Boodins Scene
(from the Tally Road novel- canine Boodins makes amazonian feline Daucery feel like a lil' fluff)
Now Boodins walked along a corridor in a whorehouse, following another Nerre who was in some ways even more intimidating. This one was named Daucery, and she was almost bigger than he was, and quite possibly stronger as well. Very likely stronger. He didn't dare tell her he'd changed his mind. He wasn't sure if he did change his mind, either. This one got paid to fuck, and he was getting a sort of freebie! They'd said, "Poor thing. Daucery will show you how to have it nicely."
Boodins just wondered what that meant, because he knew how to have it nicely. It involved his hand, and he knew what to expect, and it wasn't anything like this frightening, unless he thought Mom was going to open the door on him.
Suddenly, this Daucery wasn't leading the way- her tawny breasts were smooshed against him, her body pressed to his side like she was butter someone had spread over him, and she had a paw right down between his legs, feeling the front of his pants with surprising gentleness. Boodins yipped.
"I said, how come you're hanging back, honey? I won't hurt you. I'm not like Mags, she's kinda crazy, and I don't think she balled you nicely. Let me show you how to be more than a cat toy. I'll make you a man." purred Daucery, looking saucily into his eyes.
"It's, uh, different?" Boodins squeaked. He glanced frantically at the big plateglass windows downstairs, terrified he was being watched.
"Aw." said Daucery. "Sure it is... I'm sorry, puppy, I wasn't thinking how embarrassed that would make you. Can I do it again when we're behind closed doors?" She stepped back, clasped her paws behind her back, and her tail made cute curlicues in the air as she glanced coyly at him.
Boodins tried to get some dignity back, but he was panting and even that little paw-fondle had caused his cock to try and leap forth. Currently it just hurt because it was straining against his pants, which were borrowed from Rai and already too tight to be comfortable.
"Uhhh..."
Daucery earned a few points then- she glanced quickly at the windows, grabbed Boodins' paw in hers, and made for the nearest bedroom with great haste. Ginger feline and frantic young whelp burst through the door, and with a click, it closed behind them and there was privacy.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. Open those pants before it hurts you even worse. I promise, I'll let you catch your breath. I'll even look away if you want..." said Daucery, and then giggled. "I'm gonna peek, though. It felt biiiig under my paw..."
"Um." said Boodins. "Good? I mean, I guess you're into that? Uh, nice line of work for it..."
Daucery flowed up against him again, and this time rather than slipping a paw between his legs, the ginger Nerre's paw went between her own legs, fiddling around while her tail twitched eagerly.
"I'm not sure how you want it, sweetie," she purred, "so just in case- there! That oughta be okay if you're fixing to just grab and take me. Is that your pleasure?" She twirled languidly against him, rubbing breasts, belly, hips against his body until he was frantic to lose the over-tight pants.
"Um! Uh! mm!"
Daucery suddenly hugged him, pressing the whole front of her body against his from chest to thighs. "C'mon. I'm all set. I'm ready right now. You're totally free, take me!"
"That's what's scaring the shit out of me!" yelped Boodins, and screwed his eyes shut. He was terrified he was going to start crying, and also terrified he was going to start coming, or get knot-swoled-up too soon. As he pictured the shame of standing there spurting come and tears in equal proportion, his nose was kissed- and when he opened his eyes, Daucery was looking into them, a lot less demandingly.
"I keep forgetting that Mags shouldn't count, and you're still basically a virgin. And a cutie nicie-pie," she said, and kissed his nose again.
"It's that obvious, huh?"
"Sure. Cheer up, I just... I thought I could get certain things out of you, that's all. Selfish of me. I can do better than that, B... Boodin?"
"Boodins. Boodins Earncy."
"Poor guy. But you seem well favored, I wasn't even fooling about that. Well- it's a habit, I do tell guys that anyway. But what I'm saying is, I can do better than I was doing. Here, you need to loosen those pants, but we'll just sit down and talk a bit, okay? I'm rushing you, being selfish again."
"I don't get it," said Boodins, letting his erection sproing gratefully out and sitting on the bed. "How is that selfish? I thought it was just whore stuff and I wasn't acting right. Um, I'm sorry! I called you a... name."
