I Saw Her Standing There
I Saw Her Standing There - By Salvar Fawkes
Named for The Beatle's song of the same name.
Author's Note: This is NOT FOR KIDDIES! Seriously, it'll mess you up if you're not prepared. If you are, fine, go ahead. If you find any errors, or have any questions, compliments, or constructive criticism, please e-mail me with name of the story in the subject line (filtering=safety). Thanks for reading!
(Yes, I did only spend about two days on this.)
I Saw Her Standing There
"Oh, I'm getting so hot under all these clothes!" the vixen across the room twittered, peeling off another layer, to the obvious delight of her boyfriend--and a few others on the dance floor. I stood in the corner, leaning against the wall, a detatched, sadistic smile spreading across my muzzle.
"Mmm... I can imagine," I thought to myself. Letting my thoughts wander, my sight slowly blurred to include nothing but the imagined vision of her already scant garments falling off. The bra, slipping slowly, seductively over the outline of a nipple, finally falling to the floor and leaving her breasts fully exposed, bare except for some russet fuzz. "Yes, that's it... just a little more...
Lost in dreamland, I wasn't aware of the effects my thougths were having. The elastic was stretching, pulling away from her fur, led by some unseen hand. Vaguely I could see her turn to look, but, before she saw anything extraordinary, I came back to reality and saw what I was doing. I instantly broke the bond, and her bra strap whipped back into place with a painful snap.
"Todd!" she squealed, playfully slapping her partner. "That hurt!" A bemused look crossed his face, and he was about to reply, but stopped when she snuggled closer to him.
I gave a relieved sigh and chided myself, turning my head away to prevent any further instances. My eyes swept lazily back and forth, looking for something interesting. Suddenly they stopped, staring towards the bar, where stood the most ravishing beauty I had ever seen. She looked young: her skunk form was delicately small--at least the first time I looked. When I shook my head and concentrated harder, I could see that she was actually fairly well built; it was only her timid look that made her seem weak. She stood nervously next to the door, relying on the bouncers to keep away all but the most determined suitors.
The way she looked was way beyond compare. Her fur was pure black, with a white stripe going perfectly down the center, so clean it seemed to glow. She was wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and a short skirt, which she kept nervously trying to bring lower. Her eyes were grey, with glints of gold, set in a delicately tapered muzzle. She licked her lips fretfully, showing me her sparkling white teeth, pointed to an almost cute sharpness. I studied the perfection of her small, elegant paws, as my own drew me irresistably toward her. Taking a second to consider the state of my own fur, I mentally shifted slightly, feeling all the hairs fall into place. I did a double-check, to see if everything was where it should be, and smiled. I knew I would have no trouble with her.
The body I had on at the moment was nothing short of stunning--as always. This one, though, was my particular favorite. A female skunk--I've always liked skunks, I think it's the smell--rather big for this species, but perfectly proportioned. Thick fur, black as night, but with a fiery orange stripe running down my back, instead of white. The only white on my body--my eyes were pure blue--was a large diamond surrounding my personal area, pointing up towards my chest. I like to keep everything the right size, so my breasts were not excessively big (but they are very bouncy, and delectably juicy, mmm...). The only exception to this rule is my bountiful pussy. I like to play rather exotically, and it helps to have a lot of... room.
I put on my most seductive sashay and headed for her. As I proceeded, I saw a determined alpha male wolf, about 10 feet away, going in the same direction. I moved my hand as if to brush him away, and he stopped. He looked around blankly for clues as to why he was walking that way, then turned and retreated. I gave a small chuckle, feeling superior. When I came within a few feet of the delectible creature, I quickly composed myself. Normally cool and confident, I was surprised to find that my heart was thumping loudly. It boomed so loud I was afraid others would hear it. I paid it no mind, and continued.
"May I have this dance, madam?" I said in my most genteel tone. She had seen me approach, and guessed at what I might be intending, but this surprised her.
"Wh-what?"
"I was asking if I could dance with you. May I?" I think my manner surprised her most, given that the only 'dance' going on was composed of bumping, grinding, rubbing, and general connecting of furry bodies. I'm sure there was at least one pair in the fray actually going at it, but nobody minded.
"Um... I, guess...?" Before she had said any more I dragged her into the center of the dance floor. The large amount of furs in such a small space forced our bodies together. I could feel her tits throught our shirts, and I'm sure she could feel mine. Both were hard.
Standing there, so close to her, made my feelings increase. I wanted her more than I've ever wanted anyone. I wanted to take her and bed her and keep her and live with her and never let anyone else have her. I think I was falling in love.
