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When moderate/severe depression AND a writers block hit me at the same time, this shepcoon willingly went into total lockdown mode. Suffice to say, I still endure moments of that same suck-ass depression... X(\n \nFortunately, I believe I'm beginning to surface from the muck of self-anguish and that ever-prescient impostor syndrome that constantly threatens to ridicule me and my writing down into an early grave.\nSuffice to say, this piece ought to serve as a small pebble that'll crack a hole in the surface of my writing block wall. >83 \n\n[center][t][u]~* CREDITS & ACKNOWLEDGMENTS *~[/u][/t]\n\nBEAUTIFUL sexy YCH artwork (c) @KDraws πŸ¦ŠπŸ’–\nConnie \"BEE\" Furwood (c) @PaydayWolf πŸΊπŸ’\nMaxwell Blackburnadeaux & Enim-Noinu (c) @GratitudeAdvocate[/center]\n\nAs far as the Alternatives situation is concerned?\nSame deal as the last post with Milly:\n[i]1: Dry/Penetration\n2: Urine/Watersports\n3. Estrus/Wet Pussy\n4: Creampie/internal cumshot[/i]\n\nENJOI ❀️ \nNever forget to tip your local karaoke DJ! ;3", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A long-awaited set of YCH illustrations to be shared alongside an accompanying short story written by yours truly. ;3

I'm very sorry it took me so long to get around to sharing this absolute cheetah-girl hotness with y'all. When moderate/severe depression AND a writers block hit me at the same time, this shepcoon willingly went into total lockdown mode. Suffice to say, I still endure moments of that same suck-ass depression... X(
 
Fortunately, I believe I'm beginning to surface from the muck of self-anguish and that ever-prescient impostor syndrome that constantly threatens to ridicule me and my writing down into an early grave.
Suffice to say, this piece ought to serve as a small pebble that'll crack a hole in the surface of my writing block wall. >83

~* CREDITS & ACKNOWLEDGMENTS *~

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As far as the Alternatives situation is concerned?
Same deal as the last post with Milly:
1: Dry/Penetration
2: Urine/Watersports
3. Estrus/Wet Pussy
4: Creampie/internal cumshot

