The Exchange Student
#3 of Marshmallows and Love
Third chapter of my miniseries. Enjoy! (Illustrations by juindalo)
Aaaaaaaand here it is, the third chapter of my "Marshmallows and Love" miniseries! I really hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.
Disclaimer: This work contains Yiff, super Yiff, and ultra Yiff. But you already knew that. Still, if you're underage or just don't like it, hit that pretty 'previous page' button on your browser. Otherwise, ENJOY!
Update: I have decided to turn this into an infinite series, seeing as there's so many stuff to put in here. I'll add more chapters as I have extra time, and keep doing the commissions as well. Also, due to requests from a couple of very helpful readers, I'm changing the way I write dialogues, with italics for thoughts and quotation marks for spoken dialogue. Let me know if you like it better like this!
Update #2: Thanks a lot to Juindalo for helping me illustrate this story! More pictures to come for the rest of my works!
Summer came, and with it, skimpy outfits and beach parties. Big deal as it was for humans, Marsh felt absolutely no change. That tends to happen when you find a mate willing to sate every desire, and open minded enough to try some really kinky stuff. His relationship with Sarah Fowl was reciprocal, however, and he also strived to fulfill any fantasies she had.
Things had changed a lot since their little escapade to Lake Louise, and both of them could feel it. The days were brighter, and not only because of the season. They showed the classic symptoms of being in love, and everyone around them noticed. Most people treated them like just another couple, and smiled as they walked by, holding paws. Every time one of them got invited to something, they immediately assumed they would assist as a couple, and they never failed to deliver. With summer came transfer students, some cute girls among them. They rarely saw mark that summer, and later learned that he'd gotten entangled with a girl from across town, and almost failed several course due to absences.
Classes went by, as always, and by July Sarah decided to celebrate their half a year of relationship by not renewing her dorm lease and moving in with Marsh. He was more than happy with this idea, and for the following weeks they finished their days with some passionate love-making, like they did on the day which triggered the weirdest week of the year.
The day had started off in a pretty simple way, with the general courses passing by in a blur. After lunch, there was a new class neither of them had ever had. The university had decided to implement a very extensive Sex-Ed program, due to an increase in unwanted pregnancies. Marsh and Sarah didn't have this problem, being different species and all, which allowed them to have bareback fun all year long. (They hadn't known that on their first time, and still took the risk). But still, they weren't exempt from attending, and they sat side by side on the lecture hall. The lights dimmed and the speaker took the stage. At first it was pretty straightforward, the topic bouncing from the correct usage of condoms, to warnings about counterfeit birth control pills, then to sexual diseases... Marsh did his best in order to stay awake. He had been sexually active for less than half a year and he knew that any knowledge would probably be of use to him.
During some of the interesting topics, like classifying sexual fetishes and approaching them safely, he noticed that everyone was paying attention; everyone but a petite red haired girl, who didn't seem interested at all. She was a few rows ahead, and occasionally turned around, looking at nowhere in particular. However, discreet as she was, she failed to trick Marsh, who noticed that every time he looked away, she stared at them both. He pretended he didn't notice for a mayor part of the lecture, which was now turning a bit more interesting. While the speaker was talking about safer alternatives to vaginal intercourse, however, he decided he'd let her know he had busted her, and deviated his look just enough so she would focus on them, then quickly back at her. Their gazes connected for a second, and she blushed deeply, turning away.
Suddenly, he felt Sarah nudging him. His focus immediately turned towards the speaker, who had just finished talking about oral sex and was now discussing the advantages of anal sex instead of vaginal sex.
Heh, I can _'__ t believe it_. He thought for himself. They _'__ re actually suggesting that we try anal sex! Back in my high-school, this would ' ve lead to immediate and harsh reprisals_...
As the woman continued to explain not only why anal sex was better sometimes, but also the various methods for engaging it in a way it seemed irresistible, he took a quick dash at the crimson-haired girl. She had her eyes towards the front, and wouldn't stare at him or Sarah for the rest of the day. Marsh felt bad for her, but that feeling stopped when she felt Sarah nudging again. The woman was still talking about anal, so he didn't understand at first what she was trying to get him to pay attention to. Then, he saw it; a small, vertically folded post-it note. He grabbed it, read it and blushed heavily. In Sarah's trademark writing, with shaky letters and an arrow pointing to the stage, it said:
Wanna try it tonight?
