Author's Notes: So this idea has been on my mind for a while. A series of one-shots depicting the lives of the inhabitants of Avalice, some more famous then others, engaging in some rather 'particular' activities. I won't be able to specify how many chapters this series will be, but I doubt ideas are gonna run out with the sequel in-bound.
Warning: For anyone who is new to my stories, this is pretty much sex galore. Dunno what ideas will pervade my devious mind, but they're all there. Just so I don't need to get preachy about precautions: y'don't like it, y'leave. Simple. I'll still love ya, but you can leave. If you LIKE it but have a fair criticism, that's fair game. I'm up for criticism whenever necessary.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in these stories. All rights go towards GalaxyTrail, and therefore Strife. The situations, however... yadayadayadayada.
Without further ado, let's begin.
"Hngg, C-Carol! I-I'm sorry." Milla reluctantly returned Carol's hot, furious gaze. Her claws dug into her arms, pinning her hard against the bed.
"I specifically said 'No, Milla!' You can't touch them, and what did you do? You touched them!" Carol hissed, her face just inches away from the frightened pup's.
"I thought you'd just laugh! I-I didn't mean for it to upset you!" Milla's voice came out as a whisper, knowing that the impending doom above her was about to dunk her into oblivion.
Carol pressed her body flat against Milla's, her mind sent into an uncontrollable frenzy. "You've been doing this for too long, Milla! How would you like it if someone touched a place you didn't like?"
"N-No, please don't! I-I promise I won't touch you again, really!" Milla desperately tried to scramble away, to no avail.
The wildcat methodically searched her body, her eyes darting to see any obvious parts that could potentially affect her. Her hands brushed against her lean breasts, eliciting a barely audible whimper.
Milla let out a short breath as Carol searched lower, her claws gently grazing against the lower fabric of her leotard. She bit her lip softly as Carol brushed against her creamy thighs, almost entranced by the sudden gentleness the rowdy wildcat rarely exhibited.
Carol was equally flustered, briefly forgetting her anger at Milla's annoyances. She gulped, dazzled by the creature that lay before her. She'd had thoughts about her before, but they were just thoughts. Here, it could be more...
The wildcat shook her head, clearing the worrying thoughts out of her head. She was only trying to get revenge on Milla, not kiss her!
'It'd be weird. We're both girls. Besides, I doubt Milla doesn't even know what's goi-' An audible gasp almost escaped her throat, turning into a choke as she saw Milla's face. The almost innocent expression, the flush. It was too much...
Carol swallowed hard, feeling her face grow hotter as she maintained her gaze with Milla. Almost unconsciously, her hand brushed near the inside of her thighs. Softly, she traced a line against the rim of her panties.
Milla had to break away from her green eyes to realize the situation. Her own shy eyes darted down, widening at how close she was to her crotch. Sweat poured down her face, feeling her cheeks grow to an almost volcanic heat.
As Carol grew closer, she quickly clasped her wrist in vain. Milla's eyes refocused on the wildcat, startled by the amount of intensity those simple green orbs irradiated. A sheepish grin crossed her face, knowing that she couldn't let Carol touch there.
The silent staring seemed endless. In fact, Milla had been so focused on her friend that she hadn't noticed how close she had gotten. She flinched in surprise as she felt a warm presence near her ear:
"You wouldn't like to touch me here, now would you?""
Carol's sudden, deep sensuous purr almost sent shivers down Milla's spine. In those short moments, she had released her grasp on Carol's arm; absolutely stunned by the wildcat's sudden change in tone.
A sudden, unwanted musk pierced the air, wrapping itself around the pair in thick tendrils. Milla caught a whiff of the odor, stiffening as she recognized the scent almost immediately. She gave a quick look at Carol's face, her heart sinking as her face confirmed her suspicions.
Carol's expression seemed almost insane, a large predator-like grin crossing her lips. It seemed unlike the encouraging toothy grin she kept on a daily basis, a sadistic glint visible in her eye, squinting at her with raw hunger.
Carefully, she unzipped the shuddering hound's one-piece suit. Milla quickly covered her developing breasts with her arm, the wildcat seemingly unfazed by her companion's bashful nature.
