The Clockwork Falcon - part 8: Her Ticklish Spot

Story by porterjoe on SoFurry

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#9 of The Clockwork Falcon

Happy with this one, should be a good time.

I just made changes to the cover art, but it doesn't seem to take when I upload it...annoying


The Palisade Gardens were the pride of Cabalton, with gently rolling paths that wound between trees and flower beds in a symphony of design and beauty. But Jim didn't look long on the simmering water fixtures and vistas before returning his gaze to the beautiful wolf at his side. With faltering resistance he kept from touching the newly discovered delight of his love, a tender spot at the base of Jenny's smooth-furred tail that could send her weak-kneed into paroxysms of sensation. They might as well have been walking though an aromatically pleasant junkyard for all the infatuated husky cared, and he whispered sweet nothings to her in celebration of this feeling.

The young couple took an early lunch at a small restaurant, positioned enticingly close to a tram that would speed them near to Jim's apartment. And so, calling it providence, the lovers enjoyed a relaxing ride back towards Jim's flat, making fellow patrons a little uncomfortable with their unhushed jokes and affections.

The pair reached Jim's apartment laughing simply at the headiness of being together, and Jenny looked eagerly around at his slightly unkempt room, with its little bits of half-finished machinery glittering in the soft light of his electric lamps. She gazed curiously at the walls around his small work area, the plaster coated in pages of notes and diagrams.

"Did you draw these?" She asked, moving to run a paw lightly over the yellowed paper.

"Most of them," Jim answered, wrapping his arms around her from behind, "Just some ideas I tinker with occasionally. The Professor helps me with the designs sometimes."

"They're beautiful..." Jenny intoned as she saw the outspread canvass of her lover's mind, looking with relish at the sharp inked lines and the mechanical precision of each stroke. Then one very old drawing caught her eye and she quickly reached for it.

"Oh, don't look at that...just a hopeless scribble," Jim blurted as he saw what she was reaching for, and he felt a hot rush of self-consciousness settle into the pit of his stomach that made him nervously start to shift from paw to paw.

But she had already picked it up and pored over its weathered surface. It was a crude self portrait of Jim sitting in a much more detailed drawing of a winged vehicle in flight, but when Jenny looked at the face in the drawing she felt her heart gurgle with affection. He was in ecstasy, the simple scratchings of Jim's face twisted up in a comically large smile and his arms outstretched.

"Oh, honey, you look so happy," she whispered, pressing the page to her bosom.

"Er...I did that so long ago," Jim stammered in embarrassment, "It looks nothing like me. I just never got around to redrawing it, but the design wasn't even good so there really wasn't any reason to..."

But Jenny had twisted around and pushed her muzzle into his, carefully reaching behind her to replace the drawing of Jim's greatest dream back on top of his worktable.

"Er...um," Jim stammered under waves of confusing emotions as he saw her paw gently smooth out the wrinkles on the sketch, and he felt his eyes sting uncomfortably when she pulled close and rubbed her cheek against his chest. They just stood like that for a while, as Jim hurriedly wiped his eyes and glanced back down at the old drawing. Maybe it wasn't such a hopeless scribble after all.

"Ahem," Jim finally cleared his throat and moved away. He hadn't expected to feel so vulnerable when Jenny saw his private work, and he balked at the odd cacophony of affection and fear that swirled in his stomach like a bad cocktail, "My work means so much to me..." he whispered as his vision began to blur, "It's...I'm glad you like it..."

She looked at him with a similarly pained expression, trying to decide if she should run into his arms or try to cheer him up. Fortunately, Jim made the decision for her by clearing his throat again.

"Anyway, so can I get you something to drink? I could put the kettle on, or I've got a bottle of...well, 'decent' brandy around here somewhere," he said moving towards his tiny kitchenette.

"Tea would be lovely," Jenny replied with her voice thick in affection, and she lightly skipped over to follow him.

