A Husky Lesson for a Ladies Man
Warning- The following program may contain material that is inappropriate for children under the age of 18. If it would be illegal for you to view this document, then for god's sake, turn back now! In fact, all of you, Avaunt! Herein lies debauchery involving anthropomorphic animals (or animalized people,) Heinous sexual acts, a jerk named Richard, a small oaken chest, twenty seven lewd smirks, and traces of soy products.
If none of this bothers you, or you are some kind of masochist, than by all means, read on at your own risk.
A Husky Lesson for a Ladies' Man
After all of the background checks and paperwork, he was finally here. It surprised him that they accepted him even though he didn't have any real connections, but still he wasn't complaining, maybe he was just a lucky guy.
He rapped his knuckles against the fancy green door with bronze edge-work and shifted his weight from foot to foot as he waited for the door to open. He was about to check his wallet again when the door swung out and he was met by something that exceeded all of his expectations. She didn't look synthetic at all, just like the pictures that had interested him in the first place.
His eyes were still wandering up her mostly bare body as she spoke. "So you must be . . . Richard?" He started as her canine jaws produced a throaty deep voice that was surprisingly seductive.
"Yes! Or, err. That's me!" he smiled his best 'lady killing' smile, so bright that her eyes squinted against his shining optimism. "You're Breshka?"
"I am." She replied curtly.
"You look great! I mean jeeze, is this all genetic? Or implants . . .?"
"I'm sure it was one of those," she declared dismissively as she turned her back, and waved him into the house. Her well fluffed tail bobbed along behind her, curled up just like a husky's. And her fur was a deep cold gray that gradated in symmetrical swirls towards her silken white belly. All she was wearing was a pair of brown capris that let her broad pawed feet show as her claws ticked against the hardwood floor. "You coming?" she intoned. He nodded, eagerly trailing after her.
"I really like what you've done with this place. It's pretty classy." He said as he followed her through her posh living-room. It had an abundance of overstuffed leather furniture, giving it a kind of Victorian vibe. Women always love it when a guy comments on their decorating.
"Could you leave your shoes at the door please? Thanks." She said as she rolled her eyes at his obvious attempts to woo her. This guy is a class act she thought as she watched him clumsily shuck off his shoes and walk them back to the door mat, oblivious of the dirt he had already tracked in.
"Heh, sorry. I see you go barefoot inside, or bare-paw?" His eyebrow snaked it's way up his head in his best impersonation of Sean Connery. "Don't you keep any shoes?" He asked quizzically. Women love to talk about shoes.
"I have a pair of rain boots if you'd care to see them. Are shoes some kind of thing for you or . . .?" She asked, delighted as both of his eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh, no. I just thought that . . . uhh, never mind." He recovered his cool lady-attracting poise. "I've just got to say, you look really good, like seven kinds of hot." good cover, he thought as he followed her past the kitchen into a hall.
"Oh, thank you," She droned. Her deadpan voice was unable to even dent the guy's seemingly indestructible ego. "You are so kind." She led him into her bedroom. A four poster bed dominated the center of the room with an old hardwood vanity adorning the opposite wall.
"You're a quick operator I see!" he nodded at the bed in anticipation. "I like ladies who know what they're doing." women like to feel like they're in control. Crashing down onto the corner of the bed, he bounced a few times on the firm mattress.
Her arms crossed as she looked at him with a loathing that even he could detect. She licked her chops angrily as the hair on the back of her neck began to stand slightly.
"Woah, settle down there babe! Don't worry. I know all the tricks. Women love me. You'll see, I'm basically irresistible!" he finished hands spread out on either side of him, practically leaking self-assuredness.
She swooped down on him, putting her leathery nose an inch from his own as her light brown eyes bored into him. "Okay how's this: You show me how to please a women first. After that, I'll show you how to do it." Her breath cool on his face, she reached a broad hand-paw forward.
"Two for the price of one? Sounds good to me!" Richard said as he shook her paw. Her leathery pads were soft, and her fur silky, but the handshake was uncomfortably strong. Yeah, she digs me, he grinned as he struggled with the buttons on his shirt while she sat on the bed next to him. He was pretty well built, and had at least a four-pack, so he let her bask in his glory.
They still make guys like this? She pondered as she smoothly sat on the embroidered comforter. He was all grins and machismo. She turned herself towards him sighing inwardly. Work before pleasure.
Not wasting any time, Richard started wriggling his maroon button-up off, causing the entire bed to rock with his eagerness. With a final pull, he whipped his dull garment off and flung it unceremoniously on the floor. Breshka was about to protest when he leaned forward and pulled her into a clumsy kiss.
Her eyes widened as he shoved his broad tongue into her canine mouth. She almost gagged and pulled back when his hands left her shoulders and slipped down to her breasts, squeezing with his fingers like checking a fruit for ripeness. She flinched in little jolts of pain and disgust as his tongue simply pressed forward, not even seeking to explore, but just to shove in further. His hands were clumsy and careless with no thought as to how hard they squeezed and mashed. How could anyone possibly think a women would like this?
Feeling her mouth was a new experience. He pushed past her tongue with his own, feeling her canine teeth and the ridged top of her mouth. She seemed to stifle a moan as he tweaked her breasts and he grinned eagerly. She's loving this.
