ND: Lovegun Rebecca Ending (A Breathtaking Ass)
Story by LiveIron on SoFurry
You decided to use the LoveGun on Rebecca.
Let's see how that went...
>Oh, God
>You regret shooting Rebecca with that magic bullet.
>Not because she's a bad person – quite the opposite – but because you're about to fucking die.
>"Are you ready, Anon?"
>"Y-Yes..."
>No you're fucking not.
>You're staring up at an ass that weighs as much as a small car and is probably just as big, a pair of paws under your shoulders and head cradling you there.
>"Are you sure?"
>God, she's sweet, even if she's about to crush you to death.
>Crush you with an ass that's just as soft as it looks.
>She let you have a little practice run before she got on top.
>"Y-yeah..."
>"Okay..."
>She sounds just as hesitant as you are; you catch a glimpse of her thick tail swishing before her huge, striped cheeks descend, your face pressed in the patch of white fur that glides up from between her legs.
>She makes that cute little 'mmrp' sound when she feels your cheeks pressed against her lower ones and stops, little but her fur pressing down on you.
>"Are you still okay down there, Anon?"
>"Mhm..."
>You nod, feeling her fur glide against your face; it's just as soft as everywhere else, but the extra padding from her butt makes rubbing up against her feel so much softer.
>"I wish you'd put your hands down..." she says, that motherly tone still in her voice, "I don't want to kill you..."
>"Uh-uh," you grunt, shaking your head, feeling the fur and fat press gently against your face as you do so. You glide your hands – your entire arms -- over her cheeks, unable to reach the sides of her hips.
>"I like this..."
>You feel her shudder above you, stifling a cute little noise this time as you try to hug her butt, squeezing despite not getting very far.
>"Kick for me."
>You grunt again, but kick your legs for her as your draw your hands in, squeezing her cheeks up around your face.
>"That's not the sign we agreed on, Anon," the tigress scolds, lifting up, "I'm not doing it if you don't -- Ohh!"
>Rebecca jumps as you headbutt her... well, butt. You use those core muscles to press your head in that white fur, gripping onto her cheeks desperately to keep it there.
>"...You really like my butt, huh...?" she says after a while of letting you nuzzle into it, feeling your face slowly slip between her cheeks. You feel her tail sweep down across your bare back, thick, strong, soft.
>Rather than respond with words, you angle your face to one side and plant a kiss on her inner cheek. She jumps again, unable to stifle the little chirp of surprise -- followed by a chuff of approval.
>"Mmm... okay, fine..."
>The tigress lowers herself back down until your back once more rests on her pawpads, reaching a hand back and prying your face from her ass with a finger -- one that can scarcely reach you.
>"Give me a breath."
>You breathe deep, inhaling her scent; musky, warm, faintly floral but more earthy.
>Rebecca drops down on you the instant your lungs are full, and the once stripey orange, white, and black world above you suddenly becomes simply black as your head sinks between her cheeks.
>Your head isn't crushed as you feared it would be, thank god, but the pressure is immense as she sinks down, squeezing your entire upper body between her ass and footpaws.
>You have to stifle a moan, not wanting to lose any air, any of your precious time down under her. You let your toes curl instead.
>You feel her shudder on your face, the sensation covering all the way back to your ears this time, and her feet flex slightly beneath your head. You try to move your arms to stroke her ass, but you find that they're pinned outstretched to either side, held firmly in place by her soft thighs. Wiggling your fingers does nothing, and the tips are nowhere near the edges of her assprint.
>"You still like my butt?"
>You've got no idea how you can hear her, but you attempt to nod -- and find that you actually can, your face gliding along the soft, white fur that lines the depths of her curves. She shudders again as you slide further between her cheeks, and you feel them begin to lose their give, your nose hitting solid flesh.
>"A-Almost there," you somehow hear her say, "let me -- mm!"
>The whole world shakes and shifts as Rebecca moves above you, grinding her ass on your face; your head is thrown side to side as she shakes, your nose and the rest of your face coming into contact with the bottom of her crack as she slips further down onto your head.
>You struggle to not lose your breath, letting out a few spluttering noises as the short fur tickles your face, the pressure intensifying until your nose dips into a slight hollow. Rebecca lets out a low rumble, and you feel things tighten up around you.