ENJOI ❀️
Never forget to tip your local karaoke DJ! ;3", "writing": "[i]\"HOLY HELL, ENIM-FREAKING-NOINU DROPPED THEIR NEW ALBUM?!\"[/i]\n\nConnie Furwood, most notably referred to by friends and cohorts as 'Bee', lay on her cozy bed one early morning before school, scrolling through her cellphone, wearing a pair of her favorite rock band's panties, a few studded collars, her trusty pair of rounded bifocals and not very much else.\n\nConnie was browsing Twitter, seeking out any and all video footage of Maxwell Blackburnadeaux's latest on-stage freak-out during Enim-Noinu's most recent live performance. Bee saw a tiny text message pop up on her screen over a still image of Max's aggressive, snarling face that said: \n\n[center][b]Attention: All Unified School Districts - Today's inclement weather has forced all schools in the nearby area to close. To anyone who wishes to travel, please plan accordingly in advance and stay safe on the roads during harsh snow conditions. We are sorry for this unfortunate update. Stay tuned for more information.[/b][/center]\n\n\"Ha! Take that, schoolyard suckers! Now I can spend the whole day staying warm and cozy in my bedroom, dreaming of the one shepcoon guy whom I'd devote my entire being to. Oh Max, you crazy hybrid dog guy, why must you be so eternally fucking cool??!\" Connie asked out loud to literally nobody.\nShe snickered softly behind a cupped hand-paw as she crossed her legs underneath her bedsheets, resisting the urge to fondle herself, despite feeling such tremendous tingling sensations. Seeing Maxwell always seemed to trigger something wildly erotic in the cheetah girl's brain, almost as if she were meant to be bred by him in all sorts of a weird ritualistic manner of ways.\nEven if he performed like a madman on the brink of a vast, tumultuous edge.\n\nBee abided in a very simple yet perhaps overly horny philosophy: the harder her fondest rock idols rocked out, the wetter she became in her panties. The cheetah girl ruined one pair too many, adding so much to her father Edward's general overall confusion. He couldn't figure out why his daughter constantly went through one pair after another and another even still. Eddy didn't consider that his constant sexual activity with his little feline girl had anything to do with it, though he might reconsider the importance of cleaning up directly in the midst of an orgasmic aftermath from now on as a direct result.\n\nConnie's eyes widened as she read the tiny screen illuminated in front of her cute cheetah face. \n\"Wait, is their new album available to order now, or is a- oh, it is available! Wicked!\" \nConnie grinned and tittered beneath her breath, issuing a tiny mewling meow of excitement. Her tail jerked and jittered while nestled between striped red and black bedsheets that had been long-since stained with patches of sweat and traces of feminine seminal fluids. \nConnie had a tendency to leak raw vaginal estrus in her sleep, dreaming about the various sexual encounters she has had over the course of her life. Sometimes she'd score with a fantastic fever-dream involving Bradley or Maxwell, but she was always the most excited about seeing Max come to her in her wet dreams, for Connie was wise to the notion that Brad had his precious Calli in his life, yet Max had... nobody. Maybe even everybody all at once, which could get to be even lonelier still.\nIn other words? Maxwell was a perfect recipient to accept Bee's fondest pleasures.\n\nBrowsing through Enim-Noinu's bandwidth-heavy website (thanks to Maile's insistence of incorporating striking visual graphics onto the loading screen), Connie tapped into the group's online Bandcamp store and her jaw dropped at how AFFORDABLE the asking price was for Enim-Noinu's latest musical venture. Four sustained tracks that coincide with one another, assembling a single length-play release, with no extended-play remix or B-side release action in sight. Connie's heart jumped even further at the sight of one single sentence she read over and over like a curse: \n[i]\"New album available: pay what you will, or don't!\"[/i]\n\n\"Oh my Gosh! I can... literally hear the album... without having to pay a cent for it? But that feels wrong, somehow. They deserve all the credit they can afford to get, don't they? Why would I want to listen to their newest music for free? That's just... cheating. Isn't it? Or is it?\"\nConnie questioned herself, grappling with her sense of reasoning and commitment. She ultimately gave into the notion of a potential freebie by way of a glorified online honor system but only when she saw the statistics of whoever else had paid in advance versus whoever had simply downloaded the newest LP album release without providing a tip or fee in advance. When Connie saw all the others who had downloaded the album for nothing, her heart rested a little easier as so too did her general conscience. At least she wouldn't be the one and only user who didn't pay in advance, since dozens of others also skipped the option of making a sustainable payment to download the goods.\n\n\"First come, first serve, I suppose. As much as I'd love to own a physical copy, I don't think daddy would be very happy about it if I asked him.\"\nConnie's eyes darted to her bedroom door, anticipating her father to enter right there and then. She imagined seeing him stumble into her bedroom, nearly empty bottle of scotch in one hand-paw and a ball-gag in the other, breath reeking of grain alcohol and cannabis. Connie proceeded to unravel the mind-fantasy of her dear old dad climbing into her bed to engage in another round or several of naughty father-on-daughter nude wrestling with penetration involved, a pure incest-driven spectacle.\n\nFortunately for Bee, her mind's fantasy didn't pan out exactly as intended. Dad must be sleeping extra-hard today, Connie thought to herself. She shrugged and paid no mind, since he was probably already bingeing from the bottle by now, never mind the schools being closed down on account of a snow day. Besides, Edward would've been far too drunk to even pay attention to any on-screen notifications or incoming phone calls, let alone take a look outside at how pristinely white the world had become overnight. Their home practically belonged in the kingdom of Narnia.\n\n\"Oh fine, if you guys must insist. I'll just order this thing for free. Hang on, Max! Your number one fan is coming! Gosh, these are so f-f-freaking stuffy!\" Connie exclaimed. She kicked the bedsheets free from her legs, now fully exposed all the way down to her foot paws, wearing only her pair of Enim-Noinu panties and a couple leather-clad bracelets. \n\n\"Off with you, stuffy bastard sheets!\" Connie said in a deep, comical villainous voice that made her giggle in reaction to herself. \"Jeez, I sound like my dad now.\" \nConnie blinked and rubbed her eye sockets, gently lifting her glasses up onto her wrist briefly before settling her hand-paw back down at her side but not before re-adjusting her lenses so the frame didn't slip down the bridge of her nose constantly, which she HATED to no end. Connie adjusted her pillowcase, which was also black and striped but not with a red color like her bedsheets. No, her pillowcase boasted a rich teal shade, similar to her hair highlights, which was no happy accident to begin with. Connie 'Bee' Furwood treated color coordination quite seriously.\n\nEven with fresh snowfall gracing the outside world, Connie's room remained generally warm and comfy. She could rest easily on her bed without a need for extra bedsheets. Thank goodness for quality in-home insulation. Connie wondered for how long she'd be able to relax in place before being forced somehow to get up and get something done for her father or for somebody else. Before anybody or anything could even approach such a chance at disturbing the cheetah girl's peace of mind, she decided to grant herself a brief moment of enhanced sexually-gratifying clarity.\nBut first?\nConnie waited for just a few more minutes until Enim-Noinu's latest album finished downloading, bursting at the seams with rabid, radical intent on playing the latest release in its entirety, which actually held no official name, only four oddly-titled tracks: Scholeris, Choleris, Fronteris and Inchioris.\n\n\"Alright, I must get even more comfy than ever before. Here goes nothing!\" Connie raised up her bottom-end and yanked free her panties, removing the elastic hem from around her waist, slipping the soft fabric down her legs and past her ankles, eventually yanking the slightly soiled pair of rocker-girl Enim-Noinu undies free from her body entirely, flinging them off to her side. She aimed for the ground near her bed but the panties landed near right her pillow instead. She shrugged and rolled with it, not having any discrepancies about smelling her own sickly-sweet feminine aroma.\n\nOnce the album download finished, Connie used a compressed file app on her device to open and unzip a .RAR file with a perfectly blank title. Her MP3 music-player app scanned and detected four new tracks added to her well-established mobile playlist. Right away an image of the album cover surfaced and materialized on Connie's phone screen which caused the beloved cheetah girl to squeal excitedly. Max's face graced the cover of their latest album release, with the other members formed in a semi-circle beneath his wide-eyed staring predatory gaze, left eye-socket aglow with a burst of flame rivulets that spiraled behind an orange eye patch fitted with thick fashionable safety pins and small beaded charms. The album cover was furiously lit beyond all reasonable doubt. Connie only hoped the actual music sounded as cool as the album's based cover was...\n\nFrom the very moment Bradley's first guitar strum echoed from Connie's phone speaker, she felt utterly captivated. Soon enough, she heard a clashing of toms and cymbals that represented Maile Martinez's drumming chops, right on point whilst keeping a strong foundation in tandem with the string-instrumental rhythm. Soon enough, that distinct smacking bass sound slipped in and Connie felt a tingling in her groin that refused to ease up in reaction to it. When Maxwell's crooning gravely singing voice burst forth onto the scene, filling Connie's ears with the sound of her beloved shepcoon idol's luscious cadence, she nearly fainted.\n\n\"Oh my holy Fuck, he sounds so GOOD! So dreamy! Mm, Max! Sing for me, baby!\" Connie exclaimed, rolling feverishly in place back and forth, crumpling her bedsheets with the imprint of her petite cheetah-anthro body. Her pigtails swayed along with her active tail as Connie felt an overwhelming attraction to the music she now heard out loud, knowing that one of her favorite and most sexiest of anthro bassists played in it only just recently. The notes sounded stellar and impeccable even while playing from a tiny smartphone speaker, with sung verses so refined and percussive fill-ins honed to a craft. Maile's drumming skills brought a realm of pure uninhibited fire to the overall recorded session. Calli's synthesized notes heard just off to the background imbued the first song with a thick atmospheric aura that caused Connie's heart to race. Either with fear or excitement, she couldn't really say for sure.\n\nLittle Bee closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them again, she saw Maxwell reflected in her reading bifocals. The cheetah girl blinked once, then three times and tried to wake herself up... yet to no avail. No pinch too hard could hope to pull her free from this unending slumber. No matter how hard Connie tried to imagine Maxwell not being in the room with her, the vices of her own yearning subconscious betrayed her time and time again and he just... kept... appearing.