The Wrong Plumbing
#2 of Pre 2016 Akira Commissions
What happens to a wolvpanther when tinkering with the plumbing while she's showering fixes more than just the water? The sexy female assassin suddenly has some equipment that she's not ready to handle.
Commission for Eviscerator (First Commission ever written!)
Photo courtesy of nazuu-m0nster nazuu-m0nster
The shower usually was not a place full of events that could be considered life altering. Wash the blood out of her fur, make sure she was neat and orderly... occasionally relieve a little of the stress and tension that her everyday work certainly caused throughout her body. Her body arched, breasts thrusting forward and catching the water against their ample mounds as the last of the soap slide down her curved frame. A small smile caught at the corner of her lips, and her violet eyes slid shut.
Her hands slowly slid down her frame, tracing the curve of her waist that sloped inward, cinched perfectly around her center, only to curve back out with her ample hips... down along her pelvis to--
Her eyes shot open, and a low utterance escaped the lips of the wolvpanther, "What the fuck is this?!"
Perhaps asking the question of what it was wasn't exactly the right thing to do-though she was ruthless and a bit of a loner, Akira had been acquainted with the opposite sex well enough to know what a penis was-though... she did have to say that she had never seen anything quite so... large. Her eyes narrowed, water catching in her lashes as she glared down at the appendage that had somehow managed to attach itself to her pelvis. "The fuck..." She muttered again, one skillful finger gingerly moving down to prod at the soft member that lay slick with water against her frame.
A small yip escaped her throat at it twitched-her prior fondling and this new attention that she was giving to her un-asked-for member seemed to be waking it up. "Oh, no... wait a minute. I didn't tell you to do that!"
Was this what men always got yelled at for? Thinking with the wrong head? Because suddenly she was quite aware of how nice it felt to have the hot water trickling through her fur and gliding along her (ever more and more present) well... damn it-it was awkward to even think the word.
Penis.
No -- member? That was just as bad. Appendage...? No, that made it sound like an arm.
"Growth. You're a growth!" She growled the words out softly, completely unaware of the fact that slender fingers had wrapped around aforementioned growth and gave it a gentle squeeze, causing its length and girth to make itself even more apparent. Her jaw actually dropped, and some of the hot water trickled into her mouth-once more her newfound member jumped in what seemed to be excitement-and then... something from earlier, a memory was sprouting in her mind. Little Kraig, who she had been so careful and oddly protective over... Spouting off something about, "Pipes all broken. Kraig fix." And waving around a wrench and crowbar like he knew what he was doing...
... Kraig fix?
Her eyes darted from the shower head that was beating down like a warm summers rain... to her enlarged member that was now curving up against her slender stomach. "Oh, fuck!" Obscenity finished, she practically threw herself out of the shower and snatched up a towel, drying herself off as quickly as she possibly could.
"It'll go away now... it has to..." Nude, still a little wet from the shower, Akira stalked back and forth, waiting... waiting-giving a little prod (and damn it all if that thing didn't just twitch back at her!) and then a small little whine when she realized that her little problem wasn't just going to go away with time. Glancing down again, she sighed...
Little really was not the way to describe it.
And for just a moment, a small little smirk passed her face, followed by a laugh. She always knew that she had bigger balls than half the men she had met. All of this aggression had to mean something, eh? Her hand moved down once more and another little prod was given -- this one more of a little caress. At least if she had to be packing... she was packing well.
Feeling a little... cocky... at that moment, Akira grabbed her clothing from the sink... and then realized that she had just run into another problem.
Tight, body-fitting leather.
How in the hell was she supposed to still fit into that?!
She groaned, frowning now. The tight fitted top still slid over her ample breasts, covering them perfectly-from her vantage point, there wasn't even anything wrong below... The four-inch heel leather boots that slid up her calf and to her knee also fit like a charm -- strong thighs, perfect curves... and then came those damnable leather shorts that she'd taken to wearing as of late. Her brows furrowed and a little whine -- something unheard of -- escaped her. Her teeth clenched, her eyes narrowed -- she wasn't going to allow clothing to defeat her. Giving herself a nod in the mirror (and taking a few moments to pause and admire herself, twisting this way and that and watching as the formally hard member slowly softened again at the lack of attention) she stepped into the shorts and began to pull upward.
They slid up her calves perfectly.
They slid up along her strong thighs without a hitch...
They slid over her groin... and violet eyes widened as pain rocked through her body. "Oh... shit. Fuck-ow!"
Why in the HELL has she tried to zip them up so quickly!?
To an obvious extent, triumph was not hers. She actually found herself falling back against the wall, her hands clutching her newfound balls and shaft as though something precious had nearly been stolen from her. "Oh... God... I... ow."
She officially felt guilty for all of the men in the world who had been given a sharp kick to the crotch from her when she was in need of a quick way out of a bad situation. The strong assassin, lean muscled and curvaceous though she was, had actually found a foe that could quite literally knock her backward and take her to her knees.
She didn't know if she sat there for a few moments for a few hours, hands still clutching her cock gently... it was only after a long while that she realized that the gentle massage that she had been giving in an attempt to coax herself into standing up was suddenly feeling much better than it had previously... and the smaller package that she had been holding before was suddenly growing in her hand -- quite rapidly at that.
"Whoa, wait... no no no no no!"
She stood up quickly, tucking herself into her shorts the best she could. She dashed out of the bathroom as quickly as possible and snatched her cloak, pulling it tight around her. Looking down, she knew that there was still a rather noticeable bulge... but at least it wasn't just hanging out there.
In the distance, she could hear the sound of tinkering, and little Kraig hard at work. She growled and closed her eyes, inhaling slowly. "Kraig! Get in here!" Her voice rang out, louder than it had ever been before and she shifted her hands to hide herself as best she could, "I think you fixed the wrong fucking plumbing!"