As Jojo sat at the bar, he began to question whether he should keep waiting or just throw in the towel and head home. He had come here tonight to find someone new, someone different from everyone else he had known back home in Whoville. He’d only moved to the area a few days ago but he was already in desperate need of some company, likely due to his nineteen year old libido. He sighed, sweeping his eyes over the surrounding crowd, hoping he’d see someone who stood out from the rest of the dull faces surrounding him. Just as he was about to give up his search, he spotted someone in the far corner of the room that caught his eye. As if they sensed his staring, they looked up and seemed to smile at him with their wide eyes. They were big, orange and fuzzy, which reminded him of some of the Whos back home. He swung himself off the stool and made his way over to the corner where he’d spotted the beautiful stranger. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pushed his way past the last sweaty body to spot that beautiful fur he’d first seen only minutes ago, but was already falling for. He smiled, striding over to the stranger and leaning across the table they sat behind.
“So, what’s your name? I’m Jojo,” he smirked. The furred beauty chirped alluringly back.
“Not much for words, eh? I can work with that,” he quipped, leaning even further across to place a hand on the side of their face. He couldn’t tell what their gender was, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting them back to his apartment,
“You wanna get out of here?” he asked over the strobing music coming from the speakers overhead. The tangerine dream across from him reached a paw out under the table and placed it on his thigh, giving him all the consent he needed. He reached around the table and grabbed their hand, pulling them out of the club with a smile and walked them the three blocks back to his apartment. Thank god he lived close by, or else they might not have made it. All the way back they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, all but fucking in the streets, they kept stopping to make out and mess around. Once he reached his apartment, Jojo quickly fished his key out of his pocket and unlocked his door, deftly pushing it open and pulling the stranger into his apartment and slamming the door shut behind them. As he pinned them up against the door, he whispered in their ear, “I still haven’t gotten your name.” They pulled out an ID card from a hidden pocket and showed it to him with a tilt of their alluringly rounded head. He read off the name, “Zingzingzingbah, huh? That’s pretty hot,” he breathed, dropping his head to place kisses up and down their neck. Zingzingzingbah chirped out a moan, and Jojo grabbed their tiny paw in his hand and dragged them to the bedroom, pushing them down onto the bed. He didn’t know if this would be just one night or something more, but whatever it was, he’d take it. Right now, all he wanted was to explore this night with them as fully as possible.
As soon as Jojo removed the last piece of clothing, leaving them both fully exposed, he took a moment to take in the breathtaking form beneath him. The orange fur shining in the pale moonlight from his window, his wide eyes staring back with the same lust as his, his arms laying spread and open on the bed, all ready and wanting for him. Just as he was about to lay into him, Zingzingzingbah reached up and grabbed him by the back of the neck, tugging him into a searing kiss. They explored each other’s mouths, feeling around this new territory while letting out the occasional muffled moan. Finally, Jojo pulled away for air, and started trailing open mouthed kisses down his hairy body, making his way towards the prize hidden below. Once he reached his destination, he reached around him to the dresser where he snatched a small vial of lube, pouring a small dollop onto his fingers and rubbing the tip of his middle finger against it. Zingzingzingbah whirred softly, spurring him on as he slipped his middle finger in slowly, not moving for a second then slowly pumping in and out. He studied their face for any signs of discomfort, only to find those big beacons of want staring back at him, urging him onwards. He slipped in a second finger and sped up just a fraction, searching for the spot that would make them unravel. Suddenly, Zingzingzingbah let out a loud, choked chirp, and Jojo made a mental note of the angle, adding a third finger and speeding up, watching Zingzingzingbah begin to fall apart. Suddenly, he stopped, retracting his fingers and grabbing the bottle once more, pouring more lube onto his hand and readying his member. He watched under hooded lids as Zingzingzingbah’s breath stuttered, staring at him as if he had hung the moon. He lined up his cock with their entrance, glancing up for consent. Zingzingzingbah whirred impatiently, telling him to hurry up already, and Jojo started slowly pushing his way inside, stopping once he had his entire length buried inside of Zingzingzingbah.
