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Finn's tail swished violently as he spun around, showcasing himself to his mate. The excited panther was practically hopping, and in either case was moving undeniably too quickly for his nicely framed posterior to be reasonably appreciated.

Courage was just glad he was enjoying his new panties. But then, perhaps the story should back up a little.

It had started when Courage stumbled onto what seemed to be a large collection of hand written fan fiction. Literally, stumbled.

"What's all this?" Courage inspected his paw pads for paper cuts as the pile of papers cascaded across the floor. Thankfully they didn't seem cut, but the angle would have been perfect for such an incident. Might have been a good thing, actually. Teach the panther not to leave his things lying around.

It didn't take long for Courage to collect the papers back into a neat stack, and he was holding them when he heard the lazy reply from the hall.

"What's all of-" Finn froze in his tracks when he saw Courage plainly holding his deeplyincriminating evidence. Racing through his scatterbrained mind were thoughts of How could I leave that out? and_I should really stop him from reading that._But nothing happened, not even the finishing swoop of his tail which had been in mid swish when it, too, locked up. The panicked fight-or-flight stance was both comical and endearing - and it let Courage know that what he was holding in his hands was gold. Pure, unadulterated gold.

Not speaking, and with only the slightest smirk, along with a commanding arch of his brow, Courage started leafing through the stack of papers without breaking eye contact with his mate. _I wonder where I should start,_his muzzle seemed to say. A small part of him actually came close to feeling guilty when the panther's ears beganto quiver - but at this point in their relationship, the different types of Finn quivers were easily distinguishable. There was the quiver of fear, and the quiver of excitement. They were similar, sure - and today's quiver was a peculiar blend of the two - but he was willing to gamble that Finn was more excited at this turn of events than he was afraid. Not to mention there was a twinge of bashfulness in the way his fur was prickled.

Needless to say, Courage's curiosity had been piqued. And still the curiosity continued as he glanced at whatever page he happened to be turned to and saw the gentle, poetic phrase: Pounded like the slut that he was.

The inquisitive arch of the cougar's brow grew, and his smirked muzzle developed a slight giggle as he started to read aloud.

"'God, more, give me more,'" Courage read, much to Finn's demise. "'The enormous shaft reached his deepest depths and he continued to beg, please cum in me, I want to feel your seed.'"

Courage tried to get out some form of a statement. He honestly did. Just, any sort of statement. A gentle declaration of wonder would have sufficed. The golden words before him, however, lent themselves to no description. Words were inadequate to express how happy the cougar was, and Finn was similarly speechless in his despair. He did try to meekly defend himself, but the words pattered off after a small string of 'Yeah, but, and so, but, with, and the-' and so on.

Licking his foremost paw pad in order to very pointedly flip through the remaining pages, Courage found his way to an entirely new section of the manuscript, hoping to find words as golden as the ones he just read.

"'Flipping his mate over, the cougar repositioned and slammed back into him, digging deep into the panther's insides making him cry out for more-' Finn, is this about us?"

The panther's stricken silence spoke volumes.

"It is, isn't it! It fucking is!" Courage flipped through the pages, scanning violently to find a name. Any instance of actual, tangible proof that it was about them.

"You put us into a story, didn't you? Did you write porn_about us?" And here it was. His pads stopped and the other pages dropped as he held the golden piece of evidence. Here it lay, Exhibit A. "_I love you, _ said Finn, please breed me like the bitch that I am. I will,_ _Courage said , growling over his mate with_ _possession on his breath. I want my babies inside of you-_ Oh God."

At this point the laughter had taken over. It was the most rolling laughter he could remember, although he took care to keep it short lived, remembering that not only was his mate in the room, but it was he who had created the Golden Words in the first place. And that made the laughter so much harder to suppress.

"I'm sorry!" Finn blurted out, clearly on the verge of tears. "I didn't mean to, it just sort of happened and you weren't supposed to read it and I'm sorry and I didn't mean to-" Finn continued to ramble, lost in a hopeless, circular defense. However, the tears were alarmingly quickly becoming real, and that killed the laughter as quickly as it had come.

"Hey, hey," Courage said as he stood, recovering from his fit of joy. "Look, it's okay hun. It's just-" Here he let out a blanketed snicker. "Erotic impregnation fantasy about us, okay, okay, sono big deal. Look, it's normal- it's fine!" He had taken Finn by the shoulders and brought him into a hug, trying his best to comfort the incessantly emotional kit he had fallen in love with. "I just wasn't expecting it, Finn. That's all."

