Hot Tub Party

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• NezChron -- This short story takes place in the "Aenverse" setting, with characters native to the setting.
• DubCanon -- Is it canon or not? That's up to you! This story will not be confirmed nor denied canon.
• Furry -- Most, if not all, of the characters in this story are furry.
• FPoV -- Most, if not all, of the story is told through the eyes of the main female character, Sako Uotani.
• SMUT -- This story is pretty much purely there to facilitate porn. You've been warned.
• M/F -- Sako has some fun with a man of the opposite physical sex.
• DubCon -- There's alcohol involved, and some rather questionable decisions, despite Sako being okay with it in the end.
• Adultery -- Sako is soon to be married when these shenanigans ensue.

It was ever chilly outside, the harsh mountainside winds piercing to the bone. Snow covered the ground in massive piles, and a scent like the taste of cold water after chewing a stick of mint gum filled the air.

To Sako Uotani, the frigid air was little more than a minor nuisance. The seven-tailed fox woman, whose thick fur was only slightly greyer than the snow adorning the rocky wilderness, sipped nonchalantly at a freshly opened bottle of alcohol. It was the strong stuff--well, the strongest stuff that wouldn't require emptying a vault of precious jewels to buy. Well-medicated with liquid courage and insulated by her thick winter fur, the piercing winds were more akin to a stiff breeze.

Of course, it also helped to know that a nice, steamy hot tub awaited her.

Her soon-to-be stepson, a siamese half-breed named Justin, had invited her and a number of his extended family--and a handful of his romantic interests--to a hot tub party. It was that time of year, when the biting cold had fangs much sharper than usual and the scarce daylight left little time for the days to warm. It was the perfect time for a hot soak and some gossiping to ease the seasonal blues.

Her husband-to-be had also been invited, certainly, but between having his own business to take care of and not being particularly interested in a hot tub party--was it perhaps partly because he was undead, maybe?--he had declined to join, and simply bade her to enjoy herself.

Some small part of her had wondered if Denmer had honestly meant that she should go ahead without him, but after even the briefest few seconds thinking about it, she knew that he was too direct with his words to have meant anything else. And he certainly wasn't the sort to beat around the bush, either. He was the sort to take what he wanted, meant what he said, and had the reliable hardiness that any man should have. He was very much the kind of man that she wanted in her life. If she wanted to deal with a person who was catty and indirect, she had plenty of gossiping girlfriends to waste time with.

As she tilted back the bottle she'd opened a few minutes ago, reaching the last few swishes of liquid dwelling at the bottom, the door to the bathhouse area slid open; her stepson stepped through the doorway, blathering to his tagalong guests.

"I expect you to behave yourself," the Siamese half-breed chided, not noticing the woman in the room yet. "She's my stepmum! I saw how you were looking at her last time..."

"Like you don't," was the mellow voice that shot back at her stepson. Following immediately after him was that relatively recent friend of his, that white-furred feline boy. They'd met before; he was a quiet sort, so she couldn't help but cackle when she heard him sassing her stepson. The sharp, barking laugh caused Justin to spin around on the spot, his face turning reddish almost instantly.

"Uh, mom! You're here early."

She bared a wide grin at him. "Of course I am. You have the best liquor cabinet on the continent, how could I help myself?"

He grumbled quietly, covering his mouth with a fist. His other companion, a petite little brown-haired red fox that never seemed to stray more than a couple of steps from his side, cleared her throat.

"Seems like you figured out how," she stated--quietly, but not quiet enough to go unnoticed. Sako laughed again, a single sharp bark of amusement as she leaned back, downing the remainder of the bottle in her hand. Justin seemed all the more flustered, making a weird face. She couldn't roll her eyes while her head was tilted back, but she could feel the boy's gaze fixated squarely on her ample tits.

She supposed that was the reason she wore this particular bathing suit. It left very little to the imagination, barely covering the necessary bits with thin strips of cloth. Still, the boy was too easy of a target to really get any amusement out of it.

When she set the bottle aside, she noticed the white feline staring sideways at Justin with a knowing smirk. The siamese huffed in annoyance, then quickly gathered his composure.

"I guess dad couldn't make it, huh?"

