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Rest & Relaxation by Gauss Jordan, gauss@playful.com
Copyright 2003
Part 2 of ?
NOTICE & WARNING: The characters in this story are completely fictitious. Any
resemblance to any person (or furson) is completely coincidental. This is a work
of fiction, involving adult, homoerotic fantasies and situations. If this isn't
your thing, or it's illegal for you to view this material, please don't read on.
Also, you absolutely CAN NOT reproduce, alter, repost, or in any other way steal
this work without first consulting me, the author.
Thanks to all of you that wrote in and gave me support on my first story!
Please, let me know what you think of this one! This is the first time I've
written an actual yiff scene, so tell me how it worked out. I spent the most
time on that scene, "crafting" it. Did I do a good job? A horrid job? How about
the rest of the story? Let me know via e-mail, or drop into YiffChat (a Free
adult furry-themed chat at http://www.yiffstar.com ) and say so personally. I'm
usually there after about 6PM CST. Drop in and say hello!
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Rest and Relaxation, Part 2 -- Surprise!
--
Mike dropped his stuff by the door. The tall grey wolf reached toward a light
switch, and found another small card, this time trimmed with gold ribbon.
Don't do that! C'mon baby light my fire... - S.
A smile crept onto his face. His tiger mate always kept him on his toes. The
wolf found a butane lighter on the sill under the light switch. He glanced
around for the first time, and noticed a series of yellow-gold candles leading
from the foyer to dining room. 'Ahah.' He stooped to light them, tail swaying
slightly, and, after the 3rd candle, was on all fours, shuffling along the
floor. He scooted along the polished hardwood floor, stopping every couple of
feet to light a candle. As he crawled into the darkened dining room, he found
another card propped against the last candle.
You look cute! Smile!
*flash!* Seth, his young tiger mate, smiling a toothy grin, sat on the floor
nearby, holding their digital camera with a gleam of amusement in his emerald
green eyes. He was sitting cross-legged with one toe claw tucked into his khaki
shorts, scratching his striped thigh. His long tail lay curved behind him, the
tip twitching gently. "Mikey, you have *no* idea how funny you look." A laugh
emanated from deep within his chest, which was covered partially by an
unbuttoned, flowing white shirt.
"Well hello to you too," Mike replied as he set aside the lighter and stood,
brushing off his pants & tucking in his shirt. "Why'd you go and blind me like
that?"
"Oh, it was worth it. To me, anyway. Come see for yourself." Mike leaned over
Seth, resting his head on the tiger's shoulder. His arms closed around his
mate's waist as he settled down behind him, careful not to sit on his striped
tail. He could sit like that for hours, just resting in Seth's company. Seth
finally called up the picture on the camera. Mike examined the tiny camera
display. Well, there he was, on his knees, looking like a young pup -- lighter
held high in one paw, ears perked up, and lupine muzzle open in a baffled
expression. His dress shirt has become un-tucked, so the effect was that of a
playful kit. Seth started to laugh at him. It *was* pretty funny, actually. Mike
chuckled as Seth leaned back, conforming his lithe feline back to Mike's body.
Turning his head back, Seth looked up into his mate's cool blue eyes and said
provocatively, "You know, I am SO photoshopping that."
"Oh no you're not, if I've got the evidence!" Mike yelled as he grabbed the
camera out of Seth's paws and bolted down the hallway, suddenly inspired by his
earlier daydream at work.
***
"Oomph! Hey! You're certainly feeling better!" Seth called after him. He grabbed
at the wolf's fuzzy tail, claws _just_ running through the end as Mike sprinted
out the doorway, skidding slightly on the slick hardwood floor. The tiger,
barefoot, padded silently to the hallway, ears perked up, tail swishing behind
him. He crept along the candlelit entryway toward the living room. Peering
around the corner, he caught his mate's faint musk in the air. 'He's got to be
hiding somewhere in here...' Seth dropped to the floor and crawled into the room
slowly, deliberately, looking for some evidence of his mate. Ahah! He spotted
the furry wolf's tail, wagging behind the couch. As he neared the couch, Seth
hunkered down and prepared to leap over onto Mike. The tiger sprung up, ears
flattened, ready to grab the grey wolf. About half-way over, a flash went off,
blinding the tiger. Startled, he crashed down onto the carpet and tumbled to a
halt on his back a few feet away.
