Re: Announce something weird/you`re ashamed at
I, Captain Fabulous of the S. S. CSTSF, have an announcement. Unlike cultr1's announcement, I'm actually making it myself.
I've made a couple comments about my furry tendencies, i.e. being a furry, but it never went further than the fairly tame artwork (by furry standards, anyway). Well, I think that's changing.
On February 13th, I was hanging out at my friend's place, playing through Dead Space 2 with him. We were having a good time, mostly making fun of the game. At one point he went upstairs to help his parents with some interior design choices, because yeah, he has opinions on interior design. I stayed downstairs, working my way through Chapter Four, and talking to his cat, like the crazy person that I am. She came over to sit on my lap and did that kneading thing that cats always do when they're ready to lie down, except she was doing it right on my groin. Her claws didn't reach through my jeans, so... it felt good.
I haven't had a girlfriend or sexual encounter in almost four years, guys. Just the sensation of someone other than me feeling my junk was enough to get me hard. At this point I was trying to ignore it and wait until she stopped it and sat down, but when she settled her warmth right down on my dick and started purring, I got even more aroused. I thought maybe I'd just keep playing and allow myself to enjoy it, just this once.
That didn't last long, though; I took my hand off the controller and started stroking her head, then her back, then her tail. Without even thinking this time, I was brushing her rear, more and more focefully. She gave a start, looked up at me, then pushed back on my fingers. I could tell she understood, and wanted it.
Maybe she wasn't spayed, or maybe that didn't suppress all sexual urges. I'm not a veternarian, I don't know.
I considered the situation very quickly. Nobody would be down here for a while, and nobody could ever tell. Just as I was reaching my decision, the cat stood up and raised her tail in front of me. This was it. We both knew what we wanted to do, except... I didn't know how I was going to do it. There's no way my anatomy could fit into hers without ripping something, so I did the next best thing while I desperately tried to think of a solution: I started to finger her vagina.
It felt like a human vagina, albeit slightly smaller. It was warm and soft; what more could I want? She started making short yowling noises as I did this. I was afraid my friend and his parents would hear it, but I didn't know how to quiet her. By now, she was growing impatient, so she just forced herself back onto my finger.
It might have all ended there, like that, but alas, I hadn't paused Dead Space 2. I really wasn't thinking about the game at all, but maybe I should have. Right then, a necromorph jumped out of a wall and attacked poor Isaac. Since I had been playing the game for a few hours, muscle memory took over when I heard the violin shriek and growling: my finger tried to pull LT. As some of you may know, there is no LT in a cat's vagina. As a result, she wasn't too happy about it, and jerked away from my hand.
After this, it was clear to me that we both wanted the real deal. I could tell from her body language she needed a real screwing. And you know what, fuck it, if we both want it, conseuquences be damned. As Isaac Clarke was being disembowled by space zombies, I picked her up and set her on the sofa so that I could remove my belt. I pulled my seven inch dick out, ready to seal the deal, when I heard a sharp cry from the doorway.
Oh shit, there was my friend's mom. I quickly tried to think of an explanation, but his mom got scared and she said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air."
I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait, I hear they prissy, booze, whine, all that. Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat? I don't think so! I'll see when I get there. I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air. Well uh, the plane landed and when I came out, there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightening disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say is that this cab was rare, but I thought "Man forget it - yo home, to Bel Air!"
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell ya later!" I looked to my kingdom; I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.