She licked her lips as her green panties outlined her now visible crotch, teasingly running a finger down her slim figure. The hound shuddered uncontrollably, the blush on her cheeks refusing to cease.
"Pl-please Carol!" Her other hand shot out, gripping her finger as tightly as she could. "This isn't necessary! I'll do whatever you want, just-"
"Well, I want this."
Carol ignored her pleas, slipping her hand behind Milla's back swiftly. She squeezed the hound's ass cheeks, smirking as the latter yelped at the sudden sensation.
"C-Carol! D-Don't!"
A sinful claw plucked at the soft, elastic string that held her panties together. "Yeah, you're right. I should make it even."
Carol perched herself on Milla's thighs, locking her in a tight hold. Swiftly, she removed her shirt and unbuttoned her pants.
There she sat, atop her conquered prey. Her own blue-striped panties contrasted against Milla's green panties, pushing her dear friend onto the bed. A guttural growl escaped her throat, aligning her body straight against her nervous companion.
"U-Uhm..." Milla moaned quietly, her face burning bright red as she constantly inhaled the addicting perfume that had plagued the air moments before.
"Come on now, don't you think this is fair?" Carol's subtle, sexy tone attempted to insinuate her victim into her delightful desires. Her green, lustful eyes darted towards her skin; the pale, delightful tones of sweet flesh taunting her to subdue the innocent hound.
"N-No! Wh-What you're doing, it's not right!" The tip of her white tail swished wildly, attempting to free itself from its squished state.
"Not yet..." Carol gently pried away her hands from her breasts, pinning her arms behind her head.
Carol exhaled quietly as she rubbed her bare body against Milla's, feeling herself tingle with every brush against her skin.
Her movements became a repetitive sequence, twitching as their nipples made contact. Milla flinched as a bolt of pleasure shot from her chest to her legs, a constantly unrelenting streak of sensations running through her body with each forceful skim of Carol's body.
"Ahh, mmfff, nyah..." Carol threw her head back, eyes shut in the small jolts of pleasure that flowed across her body. Her bare neck was just inches way from Milla's face, equally flushed and sweaty as the cat above her.
The sweet urges to remove the remaining clothing that separated their sexes from maintaining contact pervaded Carol's brain, all rationality leaving her. Her pants grew louder, an unknown warmth pooling in her belly.
The pup became extremely quiet below her, eyes wide with a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity. Her own breathing had become disjointed, completely disconnected from reality except the body constantly thrusting above her.
Milla's eyes focused on Carol's neck once again, the rest of her surroundings fading into a blurry haze. She pressed her lips together tightly, craning her neck ever so slightly to get closer to the wildcat.
'Almost... there...'
As her lips made contact with Carol's neck, the thrusting movements had stopped. She froze, a sense of horrendous embarrassment washing over her. Her eyes shakily wandered upwards, tense with anticipation of Carol's next movement.
An unusually masculine grunt rumbled at the bottom of her throat, shivers running down her spine. "D-Don't stop, Milla."
Milla hesitantly continued sucking on her sweat-patched skin, every nip evoking a wavering meow from Carol's lips. She dragged her tongue up her neck, the cat seizing up as a quiet mew slipped through her lips.
A feeling of addiction swept her away from reality once more, her gravitation to Carol's neck being the only connection she retained to rationality. It wasn't until a familiar finger pressed against her lips that she looked upwards.
Carol cooed at her younger companion, a tender look glistening in her eyes; and behind that, pure lust. Her claw scritched her chin, gently pulling her closer towards her glistening lips.
Milla maintained her gaze, silently slipping her hands out from behind her back. She rubbed her arms, desperate to get the blood flowing back into her arms.
She squinted, her entire face burning with unbridled embarrassment. With a shaky arm, she tugged on Carol's bandana to hold her in place. The spur of the moment had spun away the wildcat into her own thoughts, unceremoniously snapping back to reality with another quick yank.
"H-Huh? Milla, what are you-" Carol raised her eyebrows, sending her a quizzical look.
"He-Heh..." Milla chuckled nervously, her voice mirroring her embarrassment. "U-Uhm, y-you see... I th-think..."
"What, Milla..?" She could feel herself being lured to Carol's deliciously husky voice. "What are you thinking now?"
