FSE

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"Hello, How's it going today?"

Two white ears perked up at the sound of the store attendant's voice and poked out above the top of the rack she'd been flicking through. Two blue eyes met those of the saleswoman before a small smile curled onto the feline's face, showing the dainty points of her white fangs over her equally snowy fur. Stepping back slightly to face the attendant, the girl spoke. "It's just fine, thank you."

"Well, what are you shopping for today?" An easy smile curled the friendly horse's lips before she gave a small nod. Her hands hovered in front of her belly, where she wore a small with a measuring tape drooping over the edge. She wore all black, an unassuming and professional shade for the petite, lingerie boutique.

In comparison, the feline wore lacy tights down into a pair of boots underneath a frilly skirt. Everytime she moved, the skirt would flutter dangerously close to flashing whatever was beneath, and when her tail moved it seemed to dance around her thighs. With a soft pink top decorated with a large bow along the neckline, the clothing appeared cutesy, but the deep neckline and the tight fit suggested otherwise. At the question, she scratched lightly at her ear alongside a small bow tied into long pale, blonde hair. "Actually, I'm looking for a bit of a Christmas gift, a surprise really." Her lips quirked up into a grin, a mischievous smile that made the older mare chuckle.

"Ah! For a special someone?"

"Oh yes, he's special alright." She giggled, a soft and airy laugh before nodding seriously. "I want to get something to take his breath away on Christmas Eve."

The mare nodded understandingly and stepped a bit closer, signaling the start of a more intimate sale transaction now than the basic greeting. Her voice lowered slightly, avoiding other customers overhearing. "What are you looking for? Something a bit more kitschy or novelty? Or maybe a more classic, Christmas-inspired lingerie?" She cracked a warm smile, "basically, do you want fur and Santa belts on the outfit or not?"

The feline bobbed her head, making the snowy tops of her breasts jiggle slightly within the low-sweeping top. "Something classier. I don't want to look too silly, but I want it to be a bit Christmas-y, and I love bows!" She gestured down to her entire outfit. "If you couldn't tell!"

"I think I have just the thing. Do you want to try it on?" The feline nodded, and the mare continued. "Why don't I set you up with a fitting room and get measurements than grab just the right fit, we want to hug all the right places. Is there anything in particular you want or don't want?"

The feline thought to herself for a moment before a soft pink hue colored the apples of her cheeks and made the pale fur glow with the warm shade. "I want crotchless panties with it because I know he won't want to wait a second and I don't want him ripping them off!"

"Oh! You have an exciting visit planned!"

"I hope so since I'll have hours to get there first! But that'll just build the anticipation, right?"

"Oh is it a ways away?" They arrived in front of the dressing rooms lining the private backwall, and the mare let the feline into one of the empty stalls with a key around her neck before she swiveled away. "You go on in and strip down, and I'll go grab a few sizes in the piece I think you'll like. Then, I'll measure you."

"Okay!" The girl shuffled forward into the room, pausing to close the door and inspect herself in the long, floor length mirror. Her pure white fur showed with a fresh wash and her blue eyes seemingly popped out of their sockets. A small blush of excited anticipation warmed her cheeks still, giving her the faintest cozy glow. Grabbing for the hem of her top, she peeled it up the length of her slender body to reveal her flat, toned stomach- covered in downy white fur. Draping the shirt over the small seat in the corner of the stall, she adjusted her lacy, shelf bra that lifted up her perky, petite breasts and ended just above the rosy bud of her nipple. Shimmying out of the tight waist of the skirt, she peeled down her tights till she stood in just her bra and panties; both of which were a soft rosy shade of lace.

"Knock, knock!" The mare's familiar voice alerted from outside the door before entering with a stack of clothing and her measuring tape streaming behind her like a flag. Then, she carefully took every measurement and helped the girl into the selected option before leaving her to inspect it herself.

Now, instead of her innocent lace set, the young woman stood in front of the mirror in a dramatically different ensemble. Red, ribbon straps held her bust high, in a dark black and red layered bra, with satin bows at the connection of each strap. Then, long, dark stockings went up to her thighs where red ribbon garters connected to a silky garter belt. The panties, matching the bra, were in a dark red with black overlay on either side of her hip and small bows on the side of her waist. If she spread her leg, she could partly see into the open crotch where her white, furred lips peeked out.

