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Furrball's Frisky Workout

The sun shone brightly on Acme Acres. A mild breeze blew through the air. Birds chirped in the treetops. And there was only the occasional echo of an explosion or an anvil crashing to the earth. Pedestrians walked through the crowded streets, enjoying the nice weather. A few shoppers were window gazing. Several joggers huffed and puffed in a group. One man paused while walking his dog to check his cellphone. A crossing guard smiled as he helped an old lady traverse an intersection. A pair of police officers sat idly in their cruiser, one sipping coffee while his partner boredly played with his radar gun.

The peace didn't last long, however. A blue streak zoomed along the sidewalk. The joggers were left befuddled at the passing dust cloud. The dog-walker found himself entangled in his leash as something whooshed by him. The crossing guard was launched into the old lady's arms. The one cop spit his drink all over the dashboard. His companion, meanwhile, stared slack-jawed at the blinking red "88 MPH" light at the end of his speedometer.

Whatever it was stopped as a traffic light switched to red. When the dust settled, a young adult blue-furred toon cat stood at the corner. Overall, he had the appearance of a seasoned runner. A pink sweatband encircled his forehead. His neon pink, sweat-stained jogging shirt clung to his flat chest and slim waist. A pair of lime-green shorts hugged his narrow hips. Completing his outfit were a pair of scuffed, worn black trainers on his feet. The dated clothing fit his somewhat scruffy body. One of his ears was nicked, as if chewed on and his thin tail was bandaged towards the tip.

The feline jogged in place, pumping his arms and legs while glaring anxiously at the overhead light. It barely had a chance to go green before he was off again. Furrball ran with all his body could muster. The muscles of his legs ached. His lungs burned. His breath came out in rough gasps, but he pushed himself harder. He dipped and swerved around anyone who might hinder him. Occasionally, he glanced over his shoulder. His sharp eyes scanned for anything that even remotely resembled a certain shade of purple. So far, he was sure no one was following him.

A plump human man in an off-white chef's outfit stepped out from his shop and into the speeding cat's path. He had a broad smile under his big, bushy black mustache.

"Hey-a, Signor Kitty! Would-a you like-a free slice of pizza! Fresh from the oven like-a my momma taught me!" he beamed. Furrball rocketed past him without a word. The chef spun around and fell onto his wide rump. "What's gotten inna to you?! Mameluke cat!" he shouted while shaking a fist at the departing dust trail.

The feline returned the yells with a sheepish smile and an apologetic wave. He focused back on the pavement in front of him. The crowds thinned out in this part of town so there were fewer obstacles to dodge. It looked like it was a clear shot to wherever he was going. As he sped along, he couldn't help but reflect on what just happened. There was a time when he would have BEGGED for an opportunity like that. Usually, his day started by trying to work out all the kinks from sleeping on soggy cardboard over cold concrete. His stomach would ache from a lack of food, and his mind screamed to be on the look-out for angry dogs, falling pianos, and a pink-feathered psychopath.

Now, he had a roof over his head that was far more resilient to the weather. His belly no longer moaned in agony. And best of all were his sleeping arrangements. The cardboard and concrete had been replaced by the softest, warmest thing a guy like him could ask for. Furrball's cheeks reddened. Another part of him was also affected by his inner thoughts. The cat stumbled, shook his head and dashed onward. "Don't start now! Save it for later!" he scolded himself. He chuckled remembering he used to say that to his gut, not his groin.

He ran past a high wooden fence with signs indicating it was the Acme Acres Junkyard. Furrball skidded on his heels and double-backed. He sprinted through the wide opening in the fence and into the piles of various refuse. His feline eyes narrowed at the goal ahead. In the middle of the yard was a scrapped, pink Cadillac. The cat made a beeline for the seemingly abandoned vehicle.

"BASE!" he shouted upon pressing his lighter-colored paw against the dented rear passenger door. His head spun all around. Nothing but scrap metal, garbage bags, and debris everywhere. With his hand still on the car, he leaned forward and panted to catch his breath.

