Grapes
#2 of Fruit Basket
So I decided to re-upload the stories I w...
So I decided to re-upload the stories I wrote years ago. I wanted to compare my old work to my new work. Feel free to leave me comments! I love reading them. So take a look fellas, this might as well be a time capsule.
Grapes
"Yes, you have a very nice backside, dear.' said the mustang, smiling, his eyes focused intimately in hers. His hands on her rump. Folding denim. Broad crimson tail tipped with white.
"And what about my breasts, darling? Do you like those?' asked the vixen in a sly tone, leaning into her boyfriend, her mate, pushing her chest upwards erotically. Alex aimed his eyes downward, lifting his brow, her soft, mature breasts barely concealed by a tube top. Red fur on bright cotton. A white stripe down her center.
"Your breasts are spectacular, sweetie.' he replied, nickering softly into a deep kiss. Muzzles and tongues, dancing a loose salsa.
"And my tummy Alex, do you like it? I mean it's pretty and everything, right?' she asked shyly but playfully, pushing the flanks of her green button-up aside, revealing her slim waist, her smooth stomach. Salivating.
"I love your tummy, Heather...oh I love it...' he managed to say, the words stumbling out like water from a cracked dam. He couldn't stop his knees from bending, lowering himself just slightly before"
"Ah, ah, ah...no touching my tum-tum, my stallion.' she said in a motherly, disciplinary tone. Using her delicate paw to lift Alex's muzzle, locking his eyes to hers, standing him back up. Her cheek against his chest. Warmth. A quick kiss exchanged between passionate lips.
Alex frowned. "But I want to...'
Heather chuckled. "I know you want to...maybe I'll let you have me...maybe...' she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck and releasing her fire with her tongue on his. Twisted tails and thighs.
A bluebird sang outside. Windows warm from the sun's dying gaze. The couple broke their embrace to continue their trek through the labyrinth of the shopping mall. Furs of all shapes and sizes passed, a general air of happiness seemed to surround each. Awkward plant life to either side, small planters and fountains to distract the shoppers from confined advertisement. Marble walls and glass displays to capture the eye's attention. Light from all direction, only dampened and dissipated by waves of shoppers.
"Where to next, my twilight?' asked Alex, turning and leaning over slightly to whisper his warm words into her ear. The vixen paused for a moment, tilting her body, a quick slide, her flank now snuggled closely into her mate's solid form, his back against the wall. A slight nicker, a grin.
"Take me...' a second's pause, a lick on his cheek "...take me right now...'
"Here? Right here, baby?' a confused Alex asked, his tone not matching his playful hands, prowling over his mate. Fingers over her smooth, furry back.
"Follow me, darling.' she said quickly, abruptly removing her delicious features from his body. She grabbed his shirt by the collar, leading him through the mall like a dog on a leash, stares (but mostly knowing smiles) from bystanders. Quick, trotting steps. She walked (dragged) him through Victoria's Secret, Claira (who was the manager) handing the busily walking vixen a brimming bag of lace and silk. She opened the dressing room door, threw Alex inside, and slammed the door behind her within two seconds. They were both naked in another minute.
Alex nickered lustfully as his tongue ruffled the fine fur of her neck. "I love you, you know that?' he grinned as his eyes met hers. Flashing perfection.
"You're going to help me shop for lingerie, honey.' said Heather, dipping and rising her body, rubbing against his, fur on fur. She stood up straight, rolling her slim, feminine form before reaching into her bag. A few rustling sounds later, her foxy tail massaging the air slowly, she produced a slim set. Black lace. It was as if the night itself had wrapped it's illusory fingers about her most intimate parts, twirling clouds of darkness as Heather spun her sweet body around, allowing Alex to view her luscious curves through the silhouette of black. She then flung herself upon him, brushing with an artist's touch (she said it was to let him "feel" the fabric), their tongues easily fondling, within their mouths and without. "You like this, my stallion?'
The question was repeated three more times. A fiery red ensemble, the fabric silk. Wrapped like the perfect gift. A naughty set of purple, a small skirt adorning her waist, waves smooth as the ocean's. Night again, this time a gown, the fabric cut out in intimate areas. Alex enjoyed the ensuing lapdance.
"I love all of those my darling...they all look so delicious on you...' fires extinguished with tongues. "But then again...anything would look sexy on your body...just as any body you have will be sexy to me...'
"That's good, Alex....because all of these are mine...ours...I bought them earlier.' she grinned into another passionate kiss.
"You filthy liar...' he hissed playfully, his hands on her hips "You told me we were shopping...'
"Mmm, I guess I did lie, baby...you gonna punish me?' her sly lips upon his neck and chest. Confined warmth and love.
"Well darling, that depends...' her legs found their way around his hips, smooth gyrations causing ripples of pleasure through Alex's body. A pebble.
"Depends on what, stud?' said Heather, her head tilted, ears perked. Glorious green eyes. Radiant red hair.
"On if you mind if your new panties get a little wet before we bring them home...' the strong stallion replied, dipping his muzzle down slightly to give Heather's tummy a kind kiss"
"Ah!' she quickly corrected his posture with her paw "What did I tell you about my tummy?'
Alex almost whimpered. "But...but I...I thought...'