The sniffle that sounded from the crook of Courage's shoulder broke his heart.

"So, you aren't mad?" Finn asked, his heart clearly on display.

"Of course not, hun." Courage pulled his goober of a boyfriend off his shoulder just long enough to make fresh eye contact, this time infusing it with love and support, rather than amusement at the golden words. "In fact," he continued, "I find it endearing."

It was clear that Finn did not think this was the case, as he eyed his boyfriend with great suspicion.

"So," Courage continued, still in supportive boyfriend mode. "What's the, uh... plot? Right? I mean, what'sthe plot?"

Finn gave Courage a blanket stare, and it made the cougar flounder.

"I mean, uh- it, it does have a plot, right?" Still with the blanket stare. "I mean, look, hun- what happens?"

"We, uh... we... have sex and stuff." Finn tried to pass the answer off in a no-big-deal sort of way, but he wasn't getting off that easy.

"Sex and stuff? No, hun, really. Come on,I want to know." Courage used his tail to gently thwap Finn's leg. "Pleeease?"

It was clear his mate still didn't want to talk, and Courage was on the fence about prodding for more information or letting Finn open up on his own terms. He didn't want to push his mate too far, after all, and it seemed like this erotica was a surprisingly big deal for him. The last thing Courage wanted was to make his mate feel inadequate in his hobby, even if it was a little unexpected.

"Well," Finn began slowly, clearly trying to not say the wrong thing. "It's a... fantasy, I guess."

Well, that's a start.

"A fantasy about... pregnation?" Courage asked it as plainly, and supportingly, as possible.

Finn wince, and folded his arms defensively. "Well, kinda, I guess? Like, I don't actually want to be a girl. But I think about it, I guess? It would just be neat, is all. I guess."

"Neat, I guess, huh?" Always the 'I guess'with this boy. Someday Courage would have to break him out of the verbal tick, but in the meantime it didn't seem like a very enthusiastic way to approach an idea which was clearly close to his heart.

"Yeah," Finn said pointedly, clearly still a little hurt. "I guess." His left ear flicked and then resumed to its remarkably folded position. "Is that... is that okay?"

Now Courage wrapped his mate in a tremendous hug. "Of course it's okay, hun. I just didn't realize, that's all. I guess it took me a little by surprise - I just, honestly didn't expect the porn."

Finn sniffled but didn't have much else to say, so Courage continued.

"You know you could have just come to me first, right?"

Now Finn's tail gave a massive flick. "But I wanted to write the story."

"Nononono, it's okay, it's okay- I know. And it's a good story." Finn snorted clear disbelief at this statement, but Courage was undeterred. "We can actually do that, you know."

Again Finn froze, but this time his fur was bristled in a different way. "Really?" It was the most guarded 'really' Courage had heard from the kit, but it was also surrounded by all sorts of hope. Thiswas_really_important to him.

"Of course, dear." Courage nuzzled his mate affectionately. "I want to support you in everything you want to do." This gave Finn's tail another hopeful flick, and then Couragefinished up with the winning statement:

"Besides, I think you'd look really hot in a cute pair of panties."

This time the panther's fur bristled away from tentative hope and into unbridled joy.

"You mean it!?" He said, his tail now remarkably animated. "You really mean it!?"

"Jesus. Yeah, I do. Really really."

Courage had taken a step back and raised his paws, partially in a mock defense but also partially in a real one. His mate was _hopping_in joy. Never before had a person been so excited at the idea of wearing women's underwear.

"Can I pick them out? Can I wear them all the time? When can we do it? Do you mean it? Like, really mean it? I mean, only if it's okay, but with my black fur I mean, I guess there's lots of colors and stuff that would look good and Courage do you really mean it!?"

"Good. God." Courage took his boyfriend by the shoulders to quell the excited storm. It took genuine levels of force to hold the excited creature in one place. "Yes, honey. I mean it. I super duper do, and I super duper promise, that _I_will pick out exactly the right pair _for_you."

This got Finn somehow more excited, and he seemed to begin vibrating under his mate's paws.

