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The Elemental Portals

Book I – Terra

Chapter III – Homecoming

Jimmy was still standing in the full sun of a Terran summer afternoon but now the cum running down the inside of his thigh felt cold and clammy.

“What did you just say Junafir?"

The tigress who had suddenly become very heavy in his arms pulled her head back to fix her emerald green eyes on his sky-blue ones. “I said that it doesn't matter if I get pregnant now that you have vowed to be my life mate."

Jimmy flung his arms to the side and stepped back in shock. Since his erection had miraculously disappeared and she wasn't holding on with her legs anymore, Junafir was unceremoniously dumped into the cool, thigh deep water of the pond. She came up sputtering.

“What the hell? Jimmy! Why did you do that?"

“I … I'm sorry Junafir but I didn't … I mean I did, but … oh, Jesus, what have I gotten myself into?"

She stood up and began wringing the water out of her long brown hair. “You're not having second thoughts, are you, Jimmy? Not after what we did?"

“I don't think I had any first thoughts."

“Humph. Mother always said that males were finicky. But you can't just slink off into the night like my father did. Your family business are here in Dougs-ur-Mark. Hell, the village is named after them. Your Dad practically owns the place. Do you know what it means to be mated to a Douglas, the heir to the business no less?"

She was getting worked up and stepped in to waggle a finger tipped with a wicked looking claw under his nose. “Do you know how many young females have been vying to be the first to catch your eye? But you came to this pond, and you told me you wanted to be my mate and then you … you … took advantage of me!" She turned away and wailed.

“I need to talk to my father."

“You do that. I have to tell my mother and she'll want to have a quiet chat with him. She may not like your type but she will abide by the customs and refrain from chopping off your head … if you do the right thing, Jimmy Douglas."

“Chopping? Doesn't like …. Oh, my god, who is your Mother?"

“Ruth Pawstone, the butcher."

“I have to go."

Jimmy ran as best as he could in the thigh deep water and grabbed up his clothes and towel without pausing. He didn't as much as glance back to see if the naked tigress was on her way back to the village or not. When he was out of sight of the pond he stopped and towelled off quickly before putting his clothes back on. Then he slowly made his way back to the cottage, all the while wondering what he was going to say to his father.

When he arrived back at the cottage he discovered that his father was not there. Instead he was beset upon by the twins, who wanted to know everything about him and what it was like growing up on earth.

“Did you have your own room?"

“Do you have to go to school on Earth?"

“Is it true that there are machines that do all the chores?"

“Even the dishes?"

Jimmy tried to sound as if there was nothing on his mind as he answered them, wishing that his mother would send them away on some chore they didn't have a machine for so that he could delicately ask her about the Terran mating customs, and especially how strictly they were enforced.

He did not get a chance before supper was on the table and his father reappeared from some business at the warehouse. Jimmy wanted to pull his father aside first, but he was rushed to the table by his mother and sisters and forced to sit there while they ate and engaged in small talk. But his father, having sat through thousands of meals with his son, noticed that something was off with the boy.

“Something on your mind son?"

Jimmy paused, wondering what he should say, and before he decided his mother spoke, “He's probably just overwhelmed, Dear. Finding out about portals and new worlds and that his mother is … is alive."

“And a vixen."

“Yes, that too."

“And a rather sexy one, I might add." His father grinned; Jimmy's mood forgotten in the moment.

“Arthur! Not in front of the kits." Aurora replied, but she was smiling too.

The twins began reciting a poem about trees and kissing that Jimmy had heard on Earth when he was their age, but the jovial mood was broken by a shout that came from the direction of the village.

“Arthur Douglas! Show your face you sire of demons and liars."

“What the ….?"

“That sounds like Ruth Pawstone. Arthur, you haven't left any more books from Earth laying around, have you?"

“No, I …"

Jimmy interrupted. “I know why she's here."

His parents leaned in with raised eyebrows. The twins held their breath, thrilled at the drama having a brother was bringing into their quiet home.

“I may have accidentally mated with her daughter, Junafir."

Arthur swore. Aurora gasped. The twins barked “Ha!" in unison and one of them, Mikki he thought, added “You are dead meat, brother."

