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Kora: Between a Rick and a Hard Place

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Copyright © 2014 by Shiantar

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed herein are fictional, and any resemblance to real people, whether living or dead, or to real events, is purely coincidental.

Kora is copyright © to her creator, Dlost

After a breakfast spent in relative silence, Rick and Kora had spent the very small remainder of the morning getting ready to head into town. Rick needed to dig through his luggage to find a pair of shorts which were presentable enough to wear, while Kora spent the time brushing the curls out of her hair.

They needed some time to work at their respective tasks.

Rick, a self-described dirtbag, felt he was justified in reducing the overhead involved in taking his clothes to the laundromat. Consequently, his cleanest shorts and collared shirt were a subjective judgement, and needed to be rooted out from where they were mingled in amongst the other laundry slated for (eventual) cleaning.

Kora, on the other hand, had excellent organizational skills and kept her clothing meticulously arranged and ready - it was her hair which needed the attention. Days of 100% humidity and high temperatures meant that there was more than enough frizz to be teased and brushed out.

At length, Kora tossed her head to settle her hair behind her, and put her hairbrush down. "You know," she said, matter-of-factly, "if I keep at this, I'm going to pull as much hair out as I get straightened." She looked up at him from where she was sitting on the bed. "Settled on an outfit yet?" she asked.

He hissed in frustration and tugged the cuffs of his shorts down in an attempt to remove some of the wrinkles. "Yeah, I guess," he replied. "I suppose it doesn't matter too much if I look like shit today." He rolled his shirtcollar into a more acceptable arrangement and cast around himself for a second or two. "Where's that piece of paper I had a moment ago?"

"The one with the old air-conditioning unit model number on it?" she replied?

"Yeah. Have you seen it?"

She reached into the pocket of her shorts and came up with a small slip of paper on which some information had been hurriedly scrawled. "You gave it to me so you wouldn't lose it."

He looked only a little dumbfounded at this. "Right," he said, recovering some of his wit. "Well, at least you didn't lose it." He slapped at his thigh to confirm the presence of his wallet, and then made for the door. "I'm gonna go start the truck and bring it around. Can you get the water out of the freezer for us?"

Kora nodded at his departing back. "Sure thing," she said. After a minor hesitation, she called down the stairs to him. "Your keys are on the table near the door, Rick!"

"Thanks!" came his distant reply.

Kora shook her head, took a moment to sweep her hair behind her ears again, and gently rose from the edge of the bed to step over to the bedside table, where she had left her purse and a few odds and ends. Reaching into her purse, however, she rummaged for a moment or two before coming up with a small glass phial. She carefully unscrewed the top - painted a tasteful imitation gold - and inverted the phial over the pawpad of her index finger. With a smile approaching the sly tugging at the corners of her lips, she dabbed that finger against the fur of her neck, just under the corner of her jaw, and repeated this for the other side of her neck before secreting the phial away in her purse again.

She slung the weighty but useful thing over her shoulder before giving her top a slight pull to straighten it, and then made for the door in pursuit of Rick. In the kitchen, inside the refrigerator which barely kept their supply of beer comfortably and refreshingly cold, the freezer compartment yielded two large bottles of a mixture of chill water and surface ice, which she threw into a shopping bag and made to follow Rick.

The door's interior lock threw easily, and she tested the handle before she left the cottage and followed Rick outside. He had started the truck, and swung it around in the grassy area by the porch so that the passenger door faced her. A thoughtful guy, Rick, she thought. When he's not being an ass, sometimes.

She quickly opened the door, hopped inside, and pulled it shut after her, settling easily into her seat and taking a quick moment to pull her seatbelt on. Rick already had the truck moving across the flattened, beaten area which served as the cottage's parking area, and onto the graded, gravel portion which led out onto the road.

"So," she said. "Any idea of where to get another air-conditioning unit?"

"One of my buddies said that there should be a few left at Jerry's Hardware," Rick replied, his hands rapidly cranking the steering wheel as the truck bumped and swayed its way across the shoulder of the road and onto the paved surface. "I just pray we don't have to bribe Jerry to buy the last one."

"Oh, don't say that ..." she groaned, swiping a hand across her eyes. "You heard what the weather's gonna be like for the next three days. I'd take Jerry behind the tool shed and suck his dick like a pro if I thought that would guarantee us a unit."

"Heh ..." Rick's reply came from her left. "Don't tell him that before we start negotiating." There was a brief silence as she took her hand from her eyes and reached over to turn on the truck's fan and air-conditioning to full blast. "So what would it take for you to put that on the bargaining table between you and me?" he continued.

"Fuck off," she replied, deadpan. Males ..., she thought. Any chance to get a blowjob and they're suddenly all interested. "You don't have an air- conditioning unit to sell me, so you'd better get cozy with your hand, like usual."

He merely smirked as he reached over to turn the radio on.

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After a cool and refreshing ride to the outskirts of town, Rick was dreading getting out of his truck into what he was sure was the most oppressive heat of his lifetime.

"Aww, man," he groaned. "Can you see the heat coming off that pavement over there?"

As he pointed, he looked over at Kora, who rolled her eyes and then looked at him with a sour expression. "Can you see the heat coming off your body tonight if we don't get a new unit?"

He sank his face into his palms. "Gah!" He quickly scrubbed his hands up and down a few times, to get the blood flowing. "Alright, alright." He tugged on the door handle and let the latch release. He took a deep breath, which he hoped wasn't his last of sub-arctic air, and darted a glance at Kora. "Race you inside!"

He shouldered the door open and practically tumbled out onto the asphalt, which was almost blistering to his footpads, and gave the truck's driver's-side door a shove bordering on a slam. As he skipped and tripped his way from the burning surface of the parking lot onto the relative cool of the concrete walkway leading to the front door of Jerry's Hardware. The air entering his lungs, however, was still hot enough for him to believe he was inhaling steam, in the short time it took him to jog into the airlock beyond the sliding doors --which only just managed to open fast enough to clear his shoulders.

Kora was practically at his heels, breathing a sigh of relief as they passed into the interior of the store, which was cool and slightly dry, compared to the humid inferno outside.

"See?" she pointed out. "That's what we have to contend with if this doesn't work out."

"We'd better make sure we negotiate well," he replied, leering at her as he began a slow walk in the direction of Jerry's appliance section.

A quick stroll through the air-conditioned cool of the store brought them to a large aisle of bare shelves, occupied by a single, lonely metal box.

"Huh," Rick remarked, looking at the solitary piece of merchandise. "It's the display model, unused, but it's the last one."

Kora reached into her purse and pulled out the slip of paper with which she'd been entrusted. "Mhmm," she murmured, agreeably. "Right model number. Let's get this thing out of here before someone else buys it."

He carefully pried the thing from the shelf on which it was sitting, carefully maneuvering his fingers under its corners, and lifting carefully until it was braced against his chest. It was heavy, but not so heavy that he was prepared to give it up when faced with another day turning into a heatstroke casualty. He carefully walked in the direction of the checkout counter, trying to ignore the burning pain creeping up from each finger into the sinews of his arms.

Kora's voice came floating over his shoulder from behind him. "'Want a hand with that?" she asked, a note of smug humor in her voice.

