FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Main characters: Absol, Growlithe Anthro setting

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Sil, the female Absol. 14 years of age. 12:00 PM. Third stall from the left, once again. My little lover from before wasn't there yet - in fact, he never showed up.

Pushing off of the back wall and sitting up straight, I flourish my undone shirt, throwing more warm air around. I'll give Eevee another shot the next day, too, I thought, but any more after that and the teacher will realize that something's amiss. I can't take any bad marks so early in the year.

And yet Eevee didn't come the next day, either, and I had to abandon the idea of leaving class for the mere possibility of seeing my chance lover. I wasn't even sure why I wanted to see him again so badly - but it wasn't as if women were entirely rational beings to begin with. (Quite a few men never figure themselves out, either.)

The boy remained a mystery to me. He didn't look like the others of his kind in the last yearbook, and none of my friends knew him, nor my friends' friends. Likely because he was much younger than them. Though I could ask the faculty for this nameless child, I didn't even know which grade he was in or the month of birth - I could be off by one or two and end up searching half of the damn building for him. The school refuses to hand out up-to-date species records as well, thanks to legal policies. How impractical, inconvenient... As for the cafeteria, it was absolutely huge and always bustling, meaning that he could hide in the crowd without effort. I didn't notice a foreign accent, meaning that he must have been from around here and thus indistinguishable from most other natives. Conclusions were eventually drawn; he must have been a transferred student from another school after his parents moved. Yet I still couldn't search for that...

After enough musing and research, a strategy was hatched. If I couldn't rely on the staff, I'd rely on my friends and myself. And since I didn't know anyone who knew him, then I'd simply start making new friends and connections until I found someone who did. Thus began my campaign...

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The first month of school was still blistering hot. The humidity of the region hardly helped, making me seek out all the times I could use to find relief. Yet my only chance was before lunch break officially started at 12:45... A portion of the middle school students are released at 12:30, you see, and we loiter around on outdoor benches and whatnot until the lunchroom staff are officially ready to begin serving again. The lower grades use that chaos to sneak out and have a bit of freedom, free from the watchful eyes of hall monitors.

Perhaps I could interrogate some of those bored youths then, I then realized.

"Hey, Sil! Siiil!" calls out Cindy, breaking my train of thought. The bouncy brown Sentret bounded towards me in the busy hallway as we left our third class of the day, her ears bobbing up and down. She's a rather short cutie, but somehow I knew that she'd get tall one day.

"Ah, hey. What's up?" I ask. Perhaps she needed help with classwork. After that group project got botched - I was gone for 15 minutes - I ended up helping her out with grades, and she's been addicted to the increased scores ever since.

"They finished the student union building! And check this out!" she says, shoving a laminated piece of paper into my chest. I snatched it up before it fell, and began to skim over the blocks of text.

"...Well, can't believe they managed to make this place even bigger..." I muttered. Was this really necessary? I thought this was only high school stuff? They should funnel the money into better air conditioners instead.

"And look over here," she says, poking one section of the paper, displacing it and making me lose what I was reading. Nevermind, then. Let's see... The president of the student council will be determined by popular vote and is a vital role necessary for school faculty to understand the interests of the student body. They are granted special privileges in order to perform their duties. All club leaders report to the council president, requiring them to have the necessary skills to...

The paper drivels on and on from there, but I get the gist of it. A high vantage point like council president would be excellent for anything I wanted to find. Looking away from the flyer, I see Cindy's sparkling eyes light up as she catches mine. "Don't you think you have a shot at it? Maybe you'll even find the guy you're looking for!"

Even if it fails to find my Eevee, it'll look good for the rest of my education. "Sounds like a plan, actually. I'll think about it, but I need a breather first." I hand the sheet back to her, tugging at the collar of my shirt to show my discomfort.

"Mm! Alright, see you at lunch!" she says, and she wistfully weaves through the crowd of students and towards her own personal group of friends. I gently waved at her, then headed away.

The northern restrooms are only a right turn and a left turn away from my third class. Classrooms barricade it away from the lunchroom located southward, near the center of campus. As everyone naturally congregates there, including my own lineup of friends and associates, these lavatories are essentially out of sight. Not only that, but after checking a map of the school, I learned that they were separated a distance away from the surrounding classrooms by empty space. Nobody in those classes can hear what happens in the restrooms, beyond, perhaps, somebody too close to the corners.

