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Red Rockets!

by

Vaille

"Red Rocket and the Puckered Starfish: A Vulpine Adventure!" Ryan read out loud as he pushed on the cover of the book in Kevin's paws. The wolf eyed the fox suspiciously from under his brow. "You read this garbage?"

Kevin shrugged his slight shoulders. "Sure. Why not?"

"Cuz it's porn?" Ryan replied. "And bad, cheezy porn at that."

The fox smiled. "Just think of it as a romance for guys. You know, only with zero romance and oodles of sex."

The wolf pulled a chair out from a nearby table and flipped it around so its back was facing Kevin. He sat, straddling it, arms folded across the top of the backrest. "It's plot driven melodrama. The author simply manipulates his characters, forces them to do things, often unrealistically so, just to get to the sex. Hell, half the time he botches up the most basic details and doesn't even bother with description beyond a single character and his cock. Do you have any idea how much it would suck to be a character in one of those stories?"

Kevin shook his head. "No, not really."

The wolf chuckled, then nodded at the handcuffs on the table. "Could you be a dear and bring those to me? I'd get up and get them myself, but I need to yawn and stretch languidly now so that you can gawk at my splendidly naked body."

Kevin padded to the table and snatched the cuffs. He watched as the wolf arched back, his firm, taught, muscles rippling under the luscious coat of black fur that covered his body. His canine face was perfectly proportioned. His nose was just the right size, and so rubbery and black and wet that glistened in the light. Beneath it, his fine lips - kissable lips - parted revealing peal white teeth and a large, slender, pink tongue. For eyes, he had coins of gold. His pupils were like flecks of obsidian.

The fox's gaze drifted lower. The wolf had a rock-solid chest and perfectly chiseled abs. Gripping the chair, Ryan pushed his rear into the air, plush, fluffy tail wagging. His legs were like Ionian pillars of solid muscle. His footpaws, toes and the little claws were perfect in every way. Kevin had a sudden urge to lick them. To suck each toe while simultaneously rubbing his entire body against the undoubtedly soft, pink pads of Ryan's feet.

Then Kevin's eyes settled between Ryan's legs. As if on cue, the handsome black wolf spread his legs as he stretched and squatted. Kevin's eyes went wide as he peered at the wolf's glory. His thick, canine sheath was no less than 8 inches. A ridge ran down the middle of it and he could see the partial outline of the glorious wolfcock that hid within, like a present waiting to be unwrapped. At the top and in the middle, poking between the slit, a hint of red peeped out to greet the world like a baby kangaroo sticking its nose out from its father's pouch for the very first time.

The perfectly proportioned balls beneath the sheath hugged tight to their owner. They were covered in soft, black, dark, glistening, shiny, velvety, down-like fur. On the left ball, Kevin noticed the fur tended to point up. On the left, it was down.

Padding over to Ryan, Kevin glanced at the feet of the chair. They were suddenly bolted to the floor. Ryan was just finishing his stretch when there was a CLICK-CLACK followed by a quick RIIIIIPPPPPPP. Then the sounds happened again. The wolf tugged at the handcuffs binding him to the chair. "What are you doing?"

Kevin squatted. CLICK-CLACK RIIIIPPPPPP! CLICK-CLACK RIIIIPPPPPP! "Good thing I just so happened to have 4 sets of handcuffs!" the fox chirruped. "Because I was able to do your ankles too!"

For the first time, worry crossed the wolf's face. He glanced back at his raised ass. Though he didn't want to, he couldn't help but become aroused by his vulnerable predicament. His thick wolf member started to stiffen. Slowly, inch by meaty inch, Ryan's red, veiny wolfhood slipped into view. The tip already glistened with a clear bead of his wolfjuice.

As Kevin watched, he let his own arousal overtake him. The smaller fox's foxmeat stood at attention against his white, soft belly. "Ok, I think I'm going to fuck you now," he declared.

Ryan touched his chin with a bound hand, rubbing. "Uh, you know, you're the subby fox, right? Shouldn't you be the one bound and gagged in to the chair while I, the predatory, dominant wolf, have my way with you?"

Kevin snapped his fingers. "That's right! The gag! I almost forgot! Thanks for reminding me!" And with that, he bounded over to Ryan and stuffed the bright orange ball gag into the wolf's mouth. "There."

Rounding the chair, Kevin lifted Ryan's fluffy, black, perfect tail and peered up under it. The twitching pucker he spied there caused him to drool...from his cock! He could no longer resist. His foxmeat throbbed with an unbearable heat that longed for the warm, tender caress of the wolfass at his mercy. He needed release. His shaft demanded he ravage it.

