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“No fighting, okay? No more arguments. No more… uncomfortable conversations. I don’t want any of that. Not now – not tonight. Do you think we can do that, Samuel?”

The painted dog wasn’t used to hearing his name like that from Carla’s mouth. With her it was always ‘Cachorro.’ This carried a tone of sombre finality in spite of the hispanic flair to her accent.

Samuel was glad to have answered her call, here alone at this late hour of the night when he’d been so physically restless while his mind wandered somewhere miles away. That initial sense of dread and spike of fearful adrenaline dissipated with every one of Carla’s spoken words. He’d been ready for a fight; another long argument to torment him for the night. He was glad to be proven wrong.

“Well say something, will you? If you don’t want to talk, then say it. Or…” It was difficult for Carla to not be so confrontational. Carefully picking out her words and shifting to a kinder tone of voice made her feel unlike herself. A necessity, the panther thought. Unless the two were fated to never hear from one another again.

Despite her efforts to the contrary this past week, she’d rather avoid that.

“... anything at all.”

Carla was lounging back on a grey upholstered chaise, the same one Samuel had spent hundreds of nights sleeping on. His scent lingered still, buried deep into its soft threaded fabric.

With eyes closed she buried her nose into the cushions and breathed deep. Her arm had gone numb and the tips of her fingers tingled with needle-like pin pricks but she didn’t move. The phone remained right up against her ear. She could hear him breathe.

Finally, his voice broke through the other end. No longer agitated or nervous or as uncomfortable as it had been when Samuel first answered her call. He quietly asked, “What do you have in mind?” to which she couldn’t help the smallest and briefest of smiles.

Finally.

“Come to my place – better yet, I’ll go pick you up, okay? We can… uh, I can make us a couple of drinks and then we’ll see what goes from there. That sound good?”

“Sure.” Samuel was now staring at his own reflection. He did this every time he knew that the two of them were going to meet up. Why? He forced himself to smile, a flash of pearly white teeth lined up within his snout, brightening up his usually sad doe eyes. “Carla, don’t stress yourself.”

“Hah, what?” She’d already been thinking: what drinks? What food? Which movie could they watch? Where could they drive off to, if not here?

“You’re stressing,” Samuel continued after a moment’s pause.

His voice was so calm, so collected, so carefree. The voice she’d grown used to. Not the shrill screaming or the on-the-verge-of-crying. No strain on his throat. No painful emotions.

“Shit fucking… fine.”

That’s the Carla he knew and loved.

She continued after a long and audible breath: “Get your ass ready, cachorro. I’ll be there in ten.”

“You got it. Hey, Carla?”

She took another breath of his scent. Tonight’s the night. There wouldn’t be another chance to set things right? “What’s up?”

“Thanks for calling. God knows I didn’t have the balls.”

Carla hummed along to a song stuck in her head as she checked herself out one last time. Her outfit was simple, revealing, and free. Something that would keep his eyes on her all night: a black flannel ripped and loose and one button away from exposing her tits to the world, paired with a deliberately tight set of denim shorts that’d gotten his eyes to wander between her legs and beneath her slender tail. She loved the attention – lived for the hunger in his eyes.

Tonight’s the night.

They’d experimented before, of course. They grew up together and practically lived with one another. How couldn’t they have experimented a little?

Truth or dare – a simple, nervous, virgin kiss. Carla smiled and laughed out to the howling wind as her convertible roared down an empty highway, bright streetlights rhythmically bathing her in an otherworldly glow. That had been the first time they tasted one another, a simple peck on the lips as their friends and her own sister watched on in drunken glee.

He couldn’t keep his hands to himself. She hadn’t wanted him to stop. A peck on the lips turned into a cautious lick of her snout, then a meeting of tongues, a slight moan… Her sister had to pry the two of them apart and his eyes glowed with happiness, so wide and hungry and unsure of the fact that he’d done good.

That could have been the time. They both saw it, felt it, knew it. Connection – not a bare thread, strained and taut as it unravelled with every tug and pull, but rather something strong and firm, a solid lifeline to what could have been a wonderful relationship.

Carla slowed down her breakneck pace to reminisce, one hand gripped tight to the steering wheel as the other slipped between her thighs to hold herself. Already hard? She licked her lips and swallowed a salty sea breeze that tickled the whiskers below her twitching nose as she thought about that time.

When their lips were tinged with the bitterness of tequila and salt and limes. They struggled to swallow down shot after shot as they celebrated… God, what were they celebrating? Something stupid; something inconsequential. It’d meant a lot to both of them.

