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Lois's paws wrapped around me, petting the fur on my cheeks. "Maybe we can just pretend we're married, as a treat," the bobcat said.

I let out a laugh. Her smug kitty face was right in front of mine. "Oh? And what did you have in mind?"

My girlfriend went in for the kill, landing a kiss on my lips. Her face was so much bigger than mine, but that was okay. The options were avoiding close intimate contact, or just dealing with her lips on my squirrel nose sometimes.

That was the whole thing about our size difference situation. So many little compromises. It kind of got tiring at first, but now it was just one of those things you got used to. I mean, I couldn't just fall out of love with Lois.

Her paw was starting to wrap itself around my butt. "Save it for the honeymoon," I said.

She took her paw away and kissed my cheek. "Where do you want to go honeymooning?"

"I don't know. Somewhere far away. That's one problem Milton money might actually solve."

Lois picked up my meaning. "We'll figure out the school stuff. It just might take a while."

"I'm sick of waiting."

"So am I! I wish I could just do my own thing too; you know?"

"Sorry," I said.

She shook her head. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant that we're in this together. Always."

That brought a smirk back to my face. "Where would you have us go?"

Lois thought about it for a moment or two. "Japan."

"Naturally," I replied.

She shushed me, putting a finger or two across my lips. They wrapped most of the way around my head. I extended my contrastingly tiny arms and tried to push her off. "It's not fair when you do that."

"Life's not fair," she cackled.

I started standing up. "Then I'll just have to level the playing field!"

I pounced her, pushing on her shoulder. She let me struggle against her fluffy sides until I got exactly nowhere. Finally, Lois submitted, and I climbed onto her upper chest. I kissed her again. And again. We sucked on each other's faces for at least a few minutes of interspecies ridiculousness.

"Ahh, fish," Lois muttered.

I lifted up. "What's up?"

"Nothing. Ignore me."

"What?" I insisted, prodding my fingers at her cheeks.

Lois was reddening up. "Well, I'm not feeling very clever, but there's definitely a euphemism for it," she said.

My eyes didn't leave her face. "You get more embarrassed about getting horny than I ever got when I could still show."

"Well, you had your whole life. I had since last summer. And guess what? We're not dressed right now!" Lois said.

Curiosity briefly overpowered embarrassment. "Can I... look?"

"Could you ask in a more--ugh, fine. Just no making fun of me."

"I can make no promises," I said.

Lois had her paws covering her crotch. She awkwardly crossed her arms instead.

I looked as passively as I could at all her feline, not-biologically-femaleness. "Hmm."

"'Hmm?' That's all I get?" she complained.

"Your dick is cute," I said.

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

"Have you ever," I said, getting red too, "you know?"

"No, what?" she said.

I resorted to idioms. "Gotten yourself off?"

"I don't know, have you?"

I looked at the ceiling. "Maybe."

"Marion!" she gasped. "How are you ever going to get into heaven now?"

"Shut up."

"Wait till the other angels hear about this!"

"Ok, ha ha. You're the one with the prickly cat dick."

"Sheesh. We ain't nothin' but mammals," Lois quoted. Her paw idly scratched at her crotch; her dick jostled with it.

I sighed. Half of me fell off of her, and I stared up at the ceiling. "Even if I've... explored my new body a bit, I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to it," I said. "I don't even know if I want to!"

"I think it'll always be weird, but that doesn't mean we can't try to get used to it being weird."

I struggled not to return to the defeatist attitude from last summer. I focused on what Lois said. "Isn't that what we've been doing though?" I returned.

"Not with the gender stuff," she said.

"I thought you got over it pretty fast."

"I got over having the equipment"

"But not over using it?" I asked.

"I guess. Yeah."

I looked up at Lois again. "So, do you even want to use it?"

She grit her teeth. "I don't know. I wouldn't know where to start! It's not like I was given a guidebook on going through an unwanted sex change."

