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This is the story of the reunion between my fursona Flint the blion and his best friend Titus the buck. Please give it a read, I spent hours writing this thing and I want to know if it's any good. Once again this piece was done by lovernios on characters I designed. This is BY FAR my favorite pieve I have commissioned. But the story was written entirely by me. This is my first attempt at writing any form or erotic literature. Comment how you like it please and thank you!
-FlintBlion
January 15 2020
Flint and Titus reunion: “After 20 years...” Titus thought. “I’m finally seeing him again… It’s not like we left on a bad note, so why am I so nervous?” he pondered in his car, tail shaking. “Why after all this time did he invite me to his place?” He got out of his car, and walked up the long stone staircase leading up to the front door. “I missed my best friend’s wedding. He’s probably still mad at me about that.” Flint had been living in a mountain town in Colorado. His home atop a large flattop mountain only accessible through a long winding paved access road in the thick woods. Flint had the large 50’s style contemporary cabin built in the late 70’s but had only been using it as a vacation home, as he used to prefer living in the city. It was his biggest purchase he made with the money he got from government testing, approximately $4,500,000. Titus had earned a decent amount of money from the testing as well, but his fortune did not even approach that of Flint. He approached the front door and knocked, Lily, Flint’s equally giant wife, looked through the window and opened the door. “Titus! It’s so good to see you!” Titus froze for a second as the strong feline/ursid musk filled his nostrils from inside the home. It wasn’t a bad smell, just very musky, since Flint’s teens he had been emitting the scent from his mane. It had a very polarizing effect on people, some found it to be intimidating, while others found it incredibly arousing, sometimes both. After being hit with the familiar scent, a flood of good memories rushed over Titus, and he managed to squeeze out a “heyyyy...” Flint poked his head around the corner. His ears perked up hearing the voice of his old friend. A dopey smile overcame Flint as he ran over to the door and picked up Titus while hugging him a little too tight. “Ow ow ow ow, nice to see you too!” Titus wheesed. “You haven’t changed a bit!” Titus said after regaining his breath. “It’s been way too long!” said Flint. Flint very clearly wasn’t mad about anything. *Insert montage of the three catching up on old memories* They then sat down and had dinner, of which the heavenly scent barely overcame that of Flint. Lily had cooked Salmon for her and Flint, and a mix of steamed vegetables and roasted nuts for Titus. Once they all had their fill. They moved into the living room where they continued to talk for hours on end, until it was about 11:00pm. Wrapped up in a thick blanket Lily said, “I guess I should probably get to bed, this kitty needs her beauty sleep for tomorrow’s meeting at work.” She stood up, kissed Flint, then walked over to Titus and to his surprise, kissed Titus on the lips, giving him some tongue. A shocked but pleased face appeared on Titus as his cheeks went red. Lily giggled and then ran to the bathroom to get ready for bed. “Are we???” Titus asked to no-one in particular. “Yes” Flint answered, “The Triangle is still on. Lily and I may be married, but that doesn’t change a thing about how we feel about you. That is if you’re up for it?” before Flint even finished answering the question Titus had answered, “Oh my God YES.” Flint said, “Stand up.” Titus did, as did Flint. Flint looked down, deep into Titus’s eyes as the giant blion closed his eyes and leaned in towards Titus, who returned the gesture and kissed. They continued for a while, interlocking Flint’s soft clawed hand with Titus’ hooved cervine hand. Flint stopped, Titus’s saliva dripping down to his chin. Flint switched off the lights and once more he looked Titus in the eyes whose reflected the moon and stars, and grabbed him by the shoulders pulling him from his armchair to the couch. Titus laid upon Flint’s broad chest, and buried his face into Flint’s mane and deeply inhaled through his nose. Flint’s musk intoxicating him; he couldn’t seem to get enough. Flint groped Titus’s shoulders and slowly moved his way down to Titus’ bottom. He slid his fingers along the top of the short and puffy deer tail. Suddenly Titus got up off of Flint To reveal a wet spot at the base of his shirt. He lifted his shirt to reveal the tip of his pink deer penis which had revealed it’s tip from within his sheath. Flint looked down at his own shirt to discover that he had made the same spot on his own clothing. Lifting his shirt and letting Titus gaze upon the tip of his feline, but bear like penis. The sensitive feline barbs of which rubbed against the shirt while Flint was lifting it, causing him to shudder, letting out a small moan. Flint then took off the remainder of his clothes, his tail flicking in anticipation; meanwhile Titus watched growing more aroused by the second. “Now your turn.” said Flint Titus removed his button up shirt, his socks, then his pants, revealing a massive bulge between his legs. “Too slow!” Declared Flint. Who then revealed a long lion’s claw and proceeded to then slice off Titus’s boxer briefs in a swift motion his massive deer balls dropping down, large even for a buck. “HEY!” Titus yelled, as Flint smugly resheathed his claw. “Whatever” Titus whispered gazing longingly at Flint’s sheath. Flint leaned out of his seat towards a standing Titus, and ran his finger along the base of the buck’s impressive package, and up along the length of his sheath. He then licked his fingers taking in the sweet taste of a deer’s musk, savoring the taste. Flint then leaned in once more and proceded to run his bumpy tongue over the partially exposed member of Titus. Titus moaned and shuddered from the familiar sensation. Flint motioned the penis into his mouth where he began to masturbate his friend’s sheath. The Buck’s slim penis sliding further and further out of his sheath until all twelve inches were revealed, of which the untrained blion was only able to contain four. As Flint bobbed his head up and down the deer expelled hot precum. As Flint pulled his head off, he swallowed his friend’s delicious fluids, licking his lips to savor the taste as well as the taste of the pre as well as the lubrication provided by the sheath. He then laid down on the couch spelling out the number “69” using his hands...
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