Absol on the Couch
A poor, innocent absol's master forgets to take her out in favor of a nap.
So she takes him.
Summer grumbled to herself as she paced around the back sliding-glass door, making her steps thump down heavily, her claws scratching the carpet floor and snagging up a couple of threads. She stopped after a moment- The absol didn’t want to cause damage- But she was frustrated and growing more so by the second.
She’d been waiting all day for her master to come home, greeted him right at the door and barked and danced her delight for him like she always did, and while he had given her many scritches and a few tasty treats, he’d forgotten to let her out! And she really needed to pee… But instead of taking the time to walk to the back door, undo the bar-latch only his human hands could manage, and open the door for her, he’d pet her, taken off his pants, and then just collapsed right onto the couch! It was infuriating, especially when he’d shooed her away when she tried to nose at him or drag him up by the cuff or collar of her jacket. Her whines were met with reassurances of ‘Just a moment’, but the moment passed and he’d started snoring. He’d fallen asleep almost promptly!
Summer tried not to be angry at him, but she was a good girl who would never go inside the house, never dream of it, never even consider it a possibility in her little world- Not since she was a pup at least- But she couldn’t hold it for much longer. She ached to go, and it didn’t help any that there was this wonderful, awful itch in her crotch! Her normal methods for delay were rendered moot by it, cuz every time she took a step she could feel the thick engorged flesh of her vulva rubbing in against itself or against her fur. Lowering her tail didn’t work because that just stimulated her, the smooth, velvety edge of that blunt blade just rubbing into her cunt unless she held it well and aloft, and that stimulation hastened the need to go!
The absol tried to remember how hard her master worked. Every day he came home sweaty and tired, but he always found time for her. She tried to focus on how it was unreasonable to expect perfection, that it was fine the couple of times he’d forgotten to give her food in his hurry to leave or come home. He always made sure she had love and food and attention, even had noticed there were a few times when she ate and he did not, but it was easier to go without food- And besides, she knew how to open up the plastic bin that held those dry, tasty pellets. There was just so much irritation in her flank, the poor girl couldn’t think rationally- It was just frustration compounding frustration, and it was easy to blame her Master, however much she loved him.
Stalking from the back room to the living room required smacking her thick claws against the tiled kitchen floor, but she did so with a clatter! Chest puffed out so the thickly tufted mane bristled in all directions, and her tail was held aloft! The couch was placed beneath a window, curtains closed to block out the noonday sun. Three cushion, thick and firm and loaded with two pillows on either armrest supported her master, and probably the most important thing in her entire world. His pants lay discarded near the front door, to the right of the couch, while the sleeve of his half-removed jacket was flung over his head, blocking out his features save for a mess of sandy, curling hair that just brushed above the ears. Both feet and his chest- Clad in a red T-shirt with black cuffs, some sort of uniform for his job- Turned up to the ceiling. He had thick arms and thicker legs, covered in a fine blond hair that made his tanned white skin seem even darker, though it wasn’t nearly as coarse as he it looked. He was covered in sweat, the scent of it a little harsh to her nose, but it was familiar enough not to bother her any. On any other day, she might have even enjoyed washing it from his face! She’d happily do the rest of his body too, but the texture of his hair felt weird on her tongue. Not like fur at all.
No, instead she hopped up onto the couch, her presence barely even making him twitch. She pawed at his chest, and his face, and he barely moved. He was always a heavy sleeper, and short of drawing blood she wasn’t sure that even jabbing him with her claws would wake him up. Any other day, and she’d have felt proud with herself for making him feel so comfortable and safe at home- He’d praised her often for that exact thing multiple times- But today was not that day. With all her thoughts swarming through her head, she stubbornly set her jaw, and carefully repospitions her paws. Turning her body around until her tail was hovering above his face, the glistening sex that was bursting from her fur hovering above his face. Briefly, she thought about sitting on it, jacket in the way or not, but she elected to plant it over his chest instead. Her fores shifted onto his upper thighs, careful not to let the tips touch bare skin and risk scratching him, instead sinking alongside the elastic band of his underwear. Her hinds tucking in against either side of his ribcage, straddling him over, the thick lips of her spade squishing into the fabric of his shirt. It felt coarse and unpleasant against the sensitive grains, the cloth dry enough that she became aware suddenly of just how wet she was. Pausing for a moment, she just shook her head- It wouldn’t matter much in a moment anyways.
