A Little Break
A little piece of chocolate ... hanging above his nose.
Which sniff-sniffed. Twitched! (The nose, not the chocolate.)
Audrey smiled, dangling the sweet ... above her sweet. And saying, "Aren't you gonna bite?"
"We never had chocolate in the desert," Advance replied. On his back. In bed. The lights were very dim (to the point of being turned off). Solstice was in-between systems, and ... it was night. A lot of furs were 'taking a break' ... and that included the Captain and the Communications officer.
"No?"
A small shake of the head. Rustling the pillow beneath him. "Mm ... it always melted."
A soft, smiling giggle. "Hmm ... "
"That, and ... it wasn't very easy to come by," he added seriously.
"Well, you've been deprived," the squirrel remarked. "That much is evident." More dangling of the chocolate. Putting it right on his nose.
He breathed in deep.
"Come on," she whispered, urging. "Bite ... come on," she cooed.
"I prefer vanilla ... "
"You gonna eat it? Or am I?" she teased.
The mouse relented. Opening his muzzle, and she delicately placed the piece of chocolate on his warm, wet tongue. Where it already began to melt. And he closed his muzzle ... when she withdrew her paw.
She watched him.
He swirled the chocolate around, around. Letting it melt and spread. Getting the taste of it, and then ... chew-chew! And swallow ... with a quiet gulp!
"Better?" was her whisper. The squirrel sitting upright. At a straddle of his waist.
A nod. A pause. "Now I need a sip of water," he whispered. "Mm ... makes me thirsty." He swirled his tongue inside his muzzle a bit more. Smacked his lips.
"Mm ... I'll get the water. IF," she said. "If ... you promise not to MOVE a muscle."
"Not even a twitch?"
"Mm ... " She made a face of mock-consideration. "Okay, you can TWITCH. But nothing else!" she added, grinning.
"Alright."
The squirrel giggle-squeaked and slid off him, and then ... slid off the bed altogether. Onto her bare foot-paws. Her bare body swaying as she padded to the food processor. Her exposed rump and her bushy tail. As she ordered a glass of water. Iced. And as she came back with it.
The desert mouse's eyes watched her. She was agile. Like an acrobat. But, then, all squirrels were. But, then again ... not all squirrels ... were HER. He wasn't mated to all squirrels. Just Audrey. And that meant, of course, that Audrey was THE most acrobatic. THE most agile. THE most beautiful.
No matter what.
She stopped at the side of the bed. "Your water, Captain?" A smile on her muzzle.
"Why, thank you, Lieutenant." The desert mouse propped himself up on his elbows, before pulling himself to a semi-sit. And his paws reached out for the cold water glass, with the condensation on it. And the clinking of the ice cubes. And he took it, and he brought it to his lips. Smelling the water. Just the clean, pure, fresh scent of ... water. And he sipped. Sipped some, and it ran down his throat, and ... he sighed. And gave the glass back to her.
"All better, sir?" she whispered.
"I think so," he decided. "For now."
"Shall I put the water on the bedside desk, sir?" she asked, acting (playfully) a subservient part. "Would you like anything else?"
"I'd like for you to stop being such a tease ... and get back into bed."
"Is that an order?"
"Aud ... " He giggled. Squeaking a tiny bit. Unable to help himself ... smiling and reaching for her! Grab-grab!
Chitter! Chitter ... " ... Captain, I had NO idea ... "
"Will you stop," he giggled, words chopping apart ... as giggles became more pronounced. "Will you ... get back into ... "
The squirrel flopped back onto the sheets, rolling onto her side. Facing him, and pinning the mouse to his back, and ... half-sprawled over the top of him, she smiled softly (and seductively). "Mm," she breathed. "Mm. Mouses."
A giggle-squeak from him.
"Mouses are better than chocolates."
"Are we?"
