Relianne and Clari (c) Sapphire, March 18, 2001 f/h - Feline, Vixen - oral, vaginal All rights reserved, no portion of this story may be copied, electronically or reprographically, without written consent of the author. Clari is (c) Sapphire 2001, and Relianne is (c) Her player and used with permission. Elegant tapestries, etched in gold and silver thread, hung upon the hard stone walls like bastions of the last remaining faith of the land. To some, the weavings depicted vile images of war, pestilence and famine - to others, the more sensual bliss' of lovers entwined in curious, lust entangled poses. Each had their place, left to combat one another with imagines of heaven and hell. Clari had no interest in the hangings, however. Her soulful golden edged green eyes were focused upon the large four poster bed that dominated the center of the room. Finely etched mahogany spires rose from the cold, stone floor to greet the burgundy canopy which was perfectly crafted for the need. Sheets, silk covers that perfectly matched the overhang were stretched tautly across the firm mattress and the pillows, also created from the finest materials, lay at the headboard awaiting the execution of their duties. The feline's interest did not rest with any of the materials within her chambers, rather with the sleeping dark furred vixen that was fetally curled in the very center of that warm bed. The pure white cat strode closer, placing each of her delicate paws upon the silk, peering over the fox. Comfortably resting, Clari found the creature to be of a heavenly descent, her rich lush pelt begging to be touched with far more than the cat's eyes. The vixen could have been no more than seventeen, her youth evident upon her finely toned muscles, spine arched around, placing her muzzle directly over her sex. Clari admired the girl's flexibility, how she was reminiscent of the ivory feline's ancestors. She would have even thought that the dark russet vixen was spineless, had it not been for the position she was in. Clari smiled, inhaling deeply of the musk that enticed her dainty pink nose, the fond memories of lovers past and future capturing her. The cat had never shared her bed with a vixen, always having preferred the company of mice and other felines, but she had wanted to experiment. She found her lover's aroma to be milder than her Siamese friends, but nonetheless alluring. Clari took great efforts to remain quiet, even though this was the feline's night. She watched the vixen sleep with eyes the color of newly polished jade, her slender digits creeping to one side for balance while she adjusted to sit upon the bed, pulling her white terrycloth bathrobe closer to her. A hint of remorse shuddered through the cat, she regretted not being able to escort the now sleeping vixen around her home. Surely, she had paid for the night, but before the vixen arrived, the feline had been called away to attend to trivial matters at her job. There were no refunds available from YIFF, nor did Clari desire one, she gained her satisfaction in being allowed to watch a beautifully slumbering fox. The lithe, playful kitty had plans for the vixen, but she felt quite bad that she had stood the girl up. 'she may be an escort and a prostitute, but she could have been doing other things than spending her time alone in a strange house' Clari thought. Her plans changed as she watched the restless twitch of her lover's tail, her paws clenching at her covered ears instinctually. The feline began to purr once more as her eyes paused upon the fox's athletic rear. 'Yiff definitely knows what furs like' the cat mused as her paw fondled the sash of her robe. In business, Clari was a dangerous predator, known for her observations and analyses of world events and trends, but in her private, personal life she was prone to consideration and appreciation. She realized that she didn't know the vixen's name, remembering after a few moments to look over at the confirmation cloth that had been hastily placed upon her nightstand table the night before. The letters were imprinted on the finest of linens, a deliveryfur having come to her door to offer the cloth with the most cheery of smiles. Clari hadn't had an opportunity to read the cloth until that moment, her green eyes dancing over the nearly calligraphic letters. "Relianne, a vixen with something special, with be your escort and accompaniment tomorrow at eight o'clock. Thank you for choosing the services of YIFF - our business is your pleasure.' the cat purred, her muzzle parting at the small photo that was attached of the sleeping vixen beside her. Those steel gray eyes, the dark muzzle which distinctly suited her, even the lilting curves of her neck - the girl was perfect for Clari. And then she realized that there was not much time left in the night. Clari didn't want to merely let the vixen sleep. "Something special... something special..." Clari frowned, her curiosity grabbing her about the shoulders, shaking her in its grip. 