Melodies

Written by Rix Prime
(previously as Solstice in 2010)

As with all stories I write and post online, this story may be copied, distributed, shared, read, pawed off to, praised, criticized, reviewed and enjoyed freely by anyone over the age of 18. In fact I encourage it. The characters depicted in this tale remain my creative property, but if you ask nicely or even not so nicely, I might let you use them. Especially for drawn art.  

If I find you anyone claiming this as their own writing, or selling it, I cannot be held responsible for cleaning up the body parts.

Part One – Bolero

The night of my eighteenth birthday, I chose to go out and have a quiet cup of mango-lemon green tea at Cafe Bolero, a nice little hole-in the wall coffee shop about a twenty minute walk from my dorm room at Aisling Kell University in southwestern Ontario.  I brought my laptop along so I could sit back and relax, enjoy the free wireless, and chat with my friends back home.

In case you think this a little pathetic, you have to understand a few things.  First, I was five thousand kilometers from home way out in Prince George, BC.  Second, I was in my first month of University, and my nearest family member of any significance was a province away in Manitoba. Finally, well, I liked the quiet atmosphere of a coffee shop over the loud, thumping, insipidly unoriginal music that you'd hear in a modern nightclub.

I suppose if I'd made an effort to cultivate a few friendships with other students in my dorm rooms I might actually be spending my eighteenth with them rather than alone... but I'm just a little shy, especially around people my age.  Add to that the fact that the only truly exceptional thing about me is my talent for music, and I was in a school full of students there for the exact same reason, well, I didn't really stand out.

Seriously, go Google up the words 'Average Fennec Male' and nine times out of ten, any picture you find will be an almost exact representation of me.  Massive ears and tail, slight body, deep brown eyes so dark they're almost black,  a pointed, angular muzzle, and sandy brown fur from head to toe.  I had pure fennec blood going back four generations, and not a smidgeon of any recessive genetic traits that would make me seem exotic.  Well, there was one thing that wasn't exactly average, but that's rather a personal subject, and not something I went around showing to everyone.  Besides, it wasn't anything monstrously larger than normal, just a little bit bigger than you'd expect on my small five-foot frame.  Five feet if you don't count the ears, that is.  In short, in a music program with two hundred other students, thirteen of them fennecs and eight of them male, I really didn't have anything special to offer any girls.

It was about eight o'clock on a Friday night, and I didn't have any classes for four days, I had no projects to do, and I was looking forward to a relaxing night in a quiet cafe.  I guess the world had another thing in mind for me, because what greeted me when I stepped into Cafe Bolero on that night, was a throng of people so large that I wondered if I'd been transported into another dimension or something.

Almost every single table in the Cafe was taken up, though I was happy to see that my favourite spot, right next to the window, was empty.  I set my pack down on the high-backed leather armchair in front of a small wooden table and then stepped up to the counter.  “Hey Sashi,” I said to the cute calico girl behind the counter, “What's with all the people?”

Sashi smiled, “Oh, they come here for coffee here once a month.  Don't worry, they're nice folk.  Bit noisy at times, but they're good for business.  That's not a problem, right?”  Her emerald green eyes looked me up and down, “You're all spiffied up tonight.  What's the occasion?”

I felt my ears pin back. I had to admit, I had a bit of a crush on Sashi; she was genuinely friendly, and she seemed to be a natural flirt. I'd dressed up a little in the off chance that the girl might actually notice it.  “Umm... yeah, it's kind of my birthday. Don't know anybody here, really, so I thought I'd just steal your wireless and chat with friends back home.”

“Well, jeez Rax, you shoulda said something.  Tea's on me tonight, and have a slice of cake or something too,” Sashi said, flashing me a playful smile, “Maybe someone should give you a birthday spanking.”  I almost choked at that, making Sashi laugh, “Just kiddin' sugar.  Go have a seat.  You like chocolate, right?  I've got just the thing for you.”

Feeling a blush so deep that I didn't doubt it was showing on my face wherever my fur was thinnest, most likely the insides of my ears, I muttered my thanks and sat down in my chair.  My eyes wandered the room curiously.  There were certainly a lot of people there, and from all walks of life.  I wondered how they all knew each other.  In one corner, a large bear was snuggling with his wolf bitch girlfriend, who had the cutest leather collar on, and was dressed in what looked to be a private school uniform.  Across from them was a stately-looking albino squirrel in a black lace cocktail dress.   Another table had had a pair of red squirrels chatting with what looked like a hybrid mix of fennec and tiger.  I was so enraptured by the sheer variety of furs present that I didn't even notice her as she sat down in the chair in front of me.

