6 comments/ 24142 views/ 17 favorites Becoming Warm: A Furry BDSM Story By: Aragon_Draco Part One: It Begins Michael: It was over. That much was clear. My tail hung listlessly, the moisture in the air clinging to the fur, dampening it thoroughly. The fur on the rest of my body was somewhat dryer, due to the fact that I wore a long coat over shirt, pants, and shoes, and had a hat firmly planted on my head. The rain fell rather softly, and the dreary evening left a grey pall over the entire town. I walked briskly down the sidewalk, the wind buffeting me from the side, and blowing the rain into frenzied sheets at my face. Even the feral dogs that roamed the streets were compelled to seek shelter at this time. The temperature dropped quickly as the sun continued its incessant journey westward, and downward. As I walked, rain turned to sleet, then snow. I had yet to reach my destination, but still I walked, unheeding of the inclement conditions. Yes, it was over. My love life had simply ended with the note left by my boyfriend, a fennec named Cory. Cory had written that he was no longer attracted to me. He'd found a muscled-up horse that could please him and make him happy. "It's not that I hate you, Mike," the letter read."It's that he loves me more." I was deeply disturbed and depressed. I knew it was not my size that was the issue. After all, I have dragon-blood. I am a hybrid of Leopard and Forest Dragon. I'm not exactly small down there. So, size and ability was not the answer. I believed I knew why. I own nothing. I rent my apartment. I use public transportation. I work as a porter at an apartment complex across the street, making just enough to stay afloat. I have chronic clinical depression. Cory couldn't stand not having money. And, frankly, I could not blame him. So, as much as I hated it, moving on was precisely what I intended to do. Which was why I was trudging down the sidewalk in the snow to meet with my best friend from childhood, a fox named Blaine Eric Timmons. I had always had a soft spot in my heart for the lively, athletic fox with a swimmer's build. Blaine stood just 165 centimeters tall, the tops of his ears just able to brush my chin. He was one of those who had such a vibrant attitude, it seemed to spread to all those around him. What was even more astounding to me, was this: Blaine possessed a very substantial IQ, and had graduated with a Law Degree from the university up-country. Yet, he refused to use the degree. Instead, he opened a corner coffee shop and deli. And business was booming. If I were honest with myself, I'd have admitted that I had always had a rather large crush on him, but never was able to tell him. Now, entering the shop, I waved at Blaine, and walked to the counter, where Blaine was overseeing two baristas and a cook. I ordered a spiced chai latte' and a turkey and swiss on rye panini. Upon receiving it, I seated myself in one of the numerous booths along the wall, affording me the ability to surreptitiously observe the object of my hitherto ignored affections. I quietly ate, and was fully concentrated upon my food and drink, when the quiet voice of my friend impinged upon my ear. "Mind if I join you, hun?" "Not in the least, Blaine. You are always welcome to sit with me," I said, a bit too honestly, and blushed as the words left my tongue. The fox smiled softly, and sat across the table from me, a tall mocha in one paw. He looked me in the eye, and his smile faded slightly."What's wrong, Mikey?" He was the only one that could get away with using that nickname. Not even Cory got that privilege. I looked up, somewhat startled that he could so easily detect my mood. Without a word, I dug into my pocket and withdrew the now-crumpled letter Cory had written, and passed it to him. As he read it, tears began to course down my snout and cheeks, and I was unable to stop them. Head down, I silently waited for him to speak. When he did, it was with a heady combination of passion and calm, that did nothing for my mood. "I... I am so sorry, Mikey. I had no idea..." "I found the letter this morning, laying on my work-desk." I buried my face in my paws and shook, crying. "I never could have guessed he'd do this." I then felt the warm arms and body of a fox wrapped around me in sympathy and concern. I leaned into the warmth, and simply stayed. I remembered all the things about Blaine I loved, his quirky smile, heady energy, active tail, and without realizing, said out loud, "I love you..." Blaine stiffened and said, "I... I dunno what to say, Mikey... I mean, what about your love for Cory?" It was then, I realized my mistake, and jumped up, embarrassed, and pulled my coat on, then ran for home, heedless of the weather. All the way home, I beat myself up for my slip, hating my emotions. I entered my small apartment, called my boss, asked for a vacation, got it, and promptly planted myself in my bed, fully intending not to wake up. ----- Blaine: There are few things I enjoy more than seeing people walk away happy, after a good coffee and a well made deli sandwich. As such, I love my job. But only one thing in this world has ever caused me pain. That moment came when Michael left the store after blurting out his admission of love. I, of course, blundered and stuttered my way out of telling him my own true feelings by asking him about his feelings for his ex. It was then he ran out, embarrassed, and practically disappeared. I sat like a stone for at least an hour, not seeing the workers cleaning up around me. When I finally woke from my stupor, I went upstairs to my apartment, and crumpled to the bed, crying. I fell asleep with my clothes on. Next morning, I showered, shaved, then went downstairs. The shop had been opened by my assistant manager, who, upon seeing me, immediately came to me and said in her quiet way, "Boss, let me run the place today. You have too much going on. And, by the way, you need to figure out why the boy ran last night." Her perception was stunning. This human woman was not short on wisdom. I sighed, and asked, "What do you know, Edie?" She smiled and said, "Enough to know you haven't been yourself since he started dating that fennec. I think, Blaine, you have loved him for a while, now, and did not know it." As usual, I was stunned by the perceptive nature of the human. "Edie, if I didn't like you so much, and didn't need you here, I'd think awfully hard about terminating you here and now." I said this, fully knowing I didn't mean a word of it, and showing it with a wide grin. "That said, Edie, I trust you as usual, to keep this shop. Goodnight, Edie." Edie smiled tenderly. "Take care and go get that Cat." I smiled and headed out the door, jumped into my car and headed toward Mikey's apartment. There was nothing more I wanted than to curl up in his arms and let all the world disappear into the abyss. Well, that and other things more interesting and titillating, to be sure. I became rather self-assured that what I had to do, I would do, and all others be damned. So, it was that with a resolute heart, I pulled into the parking lot of his workplace, a rather expensive looking apartment block that had a porter service. It was this porter service Mikey worked for. I parked in the Visitors Only Parking and walked to the reception desk. A tall female rabbit sat at the desk and smiled as I entered. "Can I help you, sir?" Her soft voice sounded somewhat hollow, in comparison with my Mikey's voice. Yes, I had become possessive of him. "I'm looking for Michael Drake, a porter for this complex." "Let me see if he is available." She pulled a hand-held two-way radio out of a drawer and keyed it. "Central to Mike Drake." A scratchy, but intensely familiar voice came from the speakers, "Drake here, Over." "Drake, please come to Central. A visitor for you, over." A pause, then, "Alright. On my way, central. Drake out." "Central out." She put the two-way radio back into the charger, and looked up at me. "Go ahead and have a seat, sir. He'll be right there." I thanked her then sat in a seat near the door. After about ten minutes, the door swung open letting in the most pleasant musk I have ever smelt. I knew without looking who it was. Mikey... I stood and faced him. "Mikey.." ----- Michael: I slept hard. Dreams came and went. I cannot say I ever really rested. The words of the real love of my life kept intruding and making sleep the most restless thing I could have done. However, sleep I did. And when the alarm jangled it's hideous noise in my ear, I dutifully rose and showered, shaved the