Working Out the Kinks
EDITED: Version 2.0 - Fixed a couple of grammatical errors; fixed a sentence that I had deleted half of without noticing; elaborated a couple of sentences; added a minor bit of extra dialogue near the end.
He stared at the clock. Sixty seconds left until freedom.
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This was taking forever. It was the longest minute of his life. It was stifling in here. He had to get out. He needed freedom.
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It was too much. He was going to scream. He knew it. It had to be over soon. It had to be.
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He looked around. Everyone else was watching the clock too, their faces strained in anticipation.
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He was on the verge of tears. He was going to die before this minute was up.
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Nothing. There was no bell signalling the end of Jeffery Stark's eighth year of school. It was 3:00, and yet no bell had rung. Jeffery was a golden retriever, and at the age of fourteen, his early puberty had treated him well. Devoid of acne, the dirty blonde-haired, brown eyed young dog had filled out quite a bit with the lithe, wiry musculature common to his species. He had shot up in height as well, reaching a respectable 5"7' height - quite tall, considering his age and species. Currently, his head was cocked to the side in the classic canine expression of bemusement.
"Let me take this time to remind you, class, that our clock is three minutes early, and as such, I have an entire - let me see here - two minutes and thirty-seven seconds remaining in which to bore you to death, although I doubt that I will succeed, seeing as I have failed to do so up until now."
There was a rumble of laughter from the classroom.
"Now see what you can do to keep yourselves entertained for the next two minutes. That was the tensest sixty seconds I've had to endure from any of my end-of-year classes, and I have no desire to repeat it twice over. I might have a heart attack. It's not easy being as old as I am, you know."
The class laughed again. The speaker was the English teacher at James Houston Junior High, Mr. Damiens, who was not nearly as old as he looked. He was only fifty-two, but he claimed to be seventy-three, which he pulled off quite well due to the fact that he was extraordinarily thin and bony (in no small part due to being a giraffe), and dyed what little hair he had left a light shade of grey, leaving it wispy and unkempt. Jeffery remembered his first day in Mr. Damiens' class, when the (seemingly) ancient teacher had hobbled in slowly, using a cane to keep himself upright. The first thing that had gone through Jeffery's brain had been whether the decrepit old bat was fit enough to teach. The second had been astonishment, as the teacher threw aside his cane, jumped up and roared at everyone to get their notebooks out, what were they waiting for?
He looked back up at the clock, and noticing that there was very little time left until the bell, began a countdown.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, ONE..."
Still no bell. The class looked at their teacher, completely befuddled.
"Oh, right. I set the clock forward another few seconds to torture you all. Bell rings now."
As the teacher finished his sentence, the ball rang, to interspersed cries of relief and groans of annoyance. The school year was over, and the student populace of JHJH had a whole summer to look forward to. Jeffery headed over to his locker, which he had emptied almost completely by now, with the exception of a couple of notebooks he had kept just in case. He opened his locker and put the remainder of his stuff into his backpack, not noticing a green and blue blur coming down the hall towards him at breakneck pace. Closing his locker, he zipped up his backpack and turned around, only to be greeted by a flying tackle-hug, which pinned him to the floor.
"ARGH! Gaby, get off me!"
Gabriella Paccinelli, Jeffery's best friend, was a 13-year-old, charcoal grey catgirl from an Italian family. Though born in Italy, her family moved to Canada soon after her birth, so she had no accent to speak of. With the round, cherubic features that graced many Italians, she somehow managed to stay thin, even through the vast amounts of food that her mother plied her with each day. Perhaps it was the insane energy that seemed to fill her almost all the time. A bit of a tomgirl, Gaby was dressed in her usual baggy outfit: a t-shirt - bright green on this particular day - and jeans.
"Only If I get to follow you home."
"And why exactly would you want to do that?"
"Because you got a PS3 yesterday."
"Ah. Right."
With the curious public display explained, the few onlookers that had gathered to watch the strange scene dispersed. Gaby then released her canine counterpart and they left the school together, singing loudly their traditional year-end song, alternating the lines between them. Jeffery began:
"Well we got no choice!"
"All the girls and boys!"
"Makin all that noise!"
"'Cause they found new toys!"
"Well we can't salute ya!"
"Can't find a flag!"
"If that don't suit ya!"
"That's a drag!"
They chorused loudly, and some more of the students around them joined in enthusiastically.
"SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER!
SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL'S OUT FOR EVER!
SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOL'S BEEN BLOWN TO PIECES!"
Gaby did some crazy air guitar, to much laughter. As the throng thinned out, so did the volume of the song, until it was just the two friends singing and walking down the street towards Jeffery's house, much to the amusement of others in the neighbourhood who knew them. They repeated the song three times over before getting there, and finished the last line of the third rendition just as they were walking up the steps to the front door.