"Nope... had business to take care of. Sent me here alone."

There was a pause, then a small frown developed on Justin's face. "Alright. Maybe next time. ...What about that nephew of yours?"

"Eh? Dhole?" She touched her chin in thought. "...I actually haven't seen him in a good while. He had to go to the hospital a few months ago. Last I heard he was staying with a new friend. I should bug the boy again some time."

"So it's just you, huh..." He sounded disappointed. Sako huffed.

"Don't sound so gloomy. Ain't I a party on my own?"

"You drink enough for one..." The fox again.

"Bina!"

The barely buzzed seven-tail rolled her eyes again, stood up and walked to the liquor cabinet as the boy and his fox quibbled for a moment. There wasn't another bottle of the stuff she'd already grabbed. A shame... she plucked another bottle at random; it looked pretty, with a soft amber shine to the contents inside. A glance at the alcohol content and she was satisfied, closing the cabinet and tucking it under her arm.

"Well? Is there anybody else coming or is it only us four?" Sako commented. "I was waiting for some more people before I monopolized the tub."

"Uh..." Justin hesitated, seemingly struggling to remember.

"Miss Irvina, Miss Aurora, Mister Cream, Mister Caleb, Miss Melanie, Miss Alines, and Maria are all expected to join us," the fox interjected. Sako didn't recognize most of the names--Only Irvina, Caleb, and Maria rang a bell, the formermost being one of her stepson's lovers, and the lattermost being Robina's own daughter.

"Damn, I guess I'll have to share a bit after all," she replied. After a moment, she turned her gaze to the white furred boy standing aside.

He was, again, a quiet sort. He always seemed to be off in his own little world, only snapping back to reality when spoken to, and yet his expression never changed; aside from when he was sassing her stepson or laughing at something, he always had the same distant, dreamy look on his face.

'I'll drag some talk out of him today,' she thought. A hot tub party was no place to be quiet and withdrawn. She'd make him talk and open up--it'd be good for the boy.

As if hearing her thoughts, suddenly the boy cast a look at her. It was a perfectly stoic, stony gaze. For the briefest second or so, it felt like his stare pierced right through her.

She met his gaze and felt her spine go rigid. ...She didn't know much about him. Maybe he could read minds? The thought seemed to immediately be proven false, as he looked away again to survey the room.

Part of her was disappointed. He seemed thoroughly unfazed by her choice of attire.

That was when it clicked... maybe he was gay. Freyz certainly wouldn't be the first male lover her stepson had taken on, if the stories she'd heard were true. It would explain why he only seemed to react particularly strongly to the siamese...

Her thoughts were interrupted by other guests arriving in the room. Another fox entered the bathhouse; her fur was black as the night sky, and her hair the color of charcoal. Her bathing suit was dark blue, a two piece with some frills. It was rather cute, she had to admit.

"Irvina," she greeted, "Nice to have you join us!"

The black fox gave a small, tired smile. "I needed a little vacation. It was hard to slot it in, but I managed it."

She gave Sako a courteous nod and chatted with her for a few minutes, and then turned her attention to her ex boyfriend. They were so awkward that it was painful to watch; rather than torment herself with secondhand embarrassment, Sako turned away and finally lowered herself slowly into the hot tub, holding her fresh bottle of pilfered booze aloft.

People gradually filtered into the room. It was quite a lively bunch--exactly what the seven-tail had hoped for. Caleb and his wife, Melanie, arrived after Irvina; the former didn't seem terribly thrilled to be there, clearly marking that the striped white feline woman hanging off of his arm had insisted they went.

Maria, and the girl that went by Alines, arrived next--the former the spitting image of her mother, and the latter a rather unusual and vivid shade of bright blue fur and lilac hair; foxes, the both of them. Sako found the latter to be quite a joy to talk to; Alines was quite the positive, chipper person, and seemed ever happy to humor the seven-tail's gossiping.

She monopolized Alines's attention for some short while, seemingly to some minor annoyance of Maria's, and before long the final two guests arrived--Aurora, a three-tail woman who normally hung off of her stepson's arm at every turn, and a rather small-statured wolf boy of unusual color that she'd never met before.

