Pulse

This story is actually older than the previous two, but I completely forgot about it and just now stumbled on it while trying to figure out what order to post my old junk in. It's based out of a short-lived RP that was abandoned in favor of one more engaging, set in a world that I stopped writing about because it was too complicated.

Not the best hook, I realize.

But here's what you need to know: it's got catgirls. This particular catgirl, Ase, has been lovingly rendered by the friend with whom the RP was played with, *morningstar.

Seven years ago. Christ damn, it's been a long time.

For more recent art by my dear friend, check out her blog here: http://gerbilfat.tumblr.com/

The story isn't quite as old as the drawing, and was actually finished at some point in '09, if memory serves. The file name suggests July of that year, but knowing myself, I made some minuscule edit and updated the file date as if this was some significant improvement. It's probably older than that.

Normally I would post a snippet of story, but I can't find anything I want to use as an introduction. Besides, you got cat tits. Don't get greedy. All you really need to know is: catgirl climb's on human boyfriend's cock. While he's sleeping. Yeah, I know. What a glutton.

Anyway, enjoy. Or don't. I mean, you know, whatever. It's probable that if you're here, though, you like porn, and this is... moderately decent, at least, for its age.

Pulse

            Ase awoke with a soft grunt, her eyes bolting open of their own accord. Her mind caught in a heavy fog, she scanned over her large room for a moment, golden eyes taking in her surroundings. Nothing of interest, though Shale’s heavy breathing soon caught her ears. Reality burst through the fog like a lighthouse on a dark night. A small frown tugged at her thin, feline lips, and her ears, brown as the rest of her, sagged in frustration.

            She was just getting to the good part of that dream, and now it was over. Worse, she couldn’t even remember what was happening. The general idea, sure, but the specifics had evaporated just as swiftly as the realm they occupied.

It was something to do with Shale, she was certain. Probably another boy, too, but that was tragically hazy. Maybe it was just two Shales. Or maybe it was one Shale in several places, and everything had been smashed together in her mind, like all those cute little swirls that the peanut butter and jelly had before being forced into a sandwich. Either way, judging from how she felt right then, it probably involved a swift progression into the gutter.

Ase sighed. Rolling onto her side, she looked at her companion’s face, his incredible bed hair like a brown mop strapped to the top of his head. A small smile found her muzzle when she noticed he was a healthy pink. His tone had been all over the place the last five days, a fever coming and going with little to no warning, but he hadn’t looked this normal since he got sick. His doctor had him on strong antibiotics, decongestants, and even a sleep drug. She wasn’t sure that all that was really necessary, but Shale was sick maybe once every year and a half, so she hadn’t been about to argue.

She let her hand fall gently on his forehead, as if not to wake him, though with as many drugs as he was on it would take far more than that. He was a heavy enough sleeper without them. But two days ago, he’d fallen asleep on the couch wrapped in a few blankets, and his mother had been able to vacuum in a circle around him without waking him. Now, though, he wasn’t warmer than he should be. Hopefully his tone implied a turn for the better.

The feline paused for a moment, light concern on her face. Shale normally slept above the covers, though that had naturally changed lately. Still, with his fever broken, he was probably uncomfortable. He was already sweaty, that much she could smell. Not caked and pasty, but sweaty.

Lifting carefully, she slowly pulled the blanket down from the human boy’s tanned neck, then his chest, and with a final tug, away from the rest of him. She paused for a moment to tuck the blanket over itself neatly, then looked up at Shale to see if he’d made more of a mess of himself than she suspected.

She stopped, eyes centering on his lower belly, just below the trail of black hair that he so stupidly referred to as his ‘happy trail’. Evidently he was feeling quite a bit better. When Shale was sick—really sick, not just a little head cold—he lost his drive altogether. In the four mornings prior, he’d awoken feeling like a limp noodle rather uniformly. It was a stark contrast to her own response to a fever, which happened entirely more often thanks in part to her parents’ peculiar family history. Short of going to the hospital, the higher her fever rose, the needier she became, and she suspected that Shale was secretly excited by the prospect of her becoming a little ill. Spikes in her body temperature were rather uniform.

Ase bit her lip a bit. There she’d gone, her mind crashing straight into the gutter. And she was still staring. It’d been five days, now. Short of the last time Shale was this sick, she couldn’t remember having five sexless days in a row. It only took two for the dreams to kick in. And last night’s, damn it all, was flooding back to her.

It was Shale and another boy. She wasn’t sure who, or if it was even someone real, but he was tall, dark, and handsome, and he’d been built just as thick as Shale. She was pretty sure he’d been on top of her, with Shale below, each of them helping themselves to the nearest entrance.

The base of her tail quivered. She could feel her heart rate rising, and when she shifted her thighs uncomfortably, she realized just how slick she’d gotten. An aching warmth spread upwards and downwards, filling her body, and a glance down revealed to her that the nubs atop her chest were just as interested.

