Achaius’ Package Service :
Finders Keepers
Written by Sharako
Featuring
Artie, an arctic fox
Achaius, a dracopard
Rufus, a bobcat
Artie and Achaius belong to their prospective owners
Rufus belongs to Sharako
All rights reserved, with no unauthorized publishing of this story.
Story ©️ Sharako
The timer of the industrial metal dryer buzzed, signaling that the drying cycle was done. The loud screech reached Artie’s ears, dragging his attention away from the recap of an adult stream he had been secretly watching in the corner. The loose workout shorts barely hid the tension that had started to become pent up in his loins. It was only a few steps from the chair Artie was sitting in, that he noticed the obvious tent he was pitching. The exposed human glans created a nice outline in the fabric. Normally Artie had his signature blue jeans on, but he had run out of clean pants and this was all he had in his wardrobe.
A blush came over Artie’s white vulpine cheeks from the embarrassment of the tent from his erect humanoid penis causing his hand to come down and grab his crotch, moving his penis to the side and back into the sheath a bit. Artie had gotten used to the tight blue jeans keeping his erections in check, but the loose gym shorts gave zero support. Artie's fluffy fox tail curled around his waist as he took several large strides to arrive at the dryer as fast as his footpaws could go. Artie stuck his phone into his pocket, freeing both of his hands. He pulled the metal door open, allowing the heat from the dryer to escape into the cooler air of the laundromat. A sigh of relief came from Artie’s muzzle as the metal door hid his floppy cock. The embarrassment and movement had allowed the circumcised fox rod to soften and slowly start to retract into its protective sheath. The floppy loose foxy fluffs hanging low in their sack, flopped against his leg as he shuffled to reach into the hot barrel of the dryer, grabbing one of his pants.
The gravity and lack of support pulled on the heavy and needy bits, yearning to pull them down to the floor. Artie gave a quick look around, seeing all was clear, he pulled his shorts down quickly stepping out of them, kicked them to the side and slipped on the soft denim jeans. The heat radiated into his legs and waist in a pleasurable warm embrace. The hot metal buttons cooled quickly as he buttoned up the four buttons in the fly of the jeans. Having his snug jeans on made Artie feel a lot more comfortable. He leaned down and picked up the red athletic shorts not noticing the hefty movement in them as a soft plop of white fur flowed onto the floor and under the bottom edge of the wall of industrial driers. The weight of the smartphone obscured the fact that something had fallen out of the bottom of the empty shorts.
Artie removed the phone and put it into the pocket of his jeans. Having emptied the shorts he folded them and set them to the side in the drier. The warmth was nice against his exposed body, causing his fur to poof up with little goosebumps. Artie wasted no time folding the rest of the pants. The yearning pent up feeling in his loins needed a release, and urged him to pick up the pace, and head to a more private place to release the liquid tension that had been building inside of his internal pleasure spot.
Artie picked up the pile of pants and took them over to his side bag, and stuffed them into it. Without missing a beat Artie slung the bag over his shoulders and walked towards the exit of the laundromat passing a tall dracopard on his way out. The two locked eyes for only a moment, but it was enough to cause an embarrassed blush to bring color to Artie’s white furred cheeks. He had recognized the dracopard from the stream he had just been watching. The realization only made Artie’s hormones rush again, causing blood to flow to his loins, fueling his urge for release. The urgency encouraged him to pick up the pace, unsure of how long he would make it before the urge to release his foxy cream overwhelmed his sense of modesty to not do such things in public.
Once Artie was several feet away, he muttered to himself, “Oh my God that was him. That was the guy from that porn account I was watching. It was so hot.” The cool ‘Welcome Drizzle’ of late summer Rain City was known for, started to fall, as he walked the two blocks to the new light rail station. Artie pressed his phone against the digital ticket box, and with a pleasant ping, paid his fare for the train. As he moved towards the platform to wait for the train to arrive, he couldn’t help but look at his phone to see if this Dracopard had more content on his YiffyYou channel.
