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No need to think of study sessions and impromptu field studies right now. Just needed a new place to sleep.\n\nThe Kitten’s eyes looked around blearily, getting its bearings. Not here. Not in the middle of a cummy field. No need to stick around for some horny fur to show up and get the wrong idea.\n\nThe Kitten trudged along, squishing through the puddles, trying its best to groom the ooze out of its fur. It took its time, examining its surroundings. Everything seemed so big out here. The scent of trees and, curiously, musk seemed to follow the feline on its trek.\n\nEventually, it saw some stronger light through one grove of trees. Perhaps it was the hilltop? If so, the Kitten could collect its belongings after its rest.\n\nThe trees cleared out gradually, and the feline squinted. No... Not the same hilltop. Still. There was a tree at the top. The Kitten’s ideal resting spot.\n\nThe Kitten smiled sleepily to itself. 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They rubbed against the sides of his legs, hefty and powerful.\n\nThe Tanuki noticed the Kitten’s blushing observations. “Yes?”\n\nThe Kitten’s face scrunched. The smell of the Tanuki’s animal musk wafted heavily into its nose, even more potent coming from his sheath and nutsack. It smelled strongly of the cum from earlier.\n\nThe Tanuki said nothing, though his smile widened. He lightly squeezed his legs together, his sack squishing and bulging. His sheathe jutted forward, and the Kitten could swear it could see the tip of cock within. The smell intensified. Teasing.\n\n“You smell... peculiar.”\n\n“Hah.” The Tanuki gave a laugh that caused his tummy to bounce. “You are not bad yourself, little cat. Although...” He snuffled at the Kitten again before sitting up. “Although that may be attributed with me coming across your path.”\n\nThe Kitten’s face felt even warmer than before, and it dropped its gaze. “I bumped into you. 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Many of them are quite delectable.” He patted his tummy with a free paw. “You, a cat, should know that.”\n\n“I... well.” The Kitten mewled. “They’re loud when trying to sleep.”\n\n“Ah, understandable.” The Tanuki’s eyes opened, that smile never quite leaving his face. “If you are looking for a place to lay down to rest,” The Tanuki again gave the Kitten a contemplative look. Friendly, but mildly mischievous. “I know a few places. Quite intimately, in fact.”\n\nThe Kitten’s eyes brightened a little. “Do you, Mr. Tanuki?”\n\nThe Tanuki chortled at the Kitten’s expression. “Of course. I can make sure you are safe while you slumber. These are my end of the woods, after all, and I always take care of my little guests.”\n\nThe Kitten smiled, a bit shyly. “If you wouldn’t mind, Mister. I just need a little time to sleep. Then I can be out of your way, off your property!”\n\n“It is no problem at all, little cat.” The Tanuki took another sip of drink, thinking. “Hmm... So. 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It stood, mere inches from the Tanuki’s resting ballsack, its potent, spicy scent filling the Kitten’s senses. Full and heady, like a drink.\n\nEyes half-lidded, it smiled, extending a tiny cat paw to one testicle. Furry and soft, and still mildly damp and sticky from previous excursions. The Kitten pressed a fluffy cheek to it, gently rubbing up and down.\n\nThe Tanuki murmured in approval. Already his sheath began to pert, tip of his cock sliding out. The smell intensified, wafting from within the sheath, sending Kitten and Tanuki alike into a state of lust.\n\nThe Kitten sighed, blissfully, and turned its face to nose directly between the Tanuki’s testes. It breathed deeply. The wonderful animal musk tickled the Kitten’s instincts, calling it to the woodlands, beckoning it to the wild.\n\nThe Kitten mewled and, arms wide, squished itself full-bodily against the Tanuki’s nuts. Such strange thoughts. It was as if the Kitten willed itself to rub and bathe in this creature’s essence, to carry it and so reek of it as the Tanuki did.\n\nA pleased rumble rippled through the Tanuki’s furry chest, traveling down his plump tummy. His arousal peaked out, moist cock throbbing and ready.\n\nHe flexed his groin, and his sack squished together where the Kitten worshiped it so. The Kitten eeped, finding itself pinned between both nuts, warm and nestled among their smell, their damp maleness. Under most circumstances, it would have been a concern, but the Kitten felt quite at ease, quite comfortable.