A Night With Cottonpuff
#1 of Red City, Opallia
How I ensnared my beloved Acura, as seen from his eyes.
(Notes: Using "people" instead of "furs" because...well any sentient race would be a people...and to me writing "furs" just felt and then read really awkward. It does not bother me in other people's work, just my own. So...anyway, if that grinds your gears you may not want to read this.
It's a rough draft, quick and dirty, and the formatting sucks.)
I was chronologically a Sophomore in High School, academically a freshman, when I met Cottonpuff. She was beginning Freshman year. People tended to stay away from her, because she was Bunari, and that came with a legend of witchcraft and other mischief. I didn't believe in magic, and I was just coming out of a bad relationship, so I wasn't too sure about love, either. I had given up on romance, and told myself I was going to focus on passing my classes. That's how we happened to meet: she was some kind of super genius, and got assigned as my tutor. My teachers wanted me to get my grades up because, this year, they had a "No Pass no Play" policy. In short, if you were failing a class, you couldn't participate in any extracurricular activities...and I was a jock, of sorts. I didn't have the attitude, but I raced, ran, swam, fought, and played football well. I guess she had seen me at one of those events, since she told me she had had a crush on me for the longest time...and I knew for certain she had gone to a different elementary and middleschool, otherwise I should have spoken to her, because she /was/ Bunari...the only one in the whole school. That meant she was unusual, and I needed a little of the unusual.
When I was introduced to her, school had just come to a close for the day. I trudged down the stairs, to the school library, where oaken shelves full of books, and smoothly polished, but clearly cheap, wooden chairs and round tables littered the pale grey carpeted floor...students were all ready gathered at the tables, and in the chairs, helping one another study for upcoming tests...some I was sure, were studying for the very same reasons I was. I counted twenty people, up here and on the half floor which ran around the room, like a balcony. None of them were among my close friends, my inner circle, but that didn't surprise me.
Speaking of surprising me, Cottonpuff /did/. She looked like a feral rabbit...like the kind one could go buy at the local pet shop for a ten. Only, at the same time, she didn't. She was all white, a beautiful and pristine white; I would liken it to virgin snow. There was hair between her ears, which was the same color as her fur, but looked...different, somehow. Besides being longer, I mean.
Then was the fact she was a bit bigger than the typical feral, had a more anthro type short muzzle, paws that were like hands...her left eye was this unreal, light pink, which reminded me almost of neon, and her right was a brilliant, and sparking sapphire. She wore a parti colored dress: the left side yellow, the right pink, and a hat that matched, and seemed to modeled after those depicted atop the head of a court jester. It had these points, four in total. Two bent upwards, and two bent down, at the tips, and all had jingle bells of gold dangling from them.
Her dress had these baseball sized cottonball things going down the middle, in alternating colors of blue, and purple. She was even wearing shoes (specially fitted to her large rabbit feet) with curled upward toes...which, admittedly, made me think more of an elf than a Jester, but I digress.
I would be lying if I said it was love at first sight. As I looked down at her, I merely wondered if this was a joke. Then she squeaked a soft, "Heya...my name's Cottonpuff, but you can call me Cotty, or Puffie...or Poffie, or whatever else you like." as she looked up at me, her face and eyes all innocent and sweet.
My disposition toward her softened, then. "I'm Acura," I told her. Of course, she interrupted me to say she already knew. I wasn't really surprised...I was off-put, embarrassed...but not surprised.
"Okay," I said at length, while chairs scraped, and the bell signaling that after-school tutoring had begun sounded annoyingly, echoing through empty halls, and coming out into the library as a much more loud and annoying, shrill chirp. Maybe it was just my over-large lynx ears. Not that I was a lynx. I was K'nan: a puma, with the tail of a plains lion, and the ears of a lynx. My fur was blue, with the occasional patch of silver, such as atop my ears. My hair was black, about shoulder length, fixed in a small ponytail. My eyes were both light blue, unremarkable, and my attire was the casual blue pants and tight sleeveless shirt, which was divided in half diagonally: the top half was blue, and the bottom half, yellow.
