The Honey Breeze
The honey-scented breeze
that drifts through your lips
has me (weakly) on my knees,
paws to your (pink, perfect) hips,
With my muzzle making (muffled) love-sounds
in your (soft) fur.
Oh, but you astound! You've
made a mouse to purr.
( ... love poem from Field to Adelaide ... )
Ketchy breathed slowly, deeply ... of the floral, green scents of the day. Of leafy things. Of soil. Of air coming from the west. And it was nearing evening. The colors, they melted together. Melon, mauve, marigold ... mint. Marvelous. All beneath a sea of darkening blue (that was the high-up sky, where the stars were poised to make their nightly entrance).
And the squirrel sat for a minute. A minute more. Not even thinking, really, about anything ... just ... resting. Watching nature. Being a part of it. Closing her eyes and feeling the fingers of the breeze stroke through her fur. Feeling her tail slightly buffeted by the eddies. Feeling the direction and strength of the wind on her whiskers. Smelling it ... with her nose, and her ears taking in all the night-bugs. And all the frogs that made their home along the creek-banks. And the virtuoso birds, and ...
... oh, it was just ... so nice.
The squirrel sat for another minute, and then decided ... she better get up. She put a paw on her belly. Five months pregnant ... but already showing. Squirrels had a gestation period of seven months (compared to ten for bats, six for mice, and nine for most predators, et cetera ... prey, generally, had shorter gestation periods than predators). She put one paw on her bulging belly, and the other paw on the grass, shifting to her knees, trying to stand without feeling woozy or wobbly (which often happened nowadays). She huffed ... and remained sitting. Closing her eyes. Breathe, breathe ... try again. And when she opened her eyes, she found ...
... a paw extended. Open.
She smiled shyly and took it, and ...
... Field pulled her to a steady stand.
"Thanks," she said, flushing. "Didn't mean to ... beach myself there. If one can beach herself in a grassy pasture."
"It's alright," said the mouse. His smile warm, and his eyes ... bright. He'd been one of the crew-furs to benefit most from settling here. But, then, he'd been born in such fields as these ... and was a rural farm-mouse. This was his heritage. In his blood. It hadn't been hard for him to adapt. To go from a star-ship in space to ... a housing unit on the cusp of a forest.
"What are you doing out here, anyway?" Ketchy asked, looking to him ... as they started to walk back toward the tree-line. Ketchy feeling self-conscious about how she was moving. Feeling she was waddling ...
"Birdwatching. I'm really getting into it ... got fifty species so far."
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm ... " He showed her his computer pad. "I take snap-shots of them with this, and ... store them in the database. By color, size ... "
"Neat ... mm ... thought the forest would be better for birdwatching, though"
"Well, it is, but ... there are game birds, and ... shore birds and stuff ... that stick to the grasses. Saw something that looked like a killdeer. I followed it out here, and ... saw you sitting. Thought I'd say hello."
"Killdeer?"
"Interesting name, yeah. Of course, it couldn't have been a killdeer, cause ... those are only on Home-world. So, these are all new birds, and ... have to give them new names."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Mm ... I could take Juneau's cue, and just name everything after the sound it makes."
A giggle. "Yeah, she loves her gurgle-goo ... she thinks its going to split in two," Ketchy said, as they walked, "eventually. Thinks it's asexual."
A giggle. "Mm ... she showed it to Akira."
A smile. "Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm." A nod. "Her eyes just went ... wide, and ... she giggle-squeaks. Tried to latch onto it with her ... little mental feelers, you know. And when she did, the gurgle-goo started vibrating and purring. Which only made Akira giggle more ... " A giggle-squeak on the mouse's part. "It was cute."
"Aw ... mm ... I hope my baby's as ... anywhere near like Akira is. She's so pretty, Field. I mean, she has both of you ... you and Adelaide," Ketchy said, "in her eyes. In her fur. She's going to grow up to be a real good fur. A kind soul. I just know it ... "
Field flushed. His ears turning a rosier pink. "Mm ... well," he said, taking a breath. "Thank you ... "
"Well, it's true." A pause. As they walked through the tall, wild grasses. A breath. The sun warming fur. "You know, I never thought about having children until ... you two had her. When you asked me to babysit Akira. And it just, like, unlocked this ... vital desire in my heart. That I'd never known was there, and ... mm ... I worry about being a good parent."
