[b]Thunderstruck[/b]


It was late, but still light. It was the middle of summer, the time of year when the sun went down nearer to midnight than suppertime, the time of year when the midday heat was oppressive and the air muggy. But now, as the light in the sky faded from fiery orange to a blue near black, things cooled and many took advantage of the respite to come out of hiding and do a bit of foraging.

One of these many was a small, brushtailed buck by the name of Skater. A squirrel from a young age his heavy brown coat did not cope well with the searing summer sun and he'd taken to napping through the days, to emerge around sunset when things were much cooler. A born wanderer he had managed to skitter and scurry his way across a large town over the past week or so, ending up now in the suburbs of the old city, where houses were large and drafty and easy to get into. Quite possibly he'd try; the one not too far from him now looked very inviting indeed. But it had a cat door, which was always a warning sign. Although; he'd never actually come across a cat before; in all his travels he'd never had to deal with one. So he really had no idea how he'd fare. But he hadn't heard good things so-

There was a sudden sensation of pressure that flattened him against the ground and made him see stars. His mind slipped into a dark oblivion.


* * *

Some time later, it could have been seconds; it could have been hours, Skater awoke. He felt light-headed and somehow tired, lying flat on his back in the dark. Looking up he could see little but the dim sky above, a canopy of leaves far above blocking most of his vision and making it seem like he was floating in a black void. He head spun as he tried to pinpoint exactly what had happened to him; had he been attacked? Knocked down? Walked into something?

His question was answered for him as he soon felt clawed paws moving up his legs. There was a substantial weight to them, holding him down and making it quite clear that escape was not an option. Wonderful; he'd been caught, [i]again[/i]. It was his short attention span, that's what it was; it always got him- got him... The clawed paws had changed their movements now, caressing his calves, shifting slowly up to his thighs, before stopping at his hips, delicately, yet firmly holding onto either side of them, pinning him in place. The soft sensations of silky warm fur against him danced over his grasped legs as the hands explored their way on his lower body. He attempted to get up, curling his body to get a look at his unseen attacker. For a second he saw little but two white, feline paws in the gloom, before a warning hiss sounded out, sharp as sandpaper scraping concrete. Wisely he lay back down, staring once more at the sky and wondering what was going to happen next. So... it [i]was[/i] a cat then, and not a particularly large one from what he'd seen; maybe only a tad bigger than the squirrel himself. Still dangerous though, and apparently in the mood to play with him. He held his breath.

The feline crawled its way slowly up his body, increasingly putting weight on his legs as a softly-furred stomach pressed atop them. It stopped halfway over him, still completely hidden from his view, forcefully limited as it was. For a second there was silence and stillness as the cold night air grew noticeably warmer between the pair. After an excruciating wait the squirrel started, humid hot breath gently being blown over his lower chest, a heavy, heated breathing that carried a familiar undertone of desire. The brushtailed buck had a very definite idea about how things were going to play out; he seemed to somehow attract such happenings. Still, at least he wasn't going to die. Probably.

A thick, rough warmth, which he assumed to be the cat’s tongue, rubbed against the growing bulge of his sheath, before pointy sharp teeth landed a playful nibble on it. He squeaked in surprise and protest as the actions repeated, the fur of his crotch slowly growing hotter and wetter under the assault. The regular nibbles and nips made him grit his teeth and set his nerves on fire, waiting for the next sharp pinch.
The paws released their grip, a pair of splayed digits pressing down on either side of his now rather conspicuous sheath, pushing steadily towards his stomach and forcing the tip of his increasingly excited member to emerge. Now completely exposed and laying flat on his back, he felt the cat pushing his knees outward, spreading his legs so the predator could enjoy a more comfortable pose, and better access to the object of its lust.

After the shift he could feel hot breath yet again, but on bare, sensitive skin this time as his length continued to emerge. His assailant had lowered their head, tucking it between his legs, blunt, flat muzzle positioned blow his heavy balls. A pleasured shiver ran down his spine, as he anticipated what he was almost certain was coming next. His left paw groped about, looking for some contact, to touch the one who was toying with him, but an unseen paw grabbed his wrist with disturbing speed and strength. It held tightly and restrained him, a silent caution not to try anything, before he felt a warm, wet tongue press delicately into his taint, slowly slithering its way up, stroking sensually around his scrotum and up the underside of his now nearly completely erect shaft. Finally it ended its journey at the very tip of his penis.

The restraining grip loosened when as his attacker felt his muscles relaxing; now the paw released and reached for his, clawed fingers finding their way between those of the buck in what was almost a tender embrace. The palm of the unseen paw was surprisingly soft and warm, further evidence that he was dealing with more of a housecat than an alley dweller, and one not much larger than his own, unimpressive size. The cat’s tongue repeated its assaults, teasing further with warm breath and what could only barely be perceived as a whispered, faint, masculine panting. But he had little time to reflect on the sex of his assailant; the cat's tongue was [i]rough[/i]; he'd heard them likened to sandpaper, and that wasn't exactly an unfair comparison. It wasn't [i]that[/i] bad, but it still set his teeth on edge to feel the strange,incredibly intense sensation stroking up his shaft. If he hadn't been biting his tongue he may have cried out under the continual assault, each moment of contact sending a thousand electric needles of pleasure racing down his rigid length.