>"Okay... there... now go on, Anon..."
> -- her small giggle melts your heart --
>"Toss my salad..."
>You press your nose up into the slight depression you feel, struggling to try and gain more leverage but finding your head is still the only thing you can move; Rebecca's rumbling purr shifts slightly in pitch, hitching when you press on her pucker.
>Then it deepens as you begin to circle your nose around it, nuzzling into the soft, heavy pressure of her ass.
>Her whole body jolts when you thrust your nose against it, the rumbling hitching again.
>"Enough teasing," she pants -- and you feel her paws clamp down on your hips, her fingers almost touching.
>The titanic tigress drags her ass down your face, centimeter by glorious centimeter, until she feels your nose scraping above her hole rather than in it. Then she drives her hips back and down, pressing it down on your mouth.
>"Toss it... Toss it..."
>You don't need to be able to see to know her tail is lashing side to side.
>You pucker your lips and kiss her pucker, lightly at first then harder. Rebecca jolts again before sinking back down, her hips twitching at your teasing.
>But there's more where that came from; you let loose your tongue, gently flicking it against the folds you feel around her hole, tiny strands of fur tickling it as you go.
>She tastes only of sweat, thank god, the two of you having prepared, though the sensation of her weight on your face is impossible to prepare for.
>By the way Rebecca just barely manages to hold in her moans, trying to press down harder on you, her paw-claws gripping at your shoulders, you suppose your tongue on her ass was more than she was expecting as well.
>You nuzzle in more, angling your head back as much as her heavenly cheeks will allow, and press your tongue flat against her ring, pulling back and pressing again like trying to pick up the seasoning from a chip.
>Now she can't hold in her moans, the sound mixed with a deep rumbling as her claws poke into your back and stomach.
>Your body is the one to go rigid now, and you let out a muffled yelp that she somehow hears from beneath her cheeks.
>"Sorry! Sorry..." she pants, pulling her claws back -- but not her paws, still wrapped firmly around your hips. She presses back and down firmly on your face, your tongue pressed against her hole once more.
>After a second, when she appears to have settled, you begin to lick, dragging your tongue along her crack, pressing the tip against the slight divot of her pucker whenever you pass it by.
>Rebecca hums, and you feel her shift overhead, her hands leaving your waist and her weight seeming to increase as she sits up, pressing down further. Little twitches of her hips and feet guide your tongue back to her hole, and the insistent pressure and grinding tells you she's ready.
>You swirl your tongue in your mouth, letting the taste of her roll around as you get your tongue coated, and then --
>Oh fuck.
>You're out of air.
>You are going to die.
>You press up at the tigress' cheeks in a panic, trying to pull your head back, but your arms are just as trapped as they were before, your head pressed firmly against her ass by her paws.
>You splutter, dead air escaping your lips and flowing across her sensitive depths, making her growl and push down even harder. All you suck in through your nose and mouth is fur and flesh, your wife taking it as more teasing and grinding into it.
>You remember the sign you agreed on, and kick your left foot three times.
>Rebecca stays seated.
>You do it more frantically as you try to yell with empty lungs, but your movements are already growing weak, your head feeling light.
>You stop your struggles, stop everything and try to relax as everything fades, the sounds of the outside world becoming evermore muffled under the tiger's magnificent ass.
>Well, if it was your time, then this isn't a terrible way to go...
>Then there's a brilliant flash of light. White, orange light.
>"Anon?! Anon!?" you hear over your own heaving gasps, your blood pumping once more as the stripy, fuzzy ass above your head comes into focus.
>"This is why I didn't want to do this, Anon! W-why didn't you let me know you needed a break sooner!?"
>You reach up, still panting, and plant your hands on her huge cheeks, feeling them sink in.
>"B... But..."
>"But what?"
>"Buh... But_t_..."
>She realizes what you're saying when you begin to knead the soft, furry flesh of her backside; you can tell because her thrashing tail suddenly stiffens before slowing it's movements.
>And maybe because you can feel your own dick twitching, and it's gotta be right where she can see.
>"...you are such -- a little -- "
>She finishes her sentence with a groan, half from frustration and half from pleasure as you feel her shift her rear against your hands.
>You lean up, having somewhat caught your breath, and kiss one of her cheeks and let out a small groan of your own.
