Fancy's first time
Fancy had been outside watering her garden. It was a beautiful day in Toontown (as always) and her trees and laff-o-dil's looked dry. She took her watering can outside, not mindful of the sneaky dog hiding behind her anvil tree.
Ranger was crouched behind the tree, watching the pretty pink kitty watering her flowers. He was itching to catch a glimpse of another pretty pink pussy and wished for a gust of wind. It never came. Cursing the perfect weather, Ranger crouched lower when she appeared a few feet from him, her back turned to him as she tended her flowers. Seeing a dried leaf in the soil, she bent over to get it.
Ranger's eyes widened when he saw toon paradise under her denim skirt. Unable to control himself, he bolted from behind the tree, lunged and buried his nose under her skirt. Fancy yelped at the cold, wet feel under her skirt and dropped her watering can...right on Ranger's foot. Dull pain now replaced his horny mood and he howled. Fancy turned to see Ranger rolling on the ground, holding his now flattened foot, wailing in pain.
"Oh, my!" she said and raced to Ranger. She kneeled near his head, which he placed in her lap, whimpering, burying his face in her skirt. Fancy caressed Ranger's head and ears, constantly saying, "I'm so sorry, Ranger, so sorry, oh, you poor doggie." She looked at his foot, not so flat now but not looking good. Sighing, she said, "Let's go soak your foot in the pond. The swelling will be better then..."
Leaning on Fancy, Ranger hobbled to the grassy flat part of the pond and settled his foot in the cold water. Gasping at the cold and sighing in relief, Ranger turned to Fancy and said, "Thank you, Nurse Kitty." Grinning at her, he said, "I think I hurt something else, too - it's pretty swollen." He placed her paw on the bulge in his shorts. Squealing, she pulled away and pushed Ranger into the water.
"That should stop the swelling, Ranger." she said, laughing. Ranger grabbed her leg and pulled her in. Screaming, she landed none-too-gracefully in the pond, splashing about. Ranger laughed at the water-logged kitty and she splashed him hard, water going up into his nose. He sneezed three times to clear it, and chased the kitty around the shallow part of the pond. She scrambled out, loudly complaining, "My fur is soaked and my skirt is drenched...I'm all wet, Ranger, and it's your fault!"
Clambering out after her, he laughed at the pouting kitty and said, "Fancy, in case you haven't noticed, I'm wet, too." He took off his shirt to wring it our and shook himself. More water landed on Fancy, dropping on her nose and ears. "I'll never get dry this way," he said and began to pull off his shorts. Fancy gasped and shielded her eyes, peeking through the open slot of her thumbs. "Ranger, how could you?"
Grinning, he dropped his shorts, landing with a wet 'plop' around his ankles. "Oh, kitty....." he taunted, 'the swelling hasn't gone away. If anything..." he continued, "it's gotten worse." She peeked through her paws to gaze at Ranger's red-hard cock pointing straight at her. Something stirred in Fancy, making her wonder how he tasted. Shaking the thought from her, she said, "Ranger...you really shouldn't...I mean...what if someone...sees you?" The more she spoke, the less she heard what she said.
"Someone does see me..." he growled at her. Hearing the growl made her think of the word, "MINE!" Seeing her frozen there, he walked to her "You'll catch a cold in these wet clothes." He grasped the bottom of her shirt and pulled up, over her head - but left her hands trapped in the sleeves. Bound by her own shirt, she looked at Ranger and swallowed nervously. She sensed what her body wanted - his tongue everywhere, drying her fur - and making her incredibly wet. He got nose-to-nose with Fancy, inhaled deeply of wet kitty scent. Growling in his throat, the licked her face and ears, drying her off.
"Seems to me, you need a bath, kitty. I hope my tongue's not too...wet." He said and began to lick her neck. She moaned despite herself. She wanted to run, to make him chase her, to be caught. But she wanted him more. Ranger's tongue traveled to the wet fur on her chest and tummy, drying her. He reached the still-wet waistband of her skirt. Looking up and grinning, he pulled it down quickly, toppling and making her land on her bottom in the soft grass. Her legs flew up and Ranger reared up, catching her knees to her chin. Smiling at her, Ranger said, "This is what I wanted to see all along." Keeping her legs up, be buried his nose in her pink fluff, sniffing around, until -
His tongue snaked out and met with soft, wet pinkness. Inhaling the same scent he caught a moment ago, he licked gently at her, relishing everything. She started squirming and wailing, not sure what she wanted. Finding that small pink button down there, his licking got faster and faster. Fancy was beside herself. Her wailing got louder until she thought she would burst. Unable to take anymore, Ranger picked up his head and covered her body with his, his dick rubbing Fancy's pink nether lips. Fancy's eyes widened in shock, fear...and something else. "Ranger, wait...I've never done this before," she said, staring up into lust-filled doggie eyes.
"I know," Ranger said softly. "I'll be easy, but I have to have you. I have to feel you everywhere." He rubbed the head of his dick against her button. She arched against him, wanting and fearing him. He rubbed his dick against her lips, pressing slightly. She felt a hiss build up and choked it down. He looked down and gently licked her face. She sighed happily - and he pushed forward. She stiffened a little, tense at the stretching and full feeling. He stopped and continued to lick her face muttering, "Oh, pretty pink kitty, I love you. Oh baby...mine!" Slowly he pushed forward, feeling every inch slide deeply into that tight pink cavern. He pulled her hands from her sleeves, and she wrapped her paws around her neck. Fancy pulled Ranger closer - burying him all the way inside.
They both froze for a moment. Ranger stared into Fancy's eyes, knowing she was really his now. Fancy knew what she felt, and gazed back up at him. He slowly pumped in and out of his prized possession, eyes closed and mentally measuring every inch of her pussy. She breathed raggedly as he pumped her, wanting more. Ranger reared up slightly, sliding his paw between them and rubbing her softly. Feeling her muscles tighten around him, Ranger thrust faster and harder, eager to both claim her and flood her. Her breathing turned to mews and gasps. She felt her hips thrust up beyond her control, feeling his paw rub her faster and faster. The tension and sweet build-up was too much; with a scream that made the Doodles stop playing and look around, Fancy shook and squeezed Ranger's embedded cock. Feeling her surge intensified his own build-up. He pounded her shaking body fiercely and howled as he physically claimed her, filling her with his cum.
Their breathing returned to normal as they clung to each other. Ranger looked up to notice the Doodles staring at them. They locked the gaze for a moment then scampered away, probably to make their own Doodle humpy.
Ranger gazed down at the flushed kitty he loved. Neither one could speak, but they both could feel. And that was enough.