"I don't think there's a wrong way. It's your body," I said.

"What did you do? Just start rubbing yourself and seeing what felt nice?"

"I did some, uh, investigative journalism."

"Porn?" she asked.

"Porn," I confirmed. "And a few blog posts. Mostly porn."

"Well you're the excommunicated male, what do you think I should do?"

"I think you know the answer to that one," I teased.

Lois squinted at me. "You always assume my mind's as much in the gutter as yours is, Mister Marion Ward." She poked my chest. "I'll have you know, my mind is twice as far down that gutter as yours is! Twice!"

I laughed.

She kept going. "I have also done my fair share of research. And I'll tell you what, we might be more compatible than you think!"

I opened my mouth but had to think. "I thought we were talking about masturbating."

Lois blinked at me.

"You weren't kidding. You want to start the honeymoon early, huh?" I said.

She smirked. "Shut up."

"I mean, we can if you want to."

"What do you want to do?"

I giggled, looking away.

"Marion, what--"

"I mean, masturbating's pretty simple. We could start with a little..." I said, motioning with my paw suggestively.

"You know what? Okay, you little nutcase, first show me how you do it."

"No, you first!"

"No, no, come here," she insisted, grabbing me. I complained about her use of force. She put me against her arm and chest, letting me sit upright with her. All her fluff was warm on my back. I stole a glance down at her legs, and her dick still hadn't gone down much since we started talking.

I looked back up at her smirking expression. "Furball. Okay."

I spread my legs an inch, and my paw gravitated towards my crotch. She moved her paws towards hers. I ran my fingertips against my warm lips; she wrapped her fingers around her tapered penis. I was surprised by how slick I felt, even with fur. When I backed off, she did too. I was waiting for her to make a move.

Lois looked down at me. "I said 'you first,' hon," she egged on.

I resisted the urge to chitter at her, since I knew it'd just make her laugh. I looked down again at my paws, investigating the soft texture of fur and the dampness I was spreading on them. I didn't know if I was ready for an audience. My fingers parted my labia anyway, and I felt around, touching lower till I felt my flesh give further, deeper. I squished in two of my fingertips, enjoying the soft warmth of my own body. It was surreal, wiggling my fingers inside a pussy I didn't have less than a year ago.

Against my back, I could feel Lois's chest rumble in a purr. She rubbed the base of her penis, letting it extend further out of her sheath. Only the tip seemed to have the scary spines, the wider base being smooth. She seemed to be careful about how much force she used.

"You don't have to be so gentle with it," I explained.

"You're one to talk," she returned. "You're not going to split yourself in half."

"I'm just warming up!"

"Oh, I can keep you warm~" Mel said.

"Now what are you planning?"

"Am I going to have to move you again or can you scooch down a bit?"

I shook my head, inching down for her anyway. Her penis was rubbing against my bushy tail. Lois got her arms around me, nuzzling up against my shoulder.

"Cozy, right babe?" she asked.

"You want to show me how it's done?" I said.

"Yeah I do."

I took a second for myself. "Well, okay."

"You just tell me when it starts feeling nice."

"Now," I admitted. Her fur was very comfortable.

"Good, well, I don't know if I can even get a finger in your cooch, but," Lois trailed off. She grazed her pawtip along my whole slit, picking up droplets of my fluid as she went along. My labia parted, and she pressed along my clit firmly. Immediately, I shivered, my belly flexing from her touch. It seemed to make the whole area feel swollen. The big cat explored around me, sometimes licking her paws to wet my crotch more with her saliva. Or maybe it was to get a taste of me. As I was getting wetter, I got more relaxed. Half of me seemed to fall into her fluff. It would have been comfortable enough to sleep if I wasn't so tingly all over. I opened my eyes to look up at her. She had to crane her neck forward to look at me, staring into my crotch. I looked at her dick again.

