Something's Coming
All day Kemper has had the strangest feeling that something was going to happen. Now, he finds out what that something is.
This story was written for Kemper as their Patreon flash fiction for September. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and excessive amounts of orgasmic fun. :3
Something's Coming
All day Kemper had felt like there was something caught in the back of his mind. Not something that the sabretoothed cat had forgotten, or even something that he was supposed to remember. It wasn't a sense of dread or foreboding or anything so dramatic as that, but it did seem to make him think that whatever it was, it hadn't happened yet. But, it would. And when it did, he was certain that he'd know it.
Regardless of that strange feeling of course, the feline couldn't just stay at home and wait for it to resolve itself. He had things to do. Errands to run. Thus, he found himself musing idly about what that feeling could possibly be as he strolled down the large cereal aisle of his local supermarket amidst the more important decision of whether to be a responsible adult and get hearty bran flakes, or to be true to himself and get Hyper-crispy double choco-snaps. Needless to say, he was still unsure of the feeling even as he gleefully placed the delicious chocolatey cereal into his cart.
Just as Kemper rounded the cereal aisle and found himself faced with row upon row of canned goods however, preparing to reach down into his jacket pocket and grab his list to check what he needed, he felt something. He felt an intense pressure between his legs. He felt himself growing short of breath, and stumbling, thankfully already resting a little weight upon the cart before him and thus not falling over outright. He barely managed to hold back a sharp yowl of shock as a wave of unbearably potent pleasure surged through him, his cock rising to a violent, sudden erection as fast as he had ever known it to from absolute rest. And then, only then did his brain clear.
In that moment, he knew. This was it. This was what had been on its way all day, and now... now Kemper really did wish he'd just stayed home.
"O-ohhhhgod..."
The black furred feline shuddered and gasped, claws extending and digging into the push bar of his cart as without any further warning, he began to cum. His toes curled. His tail flicked wildly from side to side. He felt his eyes rolling back and his hips thrusting uncontrollably as he felt his cock filling his boxers shorts with hot ribbons of thick, copious seed. More. And more. And way more than he was used to producing, or at least that was how it felt. He moaned under his breath, peering around nervously to ensure he hadn't been overheard, waiting, praying that it would pass soon enough as all orgasms did.
But, not this orgasm.
A wolf walked past Kemper, shooting him a curious sidelong glance for just a moment as just when he was certain the first orgasm should have ended, the feeling of unbearable pleasure seemed to start all over again with a second seamless and equally uncontrollable climax. He did everything in his power not to react as he felt yet more strands of cum lashed across the inside of his underwear, soaking through now and into the fabric of his jeans. It was impossible to entire ignore the effects of such a single potent climax though, never mind a second one in such rapid succession. By the time the third peak hit the feline, his cock pulsing, throbbing so sensitively that Kemper swore he could feel every sticky trail of cum clinging to its length as his underwear grew more and more stained and saturated, he let loose a ragged grunt of effort that turned several other eyes in his direction as he urgently turned his cart back towards the entrance. Screw shopping. Screw everything. He had to get back to his car. He had to get somewhere private, so he could either figure out what the hell was going on or at the very least wait somewhere a little less crowded and public for it to stop.
Kemper rolled his cart all the way back to the entrance, as close as he could get at least without someone thinking he was trying to wheel his purchases out of the store without paying. There was about twenty feet of open space between where he stopped, body pressed up against the rear of the cart to hide the swollen tent and the large, ever spreading wet patch on the front of his pale blue trousers. He looked around, whimpering in dismay and in pleasure of course as he saw just how many people were all around this area. There was no way he'd be able to walk at a casual pace towards that door without someone seeing his twitching cock and his sodden jeans, and no way he'd be able to run for it without some store employee growing suspicious that he was stealing things and calling the cops. It seemed hopeless, though even in that moment of what should have been despair Kemper found himself unable to stop trembling in pure ecstasy as yet more hot cum poured out into his dripping, heavily soaked boxers.