scraggly fur from my snout, trimmed the whiskers, sneezing in response, as usual, and dressed for work. I walked across the road to my job, signed in, and began work. As a porter, I had cleaning duties and today was no different. I had been sent to clean out a recently emptied unit. I fully intended to pour myself into my work. I was well into the job, and had made significant progress, when the radio I carried on my hip crackled and called my name. Apparently a guest was asking for me. So, like the obedient drone, I locked the rooms, and headed for central. I opened the front door, and was immediately assaulted by a scent I never wanted to smell again. Blaine. And now he stood in front of me. Why must he torment me now? The thought was so cogent, I could not move because now, fear of confrontation filled my bones. His voice started, "Mikey..." The voice, as usual, went right to my soul, and I started to wilt. "Don't go... We need to talk..." I suddenly was angry. "Oh? Really? I simply told you what I felt about you and you had to go and make me a fool? Really? Is that what I get for fifteen years of friendship to you? Do I really rate that low on your affection meter?" My voice had now raised to a shout, and I was definitely spurting smoke from my nostrils. "You hurt me, -BLAINE-, and now you expect to talk? Try again, -BLAINE-!" With that, I turned and headed out the door. I called my supervisor, told him I was sick, and where the equipment was, and headed home. I locked myself into my apartment, and didn't leave. In fact, my boss was kind enough to give me several weeks off. He said, "You need time to heal. You lost your partner, and you have lost a friend. Anyone would hurt. Go heal. Your job will still be here. I promise." He'd always been honest with me, so I believed him. I shut myself into my flat, only leaving for supplies. When I needed to, I cleaned. When I didn't, I cleaned. After one week, the flat simply sparkled. Everything was in its place. Except for one thing. The flat was in good shape. I was not. When the flat was finished, I broke. I fell onto my bed and cried my heart out again. Long hours I spent on my face. I hurt, and I felt lost. ~=~=~=~ Part 2: Pursuit and Capture I had no idea how long I sat, alone, staring at the wall, not caring. I would sleep, eat a bite, stare at the wall, exercise for two hours, then stare at the wall. I was, despite my exercising, little more than a vegetable. Had I been honest with myself, I was killing myself. This continued, with my cell-phone receiving repeated texts and voice-mails from Blaine. Messages I automatically deleted. Finally one day, I looked at a text, and read what it said. --Mikey, I know you are pissed at me. And I know you're probably deleting my messages. But if by some chance you get this, please call me. I don't want to lose you as a friend. I am sorry I hurt you. This is the last time I will contact you, Mikey. Please call me.-- I nearly broke again, but this time from guilt. An hour I waited, then picked up the cell phone again, and flicked to his number. I paused a moment, then dialed his number. Almost immediately, I heard that voice I adored. Immediately, the floodgates blew open. I couldn't stop the tears. ----- Blaine: I hurt. That was all I could think of. I walked slowly out, and headed home, not sure of my next move. Once home, I began a soul-search. I began to seriously ask myself some questions. Did I love him? With all of my heart. Did I hurt him? Undoubtedly. Did I want him? More than anything. I could not live without him in my life, and as it stood now, I had lost him. I decided to work to get into his strong arms. I needed him, and nothing I could do would take that feeling away. I was certain that something had to give. So, I called his phone, and texted him often, endeavoring to contact him. Day after day I called. Edie, my shop's human manager, became worried for me, and told me I seemed to be unable to concentrate. Finally, one Thursday afternoon, I texted him, for the last time. --Mikey, I know you are pissed at me. And I know you're probably deleting my messages. But if by some chance you get this, please call me. I don't want to lose you as a friend. I am sorry I hurt you. This is the last time I will contact you, Mikey. Please call me.-- I waited for an hour, one that seemed to go on for seven. Finally, my phone rang, and Mikey's name and face appeared on my screen. I immediately answered. "Hello?" The sound on the other end ripped my heart apart. If a cat can be said to howl, Mikey did. And it was the most painful, agony-ridden sound a cat could produce. Without any further pause, I said firmly, "Mikey, I am coming over. If the door is locked, it's getting broke. If you want me as bad as you sound, unlock the door. Love you. Bye." With that, I sailed out the door, my heart in my throat, and my feet beating a tattoo across the pavement of the parking lot. I jumped into my car, and, as fast as the law would allow, I hasted toward the apartment complex. I was heartened by the fact that the apartment door was unlocked. I slipped in, and noticed that it was, pristinely clean, evidence of Mikey's obsessive cleaning. But the cleanliness hid the fact that there was a man in pain. At least it hid it, until I reached the bedroom, where a rather terrifying sight lay before me. There, laying angled on a rumpled bed, lay the man I knew I loved. He still held the phone in his paw, albeit lightly, and he was as limp as a wet dishrag. I knelt on the bed beside him, and whispered in his ear, "Mikey, I'm here." I rubbed his back for a long time, then from the depths of the duvet, I heard a hoarse voice emanate, "Why, Blaine? Why did you say it?" The question had to come up at some point. "Because I was scared. The idea of you loving me, while still loving the fennec was an idea I could not process." "Didn't you realize I loved you FIRST?" The voice raised in intense frustration. "I should have, Mikey. And for that, I am sorry." His head lifted, and red-rimmed eyes stared back at me. "Don't lie. Do you love me?" Quietly, but with every ounce of feeling I could muster, I replied, "Yes, Michael, more than you will ever know. I was envious of that fennec, because I was sure he stole you. And yet, I could not bring myself to tell you. Now, when it feels I might lose you forever, I am forced to tell everything that I feel. Mikey, I do love you, and I can only hope I haven't lost my chance with you." Michael rose to a sitting position, and whispered, "Say it again." ----- Michael: He said it again and again. And with each repeat, his voice played havoc on the walls on my heart, like so many wrecking balls against an old brick edifice, eventually crumbling what was left. Then he said something that changed my life, "I love you, Mikey, and, if you let me, I'll prove it. Forever." With that, he kissed me, at first carefully and tenderly, then gradually more and more intensely. I'd been aroused from the point he started repeating his declaration of love. Now, with the kiss, I was harder than I'd ever been, even when I'd pleasured myself. Then, while he kissed me, he pushed me back to lie upon the bed, and he proceeded to slowly disrobe both of us, first me, then him. He then lay on top of me, and proceeded to trail kisses, licks and nibbles across every available inch of fur-covered skin, sending frissons of sensation in every direction, destroying my will. Try as I might, it was impossible for me to think of anything except for the word "Fuck", and the name, "Blaine." I was gone. Then it happened. He took my hard member into his maw, and began to slowly lave it with tongue and throat. Great gouts of breath escaped my maw, as his talented tongue wound a hot, moist path the length of my member. But he did not intend, apparently, for that to be where I came. ----- Blaine: He tasted, as I'd often imagined, both sweet and savory, and I was instantly addicted. His precum had the consistency of light cream, with a slight citrus twist to it. I was harder than I thought was possible. I had seen many a porn video on sucking a man off, and had read many a sex-ed book and article, and was using every single technique, although only for the first time in my life. The more I did it, the more I wanted to do it, and the more it began to feel like my "place", so to speak, to please my man. His long shaft was now well lubed by precum and saliva, and I thought there was not a better time than now to end my virginity with the only person that would ever penetrate me. So, I