FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

An Odd Thing to Say

Chapter Nine

> My creations have changed recently.

> Yeah? How so?

> They used to be about a weird lone man who goes on a terrific jihad against the world, and in doing so, becomes more powerful and respected, but scarcely less lone and weird. It's very immature self-insertion.

Anyway, my stuff is now more... social. There's more than one character.

> Your other stories had more than one character, too.

> Kind of, but not really. They rarely had arcs... they were just devices to move the plot and the development of the protagonist along.

> I see. Sort of tools, or means to ends, rather than people in their own rights.

> Exactly. I wonder where it comes from...

> I don't.

Blue. That was the color. Right? And not too short but certainly not too long. Not the skin-tight little slips that she might wear to go clubbing, or to go fucking, but she had to show some fur. When the stakes were this high, she had to show more than a little.

She was nervous, when she first came to the club. But before they'd ordered the first drink, he had her laughing, smiling.

Relaxed. Comfortable. Safe.

And he was easy on the eyes, too. Slim, fit, young, fucking smart, and cute, and silly, and dressed to the nines, she was practically salivating over him.

He was sweet, too. Pulling her chair out and taking her coat, and stealing a kiss to her cheek when he thought she wasn't looking.

Another one of his jokes. She laughed, tucked an errant lock of vibrantly red hair behind her ear. She had to do something to hide the redness growing on her cheeks.

But then, her face and tone grew serious. She looked up at him.

"Hey, um, I just wanted to be straight forward with you," she said. "When I said that I'm moving soon... I mean it. It's going to be very soon, and I'm not going to be able to come back. If you want this to work out... well, I'm not doing an LDR.

"You don't have to decide now," Sarah said, but her date already shook his head.

"I know. I understand. And I'm good for it," he said.

"But it's going to throw your life into chaos. And where you are right now... do you really think that's a good idea?"

He just smiled. Shrugged. "Some things are worth sacrificing for, I guess. I'll take the risk... if it doesn't work out, well, at least I tried, and I'll pick myself up, dust myself off, and find a way to move forward. And if it does work... then it'll be the best decision I'll have made in my life."

Now she couldn't hide her blush. She tried to laugh and fanned herself off, she was getting so hot.

"That's... really intense. Especially for a first date."

"Yeah, well... where we both are in life, and with the timelines we're working with... it's inevitable. But you know what?" he said. "I'm fine with it. It's nice to be honest, for once... just swipe left on all the innuendos, and teasing, and just... say what you want."

The vixen flushed harder. Then she laughed. "You're just saying that to get your dick sucked," she said, none too quietly.

"Fringe benefits of honesty... hopefully?" her date said.

"We'll see," she winked at him--or was it a blink?--and took a deep sip of her cocktail. She then glanced at the dancefloor, started to move to the beat a little bit. The slightest motion of her body emphasized her curves marvelously, she could see him looking.

In a moment he was on his feet, offering his paw to her. She took it, and then they were on the dance floor.

He wasn't experienced at this, she could tell. But he owned what he could do and he did it well.

And he knew how to tease her, and awaken a rare sort of want in her. The odd grope, the frequent smack on her ass, he knew how to work her. In moments they were kissing on the dancefloor openly, and fuck was he good. This wasn't his first rodeo--or second, or third, or even fiftieth, he knew what he was doing. It was as if he'd fucked his way through half the country just to prepare himself for her--and the thought made her grin at him, licking her lips invitingly.

Soon, they were dancing slowly, eyes locked on each other. She was in her happy place... a little buzzed, a little silly, but safe and happy and with a Hell of a sexy man. He wasn't what she usually went for, she realized--and that made her pause.

"I know we talked about this earlier," she said, "but I really need to know... are you really okay with making such a big move for such a new relationship?"

"Maybe I'm not the one you're asking that," he said.

She nodded, breaking eye contact with him. "Yeah. It's just hard. I'm leaving my friends, and family, and some really, really important people who I... maybe haven't treated as good as I could have. And some of them still rely on me..."

"I understand," he said, hands on her hips, locking eyes with her. "It's... the first time you've ever done something like this. And it's fucking scary. But you can't say no to an opportunity like this just because it's hard."

