The Unscratchable
This isn't entirely serious.
I was reading an article that made a comment on how a certain issue was "the plot of most furry fan-fiction," I went to find such a variety of fiction. It didn't actually exist (so I gathered from my very brief search) so I took it upon myself to make it.
Anyway, here is a faggot's attempt to write M/F sex. I focused on the actual sex here more than anything else, but I still feel as if it isn't good enough. Ah well, I hope you guys find something redeemable in it, even if it is just the sex - it is porn after all, and it's not exactly anythign serious. :3
Haff phun!
It was done. The messages had been sent. Trembling, she placed the phone on the bedside locker. A deep, shaky sigh left her before she began to pace around her room.
He was due here in an hour.
Was this right? It felt wrong. She had nowhere near enough nerve to go through with this and she didn't suppose he did either, but he was the only guy she could trust. Ugh, what if he couldn't? What if he wouldn't? How would they ever live down the embarrassment? How was she even going to explain, how would she initiate it?
Despite her worries, the more she thought about it, the more satisfying the thought became; the more she craved it, needed it. Or maybe that was just her condition - it was an intoxicant in itself, eroding her inhibitions and blinding her to the thought of any consequences until she had what she needed.
She halted her unpleasant thoughts.
Right now, all she really needed was to keep the scent off her for a while; nothing a shower and a little bit of air freshener can't do.
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He stood, a matted, soggy mass of beige fur, on Millie's doorstep. After ringing the bell, the sable ferret noticed the house looked empty - not a single light was on. Understandable, as it was day - but no cars sat in the driveway and from what Isaac could see, the television was off. After a minute without any response, he began to wonder; what if she had to leave? What if she was rushed to hospital again?
Just as his anxiety began to flourish, he noticed movement behind the frosted glass and no more than a second later, the door cracked open and an eye tentatively poked through the gap.
"Millie?"
She opened the door.
"Isaac!" She beamed as she clutched a towel around her, her decency barely preserved.
Woah.
"Oh, um..." He trailed off, before shaking himself out of his gaze, hoping she didn't notice his staring. Thank goodness he had his fur to hide the searing blush. "D-Did I come at a bad time?"
"Not at all!" The cinnamon ferret giggled in response, noticing the other mustelid's embarassment. "I just got outta the shower. Come in, I'll go get changed!"
Upon entering the house, he was blasted by at least a whole can's worth of air freshener and nearly choked to death. Any trace of artificial freshness had been drowned in a heavy, sticky mess of excessive chemicals that he could almost taste. Ah well, at least it would hide the stink of two wet ferrets.
"Millie, I think I'm gonna need a towel." He called through the house as he hung up his soaked garments before advancing through to the living room. He listened to the rain patter against the window for a while and began to wonder: why was the house so quiet? Where were her parents? More importantly, what was wrong with her?
Why so much goddamn air freshener!?
Millie hadn't been at school for a while; today marked her third week away. Isaac wasn't the most popular of people at the place and while Millie wasn't his only friend, she was one of a small number. In fact, it was only until she texted him barely an hour ago, inviting him over, that he had heard from her in at least a week.
Soon, however, his questions would be answered. Why else would she invite him over so urgently? Regardless of what had happened, Millie seemed fine - that was all Isaac had needed to stop worrying for now.
Five minutes had passed and still, there was no sign of Millie. At least his nose had almost grown accustomed to the excessive amounts of Febreze.
Ten minutes. Gah, he hadn't the confidence to go and check up on her. Not because he was too shy for his own good (which, admittedly, he was) but because he didn't think she'd appreciate him badgering her as she was trying to change. Or just badgering her in general. Was he badgering? He had barely spoken to her, but he didn't want to start nagging or anything... goodness, why couldn't he just be good at people?
Isaac ended up sticking to his trusted method of keeping quiet in situations that involved half-naked girls; admittedly, not a situation he often - or ever - found himself in until now.
Finally, she called him through to the kitchen. Why the kitchen? Why not just the living room? Odd, but he made his way through to find her only in shorts and a vest. Again, odd - with the time she took, he expected her to be wearing a considerable amount more. She hadn't even done her hair - while she was too pretty to be unattractive even on her worst days, her hair was messy, like she'd only just woken up.
He brushed it all off as him looking to deeply into things.
She ran a cloth of some kind up and down her paw, before tossing it aside and boiling the kettle.
