An unexpected work out
Natasha was a panthress attending High School. She was like any other girl her age, going through the pains of being a teenager, and learning what the world at large was really like. But this day was different from days in the past, this day Natasha woke up to a very strange feeling. She had been having some rather vivid dreams in the nights before, though she could never quite recall what they were actually about. What she did know is that she woke up with a buzz of feeling going through her body. But today was even stranger, she woke up, slamming the all too noisy alarm clock. She crawled out of bed and made her way to the shower.
She was a beautiful panthress, standing about 5'8" and having a pretty athletic build. Her fur was like a black satin, covering her entire body from head to toe. Her breast had been growing a steady amount since entering puberty and sat at a comfortable B cup. She paused, looking into the mirror at the golden eyes staring back at her, quickly grabbing a toothbrush to help polish those shining teeth. She removed her Tee Shirt and panties to crawl into the warm and inviting waters of the shower, quickly stirring from her slumberous daze as the water splashed over her fur coat. As she slowly stirred more and more from her slumber, she began to look over herself, noticing all those things that one does when they shower.
It was at this point that the tingling in her nether region hit her like a brick wall. She had never before felt such a strong surge of feeling coming from that area. Her hand quickly reached down, finding that even in the running water, her entrance was already slick with a variety of her own juices. Her first instinct was to panic, never having dealt with this sort of thing before, but then she remembered a conversation herself and her mother had a few weeks back. At the time she had just seen it as her mother being overly informational about things that Natasha really didn't care much to hear of, but now it seemed incredibly relevant.
It was about the first time she would go into heat. A few of her classmates had already gone through the process, having to stay home as to not attract the males at the school. All she knew was that it was a time in a female's life when they have the chance to become pregnant. Her mother had filled her in on the details of sex, but she tried to block it out mostly out of a prudish sense of disgust. She had been around boys for a while, and sure she found them cute, but the thought of sex with one of them was not something that really appealed to her.
As her hand wondered over her delicate entrance, she couldn't help but notice how sensitive the area had become. Her dark nether lips felt engorged as she ran her paw across them. Each small pass elicited a small tingle of electricity, causing her tail to twitch. Her paw slowly roamed to the small tuft of light fur which covered the very top of her nether region, causing her to moan a bit in pleasure. She didn't know why, but she wanted to slide her fingers into that slick and sensual entrance. Each time she got close; however, she was hit with a twinge of pain, reminding her of that part of her anatomy which signified she was still a virgin.
Her paw slowly traced around her silk fur covered mound, sending jolts of joy running along her legs and spine. A combination of water from the shower and juices splashed against her inner thigh, causing her to begin purring. But as soon as she had started, she was quickly startled by the shriek of her second alarm, reminding her that she needed to get out of the shower soon if she was to have any hope of being on time for school today.
Natasha thought for a second, about all of her friends who had stayed out because of their first heat, but she didn't want to skip school on account of something silly like that. It wasn't like she was afraid of any of the boys at school anyway; she could beat most of them up. She figured that would keep this to herself and deal with this day like she dealt with any other. Besides, she really wanted to make use of the climbing rope they had installed in the gym today. Coach Laury had been working all week to set it up for the students, and she wasn't about to miss a chance to climb the thing.
She quickly squirted a glob of shampoo on her paws and ran it through her fur, trying to quickly get herself as clean as possible, making sure to clean her inner thighs and mound of the sticky juices that had found their way there. She stepped out of the shower, drying off with a towel and running to get clothes and a backpack to get through the day. She also noticed that she was giving off an incredibly unique smell today, though she couldn't quite place it. Not wanting to smell to odd to the rest of the kids at school Natasha decided that it would probably be in her best interest to try and mask the smell with a bit of perfume.
The day went on, just as days before it had, eating some breakfast, catching the bus, and going through the seemingly endless number of classes. Ms. Pomfom had made it her personal mission today to try and teach as much algebra and geometry as she could today. Each class seemed to drag on forever, and with each passing class the itch between her legs grew even more and more uncomfortable. She couldn't wait for Gym so that she could climb the rope and take another shower, giving the chance to sooth her needs.
Lunch passed and so too did yet another terribly boring lecture on the works of Aldous Huxley and his crazy concepts of Utopia or some such nonsense. She would have fallen asleep, but she could feel the warmth coming from her nether region and felt as small droplets of her juices began to collect in her panties. The sigh of relief that came when the bell for the last class of the day rang could not even begin to describe the happiness that surged through Natasha.
Coach Laury had them do the standard things, pushups, running a few laps around the gem, a bit of dodge ball. He finally made it clear that it was time for students to take a shot at the climbing rope, signaling the best moment of Natasha's day, as well as the end of gym and school so that she could go back home and sort this whole heat thing out.
Each student climbed up the rope, some getting to impressive heights, others barely able to escape the burden of gravity. When Natasha finally got her chance to climb, she realized that her running shorts had started to grow wet from the sweat and juices she was leaking. Her mind was concerned that someone in the crowd might notice, or even worse Coach Laury. She couldn't be bothered with that though, she had wanted to climb this rope all day and come hell or high water she would.
She Jumped on the rope and began scaling it with all her strength, luckily her leopard heritage made this all too natural to her. She quickly ascended to the top of the rope, ringing the bell above, and then made her way back down triumphantly. The thrill caused her heart to pump, not realizing that the perfume she had been wearing earlier was very much beginning to fade.
As the Gym class continued and more students took their turn trying to climb, the final bell for the day began to ring. Students began to hustle to the locker rooms to get changed into appropriate attire. Natasha was just happy that she would have a chance to bathe, and maybe try and calm the odor which she was clearly giving off.
