FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Soft clicking filled the room of Skye's apartment, as Nick still thought of it despite having moved in with her shortly after they officially began their courtship. It wasn't that he didn't feel at home, she'd welcomed him and comprised with ease and affection every step of the way from gifting him a matching desk for the opposite side of the study or sharing the closet; it was that the entire flat was full of distinct Skye-choices. From the entirely galaxy themed bedroom fitted with a massive ceiling painting depicting the night sky with miniature glowing dots to make a night sky above the oval-shaped bed, to the Mario themed shelving above the toilet in the bathroom completed with the theme song playing over the roar of every flush, to the wall art above the oven reading, "A long time ago, in a kitchen far, far away..." He could imagine her picking out each item, reminders of her favorite games and fandoms intermixed into her life throughout the apartment to create a shockingly perfect home for the two gamers. However, the living room had been 'normal' when he'd moved in. "Aiden never liked the nerd couture where people might see, so I had to limit it to the back rooms," she'd explained and that day had begun the mission to decorate the living room perfectly as a two person team.

Now, sitting in the living room, where they spent most their time, Nick's eyes wandered away from the screen of the oversized television mount in the wall and meandered through his home for months with memories of purchasing each item fresh in his mind as if they'd happened yesterday.

From his spot on the long, bright yellow couch Nick sat in front of the massive entertainment system. A shelf sat beneath the TV with shelving on either side, framing the television with their game collection organized by system and age with the oldest on the top and working down to the newer additions that stuffed the longer, bottom shelves. Then, they had every generation of PlayStations just beneath the TV, sitting atop the main shelf like the progression of man to the intelligent walking-talking machine they played most. Their GameCube and miscellaneous systems were tucked into the corner shelves. The TV had been there, though Skye's game collection had been tucked back behind a closed cabinet, but now they were on full display. Nick smiled, skimming their merged collections with a wandering mind that wandered back to that first day.

"What? How could he not like all this? Even your bathroom makes me love you!"

"That's because... you... are a much better man for me." Then, Skye had tackled him, right into the closed cabinet, her lips clinging to him as his hands wandered to her hips. She pressed flush to him, squashing the mounds of her breasts into him.

As they pulled back, Nick peeked down with a smirk before a hand gingerly caressed along the side of her covered chest. "How could he hide away all these wonderful things about you?"

Skye pouted, waving an accusatory hand at the cabinet beneath the television. "He hid away my entire GameCube collection too!"

Nick gasped in horror, walking right over to the cabinet and emptying it before shoving it out into the hall. Then, he'd been pushed back onto the couch- still a rough leather then- with the red panda straddling his lap. Between kisses, she mumbled thank you's and her cheeked glowed a flushed red.

Nick eventually grabbed onto her cheek with one hand and the other tickled along the V of her t-shirt before swooping down. "I like to have all your assets out in the open."

Nick chuckled, rubbing his head with the memory, watching it unfold like their ghosts were in the room with him. "I had to buy her a new shirt and a new entertainment system." He grinned, looking down at the bright, Pac-Man yellow couch. That had come next. Then, they'd sold the generic paintings of cityscapes that decorated the left wall. Turning, Nick admired the replacement for those dull oils.

A long bookshelf stretched up to the ceiling in the center of the wall, organized by color with matching decor intermixed into the books: the yellow section had had a Pac-Man light, glowing out from between two anime series, the blue, pink, red, and orange each had a matching ghost with the same colored, neon glow. From the gray, a Death Star model hung from the shelf above to dangle in the free space while AT-AT walkers marched amongst the books underneath. The purple section, though small, housed a stacked statuette of Pokemon Master Balls. In green, a miniature of Link stalked through the spines while a Yoshi bookend held up the volumes. The bookshelf had been a project that spanned two months with the sensation of being constantly looking for treasure.

"Oh my gosh! Babe! Look!" Skye's hand had suddenly tugged his during the walk out of the mall, a single GameStop bag dangling from Nick's free hand as she suddenly took off with him hurrying behind. In the window of a small shop, some mom's basement-esque store, they'd found the Pac-Man lights.

"You know what this means?" Skye had asked, hefting the box up onto her shoulder as they walked out while she leaned into his side, a furry tail tickling the backs of his legs.

"No? What?"

"We have to find something for every colored section of the shelf."

The shelf had been colored coded as soon as Skye was let loose on it, with the black and gray on the bottom before the rainbow descended down from the top. They'd been using plain, metal bookends till then with bare spaces between the colored chunks they'd filled with their compiled books. After that, they'd scoured all the unique shops in the state together, once even driving four hours to another town to pick up the white section's accent piece- a silver white dragon that breathed an icy spray suspended in front of it.

"Nick! Nick! I found the perfect thing for the white section!" He'd been fast asleep, trying to rest off a midnight game opening, but she'd launched herself onto the bed with so much excitement he couldn't ignore her.

Now, the dragon hung from invisible wire above a miniature model of a particular Skyrim building to fit the theme: the White Hall.

On by one the rest of the shelves filled in, usually with explosions of delight at the new discovery. On dates, it became a theme to surprise the other with an oversized box with the newest find. Just a month ago, eating at an upscale Italian place, Nick had plopped down a box while they waited for their food. Ripping open the paper to find an action-posed Link figurine, Skye had squealed just as their dinner arrived and sent the frazzled waiter stumbling backwards hard enough to slosh alfredo onto another server.

"Oh my word! Did he propose!?"

"No! He gave me a tiny Link!"

Nick sighed happily, leaning into the Pac-Man pillow behind him and propping his arms up onto the accenting white, ball shaped throws. To his right, square pillows marked, "Ctrl"; "Alt"; "Del" led to the arm. In front of the extended lounge portion, a massive Batman symbol jutted off the side. His eyes re-focused on the screen, but he was already feeling nostalgic and was soon glancing back to see the wall sticker; a long bar reading "Loading..." above the couch with tiny photo booth strips cut into their individual photos pasted into the gray of the filling bar. Their beaming smiles and interlocked lips stared out from the wall, loading a life together.

On the floor, a rug in a variety of reds looked to be made of pixels, with square shaped clumps spreading it out over the expanse of the living room. On top, a Nintendo controller-themed coffee table marked their latest purchase. The living room hadn't been the only place they'd added things; the fridge had evolved to have an entire shelf devoted constantly to Mountain Dew in every flavor, a one month anniversary present that had nearly made the human cry when he'd opened the bow-wrapped fridge door. That same month, he'd purchased a frying pan with a hilt for a handle which still made the red panda squeal with delight when she made pancakes.

Nick shook his head, trying to clear the wandering thoughts. He glanced towards the door, imagining Skye already returning from work. "I gotta finish this..." He mumbled, momentarily noting that they'd left out their breakfast dishes, a Hylian shield shaped plate and two mugs, one covered in Legos and one with a heart, "I Only Date Superheroes."