If I'm being honest, she wasn't very big: probably narrower than my wrist at her widest. Maybe that was average for cats; I wasn't about to go around and ask. But her size didn't make me feel any less uncomfortable. I had hardly ever seen another guy naked, and I never considered myself to be super into dicks. All I had going for me was that I loved Lois, and that I really wanted to make it work like she was with me.

As she kept going, I was starting to get a good idea of what felt nice. It always felt better when you weren't the one doing it, every movement unexpected and intense. She went between moving in tiny circles around my clit or rubbing on each side of the little hood it was tucked against. I was getting on edge quickly. My muscles wouldn't let me relax all the way anymore. My breathing wouldn't cooperate. Out of a pure horny reflex, I got my paw down to go along with hers. I wanted to feel more, whatever "more" meant nowadays. As I started pressing down hard on either side of my clit, red and engorged from her stimulation, she brought herself lower, lower, until--.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself," she said softly, "want to see if I can...?"

"You can try," I held back a moan.

"That's my guy," she encouraged.

She teased her stout finger against my vaginal opening, rubbing me, barely getting it apart at all. I raised my knees against her arm, pressing my hips a few millimeters up to her careful fingers. I felt my lips stretch out. My tunnel started to tense itself around her, so close to entry, but not quite there.

Putting my attention back on my clit, or on the slight purr rumbling through the cat's chest, I had to make myself relax again.

"You doing okay?" she asked.

"Yeah. It still feels really weird, but in a good way. I might be getting close."

"Mmm. Let's find a tissue before you blow your load,"

"Too soon," I complained.

Finally, something clicked. More aroused than ever, her wet finger started spreading me wide. My whole body shuddered. I stopped rubbing my clit just to take in the feeling of my pussy wrap tighter around her soft finger, sinking deeper into my body. The sensation itself was less intense than the rubbing, but the pressure was all-encompassing. I took a deep breath. I sighed. I never wanted to feel her take her finger out of me. Not all the way, anyway.

I squeezed a paw between my legs and her paw and kept playing with my clit, rubbing it confidently, just like Lois had. Lois had her one finger most of the way inside me before she turned it around. By grinding her pawtips along my walls, she gave me a whole new layer to the bizarre experience. It was sensory overload, and my orgasm hit. My small tunnel squeezed her finger hard, starting from her short claw deep inside of me all the way to her end, over and over. It was nothing like when I had a dick, but it was every bit as powerful.

Before this I hadn't been able to take myself over the edge. But now that I had, I didn't feel spent. It was like I hit a reset button, hornier than ever.

"Holy..." I breathed. "That was good."

"Did you come?" she asked.

"I don't know, did I?" I teased. I rolled over on her belly to face her. "I did."

"What about penetration? Not too uncomfortable?"

"It took a second, but," I admitted. "What about you? Was it hard touching a biological lady?"

"Honestly?" she asked, "I was imagining that I was touching myself like that, instead of you."

"I'll take that as a compliment!" I decided.

She peeked her tongue out at me. "If you want to."

I changed the subject. "I liked it when you started purring."

"What? No I wasn't," she denied.

"I'm serious! It felt nice," I said.

"Weirdo."

"You're purring right now!"

She grunted at me, actually making her purr forcefully. I held her serious gaze for a few seconds before I had to put my head down in her fur and laugh. Her chest jerked me up and down as she laughed too.

"So what are we going to do with your little friend down there?" I asked.

"You tell me."

"I kind of want to try it."

"It, it?" she said.

"Maybe?" I considered. "I do want to try touching you a little, at least."

"Well, you don't have to, but if you're comfortable."

If I was standing, I would have bowed. "Why thank you, ma'am," I poked fun.

"What? I'm just trying to--"

"I have to tell you; your erection is simply excellent!"

You're talking a lot of crap for someone within eating-distance."

I had gotten what I wanted. "No," I shifted tones, "please don't give in to your feral instincts!

