First Season
Story and Thistldown the herm skiltaire Copyright 2004 by The Minstrel
Starling is copyright her player and used by permission
First Season
Thistledown awoke to darkness, hir eyes making the adjustment from the false vision of hir dreams to the familiar albeit shadowy shapes in the room. In the dim light of the single LumiGlow lamp that shi had had since Starling brought hir home details finally started to come into focus and shi carefully turned to look over to the other side of the bed. The slow steady rise and fall of the shape under the comforter showed hir mistress to still be sleeping. Thistledown smiled fondly at the ferret and laid hir head back on hir pillow, glancing at the clock on the bedstand which revealed that it was quite early in the morning yet.
Shi lay on hir back staring up at the ceiling - an unnatural way of reclining for a non-anthro but it did take pressure off of a certain problem that had arisen during hir most recent foray into the land of dreams - which was showing no signs of diminishing anytime soon. In fact, shi was wide awake now and was feeling very restless. Shi soon tired of staying on hir back and rolled over to hir side. Hir hind leg shi had to keep raised somewhat to prevent contact with the 'problem' which was causing hir some level of discomfort while at the same time leaving hir wanting .. something. Shi wasn't sure exactly what but shi felt kind of like shi had an itch that needed attending to. Sort of. Hir hind leg tired and shi rolled over to hir other side. Starling stirred slightly at hir movements and Thistledown tried to lay very still, not wanting to wake hir mistress. Inevitably hir other hind leg grew tired and shi had to roll over onto hir back again, being very careful not to wake the sleeping ferret.
The discomfort of laying in that unnatural position was becoming troublesome and it didn't really address the problem at hand, so carefully Thistledown slipped out of the bed constantly checking to make sure shi didn't accidentally wake up hir owner. After standing on hir hind legs watching Starling sleep for a few moments shi crept quietly out the door of their bedroom into the living room hoping as shi shut the door that the hinges would not squeak. The door closed but shi did not latch it for fear the noise would wake hir beloved owner and shi stood there a little bit longer listening for sounds of movement, but hearing none, shi finally left the door and hopped up onto the couch sprawling hir meter long musteline self across it letting hir tail drape over one of the arms.
"What is wrong with me?" shi wondered as shi brought one of the lights up to a dim glow. Shi lay on hir back letting the back of the couch support hir on one side for comfort and looked down at hir problem. Four inches of pink very erect skiltaire maleness stood out in stark contrast to the pure white fur of hir belly, bobbing a little with hir pulse. While this was troublesome, it was not the entire focus of hir discomfort and shi leaned over it to look behind the small sac which was drawn up tighter than usual to hir body to view hir female attributes. Shi gave a startled chirp in surprise at what shi found then cast a glance over at the bedroom door for a moment before investigating further. Hir mound which was normally discrete and the same color as the rest of hir was now swollen and a deep pink. On top of that shi smelled different, stronger, which served to alarm and strangely excite hir at the same time.
"Mistress is going to take me to the Vet!" she thought to hirself with a twinge of fear. Hir tail flicked nervously as shi started to lay back again. Shi inadvertently brushed hir whiskers over hir engorged shaft and hir breath caught at the sensations that ran through hir like current. Shi leaned in again and intentionally tickled hir male member with hir whiskers feeling a level of guilt but at the same time something deep within hir demanding more. Shi ran hir tongue over it and shivered, letting out a deep sigh/moan; never in hir daily lickgroomings had shi felt THIS before.. but then shi had never been so hard like this before. Thistledown's eyes closed as shi passed hir tongue over the straining flesh again and hir dream returned to hir. Shi had been exploring with a young male skiltaire of a similar odd coloration as hirself, although where shi was completely white save for a single wide pale stripe of green that ran from between hir antennae to the tip of hir almost squirrelesque tail, he was white with a royal blue stripe and a thick ruddertail of the aquatic variety of hir species. On the banks of a river with petals falling from the trees as would only be in a dream shi and hir fantasy male had played tag and wrestled for some time, then finally cuddled lickgrooming each other affectionately. Shi had been grooming his belly fur when he had started to extend from his sheath and shi had been drawn to it sniffing and licking along its length then finally had taken it into hir muzzle eliciting a deep chirr from hir friend. Shi suckled on his length, the tingling from hir own sexes becoming an insistent need that was similar to an itch or burning that needed attention...
"Thistle?" a soft voice came to hir ears. Hir fantasy male was murring deeply now and starting to squirm beside hir. "I rolled over and you.. weren't..." Thistledown's eyes flew open as she came back to reality with a start. Hir muzzle was indeed full of skiltaire penis but it was hir own and as shi pulled off quickly and turned around, to her horror shi saw Starling standing by the arm of the couch looking at hir with an expression of surprise.
"Mistress," shi exclaimed, ears flatting and tail sweeping around to try to cover up hir all too obvious situation. "I -I couldn't sleep," shi stammered, feeling the heat rising to hir face, deeply ashamed. "I didn't mean to wake you, mistress.."
Starling touched her finger to Thistledown's lips to silence hir, adding a quiet "shhh" as she settled on the couch beside her pet. She stroked the now trembling skiltaire's back softly and rubbed hir head in between hir antennae trying to calm and reassure hir. "Move your tail dear," she said quietly. Thistledown slowly and with obvious reluctance let her tail lay on the couch cushions revealing herself, ears still flatted. "Oh my poor pet," Starling chirred giving Thistledown a gentle hug careful not to touch the skiltaire's obviously distended male member.