"In this city, sweetie, it's a job description. That's what Arle puts on our taxes."
"Arlie?"
"Demarle. You know, the big bouncy white fluffball. I'm lucky I snagged you instead of her- well, probably lucky. That's a nice dick. Are you a rowdy puppy in the sack, sweetie?"
"Huh?" said Boodins, embarrassed again, and looking away.
"Crap. I am making a total hash of this. Poor guy, I'm no better than Mags with you. That's a lie, I'm sure I'm at least paying better attention. How the hell did she take that? She's promiscuous as hell, but I don't think she does any particular exercises."
"Uh- we hit a bump in the road, and I couldn't help it. I didn't mean to knot her like that!"
"Wow." said Daucery. "I bet she hurt your ears, even in better circumstances she's pretty noisy."
"She fainted."
"I'm envious. But that's no concern of yours, right now I'm just wondering if I'm the right girl for you. How about I try to tone it down, okay? Maybe we should have asked Faisand. Mind you, I'm not sure you'd pick her out... but it would be your loss, we love Faisand a lot and she deserves to keep some of the regular thing in her life..."
Boodins was beginning to get confused, but it was a welcome distraction. He was terrified he'd start coming before the ginger kitty even touched him. It would be better to keep the distraction going. "Who's Faisand?"
"You don't know her? You've probably heard of her. She practically invented us- the first expatriate superstar cat whore on the Runge homeworld. Without her, we wouldn't have this place, or the reputation. She's our mum-cat. She's exquisite."
Boodins was still casting about for conversation that wouldn't inflame him. "Did you say, you're not sure I'd pick her out?"
Daucery shot him a glance. "You'd better not repeat that. Don't you dare repeat that. I'm not going to hurt her feelings again. I know I'm blunt, but I have such respect for that lady..."
"I won't, I won't! But what did you mean?"
The stunning ginger feline heaved a heavy sigh, and some of the sex-appeal she was exuding in every direction diminished, to Boodins' relief.
"Okay, we all have our preferences, right? Faisand is getting, well, old. Maybe you're a breast guy. Hers are going pretty slack, were never very big to start with. She's always been bony and lithe, now she's more scrawny. I happen to know if you're a cunt guy, a sensation guy, she's still your cat- that lady could dent a goddamn steel bar, she's astonishing- but the rest of us are getting the normal trade. Faisand is doing specialty stuff that she doesn't care for all that much, that's all I'll say."
"So, you mean, if I liked an old lady I should be with her instead?"
"Please, honey, don't call her that. You have no idea how much we love her, and she has her pride. I wish we could do more."
"Uh, you mean it would be good if I did fuck her so she'd feel better?"
"Now hang on- that is so not what I'm suggesting. You're flagging, honey, do you want me to fluff you a bit?"
"No no!" yipped Boodins. "I actually wanted to settle down some and talk. Unless you don't have time to do that? You tell me what I can do. I wanted to talk until I wasn't freaked out."
"Aw! I've got a good amount of time, it's early in the day still. We don't get a lot of walk-ins during the usual work-day, though there are always some. After hours is usually the way, sometimes we're up pretty late. But that's not your problem. I'm awake. Barely. So, you a breast guy?"
"Um- yup! Yes, I certainly am!"
"Oooh. I like how you sounded happier. It would be either me or Demarle, then. I'm rangier, Arle is more several tons of fun- don't tell her I said that. Good, good. Titty-fucking, then? I mean, is that how you'll want it?"
Boodins blinked. "I'm not even paying! Shouldn't you tell me how you want it?"
"Oh no. You tell me what YOUR pleasure is."
"Oh no no! You tell me!" retorted Boodins, ears perked.
"I asked first!" teased Daucery.
"Yeah, well, I, uh..."
"Come on, you must have a pleasure! Think it over, what's your heart's desire? I'll make it happen for you or get someone who can. Your first real fuck ought to be special for you, not goddamn Mags raping you."
"Um."
"You're stalling." purred Daucery, whiskers curling in amusement.
"I'm THINKING."
"What is it, anal or something, that you don't want to admit? We've seen it all, sweetie."
"No, no! It's just..."
Daucery tilted her head. Her emerald eyes glinted with amusement and a hint of predatory desire. Her whiskers were a picture of feline anticipation.