\n\nConnie's nostrils didn't bleed, per se - not until her fantasy-derived shepcoon talked to her.\n\n\"What's up, Bee? Hey, how are you enjoying our newest album release? Cool first track, huh? Calli and Maile wrote that one together in a collaborative effort, which was awesome to witness unfold in person. Say, aren't you gonna catch a cold? You're a real trooper, you know that? Being so exposed like this during snowy weather... are ya sure you don't want a blanket to cuddle with at least, kiddo?\"\n\n\"No thanks, I'll be fine, sir.\"\nConnie whispered out loud to an empty room, seeing Maxwell approach her, but only in her wildest fantasies. \"I'm actually very comfortable right now, believe it or not! Um, did you want to lay down with me as well? We could share the comfort together then.\"\n\n\"Is that so? I guess even full nudity has its benefits from time to time.\"\nConnie's fantasy-Max said. Connie reached down by gut impulse to fidget at her groin, tickling her dampened vulva and flicking at the exposed tip of her feline clitoris with her thumb-paw while continuing to stare feverishly at the approaching shepcoon. Connie's heart raced and her eyes stayed glued wide open, fixated to her fantasy vision of a very naked Maxwell Blackburnadeaux stood in place, casting deviant lewd overly-flirtatious glares upon her body every now and then.\n\n\"Hey, Connie. Can I ask you a very important question, darling cheetah-girl?\" Max inquired, eyes open wide and brow curved into a genuine sense of complacence. Connie nodded yes in response to his question while continuing to masturbate herself with unyielding aroused splendor.\n\n\"Sure thing, you can ask me anything! I'm like an open book!\" Connie said, if not reluctantly.\n\n\"Actually, I just wanted to know if I may have your permission to fuck you stupid right now. Would you mind terribly, kiddo?\"\nMax asked Connie as casually as he would ask someone else for the time of day. Connie's face turned beet-red with a blush and her pussy quivered in reaction to his saucy weighted question. She felt her finger-paws squish against her mons and refrained from touching herself... not quite yet. Connie knew this was all stemming from her mind, that none of this was real and that the Maxwell she now glanced upon was as fantasy-driven as a Vocaloid hologram in a Japanese super-arena.\nAnd yet... a small part of her could've sworn she was staring right at her idolized shepcoon grunge-rocker in the flesh.\n\nConnie offered a response to Fantasy-Max's question in the form of an orgasmic moaning gasp. His eyebrow curled into a check-mark shape and he bore his canine teeth in a heartwarming smile.\n\"Of course if you don't want to, then we could always just-\"\n\n\"No! Sorry, I just... can't believe this is happening. Are you real? Am I... dreaming?\" Connie asked. \n\n\"Hmm, well? Let's just say I'm about as real as you want me to be. How's that for starters?\"\nConnie nodded and bit down on her lower lip while gently spreading her legs, blissfully aware that she was inviting a fragment of imaginary masculine shepcoon intensity over to slide prominently in between her thighs and wedge a rod of sheer ecstasy in place inside the warm, wet confides of her feline vagina with that odd funny canine-established knot of thickened girth at the base of his erect ghost-penis.\n\n\"Holy shit, that last sentence was quite the run-on, wouldn't you say?\" Maxwell asked nobody in particular. Connie's head cocked at a funny angle with her confusion visibly detected in her expression. \n\n\"What?\" Connie pondered at the shepcoon, now lowering himself down in place besides Connie's petite cheetah-girl body.\n\n\"Oh, nothing. Just a little fourth-wall breakage, that's all. But never mind our captive audience, you are exceptionally beautiful. Fuck yes, you are.\" Maxwell said, hand-paws trembling with nerves. Connie recognized that her imaginary lover was literally as nervous as she was about proceeding onward with any further lust-driven coitus and thought he was absolutely adorable because of it. However, that idea wasn't exactly on her mind right then and there.\n\n\"Wait, there's an audience watching us right now?!\" Connie's teal-green eyes darted back and forth, looking for anything remotely suspicious: a glowing red standby light, crooked furniture, misplaced photos on the wall (Of which there were only a few; one of Connie and Edward posing together with her mother Mary, long since passed, rest in peace. The other two were framed prints of Enim-Noinu and Maxwell, respectively.), literally anything out of place. Her nerves begin to fray in reaction to the stress of being watched. Maxwell chuckled in response to her brief lapse of panic and caressed her fluffy cheek with his hand-paw. He boasted a calming touch that was most welcome, indeed.\n\n\"Relax, precious Connie, we're all alone in this room. Not even your father can hear or see what you're getting up to in here, trust me. The man is passed out in a toxic hangover just outside, in the living room, sitting on a sofa, watching mindless television while grieving for your dear mother.\" Connie's hitched hyperventilating subsided into calm, relaxed breaths. So there's no need to fear anyone spying in on her and Max after all, then?\nMax replied as if he'd heard her thoughts.\n\"The walls are insulated. Fresh snowfall has also helped to muffle certain sounds emanating outside from within this darling household of yours. So in other words?\"\nMax grabbed Connie's thighs and lifted them both up to place her legs down upon his lap.\n\"We're all alone. You can scream as loud as you'd like because in the long run? Nobody except for us both will be able to hear a single sound.\"\n\n\"But why would I scream? I love you, Max! I'd never want to feel anything less than pure love for you! Why would I ever feel a need to scream?\" Connie asked, blissfully ignorant of so much. Maxwell, or a young cheetah cub-girl's interpretation of Max, only smiled and lowered his head down to hers to lick her snout playfully and position his muzzle against her ear. He whispered softly and quietly, just loud enough to be heard by her:\n\n\"Give it time, kiddo.\" \nConnie inhaled with a quick gasp, realizing she just received a shepcoon kiss on her nose and squealed like a schoolgirl in hopeless unrequisited love with her precious beloved sensei. His soothing, golden speaking voice flowed like honey and molasses into her ear, sweetening her mind and forcing her heart to race into a triple-time category. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and clung onto his hips with indomitable force, resisting the will or urge to let go or loosen her grip. Connie 'Bee' Furwood had no idea how to proceed but whatever it took, she knew she'd have just as much fun with Max as she ever did with her dad or anyone else who happened to give the cheetah girl a double-take in a dark alleyway at night before dragging her off into a random nearby hobby-hole to be raped profusely by a shady criminal underground pedophilic creeper in hiding. Whereas other girls found such ideas to be a complete travesty, Connie rolled with the punches without really considering her options nor the urge to speak out against her abusers.\n\n\"Time is all we have by our side, after all. Right? Isn't that one of your song lyrics??\" Connie said, reaching her arms up to the sides of her head, clenching hold of her black & teal-striped pillow as Max reached down to massage her fluffy cheetah-girl belly, rubbing gently at her ribcage and her breastplate, even mildly poking at her navel from time to time. \n\n\"Very good, Connie. That is indeed a track I wrote along with Maile. Is it one of your favorites?\" Connie nodded her head vibrantly in response. Maxwell smiled wide and nodded. Connie noticed Max had a single silvery fang jutted out from the left side of his muzzle, glinting in the low dim moonlight reflected from outside her bedroom window, for the morning was still far too early for daybreak to occur. \nDawn had yet to reveal itself, only an icy cool moonlit glow cast a pale shadow across a stark white snow-covered field of rolling hills. Soon enough, the overcast sky would turn gradually brighter and eventually the sun would peek out from beyond the bleak, pale distant horizon. Before then, the world Connie knew best outside was enveloped in a blanket of sheer calming darkness, made even more distinguishable by the chilly atmospheric presence of freshly-fallen snow.\n\n\"Absolutely! I sing it sometimes to myself in the shower or when I'm in phys-ed class at school. Your words always pump me up and fill me with determination!\" Connie said with excitement, hearing her speaking voice growing higher in pitch.\n\n\"Awesome. Maybe I'll show you another way of pumping you up and filling you with... determination, as you so fruitfully put it yourself. Would that be particularly appealing to you?\"\nMax asked Connie, clapping his girth-endowed erection against her wet mons teasingly. Little Bee's eyes widened behind her round glasses and her blushing became hard to resist or ignore for long. \n\n\"Anything you'd like, Maxwell! I'm all yours, you absolute rock star!\" Connie's eyelids nearly welled up with tears of joy over how equally excited and nervous she was about taking Maxwell in such a private and wholly intimate manner. Max nodded and gave Connie's cheek another quick licking kiss before he leaned his pelvis in and thrust forward, ramming his erect dick squarely into the spread-wide, winking orifice of her vaginal slit. Connie's mind split in two like a wooden two-by-four cracking against the metallic surface of a steel-edged woodsman's axe. She shrieked and groaned aloud, tongue jutting freely from between her soft blackened cheetah-girl lips. Connie's spotted fur coat shifted and swayed in the dim glow of moonlight cast from outside as Maxwell's thrusts held a regulatory pace and speed, sliding his thick veiny shaft in and out from between her fleshy-pink vulva.\n\n\"How does this feel, Connie? You really are quite a nice, healthy young fuck, did you know that?\" Max said through a passionate snarl. He reached down beside her head and picked up her panties, crumpling them into a wad of dampened cloth. First he clenched hold of Connie's Enim-Noinu undergarments in his hand-paw, then he took a deep whiff of her lewd scents which caused his thrusting to speed up significantly.\n\n\"Aaah, fuck! Mm, yes! Oh, Max! Max! Baby, do I smell good? I taste better, huh? Fuck! Fuck!!\" Connie's eyes rolled back into her skull as the cheetah-girl embraced every sloppy, wet thrust into her yearning shepcoon-hungry pussy. After he had his fill of aromatic deep-sniffing pleasure, he then balled her cherished Enim-Noinu panties up into a smaller wad than before and shoved the elastic nylon & polyester-mixed cloth into her mouth, allowing Connie to taste her own arousal. The cheetah girl moaned aloud in reaction while holding onto her pillowcase for dear life, embracing every filthy, dirty grinding thrust deeper into her wet, warm feline girlhood.\n\nHaving a bit of difficulty breathing, Connie decided to spit her panties out, causing them to unravel and settle in place beside her head once more, just beneath her pillow, barely out of sight.\n\"Ah Fuck, don't stop! Don't stop until you explode inside of me, just like my dad does all the time!