climbed up, trailing kisses as I did so, and placed myself straddling his hips. I leaned down, and thoroughly kissed him again, then lifted up, and proceeded to slowly lower myself onto his hard tool, using the saliva and precum as lubricant. His ample cockhead pressed against my tailhole lips, and seemed to be missing it for a moment. Then, without warning, the head went in with an almost audible pop, and a gasping moan from both of us. I did not stop lowering myself, and promptly sheathed his entire member with my hot anus. The feeling of being penetrated by the one you love is, to me, an indescribable sensation. My tail was moving of its own accord, as canids do, and that movement created another sensation, a vibration of sorts that sent me into another state of mind. I was now addicted to my man's member, and that was all that I could think of. He now "owned" me, and I knew it. I was his, and nothing could change this. Without being bidden, and without a single intention of my own, out of my mouth came, "Oh... F-fuck... me... M-Master!" ----- Michael: The second Blaine said the word "master", I lost control, and wrapped my arms around him, flipped over, and began to piston deeply into my darling's tailhole. Growls, hisses, and feline yodelings were, seemingly, the only language I could speak, and for the first time, this felt right. Blaine's tailhole kept getting progressively tighter, and that fact was not lost on my pistoning phallus. I was now feral, and instinct saw an unclaimed fur, one that was being mated. Instinct drove me to bite him, and bite him I did, directly on the left shoulder, over the heart. I bit hard enough for blood to flow, and the taste of his blood galvanized me. With a loud growl, I now could not control the movements of my hips, and thrust wildly, the breaths and moans and cries of my mate providing a heady soundtrack to our mating. Great gouts of sweat poured from both of us, as we moved together, sealing our love-bond. I pulled together a little bit of mental ability, enough to growl one word, "Mine!" I was claiming him as mine, and there was nothing that could change this. Blaine gasped, and moaned out, "Yours, Master, forever." With those words, I exploded. ----- Blaine: I knew, when I said it, that it was true. This great hybrid was my Love-Master, and I had bound myself to him. This knowledge sent me over the edge, and I came hard. Huge ropes of semen covered my chest and face, and still, I came. The orgasm seemed to be centered in my mind, not my body, for after a moment, I stopped ejaculating. I shook, howled, and lost all control. I blacked out completely, the pleasure overwhelming me. Becoming Warm: A Furry BDSM Story Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Trouble Michael: Life had indeed turned around rather spectacularly. I went from losing a partner, to losing, then gaining back a friend, who became a partner. I was quite happy. But life has a way of making you question your sanity, and sometimes even your love. Such is the case with the story I am about to tell you now. Work was about what I'd come to expect. A day of dealing with idiotic members of the public, and desiring to come home to the arms of my dear partner, Blaine. We'd developed a bit of a kinky relationship, and we considered each other to be the most important people in each of our lives. He was the one who introduced the D/S element into our relationship, and it proved to be the element in our lives that, if it can be believed, made life so much easier, even if this element was only used for occasional romps in our bed. I won't lead you astray, dear reader. We were nothing, if not very passionate, and often horny. Frankly, I have to say that I was addicted to him from the moment he first kissed me. Likely, that kiss will never leave my memory. The taste of him never leaves my mind. I knew that Blaine had a past acquaintance with whom he'd dated, but never done anything, as he'd told me. I was confident that my own past was behind me as well. Even those of his family that were still around had moved to another state. And perhaps, that's where the trouble started. I came home from work, and saw a letter on the table, in Blaine's hand, saying that my employer wouldn't allow him to talk to me, and that my cell phone was down, so he had to resort to a letter. I checked my phone, and indeed it was down, so I plugged it in, and checked the messages. There were four from him. All said the same thing: he had to leave, as his mother was dying, and he needed to be there. I was stunned. I called his phone, waited as it rang, and when he answered, his voice was, to say the least, rough. "Michael, she is dead, and I was too late." "I'm sorry, baby. Should I come?" I hoped, inwardly he would say yes. "No, babe. It'd not do. It's enough that I am gay. I'll be home soon. They're just cremating her." "Alright, dear. Get home soon. Love you." "I love you too." I knew it'd be a few days before he got home. Ceremony is still important to furs, even as removed from humanity as we appear to be. There would be a funeral. And when he would get home, I would be here for him. I went to my computer, and checked on my emails. Most were the usual spam, and therefore unwanted. One, however grabbed my attention. It was from my pathetic ex. It was a video of sex acts between Blaine and an unknown female human, and on the very couch that sat in our front room. I was livid, and I was more angry than I'd ever been before. I knew that body, that beautiful male fur belonged to my partner. Seeing that, I left the apartment, and stormed downstairs to talk to Edie, the shop manager. "Edie, has Blaine ever brought anyone at all up there when I've been gone?" Startled, she shook her head, "No. Not Blaine. I have never seen him do anything. Long as I've known him, you are the only person he's been with at all." Saying nothing, I showed her the videos on my laptop. The look on her face was strangely stunned and unbelieving at the same time. She looked up at me, and said quietly, "Something is wrong here, Mike. Blaine is not the kind of fur to sleep around on you, especially with a woman." I took a deep breath, and replied, "I don't know what to believe, now, Edie. I do hope you are right, but I can't help be worried." "And angry, I see." That was no small truth, to be sure. I went back up stairs and decided to do battle. I forwarded the videos to two people. I first sent them to a police officer friend of mine with a request to analyze them for anomalies, and to find out if they were authentic. Second, I forwarded them to Blaine himself, with a demand for explanation. Then, I went to bed, after turning off my phone. ~=~=~ Blaine: I never though that something like this would happen. When I saw who the original sender of the videos was, I had an absolute rage fit. It was Cory, the fennec that was Mike's ex. I showed it to my brother, the only real supporter I had, and he got about as angry as I did. "The most angering thing," he growled, "is that it's a trick of video editing!" His words came as a small surprise to me, but that surprise was tempered by the knowledge that my brother is a videography analyst by trade. He works at a film studio, editing digital video for film. "If that is true, Dave, how did Mikey get fooled by it?" "Because the video is made rather well." He growled. "I'm going with you. I'll fly back home, but you need support. I well know this video is fake, and intended to break you two up. That fucking fennec ex of his is getting too close for comfort, and I will defend my family." The night passed with me repeatedly trying to phone Mikey, but to no avail. I left repeated messages on his machine, and worried about him. I went back to my laptop and sent him this message: Mikey. This is all incredibly angering and suspicious. I beg you to remember who the original sender is. Also, think about this: When have I ever had the chance to fuck around on you? And why the hell would I want a woman, when you alone provide all I could ever need? This is a trick video, and I am certain it was not done for any good reasons. I sent it, hoping it cleared the air, but feeling sure it wouldn't. ~=~=~ Michael: The next day was a Saturday, and I was off. Thankfully, because situations were not conducive to being at work. I woke up to the sound of a pounding on the door. I pulled on a house coat and pants, and answered the door, a bit groggily. There, at the door, was a face I now hated. Cory. "What the hell do you want, fennec?" He laughed, and