Samuel remembered it best. It was the first time he’d ever gone down on her.

He recalled the way she urged him on as both her hands fell around his head. He remembered the odd feeling in his stomach when he landed on his knees and set eyes on the straining bulge of her shorts. She rolled her hips as he clumsily fiddled with the button and zipper and audibly gasped as her cock finally sprung free, thick and hot and already leaking with excitement. His head swam in a sea of alcohol and musk as her voice spoke directly into his head: “You’re fucking spectacular.”

Ironically enough the only spoken words he could actually remember.

When he saw her pull up in her convertible he grew a little self-conscious. She was stunning, beautiful, sexy, cute… Silver piercings followed the spines of her ears and adorned her furrowed brows. Carla carried with her an air of wild rebellion — it simply came naturally to her. Not quite anarchist, punk, or goth but rather proud and free. She would’ve been at home in the 80s. As for him?

A flawed facsimile of her style. Neither one could deny the influence she’d had on him. He dressed in a dusty and old leather jacket one size too big for his athletic build, complemented in some old hand-me-down black jeans she’d gifted him ages ago. That splotchy fur of brown, black, and beige grew unkempt and long around his neck and ears and made the colour of his eyes pop in the night.

Self-conscious didn’t begin to describe how he felt. As a matter of fact, he was downright uneasy now that the two saw each other eye-to-eye. All those arguments they had this past week, all of that endless fighting, had been exhausting.

“Oye! Vámonos!”

No fighting. No arguments.

“Looking good, cachorro.” Carla couldn’t help but stare. He was perfectly imperfect, though she’d never say that to his face. She just loved the little things, like the crookedness to half-hearted smile or the perpetual tired look to his eyes. She loved how desperately he tried to impress her. She loved how he couldn’t keep himself from staring back. “Did you want to do anything in particular, or…”

“Hey, this was your idea.” He leaned back on the broken-in leather seat of her convertible and took a deep breath. Somewhere nearby he could just make out the lapping of waves on an icy shore. “Impress me.”

Impress him? Carla spared him one last look — he seemed so comfortable now, back to his usual self — and drove off.

“Carla?” They didn’t have much else to talk about. Truth be told, Samuel needed to know. “Are you still mad at me?”

“Hey, what did I-”

“I know! I know… Indulge me, will you?”

She sighed, her foot easing off the accelerator for a moment so their trip, short as it was already, would go on for a little longer.

Samuel caught the flick of her ear and that little shake of her head as eyes struggled to keep themselves on the road. There was a little frown on her face now — she swallowed hard and breathed deep. He shouldn’t have asked.

“A little bit,” Carla finally replied. It was the honest truth, one she’d shared with him time and time again these last few days. “Not as much as before, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Oh?”

“What did you expect? I’m not going to spend the rest of my life pouting and kicking, even if…” he was leaving. The thought hurt her — it infuriated her. “Can we just not do this tonight, por favor?”

“Of course. I — I’m sorry. Fuck. Let’s start over.”

“Yes, let’s.” She spared him a quick glance. “You first.”

“Okay, uhm…” Fingers drummed across his thighs, one of those little nervous ticks of his. He flicked his tongue across his jaw, furrowed his brows, twitched his knee, tightened his shoulders… Carla saw it all and understood every one of his tells. “You look good tonight.”

“Oh. Do I?”

“You have no idea!”

“I’ve got a bit of a clue.” Carla’s smile had returned, and for that Samuel felt a little more at ease. “I didn’t dress like this for nothing, you know? Dress for success — that’s what they say, right? Or dress to impress.”

“You’re trying to impress me?”

“I know I did.” He shuffled a little, crossed his arms, and turned to stare out the side of the car as the wind blew his fur with reckless abandon. He was blushing. “You’re so easy to impress, cachorro.”

“Heh, well there you have it wrong!” He held a finger up and wagged it left and right as his little smile grew and grew.

And just in that moment Carla couldn’t help but remark to herself on how wonderfully expressive Samuel was, for someone so honestly and perpetually exhausted. She wished she could have seen it sooner, or that she hadn't been so blind to the truth.

“You easily impress me. Others don’t. That’s a big difference.”

“And how come?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Carla shifted the car into a higher gear and sped down the freeway. Not much longer to her apartment now. Her sister wouldn’t be home for a while — she and Samuel would have the whole place to themselves.

With a lick of her lips she replied, “Indulge me, will you?” in a mock tone of voice mimicking his.

