Mated by his Cheetah
*This is a short and deliciously sweet story commissioned by The Mysterious Guy. That's not actually his name, but he asked me to keep his details veiled because...well, you never know what might happen with these ninjas layin' around and climbin' to your windows! *
*Anyway, should you choose to read this story, you will be treated with an overload amount of cuddly moments and fluffy hugs. Featuring a young boy whose dream literally comes true, this story deals with both the carefree innocence of youth and the spicy experiments of discovering the pleasurable things in life. Expect There will be a bit of messy oral along the way, and if you last until the end, you will be treated with a cheetah-sized mating that may or may not involve the penetration of a certain area of a male's anatomy. *
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Chance turned the page of his fine magazine and gazed upon lions in different postures.
"Lazy." He turned the page. More lions. This one was a hunt. Two males clung onto the back of a buffalo while three females drove back the enraged herd.
"Bloody," the boy whispered as a shudder ran through him. He turned another page.
His eyes widened, and a gasp escaped his half-parted mouth.
"CHEETAHS!" Chance yelped. He dug his face into the glazed pages, drinking in every detail. The spots were beautiful with their chaotic, yet somehow organized patterns, and the lines trailing down on each side of their muzzle fascinated him. He traced a finger down a snarling cheetah's head until he reached the nose, leaned his head further, and kissed the cold, smooth page.
"Bootiful. You're bootiful," the boy pointed to one lounging cat, and then the other. "And you're the best!" he shouted at a mother with cubs. He kissed each of them before squinting his eyes to read the information.
"Cheetahs live on the plains...blah blah blah.... Yes, I know this," Chance flipped page after page. His love for cats and thirst for knowledge allowed him to devour every book he had on these magnificent predators. They practically filled his room! Plushies on the bed, paintings and pictures hanging on every wall, and plenty of figures and statues to decorate his desk.
Still, amidst this feline felicity, Chance wished for more. Like any young boy, he had plenty of dreams and desires.
"I'll read later," he closed the book with a thud and jumped on the bed, grabbing one of his bigger cheetahs. He played with its soft, squishy paws and tugged on a whisker with his lips.
"Wish you were alive," he moaned sullenly and hugged the warm fluffy thing tight against his chest. "We could play all day. Run around the fields, hunt each other, hug," he squeezed the plushy for all its worth to fight back tears. "I just wish you were alive..."
He held close to that dream for years, fantasizing about running with his beloved felines. Most of the times, he was a cat himself. Chance admired their grace and abilities and disliked his weak, clumsy body. He already had more scars than the other kids thanks to his adventures in the fields and climbing Ma's trees.
"Chance!"
Father's voice washed away his fantasies. Once again, Chance visualized himself in a cheetah family, snuggling with the other cubs in the hot sun of the afternoon.
"Chance! I ain't calling you again!"
Chance opened his mahogany eyes and grumbled. "Yes dad," he said to himself before shouting back through the open window. "What?"
"Come down here," his father gestured towards his van. "Got something to show ya!"
Excitement rushed through his limbs. With a big grin on his fair face, Chance threw the plush cheetah on the bed and slammed the door open. He climbed down the stairs too quickly for Ma's comfort. She shouted something, but Chance had no ears for it. He ran through the main hall and opened the main door. His dark hair flew in the wind and his spindly legs carried him like the breeze, stirring a cloud of dust behind the snarling felines.
"Sohryy!" Chance mewled to his feline friends. He always greeted them, but father had a surprise. A big one! He always laughed and clasped his hands behind his back when he prepared a surprise!
"Wh-what is it?" Chance said, hands posted behind his neck, panting.
"What do you think?"
"A cheetah!" the boy answered immediately.
Dad smiled and opened his broad arms. Chance hugged him hard, squeaking with excitement. "What is? What is? Tell meeee."