She finally shoved out of his amorous grasp and gasped for clean air. Richard was already on his feet yanking on his belt as it slid through the loops and his Khakis fell to the floor revealing his boxers; red hearts on white cotton. Soooooo creative. . . She groaned as he slid those off too revealing his turgid member bobbing eagerly, as he stood in his birthday suit and a pair of argyle socks.
"Let me help you out of those," he said as he pawed at the button on her capris. She was about to slap his hands away and do it herself when he popped the button off and tugged down, hard. This man was faster than a caffeinated march hare.
If you have ever heard the sound of a dog getting its tail slammed in a car door, this was similar; a hacking bark then a whining snarl. He stopped as the pants caught on her tail long enough for her to stand up and rumble menacingly at him as she slid her pants off herself.
"Sorry baby," he crooned as she stood up. How could he have known about something like that? Anyways, it was all cool. She was grinning at him, with all of her pointy teeth where he could see them. Maybe she liked the rough stuff he thought as he looked down her svelte body, down past her grinning face, her delightfully soft breasts. He loved her fluffy white fur, and could just see the pink of her now bared slit beneath a sea of white. I bet she's already wet.
Inwardly seething, she steeled herself; my turn's next. He pushed her shoulders down and she sat on the corner of the bed with a soft whumph. Her ears stood up and her eyes widened, Husky-like 'eyebrows' rising as he pressed his head between her spread thighs. She hadn't considered that a guy like Richard would consider cunnilingus. She dared let her hopes rise slightly as his warm breath neared her crotch.
Feeling her thighs go taut, Richard nodded and pushed a hand up between her pearly thighs. His head bent down, downy fur tickling his ears as he lashed out his tongue and started circling her clit. He could feel a deep bass rumble in her stomach as he fingered the outside of her vag and then jabbed in his finger all the way up to the second knuckle. The deep purr immediately stopped as he grinned. Shocked into silence. Damn I'm good!
Any points that he had gained were lost immediately as his graceless finger scraped into her. It was like he knew what things people were supposed to do to pleasure each other, but had no actual sense as to how they worked. She gritted her teeth as he pulled his finger roughly out of her and licked it clean in front of his face. U_gh, how much longer can he keep this up . . ._
Standing up, he looked into her light brown eyes. "You're welcome babe," he quipped. "Now let's get you on your stomach. I want us to try this doggy-style!" he guffawed as she rolled over, her fluffy tail seemed to weigh a million pounds as it raised up behind her, presenting her pert pink lips and taut canine anus. She just can't wait for me.
I just can't wait for this to be over, she thought as she debased herself for this asshole. A deal was a deal though, and she thought on what was going to happen after he finished. She lost her self in her own private fantasy as his pinching hands grasped her hips and began thrusting. It took a good four or five thrusts before he hit his mark, but when he did he slid all the way inside of her with no preamble, and no attempt at passion.
He grinned at the yelp that he forced from her. Ladies liked to be surprised, and he could supply the thrills. God she's tight, he thought as he thrust in over and over, his hands working up her sides until they found her rocking breasts, cupped them and began mashing them together as he lay atop her silky back, pounding away at those glorious depths.
It stung as he continued with his feckless and barbaric thrusts. She was going to suggest he use a lubricant, but if he was going to just keep going at least it would be over faster. He slumped on to her back as he molested her breasts. She could smell his masculine musk and it disgusted her; scowling as she gripped onto the sheets and willed time to pass faster.
She's already clinging to the sheets, he beamed as he continued his pistoning; rocking her somewhat stiff body. His furious humping continued for as long as he could hold out before he palmed her breasts and squeezed, grunting out "I'm gonna cum!" as his body tensed.
She growled as his fingers dug into her breasts and she felt his seed spill out inside of her. It was disgusting, but at least it meant they were finished with him. She practically shoved him off as she stood up, and shook herself, casting off mental residue like a dog casting off water.
"Pretty good huh?" Richard smirked as she padded to the oak bathroom door in the back of the room.
"No comment," she shot back smartly as she opened the door. "Now lie on the bed like . . . a good boy, and I get my turn okay?" she said as she closed the door with a thud, now grinning from ear to ear.
* * * * * *
After washing up, Breshka padded lightly out of the dimly lit bathroom to find Richard almost dozing, curled up on his side in the center of the bed. She startled him as she crashed down on the bed next to him, hand-paw resting on his chest. Her tail started wagging behind her as his eyes fluttered open and groggily looked up at her.
"I'm a little exhausted what from our furious lovemaking, so could we take a little breather or . . ." he yawned.
"A deal is a deal darling. It's my turn now, and you don't have to do a thing." she pushed him onto his back with a playful shove, "but lay there, and learn."
His member was already limp but blood began to pump into it once more as her fuzzy hand wandered down his chest, across his stomach, and along the curves of his thigh. Her blunt claw tips dragged along his limp shaft as it began to throb, but not as fast as she would like. Men can be such a nuisance sometimes.
She crawled below him on the bed, and his body stiffened with surprise as her cold moist nose sniffed up from his knees and began to lap at the tired flesh of his scrotum as it pulled in tight to his body with the sudden attention. He moaned as she huffed and lapped up at his tightening scrotum, reaching the base of his shaft and slowly basting the bottom with quick wet warm licks.
