The Expedition
Story by The Hopeless Heathen on SoFurry
A human x furry erotic story about a human explorer and his snow leopard guide.
I felt like my previous series was going off the rails a bit, so wanted to try a different story. Depending on how this is received, I may or may not make a part 2. Feel free to comment any suggestions or concerns below.
“How much further, Nialla?"
“A few miles more, Mr. Williams. Why do you ask, are you growing tired?"
“No, just… curious." My lungs burned as I huffed in the chill mountain air and my legs numbly shuffled through the snow. The ground shifted slightly under my weight, threatening to send me tumbling down the rock studded slope. My round-frame glasses fogged up with my breath, forcing me to periodically rub them clean. The straps on my backpack dug into my shoulders, padded only slightly by the heavy coat I wore and accentuated by hours of chafing. My photography and cartography equipment clanked around inside, making me wonder how much of it I would actually need.
I looked toward my traveling companion, who was having no such problems. She walked through the snow like a spirit, completely unhindered by the harsh weather and treacherous footing. At six foot two, the bipedal snow leopard stood a few inches over me, a fact that I was glad she never teased me about. She shouldered the bulk of our gear like it was nothing, hauling both our tents and her few scant possessions. While I was overheating under three layers of clothing, she got away with a light hide tunic, her fluffy fur easily keeping her warm. Every so often she would stop, beckoning me onward and occasionally walking back to aid me over a particularly troublesome obstacle. Sometimes I thought she pitied me, but she never made it blatantly obvious. Her yellow eyes and rich voice were almost devoid of emotion, except for when she thought I wasn't looking.
“So what are your plans for when we reach the village?"
Her question snapped me out of my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. I had to shout over the wailing winds as the frost prickled against my skin. “I, ah, was planning on taking some photographs of the village itself, then maybe interview a few residents if you'd be willing to act as a translator. What I really want is to get at the chief, I have all sorts of questions I want to ask him…" I was traveling to Nialla's home village to get a sense of what life was like in the more traditional snow leopard tribes, and in the process gain quite a bit of academic reputation with the university. No humans had ever seen a full on village, and the furthest any had dared to venture were to the eccentric outer clans. However, none of them had a native guide.
I had met her a few months back during some archeological studies, where we had been unearthing some ancient places of worship. Nialla has been my guide on that expedition as well, and from there we developed quite the platonic friendship. She'd been invaluable in guiding me around the frigid mountains and barren tundras, and without her I most certainly would have perished. And without me, she'd likely still be hunting with her tribe in her unforgiving homelands.
The mountain path began to narrow, and the snow seemed to be only lightly dusted over slippery ice. Even with spiked boots I had difficulty maintaining purchase, and Nialla moved back to help keep me steady. “You know, if you asked for an audience you'd probably get one. We aren't nearly as hostile toward outsiders as some of the other tribes, and you always seem to have a knack for being accepted." It was true, I did seem to have an affinity for the beast tribes. Where others stumbled and stuttered, I immediately fit right in, and occasionally I'd been treated almost like their own kin. It would be quite the advantage, if not for the…attractions…that came with it.
It was almost a lusting that my higher mind tried to suppress, a thirst that no civilized person should have. It had started as a few minor fantasies, but as the scope of my travels broadened so too did the depravity of my urges. Sometimes I found myself daydreaming of Nialla, of bringing her home to my flat and showing her the comforts of civilization, then perhaps turning her primal heritage toward more hedonistic purposes. I felt her paw grasp my hand, leading me across a narrow ridge. How open would she be to something like that? I'd heard a few tales of young, promiscuous hunters among the tribes, but she could just as easily be as prudish as a university professor. But maybe if we were alone, maybe then-
CRACK!
All of a sudden the shelf I was standing on splintered, collapsing down the mountainside. I wasn't fast enough to jump out of the way, and I would have followed the ice and rock if a big paw hadn't grabbed me by the scruff of my jacket. I looked up to see Nialla hanging on with tooth and nail, the claws of her free paw dug into the icy wall. “Hold on, Mr. Williams! We just need to-"
CRACK!