\n\nThe Tanuki grinned and plucked the leaf from his head. He stroked the topside of his length with its tip a few times, chortling from the ticklish stimulation, before tossing the leaf aside.\n\n“Very good, little cat.” He whispered. “Smell it up. Nuzzle close. I believe it is time for you to become quite familiar with it.”\n\nThe Kitten had only a moment to dully raise its head when a large splatter of wet precum smeared across its face. It mewled, drawing its paws up to clear its eyes. It rubbed its face and lips, but it remained smelly of musk, a strong taste filling his mouth.\n\nThe Kitten tried to pull away, but the Tanuki’s balls had too firm a grip. It tried pawing and punching... but throughout the Kitten’s life, it had always been declawed. Its efforts instead yielded another pleasured grunt from the Tanuki, and another splurt of stickiness on its face, spreading down its feline chest.\n\n“M-Mr. Tanuki... what are you doing?” The Kitten pleaded, hazily. “Please, don’t. I just wanted to sleep. Safely.”\n\nThe Tanuki gently rubbed a paw on the Kitten, comforting, but also smearing the ooze down the rest of the Kitten’s body. “I always keep my word, little cat. There is no safer place than a Tanuki’s balls.” He took a finger and tickled the Kitten’s paws, teasingly, his voice a little more coy. “On the inside.”\n\nThe Kitten tried to back away, again, but the Tanuki’s paw sandwiched him against his groin, squishing against his nuts. “Can you not smell it? Feel it? Is it not obvious this is where you want to be?” The Tanuki rubbed his paw with the Kitten up and down his sack to emphasize his point.\n\nThe Kitten could not give a clear answer, too confused in musk and lust. He instead purred -- a response not so much of his rational mind. But the response vibrated up and through the Tanuki, a sexual telegram that meant no going back.\n\n“I will interpret that as a ‘yes,’ then.” Another twitch from his fully erect dick, another plop of sticky fluid splattering over the kitten, full-bodily.\n\n“And now, my little cat is fully lubed.”\n\nA handpaw carefully gripped the Kitten, drawing it up from between the Tanuki’s nuts with an audible *shlock.* He slithered the sticky, musky cat over his furry, parted sheath, and up the underside of his straining, throbbing cock. He rested the Kitten’s face to the cocktip.\n\n“Enjoy your stay.”\n\nHe pressed its face forward, and the tip of his penis parted and began to engulf the Kitten. It would not have been possible through any other creature but one of magical prowess, particularly one of tricks and sexual energy.\n\nThe Tanuki groaned, the sensation stimulating his need to jerk and rut, but he kept resolute, using his paw merely to ease the lubed Kitten along its its journey.\n\nDown its head went, then its chest, then its tummy. It was easy, and the Kitten hardly made a bulge in his cock -- balls, on the other hand, more noticeable.\n\nThe Kitten feebly kicked its hindpaws, whipped its tail, but to no avail. No more appealing to its host. No going back at all. Just an existence of being one with sticky Tanuki magic.\n\nThe cock gave a final throb and slurped down the Kitten’s matted tail, pulling it in with a *schlick.* A dribble of cum spilled over and drooled down the length, dripping onto the wiggling ball sack.\n\nThe Tanuki took another swig from his bottle, his handpaws longing to touch, to fondle his balls, to stroke his slickened cock. Fortunately, he had at least an inkling of restraint.\n\nMeanwhile, the Kitten’s world was white. Musky, sticky. Soft and squishy. It struggled to get a grip, to somehow crawl its way out... but it could not see which way was up, where to go. It didn’t help that every throb and twitch pressed the Kitten up against the Tanuki’s testes, sandwiched by the scrotum, a literal cat-shaped bulge in the larger creature’s groin.\n\nThe Kitten’s energy sapped, body saturated in strong-smelling cum, it felt its eyes drooping once more. No use, was there? And still tired, too. It ceased struggling, curling up into a goopy fluffball. Actually pretty comfy. It gave a small mewling laugh, in delirium, at the sudden thought: once you got over the whole weirdness of your position, the Tanuki was right. It really *was* quite warm and cozy and safe in here.