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Anonymous Wed 19 Jun 2024 03:18:55 No.66722117 Report
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Your take on a tame estrus day for Anon and Fang
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Anonymous Wed 19 Jun 2024 03:44:13 No.66722567 Report
Quoted By: >>66722736 >>66722746 >>66723418
>>66722117
feel like doing something simple and sweet, sorry femnon bros i fall on my own sword for you
yoink

>Estrus Season used to be a wild time of year for us, back when we first got married.
>Nature's permission slip to go wild and let off some steam.
>The increased affection was also nice; the possessiveness and obsession likewise, with diminishing returns.
>A kid and a decade of life experience has mellowed out the thrill a bit though.
>Responsibility only came along to shoot it in the foot.
>We've both got careers to mind and no desire to pop out a sibling for Amber.
>So, now in our thirties, Estrus is a word we still expect, but more-so as a thing to prepare around, rather than a release to be enjoyed.
>Most of the time, at least.

>Tonight in particular is practically the set up for some cheesy, C-rated porno though.
>Friday night.
>Estrus Season for Pteros has been in swing for two days now.
>Amber's spending the night at Grandma and Grandpa--they're too old to be affected by the changes by this point.
>Leaving me and Lucy completely alone, with no curious ten year old to potentially come in on mommy and daddy "wrestling."
>There is of course, a dampener at play.
>Work.
>Lucy's got a mountain of written tests to grade before Monday, and wants to get a head start on them.
>And I'm saddled with a particularly gruesome audio commission for a wealthy client.
>That doesn't mean there's not room for niceties, though.

>I decided to be cheesy and make an old favorite of Lucy's from when were still in High School: Dino Nuggets and Baby Ray's.
>Her palette thankfully expanded as we aged, but she still likes to indulge in them as a treat from time to time.
>I walk upstairs from the kitchen, towards the room she converted to be her office. The door's wide open, I know she's smelled what I've done by this point.
>She doesn't say a word though as I enter the room.

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Anonymous Wed 19 Jun 2024 03:54:26 No.66722746 Report
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>Her office is cluttered with binders from past years, stacks of graded and ungraded papers lining the desk in front of her.
>Certificates of merit and her associate's degree hang from frames on the wall, as well as some mementos from Amber's prior years of elementary school.
>It's cluttered, but a cozy kind of cluttered.
>"Hey honey," I greet her softly, shifting closer to her. She's sitting in her office chair, and her back is facing me. The nearer I get, the more visible her tension becomes. Her wings are beginning unfurl, and I can see her grip on her red pen is swiftly becoming knuckle white.
>"Made you some dinner," I set the plate of nuggets and sauce on the edge of her desk for her.
>No thank you.
>No I love you.
>But an audible, throaty hiss.
>It ends in a snapped demand. "Get away from me."

>I might've felt offended, angry and-or hurt by this action when we first began as a couple, but I know better now.
>She's not angry at me.
>She's warning me.
>She's telling me that she's not completely in control of her body right now.
>That hormones are gnawing at her brain and she needs space.
>The fact she's even asking for it instead of trying to savage me speaks volumes of how deep our bond is.
>So I just smile patiently and nod.
>"Let me know how the papers go. I love you," I tell her as I move away.
>She just lets out a grunt, her breathing beginning to approach a calmer level as I begin to make distance.
>Her Supprestrus (tm) will hopefully kick into effect in time for us to go to sleep tonight, otherwise I'm gonna be minding the couch. Again.
>-That- earns a groan from me.
>My back is only growing worse with age, and that damned furniture mangles me whenever we have to do this little ritual.
>But like hell I'd dare make Lucy sleep on it over something she can't control.
>Leaving her to war with her body and her students wrong answers, I move back upstairs to my own office.
>Time to get back to work as well, though I'm dreading it.

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Anonymous Wed 19 Jun 2024 04:11:33 No.66723077 Report
Quoted By: >>66723133 >>66723307 >>66723418
>>66722736
I'M FUCKING SORRY ANON PLEASE
>>66722746
>The moment I shuffle my mouse and my desktop hums back to life, I'm confronted with an hour and a half of badly spliced timeline.
>I heavily contemplate reaching for the revolver Ripley gave me as a Christmas gift a couple years back and shooting myself.
>God it's fucking tempting.
>I hate that I love my job.
>That love swiftly begins to sputter out an increasingly faster rate as minutes begin to stretch by.
>By the half hour mark, I've only successfully coordinated about ten minutes of cleaned up, mastered audio track with the requested footage.
>My eyes are beginning to glaze over.
>Before I can begin to contemplate alternative avenues of discreetly ending my suffering, I can begin to hear footsteps coming up the stairs.
>Within moments, I can hear those same steps enter my office. Before I can turn to face her, a pair of pale arms have snaked around my shoulders, squeezing me.
>Lucy's head nudges against the side mine, nuzzling my gently.
>"I'm sorry for being moody," she murmurs. She normally never pouts like this.
>"I know it's not your fault," I reassure her, bumping my head against hers gently. Despite it completely fucking up my creative flow, I take a hand from the keyboard and rest it along one of her forearms.
>She squeezes my body tighter.
>"Still," she huffs. There's a pause, before she adds, "The nuggets were sweet of you."
>"I wanted to do something nice. I know you're going through it right now."
>"Thank you," she mumbles, leaning her body a little further against my seat, her nuzzling having yet to cease.
>I can hear her audibly taking in long breaths of my scent.
>Dinos get so fucking weird during Estrus.
>Silence lingers between us for a minute. I try to return to work, hoping she might do the same, but Lucy isn't letting go.
>Far from it, her arms are only clinging tighter.

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Anonymous Wed 19 Jun 2024 04:23:57 No.66723307 Report
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>"You sure it's a good idea to stay up here right now?" I prod one of her arms, trying to remind her of what the hormones are likely suppressing.
>She grumbles loudly.
>"I'll be good," she murmurs. "I just wanna be close to you right now."
>"Lucy.."
>"Please?" The request is punctuated with a soft whine.
>I know better, but I can't help but give into her.
>"I'm holding you to that, Miss."
>"Thaaaaaank youuuu..."
>Clingy Ptero Wife now secured to my upper body, I do my best to get back to work.
>My best being the key words.
>Because goddamnit she is not making it easy.
>Her entire body is like a furnace right now.
>Her snout keeps slowly shifting up and down the length of my neck, her breath ghosting along my skin.
>I can faintly feel the hint of her breasts along the nape of my neck whenever she really leans in.
>It's fucking maddening.
>After some minutes of slow-cooking my resolve in silence, she speaks, her voice a low whine.
>"You almost done yet?"
>"Not for awhile, honey."
>This earns a noise of discontent from her. One of her claws shifts from my shoulders, and unsubtly begins to slip beneath the neck of my shirt. The tips of her talons trace small circles across my chest.
>That's it.
>With a loud, overdramatic sigh, I save my progress and push myself out of the seat. The sudden motion earns a squeak from Lucy, who shifts back, eyes wide with a little fear and a lot of poorly disguised yearning.
>"Anon? Is everything okay?"
>I walk over to her, and carefully put my hands on her shoulders. The motion is enough to send shivers through her monochromatic form.
>"C'mon, bedroom, let's go. We're both wasting time until we get this out of the way."
>There's no argument from Lucy. She seizes one of my hands in a death grip and begins to drag me down to the stairs, wings flaring up behind her as we go.

>Estrus Season isn't what it used to be.
>We can still have a little fun though.

End.