The water fountain came within reach. I didn't need it anymore after I began carrying a bottle of water in my school handbag. However, it did bring my attention to a forgotten calendar left above it. A teacher must have abandoned it last year, judging by the month, and nobody ended up taking it down. Curiously, I flipped it over to the correct date, found it to be blank, and left it like that.

Far to my left was the girls' room. To the right was the boys' room. There wasn't a single student in the hallway, and no activity inside either lavatory...

Out of some strange sentiment, I took the door on the right. God, what was I doing? I'd just get trapped inside for as long as others were inside, or even just standing in the hallway. Yet, my nethers...

My shirt hung loose upon my shoulders, wide open and exposing my womanly chest. Although I told myself to strip down to let out the heat, my body told me to do more than just that. Sweet liquid stained my panties as I thought about the act that went on here - how we touched, how I held him, how he left his seed inside...

My skirt and panties were draped around a dress sock seconds later. I had started fingering myself, two digits desperately trying to satisfy an unwarranted craving. I wore my clothes the same way as they were when I had taken that poor Eevee, immersing my body in that memory, too. Yet it wasn't enough to stick my fingers inside, or to simply fondle my clit. There was such a loneliness to masturbating now, so much that ought to be there...

Unzipping my bag with the clean hand, I began rummaging through it for... something, anything. The water bottle? No, the plastic is too thin. It would simply collapse. Unplugged hair straightener? Hff... Maybe?! But it might break... I keep fingering myself, trying to reach climax so that I could stop thinking slutty little thoughts, but there was nothing to help that come faster. Nothing to relieve me. Not a single thing... Not one, single...

At this point, my fingers didn't even feel good, and I just stopped. There was a haze of frustration clouding over me, and I started to doubt that I could concentrate for the rest of the day. I've been through heat before, and it wasn't pretty, so if this clouding, distracting desire kept up, even during cool seasons, could I really keep my grades high enough and become council president? Just so I could find - abuse - that boy again? I-I should cool off for real now, then wash off and meet the girls...

The restroom entrance creaked.

My heart skipped a beat. It was a boy, I knew it. Couldn't have been anything else. Leather shoes tapped across tile, and my body suddenly became flushed with sensation. My fingers, still resting upon my snatch, began to feel incredible again. I wanted to move them, yet I couldn't. This looming feeling, the risk of being caught... I shuddered. I am not in heat, damnit, so why is my skin so sensitive now, at the mere possibility of a mate?

My mind raced with such panicked thoughts. Then, a strange stint of... calmness blossomed within me. It made me cool, collected - determined. This was there before, the last time a nice boy found me like this. An adrenaline rush?

I glanced below the door, where there was a large gap, and saw, as if in slow motion, the boy's shoes stop at my stall.

The door was ajar. Unlocked.

I was frozen in place, helpless to stop this other boy from seeing myself defenseless and bare. All my clothes were dangling off of me in a naughty little show of my own concoction. As his hand pushed the door open with a little thump, my breath held still, and then I saw him.

A Growlithe, age 13. Just a little shorter than me. Once he gets his growth spurt, he'll be quite tall and handsome, but for now, he's just a toy puppy to me. He was lean, yet so very pinchable. Most of his body was covered in shining, orange fur, but the snout was covered in soft-looking, cream-colored fluff, which ran down his neck and overflowed a bit out of his collar. Another puft of similar fur decorates the top of his head, between the ears, and was groomed low and wide, as is fashionable amongst the boy Growlithes here.

But the rest of his body was covered by the samey old school clothes. A white, buttoned shirt. Black pants. Black backpack. Black dress shoes. Black goddamn tie. I wouldn't stand for any of that; my adrenaline high, escalating by the millisecond, wouldn't allow it. I could move again, and all I wanted was to know what the rest of him looked like.

When he found me all splayed out inaide the stall, it took a full two seconds for what he was seeing to hit him. He reacted with a sudden gasp, followed by a long backstep that sent him crashing into the tile wall behind him. Leaning forward in my seat, I touched a clean finger to my smiling lips and let out a soft hiss of air, signaling him to be quiet. Indeed, he stood there without making a sound, as if paralyzed, and I could tell that his heart was already beginning to beat faster. A calm twist of the wrist turned my hush into a beckon, one tantalizing little claw making his eyes go wide.