"Take a seat." She ordered, her tone switching to an uncomfortably serious one. He sat at the table as she silently made them each a cup of tea before joining him at the other side of the table.
"So, uhh... what's been going on?" He asked timidly, wrapping his paws around the cup, not wanting to bring up the fact she'd forgotten the towel. Sipping at her mug, she sighed.
"Shit. Everything's been shit." She groaned, staring vacantly at the table.
"Oh, okay." He looked at his tea. "Heh, school's been pretty shit too, considering... well, y'know, you've not been there."
"Cute," she chuckled. "But I should be back on Monday so long as I get this damn condition sorted out." She sipped at her mug again. "Which is why I've brought you here."
"Oh?" He replied, his ear flitting in curiosity. He was hoping she'd notice how wet he was and-... wait, was she wearing a bra? It didn't look like it.
"Yeah," She began, still gazing through the surface of the table. She began to run a digit around the rim of her mug. "I've been kind of an asshole lately to keep you in the dark about it, so I'm sorry for that."
"Aww, Millie," He began, straightening up. It was strange to see her put herself down like that. "Don't worry about it! It's not like you're under any obligation to tell us every detail of your personal life." He really wanted to bring this through to the living room and have the TV on in the background; the awkward tension in this silent room was killing him.
"No no, I should have at least been keeping you up to date. My dad said you called the other day while I was at hospital, right?"
"Yeah, he said you were in hospital." He sipped on his tea. "I was worried."
"Heh, so was I. Well, I was... erm... actually, it's easier if I take this from the start."
He nodded, taking another nervous sip, before something hit him - something in the air. It was hard to put his finger on, but there was something. Like a scent of some kind, barely noticeable under layers of chemical freshness.
"Well, since birth, I've had a problem. My body doesn't take kindly to a certain set of drugs."
"Been shooting up behind the school again, Millie?" He teased, grinning.
"You know me too well, boy." She giggled. "Nah, sometimes I wish I was though, I've been in quite a bit of pain recently. See, I'm allergic to a certain set of medication that treats a certain set of issues. Actually, it's one issue."
Isaac nodded, noticing the strange scent's growing presence - he knew he remembered it from somewhere, but where? It began to annoy him as he grew more intent on tracking it down.
"Yeah, it's complicated. Well, every year they give me different meds - they work, but put me in some serious pain. So much so that it's just not even worth taking the medication, but they won't let me stop."
Isaac knew the scent was important somehow. It seemed odd to think, but he knew it meant something. He knew it was significant - a warning? A signal? Like the smell of burning would set off alarm bells in anyone, this particular scent stirred him. But why?
"That sucks." The ferret remarked, sipping at his tea again. Truth be told, he had only semi-digested everything the other mustelid told him.
"Yeah. This year, though, they're finally putting me on some alternative treatment."
"Oh?" His ears perked again. While his interest in the conversation wasn't feigned, it had certainly taken a back seat.
"Yeah, but that means having to leave me without medication for a while. Now I'm at the the mercy of the... y'know, problem. I feel awful." Millie was becoming visibly uncomfortable, but Isaac was too engrossed in his own thoughts to realise.
"I see. That makes sense." Any minute now, it would click, he would remember - the scent grew stronger and he could almost feel the penny about to drop. "And what's problem?"
"Oh, just..." She gulped. "Girl things."
Then it clicked. He remembered. The penny dropped. He knew.
His eyes widened and he froze, the mug still tilted at his muzzle. He didn't know if he just happened to realised at the moment she uttered those words, or if those words triggered a deep, subconscious response: 'Girl problems.'
"Oh." He stuttered after a terribly uncomfortable pause. He placed the cup down on the table, now trapped. What was he to do? Bring it up? Why would she do this - what was her point? Even though he had only been half-listening, her story suddenly made sense. But now he was faced with a problem; what the hell was he supposed to do?
"Isaac? Are... you okay?" She asked, her ears flitting in a mixture of curiosity and concern. She wondered for a second if he had figured out; he was intelligent, he could piece together a story, or worse yet, could he tell anyway? Was her heat really that bad, it could still be detected? Surely not. Then what was wrong?
"It... it's nothing." He swallowed heavily, unable to look Millie in the eyes.
An uncomfortable silence arose. She cleared her throat, he sat in bewildered silence.
