Nighttime Mirage
Warning: This story contains graphic sex between a human and a sentient animal.
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My name is Peter Fox, and I have a confession to make. I suppose that's what this is, of sorts; a confession of unusual desires, impossible luck, and an experience beyond my wildest imaginings. I suppose I should start at the beginning, though, if this is going to make any sense whatsoever.
I am a furry. I roleplay sentient animals, sometimes humanoid, sometimes not, usually feline, in virtual worlds crafted by shared imagination. I have a surprisingly active social life, but virtually no sex life - I have a hard time meeting girls in my line of work, and the tendency is for them to not be interested in me 'in that way'. I had imagined, both idly and while pleasuring myself, what it would be like to mate a big cat, but that kind of situation is difficult to come by - not to mention potentially life-threatening. My feline-based characters had done such things several times, but I often wanted to know what it was really *like*.
My fantasies were nothing like the real thing.
It started when I acquired a piece of fan art. It was a well-drawn image of a humanoid female lioness, wearing a body-hugging top, bared midriff, and low-cut jeans, with an up-curved tail swinging out behind her in a way I found quite suggestive, if the faintest impression of a nipple pressing against the top wasn't enough. Her eyes were quite large, as is often the style of that kind of drawing. It wasn't an effect I could picture seeing in real life, but it worked for this particular piece of art. Sarabi, her name was... mirage. Her name was quite fitting. It hung on my wall for many months, and I daydreamed about meeting a creature such as her.
One late night, while I was fiddling around on my computer in my small apartment, I heard the unmistakable sound of the bathroom door opening. I was more puzzled than scared, as there were no windows in that bathroom, just an exhaust fan, and I wondered if the door had come ajar of its own accord. I suppose that if I'd had to creep down the hall to see what had happened, my overactive imagination might have more time to inject a bit of panic, but my room was situated such that I just had to lean over, and peek down the hall... and I saw her.
She was dressed just like in the piece of art; tight violet top, low-cut blue denim jeans, a creamy white belly between them... and the most seductive expression I've ever seen anywhere on her face. Unlike the anime-toned drawing, though, her face was proportioned much more realistically; rounded amber eyes looking over me, a smile on her dainty muzzle, ears twitching almost as much as her tail, golden-brown hair hanging down her back. Sarabi made flesh. Totally, absolutely impossible, and standing feet away from me. I lost total control of my jaw, then, far too shocked to make any noise, much less anything remotely coherent.
Seeing my expression, Sarabi moved towards me with a lithe grace that human female stars would die for, somehow managing to remain unthreatening despite the fact that she was a total stranger who had appeared in my apartment... and although I lived alone, she closed the bedroom door behind her, and gave me a larger, warm smile. "Aren't you happy to see me?" she purred - purred! - in a mellow, feminine tone that made my nerves do a happy little dance.
With the door closed, her unique smell was soon filling the room... a smell with a deeper subtext I was later able to identify as a feline's heat... but I had other things on my mind, first and foremost trying to regain my ability to speak. "W... who... what are--" I stammered, before she stepped towards me, putting a warm, velvet-soft finger against my lips and quieting me instantly.
"Shhh," she said, her expressive eyes glimmering with amusement. "I think you know who I am, Peter... don't worry about why or how I'm here, other than that I've been wanting to see you for a while." Sarabi gave me another appraising look, and I was suddenly aware that I was clad only in a t-shirt and thin shorts, having not been expecting company... and her scent and presence were quickly arousing me more than anything I'd ever come across on the Internet, and I knew the obvious bulge was not going to escape her notice. Her outstretched finger moved off of my lips, over my chin, and a short distance down my neck, my muscles quivering under her touch. "I've never been with a human before," she admitted, "but, if you're interested...." She let that sentence dangle, her smile reappearing, and I felt a blush grow on my cheeks.
I could hardly say no. The object of many a daydream, offering herself to me? That was just as impossible as her appearance was, but it was happening anyway. Before lust could speak up, though, honesty got a word in edgewise. "I've never... I mean, I've... uh...." I was trying to figure out how to end that sentence when Sarabi giggled, the sound sending shivers up my spine. I wanted right then to be able to store that in a recorder and keep it with me forever.
