A/N: Hi guys this is my first story I've ever published on the site, so this late night reader is becoming a writer. I hope you like my story; it's about a girl in a very different world (maybe not too different) than the one we live in. There are not just people in this world there are anthro's (which means they are half human, half animal). The story below tells of a romance between a girl named Gail and a Werecat Damian.
Enjoy guys and comment :)
~LateNightReader121
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Chapter 1 – The Diner
Gail stretched in bed as the sun peeked through her window, just as she thought; the warm body that she slept with last night had slipped out of her apartment unnoticed in the middle of the night. Typical man, it didn't matter if he was pure human, mixed, or anthro they were all the same; willing to tell you all the sweet things you wanted to hear until they got in your pants.
She sat up in bed, her comforter bunching around her legs before she pulled it off and put her feet on the floor. The soft fibers of the carpet felt good between her toes, she got up and stretched again. Her naked body was silhouetted by the ever rising sun, which lit her small room. Her nipples shown as pebbles on her breasts from the cold air and tingling between her thighs; she was always horny in the morning, if only someone stayed around long enough to find out.
Hot water fell onto her tan skin like a sunny summer rain as she lathered her body with floral soap. She scrubbed away last night and... An–Andy ...maybe it was Andre? Whatever his name was she wanted the smell of his cologne off of her. Rinsing the suds from her body she shampooed her hair; her thoughts went back to last night.
It wasn't great sex, mediocre at best, but she got off which was better than not. Plus what's his name was pretty good looking; dark olive skin, golden eyes, toned muscles like a Greek sculpture. He defiantly had a little animal in him, probably dog; telling by the more than average hair on his body and his long tongue. And boy if there was a highlight of the night it was that tongue, Gail rubbed the same places he licked hours ago, circling her clit and let out a small moan. She teased her right breast, pinching and twisting the nipple.
Then she plunged a single digit into her hot crevice, lifting one leg to rest on the ledge in her shower. She found the spot inside herself that always made her cum quickly and stroked it slowly at first. Her breath was ragged form her ministrations, she brought her other hand down to her clit and began rubbing it in fast little circles.
Gail moaned loudly, she could feel her orgasm bubbling up inside her as she pumped herself with two fingers now, harder and faster. With a few more strokes her body went rigid, pussy walls clenched around her slippery fingers, and she let out a sound that was more like a growl than a scream as she found her release.
She turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and into a misty room. She wiped the mirror with her hand and smiled at herself, a dark haired girl with brown eyes smiled back. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped herself in it. Going into the living room and turning on the TV for some background noise, while she sauntered to the kitchen. She gazed into her fridge, what she found there was spoiled milk, a spit of creamer for her coffee, and an empty carton of eggs. It was settled she was eating out for breakfast today; hell it was Saturday. Why not?
Gail closed the fridge, as she towel dried her hair on her way back to her bedroom. The TV was droning on about some gadget that could do everything for the low, low price of $19.99 (plus shipping and handling).
Changing the channel to a music station, a song with an upbeat tempo played; she wasn't paying close attention to the music, but it was something she could shake her hips to. Gail opened a drawer and pulled out a lacey pink thong, she went in search of her bra that was flung somewhere in her room.
She found it under the little plush armchair that was against the wall by her bed. Putting it on to support her C cup boobs was a must, she couldn't have them flopping around every which way, she had very sensitive nipples and they would perk up and stick out in a crowd. Guys usually got the wrong impression when your nipples were hard around them.
Gail pulled on some skinny jeans, a black tank top, and sneakers. Grabbed her purse and grey jacket and turned off the TV before she locked the door to her apartment behind her; she was going to have breakfast at the diner down the street. She walked down the busy city streets, the sun peeking through white puffy clouds, as cars honked at each other. To Gail these sounds were the symphony of the city, she enjoyed hearing them. It told her the world was still moving around out there, inviting her to live a piece of it.
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She reached the diner around 9, it was crowded, but since it was only her she got a seat at the counter.
"What'll it be sweetheart?" an older woman asked, she had a rough voice, from years of smoking, but Gail could see beyond her worn out face and saw the young woman she once was. She had been Gail's waitress a few times before, and seemed to remember her.
"I'll have a coffee, with some creamer. I haven't decided what I want to eat just yet, thank you." Gail replied back sweetly. The older woman gave Gail a smile.
"Alright honey, well I'm Deloris" she said as she pulled a mug out from under somewhere and poured steaming coffee into it
"When you're ready just gi'me a shout, and I'll take your order." While she was talking she pulled out a small dish full of little packets of creamer, and placed it next to the mug she just poured.
"Okay thank you Deloris" Gail replied with a smile and looked down at her menu. There was ever thing you could have dreamed of, omelets, pancakes, waffles, steaks, everything. She decided on a plate of pancakes, with a side of scrambled eggs and hash browns.