"Oh!" Millie jumped, having found something to break the awkwardness with. "I forgot to get you that towel! You're still soaked! I'll be right back." She jumped up and disappeared from the room.
Meanwhile, Isaac could do nothing more than sit in shock.
Of course he knew that scent. He had never experienced it before, but he hadn't any need to; it was hardwired into every male. The scent of a girl in heat.
His thoughts were going at a hundred miles an hour. Why did she bring him over if she knew she was in heat? Especially since she, too, was a ferret - being the same species as each other, the heat would be incredibly harder for Isaac to deal with...
... no. No way. That couldn't be. And even if it was so, why him? Did she seriously expect him to do such a thing? He can barely talk to girls and Millie was his friend, nothing more. Wait - maybe that was why she wanted it. She needed a guy she could trust.
The idea didn't repulse him; Millie was a beautiful girl, definitely the prettiest in their year. In fact, it would be a lie to say she hadn't found her way into a few hormone-crazed fantasies of his. But he would never in an eon have the nerve to actually-
"Boop!" Millie called as a towel landed on his head. He sputtered a thanks and began to run the towel through his scalp fur, using it as a tool to delay the inevitable: contact with Millie. In that moment, he wished he never had to emerge from under the towel.
But unfortunately, he did. And when he did, Millie was standing right next to him. How uncomfortable. She was acting so strange, Isaac thought, before he remembered why.
"Thanks." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact with her. Unfortunately, handing the wet towel back to her meant looking at her in some way which counted, in Isaac's books, as 'eye contact.'
"Are you sure you're okay, Isaac?" She asked, Millie herself growing nervous. As her tail swished behind her, it grew harder to convince herself that he hadn't found out her not-so-secret secret.
His burning intensified, his heart throbbed faster. No, he was not okay, but he couldn't tell her why. It should be obvious - was she really oblivious to how strong her heat was? He swallowed hard.
"Isaac?" She cocked her head.
Ah, he needed to say something! Excessive amounts of sweat formed across. Oh, forget it! He took a deep breath, clutched his paws and spoke, his pulse throbbing at dizzying speeds.
"Millie," He began, slowly. "A-are you in heat?" He averted his gaze to her own, painfully.
Her heart froze, and with that, her blood ran instantly cold. She remained firmly rooted on the spot.
Her panic button had been slammed. Something inside her changed in that instant; any inhibitions she had were kicked aside and what little of her conscience remained screamed 'Fuck this, time for plan B.'
Isaac never saw the kiss coming. It was so swift, he had no chance - she was stood, her face awash with embarrassment, before suddenly, she swooped down with impressive determination and pulled him into a kiss. Isaac's helpless, overwhelmed brain went into momentary shutdown and instinct took over; their muzzles met, Millie's paw was thrown around the back of his head and he kissed back, their lips parting, her tongue prodding at his own. His maw parted and their muscles battled in a frenzied, wet mess, before his brain rebooted.
Like a knee-jerk reflex, he jumped back, almost knocking the chair over and - to Millie's utter dismay - broke the kiss. He stood, breathless, staring at the girl across from him - she seemed like a stranger now.
She raised her paws to her muzzle.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..." She uttered through her paws, turning away from him. "I can't help it, I'm so sorry, Isaac, I-"
"It's fine." He panted in return. "J-just... some kind of warning would have been nice." She nodded.
"Isaac, I-I need to tell you," She began, now almost as nervous as the boy. "We're both ferrets; you know what happens when ferrets don't come out of heat, right?"
He shook his head.
"We get ill. Really, really ill. I'm not just talking mood swings like other species - heck, Isaac, feral ferrets die if they don't... look, all I'm saying is I can't control myself. I'm not in a state to. On top of that, I'm so sick..."
Isaac could understand what she was getting at, as much as he wish he didn't.
"Okay, Millie, I understand. I forgive you." A few moments of silence passed before she noticed the towel on the ground. She picked it up.
"Isaac... you're still wet." Shee chuckled before he forced a weak giggle back. "Here, let me..." She ran the towel over his shirt a few times, but it had no effect.
Then an idea jumped into her head. She grinned.
"Hang on, take your top off. It's much easier that way."
She knew she made Isaac uncomfortable, but she had too many hormones whizzing through her to care.
She also, more importantly, knew he would be too nervous to say no.
Forcing a smile, he removed his top and clutched it in his paw.
