How to Have an Ear-gasm
*You press the 'play' button on your video player. Preparing to watch the show you taped (late) last night. Finally, a chance to watch it! There's a moment of static, and then the picture clearly shows, proceeding to cycle into motion. You're greeted by the sight of a mouse and a bat standing in the middle of the screen (against a soft-lit background). These are the traditional hosts of the program. You begin to watch with eagerness ... *
"Hi," says the pink-furred bat. She's got a blunt muzzle and swept-back, angular ears. And a stubby, rudder-like tail. And she's pink all over. Her fur a mixture of carnations, salmons, roses. Lots of pinks. Her eyes a deep, deep pink. And the fangs protruding from her muzzle are very sharp. Giving her a toothy, playful look. Her arms are winged, and to her sides. The wings velvety (from the looks of them). "I'm Adelaide," she says. "And this is my mate, Field." She nods to the mouse standing next to her.
The mouse nods shyly. You wager a guess that, beneath his fur, he's blushing. His fur is an earthy honey-tan. He has large, dishy ears. That are swiveling. He has a sniffing nose and twitching whiskers, and a silky-pink, ropy tail (which is snaking behind him). He's not doing as good a job at standing still as the bat is. And he nods again.
"Today's episode of 'YIFFme!" she says, referring to the show's title (an acronym for: "Yes, Instructional Fucking For me!" ... " ... revolves around a topic we've gotten a LOT of letters about," the bat continues. She looks to the mouse.
"Yes," says Field, shyly taking a deep breath. Swallowing. "Yes. Today, we look at how to have an ... an ear-gasm," the mouse says. "An orgasm obtained solely through stimulation of the ears."
"The art of ear-sex," the bat finishes. Grinning.
The mouse flushes, eyes darting. He's always the shy one.
"Now," says the bat, beginning to rove about. And the camera follows her to a bed. And she gives her mate a chitter. And the mouse soon scurries demurely into view. She takes a hold of his paw (to keep him within the range of the lens). "Now," the bat repeats, sitting on the edge of the mattress. The mouse doing the same. "SOME furs," she said, "have ears that can be deemed as erogenous. And while it's safe to say that, for all furs, the ears can be great for nibbling and blowing into ... not EVERY fur can hope to have an ear-gasm. So, wolves and foxes and felines," she says, shrugging. Smiling. "Out of luck. However, CERTAIN species have ears that are so erogenous ... " She looks to Field. " ... that they can have 'ear-gasms'."
"These species," says Field, picking up for her, "include mice, rabbits, and elephants. To name a few."
"But our main focus today is on the mice," says Adelaide. "Now, just because certain species can HAVE ear-gasms doesn't mean that every fur has the ability to GIVE an ear-gasm. Again, wolves, foxes, felines ... no can do. In order to give an ear-gasm, one needs a very versatile tongue. One that can do more than lap and lick. But one that can wriggle and worm into the receiver's ear canal. Not ALL the way into the canal, but basic, shallow penetration. Because while stimulation of the lobe is the primary source of pleasure for the receiver of ear-sex ... penetration of the ear canal is the final push. It never fails to push the receiving fur over the edge." The bat takes a deep breath. "Furs with tongues suitable for doing this include snakes, anteaters, and ... bats," she says, grinning. "So, for all you sensitive-eared or versatile-tongued furs out there ... " She gives a wink. " ... today's lesson is a yiff-out to you. And if you don't have the ears or the tongue capable of doing this ... well, hey, don't let that stop you from trying! Because trying is half the fun," she quips.
The mouse shyly giggles beside her.
"Now, obviously, as with every yiff," the bat says, clearly the more dominant of the two on the screen. "You gotta get naked first." Her eyes spark. And she crawls into the middle of the big, cushy bed, and gets on her knees. Raises her arms.
Field, who's followed her, strips her of her tank-top. And unhooks her bra, flinging it aside (so that it hangs on the edge of the bed).
Meanwhile, Adelaide unbuttons the mouse's shirt. Ridding him of that.
And pants soon follow.