"You know, Nicky. This mug is true" she murmured that morning, flipping a heart shaped pancake onto his plate and popping a chocolate chip-stuffed raspberry into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, you're my superhero."

Nick puffed out a breath, chest momentarily tightening with the sentiment. She'd been being cute, celebrating their anniversary breakfast, but it'd struck a chord. Then, hand in hand they'd headed to work at GameStop where they usually spent their days together; however, today Nick ducked out early for an appointment- with his PlayStation.

On the screen, Terraria came to life in 2D bricks, a flat Minecraft-esque world. Refocused, Nick flicked the controls rapidly, hunching over to complete his structure. "Skye is gonna love it... I know she will..." He mumbled to himself, filling the room with his clicking controller once again.

But then, a knock rattled the door momentarily. Nick looked up, "Who could that be?"

******

"Enjoy that game now! Thanks for stopping in!" The bell chimed above the door as the customer left, letting Skye finally slip out from behind the counter. Her fingers tapping and rattling against the surface suddenly transported her back to that original moment. Head tipped faintly to the side, she pictured him on the other side of the counter, awkwardly asking her out all over again, and instantly ducking his head to his phone once she'd told him she was engaged. "Gosh, he really thought I was." She almost laughed, a distant smile curling her lips. That'd been exactly a year ago, almost at the same time, the same shift. She felt the same nervous, eager excitement now as she did then; excited for their date that night, to blow him away again. Her tail flicked and swished behind her while a hand lightly touched to her chest. That night still hung in her mind, her first experience that took her breath away. It'd been goofy and cute on top of sexy; something she'd never realized she could have.

Since then, every day had felt that way, a goofy, cute adventure. Sometimes, in the past months, she'd felt like she'd stepped into a movie. Everything was surreal. Working side by side, Skye and Nick were constantly together, yet she missed him even now while he was at his appointment. Having someone around who wanted to do all the same things, who fit into her life as a friend on top of a lover was all new to the panda.

Smile faltering, she bit at her lip. "Well, I guess every day hasn't been like that..." Nervously, she smoothed out her shirt- another t-shirt with two game controllers with their cords tangled into a heart. After her night with Nick, she'd had to leave Aiden.

"What do you mean you're leaving me? We're getting married!"

"No, I've met someone, Aiden. Someone who... gets me."

"Someone who gets you? I get you! I let you put all this gamer stuff in the house! Our bedroom looks like a sci-fi movie! How can you say I don't get you?"

"That's not getting me, that's putting up with me, Aiden!"

******

"Aiden?" Holding the opened door in one hand, Nick froze at the sight of the tall, lean wolf in a jet black suit over his equally dark fur before him, with a hard jawline further sharpened by the glint in his eyes.

"Hah! I was hoping I'd run into you at some point, Nick. I've wanted to see the man my woman left me for! I see I was mistaken; boy perhaps?" He chuckled at his own joke, flashing a glint of white fangs.

Nick clenched a hand on the door, bearing the jab. "Jeez, real class act," he thought.

"It's actually funny, this little joke she's playing with you. I mean, I get it, I'm not some nerd. I don't like to sit around in the dark and 'game.'" He said it like he meant 'rape children.' Nick grimaced.

"But, that doesn't mean she needs to waste a year with a little punk like you! I mean, I know women can be foolish and it can be hard to 'find yourself...' but she's not a little girl anymore. She doesn't need to be wasting her life here with some..." His eyes scanned over Nick's entire body from head to foot and his lip curled, like he saw a bug in front of him instead of a human. "Weak, pathetic, little nerd."

Nick felt a chill run down his spine, nerves tingling through his body. The wolf wasn't happy and Nick couldn't exactly do anything to him! "What am I supposed to do? Punch the guy?! Hah! This isn't SoulCalibur. I'm no Siegfried. This is real life."

He did have one thing though, he actually understood the woman they were talking about. "You know, Aiden, it's really not that hard to understand-"

******

"I do not understand why we have so many stairs!" Skye muttered, cracking a smile while she started up towards the apartment, mind still wandering since she'd left the store for the night. Her last year, the year she was celebrating today, kept coming back to her...

"You did what?"

"I broke up with Aiden, mother."

"I cannot comprehend this ridiculousness you're spewing, Skye." Priscilla, her mother, stated with a slightly puckered pout on her shiny, red lips meant to match the simple, tailored red dress that she wore. A hand rose to her temple, caressing along the smooth black hair pulled up into a high, coiffed bun with an 'oh my' expression.

"Mother, stop toying with me." Skye scowled at the older panda, watching the woman's spine straighten with the harsher tone, a little scowl rolling up her lip.

"Skye, you come from a wealthy family-" Skye rolled her eyes with a here-we-go expression. "-I had finally set you up with a nice boy who has a similar background, yet you refuse to act like you should. When will you learn, girl?"

"First, precision of language, Mother. Nice does not mean 'rich.' Aiden was never nice to me. Secondly, why would I want to strut around all day fake-kissing people and looking pretty when I can DO something? And honestly, it's boring!"

"Dah-ling, Dah-ling, this isn't about fun! This is about our image. This is about our legacy that we'll leave on this earth! You have to think about the image you are putting out in the world, but working at that little shop... and wearing t-shirts-" She whispered it, like it was as scandalous as ass-less chaps. An idea occurred to her, making her perk up, "If this is about wanting to work, I'm sure your father can find you a real job-"

"Mother! That is seriously the last conversation I want to have right now! This is not about your skewed definition of the real world, or what you image I'm like in your pretty little head. This is about me not loving Aiden and not wanting to marry him!"

Priscilla let out an elaborate sigh and stomped off into the kitchen, a massive gleaming room they never used. "You talk to her, Maxwell! I can't! My head!" She scurried up to run a bath, or to have someone do it for her while Skye's father, a panda who'd long ago been more gray than red, patted the couch beside his leather chair. "Skye, your mother is trying to help in her own way."

"I know, but she doesn't get any of it. She doesn't understand anything about me."

Maxwell nodded, his wrinkles carved with every life lesson he learned over time since he'd married Priscilla and been given a mirror of how he looked on the outside, which had quickly faded his superiority complex.

"You know I just want you to be happy. I want... you to have what I didn't have; a life that is full of enjoyment every day instead of money and a random jackpot for a good moment in between. Life is about more than money and power, sadly I learned that too late for myself, but I'll pass it onto you. If Aiden isn't right, kick him. He rubbed me wrong anyways." The man cracked a smile, rubbing a hand on the girl's knee with an affectionate twinkle.

"You know I admire you and support you every step of the way. If your real job-" he held up air quotes with a private smile. "-is running a GameStop, you make it the best one in the state."

