Practice Makes it Perfect
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The monthly free entry for the Unfettered Urgesfolder of anthro awesomeness. As I said in the latest story, this one too 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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Choosing the first seat by the door during the sexual education class paid off. As soon as the class ended, I fled the classroom first, strode past the door and through the empty corridors before my obnoxious class mates came out. They yelled and cheered and called me names from behind. I shrugged them off with a flick of my tail and wound past a corner.
"He's gay," Jake's booming voice echoed through the school. "That has to be it. Why he flees at the sight of cunt."
"No no no," someone else chipped in. Ryan, with his squeaky blue jay voice. "He ain't gay till you fuck him."
"HAR! I bet he'll like it." Jake roared. "I'll stretch you good, tight little coyote! Do you hear me?"
I did, but I chose not to pay attention to felines. They had brains the size of their cocks, and only thought of one thing all the time: to mate. Typical teens, really. Rowdy and clueless.
I already flew down the stairs as laughter ensued a floor above me and fled for the library. Their voices still rang in my ears, pinned back as they were. In spite of my ignorant façade, my heart still pounded, and my clumsy paws skidded across the marble floor. I swerved at the last moment to avoid a stallion, slunk through a group of ferrets, then made it into a wide corridor.
Middle school younglings flooded the first floor. A female husky shouldered me. I lurched forward and almost fell, even though I stood at least 2 feet taller. As soon as I recovered my footing, I crept through the crowd at a steady gait, entered the library.
"Ey," the librarian, a squeaky little corgi said. "ID card, then fill this up." He handed me a ticket, then glanced at the bulge in my pants. He sneered, winked, then turned around, flicking his luxurious tail from side to side.
Everybody knew he was gay, and everybody knew it was his howls that sometimes reverberated through the bathroom. Yet nobody gave a damn, just like they didn't give a damn about bullies.
I leaned over a desk to fill in my ticket, namely the purpose of the visit and a list of books I wanted. I left that field blank. Came here for the silence, not to bloody read.
I let the ticket on the librarian's counter when he had his back turned to me and sought the more secluded desks in the back. Away from the chatter of the front desks, and the corgi's fleeting glances. They made my stomach churn and my paws clench around the seams of my pants.
I released my pent-up sigh as soon as I sat behind that 24 inch full HD monitor and started tapping my foot. Nobody ever saw me while I crouched behind it, and nobody ever occupied the seat next to me. This was my place, my corner, the only one where I could slam my head against the desk and wait for my shivers to subside.
"Err..."
I swallowed at that annoying buzz and kept tapping my foot.
"Uh, hello?" That was a voice! Too soft to be male, too hissy to be a canid.
Oh god. It was a feline. Like Jake the tiger and several of his ripped buddies.
I pushed my chair back, got up...
And yelped as I bumped into a snow leopard. She yelped back, staggered a step back as her books sprawled on the floor. Books! Who the fuck kept reading these after Kindle hit the market?
"I'm--I didn't--s--sorry," I stuttered as I stepped around the mess she made.
No insult spilled from her petite muzzle. No smartass comment, not even a hiss.
I stopped and turned around, my bushy tail stiff as a rod. The snow leopard knelt to collect her books and papers, her flowing azure dress spilling on the marbled floor. She glanced at me with a faded grey eye and scooped the mess into a pile.
I should have helped. I really should have. It was my fault, my clumsiness that did it. And yet, I shuffled forward, one uncertain step at a time. I shivered like a leaf after that bloody sexual education class, and fear left little room for logic.
It was a panther that just entered the library that made me turn around. I grabbed whatever still sat on the floor, spun around the snow leopard, sat and opened the book at a random page.
Pretend you're doing something, and most people would leave you alone. The best rule for cowardly geeks, one that always worked in my little corner.
Not this time. The leopard's bare feet squelched against the marble as she walked behind me. Then, she dumped her load in front of the screen besides me, pulled out a chair, and sat.
She freaking sat!
