FA+
Shop
1652
Views
Views
77
Favorites
Favorites
Category
All / General Furry Art
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1280 x 1280
File Size 243.3 kB
Report this content
More from Stripes
Listed in Folders
Desmond hopped off the windowsill he was sitting on reading when the doorbell resonated. Earlier, his best friend Floyd had warned him he’d be coming over to give him something special, and the foxcoon was pretty sure it was about his birthday.
He quickly unlocked the door and opened it, his fox friend standing on the other side, holding a large clothing box under one arm while the other held another box, that looked like the ones used by bakeries. “Happy birth-whoa!” the taller fox started before his friend happily pouncehugged him, squeezing Floyd’s lithe body against his own. “Mmph, happy birthday, cutie.” He finished his phrase, hugging his friend as much as he could with his busy arms, while Desmond squeezed him tightly, his large striped tail swishing happily.
The two tods walked inside, Floyd setting both packages on the table. Desmond suggested some tea, but his excitement was palpable and the fox was afraid he might break himself if he waited any longer. As mature as Desmond was, it was cute how excited he could get over a surprise from a friend. “Don’t worry about the tea, let’s check what I got you.” He winked, first opening the bakery box, snapping the string around it, then scooting out of the way and letting the birthday boy open it. Desmond bit his lower lip as he gazed at the thick, 8-inches wide chocolate cake resting there, his eyes sparkling as he smiled at Floyd. “I am not sharing this with you, or anyone.” He said with a grin, the fox simply smiling. He knew Desmond well enough to know he was kidding, but Floyd’s good nature would have simply let his friend have the whole cake if he desired so.
Desmond’s birthdays were usually pretty intimate. Floyd was always there, along some common friends. This year, the foxcoon’s new girlfriend would also be joining them. Stripes, Floyd’s boss, said he’d pass by, but he couldn’t confirm for any of the other TM guys, whose interests in Desmond were more about hard sex than cake and candles. They had already contacted him individually, telling they’d give him a nice big gift in different levels of explicit and nasty.
The cake was packed back up and slipped in the fridge, and Desmond was pretty excited for the meat of the program, the clothing box. Floyd was a shopper, and he knew Desmond’s sizes as well as his own. “Dig in.” He simply invited his murrlatto friend, Desmond lifting the edge of the box, seeing at first nothing but colored silk paper. After removing the first layer, he found a small-sized t-shirt portraying the TM Studios logo. He had a giggle, lifting it out, liking the feeling of the soft, high-quality fabric. “I can get it in another color if you prefer.” Floyd mentioned, as Desmond pulled the t-shirt against his chest, sizing it up. “I love it.” The foxcoon reassured him, hastily removing his current shirt to slip in his gift, pulling on it and stretching his arms around. “This is awesome.” He ascertained, making Floyd rock on his feet a little, sharing in Desmond’s happiness. The younger tod trotted to the fox, and the two hugged tightly, rubbing cheeks softly, before Floyd broke it, nodding towards the box. “You’re not done.”
Within the same second as Floyd had said this, Desmond was pulling off another layer of silk paper, finding beneath a pair of quality briefs, flashy green, also supporting the TM logo. Floyd flashed a cooky grin. "This way you can carry your TM swag anywhere". Desmond pulled the underwear out, looking at it under every angle, before backing up into Floyd, almost purring at him. "You are awesome." The fox rolled his eyes and puffed his chest out a little, bumping the foxcoon back unto his own center of gravity. "I'm glad you like it, babe. Happy birthday." Desmond smiled and gave Floyd another squeeze, before shamelessly dropping his pants and current underwear, sliding his second gift on with a pleased murr. "So I guess these are steel-reinforced, if they're supposed to support your coworkers' junk?" He joked, getting clothed again. "Well, they're good quality, but I don't think they could support a bridge."
The two foxes continued their banter as they got Desmond's apartment ready for the little party. Floyd sighed softly, watching the other vulpine twink swirl around a little as he prepared cocktails. He really liked seeing Desmond happy.
