Russet in: Daily dose

By: WurdSmitt
3,000+ words
Mature audiences only

The morning is young, the dust dances lazily in a stray sunbeam that peeks through a small gap in the curtains on the other side of the room. You begin the daily ritual of shaking off the remaining exhaustion that weighs down your very bones; stretching your limbs, rubbing your eyes, then finally, cracking your neck. Slowly, as you unwillingly enter the land of consciousness, your blurry vision comes to a focus, filling your eyes with the sight of your room. It’s slightly messy, random articles of clothing are strewn in small piles about the floor, the off-blue comforter that is used during the winter sits disparagingly near the closet where it is supposed to be stored. You reach for a near-by partially filled cup of water and take a sip, nearly gagging at the stale taste.

You slowly prise yourself out of the indentation in your bed, determined to do something about the current, less than ideal state of your bedroom when you feel the call of nature beckoning  you further out of sleep’s thrall. Heavily your feet tramp down the expanse of your hall as you conduct the final parts of your morning ritual. You rid yourself of morning breath as you hear some stirring in the adjacent room, it seems like your activities have awoken one of the trash-pandas you share your home with. You quietly muse about which of the lovely raccoons you’ll get to spend your morning with as you fix your hair in the mirror. You surmise that likely Bass woke up hours ago and left breakfast in the pan for whenever you roused yourself, so undoubtedly your morning companion would be… Your train of thought is quickly derailed by the slightly clumsy appearance of your other fuzzy lover, Russet. He stumbles half-asleep into your shared bathroom as you take in his slightly disheveled appearance.

Were he standing at his full height, his ears would just barely clear the base of your thighs, however his current lumbering, practically knuckle-dragging stance has him on the level of your calves. His striped tail drags forlornly on the ground, its owner too tired to lift it even a centimeter. Somewhat strangely, he’s actually wearing clothes, however, you doubt that wearing one of your old off-white shirts that he has written “Gay for pay” on with sharpie to be much of an upgrade to wearing literally nothing, especially since you can see his testicles dangling just below the hem. His bleary, light-blue eyes blink slowly as his brain starts to power on, he grunts slightly as he looks you up and down before resuming his trek to the toilet. He manages to croak out a “Morning, hot stuff.” before practically falling asleep on the toilet. You decide to let him wake up a little more before engaging him in any conversation as you leave to allow him some privacy.

Bass, it seems, is currently on a bit of an americana binge given that he left both you and Russ a healthy portion of hash. The diced potatoes are toasted to a lovely golden brown as the thick, meaty sliced sausage fills the air with its rich aroma. You make a note to thank Bass whenever he returns for his contributions as you partake in the filling dish that was lovingly prepared. Your enjoyment of the dish is interrupted by the arrival of your other Procyonid pal, carrying an open bag of potato chips to the table. Russ flops his tired body unceremoniously  into the wooden chair across from you with a small metallic clinking sound as he shoves a handful of the fired treat into his maw.

	His mouth still filled with his unhealthy meal, he sprays out a small mouthful of chips as he begins to speak, “‘Morning. Slept pretty hard last night. Good thing you’re off work for the weekend, eh?” He pauses briefly to take another handful of chips before continuing. “That means we can spend some quality time with each other, it’s been a bit, right?” You lower your fork for a moment to massage your temples at the combined facts that, firstly, instead of eating Bass’ food he has elected to instead stuff his mouth with cheap junk and secondly, you’ve made sure to keep Russ’ other appetite sated this entire week. However, directing your thoughts away from such negativity, you start counting your blessings, firstly you have two loving boyfriends that love and support you, and secondly, he is right, you do have way more time to indulge your carnal desires. You sigh and say to Russ with a slight chuckle, “You really can’t help yourself around junk food or me can you?” Russ swallows his mouthful of chips and looks you over with a lust filled look before saying, “What can I say? You’re both irresistible!” He munches one last chip before he says, “I’ll eat Bass’ cooking, you know I always do, I just have to wake up the old appetite.” Closing the bag of chips, Russ packs away the rest of Bass’ cooking, saving it for later in the day when you and him are done with your morning activities.