Both of us let out blood-curdling screams as we fell, and I heard a soft thud as we landed in the snow. Before I could orient myself I was rolling through frozen flakes, unable to find purchase or even see where I was going. Something tore my pack away from me, ripping one of the straps free and pulling it off my other arm. My brain had just registered the loss of hundreds of dollars in camera equipment when something cold and sharp tore through my back. A burning, biting pain erupted in a horizontal line across my spine, blotting out everything else. The cold and snow sent shivers through me as they reached my exposed flesh, slightly numbing the pain but doing nothing to staunch the warmth leaking out. Then I was sailing through the air, my body still spinning from the roll down the mountain, my gaping wound stinging from the moving air. I had just realized I had been falling for quite a bit when my skull slammed into something rock hard, yanking me from the conscious world.
When I came to, everything was… hazy. The cold wind was a dull sting, and the warm liquid pooling under me was little more than a curiosity. I only barely recognized the cold stone I was lying on, and the fire beside me was naught but a tiny comfort. A grey leopard was bending over me. She was saying something… my name? She was shaking me too. Rude. After I couldn't bring myself to speak, she stuck her soft paws under my side and rolled me over, causing pain to radiate out from my lower back. I tried moving, but my limbs seemed to be beyond my control. Once I was safely flipped over, I got a good view of the white wastes outside wherever I was. A trail of red stuff led from the snow into the cavern, leading from a particularly smooth rock all the way to where I was laying. I wondered if it had anything to do with what the leopard was saying. I didn't think it was English, but she sounded pretty worried. While all this swirled in the back of my mind, the darkness closed in, and I swiftly departed from the waking world.
When I returned, my first thoughts were that it was a bit warmer than before, I was lying on my back, and something was squelching in the background. I felt that the cold stone was replaced by soft fur, right before realizing that there was nothing between my skin and this new ground. As I looked down I saw my shoulders and chest were completely bare, and from the light breeze ticking the rest of me I came to the conclusion that I was totally naked.
I also realized the leopard was back, producing the squelching with a bowl and a tiny crusher thing. After a few last strokes she dipped two digits into it, then began spreading a beet-red mashed slurry across my skin. She was chanting something too, a few short, repeated sentences in some weird language. She began tracing out swirling patterns across my leg, placing what seemed to be characters of some kind on my thigh. Then she did the same to the other leg, maintaining the soothing chant as she did so. She moved to my arms, then once those were done she began to work on my chest. The warm slurry curled around the sides of my torso, seeming to leave a large bare spot from my sternum to my belly. On this spot she drew out more characters, runes that spelled out some hymn or prayer. After most of my body was covered, she paused for a moment, and her chanting became inflected with conflict. What was she so worried about? Was she doing something wrong?
I got my answer when she reached down to my crotch, her paw drenched in the red mush. She began near the base of my member, drawing out symbols of some kind in a ring around it. I thought that was all she was worried about, but then her paw went straight to the tip of my cock. She smeared the whole thing, shaft and head, with the red paste. The soft pads on her palm and digits felt a bit tougher than a human hand, and the light pinpricks of her claws made me worried, but the motion was erotic enough to get me slightly hard. A corner of my clouded mind exclaimed that this was disgusting, but a more prominent portion was simply giddy that someone else was touching me down there. After a few strokes she stopped, and I was almost disappointed until she swung herself on top of me. Her furry hips straddled my own, and it was only then that I realized she too was naked.
Her tunic was gone, showing off her slender physique and ample breasts. Part of me hated to admit it, but she looked absolutely ravishing. As my penis extended even further, I found it brushing up against some series of lumps. Her discomfort seemed to worsen the harder I got, and my mind eventually pieced together that I was brushing against her vulva.
She quickly smeared a rune on her own chest before setting her bowl aside, then raised her arms as her repetitive chanting changed to some kind of prayer. Suddenly the burning sensation intensified, like the flesh was being yanked back together. The sharpened pain brought my mind back into focus, and though I was still paralyzed my brain had regained full function. My knowledge of the snow leopard language returned to me, and I began to recognize the words of her prayer. “...and grant him new life that we may be together longer, that we may breed and copulate, that we might give strength to the next generation. Oh great Su-tagaal, lord of lovers, father of all life, grant him new flesh so that our thread may wind on." As her prayer came to a close, the pain escalated to the point where I would have screamed had I been able. Burning agony scorched my nerves, and the last thing I remember before passing out was her leaning down and pressing her head to mine.