"Can love be such a selfish emotion?" I wondered to myself, as she began to get into the mood, thrashing her hair around and gyrating her hips against mine. I pulled my tail in close, just to be safe, and started stroking her sides. "How old are you?" I yelled breathlessly above the ruckus. She didn't take notice, so I yelled again. She turned her head up to mine, still moving wildly.
"Seventeen! Why?"
"Oh, no reason." "A minor, eh? This'll definitely be fun!"
"What?" she shouted, not hearing my reply. I silenced her with a noncommital wave of my paw, and she went back to dancing.
Grabbing her hips, I moved her to the side so that my thigh was between her legs, and hers between mine, and pulled us closer together. My leg brushed up against her mound--exactly what I was intending--and she squirmed. I held my leg where it was, waiting to see what she would do. Trembling slightly, she looked up at me doubtfully. When I gave her no response, she turned her eyes away and pulled herself up onto my thigh, almost sitting on top of it, and began to rub herself back and forth along it's length. I was wearing what looked like a one-piece bathing suit, with carefully planned tears in it, just teetering on the brink of revealing. My leg was bare, and I could feel her silk panties sliding smoothly over my fur. As I held her tight, I felt her begin to get very wet. It was love at first grope.
I leaned down close to her ear. "Wanna get out of here?" She was already too turned on to do anything but nod in agreement. I pushed towards the clearest space I saw, pulling her with me. She clung like a child, stroking me, trying to feel every inch of me. "Piece of cake," I commented to myself, finally bringing us into the clear. I tried to get her to walk on her own, but she wouldn't let go of me. I was forced to walk out, trying to hide the fact that I had another female passionately groping me, and suckling my nipple through my outfit. On the way out I grabbed my jacket and draped it over my front, hiding her somewhat. Hailing a cab, I slipped the driver a fin, imploring him not to have seen anything. He turned back around and asked for a destination, not looking at us.
As we drove to the nearest hotel, I tried to calm her down, but it was no use. She was all over me, tearing through my top and pulling her head under, sucking madly on my supple breasts. Unable to bear the pleasure, I fell back, lying across the whole backseat, and she climbed on top of me. I shook, gripping the sides of the seat, feeling the tender flesh of her mouth and her soft tongue milking my hard nipple. I was thrusting upward at her, making the motions of lovemaking, even though there wasn't anything to thrust against. Feeling my movements, she reached down to pleasure me with her little furry paw.
Just then the cab driver stopped in front of a rather seedy hotel. I reached above my head and opened the door, trying to crawl out before my catch could pull me back in, and covering my exposed breasts with my jacket. She got out and I closed the door. Throwing the driver a twenty, I rushed her into the 'lobby.'
The rat behind the desk gave us a sleazy smile, scratching himself lazily before getting up to take my money. He showed not the least surprise at her age or our state of dress. Working in this place, he's seen it all a thousand times before. He tossed me a key, and I hurried up to our room.
The minute we entered the room, she was all over me, even more than before, if possible. She tackled me from behind onto the floor and tore off my clothes. I was only able to kick the door shut before she tossed me naked onto the bed with surprising ease. This was quite a change from the timid creature I had led onto the dance floor! I was liking the change.
I turned over to lie on my back, legs spread, while she approached meanacingly. "I think I love you,... and I don't even know your name!" My words didn't stop her. She smiled sadistically when I proclaimed my love, and kept advancing.
I lay still, physically frightened, while she leaned over me, face to face. "You can call me Mistress," was all she said, before she layed into me. I closed my eyes as she forcefully shoved her knee into my groin, pushing it in to the ankle. Shocked at how much I had stretched without any pain, I moaned at the supreme pleasure. She pulled it out just as quickly, and I felt my cunt return to it's normal size. With a start, I realized that this was not my magic.
I struggled to get away, but found my arms and legs bound to the bed by a powerful, invisible force. My mind lashed out to break the bonds, but the full force of my power only rebounded, stunning me. She laughed deeply, taking great pleasure in watching my futile efforts. She spoke to me, and her voice, though sounding the same, carried with it a great power, and I knew I had no hope of escaping.
"You came to my bait faster than I thought you would, skunk. I really must thank you; I thought this would be much harder."
I cringed, expecting the worst, and knowing I could do nothing to stop it. Deciding that it was better to do something than nothing, I spoke up in the meekest tone I could muster. "What do you plan to do with me?"
"Oh, nothing, my little tidbit. I just wanted to see how you make your body so ravishing." She began to inspect my body carefully, with no regard for any sort of dignity. She scrutinized my ears, my pads, my breasts (although she had already had a look at those), and my coat. Prying open my mouth, she took a careful look inside and a light lick, studying how I tasted. She did the same to my pussy, feeling how big it was, and savoring the taste of it. After this, she stopped.
