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This was a request from a dear friend and though it has taken me some time, I've finished it! First and only time for something like this. Features fun in a snow-locked hotel, with a Snow Leopard and a wolf.

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She writhed as she slept. The sheets were disturbed, now only covering her from knee-down. One of her hands was buried between her thighs, working furiously as she moaned and muttered, all while lost in her dream and the pleasure she was finding in her own fingers. She shuddered slowly, her back arching from the bed as she panted and gasped. She could be forgiven this unusual way of acting; if not for the way she was raking her nails across her stomach, ruffling the fur that covered it.

Just as her hips were surging upwards, her fingers seeking for just the spot she needed to set her body alight, there was a knock on the door which startled her instantly awake. She whimpered, the scent filling the air alerting her to the reason for the frustration at having her dream interrupted. She shivered and then groaned, standing up naked and wandering to the mirror, pondering finishing what she had started in her sleep.

She stared at herself, her head tilting to the side before she bit her lip and then groaned. One hand trailed down her body, pausing briefly in the white of her stomach fur. She was in two minds about this, but the need was too strong for her to deny herself. She moaned when she teased herself, one finger just sliding between her lips.

She trembled slowly, watching herself through eyes half-open as she slipped first one, then two fingers inside herself. She moaned as she watched in the mirror, her heat-stricken body starved of pleasure. She whimpered slightly, thrusting them in as deep as she could then slightly curling her fingers and her toes simultaneously. A whine spilled from her lips again as she pulled them from her before forcing them back in, her back arching as she lowered herself to the floor.

Resting her back against the bed, she kept her thighs spread so she could watch the sight off her fingers being forced inside her then pulled out, even as her body tried to keep them inside, clenching around them. She whined quietly before thrusting into her palm as she really began to thrust, moans filling the air audibly. She was enjoying this, the first longings of a heat which only promised to get stronger.

She didn't care about anything other than her own pleasure, her own need. She was soon keening softly with the movements of her fingers, panting through her nose as she clenched her teeth shut. She needed more, so much more - and so with a toothy grin at her own reflection, she withdrew her dripping fingers and thrust three inside, the stretching make her whimpering the only note in a song only she could hear. She rode her hand to a glorious, trembling climax, the scent of which filling the air.

It was only when she panted afterwards that she realised the knocking had continued on unabated. She blushed bright red, standing only with the aid of the bed. Her robe was on it, which she slipped over her body and tied loosely before answering the door with a growl. A mousy rabbit-maid was outside; about to knock once more before the she-wolf answered the door.

"Sorry ma'am! My manager wanted to inform you that...erm...there's been a snow-storm. Everyone is trapped here until the snow-trucks get here to free us. I'll...let you get back to what you were doing. Breakfast isn't for another half an hour."

With an impatient nod, she returned to the mirror and stripped the robe off. She wondered why she came to these hotels sometimes. Surely she wasn't that horrible to look at? She was short, it was true, and she had the large breasts which a lot of shorter wolves and other furs did, but that was it. She was slim otherwise, with defined muscles which showed just how much she worked out. She licked her lips as she turned side on, looking at her hair and frowning. It was getting long for her, already caressing almost teasingly on top of her slightly rounded ass.

Even with her looks, she was left alone to stare into her own mismatched eyes, and to use her fingers to tease the heat from her body. She whined quietly before walking into the shower-room. She had plans there, as well, but first she needed to clean her fur. When the water was warm, she slipped underneath it, grabbing her favourite shampoo which promised to hide the scent of arousal and at the same time smelt like vanilla and lavender. She moaned in appreciation as she massaged the cool liquid into her fur, deliberately rubbing at her breasts.

She felt her nipples rub her hands, squeezing them anyway as she felt the heat build in her body again. She ignored it tough, stroking the sweet-smelling stuff across her belly and down her thighs before she rinsed it off. Her 'clever' idea was to take the shower hose down from the wall, prop herself in the corner and direct the powerful pulses of water between her thighs.

The first pulse had her sliding down to the ground; the second had her back arching while she moaned. The sound of her arousal lingered in the room, echoing as she closed her eyes and shuddered slowly. She teased her finger against her clit, wondering just how much of this treatment she could take. With every pulse of the shower-head, she found her stomach and thighs tensing, her breath catching in her throat while she groaned softly.