'All women are special, they have things to share and enjoy' the feline pondered, blushing as she wondered what that could be. Relianne twisted upon the sheets, her dreaming more active as she squirmed. Clari wondered what the fox was dreaming and visualizing upon, but her thoughts were quickly shifted when the vixen rolled onto her back, twitching fitfully. The feline's eyes widened as she drank in the sight of the fox. Ample, raven furred breasts pierced with thick golden rings jutted slightly from her chest, flattened only by gravity. Clari nearly drooled at the vision of Relianne's athletic body, her taut tummy slightly obscured by the 'something special' that stood at attention from the vixen's body. The cat guessed that the girl's pre-cum soaked rod was nine inches long, maybe ten... then another blushed passed through her as she also noticed the moisture from Reli's saliva encasing the plump sheath. A quick glance to the vixen's muzzle brought the warmth of Clari's blush down harder. Not only had the fox been suckling herself to sleep, but judging by the flecks of dried cum staining the dark fur of Reli's muzzle, she'd gotten off from it as well. A soft moan of quiet jealousy rippled through the feline. She'd tried several times, but was not nearly as flexible as the vixen was. The cat's jade eyes followed the trail of subtle, feminine muscular back down, pausing over the lewdly displayed sheath and sac, then drifted further over the tightly rippling legs and feet of her lover. Clari slid her paw underneath her robe as she stared, soaking the intimated pleasures into her furry form. Her digits darted over the carefully tied ribbon of her robe, undoing it to free her own body from its soft confinement. She stood up briefly, allowing the glorified bath towel to slip from her shoulders and rumple onto the stone floor. Barefurred, the kitty edged closer on the bed to the luridly intoxicating vision of beauty before her. She felt that it was almost a sin to awaken Reli, however, her own needs were gradually coming to the fore. Hesitantly, Clari brought her left paw upon the swell of the vixen's breast, her claws extending to draw tiny furrows into the sleek ebony fur. Her tiny pink tongue peeked from her muzzle as she dared to explore the fox's body. She found that even the slightest of movements brought a waft of the musky scent past her cherry tipped nose. she posed her thin lips just above the golden ring, a hard swallow quelling the butterflies that were rising in her stomach. Clari gathered her courage for a second, bringing her lips fully upon the circle, finally enshrouding it and the nipple beneath in the grasp of her mouth. Reli shifted upon the bed, even though she was still quite far from wakefulness. The kitty lavished her attentions over the nubbin, the thick nipple flavored much like the rest of the vixen's body. She tasted as heavenly as she smelled. Clari's paw began to explore the lush pelt of the fox, smoothing down her fur in elegant, painstakingly deliberate strokes. The liens were traced upon the skin underneath, crossing and recrossing the paths that her paws created, always coming closer, but never touching the 'something special' that was promised to her. Clari had always been bisexual, she thought, but she had never had the opportunity to dally with one who was so blatantly such. A quick assumption brought the feline to believe that the vixen was indeed even more open minded than that - omnisexual. The cat's lips encircled the miniature pebbles at the base of Relianne's nipple, her lower lip quivering with the emotions of the moment. Her sharp teeth prickled the dimpled surface, a heave of the vixen's chest proved that she was gradually awakening under the oral ministrations of the feline. Her muzzle was soon buried within the auspices of rich, ebony fur, Clari's breathing slowing to a near halt while her pawpads dabbled over the thick red staff of her loverfox. Clari's own tail twitched as she felt the smooth ridges and veins of the prominent delight under her fingers. The end of her tail meandered across her own knee, securely wrapping fur amidst fur with little heed to the true place that it wished to dwell. Desire burbled from the depths of the cat, and, though she was not a 'cockmonger' by any means, the craving to be filled by that dripping wide shaft had an anxious hold upon Clari. Mating the vixen as she slept would be too simple, surely she could climb atop that quivering pillar and ride herself to ecstasy, but there were other forays she wished to accomplish first. Clari reluctantly drew her lips away from the sweet flavor of the cylinder that she'd had, planting kisses downward like leopard's spots across and over the fur of the sleeping, dreaming girl. Clari avoided the rigid cock, instead, her muzzle sought out the more feminine treasures that the vixen possessed. With Reli's legs slightly parted, the feline found that she fit quite snugly between them. A brief