Little gift for Ceeb because he's great and cute and writes me stuff. As far as I know, this is not his birthday, but I thought it was a nice backdrop to the story. :)
Floyd ->
stripes
Desmond ->
ceeb
Art by supa supa artist
negger kawaii desu ne.
He quickly unlocked the door and opened it, his fox friend standing on the other side, holding a large clothing box under one arm while the other held another box, that looked like the ones used by bakeries. “Happy birth-whoa!” the taller fox started before his friend happily pouncehugged him, squeezing Floyd’s lithe body against his own. “Mmph, happy birthday, cutie.” He finished his phrase, hugging his friend as much as he could with his busy arms, while Desmond squeezed him tightly, his large striped tail swishing happily.
The two tods walked inside, Floyd setting both packages on the table. Desmond suggested some tea, but his excitement was palpable and the fox was afraid he might break himself if he waited any longer. As mature as Desmond was, it was cute how excited he could get over a surprise from a friend. “Don’t worry about the tea, let’s check what I got you.” He winked, first opening the bakery box, snapping the string around it, then scooting out of the way and letting the birthday boy open it. Desmond bit his lower lip as he gazed at the thick, 8-inches wide chocolate cake resting there, his eyes sparkling as he smiled at Floyd. “I am not sharing this with you, or anyone.” He said with a grin, the fox simply smiling. He knew Desmond well enough to know he was kidding, but Floyd’s good nature would have simply let his friend have the whole cake if he desired so.
Desmond’s birthdays were usually pretty intimate. Floyd was always there, along some common friends. This year, the foxcoon’s new girlfriend would also be joining them. Stripes, Floyd’s boss, said he’d pass by, but he couldn’t confirm for any of the other TM guys, whose interests in Desmond were more about hard sex than cake and candles. They had already contacted him individually, telling they’d give him a nice big gift in different levels of explicit and nasty.
The cake was packed back up and slipped in the fridge, and Desmond was pretty excited for the meat of the program, the clothing box. Floyd was a shopper, and he knew Desmond’s sizes as well as his own. “Dig in.” He simply invited his murrlatto friend, Desmond lifting the edge of the box, seeing at first nothing but colored silk paper. After removing the first layer, he found a small-sized t-shirt portraying the TM Studios logo. He had a giggle, lifting it out, liking the feeling of the soft, high-quality fabric. “I can get it in another color if you prefer.” Floyd mentioned, as Desmond pulled the t-shirt against his chest, sizing it up. “I love it.” The foxcoon reassured him, hastily removing his current shirt to slip in his gift, pulling on it and stretching his arms around. “This is awesome.” He ascertained, making Floyd rock on his feet a little, sharing in Desmond’s happiness. The younger tod trotted to the fox, and the two hugged tightly, rubbing cheeks softly, before Floyd broke it, nodding towards the box. “You’re not done.”
Within the same second as Floyd had said this, Desmond was pulling off another layer of silk paper, finding beneath a pair of quality briefs, flashy green, also supporting the TM logo. Floyd flashed a cooky grin. "This way you can carry your TM swag anywhere". Desmond pulled the underwear out, looking at it under every angle, before backing up into Floyd, almost purring at him. "You are awesome." The fox rolled his eyes and puffed his chest out a little, bumping the foxcoon back unto his own center of gravity. "I'm glad you like it, babe. Happy birthday." Desmond smiled and gave Floyd another squeeze, before shamelessly dropping his pants and current underwear, sliding his second gift on with a pleased murr. "So I guess these are steel-reinforced, if they're supposed to support your coworkers' junk?" He joked, getting clothed again. "Well, they're good quality, but I don't think they could support a bridge."
The two foxes continued their banter as they got Desmond's apartment ready for the little party. Floyd sighed softly, watching the other vulpine twink swirl around a little as he prepared cocktails. He really liked seeing Desmond happy.
Little gift for Ceeb because he's great and cute and writes me stuff. As far as I know, this is not his birthday, but I thought it was a nice backdrop to the story. :)
Floyd ->
stripesDesmond ->
ceebArt by supa supa artist
negger kawaii desu ne.Category All / General Furry Art
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1280 x 1280px
File Size 243.3 kB
Comments