pushed in to the room. "I see you got my email, didn't you?" "Get out now, fennec." "I just want to say one thing, cat. You don't deserve him. If he is willing to sleep around with a female, you aren't capable of pleasing him at all. Bye!" He chirpily ended his spiel and sauntered out of the room, leaving me growling loudly. I went back to bed and cried my eyes out. I lost count of the hours that elapsed. I loved Blaine still. I could smell him on the sheets. I longed for his body, and his name was on my lips, as I cried myself to sleep yet again. ~=~=~ Blaine: By the time I got home, the shop and the apartment were full of a palpable tension, one that could practically be cut with a knife. Apparently, more than just Edie and Mikey knew what happened. When I walked into the shop, Edie was the first to greet me, and she leaned in and whispered, "I desperately hope you did not." Knowing what she meant, I looked her in the eyes and said, "No, Edie. You of all people should know this." She nodded, and said, "I believe you, Blaine. But, a warning, his ex is spreading the story and the video. It'll take a miracle to change Mike's mind." I knew she was right, and headed upstairs, feeling the eyes of every single person in that shop on me as I left. On the table was the Mikey's laptop, with the video queued up, and the words "Why? Am I not good enough?" typed in small font below. It was not posted on the net, but just in a file on the computer. I turned, and walked into the bedroom to see something I never wanted to see. Mike was packing. He saw me out of the corner of his eye. "Apparently, you want that...female more than me." "Have you even taken into account that it might be a hoax?" I asked very quietly. "Does it matter? You've been filmed having sex with someone other than me." He was certain. I had to try one more thing. "If you don't trust me, I know you trust my brother, Thomas." Blaine nodded softly. "Will you talk to him about the video, Mike?" He nodded. "He better hurry, because if he has anything to say, he needs to do it before I leave." I nodded, and whispered, "Please give both of us a chance." ~=~=~ Michael: The meeting with Thomas was interesting, to say the least. He was very soft spoken, but firm, and he showed me the proof he had of the video's fakery. Frankly, I became embarrassed. I pulled on a coat and headed out into the rainy night. I walked, how long, I did not know. I simply walked, thinking, beating myself up for jealousy. I was pissed, at myself, now, for being such a reactionary pain. I knew, now, that my mate was still my mate, and had not done anything. Instead, I'd not looked skeptically at the video, and realized the truth. I'd fucked up, royally. I had no idea if I could forgive myself. After a time, I headed across a road, toward a diner, to warm up and eat a bite. I was about half-way, when something big, and loud, hit me in the side, and I instantly saw black, then white, and knew nothing. ~=~=~ Blaine: I became very worried quite rapidly, but I knew he'd have to think, so I let him be. I roamed the apartment, but that became tedious quickly. I went downstairs, and began to clean vigorously. I was focused. Nothing in, or out, and Edie seemed to enforce this. I was several hours into my solo cleaning escapade when my cell phone burbled. I stopped cleaning, and pulled the phone out, and answered it. "Hello?" The voice on the other end was very businesslike, "Is this Blaine Eric Timmons?" "It is." "This is Sergeant Marcus Philbrook, Tailsleigh City Police. Do you know someone named Michael Drake?" My blood ran cold. "Yes, sir, I do." "Mr. Timmons, he has you listed as next of kin. Is this so?" "Yes. He is my husband." I said with constrained throat. "Then, I would suggest you get to Good Shepherd Memorial Hospital. He was in an accident, and is now in Intensive care, unconscious." I swallowed the hard knot in my throat, and said, "On my way, sir." I ran upstairs, and grabbed my coat, and brother, and told him the news. Instantly, he jumped up, and headed with me to the car, locking up on the way out. We headed out to the hospital as quickly as legally possible, and while moving, I called mom, Edie, and several others, and got many promises to be there as soon as possible. When we got to the Hospital, I saw that the ICU was full of police officers. The person who'd hit Mikey, apparently was being interviewed. I focused on my mate. The police and nurses allowed me to sit beside him, and view him. I refused to leave. ~=~=~ Thomas: When my little brother loves someone, he does it with everything in him. I talked to the doctors for him, wrangled family members, and, believe it or not, the press. Apparently, the fake video had made its fetid way to the press, and the focus had been placed on an upstanding member of the community, my little brother. I called Blaine's lawyer for him, and explained everything to him, being careful to do so in private. He came quickly, and did the press wrangling, wicking the press away to a safe place. I now focused on my brother, his mate, and our family. A doctor came out, and spoke to me. "You are the brother of the fox?" "Yessir." "Michael is incredibly lucky, but for some reason, he's in a coma. Scans show that he's not got a concussion. But, as usual, we do not know enough about the brain to make an intelligent guess about what caused it. He does have two broken ribs and a broken leg. He's lucky not to have any fractures. We will give him a room, and keep him under evaluation." I nodded. "And will my brother be allowed to stay with him?" The doctor nodded with a quiet smile, and said, "Yes, he will. If that was not allowed, I would not work here." He said this, indirectly informing me of his own feelings in the matter. I nodded, and thanked him, then moved to pass the information to my family, and to the lawyer. We discussed how to tell the press what to say. After the discussion was over, I traveled to the apartment to get clothes and books for Blaine. I also got his laptop. I wanted to show the proof to the lawyer, and see what could be done. Returning to the hospital, I saw that Mike now had a room, and I was allowed in, and gave Blaine his things. I saw that my brother was infinitely sad, and disturbed. He talked to his comatose mate, constantly, telling him of his love, care, and devotion. He sat there for hours on end. At times, we had to practically force him to shower in the adjoining restroom, because he would not leave. We brought him food and drink. He sang to his mate softly, and sometimes read to him. He called his name, and begged him to wake up. This continued for several days. After about three days, I was sitting, napping, across from my brother, who was still singing, his head laid on his mate's chest. I heard a sound that woke me so suddenly, I fell from my chair. I rose quickly, and saw that it had been my brother, screaming happily, "He's awake, Tommy!" and crying, his mate's hand softly stroking his cheek. I immediately ran for the doctor, and told him the news, which sent him and two nurses into a frenzy of activity. ~=~=~ Michael: Darkness was, frankly, a strange blend of comfort and fear for me. I was convinced I was dead. All was gone, as was my chance to show my mate my love, and to apologize to him for what I'd said. After some indeterminate time, I found myself in what appeared to be a field, standing near a being that seemed to radiate energy. The being, rather than speaking, seemed to transmit information directly into my mind. You've been treated badly, it's true. But, take it from those who know. He who truly hurt you will be recompensed. The hurt he has caused will return to him ten-fold. I had not been a strong believer in a higher power before that moment, but at that moment, I knew that there was a Great Spirit that was in control of aspects of my life. I also knew that I still was alive, but healing. The voice continued: You will return to your life. Your love and mate was not to blame, but the person that lied and hurt you is the sole perpetrator. I bless you with life. With those words, my world went black again, then I slowly came to, in great pain, and feeling rather like I'd been hit by a train. My eyes were still closed, but I was conscious of a soft voice singing nearby, and the weight of a head on my chest. I slowly opened my eyes to see my mate's face, eyes also closed, tear stained visage softly moving with his emotions. I lifted my hand and began to softly stroke my mate's cheek, and whispered, "Blaine..." His