A sunny morning after club night

The alarm clock in your room ended your dreams like every other day before. you would love to stay in bed for a while longer, but can’t. You have to get up, eat some breakfast, shower and report on duty. As an employee of the local hospital, people count on you and your colleagues.

When entering the kitchen, the first person you meet is not your roommate Nadja. It is a fox guy. You dare remember that yesterday was Saturday and that you went to a club with Nadja. There you met two fox guys, Terry and Alex, who offered you a drink and after some chatting they came home with you. If you remember correctly, the guy in front of you is Terry and he spent the night with you.

He wears his jeans again, but no shirt. Since he is still there you assume the sex was not bad. Unfortunately, you're not exactly a hard drinker, so you only have a vague memory. A short look through Nadja’s open door shows you, that she still sleeps in Alex arms. This also is the moment when you notice only your fur covers your body. Normally this is enough, but society tends to look down on furry people walking around in their fur only.

“Morning, beauty,” Terry greets you and takes a second cup, “coffee?”

“That would be nice,” you answer smiling, “didn’t expected you to be already up. I thought you would sleep in or disappear before the alarm clock rings.”

“Well, you told me yesterday that you have to work so I was warned,” “and I never just disappear. I’m a gentlefox. Besides, our both kinds are nocturnal. I can’t sleep at night so easily and I wonder how you can.”

“Well, I work night shift normally, but I had to exchange shifts with a colleague,” you mumble and take a few sips coffee, “I guess I’m still just a cat and can sleep whenever I want.”

“Nice,” Terry comments and stretches, “well, If you need to go soon, I will take care of Alex. Or ... would you like me to join you in the shower?”

“I could need help with the brush,” you admit and watch the sly smile on the foxes face, “but don’t get your hopes up. you are still just a one-night-stand.”

“I can live with that,” Terry says and watches you over the border of his cup. You smile a little and head to the bathroom. However, when you enter the bathroom you feel a sudden pain in your ass and hear a loud smack. Terry slapped your ass from behind.

“Hey, wait until we are in the shower,” you demand and rub your ass.

“Dear god, you are such a tease,” Terry says and hugs you from behind, “as a carnivore I love meat but your ass is more seductive than a whole henhouse.”

“What a charming compliment,” you reply sarcastic and slightly bite the hand that is beginning to fondle your tits, “now stop messing with predators higher in food chain and move your tail to the shower.”

Terry grins sly and enters the shower cabin while you grab your soap and brush, Terry gets rid of his jeans. You must say, he looks not bad. His red brown fur builds a perfect contrast to your orange fur and the black stripes. His body is very slender and tall. Foxes don’t have as much muscles as other predators like you. They are rather lanky.

The shower cabin is not very big. When you enter, your boobs press against Terry’s chest. He obviously doesn’t mind. In fact, he leans forward and begins to kiss you. you kiss back after a moment of hesitation.

“I hate water,” you mumble and snuggle against your lover’s chest, “well, you can start soap me. Every body part please. Not only the good parts.”

You turn your back on Terry and hear him putting some soap in his hands. Almost in the same moment something pokes against you left ass cheek. And it gets bigger and harder with every moment. When a pair of soaped hands begins to rub over your shoulders and arms you reach between your legs, catch the erected cock of the fox and put it between your tights where you hold it in place. You hear Terry slightly moan when your muscles gently massage his most important body part.

While the water make you fur wet, Terry gives his best to soap every part of your body. And he tries to make it as pleasant for you as possible. As a tiger you have other erogenous spots than foxes or humans. And Terry seems to know some. He is very gentle on your neck, chin and belly. Still your tits and pussy get the most attention. Sometimes you have to tense your muscles and squeeze his cock playfully to remind him to continue soaping you.

When you are completely clean and wet you turn off the water, take your lover’s cock in your hands and stoke it until Terry reaches climax and cums in the shower. His seed quickly disappears with the water, but you splash some more water at the spot to be sure. Afterwards Terry takes your brush and brushes your fur like he promised. In the end you are much faster done as if you would have showered alone.

Terry looks a little disappointed when you suddenly stand up and take some clothes from a pile that lies on the washing machine. In a few seconds your body is dressed in jeans, a shirt and some underwear. But you don’t need socks. No furry person wears shoes or socks, at least not in daily life. There are some exceptions, but only in special societies.

“I have to go now, if I want to catch my subway,” you say and close the last button, “thanks for taking care of Nadja and … everything else. But I need to go to work.”

“It was a pleasure, Tigre,” Terry replies smiling, “and … I don’t know if you want but … maybe you want to grab a coffee after your shift? I would really like to see you again.”

“Don’t take me wrong, please,” you reply, “you are a great guy. And I really enjoyed this. But you are still just a one night stand. If we somehow meet again, we can talk about another round. But not now. My number is at the cork board in the floor, if you are interested.”