"The Tigress and The Poet: Catchpule Station 2"
by
Vanticar peered out over the shuttle landing deck, He
watched the people coming and going. One wolf stepped out
of the large transport shuttles and stretched his arms,
breathing deeply as if to signify he was now somehow free.
The wolf wore a hat that Vanticar noticed immediately it
was the insignia of the Sunrise Train, now that was
uncommon. But uncommon was the order of the day, every day,
on Catchpule Station.
The Wolf proceeded to the customs stations and disappeared
from his view. He breathed out slowly and shifted his gaze
to a strange cloaked figure passing nervously through the
crowded deck. Vanticar could smell her from here, a
Tigress, trying to mask her scent and appearance with a
dark brown cloak. A Growl slowly filled the grey haired
wolf's throat as he eyed the figure, he would have to keep
his eye on that one.
People came to this station to disappear, it was a station
of the lost, those seeking a new path to follow, and
however they found it as long as they kept the peace
Vanticar didn't care.
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The blank page stared back at Dallan as he tried to figure
out something to put on it. He had been blank for days and
this wasn't helping. He reached over and slowly took a sip
of his Delvian Tea; it tasted terrible. Dallan was a wolf,
his light brown fur gave away his southern-cluster
heritage. He had lived on the station for more then a few
years, he found it peaceful here amongst the outcasts and
strangers. He scratched a line or two into the page and
then growling to himself tore the page out of the small
book and threw it across the room towards a waste basket on
the other side of the promenade restaurant.
People walked slowly by, looking into the shops and talking
to their friends. The restaurant was all but empty, the
humans were gone, the wolves and cats too, gone to wherever
they went in the day, leaving Da las alone with his
writing. He couldn't get anything to work, anything to come
together. It was a nightmare and he had to hold himself
back from throwing the entire book across the room.
He slowly sighed to himself, calming himself down, taking
the pen he returned to the matter at hand. Slowly, as he
did, a Tigress slowly walked by. She wore a long dark brown
cloak, trying to mask her appearance and scent from as many
as she could. Slowly she turned her head to the wolf in the
restaurant and stopped sharply. Her body responded
immediatly, her eyes closed gently in thought of heat and
warmth cascading over her hot body, a hand idely rolled up
her chest and then stopped suddenly, she slowly revealed
her head gently, and ignored the faces that turned, she
smiled gently and moved over to the wolf.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to interrupt" she swallowed
quickly, thinking she had spoken out of place worried she
might lose the wolf seated in front of her.
Da las looked up quickly, he swallowed and forced a smile
"no, you're not, please," he said motioning to the chair in
front of him.
She smiled gently and sitting down she parted her legs
gently, letting her smooth sex spread itself as she gently
and lightly spread her cloak to reveal herself lightly, but
only under the table, she gently returned her hands to the
table and lightly ran her fingers gently over his paper,
lightly reaching his hands. Da las swallowed gently as he
could smell and feel her heat close to him, not touching,
but he sat there thinking about her body, her breasts
underneath the folds in her clothes. She licked her lips
gently as she gently rubbed up and down Da las hand,
gently rubbing and caressing, he knew she had exposed
herself to him, to give him her scent as she smiled to him.
Her soft warm fur gently streaked with red and gold as she
smiled.
She suddenly looked at him pleadingly. "Please", she moaned
gently, leaning in across the table she gently licked at
his muzzle. I love a poets hands, she licked his chin
again lightly as she moaned lightly, looking into his eyes,
another gentle moan as she lowered his hands beneath the
table, and lightly, helped his fingers towards her warm hot
sex. "please."
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He gave a quick small gasp as his fingers gently began to
rub her light fur, he breathed slowly and gently as he
lightly explored her sex lightly tracing the soft warm fur
with his fingers, the softness surprised him as he gently
and lightly felt her wetness as it soaked his fingers and
the fur around her warm sex, he watched her closely as she
moaned, her eyes closing lightly, he could feel her heart
racing as he gently and lightly rubbed and caressed her
warmth.
She couldn't help it, she moaned as her legs opened
completely. He stopped suddenly, drawing his fingers away
from her, she smiled a sorry to him as she closed her legs
a little to hide herself from anyone else, gently, she took
his had and pulled it back to her heat, he didn't resist.
He let himself be drawn, rolling his fingers back as she
smile, moving a hand to caress his chest through his
cloths. She moaned again as he found her sweet nub, he
lingered there, teasing it with his fingers, rubbing and
caressing it and pinching it gently before he ran his
fingers lightly back to her sex. She moaned again and
relaxed back "please".