After that lecture, they kissed goodbye and left for their own classes. For Marsh, the clock looked like it had been submerged in thick goo, which stopped it from ticking at its natural rhythm. Whenever he thought about what was going to happen that night he felt dizzy and short of breath, and one of his classmates actually asked if he was feeling okay. He didn't, but he still told him it was nothing to worry about. He couldn't concentrate, however, and was constantly distraught. It was only after the bell rang that he relaxed a bit by walking around campus; and then he noticed he'd felt something similar when they were snowboarding at Lake Louise, albeit much milder, because in that case he hadn't known for certain if he was going to get some action that night... but now, the tension felt unbearable. He strolled through the diverse buildings in an effort to calm himself down, to no avail; however, while he walked, he spotted the mysterious crimson haired girl walking behind him. He sat down in a bench, and she awkwardly sat down in the opposite one. She looked at him, and he analyzed her fully for the first time. She had a small, 5'7 body with girlish tones. Her breasts, smaller than average, complimented her petite figure perfectly. As she gazed at him with those brown eyes, he noticed a certain type of look on her face. She looked sad, but intrigued at the same time. They looked at one another for at least five minutes, none of them saying a word or looking away. On a couple times, her gaze met his, and she blushed and averted it. Marsh decided to ask her something, but as soon as he was going to do so, he received a text from Sarah.
"Come to our dorm at 7Pm exactly, not a minute before or after. XOXO"
He looked at his watch; it was already a quarter to seven. Not wanting to be late, he stood up and walked towards the dorm, watching as the petite red-haired girl just sat there, not pursuing him at all. It took him exactly 13 minutes to reach the door to his dorm, and he waited nervously outside for 120 seconds before coming in. He used his key and entered, flipping the light-switch in the process. The lights stayed off, and only a dim glow emanated from the bathroom. He walked towards it, and as soon as he entered, he was overwhelmed by the scene.
Normally he was the hopeless romantic that had arranged for a rose petal bed on their first night, that massaged gently his partner's back when she was too tired, that brushed her fur with his fingers in the shape of a heart... But he hadn't done anything like that for tonight and still, the aroma of scented candles flooded the air as he saw her mate inside the hot tub(Yes, his dorm had a small hot tub.), completely naked, motioning him to join her. He wasted no time, stripping off his clothes and slowly submerging himself in the hot water, cramming up against the feline for space. They giggled for a second, without actually saying anything. After a few more seconds of silence, the pink fur took the initiative.
"So...I would say it's time we opened up this..." She said, pulling out a bottle of red wine.
Marsh nodded, familiar with the complexity of buying alcohol for them. Since they weren't 21 yet, they legally couldn't buy booze, but as a fur's body worked different as a human's, some places would allow them to buy a thing or two. Seeing as Sarah had some trouble with the cork, he helped her and the glasses were full in no time. They toasted, to nothing in specific as always, and sipped a bit; the red liquid making its way down their throats and warming up their insides. After doing so, Sarah grabbed something else.
"Ooh, Kitty wants to get clean before she gets dirty?" Marsh asked playfully as he saw the high end creams for fur. He didn't wait for an answer, and grabbed a bottle.
He poured a small amount into his hand, and started rubbing it sensually against Sarah's back. He gently rubbed it into her pink fur, softly massaging her muscles in the progress. She did the same to him, and soon, Marsh's hands had travelled to her breasts, which he massaged also. He couldn't take it anymore, and decided to make a move, but she was quicker, using her hands to turn him over and resting her body over his, spilling some of the water from the tub. She looked at him with lust in her eyes, and took another sip from her glass. Marsh had his suspicions, but he couldn't confirm them due to the scented candles and the fact that she was underwater, but otherwise he was pretty sure she was on her heat again, for the first time since the night they met. She kissed him passionately, like attempting to sate a primal desire, while her hand quickly submerged and grabbed his sheath. She rubbed the soft fur, coercing the red organ out of its hiding spot. Marsh loved it when she pawed him, her hands softer than silk and her gentle rubbing always got him erect in seconds; but his time, however, her movements were a bit faster and rougher, and she even raked him a bit with one of her claws. She was in no mood to play submissive, and Marsh had no problem with that as he felt his shaft reaching its maximum point, at which point she straddled him without stopping their kiss.