I licked my muzzle with terse, apprehensive strokes. Shoo her away! Be weird! Do anything to make her leave! Yet, as soon as I opened my muzzle, only a thin whine came.
Her head turned, and I dug my nose into the musty pages of the book, so hard my glasses fell.
Great.
"I know what you're doing," she said. "It's not going to work."
I coughed, grabbed my Harry Potter-esque glasses and flipped a page. I only managed to read a sentence before her paw swiped the book away before I could blink.
"That's mine, by the way."
"Yea sure. It's the school's," I said while staring at the desk. Meeting her eyes would only flare my anxiety.
"Borrowing books is a short term contract. They're your property for a limited time. You damage or misplace the goods, and it's you who pays for them."
"Ok."
"No it's not," she said with the same calm, meandering voice. "Not until you apologize."
My hackles stood on end at that, and sudden strength flared through me. I turned to face her with my well practiced snarl, yet my lips fell flat a moment after.
"I uh..." I fondled an ear while waiting for my words. "This is my space. It's you who intruded."
"It's a public place, so I can't really intrude." She tilted her small head and threw me an awkward glance. "Besides, what are you doing so far back without any reading material?"
"It's in uh..." I pointed at the screen. "It's all in there."
I drew back with a soft yelp when she lunged forward to turn on the screen. The desktop burst to life, devoid of content, just like my mind.
"I see that." She shook her head and returned to her half of the desk.
That was my cue to leave.
I didn't even manage to push the chair back before her paw caught my wrist.
"Wait. You owe me an apology."
I snorted and shook my wrist, but her grip tightened so hard I barely stifled a yowl.
"Apologize, else I kick you in the testicles as soon as you get up."
Bloody hell! My mind whirled at the threat, and my stomach sank. Stars speckled my vision for a short moment, during which I felt physically sick.
"Ok," I said through a huff. "Whatever. I apologize. Geez!" I shook my arm suggestively, yet she still did not let go.
"Nope. You don't mean it. Take a deep breath, calm down, and do it properly."
I rubbed the soreness away as soon as she let go. For such thick, meaty pads, she sure had a strong grip. Bloody felines...
I covered my face with my palms, inhaled and exhaled deeply. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
"You're a senior aren't you?" I mumbled through my paws. "One of them smart asses."
"Nope. Fifteen."
I lowered my hands at that. What?! I was fifteen, short as a pup and spear thin. She was a full blown adult, with well defined chest, slender arms, gaunt features concealed by the fluffy fur of her cheeks and chin. Even her tail was bigger than me!
"You don't look like fifteen."
"Thanks," she said while leafing through a book.
"It was a fact."
"I took it as a compliment. Big deal." She bent forward and placed both of her arms on the desk. She kept her feet crossed and swayed them in unison with her tail, so there was no way she could get up before I did.
I considered the thought, until her threat sent cold fingers slithering across my spine. I turned towards my PC, opened a random book and closed it right away. The trick only worked when the person you wanted to avoid did not know it. She very much did.
"So, what you running away from?" She said without even looking up from her book.
"Sex," the word escaped me. "Sexual education," I corrected myself. Too late. She already hid her smile beneath the pink pads of her hand.
"I mean my class mates after a sexual education class," I elaborated with a flick of my wrist for emphasis. "They get weird."
"Why?" She inquired. Her eyes shifted towards me for a split moment, and spit stuck in my throat.
I gulped hard and crossed my legs. "I don't know. The slides?"
"What's on the slides?" She mouthed through her hand.
My cheeks turned beet red, and my shaft stirred to life. I licked my muzzle to feign confidence, coughed to clear my voice, and looked at the ceiling, on the walls, anywhere but at her. "Some female stuff."
"What stuff?"
"You already know," I said over the thundering beats of my heart. "You have a vulva yourself, probably even mated."
"That's a broad assumption." Her ears perked, and ebony claws poked through the tips of her fingers. "Does that make me superior to virgins, or a slut, if I did?"
