Forgetful Pleasures
My first decent completed story ever!
I figure I should start off with something generic (yet yiffy!) before I make some super-long developmental yiff story (which I want to do...someday...) so here it is.
And, of course, this contains erotic scenes...I specifically didn't include ages, but the characters are considered teenagers.
And, if your under 18...go back to your homework, or something else other than here! Otherwise, enjoy.
Forgetful Pleasures
"GREG! Are you coming with us, or not?"
Greg opened his wolf eyes after being suddenly torn away from a good dream. At least, he thought it was a good dream, now he couldn't remember. He lulled his paw down into his boxers. Yea, it was a good dream.
"GREG?!" he heard from his mother standing outside the door. It yell was closely accompanied this time with a loud knock knock knock on his door. He looked over at the radio clock and saw that it was only 10 in the morning. Why were his parents screaming at him already?
"Greg, did you want to go to Grandma's house?"
What?! She woke me up just for that? "No!" he yelled, maybe a little too harshly.
Greg heard a loud sigh coming from the door. "Greg," began his mother a little less harsh, "you haven't been there to see your grandmother is a few months don't you think you need to get over there?"
His grandmother's house wasn't that bad, if fact he probably would have gone if his mother gave him a little warning. He didn't hear her move from the door and guessed she was waiting for a reply. He wasn't going to say anything...well, maybe he should. After mustering up enough guts to say something to his mother, she made another sudden outburst.
"I'm sorry," she began, sounding a little annoyed, "but I thought you might want to go. Your Grandmother likes it when you go and visit her." Greg finally heard his mother march heavily down the stairs. His mother was right, his grandmother did like him to visit... Oh well, he didn't feel sorry for not going. Plus, he was going to...do something...wait, there was definitely something he was going to do today... but he couldn't place his paw on what it was exactly...
Oh well, it must not have been important_._ Probably a TV show or something. It's too early to think anyways. Greg heard his mother's car pull out as she left. He didn't really feel like sleeping much, but he stayed in bed anyways, mostly because his paw was still in his boxers.
Shary always felt a little nervous about going to her boyfriend's house. Her being a snow leopard didn't fit very well in wolf household, but she could tell Greg's parents were trying. As she neared his house, she noticed there were no cars in the driveway. Good, hopefully his parents are gone. They were pretty nice people, but she could tell she didn't quite fit in. Of course, it wasn't any better with her own parents. She could just imagine what would happen if the two couples meet; she could probably sell the tape and make thousands.
She got out of the car walked up to the front door. At first she rung the doorbell, then knocked lightly. When no one answered, she let her self in with a key Greg had given her. This was the first time she had a chance to use the key... in fact, it was first time she had been to his house without his parents there. At least, she hoped they weren't there. She looked around the first floor and asked "Hello?" to rooms who seemed perturbed at the intrusion.
She slowly walked up the stairs to Greg's room, making sure she didn't make too much noise. It's a nice house she thought. She never really noticed it before with his parents there. She got to his closed door and saw no light emanating from the cracks. Is he even here? Maybe he's still sleeping... _ She hoped, for his sake, that he had not forgotten about her. Then she heard a soft moan emanate from the door- _He must be sleeping. She wondered if she should go ahead and wake him up. Well, it was a little after ten already, he should be up, right? She envisioned her little wolf curled up under the covers, his head resting on the pillow. Maybe he didn't have a shirt on...well, she wasn't going to get her hopes up.
She's fantasized about him a little past. Well, maybe more than a little. In any case, she noticed she though about him more than any other guy she'd met, maybe because of the fact he was a wolf. She had never gotten to know someone who wasn't some kind of cat, and there were plenty felines around here. After him being so nice to her, she wanted to know more about him and what he was like. She was surprised that despite what her raising had taught her, wolves weren't that bad. She turned the handle slowly and cracked the door, and heard a loud shift in bed sheets. He must of heard me...
Greg was in a very...uncomfortable situation when heard the doorknob begin moving. He found his boxers dangling at his paws and quickly pulled them up his legs. Who the hell was here? _ He blindly felt for a sheet or something to cover up his stiffness, but he found nothing. _I gotta have a better escape plan... He sat up quickly and tried futilely to get in a position that wouldn't show the erection. When the door began to crack open, and he felt absolutely mortified. The door swung open completely and he looked to see who was the perpetrator behind it.