"Tch, tch, tch," teased a voice overhead. Furrball's pointed ears twitched and he looked upward. Laying on the roof of the caddy was a purple-furred toon woman his own age. Her voluminous tail waved lazily in the air. A white stripe down the middle revealed that she was a skunkette. She rested her white cheek-fluff on her hand while her purple eyes studied a stopwatch.

"Vous were six seconds slower than your last run, mon amore," she giggled. The skunkette sat up and stretched. Furrball's mouth watered as he watched her voluptuous body twist and turn inside the sky-blue spandex leotard she wore. Her short head-fur was held away from her angelic face by a neon pink headband. A smaller set of matching warmers covered her wrists and ankles. "Moi was getting bored waiting for vous!" she groaned sensually.

Furrball smirked, still leaning against the car door. "Hey! At least I dodged that carb trap! Doesn't that get me anything?" he snarked back.

The skunkette smiled and hopped down from the caddy's roof. She stood in front of the feline and pecked him on the nose. "Perhaps," she teased. Her eyes darted downward. "But I also noticed vous grow ze third leg! Zhinking of ze prize before the finish?"

Her expression hardened. "Don't get greedy, Furrball!" She pressed a purple finger into the center of his damp chest. "Fifi wants her tigre fit as ze fiddle! Moi will not have vous turning into ze fat, lasagna-scarfing house-kitty!"

Furrball gasped in mock-shock. "Mademoiselle La Fume, I'm hurt!" He leaned forward so his black nose nuzzled against her pink. "You should know by now; I MUCH prefer French cuisine to Italian!" he growled while wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. Fifi blushed. The two pressed their foreheads together. Their lips pursed and inched towards each other.

"Awww, did Furrball make a new friend?" a high-pitched voice giggled from above. The feline's ears went flat against his head. His eyes went wide. His tail frazzled in fear. His cocky grin turned to a terrified frown. He left Fifi mid-pucker to stare up at the sky.

Flittering in the air was a small, pink toon canary. A blue bow rested in the middle of her head-plumage. Her eyes sparkled with malice. Her beak formed a twisted smile.

The skunkette gave the small bird an annoyed look. "Oui, we are zhat. And much more!" Her arms circled around Furrball's chest. Fifi pressed her body against his damp back. She kept her tail hidden, though.

"OOOO! She's French! Perfect for you, scaredy-cat!" Sweetie snickered.

Fifi huffed. "And vat do vous mean by zat?" she growled. Her tail twitched in agitation.

Sweetie fluttered in a small circle. "I mean the cowardly cat got himself a girl who MIGHT be a bigger wimp than he is! Hold on, honey!" She plucked one of the feathers from her ass and let it drift down onto the ground. "Surrender, snail-muncher?" she laughed.

Furrball kept himself between Fifi and Sweetie. He had his arms out at his side defensively. "C'mon! We didn't do ANYTHING to you! Can't you fly south or something?" he yelled at his long-time tormentor. His eyes shot daggers at the feathered hellion. The hackles on his scruff rose. He felt his claws unsheathe...

"Meh," Sweetie shrugged. "Mexico sucks in the off-season! Besides, I'm bored! And didn't I hear something from your little putty tat pal about you needing to stay in shape?" she giggled menacingly. From a hidden pocket, the canary pulled out a flamethrower with two over-sized fuel tanks strapped to her back. The nozzle ignited with a hissing blue fire. "FEEL THE BURN, FURRBALL!" she cackled. "And when I'm done with YOU, I'll fry the frisky Frenchy too!"

Fifi snarled. She had enough from this... hor d'oeuvre. Insulting her homeland was bad but threatening her beloved?! That would not stand! She stomped in front of Furrball with her striped tail on full display.

"Moi am NOT ze 'kitty'!" She aimed her fluffy appendage at the air-borne nightmare like a trained sniper. "Bon voyage, salope!" the Frenchwoman cried. A stream of concentrated musk shot from the pointed tip.

