The Joys of Solitude

Story by Jeeves on SoFurry

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Sylvia takes some time alone to get in touch with someone who means a great deal to her. <3


This story was written for Tygacat3891! It contains F/Solo sexual acts involving a consenting adult. :3

The Joys of Solitude

Sitting at the foot of her bed, Sylvia purred in approval as she glanced around the room. The drapes were drawn, but the afternoon sun from outside was still shining through the pale fabric with enough intensity to require no additional lighting. The full length, free-standing mirror normally standing at an angle in the far corner of the room had been pulled to a position directly in front of the snow leopard. And of course, the bedroom door was shut. As was the apartment's front door, locked, and with the key twisted inside the mechanism. No-one could disturb her. Not even her lover, Blaise.

She was all alone. She had herself, wholly and completely, to herself.

Shuffling a little way up the bed, so that her feet were just resting over its edge, Sylvia murmured happily at the sight of her feetpaws in the mirror. She wiggled the toes of the left, then the right paw, and stretched her muscles, splaying out the toes before curling them tightly and curving the arch of the paws themselves. With her claws neatly trimmed and her fur soft and bouncy, having been showered, soaped and air dried earlier that day, they were looking not just adorable, but pristine and beautiful as the rest of her.

Giving another little murmur of pride and delight, the snow leopard wiggled on her butt closer to the mirror once more. Rather than dangling her legs over the edge of the bed though, she lifted her knees and kept her feet propped up at the edge of the comforter. Her legs spread naturally as she pulled herself forward, the feline's lower legs drawing more tightly against their upper halves, and a helpless moan escaped Sylvia as she caught a glimpse of bare pink flesh between the neatly and close trimmed white fur upon her crotch and thighs.

"Yes..."

She moaned, gleeful and shameless, as her hands came to rest upon her thighs and pulled them yet further apart. Her tongue probed out from between already moistened lips, lapping hungrily at the air as she watched herself opening up; her slightly puffy, aroused labia spreading just enough to offer a glimpse of the glistening, slightly deeper pink flesh inside. Her fingers clenched around her legs, fighting the urge to dip down between them and immediately beginning to lavish herself with intimate affection. She knew she deserved it. Her beautiful body didn't just crave stimulation, it was owed it by almost divine right. But in a rare moment of self-control, she held back. Not for long. Not with any intention of denying herself long term. But long enough. Long enough to turn her glances at her body in the mirror into wide eyed and lingering stares, and for the already slightly swollen labia of her pussy to grow a richer pink and to glisten with fresh arousal.

It was when want turned to need in Sylvia's mind that she acted. A ragged breath she didn't quite remember beginning to hold rushed out of her lungs, and she whimpered with pleading urgency to herself as she sucked in a fresh lungful, bare breasts heaving. An idle paw escaped her thigh, rising up as her breasts caught her eye, and the snow leopard mewled happily as she felt herself tweaking one of her nipples. Gently. So gently. But with just enough force to make her shiver and moan.

With a giggle of delight born simply of her mind permitting her body to advance its plans, the snow leopard soon rolled over onto her belly. She spread her legs, pulling herself up onto hands and knees, and peered back over her shoulder as her thick, bushy tail swept up and to the side. A little wider, then wider still she parted her legs. Sylvia wiggled her rump at the mirror, and back at herself by proxy. She bit at the inside of her cheek deliberately, holding back a fresh moan but shuddering in urgent longing. God. She had a great ass.

So great, it was almost a shame to do anything to it. To do anything that might stretch it. That might invade it, or somehow deface it's beauty with the slick, glistening sheen of lubrication.

Involuntarily, Sylvia's toes curled once again. She moaned loudly, revelling in the sound of her own lust, and crawled away from the mirror and the reflection of her beautiful ass, to the far end of the bed.