eyes flew open, and he screamed out, obviously happy, "He's awake, Tommy!" Up to that point, I'd not been aware of Tommy's presence in the room, but was happy to see him. Tommy ran out to get a doctor, quickly returning with a cadre of medical staff that seemed to swarm for a while, taking tests and examining me. Finally, after what seemed like hours of poking, prodding, and prying on me, one doctor raised his voice and sent everyone but Blaine and Tommy out of the room, and sat to talk with me. "You are a lucky young cat. You do not have concussion, nor do you have any brain damage. Your body's healing rather quickly, but you still seem to be in some pain." He leaned back in his chair, and continued. "You were hit by a car, and the impact threw you several yards." He took a breath. "About the only problems now, are two broken ribs, which are quickly repairing, far quicker than I've ever seen. At this rate, you'll be out of the hospital in just a couple of days." That news was good to me. Over the next couple of days, Blaine and I talked quietly about what had happened. During our talks, tears freely flowed, and we became closer, despite all that had happened. Apologies were exchanged, as were kisses and cuddles. It was with great joy that I was wheeled out of the hospital, and helped into Blaine's car. We went home, and I joyfully kissed him at the door to the coffee shop, in front of all the employees and customers, punctuated by hoots and applause in support of us. We answered customer inquiries, as well as employee questions, and then Edie herself. Edie was, perhaps, the most happy employee Blaine had. She'd been running the shop, and she was harried looking, dealing with all that comes with being the highest ranking member of the leadership of the shop. No doubt it was a deep relief to her to see Blaine. Entering our apartment, we were greeted by family members that were excited to see us. I became very cognizant of the fact that my family was incredibly supportive of the two of us. After a couple of hours, and Tommy's insistence, the apartment was cleared of all of the family. The silence was a relief equal to that of realizing our family's supportive stance. I turned to my mate, and knelt before him. "My dear, I do not have a ring, but what I do have is yours. I've given you my heart. I only ask one thing." I took a deep breath and barged ahead. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?" ~=~=~ Blaine: Once again, he took my breath away. I began to cry, and with everything in me, I whispered my answer, "Yes, my mate. With all of my heart." I took his paw in my own, and pulled him to a stand. I leaned in, and kissed my mate deeply. "Now, it's time to renew your claim on me, Michael." With that, he began to strip the clothes right off of me. I returned the favor, and began to become rather aroused. I could see I had a similar effect upon him, so I reached down, and began to stroke his increasingly turgid member, teasing it from its sheath. His grunts, purrs, and moans told me I was doing well. I knelt, and licked the member from base to tip with slow, languid strokes, repeating the action several times, before sucking the entire shaft into my warm maw, accompanied by his deep moans. I softly twirled my tongue around the head, and began to piston my head on his member languidly. After a few moments of this, he pulled me off of his member, and said, "Babe, I don't want to come in your mouth right now." I immediately lay back on the floor, and spread my legs. ~=~=~ Michael: Some sights are so beautiful, that the sight of them stops your mind from forming thoughts or speech. Looking back on that heady moment, I believe that is what happened to me in that moment. Blaine's beautiful body was more arousing to me than the most well-formed man could ever be to me. I looked down at him, took a deep breath, leaned down, picked him up, and carried him to the bedroom, laying him down in our bed. I then sank between his legs, and began to bathe his member, balls, and taint with soft, wet licks, interspersing these licks with light bites, nips and sucks. His breathing became deeper and more hitched, as my own maw took his cock completely inside, doing the same as he'd done to me. But, instead of long, languid, teasing strokes, I intentionally used rapid strokes, with lips tightly wrapped. I pumped his member with paw and maw, and hummed, while teasing his hole open with a lubed digit. I was able to insert a finger at a time, getting two, then three fingers inside him, and matching the fucking of my fingers with the pumping of my maw. With a loud cry, he came hard, thick cream filling my maw, as his lithe body seemed to experience a kind of electrical charge, vibrating and writhing all over the bed. The pleasure coursed through his body repeatedly, and I knew that now was the best time. So, I carefully removed my fingers, and just as carefully replaced them with my cock. I slid inside him, and simultaneously bent down, and kissed him, sharing his cum with him in a passionate and explosive kiss. I persistently moved inside him, seating myself completely inside him, then waiting for a while. Becoming Warm: A Furry BDSM Story Ch. 02 ~=~=~ Blaine: Once again, my fate as a permanent submissive was sealed, as was the realization that I was, and would always be addicted to my mate's body. He felt so incredible inside me, that there are few words that could ever be strung together to even hint at the feeling. Maddeningly, he refused to move. I knew it had to be hard for him. Sweat formed on his brow, and I could see that it was getting difficult. For me, the longer he waited to move, the worse my need got. I started to get a bit angry, and burst out, "Fuck me, goddamnit!" He smiled down into my eyes, and said, "That's what I wanted to hear." He pulled out, extremely slowly, only to push back in with the same exquisite lack of speed he'd shown he had. It seemed he was toying with me. My patience was now at an end. I pulled together all my strength, and with a sudden burst of speed and strength, flipped us over till we had switched places, him now on his back, still inside me. I then began to ride him, taking control of the speed of the fuck. I moved my hips in circles, while making the thick, stiff shaft massage the hot walls of my anus. I knew I was making that glorious member hit my prostate, and I insured that it hit on every single penetration. Precum oozed, yet again, from my now reawakened member, and I started riding him harder and faster. He purred loudly, and my own keening moans and yips of pleasure punctuated the silence of the apartment along with his purrs. Faster, and faster we moved. Even in this position, it seemed that our bodies were melting further and further into each other, and our feelings seemed to mesh. When one gave pleasure, he also felt it. ~=~=~ Michael: To say that I was stunned would be an understatement. Rarely had my mate ever taken control of a sexual situation. Even though he was bottoming from the top, so to speak, it was clear to me precisely what he wanted. Apparently, he needed a lot more speed than I was giving. And, with this turn of events, so to speak, I became quite willing to give them to him. His body moved with incredible agility, making me repeatedly fill him with my thick cock, while causing me the most glorious of torture, simply using his body. The heat of him, wrapped around me like a vice, was more than a little arousing, and it seemed that I got harder and thicker inside him, than ever before. I heard him breathing my name and the words, "Master! Oh, my Master!" in between each movement. I could not now stop myself, and began to firmly fuck him from that position, meeting his own downward thrust with an upward thrust of my own, the sound of muscular thighs and hips hitting each other filling the room, along with the squeaks and creaks of the boxspring of the bed. I reached up and grasped his small nipples and gave them a light twist, causing him to cry out, and cum hard all over my chest. His hard orgasm, and its accompanying anal contractions caused me to cum as well, as if our orgasms had been somehow activated by an external switch. Again and again, it seemed, my orgasm repeated itself, my body alternately shaking and stiffening, yowls and screams of pleasure likely heard in the shop below. This fazed me not a whit. After what seemed like an hour, but must have only been a minute or so, both of us came down from our orgasms, and my wilted member slowly exited my mate's body. His