"Lets find out, my fierce lion!" Father's merry laugh made Chance even more excited. He ran on the back of the van and jumped to reach the handle. Dad put his hand around the handle, pushed the button, then pulled towards him. Deep in the back was a small cage with-
"A CHEETAH!" Chance stumbled inside. He crawled towards the scaredy kitty, eyes wide with amazement. The cub shivered, pupils wide as two beads of charcoal. It spat and lashed out with a paw, warding off the excited boy.
"Don't scare it too bad, lad. We just came back from the vet."
Chance nodded quickly. "And he's healthy?" He certainly looked so!
"Yep. As healthy as a cub can be."
Chance took a couple more moments to stare at his cub. A live cheetah. A REAL cheetah. He wanted to touch and squeeze him like he squeezed his other cubs, but he stiffened the urge. Young cubs were sensitive and weary of bigger predators. The book said so, and it was never wrong. Still, Chance couldn't help to reach forward with a finger to test the cat's reaction. Drawing back, the cub mewled, revealing a pair of tiny fangs.
"So cool!'
"He's a bit shaken, but we'll take care of him."
Chance turned around and jumped in his father's arms. "You're the best dad!"
"Heh heh." A large hand ruffled the boy's black hair. "A ranger found him without his mother, and you know our duty."
"We give home to the homeless."
"And?" father asked.
"Give hope to the hopeless," Chance said.
"And?"
"We treat and love them equally!"
"That's not how it went, but it's close!"
Chance was lifted high into the air with a joyful shrill. He caught a good view of his modest home, surrounded by the three huge enclosures where his felines dwelled. "But I'll forgive you this time."
Chance laughed when he was lowered back to the ground. Together, they walked home, sharing words and laughs along the way.
"How long until we free him?"
"A couple weeks," father answered. "Once he gets adjusted to our presence, you can feed and play with him all you want."
"YES! Awesome!" Chance hugged his father's bulky arm. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
"Thank me when he'll bite you!"
"Ah, he'll never do that," Chance shook his head. "I'll love him with all my heart. As you and Ma love each other."
"Heh, heh. We do, son. We do..."
"And I'll also play with him all day. Aaaaall the time!'
"And what else will you do?"
Chance licked his dry lips and started recounting his tales. He was so excited and happy, he talked all the way through lunch. He told his parents every dream and fantasy he had, and they answered back with loving smiles and funny jokes. When he finished his story, Chance finally grabbed a bite. Steak was his favorite, and he was dying to share it with his new, spotted friend.
Days turned to weeks, and weeks morphed into months. Chance was overjoyed when he first made contact with his cheetah. He named him Spots in honor of his coat and fed him two times each day. He was scared at first, but Chance knew patience and understanding. He put his dreams and desires into a box and turned the key one day at a time until the scaredy cub became a true friend.
Chance spent every waking minute of his life with him. They ate together, studied together, and played from dusk until dawn. At first Spots pooped and peed inside the house, and Ma got rather angry, but father and Chance cleaned the mess and made everything right. Chance never realized how quickly time passed until his friend grew from a wee cub into a big, fluffy, fearsome juvenile that ate more than his whole family combined. His claws got a bit longer and his teeth slightly larger, but he was still the same old Spots, and Chance loved him.
He loved him so much he remained home instead of going to school, and played with Spots instead of meeting other kids. The sanctuary was his life, and he shouted and screamed at his parents until they understood. Homework became bigger and boring things had to be learned -like math, geography and other drab stuff- but Chance was happy this way. Nothing changed. Not even his dreams.
A year and a half later, Chance woke up in the same cheetah bed, hugging the same cheetah plushies, with only the small difference. Extra weight draped over his body, and a rough tongue licking all over his face.
"Spots, staaahp!" Chance's words became a slur when the cheetah's tongue dashed over his lips. It almost entered his mouth, if he didn't push the lovely beast aside. With both hands wrapped around the cat's neck, Chance struggled to contain the beast.
"I'm awake. You can stop. Licking. Meeee!"
He didn't. With a heartfelt purr, the cheetah dropped his lithe bulk on the bed and attacked Chance with more vigorous tongue strokes. Eyes closed and lips sealed, the boy endured the merciless assault. It was so warm and soggy, and he had to struggle not to laugh.