They all rose from the table, Aurora shooing the twins behind her for protection, just as the front door crashed open to reveal an enraged rabbit with the biggest, shiniest cleaver that Jimmy had ever seen.

“Where is the boy?" Ruth spat. “Behind you? Get out of the way Douglas, I have a bone to pick with him."

As she spoke she fingered the necklace made up of what Jimmy had first taken for Ivory. Now it resembled the short bones found in fingers, with what could have been knuckle bones in the spaces between them. But he wasn't sure, he had almost flunked the anatomy portion of Health class.

“Now, Ruth, give me a minute here. I only just found out that he and you daughter had … met."

“Met! Is that what they call it on Earth? That den of iniquity!" The rabbit was waving the cleaver wildly and dancing back and forth as his father tried to block her entry. “I know what goes on there, you can bet your life on that. I've seen those magazines that you bring in for your partner. You no more than say hello to a human and he's either jumping your bones or making a stew out of them."

She peered under his fathers' arm, squinting madly at Jimmy and poking the air with the cleaver. She had added a lot more of the blue powder to her cheeks, like it was some kind of war paint. “Stop hiding behind your father and come out to face the music, you furless little slimeball!"

Aurora had heard enough. She pushed the twins back and stepped around her husband to confront the rabbit.

“Ruth Pawstone. you stop waving that thing around my house before you hurt somebody!"

Reluctantly, but with great effect, Ruth flicked her wrist and sank the cleaver deep into the doorframe. Once unarmed Aurora let her step inside.

“Now what is all this about? All we know is that Jimmy may have said something to make Junafir think …"

“Said something? I suppose that's possible … if he speaks through his cock! I wouldn't know, never having lay with one of your furless wonders. What he did was to promise to make my poor little Junafir his mate and then he sealed the deal in the most intimate way."

His mother turned her back to Ruth and cocked one eyebrow towards Jimmy.

“I met her at the pond, while I was … bathing. She asked me if I wanted to … I thought she meant … I wasn't really listening because she …" He couldn't bring himself to describe the scene in front of his mother, Junafir's mother and the twins.

“Girls, stop giggling and get to your room."

“Awww, Moth-er!"

“Go!" Once they were out of sight she looked back to Jimmy. “Now that there are no children present … tell me exactly what happened."

Jimmy hung his head and related the story as well as he remembered it, leaving out the graphic details between the first kiss and the last.

“I didn't know she meant … I thought she was just offering to … you know."

Aurora turned back to Ruth. “Sounds like a young rabbit doe I used to know; impetuous, hasty, trying to get out of her limited little existence by hooking up with any male who could offer a better life, or just a more interesting place than her tiny village."

Ruth barred her buck teeth and reached back for the cleaver but stopped herself. “This is not about me, or the lass that teased a Douglas into mating with her before letting him touch the goods."

“Ruth!" Arthur Injected. “She hardly …"

“Shut up, mammal eater. Oh, does that shock you, Arthur? I know about you humans and your traps and guns and dogs and snares. I read all about it, and I've seen the advertisements in those magazines. Besides, I can smell it on your breath every time you come back through the portal. How do you think the local cows would feel about you eating hamburgers? Think the pigs would forgive you a few barbequed ribs?"

She turned slowly to face Jimmy. “And what about you, young Douglas? Ever have a nice roast rabbit?"

His guilty face gave him away.

“Ha! I knew it. Well all that will stop once you're part of my family."

“Ruth," his father said, “you can't mean to go through with this. The boy didn't know what he was doing."

“Not important. He broke my baby's heart and he must make thongs right."

“But I'm sure that once Junafir knows that about the, er, miscommunication …"

“Well there's no way of knowing that, is there?"

“What do you mean?"

“I mean that she ran off crying after she told me," she glared at Jimmy again, “with substantially more detail than he was willing to reveal. I demand justice!" The rabbit reached for her cleaver again.

Aurora stepped forward and forced the smaller female away form the door. She began speaking to her urgently in a language Jimmy was not familiar with; Terran, he supposed. Meanwhile his father hustled him outside.

“Look, you best disappear where Ruth can't get to you for a few days." His father pulled at the ring on his right hand. “Here, take the artifact in case the spell doesn't work. Take the car and wait in Kingston for at least a week if you don't hear from me first. Time passes slower here so that will give your mother a few days to calm Ruth down and talk some sense into Junafir … I hope. Otherwise …"

“Otherwise?"

