Legacy LD5

Okay, well here's my first ever attempt at writing a furry story. I hope you all enjoy it.

Warning, this story contains: Male/Male sexual scenes, nudity, cuteness, tigers, dalmations, a bit of foot love and a few other things. ^^












Rook was busy checking out at the grocery store. He was in dire need of restocking his stores of food that had been slowly dwindling away at his apartment. The tiger laid his items on the counter as the white bunny began to ring up the goods. His orange and black striped tail lashed around behind him as he mentally tried to add up his total. The bunny squeaked out the total and he swiped his card without even paying much heed as he began to think if he'd forgotten any items. He accepted his receipt and made his way out to his car with a cart full of sacks.

It was a beautiful, midafternoon day outside. A nice weekend of relaxation that he planned to make the most of. He needed to start preparation for supper soon before it became too late. He was expecting someone over for dinner and he didn't really want him to go hungry for too long. He made his way to his car quickly and opened the trunk. Whilst packing away his bags, he noticed a male, gray wolf in the aisle next to his packing up his bags as well. The tiger's face turned to a slight frown, but he didn't have time to dote over such trivial things. He wasn't too fond of wolves himself as he'd never had such great experiences with them in the past.

He wiped the random thought that came to his mind as he finished packing, put up the cart and began driving back home. Upon arrival he unpacked his bags, taking just a bit to put everything where it needed to be and leaving out the items he needed for making supper. It was about an hour before he expected his guest to arrive and he felt he had more than enough time so that he wouldn't have to cut any corners. He put a bottle of chocolate syrup to the side so that he wouldn't forget to offer his guest some dessert if he so chose. He pulled out some meat and began to brown it, whipped out a few potatoes, chopped them up into nice slices items, pulled out a few other items like cream of mushroom soup and mixed them up, pouring it into a casserole dish. He planned on making a nice potato and beef casserole for his guest.

"Crap," he facepawed himself as he remembered that he forgot to pre-heat the oven. Oh well though, he still had enough time to not be in too much of a rush. His tail lashed around in annoyance at himself even knowing that so he began to tidy up a bit around the living area and kitchen so that he could at least have some sort of image of decency for his eagerly anticipated guest. Once the oven clicked he put the dish inside and set a timer. He washed his paws off in the sink and was finally relaxed as everything was now just where it needed to be.

Ding dong came the ring from the doorbell as a knock quickly followed afterwards. A smile quickly crept its way across his face and he looked down at himself, brushing off any crumbs and such that might have dirtied his green shirt or blue pants. He ran a single hand through his headfur trying to make himself look nice in the span of a second, not doing so great a job as he probably could have. He made his way to the door quickly enough, his claws clicking on the floor just a bit as he meandered his way over.

A quick turn of the knob and an easy pull of the door revealed a spotted dalmation. The tiger just barely soaked in the blue shirt and khaki slacks the canine was wearing as his gaze was more transfixed on the amber eyes staring at him. "Hey Quartz," came the tiger's greeting as he beamed a smile.

Before the tiger could make any sort of movement, the dalmation stepped forward and embraced the tiger in a warm hug, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. He pulled back easily enough and returned a wide smile. "Good evening hun."

Rook laid a palm on the dalmation's back, gently urging him inside. "Come on inside. I'm sorry it's not ready yet, but I'm just waiting a bit on dinner."

Quartz let out a soft chuckle. "No need to apologize. I am just a humble guest for the evening. You'll be hard-pressed to disappoint me." He ruffled his tiger's headfur.

Rook smiled giddily and batted away the paw attacking his head. "Just give me another forty minutes and it'll be done."

The dalmation's black ears raised and a gasp escaped his maw. "Oh no! However shall we occupy ourselves until then." He snickered. His gaze shifted to the counter as he noticed the chocolate syrup. "Oh wow, you even have dessert ready?" Quartz knew the tiger always put out the bottle of syrup so he wouldn't forget to offer dessert.

A faint hint of annoyance flashed across the tiger's face. "Well, dessert's not really in order yet." He wished that he had dinner ready now. "It's not ready yet either."

The dalmation slid a paw under Rook's shirt, feeling up his stomach and to his chest. Teasing the fur in that area. "You can make dessert quick enough. Besides, we have plenty of times to let our stomachs relax and still be hungry for supper."

A soft purring ensued, causing the tiger's tail to lash out a bit more. His muscles relaxing under the dalmation's soft paws. "Well..." He looked down and noticed that the dalmation's eyes were now welled up and giving him a sad puppy expression. He covered his face. "No, you can't do that. It's not fair."

"Do what?" He whimpered. "I'm really hungry and I need something to tidy me over til supper." He nuzzled gently at his mate's neck. The tiger seemed very distraught at his maneuver, but Quartz knew he'd win. It wasn't too hard to win his mate over when he fought dirty. He didn't like to resort to this tactic too often lest he wished to lose his power of persuasion.