The pancakes were covered in strawberries and the hash browns were done just right. Even though you probably couldn't tell, Gail wasn't a dieting kind of girl. Her thin waist was the product of her high metabolism and going to the gym three times a week. She believed women were supposed to be squishy and soft, not angular and hard. There was nothing wrong with a little pudge here or there; all that mattered was that you were comfortable in your own skin and took care of yourself.
Gail finished her meal, and was working on her second cup of coffee when HE walked into the diner. He was defiantly anthro, some kind of feline; it was obvious by the tail that followed him, it swayed and moved with his body. Each step he took was calculated and sure, Gail's heart sped up and she didn't know why. She had never felt attracted to an anthro before, sure she didn't mind them, they were people too, she'd had plenty of friends who were anthro growing up but this...this was different.
His dark brown hair shifted when his ear flicked, and angled to listen better to something he heard on the other side of the room, he sauntered over to the counter and sat down on the stool next to Gail, seemingly oblivious to her small panic attack. She was nervous but could not place why this stranger made her feel this way. He lifted his angled face up and gave the air a good whiff, probably spelling the sweet smells of the diner with his better than average nose. She watched as his eyes open, and saw the magnificent emerald green color they were; it was like his eyes had flecks of diamonds in them.
He looked down at her, being that he was a good foot taller than her sitting down, Gail's face went rosy because she had been caught watching him, she turned her head and stared down into her mug at her coffee. She could feel the tingling between her thighs, and his eyes on her. He observed her like she was his prey, and wanted nothing more than to just eat her up.
She dared to take a glance at him and their eyes met, she was locked; frozen in place. He looked at her like he could see her without her clothes on, and when his tongue peeked out to lick his lips, Gail's nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her bra. She had the strongest urge to kiss him at that moment; her face flushed an even darker shade of red. She turned away, breathing harder than what she thought she was, then Deloris came to her rescue. Putting down her bill, and clearing the dirty plates in front of her.
Gail put down a few bills to pay for her breakfast and a big tip for Deloris who was a great waitress, and saved her from the mystery man who had gotten her hot and bothered with just a glance.
As she was getting off of the stool something brushed against her thigh and felt its way up between them, a shudder ran up Gail's spine. The thing that was touching her was gentle and soft, different from a hand. When she looked down she saw that it was her mystery mans tail. This excited her, but also made her blush ever brighter, if that was even possible.
She gave a little squeak as his tail pressed harder into her and the man looked down at her again, he noticed his tail between her legs, doing naughty things to her and went flush in the face as well.
"I'm so sorry miss," His voice was husky and deep, it seemed to bounce around in her chest.
"It has a mind of its own." With this he gave a grin that was more than just friendly. Gail tried to hide the second shiver that ran through her, but he saw; whoever he was he knew exactly how he affected her. Gail's body was on fire, her panties were soaked, and she had to get home.
Enjoy guys and comment :)
~LateNightReader121
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Chapter 1 – The Diner
Gail stretched in bed as the sun peeked through her window, just as she thought; the warm body that she slept with last night had slipped out of her apartment unnoticed in the middle of the night. Typical man, it didn't matter if he was pure human, mixed, or anthro they were all the same; willing to tell you all the sweet things you wanted to hear until they got in your pants.
She sat up in bed, her comforter bunching around her legs before she pulled it off and put her feet on the floor. The soft fibers of the carpet felt good between her toes, she got up and stretched again. Her naked body was silhouetted by the ever rising sun, which lit her small room. Her nipples shown as pebbles on her breasts from the cold air and tingling between her thighs; she was always horny in the morning, if only someone stayed around long enough to find out.
Hot water fell onto her tan skin like a sunny summer rain as she lathered her body with floral soap. She scrubbed away last night and... An–Andy ...maybe it was Andre? Whatever his name was she wanted the smell of his cologne off of her. Rinsing the suds from her body she shampooed her hair; her thoughts went back to last night.
It wasn't great sex, mediocre at best, but she got off which was better than not. Plus what's his name was pretty good looking; dark olive skin, golden eyes, toned muscles like a Greek sculpture. He defiantly had a little animal in him, probably dog; telling by the more than average hair on his body and his long tongue. And boy if there was a highlight of the night it was that tongue, Gail rubbed the same places he licked hours ago, circling her clit and let out a small moan. She teased her right breast, pinching and twisting the nipple.
Then she plunged a single digit into her hot crevice, lifting one leg to rest on the ledge in her shower. She found the spot inside herself that always made her cum quickly and stroked it slowly at first. Her breath was ragged form her ministrations, she brought her other hand down to her clit and began rubbing it in fast little circles.
Gail moaned loudly, she could feel her orgasm bubbling up inside her as she pumped herself with two fingers now, harder and faster. With a few more strokes her body went rigid, pussy walls clenched around her slippery fingers, and she let out a sound that was more like a growl than a scream as she found her release.
She turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and into a misty room. She wiped the mirror with her hand and smiled at herself, a dark haired girl with brown eyes smiled back. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped herself in it. Going into the living room and turning on the TV for some background noise, while she sauntered to the kitchen. She gazed into her fridge, what she found there was spoiled milk, a spit of creamer for her coffee, and an empty carton of eggs. It was settled she was eating out for breakfast today; hell it was Saturday. Why not?