And she lived up to his requirements. She strived to be happy every day and to look forward to kicking her feet out of bed. Each year, he gave her an allowance of fifty thousand dollars, a lot of which she invested into her store till it reached the largest game capacity in the state. It was awarded "Greatest Variety" and "Best Customer Service" just months after she left Aiden.

"This year has been crazy..." she thought, smiling at the mix of memories, though continuing up through time towards today brought another sour, mother-induced grimace.

"Oh! Hello, Nick! That's a very... nice t-shirt." Priscilla bristled when the human took his first step into their entry way; a massive space decorated in cream and gold. Her face wrinkled slightly, "Skye didn't tell me you were a human."

Despite her smile, she still pronounced 'human' as if she meant 'registered sex offender.' Skye leaned into his side, a reassuring hand on his elbow. "I wanted to surprise you, mum."

A hand jutted out, "I'm Maxwell, Skye's father."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir!"

"I hear you are helping with the new location?"

"Yes. I usually work the same shifts as Skye, but I've been training the new employees." Nick explained, seeming unsure of himself after Priscilla's harsh welcoming. Even now, she bristled as if someone stood on her tail.

"Well," she flourished. "Why don't we head into the parlor and have a drink while dinner finishes up!"

As Nick and Skye headed forward together, Priscilla hung back to hiss into Maxwell's ear. Though it was loud enough for the other, younger panda to hear, and she hoped Nick's human hearing didn't catch it.

"I don't like this boy at all! I set her up with that nice, wealthy one- Aiden, and she's come home with some little beggar? A gamer? He works for her, non? We can't have our bloodline soiled with a human! Do you really approve of this? Of her getting back at me with this boy?"

Maxwell, bless him, hadn't even responded but nodded and led the couple into the dining room directly. "Let's just eat, hmm?"

Dinner had passed pleasantly enough, Priscilla too grouchy now at Maxwell to be too condescending to the guest, though she acted wounded whenever Skye spoke to her; as if betrayed by her daughter's choice.

However, by the time dessert was swept away by a woman in an apron, Priscilla had excused herself with a headache, leaving just Maxwell and the couple.

"Nick, I have to say, you strike me much better than that Aiden ever did. I hope you take care of her!"

"Dad!"

Even though she complained, the memory brought a smile to her lips. Her mother would always prefer the wealthy Aiden to Nick, but her father had her happiness in mind so that he picked Nick... was a good omen. For a moment, Skye thought another memory was coming to mind, but then realized the voices she heard coming from her floor were familiar.

"That's Nick, but is that... Aiden!?"

******

"You don't get it; Skye left you because you tried to change her. You tried to take what makes her herself away; gaming, popular culture, all those things you see as nerdy. You tried to strip her of what she enjoys. No, you tried to take away the very building blocks that make her."

"That's not true! I know her family. I know Skye, those things don't make her her. I know her. I was going to marry her!"

"You don't know her, you know her mother! You tried to make her into her mother! Haven't you ever noticed how Skye isn't her mother? Where her mother is harsh, Skye is gentle. Where her mother dramatizes, Skye cuts to the point. Her mother is passive aggressive, Skye is powerful. Skye is not a little lap dog you get to take home because someone gave her to you. You have to earn a girl like Skye."

"You act like I'm the bad guy, punk! You're the one alienating her. You're going to turn her from her family. You're not right for her. You're not even in our world, gamer-boy. She's going to wind up stuck and living off Priscilla sometime down the road, and she'll be ashamed she didn't stick with me." He let out a gust of irritated air, but Nick didn't back down now even as the much larger canine towered over him.

"I really appreciate how close you came to making a nerdy comment with the bad guy reference, that's almost a step in the right direction." Nick quirked a reflexive smile, but it faded instantly. "But no, I'm not. I embrace who Skye is, not who her family wants her to be. This isn't some ancient world where family honor determines the path of your life. Skye doesn't want to be tied to some legacy; her legacy will be her own. Her legacy is in every successful video game sale that becomes someone's favorite series. Her legacy will be everyone she welcomes into her life without judging. Her legacy will be made on her own, carved with her unique personality, not some lumped sum of her family to overshadow of her. She'd be ashamed if she had stayed with you and the life that comes with." Nick finally finished, letting out a long breath as the wolf scoffed. "Whatever, I've heard enough from you." Then, he swiveled towards the elevator. "I'm leaving the city anyways, not like it'll be hard to pick up another show dog for my arm." And he was gone with a final sneer before the metal doors closed.

Shaking his head, Nick closed the door with a shake of his head. Plopping back onto the couch, he rubbed a hand over his temples to soothe their throbbing annoyance. "Whatever happens tonight..." he thought to himself, looking up at the PlayStation game still on the screen. "I'm glad I saved her from THAT."

Inspiration gone, he pulled up the save screen. "I'm gonna have to tell her what happened..." He sighed; a long deep sound that rushed out his disheartened disappointment at the mood Aiden's arrival had sprung onto their anniversary. As the game clicked off completely, screen going black, Nick leaned back.

"I knew he was bad. I knew he was like that, yet I didn't get that he was THAT bad." Nick muttered, trying to wrap his head around the male's simplistic view of the world, but he didn't get a chance as the apartment door suddenly exploded inward.

In a flash of red and black, Skye burst into the room with her eyes glimmering with tears. Her arms circled around Nick's neck within an instant, her wet cheeks pressing into his neck. "I heard everything from the -hic, hic- stairwell..." She was sobbing, voice breaking with the crackling of her cries. A hand petted down her head, smoothing the rich red hair that poured down her back in a cascade, then hugged against her back and pressed her closer. "Shhh... it's okay."

"You know what though? It's not okay! I was going to marry that guy! I was going to make a sacred vow with him! Marriage is... not some silly little thing! Marriage is a promise! A pledge! I was going to swear to spend my life with him! My whole life! He-he thought I wanted to be like my m-m-mother." Then, a fresh explosion of sobbing took her voice again. Her nails gently dug into Nick's back, clinging to him with the desperation of a scared child. Skye, who was usually logical to a fault but had a tendency for swift emotions when they struck, never imagined Aiden had such a twisted perception of her and to realize it stung. She felt... stripped of the time they'd had, like it'd been a confused lie.

"Shhh... It's okay. Everything is fine. He's gone. You're here. That part of your life is a closed chapter. Everything is fine." For a moment, he silenced as she shivered against his chest and didn't speak again until she'd silenced, her tears starting to dry in her fur and glimmer beneath her eyes without falling. "Do you want to cancel tonight and stay in? We can just... make some mashed potatoes and watch the original Star Wars trilogy all night if you want?"

Again, silenced rushed through the room before Skye looked up with her fur matted and twisted on her cheeks from rubbing into his shoulder. "No. I still want to go. This is our night."

Smothering a sigh of relief, Nick hugged her once again. He could smell the shampoo she used as his nose pressed into her hair, lightly his kissed her forehead before pulling back with a half-smile. "Besides, Aiden's mother was a hamster and his father smelt of elderberries."