\"\nConnie's attention returned back to the shepcoon who was desperately fucking her with such rigorous intensity. Max reached down to raise one of her legs up, clenching hold of her thigh while hanging onto her torso, keeping a firm grip upon her belly. Maxwell sped up even faster for he was reaching his first of many, many climaxes. Connie's toes curled inward and her tail jerked and jostled in reaction to the orgasmic wave of lust that rushed prominently over her entire being. Connie clenched hold of her pillowcase in a firm vice-grip of epic youthful proportions while riding out her own rigorous orgasm, dampening Max's thick girth-laden knot.\n\nMaxwell's grip loosened upon Connie's thigh and her leg lowered downwards, only to be wrapped back around his saucy masculine hips. Connie's ankles locked in place right near the base of Max's ringed tail as Max reached towards the other side of her pillow and pressed her cellphone's activation button, turning it back on again. Once its small LED screen lit up, Max noticed the MP3 app was still playing Enim-Noinu's latest track, only the volume had been turned down a bit more than intended, which wasn't an option. Maxwell pushed a small volume up button on the device's skinny side and the phone went from a silent whisper of music to a full-blown alarm-clock of intense symphonic grunge metal, the perfect accompaniment to Connie's girlish moans and aroused shrieks of unhinged pleasure. \n\n\"Moan for me, kitten. Your new shepcoon daddy's gonna fuck you so hard.\" Maxwell said with sinister undertones. Connie's chest heaved as her pierced nipples glistened in the soft glow of moonlight, now fading and subsiding to the warming embrace of a blustery early morning.\n\n\"Maxwell, do me like I'm a housewife just begging for it!\" Connie said, shocking Max into a startled, silent reprieve. He paused his thrusting briefly so as to register what she had said. Connie scoffed and tried to grind herself against his knotted dick but lost traction immediately. Her eyes widened and her speech progressively increased in speed and delivery, another nervous tic in effect.\n\"What, what'd I say? Isn't that considered kinky? Dude, my dad always tells me that whenever he plays with me like this, he always says to me, 'Okay my baby girl, I'm about to do you like a housewife just begging for it, so stay quiet and be good and obedient!' but I don't know what he's even talking about half the time, so I say it just to avoid upsetting him but is that what I am to all the other guys who enjoy naked wrestling with me like this? A housewife? What even is a wife of the house and what kind of roles does she serve? Can a housewife act as a daughter as well? Why would-\"\n\nMax hushed Connie with a single estrus-slicked finger-paw.\n\"I'll do you one better: not as a housewife, but as my beloved beautiful young daughter.\" Max winked and flashed a savory smile that could melt a thousand hearts in unison.\n\"I love you very much, Connie Furwood. Precious little Bee, you are my number one fan. I'm about to show you how much I appreciate your unwavering fan-based support. Brace yourself, dear precious feline child.\"\n\nMaxwell gave Connie another warm, wet slurp upon her forehead with his tongue then dragged his trusty oral muscle down against her face, along the bridge of her snout and eventually reached her whiskered cheeks. Connie opened her mouth and nearly swallowed Maxwell's probing tongue as they embraced in a very heated, erotic kiss. Max's pierced nipples clang against Connie's, creating a tiny sound of ringing metallic bells. Maxwell's muscular shepcoon arms reached down and wrapped around Connie's shoulders, hugging her close to his own body. Connie licked at Max's neck as she felt his knot slide into her pussy repeatedly in the throes of a relentless burst of sexual intensity. His manly groans and canine grunts coupled alongside her mewling gasps and girlish shrieks was more than enough to force anyone over the edge of sanity and reason. Max eventually paused for a brief moment in mid-thrust. Connie tapped his chest, urging him to keep going and not to stop so soon, slightly confused over why he paused to begin with.\n\n\"Sorry, love. Nature calls.\" Max said. \nConnie tried to figure out what he'd meant and all at once, a flash of undeniable warmth flooded Connie's vaginal depths. She felt a warm trickling sensation of liquid flowing freely from between her legs, puddling into a tiny pool on her bedsheets below. Connie took a brief moment to recognize that she had just received a urinary enema from the shepcoon who now fucked her with such rigorous passion. Apparently the notion of pausing sex with Connie was far too much for her mental interpretation of Max to handle and instead of taking a quick potty-break, he opted to promote her pussy as his go-to urinal pot instead. Any other girl might have freaked out and attempted to leave in the heat of that moment but unlike other girls, Connie Furwood was altogether familiar with such bedroom conduct, for her own father had also done the same thing before in the past. As far as Connie was concerned, a guy like Maxwell or her own dad could save time and effort by pissing into their lover instead of into some cold, porcelain toilet seat.\n\nConnie felt as if she were practically going insane over the frenetic intensity and overwhelming satisfying passion of Maxwell's intense horny intercourse, now scented with a subtle vinegary whiff of piss and the sea-salty aroma of fresh semen. Connie's underage vagina squirted with due diligence against her beloved rock-star idol's groin, spattering his subtle tuft of raccoon-furred pubic region with beaded droplets of feline-rich fine female seminal fluid. \n\nMax smiled wide again and leaned back from Connie's body, reaching up to his side to caress one of her legs in his grip. Max slathered his tongue against Connie's dainty foot-paw, licking at her heel, ankle, soles and soon enough sucking on her toes, one fluffy nailed digit at a time. Connie's swollen fucked-hard cheetah cunt leaked relentlessly with the sensation of fresh ejaculate trickling freely from within as Max sustained a deep-rutted orgasm inside of his number-one fan's uterus. Connie's heart burst with excitement when she realized this version of Maxwell had knocked her up so fucking hard by climaxing relentlessly with reckless abandon balls-deep in her young cheetah-girl twat. The pleasure was so overwhelming that Max was nearly on the verge of fainting himself. Connie wanted Maxwell to fall fast asleep by her side so she could hug and embrace him while witnessing the rising sun appear from afar, casting a brilliant glow of daylight shining into her bedroom.\n\nOf course, reality always had the unfair advantage of seeping in far too early.\n\nConnie's eyes blinked and she realized she was all alone in her bed, panties laying in place on one side of her head. On the other side of her pillow, Connie's cellphone was already playing the fourth and final track of the latest album release. So in the midst of sheer pleasure, she had not just heard the other two tracks in between but she LIVED them, vicariously through Maxwell's pleasurable early-morning experience. Connie laid back on her bed and took a few good, deep inhalations of sickly-sweet stuffy pheromone-thick air, letting out her breaths in deep sighs of tumultuous relief.\n\nConnie's bedroom door knocked twice and opened to reveal a very scraggly, messy-haired wolf-man standing in place, peeking in through the doorframe. Edward witnessed his cheetah daughter damn-near naked and sprawled out on her bed, having survived a very hefty bout of intense masturbation so early in the waking morning's dawn. Connie's overly-costly Enim-Noinu panties lay in place on one side of Connie's overly-costly TempurPedic pillow while her equally overly-costly cellphone sat beside her pillow on the exact opposite side of her undergarments, playing a strange type of music Edward was unfamiliar with. \n\n\"Connie, dear, your school called me and left a voicemail message. Apparently they're closed today on account of the snowstorm. We got a helluva lot here as well, though. Did you see outside yet?\" Eddy asked Connie. She nodded with an affectionate smirk upon her cheeks, raising her lips in a cute cat's curled grin.\n\n\"Snow day, daddy! Now we can spend as much time together as we want!\" Connie replied in earnest, causing Edward to chuckle low and scratch at his chin. He tried to conceal his erection but the sight of his sexy young cheetah daughter laying nude and spread-legged while recovering from a hefty bout of self-pleasure inflicted at such an early hour in the morning made it extremely difficult to do so. Edward saw that she at least wore her favorite studded bracelets and collar in her sleep, maybe her prescription reading glasses as well. Eddy's mind turned to a crude notion of fucking his daughter's hot little mouth while she stared up at him with those big, round, beautiful teal-green eyes, further accentuated by her glasses, all steamed up from so much exchanged heavy breathing. Edward's filthy mind flew up from the gutter right away and he smiled at Connie.\n\n\"Evidently so, dear one. Get dressed in your favorite pajamas and meet me in the living room, I'll get breakfast cooked up for us both. Maybe we can watch a movie or two. What'd'ya say, kiddo?\"\n\n\"Sure thing, dad!\" Connie said. Edward nodded and walked away, resisting every single solitary urge to go back into her bedroom and pin her down to instill a good hard quality morning dicking.\n\nWhen Edward walked away, Connie rolled over onto her side in a fetal position and grabbed her cellphone. She allowed herself to hear the last few seconds of the fourth and final track. Right towards the very end, Enim-Noinu literally spoke into their recording mics, thanking their listeners for purchasing (or borrowing, according to Max) their latest album release. Everyone had a turn to say something. Calli, Maile, Bradley and eventually Maxwell all declared their thanks, acknowledging certain names and locations, emphasizing their own unwavering support. The final statement warmed Connie's heart and maybe even provoked a tiny tingling sensation in her groin, even after she had fondled herself off with such intense fervor to the rest of the album already. \n\nWhile Connie sought out a fresh new pair of PJs to be worn with comfortable ease from a nearby open Hello Kitty-themed dresser drawer, she saw a small flash of movement from her doorway. Thinking it was her dad again, she stood up and grabbed for her soiled Enim-Noinu panties, fully prepared to hide them from her dad, even though she had no idea that he knew all about them to begin with, for he had noticed the charge made on his debit account, which made him snicker aloud but not act out with upset aggression. Edward's daughter just had to embrace her ongoing rocker-girl phase, that's all. \n\nInstead, she saw a familiar face, one she had just borne witness to merely minutes earlier.\nMaxwell ushered Connie with a raised palm and a curled index finger-paw, beckoning to her, urging her to come along with him to observe all his deepest, darkest secrets unveiled at long last. \n\nConnie 'Bee' Furwood heeded her mind's imagination, fitting herself into a pair of Adventure Time-themed pajamas. She proceeded to leave her bedroom, even as the early morning sunlight cast rays of beaming light through a cumulus snowstorm cloud far off in the wavering distance. \n\n\n[b]END[/b]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""HOLY HELL, ENIM-FREAKING-NOINU DROPPED THEIR NEW ALBUM?!"