Boodins took a breath.
"If it's up to me..."
"It so totally is, cutie." replied Daucery.
"I want to do whatever would turn you on the very most that you could possibly ever be turned on. Ever." said Boodins in a rush.
Daucery's eyes widened. "Really."
"Uh-huh!"
"Really."
"I just told you!"
The beautiful, rangy, muscular ginger cat seemed to shrink into herself a bit. She looked thoughtful. "You know, that would be perfect- and thank you, Boodins, thank you so much- I believe you can. You mean it?"
"Yeah! Um... what are you thinking? I kinda hope it's not really weird, okay?"
Daucery laughed, but there was a curious lack of humor in it. "Depends what you'd call weird. It's not something I talk about because it won't really help business. You're okay with me telling you? Faisand knows too."
"Of course, and you better tell me before I get freaked out again, please?"
"Oh, no no, we're not talking anything you'd not like. Um, you might hurt your back, but you looked young and excitable and I was actually trying to get you to do this without saying what it meant to me..."
Boodins whined. "What?"
"I mentioned Magarce. Boodins, I want to BE Magarce."
"A psycho pirate kitty raping people on trucks?"
"No!" said Daucery. "What I mean is, look at me!"
Boodins looked. It was pretty rewarding. The ginger Nerre was a tall, powerful creature, well muscled with large breasts and boldly flaring hips. Just looking her over was exciting. "Oooh."
"Heh. You like that, I can see. Good for you, you'll be happy. Boodins, at heart I would like to be tiny like Mags. Just a little fluff. I'd like to romp as boldly as I do now- but at that size. It would be overwhelming, and I wouldn't feel like I was looming over everybody awkwardly. On this planet, I don't have to be the tallest female in the room all the time- I'm kinda normal size. I left Ause because on our homeworld I'm a freak, Boodins, just a freak."
The lovely cat looked bitter and sad saying this, like it was old pain she was re-feeling, and Boodins' impulsive heart went out to her. "But... you're just beautiful! I mean, oh my God, your boobies, and your body, and your boobies, and..."
Daucery glanced at him inquiringly. "You counted my tits twice."
"There are two of them!" replied Boodins promptly.
Daucery laughed. "Good boy! So that's the deal. You wanted to know. It's nothing exotic that I need, it's just a personal fantasy. Actually I often run with that fantasy while at work."
Boodins' ears were splayed comically in confusion. "So... so what do I do? I don't know how to make you feel tiny. I don't want your boobies to be tiny, even if you do. Now what? I'm all confused."
"What you gotta do- is what I was trying to get you to do. I bet you can do it, but I can see you're just too nice to do it without being told."
"Uh. It sounds like you want me to HIT you. Do what?"
Daucery's eyes glittered and went very green. "You're a young Resten male. You've got a hell of a big dick, and you look strong and healthy."
"...yeaaaahhh?" said Boodins, fascinated.
"I'm going to explain a few things to make sure you understand."
"...yeaaaahhh?"
"And then, you're gonna grab me, and fuck the SHIT out of me like you're trying to break me." purred Daucery, and her eyes gleamed with a wild light, and her nipples were standing up outrageously stiff.
"Ooooh."
"Probably you'll get the most aggressive humping if you're on my back, because you guys naturally go for that- you can play with my tits all you want later." said Daucery. "I want your hips free, and I want you to have your feet well planted. I'll hold myself like I was a Resten so your body doesn't get confused or strained..."
The ginger cat was wriggling, and panting, and Boodins was getting heady scents of female feline arousal- a strange pungency that was flaring to extraordinary sharpness. She continued, urgently. "Understand, I do this for a living. You're a sweetie, you'll want to be careful. I don't want you to be careful. I want to feel like a lil' fluff in way over her head. That's my kink. Now you know. So when you're ready, let's get it going, and then baby- go fucking crazy in me. Knot me and start churning, as hard and deep as you possibly can..."
Boodins' eyes were wide, and his tongue lolled in delight. "I think I can do that!"
"I'm gonna love this. You young excitable Resten are GREAT at this. I'm gonna love this..."
"Um," inquired Boodins, "should I be doing things to, you know, warm you up?"
"Are you joking?" purred Daucery unsteadily. "I'm about ready to get off just telling you all that."
