FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Note: This story was written by the very nice Jeeves, as part of one of his monthly Pateron Prompts, and he gave me permission to post it to my own account. We return to our favorite futa snow leopard, this time flashing back to her time in college, where she meets someone who can finally keep up with her insatiable sexual appetite. If you enjoy the story, I strongly encourage you all to please give him a follow on his his SoFurry account, his FurAffinity account, and maybe even consider sponsoring him on his Pateron account, since he is the writer. Remember, he wrote this, not me, so he gets all the credit. I am merely posting it here.

More than a Match - Part One

"Dammit..."

Liv groaned as she slumped back into one of the lecture hall's chairs, panting, trembling, pumping her rock hard and still spurting, still cumming cock. Even in the midst of her latest orgasmic peak, the snow leopard looked around with intermingled desire and dismay. She looked around at the fifty or so other people occupying the room with her, all her fellow students, their professor and his assistant, and shook her head in sorrowful frustration as they sprawled out on the floor, in their own seats or elsewhere around the room, either twitching and shuddering, whimpering and shrieking, staring blank and glassy eyed off into space, or simply limp and unconscious. Each and every one of them had cum, her cum staining their face or between their legs. Each and every one of them had experienced a moment or two with Liv directly over the past forty minutes of what was meant to have been an organic chemistry lecture, and unfortunately that moment or two was all that it had taken to blank out their minds and utterly overwhelm their bodies with pleasure.

For the best part of a year now, since shortly after she went off to college and swiftly lost her virginity once freed from the stranglehold her family had kept on her life, her privacy and thus her ability to share any intimacy with anyone prior to that, Liv had known what her body was capable of. What one taste of her cum, her pussy juice, or her breast milk could and did do to anyone who tasted it. Unfortunately, experiencing what her body and its essence could do to others also meant experiencing the pleasure of sex for herself, and thus Liv had found herself in something of a catch twenty-two situation. She had always been horny. Always been eager for an opportunity to masturbate or otherwise sexually express herself. But now, in college, every moment that she wasn't working or eating or sleeping, Liv was either fucking or wanting to fuck. Her reputation on campus was legendary, and there was no shortage of students, staff, even visitors who found their way onto campus and just so happened to end up in her proximity. And that would have been great. It should have been great, except for one rather obvious problem which Liv was once again living right now as she jerked off her still cumming cock and looked around at the room full of mindlessly blissed out, overwhelmed, and spent bodies.

Anyone who tasted her juices, undiluted and straight from the source, was immediately useless as a lover. Reduced to a drooling, quivering mess, toes curling, eyes bulging, cock or pussy throbbing and squirting over and over and over again long after Liv had stopped touching them in any way, until they inevitably lost consciousness. Thus, even in a room full of people, even at the centre of what otherwise could have been an orgy which would have gone on for days, Liv could find herself alone and needy in less than an hour. Everyone else satisfied, everyone else spent, but her own body all the more desperate for some sex that lasted longer than a minute or so. And just to make things worse, the hornier she got, the more desperate and needy the snow leopard found herself feeling as a result of not being able to find a lover who could even come close to matching her capacities, the more potent every drop of her essence became.

"Nnnhh... f-fuck..."

Finally, letting go of her cock as it eventually ceased letting loose its abundant and protracted fountains of cum, Liv surrendered. She slumped in her seat, still needy, still rock hard with her cock and pussy dribbling and her lustfully lactating breasts soaking through the absorbent pads within her bra, and surrendered to the simple reality that once again she wasn't going to achieve even a modicum of satisfaction in the presence of all these people. She had to go back to her dorm, lock herself away for the rest of the afternoon, and fuck herself senseless with her toy collection. It wouldn't be nearly as fun as it would have been with some company, but at least if she went at it hard and fast for a couple of hours now she'd be sober enough by dinner time to grab some food with friends and then spend the evening working on her latest assignment while just casually jerking off under her desk.