The third time I awoke, the pain in my back was completely gone, replaced by a pleasant feeling like summer sunlight on bare skin. My concussion also seemed to be a thing of the past, and as I raised my arms to stretch I realized I had full control of my body once again. I still had red paste traced all over me, and my clothes were still gone, but while I was unconscious someone had pulled a blanket over my lower body. I sat up and inspected my surroundings, finding myself in some sort of sheltered cave. There was a fire crackling on the stone floor, and beside it I saw a figure curled into a ball. It looked to be Nialla, and as I called out to her she seemed to brighten with happiness.
“Percy! You're alive! The ritual actually worked!" She rushed over and pulled me into a warm embrace. Her soft fur pressed against my naked torso, but the whole shock of the situation prevented me from reciprocating. I slowly felt the joy drain from her, and as she pulled away I saw her expression was somewhere between sheepish and ashamed. “Mr. Williams, I'm just glad you're alive."
Questions began bubbling up in my mind. “What did you do to me? Why'd you paint all over me with this…stuff?"
“Well, you were dying, and I didn't see any other way to keep you alive, so I tried the ritual of the lover's last breath."
I tried to place that name, and eventually I realized the significance of it. “But I thought that ritual was only supposed to work with someone you love romantically?" She looked down at the ground, realizing she'd said too much. “But that would mean…wait, you…you love me?" I could feel myself growing bright red in the cheeks. How did I never notice? I'd been working with her for months and never saw a single sign.
“Yes, well…" She fidgeted with her tunic. “...I just…didn't want you to die." We both looked at each other, and I wondered what this could mean for the two of us. “I know it's not right, it's not natural, and I'm guessing you've never even dreamed of being with…someone like me, but…I just couldn't bear losing you."
Emotions swirled through my mind. The prudish part of me wanted to use this as a chance to break things off once and for all. But no, I couldn't deny that I'd felt the same way as her. I needed to take it slow, handle this delicately. If I treaded lightly, maybe I could-“I love you too." I silently cursed myself for blurting it out like that, but as her face went from guilty to amazed I couldn't help but feel good about myself.
“You…really?" Her disbelief was the only thing holding her back from me. “So does that mean you've thought about…you know…being together? In dreams?"
Flashes of memory returned from the depths of my mind, fantasies that ranged from benign to lustful. “Ah, yes, you could say that." We both stayed silent after that, and I wondered just how much her wishes differed from my own. Did she want me to join her tribe, to cast aside academia in favor of primal hunting? Or did she simply lust after a mate, someone to keep her warm and cozy in these harsh, wintery lands? Could we even live together, given the differences in our origins and lifestyles?
“Have you ever heard of the debt of pleasure?" Nialla was sitting beside me now, with a mischievous grin on her face. Her voice rung with playfulness, but I didn't know what her reasons were.
“Uh, no, not really." What was she playing at?
“We don't usually do it with outsiders, but given the circumstances…" Suddenly she yanked off the blankets than covered my legs, exposing my shame to the warm air. I caught her gazing at my limp member before turning her attention back to me, and before I could ask what she was doing she pushed me down onto my back with one paw. “It's the idea that a great service can be paid for with a sort of servitude, and given that you lost your fancy equipment, I think it's the only way you can repay me for saving your life." She moved on top of me and straddled my chest, unclasping the front of her tunic in one fluid motion. It hung open a bit, and before she shrugged it off completely she played around with her breasts. It was mesmerizing to see them squish and move, and the thought of her pressing them to my face quickly aroused me. “Now, I've always wondered what a human could do for a girl like me, and to pay your debt you'll have to do exactly what I say."
