Morning Routine

Gloria jerked awake to the alarm on her phone, and proceeded to hit snooze. It would be three more alarms and thirty more minutes before the raccoon finally rose from her covers, letting the bedding slide down off her perky, round breasts. She stretched, yawned, and got up out of the bed to wander to her adjoining bathroom to shower. Gloria was twenty-eight and of healthy physique. Not fit, but not terribly pudgy; she was no model, but could definitely catch a male's eye if she wanted to. What some would think she lacked in a slightly below average cup size, she more than made up for with a tantalizingly round and supple rear. She was also followed by an unbelievably soft and voluminous tail, adorned with rings that were as black as her wild, flowing hair.

Gloria finished her shower, toweled off, and re-entered her room to dress. She didn't have work today, so she opted for simple t-shirt and sweatpants, then sat down at her computer. She checked her e-mail, browsed youtube, and generally just blew through an hour doing nothing important. Then it happened again. It started the same as it always did, a momentary glance at some picture or phrase, just enough to stick in her mind. In this case, it was a passing advertisement for a beach resort. It had a happy canine couple, with a happy young puppy son, in cute little swim trunks. Gloria clicked away, still looking for something else, but it was too late. The heat was starting to build in her loins, her breath grew heavier, and she just couldn't get the pup or his trunks out of her head. All the raccoon girl's previous trains of thought ground to a halt one by one, and she looked over to the window. The blinds were closed and curtain drawn, as usual. She got up and locked the bedroom door, then went and got a towel from the bathroom and laid it on the seat of the chair before sitting down again. She opened her virtual private network program, waited for it to connect, then opened a new browser window.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, typing from muscle-memory the web address for one of several sites she knew had what she wanted. Her first stop was an image host, a repository of not-safe-for-work visual content, and she entered search tags that rewarded her with page upon page of cub and teen boys. Some were clothed, most weren't, and she opened a few promising pics in different tabs. A skinny cat boy sitting in bed with morning wood, a strapping young colt unzipping his jeans to show off his horsecock, a rabbit holding his erect rod toward the screen. That last one especially held Gloria's attention, because she could tell someone else was holding the camera, and it was presented as a 'point-of-view' angle. She gazed longingly at the cub cock, and imagined it was pointing at her, right in her face! The raccoon swiftly pulled her sweats down past her knees and began rubbing herself, sucking on her other hand's finger. She imagined the young hare was stroking the cute cock in her face. She began wondering what it tasted like.

Instantly, her interest shifted, and she returned her hands to her keyboard and mouse. A few more well-practiced key strokes later, she was at a webcam site, and navigated to her favorite feed, titled 'Secret Eden live shows.' By some luck, she had gotten there just as the stream started, and watched a young gray tabby cat sitting on a bed next to an adult tigress, who's pregnant belly swelled almost past her heavy breasts. “Hi there!” the tigress exclaimed, “its me, Claire, and I've got my cute little baby-daddy, Alvin with me again!”

“H-hi...” the feline timidly responded, waving to the camera. GOD he was adorable, and his hard cubby dick was gorgeous! Claire kissed him on the cheek and he seemed to relax.

“Okay,” she continued, “I've got this stud-muffin for about an hour before his mom comes to pick him up. Lets see if we can tire him out before she can have her way with him, too!” She giggled playfully. Gloria clicked and made a $20 donation, and typed in the stream chat. The tigress squinted at her screen and smiled. “We have our first request for twenty bucks! Thanks, 'Ringtailz'! It says... 'Give that kitty's cock a good tongue-kissing!'” The tabby visibly stiffened, and he started blushing. His partner licked her lips and said, “Mmmm~, sounds yummy!” before turning to the cub and saying, “You heard em, honey bunch!” Without further delay, the larger feline leaned over and supped on her lover's member. Her tongue swirled and lapped against his shaft and his face was a bright red expression of adorable bliss!

Gloria's hands were once again at her crotch and mouth, furiously rubbing herself while suckling her fingers. She focused her hearing on the young cat's moans and grunts, fantasizing about having the adorable cub in her room. Having his dick in her mouth. Claire turned her head to try and read the chat window still sucking. She pulled off slightly and said “He's thirteen, and yes, this is his baby. Mnnnmm-mm-mmlah~! I was his birthday present~.” Gloria's race reddened and she felt a fire beneath her cheeks. The Tigress' bold boasting of getting knocked up by a pubescent birthday boy was so taboo! So wrong! So HOT!!

