Soothing Milk On A Warm Summer Day
Cayenne is always finding fun, new ways to pick on her favorite postal customer, Kiwi the husky, but this time around, she decides to do something for him that he might actually enjoy!
Stopping along her route on a particularly hot day, Cayenne finds Kiwi waiting at the door for her when she arrives with his mail. He's decided to make a stand and tell her to stop with the pranks, but when she arrives, he loses the words and cowardice steals his voice.
Figuring it to be the dry, warm weather, Cayenne rips her top right off and offers Kiwi a quick, refreshing drink, straight from the source...and he's far too timid to say no!
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Kiwi didn't know for sure just how he was going to be messed with, that afternoon. He just knew that something was coming, and he wasn't sure that he'd be able to handle it.
Cayenne delivered his mail almost every single day, and almost always at the exact same time. Having that information readily available meant that he was generally able to avoid being around, if he didn't think he could deal with her shenanigans that day, but lately, she was getting crafty about the way she toyed with one of her favorite customers.
There was nothing malicious in her intentions; she truly did just enjoy messing with the timid, fearful husky, but this time, she thought she might be able to tease him, while giving him a bit of a respite from her usual pranks and games.
Standing at his front door and steeling up all of the resolve that he could muster, Kiwi was finally going to ask Cayenne not to mess with him so much. Just getting up the courage to do such a thing was making his stomach uneasy, and even if the temperature wasn't pushing the low hundreds, Kiwi was sure that he would have been panting desperately regardless.
That warm, humid air pouring in his windows didn't help his audacity at all, and when he heard the telltale knock upon his front door, he was nearly lightheaded, expecting the very worst.
"Mail's here!" came the same, cheerful, sing-songish voice that Kiwi was used to hearing. His green-rimmed ears flattened down against tufts of white, and a matching paw of lime reached out to slowly open the door.
Wearing shorts that were inappropriately short for her profession and a top that threatened to burst with the weight of her chest, Cayenne was a canine who wasn't afraid to put the goods on the table and see who would bite at them. Her attire might have made sense on such a heated day, but that didn't stop Kiwi's cheeks from filling with a new kind of warmth, as a flustered blush spread across both sides of his muzzle.
All of the courage rushed from Kiwi as he stood before his playful tormentor, quietly admiring her in the same breath. Spots of ash surrounded an overcoat of soft black, and warm gloves of tan fur spread out over her pawtips, holding a few white envelopes that popped from her body, aided by her unique color scheme.
"Quiet as ever, I see," Cayenne murmured, allowing her wide, cheerful smile to settle into a more timid smirk. "You were waiting at the door for me, Kiwi. Did you have something to say?"
A tail that was splotched with spots of red and green upon a white base was still as could be behind the husky, but he gulped down his fears and gave a quick nod. His muzzle began to open, but no words would come out, despite his efforts to the contrary.
"And what is it?" Cayenne asked, resting her spare paw upon her hip and giving it a quick, teasing pop, just to see if it would catch Kiwi's attention.
His eyes blinked for a moment at the sensual gesture, and it was clear that Cayenne had him caught in a web already, but his overly anxious nature left him paralyzed just as much as her antics.
If not for the heat and his panting tongue, his muzzle might never have opened, but it was giving Cayenne an idea.
"I get it," she cut back in, as she tapped a slim, delicate pawtip upon her lower lip. "It's this dreadful heat, isn't it? Has you all dried out...maybe I can give you a quick refresher?"
For once, it seemed that Cayenne had a genuinely friendly gift for Kiwi, instead of the usual pranks that she had up her sleeves. Though he was hesitant, Kiwi managed a tiny smile and nodded, figuring that Cayenne had a spare water bottle lying around.
That couldn't have been further from the truth.
Tossing the mail down to the floor, Cayenne clutched her paws to her scarcely covered breasts and ripped away the fabric, finally releasing it from the struggle of containing her impressive cleavage. Milk was already threatening to burst from the swollen nipples, and Kiwi's already flushing cheeks began to burn as he trembled in place.
It was almost too easy for Cayenne to get a paw around the back of his head and stuff his face right into her right breast, and he was too timid to back away. His tongue slathered right across the tender nipple, and as if he were still in tune with his infant instincts, he began to suckle gently at the offered flesh, as eager streams of milk spilled into his maw.
"You'll pass out from all of this heat if you don't drink up," Cayenne pointed out, as she raked her claws through the soft, fluffy scruff on the back of Kiwi's neck. She couldn't deny how much she loved having the timid husky on a string the way that she did, but every now and again, she had to reward his good behavior, and she knew from experience just how sweet and creamy her breast milk was.
The quietest whimper of delight snuck free from Kiwi, and at a gentle stroke upon his cheek, he moved over, errant milk spilling from his lips, and began to suckle at the left breast, as well. Fresh, warm streams of the nutrient-rich fluid spilled right over his tongue and into his throat, en route to splashing down with the other contents of his stomach.
Like water to a smoldering fire, the milk seemed to vanquish the knots in his tummy, and left behind little more than a pleasant, radiant warmth that spread across his body. He was too bashful to thank Cayenne for the treatment, but the delicate strokes of his tongue over her sensitive nipples, and the thrill that ran through her nethers as a result was more than payment enough.
Perhaps, if she ever broke the husky in far enough, she'd trick him into meeting her other needs, as well...