Bowled Over
"Assumpta, I'm ... b-back," he said, voice faltering (as soon as he entered the house, as soon as he shut the door). Bam! Rationality, focus ... soaked in an inexplicable haze. Azure dropped his backpack. Blindly set the plant samples he'd been carrying ... on the arm of the couch. "Mm ... mm ... " Sniffing, sniff-twitching his nose and whiskers, eyes rolling back, he made it to the bedroom ... heart pounding. Throat dry. "A-assumpta ... "
The snow leopard, in the fur, looked up from her position on the bed. Ice-blue eyes feral.
The squirrel blinked, licking his lips ... blinking in the bedroom doorway. Confused. Scared. But more aroused than he'd ever been ...
"I have," the feline rasped, voice heavy, panting, "entered ... my heat." She swallowed.
"Uh ... um. Oh," said the squirrel, nodding.
"When a snow leopard femme enters heat, her pheromones ... filtrate the surrounding air like a ... a perfume," she explained (though her panting). They were new enough mates that she hadn't had a heat with him yet. "To best ... attract sufficient breeding partners."
"Oh," was all the squirrel could say (again). Flushed. Standing. Nose sniff-twitching. Drinking of air.
"I suggest," she managed, through her glazed look ... " ... suggest we satiate ourselves ... " A swallow. "Before ... " Before she, the predator, took matters into her own paws. Before she pounced him and ... bred wildly. And him being prey, a squirrel, he might get hurt. She didn't wish to hurt him. "While we, uh ... are still able to control our actions ... "
"Uh ... uh-huh." Azure fumbled at his clothing. Breath baited. Swallowing. He'd never felt like this before. So primed. So jazzed. So caught up in ... pure instinct. Pure desire. Animalistic. It was ... a bit scary, and so sudden, and ...
... neither of them spent much time questioning it.
The thirst needed to be quenched.
They were furs. Were ... sentient animals. Their desires ... to ignore them, they would ... oh, couldn't! Do it, do it ...
... launch onto the bed, squeaking, bare ... and grabbing at her fur. Sniffing, inhaling the scent of her.
Assumpta purred, closing her eyes. Breasts heaving with each deep breath. "Mm ... "
The squirrel panted, blinking, truly unable to plan ... his actions. His methods. Simply ... his eyes bore between her legs.
The snow leopard with enough cohesion to mutter, "D-down ... "
Azure nodded. Went down, prying her snow-white, grey-striped thighs apart with his paws. Prying, opening them (and she, he could've sworn ... was playfully resisting ... trying to hype him up even MORE, if that were physically possible).
Purr, purr ... vibrating purrs.
The squirrel's ears cocked and swivelled at her sounds. As he greedily, hurriedly went down ... poking his nose into her furry folds. Her vulva ... so, so soft. The white furs down there ... so short, so velvety. Giving way to pink, wet, raw flesh. Pussy-lips. And all the feminine features therein.
The snow leopard gave a throaty growl, throwing her head back ... urging, urging ...
... and the squirrel needed no more (urging). He pushed, wriggled his nose (and twitching whiskers) into her, breathing deep. Moaning. Melting, and pulling back, and extending his tongue, and ...
" ... mm ... mm ... "
Lick, lick ... slurp.
"Mm!"
The squirrel allowed his rodent tongue to slide along her labial walls. Deeper, touching wet pink. To her vagina, and the moistness, and ... up to her clit. Long, upward licks. Covering all bases of her. And ... lips nibbling at the clit. Nibble-nibble, and ... licking, devouring. Oh, flooded, oh, punched ... with the scent of her heat!
So hot. So wet. So ...
... driven. By need, by want. All framed by a love and admiration he'd long had for her (even before they'd officially mated).
Assumpta purred with thrumming satisfaction. Her white, wanting nether-regions ... flushed with dripping, licking pleasure. But, still, she wanted more.
Still, they needed more, and ...
... a lightning-flash swipe! And a hiss!
The mattress creaking as the squirrel was wrestled, pinned to his back, and as her predatory muzzle buried in his soft, rich-brown, earthy fur. Mm. Male. Male ... rodent ... mm ... muzzle trailing down his line of symmetry.
"P-pussy," pleaded the drunken squirrel, squirming. Chin and cheeks matted.
But the predator would not be abated. Her purrs became lusty, loving growls ... as her burning, ice-blue eyes inspected her mate's painfully erect penis. The tight, furry sac, the swollen balls at the base ... the lighter shade of pink where his sheath (removed at birth) would've been. The proud, bulbous head, and the slit dribbling cutely ...
Azure huffed, heaving, toes tingling ... bushy tail trapped beneath him, but flagging as best it could ...
... while her own tail, spotted, snowy, snaked. Snaked.
"Oh," Azure groaned ... " ... uhyy ... "
Her raspy feline tongue wrapped round his cock. Lick, lick ...
... squirm an' squeak!
To taste the essence of male ... to taste sex ... to render him pleasured and powerless (which is what any caring predator would do for her prey) ... oh ... her muzzle, her lips ... slid down the length. Paused at the base. Where her nose flared. Flared. And she went back up. Paused. And bobbed a few times. Tasting salty pre.