The canary was hit dead-on. Sweetie's smile drooped. Her pupils shrank to pinpricks. Her plumage whitened. "Oh, sh-!" she whimpered as the green gas cloud enveloped her. Immediately she began to cough and gag as Fifi's scent entered every orifice of her tiny body. She stopped flapping her wings to grab her nose. Too late she realized her mistake and plummeted to the ground.

Furrball and Fifi shielded themselves as a fiery mushroom cloud erupted from the damaged flamethrower. From the conflagration stumbled Sweetie. All her feathers were burned off. Her skin was cooked to a golden brown. Her feet now resembled drumsticks. "Who ordered the extra-crispy?" she warbled. She coughed up a bit of black smoke before slumping over.

The cat stared slack-jawed at the skunkette. She panted heavily; her eyes were steely while her tail was poised for another blast at the bird.

"UUUUUHHHH... Vive la France?" he said nervously.

Fifi turned to him, her face beaming. "Vive L'Amour!" she answered. The two lunged for each other and met in a deep, heated kiss. They separated to catch their breath and rub noses.

"I love you," they said together as another of the fuel tanks exploded. They ignored the flames and billowing smoke to kiss again.

Fif waved to the departing firetruck and stepped inside the Cadillac. The interior resembled a furnished apartment rather than a car. Bookshelves lined the walls. Flowers grew in pots near the windows. A small tv and minifridge sat together in a corner. The backseat was covered in frilly pillows and a throw blanket. The floor was carpeted with a heart-shaped rug in the center. Just about everything was a shade of pink, white, or red. Soft music came from the car radio.

"Well, ZHAT was a productive morning!" the skunkette tittered. She was scooped up into a pair of thick, blue-furred arms. Fifi was spun and dipped by Furrball.

"Yeah. How can I thank the heroine of the hour?" the feline asked.

The skunkette smiled. "Vous COULD do zomething for moi..." she said huskily. Her finger drew a small circle on his sweaty shirt. The cat grinned and leaned closer. "Vous can clean while moi am in ze shower," she smirked and pecked him on the nose. She tapped his arm and the pair stood up.

Furrball mewed pathetically, but Fifi hushed him. "Don't start, mon amore. We agreed, ze winner of ze race decides ze 'play-time'. And Fif cannot clean herself like vous can!" The purple polecat wriggled free of her lover's grip and walked towards the front of the car. The cat growled happily when she bent over, admiring her spandex-covered rear. She pushed a button on the dashboard and a whirring noise filled the interior of the Caddy.

A section of the floor opened to reveal a dimly lit staircase. Fifi sashayed over and began peeling off her leotard. She looked over her shoulder. "Moi will let her tigre know when it's his turn," she said seductively. Fifi gave Furrball a departing wave of her tail as she walked down the stairs.

The feline smirked and rocked on his heels for a few minutes. A soft purring rumbled in his throat. A soft jazzy tune came from the stereo. Once the sound of running water hit his ears, Furrball casually padded his way after his savior.

A sexy silhouette appeared in the foggy glass of the shower stall. Fifi stood naked under the spray of warm water. Her dampened fur clung to her hourglass frame, proving that very little of her curves were due to "fluff".

She chirred as the steamy stream ran down the white fur of her chest and abdomen. Her pink nipples poked up from her large breasts. She delicately scrubbed her body with a pink washcloth. Fifi bent over to start washing her long, elegant legs. Her damp tail flopped into view

"Furrball, could vous..." Fifi stopped and sighed. Right, he wasn't here. She kicked herself for her teasing. She stood back up in shower and hummed a tune-less song, thinking of how best to wash her back. She closed her eyes while the washcloth inched down her flat stomach towards the ache forming between her thighs. The shower and her singing covered up the sound of the stall door opening and closing.

A purple-furred paw reached for a bottle of shampoo and came up empty. Fifi opened her eyes. Half her face was covered by her short, light-purple locks. She looked around before she spotted a large field of blue. Furrball was naked and smirking while wiggling around a pink bottle.

