A good night for a cup of tea
Morgan goes home to find respite from their stressful day of work in a cup of tea, only to be surprised by a not-unwelcome visitor.
_What will I savor tonight? _Morgan wondered idly, the lights flashing overhead. They were on their way home from work, on a Magna-Zycle. One of the last remaining forms of transportation that didn't hook into the Interlink, it was their dance with death - in a world that no longer senesced. Even with all the advancements in medical technology made in the past six decades, there is not much to be done about rapid unscheduled deceleration from over a hundred meters per second. Nonetheless, they enjoyed the long way where, to anywhere really. Dancing with death made life exciting. As they slowly neared home, into the woods far east of what became of Portland, the vacuum sealed rails of Interlink curved away into the distance. The light pollution from civilization faded. The flat, neatly maintained roads shifted into rough, gravel tracks through the forest. The only way to tell someone had been here after the unpaved road ended would be the grooves the tires gently pressed the damp understory.
After a long, cathartic ride out of the city, Morgan's cabin appeared through the tree-line. Their cats could be seen waiting for their arrival through the large windows that wrapped around the oddly shaped chalet built partially into the rock. Big, fluffy things they were. Of course, large pets were no longer abnormal - genetic editing made quick work of small cats and big dogs. At a glance, they could be mistaken for lynxes if one's eyes were not careful. Taking a moment to breathe after holding onto the Magna-Zycle with white knuckles through the thick forest for almost an hour, Morgan shifted off the damn bulky thing. As comfortable as riding was, gently gliding over most aberrations underneath, it was hard to not shake like a leaf in the wind after that journey - even if taken most days of the week.
They approached the hidden entrance inside, one wouldn't know where to find the door since there wasn't one until commanded to form an opening. Morgan specifically spent extra to have a fluid glass siding on this face of their hideout. Away from society, away from constant contact with bright lights and floating information flying around, they could sit down and relax. But first, more important things than lounging were at hand. With an exigence at hand, Morgan leapt into the extraordinarily well equipped kitchen to fix up a nice cup of tea. "I don't think today is a day to sneak from the cellar some of the finer tea..." They took a pause after thinking aloud. "Tieguanyin it is, now which type..."
Having sorted it out, they walked back out of the labyrinthine kitchen equipped for a full culinary brigade with a steaming mug of tea. Walking into the cozy den that looked out through the panoramic window, the furs and leathers draped rather haphazardly throughout the space complemented the redwood flooring and walls. The fireplace needed to be lit, but the warmth of eight large felines lounging on various extremities was enough to suffice for now.
Morgan swore to themselves that they've been counting the points on the elk mounting for days now, though it'd been only a couple minutes. Their tea was still much too hot to drink, though by this point its sweet and grassy aroma had filled the space. It was so enticing, all Morgan wanted to do in the world was to lap at the scalding surface. This experience was not uncommon.
Some nights, it was Scotch, all they wished for on those nights would be to put the firewater into their mouth. However, they knew better, Morgan would let the leathery, silky, and smokey scents filter through their senses. Getting to know the notes of a fine whisky was a pleasure second to almost no other sensation. These days, Scotch whisky was nigh impossible to come across. The only way that they had any now was through their inheritance. Kept underground in the deepest part of their cellar, were some of the last drops of Scotch to ever be made. Morgan and their twin sister held close scrutiny to the black market trade of the liquid gold. As far as their sources went, there were two remaining bottles of The Dalmore 108 left. Those were produced centuries ago, the craft being lost to the grave in the crossfire of the Grand Coup. As such, having any in your cellar was considered to be priceless.
As the mug cooled off in Morgan's hand from both the chilliness of the den and an elated tongue lapping away, the room felt cooler and cooler, until it was almost unbearable to sit in the thickly padded old-fashioned leather armchair. It was showing its age, having been passed on in this hidden cabin for generations now. The chalet had been built back when there was no rapid ground-based continental transit. It'd been a comfortable place to spend time in the outdoors for their great great-grandfather. Now, it was a respite from the tiresome linking-in that was necessary for even minimal presence in the city.
