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AUTHOR'S NOTES: The characters in this story are copyright Warner Bros. It’s very doubtful that the characters involved would do this if they were real in any form aside from on paper. This is just what I’d like to see for myself. And if you people think I’m straying a bit too far from feline physiology, well I feel sorry for the fools who have to be stingy about such petty stuff.

"A New Kind of Dance"
By Zycho32

Sawyer always considered herself well in control of her emotions. Danny always considered himself more of a gentleman than his upbringing would have given notice. In a way, both felt they couldn’t be seriously tempted by….well…..certain facts of nature. That in layman’s terms means having sex.

Boy, were they ever wrong.

The setup was surprisingly simple. Danny comes over to her place, and they engage in a simple friendly conversation. What was so hard about that?

Well, the facts are like this. For the past couple of weeks these two felines began to have thoughts about each other. Now, these thoughts were perfectly normal at first, perhaps dreaming of a romantic embrace or something like that. So, with nothing really wrong happening, both felines could just lie back, close their eyes, and enjoy the dreams and daydreams they had.

Of course, soon kisses would give way to clutching at one another, in something of a manner that was not slow and romantic. Breathing quickened, the temperature seemed to increase, and the blushing in the ears. That was the basic outcome of each time that happened. They could still practically feel each other’s hands on them, and some small part of their minds still wanted to feel those same hands there.

As if that wasn’t frustrating enough, soon they were stripping in front of one another, and this time definite arousal was achieved in the forms of moistness and erections. Relief wasn’t entirely possible since masturbation wasn’t exactly a liked concept. Both of them already knew about it, but in truth, what good would it do?

It doesn’t even need to be described what happened when the dreams turned into full-scale sex, but it might as well be said these two couldn’t even look at each other anymore without being reminded of memories of taking each other in wild abandon.

Which has led to this little get together in Sawyer’s house. Both cats are trying to curb these damn thoughts by suppressing them.

Now, this is not exactly a real science, but odds are there are about 4 levels of sexual interest. From lowest to highest;

Number one: No interest whatsoever. This means you are either extremely radical in believing the bible, or you just simply have no interest in having sex. “Get the hell away from me PERVERT!!!!” is the most often associated quote with this level.

Number two: Slight interest. You’re getting ideas but not dwelling on them. This is probably the most common level. “Hmmm….now that one looks cute.” is the quote to associate with this level.

Number three: Definite interest. Either you haven’t had sex in a long period of time or your hormones are working overtime. It really doesn’t matter because you get aroused pretty easily and find a desperate need to relieve yourself. “I need to get laid.” applies here.

Number four: Well, it’s best explained with this quote;

“FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL!!!!!!!!!!”

Now take a guess as to which level these cats are fast approaching?

The idea at first was only a simple juvenile thought from his brain, Danny recalled. Simply take her, but ask her indirectly if he can first. After a while of talking and more talking while drinking coffee, the idea began to be more and more important in his mind and probably in his body as well.

He heard about sex back in Kokomo, not much, just the bare details, although better detailed than when he got the story of how babies were born as a little kitten. Now, he understood it as something not unlike a routine dance number. Both parties had to work together for the best results, making use of pretty much most of their body parts. A dance of mating, a dance of primal instincts, a dance of…..well, violent passions.

“Sawyer?” “Yes Danny?” “I need to ask a question.” “Ask away.”

There was an intensity in his eyes that almost scared and thrilled her at the same time. She wondered just what in the world could that look make her….well….feel the way she felt?

Honestly, what did she really see in this cat to have her imagining screwing his tap-dancing brains out? He was definitely nice and all that, a really great friend, perhaps more, but as far as looks went, she could find quite a few better looking cats out there. She jokingly thought that she might have some secret fetish of sorts for really thin felines.

“What if,” he began, adjusting his legs to hide an arousal, which he had already tried to hide three times. He couldn’t tell she was trying to do the same. “there was something that you wanted, more than anything in the world, but you weren’t sure if you could get it?”

She had to think about it for a moment. Certainly she could relate to that. She had been lusting after this cat for a while but felt her personality, though improved of late, wasn’t quite up to par for what she felt he considered for a good relationship. Not that it really mattered at this point. She’d settle for something called a quickie just to get her emotions back in control.

“I’d say you should just take the risk. Go after what you want.” God, she felt like such a hypocrite.

Danny still held firm where he was. He somehow felt afraid in a way. He felt afraid of being rejected, yelled at, getting his furry ass beaten black and blue…..the whole nine yards. Somehow, the rejection would hurt worse than the ass-whooping.

“Alright… what if the thing you’re after doesn’t seem to want it?” He asked again.

She wanted to die at this point. There was no way he could be referring to her at this point. She had no idea how he wouldn’t be able to notice any slight hints she may have accidentally left for him, hints which basically said she wanted to fuck him? He was a male, for crying out loud! They look for those signals 24/7... Except him. That was an unfair stereotype to place on him and she knew it.

