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TSA Trouble

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

9th September, 2024

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Maya's tail swayed nervously as she stepped off the fly-bridge and into the bustling international airport terminal, her tubular ears twitching at the loud and unfamiliar cacophony of sounds: the steady hum of announcements, the chatter of passengers and the sounds of their luggage, and the distant rumble of planes taking off. It was her first time in the U.S., and while excitement coursed through her, a gnawing anxiety tugged at her thoughts. Slinging her carry-on bag over a shoulder, the fabric rustling against her tank top, Maya wanted nothing more than a shower, food, and a good night's rest.

Airline seats are not built to accommodate one such as I – Maya thought to herself, her eyes looking up at the signs, trying to figure which lead to border control.

Her heart raced as she approached the security checkpoint. This was stressful, as she passed over her passport, the wolf taking it solemnly and giving her a hard look, and her passport an even harder look.

Maya tried to hold her composure, to be calm and patient, but she was wracked with cramps, tired and so far from her homeland – the stress and strain must have radiated off her in visible waves.

"Ma'am, if you'll please follow me -- " come a voice from behind her.

Maya gasped, twisting around as only a kangaroo could, her eyes wide and ears flattening nervously. She saw a large, imposing human man in the uniform of a TSA officer.

"Did I do something wrong?" Maya gasped, eyes wide and mouth falling open as she looked up at him.

"Just a standard search ma'am, a random passenger screening. Now, if you'll follow me please?" he asked, gesturing.

Maya quivered, wondering what she had done to get this attention. Around her, fellow passengers looked on, making the nervous young kangaroo wish the terminal floor would open up and swallow her whole.

*

Maya shed her jewellery, placed her bags on the conveyor and stepped through the metal detector. It didn't react. Next, the officer wanded her, front to back and down her arms, causing a mild amusement, as she wore a tank top and short shorts.

"Where on my furred body, would I possibly hide something?" Maya jokingly asked, holding her arms out in a T pose.

Without smiling, the TSA officer pulled on a pair of gloves and to Maya's embarrassment and shock, he slid his hand into her pouch.

"Uh," Maya squealed in dismay and confusion. "Excuse me, do you mind?"

"Standard procedure ma'am," he replied, his fingers exploring the slick, furless depths.

His fingers brushed against her vestigial teats, whilst they'd never suckle a joey, they were still quite sensitive, making Maya gasp and quiver.

He remained as if carved from granite, almost as if he was not human at all, but some cold, impersonal android.

"Really -- " Maya gasped, her ears flat and body trembling as her breath came in short pants.

"Ma'am, this way please for additional screening, as I said, it's purely routine. Nothing to worry about." He stepped aside and gestured for her to proceed with him.

Her feet felt heavy as she entered the small, sterile room. The door closed behind them with a soft click, and the air felt even thicker with tension. Maya fidgeted, her paws brushing her fur as she stood awkwardly, not sure where to put herself in the tight quarters. The officer, maintaining his professional demeanour, set his clipboard down and turned to her.

"Ma'am, I'll need to do a frisk search. It's protocol, nothing more."

Maya's cheeks flushed. She wasn't sure if it was the embarrassment or the intensity of the situation, or how his hands had felt inside her pouch...

Control yourself, Maya mentally chastised herself.

"You've never searched a kangaroo before, have you?" Maya asked softly, interlacing her fingers before her pouch. "I imagine you don't see very many --"

His eyes met hers, his facade crumbling slightly. "No, ma'am, I haven't. I'll be as quick and professional as possible. If you like, I can have a female TSA officer in attendance, if it makes you more comfortable?"

Maya blushed, glancing away nervously. "No, I know you're going through the motions and doing your job. It's okay, I really don't have anything to hide – truly! Search away!"

Maya stood stiffly as the officer's hands began their methodical search, sliding over her arms and down her sides. She tried to focus on anything else – the sterile scent of the room, the faint hum of the air conditioning – but with every pass of his hands, her body responded in ways she hadn't expected.

At first, it was just a tingle, a faint twitch of fur and muscle where his hands brushed against her fur, thankfully, with the grain. As his hands moved lower, towards the sensitive curves of her waist and hips, she felt her breath catch involuntarily.