"Still tired?" she quipped in a teasing voice before licking all the way up his throbbing member, she smiled as his toes wriggled in pleasure beside her. This time she was going to make the process much smoother. She dragged her tongue from the tight base to the now leaking tip of his member, opened her balmy muzzle, whiskers twitching as she engulfed his entire member in her canine maw.
He grabbed the sheets, tugging as he swore, "sheeeiiiiiiit," while she bobbed her head with an erratic but impossibly arousing rhythm over his previously tired cock. He could feel the canine ridges of her palate tickle his glans as her tongue wrapped around his length and rubbed it until he felt like he was going to burst.
Right as he reached that climatic point, he bucked his hips and felt only cold nothingness. He groaned and opened his eyes to see her grinning continence leaning over him, Not smiling with teeth like before, but smiling a gleeful grin that made him more uneasy then the teeth had.
Her tail wagged about erratically behind her as she asked, "ready?" And before he could even form words for an answer, she swung herself on top of him, straddling his stomach with her strong furry legs, her tail wagging inches from his face. She leaned back over her shoulder as she lifted herself up. "Because first I'm going to please myself, then you're next."
She sank down until her now moist lips rested against the tip of his cooling saliva soaked throbbing shaft. And then she let herself slide down, just a bit, engulfing the head of his penis as he groaned his approval. Rocking back up, she let her weight carry her a little further down his shaft, her curly tail batting against his chest with her pent up lust. His already slickened shaft slid sensuously into her and her canine muzzle was open and panting as she bobbed lower and lower.
Gripping the satin sheets, Richard's breath came in rocking pants as she used him, sliding him further and further into her clenching, twisting confines. Last time had been good, but this, this was something on a whole new level. He bucked his hips upwards, hoping to expedite the process, but his particular position, with a fluffy husky sitting on his stomach, made it difficult to really do anything.
"So. Eager." She breathed between pants. "But, you, need, to learn." she panted as she slid all the way down on him, pinning his bucking hips down to the soft bed. She waited for a tantalizing second before she flexed, clenching with her inner walls, pulsing them mercilessly against his hapless member. Her reward was a gasp and she smiled and reached down a paw between her legs.
A claw tip traced around the top of her stretched passage, teasing her clit before she dropped it lower to trace around the base of his twitching penis.
"Oh, God. You are good," Richard managed to compose himself long enough to mutter as she teased his cock inside and out.
"You have no clue," was Breshka's reply as she began to rock her self onto him, barely lifting herself up and then slamming back down, tail batting against his chest. Her paws wandered down to his clenched testes, and as she felt them begin to stir, she caressed them, gently rolling them until she held one in each of her leathery hands.
He was going to burst, but he felt different, a little light headed at all of this pleasure. Under this rocking beast of soft fur and warm engulfing folds. All he could let out was a gargle of pleasure as his balls churned, pushing over the edge into a climax.
Then she squeezed.
Hard.
Her paws clamped down on his testes, with pressure that bordered on pleasure and pain. She grinned as he squirmed under her, and began to erupt inside of her. She began to squeeze his pulsing orbs tighter and tighter, drawing out his climax to new and previously unknown heights.
Never had he came this hard before. Her passage seemed slicker and wetter around him as she mashed his balls with her strong paws. He didn't know how it was possible, but it felt amazing, as he moaned and tried fruitlessly to buck under her. His balls felt so tight, their pleasure condensing into a massive point in his mind.
The skin on his scrotum was pulling taut in her hands and she smiled as she kneaded the taut orbs against him. They were still pulsing fitfully as she pushed them further and further, smiling as the loose flesh pulled taut. Teasingly, she began to run a coy claw up and down the tight cleft between his clenching testes.
Something sustained his glorious orgasm. With every mind searing squirt, the sensations changed; the feeling of rubbing against her intensified. It was so slick, and instead of being tight and clenching, it was smooth but grinding. Then hardly even that, just an occasional electrifying jolt of contact as they rocked together, and he felt her paws do something amazing.
Suddenly her teasing claw seemed to be on fire, he could feel it so intensely as it slid down, it seemed to be brushing against the insides of his balls. He sucked in a breath as she pushed slightly, he could feel a suede paw-pad somehow brushing in-between; inside of him. He wriggled and writhed in new-found pleasure as she opened him. His mind didn't even try to make sense of the pulsing deep sensuous sensations.
She felt the tip of his cock pulling back, sliding out and brushing against her folds dripping with clear pleasure both hers and his own. She ground her hips against him, back and forth, horizontal contact bristling as a patch of dense white fur sprouted out from between his legs, matted by their slick lust. Sliding a finger between their bodies one last time she flipped around abruptly, furry calf brushing across his chest.
Mouth agape, he was still recovering from the best sex he'd ever had when her beaming face pushed itself into his field of view. It was strange, he couldn't remember pulling out of her, but everything was pretty fuzzy right now, his legs still felt odd too. . .
"So, let's start." she said, tongue lolling about mischievously as she lapped his nose.
His head pulled back comically as her pert breasts rested against his chest, "didn't we just finish!?" he panted. She is some kind of sex addict! he thought as he tried to sit up, but having a crazy women lying on his chest didn't help. Something was bothering him in the back of his mind, he could feel her tail wagging against his legs behind her but . . .
"Now I can really show you what it's like," her tongue scraped across his neck. "To please a woman."
She slid off of him and rolled off the bed with a cheerful grace, tail swishing behind her as she trotted to the old polished vanity.