"Nope," he grunted, through tightly-clamped jaws and gritted teeth. Damned if I'm gonna let her think I can't handle this, he thought.

Eventually, he was able to rest the edge of the thing on the checkout countertop, as one of Jerry's employees - a youngish human male with sandy hair and the beginnings of a patchy beard - made his way around to the staff's side of the counter and began fiddling with the computer. After a moment, he shone the beam from a scanner onto a small sticker that was dangling a small distance from where the fingers of Rick's right hand were presumably turning blue and cold.

"Two hundred nineteen dollars," the young man advised, "and ninety-four cents."

Rick hesitated with the realization that his wallet was stuffed awkwardly in the right-front pocket of his shorts, and that if he let the air-conditioning unit go, he might not be able to heft it back up again once he unlocked his elbows.

"Want me to get that for you?" Kora asked, with mock disgust in a voice which accompanied the gentle, almost understanding expression on her face.

He felt her hand insinuate its way into his pocket, brushing aside some of the excess material of his shorts and resting on his inner thigh quite, quite close to his scrotum. Her hand withdrew with less skill than that of a pickpocket, gliding against his fur before departing with his wallet.

She expertly flipped it open to the section containing his banking cards, and passed one over to the cashier. After a quick scan of the card information, the cashier nodded and smiled helpfully. "Signature, thumbprint, or retinal scan, sir?"

"Uh ... retinal, please," he managed. For answer, the cashier merely picked up his scanning 'gun' and unceremoniously shone the red, sparkling beam into Rick's eyes, dazzling him a little, but otherwise merely causing him to squint his eyes partway shut and focus on not dropping his prize.

The sales register beeped an affirmative, and the cashier handed back Rick's card and a receipt. Kora tucked them back into his wallet, paused a moment while hefting the wallet in her hands, and then carefully stowed it in her purse while he felt the skin on his abdomen tingle.

"Thanks for shopping at Jerry's!" the cashier remarked.

Rick merely curled the corners of his mouth into some semblance of a smile as he hefted the unit off the counter he made for the door.

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Kora remarked to herself that Rick's forearms looked really, really toned and muscular when he was driving himself to near-exhaustion, carrying something that heavy. He'd managed to get it onto the ground-floor level of the cottage, after shouldering his way awkwardly through the front door and into the living room, and dumped it onto a small end table which sat near the windows. One window, of course, was occupied by the older air-conditioning unit, now defunct.

He simply stood there for a moment or two, breathing hard, and flexing his fists closed and then open, over and over. He seemed to be staring into the middle distance - or was it the old air-conditioning unit? - and thinking rather hard.

She waited.

He eventually stopped his slow, regular panting, and swallowed in a dry throat. "I'm not looking forward to removing the old one," he muttered.

She took a moment to unplug the old unit, which was chained to the cottage's electrical power by a long, heavy extension cord, and then put a hand to the vertically-sliding window frame which rested on the unit's top, behind a large flange-like mounting frame.

"Careful -" he said, pointedly. "My folks took the side panels off to make it fit. It's only being held in place by the window."

"Oh," she replied. She looked at the old unit for a heartbeat or two, and then continued. "What are we supposed to do with it?"

He shrugged. "Doesn't matter," he explained, briefly. "The coolant leaked out, so it can just go straight into the garbage."

"Ah ..." she replied, agreeably. "And ... what's below this window?"

"Nothing," he replied.

She nodded, and tensed her hand on the window frame's handle for a moment, before jerking it upward by a few centimeters and free of the machinery underneath. The defunct air-conditioning unit, being exceptionally rear-heavy and unplugged, flipped end-over-end like a diver from the railing of a tropical boat, and fell silently the one or two meters to the ground below. There was the muted sound of a (mostly) hollow sheetmetal casing being wrenched apart, and then there was nothing but the song of cicadas from outside.

After a moment spent staring at the open window, through which a slight breeze was wafting, Rick pursed his lips together and nodded an impressed nod. "Well, that solves that problem ..." he murmured.

She cocked her head at him slightly, curving her lips into a smile.

He shook himself slightly, and then hefted the new unit in his arms until he was able to maneuver it into the window opening, allowing her to shut the window just after he'd pulled his fingers back inside to brace the thing on the windowsill.

There it was. Installed. Pretty good seal around the edges from the old unit's weatherstripping, too, she thought.

She bent and forced the unit's plug into the socket of the extension cord, and hurriedly stabbed at the unit's buttons as it came to life. "Let's get this thing broken in," she suggested hurriedly, as she set it to maximum cooling and fan output. As though to pay tribute to her efforts, the muted whirring of the refrigerator's compressor motor from the next room changed subtly in pitch.

As the thing began to pour forth a stream of ordinary, and then slightly cool air compared to that in the room, she flung herself onto the couch and rested her forehead against the grille of the unit's fan outlet. She let out a sigh, closed her eyes, and began breathing deeply of the sensually cool flood that washed over her and onto the floor, tracing a wonderfully cool path down her legs as it did so.

After a moment, she felt Rick's weight settle onto the couch next to her, and felt the gentle fluttering of his mane as it tickled her nose. "Ack!" she exclaimed, in good humor, shaking her head slightly. "You're gonna make me sneeze."

He grunted apathetically. "Eh ... deal with it," he suggested, exhaling a great _huff!_of overheated breath through his nostrils. She could still detect a faint wheezing in his breathing and gently cracked open an eye when she heard the sound of rustling fabric as well. He was hurriedly attempting to unbutton his shirt, but his exhausted hands and fingers were shaking a little much for him to make any headway.

"Hey ..." she said, gently, taking his hands in hers for a moment. "Relax for a sec." She leaned in for a brief moment and touched noses with him, but of a sudden a little alarmed at how warm he felt. "God, you really did a number on yourself, dragging that thing in here."

"Nah," he replied, almost drowsily, "it wasn't that bad."

Fuck, she thought. He's exhausted. "Hang here for a second while I get you some water, 'kay?"

He merely nodded and remained where he was, slumped on the couch and with his head uncomfortably propped against the air-conditioning unit.

She made her way into the kitchen, yanked the door to the freezer open, and retrieved one of the bottles of water that had been placed there more recently. It was freezing over all along its skin, but only just, and was otherwise just ice-cold water. She also took a moment to pull the dishtowel from where it was hanging nearby, and then made her way back into the living room.

She opened the bottle with a vicious twist of its plastic cap and liberally sloshed some of the water onto the dishtowel, before she picked up his nearest hand and wrapped it around the bottle. "Drink some," she instructed, putting enough authority in her voice that she figured he wouldn't protest. As he did so, she gave the dishcloth a firm squeeze to dampen it through, and then began applying it in rough strokes to his chin and what was exposed of his neck.

"Rrrgh!- Jeez!" he exclaimed. "That's freezing!"

"Shh!" she asserted. "You guys are all the same - can't take care of yourselves worth a damn without a woman to look after you, and yet when we are around, you push yourselves to your limits to impress us." She growled in irritation as she began popping open the buttons of his shirt, revealing more of his neck and chest, which she also began to wet down with the cloth.

