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Kissing The Serval

By Ayn BlackFox

I walk down the city streets slowly. The cold night air whips over my feathered body, piercing through my clothing like they were not even there. I use my wings to cover myself up in an attempt to stay warm. Others around me wear heavy overcoats as they walk pass me, looking at me like I am a fool. Some whispering to each other that I am nude behind my wings. It is all non-sense, so I ignore them. They do not understand, I am not used to such sudden cold, especial being so far north where is always cold. I question why I took this trip but what is better than something free? I thought a mountain vacation would have been good but I didn't expect to get so cold so quickly even with my long sleeve shirts and pants. You can say that I have learned my lesson, the hard way. And to think that us birds are suppose to be smart. I can't say I am the sharpest tool in the shed but I can get the job done.

I turn and walk down a side street. There is less wind letting me move my wings back behind me. I stop and look inside a club through the dark tinted windows. It seems too crowded for me so I move on. The smell of the various types of food being cooked fills my nostrils with their overwhelming smell. My stomach growls loudly. I move away from the window and continue down the street. The thought of hot food and a good warm drink makes me stop and look inside other clubs and bars to see which one is not so crowded. Avoiding trouble, I hope.

I stop in front of a place called: "Smoking Jon's". An odd name but not enough to turn me away. It is not as crowded as the others, so I walk inside. There is a nice arrangement of customers. A vulpine couple in the corner. A lone male horse in the far corner. Two rough looking tigers in the center and a female of an unknown species sitting at the bar. With a sigh, I walk over to the bar and sit two seats away from the apparently unknown female. Her apparel seems to be normal. Tight fitting pants and sweats shirt from "GAP". Her facial feature make her appear to a hybrid of some kind. What exactly I do not know. Maybe some kind of lizard but not one I have seen before. Her body is too smooth, dolphin like instead of visibly scaly.

The waitress come over to me, wearing her skimpy, short, gray skirt and white shirt. Thigh high stocking and black shoes that really look like they are from a discount store. She is a bunny of medium gray with long blond hair. Her eyes, hazel in color. She has the looks but it all stops when asks me what I would like to order. Her voice is deep and masculine. "A TRANS!" My mind blurts out to me as if a sign of let down. With a bit of a sigh I look back at the wait-something not knowing which title to get this bunny. "I would like..." I look around a bit. "The house special with a hot tea." I only get a nod as the bunny walks away from me.

It seems to stay quiet. Music plays from the speakers mounted on the wall but it is just loud enough to be heard over the low conversation. Even the kitchen staff are quiet. I find it odd that is so quiet. Maybe it is just not busy or something happened earlier. I don't care as long as I get my order. I am starting to like that it's quiet in here. It is helping me warm up a bit as the wait-thing returns with a tall glass of tea and sets it front of me. She tells me that it is fresh and may be a little warm. I can only smile as she walks away again.

Sipping the tea, it is a bit cooler than what I thought but it taste good and brings a bit of warmth to my still chilled body. I hold the cup close to me inhaling its sweet, calming scent, relaxing a bit. My mind wanders, images of my family flash before, bringing warm feelings to me. The images continue to flash until some of my ex-boyfriend show up. I opens my eyes, returning to reality, feeling a bit better than when I first arrived. Before is a bowl of, thick, steaming chicken and vegetable soap with garlic bread sticks. The smell of the soup makes me smile widely as I reach for the spoon. I scoop up a bit of the soap, blow on it to cool it off and then taste it.

At the moment, my eyes grow wide. My tails feathers spread out as the taste soup fill my beak with its flavor. The feeling makes me quiver as I resist the urge to cry out in joy about the soup. It takes few seconds but I calm down and return a normal posture and continue to eat the soup and sip at the tea. Heaven.

A few minutes pass and I have cleaned out the bowl of its contents and finished off several glasses tea. I do not look at the check and simply leave a $10 on the table and leave. I got what I wanted and I am happier than earlier.