The empty platform was just what Artie needed to have a little privacy in the publicly liminal space. He lifted his tail and pressed his butt against a metal panel meant for animals to lean on while waiting for the light rail. A loud voice came over the loudspeaker “ Northbound Train Arriving In Ten Minutes." announced the boyish sounding voice, but Artie was already in his deep dive into the YiffyYou sight.
Achaius, a bipedal dracopard, was an enthusiast of naturism, taking every opportunity he could to enjoy the freedom it gave him from the constraining feel of clothing. What he loved most about it was how easy it made being modular. Grey spotted fur covered his entire body. The fluffy undercoat has shed from the summer heat, leaving the longer guard hair, giving him a scraggly look. Green scales covered the top of his muzzle and tail. Similar colored horns protruded from the top of his head, pointing to the sky like metal nails protruding from a wooden board.
Achaius flopped the large duffle bag onto the top of one of the washers. “If only these guys knew how I was cleaning their bits. Laundry day is a very dangerous day. No telling how many body parts one might lose in the process.” he said to himself.
Moving to the next washer over, Achaius opened the metal lid, creating a creaking sound from the metal hinge. Achaius was so used to his weekly laundromat run, that the entire process was second nature to him. He unzipped the large duffel bag and dumped the disembodied male packages into the washer drum. The soft plop of fuzzy sacks and sheaths dampened the slapping sounds of the skin of the bits that were unlucky enough to have a protective sheath from hitting the metal drum.
He set the empty bag on the washer next to the one he had just filled. “Oh, Can’t forget this one.” Said Achaius, almost forgetting that his own bits needed washing. His hand reached down creating an okay symbol with his fingers. His thumb and pointer finger cupped around the base of his bits, allowing the rest of his fingers to grasp the large heft of his male anatomy tightly. A soft moan came from Achaius’ muzzle as he started to pull at his attached bits. “Uh… It always feels soo good.” he grunted to himself as the tip of his red canine glans slipped from the tip of his sheath. The skin connecting his bits to his groin started to stretch tightly. “Almost there…” he moaned as a soft plop sound came from Achaius’ crotch. The releasing tension let Achaius’ hand fly forward a little bit with his disembodied bits[a]. He lifted them up and casually tossed them into the top of the washing machine.
Achaius pulled the top of the metal machine down, with a light thunk closing it. He looked over the dials at the top of the machine. Several detergent buttons had been put onto the machine, lapine lavender, Pacific marten pines and tropical pineapple passion. Next to the buttons was a cold, cool, warm and hot. At the end of the row of buttons was a knob with a pointer dial on it, with several settings. Achaius pressed the tropical pineapple passion detergent, the warm setting and twisted the dial to the Gentle cycle. With a pull on the knob, the machine clicked on, allowing warm water and detergent to pour into the large tub filled with male anatomy.
The warm feel of water flowing over Achaius’s bits caused shivers up his spine. He loved laundry day, as the warm sensual cleansing of his bits being swished around in a warm washing machine with the bits of other males. Nothing was quite like it. Achaius turned his back to the washing machine, and jumped up, allowing his butt and tail to flow over the top of the metal machine as a nice seat. He spread his legs allowing anyone looking at him to see the fluff gender status he was currently sporting.
The vibrations of the swishing water inside the machine flowed back and forth washing the grime and dirt off of the bits. Achaius relaxed and leaned back onto his arms, enjoying the sensation. He opened his eyes, looking at the dryers on the other side of the room. The bland pail yellow of the old machines covered the wall. At the bottom of his vision was a bright pink circle stood out begging him to look at it. Achaius casually turned his glance down to the pink object catching his attention. The shape became more apparent as he focused on it. A smile came over his face as he got down off of the washing machine and walked over to the curiosity. “Well hello there little guy. What are you doing on the floor all alone?” Achaius said as he leaned down to pick up the white vulpine bits. The loose sack flopped a bit allowing the balls to flow around in the sack. The retracted sheath sported a tight circumcised homosapian style phallus. The pink acorn shaped glans had flared to its full erect state. Pre had started to leak from the tip from the arousal. “I wonder what your owner is doing” inquired Achaius as he inspected the decently sized vulpine toddhood. He looked around the room not seeing any foxes around, a fun idea came to him.