“Otherwise you'll have to decide between staying on Earth and forgetting about Terra or accepting Junafir as your mate."

“I just met her!"

“What can I say, Jimmy? We tried to warn you. Now, best get going before Ruth gets her hands on that cleaver again."

Jimmy headed up the hill towards the compound with the portal while his father returned to the cottage. He could hear the rabbit yelling about how he was a stupid boy. He also noted that his parents were not contradicting her. He had to admit that he felt like an idiot at the moment and wondered if his adventure was coming to an abrupt end less than a day after it had begun.

When he arrived at the top of the hill he saw that the gate to the compound was open, as were the barn's double doors. Waiting outside was a flatbed cart with wooden shafts much like the horse carts at the heritage farm near Kingston. The Blacksmith was leaning against it.

“Oh, hey Jimmy. You father told me to come by after supper and said he would leave the gate open for me. He left the barn open too but I don't see my steel or charcoal anywhere inside, so I decided to wait for him a while before going to the cottage."

“My dad is kind of occupied at the moment, but I recall him saying that your order would be dropped off on the other side today and that we would have to carry it through the portal ourselves." He fingered the ring in his pocket, remembering that anyone could cross the portal if they were with someone that had an artifact like this one. “I think that I can help you get your stuff."

Together they entered the barn. From this side the portal looked much the same as it had on earth, except that it lacked the bag with the spell and the gun and who knew what else inside. Jimmy clutched the ring in one hand and stuck a tentative arm in. He was relived when it went through without resistance. He motioned for Gael to step in close to him and grasped the horse's hand for good measure as he prepared to step through.

Just as he had one foot in the air to step over the edge of the portal something struck him and Gael from behind, sending them both tumbling through the gateway.

With the big horse on top of him Jimmy was unable to roll and recover in a fighting stance as he had been taught. The same could be said for Gael, who was tangled in Jimmy's legs and was struggling to turn and take on their attacker.

“Sorry. Sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

“Junafir?" Jimmy risked putting his back out to twist around and look to where the voice was coming from.

“Yes. Sorry"

“What are you doing here?"

“I ran away from home."

“To the portal?"

“Where else could I go? Everyone within a few days travel knows me, or of me, and it would be their duty to tell my mother if they saw me."

“I thought that you were an adult?"

Junafir bit her lip. Gael, who had untangled himself and was brushing the dirt off his hide answered for her. “Until one is mated they still owe fidelity to their parents, and even afterwards if they remain in the vicinity. The folk around here know her situation and would help her mother track her down."

Jimmy looked at the horse skeptically. “Do you still answer to your parents?"

“No. My mother is dead and my father, who was older when they had me, was pensioned off by the King of our part of Terra. He had worked me hard at his forge in hopes that I would take it over and provide for him in his old age but when the new King implemented his late-life support pensions for master crafters father allowed me to leave and seek my own fortune. I eventually settled here, partially because the old Smith was retiring and partially because I could not make a living as a hired sword as I wished."

“Bummer."

“Pardon?"

“That's too bad, about not being able to follow your, uh, preferred career choice, but," he turned back to Junafir, “you have to go back. Earth is no place for a Terran."

The tigress pressed up against him. “Oh, Jimmy, can't I stay for a little while, with you?" She emphasized her plea with a hand on his groin.

For the first time since being tackled he realized that she was still naked. Gael, whose attention it had not slipped, crossed his arms and forced air out through his lips in a derisive snort. Jimmy knew he had to think with his big head for a change, so he brushed her hand away and stepped back.

“No. You have to go back. Stay close ... not that close … and I'll take us back through. Wait a sec' … dammit, where did that ring go?" Jimmy began looking around frantically for the ring that had been in his hand when he was tackled. It was nowhere to be seen. “Did anyone step on it?" Junafir checked between her toes and Gael examined his hooves.

“Jesus, if I lose that Dad will kill me."

“Wait." Junafir called. “I think I see it!"

She was peering between a couple of old rough-cut planks from the original cabin. Jimmy got on his hands and knees and joined her. There was something dark and smooth down there, but it was hard to see in the dim light.

