If she had the chance
Ain felt kind of pathetic. She thought she should be getting used to the quiet Friday nights by now; she broke up with Kerri two months ago, and she'd spent a lot of time alone since then. She lost contact with a lot of friends while they were together, but she told herself she'd always have Kerri. Now that forever was over, it was taking her a long time to start her own life over again, and she spent many nights like tonight at home alone.
The apartment felt much sparser than it really was right now. She had closed the windows for privacy, and hadn't bothered to turn on most of the lights. A bit of warmth seeped in from the hall light, but the only other light was the cool flickering of the monitor that made her faint desert fur look colder than usual. Her lazy slouch at the computer chair made her look even smaller than usual; she had a small, svelte fennec figure, and she was so tiny that when she curled up you could almost lose her.
She had been clicking away while you ogled, and her browser was on its way to filling up its tab bar with new favourite smut. Bored and horny, she had decided it was the perfect night to spend browsing FurAffinity and getting herself off. Her pants were already sitting open, showing just a glimpse of her pink striped panties underneath her fingers. Her fingers were lazy, unmotivated; nothing had captured her imagination quite enough yet tonight.
A smile appeared on her face as she opened another picture. This was an artist she'd never seen before, but the picture seemed to come right out of the monitor. The brown cat (Mocha) leaned away from the screen; her pussy floated like an invitation to do whatever she could imagine. It was blatant, "porny", something that usually never did it for her. For some reason, it fired her mind like nothing else had that night.
She slipped her hand under the paisley hipster scarf that covered her small chest, over the blue buttoned shirt, to spread her hand around her breast. Fantasy crystallized in her mind. The things she'd do with her if she had the chance...
"Oh? What would you do with me?" Ain's huge fennec ears perked up, then flattened back against her skull. She looked over her shoulder, left and right, as though there was someone else Mocha could be talking about. "Yes, you. Come on. I want to hear."
Ain was having trouble thinking. She should be scared out of her wits (and she was), but more importantly there was a hot woman who wanted to have sex with her right now. She had no idea why she was there or what to do. The instant her fantasies got anywhere near reality they disappeared as though someone poked them with a pin. She would have to think this through. How would she end up having sex with Mocha?
"Well..." she stuttered, then took control of her voice. "I guess we'd have to start by going somewhere?" Her voice raised at the end as she reached the question mark she hadn't intended, then grew little wings and fluttered away from her throat, leaving her speechless for another moment. In her head she had a whole scenario-chance meeting on the street, a walk in the park, lunch, red sheets with roses and candles-but the gold turned to lead the instant it crossed her lips and she couldn't force anything else out.
That obviously wasn't what Mocha was expecting, and after a moment's silence Ain managed to sputter out that she wanted backstory. Mocha thought about this for a moment before finally telling her that, "I want sex." She took a step forward, starting to bend over. "Your pussy looks delicious, Foxy." Her eyes flashed up to hers. "Do you like oral?"
Ain wasn't impressed. "Haven't you ever read an erotic story? It doesn't start with sex. You have to build up to it. The characters have to do something, you need sexual tension before you get started."
Mocha tensed her back with her arms behind her, pushing her breasts forward as obviously as she could. "Okay. I'm tense. You're sexy. There we go, come on."
She didn't understand why Mocha didn't get this. If she was going to have sex with Mocha, there had to be a reason and a way for it to happen. It had to make sense. This was important. She didn't just walk up to someone, say "A slash S slash L" and then hardcore sex them up. That's not how her life worked. "No! It has to be realistic."
Mocha shrugged dramatically, which only drew Ain's attention to her breasts. Her eyes snapped to her, wherever she tried to look. "Your fantasies are boring."
Boring as it was, Ain was apparently entitled to her way. They left. As they walked out, Mocha said, "Didn't this story start with you jilling off, anyway?"
"That's not sex, it's character development. And- are you even wearing anything?"
"Why should I? I thought we were having sex, not getting married. Are we really going through all this before we get to it?"
"Is this my fantasy or yours?"
Mocha rolled her eyes. "Okay. But if I don't get any I'm blaming you."
They walked in silence for a bit. Ain felt increasingly awkward, like she should say something or do something-anything-except what Mocha wanted. Mocha was either oblivious or didn't care, and waved to the people staring at her or struck a pose for oglers. The walk to the bus stop felt endless, and Ain's cheeks burned with the ridiculousness of what she was doing. She sighed and leaned back against the pole to wait for the bus. Maybe she would figure out what to do when she got there.
