Who Put the Cat Out?
This is a F/F story that includes scenes of alcohol consumption, spanking, light scratching, and strap-on sex. If those subjects offend you, or you are under 18 years of age, please do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy!
A loud slam, followed by the errant rattle of glasses, drew a worried sigh from Kiara. The young arctic fox set down the cloth and eyed the counter nervously. She had not been working this job long, and yet she had already been the subject of many an unwanted advance from enebriated furs. She waited a moment, hoping that her co-worker would take care of it.
"Hey, foxy!" came a strong male voice that made her heart skip, followed by another, somewhat less intrusive slamming noise. Kiara heard a few nearby patrons muttering angrily in response. Turning around, she caught sight of the attractive young cheetah, staring at her from across the far counter with a smile and a mischievous look in his eye.
"Bradley!" she squealed happily, clapping her hands together impulsively. She eagerly scampered across the bar to join him.
"I don't remember you ever saying anything about becoming a bartender," puzzled the cheetah as he recognized the fox. Kiara rested her paws on the countertop as she threw him an annoyed glance. The cheetah licked his chops absently as he stared at the young fox's cool blue eyes, set against that pure snow-white fur. Small streaks of black fur traveled from the inside corners of her eyes downwards towards her muzzle.
"I did too," she insisted, crossing her arms. "Got my bartending license just last month," she added, shutting her eyes and giving herself a self-congratulatory nod.
"How about a vodka straight, then?" the cheetah asked impatiently.
"Bradley," she responded, putting her hands on her hips. "Do you have a ride home?"
"Not yet," he replied with a grin, shooting Kiara a wink. The fox smiled nervously at him.
"The drink?" he said dryly, casting a glance past the fox and towards the alcohol.
"Oh, right," she continued, blushing lightly. She quickly scampered off to prepare the beverage.
"Bradley," came a soft, smoky female voice from the cheetah's left. He looked over to see the attractive, well-toned female wolf wiping a glass as she grinned at him knowingly. Her ears were pierced in several places, and the fur about her head was dyed a hot pink color.
"Cheryl," he responded with a sarcastic flare in his voice, rolling his eyes. Fucking that particular wolf had been one of the biggest mistakes he has ever made, he thought to himself. He had fallen for her easily enough, what with her firmly toned female curvature ensconced in that cool gray fur that always smelled so irresistibly fragrant. Ever since that one night, however, she had treated him as though she had known him all her life. "Always so very nice to see you."
"Who's the mark tonight," she inquired, eying him up and down playfully. Bradley's face flushed as he snarled a bit. Cheryl chuckled softly. This one was so pathetically easy to read. "Aww," she said in a tone of mock concern as she came over to him and ran a shapely paw up his shoulder.
"And who, pray tell, put the cat out tonight?" she inquired with a grin.
"The bitch," Bradley sputtered impulsively, licking his chops. "Where's that drink?" he snapped. Cheryl continued to eye the cheetah happily as he tapped his thumblaw against the glass impatiently. "Her name doesn't matter," he added disdainfully, looking away.
"Oh, it never does, does it, honey?" she returned, shaking her head and pouting playfully. With a smile, she turned about, making sure to give Bradley a full view of her tail as she walked away. Bradley's eyes hungrily followed. After several moments of idle thought, he snarled once more, reaching for his cellular phone.
Kiara stumbled with the drink in her paws as she passed by Cheryl, who protectively placed a paw on the young fox's shoulder.
"Be careful around that one," the gray wolf murmured sternly. Kiara simply glanced downwards and continued walking. As the young fox, drink in hand, neared the cheetah, she noticed he was in the middle of a cell phone conversation. She walked up slowly, setting the drink down to the side and perking her ears up as the flustered cat continued his conversation.
"Well, maybe you should put a decent lock on your god-damned door," the cat spat angrily through the phone. He paused a moment, his face coloring in anger as he listened to the other end. "Taylor, with the other night... you realize it's been three days now? Getting clawed in the balls does not make for fair fucking foreplay." Another pause. "What are you doing with him that's so important?" Kiara blushed, backing away slowly. The cheetah had not even noticed her return. "Yeah, that's exactly what you need... large, fat fuckin' pizza. Plenty of calories I'm sure we won't be working off anytime soon." He paused, and after a few seconds, his expression angrily intensified. "No, but I'm about to be, goddamnit! You can't just shut the door on me whenever you..." he continued, his speech abruptly halting halfway through his sentence. After several moments, he slammed the phone shut. "God-damnit..."
"Who's Taylor?" came a meek voice. He glanced up to see Kiara, who was holding back tears.
"Oh? Nobody, just a friend," he insisted, angrily gripping the phone. The explicit nature of the words he had just spoken aloud seemed not to occur to the anger-blinded cat. Kiara started to speak, but the cheetah silenced her, holding up a claw. As Bradley began dialing his phone with the other paw, Kiara simply looked at the floor nervously. Bradley turned away with the phone to his ear. Kiara quietly placed the drink within his reach and plodded shyly away.
Business in the bar continued in an unremarkable fashion for the next hour. A third bartender joined the pair of young ladies as they worked, preparing to relieve them of their shifts. Cheryl made sure to stay close to Kiara throughout the evening, to ensure that the young fox could have any questions she might have about her work answered promptly. Cheryl became concerned, noticing how quiet Kiara had become.