"You'll just have to give me a reason not to," she hinted. "And don't call me ma'am."

"Okay, okay," I said. I got between her legs. Her sheath took up my whole field of vision. I got a very good look at everything the kitty had to offer. Her balls were fluffy and full, tight up against her grey-furred underside. Her penis felt like it towered over me, as tall as my head. All I could smell was her scent. I froze, wondering what I was going to do.

Lois sat up, bringing her head into view above her crotch. She saw my face and looked like she wanted to laugh.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing," she said, losing her smirk. "Take your time."

"When you say it like that, it makes me feel like I should hurry up."

"No, I'm serious. Take your time."

I hesitated. "Thanks."

Weighing my options, I realized something. We didn't have lube, and her spines were still scaring me a bit. Lotion would work, but not if we wanted to... keep going later. So I made my own. I purposefully dug my fingers into my snatch, coating them in a thin layer of my own wetness. It made me grunt, spreading myself apart like that. I hadn't forgotten how nice it felt.

Taking my paws away from my crotch again, I looked back up at Lois. "Okay," I finally said.

Before the fluid could get a chance to dry in my fur, or for me to have second thoughts, I grabbed her dick halfway up its length with all the fake confidence I could find. It radiated heat, and I could hardly get my entire paw around it. Slowly, I dragged my paw down, coating my vaginal fluid across her flesh. By the time I got to her sheath, I brought my other paw behind the first, holding both my paws around my girlfriend's penis. I had to let out a breath.

"Hmm. That's nice," Lois said.

"Anything you want me to do?" I asked. I hesitantly began to stroke her from base to the start of her spines.

"Not really. Mmm. I think I'll leave it to the expert.

"I may have been a horny teenager, but that doesn't mean I'm an expert on cat dicks."

She spread her legs, raising her knees. "You gotta give yourself some credit! Those little paws feel great."

My paws went up and down her length, never quite going all the way to those spines. Like Lois, I could have tried to imagine that I was masturbating. But those feelings were becoming harder to remember. And with her in front of me, purring and murmuring as I jacked her off, it was hard to think of anything else. The slight stickiness of my arousal made it sound wet, made it smell like sex.

Lois faced the age-old problem of what to do with her hands. She mostly kept them at her thighs, watching me work over her inches with a dorky look on her face. Sometimes she'd pet my sides or my back, then my butt. I guessed I'd let her have my butt. Her touch reminded me she was still there for me, even if her penis was weird. Or from her perspective, even if getting a pawjob by your squirrel boyfriend was weird. More than once, we made eye contact, sharing the weirdness. The idea of a honeymoon seemed far away now.

Her flesh got harder. I could see pre slowly leak out over her tip, disappearing as I massaged it in with the rest. Occasionally I'd still have to rub off more of my own wetness onto my hand, making sure I could always keep sliding without resistance. I wondered if Lois was right, if we really were compatible in that way.

"I've still been avoiding your spines. Does it hurt to rub them?"

"I doubt it, but I think we would want some more lubrication."

"That gives me an idea," I said.

"What?"

"Want to guess?"

I grab hold of her and bring my head down to the tip of the bobcat's penis. I held eye contact with Lois, watching her expression change to surprise. I half expected her to stop me; I half wanted her to. But she didn't. On top of the heated look of satisfaction already on her face, her expression turned playful and curious.

In only a few seconds, I was committed. I opened wide, not even feeling my pussy getting wetter by the minute, and sank my mouth around her tip. She felt huge, abrasive, but thankfully not painful. Her spines rubbed against my tongue. I tried to force myself down further, but there was so much of her. She had filled my measly mouth like it was nothing. All I could do was mouth and suck on her tip. Embarrassment burned through me, but my tail raised itself behind me anyway. If I was going to give her oral, I wanted us both to enjoy it.

