Milkette.
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Happy birthday, buddy! The 25th was obviously a great day for all big-balled kind!
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"writing": "[center]Love Wears Glasses\n\nAuthored by [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/milkjunkie]MilkJunkie[/url][/center]\n\n[center]Happy Birthday Ozy! From a mousie, with love <3[/center]\n\n\t[b]nerd[/b]\n[nurd] \n\n[i]noun[/i] Slang.\n\n1. a stupid, irritating, ineffectual, or unattractive person.\n\n2. an intelligent but single-minded person obsessed with a nonsocial hobby or pursuit: a computer nerd.\n\n\tStupid, irritating, or unattractive? Tell that to Ozy, he must have missed the memo.\n\n\t\n\n\tNerds have a lot of ways to have fun. Some play video games, some play with trading cards. Others play with chemical compounds to create something new, and some play with technology to build it. One nerd may be wrapping up an epic raid on their favourite MMORPG while another would be delving into the secrets of paranormal sciences after watching Ghostbusters for the hundredth time in their life. When all was said and done, a nerd just wanted to have fun in their own way. Was that so wrong? Was anyone else really so different?\n\n\tLike most people, nerds also have their… more private ways of enjoying themselves. Milkette in particular fancied an evening in her room at times with her door closed and her curtains pulled in to isolate her from everything. She would sit herself at her desk – a mahogany number that was L-shaped to fit into the corner of her room, decorated with some anime or gaming memorabilia and her desktop computer – and open up one of her instant messengers to send someone a little invitation… It was only a moment’s wait before they’d accept it, and a smile would creep across her lovely features.\n\n\tShe adjusted her glasses to look into the video feed window of the IM box to see a handsome blonde man looking back at her with his lovely green eyes. He was identifiable to someone with a keen eye as being a Japanese raccoon-dog… or a Tanuki, in other words, but he often had to tell people what he was. The conflicting lighter and darker browns of his fur never really hinted to others exactly what his species may be, so it was just difficult to tell at a glance. His features, though, were boyish and handsome… and admittedly to Milkette, she probably found him more handsome than she had any right to.\n\n\tThat was why she sat there with her camera, and was dressed in little more than violet lingerie. The bra was a decorative number, designed with a floral sort of frill embroidery that hugged her enormous breasts almost indecently. Her coffee-cream mounds of breast were squeezed tightly by her bra to shape her heavy bosom into high hills of canyon-like cleavage. The panties weren’t skimpy, modestly covering her shapely butt and nethers with the same flower printed on either hip, the inner ‘petals’ of the design being slightly see-through. All else on her shapely body was bare, exposing the combination milk-chocolate and coffee-cream fur that made her look, as she says, a delicious cookie.\n\n\tShe admired the way he raised his eyebrows when he saw her on his screen.\n\n\t\n\n\t“Hey handsome,” She smiled.\n\n\t“Hello beautiful,” Ozy responded. He could see her face mostly, but the straps of her bra and the thick cleavage presented was more than noticeable. “I suddenly feel pretty over-dressed,” He added with a grin.\n\n\tShe could tell. He was wearing a t-shirt of some kind, so he was probably fully dressed despite the fact it was night. But the look on his face… maybe it was just her imagination playing tricks, but his eyes spoke volumes of how much he liked seeing her. Whether or not it was her own mind getting away on her, it made her feel beautiful, and the thought was far from unwelcome… Still, she wasn’t above exploiting him for further compliment. “Like it?” She’d ask, twirling a strand of her long hair around her finger as her bucked teeth bit into her lip.\n\n\tOzy let out a little breath that acted like a stifled laugh. The question was preposterous. “You could make anything look beautiful,” He said.\n\n\tEver-coy (or was it sarcastic?), Milkette raised a brow and smirked, “Even if I was poor and wore garbage bags?”\n\n\t\n\n\t“Ehh…” Ozy was caught, and he gave an uncertain look to the side, “Well… there might be something there even so.”\n\n\tSuch a charmer.