"Sp-spots!" he said between the nipping of teeth. "Down. Get down!"
As if he was a dog. Chance wrapped both arms around the feline and rolled to the side in a wrap of blanket, plushies, and purring cheetah. Spots yelped and kicked, but soon found himself trapped. He looked at chance with those shining amber eyes of his and opened his mouth for another lick.
"Hihi," the boy pressed a hand against the cold nose. "We'll groom after breakfast."
He chirped once.
"Promise!" Chance hugged him. He was warm. So warm. And his moist licks felt delightful around the boy's ears. Chance pushed the kitty away before the fit of laughter overcame him and slipped free of the blanket. As soon as he left the bed, Spots followed, rubbing affectionately around Chance. He tripped him several times during his walk to the wardrobe, but Chance didn't mind. He loved his friend with all his goofiness and affection he offered.
"After we eat, we play," he lifted one finger. "And then we run around the fields," two fingers. "Remind me to grab water, napkins, and yummies," a third finger followed, then the fourth and the fifth. "And when we return, maybe we'll go on a quest! An adventure, just for the two of us!"
Chance turned away from the drawer with a pile of clothes held to his chest. "What do you say?"
Spots chirped happily, then jumped, wrapping his forepaws around the boy's neck. He was too big, and too heavy. Chance met the ground with a groan, enjoying another session of grooming before dressing. Spots always poked his nose between his legs, earning the usual "no". Father said cheetahs were like dogs, and dogs did that a lot.
"No Spots!" Chance hissed. He hated slapping his friend, and he hated feeling stiff and hard between his legs. It happened since last year, but he never worked the courage to speak to Ma or father about it.
"It's too embarrassing, but..." he pet the cheetah. "Maybe you understand. That's why you want to groom me there."
Spots pushed his flared nostrils against the boy's underwear. Chance allowed him a brief sniff, slapping his ears when the cat's tongue washed over it.
"Gross! Don't do that, Spots!"
The cat retreated on the bed, mewling sadly. That cute noise and his twitching ears melted Chance's resolve in an instant. "Aww. I didn't mean to hurt you. Sohrry!"
He waved to his cheetah to approach. When he did, he hugged him with all his might, spending a few precious seconds before getting properly dressed. Spots rarely stood still. He licked Chance's fingers and mewled, demanding attention.
"Stop that, or no meat!" Chance yelled. His cheetah finally drew back with his own yelp, tail curling around his front legs as he sat on his haunches. "Good boy," he earned a pat on the head. "Come now. Adventure awaaaits!" Chance charged down the stairs like a true US marine. Spots darted ahead of him, like always, and ate the quickest. Despite the protests coming from his parents, Chance fed his whole bacon to his trusty cheetah.
"He asked me for it!" he lashed back at his pestering mother.
"Cheetahs cannot talk, dear," Ma said, stirring her pan. "They speak cat language."
"But I said I understand it!"
"Mhm," she nodded. "You spend more time with him, so..."
"Go out and waste some of that energy, son," father said, sipping his coffee. "I'll do the dishes."
Chance beamed. He called Spots and out he went, not bothering to enlighten his parents yet again with his knowledge of Cat. The felines of his sanctuary were very quiet this morning. No roars came from the lions, and the leopards still dozed up in their trees.
"Slackers. That's why I don't like them," he ruffled his friend's head as they walked side by side on the large path. "Cheetahs are the best. Father is working reaaally hard to find you a playmate."
Spots flicked his tail, brushing the fluffy thing against Chance's legs. His giggle turned to laughter under the tantalizing tickling. He liked every part of Spots, but the tail and paws were his favorite. Both were silky and delightfully smooth.
"Race you to Ma's trees!" Chance dashed ahead. He breathed quickly to maintain his pace, and pushed himself as hard as he could in a storm of dust and huffs. Spots darted ahead at a meager pace and still managed to outrun him. Chance crashed at the base of a tree, dragging the cat's head to his lap.