"Uh ... mm," Azure whimpered weakly, squirming. So sensitive. So sensitive ...
... until she stopped. She pulled off, growling, so caught up in the moment. Oh, no ... not enough. Not enough. She needed ...
... more. More. One more thing.
Azure watched, weakly, beside himself ... as the stronger fur writhed, getting to all fours. As her snaky tail raised out of the way. Her pussy-lips hanging there, visible, dripping ... oh, actually dripping ... slowly, slowly, but ... oh, wet. Yes!
The squirrel squeaked and blindly clambered up behind her. To mount.
She growled as his attempt went awry.
A squeaked, non-verbal apology, and he ... calmed himself down (barely). Swallowed, breathed, and ... successfully mounted.
A deep, heavy sigh from the snow leopard, who hung her head. Breathing her approval.
Azure needed no instructions ... for what to do next. It was all instinct. All pleasure. As he humped, humped ... steadily. Pulling his wet, glistening rodent penis ... out. Leaving just the tip in, and sliding it back in. A squelching sound being made by their connection ...
Purrs ... her body so lithe, so hot, so strong ... her deep-pink pussy-walls so steamy, so wet ...
... heaven to male flesh! Which sought more and more purchase. Deeper, wilder thrusts, rocking her ... doing her doggy-style. A squirrel doing a snow leopard doggy-style! Azure nearly had his orgasm ... from the very thought.
A growl. A command.
And Azure fumbled a paw for her clit ... to tap-tap it ...
Assumpta's pleasure in her sigh ... " ... uh ... "
"Uh, uhmm ... " The squirrel, prey-like timidity temporarily buried ... pushed her front end down, shifting to his knees. No longer doing her from a draped doggy position, but ... resting on his knees. Oh ... oh ... doggy on his knees ... paws gripping her hips, holding, holding, huffing ...
... the snow leopard wriggling her rump, encouraging him to ...
... cum!
She felt the weight of the sweaty, furry rodent, the twitching rodent ... felt him slump on her back again. Burying erratically in her body.
"Uh ... huhhh ... huh," the squirrel gasped, shivering, eyes watered shut. Tail gone limp. As cock spurt-spurt-spurted seed. Sowing his snowy feline. "Oh ... oh!" he squeaked (in pure, physical wonder). Oh, satisfaction ... oh, lovely leopard! He mouthed the fur on her back. Panting onto her back, still shivering, still in orgasm.
And she, now, in hers. Quivering, quavering, and ... purring like an over-hyped motor. Giving a muffled growl into the pillow before her, teeth nipping at the sheets ... " ... humm ... mm ... mm! Mmf ... " Her walls shook and went into spasms. Wet, wonderful release. Ooh ... the heat that had been burning her ... momentarily, temporarily reduced to waiting embers (a fire now in remission, in standby ... a fire that would, in an hour's time ... flare once more ... but, for now, sated ... )
"Oh," Azure breathed, brown, furry chest matted with sweat. He flushed beneath his fur. Feeling a bit ... well, silly. A bit carnal. But ... she was his MATE. He loved her. It was her heat. Nothing ... wrong about this ...
"I ... th-thank you," Assumpta breathed, and she slumped to a horizontal lie-down.
Azure nodded, throat dry, a bit dehydrated, pulling out of her, and wearily flopping beside her. Panting. "Um ... n-no problem ... d-darling." He swallowed. Sniffled, and ... squeezed her paw (weakly). "I ... you should've told me you were nearing your heart. I ... nearly got bowled over," he remarked, "when I came home."
"I wished," she said quietly, "to surprise you."
A flushing swallow. "You certainly did." A soft, spreading grin. "A ... very good surprise, though. Mm ... "
"My body will recharge," she warned him ... " ... in an hour or so."
"How long? I mean ... how long is your heat?"
"Three days," she told him.
A quiet nod. "Good thing," he remarked, "it's the weekend, huh?"
An eye-smile (that only predators ... that only furs of the ice ... could do). "A good thing," she agreed.
Azure sighed deeply, smiling, saying with closed eyed, "Gosh, I love yiff ... " And his eyes opened, resting on her. The snow leopard. His mate. "But not nearly as much," he whispered tenderly, "as I love you ... "
Assumpta eye-smiled, remarking (at a returned whisper, lying by his side in their safe, dim bedroom), "Were I prey ... were I prey," she repeated, "this would be an appropriate time to go 'aw' ... would it not?"
A blushing giggle. "Yeah ... " A bright nod.
"But, as a predator, I will simply respond with a ... thank you," she said, nodding, her strong, clawed paw resting on his side. "Very much."
"You're welcome," Azure whispered (barely audible).
Their eyes met.
Oh, sure they had an hour before they cycled back to their peaks, but ...
... a slow, smoldering kiss from the predator.
And the prey took it.
What was the saying?
The early fur got the orgasm?
Or something like that. Anyway, why not jumpstart it ...
Squeaks and sweaty, sex-fueled purrs, and ... here they went again ...