Richard groaned as he sat up and then froze; eyes wide, arms tense as he looked down at himself. White fuzz radiated out from his crotch all the way up to his navel. Sitting bolt upright, he moved a shaky hand downwards, head jerking as they sifted through his silken fine fur. But he didn't find his package. As he searched desperately through the hairs he found something warm and slick that made him moan as he brushed against it. He parted the forest of white fur and got the first look of his wet hot new vagina.
" ' THE FUCK IS THIS!?" he cried out, hand darting away from his alien crotch.
Breshka didn't even turn around as she slid open a cupboard from her vanity, tail switching about behind her with unbridled glee. "You said you'd let me show you how to please a woman," she began with her voice dripping with just revenge. "You didn't think I'd let you get away without some . . . first hand experience did you?" she almost giggled.
"How the . . ." he stuttered. "This isn't even possible." He twitched visibly as he glanced down at his bared folds again. "I didn't sign up for . . . You gotta change me back!" his white fur dragged across the covers as he pulled himself to the edge of the bed. This is some kind of nightmare. . .
Pulling a polished oaken chest from the vanity, she looked back at him. "I don't gotta anything" she said as she set the chest next to the foot of the bed. "Just give it a shot, you could learn some things." She grinned mischievously.
"Fuck this! I'm calling the cops, you can't just do this to me! I'm a guy, chicks dig me. . ." a note of irrational panic was creeping into his voice, which cracked occasionally into a ridiculous teenage honk.
"Oh, I can tell you that girls are still into you," she eyed his exposed crotch, licking her chops slowly. "And, what would you tell the police? That you slept with a hooker who made you her bitch? You think they can change you back?"
"I don't know! but please; Please, change me back." He pressed his palms together and clamped his eyes shut as if hoping to wake up from a bad dream when he opened them.
"If you do what I say for the rest of the night, I'll change you back if you want me to. Deal?" she proffered her broad paw to seal the deal.
"Fine, whatever, but . . ." he started.
"Tell me you promise" She beamed down at him.
"Okay . . . I, I promise." he said, sounding about as emasculated as a man can be as he grasped her paw and they shook soundly.
She moved right up in front of him and licked his nose, "Mmmmm, good. Let's start with something simple then." She dropped to her knees at the side of the bed, sniffing down his bare legs, before slowly peeling off his argyle business socks.
He winced, almost as if expecting her to bite, but he was surprised as her strong paws grabbed a hold of his feet and began to rub them with a hard pulsing rhythm.
"Now, the female body is not just tits and ass as you seem to have assumed," she began accusingly. "There are many erogenous zones that you might . . .take advantage of if you wanted to, how did you put it 'please a women.'" Her padded fingers wriggled their way in-between his toes, and she flexed her hand, pressing all of his stubby digits apart ever so slightly.
His eyes widened as his stiff body felt the deep pressure, if did feel kind of nice . . . but he steeled himself. All he had to do was endure one night, then he could get his bits back, get the fuck out, and pretend this never happened. But he couldn't help but wriggle his toes. They felt kinda funny.
Watching in perverse pleasure, she saw his toes bulge out with soft leathery brown pads as he wriggled them. White fur began to fluff in in-between them as his nails condensed and darkened, growing into blunt claws that she ran her tongue over as it darted in the gaps, tickling his transforming toes. "And not just feet," she continued with sly authority. "But the legs as a whole are very, very sexy things."
Richard let his odd feeling toes clack to the floor. Clack? But he didn't have much time to think on it as he felt her begin to tug on his feet, her velvet paws dragging along them, it felt better every time, almost as if there were more and more to be stroked, caressed, plea . . . but, all he had to do was wait out the night, he crossed his arms restlessly as he sat crossly at the edge of the bed, trying not to gasp at the unexplainable pleasure she could cause.
Deft sleek paws stoked his long slender feet that fit perfectly with his broad strong paws. She rubbed the fluffy ruff of her cheek across his ankles as they diminished, turning into a taut canine joint, short white velvet fuzz running up them, with just a hint of burnt orange at the top. She continued on, rubbing and dragging her tongue across his calves as they condensed slightly. His flesh grew to tight muscle and fluffed out with brown amber fur in the front fading into snow white in the back.
Her soft fur felt so amazing a it rubbed past his knees. He had to close his eyes, and grit his teeth to avoid encouraging her, still bent between his legs, obscuring his vision, tail whipping about epileptically. Some lesson this is, he thought glumly, licking his lips absentmindedly as he felt his thighs begin to tingle, almost like the rushing feeling one gets after sprinting, but accompanied by her caressing hands and the feeling of downy, delicious fur.
Grinning from ear to ear as she realized he was deliberately not watching her, and had not yet caught on to what she thought was obvious. She shimmied her hands across his thighs as apricot colored fur blossomed on the outsides and a tide of soft white fluff connected to the patch between his legs. She felt his muscles stiffening, and then relaxing, letting his skin loosen a bit as she kneaded it over and over.
As she finished and he still didn't open his eyes, she bent in between his pillowy legs, rested her cold nose on his clitoris, and lapped her tongue up in one long stroke along his labia. He released a surprised squeak as he looked down in shock to see her impish face leering up at him between her . . . wait his legs. Panicked, he gave her shoulders a shove backwards as he looked down at his legs covered in dense white and auburn fur, muscles taut, skin loose but oddly easy to control.