"Why don't you," Courage said, "go into the living room for a little bit, and I'll stay here to... toget some ideas about what sorts of things you'd like to wear." Courage gestured towards the pile of erotica, and Finn's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, sure, I'll go, and you can read it, and tell me what you think!" No longer embarrassedat his erotic fiction featuring his own mate, Finn quickly left the scene, presumably to masturbate in the living room at the idea of wearing panties. Courage, meanwhile, exhaled slowly, attempting to filter away the insane levels of energy the panther had flooded him with. How on earth did he find himself dating something like that?

A more pressing question, though, had become: Where on earth do you shop for women's underwear?"

But then, perhaps a better question would have been how_do you shop for women's underwear. Courage wasn't sure if all dudes looked this shifty when shopping for panties on their own, but hesure_felt_shifty. Just, you know... no big deal. Big, broad, muscled cougar, mountain cat if there ever was one, with a stoic muzzle that said _Don't get to close _(_even though Finn hadblasted straight past that) -just minding his own business, shopping for panties. Holding them up to the light, even. Trying to decide between black with classy blue highlights, or pink and disturbingly lacy.

"Can I help you dear?"

Courage jumped entirely in spite of himself. He dropped the panties back into their drawer, too, as though mom had caught him with a paw in the cookie jar.

He even had the coy, guilty expression to seal the deal.

"Uh, no. No. I was just, uh, looking. No help here."Couragethenwaved his paw to show that he was confident in his statement.Contrary to his waving paw, however -he did need help. Not only did he feel marvelously out of place in this store, but he didn't even know where to begin. How were panties even _designed?_He could sure imagine Finn wearing them - actually, judging by his constantsemi, he couldn't _stop_imagining it - but he honestly wasn't sure what kind to buy. There were so many choices, how did women put up with it?

Thankfully, it was the sort of hasty, deer-in-headlights response the clerk seemed accustomed to.

"First time shopping on your own, huh?" The gazelle's name tag read Gwen, and Courage found safety in those eyes. Just what he needed, lost in a sea of lingerie. A friendly, and more importantlyknowledgeable, female.

Courage winced. "Is it really that obvious?" He_hated_being out of his comfort zone, and that insolent kitty of his had him jumping far, far, _far_away from it.

"Hun," The gazelle said dismissively. "It's _always_obvious."

Courage's ears drooped for just a few moments, feeling overwhelmed at his task. He had no idea what Finn liked. The cat was all over the place. Literally, just, all over. He'd have liked anything in this store, but knowing him there was one exact pair he had in his mind, and anything other than what he wanted would be met with utter despair. Yeah it was melodramatic, but no word described Finn better.

On the other hand, this Gwen girl was pretty collected about the whole thing. Either that, or she just really wanted to sell some panties, because she hopped right up onto a nearby counter, crossed her legs all lady-like (and smoothed out her dress [would Finn like a dress?]), and inserted herself right into Finn and Courage's relationship.

"So, tell me about your girl." When Courage gave her a dumb, blank expression she pointedly met him with an equally dumb stare before becoming animated again. "Well, you love her, don't you?"

But I'm not dating a girl. "Erh, uhm. Yes. Yes I do."

Gwen smiled broadly. "I knew it. She must be something special to get a guy like you in here."

Wondering what that statement even meant, Courage matched the gazelle's excited smile. Somehow that one comment got him remembering exactly how special Finn was to him, rather than remarking on how neurotic he was.

"Yeah. She's uh, she's something else." There was an added twinkle to Courage's voice as he decided to play into the pronoun game. If gazelle-checkout-bra-girl didn't know Finn was a boy, then she didn't need to know. Not that Courage was ashamed. It was just that, since he was here buying panties and what-not, he may as well start pretending Finn was a girl. Sure acted like it sometimes. Besides, it'd be good practice for later.

"Well, come on, silly. What's she like?"

Coming from a third party the question seemed so simple, and Courage was able to instantly rattle off just a few of his favorite qualities.

"Well she's real beautiful, first of all. Panthress. Just the most beautiful girl you've ever met." The way Gwen nodded knowingly made Courage suddenly proud of his gender bent Finn. It made him want to go right on describing her, too. "And the rosettes on her are fantastic.She'll sort of shift around in bed, you know? But the light will catch on those little black spots, and God she just shimmers."

Gwen gave a dreamy sigh. "Man. She's lucky to have a guy like you."

Courage scrunched up his muzzle, having a hard time stopping the smile from spreading. "No, you've got it wrong. I'm lucky to have a gal like her."

