The Forfeit
Dear Pentmouse!
Hi, you might remember me. You published my letter telling you how I met my girlfriend a few months ago, when I used to work at a gym. Well, I got fired after that little incident, but it was well worth it. For one thing, I got a better job working as a personal trainer for an agency, and Carol is probably the most exciting lover I've had. Most furs I've spoken to have a thing about bunnies, but if you like your sex kinky and often then rats are where it's at. Since I started dating her, I've done things that my other girlfriends would have slapped me for even suggesting. As you might have guessed, I'm one happy rabbit. Last week she found the copy of the letter I'd kept in my desk at work. I thought I was in for a world of pain, but she didn't have a problem with me looking at porn at work and she didn't mind me writing to you guys. Luckily for me, she was very happy with the way it turned out. So happy, she's letting me tell you all about another of our relationship's high points. This ones for you, babe!
Something fun that Carol introduced me to early on was the concept of "forfeits". Say I promise to wash the dishes and then forget to do it. If my friends did that, their girlfriend would nag them until they gave in and did it. Carol doesn't nag me. If I do something wrong, I have to pay a forfeit. Carol being the dirty minded little rodent that she is, it's usually a) sexual and b) painful. Of course, I'm not totally henpecked and the forfeit system does work both ways. I've gotten more than a little payback in our time together. All in all, it's a very effective way of dealing with the stupid, petty arguments than make dating someone suck so much.
For example, take last Thursday. I had to work late that night, so I asked Carol to tape the game for me, which she promised to do before she went to teach her evening class. When I got back from work I popped the tape into the machine and instead of the display of sporting prowess I was expecting, all I got was another update from some reality TV crap that Carol watches every now and then. Carol apologised when she realised she had forgotten about taping the football, but I soon cheered up when she stroked my chin with her slender, dexterous tail, put her arms around my neck and asked me to make sure I came up with something special for her forfeit.
The next day, I went shopping during my lunch break. I made a few purchases from the kind of place that doesn't appear in the local tourist guides. Inspired by a photo shoot in this selfsame magazine, I had a good idea for a forfeit. After a quick visit to the hardware store, I was all set for a fun night in. As neither of us were working that evening, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to get my own back.
I made sure that I got home before she did, and I was waiting for her in the hall when she unlocked the door and hung her coat neatly upon the hook. She had just enough time to say "He-" before I interrupted by taking her by the paw and leading her upstairs. She protested as she followed me, but I couldn't help but notice that her complaints were just a little bit half-hearted as she kicked off her shoes and began to undo her blouse while I kicked the bedroom door open.
"Alright Dean, care to explain where all this alpha male machismo is leading?" she asked, managing to sound convincing even as she unhooked the clasp of her bra and exposed her breasts. As always, they were firm and perfectly formed, swaying slightly in time to her movements. I've got a thing for boobs, and any heterosexual male that tells you he hasn't isn't a liar. Carol has many talents, and she's an expert at weakening my resolve. I forced myself to concentrate on the task in hand, and I looked up at her face once more. I tried to keep my voice stern and authoritative, and tried to keep the cave-troll "Ug want boobies!" thoughts under control. It sure as hell wasn't easy.
"This is your forfeit, Carol Pepper." I intoned, "Remove any unnecessary clothing and close your eyes."
She pouted with mock shame. Her lower lip curled out and her pretty brown eyes grew wide and sorrowful. Her whiskers drooped down to her shoulders, which drooped as she lowered her head. If I didn't know she was pretending, I'd have been feeling pretty damn guilty. Instead, I watched her toy nervously with her tail, running it between her paws and crackling the joints near the tip.
"Well, a-alright Mr Bryant" she stammered, "but how will I know which clothes are unnecessary?"
I spent a New York minute considering the answer to that question. When she stepped out of her panties and closed her eyes, I took a moment to look her up and down. It always helps to count your blessings, doesn't it? Carol is tall for a rat, about 5'2". Her hourglass figure flatters everything she wears, which is great for me because she does a great line in kinky clothing. Her fur is the deep brown of fresh hot chocolate, but glossy with vitality.
Heh, Jesus, I'm starting to sound like a pet food commercial. Let's just say that I'm a lucky guy and leave it at that, shall we? Satisfied that she wasn't peeking, I closed the door and removed what I had hidden upon the hook.
"OK, you can look now"
Carol opened her eyes, glanced at the lengths of rope hanging from my arm and smiled slightly. She rested her paws on her hips and gave me the kind of look my first teacher used to give me when she caught me pulling Jenny Crowther's hair in maths class. She narrowed her eyes and looked at me through her lashes.
"Whatever could you be planning to do with that?" she asked, leaning forward slightly. Her smile was threatening to turn into a full blown grin, but she was winning that battle.
I slid my index finger from her sternum, ruffling the fur between her breasts as I continued upwards onto her neck. I raised her muzzle so that I was looking into her sparkling brown eyes. She looked at me expectantly, although there was a spark of growing excitement in her .
