PSU - Chapter 3
First blood.
"Well, I'm off to the track meet. See you when I get home!"
Sarah waved goodbye to Ashley as the skunkette sprinted for the field beyond the stadium. There was still a little time before she would have to head for her next class, and her curiosity was quickly getting the better of her. What kind of person was this Mark Zibasch? Had he been here longer than her? What did he look like? An image of being trapped in one of the study rooms began to form in her mind. The door slammed shut as she turned. There, hiding most of the frame from view, stood a murky, hulking shadow. Featureless, it lunged for her, its strong fingers digging in to her fur. Bulging muscles effortlessly threw her down on the table. Sarah's legs shook gently. Her eyes slowly turned to face the building in the distance and the red panda tightened her grip on the handle of her sax case. With a quick turn she began to walk the path that lead back to Pallazo library. She had to know. It wouldn't take long to search the student directory for information on her first opponent.
Inside and past the welcoming foyer, she found a number of students sitting quietly at the long tables in the center, each absorbed in study. This was a crowd that Sarah could handle. Wordlessly she flitted between a scrawny rat carrying a stack of books in both paws and a chocolate-furred bunny who was reaching up to pry some history book down from the shelf, pulling her case up and squishing it against her chest as she turned to shimmy through, down the agriculture isle, off to the row of computer terminals that stood near the library's stairwell. Sarah sat down in the chair next to an uninterested bluejay who tapped away loudly at the keyboard in front of him with a vacant stare; the dulled ends of his talons struck a rhythmic, plastic melody as they danced along the keys.
Paw on the mouse, it only took a few seconds to bring up PSU's intranet and click on the solid blue text which read 'Student Directory.' Her fingers rested against the keys as Sarah stared at the empty text field. She couldn't deny that she felt a little excited, but the knot twisting in her stomach made her hesitate to begin typing the name. Was this really what she wanted? The corners of her muzzle drooped in a small frown as she idly tapped the ends of her claws against the keyboard. It was always so fun in her head, imagining all the amorous liaisons open to her now that she was a college girl; how daring she would be, there in her mind, approaching any and all who caught her fancy, their bodies melding smoothly as the red panda enjoyed what treats they had to offer and was enjoyed in turn. Fantasy Sarah was full of confidence when it came to others, just as much confidence as she found in herself when it was time to lift that reed to her lips. There was desire in her. She wished that she could feel what she imagined the others felt, the ones she would watch on her phone at night as she lay in her bed, one finger rubbing quick little circles around the button between her legs with its pad. To connect with another being in the most intimate way possible, to feel the ecstasy build inside her until it flooded her mind and wiped all thought away with a strong, raging tidal wave. There was never enough sometimes. Videos, pictures, stories, Sarah consumed them all. Back home she was always so afraid of being caught, and knew the unyielding weight of that shame would have crushed her flat; destroyed her completely.
Once when she was late in to her teen years, she remembered, her bottle felt ready to explode. All the suppressed desire had finally amassed to a point where they bubbled out of her, creating a yearning so strong the red panda could not stand another minute of it. There was no way she would have risked buying a toy. Nosy kid sisters and dildos did not mix, at all. So Sarah took the more innovative approach. One day while at the grocery store, she had purchased what she felt was a perfectly sized cucumber. The red panda had spent more than a few minutes inspecting each one there in the produce tray, comparing the size and girth to what she had seen late at night in her room while at her desktop, heart thumping and ears straining, any little sound making her head snap back towards her bedroom door and her paws scramble to pull her panties back up the black fur of her thighs which gently brightened in to the red that covered her hips and butt.
That night, after she was sure her parents and sister were sound asleep, Sarah sat at her computer chair quivering with anticipation as the thick, round edge of her make-shift lover pressed against her entrance. With a little petroleum jelly to help things along, it spread her open as the first inch slid inside, guided by shaky paws. The sensation was not the rush of euphoria the young red panda had expected. To her surprise, there was more discomfort than pleasure as the vegetable widened her tight virgin hole, but she would not stop. It was an act she had come to revere, watched over and over again on shaky amateur video, a moment she had seen hundreds of times, frozen in stark relief, plastered across a multitude of images. If something felt wrong, she must be doing it wrong, she thought. There was a brief sting followed by a quick jolt of pain as her hymen tore away and Sarah quickly lost her nerve, sliding the cucumber free of herself. A trickle of blood followed afterward, bright red that dripped down and stained the blue fabric of her cushion. She quickly disposed of her one-time lover, stuffing it deep down in to the kitchen trash. A few days later she was trapped in an extremely awkward conversation with her mother about the importance of wearing pads.