His girlfriend. Oops
That's what he was forgetting...she was coming over today. Now she probably thought he was some pervert or something. Or maybe some weakling, or...something else that would make her mad. He didn't want to lose her- he loved her. He should say something, quick-
"Uhh...Hi...I...uh...forgot you were coming over"
Great, now he was a forgetful pervert. His erection wasn't helping him any as it was still as hard as ever. He'd long gotten the knot out...it was going to be there a while. And there was no doubt she noticed it through his boxers. He felt frozen, too afraid to move. Even more, a slight musky smell burned at his nostrils. She seemed stunned at first and started at him a second. This reaction sent a cold chill through his spine. He couldn't find any more words to come out and simply tightened his muzzle and looked down. Oh God...
Greg saw out of the corner of his eyes Shary's face turn from a stun to a smile. And it wasn't some mean smile he'd seen her show her parents ...this was a genuine happy-to-see-you smile. His fear and his spine melted a little. He brought his knees up to his chests and wrapped his arms around his legs. He sat there on his bed and tried to look sorry in front of her. Sporting an erection and having nothing on but some ratty boxer shorts, it wasn't hard for him to look embarrassed.
Her face looked sympathetic and still wore a toothy grin. "Hiya" she finally said, the usual greeting between them.
A sudden wave of anxiety and sensuality hit him hard. She wasn't mad... Shary turned around and closed the door lightly. When she turned back to her boyfriend, she said playfully "I've never seen you like this before."
She walked closer to him, and Greg swallowed hard. "Uhhh...I'm really sorry that I..."
"Sorry for what?" was her reply.
She got to his bedside and he said, "Your not...mad, are you?"
"Mad?" smiled the snow leopard, "No, I'm not mad."
Her tail swished around her backside, and her ears seemed poised for a reply. She, too, was anxious. She was also curious. She had actually dreamed of this moment...she just hoped Greg shared the dream. There was one thing Greg had never shared with her and now she was dying to see...
Greg didn't know what to think. He too had fantasized about something like this before, but he never knew it could actually happen. He opened his muzzle to reply to those ears, but nothing came out. Eventually, he got out a meek "wow".
Greg no longer cared that only his ever-tightening boxers were covering him; in fact, he began to get annoyed they were still on. But this was all happening very quickly- he had visited sudden fear and found an abrupt pleasure...his head was swirling and he began to wonder if this was a dream. After reeling through the events that just took place, questions began to hit Greg. What am I doing, what is she doing, what should I do...hadn't he been told not to do things like this?
Shary brought her paw above Greg's confused face and rubbed between his ears, which slowly turned to a meandering scritch. Greg lost his thoughts and simply smiled. The enjoyable massage had always been her way of telling him that everything was all right, and he trusted this act more than words. He decided to just let himself go; let her do whatever she wanted. His body seemed to go numb as the verdict settled in his mind.
"Your so...I..." said Shary, obviously also not finding words. She leaned toward Greg's muzzle and looked into his eyes. "I love you" she said as her mouth came closer to his. Greg wrapped an arm around her as she embraced him in a loving kiss. The tongues of two species intertwined into one; their mouths became the same entity. Greg's head seemed to float down to the pillow at the end of his bed as Shary tried to push against her lover's face. Greg could feel her short cat snout from the inside, and he could feel Shary exploring his own furry muzzle. Greg had kissed her before, but never like this, never this passionate. He felt a feeling that was more than a just a feeling...something hard to explain. The kiss ended soon, and Shary moved her gaze to a lower part of Greg's body. She smiled her toothy smile Greg loved and said "There's one thing about you you haven't shown me yet."
"I thought you'd never ask" was Greg's reply, quivering his voice a little. This was when he realized he was shaking and tried to calm down a regain control. But it was a little hard to calm down with his girlfriend staring at his erect penis- especially in the position he was now in. He brought his paws behind him and leaned up to see what Shary was gazing at. Yes, his hard-on was very clear behind the thin, opaque fabric. He took in a few deep breaths as Shary brought her paws to the front of his boxers. "May I?" she asked.
Greg gave her a slight laugh and said, "I already gave the search warrant, and I expect you to use it!"
Shary gave another patented smile and began to pull at the front of the boxers. Her gaze turned from laughter to curiosity as she lifted the veil pulled back the uncomfortable piece of clothing. His red cock, patiently waiting, was now exposed for his lover, and another rush of sensuality hit him as hard as his erection. His seven inches was pulsing in Shary's loving gaze, and much to Greg's relief, she smiled again. Greg had been nearly holding his breath, and his exhale, much to his surprise, turned into a mix of a moan and a growl. Shary quickly pulled the boxers down to his knees and simply gazed at her lover's wolfhood. "Wow," she muttered. Greg was thinking the same thing.
God, Greg felt so...amazing. He felt like...well, like nothing he'd ever felt before. It's like he never knew the meaning of sensuality or pleasure. He never thought so much pleasure could build in him without ever even touching his cock.
