Possession is 9/10 of the Law
Towering over the
villagers, the massive macro-wolf raised her muzzle to the stars and howled! She would feast tonight...glut
her every appetite, with the aid of the villagers... The first couple she
spotted, darting towards the illusory safety of a barn, were
scooped firmly into a gigantic paw in a swoop that blew branches off nearby
trees. Sitting down with a THUD in
the dusty town square, she lowered her squirming handful against her sopping
sex, rubbing their thrashing little limbs into her swollen slippery folds--
“Ahh, excuse me, miss? Did you need something else?”
Deidra
opened her eyes to see a custodian peeking in the doorway at her, mop and
bucket squeaking behind. She found her handpaw
hovering near her thigh, and transformed the motion into a grab for a cable on
the floor.
“No, no! No, I'm--fine.
Just...trying to get the big picture for a moment there.”
She murmured, a blush burning in her ear lining. Oh gods, she *knew* it hadn't
been a good idea to read that story right before work! Deed kicked herself as the
custodian nodded, and squeaked down the hall. Gusting out a sigh, the anthro-wolf turned back to her task, threading a
bundle of cables through a hole in the wall to the computer lab.
Geez, I hope he
doesn't report that...I've got enough of a reputation with el-bosso as it stands. She thought, ears pricking forward
intently as she bent to the task. It wasn't long before she realized there was
a problem. The wall wasn't quite level with the next room. She groaned,
realizing there were some steps up to a slightly higher level out in the hall.
She couldn't bore a hole in the middle of the wall! Frustrated, she leaned her
forehead against the warm, flaking plaster. Gods...what she wouldn't give for a
nice warm mate waiting for her back home in bed. Lying stretched out on the
clean sheets, his arms open for her… That would make
it all worth while. She wouldn't have to use her toy to sate the moist hunger
her loins complained of
today, ever since she downloaded that story.
“Bah.” She murrphed, and began peering along the wall. Ah-hah, there!
The floorboards were uncovered in the corner, beneath that unused desk. She
might be able to get in there, and run the cable from beneath. That wasn't the
best solution, and she'd likely get caked with dust, but she wanted to get
*out* of this lonely, empty school building!
Standing, hands at her back as she straightened up, Deidra
glanced about for her tools. Scooping them up, she shoved the desk firmly away
from the wall, and knelt. Using her claws, she yanked at the floorboard,
wrenching it up. Another pull at its other end, and she was able to take a
peek.
“Hmmm...” Playing
her flashlight around, Deed saw that this would do nicely. She wouldn't have to
go in there after all; just find another spot in the adjoining lab to pry up a
board. Grabbing the bundle of cables, she was just about to feed it down under
the floor, when she caught a flash of gold down there...
“What...?” She
murmured, grabbing the flash again and shining it down into the hole. The light
revealed a cat...a *very* small cat, just slightly larger than a hamster. She
reached down carefully, and was surprised when the little kitten let her pick
him up. He licked her palm pads with a tiny pink tongue, purrrrrring
innocently there in her paw. Diedra's tongue lolled,
as a sudden flash of arousal ran down her spine, into her groin. So
small...just like those villagers in the story... She shook her head violently.
What was she thinking?! She couldn’t…on the job…it was just an innocent little
kitten… Oh, the heck with it.
Glancing both ways, and pricking her ears for sounds, Diedra scooted back from
the floorboards and under the desk. Bracing her back against the side of the
drawers, and her bare feet against the opposite leg-wall, she panted to the
kitten.
“I'm gonna tuck you
someplace nice 'an warm, okay? I want you to squirm
and paw around...if you do good, I'll take you home
and feed you!” She promised the solemn pair of golden eyes. Then, unbuttoning
her jeans, she slid her paw shakily down into her pants...pulling aside her
panties and the pad there, and deposited the kitten against her soft slippery
folds, nestling him right between the flushed, outer petals. Her sex quivered
and pulsed softly, tickled and aroused by the kitten's soft fur and curious
paws... Quickly, before the tiny black cat could slide out again, she let the
elastic of her panties slip tight again, and hurriedly rebuttoned
and buckled her jeans. Her denim groin bulged and squirmed as the lil cat struggled to free himself; the warm, silky little
body twisting and nudging Diedra's swollen sexlips. Jaws gaping wide, and claws *screeching* on the
metal of the desk as she squirmed, the wolf let a soft “MurrRRRRrroaN!”
escape her moist lips! Hands slip up to cup and knead her breasts through the
thin material of her shirt, her thighs quivering, as her body told them to
close... This was even better than she'd imagined! As the kitten's body grew
soaked with her excitement, his movements grew quicker, and his contact with
her hot flesh more complete! She was rising rapidly towards a climax, guilt and
pleasure blending in her to form a delightful bitter-sweet indulgence...