"You are," she assured. Nose sniffing. Whiskers twitching. Eyes ... drinking him in. Her mate. Her love. And her superior officer. "You make all those cute little ... squeaky noises. You wriggle and worm and giggle ... and squirm," she whispered. "All cute-like."
"But, surely, we don't taste as sweet?"
"As sweet? My word, SWEETER! Sweeter," she whispered. "I've long-wondered," she waxed dramatically, "why they've never had a 'mouse-flavored' ice cream. I would have it every day."
A helpless giggle and a deep sigh. "Oh ... Aud ... "
"Am I being TOO silly?"
"Mm ... don't know. It's ... you always cheer me up," Advance whispered.
"I try," was her honest reply, leaning up a bit. And rubbing his bare, furry chest. The multi-colored browns of his chest. Running her paws through fur. Her paws stopping, so her thumbs ... could massage his mousey nipples for a bit. "Why do males have nipples, I wonder ... "
"Think of how odd we'd look without them," was his response. "Helps us match up better," he said, lazily swiping at paw at her dangling, swishing tail, "with you ... we've a matching set." A pause. "Well, not QUITE."
"Not quite, no ... " A giggle. "You've the blueprints, sure," she said, massaging his nipples again (and drawing a bit of a sigh from his muzzle). "But ... we've the blueprints AND the finished project," she said, her bare, furry breasts dangling within clear view of him.
"A five-star project ... what architecture," Advance whispered. "What form." His paws cupped her breasts, fingers running through the lovely, curved things. Through the fur. Finger-tips and blunted claws grazing her more-sensitive nipples.
She closed her eyes. Sighing, smiling at his words. And continuing, "Males without nipples. Hmm ... your belly button would have nothing to keep it in check! It would take over your chest!"
Giggle-squeak!
The squirrel's eyes opened. "I guess God knew what he was doing, then."
"Assuredly so."
Her eyes gleamed. "From chocolate to nipples ... to what else? Mm?"
"I don't know ... maybe we should quit while we're ahead."
"You think?" Her head tilted, and she grinned. "Mm ... where's your sense of adventure?"
"It's been waylaid."
"Waylaid?" she teased, rubbing his chest again ...
... while his paws went up and down her sides. While he held to (and felt) her furry hips. Her feminine hips. The fur and the bones beneath. "Waylaid," he whispered. "In favor of more ... tangible concerns."
"Tangible," she whispered.
"Like your belly and your paws and your lips and your ... ears, and your tail ... "
"Hmm ... mm," she went, arching as her belly was rubbed. She sighed and closed her eyes. "Well, if ... if we MUST fixate on ... more tangible things, I guess it's only fair to ... "
Squeak!
" ... cut right to the chase." Her paw had, now, a firm grip on his mousey member. Which was semi-erect. A bit soft, still, but ... squeeze, squeeze.
Squeak ... mm ...
"You're in a mousetrap now, darling," Audrey whispered.
"A squirrel-trap, you ... you mean?" he breathed.
"Well, you're the mouse. And YOU'RE in the trap, so ... "
"But a squirrel's doing the trapping," he countered.
"Mm ... mm ... well, I've got you, regardless."
"Do you hear any complaints?"
A head-tilt. A giggle. "No, I don't ... " She gave his mouse-hood a few tugs. Before letting it go. Before leaning forward a bit, both of her paws on his chest. And taking a few breaths. "I ... I'm glad, though," she said, seriously, "that you're feeling so good." A breath. "Before we mated, you were so withdrawn, and ... so uncertain of yourself and your ability to command. I'm glad to see you ... more at ease," she breathed.
A flush. "Well ... it's your doing," he whispered. For it was, wasn't it?
"You make it sound like ... you needed me more than I needed you. I was ... not in the best of states. You know that." She'd been so, so lonely. And so ... anxious. So depressed. And ... he'd alleviated those things in her. Now, she was more laid-back, and happier, and ... " ... you've improved the quality of my life." Leaning down, and ... planting a kiss on his nose ...
... which twitched and sniffed! So cute!
