MAJOR NSFW WARNING: INTENSE ANAL SEX AND MASTURBATION SCENES DEPICTED BELOW
Beginning Summary: A night of alcohol and memories have brought Nick what he really needed these past few days.
I turned around at the familiar voice calling over me. I swore I heard that voice a million of times before but I couldn't remember who. It had a slight southern accent but unlike Uncle Sam, it was still in his youth…could it be?
''Kit?'' I wondered as I turned around and I was right. It was my old high school friend for 4 years, Damian Redd, known in my school for his special trait of having the rare condition called Dysfunctional Chroma Syndrome, making his fur red instead of orange and his eyes light blue. He was running in our direction to greet us, wearing nothing but a white tank top and slightly ripped jeans. Before I can even respond he hugged me tightly, almost making me fall although I didn't really mind it; it's a casual greeting for an old friend you hadn't had contact for almost 5 years. I patted on his back twice to tell him to stop, creating a weak smile in the process. He released me and almost instantly, he noticed the huge scar on my foot, that left him with shock but I just sighed sadly, nodding my head.
''So…do you two know each other?'' Judy askes curiously, attracting both of our attention. For a second there, I had forgotten she was here with us. Damian was about to speak, raising his finger.
''Judy meet Damian, Damian meet Judy.'' I interrupted quickly. There was a moment of awkward silence before Judy broke the ice.
''Oh, so you're his schoolmate.'' Judy pointed up, staring at the red fox in disbelief. I looked at him too, he had changed so much in half a decade. When I was last with Damian he was a trouble maker like me, a scrawny but agile teen always with an aura of energy, a hopeless pessimist and introvert like I used to be. Now he seems to be happier and cheerful as ever, still being somewhat shorter than me but had a nice lithe body, with the only thing I noticed his arms slightly bigger than mines from all the farm work I guess. His hair was messy and his clothes looked a bit used but that didn't hinder his positive attitude. Both of us came where we saw the world frown upon us but I guess we both made it out alive and well, abandoning our old ways and finally have a chance to smile. A farmer and a police officer, who would've known.
''So, you work here? I heard there's a doctor here somewhere.'' I asked scratching my head and trying to spot anybody that would at least look like a doctor around the fields or in the house through the rectangular glass windows. Damian chuckled and I looked over with a curious face and Judy with a confused one.
''I am the doctor Nicky.'' Damian smirked confidently as he folded his arms. Me and Judy gaped our mouths open in surprise. We thought Damian was a farmer. Then he chuckled again, scratching his head while grining.
''Well, technically I am an animal veterinarian but yeah, I also double as a farmer.'' Damian clarified. We smirked at his little joke before our cheery atmosphere was disturbed by a loud painful groan. I grabbed my wound which seems to have a darker tinge of red, brown even. Damian's face shocked and Judy grabbed onto me to make sure everything was alright.
''Shoot! That looks infected, let's go in. I have a first aid kit inside.'' Damian hastily noticed, coming closer and carrying one of my arms over his shoulder as he helped me limp over to his house slowly. I grumbled and shouted a few times on the way there in pain as Damian's face grew more worried. Judy helped too by calming me with her words. Damian gently lied me down on his sizable couch as I shouted in pain once more as my scar accidentally hit the table edge.
''W-Wait here, while I get the first aid kit.'' Damian commanded me in concern, as he ran towards the kitchen frantically searching for it as I hear few metal objects fall and clanging on to the porcelain floor. I looked over to Judy who was on my right and her amethyst eyes grew wider each second as she tried to re-assure me. I tried to smile at her amidst the pain but ended up hissing at it. Damain came back after what seemed an hour with a small white box with a red cross, which I instantly screamed 'Hallelujah' in my mind. He put it on the wooden coffee table in front of the couch and opened it. He looked at the wound in disgust and horrid then looked at me sadly, pitying my condition. He took out a small needle from the box and putting a few drops of colourless substance, looks like water but I have a strong feeling that it wasn't water, or anything close to what I like. He asked Judy to rub medicinal alcohol from the first aid kit onto my wrists, which she followed the command swiftly. At this point, I feel bad for what Judy has to go through seeing me in pain, I couldn't imagine.