Suddenly, Diedra felt an intrusion! One of the kitten's paws had slipped into
her by chance, and was beating about inside her soft passage! Squirming, her
rump scooting back and forth on the floor and her tail beating a staccato
against the desk, Diedra bit back a cry! It wasn't until she felt her folds
stretch around the kitten's head that the horny wolf thought she might need to
take the kitten out... As she fumbled with her belt, a hungry muscular ripple
in her cunny tugged
the kitten deeper! Diedra's eyes bulged as she felt
the kitten slide into her, swallowed up wetly by her craving sex! Her silken
tunnel stretched around the burrowing bulge, slippery flesh gripping and
suckling it deeper and deeper... Inwardly cursing her jeans, she finally got
them unbuttoned, and in lust-clumsied movements tried
to grab the lil cat and pull him to safety. But all
she found was his tail, wet and slippery from her juice! When another thick
'swallow' of her muscles came, she couldn't hold onto the slick, writhing tail,
and it vanished with a quiet slurp into her sex! That's when the climax hit...
Jamming herself tight in her little alcove, back arching, Diedra shut her jaws
on her howl of joy! The fingers about to dip into herself and retrieve the
kitten were pulled instead to her slick clit, rubbing the little knob,
prolonging the pleasure, thoughts of all else driven out while her body
thrummed with the sweetness of it... The moment passed, and Diedra sat back up,
panting heavily... But, the kitten! Then she felt the stirrings in her
belly...the slow, slithering pulse of muscle, and the sudden pressure deep
inside her! Her cervix... Forced open with a twinge of discomfort, the wolf's
womb engulfed the kitten, accepting the soaked, squirming lump of feline.
Staring, she grabbed her shirt and hiked it up to see her flat, furry belly.
There...she could actually see a small bulge, twitching the fur and flesh... It
felt so strange! But...also, there were nerves in there being touched that made
her want to grind her sex against the floor, smearing her fluids along the
polished wood... Diedra squirmed out from under the desk, and put her clothes
back in array, giddy with worry and excitement. What would happen to the kitten
in there? Would she need to go to the doctor, and get it removed? Her body
revolted against that idea, reminding Diedra with a rush of warm pleasure that
the presence of the kitten was a good
thing... Groaning, she hurried back to work, shoving the cables down beneath
the floor. Idly hoping no one would notice the sex-scent she was leaving on the
cables, the stumbling hyper-aroused wolf hurried to finish. The job got a lot
easier when the kitten stopped moving inside her, settling down for a nap. She
could feel his rattly little purrrr
in her depths..
Diedra walked out
of the school with her toolbox in one paw, and the other resting on her belly,
the wolf smiling fondly down at her middle.
“Mmmm, welcome to the family, kitten...” She murmured, grinning as she climbed into the van emblazoned with 'NetConnect.' Pulling out into the street and heading home,
Diedra rubbed her belly and wondered what would come of this... How would she
feed the cat? What the heck was it doing under the floor in the school anyways?
What would her brother say about it? Suddenly, her heart leapt within her! No,
not her heart, too far down...the kitten! He'd pounced
the inside of her womb! Grunting with the impact, Diedra twisted the wheel in
her surprise and found herself staring at a huge pair
of headlights!
ONKKKKKKK!
ONKk-eeeeeeeerrr…
She twisted back into her lane, fur on end, tail bristling! Inside her,
the kitten romped, tumbling about...making her sex drool
again into her already-damp jeans...
“You,” she poked
her middle, ”are going to have some rules to follow
while you live in my belly!” She scolded the fur-muffled microcat.
A quiet, inquisitive ”Mrewl?”
brought the gape-grin back to her muzzle. ”Bah.
Cats...”
Pulling into the
driveway back home with a crunch of gravel, Diedra jumped out and hurried into
the house, paw still glued to her tummy. Her brother was on the couch, laptop
across his knees, as she stepped inside.
“Hey Deed. Food's
on the table,” He murmured, looking up at his sis.
“T,
thanks, not too hungry. Gonna be busy awhile!” She managed, pads
sweating as she crossed the den and into her bedroom. Shutting the door firmly,
Diedra shed her clothes on her way to the bed, pausing to grab a couple towels
and spread them over the sheets. Sliding up onto the bed, she spread her legs
wide, and toyed with herself...feeling the tiny cat pawpawpaw
at her innards.
