Warnings for: FurrFic, Graphic SEX, Voyuerism kink, implied F/F relationship. Read at your own risk. WiP

This is part of an ongoing set of Original Character stories as part of a RolePlaying campaign. It's a Furry RPG, set in modern day California area. Kimi, the veiwpoint character, is my RPG chara, a racoon furr. This is a small one-shot story in their universe, to be taken as canonical. Let me know what you think of it, please. I love feedback, comments and criticisms alike. Please be constructive with your crit, flaming will only make me cranky. Enjoy!

Contrast

By Kitten

I quietly slide the key into the lock on my front door, and slip inside; once I am out of the streetlamp’s glare, I pause to listen as the door closes behind me silently. Faint noises, possibly the television, are coming from my roommate’s slightly-open door, and there is a faint light emanating from the crack. I figure she has fallen asleep with the TV on again, and I tiptoe down the hall to peer in the door and check. Pushing softly on the door, opening it just enough to peek in, I see something I would never have expected to see. Yes, the television is on, casting a flickering light across the room…but it doesn’t account for all the noises. My roommate, Tammi, apparently has her boyfriend du jour over tonight. Somehow, I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight that meets them when the door eases open.

Dark fur, a lean, muscular torso, long muzzle; head thrown back in pleasure, his darkness is a contrast to her stark white. I had, in my many years of knowing her, seen my best friend naked before, but never like this. They make such a beautiful picture, black and white together. Her fur shines slightly blue in the light from the television, her head thrown back in ecstasy, back arching beneath his strong body. He leans down and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, and I hear her gasp as she arches into the touch. He is slowly, steadily thrusting into her, almost as though he’s taunting her more than himself.

As I watch, he stops, sliding out of her to hover above her. He lifts his head, gazing up into her eyes with a wicked smirk on his face, before taking her mouth with his, sliding his arms under her back and lifting her into his embrace. She moves almost bonelessly, like the dancer she is, shifting up onto her knees effortlessly, her arms sliding around his shoulders as she turns to kiss his neck.

It’s his turn to gasp, and it turns into a low, broken moan as she bites down, probably hard enough to leave a mark. I watch her lean down further, licking delicately at his collarbone, down his chest to his nipple. Another moan, and he lets his head fall back, his arms sliding from her to support his body from behind as she makes her way further down. Her hands slide around his waist as he leans back farther and she takes his dark length into her mouth slowly. A groan slips from his throat, turning into almost a low growl. I can hear her purring softly too, probably the source of the pleasured growling. I think to myself that one of the last things I needed to know about Tam was that she can deep throat.

Still, I find myself aroused by the image in front of me, but unsure which one of them is more interesting. I come to the conclusion that it’s both of them, and the idea of watching them without them knowing, that turns me on. The black and white, against each other, like a beautiful erotic painting…. I find my hand sliding under the waistband of my pants as I watch, my two middle fingers sliding slowly into wet warmth.

I see him reach down, pull her face back up to his, kiss her ferociously. Lucky for her she’s flexible, because he proceeds to push her back down on the bed, growling low, as he ravages her mouth. With her feet still tucked under her rear, her pelvis is high, and just right for him to slide right back in, holding her close to his chest as he thrusts, harder and faster this time. I match my fingers to their motions, pushing in and sliding back out, and I have to put my other hand against the doorframe to steady myself.

I can see her getting close, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her face flushed, easily seen through her white fur. She throws her head back with a moan, and he bites down on her neck, sending her over the edge, I can hear it in the way her voice quivers; can see it in the way she shudders. It almost sends me, right there. And then, I see him building, thrusting deeper and faster, and I slide down the doorframe to the floor, matching tempo. I must miss his orgasm in my own, because when I can see again through the stars in my vision, he’s collapsed on top of Tammi, both of them panting softly.

I stand up as silently as I am able, and slip off into my own room, feeling my face flushed with embarrassment. I hope to whatever deity is listening that Tammi will never find out about it….

(To be continued?)