An adult yellow female cat sits on a stained couch, scrunched up on herself, hugging her shoulders and doubled over, tense. She rocks back and forth a little, sweating and shivering and a bit out of breath. Her whole body was in pain, and her heels repeatedly tap the carpet and her large fluffy tail twitches in anxiety. Her hands keep brushing her long blonde hair out of her face, feeling like it was constantly irritating her. She felt as though she were sitting there for ages, and groans in discomfort. 

Hearing steps coming her way, her ears perk up, her eyes closed as she's blind, and she freezes up and listens closely, though still in great pain. Someone chuckles as they see her in such an unfortunate situation, seeming to enjoy it.

"I've got it right here, you want it?" A gruff feminine voice teases her as she shakes a thermos, its contents glooping about, and the cat suddenly jumps off the couch to run towards the noise. A large hand catches her face before she can try and reach for it. "Now, now... You've gotta pass the test, first." The cat sighs shakily, standing up straight and gripping the short striped dress that hugs her hips. She hears the nozzle pop and her ears perk, her nose sniffing the air carefully as her hands twist up her dress, resisting the urge to reach out.

"I-it's... Nngh... P-please..." Her teaser moves the thermos closer, the nozzle just below her nose. She inhales deeply, repeatedly, taking in the thick scent. "It's..." Every breath she takes was long, her body shivering. "U-umm..." The girl looked as though she was in deep thought as she analyzed what was before her. "Sh-shark?" Her ears lowered, fearing what would happen if she guessed wrong.

She hears a chuckle. The thermos fell onto the floor with a thud, and she follows it to the ground to grab for it, swinging her arms around the carpet haphazardly. Her face lights up as her hands grab onto the heavy thermos, and she hugs it to herself, feeling its warmth and breathing in the smell. With her lips wrapped around the nozzle, she tilts it up and starts suckling. Once the creamy liquid splashes into her throat, the cat shivers, and her eyes open and roll up into her head. Her body floods with pleasure and she relaxes, falling back to lay onto the carpet like a baby feeding from a bottle. Every gulp of it made her shudder, and her breaths become less labored.

"Feel better?" Before long, it was already gone. She sticks her tongue into the nozzle to get just the slightest taste of it again. The girl breathes as the substance burbles in her insides, filling her with contentment... However, it wasn't enough for her, and she sits up with her legs in a W position.

"P-please... I need... I need more milk," she begs, sighing and looking down. The woman chuckles again, and she kneels down and brings a fuzzy paw up to the cat's chin, tilting her face up to get a look at her, her mostly blind eyes getting a look at her teaser, who appeared to look like a grey blob to her. "Please..." Her desperate face always made the woman feel sorry for her, and she hates to see her little pet in such pain.

"Don't worry, my little kitten... You know what you have to do for more, right?" Her large, strong hands brush at the cat's hair and ears. "We've got another one coming. As usual, you know what to do. So, if you want more, Lauir, you should get going. What I gave you should be enough until you get back." She smooches her deeply, and they hug, a long vulpine tongue reaching into the cat's mouth as they stand up again. The fox was a whole head taller than her pet, and she caresses her sides, comforting her after a painful tease. After the quick tongue-kissing, Lauir rubs her head between her owner's covered, sizeable breasts for a moment, then lets go with a sigh. She hugs her arms and looks down, nodding sadly, and her foxy owner fixes up her disheveled hair a bit, as well as placing a card in the pocket of her dress.

Lauir goes upstairs, feeling her way around her home, and she exits the basement, breathing in the cool air. She goes from the hall to the living room and front door and her toes find her sandals, slipping them on before heading out. The summer sun feels comfortable on her face, and she sighs, reminding herself of the layout of the neighborhood so that she can get to the bus stop. She counts her steps and feels the breeze and her large ears listen closely to the area while making her way there.

She reached out towards the covered bench area and couldn't hear anyone there, so sits down and waits patiently, although she still felt a bit antsy. Already, it was wearing off... She just had to concentrate on what she needed to do. The bus arrived quickly, but she waits, being attentive to whoever was coming out, and she heard both heavy and light steps come off the bus.

"We made it!" A young voice yells out, making Lauir's ears twitch, and she looks down. "Mommy, who are we looking for again?" She sounds sweet and innocent, and probably about five or six years old.

"She's right there, sweetie. See, on the bench." A more mature voice spoke up, the owner of which walks towards the bench. "Hello, there! I'm Emerald, and this is..." The cub tromped over to stand in front of the cat.

"Paprika! Hi, miss, um..."