	As he bends over to insert the leftovers into the fridge, you can hardly stop yourself from sneaking a peek under your borrowed shirt. His ringed tail is lifted high, the direct opposite of its prior limp attitude revealing his plump behind in all its glory. His two cheeks are covered in thick, reddish brown fur and parted slightly by a metal buttplug lodged into his puffy, wrinkled hole. Drawing your eyes slowly downward, you scan across his taint to his dangling nutsack. The two egg-sized orbs are almost comically large on his small frame, his fur-covered sack bounces slightly and wiggles as Russ begins to sway his hips. You can feel the blood in your body rush to your groin in response to his erotic display as he looks out from between his legs, grinning slyly. “Like what you see?” he says, breathily,  as he continues to sway his hips from side to side, causing his meaty cheeks and pendulous sack to bob in rhythm with his hips. “Why don’t you come over here, remove my pesky little plug, and fill my ass? After all, I do need my daily dose of vitamin Dick.” Russ slaps his girthsome ass suddenly, causing it to ripple. Your mind has been thoroughly reduced to a lustful paste by his display as your penis has hardened enough to penetrate through pretty much anything. The fork in your hand drops suddenly as you swiftly rise from your chair to approach the teasing ‘coon  as you can hear some precum drip onto the floor, whether it’s his or yours, you are far too horny to care at the moment.

You close the distance between the two of you in seemingly no time, breakfast a distant memory  that sputters out in favor of a new hunger that you now feel gnawing at your groin. You fall down to your knees to worship the shapely cheeks that taunted you so thoroughly from across the room, your hands tracing down the frame of your furry companion as they make their way to their intended destination. You elect to tease your ring-tailed lover slightly as recompense for his earlier display, running your hands slowly through his bed-fur determined to explore every inch of his body, causing Russ to moan in pleasure as you engage in some heavy petting. Your fingers work dexterously across his slightly chubby frame as you pause on what you know from experience to be particularly sensitive areas, the underside of his nipples garner a small gasp as you trace around them slowly one by one, his small love handles make him moan as you squeeze them slightly, and you can hear him whimper as your hands trace down to his groin carefully avoiding his sensitive, leaking pink penis. Suddenly, Russ slams the refrigerator closed and turns to face you,  at your current prostrate position you are currently face-to-face with your clearly frustrated lover. His arms are currently folded across his chest as you can hear the impatient tapping of his claws against the linoleum floor, his lips pursed into a sour pout as his lust-addled eyes regard you with frustration. Jutting from his groin his penis throbs with desire, leaking pre constantly as his balls tense slightly to facilitate the massive production. 

	His paws grab your shoulders slightly roughly as he pulls you to his groin, mashing your face against his throbbing member as he says, “You know I don’t like being teased, slut. I was going to let you enjoy some foreplay, but because of what you did, you now have only two options. You can either take me to your room, where I’ll give you a good time, Or I’ll rip your pants off here and now, then hold you down and ride your cock until I’m satisfied. Now choose.” You manage to squeak out an apology from his genitals as he pushes your face up and down his groin, dragging his leaking member across your face. “I’m sorry,” Russ says as he circles his leaking cock around your mouth, pressing his testicals against your bottom lip. “I couldn’t understand you. If only there were some other way you could show your remorse…” Taking his cue, you open your mouth and take one of his over-sized orbs into your mouth and begin to service his nuts. Carefully, you juggle one of his family jewels with your tongue, pausing occasionally to suck gently. Russ shudders in pleasure as you attend to his orbs, running his paws through your styled hair slowly, he continues to speak breathily, “Good start, whore. Keep that up and I might just forgive you.” Working hard to earn his forgiveness, you take in his other orb, carefully suckling on the virile organs you begin to reach to your tenting pants, eager to begin pleasing yourself.  Russet narrows his eyes slyly, removing his testicals from your mouth with an audible pop as he grasps your groping hand at the wrist, pulling it away from your desperate groin. “That’s my job.” he growls as he gropes your member, squeezing it gently through your pants. “Come on, let’s go to your bed before I change my mind.” He struts away in the direction of your room, wriggling his ample behind as he beacons you with his tail, a look of sultriness painted on his face as you scramble to your feet.