They chatted mildly as they made their tea, and sat across from each other at Jim's little dining table. The minutes whiled by in happy conversation until they somehow got to talking about past relationships.

"Oh, but my last one; you'd have made fun of me if you'd met him," Jenny chuckled from over her cup, "he was such a mangy thing. I think it was...blimey, has it already been almost three months?" she put a paw to her chin thoughtfully, "Yes, that should be about right. I honestly don't remember why I ever started dating him, he was so awful."

"Sound's like a twat," Jim laughed good-naturedly, but he felt an uncomfortable pang in his stomach.

"Oh, he was," Jenny said with a smirk, "But the reason I bring him up is because he had a very special talent related to my...ah...ticklish spot."

"Really?" Jim was growing a little tired of conversations that made him feel conflicting emotions, currently "intrigued" and "mild annoyance."

"Yes, so now that you know about it and managed to get met all hot and bothered in the park," she said with a suggestive wriggle of her shoulders, "I was wondering if you might be up to the challenge."

"Challenge?" Jim asked as his jealously was quickly squashed by curiosity.

"That's right. He could always get me within an inch of...well," she giggled, "you know, so I just had to touch myself once and it would be all over," she started to lean over the table, pushing her generous cleavage together, "I think you could probably get me all the way there."

All the salacious hinting was getting Jim a little hot under the collar as well, and in his desire to affirm himself as the epitomic boyfriend, he made some big talk, "Not only do I think that I can get you to cream yourself, I bet I can do it with just one paw!" He finished with confidence that quickly drained as he considered what he'd said.

"Ooh, so talented and over confident," Jenny cooed to him, "Let me just make myself a little more comfortable, love." And she slowly stood and took off her dress, looking at Jim expectantly as she waited in her tight panties and bra.

Jim was a little nervous, but he was also becoming aroused. He loved this girl, and even if he couldn't do it this first time, he realized with a warm glow that Jenny would let him try again and again as many times as he wanted, because she loved him too. This whole thing was just a bit of fun to celebrate such a hilariously embarrassing, oddly wonderful day.

So, with his pants tightening slightly as he planned out his strategy, he moved over to his beautiful wolf and put one arm around her. She snuggled against him as he began to sway her slowly, leading her in gently turning circles as she began to take off his shirt.

"Hey, I can participate a little," Jenny smirked when he raised his eyebrows, and they briefly separated so Jim could undress as well. He took his time, letting her squirm in delight as she saw his member tenting the front of his shorts, but he left those in place and moved to switch on a phonograph sitting on a nearby table.

"You know, since we've been talking about past flings, I have a confession to make," he said over the soft music as he moved back to her, "Of all the times I've had sex, I've only stayed tied all night to one girl," he whispered as he placed a paw around her, "You..." and he pressed his lips to her neck.

He felt a shiver run through her as she clenched her legs slightly, and he kissed her pulse gently as he felt her heartbeat speed up. Then he swirled his finger around the base of her tail, just above where it met her back.

Her tail shot up like a cork, and Jim moved his paw back up to support her as her knees began to wobble, taking a moment to feel his member throb delightfully against the loose fabric of his shorts. Jenny's breathing was coming more heavily and she reached almost involuntarily to paw at his cock.

But Jim only hesitated for a moment at her touch, pulling away and sitting down on a wide armchair. He looked at her lustily and patted his knee, beckoning for her as the music swelled in time with the gentle leak of precum soaking through his underwear.

Jenny shakily uncrossed her legs and blushed as the air hit her damp cleft. she stepped forward evenly with the soft bass of a cello lilting out of the phonograph, and she lowered herself slowly to kneel in front of Jim as she rubbed her paws up his black and white fur.

Jim leaned forward and kissed her, wrapping one arm around her back and tucking the other behind his own. His tongue told sweet secrets of his affection against hers, and he stroked her fur gently before reaching down to brush her special spot.