Jeffery reached for the handle and turned, but found the door locked. He frowned. This wasn't right. His mother worked from home, so she should still be in. He reached under the eaves for the spare key and let them in. He went straight for the fridge, where he figured he would find a note of explanation, if there was one, and indeed there was. He scanned it.
"Mom and Dad are out. Dad planned another of his "surprises". That just basically means that he took her to a cheap motel to screw her into the ground."
Gaby giggled.
"And how would you know that, Jeff?"
He smirked.
"The last time I found a note involving "surprises", they came back smelling of cheap motel room and sex, not to mention the afterglow was so strong flowers would have bloomed if they'd gone near any. Oh, and Mom was walking funny. By the way, there's frozen pizza for dinner if you want to stay."
When he looked over, Gaby was face up on the floor, her handpaws twitching.
"GABY! What happened?!"
"Too funny! Can't breathe! Help!"
The canine shook his head, smiling. This was classic Gaby. She didn't burst out laughing like other furs; she was paralysed with silent laughter, quite literally. She would be able to breathe eventually, but he figured he could help her along a bit. He gave a sharp jab to a point just above her collarbone, at the base of the neck, and another one to her solar plexus, at the bottom of the ribcage. The catgirl immediately gasped in a breath.
"What was that?! That was so cool! How did you do that?"
"One question at a time! And you have to answer mine first."
"Mgnwha?"
Jeff burst out laughing. This was another one of his friend's many eccentricities. She would make a strange sound like that if ever she was completely confused.
"Stay for dinner, Gab?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever, HOW DID YOU DO THAT?"
"Promise you won't laugh?"
"If it's that funny I'll just seize up again, so yeah, I promise."
The canine sighed. It was basically the same thing, not that it mattered.
"My Mom paid for an online course a while back on the basics of massage. She told me I could pay her back in massages, and that way I could practice, too. Anyway, one of the sections was on pressure points, you know, to relax tense muscles. But yeah, I'm a guy, and I wanna be a masseuse. You can laugh now."
"That. Is. So. COOL!"
Now it was Jeffery's turn to be confused.
"Come ON, Jeff! Do you have ANY idea how much of a market there would be for hot guys in a business like that? Most of the clients are female, right?"
The canine felt his face heat. Whether it was intentional or not, Gaby had just called him hot.
"Screw playing PS3! You're bringing me up to your room and giving me a massage. NOW."
He rolled his eyes as it happened the other way around, with the feline instead dragging him up to his room. Closing the door behind them, and turned to face him.
"So, what do you need me to do?"
"Well, lie face down on the bed. That way I can do this properly."
She jumped on to the bed.
"Anything else?"
He felt his face heat again.
"Well, erm, I can't see what I'm doing through those baggy clothes, so...um...I...uh, I need you to take off your shirt and jeans."
The canine saw his friend's ears pinken, but she giggled and complied, laying face down on the bed. Jeff, meanwhile, was in shock. Puberty, it seemed, had treated her well too. Not only was she thin, as he had believed, but she had a perfect hourglass figure...coupled with C cup breasts, currently spilling out of a too-small bra. He felt a stirring in his loins, and his face went beet red. Gaby, who had sensed that something was wrong, turned her head to look at her friend, to find that his mouth was hanging open slightly. She giggled.
"What's wrong, silly?"
"But - you're HOT!"
The feline frowned, starting to sound angry.
"And how is that a BAD thing?" she demanded.
"No, no! It's not! It's just - with all the baggy clothes, I always thought you were trying to hide something, but you're - you're beautiful!"
Now it was the cat's turn to blush deeply. She buried her face in a pillow to hide its redness, her next sentence coming out muffled by the feathery bulk.
"Jfft ftart maffaving arreathy!"
"What was that?" Jeff asked playfully, pretending not to understand.
The feline, forced to remove her now deeply red face from the pillow, repeated the sentence.
"Just start massaging already!"
"Happily," replied the retriever, noting her blush. "Oh, and I'm gonna have to undo the bra clasp to get at your upper back."
He no longer blushed; now, he was in his element. He undid the clasp of her bra; his fingers danced over her back, feeling out the tense areas. But this couldn't be right...she was tense - everywhere? He re-assessed, but the verdict was the same. He couldn't believe it.
"How do you LIVE like this, Gab? You poor thing; you're so tense!"
There was no reply, so he began at the shoulders, slowly rubbing and pounding at the knots that had formed there, giving the occasional sharp jab to a pressure point. Her muscles were almost too tense. The retriever was at a loss as to how she could have gotten this wound up. Slowly, too slowly, the muscles in Gaby's shoulders unwound, and she gave a moan of relief.
