Chapter 2: Happy Yiffday!
#2 of Paint Splatters
Now it's October 25th, Art's birthday. Aysling is currently living with her mom and has been working at Trail Of Terror as a murder victim for the mad axe dragon who also chases the groups with a chainsaw at the end. Art avd Aysling have been dating for about a month now, and they are pretty happy together.
The phone rings at noon-thirty at Aysling's house. She grabs it and answers, "Hullo?"
"Hello," an unfamiliar voice answers, "We have been told that you would like to test out sex toys. Is this correct?"
Aysling is puzzeled until the gears click into place and answers cooly, "I'm sorry you must have the wrong number, Art." She clicks the phone off, smileing at her stupid joke. The phone rings again. She answers, "Hello, this is Jay's whorehose and strip club. How may I lick you today?"
"Ohh, can you send me the really yiffy lime-green and black vixen? It's my birthday and I would like a show," Art says silkily.
Aysling blushes, "Of course, sir. Is there any particular outfit you would like her to wear?"
"Nurse would be preferable, but anything works. It wont stay on long," He replies.
"Of course not, sir." Aysling answers, "Would you like her to bring you anything special for your birthday?"
"God of War Two," he says without missing a beat.
"Yes, sir. Is there anything else you want?" she replies.
"My stripper ASAP," he replies playfully angry.
"Of course, sir," she replies, "She's leaving right now. Call if there are any problems. Take care." She hangs up the phone and walks into her room.
She pulls on her yiffyist outfit, which consists of a white button-up t-shirt, a plaid skirt with safty pins all over it, black punk tie, blue fishnet thigh-high hose, and her hightop converse. She leaves her mom a note saying she'll be back later tonight. After that, she walks to the WalMart two blocks over, and buys God of War Two and a gift bag to wrap it in. She then walks the five blocks to Art's apartment and walks in on him playing with his sound system.
"Hey, yiffy," Art says checking her out and leting out a slow whistle. He stands up. She presents him with the gift bag and smiles shyly. "Awesome." He sets the game carefully down by the console. He flops down on the couch and swings himself around so hes sitting up. "You, my yiffy vixen, owe me," he raises a remote, "a dance," he clicks the remote and Framing Hanley's cover of 'Lollipop' booms out of the suround sound.
Aysling shyly starts to grind her hips like an acctual stripper. After a few seconds she becomes no longer shy and starts to get closer to Art. She gives him a lap-dance and nips at his neck before stoping to strip for him. She starts by running her paws over her body, down her leg, and pulling off her high-tops. She brings her paws back up her leg and unbuttons her top slowly, turns around, drops the shirt, turns back around, and squezzes her breasts teasingly. She unbuttons her skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Art feels as if his pants ar too tight, so he unbuttons them. His member is poking out of it's sheath. He teases it out. Aysling gets on all fours, crawls over to him, licks her lips, and starts to suck him off. He growls in apreciation, enjoying the feeling of her tounge wondering down his cock to the knot that is starting to form. She works her way back up, flicking her tounge over his tip then sworling it all the way back down. She then starts to suck on it until she gets to the knot and when she starts back up to the tip she adds just a little bit of fang, then flicks her toung over the tip again. Art moans loudly and puts a paw on her head as he thrusts into her mouth, precum leaking out. He growels and tightens his grip on her head fur. Aysling starts to suck again, slowly increasing the intesity of it. He thrusts harder as Aysling gently squezzes his balls. He moans louder and tightens his grip on her head fur even more. Art pulls her head up to the tip and she concentrates on it until he pushes her down his 9 1/2 inch length, forcing his 6 inch diameter knot into her mouth. Aysling chokes alittle bit, but then gets used to it and sucks even harder on it. He growls and pulls her away from the knot and she starts back on the tip, running her fingers up and down his cock, and gently squezing the knot. He comes hard, shooting it down her throught. She swallows as he pulls out of her mouth.
"Yummy," she says licking her lips, "salty."
"I thought you said you've never done that before," he pants, head back eyes closed.
"I haven't," she says, shyly putting her ears down.
"Bullshit," he pants looking down at her.
"Was it ok?" she asks shyly.
"Brilliant," he says contentedly, puting his head back again.
Six days later it's Aysling's birthday, Halloween, the full moon, a Friday. It's after 8th hourand Aysling is fuming about somthing her health teacher said. As she is bending down pulling books out of her locker, she feels a paw glide down her ass. She whips around quickly, eyes full of fire, and when she see's that it's Art she reduces the temperature and smiles.
"If it was anyone but you..." she trails hoisting her black messanger bag coverd in safty pins and band pins over her shoulder.
"They would be mauled by me," He says, proudly puting his arm around Aysling's shoulders, "By the way, your coming for me."
"Dont you mean with?" she asks innocently.
"I said that didn't I?" he says guideing her over to where he parked his truck. He gets in on his side eaisly, but Aysling being only 5' 0", has to struggle into the dark blue Ford.
"I gotta call my mom so she doesn't freek out," Aysling says.
"I called her," he says starting the truck, "She said she wants you home by tommarrow."
Aysling smiles, "So what are you planing on doing Mr. Bayer?" Art backs out and pulls onto the road.