It wouldn't be the last experiment. Every year or so, the warm rush would come over her again, filling her body with a hunger that she could only stave off for so long. Sarah had been twenty-one when she risked buying her first dildo. There were only two sex stores in her small town, and it had taken her twenty minutes sitting out in her car before she could even stomach the thought of actually going inside. The visit was a quick one, though she did thank every star in the sky the small building been empty when she arrived; the only other being was a bored-looking tiger who sat behind the front counter and asked for her ID when she stepped inside. A multitude of choices were presented to the red panda. Bear, the ever popular canine with its bulbous swelling near the sheath, an intimidating line of silicon molds casts from horse, odd curves of the raccoon, all in a variety of sizes. Sarah settled on a humble squirrel of average size, a slender tip that quickly widened down to the base, almost like an oversized holiday light bulb. There was still pain as she practiced with him every so often, but eventually that would fade. Soon she could let her imagination wander as she laid there on her bed in the dark, stuffing herself full, without any discomfort at all. Sometimes she would get achingly close, but the little toy never seemed to be enough to push her in to that place of intense satisfaction; that would usually take a more paws-on approach.
The bluejay's wings stretched out slightly beside her as he repositioned them more comfortably against his back. Sarah's eyes flashed back to the monitor's gentle glow. M-A-R-K, her fingers slowly began. There was no harm in just looking, right? It wasn't like she had to do any more than that. Z-I-B-A-S-C-H finished the search term. With a deep breath, Sarah hit the enter key. What came back was a slight disappointment. There was no picture as Sarah had expected but hoped otherwise. He had attended PSU for three years, one year longer than the red panda. His major was in engineering and he resided in Scarlet Hall. Also listed was his email, [email protected] It told her next to nothing about what to expect from her rank twelve hurdle, bringing the red panda no more closer to a clear picture of just whom she was up against. Sarah spent a few minutes staring at the info, the email in particular, as a plan began to form in her mind. Perhaps she could lure him out somewhere public, maybe the cafeteria or the library, just so she could get a good look at him without giving away her identity. For that, she would need a cover; she certainly couldn't email him from her own college address. Popping open another tab, Sarah typed in the web address for a popular email service and began the account creation process. She settled on 'sexselmers' for her handle, surely that wouldn't give too much away even if Mark did understand the reference. A simple password, a few checks in the right boxes and Sarah had her new identity ready to go.
'Hi. You don't know me but--'
Her claw held the backspace key down.
'Hello, I was wondering if you would like to get lunch sometime? I-'
That wouldn't do either.
'Come to the library at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I have something important to tell you.'
It would never work, no way.
Sarah tried a few more times to find the right words, but they just wouldn't come. After deleting her tenth draft so far, the red panda leaned back in the chair and stared blankly at the text field. At some point her neighbor must have left, as the chair where the bluejay sat was now empty. Sarah drummed her claws on the top of the computer desk. She tried feverishly to wrangle her thoughts, to come up with something -- anything -- that might bring Mark Zibasch to a place and time of her choosing, but nothing would come. Maybe it was time to forget the whole thing, she thought. Collecting her sax case, Sarah rose from the chair and headed for the library doors.
The red panda tried to put the whole thing out of her mind over the course of the next four days, but all efforts proved futile. Every day, walking to class, eating lunch with Ashley -- the red panda could swear there was something different about her recently, but she could not quite put her nose on it -- Sarah would stare at her fellow students and wonder. On her way through the quad, her eyes lingered on a pudgy rat who was speaking to an equally portly rabbit. She imagined the both of them alone in a dark classroom, naked and entangled on top of the workstation. one tongue lapping against the other from parted muzzles as they furiously ground their hips together. There was no respite for her wandering mind anywhere. Every student she passed, she would ask herself the question. Is he a member? Is she? By the end of the week she had exhausted her fairly extensive knowledge of sexual positions, each featuring a different pair of faces that she had passed that particular day. Swinging the door open with a sigh, Sarah stepped in to the band hall to find her chair and prepare for this week's practice with the jazz ensemble.
