Commission: Flying Too Close to the Sun
Story by Kaizer Ryu
I managed to get this one mostly done before going away for several weeks. I came back and was able to touch it up in a relatively short amount of time. I simply LOVE this one, since it's got so many themes I <3
Impregnation, hyperism, cuckolding, furry, role reversal, extremely excessive cum, and corruption all come together into a hefty monster of a story, that surpasses my previously longest work by two pages.
Story
The low thrum of the bass filled the club as Icara lounged at the bar, foot tapping to the rhythm softly. The buxom puma’s elbows rested on the bar top, those brown eyes scanning the crowd lazily as shi enjoyed hir drink. Tonight was one of those nights where shi knew what shi wanted and was willing to wait for it. Some days a quick romp with whatever came along to get hir rocks off was all shi was really wanted, but the predator was stirring in hir this evening. For nigh on an hour shi’d watched couples, groups, and singles enter, pair up, fool around, switch about, and head back to their boring lives. None of them called to hir. It was easy to pick out the sluts, even when they weren’t hitting on hir. When there was no way to hide the extra bits the herm had under what should have been loose jeans this place offered up no shortage of potential suitors. There were the mid-life crisis types, the wannabes, the wallflowers dragged out of their comfort zone by their friends. The feline watched as they were pounced upon by hir peers, the hypers like hirself that had learned how and where to find the means to sate their rampant libidos with willing partners. They could have them. The roiling in hir balls wanted something else tonight, a special type that made Icara purr at just the thought of them.
Shi gave a cursory glance at a new batch of females entering the club like shi had every other one. Girls night out, it looked like. With a grin and a sip shi glanced away, filing them under their respective categories. The badger was a real MILF, curves everywhere and eyes that plainly stated she knew what she was doing. Under her arm was a blushing fox, already a bit hammered and clearly the reason for the occasion. A lapine slut showing off those ripe melons and the tag-along friend of a sheep didn’t really pique the feline’s interest either. But after a glimpse of the last one shi nearly did a double take before remembering hirself. It wasn’t any one thing shi could point to, but what shi’d learned over the years in evaluating the whole package at a glance. Cute, even sexy as the housecat laughed and chatted with her friends, it was a dozen subtle signs that set her apart from every other female in the club. Icara didn’t even need a sniff to know a female in heat when shi saw one. The sway of those hips, the glint in those eyes, the twitch of that tail…subconscious acts even the most vigilant could hardly hide, she was broadcasting. She knew what she wanted, no, needed, and was seeking one daring enough to try and take it. The second glance also caught the metal glint on her finger, the confident gaze that for a moment caught the puma’s own betraying not a hint of trepidation. There was no mistaking it.
Jackpot.
And so the game was afoot. One like Icara was perfectly at home with it, hir instincts made for the subtle dance of the ambush. Maintaining the ruse of disinterest, leaving hirself no more or less noticeable than the bar shi leaned on, shi spent much of the next half hour watching hir quarry. Several eager males sought to claim the prize burning in that sexy midriff, only to be snubbed in the way only a feline could muster. It was a classic tactic, using friends as a convenient excuse to weed out the more boring and uninventive types.
The round of drinks that appeared at their chosen table, selected based on what they’d been enjoying the rest of their get together, carried no name with it. The cute waiter had been given a nice tip to keep the benefactor anonymous, the gaggle of girls glancing about to try and spy their mysterious patron. Only the cat seemed to guess right, sparing a cool glance in Icara’s direction in between playing along. Attentive as well as discerning. If the puma were more paranoid shi might have thought the object of hir desire had come there for hir all along. Several more minutes ticked by as the ladies sought to convince the shy fox to dance, Icara finishing hir drink about that time and sashaying over to the dance floor among several other denizens of the club.
The thumping rhythms and lights matched hir own heartbeat as shi flowed around, picking new partners at random and giving them a whiff of hir perfume-blunted musk. Every so often shi spied on hir mark, noticing the lapine drag the fox over while the rest of them followed in amusement. With the grace and subtlety of a predator in hir element Icara found her way to the dancing pair just as the fox seemed to be getting into it. The lapine gave hir a look and a head tilt, as if suggesting
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