The mousehole Chpt. 1
The young silver tabby sat on the window sill, pressed against the window shield. A red chinelle blanket was wrapped tightly about her chest, holding in her warmth. She pressed her cheek against the cold window, as if trying to feel the snow outside.
"God Damnit!" Boomed a voice as the door crashed open, the hinges crying. The large red and brown cat stormed in as the door squealed closed. A white mare, the house maid, looked up from her cooking. Skittle turned her head smoothly, her fur rippling on her neck as she turned to look.
"Sigh... Hello, my father. I take it things weren't going to well at the stock market?" Skittle said slowly.
"No, Skittle, everything went normal... a few trades and one buying. That blasted-ass traffic out there don't know how to take care of itself." He slipped off his coat to reveal black pants and a silver sweater.
"Well clean up your mouth, Chance, or I'll do it for you." The mare looked past the tom cat and towards Skittle. "Dear, your coffee is ready. Oh, Chance, yours is too."
Skittle stood up, the blanket still wrapped around her chest. It skirted around her feet. The tom cat had always adored his daughter's looks and quickly caught up with her, touching her shoulder. She spun around and smiled lovingly at him.
"Skittle, I love you. Your still me little kitten, okay? Even when I get amazingly pissed off, it's not at you." He smiled and she purred as she rubbed her skull beneath his jaw before going to retrieve her coffee.
After her coffee, Skittle walked smoothly on her craceful tip-toes and made her way down to her room. The lived in a cabin, large and warm. All in the living room hung deer, elk, and other huntable quad-animal heads and furs. Skittle knelt beside her bed and let her blanket slide off of her. The cold reached for her naked body and whined in her ears. Quickly she grabbed her thong and slipped it on, then her dark green semi-baggy pants, buttoning quickly. Then she grabbed her obviously favorite colour sweater, red. Clutching her black jacket the strode out of the door. Her bare feet liking the new, fresh snow, she walked along the road towards The diner, where she worked.
Inside was a bar, and beyond that wooden tables and slot machines. Old men with 'John Deere' hatssat backwards or sideways on their heads as she bickered or gambled. Skittle slid behind the bar on the worker side and grabbed a little golden tag that read, " Call me Skittle." She pinned it on to her sweater before calmly waiting.
After a while, a german shepherd male walked in. He wore black baggy pants, slightly stained around his brown and black Vans with snow, and a brown sweater. He strode towards Skittle and sat before her, his fingers weaved together. He stared at Skittle in a mysterious, charming way, one ear flopping over slightly. She had not noticed him and slowly looked up.
"Murr?" Her voice escaped her throat as she looked at his white eyes.
"Hello, Skittle." He said. His voice was boyish, only slightly deeper, but very handsome.
"How do you know my name?" Skittle tilted her head slightly.
"I read your name tag."
"Oh... Well, Hi. What do you want to drink? Or eat..."
'A bag of skittles' rolled on the shepherds tongue, but he shook his head slowly and said, "Beer."
Skittle giggled at him. "I know what you were going to say. I've dated shepherds before." She winked as she turned and filled up a mug for him. "Try me when my shit is done, okay?"
"Well while you finish your shit can I have my drink and watch you please?"
Skittle laughed again, handed him his drink, and then began to serve the others that waited at the bar. As she set picked up one man's drink to re-fill it, he grabbed her wrist. She tooked the mug with her free hand and set it down, looking into the man's face. It was a long horn, his horn tips sawed off.
"Why, ain't you the purtiest thing I'd never seen?" The bull said in slurred speach. His two fingers on each paw grabbed at her back and pulled her closer. With a hiss, she brought her claws across his cheek and stumbled back as he clung to his wound.
"Skittle, your shift is done!" Yelled a pig from the cook room. "Run away, kitty!"
Skittle frantically ran for the door, where the shepherd was waiting. He opened it up for her. On her way towards the street, she slid on the ice. She looked back to see the shepherd coming, and the bull struggling out the door, blood rushing down his face to his chest.
Suddenly, the shepherd had swooped her up in a cradle position and was running the opposite way from her house. The bull slipped in the same place as she did, growling softly as they got away. The strong shepherd kept running though and slowed as they rounded a corner and came to a smaller cabin.
"I live here. I want to try you out." Confessed the shepherd. Skittle murred in agreement. "My cock been filling with blood the whole way here... Once that bull slipped, I would have slowed but I was to excited." He grabbed Skittle closer and licked her neck before darting into the house. "Don't worry, no one else lives here. Where do you want to love me?"
"In your room."
"So be it." The shepherd took her into his room. He lay her out on the bed and told her not to move. He stripped himself, and then sprung onto the bed, quickly undressing the kitten beneath him. Her hands wnet up and held his shoulders as he lowered himself to her, slipping his lips to her and giving her a gentle kiss.
Skittle gasped softly as his boa began to slide into her. She wanted to tighten around him, but she knew he must get in deeper. He grabbed onto her breasts and began to kiss her purring throat, finding himself very deep. Suddenly the dog's hands went down to her ass. He lay atop her, holding her ass and pulling her hips to touch his. He began to hump her softly and slowly, listening to her screams as she clutched his back. Suddenly he was going hard and fast, groaning with pleasure. He stopped and Skittle, breathing hard, said, "I love you already... son't stop! You haven't brought me to a climax..."
Gasping for breath, his boa still within her, he sat up, looking down at his large red cock. Cum was splattered all around their vagina and boa. He slowly drew off of her and lie on his back. She yelped with his withdrawl and suddenly went over on her elbows and knees. The shepherd sat up and slid quickly into her, making her arch her back. He fucked her furiously, grasping her breasts and howling. SKittle mewed and her insides tightened around him finally. He began to snarl and wrapped her arms around her stomach, fucking harder and harder. The bed even moaned, it seemed, with pleasure.
"Harder, harder HARDER!" Begged Skittle. The shepherd was snarling constantly know, shoving in all her could as fast as possible. Her bit down her neck and humped so hard the bed rattled. Finally she gasped and sighed, telling him he had taken her to the top and dropped her off. But he had not had enough yet. He suddenly sat back, forcing her to stay with him.She held onto his beating tail as he fucked her more, making a beat in the rattle of the bed. He rolled them onto their left side and wrapped his muscular arms around her abs again, now also holding her arms. Slowly he stopped. His withdrawl made a stucking sound, but he still moved up and down her back as if they were still making love.
Skittle rolled to her stomach andthe shepherd followed, laying atop her, massaging her breasts and licking her lovingly. He slowly came off of her, rolling her onto her back and grabbing her thighs, sticking his toungue into her and cleaning her out before laying besides her and cleaning off her stomach, legs, breasts, tail and back.
She stared into his eyes, holding his shoulders as he held her close to him.
**To be continued** I hope you liked my first yiffy story. ^^