She sighed, her teeth growing firmer on her lip. An ear fell to the side, and she looked back to Shale and his body. Five days. It was a wonder she hadn’t lost her mind yet. Sure, just a couple of years ago, she’d been the virgin wonder, but things had been so regular for so long that it was hard to take.

With a quiet grunt, she rolled onto her back, her head panning to look at her partner. The blanket fell to the side, much less daintily than before. Her hands cupped her own chest, fingertips finding the stiff buttons thereof. Another grunt followed, then a soft sigh. She squeezed them, rolling them between her forefingers and thumbs, and she could feel the subtle arch of her back.

With her eyes fixed on Shale’s body, the dream was flowing through her mind, or what she thought might be the dream, or maybe just what she wanted to think right then. She wasn’t sure; she didn’t care. But in her mind, Shale was teasing her chest, using his fingers to toy with her while the other boy watched. She pinched her own nubs, and it was his teeth. She wasn’t sure if the quiet groan had really just left her muzzle, or if she’d just imagined it, but it didn’t matter. Shale would sleep through it.

Her thighs spread and her left hand traveled down her middle, sleeking towards her mound, her hastiness leaping from one mental scene to the next. Shale would have taken longer, she knew. He would have teased her until she was about to cry from frustration, and then teased her some more. But she was never any good at making herself wait. Her fingers trailed over her soaked folds, up and down, then in little circles over the eager nub below.

She could see it so clearly now. She was watching the boy, who was watching her body, enjoying the things that Shale was doing to her. His teeth on her neck, his free hand—her free hand, now—on her chest. Tight little circles over her swollen little button, over and over, until her hips had taken on a life of their own. They lurched forward, then pulled back, her body grinding itself on her lover, even if he was sleeping a foot or two away.

Grinding. He wasn’t teasing her anymore, not with how she was moving. Not with how she was breathing. He couldn’t be. He was on top of her, his body within her own, eager to make her squeal.

And just like that, her middle two fingers delved between her thighs. A strangled gasp left her throat, and when her digits withdrew, the fur adorning them was soaked. Her hips pressed harder and her tail quivered, thumping on the side of the bed as she reeled against her own body.  Back and forth she slid, her back arching harder and harder, her fingers growing firmer with each passing moment. She could smell herself, her body and her excitement, and it only plunged her deeper into her fantasy.

It didn’t take long. The seizing of her body was almost a surprise, as sudden and violent as it was. Her teeth clamped down, her tail went rigid, and her spine bent in ways that would be painful any other time. Her toes curled and tensed and her thighs clamped together, wave after wave of pleasure washing through her body, riding on the spasms that shook her.

When she collapsed, she drew a sharp breath, then another. Her eyes opened slowly, only to find Shale beside her, not on top of her, and the world inside her head fell to pieces. She frowned, ears flatting as she realized that, what she had done to herself just now, it had only made things worse. She let off a soft, needy grunt, her chest heaving and her heart beating in her ears. She could feel herself sliding closer, her eyes fixed on her partner. Another deep breath. Her mind was racing, ideas that seemed crazy swirling through her head. One by one she popped them apart, but there was one that just wouldn’t go away. Not now, not here.

He was sleeping, right? Sleeping deeper than he ever was. If a vacuum didn’t wake him up, why should she? Yesterday, she’d sat on him and watched a movie while he slept. He didn’t stir. Why should this be any different? He wouldn’t know any different, and when he felt better, she could tell him what she’d done. He’d love it. It’d turn him on, and it’d lead to more of what she wanted.

Ase took a deep, shaky breath, her mind assaulted by this idea. Her tail quivered again, and her fingers started to move again. Slowly in, slowly out, shivers of need spreading from her soaked depths. She couldn’t help herself anymore. And so what if he did wake up? What was the big deal? He’d probably like that, too. No, no, he totally would. Why should it be embarrassing?

The short feline gasped softly as she withdrew her fingers from her body. Wet fingers grasped at the sheets as she pulled herself up. She looked at Shale again, thought about what she was doing, and warmth flooded her face, her ears blushing crimson. But there was no sense in stopping. Not now. No reason was good enough, and no fingers were going to fix this.

As she straddled the sleeping body of her lover, facing towards his feet, the base of her tail quivered in excitement. She paused for a moment and took another deep breath, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in the back of her neck. Easing into position above his hips, her tail quivered again, and she was sure she could feel her moisture redoubling between her thighs.

Her fingertips, careful and gentle, found his thick length. They traced over it for a minute, feeling him, the soft and somewhat sweaty scent of his skin filling her lungs with every breath. She raised her hips. Raised his flesh. A final, steadying breath, and she lowered herself slowly.

