A Love/Hate Relationship
Disclaimer: all of the characters and events in this story are ficticious in nature. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely unintentional. The characters of R'ei Kora and Ryan Eli are (c) me.
I'm so tired.
I'm sitting here in my Advanced Calculus class, bored out of my skull. Why even bother listening? I already know the answer.
"The derivative proof of a sphere is..." my professor drones, not bothering to put inflection into his voice. Why should he? It doesn't matter to him if we pass or fail. The steady monotone only serves to force my eyelids lower... lower... shut. I rest my head on my desk and drift off to sleep.
Who am I, you ask?
My name is R'ei Kora, and I'm probably the smartest fox on the planet. Maybe even the smartest canine.
The sound of an air horn startles me awake. That asshole Ryan is at it again. I groggily stand up, picking up my abandoned textbooks and adjusting my thin-framed glasses. I feel a touch on my shoulder. "Ryan, I'm not going to fall for it. I never do," I murmur, shrugging his hand off.
"There's nothing to fall for, prettyboy." The taller cheetah grabs my wrist and spins me around, slamming me up against the cold lecture hall wall. I circle my paw around, breaking his grip, and plant a solid kick into his side.
"I'm not just some simpering geek who can't defend himself," I spit after him as he tumbles down the stairs towards the professor's platform. "You should have realized that the smartest person in the world had learned at least some self-defense techniques." In reality, I'm a Tae Kwon Do Master, having spent almost fifteen years in the art. But I don't like to brag.
I adjust the shoulder strap on my messenger bag and stride out, letting the heavy door slam shut behind me. As I make my way towards my dormitory, clouds began to obscure the sun. By the time I reach the door, a light drizzle is matting my fur. As I reach for the door handle, a gloved paw clamps over my muzzle and something sharp presses against my spine.
"Do as I say, Foxy, and you'll get out of this alive," a familiar guttural voice hisses into my ear. I try to jab my elbow into Ryan's side, but he dodges with a dexterity I would have thought impossible of him. I feel the blade dig deeper, cutting through my shirt and slicing some of my fur. "Are you listening to me, R'ei? Or are you too smart for me?" he sneers. He orders me to place my hands behind my back, where he binds my wrists with a pair of industrial cable ties. He roughly pushes me to the next building (his dormitory, I note) and leads me into the elevator.
As the doors shut, he slumps aganst the opposite wall, eyeing me carefully. I stare back, trying to discern some kind of emotion, some kind of reason. I can see he is upset, but at what? Ryan and I have been fighting since our senior year in high school when I beat him out for Valedictorian. His eyes flicked up and down, examining me with what I can only describe as voracity. The doors slide open on his floor, and Ryan nearly drags me down the hall to his room. Getting out another pair of cable ties, the muscular cat carefully ties my ankles together. "Lie down on your stomach," he whispers, pointing at the bed.
I give Ryan a hard stare. I can feel the tension building as it slowly dawns on me what Ryan was going to do to me. I shake my head, closing my eyes. Ryan growls and slams the back of his hand into my cheek, causing me to spin around and hit the floor. I hear my glasses clatter into the corner. His expression instantly softens, and he gently lifts me up onto his bed. Should I be afraid? I don't feel fear. With almost loving care, he pulls down my polyester shorts around my ankles. He slides a paw up my spine, gently avoiding the wound he gave me and pulling my shirt up and over my head.
He climbs onto the bed, matress squeaking slightly, and straddles my slim waist. He licks and nuzzles the side of my neck, playing around my still-clothed rump with his fingertips. I relax slightly, drooping my eyelids. Paws shaking, Ryan slides down my breifs with tantalizing delicacy. He inhales sharply as my hindquarters are fully exposed. He ubuttons his jeans, letting them slide down his legs and tossing them into his laundry basket. Still shivering slightly, he opens the fold in his boxers and pulls his nearly-erect feline penis from its clothen prison. My eyes widen as I take in the image, the dark member with small spines on it, his strong physique and his gorgeous face. Funny how rivalry can dull these feelings.
Ryan holds onto my shoulders and brushes my vulpine tail aside, lining up carefully. He presses his tip gently into my hole, moaning softly. I bite my lip and close my eyes, whimpering as the realization hits me. I'm being raped! How can I... enjoy...
The thought is washed away as I feel Ryan hilt inside me, one of his spines prefectly presses against my prostate. A wave of pleasure washes over me, such that I've never felt before. He grunts and pulls almost all the way out, pausing just below the tip, then slams into me with a loud purr. I yelp, closing my eyes as the sudden invasion sends a jolt through my body. Ryan begins to slowly pump my hole, his spines stimulating the most sensitive parts of my hindquarters. I feel my own erection forming underneath me, my member sliding free of its sheath into the sheets.
I move with him, humping the bed slightly. I pant as my orgasm begins to build... who knew this was so enjoyable? I've never done this before. I mean, I'd been with other men, but not... "with" other men. The sheets were getting sticky as my pre dribbled out, only making the feeling more intense as my member slid along the cloth. I can tell Ryan is getting close. I can feel his grip tightening, his motions getting more desparate, erratic. "Oh, R'ei! I... I think I..." the remainder of his thought is lost to a feral yowl as he slams into me one last time, hot cheetah cum pouring into my hole. Warmth spreads through my body as my own climax explodes, my (considerably) shorter fox cock squirting semen onto the bed and my stomach.
Panting, our orgasms sustain for nearly thirty seconds before subsiding. I can feel a small amount of seed run down my rump, Ryan's intense ejaculation having overfilled me. Gasping, Ryan collapses over me and whispers, "I think I love you, R'ei."
I giggle. "You know, you could have just told me."