Lonely Hearts

It’s been a rough couple of years.

Finding work isn’t easy, especially if you are unmarried. There’s no bias on the books against unwed young men, but most are expected to settle down with a nice mamono and start cranking out babies. I wasn’t ready to do that just yet. Or at least I wasn’t ready to settle down with the nearest lovable nympho that claimed me as a mate without my say-so.

So instead I thought it would be a good idea to move out of my old town and find a new place. I struggled for a bit, scrapping to make ends meet until I could get my foot in the door at an office job as a wage slave. The pay isn’t terrible and I have enough saved up to afford rent at a small apartment complex.

The job isn’t too demanding. Our boss is an Anubis named Alia. She’s not a bad sort. A little uptight as most Anubi are wont to be, but a decent boss. The faggot cats on the same floor as me like to talk shit about her at the water cooler, but she’s never mistreated me. I think she’s even kept trouble off my back a few times.

One day, she calls me in after I just got done filing out a stack of TPS reports. She says someone fucked up and I need to redo them all before tomorrow. I groan exasperatedly, cursing the moron that dumped this problem into my lap. She gives me a sympathetic look and a pat on the shoulder, assuring me it won’t take long. Two hours after closing, I finally finish stapling all the papers together and dump them into her inbox with a sigh. At least I got overtime for my hard work.

When I finally get home, I throw off my jacket and slide onto the couch.  Work isn't hard, it just makes me feel numb. Sitting in an office all day will do that to you. I don’t have anything to come back to when I go home. Just a one bedroom apartment with a TV and some amenities. Mostly, it’s the loneliness that gets me. The internet can only keep me entertained so long.   My parents worry about me, calling me from time to time, but it isn’t like I have anything to report. Some days I just feel like a failure; that if I went missing one day no one would really care. I know that’s a childish thing to do, and I’m sure my parents and friends would be heartbroken. It’s just one of those feelings I get when I’m depressed.

I’m pulled out of my reverie by a knock at the door to my apartment. Looking through my peephole, I can see a smiling holstarurus waiting patiently outside. Maggie, my next-door neighbor. She’s an older woman, perhaps mid-to-late thirties by my guess. I’m not great at guessing a woman’s ages. I like her a lot though. She helped me move my stuff in when I first came here, and she brings me food occasionally. She jokes that hanging out with me makes her feel young. I don’t care why she does it as long as we get to spend time together.  Maggie is the only monster I’ve ever felt comfortable around. Most have a thin aura of sexual predation coating them, even when they aren’t interested in you. Maggie just makes me feel warm inside when I’m with her.

I open the door. “Hey Ms. Maggie, what’s up?” Product of being raised in the south: always calling a woman by her first name with Ms. or Mrs. Still can’t break the habit.

She gives me a warm smile and hands me some Tupperware with some leftovers. “You don’t have to call me that darling. Maggie’s just fine. I didn’t see you today; I thought I’d give you some food.”

I thanked her as she passed me the leftovers. “Would you like to come in? I’m not particularly busy now.”

“If you don’t mind keeping an old heifer company.”

I snorted. “You don’t look a day over 25. Come on in.”

She sat on the couch while I warmed up the leftovers in the microwave. “You know, I can brew you some tea while we wait.”

“That’s fine dear, I don’t need anything.”

“You sure? I’d feel bad if I couldn’t be a good host after all the things you’ve done for me.”

“Oh darling, I don’t expect anything out of that. I just do it because everyone needs a little company, and you’re still new here.”
I start brewing her favorite chamomile tea while the food cooks in the microwave.  She likes to pretend she doesn’t want anything from me even when I know she does.  I try not to stare too much from the kitchen as I steal a couple glances at her. She’s quite lovely, even for her age. Long flowing black and white hair with a set of cute little brown horns peeking out of her bangs. A matronly, soft curvy body with pinkish white skin, with both a marvelous bosom that strains against the sweater she’s wearing and hips fit to burst from the denim jeans covering her shapely legs. But the best part about her in my opinion is her eyes. Sparkling green pupils that emanate warmth whenever she looks at you, masking the crow’s feet at the edge of her eyes. God whenever she smiles I just…

“Dear are you okay? Is something wrong?” She frowns.

I curse as I drop a spoon and mumble an apology before shouting out that the tea will be ready in a couple minutes. Feel like such an idiot. Shouldn’t have been staring at her like that. I don’t want her to think I’m a creep. After I finish in the kitchen, I sit down next to her with my food and hand her the cup.

Maggie gives me a slight smile before she blows on the tea and blows off the excess steam. She takes a sip and her eyes widen. “It’s good as always Darling.”

“A teaspoon of honey, just the way you like it.” I tell her.