She soon found that there wasn't much she could do but let herself go, keening softly as she achieved the second orgasm in half an hour, and another one which she needed. Numb fingers dropped the shower-head with a thump as she buried her head in her hands and moaned quietly to herself, her hips moving against nothing before she growled. She should have known that those pills to quell a heat were a bad thing. She'd never been this bad; never needed to be pounded into a mattress or wall more than she did now. Cleaning her fingers with her tongue absent-mindedly, she rinsed herself off and turned off the shower, putting the shower-head back.

She mumbled in appreciation at her taste before surveying her meagre wardrobe and frowning. She couldn't wear a mini-skirt. That just wouldn't do, not when she was in heat and minus someone to sate it. Instead she grabbed a skirt which swirled around her knees and a loose blouse. She didn't bother with a bra, but grabbed the laciest pair of thongs she owned and pulled them up over her ass. They made her butt look even more curvaceous, and she admired herself in the mirror before dressing the rest of the way. She had to fight the urge not to tease at her body again as her stomach was grumbling and demanding sustenance for the climaxes she wrung from it already.

She sighed, grabbing her room-key and then shutting the door behind her. She had so much to do...mainly to herself. She frowned a little before arching her back and crunching it. Sitting in the shower wasn't the best of ideas, but it was the most fun she'd had. Her tail wagged as she walked through the corridor, though maybe stalked was the best word to describe the way her hips rolled from left to right in a clear invitation.

She was left unmolested and unaware of the eyes which lingered on her legs and ass, even as she appeared in the breakfast hall and sank into the nearest available chair. She closed her eyes and sighed before looking about the table. There were only three people there, not including her and that alone made her relax slightly. Two of those were female, so those were at the back of her mind as she let her eyes trail the cheetah sat on the chair opposite her.

When she met his eyes, she smiled flirtatiously at him before frowning when she realised that one of the woman she had ignored before was also a cheetah and they were there together. A growl rumbled from her throat before she stretched slowly and then smiled politely at the cat to her left. She was paused in her smile when she realised just what the cat was; you didn't often see snow leopards outside their own groups, and to find one now surprised her for a moment.

She smiled once she realised she had been staring, blushing slightly as she offered a hand to the female cat.

"Hey there. The name's Singer. Sorry, I didn't mean to stare - I've just...never seen a snow leopard in person before. I almost thought you were, you know. A creature only seen in movies." She went an even brighter red when she realised that she was babbling and it was only offset by the low chuckle that came from beside her, which for some reason made shivers crawl up her spine.

She didn't know why the leopard had such an effect on her, but she judged that it was going to be because of the husky, soft voice which had filled her ears. When she spoke, it caused her ears to flick as she blushed.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. My name is Cleo. And we aren't known to be with many other people, either. I'm just different, I like to explore. All things." The words spilled into her stomach, making it clench and the blush again spill up her cheeks and this time all the way down her throat.

She was left alone afterwards to eat, so eat she did. She filled up on as much egg, bacons and sausage she could eat, figuring that she'd burn off the calories in orgasms - after all, everyone knew that you burnt a lot of weight when you were writhing about. Her mind seemed to be constantly on her own pleasure, and she didn't realise that Cleo had wrapped an arm around the back of her chair - but she felt the hand that gripped her thigh enough that she uttered a quiet moan that caught the attention of the two cheetahs.

She didn't dare move as the hand slipped up her thigh, pulling the skirt with it and she exhaled loudly when she felt longer fingers than her own press into her body through the underwear. The dark chuckle which rippled in her ears had her shuddering under the attention as she wiggled her hips forwards into them. She had no idea why the leopard was doing this to her, but with her head thrown back and Cleo turned in towards her, her hand obviously busy doing something very clear to the cheetahs and the waiter stood in the doorway, shifting as he watched her moan.

The complaint which slipped from her lips when Cleo pulled her hand away had the leopard laughing in her ear. She blushed and dropped her head into her arm, whining in embarrassment, shifting in her seat before running. She couldn't stay in there, with everyone laughing at the horny she-wolf letting a stranger press inside her body, even through underwear which was now, ashamedly, soaking wet. She ran into the elevator, tapping the doors to shut before finding the doors stopped by Cleo. She groaned, frowning a little as she sighed.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to act like that, but you should have grabbed me..."

She was silenced by Cleo resting one, sticky finger against her lips. It made her blush again, her eyes dropping to the ground as she stopped what she was saying to see what was gonna be said to embarrass her now.

"You don't worry about it. You are in heat and I...I want to help you with it. Now look at me. Now." The dominance coming through her voice had her eyes lifting instantly, though she didn't quite meet the grey eyes of the snow leopard. She didn't quite have the courage to meet the eyes of the one who had had her moaning in public when she had hoped to save all her need for in her own room.