\n\n\tThe mouse girl stretched, lifting her arms well above her head and pushing her chest out to put some tension on her shoulders. It also had the convenient effect of accentuating her head-sized boobs much to Ozy’s obvious delight. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” The girl purred, brushing her hair back behind her shoulders in a deliberate bid to keep his view of her chest (or what the camera could see anyway) as unobstructed as possible.\n\n\t“Would it get me in that room?” Ozy would retort.\n\n\t\n\n\tMilkette grinned, “Oh maybe… but not tonight.”\n\n\t“Rats,” Ozy snapped his fingers and sat back in his chair. The backdrop for his setting seemed to be in his lab – the silly tanuki didn’t have a PC in his room, she figured. “I guess I’d have to buy you dinner first, huh?”\n\n\t\n\n\tMilkette couldn’t help but hunch forwards to rest her elbows on her desk and her chin in her hands. Of course, her heavy chest was snug right on top of the desk, even bubbling downwards over the edge towards her keyboard. Her face was likely unnaturally close to the screen, just peering at Ozy’s visage more closely. The camera automatically followed her as its point of focus – fancy! He could even see her tail a bit swaying behind her… the camera must have been perched somewhere over top the monitor.\n\n\t“Mouse, actually, and I suppose if I could has cheeseburger that would win you some points,” She quipped back.\n\n\t“What’re you a cat now?” Ozy smirked.\n\n\t“Meow~” Milkette mused with a paw-like curl of her wrist to rub her own cheek.\n\n\tThe two of them shared a laugh, and then a sigh. Milkette hadn’t felt that way since… well, ever, considering the strange circumstances of beginning her life at twenty. But memories still lingered in her mind of a life not her own – of a teenager who had become hopelessly engrossed with partners on the other side of a computer screen. She was older now, but the way her heart beat for Ozy reminded her of a younger time.\n\n\t“I was waiting all day to talk to you,” Milkette purred after a moment of love-puppy eyes.\n\n\tOzy’s cheeks noticeably burned in the slightly delayed video feed, and he averted his eyes. “Really?” He asked, seemingly unable or unwilling to make a similar claim himself. Milkette couldn’t really blame him… he’d probably been so caught up with work that he hardly even thought about her. But she’d toss him a line… she didn’t want to fall into a trap thinking that she perhaps appreciated him more than he did her. If he was happy just then, at that moment, then that was fine for her.\n\n\t“Really,” She said, “I like talking to you. I like seeing you too. I usually don’t see you unless you come to the store…”\n\n\tOzy went on the defensive, raising his hands to kind of fan them in front of his face in a motion of sheer desperation. “I know, I… I don’t mean to, of course, it’s just that my work… well you know,” He said, waving his hands around, “No, trust me, I’d be all over the chance to come out and see you more. I just don’t always have the time to get out. But don’t worry; I’m almost done this thing I’m doing… I’ll take you out the night I finish!”\n\n\t“Oooh? You promise?” Milkette sat back with a coy smile, resting her hands between her thighs and pressing on the sides of her robust chest with her arms.\n\n\tOzy sat forwards a little and raised his hand to show off his pinky. “I’d pink swear you right now,” He answered, “But reality isn’t permitting that right now.”\n\n\tA thought crossed Milkette’s mind and she hardly took a moment to act on it. “What else would you do…?” She put on a seductive sort of tone and a flirty look. Ozy seemed to be caught by surprise, so she pressed on, “If you were here… with me, right now. What would you do?”\n\n\tA dumbfounded look crossed Ozy’s face again. He always squirmed when he was put on the spot like that… Milkette often did it on purpose just to watch how cute he’d act. Sitting back in his chair with a slump that tilted the seat back a bit, his eyes wandered around his surroundings as he rubbed at his own chest idly. He took a moment to shift in his chair, stalling for time so he could think. “Uh, kiss you,” He answered, “Like, a lot.”\n\n\t“You’re speaking my language,” Milkette purred, “What else?”\n\n\t“Well I’d get you out of that bra,” Ozy continued.\n\n\tMilkette leaned herself back and lifted her hands to run them up her front and cup her enormous breasts. Hefting them somewhat for the camera, she looked dead into the lens, and this right at Ozy. “You mean this one?” How coy!