"And... and... and that's ANOTHER thing," the cat slurred, waving a paw about as he conversed with a nearby raccoon. "Goddamn waste," he continued emphatically, waving his drink about. A small amount of the liquid sloshed out over the side of his glass. "Whhooops," the cheetah remarked, beginning to laugh throatily.
"Foxy!" he screamed, slamming his half-empty glass on the table. Cheryl quickly came up to address him. Not seeming to realize, or perhaps even care, which of the two ladies had responded, Bradley continued. "Drinks'almost empty," he said. "Chop chop!" He slammed back the remainder of the alcohol in one swift motion, swallowing hard.
"And how do you plan on payin' this evening?" Cheryl coolly inquired. The cat looked at her blankly.
"Thefuck you mean payin'? I gots a tab don't I,"
"You're tapped," the wolf insisted.
"Aw, come on," the cat pleaded, shaking his empty glass.
"Orders of O'neill, I'm afraid," she replied, referencing the bar's owner. The bar itself was called O'Neill's, named after its founder and manager.
"Fuck O'Neill," the cat spat. Cheryl shot him an angry glare that gave him pause.
"How about I get you a nice tall glass of water?" she suggested. The cheetah snarled for several moments before relaxing into a smile. He reached out and grabbed the wolf's rump with his paw.
"Ain't there any other way I can pay?" he asked playfully, his breath reeking of alcohol. Cheryl shot him back an unshaken smile.
"I don't care how many canines you fuck, Bradley," she replied, "you're still nothing but a pussy."
"You are what you eat," he replied with a grin.
"Go home, Bradley," Cheryl concluded with a smile, turning away. It was nearly time for her and Kiara to get off from work.
Cheryl and Kiara slipped their jackets on as they punched out, grabbing their purses. As they approached the exit, Bradley stood up and walked over to them, cutting them off. He looked with a smile at Kiara, who glanced away.
"Hey foxy," the cat said softly, "how about that ride home?"
"Brad," she responded, trying to hold her composure as intense feelings of sadness welled up inside of her.
"What? We can talk, can't we?" he pleaded, in a tone of labored affection as he placed a paw gently on the fox's shoulder. Kiara began to cry, bringing a paw up before her face. Cheryl grabbed Bradley by the collar of his shirt, pulling him off to the side forcefully.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she snapped at him, in an angry whisper. He drew her into a tender embrace, laying his head upon her shoulder and pressing her into him, his paw bearing gently into the small of her back.
"Come home with me," he muttered lustfully, his hot breath warming her fur. Cheryl swiftly reached down and grabbed Bradley's crotch with force. The cheetah winced in pain.
"Don't you ever get tired of juggling so many girls?" the wolf demanded angrily. She knew this jerk's type... the young bastards with toned bodies who liked to pose as high school students so they could pop a few cherries.
"Not when they f-iiine," he replied, rotating his neck playfully. Cheryl intensified her grip, causing Bradley to grunt in pain.
"As of tonight, you are juggling one less," she barked softly but forcefully into his ear with a tone so imposing and assured that it sent a chill through the cat's spine. "One paw on her, and so help me god..." she continued, digging a claw against the fabric about the cat's crotch.
"Bitch," he replied. There was a tone of fear in his voice... it was subtle, but Cheryl recognized it. She released him from her grip, glaring at him dominantly. The cat snarled for a few seconds, before finally relaxing his expression into a smile, his eyes still fixed on Cheryl's.
"That's fine, that's fine," Bradley stated in a loud voice that caused all in the bar to turn their attention upon him. Kiara looked over at the cheetah through stifled tears as he continued his conversation with her co-worker. "I'll just head on over to Magruder's," he said with a grin. "I'm sure there's plen-tee of room on my tab over there." Kiara's eyes widened with fear at the mention of the dangerous locale. Bradley, still looking at Cheryl, shot the wolf a satisfied smile. Cheryl's eyes burned with rage at the cheetah, her expression turning to a snarl.
"Bradley, don't!" Kiara pleaded through her tears. "I'll give you a ride home." She wiped at her eyes with a diminutive paw before rummaging through her purse for her keys. Bradley, a triumphant smile still upon his face, began to turn away from Cheryl.
"The hell you will!" Cheryl shot, rushing by the cat to stand between him and the fox, her arms spread protectively at her sides as she faced Bradley.
"Cheryl," said Kiara, "get out of the way!" Bradley stumbled forward, errantly brushing by the large breasts of a nearby female retriever. The cheetah's features relaxed into a smile as he turned towards the woman, stepping forward and laying his head on her clothed bosom.
"Give me a ride home, baby?" he inquired. The dog quickly slapped Bradley across the face, causing him to stumble back. The cheetah caught himself, his head tilting back as he began to laugh. "C'mon," he continued, "show me what's under the skirt, bitch." The dog, disgusted, instinctively slung her drink out towards the cheetah. Bradley's eyes shut tightly as the alcohol sprayed him in the face. Opening his maw, he caught a good portion of it, lapping thirstily. As the fluid could be heard splattering against the floor, Bradley burst out in drunken laughter.
"Nobody told me," he said with a laugh, his eyes lolling about his skull as he began to wobble about on his feet, "that tonight was..." he continued, stumbling forward, "free whiskey night!" he crashed onto the floor, unconscious.
Two large, exceedingly buff German shepherds in black t-shirts and sunglasses came over and lifted the cat up forcefully.