"You said you'd change me back you bitch!" he pointed at her accusingly, covering his moist snatch with his other hand.
"No, I said I'd change you back tomorrow; if you still want to." she curtly shot back. "You on the other hand said you'd do what I told you to, so I'm going to tell you: enjoy this." She stood up gracefully, gray and white tail swishing from side to side.
"You can't tell me to do that!" he spat.
"Then you can get up on your sexy legs and walk right out of here," her paw-hands made an overly dramatic gesture, showing him the door.
He paused for just a fraction of a second before crossing his arms. "Fine." he conceded. And then under his breath added, "bitch."
"A better one than you at the moment," was Breshka's reply as she rested her paws on his shoulders, claws scraping and smooth pads rubbing across his flesh as she slid them down ever so slowly. "Now, let's move on to lesson number two shall we?" she said as her palms rested on his set of none to extraordinary pectorals.
Richard's head pulled back in disgust, but not seeing any other option, he leaned back on his arms and dreamed of tomorrow when all of this would be over.
"These things have always seemed silly on a male," she idly mentioned as she kneaded his nipples with her forceful thumbs. Her mouth nibbled at one side, tongue and teeth scraping, while her deft hands caressed the other. Grasping firmly, she could feel and taste it as his areolas began to expand, taking on a brighter pink shade as swan white underfur began to tickle in around her lapping tongue.
Eyes nearly bugging out, Richard was about to shove her off of him when he thought back to what she said 'enjoy. . .' If he didn't let her do this, she might not change him back. And he'd never get to be with the ladies ever again. He decided that as long as he didn't fight her, he could just pretend to enjoy it. He shivered; her hands against his fur did feel kind of nice . . .
She delicately massaged both of his forming mounds as the flesh became soft and pliant, yielding under her sensual caresses. Rubbing her legs together, she realized that she was getting wet again already, and she grinned, suckling on a forming teat. Licking as his longer fluffy fuzz burst into existence, she pressed against the flesh as it became softer, pert and plump, still small, but starting to swell.
Grimacing, he pulled his head away as she leaned into his face over her groping hands, her cold wet nose inches from his face.
"You can touch them." Breshka said coyly giving his just forming mounds a gentle squeeze. "Stroke them, caress them," she instructed, fingers brushing along expertly as he tried to find anywhere to look other than her eager eyes. "You can't just grab them, you must be nice, and, caring," she punctuated every last word with deft tweaks of his now wide pink nipples.
Recalcitrant to the end, Richard remained silent, but the feelings blossoming in his chest were impossible to ignore. It was all he could do to resist reaching up and exploring the bizarre new flesh.
"You are a stubborn one aren't you." she said with a pause. "It's almost cute. Here, let me help you help yourself." she leaned further forward until they were practically hugging. Richard leaned back desperately, but she just lay on top of him. He wondered what she was doing until he felt her own soft fleshy breasts press against his forming chest.
Licking his lips with a brief doggy kiss, she reached in-between them and cupped their breasts, leaning together as they ground against one another. She smiled as he groaned while their nipples brushed past each other. Her hands jostled and she could feel every one of his heartbeats as his breasts grew into pert white snowy perfection.
He felt her hands leave from between them and then wrap around his back, pulling him into a hug that drew their chests together. It was soft, and warm, and nice; comfortable. This was a feeling that he had never associated with the exhibition he was supposed to put on in the bedroom. But his thoughts were interrupted as her paws started rubbing his back, just above his fuzzy hips.
Brilliant rust colored fuzz erupted into a full pelt as she rubbed his back so deeply, warm round strokes punctuated by her dull claws combing through his new fur. Shivers ran up his spine as she moved her attention upwards, her breasts still pressed ever so snugly against his own. His skin loosened as he shook his shoulders and could feel her sensuous rubbing with new acuity as it caused rolls of his flesh to spread and return with every tug.
Soon his new coat blazed all the way to the tops of his shoulders, and he let her lapping tongue slide into his mouth and explore the insides of his blunt mouth. She was almost purring as she lay on top of him, eagerly sucking and lapping at his tongue before she slid out, stepping off of the bed, tail wagging as she surveyed his body: cute clawed feet, taut thighs, decidedly wet pussy, lithe body, thick coat, and perfectly squeezable breasts. His arms and head were the only things left that reminded her of the slob that he had been so very long ago.
As she bent over to fiddle with the oaken chest that she had brought to the foot of the bed, he let his hands wander over his new chest. It did feel . . . good. His nipples stood at attention as he brushed against them, and the dense fur was almost angelic, swaddling him in warmth. His hands continued to wander as he watched her backside, tail swinging from side to side as she dug through her mysterious wooden chest. He wondered, what would it feel like . . . to have something fluffy to wag.
She stood up to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, hands kneading through the cute white fur on his belly. She smiled and let him continue for some time, wanting to rub his enjoyment in his face; but she would rather have him curious than defensive. She palmed the toy she had selected from the box as she pressed gently against his shoulders, laying him on his back with his legs still dangling off the edge of the bed. He barely resisted, and so she stayed silent for a time, letting a hand rub though his beautiful orange fur.
Then she bent in between his legs. "We'll get to this later," she said giving his virgin folds a teasing lick, "but you should know that women are multifaceted creatures, and there is more than one way to please them." Her tongue flickered down, brushing past his anus.
