{"sf1_id":6669,"sf2_id":"r1745NNe","title":"Always Room for... Jelly?","author":"Dr_Frankenpaws","words":6088,"posted_at":"2005-08-02T17:34:00.000Z","tags":["Bizarre","Feeding","Mild NC","Mindlink","Other/Herm","Transformation","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/6669-always-room-for-jelly","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r1745NNe","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=6669\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"The lupine creature sat in his usual place, apart from the rabble that usually cluttered  \nhis current haunt. Occasionally, he gave a bored glance around the area, though he  \nhad long since given up hope of finding anything interesting. He tried to recall the last  \ntime his attention had been captured, even fleetingly, but a definate memory escaped  \nhim. Too long, certainly; long enough for him to ponder finding a new place to visit.  \nThat was something he rarely did, especially since so few establishments catered to  \nhis... unusual tastes. Most banned them outright, and sometimes the furs who  \npracticed such \"perversions\" as well. Absently he mourned the loss of a time when  \npedophiles were common - as was willing \"prey\" for such as he.  \n  \nWith a sigh, he shifted in his seat, leaning further against the backrest. It was getting  \nlate, and he entertained the thought of giving up for the night to return to his room  \nupstairs. Even if he couldn't find suitable company, he did at least have his own paw. It  \nwouldn't be the first time he had \"entertained\" himself, and it most likely wouldn't be  \nthe last. He had made up his mind to rise and do so, when a nudge to his hindpaw  \ndistracted him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He peered around, wondering if, in his thoughts, he had missed seeing somefur walk  \npast and trip against him. But no, there wasn't a single furson standing anywhere near  \nhim, which left him to think it must have been his imagination. A second nudge proved  \nhim wrong. He glanced down, expecting to find a fur hiding under his seat, hopefully a  \ncub or a kit playing a joke.  \n  \nInstead, he saw a crystal ball about the size to fit comfortably in his cupped paws. At  \nleast, it looked like crystal. It was perfectly round and flawless, with an ice-blue hue  \nthat reminded him of a cloudless sky on a crisp winter day. Idly he wondered why  \nsomeone marred the surface with those two black ovals; it would have been prettier  \nwithout them. The wolf leaned down, extending a paw to pick up the ball, but drew  \nback suddenly when the two ovals shrank to slits, then expanded to their previous size  \nagain. It took him a moment to realize that the \"crystal\" was alive, and it had blinked at  \nhim.  \n  \n\"What the...\" he muttered, furrowing his brows in puzzlement. Again he reached for the  \nball, and again it surprised him, this time by extending a pseudopod that wrapped  \naround his ankle. He drew a sharp breath of air as the rest of the thing flowed and  \nwrapped around the lower half of his calf, then began oozing upward. He tried to pull it  \noff, but he couldn't get a grip on it; though it wasn't wet or oily, it felt slick, preventing  \nhis fingers from finding leverage. He couldn't stop it from continuing upward either,  \nand it quickly vanished beneath the leg of his pants, barely forming a bulge against the  \nfabric. A part of his mind realized that its passing didn't even ruffle his fur.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With a growl, he stood, and turned toward the stairs; he'd get to his room, where he  \ncould shed the pants and pry the thing off him. He'd barely lifted one leg when he had  \nto suddenly sit down again, grunting with the impact. The oozing creature had wrapped  \nitself around his flacid member, giving it a warm rippling squeeze. With the length of  \ntime since his last encounter with another participant and his previous thoughts, it was  \nno wonder he was hard in seconds, especially since the blob seemed intent on  \ncontinuing its attentions.  \n  \nThe wolf closed his eyes and gripped the edge of the seat, ears folding back against  \nhis skull. The thing was milking him, flexing and shivering, moving in a gelatinous  \nrhythm that already coaxed precum from his cock. He clenched his jaw to muffle a  \ngroan; it was one thing to perform in public with a partner - something he had done  \ncountless times - but quite another to lose control himself around fursons that would  \nmost likely throw him out of their place for public lewdness.  \n  \nThe pleasure was incredible, almost heavenly, unable to be resisted. He could feel his  \nbreath quickening, pulse pounding, even his thighs trembling with the barely-  \nsuppressed urge to thrust against the ecstasy. Relentlessly the thing worked over his  \nshaft, apparently uncaring of any discomfort he might feel. A sensation, more felt than  \nheard, like the buzz of a vibratior, shivered through his flesh from the living substance  \nthat surrounded his sensitive member. It clinged tight to him, warm and almost loving,  \nbut with a single-minded purpose more intense than anything he'd ever felt before.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With a strangled sound of pure pleasure, he gave himself to the thing, jets of cum  \nerupting from his cock to flood the cavity it formed around him. His spine arched, head  \nlaying back, paws gripping the seat so tightly his claws dug gouges into the wood. And  \nstill it suckled at him, greedily drawing out every drop he had to offer, until his head  \nswam dizzily, and spots danced before his eyes when he opened them. Just when he  \nthought he'd be unable to stand another second of the intensity, the little blob stilled,  \nand simply cradled itself against his crotch.  \n  \nThe wolf slumped back, panting, eyes unfocused. It took several minutes for his  \nmuscles to stop twitching, especially since the creature would occasionally shift and  \nsend jolts of painful pleasure through his oversensitive flesh. When he thought he  \ncould manage it without falling, he stood, and made his way to the stairs on wobbly  \nlegs. Somehow, he managed to get to his room and lock the door behind him, then  \nquickly stripped off his clothing and collapsed on the bed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; An odd sight met his gaze as he peered at the thing still nestled between his thighs.  \nDespite its lack of facial features other than those shiny black eyes, it looked to him as  \nif it were satisfied with itself. It blinked, and flexed its internal surface, the sensation  \nmaking him hiss and arch upward.  \n  \n\"What the hell -are- you?\" he groaned hoarsely, extending a paw to rub the thing just  \nabove its staring eyes. His tender flesh, trapped within the blue substance, didn't even  \nfeel the pressure of his digits; its cushioing was amazing. It was then that he noticed  \nits previous crystal-clear interior was now cloudy, murkiest around the head of his  \nshaft. He realized that it didn't just trap his cum in a reservoir, like a condom, but  \ninstead absorbed it. Even as he watched, the haze slowly faded, and at the same time  \nits surface increased, extending to cover more of him until it had grown by almost half  \nof its previous mass.  \n  \nHis eyes widened when he realized what it was doing. A gelatinous creature that fed  \non semen? That apparently actually -enjoyed- the feeding? He didn't know if it could  \nfeel its own pleasure, but still... It was like a fantasy come true. A slow grin curved his  \nlips, eyes narrowing as he watched the thing, its own gaze lidded as it enjoyed the  \npetting he was still bestowing upon it. The thought - and the possibilities that ran  \nrampant through his mind - slowly reawoke his drained flesh.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The feel of the soft warmth giving way as his erection met gentle resistance made him  \nshiver. He almost thought the thing looked surprised - and pleased - to find him  \ngrowing again inside its welcoming embrace, and he didn't intend to disappoint it. His  \nfingers continued their petting and kneading, rubbing over every bit of its surface he  \ncould reach, showing his approval of its previous 'feeding' as well as the one soon to  \noccur.  \n  \nIts motions were slower this time, more like the mouth of a gentle lover than a starving,  \nsuckling kit. He watched through half-lidded eyes as only the semirigid flesh of his  \ncock showed the effect of its tender milking, finding the sight as fascinating as the  \npleasure was enjoyable. He could see, too, his oozing pre as it was absorbed as soon  \nas it leaked from his sensitive head. It wasn't as much as last time, he knew, especially  \nwith his first orgasm so recent. But the little thing seemed to be grateful for what he  \nhad to offer, nor was he about to complain.  \n  \nHe considered simply letting it have its way with him again, but didn't think he could  \nbear to just lie still this time. Carefully, he rolled over onto his stomach, keeping his  \nhips arched. He lowered down slowly, until he settled onto the mattress, being gentle  \nin case the delightful blob decides to protest.