"You'll see," he smiles.
"Don't rape me," she laughs.
"Can't rape the willing, love," he says. He pulls into the driveway five minuets later. He turns off the truck and quickly pulls Aysling into a kiss. Thye kiss turns into makeing out. Art slowly slowly moves his paws down her body letting one rest on her iner thigh, and the other on her breast. He claws lightly at her thigh. She moans softly and puts her paw on his cock. "Lets go inside," he says, breakeing the kiss. She nods, opens her door, and follows him to the small groundfloor apartment.
"So what are we gonna do?" she asks, floping down on the coutch.
"Well," He says drawing out the word. He sits at Aysling's feet paws and begins to rub them after taking off her converse. "I wanted to do something special with you."
"Such as...?" she asks curriusly.
"I'll tell you later," he says, stopping the massage. He get up, puts a game into one of his meny consoles, starts it up, turns on the TV, and returns to the coutch with two wireless controlers.
"What are we playing?" Aysling sighs as if this kid of thing happens all the time. She accepts the controler.
"Racing," Art says when the screen comes up.
"Fine," Aysling sighs. She picks a black '95 jaguar convertable, like allways Art picks a '97 blue corvette. They play until sunset, Aysling losing every race but enjoying herself imensly.
"Baby," Art says, "We've been playing for hours."
"What are you getting at?" she asks.
"I'm hungry, babe," he says. He gets up, turns off the console, grabs the phone, and orders a pizza. The pizza gets there in thirty minuets. Art pays the red wolf delevery guy, and puts the pizza on the coffee table where Aysling's feet paws are.
They eat the pizza while watching a comedian that Art keeps insiting is 'fricken hilarious', but Aysling doensn't get the pop culture reference that make up all of his jokes. When they finish, Art put the reamining pizza in the fridge. He comes back into the living room, tackles Aysling onto the coutch, and starts to makeout with her as if his life depends on it
"Lets go to my room," he growls breaking the kiss. Aysling nods submissivly and follows him to his room.He throwes her on the bed, causing it to squeek. He then practically rips her clothes off and kisses her passionatly. He pulls his shirt off and unzips his pants, pulling his boxers of with them. he kisses her nipples, nips at her neck, then growels in her ear, "Papa bear is gonna make the yiffy vixen his bitch." His member begins to poke out of his sheath. He teases it out and without any warning shove his entire length into her. She moans, clutches the sheet, and bites he lip. Art's eyes dialate. He growls deeply and smacks Aysling's muzzle roughly. He starts to pound into her, growling deeply, hitting her occasionaly, and clawing at her stomach, chest and shoulders. He draws blood each time. Aysling can feel Art's balls hit her ever time he thrusts. He bites her hard, growling and shakeing his head untill he draws blood. She feels the knot start to form inside her. She crys out in pain as it reaches it's full diameter. Art growles and bites her again. He again draws blood. He explodes deepinside her. She almost orgasms, but he doent have enough energy to get her there. He lays there panting untill his knot gets small enough to slip it out.
He rolls over, digs in his nightstand, then rolls back over to Aysling. He puts a pipe in his mouth and he blows out and no less then twenty bubbles drift out of it. "Ahh that was good sex," hes says taking the pie out then repalcing it after he speeks. He then blows a few more bubbles out.
"Your such a dork," Aysling says beween fit of laughter.
"Hey," he says, pointing the mouth-end at her, "I've allways wanted to smoke after sex, but I hate cigerettes." He replaces the pie and blows out two bubbles. They go back out into the living room.
"Ugh," she says playfully annoyed, "bear geek."
"Admit it," he says pointing it at her again, "It turns you on."
"Nehh, I'd rather have you rattle on about motherboards and whatnot," she say seriously, "Tech babble is sexy."
"I'm more of a gamer, babe," he says, putting the pipe back in his mouth.
"Fine," she says, pauses, "I'll feed you natchos when you trying to get the highscore on an arcade game."
He takes the pipe out, "Babe, do you relize how sexy that is?" Aysling shakes her head, hands him the remote and goes to get him a grape soda. He brings her home at 11:30. Her mom, Jodi, an arctic fox, is still up watching a rerun of some TV show.
"Happy birthday, honey," her mom says. Aysling sits next to he on the coutch after giving her a hug.
"Thanks mom," she says. Her mom gives her a card. Aysling thanks her again, reads the card and pockets the twenty dollar bill. She hugs her again.
"Aysling," he mom says slowly, "I'm gonna move to California."
Aysling is compleatly taken aback by this. all she can manage is a stunned "Wow."
"I know you don't wanna live with your father," she says, her ears twitching akwardly, "I know he doesn't get us, but you sould be ok there for another three years. I know you don't wanna leave here yet either. I do. I feel caged here."
"It feels like your abandoning me, mom," Aysling says ears down saddly, on the verge of tears.
"I'm not honey," her mom says, "I love you. Go to bed now."
"Ok." Aysling says, getting off of the coutch and gving her mom a hug,"I love you mommy."
"I love you too." she replies.
Aysling changes into her pj's, pulls the covers back, stand on top of the bed, circles three times, lays down pulls the blanket up to he chin and silently crys herself to sleep.