Another request came in, and Claire slapped Alvin's cock on her tongue a couple times before she turned and read it. “Fifty dollars, thanks 'CondomCracker'!” She paused, then smiled—revealing strangely sharp and long teeth—turning to the cub, “they want me to ride you, baby. That okay?” Gloria felt her heart skip a beat, then shot her eyes at a set of drawers next to her desk. She flung one open and pulled out a floppy, silicon phallus-toy. She started using it immediately, slipping it in with barely any effort.

“Yeah, I'd like that, too.” Alvin replied, his face red and sweaty. Claire hit a button and the camera view switched. The angle was now higher and showed more of the king-size bed. Alvin crawled in toward the center and laid on his back, and Claire walked on all fours up to him. They shared a deep, passionate kiss, which Gloria was sure made her pussy twitch. The tigress than mounted her tiny partner's cock and began bouncing. Both cats moaned out affectionately, and they were in perfect view of the camera. Claire grabbed her bouncing tits and Alvin's hands rubbed against her huge baby-bump, his fingers running through the soft belly fur. Our horny raccoon vigorously and noisily pumped her toy in and out of her gushing pussy. Her face was in a shameful state, her cheeks were bright red, she was sweaty, her jaw was slack and allowed her tongue to hang out and drool on her shirt. Her eyes were half-hooded and glazed over, completely lost in perverse, carnal hunger.

“Mmm~! Ahh~! Ahh fuck~!” Claire shouted out, “I think the cutie's gonna cum! Where do you want it, gang?!” Gloria was too caught up in her own pleasure to reach for the keyboard. Moments later, the tigress said, “down my throat? FUCK YEAH~! C'mere, hot stuff!” She rolled off of the tabby and immediately pulled him up onto her chest. Alvin, overcome by fast-approaching orgasm, instinctively grabbed the Tigress' head and fucked her face at full speed! Her eyes could be seen rolling back in her head, and she took a firm, two-hand grip of his cute little butt! Gloria took the dildo out of her nethers and started ramming it in her mouth, her other hand fingering her sopping wet folds on auto-pilot. Tears streaked down the raccoon's burning red face as her ability to breath became a secondary priority in her body after sexual satisfaction.

After several seconds of swabbing the tigress' throat, the young stud yelped and shot his load straight down her gullet. Claire gagged and gulped and lapped her tongue against her baby-daddy's twitching balls! Meanwhile, Gloria's thighs quaked and jerked in the throes of an explosive orgasm—exponentially intensified by her asphyxiation—and she coughed out the dildo while she rode it out. Slowly, her body relaxed and slumped into her chair. Sweat, spittle, and copious amounts of pussy juices soaked into the towel on her seat. After regaining her breath, her mind was still in a haze. She couldn't pay attention to what was going on with the stream, and closed the browser. She sat up from her chair and tossed the soiled towel in a hamper, but as she stood there, sweaty and naked, her heat hadn't completely gone away. Her hand idly drifted to her dripping wet slit, and she realized she was biting her lip. Once wasn't going to be enough, today.

Gloria turned to her closet doors, her eyes locked-on to one spot in particular, as if she could clearly see through the faux-wood slats. She practically flung open the folding doors and moved aside a clutch of purposefully placed hanging coats to reveal an unmarked cardboard box. It was around three and a half feet tall and almost that wide, but shallow enough to be hidden behind her clothes. She pulled at one velcro-stuck end to open the front flap outward, and the raccoon's mouth began watering. Inside the box was a life-size doll with the anatomically correct proportions of a young boy-cub. There were other compartments in the box, such as a selection of ears, tails, and of course, penises. Said penises were fully functional cumming dildos, stored next to a supply of scented—and edible—goo bottles. The doll was clothed in children's attire Gloria had bought under the pretense of shopping for a relative's son; blue jean shorts, red and white stripe polo, white sneakers, and of course, tight little briefs.

She picked up the fuck toy, mildly grunting from its weight. It as made of some super-revolutionary new substance—Pheln... Phlern... Peth... Something really long beginning with 'P'—that had the flexibility, pliancy and weight of real flesh that made it the perfect sex doll material! Gloria laid it on her bed and crawled up on top of it. There was a hole in the featureless muzzle of the face meant for penile insertion, but our pervy raccoon figured it worked just as well for practice kissing. She poked her tongue in the gummy orifice of the doll's 'mouth', Cradling its head and bringing one of its 'hands' up against her breast. Her hips wiggled and shifted as she worked herself up, and her still-naked pussy was practically pouring out love-juices onto her bedding. Gloria planted a kiss on the doll's cheek, then its neck, and kept getting lower and lower until she was kissing and licking the front of its shorts. She was about to pull off the garment but halted. In her haste, she had forgotten to equip her surrogate boytoy with a penis. The raccoon impatiently ran back to the box, grabbed a girthy but still child proportionate phallus, and a bottle of 'natural' flavored goo. She hurried back to the bed, flipped over the doll, and emptied the goo bottle into her little lover's reservoir. Flipping it back over, she undid its cute little shorts, pulled aside the front flaps of its briefs, and plugged in its 'fun gun.'

