Monday's Child is Fair of Face, Part 1

Story for July, 2017

Universe: High School Days

Tags: Fox, Hyena, Stand Alone

8,864 words

This story first appeared in The Fortune Teller's Poem, an anthology edited by Cyanni and published ages ago by Furplanet, back in June 2011.

It is a stand alone story, set in the loose modern day furry world I set all my modern stories like High School Days in. The big city described here, along with the clubs and bookstores, are the same ones that the HSDays cast sometimes visit.

- Teiran

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Michael sat hunched forward, his big frame too tall for the little table he sat at as he typed on his tiny work laptop. The tall hyena stopped, took off the lid of the paper cup holding his latte. He took a slow, deep breath with his nose hovering just over the creamy Chai latte foam, drinking in the creamy, spicy scent with the hint of vanilla they added here before taking another sip and swishing the perfectly warm latte across his tongue. A hint of nutmeg brought out the smooth taste, and Michael sighed happily.

"Hey, no inspecting the goods buddy," a peevish voice called across the room, but the speaker bordered on giggling as he said the words.

The hyena opened his eyes and blinked as he looked across the little bookstore and coffee shop at the younger rottweiler named Bill who was behind the counter. "What? I was just enjoying it," The hyena said with mock offence.

"Sure you were. You know the deal, no reviewing here." The trim and stocky rottweiler behind the coffee bar smiled at Michael.

"Oh, you know I'd never review you Bill. If I gave you a good review, how would I ever be able to write my column? I'd never get a table." The hyena smiled slowly and winked at the rottie as Bill rolled his eyes. "A bad one and you'd close down."

"Oh you," the dog flipped his towel over his shoulder and smiled as he organized some things on the counter. There wasn't much chance of Michael being unable to get a table, even if the hyena wrote a good review in The Chronicle. He was one of only two customers in the little coffee shop/bookstore known as The Crossroads Market.

Of course, that's because it was a Monday afternoon, and there was never anyone here on a Monday afternoon. The Market was just that kind of place. It was right at the center of the neighborhood that housed the city's gay bars and various gay friendly shops, and that meant it and the neighborhood as a whole had a certain schedule.

At night, and especially on the weekends, the place was absolutely packed, but midday on a Monday the place was a graveyard. The only other customer in the place besides Michael was an older tiger in a leather jacket in the bookstore. The tiger was slowly making his way through the adult magazine racks in the back of the bookstore section with the kind of methodical stubbornness that indicated he was going to look at every magazine on the rack before buying something.

Michael smiled as he continued to savor the drink, and then returned to working on his story. He liked coming here to write his weekly column on food and culture. It got him out of the office and away from his editor’s antics, and they did serve good coffee. Not that it was helping with this review though. This week’s column was turning out to be a very average review of the Tangiers restaurant he'd eaten at on Sunday night, and he hated writing that sort of review. A truly bad restaurant was fun to review. Michael could get creative describing the bad service or horrible food, and the hyena truly enjoyed that kind of story even if he hadn’t enjoyed the meal itself. A mediocre meal with merely average service was no fun to write about because he ended up struggling for things to say.

That's probably why he noticed when the fox came into the store in the first place. He wasn't paying much attention to his work and seeing him made Michael stop writing altogether. The guy was so slender and young he looked like a kit in high school, so much so that Bill carded the fox when he tried to go through the little metal detectors that separated the bookstore section from the coffee shop. That's not what made Michael stare, though.

The fox was gorgeous. There was no other word for the lithe young man whose fur shone even in the bookstore's harsh lights. His thin swimmer's build grabbed the hyena's attention and demanded to be looked at. He had the classic red and white color pattern of a red fox, and he wore just a solid blue t-shirt and tight jean shorts. The jeans hugged his thin legs and made his big bushy tail even more noticeable as it swished over his bubble butt. His shirt was equally too small, so that instead of being tucked in it showed a bare midriff of snow white fur and it was stretched tight over his thin body, showing the soft curves and lean muscles of the fox. That soft white fur continued up to the underside of his muzzle, and he even had the thin black curve of fur on his cheeks. The thin black lines made the fox's face look even more delicate.

The young man glanced at Michael and then around the coffee shop, and then pointedly looked back at Michael suspiciously as if he thought he recognized the hyena. He must not though, because after a moment the fox disappeared off between the bookshelves, and when he heard a soft giggle Michael looked over at Bill.

The rottweiler grinned at him, the little spots of light brown on his forehead rising up as the dog waggled his eyebrows at the hyena and said, “You like that type?”

Michael grinned slightly at the dog and nodded once. "Then you should be in here on a Friday night sometime.”

Michael waved him away, suddenly conscious that if he spoke too loudly the fox might hear him, but the rottweiler merely went on grinning at the hyena.

"You could go say hello," the rottie continued, his voice edged with laughter as Michael shook his head vigorously. The dog turned away with a soft laugh, and Michael looked back down at his computer, his brown-furred cheeks tinted red as he blushed.

The hyena began typing again, and he'd gotten a few more lines into his review before the fox came out of the stacks with his tail between his legs. He was blushing so deeply the white fur of his cheeks looked pink because the skin underneath was so red. The fox went to the counter, opened his mouth to say something, and couldn't get the words to come out. Bill stared at him quizzically as the fox tried to die from embarrassment in front of him, ears pressed flat against his head.