His body tensed up, as if he was trying to shrink away into nothing. But his eyes betrayed the fear of punishment, longingly gazing at the rare sight in front of him, and soon, his feet began to betray him, too. A stiffness began forming in his pants as he took uncertain steps towards me, timidly ogling my nude splendor. He stopped just before the entrance, unsure if he should enter. Again I beckon him, quickly this time, and he willingly steps inside.

"Close the door."

He flinched, and I could see the mental struggle in his eyes. Should he step out and close the door? Or should he lock himself in with me? He couldn't decide. But when the tent in his pants bulged, surely aching for another's attention, his reasoning faltered. He shifted an arm behind him, and let the door swing inwards past him. I stood up, and he winced, head hanging low, not knowing what he did wrong. But then I gave him an embrace, one where I held his head close to my breasts, and his fears were instantly reassured.

"Good boy..." I breathily whispered. He began breathing funny from anticipation, unintentionally huffing in my body's scent. That would only make his body more uncontrollably aroused, I realized, and I felt... quite happy.

"Tell me. What's your name?" I softly ask, whispering the words into his ear.

"W-W-William..." the Growlithe tells me quickly, yet so nervously. His voice was obviously barely pubescent, but clearly reaching the deepness of a young adult.

"What brought you here, William?"

"I... I needed a quiet spot..."

A mischievous giggle leaves me as I took that in the naughtiest way possible. My hand on his back reaches below, groping at his crotch and feeling the hard mass hidden there, causing him to recoil in shock. But he doesn't push me away. That was very, very good.

"Peace and quiet, hmm? Did you want to let off some steam, just like me?" I tease, looking down, deep into his eyes. His pupils were a deep gray, so close to black, yet still shone beautifully in the dim light. But his eyes shied away from my own, towards the floor, face flushed from unease.

"N-no, it's... a quiz, I didn't... didn't study, so, it's..."

I silenced his awkward words with my maw. He immediately broke away in panic, shakily trying to finish his words, and so I forced his head still with both hands and made him make love to my mouth. Instantly, he dropped the struggle, replacing it with a distressed whine, and I was allowed to lash my tongue against his. He reacted spontaneously with a push of his hips, brushing the hard tent in his pants into me, before returning to normal. In his mouth, my barbed tongue shocked him into resignation, and I was allowed to run wild, letting me claim one more canine's maw as my own. I rewarded his surrender with a shift towards the gentle side of things, relaxing my grip upon his head completely, then taking our kiss slower, more deliberately. He moaned in surprise, not expecting my tongue to turn so smooth all of a sudden, just from capable use alone. Our saliva became so mixed...

The Growlithe's arms had gone slack long ago, letting me covertly slide the straps of his backpack off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor. His eyes were half-lidded, and what was left to see of them was covered in a drunken fog. Satisfied, I soon pulled away from our hypnotic kiss, breathy and utterly intoxicated.

"Hff... Studying... Five minutes before class? Come now, you won't memorize it that fast," I told him, my hands feeling their way across his chest. He was utterly submissive now, but reacted with an electric joy when I took a step back and began to undo his shirt, one button at a time. The dress tie came loose with a couple of tugs, and when it all finally fell open, crumpling to the pristine tile floor, I rested my hands upon his bare, furred chest, causing him to draw a sharp breath. The creamy fur... It was as exquisite as you could get. Was that the power of youth? Inspecting around him, I saw the many unseen black markings that decorated his sides and back, something that most people here would never have laid eyes on. That felt incredible to me...

My fingers fell upon his belt, and I kneeled down. He tensed up completely. His face, wide awake now, was full of eager anticipation. I undid the buckle, and pulled off the leather strap with one motion. He knew what he was getting.

"You know, it's better to spend your time... getting relaxed. Like so..."

Shuddering gasps left him as I fully exposed all his body's secrets with a final pull on his waistband. Pants and boxers collapsed into a miserable pile, revealing a needy cock spilling out into the open. It was a heavy-looking beast, judging by the way it was spitting translucent precum into the air. The knot was slightly different from Eevee's, much rounder in shape. The rest was much the same, only bigger, and it smelled like fertility itself. I wasn't sure if it his species was simply that lurid, or if it was because that was my first time being so close to a penis, or even if it was just how long I had been teasing the pre out of him, but his boyish scent was strong enough to make me feel like a fragile little lady. What would he smell like if he were a burly Arcanine, then? Ah... Is this why they're so popular, even outside those naughty movies?