And she leaned back up. "We're mates. We're a fantastic duo," she said, "of furry love and whatnot." A grin. "And to think I was afraid to pounce you ... " A giggle. A pause. "Mm ... I'm glad I found the nerve."
"You know how long I waited for you to ... pounce? Weeks!" he exclaimed, giggling.
"I know. You told me," she whispered, leaning down for another kiss. This one to his cheek.
His paws were on her rumps now. He squeezed and kneaded her rump-cheeks.
"Mm." She closed her eyes, breasts jiggling a bit as she leaned forward.
"Aud ... "
"Mm?" She opened her eyes. Her bushy, luxurious tail, all brown and swishy ... moving through the bedroom air behind her.
"I love you," he mouthed.
And she flushed. Inhaled. "I love you, too." Exhale. And she paused, hesitating ... before saying, almost shyly now, "I ... I think of before we were mated. Both on the same ship. Both ... seeing each other every day. Both wanting each other, but ... both afraid to make the first move. Both afraid to ruin our lives and careers by making a mistake." A pause. "Both afraid to take a chance." Her eyes darted. "And ... I remember those days ... like they were in black and white. With those little crackles and pops you hear in old, old films. Like it was ... far away. Another time." A breath. "Cause, now, you've ... infused color into my life. New feelings, new sounds, and ... I'm just happy. Very happy, and it's ... cause of you," she whispered, leaning down. And kissing him again.
The mouse's ears rosy-pink! Squeaking from the throat!
And the kiss was broken, and ...
... Advance stammered a bit. Responding, "I, uh ... I'm ... thanks, Aud," he finally whispered. He bit his lip. A sigh. "I'm ... I didn't have the best time growing up. I had to learn how to fend for myself. Deal with loneliness. I ... it left its mark ... "
"I know. You've told me ... " Caressing his chest.
"I was in a lot of pain. I was ... walking around in a daze. I wasn't supposed to be the Captain of this ship. Field was. He ... turned it down," Advance whispered. "I guess it was fate. I guess God planned it. Cause ... if I hadn't accepted, I wouldn't have met you, and if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have gained the confidence and surety-of-step that I now feel. And if I hadn't felt that ... this crew would still be a fragmented, unorganized group of furs ... being criticized by the Furry Council in every communique. And ... but we're a family now, getting closer, getting better, and I KNOW we can beat the humans. I know we can do the right thing ... " A pause. A swallow. "It's all ... you know, there's a purpose. There's a plan." A breath. "You're part of that. And it makes you so special to me ... I ... you're so important to all of this ... to ME," he emphasized. "To my life. I ... " He finally faltered, trailing. Flushing beneath his cheek-fur.
Her eyes watered. She took a breath. Swallowed, and ... sniffled. "I ... thanks, Advance. I ... darling." She clutched at his chest-fur. Moving her paw to ... just over his heart. Feeling it beat-beat. Beat-beat. Hammer-hammer ... patter-pat. Pat! Life. Full of life.
They were both alive.
Here. Now. Better than before.
In love ... with a night off. Right now, they had youth (and time) on their side.
And wasn't that more than a dream?
Another kiss.
More touching, rubbing ... more clutching (of fur).
Until both rodents began to pant, and their eyes, hazy, lazily locked, and ... the squirrel swallowed. And flattened a bit and stretched her arms for the bed-side table.
"You need ... need some water?" he asked.
"A little, yes. Mm ... " She sipped at it. And put the glass back down. "But, uh ... not what I was ultimately reaching for ... " She straightened back up (into a proper straddle) with a little something in her paw. "I know you don't wanna ... "
His whiskers drooped. "Aud ... do I ... "
"I'm almost to my heat. Just ... just to be safe," she whispered. A pause. A whisker-twitch. "Now's not a time for me to ... get knocked up," she offered weakly. "I don't wanna risk it. You know that ... "
"I know. I just ... it dampens some of the pleasure when ... "
"I'll make up for it," she whispered, promising. "Mm." Rubbing his chest with her free paw. "Besides, it STILL feels good ... just ... you still feel a lot of pleasure, darling. I wouldn't complain."