"Neither? It means you--" I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Means you practiced for the exam beforehand."
She chuckled into her paw at that, and her tongue poked out of her muzzle to straighten her long, thin whiskers. "Practice makes it perfect, doesn't it?"
I nodded, straightened my back when she turned towards me, and clenched my jaws to suppress a yelp. my thighs squeezed my rock hard cock, hard enough to make my tail swish with excitement. Tingles rushed through my groin and across my paws, urging them to curl inwards.
"I didn't," she rushed her words. "Freaking hell, I didn't even touch myself." Her eyebrows tilted, and her whiskers shivered with pent up excitement.
I rolled my eyes and clenched my paws. She had a question. The weird sort. One that I will squeak at instead of answering.
"Did you do it?"
I squeaked, loud enough to make her jump in her seat. "Sorry, I'm a little..." I gritted my teeth at my super hard cock throbbing within my pants. "A little on edge."
Her eyes broadened for a split moment before a giggle broke through her muzzle. "You're hard! That's why you're so tense. The sighting of exposed female parts made you erect!"
I nodded, so hard my head whirled. There was no point in hiding, not when her eyes already locked on the bulge rocking within my pants.
"How does it feel, to be hard?"
"Weird," I blurted out. "Especially when people stare."
She drew back at that and looked at the screen. "Sorry. Didn't have the opportunity to ask. No male friends." She cocked her head and narrowed her eyes. "I never understood it. That's why I asked. There's things about testicles and how males ejaculate. Like, how can they tell the difference between peeing and ejaculating?"
"Yes."
She glanced at me with a piercing grey eye. "Yes what?"
"It's tricky, very tricky," I blurted out.
Yet she kept staring at me, until her whiskers twitched with the strain of a smile. "Did you ever ejaculate?"
I froze, and for a moment, all I felt were my pulsing temples and the throbs of my cock. "I'm not sure--I didn't..."
"Me neither," she cut in. "My colleagues who touched themselves did, but I'm not sure why--how..." She shrugged nonchalantly and leaned in her chair. "Guess it's like tickling yourself anyway. Guess they're lying just to seem more mature."
"Mhm." I nodded and stared at her, unable to avert my gaze from those faded grey pools.
"Oh!" She shot forward, so fast I couldn't even lunge back. Her ebony nose came so close to mine, her whiskers tickled my muzzle. "Did you touch yourself?"
"Never. Didn't know how."
"Ah." An elegant smirk spread across her muzzle. She clasped her paws in her lap and lowered her head just enough for her huge eyes to fill my vision. "So who goes first?"
My tongue suddenly stiffened. "I--I'm really--"
"Come on." She squirmed in her chair and flexed her fingers and toes. "I wanna do it. I just feel prepared, and I don't even know you. We touch each other, see how it feels, then leave this room enlightened. No big deal."
It was. A huge one. As big and hard as my cock.
I wanted to touch her. To understand how females got wet, how they felt down there. And she just offered me the opportunity of a lifetime.
She made the decision for me by swiping her tail at my shoulder. Even a slight touch made me wince and jump in my chair. "Nervous much? Don't be. It's just experimenting. The sort sexual education teaches us in the first place."
It was a huge deal! What the fudge did she suddenly want from me? Girls do not simply ask random geeks to touch their private parts! And yet, her eyes hovered across my taut form, glinting with excitement.
"I haven't really..." I paused to swallow and wet my parched, tight throat. "I really don't know."
She cocked her head, then rolled her eyes. "Me neither. That's the point. Practice makes it perfect. Here." Her paw darted towards mine. Her smooth, feline pads wrapped around my bony fingers. Then, she tugged. So hard, I lurched forward and crashed against her chest. A chuckle escaped her as she wriggled her torso so that her breasts pounded my muzzle from two sides at the same time.
"K.O!" she hissed through her fit of giggling as I retreated back into my chair, more than a little shaken. My mind turned blank, and all I heard were the thundering heartbeats of my heart. What...what just happened? I blinked to make sure this was real. Sure enough, the snow leopard was still there, and her paw still held mine.