To which Samuel answered easily, smoothly, coyly, quietly, and confidently: “You’re fucking spectacular.”

God help her. The moment they made it back to her apartment…

Oh, but why even lie to herself at this point? They wouldn’t have made it to her apartment without a quick stop, even if she’d tried.

It all went back to those little experiments they ran on one another, moments of free exploration that blossomed into something that wasn’t quite a proper relationship nor did it fit the awkward bill of friends with benefits. They simply enjoyed one another’s company and… She never felt like she was in the wrong to ask, nor did he feel like he was in the wrong to accept her advances.

“I hope you didn’t do all this just so I could drain your balls,” Samuel remarked as he was dragged down to her lap. Her cock was already free, so painfully hard he swore he could feel the ache in his own gut with every twitch and throb, taut skin already shimmering with precum beneath rolling lights. The car shook — he steadied himself against her body and gave the tip a curious lick.

“Dios mío, cállate,” Carla was driving much slower now. She needed this to go on for a few more minutes; “and just lick it already.”

They’d been so drunk the first time they did this. Carla couldn’t remember who came onto who or how that conversation even started, but she did remember how comfortable he made her feel in her own body. To be wanted, desired, and loved. He had been a nervous wreck, having never sucked dick before, much less even considered it, but with her?

He felt safe with her.

And so did she with him. Why, again, had she waited so long to fix things, as she was trying to do now? Why wait until the last possible moment?

The thought came and went in the snap of a finger as one tentative lick against her frenulum turned to two, three, four… Carla twitched and shuddered beneath his diligent attention and finally forced herself to pull the car over just so she could hold his head with both hands and give to him her full undivided attention, just as he was doing for her.

“You’re so good at this now,” she stated with a deep sigh as the memory of their first time yet lingered in the back of her thoughts. It’d been sloppy, messy, and downright awful if she had to be honest. They’d joked about it since — how little technique he had, how he thought that sucking literally meant tugging on her cock like a vacuum, all lips and no tongue. But there was something wonderful in that as well, the raw inexperience and the willingness to learn, and be vulnerable, and simply enjoy one another. “You’re so fucking good…”

Samuel answered not with words but by rewarding her praise with a long drag of his tongue down the side of her thick cock. He likened it to cleaning up the mess she’d made on herself, and it helped that he adored the taste of her precum still warm and sticky against his tongue. It made him lust for more, made him whimper as he rubbed himself between his legs and swallowed her swollen head between his lips.

His maw was incredible, the perfect place for her cock to settle and bathe in the warmth of his body as a tongue probed and flicked and massaged every inch of throbbing flesh. Samuel couldn’t take her balls deep, at least not comfortably, not without a hard gag and flood of pained tears. But taking her halfway the way he had was perfect enough for her.

Plenty of time left for her to break in his throat one more time.

“Asi mismo,” Carla praised with a hiss as Samuel’s head bobbed up and down her length to the same steady rhythm with which his tongue thrusted back and forth across her most sensitive spots. “You’re a good boy, you know that? Wolfing down my dick like this. You’re such a good boy…”

Oh how his tail wagged, hard thumps against leather and plastic. He loved the praise — desired it and relentlessly chased that high like he did every drop of cum she could offer him.

Carla loved it. Carla loved him. The sight of his excitement, the way he roughly rubbed himself with wanton lust, the look of his glassy eyes as he glanced up at her just when the head of her dick settled tight between his lips, his moaning, those cute ears, that hot and soft tongue…

He was perfect.

She was close now. Her claws burned as a gentle pressure locked his head in place. He could feel her dick twitching between his lips, swelling within his snout, growing angry with veins and pumped blood and spilled precum thick against the floor of his tongue and roof of his mouth.

Carla was going to paint him white. So much to offer, so thick and hot and all for him. Anywhere he wanted. And all he had to do…

… was to look up at her, innocent puppy-dog eyes, ears flat over his head, and gag hard on her cock as he buried his nose up against her groin, forced the tip against the back of his throat, and allowed his tongue to lazily glide across a pair of churning, steaming balls.

Samuel swallowed her first shot of cum, how couldn’t he? He could barely breathe, could barely move, but he didn’t want that first hot stream anywhere but the back of his throat. The next painted the roof of his mouth, the one after surged between sealed lips and flooded his tongue, then finally, with a wet and satisfied, “Ahh!” he felt the last few ropes of her spent seed stream between his eyes and down his snout, across his nose, and around the curve of his chin.