Everyone seemed to get along well enough for the most part, though Freyz seemed reluctant to part from her stepson's side, and Caleb lingered in a corner half-glaring at the rest of the party for much of its duration. Sako herself rather merrily chatted with Irvina, Alines, and "Cream", as the wolf introduced himself--'what an odd name,' she thought--with Maria chipping in once in a while.

A couple of hours passed. Caleb eventually loosened up a little with his wife's help; Justin and his not-quite-wives both joined in the hot tub with Sako's prodding, and not long after, Freyz carefully slinked in as well. The strange, reclusive boy kept a shirt on as he dipped into the piping hot water.

For some time yet longer, the lot of them lurking in the hot tub sat talking. Another hour or so had passed, and eventually the mischievous seven-tail had decided to toy with Justin a little; she egged him on into drinking some of the liquor from his cabinet.

Of course, he was also a complete lightweight. After drinking little more than a couple of shots' worth of the bottle (which, to be fair, had been all that remained after Sako had her fill of the thing), the tiny fox hanging off of his hip had begun watching him with great concern. The reason quickly became clear when he started staring off into space and slowly sinking down into the tub; bubbles rose from his nose as he submerged, and Robina quickly hefted him up, scolding him with questions as to why he even had a liquor cabinet when a mere sip or two sent him spiraling.

He made some reply to the effect of "Ish for th' kests" as Robina and Aurora worked together to hoist him out of the tub.

"I think he's done for tonight," the small-framed fox muttered. "I'll be back later to show everyone out."

"Actually," Cream finally spoke up again with a sigh, stretching and standing up. It caused quite a splash as the water cascaded out of his fur. "I should be heading home. I have obligations to fulfill, y'know?" He gave a wide, cheeky grin and then hoisted himself out.

"Ali and I have work tomorrow, so we should probably go, too," Maria said, clearing her throat. Alines pouted at her slightly, but said nothing in argument. They, too, slowly climbed out of the tub and began toweling off.

"I think Caleb is about ready to go, too," Melanie added. "It was a hassle to drag him out here in the first place, so I won't fight him too hard." Justin's grandson huffed in mild annoyance and folded his arms over his chest. He had never even gotten in the tub, and so was perfectly dry; his wife, however, had joined temporarily, her signature swimsuit hardly out of place and having dried quickly.

"Sheesh, everyone leaving at once? Where's the fire?" Sako huffed. She glanced over at Irvina. "What about you?"

"Well... like I said, it was pretty difficult to slot in some time to visit," the black fox replied, smiling sheepishly. Squinting at her, the seven-tail realized she looked like she might pass out any minute, and sighed.

"Okay, fair, fair. You shouldn't force yourself for my sake, darling," she said. "You should probably go ahead home before you fall asleep on the road."

"Yes... I think I will." Irvina, too, stood up and stretched, splashing and groaning as she pulled herself onto the dry floor.

Everyone was heading out all at once, saying their farewells and grabbing some leftovers from the buffet that'd been laid out for the party before leaving. It wasn't long until the room was empty. Except for her stepson, his sweethearts, and the feline boy she was practically certain at this point wanted to be one of his sweethearts.

"What about you, Freyz? Are you heading out, too?" Robina asked. There was some small semblance of timidity in her voice that wasn't usually present--at least insofar as Sako had seen.

"I, uh..." He frowned slightly, seemingly unsure of what he wanted to say.

Seeing an opportunity to keep somebody around to pester and gossip with, the seven-tail cleared her throat and propped up her head on her wrist. "You surely want to stick around and soak up the warmth, don't you? After all, opportunities like this are rare," she said, looking up at the boy teasingly through her eyelashes.

His expression lost its frown, only to return to its usual unreadable blankness. "...Yeah, if Ald won't care, would it be alright if I stick around for a while?"

Robina nodded. "Of course. He's already said you're welcome to the place whenever you want. Just make sure to drain the water and set the filter when you leave."

Confirming her request with a nod, the feline eased back into the water and sighed as Robina walked away, carrying the rather large man with the help of the three-tail lazily hovering through the air at his side.