"But what about my--"

"Forget about him," he said. "I... that might be harsh. And it is. But you have to do what it takes to get what you want in life. And that doesn't come easy, and it doesn't come without sacrifice."

"But what if it doesn't work out?" she asked.

"Then at least you tried," he said heavily. "And at least you get some of this in the process," he indicated at himself.

She had to laugh at that. "You're really trying to get your dick sucked, aren't you?"

"Honestly?" he said. "I'm just being honest."

She wanted to ask if it was for the fringe benefits, but the way he looked at her, the way he held her... she didn't need to. He was... he might just be the real deal.

"Where have you been," she said, "all these years... all my life?"

He just smiled. "The main thing is, I'm here now.

The moment they walked up to the Uber, the leopard grinned. He knew what he was seeing. He'd seen it before, a hundred times. The giddy, lust-filled, devil-may-care gaze of a new couple. This was their first night together... he could smell the arousal, and the nerves, and the desperate need emanating from them both.

He got out of his car. Opened the door for them both and welcomed them in. Only when he got back into the driver's seat did he began to speak.

"Alright... whose house are we going to?" he asked.

Sarah grinned, broke eye contact with him, clinging to her date's neck for support. She began to kiss at his neck, so he answered, in a distracted, lust-filled drawl.

"Kind of... both of ours."

The driver blinked in the rear view mirror.

"Oh, so you're... roommates?" he asked.

"You could say that..."

The leopard took that as an invitation to shut up and start driving. The car began to move, but Sarah's affectionate kisses didn't stop.

Nick's arm was wrapped around her, holding her close. His other paw was dancing over her thighs, barely concealed by her dress. She wanted him--he could feel it in the heat of her breath against his neck. His paw made its way under her skirt, touching her inner thighs--she was burning hot.

"Sarah," Nick hissed to her, "I'm so fucking hard for you."

He took her paw off of his midsection. Moved it down just a bit to where his cockhead was already fist-sized and throbbing under his waistband. She grinned, caressing the heavy thick fuckstick in her paw, and began to kiss her way down the kit's belly.

"By the way, I meant to ask you," he said. "When you were with that bull, way back in Chapter One... did you really let him smack you in the face with his... you know?"

"Mmm, no," Sarah said, grinning up at Nick. "I smacked myself in the face with his... cock," she hissed at him.

"Ah," Nick said, feeling blood shoot into his cock, leaving him light-headed, almost dizzy. "Is that... typical?"

"Not at all. Almost never," Sarah said. "I only do that if I really like the guy, and if he's really, and I mean really... big~"

He hissed his pleasure and lust down at her. Drew her close to plant a series of wet kisses on her lips, feeding her his lust through his mouth. Then he pressed her back down toward his cock, throbbing hard, struggling to be released from his pants.

She teased him, though. Tortured him. Nuzzled her sweet little face against his crotch as he stroked through her hair and caressed her. In the darkness of the car, and with the passing lights of the city, Nick couldn't see her, couldn't behold her full beauty, but he could feel her. He could hear her take the zipper of his pants and pull it down with her teeth.

"Oh, wow," Sarah said, as the kit ground forward, his cock escaping his boxers. "You're so fucking... big..."

"Unh... yeah," was all Nick could manage. He caressed Sarah's hair with his paws, her face, reaching down to feel her back, her body, her hips. She was so lean and limber and athletic, fuck she was hot!

She breathed all over his cock, before caressing it with her tongue a few times. In moments she was rubbing her face and nose against his veiny throbbing shaft, every time she inhaled she seemed to get more and more into it.

"You taste and smell so good," she said. "I'm going to have so much fun with this big dick."

"Sarah," was all Nick could manage. He again pulled her up for a kiss, looking into her glimmering green eyes, before pressing her back down toward his dick.

At last she began to suck him off. She took him deep, as deep as she could shamelessly slobbering on his throbbing fuckstick. She pulled off for a bit to jack him off with her paw, before licking the same paw and grinning up at him.

"Old Spice, vintage fall 2019," she said. "Good choice, kit."

"Sarah," Nick murmured. "Please... please suck my cock."