_Maybe I can get into this roleplaying thing after all._It helped that Gwen seemed captivated by their relationship. It took her a solid handful of moments to remember she was supposed to be selling undies.

"Well, tell ya what," Gwen started matter-of-factly. She hopped off the counter, the hooves on her toes clacking against the floor. "We have a_fantastic_ special right now, buy a bra and get two panties-"

Shit! Finn didn't say anything about a bra! What to do, what to do- play it safe, cougar. Play it safe.

"You know, we're actually good on the whole bra situation, y'know?" Courage smacked his paws together both awkwardly and nonchalantly. "Got some, sexy ta-ta's in that... bra situation. Just the, uh, panties. For now." Real smooth, idiot. But at least Gwen didn't seem to notice.

"Alrighty then, for just the panties, let's see..." Gwen circled around the island of panty drawers, using some arcane feminine instinct to guide her to the appropriate section. Entire swaths of candidates were passed by without a moment's glance. "How about... this?"

Gwen pulled what may as well have been a perfectly random piece of clothing from some perfectly random drawer. What she didn't know (or did she?) was that these were the panties. No, really - these were the ones.

They were black, and sleek, and commanding. The woman who wore these panties knew who she was. She was confident, and lithe. And she was adult, too, which actually took Courage a little by surprise. By instinct he may have gone with something bright and colorful, or maybe a little cartoony. Finn was sort of a cartoony dude, after all. But these were serious panties. This was a girl who commanded respect. And if this wasn't just some silly little roleplay they were going to get into - if Finn really wanted to play out this fantasy - then he'd want to really feel like a girl. No, not a girl. A woman. Finn would want to feel like a woman.

And these panties fit the bill. In truth, Courage didn't know how the front would bulge out with Finn's package. The panther was endowed well enough, and he knew the panties might not play perfectly nice in front. But Courage could see that panther's lithe, tight little ass. It was perfectly framed, with the rim of his new panties pulled right up against his tail, like the proper kitten he was. The black silk would ride against his black fur, and while Finn was already beautiful, with these he'd be gorgeous. The pattern on his fur would perfectly complement the design of the light fabric, and even if the imagery alone didn't let him know these were the right ones, his boner certainly did.

It put the cougar in a serious Shut Up and Take My Money mood, and for good measure he bought some bright, colorful panties as well. He hardly even took pause at how absurdly expensive it all was. There was only one thing on his mind, and that was his beautiful girl back at home.

On the way home Courage was considering all different modes of presentation. Should he wait for a holiday? A birthday? Maybe he could leave them laying out on the bed, to surprise Finn one day when he got home. He knew he couldn't wait, though, and much more for his own sake than for Finn's. Imagining that cat in his hot, new, crossdressing undies - oh yeah. Purely for Courage's own sake, he needed to see Finn in these panties urgently.

Finn felt that urgency too, because the moment Courage got home and even just pulled the bag out, he started to undress. Just started stripping, right in the living room, with no pause to consideration if the blinds on the windows were open (they were), or if their housemate was home (he was). He was so eager, in fact, that both his tail and footpaws got tangled in his trademark shorts - but Courage had hardly got a snicker out before the situation was remedied. He was now the proud owner of a simultaneously naked and stunning panther.

Here Courage finally saw some trepidation concerning this women's-underwear situation, because naked-Finn now seemed reluctant to actually look inside the bag. What if he didn't like what he saw? What if they didn't fit? And what if his mate judged him for exploring this feminine side of him? Courage could see all of these wheels turning, and once again kicked into supportive boyfriend mode. If panther wanted to wear panties, then panther was damn well going to feel comfortable doing so.

With a decisive sigh Courage made a show of stepping towards the windows, as though labored by the small favor of shutting the blinds. Finn's ear flicked when he realized they had been open, but other than that remained just as he was. His tail was literally in mid-swish, and his lower half seemed to quiver as Courage held out the bag of women's undies.

"Such an emotional critter," Courage said, with all the compassion in the world. Finn gave him lost puppy eyes which said Please tell me it's really okay for me to have panties. Courage returned the gaze with stern eyebrows of Put on your fucking women's underwear, and emphasized the point with an aggressive shake of the bag, practically commanding Finn to take it.