\n\nIts eyes closed, ears flicking back. Well, probably as safe as any a place in this weird, wild woods. Certainly not someplace the Kitten expected its life to cum to.\n\nThe Tanuki sighed, tail relaxing, paws unclenched. His guest had stopped struggling, which was good. Any more stimulation and he feared he would have to cum his guest back up immediately. That was rarely fun.\n\n“Much obliged, little cat.” The Tanuki brought a handpaw up to the fur tufts on his cheeks, grooming them, but he just ending up getting them sticky. His cock retreated gradually into its sheath, though the tip remained poking out. He couldn’t help feel perpetually half-aroused, given the circumstances.\n\nThe Tanuki stood, taking his time to do so. Being a host required careful work sometimes. After all, he wouldn’t want to harm his little resident while he slept.\n\nHe stretched and idly rubbed his back against the tree. His swollen balls swung and squished on the bark. He paused and ran a paw over his sack. He still felt the bulge where Kitten slumbered. Gurgling and perhaps a little less defined around the edges, but still intact. No harm done.\n\nHe then chortled and continued to massage his balls, hefting them and squishing them together repeatedly. He just couldn’t help it -- the promise of a fruitful rain always made him giddy. It continued to make the forest nice and sticky and smelling of his musk.\n\nHis plump stomach rumbled. He smiled, pressing a handpaw to his pudge. It was about that time; hopefully more little critters would soon travel by, looking for hospitality. After all, he would always be happy to give company safe places to sleep.\n\nThe Tanuki hummed merrily and began to pad down the grassy hillside, testicles swinging full and musky in the warm sun, footpaws trekking even more of his essence in his wake.\n\n[b]- - - - -\nMewscaper\nhttps://twitter.com/Mewscaper\nhttp://mewscaper.tumblr.com/[/b]",
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“Ooh-hoo!”
Its tail twitched.
“Ooh-hoo-hoo!”
Its eyes opened, and it turned its head up. A flock of birds speculated from tree branches above.
“Ooh-hoo-hoo-hooooo! Heeh-heeh-heeh-heeh!”
The little feline nestled in the grass mewled piteously and covered its ears with its handpaws. Doves were jerks.
“OOH-HOO. HOOOOH! HOOOOH! HAH-HAH-HAH-HAAAAH!”
Doves were really jerks.
The cat grabbed its nearby rucksack and stuck its head inside, trying to drown out the din. It worked for a few minutes -- that is, until the cat couldn’t stand the smell of old books, fabric, and pencil shavings.
It pulled its head out, weary, and it gave its fluffy coat a shake. It sniffled, and closed up the bag, giving the name tag a rub. “Kitten,” though, really, it had been years since its kittenhood.
The Kitten yawned and stretched. Well, at the very least, the doves seemed to have gotten bored of their teasing. Time to get some shut-eye.
The Kitten curled up in its little bed of grass. It purred, folding its furry paws, and hoped it might be able to recall that nice dream it had of working in a dairy farm for strawberry cows.
“CAW! CAW! CAW!”
The Kitten hopped up, ears erect, eyes wide, and tail puffed. A new flock of birds had moved in, it seemed.
If doves were jerks, then crows were jackasses.
“CAW! CAW! CAW! CAAAAAW!”
The Kitten mewled, drowned out by the crows’ scolding. It picked up its rucksack and began to paw off elsewhere. Somewhere more private and quiet. It padded down from the grassy hill, into the meadow below.
“SCREEE-AHH!!”
A sudden shriek caused the Kitten to pitch forward, bag snapping open and spilling its contents everywhere. A fortunate happenstance, as the air of talons whooshed over its head.
Birds in general were bastards.
The Kitten barely had time to perk up when it saw the hawk circle around again. Scrambling about and kicking its rucksack aside, the feline rolled over into taller grass.
A second whoosh just barely grazed past the Kitten’s ears, and all at once the Kitten pounced up and sprinted. Quite possibly the fastest it had ever ran in its entire life. Through the meadow, into the trees, ducking under and hopping over fallen logs, rocks, and grass tufts.
When at last the Kitten’s strength was spent, it dived forward once more. It stuck its head into the ground and drew its paws up and over. It hoped the grass and trees provided enough cover from the hawk.
“SCREE--ACK!!”
Silence.
The Kitten looked up, wide-eyed and wheezing, coat a virtual puffball. It waited a minute more.
Still silence. No hawk.