Sarah only giggled and nuzzled her face against the underside of Nick's cock. For a moment, he only felt her warm quickened breath against him, and then she hade his balls out, caressing each of them with her lips and tongue. She was getting into it, too... much more than she had with any of the partners Nick had seen her with, and the thought made him harden up somehow even more.

"Nick," the vixen hissed to him, "you need this so much... don't worry, I'll take care of you, baby."

He reached down to smack her ass once, hard, and then caress her jiggling curves in his paw. She was thick but tight and toned but wonderfully curvy, if only he could see her in the light and appreciate her!

"Fuck," the kit almost yelped, as she began to enthusiastically suck him off. "You suck my cock so fucking good."

"Mhmm!" was all the vixen could say, before the car turned into their neighborhood, and began to slow down.

The kit paid for and rated the ride in a daze. If he put his cock away and zipped his pants back up, he didn't remember it; he barely had the presence of mind to take Sarah by the waist and drag her to the door, fumbling for the keys in his paws. He got the key in--and then grabbed Sarah and kissed her deeply, half-carrying her into the house.

The door shut behind them and the kit and his sister were in the darkened entryway to their home, making out wetly. He was groping her ass, she was feeling his taut form up and down, her skilled, practiced paws undoing his shirt button by button.

"We should slow down," Nick breathed. "Remember this... take it slowly... maybe get some pictures."

"Not a chance," Sarah said. "Arms up," she commanded, and when the kit obeyed, she pulled his shirt off of him, leaving him nude from the waist up. This done, she again got to her knees before him and began to shamelessly slobber on his cock again.

"Mmf," she moaned. "Tastes so good!" she said in between long rapid strokes. She tried to take him deep, into her throat, but he was so thick that she gagged halfway and had to pull off.

Her tits bounced against the kit's thighs as she serviced him. He reached down for a grope, his pants bunched up around his ankles, and that was when she got up, kissed him on the belly, and began to give him the first titfuck of his life.

"Fu-u-u-u-uck," Nick moaned, his hands grasping at her hair. "Your boobs... so fucking soft..."

Sarah just giggled and looked up at him. She was titfucking the base of his cock, the head of it was pressing against her neck, her chin. She said something about him stabbing her and then slowed down, just a little, to kiss at the kit's belly again.

"I've never gotten to play with a cock this big," she cooed. "I don't think... anyone's gotten to play with a cock this big. Nick, you're... huge..."

She looked up at him, planting a series of loving sweet kisses at his cockhead. In doing so, she ground down, rubbing her bare breasts against the kit's balls. That was all it took for Nick to grab her and again half-carry her, this time to her bedroom.

Her dress was still on when he practically threw her onto the bed. He could smell that she was sopping wet, and with the lights still off, she struggled to move her panties aside and spread her legs wide for the kit to enter.

He looked into her eyes, inhaling deeply. In the darkness, he could only see her tits rising and falling with excitement, with lust. She was into this--she was so into this--and even now she was playing with her tits, kissing at her fingers, grinding her bare unseen pussy against his throbbing cockhead, begging him to enter.

Nick reached down, pressing his cock against her. He thrust forward--and came almost instantly.

The passion and lust of the moment were gone, broken. Panting, Nick looked at Sarah... at her body. Then he looked anywhere but her, and began to thrust back--but she caught him in her legs, locking her ankles behind him.

"Hey. Look at me, kit," she said. She then sat up, stroking his toned belly with her paws.

"Nick... it's okay," she said. "Seriously. It happens."

"Really?"

"Really really," Sarah said. She was sitting on the edge of the bed by now, caressing her younger brother. Is cock, still half-hard, was resting heavily on her thigh.

"In fact, it's kind of a compliment. And besides, this is your first time. ...Right?"

"Kinda," Nick said evasively, but Sarah just hugged him.

"Look, just... sit down," she said, "and let's see if we can't have a better... and longer... round two."

"Round two?"

But he never did get an answer. In seconds the kit was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Sarah was straddling him. The room was still dark and she was still in her dress, breathlessly kissing him, feeling him up and down.

She... was into this. Was into him. Even though he hadn't lasted three seconds, she still wanted him. Immediately the kit felt his confident return and with it came his libido. His cock began to rise again and he began to kiss Sarah back, and feel her, his hands all over her wonderful curves.