Skye's muzzle crackled into a smile, a fist rubbing against her eyes to clear the lingering droplets before she leaned up and nuzzled into Nick's cheek with the short fur of her muzzle tickling his bare skin. "You know me all too well." Then, she kissed him with a little flick of her long tongue against the tip of his nose. He laughed, and watched as she disappeared down the hall to get ready for their date.

******

"Ta-da!" Skye's arms raised above her head as she finally stepped out of the bathroom. Nick's eyes locked onto her grinning smile, excited to show off what had taken her an hour to put together for their night out. "How do I look?" she asked with a slow twirl.

As she spun, loose curls bounced around her shoulders with a free, wild look. From her ears dangled tiny Tetris bricks to match the short gray dress she wore that had a Tetris stack of blocks all along the bottom hem in a jagged pattern while falling bricks scattered down the bodice. Her breasts peeked out from a peek-hole neckline before the dress tied behind her neck. Her long legs were bare, showing off the silky sheen of her smooth fur before short, heeled boots covered her feet, with just a puff of red lace boot cuffs showing out the top.

"Are you even real?" Nick blurted, making her bark with sudden laughter. Instantly, his cheeks colored a faint pink while she approached him down the length of the hall, running a hand down his black button-up.

"What does that even mean?" she asked, her other hand held behind her back while a playful and expectant expression hovered on her face.

"You're just like every gamer's dream, Skye" he admitted, chuckling to himself as he pulled her closer with a hand on her hip. "You look like you just stepped off a Tumblr page."

She chuckled, kissing his cheek while her hand moved out from behind her with a little flourish. "Well, you're my matching pair tonight so you'd better keep dreaming a while longer." Then, she leaned up to slide a tie around his neck; a slender one with a matching Tetris design.

She grabbed loosely onto the garment and tugged with a cheeky grin over one bare shoulder. Nick couldn't help his eyes wandering down, taking in the tight fit of the dress from behind and the length of her bare legs beneath. "Now come, boy, or we'll be late!"

*******

"No! That's not what he even said!" Skye's laughter spanned the space of their table in the small restaurant. Their table, a small circular shape with flickering candles scattered over the long, cream-colored tablecloth, was a mess of small appetizer plates and entrees with their forks darting between the different pieces, sampling and talking together. Tucked back in the corner of the room, they had minimal privacy, but enough that the world felt their own.

For Nick, he was recording every moment in his mind. They swapped banter easily enough, discussing work and new games with the same intensity that she'd murmur sudden sweet nothings or praise the food. Everything felt natural, perfect.

"Oh my gosh! Try this!" Suddenly, a fork coiled with pasta was thrust towards him, expectant eyes peering over it. The rich creamy sauce instantly filled his mouth with a smooth, buttery flavor.

"Mmm... That might... be the best thing ever."

"Oh? Is that right?" Skye's eyes glittered before a devious smile spread over her lips. Suddenly, Nick felt a faint pressure again his crotch, making him twitch as both eyebrows crinkled together confused.

Seeing Skye's smothered grin though, he caught on. Gently, a socked foot that'd slipped free of its boot worked against his crotch, rubbing up his thigh and over his pants. Instantly, he felt himself twitch and harden beneath the barrier of his pants. He swallowed, fidgeting in his seat. A shy blushed colored his cheeks a faint peachy sheen, and at first, he expected her to stop messing with him. But instead she nodded down slightly and pushed her toes up over her clothed bulge and pushed the zipper up.

Nick glanced around the restaurant, an aging crane sat reading alone in a booth across from another couple- a hyena and another red panda who shared a bowl of spaghetti, kissing between noodles. He gulped, knowing none of these other customers would notice anything, especially not with the long tablecloth hiding her shifting toes from view as they rubbed over his hardening bulge that strained against the front of his jeans, urging him to play along.

"The biggest issue with the government nowadays," Skye started with a playful grin while a waiter slipped past, refilling their glasses. "Is that so often they don't act when they should."

"Oh aren't you clever..." Nick thought, finding himself smiling back and slowly tugging the zipper down beneath the table to give her access. With his pants undone, her toes writhed forward to hook into the elastic of his boxers, pushing them down with carefully little turns. Her feet were now bare, the soft fur tickling against the skin above his shaft before she'd pushed them down enough that his cock sprung into the open. Cool air washed out around his length, reminding him of the public atmosphere with a shiver down his spine. Skye always had this playful, rebellious air about her from her flaming red hair and the glint in her eyes that he saw now, twinkling along with the dancing flames of the candles.

Even as the soft, leathery pads of her feet gently gripped onto his shaft, Skye kept up her quick, witty banter, forcing Nick's mind to balance between two points of focus. On one side, Skye barraged him with sharp commentary and a near debate about their games and techniques, and on the other she'd started to get a full grip on his dick, using both feet to starting jerking along his length. The soft fur that covered her paws pressed around him while the smooth surface of her paw pads rubbed and added a harder pressure as it slid along over his sensitive, throbbing length.

Nick started to wane from the conversation, more focused on the building pressure in his groin. "You OK over there, Holmes?" Skye asked, choosing that exact moment to squeeze her soft feet around his tip before pumping down slowly.

He blinked, eyelashes fluttering a moment before he nodded. "Yeah, wait- Did you just call me Holmes?"

Skye grinned, flashing him her slight fangs, "For surelock!" He chuckled, suddenly finding his chuckle turned into a harder choking laugh before her feet tightened again and it formed into a muffled moan.

Her feet were pumping up and down. His fingers curled into his napkin, gripping to it while his blush deepened slightly while he watched Skye's lips curl up further. "I have an idea... What do you think about a game?"

"What kind of game?" Nick's voice, surprisingly didn't waver even as his knees gave a faint quiver and he bit at his lip. Her paw pads were starting to make the tension too much. His breath was hitching while his heart raced beneath his chest, pounding with every second.

"Tonight, sometime while we're out, we each have to make the other cum." She paused, wrapping her toes around his sensitive cock head with a tender squeeze. Then, with a cheeky smile, she added, "I'm going first obviously."

See the mischief twinkling in her eyes and loving her for her sense of adventure, Nick bobbed his head but kept his teeth gently biting on his lip to keep quiet as his spine stiffened. Pressure seemed to be overloading his groin before suddenly, cum splattered against the bottom of the table, barely missing the girl's paws before string after string of cum spurted out from his shuddering cock. His lips burst apart, a moan escaping along with the sudden explosion of laughter from another table, canceling out the noise.

With a dessert menu tucked beneath her nose, Skye just grinned with a little wink of her bright eyes. "Why don't you clean up your spot and we'll get dessert?" Nick tried to fake an angry glare, but looking across from her with her shiny, rich hair falling over her shoulders to frame her cleavage, pushing up against the dress with a falling t-shaped block escaping beneath the table to match the earrings dangling from her tall, twitching ears... how could he? He looked at her and even his faked irritation faded.