It didn’t have a clue what spooked off the hawk, but it was certainly grateful. Picked apart and stuffed into a hawk’s gizzard would have been most unpleasant.
It looked around, gathering its bearings. Somewhere in an unfamiliar forest, middle of the afternoon, no rucksack on hand. No books or supplies. Not the best of situations. Even the trees seemed imposing, standing tall and looming over the feline.
A sudden yawn interrupted the Kitten’s worries. His coat de-puffed, and his eyes drooped sleepily. It gave a weary mewl. Actually, a little nap first sounded lovely. Somewhere more private and quiet and free of flying death traps.
*Squish, squish*
The Kitten glanced down and around. It brushed up into something sticky among the ground and grass.
“Ugh.”
It took a moment to realize just *what* the Kitten was standing in. It stuck in strands, milky-white and stubborn, clinging from the grass to the Kitten’s fur.
The Kitten sniffed around, and made a face. It stunk. Even for... seminary fluid... it was musky and heavy and made the feline’s head spin.
It wiped a clinging strand of the stuff from its tummy fur, examining it. Investigating a little closer, the Kitten was able to pick out strands of fabric and different samples of fur, all stuck amid the drying fluid. Drying. So, still fresh.
The Kitten felt warm, blushing a little. No doubt the Kitten had stumbled upon the aftermath of one of those fabled “woodland orgies.” It had after all read about them in between study sessions. Just for recreational reading.
The Kitten’s whiskers trembled, and it opened its mouth wide, yawning. No need to think of study sessions and impromptu field studies right now. Just needed a new place to sleep.
The Kitten’s eyes looked around blearily, getting its bearings. Not here. Not in the middle of a cummy field. No need to stick around for some horny fur to show up and get the wrong idea.
The Kitten trudged along, squishing through the puddles, trying its best to groom the ooze out of its fur. It took its time, examining its surroundings. Everything seemed so big out here. The scent of trees and, curiously, musk seemed to follow the feline on its trek.
Eventually, it saw some stronger light through one grove of trees. Perhaps it was the hilltop? If so, the Kitten could collect its belongings after its rest.
The trees cleared out gradually, and the feline squinted. No... Not the same hilltop. Still. There was a tree at the top. The Kitten’s ideal resting spot.
The Kitten smiled sleepily to itself. Perhaps it could have another nice dream, this one of swimming in a tank full of chocolate milk. The Kitten mewled dopily and made its up the grassy hill.
The tree was larger than the previous one it had rested beneath. Sturdier and shadier, its branches dipping low. The Kitten approached, trying to take its mind off the smell of animal musk, but it seemed even stronger around here. Other than that, not too many concerns -- aside from a large bottle sitting amid a tree root.
The Kitten tapped at it, curiously. Still two-thirds full. It nosed the lip. Pleasantly fruity and probably boozy.
Feline intuition nagged the Kitten, telling it somefur was nearby. Its tail twitched, pensive, as the feline peered around the other side of the trunk.
“Oh...”
The Kitten faced the back of a large, brown, furry creature, standing bipedal on dark brown legs and footpaws. Triangular ears were propped up atop its fluffy head. A large, ringed tail rested behind it, just tucked slightly to the side of its rump, and the Kitten could see from where it stood the creature was in the middle of marking. Male.
The Kitten shuffled its paws nervously. The creature looked very fluffy-looking, and looked very big.
Just as it was wondering if it had better go and find somewhere else to sleep, the creature’s ears perked. He turned first his head, then his entire body, slowly.
“Greetings, young one.” The large, furry creature stared down upon the Kitten, nose twitching, warm smile on his face. “How fitting it is we meet.” The creature stepped and stood over the Kitten for a better look.
“Um... is it?” The Kitten gazed up at what it perceived as a massive creature.
“Indeed.” The creature’s tail waggled and his footpaws kneaded the ground. “I believe you may know why.”
“I...” The Kitten’s ears and whiskers flicked. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are.”
The large creature chortled, deeply. “I am written here-and-there in the books, but that is fine. There are many who are not well-read on creatures outside their species. Or can read at all, for that matter.”
“Oh...” The Kitten’s ears flicked back, thinking about its rucksack, still sitting somewhere in a meadow. “Well... Who are you, Mister?”