No sooner than the red panda had taken her sheet music out of her case and placed it upon the stand in front of her, all of her focus was shattered by a blanket of snowy white fur. It appeared in the corner of her eye, and Sarah could not stop herself from turning to stare intently, as if a strong paw had placed itself on the top of her head and forced her to take it all in. Sally Homi had arrived. Sarah had always admired the bunny's svelte frame, almost with a small twinge of jealousy; and certainly respected her as a trumpeter, though they never spoke. Today Sarah saw Sally in a completely different light. Immediately her mind flew back to that first visit of Aganom Hall's basement, and the names she spied upon the club roster. The white bunny chatted with Paul Thompson -- the band director -- as she opened her trumpet case, a pleasant smile across her lips. Sarah did not hear a word. All she could register were the flood of images her mind had concocted the second the bunny had stepped in to view. Half-lidded red eyes that pleaded for release over twitching pink nose. A mouth opened in a long moan. Paws that clutched at the back of some domineering male stood between her spread her legs as she sat on the edge of a table and drew closer to her release.
"All right, everyone, I think we've got the intro and the head down. Let's hear the chorus. Measure twenty." The old wolf raised his paws and everyone came to the ready.
Sarah shook her head and quickly placed the reed between her lips. As she played, she could not take her eyes from the white rabbit that sat not twelve feet away from her. She watched her cheeks puff out with each note, followed the dexterous slender fingers as they pressed down on the trumpet's valves. A wave of the wolfs hand and silence fell. Sarah finally broke the spell over her and turned to her instructor.
"Good, good. We need to tighten a few things up. Jacob, I think you were off beat for a second there but you caught it. Make sure you're counting properly. Sounding good, guys. Um, let's try the next piece."
The little red panda removed the sheet in front of her and slipped it behind the row underneath. The past week's events had interfered with her concentration, she had not nailed the pieces by memory quite yet, which made her worry slightly. Something was going to have to change soon, she decided. Placing the reed back in her lips, she scanned the music. Five-four, naturally. Two flats. A number of the measures were filled with sixteenth notes, a real nice finger workout, but nothing she felt she could not handle. Sarah's eyes lifted back to Sally. Sally was staring right back at her. Suddenly her heart was in her throat.
Those deep crimson eyes felt like they were carving away at the red panda like a piece of meat, hacking and tearing everything until there was nothing of her left. Blood red, the color of passion and danger. Sarah felt both in an overwhelming mixture as the rabbit stared her down, trumpet pressed underneath her stubby nose.
"Sarah? You ready?"
Sarah swallowed, the connection mercifully severed, but so much of the feeling remained coating her maw like cotton. "Y-yesh," the response came like a dry fall wind from between her teeth and around the reed of her saxophone.
"All right. One and two and--"
Sally was not the only name she had recognized from the roster. There was also the badger, Tomas Anderton. Sarah could not bring herself to look at him when she attended her creative writing class. Upon entry and exit, she fought to keep her head low and eyes down, not wanting to risk even so much as a glance in his direction. Now she wondered if, during the entire class, the badger might have been staring at the back of her head; scheming, plotting, imagining what he was going to do to her once they met in the proverbial ring. He was not much taller than her and of average build, but Sarah was more concerned with what might be laying in wait for her underneath that noticeable bulge in his jeans she would sneak a peek at every so often. As the notes came her fingers struggled to keep up with them.
There was no place like home, Sarah thought, as she shut the door of the apartment behind her. She could still smell a hint of Ashley in the air but it was an old smell and unusually pungent to a small degree. Sarah had missed her at lunch. Forced to sit alone, eyes frantically darting around to the faces of her fellow students, the red panda ate as quickly as she could and retreated. After throwing her sax case on to her bed, the red panda returned to the kitchen and began poking around the fridge. Things were starting to look a little barren; it would be time for a trip to the market soon. Producing a plate with a sizable mound covered in foil, Sarah turned to the counter top to set it down and collect some utensils. Fork, knife and a shiny double-jawed chitin cracker.
Peeling back the foil revealed the segmented, gleaming body of the isopod, curled in to a neat little semi-circle on top of not-so-crisp-anymore lettuce. Sarah had finished off half of it by herself the previous night while Ashley had been out. The skunkette had arrived home a few minutes later than usual, a little too long for a growing girl like Sarah; she quieted the rumbly in her tumbly with half of the insect before Ashley finally returned, apologizing profusely for not waiting on her first, but the skunkette assured her she did not mind. The thought of eating a whole isopod by herself, even if it was over the course of two days, made Sarah feel a little body-conscious. Besides, the right thing to do would be to save some for her bestie when she finally made it back.