body limply fell forward, over my own, falling onto my chest, which was well covered with his cum. I think, at this point, both of us slept. It feels incredible to spend the night holding the one you love more than anything in the world in your arms, as you sleep in the bed you've once again christened with your lovemaking. And, in the small moment before we slept, I whispered, "I love you, my mate." And in his tired voice, he whispered the same to me, and my heart was full. ~=~=~ Thomas: In my opinion, the greatest honor is to defend one's family, and I am nothing if not dependable when it comes to that. Michael may be my little brother's mate, but he is family, and that thought does not leave my mind. To that end, I thought you might want to know what happened to that fennec, Cory. He was jailed for attempted blackmail and fraud, and while in jail, he was found to have become, as it were, the "bitch" of the people there. Upon exiting the jail, he disappeared, and was found six weeks later, dead, having taken an overdose of a sleeping medication he'd stolen. The police, coroner and court declared it a suicide. This is true, I suppose, but I do have some friends in the clink from being an analyst for the police. The bitching of that fennec, well, that was my doing, at least the arrangement of said bitching. Now, I am sorry if you have a problem with this, but he got his just deserts, and I will not have my family hurt by the likes of him. Period. That said, I do envy my little brother quite a lot, and want the same kind of life he has. Maybe some day. ~=~=~ Stay Tuned for Chapter 3, in which we will begin the story of Thomas, and how he finds love. ~=~=~ Author's note: Thanks so much for all the supportive messages. I received requests to continue this saga, and so it is with great pleasure that I give you this second chapter in the story of this family. May your life be blessed with love. Becoming Warm: A Furry BDSM Story Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Thomas Is Alone Thomas: The happy reunion of my brother and his mate was, to me, a source of joy and satisfaction I'd not seen in many years. That being the case, it was also a source of deep longing for a love that strong. Unlike my younger brother, I had never had even one person that I could even say I'd ever had the slightest attraction to, male, female, or otherwise. Like my brother, Blaine, I'm a fox. Unlike him, I am not exactly small. For most of my life, I've been involved in body building, or muscle growth using legal means. I'm not necessarily opposed to performance enhancing drugs, I just never saw the need, when to me it seemed best to get strong by natural means, like resistance training, use of my own body's weight, as well as hard physical labor. In the process, I went from being a one-hundred thirty pound waif, to a well-formed muscular two-twenty, at six feet. My time working for law enforcement in both the prisons and the policing agencies had hardened my heart, and mind, it seemed, to the wiles of any of the attractive people in the world. I was, much to my dismay, destined to be a bachelor, I thought. And, life seemed to bear that out. Happy as I was for my brother and brother-to-be, I could not seem to bring myself to a realization of love, despite my obvious desire for it. I have, for most of my life, accepted the fact that there were many beautiful people in the world, but believed that I was to be alone. This made for a lonely existence, one I filled with attempting to help my family in the best way possible, with time and money. There was one individual, from my childhood, that I could say I loved, but in my adult days, I chalked that love up to a childhood friendly affection. That person was someone who went to the same classes as I did, and graduated the same year, but was whisked away to an out-of-state University, thanks to the over-bearing grandparents who had raised him during his mid-to-late teens. His name was Trace Stevens, and he was the absolute picture of a swimmer. He was a strange one, though, because he was a shifter. He had two forms, one being more dark-skinned human or elf-like in appearance, with pointed elven ears, with the other form being a rather fantastic looking African Savannah Cat. He stood about six feet, two inches, and weighed in at two hundred pounds. Also, in that school, it was considered bad taste for two males to have a loving relationship, so being the people-pleaser I was at the time, I intentionally blocked any of such feelings from even entering my consciousness. So, this conscious subjugation of my own desires became normal, and subconscious to me, and I did so without thinking, not caring what it did to me mentally and spiritually. I refused to care, so long as I was helping my family, which I came to consider most important. The instant any thought came to my head, I seemed to push it away. This continued into my thirty-fourth year, when the day of my brother's wedding to his mate came. The day was a beautiful Saturday, and practically every fur in our hometown was there. I was best man for my brother, and stood near the minister to await the end of the ceremony. I cannot tell you how happy I was for my brother and his mate. As the minister opened the ceremony, I looked out over the crowd, and saw a face I never had thought to see again. It was Trace, and he looked incredible. His distinctly African features were unmistakeable, and for the first time in my adult life, I felt my stomach tighten and flinch, and my heart began to flutter. To my distinct embarrassment, my brother leaned over and hissed at me very quietly, "You're musking up the room, brother. I smell you." With that, he'd made the skin of my cheeks under my fur take on a blush. I was completely caught. I saw the cheeky grin on my brother's face, and I hung my head. During the reception, I shook paws with guests, and got caught up in amusing conversation, when without warning, a scent I had not smelt in years wafted back to my nose. Hair on end, my muzzle shot up, as did my gaze, which landed on the vision of perfection that was Trace Stevens. He leaned in and hugged me, and said softly, "It's been a long time, old friend." I swallowed hard, and said, "Y-yes, it has, Trace. How've you been?" I was certain he could smell me. My brother certainly could. "I have been marginally well, Tommy. I missed you terribly." There it was. The thing that I'd sought for so long to stamp down had reared its very attractive head. I felt my long-unused member began to fill with blood. I thanked the maker of my tuxedo that the front of it covered my crotch area, preventing me from giving the guests an unwelcome show. I nodded, and pulled an ever-present business card from my inner lapel, and handed it to him. "Call me tonight," I whispered, at once hoping both that he would call, and also that he'd toss the card and forget about me. I was, in that moment, in a rage of conflicting emotions and desires. The emotions and desired that wanted Trace in my arms were rapidly winning. "I will. I promise." That was the thing that I feared most. He'd always kept his promises, as had I, and this fact was not at all lost on me. He would call. That evening, I sat in my house, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and nothing else. I had a deep dread of hearing his voice, afraid it would make me go crazy. I was almost ready to unplug the house phone and pull the battery from my cell phone, when the latter burbled, and an unknown number appeared. Tentatively, I answered, "This is Thomas." "I told you I would call, Tommy." He'd kept his promise. "I wanted to talk earlier, but I could tell you were uncomfortable with that, mate." That word... Something in me twisted, and I started to tear up. I again swallowed, and said, "Can you make it to that address, Trace?" I asked, meaning the one on the card I'd given him. I now intended to spill all of my feelings on him. "Yes, I can. I am staying three blocks north of you. I will be there in a bit." With that, the line went dead, and I trembled for a moment, frightened more than any of the prisoners I'd dealt with had ever made me. I soon heard the doorbell ring, and I jumped up, and forced myself to stride to the door, and open it. Trace entered silently, then shut the door behind himself. He looked into my eyes, and said softly, "Forgive me, Tommy, for what I must do." He strongly grabbed my shoulders, pinned me against the brick wall, and pressed against me, then kissed me, with full on tongue