“Excuse me.  Rax was it?  I heard dear Sashi over there say your name,” Came a gentle, feminine voice from the seat across from me.  I turned my gaze to find the albino squirrel sitting across from me, her red eyes curious and inquisitive. “Care for a bit of company?  I was supposed to meet someone here, but it looks like he's not going to make it.”

I blinked, staring at the squirrel for a while. She had a little smile on her face, as if she was sizing me up. “I guess so, why not?” I said.  I was just a little confused by her approach.  There were a lot of other people present, and I remembered seeing her when I came in, talking to the bear and his girlfriend.  Why had she taken an interest in me, I wondered.

That smile broadened into a grin, and she murmured, “Wonderful.  My name is Marra, pleased to meet you, Rax.”  She held out a hand to me, and much to my surprise, I found myself kissing the back of that hand gently. As my lips brushed the back of her hand I caught a scent of lavender and roses.  I hadn't even thought of what I was doing; I'd been way too into fantasy novels recently, and the main character in my favourite series did that with every pretty girl he met. 

“Holy crap, I'm sorry... I just... I'm sorry, Marra.  I really don't do that, honestly.  I just... it kind of was instinctive.  You're really kind of pretty, and I've been lost in my own world...” I was silenced by her finger on my lips, and when I looked up, she was still smiling.  If anything, she looked even happier, and she patted my cheek gently.

“Now, Rax, don't you apologize for treating a lady right. There's too many men out there who are far too uncouth,” Marra said, her tone both amused and pleased. “It's rare to find a good looking boy with manners, you know.”

I gaped at her, and found myself at a loss for words.  I found my gaze drawn to her chest, where I realized the cocktail dress had her cleavage quite deliberately on display.  I couldn't help it; she was an attractive, exotic woman, and she was talking to me. Not only that, I thought she was flirting with me.  

Before I could ask Marra why she had taken such an interest in me, I was interrupted by Sashi's arrival, bearing not one, but two slices of chocolate mousse and hazelnut cake.  She set one down in front of me, and the other in front of Marra.  “Hiya, ma'am,” Sashi said smoothly, her eyes sparkling with some hidden amusement. “I see you met Rax.  Be nice to him, okay?  He's a regular.”

Marra smiled at Sashi warmly, lifting her hand to pat Sashi's cheek, then stood up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, dear.  I'll get you later, alright?” Taking her seat again, Marra grinned at me, “Adorable kitten, that one. Good kisser, among other things.”

I blinked, then just stared at Sashi as she padded away, swinging her hips provocatively.  I wasn't exactly certain at that point whether she was swaying her hips for me or for Marra... or both.  Turning to look at Marra, I stammered out another apology, “Oh jeez, I'm sorry, I didn't... you like... you're a lesbian... oh god, and so is Sashi... and here I thought you were flirting with me. Wow. Real smart there...”

Again, Marra laid a finger over my lips, bubbling with light, musical laughter. “You're a delight, Rax. No, I'm not a lesbian. I like boys too.  And yes... I was flirting with you.” she said, taking a forkful of my cake and lifting it to my lips.  Dumbstruck by Marra's open and honest demeanor, I mechanically opened my mouth and let her feed me. “You're too cute to not flirt with. Or maybe more.”

I don't think I tasted the cake at all.  It could have been the driest, most bland piece of cake in the world for all I registered it. I was too confused and flustered to do anything but let Marra feed me every forkful of my own piece of cake, while she used her free hand to stroke one of my ears almost possessively.  Nobody had ever been so direct with me, so... commanding. Even my parents back home had been mostly lackadaisical in dealing with me, letting me find my own path. Hey, it had ended up with me getting a scholarship to one of the best music schools in the country.

When she fed me the last piece of cake, and then mopped up the remaining chocolate sauce drizzled on the plate with her index finger, I didn't even hesitate to open my mouth one last time.  It seemed the natural thing to do, especially with her stroking my ears so gently, and the smoldering look in her red eyes.  I suckled on that finger, licking off every last bit of chocolate sauce.  It was perhaps the most intimate and almost erotic thing I had ever done, especially in public.