Taking the knife, Sarah slid it along one of the sections of the creature's plates -- about half of what was left -- and pressed down until the blade cut its way through. She trimmed the legs from it with the cracker; she had never liked those, despite her mother's insistence they were good for her. Catching the curved handle between two of her toes, Sarah swung the bottom door of the cabinet behind her open. Turning, she squatted in front of the opening and peered inside. There was still a little bamboo left, perfect for rounding out the meal and filling the empty space in her belly.
Sarah laid on her bed, stomach gurgling as it slowly digested the delicious bugmeat and fiber. It was late in the evening now, very late, but she was sure that there had been no sound of the front door opening yet, no sound of Ashley's claws on the hardwood floor. It was odd, she was never out this late. Maybe the track meet had run long? As if on cue, Sarah's phone flashed and vibrated in her paw, a message popping up directly in the middle of the screen. It was from the Clerk and only consisted of two characters.
'14,' it read.
The Clerk had gone over the terminology and etiquette of his communications with the two before they left the club's HQ that day. Sarah knew that if the Clerk ever texted anyone just a number, that number was their updated position in the rankings. This text declared to Sarah that she was now rank fourteen in the Amateur Bracket. With a flick of her fingerpad, the message vanished and Sarah returned to her story. It was a few moments later when the realization hit her. If she was now rank fourteen, that would mean...
The front door of the apartment flew open with a slam and closed with the same. Speedy footfalls rushed across the living room floor, barely stopping outside her bedroom door, and in rushed the skunkette, panting for breath.
"I told him... to give me a few minutes head start before... texting you."
"Ashley... Did you...?"
"Yup! You're looking at rank ten in the Amateur Bracket, girl!"
The skunkette had a wide grin plastered across her face and an ill-fitting brown shirt that hung loose from her body, almost like a very short hospital gown; stretched across the chest was the logo of a popular punk band, Nestheif. Sarah could see her beautiful black and white fur was rather disheveled, as was her usually thoroughly-groomed tail, but what really drew her attention was the large, dark spot in her jean shorts that spread out from between her legs. The smell that wafted in after her demanded equal attention; the aroma of female skunk was strong; very strong. Underneath that lay something a little more exotic to Sarah's nose. Male, definitely, but the species was harder for her to place.
"What... How?" Sarah could only gape.
"My plan worked is how!"
The skunkette quickly rushed to the bed and sat down beside the red panda before a look of stupor washed over her and she quickly rose again to inspect the mess at her crotch.
"Oh. Uh, sorry. But you remember, right? My plan?"
"Um, you said you were gonna... force...?"
"I said I was gonna make sure my opponent didn't refuse, and that's what I did! All right, let me start from the beginning. So I went to HQ to get a look at all the names in the Amateur Bracket and decided to go for the number ten spot. Nice round number, right? Oh, I took the liberty of scoping out your competition too, that Mark Zibasch."
"What?" Sarah jolted upright on her bed.
"Uh huh. You've got nothing to worry about, scrawny cheetah. You'll take him no problem, just be careful of those nubs, yeah? Anyway! All my main attention went to number ten -- ex-number ten -- Travis. Benedict."
For the past week Ashley had done her research on the rank ten fighter, Travis Benedict. Taking a cue from Sarah, she had looked him up in the student directory to find his major and asked around for any info she could obtain on his schedule. Once she knew what classes he attended and when he attended them, it was a simple matter to use her free time to follow him around campus and observe.
"He's scrawny too, like your cheetah, but maybe even more so being avian and all. Kinda nerdy, glasses. He's a crow."
Now Sarah had a species to place with the mystery smell.
"So you stalked him all week?"
"Well, long enough to get his pattern down. And don't call it stalking. Or maybe do? I mean, I knew this guy was prey as soon as I laid eyes on him."
"And?"
"Well, he put up--. I'll get to that later, listen."
Another mystery was solved for the red panda. All week, Ashley had neglected to bathe every day. With the exertion she put herself through at the gym, it allowed a rather strong aroma to collect around the skunkette. Surely that was the cause of the lingering smell in their living-room-slash-kitchen.
"I wanted to make sure this guy got a big whiff of what I'm offering, as well as a sneak peek."