"What can I do...?” The rottweiler’s head tilted in canine confusion at the fox's expression as the fox looked back at the bookstore section, and then understanding dawned on the dog’s face.

With a grumble the dog threw the towel he was holding onto the counter and stomped towards the back of the store. Michael stared at the fox as the young man stood awkwardly in the center of the store, totally bewildered about what was going on.

The big hyena jumped as Bill's loud bark of, "Get out!" that was followed by a startled yowl.

The fox jumped too, and then he moved so fast Michael nearly spilled his Chai as the young man sat down at his table and whispered, "Pretend you know me!"

There was the sound of boots pounding across the floor, and the look on the fox's face said everything. He was hiding. He kept his face turned away from the bookstore as the big tiger came stalking out of the stacks like an angry freight train. The leather clad tiger was huffing angrily with his tail lashing. When he turned to the exit of the store Michael could see that the biker's pants had been hastily zipped up and were bulging lewdly. A grin spread across the hyena's muzzle as he realized what must have happened.

"Was he jerking off back there?" The fox's blush doubled as he covered his face with his paws. Bill came out from the book store to the table, growling under his breath as Michael looked up at him.

"Bugger had his dick out and was half way to forcing me to disinfect the whole porno display. Thanks kiddo." The rottie slapped the blushing fox on the back, "Your drink is on me."

"Um, I'm, I don't know I..." the fox stammered into silence, still embarrassed.

"Get the Chai, its good here." Michael said casually as he leaned back in his chair.

"Hey, what did I just tell you about reviewing?" Bill wagged his finger at the hyena, who just laughed and made a playful grab for the wagging digit as the dog turned away.

"Smartass," Michael muttered, and Bill’s stub of a tail wagged at him, making his whole butt wiggle. The hyena grinned as he looked back at the fox. "You okay?"

"Yes," the fox mumbled, putting his paws on the table as he blushed. He stared at Michael for a moment and then laughed. "God I can't believe that just happened. What am I going to do now?"

Michael grinned at the fox. "What's there to do? Some guys have weird ways of getting their rocks off. Just forget about it and go get a book."

"No, I mean..." the fox stopped, blushing. “I was supposed to meet him here for a blind date."

"You were here to meet the tiger?" Michael asked. "Then why didn't you say something to him?"

"Cause I didn't expect to 'meet' so much of him so fast!" The fox said desperately, and Michael gave a deep laugh at that.

"Good point," the hyena said, chuckling. "Well, you've met me instead. I'm Michael." The big hyena reached a paw across the table to the slender fox.

"Jessie." The fox shook his proffered paw as Bill set two steaming cups of Chai tea down onto the table.

"There you go kid, one Chai tea latte, and I brought a refill for you since I know you're going to ask." The rottie winked at Michael as he walked away. Michael took a long drink of his previous cup to finish it off, as the fox took a sip of his own.

"Hmmm, you're right, this is good. Thanks for the suggestion, Michael." Jessie took another sip, and Michael watched as a look of confusion cross the fox’s handsome features. Jessie looked up at him for a moment and then said, "No can't be..."

"What?" Michael said skeptically as he started typing again.

"Are you Michael Dawson?" The fox said in disbelief, and when Michael nodded once distractedly, the young man’s eyes lit up. "You are? You’re the Chronicle’s society reviewer! I can’t believe it!”

Michael stopped typing and grinned broadly. "Well that's a surprise. People don't usually recognize me outside of a fancy restaurant. I guess you read my column."

"I do! I have! I've been reading it for years and I love it. You gave out the best recipes!" The fox was beaming now, his tail swishing back and forth as he leaned forward eagerly. "My mom used to make whatever you printed in the Saturday edition for dinner every Sunday night. I loved those meals! My family was so upset when you stopped printing them."

"Well I'm not a chef," the hyena said, his grin a little fixed this time. "I ran out of recipes to print." And I wasn't going to get any more after I dumped Parker, Michael thought a bit sourly, and he took a sip of his Chai to wash those thoughts out of his mind. "I hope you still like the column though."

"Oh, I still love it." Jessie's grin was stretched wide across his slim muzzle, and Michael smiled at the intense way the fox was watching him. It was flattering to have someone so handsome looking at him with rapt attention.

"Are you writing one now?" the fox said, craning his head to see the screen. Michael nodded and tilted it so the fox could see, and the fox scooted his seat around beside the big hyena’s chair. Michael grinned as Jessie leaned in close, his body almost touching the hyena’s muscled frame. The fox's tail swished back and forth through the air, soft fur brushing against Michael’s own shorter tail as the fox grinned.

"That's so cool. Your column is why I'm going to The Art Institute’s culinary school,” the fox said with a swish of his tail.

“Ah, so you're going to be a chef then. How far along are you?" the hyena said, tapping a few keys to go back to the top of his document so Jessie could read the column. Michael turned to watch the fox as his eyes skimmed the screen. He could write the rest of his review later, he did not want to pass up a chance to talk up someone so cute.

“I just started my second year.” The fox blushed a bit, but he was still grinning happily as he scanned the file.

“Good for you, the first year is usually when they weed out the ones who don’t want to put the work in. What are you focusing on this year?” The hyena sipped his drink and smiled at the way the fox looked at him with even more interest.

The fox’s tail started to wag back and forth with even more energy. It was rare to talk to anyone who understood how the school worked outside of class. “I’m specializing in Italian cuisine this year.”

