Nice and Naughty
The couple walked, hand in hand, bundled up against the cold. It was Christmas Eve, icy cold, a wind blowing off the lake by that small town and chilling any exposed skin in seconds. They both wore smiles however, and the cool air was a blessing to them both, letting their blood cool and the blush melt from their faces.
Minutes ago, they had been sitting together in the dark, watching a movie, or rather, sitting in the theatre but not paying any attention to the screen. Their lips had been joined for most of the film, and they were glad nobody was sitting behind them. They were a young couple, him a 21 year old rabbit, and her, 22 and a feline, and the warm, close theatre had been a haven for them, after a long day of having to keep paws from one another. Paws had certainly enjoyed their freedom, but they had bother been blushing darkly when the movie was finished and they had to leave, the rabbit licking his left paw's fingers clean, and her trying to still her breathing and zip her jeans up without being noticed.
The night was silent around them, as they walked down the street, their footsteps echoing off the dark storefronts. None of those stores, or atleast very few, would open the next day, and the slight sprinkling of snow falling from above, tiny flakes dancing in the glow of so many small bulbs, Christmas lights strung up from one side of the town to the other, made the whole night just seem magical, special, and wonderful to the two young love birds.
He squeezed her paw gently, as they walked, and she drew closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. wrapping one arm around his upper arm and closing her eyes, letting herself be lead, enjoying his warmth and closeness. They had both moved away from home to go to collage, together, after dating for most of highschool. A few years after highschool had passed, and they were both well into their collage lives, but this was the first year they had both chosen to not spend the holidays with their respective families, the first year they would have Christmas together on their own.
A coffee shop was still open, and the walk was long enough to deserve a hot drink, so after a few minutes spent enjoying the heat of the coffee shop, they set out with drinks in their mittened paws, talking quietly, and letting long minutes pass in content silence, enjoying the beauty of that calm, peaceful evening, and the wonderful company they found themselves in.
Their small home was not far, and they reached it long before the nights chill turned from pleasant to unwanted, long before the warmth of their drinks and company started to melt away under the relentless, icy wind. The door opened, and they slipped into the welcome warmth of their home, mittens and jackets shed, the fireplace lit, the lights on the Christmas tree turned on, within minutes, the cold was forgotten.
They lay together on the couch, his arm under her head, as she traced the lines of his right palm with one claw, and counted the gifts under the tree like a child, purring her heart out all the while. Not much there, a couple from each of them to the other, a handful sent by the mail from family and friends, and a few little gifts from friends in the area, mostly from collage. They were both far too old to care about the number of gifts, not when they were so comfortably in one another's arms.
The warmth of that embrace claimed him however, as the warm, comfortable bunny felt his eyes growing heavy, and his mind slip from the real world toward dreams. His kitten, purring against him, still idly tracing that claw over his paw, was the center of his world.
He drifted down into sleep, falling in and out of wakefullness for a long moment, drifting back and forth like a snowflake slowly sea-sawing its way to the earth, drifting on the winds of that warmth and comfort, until finally his thoughts stopped, and he was lost to dreams.
And what dreams they were. His sex drive may have forgotten itself as they walked, and in that wonderfully relaxed cuddle on the couch, but the flood of lust he has felt while watching the movie clearly had left some impression on him. He dreamed so clearly of her...
The first time they made love, it replayed before his eyes then, a picnic, the spring of tenth grade. He had only been sixteen then, and had been so proud of himself for the romantic get away. They were miles from anybody else, laying on their backs in a clearing, having already eaten, just enjoying the warm sun, so welcome after a long winter. She had been purring then, and it seemed so real that purring, he could feel it, the whole dream was so vivid and perfect. He had kissed her then, slowly, and she had gazed into his eyes, and asked him to take her.
It had been clumsy, awkward, and heavenly. They must have made love ten times that afternoon, matting the grass under themselves as they rolled and squirmed, thrust and cried out, as seed was spilled along with her blood, her virginity lost in that beautiful clearing.
The dream melted as he remembered those first shy matings, and suddenly it wasn't his first time in the clearing, but a much more recent day. A bed was under his back, and the taste of his beloved girlfriend filled his senses. His tongue slid over her twitching folds, and he realized, suddenly, that she was cumming, that his beautiful lover was cumming above him, that passage twitching and squirting her sweet juices over his face. Without a thought, knowing how to make his dear kitten happy, he slid his tongue up, from her clit, along her wet, twitching lips, over her entrance, and then upward, licking her tailhole, hearing her squeal more loudly. He licked and nuzzled under that beautiful kitten tail, loving the way she begged for more as he pleasured her.
What was she doing, while he pleasured her with his tongue? Suddenly it was clear, as he felt the unmistakable bliss of his kitten's lips sliding over his tip. Twitching bunny member sliding into the warm wetness of that muzzle. His tip ground slowly along the roof of her mouth, that textured flesh teasing his glands, as her sandpaper tongue slid around him. He could feel a paw carressing his balls, playing with those full, heavy orbs, ripe and full of potent bunny seed. He almost lost himself with the peircing in her tongue, gotten for him on his eighteenth birthday, slid over the tiny slit in the tip of his member, the metal oddly cool in that warm maw, making him buck his hips and cry out in pleasure.
She worked him, as only she could, sliding up and down that throbbing cock, never letting him cum, never making him finish, but keeping him on the edge, balls churning and ample gobs of precum filling her mouth. He felt her breath over his crotch, and could hear her slurping and sucking on that member, smell her desire and hear her loving little whimpers.
Finally, he knew she was going to finish him, when he felt his head slide into her throat, felt her swallowing, that tight wet passage rippling and tugging at his tip. He groaned and reached down, pressing down on her head. He realized suddenly she was no longer atop him, he could no longer taste her. As he came, his eyes flew open. There, kneeled beside the couch, with his fly zipped down and his cumming cock down her throat, was his beloved kitten, smiling up at him as he felt her her favorite snack. He came long and hard, and she swollowed every drop, his twitching shaft pulsing between her lips, her right paw fondling his balls. Finally, she slowly pulled back and licked her lips.
"Merry Christmas..." She whispers, before a gob of his seed leaves his tip and lands across her face. He looks over at the clock, 12:15.
"You fell asleep, and I tried to do the same... but I felt something poking me and you kept wiggling and mumbling about how much you loved me... so..."
With a giggle, she climbed atop him, kissed him slowly, then added, "Now, come up to bed so Santa can bring us our gifts... I was just real naughty... I hope he doesn't mind.