I open my mouth, and give it a lick on the side with just the silky tip of my tongue. The taste was... n-not bad, no. I gave him a few more testing licks, drawing quiet, labored gasps from him. He was most certainly clean, so perhaps it was that boys were an acquired taste. Nevertheless, I kept on going, careful to avoid scratching him with the sandpaper-like barbs further along my muscle. My fingers held him still from underneath the knot, and I eventually came to placing the tip of him in my maw. William let out a sigh of satisfaction, and slick pre spattered into my mouth. It was such a warm liquid, even if I didn't quite care for the flavor. Still, it had a texture that reminded me of a berry's juices - fitting for the ripe, young member it came from. Moving closer, I tested myself, and let his length push deeper into my mouth. Lightly suckling, carefully licking, I take a slow approach to my first oral session, and it serves in driving the boy wild. He humps at my face a few times throughout, causing me to moan in surprise and nearly cough - yet I felt accomplishment for making him do so. I could get used to doing these...

But I was pleasuring him for a very selfish reason. He was all excited now, so happy-looking as I glanced up at his panting face, practically drooling. But before he could near the edge, I pulled off. He wouldn't last longer than one orgasm, and I couldn't have my ticket to pleasure go down like that. I slowly rose to my feet, turning away from him. My body, naked and bare except for the shirt strung loose upon my shoulders, bent over low for him. I leaned against the porcelain cistern and tucked my hard, solid tail to the side, before jutting my rear out in invitation.

"It'll be better if you use this..."

In an instant, his hands were wrapped around my waist, and I felt his breath, hot and heavy, down my neck. He would like doggystyle, wouldn't he? I grinned to myself, shuddering in giddiness from his eager touching. Like the amateur he was, he started off immediately by humping at me like a feral beast, trying to find the hole with his cock alone. Waiting patiently, he soon penetrated my tense, waiting nethers, coaxing a yowl out of me as I finally reaped satisfaction.

Pleasure was no longer mine to control anymore. Until that moment, I had been dominating, or solo - now it all hinged on this riled-up Growlithe. Bolts of delight shot through me with each of his hurried thrusts, my lower lips kissing his knot each time it clashed against me. Pre continued streaming out of him, amazing me every time a thin string touched my cervix. He pierced my walls without mercy, without thought; he held my hips still only so he could use my body as a mere sex toy. But I truly didn't mind - driving a rational little boy, only concerned about his grades, to act like that... I deserved nothing better. Shuddering, I begin to purr softly, taking the boy's abuse with glee.

He was adorably forceful, pushing hard against me with every desperate thrust, as if he'd knot me at any moment. Love and warmth began spreading from our connection, dripping down my thighs and soaking his member. Here, he was already gliding through me, though you couldn't tell from how he was holding back, ever so subtly. William took up a more staccato approach as his climax drew nearer, pausing for microscopic moments so that he could recover his stamina, all to keep enjoying my snatch, if only for a while longer. I was close to letting myself go, too.

Then, his hands left my sides, only for them to pop back up from under me after he leans his upper body against mine, now groping at my lovely breasts. For someone younger than me, they weren't just more than the minor handful I usually dismiss them as - rather, they were a godsend. Cupping them, rubbing them, squeezing them so tenderly... I couldn't interpret such actions as anything but divine worship. Maybe I'll understand the obsession some day, but at that moment, I had to let him indulge. To enjoy my chest before the end, he had to slow down his frantic pace, and the strangely tame change stole breathy moans from me...

The inevitable end came not long after, with the little Growlithe letting out a small yip, heralding his climax. His arms tensed into my fur, his fingers grasping me a tad too firmly, followed by giving my sex a last-second stab, knot breaking through and tying. His hips were pressed strongly against my rear, letting his solid cock penetrate incredibly deeply. Hot, thick canine cum was strewn throughout my cavern in a violent, endless stream, yet the rest of William was much the opposite. Fully consumed by orgasm, the boy's body was stone-still as all his energy went towards attempting to impregnate me. All he did was cum, cum, and cum, with the smallest of distraught, pleasured whines weeping in his throat. I couldn't help but cum with him, letting out a sigh, quickly replaced by a mad giggle as I finally let myself go. Ecstasy blasted through my body, making my walls quiver around his drooling member, milking out his essence under the same delusion of conception. Spunk utterly flooded my depths; it felt like every inch was covered in lovely, warm goo...