"I'm not complaining."
"You don't like wearing them," she said, taking the condom out of its wrapper.
"Well, would YOU?"
"I don't have a penis," she whispered, smiling cheekily.
"Well, if you DID," he said, flushing hard, "you'd ... prefer ... nothing covering the skin of it ... "
"I know. But you gotta," she repeated, more seriously. "Please ... just for four days. Then my heat's over. Then you don't have to wear them for another month ... but ... I don't wanna argue about it. I know you've common sense." A whisker-twitch.
"Yeah." A gentle nod. "I know. I'm sorry. Just ... I'm being stubborn."
"It's okay," she assured. "I understand ... but it'll still feel good, okay? I'm gonna make sure of it." She planned on riding him, straddle-like ... controlling the tempo of their pleasure. Make it last as long as she could.
A flushing nod ...
... as the squirrel scooted back a bit, and ... attempted to slip the rubber sheath over his mouse-hood (five inches, when erect). "There," she said, getting it on (after a fumbled attempt). "Fits like a glove."
Ears turned rosy-pink!
"Now," she whispered, sighing and slinking back over him, raising her hips a bit. Squatting a bit ... over his groin. "Paw," she asked.
"Mm?"
"Your paw ... little help ... "
"Oh ... sorry." His paw went down. Fingers steering his covered mouse-hood, holding it upright. Pointing it. And holding the bottom of the condom tight (to make sure it didn't slip off when the rhythm started).
The squirrel lowered. Closing her eyes as she felt the tip ... at her pussy-lips. As she felt the small rubbing, and the familiar parting of her folds, and the quickening of her heart, and the ... tiny thrill at the first hint of penetration, and the huge, sinking sigh ... as she lowered down. As it slid, slid ... into her.
"Oh ... " The mouse held his breath. Even though the thin layer of the condom, the warmth, the wetness, the heat, the friction ... was STILL there. He just wished the sensitive skin of his shaft and head could ... feel it DIRECTLY. Instead of through ANY sort of layer, but ... on the bright side: he'd last a LOT longer than normal ... inside her. Which meant: a longer yiff!
And she knew it, too. Hence the silly grin on her face, and the little nod of 'not so bad now, is it' ...
Her furry shins on the sheets, she rose her hips a bit, and an inch or two of his penis slid out ... an inch or two still inside. And she sank back down. Slow, slow motions. Rising and falling by inches. Only inches. Only slowly.
A slow, burning pleasure ... in the both of them.
She was gonna make this last. And, in her, the lusty, furious need to breed ... was SO much stronger than normal. A femme fur NOT in heat ... yiffed two times a day. A femme fur IN heat ... well, sometimes, yiffed TWICE as much. It just ... it ... the edges of her heat. She felt it. And it spiked her heart, and ... caused her to chitter-growl from the throat, as she possessively put her paws on his chest and ... pushed off.
Rise ... and fall. Rise ... and fall.
And Advance helpless. Playing the mouse (which ... he was well-suited to play). Submissive and taking it, and letting her, in her dawning frenzy, lead the pace of this.
"Ohh ... oh," Audrey breathed, her pussy slap-slapping at the base of his cock. At his swelling, tightening ball-sac. Her ups and downs were short and quick. Little, little spikes of warming pleasure. Ride ... ride ... slap-slap ... short, bobbing motions. Spanning mere inches of his rigid, drooling penis, which filled her vagina with such purpose and meaning. Which made her feel so whole ...
... and made him feel so special, so vital, to ... be granted access to this. To be ... to be in her body, in the heat, the core of her. He wanted to hump, to ... to buck. To ... mm ... mmm ... wanted to sow her. Mm ...
