Alley Antics
Muzzles pressed togeher in a wanton embrace, Switch looked deeply into Quill's amber eyes, savouring every moment they spent together. He ran his hands down her side slowly, a soft shiver running up his equine spine when he finally felt the transition from cloth to the familiar furred skin of his jackal lover. This new sensation drove Quill wild, as she pressed her chest forward, longing for his hands to cup her ample breasts, tease her stiff pink nipples.
And he teased her still. Running hands once again up to her chest, his fingers only played lightly with the sensitive skin under her breasts. When he knew she could take no more, signaled by her quiet whimpering, fingers traced to run gently around her nipples, before he began to rub them in a circular motion.
Quill's whimpering changed to a soft moan, and she pressed herself into him, her shoulders backed against the rough wall in the back alley they shared as their place of mating. Her tongue slid from between jaws, and licked across Switch's nuzzle, and he returned by pressing his lips to her own in a needy embrace, his pelvis grinding against Quill's own, hands leaving those lovable breasts, and resting on her thighs, before cupping her ass lightly, bringing her forward to press into him, her feet barely touching the ground as their embrace became more and more rough with each passing moment.
The smell of their sex began to fill the air, and Quill felt herself becoming wet under the kilted short skirt she wore. She wasn't the only one to notice, though Switch himself was growing hard, and as he pulled her to him, grinding his love against her senstive pubic regions, he let out his own whine, breathing becoming heavy, his hand sliding between her legs to rub at her outter lips with a need.
Pushing back onto his digits, Quill longed for him to enter her fully, and her leg slipped upward to rest around his own, he grabbed her thigh, and with one hand began to pluck at the thong which barred him and his love from becoming one, pulling it to the side, greeted by the warmth of her juices, beginning to run down her upper leg and soak into her own fur, making her irresistable to him. He could wait no longer to be inside her, his erection struggling in his cargo pants, begging to be let free.
Removing his hands from her, Switch stepped back, his fingers working quickly, yet calmly at the belt about his waist. He was taking too long, and Quill needed to feel him in her hands, as she had felt his member pressing into her just moments before. She stepped forward, dropping to her knees in front of him. The only man she would ever succumb to. Fiddling with the tricky and restricting belt, it seemed an eternity before it fell free, tugging his pants down, boxors followed.
Switch reered his head back, and moaned as the air circulated around his massive cock, it sprang free and into the waiting, grasping hands of Quill. She took only a moment to look at it, before moving in to lick hungrily at the head, his sheath sliding back to reveal his glistening pink member; Switch moaned loudly-
They had danced, not an hour before the meeting in the alley. It was custom to them, and the only real time they ever managed to-spend time together. Quill worked all God's hours at Eden, her creation. Her beautiful Anthro-only night club.
She, an unruly and beautiful Jackal, amber and ebony, full of grace and lithe as she danced her way across the floor to her only love. Switch, a strong and wild grey stallion; succumbing only to her.
Switch loved the way she danced, in a world of her own, she only saw him on the dancefloor. For all the vast sea of raised paws, frantically reaching towards the strobe-lit ceiling, writhing together in the heat of hard trance, there might as well only have been those two. She ground against him, in a way she knew he loved, their thighs grinding as the pair danced, jolting in exctasy as the music played on. Hands writhing, touching each other heatedly. Running over her attired figure, cupping her breasts every so often. The pair wanted to be one, though they weren't the type to draw too much attention. Only that which was accepted when so many anthros crammed into the well-sized nightclub.
How strong he looked, elegant too. The perfect gentleman, looking deeply into her eyes, Quill leaned in to nibble his shoulder lightly. Switch could have anyone in this club he wanted, give or take- Yet he had chosen her. He wanted her, and for that she was honoured.
Both of the pair were idolized in their own right. Quill for her arrogant party-attitude, Switch for his grace and mystery; yet so few had ever seen the love behind the guise.
He licked across his muzzle when her hand brushed against his, even then, swelling cock. He longed for her, and after another ten-or-so minutes, whilst he sat in a booth waiting for Quill to return with their drinks, he decided he could wait no more. He wouldn't make it through the night if she continued to tease.
As soon as Quill returned, he gave her no time to even place the drinks down, and taking one only to down the contents in one go, he grabbed her hand and pulled her across the dance floor, fighting back the sea of party-hungry tranced dancers, through the back of the bar, and into the alley, roughly pushing her against the wall to hungrily have his way-
And so there they were, but moments later, as Quill ran her lithe tongue over Switch's length, hungrily lapping at the precum which soon started to run down his engorged cock. She moaned, her head tilting up, eyes gazing at the strained face of her alley-lover, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
"Yeah.. That's it. Oh- You're good.." His husky voice only spurred Quill on, and she took the head of his cock into her mouth, pierced tongue running circles around the sensitive appendage. She loved to hear him moan, call her name. His hands clasped to the back of her head, muscles tensing as he began to fuck her mouth slowly, pumping his member softly, in and out her mouth.
Inch by inch, Quill took it all in. Sucking furiously, almost roughly, trying her best not to gag on Switch, his huge member sliding further down her throat. With every squirt of pre-cum, she swallowed, the muscles contracting about his head, causing the anthro to moan louder.
The pace speeded up, and with each moan, "Yeah.. Harder, faster! Ohhh.. Oh yeah. That's it baby, you love it!", Switch began to pump in and out of her mouth, holding her hair, forcing her deeper and deeper, his balls beginning to tighten, her hands cupped his sac and Quill began to massage his balls, almost begging for the cum, moaning, all the while her eyes locked on his face. Sweat running down to soak into his sleek coat.