After a moment, he was shirtless and damp all over, and she couldn't really do much else except hold the cold, sweating, half-full bottle of water against his neck. Still, he was gradually calming down, and seemed like he wouldn't pass out any time soon.

"Better?" she asked.

"Huh ... yeah," he replied, opening his eyes and blinking at her in almost a sleepy manner. "I'm alright. Maybe carrying that thing wore me out a little."

"'A little?'" she repeated. "You want this bottle of water all over you?"

"Alright, alright," he muttered, good-naturedly. "A lot." He shifted and raised himself to a more comfortable sitting position, slouching with his head resting well below the top of the couch. "What would it take to get you to dump that water on your shirt?"

She rolled her eyes. "Well, at least your brain isn't damaged. That's the Rick I remember." She heaved herself up and placed the bottle between his hands, folded as they were across his stomach. "Let me get us something cold for lunch, eh?"

Once in front of the refrigerator, she took the neckline of her tank top and flapped it vigorously forward and back, letting some of the cool air make its way under her shirt and into the cleavage space between her breasts and just inside of her bra.

Fucksakes! she remarked to herself. She released the fridge door and hurriedly peeled off her tank top, pausing only to tuck it into the waistband of her shorts, before she unsnapped the front of her bra and shrugged her way out of it.

The cool air was like ice on her nipples, making them stand out so sharply that she almost gasped - but she hurriedly tunneled her head and arms back into her tank top that the only sign of her nipples were, at last, two small tented protrusions on the front of her garment.

The only things that were in Rick's fridge were eggs, sausages, raw beefsteak, raw bacon, and milk. The milk, while it was cold, was in short supply.

She growled to herself, grabbed the front of her tank top and vigorously shook the front of her shirt to allow another blast of chill air past the fur on her chest. Her other hand she used to close the fridge and open the freezer compartment, doubting all the while that there would be anything to find.

Frost_, she thought._ This thing has been plugged in for six goddamn days and it's got an inch of frost on its walls. What in the hell ... ?

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On the other hand, she considered, there was a nearly-empty box of frozen ice cream pops sitting by itself. She gladly reached into the freezer's yawning mouth, which was slowly spewing a kind of icy mist out into the kitchen and onto her fur, and withdrew the box, finding it had two remaining treats inside.

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She shook her head for a moment. Fuckit_, she thought._ I might turn the oven on very, very, VERY low after the sun has set, but I'm not gonna touch the thing now_. She shut the freezer door, almost against her will, and stooped to pluck up her bra in her free hand._

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Rick looked lazily up from where he hadn't moved. He seemed to consider something for a moment, and then blinked happily at her.

"Got sick of the patriarchy? Gonna burn that thing later?" he asked.

She lolled a tongue out at him in mockery. "I don't hate all men," she indicated. "Not even most - just the ones like you who keep staring at my tits all the time."

"I do not!" he insisted. "I was looking at your bra, and that's only 'cos it's outside your shirt, unlike usual."

She reached into the box of ice pops and fished one out. " ... whiiiiich ... which you wouldn't have noticed unless earlier you'd been ... ?"

He bit off an obscenity which expired as a muted "ffffff ..." and then cupped his hands over his stomach in preparation for receiving what she'd brought out to him.

"Anything else to say before I toss this over?" she asked. "Nothing about 'cutting glass' or anything?"

His lips, which were curved into a modest smile, parted into a grin, and he appeared to be trying to keep from chuckling. He gradually mastered and smothered the expression on his face, and appeared just about neutrally respectful and somber as he cleared his throat. "No," he replied, evenly. "Nothing like that."

She tossed the ice pop, which arced through the air and fell neatly into his hands, which closed onto it and cushioned its fall.

She took a moment to open her own ice pop, and slumped onto the couch next to Rick before she stuffed the plastic wrapper back into the empty box and handed it to him.

Wasting no time on ceremony or manners, she took a small bite of the end of the treat and let it melt in her mouth, filling the space around her tongue and between her cheeks with a deliciously icy-cold mixture which, since the ice pops were specially made on a small scale and distributed regionally, was artificially flavored to taste like almonds and rich, sweet cream.

She swallowed, and sucked a breath of cool air past her already chilled lips and into her mouth. "Ahhh ..." she sighed. "That's much better."

"Mmhmm," he murmured, coming up for air after his own mouthful of ice cream had been swallowed. "God, that's good." He licked his lips, and sounded like he was finally recovering from nearly having overheated.

She took another bite - trying, as she was, to more rapidly cool herself at the risk of developing brain freeze.

After a moment of savoring the taste and coolness in her mouth, she felt the vaguely unnerving but familiar pressure of Rick's gaze, and after swallowing another mouthful she glanced over at him.

"You know," he said quietly, in a conspiratorial tone, "it'll last longer if you stop biting it, and lick it instead."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Really?" she asked, arching her eyebrows at him to the slightest degree possible, making her expression one of deadpan comedy as opposed to irritation. "I bring you one of the last two ice cream treats in this whole cottage, and you start in with the cocksucking jokes again?" Her nipples had relaxed a little, but she felt the usual flush of what was either embarrassment or arousal which heated her cheeks.

He had no reply at hand for this, so she continued before he could laugh and dismiss the comment. "Oh, and you probably know by now that licking it makes it last shorter, right?" she queried.

His expression faltered somewhat.

"Tell you what," she said, "you tell me if I still have the knack for it." She steadied the rest of her ice pop by its wooden stick, holding it firmly in her fist and resting her wrist against her chest, and regarded it lovingly. It was long and tubular, and not unusually thick, and there was still perhaps a suitable length left for what she was planning. Thankfully, it was nearly frozen solid, with only a small amount of the outer skin slowly turning to liquid in the warm of the living room.

She ducked her head forward, closing her eyes for effect, and opened her jaws to admit the ice pop into her maw as she cradled the thing against her tongue. She slurped gently from left to right and back as she added a slight bobbing motion to her neck, gently raising the fingers of her free hand to caress lightly across the knuckles of the other. It was naughty, she considered, pretending that her fist was some massive ballsack with the ridges of taut, wrinkled flesh standing out in cool air.

As she felt a drop of cold liquid touch the spot where her fist was wrapped around the stick responsible for supporting the thing, she stopped her caressing motion and collected the drop with her forefinger, raising it by memory to her lips, and with her eyes still closed, pausing to sucking her finger clean before bowing her head back down to the task at hand.

After a second or two of enthusiastic sucking on the ice pop, in which she began to hum quietly to herself and added a slightly gyrating, corkscrewing motion to the bobbing of her head, she opened her eyelids to the halfway mark, where they were at their most seductive, and looked sideways to where Rick was slouched.

He was staring at her with an utterly astonished look on his face, eyes wide and his jaw had very nearly dropped to his chest. His own ice pop, forgotten, was clenched in his fist, held just above his abdomen, and melting very, very slowly.

And she could see a bulge forming in his shorts.

Her own ice pop, smaller than it had been initially, and having softened all the way through, was starting to become too small for her purposes, so she delicately clamped her incisors down behind the remaining ice cream and sucked the little wooden stick clean as she pulled it free.

Rick managed a blink, but his gaze was otherwise unmoving and his expression still frozen on his face.

