[center][b]Late Night Fox[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]





“You should go to Rick for this. [i]In the morning.[/i] He’s always up for anything.”

“I can’t stand it that long! And he’s not answering.”

“It’s not even gonna-“

“I [i]know.[/i]” Steff interrupted. The fox’s smooth features were twisted into a pleading grimace. “Please. I’m begging you, I [i]need[/i] this.”

Oliver leaned- slumped, really- against the frame of his apartment front door. The kangaroo raised his eyes up to the roof, tracing over the texture of the popcorn ceiling while he considered. 

Considering took a while. One in the morning on two hours of sleep wasn’t a great time for thinking. But one in the morning was when Steff had come knocking on his front door.

He looked back down to the rubbery fox standing on his welcome mat. The guy was a mess, eyes locked hopefully on the quoll whose sleep he had interrupted, fidgeting… Well, honestly, Steff was groping himself. There was a token effort to look somewhat like he was wringing his hands instead of rubbing his bulge, but no more than ‘token’. 

It wouldn’t have been convincing even if Steff had been wearing pants.

“Fuuuuck.” Oliver caved to pity. “You’re lucky I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow. Come in.”

Steff pushed in past him with eager haste, leaving the groggy marsupial to shut the door. The latch slid closed on only the second try (the mechanism didn’t quite line up), and Oliver shuffled back toward his bedroom. “Come on. I want to get back in bed.”

“Thank you.” Steff panted. Now that he was inside the fox had abandoned pretense and was furiously kneading at his crotch- the featureless nullge that was all he had anymore.

Like hundreds of others Steff had been affected by a batch of tainted condoms several months ago. Tainted with what, no one exactly knew. Researchers working on the problem were reportedly stumped and muttered such phrases as ‘impossible’ and ‘disobeys the laws of physics’ and ‘metamaterial of unknown origin’. It was, or might as well be, fucking magic bullshit.

The practical upshot was much more explicable: Everyone who had used the contaminated latex had been surprised to find it adhered to their flesh, growing and spreading over their entire body as a smooth second skin. Often as not both bed partners had been dragged into rubberiness together- fortunately with only a few cases of conjoinment-by-latex.

Steff wasn’t one of those cases. But the kinky fox slut had been wearing a chastity cage on that night when his fling of the evening had wrapped it and tapped it. The spreading smoothness had decided that accessory was an excellent idea, and now… well, Steff’s having-junk privileges had been summarily revoked, leaving only a smooth bulge between the vulpine’s legs.

Poor bastard’s tail end had sealed up, too. Right as his partner had pulled out in startlement at the transformation. This was not unheard-of among other victims, though how the hell that worked was one of the things giving scientists conniption fits. Steff, though, was the only one with neither genitalia nor butthole remaining after the sudden latexification, at least as far as Oliver knew.

That left the formerly oversexed fox little outlet for his expansive libido. And Steff wasn’t taking it well.

“Just don’t get huffy if I fall asleep.” The bushed kangaroo muttered as he dropped himself onto the mattress, slipping his tail under the covers. “It’s after fucking midnight.”

He felt Steff slide into bed through the disturbance of the blankets a moment before the shiny body pressed into his back, orange muzzle rubbing desperately into his shoulder. “I’ll be as quiet as I can, I promise. I just need… I [i]need[/i]…”

The fox’s arms wrapped around his chest under his arms, pulling their bodies together for Steff to grind helplessly against the thick base of his tail. Oliver snorted. “Yeah, I get it. You got needs.”

A sad whine of agreement sounded in Oliver’s ear.

He settled in to try to get back to dreamland like that, with the sex-deprived fox grinding on his hind end. It wouldn’t go anywhere. Never could, with things as they were. Steff just couldn’t orgasm anymore. The fox had tried everything he or any of his friends had so far thought of, but no dice. Vibrators, dry humps, oral- Steff could get worked up, even feel some pleasure, but none of it ever built up to anything. Electrostim in particular (Rick’s idea) had gone absolutely nowhere, besides yielding the interesting information that Steff didn’t conduct electricity anymore.

That was why Oliver felt sorry enough for Steff to let him in at this time of night. That and years of friendship, occasionally friendship-with-benefits. If things had turned out a little different and/or if Oliver had been in the habit of using condoms, it probably could have been Oliver in Steff’s place right now. Or Oliver in bed with him when it happened at least. Hell… they could’ve been one of the unlucky couples literally stuck together at the hip.

[i]Might have been better if it was me.[/i] Oliver mused sleepily. Not that he’d want it to be, of course, but it probably wouldn’t have hit him as hard as it did Steff. Oliver liked to get laid as much as the next ‘roo. Steff was the whoreny fox stereotype in the flesh, and proud of it. [i]Have to see if the guys have any more ideas for him, later.[/i]

Oliver drifted in his half-somnolent state for a while, kept from sinking any deeper into sleep by the friction against the fur of his lower spine and the intermittent panting in his ear. Eventually it started to get a little uncomfortable. Wordlessly he pushed the fox’s hips back from him- eliciting a small whine of protest in response. He mumbled an apology as he levered his tail up out of the way, the bulk of the limb awkward to maneuver but soon settled under the fox’s arm without dislodging the covers too far. 