Achaius took the excited member and pressed the base to his groin, allowing the skin to rub against each other. The soft arctic fox fur bristled against the grey fur of Achaius’s crotch fur. The movement back and forth let the skin merge, becoming connected to Achaius’s body. His hands gently moved to the tight erect shaft and started to stroke it as if it were his own. His hands, while used to his own canine member, had gotten used to a vast array of male anatomy. This one, had the skin tight feel of a circumcised cock, but the moistness of a sheathed penis. The anonymity of the owner and the fact it was so excited before attaching, got Achaius’ own groin going, the movement of the water over his own red rocket, helped him get into the mood that he was pleasuring his own manhood.
The clicking of the metal wheels of the light rail slowly got louder as the train car pulled into the station. Artie looked up to see the train right as his phone loaded Achaius' YiffyYou profile. “Now Arriving, Northbound Train to Ravenna University.” announced the voice on the overhead. Artie scurried onto the mostly empty train and took a seat in the middle. Just as his butt hit the hard plastic chair the intense pleasure of his glans being stimulated hit his brain.
“Uhhhh!” moaned Artie before he caught himself and covered his muzzle, trying to control himself but a deep crimson embarrassment flushed all over his face, signaling it to everyone looking at him. A light dusty red colored spotted bobcat, wearing a queer pink tank top and pale sky blue shorts sitting across the way looked right at him, with an awkward curiosity. “You okay dude?” inquired the bobcat, who had a slightly larger stature than Artie, which was typical for the two species.
“Y… Yeah” squeaked Artie in a high pitched awkward voice, tucking his tail as he felt another stroke to his manhood. The sensual stroke seemed to know every pleasure spot of his circumcised manhood. His jeans hadn't created this peculiar feeling before, but there was always a first time for everything he thought to himself.
Several other animals had started to look at Artie's direction, causing even more embarrassment. He moved his small bag over his crotch to hide any possible erection. “You sure?” pressed the bobcat, his own kitty curiosity wondering what kind of kinky things the arctic fox was not so stealthily hiding under the blue denim jeans.
“Now Arriving, Broadway Thoroughfare.” Chimed the voice on the intercom. “Yes… Th… This is my stop.” stammered Artie as he quickly got up and exited the train. The quick movement jostled Artie's phone onto the seat, catching the bobcat's eye. His quick feline reflexes allowed him to get up, grab the phone and slipped out the sliding automatic door, just as they closed passed the tip of his bobbed tail, missing it by only an inch.
In Artie's haste, he hadn't noticed he had lost his phone, or that the strange feline from the train had stepped out after him. He walked towards the escalators that took him up to the street level. The open atrium of the street level terminal opened up at the corner of Broadway and Olive. It was only a few strides to the crosswalk. Just as Artie got to the corner, the crosswalk light changed to walk, and he proceeded to power walk the few blocks to the oldest gay bar in Rain City, SeeSee's.
Artie's fast paced power walk did nothing to hide the pleasure he was feeling in his loins. It had eased up slightly, but it was still enough to cause his body to react to the intrusive stimulation. The squirming movement wasn't lost on his feline pursuer, Rufus. He watched as Artie ducked into the gay bar.
The inside of the bar wasn't as large as some of the other bars, but it had a good amount of space with a dance floor and some tall tables to set drinks on to the right and a seating area to the left. In front of him was the bar counter with barstools along it. Large flat screen TVs lined the walls, scrolling homoerotic screensavers. The images didn't help Artie's need stirring deep in his loins, they only stirred the flames even more.
To the left of the bar counter was an opening that led to a hallway. A restroom sign stuck out of the entry way with an arrow pointing down the hallway. Just as Artie turned to head to the bathroom to check himself in private, a sharp thumpping pain from his balls overwhelmed him, causing him to stammer and lean onto the edge of one of the tables. His side bag slipped off of his shoulder and onto the bench style seating.
Rufus stealthily entered the bar and started taking in the sights, quickly noticing Artie slumped on the table. There was no escape for the smaller male vulpine as Rufus walked over casually behind Artie, and grabbed him with both arms wrapped around his torso. Rufus' large feline hands started to grope the soft white vulpine chest, making sure to not allow the smaller male get away. “I know what has you all riled up little foxy fluff.” whispered Rufus quietly into Artie's ears, causing him to blush a deep red.