As Marra started in on her own slice of the cake, a little smile on her face, I looked over to Sashi, blushing furiously, enough I knew that the colour would be seen on the insides of my ears.  The look in her eyes was speculative and a little surprised, but not as scandalized as one would expect. Her brow was furrowed, and her green eyes moved back and forth from looking at me and looking at Marra. That quiet, secret amusement was gone, though her little smile remained.  

I looked down at my empty plate, and murmured something inane to Marra. To this day, I don't remember the exact words, but whatever it was, it resulted in her reaching out to gently tweak my nose.  “Don't you dare say that. You most certainly are, Rax.  Listen... I can tell you're quite uncomfortable, so let's take a little walk.  The sun's still up, and there's a nice little park nearby.”

A walk!  It sounded like a fantastic idea, and when Marra stood, I picked up my knapsack and set it beneath the counter for Sashi to watch. The calico shook her head, once again looking quite amused, but waved me off.  There was something knowing in her gaze, and I was about to ask her what she knew that I didn't when Marra called from the door, “Rax, are you coming?”

“I'll ask you when I get back, Mar-... Sashi.” I said haltingly, embarrassed by the verbal slip.  A few moments later, I had stepped out into the warm, pleasant evening air alongside Marra.  I looked back to Sashi once as I left, and I could see that she was trying to contain her laughter. I decided that after my walk, I'd have to grill the girl for what she knew about Marra.

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The evening was warm, warm enough that I didn't have to worry that Marra would feel a chill.  In fact, I felt just a little overdressed for the weather, with my black jeans and buttoned down long-sleeved shirt. Curiously, Marra said nothing for a couple blocks, and only spoke when we reached the edge of Laurentian Park, a large conservation area  and city park that abutted my school.

“I'm really sorry, Rax. I was a little too forward there.  You just... you set me off there, I don't know why,” Marra said quietly, “I embarrassed you, didn't I?” She gave me a conciliatory look, and I couldn't help but notice her arm move as if she was going to reach up and stroke my ears again.  About halfway up, she noticed what she was doing, and made as if she'd been just about to run her fingers through her headfur.

I felt my ears swivel back a little, though I smiled at her, “Yeah, a little.  Nobody's ever done that to me, you know?” I kicked at the sidewalk beneath my feet, trying not to look at her, “I mean, I think I liked it. But it was weird in the middle of a coffee shop.”

Marra nodded in understanding, then gestured toward a nearby well-lit path that led across the grass to a nearby set of picnic tables, inviting me to take the lead.  As we walked, she held her arms clasped firmly behind her.  I wondered if she was doing it so she'd be able to resist touching me again. 

As we came upon the picnic tables, I selected one that was well-shaded from the sun, next to a path that led into the wooded part of the park. I looked out across the picnic area, grinning; that close to the end of the day it was always nearly empty, and this time was no exception. 

“So, Rax, how long have you been with the group?” Marra asked quietly, taking a seat across from me.  I blinked and cocked my head, my confusion evident on my face.  “You know, the group at the coffee shop?  I haven't been out with them in a few months, so I've never... seen you... before... oh holy fuck... you're not with the group at all.”  It wasn't a question.

Interesting thing about albino squirrels. Even through their fur, when they blush, you know it, and she was blushing even more than I had at Bolero.  When I shook my head, grinning just a bit, she stood up, the embarrassment also quite plain in both the way she stood and the way her tail was twitching. “I'm so sorry, Rax.  I really didn't know.  I thought you were with them. Why didn't you say anything?”

I tried to make light of it, hoping to calm her down, “Come on, Marra. If some gorgeous lady sat in front of you, started flirting with you, and then fed you cake while giving you perhaps the sexiest look you've ever seen, finishing off by sticking her finger in your mouth to suck it off... would you complain or ask questions?”  Marra opened her mouth then closed it, shaking her head no.  “Why don't you sit down and tell me... what the hell is that group at the coffee shop?”

Marra sat down again, squirming uncomfortably.  I felt just a little bit of sadistic glee that I'd set her off guard almost as much as she'd done to me at the coffee shop.  She folded her hands on the table, and twiddled her thumbs for a while, then asked, “What do you know about... well, what does the word 'kink' mean to you?  Or BDSM?”

Of all the things that she could have brought up, that was one that I don't think I would have ever guessed.  In retrospect, looking back at that night, certain signs are pretty obvious now, but then and there... well, I didn't know much more than a few pictures and stories I'd seen in high school.  “You mean... whips, chains, bondage and all that stuff?  I know what the letters mean, I guess, but... wait, that's what they're all about?  The people at Bolero?  Sashi said they meet there every month.”

