Grtiger's Story
This story was written by an EVE buddy of mine: Grtiger. He wrote it during a mining op one sunday, and i decided to take it all down. I gave him a copy, and he reviewed and revised it, then handed it to me, so i edited it because he uses almost no punctuation. Then, with his permission, i posted it on SoFurry. Enjoy :D
James was standing in The Borderland Club, on the look out for a date. It wasn't that odd that he had chosen the Borderland, it was one of the few clubs that allowed both species inside at the same time. In fact, The Borderland was quite a well known spot, where humans could hook up with furries. James was about to give up for the night, having not seen anyone to his taste, when he saw her across the room. It was her fur that got his attention; it was bright red, almost glowing in the low lighting. Around the edge of the dance floor, she was a vixen in every sense of the word. Half and half, she had to be tall slim short haired and so red. Her face was too flat to be pure furry, and her tail wasn't that of a normal vixen. It was smooth, more like a cats, and she was perfect. James just watched her from across the club, she had on a short black leather skirt and a fitting forest green t-shirt. Slipping off his bar stool, James stood and made his way over, moving though the crowd until he was standing besides her. Now he was worried, the next moment would be interesting. It could go two ways: with a yes, or a slap around the face.
"Hi."
"Hi, handsome."
"Want to dance?" James braced himself for the slap but it didn't arrive
"Sure, why not."
James couldn't believe his luck, it was never this simple or easy to dance with a women this gorgeous. 'What the hell,' he decided, 'I might has well go with the flow.' As they made their way to the dance floor, James became aware that everyone was watching them. They began to dance; she pushed herself up tight against James and swayed to the beat. Happy with her forwardness, James wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Her fur was so soft under his fingers; he was almost in heaven right there on the floor.
"What's your name, stranger?" she purred into his ear sending chills down his back.
"James, and yours?"
"James, I like the name James, mines Angelina."
"A very gorgeous name for a beautiful woman."
Twenty minutes later, still swaying to the beat, Angelina leant her head onto James' shoulder.
"Are you having a good time?" James whispered.
"I am but..."
"But?"
'Here it comes, the point where I go home alone,' thought James.
"I want to take you home, but you will have to trust me no matter what I say or ask."
James thought about it for a few moments. He could see a spark in her eyes saying that it would be fun, and then decided, 'what the hell it couldn't be too bad could it?'
"Ok then, lead the way," James agreed.
"Good, I'm going to take you on the ride of your life," Angelina purred while leading James from the floor towards the front doors. Leaving the club, they walked down the street for a few moments before arriving at a sports car. Spinning around, pulling James close, she kissed him hard on the lips. It was a shock, and it took a moment for him to respond. It was the best kiss he'd ever had, and just as he was getting into it she pulled away. Smiling, she pushed something into his hand.
"Put that on when you're in the car."
James slipped into the low car, and looked down. It was a blind fold. Thinking about what had been said in the club; James did up his seat belt and pulled it over his eyes, settling back into the seat for the ride. He heard the other door open and shut, then the engine started. It flooded the car with warmth, as they suddenly pulled away. About twenty minutes later, with nothing but the car's engine for company, James felt the car stop and the sound of the driver's door opening and closing. James held his breath as his door was opened. He felt Angelina's breasts pushed against him as she leant over, undoing his seat belt. The smell of her skin against his nose was intoxicating, he gripped his hands on her soft ones, and she led him from the car. He could tell they were already inside, and from the length of the walk they were taking, it was an under ground parking lot. Their foot steps echoed loudly in the empty space. They came to a stop, a beeping and the whoosh of a security door being opened. James took a deep breath as he was led forward, it smelt like a forest but that was not to much of a surprise. He was lead up several fights of stairs dearly wishing he could take off his blind fold. James realized they had stopped again, and was about to ask if he could remove his blind fold when he was pulled sharply forwards. He heard a door slam just before being pushed backwards hard into the door that had just shut. Angelina slammed into him, kissing him full on again, her hands running up and down his sides, slipping inside his t-shirt, and across his chest. It was quickly torn off him and James swore he heard it rip, not that he cared at that moment in time. James ran his hands up her back slipping them under her top, wishing more than ever he could see what he was doing. Her tail wrapped itself around and ran up and down James, making him shiver in pleasure. The kiss broke and James was once again pulled forwards before he was again stopped and turned around.
"Do you still trust me?" purred Angelina's voice in his ear.
"Yes." James whimpered. He was so aroused it was getting painful.
