Crossing "Sticks" 18+
Experiment, friendly competition between some of my characters, set in my fantasy universe.
Characters belong to me, story may have some pacing issues and I'm honestly not very pleased with how it turned out. As it was written over a longer span of time than usual.
Have been kept away from writing a lot recently by a few complications.
"You're bothering my sandwich" "Bothering it? 'doesn't look displeased to me, after all- Aynette, aren't you used to treating sausages well?, making 'em happy?" From across the table a pair of green eyes glared at her, belonging to a woman, feline, red-haired.
"Save it Micarra, I'm eating" The jackal glanced across their rough wooden table, her mouth full of roll and sausage. Which, much to her companion's disdain, she talked right through.
"You? talkin' before swallowin? of all people?" Thought maybe growing up you of all people would'a been given a better set a' manners"
"Alright, what would you know about my being brought up?" A sigh left the jackal's black lips as she turned in her chair to face the puma.
"Well... Nothin' really, but I guess I was espectin' more from you?" Her voice lowered "Sure must take dedication to learn up on etiquette while you're moanin' up a storm against a headboard"
Aynette put down her sandwich, sending an orange-eyed glare the woman's way. Half-checking that they were indeed alone in the dimly-lit dining area. "Oh I was well educated on that. I can assure you, quite well" The canine cocked her head, shifting a sharp ear to the side. "You just really feel like joking with me today or do you want something?"
"Well I've got a few drinks in me... 'been well fed too" Micarra paused, rubbing her chin with a tan-furred hand as if wrapped up in consideration. "Ya'know Annie... I could go work off some rust, if that's alright with you"
"Call me that again and I might just join you" Aynette bared her teeth, gripping her metal cup hard enough that her grey-furred hand actually bowed the edges, displacing enough water to spill out around her fingers.
Micarra leaned forward, a smirk crossing the felne woman's face. "Ooh? you'd do that Annie? With all due respect and such, we're not exactly in the same... uh"
"Weight class? We call that 'weight class' back in civilization" Aynette said, dripping with faux-venom. "And you? backing down for a petite lady like me? how quaint, I wouldn't have thought" The jackal cooed, placing a hand on her chest,the white shirt she was wearing.
"I'm not gonna do that, just thought you might for this" Micarra flexed a tan-furred arm, her motion exaggerated to show off as much of the muscle that lined her curvy frame as possible.
Aynette did certainly admire what she saw, but the jackal wasn't apt to admit it beyond a simple smirk and a gulping finish of her water. "Fine, up and follow me then- nothin' a little practice can't help before we set out on our way, right?"
Micarra nodded, standing to meet with Aynette, as the two walked out, she tossed a dulled coin towards the empty bar to await it's recipient's return. And followed the Jackal out the door and into the sun.
There was enough tree cover above the clearing they'd chosen to keep uncomfortable sweating away, at least for the moment. A piece of white cloth in the ground in between them, a barrier from the insects and small prickly growth of the forest floor. Aynette stood, ash stick in hand. Legs apart, a black robe covering her legs, white sleeves rolled to expose her arms. She only watches Micarra, moving little besides the rise and fall of her chest. The puma however, doesn't wait, she charges at the woman, her own stick raised above her head as if to deliver a powerful downward strike, which she does. But not before Aynette brings her own forward and strikes Micarra in the chest.
She just nods, and the two back up again. The puma is far stronger than Aynette, that much would be plainly obvious to anyone who saw her body. Feminine and curvy in all the place one would expect, but outlined by heavy musculature, barely hidden underneath the beige shirt she wore, her breasts not wanting for exposure either. As they protruded, almost lewdly, from her garment as she moved back towards the jackal. Birds fled the surrounding trees as wood crashed against wood.
Aynette retaliated again, this time making an intentional mistake, her staff moving past Micarra's ear, the taller woman paused for a moment. Just as her opponent had anticipated.
"Fuck!" Micarra's expletive was pushed out of her along with her breath, Aynette having apparently hit her in the chest with palm open. "Grabbin' yourself a bit of a feel there?" Micarra winked as she leaned back.
"What?" Aynette looked up into green eyes, having scarce time to ask before her arm was locked in Micarra's seemingly iron grip, and she was unceremoniously tossed to the cloth-covered forest floor.
"You stopped" Micarra said, leaning down over Aynette, her form casting shade over the jackal as they both panted together, fur sweatier than either would have liked to admit.
"Course I did, these keep nearly hitting me!" Aynette reached out and cupped the big feline's breasts, her eyes widening in response. The jackal let out one last grunt of exertion, leveraging her legs off of Micarra's stomach and shoving the woman off of her. Soundly reversing their position. The jackal now on top of her opponent, practically kneeling on top of the other woman. "H-how's that?... I- uh Micarra?" She swallowed. Due to the feline's comparative height over her, Aynette's foot found itself resting against the inside of her leg, and something else. A sizeable thing was creating a lump beneath her, stretching the rough brown material of Micarra's trousers like a tent.
"Excuse me ma'am- w-what is this?" Aynette interrogated, her voice playful through panting breaths. She teased the obstruction with her toe lightly, wiggling it back and forth. "Huh? did I work the sense out of 'ya?" Micarra laughed tiredly. "Find something hard between a pair of legs and you're askin' what it is?"
"But you're a-"
"Yeah? look, it just ended up that way, 'ya gonna get off me now?"
"I'm curious, never seen a girl with one uh... of these before" Aynette said.
"You ain't seen it yet" Micarra retorted. "Would you like to?" The proposal came out of her mouth as casual as any other.
"Well you're easy" Aynette scoffed.