“‘Mister?’ That is unusual.” The bulky, furry creature with the ringed tail smiled, not taking his eyes off the Kitten. He stooped down, gradually, until he was on all fours, nose-to-nose with the feline. “I am a Tanuki, and these are my woods.”
He sniffed, causing the Kitten to instinctively sidle back, too close for comfort. “And you are a Cat. Mainly a Coon, I believe.” He chuckled, nose pressing forward for a better whiff.
“Well, Mr. Tanuki...” The Kitten, already uncomfortable, stretched back even further -- but ended up tripping onto his rump. A blush tinted the Kitten’s fluffy cheeks, but not so much for the creature’s insight.
After all, the Kitten now had a good view of the creature’s underside. Fluffy tummy fur, striking footpaws and legs... and nestled between them, a furry sheath and oversized set of testicles. They rubbed against the sides of his legs, hefty and powerful.
The Tanuki noticed the Kitten’s blushing observations. “Yes?”
The Kitten’s face scrunched. The smell of the Tanuki’s animal musk wafted heavily into its nose, even more potent coming from his sheath and nutsack. It smelled strongly of the cum from earlier.
The Tanuki said nothing, though his smile widened. He lightly squeezed his legs together, his sack squishing and bulging. His sheathe jutted forward, and the Kitten could swear it could see the tip of cock within. The smell intensified. Teasing.
“You smell... peculiar.”
“Hah.” The Tanuki gave a laugh that caused his tummy to bounce. “You are not bad yourself, little cat. Although...” He snuffled at the Kitten again before sitting up. “Although that may be attributed with me coming across your path.”
The Kitten’s face felt even warmer than before, and it dropped its gaze. “I bumped into you. Don’t you mean I came across your path?”
“No.” The Tanuki smiled knowingly, rubbing his footpaws together, skimming them over his balls.
The Kitten’s face went from warm to hot, remembering. Clearly woodland ways were a bit more open and lewd.
The Tanuki merely gave his balls one last fondle before standing, lumbering back to his spot beneath the tree. He sat down, his lap wide open, balls resting in the grass. He picked up the bottle and took a hearty swig before offering it to his guest.
“A drink for you, Kitten?”
Kitten? The Kitten’s ears perked up. “Oh! Um... Well, you see...”
“Ah... yes.” The Tanuki’s eyes twinkled, and he took another swig, tail thumping and toes curling. “You are not of age to drink. That is fine. Or, perhaps, if you are curious, then do not worry -- it will be our secret.”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant... I’m not that young!” The Kitten mewled, a bit flustered, blushing furiously. “I just don’t really... partake in drink.”
The Tanuki observed the Kitten, contemplatively. Then, his smile returned, toes wriggling, giddy. “Very well. And of course you are not that young.” The Tanuki nodded to himself and took yet another gulp.
The Kitten stammered. “Honestly, I’m just looking for a place for a catnap. Just... somewhere safe. Someplace with no birds!”
The Tanuki rested the bottle against his thigh, closed his eyes, and hummed, sagely.
“You do not care for birds, little cat?”
The Kitten squeaked. “Not at all!”
"Pity. Many of them are quite delectable.” He patted his tummy with a free paw. “You, a cat, should know that.”
“I... well.” The Kitten mewled. “They’re loud when trying to sleep.”
“Ah, understandable.” The Tanuki’s eyes opened, that smile never quite leaving his face. “If you are looking for a place to lay down to rest,” The Tanuki again gave the Kitten a contemplative look. Friendly, but mildly mischievous. “I know a few places. Quite intimately, in fact.”
The Kitten’s eyes brightened a little. “Do you, Mr. Tanuki?”
The Tanuki chortled at the Kitten’s expression. “Of course. I can make sure you are safe while you slumber. These are my end of the woods, after all, and I always take care of my little guests.”
The Kitten smiled, a bit shyly. “If you wouldn’t mind, Mister. I just need a little time to sleep. Then I can be out of your way, off your property!”
“It is no problem at all, little cat.” The Tanuki took another sip of drink, thinking. “Hmm... So. You have never seen what a Tanuki before, much less what they can do, have you?”
The Kitten tilted its head. “Well... I suppose you are a bit like Racoon-kind. Just, a lot bigger and browner.”
“Hmm, so you do not.” The Tanuki shuffled his weight, sitting up. “Then I will tell you some things.”