Gail closed the fridge, as she towel dried her hair on her way back to her bedroom. The TV was droning on about some gadget that could do everything for the low, low price of $19.99 (plus shipping and handling).
Changing the channel to a music station, a song with an upbeat tempo played; she wasn't paying close attention to the music, but it was something she could shake her hips to. Gail opened a drawer and pulled out a lacey pink thong, she went in search of her bra that was flung somewhere in her room.
She found it under the little plush armchair that was against the wall by her bed. Putting it on to support her C cup boobs was a must, she couldn't have them flopping around every which way, she had very sensitive nipples and they would perk up and stick out in a crowd. Guys usually got the wrong impression when your nipples were hard around them.
Gail pulled on some skinny jeans, a black tank top, and sneakers. Grabbed her purse and grey jacket and turned off the TV before she locked the door to her apartment behind her; she was going to have breakfast at the diner down the street. She walked down the busy city streets, the sun peeking through white puffy clouds, as cars honked at each other. To Gail these sounds were the symphony of the city, she enjoyed hearing them. It told her the world was still moving around out there, inviting her to live a piece of it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She reached the diner around 9, it was crowded, but since it was only her she got a seat at the counter.
"What'll it be sweetheart?" an older woman asked, she had a rough voice, from years of smoking, but Gail could see beyond her worn out face and saw the young woman she once was. She had been Gail's waitress a few times before, and seemed to remember her.
"I'll have a coffee, with some creamer. I haven't decided what I want to eat just yet, thank you." Gail replied back sweetly. The older woman gave Gail a smile.
"Alright honey, well I'm Deloris" she said as she pulled a mug out from under somewhere and poured steaming coffee into it
"When you're ready just gi'me a shout, and I'll take your order." While she was talking she pulled out a small dish full of little packets of creamer, and placed it next to the mug she just poured.
"Okay thank you Deloris" Gail replied with a smile and looked down at her menu. There was ever thing you could have dreamed of, omelets, pancakes, waffles, steaks, everything. She decided on a plate of pancakes, with a side of scrambled eggs and hash browns.
The pancakes were covered in strawberries and the hash browns were done just right. Even though you probably couldn't tell, Gail wasn't a dieting kind of girl. Her thin waist was the product of her high metabolism and going to the gym three times a week. She believed women were supposed to be squishy and soft, not angular and hard. There was nothing wrong with a little pudge here or there; all that mattered was that you were comfortable in your own skin and took care of yourself.
Gail finished her meal, and was working on her second cup of coffee when HE walked into the diner. He was defiantly anthro, some kind of feline; it was obvious by the tail that followed him, it swayed and moved with his body. Each step he took was calculated and sure, Gail's heart sped up and she didn't know why. She had never felt attracted to an anthro before, sure she didn't mind them, they were people too, she'd had plenty of friends who were anthro growing up but this...this was different.
His dark brown hair shifted when his ear flicked, and angled to listen better to something he heard on the other side of the room, he sauntered over to the counter and sat down on the stool next to Gail, seemingly oblivious to her small panic attack. She was nervous but could not place why this stranger made her feel this way. He lifted his angled face up and gave the air a good whiff, probably spelling the sweet smells of the diner with his better than average nose. She watched as his eyes open, and saw the magnificent emerald green color they were; it was like his eyes had flecks of diamonds in them.
He looked down at her, being that he was a good foot taller than her sitting down, Gail's face went rosy because she had been caught watching him, she turned her head and stared down into her mug at her coffee. She could feel the tingling between her thighs, and his eyes on her. He observed her like she was his prey, and wanted nothing more than to just eat her up.
She dared to take a glance at him and their eyes met, she was locked; frozen in place. He looked at her like he could see her without her clothes on, and when his tongue peeked out to lick his lips, Gail's nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her bra. She had the strongest urge to kiss him at that moment; her face flushed an even darker shade of red. She turned away, breathing harder than what she thought she was, then Deloris came to her rescue. Putting down her bill, and clearing the dirty plates in front of her.
Gail put down a few bills to pay for her breakfast and a big tip for Deloris who was a great waitress, and saved her from the mystery man who had gotten her hot and bothered with just a glance.
As she was getting off of the stool something brushed against her thigh and felt its way up between them, a shudder ran up Gail's spine. The thing that was touching her was gentle and soft, different from a hand. When she looked down she saw that it was her mystery mans tail. This excited her, but also made her blush ever brighter, if that was even possible.
She gave a little squeak as his tail pressed harder into her and the man looked down at her again, he noticed his tail between her legs, doing naughty things to her and went flush in the face as well.
"I'm so sorry miss," His voice was husky and deep, it seemed to bounce around in her chest.
"It has a mind of its own." With this he gave a grin that was more than just friendly. Gail tried to hide the second shiver that ran through her, but he saw; whoever he was he knew exactly how he affected her. Gail's body was on fire, her panties were soaked, and she had to get home.