"Well, as a parent myself, I can tell you ... you never stop worrying," Field whispered, "about it. About ... the baby. And no matter how old she gets, she'll always be my baby. I don't want her to grow up," was the mouse's sighing response. "But I know she will. And she'll feel many of the same growing pains we all feel ... and ... you know, I wanna shield her from them. But I can't. It's ... life. And ... you just gotta do your best. And ... have to know that, someday, she's gonna grow up to be an independent fur. She's gonna take a mate. She's gonna ... do all those things. And you're gonna have to let go." His eyes watered. He shrugged weakly. "But I ... she's not even a year old yet, so ... I shouldn't worry." A shy smile. "I just ... I love her. When you see your baby born, you just ... that sticks with you. That moment. And all the revelations that hit you ... that she comes from you. And from God. Born of love. That she represents life. Renewal. Continuation. Hope. I mean, I see so many things when I look at her ... and I see Adelaide, too." A deep breath. And exhale.
Ketchy nodded quietly. Still wishing, deep down, that the baby could be half-otter. That it could bear Denali's genes ... but knowing it wasn't possible. Grateful that Wren had donated the seed. Grateful it had taken root. Knowing that it was her child. Hers and Denali's.
"I'm happy for you," Field told her.
"Thanks," Ketchy whispered ... quietly. Walking ...
... and the mouse walking beside her.
"Don't know why you would worry, though, Field ... you're such a kind fur ... "
The mouse flushed. "I just ... I had a falling out with my family. We stopped talking." A pause. "I just don't want that to happen with me and Akira," he whispered.
The squirrel saw his sad eyes. "It won't," she assured.
Field smiled weakly. "We can never know ... what's gonna happen. What we'll do."
"But it won't be like that, Field. It won't happen ... "
The mouse nodded. They were nearing the tree-line, and a minute inside the tree-line ... was the settlement. All the housing units. Near where the creek snaked through the woods.
Ketchy's bushy squirrel tail flagged behind her, arching, glinting in the light ...
Field held his own thin tail in his paws. Like a safety rope. To occupy himself with. "Mm ... you know the sex yet? Boy or girl?"
"No. Denali wants to find out, but ... I said no." A pause. "I mean, it's ... he's not a rodent, Denali isn't, so ... maybe he doesn't understand, but I just think it's so much more spiritual and natural to wait until its born," she said, "to find out what it is. To save that revelation ... 'til that moment. All the pain of labor. All the months. All the hopes and dreams, and to find out when all the emotion is at its peak. It's just ... it would be a spiritual thing. I don't know why anyone would wanna know before-paw ... "
"Yeah," Field agreed. "Adelaide and I, we waited until ours was born ... to find out the sex."
A smile. "I'm hoping for a girl," Ketchy confided. "But, I mean, either way ... "
A nod.
"There's something that I was curious about ... "
"What?" the mouse asked.
"You and Adelaide have ... you both have telepathic abilities, obviously, and you're linked, so ... did you feel it?"
"When she gave birth?"
"Yeah, the ... well, the pain. Did you feel it?"
The mouse flushed, cheeks hot beneath his fur. And his whiskers twitched. "Well, let's put it this way ... I felt it enough to where I couldn't stand. I had to lay on an adjacent bio-bed."
"Aw ... "
"But, yeah, I mean ... when she got morning sickness, I got it, too."
"Poor thing," Ketchy said, smiling lightly.
"Yeah ... " Field smiled back. "But, being mated to a bat, it may have some side effects, but ... " A flush. "You know, those are made up for ... in other ways ... " Eyes darted ...
A giggle. "I'm sure they are," Ketchy agreed.
Field grinned shyly. "Mm ... " A breath. "But don't worry about ... labor. You'll get through it. Besides, your own mate is the crew's doctor, so ... you're in good paws," Field assured.
"Thanks," Ketchy said, taking a deep breath. "I know. I just ... if I'm not worrying about this, I'm worrying about that, but ... at the same time, I feel it kick. You know, it kicks inside my belly now, and it ... that feeling ... that just flushes my heart. I don't know. It's a blessing. I just ... need to just let it happen. This may be the only child I have. I don't know ... so, I need to ... not look past what I'm going through."