After kissing over a chocolate mousse, the two sat together as the lights dimmed in the next door movie theater. Nick's arm curled around the girl whose head rested against his shoulder and snuggled into him while the movie began. Her hair smelled of the fruity shampoo she used, tickling his nose with the sweet scent while his fingers idly rubbed at her arm, enjoying how her fur glided beneath his fingertips. They fit together like puzzle pieces; no awkwardly shifting or wriggling, she just leaned into him and they clicked together. As the first scene began, he leaned over and kissed her temple with a small smile, trying to silently communicate what he was feeling.

"I can't even describe how I feel right now," he thought, feeling a sudden rush of giddiness when she glanced up at him with a small smile of her own, kissing his chin softly before looking back to the film. "How did I end up here? How did I, safe Nick, boring Nick, quiet, stay-at-home gamer Nick, get this girl? How'd I get crazy Skye, adventurous Skye, loud, stay-at-home gamer Skye? All I wanted in my life was to find the girl who fit with me, who understood me, and who shared my interests instead of putting up with them, and here I've found one who not only understand them, shares them, and loves them but who knows what it's like to have it the other way around..." He sighed, happily tipping his head into hers to watch the first portion of the movie with a high, blithe spirit.

Peeking over, Skye's eyes stayed on the screen, but Nick surveyed her chest jutting out in the dress, eyeing the open peephole with a devious grin. Sliding the arm already around her up further, his fingertips grazed her breast through the fabric of her dress. Gingerly, he searched out the faint spot of her nipple, starting to rub over the clothed nub. Then, his fingertips dipped into the peephole, gently flicking the hardening bud before he lightly pinched over the sensitive nub. He felt her breath hitch faintly, just a little puff against his neck, but then her tongue slowly traced around his ear with the very tip before she nipped lightly at the lobe and growled playfully. "You're gonna have to work harder than that, bub."

He nuzzled into her, kissing her cheek once softly before his other hand crept forward. Fingertips lightly grazed over her bare knee, working up the soft expanse of her thigh while her dress shifted up with him, hiking it over her lap. His touch, so faint and light, sent shivers up her spine that Nick felt against his shoulder. While her eyes stayed on the screen, he could imagine some focus shifting away to image the sight of his hands moving in the dark. Fingertips crept up till he grazed the very edge of her panties, something with faint lace edges before he skimmed beneath them where the fur of her thighs turned into the softer fluff that coated her sex.

She squirmed in the seat, feeling the tickling sensation of his touch while his opposite hand continued to work her breast, tenderly rubbing circles over the little, hardened bead to match the slow, sensuous teasing that he played out beneath her skirt. In the dim light from the screen, he could see the shape of her skirt folded up to expose her thighs, but the darker fur blended into the darkness of the seats and floor.

Finally shifting her panties to the side, Nick's touch glided over her pussy lips which glistened even in the faint light with the wetness already gathering there. He traced along the edge of her slit without delving between her velveteen lips. Her body quivered faintly, little gasps in her breathing catching his attention as his eyes watched her. Even the faintest tension in her arm pressed into his side meant he'd struck a sensitive patch, and he'd sweep over it again with the same, torturously slow pace. Or if she bit at her lip and her hips gave a twitch, he'd draw his fingers away, forcing for her to wait before he finally delved his touch against her slit itself.

Instantly, her wetness soaked his fingertips, filling the back row with a faint squelch as he pushed two digits into her sex, curling them up to nudge against the sensitive, spongy patch of her g-spot. One of her hands pressed over his arm, fingernails prickling into his shirt as he pushed into her, starting to slowly pump into her. With every motion, he pulled his fingers back till they slipped almost out and then pushed back in, using every centimeter of their length to tease against her sex while driving the tip of his touch up to the sensitive g-spot repeatedly. Yet, his pace didn't waver. Even as she started to quiver faintly, impatiently pushing her hips up in the seat, he didn't allow her to rush him.

Then, just as the movie let out a slew of sound effects that filled the theater with noise and surprised gasps, another finger pushed into her, stretching her tight passage while his speed picked up. It took her off guard, forcing out a squeak. Her fingers gripped onto his arm while her body tremored in the seat in a way that made Nick smirk, "W-what was that?" She hissed with a breathy hitch in her voice, a surprised tone revealing he'd tried something new with successful results. "You know, you can give in anytime..." he crooned, loving the sensation of her breathing washing out over his neck in hot puffs, fast. With the hand on her breast, if he pushed a finger between the two orbs, he could feel her racing heartbeat.

"I-I'm not going to give in. The female orgasm-" her breath caught for a moment as he focused on her g-spot, grinding his fingertips to it between every thrusting motion while his thumb pressed to her clit. "A-ah... is very huh-hard to obtain!"

Nick chuckled, leaning down to nip her sensitive ear. She gasped, but no one looked back. "Good thing I'm determined."

His fingertips ground up to her g-spot, palm pressed over her mound while his thumb worked against her clit and he kept the pace steady. He kept the finger rubbing her clit moving constantly, building the pressure in her crotch. Heat washed out from her sex and glistening juices dripped onto the seat, making a damp spot between her thighs. Her breath caught again, bursting into his ear with a hot wave. Smirking, he leaned closer, "Shhh, don't want to make too much noise now, hmm?" He'd obviously only reminded her of all the people around, which sent a shudder down her spine hard enough to squeak her seat as it rocked faintly.

His fingers pumped harder, rubbing over her clit relentlessly, and his fingers still kneaded her breast and tweaked the sensitive bud of her nipple atop the furred mound. She clutched onto him, whimpering into his shoulder obviously trying to stop herself. She took competition seriously and didn't want him to gloat.

"Gosh, it looks like you really need this" he teased, snickering deviously at her with the delight of a high school boy suddenly finding himself pleasuring a woman, leaving her unable to cut him down.

"Oh shut up, breast-friends-boy!" she snapped, putting Nick squarely back into his role. Nonetheless, her body was hovering at the brink. Her breath was hushed but quick against his neck. Her fingers held onto his for dear life with her little nails digging into his shirt sleeve. Her hips were shuddering, twitching and jerking in response to her fingers that continued without pause before suddenly, she stiffened.

At the same time, the theater went silent as the climax for the film hovered on the edge as well. Everyone's eyes watched the screen, waiting to see the death of the developed protagonist while Skye muttered a quiet "Fuck" and hissed.

A gun went off.

A girl went off.

The protagonist collapsed, blood trickling from his forehead.

Skye's entire shook, juices squirting from her sex.

"Oh no!" the crowd gasped.