"Please don't stop. It feels SO good."
He complied, listening to her occasional moans and gasps as he unwound the muscles in her upper back. As they finally relaxed, a deep rumbling began in the catgirl's chest, and he realized she was purring. The retriever smiled at this. He noticed a faint smell in the air that he hadn't before, but decided he was probably imagining things. He ignored it, and lost himself in the loosening of his best friend's muscles. He started on the lower back, which seemed the tensest of anything so far. When they finally unwound, he realized he was sweating. This was hard work.
"I'm gonna do your legs and arms now, okay? This won't take as long as your back did."
Receiving only a deep moan in reply, he started from her shoulders again, this time working down her right arm, then her left, de-knotting her wound-up muscles. He even massaged the kinks out of her handpaws. The smell was back, and stronger, but he ignored it, starting this time at her footpaws, and slowly working his way up. By the time he reached her quads, the smell was overpowering. Finally, he noticed what it was. Her panties were sopping wet. The canine was totally out of his depth here, but he knew the theory. He figured he could wing it. Smiling mischievously, he moved up her legs to her glutes - even those were tense, how did she do these things? He paid special attention to the tailbase. She gasped in response to the stimulation of the sensitive area.
"Is the kitty getting a little hot under the collar?" he asked sultrily.
Although she was blushing deeply, Gaby managed an answer in the same tone of voice.
"Perhaps..."
"Well, I'm done here. Would the kitty like a full frontal massage as well?"
The catgirl licked her lips, rolling over on the bed and discarding her bra. Her canine friend straddled her, whispering silkily into her ear. She smiled as she felt his warm breath ruffle her headfur.
"Now," Jeff began, "when giving a massage, it is important to feel out the patient's body for the tensest muscle groups."
He ran his handpaws through the soft fur of her belly, moving up and finally setting them on her breasts.
"When you have decided which muscle group is most in need of the massage, you must use a slow, circular motion, using the heels of your handpaws to press softly but firmly into the muscle."
He massaged her breasts, giving the occasional tweak to her nipples, which were hard and peeking out of her fur.
"It is also important to remember which pressure points are best to use to best relax the tense muscle."
The catgirl had her eyes closed. She was breathing faster, and he noticed that her heartbeat had increased dramatically. Her purring had been incessant since she had first turned over. He stopped his fondling momentarily.
"Does the kitty like this?"
There was a pleading gleam in her eyes as they snapped open.
"Yes! Please Jeff, don't stop!"
He obeyed with alacrity. His handpaws rubbed in slow circles down into her belly fur, roaming to her sides as Jeff moved down her body. He removed her panties with agonizing slowness, massaging back up her legs to her inner thighs, carefully avoiding touching her pussy, which was now inflamed and dripping wet. The scent was intoxicating. She whined needily.
"Please, Jeff!"
His handpaws moved back up to her belly fur.
"Well, if the pussycat really wants it..."
"Yes! YES, Jeff, please!"
His tongue extended slowly, and he started to lap at her folds. She gasped and arched her back at the unexpected intrusion of the leathery muscle. He licked harder, using the broad pink head to occasionally flick her clit. Suddenly, he thrust his tongue as hard and as deep as he could. The catgirl cried out, her handpaws shooting to the back of his head to hold him where he was. She mewled a little with every breath. He could tell that she was close. Suddenly, he had a novel idea. Taking a deep breath, he closed his mouth and thrust as much of his muzzle as he could into her cunt. She screamed in unbearable pain-laced pleasure as she was stretched. He began to pump in and out, fucking her with his muzzle.
"OH GODS, JEFF! I - I - I'M - AAAAAH!"
The canine felt her handpaws clamp down on the back of his head, holding him in position. There was a rush of juices against his muzzle, which he withdrew, lapping up the sweet nectar. Gaby was breathless.
"My gods, Jeff! That was incredible!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now why don't we - "
"Wait, you didn't think we were done yet, did you?"
She moved up towards him, and suddenly his shirt was off.
"Wow, Gab! That was quick."
"Shut up and kiss me."
They locked lips, each one exploring the other's mouth. The catgirl tasted herself on the canine's tongue. Her hand moved stealthily down and groped the bulge in his jeans. As he moaned against her, the need for air became pressing, and they surfaced with a gasp. The canine got up for a moment, removing his pants and boxers, exposing his pride to the air, already fully out of its sheath. Puberty had treated him VERY well here. She licked her chops, salivating.
"Does the pussycat like it? Even without the knot, it's almost a foot long."
She almost came again right there.