Field nodded, understanding.
"I'm just glad I have you and Adelaide, Field, to ... talk to about all this. You're the only other furs on the crew who have a family. You know, who've had a baby. Adelaide's been a good friend ... she's really helped me. And you're so kind, and ... Denali and I are grateful. Thank you ... "
Field flushed shyly. "Mm ... "
Ketchy giggled brightly at the mouse's flushed blushing.
They kept walking, and ...
" ... watch out," Field advised (with muted alarm).
"Mm?"
He immediately put his paw on her arm. Stopping her. Holding her back, and nodding downward. "Another step, and you would've stepped on that wild flower. There's a honeybee on it ... "
She looked down. "Oh ... you're right." She watched as the bee hummed and buzzed away. Amazed that the mouse had been so attuned to the environment as to see that ... while (at the same time) holding a conversation with her. She'd always known mice had great senses, and ... a lot of mice (like Field) were rural. So ... no surprise, then, that he was very aware. Ketchy thought a moment. And swallowed. "You're not ... " She stopped.
"What?" He looked at her. Blinked.
"Well, you're not afraid of bees? I mean, they have stingers. Just like ... " She trailed again. "Sorry."
"It's okay," was his whisper. A swallow. "Mm ... bees give us honey. Wasps give us ... nothing but pain." He eyes went momentarily dull. And he started walking again.
She resumed ... a paw-step or two behind.
And they reached the settlement (which was two miles from where Luminous was landed).
"I'm, uh ... gonna go inside," Ketchy said, nodding at her housing unit. She hoped Denali was in there. He'd gone to Luminous earlier in the day ... to do some things in sickbay. She hoped he was back ...
"Alright. I'm gonna go inside, too," Field said. He knew Adelaide was home. Felt her ... from this proximity. She was here. And waiting ...
And the two young rodents paused, eyes darting, both knowing what each of them ... was hoping to do once inside. It was nearing night ...
Ketchy flushed. "Guess we're hopeless, huh?"
"No," Field whispered diplomatically. "We're all just ... young furs. And in love."
"Like I said," Ketchy repeated, grinning. "Hopeless."
Field giggled, turning toward his and Adelaide's housing unit. A nod of admittance. There was no arguing that logic.
Fifteen minutes later ...
... a swallow, and a huff. "D-don't you think ... that's enough?" The bat's voice was wavering (with her pulse).
Field, with her on the bed, on his knees between her open legs ... just shook his head. Smiled. And thrust his paw back into the honey jar. Fingers sticking, slipping into the amber-hued goo. The cloying and sweet byproduct of bees.
Adelaide's belly and breasts rose and fell with her breaths ... on her back. Head on a snow-white pillow. In, this, their simple bedroom ... in their little housing unit in the settlement. Their bed was just a sheeted mattress on the floor.
Field held up the honey jar. Stirring the fluid with his right paw.
The bat swallowed. "Is that ... " A pant. " ... real honey?"
A gentle nod. "From real bees ... from the apiary." Field and Azure had created an apiary two months ago. The bees, in the midst of summer ... were producing enough honey that the two rodents could now jar it.
Adelaide closed her eyes ... " ... mm ... think the bees will ... mind?"
Field took a breath and looked down ...
Her pussy was buttered with honey. It clung to the short, pink hairs ... the carnation tufts of fur. Her soft, fleshy labia ... it ran in molasses-moving rivulets down her vulva. That (almost bitter) sweet, bold scent of honey ... the addicting taste of pure honey ... coating pure pussy ...
"Field ... "
... honey matting the fur on her thighs, dripping to the sheets (they'd be doing laundry in the morning) ... the scent of her sex. Her femininity ... her ...
"Field ... " A knowing giggle.
A blink. "Wh-what?" His tail jerked. "Mm?" His ears turned rosy-pink.