Artie lowered his ears as he felt the heat from the strong bobcat pressed against him, letting the intrusive hands hold onto his waist. The closeness allowed Rufus to grind his large bulge under the eager tail. Artie hadn’t said anything to consent but his body language said everything, letting Rufus’ hands explore his body. The sudden movement of Rufus’ hand away from Artie’s body was a little shocking, but it allowed Artie to respond, “I don’t know what you mean?” as the discomfort of the dominant male predator violating his space and sexualizing his body overwhelmed Artie’s senses.
Without a word Rufus pulled out Artie’s phone and laid it on the table. The YiffyYou website was still pulled up on the screen. The landscape view had been turned on, allowing the new streaming video to take up most of the screen. “This has been a fun pair of bits. I can’t believe someone left this lying around here at the Laundromat.” said Achaius as he stroked the exposed pink humanoid shaft. He lowered his hand down to the sheath and started to swirl his fingers around in it. “I can feel how pent up he is just by the throbbing of his rock hard cock.”
“That’s your manhood right there isn’t it.” taunted Rufus as his free paw plunged deep into the front of Artie’s jeans, exploring the free space where his manhood would have been. Artie’s face was shocked and enthralled. The hand that was shoved down his pants only increased his pleasure. “Y… Yeah… How. Did…” Artie stammered as he realized that they must have come off while he had changed his pants.
“You seem to be enjoying this. I know I am. Null guys are so hot. I’ve never been with one before.” Rufus said sexily to Artie as he continued to hold him tight. “You should stream it on the TV so everyone can see your bits being used bro. It’s Hella Hot.” encouraged Rufus as his hand that had been rubbing the soft vulpine abdomen to bring up the Stream to Device function. “Your call dude.”
Artie hesitated as he melted into the sensual embrace of the large feline behind him. His tail instinctively moved to the side allowing the large feline bulge more room under it. Artie saw several comments in the video start to pop up
“I had to pay for him to use my bits like that.”
“Dude is so fucking lucky.”
“Cut Cocks In Sheaths are HELLA Hot!”
“Everyone does seem to really like it.” hesitated Artie. “You’re the star dude. Show off some.” encouraged Rufus as he unbuttoned the fly of his own pants letting his 7” rock hard feline dick covered in plump potent barbs, free from its tight fabric home. The leaking tip pressed against the tail hole of the blue jeans. Artie looked at the Stream to Device button and clicked it just as Rufus unbuttoned the strap holding Artie’s pants over his large vulpine tail. As Artie repositioned, his pants lowered just enough for the eager manhood to find itself pressed against Artie’s back door. “Knock Knock” was all Rufus said. He knew the little fox wanted to be filled. All he had to do was press back onto the pre soaked strawberry.
“I think I’ve teased this guy enough, whoever he is. He does have such a delicious circumcised manhood, but I got a deep itch that only this can scratch. Let’s see how long he lasts.” said Achaius excitedly, trying to keep the attention of his viewers. He moved the disembodied bits to the top of the washing machine, making it look like a dildo sitting up ready to be sat on. “Ahh Perfect!” exclaimed Achaius as he readied himself to sit on the needy mysterious manhood he had found in the laundromat.
The vibe of the bar had suddenly changed as the TV’s had changed to the live stream of Achaius using the mysterious bits he had found on the floor of the laundromat. The erotic stream captivated the patrons and bartender alike. “I don’t know Who put this on but Damn! That’s Hot. I didn’t know someone’s bits could come off like that. Whoever that guy is, must be feeling really good with how that Pro is taking care of his manhood.” Said the squirrel bartender behind the bar.
The words had only managed to make Artie even more enthralled in his pleasurable humiliation of being used as a sex toy. He pressed back onto his backdoor lover, allowing him into his secret spot, inch by inch hiding the pleasurable pineapple inside of him. Artie held back a moan as Rufus hilted inside the backdoor ofArtie’s foxhole. Rufus’ groin pressed firmly against the plump vulpine rump, creating a seamless space between them, so no one had to know the fact that Artie had taken the sizable seven inches of feline phallus.