"That's a good girl," Courage said when Finn took it, deciding to dive right into their roleplay. It was largely for selfish reasons, too. Sure Finn needed the acknowledgment that, yes, it was safe for him to live out feminine fantasies, and he needed a supportive boyfriend to do so - but Courage really wanted to see that ass covered in tight silk. In fact he nearly brushed right up behind Finn as he began to sift through the bag, the temptation to simply begin ravishing his mate already incredibly strong. Instead, however, Courage stepped up softly next to his mate, bringing an arm across Finn's back and tracing comforting lines in the panther's fur. And then, when Finn lifted up the first pair to fully appreciate them, Courage lowered his paw to give Finn's hip an affectionate squeeze, just like he might have done for a girl.

As usual, Finn's responding emotion seemed to originate from his tail.

It started to thwap around wildly. Courage's own tail was caught in the crossfire, as were both of his legs, along with Finn's own legs, as well as the base of the couch. Then the emotion spread to his ears, which became violent military radar dishes scanning for predators in every direction. They flicked and twitched in excitement, and ultimately that excitement spread to the panther's muzzle.

First a single whisker twitched, then they all twitched in unison. Then his muzzle crinkled in satisfaction, and after all of this his eyes began to spark with adoration.

"They're perfect!" Finn exclaimed, which made Courage's tail swish. "They're just perfect!"

"I'm glad you like them, hunny." Courage spoke with all the relief of having landed the ultimate boyfriend maneuver, but he wasn't sure Finn even heard him. At present he was balancing ungracefully on one leg while fitting his massive footpaw through the leg hole. Courage hadn't stopped to think that perhaps neither Finn's thighs nor his package would determine the fit of the panties - but whether he could get his doofy paws through. He nailed it, however, and his tail made a victory dance as he switched legs.

He'll get better at this, Courage told himself. Meanwhile, he began to practice viewing Finn in a feminine way. The panther did have a nice ass, but from the right angle it even looked a little delicate. He had bent to slide the panties up his legs, and even his bend came in a feminine way, which affected Courage more wildly than he ever anticipated. Here he was, with hisbeautiful boy, watching him slide on hisfirst pair of panties. He wiggled as he brought them up, going side-by-side to fit them over hisass. Then heran a forefinger around the rim to ensure it wasn't bunched up, and once they snapped into place, something magic happened.

Finn had an ass.

Not his usual, barely-ass of a city cat. But now his stick of a boyfriend_actually had an ass_. The frame of the panties, the hug of the fit, something about it brought Finn's bottom half to life. This applied in more than one way, as Finn turned around for a quick appraisal from his mate. The front was beautifully bulged, and would perhaps just barely cover the tip of his sheathe if his dick wasn't sticking out from it, nearly at full mast from just having put on the pair of panties.

Courage couldn't help himself from stepping forward andtaking the entirety of that framed package in his paw (save for Finn'selongated dick, which hetrapped against Finnusing his tawny forearm).Then he pulled his mate into a deep kiss. He let his tongue explore Finn's muzzle, and he used his foremost pawpad to tease underneath Finn's legs. The wayFinn melted into the embrace told Courage that his mate was _exactly_as turned on as he was, even if Finn'sboner couldn't tell him that already.

"That's my beautiful girl," Courage said between kisses, feeling up his mate a little more. The sensation of fur locked away behind a thin sheet of silk was intoxicating, and knowing that Finn's package was tucked into a pair of panties unlocked something within him. He wasn't sure if it was an impregnation fantasy that was going on here, or if it was even a gender bending fantasy at all. What he did know is that this crossdressing was hot.

Finn could feel it too, and in just a few short seconds his motions had smoothed out dramatically. His tail slowed, and had somehow managed to find some grace. Through their embrace Courage could feel it swip around fluidly, and that accent alone helped the rest of Finn feel fluid as well. In fact, the cat even felt a little less blocky to hold. After all, women weren't blocky creatures by trade. A woman was sleek, and delicate. Courage could actually feel that shift in his mate, he could feel Finn slipping into his feminine role. Not only did this give Courage free license to slip into a masculine one, but he felt almost required to do so.

Finn needed a man to complement him. In this moment, yes, and perhaps in their bedroom, too. At least, some of the time. But, judging by how well Finn adopted this new role, he also needed that man throughout all aspects of life. And not only did he need a complementing man in his life - but he had singled out Courage as the one he wanted.