"Oh.. Ohhh. Ohhhh...." He began to tense, humping her mouth furiously; a signal which caused Quill to tightly wrap her hand about the base of his shaft, and retract from her antics. He let her go, of course, and looked down. The look of lust evident in his crazed eyes, begging for her. Needing her.
Strong arms reached down to lift the Jackal to her feet, and pressing roughly against her, Switch stepped forward, backing Quill against the rough alley wall once more. His mouth locked to hers, tongue exploring, dancing with her own, and grinding furiously at her pelvis, he reached to grab the back of her thighs.
The Jackal complied, and lifted her legs, letting him support her whole weight. Lifting her up with the slightest of ease, Quill's legs wrapped tightly about Switch, locking her ankles together at the back. She let out a soft whimpering, and placing her arms around his muscled neck, she closed her eyes, breathing became heavy whilst Switch reached behind her with one hand, her weight supported mostly by the wall itself now.
A finger slid under the thong, and he peeled it from between her soaking, glistening lips, holding it to the side. Switch shifted slightly, moving his throbbing cock till it pointed at Quill's entrance, and looking into her eyes once more, the two lovers shared a moment of passion. Panting slowly, they held onto the brief emotional sensation before Switch abruptly ended it by thrusting his cock brutally into her tight wet pussy.
"Ohhh! Switch!" Quill moaned the loudest out of both of them. The almost painful feeling gave way to extreme pleasure. One she only felt by being filled with Switch's member. It stretched her, never surprising the Stallion how tight she was around him. Almost perfectly fit for each other. Pausing but a moment, he began to thrust in and out of the Jackal, a hand reaching to quickly pull her top above her waiting breasts, bouncing free for his eyes only, Switch leaned in to suckle on a hardened pink nipple, nipping and nibbling it gently. His thrusts were hardly the same, however.
With the force only a heated, horny stallion could have, his cock brutally ravaged her pussy, their juices minling as the sounds of their sweating bodies slapping together spurred them on even more. His balls slapped against her ass loudly, and Quill's breasts jiggled with the force of their mating. "Oh," Quill moaned loudly, throwing her head back. "Harder, harder!"
Moaning with every new thrust, the stallion would pull out almost completely, before thrusting in once more, his cock roughly grating the walls of her sex, her clitorus grinding on the rough, now matted coat of Switch.
She called his name, over and over, as he stretched her to her full, forcing in all ten inches of his burning cock, their mating becoming more frenzied with each new thrust.
Leaning forward, Switch pressed his muzzle to line with Quill's own, and they both closed their eyes, heeding only the burning sensation as juices were shared, and lost, running down their thighs and dripping into the matted furr of both lovers. Grunting and whining, sounding out low, beastial sounds as Quill began to feel the welcomed sensation, an orgasm approaching. Switch felt her walls begin to tighten, and her higher pitched cries forced him to thrust harder. Wildly bucking into his canine counterpart, the stallion's sac began to tighten, his balls swelled with the vast amount of cum inside, which began it's familiar path through his cock. He bucked, faster and harder, till he force knocked his lover against the wall; rough, the way she loved it.
He wanted her to come in time with him, for them to share the moment, and thrusting his hardest, they screamed aloud in unison, as Quill's dripping cunt tightly contracted against Switch's cock, as the stallion began to flood her insides with his hot seed. Spattering deep into her, cum flooded in vast spurts from his member, filling Quill completely.
She moaned, whined, and as the stallion began to slow his thrusts, bringing down the slow heat of their mating, eyes opened once more to gaze lovingly at each other.
A tongue ran across her lips slowly, and still panting, Quill pulled Switch in for a long, wet kiss, hungrily tasting him after their efforts. "I love you sometimes.." She whispered softly to him, nuzzling her stallion gently.
"Only sometimes?"
"Only sometimes. The other times I usually loathe you."
She giggled, and Switch chuckled, the pair still locked together. He loved her so, and adored her quirky habits, her sense of humor. Each little thing that made her as a whole; he loved it all, and knew it was completely returned. He stooped his posture, and leaned back, releasing her, setting her down gently, still inside her sensitive walls, listening to her moan occasionally. Hands pulling down her top, he brushed over her sensitive nipples one last time, grinning, before with a hefty pull, Switch slipped his now almost-limp cock out of her dripping cunt with a loud slushing noise, cum instantly beginning to drip down from her pouting lips. Strands of cum still kept them together, and these were pulled apart as he stepped back, looking down at his messy little lover.
The Jackal barked, and jumped around, furiously tugging on his jacket to wipe her leg, giggling all the time. "You make so much mess Switch! I'm going to have to sneak up the fire exit now!"
The stallion chuckled, and yanked back his jacket, putting it on slowly. "And what about me? I have all the way home to walk! What will I do Quill?" He looked to the Jackal, who was now hurredly straightening out her top, brushing through her hair with slender fingers. "You can come up to my house, you can stay with me." She looked up at him for a moment, and that familiar, sly smile crept across her chops, one that meant more mating was planned.. Switch returned her sneaky gaze.
They paused a moment, looking to each other in earnest, before a quick yapping sounded the race, and Quill darted for the old rusty steps which led to her apartment's fire exit, with Switch on her tail close behind.
As the alley became quiet, no longer echoing their loud, passionate love-making, the only sound heard over the music from inside the club was that of laughter, and the soft "C'mere Quill, your thong is all to the side!".