"Can that be it?" she wondered out loud, sniffing the air. The scent caught her nose, and she sniffed again. "Hmm... That's it. You've got an awful lot of pheromones floating about, my dear." She took one more close look at my large folds, and nodded conclusively. "The size of it must spread the scent better."
I sighed in relief. "You have what you want, now, so please leave me in peace." She looked up, surprised to hear me speak up, and corrected me.
"Oh no, not yet! I've only just found it. I have yet to take it." Her words chilled me. How did she plan to take anything?
Trembling with fear, I watched her lay down at the other end of the bed, her feet facing mine, and both our legs spread. I was only able to move my head, which I raised up to watch what she was doing. The folds of her labia were quivering slightly, and it was a few moments before I realized what was happening. I could see them start to swell, slowly enlarging outward. The weight of the added flesh pulled it downward, sagging open to leave a large opening visible. I watched it grow until it seemed... "It looks almost large enought for... no..."
I quickly pulled my head back down, trying to sink it into the mattress below me. Just contemplating such an occurrence was unthinkable. I considered fighting for my life, in one last valiant effort, but her words quelled that thought. "I don't want to hurt you. If you don't resist, little skunky, it won't be painful. Just think of it as your last, most erotic, experience."
I knew what she said was true, and fighting back wouldn't gain me anything, but I still wasn't ready to give up. With tears in my eyes, I made one last plea. "I don't want it to be my last. I don't want to die! Please, Mistress, let me live! I will serve you for the rest of my life, if only you let me keep it!" She sighed resignedly.
"I'm sorry, but I'm still going to do it." As an afterthought, she touched my foot. "Here..." I felt my world soften and blur, and I felt happy. All thoughts of the consequences of this night were banished from my mind, and I looked forward to what was to come. I felt a profound love for my Mistress, and I longed to please her. Right now I knew I could do that best by lying still and enjoying it.
I felt something hot and wet lapping at my paws, like the first step into a bubbling jacuzzi. The warmth moved up and over my paws with no trouble, squeezing lightly, reassuringly, on my ankles. My toes delved deeper into her as I moved downward, and the softest, warmest touch I had ever felt slid up my legs. I smiled, feeling priviledged that such pleasure should be imparted to me. Her muscles moved in a gently peristalsis that set my fur on end with excitement as it drew me down into her. I was being swallowed, and I loved it.
The whole inner surface of her vagina was slick and soft, more tender than the gentlest caress of a lover. It was an experience like no other, at once giddy and grave. I laughed out loud to myself at the absurdity of it all, as her feminine organ pulled me inside her. I saw my own pussy about to be engulfed, and I moved my hand down to excite it while I still could. Seconds after I had reached it, my hand was swallowed up, and her powerful muscles pressed it deep inside of me. I moved it as much as I could, forgetting time and place, concentrating only on pleasuring myself as she reached my waist, then my chest.
I took one last look at my breasts before they disappeared under the folds of her labia. I was now up to my neck in pussy for the first and last time, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. She paused for a moment, staring at me reflectively. After reaching a decision, she bent down and kissed my lips tenderly. It was the sweetest touch I had ever felt.
"I'm half sorry I didn't keep you. You would have made a good slave." I blushed with the praise, and my heart went out to my Mistress even more. That was the last thing I heard before my world was plunged into darkness.
All around me it was dark. There was no light to see by, and no room to open my eyes without being deluged by her fluids, but it seemed that I could feel the colors along with the other sensations. I felt the slick, rubbery flesh pulsing all around me, and I heard her heartbeat pulsing along with it. It's gentle movements continued to coerce me deeper, her tender flesh seeming to flow backwards over me, instead of me going through it. As I went deeper, her muscle contractions were stronger, more insistent. I felt no pain, but I felt the pressure increase. Soon, I heard a snapping sound as my ribcage broke, yet I still felt nothing but love.
It became hotter, too, as I was swallowed deeper. The wet heat surrounded me, cutting off all air. The fierce tightening of her vaginal tract slipped me along faster, and it was hardly a moment before I felt myself enter her womb. All direction lost, I tumbled inside her, until a sudding tightening locked me in place. The air loss was beginning to dull my senses, but I still felt no pain. There was little I could feel now... searing heat, crushing convulsions, and her vaginal juices all labored to dissolve me into her, to make me become part of her. I wanted to do it. I wanted to become part of my Mistress.
My last thought, as my world faded to nothing, was of how lucky I was. This is what they say we all unconsciously desire, isn't it? A return to the womb? It looks like I'm the one to finally fulfill that lifelong desire...
The younger skunk lay back on the bed, relaxed, full. The initial strain of so much inside her had subsided, and she prepared to sleep, while she finished digesting a satisfying meal. Life was good.