“Ohhhh, goddessssss!” She
hissed, sliding a couple fingers into herself, and pumping them gently in and
out... The air in the room was still and hot, and it almost seemed to exert
pressure on her body...caressing her arching back, heaving chest... Diedra
found herself fantasizing that she was the macro-wolf
of that story...and she'd crammed a person between her slick folds, and forced
them into her womb for her own pleasure... But she wanted more... She grabbed
more and more of the fleeing people, and fed them to her hungry, dripping slit,
until her womb bulged and writhed! They transformed her flat belly into a dome
she couldn’t see over, the fur swelling and dipping with their frenzied
movements in her depths! The struggling little creatures weighed her middle
down, and caressed her hot slippery insides with their desperate struggles,
fighting to escape the giant wolf's musky womb! She bit through a telephone
pole as she came, howling, tail high and thighs spread obscenely wide, and the
stroking pleasure from within increased! The orgasms piled up on top of one
another, faster and faster, while her juices roared through the streets in a
musky flood...!
“HOOOOOOOOOOOOWLLL!”
Diedra threw back her head, warm goo spraying from
her inflamed loins, covering the towels in her warmth and scent... The wolf's
warm, fleshy womb rippled and squeezed down around the kitten trapped inside,
eliciting frantic struggles from him, and another orgasm right on the tail of
the first! The cycle was interrupted when the kitten fell limp, exhausted from
all his wriggling, and Deed began calming down...
“Ahh, Deed? You're okay?” Came the
worried voice of Deed's brother, Philip.
“F, fine,” She murrrrrrrred, turning on her side, blushing at the sight of
the mess she'd made... “Could you start me a bath, hon?”
She called, sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling down at her tum... “You little delight, you,” She whispered, caressing
her moist tummyfur. “I'll need to go shopping
tomorrow...”
Diedra woke up late,
stretching and yawning. Her movement stirred and woke the kitten, who
immediately began meowling pitifully...
“Awww, hungry kitten? Don't worry, I've got a plan.”
Throwing on shorts and a tanktop, she waved bye to
Philip and jogged down the lane, tail flipping happily behind her. The
combination of material rubbing against her sex with her motion, and the
jouncing weight of the kitten inside her had given Deed quite a workout by the
time she got to her destination: The Willing Victims Guild. Interesting place;
she'd only ever visited once, and that with a friend who wanted some
entertainment for a party. This time her goals were quite different...
“Microfurs, 2 dozen, for meals.” She murmured to a
clerk inside. Peering about curiously while her order was filled, Deed's eyes
fell across cat-sized furs, making an appreciative ”Oooer,” sound. They were relaxing and chatting in miniature
lounges, while others were in chains or comfortable cells...all waiting for a
buyer or renter. Deed blushed as she wondered whether any of those would fit up
inside her... The clerk, used to eccentric clients, deigned not to notice the
musk of the attractive wolf customer's aroused scent as he handed over two
largish shopping bags.
“Come again!” He
smiled as she stepped back out.
“Oh, I will...” She
murmured over her shoulder, setting off back home. Despite the weight of the
bags, she was soon back in her bedroom, trembling as
she undressed again. Lifting out a case with a tiny bunny-male inside, she
grinned and tipped him out into her palm.
“You're my 'host'
ma'am?” He grinned, rubbing himself sensually along her palm. Deed grinned
wolfishly,
“Well, yes, though
not your final destination.” she murrred, lowering him between her legs. The
bunny saw the giant, dripping cleft, the scent of sex heavy between her warm
thighs, and quivered... She thought he might protest, but be submitted to this
fate as well, shivering excitedly as she fit his head between her slippery
lips, then nudged him up inside halfway with a *squirsh*.
Groaning heavily, the wolf leaned back into bed as she used one finger to ease
him deeper, his slender body squirming as he sank from sight between her lush,
quivering labia... Sure enough, her muscles caught him and sucked him deeper,
the wobbling ripples of the muscular action intense and delicious... Her cunny felt like a seperate part
of her...a part with a ravenous hunger, a need to be filled! To be fed... She
could feel the
tiny lapine sliding his arms and legs along her
smooth wet insides, bulging her soft sex-tube, humping into the satiny flesh...
The panting wolf felt the pressure as he passed her cervix, then giggled as a
weight abruptly shifted. The kitten must've pounced
the bunny... She heard barely-audible moans, then all was still, the kitten's purrrrrrr the only indicator of who had engulfed who. The
next one, a smooth lithe salamander fellow, dived into her sex without a second
of hesistation. He virtually *climbed* up her
passage, and she could only guess, stuffed himself into the tinypanther
as well. Guessing that was enough for one meal, she gathered the rest of the
willing victims, and placed them in a shoebox lined with soft flannel, a dish
of water and another of the food pellets the Guild had sold her. A sprinkle of
her mild perfume to erase the scent of the food made the box just like home for
the tiny creatures.