"Looking for something, angel?" he teased. The shower spray dampened his fur, making it cling to his wiry frame.

"Moi thought cats hated water!" she sassed before snatching the shampoo from him.

"Normal cats do. But TIGERS happen to be quite fond of it. Especially when their mate's enjoying it," he explained.

Fifi felt her white cheeks redden. Her unconcealed eye darted down to see her lover's red semi-erect cock dangling between his dark blue legs. She spun around. "Well, if vous are going to be here, make yourself useful!" she said while holding up the bottle.

Without any more words, Furrball took back the shampoo. He squirted a generous amount of the liquid into his palm before he set the bottle on the shelf on the wall. Next, he began applying it to Fifi's shapely frame. He gently rubbed the fluid into her fur until he had a thick lather along her form. His other hand joined in to massage her shoulder.

"Le sigh..." cooed the skunkette from her lover's roaming paws. "Vous has ze magic touch, mon amore."

The feline pressed himself against her soapy back. "Glad to be of service, my purple princess," he replied. He wrapped his hands around her and started working the shampoo along her front. His erection bisected her purple-furred buns and poked the base of her thick tail. One paw rolled her breast while the other drifted down towards her flared hips.

"Ah! AH!" Fifi panted. "Vous are such ze horn-dog!" she hissed pleasantly.

"Hope that's better than a lazy fat cat," Furrball growled into her round ear. His paw left her breast. Fifi's complaints were cut off as she watched him draw a large heart in the condensation on the glass shower door. The feline tightened his hold along her waist. "Thank you for keeping me, Fifi," he whispered.

The skunk gave a short laugh. Inside the heart, with her own dainty finger, she wrote F+F 4EVR. She spun around and encircled his neck with her arms. Her breasts squished against his firm chest. He gave a small hiss as his penis ghosted over her slit. Her soaked tail wrapped around them.

"Vous are a silly kitty. Zhat's why I love vous," she giggled. The two became entwined in each other's body. Fifi and Furrball's arms roamed over themselves. Their lips kissed and nipped at fields of blue and purple fur. Fifi buried her face in Furrball's chest, nuzzling against the toned muscles and damp fur. Her hands slid down between his legs, The cat yowled softly as she stroked his shaft. His fingers raked down her striped back before his paws squeezed the two cheeks of her generous rump. His thin tail coiled along her thicker appendage. This continued until all the pink suds washed down the drain.

Eventually, Fifi decided they had wasted enough water. She turned off the shower and pulled Furrball onto the bathmat. For several minutes they dried each other in a pair of pink, fluffy towels.

The skunkette used a smaller one to idly dry her hair. She licked her lips as Furrball waved a hairdryer over his naked body. "We both could use a little more exercise, n'est-ce pas?"

The feline turned off the noisy appliance. He tilted his head, unsure if he heard her correctly. She gave her blue beau a demure look. "Perhaps we can have, how you say, a re-match? Upstairs. In bed." A low purr rumbled in the cat's throat. He flashed her a Cheshire cat grin.

Fifi dropped her towel and took a runner's stance, making sure her backside was hiked up high in the air. "First one zhere gets ze first orgasm!" she announced. The two toons made a mad dash for the stairs. In their place were two intersecting dust clouds: a purple-colored heart pierced by a blue-colored arrow.

"Ah! AH! AAAHHH!" moaned the blue feline. Furrball sat in the middle of the cushioned backseat. His arms rested along the top. His legs were spread wide. A mass of short, purple hair bobbed up and down over his crotch. A soft slurping came from his hips.

Fifi knelt on the carpeted floor in front of her lover. One hand rested on Furrball's thigh while her other hand stroked her slit. Her nose twitched from the musk emitting from his groin. It wasn't as strong as a male skunk's, but the heavy scent still drove her wild! Her long, smooth tongue swirled over his thick offering. Her tail thumped the floor each time the wide head teased the back of her throat. Hearing his moans and yowls made the Frenchwoman hotter by the second. Her petals dripped with dew. Fifi answered him with a muffled moan of her own.