"Do you need to be in some kind of position, or do we need to, you know, get ready or... I don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing, though I bet I can figure it out..."
Daucery twisted away, sprang into the center of the bed with a powerful leap that startled Boodins terribly, and crouched facing away from him, her face pressed to the sheets. Her tail was held so hard to the side it twanged, her behind jutting up boldly, legs spread and braced so hard that her muscles stood out. Her claws dug into the bedsheets savagely. Her little pink anus, surrounded by tawny fur, poked out, then tucked in, then poked out, as if Daucery's body was madly tensing and then melting into the pose, and beneath it, framed by that same tawny fur, Daucery's pussy- pouting open and glistening with feline gloopy lube.
Boodins stared transfixed, and a waft of the ginger cat's pussy juices hit him, an olfactory note that seared through his brain with its alien urgency. As he watched, she suddenly adjusted her position, presenting at a shallower angle for his canine conveninence.
Daucery's legs were trembling. A lot.
"Whenever... you're ready... oooh boy... come on! Your body knows what to do!" cried Daucery eagerly.
Boodins sat on the end of the bed, nonplussed but very pleased. He glanced at the door, but nobody was going to come in- or if someone did, it'd be another sex-mad kitty and that would be kinda cool. He glanced at Daucery's butt. Her tail was quivering. That was kinda cool too...
Boodins Earncy slowly realized that, for all practical purposes, this was his turn. This Daucery seemed honestly frantic for his lovemaking- apparently because she craved rowdy excitable guys, and she figured his inexperience would make him freak out and go at her like a pile-driver. She'd more or less begged him to do that.
No- wait- not exactly. Boodins' ears perked as he put two and two together. It wasn't that she wanted him to be an excitable kid- she didn't need that from him. She was hoping to be ravished- she wanted to feel like a kittenish waif, rather than the tall, rangy, athletic creature she really was.
Boodins began to wag against the bedsheet. He was going to remember this one for a long time. He was going to get a clear scent of something he hadn't expected to meet for a while yet- and yes, he was going to please the kitty.
"Come ON, puppy!" cried Daucery.
"Hush." said Boodins, moving up behind her.
"Come on, give me that..."
"Hush." said Boodins, and his voice wasn't what it had been. It wasn't much deeper, but... authoritative.
Daucery glanced back at him, startled. Boodins didn't look away- he gazed solemnly back at her, his muzzle raised, his bearing confident. He saw her eyes go wider, and he smiled.
"You've got lots of time to be noisy. For right now, Daucery, hush. I want to remember the sound this makes..."
Boodins played with his sheath, quickly becoming fully erect. He thought briefly of trying to get his knot going- but no, there was another idea. Ideas were just popping into his mind left and right now. If he was in control- maybe he could use her imagination, not just his...
"Close your eyes."
She obeyed him immediately, her feline ass wriggling slightly in anticipation. Boodins marveled at her delicious body. These kitties must make vast sums, he thought- this is amazing. Well- time to amaze. Let's see if this works.
"This is my finger."
She must surely have expected penetration- her claws dug at the bedsheets- but it wasn't that she got. Boodins was remembering some things he'd done to Magarce while she was incoherent. This one had got her clenching and moaning drunkenly- combined with the fantasy, it might do a number on this Daucery. Boodins wished himself luck- and thumped Daucery's tailbase firmly with his whole hand.
"Nghhh! Uhhh!"
The effect exceeded his expectations. Daucery bought into the fantasy with an urgency that amazed him. She pressed to the bed, panting great heaving gasps, and didn't try to look back at him- and that elegant feline pussy was pouting harder and harder.
"Hope I won't be too rough! I have to pet you with just one finger."
Boodins thumped her tailbase again, then stroked down her back with the edge of his hand, putting the full force of his arm into it. He did some more petting, down against the base of her tail, again trying to mimic the impression of a giant male finger caressing a tiny, increasingly frantic kitty. From the sound of things, Daucery was losing her mind- moaning unrestrainedly now. Boodins hoped the next things went according to plan.
"This might not fit if you tense up..."
Boodins let her tense up- expecting that she'd take the hint.
"It might be a little much for you, don't tense up..."