"Actually, come to to the living room a sec." She led him through and began to towel dry his bare chest. It was incredibly awkward - the silence and lingering tension between them was merely the icing on the cake.
As she worked her way down, her paw "accidentally" brushed against his crotch.
It "accidentally" stayed there.
"Ooh, what's this, Isaac?" She teased him, squeezing the bulge. She knew a male didn't have to be in any kind of mood for sex to be hard in the presence of a female in season; it was simply a natural reaction to the scent, but her improvised plan was a lot easier if she pretended not to know this.
To her surprise, he remained entirely silent.
She dropped the tower and took him into an embrace him from behind, effectively spooning him; she was bigger than he was, after all. Her paw worked on the bulge, rubbing along it, before he finally spoke up.
"Millie, w-w-what the hell are-"
"Ssshhh." She silenced him. He was now under her control - not just her heat, but her touch had sent Isaac into an internal frenzy. If only it wasn't for his shyness, they would probably be on the couch in a rather intimate embrace already. "I need this. Please." She whispered, her other paw working its way up and down his side. He gulped, shaking slightly. "I know you're nervous, Isaac. I am too."
He said nothing. He couldn't. By this point, he realised it was inevitable.
Isaac, what are you doing? She's beautiful, she's up for it, you're horny as hell and about to lose your virginity. Why aren't you all over this opportunity?
She dragged him towards the couch.
Just go with it. This is your chance to give your social inabilities the biggest middle finger ever... and have Millie all to yourself. You can do it.
She sat and brought him close to her, her muzzle now just above crotch level. She nuzzled at his navel and kissed it gently, before making her way down, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them back.
"M-Millie," He managed to sputter. "I-I dunno if I can... well..." he tried frantically to find his words. "I dunno if I can do this. I mean, I'm a virgin and I-"
"Isaac," She interrupted. "I'm a virgin too." A few moments of silence passed before she sighed. "I'm doing this because I trust you. I need it. There's nobody I'd rather have relieve me of my heat than you." She paused and looked up at him. "I promise I'll not do anything you're not comfortable with. For now, just relax. Enjoy it." He swallowed hard, then nodded.
"O-Okay." He replied, mainly because he was devoid of the courage required to say anything else.
She nuzzled the rim of his pants, then pulled them back slowly. Isaac bit his finger, closing his eyes and flinching as his hardened member was exposed.
"I-I'm not the biggest of guys-"
"Aw, Isaac, what are you talking about? It's pretty big." She remarked as she took the rod in her paw.
"N-Not exactly. I'm only six inches at a stretch." The feeling of her velvet pawpads on his member was a sensation he was completely unfamiliar with and he gasped slightly at the contact.
"Isn't that the average?" She questioned as nosed at the member, feeling its unfamiliar warmth in her palm. Before he could reply, she closed her eyes and took the head in her maw. It silenced him successfully; he gasped at the touch and exhaled, trembling. He bit his finger harder, his other arm awkwardly by his side.
Her tongue swirled the head and his back arched slightly out of reflex, before she advanced, taking some of his throbbing shaft in her maw. Shaking, he placed his free paw behind her head, burying his digits under her hair. As his length was enveloped by her warm, moist interior, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly.
Quickly developing a steady rhythm, she worked up and down on his shaft, feeling it hit the back of her maw occasionally. Aside from the wet suckling, the silence had become considerably less uncomfortable and Isaac soon found himself enjoying Millie's treatment after all. He began to run his fingers through her hair as she picked up the pace, now bobbing faster on his maleness.
"I-I don't see how giving me a blowjob is supposed to help your heat." He teased timidly, smiling timidly down at her. She pulled back, then looked up.
"What, so you want me to stop?"
"I-I never said that!" She could tell he blushed beneath his fur. She began gently stroking the shaft, masturbating him gently, before returning it to the comforting warmth of her slick maw.
A few minutes passed before her jaw grew sore. Pulling back, she signalled Isaac onto the couch. As he sat down, he kicked off his garments and even though she had it filling her maw no more than a minute ago, he still shielded his maleness.
Millie, on the other hand, did not share the desire for such concealment. Isaac wasn't even sure if she was even Millie anymore; being deep in season had really changed her into a desperate, horny feral. Not that Isaac minded - it made the whole ordeal less awkward and easier to enjoy.