Her hand, still massaging his shaft, guided it towards her swollen folds. He shuddered a bit at the contact, felling that she was even warmer than the water in the tub, right before she without further ceremony pushed against him, making him penetrate her all the way. They both moaned into the kiss as they embraced each other, the sharp motion creating a wave that spilled on the far end of the tub. Marsh had never seen her so eager, so needy. Not that she was cold in bed normally, but this aggressiveness was definitely a heat induced one.
She finally broke the kiss to take a deep breath, and began to thrust herself up and down her mate's spire, and he said nothing as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. She began to move faster and faster, making the surface of the tub look like the sea during a hurricane. Marsh strained himself in order to avoid letting go too soon, because he was sure that it would ruin the moment for her. He knew that Sarah was using him as a sex toy to sate her heat, and he loved it, but he feared that pleasuring such primal urges was beyond his own ability as he felt his own orgasm approach. Thankfully for him, the heat not only made her extra aggressive but also extra sensitive, and she tensed up as she exploded, her cum flowing out in gushes and mixing with the water. Happy that Sarah had finished, marsh was about to let go himself, when he remembered the post-it note. He bit his lip and contained himself, while the feline's pussy clutched him and trembled with release. Her orgasm died down, and the water returned to its calm state, even though about a third of the tub had been drained by the ferocious mating, but Marsh didn't care. He opened up the faucet and filled it up again with hot water, while his penis ached for release still inside her. As Sarah's breathing returned to normal, she took a sip of her wine and looked at him.
"You didn't finish, did you?" She asked lovingly. "Great! Because we're not done yet; don't think I forget my promises that easily."
She gave him another kiss as she lifted her pelvis and removed his cock from the warm tunnel it was happily nested in. She broke the kiss, and then turned his back on him, resting her precious butt in his groin, and as she rested her back against his chest, he used one of his hands to cup her breasts, while the other one went down towards her netherfur. He used two fingers to spread her lips wide open, allowing them to be bathed in the hot water. She shivered due to his ministrations, and started grinding her behind against his penis. He kept teasing her, touching her just slightly and never in any sensitive spot directly, and in a second she was already aroused again, and used one of her hands to force his towards her lips. Seeing just how intense she was during heat, Marsh gave her just what she was craving, and used his index finger to penetrate her while the thumb stayed and circled her clitoris. His index quickly found her G-spot as many times before, and gently started rubbing it, eliciting a moan from her.
Something Marsh had learned from his room was that the last owner was a rock drummer, and his constant solo rehearsals had forced his neighbors to make him soundproof the room. This became handy when Sarah moved in because now they could be as loud as they wanted, even if none of them was particularly loud. He continued to finger Sarah as she kept grinding.
"Marsh, I...Need it inside me again...now..." She said in between moans. Marsh allowed her to lift her behind and used his free hand to position his penis in line with her labia as he pressed a bit. "Not there honey... A bit h...higher?"
So she was going to let him do it! Marsh thought as he gladly grabbed his organ and raised it up a bit, lining it with her tail-hole. His tip pressed slightly against it, and he stopped fingering Sarah for a bit.
"Go slow please... I don't want it to hurt too much" Sarah said with a bit of nervousness in her voice.
Marsh gulped, and started to slowly push upwards. She yelped once the head popped in, and he stopped. She calmed down, and her muscles relaxed a bit so he could now push with ease, so he kept penetrating her tail-hole, stopping every inch or two to make sure she was doing okay until he was inside all the way, and he discovered why anal was considered a great alternative to vaginal. He felt the heat, almost as much as her pussy, but what really got him was the tightness; she felt unbelievably tight, and he definitely enjoyed the sensation. Sarah panted as she got used to his presence, as this was the first time she'd played with her back door; then, after the last stings of pain subsided, she felt the pleasure, and felt glad she had decided to try it while Marsh began to move, very slowly at first so that it would be enjoyable for her too.