\n\n\t“Yeah,” Ozy said with a visible swallow, “That one. I’d take it off, because… because you look amazing in it, but you’d look even better without it. More mouse to see, you know? And then I’d, uh…” He paused, trying to remind himself to sound as romantic as a scientist was capable of. “I’d… enjoy them.”\n\n\t“Enjoy what?”\n\n\t“Your breasts,” Ozy said before burying his teeth awkwardly into his lip, “I’d lick and suck them like crazy.”\n\n\t“My what?”\n\n\t“Your breasts.”\n\n\t“My tits?”\n\n\tThe back-and-forth was driving Ozy crazy, and the girl was hell-bent on one-upping him with the obvious intent of embarrassing him. Well it was working. In defeat Ozy dropped his head back and groaned, “Yes, your tits! Your giant, amazing tits.”\n\n\tAs victorious as she was, Milkette wasn’t the only real winner. The naughty banter had as much an effect on her as it did on the tanuki on her monitor. It was such a naughty thrill to just talk to someone like that, unabashed and unafraid that anyone might hear them. She could feel her arousal building in the very pit of her loins. It made her a little squirmy, and it was difficult to resist indulging herself right then. Instead, she dragged a finger simply along her innermost thigh… because teasing herself was half the fun.\n\n\t“You know what I’d do?” She began, but didn’t wait for an answer, “I’d peel that shirt off your body nice and slow… starting from the bottom and working my way up, and I’d kiss your fur allll the way up… from just above your belt, up over your chest, up over your neck… Mmnf~ I just wanna rake my fingers through your fur.”\n\n\t“Oh yeah?”\n\n\t“Oh yeah,” She said, a blush rising to her cheeks, “I could lick you all over, Ozy…”\n\n\t“All over?”\n\n\t“Every inch.”\n\n\t“Even my toes?”\n\n\t“I’d suck on your toes,” She giggled, “Well, if your feet are clean.”\n\n\tGods, what a thrill! Milkette could feel her thighs tense up through no control of her own.\n\n\t“Hey,” She squeaked, “Take off your shirt.”\n\n\t\n\n\t“Why?” His answer came all too quickly, but Ozy’s hand teased at his shirt’s lower him, lifting it just a little to show off the ever-so-slight bit of his stomach.\n\n\tOh, now he was going to play? Milkette had half a mind to punish him for it, but instead she found it more fun to play along. “I wanna see you,” She said, “More of you.”\n\n\t“Well then ask me nice,” Ozy smirked.\n\n\t“Please?” Milkette quickly rose to the task.\n\n\t“Wellll…”\n\n\tThe mouse girl huffed, but sat up straight to look up into her camera. Crossing her arms beneath her chest, she lifted her breasts more upwards and outwards so that his downward angle of viewing stared right down into the chasm that was her cleavage. She put on the best pleading expression she could muster from the depths of her devious collection of facial expressions, peering into the camera over the round lenses of her glasses. “Ozy, pleeeeease…” She purred, “… Please take off your shirt and show me your sexy chest.”\n\n\tIt was hard to argue with that. Ozy complied, pushing his body to sit forwards in his chair, and he pulled his shirt up and over his head. It was hardly a show; the closest thing to a performance Milkette got was how his shirt got briefly stuck up over his head where he had to reposition his arms to get it off. Still, she almost cooed as she admired the definition of his body. Ozy was a slender young man, quite simply. There wasn’t too much to him, but if anything the lack of rippling muscles just made him all the more appealing to her. Why take delight in such exaggerated displays of masculinity when there were far more charming men sitting on the sidelines?\n\n\tSlipping a hand into her lap to continue caressing her own thigh, the mouse girl ran her finger along the screen over Ozy’s chest as he sat back. “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?” She asked with a whimsical sigh.\n\n\t“Once or twice,” Ozy responded with a shy smile. He just wasn’t used to being fawned over so much, but that simply made the girl all the more special to him.\n\n\tWith a smile, Milkette arched her back and thrust her chest out as she reached behind herself to work off the hooks that held her bra in place. “My turn,” She purred as the clips came undone and the cups fell a little more loosely over her chest. Always keeping one arm (nearly the whole arm was needed) pressed to her bosom; she slipped her arms free of her bra’s straps, and then gently tugged the bra away. Like the cheeky mouse she was though, she kept one arm securely wrapped around her breasts so that she was hiding her thick nipples. When she sat back, Ozy was treated to an expanse of breast and bare cleavage, but still had precious little hidden from him.