Linking-in was the now colloquial term for establishing a connection to the Area Trust & Safety Monitoring System. It allowed CitAdmins to control crime within their limits. One wouldn't be able to enter without getting checked at some point. That didn't stop some people though, hacking ATS was a lucrative business. Crime bosses would pay top dollar for a spoofing implant that would trick ATS to see non-disruptive thinking. That was the business that Morgan was involved in.
Today was a rough day for them, a Yakuza boss from across the big pond needed a fresh chip to get through SafetyNet. She got banned from the Pan-Nihon Net when she was starting out and needed a high quality piggyback job to bypass the mutual blacklisting agreement they had with NeOregon. She was clearly in a hurry, trying to push Morgan's process along with offers of more money. They didn't like the idea of doing any rushed work, especially with someone's neck open on the table, hair-width wires being suspended with magnetic fields and plugged into the sea of displays and machinery in the lab. Although it was successful in the end and they got compensated handsomely, it wasn't without a significant amount of stress more than usual. Typically it was someone looking to purchase contraband on the black market that wanted a chip straight off the shelf - those were much easier, more routine than a piggyback implant.
Now finished with the tea, Morgan looked around, contemplating what to do now. They would be home and away from city life for the next couple of days. Their eyes settled on the lifeless, stuffed mouse over the mantle. The poor thing was the first animal to manage its way into the lodge when Morgan took over ownership. Their reminiscence was interrupted, however, by a dim light in the forest that was progressively growing brighter. Was I supposed to be expecting a guest? They thought silently. Their head was cocked, in the manner of a dog and their eyebrows contorted, fully immersed in worry and confusion.
As the uninvited guest approached and Morgan's worries grew, they started making way to a more private space. That is, until Morgan realized that it was Ylyssa on the foreign cycle. Ylyssa showed up uninvited, but was certainly not unwelcome. She stopped her bike next to Morgan's and made her way to the glass, where a port conveniently large enough to fit her through formed and closed behind her.
"Ylyssa! It's been so long!" Morgan exclaimed, scaring off a couple of the cats.
"Why haven't you responded to any of my messages? Not even a single one? For two months?" Ylyssa's tone strained more with each utterance.
"I'm so sorry, so much has been going on with work, sometimes I forget that I have a life outside of it" Morgan sheepishly replied.
Pushing the not-so-short yet shorter lion into their beloved chair, Ylyssa loomed over them. She looked down into their apologetic eyes and stared while Morgan slowly slid down the side of the chair as their claim on the ground slowly gave out to their weight leaning against the chair. "Don't lie to me. Why haven't you said anything?"
Panicking now, they said "Please I swear, I wasn't trying to ignore you, I had to do a piggyback implant on a Yakuza boss that hopped the pond."
Ylyssa stood over Morgan's pitiful slump on the floor against the chair and just stared at them.
"Please..." Morgan begged and looked up, with their hands on her thighs, desperately pleading for forgiveness.
As if tired of Morgan's sorry state, she lifted them off the ground and pulled them into the bedroom without another word. Unable to get free of her grasp, they gave in to her demands - it wasn't easy to find their cabin, easy to get lost, many roads, many dead ends even if you knew how to get here.
Ylyssa tossed Morgan onto the strangely proportioned and highly oversized bed. "Strip." She ordered.
"Y-yes Ylyssa." Came the meek reply, clearly not wanting to escalate it with her.
She stood there, as they took off their clothes carefully and neatly folded them at the foot of the bed. She thought it was cute but that didn't change her judging facade.
After they finished stripping aside from a simple pair of black panties, they looked up to Ylyssa.
"Lay back and keep your eyes open, I like them. They're pretty." She commanded of them.
