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The Perfect Match

Finding your perfect match didn't mean that life after that point would be perfect. Both Everett and Theresa had known that from the start. They fought sometimes. They needed their space. They had interests and problems and anxieties surrounding those interests, and friendships both solid and problematic in their own right which had existed before their relationship with one another, and those which had arisen when they were already together. But what neither one of them could deny was that once you'd found that perfect match, the person who complimented your weaknesses and amplified your strengths, life did become easier.

Except, of course, when they weren't around. Not just for a few minutes, or a few hours, but when they weren't around for days at a time, and those problems... those worries, those issues you'd grown so accustomed to dealing with together began to mount up around you. Little things which together you could have laughed off, suddenly becoming bigger and bigger issues in their own right.

A strange look from a colleague at work, usually offset by a playful joke as you walked in through the door, now left to linger in the forefront of your mind. A song stuck in your head, usually an earworm that could be inflicted with great delight and shared in mutual horror with your partner, now repeating over and over and over again with no distraction. An itch. A physical desire which normally your partner would be eager to satisfy, untended to for twenty four hours. Then forty eight. Then seventy two. Until by the end of that fourth day, you find yourself pacing around the apartment, clawed feet digging into the carpet with every step, and cock dripping... drooling hungrily upon the floor.

Sex might have seemed like a pretty selfish thing to be worried about of course, and indeed to a degree it was. But for Everett, sex wasn't as simple a matter as most guys. First of all he was a taur, which made even simple acts like masturbation a little more complicated. And secondly, more relevant in his particular case... he was big. Not just a little big, but... a lot big. The kind of big that had seen more than one woman in his past laugh and simply walk away from what before had been an eager offer to spend the night, and others try, and try, only to fail with emotions ranging from embarrassment to pity to outright anger at Everett for the sheer gall of being too large for them to handle.

Theresa though... she was his angel. His saviour. Years ago, when she'd first swept into his life, he'd barely been able to believe it. Just looking at her. The power contained in every move she made. The way her ears twitched. The way the corners of her muzzle crinkled when she laughed. The way she looked at him. Then down between his legs. Then back again, tongue slipping out to tease at her lips.

They'd known from the moment they first slipped off into the bedroom of their friend's apartment, abandoning the party to indulge in one another's bodies, that they were a perfect match. And now... spending time apart, physical as well as emotionally, was absolute torture.

A sound rang out in the hallway beyond the apartment's front door. A rustling. Everett's eyes widened. His nose rose slightly, instinctively scenting the air as his tail ceased its frustrated twitching and began instead to wag. A sharp, keening whine escaped him as a rattling of metallic keys upon a chain followed, with the sound of one particular key sliding into the door's lock soon after. He paced towards the door, trying to hold back but at the same time feeling his muscles tense as though ready to pounce upon his beloved wife. He heard the click of the lock opening. Saw the door handle turning downward. And then, for the first time in almost a week...

"Rett!"

Everett yelped as a rusty brown furred mass rocketed in through the door and tackled him with the full force of her substantial taur form, double-kicking the front door closed behind her with force enough to rattle the walls even as she pounced upon the male. They tumbled to the floor together, a mass of arms and legs and entangled brown and grey fur. He howled with delight and with laughter at the eagerness of his wife's greeting, but that laughter trailed off into an awed, joyous whimper when they managed to drag themselves out of one another's initial embrace and he saw the look in her eyes as she moved to stand face to face, upper torso to upper torso with her husband.

"Did you miss me?"

She was grinning. That knowing, gleeful, devilish grin of hers which betrayed that she had already caught sight of his situation. Hell, it wasn't like it was hard to see. He was naked for one thing, and while hiding an erection might not have been an easy thing for any taur, it was nigh on an absolute impossibility for him in particular.

"L-let me show you..."

He groaned as she reached out and touched his chest, running her hands through his lush fur and pausing with one resting over his upper torso's heart. Everett watched as Theresa closed her eyes and just stood there, feeling his heart pounding. Every beat, every life-giving pulse of blood flowing through his body dedicated to her in that moment. She opened her eyes, shook her head, and turned around on the spot.

"Don't show me. My eyes can only see. Make me feel it. Prove how much you missed me... a-and... find out how badly I missed you too."

She began to unbutton the blouse she was wearing even as she spoke, and wiggled her hindquarters as though eager for Everett to begin removing the skirt wrapped around her lower torso and draped down her back legs to just above the knee. He did so eagerly, reaching around beneath her and soon finding the clasp to loosen the garment. It fell open and aside with a single sweep of his hand, dropping to the floor only to be kicked away as though eager to be forgotten by the woman who had been wearing it. Everett growled louder still.

"O-oh god... Terry..."

His wife's pussy was now visible before him. As her tail swept up and out of the way while her skirt fell aside, there was no ignoring it. No hiding from it or ignoring it, not that Everett had the slightest desire to do so. It was swollen, the lips puffy and pink, and it was damp. Visibly wet already. At its base he could see her clitoris protruding from the folds of its hood, the nub large and prominent by any biped's judgement almost certainly, the size of a cherry or perhaps a little larger. He was drawn to it like a magnet, and even as she finished unbuttoning her blouse Theresa tensed up, arching her lower and upper back and letting loose a strangled yelp as Everett's thumb grazed roughly over that swollen and hyper-sensitive nub.