\n\n\tNow, Milkette had more choices than Ozy when it came to entertainment. While Ozy could have possibly posed, Milkette had access to something with a lot more potential. “Soooo… Here they are~” She giggled, “My giant, amazing tits.”\n\n\t“Move your arm,” Ozy breathed.\n\n\tMilkette pouted her lip and responded in a typical Milkette fashion – a simple ‘tsk.’\n\n\t“Always in such a rush… What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable?” The mouse teased. For a moment it seemed as if she was going to indulge him, at least until she pressed both her hands to her chest to cover as much of her breasts as she could. There was more cleavage, no nipple. Her areola couldn’t be completely hidden, but he was treated to the view of her well-formed breasts pressing into one another. Ozy’s imagination was getting ahead of him, imagining a series of raunchy scenarios focusing on her breasts alone.\n\n\tReaching forwards with one hand, Milkette let one of her breasts drop and bounce heavily. She snatched something up, fumbling with her bosom to hug it with one arm again, and stuff something between them. Quite simply, it was a strawberry Pocky stick. It stick out from between her breasts, standing high towards her muzzle, and she gripped her chest again to squeeze the heavy mountains of flesh around it in a very blatant display.\n\n\t“I’m feeling a little discomfort now,” Ozy smirked, watching as Milkette shamelessly flicked her tongue over the strawberry-cream coated tip of the biscuit stick.\n\n\tMilkette closed her eyes and ran her tongue up over the length of the stick, leaning a little to do so. “Tell me about it,” She purred.\n\n\tOzy blushed, and lacked the pretty words to dress up his explanation. “My dick’s getting as hard as a rock,” He explained rather bluntly, “For you.”\n\n\tMilkette felt a rush of embarrassment and a tinge of excitement at such straight-forward bluntness. Catching the stick between her lips, she bit off a piece and lifted her head to look at the screen again, chewing on the treat. “And are you going to show me?” She asked, sweet as could be. Foregoing her showmanship, she plucked the treat from betwixt her bosom and continued to eat it as normal, with her gorgeous, weighty breasts on display.\n\n\tThere was no playing around that time. Ozy stood from his chair to where his camera would lose focus of his face and shoulders. Instead, the lower bit of his torso and his crotch could be seen. There was a bulge in his slacks that couldn’t be ignored… Milkette found herself staring at her screen, able to define with certainty just where and how large Ozy’s healthy tanuki nuts were all bundled up. Fortunately she didn’t have to wait long to whet her palette as Ozy made quick work of his zipper and button, pushing his bottoms down around his ankle and flopped back into his chair. He clearly reached up to angle the camera, and slid his chair around to position himself so the mouse girl could clearly see his stiff cock and fat balls.\n\n\tTanukis were always known for their unique endowments, and Ozy was no exception. The dusky brown fur of his sac was loaded with two massive orbs that would have easily out-sized Milkette’s own hand… each! Those heavy, rolling spheres were nestled beneath a deliciously thick sheath that had given way to a shaft that, while modest compared the most hyper endowed men, was at least as thick as a soda can and long enough to pass his navel. He was well-endowed, graciously by regular standards. Seeing that fleshy thickness and Ozy’s hand unable to completely close around it made the mouse girl clench her thighs around her hand on her end… she started to touch herself, teasing her feminine arousal and spurring it on.\n\n\tThe way Milkette used her bucked teeth to chew onto and drag along her lower lip was telling. Ozy sat back and spread his legs to display himself fully to his mouse friend, and began to stroke his shaft in tender motions with one hand while the other teased one of his heavy testicles. Again, like with Ozy’s cock, the contrast in size to his own hand was more than evident when competing with his heavy and no doubt loaded balls. Milkette’s chest rose and fell with her heavier breathing.