I noticed Cottonpuff looking at me with concern, once the pain of the shrill bell faded, and I had opened my eyes. She asked if I was okay. I assured her I was, and we left in search of a table to study at. They all looked the same...but for whatever reason, she chose the one in the very back, on the upper landing. I didn't mind. I liked solitude, and silence...although, strangely, it was colder here. I guess it wasn't all that strange. It was a balmy kind of fall this year, and the school probably had some kind of power conservation that kept the least used areas from getting much heat, or something.
I brought my stack of fat text books, and too-few, in-poor-shape notebooks up to the table top. Cottonpuff gracefully hoisted her little pink backpack off the floor, and onto the table. I watched her unzip it, and then begin taking out very neat, very clean looking binders, texts, and folders. All her textbooks were covered with neon colored protector sleeves...needless to say, once her stack of schoolbooks was sitting next to mine, I felt wholly in adequate. I was careless with my texts and my notebooks. I didn't have a pen or a pencil on me, either.
For better or worse, Cottonpuff had an extra writing utensil. It was a simple, orange pencil, meticulously and perfectly sharpened. I was beginning to fear she was some kind of obsessive neat freak...until I noticed the teeth marks on the pencil, near the eraser...and saw her now actively nibbling on the pencil she held, which had a pink scrunchie grip. She fixed her gaze on me, and only stopped nibbling to say, "Okay...so I was thinking, since you're failing four classes, we are not gonna have enough time to...do anything that'll dramatically boost your scores. Yes? So, then I remembered you were part of the school's Racing Team. You must have a car, yes? When tutoring ends, you should come to my house for a study session."
She said it so casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and while my mind was stuck on /How in the world did she know how many classes I was failing, unless she had been checking up on me?/ She pulled my stack of books toward her, and started leafing through everything...without touching it. I couldn't believe it myself, but there it was: her eyes were glowing, one a neon blue, one a neon pink, and the books were lying out in a row, open before her, faintly glowing pink, turning a page at a time, all by themselves.
I was shocked...but I soon found my tongue again, and I asked her, "Are you psychic? Is this some kind of...telekinesis?"
She said she was not psychic, but it /was/ telekinesis. Magical telekinesis. She went on too inform me that all her kind, Bunari, were magical.
Looking back now, I have to wonder if maybe that was her way of warning me...because what happened when we got to her house was entirely...unnatural, for me. Unexpected? You bet.
The in school studying went fine. Cotty and I talked, got to know each other a little. She gave me some kind of candy which she said was her favorite. Cherry Drops. I think that's where it all went wrong, because the instant I had swallowed that sinfully-sweet candy, I noticed a change. She stopped talking about schoolwork, and school events, and started asking me things like, "Acura, do you have a girlfriend? I think you haven't had one for six months, is that right? Not since Dana died." and, "How big is your dick, Acura? Have you ever had sex? Do you know what a Bunari's sexual organs look like?"
In a fog, I answered as best I could. It was so hot...like I had a fever, but it just went on and on. Question after question, and I had noticed she smelled like a plump, ripe white cherry, with just a hint of cinnamon spice. She...was in Heat. How did I not notice before?
I felt a little better, when the bell rang, in spite of the pain it caused me. Cottonpuff rose before me. Magic quickly stuffed her books into her backpack, and mine with them. I guess I was to deduce I was going to her house, whether I wanted to or not. Moreover, I didn't see how all those books fit in that little pink pack. It was like a knapsack, really, with little black shoulder straps she fit her paws through. I could only assume some manner of magic was at work.
"Come, Currie," Cottonpuff said suddenly. Her voice was stern, where before it had been so light and innocent. It still sounded sweet, but she was clearing giving me an order. I wondered if she had some kind of magic spell on me, other than the one Heat puts us males into; I found myself obediently standing at her word. She hopped off the table, and in that brief instant, I saw she was wearing silver and blue polka-dot panties...tightly hugging a plump, jiggly heart butt.
That was when the heat I was feeling earlier became entirely sexual. I was thinking going home with her was a bad idea, but I also knew I would. How could I not? So, off we went...through the black and white, marble tile halls. Out to the parking lot, to my car. It was an old beat up, Skimmer model. One of the earliest Jetcars developed. It was shaped basically like an infinity symbol, with the cockpit and seats on the front half, and the rear half being the trunk.