Eager for even the slightest respite the buck decided to play by cat rules, and slowly slid his other hand over to where he guessed another paw lay. He felt fuzzy fingers sliding between his and firmly grabbing him as the feline coiled his tongue around his dick. he felt absolutely overwhelmed by an unexpectedly rough, yet soft, and powerful wet muscle, hungrily rubbing against every inch of his genitals; teasing and tasting him at leisure. The unseen hunter kept going for a while, keeping him on edge every second. As strangely pleasurable as it was, he also felt a bit frustrated; being pinned down and used in such a fashion. Tilting his head as much as he dared he could see a little bit more of his assailant; he could see two almost amusingly fluffy arms, covered in soft marmalade orange fur tipped with white, holding his paws in a tight, passionate grasp. Out of the side of his vision a head was slowly tilting from side to side, the changing angle depending on the most obviously skilled tongue’s target of attack. At that moment, just as the frustration peaked in his mind, one of the paws let go, even as a hidden muzzle was still working a coarse tongue against his sensitive zones.

Taking the lead Skater gave in and caressed the befuzzed arm within his grasp, unable to refrain a panting moan. Slowly it shifted, feeling out the unseen form, brushing up against a furry cheek, then a pointed ear, finally ending up gently brushing through the fur behind the cat's head, scritching there. The feline shifted; he had probably mistaken his paw positioning, thinking he intended push his head down towards his groin. In response the cat immediately took his dick directly inside his swallowing throat, going as down far as he could without hurting the buck with sharp, pointed teeth. The hunter's jaw had to adopt a disturbingly wide angle to be able to bring his throat down onto to the very base of his penis, it was increasingly obvious that whomever was dealing out the incredible oral experience was no amateur but instead had extensive practice. But the pleasure was too overwhelming for Skater to think about, his crotch growing rapidly warmer and wetter as the rubbing, brushing tongue moved on to caressing his heavy sac, licking and lapping around feline lips to attack every part of him still outside the hungry mouth. Scraping over fur rather than unprotected skin the sensations were far less intense and more bearable. Things were growing ever more heated and rousing for both of the pair; even though he was still firmly and passionately holding his left paw, his claws lightly bruising his skin as they did so, he noticed one of the ivory paws was missing. He also noticed a sensation over his legs and footpaws as the cat's lower body started humping away at a steady pace. With such movements, the cat's entire body began to sway, to reveal a large, orange, fluffy tail, tipped with white like his arms were slowly moving left to right as the motions became faster and faster.

His throat was heavenly. It felt like his gullet itself was gently sucking on his cock; he was squeezing and milking him with strong, slick throat muscles and an incredible precision, all the while bathing his penis in thick, hot saliva. Aside from the glorious massage his throat muscles provided the buck with, the feline was slowly moving his head from side to side and back and forth, always seeking out a new angle to attack the squirrel from. With all the excitement his teeth were now leaving small cuts and scrapes on the buck's skin but the pain was immediately overwhelmed by pleasure, as an increasing pressure was building up in his entire body, the first hints of an impending climax. His mind finally lost all focus when he felt the probing tongue coiling around his balls, with the tip finding its way into his well-filled sheath, teasing the very base of his shaft.

"Hnnn! Oh fuck yes...!"


Hearing his needy moan and well aware of what was about to happen, the feline pressed his head down as far as he could, jamming it between the squirrel's legs and seemingly effortlessly hilting his shaft. The very base of his penis ended up solidly embedded in the hungry throat trying to gulp down his entire cock. As the blissful sensations overtook him the squirrel's mind idly wondered how it was even possible; at that point, surely his mouth couldn't open wide enough? But such thoughts were rapidly chased away as he blew his load directly into the waiting stomach. He hadn't even noticed when he'd started to climax, the first burst pouring out of him with such an intensity that it seemed to simply overwhelm all conscious thought. Again and again he felt himself burst forth, pouring more and more seed into his partner as he did so. He could feel his entire body contracting, putting everything he had into jetting out hot ropes of seed into the milking mouth. At the same time his right paw felt like it was being torn apart by a sudden forceful deathgrip. A warm, wet sensation covered his footpaws and legs as it became increasingly obvious that the pair were climaxing together, each borne along by the other in lust and desire.

The peak was over all too soon, both their bodies spending themselves in short order and leaving both panting hotly in the cool night air., After making sure that he caught every single drop of the tasty squirrelseed the cat finally backed off with a lewd, wet sound; freeing the buck's dick from the hot heaven that was the now satisfied throat. Skater heard his partner let out a light, satisfied chuckle, as warm breath blew over the exposed skin of his slowly softening shaft again. As he lay there in the warm sensations of pleasure he suddenly realized the entire affair had taken little more than a handful of minutes from start to finish. The missing paw, which disappeared to pleasure the cat a few minutes before, resurfaced from the darkness and reached for his torso. It was covered in thick, warm jizz, which left a trickle across his chest as a languid caress moved down from his torso to his leg. Still outside the squirrel's view the cat gave one last, passionate lick before slowly retreating, slipping not just off of his body but back into the darkness, slipping away in the night with a suddenness that was almost magical. The buck was alone in the darkness, unsure if he was awake or asleep.

* * *

Some time later again he awoke, or perhaps merely regained his senses. It took him a moment to realize he was still flat on his back... had he been dreaming? That had to be it, surely? But on sitting up, he soon realized that his fur had some very conspicuous wet spots around his crotch, the fur ruffled and slicked. Looking at his feet he saw a much larger, stickier stain on them, splattered across his legs and the nearby ground. As he stared at it, he reached for his torso: that same thick liquid was there, thoroughly marking him. Squinting he looked at his paw; noticing the fresh cuts on the back of it, and a similar dull pain in his crotch, where teeth had left some obvious indentations.

The buck shook his head and got unsteadily to his feet. How did he keep ending up in these situations?