"What do you think?" The mare asked, hovering outside of the door patiently awaiting the feline's appraisal.

"I love it! I look so, so hot!" She giggled, spinning in the mirror to eye her bare ass in the teeny, crotchless thong before she changed back into her own clothes and eagerly returned the garment to the attendant to wrap into her small, boxy bag. Then, they headed to the cash register to complete the payment.

"So, you never said where this mysterious lover was. Where are you headed for your Christmas rendezvous?" The mare asked as she handed the bag across the counter with a warm smile.

The feline grinned, flashing a deviously playful smile. "Oh, you know what they say, there's no place like home for the holidays." Then, she winked and spun on her heel and exited the store with a swing in her hips.

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"Ding-Dong! Ding-! Ding-! Ding-Dong!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Patience!" With a grumble, the tall panther threw open his front door with an exasperated explosion ready, only to look down at the wide, rounded eyes of the petite white kitten and instead a long sigh puffed out as he opened his arms. Eagerly, she launched herself forward into his chest. Her cheek pressed to his front while slender arms encircled around his strong abdomen. "Daddy! It's been too long!"

His own arms circled around her back, holding her tightly to him as the cold, outside air rushed into the house. Faintly, Christmas music played in the background with the familiar strain of saxophone leading an accompanying guitar. From around the bulk of the larger feline, the girl could see the shape of a tree inside, covered lightly with a spattering of bulbs and a strand or two of twinkling lights. Pulling back from the hug, the panther gestured into the house. "Come in, Kitten. It's cold out." He ushered her in and watched as she scurried inside, dragging her rolling suitcase in behind her with a little jiggle of her hips. Over her shoulder, she glanced back at him, eyeing the powerful expanse of his sturdy chest before she eyed the small points of his fangs she could see in his smile- the strong bite in his jaws.

"I'm gonna run upstairs and put my things in my room and grab your present," she chirped with a little twinkle in her eyes, the one mark of her inner mischief hidden beneath an outer layer of sweet innocence. As she headed upstairs, the panther eyed the way her skirt swished with every step, nearly flashing her bottom with the flicking twitches of her long, white tail with a bow tied around the tip. Once she disappeared, he headed into the living room to sit in the oversized arm chair with a faint sigh. "Lord knows what that girl's picked out this year..." he thought to himself, remembering years of elaborate presents she'd pour whatever earnings she had into. He chuckled, peeking beneath the tree to his own spattering of things, picturing the slender box wrapped in gold tucked towards the back. A powerful toy, the legendary Hitachi, to try this year and see just how much the girl could withstand. A grin settled over his lips, excited to see the girl quivering... begging equally for him to stop and go. What better way was there to celebrate Christmas?

Upstairs, the feline stepped into the lingerie once again, taking her time to situate every piece perfectly- and comfortably, she knew he wouldn't be pausing to let her untwist a strap once she made it back down the stairs. Once dressed, she hesitated with a glance in the mirror, running a finger along her slit already drooling with excitement through the opening of the crotchless panties. "I can't wait..." She thought, easing the door open and peeking out just enough to see him sitting in the chair with a direct view to the stairway. Perfect.

With her first step out of the bedroom, his eyes moved to her.

Bathed in the shadows of the hallway, Kitten's white fur stood out slightly, just enough to show the shape of her feminine curves, a soft hourglass shape down to her petite hips. Her tail swished behind her, still tied with a ribbon that made its own tracks through the dim light. Her hair was loose, swept over one shoulder to leave the other bare. Her long legs walked forward, hips swaying slightly before she hit the light at the top of the steps and hesitated.

Now in the light, he saw the red themed lingerie. The bra, straps made of a thick, shiny red ribbon, held up perky, alabaster breasts that mounded out of the shelf cups. Her smooth, bare stomach led down to the panties, a matching shade with the pink of her sex peeking out when she stepped forward to spread her legs through the open bottom. Even from far away, he could see the liquid glistening on the skin there, the droplets of her building excitement clinging to the white fur. Long stockings covered her slender legs, drawing the eyes up the garters back to her crotch, always keeping his focus on the tease through the flashing peephole of her open panties. Every step brought another glimpse of her wetness, her eagerness for him after so long, her lustful anticipation that had her worked up already without a single word from him, without a single touch. Just the thought of being with him again had her dripping, perhaps she'd even had to touch herself upstairs, too needy to wait.