"You'll hurt him!" Kiara cried out. Cheryl shot the two men a soft glare. The two large dogs eased up on the cat, lifting him about the shoulders gently. The bar was quiet, and all the patrons had their eyes turned to the unconscious cat and his carriers. The two men, hoisting the cat by the shoulders, prepared to take him towards the exit. Before they had moved more than one step, however, one of them motioned for the other to stop. The larger of the two addressed the crowd.
"Just for the record," he stated in a deep, stern voice, "O'Neill's does not have a free whiskey night." A few of the patrons laughed, dispelling the uncomfortable hush that had come over the crowd. Cheryl noticed Kiara hurrying to leave, and quickly chased in pursuit.
"Kiara," she called out. "Sweetie wait up!"
Cheryl caught up with Kiara as she reached the parking lot. The young fox was sobbing quietly while she rummaged through her purse. The wolf, a good six inches taller than Kiara, walked up and put her paws on the fox's shoulders.
"You want to talk?" she asked, concerned. The fox shook her head. "You'll be okay?"
"Yeah," the fox replied, sniffling. "I just need to find a motel."
"Why?" the wolf asked, puzzled.
"Oh," the fox returned, wiping moisture from her fur as she composed herself, "they're fumigating the apartments."
"Don't waste money on a shitty motel," Cheryl responded with a smile. She and Kiara had built a strong friendship in the short few weeks they had been employed together. The wolf had recognized Kiara's talent for being around people early on, and had taken the young arctic fox under her wing at the bar. Kiara looked up at Cheryl spritefully.
"I don't have anywhere else to go," she replied. "It'll be fine. Y'know, like a mini vacation."
"Well, I hope you don't mind sleeping with the roaches."
"Don't say that!" the fox snapped girlishly. "I'm not gonna be able to sleep now," she whined. The wolf chuckled to herself.
"Come crash at my place," Cheryl suggested. The fox blushed through her snow-white fur.
"No, no," she stammered. "I wouldn't want to impose." Kiara had a deep admiration for Cheryl, who was several years older than herself. The larger, more experienced wolf held seniority at the bar, and had always treated the fox so kindly.
"It'll be fine, trust me," the wolf replied warmly as she placed her paw on Kiara's, causing the arctic fox to cease her purse-rummaging. Cheryl then reached over into her own purse and easily located the keys to her car. "Like a mini vacation," she said with a smile.
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Cheryl flipped on the lights, cut the dimmer down to 50%, and tossed her jacket on a nearby table. Kiara heard the wolf's keys jingle as they too were tossed down nearby.
"May I use your bathroom?" the fox asked, blushing. Cheryl smiled and motioned towards the bathroom in the hall.
As Kiara finished her business and washed her hands, she could hear Cheryl turn on the television and rummage through the fridge.
The fox left the bathroom sheepishly, examining the apartment. It smelled of stale beer and was was clean, but disheveled. Several tacky novelty neon signs hung from one of the far walls. There was no furniture by the television; Kiara stood still nervously, unsure of where to sit. Cheryl brushed by the fox, exiting the kitchen with two cold beers. She sat down on the floor in front of the television, looked up at the fox and raised one of the bottles.
"Aren't you gonna sit down?' The fox smiled and scampered over, grabbing one of the beers. The two sat upright next to one another, as Kiara puzzled over the beer bottle in her hand.
"Do you have an opener?" she asked. Smiling, Cheryl held up her own beer bottle in one strong, slender paw. With the quick snap of a thumbclaw, she popped open the top. A small amount of foam rose up from the bottle. Kiara smiled nervously, handing the wolf her bottle so that she could open it.
The two shared several beers, laughing and chatting over what was on TV. Cheryl brought out several salted snacks for the two to munch on together. As her show ended, Cheryl began to flip through the channels. She came to rest upon a TV news station, where sirens could be heard.
"This was the scene last night at Magruder's," came a smooth voice from a female dalmatian news-reporter, "when the popular downtown bar suffered what is believed to be its most violent criminal incident since the bar's controversial opening fifteen years ago." The screen shifted to show a musical group performing, with two female guitarrists centered in the shot. The newswoman went on to explain that this particular rock music group had been performing when the violence began. This footage did not affect Cheryl, who had seen the story on the news late the previous night. Kiara, however, was becoming frightened by the news story; she had also seen news of the accident the night before, but had not become aware of the band's involvement until just now. She was acquainted with one of the band members; Cheryl had introduced the two, and they had become pretty good friends.
"Sally May..." the fox stammered, worried.
"She's fine," the wolf assured Kiara, placing a paw on the fox's slender forearm and rubbing gently. "Talked to her last night... and the rest of the band, too. Afterwards, that is." Kiara breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing her posture as she sipped at her beer.
"Thank heavens," the arctic fox remarked, yawning lightly.
"It's late," Cheryl remarked, standing up. "Think I'm gonna call it a night." She proceeded to gather the bowls and bottles from the floor. Kiara quickly arose to help her, scooping up several bottlecaps in her paw. "Mind if I turn this off?" Cheryl asked. The fox shook her head; she was finished watching as well.
Leading the fox down the hallway past the bathroom, Cheryl opened the door to her bedroom, inviting the fox in. Kiara stared bashfully at the bed. There's only one bed, she noted. It was a very large bed, however, and Kiara blushed when she realized what it was Cheryl did in this room.
"I'm more than happy to sleep in the other room," the wolf said, smiling.
"On the floor?" the young fox replied, concerned.