"Oh yes!" Skye shouted, the entire auditorium looking back with dirty glances. "S-sorry!" Yet, no one noticed the puddle on her seat of the beaming grin of Nick beside, they just thought her... a bit off for cheering on the wrong side of the film.

Nick, still chuckling from her horrible timing, kissed her cheek. "We're even now."

******

"Gosh, I feel so sticky!" Skye whined, pushing open the apartment door and dropping the car keys into a Hulk hand that jutted from the wall with Nick's keys as well resting in his oversized, green palm.

"Haha, that's what you get!"

"Well, I'm going to go freshen up for you" she smiled, winking playfully before she disappeared down the hall towards the bathroom. For a moment, Nick stood calmly to watch her leave, with her hips swishing and tail dancing in the air along to the song she hummed. Once the door shut and her radio clicked on, he hurried to the couch while the PS4 began to boot up.

"Thank God! I have to finish this!" In a frenzy of clicking, he completed his project from earlier without his eyes wavering from the screen until he heard the shower click off and a few minutes later, the door click. "Cutting it close, Nick." He chided himself, but moved his character quickly before setting the controller on his knee and turning to the hall.

Exiting the bathroom, Skye hadn't gotten her hair wet, but the steam had mussed her curls into a looser, relaxed wave around her shoulders. Instead of her short dress, she'd slipped into a casual sundress with white polka dots stacked up its length, almost an un-nerdy item, until one noticed the Pac-Man at the bottom hem, frozen while eating his way up. Seeing him, she smiled, winking. "We've got a game to complete, Mister."

Right beside the couch, she hooked her dress up with a playful gleam. "I put on something new for you too." Then, she briefly flashed him what lie underneath; a lacy black thong with the words "Wakka-Wakka" printed over her sex. As the dress fell back to the floor, she churred affectionately. "Get it?"

Nick chuckled, finding himself tempted with her flirtation, but he gestured at the television. "First, lemme show you something. I found something really cool!"

"What is it?" She settled on the opposite side of him, taking the controller and leaning forward with her eyes focused on the screen. His character sat at the end of a dark corridor, stacked bricks making the walls on the either side in incredibly, albeit pixel-y, detail. Slowly, she started to walk forward, watching as the darkness shifted and single torches littered throughout to light the walk somewhat until she reached the end of the hallway where the wall read, "I Love You, Skye."

Her muzzle curled with a smile, but before she'd looked away she suddenly noticed the teleportation pad beneath the final step of the hall, whisking her away suddenly. The new location, a large room, was covered with the small blibs of red rose petals and fully formed, tiny vases. Then, towards the center wall, pixelated hearts of varying size filled the space before block words jumped out. "Skye, Will You Marry Me?"

Her breath caught. Silent in the room broken only by her sudden gasp. Nick saw tears prick at the corner of her eyes before it seemed to sink in and an ear-splitting squeak cracked through the sound barrier in the room. Turning to Nick, she saw him on one knee with a small, black box. He looked up, opening the miniature package to reveal a simple, silver band with a circular centerpiece; one half of a ruby in a semicircle and the other a half a white diamond gem with a miniscule pearl set in the center with a gleaming, translucent hue: a gem Pokeball.

"Skye. I choose you, but I can't just capture you. You have to choose me to, and if you do, I want to spend my life doing what we love and spending every moment I can with the most amazing girl I've ever met. Who not only understood who I was as a person, but who enhances who I am with every day that passes. Skye, will you choose me back? Will you marry me?"

"Holy Fuck! Yes!" Then, she launched herself down onto him. Her arms curled around his neck, clasping tightly while her face pressed into his skin so he felt her fur and the speckling of arm tears. "I choose you too! Of course I'll marry you!" Her fingers grabbed his cheeks, kissing with such a fierce intensity he almost dropped the ring he was trying to extract from the box behind her back. Pulling back, she stared at him, with her eyes glittering like the diamond in her ring while Nick gently lifted her hand, sliding it onto her slender, furred digit.

As she hugged him again, she kissed his neck and whispered, "capturing you is better than getting Raikou, Suicune, and Entei in the same hour." It was undoubtable, she was the one.

******

"Now, it's my turn to surprise you!" Skye's voice boomed out of the bathroom where she'd locked herself for the past twenty minutes since she'd yes. Nick sat on the bed, his shirt stripped off during their post-engagement love fest, but now she'd escaped into the bathroom, demanding he wait patiently for a surprise. "Can't surprises take less time to prepare?"

"If you complain again I'm flushing this ring down the toilet- But not really! I love it!" Something thudded, "Ouch Fuck!- You'd better appreciate the hell out of this!" Nick chuckled, leaning into the wall their bed was flush again, looking up at the small gleam of their painted galaxy. His entire chest felt exploded, like it'd just felt too much worry and excitement that now that she'd said yes it couldn't take it. He kept replaying that moment she looked at him, when she said yes, and her passionate embrace. To himself, he mumbled, "I'm never gonna forget that moment."

"What?" The door had cracked open, Skye's voice was clearer now.

"Nothing. Is the surprise ready?"

"Yes, I hope you're prepared." He could hear the sass in her voice; picturing her smile dancing on her lips. Then, she stepped out of the bathroom. A wispy white ribbon wrapped around her breasts, falling over her shoulder with a long, dancing length of the fabric while a thin veil fell over her flat stomach. A beaded belt hung on her waist with little white panties visible through the equally see through skirt, edge with small green accents. Looking up, small wings stuck from her hair which was braided down to a simple blue ribbon tied around it. She leaned against a massive blue sword replica, the arm with the sword glinting with a metallic bracelet while the other had a long sleeve. Her feet were bare, but little fabric covers sat on her calves like leg warmers. She lifted the sword up, fixing her gleaming eyes on him with a stern, but wavering expression. "In me, place all of your trust." Then, her serious facade broke with a playful and flirtatious grin and she winked, "And maybe some other things, too~"

"Oh... My... God..." Nick stared at her, eyes washing over the entire sight again. Her breasts bulged out against the ribbon-like structure of the top, straining around the girth of her bosom. He could see the tops of her cleavage and the underside with merely her nipples truly covered from view. Her long, slender legs were on display, leading up to the wispy scrap of a skirt that only accented her broad hips and the bare piece where the skirt fell to the side.

"Y-you're Elysium!" He blurted finally, finding his words while she set the sword down and strode forward to the bed. Her eyes were fixed on him, her playful smile wide and broadening at his glazed expression.

"Yes, I am! Impressed?" She stood at the end of the bed, cocking her hip out with one hand and letting him see her ringed finger glinting on her waist.

"I'm shocked! How did you hide this? How did you hide a sword in the bathroom!?" His mind was rolling it over, still staring at her body with a hungry, puberty-esque hunger. He sat up, shuffling down to the edge of the bed to slide his hands down the curvature of her body and rest them on her hips.

