Surprise!
i]Note: This story was written for Roochak, to be included in a forthcoming project. The characters Sheila and Sandi belong to him and are used with his kind consent. It took longer than I would have liked to complete, but I'm glad he enjoyed the finished work. This was the last story I completed before my last laptop (Fuhi) died, and I think it's a good tribute ^^. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and please take the time to comment![/i]
Surprise!
It was dark in the closet, and there wasn't much room. It was filled to the doors with all manner of garments. Liam had to fight for breathing space amongst the expensive clothing that filled the wardrobe. The meagre light and air there was in the stifling warmth came from the gaps between the slats that made up the closet door. The bands of shadow striped the pale grey fur upon his face like a tiger, but that was merely an illusion. He was just a typical male feline, although perhaps a little more appealing than most. He was over six feet tall, his ears pressing uncomfortably against the wooden ceiling. His fur was mostly variations of the colour grey, though a patch of black fur that covered his shoulders like a pair of epaulettes was hidden from view.
He wasn't a cop, but that was how he had been ordered to dress. When Sandi had come to him with the idea he'd hesitated exactly long enough to check that she was in fact serious before accepting. This was the kind of adventure that most guys would quite happily sacrifice a testicle for, maybe even both. Feeling itchy and slightly foolish was a small price to pay.
He had dated both Sheila and Sandi at different points during his brief college days and it had made him the object of considerable envy. Sheila was very beautiful and almost obscenely talented. She was a feline like himself, but with black fur. In contrast to the smooth, thick fur she had white colouring down the front of her body, from nose to crotch. She had been able to make quite a good living for herself through modelling, and she had kept those good looks all her life. She was a millionaire now, something that didn't surprise Liam in the slightest. They'd broken up when she decided that she liked the ladies as much as he did, which had been a bit of a blow to his ego.
Sandi had helped him get over it, though his friends had laughed at him for dating a mouse. Her hair was copper and gold that glittered in the sunlight. Her fur was the colour of sand upon a Mediterranean beach, which was what her parents had named her after. Sandi occasionally complained about their lack of imagination, but she never meant it seriously. She wore her hair longer nowadays, her tresses held securely in a neat ponytail. She was more lightly built than Sheila, being both shorter and thinner. Her breasts were also slightly smaller, though they appeared larger on her more slender frame. She was very precise and analytical, a natural born academic. She had two degrees and was already considering a third while she waited for the chance to become a lecturer.
Liam's eyes gleamed in the half-darkness as he waited for his moment. He had never finished his own degree, but he had a pretty decent life regardless. His auto repair shop was doing good business, though the paperwork was a -
Liam's train of thought was derailed by the sound of a door being opened. He squinted through the nearest gap and looked out into the bedroom beyond. Sheila entered the room first, walking backwards and giggling. Sandi's arms were around her neck, guiding her carefully towards the bed. Both mouse and feline were completely naked, and he admired them with open lust. He was also quietly impressed by the way they moved together. If he were to try Sandi's trick he would have trodden on her toes by now, but Sheila had always been light on her feet.
They stopped when Sheila's paws touched the side of the bed. The feline's thick, black tail swayed and curled as they kissed. Sheila rested her paws upon her lover's hips and stroked up and down along her waist as their lips and then their tongues met. They kissed passionately, and the temperature of the cupboard seemed to rise a few degrees.
Sandi angled slightly to the left to avoid bumping noses. The kiss continued, breaking off long enough to snatch a short breath. Sandi's nimble paws descended slowly from the nape of Sheila's neck. They opened like flowers and zig-zagged over her shoulder blades, leaving a trail of ruffled fur in their wake. Sheila began to purr. It was a deep rumble that came from the back of her throat, an alluring feminine sound that sent a chill down Liam's spine and a prickling sensation to his groin.
Something silky and feminine slipped from the rack and snagged on his tail. He flicked it away, barely stifling a snarl of annoyance. When he looked through his spyhole once again, the two lovers were still embracing beside the bed. Sandi's was holding on tightly to Sheila's firm, round behind, her fingers gripping and relaxing as she angled for another kiss. The feline had taken hold of Sandi's breast and was lightly stroking around her nipple with the tip of her thumb. Sandi had quite considerately put Sheila in a position where he had almost perfect observation of the proceedings, and it probably wasn't an accident.