She, pulsing with the urge to be filled ... and him pulsing with the urge TO fill. And it felt so, so good ... so good ... doing what they were designed to do. One fur. Their sweaty, matted bodies, panting, and ... their needy, loving minds ... they were doing more than just breeding. They were leaving imprints on each other's souls ... and ...
"Oh ... ohh," she moaned, sinking her hips all the way down. To a hilt of him.
Advance drew ragged breaths. Her pussy fluttered, as if ... trying to milk him. He moaned for more ...
... and she gyrated her hips. Her naked, brown-furred hips. Moving them in a slow circle, steering his penis clockwise (while still at a hilt).
The desert mouse huffed ... "hmm ... mm," he whimper-squeaked.
Swallowing, panting, Audrey gyrated in the opposite direction. "Uhnn ... " The grunt escaped her parted lips. Her angular ears cocked. Swivelling. "Uyyyn ... " Sounds of pure animal pleasure. Dripping from her muzzle ...
... and dripping from his. Along with a bit of slobber.
The squirrel, quite hot, heart hammering in her breasts ... she paused for a moment. Ceasing her gyrations. And just sitting there, on him ... at a straddle. Leaning forward, she grunted, putting her paws on his chest. Thumbs on his nipples. And she rub-rubbed them ... the mousey nipples. Beneath his fur.
He drew in air through the nose. His whiskers twitched.
She kept at it.
But the essence of male ... throbbing in her, standing at attention, waiting for more delicious friction ... and her femininity aching her more motion, more rubbing, more slickness. More ... more!
Her riding soon resumed ... and, oh ... mm ...
This would be a long, lazy ... lovely ... night!
"Ohh ... ohhhh," the rabbit moaned happily, sighing, sinking, sliding down in a chair in a corner of the hydroponics bay. His impressive, seven-inch rabbit cock all jellied up ... with paw-off jelly. CASES of yiffy lubricants could be found in sickbay ... liquids, gels, jellies ... when Lipton had bashfully gone to Welly for some (for Lipton had no mate ... so, he pawed three times a day; he WAS a rabbit), the skunk had given the cinnamon-furred rabbit a tube of jelly.
"I've ... uh, I've always used the liquid stuff," Lipton had protested.
"How much pre do you leak? A lot?" the skunk had pressed.
The rabbit had flushed hard ... " ... mm ... not that much, uh, actually ... "
"Can you orgasm without a lube?"
The rabbit's ears had burned. "No," was the whisper. "I need it ... covered."
"Switch to jelly, then. It's the most gooey." A wink. "Your penis will LOVE it. Heh ... and so will you. Should stay slicker longer. Less re-application, and ... a more ... how can I describe it." A grin. "Gives your paw a vagina-like quality." A chuckle. "Now, if you had a sheath or ... produced a lot of pre ... I'd recommend one of the others, but ... seriously, try it. If it doesn't feel good, I'll give you something else," he offered warmly.
Lipton had nodded shyly. "Thanks ... uh, Welly." And he took the tube of jelly. "I ... I really appreciate it."
"Hey, it's fine, bud," the skunk whispered, squeezing the rabbit's shoulder. "Have fun, okay?"
The rabbit nodded, smiling shyly.
"Oh, and ... you know, I have other things. Programs and ... "
"Uh ... no programs," said the rabbit, swallowing. "No," he whispered, "programs."
"Why not? They're ALMOST real ... I mean, you feel the weight, the touch, the smell ... it's ... they're GOOD holograms. I have a whole collection!" the skunk said proudly (he often bragged about his collection; had been collecting it for years). "Now, the personalities of the holograms themselves are ... very one-dimensional. It's ... so, it's OBVIOUS you're not doing it with a real fur. Your mind KNOWS, but ... believe me, buddy, your body? It won't know," the skunk assured. "You can do any species you want ... and it's not a sin. If that's what you're worried about ... "
"I know yiffing holograms isn't a sin," the rabbit echoed, nodding. "I know, but ... " Lipton, biting his lip, shook his head. "I ... I can't. I ... " He trailed. He used to be a holo-addict. Back when he was in school. It ... he hadn't been able to stop. Six, seven hours a day. Immersing himself in ... holographic role-play. In ... simulations. At the expense of his surrounding reality (which had almost caved in on him). But he hadn't been in a simulation room, hadn't yiffed with a hologram ... not in fifteen months. He wasn't about to start again. It was ... too tempting. "I ... I'd rather just paw," he insisted.