“I expect you'll
all be inside me by Tuesday,” She murrrred, stroking
her cunnylips above the box for their benefit. To her
amusement, several began pleasuring themselves or each other, moaning and
panting...
Makes me wonder if I'm not the first to
discover this deliciousness, Diedra pondered, covering the box and stowing
it under the bed...
The weekend was
spent feeding her appetites and the kitten's, endless pleasures broken only for
meals and paperwork for Monday, office day. Philip puzzled over Deed's withdrawal,
but knew the scents on her lately, and just assumed she'd found a new way
to...divert herself. When Monday came, Diedra waved a cheerful goodbye and
headed out the door...handpaw hovering near her
middle. Philip shrugged, and bent back over his laptop...
Everyone noticed
the difference in the wolf as she made her rounds at the office. She was happy,
bouncy even, joking with everyone and smiling. When problems arose, she handled
them with ease, tail flipping about cheerfully. Even 'el-bosso'
noticed, and assigned Diedra a new customer with some reluctance. Another wolf,
a male one, wanted a high-speed cable run to his loft. Deed noted the
appointment down for the next day, and had started on the associated paperwork
when the kitten roused. The heavy meal from yesterday had seemed to put him in
a torpor, but he became *quite* active in the next few minutes! It was
impossible to ignore, especially since he seemed to have grown...not just in
the belly, but everywhere! Almost the size of a regular kitten, mebbe larger! She hurried to the bathroom, locking the door
and pulling her jeans down, cupping her warm mound with a shaky paw and
squeezing...moaning lightly, as her belly wobbled and jumped! It wasn't until
the cat started kneading around her cervix that her need became unbearable, and
the hot and bothered wolf began strumming her slick clit, tilting her head back
and letting her eyes slide shut... *whump, whump, whump* went her tail
against the toilet tank, a big grin on her muzzle as hot pulsing pleasure
suffused her...spreading from her loins and belly to fill her whole body...
With a final squeeze of her sex, Diedra came with a shudder, dripping into the
water heavily for a moment... Finishing up and drying off, she washed her paws
thoroughly and returned to her desk, the kitten's play
a lil easier to take with the edge off her hunger...
By lunch time,
she'd made three more trips to the bathroom, but at least the paperwork was
done... Ready to head back home, she took a cup of coffee and skipped lightly
out, padding towards the van.
"Diedra,"
A high-pitched voice yapped behind her. She turned slowly, and blinked at her chiuhuah-boss. "What izzit
today with you?" He demanded, beady little eyes
more irritated than curious.
"Oh, ahh, I've found fulfillment!" She blurted, keeping her
paws at her side by sheer force of will. Her boss' eyes rolled skyward.
"Oh, zee releeejun," He snorted, and turned back to return to
the office. "Just don't let eet interfere with
Sunday appointments!"
Deed thumbed her
nose at him with a giggle, rubbing her tummy on the way to the van.
"Mmmmm, religion...the cult of the belly-cat?"
She giggled, murrrrrrrring
softly each time her little guest shifted in her depths. "And the body's
the temple?" Deed shook her head, chuckles blooming. She hadn't laughed
this much in weeks! Were these belly-laughs? Deed groaned out loud, horrified
at her brain for that one!
Philip watched Deed
slip inside, a shopping bag in hand. Murring? curiously, he got up to take a
peek at his sister's purchase. Diedra playfully hid the bag behind her back,
tail beating it happily.
“I remembered you
told me you wanted that new Lunar game...and I found a
used copy at the electronics place...” She reached into the bag, and tossed the
game on the couch. Philip pounced it! and Deed slipped by, chuckling, into the bedroom. Her
brother needed a little distraction...she wasn't ready to tell him about her
kitten yet..
Diedra learned some
control over the next day, but was still nearly perpetually wet! As the panther
grew, so did his appetite, and the wuff
giddily experimented with larger victims... Ferrets mostly, and other long,
sleek-bodied furs... She came home with the first one, paw pads sweating, her
belly clenched tight around the meowling
hungry-cat... Philip waved briefly, eyes not leaving the game. Slipping into the
bedroom again and shutting the door, Deed threw herself on the bed, ferret in
paw.
“Be good...you're
my first, this big,” She whispered to the sleek creature, who nodded eagerly.