"Oh, I know you're a virgin, silly," she purred, briefly resting a hand - it was far too nimble to be a paw, even if it was furred and padded - against my cheek. "I am too, as far as humans are concerned. I'm still willing, though, if you are...." Now there was the slightest look of doubt in her eyes. That, as much as or even more than anything else, is what really made me fall in love with her. Love at first sight is so corny until it happens to you, and right now I wanted to do anything I could with her. I understood that as much as she had planned to be here, she couldn't predict for certain how I would react, which made this whole experience suddenly seem real.
Smiling back at her, I placed my hand over hers on my cheek, and murmured, "Yes, I'm willing... if you'll indulge me in some of my fantasies," I added before I could stop myself. Immediately I thought how stupid that was of me, how I was going to turn her away. I'd underestimated her, though.
She only looked briefly surprised, and then quite pleased, visibly approving of my desire to not be entirely passive. "All right," she agreed, smiling again, removing her paw from my cheek. "I won't hurt you, and as long as you don't hurt me... fantasize away." She stood back to allow me to get up, her tail swinging calmly behind her, and waited.
Moving back and rising to my feet, I was quite aware that my penis was rock-hard in my shorts, with branches that reached all the way up to my stomach. Gathering my courage - which was easier than I thought it would be - I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her towards my bed, then gently pressed to have her sit down, and moved my hands to her cheeks, gently stroking her fur. I'd been around housecats before, and dogs, and I'd often wondered what it'd be like to pet a big cat. I had been told it could be rather rough, but Sarabi's was heated silk, smooth and wonderful to the touch. She pressed her muzzle against my hands, and tilted her head up as I brought mine down.
Kissing her was amazing. Her lips, although shaped differently, were just as flexible as mine, and we felt each other's lips for several minutes before our tongues met. Ahh, her tongue... warm, slick, long, and more delicate than I would have expected, knowing that felines usually have very rough tongues for cleaning their fur and licking bones. Still exploring each other's mouths, my hands started to drop - down the side of her neck, combing through her fur, and down to the front of her top, exploring the firm texture of her breasts, and the taughtness of the aroused nipples pressing into the fabric. After a few moments, I reached around behind her, and found a zipper, which was easily undone. Her top falling into her lap, I reluctantly broke the french kiss with her to look at her breasts, exposed in their full glory. They were shaded the same creamy white as her underbelly, shifting to tawny amber at the edges to match her sides and back. Running my tongue down her chin, she raised her head with a slightly louder purr as I caressed her neck, kissed the notch of her collarbone, and then moved down to one of her nipples.
I could feel as well as hear her soft gasp when my tongue touched that small nub of hard pink flesh, and I sucked at it with my tongue, giving it a very gentle nip with my teeth now and again, while my hands squeezed and caressed both of them. Firm, furred, and invitingly yielding, I've never since touched anything like them. I could smell her getting more aroused as I moved from one breast to the other, and I was starting to have serious worries that I might not make it inside of her before I peaked. Once I finished with her other warm breast, though, we broke apart to take off my flimsy T-shirt, revealing my lightly-haired chest, which I felt was no match for her fur. From the way she ran her hands through it, though, it seemed she liked it as much as I adored her fur. She even tweaked my undeveloped nipples with her fingers, which felt surprisingly good.
Our lips and tongues met again, and we helped each other back up. Not breaking the kiss, I reached down with my hands and fumbled with the buttons on her jeans, aware of her scorching heat on the other side. I found a button on the other end for her tail, also, and with the lightest push, her jeans fell obediently down her hips, puddling on the ground and exposing her thin pink panties, which were already growing damp above the mound they covered. While I struggled with that, she deftly undid the zipper on my own shorts, which came off much more easily, revealing ordinary white undershorts with the huge bulge of my erection pushing them out. She ran a hand over the length of that hardness, and this time I had to gasp, opening my eyes and unintentionally breaking the kiss. Sarabi moved her head back just enough for me to see her smile of desire, and she stepped to the side, still holding my waist, getting out of the remains of her jeans, also forcing me to step out of my puddled shorts.