"I don't mind," she said as she moved off, into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Several minutes later, As Cheryl was gathering up a spare blanket, Kiara sat upright on the edge of the bed in the dimly lit bedroom.
"I really wish you wouldn't sleep on the floor, Cheryl," she remarked. The floor of this place was definitely not comfortable, as Kiara's somewhat sore rump bones currently attested to.
"I wouldn't want to impose," the wolf responded with a smile.
"It's a big bed."
The fox, wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of low-cut panties, scooted playfully under the covers and towards the edge of the bed, allowing Cheryl to easily hop onto the opposite side.
The wolf stripped down to her panties and a bra, which she proceeded to remove, allowing her C-cup breasts to bounce free. The wolf casually slipped into bed and snuggled under the covers. Kiara was blushing profusely.
"What?" the wolf asked innocently.
"You, uh..." the fox stammered, pointing a claw in her friend's direction. "You got scratches, all up and down..." she went on. The wolf blushed lightly at the concerned fox. Kiara's nostrils picked up once more on the foreign feminine scent that had been nipping at her all night. A look of realization spread across the fox's face.
"Cheryl!" she squealed happily. The wolf could smell, faintly, the alcohol on the fox's breath. "Did Stanley give you those?" the fox inquired, her eyes lighting up with fascinated excitement. She was referring to a certain repeat customer of O'Neill's who often left the bar with Cheryl when the wolf's shift ended. Cheryl began to laugh, causing the fox to blush harder.
"No, sweetie," Cheryl replied, turning on her side facing away from Kiara and giving the fox a full view of her back, which was covered in several light scratches. The arctic fox placed a hesitant paw between her friend's shoulders, proceeding to examine the fading wounds. "These aren't the kind of scratches a man gives you."
"Who, then?" the fox requested playfully, with excited eyes.
"Nadine," the wolf smiled. Kiara's expression widened in disbelief.
"Nadine... from work?" she asked, surprised. Nadine was the name of bartender who had punched in to relieve her and Cheryl from their shifts; she was a slender adult bunny who rarely spoke to the other employees outside of work. Cheryl turned about, lying on her side facing Kiara. The wolf grinned devilishly at her friend. "Shut the fuck up!" the fox cried playfully, bopping the wolf lightly on the noggin.
"It's true," the wolf insisted.
Kiara gasped, binging a paw up to her muzzle, fascinated. There was something about the idea of Cheryl and Nadine... something Kiara found deeply arousing. The young arctic fox stared happily into her friend's eyes, giddy from the alcohol in her system; Kiara was a diminutive young lass, and it didn't take much to get her tanked.
"You're naughty," she declared playfully, poking the wolf gently on the nose. The larger animal playfully nipped back at the air around the fox's fingers, causing the smaller fur to squeal once more. An abrasive beeping sound intruded upon the air at that moment, piercing into the fox's sensitive ear from off to her right. Curious, Kiara's gaze darted about the room.
"It's my pager," Cheryl noted, rolling her eyes.
"Who still uses a pager?"
"Shut up and hand it to me. It's in..." she started, looking over and pointing down...
But Kiara had already found it; she had opened the drawer and pulled it out, holding it between two of her claws as she ignored it with her eyes, looking instead beyond, below, into the drawer she had just opened. Cheryl leaned forward and subtly snatched the pager away from the distracted fox. The pink-headed canine sat upright and looked at the number.
It was Bradley. The wolf threw a nervous glance over to Kiara, who was now giggling as she rifled through the drawer, her cheeks flushed. The poor thing, Cheryl thought to herself. How many times has she had that precious little heart of hers broken? Well, not tonight, Cheryl thought sternly to herself. Not tonight.
"Oh my god," the fox giggled as she rummaged around in the drawer. The scents took her breath away as a sensation of playful longing settled deeply into her crotch. She pulled out a gigantic, veined pink instrument. "What the fuck is this?" she inquired playfully.
"Put that shit back, Kiara..."
"No," the fox insisted. "I want to know what it's for!"
"Come now," the wolf insisted with a yawn, "I know for a fact you've been with your share of men," she continued, wagging a claw.
"Yeah well, none of them are shaped like this!" the arctic fox cried quizzically, waving the instrument about in a playful fashion.
"Ain't it the sad truth," Cheryl concluded wistfully, shaking her head.
"Hey Cheryl?" the fox inquired, dropping her tone as she brought the implement to rest upon her lap. She proceeded in a somewhat strained voice. "Thanks for standing up for me today."
"Oh, sweetie," the fox replied maternally, placing a paw upon her friend's shoulder. "You really shouldn't let anyone treat you like that."
"I dunno," the fox retorted nervously, fiddling with the instrument upon her lap. "I thought he really liked me, y'know?"
"I'm sure he did," the fox replied, absently licking her lips as her eyes hungrily scanned the fox's curvature, "but I have a feeling he likes a lot of girls."
"I don't even know a Taylor... do you think I should be worried about it?" Kiara asked bashfully, glancing into her friend's eyes.
"I think," the wolf responded, smiling, "that you need to get that asshole off of your mind. You're too good for someone like that."
"You're just saying that," Kiara replied, blushing and looking down into her lap. She felt her friend's strong, slender paw massage her shoulder gently. Several moments passed, and the young fox began to cry quietly.