In one swift movement, she removed her vest. His earlier suspicions had been confirmed; she wasn't even wearing a bra. If he had ever needed any proof she had this planned all along, there it was, but Isaac hadn't the nerve to comment. She took his paws and placed them on her breasts, feeling them tremble, before he squeezed gently.
The were bigger than they looked clothed and so incredibly soft. His member stiffened with every grope of her bulbous set and quickly, he had racked up the confidence to bury his muzzle in them, before teasing the sensitive area with his tongue. Using Millie's gentle yips and churring as encouragement, he sucked gently on her nipples, working his paw on the other. Her breathing became erratic and her toes curled at the warm, tickly muscle blanketed her sensitivities.
He was doing alright, the told himself, for someone who had absolutely no idea what to do.
She pushed his head back gently before rolling onto her paws and knees, swaying her rump in front of the naked, throbbing ferret, her tail accidently brushing against his muzzle.
"Go on." She uttered as Isaac moved, placing his paws on her butt. To her surprise, they spent some time exploring it, before his thumbs snaked into the rim. Bringing down her underwear with her shorts, he exposed her pink, dripping femininity. The fur on her lips and the surrounding area was darkened and matted with juices - he knew she must have been excited, but not to this extent.
"You're so wet." He breathed, not even thinking.
"It's the heat. It does that to me."
The reality of the situation hit him then. He had just played with real boobs, received a real blowjob from the one of the prettiest girls he knew and was now staring at her exposed, completely naked behind. Better yet, he was going to touch her and soon be inside her.
He shivered in delight and cupped her pussy in his paw, drawing a digit up between her slit, taken aback by how hot it was. He rubbed up and down the clammy entrance, collecting her juices on his fingertip, before pressing down into the fold.
"Ah, careful, it's sensitive when I'm in season." She warned, following a sharp breath. Effortlessly, his digit slipped into her hot, slickened canal and his own tool drooled at the thought of being inside it.
He teased it in and out before sliding another finger in, her muscles contracting as she yipped in surprise.
"Y-you're so beautiful." He uttered, taking the female by surprise. After a pleasured groan, she muttered something that sounded like a 'thanks.' If she wasn't so engrossed by the contact on her sensitivities, she would have been more enthusiastic; the comment was deeply comforting. "And hot... like, literally really really, warm." He chuckled. She smiled, taking the weight off her paws and burying her muzzle in a pillow.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, extending his tongue. The muscle pressed against the top of her slit, then slowly traced its way down to the base. He traced it back up, working her clit with a gentle, circular motion at the tip of his tongue. She tensed and groaned, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure for a while, before he pulled back.
"Stopping so soon?" She looked back at him, disappointed.
"Sorry, I don't think I can hold back any longer." He apologised, straightening up and pressing his throbbing member against her opening. "Wait-" He spoke up, his voice taking on a considerably more concerned tone. "What about condoms?"
"Nooo," She groaned. "They won't do. I need you to... y'know, cum inside me." She blushed.
"B-but-"
"I'm on birth control." She lied. "Now fill me."
He teased her tender crevice, rubbing his drooling length up and down her wet fold before it slipped inside her. The ferrets both groaned; Isaac in pure pleasure, Millie with a hint of pain. Having broke her in, Isaac relished in her virgin tightness as her walls hugged the invader. He pinned her tail back with a paw and placed the other on her rear, pulling her back gently. Watching as more of his twitching thickness was enveloped by the slick hotness, he instinctively churred, before she managed to take him to his balls in one continuous, delightfully warm movement.
"Slowly at first, okay?" She grunted, wrinkling her muzzle at the initial pain. "Didn't even think I'd manage to take you first time."
"You're doing fine." He grunted, his voice almost a whisper. "Goodness, you're so tight."
He pulled back then pushed in again, working in and out, his maleness caressed by her soft ridged walls as they hugged it with every movement. Gaining speed slowly, her pleasured groans and chirping grew in volume and frequency as their hips clashed. Isaac bit his bottom lip, sinking his claws into her rear without noticing.
"You can go harder now." She breathed, looking barely conscious.
He rocked his hips harder, their slick organs grinding and rubbing against each other, a soft, wet slapping sounding as he kicked up the speed. She had to stifle her groans, afraid of embarrassing herself as she felt a mixture of their juices trickle down her front. God, she was really wet; this would be hell to clean up, but so worth it - she had found a male willing to relieve her of her burden - the unscratchable itch was finally being scratched.