Mike was standing over him with a smug expression on his face. "Payback's a
bitch, huh?" he teased, swinging the camera back and forth over Seth's head.
Seth put on his best "hurt kitten" expression. The tiger's ears drooped, his
green eyes widened, and he brought his paws up to his chest. Mike's grin slowly
faded, as he stared into those poor, pitiful eyes. "Aww, that's not fair! I was
just getting you back..." Seth mewled softly. His chin started to bob, as if he
was about to cry. "Oh, how can I ignore that?" Mike's heart melted, just as Seth
knew it would. Mike dropped the camera on the couch and held out his paw for the
poor kitty.
Seth's face lit up. 'Got him. That works every time.' He knew how to push Mike's
buttons, especially after living with him for so long. He reached up and took
Mike's grey paw into his own. The tiger shifted his weight, as if he was about
to get up, and yanked suddenly, pulling Mike with a yelp down on top of him.
They rolled around on the carpet, wrestling for dominance, but neither one was
on top for very long. Their play soon slowed, however. The wolf was up on all
fours straddling Seth's body, with his knees on either side of the tiger's head.
When Seth rolled on his back and noticed the rather substantial evidence of
Mike's excited state, he craned his neck, rubbing his soft cheek along Mike's
inner thigh, eliciting a whimper from his mate.
They stopped, holding those positions for a moment. "You have no idea how much I
love you," Mike said quietly.
Seth smirked. "Actually, I do. The evidence is staring me in the face, so to
speak. And I love you too." They untangled, and sat, facing each other, on the
couch. Seth continued, "Mikey, I know how stressed you get. That's what weekends
like this are for." He leaned in closer to his mate, and raised Mike's muzzle to
his own with a paw. They kissed, briefly, but Seth pulled away, evoking a
yearning whine from Mike. "Not yet. We've got plenty of time for that later.
Dinner should be ready in a little while." Seth tapped the wolf's nose with an
index finger. "Let's eat first, and THEN screw each other silly."
With that, he stood and, offering Mike a paw, gently pulled him to his feet.
"You go clean yourself up. Everything will be set in about, oh, 20 minutes."
"Okay, that sounds good. I'll go take a quick shower, and be back in a bit."
With that, he squeezed his mate's paw and disappeared around the corner. A
second later, he poked his head back into the room. "Oh, do be a nice tiger and
try not to set the place on fire."
Seth turned and leaned back against the doorframe seductively, arms held high
above his head. He purred, "Oh, I would, but you look hot enough as it is." They
looked into each other's eyes for a few moments.
Mike broke the silence. "Been saving that line?"
"Yeah, just a little bit. Did I rush it? Felt like I rushed it."
"No, it's good, I like it."
The tiger nodded. "Oh? Okay." With that, Seth popped into the kitchen, and Mike
padded around the corner, on his way to their bedroom.
***
Mike kicked off his shoes and sat on the edge of their bed, massaging his pink
footpads. The wolf stretched his toes, and worked the tension out of his feet
and calves. "I wish I could wear sandals around all day like Seth does. Wow,
this feels good," he murmured to himself. The wolf stood, and started to
undress. He pulled off his shirt, exposing the rest of his crème-colored chest
fur. Mike yawned, muzzle gaping wide open, and reached his arms up. He stretched
his upper body, and, with some satisfaction, felt various joints crack and pop.
It'd been nearly a week since he'd been to the gym, and he was starting to
tighten up. 'Maybe Seth can give me a good workout this evening...'
Continuing to disrobe, he popped the clasp that held his pants above his tail,
and unbuckled his belt, letting his slacks fall to the carpet. He stepped out of
them, wearing only black briefs, bulging already in anticipation of the
evening's events that were sure to "come" after dinner. The tall wolf stood,
admiring his lean, athletic build in the nearby full length mirror. The majority
of his body was covered in charcoal grey fur, but from his neck down to his
nether regions, his front was covered with a much softer & shorter crème fur
that Seth just adored. Seth said it had something to do with the contrast to the
rest of Mike's fur. With his snug, black briefs on, the contrast was even more
apparent. Mike didn't really know what the big deal was, except that it did for
Seth what the tiger's stripes did for him. He dropped his briefs, catching them
on one toe, and flung them into the corner, right into their clothes basket. As
he stood there, his package swayed freely in the wind, a small bit of his lupine
cock peeking from his furry sheath. He absent mindedly stroked his sheath and
his balls as he padded into the bathroom.
