A Perfectly Imperfect Day
(C) Bahumat, 1999. All rights reserved; publication inquiries can be forwarded to [email protected]
This story at time of submission being over 5 years old, I won't pretend this is anywhere near my present calibre of work, but I hope it's enjoyed. Features consentual sex, manual sex, oral sex, between a male coyote and a female zebra, with some drama and romance in there for good measure. If you're under 18, you can't read this. Stop now. No really. Your parents will catch you and call you a filthy furry faggot animal fucker or something like that. The rest of you over 18, enjoy.
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A Perfectly Imperfect Day
Written By Bahumat
Roake pressed the doorbell, listening to the insistent chime of the doorbell. He took a quick look at his reflection in the window. Short, scruffy, with a few stray hairs, and small tufts peaking from the corners of his coyote ears. His coat was fluffed and clean for once, mottled brown, yellow, and black, with a few faint patches of white. He was of medium build, with a short, thick tail, and long hairs trailing from it. He impatiently smoothed down his hair, and tried to hide his eagerness.
A figured materialised in the frosted glass, then the door swung open. Roake found himself staring into a gorgeous blue set of eyes, framed by the delicate stripes surrounding her eyes. Her eyes were perhaps her only attribute that could be described as gorgeous. Her face was plain and grooved, seeming aged beyond her young ages. Her body was thick, her frame and hips too wide to ever be described as beautiful. Her dense, striped fur resembled felt, and her snout and nose dominated her face. An only average looking zebra, but Roake smiled as soon as he saw her.
"Um, hi Susan. Are you ready to go?"
Susan smiled back at him, and opened the door wider. "Sorry Roake, not yet. C'mon in. I'm just getting my things together. Have you seen the weather report?"
Roake followed her into the hall, as she searched for a towel from the cupboard.
"Yeah, but twenty percent chance of rain sounds like good odds. We'll grab an umbrella at the beach anyway. Feel like swimming?"
She answered absently, over her shoulder, as she rummaged through the dresser drawers in her room. She pulled out a generous one-piece suit, a soft rose-color. She pulled out another, more daring two-piece, with a leopard-furry print. She held both up to him."You bet. Which one?"
She held the rose suit up to herself, then the leopard-spotted one. The rose suit looked nice, but the leopard print... He burst out laughing, at the odd combination of zebra stripes and leopard spots.
"It clashes." Roake managed to say, trying to get his laughter under control.
A hard glint entered her eye, and she picked up the rose suit. Then she looked at him, still biting his lip, and smiling, and back to the suit. Her mouth broke into a smile, and she nodded agreement with him.
They finished packing quickly, and climbed into Roake's car, a small sedan of dubious mechanical abilities. He started it up, and pulled out, merging into traffic on the freeway. He rolled open the windows, letting the breeze blow through their fur.
"So where's the folks, Susan?" he asked, signalling a left.
"They're out of town for the night, visiting friends. So I got left all by my lonesome."
"Oh really?" He asked slyly. "A young fur left all by herself, overnight? Vulnerable to whatever lurks in the dark?"
"Don't get your hopes up, Casafur." She said seriously. Then she leaned over and kissed him on his whiskers, to lessen the sting.
"The things I put up with..." he said good-humouredly.
"...for a piece of tail?" She responded, and laughed, as she gestured to a road sign saying 'Jran Beach: 5 Kilometres.'
Roake followed the turn, nearly getting distracted by Susan's hair, moving the wind. The other furs could say what they like, and while they were at it they could go to hell. Susan was pretty enough for him, and more than just physically.
They pulled into the beach drive, curiously empty for the weather. Susan groaned, and pointed to a sign; 'Beach Closed'. Roake followed her hand, and swore. "Damned Riptide!" They gazed longingly at the dolphin furs swimming far out to sea, rolling and playing in the waves.
They pulled away from the beach, and drove back toward the highway.
"Want to pick up a drink or something, Roake? My treat."
Roake nodded, and pulled off the highway to a side-road. They followed a series of signs, and picked up a few bottles of pop at a gas station, along with fuel. Roake added the bottles to the basket of food in the trunk, and climbed back in.
They drove along the back roads for about twenty minutes, until a sudden bang and lurch brought the car to a skidding stop. Roake's ears went straight back as he realised what had happened. "Great! A flat tire! What else can go wrong?" he growled. As if to answer, a peal of thunder rolled in the distance.