“Fuck, Zing, you feel so good,” Jojo moaned, waiting for Zingzingzingbah to be ready for him to move. After a minute, they whirred impatiently and Jojo slowly pulled himself all the way out until it was only his tip, then thrust back in, causing Zingzingzingbah to let out a loud chirping moan. As Jojo rode him hard, their breathing became more ragged, their mouths spilling forth more moans and profanity.
“Zing, I’m close,” Jojo grunted out, speeding up and slamming into them as hard and fast as possible. Zingzingzingbah chirped back in response, and in an instant they both exploded as one,
fireworks going off before their eyes as they rode out their intense bliss together. Once it was over, Jojo pulled out and fell next to Zingzingzingbah, panting as he looked over to his lover. Zingzingzingbah looked back, and to Jojo’s delight he saw the same satiation and what might possibly be love reflected in their eyes. He smiled as they lay there together, worn out and filled with bliss. He didn’t know if their time together was a one night stand but he prayed to god that it wasn’t. The dreamy ball of fur next to him was like an angel sent straight from heaven, and he didn’t want to let them go anytime soon.
Chapter 2: yeah i hate it too
i dont want to write my politics essay so im writing this instead. this is like the first time im writing something since i wrote about one of my friends fucking the pope a year ago so excuse the quality, and i wrote the first chapter when i was 16 and bored in art class but also like you try writing something where one of the characters cant fucking speak
As he sat at his kitchen table sipping on a cup of lukewarm coffee, Jojo reflected on everything that had happened in the month or so he'd lived here. His job at Spencers had given him something to occupy his mind with during the weekdays, but moments like this, sat at home eating dinner, or on the metro to work, or those quiet moments before he finally drifted off to sleep, he found his thoughts slipping back to that silky stranger from his first week. Though he dared not admit it, their shared night of passion had sparked something inside him, something new, something foreign and intimate that pressed on the back of his mind, leaking into every thought and act and aspect of his life as he tried to forget them. After all, even though he felt strong chemistry between them, they clearly didn't, as that night had been their last encounter. Jojo sighed and wandered over to the sink, dumping his mediocre coffee into the garbage disposal and setting the mug on the counter. I should probably get dressed, he thought, and made his way into his bedroom. He had only managed to pull his shirt over his head and onto the floor before hearing a tentative knock at his door. Curious, he walked over to the door, only to feel his stomach plummet through the floor upon opening it. There they stood, the person who had occupied his mind since the moment he'd seen them across the bar. They looked just as enchanting as they did when they first met, but wore a look of anxiety that only made his heart pound faster. Why were they here after all this time? Their evident worry meant it couldn't be good. He cleared his throat, startling them and causing them to snap their head up, fastening those beautiful brown eyes onto him. "What's going on?" he asked, trying and failing to keep the evident nervous tremor out of his voice. Their wide, baleful eyes began to shimmer with unshed tears, and they looked downwards at their stomach and rubbed it, re-locking eyes with a fearful expression that belayed their true meaning. As he realized what they meant, Jojo stumbled backwards, leaning against the wall a few feet from the door with his head in his hands. It can't be, he thought, yet when he lifted his head to ask, "You're-you-re... pregnant?" the solemn nod they gave in response was all the confirmation he needed. Still, he could sense the sheer terror pulsating off of them, and reassured, "I'm not-I just need a minute to process." They stepped timidly into the doorway and watched the gears whirring in his head as he tried to plot his next course of action. He'd been praying for another opportunity to see them since the moment they parted, another shot at whatever he could get as long as he got to see more of them, but this-he didn't know if he was up for this. "Are you gonna keep it?" he asked, and they nodded once more. "Fuck," he hissed under his breath, and saw them reflectively flinch at the harsh language out of the corner of his eye. He remained slumped for a long pause, and neither of them dared move for fear of upsetting the other. After mulling it over in his head, Jojo finally broke the silence. "I