"No?" she asked, raising her eyebrows but keeping a sly smile on her lips. "Not convinced?" She shifted on the couch and stood, making a tight turn at Rick's left knee to stand between where his feet were resting on the floor.

Jeez, she thought, either I broke his brain, or he's a tough customer to satisfy ...

She bent forward, with her face ending up inches from his, and regarded him with half-lidded eyes as she delicately licked her lips clean of any of the remaining cream. His eyes - well, it came as no surprise to her - were staring not at her face, but were wide with trepidation and staring down the open front of her shirt.

She knelt, slowly, bringing her face back into his field of view, and cocked her head at him. "Do you mind if I steal some of your ice cream?" she asked, in a low, low voice. "I'm still hungry."

Without waiting for a reply, she lowered her lips to the tip of his ice pop and applied a gentle, sensuous kiss to it.

She licked her lips again.

If there had been a faint bulge in Rick's shorts earlier, there was now a sort of swelling that was making its way down his leg and advancing rapidly toward his knee.

She felt a swelling of pride, for a reason she couldn't identify, but it might've been hearing the low, uncertain groan that she could hear in the depths of his throat.

"I'm sorry?" she asked, rhetorically. "Are you saying I can't have this ice cream?" She lifted her eyes until she could just about see his staring back at her - and he was clearly fighting against either fatigue, or lust or indecision - and then resumed licking and mouthing the end of his ice pop.

"Oh god ..." he groaned, and she felt the slight tug of his musculature as he lolled his head back past the back of the couch and faintly bumped his skull into the wall.

"Too much?" she joked, putting a hand on his knee and another on his stomach, gently stroking between the middle of his chest and the spot just above his navel. "You must be really shagged out, there, Rick ..."

"Kit ..." he murmured, as though part of him was conflicted but the other part was merely in agony, and she saw the leg of his shorts twitch as his erection bobbed against his thigh.

Wow ... she thought. He must be really popular with the ladies. Why the hell hasn't anyone been spreading rumors about this?

She realized that she was reaching for him, and steadied herself. She looked up again, noticing that he appeared to be trembling, with his eyes shut and still aimed more or less at the ceiling.

"Can I touch it?" she whispered, in a voice suddenly plaintive instead of sarcastic.

His head came forward under a slow, wobbling kind of effort, and he looked at her apprehensively. "What?"

"I just ..." She swallowed, finding the words coming a little hard to her lips. "'Just want to see what it feels like."

He licked his lips for a moment, with his eyes expressing something that was no longer a playful torture but rather something a little more ominous. "Are you sure that's ... um ... ?"

She stroked his stomach a little more gently, trying to soothe him a bit. "I'm not saying I want to suck it," she explained, "but maybe I just want to see what you were poking me in the back with, last night."

The insides of his ears colored deeply, as he was suddenly unable to meet her eyes and had developed an interest in his own sternum.

She kept stroking his belly, and then ran her hands along the waist of his shorts. They were the light tan color of khaki, but made of light cotton and fairly loose - an essential in the blisteringly hot weather of late. She moved slowly, so as not to startle him, and began undoing the knot which held his shorts above his hips.

"It looks like it's a big one," she said, conversationally, tucking her fingertips under his waistband, and lifting his shorts out and away from his fur, to reveal ... Wow indeed!

Whether because he was flushed with embarrassment or with arousal, his prick was crimson-colored and throbbing, wedged awkwardly into one leg of his shorts but thick and lengthier by inches than the biggest she'd seen in her life.

She took a moment to tuck the waistband of his shorts under his sac - and it wasn't lost on her that he had a nice pair of these, as well - and then slid her fingers around his girth before tugging gently. After a moment, his erection popped free of his shorts and righted itself in her grip, towering above his stomach.

"Wow ..." she said aloud, after merely thinking it for several wordless seconds. "Rick," she observed, unnecessarily, "this thing is huge."

"No, it's not," he said, offhandedly. "It's average. And can I put it away again, please?"

"No, no -" she interjected, gently tipping his erection from one side to another, looking at it from all angles, and giving it a slight squeeze. "You're ... you're more than average. And no." She let her fingers stroke upwards by an almost imperceptible distance.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth and regarded her with a pained expression. "God, Kitten ..."

"What's the matter?" she said, gradually becoming a little more solemn and releasing her grip on his cock.

He looked like he was bursting to say something but he took a long, long moment of not meeting her eyes before he answered her. "I like you, Kit" he said in a voice that was scarcely as loud as the air-conditioning unit.

She cocked her head at him, and blinked in that slow, relaxed way that she did when she was happiest. "I like you too, Rick. I mean, you're my best friend and I'm yours, aren't I?" She was now merely resting her hands at mid-thigh on each of his legs, still kneeling comfortably in front of him, but ignoring the lightly twitching and pulsing phallus that stood unassisted only a handspan from her bosom.

"Of course," he replied, reassuringly, once again gathering up enough guts to look at her. He gently rested his hands on hers - broad and warm hands, and steady enough, considering his slightly ragged breathing - and tried to look something other than uncomfortable. "You're my best friend in the world, Kora."

He rarely, _rarely_used her proper name. Ever.

"It's just ..." He was grasping for the right words, and she felt she should give him a moment to reach his point. "Maybe I'm afraid of what'll happen to us as friends if we have sex."

Her heart skipped a beat. The revelation was a new one for her - clearly, she knew that he found her attractive, and that it caused him and her some nervous discomfort every now and then, but - the idea that he wanted to have sex with her.

Not, "We shouldn't have sex."

Nor, "I'm afraid of what'll happen ..."

In fact, "Maybe I'm afraid ..."

She felt a tingling warmth at her ears and cheeks.

She leaned closer to him, so they were almost nose-to-nose, and spoke in a bare whisper, her voice at its huskiest. "Who said anything about having sex?"

His jaw dropped again, as he studied her carefully in incomprehension.

"Rick," she explained, patiently, with a happy expression on her face, "Life is too short. You and I, we're adults, right? If we both want to have sex, then we can have sex, and I trust you enough that if we do end up having sex, that we're mature enough to deal with what happens afterward." She gave his thighs a gentle squeeze. "Which is to say, if we have sex and then you get all weird on me, I'm gonna be upset."

He still looked lost.

"I didn't think about having sex with you, though," she clarified. "You're not the only one who's unsure about this. I mean, I was thinking," she continued, drawing out this last word, "about giving you a handjob."

"But," she continued, ignoring how his eyes looked as though they were about to bug out of their sockets, "to hear you say that you might want to have sex ..." She moistened her lips. "Well, that ups the ante, doesn't it?"

* * *

Rick's heart was thudding in the depths of his chest with such intensity that he could scarcely hear anything else. He was sure that if he didn't keep breathing, he would pass out.

No shit, numbnuts ... he thought. Focus on what's happening ... Kora was still almost nose-to-nose with him, and gazing softly into his eyes in a way she'd never done before.

Sometimes, he considered, you had to move cautiously. Other times, you had to move quickly.

He slowly slid his hands up from where they were resting on hers, and along the soft fur of her forearms, before gently taking her by the shoulders and pulling her forward to meet him, as he leaned in and kissed her.