They got out of the car, and Roake went to inspect the wheels. A front driver-side flat.
"Might as well get out the picnic basket, Roake. Looks like we'll be here for a while."
He nodded absently, handed her the hamper, and rummaged through the trunk, coming up with the jack for the car. As he grunted and swore under his breath, Susan took the basket and walked off the road. She didn't think they could have picked a better spot for a picnic; sixty yards off the road, the woods opened up into a lightly sloping meadow, framed by the trees on all sides, with scattered boulders poking through the rich grass. I small stream ran through the lower edge, with small fish darting like metallic slivers. It was quiet and secluded, with a few butterflies flitting along with the wind. She spread the blanket and laid out in the sun, to enjoying the warm rays on
her fur.
Nearly an hour later, the tire was changed, and Roake was frustrated. He had dirt and oil all over his fur, and dust all over his back. It intermingled with his sweat, making small rivulets of mud on his fur. He angrily threw the jack and useless tire into the trunk, and slammed it shut. Muttering under his breath, he followed Susan's tracks to the glade.
He stepped through the trees, and stopped, taking in the glade. He inhaled deeply, his nose picking up Susan's scent, as well as the smell of the meadow. She was laying down on the hillside, in her bathing suit, sunning herself languorously. He padded over to where she lay, and sat in the
short grass, surveying the meadow. "Nice call, Susan. I like it."
She raised her head and nodded, then looked him over and wrinkled her nose. "See that stream over there?"
He looked it over and nodded.
"Use it!" She fell over laughing.
Roake growled playfully, then stood up, and said: "Well, I think it's only diplomatic that I share that pleasure..." He bent down and scooped her up, and tossed her over his shoulder. She yelled and pounded on his back, as he ran to the stream. He ran in up to his waist, then tossed her in, splashing satisfactorily. She came up gurgling, then glared and leaped at him, tackling him into the water. It was his turn to come up sputtering.
They played in the water for a while, then Susan pronounced Roake 'as clean as mutt's ever get', which earned her another dunking. They climbed out, and Roake stripped off his wet clothing, down to his underwear, and changed into his swimming trunks. "Of course, you think of this NOW..." was Susan's comment, as she brushed out her mane.
They dried off, then set up their food and blanket under a tree. They ate amiably, discussing inconsequentials and plans for the rest of the summer. Susan was headed to college, and Roake was torn between another year of college, or the option to go to university. "So where will that leave us, Roake?"
Roake sat silently for a moment, thinking. "Where does it leave us, Susan? We've been going out for two months now, and we've yet to be intimate. I don't mind that, I've told you you're worth the wait, and I mean it. In two weeks, you're back to college, and I can choose college, or take the offer from the out-of-state university. And if I do, we're not going to have
any time for each other."
Susan nodded sadly, then curled up to him, and laid her head on his chest. "Roake, do you know why I started going out with you?" she asked, her snout nuzzled into his chest.
Confused, he shook his head. "No, you caught me by surprise, when you asked me out."
"Because of who you were, how you acted. How you didn't give a damn what the others said. I know what they think of me, just another plain-jane zebra. I've heard a few of their comments, behind my back. And a few to my face, too."
"You were the only fur who bothered to look past my body, my face." She said, gesturing to her body. Her lips trembled. "You were the first to make me feel like I was beautiful. Desirable, even. Roake, why did you go out with me?"
Roake took a deep breath. "At first, just because you asked. I was curious. Then, I got to know you, and like you said, saw past your body, and saw who you were. And I liked what I saw. I've heard what other furs say about you too. And what they say about me, for going out with
you. And you're right, I don't give a damn what they think, because you are the most beautiful fur I've ever known. You are beautiful, and desirable. I know you still don't really think so, but your body is beautiful too."
Susan smiled slowly, her face approaching radiance to Roake. "Why, you certainly know how to make a fur feel good, Roake." She leaned up and kissed him, then leaned her muzzle on his shoulder, and whispered: "I think it's time I returned the favour." Her hand drifted down his chest and abdomen, and encountered his furry sheath.
Roake started in alarm, and grabbed her by the shoulders. "What are you doing, Susan?"
"What do you think I'm doing, Roake?"
Roake shook his head. "I thought you said you wanted to wait until you knew you had found 'the one', Susan."
Susan took his hands off her shoulders, then held his eyes with her stare. "I have, Roake. I love you."