During their second race, she "accidentally" tripped up the stairs, allowing her kitty to pass her. Ever the gentle-cat, Furrball instead stopped to help. Bemused; once they returned to the living room, she threw him onto the car seat. "Moi admits defeat. Zhis time!" she smirked before kissing her way down his sleek, muscled frame.

"F-Fifi! S-so GOOD!" cried the cat. He bucked his hips on instinct. His hand ran over her purple locks and scratched her ear. His own tail wagged so hard; it knocked the pillows to the ground.

Fifi pulled off Furrball's dick to admire her handiwork. The cat's cock stood at its full length of ten inches long. Her hand barely fit around the two-inch thickness. The shaft itself was a dark red and glistened with her saliva. Along the sides were a series of pulsing veins.

The skunkette gave him a few short pumps. "Vous has ze good blood flow at least!" she teased. Her lips teased his pee-slit before she kissed the swollen knob. "Now to begin ze endurance trials!" She rapidly pumped his slick penis. "Hold it in for moi! Show Fifi vous are not ze quick-draw kitty!"

"Meee-oooowwww!" Furrball cried in pleasure. The French goddess giggled and ceased her hand-job. She gave his girth a long, slow departing lick of her tongue.

Her paw now cupped his fuzzy blue scrotum. "Does mon amore have ze blue balls? Can Fifi do something to help?" she tittered. The skunkette lowered her face to the base of his penis. Her tongue lapped at the furry orbs resting there. Her pink nose twitched from his manly musk.

"AAAAHHHH!" The cat's head went back as another yowl escaped his muzzle. Luckily, the doors were locked, and the windows tinted. There would be no interruptions during THIS workout. Furrball shut his eyes and purred like an engine. Fifi was gently sucking on his sack. Her lips formed a tight seal over his one testicle. The slurping sound returned from his groin.

The purple polecat freed his ball-sack with a soft pop! "Vous has such tasty testes, Furrball! We will have so many kittens! Doesn't zhat sound nice?" she cooed.

"YEEEEESSSSS!" he hissed. He reached down to stroke her cheek. "W-want that soooo much, Fifi!" he purred.

"HHHMMM. Moi am thirsty," she said while still pawing at the feline's cock. "Zhink moi will have her protein shake now!" She rose on her knees and placed his shaft between the snowy white hills of her breasts. She pressed her mounds together, forming a warm seal around his cock. Fifi gazed up at her lover while her tongue flickered over the flared head of his penis. "Like ze clouds, are zhey not?" she teased between licks.

"Ah! AHHHH! F-Fi-FIFI!" panted Furrball. "H-heaven..." he gasped. He made a few thrusts of his hips between her cleavage.

"And vous have ze big, ripe strawberry for moi!" she chirred. Fifi freed her bosom and engulfed the length of the feline's dick. Her chin rested on his scrotum. Her hands squeezed his thighs.

"RRRREEEEE-OOOOOWWWW!" Furrball yowled in ecstasy. Fifi's cheeks puffed out as a flood of salty cream filled her mouth. Her tail thumped from side to side. Her throat bobbed as she drank her fill.

The skunkette pulled off her beau. Furrball's member bobbed in the air, still hard and firm. A few drops of his seed splashed in Fifi's face. "T-time f-for me to taste y-you, angel!" he gasped.

The pair shifted so that Fifi now lay longwise on the backseat. Furrball lay atop her, his body pressed alongside her heavenly body. The skunkette moaned and gasped. The cat had his face buried in the crook of her neck, licking and kissing the soft, purple fur.

Slowly, he worked his way down her body. He nuzzled and nipped at the white hills of her breasts. Fifi cooed and yipped from feeling his sharp teeth pinch her hard, pink teats. Furrball purred while he nurse from her right nip. His blue paw massaged its twin on the left.

"Ah! AHH! OUI!" Fifi panted. "Y-you kitties like your milk, oui?" she giggled.