"Haaah! Almost got you"
Spots dropped on his side, running the soft pads of a paw along the boy's arm.
"You're fast, but...there are still more games to be played."
Once both were rested, Chance led the way towards the golden fields, a mass of greeneries and other plants native to the region. It was his favorite place to play by far. Away from the house to feel alone and secluded, and close enough to feel safe.
"Remember when we first played here?" He asked spots, who walked just ahead of him. "You were so small and playful. And you bit me, right there!" Chance pointed in a random direction. Spots chanced a look, lifted his tail, and marked a patch of grasses. His gender was a lot more obvious when doing that. Chance squinted, focusing his gaze on the strange pouch dangling below the cat's bottom. Chance had similar equipment too, but mother never told him why genders were different down there.
"With us, it matters. Girl and boy look different, but all cats look the same," Chance said, suddenly feeling very smart. "Don't you agree, Spots?"
No answer came. Chance pulled the cat's tail, starting another game of catch the feline by the tail. He grabbed Spot's multiple times before the cheetah loosened his strides, vanishing into the thick grasses.
"You'll come back," the boy kicked some grasses and bent them to make a semblance of a nest. "You always do."
He was slightly pissed. He loved Spots so much, and now he left! Huffing like a lion after a chase, Chance dropped on the ground and pinched one finger at a time. He counted to sixty five before spots broke through the foliage. With a loud purr, the silky feline rubbed its cheek on the boy's neck, buying forgiveness with licks and nuzzling.
"I can never hate you, Spots," Chance hugged his neck in a loving embrace. "You know that."
He dropped on his back with a soft chirp.
Chance smiled. He worked both hands down the feline's thick furred neck, tracing down the muscular chest. It rose up and down, steady with its breathing. Chance lingered near the front limbs, tickling the warm pads of his paws before giving that belly a thorough rub. Spots loved it! He kicked his legs playfully and chirped heartily. Chance too joined in the fun, giggling until he sighted something between the feline's flanks.
"Uh-oh." It was red and pointy, emerging from Spot's gender. "Did-did you get hurt?" Chance asked quietly, pushing the feline's hind paws away to get a better view. Spots lashed his tail, and the protrusion moved!
Chance drew back with a gasp. He never saw such a strange wound. He calmed Spots with more belly rubs, then leaned over to take a closer look. The fleshy ridge had something on it. Small needles, climbing up the thicker base all the way to the small hole in the middle. Chance's jaw grew tight. He noticed the soft movement rushing through it. It was like...a throb!
"It's so red and raw!" he exclaimed. "Hold on, Spots. I'll try to heal you," he gently moved three cupping fingers to grip the painful wound.
Spots chirped, and Chance winced. It was warm, and wet! Wounds like this could get infected pretty fast. He pushed gently, trying to make it subside before Spots pushed his head under the boy's inquisitive hand. Flicking his tongue, he licked over his problematic wound, purring the same, happy sound.
"Aww Spots. Doesn't it hurt?"
He gave no indication he was in pain. With broad strokes of tongue he licked, purring heartily. Then the shivers came. Chance touched his friend's flanks, feeling the ripples underneath. "Stop!" he yelled, tapping his cat's flank. "You're making it worse!"
The cheetah didn't. His tail straightened and his limbs jerked as he pushed the wound against his tongue. Chance blinked, frowning. He swore he saw something flying out of the exposed flesh, but he wasn't sure. Spots kept licking at it until the growth started to subside. It literally disappeared back into the strange pouch.
"Wow," Chance said with amazement. "You made it disappear!"
Spots rumbled happily and tackled Chance with a paw. He fell with a scream, gripping the feline's fluffy head and applying hearty rubs. They wrestled for a bit, pushing and grabbing at each other with everything they had. Pinned underneath, Chance fought for control. It was like back in the old days, until Spots started rubbing strangely along his legs.
"Spots, what are you-"
He chirped, licking over Chance's lips. The boy spat and pushed the cat away. He relented quite easily, dropping on his back with a long yowl. Chance immediately knew why. Below a raised flank, something throbbed.
