Knotty Season

Okay, so I should have been expecting this.

I mean, it’s not like “the ideal situation” is unobtainable. I’ve had it, I’ve tasted it. It just rarely lasts this long. I held my breath the first few weeks with Anne. Being around her was like that-hard to breathe. Because in her, I saw it all. Every little moment I’d tripped, or came up short. Every “let’s just be friends” I’d got, all shattered by her smile.

I loved her. It hurts to say that, but that doesn’t make it any less true. I’d known that from the moment we met. So when she gripped my chin, those long ears of hers pressed back?

The words didn’t matter. Her lips moved, but I was already saying yes. Her pink nose twitched as she kissed me, and we were off. The drive was brief as a blink, the mattress soft as a dream. One I’d had every single night since I’d caught her name.

Then out came the dicks.

I’m not surprised-it’s 2018, right? People own sex toys, whatever. I got one or two, I get it. Even the number of them-ten that I saw-didn’t alarm me. Different strokes for different folks, all that. But it was when Anne turned to me and snapped her panties I paused.

Those panties, they were leather. With a perfect hole, right at the panties. My cock twitched as I approached her. I made the same mistake I had pretty much my entire life.

I assumed. Assumed I was in control, even as she pushed me back. Even as the fuzz of her ass filled my vision, her tail manically wagging as she went to the toys. She walked back and forth, tapping a finger at her lips as she looked. The soft pads of her massive feet paced before them in sync with the pounding of my heart.

And cock. Totally that part, too.

About the time I heard the lube uncapped I finally had the first trickle of doubt. I glanced at her from the bed to see her paw slathering a massive purple dick.

One of the toys, right off the shelf. Shaped like a foxes cock. Her hand pistoned up as it glistened in the overhead lights. Her eyes met mine, and she grinned.

That smile. Fucking christ. It’d lured me in and hooked me, bait if there ever was any. I had a choice then-I could have got up, got dressed and left. I didn’t have to stay, but I did. It wasn’t because the cock intrigued me. Some part of me was curious, but that wasn’t it.

I stayed for Anne. I stayed, rolling over on the plush mattress. It was for her I pulled my boxers down, gripping the meat of my ass as I pulled my cheeks apart.

Anne was the reason I sunk my teeth into the sheets. That I cinched my eyes shut, muttering through a mouth full of comforter for her to go slow. It was her that pressed the toy deep, kissing the small of my back as the fox-cock pressed against my prostate.

Anne was the reason cum puddled between my thighs as my eyes rolled back.

The reason I melted away.

I’d had my shit kicked in all my life. I’d been passed up, passed over and tossed aside. But this, this was different. Even if it wasn’t what I was expecting-I’d give it all for Anne. With her soft paws and kisses. With her caressing my cock as she calls me a good girl, filling my ass yet again. With a new cock, a new her.

In the end, I’d say I finally won.