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Under the Neon Lights

by Daniel C. Aaron

It was a dark room, barely any illumination to it beyond the glow of neon bulbs and strips that lined almost every surface of the interior. The whole city was like that, especially at nights, soft fluorescent glows and neon lights. He hardly needed any lights to follow her, his excellent cat eyes picking her out form the other shapes in the club.

But she must have been concerned he'd lose her, her luscious wolf tail whipped around as she headed back towards him, stopping only within inches of his face, her slim muzzle breathing out alluring, lusty scents.

"Come on tiger," she said, impatiently grabbing his paw. She wanted him badly, it was obvious. She'd mistakenly called him a tiger instead of a bobcat, or she was just trying to be cute.

He let himself be led to a back room, even darker than the room he had just been in. The neon lights here also staked along the walls, about three-fourths of the way up, and a few vertical stripes of neon at each corner.

In the soft glow of the confined space she looked even more beautiful, and soon she went from simply beautiful to truly alluring, erotic, when she quickly stripped off her clothes. The light from the neon played along the surface of her body, illuminating the tips of each hair of her fur, and shining off all the smooth surfaces of her nose, eyes, teeth, tongue, nipples, and the lips of her vulva, moisture already glistening there in her anticipation.

She wasted no time getting his clothes off as well, shirt stripped off of him in a flash and his pants down and off, mercifully releasing their constriction on his now fully hard shaft.

Once it was free, she wasted no time in giving it a firm grip, tracing fingers along its tip and down its shaft, grasping the base hard, making him wince and squirm.

"Hmm," she said, "No knot, that's right, you're a cat."

She traced a finger back up his shaft to the tip, lightly playing with the hard but spongy spines that circled there, making him squirm further.

"Ah, those will be fun though."

She gave him a wolfish smile, her eyes glinting in anticipation. She led him over to the bed, but when they reached there, she made him halt a moment. Grabbing his wrist gently but firmly, she moved his fingers to the lips of her femininity. He felt the wetness there and obliged her by rubbing gently, parting her lips and teasing her clit. She moaned in enjoyment and licked at his muzzle, ears, and neck, nipping at him a little as she did so, which made him wet as well, pre teasing out in crystal clear droplets from the end of his tip.

After a time of this, she gave her wolfish grin once more, and moved him to the bed, pushing him to lay down on its soft sheets, which smelled of some flowery fragrance he couldn't place. She straddled him, just behind his cock, sitting across his legs. From there, she stroked her fingers gently over his fuzzy balls and teasing around his retracted sheath at their base, before sliding her paw up and down in firm strokes along the length of his shaft, making him growl in pleasure and grip a little at the sheets with one of his paws.

One paw still on his cock, she leaned forward to lick at his face and muzzle, biting his ears and at his neck again, before moving down and giving gentle licks and a little bit of a bite to his nipples, making them poke out a little further from the surrounding fur on his chest.

His breathing was already coming in pants as he lay there listening to the distant thumping of music from the club and could see from his vantage the neon glow of the room illuminating the edges of their fur and making all the wet places on their bodies shimmer and shine in reflected colored lights.

She did it again then, gave him that wolfish grin. He held his breath as she slid herself forward and pushed herself down onto his waiting cock. She moaned with the sensation of his thick cock going in to her, as did he, her tunnel tight around him, wet and warm, making him shiver with immense pleasure. She rocked her hips back and forth and he reciprocated, letting her lead then following the rhythm she set.

It increased in intensity and speed, and his brain flooded with pleasure and the slight bobbing of his head caused the neon lights to blur and whirl in colorful streaks. Both of their breathing coming heavier and faster. She moaned, almost screaming, he gripped the bed sheets with claws outstretched, rending the sheets a little, while she clawed at his chest slightly gripping his chest in her estacy.

A neon bulb intensified its light then flashed and went out, almost simultaneous with his final thrusting as he shot his cum up into her, the sticky wet fluid gradually coming back down a little pooling at the spaces between the joining of their two sexes. They both panted heavily, recovering and catching their breath. After a moment, his cock softened, and she pulled herself off of him, making him wince a little at the sensation to his still sensitive cock.

She crawled along the bed to soon lie beside him, his cock gradually receding back into his sheath. His tongue was lolling out as he panted, she was still panting a little herself. With a smirk, she reached down between her legs and squeezed some of his dripping cum out of her onto her fingertips, licking her fingers afterwards to taste him, and smearing a little of the whitish, sticky fluid on his own tongue. He closed his mouth and swallowed, tasting himself, a bittersweet flavor.

"Good kitty," she said, then whispered into his ear, "Very good kitty."

They lay there in a sweaty wet, sticky warm mess. He stared into her eyes, reflected color from the neon lights shining across their surface, until presently he passed out.