\n\n\t“My God, you are the perfect guy…” The mouse crooned, “You’re so big, but not too big…”\n\n\t“A perfect fit, huh?” Ozy grinned, jerking himself off rather casually for the mouse.\n\n\t“No! You’d still stretch me,” Milkette squeaked, shifting in her chair, tucking her fingers against her crotch to press more firmly and play with herself more directly through her panties that were just getting wet. “You’re just so cute, and then there’s that monster… Mmnh, and those nuts,” She gushed.\n\n\t“You like my nuts?” Ozy asked, as if it weren’t obvious. He made more of a point to roll one of his enormous testicles in his palm.\n\n\t“I am seriously regretting that you can’t come over tonight,” The mouse breathed, rolling her hips in place a bit, “I want that.”\n\n\t\n\n\tGripping more firmly, Ozy closed his eyes briefly as he continued to fondle and tease his own dick for her viewing pleasure. His hand glided over the stiff, fat length easily, moisture beading at the tip of the tool. He used his precum to slick himself up, opening his eyes to watch her reactions as he did so.\n\n\t“Well you cum for me?” She asked.\n\n\t“Will you for me?” He responded.\n\n\t“You’re damn right I will,” She breathed as she rose from her chair to hook her thumbs into her panties. With a little wiggle of her round hips, she pushed them off of her, the crotch sticking to her dampness only briefly before the garments were pushed down her legs. She stepped out of them and sat back naked in her chair. She moved her camera, taking it off its perch and settling it instead on her desk, where she sat back, placed her feet on her desk, and spread her legs in lewd display of her sex. Ozy could see it all, and she made certain of it as she used her fingers to spread those folds apart, allowing the tanuki to gaze full-on at her pink depths.\n\n\t“I’m wet,” She panted, teasing her folds with her fingers before very gently pushing just her middle finger inside of her. Her microphone, wherever it was, was too far to pick up on the slick sounds of her entry, but he could clearly see her thighs tremble. The heavy swells of her breasts just barely peeked from the top of the camera’s frame as she teased herself, pumping her finger into her waiting depths… a poor substitute for the manhood that taunted her from the other end of the internet, but it would have to do.\n\n\tFrom Milkette’s side, her rounded glasses reflected the screen of her PC so perfectly that there was no question what she was focusing on. Ozy took to using both hands to stroke himself. One atop the other, he gave himself a make-shift tube to please himself with, stroking the full length of his shaft in movements that picked up in pace. Trying to simulate the girth for herself, the mouse girl pushed a second finger into her hungry puss and pushed both in to her second knuckle. Her fingers curled to hit her special spot, making her squeak aloud and her thighs jump as they tensed. In some sort of challenge to herself, she tried to match his pace.\n\n\tSeeing Milkette’s fingers plunge into her hungry cooch was one thing, but hearing her adorable squeaks of needy pleasure was entirely another. It was almost instinctual desire that drove him on just hearing those sweet sounds. He let out gentle breaths and moans of his own, but was ultimately more reserved than his cam-partner. He panted softly as he carried on, milking his shaft into sputtering ropes of pre-cum into the air to splatter onto his floor in a mess. Some lipped on the edge of his chair, plenty trickled down over his nuts… But the surging spunk just helped him and excited the mouse on the other end even more.\n\n\t“You’re like a fucking fountain,” Milkette whined as she rocked her hips, plunging her fingers into herself with lewd sounds that were starting to reach the microphone. She worked herself steadily with one hand, the other teasing at one of her heavy nipples. Her incessant tugging on it caused it to leak milk down the lovely swell, starting to drip into frame. It just made her look even tastier.\n\n\t“Tanuki nuts,” Ozy panted as he stroked his shaft, the tool so thick and slick he could twist his hands over it without wringing his shaft like a damp cloth. Occasionally his pace would ease from being frantic to instead stroking slowly and deliberately, mostly for the girl’s enjoyment.\n\n\t“I could watch it spurt all day,” The mouse groaned.