Right there in the middle of the lecture hall, watching as her vulpine professor briefly opened his eyes, licked his lips, tasted Liv's cum upon them and immediately started to cum again himself with an overwhelmed and mindless yelp before slumping unconscious once again, Liv pulled off her blouse and bra. The snow leopard shuddered and moaned in desperate denial as she forced herself not to touch her aching, dribbling nipples, but instead reached into her bag, pulled out a carrier bag into which she stuffed her cum and milk stained clothes, then stuffed it back inside and withdrew another bag containing a clean change of attire. She slipped on the loose skirt, a fresh bra and a crisp, clean shirt, and without any further hesitation began to pick her way through the mound of a dozen or so bodies directly surrounding her and the various puddles of cum and ejaculate resting amongst them. Even now many of those puddles were still growing as those she had fucked or felt inside her directly continued to orgasm despite their unconsciousness and despite the fact that for some of them it had been fifteen or twenty minutes since she and her fluids had actually been in contact with them. All she could do for them now though was ensure that she wasn't around to tempt them when they returned to consciousness. Thus, she left, and after rearranging her skirt to hide her continued erection as best she could, Liv steeled herself to not get distracted on the way home, and began the long, lustful walk through the campus.

It was more than an hour before she got back to her dorm room, though it was barely ten minutes walk from the lecture hall where the organic chemistry classes were held. Needless to say, her attempts to avoid distraction had failed. Or rather, her attempts to resist the attention of others when they saw her, recognised her and begged for a moment of her time had failed. Her shirt was torn and even now one cup of her bra was resting where it had been tugged aside, her breast bare and leaking. Her skirt was hanging heavy against her legs, stained in multiple places with juices primarily her own but also the cum and ejaculate and even saliva of others. Even as she walked down the corridor towards her room, Liv was trembling as the silky fabric of her skirt rubbed against her rock hard cock's very tip, thick strands of pre-cum oozing out and through the saturated fabric while she left wet footprints in her wake, the arousal from her pussy flowing down her legs in such volume that each time her footpaw landed upon the worn, coarse dorm-building carpet it did so with a slight squish.

All that Liv wanted in the world in that moment was to get into her room, to pull out her biggest dildo and most heavy duty fleshlight, and fuck herself senseless till dawn the next day. Dinner could wait. Her friends could wait. Her assignment could wait. She just needed to actually feel satisfied for even a split-second, rather than being offered such a smorgasbord of cock and pussy only to have it drive her all the more wild with desire. Thus, when she approached her door and saw two figures standing in the corridor just beyond it, she almost wanted to weep. To scream at them to leave her alone, to not taunt her with the possibility of companionship and pleasure that they wouldn't have a chance in hell of delivering. And yet, she didn't. As she trudged ruefully towards them, she made no effort to dissuade the tiger and mouse. No effort to hide her obvious desire.

To her shock though, they didn't run at her. They didn't strip off their clothes and expose themselves hungrily to her.

They turned, stopping whatever whispered conversation they had been having as they heard her approach, and as they saw the look on her face and the tension in her body... the mouse spoke up with concern.

"O-oh my god. Are you okay?"

Liv blinked. She reeked of sex, so much so that there was no way these women couldn't smell it already. And if they could smell it, no doubt their pussies were getting wet already. No doubt they were quaking and already in the midst of fantasising about how it would feel to have the snow leopard's cock inside of them both. Yet, they weren't stuffing paws into their pussies or tearing off their clothes, or hers for that matter. The mouse, and indeed the tigress too were looking at her dishevelled state and deeply desperate, frustrated expression with sorrow and with worry. And, they were talking to her. Rushing forward not to embrace and to fuck her, but to offer to support her. To guide her to the door hand in hand, and to slip inside her dorm room not in a lustful frenzy, but with gentle kindness, with support, and somehow, by some miracle... with understanding of what she was going through.

Once inside, the two women introduced themselves to Liv. They readily admitted that they were there for precisely the reason she had expected them to be there, but even in doing so they made no actual move to begin seducing her or suggestion that they wanted her to immediately begin seducing them. They sat on the edge of Liv's bed, or rather the king size mattress which sat directly on the floor, one too many bed frames having collapsed under Liv's frantic urges for the snow leopard to trust them, and they listened. They held one of Liv's hands in each of their own like they weren't total strangers to her, and listened as Liv answered the question which the mouse, Aurora, had posed while they were still outside.

