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*Description: * Not every big cat is courageous. Such is the case of Aryn, a lone predator who became used to living and hunting on his own. When a playful female cheetah, Fraya, enters his life, the silly kitten is overwhelmed by her advances. Can the goofy male find his inner courage and give a lady what she expects from him? Read and find out!

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A Cheetah's Bold Move

Aryn looked wistfully towards the snow-capped mountains towering at the end of the tundra. That was his territory. That what where he belonged. Not right here, in the open, where a wolf pack could happen upon them at any time.

Fraya didn't share his concerns. She pranced about the golden, autumnal grass, her paws swishing through the frail strands that began to wither from the colder temperatures. Her multicolored tail tip stood out like a red flag, as did the fiery colors adorning her brown and light grey coat. Aryn fared no better. As a snowy cheetah, the white and black of his fur marked him as nothing more than easy, stupid prey.

"I'll defend you if it will come to that," Fraya said with her usual, enthusiastic voice. "I'm a better fighter than you are."

"I'm a better runner, but none of that matters if wolves find us. They have the bigger numbers, the better constitution, the superior stamina, while we are simply--" her paw swatted his cheek playfully before he could finish.

"Cats, Aryn. We're cats, and cats are curious and desire to explore. I have seen your mountains and your caves. Now it's your turn to explore my territory."

Right. Her territory. She arrived here just the past week, wandering off wherever she pleased. Aryn had tried to keep her sheltered within the mountains, where pigmy goats were plentiful and caverns sheltered them from the elements, but Fraya simply refused to stay in one place for more than a couple of days.

Aryn sighed and followed her across the endless grassy sea that bore the color of old gold. He had to admit that the tundra has its own allure; grass under his paws instead of freezing ice felt nice for a change. Down here, the air lacked the icy bite of the mountains, and the even ground transformed walking into quite the pleasant and relaxing affair.

If only the same could be said about the openness of the tundra. Everywhere Aryn looked, swaths of shifting vegetation spread as far as the eye could see. No trees, no bushes; nothing but empty space. It unnerved Aryn a great deal, to lack the possibility of a convenient shelter, but Fraya simply strode ahead, flicking her tail from side to side to give him passing glimpses of her sex.

She did it on purpose, of course. The gentle swings of her tail had obvious coordination to them, offering Aryn just enough time to glimpse her ripe offering before she shielded it from sight. In her mind, she probably intended to simply tease him, but Aryn--well, Aryn had gone long enough without a female for her dainty slit to coax movement out of his sheath. Only his pink, glistening tip showed itself before Fraya whirled upon him to plant a few sudden licks upon his muzzle.

"Isn't this wonderful? Where I come from, such freedom doesn't exist. I feel that these plains belong to me, that I can run in every direction and find not a soul."

"Yeah, well, that's where you are wrong. Come nightfall, and you'll wish you were back in my cave."

"Maybe I will," Fraya said, latching her forepaws onto his shoulders and hoisting herself onto her hind legs to nibble at one of his ears. "I like the furs that you spread over the cold stone. They feel softer than grass, and warmer too."

Aryn went along with her ploy, lifting a forepaw to run his pink padded toes down her neck. "Does this mean we head back?"

Fraya put enough weight into her makeshift hug to wrestle Aryn onto the ground. With his belly exposed to her whims, Fraya straddled him like a veritable victor, her vermilion eyes bearing into his amethyst ones.

"Not yet. Not before we do what we came here to do."

Before Aryn had the chance to ask what exactly that was, Fraya's jaws clamped around his neck, her fangs adding enough pressure to draw a soft yelp from Aryn.

"I win!" She proclaimed before dashing her tongue along his nose. "If I win three times, we spend the night here. If you win three times, then we go back to your cave." She dismounted him to give Aryn the chance to scramble onto his fours before she playfully added. "If you want something, you got to fight for it."

Aryn would have rolled his eyes at her ridiculous proposition, but Fraya kept her word about the challenge. She leaped at him, forcing Aryn to lunge to the side and swipe her hind paws from under her. Fraya collapsed in a heap of writhing paws and squeaky mewls, so Aryn approached her from the side to mark his first victorious bite.