"Get on the bed. Right now."
There was a blur of grey; he was lying on the bed, with her above him this time. He marvelled again at her speed. Suddenly her mouth was around his cock. He groaned. Her sandpapery tongue was dancing around his fleshpole like there was no tomorrow. She began to bob up and down on him, taking steadily more of his meat into her mouth. He felt his tip hit the back of her throat. She didn't gag, instead smiling up at him around his shaft. He gasped in pleasure as he felt a light graze of teeth.
For years, Gaby had swallowed her mother's huge meals as fast as she possibly could, so as to go outside and play. Now, she was suppressing her gag reflex for a meal of a different kind. Slowly, she bobbed down Jeff's length until her nose was resting against his light tuft of pubic fur. She inhaled his juvenile musk, the smell driving her wild. She bobbed faster, stuffing her friend's magnificent dick down her throat. Resting one hand on the bed to steady herself, she used the other to fondle Jeff's orbs. Judging by their weight, she could tell that he hadn't gotten off in quite a while, likely since the start of exams two weeks ago. Stress could suck the libido right out of you; she knew that for a fact. She looked up at her lover's face, which was contorted in ecstasy as he whined on pleasure, gripping the sheets. She could feel him start to hump down her throat, his cock twitching. He was close, very close. His knot had already formed, and she grabbed it, squeezing hard. She let him pump himself down her throat. Abruptly, he thrust hard, howling as the first jet of his seed was pumped down her throat. She felt it, rather than tasted it, since the tip of his shaft was most of the way to her stomach. She pulled off, her lips forming an airtight seal around Jeff's cocktip as the second torrent of spunk was sprayed into her mouth. She murred at the taste. It was salty and a little bitter, but she thought she liked it. She continued to swallow his essence, her cheeks bulging at the size of his load. Finally, the flow slowed and she was able to swallow it all, never letting a drop of the precious pearly liquid spill.
As Jeff came down from his high, the canine recovered the power of speech.
"Gods, Gaby! that was incredible! Are you sure you haven't done that before?"
"I could ask the same of you, stud. And we're still not done here. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
"What ever the kitty wants, the kitty gets. I'm still hard, horny and ready to go."
With a rolling tackle, Jeff was on top of his friend, his canine cock poised at her entrance.
"Fuck me, stud."
He thrust hard, hilting himself in his best friend's cunt. She screamed out her pleasure. But something was wrong. His conscious mind surfaced out of the haze of lust long enough for him to determine that...she had no hymen! He glared at her, disgusted.
"You HAVE done this before!"
"Nope, but if you dig deep enough in my mother's underwear drawer, she has a stash of vibrators. They're fun."
"Umm...ew?"
"Now that I think of it, yeah, ew. Now SCREW ME INTO THE GROUND!"
He obliged, rocking back and forth into her pussy. She was in bliss. Every few thrusts he would grind upwards into her clit, and he was thick enough to hit her g-spot constantly. His length pierced her cervix on one of his deeper strokes. She gasped at the strange sensation of having her womb invaded. It was electrifying. Jeff, meanwhile, was in a haze of pure lust. He mated her like a madbeast, pounding into her as hard as he could. His sexual instincts were taking over, and he took her neck into a deep mating bite. She leant her head backwards in the ageless gesture of submission. The teeth against her neck were all the stimulation she needed. Her second climax rocked her body; her walls clamped down on Jeff's shaft, squeezing it spasmodically. The canine growled, screwing himself yet harder into the tighter passage. His knot was swelling for the second time, and as Gaby came down from her high, she felt it bumping against her entrance. She ground her aching clit back against her best friend's massive cock, screaming as it rasped against her g-spot as well.
"Fffffucccck, YES! TIE ME, JEFF!"
The canine thrust into her hard, is huge knot stretching her to her limits, grinding past her clit... and he was inside her, fully inside her. She could feel his knot stretching her walls with his short, needy motions. And then he came. He howled once again, pumping yet another enormous doggy load into her. As the catgirl felt his cum painting her insides, she had her strongest orgasm yet, arching her back into her friend's soft fur, locking her arms around him as they rode out the waves of ecstasy together.
When, minutes later, the two lovers had finally come down from their climaxes, they lay facing each other on the bed, tied together by Jeff's knot.
"So," said Gaby, "I guess this means we're dating now, huh."
"That depends. Was this to my kitty's liking?"
"Go get some flowers. I wanna see if they'll bloom."
In response, her lover hugged her closer to him, laughing.
"MY sexkitten!"
She giggled, returning the gesture.
"MY studpuppy."
And, locked together in a gentle kiss, the lovers fell asleep, each holding the other in a loving embrace.