His tongue, rough as sandpaper, licked over his lips in a long stroke and a single rumble of a purr came from his chest. Here, instead of a box, she'd wrapped herself up in pretty paper to be torn off to find the present inside.

Step by step, she made it down the stairs with three fingers gliding along the banister, keeping her balanced while she took slow, fluid steps. The entire time, she felt her own anticipation mounting. She could feel his eyes roaming over her body, taking in the curve of her hips, the mound of her sex so close to being exposed and her lower lips that peeked out each time her legs stepped apart. She could smell his musk faintly in the air, stronger with every foot closer she made it to where he sat, waiting patiently for her with a smirk settled over his lips.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy" she finally said, standing directly in front of him in his chair with both eyes downcast towards him awaiting a reaction. "Do you want to unwrap your present?"

Looking up, his grin twitched slightly, widening as a single finger hooked into the front of her panties and tugged her sharply forward so her feet shuffled up to stand between her knees, spread in the chair. She trembled at the touch, feeling just his fingertip hovering inches above her sex made her ache for something more. Eagerly, impatiently, her hips gave a squirm forward to try and ease his touch lower, but he moved the hand fluidly back to instead grab onto the sides of her, holding her separated from him. Then, one hand glided up her back, tracing along the faint ridge of her spine till it tucked beneath the clasp of her bra.

Teasingly, he wiggled a finger beneath the clasp, pulling against the elastic without undoing the secure close. His fingertip traced beneath the strap around her back, shifting to the front with a grazing touch that made her tremor again. He traced the curvature of her breasts, one by one, without touching the sensitive flesh. "This is my present?" he whispered, voice suddenly deeper, rumbling and husky as she fidgeted in front of him, impatient but trying to appear the opposite.

With the hand on her hip, he began to glide his touch along the curve of her body, caressing the gentle slope of her hips over the silky, white fur. He reached back, lightly grazing a touch over her butt without giving her the satisfaction of a true grip, a hard grope to pull her closer like she wanted. Instead, he teased her like he planned to fold up the paper with the gift when done and every piece of tape had to be gingerly peeled off. "Such beautiful wrapping, I don't think I want to ruin in." He teased, practically breathing the words he spoke so softly, sending shivers down her spine with the growly rasp in his voice.

She squirmed, spreading her legs slightly so her puffy clit showed through the opened panties. "Y-you don't have to..." Her lip tucked between her teeth, breathing out a shaky breath as she spotted the bulge in the front of his slacks, pushing them forward as he continued to stroke his hands down her body before finally cupping her bare ass, pulling her close enough she felt the girth of his tenting pants beneath her naked crotch. He pulled on her, using the grip on her ass to rock her forward against him, manhandling her.

"A-ah, Daddy" she whimpered, putting a hand out against his shoulder to steady herself. She gripped onto him slightly, nails pressing into his shirt faintly as her hips rolled against the bulging shape of his cock escaping from its sheath within the cage of his pants, hidden from view as he leaned up, nipping her tender earlobe.

A growl rolled out of his lips, making her quake against him. "What's this present meant for? Hmm? Kitten?" She felt his fingers tighten, kneading her ass roughly. His claws lightly pricked through the fur, tickling the skin with their sharp tips while one finger slipped beneath the strap of the back, tugging it between her ass crack and pulling it flush to her body. "What do I get to do with this present?"

She whimpered, a blush coloring her cheeks at his hands and mouth starting to work her over, sending heat flooding through her body. Not just onto her now rosy cheeks, but between her legs where her thighs were starting to dampen with the droplets leaking from her sex.

A claw rubbed through the strap, tracing between her pert, rounded cheeks before rubbing to the tight, back door through the fabric. He teased the material forward, pushing it slightly into the puckered star while his breath washed over her throat. "Hmm?"