Snarling now as she looked back over her shoulder, huffing and grunting as the male continued to rub firm circles directly over her throbbing clit, Theresa's eyes were wide and shining with savage passion.

"All day I've been thinking of this. Dreaming. Waiting. For days all I've had is my toys. You know what that does to me. A-and now... fuck. Don't give me a thumb, Everett. Don't you dare try to start me off with fingers, or your tongue. Fuck me. Fuck me now, 'Rett."

Theresa was Everett's perfect match in so many ways, just as he was hers. There was so much more to their relationship than sex, but... it would have been a lie to say that it hadn't begun that way, or that sex hadn't remained a vital and passionately sizeable portion of that relationship since its beginnings. He had a huge cock even by the standards of his own species, unwieldy and unmanageable for the vast majority of bipeds and even some smaller taurs. But that was only part of it. For along with that mammoth cock came an equally massive sex drive, and it was there where their match was made in sweet, blissful heaven. For not only was the female wolf-taur even larger in stature than Everett himself, but she was hungrier too in her appetites.

The brown furred wolf gave a yelp of joy as she felt her lover's hands upon her backside, then the sudden increase in weight as his lower body lurched forward and strong forelegs instead found themselves resting across her lower torso. She peeled off her sports bra, unleashing ample breasts that her hands grasped at with rather urgent and savage squeezes, groaning happily as the weight of the slightly smaller grey wolf edged forward and she felt the instinctive rocking of his body already bucking its hindquarters towards her.

"Do it. Do... ooohhh... do it, please..."

Her body shook with anticipation. In this world she had never met another man like Everett. So giving. So eager to please because of all the times he had been unable to do so due to his size. And... god, she couldn't deny that a part of the reason she had fallen for him initially, and remained helplessly infatuated to this day, was that same size. That cock. His cock.

"Yes. Yes!"

She shrieked. Sobbed in delighted relief as she felt hard fleshy heat part her lips and heard a strained, haggard whine escape Everett's own muzzle. An inch slid in. Already so thick, thicker than any man she'd known before him. Another. Still getting thicker, still tapering to the full thickness of his pointed canid shaft. And another. And another as he humped, as he shuffled forward onto her, into her.

Despite their eagerness though, they let the moment last. They took it slowly, delighting and agonising all at once over how they came together not all at once in one swift and potent thrust, but slowly and steady. Inch by delicious inch sliding into Theresa just as they had the very first time they'd been together. Testing, exploring the limits of one another's bodies, both terrified that they wouldn't be able to fit... only to quite obviously discover that they could. Even now, thinking about that first evening in her friend's bedroom made Theresa shudder and moan as she felt Everett's cock pressing deeper. Slowly beginning to stretch her, to spread her open in a way few males ever could. To reach depths beyond the capacity of the most well hung bipeds she'd known, and to outmatch even some taurs in length.

"More..."

She'd moaned it then. A demand that Everett had never heard before, and that to this day he had never heard... nor wanted to hear for that matter, from anyone else. And now she moaned it again. Begging, pleading for him to give her the rest of that which he had to offer.

"O-oh god. God, yes. More, 'Rett. Keep going. F-fill me... ohhhhh fuck, fill... ahh, oh yes. Yes."

Everett himself meanwhile was undergoing a similar revelation, thinking of the past and revelling in the present all at once as he sank deeper into the only pussy ever able to contain him. Reaching out now he could just place his arms upon the flanks of Theresa's upper body, able to stroke and touch her as his back legs shuffled him ever further into the tight, wet embrace of her depths. Every inch meant another inch of furred flesh he could touch and embrace. Every throb of his cock meant another convulsion of her inner walls clutching around him, and vice versa. He was already in heaven, but he knew that what lay ahead was so much more glorious than just heaven.

And soon... very soon, he was there.

They were there.

"Oh god, Terry..."

"Oh. Oh, 'Rett. Yes."

Hilted. Completed. Theresa's pussy totally full, stretched and plumbed to the depths of her capacity, and Everett's cock buried to the base inside her, contained and clutched at tightly by the female taur's pussy.

He embraced her completely now, leaning his head forward to kiss at the top of her muzzle, to lick her upon the face from where he stood mounting her. His forelegs clutched tightly at her lower torso, his hands rubbed affectionately at her upper torso's midriff, and he whispered tenderly to her as they simply stood there. Not moving any more. Not fucking. Not even making the slightest effort to stimulate one another. Just standing there together. Full. United. Satisfied.

For a brief while, at least.

And then...

"O-oh..."

Then Everett began to thrust.

Then Theresa began to grind and roll her hips back against him.

A cry rang out, long and echoing around the apartment.

And another.

And another.

Cries became howls. Howls turned to screams.

The sound of bodies rocking turned to heavy slapping of flesh against flesh, ever more loud, lewd and damp.

Theresa and Everett were a perfect match, and they proved it each and every time they made love. For hours on end. Loudly. Shamelessly. Repeatedly. And with force, volume, and passion enough to ensure that all their neighbours knew it too.

By Jeeves

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