She bore down on them and ended up snout to snout with the lion. Much larger in stature, it was hard for the large lynx to not intimidate the lion.
Putting her paws on their shoulders, the bobcat nipped at their neck through their thick, electric blue mane, drawing blood in the process. "So the half-synth DOES bleed." She planted kisses moving lower, past their mane, across their small bosom, down their belly and paused.
"Beg for it." She beckoned along with a motion of her finger, making them squirm under her light touches.
"Please keep going." Whispered Morgan.
"What was that?" She teased them more with pets on their thighs.
"P-p-please k-keep g-going." Morgan stuttered, trying to squeeze their legs together.
"That's better, pet." Ylyssa complied and rubbed against their folds through the now soaked cloth. They were slick to the touch and every touch from the lynx sent jolts of electricity throughout their body. They were seeing white from the teasing, clearly needy from not having any play in the past months.
Nuzzling her snout against their mound, Ylyssa took in the sweet scent of Morgan's slick. Lapping at the folds through the cloth with her broad tongue caused their back to arch and a low moan to escape.
"Heh, you're more tender than I remember" Ylyssa idly commented while licking away at their soaked undergarments that conformed tightly to every petal of their flower and.
She moved the thin black strip of fabric out of way, exposing Morgan's snatch to the open air, before covering their pearl with the loose seal of a feline snout. Gently brushing away the hood with her tongue, she began suckling at Morgan's button, eliciting drawn out mewls and pleas.
"Ylyssa... Please don't stop... Hnnggh..." Morgan let out between desperate gasps for air.
"Now that you say it, now I don't want to keep going." She feigned.
Morgan reached out to try and pull her back in, but she ducked out of their reach. "Please... Don't do this, I'm sorry, forget I said anything."
"Not because you said so though." As she moved back in between the lion's rather muscular thighs and got back to gently caressing their nub. She brought her finger to their lips and traced her fingertip around, teasing and stealing their breath.
She felt them pushing into her face, clearly wanting more. Feeling done with the teasing, she slowly pushed inside their depths, feeling every ridge as she slowly curled and uncurled her fuzzy finger inside. Her motions had a clear effect, Morgan now had their hand on her head holding her in place.
Even though she was physically larger, Morgan still was quite strong. They held her head in place while she worked away at their lower parts.
"Fuck, fuck, I'm so close don't stop doing that... Please don't stop~~" Morgan whined, pitch rising as they were getting closer to their climax, seeing stars in a field of white. They felt the waves of heat washing over them, pins and needles all over. Their ears started ringing and the world faded away in overwhelming bliss. Morgan's legs clamped down on Ylyssa's head, who now found it rather difficult to do her job but was grateful their legs were muffling the sound of their screams as they came.
"OH GOD! I'M COMING!" Were the next words out of Morgan's mouth as they started quivering and shaking all over, their squirts and squelches covering the lynx's face. Morgan was lost in ecstasy as Ylyssa continued her ministrations down below. Wave after wave of their orgasm came and cleared their mind of all coherence as they came down from their peak.
Slowly, as they regained control of their body, Morgan released Ylyssa from the vice grip they had on her head.
"Took you long enough, I was starting to see stars myself." She commented after resting her soft and fuzzy chin between their legs. Her face looked as smug as a well-fed cat. Morgan held that thought for a second before quipping back.
"Not the one that sent me back to Venus, murder-mittens."
They shared a moment of laughter before Ylyssa clambered onto the bed, dragging Morgan effortlessly into the center with her.
As cats do, they settled into a cuddle quickly enough, with Morgan being spooned by Ylyssa. It's rather uncommon to see a lynx larger than a lion, but in this case it wasn't the lion being small. No, Morgan stood at 6'3", well above average for a lion. Ylyssa towered over them at an Amazonian 6'7". Their moments of wakefulness were brief, before the two drifted off into a slumber, far away from the stresses of city life.
It really was a good night for a cup of tea.