The reason Ashley had been late the previous night was all due to her plan as well. To determine what his schedule would be like, Ashley had tracked him down to the student lounge and sat in a nearby seat, back to the unsuspecting crow. When she overheard him talking to a friend about an evening trip to the library the next day, she knew it was time to strike. All that day she had followed Travis Benedict, even to the point of ditching a few of her classes, and did everything in her power to make the lanky avian notice her. An outfit was chosen to maximize her chances of that. Scandalously short cutoffs, frayed at the edges, that barely covered half of her heart-shaped rump, along with her smallest halter top; perfect for showing off her beautiful black-furred legs, the lean muscle of her tummy and the pert rise of her chest.
Ashley decided to start with an old classic. She was fortunate enough to catch him sitting alone in the cafeteria earlier that day and after collecting her tray she moved past the crow with a swing in her hips like a wrecking ball. Just as she knew she had come in to view in front of him, her claw flicked a wheat roll off the tray and on to the floor where it bounced a few inches before rolling to a stop. 'Oh nuts', she had exclaimed before bending over to pick it up, her majestic tail lifted high in the air. As it swatted a breeze in the crow's direction, Ashley did her best to fumble with the piece of bread, really milking the view for her soon-to-be prey. The skunkette knew he would be going to his motion picture sound and post production workshop afterward. After dumping the tray, she made her way to the hallway.
As she waited at the corner just a few feet from the classroom door. A lot of attention came her way. Some knockout skunkette was leaned against the wall, head peeking around the corner like she was the lookout of a bank robbery that could go south any minute; it raised curiosity. Many heads turned to stare at her as they passed, and as nostrils flared, those heads usually stayed turned even as their bodies continued forward. When the crow finally came in to view, Ashley quickly ducked behind the corner and waited. Her ears twitched as she heard the clacking of talons draw closer. Steadying herself, she began a silent countdown. Louder came the clicking sound around the corner. When she had reached zero, Ashley quickly whipped around the corner and right in to the body of Travis Benedict. The skunkette caught him, arms around his back, before the wide-eyed crow could topple over. 'Oh, I'm so sorry!' she had said as she held him against her, his beak angled down her top and plunged between her soft breasts. 'I was in such a rush, I didn't notice where I was going!' Ashley moved though her performance with a practiced ease, burying the crow under silky apologies as she ever so subtly rubbed herself against him. Travis was too shocked to respond. His arms hung limp at his sides, wings spreading slightly as the muscles went slack and he stared up at the skunkette's smiling face. After Ashley had straightened the pair of glasses perched high up his beak and served him one finally apology, she sauntered off down the hall and out of the building. Soon enough, she thought, the real fun would begin.
"So, fast foward to this evening. I wasn't sure when he would be heading to the library so I wound up spending hours there waiting. At first I was so excited, I couldn't keep still. Two hours later I was about to die. At least I got some reading done, I guess. But finally he showed!"
The crow stepped in to the main foyer of the library, one talon clutching the strap of his shoulder bag. Ashley watched from behind the shelves, a hungry shimmer to her eye. The excitement came back quickly enough.
"It could not have gone more perfectly, I swear. At first I was worried about how I was gonna get him if he sat down at the tables, but he didn't! He headed straight for the back and up the stairs to the study rooms. Oof, I felt like I just finished my morning warmup, the way my heart was going."
Ashley's head poked out from around the corner of the second floor hallway as she watched the crow pick out a study room and enter. With baited breath and a racing heart, she bounded to the door and laid her paw upon the handle. It was game time. The skunkette bounced in place for a few moments; getting hyped, getting ready. A turn of her wrist and a second later, Ashley strode in to the study room. With her back to the door, she pressed it closed behind her as she stared at the slack-beaked crow that had not even fully removed his shoulder bag. It dropped to the floor during the silence between them. All it took was a few steps to bridge the distance between them, and the skunkette wrapped her arms around the crow's back, her claws teasing the feathers of one of his wings while the other paw cradled the middle of his shoulders.
"I challenge you," she whispered in to the little feather-covered hole right behind his eye, which widened with what Ashley could only describe as total panic; she liked that.
It was a real surprise to the skunkette when the crow managed to push her down on to the table. Before Ashley could begin to sit up, the crow's talons dug in to her tight halter, ripping the strained fabric right down the middle as soon as he yanked backward. Her breasts bounced free as the remains fell away and Ashley yelped in dismay.
"Y-you weren't wearing a bra?" Sarah asked, rapt.
"Well... I wanted him to get a good preview before I challenged him, y'know? That was the whole point. I even rubbed them to get 'em good and hard before I bumped in to him."