"Everyone was looking at us on the dancefloor," he said. "Everyone. They were staring at you, and they were jealous of me. I'm so fucking lucky," he breathed. "The hottest bitch in the club, and she's all mine."

He pulled her hair back, exposing her neck, so that he could kiss all over that pale vulnerable column of flesh.

"Because that's what you are, right Sarah?" Nick hissed. "You're just my little bitch."

"Mmm," Sarah said, thoughtfully, grinning down at the kit. "You could say that. Now that I've stretched, anyway."

"Stretched... you fucking naughty girl," Nick grinned. He smacked her ass hard, his paws caressing her sweet seductive body, before she turned around in his grasp.

Her panties hiked down, she ground against him, trapping his cock between his midsection and her ass. She ground on him like she had in the club, but this time... this time, it wasn't just to tease.

He took hold of her by the hip. Ground back and used his free paw to angle his cock down, and then forward, until the head was grinding against her sopping wet pussy. There, Sarah looked back over her shoulder at him, paws on her knees, and ground back, and back, and back, and back.

"Ahn--nnff--no one's ever been that deep before," the vixen winced. She ground her ass against the kit's loins, and then favored him with a breathless grin. "You're so fucking big, Nick, I can just--barely--take it."

He gripped her by the hips, his paws running up and down her sides, her belly. She was so perfect and so warm, and when she ground against him like that, she worked the head of his cock juuuust right, so deep within her that it almost hurt.

She bit her lip, then grinned back at the kit. "Fuck," she panted. "I think I'm... almost used to it," she said. "Maybe next time, I'll just have to stretch more. But for now, sweety... think you're ready to fuck me?"

She bent over, creating the tiniest amount of space between herself and the kit. He sat up halfway and then slowly, gently, began to fuck his sister.

She was so tight and so curvy, and the way her ass jiggled against him in the darkness practically hypnotized him. It took the kit a few moments to figure things out, but in time, he built up tempo, built up rhythm, built up power. He needed her so bad, she could feel it, and soon he was fucking her hard and fast and right. He held her by the hips, by her lean little toned tummy, and soon, and long before he could stop it, he came again, deep inside her, all inside her. And he held her so tightly that it hurt.

Nick sat back the tiniest bit. Sarah was still on top of him, sitting on him and he was still rock hard inside of her. They panted together in the darkness, and while the kit's grip on her had loosened, he was still holding her as if possessively. Her paws were on top of his and there they stayed for a long, long time.

"How was that," Nick panted, "for a kind of first time?"

"Incredible... amazing," Sarah said. "And it's mostly thanks to that cock of yours, Nick. You made me cum... I don't know how many times. It's been a while since that's happened."

"Yeah... I'm glad," the kit whispered. He nuzzled lightly against the back of the vixen's shoulder, paws stroking her belly.

He felt something... an emotion welling up inside him, too much for him to contain. He swallowed, and then held his sister tightly.

"Sarah, I l... I really like you," he said.

She looked back at him over her shoulder in that cute, coy, sexy impish way of hers, and ground her ass against him enough to coax the kit into an admittedly small but tertiary climax.

"That's good, Nick," she said. "Because I really like you too."

"Eeny, meanie, minie, moe, catch a tiger by the--"

"Don't... you dare," Alex said, and Nick wisely backed off.

Teeth gritted, the tiger pulled, and strained, and pulled, and finally completed the last in the set. He dropped to the ground, weighted down by a hundred pounds, and stretched his back, his lats.

"Pullups," he sighed. "Best way to get that V-taper and build biceps, but they can be a royal pain in the neck."

Nick cocked his head. Hopped up and grabbed the bars, and then cranked out twenty, easily. Alex simply stared at him impassively.

"Yeah, of course it's not hard if you weigh zero pounds and zero ounces. Bet you couldn't do five with an extra, say, ten pounds of weight."

"Bet I could," Nick said.

"Do 'em pullups," Alex said.

Nick hopped up and grabbed the bar again. He waited, then, until Alex handed him a dumbbell and clasped it between his knees. Then he pulled, and up, and pulled--and dropped.

"Told ya so," Alex teased. "Of course, it doesn't seem like you have a ton of energy today. Late night?"

"Yeah... and freaking tiring, too," Nick said, grinning at Alex.