"You're spilling it ... "
"What?" A blink, and ... realizing he was holding the honey jar at a tilt. "Oh! Oh ... " A slow-moving stream of honey was rolling past his belly button ... hitting the base of his erect penis (where the organ met his furry body) ... the honey oozing to his furry sac. All the while, his paw still in the honey jar. He swallowed and took it out ... " ... sorry ... "
"Mm ... messy mouse," she scolded, heart hammering. Her baited whisper of, "How we gonna clean this up?"
A shy squeak, and ... a slow, guilty grin.
Ketchy's fur was matted with sweat. It stuck to her ... sweat-beads dripped down her forehead ... " ... uh. Uh, uh ... " Her sweaty paw-pads gripped the back of the couch. Body hunched ... tail fully, obediently raised.
"Ah ... ah!" huffed Denali ... also sweaty. It was in the mid-80's out there, even with night falling, and ... these housing units were rather utilitarian. The air conditioning worked, but ... to a point.
The squirrel swallowed. Eyes half-open ... they were both on their foot-paws. She'd never done it standing up before ...
... the otter rutting her from behind. Pants and underwear around his ankles ... she'd presented herself before he could step out of them.
"Uhn ... "
"Mm ... " The squirrel rocked forward. She gyrated a bit ... on his pumping cock ...
... which drew a murr. A throaty murr. Paws leaving her hips ... going to her shoulders. Pushing down. "F-fours ... fours ... "
A swallow, and she turned away from the couch. Sinking to her knees, and falling forward to her paws, too ... tail flagging, spreading her scent. Making sure her pussy (which was dribbling) was viewable ...
Denali kicked his clothes away from his foot-paws, sinking behind her. Grunting with sweaty, furry possession ... as he mounted her like a dog.
Ketchy squeaked (with a thrill).
Adelaide arched her bare, pink belly ... soft, sticky belly ... her rump raising off the sheets. Chitter! Chitter ...
... muzzle slurpy-slopping. The mouse's tongue ... was a bit weak. He couldn't stick it all that far out of his muzzle, but ... oh ... but! He licked, and ... nibbled, mouthed, kissed, sucked ... oh, oh!
"Ohhh ... uh, uh ... huh!"
Slurpy-slop! Suckle-squelch ...
"F-field ... "
Honey, honey ... mm ... mm ... tongue parting her loosened pussy lips. Spreading the honey around. Simultaneously trying to lick it all up.
The bat squirmed, winged arms ... unfurling ... quivering at their wingspan. "Oh ... "
Two of Field's fingers were knuckle-deep in her vagina. Finger-tips caressing her wet, muscular walls ... in a sort of beckoning motion. Caress, caress ... stop. Pump, pump ...
Adelaide swallowed, eyes closing, head turning this way ... that way. Muzzle open ... showing her fangs.
The mouse pressing his drooling tongue on her honeyed clitoris. Libs nibbling ...
... and she bucked randomly upward. Bonking his face with her pelvic bone.
A surprised, blinking squeak ... and he started to pull back. But ... he couldn't. She was in his head.
Her eyes hungry and ... full of passion. Locked on his ... eat ... eat ... a one-word command dropped into his mind. Eat ...
The mouse (for fun ... for play) ... tried to resist her mind-control. He knew he couldn't. He didn't want to. But he played like he was trying to resist ...
She giggled and watched him twitch ... quiver ...
Eat, Field! Pussy does a mousey good!
His muzzle was back ... in a flash. Buried. Frantic ... mm ... mm ...
Arching!
And sweating ... matted with sweat. Really, Juneau's engineering team needed to fix all these air conditioners (in the housing units). They simply weren't good enough. But, then again ... the kind of heat they were making! Could anything cool it?
Denali murred. Oh, murred ... otter-cock marinating. Just sitting in her wet, hot vagina. Leaking pre. Balls drawn tight ... tighter ... oh, murr ...
Ketchy swallowed. Breathed ... hung her head as a finger lightly flicked her clit. Oh ... oh ... flick. Huff ...
"Oh, hun ... " The otter's strong paws moved forward, began roving her bulging belly. Sliding over the curves. Massaging with the heels of his paw-pads. "You're beautiful ... it's so beautiful ... " ... he said. Of her belly. Her body. Her heart, her soul ...
Her eyes watered. If it were anyone else, she would've thought "he's just saying that" ...