"Why the doe eyes? It was an accident."
I nodded, and she thrust her muzzle into the fluffy tip of her tail to stifle her laughter.
"You really haven't touched a girl!" She squeaked, so loud I perked my head past the screen to make sure nobody heard her.
"That's what I keep trying to tell you," I half said, half growled.
"Not even a kiss?"
I shook my head and my paw in unison. She didn't let go.
"Whatever. Me neither. Irrelevant. I just want to see how an orgasm feels," she paused to tap my nose with a fingerpad, "don't you?"
"But I don't know--"
She perked her ears and mewled softly.
"Maybe. But I don't know--"
A sharp whine replaced my words as she suddenly directed my paw towards the base of her erect tail. She stuffed my fingers through the narrow crevice of her dress and winced as I met the thick, warm fur of her rump. She shifted her grip up to my wrist to release my hand and directed me forward, until slick warmth pressed against my fingers. Her muzzle shuddered with the faint trace of a snarl, and a muffled growl left her throat.
"This is...mheep." She licked her muzzle while I stood there, stunned and bent over her lap, my muzzle inches from her and my stiff, clammy fingerpads resting against her warm, shivering slit.
"It works. Feels good. Just keep--keep doing something. Rub, pinch, whatever. Just do it!" she growled and ran her free paw along her head.
I jerked a finger at her growl, and a soft yelp escaped her when I poked through her folds and into her tight tunnel. She clenched around my finger, hard enough to make me gasp. Her tongue darted across her muzzle once again, and one eye fixated on me, stark against the ebony rosettes of her fur.
"Ok," I mumbled and took a deep, shuddering breath. My member pulsated against my boxers, over and over again. I clenched my teeth at the pressure welled within my groin and traced my index finger along the shuddering lips of her crevice. A whimper broke through my stiff muzzle, shaky as the throbs of my rock hard cock. She was smooth as silk down there, and so wet my finger slid into her clenching vent out of its own accord.
She gasped, squirmed, snarled, and blinked several times. My cock lurched at her reaction, and I, too, gasped as a bead of pre left my blood engorged tip.
"Keep doing it," she whispered. Her voice rocked with the toll of pleasure, and her claws poked in and out of her flexing toes.
I nodded and slid my index finger deeper inside her tight hole. Her muscles rippled around me, squeezing and relaxing with abandon. A whimpering purr flared in her throat, and she thrust her muzzle into her paw to suppress a sharp whine when I sank my index up to my knuckle within her writhing depths.
"Gah," I blurted out. My cock lurched so hard, I almost jizzed in my pants. It took several deep breaths to contain my rising lust, during which she moaned into her paw, licking her pads whenever I dabbed my finger at her walls.
"It's like a fire," she cooed. "It's--keep doing what you do."
I crossed my legs to keep my raging erection from bobbing and retreated my finger from her pussy. She stiffened instantly once I left her sweltering depths, and her tail jerked as I pulled out with a wet squelch. She gasped, grit her teeth, and let out a hard, shuddering breath.
"Do you need a moment to--"
She hissed, grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand against her trembling slit. "Shut the fuck up and give me an orgasm."
My jaw hung at those narrow eyes fixated on me, that threatening snarl etched upon her muzzle. My fingers clenched into a whisk out of their own accord, and I shoved them up her cunt, all four of them. A feral cry left her, harsh and loud. She suppressed it with both of her paws, yet a cold shudder still crept through my frame. Everybody heard that! It was only a matter of time until somebody came here and found me with my fingers knuckle deep into her wet, rippling vent.
I licked my muzzle, swallowed hard, and watched her instead. She purred in the most suave of patterns, low when I retreated, and high pitched whenever I sank into her needy slit. She nibbled at her pads when I spread my fingers inside her, bit a finger when I massaged her walls with my fingerpads, and growled sharply when I stretched her enough for all my fingers to slide into her well lubricated pussy.