It made Courage want to provide for Finn, regardless of his genderidentity at the time. Courage felt chosen, and at that moment hefelt as precious and special as he hoped Finn felt every day. And right now his mate wanted to be feminine. Right now Finn_was_ feminine. And Courage was going to make the moment as perfect as possible, to seal the deal and let Finn know that the fantasy was safe with him.

Courage pulled back from their embrace to better admire his mate, and he caressed him softly, with less carnality than he usually employed. Feminine Finn was delicate, and he responded to gentle touches with strong quivers.

"That'smybeautiful girl," Courage said again, looking tenderly into Finn's eyes. "So delicate, and gentle. And she's pretty, too."

Courage brought a paw up to gently hold the side of Finn's face, which also felt softer than it normally did - softer than it ever had before. He caressed the fur on his cheek, and every-so-gently scritched at the base of his ear. Again they kissed, although this time it was tender. More tender than any of their kisses to date, and Finn was far more vulnerable than Courage could ever remember him being. Through family issues and struggles of identity and self worth, Finn had never been in such a vulnerable place. Somehow it put Courage in a vulnerable place too.

"You really think so?" Finn asked, breathless. He cupped Courage's face as well, and again with a more delicate touch than ever before.

"I_know_ so, hun. I know so."

Finn whimpered and they embraced, their hold solidifying the sexual chemistry between them. There was already plenty of sex in their relationship, but they had never been intimate quite like this. With Finn as vulnerable as he was, he also felt like he needed his mate now more than ever - and Courage felt like he needed to provide. As their tender embrace became more urgent Courage's paw again wandered to between Finn's legs. It wandered down past his package, and it carefully pressed his mate's sack upward as he applied pressure just behind it - prodding onto Finn's prostate through his fur.

Finn moaned quite audibly and went tip-toe to give Courage better leverage. Courage took it, pressing up harder against Finn's taint. He took care not to extend his claws, and started to rub against Finn's particularly sensitive area. With his pawpads dug up against his mate, Finn's moaning increased, and Courage wondered if the panther wasn't already about to cum. The night had only begun, though, and he was intent on giving Finn the orgasm of his life. He wanted his strange, emotional little critter to feel just as delicate and feminine as he wanted to be. It was everything that Finn deserved.

Phase One of the plan was to swoop Finn up into his arms and carry him into the bedroom. The change in Finn's nature was clear even in the way he was drooped in Courage's arms, and Courage laid Finn out tenderly on the bed whereashis ordinary inclination would be to toss him commandingly. This simply wasn't the time for a brutal fucking - that would probably come a little later in the night. Right now was the time for a gentle, tender bond. It felt like territory more sacred than either had suspected it would be.

From here Courage transitioned into caressing Finn all over. He wandered his paws over his chest, stopping to ruff his claws through the small tuft of fur found there, and again they kissed, this time to the tune of Finn's delicate whimpers and Courage's lustful breaths. Then Courage wandered his paws down to Finn's silk panties, respecting the feminine form before him. Without taking his paws from his mate, Courage shuffled to between Finn's legs, who raised them immediately and obediently. Finn wanted to be taken, and Courage wanted to mark Finn as his.

"Well this just won't do," Courage mused, rubbing at Finn's panties. He hooked two fingers around their rim and dragged them up off of Finn's ass, pulling them towards his knees. Finn tried lifting his legs further, to make it easier for the panties to come all the way off, but Courage stopped him.

"I want them around your knees, kitty," Courage said, using a paw to tease at Finn's rear, slipping two fingers up againsthis hole. "I want you to remember how beautiful you are."

"Iknow I'm beautiful," Finn said, looking deep into his mate's eyes, keeping the panties wrapped around his knees."I want you to remember that I'm yours, kitty. I'll always be yours."

Never before was Finn more beautiful than in that exact moment, and as though to prove his point the panther raise up his rear, pressing against Courage's fingers, and to both of their surprise they slipped right in. Maybe he was extra relaxed due to the roleplay, and maybe he had pre-lubed up, although it was hard for Courage to tell. What was clear is that his beautiful, tender girl was ready to be taken - and Courage was ready for it too.