''Take a deep breath and hold it.'' He sternly commanded in which I did. While I hold breath, he grabbed my wrist and quickly jabbed the needle into my wrist. The small pain made me growl a bit but Judy placed a paw on my arm, trying to calm me down. Then I felt hazy and dizzy, I tried to speak but I felt to weak, then suddenly everything was black. Just black…
I do not know how much time has passed or what happened after that but I knew I was in a peaceful state of sleeping. Was I dead? No, Judy was there to stop it. Am I asleep? Probably.
I woke up to a small voice, getting louder and louder saying something. Later I realized that the voice was repeating my name as I regain my consciousness and my vision.
''Nicky? Nicholas?'' the familiar voice repeated. I sighed in relief. I was indeed not dead.
''Oh, Judy thank god you're he-'' I stopped midway to my sentence, piece by piece seeing that the blurry figure was actually red. I raised my hand and touched it, the fur was coarse and rough, unlike Judy's.
''D-Damian?'' I called out weakly. I heard a sigh then a few seconds later I saw Damian's face across mines on the other side of the couch, he looked relieved with visible dark curves around his eyes. I was visible laying down with my long pants rolled up to see the bandaged wound on my knee, a slight trace of blood can be seen within the bandage but I refrained from touching it, thinking the sensitive pain would come back if I touch the bandage.
''Thank god, I didn't put too much antidote. Any more and you'd be in a coma.'' Damian joked but I wasn't laughing. His slight grin was caught short and then there was another awkward silence. I tried to move my leg but it ended up feeling like a spear just cut your legs in half. I yelled in pain as I gnash my teeth at the pain. Damian reacted instantly and moved my leg back to its original place, making me push out another short scream.
''Don't try to move your leg. Its gonna hurt.'' He explained with a straight face. He made a long sigh then looked at me directly, ''Looks like you're staying in my place tonight.''
''W-wait, what?! Where's Judy?'' I stammered at the sudden fact, demanding to know where Judy is. Damian slowly shakes his head and shrugs.
''She said she's going to the Police HQ to find more info. She told me to take care of you while you're asleep. Don't worry, she promise to try and pick you up tomorrow'' Damian told me as he tries to calm me down. I cursed silently under my breath; I can't believe she would leave me…but then again, I can't blame her after all the pressure she's been in, I guess work does prioritize love for her. I looked outside the window just across the room, it was dark as black. Great night time. I looked over to Damian who was giving me a comforting smile. I relaxed my back and sighed sadly. I rest my tired head on one of the cushions on the leather couch. Great, now what do I do now for the rest of the night? I sure can't go snoozing again after I woke up like that. I stared across the couch, at Damian, who was still wearing his tank top and jeans, fiddling with his fingers as he looked down. I thought I might as well try to figure out what he's been doing in the past 5 years if I'm staying under a roof with him.
''So…isn't this your grandparent's farm?'' I asked, looking around the room, spotting the pale green wallpaper patterns and the dark wooden floor. I knew this because I remembered we would visit the place sometimes during summer, pranking the neighbours, stealing some bagful of goods from the local market and occasionally try to flirt with the local cowgirls. I remember Damian got slapped once by one of the cowgirls' for trying to grope her packages. Ah, good memories.
''Yeah, they moved on 3 years ago and apparently I inherited it. I didn't know how to do farm work by then but luckily Uncle Sam taught me how to gather the chickens, harvest the crops, cleaning the silos, you get the idea.'' He explained as he used his hands, acting out the actions he stated. I cocked an eyebrow when he said Uncle Sam.
''Uncle Sam? You mean the old blind geezer?'' I asked notably, stretching my four-toes. I realize that the sizable couch is actually quite small, with my flat body and Damian's filling up the entire couch.
''Yup. He's surprisingly quite active for a blind animal; it doesn't even look like he's blind at all.'' Damian told me. I always sense something about that old fox, it seems like he's hiding more that he's showing but overall, I don't think he's a bad person so far. Damian stretched his legs and body, making a small crack in his bones that made me shiver on the inside. He got up and stared at me.