"Sweetie," the fox continued, rubbing the fox's shoulder gently, "you're going to spend the rest of your life trying to figure men out," she continued, her expression full of concern. "Let me assure you now, there is no great mystery to the sex, dear... at least, not where cute little foxes like yourself are concerned." Cheryl smiled, rubbing her friend's back softly.
"He told me he loved me, once," the fox insisted through her tears.
"Trust me," the wolf replied, "all he truly loves is that furry little snatch of yours," she finished with a grin.
"Cheryl!" the fox snapped, sobering as she shot her friend a glare.
"Well I'm sorry, Kiara, but you're not exactly an eyesore. You really ought to keep that in mind when you're dealing with pricks like Bradley." The two friends' conversation was interrupted as a loud buzzing noise cut through the air. Kiara had been fumbling with the instrument in her lap, and had turned it on unintentionally.
"Aieee!" squealed the fox, jumping a bit and scooting back away from the device as it danced about lightly upon the sheets. "It's alive!"
"Give me that," the wolf demanded, blushing a bit. Kiara giggled as her friend lifted the soft, multi-pronged instrument into the air. The two looked at each other for several silent moments. Smiling, Cheryl brought the object down beneath the covers, maneuvering it between her legs. She smiled wryly as she pulled down her panties and began to massage her cunt with the implement. The wolf's unique, intoxicating fragrance flooded into Kiara's nostrils, causing her to breathe deeply.
"There's no way that thing is going to fit," the fox insisted. Cheryl simply smiled wider and plunged the instrument upwards and inwards. She moaned and writhed as both orifices were filled and the buzzing noise once more filled the air. The fox began to giggle playfully, but her laughter soon trailed off as she watched her friend in delight.
The penetration continued for several minutes with the arctic fox watching on in relative silence. Finally, Cheryl shut the device off and removed it forcefully from her pussy, panting. She then handed the device back to the fox before laying back into her pillow, breathing deeply. Kiara stared at the moistened instrument, drenched in her friend's female nectars. She figured that she should probably lean over and replace it in the drawer, but curiosity got the better of her as she started to lick the instrument playfully.
The sight of the small animal holding the large item and licking Cheryl's juices from its tip made the gray wolf grin wide. Such an adorable little fox, Cheryl thought to herself. Her blue eyes still locked on her friend's, Kiara began to maneuver the device down towards her thighs.
"Whoa," Cheryl interrupted gravely, sitting up. "Don't you think you're a bit green for that?"
"Aww, but you made it look so fun!" Cheryl rolled out of bed, stood up and went around to the other side. The fox ceased her movements, looking somewhat confused as her friend knelt down at the side of the bed, in front of the third drawer. She took Kiara by the waist and rotated her so that she was sitting up, facing off of the bed towards the wolf, her feet dangling over the edge of the bed. Cheryl moved the implement aside, holding it in the air for a moment while she spoke.
"You don't have much experience with things like these, do you, sweetie?"
"I like to think I prefer real men, thank you very much," the fox replied, shutting her eyes and giving herself a self-congratulatory nod.
"You've got a lot to learn, babe," the wolf replied with a smile as she began to massage her friend's white-furred legs. Kiara brought her legs together, shutting them tightly.
"Cheryl, quit it!" squealed Kiara playfully. Cheryl's expression grew serious as she dropped her tone, her voice becoming saturated with desire.
"You see, Kiara," the wolf started, grabbing waistline of the fox's panties gently, "hmm... how can I put this in a way that you'll understand..."
"Cheryl," the fox repeated with concern in her voice. She was growing nervous, but despite her fidgeting she could not overpower the larger animal, who steadily slid the panties down from her friend's slender, still-shut legs.
"Pleasuring a woman, you see," the wolf continued lustfully, "is a lot like cracking a safe." Cheryl eased the panties over her friend's feet and tossed them aside. She gazed into the eyes of her prey; Kiara had become frozen, her flesh trembling lightly as she looked on in fascination. The wolf continued, gently massaging the fox's legs. "You've got to listen close... pay attention. You need to get a feel for what she wants, for what she needs... you must be very precise," she continued, maneuvering a finger down into the fox's crotch. Kiara shuddered.
"Only, when it comes to pleasuring a woman..." the wolf continued, placing the palms of her steady paws upon her friend's thighs, "...you're trying to crack a safe that's already..." she went on, applying pressure. The fox offered no resistance. "...Open," Cheryl finished, pulling the fox's legs open and displaying her cunt. Kiara shuddered breathlessly as the open air hit her womanhood.
"Now, men," the wolf continued, lapping playfully at Kiara's twat between words. The arctic fox moaned in ecstasy. "Men," the wolf went on, "are creatures of logic. They assess the situation, you see..." she explained, maneuvering a paw slowly up the fox's thigh and towards her crotch. "They take one look... they say to themselves, 'safe's wide open... I'll just, take the money...'" the wolf went on; as she said this, she began to ram two of her fingers deeply in and out of her friend's pussy, causing the fox to squeal. Kiara's claws gripped at the bedsheets as she bit her lip and moaned in response. "'...And run,'" the wolf concluded, pulling her fingers out of the fox abruptly. Kiara whimpered softly in protest. "Kiara, my dear," the wolf said softly, suckling the juices from her claws as she looked up into Kiara's eyes, "there is more to this world than logic."
"Show me," the fox pleaded breathlessly. Cheryl sprang up onto the bed and crawled forward on her hands and knees, backing the fox up against the headboard. Cheryl grinned wide, displaying her sharp teeth as she brought herself muzzle to muzzle with the fox. She breathed hotly, snarling somewhat. The fox trembled in fear.