Being the friend that she really was, the only thing she could do was offer helpful advice. “ Then take a risk. You only live once Danny.” She replied, turning to the little coffee table near the couch to set her cup down, noticing he set his down a long while ago.

She could barely sit up and turn her attention back to Danny when he literally tackled her onto the couch, kissing her lips, hand on her hips, another hand stroking her face tenderly, and then there was his tail playing with hers in a romantic way.

Sawyer was surprised enough to actually try to fight him for a bit. However, her brain analyzed the situation very clearly, and perhaps fortunately, because she was stronger than she appeared with a few pounds on Danny, and could have easily got him off of her at that moment. And yet, her body responded as if struck by lightning. After those few seconds of stunned confusion, while his hand actually traveled from her hip to her rear, she returned the favor for him, returning his feverish kisses, her arms and legs wrapping around his body, and her tail twisting around his.

Her body hungrily wanted so much more than this at the moment, just as much as his body wanted the same thing. Even though their bodies rubbed together through the fabric of two sets of clothing, it felt thrilling and liberating.

She almost lost every single shred of control in her mind when his lips began working on her neck, kissing and breathing against it. Her grip on him tightened considerably as she tried to press against him as hard as she could, while he returned that favor with equal desire.

She was babbling in hushed whispers against his ear, whispers she could never remember afterwards, but whispers that drove her companion to greater efforts on her unclothed parts of her body. She could feel his arousal pressing right up against her, as she could feel herself growing moist, staining her undergarments and just maybe her pants in the process.

Where the hell did he learn this? She wondered in those scant moments when she could actually think.

Her mind returned to semi-normal function when she found herself resting on her stomach on the couch, him still on top of her. She could feel a hand reaching inside her pants from under her, almost expertly delving underneath her garments.

“Danny, what are you doi- *gasp* ah, mmmmmm…….” Her question was cut short when she felt his fingers start to brush against her vagina, the stroke setting her body on fire at the very touch. She was distracted enough that she didn’t notice his other hand going inside the back of her shirt and unclasp her brassier and somehow remove it from her body. She finally noticed when her nipples, having already hardened from the sensations, brushed against the fabric of her shirt and then when his hand returned from discarding her bra to fondle a breast and then the other at intervals.

It felt pleasing, but not as pleasing as when he then started kissing along the back and sides of her neck and his fingers actually penetrated inside her vagina. She locked up for just a second, eyes wide, hips pushed forward on his fingers, breath caught in her throat for just one moment.

She was completely powerless to his touch, and she was loving every single second of it. Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips as he kept driving her hips downward onto the couch, humping desperately against his hand which was now moving faster in and out of her vagina, exploring as much of the area as it could. He found better reactions from her when he hit certain spots, so when he just concentrated on those areas, she responded even better than before, her tail finding his again and gripping it for dear life as his hips began helping drive hers downward on his hand, to add more force to the entire thing.

Sawyer knew about orgasms, but she never felt one in her life before then. So when she began to feel the stirrings and sensations start to bubble upwards from some unknown depths, she didn’t know if she was supposed to be afraid or not. In fact, she couldn’t think all that well because of the sensations which were somehow becoming magnified four-fold. Smaller details were becoming noticeable, such as his thumbs working on her nipples and clit, and then there couldn’t be any mistaking the sound of his gentle voice whispering into her ear, slicing through all her barriers like a knife through melted butter.

“Cum for me Sawyer……”

She exploded in that very instant, half-screaming, half-moaning in a low soprano voice that was still like a melody to his ears as her head shot upward. His fingers met pressure from her hips slamming very hard against them and her vagina suddenly tightening up around them. Her body stiffened instantly, claws struggling for some kind of hold on the couch cushions, her tail stiffening in a straight line as his tail wrapped itself around it in a comforting manner. Her sounds were eventually limited to several hoarse cries due to the overuse of her vocal cords as he started stroking her vagina and breasts again, but gently. The cries ended, and she propped her arms down on the cushions to keep her head upright.

“Are you alright?” He asked into her ear in the form of a whisper. She gave out a long, sensual purr in response as her hands held the hand that was fondling a breast through the fabric of her shirt. She was smiling ridiculously. Cloud Nine, she thought, eat your heart out.

After a moment, she felt his hands depart from her and she was then slowly turned onto her back. His lips came back to hers, and she responded to his gentle kisses with a sense of bliss. She enjoyed it when both of his hands went to work gently caressing her breasts through her shirt as they kissed. She could tell that she just totally ruined her undergarments and her pants, and was currently ruining his as he lay on top of her, but she couldn’t have possibly cared about that, not then. She at least knew enough to know he wasn’t caring about anything….except for her.

Her brain was as sharp as a newly made knife when she felt cool air on her legs…a sign Danny was now removing her pants. She felt the air tingle her vagina when he then removed her panties. Fear and anticipation somehow mixed into one volatile combination for her when she saw them then remove his pants and boxers.