Welly nodded quietly. Eyes analyzing the rabbit. "Alright," he said softly. "But, you know, if you ... have any problems, you know, you can talk to me. I won't tell anyone."
Lipton nodded and gave a genuine smile. "Thanks. I'll ... I will. I mean, if I need to talk, I'll ... but, uh, I gotta ... gotta paw," the rabbit said, backing to the door. "Like, real bad," he said. "Thanks for the jelly," he said, smiling shyly.
"No problem, bud. And, hey ... "
Lipton looked up. The doors swishing open. He paused in the entrance.
"Keep faith, okay? Don't lose hope ... there are still a few unpaired femmes left on the ship. You'll hook up with one of them. I know you will. You're an awesome rabbit. Okay?"
Lipton blushed. Eyes watering. "Thanks," he whispered.
"Now, go do your thing," the skunk said, grinning. "Let me know how the orgasm feels. Like I said ... if the jelly isn't your thing, I have other stuff. But I'm sure it'll be the best lube for you ... "
And, grinning back, nodding happily, the rabbit had hopped away.
Which led to here.
Which led to now.
Which led to the rabbit staying after his shift in the hydroponics bay ... to paw in his chair in the corner, in this bay FILLED with flowers, vegetables, fruits, trees, and grass on the dirt-covered floor. So peaceful. It smelled so natural. It relaxed him.
He loved it in here. He was very glad to have this job ... to see new plants and flowers from all over. To bring them back to the ship, and tend to them.
"Uhhn, uhh ... " Slick-slick-slick ... " ... uhm," Lipton moaned. His shirt draped over the back of his chair. His pants and white briefs around his ankles. Foot-paws bare, toes and toe-claws digging into the grass. "Oh!" he moaned airily. Huff, huff ... slick-slick-slick ... his left paw blurring, sliding, pawing his jellied boner up and down, up and down, and ... and ...
... his other paw tugged at his retracted sheath. Ooh ... ooh ... that felt good!
Mm ... paw-paw ... until he slipped out of the chair. To his knees. Muzzle raised, huffing, and ... slick-slick ... kneading his balls now (with the free paw). Fur matted with sweat. So flushed, so hot ... his paw-pads and ears all clammy from the body heat ... ears, normally tall and waggling, drooping over from the pleasure ...
... but the star of the act ... was his penis!
And, wow, did this jelly stuff really work! It felt better than the old stuff he'd been using ...
... "ohh ... uh. Uhh!"
Welly was gonna get a huge hug tomorrow!
Gasp, gasp ... so close! Closer, and almost ... almost ... and ...
... the door clunking open, and someone stepping in, and ... the door clunking shut, and ...
Lipton FROZE, eyes snapping to the closed entrance. His ears BURNED with pure embarrassment. "A-a-advent," he stammered. Holding his breath. He swallowed hard. His paw still wrapped around his penis ... so close ... twitch. No, no, no, no, please no ... " ... I ... I ... uh, uhhh ... uhhnn!" he groaned, forced to lean forward from the force of the orgasm. On all fours, mewling in pure bliss. Penis spurting jets of salty rabbit semen into the grass. Spurt ... " ... uhh." He huffed, eyes squeezed shut. Oh, it felt SO good ... he mewed. Hating himself for enjoying it. This was the most embarrassing moment of his entire life! "Ohh, ohyy ... "
Oh, sure ALL furs pawed, and ALL furs yiffed ... several times a day! And, often, they got caught, but ... to get caught by HER. Like THIS! Was ... he felt stabs of shame, and ... after a few more grunts, a few more spurts, he ... sweaty, spent, he huffed, leaning back onto his knees. He ... covered his seed-dripping cock. He felt so, so hot.
