The Next Chapter - Lou Gagliardi

“Are you ready?”

Marc looked over at Misha. That’s when his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She looked beautiful! Her greyish fur, in all of its hues contrasted in a lovely way with the pink nightie. The way her blue eyes sparkled in the low lighting. Her rosettes really popped out underneath it. He stammered and tried to come up with a response but nothing came out verbally. The bulge in his pants, though definitely told a different story. He was large and in charge.

“oh yeah...you’re ready….”

She purred and walked over, hips rolled and legs went one after another. Misha’s tail swished behind her, eyes half opened. The equine and the feline had been dating for going on four months but he hadn’t been prepared for the moment Misha said she wanted to move to the next level. Yet, here he was ready and rearing to go. Marc sat in his boxers, proud body on display.

Once she got close enough, Marc felt her hand wrap around his member. He let out a gasp as he felt her hand enclose around the clothed rod. She started to stroke it up and down, going as slow as possible. He felt her lips lock with his, and his hand wrap around her waist. She tried, to no avail, to lift him up by his rigid member. That was met with a giggle and a chuckle from each partner.  She stood there and pouted over this until Marc indeed got up. Marc lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. He pulled her panties down as he carried her, careful to keep her full weight at the same time,  and threw them down the hall blindly.  She giggled between kisses and he felt her tail thumping against his hands.

At least they got to her bedroom and set her on the bed. Marc stood before her and all but ripped his boxers of ready to give her the riding of a lifetime. She put a hand to his chest and shook her head no, then handed him the tiny package. Marc nodded and right there, in front of her, tore the package open and started to unroll it. He then put it over as much of his member as it would fit.

“Now?”

“Mmmmhmmm...”

A grin formed as he grabbed her thighs and splayed them open. He reached down and inserted a finger into her, to judge how ready she was. A wiggle here and there caused her to moan and shiver. The equine nodded and started to slowly push into her, as he did so her moans got louder and louder.


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Marc woke up the next morning and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. His body was still sore from the incredible love making they did. Sore, but he felt amazing. It definitely felt being with Misha. The equine didn’t mean in a sexual manner either. While she was amazing in bed, her whole personality is what attracted him to her.

Misha came out of the bedroom area hair wet but already dressed for work. She looked up at him and started to blush.  The equine chuckled and walked over to her, hooves clopped on the wooden tiles of her floor. He put his arms around her, bent down and kissed her cheek before Marc moved back and gave her the space she needed.

As soon as she sat down at the table, he put a plate of eggs and some bacon in front of her. They were as scrambled as her emotions, he could tell. Marc sat down across from her, coffee mug in hand. She wouldn’t look up at him, merely moving around the eggs though she did pick up one of the bacon strips and take a bite.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

“I’m just wondering if we made the right choice. I mean don’t get me wrong, Marc, it was FANTASTIC and wow, you are admittedly big.”

She blushed when she said that out loud for the first time. He chuckled. Marcus wasn’t prideful or anything knowing that he was ‘blessed’ to be a horse. But it did sound funny coming from her lips. He leaned over and took her hands in his and kissed them.

“We made a fantastic choice! And I’m not just saying that to lure ya back. We’re grown adults and we should be able to decide if we want a relationship that includes sex, Misha. I personally say yes. If you say no, though, then there’d be no more after last night until your ready.”

She shoved eggs into her mouth and Marcus moved back to give her a little bit of space. Her ear twitched as she finally realized what that beeping noise they both heard. She got up and grabbed her PADD and Misha’s eyes widened even more.

“OH CRAP! I’M LATE!”

She dashed off. Then Misha came back in and kissed Marcus on the lips.

“I’ll be back in about five hours if I’m fired first. Please don’t go anywhere.”

“Pap said I have the day off, so don’tcha worry none. I’ll be here. I’ll clean up and do some grocery shopping or something.”

The snow leopard nodded and giggled, giving him another kiss. Or rather tries to since he was now standing to his full height and she was small. With a soft mew, she tried to tug him down. Instead, his towel got removed, which would have exposed his ass to the entire front street if she hadn’t closed the shutters earlier. She gave him a wave as he stood there stunned.

“Next time, wear pants.”

The cheeky comment came as she walked out the door. Marc did indeed go to put on some spare clothing he had at the house. The day dragged on for both of them, Marc going through the motions of buying a nice pasta dinner, getting the extra big meatballs that Misha loved as well as a bottle of cheap, but nice tasting wine. It was hard to afford the expensive stuff on a farmer’s salary. But he made due. He was thinking of giving it all up and coming to live in the city. For the right girl.

The more he thought of it, Misha was that kind of girl. As Marc let the pasta boil and the sauce simmer, he pulled out his own PADD and started to search for engagement rings. The equine knew it had only been four months, but he already felt that Misha was definitely the one. The connection was definitely there. He only hoped she felt the same way.