Indecent
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This story will be part of an on-going series of stories I plan to write. "Unfettered Urges" will be the sister folder of "Mystical Menagerie", featuring the same sexy goodness you've seen in my feral stories. These stories will center around Anthropomorphic and trade plot and heavy character development in favor of solving more pressing concerns. I plan to release at least a monthly installment, so you should receive a steady flow of anthro goodness.
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Shopping. Clothes stores. A combination synonymous with hell for me.
Not only was the store packed to the brim with people, but the music was obnoxious and everybody bumped into me at least once. Not one of those bastards turned around to apologize. I mean, who would? The nerdy glasses gave me away before I even entered this modern version of hell.
"Uhm, sis?" Too low. The chatter muffled my whisper and the tide of females shifted so often I couldn't even catch a glimpse of my sister's star speckled shawl.
"Sis!" I tried, louder.
"Sissy," somebody whispered from behind me.
Breath caught in my throat. I took a step forward, and another when a faint giggle followed. I wound past the curvaceous torso of a leopard, almost knocked into a mare and skidded to a stop, just in front of a puzzled raccoon. She narrowed her eyes and made a gesture with her pink colored nails before she turned from me, stifling a mirthful yelp.
To a normal, human teenager, a clothes store for females was paradise. Boobs all over the place, and ladies of every species milled about, fondling bras and underwear between their supple fingers. What's not to like about it?
To start with, I trembled like a leaf, and the shivers only made my sweat drenched T-shirt cling to my skin, cold and disgusting as it was. My throat was parched, every joint in my body felt stiff, and my heart pounded in my chest so hard I thought I'd die.
I didn't, and that meant one thing only: I had to find my freaking sister.
I tried everywhere: the sales booth, the seasonal sales, the hot section--made even hotter by a pack of she-wolves--shoes, this row of crap, that pile of garbage. The heat of this place smothered me, and I had been hard since the moment I entered. Twenty minutes passed. I counted it, for I kept track of every throb, every drop of pre that turned my underwear into a swimming pool by now.
If only I didn't forget my god damn phone...
I gritted my teeth and turned to the exit when it hit me.
The changing booths! I didn't check those.
I shuffled towards them, sweaty hands tucked in the pockets of my jeans and held low to avoid attention. My straight, greasy hair did that already, along with the Harry Potter glasses and the physique of a toothpick.
I turned around the corner, caught the velvet curtains on the side of my vision, took a deep, panicked breath, and shuffled forward. Only a cheetah stood in the narrow corridors, shuffling her paws and tapping her padded foot on the marbled floor. I bit my lip at the pitter patter of her claws and looked upwards to avoid her gaze. Just passing by. That's what I was doing.
"Grab him," a whisper came from a booth.
I ignored it and shuffled forward.
"He's ugly and skinny," a hiss replied. The cheetah was already making fun of me.
I ignored her and picked up my pace.
"Just do it," the first voice came.
"I don't--"
"Do it!" Now that was a shout.
I broke into a stride a moment too late. The cheetah's paws latched onto my shoulder and all I managed was squeeze my eyes shut as she shoved me into the booth, past the velvety curtain and into a hard, concrete wall. My mouth burst open, but no sound came. Only a sharp, fiery lash across my back.
"Fuck, I can't believe I'm actually--"
"Leave. You did your part."
I yelped for a brief moment before thick, meaty pads filled my lips.
"Shhh. If you scream, they'll accuse you of rape."
I snapped my eyes open to the wide, vermilion gaze of a lioness.
"Mhmmm hmm," was all I managed, with the salty pads of her hand filling my mouth.
"Be silent. Please. You don't wanna go to jail, and I don't wanna make this weird. So just shut up."
She blinked and drew back her hand, slowly and carefully. I watched her, too stunned to do as much as twitch a finger. Young, fluffy, with twitching ears, supple chest, and only a mini skirt to cover her slender thighs.
Oh, and no bra. Her round, perky breasts filled my vision, especially the white, circular patch of fur around her tight, pink nipples. My stomach lurched in unison with my cock. What have I gotten myself into?!
"Listen," she said as she swerved her head back and forth to make sure nobody was watching. As if this booth wasn't concealed from the rest of the world! "I just have a simple favor to ask. Fuck me."
I couldn't blink. Couldn't move, couldn't shout. The pounding of my heart filled my ears, and the throbs of my rock hard cock turned my thoughts to mush.
She tilted her head. "Look alive! You can brag to your friends or something, I don't care. Just fuck me."
"I don't--" I rasped. "I'm not, I don't think, I can't..."
She licked her petite muzzle and ran a hand through the thick, golden fur of her head. "Fuck, I can't believe--sit!" she pointed at a narrow bench with the tip of an erect claw.
The thing was bigger than my hand and sharp enough to eviscerate me. Of course I bloody sat, and merely clenched my jaws when the hard thing bit into my extra sensitive ballsack.