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking..." Her speech slowly degraded into slurs as she was yanked forward by Carol, physically unable to avert her gaze elsewhere.
Carol lips covered Milla's lips in a single swift movement, an immediate passion-fueled kiss ensuing between the two. The cat growled as she sunk her fangs into Milla's bottom lip, slipping her tongue into the wet crevice of her mouth.
Milla gasped briefly, her entire face brimming with heat. She gripped Carol's panties tightly, her fingers clumsily untying the only article of clothing preventing Carol from being nude.
Carol winced as her now bare crotch made contact with Milla's thigh, breathless at this new sensation. She rutted her hips uncontrollably against Milla's thigh, sweet cries of sexual agony escaping her with each thrust.
Her fingers tangled with the zipper on Milla's leotard, exposing the now wet folds of pink flesh. The cat shifted her position ever so slightly, wincing as her own clit made contact with Milla's.
Carol bit her lip, feeling herself drip with every heavy, wet pant from Milla. Her moans resonated so damn close, Carol bucking her hips furiously to hear more of her name from the sweet hound. Her Sweet Hound.
"C-Carol, don't stop! This feels so damn good... I love yo- this." Milla turned away quickly, her cheeks burning at an unbearable heat.
Carol ran her hands across the hound's sensitive breasts, tweaking her underdeveloped nipples. She felt her friend's body collide with hers, the new wet sensation causing her mind to elevate to a new level of ecstasy.
Any remnants of rationality that they had miraculously retained fled from their minds. Carol gripped the bed tightly, her claws tearing large holes in her sheets. Her gasps were never ending, the cat's mischievous green eyes flittering from Milla's body to her lips.
Milla was beyond any form of comprehensible description, sharp cries escaping her with each sensation glide of her crotch against Carol's. She skimmed her paws across Carol's chest, squeezing her breasts each time she grinded her hips into the cat's.
"M-Milla! Not so roug- ugh..." The wildcat clutched onto the bare hound's ass as her pleasure began peaking, her hips bucking into Milla's uncontrollably. Her juices ran out of her clit profusely, each grind causing a groan from between the pair.
Milla's own cunny was equally as wet, the combination of Carol's dripping clit and her sopping one bringing an unthinkable sensation that kept her from sexual sanity.
The pair became indivisible, the sound of sweaty bodies smacking and deliciously accompanying moans being the only sound that filled the room. It kept escalating, their tones slowly rising to high pitched yelps of sexual agony as their climax approached.
"Oh my god, Milla. I'm so close..." Carol moaned, the pinnacle of her orgasm reaching an unendurable height.
"S-So am I, Carol." Milla hissed, lowering her head to press her lips against her friend's.
The hound pressed her crotch hard into Carol's, every fiber on her body resisting orgasm as she lowered her head towards the cat's sensitive ear.
Carol let out a tiny gasp as Milla's tongue ran up her ear, freezing as an unlikely sentence ran through:
"If I'm cumming, then I'd better thank you first, shouldn't I?"
Milla pushed her crotch deep into Carol's, groaning as she reached her climax. With a cute squeak of "Carol!", she collapsed onto Carol's chest. She felt her body being pushed onto the bed, her now-sensitive gushing cunny rubbed continuously by the wildcat.
"M-Milla!" She hissed, feeling her juices run down her thighs. She held herself aloft above the wheezing hound, the sudden feeling of exhaustion causing her arms to tremble.
"So, Milla. What did you learn from this experience?"
"T-touch your ears, and I get punished." Milla whimpered.
"For being what?"
"A bad girl."
"Good." Carol grinned as she nuzzled her nose into the nape of her bare neck, inducing a moan from her victim as she sunk her teeth into the bruised flesh.
"But I'm not so done with you yet. I think you need to be punished for cumming before me..."
Author's Notes: This story was scheduled for release in February, but I became really lazy. So, soz for the massive delay. I'm planning for this to be a series of lust-filled chapters WHILST also coming up for a story that was scheduled for Valentine's Day. Yeah. I am upholding the definition of being a Sloth.
Oh, and if you're curious of what it's going to be, Carol has a sister. You can fill in the gaps. Happy... late Valentine's Day? (part 1?)