{"sf1_id":1662152,"sf2_id":"7ejJEZwe","title":"Connect the Sweet Spots","author":"Alfa_Barf","words":1833,"posted_at":"2020-12-18T05:05:36.000Z","tags":["Compassion","Greentext","Human","Jaguar","Second Person"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1662152-connect-the-sweet-spots","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/7ejJEZwe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7b/d6/7bd6a9a1-bc6a-4b1a-a4bf-894692504aac","description":"[Greentext] The greatest reward a firefighting jaguar can receive at the end of a long day is coming home to her Anon for a little bit of pampering, enough to bring the little kitten out of the big cat.","content":"\\\u003eIt's late in the afternoon when you get the text  \n\\\u003e[on my way home soon :3]  \n\\\u003eIt's Turrula  \n\\\u003eHer 24-hour shift at the fire station is finally over  \n\\\u003eSo now she has the weekend with you  \n\\\u003eIt's heartbreaking to be away from her for whole days at a time, but it's for a good cause  \n\\\u003ePlus, she's never far from your side whenever she gets off work  \n\\\u003eAt least one of these two days will be spent pampering her  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't demand or even ask it of you, but you're willing to treat her well regardless  \n\\\u003eNone of the other men at the fire station ever interested her  \n\\\u003eIt's mostly dogs  \n\\\u003eMostly bigger ones  \n\\\u003eNot only is she one of the few women on the team (not even enough to fill a full calendar, unlike the boys), but she's the only feline as well  \n\\\u003eHowever, the jaguar grew up where it's hot and humid, so the roaring fires and the torrents of water barely faze her  \n\\\u003eNot to mention she's no slouch in the strength department  \n\\\u003eThe job came naturally to her  \n\\\u003eEven the Dalmatians can't take away her title as “the best spotted firefighter on the team\"  \n\\\u003eTurrula takes pride in what she does, though you can tell it wears on her sometimes  \n\\\u003eBut her duties are tolerable thanks to the love you provide whenever she's off the clock  \n\\\u003eSo when you receive the text you have precious minutes to prepare everything  \n\\\u003eLay out her favorite robe  \n\\\u003eSet the fireplace  \n\\\u003eGrab a glass for her warm milk  \n\\\u003eYou might have time to get a meal started when you know she's close to being done with her shift  \n\\\u003eThough more often than not she just brings take-out home with her  \n\\\u003eTurrula walks through the door with a powerful sigh  \n\\\u003eUsually she comes home exhausted from just sitting around waiting for a call  \n\\\u003eIf it's something particularly hazardous, you can be sure the news crew is tracking it  \n\\\u003eMore than once you've seen your girl in action live  \n\\\u003eOccasionally she'll be covered in dirt or doused in water, depending on what kind of emergency occurs  \n\\\u003eOne time she came back looking like a black panther with all the soot on her fur  \n\\\u003eToday she's a little cleaner, but that's because she's sopping wet  \n\\\u003e\"Rookies\", is all she can say with a shake of her head  \n\\\u003eEvery step she takes peels another bit of clothing from her  \n\\\u003eShe'll grab them eventually, but picking up for her is one more way to score some brownie points  \n\\\u003eShe drags herself into the bathroom and kicks on the shower  \n\\\u003eNow's your chance to heat the milk and finish what you didn't get to yet  \n\\\u003eKick on the music  \n\\\u003eTake some blankets out  \n\\\u003eTurrula is a fan of her showers, but you can tell this one is going to be short-lived  \n\\\u003eThe singing is cut short, followed by the water  \n\\\u003e\"Anon!