We talk about our day for a little bit. I tell her about my boring office routine and some office gossip. She tells me about her day moving around the complex and helping neighbors and doing work at the local hospital as a volunteer clerk.  Her only daughter moved out about a year ago; she was Maggie’s whole life until now. Maggie was married for a long time, but there her husband was involved in accident... She won't tell me what happened, but she brings him up often.  I can tell she loved him a lot...and that she hasn't gotten over losing him. Sometimes, it makes me feel a bit jealous, as petty as that sounds. He was lucky to have someone like her as a wife.

“Hey, do you want to put on a movie or something?” I ask her.

She gives me a nod. “What do you want to watch?”

I shrug, “You’re the guest, you decide.”

The older holst scrolls through the network guide till she finds a romance movie about a young man that falls in love with an older, more “Ara~ Ara~” kitsune.  I’m not a big romance guy, but I really don’t care what I’m watching if I’m with Maggie.  The movie starts playing and I turn off the lights. She moves closer to me, and I cover the two of us with a blanket to conserve heat. I don’t exactly have the best heating in my apartment and it’s starting to get chilly outside.  The kitsune from the movie is very old and smart, but also haughty. A young man falls in love with her because of her grace and tries to win her heart, but she’s very stubborn. She tries to claim he’s only using her for her connections, but he tries his best to stand on his own and become her equal. Not a bad movie, I was expecting it to be sappier or glurge inducing.

Maggie’s head slowly creeps onto my shoulder and I can feel her hand rest on my knee. Cuddled up next to a cute older Holstaurus, I start to have thoughts. Naughty thoughts. She’s still very beautiful for her age. She isn’t as perky or as fresh looking as some younger mamonos I’ve seen, but her face is so warm and inviting, not to mention her beautiful pillowy breasts. She’s not fat either. She has a bit of pudge, but it just adds to her already luscious curves. Combined with her sweet personality, I’m beginning to wonder why I haven’t had these thoughts sooner.

The movie ends with the older kitsune handing the young man their first child together. He kisses the little kit on the forehead and embraces his wife as the credits roll; showing love can be found through the generations.

I think she’s fallen asleep. I can hear her breathing softly as she lies against me. And that’s when a foolish thought strikes me. She’s beautiful. And I want to kiss her.

I give her a gentle peck on the forehead and she slowly opens her eyes. “Mmm, I didn’t know you were attracted to an old heifer like me.”

“You aren’t old,” I tell her softly, “You’re beautiful.”

She gives me a cheeky smile. “I never expected to hear those words out of a young whippersnapper like you.”

I put my hand over hers and give it a squeeze, making her blush.

“Why do you always come to see me?” I asked her.

She stays quiet for a moment. “Because you reminded me of him at first.” Her husband, I guessed.
“After a while though,” she continued, “it was because I saw you were someone that needs a shoulder to lean on, and I could do that for you. I know life isn’t always easy. You lose people. You move to new places. You don’t know anyone for a while. You just want some…stability. I’ve been a boat without a port before. I thought I could help.”

She looked up at me with those big sparkling emerald eyes. “I’m sorry; I hope that didn’t sound condescending. I know you’re an adu…”

Her sentence remained unfinished as I plant a kiss on her lips. Her eyes widened with surprise for a moment before she leans into the embrace, wrapping her arms around my neck and parting her lips with her tongue. As our hands roamed over each other’s bodies, we both start to pull our clothes off each other, only stopping to deliver another kiss or two. I hurriedly pull her sweater up over her head, exposing her marvelous, massive white mounds. Her frilly pink bra is barely able to contain her ample bosom, and I can’t help but stare at the rest of her soft body. She has just a little bit of pudge in all the right places, and my blue boxers tighten painfully as I my eyes roam over her sumptuous breasts. God…I just want to make love to her. Without even thinking about it, I run my hand over her stomach, savoring the soft texture before I reach in for another kiss.  I stop at the last second, blushing as I stare into Maggie’s eyes, afraid that I’ve made a mistake.

Maggie gives me a sensual smile, noticing my nervousness. “Dear, I hate to ask this now…but have you had any experience?”

“Some.” I said in a hushed voice. That “some” being the occasional succubutt cum dispenser or hellhound bait when they couldn’t contain their primal urges.

She put a finger under my chin and looked at me with those soft warm eyes again. She could see the troubled look on my face. “Was that ‘some’ with a gentle partner that took the time to ask how you felt?” she said softly.

I would have lied or tried to brush it off, but looking into those eyes…I couldn’t do it. “No…”

She gave me a sad look, and buried my head into the soft valley between her bosoms. I felt my worries melt away in her soft pillowy mounds as she stroked my hair. She was so tender and loving…it was vastly different from my past experiences.