He'd kissed plenty of girls. There had been the hurried, hot, and passionate trysts between himself and his girlfriends, whether at parties or in private, when they were trying to wring every last drop of passion from the moment. Those moments of hurried breathing, scalding-hot breath mingling in the night air, the click of fangs and the twining of tongues in the succulent mix of saliva and a hint of sweat.

There was none of that now. He was gently and calmly kissing his best friend, darting the tip of his tongue in and around her own, and teasingly nipping at her lips with his own. He didn't want to hurt her, nor offend her, and so he was being his most gentlemanly and hesitant with her.

But it felt like some kind of longing was released inside him - something that had been waiting for years to experience.

All the same, whatever doubts he was feeling about taking this step, he felt Kora murmur a soft, agreeable groan of happiness and lean forward a bit. Her claws were tensed on his thighs, but he didn't mind that. Not at all.

On the other hand, the sensation which had been years in the making - the one which had flooded his senses and warmed his skin right from the tips of his ears to the pads of his toes - had renewed his erection as if he'd been limp a few seconds ago.

And now it was at about - oh, damn ... he thought. _One hundred and ten percent for sure._If it got any harder he was sure it was going to start to bleed.

And then, with Kora leaning forward, he felt the tip of his cock touch her chest.

He bit back a strained groan and managed to smother the resulting ngggh! behind the workings of his tongue and lips.

As though sensing his discomfort, she tactfully withdrew from their kiss and brushed her muzzle past his, to whisper into the fur of his cheek. "You feel a little ... pent up, Rick."

"Mmhmm," he agreed, sliding his hands up and around her shoulders to hold her in a loose hug.

He felt her right hand slide off his thigh. A gentle grip, but painful on his tortured flesh, closed around his shaft. "Fuck ..." she breathed, as he sucked another breath between his teeth. "What's this made out of? Glass?"

"Ow ..." he murmured. "Easy, babe," he indicated. "It's really, really sensitive right now."

"Yeah?" she asked, unnecessarily. "Well," she continued, withdrawing so that she and he were once more nose-to-nose with each other. "I've got a solution for that."

Before he could ask her, or indeed even before he could wonder what she meant, the crown of her head had fallen past his nose and disappeared from view, as a sinfully hot and slick sensation enveloped him from his cocktip to the base of his shaft.

It felt so good he couldn't say anything.

It was also simultaneously so painful that he yelped quietly in a voice so high it hadn't been heard since his teenage years, and bent at his waist over her. He was breathing in gasps now, hissing through clenched jaws. "Oooh. _Oooh!_Shit, Kitten, hang on, hang -"

There was the muted sound of her throat and tongue working as she came up off his shaft, and then she was heard to soothe at him, "Shhhh ... Relax, Rick." She slid her hands to where his pectoral muscles were clenched and rubbed there for a moment, trying to massage some of the tension up and over the sinews of his neck and shoulders. "I can make this go down, but not if you're going to lose your shit about it."

He closed his eyes, and between the gentle, soothing rubbing of her hands across either side of his collarbone, and the absence of the feel of her soft, soft mouth enclosing his rod, he began to relax a bit. Slowly, he unwound from where he was hunched over her and instead tried to focus on breathing deeply. What the hell? he thought. If I'm supposed to be enjoying getting a blowjob, the least I can do is act the part. As soon as he felt like his prick was merely hard and not throbbing, he spread his arms across the back of the couch and turned his closed eyes toward the ceiling.

After the kind of pause which allowed him to drink in some of the cool air of the room, he felt Kora's left hand close around the base of his shaft, and the slow, unhurried lavage of her tongue from mid-shaft on the underside of his erection right to the tip, only to depart and start again from where she'd started.

He also began to sense a new scent in the room's cool air, at which he cracked an eye and let a slow, languorous smile tug at the corners of his mouth. "Enjoying yourself, babe?"

There was a wet sounding slp! as she licked her lips and another sound he couldn't identify as she shifted on her knees, and then he felt something slick and warm being liberally slathered on his shaft as her right hand made an appearance again. "What do you think?" she asked, as the musky scent of her arousal filled his nostrils.

"Mmmm ..." he hummed agreeably, breathing deeply and feeling a rush of excitement thrill through his body. He felt her drier, left hand disappear as her right began to stroke up and down, aided by her juices.

"Fuck ..." she commented, after humming her own agreement with his sentiment. "I soooo want to jump you, you know that?"

He sighed happily in the grip of conflicting desires and a delicate, soft hand. "Oh, man ... I'd love to, Kitten, but I don't know if you brought any condoms with you."

She chuckled around the tip of his cock and gave it a delicate kiss as she withdrew. "Isn't that supposed to be your job?"

"My job?" he asked, inclining his chin forward so that he could see her again. She was still kneeling between his calves but she was crouched a little possessively around his prick, looking at him with a sly expression on her face. "Since when have I been good at planning for anything?" he joked, reassured by how she gave a wry expression and continued giving his cock a slow stroke to maintain its rigidity. "Besides, if anybody had told me I was going to be kissing you today I would've punched them out as a liar and an asshole."

"Well," she replied. "I didn't have any notion of this either, and I'm on the pills, so _I_didn't bring any condoms either."

There was a moment of slightly uncomfortable silence, which Kora decided to break first. "I'm not saying I wouldn't want to do it anyway," she clarified. "Just so you don't worry, though, I think I'm in the safe part of my cycle, and I can take a few pills as 'Plan B' and check with my doctor when we get back in to the city."

"Oh," he said, leaving it at that. "Well, I mean ... if you trust me like that ..."

She looked at him again, and this time she had a kind of a fondness in the soft gaze of her eyes. "Yeah," she said, "I do trust you." She planted a final smooch! on his prick and rose to her feet, with her breasts bobbing a short distance from his eyes. "Get those shorts off, big boy," she commanded. "And lose the shirt."

He began to shuffle his shorts down to his knees and then to around his ankles, as Kora turned her back on him for a moment and began peeling herself out of her tank top. Seeing her from behind, but in this new light, brought fresh color to his ears and a surge of blood back into his erection.

It was nothing compared to how he felt when she stretched from head-to-toe, and then slipped her shorts down over her ass and thighs, bending at the waist to give him a view of something he'd never seen before, but had always wondered about.

Her pussy, slick and with little sparkling droplets adorning the fur which framed it, beckoned invitingly from where it was nestled between her thighs and the curve of her rump. She was tantalizingly out of reach, though, and it was all he could do to comment fittingly on what he saw as he shrugged his way out of his shirt.

"Whoah ..."

* * *

Kora felt her lips curve involuntarily into a sly smile as she shed herself of her shorts. She had no illusions about how she looked from behind, and although she liked being reminded that she had attractive female curves, there were times when she had to remind herself that the world was full of distractible, distractible males. Three,_she recalled. Three _occasions where all I did was bend down to pick up my phone on the sidewalk, and each time someone on the road got into a rear-end collision.

As she straightened, she looked back over her shoulder without turning, and noted how Rick was staring at her in something like awe. "C'mon," she joked, crossing her arms over her bosom and lightly hugging herself. "You've seen me naked before."