She moaned into his mouth and grabbed at his cock, running her thumb up his shaft and pulling at the fabric separating them. But she could only grip uncoordinatedly at the throbbing form as Jim stroked above her tail again, sending icy arousal pounding through her loins. Jenny's toes curled as she felt her soaked panties growing tighter, her fuzzy vulva swelling in bliss. She gasped as the intense stimulation continued, and she bucked her hips as the tingling decadence overwhelmed her nethers. She yanked at Jim's underwear as the unbearable pleasure screamed for her to mount him and feel his cock inside of her.

But, she managed to hold back, although in the heady haze she regretted ever putting her lover up to this game. Lusty thoughts of him penetrating her danced in her mind, and she screamed as new waves of euphoria pulsed out of her nethers. She was already so close, so close that just a single touch from him on her tingling genitals would set her off, and in the need to orgasm she begged silently that Jim would just start fucking her.

Jim could feel the strength of her arousal as he scratched her tail, and her frantic groping at his twitching penis was pushing him to the limit as well. His balls began to ache as he felt her writhing against his paw, and an unstopping torrent of precum bubbled out through the fabric. But he knew he could do it, he was going to make her climax without even touching her vagina.

"P-please, Jim" she gasped aloud as need pulsed through her, "I want you inside me...please...just fuck me..."

"But I haven't told you the best part yet," he whispered over her blissful screams as he increased his pawing, "The reason why I'm going to make you cum right here and right now."

Jenny rocked her hips back into his fingers, anxiously trying to get her soaking panties to rub against her clit. She could only moan as her legs spread farther in desperation and her tail beat up frantically against his paw.

"You're going to cum because you mean more to me than anything else," Jim whispered as Jenny held her breath to hear him, "I love you more than machines, more than flying, more than anything. I love you, Jenny..." and he swirled his finger around the base of her tail as he leaned forward to kiss her.

When he drew back, Jim thought at first that Jenny was mocking him again. Her muzzle was twisted into a strange grimace and her clenched eyes were slightly crossed. Needles of hurt rejection pushed into his stomach as he saw her shoulders shaking and heard a rapid whine from her throat as if from repressed laughter. But then a rush of honeyed aroma reached his nose, and he caught a nearly inaudible tssst coming from underneath her. With a rush of pride and decadent arousal, he twisted to see Jenny cumming her panties with almost ejaculative force, slender strings of her nectar shooting through the fibers to dangle briefly before pattering gently against the floor. Unable to hold her breath any longer, she collapsed onto her side and pulled her knees to her chest, hyperventilating in the torrent of her sweet release as it dripped out of her in syrupy gushes.

Jim glowed with loving lust as he watched her and settled slightly in his chair, the motion causing his pre-soaked shorts to rub over the tip of his throbbing cock. He gasped as his shaft began buzzing with tingling delight, but he was just barely able to stop from going over the edge. Then he saw Jenny reaching down to play with her nectar, causing him to buck reflexively and propel him into orgasm.

He thrust his hips up as the shorts pulled tight, and he moaned as he ejaculated straight into the air. Droplets of spunk erupted through his underwear in hot, white bursts, raining down over the gasping lovers as they reveled in their climaxes.

The sight of her lover cumming sent Jenny pawing at her groin, unable to resist the desire to touch herself any longer. As she traced a paw over her cleft, she screamed as if in pain at the roaring intensity of the pleasure it caused. She bucked her hips and tried to stay conscious as the euphoric sensations beat though her loins, and still in the throes of a second orgasm she shakily stood. Jenny moved with vibrating steps as she got on top of Jim, and she finally pulled his spurting cock through the opening in his underwear as she held aside the crotch of her panties.

Fluids splashed into and away from each other in midair as Jenny dripped and Jim ejaculated, then were reunited as she drove down onto him.

"I love you too...I love you too," Jenny whimpered in delight as the ecstatic bliss overtook her, bouncing frantically on his impossibly swollen knot. The lovers joined in a mutual howl as they rutted desperately, crying out in the relief of feeling each other at last. Even as Jim's cock softened in protest, and Jenny's walls clenched in finality, they each couldn't stop trying to bring the other to another blinding orgasm in appreciation for the last...