She quickly stumbled her way into the locker room showers, realizing that the other girls were giving her some rather strange looks. She knew that she didn't smell the greatest right now, but this was no way to treat a class mate. Having no time for their pointless attempts to irritate her, she quickly stripped and made her way to the shower, taking time to try and use as much fragranced shampoo as she could on her mound and inner thighs. The mere touch that came from cleaning herself nearly sent her into ecstasy, causing her once again to get lost in a train of her own thoughts. Her hands ran up and down her body, pinching the nipples on her perky breast. As the water made its way to the drain, Natasha had barely noticed that the rest of her classmates had long sense made their way out of locker room to go about the rest of their day.
"NATASHA?"
The sudden noise spooked her; it was Coach Laury's voice. She turned around only to realize that the coach had made his way into the girl's locker room. He was a tall Otter, about 6'1 and had an incredible physique for a man his age, so it was hard to miss him.
"Coach Laury!" she said, scrambling to cover her breast and nether region with her paws and tail.
The coach took a few sniffs of the air and seemed to quietly mutter "That's what I thought..."
Before she could even begin to make her way towards her locker and clothes, she noticed Coach Laury quickly removed his own clothes. His brown and Cream colored chest was well defined with a 6 pack, but that didn't keep Natasha's attention for long. Her eyes were quickly drawn to the cream colored package and globes which sat quietly between the coach's legs. She watched with a mixture of horror and intrigue as the Coach's pink member began to make its way out of his sheath. She had never seen a male naked before, even though she had heard about what was "down there".
"Coach?" she squeaked, her voice trembling.
He quickly took one of her paws in his hand and seemed to be dragging her to one of the benches in the locker room. She was a strong girl, but she didn't think there would ever be a day that she could match Coach Laury's strength.
"Coach, you're hurting me," a tear beginning to gather in her eye.
"Shh... it will all be over soon," the coach said in a strange tone. "I've always wanted to breed with a panther; I hear they're quite the catch."
The coach quickly threw her fragile frame on top of the bench, her back against the cold grain of the wood. Coach Laury using his weight to push her legs apart, leaving her delicate and enflamed flower exposed for the universe to see. The coaches' face quickly made its way between her legs, and she was shocked by the sudden sensation of a tongue lapping up the sweet nectar between her legs. His tongue seemed to explore every crevice of her, lightly going over her clit. His hands slowly snaked their way up her inner thighs, caressing the delicate fur atop her mound.
As his tongue began to probe at the delicate petals of her slit, she watched as his hands slowly made their way to the two globes which sat atop her chest. Each paw seemed to make its way to the black furred breast, massaging it. His rather shapely fingers begin to pinch at her slowly rising nipples, causing those same jolts of electricity. The feeling of being touched caused goose bumps and fur to rise across her body.
The coach's efforts between her legs were causing her tunnel to contract, wanting desperately to be filled with something. She couldn't believe this betrayal by her own body, the sinking feeling of pleasure and joy that she was getting from this violation. As the tears began to collect in her eyes, she could only let out small moans, fighting against the instinct to use her paws to push Coach Laury's head deeper into her nether region. All she could do was scratch against the grain of the wood with each pass of his tongue against her waiting slit.
The licks seemed to pick up pace, as she felt his tongue quickly began to pierce her flower, pushing against her delicate hymen. Coach Laury just seemed to stop in his tracks, taking a second to pull himself back, allowing Natasha to see the now fully erect pink member swaying between his legs. She watched with a mix of anticipation and dread as the coach brought his hips closer to her, the pink tip of his shaft driving ever closer to her needy entrance.
She felt as the Coach Laury's gentle paw began to caress the side of her face and whiskers. Her eyes fixated with nervous anticipation as she began to feel the tip of his member brushing up against her wet lips. As the coach leaned in to kiss her, she felt him thrust forward, causing her to buck against the bench as his member ripped through her. She wanted to scream in agony as he took away her virginity, but the closeness of his kiss only allowed for tears to roll down her cheek.
She felt as he pushed deeper into her, causing her needy pussy to wrap around the invading member. She could feel all the pleasure of being taken as it mixed with the torrent of emotions surrounding this whole event. The fire that had burned between her legs seemed to be calming down if only some. She finally felt his pushing come to a stop as the heavy globes between him pressed against her entrance. Just as quickly as he had taken her, he began to pull out.
He began thrusting in and out of her abused entrance, making her feel as if she would tear. Each time she was brought closer and closer to a plateau of pleasure. The motion combined with her slick entrance caused an almost sickening wet sound each time her coach thrust into her. It was almost like she could feel the tip of his member hitting her stomach, each time feeling as if it was getting longer and longer, or perhaps the thrust deeper and deeper.
Coach Laury finally broke the kiss, quickly moving a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. She felt as again he rammed his penis deeper and deeper into her, her insides thrusting back against him, betraying her.
Than as if time stood still she felt it, it was like someone coming to put out the fire the consumed her insides. She felt as jets of warm sticky goo began to pour into her insides, coating her inner walls. Each burst containing seed which would shortly be seeking out her fertile womb. The feeling was almost too much for her, as her insides seemed to try and milk Coach Laury for every last drop. She felt as she spasmed, her claws sinking themselves into the bench's wooden frame. Her insides felt full, and the fur of her inner thigh began to feel the slow drops of sticky substance as it left her entrance.
With that, Coach Laury removed himself from her, grabbing a towel from a nearby locker and throwing it to her.
"Clean up," he said coldly before picking his shorts and shirt off the floor, putting them on, and leaving the locker room.
Natasha could only sit in shock.