Turning me around so that my back was to the bed, she leaned forward to give me the deepest kiss yet, her tongue exploring the length of my mouth... and with a swift tug, my undershorts were removed, my erect penis rising out of its ginger-colored patch of pubic hair, all not-quite six inches of it. She touched it again, one finger lingering on the dab of precum at its tip, and this time forced me to sit down. I had made no mention of this particular fantasy, so I can only guess that it was one of hers; breaking the kiss again, she lowered herself to her knees, and gently touched her tongue against the tip of my cock. Smiling mischievously at me, she gave me a few moments to come down from that high... and then started licking in earnest, her tongue working up and down my shaft, the head, and the tip, cleaning off more precum. My head lolled; I had never received a blowjob before, and this was the one to start with.
Soon she took me entirely into her mouth, her extended feline muzzle accepting my size easily, and massaged my whole length with her wet tongue, which felt even better surrounded by the moistness of her mouth. Her eyes were closed, enjoying what she was giving almost as much as I was. My hands were clasped on her shoulders; not to guide her, but just for something to hold on to. She continued her wonderful treatment of my penis, accommodating me up to the hilt, and reached out with her hands to massage my balls. That was all it took; with little warning, I felt that swelling feeling in the base of my groin. "Oh... oh! I'm g-gonna...!"
Feeling it almost before I did, Sarabi slid my length out so that the tip of her tongue was licking the head of my dick furiously, and I exploded into the confines of her mouth, coating her teeth, throat, and tongue with my milky seed. Eyes still closed, she swallowed it all, moving the rest of my length back into her mouth, and coercing out the last few jets with her magnificent tongue. Spent and sweating, I could feel my dick already starting to shrink again, but she carefully licked it all clean before releasing her hold. "Mmm... That tastes better than I thought it would," she commented with a content purr. "More sweet than bitter." She stood back up, and I could see that the wet spot on her panties was much more pronounced now. "My turn?" she asked me, her tone of voice teasing.
Having recovered from the overload of pleasure, even if my maleness was going to be out of commission, I was more than willing to oblige - I really wanted to know what she would taste like. Smiling back, I murmured, "Mmm-hmm," and this time had her get up entirely on the bed, lying on her back. Resting myself down on top of her, I kissed her nose and her lips, my hands gently squeezing her breasts before moving down, running through her wonderful fur down to her hips. Breaking the kiss, I followed the line down her middle with my tongue, briefly kissing and licking at her navel before pressing my hands against the wet spot on her panties, feeling the mound below give slightly under the pressure. I sniffed deeply at the spot, ran my tongue against it, and I knew I was in for a good time. Her scent and taste was like nothing I can describe, except that it was more alluring than any perfume I've ever smelled. Giving her another warm smile, I reached up with my hands, and with the help of her upraised hips, I slid her panties off down her legs and onto the floor.
Stretching out, Sarabi spread her legs for me, moving her tail off to one side underneath her, and let me have a close look. I'd seen female vaginas before, both human and animal, and hers was the winning combination of both. A soft mound of closely furred flesh, bared skin at the outer lips, and familiar pink on the inner lips, offered itself to me. Sniffing deeply, I lapped at her with my tongue, sampling her seeping fluids, then dipped my tongue inside, exploring her inner tunnel. Right away, I found a variation that I'd also dreamed about - unlike a human woman, her vagina had ridges inside, and I knew that making love to her would be unlike anything else I'd likely ever do. Wishing it was longer, I pushed my tongue as deeply inside as I could, rubbing against the tight, slick walls of her pussy. The hot taste of inside her was just as indescribable as her scent, except that it was even better. With a touch of reluctance, I pulled my tongue back out to look up at her, and the loving smile on her lips was all the encouragement I needed. I gave her a quick wink in return, then dipped my head back down, delicately tasting and licking every wrinkle and fold of her lower lips, and I knew I'd found her clit when her thighs involuntarily tightened around my head, even before I heard her startled moan of pleasure.
As this was one of my own fantasies, I was determined to return her earlier favor. Drawing upon what I had read in the past, I slowly licked up and down the length of her slit, occasionally teasing her clit again with the tip of my tongue. If anything, her skin was becoming even hotter, and her juices were flowing steadily, almost beyond my ability to swallow them down. When the last lick of her clit caused her to buck her hips towards my head, I knew she was close, and I paused for just a few moments, wanting her to build up to the best orgasm I could give her. I could hear her making unhappy noises at my delay, but she still sat back, waiting for me. Once I sensed she had settled down, I gently eased a single finger into her well-lubricated entrance, the digit slipping easily inside her tight, searing depths. I worked it in and out, slowly, letting the digit flick over those internal ribs of hers, and I could feel her hips twitching pleasurably at every flick. I slowly worked in a second finger alongside the first, speeding up my rhythm, and I was surprisingly pleased to discover that if she had a barrier, it was gone now, which meant that I wasn't going to have to hurt her to love her. Emboldened by that discovery, I dipped my lips back to the top of her slit, gently massaging the hood, and occasionally the clit itself, as I continued thrusting with my fingers.