Rolling over, throwing her moistened thighs wide, she wedged the weasely-creature's head between her sweating cunny petals... The ferret gently inserted his forelegs,
helping stretch her tunnel out, before nosing deeper inside the sweet, musky
tunnel... Diedra shoved it in firmly as soon as the widest part had passed her
fleshy gates, gasping and arching as she stuffed herself full of squirming
ferret! It *was* a stretch, and she could see the bulge as the ferret sank
deeper inside her, trusty muscles gulping the happily writhing woozle with lusty abandon! The panther, Deed felt as she
panted there on the bed, didn't go for the new arrival immediately when it
squirted up into the cushy womb... Understandable really; it was bigger than
anything else she'd fed him thus far! But after a moment, she felt the pounce,
and a tussle....then a sleepy, gorged purrrrrrrr...
Moaning, she stroked her stretched sex, grinding juicily into her palm until
she came with a muffled growl. Snuggling down into the sheets, a happy murrrrrrrrrr nestled in her throat,
Deed hugged her belly and dozed... The alarm clock woke her a few hours later,
and groggily, Deed stumbled to the shower. After a nice shampooing, and a good
toweling off, she dressed herself and marched out to the van.
Diedra whistled
softly as she pulled up outside the customer's house. He was living in the
loft, but that loft was probably twice as nice as her home if the rest of the
house was any indication! She actually had to pass through a big wrought iron
gate and pad along a winding path to reach the towering edifice. She was met at
the door by a tall young wolf, dressed in a tie-dye shirt and black slacks. A
pair of earphones ringed his neck, probably forgotten there, as the cord
dangled behind him like a ponytail, unconnected. A pair of cool-green
sunglasses rode low on his muzzle, completing his 'hip-hop' image.
“Netconnect, right? Thanks for coming! The loft's
this way,” He smiled, offering Diedra his paw. Raising a furry brow at the paw,
she gestured for him to lead the way, declining the offer. Unoffended,
he bounced up a circular staircase with polished cherry handrails.
“My name's Sven.”
He smiled, holding open a door at the top of the stairs for her. Diedra nodded,
stepping through.
“My name's...” the
words died in her throat as she stepped into the loft. This was...incredible!
Computers everywhere, hi-tech expensive gadgets scattered on the fashionable,
comfy looking furniture. The loft was practically a monument to the modern
tech-geek, with all the latest equipment and games tucked away into odd corners.
“Ahh, you have a closet?” She murmured, looking
around with wide eyes. Sven nodded, chuckling, and pulled open the door
to...well, a real closet. Blinking inside like a forest full of little
critter's glowing eyes, network equipment stood in racks, cables running in
thick bundles through neat incisions in the wall.
“Well, um, guess
I'd better get my tools,” Diedra stepped back down the staircase, Sven still at
her heels.
“The folks aren't
home, so make all the noise you like,” He assured her, curiously peering into
the back of the van as she pulled out a big reel of cable and her tools. He
offered to carry the toolbox, and smiling, she let him.
“Where's the
junction box? You know?” She asked as they slipped back inside.
“Basement, behind
the exercise machines,” Sven snickered, leading the way.
What followed was dusty, wire-tangling work, but Deed ran the
cable and completed the installation. Grinning as she stood behind Sven and
watched him literally *drool* on his keyboard at the speed he was getting now, Diedra
started picking up her things. Then, for no real reason she could figure, the
kitten in her middle decided it was dance time... Almost doubling over as the catling bounced against her sensitive flesh, her sex
juicing up readily, her scent starting to diffuse, Deed knew she had to get out
of here! That or visit the bathroom...
Sven turned around
to see her looking...distraught.
“What's the matter,
miss? Something you ate?” He murmured, worried. Diedra nodded quickly.
“M,
must be! Could I use your *yip!* bathroom a moment?” She managed at last
through clenched jaws. Her womb-wrapped kitty was slithering and twisting about
like a wet furry snake, one of the most enjoyable movements the wuff had yet experienced! With Sven leading the way, she
clutched her bulging middle, tools forgotten upstairs. Sven led her down the
staircase, and pointed her down a hallway that vanished around a bend.
“First
door on your left, before the kitchen.” He directed her, shoving his
glasses back into place. She nodded quickly, and padded around the bend in the
hall, one paw sliding immediately down to her groin the moment she was out of
sight. Unfortunately, she'd been looking backward when she performed that
maneuver, so hadn't noticed the large wolf who'd
entered from the door in the kitchen... She bumped right into him, and jerked
her head up with shock, meeting his own surprised eyes. Her twitching, writhing
belly was snuggled against his own middle, her paw trapped between them. For a
moment they just stared at each other... Then, amazingly, he dropped his gaze
and backed up, apologizing meekly. He too pushed glasses back into place, but
unlike his brother's, these were clearly corrective lenses. His clothes were
dark, headfur gently mussed, and dang was he tall... Gangly almost, but for the muscles... Diedra
stammered,
“I, I'm so sorry
sir. I was here for the cable install, and I just needed to use the *URK*,
bathroom!” The last word petered into a squeak, as the kitten flung himself into the 'ceiling' of his slippery prison, impacting
her diaphragm. Simply nodding, hands stuffed into his pockets, the big wolf
kept his eyes...nice, deep amber eyes...seeming to glow with hidden
depths...glued to the floor. Diedra found the correct door, and quickly slipped
inside, shutting it with a click. A moment later, the tall wolf was shoved
against the wall by the hasty ejection of the butler within, with his armload
of towels. *click*
Sven finished
lugging down the Netconnect woman's tools, just in
time to see his big brother stumble out of the hallway, looking back over his
shoulder...every line in his big frame tense. Sven grinned, tongue lolling.