drawing in of breath brought the full brunt of the fox's scent to bear, the musk gaining strength and intensity, almost as if she could feel the cat who was not studiously inspecting her loins. Clari judged by the way that the vixen's labia were slightly parted and pouted, that Relianne had indeed enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh on several lust ridden occasions. Watching from the sidelines had never been one of Clari's salient traits, she much preferred activity over stagnation. Inhaling deeply, Clari buried her nose into the folds of the athletic vulpine, moistening it with the forbidden juices of her lover. Her tongue finally issued forth, tasting Reli's slick furred loins with a building passion. She had assured herself that there was no sense in turning back, no guilt in pursuing what she desired. The rasp of her feline tongue echoed through the vixen, each of Clari's tastebuds issuing streams of pleasure. Clari moved her head sensually with each upward stroke of her tongue, feeling the light friction of her cheeks meandering across Relianne's thighs. She peeked her lips closer, pushing finally into a French kiss of the saturated folds before her, gathering the source of the rich honeys near. She kept her paws half underneath her body, crouching before the wondrous sight. Her mouth sought more of the sacred ambrosia that she was receiving, a gasp going unheard from the fox's lips. Clari began to purr, deliberately so, a warm string of vibrations rippling through the vixen, making her squirm eagerly in her resting state. Clari roved further, seeking to fully inundate her muzzle with the heady desire - a task which was accomplished easily. The cat's pink nose twitched as restlessly as her tail did, her lips seeking the nearly divine juices that were quite copious along the inner linings of the fox's vaginal walls. Lost within the flavor of the musk and the sheer eroticism of lapping at the juices of a girl that she had not yet truly met, Clari didn't sense Reli's slow awakening. A long fingered paw crept over her perked ears, a manicured fingernail tracing a slow circle upon the cat's cranium. The sleeping fox moaned lustily, "mrr... sis...that feels wonderful," her legs spreading against the rich burgundy sheets. A blush held the feline in check, Relianne was dreaming about her sister! Clari drew her blunt mouth back, her eyes closed as she curled her tongue repeatedly into the fox, scooping more of the musky scent from the well of intimacy. The paw at her ears explored further, tracing along her neck as Clari dined. And, as the digits meandered, Clari realized that she was perhaps being examined. Surely, when the vixen opened her eyes, she would know that the cat wasn't her sister. The feline ground her nose across the underside of Reli's heavy ball sac, she adored the taste, making a personal note to herself to try out more vixens. Exotic spices dappled around her, her angular furry cheeks saturating quickly between Relianne's thighs - she could sense the trembling that went through the fox. A quick, slight jerk brought the cat from her reverie, her head raising to face the curiously warm eyes of the ebon vixen. "Mm.. Good morning, Relianne." Clari murmured thoughtfully. It was indeed late, but never too late for a proper introduction. "Call me Reli." The fox smiled, her eyes still showing the signs of her peaceful slumber. "you do that... very well, but shouldn't I be doing something for you Clari? You did hire me after all." She continued, gasping under her breath as the cat slowly crawled up her body so they were facing one another. Clari canted her wet muzzle to the side, planting a warm, passion soaked kiss upon Reli's cum spattered lips. Mmming ferally, the cat's tongue joined and twisted around the fox's, paws embracing her while they rubbed into one another. Breaking the kiss only after she'd received the benefits of Relianne's self suckling, Clari spoke, "you've done a lot for me already, I wanted to apologize to you for coming in so late. Something came up that wasn't easily handled by phone." She rolled her hips, all nine of those inches like a log against her tummy. A piece of wood that would go quite nicely inside of her own damp womb, the cat figured. "I get paid either way, though, whether I'm holding a beautiful cat, or if I'm asleep on the bed. you don't have to apologize to me." Relianne's gaze turned to the clock closeby. "you only have an hour left, though, before my driver comes to pick me up. What would you enjoy doing?" She murred, squeezing the bare feline tightly to herself. She'd always liked snuggling, too, but she didn't believe that that was what Clari had in mind. The cat moaned, her hips gyrating languidly, the thin lips of her pussy grinding hard along the rigid staff between them. "I enjoy quite a lot of things, but, seeing as we only have an hour to do them in, why... " Clari purred, sliding her manicured claw over the side of the vixen's muzzle, "don't