As Natural As You Could Be
**Author's note: Both characters are anthropomorphic despite how one may act. :3
Be 18 or keep your eyes away form this and blah blah blah. This is also the first yiffy story I wrote, even if I didn't post it first, so be gentle with it. <_< It's also short, don't go expecting anything else.**
Splash. Twish realized he had, again, failed to judge to distance between the cliffs when his jump, instead of landing him gracefully where he wanted, ended in a painful impact against the cliffside, bruising his arms and paws, and a backwards fall into the cold water below. He lost his breath like from a kick in the stomach as the lake enveloped him. With a few strokes he reached the surface again and swam graciously like a wounded swan to the closest rock. 'Damnit.' He barely managed to pull himself up onto it, further scraping his arms on the rough surface.
The moonlight illuminated the whole rocky beach as Twish sat there and wondered what meant wrong. No, he knew it. Being a city-born and raised cougar he didn't have half the grace or strength one of his kind was supposed to. Between catching his breath, he let out a deep sigh, ending in a slight growl of annoyance. 'Damnit again'. He studied his reflection in the now-still water. Yes, he looked exactly how he felt at the moment, wet and miserable. His tawny, soft fur looked very dark, drenched as it was, and his previously white shirt wasn't quite the original color either. He would have to comb all of his fur when he got home, as getting wet always caused it to get messy and tangled. He also noticed how his ears were unconsciously drawn back, reflecting his mood, and couldn't help but chuckle a bit to himself. 'Oh well, that's what I get for indulging in these feral impulses', Twish though to himself. He had been feeling less and less comfortable in the urban jungle of concrete during the last months, instead feeling a strong urge to return to his roots, to return, at least temporarily, to a completely feral state of being. To just leave the worries and questions he had to face everyday behind, and instead move and act by instinct only. Alas, as today had so harshly proved, he wasn't nearly experienced enough to do well outside of the comfortable city yet. Twish noticed his fur was starting to dry up in the cool night breeze, but realized he'd have to get wet again if he ever wanted to get off this rock. He surveyed the surroundings, his feline night vision thankfully still there, like a memory of past times. Climbing up the cliffs he had fallen off was out of the question, they were much too steep, especially for his manicured claws and weak arms. There were really only two options, either he could swim to the nearby stony beach, get into the forest and get back home that way, or he could swim around the long cliffy area to an actual swimming beach, from where he could take a bus home or hitch a ride. Still feeling shaky from the adrenaline the fall had caused to surge in him, he decided not to risk getting a cramp in the middle of the swim and opted for the former option.
Twish reluctantly lowered himself into the cold water again, suppressing a growl as it reached his waist. He took off swimming with quick strokes, and quickly reached the shore. 'That's it for today's adventures', he mused as he tried, not-quite-successfully, to shake off excess water. The night was getting quite chilly, though, and he decided to find a comfortable spot to let himself dry a bit in before setting off towards home. He walked into the nearby forest, leaving the lakeside behind. After almost breaking his ankles several times as he stepped into small crevices he didn't know were there and smacking his toes rather painfully against rocks and roots, he screamed with annoyance. It was laughable, here he was trying to be a wild cougar, ending up almost crushing his toes. In this depressed mood he sat down on the mossy ground. Then, acting on the moment, he laid down and rolled around, trying to get himself to dry up a bit. The frustration was changing into amusement at his own behavior. Things weren't that bad after all. Some stars were visible through the canopy above him, and Twish watched them twinkle and glimmer. Yes, eventually he'd move fluidly like he was supposed to... eventually...
The soft rustle of leaves caused his ears to twitch. The sound of paws. The *last* thing he wanted right now was somebody to talk with. He quickly stood up, crouched, and hoped he could stay quiet enough not to get noticed. The noise was gone - either whatever was making it moved too far to be heard, or the noticed him and went silent. Twish stood in place like frozen, trying to see or hear whoever was out there. He was so utterly concentrated he snapped like a piano wire when he suddenly felt someone sniff his neck from behind. Letting out a high-pitched yip of surprise, he bolted up to his feet, hair standing up on his back and tail. He spun around only to discover the most stunning female cougar he had ever laid eyes on. Stark naked, her fur all too short to cover her perfectly-shaped breasts, and the clearest, most intense golden eyes he had ever seen. Funnily enough sex was the last thing on his mind, because the whole scenario was painted out in his mind already. He'd get pounced, killed and eaten by a clearly insane wild cougar, and nobody would ever know. Who other than a complete feral nutjob would walk in the forest unclothed? She also had her claws extended, perhaps because of his surprised reaction, except these were visibly sharp. They both stared at each other. Twish, in his panic-addled mind, decided to play dead. Maybe that thing wouldn't want to eat dead prey... it was his only chance anyway - he deemed the likeliness he could fend off a wild and well-trained cougar disturbingly small. He let himself fall back down onto the moss, hoping that he remembered that part about wild cougars not wanting to eat dead prey correctly from the biology lessons. The female cougar immediately moved closer, until she was standing right next to his limp body. Then she sniffed him again, concentrating on his genital area. What the hell was it doing? Twish promised to himself to cut his own throat if that thing was going to eat his balls first.