action. The feelings washed over me, like a strangely pleasurable combination of fire and the coldest water, sending frissons of feeling over every inch of my body. Then, to my dismay, all the pleasure crashed in on me, and I stiffened in the throws of orgasm, filling my shorts with the pungent juice of my orgasm. His kiss had made me cum, and rather hard. I was deeply chagrined. ~=~=~ Trace: I had not returned to town to find a mate, but the second I spied Tommy on the rostrum being best man to his little brother, I knew I had found the one I would be with for the rest of my life. I knew, then, that I was not returning to my life as I had planned, but I would be making Tommy my life. When I approached him and hugged him, I caught the whiff of his musky arousal, and it was all I could do not to whisk him out of the room to a hotel, and make love to him then and there. Instead, he handed me a card, asking me to call him, which, true to my promise, I did that evening. The address on the card, which was apparently his home address, was three blocks south of the house I was renting. So, when I called, and he asked me to come to him, I was able to quickly get there. I arrived, and at the doorbell's ring, he opened. The look on his face was adorable. There was fear, desire, love, and embarrassment all there in his gaze. I silently entered, closed the door, and looked into his eyes, and said, resolutely, "Forgive me, Tommy, for what I must do." I pressed him against the wall, pushed my entire body against him, and proceeded to kiss him as deeply as I could. Long, keening moans emanated from his body as his paws scrabbled over my chest and shoulders. I moaned happily, and returned the touches, deepening the kiss. The taste of him was addicting, as was the sound of his moans and pants. I was deeply surprised, however, when I felt him suddenly stiffen, and heard his voice cry out my name loudly. I had just kissed him into orgasm, and not once had either of us touched his cock. This was so arousing to me, while he was still cumming, I, too exploded in my black jeans. ~=~=~ Thomas: I was deeply chagrined, because of my lack of control. I looked down at the floor, embarrassed, and almost lost control of my emotions. I felt a soft paw caress my cheek, and I lifted wet eyes to the man I loved. His voice was, to me, the most amazing thing to hit my ears that I'd ever heard. Deep, soft, and vibrant, and it vibrated me to the core. He said, "You, dear one, are my mate. I know you know it, and I intend to make sure that I never am separated from you. I love you, and want you to understand something. I never will laugh at you for being too excited. I will always be proud that I can do that to you." His words made me happily smile, despite myself. I took a deep breath, and replied, "My life's not been the best, love. I've done things I am not proud of, but everything I have done has been for a good reason. And now, I want to tell you this, if I am your mate, don't leave me here, alone." He looked deeply into my eyes, and said, "I have no intention of leaving, not when I have found my mate, and he's standing here in my arms." He leaned in and kissed me, then continued, "Besides, you are not the only one that has a bit of a lack of control tonight, babe." He grabbed my paw, and put it directly against his crotch, where I felt a wetness. I knew, in that moment, that I was the cause of his own arousal, and frankly, that turned me on again. I looked fiercely into his eyes, then grabbed his belt, and dragged him directly to my bedroom, where I tossed him onto the bed. I began to remove his clothes from his body, licking and nibbling every square inch of furred flesh I could find. After completing that rather arousing task, I hastily took his hardness into my maw, and began to suckle on it. I pushed my head down onto him, and started a pistoning movement, sucking firmly, making him moan and flinch with the pleasure. At the same time, I pulled my own clothes off rapidly, then licked his balls. I stood, and went into my bathroom, returning with a large tube of anal lube, something I'd been using on myself for several years, having taken to enjoying the act of receiving an enema nightly. I returned to licking and sucking him, and, while bent to take him into my maw, I began to reach behind myself and lube up, finger-fucking my hole with the lubed up digits of my paw. I moaned, enjoying the penetration quite a bit. I stood, straddled his prone form, then, holding his member vertical, I slowly sat on the engorged phallus, and felt it impale my wanton anus. I sank to the hilt, only stopping when I felt his hips against my rump. I leaned down, and kissed him deeply, whispering in his ear, "I'm yours, mate. I love you. Now, for fuck's sake, fucking FUCK me!" ~=~=~ Trace: My mate stunned me by his sudden fierceness. In less time than I could even process what was happening, he'd had me on my back, naked, and harder than I'd ever been, with his gloriously warm maw. His almost violent sucking had me cumming, then he rose, somehow naked, and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a large tube of anal lube, then returned to sucking me off. He simultaneously rubbed the lube into his hole, fingering himself, and appearing to enjoy it. Without much warning, he stood, straddled me, and sank onto my cock, enveloping me in the almost searing heat of his body. Down, and down he went, not stopping till he had my entire member deep inside him. I listened to his words of love, thoroughly loving the sound of his voice, the smell of his arousal, and the feel of him. When he cussed, telling me to fuck him, I smiled, and happily obliged, driving my cock deeply into him, then with drawing, and repeating the thrusting, over and over again. For several minutes, this felt good, but I needed more, and I knew my mate did as well. I sat up, wrapped my arms around my mate, then, without exiting his body, flipped us both so that he was now on his back, legs wrapped around my hips. I pulled back, leaving just the head in, and then plunged back in, going even deeper, and rubbing against his prostate in the process. I reveled in my mate's submission, and in the feeling of pride it gave me. Deeply I fucked, angling to make him explode first, something that was a rather big fantasy of mine. I slowed the fucking down, and used long, languid strokes, while rotating my hips smoothly, for the purpose of making the cock seemingly dance inside his hole. Loud moans and yowls came from my mate, his fox-form stiffening in pleasure. I couldn't hold it much longer, so I began to fuck faster, still rolling my hips. He let out a loud scream of my name, coming hard, spraying his juice all over both of our forms, his tight hole tightening even more around my member, causing my own orgasm to rip through my body. With a roar, I succumbed to the feeling of orgasm, and spilled my seed into his prostrate form. It seemed I could not stop cumming, shooting stream after stream of hot cream into my fox's body. After what seemed like an hour, but must have only been moments, I wilted, and now lay on top of my mate, still inside him, as I was somewhat long. I loved this feeling, the closeness, warmth, smell, taste of my mate, and then in that moment, I realized something. During my orgasm, I had actually unconsciously bit my mate in the act of claiming. There was a clear mark on his shoulder, and it was deep. I licked it softly to soothe it, and it seemed to somehow close the wound but leave a permanent mark. This fox was mine. ~=~=~ Thomas: Explosive. That's the only way I can describe what it felt like. The feeling of intimacy combined with my mate's body inside me only seemed to cement what I already felt inside, that I was indeed mated to this wonderful male. I knew it within every part of me, and feeling the bite he inflicted on my shoulder only made the orgasm more intense. I was his, and I could not help screaming out his name when I came. My only hope was that I could feel this closeness every night, in every way. I felt his tongue lave my shoulder, where the claiming mark was. I sighed happily, and closed my eyes. When he was finished, I reopened my eyes, and looked up into his eyes. I smiled, and said, "It didn't hurt, my mate. You have me, and I have you, and that's all we need." He nodded, then lay his head on my shoulder, and we promptly slept, his cock still inside me. ~=~=~ Trace: The next morning, we both woke, finding ourselves in each other's arms. That is a feeling that is hard to