“I guess you met
her then?” He chuckled, coiling up some extra cable. The other wolf just
nodded, quite speechless, though his scent said plenty. Sven hadn't that keen a
nose, for a wolf, but he was used to his brother's...
This could prove an interesting hobby!
Sven giggled to himself. Finding his poor geeky, lonely
brother a nice femme. From the conversation he'd pestered Diedra with
while she did the install, he'd learned she wasn't
attached...which made him wonder about her pregnancy.
I bet the dumb bastard dumped her when he
found out, He decided, and that only doubled his resolve to match his
brother with her. Well, where did she live...? He started going through the
papers in a folder tucked in the toolbox. Like a ghost, forgotten for the
moment, the bigger wolf padded upstairs with a singular goal in mind...relieve this
awful pressure in his pants!
That was no pregnancy...not a true one.. She's got...someone...in there. He thought, the idea
making him pant, and his pads sweat... Well, it wasn't his brother. He almost
added 'unfortunately' but stopped himself. He didn't want his brother being the
one to arouse that female...and she was definitely excited when they'd
collided! Nothing wrong with *his* nose. Sven had
picked up all his mother's allergies. Now, where had he filed those UB pics...
Diedra left the
bathroom at last, calm and composed, the kitten worn out for now by all the
squishy kneading her womb had given him as she'd sat and cum silently all over
the tile floor... That was cleaned up, and the air spritzed
with perfume before she left. Sven had taken all her things down to the front,
and thanking him, she scooped them up and strode back to the van. She didn't
see the eyes watching her longingly from the upstairs window, and she certainly
didn't notice that her papers were out of order... She just loaded up and took
off for home, where a nice fat mink awaited her bellycat...
“
“Yeah?” He murmured, voice quiet and deep. Sven padded through the mess
in the room, to plop down in a beanbag chair beside his brother's computing
chair: an enormous armchair that normal furs vanished into when they tried to
sit in it.
“Liked the look of
that technician, today?” Sven asked, scanning the CD-case titles in a rack
beside the desk, cool as a cucumber.
“Mmmph.”
“-like me to point
anyone knowledgeable her way.” Sven was saying, and
“What?” He replied cleverly, turning to
actually look at his brother. Sven rolled his eyes.
“I *said* that Diedra,
the tech, is scouting a bit for more help at the office. I know you know more
about networks and crud than even I do, so I think you should check. You know
Mom and Pop have been bugging you to get a summer job. You really need to--”
“--gave me this
card,” Sven was saying, pulling out a simple business card with the company
info on it. “Why don't you send in your resume?”
Diedra stepped into
work with a bounce in her step and a lovely warmth in
her belly. She'd gotten the notion to fill herself up with warm water, leaving
some room at the top for her bellycat to breathe.
When she'd accidentally filled herself too full though, (the sensation of water
flowing into her had been niiiiice, murRRrrrrr...) and the microcat hadn't been alarmed a bit, she just left it at
that, though she wondered how the cat was getting along so well inside her. The
water cushioned the lil feline's squirms, but at the
same time, made her feel much, much more sensual...but also enhanced her
'pregnant' look. No one was suspicious; they all just smiled and congratulated
her. Except the boss, he just rolled his little eyes. Deed stuck out her tongue
at the memory, as she gingerly seated herself, a
little giggle escaping as she heard herself slosh. A sticky note was on her
monitor... 'Interview prospect,
“G, good morning,”
She said instead, setting the case on the table before it fell. Just as nervous
as she, the tall wolf from Sven's home nodded a greeting. He looked much more
respectable, garbed in a black suit, his headfur
lying properly in place, his ill-fitting glasses replaced with a gold-rimmed
pair that made him look like the owner of a bank... “You're applying for a
position here?” Deed finally asked, keeping herself
occupied shuffling papers, instead of gazing at the other wolf. “Mr...Taylor Brand, is that right?” She glanced up again, at
the same time he did, and their eyes met again... Both of them blushed and
looked down at the table.