We spent a full minute reveling in bliss. It was impossible to do otherwise. When we ultimately had our complete fill of each other, we were both gasping for air. The pleasure high wore down, letting reality gradually come seeping back into our lives. It felt as though my muscles had spontaneously became exhausted, yet I was also completely satisfied...

I brushed aside William's hands, still groping my boobs, making him relax into a more comfortable angle for both of us. Craning my neck around, I noted how his eyes looked distant; nevertheless, they still noticed me, and I gave him a wry smile.

"Good boy."

Betraying manners for a few seconds, he began wagging his tail around, bashing it against the stall dividers in childish glee. Who could blame him? Unfortunately, we couldn't last like this...

"That was great, William, but... You shouldn't be late. Let's get untied, alright?"

"A-ah, yeah..."

Somehow, my hips still had enough energy left in them to spread myself as wide as possible and give a gentle tug on his fattening dog cock. He rests a hand on my ass, partially using it as a handhold, partially just having some more fun. He tugs away as well, and there's a bit of a frightening snag before I feel something give way, followed by hearing him sigh in relief and pleasure. A torrent of white spattered out of me along with his member, leaving the tile edges below us stained with lewd liquid. I looked back again, flashing him a permissive smirk, but I noticed quite the problem as I did so. His whole length was coated in fluid... Now, how were we going to clean that up?

Pushing off the cistern, I turn around to face the boy, before kneeling down on tired legs. He stared at me in surprise, but didn't even think to resist my aggression. Once more I took his flesh into my maw, and I was shown a strange, new wonder. The marvelous feeling of playing with warm, sticky semen became burned into my mind as I engulfed him, frantically lapping up each droplet I could reach as if I were grooming someone's fur. My rough tongue, so lathered in cum, began to feel smooth instead from the pool building up in my mouth. And the taste... juicy~

But in all seriousness, I... failed to swallow. Fun as it was to revel in the viscous liquid, reality was there, and I still wasn't prepared for it. Pulling off of William, I twisted around to spit the surprisingly thick load away in the basin, then finally stood up. Staring into his eyes, his deep gray into my blood-red, I feel relief that he doesn't show offense to my inexperience. Instead, he seemed blissful from all else that happened, and I couldn't help but beam back at him.

I gave the Growlithe one more embrace, making sure to feel his wonderful body all over. His mother must care for his coat well for it to be so loose and soft... and his muscles suggest that he loves physical play. Well, that was something I had already figured out. But our fun was over now...

"William... Head back to class now, okay?" I tell him softly, gently pulling him into my breasts.

"A-alright... But, uh..." He paused for a few moments.

"...Yes?" I asked, waiting for him to gather his thoughts.

"Uh, what's y-your name? A-and your family?"

I giggled. It's not uncommon for a young one to ask for someone's species. Though it does get rather annoying when you're considered exotic. "Sil. The only girl Absol in the school," I answered.

"O-oh. Does that mean... uh..."

I pressed a claw to his lips. "Tch. We need to work on your stuttering, don't we?" I say, somewhat annoyed. But it's understandable.

"Ah, I'm sorry..." he says, looking down and to the side in embarrassment.

"No, it's fine," I reassure him, gently turning his head back to face mine. "Now, what were you saying before?"

He swallowed away a lump in his throat. "Would that mean... that there are guy Absols here?"

A small giggle leaves me. "Of course! There's only one of those, too. In fact..."

In my mind's eye, I pictured another white-furred person much like myself. Bluish-black filled in their facial fur, horn, and more. Only, they didn't have a womanly chest, and they were wearing the boys' school uniform. This person...

"...He's my favorite little brother."

Of course, he was my only brother. But a bit of emphasis couldn't hurt, could it?

After drying ourselves and the flooring off with an unfortunate little paper roll, we ended up exchanging phone numbers, and in doing so realized that he'll be at least 10 minutes late to class. Ah, but I believe he passed the test anyways...

Before I headed towards the cafeteria to meet Cindy and the others, I had to stop and think. Did I really need that Eevee? There were so many other people around here, just as cute and vulnerable... Perhaps there was something I had forgotten about him that amused, excited me?