Michael’s muzzle split into a wide grin to match the young fox’s. “Have they taught you how to make a proper cream sauce yet? Make sure you get Alberto Libertino’s recipe for that, it’s fantastic. Assuming you add some garlic to the mix in the second stage at least. That’s how…” the hyena paused and said “That’s how I always make it. It really improves the flavor.” He had almost said ‘my boyfriend’ because even after three months he still wasn’t used to being single.

“Did you go to the institute?” Jessie asked quizzically, his ears cupped forward as he watched Michael’s face.

“No. Well, for a year. I got my degree in journalism from State instead,” Michael said as he shifted to be a bit closer to Jessie. “But that year trying to be a chef has really paid off.”

“No kidding!” Jessie said as he playfully tapped Michael’s muscled shoulder. ”God, I would love to have your job. If I couldn’t be a chef being a critic would be just as much fun.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Not every restaurant is a fun experience after all.” Michael said smiling, and he looked down at the fox’s paws. Then, the fox’s stomach made a noisy growling sound, and Jessie blushed profusely, his slim paws drawing back as Michael’s muzzle split into a slow grin.

“I guess you were going to get food with your tiger friend,” Michael said, smiling.

“Yes, and talking about food with you hasn’t helped much.” The fox grinned a bit.

“Well I know a good place we could grab a bite.” Michael said, grinning devilishly. “You could have dinner with me instead.”

“What, like a date?” Jessie’s eyes widened a bit. “You want to go on a date, just like that?”

“Sure.” Michael smiled as he put his netbook into his shoulder bag. “Considering your previous blind date hasn’t worked out so well.” The hyena tipped his muzzle over towards the bookstore section of Crossroads, making Jessie laugh.

“Okay, I just…” the fox stared at him for a moment as Michael stood up, his ears folding back a bit as he realized just how tall the big hyena was. Michael could have easily set his chin on top of the fox’s head and he had a much wider and bulkier frame. That moment of hesitation made the fox say, “Why me?”

“Because you’re cute,” the hyena said, leaning down to give Jessie a kiss on the cheek. “Now come on.” Jessie got up and followed him, blushing hard the whole way.

They walked a few shops down to a Thai place Michael liked, and they sat there talking as they waited for the food. Jessie wanted to know everything about being a restaurant critic, and asked so many questions that the panda waitress asked Michael if he was training his replacement. Meanwhile, Michael asked the fox about himself, even though Jessie didn’t seem to think his life was all that interesting. It turned out Jessie hadn’t been out for that long. He’d used moving to college as an excuse to finally come bursting out of the closet, and his folks had not taken to the idea of him sleeping with men very well when he’d told them over Christmas.

They’d taken even less kindly to the fur dye and club kid clothing. Or as he put it, “Mom wouldn’t stop basting the turkey with tears, and Dad just kept muttering about me giving into ‘stereotypes’ and that they should never have let him go to a ‘bloody cooking school for poofters’.” As if a love of cooking had made him gay somehow. Michael had chuckled at the gruff impersonation of Jessie’s father, partly because every chef he knew actually was a flaming queer. Even the big bear who worked at the Roundup Steak house was a regular at the Pumping Station dance club down the street from Crossroads.

When their food came, the fox fumbled his way through the meal trying to use chop sticks until the hyena took pity on him and got the waitress to bring him a fork. Jessie’s sheepish smile as he took the fork was bright, and his soft red and white fur seemed to glow in the dim lighting of the restaurant. Whatever he used to condition his fur really worked, and it was clear Jessie took really good care of himself. Jessie also had to be the nicest guy Michael had met in a long time. He listened excitedly to Michael talk about work. The fox smiled all the time, and blushed easily whenever their legs brushed under the table. Jessie seemed unable to say something bad about anyone, even an old boar he had as a professor. It was clear Jessie didn’t like the man at all. His ex, Parker, had spent hours and hours complaining about the boar, but Jessie couldn’t say a bad word about him, even when Michael prompted him to dish about what the boar’s latest health food crusade was. It was one of the most pleasant dates he’d ever been on, and Michael was sorry to see it end when their dessert came.

“So,” Michael said as he finished the small slice of cake they had shared and paid the waitress. “You think you might have time to come back to my place for coffee? It’s been really nice talking with you like this.” The two of them got up, Michael slinging his bag over his shoulder.

Jessie grinned, his tail swishing through the air behind him in lazy arcs. “I’d love to, I…” the fox frowned for a moment when they stepped outside. “Wow it’s really dark. What time is it?” The fox fumbled taking out his phone and his face fell. “Oh no, it can’t be 8:30 already, can it?”

Michael pulled out his own cell and glanced down at the little display. “Yep, it’s 8:35. Why?”

“The last train left half an hour ago.” the fox said dejectedly. “It’ll take forever to get back to campus on the bus.”

“Well, that sounds like a really good reason to have coffee with me.” Michael said with a grin as he stood up. “I’ll take you back to the school afterwards, how’s that sound?” Jessie’s embarrassed grin said it all and the fox followed the hyena to his car.

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Michael opened the door to his apartment and flicked on the lights. Jessie stepped in behind him, having to squeeze between the bulky hyena and the wall as he began to set his things down on a small table by the door.

As the hyena put away his laptop, Jessie glanced around his apartment. It was tastefully furnished in tans and dark greens, with a large couch and love seat set in front of a nice television set.

"Let me make that coffee.” Michael said with a smile as he headed past the counter bar that separated the main room from a very nice kitchen. “Cream and sugar, handsome?"