Climbing back on the bed, Gloria immediately went to town, licking, kissing and sucking the surrogate cock, meanwhile furiously rubbing her jealous pussy. She pulled the shorts down more, and saw the doll's now-goo-filled balls bulging through its underwear. Our insatiable raccoon couldn't help but get her drooling mouth all over that squishy, juicy orb of pseudo-semen. She reached in and pulled it through a leg-hole of the briefs and greedily sucked at the skin-like sac while stroking the dildo-penis. Gloria pulled away from the scrotum and reached her other hand back behind the doll, looking for something. While she groped around, she muttered aloud, “cum for me, sweetie. Be a big boy and cum for me. I want your yummy cummy in my tummy.” She found what she was looking for, a squeeze-pump! Gloria frantically gripped and squeezed the small, ovular device and jerked the dildo against her tongue. After a few seconds to build pressure, she was finally rewarded with thick, slimy, musky goo bursting in her mouth and face. The raccoon's cheeks burned bright red and her nostrils flared as she savored the fake boy-cum like a truly shameful pervert. She let out a loud gulp, and short belch, before telling the doll it was a, “good boy~!”

Before she even cleaned off her face fully, Gloria crawled up and mounted the doll-cock. Her needy pussy easily slipped over the small toy phallus, and she ground her crotch on it like a thing possessed. It didn't reach very far in her, but it wasn't physical sensation that Gloria lusted for. It was the thrill of the forbidden. The sheer taboo of such flagrant deviance from what society found acceptable. If her family, or anyone else she knew, or her place of work found out about any of this, she'd lose everything! Her livelihood, her relationships, even her very freedom was put at risk the more she indulged in this. But she couldn't stop, even if she often wanted to.

She flung off her shirt, her perky tits jiggling with her gyrations, and looked down at the little cub-doll. She let her eyes linger on its adorable little shirt and shorts, and filled in the rest in her head. She fantasized that she was a cat-burglar, having just infiltrated and picked clean this quiet suburban apartment. She thought the house was empty, until she saw this little morsel, and decided the real prize would be to steal his virginity! She imagined him grunting and moaning underneath her, wearing an adorable mix of fear and ecstasy on his face. She imagined he called for help, called for his mommy, and she responded aloud with “don't worry, cutie-pie. I'll be your mommy, now~!”

Gloria rolled over and grabbed the doll's firm little booty while shoving its face in her cleavage. She pumped its hips against her, emulating thrusting motion, and moaned out “Ahhn~! That-a-boy! Fuck Me! Fuck your new mommy~!” Her other hand reached and grabbed the squeeze-pump, and she imagined the doll saying something along the lines of, (Wuuaahh! Something's happening! Something's coming out!), to which she replied out loud with, “Fuck yeah, baby! Cum in mommy! Give mommy that fuckin baby-batter~!” Gloria squeezed the device, causing the dildo to shoot its viscous load inside her. On top of everything else, the goo also served as a lubricant, and as the imaginary boy-cub popped his cherry inside our filthy-minded raccoon lass, the friction and sensation were drastically enhanced. 

Almost instantly, she lost control of herself again. She grabbed the doll's rubbery buttocks with both hands and madly worked its groin against hers, grunting through her bared teeth. The jostling caused the squeeze-pump-device to swing into Gloria's slack mouth, and she mindlessly began biting and chewing on it. More and more cum-lube poured out into her burning nethers as she rolled over once more and violently humped the doll from on top. The fantasy was gone, her brain was caught in a fever of primal urges and she couldn't even remember her own name if you asked. Finally, after the doll's supply of goo was long exhausted, Gloria's hips shook and her hoarse, guttural moans were muffled by the pump in her mouth. After a few seconds, it fell from her teeth, and the raccoon slumped over on her back, panting. The bedding was a disaster area, but nothing that couldn't be put through a machine wash. Her fur was matted from head to toe with all previously mentioned fluid substances, and the air in the room suddenly felt very cold.

Gloria peeled herself off the excessively musky bed and wobbled over to the bathroom for her second shower that morning. Afterward she put everything she soiled in a wash and returned to put away her 'toys.' When all evidence was removed from the scene, a loud gurgle echoed off the walls, and the raccoon rubbed her stomach with a hand. It was time to eat something other than fake cum.