He gathered up his jaw and considered his reply before he quietly swallowed and said, "I've seen you in nothing but a towel before, but I've never seen you naked."

She thrust her fingers through her hair - the kind of motion which brought the muscles of her back to flexing - and let it settle at its length across her shoulders. "So ... whattaya think?"

His jaw worked for a moment. "You're beautiful ..." he husked, without a hint of irony.

Slowly, she turned to face him, and put one hand on her hip. "You're not just saying that?" she asked.

His awed gaze softened a bit. "Kit," he replied, "I've always thought you were beautiful, but ..." He appeared to summon the strength to wave a hand vaguely in her direction. "I mean ... I never thought I'd get to see you like this. I mean, you're ... you're naked ... and ..."

"Naked and willing?" she concluded for him.

He nodded, unable to contest this.

She chucked quietly, the motion sending a slight ripple through her flesh and setting her breasts to swinging faintly, back and forth. Rick's eyes, dancing as they already were, had clearly become fixed on them. I guess I can't complain, she thought. Once the shirt comes off and the titties come out, saying, "My eyes are up here_," becomes not only pointless but also unfair._

She made a short, stalking walk forward, until she was standing in front of him, and he was staring up at her like some kind of exhausted but transfixed worshipper. She got the sense that he'd be easy to direct, for the moment, but between his usual attitude, and that impressive, throbbing cock between his legs, he might get up the courage to take charge once he relaxed. Not that I'd mind, she considered to herself. He looks like he's got some strength in those legs. "Scoot forward a bit," she instructed, beckoning for him to come to the edge of the couch, which he did.

She bent down to kiss him again, and as their lips met for the second time, she felt something more wanton and unbridled than before. As they both sucked hungrily at each other and nipped gently with their teeth, she found her arms sliding around his neck as easily as hers around her torso, and he let out a sigh just as she did. It was a sigh of familiarity, something which she reckoned he'd been holding in for a while. Maybe we've been dancing around this for years, she thought, besides learning how to be friends to each other.

As they hugged each other close, and as his arms pulled her closer to the couch, she disengaged herself from his kiss and drew his head down to her breasts, pillowing him against her softness and gaining the space to plant a knee on one side of his hips.

Without any coaxing, though, his lips and tongue had found their way to her right nipple, and were teasingly sucking and pulling on it in a way that sent a thrill through her body. She let out an appreciative sigh, throwing her head back, as she settled herself to kneeling, with her knees hugging either side of his thighs.

He let out a groan as his erection was sandwiched between his stomach and hers, his breath escaping in a feverish exhalation past her nipple. She hummed an appreciative noise into his right ear, and threaded her fingers into the thickness of his mane to hold him closer. He had also begun using his hands to greater effect - one holding her close to him by the middle of her back, and the other caressing the base of her spine, where his touch sent a shiver of pleasure through her.

As much as she wanted to prolong the foreplay between them, she was already feverish with desire and her womanhood was as slick as it could be. And it's not like his prick is gonna get any harder, she thought.

She raised herself up, feeling his erection slide down into the warm, eager cleft beneath her mound, and past her clitoris, and savoring the sensation as the pulse of his sizeable organ throbbed against her sensitive nub. As she reached what was almost the limit of how far she could rise from kneeling on his lap, she felt him spring upright again and waver, quivering, at her entrance, barely within her inner lips and pressing against her opening.

She repositioned her hands so that she was partway supporting herself against his shoulders, and looked down at the crown of his head - obscured by his mane though it was. He was panting with anticipation, with his nose in the furrow between her breasts and able to do naught but breathe hotly against her fur.

"Ready for me, babe?" she asked.

"Ohgod ..." he murmured, his hands sliding down to her waist, with his thumbs lightly caressing her stomach and his fingers feathered over her flanks. He was trembling in anticipation but not quite pulling her down onto him.

Too much the gentleman,_she thought, _although maybe that's best. She fought the urge to grin. If he got too eager he could really wreck me with that thing.

She gave a slight undulation of her hips to ensure that the head of his cock was seated at her opening, took a deep breath, and then let herself slip down.

Rick let out a gasp like he was in the grip of the most exquisitely pleasurable agony possible.

She would've too, if she wasn't struck wordless by the sensation of being filled by Rick's cock. She was seized by an urge to express how it felt somehow ... but nothing was equal to what she felt through her entire nervous system as she felt him slip inside and part his way through the softest of folds.

He was huge. Maybe she was out of practice, but he was huge and filling her so completely that there could be no room for anything else.

She felt her mouth hanging open in a silent, revelatory, "Oh ..." but she felt it was impossible to say anything. The mere act of breathing would've made the pleasure unbearably strong, and as it was, she was already feeling weak at the knees. She was dimly aware of her fingers clenching into his fur and her claws starting to express.

She closed her eyes. There was nothing to see, as far as she could tell, except for Rick's mane and the wall behind the couch, and neither were relevant at all to how she was feeling as Rick's cock slid up to nudge against her cervix and then plow its way beyond.

He was stretching her almost past her limits. Almost.

She felt herself settling, finally, with the throbbing nub of her clitoris being flattened against his pubic bone, and her folds splayed wide around his girth, as he grunted with the effort of forcing the final bit of himself inside her, and grinding his testicles against her ass.

She couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She knelt there, straddling him, with the biggest part of him wedged so far up inside her that she wasn't sure he'd ever get out again.

I don't know if I ever want him to leave ...

"Kit?"

She summoned the strength to open her eyes partway and found that he was staring at her wide-eyed, concernedly and searching her face for some clue as to the reason for her silence.

It was so endearing that she let her eyes roll backward as she curled her lips into the happiest of open-mouthed smiles. She chucked hungrily at him. "Oh ... Rick, you ... you ..."

He kept staring at her.

"You ... asshole." Against her fatigue and the sensations assailing her from where they were joined, she rose slightly, opened her eyes again, and planted a deep, hungry kiss on his shocked, open lips. "Why did you keep this from me for so long?"

"Wh ...?" he murmured, unable to answer her.

"You ...," she started, beginning to rise up off him again. "You just feel so ... mmm ... perfect." She arched her back as she reached the top of his rod and then slid back down to impale herself again. "Fucking ... ngh! ... perfect."

From the look on his face, he was still concerned about whether she was alright or not, but the way his jaw fell as he took a deep breath was enough to tell her how good it felt from his perspective. She felt his fingers tighten on her waist, drawing her down even at the very bottom of her fall, to thrust himself deeper into her.

"Mmmmmrrrrgh ..." he rumbled at her. "God, Kit ... you feel so goddamn good ..."

She began to pick up the pace a little, sliding up and down and savoring the feeling of his girth as with every stroke he spread her wide and slid past her most sensitive flesh.

"Ahhh ..." she moaned to the ceiling, as she gripped his shoulders more tightly and hoisted herself up and down ... faster and faster. She was so wet that she could feel the faint spatter of her own fluids as his tentative but enthusiastic hammering and her riding of his cock began to batter some of her fluids free of her inner lips.

"Yeah," she whispered at him, forcing her muzzle into his mane and pressing her cheek against his. "Yeah, really give it to me, baby ..."