Frustrated at the fabric of his jeans blocking his scent, she extended her claws again. Oh, great, here it comes, Twish though, now she's going to eat my supple guts for breakfast. He clenched his eyes tight shut, preferring not to see what would happen. Surprisingly to him, there was no bloodshed. She instead tore the waist part of the jeans, her feral mind not being able to grasp the concept of the buttons, and pulled them off. His boxers followed soon after, leaving him naked waist-down, and his all-too-frail genitals exposed. Twish already had his own claws pressed against his throat, ready to tear it if he felt even the slightest claw or fang down there. But instead of exacting bloody justice on him, she pushed her muzzle right into his sheathed cougarhood, poking it slightly. Twish was too confused to understand anything, but the soft stimulation of her muzzle and the feeling of her hot breath caused the tip of the penis to poke out from it's protective sheath. This seemed to be the reaction the female was looking for, as she let our a soft purr, and licked the tip with her raspy tongue. The contact was extremely erotic and caused Twish to growl with pleasure against his will.
She is in heat, the realization dawned to him. Goddamnit. That wild barbarian of a cougar wanted to mate with him. His mind felt strangely split, the other half disgusted at the bestiality of the act, having sex with such an uncivilized being, while the other was already flooded with hormones and the pheromones she was excreting, and wanted nothing more that to submit to her plan. The reasonable mind still stronger, he followed it's advice and tried to gently push her head away with his hands, but this resulted in an annoyed snarl and bared teeth from the female, with the additional fun of her digging her claws into his thigh. Startled, he slumped back onto the moss, and the female turned her attention back to licking his semi-erect spiny cock, this time also fondling his velvety balls gently. Each lick causing such exquisite jolts of pleasure through his whole being, she quickly had Twish purring and moaning along in her chorus of heat, his cougarhood now fully erect, dripping precum which she so eagerly licked up, savoring the essence. This sexy cougar kept at it for a few moments longer, perhaps enjoying the amount of control she had over him, much unlike other situations where the male would always be dominant, before abruptly stopping. She got on top of him, turned around and quickly got down on all four paws again, lifting her tail and thrusting her attention-starved and moist female parts into his muzzle. Already in the throes of arousement, he deeply inhaled her pheromone-laden musk. Then, instinctively, he extended his tongue and gently lapped along the outer lips of her quivering vagina. She seemed pleased at this and resumed worshipping his cock, this time taking the whole head into her mouth, canine fangs gently scraping the shaft, pushing Twish to new levels of pleasure. Wanting to repay her attention, he thrust his tongue as far into her feline pussy as he could, muzzle rubbing against her labia, coating his nose with her juices. He was a virgin, never having gotten further than friendly non-sexual licking and nibbling with a female, but the actions came naturally to him now.
He was nibbling and licking her softly-furred vagina with passionate abandon, probing deep with his equally raspy tongue, the action more fervent and and twitchy by the second, all the while as she sucked and lapped his achingly hard cougar cock. All of a sudden she disengaged from their pleasurable sixty-nine with a growl. Twish's head swam with elated arousal as she positioned herself above his throbbing member. She lowered herself downwards until the precum-oozing tip of his spiny cock touched her drippingly wet slit. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to mate now, perhaps more desperately than she did. His instincts took over as he thrust his hips forward, the head of his penis penetrating her delicate wetness. The sensation was exquisite, and she thrusted back onto him, impaling herself all the way on his rigid flesh, causing both to moan and growl uncontrollably. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest as furry chest as she lowered her head to nip his neck softly. Twish threw his head back, baring his throat, the feeling of vulnerability now only furthering his excitement. It was indescribable for him. He was actually mating with one of his own kind, like an animal, in the middle of the woods. Just like nature intended things to be. And he was going to breed her. His cock pulsed with every thought, releasing more precum into her velvety pussy. His fur was almost dry now other than the balls and thighs which were completely drenched in her juices. 'The night sure took an unexpected turn' , he figured, in a short moment of clarity, as they lay there rocking back and forth in the soft moss, her riding him at a quickening pace. The female's soft moans were growing louder and louder, and her hand dived between her legs to further stimulate herself. Perhaps to give him a little show, she sat up again, cock still firmly in her pussy.
Twish could only stare at the perfect creature on top of him in awe. Every bounce of her breasts as she impaled herself on him was entrancing, her hand as it deftly rubbed her clit, fast almost to the point of blurring even more so. Both were so deep in their mating frenzy that neither could have stopped anymore, even had they wanted to. He reached out to paw her breasts, amazed at how soft and firm they felt. Enouraged by her moaning growing louder, he started to massage her, kneading her seductive tits like a little kitten. Each time his fingers brushed over her hard nipples, Twish could feel her tensing with pleasure, causing him to do the same.
He felt his balls tighten, as the sensation of her gyrating hips, her tight vagina squeezing his rock hard cock, started to become too much. Then suddenly she screamed, the howl-like sound describing the pleasure of her orgasm more exactly that words ever could. As she came on his cock, the rhythmic contracting of her vagina round his already over-stimulated male parts pushed him over the edge. He quickly released her breasts, instead grabbing the soft moss to brace himself. He growled louder than he ever had before, thrusting himself deep into her, body tensing up and his claws reflexively digging into the ground. As she felt his cock twitch, releasing a long, thick rope of his cougar seed deep into her, she pressed down onto him as hard as possible, her inner muscles milking his cock, desperate for his cum. Her tail was whipping from side to side rapidly, muscles every bit as tense as Twish's. Again and again his cock pulsed, their mutual orgasm sucking every drop of his white, silvery sperm into her, seemingly going on forever.
The second he slumped down, spent from the breeding, she pulled off of him with an angry hiss, leaving shallow scratches on his chest. With a few wobbly steps, dazed by the afterglow of the orgasm, the fulfillment of her heat, she disappeared into the forest darkness she had come from, leaving him with a throat sore from her aggressive biting, and the fur below his waist messier than ever. 'Perhaps I should go swim again', Twish though, smirking to himself.
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