"I feel weird," she hissed. "Touch me faster, harder."
I nodded, then slid in and out of her slit with the fast paced rhythm I saw on the internet. Her arousal drenched my whole paw, and it made her flesh feel smoother, more slippery. I barely had to move my wrist; her muscles shuddered so hard all I had to do was rub them fast and hard enough for the leopard's feature to contort with the strain of her first orgasm.
It was too much for her. She squeezed her eyes shut, her limbs and tail shook, and a thin yowl broke through her muzzle. She bent over, lifted her tail towards the ceiling, and dug her head deep into her paws as her walls squeezed me, so tight I yowled in panic.
Then, she released me, along with a surge of hot ooze that drenched my hand and splattered upon the chair's surface with a soft patter.
And that was only the beginning.
She practically milked my hand with terse strokes while she moaned into her paws. Her hackles rose, her ears stiffened, and her whole body shivered with the toll of pleasure. I stood there, stunned and wide eyed, listening to the pitter patter of her spurts wetting the chair to a sleek black. Some of it slithered in tiny rivulets. It dribbled onto the marble bellow, a steady drip drip drip. I clenched my teeth, so hard it hurt, to keep the pressure within my groin contained.
"Pull out," she growled. "It's over."
I got my hand back, thoroughly soaked in sweet smelling, translucent ooze. I sniffed at it, even dabbed my tongue at it when she scratched her muzzle. It had a tart tang, yet sweet, and so pungent my mind clouded and my cock throbbed with renewed vigor. I hid my hand at my back when her eyes hovered along it and attempted a half smile.
"How--how was it?" I inquired.
She blinked her half opened eyes and darted her tongue across her still twitching whiskers. "Like an explosion. I feel so warm, so fulfilled, so..." she leaned over to run her tongue over my muzzle. "It tingled. And then, this pressure that welled within me just burst." She licked me again, and I merely blinked. I was too stunned, too focused on the painful jerks of my cock to move.
"Show me your paw," she purred.
I flattened my ears at that, but she didn't insist. She wrapped her calves around mine and clutched my feet with her broader paws. A yip fled my half opened muzzle. She purred, unbuttoned my jeans, and sneaked those pink, moist pads past my lower belly.
I tensed up and slammed my back into the chair when a finger traced around my balls. Several others caressed my throbbing shaft for a fleeting moment before her paw clamped around it.
"Yyyyagh!" Breath stuck in my throat, and I tried kicking my feet. Her feet held me in place, and her toes spread and contracted in a kneading motion. "It's too...it's too..." I moaned.
"It's very tight," she said and nuzzled my neck, despite the panting breaths I took. "Hard as rock. And there's some sort of swell at the base. Feels funny." She stroked my knot through my too tight sheathe. I whimpered, sharp at first and low when her free paw clutched my muzzle.
"Shh," she cooed. "Else they hear us and you won't get your orgasm."
I whined at that, more from her pleasant treatment than her words. I could barely hear them anyway, too soft over the waves of pleasure coursing through my stiff frame. With every throb, the pressure she spoke about welled at the base of my knot. I tried wriggling my hips, jerking, yet she only squeezed my cock harder.
"Mfffm," I whimpered into her paw.
She giggled and leaned her head against my chest. "You make sharp sounds, like a cat. That's kinda cute," she purred.
I rested my chin between her ears when my neck turned stiff, inhaling her sweet, sharp scent with every tight breath I took.
"How am I doing?"
"Too fast!" I barked. "I'm almost--almost--" As if she couldn't tell it from the lurches of my cock against her pads!
Her ears perked. "So fast? But all I do is hold it."
"It's too smooth, too tight--" I bucked my hips instinctively, rubbing my knot against her paw.
"Sorry, I didn't want to--" her voice came, but I no longer focused on it. My shaft pulsated in her grip, hard enough for my sensitive tip to burst through the soft pads of her fingers.
Her purr became an inquisitive growl, and her fingers slid along my shaft in an up and down motion. I threw my head back and muffled a howl of elation through my tightly knit jaws.
