Spa Day
I wrote this one after a particularly shitty day... My stories rarely involve me, but this one does!
Alice walked up to the desk and practically fell over it. The bags under her eyes had gone from purses to full on duffels from endless hours spent struggling to meet quotas in her single-pilot cargo ship. She wearily looked up at the nurse behind it, and opened her mouth
Before she could speak, however, the woman gently rubbed the space between her ears, eliciting a rolling purr. "Don't worry, kitten," the nurse soothed. "We'll get you all fixed up. Lightning!" she called over her shoulder.
A titan of a stallion appeared from behind a curtain separating the lobby from the back room. The beast of a man wore only a pair of scrub pants save for the latex gloves protecting his hands and the medical mask stretched over his muzzle. He wordlessly surveyed the sleepy snow leopard lying on the counter, then scooped her up in his thick arms.
"Give her the full package, honey," the nurse said with a wink. "We'll tell the boss it was just a facial; she looks like she couldn't afford any more."
Lightning nodded curtly, then carried his patient like a princess into the back room and laid her on a padded table. He stamped his hoof thrice, and the lights dimmed. The once-white walls showed scenes of lazy rivers rolling over smooth rounded rocks. Birds cheerily chirped, adding a second voice to the simple melody of a world that didn't exist for light years around.
Alice's eyes slowly fluttered shut, trusting the hulking equine to take good care of her. She heard the sound of rubber gloves rolling down and off, then something that sounded vaguely fartlike. She barely suppressed a giggle.
Her eyes flew open as she felt hands on her throat. She was frightened for a moment, but those steady brown orbs stared back at her so comfortingly... his fingers massaged her jaw and the back of her head as his thumbs caressed her neck.
Another voice joined the orchestra, the purring of a love-starved kitten as dominant hands unzipped her pilot's jumpsuit. Slathered with a lotion that made her flesh tingle, they roamed up and down her sides, over her breasts and up to her throat again. They weren't the hands of some horny male, but the hands of an affectionate master, stroking their pet just to hear her purr.
Without thinking she allowed herself to be rolled over. Like the skin of a banana Lightning peeled her flight suit off her arms and back, then with a firmer fist began to knead her back, like a baker working the yeast through a loaf of stubborn dough. He never lingered to long in any one place, treating every lithe fiber with the same careful scrutiny.
Her tail lashed ecstatically, brushing over his broad chest and hips, attempting to pay her masseuse back in some small way.
He stepped back, allowing her to shrug out of her clothing all the way, leaving her in a pair of synthetic cotton panties. Then, he lowered the bottom portion of the table and stepped between her legs. He lifted them up to her chests and massaged her thighs and calves as he sensually ground against her groin.
Her heart began to race, faster and faster as her breaths shortened. Her claws dug into his hips as she pulled him closer. Her back arched and her pelvis rocked and she bit her lip... then all at once her body tensed and her eyes flew open. Her tongue fell from her mouth as waves of pleasure cascaded over her body. Finally she went limp, like a lifeless piece of overboiled linguini, lying lazily back and waiting for the next course.
As the stallion stepped back again, she noticed that the cream drying in her fur left it matted and hard, like hair gel would. She experimentally licked her shoulder, and as Lightning lifted her again she realized that the tingly lubricant was in fact a thick cream, most likely produced by the stallion's impressive bulge.
He carried her into an adjunct room, this one's walls colored like a midnight sky. Crickets chirped and a light breeze ruffled the leaves of trees all around. She shivered a bit, feeling exposed to the suddenly cold air.
She allowed him to press a small pill past her lips, and dutifully swallowed.
He stroked her hair away from her eyes, then got to his knees. Alice noticed a bubbling sound, then, and looked down to see a vat of steaming white cream. As she drew nearer she gulped nervously... did she really want to be submerged in cum?
However, as the baby batter consumed her paws her doubts fell away. The meniscus crept up her ankles, calves, and thighs, soaking her legs, then her hips and belly. Lightning lowered her all the way into it, up to her neck in a hot tub of cum.
She let out a heavy sigh as she spread her fingers and toes, and with it the stresses of her long days fled her mind. She dipped her muzzle into the white pool and allowed the spunk to coat her lips, tongue and throat in that creamy mixture.
She dozed off at some point, and woke to find her steamy marinade draining through the floor. When it was gone she was shivering and wet, but only for a moment; clean water began to trickle in like a waterfall from the tub's edges, pouring over her body and rinsing her sticky fur.
She nearly cried out in surprise as the horse climbed in beside her. Instead, she giggled, and he lifted her up onto his naked lap. With a gentle tug he lowered her crusty panties, and with their removal a white trickle drooled from both her ultra-relaxed orificies.
For a while he only combed his fingers through her fur, clouding the bath water as he preened and cleaned. Then he gently took hold of her hips and lifted her up. Twin flares pressed at her holes, one fat and the other thinner. The sticky cum made an excellent lube as she was lowered down twelve inches of mind-breaking bones.
Rather than thrusting, he continued to wash her fur. Somewhat frustrated by this, Alice was about to start bouncing when they began to vibrate.
Her brain began to trickle from her ears in a slow, metaphorical trickle. Any cares that remained in her mind were far away, backed into distant corners by an overinflated balloon of pleasure, threatening to burst and send her into madness.
She felt warmth in her intestines and womb, and as she looked down she watched her flesh expanding ever so slightly with each passing second.
When she looked three months pregnant (and had had enough orgasms for that amount of time), Lightning lifted her once more. He carried her back to the table and gently laid her down, then went over to where he kept his lotion. He took a few squirts of a few different snents, and rubbed the samples onto different points on his forearm. He held them before her nose one at a time, allowing her to choose the lavender scent, which he then rubbed all over her putty-like form.
When her fur was nice and fluffy and her muscles were reawakened by his touch, he gently helped her to her feet. He fetched a violet kimono from an unseen closet and quickly hid her indecency, then lead her back to the lobby.
"I hope you enjoyed, Ms. Cheshire!" the nurse chirped as she handed Alice a bag full of her cleaned clothes. "Oh uh..." She turned to her assistant and lowered her voice, but not quite enough to evade the snep's ears. "You gave her the contraceptive pill, right?"
The horse nodded, and produced a handful of small white ovals from his pocket.
She lifted one up. "You idiot this is codeine! At least tell me you used the synthetic lubricant!"
The stallion shrugged.
"Gods damn it I'm having you reprogrammed first chance I get you useless android!" She sighed, then turned back to the dopey cat. "If you experience any symptoms in the next few weeks including nausea--" she glared at her assistant "--or chronic fatigue, do let us know! Otherwise, have a nice day!"
As the leopard walked away, tail swishing and bag swinging, she was barely aware of the seed trickling conspicuously down her inner thigh.