Walking out side I am greeted the chill of the night air. Full of hot soup and warm tea, I feel unaffected by the cold. I start to walk towards the hotel where I am stay at, wings folded behind me. My clothing flaps a bit in the wind. Others seem to be huddled up in jackets and some wait in the bus stop shelter to stay out of the wind until the bus arrives. I continue to walk wondering if I should just take the subway over to Broadway or just walk. Maybe just take to the cold and fly but my belly is too full at the moment. A bit of laughter escapes from me as I walks across Lexington Avenue and keep walking down towards Broadway.

I stop in front of a small shop, which is closed, but has a light one in a window. I look into the window and then smile a bit seeing the small figurine of a ballerina fox doing a twirl. I stare at the figurine a bit more and then leave the window. The wind keeps blowing, brings a heavier chill with it. I pick up the pace a little, feeling legs starting to feel the effects of the cold air.

It is does not take much time to reach Broadway. I look both ways and then cross and the street and head to the right. The wind dies down a bit but I keep walking at pace. I can see the hotel down the street and I smile a bit. The thoughts of the warm hotel room and then soft bed fill my head. I speed up a bit more and then spread my wings out. With a couple of flaps, I take flight, braving the cold for the faster travel. I fly up getting up over the sidewalk enough so that I do bump into anyone and then move a bit higher to get up over the some of the building to escape the bright neon lights and screens. Do not wish to be blinded while flying.

I slow down a bit and then come to landing in front of the Gillstone Suites. I fold my wings back and then enter the hotel. The warm air greets me and starts to warm me up again. I smile as I walk through the lobby and then over to the elevators. A brief thought passes over me saying that "you could have just flown up to your room". I shake my head and press the button for an elevator. The doors on the far end of the hall open and I slip inside the elevator. The music playing is a bit annoying but I press 9 and then wait for the machine to do its job.

The elevator is quiet expect for the music. I watch as the lights turn on and off showing which floor has been passed. Typical, elevator is a bit slow but it arrives at the 9th floor and I step off. The wall way is a bit cooler than the lobby but it does not brother me. I take my shoes off and then wiggle my toes a bit against the carpet in relief. I start to wonder why I have just winged every where. I walk down to my room, 909, and then pull out the card key from back pocket. I slid the card into the slot and then door unlocks.

I step into the room, greeted by the welcoming heat that has filled the room up. I close the door behind me and then toss my shoes towards the far wall. I take off my long sleeve shirt and toss it to the bed, followed by pants. Only in bra and panties and walk over to the chair by the heater and then sit in front of it. I turn and face the heater placing my feet up on the vents letting the warm air heat blow over them. I shiver a bit as the chill is lifted from me. The feathers on my legs ruffle about as the warm air blows over them. I let out a sigh of relief and then close my eyes. The sound of the fan from the heater being the only sound in the room.

I look over the lamp and then dim the light using the dimmer switch, only leaving a dark, amber glow like a candle is on. I walk over to the bed and then lay down on the of the comforter, lightly clutching the pillow underneath. I close my eyes again facing away from the window. The fan turns off, dropping the room into complete silence. I pull the pillow from under the comforter and then rest my head on top of it.

I wake up to the sound of the heater fan what seems like several hours later. The room is not as dark as it was when I went to sleep. I slide of the bed and the carpeted floor is cold. Strange , I think as I walk over to the window and it is dark outside. Rubbing my head and I look over at the clock. It is blank. I quickly go over to the TV and try to try it on, but it does not come on. I gasps and go into the bathroom by it is dark inside. I try turning on the lights but they do not come on. The exhaust fan does not even come on. I leave the bathroom and goes over the window. I look outside but I am unable to see if anything has changed. Nothing.