The wound. It returned!
"Wha- it came back!" Chance exclaimed. With all limbs hoisted in the air, spots licked his muzzle, keeping that pink tongue of his dangling between canines. "And now you want me to fix it, eh? Lazy bastard!"
Rubbing the feline's belly like before, Chance approached the protrusion. He sniffed around, smelling only the cheetah's natural scent along with a faint metallic tinge. Emulating spots, Chance opened his mouth and touched the wound with the tip of his tongue. Spots chirped softly, legs twitching.
"Just wait!" Chance hissed. He licked again, feeling the strange warmth of this bizarre flesh. It felt like a wound and tasted like one too. Taking the whole length in his mouth, he suckled on it, just like father told him to suck on his own wounds.
Spots yelped. Before Chance could react, the cheetah mounted a desperate thrust, forcing his wound deeper into his throat. Hot jets left it, splashing against Chance's tongue and throat. What just happened? By instinct, he swallowed the strange spit, feeling his lips tingle with the quickness of the thrusts.
"Ghloah!" the boy coughed, spitting some of the excess fluids. "You bled?" He saw no traces of blood around the cheetah's soggy fur. "What did you do?"
Spots didn't answer as he groomed his privates. Chance swirled his tongue inside his mouth, making a wry face as he approached again, touching the cheetah's pouch. That had to do with it somehow. Two soft spheres rested underneath, serving an unknown purpose.
"Whatever. It's fixed now," Chance grumbled and dropped next to his cat. "Once we rest, we can go back to playing. Right? Right?"
Spots didn't wait too long. He was on his fours in an instant, assuming dominant position. Like before, he rubbed himself against Chance. Unlike before, he got aggressive. He constantly nipped and chirped, trying to force the boy on his back.
Chance didn't relent. He shoved and pushed, earning a few soft bites. It was when Spot's claws drew blood along an arm that Chance became slightly afraid. He had to get up. One hand pushed at the ground. Then a leg. And another...
Only to fall again with the cheetah's weight upon his back. "Spots!" Chance yelled as his friend continued that strange rubbing. "Please stop. What are you-"
A warm, toothy grip founds its way around Chance's nape. The boy yelped in terror at the unexpected pressure. It wasn't painful, but the fright made his heart pound and his hands shake. With quick, determined pushes, spots thrust into his partner, yowling a cry that almost deafened the boy.
Then he got off. Chance rolled on his back, panting and crying with fright. He even wet himself! "Never!" he slapped Spots. "Never do that again!"
Yelping, the cheetah darted away. He paced around the boy, yipping softly. He almost cried with him, the poor kitty. Realizing how sorry his friend was, Chance allowed the cheetah to approach. They shared a quick, warm hug before Spots pushed his nose closer to the wet spot.
"Leave it," Chance said. "I'll clean it later."
Spots licked, and chance gasped. He didn't realize what happened until his hairs stood on end.
"Wha-"
Another lick came. The same warm shiver coursed through Chance, making his jaw tight and his crotch tighter. "It's strange," he grabbed the cat's head. "Stop. Please."
But when did Spots ever listen? He used his superior strength to push into Chance's groin and his moist tongue to trigger that horribly pleasurable sensation.
"W-wai-wait wait wait," Chance shielded his privates. "I know you want to clean me, but this is-"
Spots pawed and nibbled insistently, offering no relief. Rolling his eyes, Chance conceded.
"Ok, I'll let you do it. Jeez." He didn't want to expose himself like that, but that feeling. Wow! It felt so good!
Chance pulled his pants down...
...and almost screamed when that warm, blissful tongue touched his hard penis. The roughness of it sent a tremor along his spine, making his vision flicker. Chance spread his trembling legs and squeezed his eyes shut. Whatever happened, this bizarre pleasure was too much to bear. A warmth rose from deep within, strange and consuming.