Roake stood bolt upright, his shock registering on his face, then turned and walked away from her a few steps, his back stiff. Susan gaped for a few moments, then felt her bottom lip trembling. She took a step towards him. Please let him not hate me, she thought. Please let it not have been too soon. "Roake?" she asked, her voice quavering. No response. She took another
step, fighting against the silence around her, that seemed to push against her like a physical force. "Roake?" This time, her voice was thick with emotion, and she could feel the tears starting.
Roake whirled upon her, and caught her in his arms. Before she could blink, it seemed, she was being kissed, kissed as she had always wanted, as she had always dreamed. She found her body responding instinctively, her arms wrapping around his torso. His mouth worked against hers soundlessly, before Roake finally broke away. He laid his muzzle against her ear. "I love you
too."
Susan burst into tears on hearing this, and smiled, kissing him passionately on his ruff and cheek. Roake kissed her face, licking away her salty tears, and found them leaking from his own eyes as well. Roake's hands stroked her back and mane, her body melding against his. She kissed him under his chin, then began nibbling his throat lightly. Susan grabbed his shorts, and his throat with her teeth, and pulled him downwards.
He went down on top of her, and kissed her lips again. He pulled his face gently away, and looked into her eyes, a last question in his eyes. She nodded, encouraging him, and he kissed her again. His hands went from her cheeks to her neck, then down her shoulders. He slowly removed the shoulder straps of her swimsuit, and peeled it down slowly, exposing her breasts. They were beautiful, striped like the rest of her body, with jet black areolae and nipples.
He bent down, and began lapping at her right breast, keeping his gaze on her eyes. Her eyes closed slowly, as his tongue worked over her breast, circling and crossing her nipple. He nipped her softly, causing her to start, then began suckling on her erect nipple. He transferred to the other breast, repeating the process, lapping with wide, broad, rough strokes.
Susan closed her eyes and smiled, breathing encouragement. Roake took hold of the swimsuit again, this time with his teeth, and tugged it down softly. Susan licked her lips, her face registering her anticipation. He pulled the swimsuit lower, stopping just above her hips, then raised his head and kissed her breasts again. His hands trailed down her sides, gripping the suit,
and peeling it down her thighs, Susan's slight change in breath all the encouragement he needed.
He slipped the suit off of her, and gazed at her naked sex for a few moments. Her lips were parted slightly, and her thighs quivered slightly, the fur around it coarser and longer then the rest of her fur, and pure white.. He pulled off his shorts, his pink tool showing through his furry sheath. Susan opened her eyes to look at him: A lithe coyote, with that same patchy-colored fur, and piercing eyes she remembered. His sheath wasn't large, the fur around it long and feathery, the pink tip showing from the top.
She kissed him softly as he lowered himself onto her. They manoeuvred a bit, until she could feel his furry sheath pressed against her rapidly-moistening sex. She gripped his head, and pulled him in for a kiss, then whispered: "Now, Roake." which was quickly followed by a "Ah!
Yes!", as he slid in easily. She was loose; being a zebra furry, there was a reason. Roake had seen a few of the males in the change rooms, and their semi-legendary organ sizes; he wasn't surprised to learn that most zebra females were fisted by non-zebra partners.
He pressed in close to her, her smell flowing into his nose. She arched slightly, and moved against him, her arms encircling his back. He moved against her slowly, his tongue working around her ears, then kissing lower to her face, his hands stroking her mane. She sighed lightly, closing her eyes again, concentrating on feeling him against her.
Roake kissed her eyes softly, then kissed her mouth, drawing her tongue into his mouth. His tail stroked against her inner thigh, his hips thrusting lightly, slowly. Lovingly. Susan dozed into a trance almost, enjoying the sensations, as Roake pressed into her, touching her everywhere, kissing, stroking, occasionally licking and nipping. His fingers brushed lightly on her cheek and snout. Roake began working on the front of her throat, nibbling lightly, feeling her pulse quicken under his teeth. Susan's hands encircled his neck, then began stroking the top of his head, lightly stroking his ears.
Roake continued to nibble, one hand trailing from her face to her breasts, tweaking her left breast, encircling her areolae with a furred finger. She smiled and arched her hips slightly, responding to the thrusting within her, and she pulled his head downwards slightly. Taking her lead, he lowered his snout to her bosom, and began stroking the gap between her breasts with his
tongue, drawing an approving sigh from Susan.