	Russet climbs up your bed with the crazed determination of a raccoon on a mission, gyrating his hips as the stained off-white shirt is removed with little ceremony, revealing his usual nude form. His penis stands at full mast, leaking all over your unmade bedspread, his taught nutsack sways slightly from the remaining momentum as he stands proudly at the head of your bed. “Remove those pesky pants for me, Stud.” Russ commands, thrusting his groin forward, causing more stray strands of precum to drop from his turgid member onto your sheets. Without a thought, you remove your clothing with great haste, quickly discarding them into one of the many heaps that line your disheveled domicile.  You crawl onto your bed to join your domineering companion, your own erection rubbing against the fabric as you lay next to your companion. “I’m going to suck your beautiful cock and you're going to stroke my shaft,” Russ commands, “I’ll let you know when we’re going to move on.” Russet climbs onto your chest in short order, kneeling down in front of your face exposing his metal-filled hole and dangling meat and veg as his paws tease at your sensitive member. Taking his command to heart, you begin to knead his plump asscheeks in earnest, slowly splitting them apart giving you an eyeful of his metal adorned sphincter. Pulling gently on the metalic plug elicits a pleased moan from Russ as you take his throbbing, leaking phallus in your other hand and begin to rub it slowly.

	A soft, squidgy pop is released from Russet’s now voided hole as you remove the buttplug that was previously embedded within his depths. His tail shudders in pleasure as his puffy, lubricated anus purses around nothing, begging to be refilled. Russ groans in desire as he says, “Good job, Stud, keep at it.”  He starts stroking your cock with the dexterity that only experienced hands can muster, working your shaft up and down with great care. Pleasure floods your mind and body as his expert paws rub you in all the right ways, not wanting him to stop, you focus all your remaining attention on returning the favor.  Extending your index finger across his pursing anus, you begin to stretch his hole with your comparatively large finger. With your other hand you knead his large orbs briefly before moving to stroke his penis, his hungry anus squeezes tightly around your wriggling finger as you fish for the sensitive bulge of his prostate. After a short period of searching around his internals, you find your target, his large, sensitive p-spot. As your inquisitive finger rubs against the tender organ, Russ arcs his back as he cries out in pleasure, a large squirt of pre is released as his entire body responds to the overwhelming pleasure, his hips buck back onto your finger in an effort to drive it deeper within him. Panting and gasping in pleasure, russ mutters pleased, “Unh, you’ve just earned yourself a little reward with that, hope you enjoy it.” With that said, Russ dives onto your penis, taking it into his mouth and wrapping his tongue around it. Your toes curl in pleasure as the tip of your cock hits the back of his throat, your balls tense in preparation as a sobering revelation dawns upon you, if you orgasm before your lover he won’t let you off easily. Picking up the pace in your work, you insert an additional finger as you wriggle them in unison within his bowels. Your other hand takes a firm grasp of his throbbing member, rubbing it in a desperate measure to take your fuzzy lover to the peak before you succumb to the pleasure that is causing the edges of your vision to go blurry.

	Try as hard as you might, your will is far weaker than your flesh. Panting, gasping and moaning you feel your organs gear up for orgasm as you attempt in vain to get your lover to the same precipice that you find yourself at, when suddenly the ministrations of your companion cease. You can hear him tisk disapprovingly as he pulls himself free from your probing fingers and stroking hand, you begin to  pant in desperation as your triumphant lover stands atop your stomach, an incredibly arousing sight as his leaking penis juts from his groin, framing your desperately close phallus underneath his shapely ass and tantalizing tail. “I know what you were attempting, but did you think I would really let myself cum without getting to ride that delightful cock of yours?” Russ speaks condescendingly with his arms crossed and a mischievous look on his face as he lowers his large cheeks onto your tip, embracing the length of your shaft with his crack. “A good cockwhore like myself would never pass up the opportunity to feel something so glorious in their needy hole.” You feel the tight embrace of his puffy hole envelopes your glans as you grip the sheets in a desperate bid to stave off the inevitable,  painfully slowly Russ lowers himself down your length, a look of pleased confidence painted across his muzzle. With a barely audible slapping sound the entirety of your phallus is planted deep within his bowls, a brief respite from the pleasure is given to you as Russ is enraptured by the sensations given from his prostate and filled colon. This break is brief, however, as Russet starts to ride your length in earnest, his ample behind slapping roughly against your groin and his own rod bobbing up and down in response to the motion. Moans of pleasure escape both of your mouths as he picks up the pace, the sounds of sex reaching a steady pace.