Connie Furwood, most notably referred to by friends and cohorts as 'Bee', lay on her cozy bed one early morning before school, scrolling through her cellphone, wearing a pair of her favorite rock band's panties, a few studded collars, her trusty pair of rounded bifocals and not very much else.

Connie was browsing Twitter, seeking out any and all video footage of Maxwell Blackburnadeaux's latest on-stage freak-out during Enim-Noinu's most recent live performance. Bee saw a tiny text message pop up on her screen over a still image of Max's aggressive, snarling face that said:

Attention: All Unified School Districts - Today's inclement weather has forced all schools in the nearby area to close. To anyone who wishes to travel, please plan accordingly in advance and stay safe on the roads during harsh snow conditions. We are sorry for this unfortunate update. Stay tuned for more information.


"Ha! Take that, schoolyard suckers! Now I can spend the whole day staying warm and cozy in my bedroom, dreaming of the one shepcoon guy whom I'd devote my entire being to. Oh Max, you crazy hybrid dog guy, why must you be so eternally fucking cool??!" Connie asked out loud to literally nobody.
She snickered softly behind a cupped hand-paw as she crossed her legs underneath her bedsheets, resisting the urge to fondle herself, despite feeling such tremendous tingling sensations. Seeing Maxwell always seemed to trigger something wildly erotic in the cheetah girl's brain, almost as if she were meant to be bred by him in all sorts of a weird ritualistic manner of ways.
Even if he performed like a madman on the brink of a vast, tumultuous edge.

Bee abided in a very simple yet perhaps overly horny philosophy: the harder her fondest rock idols rocked out, the wetter she became in her panties. The cheetah girl ruined one pair too many, adding so much to her father Edward's general overall confusion. He couldn't figure out why his daughter constantly went through one pair after another and another even still. Eddy didn't consider that his constant sexual activity with his little feline girl had anything to do with it, though he might reconsider the importance of cleaning up directly in the midst of an orgasmic aftermath from now on as a direct result.

Connie's eyes widened as she read the tiny screen illuminated in front of her cute cheetah face.
"Wait, is their new album available to order now, or is a- oh, it is available! Wicked!"
Connie grinned and tittered beneath her breath, issuing a tiny mewling meow of excitement. Her tail jerked and jittered while nestled between striped red and black bedsheets that had been long-since stained with patches of sweat and traces of feminine seminal fluids.
Connie had a tendency to leak raw vaginal estrus in her sleep, dreaming about the various sexual encounters she has had over the course of her life. Sometimes she'd score with a fantastic fever-dream involving Bradley or Maxwell, but she was always the most excited about seeing Max come to her in her wet dreams, for Connie was wise to the notion that Brad had his precious Calli in his life, yet Max had... nobody. Maybe even everybody all at once, which could get to be even lonelier still.
In other words? Maxwell was a perfect recipient to accept Bee's fondest pleasures.

Browsing through Enim-Noinu's bandwidth-heavy website (thanks to Maile's insistence of incorporating striking visual graphics onto the loading screen), Connie tapped into the group's online Bandcamp store and her jaw dropped at how AFFORDABLE the asking price was for Enim-Noinu's latest musical venture. Four sustained tracks that coincide with one another, assembling a single length-play release, with no extended-play remix or B-side release action in sight. Connie's heart jumped even further at the sight of one single sentence she read over and over like a curse:
"New album available: pay what you will, or don't!"

"Oh my Gosh! I can... literally hear the album... without having to pay a cent for it? But that feels wrong, somehow. They deserve all the credit they can afford to get, don't they? Why would I want to listen to their newest music for free? That's just... cheating. Isn't it? Or is it?"
Connie questioned herself, grappling with her sense of reasoning and commitment. She ultimately gave into the notion of a potential freebie by way of a glorified online honor system but only when she saw the statistics of whoever else had paid in advance versus whoever had simply downloaded the newest LP album release without providing a tip or fee in advance. When Connie saw all the others who had downloaded the album for nothing, her heart rested a little easier as so too did her general conscience. At least she wouldn't be the one and only user who didn't pay in advance, since dozens of others also skipped the option of making a sustainable payment to download the goods.

"First come, first serve, I suppose. As much as I'd love to own a physical copy, I don't think daddy would be very happy about it if I asked him."
Connie's eyes darted to her bedroom door, anticipating her father to enter right there and then. She imagined seeing him stumble into her bedroom, nearly empty bottle of scotch in one hand-paw and a ball-gag in the other, breath reeking of grain alcohol and cannabis. Connie proceeded to unravel the mind-fantasy of her dear old dad climbing into her bed to engage in another round or several of naughty father-on-daughter nude wrestling with penetration involved, a pure incest-driven spectacle.

Fortunately for Bee, her mind's fantasy didn't pan out exactly as intended. Dad must be sleeping extra-hard today, Connie thought to herself. She shrugged and paid no mind, since he was probably already bingeing from the bottle by now, never mind the schools being closed down on account of a snow day. Besides, Edward would've been far too drunk to even pay attention to any on-screen notifications or incoming phone calls, let alone take a look outside at how pristinely white the world had become overnight. Their home practically belonged in the kingdom of Narnia.

"Oh fine, if you guys must insist. I'll just order this thing for free. Hang on, Max! Your number one fan is coming! Gosh, these are so f-f-freaking stuffy!" Connie exclaimed. She kicked the bedsheets free from her legs, now fully exposed all the way down to her foot paws, wearing only her pair of Enim-Noinu panties and a couple leather-clad bracelets.

"Off with you, stuffy bastard sheets!" Connie said in a deep, comical villainous voice that made her giggle in reaction to herself. "Jeez, I sound like my dad now."
Connie blinked and rubbed her eye sockets, gently lifting her glasses up onto her wrist briefly before settling her hand-paw back down at her side but not before re-adjusting her lenses so the frame didn't slip down the bridge of her nose constantly, which she HATED to no end. Connie adjusted her pillowcase, which was also black and striped but not with a red color like her bedsheets. No, her pillowcase boasted a rich teal shade, similar to her hair highlights, which was no happy accident to begin with. Connie 'Bee' Furwood treated color coordination quite seriously.