"Now, remember," the bat says, trying not to giggle. The mouse squeaking with embarrassment, lying on his belly. Tail bent over in the air. "Remember," she says, mirth in her voice. "That if you undress TOO hastily, your tail may get stuck in your underwear."
Field flushes, biting his lip as Adelaide untangles his ropy tail from the hole in his white briefs. And removes them and tosses them aside.
"There," she says with satisfaction, looking back at the camera. "Now, when you're both 'in the fur,' then ... " A giggle. She looks to Field. Prods him in the side.
"You let nature take its course," he squeaks, on cue.
"In other words: you 'be a fur'," the bat elaborates. Crawling over her mate, who's on his back. She's now above him on all fours. Her breasts furry and loose, hanging down. Nipples a soft pink, and her furry breasts a creamy pink.
The camera shifts to the side of them. So that they occupy a horizontal space in the middle of the screen.
"When you're giving ear-sex," Adelaide continues, huffing a bit, "your main goal is to pleasure your partner. To derive pleasure from THEIR pleasure. Like oral sex, ear-sex is an intimate act. So, proceed gently. Do NOT," she insisted, "ravage your partner's ear. The ear is very delicate. You don't wanna have to be forced to visit the doctor," she assured, "and admit to him that your ear was damaged while getting muzzle-humped." The bat noses and kisses the mouse's cheek. Nosing him. "That's why it's best," she breathed, "to do this with an actual mate. Someone you're comfortable with. Familiar with. Somebody who knows how to ... push your buttons." A sigh. Nosing his neck. Indicating for him to shift to his side.
The mouse does so. Shifting so that he's lying on his side. With one ear on the sheets of the bed. And the other ear exposed to the air.
"When you first touch the ear," Adelaide says, "do it softly. Very, very," she whispers, "softly." She's sitting on her knees now, and a single finger traces the rim of the mouse's exposed, dishy ear.
A deflating sigh escapes the rodent's lips.
"Touch it so delicately," the bat whispers, "as to almost not be touching it. Trace the rims. This will lull your partner into a very loose, almost drowsy state." She continues tracing her finger around the mouse's ear-rim. Round one way. Stop. Going back the other way.
The mouse can only sigh at the ghostly contact. And his eyes start to drift to a shut. Half-open.
"When you've got him helplessly loose," she whispers, "lean in. Breathe slowly. Sudden, sharp breaths into his ear will scare him ... especially if he's a rodent. Remember, tracing his ear-rim for so long has left him drowsy. Slowly, slowly ... put your muzzle to his ear, and let out the softest breath you can." She puts her muzzle in his ear and slowly exhales.
A weak, weak squeak from the mouse. His foot-paws stretch, toes curling.
"Now that he's adjusted to the breathing in his ear, focus a jet of air from your lips ... and blow it into his ear canal." The bat takes a deep inhale, purses her lips, and blows.
"Ah ... ah," huffs the mouse, shivering.
"He'll feel a chilly sensation," the bat whispers. "A shiver. Counter this by beginning the licks. Use your tongue for all it's worth. Coat the ENTIRE lobe. Every inch of pink," she says, her words fading as her versatile tongue (meant for catching bugs) whirls and swirls inside his ear. All around his pink, sensitive lobe, which is flushed with blood. Which is a deep rosy-pink in color. Which is pulsing. Her tongue licks and slides along every inch of exposed ear. Inside AND out, and she licks the outsides as well. But soon returns to the inside, which is more sensitive.
The mouse just writhes and huff-huffs. Squeaking ... his furry chest rising, falling. His breathing becoming more labored. And his sheath-less mouse-hood, without ANY contact to it ... has risen to a near-full erection.
"His pulse," Adelaide whispers sensuously, nearly drooling (it seems), and her nipples hard, "is racing. His pulse is racing, and his mouse-hood's erect. He would beg for it, but the pleasure has him winded. He can only give silent squeaks." She strokes the mouse's fur. His sides. His chest. Tweaks his little nipples.
A chitter from him.
"Tease him for a bit, and then go back to the ear," she says. Going back. She licks her tongue along the rim of it, and then swirls it ALL along the inside. Coating every bit with saliva. And exhaling her warm, warm breath, making his fur mat with sweat. She pulls her muzzle back and blows a concentrated jet of moist, hot air right into his ear canal.