And that was that. It was just Sako and this boy. She couldn't help but smirk a little--without anybody else's conversations to hide behind and stay quiet, she could finally force him to talk a little, and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.

"So, how long have you and my stepson been friends?"

He glanced over at her, saying nothing for a second or two. It was unclear whether he was trying to size her up, or if he was trying to count out the answer to her response.

"It's been a few years now. ...Four? Five?" He replied. He trailed off after that. A tough cookie.

"Oh, really?" She hummed. "That's quite a while." Damn, she wished she had another bottle of liquor. She wondered if it'd be too greedy to get a third bottle... ...Then again, it wasn't like it would hurt her stepson's funding any. "Could you be a sweetheart and get a bottle of gin for me?"

The briefest look of concern flashed across the boy's face. Almost as if he wanted to ask her, "haven't you had enough?" but was too afraid to say anything.

"Yeah, sure." He slowly stood up, almost seeming to struggle under the weight of the water, before sloshing out over the floor to fetch something from the liquor cabinet.

"You're the sort of boy who's afraid of asking for what he wants, aren't you?" She hummed knowingly. Well, only sort-of knowingly; it was a guess, but it seemed fairly reasonable to assume.

Freyz paused for the briefest second as he started to open the cabinet. He didn't look over at her as he replied. "...Yeah. You could say that. I hate being a bother."

He reached into the cabinet and withdrew a bottle of clear liquor. The boy had a discerning eye; judging from the bottle he'd grabbed, it was one of the higher-quality things in stock.

"You're really just going to drink straight gin? This stuff will kill you."

"Hah! I've had worse," she replied.

"Whatever floats your boat."

Freyz closed the cabinet and turned around again. He paused and stared at the seven-tail for a moment, squinting, but produced no expression.

While he was turned around, she'd casually freed her top and tossed it off to the side. It was clear enough which team he was batting for, she thought, and with only them alone, it was nice to be able to set the girls free in the tub.

"Well? What're you waiting for, I ain't plastered yet," she ushered. Oh yes. Being as poker-faced as he was, he didn't seem to have any interest. 'I knew it.'

He stared blankly for a second longer, before stepping back to the tub and slinking in again. He held the bottle out to her; she took it, examined it briefly while turning it in her hand, and then unscrewed the cap. Down the hatch.

It burned a bit, but not nearly as much as other drinks she'd had.

"So, how long have you been after my stepson?"

He blinked in confusion. "...After your stepson? After Ald?"

"Who else would I be talking about?" She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Come on, it's clear as day. You ain't gotta parrot at me."

"...What?"

Sako was partway through lifting the bottle to her lips again when she stopped and squinted at him. She sighed, took another swig, and let the bottle down. "Look, I'm not gonna judge. You're a nice boy and you seem to have a good head on your shoulders. You wouldn't be the first boy he's dated."

With that, his composure finally cracked, and a bewildered look lit up his eyes. "What?"

There was silence for a few moments before he continued, "No, no no no, I'm not gay. There's nothing wrong with it, but it's... not my flavor," he replied. "Why do you think...?"

She gave a sharp bark of a laugh again. "Come on, you don't have to be shy! I'd like to think I'm a pretty open-minded woman."

"No, no really, I'm not."

She hummed, raising an eyebrow. "So, you are interested in women, then? So why aren't you making any passes at anybody here? So many girls, and not a single flirtatious line from you? On top of being practically attached to my boy at the hip."

He frowned. "I do like women. I'm just pretty sure everyone here's taken."

"Irvina's not. And last I heard, my boy's relationships are pretty open."

There it was. His mouth snapped shut, and his face flushed red, as if he'd been the one drinking the gin. ...Speaking of, she felt a little woozy. Maybe she shouldn't have pushed for the third bottle after all.

"So as I said before, you are too afraid to try and push for what you want, ha." She chortled quietly to herself, taking another drink despite her observation to her state. "Well, I feel pretty safe, then. A girl and a guy alone in a hot tub? Most people would be suspicious, but not one single person was afraid to leave me alone with you. Ha!" She smirked and tilted her head at him teasingly, breasts on full display. "You're utterly harmless, aren't you?"