Her mind was wandering enough that she didn't even notice Mocha coming up to her until her chest was almost touching. "Mocha...?" Mocha grinned and gave her a look as if to tell her to shut up. A hand fell down to rest on her thigh; her other arm settled over her shoulder, keeping the slightest distance between them as her head came near. Mocha touched her nose to Ain's. She let her tongue draw over her muzzle in what was only just barely not a kiss, and time stopped. Ain's body froze utterly; her ears perked so high they might have taken off; her eyes grew two times; her heart beat so loud she was sure Mocha could hear it, and her clit let her know she approved.
Time creaked back into motion as Mocha's fingers played inside Ain's thigh, moving like in slow motion through the thick air. She squirmed, putting her arms around Mocha as much to stabilize herself as to feel her. Mocha smiled and bent her muzzle down to Ain's neck-bending her knees slightly to reach, Ain was so short-and touched her teeth to her skin. She froze again for a moment before she began to melt, her tiny fennec muzzle hanging open in an expression of utter pleasure. She might have melted all the way down the pole if not for the exhaust that came between them, announcing the bus's arrival.
Ain's mind was in such a whirl she barely noticed as they got on, and the next thing she could register was Mocha sitting on her lap on one of the seats. A kiss straightened her mind out again. She lifted the arms that sat limp at her sides, curling them around Mocha's back. She closed her eyes. She felt Mocha's fingers fumbling at the buttons on her shirt, then brush across her chest as she opened up the shirt. "I love your tits..." Mocha whispered. She cupped one of her small breasts in her hand, caressing with her fingers.
Ain shrugged her shoulders back to let the shirt slip down her arms. It pooled around her on the seat. Ain kissed again. She kept her arms loose to let Mocha reach over to her bra; in a second that was gone too, and Mocha was back to kissing along her neck. Her fingers worked her way down to the buttons on her pants. Ain was still so stunned she could barely think, as much as she loved every bit of Mocha touching her. Her arms stayed loose around Mocha's back; she could barely will them into moving, and didn't even notice how Mocha took off her pants and panties without standing up. A shiver shook her entire body when Mocha settled her body back against hers, breasts grazing against her shoulders.
It was right as Mocha kissed her again that the bus announced their stop. She got up almost automatically, even though she could still feel the warmth of Mocha's lips on hers. Her mind was still drowning as they stood at the entrance of the park. She must have said something, though, because she found herself walking aimlessly forward along the path. She had no idea how things had spun so far away from what was right, or why she couldn't even seem to do mindless sex.
Mocha wasn't nearly so conflicted. She shamelessly copped a feel and settled her hand on a breast under the scarf, the only thing Ain was still wearing. "I like the look of that tree over there."
"Too stereotypical." Her mind tried to force itself above the surface. She knew she could get this back on track. "Let's do-" (bad choice of words) "Let's get-" She looked down the path. "Let's get lunch," and dragged Mocha to the hot dog stand ahead of them.
She panted, as much from the effort to maintain some illusion of her predestined plan as from dragging Mocha along. "Okay," she said with halting breath. "What" (she let her breath catch up with her) "What do you want?" She had a moment of silence to appreciate how bad her wording was.
That was an invitation Mocha couldn't resist. She was tired of waiting and eager to get back to business. She leaned onto the counter with crossed arms; one leg kicked at the ground, while her tail shamelessly lifted up. "I know what I want. Come on, Foxy." Her tail curled just a bit, making a path straight to her goal.
"Um." Ain stood rigid, her clit again signalling her approval. Mocha had no intention of letting her dither her way out it, however. She turned back and snatched her arm, dragging her forcefully over; she planted her right behind her. Her head looked back at her with a seductive expression; she blew a strand of hair out of her face, then asked, "Come on... please?"
She couldn't say no. She splayed her left arm across Mocha's back while the fingers of her right hand spread around Mocha's pussy. They lay to either side of her lips at first, just to take in the feeling of her fur. Mocha purred in appreciation, then shivered as the tips of Ain's fingers settled around her clit. She rubbed slowly, one finger on each side.
Mocha moaned in a low voice halfway to a purr. "Mm... a little lower." Ain's fingers followed easily, sliding through the slick fur. "You're wet," she whispered, leaning forward. Her fingers teased at her lips before pressing in. She started slow, but Mocha's eager voice drove her faster and, before long, she was thrusting deep.
Mocha started to moan something, but Ain cut her off with a light nip to the neck. Her neck froze. She giggled breathily. "Mm... harder, Foxy. I like it rough." Just hearing it made Ain shiver, and she had to force herself back in motion to bare her teeth again. She nibbled again, harder; she moved up and down her neck, biting sometimes harder and sometimes softer.
"That's- good," Mocha moaned. "Can you- another- finger?" she managed to squeeze out of her throat. Ain smirked. She could feel how tense Mocha was underneath her; she was obviously close to the edge of orgasm. She pulled her fingers back out, then penetrated her again with three fingers. She thrust steadily, rhythmically and strong. When she felt Mocha tensing she nipped again, hard.