describe, no matter the vocabulary one might possess. It is a feeling, the memory of which stays with a person the entirety of his existence. I never thought, in my teens and early twenties, that this would ever happen. For years, I'd thought that the boy I loved was out of my reach. Situations being what they were, with my family having moved away, and my grandparents' insistence that I attend University in a state far from my home, I thought it to be next to impossible to return to the man I saw as my mate even then, when I was just fifteen. Like my mate, I graduated high-school very early, at age fourteen, the same year he did. The next year, I was spirited away, my heart broken by the separation from Thomas. Now, years later, I lay with him in my arms, waking from a most amazing night of lovemaking, followed by sweet sleep. Somehow, during the night, our bodies had moved so that I was wrapped from behind, with his muscular arms, and his morning hardness placed in the optimal position to enter me. I knew he was sleeping soundly, but his body needed something I could easily give, and I realized I needed to give that gift to him. Without waking him, I reached to the bedside table, grabbed the lube, and carefully stroked the stuff onto his member. Then, repositioning it at my hole, I carefully sank back onto it, taking a man's member into my body for the first time, but not feeling one bit of the pain normally associated with such taking. I sank to the hilt, taking the entirety of his turgid dick into my aching hole. I felt the heat and softness of the skin overlaying the rock-like muscle inside the shaft, and moaned softly as it spread me out. I felt the thick member's pulsing as I began to flex my hips, slowly fucking myself on his ample member. For what must have been only a few minutes, I fucked myself very slowly and languidly, until I became aware of the change in his breathing that signaled that he was awake, and quite responsive. He took the fucking motion over, stopping my own movements. I relaxed, and let him move. After a few moments, he said, breathlessly, "Oh, baby, why?" I knew why he said this. He thought I would be a total top, and he'd have been fully accepting of this. I said quietly, "My love, I want us to be equal. No one should be a total top or bottom. I gave you my virginity, just as I took yours. From now on, I want us to be able to give and take as we need to. Now, if you please, stop the yammering, and fuck your mate like you know you need to." That must have been the trigger he needed, because my fox let out a growl, and flipped me onto my stomach. He immediately started to piston in and out of my tailhole, using me for his own pleasure. I was gaining an immeasurable amount of pleasure from him, and was leaking precum all over the sheets of the bed. On top of that, the rubbing of my cock on the silk sheets was a sensation that had me reeling. I moaned deeply, and pushed back on the member penetrating my palpitating hole. ~=~=~ Thomas: What an amazing way to wake up! I thought I was having the most amazing dream. First, I felt strong, well-formed body in my arms. Then, that body was wrapped around me, and was moving languidly over my cock, sending waves of pleasure and heat all through my body. Then, I woke to find that I had not been dreaming at all. There was indeed a strong male body, fucking himself on my cock. I was blown away, and even though I was grateful for this, I had to ask him why. His answer blew my mind, and it made me want to cry, while at the same time, it made my arousal all the more powerful. I obeyed the arousal, and proceeded to flip him on his belly, and fuck him, seeking to cum. His moans were, to my aroused mind, like adding gasoline to a fire. I could not stop myself, now, and began to fuck him rather fast and hard. His was the first body I had ever penetrated, and I could not believe the intensity of the feelings. After a length of time, my thoughts seemed to disappear in the haze of arousal. I growled, "I'm about to cum..." Trace moaned encouragement, and I let go. I saw white, as the orgasm exploded through my system. The impetus to mate caused me to need to bite something, and my jaws clamped down on his left shoulder. I bit hard and could taste a bit of blood, which made me cum again inside him. In the midst of the timeless flash of orgasm, I heard the yowl of a large cat, and it briefly entered my mind that I had made my mate cum. I blacked out. Completely. When the cloud of pleasure left my mind, I realized I was now on my back, with my feline mate curled against me, purring loudly. I whispered softly, "Sorry for hurting you, love." Becoming Warm: A Furry BDSM Story Ch. 03 He chuckled, and replied, "Dear fox, you did not hurt me. You simply marked me, as I did you. We are, as I wished, equal." He sighed happily, "Besides, what set me off was you roaring out my name, followed by your bite. You made me cum harder than I've ever done." I sighed, "Until you, I was a total virgin." He kissed me deeply, and replied, "Mate, I am glad you gave that gift to me." ~=~=~ We dated for three months, before we decided that he should move into my house. We married exactly two weeks later, my brother and his own mate were best men. We eventually adopted a young shifter girl from an agency a few states away. Her name was Ella. She was a beautiful shifter, having not yet had her first shift. We knew that would come in time. The one dark spot in our relationship occurred when Trace told his grandparents of his marriage to me. They told him never to call again. We decided that it did not matter to us. We would live happily no matter. And, Ella had the best uncles any one could ask for. We eventually moved to live near my brother, so that we could all take care of each other. I took a job in that state as a prisons inspector. My job was to insure that prisons were held to the standards required by law, while still upholding what rights the residents still had. My job payed well, and I eventually came to own the company that was contracted to do the inspections. Trace is an architect, and works for the company to analyze the blueprints, and make sure that code is followed. He is also payed rather well. Life is good, and I no longer have to use the less-than-pleasant means to get my work done. And, what the best part about all this is, I am mated to the most incredible person any fur can be. Frankly, though, that should be the opinion of every person who has a mate he or she loves. Is he perfect? No one is. But, he is perfect for me. And, finally, my life is full of the warmth and love I thought was nonexistent. Now, I say to you, don't give up on love. If you give yourself time, someone will come to you. I promise it. ~=~=~ Author's Note: Hello, everyone. This concludes the Becoming Warm saga. The story has been told, and I feel the finality of it. Thomas and Trace were an interesting couple for me to write about, and I feel I did them justice. Sorry if the length is a bit shorter, but I thought this story was best told in this last chapter. Thanks to my friends from ASLChat (You know who the hell you are...) who encouraged me. To the Literotica readers who wanted more of the story of Thomas, I give you this! Hope you enjoy. And Finally, to the haters: Thank you for driving me to be a better writer, despite your hate. It is these messages of hate that have made me a better man, a better lover, a better writer, and therefore, I thank you. To all of you following this saga, many thanks, and be well. Hope you like what you read. Other stories are in the offing, and it is my hope they go well. Love and life to you, Aragon. Becoming Warm: A Furry BDSM Story Moments later, I awoke to feel my Master still inside me. He was lucid, and he was not completely flaccid. I smiled, and whispered, "Thank you, Master, for giving me a chance to prove my love." He smiled, "I think you are going to have to prove it over and over again." He chuckled, and growled lightly, "You know, even though we are going to be mates in public, I'm going to make sure I stay your master in our home." "Good. Speaking of our home, what about living quarters?" "Well, I can move easily, and live in your upstairs apartment. So long as I never sleep without you. I love you, my pet." "And I you, my master" ====================================== Author's note: Thanks to all who supported me in this. This is self-edited. I genuinely hope someone loves this as much as the story playing repeatedly in my head was enjoyable to me. Be well all.