Nodding, Marra continued,  “I thought you were there with them, Rax.  If I'd known you weren't... I really wouldn't have bothered you. I was supposed to be meeting someone who'd stood me up, and... you were so cute and you weren't being social... now I've screwed up both our nights.”

“I wouldn't say you screwed it up, Marra,” I said, then laughed, though I don't doubt it sounded just a little strained at the time. “So you were hoping to get me home and maybe, I dunno, spank me or tie me up or something like that?”  I tried to make it sound amused and playful, but I think it came off as a little accusatory. 

“Maybe, eventually, yes.  And other things.  I like boys.  Age doesn't matter to me as long as they're adults.  I've been with guys my age, and guys yours, and in between and all that,” Marra explained.  “I like the dominance part of that.  Making someone do things for me they wouldn't for anyone else.  Embarrassing things, loving things. I like the little squeals of a boy as I spank him.  I like the little moans they make when I paw them off, and stop before they... sorry.  I just... wanted to explain.  Sure I would have liked that from you, and the way you were reacting, I mean... I thought you were... being a subby little thing.”

I couldn't help but visualize some of the things she said, and was surprised when I felt my cock stirring in my pants. It was again my turn to squirm uncomfortably, and when I spoke again, my voice quavered nervously.  “G-go on, Marra.  Tell me more, okay?  I just want to... well, I mean, just tell me. What about it do you like?  M-maybe I just want to understand.”

Marra looked up at me, chewing her lip, then looked away, “You seemed so perfect. You were chivalrous, respectful, and you didn't even back down when I... started feeding you. Anyway, I mean... Having a handsome boy at my feet, adoring, obedient, trained... holding him down while I punish him.  Having someone trust me that much, that implicitly, it's always been one of the most erotic things in the world to me.  I like telling someone to do things, and having them done, not out of any obligation, but because they adore me... I like pets, and I like slaves. Probably think that's a little fucked up, right Rax? Lot of normal people do.”

There was silence between us for a good five minutes as I digested Marra's words.  I swallowed nervously, then said the words that would forever seal my direction in life, though I didn't know it at the time.  “No. No I don't.  I... never thought about it.  I knew what it was, but... maybe you've got me curious enough to... try a little.”  Marra's gaze instantly focused on me, at once both hopeful and disbelieving.  “I know that I'm... a little... umm... pokey right now.  So, if I let you, w-what would you do about it? S-show me. I mean t-tell me.”

That gaze softened slowly, and slowly transitioned from cautiously hopeful to an oddly hungry, commanding gaze.  She straddled the bench of the picnic table, facing toward the forest and away from the rest of the picnic area.  The way she was sitting, her little cocktail dress was hiked up enough that I could see black lace panties covering a white-furred mound.  I think I stared a little too long, because she snapped her fingers an d pointed in front of her, “Sit in front of me, facing away. Watch the path. Tell me if you see someone coming, Rax.”

There was no denying that demand.  It was reasonable, and I had first asked her to show me what she'd do, even if it had been an accident.  I could still say no, but at that point, I no longer wanted to.  When I straddled the bench in front of me, one of her arms wrapped around me under my right arm and pulled me close. The other stroked at the tent in my pants, making me whimper.

“Are you comfortable, Rax?  You sure you want me to?”  Marra asked quietly, her smooth, soft voice whispering in my ear.  From my vantage point, I could see the path clearly, and would be able to see anyone coming in more than enough time, since the picnic table would keep anyone else coming down the path from seeing... whatever she was going to do.

Marra kissed at my neck, “I'm going to paw you off, Rax.  Right here, right now.  I'll stop if you want me to, at any time. Just know that I'm going to be very happy if you let me do this to my satisfaction.  You're going to tell me when you're about to come. If you don't, I'll be very unhappy.”

I must have squeaked out some sort of assent, because a few moments later, Marra had unzipped my jeans and pulled down my boxers, freeing my sack and swollen sheath from their confines.  “Oh my,” She almost purred, “That's quite impressive.  Big boy.”

Her paw coaxed a full three inches from my sheath, and then began to stroke over the smooth, pink, slightly slick length.  I let out a low moan, which must have been louder than Marra thought appropriate, because she pinched the tip of my cock lightly. “Keep your voice down.  Bite your knuckle if you have to.  Don't want to draw attention, do you?”