He tried to dig it out with a finger but the gap was too narrow. Junafir tried with one of her claws but could not get any traction on the smooth surface. Gael held up his thick, blunt digits and shrugged.

“We need a magnet." Jimmy announced.

“What's that?" The others two said in unison.

“A sort of stone that attracts iron."

“Ah!" Gael said. “Magic. I've always wanted to learn some of that."

“No, well, yes, I guess, sort of magic. Anyway, let's go into the warehouse and see what there is."

They searched the warehouse on the Earth side but the only tools they found were large, blunt instruments better suited to breaking up crates than finessing small objects out of tight spaces. There was also no sign of Gael's Tamahagane steel or the cherrywood charcoal. Jimmy did find a message on his father's phone, which he had left by the portal, from the foreman. It said that the truck with the special order had broken down and been towed back to Kingston. The delivery would have to wait until after the long weekend.

Jimmy checked the date on the phone. It was the morning of the day after he and father crossed to the other side, a Thursday. By his calculation every time his father had gone away for a week on Earth he would have spent about three and a half days on Terra.

Jimmy stood in silence thinking. He might be able to go back through if the spell was working, but Gael and Junafir could not. If neither of them had ever heard of magnets they were unlikely to find one on the Terran side. So, he could go back and fetch his father, revealing that he had lost the ring, or figure a way out of this himself.

He weighed the option of further embarrassing himself in front of his newfound family versus the chance of things going wrong if he kept it to himself.

He was supposed to stay out of sight for a week, and Gael and Junafir were stuck here until someone went to town to fetch a magnet anyway. Gael had come for something that would not be available for another five days. Junafir wanted to stay away from her mother too, at least for a little while.

Jimmy made up his mind. “Junafir and I need to lay low for a few days until things chill a bit, and I can't get you back through right away anyway, Gael. I propose that we go to my house and wait there until your steel is ready and Junafir's mom calms down."

The tigress bounced so hard on her paws that Jimmy was afraid that her breasts would knock her out. “Oh, yes! Earth! I've heard so much about it!"

“Gael?"

The horse hung his head for a moment then looked up. “I have a lot going on at the forge … but nothing that can't wait, I guess … and I've always wanted to travel. I'm in."

“Good. Let me get the keys to the car."

“What's a car?"

Jimmy was grateful that his father had chosen a roomy four-by-four with tinted windows, but he made Gael and Junafir sit in the back because the tinting was heaviest there. He also took the back roads to return to Kingston. He was hoping to have a heart-to-heart talk with Junafir about the mating situation during the trip but instead found himself answering a steam of questions about Earth technology and habits, beginning with the faux leather seats and power windows and ranging from the makeup of asphalt, what power lines were for and why some crossroads had coloured lights and others didn't.

“Why is that car so big?"

“Because it's a truck."

“But you said the one with the cargo space at the back was a truck."

“That was a pick-up truck. This is a transport truck."

“What about that one! It's huge!"

“That's an eighteen-wheeler."

“I only count fourteen wheels."

Jimmy sighed, and stayed silent until they reached the city, where he asked them to please be quiet until he parked the car in the garage and closed the automatic garage door behind them.

* * * * * * * *

Rory's meeting with the prince went well.

“I suspected that the Royal family had a portal under their control, and I was right. No culture that that believes in Genies and flying carpets could have existed without a portal to show them those things." He told Ross. “In fact, they have two. They both go to different places on Panchaia, land of Genies, flying horses and the magical Phoenix. One of the portals, however, is worthless for trading because it opens up in the middle of a dessert continent with no resources, just giant snakes and the huge birds that hunt them, the Roc. Interestingly enough though, it takes one back in time about seven Terran days. I was able to negotiate access to both of their portals in exchange for access to one of mine in Malaysia and another on Macau."

“A cunning trade, Sir."

“You can be sarcastic, Ross, but if I'm right …. let me have the maps."

Ross handed the fox a roll of maps. Some were very old and some were newer copies of older maps. But they all had a similar theme in that they showed the locations of portals and the worlds that they connected to.

“Yes! I knew it. The dessert portal is only a short hike away from another portal that connects to one on Hyperborea that is close to one that opens up near the city of Norumbega on Terra. That's only six days journey from Dougs-ur-Mark. These, uh 'contractors' you were mentioning, they were from Norumbega, weren't they?"