"Indeed, mademoiselle," Furrball answered. "And yours is the sweetest I've ever tasted!" He switched over to her other breast. Fifi hissed as his sandpapery tongue swirled over her sensitive flesh.

She scratched him behind his notched ear. "D-don't stop, mon amore! Z-zhere is more of moi to taste!" she begged.

"Pardon, angel," Furrball answered. He gave her nipples each a farewell kiss and continued along Fifi's frame.

The purple polecat leaned back and gave a lustful cry. The frisky feline's tongue swirled inside her navel. He made a series of soft kisses along her hips, inching closer and closer to her hidden treasure.

"OH! Don't tease moi, you naughty kitten!" the Frenchwoman scolded. She spread her legs wide. A dark pink slit stood out against the white fur of her cleft. Furrball leaned in. His nose twitched from her scent. It wasn't the noxious smell of a skunk; it was the warm musk of his mate. A loud purr filled the Caddy. His tail thumped on the carpet. The cat stuck out his tongue and gently ran it over her opening.

"OOOOOUUUUUUIIIII!" Fifi keened. "D-do zhat again, F-Furrball!" She bucked her hips from the seat cushion. The cat obeyed, running his rough tongue over her soft folds.

"AH! AAAAAHHHH! S-so good! Fifi loves zhat tongue of vous'!" the skunkette cried. Furrball purred and placed his hands on her firm thighs, pinning her down. Soon, his head bobbed up and down between Fifi legs.

"OOOOOOO! SACRE BLEU!" she screamed. Fifi thrashed on the backseat while Furrball continued to sample her French cream. Her hands roamed over her tender breasts and tugged at her hard nipples. "M-more, mon stud-cat! Use zhat amazing tongue on moi! Fifi loves it!"

The cat murred from hearing his love's cries of ecstasy. He quickened his pace over her quim, enjoying the sweet nectar that flowed from her flower. Furrball briefly looked up from the skunk's slit. Fifi had her eyes closed while she panted in pleasure. He swirled his tongue inside her vulva. Fifi shuddered and ran her nails over the upholstery. The feline slowed his lapping at her wetness. One hand stroked her inner thigh, moving closer to her cunny.

Fifi quickly noticed the change in her blue beau's tempo. The skunkette opened her eyes. "Wh-vat are vous doooooo-EEEEENNGGGG?!" Her query was cut off as a new exquisite sensation rocketed up her body.

Furrball pumped a single finger in and out of the polecat's dripping pussy. Meanwhile, his togue sought the jewel of the purple princess' pleasure center. It didn't take him long to find the pink nub.

"MON DIEU!" shrieked Fifi. Her eyes bulged from her head. Her voice went raw as she sang a note of euphoria. Furrball pressed his open mouth over her folds and sampled her heavenly juices.

Once he had drank his fill, Furball knelt up. He gazed down at the spent skunkette. Fifi's chest rose and fell as she panted to catch her breath. Her fur was matted to her hourglass frame. Her purple eyes glazed over. Her tail made an occasional spasm.

"M-magnifique..." she sighed.

Furrball smiled and ran the tip of his cock over her labia. He licked at his damp whiskers. "Told you French was my favorite kind of treat," he joked.

The polecat chirred and regained her bearing. She held her arms out and called the cat with her voluminous tail. "Come for ze main course!" she invited. "Fifi wants vous! Fifi NEEDS vous!" she pouted.

Furrball gave her a loving smile. "Who could ever say 'no' to that?" he asked sarcastically. He took the base of his dick and aimed the flared, pulsing tip at her entrance.

"Mon chéri..." Fifi cooed. The cat pushed forward, sliding into her tight, wet, tunnel.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" the two toons cried as they became one. Fifi sprang up, grabbed Furrball by the shoulders and pulled him down on top of her. The cat yowled as his pecker plunged deep in the skunkette's vagina.

"D-darling..." he panted.

Fifi chirred and kissed him. "No holding back, love. Give Fifi all you've got!" She thrust upward with her pelvis. Furrball gasped and pulled back. When only the tip of his dick remained inside her folds, he pushed forward. Slowly they worked towards their familiar rhythm. From the outside, the car began to bounce up and down.