Still at a loss as to how she had all ready come to a disadvantage when things were going so well, Ashley barely moved as the crow grabbed for her hips and lowered his beak to her chest, capturing one of her nipples in the tip. Lush pressure squeezed around her sensitive nub of flesh as it was squashed in the crow's beak like a ripe berry. The skunkette cried out, arms behind her to prop herself up. It definitely hurt, her opponent was not holding much back, but only enough to shock her senseless for a few moments as the sweet pain shot through her chest.
"I kinda didn't know what to do. I was afraid of being too rough with him, you know how avian bones are, but the scrawny bastard had no problems trying to give it to me. I wasn't worried, though. Just needed a little time to think, so I grabbed his beak and tried to force it apart. Shove him away as soon as I was free."
Her biceps flared, one paw gripping the top of the crow's beak -- the other trying to work a few fingers inside for leverage -- and slowly the distracting sting in her nipple began to lessen as the crow's beak widened. It was a diversion, Ashley quickly learned, as she felt her shorts begin to tug down her thighs. With her paws busy, there was no way to stop her corvid adversary from pulling them down nearly to her knees. Enough was enough, Ashley decided. Hollow bones or not, it was time to take this more seriously. With a rough shove, the crow stumbled back, flailing until he smacked against the study room wall and stood motionless.
The skunkette hopped off the table, paws catching hold of her shorts to yank them back up her wiggling hips. With a savage grin, she lept at the crow, easily catching his wrists as his talons came out to try and catch her as she approached. Grunts filled the small study room as the two pushed against each other. The crow extended his talons, trying to catch hold of some part -- any part -- of the skunkette to gain at least a tiny advantage. Ashley was not having any of that. It took effort, the guy was stronger than she had originally given him credit for, but not quite strong enough to overpower the athletic skunkette. As she stepped in closer to his body, she pulled one of his arms around her waist, clamping it against her side with a forearm. Her other paw released his wrist and hooked underneath his arm, pulling it upwards as she grabbed for the back of his neck. The crow's free talon moved for Ashley's chest, and she had no doubt he would grab and twist with all he had; it would be enough to bring her to her knees, at least. She made sure he never got the chance. With a step and a pivot, the skunkette twisted the crow over her hip and slammed him in to the floor. His glasses flew, skittering along the carpet until they came to a rest underneath the round table.
Ashley was straddling his waist, toned rump pressed against the crotch of his pants, before the crow even realized what had happened. Maybe not wearing a bra was a bad idea, the skunkette thought to herself as she reached to recaptured the crow's wrists in her paws. It would have given her at least some protection from his talons, something he would have to get around that would give her time to act. The asshole had not trimmed them completely blunt; a little edge to help him out in his matches, she presumed. It was a lesser athlete who depends on such cheap advantages, in her opinion. However, she was going to have to find a way to guard herself while mounting an offense against the crow. The skunkette could feel him through their clothes, pressed between her crack. Scrawny Travis was excited enough about being dominated by this toned, pungent track star that his member had slid from his opening, but he was still limp. If she was going to win, she would need to fix that.
Raising his arms above his head, she held them against the floor with one paw. The crow's beak fell open as Ashley spread out on top of him, her breasts squashed between them as her chest met his. She released a sultry moan, all for show, as she licked at the tip of his beak and writhed across his body. It only took a few kisses along the underside for the crow to give in and extend his thin, black tongue from his mandibles, which Ashley quickly attacked with her own. With her head cocked to the side and maw opened just enough to encompass the tip of his beak, their tongues brushed against one another, quickly withdrawing before thrusting out again like lighting to crash head on. Ashley took it inside her mouth, her parted lips closing around the warm flesh as she sucked the flavor from him. The skunkette could feel it was certainly having an effect. Of course little Travis would be the type to like the kinky stuff, she chuckled to herself; kinky from the perspective of avian culture, at least.
Now was the perfect time to press her offensive. Slowly, her free paw began to work his shirt up his stomach. When it had reached his chest, Ashley slid her paw underneath and began to stroke at his breast feathers tenderly. There were no sensitive nipples to attack directly, but she had an idea of what spots usually did the trick for avians and how they needed to be touched; thank you, internet porn. Underneath her, poor Travis began to squirm. He knows he's in trouble, she thought, and it made her grin around the tongue sticking in to her mouth. Without that pesky shirt in the way, there would be all the more to caress. It would only take a second to lift it over his head and toss it aside. Then it would be time for some payback for her rough treatment earlier. Ashley sat up, the crow's tongue slipping from her mouth as she straightened. Her paw came away from his wrists and joined the other at the hem of Travis' shirt. Maybe he would get a grope or two in, but Ashley was ready to yank the brown cloth over his head and prepare to defend herself the instant it was gone. Her arms tugged upward. The shirt would not budge further than the middle of the crow's chest.
