Winding down
Rita walked into her apartment and tossed her jacket onto the kitchen countertop. She flopped onto her couch and propped up her body with the seat back. Runt closed the door behind them and, having nowhere else to sit, lay down on the couch with Rita and rest his head on her chest. They embraced, happy to stop and relax after a packed day. Rita softly stroked the crimson fur on Runt's head.
Rita and Runt had just returned from a day trip to Manhattan. They seldom went in to the city, but when they did go it was always a great experience: they would lunch at Union Square, explore Midtown on foot, and even take in the occasional Broadway show. They never took it too seriously - it was always a spontaneous, impromptu day out between friends. This trip would have been one of their better ones, if not for an experimental sort of musical that struck them as distant and cold.
"That was garbage," Rita said. "I'm sure there are hobos out there that would sing to a cardboard box for free."
"Yeah, I know that guy outside the 7/11 would..."
After conversing for a few minutes, Rita shooed Runt off of her and went take a shower. She didn't bother to tell him that, but paused briefly at the bathroom door before she closed it behind her. Runt stretched and yawned and idly channel surfed while running water was heard. Before long, his ears perked as something came to mind.
He dropped the remote and ran into the bathroom, opening the door just in time to see Rita wash the soap off her face under the running shower. He knew her almost as well as she did, but the sight of the nude feline morph rendered him nonplussed. Having caught Rita's attention, she tossed him a sponge.
"You're learning. Now strip down and help."
Runt blushed as he clumsily disrobed in front of Rita. His shirt, jeans, and undershirt all went in a pile on the floor as she observed with arms crossed, awaiting his company. Soon he peeled his boxers off, much to Rita's approval.
She shut off the water as Runt stepped into the tub with her. He took the shampoo bottle and squirted it onto her back before working it into a lather, starting at her shoulders and moving down. He remained silent the entire time, but his lingering hands said more than he ever could.
Rita's lithe build emphasized her height; her arms, legs and stomach showed hints of her well-developed musculature. Her curvaceous hips segued fluidly into her slender waist. Her fur was silky and lustrous, her breasts were a perfect shape and size, and her face - muzzle and jaw, small pink nose, and dark green eyes - was achingly beautiful.
He recalled all this from fond memories deeply ingrained in his mind, because what he actually saw at the time was the small of her back. Almost without thinking, he gave her firm buttocks a quick squeeze. Rita's tail playfully batted his face in response.
Runt continued, and massaged her legs and footpaws. Rita turned around and allowed him to work his way back up again. He carefully soaped up her round hips and stomach, then her chest. Rita smiled as he rubbed her breasts in slow, deliberate patterns.
After Runt was done, Rita turned the water on again and rinsed the soap from her fur, soaking him in the process. She leaned on the handle to stop the water while she grabbed the shampoo from Runt's hands.
"Your turn..."
Runt was fairly tall canine morph, maybe half-a-head taller than Rita. He was chubbier and not as fit as she was, but he did not lack physical strength. Rather, it was offset by his cute, boyish looks, shyness and unflappable optimism - attributes that made him very attractive to Rita, who needed nothing so much as a foil.
Rita reciprocated Runt's earlier efforts and thoroughly lathered up his whole body, starting with his chest. The dog squirmed when Rita's dextrous fingers reached more sensitive spots, something which amused her. By the time his fur was rinsed clean the air was warm and heavy with moisture.
Rita knelt and slowly she took the head of his penis into her mouth. Runt responded with a quiet moan. She licked his length in one broad motion, then straightened her back and rubbed the tip against the soft fur of her cleavage.
Runt gripped the handrail hard and groaned loudly as Rita teased him - he had a rather low tolerance for pleasure, and to her that was very good fun. In fact, his protests were encouraging; soon she took more of his cock into her muzzle, slid up and down on it and milked it with her tongue. She was rewarded with a splash of precum, the salty taste of which she found appealing.
Rita soon pulled away, lightly kissing the tip. Runt twitched when her hands deftly goosed his buttocks.
"That was payback... and we can't finish until you do me first," Rita said.
Rita stood as Runt got on his knees in front of the feline. One of his hands spread her labial lips while the other gently pulled up on her clitoral hood. He let his tongue alternately slip into her opening and circle her clit, the way he knew she liked it - turnabout and all that.
Rita wasn't as easily excitable as Runt was and quieter - at first - but the sounds she did make were incredibly erotic. Her voice was fine, full and sensual; for those who cared to listen, her cries were easily heard on the entire floor. Runt licked faster and deeper; his paws pushed down on Rita's back in an effort to get closer to her. Her moans grew in intensity as she rode Runt's muzzle. She ran her fingers through his wet hair and gripped the back of his head.
"Nngh! Stop, please..."
"But... you were almost done."
"No, I can't. I need you to get in me first," Rita said as she helped Runt to her feet.
Runt grasped his member and poked it against Rita's nether-lips; immediately he pushed his hips forward and penetrated her with a groan of relief. Rita inhaled hard and raked her claws on his back. She indulged herself with a purr at the sensation of Runt filling her slick, tight passage.
"Good boy - you do remember what to do next, right?"
Runt smiled and rolled his eyes. With his hands gripping Rita's sides, he slid in and out and got into the rhythm: slower on the way out, quicker in, push his hips down a bit... these things were muscle memory for him at this point, but it worked because it felt so good for him, and he knew it felt really good for Rita too.
Runt thrust quicker and deeper with each stroke; before long their hips made a small noise on each contact. Despite the moisture in the shower they were aware of their wetness; the feeling of the fluid spilling out of her was a huge turn on for them both. Rita moved her body in time with Runt's, pushing her hips out to meet his every time. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight; Rita replied by curling her tail around them both.
"Runt... fuck! I can't hold it, I'm gonna give in soon..."
True to her word, she didn't last too long. Rita's orgasm crashed into her with force, enveloping her every fiber. Her cunt throbbed as pleasure flooded her mind and body. She clamped down on her tongue and tilted her head back to keep quiet, which caused her to gouge the shower tiles with her claws instead.
Runt came soon after. He groaned loudly and with one final thrust his hot cum gushed into Rita's depths. After riding the high for what felt like an eternity, their climaxes ebbed away.
The couple embraced for a few moments more before letting go. When Runt pulled out a bit of fluid dripped out and hit the floor of the shower. As they came down off their high, they kissed and necked for a while longer - Runt licked and kneaded Rita's breasts then slid down her body and lapped up some of the lingering cum between her legs.
Rita turned the shower back on to rinse them clean once again. As their wits returned to them, they stepped out of the shower and spent a few minutes helping each other dry off, before putting on some comfortable clothes for night wear.
"I guess you're staying here tonight," Rita said.
"Yeah, but remember, we worked so hard to get clean we can't do anything to each other until at least the afternoon," Runt laughed.
Rita's bedroom was small and sparsely furnished, but she and Runt didn't need too much room as they snuggled together in her twin. They fell asleep quickly, eager for rest - after all, they thought, they might have an even better night out tomorrow.