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>"Ahh... That was great, Anon..."

>You groan as the curvy cheetah saunters away from the bed, her tight ass in those shorts making your boner even worse.

>You weren't prepared for this at all when you used Cupid's bullet on Aki.

>The two of you are trying to move you out of your apartment; it's not an easy task, given that you're a couple floors up and have a pseudo-museum in your room.

>But what makes it worse is the fact your 'helper' hasn't exactly been helping.

>That's not to say that the cheetah has been slacking off -- far from it.

>"Let's do this one next, Anon."

>She's plenty enthusiastic, her spotted tail swishing as you get up with a quiet groan, going to help her with the box.

>It's just that after every single trip down the stairs you make to the cars, she wants to fuck.

>Looking over her again as she walks backwards, you reflect on how not-bad of a thing that sounds like: Aki's got some fine curves that her booty shorts and old t-shirt only accentuate -- though you know the little shelf on her chest is somewhat constrained.

>It still bounces when the two of you go down the stairs, helping your boner none.

>And she's not some nasty dominatrix that whips you or sticks things where they don't belong, but --

>Aki slams the door behind the two of you when you return to the apartment, her heavy breathing not coming from the stairs that nice ass bounced up with ease.

>...she's quite insistent...

>You attempt to ignore her, starting to say something about the next set of shit to move, but she's behind you in a flash, her hands on your shoulders and nose in your hair.

>Her claws dig into you slightly as she sniffs, holding you in place.

>"Ahhh... Anon..." she sighs, "you smell so nice when you work up a little sweat..."

>"That's nice, Aki, now let's --"

>She twirls you around, pulling you close and continuing to smell your hair.

>You ball your fists, trying to force your erection down with will alone as the cheetah slowly makes her way down your body, smelling and nuzzling.

>She purrs when she reaches your stubborn erection, pressing her nose into your groin and pricking her claws into your ass as she sniffs deeply.

>"So that's what smells so strong..." she says, rubbing against you, "You're still a little excited from before, huh?"

>You hold your tongue -- again -- just stroking her ears.

>"Well, I am too," she says, suddenly switching her grip on your hips, "why don't we fix that?"

>"Aaaaaaki!" you yell as she stands, spinning you around in her arms until you're upside down, face to face with a black camel toe.

>"Relax, dude, I'm not gonna drop you," she chuckles, casually shifting her grip to unzip you. "It'll just be real quick."

>She presses her nose into your sack, the way her tongue flicks against you making the member below it pulse even more.

>"...really quick..." she purrs.

>You can feel the heat on your face intensify, the fabric of that toe getting a little darker.

>Dutifully, you slide her shorts down and reveal the pale yellow fur of the cheetah's nethers, already dripping with anticipation, her scent pungent.

>Aki purrs when you press your face between her thighs, bowing them just a little to let you in further. You begin to nuzzle, pursing your lips to kiss her folds, but you know the gesture will end up being token.

>In moments, the panting cheetah, huffing your scent, begins vibrating against you. Her hips are rocking against your face so fast and in such small movements that it's more like pressing your face into a massage chair than eating a girl out.

>It certainly feels good -- you press your face in harder, sticking your tongue out -- and so does the attention she's giving your sack, but you know that it will --

>Aki lets out a deep moan, and your face is covered in squirt as she tightens her hold on you, her legs holding your face in place as the vibrations slow down.

>She bows her legs again and scoops your head between her thighs, gasping with each step as she shuffles over to the couch and sets you down, panting.

>"Mmm..." she groans, flopping down dangerously close to your head, "Thanks, Anon..."

>"...Yeah..." you grumble, zipping your pants back up over your erection.

>You pull yourself up, getting back to the whole 'moving out' thing as best you can with a sensitive, insistent erection flopping between your legs.

>Your issue is not that you and Aki are screwing with every trip. Even if it prolongs the move, it's not like you've got a deadline.

>It's the fact that the cheetah gets off so damn quick.

>She's always been faster than you, but in this context, well, the 'quickies' you two have completely satisfy only one party... and you think she knows it.

>She's up and moving now, having taken her short break to catch her breath and take a drink, but you see that mischievous glint in her eye.

>"Alright, let's do these clothes, pad those delicate things we put in earlier."

>At least those can hide your boner better...

>You're stuck adjusting it through your pocket when you go back up the stairs, letting her go first. Aside from Aki being quite insistent when she's in the mood, she also --

>"Shiiit!"

>You manage to fall up the stairs, and your hands fumble for something to catch yourself with; they find something, and so does your face, but you're not entirely pleased with what it was.

