Wild Wishes: A Happy Effin Valentine

by Stephanie Burke

  Now, they both sat on Effin’s huge bed surrounded by the little odds and ends that Masa had brought to her bedroom as small tokens of his esteem.

  “I was so jealous.” Effin began to softly talk to Masa as she stroked her kitty dry, knowing that she owed the neko an explanation.

  “You see, my sister always gets what I want. If it is mine, she takes it. Hell, her past boyfriend was mine first. And when I saw her with you, I just snapped.”

  A huffing sort of meow followed and Effin had the grace to blush.

  “I know you wouldn’t cheat on me, but I was reacting on useless emotion as you would say. But I wasn’t thinking. All I saw was my sister taking something again that I had claimed as my own. And you are a neko, Masataka. I looked it up, you know. You guys are known for catting around.”

  She got a huff of amusement that made her lift his small, fuzzy body and press a kiss to his vanilla-scented head.

  “But then I started to get scared, Masa.” She sighed and cuddled her kitty before laying him back on her lap.

  He gave her a questioning mew and looked up at her with his serious liquid eyes.

  “I was scared because we are so different, Masa. I mean the racial difference is one thing, but you spend half your time as a cat! What if you want to, you know, get it on kitty style or something? I am nothing exotic or beautiful like you, Masa. And I kind of got scared that you would find someone else more appealing.”

  She sighed, knowing that half her problem was her sorry self-esteem. She dropped her head and sighed again.

  But then a small, soft paw pressed against her cheek, and a rough little tongue lapped at her face, taking away invisible tears that she refused to shed.

  “You think I’m beautiful.” She chuckled. “I got the message, and a loofa to exfoliate, Masa.”

  She looked down at her kitty and noticed the very un-catlike leer on his face.

  “Well, we both know I appreciate that rough little tongue of yours in some situations, but this ain’t one of them, bub.”

  Then she hugged him to her bosom, squeezing him gently.

  “I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Masa! It’s like the old saying: you never know what you have until it’s gone. You are gone and ...”

  She sniffed as she desperately tried to hold in the tears that threatened to fall.

  “And I miss you so much.”

  She dropped her head to the kitty’s, sniffling as he tried to mew comfortingly to her, but it only made her cry harder.

  “Masa ... Masa-Masa-taka!” She closed her eyes as the hot tears flooded her face. “Masataka I-I m-miss you s-so much.”

  Her breath hitched as she tried to inhale, but the grief that filled her heart needed a release before she went mad. Her sobs were wrenching and loud and childishly undisciplined as she gave in to her sorrow, knowing that it was all her own fault. “I-I w-wish you were hum-hum-human again!”

  Then she curled into a ball around her pretty kitty, hiding them both in the world underneath her huge soft comforter, the small body wiggling in her neck offering some comfort to her.

  But guilt kept her sobbing far into the night. She knew she had cursed Masataka to spend an eternity in his cat body, and that through her own fears and lack of self-confidence, she had condemned herself to a life without him, or worse, a life with him as a cat.

  “Masataka,” she sniffled, eyes swollen and nose clogged from her crying. “I am so sorry. And I was beginning to love you so much.”

  Then she closed her aching eyes and tried to lose herself in sleep, cuddling the tear-soaked fur that smelled sweetly of vanilla and the faintest scent of the man that Masataka had once been.

  * * * * *

  A tickling warmth woke Effin the next morning, a soft glide of silk between her legs that had her instinctively spreading her legs apart.

  She moaned at the feel of a rough tongue laving her skin.

  She shuddered, her hands reaching down to draw that mouth up past her nipples when ...

  “Masa?” she queried. Then her sleepy eyes blinked. “Masa, you better be a man in my bed or so help me God I’ll ...”

  The tongue that invaded her mouth stopped any further speech.

  Effin tangled her hair in long yards of silk as she opened her mouth wider. Her tongue slipped out to tease at the one invading her, playing with it and trying to hold back her moans.

  She would know that taste anywhere! Masataka was back.

  “But how?” she asked as they finally broke for air.

  She lay over a reclining Masa as if she were his favorite blanket, her hands gently tangling in his hair. “You were a cat and ...”

  “Your sincerity wished me back,” Masa purred, his own hands stroking softly up and down Effin’s back, then cupping the ass he loved so much.

  “Is that all it took?” She lifted her head to stare at him intently.

  “That, and I had learned my lesson, it would seem. I used my ability to observe more than carnal seduction, though that is always fun.”

  He leered at his female as she exploded into laughter.

  “I thought I had cursed you, Masa,” she breathed. “I was so scared and disappointed in myself. I thought that you would hate me.”

  “You still do not really know me, Effin, yet you are beginning to trust me. Otherwise, you would have never followed me. And you are beginning to trust yourself, to stand up for yourself, to demand the respect that you deserve.”

  “You mean I spanked my sister’s ass,” Effin drawled.

  “And a very entertaining show that was.”

  Effin sighed and laid her head back on her fleshly pillow. “So now what?” she asked.

  “Now,” Masa purred, “now you decide how you want me and I give you pleasure that you have only dreamed of. Then we let the future take care of itself. I am, after all, a lucky neko, Effin! Everything will turn out exactly as it should.”

  And Effin had to agree. She was about to get very lucky again, right now.

  * * * * *

  “Touch yourself, Effin.”

  Masataka’s voice dropped as his hands gripped his female’s waist. His mouth near her nipple blew a puff of warm air before the tip of his tongue flicked around her throbbing flesh.

  “Masa!” Effin gasped, her hands tangling in his long, silky hair as she forced her body down, taking all of his cock deep within her clinging pussy.

  Her labia spread impossibly wide, the full thickness of him forced itself balls deep within her as Effin shuddered.