She flushed a deeper shade of red, voice caught in her throat with the teasing between her rump cheeks, working the fabric a full inch into her only with the tip of his finger grinding into the tight hole. Her voice warbled, squeaking out with a moan. "A-anything you want."

"Anything?" His other hand slid down to her front, grazing along her thigh, sneaking between them to stroke over the smooth fur without touching her leaking pussy, though his eyes did dip down to see the gleam of her excitement on the velvety lower pair of lips. "What would you like me to do, Kitten?"

She shivered, trying to shift her body to catch his hand unsuccessfully. His breath was hot against her neck, light kisses and quick, fleeting nibbles started to trace the curve of her throat, focusing on the tender line of her jugular and the softest flesh behind her ear. She felt the faint touch of his fangs brushing the skin, sending shivers down her spine at the danger there, of offering her neck up to the powerful panther. She felt the strength in his grasp, holding her steady and her legs apart with his hands while fingers spread out to tease against her skin and continue pressing up to her puckered hole. Though covered, she could picture the body beneath his clothing, lean but toned with underlying strength, with a definite tapered V-shape leading down to his barbed length, long with a flaring point of a tip.

She swallowed, heat making her white fur pink from the apples of her cheeks down to the base of her throat. "Touch me. Manhandle me..." She whimpered, blurting them like trivia answers before she fell silent again. Both hands returned to her ass, kneading the two fleshy cheeks and tugging them apart, exposing the line between them before pressing them back together. "Is that all?"

"N-no-" Another growl faintly rumbled in her ear. She mewled softly, voice shaking with the moan. Her crotch practically ached, wanting some touch. A hand snuck down, dragging hurriedly through the fur of her stomach but, as quickly as it had come, the hand was jerked up along with her other by her wrists before her hips were spun, facing her the opposite way to face the coffee table. With a hand in the center of her back, the panther pushed her slowly forward to bend, hands going to the edge of the table to balance her.

From behind, bent at the waist, she gave a view of her pussy lips through the panties partly spread with her engorged, needy clit puffing out from between her lower lips begging to be touched, to be toyed with. Instead, his hands stayed seated on her ass, continuing to grope and manhandle the soft cheeks while she whimpered.

"What do you want, Kitten?" he asked, his smirk evident in his tone and the fact that he loved watching her like this, desperate and too shy yet to beg, but given enough time she'd give in. She always gave in. Embarrassment lost out to lust in every round.

"Daddy!" she protested, peeking over her shoulder with flushed cheek, lip stuck out in a pout. He could see her need oozing out of her lower lips, dripping onto her thighs and clutching to the fur or pooling against the edge of her panties. He knew she wanted him, needed him, but the best part was giving her anything but.

"Mew for me." He demanded, watching her cheeks deepen in color at the suggestion, the command. He could see her mind rolling it over, balancing out her mild humiliation at giving into her more animal side and the pleasure of listening to him, following his every word.

"M-meeew..." Came the warbling sound, a faint and desperate whine of a meow that brought his lips up into a sharp smile. His fingertip ran down the silk back of her panties, tracing the edge of the fabric in the closest he'd gotten, thus far, to touching her needy snatch. "Now, what do you want?"

"I-I want you to touch me! Please, Daddy! Please stop teasing..." Her voice ticked up higher, a girly, whining tone.

Her eyes peeked over her shoulder again, and he suddenly had a very evil idea at the sight of her wide, pleading eyes. Grabbing for the thick red ribbon on her tail, he unraveled it from its knot. Then, he slipped it around her head, tying it snug over her eyes. "Daddy's going to open a present for you. Does that sound nice? Something substantial?"

Her head bobbed in a nod, fingers still gripping onto the table with her butt lifted up towards him. He grinned, lightly smacking her ass, just enough to make her jump from the lack of anticipation. "What was that!?"

"Yes, Daddy!" Her voice crackled with excitement, surprised by the spank and sparked by it, feeling the intensifying mood. He paused then, slowly undoing his belt and shucking his pants noisily off, letting the blindfolded feline hear the clink of the belt buckle and the fabric parting to let his cock spring out. The length bobbed in the air, barbs flaring briefly while precum beaded on the tip. Then, he grabbed for the wrapped box, taking his time unwrapping it and again letting her hear the noise of it. Confusion built up, clouding her mind with curiosity and uncertainty.