Oh no..., she thought, trying to suppress the tremor that rippled through her.

His gloved hands slid lower, reaching her pouch again. Her cheeks flushed, and Maya's legs instinctively stiffened as he touched the smooth, hairless skin inside. She gasped – so softly that she hoped he hadn't heard it – but her body betrayed her once more. Her teats, hidden and ignored, suddenly felt tender at his gentle – yet firm – touch. A shiver ran up her spine from tail base to her skull.

Stop it, stop it, Maya told herself, willing her body to calm down, but the combination of his steady hands and her own building tension made it impossible.

His hands moved again, lightly pressing against her back. Her tail twitched, and Maya felt a rising heat from between her thighs. Her heart raced, but she couldn't tell if it was just stress or something more ancient, more primal.

His movements were methodical, steady and professional, as he remained expressionless and calm, seemingly unaware of her struggle. He continued his search, moving professionally throughout – even sliding his hands from her tail base down to the tip. Maya grit her teeth and her breath grew shorter with each passing second. Her body had gone from tense to something else entirely, and she was helpless to stop it.

_Maya, you're not an adolescent! Stop thinking like that! _she scolded herself, but it was too late. Her mind flickered with thoughts and feelings she didn't want to acknowledge, dragged from the deepest recesses of her primal instincts. Her body felt alive, hyper-aware of his every touch – purely instinctual, as he had no idea his touches were simulating that of a feral buck kangaroo courting. Despite Maya's best efforts, a soft whimper escaped her lips, causing her to gasp and slap her paws to her muzzle.

Her involuntary sound seemed to break the spell.

Maya blinked, her mind catching up to what just happened. She inhaled a trembling breath, quickly trying to force herself back to calmness, a nervous laugh escaping her, the heat rising upwards into her cheeks.

"Uh – sorry, I, um, I guess I'm just really ticklish," she stammered, her voice wavering as she swallowed and tried to pull herself together. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she couldn't meet his eyes.

He paused for a moment, his expression unreadable, then nodded. "Just doing my job, ma'am," he said, his voice calm as he gestured and Maya turned about, her eyes narrowing slightly as her nostrils imperceptibly flared.

Did I just sense something else from him? Some hint or scent? No, I'm being silly. A human wouldn't find one like me attractive, he's just... Maya gasped, as she felt his hands gently, yet firmly, again slide over her hips.

"Right..." Maya squirmed, glancing over her shoulder. "I understand... just... right, just doing... your job."

Her legs felt weak beneath her, as his fingers splayed out and slipped forward, applying gentle pressure to her pouch, then sliding down over her shorts and around her thighs, eliciting a low, shuddering gasp from her lips.

Even as she tried to brush it off, her body still hummed with the aftershocks of her reaction. Just when she felt she couldn't take anymore, he rose and stepped back, with a seemingly satisfied grunt from behind her.

"Ma'am, I'll just need to consult with my supervisor," he said, his voice calm and even. "Please make yourself comfortable. There's chilled water if you'd like some."

Maya blinked, watching him leave. Was that... a hint of something else in his voice? Or was she imagining it? She stood there, breathless, uncertain. Maybe she was reading too much into it. He was just doing his job. Right?

*

Maya's ears twitched as she stood there, leaning back against the table, her heart still racing from the earlier search and his touch. Her eyes shifted to the corners of the room, noticing a detail she'd missed earlier – the small surveillance cameras had stopped blinking. Were they off? Her brow furrowed in confusion.

Before she could dwell on it further, the soft click of the door startled her out of her thoughts. The officer returned, still calm, still composed, that same inscrutable expression on his face as he closed the door behind him, placing Maya's passport on the table beside her.

"Everything is in order," he said, his voice steady and professional. "If you're ready, we can continue."

Maya's mind had drifted somewhere else entirely. The sterile air in the room suddenly felt charged, her body responding in ways that made it difficult to think clearly. Her breath hitched as her gaze travelled up the officer's broad chest to meet his eyes. There was something about him – his stoic professionalism – that only made her pulse quicken like rapid drumbeats in her ears.