I quickly realized what she was implying. “Me? Now? But I've never…"
“Don't worry, I'll show you what to do." She shrugged her tunic all the way off, leaving me to ogle her beautiful body. Her white underbelly highlighted her breasts and crotch, as if I needed even more of a reason to stare. Then, to my surprise she spun around and kneeled over my face. Looking up I could see the warm pink of her snatch, which from the outside didn't seem too far from a human's. I could feel warmth radiating out from it as she gradually brought it down onto my mouth. The musky scent wasn't totally unpleasant, and with a bit of getting used to it could even be arousing. She stopped a few inches above me, shifting her weight around a bit in order to get comfortable.
“You see that little nub by the top of the slit?"
“Yeah." It poked out a tiny bit, looking positively beautiful.
“I want you to lick it, suckle on it, just do whatever comes to mind. That should get us started off nicely." She lowered herself even further until her pussy was touching my lips. I stuck my tongue out and felt around a bit, tasting the unique flavor of her folds. Eventually I felt what seemed to be the nub, and as soon as my tongue hit it I felt Nialla squirm on top of me. “Mmmm, there you go."
Once I got a good feel for positioning, I began experimenting in earnest. I knew she liked slow licks across her little nub, but when I lapped at the rest of her slit she still seemed content. I took my time exploring her, feeling every nook, fold, and bump. When I spread her apart with my hands and tried licking deeper into her, she let out a small humming noise as her insides flexed against my tongue. I was surprised how much strength she had down there, and could only guess what it would feel like along my member. An odd taste began creeping into my mouth, an interesting blend of flavours that I somehow knew was a sign of her arousal.
After a minute or two of licking and sucking, she began grinding her hips into my face. It started slow at first, but as her various vocalizations became more pronounced she moved faster and harder against me. Before long she was simply rubbing her pussy all over my face, and I only had to stick my tongue out as she pleasured herself. A sort of film began building up around my mouth, and my nose told me it wasn't just my saliva. She was secreting something as she got more excited, and it was most definitely the source of that strange flavour I had tasted earlier.
As I continued to pleasure her, I also noticed a certain vibration running through her body, and with a start I realized she must be purring. I didn't even know the leopards could purr, but I certainly wasn't complaining. The pleasant noise ran through her entire body, and with her soft thighs on either side of my head I felt wrapped in purring delight. However, there was something else, something in the way she moved, that suggested a sort of tension rising within her. Each soft stroke of my tongue seemed to build it up, and the more the tension grew the louder Nialla got. When I tried rubbing at her nub with one finger she actually began moaning, and the tension was getting close to her breaking point.
“Oooooh…oh gods, Percy, I think I'm getting close. Just… ahhh… keep going." What did she mean by close? What was this tension leading up to? I knew from my own brief forays into self pleasure what happened when I hit a breaking point, but would it be the same for her? I thought of asking, but her appreciative sounds were just too damn addicting for me to stop. I'd just have to see where this went, for better or for worse.
All of a sudden she seized up on top of me, pressing her furry crotch down onto my face and letting out a short wail of pleasure. I felt her thighs trembling on either side of my head, and with my tongue stuck an inch into her I could feel her squeezing hard with her snatch. The wail simmered down to a moan, but she sat on my face for a full minute trembling as she rode out whatever was happening to her. At last she pulled off of me, breathing heavily like she'd just run a mile. She maneuvered herself back onto my stomach, relaxing a bit in her post-coital glow. “Oh, that was amazing. Ahhh…"
I looked her over tentatively, pleased to have served her well but unsure of what came next. “So, did I pay off my debt?"
She let out a short chuckle. “Not even close. But, since you've been so very good to me…" She slid her hips down to mine, positioning herself just in front of my crotch. “...I think you should get to have some fun as well."
I instinctively gulped, wondering if she was doing what I thought she was doing. “So should I move, or…?"
“Just sit back against the wall, I'll do the heavy lifting." I quickly complied, squirming backwards and propping myself up. Nialla advanced on all fours, her tail raised high and flicking back and forth. She kneeled over my lap, gently placing her paws on my bare shoulders for balance as she stared into my eyes. “Don't be afraid to experiment while I'm working. I'm sure you can tell what I like and what I don't."