He stiffened and sat up as she put two of her fingers against his rear entrance and pushed, moving them in contrasting circles, not pushing in, but just massaging the tensing outside. "Wh . . .What are you doing?" he reached down to stop her instinctively. "I'm not gay okay?"
As his hand grasped her shoulder, she stretched his anus wide with her dexterous digits, and he let loose a moan, his grip softening. "I know you're not dear." she let one hand slowly push him back down while the other rubbed against his tense passage. "Trust me, anyone can enjoy this," she grinned as she slid the first translucent bead into his ass.
The toy was dripping with lubrication, as she wanted to make it go in as smooth as possible. It was not a very big string either. Seven translucent silicone red beads, increasing in size up to their circular handle. He gasped as one hand massaged his sphincter while the other pushed in the next bead, slightly larger than the last.
He squirmed as he felt the tiny beads inside of him, wriggling as she coaxed another one through his tight anal passage. There was a pressure building up under his anus, right at his tailbone, as she continued to spread him wider and wider with each bead. He wished he could say that it hurt, but her firm hands made everything they touched seethe with pleasure. He moaned as the last bead was forced into him and the wide silicone ring tugged against his anus.
She pinched the skin by his tailbone and he felt something tug. "Look at what we have here." she said as she caressed the nub of a tail. "I think I'm going to have to help this little one along," she said in a sing song voice. "But first, something to keep you occupied." Her hand rustled inside of the iron bound chest as he gulped anxiously, trapped by his situation.
She came back up with something that was less phallic than it was geometrical. It was made of transparent silicone with a goldish hue, a simple blunt rod with small half spherical bumps on all of its sides. She tossed it to him and he fumbled as his arms caught it instinctively. "What am I supposed to . . ." he began, stomach rising into his throat.
"While I'm down here," she tugged gently at the ring protruding from his ass, "I want you to get to know yourself before our grand finale."
"I . . . I don't know," he stammered, eyes almost tearing up.
"That's okay, we're learning. Just experiment, find out what feels good. Please yourself." She put her paws around his shaking hand and guided to sex toy towards his labia. At the barest connection, his tongue ran across his lips, and he started rubbing the toy slowly across his nether-lips, bumping it clumsily off of his clitoris, not even entering himself, but just parting his lips and running it up and down.
As he took his pleasuring into his own hands, his nails began to darken, almost ignored as they scrunched into dark claws while his fingers began to swell, bulging out into canine pads while he couldn't stop rubbing himself, moaning as one of the bumps on the outside rubbed against his outer folds, drawing them out. She noticed that he hadn't even pressed it into himself yet, but that would come with time.
Grinning at his obvious pleasure, Breshka curled a padded finger through the red silicone ring protruding from the twitching circle of muscle while her other hand grabbed the fleshy stump of his tail, and then in an unbelievable instant, she pulled on both. There was a moment of resistance, and then a large marble sized bead opened his quivering anus, which clamped shut after it, making Richard yowl with pleasure as she pulled his tail out a few inches while poofy hair grew out in sudden shocks; White on the bottom, glorious sunset orange on the top.
He almost dropped the dildo in his hands as she yanked. In his haste to catch it he grabbed at it and it sunk down into him slightly, parting the clenched passage behind his slickened labia. He moaned as he drew it out, embarrassed at his accidental penetration, but it had felt so good, being filled even so slightly. He parted his lips again and let it rest against his taut inner wall when her hands yanked again, and he felt his anus clench as she pulled on something sensitive under it. There was a pulling sensation his muscles develop as if trying to move, tugging his anus from side to side.
She smiled as the shock caused his hand to bury the toy deeper in himself. Two beads glistened outside of him, while five remained inside. His tail was now long enough to wag as it tugged at his anus with every pull against her clinging paw. She applied gentle pressure and then pulled, another bead slipped out as his tail lengthened, and he pushed tentatively deeper into his vaginal passage while fur raced up from his canine paw-hands in streaks of white and soft bronze up his tense arms.
She wanted to stretch out the pleasure longer, but it was always better to end things with a rush. She pulled the bead's ring in a circle tugging his sphincter in a three hundred and sixty degree arc before pulling with steady pressure and letting the remaining beads pop out one after each other as his tail crackled out into a full fluffy wagging appendage that batted her in the face as the last bead slid out.
She looked up to see him plunge the dildo deep into himself as the last of the damasked fur reached up to his neck in a delightfully thick ruff of fur. She stroked his eager tail down it's entire length a few times before standing back up.
As Breshka's eyes fell upon him his cheeks burned. One hand had been rubbing his clit while the other weaseled the lumpy toy deeper into his depths.
"You're a lot cuter when you're shy," she said as she rested her hand on his, clenching his fingers against the base of the dildo. "Looks like you've explored very well, but there is one trick I should teach you that a man can't do," she smiled conspiratorially, her voice practically dripping with naughtiness as she grabbed his hand against the toy and twisted.
He had been working the thing in and out of himself, but as she rotated it, sparks of pleasure lit up throughout his body. His walls clenched tighter then they ever had as the soft rounded lumps rubbed against his insides, and clear evidence of his pleasure began to dribble a slippery trail down to his anus and the base of his new thumping tail. His ego was telling him to complain, to protest her seemingly perfect knowledge of his body, but it just felt too damn good.
