One night at the Library
One nigh...
One night at the Library
The silence in the large library was pervasive as it was deafening. An ancient Lion dozed blissful by the entrance, content that the almost empty library would tend to its own needs, for the time being at least. As it was so early in the year the library had seen only the most dedicated of students and of those most had left by nightfall.
A coyote was one of the unfortunate few who either lacked the social life or was driven enough to remain. Looking over the piles of books and paper, he idly doodled as he sighed, knowing full well which category he fell into. The only other person in the library was a slightly pudgy female goat. She sat a few tables over elbow deep in her own pile of books.
The Coyote sighed again, not for the first or last time, as he rose to retrieve yet another thick tome for his growing pile of dead trees. Moving down the empty quiet shelves he came to the very back of the library. Here, in this forgotten corner tables lined the wall as book shelves seemed to stretch for an eternity behind him.
As he withdrew another codex the goat girl approached, perusing the shelf for her own study material.
"Hi." He said quietly, not daring to commit the taboo of banishing the silence to harshly. After all, a conversation with the cute goat girl was preferable to returning to his books.
"Hey." She used the same near whispered tone he had used.
"So, what are you studying?"
She groaned and pushed her glasses up her long snout. "Don't talk to me about that, that's the last thing I want to think about at the moment."
"Yeah, I get what you mean. So . . . . um . . ." The Coyote silently cursed whatever force it was that made the mind go blank in the presence of attractive females. As she idly thumbed the books with her hoof the silence dragged on. Growing increasingly desperate, he threw out the first thing that finally came to mind.
"Ever done anything wild and spontaneous?" He had to physicality prevent himself from face palming. What a stupid question.
"No." She said bluntly as she sighed.
He was a little surprised. "Really? Nothing at all?"
"I've . . .. been busy." She shrugged.
"Everyone's got to do something crazy every once in a while, just to live life, you know?"
"Yeah?" She stepped towards him, looking up into the taller coyote's eyes. "Do you do wild and spontaneous things often?"
Was it his imagination, or did she almost sound hopeful? He carefully weighted up his options, considering consequences and the likely outcomes of his next few actions.
Fuck it he'll just do it.
He leaned into her, gently caressing her upper lip with his own. He held the kiss for a moment, the tip of his canine muzzle massaging her soft sparsely furred nose. Stepping back, he felt himself blush as fear gripped him.
"That was wrong ... sorry ... I um ..." He briefly wondered if he could outrun the nearest cop.
To his relief she giggled. Placing both hooves over her month, she said through the steepled digits. "Spontaneous, right?" There was a devious glint in her eyes.
"Yeah, spontaneous." He couldn't suppress a smile of both relief and appreciation. But why was she looking at him like that?
She pounced on him. The shelves behind them shuddered as the surprised Coyote was forced into them. They embraced again as he felt her strong ruminant mouth envelop his lower lip. He returned the gesture by clasping her upper lip with his own. Feeling her tongue brush over him he widened his jaw allowing their tongues to entwine. Her rough ruminant tongue was thicker and more textured then his canine tongue, but he enjoyed the shared passion none the less.
The heat between the two increased as he pushed the embrace deeper. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking her flanks as he pulled her into his body. She slid a hoof under his shirt and run her hand over his stomach, caressing his underside with her hoof.
As they continued the embrace he felt her other hoof on his thigh, moving upward to glide over his rapidly growing member and grasping the hem of his pants. He placed a paw on her wrist as he broke the kiss and looked deep into her eyes.
"Are you sure? Once this starts, there is no going back." She licked his nose in response, the sultry glint in her eyes now joined by an equally seductive smile.
Grasping her small shoulders, he walked her backwards until they ran into one of the tables. He spun her around, pushing her down onto the table to allow access to that glorious rear. The perfectly formed shape was evident even through the skirt she wore. Her short, triangular tail sat bolt upright, its pink underside a tantalizing taste of what lay below. As he observed her voluptuous rear and exposed tail a faint scent entered his nose. It was warm, inviting, and demanding of investigation.
The coyote knelt, determined to explore the origin of that wonderful aroma. He peeled the skit upward as her tail twitched, working its way free from the hole in the skirt to return stiffly to attention.
He ran his nose up the inside of her legs, inhaling deeply. The heavy scent told him she was obviously in heat. The thick aroma was distinct from the smell of one of his own species in oestrus, but he found it equally alluring. The chemicals surging through his nostrils intensified the animalistic urges of want and need in him. The information that washed over him was clear, concise and demanding. It was more brilliant then a blinding light and more deafening then the loudest klaxon. One powerful message shot from his olfactory senses directly into his brain: This is a female, ready, willing, and with one demand to convey in the strongest possible terms: Fuck me.
If his mind was able to create a coherent thought at that point he may have considered that her current position in the oestrus cycle may have had an impact on her willingness to succumb to his somewhat random and impulsive advances. Such thoughts, however, were obliterated in an all consuming need to bath himself in that wonderfully potent scent.
Bracing herself over the table, the Goat inhaled sharply as she felt her panties drawn downward, cool air invading her most intimate of places. Her tiny pink star and engorged sex, moist with her own need were possibly the most magnificent sight the Coyote had ever witnessed.