From atop her bedside cabinet, everything she needed already laid out in preparation for this event she had been thinking about since practically the second she awoke, the snow leopard withdrew the two most key items. A small capped bottle of water based lubricant, and a travel sized, silver metal framed mirror slightly larger than a compact, but still small enough to be held in one hand. She left behind a black rubber plug, her recent favourite string of anal beads, a small vibrator, and a larger dildo. Their time would come. She was certain of that. But for now she had simpler tastes. She craved her own affection. Her own attention. Not just the solitude of her own company, but such complete oneness with herself that even the invasion of a sex toy right now would diminish her satisfaction.

It took barely any time for Sylvia to settle into the position she needed to best satisfy her needs. Her legs were propped up against the headboard, feet practically flat against the wall behind the bed. Her rump was resting upon a sizeable pile of pillows lifting her backside several inches higher than the torso and head beyond it. Spreading her legs apart once more, the snow leopard moaned in anticipation. She un-capped the bottle of lube, and with it held in the trembling fingers of her right hand, squeezed out a not insubstantial amount onto the palm of her left. Closing and setting the bottle down close by, she then extended the middle and index finger of that right paw, and wrapped the lube-soaked palm of the left around it. Soon the digits were glistening and dripping with slick lube. They were ready.

Sylvia wiggled her rear happily as she reached around the underside of her raised legs. Her slick fingered right hand held nothing within it, but the fingers of her left paw clutched at the small hand mirror. With no direct lighting inside the bedroom, there was absolutely no glare to worry about as Sylvia angled the mirror to view her nether regions; her swollen, slightly damp pussy and of course the curves of her rump. The very base of her tail twitched slightly as the rest of its length swept back and forth against the headboard, and again the snow leopard moaned to herself, fully aware of what was coming next.

Spreading her legs wider still, watching carefully through the mirror's reflection as her cheeks trembled and parted a little more, Sylvia's lubricated fingers made their move. They wiggled their way in between the cheeks of her fluffy furred rump, and the middle digit rubbed its fingertip against the pink outer pucker of the feline's back passage. Her whole body shuddered. Her eyes rolled with euphoria in their sockets, and she growled passionately as she slowly, carefully began to apply pressure, and for now to press that single digit into her ass.

"Ohhhh... b-beautiful..."

Her moans were deep and guttural with potent arousal as Sylvia watched her middle finger being swallowed up by the tight ring of her rear's outer limits. She tried to keep her eyes fixated on her finger and her backside, watching the two coming together in glorious union. But every now and then her gaze would drift, and she would catch a glimpse of her pussy. Of her lips parted by the spreading of her legs, and of her innards not just glistening, but quivering visibly as her finger moved inside her ass, causing her to shudder and moan in delirious joy.

By the time Sylvia began to apply pressure with her second finger, letting slip a louder and strained cry of discomfort but also extreme pride and satisfaction as it began to work its way inside of her, she could see a glistening trail of arousal running down from the base of her pussy's trembling slit to the point where the fingers were disappearing into her rump. She growled happily. She wasn't just beautiful. She was hot. Fucking smoking hot. And the deeper she pressed that second finger, the more she wiggled and twisted the first digit inside her ass, the hotter and more deliciously sexy she felt.

"Yeah. Yeah, f-fuck..."

No sooner had both her fingers reached the point at which there was no more digit to be inserted, the snow leopard began to moan more vocally to herself as she began to work the two fingers in and out. She may not have had a prostate to prod at like men, but Sylvia's body was eager to receive the stimulation that came from the motion of her lubed digits. Almost as eager were her eyes, wide and blinking as infrequently as possible as she drank in the sight of herself fingering her ass. It was still so relatively new to Sylvia, seeing part of her paw disappearing into such a relatively unfamiliar orifice. Watching the way her cheeks quivered and the inner muscles of her pussy contracted, like somehow they expected the fingers to be pushing into that more sensitive and naturally slick hole.

It was almost magical, and yet at the same time desperately primal. It was like her body, and certainly her mind didn't care which hold she tended to; just so long as it was one of her holes, and a part of her body attempting to pleasure and please itself by filling them.