"A-am I going to have to go the the vet?" Thistledown asked quietly, hir lower lip trembling. "No dear," Starling replied as she smiled warmly down at hir. "This is perfectly normal and natural. I just wasn't expecting it this soon." The skiltaire looked up at hir owner quizzically but Starling simply stroked hir flank and encouraged hir to lay hir head in her lap. Thistledown nuzzled hir owners tummy affectionately before settling hir head across the ferret's thigh trying to relax. But as shi lay there being petted by hir owner shi was becoming aware of something shi had never taken notice of before in all the other times shi had spent with Starling in this very position. It was the ferret's custom to go about the house in the fur unless she was expecting company; Thistledown was often buried under a pile of discarded clothes as part of the 'coming home' ritual they had established. Any other time shi would not have given it a second thought but in hir aroused state hir nose was picking up the strong scent of hir owner so close to where hir head lay and it was further fueling the growing need that shi was suffering from.
Shi tilted hir nose down to breathe in that scent that was suddenly so interesting and Starling did not discourage it. Rather, shi started stroking the smaller fur's belly with her fingers paying special attention to the area around hir sheath. "Sweetie," the ferret said softly, "I want you to do what you were doing when I came out to look for you." Thistledown looked up at hir owner with an incredulous expression on hir face that could not have been more marked than if she had grown a second head. "Mistress?" shi replied uncertainly.
Starling smiled fondly down at hir pet. "It is ok. I need you to trust me, Thistle dear. I want your first heat to be special," she replied as she gently guided Thistledown's head towards hir belly.
"So THAT was what was wrong with me!" the skiltaire thought to hirself as shi nosed hir own shaft. "Heat.. what a very appropriate word for it," was hir last fully coalesced thought as hir male member was enveloped in the warm silkiness of hir own muzzle.
Starling smiled approvingly and laid hir hand on Thistledown's hips as the little skiltaire's instincts directed hir motions, hir muzzle starting to bob up and down and hips hunching a little. For her part the ferret was getting excited as well, but she wanted this awakening of her pet's sexuality to be all about hir. That desire did not however stop her from getting wet watching Thistledown fellating hirself so enthusiastically.
The scent of hir own heat was making Thistledown's head swim but it wasn't strong enough to completely drown out the wonderful aroma wafting over from hir owner. Shi closed hir eyes bobbing hir head faster and taking more of hir length into hir mouth as hir thoughts became a confused tapestry of images of hir dream male, Starling, and hirself doing things shi had never heretofore considered. Hir male rubbed his penis at hir female opening.. but to hir surprise it was Starling's finger that she saw when shi opened hir eyes rubbing oh so sensitive folds. Trusting hir owner completely, and too far gone to protest even if shi had wanted to, shi closed hir eyes again and held hir head still as hir hips started pumping of their own accord. Something was building inside hir, straining to be let loose, and shi was now simply along for the ride as hir instincts provided all the momentum to bring hir to whatever conclusion was about to happen.
The rubbing finger left hir now very damp sex but before shi could even whine in protest a hand was at hir muzzle limiting the amount of hir shaft shi could have in hir mouth. Starling leaned close to hir ear and whispered huskily, "Don't swallow. I want you to hold it in your mouth no matter what." Thistledown had no idea what she meant but shi was feeling that tension rising sharply, hir entire being centering between hir legs. Hir ears flatted and with a loud chirrup that feeling crested and .. her mouth was flooding with something salty/sweet in gushes timed perfectly with the spasms of pleasure wracking her little body. Hir eyes opened wide and shi would have swallowed the liquid if Starling had not warned her firmly once more "Don't swallow."
The ferret rubbed her thumb over the shaft twitching in her hand massaging it through Thistledown's climax and watched the herm's cheeks filling out as shi spent the first load of hir life into hir own mouth. To say the scene was erotic was an understatement and Starling was sure there was going to be a stain on the couch when she got up, but right now her eyes had drifted to her pet's hindquarters. The fur there was matted; the skiltaire had apparently gushed from her fem sex as well. After a few moments the twitching shaft in her hand finally stilled to just an occasional weak jerk and hir pet's eyes were looking at hir with a "what now?" expression, cheeks bulging. Starling held back a giggle, wishing she had an image recorder suddenly. "Ok," she said quietly, "I want you to pull off slowly. Don't swallow or spit it out yet." Thistledown did as shi was asked though as hir shaft finally left hir lips shi accidentally drooled some of her cum onto hir tummy. Shi closed hir lips quickly. "Now press your lips to your cunny dear," Starling murred gently spreading the skiltaire's nether lips with her thumb and index finger. Thistledown, panting and confused, simply moved hir muzzle to the place hir owner had indicated and gave a little shiver as hir warm lips pressed against hir other equally warm pair. Starling scooted closer so that her thigh was supporting Thistledown's back. "Spit it out, all of it as fast as you can," she urged, holding the skiltaire's backside with her hand.
Thistledown emptied hir cheeks in a forced stream into hir canal and then as the heat flooded hir shi arched and cried out, sticky white streamers bridging the gap of hir open jaws as another hard climax hit hir. Starling let her leg be a support for the little skiltaire as shi squirmed and writhed on the couch; yes there was definitely going to be a stain on the upholstery she decided.
Thistledown finally calmed down and lay hir head on Starling's leg panting hard and closing hir eyes, loathe to move. The ferret simply petted hir, smiling and chirring softly to hir enjoying this bit of tender snuggling. It was not long before the skiltaire's breathing had slowed to a steady even rise and fall of hir chest as sleep finally claimed hir.
.. and that my friends is it, the first bit of true erotica I've produced to date. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.