I unlocked my car using the black remote on my keychain, which caused the clear crystal canopy of the cockpit to slide down, into the sides, and back, toward the trunk. It was a little too high, with nothing for Cottonpuff to hold onto but slick, blue metal, so I lifted her up and over the edge of the cockpit. She quickly made herself comfortable in the plush, white vinyl seats.
I moment later I had climbed in on the driver's side, started her up...panels on the car's underside diffused gravity, causing it to lift off, and it was then propelled forward by turbine thrusters in the back. It ran off water, like all other vehicles here on Opallia, and only emitted oxygen.
I heard Cottonpuff talking to me. Her words were garbled. I began to wonder if the candy had been drugged, or if it was merely her Heat that had me so intoxicated. Either way, I felt unsafe driving, and suggested we pull over.
"We're okay," said the bunny on my right side, cheerfully. "Just keep going, my house isn't far."
I turned to look at her, briefly. It seemed like she had a pink glow...then I focused on the road again. Not much traffic. Most people walked home from school, or took a bus, or transit Pipe. Those were fairly neat. Giant crystal tubes snaking all around the city, sucking a person wherever he or she might need to go...
Cottonpuff came in clearly again, for some time after that, as she directed me to her house. It was good twenty blocks or so from the school. Nice house, too. Three stories, painted a deep blue, flowers of varying colors, growing out of boxes on the window sills. All the windows were square, painted silver around the edges. I could see floral print, purple curtains.
A concrete drive led to the garage beside the house. I think Cotty told me to park there. She must have, because I did, and I found myself wondering why there wasn't a vehicle there already. Wondering why the door was up...open. Waiting for me. Waiting for me?
"I have been waiting for you for a long time," Cotty's voice whispered, sweet and sultry, in my ear, at precisely the same instant I thought the words. Before I could turn to ask her what she was talking about, she pushed another candy into my mouth with magic. Sweet, chewy red orbs, full of cherry flavored juice. I wondered if she made them herself.
At any rate, it tasted so good, I could do nothing but chew and swallow. I felt she watched me the entire time, but by the time the I was able to open my eyes against the pleasure eating the thing gave me, she was facing forward.
Thinking hazily, I opened the canopy, climbed out, and then went around to the passenger's side, and lifted the little bunny out. I was trying to be polite...I really was, but when I lifted her, I got a good view up her dress...and for whatever reason, she spread her legs in that same instant, so I could see the wet spot on her panties. I set her down as quickly and as politely as I could, despite the fact that...well, /other things/ crossed my mind at that moment.
"My parents are out," I heard Cotty say, while I licked my car, "and Gran is at work, so we have the whole place to ourselves. The furniture is Bunari, but the house itself was built for Bigs, like you, so I doubt you will have much trouble." it seemed to me here voice was dancing. This...tinkling crystal bell, a teasing, sultry sing song, every syllable injected with libidinous innuendo.
Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe I just wanted her. I couldn't be sure...but I found it increasingly difficult to make words...except to answer her questions. All I could do was follow her as she happily hop-skipped up the stone path that led to concrete steps, up to a large, grey wood porch, which wrapped around the house, I now saw. Around back, the second and ground floor were actually below ground, as if the house were stuck into the side of a big bowl, and the porch went all the way around as a balcony.
The door was metal. Aluminum. Painted white. I liked metal. Had a smith...watched Cotty's plump butt wiggle as she magicked the door open, and lopped on inside. A blast of cool air conditioning hit my face as I followed. I was glad for that, as I felt like I had a fever. It had been cold outside, too though..hadn't it? I couldn't remember. It was cold when I left for school that morning, I knew that.
I was normally pretty observant, but all I noticed about the house was that it was fairly opulent: real gold-and-diamond chandeliers, with bulbs made to look like golden candles. Even the bulbs were diamond. Real, too, not cheap imitation. The floor was covered with this plush purple carpet which smelled of sweet lilac. All the furniture was small. There were shelves of books all over the place, and stuffed clowns, glass clowns, and china dolls everywhere they shouldn't have been. Some of them had eerie faces, akin to children frozen in pain.