He hunkered down in the water, face still flustered as he slightly glared at her. "I'm not that harmless," he retorted. "I'm just polite. God forbid I don't try and hump everything I see."

"Really?" She felt another wide, mischievous grin tug at the corner of her mouth. She set the gin bottle aside. It was already half drained. With that, she waded closer to him, settling directly beside him. This was what she'd hoped for--finally, she'd cracked his composure, and it was adorable. And highly amusing. What a harmless boy--a sheep tossed into the lion's den. The funnest kind to tease and torment.

With him hunched down in the water, only his nose and eyes above the surface, it was easy to hover slightly over him. Her tits dangled tantalizingly close, yet she felt totally unafraid.

"You've never even seen a pair of tits, have you?" She teased. She wasn't sure why she was feeling so particularly mean. Some other time, perhaps, she would've simply let the topic alone and basked in his embarrassment, harvesting amusement from his situation and continuing to enjoy her drink. But, perhaps it was from a combination of the liquor and just how sheepish this boy was. "Or touched them. Nor even kissed a girl, I bet," she pressed.

"Someone that passive is bound to be taking it from a boy. And you're always at Justin's hip. What do you expect people to think?"

There was another brief period of silence as she stared down at him. A foreboding feeling suddenly washed over her; it was something akin to being in the middle of a tropical storm and witnessing the winds and rains suddenly die down to nothing. To some, it might be a temporary reprieve; to others, a harbinger of far greater impending disaster.

"What about you, then?" The boy's voice quietly announced itself from the surface.

"Me? No, I don't want to fuck my stepson," she snorted.

"No. I mean, you're here in the middle of a pool party showing yourself off all carefree. All haughty, acting like nobody can touch you, and yet trying to tease them into it?"

A feeling of dread washed over her. Wait, where had this come from? The realization hit her, 'You pushed him too far.' Beware the quiet ones, they always said.

She'd only realized it too late.

Suddenly her wrists were captured in his hands, and he had pressed her against the side of the hot tub. His previously calm gaze seared through her like red-hot knives left over a burner. There was a cold, dangerous feeling to them, and it held her in place, unable to bring herself to move.

"You wanna talk a mad game, like you know somebody you don't even hear talk. You know what I think?" He uttered quietly, leaning in closer to her neck. Her breasts pressed against his chest. "I think you want to be had. Sitting there, daring anybody with the guts to touch you and take what they want."

She shivered, her heart starting to race. It was like she'd flipped a switch in him; he was a totally different person from the meek, quiet boy she'd seen all evening. "N-no...?" She replied, all of the gusto having melted from her voice. But... the way he said it made her even question it herself. Was he right, perhaps?

"Yes," he uttered quietly. Coldly. Enthrallingly. She couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together. A certain slippery, wet feeling not originating from the water in the tub sent electric tingling up her spine. "Why else flaunt yourself? You want to feel wanted, don't you? You get off to it. Being able to tease somebody into taking you despite not inviting them to your room is your biggest fantasy, isn't it?"

Her breathing hastened. She could feel herself trembling, and she wasn't sure if it was from excitement, or... excitement. She also couldn't bring herself to argue, and realized that she was actively pressing her breasts against him now. He was right. At least about her wanting to feel wanted.

And oh boy, did she feel wanted.

He pressed his body hard against her, pinning her that much more tightly to the wall of the tub. He craned his neck around her, and just a moment later a very small and sharp, stinging pain shot through her neck. Her vision blurred a little.

He was biting her, she realized. The realization elicited a quiet gasp from her lips, and she felt her body relax a little more. She spread apart her knees, and the boy immediately pressed himself between them. She could feel a rigid rod protruding from his swim trunks, pushing forcefully against her barely-protected slit.

His grip eventually fell from her wrists. She still didn't move, her wrists held up by the sheer, raw sense of subjugation he had her in. He sank into the water very slightly; she could feel him gently nibbling on her collarbone, sending more tingling through her neck and chest; she couldn't resist the quiet moan of pleasure that escaped her throat.

And then her bottoms were gone--that was the whole reason he'd sank down: to finish exposing her. Gods, he really was going to have his way with her. Excitement and anxiety flooded through her, quickly accompanied by the shame of realizing that she wasn't averse to the idea of him taking her at all.