"You know the vat of tampons under the sink? That's my hiding place." She chuckled, moving up to straddle his lap, the proximity of her crotch to his made Nick twitch, shivering as her fingers stroked along his neck. "Now, let's see what you're hiding from me..." She purred into his ear, lightly licking along the sensitive skin. Her hand traced down his chest, fingertips sending shivers down his spine before she stroked over the cage of his clothed-covered cock, but then she stood up from his lap. "But that's later... I have an engagement to stack up to! I have our first time to stack up to!" She leaned over, as if she'd kiss him, but then lightly touched his puckered lips with a fingertip. "So strap in" she winked, turning slowly in front of him to show off the entire outfit again, lightly fluttering the skirt before she stopped and bent.

Her hands sat on his knees, bright eyes locked on his while her breasts sat right in view. They spilled forward, pushing to their cloth prison. He could see the tiny nubs of her nipples pushing to the thin ribbon, but when his hand lifted to touch, she growled low in her throat. "Nuh uh uh! This is my turn to work, sit back."

So he did. Her hips rocked, still in the bent position, with the mirror on the bathroom door catching short glimpses of her ass from behind with the skirt spilling up to show the skimpy thong. Then, she spun with her hands still balancing on his knees and worked towards the floor. He watched with slow beats as her ass lowered between his parted legs, now hooked over the edge of the bed further. She pushed backwards, ass wriggling closer to his groin while her bare shoulders hovered in front of his chin. Looking back over at him, she smiled playfully, tail folding over her opposite shoulder to give him an unhindered view of the little thong she wore, her pert ass cheeks bared in front of him.

Then, she turned again, bending over as if to touch her toes quickly. Her ass stopped right in front of him, flopping the skirt up while the panties pulled tight over her sex. The folds of her pussy were outlined in thin fabric, the spec of her wet excitement already soaking through before she looked back at him and swiveled back, moving back onto his lap fluidly. Her crotch hovered an inch from him, but she rocked and grinded to the air in a miming motion. He ached for her to push down against him, give him a taste of the body she was showing off. Her fingers grazed down his chest, stroking the bare skin. She leaned in, kissing at his neck and following the line of his throat down before sitting straight again. "Like the show?" she crooned, sliding her hands over her own body, letting his eyes follow fingertips to her breasts, down her curves to her hips, tucking between her thighs then back up to her eyes that glimmered naughtily.

Her chest pushed forward, leaning her head back as she grabbed the ribbon and freed it from the braid. With a wriggle of her head and chest, she shook her breasts in front of him with the flesh rippling while her hair tumbled down her back loosely, like a librarian letting down a tight bun.

With her hair loose, she shifted down from his lap and stood again, raising both arms above her head while her hips started to circle. With a side step, she turned so her booty worked in front of him, shifting close enough he felt her legs grazing his, but he didn't move to touch her, simply enjoying the buildup of excitement. He'd seen Skye plenty of times now, in the span of a year, but he'd never seen her body like this on display for him to just look. She wasn't naked, but the wispy fabric only enhanced the dark fur of her body. He could see every little jostle in her breasts, the movement of her ass. He watched her bare shoulders become an erotic point with her eyes peeking over them, daring him to want her just a bit more. She was tempting him with everything she had, yet in a way that seemed like offering.

His eyes tracked her ass with every move, tracing circles with his following stare as she bent over, hands on her knees to show him between her thighs. He could see the line of her sex, the little mound of her pussy. He swallowed. His cock throbbed, achingly hard now and bulging beneath the front of his jeans enough to make a tent of the denim.

"Mmm... someone's needy," she purred, licking her lips with a predatory stare. Her tail flicked out behind her as she turned, drawing his eyes away like a ribbon dancer. He bobbed his head, copying her lick to his own parched mouth.

Again, she climbed over his lap, grinding over him but now she slowly lowered so he felt the ghost of her movement. Just her warmth caressed against his groin without the pressure to add to it. Then, she leaned over to nip his ear. Her sharp teeth pricked carefully, "Do you want me?" Faintly husky, her voice sent shivers down his spine while she stroked down his neck slowly, tracing over his frame.

"God, do I want you, Skye." His hands moved up, grabbing onto her hips and now she let him. Her body pressed down finally, grinding to his clothed crotch. His other hand stroked down her back and stomach, eager to touch everything she'd been tempting him with. Then, cupping his cheek, she kissed him with the same fierce passion she'd used back in the living room. Pulling back, she caught his lip with a gentle suckle before she leaned down his neck, nipping along the curve of his throat while she lowered herself down the length of his body and then settled, on the floor at the end of the bed, on her knees.

Watching his face, she unbuttoned his jeans. Instantly, Nick's cock sprung out, bobbing in the air before a soft, furred hand curled around the base and stilled him, but then pulled away to slide down his thighs. Leaning over his tip, she licked her lips. Hot breath washed over the tip, but then moved away. Nick groaned with a moment of 'not-again!' in response to her teasing.

Skye smiled coyly, "You didn't think I was going to make it that easy did you?" she giggled, fingers tugging his pants down and off, boxers following to leave his legs finally bare. Leaning down, her lips lightly touched to his thigh, inches from his cock without touching him again. Her breath rippled through the air, adding to the on-edge sensation of tension that throbbed through his cock. Her head tipped, kissing a trail up his inner thighs while he twitched and whimpered faintly. Her tail tickled along his thighs in general, just enough sensation to add to what he already felt. Then, she paused and her flat, broad tongue extended out. Using it spread flat, she licked up from the underside of his balls, dragging her hot, wet tongue over every sensitive ridge and vein along the underside of his shaft before she reached the tip and left it bouncing in the air slightly, begging for another touch.

"Oooh... you're a tease..." Nick complained, grabbing onto the bed sheets on either side, hips writhing impatiently.

Skye looked up, eyelashes fluttering even from between his thighs with an innocent, "Who me?" expression. "Nuh uh!" Then, she leaned down and flicked her tongue over the sensitive, often ignored skin of his balls. He twitched, moaning again while she traced her way back up to his shaft, licking the base and working back up to the top with a long, ice-cream-cone lick. Then, her fingers caressed up his legs and coiled around the base, starting to pump along his dick with a slow, steady pace. Her fingers, covered in silken furs, tickled and stroked the skin with every motion. With her free hand, she slipped out a small bottle of lube, the side marked with an etched strawberry. Dabbing the glistening oil onto her lips like lip gloss, she leaned over his tip before slowly sinking her mouth down over him, lubing him as she went and sending toe-curling shivers down his spine. Her mouth, so wet and hot, suddenly gripped around him with a light suction before she continued, backtracking every few seconds so he couldn't get her to the base without waiting through her teasing.

"Oooh... Skye...You're gonna make me more worked up than that first time." Nick whimpered, feeling his cock already twitching and pulsing in her mouth, despite orgasming hard hours earlier at dinner!