Her quiet cries and moans began to grow in volume, and as before, she started bucking her hips against my mouth and fingers, just strongly enough for me to notice. I redoubled my efforts, my tongue now focused exclusively on the firm nub of her clit, only vaguely aware that I was rock-hard again - I had no intention of doing anything else just yet. When I at last felt her pussy contract tightly around my fingers, I took her clit into my mouth and gave it a light nip, which was all it took. Her orgasm exploded out of her, her vagina tightening so strongly around my fingers that I wondered if they were going to break, and I could feel her inner walls massaging them, trying to draw them even deeper forward into herself as she came. Her juices poured out around my fingers, much faster than I could lick them up as she quivered on top of my mattress, letting loose with a loud yowl of intense pleasure.
When her orgasm finally passed, Sarabi lay limply in my bed, panting, her tail almost motionless as it lay over the side of my bed and dangled onto the floor. I busied myself with cleaning up her climatic outpouring as best I could, finishing up with a last, slow lick before withdrawing my tongue back into my mouth, knowing that it was going to be incredibly stiff tomorrow. Sliding up on the bed alongside her, I gave her nose a soft kiss when she turned to look at me. Her expression was one of stunned, happy amazement. "Where... on earth... did you learn _that_?" she asked me between pants, even though I could see that she was recovering quickly, much faster than humans usually do.
"I just did what seemed right," I honestly replied, although there was a helpless bit of smugness in my tone that I couldn't keep out.
She giggled at that, and gently rubbed my cheek with one of those soft, padded hands of hers. "It was certainly right," she agreed, and shivered again, before pressing her furred body firmly up against mine, holding me close with her hands for a few minutes, her satisfied purr filling the air. I knew, logically, that big cats aren't supposed to be able to purr, but there was something inherently _right_ about her doing so... and since this entire night was a blatant impossibility, I cut off that train of thought immediately. Almost as if sensing my brief dalliance with Reality, Sarabi slowly and suggestively rubbed the length of her body up and down mine, causing muscles all up and down my belly to flutter. "Ready for the real thing?" she murmured, obviously having fully recovered already.
I could hear the desire in her voice, and see it in her eyes as I met hers with my own, but... I wouldn't be me if I didn't ask. "Are you sure? I--"
She cut off my halfhearted protests with an upraised finger, just the same as earlier, then sealed them shut with another deep kiss that brought my heartbeat speeding back up. "Mm-hmm," she purred deeply, pulling back. "I'm sure, Peter. Please make love to me." I couldn't resist such an honest request as that, especially when it was something I wanted so desperately to do.
"I will, Sarabi," speaking her name aloud for the first time, "because I love you." Something warm and bright sparkled in her eyes as I said that, and I wished like never before that this night would never end. Returning her kiss with one of my own, I moved back on top of her, only breaking the kiss once I was in position. I lowered myself closer to her, feeling the hardness of her nipples against my chest, and her liquid heat against the tip of my almost painfully rigid penis. And still I looked deep into her eyes, searching for any last trace of doubt.
Seeing that final hesitation, she reached up with her hands, placing them on my shoulder blades and slowly running them down my back, tickling my ribs, and reaching lower. "Mate me," she murmured quietly, almost desperately. "Make me yours...." Those supple hands of hers reached my lower cheeks, and with a steady force, pushed me inside her. "...My love," she gasped, as my dick slid into the place it truly belonged, enveloped by her hot, wet, ribbed tunnel.
All resistance gone, I slowly buried myself up to the hilt inside her willing sex, pulled out, and moved forward again with a gasp. Her ribbed pussy titillated me like no human's ever could, as we moved against each other with a rhythm as old as time. My room, long since saturated with the scents of shared arousal, was now filled with soft gasps and moans from both of us as we moved with each other. As we slid back and forth, her hands were firmly planted on my lower back, while mine were planted on my bed on either side of her breasts, as I alternately kissed her ears, forehead, nose and muzzle. She responded in kind by licking my face with that incredibly dexterous tongue of hers, as well as arching her back slightly to allow her breasts to firmly rub against my chest as my thrusts increased in speed.