''Want something to drink?'' Damian asked before he went to the kitchen. I shrugged lazily. He nodded and went inside the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later with a six-pack of beer, tossing one of them to me. I opened the beer, the crack of the cold metal can broke the silence as I sipped a bit of it. Damian on the other hand, was gulping it like the end of the world, drinking every bit of the can until it was empty. He opened his mouth after it and turned to me.
''So tell me, what've you been doing recently.'' Damian casually inquired, crossing his feet.
What have I been doing? Well, a lot have happened. Judy, the Nighthowler case, the police job. Gosh! My life have been a set of up and downs recently, being sprung up with one surprise after another…but I don't really mind, after all, I have my best partner with me…most of the time. I thought about it for a second, only to be confused by myself with even more events to pick from. I thought it's only fitting if I pick out the juiciest bits of my life for my old friend.
''Well…I solved the Nighthowler Case, became a police officer and got engaged.'' I replied casually, as if I already told people a thousand times. I sipped my cold beer again while he was in awe.
''Really? That was you? On the news?'' Damian opened his mouth in disbelief as I was trying to act cool. He chuckled to himself a bit, before cracking his second can, drinking it while waiting for my response.
''Who'd knew that my pal was the first fox-kind of the police force.'' He responded happily, nudging my other undamaged leg playfully. He seemed very interested in my life more than anything right now, after all, he'd been farming most of the time we separated and I'd like to think the most interesting thing he heard all day is about a loose chicken. I had a long sip of my beer.
''Speaking of which, who's the lucky lady Casanova?'' He questioned curiously, as I put down my beer on the coffee table next to me, surprised that he hasn't noticed. Meanwhile he cracked open his third beer, shaking my head in doubt at the amount of empty cans he had in front of him, not to mention he drank it all in one or two gulps. I've never seen him drink this many at once, not even in High School.
''Judy, the bunny girl. Didn't she tell you?'' I asked. He shakes his head in response, giving me a plain look.
''Huh, a predator and a prey. Looks like times have changed.'' Damian remarked in wonder, thinking of all the differences of the old times. He then looked at me and smiled once more.
''You know, love like that can get you in trouble.'' He said exchanging stares at each other as he reached over to grab his fourth can, opening it and sipping half of it in a blink of an eye. Geez, for a country boy he seems to have quite the tolerance for alcohol. I put my finger up in the air to argue.
''Times change Damian; we don't have to live in our own shadows anymore. Drastic Inter-Species relationships are accepted, Predators aren't portrayed like they used to anymore.'' I tried to explain to him while I sipped the last of my beer, putting the metal can down on the wooden table. Poor guy, he still thinks the world portrays foxes as stealers, robbers, criminals. ''You can only be what you are, a fox.'' As my previous self would always say. I pushed my body struggling reach for the last can on the table when I heard a hiccup…then another. I instantly looked to Damian. Oh No, My instincts were right. The red fox's face was even redder than his fur, his cheeks were blushing and his eyes were unclear and hazy, he seems to smile and snickered to himself, putting a paw over his forehead as he laughed some more. Nothing is worse than being stuck in the same house as a drunken animal, not to mention I'm completely paralyzed by my bandaged scar.
''D-Damian?'' I worriedly mumbled as I try to reach him slowly with one of my hands. He turned around with his eyes half open, smiling. Before I knew it he was on all fours, his face just above me and his arms holding onto mines, pinning me down in my already-paralyzed state. A lustful and dirty grin appeared on his face as he looked at me. I did not like the looks of it, I struggled to try to get a grip on him but his hands are completely pushing me down, I cannot move. I started to panicked, my face getting more twisted as I can smell the alcohol from his breath. Is he going to kill me? Is he going to suffocate me? I heard many incidents of people accidentally murdering their loved ones and themselves while being drunk and it was not a pretty scene. I was about to scream for help, m-maybe a lone backpacker would listen.