Carla hid her moan between clenched teeth as she trembled, panted, and finally sighed loud enough that it felt as if the world itself had sighed with her. Her balls ached with a desire to ceaselessly pump more than they had to offer as hard nipples threatened to pierce through her flannel. The next few moments were a blur, oversensitized dick falling limp across her thigh while she struggled to catch her breath. And he?

He swallowed it all, licked himself clean, eased back against his own seat and stared up at the stars to catch his own breath and… laugh.

The two were overcome with a fit of laughter, breathless and tender and carefree.

“Good fucking god,” he finally muttered, “you’re huge.”

“Shut up. I’m…” She stared down at herself. Even as she was, Carla couldn’t deny her own size. “Just shut up.”

“You know I’m right. Fuck, how did I even take you the first time?”

“Drunken confidence,” she replied with a hint of a giggle, “and a whole lot of horny energy.”

“Drunk, horny energy. Shit.” Samuel could still taste her cum, her cock, all of her. He swallowed again. “Good thing I got better at this, huh?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have kept you around if you hadn’t.”

“Hmph, bitch.”

They gave each other a playful shove, hung around in silence for a moment longer, and finally continued on their way as if nothing had occurred at all.

***

Of course, Carla would have never left him behind. They’d been through too much together for her to even consider something as absurd as abandoning Samuel. After all, he was her best friend. She was convinced that she would never find anyone like him, not in this lifetime or the next.

Or so she wanted to believe every time she glanced to the side and saw him staring up at the sky. That she would always be there for him, and that he’d always be there for her. She’d done her part, right? She must have.

But she hadn’t, not really. She never gave them a real shot. She never really tried beyond the comfortable arrangement they’d been coasting on for the last few years because it worked. Why try to break and fix something that had worked so well for them?

His voice, low and melodic and sweet, snapped Carla from an awful spiralling train of thought. Samuel’s little frown and chiding tone forced Carla to recentre herself in the here and now. “You’re stressing yourself out.”

“I am?” She was. “Of course I am.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“I was just thinking about how long we’ve known one another.” Carla dropped her voice to a low whisper. “We were just kids, you know?”

“Dumb kids.”

“The fucking worst!”

The two shared a milkshake — too much for him and far too sweet for her — and sat at the curb of a lonely parking lot. A little detour, Samuel’s suggestion after ‘dinner’, as he put it. She wasn’t about to tell him no.

Samuel took a long sip and handed her back the cup. “We drifted apart for a while.”

“A year or two. Highschool bullshit.”

“I’m glad that didn’t last. Those two years sucked.”

“You missed me that much?”

“You?” Samuel forced out a laugh. “Sire I did.”

“Hey!”

“I mean it! No, honestly,” he bumped his shoulder against hers, “I did. Thought about you a lot.”

“Yeah, I know.” Her ass hurt. Sitting here in the concrete made her want to just get up and move and go somewhere else but he seemed comfortable, at peace. She wasn’t about to hurry him along. “I caught you staring sometimes, looking lost like a little cachorrito. I think that’s what finally did me in.”

“I wasn’t that pathetic.”

“No, no, you were. But that’s okay because it got us talking again, didn’t it? Crazy to think that it’s been five years since we graduated, huh?”

“And inseparable ever since!”

“Hah, that’s right! That’s — well, mostly, huh?”

“Ah, right…” Samuel sat up a little. “Mostly inseparable.”

She should have kept the comment to herself. He shouldn’t have reacted. It was out in the open now – the promise they’d made one another when she called him had been broken.

No need to ruin the night, though. Whatever it was she felt, be it the hurt or the anger or the confusion, was swallowed down alongside another breath of sea air and a mouthful of oversweetened vanilla milkshake.

But it was out in the open now, and the thought had corrupted both their minds. So…

“Can I ask you just one question, cachorro?”

“Sure, but,” Samuel hunched over a little, one knee coming up to his chest much in the same way as she was sitting. He couldn’t help but copy her; “make it a good one.”

“I just want to know one thing: is this what you really want?” Carla cut him off before he could say a word. “I mean, I know this is what you really want. You’ve worked your ass off; opportunity of a lifetime. But it’s a pretty big world out there, and you’re going to be really far away for a very long time. Fuck… what a waste of a question.”

“A valid question, but yeah you kind of already answered it. I’ll give you another one though.” Despite it all, Samuel managed a smirk. “Feeling a little generous tonight.”