\n\n\tOzy moaned sweetly back to her as if they were communicating on another level beyond their words. “It could do it all day,” He grinned, opening one eye to see her needy actions. If ever she withdrew her fingers, it was merely to work her folds into a soaked mess, teasing over her own clit to make her hips buck and thrash in her seat. She certainly worked herself to a multitude of orgasms, her whining and moaning reaching squealing pitches when the pleasure shook her to her core. Her body would lock up, tremble, and her breath would be caught for a moment before she gasped and shuddered all her rigidity out.\n\n\t\n\n\t“All day…” Milkette repeated, her tongue having a hard time staying between her lips, “On my next day off I… I should lock you in my room and we should fuck until we can’t walk!”\n\n\t“It’s a d… date…!” Ozy groaned, gripping his shaft and angling it towards his computer so that Milkette could see every thick rope of pre-cum that escaped his tip launch towards his keyboard. The sight seemed to drive her wild! One more finger was pushed into her gaping, drooling cunny to plunge inside with the other. The girl clumsily thrust her fingers, but expertly hit all her own buttons. Who better to know what she liked? Her passion overpowered her desire to tease and show off to Ozy, and soon her thoughts all fell to finger-fucking herself into a frothy mess, all while her eyes were clued to the image of his own tool gushing like a popped bottle of champagne.\n\n\t“Cum for me Ozy,” The mouse moaned, “Cum for me! Cum, please… Gods, please Ozy…”\n\n\tHer desperate tone encouraged Ozy to focus everything he had into the building load inside him. His hands worked frantically, feverishly as he panted and moaned. He got carried away, beginning to groan loudly into the air and arch his back. He tried thrusting his hips into his hands, trying desperately to get some sense of fucking out of his masturbation, wanting to give to the rodent everything he could even if she was on the other side of a screen. His body grew hot in his effort and his breaths grew ragged, but all his work and excitement hit a massive payload. He didn’t announce his cumming – he didn’t have to. He simply came.\n\n\tMilkette could see it launching into the air, firing from his dick like artillery. He’d had it angled towards the computer, and he could tell by how the camera sometimes shook that he was plastering his monitor in spunk that she could hear messily splattering against the screen. For a moment, Milkette imagined that instead of plastering her visage on a screen that he was instead raining his white hot love down upon her body directly. That fleeting though struck a chord in the mouse that made her cry out loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and she came again with an almost violent eruption of feminine juices around her own fingers.\n\n\tThe fact that Ozy seemed to hit the camera dead on just seemed to help. His image was flooded with thick white that blacked him out so the mouse couldn’t see him anymore – but she could hear him. He gushed and squirted cum into the air like party streamers, and she knew in her mind that he was getting it absolutely everywhere. Amounts only measurable by the gallon had to be messing Ozy’s entire office space, and even his own svelte body. Milkette’s own juices dripped down her inner thighs to pool on her chair, and her feet fell from resting on the desk to settle on the floor. She laid almost limp, fingers still buried into her body.\n\n\t“Oh God, oh God…” She panted, “Amazing… you’re amazing…”\n\n\t“Uungh…” Ozy groaned as his orgasm fell from its peak and became more manageable at least, with idle shots of cum launching from his twitching pole every now and then.\n\n\tMilkette gathered her wits again over time, letting her breathing return to normal and finally adjusting her crooked glasses. Her tits were still leaking milk, her body still feeling the dull burning of need deep inside… But finally she sat up, nearly dragging herself. “Ozy, I… I gotta work in the morning…” She almost moaned.\n\n\t“Y-Yeah…” Ozy breathed. His eyes were still closed, his stiff shaft still in one of his hands, the other hand massaging his burdened balls, “Okay… T-Thanks for this, you’re… you’re the best.”\n\n\t“Yeah… I am…” Milkette grinned, “Much love, Ozy.”\n\n\tWith one last wink and a blown kiss, the mouse switched off her camera and ended the conversation.\n\n",
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