we do what you were fantasizing about, with your sister?" She breathed in hesitantly, her legs edging outward to half kneel over the fox's body, rubbing her labia harder against the large ridge underneath her. "Are you sure?" Relianne asked, a smile curling over her muzzle, a raspy moan leaving her throat while she undulated her sleek black hips up into the pure white feline. The half thought in the back of the fox's mind was that the cat wasn't ready for such rough, feral treatment, though she *did* ask for it. Reli and her sister had shared many nights in bed, many beautiful times of passion, in fact, Whitefoot was her favorite lover out of all the ones that she'd had. "Unless you do really kinky stuff to her. I could live without cuts and ritual scarring." The feline said, grunting quietly as she relished the sensation of the thickening head of Relianne's cock against her stomach, one which was oozing pre-come out of its tip into her fur. She arched her back tenderly, her body undulating slowly against the vixen. She was indeed up for anything, truth be told, as long as she was able to get the pole inside of her. She had waited too long, the idea of ecstasy at the end of the night had kept her going through the stupid questions and the emergency meeting that she had to attend at her workplace. "No cuts, no ritual scarring." Relianne lifted her muzzle slowly from the comfort of the mattress, sliding it along Clari's perked ear, "I was just dreaming of good old fashioned, messy fucking. We get kind of rough with one another, though. She still carries a few of the bruises." She panted quietly, her paws gripping at the small of Clari's back. At the very images that haunted her, her cock trembled. "Are you sure?" The feline nodded vigorously, her muzzle diving to the crux of her lover's neck, her legs tightening against the delicate fur of the vixen. She yelped quietly as Relianne turned over quickly, her paws pinned at the tops of the cat's shoulders, pinning Clari down. Relianne nipped at a spot right upon Clari's collarbone, her tail shifting anxiously above her. Moaning loudly, the vixen smiled, lifting her body up slowly to drag it back, shifting her weight upon the bed to put the tip of her hard red cock at the entrance to Clari's pink heaven. "Do it, Reli.. fuck me like your sister..." The feline moaned harshly, her claws extending from their sheaths as she reached up to stroke along the fox's forearms, prickling the skin underneath. She howled loudly as the vixen's smile grew wider, her cock slamming deeply inside of her waiting, already drenched pussy. "OHHH!!!" the cat screamed, her body spasming, her sex clamping against the penetration, soaking it with quite a lot more than the vixen's spit. Relianne brought her muzzle down to the kitty's shoulder, nipping and nuzzling as she began rocking into her, not sparing a moment for the tenderness of foreplay and gentle grooming. She was already quite aroused, and didn't have much time to please her client. She growled hotly into the lush fur of the feline's neck, driving and rocking herself deeply inside of the cat. Clari's cunt was different from the sweet tender folds of her sister, she was more snug, like she hadn't been taken in a while, though it was no less delightful. Her imagination brought up a vision of the russet vixen, her teeth baring to nip along the cat's shoulders and to her bicep. Clari yowled, her entire body writhing eagerly into the hot fucking that she was receiving, she hadn't been taken like she was in so very long. Growls left her throat, her claws scraping through the fur, even removing tiny tufts of it, Reli's body, though neither of them noticed. They were both caught up in the erotic bliss of being close to one another, the carnality of it, the instinctual naughtiness that oozed through them like the water from a faucet. The vixen grunted eagerly, her hips drawing back and pounding the cat once more to the loud smack of their shared juices. Her come was spreading out inside of the cat, the bulge of her knot growing at the very outside of Clari's petals. "Sis.. oHhh!!" Relianne panted, becoming wrapped up in the fantasy of taking her boss and sister. She could feel the blush rising harder upon Clari's lithe body as she cried out. The cat was getting into the fantasy of being her escort's sister, her muzzle landing upon the inside of Relianne's neck, nipping her hard as she rocked to and fro into the pounding rhythm of their mating. Shuddering all over, the vixen sped up, her legs spread lewdly against the outsides of Clari's thighs, her paws coming down as she rose up onto her knees, lifting and spreading the cat out wide for approval. She grabbed hard at Clari's ankles, spreading her to the limits of her flexibility, the cat's hips rising up lewdly into each of the heated, growling desires that the vixen gave to her. Reli looked down upon the white kitty's clitoris, finding that it was the perfect shade of pink, jostled mercilessly