"Take a minute. Take a deep breath. Whatever you want, as long as you shut up and fuck me."
She kept saying that!
"Why?" I croaked.
She smirked, grabbed my hand and thrust past her skirt and between her thighs. I gasped, and bit my tongue so hard that blood seeped into my mouth.
She was so fucking wet! Her hot, sweet fragrance still dribbled down my limp fingers after she drew back, and all I could do was stare at the translucent goo.
"Show don't tell, eh? Fucking urges." She sank her head into her palms and took a deep, quaking breath. "This is not me. But the current me wants it. Needs it. Agh!" she growled.
"I'm a virgin," I blurted out.
"Even better," she said without even the faintest trace of a smile. "Better it ends fast. Now pull your dick out."
She flicked her wrist, and I stiffened harder than my cock.
"Please. Pull it out, lay back, enjoy. Easy."
I swallowed a mouthful of drool, nodded, but did nothing. This whole thing petrified me. The only thing that I could move was my bobbing cock, and that wasn't even me!
"For the sake of..." she trailed off, dropped on her knees and pulled down my zipper. Her lips pulled up into a faint snarl when she met my boxers. "For real?" She asked, eyes wide as dinner plates.
"Sorry. I will--just leave me--"
She nodded and retreated a few steps to give me some space. How kind of her!
"Just do it fast. This itch is killing me," she said.
"I thought you already did it," the cheetah's hissy voice came.
"Nope. Keep watch."
The cheetah grumbled, and the lioness' gaze fell on me. Her eyes shifted, far too often, and her tail rocked from side to side with shuddering movements.
"Stare much?" she growled, harsher than the first time.
A shiver crept through my spine at its intensity, and my hands moved out of their own accord. They unbuttoned my jeans and pulled. Hard enough for me to arch my back and bite back a gasp when my rock hard cock emerged out of its prison.
The lioness licked her muzzle and the sight of it and got onto her feet. "Now lean back."
I thrust my hips forward, grabbed the bench for support, and took a deep breath. She strode over to me, squatted like it was a casual trip to the WC, and plunged her slit into my cock, up to my balls.
My face contorted at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my frame. My legs bent and twisted, and my knuckles turned white from the strength of my grip upon the bench. She was so tight! So hot, so smooth, so wet. She squeezed, hard yet soft, kneading at my member with endless, blissful strokes.
A purr flared in her throat, and I noticed her toes spreading through my hazy vision. "It's good. It's good," she heaved. "Just hold on."
Her fingers dug into my thighs, her grip hard enough to force me bite back a scream. I bit on my lip instead, and clenched my jaws as she pushed herself up, then fell down upon my cock. My blood engorged tip parted her slick muscles like a spear. I pierced her, how deep I didn't know; she clenched too hard, and my balls already squirmed with the weight of release. I squeezed my eyes shut and took quick, hissing breaths through my clenched teeth.
Yet she did it again, and again, and again, each time faster and harder than the previous stroke. She lowered her wriggling hips upon my groin, drenched in her arousal. Her nether lips smacked against my thighs with wet squelches, and her purr rolled into a mellow mewling of sorts. As much as I wanted to open my eyes and take her in, I couldn't. It took every ounce of strength to hold myself back, if only to listen to her melodic sounds.
Her thrusts became erratic, and her arms began to shake as her mewl turned into a thinner growl. She slammed herself upon me, too fast and too hard. My cock swelled to the point of no return, and I arched my back and thrust balls deep into her.
"No wait I didn't..."
Her words were lost in the tempest of bliss flooding my frame. Every muscle in my body turned taut with the effort to pump my seed into her shivering depths. The first, thick spurts burst through like liquid fire, raking through my shaft and splash against her needy muscles. For a moment, I forgot where I was, so intense was the bliss surging through me. All that mattered were the lurches of my cock, her tightness around me as I came into that tight cunt of hers, harder than ever before.
Then, her sharp, sporadic roar filled my ears. My hands shot forward to clutch her muzzle as her hips squirmed with the weight of her climax. She clamped down upon my still throbbing member, harder than ever.
When she let go, thin, sporadic spurts of femcum shot from her depths and onto my loins: Thick, translucent, and with such pressure that my balls and thighs stung after we both tapered off.
She dislodged herself from my still throbbing cock and wobbled to the opposite side of the booth, where she crashed upon her rump.
"Fuck, I came. I can't believe you made me came."
"Me neither," I rasped. Sudden strength washed through me, along with a peculiar clarity.
"Humans cum so hard. Is why I wanted one."
"I uh..."
"You liked it," she said with half a smile. "Just say it."
"I did."
"Good, because we'll go for another in the bathroom."
I didn't believe my ears until her cheetah companion walked in and threw me some tissues.
"Clean yourself and follow her. Else we accuse you of rape," they said in unison.
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