"Oh, fine then," the tiger gave up. He felt a warm lick on his chin from the canine. "We're on a bit of a time crunch though."

He was met by a smirk on the dalmation's face. "Oh come now, you make it sound like it takes forever to finish dessert." His voice trailed off as his mind began to race. "So what do you have planned for it?"

Rook merely smirked at his impatient dalmation. He walked to the counter to grab the syrup bottle and grabbed the canine's padded hand, his whimsical tail curling instinctively around the canine's leg as it brushed up against him and he led him into his room. There wasn't much to look at in the room itself. Besides, the only thing that the two cared for was the bed in the center. Rook turned to look at his mate but before he could say anything the dalmation extended his arms in a welcoming manner and said, "Ladies first," chuckling afterwards.

Rook had the strong urge to pick up the canine and toss him onto the bed under him, but instead he tossed the syrup onto the bed, grabbed around Quartz's waist and pulled him down to lay on top of him on the bed. The dalmation yipped at the quick set of actions and smiled down at the tiger as he realized he was on top. His tail swayed back and forth and he dipped his head down to nuzzle at the tiger's soft neck. "Such a nice and soft tiger. I'll make sure and stuff you good." He then tilted his head upwards and gave a nice lick across the creamy maw.

The tiger's tail lashed wildly below himself a few scant moments before it instinctively began to curl its way around the canid's leg. He began to grow a bit warm as he was treated so nicely by his mate. He pawed at the dalmation's muzzle, then pulling an arm up to wipe at his brow. "Geez, it's getting kind of hot in here." It didn't take long for the dalmation to take his cue as Rook felt a pair of gentle paws working their way under his shirt, rubbing gently and teasingly over his belly and up to his chest.

"I guess we'll just have to get rid of this pesky shirt," said Quartz, with a smirk. As he kneaded his way slowly upwards, the shirt began to stretch itself up the canine's arms. Once he made his way up to the feline's pecs he grabbed at the cat's arms and pulled them upward with the shirt, working his way slowly to get it all the way off. When the tiger was blinded a bit with the shirt in his face, the canine leaned over and gave a couple of nice licks at the fluffy pelt of the feline's chest. It was then that he really began to feel the vibrations of the kitten's purring. He began to rub a bit at the nice, muscular chest, not bothering to finish taking off the shirt, content instead with leaving his mate blind to his actions. He worked his way upwards and began to nibble and lick softly at the tiger's neck.

Rook allowed himself to be submissive towards his mate for the moment, simply content with the gentle affections he was receiving. After a few more moments his tail began to lash around again in eager wonderment of what was to come next. He shifted his upper torso around anxiously, amidst the wet licks from his lover. "Don't worry," came the soft voice of the canine, "I'll make sure and take good care of you."

Rook purred as he felt a couple of soft palms knead at his pecs and sides and then he couldn't feel any more sensation. He began to wonder what the dalmation was up to as he felt him shifting near him but then he needn't wonder more as he felt the warm fingerpads begin to massage at the black pads of his feet. His purr became more audible as his toes splayed out from the wondrous touch. He could feel his supple pads being molded about as the canine put pressure in all the right spots. He felt the soft fingers move their way in between his digits, interlocking and grasping tight. He flexed his toes against the warm palms and shifted restlessly.

"Mmmm, such soft and warm chocolate paws. I think they taste better without the syrup though," came the canine's voice. And with that the tiger began to feel warm and ticklish licks at the pads of his feet. He pushed his feet more into the dalmation, knowing that each foot was sure to get its own attention in due time with him on the receiving end. After a few moments of pleasure and a few affectionate nibbles at his toes he felt the dalmation begin to back off again.

Rook heard the soft plop of clothes, but still saw nothing as he refused to move his shirt which was covering his face. Though he did notice that it was getting just a bit warm under his garment. It didn't take long for him to find it being pulled off of him and tossed aside. His ears flicked as they became accustomed to the air again and before he knew it he found himself face to face with a warm canid muzzle, eagerly exchanging a bit of fluid with him in a nice, tender kiss.

After they parted lips, Rook was feeling a fire in himself and wanting to share it with his mate, especially after taking in his nice, naked body. He decided it was his turn to take control of the situation. He wrapped his arms around the canine's waist and turned him over forcefully, putting his mate on the bottom.

The dalmation struggled a bit in the tiger's grasp but he didn't put up much of a fight. Before he knew it, Quartz had his back to the mattress and was gazing up at the orange and black stripes of his mate's head. Rook leaned forward and touches noses with the dalmation. Quartz smiled in response to the tender touch and resisted the urge to lean forward to slather his mate's face with tender licks. Before he had anywhere to go with that thought he found the tiger propping himself up on his knees, straddling his hips. He felt his member unsheathing just slightly as he felt the tiger's pelvis brush his, even though he was wearing pants.