don't know if I'm ready for this, or if you even want me involved, but I do know one thing," he raised his head to meet the other's eyes, "I want you. Whatever that means. And if that means starting a family earlier than I expected, I'm more than willing." He watched with trepidation, scared of the other's reaction, but as he finished talking and saw the waiting tears spill over and their eyes shimmer with hope, he knew he had made the right choice. No longer nervous, he rushed over, pulling them close and kissing them furiously, trying to convey all the mixed emotions he'd let brew ever since they dared to part, and was delighted when they returned the kiss with equal fervor. He backed them up against the wall, and the emotions quickly turned into passion as they yanked at his shirt, trying to pull it upwards. He broke the kiss and leaned close, whispering, "someone's eager," and pulled back momentarily to tear his shirt off before ferociously attacking their mouth once more. Zingzingzingbah moaned sensually beneath him, and that sound alone caused him to growl and pick them up, causing them to let out a startled chirp as he carried them towards the bedroom and deposited them roughly onto the bed. He leaned over them but for a moment, observing the unbridled lust and longing in those endless pools of amber. This time as he ducked down he had a different target, and reveled in the squirming beauty below him as he peppered kisses down their torso. The familiar feeling of fur tickling his face as he buried his face deeper gave him a pang of belonging, and he realized that as long as he was with this creamsicle dream, anywhere would feel like home to him. Once he reached his destination, he looked up for a moment to gain assent and, when they nodded frantically in response to his gaze, leaned over to his dresser and pulled out the bottle of lube that had kept him company all those lonely nights. As he squirted some onto his fingers, he was reminded of when he'd lay here alone just the night before, hand wrapped around himself, dreaming of the scenario before him as if it were merely a far off dream. He eased his first finger in and began to pump in and out slowly but surely, and before long, was able to add a second, then a third finger. As he crooked his fingers, desperately searching out the spot that would make them writhe with pleasure, he felt them suddenly twitch and let out a long, low moan, and knew he'd found it. After a few more pumps to make sure they were primed and ready to go, he pulled out his hand, chuckling lowly at the small whimper they let out at the loss of contact. He rubbed some more lube on his cock, stifling the moan in the back of his throat at the relief his neglected member felt. He lined himself up, pushing in slowly, and it was all he could do not to thrust in upon hearing the breathy moans coming from the furred beauty beneath him. Once fully inside, he paused for a moment to let them acclimate, panting and slumped over above them on his elbows. He gazed into those radiant amber peepers once again, and when they finally gave a small nod in return, he pulled out almost fully, then snapped his hips forward, relishing in the way they let out a loud moan as he found their spot once more. He set a savage pace, racing dangerously close to the finish line, and they were right there with him, matching each thrust and zealously voicing their approval. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, and it took all his strength not to collapse on top of them as he rode out the shock waves sent throughout his body. They came shortly after him, chirping loudly and deliriously, and he was certain to get a noise complaint from the neighbors if they were home. Once his brain began to recover from the melted pile of mush that it had become, he pulled his softening member out of them carefully before flopping onto the bed next to them. He looked over, and as they made eye contact, saw Zingzingzingbah's eyes filled with hope and affection as they reached out a tentative paw and interlocked fingers. Jojo marveled at the way this perfect creature made him feel, and lifted their entwined fingers to place a soft kiss onto the back of their fluffy mitt. Their cood appreciatively, and as he watched their eyes start to slip shut as they dozed off in the wake of their post coital bliss, he, too, took the time to lean back and shut his eyes. Before slipping into the best sleep he'd felt since their first night together, Jojo couldn't help but feel that this was the beginning of something wonderful, something he couldn't even begin to imagine. And as he sat in a stiff hospital chair nine months later, cradling his newborn, he knew he had been right.