When his glans found her folds, she couldn’t help but give off a quivering, needy little gasp. She paused there for a moment, watching his feet, still in disbelief that she was doing this. But she was, and she was already here, and she just couldn’t stop now. Not when she could already feel him.

Her hips sunk lower. Her eyes fluttered shut and a gasp parted her lips, desire shaking her body as she filled her snug little body with his flesh. Her knees spread a little and she leaned forward, hands on his thighs as she eased herself up again. Up, and then down, up and then down, her hips moving as slowly as she could manage.

It was an incredible feeling. With the curve of his length opposite her body, every motion was a slow, drawn-out grind, the angles of their bodies forced together. She raised her hips as high as she could manage, all the way to his glans, well familiar by now with his seven inches. And then down she sunk, stretching herself on his body, the tip of his shaft just barely brushing her cervix as her slick folds met its base. It was a practiced motion, but never had she had so much time to enjoy it, so much space to savor the shape of his flesh.

An idea came to her. Rather than slide up, she slid forward, her hips gliding over his. A loud, sharp breath found her lungs as every inch of his flesh dragged contrary to hers, the firm friction almost more than she could stand. She adjusted her hands just a bit, steadying herself as her breath grew heavier, and eased herself back, filling her body.

Her tail shivered and an ear fell flat. This was amazing. She’d done this before, but he was never so still, and the control over each inch of sensation was amazing. She was completely soaked, and a glance downward found a puddle in the sheets between his thighs.

It wasn’t long before she’d fallen into a rhythm, her hips grinding back and forth. Her eyes shut, and soon there was only sensation. There was no need for fantasy anymore. Nothing compared to the real thing. And no toy, still as it was, could top her partner’s hot flesh. Back and forth, again and again, her jaw just barely parted as soft groan after needy grunt filled the air.

She couldn’t help but sink forward, her back arching as her hands found his knees. Her hips were moving quicker, her control slowly drifting away as the heat between her thighs spread throughout her body. Her legs spread further, her weight pressing him harder against her depths, and her fingers clenched at his legs.

The escalation was slow, but steady. Before she knew what she was doing, she found herself jerking her hips forward than easing them back, toying with the feeling, varying her motions. Her concern for his sleep had long since evaporated—at this point, she’d forgotten he could wake at all. There was just her body and this feeling, this ever-growing feeling, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself, even if she’d wanted to.

A thought crossed her mind, dangling in the back like a warning, looming over her pleasure. How long would he last, if he was sleeping? If he got off, was it over? Did she have to stop? Well, why should she? They didn’t stop while he was conscious. He’d fill her up or spray it all over her, and he’d keep thrusting, and before long he was hard as rock again. And if he came, she’d have to do that. This wasn’t stopping. Not any time soon.

Before long, she was bouncing up and down again. The motion was different, the feeling less intense, but at the same time, it was all the more tempting for it. Her body moved faster now, her hands sliding back to his thighs. Her tail curled in little knots and her back arched harder, her needy little form jerking up and down. She could feel it coming, that edge, the peak of her pleasure. Her conscious control of her actions, her preemptive movements, they were soon dwarfed by her body’s own decisions, need dictating her angle and rhythm. It wasn’t long before she was moving at an almost violent pace, her hips clapping against Shale’s thighs as she slammed herself into his body again and again. Faster and faster she moved, her body aching for climax, that tip of ecstasy dangling ever so near. And she knew it was just the first of many to come.

It shouldn’t have shocked her to feel his hands grasp her middle. But with as lost as she was, with as close to the edge as she’d been, she’d almost forgotten about the person below her. Had his grip not been so firm, she might have jumped off of him altogether, but he grasped her so hard that she hardly budged.

Her eyes widened and she tried to face him over her shoulder, hear ears crimson, shame flooding her. “Sh-sh-Shale! I.. I... I just.. I’m... I only—”

A hungry growl cut her off. Shale’s thighs spread and his hands fell to her hips, jerking her upwards to give himself space. And without notice, he sank himself between her thighs, his thick length buried within her depths.

Ase let off a sharp gasp, excitement overtaking her body as her fingers grasped at the bed sheets below her.

His withdrawal was just as sudden, and in moments he was reeling against her, fucking her with an intensity and desperation she hadn’t seen in months. Again and again he thrust, his movements sharp and merciless.

Her soft pants from earlier grew quickly into loud cries, her fingers and toes tensing as her tail looped in knots. That edge that had seemed so distant, then seemed impossible, was growing so close, so fast. Pleasure overtook her senses, her body gripping in places and curling in others, completely beyond her control.

Shale knew those sounds, knew the feel of her body. His hands slid up her middle, and with a rough yank, he pulled her tiny frame to his own, her head settling into his chest. One arm crossed over her breasts and the other found her mound, his fingers searching out her clit as his hips began to rock again.