"Oh god, this feels awesome!" He said, in an indirect attempt to figure out if she was having fun.
She just moaned, and said one word:
"F...Faster."
That was all the confirmation he needed, and picked up the pace while his fingers resumed their job, rubbing the inside and outside of her pussy as she rode him wildly. He fondled her breasts with one hand, while he fingered her with the other and fucked her wildly through her tail-hole. She moaned louder and louder as he kept increasing the tempo, and used her hands to keep herself elevated while Marsh's powerful thrusts drove her wild while her G-spot was also being assaulted by his dexterous fingers, and she felt herself getting very close to orgasm. Then, without a warning, he carefully bit her neck, without choking her or puncturing the skin. This was too much for a girl in heat, and she orgasmed harder than she'd ever done in her life, covering his digit in slick vaginal fluid. While she was still cumming he pushed his knot in, eliciting a yelp followed by yet another orgasm. She was now shivering wildly, and he had to resort to short quick movements now that they were joined. In the wake of her orgasm, feeling that big rod of warm meat snugly fit inside her, she did something Marsh had never seen her do before: She purred. The low rumble caused by that unbelievably cute noise felt like a tremble on her insides, and that drove him into release; he shot his cum with great force inside her, spurting relatively large amounts of his seed into the cute kitty on top of him. He released her neck, and finally stopped fingering her while he enjoyed the bliss of his own orgasm. His penis was locked inside her, and was still releasing string after string of his seed while she shivered hard with delight, having experienced her first multiple orgasm. They remained like this for at least half an hour, and as soon as the water got cold and helped his penis reduce size faster, they separated, Marsh's cum flowing freely into the tub; they then kissed again, and opened the drain. As they got dry and blew the candles off, Sarah's ears perked up, and she looked at window at the far end of the room.
"What is it?" Marsh asked.
"Nothing...Thought I'd heard someone by the window..." She said.
"Do you think they were spying on us?" He asked a bit concerned.
"Nah must've been a bird. No one would climb up there, it is three stories up." She said, turning away.
"Still, that bird had a very good look at us. We didn't shut the bathroom door." He said, joking.
"Well, why don't we go to bed and figure out how to stop these mysterious 'Voyeur birds' tomorrow." She joked back.
"Deal" He replied
None of them had early class that morning, so they slept all the way till 11AM; at which point Marsh woke up and, seeing that Sarah was still asleep, he tiptoed towards the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later, the feline's sharp nose picked up a very pleasant odor and she woke up, yawning as she cutely stretched her feline body. She got up and walked towards the kitchen, her nose acting as her navigator. There, she found the husky who she had spent the night with cooking breakfast, humming a song softly. The smell of bacon flooded her nostrils, and noticing he hadn't seen her yet, she decided to play a little trick to him. As soon as he released the hot pan, she crept behind him and gave him a soft bear hug; at which point he jumped, startled.
"Jesus, Sarah, you almost gave me a heart attack." He said as he regained his composure.
She giggled, as she gave him a kiss on his neck while one of her hands grabbed his behind and gave it a firm squeeze.
"Ooh, my kitty wants another round?" He asked, half joking.
"Not before breakfast she doesn't" She replied. "So make sure that bacon is medium rare"
Marsh remembered she was still in her heat, and that it meant that more primal urges like eating raw meat also surfaced. He didn't mind, though, and he obeyed her wishes by bringing her a plate full of red, greasy bacon. She devoured it, happy that her mate had done some research on how to treat a girl on heat, and when she was finished she insisted in doing the dishes. Marsh reminded her that he had a new dishwasher, but that he was thankful nonetheless for the unselfish gesture. They returned to the bedroom, but seeing as Sarah's heat-induced desire for humping wasn't still present, they cuddled under the covers and started talking.
"...And then he asked me if I would be interested in a one night thing, just so he would tell his friends! Can you believe that jerk? There are so many creeps out there" She said, annoyed.