\" she calls out  \n\\\u003eYou head over to the bathroom door  \n\\\u003e\"I forgot my towel…\" she whines  \n\\\u003eTechnically, you forgot it  \n\\\u003eBut she'll never blame you for missing a step of her routine  \n\\\u003eAfter all, you're not obligated to do any of it  \n\\\u003eAnd yet it's that sort of commitment that has made the relationship grow tighter  \n\\\u003eYou hand her a towel and the jaguar dries herself off  \n\\\u003eYou're about to leave the bathroom when you hear her whine again  \n\\\u003eShe's sitting on the edge of the tub half wrapped up  \n\\\u003eWith her body partially exposed and her expectant look, someone else might have thought she's asking for something a little more sensual  \n\\\u003eBut after being with her for so long, you know that isn't quite the case  \n\\\u003eNo, THAT kind of intimacy will come another time  \n\\\u003eFor now, she just wants you to help her dry off  \n\\\u003eYou grab a second towel and the two of you work the fur in unison  \n\\\u003eTurrula does her legs while you take care of her back and head  \n\\\u003eShe needs to leave her favorite spots for YOU  \n\\\u003eAs you run the towel over her, she begins her process of unwinding  \n\\\u003eYou're not just wicking up moisture, you're also breaking down her tension  \n\\\u003eHer muscles relax as you work your hands into them  \n\\\u003e\"Mmmm…\" she hums  \n\\\u003eYou continue for a bit even after her fur is dry enough  \n\\\u003eYou let her enjoy the moment, then move on when she wants to  \n\\\u003eHer royal blue robe is all ready for her  \n\\\u003eThe jaguar ties it comfortably around her athletic body  \n\\\u003eYou take her by the paw and lead her to the living room  \n\\\u003eEverything's waiting patiently for her  \n  \n\\\u003eThe couch will be your nest for probably the next few hours  \n\\\u003eYou get settled in, and Turrula lies down next to you  \n\\\u003eShe places her head on your lap, and the night begins  \n\\\u003eYou start with some simple head scratches  \n\\\u003eAlmost immediately she falls into a hypnotic sort of trance  \n\\\u003eHer round ears flatten as you rub behind them  \n\\\u003eThe jaguar doesn't exactly “purr\" like you've heard from smaller cats  \n\\\u003eBut the sound that reverberates deep in her chest at your touch is as close to purring as one could get  \n\\\u003eTurrula bunches her body up, pulling her legs in closer  \n\\\u003eThere's no way she'd fit on your lap entirely  \n\\\u003eShe always makes an earnest effort to, though  \n\\\u003eAfter showing ample attention to her ears, you move to her face  \n\\\u003eHer mossy eyes close as your fingers stroke the bridge of her nose  \n\\\u003eFrom her wide, rosy snout all the way up to her forehead  \n\\\u003eHer nostrils flare with the motion  \n\\\u003eThis is where she really seems to start enjoying herself  \n\\\u003eThere's no wrong way to rub her here  \n\\\u003eThe tip of her pink tongue sticks out from her black lips  \n\\\u003eIt slides in and out in slow gestures, though only a bit at most  \n\\\u003eYou press firmly with your thumb as you continue to stroke her nose  \n\\\u003eSometimes her eyelids are pulled open just slightly along with your strokes  \n\\\u003eWhen they are, you can see her green eyes roll back in bliss  \n\\\u003eYou move down the sides of her head  \n\\\u003eA smile forms on her face as you draw circles on her cheeks  \n\\\u003eThen you gently navigate through the spaces between her whiskers  \n\\\u003eYour hands reunite under her jaw, where the massaging resumes  \n\\\u003eYou scratch under her chin with your knuckles  \n\\\u003eThen your hands flatten to rub her neck  \n\\\u003eShe loves the scruff in the back the most  \n\\\u003eYou can steal a quick tug at it from time to time  \n\\\u003eShe's told you it reminds her of her childhood when you do that  \n\\\u003eTurrula brings her arms up to her chest  \n\\\u003eHer large paws flex and knead the air  \n\\\u003eShe's the biggest kitten you've ever seen  \n\\\u003eHer eyes open lazily  \n\\\u003eYou already know what she's looking for before she can say it  \n\\\u003e\"Milk?