With his tip, he smeared himself against the puckered ring of Ryan's wolfhole. It glistened wetly, adequately lubed by just precum. He began to push, parting Ryan's tight flesh, forcing himself upon the unwilling wolf that was sporting a boner. As his fox flesh probed deeper and deeper into Ryan's insides, it felt as if he was exploring. Clear foxjuice flowed readily from his meat. Kevin began to thrust, slowly but firmly.

"Mrphlemrph yiff yiff mrrr," Ryan said with the ball gag in his mouth. Kevin understood him perfecting. The wolf, almost begging, had said "I'm a whore-slut! Please do what you will with me! Just don't hurt me."

Ryan's whimpers only spurred the fox to thrust faster, forcing the wolf to take more of his throbbing, raging foxhood. Though Kevin knew Ryan was resisting, he knew that the wolf would not be able to hold out. It was only a matter of time. In fact, he was already beginning to respond. With each thrust into the unwilling, boner-sporting wolf, Kevin could feel the canine clamping down and gripping the his cock with each push of the wolf backwards. The sensation was like soft, warm velvet - or maybe even silk or possibly scrambled eggs (not that Kevin knew because who fucks scrambled eggs, after all?) - against Kevin's pulsing, throbbing foxshaft.

Slowly, as he used the wolf, the fox stopped pounding into him. To his surprise, he found that Ryan was rocking his hips back and forth, impaling himself with pleasure on Kevin's rock-hard red shaft. Suddenly, Ryan began to shudder and began to yelp. Kevin could hear a soft SPLAT, SPLAT, SPAT sound against the vinyl backrest of the chair as Ryan unloaded thick ropes of wolfcum on it. A smell not unlike chlorine, musk and French cuisine filled Kevin's nose. The glorious smell of wolfcum!

"Oh, you're not done yet," Kevin said with a sly look in his eye and a smirk on his muzzle.

Ryan whimpered. "Mrphlemrph mrrrr yiff." Oh God use me! Use me more. I'm a cum-guzzing-dick-slut!

Again, spurred on by the wolf's urgent need, Kevin began thrusting his foxshaft into Ryan's tailhole. His knot pushed against the ring of flesh. The wolf yelped, but hoisted his tail and wiggled his rear, his pleasure over-riding his pain. His need was apparent. Kevin thrust and thrust again. With each push against the tender wolfflesh that was at his complete mercy, he forced himself a little further into captive.

SPLAT. SPLAT. SPLAT.

Kevin looked at Ryan. "My God."

Ryan shrugged. "Yiff mrrr mrphlemrph," which, when interpreted, was the wolf saying, "Hey, you're the one who's s'posed to be tied up in this chair... I'm just doing what you foxes do."

With a final, supershove(TM), Kevin forced his knot into Ryan's tight, quivering pucker, tying himself to his helpless, unwilling, boner-sporting, pre-squirting, captive wolf.

"There is nothing you can do now while I cum in you!" Kevin tugged back, his knot tied inside his unwilling lover. His foxmeat pulsed. It quivered. The drool of foxcum that flowed from the tip cut off for a moment. "Uh uh uh!" Kevin shoved his hips forward, driving himself deeper than ever into Ryan's tight ass. God, it felt like heaven in there. The fox's foxmeat convulsed, then throbbed. Suddenly, it began to spurt rope after rope after rope of hot, thick, sticky foxseed inside the wolf. He drew back and thrust again. Each shot was like a torrent of pleasure radiating from Kevin's foxhood throughout his entire body. He shuddered as his shaft unloaded a seemingly endless supply of foxjuice from the fox's balls into Ryan's rear. Like the Energizer Bunny(TM) he kept going and going and going.

He reached around to Ryan's front and as his claws touched the wolf's 12 inches of hard, throbbing wolfmeat, it twitched. SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT. Spent, Kevin collapsed onto his unwilling, boner-sporting wolf, panting heavily, reveling in his musky sex scent.

"I really do have to say that I'm happy I'm not just some cutout character in some poorly written bit of cheesy furry porn with lots of adverbs, poorly chosen adjectives and repetitive situations."

"Mrrr yiff mrphleyiff." I know, right? Oh, by the way, can you get out of my ass now? Unless you're not done, that is. I mean, I'm s'posed to be able to be plowed for days on end, right?"

"Definitely," Kevin replied as he worked his knot, then the rest of his foxhood from his unwilling, boner-sporting, captive's ass. There was a pop when he pulled free and a flood of pressurized foxcum shot from Ryan's ass, practically shooting clear across the room because there was so much of it.

SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT.

Kevin raised his paw to his face, then waved Ryan off. "You know... oh, just forget it."

Ryan shrugged. "Mrphlemrrr yiff mrrr." Translation: "What?! I'm only doing what you guys do!"

The End.