“Yes sir."

“With a week's jump on Arthur I can have them in Dougs-ur-Mark sooner than he or his son can expect me to react, even if they know that I'm keeping tabs on them. I know the city well, so I'll go myself. Where can I find them?"

“Sir, are you seriously considering crossing a dessert inhabited by giant snakes and killer birds followed by a trek across an ice-covered planet ruled by carnivorous talking polar bears?"

“I'll bring pepper spray."

“Oh, well, no worries then."

“Seriously though, guns work on Hyperborea, so I'll take the sixty calibre magnum in case I run into any unreasonable bears, and the Prince gave me an amulet to ward off the snakes and Rocs as pert of the trade. I had to give up a vial of Dragon's Bane in return, but we have plenty more at our Australian warehouse. After I finish with the 'contractors' I'll take a coach to our Terran portal outside Darwin. The travel will take a week but with the time jump and the local time difference I should come out, let's see … tomorrow afternoon. You fly ahead to Australia and meet me there."

“Very good, sir."

* * * * * * * *

It was early afternoon when they arrived at Jimmy's home and they were all hungry. But first Jimmy went around the house and drew all the curtains that faced the road or other houses. Then he found some clothes for his guests. Gael was already wearing trousers and Jimmy added an oversized hoodie with a sports logo on it to his wardrobe. For the naked Junafir he found a pair of his father's shorts that were wide enough for her hips and told her to put them on backwards so he could button the fly over her tail. To that he added one of old T-shirts. It was a little short and tight across the bosom but after seeing herself in the mirror Junafir refused to change it for a larger one.

The next decision was what to eat. There was a lot of meat in the freezer but it would take time to thaw, besides, Gael was probably a vegetarian and Junafir might get offended if he offered her steak; some of her friends might be cows.

He and his father had emptied the fridge before leaving the house so that meant packaged goods. With no milk for cereal that left canned beans or pasta. Not being able to think of any animals with dietary restrictions that involved noodles or tomato sauce he selected a bottled sauce with no meat and grabbed a bag of rotini that was already open. Dry grated parmesan cheese from the pantry would top it off nicely.

Jimmy cooked while the two Terrans examined the kitchen appliances and other gadgets.

“You Earthlings really do have machines that do everything for you, don't you?" Gael said after Jimmy explained the electric can opener, the rechargeable cork remover and the hand mixer.

Junafir was more impressed by the larger appliances, the oven, refrigerator and especially the dishwasher. “I'd have whole evenings free if I had these at home." She marvelled.

After they ate Jimmy showed them the spare rooms where they would sleep and how the home's other amenities worked.

“That's right, just close the lid and push down on the handle when you are done, but not if someone is in the shower in the other bathroom. And, uh, turn the fan on with this switch if you need to, uh, clear the air after."

“Red means hot, blue means cold. Start with the handle halfway between them and test it with your hand until you get a temperature you like before stepping in. Towels are on the shelf."

“You probably won't need to set the alarm, but you can fall asleep to music if you press this button with the little letters 'zzz' on it. Ten minutes worth for each time you press it up to an hour."

Gael was most impressed by the portable music devices. He sighed as he removed the Bluetooth headphones Jimmy had given him. “I wish these would work on Terra. Time at the forge would fly by if I could work to music."

Junafir, on the other hand, preferred the Television with it's hundred channels and streaming options. Jimmy had a job convincing her that not all the action on the screen was not live, or even real, especially when she stumbled upon a show that followed a celebrity family around with cameras in supposedly unscripted interaction.

“The women are all so beautiful, even without fur or tails." She commented. “Especially the sister with the big butt and puffy lips."

Jimmy attempted to explain cosmetic surgery with samples on the screen of his tablet but gave up when she saw before and after pictures of Michael Jackson and assumed that his younger self was the surgically corrected version of the singer.

Supper consisted of vegetarian pizza and chicken wings for him and Junafir that he paid for over the phone and had dropped off on the front porch. It was still light out when they were done but Gael was already yawning.

“I was at the forge since dawn on Terra." The horse explained as he shuffled off to his bedroom. “It must be past midnight there now."