He gently felt for the warmth and source of her river,
gently litting his fingers spread into her as she slowly
and gently pushed into her warm pussy, pushing in slowly
and gently, caressing warmly inside of her, teasing her
heat as his fingers lightly and gently caressed up and down
inside her body, she stifled a moan as she opened her robe
and let him catch a glimpse of her round breasts, the
nipples already hard as she let out a deeper moan, she
tried to stifle it but it was too much, his fingers worked
in and out as he watched her, intranced by her movements.
His fingers pushing in deeper, he found her G-spot as she
lay her head down on the table to close her eyes, moaning
as she gripped his coat in her hands, pulling at him as she
groned gently, his fingers in deep and hard, rubbing and
caressing inside of her, he let his thumb lightly rub over
her hard clit, pushing in on it, she closed her eyes
tightly, her body began to shake as he could feel his
fingers soaked with her juices. Covering his hand.
He smile gently, she weakly and lightly reached down,
taking his hand slowly she helped his soaked fur to her lips
and licked it off gently, she smiled gently to him as she
straightened herself up, smiling to him "thank you", as she
gently reached in and kissed him.
"Do you have a place to stay?" he said horsely, still
intranced by her actions, she smiled, shaking her head
gently. "no" she whispered. "you can stay with me."
Her face brightened and she smiled, closing her legs and
wrapping herself up in her cloak as she smiled gently.
"Thank you, my name is Marissa", she said, gazing warmly
into his eyes.
He stood up gently, "I'm Dallan the Poet." He collected his
things and then reached down and helped her to her feet,
she smoothed out her cloak with an idle hand as she leaned
against him, purring gently, she clung to him gently,
looking around slowly, a hand bringing up the cloak around
her head as she re-gained her composure, moving with him
nearly graciously as people passed by idely, watching the
couple from half opened doors and quiet corners.
They moved slowly down the hallways, moving slowly from the
bright lights down into the darker depths of the station.
They moved up to a old door. Dallan pushed a hand against
it slowly and it beeped with a gentle blue light and opened
slowly, he smiled back to the Tigress, her lips parted
gently as they entered, the door closed behind them with a
swish and a half-broken light flickered on over the soft
bed. Warm furs rolled across it, gentle reds and blues
danced across the room as a gentle scent of ink and musk
filled the room. Dallan smiled softly "Be it ever so
humble.." as he turned around his eyes came up with hers,
her naked body flowed out before him, the soft gentle
curves of her slender hips, the lightly flowing tuffs of
hair and deep golden fur which hung tigly and sensuously to
her body. She moaned again softly, she pushed up and kissed
him softly, moaning as his leg came between hers and rubbed
against her sex, she moaned as her delicate hips began to
thrust slowly against him, he kissed her deeper and
passionately as her moans increased, her hips moving faster
and warmer. She moaned again and closed her eyes, Dallan
didn't move, he held her close to his chest and rubbed her
back and hair softly and gently as she satiated her lust on
his leg, he had never known a female to do this and was
unable to look away as her body thrusted against his leg,
moving faster and harder she moaned harder, beads of sweat
broke out across her forehead and her back, rolling down
her tail as it flowed back and forth slowly and gently in
the air, waiving slowly and softly. She kissed his chest
softly as her thighs moved faster and harder against his
leg, pushing her heat unto him harder, rubbing her clit
hard as she clinged to him, forcing her body against his as
she moved faster and harder, stronger and warmer as he
pushed against her. She had enough, she moaned loudly and
exploded, falling against him softly, moaning she smiled up
to him, kissing his chest softly.
"should I...." Dallan began, "should I draw you a bath?" she
only smiled and shook her head, moving away from him
slowly, her hands on his hands as she reached out and
kissed them softly and gently, lightly with her lips,
tasting his light fur. She drew her gentle form over slowly
and softly to the bed, rolling gently in the soft covers as
she spread her legs slowly for him to see, then reaching
over, she grabbed up a dirty ink bottle and a brush,
beckoning him to her.
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Dallan was lost, his mind ran and he had no idea what had
happened to him. Her scent was intoxicating, he couldn't
resist, and the words came from somewhere inside her and He
obayed her without either of them releasing a breath. He
took the brush, and moving down, felt the words he wanted
come into him. Slowly, he dipped the brush and began to
write on her chest. The gentle ink slowly rolled across her
chest, writing slowly, the tigress smiled gently and began
to remove his cloths letting out his rough grey coat. He
wrote slowly across the gentle swell of her large breasts,
rolling the brush over her still hard nipples, the ink
leaving black lines across the golden sheen of her fur.