"Well, yeah... That reminds me, yesterday I saw this girl who couldn't stop looking at me. She even followed me after classes for some time. Not to make you jealous or anything, but I think she could have a crush on me." He said to her.
"Well, then she has a crush on me too" She answered. "Because after the lecture she followed me around campus and even entered to my classes. May be just a coincidence, but she just wouldn't stop looking at me."
"Did you say something to her?" He asked
"No, we didn't exchange any word, but some other people have already told me about her. Apparently, she's an Italian exchange student, and she doesn't have any friends here yet." She said
"Interesting" He said. "I'm going to talk to her today, see if I can find out why she's stalking us.
"Sure. Now come here, big boy, this kitty needs some loving" She said in a seductive tone as he smiled.
He ran into her at lunch, after hours of careful observation. She was sitting in the same bench he'd left her the day before eating a small sandwich when she noticed him; she tried to act normal, but failed miserably as she blushed deeply. Marsh sat down at her side, and he felt her body go rigid; so he waited until she relaxed a bit before speaking.
"If you're going to follow us all summer then I believe I should introduce myself." He said, noticing she hadn't lifted her head. "My name is James, James Lindbergh Moon, but everyone calls me Marsh"
She slowly looked at him, her brown eyes deeply contrasting her red hair and white skin, and after a couple seconds she finally spoke:
"Hi... my name is Fiammetta, I'm an exchange student." She said, with a well-disguised Italian accent.
"Fiammetta, little flame... What an appropriate name for a girl like you." Marsh said in a friendly tone.
"Grazie..." she said, cheering up a bit "How is it that you understand Italian?"
"Oh, that. I'm originally from Latin-America, and I studied Italian for some time." He said. "It's easy if you already know Spanish, because they come from the same Latin roots"
"Un piacere, mesere Marsh" she said, happily.
"Il piacere é mio, signorina Fiammetta" He replied with a perfect accent. "Now, why don't you tell me why have you been following us?" He said, without losing his friendly tone.
"It...It's complicated... I..." She stuttered, again in that weird insecurity.
"Just tell me, I promise that it'll fine." He said, trying to gain her trust.
"I'm curious, I... I hadn't seen a real life furry until yesterday, and I'm very sorry that I made you uncomfortable." She finally said.
"Well, that's understandable... There aren't many furs in Europe these days..." Marsh said.
"I promise I will not bother you again, I am very sorry... I" She started.
"Hey, don't worry about it. It's not like we're not used to it..." He said, gently cutting her off. "I have to return to class now, but maybe if you want I can introduce you to my mate, Sarah"
"Ok" She said. "I would like that; arrivederci!"
She _'__ s hiding me something, I can feel it._ He thought as he returned to his classroom. He decided he would investigate that further tomorrow, when Sarah joined him for the conversation with her. His thoughts were quickly replaced with chemical formulas and molecular structures as he prepared for that day's molecular biology test.
"...And she told you that it was her first time seeing a furry?" Sarah said. "Well, that explains a lot"
"It does. Still, I told her it was ok to appear curious, but for some reason I think that she didn't tell me everything..." Marsh said while he placed the dirty dishes on the dishwasher.
"Oh, there's an ego if I ever saw one!" Sarah said jokingly as she cleaned the last piece of clutter left by dinner. "Mr. James here thinks that every girl in the world will open up to him after five minutes of talking."
"Heh, it's not like that. I mean, something felt really weird during that conversation, but I wasn't expecting her to treat me like her shrink all of a sudden" Marsh said. "You'll notice it when you talk to her tomorrow"
"I probably will. In the meantime..." She said, searching for something inside one of the empty drawers. "How about we have some 'delicious' fun" She said softly, holding a jar in her hand.
"What do you mean by...? Whoa!" He exclaimed as he read the label on the jar. "How did you get ahold of THAT?!"