"It's part of your forfeit," I said, stroking behind her right ear, something that we both really enjoyed.. Carol closed her eyes and smiled broadly. "Don't do the crime if you can't do the time."
With an exaggerated sigh, she held out her paws. I hitched the rope onto my shoulder and darted forward. I picked her up easily and cradled her in my arms, and she literally squeaked with surprise. Giggling, she kicked her legs as I carried her to the bed and lowered her onto the duvet. She put her arms around my neck and I gave her loving kiss. She responded in kind, and we lay like that for a moment. Carol broke off first, and gave my ears a playful tweak.
"Not much of a forfeit, hon" she said, smiling up at me.
I remembered the rope, and pulled my arms out from beneath her. I uncurled the first length of rope and tied it firmly to the bedpost. The other end went around her ankle. I slipped my finger between the rope and her fur to make sure it wasn't tight enough to cause any harm. I did the same with the other ankle. For her wrists, I used a different knot, one that she could slip out of if she really had to. If something went horribly wrong, I didn't want Carol to be any danger. Who said you never learn anything useful in the scouts?
"You have me at your mercy, rabbit. Watcha gonna do now?"
I lay down next to her and tickled her armpit. She giggled and struggled hard, but the ropes held.
"Oh, you bastard," she laughed, "That's evil"
I stopped tickling and kissed her again. At the same time, I reached around beneath the pillow for what I had hidden there. I slipped the blindfold over her eyes before she could react. The expressions that flashed across her face in the following moments were interesting to say the least. First, there was astonishment, then nervousness, and then a wonderful, sexy smile. I stroked her cheek, and she turned her face to my touch, kissing my fingers. I explored her body, picking a spot at random and running my paws across the fur. Sometimes I used my paws, but I touched her body with other parts of my body too. When I gently squeezed her inner thigh her muscles tensed with surprise, but she made no attempt to escape, although she was beginning to fidget a little as she began to get a little excited. She wasn't the only one: I could feel my cock stirring in it's sheath and I'd barely done anything yet. Her ever present scent became noticeably stronger, perhaps because of my heightened arousal or maybe because of hers. I don't know which.
We keep a bottle of lube by the bed, and I would need it for what I was planning to do. I silently retrieved the container. Carol listened intently, seeking some audio clue to what I was about to do next and where I would be when I did it. I kept absolutely silent, her heavy breathing the only sound as I squeezed a healthy amount into my palm and liberally coated first my fingers, and then the outer lips of her sex. Heat was already present, and she was already slightly damp between the legs as the tip of my finger skidded along her slit. She tried to push against my finger, but I had been expecting that and yanked it away. She sniffed the air, and she smiled knowingly.
"I know what that is!" she chirruped, in a sing-song manner.
I said nothing. Even if I hadn't touched her, I didn't doubt that she could smell the lube. We bought strawberry scented for a reason, after all. I reached under the bed and pulled out my weapons of choice while she teased me, convinced she had the measure of the game. She was in for a surprise.
"Ooh, so you're gonna fuck me while I'm at your mercy. That gonna make you feel like a big, tough bunny after you missed that little game of yours?"
I leaned close and spoke softly into her ear. I wanted to see the look on her face as I gave her the good news.
"I did think of that, but I came up with something better. I picked up a couple of guys at a bar and I'm going to let *them* do that"
Her jaw dropped, and I had to cram my paw into my mouth to keep from giggling like a schoolgirl as I watched her struggle with the bonds and listened to the litany of abuse she hurled at me. She took a deep breath and started to say something.
"Rep-"
Both of us had given out forfeits that involved restraints and power play, and usually "No, stop!" meant "Yes please!". For occasions when "No" really did mean exactly that, we used the safe word "Repugnant". If either of us didn't like the way a game was going, we could say the safe word and that game immediately be over. I tried to fight my disappointment, but it was hard to take. I thought she trusted me more than that. Moments passed, but still she didn't finish the word. She appeared to be thinking hard. I held my breath and I held the length of string that would undo the nearest restraint. She closed her mouth again and shuffled, getting as comfortable as the restraints allowed. She smiled in my general direction, following the scent of the lube.
"Alright, I'll play." she purred. I couldn't help but break into a smile, and planted a misaligned kiss upon her lips. Her tongue snaked out and touched mine for a second, and I pulled away once more. From the pile in front of me, I selected a pair of special gloves that I had bought from "Al's Erotic Outlet". They were designed to give somebody the paws of a different species. They were popular with the masturbatory, because it really did feel like someone else was pawing you off. Somebody with cold paws admittedly, but real enough for what I needed.
"How about a little challenge?" I said, as I donned the gloves.
To start with, I had chosen the splayed, rough pad of a fox. It came complete with longer claws than my own, though these were specially blunted to pose absolutely no danger. Shredding your sheath really spoils a good five finger salute. To complement the fetching mittens, I picked up the specially shaped dildo that went with it. It was five inches long, one inch round and a sizeable knot near it's base for that feeling of being tied. The knot would recede at the click of a button for immediate release.. It was a little smaller than mine both ways, not counting the lump near the base. It was a good way to start the evening.