"So good. O-oh... so hot. I'm so... yes!"

Sylvia's toes drummed against her bedroom wall, the snow leopard neither noticing nor caring frankly as her toes curled and dug into the wallpaper, leaving small but noticeable marks in their wake. She used her feet to push off slightly, raising her rump off its pile of pillows and humping at the air; like she was trying to encourage her fingers to fuck her harder. Like she longed for them to press deeper inside her. At the same time though, the snow leopard knew that at least in part it wasn't her rear end or the fingers within it driving her thrusting loins. It was her neglected and increasingly needy pussy.

The cat wanted to cum. Of course she did, that was no surprise. But she also didn't want to stop fingering her ass, nor watching herself do so with the mirror to free up one hand and attend to her pussy. Even using her tail to get herself off would have required at least a brief use of the paw holding the mirror to guide it into place. Thus Sylvia found herself growing more and more desperate, moaning loudly with pleasure but also a lustful craving for satisfaction, as she began to finger her ass with ever greater force in some vain hope that this pleasure alone would be enough to bring her over the edge.

But, it wasn't.

Not after five minutes.

Not after ten.

Not after twenty.

That was how long it took for Sylvia to break. How long the snow leopard spent feverishly pleasuring and pounding her backside with her two fingers, touching every internal point she could reach and trying every variation of stimulation she could think of in order to trick her body into feeling just a little more, and turning her voracious hunger into untamed ecstasy.

That was how long it took, before with a desperate and screeching yowl of demanding desire, Sylvia pulled her fingers free from her backside, tossed the mirror down upon the pillows, and rolled away from where she was lying with a frantic pleading groan.

"Cum..."

Fumbling with trembling hands at the beside table, Sylvia grabbed at her small, silver metal vibrator. She scrambled down the length of the bed, back towards the full length mirror, and pulled herself up into a sitting position in front of it. With her legs resting flat on the bed, half bent with the toes of her footpaws pressing against one another, the snow leopard leaned back on the arm whose digits had been recently buried in her ass. With the other she activated the vibrator, thumbing a little button upon its base and crying out loudly as it buzzed into life not gently, but at its full and most volatile power setting.

Staring at herself in the mirror; at her beautiful pleasure stricken face, at her tousled hair and the glowing red of her blush beneath her cloudy grey and flawless white fur, Sylvia begged again. She cried out to herself with a strangled plea as she pressed the compact but powerful vibe to her swollen clit, and watched as her gorgeous body began to tremble before her.

"Please. Now. Now. C-cum!"

And before her very eyes, half lidded, glazed but hungrily intent on drinking in every last shiver and tremor to pass through her mirror's reflection, Sylvia did. She sobbed happily as the first crushing wave of pleasure swamped her, watching her back arch, breasts heaving as they jutted outward. She shrieked along with the next, running the vibe back and forth over her immensely sensitive clit and delighting in how her toes flexed and pressed against one another. The intense contractions within her pussy caused the third and forth waves of pleasure to seem to merge into one, accompanied by a gurgling wail of joy. Beyond that though, Sylvia could not say.

It wasn't that the snow leopard lost consciousness, or that she didn't recall the details of the rest of the orgasm because they were anything but noteworthy. It was that she wasn't so much focused on the climax she was experiencing, as she was the orgasm that seemed to be rending the very fabric of reality apart around her mirror's reflection. It couldn't possibly be, after all, that the figure screaming back at her through the glass was just her. Sylvia knew she was beautiful. She knew she was sexy, but the look on that woman's face? The fire and wild lust burning in her eyes? It was too much. She was too much.

Sylvia knew she was alone here in her bedroom. She knew that all that she was doing, she was doing to herself. But in that moment? In the fury and madness of her orgasm, she forgot what she knew. And in that moment, the snow leopard's face grew dark with embarrassment in the face of that other woman. So sexy. So heavenly. So divine in her euphoria, that she put even Sylvia's beauty to shame.

By Jeeves

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