“Lucky me. Okay, uhm… you must have known about all this for a while, right? I mean, someone doesn’t just get up and move a thousand miles away in less than a week. Normally, that is. So why’d you wait so long to tell me?” Her eyes danced to an uncertain rhythm, moist pearls amidst a sea of black fur. Her voice threatened to break. “A little more warning would’ve been very much appreciated.”

“I thought about it,” Samuel admitted, his head low as ears fell over his head. His curled tail landed between his hands and he stroked, gently and slowly, to calm his own nerves; “but I knew it was going to upset you and… in my head I thought it was the right thing to do, not to tell you when I first found out. It made a lot more sense, you know? Keeping things quiet.”

“You thought that keeping up a lie for months was the best thing you could do?” Only a mild hint of annoyance, Carla couldn’t help herself.

“It was a really shitty thing to do, I know. I’m… I’m sorry.”

A car buzzed by, fast and loud. Stars cascaded over their heads. A nearby shore called their name out with the splash of water on sand and dirt and rocks. The world could have stopped, right here and now in this very moment, and for Carla that would’ve been just fine.

But the world kept passing them by as seconds and minutes extended far into an unreachable beyond.

“Once it’s all said and done,” she began, her eyes on him, “and you’ve gone on your way, and you’ve started your new life, met new people, and finally settled down wherever it is that you end up, are you going to remember me?”

“Of course I am.” Not a lick of doubt in his voice. Not a look of uncertainty on that tired face. Just because I’m not going to be here doesn’t mean that I won’t be a part of your life. You do realise that, right?”

“I know,” Carla replied, her voice soberingly serious. “But these things just sort of happen, and little by little we’ll just kind of drift apart, right? Next thing we know, we’re the same strangers we were back in highschool.”

“That’s not a guarantee,” Samuel murmured with a nervous chuckle. No way to break the tension here.

“Can you guarantee that it won’t happen?” His silence was answer enough. “But maybe you’re right! Five years from now we’ll see each other again and it’ll be like nothing’s changed. Not a second lost between right here, right now, and then. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

“We could also visit one another, you know?” He reached for her hand – it shivered beneath his touch, tensed when his fingers touched hers, then finally relaxed once he wrapped his hands around her own. “That’s never not been an option.”

“A weekend here,” Carla suggested in an ethereal tone, as if she were looking ahead and seeing it in this moment, “then a few days over there. Yeah, I could see that. I’ve never been to New York. Seems like a scary place, honestly. It’s too big – too many people. You’re sure you’ll be okay? Up there, all alone?”

“I think I’ll be fine,” Samuel replied after a long silent minute of thought. “Only if you promise to come and visit. No need for this to fall apart, right?” He gestured to himself, then her.

“I guess not. Sure, I’ll come visit, for as long as I’m welcome.”

“You’re always welcome.” His elegant smile made her feel truly at ease for the first time this week. “Are we… are we good now? Anything else we need to share?”

“Nah, we’re good I think. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow angry about something else but for now? For now we’re good.” She put her arm around him, gave his shoulder a tight squeeze, and brushed her fingers across his dirty jacket. “Love you, cachorro. I’m sorry I was such a bitch.”

“Love you too, Carla. You know that. And you weren’t a bitch – just frustrated, rightfully so. You don’t have to apologise.”

“No, you don’t get it.” She breathed deep. Should she do this? “I love you. God only knows I wouldn’t be able to let you leave without saying that. Fuck… there, I said it.” A comment more for herself. A promise fulfilled. And now?

Carla held on to herself and placed some distance between the two of them. But she watched, she waited, and she hoped.

“That’s…” Samuel had to take a moment. He knew this. He’d always known this. But hearing it from her still caught him off-guard and, for a single moment, made him rethink his decision. He laughed at that – not a reaction Carla was ready for – and moved himself until his shoulder brushed up against her own. Her tail coiled over his affectionately, protectively. “I love you too, Carla.”

“Good, that’s – Good. I’m glad we cleared that up. I’m not… Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not trying to stop you from leaving. It’s not some plot or misguided-”

“Hey.” He rested his head against her shoulder, closed his eyes, matched his breathing to her own, and smiled. “Stop stressing.”

“Right. Hah, you know me too well.”

“So do you.”

Did this fix anything? Carla wasn’t sure – Samuel wouldn’t have even been able to guess. She wasn’t sure if this was going to stop any of her fears from coming true. The future was uncertain, shaky, terrifying. But for this one moment, here alone on the curbside of some old and decrepit parking lot, everything was alright.

