Feline company.
#3 of Sheila the vixen
This one I took more time on. We'll see where their relationship moves from here eh? Comments and critiques are always appreciated!
Sheila stared at the napkin on the fake granite countertop like it was a missive sent from on high. She fiddled with the square plastic phone in her hand, a contemplative look in her emerald green eyes. She was torn between another night of self indulgence, like she had decided upon the previous night, or a call to the white tigress Dianne, who had caught her releasing some of her pent up tension at work.
Her loins burned and her hips seem to rock of their own accord, bringing a hot blush under Sheila's cheek fur as she recalled her antics earlier at work. She was lucky it was only Dianne who had caught her, and even luckier that Dianne wouldn't tell anyone. Would she? Sheila she the phone down.
No need for rash decisions now, its not like she meant tonight. She reasoned with herself. She thought of the tigress, her curves, her sexy breasts, and the way her hips swayed when she walked... Sheila's eyes grew distant, and a distinct tent appeared in her pants. Though she may have been nervous, her fox-penis knew EXACTLY what it wanted. She grabbed the phone again, but hesitated.
What if Dianne didn't like her? What if she ran screaming at the sight of her, addition? The phone was set down again and Sheila felt a tightness in her chest. The indecision was killing her. Her heat wasn't helping in the slightest either. Every once in a while she would brush some part of her anatomy upon the soft material of her gym shorts, she had had to remove her other clothes when she got home, they were rather soiled with her release from earlier, or the corner of the chair, making her long to hump something, either female, or male.
She found herself fantasizing about the tigress, how her body looked without a single thread. How she would reach down, down, down, and stroke her aching maleness, bringing her to complete sloppy ecstasy. Then the slight touches on the clit, each sending pure joy all the way to the tips of her toes.
"Fuck it!" She grabbed the phone and punched in the number before her common sense told her to stop. The phone rang for a few gut-wrenching seconds, then Sheila's heart stopped as someone picked up.
"Dianne's slut and fuck shop, open 24 hours or as long as you can go-" A tinny voice said from the other end. It wasn't Dianne, but she soon made herself heard,
"Dammit Kiera! I told you to stop answering the phone like that!" There was a bit of scuffling over the mic, and Sheila shifted uncomfortably, debating hanging up and slamming the phone down, but Dianne's voice soon came through,
"Hey, sorry about that, my roommate is a bit immature. Who was this?" Sheila swallowed and said quietly,
"It's Sheila.... From work?" The tigress made an 'oohhh!' sound and said,
"I wondered if you were going to call! Do you want me to come over there, my roommate isn't all that great of company." There was an indistinct yelling and Dianne yelled back mutedly, like she had covered the phone,
"Do you want me to bring anything? I have a bit if a collection." Sheila just squeaked slightly and her loins throbbed, the talk was almost enough to set her off.
"Ohh, first time? Okay, we'll go slow. Where do ya live?" Sheila directed her to the address, and wasn't sure who should hang up first. Her question was answered when the tigress announced she could be there in a half hour. Sheila set the phone down after the hang-up. She nervously looked herself over, white bosom, tank top, gym shorts (plus addition) orange fur, black foxgloves... She seemed to forget her entire way of dressing. She rushed upstairs to prepare herself for her co-worker's arrival.
A short time later.....
It seemed like years until the knock on the door came like gunshots to Sheila's pointed ears. She nervously smoothed the short dress she had changed into. It was a dark green, to match with her eyes, and was a little looser at the waist, which did wonders hiding her shame. She nervously walked to the door, wearing small heels, and opened it, awestruck by the sight of the tigress, who was wearing a black coat and jeans that hugged her figure and made her white fur glow as if lit by a spotlight.
Sheila's gaze lingered on the large chest that was hidden well by the black material of the coat. She swallowed once and looked Dianne in the face. The tigress was smiling and ogling Sheila in a similar manner. Conscious of the silence, Sheila managed to stammer out a few words,
"W-why don't you come in?" Dianne nodded, and wiped her brow comically,
"And here I thought we were just going to stand and stare at each other." She laughed. Sheila led her through the entryway, and stepped into the kitchen, where she had quickly prepared a bit of food, trying to be a good host. She nervously said,
"There's some food on the counter, I-if you're hungry." Dianne smiled, and took off her coat. Sheila's heart stopped. Dianne had stripped out of her jeans, and coat, and now wore nothing but her striped white fur. Her large breasts seemed to flip the bird to gravity, and remained perky and firm looking, capped with hard pink nipples, which made a detached part of Sheila's mind wonder why she hadn't seem them through the coat. Dianne smiled seductively,
"Ssooommmeeoness overdressed!" She singsonged, and Sheila's mouth went totally dry. Her cock jerked again, agreeing erotically with the sight the eyes were sending it. She reached blindly and grabbed a glass of water she had set out and drank the entire thing in a few gulps. She hadn't noticed, but in that short time Dianne had sidled closer to her and was now pressing into Sheila.
"You and I both know that food isn't why I'm here." She moved her mouth in closer to the vixen, who was almost hyperventilating by now. She moved a hand to the vixen's back and pulled her into a deep kiss. Sheila's eyes widened, then fluttered closed as she accepted the kiss. She couldn't think, couldn't wonder why she was worried, just... The.... Kiss..... she dropped the glass onto the ground with a 'thunk'.