The pleasure of being within her was so overwhelming that I had to back off several times to keep from coming before she did... this act was so special, so wonderful, that I wanted us to hit our peaks together. After my third or fourth pause, precum drooling out from around her lower lips, I had just begun to resume my pattern when I felt her hands tighten around my waist, and her pussy tightened around my penis, punctuated by the sounds of her tail whacking against the frame of my bed. Unprepared for her to orgasm so soon, I kept thrusting within that now very-confined space. I saw her eyes just long enough to note their disbelieving look as she passed her peak and I kept going... and now my own was approaching, and I knew instinctively that I couldn't hold this one back. Thrusting furiously, my balls smacking against her furred mound, I felt her starting to clench a second time... but before she could hold me, I pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip still inside her. I saw her eyes open again, just starting to register hurt shock, when I thrust myself deeper inside her than I had yet, tickling every rib in her clenched tunnel, and time we both yelled with our shared orgasm. I came deep inside her, filling her with more seed than I'd ever let go at one time, sensing the warmth of it rushing through her. And as if that wasn't enough, her straining pussy walls massaged the full length of my penis, trying to draw it in further and coerce out more of my seed, which escaped me in a small series of surprised jets. Her vagina squeezed me even harder, briefly, before surrendering its grip on my drained member.
I collapsed on top of her, no longer able to support my own weight, and we lay there for a long time, panting, as my shrinking dick started to pull out of her on its own accord, bringing with it a small overflow of excess cum, mixed in with her leftover juices. "...Wow," I murmured, when I finally regained my breath. Nothing in any of my wildest imaginings had prepared me for this; I was completely blown away... and from the stunned look of her face, so was Sarabi.
"Wow," she agreed, breathlessly. "I've... never... _anything_ like that...." Neither of us had any inclination to separate our bond, but I was slowly becoming aware of how much I had sweated throughout this, as well as her own sticky, matted fur down below. Another urge was slowly reaching for my attention, reminding me of something else I had wondered about... lowering my head, I whispered what I had in mind into her ear. To her credit, while she did looked rather shocked, I didn't see disgust or judgment in her eyes.
"...And then we can have a bath," I finished. Gently tweaking one of her ears with a finger, I smiled as I needlessly pointed out, "Because we can both use one."
Giving me a wry look, Sarabi gave the tip of my nose a rougher lick - it seemed she had a way of controlling how rough the surface of her tongue was - and replied, "You think so, do you? Hmm... I've never been asked anything like that before... but I must admit that now I'm curious. So... sure."
Grinning at her, I nodded, gave her nose a lick in return, and lifted myself off of her, reluctantly pulling myself out of her as I did so. After gathering my strength, I stood up off the bed, not bothering to get dressed, and turned to watch her do the same, marvelling all over again at how beautiful she was. The sight of her exposed in all of her disheveled glory, on top of what we were going to do, already had me half-hard again, but I knew it was going to be a while longer yet before I was that recovered. Standing up, Sarabi noticed my admiring gaze, and blushed the slightest bit, the insides of her ears reddening. "C'mon, you," she purred, grabbing my hand and heading for my bedroom door.
Meekly following along, we exited my bedroom, and stepped into the bathroom. It was a fairly spartan room, really... clean tiled surfaces, an ordinary sink and toilet illuminated by fluorescent lights... the only ode to glory it contained was the bathtub. I'd long since grown tired of the standard tiny American tubs that you couldn't even lie down flat in, and was astonished when I'd discovered this place came fitted with a tub that some people would call a wading pool. It was a person-and-a-half wide, some twelve-odd feet long, over two feet deep... and absolutely perfect for what we were going to do. Releasing my hand, Sarabi eyed the tub appreciatively, and took a minute to run the tap until hot water came out. Shutting the tap back off, she allowed the water to drain, then climbed in, flashing her pink pussy and tight butt at me, tail upraised. I knew it was intentional from the look that she gave me, then gestured come-hither with an outstretched hand, but did not lie down. Chuckling helplessly, I also got in, and she gently pushed me down, resting my back against the cool porcelain. My skin puckered briefly at the cold body-length contact of the unheated tub, but I was still warm enough from our recent lovemaking for the sensation to pass quickly.