"Come with me. You'll love my room. And what I've got planned for you, I promise." The darkness in that velvety voice had her squirming where she stood, whining quietly in the back of her throat as she was grabbed by Cleo. Almost roughly, the leopard tugged on her ears before hissing into one of them. "Take your underwear off here. I want whoever next gets in here to smell just how much of a dirty, dirty wolf you were, to be turned on so quickly. You might be lucky; they might even be male and you may be here still. Though if you need a guy after me, I'll eat my tail."

Singer hesitated, pausing only until her ear was bitten hard enough to drag a moan from her lips. Instantly, she worked the underwear down her hips and then to her knees where she worked herself out of them before shyly handing them to the leopard standing beside her. She grinned, chucking them into the corner of the elevator as it shuddered to a stop and the doors opened. She was pulled through the doors before they shut and straight to a door on the opposite end of the corridor.

"Did you know...that everyone heard you this morning. Whining and begging for someone to stuff you full. You kept me awake for hours, just hoping that I could make you squeal for me. I'm going to make you beg for me to stop, then when I do you'll be on the floor, begging for me to make you squeal again and again and again. I'll wring so much pleasure from you that you'll crave me when you are next in heat." The words were hissed into her ear before warm lips were pressed to hers, a rough tongue sweeping in the second she gasped and plundering her mouth.

Soft growls rippled through the she-wolf as she arched into the strong touch of Cleo, letting the feline take her into her room without a single argument this time. Even when she trembled, the kiss didn't stop. She was dizzy, dazed with arousal as the kiss was broken suddenly, leaving the she-wolf whining and whimpering quietly. She soon trembled as the leopard stood back, arms folded across her midriff while she tipped her head to the side.

"Strip for me, Singer. Let me see what you are hiding so I know what to do to you. So I can learn what makes you scream." She watched the panting, shuddering she-wolf, her head tilted to the side with a somewhat cruel smile on her lips that had her tail flicking behind her. Singer didn't hesitate, unbuttoning the blouse slowly before dropping it to the floor and kicking it away from her. The hiss that sounded made her smile even as she wriggled the skirt down now bare hips, leaving her bared to the leopard's gaze.

She shuddered under the heated glances, biting her lip as she arched her back just a little. She had to stop herself from embarrassing herself, and with the sudden hand gliding down her thigh, she was groaning. She articulated her need so loudly that Cleo growled the sound so feral in the dimly lit room that Singer shuddered in fear.

When nothing happened to her, Singer resumed her soft trembling before the light overhead was snapped off, the darkness so deep that even she struggled to peer through it. She felt the sudden sting on her ass, before a voice hissed into her ear.

"Now, my sweet, sweet wolf. Make sure you do exactly what I say, and I promise it'll all be worth it. You'll be screaming for hours to come. Now, I want to watch you make yourself moan, watch you whimper for me to ease all your need while you are in heat."

She blushed as she heard the soft squeaking on springs, followed by the sigh of a relaxing body then the click of a light so bright it blinded her.

"Come on over here then. I want to be able to watch you do this, watch you press your fingers deep inside your body until you write about and beg me for help." She blushed and nodded, shivering as she crept forwards and then sank onto the bed. With one of her legs was propped up so she could pass her fingers down between the swollen lips.

One finger had her shivering faster, the other hand propping her hand up as she partly curled so she was able to force the second one in, gasping as she slowly let her fingers sink in and out, her hips arching slightly as she pushed herself in closer. Cleo changed ends, fascinated by the almost feline flexibility the wolf showed in her attempt to make herself cum. The fingers shifting and twirled, speeding up as she groaned and moaned quietly, embarrassment showing in her flushed neck and the red cheeks which had the pair entranced.

When Singer added a third finger, she was lost to the pleasure being stretched gave her. Her toes curled and her entire body shuddered under the unceasing rough treatment she needed to push her over the much needed edge. However, it wasn't until Cleo had her head resting on the black leg that Singer noticed her, but it was the cold air she blew that made the she-wolf fly apart at the seams, screaming in need and in pleasure.

While she panted, Cleo grinned, busying herself with her tongue scooping up every single droplet of the she-wolf's pleasure, even to the point of ignoring the soft, begging sobs, pleading with her to stop and let her breath. It wasn't until the rasped tongue had stroked her towards another howling climax, this time whimpering and shuddering against the bed that she let her relax at all, her eyes gleaming.