''You're *hic* cute.'' Damian casually complimented as he firmly stroke my face, smiling even wider. I was terrified, trembling at his every motion, knowing I can't do anything. I struggled again, trying to lift my arms, throwing every bit energy I can to try and shake him off, grunting heavily. Damian held my hands tighter every moment I struggled, starting to make my wrist sore. I tried and tried until I was completely exhausted, sadly looking at his face, fearing his next move. He was creepily grinning the entire time I was struggling, staring at my eyes as he compliments me more with a growing warmth just above my cock, his member pitching a tent in his tight jeans. He caught me staring at his bulge and bent nearer to my face, strangling my wrists in the process. I looked away in embarrassment and dread, sniffing the strong alcohol from his breath even though I was facing another direction. He moved his hands slowly, feeling every part of my thin arms before it was at the base of my face. Out of nowhere, he forcefully shifted my head using his strong arms instantly pushing it onto his, unleashing a wrath in my mouth. He wrestled his tongue onto mines, over and over, tossing it, turning it, constantly moving around as he brought my face closer and closer to his, each one more passionate than the last.
I could move, I could slap him, I can punch him too, but…I did not. I didn't think about it, not a single second. I didn't know why…but I didn't care, I placed my hands around his face, gently caressing it until his tongue left mines, creating a line of spit that glimmered. I held onto his face and he did onto mine, embracing our company in this cold dark night as we stared into each other's eyes, glorifying their beauty. Damian smiled weakly and I couldn't help to, feeling slightly ashamed of what I've done and why I had done it. He placed his head just right under mines, gently nibbling my soft vulnerable neck in which I responded through soft whimpers, a symphony to Damian's ears as he nibbled harder creating groans that would fill his lust of me. He went lower and lower as he undid my shirt, unknowingly to myself. His mouth was travelling all over me, going from my neck onto my pecs in which I shivered from his cold saliva, travelling down from my neck and dripping from his chin, but I didn't care…because the next 15 minutes were undoubtedly the best 15 minutes of my bachelor life.
He made his way further down until my sensitive delicate nipples, where I squealed as the weird cold feeling touch my sensitive nipple. He stopped for a second at the response but as I try to get a breath from all the intensity, I peeked at him a little, seeing a smile forming on his face. His left paw made its way to my other nipple, slowly rubbing it with the palm of his hand generating small lustful whimpers then later took an unexpected turn at pinching it, I yelped because it was painful at first but as he slowly rubbed it, rubbing his fingers at it and licking the other vigorously with his mouth, generating moans and groans from me. By then, I didn't care if I was engaged, I didn't care about Judy, and all I want right now is his…his…his love, sweet hot love.
He stopped after a while seeming not very surprised. He flashed a naughty grin at me in which I gave him a confusing face, I did not like the look of it at first but in the end, he made his way to me. He trailed his tongue, sliding it off my chest and onto my delicate stomach, playing with my belly button for a few seconds before he made it to the end, where my black pants stand guard from his mouth, obstructing it from the large bulge just at the tip of his chin. I grew nervous but excited as well, with silence enveloping both of us as he stared to me with a friendly gaze telling me to prepare. He pulled down the zipper, moving it slowly to tease my patience. When he pulled it down to its full extent, he stared at my cock, full 6.5 inches, from the sheath to the pointed top. He paid no time staring knowing I was already at his knees, hypnotized by his skills to pleasure my every secret desire. He grabbed it firmly, just above the knot, making me jump at the tense gesture as he starts to stroke it.