Then another lick followed. And another. Chance muffled a scream. His jaw was too tight to budge, and tears welled in his eyes. Never had he felt something so deep and intense. The fiery sensation climbed across his hardened penis, as if ready to burst.
"Nghhhh aghhhhh!" Chance screamed. He didn't want to let it out. He was too afraid to. What happened if-
The next lick slid across his shaft, rubbing against his oversensitive head. That warm roughness melted any hope of resistance. With a ferocious snarl, Chance surrendered to the raging spasms. Warm liquid shot out of his very being, pumping so hard and so fast! It felt almost like peeing, but a lot more intense and strange! Chance clenched his fists and kicked, squirming until the fire finally fled his body.
He opened his eyes to see Spots's looming head. Several milky strings wet his muzzle and dripped from his nose, quickly licked by his dexterous tongue.
"What...happened?" Chance got several licks across the head. Spots always did that when he felt punished. It was quite normal, considering everyone used water to punish the feisty felines, and right now Spots had a lot of strange water splashed across his face! Chance rubbed it away. It felt weird and sticky. When he looked at his penis, he knew why. Sticky ooze covered his tip, dripping around the small shaft.
"Oh no...I peed?" It certainly seemed so. Spots moved in to clean the mess. Chance didn't' stop him. A few tongues later, everything was like before, minus that strange blackening sensation he experienced earlier.
"We'll never tell my parents, right?" He ruffled his cat's neck.
Spots chirped happily.
"Good boy. Now let's play some more!"
They ran, wrestled and explored until their food supplies dwindled and the morning sun became harder to bear. Chance returned just in time for lunch. He and spots ate steak and roamed around the house until sunset. That was when Ma and father had to leave for their friend's anniversary.
"Lock the door and stay safe, ok?" They asked at the same time.
"Yes yes," Chance said. "I won't hunt for treasures after nightfall."
"Alright honey. Have fun!"
"Take care, champ. Play with the kitteh!" father said, pointing in that cool way of his.
Chance smiled and nodded thrice. "Yep. We'll play!"
Once his parents went to their car, Chance rushed upstairs. He remembered reading something about that strange rubbing Spots did in the fields. Flipping through his books, he picked the "Animal Anatomy for Newbies" and turned the pages until he found the "reproduction" section. That never interested him. What animals had under their tail was their business, but not any longer.
"Looks like yours," Chance touched a leopard's pouch, eyes squinting with the effort of reading. Licking his lips, Chance devoured paragraph after paragraph until his eyes grew wide and his mouth wider.
"What?!" He yelled. Spots placed both paws on the desk, approaching his inquisitive nose.
"Wait wait wait," Chance said quickly. "This...mating thing talks about that rubbing. Cats...do that when they love each other very much!" He looked at spots."But...I'm not a cat. I love you as a frien-"
A moist tongue stroke stopped the boy's flow of words. He licked his lips, tasting the flavorless saliva.
"Do you love me that much, Spots?" Chance whispered, leaning closer towards his pet. With a happy chirp, Spots licked him again.
Chance squealed. He hugged his friend, whispering soft praise between shaky breaths. "I love you too! I love you so much!" he buried his hands in the cheetah's nape, stroking the silky fur. "You're my best friend, and..." Chance drew back to gaze into the cat's flaming eyes.
"I want to mate with you, like the book says, because... I love you!" He kissed his muzzle. "What do you say?"
Spots dashed another quick lick, making the boy squeal with glee. He got off the chair and looked at his bed. Nobody was home, and all the doors were closed. This was the perfect opportunity.
"We'll do it now!" Chance pulled the curtains shut, basking the room in a pleasant auburn shade. "Right here!" He threw off his shirt, and worked on unbuttoning his pants. There was a certain excitement to this mating business. Chance felt his heart thrum in his chest, and his hands oozed with perspiration. If Ma and father found out...
"They won't," he pet Spots. The cheetah nibbled on his jeans and pulled them down with a quick jerk.
"Good boy," Chance got out of his pants and pushed his underwear down. His stiff member jumped out of the repressive cloth with a throb. Spots wasted no time in licking over the shaft.