This room, the den, had several wooden doors to other rooms, and was connected to the kitchen by an open doorway. The kitchen was just this little nook, with a sink down low enough for a Bun, a counter for Bigs that had special chairs: big enough for Bigs or Buns, just a few inches off the ground, with a lever to raise them up to the counter.
"Ignore all that stuff," Cotty said sharply from somewhere to my right. I guess she had caught me looking around. "We're going to my room." her voice seemed to twist, and echo. Again with the innuendo. Still, she led, and I followed. Through the kitchen, down a dimly lit hall. Up a flight of licorice black stairs...then another.
We reached the third floor, and I realized there were only two doors off the landing, no more visible along the hall. One was surely a bathroom. Cotty had the entire third floor to herself. "have you ever been in love, Acura?" She asked me with that same, alluring, and yet distantly echoing voice. I couldn't see her, she was moving down the hall...toward the white door, on the left. Now she waited at the door, stood erect, and looked patiently at me.
"I...I'm too...too young..." I managed to reply. I think I saw her mouthing the words as I was saying them, and when I finished, she nodded.
"But you think you were," she said, "With Dana. Before she died." /Before she died./ . The words echoed. So nonchalantly spoken by the bunny. Six months of agony, for me...when she died.
Somehow, I found myself saying, "She...she was pregnant. It was mine. I wanted to love her." and again, it seemed like Cotty mouthed the words as I said them. Maybe she said them, in my voice. I snickered at the thought.
The bun nodded again. "But you didn't love her," she told me, firmly, and magicked open the door to her bedroom, "and it wasn't your baby. She was a slut, Acura."
It was like a slap in the face. I wondered if that was her intent. Was she trying to get under my skin? Why did I feel like crying?
"Come on," said Cotty at length, "once you're inside, it will all be clear." and my mind repeated those words, too. Inside. /Inside/. Inside the bedroom? Or inside /her/?
Nevertheless, I followed. She had a nice room, painted so darkly, with pictures of gruesome images, and shelves of voodoo dolls and Halloween decorations, and odd things floating in lighted jars. So very nice.
To my right was a seven foot glass Harlequin, with a number of mannequins showing of various jester and harlequin outfits beyond her. Beyond that, the room was filled with all manner of occult and evil black magic things, as well as a vast quantity of books, and girls' underwear. Different varieties, different colors, littering the floor, the bed, the computer desk, the chair. Some of them still had wet spots on the crotch.
"You understand," said Cotty, as her eyes glowed, and the door knob glowed, as her magic swung it shut and locked it, and I crumpled drunkenly and euphoric onto my knees. Her bedroom floor was wood. Cold. Dark. The only light in the room was a black light over the king size, heart shaped bed, which I think had been cut down the middle, to expose some stuffing.
What? I tried to ask but could only think, and the bun looked at me seductively once more.
"/What/?" she repeated the question I hadn't asked, "What do you understand, you mean?" this, as she slipped out of her dress. She was wearing a blue bra, but it didn't hide the nipples of her teats, on her belly. She did have the kind of breasts I was accustomed to where her bra was; they were little cherries, not yet developed. Her belly button allured me the most. That, and the way her hips wiggled ever so slowly...until she pulled her panties down, too, and I saw she looked anthro in the private area as well.
I saw a tight little cunny, dripping wet with arousal, flushed pink, and swollen lips. Her pearl of a clit was even roused from its hood, and swollen with heat. Standing erect, one paw behind her back, she slowly came toward me. Her eyes were locked on mine. I never felt fear. Never sensed danger. I nodded.
She pressed her body to mine, and she felt so warm. Like a silky little puff ball heater. My lips found her neck, without my actively deciding to do so, and she moaned as I kissed. I couldn't stop. Her arms went around my back, and mine around hers, down to her naked, plump bunny butt. I fondled, and squeezed, savoring the moans that told me she enjoyed it. Then she was squeaking, and cooing in my ear, breath hot against it. Then...my God...she licked the base of my ear, making it flutter...her tongue was like a little silken flame.