Rubbing over my body I find that I am still in my bra and panties, so I know I am not dreaming. I walk over to the door and start to unlock the door. It works unlike everything else. Not caring for clothing I leave the room and start walk quickly down the hallway. The doors start to distort and some even vanish. I start to run at this point, unable to figure out what is going on. The distortion worsen and I speed up. I turn and continue down the hall, seeing a window at the end of the hall. Using a burst of speed, I start to sprint down the hallway.

At the last second, I jump and break through the window shoulder first. I spread my wings and soar away from the hotel. I look back and see that the distortion has consumed the hotel. I sigh in relief and fly over to the next tall building and land on the roof. I look around to see that the city has become consume by the same distortion that was at the hotel. Feeling confused I fly off the building and then head out towards uptown.

I hope find things better than it was downtown but it does not appear to be so. As I fly I come across countless building, reduced to mere piles of rubble. There is smoke and fires scattered about the area. There seems to be no sign of survivors. "Am I the only one?" I ask myself as I look at the destruction. Something seems strange though. This is too familiar, like I have seen this before. I deny it and continue to fly in hopes of finding some sign of life.

After what seems like hours, I swoop down and land in front a boarded up building. It has light damage but seems structurally sound. A strange feeling comes over me as if it is inviting me to enter the building. I looks around to see if I was followed or if anyone is watching. No one is around. I push on the boarded up door and it opens up. I slide inside and then close the door behind me.

Inside this building it is dimly lit, the lights flickering a bit and then subtle sound of buzzing electricity. I walk forward slowly stepping over bits of thrash, covering myself with my wings. It is surprisingly warm but not like the hotel room. Not how I like it. I walks passed a partially destroyed desk and head into another room. It is messy like in the front, papers scattered over the floor. Furniture broken, like a hurricane passed through it. The room is a dead end and I turn and leave the room. I walk back out and walk over to the elevator. My mind tells me that is it a bad idea but ignore the thought and press the button.

A few seconds later the there is a chime and then doors open. I slowly step into the elevator car. It seems to hold my weight and press the high number on the controls,12. The doors close and then elevator starts to move up. It starts off slow and then it speeds up. I watch as the elevator climbs up. Chiming at each floor. It stops at 12 and then doors open. I step out and look around a bit and then walks out into the hallway. A strange feeling comes over me like I am being watched. I shudder a bit and start to walk left. It is quiet and rather clean as compared to the ground floor. I walk down to an open room and walk inside.

The room appears to be an office. There a several cubicles with computers. They are all off and there is only three overhead lights on. I walk over to one of the computers and jiggle the mouse. The screen turns on but takes me to a log in window. I look over the papers left on the desk. There are mainly notices of collections from a company called "TC Technologies". I continue to look around and then move into smaller room with a single large desk.

I walks over to the desk seeing that the computer is on but unlike the other computer it has already been logged in. There are several windows open mainly showing some rather strange details about a new computer chip. I keeps looking at and then leave the room and then walks back out into the hallway. I suddenly stop as a walk pass a supply closet. A chill sliding down my back. I get the feeling that something has gone wrong. I turn and then start to walk pass the elevator. The chill return and I move on.

Around a corner, the chill leaves and I start to feel normal again. I sigh softly and then continue on. A bit scared, I take the self-hint that is it time to leave this building. The elevator goes out the question and I look for the stairwell. I pass a lot of offices and even the break room before I find the door that is clearly labeled stairs in big bold lettering. I take a breath and then open the door.

Surprised to find the stairwell is fairly good condition. I smile and then wiggles a bit with the feeling that the chill was just me freaking out. I close the door with a safe feeling and start down then stairs. It a bit cooler that the rest of the building but I like it. I looks over the railing and look down able to see the ground floor. Long way down, I joke to myself as I reach a land. I start to think that the stairs were much better than the elevator.

Just as I start to become comfortable, the distortion from earlier erupts from the under me and consumes the staircase making it vanish before my eyes. I spread my wings and hover on the abyss looking down. I sigh and then start to fly over to the door that I came out of. The events so far just making me want have an outburst. Grabbing the door, I pull on it but the door is stuck. I flaps my wings trying to pull the door open but it not budge.