She was still there.
Watching. And ... and ...
"I'm ... I'm ... I'm so, so, so ... sorry, lieutenant," Lipton stammered, in high, panicked pitches. "I ... no one ... no one ever comes in here after-hours! I didn't ... think to lock the door, and ... I had to! To p-paw, and ... and ... "
"It is ... okay," was her quiet, hypnotized response. She was audibly panting. And ... her clothing was very, very wet between her legs.
Lipton's eyes WIDENED. His heart skipped a beat. Oh, no ... she was still in heat! Oh, no, no ...
... but the jaguar ... didn't move toward him. Didn't growl. Didn't ... she simply ... panted, standing there, eyes darting. Control it, control it, control it ...
The rabbit quivered, shaking. Afraid she was going to ...
... and the thought crossed her mind. It did. She could rape him, but ... for some reason, she didn't. She held herself back. "I ... I ... ensign, I ... I am sorry for the intrusion," she stammered between huffs of air. "I'm ... " She purred. Stepping toward him. Pounce him! He's PREY ... he's YOURS ... he smells of yiff! Smell that?! She coiled to pounce, to claw his body, and ... held back! No, no, no! She stopped, shook her head. Eyes closed. As if several forces were vying for control of her mind.
Lipton cowered near his empty chair, eyes watering.
The jaguar paused, thinking ... and swallowed again, gritting her teeth. "I ... I am sorry," she repeated, and ... slipping a paw into her pants, she sighed. Sighed! "Oh ... ohh ... " A full minute ... until her knees buckled, and she ... purred. "Hmm! Mm!" Her pants got wetter ... until he hissed, sinking to her knees. Another minute, and ... " ... mm! Mm," she grunted, teeth gritting. Her pelt twitching. She was in orgasm ... fully clothed, but ... in orgasm.
... and the rabbit watched ... unblinking. From several feet away.
Until she huffed, sighing heavily. "Oh, I ... I ... " The jaguar swallowed, licking her teeth. "Clitoral AND vaginal stimulation," she moaned airily. Bragging about how she'd just achieved orgasm. "You do not know what you are missing ... "
"I ... I'll, uh ... stick with just having a penis ... th-thank you," was his shy, stammering retort.
She tilted her head. And huffed. "Very well. But why have ONE source of pleasure ... when you can have TWO?"
"I didn't exactly have a choice," the rabbit said quietly, bashfully. "But God made me ... as male. And I LIKE it. I wouldn't trade it for anything ... "
Another nod. "A rational view," she relented. A pause. She cleared her throat. "I believe," she managed, "we are even."
"E-even?" he stammered, still bare. Knees to chest (so she couldn't see his rabbit-hood).
"I accidentally walked in ... and saw YOU," she said, "pawing. And, now," she added, tilting her head, giving a slight nod, "you have 'accidentally' seen me pawing. We are both embarrassed. We are both even."
The rabbit blinked. "What?" Confused ...
She hesitated. "We are EVEN," she stressed, frowning. "I walked in on you, and I let you see me as compensation. Does that not ... make you feel less singled out? Less ... embarrassed?" She looked him over. "Does that not alleviate your shame?"
"Yeah ... uh ... yeah, I guess, I just ... I'm kind of in SHOCK," he stuttered. No WAY this was happening ... this was SO bizarre.
"Understandable." The jaguar breathed, and then ... stood. She could go SEVERAL more times. She was in heat. She was nowhere NEAR sated, and ... truth be told, the longer she was in this room, next to this rabbit, the ... harder it was getting to control her instincts.