"She really does think of everything," he whispered.
Sheila's ears twitched, and for a moment he thought he'd blown the whole thing. Sandi came to his rescue, but not before shooting a dagger filled glare in his general direction. The mouse had surprise on her side and Sheila had no room to manoeuvre. She was helpless to prevent Sandi from pushing her over onto the bed with a firm shove in the centre of her chest. Her arms and tail scythed through the air as she fought unsuccessfully for balance, but to no avail. She landed heavily upon the bed and bounced twice on the mattress.
"Wow, who put catnip on your cornflakes?" she asked, propping herself on her elbows.
Sandi leaned forward and supported her weight upon her arms, which were positioned either side of Sheila's hips. She leaned forward until her nose was less than quarter of an inch away from that of Sheila and then smiled seductively.
"It's your birthday. I just want to make it special."
Sheila licked her nose and grinned.
"You sure know how to spoil a girl. I could get used to this."
"Better do it fast, your birthday is over in thirty minutes."
"Don't make me kick your ass, squeaky."
"Sweetie, you couldn't if you tried."
Sheila giggled once again and dug her claws into Sandi's shoulder, hard enough to make her wince. The mouse bared her teeth and began to nibble her lover's neck, starting just below the jawbone and working her way down Sheila's throat. The claws in her shoulder were removed, and Sandi's lips and tongue replaced her teeth. She dragged her tongue up through the fur and then kissed her way down to the collarbone. Sheila's purring resumed. Compared to the relative silence of the rest of the room, the sound was almost deafening.
Liam blinked his eye furiously. He had been staring so intently that it was beginning to water. He changed eyes and squinted through the gap eagerly while the show went on, silently praising fickle fortune for smiling upon him this day.
He had managed to stay good friends with his former lovers even after he quit college. Out of the three of them only Sandi had finished her degree. Sheila had dropped out, invested her modelling cash smartly and made a fortune. He'd been happy for them when they started dating, although it was another knock to his pride that two of his longest relationships had been with girls who had developed a strong preference for their own sex after they had dumped him.
As he watched his two ex-lovers become more and more intimate, he decided that pride could go to hell. Sheila lifted her legs and hooked them around Sandi's pelvis, which she rested upon the edge of the bed. The mouse was bent over her partner and teasing each of her nipples alternately. Sandi circled the aureole around the base of each, then stroked across the tip with her narrow, pointed tongue. Sheila began to wriggle and her breath to quicken, occasional sharp intakes of breath marking the moments where Sandi had found a particularly sensitive spot.
Sheila put a paw upon the base of Sandi's skull and gently pulled her closer. The mouse clasped one of her nipples between her teeth and began to suckle upon it, drawing out a quiet moan. Sandi's paw descended down along her right side onto the outside of her thigh, where her neatly filed claw tips raked across the flesh.
Sandi moved over to the other nipple. Her paw descended over the top of her leg to Sheila's inner thigh, from there towards her crotch. She brushed lightly across the naked outer lips, a caress as gentle as the beat of a butterfly's wing. It was a potent touch, doubling the volume of her sounds of pleasure almost instantly. The mouse repeated the gesture, the same target approached from a different direction this time. When Sandi began to lick and suck upon her own thumb and forefinger all three of them had a good idea what was coming next.
Her moist fingertip settled upon the round nub of Sheila's clitoris. The barely perceptible downward pressure was obscured by the steady clockwise stirring of the saliva-coated digit. Sandi was careful to keep her fingers damp while touching the hypersensitive flesh, pausing every few seconds to slip the tip of her finger back into her mouth. Her thumb slipped between the swollen outer lips of her lover's sex with ease. Sandi lingered in the narrow indentation between them, penetrating with the utmost hesitation. With her patience and apparent deep concentration, her body language reminded Liam of a rookie officer diffusing a nuke.
Sandi's thumb disappeared into Sheila's hot, slippery depths with glacial slowness. Sheila began to buck beneath her lover, trying to draw more of her thumb inside her and groaning with satisfaction and lust as it did so. The web between thumb and forefinger finally touched Sheila's outer lips, and for a moment she was still. She tipped her head back and cried out with pleasure. Sandi was curling her thumb inside her, rubbing along her inner walls and driving her wild with passion. The mouse kissed her stomach and then added even more pleasure. Her tongue brushed the stalk of her clitoris and twisted around it, and Sheila cried out again and again.
