"First Time" by Orange Okami
It has been three years since the world first found out about Red and Max, and it's been a wild ride ever since. After all, they are the world's only 'furries', the only anthropomorphic lifeforms to have even been known to exist; Max, with a sleek mix of human anatomy and form and the features and fur of a fox, orange with white and black paws, and Red, the wolf, with his strikingly well defined body covered in silver and brown fur.
When the world found out of their existence, it was huge news. Humanoid animal hybrids were real!
Max walks across the room, passing by the fox who is sitting on the couch in his boxers, looking up some latest news on the pair, who have since become movie stars, celebrities, singers, you name it, and all of this fame thanks to them being the only anthropomorphics in the world. For a brief instant Max thinks about how warm Red's buttocks must be, sitting on that couch for so long, and catches himself glancing at the smooth white fur of his inner thighs. He mentally shakes his head. What the heck?
There has been artwork and fiction of furries for dozens of years, before these boys were known, so you can imagine the ripples it caused when they were discovered. Wow . . . and also imagine how easy it is to find work and fame. You don't need special effects for your werewolf movie, when you have a walking talking anthro that you can makeup up to look mean. Presto!
Max heads to the bathroom, takes a shower, and throws on a pair of boxers. The two are in California, shooting together in the same film, which sometimes happens. And this is one of the off days where they can relax. They typically lounge about in shorts or boxers unless they go out, as most of their clothes are expensive in design and meant for their business and roles. They were even given a rental of their own private house not far from the set. Lucky them! Treated like royalty, now. But life on the road does get lonely.
Max is pacing around the living room, his large bushy orange and white tail swaying back and forth.
"Haha, hey Max . . . there's a few more I found by the way."
"Oh geez, you looking that up again? We need to ban you from google. What is with people?"
By 'a few more' and the inflection in Red's voice, he knew what he had found. More erotic fan fiction involving Red and Max. There was plenty of it produced in the last three years. Did you think these two could avoid Rule 34, sexy, in shape, gorgeous rare models. Laughable odds.
Despite all of the artwork and raunchy stories about them, Sam and Red rarely discussed sex, and had definitely never come close to making it a reality . . . so far.
They had admitted that each had taken advantage of some female fans, human ladies, but had not gone into the details.
Max coughs, usually nervous about this topic but curious. "Aheh, what have we got this time?"
The wolf is always more forward. "Kinda a boring hot tub scene . . . human penises in this one, ahaha, and then the other is some kinky bondage. We have canine dicks in this."
Max laughs, and can't help the thought that pops into his head. They have never asked each other what the other actually has for a penis. Why would they, it's a weird question to ask a friend or co-worker for sure.
Max looks over at Red who is leaning forward, concentrating on the laptop on the glass coffee table in front of the couch. He takes note of the way Red's abs twist, and the sleek curve on his torso as he is bent to reach the keys and type. He really does have a nice body, no wonder there is just soo much fan work of these two, and it seems its more sex than innocent works of art. Max himself is also a finely toned, trim, and appealing specimen. They have to keep in shape, being movie stars after all.
But Max had sensed something different about Red recently. He caught him looking at him when he thought he was being subtle, and would bring up the sexy fan art more frequently. Was it just his imagination?
"haha," laughs Red, his wolf muzzle pulling back in a smile. "All these different versions."
"Of stories?" Max asks.
"Haha, no, of our penises. Only we know what the real deal is. Well, about our own that is. You haven't told me anything about yours."
Max is standing looking out the window at the neighborhood, and he feels a strange warmth float up through his body and across his neck, a flush of emotion he can't rightly recognize at hearing the words Red spoke. He can't believe it, he was just thinking about this, and now Red boldy asks that question. No wait, he didn't really ask, he just stated that they hadn't discussed it.
Why did Max suddenly feel disappointed when he realized Red didn't actually ask him? He expected to feel relieved.
"Oh, um, yeah. haha. Guess they'll never know."
