PROFESS - M/M, Suggestive - 3/21/00 By SwampRat with help from Hishoken (cl) 2000 GFA The Professional - The life of a 'Pro' The fox tried hard not to look bored. When he was young, he thought the best job in the world was making Mating Pictures.. "No Knot." the black-and white male under him whispered. He grimaced in answer, pretending to enjoy humping his 'partner'. He quickly learned otherwise. The shabbiness of the 'sets', the pandering to idiots whose idea of good dialog was 'Harder! Faster! *Grunt*' Furs like this one who would suck your dick, play with your balls, shove their tongue up your ass - But wouldn't so much as kiss your cheek off the set. But he was a professional - Which meant not showing the disgust he felt. This was just another day and this skunk was just another male he was going to get off, then pull himself out of and cum on. The fox barely heard the director, trying to concentrate on keeping himself erect in a tail hole so loose it could probably swallow his entire arm. The Mephit arched, moaned some meaningless dialog, and made a 'money shot' all over his chest. That was one good thing about the guy - he could paint the ceiling with that hose. The fox continued his fake passion, pulling out at the 'last moment' letting his balls empty all over the skunk's dark-furred belly, laying on the male. He didn't have to fake the grunts or pants.. Cumming still got to him in a Big way. "Cut. Ok guys - Break and re-shoot in 20." Great - Sit on your paws for a while, trying to think of something so you can get hard again. Go back and lay on the same stupid bed, make some funny noises, jerk your partner off, pull out and cum on him. Make some more noises. look tired, shower and go home. What a way to make a living... * * * * Standing on the metro-train with 'normal' people, he thought about what a waste it all was.. Admittedly, the hours were good, the pay was good... A little bear cub wandered up to him, tugging on his plain brown robe, "Mister, why you wearing clothes?" He reached down and patted the little brown head between the fuzzy, round ears. "That is a good question. . ." The cub waited for an answer, rocking one small foot against the other, eyes wide as the uncluttered mind behind them. The fox thought a moment, unsure What to say - 5 years of sex had destroyed his erector muscle, so 'it' hung from his sheath like a long, red worm? Or perhaps, he had his scrotal fur removed and his balls were twice as big as they should be, causing twinges of Pain when he sat wrong? Painted lips, ringed nipples - Even though he scrubbed until he almost bled, he could still smell the stench of cheap sex. Digging out some mints - it was the only thing he could stand after sucking cock - He handed one to the cub, "Because I like to hide. Do you like to hide, sometimes?" The little bruin nodded, holding the treat shyly. "But.." The fox turned his tiny tormentor, patting the rounded cheeks, "Yes it is, and a cute one at that. Now go and find your mother, I bet she is worried about you." The bear thought about this in the serious way cubs will.. "She probably is.. Thanks mister." and was gone. Was he Ever that young? The male shook his head tiredly and held onto the metal pole, waiting for his stop. * * * * At the station was a batch of wretches in fur coats. Selling their bodies for whatever could be had. He watched as what used to be a lion rib a tuft of hair from what was left of his mane and give it to a tourist for a few coins. It was always tourists - Wanting a piece of somebody, something to take home to their comfortable homes and discuss how 'Bad' it was amongst the unwashed peasants. His ears picked up a familiar sound - The slurp of cock in muzzle. Hair was not all the tourists bought. And he wondered as he walked up the stairs who was Really better off - One who sold their body but kept their soul, or one who sold their soul and just used the body as needed. * * * * The Apartment. He laughed to himself, as he walked in.. Every day he did this - closed his eyes and hoped by some miracle it had changed. And every day it was the same as always.. A few sticks of furniture, a painting he never finished, a small kitchen. It served it's purpose - Everybody he knew was in the Sex business and he Damn sure wasn't going to let them Sully up his Only refuge from the Smut he had to live with daily.. With a soft sigh he locked up and put the robe in the closet, then went into the kitchen and made something to eat. Not because he was hungry, or because he really Wanted to eat, but because he learned early, you eat when you can. Did the dishes, cleaned up - Something compelled him to keep things neat and tidy.. Maybe because his daily life was so cluttered and shabby - and went to the only other room in the place, The Bedroom. Past a very neat bed and into the bathroom, where he did his business then stepped into the shower and washed again. This time slowly, enjoying the warm water, the soap on his fur, the feel of his paws sliding across his body. He stood over the drying vent, letting the air puff through his orange/white/black fur, using the brush to both, comb and open the thicker patches for better drying. Then a touch of oil to keep his skin supple, combed in with brush and fingers. A last pat on his still muscular ass, a long moment of searching in the only mirror he owned, looking for anything out of place, anything that needed smoothing down or working on before he retired for the day. With a soft sigh, he declared himself fit and walked out to lay on the bed. The same alarm pad he had used for these many years blinked as he touched it, set to wake him at the same hour it always did. As he lay, paws under his head, eyes closed, those feelings crept up on him... How nice it would be to have a lover to hold, to ask silly things of.. 'How was your day, Dear?' To nuzzle and yes, Actually have sex with. Not like he did daily with furs who could care less - No. A Lover. Someone who would Mean it when they moaned over him, under him. Who would cum and look tired and Smell tired and yelp when he caressed them intimately. He rolled over, a tear falling down his cheek as something slapped his belly. Startled, the Fox sat up.. And found himself the owner of a proud bouncing erection. He chuckled and patted it "Go to sleep. I don't need you until tomorrow." It actually felt good to play with himself. To caress his Large doggy-cock, veins standing out on the dark-red flesh. Reaching between his legs he toyed with his Balls, noting the heft and size of them. Definitely a pawful and then-some. His thoughts turned to the handsome Skunk he had been humping for the last week.. He did have a nice body, sexy legs - And the dark mephit dick didn't taste That bad. At the thought of a maleness in his muzzle, his own drooped, becoming semi-soft. As far as it would ever go. Sighing deeply, he turned and fetched a pill from the bottle on the dresser, walking into the bathroom for water to down it with and returned to the Empty bed. Tucked his dick into a soft oiled tube, patted it and giggled, thinking it might be nice to have someone kiss it 'good night'... Then he carefully arranged his scrotum and tail, relaxing as the Drug slid him into Slumber. Relaxing even as tears ran down his cheeks... The End?