No need to guess what was gonna happen next.

“Are you a virgin?” He asked, right above her body on his hands and knees. She managed to give a nod in response as she thought she was actually shivering, though not from the air around her.

You see, she knew about sex, but she also knew about the loss of virginity. It’s commonly like the child who fears getting a shot which will only last for less than 5-10 seconds, but dominates their mind for weeks leading up to it. Danny could understand that enough to know that she was afraid of the pain that would come.

He carefully moved on top of her, spreading her legs gently with little resistance, and positioned himself against her. She knew just enough about penis sizes to know he was considered average. At least she would be afraid to taking him in or laughing at him.

She was too afraid to- “OW!!!!!!!!!”

That was Danny biting her ear, HARD.

“What the hell did you do-” She was stopped mid-sentence by a most peculiar sensation; dull pain between her legs, not quite as sharp as she would have thought. This was followed with a feeling of being filled. She risked looking down and found he was completely inside her.

Realization crept into her head as pleasure began to blend in as the pain faded away. He distracted her from the tearing of her hymen by biting her ear.

She looked up and noticed he was holding himself completely still within her and above her. He certainly wasn’t going to make it any worse for her than it already was, and that meant trying not to act on the sensation of her, tightly wrapped around him, feeling so…so….complete.

He slowly pulled out, exhaling as he struggled not to just bury himself back inside her again. He didn’t want to cause any more pain for her. She felt a sudden surge of emptiness erupt from what felt like her stomach, or below that. He looked down, and tenderly asked, “Are you all right?”

She nodded. Then she grabbed him tightly and using her legs, pulled him right back inside her.

Now it was his turn to gasp and lock up. He held firm above her as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sudden fullness again, now unable to escape because of her arms and legs holding his body secure.

“My gosh…..” Was all Danny could whisper as he finally let go of his controls, letting his overpowered mind concentrate on the being underneath him and surrounding him at the same time. It was like he dreamed. She felt moist, warm, and tight……….delicious seemed to be the right word to describe it. Absolutely delicious. It didn’t even strike him he was using an adjective that describes taste and not feel.

Sawyer smiled at his apparent lack of experience. Two virgins cured in one move, so it seemed. She softly purred into his ear out of, well….pleasure. He responded in kind, and so for a few seconds, there was just a connection and contentment to stay right where they were.

Then he put his hands securely on her hips and pulled out as far as he could go before her legs stopped him. Wrapping their tails together again, he then picked the angle and thrust back into her, using what knowledge he got from his fingers to find a great spot to enter her. It worked. She moaned softly as her head forced itself back into the couch cushions.

She wasn’t going to just take it though, so a rhythm started between them. Her hands actually went past her legs, wrapped around his lower back, and held onto his rear, thrusting right back at him when he thrust into her.

Groaning came from Danny, Moaning came from Sawyer, as they moved harder, faster, more eager to feel one another in mindless abandon.

Hot flames erupted within her body every time she felt the fullness of him thrusting into her, hitting all the right spots inside her vagina. She could feel the electrical burn hum through her body as the orgasm approached, making her thrust again him desperately, tightening around him with an iron grip.

He couldn’t think. He could barely breathe as he kept nailing her on the couch. He was driven wild by her sounds, her actions, the feel of her tightening around him as he was forced to move even faster inside her. He felt like a volcano, about ready to blow at any moment, and the build-up was impossible to stop.

The moments before zero hour felt like hours even though they were seconds as the two companions with complex personalities, wants, and desires were turned into primitive creatures, mating with an enthusiasm that couldn’t have existed for a long while.

Thrusting…
Squeezing…
Clutching…
Stroking…
Groaning…
Moaning…
Screaming…
Freezing…
Trembling…
Shaking…
CUMMING…

They came at the EXACT same time.

Her body almost literally ignited ablaze as his mind turned into a black hole, feeling only his seed shoot deep into her squeezing, hungry womb. Every shot sent him higher into bliss and her into euphoria. They held their ironclad gaze as their orgasms stayed consistent, their tails freezing into straight lines at the sensations, their screams now nothing more than small little squeaks from very overworked vocal cords.

They shook violently as the climax finally started to fade, holding onto each other with a peculiar feeling of bonding, something that couldn’t be broken. They struggled to regain their breathing as they rested on the couch, him on top of her. They couldn’t care about the mess they made.

When things finally returned to normal, both cats only purred with satisfaction as they held each other closer, nuzzling their faces. Her hands moved up to his back as her legs relaxed their grip and dropped onto the couch. His hands moved upward to her face, stroking it in a tender way.

It was a while before Sawyer could speak. "Where in the world did you learn to do that Danny?" It was a whisper, because she couldn't speak any louder at this point.

"I just had this weird little idea for a new kind of dance..." He trailed off. She forced her eyes to focus and see his face before she realized he was joking and they had a bit of a small laugh.

This farm cat definitely had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

THE END

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