A Short Yiff from PDem
The cheetah stood at the foot of the bed, bereft of all clothing, his tail flicking. He stretched out his arms, the left one cracking while the right one whirred. His right arm...lost in a tragic accident, taken by a so-called safety measure, sheared off at the shoulder. He now wore a robotic prosthetic which, he had to admit, worked a hundred times better than the original. He looked down upon the femme in his bed with a lecherous grin. The stars that zipped passed the windows of Infinity were reflected in his eyes.
The squirrel upon the bed watched him watching her, idly fondling her breasts. They'd bred only a few hours before, but they needed to breed just once more before bed. And she needed it. Oh did she ever need it. The burning in her loins was almost unbearable. She hadn't yet had her fill of her mate, and she doubted she ever would. She loved him. Most prey feared predators, refused to be intimate with predators, since predators usually didn't believe in mateship. They open-bred. But not the cheetah. Not Zyon. He had chosen her years before to be his. And she had chosen him as well. Oh, their relationship wasn't a perfect one. They fought sometimes. Sometimes she caught him staring at other femmes. And her flirty nature had been the source of more than a few arguments. But they still loved each other. They were still working the kinks out of their relationship, but they loved each other.
Slowly, the cheetah slipped onto the bed, sliding over the top of the squirrel. She sighed as she felt his weight atop her, running her hands through the short fur on his chest. He carefully brought his hips forward, brushing her lower lips with just the tip of his barbed penis. She moaned softly, gripping his fur gently, raising her hips in readiness. His first thrust entered her smoothly, easily. She was well lubricated from the foreplay beforehand, and she arched her back as he slid inside of her, her belly pressed against his. She pressed her muzzle into his shoulder in an attempt to stifle her noises. The walls of Infinity were thin, and anyfur who perked up his ears could hear just about everyone engaging in a little stress relief. Still easily embarrassed, Sharee tried to stifle her cries as much as possible.
But with each thrust...each grind...each slide that touched places deep within her, her cries became louder. Her juices flowed heavier. The scent of sex filled the air.
It felt good.
Oh God did it ever feel good.
'Thank you God, for giving furs such a wonderful gift', she thought.
It didn't take long. It never did. No matter what, their times of intimate contact only lasted a few minutes. He was too eager, and had a yiffy advantage that he used to great effect. She was too excited, and extremely tight, despite the many times they came together to make love. To yiff. Oh yiff.
His tongue lolled from his mouth, and she could see his teeth biting it, trying to stifle himself. More for her benefit than his. He rarely suffered embarrassment. He was a predator, through and through. But he believed himself to be a predator like in the Good Book. Gifted with a big body and sharp claws and teeth to protect creatures smaller than himself. She was smaller than himself. He protected her. He loved her.
And he made love to her.
Twitch, twitch.
His penis twitched several times within her, his barbs scraping her sensitive walls, pushing her closer to climax with each scraping. Then it happened.
Spurt, spurt!
His seed erupted within her, flooding her tight wetness with his feline seed in a futile attempt to sow her. Futile because she wasn't in heat. Futile because she was a squirrel and he a cheetah. Too genetically dissimilar to ever be able to breed successfully. They understood and accepted this fact; had made plans to adopt once they tired of space-faring life.
The explosion of seed within her, combined with the flaring of his barbs, sent her rocketing over the edge and down the deep, spiraling chasm known as orgasm. She bit his shoulder to keep from crying out. She was even more sensitive than usual, since her heat cycle was soon to begin. A twinge of sadness struck for just a moment. A simple sadness for not being able to gift her mate with a child. But she had known it would be so when she accepted him as her lifelong mate. The sadness, however, was washed away by the crashing waves of orgasm that soaked her mind in pleasure, even as it soaked her mate's crotch with juices.
He held himself stiff above her for a bit, his seed still spurting every so often. Once he was empty, he withdrew himself and lay down beside his mate. He knew she wanted to have his child, wanted to have his genes and hers mix together to create a kitten that they could shower with love and affection. But though she could not bear a half-breed symbol of their love, he knew a way she could have cheetah baby. Not through adoption, though it was a good alternative.
He had friends back on Homeworld who, if the money was right, would allow his seed to be implanted into a femme's egg, then placed within Sharee to grow. It would be their child. A symbol of their love. And he was going to keep it a surprise for a while. If he told her now, she would simply become over-excited.
Instead, he rolled her pleasure-fogged body onto its side and spooned against her back, holding her close as sleep overcame him...
Afterword - The two characters in this, Zyon and Sharee, are actually characters I came up with a while back. See, I submitted Zyon as a possible crewmember aboard the Arctic. Squirrel shot the idea down since Arctic was supposed to be all prey. No arguments there, since one doesn't argue with a genius about his works. But when I submitted Zyon, I wrote up a bit of a back story, which I named 'The Invincible Incident', which outlines both Zyon's relationship with Sharee, why he became a spacefur, and what happened to his arm. Such mysteries...