The mouse arches, gaping like a fish. "Uh ... uh," he huffs. "Oh ... " His mouse-hood is beading pre, which strings off like silky threads of a spider's web.
"Now," Adelaide says. "Now ... ear-fuck him. Ready your tongue. He's been stimulated. Bring him over the edge. This is basically your muzzle having intercourse with his ear. Make it passionate. Close your eyes. Let it," she whispered, "happen ... " And the bat, lying atop her mater, her love ... she worms and writhes her tongue deeper into his ear. Circling strategically around the opening of the ear canal. Huffing. Her paws clutching at his fur, and her hard nipples rubbing against the fur on his chest. She's got him on his back now, and his head is turned to give her easy access.
The mouse whimper-squeaks, eyes watered shut. Weakly twitching. Nose sniffing.
Her tongue worms to the canal, and ... enters. Slides a tiny bit of the way inside. And then pulls back. And then pushes in. And finds a motion. Emphasized by her muzzle pressing gently, fully against his ear, flattening the ear against the side of his head. And then her muzzle backing off and letting the ear take its shape. And then pressing it down again. As her muzzle pushes and retracts. As her tongue pushes in and out. The bat moaning a bit from the throat, her legs slightly parted, and the mouse, in his incoherentness ... somehow managing to tap at her clitoris. Tap ... tap ...
"Ah ... ah!" the mouse squeaks.
The bat's muzzle and tongue hump his ear with a gentle slurping, slopping sound. With huffs and puffs. She moans ...
The camera starts to float around, zeroing in on the bat's pink rump-cheeks, which the mouse is randomly pawing and gripping. His fingers splayed and claws digging into a cheek. Her rump raises at his touch. He grips her in response. And she raises her rump again, her stubby tail wagging haphazardly.
The paw slips from her rump, going between her legs. A fleshy, squelching sound. Two fingers knuckles-deep in her vagina, which is moist and hot, the muscle slick and quivering. The mouse's fingers sliding all the way in, making a beckoning gesture. Fingertips applying a stroking pressure to the inside front of her vaginal canal.
The bat huffs, back arching, and the mouse's free paw on her lower back. She moans into his ear, sucking on his ear. Sucking on the rim of it.
The mouse swallows, throat dry, squeaking in high, wispy pitches.
The bat, hot, wanting, wild ... resumes her fucking of his ear canal. Muzzle-humping the side of his head.
The mouse squeals, hearing nothing but her breath, feeling nothing but her tongue, and the searing, blood-burning pleasure it's giving. Ear pulsing, pounding. The pleasure simmering into his head, his cheeks, down his neck. The mouse moans like a femme (one in heat, no less). Totally dominated. Totally submitting.
Huff, huff ... hump ...
"Uhhnn ... "
"Mm, mm ... mmm ... "
"Huh, huhh ... huhhmm, uhh ... oohhh ... " He squirms, flushed with heat and sweat, gaping like a fish. Gasping as his penis, from the force of the sudden, explosive ejaculation, jerks around. Spurting steamy semen to his fur. To hers. Spurt, spurt. Twitch! His ears BURNING with blood and sensitivity. Head hazy and hot. Panting. "Ohhh ... " Residual calls of pleasure. Oh, the pleasure. Pleasure.
The bat, huffing, puffing, flushed with heat, sits up. Weakly sits up, licking her own lips. Two of the mouse's fingers are still knuckles-deep in her pussy. And she hangs her head and smiles wearily. "And ... and t-that," she says, for the camera's sake, "is a mouse having an ... an ear-gasm. That's how you give ... one," she pants.
The mouse gurgle-squeaks, eyes glazed over. Smiling drunkenly, and head lolling weakly, involuntarily from side to side.
The bat giggles. Huffs, and ... straddles him. "But we're not done yet," she huffs. "Are we, my ... my mate?"
Field can only squeak.
She giggles, exhaling deeply as she ...
*You suddenly pause the video, clearing your throat. Your fur is a bit matted. You're badly in need of a glass of water. And ... a shower, too.*