Alex's sentence was halted mid-way with a finger to his lips. Brown eyes and mane. "Shh, shh...don't talk now, lover...let me show you how much I appreciate you...' Her soft lips, gentle on his forehead. The reaction began with a flash of light, a solid beam of glowing purity from his forehead just before his blackened, twisting horn appeared. His form, more muscular; his mane and tail extended. His pure Questrial body unleashed through love and intimacy. Alex opened his deep wells of eyes to find that he couldn't see, that Heather had placed her bra over his eyes.
"Uh, what are you"'
"Silence, my love...don't see, don't speak...just feel...' came the vixen's alluring voice. Something was placed on Alex's muzzle. Only a second later did his nostrils flood with the most delectable smell, the scent of his mate. With each inhalation he became more intoxicated with lust, the ripples of pleasure returning to him. A rock. Plastic seats and mirrored walls.
Heather's breath, warm and constant, washed over her stallion's chest like gentle snowflakes, melting as they reached the earth. Her hot, wet tongue teased it's way down Alex's toned abs, hearing her lover murr in delight inspiring sly playfulness. Rings in the water of his heart increasing dimension. By the time the mischievous vixen had reached her mate's crotch, Alex had reached his full, normal length, his thick shaft piercing the cold. Dressing room air. Heather pressed her perfect body against the Questrial, asking in a kind tone to shrink himself to seven inches. A shiver of delight. An order obeyed.
"Mmm...that's a good stallion...I hope you're ready for some fun...' Alex wasn't allowed a response, other than a gasp of surprise as he felt the vixen's warm, furry cheek rub up and down his cock, hearing her purr slightly, inhaling her scent, fresh. He felt his palms grip the seat below him, curling his fingers under the edge, holding on as waves of pleasure eased through his body. A boulder. Delicate pecks along his inner thighs. Trembling.
It wasn't long. Alex could feel his lover's breath, her fiery, broad tongue across his erection. The dressing cat in the next stall raised her head and perked her ears to the loud whinny she heard next. He wasn't sure, but Alex thought he heard his mate purr in reply.
The vixen used her free paws to stroke up and down the stallion's thighs, fur gently pushed back and forth, elaborate and methodical. Alex's tip had begun to leak it's precious lubricants, and Heather was more than willing to lick and suck the first of his juices from his shaft. Alex's world was black, but he could still sense his mind spinning in delight, his senses overloaded with lust and ecstasy. Mountains of pleasure now, volcanoes spilling their red-hot insides over the calmness of the sea, smoke spiraling into the clouds before the whole thing blew. But the Questrial's mate was too playful to maintain a simple blowjob for long. Her paws now cupping her own breasts, she forced Alex's shaft between them, using slow, calm pumps and squeezes to get what she wanted. Nickers and murrs of satisfaction. Same red tail, tipped with white, whipping the air wildly behind her, her own excitement obvious, indiscreet. Soft, twin orbs of the silkiest fur, rising, falling, up and down to the slow beat of a ferris wheel, taking it's sweet time to reach the stars. It wasn't long before they fell.
Alex's eyes failed him, but he didn't need his sight to understand the simplest desire. The way Heather's breasts so wonderfully cuddled against his cock, the waves of licks and kisses upon his tip, the pure, unbridled scent of a vixen in heat. The primal simplicity, purity, it all surrounded him like familiar pillows and blankets in his bed. In their bed. Perfection and pre-cum, wonderful and wild. Levees overflown, volcanoes shaking the earth beneath them.
"Ahhnn! Vixen! Ooh...AHHN!!!' more whinnies. Eruption. The stallion's cum burst forth from his more than ready shaft, drenching his vixen, her breasts and face covered, her tongue hungry. She drank and drank, returning to her original teasing, brushing the short furs of her face against Alex's receding cock. Fountain of white. A prowling tongue, eager for more. Puddles.
"Mmm, yes my stallion, cover me! Soak my body...' the panting vixen managed to say between gulps of her mate's cum. She didn't mind the taste, for her lover's pleasure was far more important than her own. Too bad Alex felt the same way. Or perhaps, too good. She sat herself on Alex's lap, playfully removing her lingerie from his head. His eyes were the lust of the earth. Immediately upon his release from darkness, he showered Heather in loving licks and kisses, sharing his cum between them, soon covering both their muzzles and tongues in heavily scented juices. Everywhere. Minutes passed, breaths taken in quick pants, tongue's rarely inside their own mouths, paws rarely on their own bodies.
"Oh Heather...th-...thank you...' Alex (after thoroughly cleaning his lover) said, enchanted, caressing the vixen's cheek as he kissed her deeply (thoroughly as well).
Heather purred, then smiled as his mouth receded. "Don't thank me for loving you...ever.' The Questrial bowed his head slightly, enough for his lover to kiss his black, spiraled horn. He held her close to his chest, kissed the top of her head. A whispered I love you. Eyelids. Another black world.
"Well, I'm off. You sure you don't need any help closing?' asked Karol. Green scales and wings.
"No, no...go ahead, I've got it covered.' replied Claira, smiling. As soon as she was sure the dragon had left, she padded over to the dressing rooms that many customers had complained about. Something about "disturbing noises". Although that didn't stop them from staying to listen. Ken stood at the store's entrance, keeping gaurd. Claira thought she could recognize the scent in the air as she crossed the floor to the stall in question. The door creaked on it's hinges.
"Oh my! Kenny!? Bring some blankets...and a mop!'