>Aki purrs, grabbing your hands (that are on her hips) and sways her ass back and forth against your face.

>"You could have just asked, Anon..." she says, voice husky.

>She makes sure to trail that spotted tail all over your face when you steady yourself, flying up the stairs ahead of you.

>...In addition to being quite insistent when she's in the mood, it's also quite easy to get Aki in the mood...

>You're theorizing that's why she's been so goddamn horny this whole time. You're sweating and releasing whatever pheromones that she can pick up on and you can't, plus the two of you have been spending time in an apartment that smells intensely like you along with everything in it... it's not hard to imagine.

>What is hard (aside from your dick, still) is dealing with a horny cheetah while you're trying to move out.

>The door is open when you get there, though your yellow succubus is nowhere to be found. You're about halfway done, the main room mostly filled with boxes and your larger furniture, so it's not like she could hide.

>"Aki?"

>"In he-ere!" she calls from the bedroom. "Boxing up the stuff from your desk!"

>You walk in, and... she's sitting on the edge of the bed doing just that, a few drawers next to her and a box in her lap. You quit holding your breath, sighing in relief as you move to help her out by taking out the rest of the drawers.

>After the fucking porn-tier spill you had in the stairwell, you were expecting something else.

>It's only when you cross in front of her that you notice a very important detail: Aki's shorts are lying on the bed.

>With a quick burst of speed, the cheetah has you sprawled out on your back. You blink, finding the view very similar to the one after your little spill -- minus the shorts.

>"There you go, you horny little humie," she chirps as she flops down onto you.

>Your hands go straight to her soft, spotted cheeks, but it only makes her purr and wiggle more on your face, sinking you deeper between them.

>"Now try to -- behave yourself," Aki says, breath hitching, "Someone's got to get this moving work done."

>Ohh, if you didn't have cheetah-butt on your face...

>Nice, soft, cheetah butt...

>Free from the tight, tight shorts that she always wears...

>Your shoves turn to squeezes, and you moan quietly beneath her. Your hips are bouncing of their own accord -- but Aki doesn't notice, merely giggling and shivering atop you, shifting her weight teasingly.

>"You know, you make a terrible chair," she says, lifting up so you can gasp, "Should I beat the lumps out of you?"

>Before you can give an answer, just able to see the slick fur near her front, Aki drops back down. You purse your lips, squeezing her ass and kissing at her depths as you feel her plant her hands on either side of you.

>And then, just as you're getting close, it starts.

>Aki's hips start thrusting from lust as well, but just a little bit faster than you.

>Her vibrating cheeks again feel like some kind of massage device as they gently pummel your face, your nose and lips bottoming out in her crack for a few seconds before the cheetah manages to align things right.

>She lets out a yowling moan when she centers you on her pucker, dropping down further before continuing to twitch.

>With your nose in her scent, her soft cheeks sliding all around your face as you're pinned there beneath her, you almost take your hands off that sweet cheetah butt to jerk yourself off.

>But just as you're about to, Aki stiffens with a series of high-pitched chirps; you can feel the slight dampness on the sheets spreading behind your head when she suddenly sinks down heavily onto you, pressing you deep into the mattress as all 580 pounds of her weigh on you.

>Then you're too busy pushing up at those plush cheeks to get yourself off, having to settle for getting her off again -- literally, this time.

>You manage to get yourself a small airway, though your panting against her fluffy inner cheeks only makes her breath hitch more as she shivers above you.

>"Aki -- please --"

>She slides off of you with a groan, her ass sliding against your face as she scoots off the edge of the bed and slumps to the floor.

>"Anon," she pants, barely giving you two breaths, "Could you get my bottle?"

>You take two more, staring at the ceiling and clenching your fists as your groin throbs.

>"Yeah."

>Getting up from bed without disturbing the boxes and drawers around you is tough, but you manage it. You give yourself a moment or two to let your arousal die down, making it so that you can actually walk without getting waves of sensation down to the soles of your feet.

>Aki's eyes are half-lidded when you give her the water, and she looks up at you with a smile as she sucks on the athletic bottle, her ears slightly flat.

>You're hoping it's that all the action's finally getting to her.

>It seems to be that way as you finish up cleaning out your desk, the cheetah helping with the last few drawers after putting hers back on.

>She's oddly quiet as the two of you take the next load down, just the bare minimum of maneuvering details and what not.

>She rushes up the stairs ahead of you on the way back, though that's not exactly unordinary; the girl lives off being high-speed, no drag, and has taken every opportunity to show you that.

>You can hear her moving boxes and things when you get to your floor... maybe she's actually sticking to the task at hand.