The poem worked its way across her fur and body, she
massaged his scalp and sung softly to him, the gentle
sound rolling across them as the gentle poetry crissed and
crossed across her supple body. The curves and hills moved
slowly, his head flowing starting to roll gently as he
worked on her naked form, she smiled, she moaned with each
flick of the brush as Dallan wrote soft caresses across her
midrift, she moaned and let a hand trail across her nipples
as she watched him, rubbing slowly and softly, trying not
to smudge anything as she smiled gently. Her naked body
heated up with each stroke, she could barely wait until he
reached her warmth and she would get his release.
The room heated up, more and more as he trailed around her
belly button, her hips pumped slowly as she thought about
it, her lips parted and she slipped in a soft finger,
sucking it slowly as she tingled with desire, the brush
moved slowly, then stopped. She had waited so long, and now
she felt his tongue lapping at her pussy, tasting her
sucking at her as she moaned, "yes" she panted softly.
"sign me, make me yours." He licked and sucked at her warm
inviting sex. Her thighs parted further to allow him to
push his long tongue deeper into her warmth, she moaned
rubbing his hair back as his tongue lapped at her hot
warmth as her fur beaded again with sweat, her scent
increased and it rolled around him as his body rubbed
against her, she caressed down his back, beckoning him up
unto her, he obayed, moving up her slowly, hovering over
her.
"Fuck me" she asked slowly and softly "please", and Dallan
wouldn't disappoint her. Slowly he pushed his member to her
hot and throbbing sex, slowly pushing it inside her
throbbing wet pussy. She screamed softly and clenched at
his body as her juices were forced out, smudging and
smearing as she moaned harder and deeper. "oh yes, fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me" her hips pumped without effect, trying to
get his hard member to slide deeper into her gaping sex,
she pushed against him, trying to get it out of him, but
the poet never moved, he looked down at her, she moaned as
her naked body writhed underneath him. Her eyes came open
slowly, gently she gazed up at him. "please, please fuck
me," he simply smiled and stroked back her hair, she moaned
as her sex throbbed and juiced more and more at the need
for his strong cock to move inside her hot sex. She gazed
up at him, moaning, she whispered softly to him please
she said simply.
He smiled, and kissing her gently, pumped his powerful hips
pushing his member deep into her throbbing hot pussy, she
thrust against every hot movement as he speared into her
throbbing hot sex, slamming into her, spearing her deep and
strong as he slammed into her, warm and hot, deep and hard
the juices pumped in and out, she cried out as her back
arched warmly and hotly as his speed increased inside of
her body. He could feel her heat rising as she moaned and
cried out, her breasts rolled across his chest leaving
smeared ink as she cried out, grabbing at him, trying to
get him in deeper as he pushed into her, thrusting in and
out faster and harder as he pushed against her, pushing her
down into the bed. The tigress screamed as she was pounded
into, her screams were soon replaced by hard moans as she
closed her eyes, her hands rubbing her own breasts, tugging
hotly and hard at her tits as she wrapped her legs around
him, she moaned again as he pumped and thrust into her hot
spread sex, the sweat and juice soaking the bed.
It was too much, they pumped and thrust in and out harder,
faster, warmer, sliding in and out slamming into her harder
and faster, her juices built up inside her, they moaned
together. She screamed as her orgasm hit, exploding hot
warm juice bathing him, milking him as he came, filling her
with his seed.
Dallan was losing his battle, he fell over unto the bed,
and blacked out.
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The sun rose slowly over Catchpule station, the Poet Dallan
woke slowly, finding himself in his own bed, the warm
covers wrapped around him, he rubbed his forehead, and felt
the steam still rolling from his shower room.
Dallan held his head softly, he was alone as he stood,
wrapping a house coat around himself as he moved over to
his desk, there he picked up a series of pages, written in
another hand, but his own words. A lipstick kiss at the
end, and a gentle thank you.
Dallan smiled to himself gently, and remembered the
Tigress. And somewhere across the station Vanticar flipped
through a security report, he stopped when he found a day
old statement that showed a missing millionaire Tigress who
wandered off with a Poet. He smiled gently to himself, and
deleted the file, letting her disappear softly into the
Station.
- The End -
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