Before she realised what she was doing, her paw lifted, and with a soft, almost hesitant motion, she rested the leathery palm against his groin. Her small hand and blunt, slightly curved claws felt the warmth through the fabric of his trousers, her touch gentle but intentional.

The officer's body stiffened for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he looked down at her. Maya's heart pounded in her chest, but she didn't pull away. Instead, a shy, almost playful smile tugged at her lips as she tilted her head back, her eyes gleaming with both uncertainty and desire. At just 5'2", she had to look up to meet his gaze – her head tilted at just the right angle to show her vulnerability, yet there was a seductive confidence in the way her fingers lingered.

Her ears flicked slightly, and she bit her lower lip, her voice barely a whisper. "Are you sure... there's nothing else?"

For a moment, his professional facade flickered. His eyes searched hers, the tension between them palpable. He understood the message. Maya could feel that against the palm of her paw. Yet he seemed to remain... unsettled. His breath caught, but then, in a slow, controlled exhale, he gently took her wrist and gazed into her dark brown eyes.

"Ms... Maya -- " He spoke quietly, his eyes slowly widening.

Maya's paw lingered against his groin, her touch no longer tentative but more assertive as her confidence grew. The officer froze for a moment, his expression torn between professionalism and growing passion. Maya's own heart pounded, her breath quickening as her body moved on instinct, driven by a mix of curiosity and desire.

"Maya," he began again, but this time, his voice was lower, rougher. The tension in the room was almost so thick, it could have been cut with a knife. His professional facade cracked further as his gaze met hers. There was no mistaking the flicker of something in his eyes now – nor the very unmistakable something beneath Maya's quivering paw. His eyes reflected the heat simmering inside her, seeking release.

For a second, Maya hesitated.

Am I really about to do this? But then, her body answered for her. She pressed slightly closer, her other paw reaching up to rest against his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath the uniform. Her breath hitched again, and her tail twitched nervously behind her, the sensation building inside of her was unbearable.

"They say... jet lag is different for each person -- " Maya's breathless voice whispered, stepping up onto the tips of her toes, her warm breath against his ear. "I... think it's put me into a false heat."

The officer let out a slow, controlled exhale. His hand slowly reached out and gently cupped her chin. His grip was soft and gentle, as his fingers and thumb lightly caressed the fur and flesh. Maya's heart raced, the thrill of his unspoken permission sending a shiver through her body.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked quietly, his voice deep, laced with both caution and arousal.

Maya's ears flicked, her lips parting softly as she looked up at him. Her cheeks flushed, but the nervous smile on her face had morphed into an inviting, sensual look. "I think so," she whispered, her words barely heard. "No... I know so..."

Gently, Maya pulled away, then crouched down before him, her paws pressing on his hips. She pushed him back, her claws trailing slowly, teasingly, along the waistband of his trousers, testing the boundaries they were about to cross. The officer's breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, it almost felt like he was going to stop her. Then, with a quiet groan, he leaned down, once again cupping her chin in his hand as he looked into her eyes.

“Up... up here – “ He growled at her, tenderly pulling her back to her feet.

His hands moved around her back, pulling her close, one moving up to caress and stroke the back of her head. Maya shuddered and gasped, as he pulled her head forwards, capturing her lips in a kiss that was gentle at first but grew deeper, more urgent.

Maya melted into the kiss, her paws sliding up around his neck as she stood up on the tips of her toes, as he stood and lifted her up. Her tail helped support her, her body responding instinctively to his lustful touches. She felt his hands move down to her waist, firm but gentle, pulling her closer still.

“Mmph!” Maya gurgled, her eyes fluttering closed and her ears flattening, before after a few moments, their lips broke apart, both of them breathless and panting.

His fingers slipped into the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down her hips as Maya squirmed and wriggled, her own fingers awkwardly fumbling with the tight leather belt. With a deep chuckle, he undone it, then gasped as Maya's fingers unfastened the trousers and let them fall. Her paw reached out, her claws delicate and gentle as she lightly gripped the firmness hidden beneath the boxer shorts.

“Oh...” Maya gurgled, leaning back awkwardly on her tail, her eyes widening in disbelief. She blinked, staring down at her paws as if they'd betrayed her. The second paw had followed the first, as if on autopilot, while a nervous twitch rippled through her.