"Found it through a friend" She said, giggling at his reaction. "I know it's been banned from sale due to children obesity, but I don't think it'll be a problem for my beautiful husky"
She slowly opened the jar, the small *pop* from the safety seal reverberating on the silent room. Immediately, the smell of Marshmallows flooded the air, and poor Marsh's nose started twitching and his tail began to wag unconsciously. He'd heard about this variety of topping, but he had not been able to find a single jar anywhere. The white and creamy topping looked just like molten Marshmallows, and he started salivating as Sarah seductively dipped her finger and then licked it dry. She walked towards him, holding the jar of goodness in her hands and swaying her hips; but just as she was about to reach him, she took a small detour and went around him, straight into the bedroom. Marsh followed, like he was hypnotized by the sheer promise of eating Marshmallow topping. She sat down on the edge of the bed, opening her legs a bit to give him a glimpse of her moist, swollen labia. They wore no clothes while they were alone in the dorm, which definitely exacerbated their sex drive, as one glimpse to their partner's naked figure was more than enough to get them going most of the time.
Marsh froze on the door. He had absolutely no idea as to what she was about to do. He'd just assumed she was going to feed him some of it, but now he had a different theory as to what might happen in the next minute or so. Sarah grabbed a big chunk using her fingers.
"You know, I have always been amazed by what that canine tongue of yours can do. Tonight, I want to test its very limits." She said seductively as she spread the topping all over her pussy, coating its exterior in white, puffy goodness. She then pushed some of it inside her, moaning softly as she waited for him to come.
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Why, you kinky little kitten, He thought as he kneeled before her, his mouth in the perfect position. He had no choice, as his nose was overwhelmed by the combined odors of Marshmallows and feline in heat. His tongue acted like it had a life of its own, preparing for the delicacy he was about to taste, but his mind still had control, and he forced himself to lap first at the outer labia. He teased her by gently licking off the white cream off her fur, away from her exposed pink flesh at first. She _'__ s getting what she deserved for playing with my addiction like that_, he thought as he inched closer to her swollen folds. He felt her restlessness, and his ears perked up when she said in a whisper:
"Please, don't... don't tease a girl like that on her heat...You know how I feel, how bad I need it"
Marsh felt moved, and immediately refocused his attention towards her erogenous areas, taking eager licks at her pink, needy folds, and she shivered and started to moan louder and faster as he licked her clit. The taste of topping and female juices had Marsh in a sex overdrive, and he used his paws to grab her butt and push a bit against her, his skillful tongue working miracles for her as she began to see stars. Then, satisfied that the exterior had been cleaned of topping in its full extent, he began to go inside her with his tongue. There, he noticed that the marshmallow flavor was much more powerful, due to the amount of natural lubrication his mate produced. He felt her moans grow even louder, and saw that she had her eyes shut in pleasure as his tongue kept rubbing her in places where no other organ or toy would. As he kept licking, he felt something on the back of his head; Sarah had used her two hands to grab Marsh's head, and was now pushing him towards her pussy, trying to get him to go even deeper and faster. He felt this and upped his pace, now wildly coating her insides with his tongue as he took in the last bits of Marshmallow topping left in her.
Sarah was also stretching her own limits, as the furious tongue drove her wild with pleasure. Furthermore, due to her pushing him against her genitals his cold, moist nose was in direct contact with her tiny pleasure button. The temperature difference between her burning clit and his gelid nose felt like nothing she'd experienced before, and she loved every second of it. Also, his whiskers tickled playfully her inner folds and she could feel him breathing into her, making her entire pussy tingle. A few seconds of this treatment was all it took, and Marsh felt her inner walls clenching down on his tongue as she came. He drank some of it, addicted already to her taste, but most of it managed to escape and pooled on the ground below her, dampening his muzzle fur in the progress. She let out a whimper, and then purred again softly at the sensation as he cleaned her up with his tongue.
"Good doggie, good boy" She said softly, brushing her hand against his cheek. "God, you know how to make a girl happy" She said as the final waves of pleasure died down.
She relaxed, and he stopped licking. As he stood up and kissed her, almost slipping on the pool of cum on the floor, she gave him a tender lick on his right cheek, and hugged him tightly. As she did so, her eyes fell upon the window, and she suddenly became rigid and pale. Marsh felt this and whispered on her ear:
"Is everything okay?"
Then, with a very shaky voice, she answered.
"There's someone staring through the window"
-J