One hand worked her butt, groping her flesh idly while the other plugged in the device and brought it up to the opening in her panties, parting out around her soaked sex. She was whimpering, whining into the air with impatience. Feeling the first touch of something against her, she moaned when the toy kissed to her clit. The broad head sat against her, still and silent as her father grabbed onto one hip, preparing to hold the girl steady as he flicked the on-switch with a thumb.

The device clicked on with a sudden whirr. Instantly, a gasping cry shot into the air. A current shot through her body with the unexpected vibrations against her desperately needy button. Her hips squirmed, trying to jerk away from the sudden simulation, but he held her steady as another cry bloomed into the air. The vibrations worked through her crotch, buzzing not just the skin it touched but seeming to whirr through the entire section. Her body twitched, shuddering in his hold but the panther held her steady.

Knuckles white, she clutched onto the table as her knees wobbled, threatening to buckle. "Daddy!" She cried, voice breaking on the 'y' before she suddenly felt his hand shift forward on her hips, not just holding her still but pulling her back onto the device. Her weight rolled back against the buzzing head, forcing it to sit with a throbbing pressure flush to her sex.

"Ooooh!" With her rocked back, her moans filled the air just above their heads while he leaned forward against her, nipping the soft skin of her neck again with a low growl. Teasing the soft flesh against his fangs, the larger feline murmured into her ear, voice low and raspy. "Merry Christmas, Babygirl." Then, he pressed his teeth down into her scruff with a claiming bite that sent her whimpering moans up a notch into full fledged cries of delight.

With the hand on her hip, he inched his touch up to her chest, roaming over the expanse of her stomach before teasing under the hem of the bra. His fingertips grazed along the curving flesh of her breast before pushing the garment up off her, filling his palm with one, pert tit. Fingertips pinched at the hard, rosy red nipples, only adding volume to her breathy, increasingly out of control noises. Little mewls were starting to steal her voice, groans of "Oh God" turning into long, warbling mews that stretched up into the air before popping with breathless sucks of air.

He could feel her hips starting to quiver. Her breath was needy, slurping down the necessary air before fresh noises stole it away. He could taste the sweat dotting down her neck in her fur, a salty tang in her otherwise sweet flavor. She was muttering beneath her breath, spitting out sharp words that contrasted her sweet appearance like the sweat in her fur contrasted her own taste.

"D-daddy! I-I-I.. I'm guh-guhnna..." A moan cut off her voice while her body gave a hard shake. Seeing her here, teetering at the edge, the panther suddenly grinned and pulled back from her neck. Then, he pulled the toy away. Her body gave a telltale shudder, but then a gaspy whine escaped. "What are you doing?"

"You're pent up. I don't want to miss feeling that intense orgasm when it happens" he told her, straight faced, almost disinterested sounding, but she could see the throbbing in his cock. The long length jutted up from his lap, glossy with precum while his hands focused on her.

She bent slightly at that, giving her ass a slight wiggle in his direction. "Come feel it then." He could see her eyes now, the blindfold stripped off and discarded on the table while two eyes peered over her shoulder at him, expectant. Her pussy lips were soaked now, a puddle forming between her lips and dribbling out onto the floor or sliding into the fur of her thighs. Her body needed him desperately, which made it all the more enjoyable to deny her that.

"I don't know. I think maybe we should open some more present, wouldn't want to get too wrapped up in this one..." He said, guiding her back and onto his lap over a thigh. Her pussy lips sat against his pant leg, rubbing slightly for some relief while she balanced herself by leaning back into his chest. His chin sat on her shoulder, murmuring into her ear. "I'll enjoy this present fully later on... when she's nice and needy."

A whine responded, but he ignored it to pluck another box from beneath the tree, setting it on the undressed girl's lap while a hand idly petted over her breast, stroking along the smooth curvature of their form while she tugged the ribbon and tore through the shining paper.