Those first sucks on her felt like they dragged on forever. I probably only got an inch, if that. As I still rubbed her hard-on against my paws, I felt like I was asking for her to cum all over me, completely overflowing in my mouth. It was not something I was nowhere near ready for. I lifted off of her and took in a long breath.

"Holy crap," I exhaled.

"You didn't have to try all that!" she said.

I scratched my neck. "No, but I wanted to. For you," I said.

Her head turned away. "And it did kind of turn me on."

"Oh? My kitty likes getting sucked on? How will she ever get into heaven now?"

"Oh, shut up and suck my dick, please," she said.

My paws were still around her length. "That's what I thought!"

I grew bolder, and so did she. I was back to sucking on the feline's tip, feeling her spines prickle against me. She grabbed hold of the base of her cock near her sheath, rubbing herself up and down as I licked and mouthed at her upper half. She was still way too big for me, but hearing her breathing pick up, her moans that she muffled in case someone else heard us, and her short tail fluttering between her legs, all that made me willing. Even if dicks were weird, even if she drenched my mouth in feline cum, I wanted to be in front of my girlfriend when it happened. I wanted to share it like when she brought me over the edge. She was enough to make it worth it.

Lois huffed as her penis spasmed. "I'm definitely getting close. Mpphhh, Marion!"

The second I lifted my head from the cat, she erupted. Half an hour of teasing and masturbating and sucking got her pent up. Her balls visibly pulsed from the pressure. As she squeezed her base, an arc of her cum splattered onto the middle of her belly. She mewled out. Both of us were still wrapped around her dick. Her first orgasm lost strength till cum ran down both of our paws in globs. I felt its warmth go over my knuckles before it dripped right onto hers. Lois's face was adorable, mouth agape as she made a mess of both of us. Watching your lover go silly from an orgasm turned out to be incredible, male or female.

"I think you were getting the hang of it near the end there," I said.

She took a couple breaths to respond. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" I repeated.

"Or maybe I really just like the idea that you're gay for me."

I stood up, letting her dick droop. "Wait," I said, "I'm not--huh."

I had to look down at my paws.

"Maybe I am gay for you! I hadn't thought about it like that."

"Well don't take it too seriously," Lois complained. "I still consider myself female."

"Mhm, well I'm still a guy, but I can still be gay for you."

She tilted her head and her lips moved, like she was whispering it back to herself. "That's sweet, I think? Put that on my birthday card."

"Okay," I laughed.

I began climbing over top of her, barely dodging the cum still pooling on her fur.

"Watch out," she warned.

"I don't care," I said.

Once I got face to face with her, I noticed her blush. I tilted my head at her.

"I'm such a mess," she admitted.

"You're doing fine," I denied.

"No, I mean literally. Can we at least get some tissues or something before we keep going?"

"Sure, I got you," I said.

I took my usual route down the bed. Lois had made me a ladder near one end. It beat my old approach of trying not to scratch up the sheets on the way up or down. This time though, I had to avoid getting any of her cum on the rungs.

I spat out a wad of tissues for her. "So does that mean you're gay for me?"

"No," she denied. "Me? Gay? Never."

"I see," I said.

She started swiping at the cum still clinging to her fur. "I might be a Marion-sexual though."

"Pfff. Are you deflecting with humor again?"

"That doesn't sound like me at all," she said.

I climbed onto her lap. "So you are."

"Yes, okay? This has been so bizarre."

"But you still want to keep going?" I asked.

"Yes! I don't know! Why do I feel tired now?"

"Cause you're a biological guy!

"Uhg!" she groaned.

"Want to kiss until things make sense again?" I proposed.

"We don't have that long."

"We can try." I wiggled my butt.

"Fine. But only because you're so freakin' adorable," she said.

We were snout-to-snout. "Adorable? You should have seen your face," I said.

"Ditto." She pecked my lips.

I pecked her back.