The new position planted Steff’s crotch directly against Oliver’s ass, giving the patch of fur at the base of the kangaroo’s tail it had been threatening to rub bald a much-needed break. Without delay the fox nestled his bulge between his friend's cheeks and began to hotdog the other male as well as he could without a ‘hotdog’.

Letting Steff in under his tail immediately proved to be something of a strategic error. The repeated press of smooth rubber skin against his tailhole had a more stimulating effect on the kangaroo than the rubbing on his back had. Especially since, with that target so tantalizingly just where the fox could claim it if only he still had the equipment to do so, Steff couldn’t help but hump with just a little more force.

Dragged back into wakefulness by the pressure on his backside and his growing stiffness up front because of it, Oliver cracked an eye open to examine the glowing numbers on his alarm clock. Almost an hour since the doorbell had pulled him face-to-face with Steff.

Well, fuck. He wasn’t going to get any rest tonight before Steff tired himself out. A squeeze at the flagpole between his legs told him he was too horny to want to either. 

Might as well get it out of his system. He reached a hand back, grabbing onto the fox’s moving hip, and paused. Remembered that flipping Steff over and taking him from behind wasn’t really an option. He could turn the tables and slide his sausage between those shiny asscheeks, but no foxhole to sink into robbed the idea of some of its appeal. It would probably feel really good to hotdog the beleaguered fox, maybe with some lube to slicken things up…. No, it sounded far too much like work at this time of night.

Something to try some other time, though. Steff would agree to it in a heartbeat, would have even before he became permanently pent up.

The fox still had his hands. Oliver could reach up, pull one of the arms wrapped around his chest down between his legs. But the pounding against his ass really put him in the mood to be filled… fingering wouldn’t do much to help Steff tire himself out though. Might just work him up more. 

[i]Getting off might help me sleep at least, while he has whatever fun he can. If only there was something I could do to help him burn off some energy…[i]

The kangaroo was just about to settle for a fingerfuck and the hope of a post-orgasm sleep when he remembered. “Hang on a moment, Steff.”

“Mmm?” The fox stopped moving, then his ears folded back. “Please don’t make me leave. I’ll stop, just let me be close…”

“I’m not kicking you out, mate.” Oliver assured him. He could have added that he didn’t believe for a [i]second[/i] Steff wouldn’t end up humping his leg or something regardless of any promises, but no need to kick the guy when he was down. “Just cracked a fat and had an idea.”

“…What?” Steff asked, reluctantly allowing the kangaroo to lean over the side of the bed. “I can’t understand when you talk Australian.”

“You got me horny.” Oliver clarified, feeling around under his bedside table. “And I think I still have… here.”

He pulled his upper body back up onto the bed, hefting the strapon he’d retrieved from the floor. “Sheila on the pull cracked onto me last week and brought this along to have a naughty. Didn’t get around to using it before she racked off and bailed without it. Figure you could give up being a bludger and put in some hard yakka on me down under.”

“Now you’re doing it on purpose.”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” Oliver deadpanned, before shoving the sex toy into the fox’s hands. “Just put it on, please. I might as well get off even if you can’t-“ He stopped, flushing under his fur with shame. “Sorry. That’s the lack of sleep talking. I didn’t mean-.”

“It’s okay.” Steff said softly, cradling the false cock and its straps in his hands wistfully. “I mean, it’s not, but it’s not your fault. I really do appreciate you letting me stay and I’d love to return the favor.”

“…thanks.” Oliver retrieved a tube of lubricant from his bedside table while the fox strapped the faux penis to his bland crotch, thumbing the cap open and squirting a generous dollop onto his finger. “As long as you’re down.”

“I’m [i]desperate[/i] in case you didn’t notice.” The fox accepted the lube and slopped almost half the tube onto the purple silicone rod he was wearing while the kangaroo applied the much more modest dollop under his tail. “I’ll take what I can get. Always been a giver anyway.”

“Just get in there and- Hnnng!” Oliver grunted at the suddenness with which he was penetrated, Steff having shoved a good half of the artificial cock into him in one go. The strapon was just a smooth rod with a rounded end and a slight curve, no more detailed than the crotch it was attached to. With the amount of lube Steff had slapped onto it the experience was only [i]somewhat[/i] painful to Oliver’s underprepped ass. “-tire yourself out.”

Steff obliged with gusto, driven by weeks of stymied libido. Instead of bottoming out with the borrowed shaft he pulled back, leaving just the tip inside his friend’s stressed pucker before thrusting forward again. Even as a placebo it felt good to be penetrating, seeking out a sweet spot in his friend’s back passage. 

All the same he tried not to think of how he wouldn’t be able to pop in the hole he was railing. The rhythmic pressure of the strapon’s base against his still-sensitive-but-never-sensitive-enough bulge was what he was stuck with, so he made the most of it in short strokes of his hips which he doled out in batches, adjusting depth and angle whenever a whim struck. He kept half an ear on the grunts and groans made by the kangaroo as he did, sticking with any position that seemed to get more of a reaction.