Mike started the shower and latched the door, in case his orange and black mate
decided to take a sneak peek. When the shower was nice and warm, he stepped in,
letting the water spray over him from head to toe, matting his fur. He grabbed a
bottle of "fast rinse" fur cleaner, and quickly worked it through his fur, in a
hurry because of dinner. After "rinsing" off, he stopped the water and stepped
out with his head down, dripping water.
"You know you look like a drowned rat, right?" Seth was standing there
motionless, leaning against the countertop.
Mike barked. "Holy! Jeez Seth! Don't DO that. I thought you had better things to
do than scare the hell out of me!" He turned around, and flipped on the blower
vents embedded in the wall. "Yeesh."
Seth yelled over the blowers, "Well, since I'm such a good chef, I'm done. So
hurry up. I put some clothes out on the bed." Seth stepped out, leaving the damp
wolf alone.
Mike finished drying off, feeling pleasantly refreshed. He hung his towel to
dry, and stepped into their bedroom, enjoying the feeling of the carpet between
his bare toes. Upon opening his dresser, he found another note card in his
underwear drawer.
You won't need these where we're going tonight. - S.
'Wow. This just keeps getting better.' Seth really knew how to get him worked
up. Taking the card's suggestion, Mike skipped the underwear, and pulled on the
jean shorts Seth had laid out for him. He never wore them because they were just
a little too tight. He zipped them up carefully, minding his now constant
arousal. He clasped the tailflap shut, and stood, wincing slightly as the jeans
hugged his butt and his furry balls. From his reflection in the mirror, it was
blazingly obvious he was aroused, but he looked good, and felt good. He pulled
on the red silk shirt his mate picked. He loved the feeling of the soft, cool
material against his fur. With his fur brushed down, he switched off the lights
and went off in search of his meal and his mate (not necessarily exclusive).
***
Mike turned the corner into their dining room and first noticed the elaborate
food selection. Seth had prepared Mike's favorite meal, a roast with the tiger's
mysterious "special marinade," and various side dishes. The next thing he
noticed was Seth sitting at the table, leaning on his crossed arms. "Took you
long enough," he greeted the wolf.
"Well, you know how it is. I always have trouble getting my tail dry. It's
either all limp and wet or it gets--"
"It gets too dry and poofy, I know." Seth had listened to Mike complain about
that for as long as they'd lived together. "Stop standing there and sit. The
meal will get cold."
"Oh, we wouldn't want that now would we?" Mike sat opposite of Seth, dropping
the napkin to his lap. He poured two glasses of wine, and handed one to his
mate.
"Now, how was your day?" Seth placed a couple of slices of the roast on their
plates, nodding, and making understanding noises while Mike vented a week's
worth of built up pressure.
They ate slowly, the conversation drifting from topic to topic. By dessert, Seth
could tell that the wolf had loosened up a little, having finally offloaded all
his problems. They finally ended up arguing about the local AAA baseball team,
the "Wildcats," which, oddly enough didn't have a single one on its lineup. They
were due to play the "Redbirds" next weekend. Seth commented, "With that dragon
pitcher of theirs, the 'Cats would cream the 'Birds. He can throw a 100+ mile
per hour fast ball."
Mike Snorted, "Yeah, but have you seen the cougar the 'Birds have got? He's got
arms bigger 'n a tree trunks. It's a wonder he hasn't been snapped up by a pro
team."
"Well, look at his stats. The reason he's still playing minor leagues is he
can't hit the ball to save his life."
They continued arguing the finer points of baseball through the end of the meal,
until Seth stood. "Be back in just a sec, Mike. I'll need to prepare dessert."
He disappeared into the kitchen. Mike sat, picking at what was left on his
plate, waiting for Seth. After a minute or so, Mike slid around to Seth's side
of the table, scooting his chair next to his mate's. When the tiger finally
returned, after an extraordinary amount of time, Mike smiled up from his new
seat.