"I froze."
The crow's talons unbuttoned the front of Ashley's shorts before pulling the zipper down. When she felt the curved back of his talon press between her lips and slide up to squish her clit, the skunkette had a moment of warm bewilderment that folded around her body and wrapped her up. As it snaked its way through every inch of flesh, she felt herself relax and her muscles loosen.
"You weren't wearing panties either?!" Sarah choked.
"I thought it would just be something else to block my scent! Jeez, this match really taught me about the importance of clothes. I guess not wearing underwear is just an advantage for your opponent in the end, huh? So is being so dumb you forget avian shirts and jackets button in the back to fit around their wings."
An instant later and the crow had pulled the back of her shorts down and tucked the waistband underneath her round ass, and was letting his talons get a good, firm grip on both her cheeks. Ashley felt herself spread and kneaded. Each time her rump was pulled apart and squished back together, she could feel the prickly ends of the crow's talons charge through the fur and tease the flesh underneath. It was dangerously pleasant. The crows ministrations came to an abrupt end when she felt one of his talons release her and the other dig in. As Ashley reached back and grabbed hold of his wrist, the flat palm of his talon came cracking down on her ass cheek with a firm smack that made her butt jiggle and her tail stand on end. Whatever power she had to yank that talon away left her through her gaping mouth, carried out with the loud moan that passed her lips. Her back arched, her balance shifted. The skunkette leaned to the side and had to catch herself with her paw to stay on top of the crow and keep him pinned to the floor. Another swat came down on the back of her ass and Ashley shuddered.
As a now very pleased with himself Travis raised his talon for another vicious strike to the sexy skunkette's vulnerable rear, all of the air was promptly squeezed out of him. When his claws met the dark fur that covered Ashley's toned ass, it just didn't have the same strength behind it as it had before. If he hoped to keep having an effect on the skunkette's composure, he would need every bit of strength that scrawny body could put out; which was now crushed tight between two thick quadriceps that cut in to his sides. Thinking fast to save her somewhat sore behind, Ashley had grabbed the front of Travis' shirt and pulled him up off the floor. Just a few inches, enough to get his lower body deeper between her thighs. At this point it would have given Ashley genuine pleasure to crack him like a nut, but that was not the condition for victory. This little dweeb had cost her a top, it was only fair she do the same. Her claws dug in to the shirt on either side of her chest. Muscles flexing, Ashley pulled until she heard the sound of buttons popping and fabric tearing. A quick yank upward and the shirt came right off.
Those jeans were next. Ashley scooted down his legs and started working on the button. The crow sat up, grabbing for her headfur, but it was too late to save his pants. The skunkette stood up in a flash, her paws gripping the sides of his jeans and began to jerk them down his legs. Her shorts, meanwhile, slid down her thighs and hung about her knees. Back on the floor and legs up in the air, Travis thrashed to dislodge the skunkette. Before Ashley could get out of the way, one of his feet slammed in to her breast and the skunkette toppled over. Travis' jeans came with her. The shorts around her knees had prevented her from retaining any balance and so she kicked them loose before looking back to her opponent as he rose from the ground. Tight white briefs clung to his waist, and there peeking over the elastic was the tip of his jet black member.
"Tighty whities. What a dork," Ashley snorted.
Travis lunged for her. As he came close, Ashley's paws gripped at the waist of his undies and she gasped an instant later when his talons wrapped themselves around her throat. With a slight grimace, the skunkette pulled down the crow's last piece of defense. His cock bounced straight in front of him, tapping Ashley on the nose. Claws around her windpipe or not, the crow had let her get in to a very dangerous position, which Ashley wasted no time capitalizing on. Her lips parted as her muzzle opened, and in slipped the crow's slick cock across her tongue. The grip on her throat weakened as the crow's moan spilled out in to the study room, soon followed by lewd slurps as the skunkette's nose met the feathers just above his opening and she was rewarded with the peculiar tang of male bird.
"I thought it was gonna be over right there, until his grip tightened up again. He was being serious too! Like, he was really trying to choke me! I gagged a little. Then, I got an idea. It was risky as hell, but... I guess that's why it excited me."