Unlike him, Fraya wasn't the type to meekly submit. She swatted her forepaw at his face, twisting her body enough for her forelegs to wrap around his neck and drag Aryn down right into her awaiting fangs.

"EEP!" Aryn cried out, snarling despite the comforting tongue strokes on his neck. "That was foul!"

"According to whom?"

She had a point, one that Aryn took to heart for the upcoming game. Fraya had the same constitution. She was equally agile and much more cunning, so Aryn had to resort to other means to subdue her, means that she probably never thought of.

This time, it was Aryn who pounced her. Rather than use brute force to drag her down, he wove his body around hers so that he tackled her from the side, straddling her as if he was a wolf enjoying his mate.

Fraya collapsed to the ground. Be it from surprise or his actual weight, Aryn couldn't tell. Her mirthful chirps suggested the former.

"That is a bold move."

Aryn should have laughed. He should have said something--or better, get off her. His body, however, refused to budge, and his spine arched forward to thrust his growing meat into her tail.

"That is a very bold move," Fraya purred, arching her head back to nuzzle him encouragingly. "This doesn't count as a victory, however."

Her tail swung out of the way, allowing Aryn's tip to probe at her soft, warm, inviting lips. It all started off as a game. He had simply wanted to best her, so that they could go home and snuggle against each other.

But this...this was too much! He had never meant to actually mate with Fraya, let alone spill his seed inside of her and burden her with his cubs.

No matter the pull of his logical side, Aryn found himself unable to deny this to Fraya. She purred in the faintest, most pleasant of ways. Her lithe body playfully wiggled underneath him, and her forepaws stroke his with slow, gentle strokes while she grinded her sex against his.

"Fraya, I..."

"Grrr, we'll talk after," she said, pulling her tail all the way to the side to illustrate her eagerness. "It already took you long enough to get the cue. Don't delay matters further than you already did."

She had a point. Had it been any other male in his place, they would have mounted Fraya without a second thought. Aryn, however, needed special encouragement to do that. Even now, with his body atop hers and the tip of his member gently prodding at her entrance, Aryn doubted the necessity of such act. Why couldn't Fraya see it the same way?

The answer to his predicament came along with a gentle mewl of pent-up longing from Fraya. Her relaxed posture, along with her licks on his forepaw, proved to him that Fraya saw more than a friend in him. She saw him as a potential mate, and if Aryn declined her offer, she would leave and most likely never return. He would be left alone with his furs, with no one there to snuggle with.

Afraid of disappointing her to such extent, Aryn clenched his toes around the clumps of drying grass and drove his member through Fraya's crevice, wrinkles forming across his muzzle, his eyes scrunching from the potent pleasure that seized his frame. It had been so long since he last mated, that Aryn remained lodged inside Fraya's throbbing tunnel, paralyzed by the waves of bliss that flooded his frame. Fraya's moist, heated walls hugged him from all sides, the fleeting shudders that dashed through them adding to the immense euphoria that the male experienced.

All of his rational thoughts dispersed like fog during a sunny day, the instinct to breed slowly but surely claiming Aryn. His body seized upon it, shoving his barbed length in and out of Fraya a few sudden and sloppy times, the strokes too brief, the thrusts too shallow.

"Mroooooooooowl," Aryn cried out, feeling his control slipping. Burning pressure welled within his quivering sack, overwhelming in its intensity. The only thing that kept it in check was the thread of fear associated with the outcome of his orgasm, but even that began to thin as Aryn's unfettered pleasure gnawed at it.

Beneath him, Fraya rocked from side to side, licking her muzzle, throwing her head back and rumbling with contentment. "Seems like it's been a while since you last entered a female."

Her quip fell on deaf ears. She couldn't understand how intense it felt for a male, to have his sensitive shaft caressed by the ripples rushing through her insides. To have his delicate barbs smothered by that wet, silken grip, or to fight back the urge to cum before his time.

"I'm fine with it," she said between the reassuring licks and nuzzles she gave Aryn. "Let go if you cannot hold it in anymore."