“So are you going to kiss me or what?” She could feel him smile again. His body burned with excitement. “That’s usually what comes after these confessions, right? A nice, long kiss to cap off the night.”

“Oh, is that what you want?” They faced one another now, his hand cupping the side of her jaw as a thumb caressed the short black fur of her cheek. For all the predatory bluster panthers were known for, she was surprisingly cute.

A kiss to cap off the night. He could taste vanilla on her tongue, sweetly enticing and dangerously delicious. The tip of his tongue brushed against sharp fangs and curled around whatever hot and humid warmth it could find as the seconds, the minutes, melted away in her embrace.

An embrace that refused to let go as she savoured the moment and burned it to memory, like their first kiss all those years ago. Her heart hammered against her chest with an unsteady rhythm that both terrified and aroused her and she could hear his hitched breathing and excited gasps as her tongue explored the depths of his map, as she sucked on his own tongue, as she felt him explore her in return.

He drew her close, strong hands steady against her lower back. She held him still, a promise and a threat that he’d never be able to get away from her. Carla sank her fangs into his lower lip, tasted something bitter and raw, revelled as addiction coursed through her veins, before finally stopping to catch her breath and stare into those big puppy-dog eyes that earned him the nickname:

“Cachorro…” Said with the sort of purr and whine which all but begged for more than what he’d offered. “Let’s go back to my place. Now.”

“God damn, Carla.” She grabbed his hand and forced it between her legs. She wanted him to grab her dick, to feel it twitch beneath her shorts, to know that he did this. “Hard already? Fuck…”

“Hurry up and get it in the car,” she warned with a smile and a dangerous glint to her eyes, “before I lose my patience and shove you up against a tree. Okay?”

Samuel could hardly contain himself. His hard and unsteady breathing was stopped by another long kiss, one that ended all too quickly for his liking. How could he refuse? “F-Fine. Yeah, that sounds good. Lead the way.”

***

Samuel didn’t know quite how to describe her taste, but the raw and unfiltered tactile sensation of the depths of her body squeezing down on his tongue forced another satisfied moan out of his throat as he drunkenly and excitedly slobbered between Carla’s tight, round, soft cheeks.

With both arms wrapped tight around her thighs he held Carla’s body still, and with one hand holding gently to the base of her twitching shaft he controlled her temper and urgent desire. He slowly stroked her, his fingers gliding along her turgid length with aid of her copious precum, as he shoved his tongue past the tight ring of her ass in a slow and steady pace that forced the poor girl to feel every inch of muscle get buried further in. When the tip of his long tongue found its mark against the pulsing bump of her prostate he cupped his hand around her head and massaged his palm into the tender, swollen, sensitive tip of her dick. He coated her winking ring with glossy saliva, listened for her cry and waited for her to tremble, then gave Carla more of what she wanted.

More of his hands around her balls, his fingers tracing the ridge and bump of her cumvein, his mouth worshipping her ass in every conceivable way. Bent over the kitchen counter like she was, Carla could barely glance back over her shoulder to see him disappear between her legs, his tail happily wagging as another stroke of his tongue against the outside of her asshole forced the air from her lungs.

She struggled to say anything, to encourage the boy to go deeper, harder, faster. Her breathing was short, ragged, and her voice strained behind a mewling whimper that made her feel more like a common housecat than the panther she was supposed to be. What few words of praise she could muster sank to the pit of her stomach as Samuel probed and prodded and penetrated her with renewed vigour, as if every lick only served to deepen his addiction for her.

Come what may, the two were going to remember this night for the rest of their lives.

“Oh shit,” Carla began to whimper when a breeze of cold air teased her nethers, replaced quickly by his warm breathing lapping away at her sensitive skin, “why… why’d you stop?”

“Just catching my breath,” Samuel replied with a hint of a smile as he cupped her soft cheek and spread her eagerly-swaying ass with one hand. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, you know?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Carla stammered back. She could barely fight back a blush nor the wavering of her voice. Her tail curled across his face like a lover’s gentle touch, luring him in as the left-and-right sway of her hips enticed him to go in for more. “Please just - AH! God, yes. Get your tongue in there. Nice and wet. I fucking need you.”