"Unless the ladies we've been with tell them, haha."
"Oh shoot," Max said, "you're right, we are lucky so far, but maybe they have told and nobody believes them. We're kinda famous after all."
"Oh yeah, true."
Red stares at him, meeting eyes. He has such a striking dark shade of amber, and Max's own are a dark shade of blue, that the ladies loved, of course. Red's wolf face regards him a moment longer.
"So what kind of penis did you put in them, any way?"
Max literally lets his jaw drop for a second, then caught it. He feels his pulse beating faster. What should he say?
"Oh," Red says, "Sorry, secrets I guess, I was just curious."
Max walks into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water, which threatened to slide from his furred paws. Made for humans to hold. He doesn't know what to say but doesn't want to make things awkward.
"There's not much fan art of us with humans, isn't that weird?" Max asks from the kitchen. "You'd think since they make the stuff, they'd want to fantasize about being with us, not us with each other haha."
"It's all fur on fur, sometimes even with some fictional furries thrown in for threesomes or foursomes." Red sighs. "Man, could you imagine if we had someone like us, though?"
"Oh umm, like a female anthro?"
"Sure. Or whatever. You know." The Wolf says, casually.
Max feels his heart skip a beat as he is drinking his water, even feels the flush of embarrassment seem like it is heating the liquid in the glass from his lips. Sure, or whatever? What ever else is there? This can't really be happening, Max thinks. Can it? And suddenly he feels more aware of his boxers, hugging his trim waist, and the feel of the fabric against the fur of his unmentionables. He adjusts himself to avoid it.
Max chooses not to respond. Then he was hit with more, and it seemed like unless he found a way to derail this topic it would escalate.
"Do you want to know what the truth about mine is?"
"Um, what, Red?" He asks, glancing at the silvery brown wolf sitting on the couch in only his boxers. Always soo casual around him, that part is nothing new. The next part is.
"About my penis, man." Red says, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Aren't you curious? It must be hard to picture me with those human women if you don't know what I'm packing, so to speak."
Max is stepping slowly into the room, his black feet bare on the carpet, his soft paw pads making no noise. "Oh, no that's no big deal, I guess." Suddenly he realizes he wasn't trying to derail the topic. He can't understand himself. Then he realizes something else. He feels a cool wetness inside his boxers. A tiny bit of pre-ejaculate at his penis tip, even though he isn't erect. That only happens when he is being mentally stimulated by his own thoughts.
Oh dear, Max thinks to himself, I'm actually becoming excited by Red's talk. His heart races more, but he tries to calm it down. He walks past Red to get to the other side of the couch. But Red stands up and moves as if to walk past him to the kitchen. Okay, that's good, it would have been awkward at the moment to sit down next to him considering...
Then the fox feels pressure on the front of his boxer shorts. Something is pressed against his scrotum and testicles. He looked down, and saw Red's silvery paw there, the fingers curled underneath and reaching the area beyond his testicles, the large wolf's thumb rested above his shaft. He had groped him! And he wasn't letting go.
"Oh, sorry," Red said. Max didn't move or reply. The fox can feel tingling and shifting inside his sheath. There is no passing this off as an accident with such a grip.
Red's paw explores higher, pressing the boxer fabric around the tubular shape that ran a few inches above Max's balls. Max inhales, and senses warm blood begin to beg for entry into his loins, to engorge his member. He doesn't know what to do or think. But he also doesn't do anything to diffuse this situation.
"So it IS a sheath, just like mine. We both have canine penises! I had to know!"
"Is that . . ." The fox's throat is amazingly dry for one who just drank a glass of water moments ago. ". . . all you are checking?"
Red's hand continues to rub harder against the front of Max's boxers, his large wolf paw feeling up the two inches of sheath, and squeezing at the canine penis that lay hidden within it. If he has satisfied his curiousity, why was he still rubbing his friend's innocent fox crotch?
