ND1 - Warmth and Comfort
In 2025 November, I made a small challenge for myself to write a story every day. It was mostly a success, and since the site is now alive, I decided to share my content here as well. :3
Warmth and Comfort
Written by: Screpter
Date: 01/11/2025
Content Warning : vore (unbirth), cattaur
Prenya lay comfortably on her futon, her front legs crossed together, one over the other, as she dealt with the unending supply of paperwork on her desk. Thanks to working at the library for more than a decade now, she was able to get herself her own office in the basement section of the library a while back. The sunlight shone in behind her through the small window at the top of the wall, far from enough to properly light up her office, but enough to warm her tauric body, and for some to even reach the back of her upper body.
The office felt slightly cold, due to the brick walls being the only things separating her from the cold earth outside, but it was hers. The library was old, and there weren’t enough rooms for offices for everyone, so if someone wanted one for themselves, they had to make do with what space they had in the large basement. It wasn’t much, but it was hers.
The door to her office opened, the old hinges creaking sharply, the movement stopping, before it continued. Then someone came in and closed the door behind themselves. She could feel the same embarrassed jolt over the creaking go over her that probably went through the person coming in.
And oh, the one who came in.
As her slitted gaze rose, the oh so familiar green, yellow, and blue feathers rustled, their owner puffing his feathers up from the unintended intensity of her stare. Yet over the years, she very easily learned to read him. Beneath the feathers, she could see the way his shoulders wanted to sag down, but were kept up by him to pull his head in between his shoulders. His hand held his other arm tightly, his eye unwilling to meet hers.
His talons scraped against the cold ground of the basement floor, dragging his legs as he reluctantly inched closer, clearly at the edge of deciding against what he needs and leaving. She knew well that he knew what he needed, but she also worked with him long enough to know he wouldn’t be willing to admit it, let alone ask for it.
Oh, poor, dear Sain.
Her gaze softened as her front legs uncrossed, then her massive body rose with her usual feline grace, unbothered by her ripe age of being forty-two. She walked around her desk, approaching the avian who seemed to shrink into himself, yet he didn’t pull away. He knew he was safe with her, he just didn’t feel it yet. It got to him on the rare occasion, like many other nasty thoughts she knew he was plagued by.
And she knew just what he needed.
She rested a hand on his shoulder, which slowly dragged over to his other one as she walked behind him, gently rubbing his shoulder. She could feel his muscles loosen, letting go of the anxious tension in them as she gently led him back to her futon. With a soft push, he was set to kneel at the end of it, while she carefully maneuvered herself back behind her desk.
Half-twisting her upper body, she reached back and nimbly unclipped the skirt that was secured to her tauric body, letting it fall off to expose her feminine regions. The feathers on Sain’s face flared out in his flustered expression when her wide, gaping sex was exposed, and she had to smile. He was always up for anything, yet he was still so innocent.
She didn’t need to say a word as she leaned her body back and gently pressed her outer folds down on his head, sliding them in effortlessly. Like an electric shock, the pleasure shot up her spine, and she bit into her lips to keep herself from moaning. This wasn’t for pleasure now, even if she was unable to ignore it like some other species did.
She shifted slightly, taking a step back and lowering her haunches, earning another jolt of pleasure as her folds were stretched, the avian’s shoulders and most of his upper body sliding in. She held her muzzle closed with a hand as she closed her eyes, the other moving to grab one of her breasts, before she stopped herself and decided to grip the desk instead. The old wood creaked from the strength of her fingers.
She drew in a big breath, steeling herself before she lowered herself further, until her thighs pressed against Sain’s. With a shaky release of air, she clenched around him as she rose back up, lifting his body, while she lowered herself on her front legs, crossing them once again as her breasts strained against her shirt while pressing down on the desk.
With the harder part done, she thanked the gods that she had herself modified enough to be able to do this without any help, as her inner muscles began to slowly undulate, pulling Sain deeper within herself. His hips slid right in, and she could feel the delicious bulge in his pants from his unwilling erection. Under normal circumstances, she would have loved to help him out with it, but right now, he needed something stronger and better.
He needed to feel safe.
With another roll of her muscles, his body was pulled in again, her soft inner folds kneading and rubbing against him with each undulating movement, easing the tension in his body while pulling him deeper. Slowly but surely, only his legs were outside, from the knee down, when she felt his head and shoulder in her womb.
A smile spread across her face as she continued her diligent work in taking Sain within herself, the pleasure causing her body to shake and shiver, while the skin on her fingers whitened from her vice grip. He was so close to being fully inside. She wanted him inside; she wanted to hide him away deep within her, to provide him with the safest place he could ever imagine to rest in.
She… she needed him inside.
With another pull, his taloned feet pressed against her dripping sex, and with a final clench, his entire body slipped inside. Her body shivered harder from the pleasure, almost painful with how she didn’t allow herself to enjoy it, to revel in it, to make herself reach a peak and drench Sain and her futon in her release.
She lowered her head and upper body, muffling a moan as her muscles pulled Sain deeper, her folds squeezing his body with wet squelches. By the gods, he was so tense, no wonder he needed this…
But next to that, his body was also a solid, grounding presence in her. She drew in deep breaths as she felt his motionless body sliding into her womb, curling up slowly as he hugged his knees to his chest, practically the only movements he did, before he returned to being motionless.
She released a long sigh, with which a low, satisfied purr began somewhere in her chest when he settled in. She slowly stretched her body, arms raising up high while her tauric body was elongated, the fingers on her large paws stretching apart, exposing her equally large claws.
As a minute passed, the pleasure she felt receded, and her body relaxed, slowly returning to lying on her futon. She clipped the skirt back on to be able to properly present herself in case someone came in, then stretched her hind legs out to one side, carefully putting her belly on its side as well, and ran a hand over the small bulge Sain created on it.
Her putt deepened as she caressed the bulge, the presence within her filling her with comfort. He felt like he belonged there, which she considered to be right. He deserved a warm, comfortable place to rest.
Slowly, she turned back towards her desk, raising an eyebrow when she noticed the deep claw imprints she had left on her desk. She will have to ask for a new, possibly sturdier one…
With that, she steadily resumed her work, having to reprint one or two papers that got crumpled or punctured. Her office was the same, old basement office, the cold walls stealing any ounce of warmth that the sunlight had brought, but she didn’t care. It was hers, and right here, right now, the warmth she felt now seeped into the rest of her body from deep within, where a dear friend rested.
Their needs have been met.
That’s all that mattered to her.