"What took so long? Did you have to run to the bakery down the street or
something?" In reply, the tiger just slid into his chair, laying his twitching
tail across the wolf's lap. To his delight, Seth placed a French silk pie,
Mike's favorite dessert, on the table. The whipped chocolate confection was
drizzled with chocolate syrup, and looked as if it had been ordered from a
five-star restaurant.
Mike's eyes lit up when he saw the pie. "Hey, great! My favorite! Forget what I
just said. Take all the time you want next time. Thanks!"
"You're very welcome." Seth sliced one large piece and placed it on a plate
between them to share. "Now, don't 'wolf' it down, love. Enjoy it. Chocolate
*is* an aphrodisiac, after all." Seth managed to get a few bites in while Mike
devoured the chocolate delicacy.
Mike finished the last bite, and finally looked up at Seth, and grinned. "Umm...
you've got a little something just *here* on your muzzle." He leaned in, licking
the bit of chocolate from the edge of the tiger's mouth.
Seth turned in his chair to face Mike. "Thanks Mike, but you seem to have
something right *there* on yours." Seth licked the very tip of Mike's lupine
muzzle, and, a purr rumbling deep in his chest, parted his lips and kissed the
wolf gently. Mike opened his muzzle, battling with the invading feline tongue.
He dropped the spoon onto the empty plate, and slid his paws through the tiger's
open shirt, resting them on Seth's striped hips. Seth broke the kiss briefly,
and, slipping his paws up under the wolf's arms, pulled them both to a standing
position. The tiger leaned into his mate, rubbing his bare chest against the
silk shirt Mike was wearing. He met the taller fur's down-turned muzzle, and
kissed him more intensely. Seth felt Mike's footpaw brush his. The tiger brought
his leg up, and wrapped it around the wolf's leg, drawing them even closer. He
could feel Mike's hardness through their shorts. Seth reached up the wolf's back
and dug his claws ever-so-slightly into the wolf's shoulders, hanging some of
his weight on the slightly taller wolf's shoulders. The pinpricks on his
shoulder elicited a growl from Mike, whose paws had drifted lower, massaging the
tiger's tail-base.
Mike broke the kiss, taking in the handsome striped form that was pressed
against his body. He kissed Seth's head and ears lightly. "Did the wolfie earn
*kiss* his *kiss* reward?"
Seth thrust his erection against Mike's, and, purred invitingly, "I think he
has." Mike could feel Seth squeeze his claws a bit deeper into his shoulders.
Seth stared into his eyes and purred, "We need to give the big, bad wolf his
treat. Let's go to bed, okay? I don't think the dining room table would be very
comfortable."
***
Without saying a word, Mike practically drug Seth to their room, pulling him by
the paw. As soon as he opened the door he stopped, just inside the doorway. The
room was scattered with green candles that cast a warm, intimate glow. He
turned, and, looking at the flames dancing in Seth's eyes, noticed that the
color of the candles matched Seth's emerald green eyes perfectly. Mike realized
that Seth had run back here quickly, scattering and lighting the candles while
he was "preparing" dessert. It was just the sort of sweet gesture his tiger
would make.
Mike gripped his mate's paw tighter, and walked with him into the room. Seth
shed his white shirt as they fell onto the bed, still holding paws. Mike lay on
top of Seth, their muzzles locked in a lustful kiss. Mike was straddling Seth's
body, on his paws and knees, desperate for more than just kissing and petting.
Seth released one of Mike's paws and reached down, squeezing Mike's lupine cock
through his shorts. Seth could feel it twitch in response, straining against the
thin denim that he wore. He released Mike's other paw and slipped his paw under
his mate's shirt. He raked his claws through the wolf's soft fur, eliciting a
needful whine from Mike.
"Let's get you out of that shirt, love." Seth pulled gently at the soft fabric,
and Mike wriggled out, tossing the shirt aside when he was free. Mike lay down
next to Seth, facing him on his side. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms
around the tiger's back, pulling him closer. Seth slipped his arms around Mike's
torso and nuzzled his mate, feeling small electric shocks when their bare chests
met. Seth entwined his legs with Mike's and hugged him tightly, enjoying the
warmth of the wolf's body pressed against his own.