“All... right.” The Kitten was curious. “What sort of things, Mr. Tanuki?”
“Some things such as,” The Tanuki relaxed, and spread his legs further. “We Tanuki boys have the most comfortable of laps, and make the most comfortable of beds.“
The Kitten blushed, realizing the implications. “Oh... Well, um...”
“We can protect our guests, intimately so.” The Tanuki continued. “For you see, we are near magical, and scary predators do not wish to get involved with us.” The Tanuki smiled at the Kitten’s conflicted look. “Especially birds.”
The Kitten looked up. No birds.
“Right here, Kitten.” The Tanuki ran a finger across the top of his furry scrotum. “You can sleep here. It is the safest, for they are my most prized of body parts. They are soft and malleable, and the aroma helps put small creatures at ease.”
The Kitten looked away, unsure.
"Come now, little cat. I will sit here while you sleep.” The Tanuki chuckled and picked up a leaf, propping it on his head. “I happen to be good at that.”
The Kitten’s nose wiggled. It could smell the Tanuki’s scent. Come to think of it, it did seem rather inviting. Perhaps more intimate than the Kitten was accustomed to, but inviting.
“We all must go to rest eventually. You may as well go to one of magic. To many, it is an honor.”
The Kitten yawned widely and turned its head back upon the Tanuki. It stared upon his balls and furry sheath. It drew its gaze up, to the Tanuki’s smiling face. The Tanuki nodded, ushering it on.
The feline padded over to the fluffy creature, slowly and cautiously. It stepped past the Tanuki’s large footpaws, between the its fluffy legs. It stood, mere inches from the Tanuki’s resting ballsack, its potent, spicy scent filling the Kitten’s senses. Full and heady, like a drink.
Eyes half-lidded, it smiled, extending a tiny cat paw to one testicle. Furry and soft, and still mildly damp and sticky from previous excursions. The Kitten pressed a fluffy cheek to it, gently rubbing up and down.
The Tanuki murmured in approval. Already his sheath began to pert, tip of his cock sliding out. The smell intensified, wafting from within the sheath, sending Kitten and Tanuki alike into a state of lust.
The Kitten sighed, blissfully, and turned its face to nose directly between the Tanuki’s testes. It breathed deeply. The wonderful animal musk tickled the Kitten’s instincts, calling it to the woodlands, beckoning it to the wild.
The Kitten mewled and, arms wide, squished itself full-bodily against the Tanuki’s nuts. Such strange thoughts. It was as if the Kitten willed itself to rub and bathe in this creature’s essence, to carry it and so reek of it as the Tanuki did.
A pleased rumble rippled through the Tanuki’s furry chest, traveling down his plump tummy. His arousal peaked out, moist cock throbbing and ready.
He flexed his groin, and his sack squished together where the Kitten worshiped it so. The Kitten eeped, finding itself pinned between both nuts, warm and nestled among their smell, their damp maleness. Under most circumstances, it would have been a concern, but the Kitten felt quite at ease, quite comfortable.
The Tanuki grinned and plucked the leaf from his head. He stroked the topside of his length with its tip a few times, chortling from the ticklish stimulation, before tossing the leaf aside.
“Very good, little cat.” He whispered. “Smell it up. Nuzzle close. I believe it is time for you to become quite familiar with it.”
The Kitten had only a moment to dully raise its head when a large splatter of wet precum smeared across its face. It mewled, drawing its paws up to clear its eyes. It rubbed its face and lips, but it remained smelly of musk, a strong taste filling his mouth.
The Kitten tried to pull away, but the Tanuki’s balls had too firm a grip. It tried pawing and punching... but throughout the Kitten’s life, it had always been declawed. Its efforts instead yielded another pleasured grunt from the Tanuki, and another splurt of stickiness on its face, spreading down its feline chest.
“M-Mr. Tanuki... what are you doing?” The Kitten pleaded, hazily. “Please, don’t. I just wanted to sleep. Safely.”
The Tanuki gently rubbed a paw on the Kitten, comforting, but also smearing the ooze down the rest of the Kitten’s body. “I always keep my word, little cat. There is no safer place than a Tanuki’s balls.” He took a finger and tickled the Kitten’s paws, teasingly, his voice a little more coy. “On the inside.”