She felt his claws start to dig into her flesh through her pelt as he growled into her shoulder and started to bounce her off his pelvis, pounding her up and down so forcefully that she found her breath coming hard, so jarring the impact of his body was.

"Ohshit ..." he muttered, slowing by a fraction and starting to breathe in urgent gasps.

Through the rising stimulation and the twitching of her sex around him as she came very close to an impending orgasm, she could feel his prick swelling even thicker and harder than before. It was as if every ridge, every vein, every gather and every slightest protrusion on his cock was in the sharpest relief possible, raking itself deliciously past the softness of her innermost depths, the swollen flesh of her G-spot, and the enveloping mouth of her inner lips, as he plunged in and out of her.

She was practically holding her breath again, trying also to hold onto the elusive thread of the climax she was pursuing, and she managed to gasp past clenched teeth into his ear, "Don't stop, you bastard ..."

He obliged.

His reply came in pained gasps as he quickened his pace almost out of control, turning his rock-hard cock into a meatclub, battering at her without mercy and without caution, his flesh slapping eagerly at hers and driving her within reach of what she sought. He too began to lose control, as he strained to utter a plea into her hair and managed only, "Ohfuck!"

As he drove her over the edge, he thrust almost unbearably hard into her and began filling her with his seed. It was the most incredible, most fitting, and most beautiful counterpoint to what she felt, as she bucked and strained against him and felt her flesh pulse around his tool. "Ahhh!" she exclaimed, releasing her pent-up breath in a short cry of ecstasy and then in a series of shuddering gasps as her body twitched against and around him, her arms locked around his neck.

For a long, long while, neither of them moved except as one or the other of them would shudder in the grip of an orgasmic aftershock. She knelt as she had essentially ended up collapsing - with her face buried in his mane and her cheek pressed against his temple. He, on the other hand, had his muzzle resting heavily against the curve of her neck and was panting hard. She could feel the hardness of his teeth where his lips had been bared, but against her experience of males in general, he hadn't nipped or bit her as she'd expected of him.

He was still twitching faintly, his prick still inside her and now slick with their combined juices, but only a little softened from what it had been moments ago. If she hadn't been weak in the knees - and in the legs, and in my arms, and faint in the head, she thought - she might've started to ride him for an attempt at orgasm #2.

Alas ...

She slid her arms from around his neck and began lightly rubbing the fur over his shoulders. "Mmmmm ..." she murmured lazily. "How did we miss this?"

His hands gently worked forward and back, caressing her waist in a sort of a massaging motion. "Miss what?" he asked, in a voice only a few shades away from a drowsy kind of exhaustion.

She leaned back partway so that she could look into his eyes - and such pretty eyes they were, him looking back at her from behind those twin pools of amber with a kind of a tired patience - and shrugged slightly. "Our first time doing it and we hit the perfect orgasm," she observed. "What are the odds?"

He slid his hands behind her back and began stroking the fur over her spine in a soothing motion. "I think it has something do with how hot you are," he offered.

"Hmmm ..." she purred at him, amiably. "You're not so bad yourself, y'know?" She poked a clawtip at his chest for emphasis. "I don't recall having to close my eyes and imagine someone else."

He quirked the corners of his mouth in a confidential smile, and then drew in a quick lungful of air before expelling it in a long sigh. At her slightly curious expression he shook his head gently in an admission of some kind and appeared apologetic. "I think I'm still a little overheated," he ventured.

"That's alright," she assured him, continuing to rub his shoulders gently. "I'm a little warm too." She allowed a little time to pass as his hands continued to send little tremors of excitement up and down her spine. "You know ... if you're up for a little more fun, I thought of something we can do while this place cools down ..."

"Yeah?" he murmured quietly.

She leaned in again, putting her muzzle near his ear, and letting the warmth of her breath tickle the fine hairs which lined the inside. "I'm gonna go up and run us a nice shower," she explained, "and when you've caught your breath, I want you ..." She nipped gently at his ear. "... to bust into the shower stall and show me what happens when I'm not the one taking charge."

She gave him a last little squeeze with her pelvic floor, eliciting from him a sudden intake of breath, before she came up onto her knees and slipped free of his member, letting it slap wetly against his stomach as she rose and then shifted backward onto her feet again.

There was awe mixed with incredulity on his face as she turned and began a slow, stalking walk toward the staircase.

* * *

Rick had sat for only a few moments after Kora had departed from view, wrestling with his conscience - only somewhat - and wondering what kind of thing he'd awakened between the two of them.

She seems fine with it, he thought. She didn't say anything about having second thoughts.

He got to his feet, taking a moment to steady himself in light of the fact that his thighs felt like lead weights, and ventured out to the front door to check that it was locked. He was relieved to see it was secure, and then turned his attention to the staircase.

He felt like an idiot, walking around his parents' summer cottage in the buff with a great big erection bobbing in front of his pelvis. Frig ... he thought. How in the hell am I going to explain to Mom that I turned the family summer home into a love den and fucked my best friend on Grandma's love seat?

As his attention turned again to the living room, in which Kora's clothes and his own were scattered about, he stopped and considered for a moment. I'm by myself for the summer, subject to nobody, and I've got a willing female who wants me to follow her up to the shower and plow her silly.

_ _

What the hell am I feeling apologetic for?

He thrust his arms up over his head, stretching up on the very tips of his toes until he felt his joints creak, and then began a slow, measured walk up the staircase. He gently cupped his tongue against the roof of his mouth and began the difficult act of whistling a tune. By the time he was sauntering his way through the bathroom door, he had begun alternately humming and absent-mindedly singing the words.

"'Goin' down the old mine; With a tran-sis-tor ra-di-o ..."

_ _

As he was pulling a fresh towel from the pile near the bathroom hamper, Kora's voice came from over the door of the shower stall. "Dammit, Rick," she muttered to him, "what have I said about that song?"

"It fits, though," he protested.

"Shut up and get in here," she replied, with the barest undertone of laughter in her voice.

He smirked inwardly, tossed the towel next to hers, and then tugged gently on the shower door to admit his face into the space beyond. "Ready?" he asked, resting his chin on the door's edge.

Kora was still nude but was now shrouded in a light fog of steam, and with water cascading from the dark tresses of her hair onto the lighter fur on the rest of her body. She was breathing rapidly - whether from the gentle heat of the water or in anticipation of what she'd been planning - and she looked positively ravishing in the low light which made it to her corner of the bathroom.

"What do you think?" she teased.

He canted his head nonchalantly, stepped into the shower stall, and eased the door shut behind him. She kept her eyes on him, unmoving as he crossed the distance between them, and raised her face to look him expectantly in the eye as his hands found the curve of her waist.

This was at the same time when her nipples, taut and beading with water droplets, brushed against his chest and caused her mouth to open slightly in a wordless expression of pleasant surprise. He imagined his face looked somewhat the same, with the tender flesh of his erection nudging against her stomach where the shower flow was cascading down. The sensation of being surrounded by liquid warmth was only slightly less pleasurable than being buried in her softness.

As she'd said, though, she wanted to be shown what it was like when he took charge.

Her expression of surprise intensified when he dropped to one knee and roughly forced his muzzle against her breast, swirling his tongue around her areola and pressing his nose into the sensitive flesh underneath.