>"Thank you, but I'm still not happy with you," Rebecca grumbles, though you feel her press back against you when you rub your face on the white stripe of her crack.
>"Okay, enough," she says after a minute or so, lifting up.
>"Hey! I was -- "
>You shut up when she reaches down between her legs and grabs your hands, pressing them down to your waist. She shifts above you, widening her stance as she lowers back down, her paws getting a more complete grip on the back of your head.
>"Are you -- "
>You're interrupted this time, Rebecca dropping back on your face with a huff; that intense, pleasurable pressure surrounds you again, her paws still holding your hands as she shifts on your face, grinding until your face comes across the wet spot it made just before.
>Then pressure lessens slightly, and you feel her inner thighs press on your arms as she shifts again. She pulls your hands up, bending your arms. Your head falls back, her cheeks still pressing down on your face, but you're not as deep as you were before.
>"Breathe," she commands.
>It's a command, no doubt about that. You inhale, finding you can only do so through your mouth; her heady musk comes through all the same.
>"Now put your hands like -- this -- "
>She squishes your hands in hers, putting them together like you're in prayer -- and then she brings them to her heat. Perspiration is not the only thing that's slickening your chest.
>She sinks back on your face, rumbling as she feels your lips meet her pucker again, and guides your hands further into the inferno.
>The tips of your two longest fingers dip in easily enough, but Rebecca slows when the others begin to press against her folds. You kiss her ass again, feeling her hesitation; she lets out a small chuff, and presses slowly.
>Her slick warmth slowly creeps along your fingers, her walls pressing in on the backs of them, squeezing nearly as hard as her paws. You can feel them tighten with each kiss you press between her cheeks, lingering there longer and longer each time.
>When she has you up to the knuckle, you chance moving your fingers -- and get an instant reaction, her walls' grip becoming crushing as the tigress above you lets out a deep yowl. Her ass slides up away from your face for an instant, enough for you to renew your breath as you feel her sink further onto your hands before she drops back down, grinding incessantly at your mouth.
>You let her grunt for a few more seconds, her hands holding your wrists in a crushing grip, before you gently poke your tongue out from your mouth and press the tip against her pucker.
>The tigress -- your tigress -- freezes, no longer grinding or thrusting your hands into her heat, but simply sits there waiting for more.
>You give it to her, centimeter by centimeter.
>Rebecca lets loose a long, low yowl as you fill her from both ends, relaxing and sinking further onto you.
>She tastes the same way she smells, you realize, as your tongue is squeezed by her back walls; the front ones slicken up around your hands.
>They tighten again as you slowly push your tongue in and out against her muscle's grip, the rumbling moan she lets out spreading through your body. She pulls up slightly, enough that you can almost see light from somewhere; you take your cue to breathe before she drops back down once more, impaling herself deeper on your tongue with an almost pained hum.
>It turns to chuffing panting as she grips your forearms and presses your hands deeper, intermittently purring as you move your fingers and lick inside her.
>It only takes one more breath for her grip to become deadly, for her movements to slow, and her noises to become strained and subsonic until her hips merely twitch, back and forth, between your hands and your face.
>Then there's a great rushing of air as the tigress lets loose the breath she was holding, and suddenly the pressure on your hands and tongue slackens -- but that on your face intensifies as she relaxes back, her legs spreading and your head squishing. You kick your legs, and you swear you hear an exasperated groan as Rebecca lifts up, releasing you from her grip as she disentangles from you.
>You pant there for a moment, the phantom feeling of her still dominating your upper body, her taste still on your tongue, your lips, your mouth, when you feel something rough scrape against your stomach. Rebecca drags her large tongue over your stomach one more time before looking up at you, chuffing.
>"I want you clean when we cuddle," she says, pressing a kiss to your now-soft dick, making you moan as she draws away the last bits of spurt and precum.
>Then she lies on her side, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes and purring, one hand pulling at the hem of her red sweater.
>Dutifully, you get to your hands and knees, sliding into the depression she makes on the bed before crawling underneath her baggy sweater, hugging her as best you're able.
>The tigress -- your tigress -- hugs you back through the soft cotton, pressing up on your butt until your head pops under her bra, where she purrs and chuffs, the sounds slowly getting quieter as the two of you drift off.
>Maybe Cupid wasn't such a bad guy after all.
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