Angelina quickly stripped James of all his clothes, except for his boxers. James was very happy that he had put on plain black ones, then without warning she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him over. James expected pain, only to find himself landing on what he thought was most likely a bed although it was very soft. He felt Angelina climb on next to him running her tongue against his neck, she purred again within moments. James found himself spread eagle on the bed and tied down now, he was starting to panic. His blind fold was pulled off, and before his eyes could adjust to see where he was Angelina had slipped from the room leaving him all alone. Several minutes later, when Angelina returned, James almost choked at the sight of her. She slowly slid her hands down her body, caressing herself. She opened the zip in her short black leather skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor exposing her forest green panties that James can clearly see are wet with arousal. James strained against the bonds holding him down, but they do not give, then she slowly lifts her top inch by inch showing off her flat belly and her belly ring before finally revealing her matching forest green bra.
The green looked amazing against her red fur, and it was the smallest bra he had ever seen. It was a miracle it could hold all of her in. Panting and desperate, James pulled at his bonds again and still they don't give. Turning her back to him, she undoes the bra letting it fall to the floor. He grunts and strains trying to break his bonds, but they won't give. She slowly bends over and lifts her perfect ass into the air, he can see she's getting wet and he can feel him self getting harder. It's almost painful as she rubs her own long silky legs slowly teasing him.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Yes, god yes."
"Would you like to touch me, James?"
"Yes, I'll do any thing you want but yes."
Standing slowly, she turns again to face him, for the first time in his life James can not think of a single thing. She walks toward the bed rubbing her breasts against his chest, as she slowly licks his neck running her tongue all the way down. Her long delicate tongue slowly traces the edge of James' boxers; once again he bucks against the ties holding him down. He's almost out of his mind with want, need, lust, call it what you want. He was crying out for release, once again she stands and walks to the bottom of the bed. He's panting with the effort of trying to get free, she licks her lips as she smiles down at him before she grasps the edge of his boxers and rips them clean from his overheated body. Slowly, she lets her long tongue slide over his balls. He whimpers at her touch, soon her long tongue wraps itself around his thick long shaft and runs from base to very tip before running back down. Half out of his mind, he pleads with this beautiful vixen to let him go, he promises not to leave but she just smiles and shakes her head. Her thumbs slip into the waist of her dripping wet panties as she slowly walks out of the room. As she passes though the door, her panties hit the floor. After a few minutes of being alone, the door swings open and in walks his vixen carrying a bowl. She is naked, and her scent fills the room. James can see she's still wet as it coats her fur, slowly seeping down her inner thighs. James swallows as she walks slowly to the bed, her long tail flicking out behind her. She puts the bowl down on the edge of the bed, and James gets his first look inside. "Ice cubes, oh god ice cubes," his mind races, "what's she going to do with those." Lifting one up with her delicate fingers, she runs it around his chest, hardening his nipples. His breathing becomes ragged as she starts to run the ice cube in a figure eight around James' chest, her tongue quick to follow, creating an interesting feeling. She stands once again and removes another ice cube from the bowl. This one she uses to tease her own nipples, making them hard peaks standing high. She leans over James allowing him to lick her breast, running his tongue around the nipple. She purrs happily to his gentle biting, and begins growling with excitement. She throws her leg over James' hips, sitting down. His hardness pushes against her back; her tail runs up and down his legs, caressing his balls as it reaches the top. Leaning forward, she kisses him with a passion, while her hand reaches between her legs and takes hold of his dick. Sitting back up she holds herself above him grabbing an ice cube, she runs it down James' length, making him shiver, before pushing it inside herself. Holding his dick, she push's his tip between her wet folds. James thought he was going to pass out, it felt so amazing, and Angelina felt as if she were in heaven as his length stretched her wide open. Pushing against all the right spots she slowly lowered herself down onto him, allowing him to fill her completely, pushing the ice deeper and deeper inside of her body. Finally, when she thought she could take no more, she found herself full impaled upon James. James' eyes rolled back in his head at the twin feelings of hot and cold enveloping him, her soft thighs rubbing against his hips, her tight walls gripping him, and the ice slowly melting against his tip so deeply buried inside her. Angelina, the red haired vixen, was purring loudly as she began to rock back and forth, her tail still wrapping its self around James' balls squeezing them gently. James' hips began to buck in time with her rocking; her purrs getting louder and starting to deepen into grunts. James began to pant with the effort of staying in control; he knew he couldn't last much longer. Her tail flicked across his legs again, before whipping around like an arrow. It pushed itself deep into James' ass. James cried out at the feeling, as her tail went deeper into him. Then it pushed down hard on his colon, and his dick became harder than ever before as his mind became a haze. He reached the highest of highs, and screamed loudly as he exploded harder and with more cum than ever before. Angelina screamed out loudly as she felt James's release bury itself inside her, flooding every part of her body. Slowly, they both began to come down from their highs. Angelina, with a flick of her nails, cut the bonds holding James's wrists, and then with her adrenaline spent she started to shake, before falling forwards onto James's chest. She purrs happily as James wraps his arms around her, holding her tight as she drifts off into a peaceful sleep, warm and happy with James still throbbing inside her.