The tip of Sandi's tongue never stopped moving across Sheila's clitoris, and Sheila's body began to tremble with pent up excitement as she approached her peak. Suddenly her whole body stiffened as though she had been shot. Every muscle clenched at once, and her body spasmed three times in rapid succession as her orgasm hit. She cried out once more, a drawn out wail of ecstasy followed swiftly by another. She held tightly onto Sandi's ears and pressed her close to her body as the fire ran through her veins. Even then, the mouse did not stop. She continued to lick and kiss between Sheila's thighs until the pressure upon the back of her head was finally relieved.
Liam adjusted his crotch once more and waited with growing impatience. Was Sandi going to make him wait forever? She'd never been the kind to indulge in practical jokes while they were dating, but she'd never slept with any females while he was in college, either.
Sandi came up smiling, her muzzle damp. As she did so, her tail curled into a tight spring and then stretched out to full length. It was the signal. His moment had arrived.
Liam took a few deep breaths to steady his nerves, and checked that his props were in place. Truncheon, handcuffs, keys, hidden spare keys and issue cap were all present and correct. He brushed away a little fluff from his navy blue pants, and took one final moment to mentally rehearse his lines.
The wardrobe door slammed against the wall as he made his dramatic entrance. He drew the imitation pistol fastened to his waist and held up a plastic badge with the other paw. Sheila shrieked and covered her breasts, apparently on the verge of a heart attack. Her mouth hung open, almost as wide her as her eyes. Sandi flashed him a smile. It was all Liam could do to keep from laughing himself. The look upon Sheila's face had been priceless.
"Liam? What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.
He took a deep breath.
Time for the bullshit, he thought.
"FREEZE!" he screamed, "You are under arrest for fantasising about police officers and being another year older without a permit! You have no rights whatsoever! Get your paws up, now."
Sandi stood up. She pushed off from the bed with a flourish and swayed at him. There was definitely intent in the wiggle of those hips as she approached. Liam slipped his toy pistol away and put his fake badge back into his pocket, fingering the nightstick at his belt. He had no desire to use it, but it was all part of the role Sandi had ordered him to play for her lover.
Liam had borrowed a shoulder holster from his father, and it was the only clothing he wore above the waist. There was nothing to prevent Sandi from stroking the line between the dark fur of his shoulders and the lighter fur of his back. Liam shivered despite his best intentions. It was hard to resist that smile when Sandi put her mind to it. Saints would have struggled to keep their resolve. So much for his determination to play the bad cop, tough and utterly corrupt.
"Please don't arrest us. There must be something we can do..."
Another paw crept along his spine. Sheila had joined Sandi, standing on his opposite side. The feline stroked his chest and back in opposing circles and rested her head upon his shoulder, giving him kitten eyes.
"I'm just an innocent girl led astray by bad company. Please don't send me to jail."
Liam looked from one to the other. His paws slipped around their waists without any conscious thought. It was a gesture born of practice and lust, and it felt as natural as breathing. It felt more natural: he knew that he could have stopped himself breathing, but stopping the movement would have resulted in broken arms. Both arms encountered soft fur covering warm, yielding flesh.
They turned towards him, their stomachs pressing against his hips. Sandi tugged him closer to her level and kissed him. His tongue brushed her lips and the mouse accepted, allowing it to slide into her muzzle. She sucked upon it delicately and curled her own tongue around it. Her breath was fresh, with a hint of red wine. As he explored Sandi's muzzle he detected a more subtle, exotic taste that he still remembered with fondness from his college days.
The fur upon Sheila's back was rubbed the wrong way as she slowly knelt down, still held by his encircling arm. Her breasts brushed against his waist, over his hips and nuzzled against his thighs as she took position. Her warm, soft paws ruffled the fur of his legs as she stroked them. The dreamlike quality of the experience was not lost upon Liam as he scratched lightly behind her ears.