Control your instincts? Why are you CONTROLLING your instincts, she asked herself. And ... confused ... she did not know. Used to, she would've acted. Acted. Quickly. Prey ... but ... she found a small part of her didn't wish to hurt this rabbit.
Her thoughts flashed to Herkimer. To the platypus, too ... and ... her nose kept sniffing the air, and ... soon, purring, and ... growling. She pounced. DAMN civility, damn ... damn ... dammit!
Lipton squealed and writhed, pinned to the grass. On his back. "No ... please," he whimpered, trying to get away.
But she was stronger. And kept him pinned. And looked down at him, wriggling, begging, and ... it gave her SUCH a sense of power! Of control! Of ... pleasure. And she leaned down, and ... stopped. Again! Stopped.
Lipton's heart hammered out of control. He whimpered, eyes squeezed shut.
He was so pitiful ... so fragile ... too easy to break. Too ...
... merciful. You're being TOO merciful, Advent told herself. As she pulled back. Again. Make up your damn mind! Either rape him or don't! Be a predator about it! Stop acting like prey ...
Lipton felt the pressure on his body decrease.
The jaguar sat up. Smelling of heat. Of yiff.
As did he.
"I ... I best leave," was her whisper, "before I do something YOU'LL regret." She didn't say 'she' would regret it ... only that he would. She wanted to do it. But damn prey. He would tell the Captain, and she would get in trouble, and ... wasn't worth it ... " ... you ... you are not worth it," she stammered. Aware she was hurting him with her words. Aware she was scaring him.
And, for some reason ... it pained her. She wanted herself to stop.
But she couldn't. Her out-of-control predatory instincts were too strong, and ... she got up. "We are EVEN," she declared, "rabbit. I saw YOU paw. You saw ME paw. We are even." She sounded defensive.
Lipton's whiskers twitched.
"Understood, ensign? You are to tell this to NO fur. No," she whispered dangerously, "fur. We are even." Suddenly, she feared he would tell. What if she told Herkimer? What if ... what ... why hadn't she left upon spotting him? Damn yiff-drive ...
"Yes ... y-yes, ma'am," he stammered. "Understood," he whispered. So confused. Did this REALLY just happen? Or had his orgasm been so good that ... he'd been sent into delirium?
"Next time you paw outside your quarters, I suggest you lock the door. My control is NOT a thing to be tested. You are ... lucky," she said, growling lightly, "that I am in a charitable mood."
The cinnamon-furred rabbit, wide-eyed, simply nodded. Wow ... she was insane. And as the jaguar, pants wet, breasts heaving, stalked angrily to the door, Lipton called, in a shy, airy voice, "What ... what did you come in here for, anyway?"
She paused. Her back to him. Hesitating. "Aloe."
"Aloe?" A blink. The rabbit's eyes darted. "You've been ... cutting from my aloe plants! That was you? I didn't know ... it was driving me crazy! You should've told me."
"I need the aloe to assist," she hissed angrily, "in ... " Her voice went quieter. " ... in pawing. It is soothing. I ... I am a predator," she said stubbornly. "I do not ASK. I take ... "
"Are ... are you gonna take some aloe ... n-now?"
She spun. Narrowed her eyes. And ... nodded quietly. "Give me some," was her demand.
"Just ... just ... stay there. D-don't look at me," he asked. He was still bare.
"I will look all I like," was her silky response. Obviously, she ... liked his body. And ... whatever her crazy, schizophrenic agenda was ... she was gonna toy with him in her myriad ways.
Lipton flushed hard, and ... disappeared into the plants and foliage. Returning a minute later with a few aloe strands. "Here," he whispered. "I don't ... I don't know why you didn't just, uh, get some from Welly."
"I wanted the real thing," she said plainly. Eyes locking with the rabbit's.
"Oh," he whispered, throat dry.
And, without saying goodbye, she snatched the aloe strands, and spun, and stalked away. Leaving Lipton to collapse to the grass ... and stare at the ceiling. "What," he whispered, "in the world ... "