Greg saw Shary raise her hand on his stomach and began to rub the muscled fur. "Mmmmnnnn" Greg moaned slightly and closed his eyes with her massage. He leaned back and laid his head on the pillow. "So you like that, huh?" she said.
Greg felt her sit on legs as she continued to work his belly. She rubbed lower and lower and Greg began moan louder and louder. She put a hand on his sheath and his large orbs and rubbed them, and Greg started a low growl. She appeared startled at the noise, and retracted her hand. "No...No, keep going" said Greg, as he looked up at her. "Please" he added with a smile.
"Okay..." she said with another grin, "your so...cute." He smiled and threw his head back to ponder that last statement.
She brought her hand back to his sheath and this time he suppressed a growl to a moan. But as her fingers traveled to his knot, he released another growl of pleasure. She looked a little confused at the large lump. "What's this?" she asked, "I've never seen this before..."
Greg laughed a little at her lack of knowledge. "It's called a knot. I kinda like that spot, if you know what I mean..."
Shary suddenly squeezed the knot and Greg stopped his laughing to produce a small yelp. "Shows you to laugh at me!" she said good-heartedly. "I guess I'll save that for later."
She continued moving her fingers up his red penis. When her hand got to the top, Greg shivered. She began to curl her fingers around his member and made a fist. She slowly brought the fist down, bringing her hand down to his knot, and then back up to his tip. "I saw my brother do this once, but..."
She was cut off by Greg's face, which was staring at her with a beaming smile. "I love you" said Greg lightly.
She grinned again and gave the cock a few more slow pumps and looked to her lover's now closed eyes. She was trying to imitate what she had seen her brother do once when she was spying on him. It seemed to make her brother really happy, and she hoped Greg would feel the same result.
Greg felt better than he ever had in his life. His claws dug into the fabric of his bed and his chest bucked up and down with every breath. He'd jacked-off plenty of times, but he never realized the experience could be so much different with someone else doing the work.
Shary started to go a little faster and hit the knot at the bottom with a little more speed. She'd gotten used to Greg's low growling, which seemed oddly similar to a loud purr. Pre began to emanate from Greg's tip, and Shary allowed the substance to roll down and hit her paw. He couldn't stop thinking of Shary and how amazing she was...every bit of her.
He realized with a little dismay that he was going to be quick; he could already feel the pressure building in him. But as the pressure built, so did his pleasure. He knew he would cum soon, but he never wanted this to stop. He wanted to tell Shary to wait a second, but he barely got a sound out of his jaws before Shary brought her left hand to his pulsing knot. He was sent to a peak of pleasure he never knew. His body ran through the roof and halfway to Mars as he realized it was too late; he was going to orgasm,. He thrust his pelvis up and felt the hot liquid shoot through his member and into the air with an enormous force. His eyelids tightened their grip on his eyes and he released what sounded like a loud moan and a howl, not even caring how loud he might be. He felt his cock continue to pump and be pumped as warm cum land all over his chest and stomach. He hadn't ever cum that much, and he attributed it all to his most amazing girlfriend. His cock continued to push the white fluid until it contented to an ooze traveling down his shaft. When the climax ended, he lowered his body and exhaled deeply. He opened his eyes and looked at Shary. "That was amazing."
She look back at him with both a smile and a puzzled look and asked "Is that what I think it is?" Apparently she was referring to the cum her lover was drenched in, and he answered "If you guessed semen, you get 100 points." Shary smiled at her boyfriend's attempt at humor and found yet another reason why she had just done what she did.
Shary brought her cum-covered hand up from her lover's belly as if to say What do I do with this? "I've heard it tastes good, you know" said Greg, noticing her dilemma.
"Ewe.." was her first response, but after thinking it over a second, she said "I guess I can try it..."
Greg smiled as his lover licked off a little of his own cum off her fingers. For some reason he wanted to know what she thought of it, almost as if she was tasting a meal and he was the chef. A very happy chef.
"Well..." she said after the sample. She then licked the rest of Greg's seed off her hands and giggled back at Greg. "You know, it's not that bad. A little salty. I guess now I get to clean you up."
She acted on her promise immediately and bent down to fill her belly with more of Greg's cum. Her tongue was warm and soft against his chest, which was a relief from the cum that had already cooled on his fur. He realized his paws were still dug into the bed, so he removed the claws and placed them on his lover's back. He never felt so much affection for someone in his life, and he wanted to show it to her. A plan was forming in his mind to get Shary a well deserved reward.
