Only a Moment
With fur like shiny black velvet, and wide, innocent eyes as pale as the moon, the naked young doe was quite a sight to behold. She admired herself in the mirror, humming softly. Her soft little rabbit's nose twitches ceaselessly as she turned from side in front of her reflection. She smiled finally, pleased with what she saw. She lifted her paws from where they rested on her hips and placed them palm-up under her silky breasts, lifting them up slightly, pouting like a model and then laughing at her silly behavior. Tonight was a special night for her...a blind date had been arranged, and rumor had it that her date was a carnivore! She shivered a bit at the implication of what that might bring, and then straightened her posture boldly. Rabbit or not, she was no coward. Her adventurous nature was exactly what had drawn this mysterious male to her.Now, if only I knew what to wear!, she thought to herself as she opened her closet door and bent over to examine the dresses within. Running her paws lightly down each one to test how soft and thin the material was, she finally selected a green silk minidress, trimmed with lace of the same color. Not bothering to put on a bra or underwear (she giggled as she did so, like a nervous little kitten), she pulled it over her head and yanked her large ears out through the dress' neck. She smoothed down the soft, short fur on her ears and patted her white hair into place. Smiling one final time into the mirror, she fought off her last remaining bit of nervousness and set out on her date. *** By the time she arrived, she was ten minutes late. Despite her unnatural (for a rabbit) bravery, she was a bit scared at how a predator would react. Still in this timid state, she was caught unawares by a sharp tapping on her shoulder. With a gasp, she whirled around and caught the glowing yellow eyes of a tall, strapping male cheetah. He smiled at her, flashing long white fangs, and she suddenly felt a little faint. "Hello. Dyrim, isn't it?" he asked, smiling confidently. She nodded, still transfixed by his eyes. He continued, "Pleased to meet you. My name, as you may or may not have been told, is..." he paused, and lowered his voice to a low, rumbling whisper, "Theodore." All Dyrim's nervousness vanished. She laughed aloud, to his chagrin. "A bit of a genteel name for a mighty predator, isn't it?" she asked in a teasing tone. He blushed under his fur and glanced at his footpaws for a second, and then looked up with a grin. "I suppose so. However," he paused, and leaned in closer, "I'm a total savage when it comes to manners of the boudoir." At this Dyrim started laughing uproariously. "You just proved yourself a gentleman by even calling it a boudoir!" she grinned. Extending a paw for a handshake, she smiled at him in a warm, genuine way. "I was nervous at first, but you put me at ease immediately. I'm going to enjoy tonight!" *** Minutes passed into hours as they talked over a dinner that soon grew cold. Neither one touched their plate, they just watched each other breathlessly. Theo's tail swished nervously from side to side, wishing that they could end the pleasantries and cut right to what he knew they both wanted. Refusing to let a perfectly good night go to waste, he finally reached across the table and seized one of her paws in both of his own. She watched him with wide eyes, daring him with her innocence. Fighting back his instincts that beckoned him to take her right there as both his nature as man and beast demanded, he swallowed his pride and asked her home. In the car on the ride to his home she sat in the passenger seat, shaking with desire and fear. Not only was he a predator, but this was her first sexual encounter of any type. Apart from typical first-time nervousness, she was worried about failing...or about him losing control and a typical love-bite on the neck escalating into a deadly choke hold. By the time they arrived at his not-too-impressive one story home, Dyrim was scared to death and ready to bolt as soon as she opened the car door. Her little fluff ball of a tail twitched madly and she probably would have ran away in blind fear had Theo not leaned over and wrapped his arms around her waist. "It's okay," he whispered, pressing his snout against her cheeks. He ran his sandpaper tongue across her cheek before continuing. "Everyone has a first time. I was practically a cub when I had mine. I was scared to death, and oh, I was terrible. I'll understand if you want to back down," he added, but looking at his eyes revealed that he was not going to appreciate being turned down. Dyrim bit her lower lip and cast her eyes downward, thinking. Eventually her eyelashes fluttered and she glanced up through them, murmuring softly, "I trust you." *** The time from their heated kiss in the car until the moment where Dyrim found herself on her back, naked, in Theo's bed was one big blur. Somehow she had wriggled free of her dress, and she caught a glimpse of it, cast aside carelessly, out of the corner of her eye. Across from her, at the foot of the bed, Theo stood in all his streamlined feline glory. Now that his clothes were shucked aside, she could freely admire his sleek, spotted fur and lean build. He was thin as opposed to her slightly chubby build, but he seemed to be enjoying watching her anyway. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart hammered as she caught sight of his fully erect, and very large, penis. He leapt onto the foot of the bed and crouched, one paw across his knee and the other resting on the sheets between his legs. He licked his lips and smiled, and once again the brilliantly white canines flashed. Slowly, he began to creep forward on all fours, his muscular shoulders undulating in a disturbingly serpentine way. Dyrim's thoughts raced through her mind as panic set in. The way he crept forward resembled the way she had seen others of his kind stalk prey when she was watching television. All the same, she unconsciously arched her hips upward in welcome. Theo braced himself over her warm, silky body, shaking with desire. Leaning his torso downward, he lovingly licked her breasts, smoothing the fur down and savoring the taste of her nipples. He was going to take his time with this one, and enjoy her properly. He moved forward slightly, now grooming her throat. He felt her pulse beat under his tongue, and his own quickened and began to beat in time. Dyrim moaned deep in her throat, relaxing her muscles and growing wet with anticipation. "Please...no more...I can't take it," she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. Theodore laughed deep in his throat, almost growling. Complying, he slowly pulled back and grinned at her. "Now...it's your turn, little one," he purred. She sat up quickly, her whiskers twitching at warp speed, and her heart hammering in sync. "What...? How...?" she stammered, but he put a clawed finger to her muzzle. He smiled at her warmly, encouraging her to improvise. His words about first times echoed in her head, and she suddenly grinned, radiating beauty and confidence. Crawling forward on all fours as Theo relaxed and lay down on his back, she grinned at him coyly. She settled herself in a semi-sprawl, legs slightly akimbo at the knees and her tail flashing its white underparts boldly. She leaned in and gently ran her small, velvet tongue up his shaft and around the tip. Dyrim lapped at him slowly and delicately, careful not to go too far so she could take him in properly in time. Theo purred deeply within his throat and arched his back in time to her gentle licking. Growing bolder, she withdrew (to a moan of feeble protest from Theo) and crouched over his erect member. She smiled at him in genuine excitement, and then slowly lowered herself down to a waiting upward thrust from her feline lover. They moved together for a while, two young lovers on a cold night, warmed by their passion and driven by instinct. Predator and prey, joined for a moment despite their natural struggles and able to share a small bit of their lives in the throes of lust. Neither of them contemplated this, both were too busy indulging in pleasure unequaled by any other activity. After what seemed forever, their coupling slowed, and finally ceased. Dyrim slowly and cautiously raised herself up and settled down into a sitting position, her long runner's legs delicately crossed. "What now?" she asked softly, afraid of the answer she'd receive. Theo pulled himself up into a sitting position and wished his tail thoughtfully. He looked into her eyes and then slowly shook his head. "Our families wouldn't approve..." he said quietly. Dyrim smiled at him and took one of his broad paws in her own. "What happens, happens. We can't change fate. If this is only a night, or if this is the start of something bigger and altogether more wonderful...who knows? We should just live life to the fullest, despite what may occur in the future." With that, she leaned in and kissed him lightly, and the two embraced. Predator and prey, yin and yang...the two can not exist with out each other, and there must be a balance. Love is a wild card in all of this...but occasionally, everything works. And if it doesn't for these two, it won't stop the world from turning. But if it does...well, it's nice to wonder, isn't it? The End