FALLEN.TXT
By SwampRat
CopyLeft (cl) 1997 Gay Furry Association
Free to any good home. Abuse as you please.

Note - I wrote this after reading a Very nice piece of Gayfur By NightCat. Yes,
beings can be That shallow. Or that Deep.

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Bren smiled as a breeze ruffled his fur. A bit of a nip in the air as he walked
towards the house. Jann was having Another party - His tail swished as he
walked, hips shaking just so. Another party, another plaything to find, take,
yiff, discard. The music was fairly loud but not so as to be a problem. He came
in, tail held just so, knowing he was the object of every fur's eye as he
stood, apprasing the room for potential - Acquaintences. Lovers were so...
Stifling. Why bother when there were so Many scrumptous yiffs around to fuck.
He saw the usual crowd.. Males, females - Buffed and sculped bodies shown for
maximum effect. Some leather furs talked by the fireplace, a couple of twinks
twittered at each other, limp wrists moving in exaggurated poses. Gods.. Being
Gay was one thing but That was almost as bad as... He gasped. A Troll!

The big denim pants were held up by wide suspenders, almost yelling 'hayseed!'
to the world. Despite himself the fox admired the broad back, the dark hair cut
conservatively. A hand came into view, scant of fur but not of width. Human..
Not scarce but not so common as to go un-noticed. Bren shook his head as the
light caught a bald spot. How could Anyone be attracted to That? A sly grin
creases his lips as a thought came. maybe he would get chummy with the male,
lead him on a little, give him a thrill - Then bow out and find a Real Fur. He
sauntered over, waving and smoozing with other buffed males, picking out likely
cantidates for tonight's conquest.

As the fox got closer, he noticed a husky sitting with almost rapt attention on
the couch in front of the Man. 'Robbing the cradle there, Gramps?' He stifled a
laugh, padding up, feeling the eyes on him. He preened a little for them,
taking a quick glance at the male. Beer-gut, rough hands, hairy arms - A Slob
of a Troll.. He took in a quick breath through his nostrils, for some reason a
bit dizzy... The spicy scent of warm male hit him. 'Gods.. I bet he soaks the
sheets.' Then shakes his head, wondering what the hell made him think of that?
He preened a bit more, catching the Husky's eye. "Hello Jer.. Who's the new
one?" The canine started, then smiled. "Oh.. Bren." He swallowed some punch,
and nodded. "Bren, this is Affen." Adonis turned, perfect in every way,
expecting to reap another worshipful plaything - To gaze full upon the
contenace of Zeus.

The receeding hairline showed skin leathered from days in the sun. White
streaked the sideburns cascading into the full beard, which was also sun-
streaked into all possable colors... Save where it met the chin. From a
sensually full lower lip, a shower of pure white hair fell. The fox's gaze
lingered over the crevaces in the face, then found a pair of blue pools. Even
through glass, they showed the wisdom of years of hard-fought living. Bren's
jaw unhinged as they looked into his.. Then Through him, examing his very soul.
"Howdy.." A deep voice brought him back in time to be crushed in a hug that
would have made a bear proud. A hand that literally covered his entire left
cheek gripped it through his speedo's. "Dressed kinda light for the weather." A
*blush* fell across his face. "But you look good in it." 

Bren sputtered a moment, returning the embrace. "Thanks.." He moved a step
back, picking up what was left of his shattered facade. He muttered something,
retreating.. A step. Another - And he was again himself, one of the Beautiful 
males, just here to find a bauble to rub his buff body against. "Foxes are so
cute.." He almost turned, catching himself. But out of the corner of an eye, he
saw the big hand reach out to run alongside the husky's muzzle - And every hair
on him cried out to be touched like that.. He shook himself, smoothing out an
imaginary wrinkle, and he laughed. "Why should I want a Troll, when there are
so many Hunks to fulfill my needs?" He moved to his next target, the hunky wolf
he had been thinking about from the time he walked in. "Hello," he breathed
huskily, "My name is Bren.."

The End - Perhaps...