She needed him. Medicine for a mending soul. The warmth of his touch, the love care behind every lick of his tongue, the radiance of his presence…

The deep and painful ache in her loins was only briefly quenched by the slobber of his tongue reaching up her farthest point. Carla bucked her hips, strained against his hand, shoved her ass back against that wonderful snout, yet for all she did and all she desired the panther couldn’t find her climax. Not now – not yet. She needed more. They both needed-

“T-Take a second, cachorro. Por favor…” He didn’t stop though; Samuel refused to leave without one more parting lick for her to remember, and a hot breath of air between trembling thighs, and a soft kiss against her asshole that very nearly forced another pathetic whimper out of her. “God you’re insatiable…”

“Hah, look who’s talking.” Samuel sat back on his knees, his view from down there a perfect encapsulation of the body he’d come to worship. The spread of her legs, twitching dick, slick hole… Perfect.

There came a sense of calm as his hands wrapped around her waist, as small pecks worked their way up from the centre of her spine. The warmth of her soft fur was comforting, safe. He tasted the salty dew of sweat on the back of her neck and nipped the edge of a sharp ear while hands caressed a wide muzzle and traced little ridges across her stomach.

His breathing matched hers and the praise he levied, of Carla being beautiful, sexy, a goddess incarnate to his eyes, were amongst the most genuine words she’d ever heard from his lips. So unlike him to a point, but at the same time on-brand to the peculiarities she’d come to know and love.

“Ready for more?” he asked, her only reply being a slight nod of her head as she arched her back and lifted her tail high so he could see it all: winking asshole sodden with his saliva, clenching balls, throbbing dick. Everything he could ever desire; everything she could hope to offer.

How did he ever get so lucky?

“Hurry up,” she half-heartedly commanded as the weight of his cock pressed down firmly against her rump. A little thrust and a slight rub teased her whole, threatening to spread her wide but not quite penetrating her yet. “Just fuck me already! Please!”

“Eager little slut,” Samuel remarked as savoured the feeling – his dick sandwiched tight between her cheeks but for a moment.

“You’re going to fucking regret that.” Her smile was infectious, those wide golden eyes begging for the teasing to stop. “Come on, cachorrito. Just… ah, fuck, right there.”

A lift of her hips, the slight downward arch of her spine, a hand placed firmly against the small of her lower back… She could feel the tip of his head spear her asshole, a pleasurable burn that his tongue had left her desperately longing for.

“A little more,” she whimpered, a roll of her hips draggin in an easy inch as Samuel’s body bucked, and saliva dripped against the top of his shaft, and her tail coaxed the smallest of moans from him as it wrapped around his body like an arm to urge him along. “M-More, amor. Please… all the way in.”

Balls deep, hilted to the end of what he had to offer. Perfect length, perfect girth, perfect warmth for her tightening walls to massage as she clenched with a vice-like grip, drawing out the guttural growl of his own desire.

Not enough to keep him from pulling back – had the two of them remained exactly as they were, that would have been perfect for her – but enough of a promise of pleasure that Samuel rammed himself home once again, not with that initial tender care and admiration but rather a clumsy desperation that slammed the air from her throat.

Her cock bobbed to the beat of his body against her own, precum spilling in little arcs all across the floor while it coated her black-furred thighs in streaks of clear white. Carla could barely support herself with an arm as Samuel rutted against her, relentlessly chasing the high of a fast-approaching climax, but she needed to touch herself, to feel the the length of her shaft pulsing tight with angry veins every time the full length of his dick speared her hole and bared down its weight against her abused prostate.

“M-More!” Carla begged, her voice a tense wire ready to snap as he pinned her torso to the kitchen counter and slammed harder, deeper, faster, with no rhythm and only a slight regard for her wellbeing. An animal, rutting away the heat of his arousal, taking his conquered prey as was his earned right. God, she fucking loved it.

Carla stroked herself, a messy, rapid, and unceremonious affair, as fast as he fucked her whole. She could hear him try to say words, little bits of praise and comments about how tight, how hot, how perfect she was, but it was all blustering babble and drooling desire capped off by the marking bite of his canines sinking harmlessly into her shoulder as those long strokes became rapid thrusts that smacked his balls against her ass and made her whimper and drool with the constant and endless friction of his engorged cock against a well-abused prostate.

“Fucking – remember this ass!” The tip of her tail lazily curled around his own as she strained to look back at him with a knowing look to her eye that made him pause, if only for a moment. “You’ll never get an ass like mine so you better – hah, fuck! – … better keep coming back for it, you hear me?! You… god, fuck. Yes! Just. Like. That. I’m…”

Carla’s words couldn’t keep up with her, not this time. Cut short in her throat as her own orgasm struck suddenly, without the slightest warning, in the midst of the push-and-pull of Samuel’s relentless rutting. Her length swelled within her own hand, and quick spray of cum across her kitchen floor broke what few thoughts could be claimed as her own.