Oliver focused on riding out the initial discomfort of the relentless penetration, seeking the right balance of relaxation and tension to get the most out of his pegging. Steff’s style felt different than getting rooted by a sheila, he thought. A little sharper turnaround on the back motion into the forward motion, or something like that. 

Different from being pounded by a real cock too. With another guy- that is, with a guy who still had all the traditional equipment- there was usually some degree of give and take mediated by clenching or loosening up. That was still sort of there, but out of synch. Driven only by the change in force needed to go in and out instead of by friction on sensitive flesh.

Steff thrust harder and  faster when he felt an increase in resistance, smashing his nullge against the dildo base to take advantage of how Oliver’s ass was holding the shaft steady. Sighed when the roo’s pucker loosened again and he had to drive further for the grind that was all he could hope for. Driven by need he knew he couldn’t sate he went back to prodding around, hunting for Oliver’s prostate. Found it, going by the throaty hum the marsupial let out, and jabbed at that spot until another wave of tension let him get in another round of hopeless, oh-so-needed stimulation.

Oliver came hard on the third such round of relentless ramming, gasping as his balls unloaded a series of weak spurts into his sheets. “Slow… slow down a little.”

Steff grumbled, obliging to glide over Oliver’s pleasure button instead of ramming it but unwilling to stop. He gave the kangaroo as long as he could before fishing around again for a good spot to plant the silicone tip and grind again. About five minutes. And then he was back at it, compelled to conquer the hole he would never be able to seed. 

The most he could limit himself was to take it slower than he really wanted, losing and regaining self control again and again while he railed the increasingly vocal kangaroo. Oliver’s second anal orgasm took longer to arrive than the first, delayed by the modicum of restraint, and it was a relief to both when he begged the fox to finish it.

After that Oliver was pretty thoroughly out of it. Two hard climaxes in a row, ongoing stimulation, on top of his muddled state rendered him only marginally coherent. As far as Steff could tell, though, his friend never actually told him to stop. Which was good because he didn’t think he could have anyway. 

It was hard to tell whether Oliver was conscious for his third orgasm. Pretty definitely not for the for the fourth. If there was a fifth, brought on by the slow tired movement of faintly squeaking fox hips, Steff had pretty much checked out himself by then.

[center]***[/center]

Oliver woke to a severe soreness under his tail and substantial matting in the fur of his torso. Blearily he extricated himself from the shiny-smooth arms wrapped around his chest, a sensation of emptiness adding itself to the hard-earned internal bruising in his anus. It might be hours before it felt normal to be unoccupied.

He groaned, wincing into the light coming in through the window. A false start told him he really didn’t want to sit up directly just yet, and he carefully settled his weight onto his hip instead. 

A yawn behind him caused him to turn back to regard the shiny fox in his bed, Steff snuggling deeper into the covers, latex eyelids clamped closed in that way unique to people who have just barely come awake and wish with every fiber of their being that they weren’t.

“Mrrgln.”

“Mmm hmm.” Oliver agreed, rubbing at his eyes. “Good morning to you too. Get it out of your system?”

“No.” Steff grunted. “…But I feel a little better after sleeping. Thanks.“

The fox shifted, and slumped back onto his side with a groan. “Fuuuuck. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to walk.”

“[i]You[/i] won’t be able to walk?” Oliver laughed, chuckling madly until it threatened to turn into a cough. “I can’t even sit up!”

“I was the one doing all the work! My hips are killing me.”

The kangaroo contrived to get to his feet as he choked down the renewed laughing fit, managed to lean himself against the wall while coped with the uncomfortable awareness of his rear. “Guess they would be, you were a machine.”

“That happens when you can’t finish.” Steff agreed mournfully. He rolled onto his back, grimacing at the feel of his legs. The strapon he was still wearing pulled the thin blanket up in a tent, which the fox regarded, blinking, and sighed. “Look, I’m even still hard.”

Oliver managed a bittersweet smile at the sardonic remark. “Sorry dude. If it’s any consolation, I think you could ruin me for bottoming to anyone else.”

“Thanks, I think…” A squeaking filled the air as he scratched at his face. “Really more of a bottom myself though. You know that. God, I’d kill to get pegged.”

“You’re welcome back whenever you need me.” Oliver said, then the twinge in his rear made him backpedal. “My ass is off limits for at least a week though. You’ll have to frot or hump my leg or something.”

“Fair.”

Levering himself off the wall he trudged toward the door, Oliver added, “I’m going to make breakfast. After I’ll call over the guys and we can brainstorm more things for you to try while you suck us all off. If you want to.”

“[i]Yes.[/i] Cock in my mouth sounds heavenly.” Steff said. Heartfelt slutty honesty, with only a tinge of beleaguered resignation. “Hey, Oliver?”

“Yeah?” The kangaroo paused in the doorway, poised to do anything he could.

“Thank you. You’re a real friend.”

“Least I could do.” Oliver smiled back, and moved on toward his kitchen. “Yell if you need help getting out of the bed.”





[center]The End[/center]