The ginger cat moaned, and thrust her butt in the air, before remembering she was trying to hold a Resten-like posture. Boodins smiled. Losing track of things a little... good.
"This is my dick."
Boodins thumped his fist, knuckles formed into a cock-like point, against the pouting, wet, Nerre pussy- and pushed fairly hard, while frantically working his sheath and praying for stiffness.
That got the ginger kitty's full attention. Her body convulsed, she grabbed the bedspread with four sets of claws, she let out a shriek and began twisting around and stammering hysterically. "GYAH! No but if you, I mean I know it might seem like, I mean..."
"Don't tense up!" snapped Boodins. The frantic feline couldn't decide whether to play along, or to go limp expecting a Resten fist to thrust into her- and in the anxiety and confusion, just as Boodins had hoped, Daucery stiffened and tensed up rather than relaxing.
And that was the moment Boodins Earncy chose- to seize Daucery's hips, and in a single fierce shove, thrust his stiff cock fully into her frantic, wildly aroused yet panicked pussy.
Boodins noted the bold juicy slurp of it, for just an instant- and then folded his ears back, for the ginger cat let out a godawful shriek and clung to the bed like it was the ceiling. He braced his paws well, and took a deep breath. Her cunt felt awesome- clenchingly, quiveringly alive on him.
"Hang... on!" gasped Boodins, and with that, the young Resten gave himself over completely to what Daucery had begged him to do to her. His body bucked and thrashed as he threw himself into it- he grabbed her hips, then wrapped his arms around her, then grabbed her hips again when his lower back began to hurt, and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to thrusting his canine cock as violently as he could within his lover.
Daucery's reaction was gratifying- after the initial clinging to the bed in shock, she had apparently figured out he hadn't fisted her- but all the setup had done what he'd hoped. She reacted very much as if he was really what he'd suggested- her puss had stayed very tight, to the point that it was deliciously uncomfortable on him, and the sounds she was making were outrageously exciting. The ginger cat writhed and wailed as if tormented by joys too intense to handle.
Very quickly, Boodins felt himself tying her. It was a savage, noisy flurry of thrusting and wet sounds and shrieks, and it was all just too exciting, not to mention intimidating. As his knot swelled harder and harder, he thought Daucery would twist around and disembowel him in her hysteria- he noticed huge shredded rips in the bedsheets, with alarm.
In the end, Boodins simply grabbed his feline lover's body in a tight embrace with his arms, toppled over onto his side holding her, wrapped his legs around hers as best he could for good measure, and just hung on, gritting his teeth as his knot swelled up harder than he'd ever felt it.
Daucery could not settle into his embrace- the beautiful ginger cat twisted and writhed, her ears laid back as the knot inflated inside her. She kicked a leg back, then she kicked both legs back, paws clawing at nothing as her rump squeezed Boodins' sheath- and in that position, Daucery let out a wavering shriek that was jolted and broken up by a series of brutal clenches and shudders.
She ran out of breath before she ran out of orgasm- Boodins felt her buck and jerk as her ragged voice gave way to little harsh squeaks and mews. This, thought Boodins, is Nerre orgasm. This is that holy grail. It's way better than I thought it would be, and I can't believe I didn't get clawed to bits. Next time, not so fucking dramatic.
...my back hurts. Wow, my back really hurts...
Daucery trembled, taking great heaving gasps of air, and began to relax- whether from satiation, or simple exhaustion, wasn't clear. With relief, Boodins loosened his death-grip on the powerful feline, and with gratitude felt her pussy loosening its death-grip on his cock-base.
Boodins began stroking her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her pussy where his cockbase transfixed it, the slight lump that betrayed the titanic pressure of his knot wedged in her. The ginger cat moaned, trembling not in a steady motion, but in sharp little spasms that racked her as if thunder was echoing around inside her.
Boodins kept stroking her, feeling his nuts empty in steady, insistent spurts into the depths of his lover. She was feverishly hot. Well- friction? That and exertion. He'd barely been able to hang on to her. Boodins stroked her ears, and she nuzzled against his caress.
There had to be something to say at this point, but amazingly, it continued to be 'silence'.
No, wait- 'purring'. Wow- deep, intense purring.
Made him wish he could do that, too, because that was just how he felt.