What took host in her mind then, as she stroked herself to an over sensitised twitching mess, was Samuel’s breathing, Samuel’s growling, Samuel’s scalding dick still pistoning like a well-oiled machine, still battering her walls, still breaking-in her asshole to the perfect shape of his cock so nothing would ever feel quite as good, quite as right, as he did within her right this moment.

A growl; the hard snap of his jaws on the back of her neck. He grunted against her body and pinned himself against her ass as warmth flooded Carla’s insides with every pulse of his twitching dick. The growling – a whimper. His bite – the gentle lick of a tongue where phantom wounds should’ve been. Samuel held tight to Carla, body-to-body, her source of heat drawing him in closer as the last of his orgasm petered out into a slight dribble. And all he could do was murmur:

“Fucking love you, Carla.”

With a sort of reverence reserved only for the divine. She turned within his arms, felt the hot trickle of his cum running down her legs as her gaped asshole struggled to tighten up and hold it all in, and she kissed him hard, deep, till she’d stolen all his breath away.

“Y yo a ti, cachorro.”

***

The two stood on her apartment’s balcony, the one place that didn’t smell like sex, and watched silently the milky stars painting the night. Carla’s fur glowed a gentle orange with the burn of a lit cigarette, one she shared with Samuel when he bumped his hip against her own and presented his hand.

Deep inhale – soft exhale. One of the nasty habits he’d picked up from her a long, long time ago. Not that he blamed her for it. And he only ever smoked when she did.

Naked front the waist down, Carla dressed herself with just his leather jacket. He could see her breasts, wide areola uncovered with how lazily she’d dressed herself, hard nipples threatening to pop loose with every slight swish and sway of her torso. He salivated and swallowed, but he kept the comment to himself.

The rest of her was as she had always been, rebellious and free. Those silver piercings glittered beneath the night sky like little diamonds encrusted on an onyx jewel and that look about her… a little serious, a little playful, a little scary. She was perfect.

… and she’d be fine. She was fine when they were kids. She was fine when they fell away from one another. And she’d be fine once he went on his way.

“I meant it, you know?” She snatched the cigarette from between his lips and allowed it to hang loose from her own. If he wanted it back then he could get it himself. “You’re not going to find an ass like mine up there in New York. But feel free to try – Just going to make it all the sweeter when you come crawling back for more.”

The hint of levity to her voice made him inwardly sigh with some relief. Samuel shook his head and turned his attention to other things: the quiet street, sleeping houses, a distant crashing of waves on a nearby beach. “And you’re never going to get your dick sucked as expertly as I can.”

“That clumsy gagging excuse for a blowjob?”

“The one and only.” She giggled, took another breath of burning smoke, held it for a few seconds, then exhaled high into the cool night. “The No-Tongue Express! As I like to call it.”

“God,” she almost choked. Her smile warmed his heart. “You’re a fucking dork.”

“Yes, I am. You know, I meant what I said before as well.”

“About what?”

“Everything, I think. Uh… we said a lot.”

“Well be a little more specific, will you?”

“About never forgetting you.”

“Ah…”

“That’s not going to happen. I mean we have cellphones, and computers, and I’m always going to come and visit and we can make plans for you to head up there, and-”

“Hey, I know.” He snatched her cigarette before she could smoke some more. She watched him puff it, taste it, then discard it with a slight grimace on his face. Everyday she wished he would kick that habit. Wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t, though. “I… fighting was dumb. I was being dumb. I was acting like a child.”

“I think you were being pretty rational, honestly.” He sighed. “Don’t make excuses for yourself. Again, you had every right to be angry. Or scared.”

“Yeah, scared.” She nodded. She savoured the word. “That seems about right. When it’s all said and done we’ll probably look back on this last week and laugh about it. Probably. That’s assuming-”

“We’ll last long enough to laugh about it.”

“You promise?” Her voice cracked there, and he caught it quickly. Samuel stood a little closer, so she could feel the touch of his body bare against hers. And that was more than enough for Carla.

“I promise.”

“Well… good.”

“Yeah. Good.”

“I love you, cachorro. Wish you didn’t have to go. I know I said a lot of shit this past week pero… te amo.”

“I love you too, Carla. And I’ll be back before you know it.”

And the stars paved way to a distant dawn. And the sea continued to sing its metronomic song. And their breaths continued to match the rhythm of each other’s hearts.