No. Not yet. Not like this. It might have been too late for Aryn to pull out and put an end to it, but he still had the power to choose the finale for this act. He wouldn't simply breed her--he would bring her to her climax and satisfy her to the best of his abilities.

Aryn began thrusting, stronger and faster, the soft squelches of her pussy stoking the euphoric sensation that bloomed within Aryn's body. Each time he plunged into his beloved friend, his sack slapped her rump, the impact sending tingles of bliss through his delicate spheres. More than that, her constant squeezes made Aryn's focus falter. Try as he might to lick her neck and give Fraya a good time, Aryn found it impossible to distract himself from his looming orgasm.

"Grarrrrrrrrrrr," his jarring growl erupted from his throat. He clawed at the ground, squeezing his thighs around Fraya's, his chest pressing upon her back to keep the female in place. His fangs clamped down upon her nape, tightening around it in a passionate grip, the pressure causing Fraya to cry out and squirt her own juices in quite the sudden and forceful fashion.

Femcum squirted past the narrow gaps of her lips, spraying upon Aryn's balls and tail. At the same time, her tunnel caved in around Aryn, hugging him in the fiercest of embraces, forcing him to surrender his seed to her.

Already teetering on the verge of his climax, Aryn fully hilted himself inside Fraya, yowling his thin cry of release in unison with the thick jets of creamy snowy cheetah essence that he shot into Fraya's depths. The female cheetah tensed up, shrieking, her voice mellowing down into a purr after Aryn unloaded the burden years of loneliness had left within his jiggling pouch.

"That was...mrrrr...that felt truly wonderful. No cat that I've ever been with loosened his seed inside me with such strong and satisfying spurts. Maybe you desired this more than I did."

His mind still a haze, Aryn needed a moment to rouse to awareness with a fatigued growl. "Hrrr?"

Fraya giggled at him, her jaws encircling a foreleg. "You are utterly spent, yet you choose to remain inside me. Shouldn't you lie down and recover?"

No. Not just yet. Spasms still traversed through the muscles at the base of his tail. His barbs remained flared, and a few delayed spurts continued to trickle past his tapered tip, adding to the great load he planted inside of her.

It had been, after all, a very long time since he experienced an orgasm. Right now, he simply wished to relish this moment, to cling onto these last pleasurable seconds before realization set it.

He mated with Fraya. Impregnated her, most likely. Worst of all, he didn't know how to feel about it. Happy that he managed to please her, or afraid of what the future held for them?

Aryn chose not to think of it as he dismounted this adorable and fascinating female. She deserved better than a worrying male, so Aryn tried not to let emotions spoil this magical moment. Besides, once he found himself in Fraya's embrace, with their paws massaging each other wherever their movements carried their padded toes, Aryn felt strangely relieved.

"I admit that, for a moment, I feared that you would not wish to mate with me."

How ironic. From Aryn's perspective, fear stemmed from their very union. While he fought to find the proper words for a reply, Fraya's tongue bathed his cheeks and brow, the strokes lazy, languid, and more romantic than anything Aryn had ever experienced.

"I am glad that you did. I'm not sure what finally drove you to do it, but I'm happy that it happened."

Aryn released a gleeful chortle. How could she not know?! Did she truly believe that constant teasing had no effect on him?

"You drove me to do it, my dear," Aryn admitted. "I didn't expect it. I didn't prepare for it. I simply...wished to make you happy."

"And you did," Fraya said, burying her head under his chin, her nose ruffling the downy fur of his neck. "You made me happier than you suspect."

Did he, now? What about the cubs? What about the outcome of their union? Shouldn't she be concerned about that as well, now that winter was coming and prey was going away?

She wasn't. Judging from the way she nibbled at his neck, Fraya was perfectly content with savoring the moment, a lesson that Aryn had yet to learn. Sometimes, he just had to trust others, as well as their choices. Fraya had chosen him. Fraya desired him. As a male, it was up to Aryn to live up to her expectations, and from today, this was what he was going to do.

***The End***

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