Girl Watching

It was about 1 in the morning.  Thankfully, it was the weekend, so Eclypse didn’t have to worry about getting her hard-working friend Torsten back home in time before he turned into a pumpkin.  No, not really, but he needed his beauty sleep on days he had to be up for work in the morning.  

It had taken the sassy skunk a couple weeks to finally convince her friend that the idea of spending an evening at one of her favorite nightclub spots was a good idea.  It also happened to be one of the rare nights there was a burlesque show happening!  Maybe it was all plotted out this way.  Only one person knew for sure, and she wasn’t about to confess!

Over the course of the evening, Eclypse had been steadily supplying Tor with a fresh drink from time to time, too.  So while the wolf-lion wasn’t drunk by any means, little by little she’d gotten him loosened up and tipsy enough to be socially lubricated.  Once she knew she’d gotten him to a comfy point of inebriation, she escorted him to a booth to relax, and slowly sip on their current adult beverages while checking out the dance floor, and waiting for the floor show.

It also meant there was plenty of space in the shadows, and privacy.  No one would be able to hear what the pair of them were saying to each other over the thumping bass enveloping the club.  She was feeling like a wicked little tease tonight, and it was about to become Torsten’s problem.  Cozying up and conforming to his left side, she drew his arm around her waist and rested his hand on her hip while she scanned the dance floor.  Off to one side, there was a fox in very casual attire; red hoodie, white t-shirt, relaxed-fit jeans and some cute strap sandals so her pawpads had a thin layer of protection between them and the floor.  Not really dancing, just chatting and laughing with her friends.  But she knew Torsten’s various types by now, and it wasn’t long before her nose and lips were against his ear.

“Hey.  Hey, Tor.  Over there on the left of the dance floor, leaning on the rails.  Y’see her?  Fox in a red hoodie.  She kinda reminds me of that gal you told me about once, that you sat next to on the bus.”  A little reference between them, a story he’d told her once about a very lewd fantasy he’d had about a girl sitting beside him on the public bus.  And how he let it just stay as a thought and didn’t act on it in the slightest, not even asking her for a coffee!

The skunk gave a husky little giggle right in his ear, and draped her tail across his lap so no one was able to see her rest a hand on the left thigh of his jeans - except for her.  The pressure was very deliberate, and the little shift and wiggle she got out of him in reply was exactly what she was looking for.

“Yeah.  She’s cute,” came the admittedly short reply.  But she was close enough to feel his body temperature go up a few degrees as he blushed.

“Oh, c’mon~”  She wasn’t making this any easier with the way she was rubbing up on him.  “You can do better than that!  What would you do with her, if you had 30 minutes alone and total consent?”  Once her words sunk in, she felt his jeans start to fill out underneath her hand, as he began to expand down his left leg within the confines of the denim.  “No one can hear you but me,” she cooed as an incentive.  “This place is way too loud for that.  We may as well not even exist.”

The combination of liquor and hormones, combined with her encouragement - and the heat of his friend’s breath directly in his ear was just enough to make things click into place in his mind, and successfully repress his shyness.  Sure, the blush might be there, but he didn’t choke on his words or try to downplay it.  He knew Eclypse wasn’t going to accept evasive answers, so he might as well give in to his fantasy.  “I need those jeans out of the way.  Yank them down, if they rip then so be it,” he said, with a low growl in his voice that sent a shiver down the skunk gal’s spine.  He was kinda hot when he got into the moment~  “I want to hold her wrists, and just…devour her.  Pin her down with my face and work my tongue all over and inside her until she squeaks for me.”

Feeling him fully hard now, Eclypse started gently kneading that ridge in Tor’s jeans.  Making sure that he couldn’t have enough blood to fuel both his coherent thoughts up above and his lusty ones down below.  Keeping things where she felt they belonged.

“Not bad, fluffy boi.  A lot of the reason I like you is because you’re so selfless in bed.  Always putting who you’re with above you in terms of pleasure.  But these are your fantasies, tonight.  Be indulgent~”  Her eyes scanned the floor again.  Closer to them, almost like she was trying to hide in the corner.  Clearly, a designated driver for her more rowdy friends nearby.  Mouse girl, petite but very cute, wearing a tied-off t-shirt and some cutoff shorts that barely made it below her butt.  Some sneakers with crew socks finished the look.  “How about that one, there?  The mouse hiding in the corner.  She looks like she doesn’t even wanna be here.  What if she grabbed your hand and told her she’d do anything, if you’d get her out of here?  Would you even make it out of the alleyway?”

“...No,” he admitted, as the combined swirls of the alcohol in his brain and the lithe, black hand on his dick were working a dangerous combination.  She could feel the cadence of his heartbeat, his body heat, his knot’s outline.  He felt like he could bust out of his jeans at any given moment, but every throb earned him a firm squeeze, and a long palm-stroke.  Which in turn, fueled his words and pushed them past his brain-to-mouth filter without being checked.  “We’d get out the back door and I’d push her down to her knees…unzip...tip her head up so I could look in her eyes while I pushed my tip past her lips.”  Almost without realizing it, his fingers curled around Eclypse’s hip and gave it a pleasantly firm squeeze.  “Grab those big, cute ears at the base and just…pull.  Hard.”  As the word left his mouth, his hand tugged the skunk’s hips against his outer thigh.  “Fuck her face against the bricks.  She’d know she could stop me anytime she wanted, of course, but…nnnnnhhhh.  She wouldn’t want to.  Nudge into her throat and just unload, fff.  Then help her up, brush the debris and dirt off her knees, and make sure she gets home safe.”