Time seemed to just end to the poor vixen in heat, and the kiss ended that timeless joy all too soon, with Dianne grinding on Sheila's leg. The tigress nipped Sheila's ear and whispered,
"Why don't you slip out of that dress? I don't want to leave a stain. For me, or you." Sheila's mind was blank until Dianne tried to grope her in the crotch. The sudden contact of a foreign hand, albeit remove by a but of fabric, made Sheila whine and jerk her hips forward. Dianne went wide eyed and stepped back, Sheila's ears went flat against her head and she blushed to furiously it was detectable against her cheeks. Neither of them spoke for a moment. Then Dianne piped up,
"Was that.... What I thought it was?" Sheila shyly nodded, and Dianne moved forward slowly, trying to sound comforting,
"You know, it's okay, I was just... Pleasantly surprised. I was expecting you to ride me after a couple of dates with a strap on, looks like I'll get my wish a little sooner! And with the real deal no less!" She smiled warmly, trying to comfort the ashamed vixen. Sheila looked up, tears barely forming in her eyes,
"Y-you don't think I'm a freak? An oddity? Ugly.. Down there?" Dianne shook her head,and shifted closer to the herm,
"Let me prove that I think you're the hottest piece of vixen to even show up in my life." She reached down and grabbed Sheila by the lower back with her kept hand while her right aggressively massaged the herm's throbbing length through the thin dress. Sheila gasped and let out a moan, rolling her hips into the soft feeling. Dianne slid her hand up, and undid the dress at the shoulders, letting it fall onto the vixen's snowy looking breasts. She looked into the herm's eyes, and saw only raw, unrestrained lust look back. She smiled, and oulled the dress down around Sheila's ankles.
Her matching green panties and bra did extremely little to hide Sheila's body from the imagination. Her nipples were like pebbles pushing out at the light green cloth of the bra, and her cock was blatantly obvious under the matching panties. Dianne slid her hand under the lower undergarment set as Sheila stepped out of her dress, left to be forgotten on the ground. She wrapped her hand around the length and stroked up and down, causing the red fox to gasp and shudder, trying not to hump into the servicing hand. She leaned in close, pressing her bra covered breasts against Dianne's fur covered ones.
"Please." She whispered, her voice trembling in her heat. Her female sex had left a dark green wet spot on the light green material of the panties, and there was a dollop of pre upon the tip of her cock. Dianne reached behind the vixen, and undid the bra, letting it fall between them, revealing her smaller white mounds, with the cute tuft of fur between them. She used the same hand to hook her tail into the panties, and pulled them down while giving Sheila's nipples attention, pulling and pinching, making the herm moan and arch her back.
Dianne snickered, and lightly gripped the herm's cock, leading her away from the kitchen. With each step, her cock bounced and throbbed hard from her moving hips and legs. She turned and sat Sheila on the sofa in the living room, the leather making her slide around on her bare fur slightly. And kneeled between the vixen's legs, giving her one long lick up the base of her slathering pussy, across her clit, under and over her balls, and finally one loooonnnggg lick to the tip of the cock, where she debased the little drop of pre that had accumulated there.
Sheila moaned and pushed her crotch into Dianne's face as best she could, but Dianne had other plans. The white tigress slid up the herm's body, being sure to let her breasts and lower body slide erotically against the foxhood standing at attention, and aaaalllll the way up her body until their eyes met, and Dianne's hot snatch was hovering just over Sheila's member. Batting her eyes, she said,
"Are you ready for th- UHNNGG!" Sheila couldn't wait for her finished seducing, her cock needed that pussy's pussy NOW. She thrust upwards in the tigress's mid sentence, feeling the warm inviting fold welcome her cock like an old friend. The tigress's speech slurred to moans of 'oh god' and 'oh yes'. She too a more active role, which had been her initial plan before Sheila had turned the tables and started lifting and dropping herself upon the herm-meat.
There was no room for words in their passionate sex, and neither cared. Both were on cloud nine, Sheila's cock being massaged and pulled at like never before, tempting her to hump faster and claim the female as hers, and Dianne being filled so well, and feeling the sexy girl underneath her, giving her this wonderful building sensation. Sweat trickled down the both of them, and in their furious humping they tried to kiss, but the panting from both sides made it almost impossible. Sheila let out a cute 'yiff' noise involuntarily, as foxes are wont to do, and she found a place for her hands. She grabbed Dianne's hips and pulled her done forcefully to meet her thrusts, increasing the already frantic pace that they were at.
Dianne moaned and clutched at her breasts and Sheila's trying to bring the most pleasure to the both of them. She closer her eyes as she felt her self start to lose control, her body beginning to spasm unpredictably above the vixen humping her. She knew the vixen was further off than her, but she wanted it to happen together. She released her breasts and leaned forward as best she could with the movement and started licking up and down the bobbing tits. She took her recently free hand and shoved three finger in unceremoniously into the herm's neglected cunt.
Sheila gave one sharp yip and humped up with one last powerful thrust burying herself deep within Dianne. Her cock twitch once, then her body shuddered and writhed with white hot electricity rebounding up and down her spinal cord. Her cock throbbed and pulsed with what seemed like an endless amount of cum, though all of her antics earlier had left it relatively dry. There was still enough for Dianne to feel it deep inside herm which set her off about the same tine as the herm.
She moaned and writhed in ecstasy along with the vixen, pulling her mouth in for a sloppy kiss whilst they rode out their combined orgasms. She could feel her pussy tensing and contracting around the cock, and Sheila's was doing the same to her fingers, letting out generous amounts of fem-cum onto the leather below.
Their orgasms slowly trailed off, and they held each other close, both not realizing how long or how hard they had worked. Then Dianne noticed something as she adjusted herself, the fox cock still in her. Sheila noticed and asked breathlessly,
"W-....what?" Dianne snickered and moved her hips upwards, pulling a knotted cock inside her pussy along with it, making Sheila gasp below her.
"You got a little feisty there with that last one.. How long do you usually stay like this?" Sheila looked at the predicament they were in, then looked apologetically at the tigress,
"I usually just keep going.." Dianne smiled and rocked her hips.
"That babe. Sounds like a puuuurrrrfect idea."