Mike spoke into his ear, eyes still closed. "I love you, Seth. I love being in
your presence. Please let me show you how much."
Seth purred as a reply, his chest rumbling with the deep sound. He popped the
clasp above Mike's tail, slipping a finger along the ultra-sensitive patch of
fur just above the wolf's tailhole. He gently pushed Mike onto his shoulders and
scooted between his legs. He ran his claws up the front of Mike's thighs,
lightly scratching his fur. They met just above his erection, now leaking precum
onto Mike's shorts. Seth undid the shorts and unzipped them slowly, each tooth
on the zipper popping distinctly. "Ah, I see you took my underwear suggestion.
Good for you. Here's a small reward." He completed opening the fly, and,
extending his rough feline tongue, lapped at the wolf's sheath and balls. He
then licked at the soft, downy fur covering Mike's nether regions, matting the
fur with saliva. Seth lapped at Mike's balls, and, grinning at him, sucked first
one, then other into his maw, gently kneading them. Toying with Mike, Seth left
his growing erection alone. Mike murred at the sensations his mate was giving
him, laying his head back onto the bed. His cock twitched against the soft fur
of his belly, untouched but not forgotten, dribbling copious amounts of clear
precum onto his fur.
The air was heavy with the scent of their arousal, Seth's wilder, exotic scent
contrasting Mike's earthier, lupine scent. Seth's vision was consumed by his
grey wolf. He looked up the length of Mike's body, marveling at the male
specimen that was his forever, and no one else's. He stood from the bed, and,
inserting a claw into his waistband, pulled his shorts down over his striped,
toned legs. He crawled back onto the foot of the bed, totally nude now, eyes
locked with Mike.
The tiger lay down on his tummy, he muzzle just inches from Mike's crotch. He
inhaled deeply, taking in the strong musky scent, and playfully exhaled, blowing
warm air onto Mike's sensitive balls. Mike groaned at the new sensation. Seth
scooted forward, closing the gap, until his muzzle brushed mike's soft scrotum.
He continued moving along the wolf's body in one fluid, graceful movement,
rubbing as much of the wolf as he could with his own body. He kissed the tip of
Mike's cock, and received a thrill when he was rewarded with a spurt of
salty-sweet precum. He slipped just the tip into his muzzle, sucking lightly,
before moving on. Mike murred, his paws at his side grasping the bed sheets. As
the tiger slid along, he licked and kissed a trail up the length of Mike's body.
Seth skimmed over Mike's body, until his head was even with Mike's shoulder. He
nuzzled his mate tenderly, rocking forward and back, sliding his erection along
Mike's tummy. When Seth stopped moving, Mike opened his eyes, gazing into
Seth's. Seth murmured quietly, "Love you, Mike," and reached back, grasping
Mike's erection in a paw. He slid his paw up and down, spreading the wolf's
precum along its length. Staring into Mike's eyes, Seth slowly eased himself
back, guiding Mike's erection under his tail. He inhaled suddenly when he felt
the tip brush his tailhole, tensing up a bit. Seth relaxed his hole, and pushed
back, impaling himself on Mike's wolf cock. Seth slid down the length of Mike's
member slowly, gently biting his lower lip at the slight pain. Mike lay passive,
panting, giving his tiger mate full control of the initial penetration.
Seth stopped when he felt the beginnings of his mate's knot start to slide in.
Poised above his mate, impaled on the entire length of Mike's wolf cock, Seth
waited for his hole to get used to the invader. As he waited for the pain to
fade, he played with Mike's chest, running a paw through his crème-colored chest
fur. Growing used to the wolfcock, Seth leaned back on his haunches, and,
bracing his forepaws on Mike's hips, lowered himself completely onto Mike's
dick, feeling Mike's soft fur caress his balls. Seth felt full, complete, with
his lover's hot dick completely inside him. He rose slowly, the wolf's member
sliding back out, until just the tip was still in. Seth started to fuck himself
gently on the rod, his own jumping whenever it slid across his prostate. He
worked the entire length into his hole, a warm, tingly pleasure displacing the
pain. He grinned looking down to his mate's inquisitive eyes, and nodded.