Jessie smiled and nodded absently, his ears flicking back momentarily at the compliment. He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. He knew what was probably going to happen, a guy didn't ask you back to his place for 'coffee' if all he wanted to do was share a cup of coffee with you. He knew Michael was interested in something more, and Jessie was interested in the big hyena. He'd just never done this before. The fox had never had a one night stand. So he sat down on one end of the couch and looked around nervously, totally lost.

One corner of the hyena’s big living room had a desk setup where Michael's laptop now rested on a docking station. Another corner was filled by a large weight bench and a set of hand weights. The weight bench was positioned so the person working out could see the television easily.

Jessie leaned back on the couch and watched as Michael moved about the kitchen. The fox could see the swell and flex of the hyena's arm muscles, so it was no mystery how often those weights got used.

It was sort of surprising that a guy like Michael would be buff like that. He had never imagined someone who worked for a newspaper to be tall, muscular and handsome, certainly not the catty gay columnist whose recipes he'd been reading for years. Michael had the look of a gym regular, his short sleeved shirt bulging around his biceps and hanging off his pectorals. The big hyena's muzzle split into a grin as he padded out of the kitchen, sat down carefully in the center of the sofa beside the slender fox, and handed Jessie a cup of creamy, vanilla scented coffee.

Jessie sipped the warm coffee and smiled at the taste. It was rich and smooth, with a hint of cinnamon hidden beneath the vanilla. Michael smiled at him, as if waiting for the fox’s opinion of the drink.

"Very good," Jessie said with a smile, and the fox searched for something to say because with Michael sitting beside him and smiling like that, the only thing the fox could think about was how much he wanted to kiss the man beside him. Eventually the fox looked over at the weights.

"You uh, keep yourself in really good shape." Jessie said a bit sheepishly.

"I try." Michael said, taking a deep drink from his coffee. The muscles along his arm bulged as Jessie watched, the fox’s own coffee completely ignored. The movement also made the hyena's shirt ride up a little, and Jessie's eyes were dragged instantly to the little flash of cream colored fur that was revealed. Michael licked his lips as he lowered the mug, "If I didn't work out so much, my job would kill me. I eat way too much rich food."

"Well, you um, do a really good job." Jessie reached a paw out hesitantly, but when Michael didn't move back the fox squeezed the hyena's bicep, feeling it swell and go rock hard under his fingers as the hyena flexed for him. Again, words failed Jessie as he blushed, his paw still groping the hyena's arm. His paw squeezed the hyena’s arm, blushing at the way Michael looked at him, the hyena’s silence dragging at the fox until he blurted out, "You must have washboard abs with a weight set like that."

"I lift a lot of weights." Michael said as he watched the fox's face, "but I'll never have washboard abs. You could." Jessie blushed as the hyena's big paw gently patted the fox's knee, thick fingers rubbing gently at the fox's leg. "You've got the build for it. I'm too stocky. I'll always have a bit of pudge here." The corners of the hyena's muzzle turned up slightly in a knowing smile, and he lifted his shirt up so the fox could see. He lifted it far enough to show off the swell of his pectoral muscles over his smooth stomach. "All I can do is put on the muscle underneath."

Jessie moved his paw to the hyena's smooth stomach, and the two men watched each other intently, coffee forgotten. "Well I kind of like it." The fox said quietly as his fingers gently squeezed the thin layer of tummy fat that covered the hyena's muscled gut. Jessie blushed as Michael flexed again, the hyena's stomach becoming rock hard under that soft fur and slight belly.

There was a soft click as Michael set his cup down on the coffee table, and Jessie felt his chest tighten as one of the hyena's big arms moved behind him on the back of the couch. Then the paw which had been holding the coffee came to rest on the red fox’s leg. Thick fingers traced up the inside of Jessie's thigh and the fox felt a thrill run up his leg and spine as the hyena said, "I kind of like you, Jessie."

The big hyena's muzzle came just an inch from the fox's slender cheek, and Michael looked deep into Jessie's eyes. The fox blushed, his ears turning back as he shifted closer to the big hyena, his face half turned away even though his eyes were locked with the hyena's dark green eyes. Jessie squirmed as that big paw rubbed his leg, and he nearly spilled his coffee as his own paws began to shake. Jessie set his own cup down, which meant turning his head away from Michael so he could see the coffee table, and when he turned back, Jessie’s slender muzzle brushed gently against Michael's cheek as the hyena leaned in close to him.

The slender fox's muzzle pressed against the broad, square jawed hyena's and before Jessie really knew what was happening, they were kissing softly. Their lips met, and the smaller fox closed his eyes instinctively as the hyena's lips pressed against his own. They kissed tentatively for a while, their lips locked together passionately. Michael even tilted his bigger muzzle slightly and made a soft growling noise that rumbled his muscled frame as they began to make out. Jessie squeaked as Michael chewed very softly on his lower lip and rubbed at his leg, fingers teasingly creeping up his thigh towards his groin. Then the hyena deepened the kiss, gently pushing his tongue into Jessie's muzzle. The hyena's tongue was broad and warm, and it invaded the fox's slender muzzle completely. Michael's paw left his leg and cupped the side of Jessie's face. The hyena's big paw cradled the fox's whole head, Michael’s thumb tracing the little slash of black fur on the fox’s muzzle as Michael kissed the fox passionately. Jessie squirmed and slid closer to Michael, the fox moaning a bit as he opened his muzzle wider; submitting to the hyena’s invading tongue and passion. Their kiss deepened as their muzzles meshed together, and Jessie pushed himself against those big muscles as Michael's arms encircled him.