"Oh, I'm done running," said the wolf with a low, predatory growl. The fox shuddered, wondering if she had made a mistake of some sort. "Take your shirt off," the wolf commanded. Kiara complied, sliding her thin top up and over her slender frame before tossing it off to the side. Cheryl skillfully unhooked Kiara's bra, freeing the fox's small, athletic breasts. The wolf then swiftly crept backwards, grabbing her friend by the ankles and dragging her back so that she lay prostrate upon her back. The wolf crawled forward, pinning her prey down with a firm paw before proceeding to slide her broad canine tongue skillfully over the entirety of the fox's chest. The fox shuddered, moaning softly as the tongue danced upon her erect nipples.
"Unnh..." the fox replied breathlessly. "Cheryl..."
The wolf forcefully lapped at the fox's dainty chest, her tongue dragging itself across the clean, white fur. Cheryl could feel her prey writhe in pleasure beneath the artful touch of her tongue. Absently, the pink-headed fox began to fondle herself as she lapped at Kiara's nipples.
"You want I should stop, sweetie?" she inquired maternally, her yellow eyes gazing deeply into Kiara's wide blue orbs.
"Please don't," the fox pleaded quietly, with mild desperation in her voice. The soft white fur about her face was deeply flushed. Cheryl grinned mischievously, leaning over to her left and rummaging through her third drawer. The fox shuddered in anticipation as her co-worker withdrew a sizable strap-on implement from the drawer, licking her hungry chops. The wolf stood up beside the bed, slipping the instrument into place with a smile.
"Come on over here, sweetie," Cheryl ordered softly, patting the edge of the bed with her paw. Cheryl bashfully sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, where she nervously fiddled with her claws. She continued to blush, looking into the wolf's eyes as the larger animal sauntered over, wrapping her paws around the fox's slender waist and spinning her about. Cheryl positioned Kiara so that the young arctic fox was face down, her legs dangling over the side of the bed. Cheryl approached the fox's tender rump, kneeling down to examine her friend. Kiara's tail flicked about in eager anticipation.
"Well, lookie here," the wolf said with a chuckle, running a paw over the smooth white fur of Kiara's right ass-cheek, where she spotted a black, somewhat heart shaped patch of fur. It was small, but the manner in which it was located made the wolf quite horny. "Baby's not pure white down there, huh? Naughty girl..." she continued, lightly slapping the offending ass cheek with her paw. Kiara cried out in delight, causing the wolf to grin. Cheryl leaned in, bringing her muzzle up behind the fox's ear.
"You like being spanked, sweetie?" The fox nodded hesitantly... she would normally have protested, but she felt so safe around Cheryl, and she was eager to explore the feelings she was experiencing. "Naughty little girl," the wolf remarked. Returning to an upright standing position, Cheryl began to gently massage Kiara's tender rump. The arctic fox crossed her slender arms before her and rested her head upon her paws as she cooed softly. The soft sensation of Cheryl's paw across her ass caused the fox to practically melt... she felt so safe there, so warm, and so very well taken care of. She continued to smile as her co-worker continued the soft massaging of the fox's rump.
The silence about the room was quickly shattered by a resounding slap as Cheryl forcefully brought a paw down upon her friend's bottom with a generous amount of strength. Kiara cried out, her body tensing up as the stark sensation of pain spread outwards across her body.
"Ow!" the fox cried out in shock. The warmth and serenity of the moment was gone, and she felt violated. Unwelcome images of Bradley and the bar came flooding back to Kiara, causing her sadness to return unabashed. She began to cry softly into her paws.
"Shh shh shhhh..." replied Cheryl, gently massaging the fox's back. "There there... everything's gonna be just fine, sweetie." The wolf said with a grin. She maneuvered her hips so that the strap-on member lightly grazed the underside of Kiara's crotch, which was beginning to moisten. The wolf continued to gently rub the arctic fox's rump for several minutes, as Kiara's sobbing softened. The fox trembled; she loved the feel of Cheryl's tender paw against her fur, but she was terrified of being struck again. She whimpered submissively as she struggled to retain her composure. Cheryl quickly brought her hand away from the fox's bottom, causing Kiara to shake violently in anticipation of another merciless spanking. Cheryl found herself wondering if she had perhaps crossed a line.
Once several moments had passed, Kiara began to realize that she was not going to be struck. Rather than relaxing, however, she began to tremble more. She whimpered softly for several seconds before breaking into renewed sobs. Cheryl sighed deeply... the poor, poor thing, she thought to herself. How many times?
Cheryl swiftly struck the fox once more, this time with even more force, and on the opposite cheek. The fox cried out in an odd mixture of sadness, delight, and pain. The scent of Kiara's womanhood filled the air; she was dripping wet.
"Yeah, that's right..." the wolf muttered lustfully as she began to playfully beat the strap-on dildo against the soft white fur upon her prey's rump. "There's a good girl... why don't you raise that tight little rump for me sweetie?" The fox eagerly complied, arching her back and raising her eager snatch into the air. Cheryl, licking her chops, slapped the fox once more upon the rump before plunging the eight-inch strap-on deeply into Kiara's pussy.