The two glanced at the other side of the gym, where Sarah was doing a series of light weights and calisthenics. In a skintight spandex outfit that bared her belly, with her hair done up into a neat ponytail, she was attracting second and third takes from men and women both.

She caught the boys looking at her. Met eyes with Nick--blushed--and got back to her weights.

"So it's... going well, I take it?"

"Yeah. It's incredible," Nick said.

"At least... in some ways, it is. Like when it comes to--you know--that's awesome, and we have an amazing time every time. But sometimes it feels like there's something missing," the kit admitted. "I can't put my finger on it, but it's like we're both... holding back, a little bit."

"Well, I'm no expert, but I was with Sarah for a record amount of time, for both of us," Alex said. "Yeah, that's fun, but the real bonding came when we slept together. Not fucked, mind you, when we actually slept together. All night, side by side, arm in arm, and then you wake up, and she's all cute with her hair all tousled... but you know all about that by now."

But Nick shook his head.

"Well, surely you have a clue--no?" Alex said, as Nick shook his head again.

"We, that is to say, I, we just, I mean... haven't... actually slept together... yet."

Alex stared at Nick. Wrapped his arm around the kit's shoulders and drew him off to the side.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" he hissed. "What happened to seizing the moment, huh? Yeah, it's great that you're having fun, but there's more to fucking Sarah than fucking! You have to hold her--and cuddle her--and show her what she means to you, and that starts with actually sleeping with her!"

"I know!" Nick said, throwing the tiger's arm off. "It's just... hard, okay? And weird. I'm still getting over the fact that we're siblings--"

"Ah-hem."

Sarah had made her way to their side of the gym. Hips cocked to one side, she motioned for the boys to come to her--and they practically levitated as if summoned.

"I saw this new workout on Tiktok," she said. "Mind helping me out with it?"

She lifted a barbell from a nearby rack and handed it to Alex. This done, she put a 45 lb plate on one side while Nick did the same with the other. She then lay down, in front of Alex, belly down.

"This is called the cake check," Sarah said. "All you have to do now is..."

As she instructed, Alex placed the barbell down on the ground. He then rolled it up toward Sarah and while it made its way past her ankles and most of her thighs, when it came to the curves of her ass, it bounced back. Alex tried again, rolling a bit harder this time--but no luck.

"Yeah, this isn't going to work," Alex said. "You're just too... thick."

"Mmm," Sarah grinned. She lifted her hips off the floor and gyrated them from side to side. "You must have enjoyed the view, huh?"

"Yeah. And it's been a while since I've seen it," Alex said. He met eyes with Sarah and grinned. "You've been doing your squats, I see." When she nodded, the tiger elbowed Nick lightly, shaking his head. "You're a lucky man, kit."

"Actually," Nick said, "I was thinking... there's enough luck here for both of us. At... the same time, maybe."

Sarah looked up at him in shock. Alex just grinned, mildly confused, until he saw the look on Sarah's face, and on Nick's.

"I... well, I'm flattered," Alex said, "and I don't want to say no, but... you're so new in your relationship, and with all things considered... do you really think it's smart to invite a third into your bedroom? And what kind of limits will there be? I mean, some couples only allow up to kissing, some don't allow kissing, we need to hash this all out--"

"Let's just... all get together," Nick said, "and whatever happens, happens, and if anyone isn't okay with anything--at all--then they have the right to say, stop, and we all respect that.

"And besides," Nick said, as Sarah got to her feet, standing close to him for comfort, but clearly looking Alex up and down, "you know you want it. You know we... all want it."

Alex looked at Nick. At Sarah. Back at Nick. He smiled... first a little, then broadly. Then he grabbed the siblings and walked them out of the gym, one arm around Nick's shoulders, the other around Sarah's waist.

"Nah, not that one. Nah, not that one. Christ--absolutely not that one."

"I give up," Nick laughed. "Here--a random night ride channel, that should work."

"Nah, not that--oh. Oh my. Alright, we can try this for a while."

"Thank fuck for Youtube Red, huh?"

"In your case, more like RedTube, kit," Sarah teased him.

"Not anymore," Nick grinned. "Not anymore."