>When you enter the room, it appears so. Aki has moved a lot of the stuff that you'd been staging throughout the kitchen and bedroom to the main room where the entrance is, stacking things so that there's just enough of a path to work with going out.

>"Nice work, Aki," you say, sliding past her. "If we keep pace like this, we should be done by --"

>You catch it this time, your ambush-predator's little trap.

>The couch, once as full of boxes and clutter as any other slightly elevated horizontal surface, has been completely cleared off.

>...And there's just enough room in front of it to work with.

>You try to turn around, grabbing a box with the intention of heading out the door, but Aki has already shut it, tail lashing side to side as those ears start to lay flat.

>"W-what did I do now!?" you ask, just managing to set the box down before the cheetah all but tackles you into the couch, shoving you down into a seat and whipping off her shorts in a flash.

>"You've been swinging around that nice, juicy meat all day," she says, undoing your pants with similar ease.

>"But--"

>"It's not nice to tease," she chides, sitting in your bare lap, a hand already on your member.

>Your eager member that pulses already in her soft paws.

>"Just look at that!" she chides, squeezing you a little before sliding you to her lips, sending shocks down your legs. "You've been hiding this away down there this whole time!"

>You'd explode if she didn't start jackhammering, her blond hair bouncing in your face as your lower half feels like it just got jammed into a light socket.

>The feeling spreads up to your chest as Aki puts those legs to work, slowly creeping down your pole as she bounces with enough speed that you don't mind the fact that she's drenching the cushion. Her pussy is hot enough as it is -- you don't need any extra help from friction.

>The two of you let out moans when the cheetah begins to get your full length, punctuated by her rapid-fire bouncing.

>You laughed the first couple times, the effect startlingly similar to what you'd hear on a bumpy road, but she didn't really like that.

>You press your face into her back, smelling the fabric of her shirt as you do her a favor and hold her tits for her. Even with the extra-secure bra, you know those two kitties are bouncing around something fierce.

>Partially from experience, and partially because you're squeezing them tight enough to make the cheetah let out a piercing chirp of pleasure amongst her groaning pants.

>It all just makes you more excited, and you slowly begin to thrust up into her vibric assault, the sensation unlike anything you could have imagined before her.

>Your head flops back, your lizard-brain taking over. This is going to be it. Finally, after four hours of constant teasing, you're going to --

>Aki freezes on your dick as her walls grip you like a fist, her yowling surely making the neighbors think that you dropped a box on her tail.

>You don't dare move -- you can't, aside from the insistent twitching of your dick.

>Her chest heaves against your hands for a few moments, before she slumps back against you, sighing.

>"That's what you... get..." she breathes. "Now... give me a... minute, and we'll --"

>She lets out one of those cute little cat noises when your hands shift to her hips and grip her tight, lifting her just enough to get leverage.

>"Anon," she pants as you thrust, working with mere centimeters of space, "no, no, no --!"

>You don't stop.

>"Anon!" she says, trying to sound more in control, "not -- yet!"

>She begins pant-moaning again, weakly bouncing in time with you.

>"An--"

>She cuts off into a squeal as you finally get release, all that pent-up seed filling her to the brim as you let out a long, low, grunting moan, settling back into the couch.

>Aki hums as your cock ebbs its last bits of load out, and you feel her twitch in your lap. The two of you sit there for a while, catching your breath.

>Her hair is in your face, and it smells like her tropical shampoo.

>You slide your hands up under her shirt, feeling her bra; she holds the back of your hands, her hum deepening in pitch.

>"It's --"

>You wait a few more seconds for more air; the cheetah's ears are perked.

>"It's not nice to tease."

>Aki, still breathless, laughs.

>"Fuck... You..."

>You laugh back, shifting into a hug.

>"Not... for a while... now..."

>She squeezes your hands, her purring beginning anew.

>"I was... going to finish you... when we were done..."

>"Well, I couldn't wait."

>She bats at your hands, the only part of you she can really reach.

>"Bad -- humie!" she laughs. "You're supposed to -- listen to your anthro!"

>You slide your hands back up to her breasts, feeling her shiver when you squeeze.

>"Maybe if she didn't wear herself out every time, I would."

>Your cheetah tries to growl, but only manages a groan.

>"Fuck... You..."

>You squeeze her again, and she chirps.

>"I'll make you... do it again..."

>You press your face in her hair with a sigh, letting the smell of the tropics overtake you.

>"What a ruthless anthro you are..."

>As she goes back to purring, her hands stroking yours once more, you have to admit;

>Cupid wasn't that bad of a wingman after all.

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