"OOOOHHH MON DIEU! K-keep it up! D-don't stop! B-be ze tigre not ze cheetah!" Fifi urged her lover on. Furrball palmed her bouncing breast and tweaked her tit. She leaned in and licked his cheek.

"Oh! OHHHHH! FFFFFIIIIIFFFFFIIII!" Furrball groaned. He pumped his member in and out of the goddess underneath him. The skunkette answered with a series of moans and gasps of her own.

"OUI! OUI! Zhat's it! L-love your skunkette! AHHHHHH!" the polecat cried. Her inner muscles squeezed the shaft inside her. Fifi giggled feeling Furrball's testes slap against her anus. Her hands raked the furry, blue field of his back. Her leg slid up and over his side, trying to get as much of her beau inside as she could.

"AH! AH! AHHH! I... I'm close! Fifi! N-need to..." Furrball started to pull out over her pussy.

Instead, the skunkette tightened her hold on his back. A sly smile spread across her own muzzle. Her ankles locked around his hips and her tail entwined tightly with his. The polecat pressed her pink nose against the cat's. Her purple eyes locked with his blue peepers.

"Vous will not escape moi ZHIS time!" She bucked against him. "Cum inside moi, mon chéri! Filled your French pastry with vous' exquisite crème!"

"Y-yes, D-dear..." Furrball's hips became a blue blur as he thrust in and out of Fifi's love tunnel.

"Al-almost, mon amour! F-Fifi is close... S-so... close...!"

"MMMMMMMMEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOWWWWWW!" a feline yowl filled the Caddy. Fifi arched her back off the backseat as her own orgasm rippled through her body.

Furrball collapsed into the warm embrace of the purple polecat. Fifi chirred while they both rode out a series of smaller tremors. The cat's cock continued to shoot his seed inside her vagina. She closed her as their mixed fluids trickled down her ass and onto the seat cushions.

Furrball nuzzled against her sweaty cheek. "Satisfied, princess?" He made a small push with his pelvis.

Fifi gasped. "V-vous are st-still hard?" she asked incredulously.

"Hhhmmm, maybe a little..." he purred. He licked her face affectionately.

"Le sigh, okay," she replied. She kissed his cheek. "Let Fifi up and we can have ze 'sudden-death-tie-breaker-all-ze-marbles-round'."

He pushed himself off the spent form of Fifi. They both hissed as his penis left her pussy. More of their mixed juices flowed from her core. The skunkette positioned herself on the backseat, her back to her beau. Fifi flipped her tail to the side and wiggled her perky buns at the feline.

"Are vous still scared of ze stripe?" she teased. Her tail flagged up and waved him over. "Prove it to Fifi," she said in a sultry tone.

Furrball dropped to his knees once more. He took two pawfuls of purple fluff and spread Fifi's back-cheeks. In the center was a light pink star. Without a second of hesitation, he pressed his nose between her buns and licked.

"ZUT ALORS!" Fifi screamed. She looked over her shoulder. Any protest she was about to make was replaced with a low, deep moan. Furrball licked at her anus while one paw massaged her rear in wide circles.

"OH... OH OUI!" the skunkette hissed. Her fingers gripped the backseat. She bit her lip, fighting to maintain composure.

"Z-zhat's... zhat so goooood!" she moaned. Furrball continued to roll his raspy tongue over her backdoor. Occasionally he dipped down to sample some of their shared essence as it dripped down Fifi's thighs.

"F-furrball... T-take moi! Vous is hard, oui? P-put.. Put it back in your Fifi!" the skunkette begged.

The cat rose to his feet. He gently squeezed Fifi's butt cheek. A bead of pre-cum dripped from the tip of his ten-inch dick. He rubbed his cock between her buns. "Ready, angel?" he asked.

Fifi hissed and nodded. "Oui, F-Furrball! F-Fifi is ready for VVVVVVOOOOUUUUSSS!" The skunkette cried out as her anal passage was spread by her lover's girth.