Suddenly from below me I see several shows starting to come towards me. They appear to small. I keep tugging on the door but the shadows appear in the form of tentacles. Very generic tentacles, green in color with tapered ends. The rise up close and wrap around my legs. They are cold to the touch making me gasp softly. They pull at me trying to stop me from opening the door. I pull back against the tentacle and pulls myself against the door. I pant a bit and then shriek as two more tentacles of the same come and wrap around my wrist like slick snakes, focused on their prey. I struggle as the tentacles pull harder on me. I grunt and then flaps my wings harder. Pain shears through my hand, forcing me to let go of the door. I fly down slight but keep flapping my wings and try to get back to the door. Two more tentacles fly up wrap my wings, stopping them, and closing them and pressing me against me body.

The tentacles spread my legs out and then pulls my hands together in front of me. They quickly wrap around both at the same time, locking them together. I keep struggling against the tentacles until they tighten around me and stop from moving. I look down as a larger tentacle rises up. It has bumps on it like a bumpy styled dildo. I gasp and then try to close my legs but can not. The bumpy tentacle rubs against my cunt. I let of a soft moan and close my eyes. The bumps on the tentacle feeling surprising good. I gasp again and then look down to see the tip of the tentacle leaking a cold, thick slime against me. It then presses against the lips and then slides inside of me. I shiver a bit as the cold tentacle slides deeply inside me. I tense up, squeezing the tentacle. It stops and let me relax.

I pant a bit and smile softly lay back. I gasp sharply feeling another tentacle flicks its tip over my feathers, teasing my tail hole. It suddenly pushes inside making me shriek and then clench the invading tentacle. It squirt the cold slime into my tail, and slides in further. I moan softly and then go limp. The tentacles start to move, thrusting and wiggling against me, leaking its cold slime into me. I moan louder wiggling my tail feathers. Yet another tentacle comes up to me. It is slightly bigger than then others with an oval shaped tip. It slides up from next to the tentacle that is thrusting in my slime soaked cunt and snakes up my torso, along my belly. It coats me in its cold slime as it works it way up. It slips in between my breast and rubs over my beak slowly.

I keep my eyes on it as it slips down to my bird-breast. The tip splits out like a banana revealing what appears to be a tongue. I shake my head and then gasps as the tongue licks over my breast softly. It presses what would be lips against my nipple and sucks on it. Moaning softly, I can only watch as it move over to the opposite breast and then does the same thing. I wiggle and squirm, by body tenses up as I feel myself getting closer to orgasm. I start to wonder why I am enjoying this?

With a bit of a shrill moan, I clench the tentacles as I suddenly reach orgasm, I pant a bit and then let another long moan feeling relentless tentacles push deeper into me even as I orgasm against him. My inside are so cold and covered in slime I not sure if they have also reached their peak. I gasps and then moans out in bliss as then tentacles reach deeper than any toy or male has before. The tentacle that was sucking on my breast leaves, closing its mouth if you will. The other tentacles stop moving as if they are letting me relax. I pant and then sigh a bit riding off the post-orgasm bliss. I start to feel like I am in heaven.

As I relax then tentacles move a bit and tighten their hold on me. I looks over and see another bumpy tentacle, slithering it's way up. it slides next to the first bumpy tentacle and presses its tip against my already stuffed cunt. I wiggle a bit and then moan loudly as the tentacle slips its way in, spreading me wider and wider. The bumps make he gasps sharply and then clench at the both tentacles. They start to thrust deeply into me in an alternating motion. The bumps making ti feeling they are touch all parts of me. I quiver and then arch my back as my now sensitive body is going wild from the pleasure. My toes curl and my tail feathers spread as the tentacles continue to work against me.