The reminder made Jimmy feel tired, but he did not want to go to his room just yet. It was the first chance that he had to be alone with Junafir and he wanted to clear the air before they retired for the night.

He was sitting at one end of the couch. She was stretched out over the remainder of it with her paws on his lap. He turned halfway toward her, guarding his space, before he spoke.

“Junafir, we need to talk."

She heaved a sigh, drew her knees up to her chest and turned so she was sideways to him. “Yeah, I know."

“It's about this mating thing. You see …"

“I get it Jimmy. You don't want to be my mate for life. You just want to fuck. My mother said as much when I told her what happened."

“Junafir, no! It's not like that … not entirely. I like you and all, but we just met. I'm not ready to settle down with anyone yet. I don't even know why you wanted to marry … to be my mate, I mean."

She peeked over her arm at him. “Truth be told, I did it on an impulse. I do a lot of things on impulse. But when I saw you standing there, stoking your huge … when I saw you naked I thought how fine you looked. That plus the fact that landing a Douglas is a ticket to a sunny future. One where I wouldn't have to live with my mother."

“I never thought of myself as a catch before. I guess I should be flattered."

“I'm sorry, Jimmy. I guess I did sort of force you into agreeing."

Gradually they were relaxing and turning to face each other, their arms dropping to their sides or resting on the back of the couch, almost touching.

“Tell me," he asked, “what are those bones your mother wears as a necklace, and what's up with the blue make-up?"

“The blue powder is something the rabbits did when they were protecting the hutch, back before the species integrated. They could be pretty fierce fighters when threatened, apparently, and Mother has always fancied herself a warrior of sorts. The bones are just turkey leg and neck bones from the shop, but she tells people that they are the foot bones of those that have crossed her, like my father.' She paused to sigh. “She can be a bit intense. After living with her for eighteen years I kinda understand why he left."

Jimmy told her about some of his father's embarrassing habits, and how he made Jimmy learn sword fighting, archery and other medieval weapons skills.

“That will all be pretty useful, actually." She informed him. Since none of your technology works on Terra you'll need to know that stuff to defend yourself."

“It seemed fairly safe there to me."

“Dougs-ur-Mark is safe, mostly, but once you're outside of it you could be set upon by thieves or enemies. Especially if you need to go to the Regional Capital, Norumbega. It's a wild place and even your father never goes there alone."

“Enemies? Why would we have enemies?"

“I'm not up on all of the Douglas family history, not like your mother is, but there have been divisions in your family tree … and a little aggressive pruning, or so I've heard. Portals are about the most valuable thing on the worlds, and there are those that would kill to control one. Cousins and brothers have been tempted, as have sons. You father must really trust you to have given you an artifact and let you go without him to this side."

“He can come back anytime. His name is on the spell."

She shifted closer to him and almost whispered. “Spells can be broken, and portals can be destroyed."

He was about to ask her how something that was created by an elemental force could be destroyed but was distracted when she put her hand on his thigh.

“Jimmy, even though we can't be mates, can we still be friends?"

He glanced down. Her hand had slid up to the top of his thigh and inside, very close to where he was experiencing a familiar stirring sensation. “Uh, su- … sure."

“Good friends?"

“H- … how good?"

She was grinning in a way that showed her fangs and the needle-sharp teeth between them. “As good as the first time we met … without the mating for life thing."

“Are you sure that you want to do that, Junafir? Isn't there any other, uhm, male … in Dougs-ur-Mark that you like?"

“None like you. We have a shortage of eligible males in the village at the moment. Well, there's Gael, but he's too serious and wrapped up in his work for my tastes. I like to have a little fun, take a few risks, and you seem to be the same way."

“Me? Fun?" That was a new one on him, although Annie always told him she had fun when they were together.

“Well, you did risk bringing us here to your home instead of making us sleep in the cold warehouse by the portal while you went to fetch a magnet-thingy." She was leaning in closer as she talked, and now their lips were just a hair's breadth apart. “That's taking a risk."

“Yeah, I guess you're right."

He tilted his head and closed the gap between them.

Her kisses were as hot and exciting as he remembered. It was not long before their tongues were engaged and their hands were wandering over each other.

