Day Off
#3 of Cassandra
Had this half finished for a long time. Finally found time t finish it. Same rules as always, comments/criticism/questions welcome. Next up will be the next chapter in Katherine.
"I'll be honest. It doesn't look good, Mr. Dumor." The doctor was an older bobcat, or lynx, or some other wild cat. Sitting on the rolling stool, he was much lower than Tristan and had to look up to talk to him. "Surgery isn't viable at this point. We'll have to start treatment immediately."
Tristan said nothing for a few moments. "What are my chances?"
"Not good," the doctor said again. He wore a little pair of glasses that were most likely referred to as 'spectacles' and adjusted them every so often with two fingers. "It's been almost six months since you last came in. If you had come sooner..."
As he explained how the treatment would work and what to expect, Tristan half listened in silence. It wasn't himself he was thinking about.
By early June, summer had finally gotten into full swing, and Tristan had put his heavy blankets away until next winter. He was sleeping in just his boxers, a sheet covering him lightly. The fan was on high and made a faint whooshing noise with each turn, eventually blending into one long whir. The clock beeped eight, but Tristan didn't get up. He forced himself to wait, even though he was wide awake. Soon.
A little after eight thirty, he heard the front door lock click, and his eyes snapped open in anticipation. There was another soft click and then silence. She never made any noise when she walked. The next noise was a quiet rustling sound behind him, close to the bed, and then the squeak of old springs as the mattress dipped slightly.
There was a gentle tug on the sheets, and then soft hands were running across his body, wrapping around his chest. Tristan turned, looked down at the little black rabbit, and smiled. Sandra was already burying her face into his chest, and he was happy to see that she was wearing nothing but a pair of panties. He scratched he back lightly. "Good morning."
"Morning," she mumbled into his fur, hugging him tight.
"What took you so long?" he asked. She had only just got there, but he couldn't help himself. He slid his hands down her back and into her panties. She had the softest little butt... He growled deep in his throat and squeezed her hard enough to make her gasp.
"Tristan!" she squeaked, peeping up at him with her nose still pressed against him.
"You made me wait," he growled, rolling over and pinning her underneath him, his hands still gripping her hard.
Sandra struggled underneath him, freeing her arms to wrap them around his neck and kissing his collar bone tenderly. "I'm sorry."
"Good." He lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips. "What took you so long?" he repeated.
"I had to wait for my mom to leave." She squirmed her way up until they were eye level and kissed him back. When she began to pull away, Tristan followed her, pressing her down into the mattress and trapping her lips against his. When he finally pulled away, she had a silly grin on her face and licked the corner of her mouth with a quick flick of her tongue.
She was so cute. He sat up, squatting on the balls of his feet. She no longer tried to cover herself up while naked like she had used to, as if she was afraid of him seeing her. Sandra was lying with her arms resting lazily to either side, her chest rising and falling a bit faster than normal. Her breasts had been getting bigger slowly ever since they had first met, and looked just as cute today as they always had; not quite a handful yet, but getting there.
Tristan slid his hands down her sides and pulled her panties down with them. She didn't resist, and lifted her legs to help him. Her black fur was so sexy, and he loved how the pink of her pussy showed through when she was excited. He squeezed her little breasts roughly, making her squirm more
Tristan leaned down and kissed her tenderly, Sandra's small rabbit tongue shyly playing with his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her, their bodies pressed together tightly. He had just pushed one finger inside of her, making her small hips buck excitedly, when the phone rang.
Tristan ignored it, focusing instead on the beautiful little girl under him, but Sandra pulled her head back. "Tristan, phone."
"It's fine," he murmured, moving to kiss her again.
The phone kept ringing. Sandra pulled back before he could. "What if it's important?" she asked in her gentle, quiet voice.
Tristan sighed, rolled off of her, and grabbed the phone of the nightstand. Sandra curled up against his side, kissing along his jaw. He tried to ignore the bunny's soft, delicious lips, and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Tristan, where the hell are you, it's 9 o'clock?"
Tristan sighed audibly, and was about to answer when he was distracted by Sandra's tongue sliding along the inside of his ear. He shivered, collected himself, and hoped he sounded normal. "It's 8:30, and today is my day off, Karen."
"Well not anymore. Joe called in sick; I need you to come in." Karen was his supervisor. A slightly older Mink, she was nice, but all business while at work.
Sandra had pressed the front of her body to his side, and started rubbing against him. He could feel her small breasts on his arm and her slightly damp crotch on his thigh. "Well I...I'm busy, I can't make it." Tristan had to pause halfway through to take a deep breath.