"My... My name's Lauir. It's good to meet you..." She forced a smile, her eyes closed but looking towards the little one who was studying her closely.

"Laaaa-weeeer. Hi, miss Lauir! I'm Paprika! Umm..." Her face scrunched up in thought, trying to remember something. "Oh! My mommy said you were blind... I'm a raccoon! See? Um... Feel?" She turns around and brushes her poofy tail up against Lauir's legs, and she lets it brush through her fingers. A sigh leaves her and she opens her eyes to see that the cub was a purple-black blob in some bright clothing that hurt her eyes in the bright sun, so she closes them again.

"So, miss Lauir, shall we help you home?" The mother was kind in her voice, but Lauir felt a bit uncomfortable. She knew why she came, and it always made her feel awkward and embarrassed.

"Y-yes... T-take my hand, Paprika. I'll need your help taking me home, because I'm blind..." Lauir was courteous and smiled down at the cub, who took her hand with glee. The mother took out a folded map from her pocket, and gave it to the little one, still learning how to read them.

"Okay, let's get you home, miss Lauir! Lesee... We're here, and the house is there..." With some hmms and humms and critical cub thinking, she figures out where to go. "...This way! I-I think!" The seeing-eye raccoon tugs on her companion's hand, and Lauir stands up and follows her, the mother trailing behind to watch.

"Someday, I'm gonna be a big adventurer! I needa learn maps and help people and discover treasure in secret caves..." Lauir looked away and sighed, feeling anxious and biting her lip. "My mommy says I'm gonna be the best one ever! Umm, miss Lauir?" She looks back down at the cub with a little surprise.

"O-oh, sorry, I was... I thought I heard something." A straight lie about her being preoccupied by the anxiousness she felt made her feel guilty. "...I think you'll be a... a wonderful adventurer, P-Paprika..." Paprika gave her thanks and keeps trotting on, but Lauir looks down and grits her teeth, looking like she's about to cry. She takes a deep breath and does her best to keep her focus on just getting back home.

"We're heeeere!" Lauir's surprised it came up so soon, but she is still preoccupied. Her body tingles, feeling antsy as they step up the paved walkway. "Is there a doorbell? Ah!" She looks for one and spots it, reaching up high to press the button. Ding-dong. While she's distracted, Lauir reaches into her dress pocket and pulls out the card she was given. It's positioned behind her back and held there, then is grabbed by the mother, still quietly following the two.

The door opens up to show a tall grey wolf woman. "Hello, there... Ah, you must be the little one who volunteered to help Lauir today." She smiles down at the cub who beams back. "Won't you all come inside? It'll be lunch, soon..."

"Yay! What's for lunch?" She lets go of her companion and runs inside, much to everyone's surprise, and she looks all around the living room, poking and prodding at things. Lauir follows her, and as the mother passes her to walk inside, she feels her rump get smacked and squeezed, making her squeak and tense up. The door is closed and locked, and the three adults start walking towards the hallway.

"This way, sweetie." The mom beckons her kid to follow, and she jogs to the group, looking excited. She seems to be a little confused as they open the door to the basement, however, but supposed that lunch was gonna be down there, which was cool, in a way. Paprika goes first, stepping carefully down the stairs, and the door's closed shut as everyone else comes.

It's a neat little living area downstairs, with carpet, a couch, a recliner, even a TV, and what looks like a kiddy pool except taller. The cub jumps up to look inside the empty pool while the others settle in. Lauir takes a seat on the couch, the mother scooting close to her side. The cat seems nervous and as though she was at odds with herself, feeling tense, and scratching her head. She looks down and sighs, and hears a zipper. Her owner was undressing herself, and she listens to the clothes crumple onto the floor while blushing.

"Huh? What's that?" She hears the cub's innocent voice, and Lauir bites her lip as she can feel the mom next to her getting hotter and breathing heavier. The smell of shemale musk tickles her nose, and she hugs herself as the mom leans on her, whispering into her ear.

"Here we go..." Lauir moves her hands up to her ears, not wanting to listen, but the mother raccoon wants her to, holding her arms down. She can hear heavy panting from her owner as she feels the ground shake from her falling onto her knees.

"Eeek! Wha-- Mmmphh!!" Even without being able to see, Lauir could tell what was happening. The little cub's head was shoved into her owner's cock, and even from her position she could hear the muffled struggles from the little one inside. Her tiny paws slap the shaft and the carpet, and she tries to pull herself out with her legs, but it's no good. The mom moans and breathes heavily into the poor cat's ear as she bites her lip, hating what's happening, and yet was leaking like a pipe down there. She was brought closer by the mom and the two sat next to the struggling cub and the groaning predator.