I missed being able to hug her all the way around her back. Best I could do now was hug her face. But I seemed to melt into her again. It felt like we had overcome some sort of obstacle, one that I wasn't sure we'd ever be able to. But that just reminded me we still had a big one left, if it was possible. The difficulty for us to know until we tried made me excited and scared at the same time. For now, I was fine just kissing her.

At least until I got tired of propping myself up. Then I had to roll off of her again just to relax. Lois didn't have to ask why I stopped, she just scratched the fluff on my chest, then petted it flat.

"If we had sex," Lois started, "would you be on top, or would I?"

"I thought you thought about this?" I said.

"More the size component, less the mechanics."

"Hmm, well, I'd just be staring at your belly from missionary. It wouldn't be very romantic."

"And I don't think going from behind would work very well," she said.

"Unless you bent me over the bed! But I kind of want to see you when you pop my, uh, when it happens," I faltered.

"If it happens."

"No, you know what? It'll be fine," I decided.

"You think so?" Lois said, surprised.

"Because I'm realizing that it'll probably still feel pretty good to rub our bits together, even if you don't fit," I said in detail.

"Hm. You sure you don't have journalism powers too?"

I ignored her tone. "Just picture me on top of you, squishing your kitty dick against me. We're desperately grinding on each other like it's the end of the world."

"I take it all back," Lois said, just as sarcastic.

"The candles are lit. The moon is shining. The stars? Twinkling," I emphasized.

"Oh, and we howl each other's names as we both reach our peaks simultaneously," Lois adds.

"Now you're getting it," I said.

Lois nodded, eyes looking elsewhere. "You're right. It's going to work perfectly, and it won't be awkward at all. And no one in the boarding house will hear us. And it won't be annoying trying to clean up."

"Lois, it doesn't need to be perfect."

"I know, I know," she said.

"Can we just have fun?" I said.

The bobcat's expression softened. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be such a downer."

"No, it's good we talked about it," I said. "Are you still in the mood, then?"

"It's possible," she said. Her half-closed eyes and partial smile said something else.

"Mmm-hmm. Let me suck your dick."

"Again?" she asked.

"Are you complaining?"

"No," she decided.

I flipped around on her belly and knelt down in front of her junk. She wasn't showing heavily anymore. Just the tip of her penis poked through her swollen sheath.

"Are you raising your tail for a reason?" Lois asked.

"I don't know, are you a Marion-sexual?"

"Yes?" she said.

"Yes," I confirmed.

While I went low, rubbing her balls and sheath, Lois started getting her paws on me. She teased my thighs, pulled my tail back. Her thumbs were brushing my butt, getting towards the heated part between my legs. Before long she was rubbing my folds, spreading them, grinding her thumb between.

Once the first inch of dick her became exposed, I sucked down again. I felt her sheath kiss my lips. Her tip pressed insistently on my tongue, then on the back of my month. I couldn't make room for all of her cock in my maw as it kept growing steadily. I took hold of her dick and tried licking her up from her sheath, feeling her barbs rub my tongue the wrong way. It didn't feel as bad as I expected.

Lois inhaled through her lips behind me. "That felt interesting."

"In a good way?" I asked.

"In a very good way."

"Naughty cat."

"You know it, nutjob," she murred.

She was fully erect again. I gripped the base of her dick to lick and suck on her tip as precum leaked out. It didn't taste good, but I didn't really care. I was too distracted by the feeling of her paw massaging my clit. She seemed to know exactly which buttons to press, even though I barely did. I was practically on edge again.

"Are you ready to try?" I asked. I looked back at her, her paws still on my butt.

She nodded, lips closed.

"I'll take the lead, then," I said.

"Just go slow," she advised.

Sometimes I hardly noticed how much bigger Lois the Bobcat was than Marion the Squirrel. Now she seemed huge. Trying to straddle her hips, I wasn't sure I could spread my legs far enough. But as it turns out, I could rest comfortably while still kneeling on her legs.