She emitted a single muffled moan, biting down on her forearm in a vain attempt to preserve the library's silence as the coyote, with paws on either curvaceous buttock, leaned in and gave her nether lips a single long lap with his hot tongue. Utterly unsatisfied with a single taste, he returned again and again, penetrating her lips to grind her clitoris with his hot tongue before dragging the textured organ up her slit and over her rosebud. His muzzle became matted and soaked in his own saliva and her juices as her sex expelled more and more of the glorious fluid in response to his attentions. He began to focus intently on her clit, lashing it with his tongue as she began to lean onto him. In response he penetrated her deeply, causing the canine teeth on his lower jaw to sharply drag across her sensitive clit. The sudden change from soft, hot tongue to hard pointed tooth shoot pleasure through her body, drawing forth another muffled moan.
He sat back, observing her sex lathered in his saliva as he rolled his tongue around his mouth, tasting her as he greedily swallowed the magnificent scent made liquid. Feeling the lack of attention, the goat girl gave a frustrated groan as she shook her rear, tail twitching in need.
Never one to refuse a lady in distress, the Coyote stood. With a speed only the lust driven can achieve he lowered his pants and undergarments, his Canine cock springing forth from its confinement. The engorged organ was thick and red, the pointed canine tip already expelling precum. The shaft ended in a small, deflated bulb, patiently awaiting envelopment in a willing female. The rest of the Coyote, however, was less patient as he grasped the shaft and run the tip of the penis over her tail. The small tail was now laying flat against the goats back, straining to expose her needy organs further. He ran the tip over her rose bud, down into her labia, just parting the lips before continuing over her clit before reversing direction. As he teased her nether lips once more, her felt hard hoof tip close around his cock. Holding it in place, she backed onto him. The coyote's stiff member became enveloped by her folds, sinking into her hot depths.
He closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure, a sentiment shared by the goat, who had now given up all pretence of restraint as she moaned loudly into the air in bliss. Her soft, warm walls gripped his cock from knot to tip as he hilted inside her. Her tail twitched uncontrollably over his belly, flicking over his stomach. He drew out of her, the tight wet folds hugging him as he withdrew until only the tip remained lodged in her wet entrance. With another moan he thrust into her, the table thudding against the wall as it absorbed the force of his rut.
With paws now firmly grasping the goats hips the coyote began to build up a good pace, his thrusting member coating her inner walls in his canine precum. In response to the increase in pace his knot began to swell. It slammed again and again into her entrance, provoking the sounds of bliss being flung from the Goats muzzle to reach a fevered pitch as each thrusts apex was accompanied by his knot mashing into her clit. She returned each trust he made as the pair lost themselves in the heat and lust of the mating, the tables chorus of connections with he library wall mirroring the rutting animals rapid copulation.
Her warm wet and velvety walls gripped him like a glove, the resistance to his entrance just enough elicit the maximum amount of pleasure. As the Coyote looked over the panting female impaling herself on him, he felt the inevitability of his bursting seed rapidly approaching. His canine instincts took over, turning his long, powerful strokes to short brutal ones. The knot at the base of his penis pummelled her entrance, constantly grinding her clit as each forceful thrust attempted to gain more ground. He suddenly clamped down on the back of her neck with his jaws, emitting a feral, dominating growl as he forcefully pulled her onto himself while he drove his cock into her. With that last powerful punch his knot penetrated her outer walls. Once snugly inside, the knot blossomed, stretching her further as it finally reached its full size. The friction and pressure of the hot cock and knot completely filling her catapulted the goat into intense orgasm. Pleasure electrified every nerve in her body as her vaginal walls clamped down on the male organs. Her senses were overwhelmed with pure ecstasy as she felt his hot seed erupt into her.
As the pressure on his cock and knot suddenly increased orgasm tore through the Coyotes body. He shuddered in pleasure as he delivered his canine seed deep into his mate. He gripped her tightly as he continued to expel into her, feeling her convulse in the throws of her own sexual climax. The knowledge that she was awash with pleasure that he had given her only intensify his own lingering orgasm, drawing one last spurt of cum from his cock.
The exhausted pair collapsed onto the table as he released her slender neck. The panting Coyote licked the back of her neck, relived to taste that he hadn't drawn blood. "Sorry about that." He said. "I, er, got a little carried away."
"Oh f-u-c-k." she sighed, long and low. Resting her head on the table breathing deeply she didn't appear to have heard him. The Coyote spent the next ten minutes laying atop the goat, grooming her upper back and neck. Finally with a wet pop his knot slipped from her as he gave a weak murmur.
The Coyote stiffly climbed off her. He saw his own seed and copious amounts of her own sexual fluid drip down her legs to make a mess on her panties. The slow dribble became a torrent as she stood.
"Next time." The tired goat said, righting her dishevelled clothing, drawing her panties back up. "We should use less clothing."
"Next time?" He said hopefully, reaching down to pull his own pants up. His paw felt wet, sticky fluid over his pants. It seemed he was not without his own mess to clean up.
"Yeah, next time." She handed him a small piece of paper before retrieving her glasses, which had fallen to the ground at some point during their love making. She disappeared into the shelves without another word.
He opened the paper. It read only: 'Spontaneously be here same time next week.'
That was one Library visit he was looking forward to.