Hers went straight for his groin, where his growing erection was trapped inside his shorts and underwear. She rubbed and squeezed his cock through the two layers of material and it still felt great to him. He slid one hand up under her T-shirt to caress her breast while he reached around with the other to undo the button holding the fly of the shorts closed above her tail. As soon as they were loose he reached down inside and squeezed one of her firm, full buttocks.

They advanced at a frantic pace. He had leaned over her to reach her ass and she had slumped back on the couch as he did so he ended up on top of her. He drew himself up to his knees and that gave her room to start tugging and pulling at his shorts. He guided her hand to the button that was keeping them from going over his hips and she undid it, pulling the zipper open instinctively before tugging his trousers down to his knees. His underwear soon followed and his cock, released from its confinement, sprung up to sway lazily in the air between them.

She reached out and stroked it from underneath and Jimmy marvelled at how smooth the fur on her fingers were compared to the rough black pads on their tips. The pads felt different but still felt good when she brushed them ever so lightly along the sensitive skin un the underside of his cock. He took the opportunity to reach down and pull her shorts down and she raised her legs one at a time so he could remove them completely. They were such lovely legs that he was forced to caress and kiss them each in turn. The four toes on her hind paws spread and stretched with pleasure when he did.

Kneeling between her legs he looked down on her. Groping her earlier had pushed the tight T-shirt up over her breasts, revealing them. They sat nicely on her broad chest, only slightly flattened by gravity. Her nipples were sticking up hard and eager from the thin white fur of her chest. Her legs were spread and slightly bent, exposing her mound, which was already opening to reveal the soft petals of her pink inner lips.

The fur around her sex was already damp from her anticipation. All he had to do was inch forward a bit and tilt the head of his cock down and …

“Dammit!"

“What's wrong, Jimmy?"

“I don't have any protection."

“Do you think we'll be attacked here in your house?"

“No. I'm talking about condoms. Protection against getting you pregnant. Unless … you don't think you're already pregnant, do you?"

She shook her head and grinned, but continued to stoke his rock-hard cock. “No, I think dumping me in the pond took care of most of the little rascals. But I see your point. I've heard that Douglas Trading does a good business importing them to Terra for the likes of Selena, whose business would suffer if she had to take time off for babies. Are you sure that your father doesn't have any here?"

“No, I've looked." Jimmy said absently as he brushed her hand away so he could think. “There might be a place to get some open downtown, but I've been up so long … no not that kind of 'up' … I've been awake so long I'm afraid I might doze off behind the wheel once the mood wears off."

Then he remembered some of the art he had favoured on his furry sites; some artists there had a bit of an oral fixation.

“Tell you what," he said, sliding off the couch and turning her around to face him, “I'll go get some tomorrow but tonight let's try something different. Just, uh keep in mind that it's my first time doing this."

Before she could ask what, he spread her legs and knelt between them. Then he pulled her toward him until she was on the edge of the cushion with her sex just a few centimeters from his face. He leaned in, not quite sure if he knew what he was doing, and gave her pink slit a tentative lick.

“Ohhh, Jimmy. Your tongue is so warm, and wet. Do it again."

He did, and he added a couple of licks on each side of her mound for good measure. She seemed to like that, but not as much as when he went straight up the middle. After a few more licks he noticed that her clit was starting to show from inside the folds of flesh that surrounded it. He gave it a flick with the tip of his tongue. She trembled in response. Encouraged, he traced around it and flailed at it from side to side and up and down, trying to find out what worked best. She seemed to like all of it, so he combined long laps that sank his tongue deep inside her with rimming her clit.

Her hips began to rock against him and she had one hand on the back of his head, urging him to go harder. He pressed his cheeks against her pelvis and moved his tongue as fast as he could. When it got tired he tried sucking on those luscious lips and then sealed his mouth around her clit and drew it in so he could flick at it with just the tip.

She was writhing on the edge of the couch, groaning and gasping with each new maneuver. She was also trying to bend down to grab his cock but it was just out of reach. Sensing that if he continued she would cum Jimmy decided to let her cool off a bit and have what she wanted. He stood up in front of her, keeping a finger moving on her clit so she didn't cool off too much.