"Oooh... That's it... Eat my baby...!" Her arms wrap around Lauir from behind to make sure she listens to the slurping, the moaning, the struggling. She reaches down with an arm to rub at the cat's sopping wet puss through her dress and panties, and she couldn't help but spread them as that cock noisily slurps down its wiggly meal. The mother teases her, whispering into her ear softly while she pleasures her down there. "Mmm, just listen, sweetie, my baby's getting eaten up, churned up, all 'cause of you... You're so filthy... Girls like you are disgusting... Mmmm-oh gosh, so disgusting." Her little girl's tail disappears into the cock with a splurt of precummy drool.

Lauir could just barely hear a burbling inside that massive, fuzzy sack as its meal moves around within. Her guilt's melting away as quickly as the cub, her mind turning to lust while listening, panting as her arousal peaks. She was pushed onto the carpet, moist with precum, and the former mom tugs off the cat's soaked panties, then her short one-piece dress, leaving her nude. Despite her totally flat chest, she had a slender body framed by her wavy blonde hair that supermodels would be jealous of. She gets on all fours, spreading her legs in front of the shemale fox, raising her fluffy tail and waiting impatiently.

Almost immediately she was mounted by her lover, her thin limbs bearing the weight of her owner's muscled, fit form as those strong arms wrap around her. That long and thick cock pierces her unresistant cunny right up to bulge her chest slightly, making her moan and drool, arching her head back. As her insides twitch around the intruder, her eyes roll up in her head as she can still hear those balls churning as they weigh heavily on her legs, creating more and more of what she desires most. She shudders as she thinks about how much little cubs make.

"P-please... Please give me milk... I need it..." Her owner goes for a deep kiss, the two of them moaning and drooling heavily as that cub-eating monster spears her lithe body repeatedly. The mom still sits on the side, more of a voyeurist, a hand shoved down her pants and Lauir's panties held against her muzzle, eager to see what her little girl looks like as fox goop.

"Oh fuck, she's heavy..." The wolf broke the kiss to complain, her body tight and tense. It never took long, a short bit of sex was enough to help digest her food, as well as show her love for her pet. She makes some strained grunts and freezes up, pulling back a bit. Lauir knows what that meant, feeling her tension and her shaky breaths, and pops off of that long cock, feeling for the pool, then climbs right in. She quickly adjusts her position to sit with her legs spread, held up on her arms, and her bare, flat chest out. Her owner struggles to get up and stand in front of the pool, the jostling, gurgling mass able to be heard even from Lauir's spot, especially when they thump into the side. She can her the slicking noise of a cock being pumped, and the heavy breaths of a shemale about to burst.

A split second after hearing that guttural moan, a splash of cream falls over the length of her body, covering her in a thick white stripe. Then another, and another, it's hot and thick, sticking to her and warming her with its heat. She shudders as she tastes it, opening her mouth wide to catch what lands in it, and can hardly keep herself upright as she's pelted with rope after rope of fresh fox-coon sludge. Even the weight of each spurt was notable as it noisily covers her and the pool, and as her ears are coated, she's unable to hear anything but muffled moaning and the vibrations of heavy splatter. She slowly lowers herself, her long hair getting totally coated in an inch or two of spunk. Her breaths are heavy as her back arches above the thickening puddle, reaching orgasm just from being drenched.

"M-miiiillllkkk-bbblll..." She bubbles her favorite word as the pool of white rises from the constant gushing of that hose. Lauir shivers and breathes heavily, not raising herself above it. It covers her entire body, her nose the last to feel the musky air, and in a few short moments, she was totally submerged. Her heart pounds as she holds her breath, the anticipation building in her. Every second, the weight of the pool was getting heavier and heavier above her, and she could feel it.

Once she felt she was totally embraced in the creamy darkness, she let herself go. With a sharp inhale, the bubbles of air exited her, replaced by the heavy substance. It fills her mouth, her nose, her ears, her insides, her eyes even open up to feel the soft warmth of the milk she loved. She breathes it, feeling it all cycle and move around her, and her brain explodes, leaving her a shivering heap as she reaches perpetual orgasm, every last millimeter of her flesh tingling with pleasure. If her vocal cords weren't vibrating against such a thick substance, she would be screaming out in ecstasy. Before she passes out inside the milky bliss once more, she wonders, someday, if her owner will turn her into this, too...

End! But not Lauir's, don't worry, she's still cumming even now...