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It didn't, and he sighed when he relaxed on the mattress. With a murr, he nuzzled into  \nhis pillow, paws gripping the sheet beneath him. It felt so good to be able to undulate  \nhis hips in time with the rippling around his shaft, a soft moan emerging from the  \nsensation. Slowly he rocked, toes curling into the cushion to push himself upward then  \ndrop back. The \"mouth\" around him teased gently, just enough to make him want  \nmore, and silently he adored it for that.  \n  \nFor a while, he simply savored the sensations, until need and desire grew too strong  \nto ignore any longer. When his movements became more intense, his shapeless lover  \nsurprised him once more, this time by loosening its grip. That was enough to let his  \nshaft slide through its formed tunnel as it flexed around him, giving the impression of a  \nwarm body inviting his invasion. A groan escaped his throat and his thrusts increased  \nin intensity; what a wonderful creature this was! It seemed to know just what he  \nneeded and wanted.  \n  \nHe rocked against it with a steady, firm rhythm, his turn to be relentless. Previous  \npleasures had taken the edge off his sexual hunger, allowing him to delay this time.  \nHis newfound toy-pet constantly changed its own movements, sometimes rippling,  \nsometimes squeezing, sometimes vibrating. It tormented him with every eternal  \nmoment, and he loved it for that.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He wished he could have lasted all night, as sweet as the pleasure was. But eventually  \nhis need for release and the blob's hunger both wanted an end to the teasing. As he  \nqucikened the pace of his hips, it tightened its grip, as snug and warm as the most  \nperfect lover, but ever so much more enjoyable with its control of its tunnel. some  \ncorner of his mind wondered how it managed to stay anchored in place as his thrusting  \nbecame pounding movements of his hips that would rock any other partner.  \n  \nThe thought was forgotten in an instant, the haze of ecstasy and the ache of release  \ntaking over his body. Two creatures worked together to satisfy mutual desires, one  \ngrunting, the other silent, both almost desperate now. With a heavy, shuddering moan,  \nhe came once more, flooding his blue lover with his offering. Qucik, hard jabs ground  \nhis cock into the kneading cavity as it drained him hungrily. He panted and moaned,  \nloving the pleasure even as it bordered on pain, until this time darkness overcame him.  \n  \nHe awoke hours later, with the early hint of dawn barely lighting his window. He was  \nsprawled on his belly, nearly spread-eagled, with one knee cocked upward. The blob  \nwas still attached to him, and it had already coaxed him into hardness again. A sleepy  \nsmile crossed his features, and this time he let it simply take what it wanted from his  \ndrained body. It didn't take long; barely five minutes had passed before he was  \nmindlessly thrusting against its clinging form, flooding it with his seed. Sleep took him  \nagain before his climax was finished.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Morning brought a repeat of its \"midnight snack,\" and he wondered if he made a  \nmistake in not trying to remove the thing from him, if perhaps it was some sort of  \nsexual parasite. The worry didn't keep him from enjoying the fourth feeding as much  \nas the first three, however, though this time it lasted longer than the previous. Sore  \nmuscles protested as he ground against the blue creature, needing the relief it offered  \nas much as it needed to be fed. This time he couldn't even stay concious until he  \ncame; his last thought was whether it had managed to feed rom him while he was  \nasleep, maybe that was why he felt so exhausted.  \n  \nEarly afternoon, he snapped awake, belly gnawing in hunger. He rolled onto his back  \nand stretched, groaning as aching muscles pulled pleasantly against each other. He  \nrealized the warmth and pressure was gone from his groin, and he sat up in surprise.  \nHe quickly found his blob perched close to his body. His eyes widened; the thing had  \nat least tripled in size, and was cloudy throughout. It watched him steadily, then blinked  \nat him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well good morning to you too,\" he murmured with a grin. His paw moved to rub over  \nits top, fingertips kneading gently. Its eyes narrowed, then closed, and it arched into  \nthe attention. He could feel vibrations along its surface; he was amazed to realize the  \nthing was purring in delight. Almost as if answering, his belly growled, reminding him  \nthat he had slept an unusually long time.  \n  \n\"Mmph, got to get something to eat, little one. Wait here, I'm going to order some  \nfood.\" A light pat was given to it, then he rose, slipping on his pants but ignoring the  \nrest of his clothing. He padded over to the door and tugged the bellpull close by; he  \ndidn't hear the ring, but he knew it would be answered quickly.  \n  \nHe wasn't disappointed. A spotted feline lad in his teens answered the summons, and  \naccepted the wolf's order, not even blinking at the size of the meal. When the cat saw  \nthe blue creature on the bed, one eyebrow arched upward, and the wolf bridled at the  \nknowing look turned his way. With a curt reminder to hurry, he dismissed the lad and  \nshut the door, then returned to sit beside his new pet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Was it his? He wondered. It -had- followed him home, so to speak, and let him feed it.  \nLet him? If anything, he had practically been raped by the thing. Although he had to  \nadmit, it was cute and affectionate, and satisfied one of his favorite fetishes by feeding  \nfrom his seed. Would it stay with him, though? And would it want another of those  \ncock-devouring marathons from the night before?  \n  \nThe thought made him shiver, though he couldn't tell whether it was from anticipation or  \ndread. Absently he resumed kneading its upper surface, paw running over the smooth  \npseudohide. They sat that way for several minutes, until his thoughts were interrupted  \nby a knock on the door.  \n  \n\"Come!\" he ordered, and the door opened to admit a pair of appealingly-clad females,  \none a siamese feline, the other resembling his own lupine ancestry, both bearing  \nladen trays. With his free paw, he motioned to the clear table, and they set their  \nburdens there. In unison, they both bowed, and retreated to the door. The feline  \nlingered a moment after her companion had exited, then turned to him with a slight  \nsmile.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Pardon me for speaking, sir, but I am glad you accepted the jiri.\"  \n  \n\"Jiri?\" he repeated, peering at her in confusion.  \n  \nShe nodded, gesturing to the round creature at his side. \"Aye, sir. The... creature at  \nyour side... it is a jiri. They are very loving, very affectionate, but very, very picky.\" She  \npaused, and shrugged; he absently admired the effect it had on her chest. \"It is not  \noften they seek the companionship of a fur. Rare creatures they are, sir, and stubborn.  \nYours there had almost wasted away, looking for someone to attach to. It wouldn't  \neven accept tidbits from the staff.\"  \n  \n\"Wasted away?\" he asked, then mentally berated himself for repeating what she said.  \n  \nAgain the girl nodded. \"You saw how the poor thing was so small, and so clear?\" She  \nwaited for him to agree, then continued. \"That's its usual size there, the smallest they  \ncan get and be comfortable. Jiris feed on liquids, you see, sir. The clearer they are, the  \nhungrier. When they be hungry long enough, they... well, they eat themselves, will  \nshrink and shrink till nothing is left.\" When she saw him shudder, she nodded once  \nmore. \"Aye, sir. Horrible it is, and sad to see. But it found you, sir, just in time, and it will  \nbe a loyal pet for you. Surprised I am to see it grown so much so fast. You must have  \nstuffed it full, though I never heard orders to the kitchen...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His lopsided grin and sidelong glance at his crotch, then at the jiri, made her giggle,  \nand she shook her head. \"Maybe it's not surprised I should be, sir. I hope you'll be  \nhaving a good day. Enjoy your meal... Both of you.\" With a bow and a grin of her own,  \nshe retreated out the door, pulling it silently shut behind her.  \n  \n\"Jiri, mm?\" he murmured, watching the creature as he continued his petting. \"I  \nsuppose calling you that would be like calling a feline 'cat.' I probably should name you,  \ndon't you think?\" It seemed indifferent to the suggestion, so much so that he could  \npicture it shrugging if it had shoulders. He--  \n  \nWait... How can a creature with no face except eyes, no -body-, seem to be anything?  \nEspecially as blank an emotion as indifference. He stared at the jiri with narrowed eyes,  \nlips pursed thoughtfully. Emotions? Maybe...  \n  \n\"Are you empathic, little one? Are you giving me your feelings?