"Hun ... "
"We're all sweaty ... "
"I know ... " The claws of his paws parted her belly fur, and he scritched in slow, slow patterns.
A sigh ... sigh ...
"Just relax ... I love you, Ketchy. My," he whispered, "Ketchy."
"Denali ... " She ground her hips and rump back against him. His maleness filled her, but that wasn't enough ... they had rested enough. They'd caught their breaths, right? Bring back the motion ... motion ...
The otter gurgled, almost collapsing onto her bare, arched back. His cock was entrenched in her vagina, and she was wriggling her hips ... in all directions. Literally, her pussy was steering his cock like a joystick ...
... and she didn't stop. On the lightly-carpeted floor, on all fours ... her breasts flopping with her gyrations ...
... and he grabbed her nipples. Tweak!
Moan ...
... and a hump. And a breathless, "H-hold on ... h-hun ... " One hump. Mounted from behind, belly on her back ... paws wrapped below her, hugging her big belly. Two humps ... three. Faster ... huffing, puffing!
Squeak!
Until ... climax! Orgasm ... her first. Spasms. Spasms, and ... warm flushes. And little drips of juices. And she moaned and sagged. The pleasure ... oh ... it could melt a fur!
And his rising grunts and huffs ... and his release. His flopping onto her back while he sowed.
Ketchy swallowing ... and smiling shyly. Whispering, "Thank you ... " Pant, puff ... she always felt one should thank their mate after yiff. For the intimacy. The closeness. The pleasure. The trust. The emotion. To thank them ... for having given you a part of themselves.
"Mm ... mm-hmm," Denali breathed. "You're so ... welcome." Pulling her to the floor. Where they laid to recuperate.
Lips on her cheek ... kiss, kiss. Go for the lips!
Her tongue there (suddenly there). In his mouth, touching the insides of his cheeks ...
" ... mm ... mm ... "
Huff! Kiss broken ...
... as paws felt ALL over. Just moving, touching, grabbing ... just to slide over fur.
To feel him ...
... and feel her ...
... the two furs on their sides. Level to each other. Hugging, kissing ... on the lips. Paws on hips.
Just kiss. Just ... kiss ...
... how pleasant is this?
Field, in their soft, kiss-filled writhing ... gave a sharp squeak. Having found his smooth, sensitive cock-head ... sliding through her soft, pink fur. Around her waist.
She stroked his side ... " ... go on ... "
"Mm ... I wanna ... in-inside you."
"I don't have the energy to ... go through with a biting, darling," she said gently. Apologetically. The minute her body engaged in intercourse, the biting instinct activated. "Neither do you ... we've ... we're all dehydrated." She caressed the damp fur of his back.
"Tomorrow?" he said weakly.
"I promise." Her forehead to his. Eyes closed. Sending him ... good vibes. "I promise," she whispered. "But we don't have to bite ... every night. It's good to vary it ... now ... " Her paws slid round his back. Gripped his pert, mousey rump. Kneaded his cheeks. "I had my orgasm. You need yours ... come on ... " She mentally urged him to hump at her fur. To rub his mouse-hood through her soft fur ...
The mouse, the scent of the bat's orgasm still fresh in his nose (and still wet on his cheeks) ... humped ... very gently, very softly. Not even true humps. Just little hip motions. Rubbing his cock-head through her pink fur. Back and forth, back and forth ... and the underside of his shaft, too, sliding through fur ... the soft, searing sensitivity it gave ... made him ache. Made him squirm and huff.
And she wrapped her arms around his back. Hugging him, holding him ... gently stroking him ...
... until her fur on him ... her scent ... everything. Too much, too much!
Huff, huff ...
... huff! "Ohh ... ohh. Oh," the mouse gasped, whimper-squeaking. Whimper-whimper ... squeaking! Little jets of mouse seed, white, wet, warm ... shot to her belly. Spurt, spurt ...
... and her wings, warm and filmy, enveloping him like blankets. As she hugged him with her winged arms.
"Huhm ... mm ... mm," Field whimpered (weakly). Mouse-hood twitching, spitting more ... and less, and ... milked. And the rodent huffing, unable to move. Throat bone-dry. Swallowing, licking his lips. Sniffling. Absolutely exhausted.