"You understand," she whispered, as my clothes were hastily magicked away. Then I could feel the cold metal of the knife she had been hiding behind her back, as it was now pressed flat against mine. "W-why you had to kill her?" I took a wild guess. She had killed Dana...and it didn't bother me in the least.
"Yesss," she moaned, both to answer my question, and because I was spreading her plump nethercheeks with my hands. She gently rocked back and forth, and then brought the paw holding the knife to my face. It was eight inches. Serrated. Probably tore through Dana's jugular like butter.
"I understand," I said. Plain and simple. It was true. I licked the flat part of the knife, feeling a strange sexual thrill, and then I was shoved over onto my back. She stabbed the knife into the floor, narrowly missing my left cheek. Then she positioned her heated silk cunny atop my massive feline cock. It was a magic in itself...her pussy juices dripping down my shaft were like fire. I couldn't imagine her taking it, given it was almost as big as she was...but somehow, she dropped down, impaling herself.
I felt a lot of things. In that instant, an eternity went by, during which, through a haze of pleasure, my mind connected some dots: Firstly. Cottonpuff had seen me during a fight match. Everyone who went to school always attended them. Just like the races, and the football games. So did siblings, and parents. She and I were just one grade apart. Secondly, she had seen me with Dana at a similar event. Had seen us kiss...possibly even seen us have sex under the bleachers. Then she saw Dana with some other male. By this point, Cotty had developed some kind of obsession with me. Probably over the unnatural size of my manhood...and so she decided to kill Dana, and leave me open.
She had read one too many dark fairy tales, perhaps, or maybe she had done it just because she was a witch...could bend anyone to her will, and literally get away with murder. I considered all of this, during that brief instant when she gasped in pain (pain which she enjoyed) as her hymen burst...I felt the hot blood trickling down my shaft, even as she began to ride me, panting and moaning lewdly.
"I had to do it, Acura~ H-had to! Ohhhh, fuck, yes, mmmhhh!~" She licked my face, I think I must have been crying, and she was licking my tears. I didn't feel sad. I only felt lust.
I grabbed her plump cheeks, squeezing and caressing them, and began to thrust up into her. In spite of my size, I only noticed a light bulge in her belly each time she bounced down and I thrust. I had to assume this, too, was a result of magic, because the little bunny was eager. She humped, and wiggled, kissed, and bit and scratched. All the while she moaned with pure, mesmerizing pleasure. "You feel so good," I manage to purr. I was purring hard, so hard I could see /her/ vibrate.
"Yes, yes!" She gasped, followed by a low moan, and a chirp, "Fuck me, fuck me hard! I love you so much!"
I eagerly, and happily obeyed. Her pussy...it was so hot inside. Hot, wet, and silky. Tight, unimaginably. Muscles gripping every inch of my bone, milking and massaging it while streaks of pleasure coursed through my every nerve: raw, hot. One of my fingers found its way to her puckered pink tailhole, and forced it's way inside. That made her scream in orgasm, "Acura! Ahh~ C-cumming!" then she bit down between my neck and shoulder blade, as hard as she could manage, drawing blood, which she licked up with that sweet little tongue.
In climax, her muscles were painfully tight around my member, but she kept milking it, and she squirted love honey that tasted and smelled of sweet white cherry. Soon, I had hold of her hips, and was pumping her up and down on my dick in a fevered frenzy. Eventually, I pumped her full of my seed, which she went nuts about. Screaming, panting, moaning.
When I finished cumming inside her, she hopped off me, breathless, and flushed a deep pink; she turned around, and got on all fours, chest down and butt up. "Take me!" she begged with a voice that was richly carnal. "Do whatever you want with me...please...show me your love." That is exactly what I did, for the entire night: I rode her, hard, and passionate... She did the same for me. It was the best night of my entire life, strange as that sounds. In her arms, I could feel only good things. I felt only pleasure and love...and I think, perhaps...all it cost me...was my immortal soul.
A fair trade....
for a night with Cottonpuff.
(THE END)