Sensing Rafer’s curious gaze, Micah turned his head slightly to peer at the red fox out of the corners of his huge, slightly slanted, dark brown eyes, and nervously adjusted his small wire glasses. Rafer had never seen a fennec fox before, here in California; Micah had mentioned something during dinner about being born in the deserts of Israel and growing up in a foster home in England, which explained his slight accent. The fennec possessed an exceptionally slight build, everything about him small and delicate except for those piercing, nearly black eyes, and the oversized ears that always seemed to droop to the sides somewhat, as though too heavy to hold upright.
Micah’s coloration, from what Rafer could see of his fur, was also different from that of any other species of fox that he had met. Unlike a red fox’s bold orange, white, and black coat, Micah’s markings were subtle, though just as striking. His face was mostly white, which only made his large, dark eyes all the more startling. Darker fur in shades of cream and sandy tan ran in streaks from the outer corners of his eyes and covered his forehead and the backs of his huge ears, which were lined with pure white. His short, fine muzzle was unblemished white except for the tan lines that started at the inner corners of his eyes and ran almost to his mouth, like tears. His black nosepad was tiny, even for a fox. In sharp contrast with his pale fur was the black, bushy hair that hung over his forehead, and the matching tip of an otherwise reddish-tan tail. Like his face, his hands and feet were white and cream; his sharp claws were also light, rather than black like Rafer’s.
Micah shyly turned away from Rafer’s studious gaze, his bat-like ears flattening slightly. Rafer grinned, noticing, not for the first time that night, how the fennec’s tight jeans revealed the definition of his sheath and the white t-shirt underneath his plaid flannel showed off a fine-boned, wiry physique. Rafer slid over until he was nearly touching the fennec, whose sharp, musky scent betrayed his attempts to shy away. Micah smelled like he was in heat. Rafer placed a tentative hand on the fennec’s thigh; Micah’s tight pants failed to conceal a growing bulge as his erection slid from his sheath, and his long, bushy, black-tipped tail twitched with an excitement that he was trying hard to hide.
"Don’t fight it," Rafer murmured, turning the fox to face him as Micah’s thick scent drove away his inhibitions. "I won’t abandon you like that other guy did."
"Promise?"
"Of course." Rafer ran the sensitive pad on his fingertip along the edge of Micah’s right ear, to the tiny silver stud earring near the base. Micah took a quick breath and flicked his ear away, then showed small, sharp teeth in an apologetic grin.
"They’re sensitive," he said in a soft voice. "But that felt good--" Before he could finish the sentence, Rafer had covered the fennec’s lips with his own. He probed Micah’s warm, sweet mouth with his tongue, holding the fennec tight against himself with one hand and running the other through Micah’s tousled, slightly damp hair. He felt the small fox’s tense muscles melt as Micah gave in and returned the passionate kiss.
Barely able to contain his urgent need, Rafer snatched Micah’s glasses from his face and covered the short, velvety fur of the fennec’s muzzle with frantic kisses. He wanted to devour the little fox. White-tipped tail swishing wildly along with the throbbing, pulsing heat in his groin as an erection strained at his sheath, Rafer tore Micah’s blue and white plaid shirt from his shoulders and reached up under the tight t-shirt, sinking hungry fingers into the thick fur of the fennec’s chest. Micah’s fur was soft, unbelievably soft, with more fluffy underfur and fewer coarse guard hairs than Rafer’s own coat. Micah moaned almost inaudibly as Rafer’s claws found the two tiny nipples under his fur.
As soon as the t-shirt was off, Rafer sat back to admire the fennec’s slender torso, and the way the white fur of his chest and belly darkened gradually into cream on his sides and limbs, and then tan on his back with a reddish-brown streak running down his spine. Rafer tore his own shirt off, revealing a trim body more heavily muscled than Micah’s, with the striking white belly and chest, fiery red sides and back, and black lower limbs characteristic of his species. He then lunged at Micah, forcing the fennec down onto his back on the couch, gasping at the feel of the small fox’s downy-soft fur against his body, his fingerpads, his nose and lips.
Micah responded with a sound very much like the contented purring of a cat as he squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers deep in Rafer’s plush fur and short, spiked, dark brown hair. Rafer nuzzled Micah’s enormous ears, drawing a giggle from the fennec, which cut off with a loud gasp as the red fox’s hands caressed the bulge straining against his jeans; these were soon unzipped and yanked off, leaving Micah in nothing but his white briefs. He shuddered as Rafer’s claws grazed the soft white fur inside his thighs and a tiny wet spot appeared on his underwear. Rafer’s hands caressed Micah’s slender hips, slid to the back of his waist and slipped under the elastic band of his briefs. Clawed fingers explored the base of Micah’s twitching tail; the fennec couldn’t hold back a yelp as one probed the tail-hole just beneath.
Rafer sighed hungrily at the feel of Micah’s tight warmth around his fingertip. His erection throbbed and he unzipped his own pants and kicked them off. The fennec’s scent was driving him insane. First his boxers, then Micah’s briefs, were frantically lowered and thrown on the floor. Micah’s erection was slender like the rest of him, hard and hot under Rafer’s fingerpads. The red fox lay on top of the fennec and pinned him down with his larger size, panting at the feel of Micah’s woolly underfur against his unsheathed penis as he rubbed his body against the fennec’s. Micah’s ears twitched and he seemed unable to catch his breath as he writhed underneath Rafer’s weight, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open. The red fox plunged his fingers deep into the fennec’s fur, grazing the skin underneath with his claws, and turned Micah over, lifting him to his hands and knees. He caught the fox’s thrashing tail and lifted it out of the way, his erection throbbing painfully as he looked at Micah’s exposed, white-furred butt, at the tiny spot of vulnerable pink skin marking the tail-hole. Unable to wait any longer, Rafer grasped the fennec’s butt and ground his hips into him, forcing himself in. The little fox was tight, so tight....
Micah clenched his teeth and whimpered with the effort of accommodating the red fox; Rafer was considerably taller than he was, and proportioned accordingly. The red fox thrust harder, deeper, slamming his hips into Micah’s butt, one hand tangled in the little fox’s sweaty hair, the other fondling the furry sheath, the hot erection. The feel of a drop of the fennec’s fluid on his fingerpad pushed him to his first climax and he cried out and pulled Micah against himself as the spasms coursed through his groin. The knot at the base of his penis started to swell, locking him deep inside the fennec, who moaned and spurted into Rafer’s sweating hand. Micah’s buttocks clenched with the release, sending Rafer into a second orgasm, this one even more intense than the first. The red fox slumped forward onto the fennec and sank his teeth into the fur on the back of Micah’s neck, pinning him down. He squeezed the fox’s growing knot and was rewarded with another hot, sticky gush; Micah shuddered, his ears flattened to the sides; Rafer leaned back and pulled him into his lap, still stuck inside the fennec’s tight tail-hole. He leaned forward and licked the fluid from Micah’s spasming erection as the fennec continued to ejaculate; with the bitter, salty taste on his tongue, he released the rest of himself deep inside the small fox.
Finally spent, Rafer cradled Micah in his lap, waiting for his knot to shrink before attempting to break the tie. The fennec’s chest heaved with ragged, shuddering breaths. Rafer stroked the huge ears and Micah purred, his dark eyes shut and his musk filling the red fox’s nostrils as they flared with his heavy breathing.
"Wow," Rafer finally managed to murmur. "I’ve never felt anyone so...tight! I hope I didn’t hurt you...."
Micah smiled and opened his eyes halfway. His slit pupils widened into circles as he looked up at the red fox. "Not too badly. It was worth it."