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Longest Fall

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

4th March, 2020

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Caitlin moaned and rolled over, one pale furred paw fumbling over the nightstand before her hooflets clicked against the alarm clock whose strident warbling dragged her from the depths of her slumber. Fumbling, more asleep than awake, her fingers slipped and with a clunk and a muffled thud, then the sound of the alarm winding down as it fell onto the floor, Katelyn groaned and a shudder ran down her back.

"I don't wanna get up - " Come her muffled voice from beneath the pillow she pulled over her head.

Fighting the urge to go back to sleep, Caitlin grunted and crawled wearing from her bed, her black cloven hooves almost disappearing into the thick carpet of her bedroom as she sat up and rubbed at her sea green eyes with the palm of her paws. Stretching her paws up over her head, the early morning sunlight splattered across her white dappling of spots down her back and glistened on the wide brown stripe from her head to her tail tip.

Fur the colour of a light chocolate counterpointed the pale fur that predominated, all except for an unusual white patch just behind her nose and under her chin. Neither her Fallow father or her mother had this unusual marking, and Caitlin had long since stopped wondering about it.

Flicking her long ears, Caitlin shuddered and ran her paws down over her pale furred breasts, feeling their warmth and then the scent of a pleasured doe and her sweat wafted to her nostrils.

"... shower, I need a shower..." Caitlin muttered, as she yawned delicately and shuffled her way towards the adjoining bathroom.

Her cloven hooves clicked lightly on the tiles, as she turned on the shower and adjusted its scalding spray, before she turned back to the mirror. Using her palm, she swiped away the condenstation and steam, gazing at her still half-asleep self in the mirror before the steam swirled and obscured her vision.

As Caitlin yawned again, then stretched lithely, feeling her muscular body rippling beneath her supple fur, she smiled to herself, before she gasped and felt strong paws slid around her hips, before they gripped her tight and pulled her backwards.

"Mmmph!" Catelin squealed, as she felt something firm pressed against her upraised tail.

"Good morning little doe - " Come a masculine voice into one of her back-swept ears.

"Morn..." Catelin began, before she grunted as the unseen male crouched slightly, sliding the tip of his length beneath her tail. "Ooh..."

"Oh...indeed..." He growled, as he playfully bit down with his blunt teeth, on her collarbone.

Caitlin grunted as he slid himself home up under her tail - his Cervid length sliding easily into her body - albeit not how they'd usually make love - but Caitlin didn't mind. She leaned forwards, splaying her fingers on the bathroom sink and spreading her hind legs out as he pulled her hips back until her back was firmly pressed against his muscular belly and chest.

"So warm - " He growled at her, then his hooves twitched and clicked as he fought the instinctive urges to thrust like a feral.

Caitlin snorted and pushed back, angling herself to slide him almost free, before she glanced over her shoulder and in one swift movement, slid him to the base of his length inside her and she flagged her tail against his furred belly.

"I - " He began, before his whole body shuddered and he snapped his hips forwards and up, uttering a sharp gasp as his orgasm was flooded into Caitlin's body. "Gods damn it Caitlin..."

Caitlin giggled innocently, remaining leaning on the basin, as she felt his wilting erection inside her and she pushed backwards, savouring the feeling of this strong, powerful buck and his length.

"Anytime, now, if you're quite finished...I'd like to shower, or I'll be late for my classes!"

Reluctantly, the buck stepped back, dismounting from her body and he turned her around, as he cupped her chin in his paws, gazing into her eyes with his own large, expressionate, dark brown ones.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" He murmured, then pressed his lips against hers, kissing her long, deeply and passionately.

Caitlin's response was muffled, as she closed her eyes and flattened her ears, exulting in the pleasure of their lovemaking - as short as it had been - and now, his gentle caressed and touches.

"Keep it up - " Caitlin whispered huskily, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You'll be writing a note as to why I'm late for my morning classes..."

With a sigh, he nodded and caressed her cheeks with the back of his paws, then smiled and nodded.

"Then we best get showered - shouldn't we?"

*

Caitlin frowned, staring down at the text book in front of her. Words melded and bled together as her eyes lost focus and her concentration wavered. Shaking her head, causing her ears to slap from side to side, Caitlin moaned softly and rubbed at her eyes.

"Just two more weeks..." Whispered the equine filly who sat beside her.

Caitlin smiled nervously and nodded, before she sweapt her paws back over her ears and sighed.

"Two more weeks until rutting season is over...feels like it'll be two hundred years..." Caitlin grumbled quietly.

Reaching over, the paint filly placed a paw lightly on Caitlin's forearm and gave a gentle squeeze.

"I can not begin to imagine what it must be like for your kind..."

Caitlin laughed delicately, then shuddered.

"It's...incredibly difficult, we have trouble focusing, concentration wanders and wavers..."

Resting her head on a paw, the Filly blinked.

"Forgive the question - but isn't it a..."

Caitlin smiled and nodded. "Its alright, as a general rule, our kind are very open. Yes, it is a, I guess we'd call it a 'throwback' to our feral ancestors, something genetic in our ancestral makeup. Oh, sure, many of us can get implants and other medical intervention to help..."

Wincing, the Filly shuddered.

"Is it that bad for your kind? Sorry, I'm majoring in Psychology, I know, I'm a glutton for punishment, but I - forgive me, I'm Marie, Marie Cohen, a pleasure to meet you - miss...uh..."

Blushing, Catelin reached out and shook hands with the young filly.

"Catelin, no last name - our kind generally don't use them, I never understood why! So, I'm guessing you have questions - please, I can see it written all over your muzzle! I won't bite, I promise."

With a nervous laugh, Marie tossed her head and smiled.

"I'm going to like you Caitlin, I think we'll get along just fine..."

To Be Continued...