“That last bit is so…you,” Eclypse cooed, gently scraping her teeth up the ridge of Tor’s ear, as her hips did a soft grind against his leg.  “Always the perfect little gentleman on the exterior.  Shame none of these girls but me knows about all those filthy thoughts between your ears.”  Giggle.  Rub.  Keeping him primed, firm and responsive; and picking up her pace a little while the burlesque show started.  On stage was a gorgeous calico cat.  Long, black hair.  Mostly white fur with blotches and splashes of orange and black.  One eye green, the other blue.  They were almost hypnotic.  A black corset led down to an ample pair of hips.  A little belly button was exposed before a big feathered skirt-tail and some black satin panties took over.  Gartered fishnet stockings and gloves to patch finished the ensemble, with a pair of heels that elevated the back of her feet but kept her toes on the floor.  She was smoking hot, and only got hotter as the outfit started to peel away, one bar of music at a time.  Swaying to a practiced dance routine, to the wolf-whistles of the crowd.  And as more bare fur got exposed, the throb in Tor’s pants got firmer.  More needy.

“What about her?”  Eclypse pointed at the stage dancer.  Ooh, dangerous territory.  He was obviously worked up, and this girl was clearly his favorite of the night.  The world’s best lie detector under her hand was making sure she was aware of that fact.  “What if you, of all furs, were pointed at, and led back into the private VIP booths by her?  ‘Mmh, you’re a big, soft boy, hm?  Normally they don’t allow touching, but…maybe I’ll make an exception.  Just for you~’”  The skunk was laying it on thick with that little impression, and her reward was additional twitching under her palm.  Her tempo increased, as well as her pressure.  He was close.  Like, very close.  Eventually the kitty in question on stage was wearing nothing but fishnets, heels and a smile as his words made their way past his lips.

“I want her, bad,” the fluffy hybrid admitted.  “I want to sit her in my lap, belly to belly.  Lift her hips up like they’re nothing.  Wrap her legs around my waist and just…drop her.  Let her weight drive me up into her belly.  Lick up her neck while she mewls.  Tug back on her hair.  I want to feel her cum, Eclypse, you have no idea…I need it…and once she was done writhing and bucking in me she’d get mine…”

“Go on,” came the husky whispered reply in his ear that locked in his fate.  “Cum inside her.  Do it raw, primal.  Make her feel that thick heat squirt and spread inside her little–”

“Nnnhhhffff!!...”

Her reply fantasy was interrupted by his throaty, guttural moan, and a devilish smile crept across her face as she peeked under her tail - and saw a dark spot start to form past his tip as his thick essence gushed out.  Biting down on her lower lip, she worked him just right, massaging his length and squeezing out every last drop until it flowed past his knee, and down towards the floor.  Panting in his ear a bit; she hadn’t expected him to be so pent up!  

“Naughty boy,” she chided, with obvious mirth and delight in her voice.  It wouldn’t be long before sage time set in, so she pressed a sweet kiss to his ear, followed by a second against his cheek while Tor caught his breath.  And as he caught a little bit of a draft from his now-wet pants, his eyes went wide and he basically sobered up on the spot.

“I can’t believe you just did that to me!” he said with a little huff, shaking his head.  And then it started to melt away into soft laughter, despite blushing a deep crimson out of embarrassment. There was no taking it back, so the more he reacted negatively to it, the worse his situation was going to get.  And he was smart enough to realize it, and roll with the punches.  Another reason the skunk was so fond of him, honestly~

“You were so into it, how could I not?”  Her reply was just as lighthearted.  “Besides, I really like the noises you make when you’re all worked up.  C’mon, let’s get you home and cleaned up, hm?”

“You’re gonna get it so bad when we get back to my place, I swear.”  He still sounded like he was processing everything that happened, but honestly, Tor had this sparkle in his eyes that was saying that if he had to repeat tonight with Eclypse, he wouldn’t change a thing; despite cumming in his pants.  And that playful, teasing, somewhat needy tone was creeping back into his voice.  And his smile.  Rrh.

“I sure as hell hope so~  So I’m gonna hold you to that!”

And, honestly, he wasn’t the only fur in the place who’d had a bit of an ‘accident’ to this particular cat.  But there was no mistaking what it was, as the damp, sticky denim stretched from his thigh all the way down to his ankle after he stood up and gravity pulled that drip downwards.  He just didn’t stand out quite as badly when there were at least fifteen similar…wardrobe malfunctions in the crowd.

The cat in question very much noticed, giving the pair of friends a lascivious look, licking her lips in Torsten’s direction as they made their way to the door.  She and Eclypse made eye contact.  The skunk gave a wink, received one back, and blew the attractive feline a kiss before ushering her tomato-faced fluffy friend out the door.  And she genuinely hoped her friend and the kitty girl bumped into one another in the future for a friendly chat.

For tonight?  Paybacks were gonna be the best kind of hell.