Once more he looked around, realising that he had no choice but to make a run for it. He saw several members of staff. He saw people going about their business as though nothing was amiss, some smiling, some frowning, everyday folk just going about their everyday lives entirely unaware of the helpless situation which the sabretoothed cat had found himself in. He saw a woman standing by the edge of the same open space as himself, a plump vixen biting down on her bottom lip as she stared around her in terror despite the strange look upon her face, one that almost seemed to be overwhelmed by pleasure. He...
His eyes snapped back to that fox. He looked between her legs, legs that were crossed, the skirt hanging down over them hiding much, but not able to conceal the glistening trails of liquid running down the insides of her legs and puddling on the floor around her feet. Kemper looked back up at her face, and in that moment her eyes rolled back, her muzzle falling open only to have one of her hands slapped over it sharply to contain the cry of ecstasy she was about to let slip. Her whole body shook, and Kemper saw the flood between her legs momentarily intensify.
Then her eyes cleared as the initial wave of orgasmic ecstasy passed, and they met with his.
They saw one another. Kemper saw her acknowledge that he had seen her, and then saw her humiliation and dismay turn to wonder, to what almost seemed to be relief as she saw how he was standing. The way he was trembling. The way even now, distracted by her presence, he was thrusting his hips against the cart gently as he continued to cum without pause.
After that, Kemper didn't really know what was happening. He was in control, yes, he was doing what he wanted to do, but only insofar as what his pleasure stricken, impossibly euphoria-locked body wanted. He bolted out from behind his cart with a strangled mewl of pleasure, but not towards the door. He ran towards the vixen, and she ran towards him with a pleading, mindless shriek of lust.
No-one could stop them. No-one had time. Kemper dragged down his jeans and underwear in a single instant, and the woman slid down her ejaculate soaked panties before pulling her dress up to expose her flushed, gushing pussy. She threw herself at Kemper, tackling him and knocking him down onto his back, the male thankfully able to break his fall with the backs of his arms and keep his head from hitting the ground. A moment later, rolling over with a savage snarl, he could feel her non-stop squirting driving its hot juices against his cock as he spurted and covered her belly in thick, utterly undiminished strands of seed. They clutched at each other desperately, wailing, howling happily in relief that they had found someone who understood, that they weren't the only one to be trapped in this potent, wonderful state of perpetual orgasm. An instant after that, with an ear-splitting cry from them both as the pleasure they were already experiencing was catapulted beyond the stratosphere, Kemper plunged into the vixen's squeezing, violently convulsing pussy and began to fuck her as hard and as deep as he could.
Their strangled, mindless cries of shared ecstasy rang out around the supermarket, but no-one else reacted. At least, not as their common sense said that they should have. Some, elsewhere in the store and only a little way behind the first to be affected, were already confused and cumming themselves by the time they heard the shameless cries of the first pair to truly succumb. For others that was the moment of revelation. The moment at which they realised what that thing they had been trying to put their finger on all morning was. As soon as they heard the screams, as soon as they saw the writhing, feverishly fucking, obscenely cumming couple, they too whimpered and gasped and clutched in shock at their crotches as the first waves of pleasure crashed through them. And for others, those less susceptible to what was occurring, they could only stand and watch in shock, in awe as people began to masturbate, to cum openly and impossibly long and hard. As friends of theirs ran to total strangers and began to hump against them, to moan and beg and gleefully cry out as they climaxed together with men, with women, with anyone who was as giddy and desperate as they themselves.
Soon enough though, they too were overcome. They too recognised that feeling lingering at the back of their minds coming to fruition.
All of them, somehow and on some instinctive level had known that something big was going to happen to the world today. Somehow each and every one of them had known that something was on the way. That something was coming.
And now, as they bucked and howled and moaned and came again and again and again in sweet, unstoppable rapture, they knew that it was here.
By Jeeves
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