"W-What was it?"
"I was gonna let him keep choking me."
Ashley grabbed his wrists, slowly prying them away from her throat so the skunkette could take a few more deep breaths through her nose. Then, slowly, she allowed him to overpower her. The talons came back around her neck, squeezing tighter as she stopped pulling against them. Her body relaxed and was guided down to the floor by her opponent who laid on top of her between her spread legs. Ashley wriggled until she felt the length of his cock sandwich between her pussy lips.
"I gave him a few seconds to see if he was gonna take the bait."
The crow's hips positioned themselves. As they eased forward, Ashley gurgled a soft moan, her eyelids drooped. Soft pats of feather against fur began to spread through the room, Travis wasted no time getting to work with steady, solid thrusts. The scrawny avian was giving it all he had, pumping himself right up her warm, slick tunnel as his talons squeezed at her throat.
"I've had much bigger," Ashley grinned. "Eventually I start to feel a little dizzy. I kept thinking 'hurry up, hurry up, hurry up' while this guy was trying to choke the life out of me."
Each time she felt him withdraw and hilt himself again, Ashley's throat rumbled a little moan that vibrated her closed teeth. Travis glared down at the skunkette with an open beak. The crow was completely silent for the first few minutes, but gradually there game a low grunt from out of his maw that grew louder as his hips began to slow down.
"Honestly, um..." The skunkette brushed her headfur out of her eyes as she regarded the floor. "It was starting to feel pretty good. Maybe if he had kept up the pace, he might have got somewhere. But when he slowed down, I knew it must have been because he was getting close and realized I was still way behind. That's when I knew he was mine."
Like lightning, Ashley's spread legs snap around the crow's waist, her calves crossed behind his back. Rocking against him, she pulls his hips forward with her leg lock, forcing his thrusts back up to a speed the skunkette felt she could handle.There was no escape from her now. A look of frenzy fills his eyes as the crow realizes he had been caught in the skunkette's trap. His talons release her throat, and Ashley takes a deep gasping breath that quiets the burning in her lungs. She loses it seconds later in a vigorous yell as her nipples twist sharply, pinched between vicious talons. Her body bridges, almost losing the crow's dick from her folds as well as her leg's hold against his back. She arcs over the study room floor, eyes clenched tight.
"That was the only time I was worried he might have me, if I couldn't put a stop to that." Ashley's paws moved to rub her chest, the memory of that pain still fresh in her mind.
Weak with a honeyed mixture of pleasure and pain, it took the skunkette a little longer than she would have liked to pry the zealous crow's talons off her sensitive nipples, and she yelped again as they were roughly yanked free from his clutch. Her fingers laced with his claws and she applied a crushing grip with no intention of letting go until this was over and settled.
"I was getting kinda close, but I figured he must be even closer. I knew if I went any faster for too long I might accidentally pop before he would, but I tried to push it all away and just go for it!"
Muscles tightened again with renewed conviction. Her strong legs squeezed the crow forward in to her rolling hips. They were both panting now, and the skunkette could feel her juices run down the fur of her ass crack; probably some of his too, she hoped. Suddenly the crow was trashing wildly and Ashley strained to keep him under control. It all came to a stop when his parted beak lifted, pointing straight at the ceiling, and Ashley felt him throb softly inside her. Victory.
"I was so happy I grabbed my shorts and ran straight to HQ to announce it! Made him give me his shirt so I wouldn't get expelled for streaking," Ashley said as she stuck out her tongue. "I could feel his -- y'know -- leaking out of me but I didn't care. I did it."
Sarah could feel something leaking out of her as well while she sat, wide-eyed, and hoped Ashley didn't notice.
"T-that's amazing, Ashley. Wow..."
"For a first match, it was pretty much everything I had hoped it would be. I can't wait to go up against some of the real pros!"
After they had finally said their goodnights, Sarah reached under her bed and produced a small box. Inside was her old friend, the squirrel. That night, she didn't need any extra help to make herself explode in pure ecstasy. The mental images of Ashley there on the floor of the study room, taken by her slender avian opponent made her cum harder than she almost ever had; that accolade was reserved for the fantasies featuring her chestnut stallion, of course. After she had enjoyed her afterglow, panting hard and heavy, Sarah cleaned herself up. Laying there on her bed, she produced her phone, opened her email app, and began writing a very special message.
'Tomorrow night. Midnight. Music hall. You are challenged.'