"N-no," Chance dropped on his fours before his cat got feisty. "I want you to mate me. No licks." He hugged his cheetah. Spots was so warm, and his fur felt delightful on his naked body. Chance kissed around his muzzle and dropped on his back with the cat splayed on top of him.
"I love you," he said, kissing his nose. They groomed each other briefly before Spots became restless. He got on his fours and gazed down on Chance, licking his muzzle twice. With limbs on either side, he struggled to find the proper position.
Heart ramming in his chest, Chance waited. He had no idea how mating was or how it felt, but his body burned with desire for...something. He was warm, almost feverish, and his erection rubbed too insistently against the cheetah's belly. Each jolt of his muscles sent blissful stimulation through the boy's frame, making him gasp and shudder.
"Mate me, Spots," he mewled softly. "I want you." He kissed the feline's muzzle again and waited. Spots looked below, sniffing briefly. The scent did something. With a strange growl, the cheetah lowered his hindquarters and pushed forward.
Chance gasped. Something warm prodded his privates. It slid between his buttocks and advanced further in just as he squeezed once.
"Ahhhh!" Chance moaned. It felt so strange, yet so good! He never got touched down there, and this new sensation sent unspeakable pleasure along his hardening penis. Thrusting quickly, Spots pushed further in, meeting the rim of the boy's anus.
"Spots!" Chance yelped. Without any trace of doubt, the feline pushed his lubricated flesh into the boy's anus. Barbs flared, raking along the untouched flesh. Chance winced, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt that terrible pressure again welling up inside his groin. Arms lashing around the cheetah's neck, Chance pulled the cat against his naked body. His coat felt blissful against his naked skin, and the warm belly provided an excellent nest for his oversensitive penis that throbbed and throbbed and throbbed until it suddenly tensed.
"It's coming," Chance said, squeezing his eyes. "Spots, it's coming! It's....aaaaaaahhhh!" a yelp left his throat just as the pressure burst forth. His arse squeezed shut around the cheetah's balls and member. Yowling wildly, the feline thrust as deep as he managed, unloading his own warm seed.
Chance trembled with the force of the orgasm. He rode wave after wave, screaming higher when another warm spurt hit his insides. It felt good. So good! Better than anything he ever experienced. Warm strings of goo splashed against the cheetah's belly, lubricating the coarse fur. Without realizing, Chance too thrust, forcing a fresh spurt of semen with each buck of his hips.
"Aahhhhh haaaaaah ooooh!" Chance's wails died down as he emptied himself. His frenzied spasm subsided, leaving his crotch tight and aching.
"Thank...you," he told Spots as he kissed his cute muzzle. The cheetah licked him affectionately, purring a deep, healthy purr. He remained inside his boy until his member fully retracted into his soggy sheath.
"No," Chance pulled him down when he tried to raise. "Let's cuddle. Mates do that after mating."
With a soft mewl, the cheetah conceded. Chance squeezed him tighter, delighting in the warm love he felt for his cat. They stood there for several minutes, enjoying the afterglow and the wetness around their privates. Spots was the first to get up. Grooming was a full time duty, and this time it couldn't wait. With wet, slurpy licks, he cleaned every trace of seed between his flanks while Chance patiently waited for his turn. That tongue felt so good. Once they both stood clean as newborn kittens, Chance ran to his bed and jumped, inviting spots with quick thumps of his hand.
"There," he hugged his dearest mate. "Big, lovely cuddles for my mate." The sound of that word pleased him. Smiling broadly, Chance glanced at the plushies littering his bed. Who needed those when he had a true lover to warm his nights? He pushed them aside, making more room for his bulky cheetah. Spots splayed on the side, panting softly. That mating thing wore him out, but not for long. Chance had every intention of doing it again, and soon.
"We'll make this our little secret," he kissed Spots sweet on the nose and buried his head into his neck, breathing deeply. This was the scent he liked. Of wilderness, cat, and dear, fluffy love.
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