I shook my head, then stood up to leave the stall. It was quiet in the corridor, and there was no guarantee it'd stay that way...

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Smog filled the air as schoolbuses idled around in the open air of a parking lot, waiting for the assigned students to clamber in before driving off. I wasn't among those students, however. Mother drives over to pick us up personally, and that sometimes takes a while. I don't mind, though; there's always a quiet spot somewhere on campus, and she always texts when she arrives. But before I could go find that quiet spot, I had to wait for someone else, loitering around under the shade of a sidewalk canopy as I reviewed some homework.

"Sil, hey!" comes a voice not far away. It was the voice of a very social 13-year-old male, one that rarely cracked and can be deep when he's calm, yet his overall perkiness makes him sound like an excited, still prepubescent boy more often than not. That was my Absol brother, Lim. Unlike me, he had his fur trimmed down short.

He cut it last year, too, telling his friends that it was because of summer, how he didn't want to end up like me. Then he kept on doing it throughout winter, saying that it had become a habit - but he and I know the truth. He's confessed to being bi, and shows it in the way he clips his heavy mountain cat coat - the fur always gives way to a very cute, almost petite and feminine figure. Despite how I'm 10 months his senior, he's as tall and strong as I am, yet he still looks to be smaller thanks to the trim. Makes me wonder if it really attracts as many boys and girls as he claims. Yet he certainly has an ass that rivals mine... Surely, he's popular with everyone that'd be interested, right? Yeah, I shouldn't doubt my lil' bro.

"Hey, Lim," I called out, waving as he weaved through a small crowd of our peers before stopping in front of me. "Is the cafeteria free for once? I wanna get started on this assignment."

Lim had kept up a cheery demeanor throughout the school day, but he most certainly wasn't feeling it that morning. There were circles under his eyes, having stayed up all night marathoning a game with his friends.

"No, they're still cleaning, as always! Mom texted me, said she's already here. Let's go."

I nodded, and we walked away from the line of buses towards the normal parking lot, finding Mother's SUV waiting for us. Climbing in, we greet our mom, who smiles back at us with the familiar face of another Absol - you'd never have known that she was mostly Liepard from looking at her. Sometimes I thank that lineage for not giving me the sharp elbows and hocks most Absols possess, but Lim never seemed to mind having them. Then again, he was the one who didn't risk getting poked by them in our cramped seats. A box of furniture in the passenger seat and another in the back seat locked us into sitting directly next to each other; Father had yet to take them out. Then, as usual, Mother began asking about homework and school, and being the dutiful daughter that I am, I went to work on the assignments as soon as I could to ease her worries.

But not a minute after we were done telling Mother about school, Lim had begun resting on my shoulder, about to nod off to sleep, with the rumbling of the car being there to cradle him. I wasn't particularly annoyed, so long as my pen didn't reach a bloody write-in prompt before we got home...

"...Sil, you smell kinda nice today..." he spontaneously mutters. I was taken aback a little, having temporarily forgotten my impromptu romp after third period. At first, I was against explaining why I was different today... But he was my brother, and we've always confided all sorts of secrets and shenanigans to each other. This would be no different.

I leaned my head into his for a whisper, close enough that Mom couldn't possibly hear. "Mmm. That's the scent of a boy on me. He touched me all over, you know. Maybe you'd like to meet him?"

He was surprised at that, nearly poking me with his dulled horn as he glanced up at my unflinching face. "W-what?"

"Oh? I thought you were still bi, Lim?" I questioned. Hah, 'still' bi... At one point, he decided to switch from bi to gay and back to bi again. Had to tell him that sexuality isn't a trading card game.

"It's... I mean, I didn't know you were finally interested in... in getting to know guys..." he said, blushing as he looked back down.

"Ah, of course. Silly me." I pinched his flushed cheek and smiled. "You're tired, so I'll tell you all about what happened some time later. Alright?"

"...Yeah, sure. Later..."

He nestled snugly into my shoulder again to rest. A minute passed as I cradled his head, and I noted how his feline nose would silently flare up, breathing in the scent of both sexes at once. Even though one was his sister, his unconscious form seemed quite eager to take it all in. I turned my attention back to the papers in my lap, pondering about which details I could risk telling him.

...

Or perhaps I could simply show him what I've started to enjoy doing instead... That would be simpler, wouldn't it?

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To be continued.