Artie’s eyes were glued to his cock and snowballs wedged under the dracopard’s descending moon. The tight warmth of the tailhole started to press on his flared acorn shaped glans absorbing it into the darkness inside of Achaius. “Ohh Yeah, Just the right size to slip in.” moaned Achaius as he started to work the mystery manhood inside of him and directed it right at his prostate. Artie wasn’t a stranger to the sensation of filling a tight tailhole, but the way Achaius moved was like nothing he had ever felt. It was clear that he was getting pleasured by a professional.
The pressure inside of Artie's loins had been building for several hours, and the rhythmic thrusting of Rufus’ puffed up strawberry scraped at the internal pleasure spot inside, creating a vibration inside, urging the fox quickly towards his orgasm. The double teaming of a tight ass on his cock and a tight cock in his own ass overwhelmed Artie’s senses, “I’m… gonn…” was all he could say as Rufus felt his own fast feline orgasm approaching. “Fill his ass for me so I can watch it on the big screen.” encouraged Rufus, watching the dracopard ride Artie’s yiff stick like there was no tomorrow.
Lustful feline instinct overtook Rufus, hilting deep inside the smaller vulpine male, one hand holding Artie’s hips tight to his, the other holding around the snow white chest, with his muzzle grasping Artie’s soft nape. The strong pulse of potent feline seed shot out of his hilted cock, filling the foxhole with wave after wave of it. Just after the first pulse from the buried boner, Artie’s own manhood started gushing, giving the crowd watching his manhood a show as it spilled his snow white arctic spunk into Achaius’ rump. The torrent of spunk flowed like a tsunami, bursting from the hole it was being shot into. The thick cream quickly covered the entire top of the washing machine.
“Woooh… Looks … Like… We… Got… A… Gusher!” Achaius said as he rubbed his null spot. His own orgasm was washing over him, filling the full washing machine with his dragonic infused feline seed. He realized he would have to run them on another cycle, the thought was instantly replaced with, this was totally worth having to run them again seeing the money emoji pop up on his phone from the people tipping his YiffyYou account.
Artie took several gasps as he clenched, keeping the flood of bobcat batter inside of him. He let the orgasmic bliss flow over him, letting the feline hilt as long as he needed. “You should let him keep those. You’re so much hotter without them, and it looks like everyone in the chat thinks that as well, Just look at the poll. 95% in favor of him keeping them.” bragged Rufus as he pulsed his pelvic muscles causing the last hit of spunk to shoot out of his plump pineapple.
“It is kinda fun, and your hand feels nice covering my null zone.” Artie admitted with a blush forming over his face, enjoying the afterglow and unexpected feline filling. Rufus’ erection started to soften and retract into his inverted feline sheath. The tightness of the vulpine hole on it kept the spunk inside of Artie’s back door. Rufus relaxed and let his manhood return to the safe place inside of his pants. He gently pulled Artie’s pants up, buttoning the tail strap. Artie gave a soft murr as he was turned around for a passionate kiss from Rufus.
“Thanks for tuning into my impromptu stream at the local laundromat. Don’t forget to Like and Subscribe, and thanks to all of you who tipped. Make sure to watch tomorrow’s video to see your name in the credits as a thank you.” Achaius said as he climbed down off of the washer. Artie’s floppy cut cock had slumped over and was slowly retracting into its petite sheath on top of the washing machine. Achaius reached for his phone and clicked it off. He looked around and found an abandoned towel to start cleaning up his mess.
“Looks like I found a nice addition to my collection. I was going to try and return you to that arctic fox I passed on the way in, as I can definitely tell you belong to him, but you made me a LOT of money today, and I can’t pass on that.” Achaius said to himself as he dumped the cum rag and Artie's lost manhood into the washing machine and started the wash for a second time. Achaius’ phone beeped with fans leaving comments on his YiffyYou channel, causing him to look at it while he waited for the load to finish.
A post from an anonymous user showed up and simply said “ Thanks for the amazing orgasm. Keep the bits as a tip. - from The Foxy Fluff and Backdoor Lover.”",
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