“We can go at your own pace then, dear. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

“Okay.” I look at the couch. Not exactly the best place to have sex with someone. “Let’s go to my room,” I say as I take her hand in mine. “I’d rather do this on my bed.”

The older holstaurus blushes as I entwine my fingers in hers.  I frown puzzled by her reaction. “I-I’m sorry,” she mutters “It’s been a long time since I’ve…”

“Made love?” I guessed.

She gave me a sheepish smile “That…and held another man’s hand.”

I smiled and we walked hand in hand to the bedroom. Luckily, I had sprung for a queen-sized mattress.  I slid my boxers off, revealing my firm erection while she undid her bra. Her massive breasts practically flopped out of them. Good lord, she was bigger than she appeared to be. She giggled as she looked at my stunned expression.

“Yeah, I have to wear this bra otherwise they get in the way while I do work at the hospital. But enough staring at me” she said with a grin “Let’s look at you.”  She ran her fingers over my cock. “Oh, my dear that looks painful…maybe there’s something I could do to ease your tension?” she said with a coy expression. “Do you have any lube or lotion?”

I tried my best to not look like a pervert when I pulled a small container of Equate lube from my nightstand drawer. “I feel embarrassed” I told Maggie as I handed it to her.

She leaned me against the side of the bed. “Nonsense dear. We all have some way to manage our urges. You just happen to have me to help you tonight.” She pours the lube in-between her large breasts, the slippery liquid causing her supple skin to glistening in the light. She smiles as she takes my cock and squishes it between her giant melons, stroking my cock with them and occasionally squeezing them around my rigid shaft.

“So? How does it feel? It’s important to communicate with your lover in the bedroom.”

“So…so good. Can’t even…” I gasp as she continues to pleasure me with her soft, lovely tits. Combined with her even, gentle strokes, I feel myself inching closer to climax. I let out one more gasp and shudder as I shoot my load over her chest, covering her face and breasts with my seed. She looks at me with a content smile as she licks a bit of cum off her lips.

“I have to say dear, that was impressive.”

“I feel bad though.” I say with a crimson red blush

She tilts her head. “Why dear? You don’t have any reason to be ashamed.”

I took a box of tissues off my nightstand and wiped my fluids from her chest and face. “You’ve always done your best to take care of me. Now we’re in the bedroom together, and once again you’re doing everything for me."

She leans into me and gives me a kiss. “You’re such a sweet heart.”

“I’m serious."

Standing up from the bed, I guide her over before gently laying her on her back before spreading her deliciously thick thighs apart. She raises her legs up into the air, allowing me to slide her delicate pink panties off her body. God, she was beautiful. I wanted to make her mine so desperately, to be there for her like she always was for me.

Brushing my hand over her soft, plump legs, I gaze into her eyes with determination. “For once Maggie, I’m going to take care of you.” I say as I lower my face to her womanhood.

A delicate, black and white patterned muff lay just above her beautiful, pink folds. She shudders slightly as my tongue enters her, and I probe for sensitive spots inside of her. I gently rub my fingers over her clit as she gasps slightly, her tail swishing in the air to my side. Good, I was making her feel good.  She starts to gasp and moan louder now, the pleasure sending shivers through her as I continued running my tongue over her weak spots.

“Mhhhhm, yes! Right there! Yes! “She screams as she clutched my face to her muff. Warm liquid flushed itself under my face as she climaxes.

She lies on the bed panting, her right arm over her forehead covering her expression. I grin like an idiot as I move next to her. Then I noticed something. She was crying.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She sniffles, “I just…doing all this stuff made me think about him. And I just feel bad, because you’re here with me, acting all nice,” she says before sobbing. “And I keep thinking about how much I missed all this and how I missed him”

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her head onto my chest. “It’s okay. If you don’t want to do anymore you don’t have to. I know you still love your husband a lot.”

“It’s not fair to you though.” She tells me with a frustrated pout. “I told you I was going to help be a shoulder to lean on, and now I’m crying into your chest.”

I sigh. “Maggie, for once stop trying to take on my burden. It’s okay to let someone else take care of you. I want to take care of you. You’re the first woman that I felt like I could trust like this.”

I gulp a bit, building up the courage to tell her how I really felt. “You’ve spent this whole year watching over me and keeping me company, and just being there when I needed someone. I’ve never felt so secure or cared for my entire life than when I was with you. I…I know this sounds silly coming from a young man like me, but I think I love you.”

She looks up at those bright green eyes and blinks for a moment, stunned. “I know…I probably shouldn’t have said that, but I wanted to let you know.”