Wait... what is – oh.

His gentle huff of amusement brought her back, as Maya swallowed and looked up, her eyes wide and body quivering. Maya's fingers trembled slightly as she continued to explore, her gaze lifting to look up at him, searching for any signs of hesitation. The tension grew even thicker, Maya's groin wet and slick, a small stain starting to spread on the delicate lace panties, the scent only adding to her own arousal.

With a deep breath, she placed her paws on his hips and slipped the boxer shorts down to join the crumpled trousers around his ankles. Carefully, Maya's paws cupped his firm length, as she crouched and gazed at it with intent and fascination. His breathing intensified as he felt her cool claws enfolding his penile member, as he braced himself with his palms on the edge of the desk and leaned back.

Are you really going to do this young doe? Maya's conscience swelled within her. _He's not _ a buck!

Maya pushed away her conscience, licking her lips twice with her tongue, before she closed her eyes and lowered her muzzle. As she began use her tongue to lick from the slightly flared head down to the root and up the other side. Her body trembled, her desire growing hotter and hotter within her as she concentrated on what she was doing. Maya tasted him – truly tasted him, and found him quite delicious. Her whiskers brushed against his penile shaft as she lifted her head and licked him again – working her salivary glands into overdrive.

His hands, though trembling slightly, reached out to caress her tubular ears with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the rawness of the moment.

Maya lifted her eyes to look up at him, her gaze filled with determination and more than a little nervousness. Her ears flicked slightly as he gazed down, smiling encouragingly at her.

“It's... okay, Maya. We can take this slow.”

She blinked, her heart racing as she licked him again, leaning in closer. With a careful, tentative approach, she began to guide him into her mouth, her lips brushing gently against his skin. The initial contact was soft, almost hesitant, as she focused on getting comfortable and adjusting to the new sensations.

His breathing grew heavier, his hands continuing to quiver and stroke her ears, offering soothing murmurs of encouragement. “You're doing great,” his voice quivered. “Just... relax.”

Maya's own breath came in short, sudden pants, as she started to move her head with a slow, sensual rhythm. Her body reacted instinctively, the growing warmth between them – and in her groin – unmistakable. Each moment brought a deeper and more sensual pleasure to them both, her efforts guided by his gentle caresses on her ears and neck.

His groans were soft, almost reverent, as he focused on the pleasure she was providing. His fingers brushed through her fur, adding further reassurance and comfort to Maya.

Maya's breathing settled, her motions growing more confidant, her initial fears and nervousness fading away, giving rise to a focused intensity. His gentle caresses, his words, and the physical closeness helped her to remain grounded, her head twisting from side to side as her cheeks puffed out and hollowed, whether she lowered her muzzle or lifted it.

For how long Maya pleasured him, she did not know. The steady movements, combined with the intensity of the moment, created a blur of sensations and time. Finally, she began to scent and taste just how close he was getting to his orgasm. Short, powerful spurts of pre-ejaculate spattered her inner cheeks and tongue, signalling the imminent peak.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she eased back, her lips reluctantly parting from his penis. Her breathing was short and rapid, her body tingling with anticipation and desire. As she stood up, her spine crackling from the transition, a mixture of excitement and urgency filled her.

Maya's gaze met his with a look of determination and almost feral-like lust. The officer, breathless and flushed, looked at her, his eyes filled with awe at her talents. She could see the need in his eyes mirrored by her own growing arousal – the aching need that both shared. With a playful, inviting smile, she moved closer, her fingers trailing light along his chest as she guided him back against the edge of the table.

Without a word, she pushed him down onto his back, then positioned herself above him, her legs flexing as she straddled him. Her body was poised and ready, her earlier arousal heightened by the intimate build-up. Maya pulled her panties aside and slid her hips down – ensuring the positioning was just right.

He braced himself, his palms pressed against the table as he gasped, feeling the incredible warmth as Maya's body settled over him. He could feel her tight folds, slick and almost melting his hyper-sensitive penile skin – her body hotter than any human he'd ever been with. His breaths became shallow as he prepared for what was to come.

As she lowered herself onto him, her movements were careful and steady, each moment bringing their hips closer together. Her paws rested on his shoulders, anchoring herself as she began to pant, then move in a steady, careful rocking motion. Her heavy tail thumped down between his legs, helping support her unnaturally bent legs.

