Turn Signal

"Wow, Femmy," Wolt murmurs in lamblike awe. "Anyone ever told you that you got a real fat pussy?"

"*Thanks*, Wolt." I grind my dull teeth, awkwardly kicking my panties loose from one ankle. "...so, you wanna hurry up and get this over with, or...?"

"Why, what's the rush? This ain't a *race*," he jokes, tickle-teasing his scruffy, veiny, twitching shaft with his clawtips. "C'mon, let's savor the moment...!"

I don't really know what's there to *savor* about me just standing here naked in my room while he *ogles* me from his vantage point atop my comforter. The same comforter that I just washed this morning, the same comforter that he's now busily dragging his sweaty balls and butt across, the same comforter I gotta sleep under for an entire week until laundry day comes around again, the same comforter that's gonna smell like aardwolf *jock* and I'm already fuckin' horny enough as it is, damn it.

Really though, knowing Wolt, I'm more than just a little surprised that he could even *think* about taking this slow. I figured he'd be off like a shot before my pants were even off, and yet he's not even doing anything -- not jerking off, hell, he's not even trying to fuck me. Yet, anyway. I mean, he's only *barely* playing with his dick as it is. Saliva's dripping off the tongue half-hanging out the side of his muzzle, which kinda undercuts the sexy thing he's trying to do with his half-lidded eyes.

"I mean damn, girl... that's a serious puss," he continues, scooting a little closer to the edge of my bed and just *grinding* his dick along the soft covers as he does, leaving a trail of sweat and pre-cum smeared across the blanket. "Pink, thick... looks *real* soft, too. Did you shear it today?"

"Yeah, of course," I huff, ignoring the burning in my loins as I squeeze my thighs together, trying to minimize my pussy's profile. "Didn't you say you liked it with a little stubble?"

"More than you know," he purrs, finally reeling that tongue in and biting his lower lip. "Spread your legs so I can look at it better."

I close my eyes and try not to groan out loud, my hooves clenched tight into fists. What the hell kind of foreplay is this? And why am I just going along with it?

"Sure," I seethe, slowly forcing my legs back apart and letting my 'fat' and 'thick' and 'pink' pussy peek back out. "That better?"

"No, go a little more." He clenches and unclenches his free paw in midair a couple of times before finally wrapping his fingers around the base of his dick and giving it a firm *pull*. "Mmmmmgggh... c'mon, fluff that muff, babe. Let's see those lips in action."

...!

"In *action*? So what, like, you just want me to..." I reach for *myself* and put my hooftips on either side of my slit, and just kind of squeeze a little. "...l-like this?"

"Yeah! Yeah, like that!" He nods, enthusiastic, running his paw up and down his dick slowly. "Put one of your feet up on the bed so that I can get a really good look."

I snort, bracing against the dresser as I slowly lift one of my freshly-shaved legs before planting my foot firmly down on the mattress beside him. It's a hard angle for me to make, because my bed kinda sits up high, but I'm not actually very tall -- so I'm sort of leaned back with my head awkwardly cradled against the dresser. In reality it's probably even less sexy than it sounds, and it's leaving me *completely* exposed down there. I'm pretty sure from this angle he can see pretty much everything I've got. If I were leaning any further back, I might as well be laying on my back, spread-legged.

And yet, it seems to be working for him. He's literally on the edge of his seat, wide-eyed and eager. He did say he wanted to see them 'in action', so I manually part my lips for him and begin rubbing my nub in time to his own slow, playful strokes. My own wetness eases my hard hooftip along, polishing it as it glides over my tender pink slit.

"This working for you?"

He nods over-enthusiastically.

"Uh... okay," I chuckle nervously. "Well, whenever you're ready for more than just... whatever this is... just say the word."

"I'm building up to it," he grins. "I've had my eye on you ever since I found out you were, y'know..."

"Single?"

"An ewe."

I'm not sure how to react to that, so I just kind of nod.

"Hey, can I smell you?" he asks.

I stop rubbing, looking down at myself. "Haha, what, like my perfume? 'Cause I'm not wearing any--"

"No, I can tell that much. I mean, I want to smell your, y'know. *You.*" He points at my puss with a clawed forefinger, smirking.

"You're asking if you can *smell* my, uh, crotch...?" I cough. "Really?"

He nods again, grin widening.

"Honestly, I really wanna just bury my whole face in there. Big pussies are kinda my jam, and I've never seen one as big -- for a girl your size -- as the one you got. It's callin' my name."

My head's whirling. I didn't realize mine was *big*. I thought they were all just, y'know, wide-set like this. I can't really say I've looked too close at other ewe pussies. Usually, like, I'm focused on something else in the pictures.

"Mine's not *that* big though, ha ha," I nervously laugh, gauging his face. "Right?"

His reaction's immediate, and emphatic.

"You *kidding*? Girl, you could take an entire elephant -- *both* trunks!" He's off the bed now, but since there's not that much room between the foot of my bed and my dresser, it basically means he's all but rubbing against me. I can feel his hot, wet, peppermint-scented breath on my muzzle. "I'll earn my keep while I'm down there, though. Trust me -- I'm good with my tongue."

"I mean, you talked me into stripping for you, didn't you?" I lean further back, one leg still on the bed (so I'm basically spreading for him), my headwool smooshing and fanning out against the dresser. "I think I've already got an idea of just how smooth that tongue of yours is."

Wolt buffs his nails on his shaggy coat, purring. He arcs his back, and I feel that sweaty, wet tip of his smear against my mound.

"I mean... I can get *rough* with it too, if that's what you're into," he murmurs, snaking an arm around me and brushing the small of my back with his claws.

The words are out of my mouth faster than I can realize, and already I hate myself.

"Yes, please."


"Then **get on the fucking bed**," he orders.


The fine wool on my neck stands up. The demanding voice, the way he phrases it, that predatory *growl* punctuating his words -- I feel like I've just been called out in front of the whole Pack by the Alpha himself. Before I know it I'm scrambling to get onto the mattress, still on all fours. He shoves my legs apart, and I lose my balance, faceplanting into a pillow -- which *also* smells like his balls.

"***WOLTER***!" I *scream* as I feel him make good on his -- threat? offer? promise? -- shoving his face right into my snatch, drawing in an audibly heavy breath. I feel him hold it for several seconds before breathing hot onto my lips, sending chills up and down my spine.

"You *diff* shay you wamted iff rouff," he mumbles around a mouthful of my labia, dragging against me his teeth, tongue, and lips.

"I *did*, yeah," I moan, burying my head under my pillow to try to drown out the laughter from Ozzy *and* Avo downstairs (and knowing full well that I will never hear the end of this), "but what happened to taking it slow?! I thought you said this wasn't a race?!"

He lifts his head, and I hear him licking his lips with a loud *smack*.

"It wasn't," he pants, thrusting a finger into my slit and swishing it around, causing me to let out another angry, anxious, needy bleat. "...until the light turned green."