He thrust deeply into her, suddenly, making her open her eyes. He continued in a suddenly quicker pace, and she felt a moan building in her throat. Her eyes drifted half-closed, watching the sky through the branches of the tree above, losing herself in his movements and the blue of the sky. His hands drifted lower, gripping her hips, and continued lapping at her breasts, tasting first one, then the other, alternating easily. Susan could feel his knot starting to grow, and she clenched as tightly as she could, in rhythm with his thrusts, squirming with the feel of his rough tongue on her nipples.
Roake moaned, feeling her clenching around his member, and thrust harder, groaning every time she clenched. He raised his head from her breasts, and kissed her hard on the mouth, pushing into her again and again. Susan's breathing came slightly faster now, Roake's panting adding to the excitement, adding to the moment. His hips continued to collide with hers, waves of pleasure building inside him, throbbing insistently. He could feel the pressure withing him building, an insistence from within.
Susan clenched hard suddenly, and the small star within Roake exploded. He howled loudly, as his balls began jerking, his member thrusting as deeply as he could inside her. Susan moaned, feeling his orgasm, the sudden warmth inside herself. Roake collapsed against her, and kissed her softly, panting hard.
When he could talk again, he said: "I'm sorry, Susan. I was too quick...". She shushed him with a touch of her lips on his. "It's alright, Roake... we're here for a while." She kissed him again, then took ahold of his ears, and looked him in the eye, a small smile forming. "You say you're sorry? Why don't you try and make it up to me then?" She grinned at him, her mouth suddenly changing into an O as he pulled out of her, and lowered his mouth to her abdomen. He blew lightly on her belly fur, warming it, then snuggled his snout in it and licked gently.
He nibbled lightly, then worked his way downwards, probing her navel softly with his tongue. Susan's fingers splayed as she squirmed in anticipation, as he pressed on with his muzzle, his whiskers scratching lightly against her skin. He paused at her pubic fur, taking a deep breath, taking her scent. "You know you're glorious, right?" he said. "You smell delicious...". Whatever reply she was about to make was cut off by the touch of his tongue on her mound. She whimpered, as he stroked broadly with his mouth all around her lips, in broad half-circles.
Susan closed her eyes, wishing desperately for his touch inside her, yet simultaneously hoping those broad, rough strokes would never end. He continued, working inwards lightly, yet never quite touching her inner lips with anything more then a flicker. She squirmed more, her breath deepening in desire, but her entreaties fell on deaf ears. Roake continued to stroke widely,
waiting patiently, gauging her breathing.
She grabbed hold of his head, roughly this time, and pressed his snout in. He met her inner lips with a wide, rough stroke, causing Susan to shudder. He lapped slowly, taking his time, watching her move to the touch of his tongue. He worked down to the bottom of her lips, then upwards again, before rewarding her patience with an electrifying stroke on her clit. Susan's legs
involuntarily spasmed as his rough, eager tongue devoured her clit with strong strokes. His hand came up and parted her lightly, then he slipped a furred finger in, adding another, then another.
Susan arched her back, gripping Roake's ears nearly white-knuckled, as she let out a loud gasp, as his furry fingers probed her. He crooked his fingers, sliding in and out easily, as his teeth brushed against her clit, then his tongue, and his teeth again, alternating slowly. At each touch of his teeth, Susan sucked in a breath, her hips and legs beginning to quiver like a plucked string. Susan could feel a tightness, a pressure building inside of her. Please let it come, she begged silently, as Roake's hands worked inside her.
She could feel him drawing it out with his fingers, with those magic strokes of his tongue. She cried out, as he pulled her from the brink, then drove her to it again. He pulled his fingers out suddenly, and spread her widely with both hands. Before she could react, he opened his mouth
and slowly lapped her from bottom to top with the entire breadth of his tongue, dragging his tongue strongly against her. Susan cried out as the knot in her suddenly gave way. Pleasure exploded in her head, and she was beyond herself, her body giving way to waves of pleasure, radiating from her middle, crashing against her brain.
When her eyes uncrossed, she found Roake beside her, cradling her face and nuzzling her with his whiskers. She smiled up at him, then drew his face in for another kiss, one that curled her toes and left her uncrossing her eyes again. A peal of thunder in the distance rolled over them, and a few spatters of rain landed on them. Roake made a move to get up and pack, but stopped as Susan grabbed his wrist with a shy smile.
"Let it rain on us, Roake. It's just water." He smiled as she pulled him down again, the horizon flashing faintly with lightning, just over the horizon.