Mocha yelled something wordless. Her pussy squeezed Ain's fingers hard, again and again. Ain kept her teeth at Mocha's neck as she came. Every tense movement of Mocha's body rippled through to Ain's; her whole body tingled just from being so close to that intense energy. She kept her hand moving until she felt Mocha's pussy finally slow down. She let her down slowly, pulling her fingers out only after Mocha finally relaxed. Ain lay her body down on Mocha's back, and her head collapsed next to her.
Somehow they managed to actually buy hot dogs and make it all the way to a bench without any sex breaking out. Ain was eyeing her veggie dog suspiciously, while Mocha pretended to fellate hers. "Hey Ain. Ain. Hey Ain! D'you see what I'm doing?"
"Yes. I see what you're doing." She rolled her eyes so hard she nearly lost them.
"C'm_on_. Isn't it funny?"
Ain looked at her sideways, trying very hard to look serious while a smile was at the risk of ruining her image. "Oh, come on. You're out with a girl, right?"
She giggled. "Afraid it's going to get more play than you?"
Ain hesitated for only a second. "Screw this." She looped a finger into the ring on Mocha's collar and yanked her head over. Letting go of the collar, her hands settled on her head instead and pushed her down her body. Stunned, Mocha went along with it. She tumbled down off the bench until, sitting up again, her muzzle settled by Ain's thighs. She looked up at Ain, who nudged her head towards her pussy again.
She kissed her thigh, and felt the hand relax on her head a little. She kissed again and again, bringing herself closer until her nose touched against her pussy lips. Ain shivered when Mocha's whiskers trailed against her thighs. She closed her eyes, and brushed her lips against Ain. She gave a slow, soft kiss before poking her tongue out. It teased just at the entrance to her pussy, pulling out to run by her lips again.
Ain moaned appreciatively. Her back stretched out agains the back of the bench in relaxation, and her fingers spread through Mocha's feathery hair. She opened her eyes to look down-and noticed their audience. A cop was standing just a few feet from the bench, face twitching back and forth between anticipation and some vague idea of duty. It was obvious he wanted an invitation.
Apparently turning down a policeman was a bad idea, and before long they found themselves in the back of a police cruiser. Mocha looked up at the glass separating them from the cop, down at the handcuffs, then at the lack of seatbelt. She smiled, and narrowed her eyes. "Let me finish up."
Ain lay across the seats, back up against the door. Mocha kneeled forward, her arms crossed against Ain's stomach. With her wrists bound she could barely do more than stroke her fingers through her fur, but Ain hardly needed the distraction as soon as her tongue flattened against her clit again. She closed her eyes and sighed, then let out a high-pitched squeak as Mocha's curled tongue slipped under her hood to reach the tip of her clit. Her body tensed and squirmed; her handcuffs made a little clicking where they rattled against the window.
Mocha grinned. "You like that?" she said, muffled by Ain's fur. She flattened her tongue out again, running it flat against her pussy, teasing against her lips. "Ooh, god, Mocha..." she moaned. "Mm, up a little..." Mocha looked up her body, at her flushed face through her heaving breasts. She smiled and muttered "I can do better than that..." She curved her tongue against her hood; her tongue moved up and down, in circles. She pressed down as she neared the end of her hood. She heard Ain moan each time she gave a little pressure, and teasingly lifted her tongue just a little each time.
Ain breathed in fast pulses. She knew her release was coming soon, desperately soon. She moaned out, "I'm going to cum, Mocha, I'm gonna-", cut off with her muzzle too tense to talk, jaw set in iron. Mocha pushed her face in deeper, massaging the very tip of Ain's clit with the tip of her tongue. She rolled her tongue harder now, keeping it tight against her clit almost constantly, lightening the pressure only to dip down again after. As soon as she did she could feel Ain tense beneath her, and she moaned out loud, "Nnh, I'm coming- I'm coming, Mocha-" The words dissolved entirely, her fingers gripping tight to nothing, her whole body squeezing tight. Mocha kept her face pressed into Ain's pussy as she came again and again, until her body finally stopped moving and she slumped back exhausted.
She was so blissed out that the next few minutes went by without her noticing. Her vision was mostly filled with pink clouds with hearts and flowers and fluffy kittens. She remembered Mocha cuddling up to her on the back seat, then nothing until she found herself sitting in a solitary jail cell. She sighed in total happiness, and leaned back against the wall on the tiny cot to think about what just happened. She crossed one arm behind her head, and dropped the other hand to the mouse.
And you know what? She was going to +fav that picture after all.