For just a few moments Courage tickled his brown pawpads against Finn's prostate, pressing against him in just the right way. Already his panther had started to elicit moans he hadn't heard before, and the sex hadn't even properly started yet, although it would soon. Without removing his fingers from his woman's ass, Courage undid his signature shorts, springing free his remarkably erect dick, and angled it into position. And then, in one smooth motion, he pulled his fingers out of his willing mate, and replaced them immediately with himself.

"God!" Finn exclaimed, both breathless and excited. Sex had never felt like this before, and Courage had never felt it either.

"Fuck," he muttered, feeling a whir of new sensations. Finn hadnever beenso relaxed, and it let Courage feel and explore his mate in an entirely new way. Emotionally it was so different as well. Finn was so receptive thathe felt nurturing. It made Courage feel nurturing too, as though the two of them were truly completing two halves of a missing whole. More cleanly and precisely than they had ever felt, they had _become_a whole.

Together they bucked, and for either it was unclear where cougar ended, and panther began. For as masculine as his role was, Courage couldn't seem to feel anything other than Finn's desire. He could keenly feel his mate'sbuilding pleasure as Courage again stroked in exactly the perfect ways. Andfor being plowed as he was, Finn could somehowonly feel the dick up inside him. It felt like it becamea part of him. He could evenfeel Courage coming to orgasm, as surely as he could feel his own orgasm building within. It was so different than anything he had felt, an impressive tide within him, and he knew that Courage could feel it too. It was the sensation of the two of them together, truly as one. It made Courage's own priorities shift. He didn't need to get off, and in fact he _couldn't_focus on himself at all - right now was all about Finn, and bringing him into nothing but the most pure bliss he had ever felt in his life.

Courage frequently said that he loved Finn more with every day, but now that statement reigned true with every thrust. Every motion, every moment, there was nothing but love, and unison in the way they moved together. Courage allowed that love to drive him, and to guide his thrusts where they needed to go. First a gentle stroke, followed by a sure stroke, and then a shifted pitch to strike Finn's insides in an entirely different way. All of it was by instinct, as though he were a destined part of this perfect machine, one which was well lubricated both by Courage's tremendous levels of precum and by Finn's passionate moans.

The panther's toes were curled to the sky. He was completely lost in the sex, lost in his fantasy, and lost in the depths of Courage's love. And then, with the greatest force he had ever felt, he came.

Courage watched, transfixed, as his mate spurted hands-free. By instinct Courage aided the motion with his own thrusts, timing them with the shooting ropes of his mate, yet holding off on his own orgasm. He could have cum then and there. However, it was easy to stop himself from cumming, because he knew Finn wasn't done, not just yet. Yes, the panther had cum, but not in the way Courage intended. Not just yet.

Without break or pause, Courage kept fucking his mate through his orgasm. The cat below him started to writhe and squirm, and buck up against the rod inside of him, driven entirely by feral instinct. By now Finn's moans had reached a constant, unbreaking pitch, lost in pleasure far beyond the levels of thought. His claws were clenched deep into the sheets, with the centralized nerves in his rear building to maximum capacity - beyond maximum capacity. Every stroke of his perfect cougar brought him closer to this unexplored ravine, with pressure building inexplicably, until one magnificent thrust pushed Finn over the edge. The dam broke, and the built up energy flooded through his entirety. It flooded through all of Finn's extremities, his voice running pitchless in the overload, and his paws shaking in the force. It flooded back into Courage as well, still pumping as he was, until he buried hilt deep inside of his mate, sealing them together as his seed pumped into his lover.

Finn could acutely feel his mate's cum inside, and he welcomed it warmly as pleasure continued to wash over him. It felt as though they had completed a rite of life, as though this was how sex was intended to be. He wanted Courage locked this way forever, and he wanted this moment to never be finished, even as the force of his orgasm made him faint, nearly to the point of blacking out.

One single thought, however, kept him lucid. In his incredible love for his mate there was one thought which rang true. It was on both of their minds, and it was knowledge they both shared, now more than ever. It was the knowledge that they wanted to spend their lives together, and more than that, they were going to. They would spend every day together, with enough love to last a lifetime, and then some.

There was just one detail to get out of the way, and Finn couldn't have stopped himself if he wanted to.

With his mate pressed inside of him, and lost together as a single unit, Finn felt himself form the words. And a part of him knew they had been said, but he hadn't heard them. His senses were lost, he could only focus on that immaculate cougar, and on that beautiful muzzle which formed the beautiful words:

"Of course I will, kitten. I thought that you'd never ask."