Following the other two, the tentacle in my tail hole starts to move. I moan louder and then blush a little. I shriek feeling a second smooth tentacle press against my tail and then makes its entry, spreading my tail hole wider than ever before. My eye spread open, instantly growing as wide ads they can. The brief painful seconds turn into the pleasure as more smooth tentacle rise up next to me. Two of them curl around my bird-breast and squeeze them softly. I moan louder and then pant heavily as those two open their "mouths" and starts sucking on my breast softly.

Unable to move I can only moan and pant as the tentacles work my body. My moans are then muffled as another smooth tentacle slips into my beak. It is smaller than the others and it squirts a little of the cold slime in my beak. Surprising it taste like rather minty but a strong mint. It slips in deeply, it's narrow tip pressing lightly against my top mouth and then further back as it deep throats me. I moan over the tentacle wiggling a little as tentacles continue to work my body like their new toy.

I cringe a bit and then try to moan loudly over the tentacle but it expands a bit and acts like a gag not letting the sound leave my beak. I orgasm again, tenses up against the tentacles, squeezing them softly. My eyes grow wide as the tentacles start to squirt their cold, thick slime into me. I have gag a bit as the slime squirt straight the back of my throat. I drink down the slime with the feeling that I have no choice. I drink as much as I can before is starts to become too much and I cough a bit back up.

The tentacle pulls out of my from mouth and then squirts over my chest softly, in between my breast. The mouthed tentacle stop sucking on my breast and slither away living a trail of slime on me. I looks down seeing the other tentacles pulling out of my cunt and tail hole. I gasp a bit as the bumpy tentacles tickle my insides as they pull out. I blush slightly but remain still, not knowing what this tentacles have planned. The tentacle hang over me and then start squirting their slime over my body. I squirm and try to fight the tentacles but the hold me tightly as they hose me down from my head down to my feet.

After about 15 seconds the squirting tentacles slip down below me and vanish out my of line of sight. The tentacles around the rest of my body loosen their grip but start to lower me down. I start to think that they are done having their way with me. A feeling deep down inside is happy that is over or think it's over.

A bit surprised, I reach the ground floor safely, dripping with the slime from the tentacles. I looks around slowly but I can see is the debris that was there when I first came. I fold my wings together hearing the slime slosh and drip to the floor. I shudder a bit and head out the building. The sun is out but it is no help to me being slime covered. I spread my wings again and then try to shake the slime off. Some of it flies off but it is no use. I am too heavily coated in the stuff. I look around then fold my wing back against me and then moves over to a corner and sit down on a plastic milk crate.

With a gasp a spring up. I look around and I am back in the hotel room. I look over at the clock and it says 6:19 AM. I reach for the TV remote and try to turn on the TV. It comes on and infomercial is on. "Good it was only a dream." I slide out the bed but there is a gross sloshing sound as I move. I look back at the bed and there is a pool of green slime on the bed, outlining where I was sleeping. I rush into the bathroom but slip in the tile floor and then look in the mirror.

My feather are wet and have a strange feel to them. I blink and then drop to my knees. "It was not a dream!" I cry out as tears well up in my eyes. I stand up and then turn on the shower. I cry softly as I step under the hot water, letting it wash away the slime. I lean against the wall and continue to cry, truly had wish that is was just a dream. I reach down and slide a finger into my cunt and a bit of the slime drips out from it. I pound on the wall, continue to cry. I do not close my eyes and then sniffle softly not knowing what I should do. Then everything goes black.

I wake again and I am still in the bathtub. The water is off and I am mostly dry. My foot is on the water control. I stand up and then shake a bit and leave the bathroom. I stand in front the heater and then spread my wings a bit, letting the hot air blow dry me. There seems be nothing left of the slime, which makes me smile widely. I look out the window and then not caring that I am nude and if someone can see me. The heater shuts off and I pout a bit. I move away from the heater and then walk over to where my suitcase is. I open the suit case and then pull out a bra and panties. I slips them on quickly and then sit down on the bed, wings folded back against me. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. "Room Service."

Fin