“That's right,”
“Furtech? You got a degree in a few summers? That's
impressive!” She smiled some, sending the paper back. “That's where I went. Took me a couple years to finish.”
“I submitted this
before, but in case they'd lost it...” He lets his sentence trail off as Diedra
grinned at him.
“You really know
how things work in a place like this, don't you?” As
she took the resume, and flipped through it, nodding as particular items of
interest caught her attention. At last, she stood, (belly bouncing gently) and
extended a paw. “We can really use someone of your talent. The position's yours,
if you want it.”
Engulfed it, more like...he sure is a *big* wuff! Deed murmured to her brain. Inevitably, aided by
the movements of the bobbing cat inside her, Diedra's
thoughts turned towards what mating this tall male would be like. Was he...big,
all over? A slight blush tinted her ears, and she shook herself mentally.
Then...she noticed a similar flush in
“I...want to apologize
for running into you the other day.” She murred up at
him, handpaws folded innocently over her round tummy.
“Mm...that's okay. I, was wondering
though,” He stammered, shifting his paws, the blush she'd noticed earlier
returning in force.
“Yes?” Deed
murmured? ears pricked for his question.
“Y, you're not
pregnant, are you?” He blurted out at last, staring steadfastly at a point on
the floor between his tour guide's feet. Deed stared at him, open-mouthed a
moment, her womb tightening around the ball of water-and-kitty.
“How did you know?”
She whispered, tail bristling in her shock.
“I, I felt your
belly move against me in the hall..and
no cub's ever moved like that before that I've seen...and, ah,” He blushes even
more fiercely, “You, were...your scent, ah, I'd never heard of pregnancy having
that effect on, erm...” He finished lamely, paws
weaving obscure patterns in the air. Deed was quiet a moment...then nodded,
patting her belly gently.
“Well, you're
right. I'm not pregnant...not with a cub... I accidentally let a very small cat
into my womb. He's gotten bigger...” She murrrrs,
losing track of everything outside her and the feline within for a moment...
“I guess!”
“Would you like to feel it?” She whispered,
stroking her belly smoothly through her shirt, shyly beckoning him closer.
Almost as if pulled against his will by a magnet, the tall wolf shambled
closer, then knelt and leaned over...to rest his cheek against Deed's tummy. An
employee walked in, and grinned at the scene of a proud mother letting a
coworker listen to the cub's movements. Both wuffs
breathed out a sigh of relief when she left.
“Incredible...”
“I thought so
too...it's wonderful having him inside...every day. Do you know anything about
this then?” She asked, suddenly curious how
“There's...stuff
like that online...taking others into your womb...or into your stomach.” He
murmured quietly. “I, I really like stuff like that. Read lots of stories...”
Deed blinked
slowly. “Into my...stomach?” She wondered aloud. As
the full import of that concept reached her, Diedra nearly came
instantaneously, a new hunger and lust blooming in her breast. She'd been
feeding the cat, and guessed that he'd eaten what she'd sent him whole and
alive, (Which made her wonder again what kind of cat he was to have so many odd
abilities…) but hadn't even considered doing it herself.
I mean, it's cannibalism, isn't it? Why then
do I want this lovely wolf to hump me silly, and then cram him down my throat
to bloat my gut? As those
thought-images ran through her mind, Deed *did* cum, and blushing heavily, got
up and slipped away into the bathroom, with the assurance to Taylor she'd
return in a moment.
“I'll wait for you
in the break room.” She murmured, and patted him gently on the rear as she
passed.
Oh gods,
what a day!
That night Diedra
reflected on her day, fingers petting her warm folds, her other paw stroking
her tummy in a circle...
Should I have asked him out, just like that? I don't want him to think I'm a
slut... She chuckled at herself. Worrying about being called a slut, as she
pleasured herself? No. What was wrong with pleasure, after all? The kitten
batted at her innards, sending twinges of pleasure flooding down into her
loins. Squirming deliciously in the quilts, she stroked herself more briskly.
No...I needed to ask him, get him as soon as
I could, before someone else did... It wouldn't have taken long...he's
magnificent... She sighed wantonly, staring up at the ceiling while her sex
suckled on her probing fingers... There was no way she was going to let
Oh yes, my
“Ooooohh yeah...that's my kitten,” She breathed, eyes
sliding shut. Drying off with a towel, she pulled the covers up to her chin,
and dreamed of feeling full...
*NRRZT NRRZT NRRZT--click*
On the way to his
loft with some blank CD's, Sven pondered, Wonder
if I could get furs to pay me for this?