He gasped, the pleasure exploding in his mind like New Year's Eve fireworks. His hands found their way to her hips, gripping gently as he guided her movements, their bodies quickly aligning in a perfect rhythm.

Maya groaned, tilting her head back, as she would lift herself up – only to sensuously slide back down again and again, taking him deeper with every movement. Her body trembled, ached even, burning with desire and the discomfort of his length – but her pain was swept away as she settled into a quickening pace – her slick folds gripping and squeezing with each downwards thrust.

He lay beneath her, helpless, lost, imprisoned by the sensuality and pleasure he'd never imagined – his gasps and groans filling the air as Maya's body grew increasingly sweat-lathered.

In this intimate dance, they lost themselves, their previous moments of arousal and anticipation culminating in a powerful, transcendent and shared experience. As their movements grew more attuned, the room was filled with their combined scent and sounds, Maya's marsupial-like grunts and pants mixed with his harsher moans and utterances.

Maya rocked her hips in an increasingly frenetic pace, her paws gripping his shoulders as her thighs quivered. The feeling of him deep inside her, the heat, the connection – it was overwhelming her. Her breath hitched, her tail twitching between his thighs and shins as she gasped, her body starting to tremble. Suddenly, Maya snapped her head back, her vaginal muscles crushing down as he felt the intense rippling and the increased heat...

Maya had reached the best orgasm of her life...

He panted, feeling her tremble against him. Her muscles tightened around him, drawing him closer to his own release. His breath caught in his throat, and with a few more frenetic thrusts, his hips bucked, slamming himself fully back into Maya's furred body, his release hitting him hard, flooding her as he gasped and clutched at her hips.

They stayed like that for how long – neither knew nor cared. Their bodies locked together, panting and shuddering. Slowly, Maya's legs began to cramp, and she collapsed down upon him, her ragged breathing loud in his ear, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath.

“...wow,” Maya gurgled, her voice still heavy with pleasure and exhaustion.

His quivering hand stroked her ears, sliding down her back, unable to speak as he struggled to regain his composure.

After what felt like an eternity in each other's arms, they reluctantly separated, the cool air bringing a slight shudder to their sweat-slick bodies. They dressed in silence, but the connection between them had deepened, unspoken yet tangible. As Maya adjusted her tank top, her gaze drifted up to the clock, and her dark eyes widened in sudden panic.

“Oh no...” she gasped, her eyes darting to the departure board. “I missed my connecting flight!”

A wave of dread washed over her, shoulders slumping as the weight of the realisation settled in. Before she could sink deeper into despair, she felt his warm hands wrap around her hips. His fingers slipped tenderly into her pouch, sending a gentle shiver through her.

Maya quivered, turning her head to meet his calm, reassuring gaze.

“There's another flight tomorrow,” he murmured warmly, his thumb brushing softly against her vestigial teats, a subtle gesture of comfort and offering of something much, much more. “Tell me, are you hungry?”

*

Maya trudged through the bustling terminal, her baggage cart rattling noisily under the weight as she approached customs. The familiar sights and sounds of Australia felt both comforting and overwhelming after her long journey back home, Each step was deliberate, her body moving more slowly than usual, and her balance shifted.

A customs officer gave her a polite, but inquisitive look, as she passed over her passport. “Anything to declare, miss?”

Maya paused, her tired expression softening into a gentle smile as she glanced down. Nestled snugly within her pouch, a small, velvet-furred joey poked its head out, blinking curiously up at the word with wide, innocent eyes. Its feet and tail tip twitched, nestled against the soft lining of its mother's pouch.

“Welcome home... daughter,” Maya whispered tenderly, brushing her fingertips along the velvety-soft ears of her joey.

The tiny creature looked up in response, snuggling deeper into the warmth of her mother's pouch, and going back to sleep.

The customs officer, having watched this tender moment, simply nodded with a smile. Maya, her heart full, pushed her cart forward, leaving behind the sterile environment of customs – finally making her way back out of the airport. Here, she paused, tilting her head back, letting herself back into the warmth and familiarity of home.

END