Unlike me, Sarabi needed no reassurance of confirming what I'd whispered to her. Squatting over me, she reached out and started fingering my cock, trying to coerce it back to a semblance of rigidity. I propped my head up to watch her, feeling tired, stressed muscles in my groin begin to tense again. I knew it was still far too soon for me to orgasm again, but that was okay - that wasn't what we had in mind. Once she was satisfied, she reached down with one hand and started massaging her own slit and clitoris, occasionally dipping in a finger or two, until she was satisfied that she was lubricated enough once more. Slowly lowering herself down over my mostly erect dick, she patiently worked it inside herself, then smiled at me. "Anytime, Peter."
Smiling back, somewhat apprehensively, I reached out with my hands and grasped her backside, holding her against me for the moment... and tried to give voice to the earlier call of nature. For a couple minutes, nothing happened, and I was starting to wonder if the books were right... if this really wasn't possible... and then I felt something, some barrier, give way deep inside me. With that, my water started to flow inside her... first a trickle, then a steady stream, in far more generous quantities than I could ever hope to achieve with semen. Sarabi gasped as the first warm jet went up inside her, then began purring as my flow continued, filling her far more completely than I could otherwise.
She began slowly moving herself up and down my spurting shaft, holding her pussy lips up and open, and after a while, excess urine started to leak out around my penis, which had started shrinking again once my body realized it wasn't going to be used for sex immediately. I was pleased to see the outflow, as I didn't want the sheer quantity to force itself into places inside that would be extremely difficult, if not impossible, to clean. Shortly after she began to leak round my imperfect seal, she surprised me yet again, and released her own hot stream, which landed directly on the thatch of my pubic hair. I gasped in surprise, then grinned, giving her butt cheeks a gentle squeeze with my hands.
Smiling mischievously, she reached down and started directing her own yellow stream up my body as I continued to empty my bladder into her. Even her water had a sweeter scent than I expected, not at all the harsh musky smell I would have thought. Growing daring, I directed her to continue it up my body... across my belly, over my sternum, and, before I could stop her, onto my face. My sense of curiosity grew too strong, and I opened my mouth to sample the taste directly. While it wasn't as divine as her vagina's juices, and I wouldn't want to go around drinking cups of it... it was still far better than I expected. I lapped at her offered stream until it died out. Feeling that my own stream was about run out, I caught her off guard by lifting herself up off of me - urine cascading out of her pussy with my dick no longer blocking the flow - and spent the last few squirts saturating the inner and outer areas of her sex.
Grinning playfully down at me, Sarabi rubbed herself with her hands following that last soaking, then sat down in the tub with another one of those lovely giggles. "That was much better than I expected... but now we _really_ need a bath," she needlessly informed me.
Raising my eyebrows slightly, I propped myself on my elbows, and answered in my driest tone, "You think so? Well, then, I'd better make sure you have a _thorough_ bath." She regarded me with curious interest, visibly wondering what I had in mind. I carefully propped myself up further out of the tub, and fumbled at one of the bathroom vanity drawers, opening it and reaching in to grab a turkey baster. (I'm sure you're wondering how one of those ended up in my bathroom. I'm not going to tell you.) Grinning over at her, returning to the confines of the tub, now she gave me a rather incredulous look.
"Are you _serious_?" she asked me with visibly amused disbelief, her ears twitching again.
I shrugged nonchalantly. "Seems like a good idea to me. Gotta get you clean, after all." Giggling again, Sarabi shook her head, with an expression I figured as marveling at my ingenuity. Or perhaps she was also wondering how I happened to have a turkey baster in my bathroom. I chose the former. Getting up on my knees, I had her lay down on her back - she had to pause to position her tail more comfortably for that position, and I briefly grabbed at it with one of my hands, letting its length and the furry tuft at the end slide free.
She laughed, softly, at my actions. "Like it, do you? It's occasionally handy, but it can be a nuisance." She stretched out more fully in the tub, and once more exposed herself to me, grinning suggestively. "Hadn't you better get started?"