I breathed heavier and heavier with every stroke he made, getting faster and faster. I tried to squirm but I can't, I was in bliss. He stroked it harder with his paw, making his way with no mercy as he stroked it what seems like light speed. I gasped and yelped a few timed, before letting out a large moan when he's at his maximum speed, feeling like my dick is being sucked by a vacuum, it feels so good, so nice. I grabbed the armrest of the couch, just above my head and used my claws to hold it, feeling every part of my intense member being squeezed and stretched to every point as my climax drew nearer and faster each second. Then…it came, I almost choked from my own moans, releasing the intensity as he kept on stroking, milking my cock to its fullest extent while pointing my dick at his face, shooting semen all over his familiar face as he licked off the last drops from my cock, making me squirm gleefully. He licked parts of his mouth, covered in cum but seems to enjoy it. Was he still drunk? Or did he plan the whole thing? I do not care, for I only long for his body, his cock. He grabbed his white tank top and smeared it onto his face, soaking the poor fabric with my heavy cum; although it didn't really matter since he tossed it aside, revealing his muscular but lithe body, shining under the living room light, revealing his sweet hot body covered in sweat. He took off his jeans too, revealing his completely erect red cock, shining under the light. It was large, even larger than mines. It was probably around 7 inches. I was surprised by all this. I never knew Damian was gay or that he was attracted to me; the fact that he's drunk is gone, since no drunk man would go as far as this, still, I could smell alcohol all the way from here. He went down on his knees, placing his member over mines, comparing its size and mocking me with a cocky smile once he knew he was bigger. I, on the other hand, just shyly turned away as a response.
He gently took my pants and very slowly pulled it down, the wound made it hard since Damian knew he had to move it gently down. After what seemed forever, we were both naked, staring at each other's members with no shame, awaiting the next stage.
''Heh, You're not *hic* the only one that's going to have *hic* fun tonight, Nicky.'' He cockily remarked as he hiccups mid-way through his sentences, grinning a weak dirty smile. I was confused.
''W-What?'' I asked while still gasping for air, looking over to him kneeling down, holding his erect member. He turned around at the small cabinet beside the couch and opened the first drawer, revealing a small bottle of lube, by my view I can roughly see the text in bold Anal Lube. He poured it slowly onto his dick seductively, pouring some of the contents to the couch because of his clumsiness as he swayed slightly back and forth, presumably from the alcohol. I froze when I read the label. I grew nervous as his grin becomes wider, is this really happening?
When the bottle was finished he tossed it aside with his dick was glossy and covered in a heavy transparent liquid. He gently grabbed my ankles and raised it up, locking himself as he stretched my legs by putting my knee onto his shoulder. His cock was only inches from my gaping pink butthole, he gave me a reassuring grin as he slowly entered. It burned at first, even though he was wearing lube but then he thrust again making me groan in slight pain, as time goes by his dick starts to hit my prostate and it made me moan every time. After half a minute the pain subsided and I began to moan and gasp louder, more verbal as I screamed louder and louder from gentle whimpers. He began to pick up the pace, moving his large fat cock into my hole, hitting my prostate and making me feel every single inch of his member, then suddenly he went full on, it made me startle at first as he pounded my ass with full force like a piston, giving me no mercy as my prostate is constantly being bombarded by his cock, putting me in a state of ecstasy, as my moans and shouts didn't help him to slow down.
''A-Ah! A-ah! P-please slow down!'' I pleaded and begged, as his member speeds up every second, engulfing me with pleasure, more intense than ever. It was too much for me, the lust, the bliss, the pleasure was too much for my hole could take. I screamed and cooed his name over and over, hoping that he would listen but he didn't. His leg began to tremble and he began to pant as his member felt bigger and bigger, then suddenly the pleasure in my prostate was too much, it began to envelope itself on my dick, over and over. Then…
''D-Damian! I-'M GONNA-Aaaaugh!'' I climaxed for the second time. Releasing a smaller but still plentiful load onto myself as it splatters all over my stomach and chest, panting like mad as I try to get some air. Damian climaxed a few seconds later, marking it by his loud grunts and finally a long moan of relief as he released his creamy white load all over my ass. I can feel his product of love, coursing through my ass and overflowing a little onto the couch as he pulled out his member slowly. There was moments of silence with nothing but gasps and pants before he suddenly collapses onto me with weary eyes and his tongue stuck outside his mouth, panting. He didn't bother to look at me anymore and just relaxed his head on my chest.
''I-I love you.'' Damian whispered quietly to me as I was too tired to respond back and patted his back weakly as a sign of appreciation. Right there, in his couch, is where our bond was made, where our secret was only known only to us and only us, as we peacefully sleep together, expecting nothing much rather than silence through the night and it was rewarded thoroughly, since not a single sound was heard since then, that is, until the morning.