She took my stiff member in one paw, holding it upright as her vulva pressed against it. Her warm moist slit was incredibly inviting, beckoning me to just pull her down onto it. However, in the end patience won out, and I let her take her own pace with it. She finally pressed the first inch in, enveloping the head of my cock in her supple folds. We both let out small gasps, and I felt her pussy squeezing against me a tiny bit like a hand. Each little spot I had felt with my tongue rubbed against me, sending a tingle of pleasure riding up my spine. A combination of my own saliva and her vaginal juices made the next few inches incredibly smooth, and as she descended onto me I glided inside with ease. The bliss of having her insides wrapped around me was amazing, with the warmth and wetness accentuating the wonderful texture and friction. She was surprisingly tight, given how much bigger than me she was, and her clenching only made her tighter.
At last I was in to the hilt, the entire length of my member surrounded by her. Nothing could compare to the pure comfort of being inside her, the coziness of fitting in her cavity like a hand in a glove. My hand was nothing compared to this, even though her contractions almost felt like a fist flexing and squeezing. I looked into her warm yellow eyes and instantly saw she felt the same way, that this was how it was meant to be. However, it was also just the beginning, and as she lifted herself up again the friction made me beg for more.
Soon enough she was humping against me, and while I tried to come up with something to do for her I could hardly think. She was just too damn skilled, sliding up and down with a cat's grace, moving in just the right way to turn me on. A small part of me wondered how many guys she'd been with before me, but judging by the euphoric look on her face none of them had been nearly as good. I'd heard a few tales of feline males being rather poorly endowed when compared to humans, but I hadn't seen any evidence of it until now. My theory was further enforced by her encouragement: “Oh, damn you're big. I think you might even hit the back of me."
I finally decided on what to do with my hands, and quickly moved them into position. My left hand went to her breast, fondling and lightly squeezing the furry lump of softness. I so desperately wanted to just hug her close and bury my face in her beautiful cleavage, but I thought of something else that she would most certainly enjoy more. My right hand went down to that little nub of joy between her legs, causing her to pause for a moment and gasp as I began rubbing circles into it. After a few seconds of acclimation, she began grinding her hips into my crotch, keeping my cock deep inside her while still adding a bit of friction. The muscular action of her insides was the main course for me, squeezing down particularly hard in time with my finger strokes. A sort of pressure was rising inside me, and I knew that I'd soon shoot my seed in a burst of pleasure.
After a few minutes I felt that tension building up inside her once again, and she pulled herself close against me as her climax neared. One paw wrapped around my head, pushing my face into her chest with comforting firmness, and the other secured my torso. With my head right against her sternum I could hear her purring once again, this time even deeper and more powerful than before. This, combined with her sensual moaning and humming, provided the perfect backdrop to the feeling of my cock sliding inside her. At last she sat down hard onto my member, taking me all the way and nearly crushing me with her pussy. The incredible tightness, combined with the feeling from her still grinding into me and her encouraging moans, sent me over the edge into ecstasy. My balls began pumping their white fluid through my shaft, and as she contracted I shot a stream of hot, sticky cum into her. It was followed by another, then another, and then another, each one accompanied by a burst of bliss. I swore she was trying to milk me of every drop, her thirsty loins drinking it up and filling her womb. After a full minute of ecstatic moans, we both began cooling down, and her death grip on my cock finally loosened enough for me to pull myself free. Both our bodily fluids dripped onto the floor, forming a warm puddle under us.
Nialla crawled back to over to the bedroll, and I quickly followed. We snuggled up under the sheets, and she rolled over to face me with her bewitching yellow eyes. “Well, I think at least part of your debt is paid off. Maybe…a fourth?"
A lusty grin spread across my face as I pondered the possibilities. “If it means doing this another three times, then I'm certainly willing to pay. Who knows, maybe I could even rack up a few more debts."
“Mmmm…maybe later. For now let's just get some rest, we've got a long journey to get back on track." She curled up into me, pressing her back against my chest and warming me with her soft fur. I could get used to her being more than a friend, and I would certainly look forward to or future adventures.
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