\"  \n  \nEven though he was almost expecting it, the sensation of agreement and approval  \nsurprised him. He chuckled and shook his head, then leaned down to nuzzle into its  \nrubber-like surface. \"Well, if you can't talk, then I suppose that will work. Now... Why  \ndon't we eat? Though not the same thing you ate last night! I need to recover my  \nenergy.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; For a moment, he thought the disappointment it sent his way was real, until he felt the  \nsuppressed amusement beneath. \"Oh great,\" he groaned. \"An empathic blob with a  \nsense of humor.\" He could almost feel the giggle inside his mind, and he shook his  \nhead again. When he reached to pick up his pet, it surprised him again by melding  \naround his paw and flowing up his arm, until it perched on his shoulder, wrapped snugly  \naround and under his armpit to keep itself still. He chuckled as it nuzzled at his cheek.  \n  \nA few steps brought them to the table where covered platters awaited their attention.  \nHe uncovered all of them - about a dozen, all full of succulent foods - and inhaled the  \nscented steam that wafted upward. Others were chilled, mostly fruits, things he had  \nordered for his new companion.  \n  \nHe sat in the chair, and pulled the closest dish to him: an entire baked chicken, small  \nbut marinated to succulence. He ate with a purpose, much like the jiri had the night  \nbefore, devouring the meat with relish. A hunger that was not his own nudged him from  \nsomewhere, and he glanced to the creature on his shoulder.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Sorry, Jiri, I didn't mean to forget you. But you ate last night, and I didn't.\" He grinned  \nat the 'I don't care' sensation it gave him, and he plucked a piece of fruit from the  \nnearest bowl. \"Here, you greedy little ooze. And after I worked so hard for you, too...\"  \nThe impression of a raspberry blown in his ear accompanied by the jiri extending to  \nengulf the fruit - and his fingers - made him laugh. When he withdrew his digits with an  \naudible sucking sound, he wasn't even surprised to see the grease and juice had been  \nabsorbed from them.  \n  \n\"Avaricious, that's what you are,\" he said, then returned to his own meal. The chicken  \nwas stripped in minutes, leaving nothing but bones and gristle on the plate. He had  \nmoved on to the next course, a selection of fried fishes, when his pet nudged for his  \nattention - and the use of his paw  \n  \nWhen he glanced over and held his paw to the jiri, it deposited a small, dry lump on his  \npalm. He looked at it, puzzled for a moment, then realized that it must have been the  \nremainder of the fruit he had given it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Of course, you eat liquids... not solids. Well, at least you're efficient at it. I could make  \na fortune using you to make jerkey.\" The indignation it gave him made him chuckle, and  \nhe fed it another piece of fruit. They ate that way, in silence, him feeding it fruits and  \naccepting the leftovers, and it cleaning his fingers. When he was full, and even the jiri  \neminated satisfaction, he sat back with a belch. His pet flowed from his shoulder and  \nonto the table, passing over each of the plates in turn. Each one was left shining like  \nnew; even the juices that had gathered in the bottoms of the bowls were absorbed.  \n  \nWatching his pet was fascinating; not only was it interesting, but the new colors  \nsuffusing its interior were almost hypnotic. Pinks and yellows from the fruit juices  \nmingled with its natural blue color, giving it rainbow striations. It had gained a bit of  \nmass too, which wasn't surprising, with as much as it had eaten. Since it was too big to  \nkeep its spherical shape, it was difficult to tell how much it had grown, but that didn't  \nmatter. He was glad it was doing well, and he told it so.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The silent gratitude and affection it returned delighted him and brought a smile to his  \nlips. He reached to gather the jiri in his arms, then returned to the bed and laid down.  \nLoving tenderness was exchanged back and forth, both physical and emotional, until  \nthey both dozed off.  \n  \nWhen the wolf awoke, he found that the cleaned plates had been removed, replaced  \nby new ones. These proved to hold chilled meats and more fruits, things that would  \nkeep until they both were hungry enough to eat again. He silently thanked the feline girl,  \nand returned to the bed, this time removing his pants. He curled himself around the jiri,  \npetting and nuzzling it softly until it too blinked awake.  \n  \n\"I find I want to feed you again, my little jiri,\" he murmured, guiding it gently to the  \nstirring flesh between his legs. Its own agreement and desire aroused him that much  \nfaster as it engulfed his erection, nestling him snugly inside itself. The sensation was  \nbetter than he remembered, like entering a long-missed lover whose body melded so  \nperfectly to his own. Wasn't that what he had? No matter how large he was, or how  \nforcefully he moved, his pet would accept it, welcome it, even enjoy it as he does. It  \nwasn't an assumption; he knew, because it knew. It wanted his pleasure as much as it  \nwanted his seed. He sighed contentedly, the sound fading into a moan. How had he  \ngotten so lucky, to find a dream come true?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He cradled the jiri in his arms, then began to move his hips. He moved slowly, steadily,  \nlosing himself in the pleasures of his lover's shapeless body, enjoying how it was large  \nenough for him to hold even as he slid through it. The jiri glided with him, this time  \nmoving itself to meet his thrusts, the feel of his thighs and belly meeting its smooth  \nsurface making him shiver. He squeezed it tighter, and quickened his pace, the bed  \nrocking beneath them as they moved together in an act as old as life itself.  \n  \nIt took a while for the change to penetrate his pleasure-enduced daze. There was  \nsomething warm and soft against his hips, wrapped around his chest, and tucked  \nunder his chin He blinked, and looked down; the jiri's black eyes met his gaze... from a  \nface, complete with muzzle and ears. What would pass for arms and legs were tucked  \naround his body; even a tail waving behind it. He froze in surprise, eyes widened, then  \nleaned back to get a better look. What he saw made him shudder in delight; his little  \npet had taken on the shape and form of a girl, much like the siamese that had delivered  \ntheir meal earlier. The only difference was that the jiri's size and inexperience made it  \nlook... younger.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He became aware that the jiri was nervous and anxious, worrying he didn't approve. He  \nbrushed those worries aside, lavishing it - no, he thought, her - lavishing her with such  \npositive emotions that she clutched him tight, grinding against him in a way that made  \nhim shiver and buck in pleasure. He rolled onto his back, guiding her with him to  \nstraddle his waist, showing her the right way to move her new body. He couldn't help  \nmarveling at the way she was formed, his hands moving over every inch he could  \nreach, showing his thorough appreciation.  \n  \nHe guided her hips, rocking her against him until she picked up the rhythm, sliding over  \nhim with the liquid movements he'd come to appreciate. The way she slid and moved  \nin waves captivated him, adding an exotic tinge to the pleasure. Gently his paws  \ncupped her breast buds, kneading them, coaxing her to form nipples in the right places  \nfor him to tug and tease. With firm touches and encouraging thoughts, he helped her  \nform fingers, more specific bodily curves, even a pair of perked ears. The pleasure  \nmade him want to close his eyes, but he didn't want to lose sight of her; he narrowed  \nhis gaze as she settled into the pace he set for her, pleasuring him with her new form.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gradually, he began moving with her, bucking upward as she slid over his hips,  \nnudging her body with his own to bounce her gently. They rocked together, him  \nteaching her, her enjoying the teaching, each sharing the pleasure with each other until  \nit multiplied, feeding off each other the way she fed from the result of his physical  \npleasure. Each surrendered to the moment, losing themselves to the ecstasy, the  \nemotions of fur and jiri merged for what felt like an eternity.  \n  \nWhen an orgasmic ripple exploded like fireworks through their combined  \nconciousness, they both at first believed it was the wolf's - until he realized he'd felt no  \ncontraction of the muscles in his groin, no release of his seed into his pet's waiting  \nbody. They stared into each other's eyes, surprised that the gelatinous creature had  \nfelt her own pleasure, though he was definately delighted at the development.  \n  \nGradually he noticed that they had both stopped their movements, and a slow grin  \ncurved across his muzzle. He arched his hips, grinding upward firmly, to be rewarded  \nwith a shudder from his jiri. Carefully he settled back to the mattress, then in one  \nsmooth movement, sat up then stood, cradling her in his arms with her legs wrapped  \naround his waist. He lowered her back to the bed and leaned over her for a moment to  \nplace soft kisses over her feline features.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With his hindpaws planted firmly on the floor and his pet held gently but firmly in his  \ngrip, he began to move his hips against her. Slowly at first, every inward thrust making  \nher shiver in his arms, he slid into her waiting form, the tunnel around his shaft rippling  \nand squeezing against his tender flesh. Having them both feel the pleasures of mating  \nmade it that much sweeter, that much more enjoyable. Despite his wanting to linger  \nand savor the newfound wonder of the jiri's pleasure, having a double wave of lust rush  \nthrough him reinforced his desire.  \n  \nThe pace he set intensified with each thrust into the jiri, becoming quicker, harder,  \npounding the sensations into each of them with a relentless hunger. He growled low,  \nhunched over her form to lick and nibble at her formed chest, paws gripping her waist  \nas his desperate movements threatened to shove her away from him with the power of  \nhis thrusting. He couldn't stand it much longer; nor could she. Her surface rippled with  \nthe effort it took to keep a defined form, eyes closed in concentration.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It wasn't long before the wolf exploded with his own climax, stiffening with a sudden  \ngroan before grinding into his pet. His cum flooded her cavity, coating her slick surface  \nbefore quickly being absorbed, even as she rippled around him to milk more from his  \ntwitching member. He growled again, hips moving with reflexive jerks that tormented  \nher, teasing her into her own release. The feel of a second orgasm that didn't originate  \nwithin his own body ravaged his senses, sending stars dancing before his eyes, every  \nmuscle clenching with the suppressed urge to howl.  \n  \nIt felt like forever before they gradually calmed. When he noticed he had collapsed  \natop her, he winced in chargrin and rolled onto his side. She had finally let herself lose  \nher shape and lay on the bed in a quivering puddle, though part of her remained  \nattached to his softening cock. He chuckled breathlessly, running a paw over her  \nsurface, and she watched him with contentment radiating forth.  \n  \nThey lay like that for quite a while, communicating with tender emotions, as she  \ngathered the strength to meld herself against his chest. Slowly she regained the shape  \nhe had helped her into such a short time ago, and as he smiled down at her, he  \nmarvelled at how he was so lucky to find such a perfect creature to keep him company.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His mind turned back to the feel of her pleasures, and idly he wondered how she  \nmanaged it. Gently he withdrew his flaccid cock from her grip, replacing it with his first  \ntwo fingers. He probed inward, shivering when she flexed teasingly against his digits  \nas he prodded and caressed, looking for the source of her ecstasy. Extending as far  \ninto her depths he could, he finally found what he was looking for - a harder node,  \ninvisible inside her form but solid enough to be felt. As he rubbed against it, he could  \nfeel the jolts it sent through her, and he chuckled again.  \n  \n\"Full of surprises, aren't you, jiri-pet?\" he teased, wiggling his fingers against the node.  \nShe stiffened a bit, and quivered against him; he could feel a slight embarassment  \nfrom her, though he didn't know why she would be. His free arm cuddled her against  \nhis chest, chin resting atop her head, as he continued his slow caressing. Experienced  \ndigits knew what to do despite her being so different from any lover he had ever had;  \nwith their link, he could tell which way to rub brought the best response, how much  \npressure gave the best sensation. He teased her steadily, relentlessly. Wordlessly he  \nmanipulated her until he felt her approach the point of no return; cruelly he lessened his  \nattentions just enough for her to calm a bit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Again and again he drove her to the edge, yet repeatedly refused to give her  \nsatisfaction. She begged him silently, writhing against his body in desperation, but he  \nwas relentless. He gave her soothing encouragement, quiet promises, loving the feel  \nof her pleasure, her need, as it washed over him. By the time he finally gave in,  \nnudging her just the way she needed, she had nearly gone shapeless again. The  \nintensity of her release felt like a silent scream against his mind that made him groan,  \nshuddering along with her as they enjoyed her orgasm together.  \n  \nThis time she managed to keep her form, and as he withdrew his paw, she gave him a  \nglare for torturing her so. He laughed softly and placed a kiss on her forehead, holding  \nher close to him. \"I'm sorry, jiri-pet. I can't help playing with a new toy, you know.\"  \n  \nShe continued to glare, though he could tell she didn't mean it. It wasn't long before  \nshe relented and simply nestled against him to enjoy his closeness. A soft mental purr  \nwrapped around his thoughts, making him smile as he petted over her form, teasing his  \nfingertips over her smooth surface. His thoughts swirled lazily through his mind,  \nfocused almost exclusively on the creature held in his arms. Where did she come  \nfrom? Why did she choose him? Would she ever leave? That one he suppressed;  \nalready he didn't want to lose his pet. And that made him wonder if she was somehow  \nmanipulating his emotions, making him -want- to keep her.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But no. It might be possible, but not likely - nor necessary. She was something he had  \nbeen looking for, though he never knew until he found her. Now that he had, he wasn't  \nabout to let her go any time soon.  \n  \nA rumble from his belly interrupted his thoughts. He'd heard that the way to a man's  \nheart was through his stomach; could that be true for a jiri too? With a grin, he nudged  \nher. \"Come, pet, let's get something to eat.\"  \n  \nHe felt amusement from her as she gently fondled his cock; he caught a \"no thanks,  \nalready ate\" sensation from her. He laughed, and rose, taking her with him to the table.  \n  \n\"Well, maybe you have, but I need to replace what you ate, pet.\" Settling into the chair,  \nhe placed her on his lap, reluctant to let her go even long enough to eat. She twisted  \naround to face him, and he was surprised to feel his still-soft flesh engulfed by her  \nagain, though she didn't try to coax him into hardness - yet.  \n  \n\"Behave yourself,\" he growled playfully, reaching around her to uncover one of the  \nplatters on the table. She nudged his arm away, and reached for a morsel, holding it to  \nhis lips for him to bite. He arched an eyebrow, and smiled, nipping the roll from her  \nfingers; this satisfied her. She fed him lovingly, keeping a bite ready for him; this left  \nhis paws free to distract them both by roaming over her new body. He was finally able  \nto sit back and admire the shape she had settled into, and he definately approved.  \nHe'd always prefered younger girls, and the jiri had managed to satisfy that by  \nassuming the proportions of a young female that had barely begun developing. As she  \ncontinued to feed him, he let his thoughts wander  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Was it just coincidence, he wondered, or did she know? Just because all he felt from  \nher were emotions, and concepts so general and almost formless that they were little  \nbetter than emotions didn't mean she couldn't read his thoughts. He supposed it didn't  \nmatter, really. He'd like to keep her as innocent as she seemed - though she was  \nlearning fast. Take the way she was moving her hips slowly against his, almost lewdly,  \nand the way she flexed and rippled around his shaft. It was already betraying him by  \nhardening to her attentions, and he sighed in mock exasperation.  \n  \n\"You are insatiable!\" he groaned, ignoring the bite she held out to him to bury his  \nmuzzle against her neck, nipping and nibbling there instead. The amused agreement  \nwith which she replied made him laugh, and for a while the food went ignored.  \n  \nTo be continued...?  \n  \n  \n\\\u003c{ A note from the Doctor: This was written at the request of Fangrel, my mate, who 'stars' as the wolf in this story, though names are never mentioned. The Jiri is a character of mine; while I didn't create the species, and don't know who did, I decided to expand on it to make it more 'realistic'. We have never roleplayed together with me behind Jiri - this was written when my internet was down, because he wanted a demonstration of the kind of creature it is. So.. If we ever do, you'll probably get another dose of this pair in story form. ;) Incidentally, this is the first story I've actually written. Wasn't sure what keywords to use. =x Feedback appreciated! }\\\u003e  \n  \n\n"}