Liam began to purr, was helpless not to. Sandi rubbed his back and his chest, pressing firmly against the muscles and kneading them with the skill of a masseuse. She broke the kiss and leaned back, a faint smile upon her face. There was a strange look in the mouse's eyes that he didn't recognise. There was excitement and arousal, but that didn't account for the mysterious gleam he saw there.
She held his gaze for a moment, then slipped behind him. Sandi stroked his chest from behind, following the line of rib, collarbone and pectorals with the tips of her fingers. Liam looked down at the soft, feminine paws and was just in time to watch Sheila cup his balls and kiss them softly. Liam shivered with anticipation and closed his eyes. He felt warm breath upon his cheek and upon his crotch, and a warm tongue creeping up his neck. The paws were withdrawn from his chest, applied to his back before he had chance to miss them.
"NOW!"
The hard shove to his back sent him staggering forward. Liam opened his eyes just as his shins struck the wooden frame of the bed, knocking him off balance. The world blurred and wheeled, his arms flailing ineffectually and grabbing at shadows as he fell. He landed upon the bed, his words muffled by the mattress he struck nose first. He rolled onto his back and tried to sit up. Paws upon his chest pushed him back onto the bed. Bewildered, the feline searched the room for clues, but saw nothing but blurs and shadows in the corner of his eye. His wrists were grabbed by two sets of warm, smooth paws and then by something cold and metallic that clicked as they snapped closed. Liam tried to break free, but there was no play in the restraints. He tried the other wrist and met with the same resistance.
He stared at the shiny chrome bracelets and realised that they were handcuffs. There was a little play to them, but nowhere near enough to free himself. Liam realised that he was trapped. He tugged upon each in turn, testing their strength. They appeared to be real McCoy, the genuine article, bona fide police issue handcuffs.
He looked down the bed. Sheila and Sandi were standing either side of it. Sheila was wearing his hat, which must have fallen off. Sandi was holding the plastic pistol. Both were grinning devilishly as they advanced upon him. Liam fretted in his 'cuffs, confused and a little nervous.
"What the hell is going on? Let me go!" he demanded.
Sandi climbed onto the bed and stood over him. From his lowly position, she looked like a giantess. She pointed the weapon at his face and sat upon his chest, holding onto the headrest for support.
"What are we going to do with this cop, Sheila?" She asked, not taking her eyes from him. "We can't let him call for backup!"
Liam tried to look past Sandi, but the mouse was blocking his view. He had forgotten his arousal in the confusion, but his member was still half erect as Sheila took a firm grip upon it. His eyes bulged, a faint gasp tripping over his tongue. Sheila giggled and began to work her fist up around his erection, pawing him off with slow, skilful strokes.
"Let's shut him up for good!" she growled.
Liam closed his eyes and gasped again. His maleness swelled to it's full length under Sheila's attention and he no longer cared what was going on. They could do what they liked to him, so long as Sheila did not stop.
The weight upon his chest was lifted, the bedsprings clicking beneath the mouse's weight. She climbed to her feet, stepped forward and knelt down. Her knees pressed against Liam's ears and her feet pinned his shoulders to the bed. The faintest of scents tantalised his nostrils. Warm, naked flesh pressed against his lips and demanded to be kissed. Liam opened his eyes and looked up Sandi, who looked impossibly huge. His nose and lips were nuzzling her pink outer lips.
"Do we have to rough you up a little, Officer? Or will you co-operate?"
Liam opened his muzzle slightly to respond. His tongue glided over his lips and onto hers. The tiny burrs of his tongue tickled along her opening, causing the rodent to gasp in turn. He began to burrow with the tip of his tongue, slowly working his way between the labia to tease the tender flesh within. Sandi leaned forward and held onto the headboard, her breasts swaying overhead. The feline tongue wriggled within her, the taste of arousal becoming intoxicating. As Liam went down on her lover, Sheila licked her lips and slowly engulfed the head of his member in her maw.
Liam's arms hung limply in the handcuffs as he groaned with pleasure, craning his neck for more access to Sandi's crotch. Sheila licked his shaft, and the rough tongue reminded him why he loved oral sex so much as it scraped over the sensitive flesh. If it were possible to die of sexual excitement, Liam would have been dangerously ill. Sandi pressed closer to his tongue and held herself open for him and he obeyed her wish. His tongue probed deeper into her tunnel, and even Liam did not know which way the muscle would go next as it flexed and caressed the inner walls.