Shary had moved on to Greg's stomach and lower to his pelvis area. When she got to his receding cock, she stopped and looked at the limp member still covered in cum. Greg didn't think she would actually take it in her mouth, she had already given him plenty of pleasure. "It's oka-ough...whoa"
Greg suddenly felt warmth around his cock as Shary had in fact gotten the remnants of his erection in her muzzle. She sucked the contents dry and then licked everything off his sheath and balls. "That was...cool" he said.
"Glad I could help" she giggled while licking her lips.
She then leaned over his body and lowered her head toward his. Their wet noses touched and warmth filled both of their bodies. "I love you so much , Greg"
"I love you too"
They kissed again, this time a little more tired than last. Greg could taste his cum in her mouth- he knew the taste quite well. Shary had slipped onto the bed next to him during the kiss, and he again wrapped his hands around her, bringing her close. When they finally broke the intimacy, Greg smiled broadly at Shary and said "Now its my turn."
"W-What do you mean?" she said, looking a little confused.
"Now I get to thank you"
Greg slipped some digits into her pants and found spot he was looking for. It was already a little wet, which was not surprising to Greg, and he began to play with little opening. "Ooohhhh" she said with a feeling of both understanding and pleasure. Greg took his hand back out of her pants and looked at her again. "That was a nice 'thank-you.'" she said.
"Uh, that wasn't the 'thank-you.'"
"What?"
"Well, you got a little too much clothing for a proper 'thank-you.' I mean, if it's ok with you," he added, realizing his partner might not be as willing as he.
She sat up and flung off her shirt with amazing ease. Then she reached behind and unclipped the bras, quickly revealing two furry white orbs of pleasure. "How's that?" she asked with a grin.
Greg seemed to stare for second, then shook his head to snap out of his small trace. "Umm...actually, I was thinking more of the lower half..."
She reached down to her shorts when Greg said "Well, I can do that.'
"Go ahead, my big bad wolf"
Greg leaned over and undid the button of the short jeans in both the back and the front, and promptly undid the zipper. He pulled to jeans quickly to show a pair of black panties. He brought his face close and was caught by a strong scent. He took a few breaths when Shary asked "You having fun down there?"
"You have no idea," answered Greg
"I think I do," she said to him with a giggle
He brought his front teeth to the top of the black underwear and began stripping the furry skin of its only textile covering. He exposed the wet slit he had been fingering earlier, and he took in the sweet smell that was no exposed to him.
Greg licked the wet pussy that was in front of him and heard Shary moan and purr at the same time. He slid his body down the bed so that now he due south of his lover's pleasure box. He took a few more casual licks of the sweet juices before truly indulging himself.
Finally he pushed his long tongue into her and let his cold nose sit on her furry mound. He did this a few times, pushing and forcing his tongue in and out of her. Greg felt Shary vibrate with loud purring, and he dove deeper into her. He slid his cold nose in her slit and licked even more eagerly than before. He could tell he was making a lot of noise by sloshing his tongue in his saliva and her juices. He felt something warm against his back and sides as he realized that Shary had wrapped her legs around his body. He brought his hands underneath her thighs and tail and continued to happily gorge himself.
Greg heard Shary begin to moan very loud and felt her orgasm would be coming soon. Sure enough, she cried out louder than before and Greg could suddenly taste a little more cum than before. He felt her muscles massage his muzzle as her climax continued. After a few more seconds, he took his nose out of Shary and smiled at her beautiful eyes. "Come here, my little wolfy" she said
He obeyed without question. When he neared her face, she grabbed his neck and kissed him again. This time, both of them were tired and they simply fell into each other's mouths. This kiss lasted the longest of any and was the most loving (even if it wasn't the most passionate).
Greg lifted himself off of her and fell next to his lover. He realized he was very tired after all the yiffing. The last thing he heard was Shary saying, "Go ahead, fall back asleep my little wolfy." He muttered "Thank you, for everything" as he succumbed to a deep snooze.
Greg opened his eyes to find himself alone. He looked at the clock and it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon. He suddenly rember what had happened earlier and thought it was a dream. He sniffed around the bed until he found a spot that proved the reality of his experience; remnants of Shary's cum. He licked up small amount of juices that remained and got off the bed. Why'd she leave? he wondered. He found out when he looked into the driveway to find his mother's car.
He became mad at his mother. After thinking his experience over again, he had wished he had done a little more before falling asleep; he thought he had all day with her. His wolf instincts were telling him to yiff her, but he had tried to suppress those before. If only his mom hadn't shown up and scared her off!
He stroked his sheath and balls again as he had did earlier that morning. Oh well...this'll have to do for now. Better luck next time.
End
P.S.- I not currently working on a sequel, but if I actually get good feedback, I'd probably do one. Oh, and don't worry about criticizing my work...I'm a big boy and I'm interested to see what people really think.