Ase nearly screamed. Her hands found his arms, her fingers digging down so tight that her claws, filed and smooth as they were, nearly pierced his flesh. Her feet dug into the mattress and she bucked against him as hard as she could, her back arching against his grip and her tail twisting in circles.

Shale only fucked her harder. His fingers pawed at her stiff nub in quick circles as his throbbing length stuffed her little body. His mind was a daze, his body its own animal. At this point, he didn’t even know if he was dreaming, just that his body needed hers and it was going to take it. And take it he did. His hips smacked loudly against her bottom and his grip on her body grew tighter, every inch of his flesh focused on filling hers.

It wasn’t long before a loud, strangled cry left Ase’s throat. Every muscle tensed, from her jaw to the ends of her fingers to the tips of her toes. Her back bent so harshly it felt like she would break, her claws digging and dragging over Shale’s flesh. Had he stopped his movement, she might have managed some control, but he only seemed to take her harder, his heavy breath dropping to a low growl.

Before her climax could even wane, Shale rolled over on top of her. His legs spread and he leaned into her body, propping himself on just one elbow as the other hand stayed busy between her thighs.

Ase let out a loud squeal, her body still rigid. Even as her climax waned, she could feel the next approaching, her entire frame shaking with every mindless thrust. She could feel her arm stretching out, grasping his shoulder above her head. She could feel her legs spread between his own, her hips jerking against his body. All of it so disconnected, so ephemeral, yet so real. Each noise she made was followed so quickly by the next—a growl, a moan, a purr, some combination thereof. Each sound formed itself, made its way to his ears, all on its own.

Shale was in another realm entirely, his body and mind on very different planes. He still wasn’t sure if this was happening, or if the drugs had somehow come together to form the most incredible, most lucid dream. Somewhere in the back of his mind, it occurred to him that there was no one helping him fuck her, that she wasn’t being sandwiched between himself and some other hungry male, buried deep between her cheeks. It was probably real. Maybe. He didn’t really care. It felt amazing, her tight and warm little body helpless beneath his own. With every motion he wanted her more; with every thrust he craved the next three. He wanted to take her from every angle, in every entrance—her mouth, her cunt, her ass, everything. But this felt so good, he just couldn’t stop it. Wouldn’t stop it. Not until he couldn’t do it anymore.

And Ase didn’t want him to. She could feel it coming again, the next peak, a shock of pleasure so much more visceral than the last. This was so much better than when he slept. She had no idea what she’d been thinking. That was exciting, but nothing could top this, top his aggression and his power and his need. Every inch of her body burned for more. The scent of her need was as powerful, as plain to behold, as the bed beneath her body.

And then it happened. Shale felt his body tense, felt himself glide straight past the point of no return. He had no idea it was coming. So soon? How long had she been riding him? But it didn’t matter now. He couldn’t stop thrusting, couldn’t stop delving into her soft, soaked flesh.

Ase’s gasps and growls grew to loud, needy cries as he filled her so roughly, over and over, waves of pleasure overwhelming. Her skin was on fire, her mind ablaze, sensation bursting into her body with every hungry movement. It wasn’t long before she peaked again. Everything went stiff, every corner of her frame lost control. And it was so very much stronger than the last. Her voice rose and cracked, choked by her own muscles, her eyes rolling back and her ears flatting as her body was lost in pleasure.

Shale couldn’t help but slow his movements. He pressed as hard and deep as he could, savoring every twitch and clench of her body. In moments, every muscle in his body went rigid, from his head to his toes. Everything was focused on Ase, her body, her heat and pleasure. His hips ground so hard against her body, he feared he would break her, but there was no controlling himself now. With every squeeze of her flesh, his own body squeezed harder, volumes of hot, sticky seed bursting into her body, filling her, flooding her with five days of neglect.

By the time he collapsed on top of her, Ase was limp. She could feel his warmth, his seed, her body so full that it was leaking out over the covers. Her chest heaved, but nothing else would move, every inch of her frame completely exhausted. For the longest time, she just lay there, listening to him breath. Feeling his heart throb against her back, even as her own matched his in pace. When all was finally still, her body completely at rest, she smiled. “Mmm... Shale...”

Silence was all that came in reply.

After a short while, she arched an eyebrow. Her eyes opened, and she tried to see his face, but his head was resting on the pillow above her. Her fingers tapped at his shoulder. Nothing. “......Shale? ...Shale, you’re kind of squishing me. Are... are you...”

Nothing but his breath.

Ase frowned a bit. The feline scowled to herself. After a few moments of trying to wiggle out from under him, she gave up. Too heavy. “Shale. Shale, wake up. It isn’t easy to breathe down here, and I... oh, goddamnit. Fuck me. What a great idea this was.” Scowling, the feline sighed. Hopefully he didn’t sleep for another nine hours.