In the Closet

"Uh-oh" by Kulkum

“Whut was that?” the fox panted, his ears perking towards the door as he strained to hear what was happening outside of it. Which was no small feat, considering the moans and little sheeply mumbled of pleasure coming from the black sheep on her hooves and knees in front of him.

“I d-didn’t hear anything,” she said, not really caring that it didn’t say much at the moment. He was pretty sure she wasn’t trying to hear anything as she pushed her tight little ass back into his hips, making him suppress a yelp of pleasure as she squeezed down around his already swollen knot. “Don’t stop!”

“But I hear somethin’,” Gideon pressed, while also pressing his hips forward almost on reflex as the pressure of the tight folds squeezing down around had his body rebelling from the idea of stopping so close to orgasm. The sound came again, causing him to go very still – aside from the traitorous pulsing of his cock – followed a moment later by the murmur of voices. “Oh, damn, Sharla, it’s your parents!”

“What?” Her own ears finally lifted as she raised her head from the pillow she’d spent the last twenty minutes chewing on, her eyes widening when she finally focused on the sounds. “Oh! We have to hide you!”

“How’re we supposed to do that?” he asked, panic dripping from his voice even as sweet-smelling arousal from his secret lover dripped from the fur of his sac. “I can’t just yank it out!”

“The closet! We’ll both get in!” she said in a rushed whisper, stifling a moan when he grabbed her hips and yanked her back against him in the same motion as lifting her from the bed.

The trip to the closet was both awkward and stupidly arousing for the two of them. Every step caused her to muffle moans and he felt like he was seconds away from blowing even while being seconds away from being caught balls deep by her parents as the sounds of footsteps carried up the stairs. As quietly as possible, he stepped into the closet, waiting for her to close the door so he didn’t lose his grip on his ‘passenger.’

“Your pa is gonna headbutt me right out of town if they catch me here,” he whispered, trying to keep his breathing even. Maybe he could make his knot go away by thinking about red hot sheep pussy clenching around him as Sharla rolled her hips against him suddenly. That wasn’t right… Staring at the outline of her in the dark, wooly face now pushed into the wall as she pushed back into him, he did his best not to let the panic turn his voice high pitched. “What are you doin?!”

“Finishing! If they get far enough to check my closet, it’s not gonna matter if you cum or not,” she reasoned, which sounded… Insanely reasonable even as she muffled a bleat as the fur of his sheath brushed her clit. Mostly because he could already feel his knot hardening rather than going soft as she rode back against him, it was sounding more and more reasonable by the second. “So fuck me, Gid.”

“I’m goin’ straight to hell and your pa is gonna to send me there,” he murmured, tightening his grip on her hips again before rocking forward to meet her thrusts. As quietly as possible.