Even with fresh snowfall gracing the outside world, Connie's room remained generally warm and comfy. She could rest easily on her bed without a need for extra bedsheets. Thank goodness for quality in-home insulation. Connie wondered for how long she'd be able to relax in place before being forced somehow to get up and get something done for her father or for somebody else. Before anybody or anything could even approach such a chance at disturbing the cheetah girl's peace of mind, she decided to grant herself a brief moment of enhanced sexually-gratifying clarity.
But first?
Connie waited for just a few more minutes until Enim-Noinu's latest album finished downloading, bursting at the seams with rabid, radical intent on playing the latest release in its entirety, which actually held no official name, only four oddly-titled tracks: Scholeris, Choleris, Fronteris and Inchioris.

"Alright, I must get even more comfy than ever before. Here goes nothing!" Connie raised up her bottom-end and yanked free her panties, removing the elastic hem from around her waist, slipping the soft fabric down her legs and past her ankles, eventually yanking the slightly soiled pair of rocker-girl Enim-Noinu undies free from her body entirely, flinging them off to her side. She aimed for the ground near her bed but the panties landed near right her pillow instead. She shrugged and rolled with it, not having any discrepancies about smelling her own sickly-sweet feminine aroma.

Once the album download finished, Connie used a compressed file app on her device to open and unzip a .RAR file with a perfectly blank title. Her MP3 music-player app scanned and detected four new tracks added to her well-established mobile playlist. Right away an image of the album cover surfaced and materialized on Connie's phone screen which caused the beloved cheetah girl to squeal excitedly. Max's face graced the cover of their latest album release, with the other members formed in a semi-circle beneath his wide-eyed staring predatory gaze, left eye-socket aglow with a burst of flame rivulets that spiraled behind an orange eye patch fitted with thick fashionable safety pins and small beaded charms. The album cover was furiously lit beyond all reasonable doubt. Connie only hoped the actual music sounded as cool as the album's based cover was...

From the very moment Bradley's first guitar strum echoed from Connie's phone speaker, she felt utterly captivated. Soon enough, she heard a clashing of toms and cymbals that represented Maile Martinez's drumming chops, right on point whilst keeping a strong foundation in tandem with the string-instrumental rhythm. Soon enough, that distinct smacking bass sound slipped in and Connie felt a tingling in her groin that refused to ease up in reaction to it. When Maxwell's crooning gravely singing voice burst forth onto the scene, filling Connie's ears with the sound of her beloved shepcoon idol's luscious cadence, she nearly fainted.

"Oh my holy Fuck, he sounds so GOOD! So dreamy! Mm, Max! Sing for me, baby!" Connie exclaimed, rolling feverishly in place back and forth, crumpling her bedsheets with the imprint of her petite cheetah-anthro body. Her pigtails swayed along with her active tail as Connie felt an overwhelming attraction to the music she now heard out loud, knowing that one of her favorite and most sexiest of anthro bassists played in it only just recently. The notes sounded stellar and impeccable even while playing from a tiny smartphone speaker, with sung verses so refined and percussive fill-ins honed to a craft. Maile's drumming skills brought a realm of pure uninhibited fire to the overall recorded session. Calli's synthesized notes heard just off to the background imbued the first song with a thick atmospheric aura that caused Connie's heart to race. Either with fear or excitement, she couldn't really say for sure.

Little Bee closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them again, she saw Maxwell reflected in her reading bifocals. The cheetah girl blinked once, then three times and tried to wake herself up... yet to no avail. No pinch too hard could hope to pull her free from this unending slumber. No matter how hard Connie tried to imagine Maxwell not being in the room with her, the vices of her own yearning subconscious betrayed her time and time again and he just... kept... appearing.

Connie's nostrils didn't bleed, per se - not until her fantasy-derived shepcoon talked to her.

"What's up, Bee? Hey, how are you enjoying our newest album release? Cool first track, huh? Calli and Maile wrote that one together in a collaborative effort, which was awesome to witness unfold in person. Say, aren't you gonna catch a cold? You're a real trooper, you know that? Being so exposed like this during snowy weather... are ya sure you don't want a blanket to cuddle with at least, kiddo?"

"No thanks, I'll be fine, sir."
Connie whispered out loud to an empty room, seeing Maxwell approach her, but only in her wildest fantasies. "I'm actually very comfortable right now, believe it or not! Um, did you want to lay down with me as well? We could share the comfort together then."

"Is that so? I guess even full nudity has its benefits from time to time."
Connie's fantasy-Max said. Connie reached down by gut impulse to fidget at her groin, tickling her dampened vulva and flicking at the exposed tip of her feline clitoris with her thumb-paw while continuing to stare feverishly at the approaching shepcoon. Connie's heart raced and her eyes stayed glued wide open, fixated to her fantasy vision of a very naked Maxwell Blackburnadeaux stood in place, casting deviant lewd overly-flirtatious glares upon her body every now and then.

"Hey, Connie. Can I ask you a very important question, darling cheetah-girl?" Max inquired, eyes open wide and brow curved into a genuine sense of complacence. Connie nodded yes in response to his question while continuing to masturbate herself with unyielding aroused splendor.

"Sure thing, you can ask me anything! I'm like an open book!" Connie said, if not reluctantly.

"Actually, I just wanted to know if I may have your permission to fuck you stupid right now. Would you mind terribly, kiddo?"
Max asked Connie as casually as he would ask someone else for the time of day. Connie's face turned beet-red with a blush and her pussy quivered in reaction to his saucy weighted question. She felt her finger-paws squish against her mons and refrained from touching herself... not quite yet. Connie knew this was all stemming from her mind, that none of this was real and that the Maxwell she now glanced upon was as fantasy-driven as a Vocaloid hologram in a Japanese super-arena.
And yet... a small part of her could've sworn she was staring right at her idolized shepcoon grunge-rocker in the flesh.

Connie offered a response to Fantasy-Max's question in the form of an orgasmic moaning gasp. His eyebrow curled into a check-mark shape and he bore his canine teeth in a heartwarming smile.
"Of course if you don't want to, then we could always just-"

"No! Sorry, I just... can't believe this is happening. Are you real? Am I... dreaming?" Connie asked.

"Hmm, well? Let's just say I'm about as real as you want me to be. How's that for starters?"
Connie nodded and bit down on her lower lip while gently spreading her legs, blissfully aware that she was inviting a fragment of imaginary masculine shepcoon intensity over to slide prominently in between her thighs and wedge a rod of sheer ecstasy in place inside the warm, wet confides of her feline vagina with that odd funny canine-established knot of thickened girth at the base of his erect ghost-penis.

"Holy shit, that last sentence was quite the run-on, wouldn't you say?" Maxwell asked nobody in particular. Connie's head cocked at a funny angle with her confusion visibly detected in her expression.

"What?" Connie pondered at the shepcoon, now lowering himself down in place besides Connie's petite cheetah-girl body.

"Oh, nothing. Just a little fourth-wall breakage, that's all. But never mind our captive audience, you are exceptionally beautiful. Fuck yes, you are." Maxwell said, hand-paws trembling with nerves. Connie recognized that her imaginary lover was literally as nervous as she was about proceeding onward with any further lust-driven coitus and thought he was absolutely adorable because of it. However, that idea wasn't exactly on her mind right then and there.

"Wait, there's an audience watching us right now?!" Connie's teal-green eyes darted back and forth, looking for anything remotely suspicious: a glowing red standby light, crooked furniture, misplaced photos on the wall (Of which there were only a few; one of Connie and Edward posing together with her mother Mary, long since passed, rest in peace. The other two were framed prints of Enim-Noinu and Maxwell, respectively.), literally anything out of place. Her nerves begin to fray in reaction to the stress of being watched. Maxwell chuckled in response to her brief lapse of panic and caressed her fluffy cheek with his hand-paw. He boasted a calming touch that was most welcome, indeed.