No, she wasn't okay.

She was so horny, and so tired of being horny. She loved sex, she loved pleasure and loved being able to make others feel good so much. But as wonderful as all that was, she was so tired of never once feeling the satisfaction she saw upon the faces of others. Of never once being able to be the one to fall asleep in the arms of another person, so spent that it was impossible to keep her eyes open long enough for another thrust, even another kiss.

Liv spoke more candidly to these two relative strangers than she had to anyone in her entire life about her body, about her abilities and her essence. More surprising than her own openness to them though was how they listened. How they sat there in the presence of her rock hard cock still drooling beneath her dress, her pussy dripping its own juices down onto the sheets of the bed and the underside of her skirt, with one leaking breast still exposed all the while, and listened, and nodded, and reassured her over and over again that it was okay for her to feel this way without once trying to touch or otherwise seduce her. It was as though they understood. It was as though they actually, truly understood how Liv felt. And soon, when the snow leopard finally fell silent and after a minute or so of them all just sitting there together hand in hand, the tigress explained why that was indeed the case.

"You know... before me and Aurora met, we felt that way a lot. I'm not saying we ever felt it to the extremes that you do, but... for as long as we've known each other, there's been this ache inside us. This itch, and only one thing can scratch it. Cumming. But, not just once. Over, and over, a-and over again. Before we met, we were constantly horny. I mean... w-we still kinda are, but, constantly horny and not able to do anything about it. We could find partners. People to fool around and fuck with. But, they could never keep up. Many of them didn't even want to. They just wanted what we wanted. To get off. But, they could do it just once, and that'd be it. They were done, and all we could do was lie there and act like it was enough... while silently begging for them to leave so we could pull out a toy and actually try to satisfy ourselves enough to get to sleep."

The tigress fell silent, and the mouse picked up where she'd left off.

"Then I met Chelsea. I went into the bathroom of this coffee shop to rub one out in the stalls, keep me going while I sat down and had coffee with friends, and... I heard her doing the same thing in the next stall over. We listened to each other. We got off to the sound of one another doing the same. And then... w-we did it again. And again. After the third time, I asked her how many times she'd cum today already. She was too embarrassed to answer, so I told her my answer. Hers was only one lower than me. I asked her how many more times she'd cum before bed. She gave the same answer I would have given. As many as possible. After that, w-we left the stalls. We left the coffee shop without even saying goodbye to the people we were there with, h-hand in hand. We went back to my place. We locked the door, and... a-and our life together began."

Liv looked between the two women, and smiled softly, albeit still a little sorrowful.

"I... that sounds like a beautiful relationship. I'm glad you two have each other. I'm happy for you."

Chelsea and Aurora smiled at one another, but then turned their attention back to Liv. The tigress squeezed the snow leopard's paw.

"We satisfy each other like no-one else ever has. And, we didn't think we'd ever find someone else who could even come close to making us feel as good as we do for each other. But... then we heard about you, Liv. We heard about you, a-and we wondered two things. If you might be able to make us feel as good as we make each other feel, o-or... or even better, if the stories are true. But, also, if we might be able to do something for you."

Liv's eyes widened a little. Aurora nodded and continued to speak as Chelsea had before.

"We heard the stories about you going to parties and leaving everyone there spent while you just kept going and going. We thought about the times that before we met we'd been to orgies, to clubs, a-and how at the end of the night we'd still left needy ourselves. How good it had felt in the moment, but how afterwards when you realised everyone else was too satisfied, too tired to go on, and you alone get left needy and frustrated, how much that sucks. So, w-we decided to come and find you. To see if maybe..."

Liv put a hand up to the mouse's muzzle, and shook her head, eyes bulging with barely contained anger.

"Don't say it."

She quaked with fury, with sorrow, with barely tempered desperation and desire.