Her cock stood tall in front of my crotch. I grabbed her dick and compared our sizes. Her warmth radiated through my belly fur.

"How am I going to fit all that?" I said.

"First things first, babe."

"Good idea."

I lifted myself up a bit, enough for me to start to touch my petals against her. I scooched even closer until I was pressing her right against my labia. I fapped her off for a few strokes, the back side of her dick held to my belly.

"Jeez, you're a furnace down there," Lois said.

"You're pretty freaking warm too."

I didn't waste any more time. Sliding up a few inches, I felt her spines start to grind against my inner labia and my clit. The rough texture was strangely stimulating, bordering painful. The only thing stopping pain was how freaking wet I was getting.

Being horny couldn't have felt more different than when I was a regular guy. This was so much more open, more exposed, like I was missing something. Whatever it was I felt when on that first orgasm, I wanted to feel that again.

But just as I was enjoying the feeling of her spines and the rest of her smooth length, my calves were burning. No one bothered to tell me sex was a workout. I had to slow down, rest myself on her lap.

"What's wrong?" Lois asked.

"Nothing, I'm just tired. I'm basically doing squats here."

"You know you're talking to a cat who could probably lift twenty of you?"

Lois put her paws on my hips, sitting up. "Now try?" she said.

I murmured happily. "Much easier."

With her help, I was grinding my wetness along most of the length of her penis. The spines grated against my inner lips. Each rock of my hips sent sparks through my body, using enough pressure to sandwich her dick between our furry bellies. With my head pressed against her chest, I couldn't see anything. I kept my eyes closed. All I could feel was Lois, seconds and minutes passing by undetected. I wasn't sure who picked up the pace, but I wasn't complaining. I wasn't sore or tired yet. I wanted to feel more.

"Mmm, Lois?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to try," I said.

Lois didn't say anything but nodded. Her expression said plenty.

She still held my hips, but she didn't guide them. I put myself above her, holding her dick with nervous paws. I knew where my flesh gave way to a tunnel, I just had to get her length pointed to it. Even though I wanted to get this part over quickly, I didn't want to miss. I couldn't think of anything more awkward.

Eventually, I calmed myself enough to hit the mark. Like her finger teasing my vagina earlier, I was tantalizingly close. Lois found her voice.

"Easy, just grind down," she encouraged softly. "You got it, babe."

I did get it. Her tip slid past my lips. I wiggled, easing myself down by rocking my hips forward and back. But I wasn't "easing" anything. It was difficult, and I was barely getting anywhere. I clutched at her fur harder than I meant to. So much of her insisted on staying outside of me, making me grunt.

"Relax," Lois told me. "Marion, look at me, would you?"

Stopping my rocking, I did look up.

"It's okay. I don't care how much you fit."

I nodded, wanting to believe her.

Lois scooched us closer, our bellies close to meeting. I lowered myself down again, but this time I didn't try to go down as far as I could. Instead, I tried to stay relaxed. I welcomed the feeling of her spines sliding tight inside of me. Even though I only seemed able to take her tip, I was getting filled. Feeling her dick slide out was a relief from the pressure but not from the horniness. I had to keep moving. I let Lois guide my hips back down, closer to her lap.

In spite of everything, I really wanted to take all of her. Her dick was warm, satisfying. Even if it would be uncomfortable, knowing if we were a complete match would be incredible. But that seemed impossible now. Every small thrust of my hips took another millimeter of her length, but there was too much of her. Still I accepted that. Her spines scratched an itch buried deep in me. Purrs lulled me into a gentle rhythm, like a vibrator for my whole body. Her paws held me tight.

"Easy," Lois murmured.

I put my head against her chest. My head was moved by her throat rumbling away. I could close my eyes, feel my pussy first stretch, first at my lips, then deeper inside me. By the time I was as far as I could go down, I would sometimes shudder, mimicking her purrs. I couldn't tell how much of her I was taking anymore, but it felt like plenty.