Michael turned his body on the sofa, facing Jessie fully as the moments turned into long minutes of kissing. Jessie slid his legs up on the couch and knelt between the hyena’s muscled legs, because it was the only way he could get his muzzle level with the taller hyena. The red fox's body tingled as Michael's thick arms surrounded him, the hyena's big, strong paws rubbing up and down his back. Jessie rubbed his paws slowly across the big hyena's chest, sliding up under his shirt to caress his pectoral muscles, fur sliding between his fingers. The fox whimpered and tensed each time the hyena's paw slid down over his jeans and squeezed at his rump. The fox was also whimpering because Michael's slacks didn't hide the hyena's arousal at all, and he could feel the big bulge pressing against his leg as easily as he felt the hyena’s muscles through his fur.

When Michael broke their kiss, Jessie leaned against his chest, panting heavily. "You want to see my bedroom?" Michael whispered into the fox's ear. The hyena's broad paws were rubbing exclusively across the fox's butt now, fingers playfully teasing below Jessie's tail.

"Yes..." Jessie whimpered, and he pushed his butt back against the hyena's paws, his body squirming as those strong paws gripped him. "I just, it’s..." the fox stopped; his ears red with embarrassment.

"It's your first time." Michael said calmly, his paws continuing their slow caresscaress through the fox's jeans.

"God is it that obvious?" The fox said, blushing even deeper as he leaned against the hyena's chest.

"Just a bit," Michael said as his muzzle was split into a wide smile. "Don't worry, handsome. It's kind of hot, and I'll be gentle." Jessie whimpered as Michael kissed him again, the hyena's big muzzle taking full command of the kiss. When their lips parted, Michael rubbed his chin against the fox's cheek and neck almost possessively, as a finger pressed up beneath the fox's tail, working it's way into the hole of Jessie's jeans that the fox's bushy tail escaped from. Michael whispered, "But I want so badly to be inside you..."

Michael smiled as the inside of Jessie's ear flushed, and the slender young man pressed against him almost fearfully. "I'd like that..." Jessie whispered hoarsely.

"Come on," the hyena said quietly as he stood up, and holding the fox's paw led him down the hall of his apartment to his bedroom. Michael left the lights off and led Jessie to the side of his bed, letting go of the fox's paw to pull the sheets of his queen-sized bed back. Jessie stood there nervously as the hyena pulled a small bottle of lubricant from his nightstand and turned to face the shivering fox. Jessie was standing with his back to the bed, his ears flat against his head. Michael smiled, and with exaggerated slowness he pulled his polo shirt off over his head. Jessie stared at him, eyes locked on the hyena's bare chest. The fox’s eyes followed the swell of Michael’s pectorals and those well defined arms, which the hyena used to pull Jessie close so they could kiss again.

The kiss unfroze the fox, and he kissed Michael back passionately, paws gripping and caressing the hyena's chest almost hungrily. They grinned at each other, their bodies pressed together as Jessie sheepishly rubbed a paw at the bulge in Michael’s slacks. The spotted hyena grinned and untucked the fox's shirt, pulling Jessie's t-shirt off him with ease so they were both bare to the waist.

Their fur rubbed together, Michael's short fur rubbing slowly against the fox's soft fluffier fur. Michael encircled Jessie with his arms, kissing him slowly as he unbuckled and unbuttoned the fox's pants, each unfastened button making the fox whimper and whine a bit. Eyes sparkling with mischievous delight, the hyena leaned down and kissed at Jessie's neck, making the fox moan softly and close his eyes. Michael's thumbs hooked onto the fox's waist band, and in one smooth motion the hyena peeled the fox's tight pants and underwear down to his ankles. As he did so the hyena bent his legs, dropping smoothly to his knees in front of Jessie. The fox looked down in surprise, his eyes locking with the hyena's. He watched as the hyena's broad muzzle rubbed against his dick, the thick pink shaft rubbing across Michael's cheek as the hyena's eyes sparkled. Without a word, the hyena's big muzzle opened and enveloped Jessie's throbbing erection completely. Jessie's knees nearly gave right then.

The fox whimpered, his paws clutching at Michael's shoulders as the hyena's muzzle pulled at his dick. It sent a tingle up his spine and down his tail, which flicked back and forth behind the fox as his dick was sucked for the first time.

Jessie wasn't a prude. He'd watched porn and even dated a guy who he’d fooled around with. All the other guy had been willing to do was jerk him off, and a paw simply didn't compare to this. Michael's warm muzzle made the fox tremble as the hyena’s thick, warm tongue rubbed along the underside of his dick. It felt like the hyena was mapping the veins in his cock with his tongue, rubbing at the base and pushing the tip of the fox's cock up against the ridged roof of the hyena's muzzle. Jessie's head spun as Michael's bobbed up and down, and the fox panted as the hyena slurped and sucked him off slowly. Jessie's tail thumped the bed and he whined as that broad firm jaw was pressed against his balls. Jessie whined in delight as instinct took over and he thrust a bit into that fabulous muzzle.