Sheila pulled off from his member and straddled his thighs. He felt her reach for him again, pointing the maleness to the ceiling and lowering herself onto it with slowness that bordered on cruelty. Every pore seemed to become a nerve ending alive with pleasure as her sex slowly parted and allowed him to enter. Sheila's purrs became deafening, enough to compete with his own sounds of pleasure as his cockhead rubbed along the velveteen walls. Hours seemed to pass before her hips finally pressed against his own and his entire length was squeezed by the moist, tight grip.
Sheila began to ride him almost immediately, rising on her knees and letting gravity pull her back down. The degree of movement was small at first, starting off with one inch and then three. Delaying his climax required considerable effort, and Liam tried to distract himself by concentrating upon the mouse and her pleasure.
Vaginal juices coated his tongue as he licked and probed inside Sandi. She ground against his face, working half an inch of his muzzle into her damp sex, almost shrieking with excitement. She teased her clitoris with dampened fingers and moaned whenever his tongue curled inside her. The sounds of her pleasure seemed to spur on Sheila, who was impaling herself hard and fast upon his cock. Her tail flickered from side to side against Sandi's, the thick black limb rubbing lovingly over the more delicate sand coloured tail, which wrapped around it in return. Sheila rocked back and forth, her rump rubbing against his lower stomach as she screamed and filled her sex. His shaft was gripped and squeezed tightly: Sheila had gained rather than lost muscle tone in the years since they had parted.
Sheila's orgasm hit first. Her sex muscles clamped down upon his member, her face turned to the sky as she called out. That the name she was crying out with joy was Sheila's and not his own did nothing to diminish the pleasure he felt as he lapped greedily at the rodent, no longer caring about holding back his release. He bucked beneath his lovers, driving deeply into the feline's sex. He threw his head back and roared, temporarily freeing himself from Sandi's crotch as the tightness finally tipped him over the edge. He began to pump seed into the feline, squirting long sticky blasts into her spasming tunnel. Sandi wasn't finished. She leaned forward and covered his muzzle once again, and he began to lick furiously, twisting his tongue inside her and cleaning away the secretions flowing freely.
Sheila ground against his pelvis, stirring his cockhead deep inside her. Her cries had become moans as her orgasm subsided, but her movements continued. Liam felt strangely detached from the noise of the two females, possibly as a result of oxygen depletion; Sandi was barely giving him room to breathe as she humped his muzzle.
Sandi's orgasm was quieter and more restrained than that of her girlfriend. She held onto the headboard and groaned, a passionate rumble that seemed to rise from her stomach. Her whole body stilled as the fire ran through her veins, ceasing the lewd thrusting she had been making. Liam kept licking, seizing the opportunity to steal a breath of air. When she had finally finished, she half-fell, half-climbed off of his shoulders, sitting upon the edge of the bed. She embraced Sheila from behind and kissed her tenderly, then released her. Sheila smiled and rose unsteadily, lifting herself away from Liam's member, which flopped onto his stomach.
Liam gulped air greedily, his heart attempting to burst free of his chest. Sheila and Sandi lay beside him, each resting their head upon his arm and nuzzling against his cheek. Sheila stroked his chest, smoothing down the ruffled fur and scratching lightly, her eyes half closed.
"Wow..." said Liam. "That was...wow!"
Sandi kissed him upon the cheek and rubbed his stomach.
"Happy birthday, Liam."
There was a digital clock beside the bed, it's red light flashing on and off. It was twelve thirty-five, and it had been his birthday for almost forty minutes. He had forgotten all about his own birthday in his excitement over Sheila's. Suddenly it all clicked into place, and he realised who's birthday treat this really was.
Liam chuckled and kissed both girls where he could reach. The handcuffs clinked as he moved, reminding him of their existence.
"Thanks, both of you. You guys are the best. Will you let me out of these now?"
Sheila grinned wickedly and pricked his chest with her claws. Liam winced. He looked at her and saw the same mischief and lust that he had seen in Sandi's large, brown eyes. She grinned, showing just a hint of sharp, white teeth at the corners.
"Why? There's twenty-four hours in a birthday, hon."