This time I had to laugh, and took the opportunity to give one of her feet - also padded, I saw - a quick tickle, which caused it to flinch with another one of those great giggles. "Well, if you insist," I replied, winking. Reaching behind me, I turned on the tap, adjusting the water for a comfortably warm temperature, but I didn't put the drain cap in, instead letting the water gather in a slowly growing puddle around the drain. Filling the baster with fresh water, I carefully worked in inside of her, which caused her to wriggle her hips at this new sensation. Smiling at her, I gave the bulb a gentle, steady squeeze, flushing out her inner recesses. I repeated the process several times, until we were both confident that she was clean. Setting the baster aside, out of the tub, I carefully stood up to grab the removable showerhead, wanting to rinse off the worst of the mess before we started the bath.
Kneeling back down with the detached head, I turned to see that Sarabi had settled further into the tub, arms crossed behind her head, and gave me a playful look. Laughing, I turned on the showerhead after adjusting the temperature, and began to run the cone of warm water slowly over every inch of her exposed body, running my hands over her wet fur and against her skin as I did so. The combination of the heated water and my thorough rubbing soon had her eyes closed again, and the steady rumble of her purrs - echoing interestingly in the smaller bathroom - accompanied me as I worked. This presented an unequaled opportunity for me to explore the textures and contours of her body that I had not yet examined - the lithe flexibility of her tail, the ticklish spots between her toes and the pads of her feet, the smooth feminine curves of her legs... nothing escaped my attention. I also was able to watch her shiver interestingly as I cleaned the rest of her sex with the same careful care, seeing a small spasm run through her when the stream of water ran across her clit, and discovered that her belly was almost as sensitive to my touches as her breasts were.
As I worked my way up to her neck, she startled me by lifting her head up to give me a solid, deep kiss, briefly darting her tongue inside my mouth, which I returned in earnest, almost dropping the shower head. Pulling her lips away from mine first, she slowly withdrew her tongue from my mouth, and ran it up and over my nose before resting her head back down with her eyes closed. "Haven't finished yet," she murmured quietly through her purrs.
Shaking my head in amazement, but smiling fit to make my mouth hurt, I adjusted the flow to a smaller, lower-pressure stream, and delicately cleaned her face. When I'd finished that, she opened her eyes again, winked at me, and turned herself over, obviously wanting the same treatment for both sides. Laughing helplessly, I did as she requested, rinsing out her thick, tawny-brown hair, this time cleaning her arms also, and worked my way down her back... this time with the shower adjusted for 'massage'. From the sounds she was making, it was obvious that she loved that. All too soon, I'd worked my way down her lower cheeks... and with a grin I knew she couldn't see, I nudged the base of her tail aside and squirted the revealed puckered pink hole full on. She made an indignant sound, and gave me a friendly swat with that nimble tail of hers as she rolled over again, this time sitting up, and smiled brightly. "Okay, you got me," she allowed, then held out her hand. "My turn."
Sighing theatrically - although I was really looking forward to this - I handed over the shower head, and assumed the same position she had earlier, lying on my back with my head propped up to watch. She was evidently just as curious about my body as I was about hers, for, like me, she started at my toes - wiggling around and in-between them in a decidedly ticklish fashion, before moving up my legs, and... I took in a deep breath as her wet hands touched and cleaned my testicles, and again when they wrapped around my mostly-erect penis and gave it a few strokes. I knew then that I was ready to go at it again, but she shortly moved on, running those wonderful hands of her across the bare skin of my belly, and through the thin mat of wiry hair on my chest. I closed my eyes, then, half-expecting to be spritzed full in the face for taking advantage of my earlier opportunity, but she was as delicate with my face as I had been with hers, her soft touch definitely caressing my skin in a fashion I could only describe as erotic.
She had me turn over, also, rinsing off my back... and giving me the best back-scratch with her partially unsheathed claws than I've ever had in my life. I couldn't purr, but I darned well wanted to, I was so relaxed. She finished up the same way I had, too, although I had the advantage of being prepared for it, rinsing out the crack between my butt-cheeks. By now, the idea of taking an actual bath was unnecessary, but after spraying all of the residue of our cleaning down the drain, I stoppered it off, and turned the tap on full before turning to face her again with a smile of desire. "Once more?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmm," she purred, her head nodding. "How could I say no, after all of that?" Her voice, still laced with her purrs, was warm and full of arousal. This time, though, we changed our positions slightly as the water started to fill the tub, with her damp, yet very hot body resting atop mine, her breasts pressed almost as firmly against my ribs as my dick was pressing against her lower stomach. We waited, though, my upper back propped up by the back of the tub, both quivering with anticipation, and my restless hands repeatedly ran across her cheeks, over her ears, and through her hair in heartfelt caresses. She contented herself with licking my face again with that lovely pink tongue, periodically slightly shifting her body atop of mine to create even more pleasurable sensations for us both.