Minutes or hours or days later, the drained lovers sat gasping together, moaning in satisfaction as they wrapped their tongues into each others' mouths. They occasionally humped against one another gently, but drew back at the sting of their overtaxed sexes.

Finally feeling able to stand, Jenny unsteadily got up and gingerly wormed a finger into her inner thigh where the elastic of her panties had cut into her slightly before she had been able to tear them off.

"I...I told you I could do it," Jim gasped as he massaged his raw member, "the egg's sure on your face now."

"I think that's mostly just you," Jenny chuckled with shallow breath and a sensual lick around her lips, "But I agree, I think you beat the challenge."

Jim laughed as much as his heaving lungs would allow, "Hoo, as fun as that was, I don't think we should do it too often, I can't even stand up."

Jenny smiled and walked over to him, offering her paws for support, "Come on, love, you've still got to go to work."

Jim groaned but took the proffered paw, "Ugh, damn, I nearly forgot. Thank heaven the old man gave me the afternoon off. What time is it?"

Jenny looked over at the small clock on Jim's wall, "Er...Half three, love."

"Bloody hell!" Jim balked, "We've been having sex for over two hours!"

"Time sure does fly," Jenny murred happily back to him as she tenderly ran a finger along his flaccidity.

"Oo, ouch, none of that, sweetheart," he gasped, picking up her paw and moving it to his cheek, "If I get hard again I think it'll fall off."

"Well, it doesn't seem to want to go back in, love. How can a girl resist?" she purred as she entwined their fingers.

"Tell me about it," Jim mumbled sadly, "Work's going to be unbearable."

"At least you don't have to walk all the way back in these," Jenny chuckled as she picked up her discarded panties, "I think I might have to just bin them and hope my dress doesn't fly up unexpectedly."

Jim winced as a throb beat in his sore member at the mental image, "Ack, well my shower isn't nearly big enough for two, and I don't think I'd want to chance it anyway. So I'm going to see if I can sort this out," he said with a gesture at his limply dangling manhood and he turned to go to his shower.

"Try not to think of me cleaning you off my dress out here, love," Jenny teased as she inspected her clothes for any of their fluids.

"Urrggh," Jim moaned as his flaccid penis throbbed angrily again and he quickly rushed to run a cold shower.

Fortunately, the refreshing coolness allowed his cock to retreat back into his sheath, but he still had to work gingerly around the sensitive area. "What a day," he thought to himself, "what a day..."

He finished and dressed, and was relieved to see that Jenny wasn't licking at her clothes when he walked into the room. Although, the scent of her from the still glistening floor was powerful as he went to the kitchen for a rag.

Jenny quickly followed to help, and Jim desperately tried to avoid breathing through his nose as they wiped off the chair, fearful that the intoxicating smell of his mate would undo the cold shower's work. When they felt that the job was well enough done, Jenny went to go bathe as Jim prepared a light snack for them.

Clean and content, they ate slowly, relishing the simple pleasure of food and drink after their coital exertions. There weren't many words exchanged, mostly just looks of adoration as they mentally recalled their lovemaking and gently played with the pads of each others' fingers.

"Well, I should probably get going, Prof's not going to wait all day," Jim said regretfully as they finished eating. He pulled Jenny up and started walking her to the door, holding her close as they went. The afternoon welcomed the happily exhausted lovers, the air rich with summer and birdsong.

"Oh, honey," Jenny said after they had exchanged their goodbyes.

"Hmm?" Jim murred as he turned back.

"I couldn't find the bin, so I took the liberty of leaving my underthings on your bed," she giggled as she blew him a kiss.

"Urrggh," Jim could only moan as his pants stiffened unbearably, and he hurried off to the workshop hoping that the Professor's inevitable lecture might keep him from ruining more underwear.