	The earlier attention that Russ had given you has you clenching your teeth as the sensations of your inevitable orgasm builds up. Your toes curl as you buck your hips in sync with his motions, you feel the tension come to a head as his hips slam against your groin and his intestines clamp around your member, facilitating your release. Coming down from the high of orgasm, your eyes are filled with the superior look of your rider, his hips grinding against the base of your penis, keeping your exhausted flesh from going completely flaccid. Speaking from his self-satisfied grin he says “My god, you’re weak. Can’t help but cum from my fat raccoon ass, can you faggot? Don’t worry, I’ll still have my fun.” Grinding slowly on your dick, Russ reaches over to a lump of the bed where he retrieves an egg timer, as he winds up the mechanism with the grinding of gears he speaks to your exhausted form, “If I recall correctly, your refractory period is a touch more than thirty minutes. That means I get about thirty-five minutes of playtime with your dick before you’re ready for another shot.” Sensing the shock you’re experiencing, Russ drags a single claw down your chest and stomach, “Don’t give me that look, you know what riling me up gets you. You should consider this your reward for your earlier actions.” Rotating his hips in a circular action, his constant gyrations keep your dick just turgid enough to remain in his ass and stimulate his prostate. The constant ticking of the egg timer fades into the background as Russ continues his motion, everytime you think you’ve gotten used to the sensations, he changes just enough to keep you on the line of pleasure. From circular motion, to back and forth, to gentle bucking, and ever more, you slowly lose track of the passage of time as your eyes roll into the back of your head, the constant, unified moans your only point of reference as you succumb to the timeless pleasure.

	Suddenly, you are roused from the topor of pleasure by the tinny sound of the set alarm, as your lover suddenly stops his activities. Puffing excitedly, you can see his devious, lust-addled smile creep up his muzzle as he pulls up until just the tip of your glans is barely contained within him. “Hope you’re ready for the ride of your life.” Russ moans, before slamming his hips down your length. Rocking and bucking, he rides your reinvigorated flesh eagerly with all his might, his internals squeezing and milking at your penis in rhythm with his motions. Occasionally, when the whole of your member is within his depths he grinds against your groin, reminding you of the timeless pleasure you were in mere moments ago. Minutes pass in pleasure as your lover rides you for all your worth, when you can feel his guts spasm and his nutsack tense as his body prepares for his own orgasm, his twitching cock intermittently spurting as his eyes roll to the back of his head. His toes curl as he surrenders to the pleasure his body is experiencing, his penis painting you in a thick coat of semen as his muscles begin to give out.  Twitching and pulsing, his member unloads every drop his over-sized nuts produced as his guts squeeze at your penis, coaxing out another orgasm from your tired body. After the final ounce is released from his satisfied penis, Russ collapses into one of the many puddles that coat your body. 

	The two of you lay there for some time, your withering member slowly deflating within him as you both enjoy the afterglow. Slowly, Russ stirs and shimmies off your rapidly shrinking, sore member as he makes his way up your cum-slick torso to your chest. After his moist trek, he arrives at his destination, his panting, satisfied muzzle hangs over your mouth briefly before his tongue darts into your mouth. Much too tired, you can just muster enough energy to match his exhausted make-out session. Pulling himself away, Russet can barely mutter “I love you so much, thanks for that.” Before the two of you collapse back into sleep together.