The Kitten tried to back away, again, but the Tanuki’s paw sandwiched him against his groin, squishing against his nuts. “Can you not smell it? Feel it? Is it not obvious this is where you want to be?” The Tanuki rubbed his paw with the Kitten up and down his sack to emphasize his point.
The Kitten could not give a clear answer, too confused in musk and lust. He instead purred -- a response not so much of his rational mind. But the response vibrated up and through the Tanuki, a sexual telegram that meant no going back.
“I will interpret that as a ‘yes,’ then.” Another twitch from his fully erect dick, another plop of sticky fluid splattering over the kitten, full-bodily.
“And now, my little cat is fully lubed.”
A handpaw carefully gripped the Kitten, drawing it up from between the Tanuki’s nuts with an audible *shlock.* He slithered the sticky, musky cat over his furry, parted sheath, and up the underside of his straining, throbbing cock. He rested the Kitten’s face to the cocktip.
“Enjoy your stay.”
He pressed its face forward, and the tip of his penis parted and began to engulf the Kitten. It would not have been possible through any other creature but one of magical prowess, particularly one of tricks and sexual energy.
The Tanuki groaned, the sensation stimulating his need to jerk and rut, but he kept resolute, using his paw merely to ease the lubed Kitten along its its journey.
Down its head went, then its chest, then its tummy. It was easy, and the Kitten hardly made a bulge in his cock -- balls, on the other hand, more noticeable.
The Kitten feebly kicked its hindpaws, whipped its tail, but to no avail. No more appealing to its host. No going back at all. Just an existence of being one with sticky Tanuki magic.
The cock gave a final throb and slurped down the Kitten’s matted tail, pulling it in with a *schlick.* A dribble of cum spilled over and drooled down the length, dripping onto the wiggling ball sack.
The Tanuki took another swig from his bottle, his handpaws longing to touch, to fondle his balls, to stroke his slickened cock. Fortunately, he had at least an inkling of restraint.
Meanwhile, the Kitten’s world was white. Musky, sticky. Soft and squishy. It struggled to get a grip, to somehow crawl its way out... but it could not see which way was up, where to go. It didn’t help that every throb and twitch pressed the Kitten up against the Tanuki’s testes, sandwiched by the scrotum, a literal cat-shaped bulge in the larger creature’s groin.
The Kitten’s energy sapped, body saturated in strong-smelling cum, it felt its eyes drooping once more. No use, was there? And still tired, too. It ceased struggling, curling up into a goopy fluffball. Actually pretty comfy. It gave a small mewling laugh, in delirium, at the sudden thought: once you got over the whole weirdness of your position, the Tanuki was right. It really *was* quite warm and cozy and safe in here.
Its eyes closed, ears flicking back. Well, probably as safe as any a place in this weird, wild woods. Certainly not someplace the Kitten expected its life to cum to.
The Tanuki sighed, tail relaxing, paws unclenched. His guest had stopped struggling, which was good. Any more stimulation and he feared he would have to cum his guest back up immediately. That was rarely fun.
“Much obliged, little cat.” The Tanuki brought a handpaw up to the fur tufts on his cheeks, grooming them, but he just ending up getting them sticky. His cock retreated gradually into its sheath, though the tip remained poking out. He couldn’t help feel perpetually half-aroused, given the circumstances.
The Tanuki stood, taking his time to do so. Being a host required careful work sometimes. After all, he wouldn’t want to harm his little resident while he slept.
He stretched and idly rubbed his back against the tree. His swollen balls swung and squished on the bark. He paused and ran a paw over his sack. He still felt the bulge where Kitten slumbered. Gurgling and perhaps a little less defined around the edges, but still intact. No harm done.
He then chortled and continued to massage his balls, hefting them and squishing them together repeatedly. He just couldn’t help it -- the promise of a fruitful rain always made him giddy. It continued to make the forest nice and sticky and smelling of his musk.
His plump stomach rumbled. He smiled, pressing a handpaw to his pudge. It was about that time; hopefully more little critters would soon travel by, looking for hospitality. After all, he would always be happy to give company safe places to sleep.
The Tanuki hummed merrily and began to pad down the grassy hillside, testicles swinging full and musky in the warm sun, footpaws trekking even more of his essence in his wake.
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