Diedra was sitting
on the porch, dressed in a long but simple dress of blue-purple. It reminded
her of dusk, and made her feel fancy, so she wore it tonight for
“My parents bought
it for me,” He shrugged awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
“They've got good
taste,” She murrred back, tucking her tail to one side of the seat. It swatted
a control, and Diedra found herself staring at the ceiling. “Wha?”
A long furred arm
slipped across her field of view, and brushed her breasts as
Talor
pulled at the collar of his dress shirt, and finally unbuttoned the top button
to cool off a little. “Er, ahem, I thought we'd go to the Olive Garden?”
“Neaters, let's go.” She grinned, buckling up.
In turn, Diedra stole glances at
After a thirty
minute drive, during which both undressed each other several times with their
eyes, the two wolves parked at the restaurant and padded inside. Their timing
was exquisite, and the couple was seated right away in a cozy, dimly-lit corner
of the place. Their waiter was an older gentleman, who recognized a couple that
could occupy each other and didn't need interruptions. Their food was delivered
expediently, and the two watched each other eat... Diedra's
belly made some interesting sounds while they ate, forcing
“You know...” She
breathed, paws on her middle, “Most folks would just want to go to sleep after
a meal like that... Us,” She grinned, throwing out a paw and running it down
“We're staying at
the Crowne,” He grinned at her, twisting the keys. Diedra
shrugged; if her beau has money, why not spend it? Grinning, she leaned back in
the chair, swishing her tail over, whirrrrrrr
“Aw danggit...”
Diedra slipped out
of her dress before
“Gods Deed...”
“Murrrrrrr....” Was her only comment, eyes half shut, paws
sliding down his sides, caressing him slowly...but he knew the undercurrent of
urgency was there. Her heat had her now, and she wouldn't calm down until it
had been somewhat...doused.
The bellycat, who'd been getting a very interesting ride inside
his wolf-host, felt something warm and sticky surge up through the water around
him. Similar surges followed for three minutes, considerably changing the viscosity
and taste of the water... Mewling to himself, he stroked his host and adjusted.
Deed's eyes seemed
to glow when Taylor finally unclenched his own to gaze on her... His shaft
stopped dribbling, and gradually his knot began to shrink... Diedra licked up
at his muzzle with a low, happy murrRRRrrrrr...
“Lovely wolf,” She
whispered, clenching firmly around his organ. “My wolf.”
“Yours,” He nodded,
his orgasm-weakened libido peaking right up to full again with just those two
words. He knew his fate...he welcomed it.
They hadn't even really discussed it, they both
just...seemed to know. Reaching into the pocket of the robe wadded up beneath
her, Deed retrieved a couple pills, one blue and one red.
“No jokes,” She
growled, as she popped the red one into her jaws, and tenderly slipped the blue
past Taylor's lips. Suppressing a snicker, the male gulped the pill, and then
bent to nose at the wonderful female he'd tied with. Her muzzle glomped up
along his, thick drool smearing his fur, nose and lips.
“Tho thoon?” He mumbled,
arms sliding around the considerably-smaller wolf. She just grinned, and shoved
her muzzle forward. They both heard an alarming snap, but Deed held him down
when he tried to pull away. Her jaw sagged loose, allowing the ravenous wolf to
slide her mouth over the entirety of Taylor's lupine head. He shuddered in the
slick heat of Diedra's mouth, feeling her teeth scraping
through his fur, feeling his ears pressed tightly to his skull by the ribbed
roof of her mouth. His muzzle wedged down into the back of her jaws, where a
smooth ring of muscle caressed him... When Diedra swallowed, he felt as though
he'd immersed his muzzle in a sink full of warm water. That warmth was soon
complemented by a slippery stroke as Diedra's throat
pulsed up over his muzzle, as far as his shut, drool-smeared eyelids. Tucking
her handpaws under
Diedra wrapped her
arms tight around
Deed gave up
pulling or pushing Taylor in, and began simply caressing his legs…feeling the
muscles she hadn’t taken the time to feel…savoring the soft warmth of his fur
she hadn’t nosed through…tickling the footpads that were cool with the sweat of
his exertions. Whether it was gravity or the weight of his body already inside
her, eating the rest of her lover took little time, and before she’d realized
it, her jaws had dropped slowly shut after his flexing, wriggling toes. Diedra
laid one hand on her throat, and the other on her gigantic stomach. Beneath her
fingers, she felt her throat slim, then abruptly
empty, as
“
Gradually, the air
was used up, and the two fell asleep as one… When Deed would wake in the
morning,
Gray light filtered
in through the curtains, touching the engorged wolf, sleeping soundly…curled
around her stomach.
THE END