"Please. Please, g-god, don't tell me you think you can satisfy me. I've had so many people say that. So many people brag and promise me that they'll be the one to break me, to tame me, to fix me, to fuck me senseless and leave me begging for respite. But they never do. Never. They get one taste. One drop, a-and they're done. And then I'm left right back where I started, w-without a partner. Without any hope but my own toys. So thank you. Thank you so much for being so nice, f-for sitting here with me and listening and telling me about your experiences. You seem like wonderful ladies, and I'm glad to have met you. But... please. Please god. Don't tell me you can satisfy me. Because you can't. A-and... if you try, and you don't... even if I knew it right from the start, the fact that you promised me, and let me down... I'll never be able to forget that, and I don't want to have to think about that if we hang out again, because, I'd like to. I'd really like t-to hang out with you guys again."

The room fell silent again. For more than a minute, two minutes, almost five in total, the three women sat in tense, nervous silence. It felt like it could have gone on longer, much longer in fact, had one of the two ladies still holding Liv's hands not spoken up.

"One drop?"

Chelsea murmured softly, causing both Liv and Aurora to look up at the tigress, regarding the expression of determination set across her face.

"You say that one drop of your cum, or even your milk, will put us out of the game?"

Liv nodded ruefully. The tigress looked across at Aurora, then back at the snow leopard, and finally down at Liv's still exposed, bare breast. She took a deep breath, smiled, shrugged... and before Liv could do anything to react, lunged forward, downward, and wrapped her lips tightly around Liv's swollen, still dribbling nipple.

"N-no, please..."

Liv mewled in anguish, though in that moment she was already helplessly pulling her hands out of the women's grasp to reach up and grab at the back of Chelsea's head, to hold her in place as the feeling of those soft lips and that intense, incredible suckling suction on her nipple drove her wild. She felt her milk flowing. Felt it splashing out over the tigress' tongue as that rough pink organ flicked at the very tip of her nipple. She heard Chelsea swallow. She braced herself, helplessly, horrifyingly waiting for the tigress to pull back, to scream, and to topple onto her side cumming and flailing as her mind went blank and she forgot every reassuring word she had ever spoken to the snow leopard.

But, instead, Liv felt Chelsea's suckling grow more urgent. She felt the tigress continuing to drink from her, to milk her harder and more desperately. She watched as the tigress shuddered, and heard a faint but unmistakable rushing of liquids as Chelsea snarled and gurgled through her muzzleful of milk, obviously beginning to squirt, to cum inside her panties and jeans. When finally Chelsea did draw back though, muzzle dripping with milk running down her chin, there was a wild, savage glint in her eyes, and as she kept shaking, panting, obviously still cumming hard inside her clothes, the tigress turned those hungry eyes of hers upon Aurora, then back to Liv with a fevered growl.

"F-fuck, that's good. Ahh, I... I'm still... g-god, still cumming..."

The more she stared at Liv though, and the more she saw the shock, the wonder, and for a brief moment even hope shining within the snow leopard's eyes, the wider she grinned through her pleasure, and her continued desire.

"But, you promised me that one drop would satisfy me. That one drop would satisfy both of us, Liv. A-and... ahhhhgod, I'm not fucking satisfied yet. Not even close. So, what are you going to do about that?"

Liv's cock throbbed beneath her skirt. She felt her pussy gush so hard and so abundantly with arousal she might as well have been squirting, cumming too in that moment. She tensed up, and mewled in delight as without warning she felt a hand reach beneath her skirt and grasp her large, throbbing erection. Glancing away from Chelsea, Liv found Aurora grappling her erection with one hand while the other stuffed itself down the front of the mouse's own slacks, their crotch already shimmering in a way that suggested the black fabric was already saturated with her arousal. The mouse licked her lips, and with her hand beneath Liv's skirt tossed the fabric back to expose the snow leopard's erection to both herself and to Chelsea. In that same moment, she moaned eagerly, deliriously to Liv.

"Give her more."

She urged the snow leopard, giggling as Liv's eyes bulged and rolled in their sockets joyously even while she began to nod furiously.

"No, not more. Don't you dare just give us more."

Chelsea snarled as she rose to her feet and began to tear off her clothes, eyes locked hungrily upon Liv's now visible, irresistible erection.

"You give us everything. Everything you've got. A-and... and you never, ever, ever fucking stop."

By Jeeves