With a soft growl, the muscled hyena pushed his head against Jessie's stomach, forcing the fox to sit on the edge of the bed. With his feet still tangled in his pants and Michael's big paws planted on the inside of his thighs holding his legs down, the hyena was suddenly in total control. Jessie just moaned, his body tingling as the hyena's muzzle moved up and down hungrily. The red fox didn't care one bit that he couldn't move, just so long as his dick was in the hyena's warm, wet muzzle.

Head back and muzzle half open, the fox panted and huffed in delight. Michael pulled his shoes and pants off, those big strong paws spreading Jessie's legs, keeping his hips pinned down as Michael’s muzzle continued working its magic. As Jessie's breath became more and more labored, and the fox’s dick went rock hard in the hyena's mouth, Michael dripped a few drops of lube on his fingers.

Jessie felt his balls tighten as they rubbed against Michael's chin, and the fox tried to warn the hyena he was going to cum, when the finger slid in. Cool and too slick with lube to really hurt, the sudden stretching was still a shock. Jessie spread his legs and tensed, his coming orgasm derailed as Michael’s finger slid inside him. Jessie whimpered as the hyena's muzzle continued its rhythm unabated, taking away the edge of pain that always comes when somebody stretches your tail. Jessie’s paws clutched at the sheets and his tail squeezed down on Michael's thick finger as it pressed in slowly, curling to rub at his insides. Jessie squirmed in confusion and moaned, because the fat finger inside him felt great combined with the hyena's muzzle job, but Michael had definitely timed things to stop the fox from climaxing.

That was how it went for several long minutes. Michael's skilled tongue and warm wet muzzle bobbed and tugged at the fox's dick, and his thick fingers stretched the fox open. The hyena's chin rubbed at Jessie’s balls and his mouth pulled at the fox's cock hungrily, sucking until the vulpine was just ready to shoot. Then another slick finger would be inserted into Jessie's ass, stretching the virgin hole open more and more. Michael kept that up until he had three thick fingers knuckle deep inside Jessie, who was now a panting puddle of bliss.

The fox whimpered his paws balled up in the sheets as Michael's muzzle finally pulled off his cock. Taking hold of his legs, Michael turned him so he was lying lengthwise along the bed. The fox panted, and instinctively spread his legs a bit as Michael whipped off his belt and hurriedly stripped his pants off.

Jessie's eyes widened as Michael smeared a pawful of the lube across his very hard cock. The fox whined in the back of his throat as the hyena's dick glistening in the low light and Michael climbed up on the bed, crouching over him.

Jessie knew he'd be the one on bottom, hell he wanted Michael to fuck him, he just hadn't expected the hyena’s dick to look that big. Except... everything about the hyena was big, right? Those broad shoulders, big muscles and wide muzzle, it made sense he'd have a thick-looking cock too. Still, it made the fox's virgin tail tighten in fear, however freshly stretched it was. Michael knelt between Jessie’s legs, spreading the fox's slender legs apart and lifting them easily. Jessie felt cool air on his rump as the hyena curled his legs back, so that Jessie's knees were almost pressed to his chest.

Michael hovered over the slender fox, and Jessie whimpered nervously as their muzzles rubbed together. "Hold your legs up for me, handsome. Put your paws under your knees like this." Michael whispered, and Jessie moved his paws to where Michael's were, doing as he was told even though all the fox could think about was the huge, hard dick rubbing between the cheeks of his ass. "There you go, that's a good fox," Michael crooned softly, his paw rubbing comfortingly, and a bit possessively, across the white fur of the fox's belly. The tip of Michael's cock was pressing up under Jessie's balls, and the fox was sure it would never fit inside him.

Michael knew it would, and he settled down on top of his conquest so that he was lying completely on top of the spread fox so he was effectively pinning the fox under him. Michael's dick was throbbing in anticipation of what was going to happen, and Jessie was panting beneath him. The fox was whimpering and nuzzling at his neck, practically begging to be fucked, but Michael wanted to savor this moment.

The hyena grinned, intentionally pressing his strong muscled chest down onto the lanky slender body under his, rubbing the muscles Jessie had admired against him as Michael kissed his fox. Jessie closed his eyes, but Michael kept his open as he kissed the fox possessively, putting one big arm around the fox's neck to hold him in place. Jessie whimpered as Michael pushed his tongue into the fox's muzzle, and the hyena's big paw began to stroke at the fox's penis to get Jessie as hard as he was, while Michael's dick rubbed between the fox's spread cheeks.

This, this was what Michael loved. The hyena lived for the feeling of another male beneath him, submitting to him, and belonging to him. Jessie's body fit neatly under his own bigger frame, the fox's size making it possible for the hyena’s body to completely cover Jessie’s as they lay face to face, about to fuck. Their eyes were level, even though the hyena's hips were below the fox's. Jessie was so slender that Michael could crouch comfortably on his knees, the fox's body lined up neatly with his thick cock. Jessie's slender, beautiful body was absolutely perfect for fucking like this, and the fox was all his. Only one thing had to happen to complete this moment, for Jessie to be fully his. Michael growled with desire into the fox's mouth, and the hyena let his free paw slip down to his well lubed dick, gripped the base firmly as he pressed his fat tip against the fox's hole, and smoothly deflowered Jessie's virgin ass.