"I don't know what I'm doing," she said through her deep purr. "But it's funny, and feels right."
It felt more than right. It felt amazing! Waves of warmth flooded me, just like she described it, and every muscle in my body turned taut from the euphoria flooding my senses. My eyelids suddenly turned heavy, and I couldn't stay silent, try as I might. I had to whimper, yowl, and muffle my howls whenever she tightened her grip around my erect cock.
"I wanna rub it good, but this swell is in the way!" Her fingerpads pushed back my sheath with soft, repetitive strokes. It didn't budge, and every time she did it, I yowled louder. It stung! Yet, at the same time, all I felt were fiery tendrils slithering up my balls and along my length. I parted my jaws to say something, to warn her not to push my knot out. It was too big, and the sheath too tight! Only an unfettered yelp came, harsh and loud. I covered my muzzle with both of my paws over her already existing one and squeezed my eyes shut.
She stroke harder, and faster, until that huge swell suddenly rolled out of my sheath. I didn't even hear her words over the overwhelming bliss that crashed upon me. I shut my muzzle tight, and tried not to howl as my balls lurched and my cock pulsated into her paw one last time before searing seed rushed along my length.
Then, it burst through my tapered tip, along with my sharp yowl. She gripped my cock so hard, it couldn't even lurch as I spent my load into her paw. Stars speckled my vision, and I poked out my tongue to lick the soft fur of her nape as stream after stream of seed rushed out of me and crashed against her too warm and smooth pads. The onrush of bliss took away my breath and my senses, and for a moment, all I could do was groan in ecstasy as I came for the first time.
Her purr filled my ears once the spasms of my cock subsided to dull throbs. She still clutched my spent length, even as I tapered off with a couple more lethargic spurts.
I tensed up as her wrist shook. Whenever her pads shifted across my shaft, tingles came. Not fiery and intense like the flame of pleasure, but weak and enticing.
"It grew weak, yet still it spurts," she said and pressed her muzzle against mine.
"It's the knot. Canines last longer than most males," I explained with surprising clarity. I was too numb to care, and the afterglow of my climax felt more like a sudden wave of tiredness than anything else.
She flicked her tongue across my nose, and I murred in return. Her fingers retreated, and her cum drenched wrist poked out from the seams of my jeans. I grabbed it, hard enough to draw a yelp from her.
"Not yet. You have to hold the knot. Apply pressure at its base." I directed her paw towards the knot and forced her fingers tight around it. I winced at the rush of elation, and my cock flared to life for another thin spurt. The lukewarm trickle of seed already descended down my legs and dribbled onto the ground. Yet, as long as she had her paw tight around my knot, I didn't care. I sucked in the pungent musk of seed mixed with her sweet fragrance and smiled.
"This is so curious! I never...I didn't realize something like this exists!"
I chuckled at her excitement and caressed her fluffy nape with my clean paw. "So much easier to learn through practice, eh?"
She nodded and turned her head to face me. "It is. It really is."
I licked her cute little muzzle at that. She drew back with a hiss, only to plant a kiss on my brow a moment after. "There's still much to learn, though," she said with a sly smile.
"Individual study?"
"In teams," she added.
"At home."
"Tonight," I said.
She nodded, and her purr flared to a rich thrum. I kissed her before my courage faltered, and made a piss poor job of it. She drew back with a giggle and poked her tongue out for emphasis.
"That's not even a kiss," she objected. "Open your muzzle to begin with."
"Can't while you hold my--"
She flicked her tail and turned her ears sideways. "Oh. You still ejaculate?"
I nodded, and she leaned against my bony chest. "We need to freaking shower."
I didn't even look at the mess we made, for fear of being repulsed by it. "As soon as I finish."
The bell rang, and we both stood upright in our chairs, eyes wide. Her hiss molded with my whimper in the most melodious of cacophonies.
"We're fucked," we said at the same time, shared a glance, and smiled wryly.