"What're you doing that's so important?"
"N-nothing big, just....uh..." Sandra began sucking on the tip of his ear, rubbing his chest with one hand. "Just spending some time with friends."
Sandra rolled away and Tristan couldn't decide if he was relieved or upset. "Whatever," Karen said. "I'm not going to fight you over the phone. We're going to have a talk when you come in tomorrow."
"Yeah, okay." Tristan was barely paying attention. All Sandra's playing had gotten him hard, and he was staring at her heatedly. She had moved to the other side of the bed, lying on her side, facing away from him. Her back was so sexy. He hung up the phone and all but leapt across the bed. He grabbed her shoulders and started kissing her neck eagerly.
After a few seconds, Sandra hadn't responded, and Tristan became worried. "Sandra, what's wrong?" he asked softly.
"Nothing," she muttered, curling up into a ball.
He rested his forehead against her back tracing her shoulder blade with one finger. "Obviously."
"Are you still jealous of Karen?" he asked.
Sandra twisted around to look him in the eye. "I'm not jealous!" she nearly shouted.
A few months after their first time together his car had broken down at work and Karen had driven him home. They had walked to the door together, chatting, and Tristan was about to invite her in when he noticed the lights were on and realized Sandra was probably inside. He made up an excuse about having to call a tow company for his car and she left. When he went inside, Sandra was on the verge of tears, thinking he was bringing a girl back to his place. He had assured her nothing was going on, but he didn't think she had ever completely let it go.
"Then what's wrong? Why did you suddenly pull away when she called?"
Sandra stared at his chest, drawing little circles in his fur. She didn't respond for several seconds. "Why did you lie?" she asked.
"About what?"
"...About being with me..."
"You want me to tell my boss I'm in bed with a thirteen year old girl?" he asked with a grin.
"No," she mumbled, glancing up at his face and quickly looking back down. "But you could say you were with your girlfriend..."
Tristan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "You want me to tell her I have a girlfriend?" he asked.
Sandra nodded into his chest.
"Alright, I'll tell her the 'truth'," he said, rolling his eyes.
Sandra struggled from his grasp to lean back and look him in the eyes. "Really?"
"Yes, first thing tomorrow when I get to work, okay?"
Sandra just stared at him.
"What?" he asked. She had such beautiful eyes...
She just watched at him expectantly.
"Oh. Oh no. No no no," he said quickly, shaking his head.
"Why not?" Sandra rested her chin against him, still looking up at him with her innocent eyes.
"Please don't make me do this."
She frowned, nuzzling his chest briefly, and then gave one long, slow lick up to his collar bone, finishing with a soft kiss.
Tristan groaned in defeat. "You're going to pay for this," he muttered, picking up the phone and hitting redial. Sandra nuzzled up to his side and continued spreading little kisses across his fur.
"Hello, this is Karen."
"Hey Karen, it's Tristan," he muttered, covering his face with one hand.
There was a brief silence. "Are you calling to tell me you're on your way in?"
"No." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I wanted to...apologize for lying. I'm actually with my girlfriend right now. Not with friends."
There was a longer silence. "This had better be a joke for one of those hidden camera shows."
"No," he mumbled. "My girlfriend wanted me to tell you the truth."
He heard her sigh loudly. "I'm hanging up now Tristan."
"Yeah..." The click cut him off and he dropped the phone off the side of the bed. Sandra was smiling a bit too much, pillowing her head on his chest. He scratched her back lightly. "You're evil."
Sandra pulled herself up to kiss him on the lips. She had such a talented tongue. Tristan held the back of her head gently with one hand, running his fingers through her hair, and slipped his other hand between her legs.
She moaned against his lips without breaking the kiss. When he pulled his hand away, his index and middle finger were wet up to his knuckle. Tristan broke away from the kiss and sat up, sucking his fingers clean while he looked her over. She was so cute. "I need to punish you for that." She watched him nervously as he walked to the closet. He came back with a scarf and a ling sleeved shirt.
"Lift up your head," he told her. She sat up slightly and he tied the scarf around her head, over her eyes. He turned her over on her stomach and tied her wrists together with the shirt. "Is it too tight?" he asked as she settled onto her back, squirming slightly.
"N-no, it's fine," she mumbled. Tristan smiled. She was already breathing heavily, and jumped slightly when he touched her breast. He wasn't really into bondage or S and M, but...well, he wasn't really into little girls either. Sandra was different. It was hard not to tease her when she was naked, looking up at him with her innocent eyes.