The red fox's body tensed as Michael pushed the head of his dick into Jessie. Jessie tensed, hissing through his nose as the broad tip of the hyena’s dick pushed past the ring of his ass. It felt so big inside him, and this was all so new to the fox that panic gripped him as the hyena continued pushing inside him. Jessie squirmed under Michael, his muzzle fighting against their kiss and his body tensing as his ass was stretched open wide. The fox's left paw let go of his leg and he pushed on the hyena's shoulder feebly. Jessie whimpered into the hyena's muzzle, but Michael didn't pull back, didn't budge. He'd been ready for this, that moment of fear every virgin had as their cherry was popped and a man's dick slipped inside for the first time. It was instinctive, every virgin he’d been with reacted this way. So the hyena just kissed the fox slowly, Michael's free arm coming up under the fox's leg and holding it in place to prevent Jessie from lowering it. That would have tightened the fox's already stretched hole, and then things would have hurt for real. Jessie twisted his muzzle to the side and opened his mouth, his cheeks hollow as he moaned.

"Ooooh god..." It was a heartfelt, whimpered sound, his body shaking as his tail adjusted to the thick rod of flesh inside him. It felt like a steel bar was being shoved slowly inside him. Jessie's paw clutched frantically at the hyena's shoulder as the big hyena pressed his hips forward, shoving his dick just half way into Jessie's stretched ass and stopped. Michael continued kissing the fox, the hyena's big muzzle affectionately kissing and consoling the squirming fox.

"Its okay,” Michael crooned softly. "I got you beautiful. It's okay. Relax, beautiful, relax." A long minute passed as Michael held Jessie tightly, keeping the fox's legs spread and resisting the urge to thrust the rest of his thick cock inside the fox.

Gods, Jessie was tight, much tighter than Michael thought he'd be after all that fingering. Instead of being loosened up and pliable, the fox's ass was tight as a glove, a warm silken glove that flexed and squeezed Michael's throbbing dick like a vice.

Jessie's body shook under the hyena and he whined almost frantically. It didn’t hurt exactly, the shock of actually having a man's dick inside him was more surprising than it was painful, but it was still uncomfortable to have his ass stretched open so wide. At least it was until Michael curled his arm around the fox's leg and grabbed hold of his dick. That made the fox gasp in pleasure, and Jessie's half hard dick went rock hard in Michael's paw. The big muscle-bound hyena holding him down rumbled with deep satisfaction as Michael felt the fox under him relaxing. Jessie's dick was just as hard as Michael's now, and the fox’s breathing slowed as they kissed. Now the fox's body pressed against his own with passion rather than fear as Jessie fully submitted to the big hyena inside him.

Continuing to stroke Jessie's dick firmly, Michael broke the kiss and stared into Jessie's eyes. The hyena growled softly as he held the fox's body down, Jessie's legs gripping the hyena's hips as the hyena began to grind his dick slowly into the fox beneath him. The fox started to moan, the sound rising until Michael's crotch was flush with Jessie's ass, making Michael rumble in triumph. The fox squirmed and gasped, but since Michael had spent so long fingering him and started slow, there still wasn't much pain. Jessie began panting in delight as the hyena's hips began to thrust, sliding that huge shaft out and back into the fox's tight passage, the flared tip never leaving Jessie.

Michael began to fuck the fox properly now. He guided Jessie’s paw back under the fox’s knee, making the fox hold his legs up and open wide. Michael slid his arms around Jessie’s shoulders, holding the fox tightly in place as he thrust. It was the simplest most vanilla position possible, missionary, but it was wonderful. It freed Michael’s hips to move in long smooth thrusts that drove his cock deep inside his virgin fox, the hyena’s heavy balls smacking against the white fur of Jessie’s ass. Jessie began moaning loudly every time the hyena bottomed out, wantonly calling out as Michael’s dick pounded at some spot deep inside him that made the earth move. Each time his dick plowed all the way in, it sent a jolt of pleasure through the fox’s mind, like the hyena’s dick was hitting a button inside him repeatedly that was wired directly to the pleasure center of Jessie’s brain. The fox barely even noticed that the hyena’s slight belly rubbed against his balls as they fucked. Jessie was simply overwhelmed by the size of the dick inside him and the power of Michael’s body on top of him, and all the fox could do was moan and keep his legs up as he was fucked deeply and completely.

Michael began kissing Jessie again, his bigger muzzle brushing and nuzzling at the fox’s throat in between kisses that took the fox’s breath away just as much as the hyena’s thrusting hips did. The big hyena was panting now, his chest heaving as he thrust into the fox, pushing until his groin was flush with the fox's upturned rump. Jessie was squirming underneath him, the fox's legs in the air as he panted raggedly. Jessie made pitiful, lust-filled moans every time the hyena bottomed out inside him. Michael's leg muscles tensed as he held himself still at the apex of his thrust, his dick pushed fully into Jessie's ass as the fox squirmed and moaned.

Jessie was practically curled into a ball underneath Michael now. The red fox’s knees were pressed up against Jessie’s chest by the hyena's body, the fox’s paws rubbing at the hyena's muscled chest. Jessie was whining and whimpering so loudly that Michael would have worried he was hurting the slim fox, except that Jessie's cock was hard as a rock and bounced against the white fur of his stomach each time Michael buried himself balls deep inside the fox.

That, and the look on the young fox’s face was one of pure ecstasy. Jessie's eyes were half closed and his muzzle hung open, his beautiful face in that curious blissful expression of a man in the throes of passion beyond his control. Michael lay on top of him and thrust his dick deep inside Jessie, claming the fox with each thrust. Jessie clutched at the hyena's chest, fingers contorting in the chest fur of the male on top of him. The fox wanted Michael to fuck him harder, faster, he begged for it, words coming out as broken whimpers every time the hyena's thick cock drilled into him. The little fox's muzzle shook as if the hyena were fucking the words out of him, and he panted for air whenever Michael pulled out.