He put his phone down, set to play the entire hour long night ride collection: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0y6wM0aAgE

That was good, Nick reasoned to himself. Now he and Sarah both could sit back, relax, and enjoy the drive.

They were some distance from home by now, in the official middle of nowhere. They'd passed cornfields, quarries, another small town or two. They'd played some couples games, but the problem was that they already shared enough experiences. Due to, you know, being siblings.

This... wasn't easy, Nick reflected. Most of the go tos for couples just didn't work when you were fucking your older sister.

He grinned to himself, somewhat sadly. If the guys could see him now... if they knew what he and Sarah had done, and how often, they'd probably kill him out of sheer jealousy. At least, until he told them that despite all that... they weren't quite there yet.

And the Hell of it was that he didn't know what it meant to be there. He assumed he'd know when they got there, but until then, it was confusing, and a little uncomfortable.

He glanced at Sarah for a moment. She was a fucking badass, and sexy at the same time, and they had a great time together when they were, you know. But when they weren't, it was like there was a weird void between them. They both knew that what they were doing was weird, but apart from that, they just... didn't have a lot to talk about at this point.

They had talked about her job. About Nick's school, about how they'd apply for homeschooling when they got to Orlando, and he'd study and get smart and if he didn't, she'd kick him in the face. They'd talked about the note they'd leave for their parents, if they ever returned home from wherever the Hell they were. They worked out, and hung out, and fought over what to watch in the evenings and generally were okay, but...

Nick sighed. He had an inkling of what it was. They were both productive, energetic, enthusiastic people. They needed more to do than what they had to do. They needed more friends, more work, more things to fix and plan and struggle for and to achieve.

It'd get better when Sarah got to work, Nick told himself. But then that was another problem. She'd be busy at work and he'd be losing his mind, cooped up at home. So he'd have to get a job of his own, to avoid wasting his life on CS and hentai. Then they'd both have jobs...

And Sarah would be working with some bad ass dudes. All of them were going to be smart, and some of them were going to be fit, and funny, and friendly, and young looking. And at the same time, Nick was getting older too, and some of the college girls were going to look mighty friendly... but at the same time, they already weren't strictly monogamous, but at the same time--

"Do you think it was smart to invite Alex into our bedroom?" Sarah blurted out.

Nick looked at her--she had taken the words right out of his mouth. He grinned--then composed his thoughts and spoke carefully.

"I mean... he liked it, and we liked it, so it can't have been a terrible idea. Right?"

"Right, but... I don't know, it just felt..."

"Fucking good?" Nick grinned. "When I was plowing you from behind, in that, what do you call it..."

"Prone bone?"

"Yeah, when I was doing that, you were going crazy on him. Naughty," he teased her.

She grinned--then shook her head.

"That's just what I mean," she said. "We have a lot of fun in the bedroom... like, a lot, but... we're just starting this out. Usually, it takes me a month or two in a relationship before we have to involve a third, but we were only a few weeks."

"But we've known Alex forever," Nick said. "And it was inevitable. You're a freak, I'm a freak in the making--it was going to happen."

"Right, right. It's just... weird that it happened so soon."

"I'm not worried about it," Nick told himself as much as Sarah. "We had fun, and we're closer than ever. That's all that matters."

She glanced at him. Smiled.

"You really think so, kit?"

"Yeah," Nick said. He reached over, put a paw on Sarah's thigh. "I know so.

"But I have to admit," he said, "freaking Alex is... I just don't have the words for him."

"I know what you mean," Sarah said. "Like, he's a cool cat and all--you can pet his fur backward, and he won't even get mad, but he jokes like a total dad."

"Yeah, what was that he said about--about the cake check?"

"'Such a lovely nice moist cake,'" Sarah said, attempting to imitate the tiger's nerdy, vaguely British speech. "'Be a shame to leave it without some icing.'"

Nick just laughed, shaking his head. "That freaking guy. Still, out of all your boyfriends, and your girlfriends, he's the only one I really liked."

"He's the only one I really liked, too."

"Then why'd you break up?" Nick said, genuinely befuddled.

"Beats me, kit," Sarah said. "To this day, he won't give me a straight answer. That's what he does, if you really press him about important things. He... evades, or makes a joke of it, or makes an excuse, anything to avoid dealing with his own emotions."