"You're one to talk, playin' footsies with my dick already" Micarra grunted, unbuckling her belt hastily. "Getting uncomfortably hard in here" She motioned for Aynette to move off of her so that she could push the clothing off, both her trousers and undergarment sliding away. Aynette wasn't quite sure what to expect, but there was indeed a substantial cock sitting right in front of her, pink head already dripping clear pre-cum.
"Well that's a thing, isn't it?" The jackal reached out to grab the shaft, giving it a soft pump. Micarra shivering a little in response. "hmm- Don't know what I want to do with it yet"
"Well make up your mind before the bugs realize we're laying on them and come up here to bite my ass"
Aynette continued stroking her shaft up and down, though Micarra was already hard. The jackal's movements brought her shaft to a deliciously warm thickness that sent drops of pre-cum rolling down across Aynette's hand, further lubricating her strokes. "I think I've figured it out" She grinned, leaning down to give a little teasing lick to the tip, a string of pre shimmering in the air. Before pulling her hand away to undo her robe, tugging the black cloth away from her waist. Exposing the pair of white panties she wore underneath, their pearl-white cloth holding tight enough to her body that Micarra could just about make out the shape of the jackal's pussy showing through, dark fur contrasted with white. With a grunt, Aynette mounted the girl's cock, straddling her as she had in combat moments before, only this time reversed with her tail flagged high behind her. Her ass in full view of Micarra as the jackal began to rock her hips up and down, grinding her panties against that rock-hard length.
"Nngh~ you got a nice ass-" Micarra moaned as she leaned forward to grip Aynette's rear, kneading the soft fur as the jackal humped away, pre-cum soaking her undergarment. Pleasurable enough though this was, Micarra had her own plans in mind, gripping Aynette's ass and yanking her panties down, giving the jackal scarce time to yelp, as she was flipped forward onto onto her hands and knees. Her pink butthole and pussy now completely exposed.
"Hey- hey what the fu!" Aynette's shocked voice was cut off in surprise as Micarra thrusted her hips into the now prostrate jackal. Immediately starting up an aggressive rhythm without having given her a chance to prepare herself. Aynette simply leaned forward into the ground, gripping handfuls of cloth in her hands, instinctively raising her hips up and back in the classic mating position. Giving Micarra even more leverage to slam her shaft home into Aynette's pussy, the jackal's hole stretching around Micarra's member, thankfully lubricated by the combination of her pre-cum and Aynette's arousal.
"Mgh~ you take it really f-fucking well" Micarra let out a strained grunt, hot breath tickling the back of her partner's neck. More. she wanted more. With some combination of a growl and feminine moan of pleasure, Micarra leaned into the jackal underneath her, bending over to wrap her arms around her, the feline's heavy breasts and sensitive nipples resting against her back.
"S-sounds like you're about to cum~" Aynette growled over her shoulder, pushing her hips back into Micarra, in an effort to reclaim a bit of control over the situation. She could feel Micarra's heavy balls slapping against her clit and thighs, their bodies soaked in sweat and lust.
"Y-yeees" Micarra breathed outward. "H-hold on, I'm- I'm gonna, oh fuck..." Micarra pulled her dick back for just a moment, before slamming it home one last time... Into Aynette's asshole, the jackal calling out in a mixture of pleasure in pain as her ring parted to allow the slick shaft to enter her. before her twitching cock began to pack Aynette full of cum, load after load pouring into her utterly unprepared insides.
"Fuuuck!" As her butt clenched and churned with the puma's hot cream, trying to accomodate the sudden intrusion. Aynette's mind was more or less in two places, the jackal did absolutely love anal, but this was something else, no lube, no warning. She gritted her teeth as Micarra finally finished up, pulling her dick out of the twitching ring of muscle with a lewd 'pop'. The jackal could feel the hot cum sliding out of her stretched hole and out across her inner thighs as she fell back onto her haunches, letting out a deep sigh. "Oh shit that was good, you've got a really nice hole under that tail of yours... shoulda' known you'd be into taking it up the ass eh?" Micarra idly stroked her softening member, sitting back.
"You think so, huh?" Aynette said, voice slow and dry. Micarra cocked her head, with the jackal facing away from her, there was no way she could've detected the grin spreading across her muzzle. Precisely at the moment she put a hand on her grey-furred shoulder, the canine spun to face Micarra. And with a quick motion that knocked an uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp out of the puma, gripped both her breasts in the palm of her hands and toppled the unprepared girl onto her back.
"Dammnit, just had to touch my tits again, didn't 'ya?... uh oh" She paused, Aynette was crouched above her, staring down as she practically straddled her muzzle. Her lean, toned hindquarters filling the puma's view. Pink, glistening pussy and creamy butthole just barely an inch from her face. Micarra winced instinctively when the jackal's ass winked open, dribbling a sizeable portion of the feline girl's load back onto her face. She'd just scarcely opened her mouth to protest the predicament when the girl on top of her saw fit to lower her hips aggressively, sitting squarely onto Micarra's muzzle with little fanfare.
"There you go then, you like it so much" Aynette cooed, knowing that Micarra's own cum was oozing out of her at that moment. "Now, lick me" She ordered. Micarra wasn't exactly in a position to protest, and neither did she actually want to. So of course her tongue readly started to push into and around Aynette's pussy in an effort to finish the jackal off. As she shivered with pleasure on top of her, Micarra's oral work was good enough, and soon Aynette found herself moaning her way to a slow, but pleasurable orgasm. Her own feminine juices mixing with Micarra's cum and making a total mess of the puma girl's face.
Finally. Aynette threw her head back and sighed. "That's what you get for shoving it up my ass without warning, if there is a next time. Then next time, fucking say something or I will make you eat it. She bared her teeth, understand?!" Micarra couldn't exactly respond, and in turn only mumbled something as she traced her tongue around the rim of Aynette's butt, tasting her own cum.