As she was. The bat, sighing ... nuzzling him. Nosing him.
Nosey-nose!
"Oh ... Field, we're ... a total mess." A swallow. "We need to get to the shower."
"Mm ... I can't get up," he whispered back.
A small smile. "Mm ... I guess, when you can't stand after yiff ... we must've done something right," she giggled.
"Definitely," was his airy response.
Causing her to giggle more.
And they laid. And ... eventually, swung their legs off the bed, sat for a bit ... and then stood. Going to the bathroom. Both of them guzzling water from the sink (cupping it in their paws, drinking ... letting it dribble down their chins and necks). And then, eventually, slipping into the shower.
Where they stood. In each other's arms. Letting the warm water pelt them. Soak them. Wash them clean.
The bat putting her muzzle to the mouse's ear. Whispering, "I love you ... darling ... "
"Mm?" was his dreamy response. Paws on her lower back. Head leaning against hers. Right under the streaming jet of water (coming from the shower-head).
The bat winced a bit. His bad ear. She'd almost forgotten. She hugged him tighter (more dearly). "I love you," she said (louder, and into his good ear), "Field ...
The mouse flushed, whispering (in a tired, airy voice), "I love you, too ... Adelaide ... " A sigh. Leaning.
Hugging.
Letting the water purify them. And de-honey their fur.
As soon as they stepped out of this shower, they were flopping into bed ... and going to sleep. Right next to each other. And, hopefully, Akira wouldn't wake them (like she had last night) ... and, hopefully, no storms would approach and scare Field awake.
Oh, they needed sleep!
Rest.
And, right now, they would hedge their bets ... on having a very good, very shared dream. Which would be carried to them on a honey breeze.
Outside, in the twilight, the same honey bee that Ketchy had nearly stepped on ... flew solo in the night. It's antennae transmitting, transmitting ... and it veered toward what looked to be a snake-hole in the ground. A tiny, tiny tunnel ... that sloped and swirled down, down, down ...
... the bee going down into the ground.
For minutes.
Minutes more ... flew the bee.
No ordinary bee.
Eventually exiting the tunnel, in a dark, cave-like room. Landing on a computer platform. Where it was scanned by a black-blue light. Where everything it had observed ... went into a database.
And through the windows of the room, in another room, at a desk ...
... a head-shaking exclamation of, "Land-dwellers! An infestation ... " And the mole turned his head. "I told you."
"We've known this for months. You've not told me nothing," said the second mole (obliviously using a double-negative).
"Yes, but they're settling now! We should scare them off ... "
"We are non-violent. We do not concern ourselves ... with the affairs of land-dwellers. Their scanners have not detected us. Why risk being discovered?"
"Then why send a spy-bee?"
"To make sure they're not planning on digging. They are not, so ... "
"But we should scare them off, all the same. I say," said the first mole, puffing up, eyes (which had little effectiveness) squinting. "I say we dig beneath their settlement ... and cave it in! They'll get scared and discouraged, and they'll leave."
The second mole considered. It wasn't like he was HAPPY ... that these strange furs had landed here and started settling. But ...
"At the very least, sir," said the first mole, "we should make them move to another continent. One with no moles. I cannot sleep with furs living over my head." Moles, by nature, were very defenseless creatures. Their only advantage ... was that they were below ground (and, therefore, out of reach of all predators and such). "I do not trust them," the first mole whispered. "All they do is ... breed." His weak eyes darted. "With the amount of breeding they do, how long before their population doubles, triples ... until they're ALL over? Then we'll be trapped beneath them ... bad situation, sir. Bad situation ... "
The other mole sighed. Considered. "Mm ... alright ... take a team and ... dig beneath some of their housing units. Cave in the ground. BUT ... you are NOT to hurt any of them in any way. And stay away from their star-ship. Just ... spook their settlement. Maybe they'll scare easily. Maybe they'll go away."
"If they don't?" was the worried question.
"If they don't, we make first contact ... "
"First contact has never gone well for us. Remember the wolves? The ... the wasps?"
A sigh. "Just ... try and scare them off. If we need to reveal ourselves to them, we'll ... worry about that later. Now, I am going to bed. Do not wake me!" The superior mole, suddenly grumpy, stumped out of the room.