"Can't deal with things that don't exist," Nick immediately said. He caught Sarah's eye and grinned. They both knew that that was exactly what he'd say... something funny, ish, if you ignore just how fucking bleak of a joke it was.

They peeled off the main road onto a dirt trail that led to an apparently empty field. Nick quirked a brow, but kept an open mind... until they stopped, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

"Sarah, what... what are we doing?" the kit said, but his sister had already left the car and was circling around to his side. She opened his door and glared at him.

"Outside," she said simply, and the kit did as he was told.

She seemed to circle him a bit, and in the night, with the city lights so distant, her eyes practically glowed.

"Not sure if I should be scared, or turned on," the kit said. "I'll go for... both."

"Good answer," Sarah grinned. "Because we're going to play a little game."

"Game?" was all the kit could say before Sarah slapped him across the face hard enough to make him reel back.

"I like it rough," Sarah said. "And yeah, you smack me on the ass, and sometimes you hold me down, and now and then you'll grab my throat or pull my hair. But that's not rough, Nick," she said. "That's not how I need it."

Nick got back to his feet. Glowered at Sarah, but in seconds, his anger melted into lust. Lust, and something else, something viciously potent.

"Yeah?" Nick murmured. "How do you need it?"

"I need you to put your back into it," Sarah said. "Yeah, you've got a big cock... a huge cock, but you're sometimes... careful with it. Like you don't want to hurt me."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Which is nice. Usually," Sarah said. "But sometimes, Nick... I just want you to let loose, and forget that I'm your girl. I just want you to throw me down, and fuck me so hard that I can't think. Like I'm not your girl, or your sister, or anything other than... your bitch."

She tried to slap him again, but Nick was too fast for her. He caught her wrist in his paw and yanked her toward him. There he kissed her, wrapping his other paw in her hair to control her. Then, he yanked hard.

Sarah arched her head back with a gasp, exposing her neck. Nick kissed her ravenously, his other paw groping aggressively at her ass. He then smacked her ass hard enough to make her jump, and he could feel it stinging when he groped her again.

"That's what you want, huh?" he said. "You want me to treat you like my little bitch... my helpless little slut, who I can do anything I want to... anything at all."

"No," Sarah said, almost sweetly. She grinned as Nick drew back, stunned, and then ground her tits, her body against him. "No, I don't. You have to... make me."

She licked her lips as she could practically see the cogs in Nick's head churning. When they generated the energy required to make the lightbulb click, his cock hardened up instantly enough to press against her thigh. She made a show of trying to back away, but he held her firmly by the hair--and then he actually lightly slapped her across the face.

She was stunned by the act, almost as much as him. It made her growl at him, playfully, before they kissed again, wetly, wantonly, and for a long time. As they did, Nick pulled her shorts down, forcefully, feeling her up and down, roughly, needingly. He ground against her thigh, her belly, his cock painfully aroused by now, as he struggled to get his pants down one handed.

"How did we get here," the kit panted. "How... the Hell... did we get here?"

"The interstate, a couple of country roads," Sarah said. "It's not too hard, I've been here before--"

"No, I mean... you... me... us," he said. "It's just... I just feel so lucky, to be here, with... you."

In the darkness, he could only see her green eyes reflecting back at him. He couldn't see her blushing. And she wouldn't blush. She was fucking Sarah, the badass, sexy, crazy, amazing bitch. She wasn't sappy like that.

He grinned. Slapped her again and pulled her hair so that she was on her knees in front of him.

"Bet I had you going there, didn't I?" he grinned.

"No~," she said, trying to pull away, but the kit had a handful of her hair and used it to keep her in place.

He finally got his pants down and with Sarah right in front of him, only had to stroke himself twice before she got her mouth where it belonged. Too aroused to take it slow, Nick instantly began to thrust--hard, and fast, facefucking Sarah with half of the length of his cock. She was gagging--choking--drooling--but that just made Nick fuck her mouth harder.

"Fucking sexy bitch," he growled. "I love the way you slobber on my cock. Love the way you try and take it--but it's too big for you, isn't it? Too fucking big for that tiny mouth of yours?"