As she twisted the rod out of him he fell back with a deep sigh, tail flumphing rhythmically against the side of the bed. Her lithe body lay down next to him, cold nose brushing past his own as they looked into each-other's eyes. No words were needed as they locked lips and began to kiss, hands wandering over their svelte bodies.
She rubbed his cheeks as tufts of white rose to meet her caress while she felt his now adventurous tongue tickle past her her gums, over her sharp canine teeth. Her eyes watched as his eyes begin to lighten from their deep brown to light brown, changing to an almost gold color before fading to an icy blue that seemed to stare deep into her while his mouth began to crack and pop out into a blunt muzzle. He wriggled his nose as it pushed out, skin darkening as it gained a moist sheen and leathery texture.
Inhaling deeply, Richard realized that he could smell her. Her earthy fur, her panting hot breath, and her scorched scent of arousal. It made him feel hot, just inhaling her feminine tang, as she pulled his tongue longer and longer into her mouth until it flattened and became infinitely more finessed, flitting about with a wild passion that almost matched her practiced expertise.
Her hands massaged his shifting skull, rubbing up the back of his neck to rest on his ears, witch twitched of their own volition as she pinched their tips and drew them gently up, they thinned and expanded, outsides developing a smooth orange velvet while white fluff burst from the insides as his hearing developed a stark directional contrast while her thumbs rubbed small circles against his cutely twitching new ears.
Richard opened his mouth wider than he thought was possible as their kiss seemed to just go deeper and deeper. Her tongue ran over his teeth as his canines grew long and wicked while his front teeth shrunk to be tiny in comparison. He could feel her tongue scraping across the developing ridges on the roof of his mouth and he let out a murr of pleasure as his muzzle clicked into place, his paw-hands running over the soft fur of her back while she stroked his fuzzy temples where his fur had little white 'eyebrows' among the blaze of orange that ran all the way to the tip of his muzzle. Her tongue slid out of his mouth as she rolled onto her side, panting next to him on the soft bed.
"You're learning," she admitted with a sly glance.
If he could blush anymore, he would have, but instead, all that happened was the fur on his cheeks fluffed out on end. "Maybe you aren't all bad I guess . . ." he muttered exhaustedly, still reeling from the pleasured high. His voice was still pretty deep, but it had a seductive, husky quality to it.
"Why the change of heart?" she teased.
"Well, if it's only for a night, I might as well enjoy it. I mean, it's not like . . . anyone else will know," he began, tripping over his own words. He still didn't want to admit how good it felt.
"Wellll, if it's only for one night, then we'd better go out with a bang eh?" she simpered as she slid off the bed, once again returning to her box of toys. "And I've always wanted to use this one," She continued, "It's . . . rather unique," something rattled around in the box as she stood up.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It was two, rather strange dildos, joined in the middle, so one double ended dildo? It was shiny, black and smooth, but the shape was puzzling. The ends were pointed, almost chiseled, leading onto a fleshy shaft. But at the end of each was a large bulge, almost like a knot in a tree. The center of the toy was a thinner bridge that connected the two bizarre toys that bounced around in her hands as she returned to bed.
"What, umm, is . . .?" Richard began. He'd seem one or two sex toys before, but nothing like this.
"This is something that's made for you," She plopped down on the bed next to him, "and me." Giving his nose a lick she pulled herself to the center of the bed and patted next to her as Richard tentatively followed, his claws scrabbling cutely as his tail gave a few trepidatious bobs.
Bending forward, she gave his cold nose a little lick as he made another canine blush. "Now just relax," her words calmed him as she let his back rest against the headboard. "You'll love this, I'm sure of it." she laid out the toy between them, first giving each end a salvo of wet licks. They were both more than wet, but it couldn't hurt.
She let a clawed finger reach forward and rub his clit, making his folds quiver as she inched one side of the beastly dildo closer. She spread his knees apart, brushing past his cute paws as she also laid back on an elbow, spreading herself before him. He closed his eyes like a prisoner awaiting execution as she pressed the tip past his outer lips. He shuddered, he was still so tight, she grinned. He would love this.
One hand pressed gently and as she slid one end of the toy into him, she pressed the other into herself, allowing a small moan of pleasure from them both. Then she started rocking, gently, but with a firm rhythm.
He could feel her. Every rock of her hips made the black latex slide further into is awaiting depths, or perhaps, he was drawing it in himself? Or pushing it into her? It was impossible to tell. He groaned in stilted gasps as his own hips started rocking of their own accord.
She grabbed one of his furry foot-paws and held it in front of her face, still gyrating with her agile hips. She gave the broad paws a sniff before letting her pink tongue lash out and begin slathering the deep brown pads. She allowed herself a chuckle as she heard him positively giggling as she slid her tongue skillfully between his wriggling padded toes.
He found one of her lovely paws splayed, stretching in the air before him, whether from pleasure or as an invitation he did not question before he grasped it and began roughly licking over all of it. Her hard claws, leathery pads and soft fur between her digits were soon all coated by his wild frenetic lapping as he devoured her padded appendage.
The toy slid deeper and deeper until he felt a bump that made him squeak in surprise. They were still thrusting against each other, but each jostling push forward was only causing his outer lips to part slightly wider, giving him a brief thrill. He grabbed her other paw and began kissing it, eyes closed in waves of inward pleasure and pressure as she also switched her flickering ministrations to his yet unmolested left paw.