"Mmm you did just fine that time so what's the problem?" she murmured, speaking close enough that every breath and the faint vibration of her lips tickled the sensitive head. "What are you really asking for?" Her eyes flared, mischief dancing in their hues while she leaned forward so her breasts sat inches from his cock.

"I want you Skye. I want to be in you." He felt a gravel in his tone, making the girl shiver with excitement before she practically leapt onto the bed, her tail flying out behind like a flag. When he turned, she'd rolled her panties down the length of her legs and lifted up a foot with one toe hooked into the little garment's band, "Souvenir?"

Then, in a fluid motion, she lifted her tail to fold up the length of her back while on all fours, and exposed her bare, glistening sex to him. Over her shoulder, both eyes watched him. "Take me, Nick. Take me and never let go."

Nick scrambled up onto his knees, shuffling behind her. With one hand gripping her hip, thumb circling and stroking through the luxurious silk of her fur, the other guided him to her soaked pussy. The tip dragged along her slit, lightly rubbing to her clit before retreating and grinding along the wetness of her sex without pushing in. He heard a faint, playful growl as the girl reached between her legs, fingers circling his cock and pulling him forward with it, plunging him into her needy tunnel.

Instantly, her body clenched and tightened around him. The heart of her, the vice-like grip of her clenching sex, and the moan that filled the air in her sweet voice had Nick pulsating inside her already, body hovering already 3/4 of the way up that metaphorical mountain. Reaching over her, Nick let his hips rest still while he pushed down the flimsy fabric, cupping her breasts finally while his lips kissed up her bare shoulder. Soft, brief touches of his lips traced their way up before he met her lips, turned to meet his.

Kissing deeply, her butt ground back while Nick rolled forward, connecting them in a circle of their tangled bodies. Her tongue gently skimmed against his, tempting him to move between their mouths. She'd pull back and nip his lip before starting the kiss again, tongue swirling with him.

Breaking the kiss apart, a little cord of saliva strung out between their months breaking when Skye faced forward, rolling her hips back to him needily. He thrust forward, bottoming out into her clutching sex. "Unf-" he huffed, kneading her breasts while his hips grinded inside her, rubbing his tip along her sensitive inner walls before pulling back, straightening so that his thrusts deepened and quickened.

Their hips started to slap into each other, filling the room with a chorus of lovemaking, sloppily orchestrated into the best noises Nick had ever heard: the hitch of Skye's breathing would start the piece subtly, then the steady bass of their beating bodies started with the wet squelch of her leaking sex thrown in as an accent every few measures, and a loud warbling cry of his name echoed off the ceiling between beats of delighted whimpering and hisses of intense sparks. "Nick! F-faster! Baby, I need you! Faster!"

Her fingers clutched onto the sheets. He could see the desperation, the need in her grip. Her sex was working over him, milking him for every drop. With every thrust, she pushed back against him, hilting into her sex. Her tail twitched, flicking against her shoulder while she whined, begging him to go harder, faster.

"B-babe! Pull out, lay down." She barked suddenly, turning as he did with his head flopping back against a pillow. Then, she sat back onto his lap. Her ass facing him, she sank back onto his length with a long, delighted moan. Her voice filled the room. Watching her, Nick saw her pierced onto his length. Her pussy lips were spread wide, parted to show where her tunnel leaked with excitement and his cock eased into her.

Both hands grabbed her ass, starting to knead and pull apart the tender flesh, adding to her mewls and cries. His fingers pressed into her, knowing how sensitive her ass was. Her body was quivering, hovering at that edge. Then, as she started to ride his ass, Nick had to bite his own lip. His own orgasm hung in the future undeniably, closer with every motion that dropped her ass over his lap, spread wide to show her pussy stretching over his cock with the skin gleaming with need, droplets of her juices clutching to her fur. Then, he felt her fingertips graze his cock, saw them writhe between her thighs. Needy, desperate fingers drove to her clit like a live porno right in his lap. Then, noticing the mirror across the room, Nick watched as her other hand grabbed her breast. Her mouth was opened wide, moaning unabashedly while she bounced over his lap. He could even see her tongue, partly arched in her mouth while she clutched at her bouncing breasts. Her back was arched, pulling her stomach taut while she worked over him, letting her hair sway out behind her to track the beat of the meeting bodies. Their wet, wanton chorus filled the room, playing on repeat though the noises were louder, the breathing heavier.

Every heartbeat pounded in his head. His cock felt like it'd explode. He pushed his hips into every thrust, urging her to cum with him, wanting to reach that point together. "You going to cum with me? You want to cum for me?"

Skye mewled out a desperate cry, her head tipping back with her hair loose and swishing over her bare back. Her voice throbbed with the hitching in her air supply before she was panting in air again. "Yes! God! Yes! Nick! C-cum! Cum with me!" For another second, she bounced desperately over his lap, pounding her pussy with his twitching shaft. She held him like a vice with every thrust, pushing the tip up into her pussy till their bodies slapped, hilting him. Her breasts bounced in the air, a nipple held between her tweaking fingers while the other hand worked over her clit, rubbing the little pleasure button relentlessly. Nick's cock pulsed, twitching, beating with every second. He was instants to cumming without her, but he knew she rode ride on the rim of her own orgasm. Then, with a grunt, he slammed into her with a low groan. "Cum for me!"

Then, she tensed over top of him. Her body shuddered and he felt her pussy contract around him. Hilted deep in her, Nick's entire length felt the clamp of her hot, spasming walls all around him and burst. Cum spurted inside her, rope after rope filling her pussy with the gooey, thick substance. For seconds, he pumped into her, hearing her own orgasm still rippling through her with faint, dying whimpers. Then, as it faded, she rolled her hips and gently sloshed the mess of cum inside her.

Then, she twisted and slumped against him. Her eyes were half lidded, the orgasm dimming her constant enthusiasm. Her fur was mused, sweat dabbing her hair line. Her lips grazed his cheek before she ground into his lap playfully to slosh his cock inside her again. "Mmm... messy..."

Energy drained and a happy and hazy afterglow settling over him like a blanket, Nick collapsed his head into the pillow beside his new fiancé, lightly grabbing onto her waist to pull her closer to fit against the natural curve of his body. His cock twitched once more inside her before stilling, a seeping mess of cum leaking out between their bodies. Her hair, kinky with sweat and motion, hung down her back in twisted ringlets while her fingers splayed against his shoulder, lightly stroking him. For a moment, they were still together, their juices trickling out between their mashed bodies along with the sweat on fur and skin without care. Breath washed out against Skye's neck, ruffling the fur for a second as Nick let out a long, happy sigh, expecting to fall into a peaceful sleep.

But then, Skye squirmed and pulled away from him, shifting to sit up on her knees and staring down at him, eyes wide and perplexed at the sight of him settled in to sleep. "What are you doing? We're getting married!? We gotta play harder now!"