She was still trying to come to grips with herself when it happened. As he rose back up, he pinned her to the side again. He was naked now, too, grinding his cock against her exposed slit. Shockwaves of pleasure rolled through her body as he touched her clit with each pass, and by raw instinct she opened up her thighs to permit him.

He wasted no time. She wasn't particularly used to taking it, but she could feel it pressing angrily against her entrance. She had one final, ever-so-slight reconsideration of letting him inside of her, but it was short-lived--with another push, he shoved the fleshy rod into her, and she collapsed her arms around his neck, her will broken as he gripped her hips for stability.

She helped him along, then, as he rocked his hips against her, his cock delving deeper into her with every thrust. It took all of her strength to avoid whimpering and moaning like a fresh college schoolgirl; she bit her lip as she pressed herself harder onto him. She wanted him deeper. Please, for the love of god. Pleasure shot through her like an electric current through a wire as he repeatedly parted her lips and drove himself in to the hilt.

An unfamiliar feeling coursed through her lower body, and her vision blurred again as her mind clouded over with ecstasy. Her legs, hips, and sides tensed harshly; she couldn't help but let out a quiet, shaky cry as she locked her legs around him, trembling from orgasm as she felt the drip of her fluids leaking across his cock.

After a few moments, the feeling subsided, and she had to catch her breath. He offered her no reprieve, using her hole like a toy the whole while. That feeling returned again, forcing her to lock up and stifle her cry again; her walls squeezed so hard against his member that they pushed him out.

She wanted him back. She wanted to feel full again.

Panting, still struggling to catch her breath, she uttered, "Please..."

She didn't have to say anything, it seemed. He had loosed his grip on her hips, but only with the apparent goal of turning her around and leaning her over the side of the tub. Her tails all dangled to the side, leaving her sensitive bits exposed.

She buried her face in her arms in shame and embarrassment again as he pulled her asscheeks aside, and without a wasted breath, he shoved his cock into her cunt again, violently forcing it in to the hilt again. She tensed, squeezing her thighs together, feeling the heat of his cock stroking her insides. The feeling was only slightly different, and it was exactly what she wanted--for him to be deeper. To penetrate her to the core of her very being.

Every thrust pushed her up further onto the deck, and sent another shock of pleasure through her as his balls struck against her clit. She didn't bother trying to hide her voice anymore, whimpering and whining and crying with pleasure as he abused her long-unused pussy.

She felt herself locking up again and braced herself, her mind going completely blank and dizzy as her cunt squeezed him mercilessly. Deep in the back of her consciousness, she realized he was jerkily driving to a halt--the realization struck her, and she weakly tried to utter "Wait...!" Unfortunately, her voice couldn't form words, and it only came out as an inelegant grunting mumble as he pumped her full of his seed.

It elicited another moan from her, feeling it fill and flood her. It wasn't a familiar feeling, but it was... simultaneously strange and slimy, mildly uncomfortable, and yet pleasing and satisfying all at once.

It was already done, so she didn't complain as he continued very gently rocking his hips against her ass, loosing more spurts of cum into her a couple of times before finally halting. She could hear him quietly sigh in relief behind her.

They rested there for some time, and Freyz clearly didn't want to remove his member from inside of her. She couldn't help but figure that if he had it in him, he'd take her a second time--possibly even a third. He rested against her ass and played with her breasts for some few minutes. Her nether regions ached, having been viciously bludgeoned far differently than she was used to. She'd masturbated a few times in the past, sure, but it never left her feeling sore or achy like this.

Of course, it also hadn't been nearly as satisfying as this.

She sighed with physical contentment, which was quickly stifled by intense guilt.

'Denmer must never know.'

Her legs were tingling and full of pins and needles. She'd tensed so hard several times that they had fallen asleep. Unable to move to upright herself, she buried her face in her arms again, before uttering Freyz's name.

"Hmm?" he mumbled, clearly still dealing with his own personal high as well.

"Don't tell anyone..." she uttered quietly. "Please."

There was no sound from him behind her. She could only assume he'd nodded and forgot to speak.

Good enough.