"Such a tasty, tasty wolf. You are perfect for what I want you for." The darkness in her voice almost caressed the still trembling she-wolf, her eyes closing as she whined softly, arching her back and panting. She wasn't quite on the verge of begging yet, but the more she felt watched, the heavier Cleo's gaze was on her naked body, the closer she slipped towards that dark edge that had her hand slipping down her stomach, determined to tease herself back into pleasure.

Just as she was about to glide her fingers back inside her body, her hand was caught in a steel grasp that had her whimpering softly. Her eyes closed as she shivered, trembling slightly before her hand was dropped and she opened the mismatched eyes which were always open books when in regards to her feelings. Cleo was smiling slowly, her eyes gleaming as she slipped from the bed.

Singer watched as the leopard stripped quickly, blushing as she sank her teeth into her lip. She had to resist the temptation for her hand to sink back into her body; to tease out the climaxes she knew were waiting and waiting willingly. A groan spilled from her lips as she arched under the sudden burning glaze on her body. She was spread out, like a buffet that only the leopard was allowed to feast at.

She growled quietly, her eyes closing as she felt the bed depress and fur brush against her thighs. She felt the sudden weight of the larger cat, settling in against her, her wet, heated folds suddenly colliding with the feline's, such a soft and gentle brush that she moaned. She groaned louder when the brush was repeated, feeling herself encased in hair and fur and warm, feminine heat that increased her pleasure.

The movements sped up, the grinding burning against her body as she felt teeth seize on her neck, worrying at skin so sensitive it had her whimpering and arching, grinding back while she was pinned, both by teeth and a hard grip on her hands, forcing them above her head and stretching her out so hard that she arched just to ease her muscles.

The arch gave the snow-leopard the encouragement, one hand now pinning the hands to the bed, the other grazing slightly rounded claws down the she-wolf's side, drawing delicious moans which echoed in the dim room. She roughly grabbed her thigh, again gliding the claws across it before propping her knee up, now at the angle where she could rock herself against the she-wolf hard enough that the pair whimpering and moaning, the leopard hissing as her back arched.

She knew that the she-wolf was on such a fever pitch that it'd only take a little to send her over the edge, and there was nothing she liked more than knowing that her newest casual partner was in the throes of orgasm caused by her, and her alone. She shifted her teasing bites to the front of her throat, and chewed on it lightly, the she-wolf delighting her with an arch and a sudden keen of pleasure that was only made louder as the leopard really began to grind herself against the she-wolf, encouraging the moans that came as the she-wolf began to drip again, the pair indulging in their sloppy scissoring.

The leopard was the one who slipped first surprisingly, her hiss making her nip harder at the throat in her jaws, the wolf following far too quickly afterwards with a quiet sound quickly swallowed. The leopard and wolf lay together, trembling for a moment before Singer was rolled over and her rump swatted by velvet paws, the claws thankfully held in while the 'punishment' was administered.

"Bad girl! Such a naughty, bad bitch! I want to hear it when you feel good, otherwise next time you'll just be teased and teased and teased, until you do beg me to let you cum. Do you understand me?"

She nodded, whining softly as her ears splayed, the hand tapping her smoothing the slightly tender ass that was so inviting on her lap - so inviting that she had to dip her fingers deep inside the she-wolf. When her body tensed, Cleo held her down, one arm across her shoulder blades, the other continuing to thrust in and out, teasingly slow. So slow that Singer whimpered a soft pleading call for Cleo. When she was ignored, she squirmed; leading Cleo to sink two fingers into her in place of one.

The suddenness had her tensed, clenching around the fingers as she felt the pleasure ripple through her stomach. Cleo was laughing softly as she watched Singer buck onto her fingers; able to feel her heat swelling further the more she indulged the she-wolf in her lap. She finally pushed her from her lap and then laughed at the shocked face the she-wolf presented. She lapped at her fingers with a purr of enjoyment, before standing and walking to her suitcase.

A creak of the hinges had Singer looking up, alert enough to look, curious enough to stand and wander closer. A blush filled her cheeks as she spotted more toys than the kinkier movies had and when Cleo pulled out a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold and three different sized toys, which were sure to drag whimpers and climaxes from her body; her knees buckled and she collapsed onto the ground, panting and squirming herself against her own heel.

Little did she know, but the staff members from the hotel was watching all the happenings, as were the two cheetah's in their room while she was made to entirely embrace the heat which burned through her veins, until she was so exhausted she passed out. She was immortalised in their minds, as Cleo dragged her through a full week of pleasure, though she lost weight slightly despite eating, and she was unable to walk properly without whimpering and moaning from the sensitivity...