"Relax, precious Connie, we're all alone in this room. Not even your father can hear or see what you're getting up to in here, trust me. The man is passed out in a toxic hangover just outside, in the living room, sitting on a sofa, watching mindless television while grieving for your dear mother." Connie's hitched hyperventilating subsided into calm, relaxed breaths. So there's no need to fear anyone spying in on her and Max after all, then?
Max replied as if he'd heard her thoughts.
"The walls are insulated. Fresh snowfall has also helped to muffle certain sounds emanating outside from within this darling household of yours. So in other words?"
Max grabbed Connie's thighs and lifted them both up to place her legs down upon his lap.
"We're all alone. You can scream as loud as you'd like because in the long run? Nobody except for us both will be able to hear a single sound."

"But why would I scream? I love you, Max! I'd never want to feel anything less than pure love for you! Why would I ever feel a need to scream?" Connie asked, blissfully ignorant of so much. Maxwell, or a young cheetah cub-girl's interpretation of Max, only smiled and lowered his head down to hers to lick her snout playfully and position his muzzle against her ear. He whispered softly and quietly, just loud enough to be heard by her:

"Give it time, kiddo."
Connie inhaled with a quick gasp, realizing she just received a shepcoon kiss on her nose and squealed like a schoolgirl in hopeless unrequisited love with her precious beloved sensei. His soothing, golden speaking voice flowed like honey and molasses into her ear, sweetening her mind and forcing her heart to race into a triple-time category. She wrapped her thighs around his waist and clung onto his hips with indomitable force, resisting the will or urge to let go or loosen her grip. Connie 'Bee' Furwood had no idea how to proceed but whatever it took, she knew she'd have just as much fun with Max as she ever did with her dad or anyone else who happened to give the cheetah girl a double-take in a dark alleyway at night before dragging her off into a random nearby hobby-hole to be raped profusely by a shady criminal underground pedophilic creeper in hiding. Whereas other girls found such ideas to be a complete travesty, Connie rolled with the punches without really considering her options nor the urge to speak out against her abusers.

"Time is all we have by our side, after all. Right? Isn't that one of your song lyrics??" Connie said, reaching her arms up to the sides of her head, clenching hold of her black & teal-striped pillow as Max reached down to massage her fluffy cheetah-girl belly, rubbing gently at her ribcage and her breastplate, even mildly poking at her navel from time to time.

"Very good, Connie. That is indeed a track I wrote along with Maile. Is it one of your favorites?" Connie nodded her head vibrantly in response. Maxwell smiled wide and nodded. Connie noticed Max had a single silvery fang jutted out from the left side of his muzzle, glinting in the low dim moonlight reflected from outside her bedroom window, for the morning was still far too early for daybreak to occur.
Dawn had yet to reveal itself, only an icy cool moonlit glow cast a pale shadow across a stark white snow-covered field of rolling hills. Soon enough, the overcast sky would turn gradually brighter and eventually the sun would peek out from beyond the bleak, pale distant horizon. Before then, the world Connie knew best outside was enveloped in a blanket of sheer calming darkness, made even more distinguishable by the chilly atmospheric presence of freshly-fallen snow.

"Absolutely! I sing it sometimes to myself in the shower or when I'm in phys-ed class at school. Your words always pump me up and fill me with determination!" Connie said with excitement, hearing her speaking voice growing higher in pitch.

"Awesome. Maybe I'll show you another way of pumping you up and filling you with... determination, as you so fruitfully put it yourself. Would that be particularly appealing to you?"
Max asked Connie, clapping his girth-endowed erection against her wet mons teasingly. Little Bee's eyes widened behind her round glasses and her blushing became hard to resist or ignore for long.

"Anything you'd like, Maxwell! I'm all yours, you absolute rock star!" Connie's eyelids nearly welled up with tears of joy over how equally excited and nervous she was about taking Maxwell in such a private and wholly intimate manner. Max nodded and gave Connie's cheek another quick licking kiss before he leaned his pelvis in and thrust forward, ramming his erect dick squarely into the spread-wide, winking orifice of her vaginal slit. Connie's mind split in two like a wooden two-by-four cracking against the metallic surface of a steel-edged woodsman's axe. She shrieked and groaned aloud, tongue jutting freely from between her soft blackened cheetah-girl lips. Connie's spotted fur coat shifted and swayed in the dim glow of moonlight cast from outside as Maxwell's thrusts held a regulatory pace and speed, sliding his thick veiny shaft in and out from between her fleshy-pink vulva.

"How does this feel, Connie? You really are quite a nice, healthy young fuck, did you know that?" Max said through a passionate snarl. He reached down beside her head and picked up her panties, crumpling them into a wad of dampened cloth. First he clenched hold of Connie's Enim-Noinu undergarments in his hand-paw, then he took a deep whiff of her lewd scents which caused his thrusting to speed up significantly.

"Aaah, fuck! Mm, yes! Oh, Max! Max! Baby, do I smell good? I taste better, huh? Fuck! Fuck!!" Connie's eyes rolled back into her skull as the cheetah-girl embraced every sloppy, wet thrust into her yearning shepcoon-hungry pussy. After he had his fill of aromatic deep-sniffing pleasure, he then balled her cherished Enim-Noinu panties up into a smaller wad than before and shoved the elastic nylon & polyester-mixed cloth into her mouth, allowing Connie to taste her own arousal. The cheetah girl moaned aloud in reaction while holding onto her pillowcase for dear life, embracing every filthy, dirty grinding thrust deeper into her wet, warm feline girlhood.

Having a bit of difficulty breathing, Connie decided to spit her panties out, causing them to unravel and settle in place beside her head once more, just beneath her pillow, barely out of sight.
"Ah Fuck, don't stop! Don't stop until you explode inside of me, just like my dad does all the time!"
Connie's attention returned back to the shepcoon who was desperately fucking her with such rigorous intensity. Max reached down to raise one of her legs up, clenching hold of her thigh while hanging onto her torso, keeping a firm grip upon her belly. Maxwell sped up even faster for he was reaching his first of many, many climaxes. Connie's toes curled inward and her tail jerked and jostled in reaction to the orgasmic wave of lust that rushed prominently over her entire being. Connie clenched hold of her pillowcase in a firm vice-grip of epic youthful proportions while riding out her own rigorous orgasm, dampening Max's thick girth-laden knot.

Maxwell's grip loosened upon Connie's thigh and her leg lowered downwards, only to be wrapped back around his saucy masculine hips. Connie's ankles locked in place right near the base of Max's ringed tail as Max reached towards the other side of her pillow and pressed her cellphone's activation button, turning it back on again. Once its small LED screen lit up, Max noticed the MP3 app was still playing Enim-Noinu's latest track, only the volume had been turned down a bit more than intended, which wasn't an option. Maxwell pushed a small volume up button on the device's skinny side and the phone went from a silent whisper of music to a full-blown alarm-clock of intense symphonic grunge metal, the perfect accompaniment to Connie's girlish moans and aroused shrieks of unhinged pleasure.

"Moan for me, kitten. Your new shepcoon daddy's gonna fuck you so hard." Maxwell said with sinister undertones. Connie's chest heaved as her pierced nipples glistened in the soft glow of moonlight, now fading and subsiding to the warming embrace of a blustery early morning.