"Ohhhh god!" the fox cried out, gripping the sheets tightly as she was penetrated deeply. She had never had something so large inside of her; any and all sadness and apprehension melted away as Cheryl filled the fox with the strap-on member. Kiara squealed out happily as the wolf began to fuck her harder. Cheryl found herself wishing she had a real dick, if only for tonight; Kiara was tight, and Cheryl could only imagine the feel of the fox's internal musculature gripping the member firmly. The underside of the strap-on harness dug into Cheryl's pussy as she thrust in and out, causing her to moan lightly. The arctic fox's scent was utterly intoxicating.
"Unngh..." the fox moaned, "it's so big, Cheryl! It's so... so big..." she continued, her voice trailing off as she panted heavily.
"Shhh..." replied the wolf as she thrust vigorously in and out of her friend, "just take it, sweetie..." Kiara's body quivered in ecstasy. "...Like a good little fox," the wolf continued lustfully. The steady sound of cushioned impact reverberated through the room as Cheryl fucked the young fox mercilessly. Cheryl briskly slapped the fox on the ass, causing her to cry out in delight.
"Ohh, shit..." Kiara muttered into the mattress. She shuddered breathlessly under the impacts of the unrelenting thrusts. Waves of welcome warmth washed over her as the dildo filled her completely, pushing out against her from the inside, sliding in and out, in and out...
The vigorous fucking continued for several minutes, with Cheryl briskly slapping the fox on the bottom every so often. Cheryl smiled wide; Kiara was really enjoying herself. This fact made the wolf feel quite contented. Her mind flittered back to the bar as she recalled the image of Bradley, passed out on the floor. The wolf laughed out loud, running a paw through the pink fur atop her head. She had worked up a light sweat, and the little fox was audibly approaching climax, her moans and grunts increasing in volume and frequency.
"Fuck!!" the fox cried out loudly. A keen ripping sound intruded upon the air as the arctic fox's claws tore the sheets to ribbons beneath her. She thrashed about, gripping her fists tightly as the wolf continued to fuck her without pause. The fox continued to cry out, squealing as she climaxed.
Slowly, gradually, the fox's voice trailed off, ultimately fading away as she panted. She moaned lightly as Cheryl slid the member out of the fox slowly. The fox shuddered as the head of the imitation dick popped out of her pussy. Cheryl was winded, but far from exhausted. She grabbed the fox tenderly, spinning her about so that she lay face up.
"Sit up, babe," she instructed, helping the fox into a sitting position. Kiara, still struggling to catch her breath, rose to her knees. Cheryl grabbed her softly by the shoulders and pulled her in towards the edge of the bed; Kiara giggled softly as her knees slid across the sheets. Finally, Cheryl brought the fox in close, thrusting out her hips a bit so that the head of the dildo came to rest upon the fox's muzzle. "Say 'Aaah,' sweetie," she commanded softly. Wagging her tail about happily, the arctic fox opened wide, welcoming the member as it was slid down her throat. She gagged lightly, shutting her eyes and lapping at her own juices. As the young fox performed fellatio, the wolf brought a thumbclaw up under the fox's muzzle, tilting her chin slightly and prompting the fox to look up into her eyes. "Good girl," the wolf mused, grinning mischievously.
"Mmm..." the fox mused, withdrawing from the member and licking her chops.
"So tell me, sweetie," the wolf inquired, "how do you taste?"
"Yummy..." the fox replied, smiling.
"I think I'll try some, myself..."
The wolf knelt down and brought her muzzle in towards the fox's crotch. Kiara clapped her hands together excitedly as the wolf proceeded to bury her long, strong canine tongue deep into the fox's womanhood. Kiara dropped her paws to her sides as her big blue eyes rolled backwards into her skull. The feelings of pleasure were quite literally breathtaking; Cheryl obviously knew what she was doing. Her tongue danced about deftly and precisely, seeking out the fox's clit and toying with it playfully.
"Cheryl..." the fox moaned. The wolf slowed her invasive tongue bath, raising her eyes to meet Kiara's. The fox was blushing hard. "I need you inside of me."
"So soon, babe?"
"Please..." the fox replied quickly, practically cutting off the wolf. She was trembling, a look of mild fear deep in her cool blue eyes. She needed it desperately. The wolf beamed Kiara an understanding smile, and proceeded to remove her muzzle without licking her chops. She quickly leaned in and wrapped her lips around Kiara's. The arctic fox's eyes widened in surprise. Moments later, the fox was shutting her eyes softly, returning the kiss passionately. The two shared a deep french kiss for nearly a minute, each moaning softly as their tongues wrestled gently. Kiara feels two strong paws slide beneath her, one under each thigh.
"Ohh..." the fox moaned girlishly, as she was lifted up into the air by the stronger animal. She blushed hard, looking submissively into Cheryl's eyes as the wolf pulled away from the kiss. The fox lightly lapped at the larger canine's lips as she withdrew, lapping up her own feminine juices from the earlier tongue bath.
Slowly, Cheryl lowered the arctic fox down overtop the head of the dildo. Kiara wrapped her legs eagerly around the toned waist of the gray fox. Kiara blushed hard as she looked into Cheryl's deep golden eyes with a look of submissive adoration. The strength within the young wolf's muscles made the fox feel warm all over. Slowly, Kiara felt her pussy lips parted by the large head of the dildo.
"Ohhhh..." she moaned lovingly, wrapping her slender arms around Cheryl's neck and lying her muzzle upon the wolf's broad, slender shoulder. Cheryl backed the two up aways from the bed where they would have more room. With a firm but tender grip, the wolf's paws grasped the young fox by the upper thighs and slowly began to pump the smaller animal up and down on the eight inch shaft. "Ohh... Cheryl..." the fox said softly and lovingly as she snuggled in close. She was incredibly content at that moment in the strong caring arms of this woman who had been her protector, her mentor.