Even if I couldn't take all of her, I wanted her to cum. I didn't care about the messy stuff itself, but her orgasm. I wanted to know that I could give her relief, even with our obvious differences. We would be compatible. I would be fine to have her cock slather my insides, feel her cum drip out of me, foreplay wouldn't be all we ever had.

"You're so freaking--" Lois groaned. She cut herself off.

"Tight?" I finished.

"You don't mind?" she asked.

I didn't bother stopping my hips. Half of Lois's dick was crammed inside of me at the closest points in our humping. I struggled to keep a level tone. "If you don't mind being called huge."

"Oh no," she complained, not wanting to smile. Her paws pet my sides, still helping me drive down onto her.

"Love you, kitty."

"I love you too."

The repetitive movements brought me closer to comfort, but it was never something that I could get used to. Her dick would twitch or pulse inside of me, stirring around. I would clench, relax in response. For me, it was a slow burn; it didn't feel like I was building towards a climax. I know I could have rubbed my clit while we did the deed, but I didn't want to complicate things. I kept my paws on Lois. I was here for her. I enjoyed her pricks sliding along me, a constant shower of easy pleasure that deafened my other senses. It was more than enough for today.

Lois's words came slow, as absorbed in the act as I was. "Did you want me to make a mess in you?"

I bit back a smile, wondering what the angels would think now. "I don't mind either way."

Lois just chuckled to herself. Her throat buzzed, purring nonstop.

We really were over the deep end. Even with the absurdity of everything that happened, riding Lois still made me want to beg and moan with my tongue lolled out. I huffed in the scent in her fur, feeling her dick flex inside of me as I collapsed my head on her chest further. Her head was on top of mine, biting back some sort of vocalization. Her pawtips dug into my fur, still doing most of the work to keep us moving.

We weren't moving much faster, but every time I took all of her that I could, she would keep me there for a split second. My arousal would be squished out, and it would drip down her penis and soak into her sheath. She savored each drive into me, where she could feel as much of her rod being squeezed by her boyfriend as possible. It was getting really slick at this point. In retrospect, it was all so obviously loud. And I really should have grabbed more tissues.

Our movements were getting tiny and close. Lois's dick didn't give me any room to breathe, wedged deep in me like this. Her paws touched my back, my butt, but always maintaining the small thrusts into me. She resorted to soft feline murrs, tapping into the pressure building between us.

"I'm going to cum again," she whispered.

"Good kitty," I said.

This time I didn't get to watch her when it happened; I got to feel it. Her muscles were tensing, holding me against her. My tired legs moved quickly, edging her closer and closer. Soon she wasn't just hugging me, she was holding me down, as gently as she could, as I held her rod. I wondered if it had happened. I always thought you could feel the cum as it shot up into you, but I didn't. I thought she might cry out, but noise worries or general shyness left her sighing into my fur.

Instead, I felt how the rest of her body had reacted. It might have been my imagination feeling her dick pulse. But her heartbeat pounded, blocking out the purrs. Her legs stretched out behind me, digging her back paws into the blankets. For many seconds, she held me like that. Finally, most of her body relaxed. She let me go on her lap, petting my back with her still buried inside me.

"Can we just stay like this?" Lois sighed.

"Don't want to see what you did back there?" I asked.

"Definitely not. Too weird."

"We should do it again sometime," I proposed.

"Dog yes," she agreed. "Wait, this was stupid risky. How are we ever going to find the time in a crowded house to do it again?"

"We'll have to find a way," I said. That was a problem for another, hornier day.

I took myself off of her penis and made Lois lie down so I could lie on her. I didn't look down at myself. I didn't want to know what happened back there either.

At that moment, Sasha knocked on our door and instantly poked her head in. Her sing-song voice tore us from each other. "Are you two done? We have a new tenant you have to meet!"

She closed the door.

I choked. "Wait, how long was she there?"

Lois shook her head and scoffed.