Soon her quick rocking slowed and became more methodical. Grinding herself forward, the edges of the knot teased, sliding slightly into both of them, stretching them wider before she relaxed. Richard's hands grabbed the edge of the mahogany headboard and pulled himself up slightly, mewling in pleasure as he was pulled taut, and then relaxed, deeper and deeper, over and over again. He could feel every buck of her body, with perfect acuity, as she too, began to moan with every thrust.
Breshka's back arched as she slid herself forward hard. She felt the knot of the slick toy push further into her, as she knew it was to him, she held it for a second, before panting, relaxing as it slid out and then tensing herself again; thrusting harder, feeling as she was stretched to a tortuously pleasurable point, but then pulling back as Richard barked in the most pleasurable pain imaginable.
Then with a determined plunge, she planted her paws, and shoved.
He felt the rubber bulge spreading him beyond his imagination. Another hoarse bark escaped his lips as it was pressed with a mind shattering force further inside, and then his new pussy contracted, suddenly drawing it all the way inside of him and locking it there in his tight and quivering flesh.
The sensations were amazing. So secure and snug. He could feel her. Every twinge of her tight walls, every twist and every clenching moan, transmitted directly into him. He felt her clamp down, panting as she sat up, the flexible bridge of the toy bending and pulling delightfully at both of them as she leaned in, nose to nose with the cute orange husky as she whispered.
"We're not done yet."
With a searing jolt of pleasure she embraced him, pushing their plump breasts together, wrapping her legs around him and beginning to buck with wild abandon. Their teeth clicked off of each other as they shared a rocky kiss, and his sensations of pleasure went into overdrive.
Her silken thighs against his hips. The throbbing pushing twisting shoves of the toy as she bounced. Their soft breasts rubbing and squeezing into one another. Her smooth tongue and warm breath. His hands rubbing through her supple fur, stroking her wildly waving flag of a tail, clenching her tight buttocks. One of her hands ran across his face, feeling his features as if blind while the other reached down between them slowly.
Their hips rocked between their yipping barks of pleasure, all pretenses forgotten as they both felt that they were rising towards inescapable ecstasy. He cupped their breasts clumsily as their violent rocking grew in magnitude, mashing them together as their mouths sought to invade one another amid the turbulent dance of pleasure.
Her free hand slid between their rocking silken stomachs, to where their lower lips clamped down at the black wonder connecting them. She placed her thumb pad on Richie's pink puffy clit and her index pad on her own and then began to rub furiously.
"Oh, god. D-Don't stop!" he shouted as she rubbed the tiny button of flesh it sent lances of pure bliss through him. He could feel deep tremors through the silicone connecting them, and felt his own depths shudder as he knew they were almost there.
He hugged her tight as she pressed in, rubbing hard against both of their nubs and both felt the other began to build spasms of muscle, deeper and faster as they rocked together until it hit him like a ton of bricks.
His anus contracted, eyes dilated, tail standing starkly out from his body while his hands grasped handfuls of her dense back fur and their tongues wrapped around one another.
Her toes clenched, nipples standing erect against his, fingers rubbing dizzying circles of pleasure from their clits as their feminine lust leaked out in jolts on the the bed under them. Her bucking became faster and smaller and then slower, in spurts.
But it didn't stop, he raised his head and howled at his first female orgasm. His depths were on fire as intense contractions rippled through him. Their pleasure rode on for a few minutes of unbelievable pleasure; not knowing where she ended and he began as his body undulated in waves that shook from his folded ears, to his pert nipples, to his abused clitoris, to their trembling depths, to his clenched anus, all the way to the tip of his bobbing tail.
Their pleasure eventually simmered as they both lay back, each feeling the others occasional twang of contraction.
Their panting hung in the heavy air that reeked of tangy female lust as time began again.
He was so sleepy, his eyes drooped as he felt her tug against him and the link between them was severed. There was a last spike of pleasure as the knot was pulled from his grasping lips and the toy was discarded, thrown to the side of the bed with an odd thwak.
Stretching out he lay on the bed, tail wagging as it it weighed tonnes. He felt her breasts on his back, resting softly against him as she wrapped her arms around him and huffed in his ear, snuggling closer. No words were needed. It was a warm sleepy bliss as he waited in a single moment of eternity before he fell in to sleep's warm waiting fuzzy embrace.
* * * * * *
He awoke with a smile on his face. The embers of that pleasure still burned inside of him as he drowsily slid off the bed, uneasily getting to his new broad pawed feet. Looking around for Breshka he saw that there was a large note written in almost calligraphic green ink resting on the vanity. He picked it up and read,
Hey sleepyhead,
I couldn't bring myself to wake you (you were simply too cute,) so I've gone to the store to pick up some sausage and eggs for breakfast. I should be back by 11 AM.
P.S. If you're bored, try looking in the top left drawer.
-Bresh
Smiling as he remembered the euphony of their embrace he was sad that he was going to change back to his every day life soon. His hand dragged open the gilt trimmed drawer. Inside rested a cherry red toy, looking like a single version of the one they had used last night.
His fur rose up in a blush as he looked around for a clock.
It was only ten twenty, his hand reached for the rubbery toy as he looked at it and considered. Did he have enough time if he was going to do this properly?