A Future Fur for All

Nick Clegg sat down in the Liberal Democrat Constituency HQ. He sighed and glanced at his watch. “11:50” It read. He shook his head and slumped down further on the chair. Why had it had to end like this? What of all his hopes? What of all his dreams and ambitions for a New Britain? They were probably destroyed by wave upon wave of ignorant, elderly Daily Mail readers who went out in storm to the polling booth to elect a Con Artist in blue. The types who’d elect a leader on how good he looked or if he sounded nice. Clegg rested his muzzle in his paws at the thought of that smarmy tailhole , Cameron becoming Prime Minister for half a decade. The thought of PR in the UK was crashing faster than a UKIP plane.

“Don’t worry Mr Clegg” Said a gruff Scottish voice in his ear. He looked around to see the large one eyed Scottish bear-Gorden Brown, kneeling next to him.  “Gorden” Clegg exclaimed, ears perking up. “How did you get in here without noticing”. He said. He looked around to see no one about but him and the prime minister. “Oh don’t worry Clegg I have my ways” He said before kissing Clegg on the cheek. The Liberal Democrat would have fallen backwards off his chair in shock if it were not for the lovely soft fur against his own. “G-g-g-orden, why?” He stammered; paw reaching down to his crotch. “Because though you haven’t gotten real in politics, I think you can get real in bed. A lover of substance if you will” Clegg looked down at the great bear’s fine Scottish package and grinned, feeling his own tingle.

“Love that is not the style of old party politics?” Clegg said, starting to beam ear to ear as he took his suit off. “Of course Clegg” replied Brown who was doing the same. “We know we want each other and like that Toff’s banners say. We cannot go on like this” He said, winking. The two started to slip their suits off. Ties flung onto the chair along with their coats, trousers, shoes and then finally, their socks and pants. While they were doing it, both seemed to gaze at each other’s manhood intently as if was a marginal seat. Both furred cocks erected as this was done. Clegg looked at Brown’s penis. It was slightly shrivelled and old, much like the man himself but also like the man himself, Clegg saw the experience and toughness that would improve any “session”. At the same time Brown noticed Clegg’s member. It was longer, smoother and whole rows of clothing could be hung like a parliament.

The two started pressing together, feeling each other with their paws. Gordon grunted happily as he contemplated activities that’d get him thrown out of a BnB. Clegg meanwhile grabbed the large rump of the one eyed Scotsman, large and long lasting like a Labour majority.  The two did not waste any time though as Clegg bent down, raising his fine bushy tail above the head of the PM. His anus was so fine that even a BNP member would turn homosexual at the sight of it. “Ready for my stimulus package?” Gordon asked. “Always” Clegg replied as the massive Scot cock was inserted into his rear like a trident missile. Clegg was not one for the heave ho of old style politics but here he was willing to make an exception. The two went at it madly and the grunting and groaning was so loud that you’d think that someone hear it.

“You’re a desperate bear” Clegg moaned. “..and you are a bigoted woman” Brown replied dirtily. “You’re good at this though” He moaned. “Not even Harriet Harman was this good and don’t get me started on how Mr Darling took the forces of hell from me” “I-I learnt from Vince” Clegg stammered his paws slipping slightly he stepped on the growing puddle warm puddle of sticky liquid. The two may have not wanted to work together as a coalition but now, in the Lib Dem stronghold of Sheffield, there was a strong collation of love. Finally Brown let out a massive groan that only a Scotsman could produce and spilled his seed. Clegg churred, looking dazed but happy. “W-whatever the result Gordon. You can be in my cabinet any night”. The two sat down naked, looking at the clock, still panting heavily. “I think we have achieved a high standard of excellence.” Brown said. “Yes. More than that second rate Blair could ever produce.” Clegg replied. “Oooh don’t get me started with the times I had with Tony” Brown chuckled, looking off into space, as if he was reminded about good times. “He left a legacy alright. I think Lord Mandalson will never forget him.”

Suddenly with a bang was heard and Clegg and Brown spun round to locate the source of the noise. In the door way stood a pudgy eagle creature, one eye seemed to be not working properly and there seemed to be traces of fruit on his body. His cock was erect however. “Clegg stammered, N-Nicolas it’s not what it looks like” Clegg said he felt his heart sink like South Korean ship. “This is going to be some election indeed” he moaned...

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