With her flank settling in, fur caressing against his nipples, tail angling just past his cheek while the edges of her puckered rim pulsed almost directly against his chin, Summer took a deep breath and then forced herself to relax. Her flank was trembling, her anger dimming quite a bi as those few seconds passed, but by the time she started to have second thoughts about what she was doing, it all came bursting out. The Absol inhaled sharply as her urine flooded over her master’s chest, a dark stain rapidly forming over the bright red, turning it crimson, it’s path first blooming to his chin- Where a few stray trickles of a clear yellow liquid arched down the sides of his neck- While a great deal more flowed into her left thigh, towards the edge of the couch. She shivered, feeling it soaking into her own fur, passing down the length of her belly before flowing out over his own. The way his shirt flared along his stomach making it sluice down his side, a light pittering sounding where it rolled off chiseled abs and splashed into a growing puddle on the couch’s cushion. Summer exhaled sharply as relief swept through her, muzzle pointing to the air, her tongue lolling lightly as she ground herself into her master’s chest without even really thinking about what she was doing- The wet heat that had taken over the cloth feeling good as it rubbed back against her, but it was just making the itch flare!
Her master groaned and fidgeted beneath her, tossing his head and weakly lifting up an arm, and she froze mid-stream! Her flank lifting, going from flowing directly into his shirt to spraying on it, the sheer thickness of her lips ensuring there was just a small clear line that arced from the black folds and onto her master’s chest, a wrinkle that had formed at the impact zone making the liquid froth lightly, though all the bubbles soaked rapidly into his fur. Guilt swept through her in an instant when she realized he hadn’t woken up yet- She remembered a time where she’d spilled a small glass of water that just splashed him, not even a fraction of the liquid that she was spilling over him now, and he’d woken with a shout! Though that had been icey, and she could feel the heat of her piss as it saturated the skin.
She grumbled, her head dipping down shamefully- And that’s when she noticed his erection. It could have always been there, tenting up his underwear and making that blunted, fleshy head bend harshly downwards, the elasticity of the undergarment not enough to forgive the sheer density and length of his arousal. She sniffed, focusing herself anew, taking in his scent that she knew for a mating desire, that she was familiar with from passing, and all the times they’d showered together to get her fur nice and soft and clean. She’d even licked it a couple of times, when he’d let his guard down while touching himself. A few swipes of the tongue to lap up the potent liquid that came spilling out of it, though he’d always shouted and became mortified and shooed her away, a confusing process that she’d understood even less after seeing other absols with their masters lick it or put it in various places beneath their tails on his little light box, and he always smelled so excited and shot that liquid so fast when he watched such videos. She wasn’t sure if she liked the taste of that liquid, but it was interesting, and she always made sure to clean it up after him- After he’d left the room to go clean up. What she was sure of, in that very moment, is that she wanted to try the things she’d seen in those videos.
Glancing back, his eyes were still shut, his chest and really everything about his torso a wet mess. It wasn’t her proudest moment, but that wasn’t what she was focusing on right now- His breathing was deep and even, his scent a little lighter than she’d have liked if he were deep asleep, but that was her own fault. She just had to be gentle. Careful.
Summer’s paws scooted alongside her master’s underwear, lifting off the hem so her teeth could wrap around, trying to pluck him up and pull it off his penis! The thin white fabric tore almost immediately, already drawn taut, and threadbare from being worn almost two whole years longer than their lifespan should truly allow. She blinked, trying to grasp more of the cloth, but every time her teeth punctured through more tears were being made, until she just yanked her head back and shredded the band, his penis slipping through the opening nad making her jolt as it smacked her on the nose. She narrowed her eyes at the hard length, then relaxed, the small grains of her nostrils rubbing into the side, her paws coming together to cup at his balls! The thick pads kneaded into his skin, stroking it while her claws curled down together between his legs. The scent was invigorating. It lacked the heated air that some of the male stud’s she’d met possessed- Her master was not compatible in terms of giving her an egg- BBut she could sense the virility of him. Taste it even before her tongue spilled out and touched just above the hairs that sprouted above his crotch. Her tongue was smooth and fat, touching down along the central vein and curving around the side. She could feel the blood vessels swimming through, the way it flexed and hardened under her wet stimulation making her shiver. It was warm, it was hard and it was taut, yet it had give to it as well. Her tongue passed over rapidly, dragging down into the hairs and lifting back up, following the gentle curve
The flavor was intense. Salty-sour sweat mixing with something familiar, something new, something delightful in her addled state. It was like the liquid that shot out from before, but more mellow. Not dirtier, but less pure. Her saliva lathered him over as she licked again and again, the girl not quite realizing how she was rocking along her master’s body, how her lips slopped and drooled into the mess she’d already made. Her teeth grazed over his skin, but she was careful to ensure it didn’t do more than lightly touch, hot breath blasting down the length. She was open-mouthed over the head of his cock when the first jet of hot, sticky cum burst from the penis’s tip, splashing past her teeth and coating the upper jaw. She spluttered, surprised, but leaned in quickly when she realized what was happening, starting to lick vigorously along the tip, enjoying the fresh flood of steaming flavor and texture that was coating her over so rapidly, one missed lick angling his shaft off to the side, and causing a strand to splatter over her nose and across an eye, the lid blinkin shut to save her from being stung directly. She was panting now, the smell of sex heavy on her nose, and even if they were compatible, it was enough to make her beyond excited.