"You got me a box!" She joked, flashing a cheeky smile enough to earn a jostle on his knee hard enough to make her moan with the grazing grind against her engorged clit. Flipping the lid from the box, she stared down at a thick, leather collar decorated with a lace cover. In the center, a oversized D ring dangled with a pink belly in its center. The girl stared, blushing before whirling to throw two arms around her father's neck and a leg over his lap so she straddled him.

Her sex grazed his cock, sending a shiver down her spine while he throbbed against her. Her lips lightly touched to his neck, then she moved to a tall ear, nipping its edge. "Come on, Daddy. Fuck me, fuck me senseless. Fuck me till my stomach sloshes, till the carpets stained, till I can't hold another drop. Fuck your baby girl. Your kitten."

A lewd smile stretched over his lips while he situated the collar around her slender neck, carefully closing its clasp before flicking the bell. "Mew for Daddy."

This time, she didn't hesitate a moment before mewing faintly, repeating herself louder a second after. Two wide, eager eyes watched him while her hips grinded against him, rubbing her wet lips along the length of his cock. Her legs clenched on either side of his thighs, anticipating her movement over his lap. She lightly bit her lip, tugging on the tender flesh with an impatient, shy look as if she was starting to worry she'd said the wrong thing.

Suddenly, his teeth had replaced hers on her lip, tugging her into a rough and sloppy kiss with hands on either side of her face and fingers hooked into her collar. He held her like she was his since she was, and with a sudden jerk of his hips, he hilted into his kitten with a low growl into her mouth.

"Ohhh!" Her cry muffled against his lips, seeming to fill his mouth with her breath before he kissed her harder, pulling her into him as she started to bounce over his lap. Her eager, desperate energy finally had a place to go. Quick, but deep thrusts pounded him up into her soaked sex, already clenching needily around him. Her tunnel milked around him, massaging down his length and letting the barbs scrape down her insides. Faster she pushed herself, bouncing so quickly her breasts jostled against him and her teeth threatened to chatter in their liplock.

Breaking the kiss, he grabbed onto her hips with another low growl and began to pound her harder, sending her bobbing over his lap with a wide-eyed look of surprise. Gaspy squeals clouded over the faint Christmas music in the background and the jingling of bells outside. Her body worked over his lap, half-dressed and stripped down to show her bouncing breasts and her glistening, stretched pussy.

With every thrust, she clenched down on him, already so close and so ready to orgasm after his merciless teasing. Her collar jingled, tolling into the air along with her own hollering and lightly thunking to her throat. She looked good with the collar though, a thick chunky reminder of who she belonged to around her pale, dainty throat already marked with an oversized bite.

"D-daddy! Faster! Please! Faster, faster, faster!" Two little hands pushed against his stomach, balancing herself as she help him move her. Her moans were cutting through her words, but she still struggled to get them out in her breathy, girlish whines. "I want you to cum for me Daddy. Please, cum for me. I wanna be filled up. I want you to make my tummy swell. D-daddy!"

He felt his balls pulling up, barbs flaring inside her and gripping her inner walls. He held her hips tighter, making the skin ache beneath the grasp- not that she'd complain. Her voice echoed in his ears, her desperate begging. Slamming her down over his lap, he felt every inch of her pussy contracting around him, milking his cock.

Using a finger hooked into the d-ring of her collar, he tugged her down to his lips. "Cum, Kitten."

And cum she did. Her moan mashed into his mouth with a sudden, deep kiss while her body spasmed over him. Fingers clutched to the male's chest for handholds while she shook and rocked against him. Then, his own cum spurted into the girl's tight tunnel, filling her with rope after rope of the same seed that bred her and stuffing her with its thick, creamy stuffing.

Their orgasms seemed to last for minute, their harsh breathing puffed out through noises and the wet sounds of his still humping together filling the room until they'd collectively calmed. Kitten slouched into her father slightly, leaning her cheek against his shoulder while she felt a finger probing her rump once again. "Maybe here next?" He mumbled into her ear, nipping and tugging on the flesh while faintly, in the background, she could finally hear the music again without her pleasure drowning them out. With a hazy smile, she sung quietly along while meeting her father's eyes.

"Oh, there's no place like home for holidays 'cause no matter how far away you roam when you pine for the pleasure of your daddy's lay, for the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home."