Mike nodded his head, and brought his paws to Seth's hips, helping him move on
each upstroke. Mike began to thrust in time with Seth's constant up-down
motions, bringing the two furs together with a more substantial *smack.* Seth
used a paw to jerk his own hard feline cock, keeping pace with Mike's member
sliding across his prostate. The tiger bounced on his mate's wolfcock, sweating
with exertion. He could feel Mike's knot slowly growing inside him as he arched
his back, concentrating on his mate. Mike was thrusting several inches into him
now, allowing Seth to slow down. Seth stopped for a moment, allowing the wolf to
thrust upward, into his tailhole. Mike was really getting into it, from the
looks of his face. His muzzle was clenched, and his neck was straining with
exertion.
Seth lifted himself off of Mike's wolfhood, groaning as he felt Mike's
developing knot slide out of him. Mike rose up on his elbows, looking to Seth, a
questioning expression on his face. Seth dropped onto his paws and knees, and
raised his tail. Looking between his legs, his face upside down, he said, "I
want you to fuck me. Not make love, not screw Fuck."
Mike growled at the sight of the tiger kneeled before him, a grin on his face,
offering himself to him. The wolf stood on his knees, and guided his wolfhood
under Seth's tail. Seth groaned when Mike, in one smooth stroke, slid his entire
cock into Seth's tailhole, stretching the tiger's opening as he forced his
developing knot in. Seth bared his teeth, yowling at the sudden pain. He dug his
claws into the sheets as his entire body tensed up.
Mike placed his paws on Seth's hips, pulling them together with each thrust.
Seth could feel Mike's lupine knot swelling inside him, tugging at his tailhole
on each outward thrust. Mike began with short thrusts into Seth, allowing him to
get used to the larger knot. The pain was slowly replaced by warmth, and then
pleasure as Mike stretched his insides. Seth's feline cock jerked, dripping
precum whenever Mike would hit his prostate. Mike sped up, bringing their bodies
together with an audible *slap* more quickly now. He hunched over his mate,
placing his paws on either side of Seth's, using his entire body to fuck the
tiger. Mike braced himself on one paw, and reached around his mate's body and
jerked his barbed cock in time with his thrusts.
Seth started to rock forward and back now, pushing and pulling on Mike's
wolfhood inside him. He groaned, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure, "Yes! That's
it Mike! Fuck me!" With that, he slammed himself back into Mike, trying to work
him in as deep as he could. Mike's paw slid along his feline member, his paws
teasing the barbs on Seth's cock with each stroke. Mike's muzzle was snarled as
he thrust himself into his mate harder, and faster, working both of them into a
frenzy. Seth could feel cool drops of sweat fall onto his back on each impact,
from Mike's all-out exertion.
Seth squeezed hard on Mike's cock, trying to draw Mike's cum inside of him. Mike
was growling now, pounding Seth's rear quickly, as hard as he could. His low
growl suddenly changed into a howl as he slammed himself in, burying his
wolfhood as far as he could in the tiger's tailhole. Mike squeezed hard on
Seth's cock, his paw almost a blur. Seth arched his back, yammering
incoherently, his muzzle wretched in an expression of pure pleasure as he came.
He pressed himself back into Mike, feeling electric shocks wherever their bodies
touched. Seth shot load after load of cum onto the bed sheets, unnoticed by
either fur. Mike was emptying his balls into him, locked together with him by
his now full-sized knot. A near constant stream of cum flowed into Seth, warming
his insides, adding to the glow of his orgasm.
Mike groaned, and collapsed on top of Seth, pushing them both into the bed. The
smaller tiger was squeezed between his mate, and the bed, his cock still
twitching and dribbling cum onto his soaked tummy. Mike's hard wolfcock was
still firmly embedded under his tail, and would be for at least a half hour,
from past experience. Seth rolled onto his side, Mike's larger body forming to
his own, making him feel warm and secure. Mike draped an arm over Seth's body,
caressing his chest. He nuzzled Seth's headfur, whispering in his ear, "Thank
you," as they both drifted to sleep.
--
Let me know what you think, please.
Gauss.
gauss@playful.com