Furrball panted as he eased into Fifi's rump. He stood still while the purple polecat pushed back and forth, taking more of his member with each thrust. Soon, Fifi's purple buns slapped against his blue-furred hips. The cat's arms encircled Fifi and he held her tight.

"D-darling..." the cat gasped. "Y-you're s-so... TIGHT!"

"M-mon kitty t-truly is ze t-tigre!" she panted back. She looked over her shoulder and kissed him on the lips. "H-hold me!" she whispered. She guided his paws to her breast and to her pussy. She pushed her ass towards him.

Furrball pumped in and out of Fifi's anus. She gasped and moaned in time with his movements. He rolled her breast in tender circles. The fingers of his other hand worked in and out of her damp folds. Fifi put her hand over his inside her cunny.

"Zhere! T-touch me zhere! Zhat moi's spot! Oh OUI! Vous are incredible, Furrball!" she screamed.

"Y-you're amazing, Fifi! I'm almost...!" The cat pounced onto the backseat, pressing more of his body against her back. Furrball lightly bit down on the polecat's shoulder. His hips became a blue blur as he rutted her ass.

"Moi is too! Oh OUI! AH! AAAAHHHH! VOUS IS MAKING FIFI...!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" a duet of pleasure echoed inside the tight confines of the Cadilac.

Several minutes passed before either toon said anything. Furrball lay longwise on the soaked and stained backseat. Fifi lay alongside him, idly running her paw up and down his wiry chest. The cat's arm was draped over her limp, dozing body.

"Now THAT was a workout," he said at last. He gently ran his paw along her curves.

"Hhhmmm, verité," Fifi said pleseantly. "Vous were magnifique as always. Le sigh..."

Furrball gazed down and stroked her hair. "What's the matter, darling?" he asked.

The skunkette stared up at him. "Why did vous not want to cum inside me? Moi told vous, she is on ze pill. It is safe for us, n'est-ce pas?" Her lip trembled. Had he lied about wanting a family with her? Was he just using her for room, board, and a bang?

Furrball looked away. "It... it's not like that! J-just... it... it's nothing." Fifi put a finger under his chin and made him face her.

"We agreed no melancholy after making love, mon chéri. Tell moi what bothers her beau," Fifi coaxed. She was used to this by now. Furrball had spent so many years cold, alone, and miserable. It was only natural he'd be defensive sharing his problems.

It was the cat's turn to sigh. "Just... when I was a kid, I made a promise." Fifi tilted her head, her interest piqued.

He continued, "I swore that if I ever had kids," The skunkette scowled and her tail rattled dangerously. "When... WHEN I had kids!" he corrected himself, "I'd always be there for them. And that they'd never have to go through what I did." He looked his bedmate in the face. "Sorry Fifi. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just not ready yet..." He sat up and tried to leave the makeshift bed.

Instead, two thin, purple-furred arms ensnared him and held the cat in place. "Vous aren't going anywhere," Fifi whispered into his gnawed ear. She pressed her bosom to his back. Her tail entwined with his again. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Moi am not ready to be ze mother, either. But when it happens, vous can count on us having ze healthiest, happiest hybrids in Acme Acres, certainement!" She finished by pecking him on the cheek.

He turned to face the polecat goddess. A soft smile spread across Furrball's muzzle. "Can't argue with that," he said. "Speaking of health, what's the plan for tomorrow's workout?" he snarked.

Fifi returned his smile. "Moi zhinks vous have had enough exercise for one day, mon amore. Tomorrow, it is Fifi's turn!" The skunkette leaned in, her eyes shining. "And Fifi has ze urge for, how vous say, ze horsey ride!"

Furrball's pointed ears drooped. His blue fur went pale at her declaration. He yelped as she pulled him back onto the seat cushion and straddled him.

Hours later, night had fallen over Acme Acres. And the seemingly abandoned Cadillac in the middle of the junkyard was still rocking back and forth.

The End