Maggie presses her body up against me, kissing me deeply. I didn’t have a chance to react before she mounts me, her large, powerful thighs pressing my legs together as she straddles me.

 She leans in close to my ear. “You shouldn’t tease an old woman like that.” She whispered.

“I wasn’t. And you aren’t old.”

Maggie smiles warmly before aligning my cock with her slit before sliding me into her moist womanhood. I gasp as I felt her warm insides coiling around my dick, pleasure flowing into my brain as her insides rub against the head of my cock. “Then I’m going to right and truly fuck your brains out for that.”

We both lose all sense of composure at that point, Maggie pistoning up and down on my groin, her breasts bouncing up and down in the air as I did my best to match my thrusts with hers; her slick, warm folds sending waves of pleasure through my body as I grab her chest and began to squeeze. She lets out a loud moan as I take one of her nipples into my mouth and begin to suck. At first, nothing came out, but as my suckling intensifies, warm, smooth milk passes from her bosom into my throat. God if I could only describe the sensation…it was the most satisfying thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life. My hands move back to her meaty hips, pressing her curvy hips down against me as she continues to ride me, her face blushing a beautiful shade of scarlet at my new-found assertiveness. All at once, I grab Maggie and with a small yelp, throw her onto her back, her digitigrade hooves poised in the air as her legs were spread, our bodies still connected.

“What are you doing?” She asks with a surprised look on her face.

I lace my fingers between hers before suppressing her concerns with a kiss, “Making you my woman.” I say softly.
Maggie looks at me with surprise in her eyes before I thrust into her, a sultry moan escaping from her lips as I slide into the deepest part of her pussy again, and again, and again. Each time, I build up more momentum as I pound into her, sweat dripping down from my brow from both excitement and exertion. Maggie grabs me by the back, her fingernails digging into my back as she pushes her lips against mine, our tongues mingling as we truly became one. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of rutting like a pair of horny teenagers, I give her one last thrust, pushing myself as far into my older lover as I can. Maggie lets out a delicious moo as she cums with me, her entire body trembling as I pump a torrent of warm, milky cum into the deepest part of her womb. I stay inside of her the entire time, my dick refusing to soften as I stay connected with the woman I love.

For a long time, I lay on top of Maggie, my dick still inside of her, comfortable in my current position. We both pant for breath together, sweat together, and in the dim light of the room, we smile together as we gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Was I…I mean I know I haven’t had much experience…but was it good for you too?” I ask, nervous about my performance.

She giggles and then gives me a peck on the lips before pressing me into her ample, warm bosom, “It was marvelous. You made me feel alive again. Thank you.”

As she strokes my hair, I look up into those beautiful emerald eyes, “Do you think we could be a couple?”

She sighs, “I’m far too old for you, I’ll either outlive you or annoy the hell out of you with all my goofy old habits. I have a daughter that’s only a bit younger than you, and we haven’t even been on a proper date and you already told me you loved me.”
“I meant it though.” I say softly. “I love you.”

Maggie gives me another kiss trying to reassure me, “I know you do.  But are you sure there isn’t someone else you’d rather have?”
“Maggie, I know you might think of me as just a kid, but I was serious. I came inside of you. If you got pregnant, or if this wasn’t a safe day, I’d be there for you no matter what. You’re beautiful, kind, and wise. Nothing would make me happier than spending the rest of my life with you.” I tell her, trying to be as sincere as possible.

Her cheeks become red as flowed down her face, “I’m sorry, you’re such an exceptional young man, and all I can think about is how much you sound like him…God I’m awful.”

I brush my thumb under her eye, rubbing her tears away as I give her a smile, “It’s okay if you miss him. I understand what it’s like to lose someone you care about. And I’ll be patient. If you want to take it slow and respect him, that’s fine. I just want to be there for you.”

Maggie begins to bawl as she pulls me against her chest and I hold her tight, not wanting to let her go. When she finally calms down, I run my fingers through her hair and hum a soft little tune, trying to distract her from her problems.

“You really do love me, don’t you?” She asks, finally breaking the silence.

“Yes.” I say simply.

She squeezes me, planting a kiss on my forehead, “Do you promise to be patient with a senile, old heifer?”

My heart swells in my chest, “Only if my ravishingly beautiful girlfriend stops referring to herself as old.”

Maggie gives me a grateful smile as she tosses me onto my back and aligns herself over my cock again. “You’ve got a long way to go before you can be that cheeky with me, you young whippersnapper!” she says as she teases me.

As our bodies connect again I give out a soft moan as I gaze those sparkling green eyes.

“I love you.” She says as she begins to rock her hips.

“I love you too.” Before pulling my arms around her.

We spent the rest of the night connected just like that, two lonely hearts finding peace as one.