He bent down and took on of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently and biting down to elicit little gasps from his captive bunny. He slid his hand between her legs again and was surprised when his entire palm came away damp. She might look innocent, but she was far too naughty for a thirteen year old. He wondered how much was his fault.
He continued playing with her, stroking her pussy lips with one finger and switching to play with her other breast, until she was coated in sweat and gasping for air. She was trembling, her thighs soaked in her own juices and her legs twitching towards his fingers. He pulled his hand away teasingly and she whined pitifully, thrusting her hips forward. Then he pushed his first two fingers into her with one thrust, as far as they would go.
Sandra screamed, her back arching off the bed, her arms pulling wildly at their bonds. He pumped his fingers slowly in and out as she shook, until she collapsed back onto the bed, panting and covered in sweat. Tristan smiled. He was going to have fun.
Thirty minutes later, Tristan lapped slowly at her slit as she whimpered quietly. Her crotch and thighs, (and a good portion of the sheets under her) were soaked with her juices. She shuddered her way through another orgasm and he pulled back, kissing her stomach lightly. "You're so cute," he said, licking her sweat soaked fur clean.
"Please, Tristan..." she mumbled helplessly. The strength to pull at her bonds had apparently left her already.
"All right, fine." Tristan chuckled and removed the blindfold before gently untying her hands. Sandra immediately leapt at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You're mean," she grumbled, biting at his neck.
"I'm sorry," he said, running his fingers through her soft hair. "You looked so cute I couldn't help myself."
She continued to bite at him while he stroked her back lightly with his claws. When she settled down, he lifted her chin to kiss her passionately. She always tasted delicious. "I want you to do it today," he whispered in her ear, nuzzling her cheek. Sandra nodded before kissing him back. He reached to the nightstand and grabbed a condom, but Sandra grabbed it out of his hand before he could open it and tossed it away.
"Sandra," Tristan said with a sigh. She always did this.
"I don't like them," she murmured. "Besides...I...I want it..." he voice trailed off into unintelligible mumbling
"What?" he asked.
"I want you to do it...inside," she whispered. "It's safe today."
Tristan sighed again. Truthfully, it was already difficult for cross species to conceive (most couples who wanted a baby had to use some kind of fertility drug). And...well, it wasn't as if he didn't want to. It was nearly torture forcing himself to pull out every time he didn't wear a condom. "Okay," he said softly. "Just this once."
Tristan sat up and Sandra straddled his lap. Putting one hand on his shoulder for support, she lifted her hips and used her free hand to guide him to her entrance. They moaned together as she lowered herself slowly onto him, until he was completely inside of her. Tristan pulled her to his chest, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She lifted her hips slowly, and lowered them again, breaking the kiss to gasp for air. She moved jerkily at first, moaning into his ear, making his blood boil.
He gripped her ass hard to stop himself from pushing her down and taking her hard and fast. After only a few minutes, she came again, stopping to rest her head on his shoulder, her fingers digging into his back. After that, she settled into a regular rhythm, bouncing on his lap. Her small breasts heaved up and down in time with her hips. Tristan dug his claws harder into her backside, trying to hold on longer. She cried out as he squeezed her, but didn't ask him to stop.
Sandra stopped suddenly, her hips raised halfway. "I can't," she said, her voice and legs trembling. Tristan smiled and slid his hands under her thighs.
"I got you," he murmured, lifting her up slowly. Sandra started moving again, with his help. "Kiss me."
She did as he was told, slipping her tongue into his mouth timidly. Tristan couldn't take any more, he was shaking with need. As she was lowering her hips to meet his, he thrust up to meet her. Sandra yelped, but Tristan captured her lips in a kiss again. He started moving her faster, thrusting up hard to meet her. She lost the concentration to kiss him and simply slumped against him, whimpering with every thrust.
Tristan groaned, pulling her down hard onto his lap as he came. It felt amazing, cumming inside her for the first time. As soon as he started, she did as well, squeezing down on him. The both cried out, clutching each other tight. He filled her up quickly, and felt his seed begin trickling down into his lap. His orgasm lasted longer than any he had had before, and he rolled his hips, trying to thrust into her even more.
As he finished, he fell backwards, pulling her with him. He held her close, and didn't pull out, leaving them connected. He opened his mouth to say something, but Sandra had already passed out. He chuckled tiredly and kissed the top of her head. A quick nap was all he needed. Then they could spend the rest of the day together.