\" she mouths silently  \n\\\u003eIt's still plenty warm  \n\\\u003eYou bring the glass to her lips and let her sip at her own pace  \n\\\u003eYeah, just like a kitten  \n\\\u003eThe jaguar continues to paw at the air while she downs the milk  \n\\\u003eShe has an adorable white mustache when she finishes it  \n\\\u003eYou wipe the milk off, but her rough tongue is too fast  \n\\\u003eShe licks your fingers clean, then nuzzles her head into your hand  \n\\\u003eThe girl just doesn't want those fingers to go a moment without attending to her needs  \n\\\u003eThe scratches go on for some time  \n\\\u003eYou grab one of the floating paws and work the spots between the digits  \n\\\u003eNo part of her will go unloved  \n\\\u003eThe shoulders are next, though you never dwell on them for too long  \n\\\u003eShe gets frequent back and shoulder rubs throughout the normal day  \n\\\u003eThe “kitten treatment\", on the other hand, is its own special process  \n\\\u003eThere are much more infrequent, but you can tell she appreciates them more when they do occur  \n\\\u003eIt's at this point that Turrula slowly rotates herself over  \n\\\u003eHer head leans over your lap, now on her belly  \n\\\u003eShe continues her attempt to fit her whole body on top of your legs  \n\\\u003eThey'd soon fall asleep if you let her full weight bear down on you like that  \n\\\u003eBut…you don't mind it every once in a while  \n\\\u003eYou move to recline on the couch fully  \n\\\u003eYour own head lies back on the armrest  \n\\\u003eTurrula immediately scoots up as far as she can go  \n\\\u003eHer fuzzy head nestles under your chin  \n\\\u003eThose large paws are folded underneath her chest, like a Sphinx  \n\\\u003eYou can feel the nails softly burrow into your shirt  \n\\\u003eThe jaguar still hangs off of you quite a bit, but she acts as though she could fit in the palm of your hand  \n\\\u003eShe makes fidgeting motions, waiting for you to keep going  \n\\\u003e\"Please,\" she seems to say without so much as a word  \n\\\u003eYou're happy to indulge  \n\\\u003eYou massage down her spine, giving her pleasure even through her bathrobe  \n\\\u003eHer shoulder blades roll with the sensation  \n\\\u003eWhen you travel farther down her back, then the kitten truly comes out  \n\\\u003eIs it an instinctual thing, or something she just imitates?  \n\\\u003eWhatever the case, she relishes it  \n\\\u003eAs your hand glides down toward the base of her tail, her rump lifts into the air  \n\\\u003eIt drops when you reach the end, only to rise once again when the next rub approaches  \n\\\u003eAgain and again you stroke down her back  \n\\\u003eHer tail curls along the journey  \n\\\u003eAnd once you hit the sweet spot, it flicks up rigidly  \n\\\u003eThis is her meditative element  \n\\\u003eEyes closed  \n\\\u003eTongue poking out  \n\\\u003ePaws kneading your torso  \n\\\u003eThe rumble of her chest resonating through your body  \n\\\u003eHer legs rubbing together to stay on your lap  \n\\\u003eAnd her long, graceful tail swaying in time with everything, like a metronome  \n\\\u003eThe heat of her body keeps you warm  \n\\\u003eAnd the crackling fire keeps her warm  \n\\\u003eAs does your love  \n\\\u003eYou'd think the last thing she'd want to see at the end of her shift fighting fires is to see flames dancing in the corner of her eye  \n\\\u003eBut she knows when they're meant for comfort  \n\\\u003eJust as she knows when she's safe in your arms  \n\\\u003eTurrula is very much like the fire herself  \n\\\u003eThere's the strong, stalwart jungle cat in her when she's on the job  \n\\\u003eBut under that spotted fur coat is just a little kitten at the end of the day  \n\\\u003eThe way things are going now, you'll likely be on the couch for the night  \n\\\u003eYou'll get the use of your legs back in the morning  \n\\\u003eMaybe they're already falling asleep, but the longer you have Turrula on your lap the lighter she seems to be  \n\\\u003eHer tail satisfied, you slowly work your way back up her body  \n\\\u003eUp the spine, along the neck, and finishing with her head  \n\\\u003eYou scratch behind those cute, round ears to lull the jaguar into a peaceful rest  \n\\\u003eThough not without receiving a heartfelt, “I love you, Anon.\"  \n\\\u003eFrom your Turrula, the biggest kitten you know"}