Summer was hardly even aware of how she crawled over him, a desperately thirsty madwoman spotting water. Cum dribbled from her face, what she hadn’t swallowed drooling in saliva-laden drops from down her chin, but she didn’t wnt her muzzle to drink. Her paws folded down betwen his feet, and her hind legs lifted up- Straddling her belly over his penis, her hips rolled and rotated, wildly at first until she remembered the sight in the video. Her claws hooked over the edges of his underwear, prodding at his skin more harshly than she’d intended, but there was no helping it. She was too eager. His cock dragging across her urine-soaked teats until it flung up past her spade! The heavy, leathery grains squashing themselves against the skin of his shaft. The absol’s chest swelled at the sensation- It was was more delicate than she’d ever anticipated, yet so substantial at the same time. His ejaculation hadn’t made him any softer- Probably because she wasn’t experienced enough to bring him to full completion with just her face, but she had no way of knowing that. Not yet anyway.
The absol whined as she ground down against his cock, feeling the way the shaft split her tight folds, how the blunted head slid against her upper lips, then glances off, her body so slick and the angle so wrong that it couldn’t penetrate. She growled under her breath before remembering there was more to the positioning of her feet. Her back paws slid together, putting strain and tension on the muscles in her thighs that she forced herself to ignore. The thick back pads taking the place of where the front ones had been, only by the edges instead of the beans directly. She felt as if she were stepping on him- And in a way, she was- Using the leverage to hoist her hips up and drag her spade against his penis, the pressure straightening his cock, and it was almost as if by magic that when she lowered herself back down, she felt the head of his shaft pierce into her body. Felt her grains spread and stretch apart, dimpling inwards as if being funneled by her master’s penis, but he was gliding far deeper than those lips could reach. The spongey flesh springing back to place, gripping and hugging the length of his member, scraping along every inch that filled her as she just kept on leaning back.
It was amazing. He was close to her that she could feel the beating of his heart through his dick, and that level of intimacy was almost as wonderful as the way the that hard curve of his dick traveled through her flesh, scraping and itching at depths she didn’t even know she’d had. The relief was very nearly instant, and it created a sensation that was simply desperte within her. Probing her senses, tearing away walls that she didn’t even know she’d built up, blocking herself from the need she’d felt over her heat. Relief, and pleasure, and the burning itch that flared even as she scratched it. Hips starting to roll, her paws kneading into him as she swirled her back legs, as she rode against him with a reckless abandon. Her flank rising and falling with wet slopping sounds, the white-furred girl just barely large enough to hold him, so every time she moved it was like a suctioning effect was being broken and reformed, and she could not stop moving. Her pucker throbbed, clenching and unclenching while her tail slapped down over his chest, her head lifting as she panted and yipped, trying to bark- To howl- But her voice wasn’t working the way she wanted. The relief building and building, waves of it splashing down across the burning pyres of her need, washing it all away and replacing it with a tingle that she felt spread into every part of her, but all of sourcing from her crotch. From her master.
She wasn’t sure when her orgasm began, just that it did. Walls tightening to a clench so firm that she couldn’t even lift her hips properly anymore, and while she tried to keep the rolling going, tried to keep humping down and sharing the pleasure, her legs just refused to work. With the momentum lost, the strain caught up with her, and they collapsed from under her. Flattening her crotch into his own, their bodies flush together, her tailhole feeling tickled by his hair. She realized he was ejaculating into her, his semen flowing freely in hot and heavy spurts, had been for a few moments now. The length twitching rapidly, uncontrollably, just draining everything he had into his loyal girl.
Summer’s forepaws trembled together as she struggled to keep her torso up, tail wagging lazily over her master’s belly as his penis continued to flex within her. It was wonderful- She only wished she knew why he hadn’t done this with her before. She worried about what his reaction might be if he found out- Could she clean up before he woke? But no. His hand came down to cup at her flank, and she squealed in shock, starting to squirm and kick off- Fumbling and failing rather hard, her torso collapsing as well and making her chin smack into the cushion’s below- But the hand just caressed across her rear, a thumb dipping down to toy the merging of master and pet, teasing into the taut grains at the top of her spade. She trembled still, shoulders hunched guiltily, her tail trying to tuck over, but his other hand came up as well. Stroking her side, and her master’s voice spoke up, sounding mousy and small and shy compared to the normal boisterous or sleepy tones he normally took. “So. Um. Sorry for forgetting to take you out. You are a very Good Girl, Summer”