"Maxwell, do me like I'm a housewife just begging for it!" Connie said, shocking Max into a startled, silent reprieve. He paused his thrusting briefly so as to register what she had said. Connie scoffed and tried to grind herself against his knotted dick but lost traction immediately. Her eyes widened and her speech progressively increased in speed and delivery, another nervous tic in effect.
"What, what'd I say? Isn't that considered kinky? Dude, my dad always tells me that whenever he plays with me like this, he always says to me, 'Okay my baby girl, I'm about to do you like a housewife just begging for it, so stay quiet and be good and obedient!' but I don't know what he's even talking about half the time, so I say it just to avoid upsetting him but is that what I am to all the other guys who enjoy naked wrestling with me like this? A housewife? What even is a wife of the house and what kind of roles does she serve? Can a housewife act as a daughter as well? Why would-"

Max hushed Connie with a single estrus-slicked finger-paw.
"I'll do you one better: not as a housewife, but as my beloved beautiful young daughter." Max winked and flashed a savory smile that could melt a thousand hearts in unison.
"I love you very much, Connie Furwood. Precious little Bee, you are my number one fan. I'm about to show you how much I appreciate your unwavering fan-based support. Brace yourself, dear precious feline child."

Maxwell gave Connie another warm, wet slurp upon her forehead with his tongue then dragged his trusty oral muscle down against her face, along the bridge of her snout and eventually reached her whiskered cheeks. Connie opened her mouth and nearly swallowed Maxwell's probing tongue as they embraced in a very heated, erotic kiss. Max's pierced nipples clang against Connie's, creating a tiny sound of ringing metallic bells. Maxwell's muscular shepcoon arms reached down and wrapped around Connie's shoulders, hugging her close to his own body.  Connie licked at Max's neck as she felt his knot slide into her pussy repeatedly in the throes of a relentless burst of sexual intensity. His manly groans and canine grunts coupled alongside her mewling gasps and girlish shrieks was more than enough to force anyone over the edge of sanity and reason. Max eventually paused for a brief moment in mid-thrust. Connie tapped his chest, urging him to keep going and not to stop so soon, slightly confused over why he paused to begin with.

"Sorry, love. Nature calls." Max said.
Connie tried to figure out what he'd meant and all at once, a flash of undeniable warmth flooded Connie's vaginal depths. She felt a warm trickling sensation of liquid flowing freely from between her legs, puddling into a tiny pool on her bedsheets below. Connie took a brief moment to recognize that she had just received a urinary enema from the shepcoon who now fucked her with such rigorous passion. Apparently the notion of pausing sex with Connie was far too much for her mental interpretation of Max to handle and instead of taking a quick potty-break, he opted to promote her pussy as his go-to urinal pot instead. Any other girl might have freaked out and attempted to leave in the heat of that moment but unlike other girls, Connie Furwood was altogether familiar with such bedroom conduct, for her own father had also done the same thing before in the past. As far as Connie was concerned, a guy like Maxwell or her own dad could save time and effort by pissing into their lover instead of into some cold, porcelain toilet seat.

Connie felt as if she were practically going insane over the frenetic intensity and overwhelming satisfying passion of Maxwell's intense horny intercourse, now scented with a subtle vinegary whiff of piss and the sea-salty aroma of fresh semen. Connie's underage vagina squirted with due diligence against her beloved rock-star idol's groin, spattering his subtle tuft of raccoon-furred pubic region with beaded droplets of feline-rich fine female seminal fluid.

Max smiled wide again and leaned back from Connie's body, reaching up to his side to caress one of her legs in his grip. Max slathered his tongue against Connie's dainty foot-paw, licking at her heel, ankle, soles and soon enough sucking on her toes, one fluffy nailed digit at a time. Connie's swollen fucked-hard cheetah cunt leaked relentlessly with the sensation of fresh ejaculate trickling freely from within as Max sustained a deep-rutted orgasm inside of his number-one fan's uterus. Connie's heart burst with excitement when she realized this version of Maxwell had knocked her up so fucking hard by climaxing relentlessly with reckless abandon balls-deep in her young cheetah-girl twat. The pleasure was so overwhelming that Max was nearly on the verge of fainting himself. Connie wanted Maxwell to fall fast asleep by her side so she could hug and embrace him while witnessing the rising sun appear from afar, casting a brilliant glow of daylight shining into her bedroom.

Of course, reality always had the unfair advantage of seeping in far too early.

Connie's eyes blinked and she realized she was all alone in her bed, panties laying in place on one side of her head. On the other side of her pillow, Connie's cellphone was already playing the fourth and final track of the latest album release. So in the midst of sheer pleasure, she had not just heard the other two tracks in between but she LIVED them, vicariously through Maxwell's pleasurable early-morning experience. Connie laid back on her bed and took a few good, deep inhalations of sickly-sweet stuffy pheromone-thick air, letting out her breaths in deep sighs of tumultuous relief.

Connie's bedroom door knocked twice and opened to reveal a very scraggly, messy-haired wolf-man standing in place, peeking in through the doorframe. Edward witnessed his cheetah daughter damn-near naked and sprawled out on her bed, having survived a very hefty bout of intense masturbation so early in the waking morning's dawn. Connie's overly-costly Enim-Noinu panties lay in place on one side of Connie's overly-costly TempurPedic pillow while her equally overly-costly cellphone sat beside her pillow on the exact opposite side of her undergarments, playing a strange type of music Edward was unfamiliar with.

"Connie, dear, your school called me and left a voicemail message. Apparently they're closed today on account of the snowstorm. We got a helluva lot here as well, though. Did you see outside yet?" Eddy asked Connie. She nodded with an affectionate smirk upon her cheeks, raising her lips in a cute cat's curled grin.

"Snow day, daddy! Now we can spend as much time together as we want!" Connie replied in earnest, causing Edward to chuckle low and scratch at his chin. He tried to conceal his erection but the sight of his sexy young cheetah daughter laying nude and spread-legged while recovering from a hefty bout of self-pleasure inflicted at such an early hour in the morning made it extremely difficult to do so. Edward saw that she at least wore her favorite studded bracelets and collar in her sleep, maybe her prescription reading glasses as well. Eddy's mind turned to a crude notion of fucking his daughter's hot little mouth while she stared up at him with those big, round, beautiful teal-green eyes, further accentuated by her glasses, all steamed up from so much exchanged heavy breathing. Edward's filthy mind flew up from the gutter right away and he smiled at Connie.

"Evidently so, dear one. Get dressed in your favorite pajamas and meet me in the living room, I'll get breakfast cooked up for us both. Maybe we can watch a movie or two. What'd'ya say, kiddo?"

"Sure thing, dad!" Connie said. Edward nodded and walked away, resisting every single solitary urge to go back into her bedroom and pin her down to instill a good hard quality morning dicking.

When Edward walked away, Connie rolled over onto her side in a fetal position and grabbed her cellphone. She allowed herself to hear the last few seconds of the fourth and final track. Right towards the very end, Enim-Noinu literally spoke into their recording mics, thanking their listeners for purchasing (or borrowing, according to Max) their latest album release. Everyone had a turn to say something. Calli, Maile, Bradley and eventually Maxwell all declared their thanks, acknowledging certain names and locations, emphasizing their own unwavering support. The final statement warmed Connie's heart and maybe even provoked a tiny tingling sensation in her groin, even after she had fondled herself off with such intense fervor to the rest of the album already.

While Connie sought out a fresh new pair of PJs to be worn with comfortable ease from a nearby open Hello Kitty-themed dresser drawer, she saw a small flash of movement from her doorway. Thinking it was her dad again, she stood up and grabbed for her soiled Enim-Noinu panties, fully prepared to hide them from her dad, even though she had no idea that he knew all about them to begin with, for he had noticed the charge made on his debit account, which made him snicker aloud but not act out with upset aggression. Edward's daughter just had to embrace her ongoing rocker-girl phase, that's all.

Instead, she saw a familiar face, one she had just borne witness to merely minutes earlier.
Maxwell ushered Connie with a raised palm and a curled index finger-paw, beckoning to her, urging her to come along with him to observe all his deepest, darkest secrets unveiled at long last.

Connie 'Bee' Furwood heeded her mind's imagination, fitting herself into a pair of Adventure Time-themed pajamas. She proceeded to leave her bedroom, even as the early morning sunlight cast rays of beaming light through a cumulus snowstorm cloud far off in the wavering distance.


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