An appreciative purring sound began to emanate from her chest, easily audible over the noise of the shower, even. As he lapped and suckled at her, he felt her hands at his neck and her deft fingers threading into his mane, gripping him by the base of his skull.

I'll show her 'take charge' ...

He stooped lower, replacing the grip of his left hand on her right thigh, and lifting her leg up until he had a firm grip underneath her knee. Her hold on his mane seemed to waver in uncertainty, but tensed abruptly when he plunged his face into her folds and swept his tongue from bottom to top, just as his attentions opened a course for the shower's pleasurably warm water to spill down over her flesh and begin flooding his mouth.

He heard her stifling a gasp. Or something. He wasn't sure. He couldn't hear terribly well over the shower noise, and it wasn't like he was going to stop to ask permission.

She was by now steadying herself against his head and shoulders, with her right ankle draped around his arm and her hands clutching him closer as he licked and swirled his tongue around her flesh, fluttering now and again across her inner lips and more pointedly lavishing attention on the sensitive nub at the top of her folds.

As her breathing became louder and more frantic, and as her mound began to thrust against his face with her response to his efforts, he merely took a deep breath, and steadied himself to continue his rhythm of _lick lick lick lick_at her button as she clamped down on the back of his head and began to shake violently.

He waited, patiently continuing what he was doing and keeping a kind of a Zen-like attitude to the passage of time, as the water cascaded over the both of them and swept with it the stresses and tensions of weeks. He was flattered, in a way, flattered and pleased, that Kora was so responsive to his skills.

Eventually, her breathing slowed to a series of heated, breathless gasps, and her grip on his head and mane relaxed, to where he felt comfortable slowly withdrawing his tongue and lips from her abused, tender flesh, and looking up at her. She looked back at him steadily, not quite appearing happy or blissful, but satisfied in the way of the physical exertion of the moment.

He gently lowered her thigh so that she was once again standing on two feet, and affectionately nosed the soft flesh of her mound before rising back to his full height, looking at her a kind of an expectant way that communicated a confidence he didn't really feel, but was happy to fake for the moment.

She blinked slowly, in a kind of a dazed way, still breathing heavily, and trailed her fingers lightly up his arms until her palms were resting against his chest. She hesitated there for a brief moment, looking at him with what he quietly judged to be reserved sexual hunger. Then, slowly, she raised herself up on the tips of her toes to plant a kiss on his lips, before she withdrew, turned on the pads of her feet, and pressed herself up against the tile of the shower wall.

Obligingly, he stepped forward and nestled his body against the curve of her own, sinking his nose through her hair and against her temple, while his hands slid down her flanks to squeeze possessively at the bend of her waist. Her back arched slightly and the cleft of her ass moved up, cradling his rampant erection and forcing it back against his stomach.

She wasn't quite looking at him - with her left cheek pressed against the shower tile, she was only able to look to the right and perhaps see him out of the corner of her eye - but her body seemed to be trembling in anticipation under his gaze, and she silently spread her feet apart by another small margin, reaching up to cling lightly to the shower head with both hands.

He too reached up and closed his fist around the supply pipe for the shower head - like her, he had no illusions about it being able to support either of their body weights, so this was merely to stretch his body along hers - and slid his taut, quivering abdominal muscles down the curve of her rump until the tip of his cock was positioned at her waiting entrance.

She made a barely-audible whimper and arched her back slightly, sliding her folds back and forth across his glans.

His right hand found what it was looking for - a functional yet firmly-attached soap dish, neatly cemented to the tile wall - and used it to steady his balance.

The tendons at his ankles, at the backs of his knees, and the muscles of his buttocks bunched under his fur as he thrust into her, eliciting from Kora a short cry of both pleasure and pain as the force of it drove her up against the wall and fairly lifted her off her feet. Her neck arched and some of her hair, soaked as it was, flipped back over his shoulder to lash him faintly in the middle of his back.

He tried his best to focus on his breathing, and trying his best to ignore the sensations building in his prick as he pumped in and out of her snatch, where the walls of her sex were squeezing him tightly. Whether she was aware of it or not, he considered, her thighs and her ass were having a go at bringing the gripping stimulation of each thrust to almost a painful level.

She was aware of something - that much was certain - as she began to writhe and gasp in the iron grip that his body held over hers, pinning and intermittently hammering her against the wall of the shower stall. Through his rising arousal, he could feel the difference between the softness of her stomach slapping against the tile, and the jarring impact of her pubic bone as it followed shortly behind.

He didn't care. Whatever part of Rick who was supposed to be looking out for Kora's well-being and making sure he didn't hurt her was looking over the shoulder of the other Rick, as the latter fucked the ass off his best friend.

Maybe he figured that she was tough enough to handle it.

Her moans were stroking his ego more sensually than the other sensitive bits of his anatomy, and as he felt himself reaching the point of no return, he gritted his teeth and muttered, "Fuck!" into her ear. He was dimly aware of her freeing a hand to grab him by his mane and pull him in closer, so focused he was on hammering her against the wall with abandon.

The hot water coursing over his ballsack.

The feeling of Kora's inner walls spasming around him.

The glorious feeling of thrusting up inside her to the hilt as he reached his finish ...

He moaned, feeling his essence spurting up into her, and the protests of his muscles as he strained to keep himself as tightly pressed to her as he could. She had let out a tightly-held breath in an indescribably sharp exhalation, hurling the word, "Gah-h-hah!" at the ceiling and sending a fine mist of water droplets into the air. At length, even the shudders that wracked her body and threatened to unbalance him could be felt to slow and cease, and he felt her tiny feet clambering over his toes before she found purchase and support that wasn't from his thighs.

"Hah ..." she repeated, catching her breath as he crouched faintly to keep from pinning her to the wall. "Holy shit ..." she mused, breathlessly, her head falling forward to rest against the wall. "You're gonna have to help me out of here," she observed. "I don't think I can walk anymore."

He breathed a short chuckle in agreement, and shook some of the water from his mane. "Me neither," he supposed. He freed a hand to give each of the shower knobs a sharp clockwise twist, causing the shower stream to taper off to a rapidly diminishing trickle. "Whaddaya think, kitten? If we shake some of this water off and head downstairs, we'll both be cooled down in no time."

"Mmmm ..." she purred at him. "There's an idea." She shifted slightly, backing up to him and causing a delightfully pleasant twinge in his prick, and there was the unusual grating sound of something happening nearby. He almost felt it, rather than hearing it.

"Huh?" he mumbled, furrowing his brow.

She didn't respond immediately, but he waited as she lowered her other hand from the shower head and slid it down her stomach to where the curve of her mound was now poised a hand's width from the wall.

"I didn't break you, did I?" he asked, baring his teeth slightly in a smirk she couldn't see.

"Nope," she asserted, brightly. "Not me," she explained, holding up something that he had to blink some of the fog from his eyes before he could identify.

It was a tile from the shower stall. A third of a tile, actually, he thought.

"Not that I'm complaining," she reassured him, squeezing her smallish fist in his mane and tossing the piece of tile aside so that it fell with a _clack!_to the floor, "but maybe we should stick to the couch."