"If you can guess both of their species, I'll pay a forfeit." I said, as I adjusted one of the gloves. "If you guess wrong, you owe me another one. Deal?"
"Deal".
Once more, I ran my hands all over her. The gloves dulled the feel of her smooth fur and toned body, but I was having fun just watching her reaction as the unfamiliar configuration ruffled her fur. I made a point of using a softer grip than the one I usually employed as I stroked her thighs. The tips of the claw left trails in her fur, though they weren't sharp enough to break the skin. I breathed hard close to her neck and growled as best I was able.
"So you're the rat Dean was telling me about, hmm?" I said, in my best fox accent. "I'll enjoy knowing you..."
I lay on top of her, taking care to keep my cock away from her pussy. I didn't want to spoil my fun just yet. I rocked back and forth and tapped the head of the dildo against her outer lips. With exquisite slowness, I pretended to mount her using the fake phallus. I spoofed a slightly harder thrust, and eased part of the dildo inside her well lubricated cunt. She gasped and moaned as the unfamiliar member penetrated her, and I let go just long enough to pinch one of her nipples between my substitute claws. She strained at her bonds, trying to force it deeper inside. I pulled it back a little bit and thrust inwards firmly, until the knot tapped her clitoris. She wailed and bucked as it speared her, and I pulled back and forth, giving it to her hard and fast with the sex toy as I growled and barked and humped away.
"I'm going to tie with you now, bitch" I snarled. "Here it comes!"
I pressed the button and the knot shrank enough to enter her pussy. The walls bulged outwards as it slid home, and once it had reached the marker I pressed the button again. The bladder inflated and locked against her pubic bone. She screamed with pleasure, and clawed the bed as her orgasm hit. I thrust back and forth with the marital aid, until her screams and moans subsided a little. I left the dildo inside her while she fought for breath and switched one of the gloves I was wearing. I discarded the fox glove in favour of a larger specimen covered in course, thick fur. The claws were shorter and once more specially blunted, but it was a fairly good facsimile of a bear paw. Yet again I groped her body eagerly with both paws. There wasn't much room for dexterity wearing the heavily padded glove, but she was still enjoying the fantasy of being handled by two guys at once.
"Hey," I boomed, lowering my voice as far as possible. "You better not tie with this little slut all night! I want my turn!"
I clicked the button and Carol shuddered as the fake fox cock left her body. I climbed down from her and picked up the bear cock. It was nine inches long and two inches wide, shaped differently to both my real one and the falsie I had just used. My cock was now painfully erect, and I knew that I must have her. I ached to be part of this moment, to blur the line between fantasy and reality. I knew I couldn't fuck her myself without spoiling the illusion, so I picked up the fox glove I had just thrown aside and forced it over my cock so that one of the fingers was now serving as a padded condom. It was tight and dry, but it would do.
I slid a pillow beneath the small of her back, lifting her backside clear of the bed. I positioned myself carefully so that the tip of the claw of the penis-filled digit rested just inside her asshole.
"Go on, John" I said in my fox accent, "Fuck this cat-toy while I fingerbang her ass. She loves being used and abused, doesn't she?"
Without further ado or ceremony, I forced my cock into her tight tailhole. The extra lubrication helped my cock all the way inside, 'til the web of the paw prevented further access. She moaned and writhed beneath me.
"Fuck me!" Carol screamed. "Fuck me hard!"
I lubricated the bear dick as quickly as it was possible for me to do so. The knot had stretched her, so it was easy for me to slide the first six inches of bear into her. She bucked beneath my body, begging me to give it to her harder and faster. I pulled back and thrust the bear cock all the way to the hilt, and she came instantly. While she thrashed about beneath me I rocked the back and forth and made small circles with the base. Her ass clenched around the "finger" as the waves of pleasure crashed down onto her, and the sudden pressure and the thrill of her excitement tipped me over the edge.
I tore my rabbithood from the confines of the fox paw, leaving both toys buried inside her. I supported the back of her neck and slid my cock all the way into her muzzle. She sucked hard, lapping up my pre-cum as I fucked her face hard and fast. My own orgasm was almost instantaneously, and she swallowed every drop that I poured down her throat. I reached between her legs and gently removed the bear cock and the fox finger simultaneously.
"It's pulling out my insides!" she murmered, as they both left her body covered in pussy juice. I kissed her passionately, tasting my own sperm but not giving a damn as I slid the blindfold from her eyes. She twisted her arms a little, and soon both of her paws were holding onto my own face as we kissed deeply.
"What a forfeit!" she breathed, laughing as her tail coiled around her thigh.
All's fair in love and war, and Carol did guess the species correctly. That means I'm going to have to pay my own forfeit tonight. Did I say one? I meant two, of course. Carol isn't letting me get away scot free for telling you about last time, either. I don't know what it's in store, but I've bought extra lube just in case: The way I hear it, Carol was buying strap-ons yesterday morning...