I shook my head vehemently, and she resumed her stroking.  I'd had someone paw me off before, sure, but she'd been my age, and she'd not been that good.  With Marra, I didn't doubt there was a wealth of experience behind that touch, because within only a minute or two, seven inches of canid shaft had slipped free of its' sheath, my knot straining at that lip of flesh. “Oh god, Marra, that feels good...” I whispered. 

I don't doubt that if I hadn't been terrified of very literally being caught with my pants down, I would have lost control in minutes. But with my focus being split between the magnificently skilled strokes of Marra's soft pawpads on my flesh, and constantly scanning the path in front of me for anyone out for a late-evening stroll, I was holding off quite well.  My heart was beating rapidly, and my tongue lolled out of my mouth as I panted in desperate need.

“Good boy,” Marra murmured, “That's right.  See how you like this, Rax.”  Her free hand unbuttoned my shirt and slipped within.  A few seconds later, she was rolling my left nipple between forefinger and thumb, and pinching gently, enough to make it sting a little, but not enough to distract me from the pleasure... and maybe just enough to enhance it.  “Let yourself go, boy.  Trust me now. Just fall into it, I'll watch the path.  I'm watching the path.  Close your eyes and let yourself go.  But keep quiet, or I'll stop.”

“Yes Marra,” I breathed, my hips beginning to rock against her stroking paw.  Normally, if I was doing it myself, I would have pulled the lip of my sheath over my knot, but even in the haze of ecstasy, I understood that if she did, my cock wouldn't be able to retreat back into my sheath for a good ten minutes after.  Marra began to half-kiss, half-nip at my neck.

I closed my eyes and lifted my paw to my mouth, moaning against it so that I wouldn't be too loud.  My hips began to buck a little, and it was only through sheer force of will that I managed to pant out, “I... I'm gonna... Marra, I'm going to...”  Almost immediately, Marra stopped her stroking, though she continued to kiss and nip, and twist my nipple.

She held me there, her pawpads still against my flesh, feeling me squirm against her, for what seemed like an eternity. “Do you want to come, Rax?” she asked huskily, then nipped at my neck again.  She let go of my cock entirely, cupping my sack and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Uh-huh,” was all I could manage to gasp out, my eyes still closed.  I let out a tiny little squeal when the twist at my nipple went from a little twinge of discomfort to a sharp pain.  At the same time, she squeezed my sack a little more firmly.  “Nhuh!  Wh-why did you...”

Marra's voice was terse, once again more commanding and direct, “The proper answer is 'yes miss Marra, please make me come'.  Now...” She squeezed my sack again, and then stopped pinching at my nipple.  “Do you want to come, Rax?”

I couldn’t speak for a few moments.  She was telling me to beg!  Of course, I had no choice... it was that or end up blue-balled.  I didn't doubt for a minute she'd stop right there if I didn't. “Yes miss Marra, please make me come,” I panted out, ears pinned back submissively.

My reward was the return of those immensely skilled pawpads stroking up and down my flesh again.  She released my nipple and gripped my knot through my sheath.  “Good boy.  If you had asked me properly at first, I would say yes without question, Rax.  But now you have to do something for me. If you want to come, you have to let me feed it to you.  Otherwise, tell me to stop right now.”

I couldn't help the groan that came from deep within me.  Her words touched something deep inside me, something I had never felt satisfied.  They, as much as her pawing, brought me over the point of no return.  Her paw let go of my knot and I felt my cock pulled downward a little.  I almost yelled into my fist as I hit my peak, and my hips began to buck anew as my cock began to spurt streamers of my seed into her waiting paw.

It was over before I knew it, and I laid back against Marra, panting, spent.  A strong scent of musk reached my nostrils and I opened my eyes to see her cupped paw in front of my muzzle.  “Lick it all off right now, Rax.”  She tilted her paw towards my lips, and began to obediently lick every drop of my own semen from her palm and fingers.  I even sucked on each digit individually, lapping up every last bit of the musky fluid.

“Good boy... very good boy.  Do you want to do more?  Do you want to see me again?”  She asked, holding me close as she pulled my boxers up over my cock and began to do up my pants again.  “I think I know the answer, but I want to hear it from your lips.”

When I could finally respond, I said only three words.  Really the only words I could say at that point.  “Yes, miss Marra.”
Marra's own response was just as simple as she spoke the words that would forever after make me feel a thrill of pride and adoration for her.

“Good boy.”