He held Sarah in place by her hair in both paws, desperate with strength and thrust forward--and forward--and forward--until he heard a needing glick and felt her swallow against his cockhead. Only then did he pull back, allowing Sarah to gasp in a scandalous breath, before he stroked himself in one paw, and began to shamelessly rub his cock over her face, mussing her sweet features up with his pre and her own spit.

As he did, he smelled her intoxicating arousal in the air. She was touching herself, kissing and licking up at him like a woman in need, because... she was.

This was real. He was real and she was real, and what they were doing was real. She was... into him.

Nick grinned. Smacked her face with his cock, hard, and pulled her hair back firmly to expose her face to him. He then ground his balls over her mouth.

"Suck my fucking balls like you're sucking my cock," he said. But as Sarah began to gently love on his sack, the kit shook his head no and slapped her again to show that he meant business.

"No. Not like that," he said. "Now suck my balls and do it right."

It took Sarah a moment to realize what he meant, and it was good that she did when she did because the kit really did mean business. She bobbed her head up and down on his sack, tugging on his nuts with her mouth none-too-gently. Each of his balls was huge, easily big enough to fill her mouth. But even as she roughly slobbered on his nuts, she couldn't help but realize... how fucking potent he was.

He pulled back, then, and stroked himself with his paw. Rubbing at herself desperately, Sarah nuzzled up at his cock. Even when he began to smack her in the face with his cock, she shamelessly opened her mouth to receive his affections, fuck he was so hot and young and so fucking big!

"Sarah," Nick rasped, in a voice clouded with lust, with need. Her name was all he could manage before he shoved her down.

She arched her back, spreading her legs... but the kit took her by the wrist and ushered her into turning over, facing away from him. He caught a glimpse of her face in the light, or thought he did--but then she grinned and ground her ass up at him for his viewing pleasure. From this angle, he could both smell and see how sopping wet she was. So he took his cock into his paw, to the degree that he could get his paw around his cock, pushed forward--and entered her without warning.

Sarah yelped, too shocked to speak, and in seconds was moaning in time with Nick's powerful repeated thrusts, a lustful mixes of "nos" and "yeses" to egg him on. She had awoken a beast in him, a deep sexual animal, he was fucking so hard that she couldn't think. In that moment, she wasn't his girl, nor his sister, she was just his bitch.

She came at that thought. Tried to get Nick to stop or at least to slow down before she was sore, but he just fucked her harder--and she came again. As the kit continued to pound herself, she found her ecstasy hitting not one bit a string of climaxes, each more powerful than the last, until she was a helpless little ahegao puddle of just yes.

He came at one point. He must have, long before she came to, and when she did, she came too. It was a long time before she began to get up--that was when Nick held her down and held her close.

No words passed between them. None needed to. They were too tingly and tired, and the way he held her...

He was young, and cute, and fucking smart, and wow could he fuck.

"That might have been," Sarah said, still panting, "the single most intense sexual experience of my life. And that includes my birthday, when I invited that baseball team over, you know, the one with the horses and--"

"Sarah?"

"Yeah?"

"Stop talking."

The vixen grinned. Cuddled back against Nick, placing her paws on his.

"You're more hung than those horses, you know," she said. And despite how tuckered out she knew he was, she felt him twitch between her legs. But the kit just grinned.

"You're just saying that to get your clit sucked."

"Fringe benefits of honesty. Hopefully," Sarah said. "And as long as I'm being honest, I..." she swallowed. Held Nick's paw tightly against her chest. In the darkness, he couldn't see her, but he could surely hear the trembling in her voice, the way her heart palpitated.

"I honestly think... and believe... you might be all I've ever wanted and looked for. You know, the... not the one, maybe, but... maybe... the primary one. Maybe the only one, Monday through Friday, and most Saturdays and Sundays. And always and forever the one who I... you know?"

Nick didn't answer. He must have been asleep--or she must not have actually spoken. That made sense. The words sounded so good in her mind, but she wasn't that eloquent. And besides, it was awkward, and mushy, and it wasn't really true. He had just fucked her good, no wonder she was being sappy.

But still. He was young, and cute, and skinny, and smart, and boy could he fuck, and... he was sweet, and gentle, and good to her. And the way he kissed her shoulderblades and cuddled her close...

Maybe this really was something.