"You like that, sweetie?" the wolf inquired maternally. She felt the fur of the fox's muzzle on her neck as she nodded softly.
"You're so good, Cheryl... I never knew it could be so good."
"Naughty little girl" the wolf replied playfully. The fox blushed from behind Cheryl's shoulder. Suddenly, the wolf grinned wide and began to fuck the fox harder and faster. Kiara moaned in sheer submissive ecstasy as the larger animal fucked her deeply and dominantly for several minutes. The fox squealed, approaching climax.
"Ya gonna cum for mommy, sweetie?"
"Mmmyeahh..." the fox replied longingly, nodding rapidly upon her friend's soft shoulder as she bit her lip and blushed hard. "Oh god... oh... Cheryl... fuck that furry little snatch!" the fox cried out, approaching a ferocious orgasm.
"Gonna cum for mommy?"
"Yes! Fuck me harder!"
The wolf complied, fucking the small animal with as much force and speed as she could possibly muster. The fox cried out tremendously, her voice ripping through the room as she longingly shouted out her friend's name. The wolf continued to jackhammer fuck the small arctic fox for as long as she could manage, carrying the fox through the violent climax, during which Kiara raked her claws, reflexively, scratching at the wolf's flesh about her shoulders. Eventually, they both breathed heavily, staggering backwards toward the bed.
They collapsed upon the bed, breathing rapidly. The dick slid out of the fox as she rolled over, coming to rest on her back next to Cheryl. The wolf threw an arm around the smaller animal's shoulder as they lay there, struggling to catch their breath for several minutes.
"I..." the fox stammered, blushing just a bit. "I want to get you off, too, Cheryl..." she went on, exhausted.
"Sweetie," the wolf panted, "that's really not necessary. Tonight is your night," she finished with a smile.
"No, I insist," the fox replied, slipping under the covers and moving about so that she came to rest between her friend's legs. She fumbled about for several seconds, finally managing to remove the harness and strapped on dildo. Tired but eager, Kiara dove muzzle-first into her friend's pussy. She licked and lapped the best she could, her tongue tenderly caressing her friend's cunt. The wolf moaned softly. Kiara paused for a moment, coughing just a bit, and panting breathlessly.
"Come to bed, babe," the wolf insisted with a smile.
"Sorry," the fox replied, crawling out from under the covers shyly. She snuggled up next to the larger animal, blushing.
"Don't take this the wrong way, sweetie, but you could really use some practice."
"Sounds fun," the fox replied happily. The moment was interrupted by a loud beeping noise as Cheryl's beeper went off once more. The wolf sighed, frustrated, and rolled out of bed to check the pager.
"Guess who," she muttered softly under her breath. "I'll be right back, 'kay sweetie?"
"Don't be long," the fox replied. The wolf scampered off to retrieve her cell phone. Returning to the bedroom, she dialed Bradley. Kiara could hear Cheryl's end of the conversation clearly.
"Calm down, I'll ask her," said the wolf into the phone. "Kiara," she called out. The fox eagerly locked eyes with Cheryl, smiling happily. "It's Bradley. I told him you were here, and he wants to come over to see you." Kiara giggled, shaking her head rapidly. Cheryl shrugged, smiling. "Sorry, Bradley..." the wolf went on. A brief pause. "Yeah well I'm sure you'll live," she mused.
"Cheryl?" came the fox's sweet voice from over on the bed.
"Oh, hold on a sec, Bradley," she said into the phone before turning her attention to the fox.
"Come back to bed," Kiara pleaded with a playful pout. Cheryl smiled widely, returning the phone to her ear.
"Sorry Bradley, that's a negative. Why don't you get some sleep, 'kay?" A pause. "...Goodbye, Bradley," Cheryl said, rolling her eyes as she turned the phone off and snapped it shut. She scampered playfully into bed, tossing the phone into a nearby drawer on her way, and crawled under the covers. She turned to face the fox and found that the smaller animal had brought the dildo and harness up from under the covers and was licking at it happily. Cheryl threw a strong, soft arm around the shoulders of the fox, who turned sideways and cuddled up against the soft, ample bosom of the gray wolf. It was warm and cozy, and she slowly began to drift off, her tongue still lightly licking at the tip of the dildo as she basked in Cheryl's body heat.
"Like I was saying," said Cheryl, "plenty of time to practice... I know for a fact that you're not on the schedule tomorrow, and I want you to stay for as long as you'd like." she continued happily.
"Are you working tomorrow?" the fox asked sleepily.
"Oh, I plan on working hard tomorrow," the wolf answered with a mischievous smile.
"When do you get off?" the fox asked, concerned.
"Just as soon as you wake up, sweetie," replied Cheryl playfully. The fox looked up at Cheryl with a puzzled look in her eyes. "I'll be workin'..." the wolf went on, "but not at the bar, babe. I'm on vacation," she finished with a playful smile. The fox smiled bashfully and shut her eyes, drifting off happily in Cheryl's arms.
I've been hard at work on the Ashley series, but I ran into a rough bit of writer's block. I figured what better way to get the creative juices flowing than by writing a steamy F/F yiff piece, so that's what I did. I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it... now I'm getting back to Ashley :)