He paused, before leaning over her, his chest to her back. Taking her by complete surprise, he placed a paw on her breast while the other worked its way down to her clit.
"Oohh, that's more like it." She remarked in a whisper, impressed by her counterpart's sudden dominance. He began to thrust, putting real effort into it this time, the air heavy with the reek of her heat. It was thick, almost like a natural, erotic spice and it spurred the male on, encouraging him to give it to the needy Jill as hard as he could. His fingers massaged her pearl with a rough circling, sending her into uncontrollable groans.
Soon, she felt an orgasm begin to build up. Lucky for her, it was easy to climax when she was in heat. Thanks mostly to Isaac's skilled fingers (almost too skilled for such a shy 'virgin') she was hit with an intense wave of ecstasy that trembled throughout her frame, causing her to yelp in pleasure and call Isaac's name as he pounded her, her canal walls spasming around his oozing member.
"Oh G-God, Isaac!" She whispered as afterglow spread throughout her.
While a huge bonus, it wasn't enough. An orgasm wasn't what she _needed. S_he needed his seed; she needed him to breed her as hard as he could and deposit as much of his cum in her as possible. Thoughts of her dripping with his juices - the image of her pussy leaking with fresh, white cum - sent her stomach into knots and even though she had just came, she wanted it even more.
Again, taking her by surprise, he pulled out.
"One second," He began, maintaining his hardon with a paw. He sat back into the couch and signalled her onto his lap. Grinning, she stood up, then saddled him. Now with much more ease, she sunk down onto his solid organ, letting a shameless groan escape her as she reached his balls. Placing his paws on her hips, he began to pound her again, only this time, she helped; she rocked up and down on his member as it slammed into her quivering tunnel. The rocking soon turned into a bouncing and a loud slapping echoed throughout the musty room.
Millie saw Isaac bite his lip as he groaned and churred, a look of pure pleasure across his face. She would never have guessed shy, cute little Isaac would be the one to give her the mating she needed, but she not only felt that he was the only one she could trust, but that he deserved it. She just hoped she was enjoying it as much as she did - something the look on his face confirmed. He reached up and grabbed her breasts, pinching her tits gently and occasionally tweaking them.
Soon, Isaac felt the nut rise from his sac; with all of his energy, he slammed the fellow ferret as hard as he could, the ridges of her dripping, hot walls caressing him into a shattering orgasm. He nearly screamed, calling out her name as his cock throbbed and twitched, pumping rope after rope of gooey, hot cum deep into the female's canal. Overtaken by euphoria, he hilted the Jill balls-deep as he blew his load inside her.
Panting, the two remained in silence as they basked in their afterglows. Now with a tummy full of fresh seed, she threw her head back.
"Thanks, Isaac."
"It was an honour, Millie." He remarked, moving his hands up and down her sides, stroking her affectionately. "You're beautiful."
"Can we just... stay like this for a while? I'm a little too comfy to move." She giggled. Isaac nodded, taking her into a sticky, sweaty, musky embrace. Suddenly, she was hit with intense, post-orgasmic fatigue. On the edge of consciousness, she lay silently on Isaac's slender chest, soon finding herself drifting off...
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... And back into reality. The shower water battered against her, cleaning the juices off her fingers and crotch.
"Goddammit!" She exclaimed to herself.
It happened again. In the midst of unmedicated heat, it was easy to lose touch with reality and even black out on occasion.
She stepped out, dried off, and made her way to the bedroom. She glanced at her phone - a new message. A look at the clock revealed only twenty minutes had passed since she invited him over.
Could have fooled her.
With her towel wrapped around her, she opened the message.
Sorry Millie, not gonna make it today. :( Something's come up - I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Xx
Her heart sank. She sighed.
That's fine! See you tomorrow. :3 We've a lot to get through. It'll be so much fun seeing you again!
Oh yes, she told herself. Lots of fun indeed...
... she could only hope.
"Unfortunately, the hormones that flood their body during heat are toxic and will sooner or later kill them if a guy ferret doesn't come along and end their torment with a good dicking (which we're pretty sure is the plot of most furry fan-fiction)."
Oh, Cracked.
Anyway, the above was my attempt at anthropomorphising that concept. And the font has changed. Nice.