His cock was parallel to the ground, having lost some pressure while he was engaged at her pussy. He had not meant to have it hanging there at lip level in front of her face but she took it as a hint and without hesitation returned the favour by opening her mouth and wrapping it around the knob at its tip.

She moaned and closed her eyes as she turned and twisted her head one way and another, lubricating them both with her tongue as she worked her head farther down his shaft. He groaned and let his head loll, relishing the sensation of her warm mouth and slippery tongue on him.

Once she had swallowed about half of it, she started to bob her head back and forth while dragging her tongue along his length. He soon discovered that the upper side of that feline tongue was smooth going down, but rough when it was coming back up, like a rasp that only takes off wood in one direction. It made him gasp and reach out to grab her head, but he didn't stop her. The feeling of a hundred little points felt strangely good, and the soothing sensation of the return made him sigh with pleasure.

She was steadying his cock with one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft but the other was between his legs, rubbing his tense thighs and caressing his balls. He could feel them swelling, getting ready to blast cum through his shaft, but he didn't want to finish so soon, or alone. He put his hand under her chin and softly guided her off his cock.

“Lie down." He told her in a voice much huskier than he had ever produced before. She smiled in agreement but before she complied she put first one, then both of his testicles in her mouth; a mouth full of dangerous teeth. He did not feel any pain at all though as she rolled his balls against each other with her tongue.

She spat them out and lay down as ordered. Jimmy Swung his leg over her and came down on his hands and knees with his head between her legs. His cock was pointing at her boobs, and he longed to rub it between them, but she had other ideas. She pulled it back between his thighs and slipped it into her mouth again.

Wasting no time, jimmy lowered his head to her sex and began to lap at it. It was an awkward position and he could not see where his tongue was going, so he wrapped an arm around each of her thighs and pulled her twat open, feeling with his tongue for the hidden clit at its apex. Once he found it, he pressed down hard on it, lapping and licking and flicking as his nose rubbed along the inside of her twat.

At the other end of the couch her head was bouncing franticly up and down between the cushion and his pelvis. She was taking it all in now. He could feel her throat tighten around the knob with each plunge and his balls were slapping her forehead. After only a minute of that he found his hips rocking in counter time, driving his cock deeper down her throat with each thrust as she snorted air in through her broad nose, when his balls weren't blocking her nostrils, that was.

She was rolling her hips against him too, grinding her extended clit against his chin when he was plunging his tongue down her twat and pressing it up into his mouth when he sucked in it.

Her hands on his ass were clenched, and her claws were starting to dig into his flesh, but he was almost done, as was she, he believed. With a final dip he waggled his whole head against her as he pressed down hard and ground that button of sensitive flesh against the bones of her pelvis. At the same time, he reared up and tried to pull his cock out of her mouth, afraid that he might choke her when he came. But she dug her claws in and forced him to sink it in deeper than he had dared before.

She came in a jet of hot fluid that filled his mouth with fluid that had a slightly metallic taste. He came in a series of spurts that had to force themselves past the tight ring of her lips on the base of his cock. It felt like a gun going off inside him and he was sure that the blast would rip her throat out, but she gurgled and gasped around his shaft as she tried to drink it all down. But he could feel a fair portion leaking out from around her lips when she gasped for air. She continued to suck at it as it went soft, to get the last few drops as they oozed out.

He continued to flail at her clit with his tongue as it tried to retreat back into the fold where it came from and rewarded with a series of small orgasms that made her hips twitch and her pussy contract around his nose. He kept it up until she squealed in protest and squeezed her thighs together to keep him from pursuing it any farther.

With a flip and a twist that would have made his Gym teacher proud, Jimmy turned around to lie head to head beside Junafir on the leather couch. They kissed, long and tenderly As he let his hands wander over her overheated body.

When their lips parted he began to speak in a soft, serious voice, “Junafir … I …"

She put a finger to his lips before he could complete his sentence. “No, Jimmy. Don't say you love me. Just promise to hold me all night, tonight."

“Okay, but what I was going to say is that I believe my ass is bleeding from several punctures. So, can we cuddle after you help me put Band-Aids on them?"

“What's a Band-Aid?"

Paul Collieman © Collifan

Gael Tholkes © MarcusXLight

Junafir Pawstone © Frostlupus

Ruth Pawstone © Bunners