When the water rose high enough to cover my balls, neither of us could wait any longer. She slid forward atop of me reaching behind her to grasp my eager, engorged penis... and slid backwards, her liquid heat and ribbed tunnel enclosing me once again. Neither of us held back our soft moans of passion as we made that essential contact once more, although it took all the control I had to not begin thrusting into her. This was her turn to lead, after all. Sarabi slowly slid back and forth on top of me that way several times, as the water finally rose high enough to submerge our linked sexes.
We continued that way for the next few minutes as the water continue to rise, her movements beginning to make noticeable waves as she started to move faster. Unable to help myself, my hands rose out of the water, running down her sides, and clutching tightly at her svelte butt. She only paused once, as the water finally covered her lower back, to reach back with one foot and awkwardly turn off the torrent of water rushing into the tub. Giving me another deeply passionate kiss, still sliding across my body, she decided she wanted more. Sitting up, she planted one hand on the side of the tub for support, and started rubbing her clit with her other hand as she started thrusting herself down on me, my hands still firmly grasping her butt cheeks.
Tossing her head back with her steady moans of pleasure, the sight of her jiggling furred breasts, as well as the sight of my length repeatedly being buried into her, aroused me even more than I thought was possible. Now completely out of control, I started arching my hips each time she came down to meet me, helping her come down with my hands, heedless of the water that was being splashed out of the tub at our actions. All too soon, I started to feel that familiar sensation deep inside of me, signaling my orgasm... but it was building incredibly slowly, gathering into a force that I'd never felt before. This wasn't going to be an orgasm; this was going to be a tactical nuke. The water around our sexes as already growing cloudy from our shared seeping liquids... and that was all I had time to notice as I felt her start to tighten around me once more.
She peaked an instant before I did, calling my name aloud after the last powerful downward thrust, all of her claws fully extending at the depth of her pleasure. As before, her vagina tightened strongly around me, and one of her inner ribs hooked right behind the head of my penis, drawing me so deeply inside that I could feel my tip pressing against her cervix, and that was all it took. Almost convulsing with my orgasm, I came magnificently inside of her, breathlessly yelling her name, feeling my hot seed spread deeper within her, and in larger quantities, than it had before. As that tremendous feeling of release started to fade, I opened my eyes, still feeling myself release a little more inside her at the urgings of her vagina, and saw that she, too, had had an ejaculation, the remainders of which were still trailing out of her exposed urethra.
Keeping myself buried deeply inside of her, I easily pulled her back down on top of me, one arm around her shoulders, and gave her one more tired kiss. "Sarabi, that was... astonishing." I looked into her happily tired eyes with my own, and murmured, "Thank you for sharing that with me."
Chuckling softly, her body trembling with exhaustion, she murmured, "Anytime...."
Still holding her close to me, safely propped up on the far side of the bathtub, and still joined with her... we fell asleep in the warm water.
I awoke alone some time later, disconcerted, wondering why I was laying in a tub filled with rapidly cooling water... and then I remembered. Smiling immediately, I decided that Sarabi must have woken up before I had, and had maybe gone to bed to avoid the crick in her neck that I seemed on the verge of developing. Climbing out of the tub, and barely avoiding slipping on the sopping wet tile, I took a moment to lay down some fresh towels on the giant puddle formed by our earlier antics, gave myself a brief toweling off, and stepped into my bedroom. My bed was empty... as was the rest of the house. Nothing else seemed touched or out of place, except Sarabi was nowhere to be seen. Dazedly walking back into my bedroom, my mind already wondering if I could possibly have dreamt such a thing - because it made a sort of sense, compared to what actually happened - I finally went to look at the framed fan-art drawing of her, hanging on my wall.
Except I couldn't see it.
Hanging from the frame, and obscuring the photo, was a familiar violet top....