His eyes gazed in the direction of the tiger's movement to see him reaching over for the bottle of syrup. His tail swayed just a bit as he knew where the tiger's thoughts were at the moment. The bottle dangled itself upside down over the spotted form of the canine and a little drizzle trailed its way from halfway down his chest and a couple of plops over both of his nipples. The next thing he knew, the tiger shifted his position just a bit and bent himself over to start lapping up the chocolaty trail leading up the chest. Quartz let out a soft mrrr as he felt the warm and gentle licks sliding over the short, soft fur of his chest. His tail twitched just a bit and he placed his hands over the tiger's shoulders, rubbing into them gently.

Rook smiled amusedly as he saw the expression on his mate and he continued to make his way up the chest. Once he'd licked up the initial trail of syrup his gaze shifted to the small puddles over the canine's nipples. He bent his head over and gave a single lick at one of the nipples, taking the sugary sweetness with it and cleaning off the chestfur nicely. He then gazed at the other puddle and bent his head over and gave yet another lick at the nipple, this time leaving just a bit of syrup left on the areola. He licked his lips and then covered the nipple in his lips and began to suckle at the spot.

Quartz knew the tiger wouldn't be able to resist such a temptation. As he felt the tiger suckle on the spot, he began to grow a bit more aroused. He shifted his hands up behind the tiger's head and began to grasp firmly, rubbing over it softly. He let out a soft moan as he felt a tongue begin to tease at the spot. He shifted restlessly under the tiger, but was pinned down by his shoulders beneath the tiger's strong palms. His eyes just barely noticed the striped tail lashing out behind the tiger. He let out a slight yip as he felt a gentle nip from the tiger and before he knew it his neck was receiving a nice grooming, courtesy of the feline's tongue.

He didn't know how much longer he could take it before he exploded. The dalmation was being tortuously teased as usual by his tiger with foreplay and he knew his member was ready to be picked like a ripe piece of fruit. As though he were reading his thoughts, Rook began to slide back down his mate's body, giving nice licks along the way all the way to the canine's shaft. Quartz stared up at the ceiling as he felt the tiger's tongue begin to groom over his sac. He moaned a bit form the pleasurable sensation and closed his eyes, his tail twitching a bit more. He layed the back of his palms on the bed and the tiger grasped one of the palms with his own while the other layed on the canine's waist. He gave the hand a gentle squeeze and moaned a bit more as he felt the feline's tongue begin to coat his member.

Quartz began to pant as he knew his climax was beginning to near. His lays shifted restlessly and his toes splayed out as he felt the warm maw of the tiger take in his shaft. He could barely resist the urge to hump into his mate's mouth. His ears perked as he noticed a some dull noise in the background. "Hey, do you hear that?"

The tiger stopped for just a moment, pulling his mouth off of the member and his ears shifted and just a small bit of color drained from it as he realized what the sound was. "Aw, crap! The food!" He made to get up but the dalmation was just a bit quicker as he felt a pair of warm palms pushing his head back down.

"Not yet hun. We're almost finished with dessert." He wasn't going to let the tiger get away that easily, but he didn't have to try too hard as he found the reminiscent feeling of the warm maw over his shaft, himself moaning just a bit more and before he knew it he was already shooting his seed into his mate's mouth. His body jerked and twitched a bit at the euphoric drunkenness and when he came down from his high he began to feel the tender licks cleaning off the small amount that had made its way onto the dalmation's spotted pelt.

Once Rook finished eating his dessert he lifted himself off the bed and onto his feet, making his way hastily to the kitchen. He grabbed his oven mitts and took out the dish and frowned as he noticed that it was just a bit burnt and dry. He sighed and then found his shoulders being rubbed gently. He shifted his head to notice a canine muzzle staring over his shoulder at the casserole dish. Rook couldn't help but try to apologize. "I'm sorry hun, it seems I let the-"

Quartz would have none of it as he interjected, "No worries. It's all my fault to begin with. In any case, would you let me make it up to you by paying for take out?"

Rook stared at the ruined food. "Yeah, I suppose I'll let you."

The dalmation sensed the tiger's disappointment. "Come now, it'll be good. And you know what, I'll even make you some dessert if you're still hungry." A mischievous smile spread across the canine's face.

Rook couldn't help but let a hint of a smile manifest itself. "So one round of dessert wasn't enough for you?"

"Heh, I don't know what you mean by that. I am totally prepared to make some chocolate brownies for you though. Just the way I know you like them."

Amusedly, the tiger let out a chuckle and gave the dalmation a kiss on the lips. "It's a deal." He then bent over just a bit, putting a hand behind the canine's legs and picked him up in his arms, cradling him slightly and walking back to the room. "But first, lets get some clothes back on you."

Aw, such a wonderful evening described quite well. All it's missing is the slippers!