  They had started this session with Masa giving her her first taste of uncut meat, as he called it.

  He had been so thick and hot in her mouth! She had only been able to get a quarter of his length buried within her orifice, but she worked those inches over with teeth and tongue until Masa was a mewling mass of flesh begging for mercy.

  She had lapped at his balls until they threatened to rise up and expel their load when he pulled himself from her mouth and took her lips in a powerful kiss.

  Then he flipped her over onto her back and spread her legs as wide as he could get them. Almost salivating at the thought of her sweet taste, Masa buried his head between her legs and proceeded to suck her dry.

  Her nipples were nibbled, her clit laved, her labia stroked in long, hard licks. He tongue fucked her pussy until she was screaming his name and begging for mercy. Then he had done something new.

  He lifted her ass high in the air, stuck a pillow beneath her hips and covered her rosebud with gentle kisses and licks.

  Effin went mad, her legs scissoring and kicking as a pleasure so great filled her she had to move or go mad as he fucked her ass with his tongue.

  Finally, placing her fingers around her opening, he sank his cock deep into her, letting her feel each inch that delved deep into her body.

  “Touch yourself for me, Effin,” he repeated, and leaned back, her legs around the bends of his arms as he watched her worry her clit and pull on her nipples.

  The sight was
breathtaking and his eyes glowed in passion as he observed his female bringing herself more pleasure.

  His slow, even thrusts began to speed up as his whole body demanded release from the tension that was building as he tried to fuck his female through the mattress.

  “Harder!” Effin screamed, her whole face flushed in passion, her lips parted and her breathing rough. “Fuck me harder! Faster, Masa!”

  Eager to comply, Masataka increased the speed and depths of his thrusts, angling his hips so that the broad head of his cock stroked each and every inch of her sheath.

  The two moved like a well-oiled machine, pistoning each other, giving their all and striving to share the passion with their partner.

  Mewls, growls, and cries were flowing from Masa’s mouth as he shook sweat-soaked hair from his eyes.

  “Now, Effin,” he breathed, feeling the tension in her about to snap. “Cum, beloved. Cum for me!”

  Then she was there, screaming as her body exploded, as her mind flew away, as pure sensation took over. Her pussy grabbed at Masa’s cock, demanding more pleasure, deriving more as her sensitive walls clenched around his hardened length.

  Then Masa slammed four times deeply into his female, and held still as his balls slammed into the base of his cock and his seed exploded from his body in spurts.

  “Effin!” he chanted. “Kami-sama, Effin!”

  Then his muscles relaxed and he found himself sinking into the waiting arms of his female.

  “This thing we have,” Effin breathed as she gently stroked his hair, bringing him down from his orgasmic high as her world slipped back into something like normalcy. “This thing, whatever it is, it may not last forever.”

  “But it is here now.” Masa licked at the salty flesh of her neck, a purr deep in his chest for his female. “It is what we have for now, and I think we were both lucky to find it.”

  Effin agreed as she closed her eyes and just drifted.

  The sun was rising and today would be a new day.

  Funny, she never realized how beautiful a sunrise was, until she shared it with someone she cared for. She looked over at the dozing neko and had to agree.

  They may not have forever, but they had now ... and it was very fine indeed.

  Kittylogue

  Outside the window the next morning, a tall, dark figure that looked remarkably like Buster prowled, smiling as he observed the scene.

  “Now my debt is paid, neko.” The deep, masculine voice began to change, growing lighter as a bright flash of light hid the tall man from view.

  In a blink of an eye, the well-formed black man was gone, and in his place stood a tall, pale feminine figure ... with three tails. “And now that my deceit and trickery has been forgiven, I can obtain my fourth tail and finally have my wedding.”

  “And you learned not to go fucking around with stray nekos,” a droll masculine voice said.

  The female kitsune looked back at her nine-tailed mate and grinned. “Though you almost messed it up by leading her to an area where a serial killer was hunting. It was not comfortable being in that bag.”

  The male kitsune rolled his eyes as he called back his foxfire, the same foxfire used to form the shapes of Murder and Body Count, Buster’s ghetto-fabulous sidekicks.

  “Well,” she purred as her body began to glow in a wash of pale foxfire magic. “At least not fucking them literally.” She almost purred. “And our little neko used his skills of observation for more than getting laid and stealing stuff.”

  With a chuckle, the female kitsune flashed away, her bemused mate following suit.

  “Now will you forgive me?”

  “That remains to be seen.” The male nine-tailed kitsune chuckled. “But in the meantime, let’s go fuck with some humans.”

  “Perfect idea,” the female agreed, and they both shared a mischievous grin.

  Yup, there were many ways to fuck with humans, in a nonsexual manner. The only problem was figuring out which way would be most amusing.

  A gentle rain began to fall, though the sun was shining brightly, and that too went unnoticed by the lovers inside.

  Stephanie Burke

  Stephanie Burke, known as Flash, is just your typical housewife who keeps a collection of slave-type males in her attic, leather and bondage gear in her living room, dimensional portals in the downstairs bathroom, and a few dozen worlds in the basement where they tend to collect dust and require vacuuming every now and again.

  Stephanie has no pets; she has a husband and two little ones instead, gardens when weather permits, forces family members and loved ones to pose for her paintings, and has an unfounded reputation for assaulting waiters! (Big untruth! No one has documented proof!)

  In between maintaining her own little piece of the universe (the sky really is magenta there), she writes constantly, travels to conventions, is actually paid to give lectures (go figure), and devises new ways to try and push the envelope, any envelope, just a little bit further. Find Flash’s chat group at groups.yahoo.com/group/FlameKeeper or contact her at Flashycat2004@aol.com.