Michael tried to hold his thoughts together, tried to keep his pace steady and not rush things. He wanted to make Jessie's first time last, but it was hard to think at this point about anything beyond the fact that Jessie's virgin ass was so incredibly warm and tight around his dick. It was like Michael was fucking hot silk, and he panted with the effort as he tried not to cum too quickly. Yet each time he thrust down into the fox's butt and filled that warm tight passage with his dick, Michael’s balls tightened and his whole body tensed a little more. Michael fucked Jessie hard for as long as he could, pounding himself into the fox until with a guttural cry the hyena began to cum deep inside the fox. The big hyena's thrusts faltered as his dick throbbed and he pushed in balls deep, grinding the last inch of his thick dick into the little fox's tail in short rapid thrusts as he cried out in pleasure.

Jessie yipped at the sudden force of the thrusts, his face pressed close to Michael's neck, his own body shuddering as the hyena bred him. Michael wasn't moving even to breathe, but Jessie could feel the thick cock wedged deep inside him throbbing, the pulsing sensation the only movement of the hyena on top of him. Jessie could feel every inch of that thick dick inside him pulsing, throbbing like mad as Michael held the fox down and dumped hot hyena cum deep inside his tail.

It was the most erotic thing Jessie had ever felt, because he knew what that steady throbbing meant. The hyena's dick was flooding his ass with spunk. He had been bred hard by the muscled hyena, and was now being filled with this amazing man's seed. The fox trembled, his arms holding Michael as the hyena's dick ground into him. Then Michael wrapped Jessie's dick in one strong paw and stroked the fox once, which was all it took. The fox barked pitifully, his back arcing as he shot all over Michael's paw, his own white chest fur, and the hyena's cream tan stomach.

Pleasure blotted out sight, and all Jessie could smell was cum and Michael. The heady, earthy scent of the hyena’s sweat invaded Jessie’s nose, a scent that surrounded him just like the hyena's body encircled the slender fox. Jessie whimpered as he felt the muscles of Michael's arms flexing around his shoulders and the hyena’s hips began to move again. Michael was thrusting his throbbing cock back and forth in short rapid thrusts that made the hyena’s whole body tingle in ecstasy as he finished inside his fox. The big hyena kept the fox curled up tight under him, those big arms, barrel chest, and tree trunk like legs holding the fox down on his back. Jessie's legs stayed spread and bent back above his head and held in place like the rest of him. Only the fox's tail was free to move, and Jessie curled it up between the hyena's legs because that meant he could feel Michael's balls rubbing against his ass as the hyena's cum continued pumping from those balls deep inside the fox.

Then, it was over. Michael's grip relaxed, Jessie's body stopped spasming in pleasure, and their orgasms passed. Michael was still on top, panting slowly with his eyes closed as he held himself fully inside that fine, tight ass. Jessie panted too, his tail flexing as he whimpered quietly, suddenly very aware of how big and thick the dick inside him was.

They stayed like that for a long while, the fox panting breathlessly as he tried to recover, but Jessie was too worn out. His head spun and his tail ached, and Jessie wondered if he should do or say something. He'd never done this before, and Jessie had no idea what to do. He could feel it as Michael's cock went soft inside his tail, and the fox felt his chest grow tight with sudden dread. He didn't know what you were was supposed to do or say after sex, and the hyena wasn't saying anything.

What Jessie wanted to do was to get the hyena hard again, because that would mean Michael still wanted him. He didn't want Michael to slip out, but the hyena did eventually. The hyena's strong chin rubbed gently against Jessie's face, just the way the hyena's now soft cock rubbed against the fox's ass. Jessie could feel cum leaking out of his tail, smeared around by Michael's dick as the hyena kissed his neck slowly. It made Jessie blush in embarrassment, and Michael's eyes twinkled at the look on Jessie's face.

The big hyena shifted slightly, letting Jessie's aching legs down to the bed, but the hyena didn't roll up off him. He stayed stretched out over Jessie, the fox's legs now gently hugging the hyena’s hips as Michael proceeded to kiss him slowly for several minutes. Jessie had no idea what to do now, but he knew he didn't want to leave this spot if he didn't have to.

The red fox panted softly, confused and unsure, his eyes watering as he whispered, "Was... was I good?"

"You were wonderful, beautiful." Michael whispered into his ear, "Amazing." Jessie smiled weakly, and the hyena just held him there and watched the fox's face, kissing him whenever the fox looked nervous or upset.

Michael knew that nothing quite rivaled the vulnerability of your first time, so the big hyena simply held himself up on his knees and elbows and stayed on top of Jessie, just gently holding the young fox who was no longer a virgin.

They stayed that way for over an hour as Jessie worked through his emotions. The red fox cried some, his head on Michael’s shoulder as his body shook, but they were tears of joy and exhaustion, not sadness. Jessie's slender muzzle pressed against Michael's strong neck as the hyena whispered how amazing and sexy the fox was. Jessie clutched at the man who had spread his tail open and bred him, made love to him even. He never wanted to let go of Michael. The fox fell asleep in the hyena's arms, his pretty face plastered with a tired smile. Michael watched Jessie sleep for a while, staring at the fox's handsome face with a smile before lying down beside his fox and closing his eyes.