by the steely rod that she repeatedly dipped into the cat's lovely passage. Her labia were spread wide, receiving the glory of Reli's cock with a new spatter of her honeys as the vixen rose upon the bed, her ass clenching with every single dip into the fountain. Shuddering, she lifted her head up into a howl, her knot growing larger, the slap of their hips and the scents in the room spurring her on and keeping her going, terrorizing her with the wonders of ecstasy. The cat's body bucked, her paws swiping over the large dark breasts that hung in front of her, finally clenching around them so she could ride the whirlwind of their mating. "Yes! Yes!!! Gonna.. gonna OOOH!!" Clari shook her head vigorously, her muzzle latching onto one of the gold rings that was in front of her, suckling hard and eagerly while the trembles cascaded over her furry body. Her legs flew up into the air, twisting hard to cling onto the vixen, her teeth biting and nipping.. "RELI!!" she squeaked, in between feral tugs upon the gold ring that she held clenched in her teeth. Relianne moaned loudly, her thrusts becoming more impassioned, erratic as she struggled to bring her cock out and then mate the cat once more. One thing that she could definitely say was that Clari was tighter than her sister, though Clari hadn't had the pleasure of having a consistent lover in her bed for a while. The vixen screamed aloud, her knot clenching tightly, pulling up closer to her heavy balls, threatening to deliver its contents inside of the cat's womb. Relianne had a different idea, though. She shoved her rod deeply into the cat, then brought it out with a feral grin, growling through clenched teeth as her hot, sticky semen burst out from her loins, her body quaking as she marked the kitty's tummy. The hot spewing liquid firmly shot forth, a few droplets even landing upon the undersides of Clari's breasts. The cat shuddered harshly, her eyes clenched shut as she felt the steamy liquid pour out of Relianne's still hard cock, her fur becoming mussed with it. Her claws dug into the vixen's shoulders, her body contorting viciously into the attack of pure erotic bliss. Her panting, combined with the harsh screaming of the vixen would make someone believe that there was a fur getting mugged or killed in her bedroom. Relianne mewled heatedly, her paw sifting down across her loins to get the last of her semen out of her, her cock not losing an inch of its rigidity. The vixen mewled once more, shoving her cock deeply home once more, her body falling onto Clari, their writhing mussing up the sheets as they spread the still wet honeys over the cat's willing body. The initial pressure gone, they were able to mate at their leisure, though neither slowed down enough in their movements to do that. The cat grabbed the vixen's shoulders, her teeth baring to nip against them as she turned the fox over onto her back, spinning along the bed to ride Relianne to several more orgasms. She was amazed at the staying power of the vixen, quite impressed with the quality that she was receiving, most of her past lovers were down for the count after their first climax, leaving Clari high and dry. YIFF was known for the quality of the furs that they sent, they were the best in the world at what they did, in fact taking pride in their efforts. Clari shuddered, her body clinging against the vixen as she was groomed, the dark muzzle of her lover resting against the inside of her neck, the harsh nipping having died down into gentle nibbling as they mated. Relianne whimpered loudly, the rocking taking her higher and higher, the ever present tightness of the cat around her was invigorating. She could go all night with her cock inside of the feline, humping her and spreading her cum around at will. The cat could go all night too, her body impaled by the rigid staff of her vixen lover, her paws held tightly at the small of the vixen's back, playing with her tailbase. She could feel the butterflies drift through the both of them, their sweat covered furry bodies clinging to one another as they rolled across the burgundy sheets for hours and hours. Unfortunately, hours and hours were not what they had... Clari was rising to her third climax of the night when the doorbell rang, signaling the end of a perfect night. She gasped, looking into the vixen's eyes with a fearful, remorseful expression, her eyes wide as she attempted to ignore it. She wrapped her legs around Relianne, shuddering, a loud squeak falling from her lips as the passion took her into a half lidded state of feline ecstasy. Relianne tried to ignore it as well, her cock leaving messy trails inside of the cat, her cum spraying deeply inside of the cat, her knot remaining thankfully outside of the tender, well stretched petals of her lover. She panted, lifting her head as she heard the doorbell ring again, swallowing as she realized that it was indeed time to go. From experience, she knew that after the third time that the clarion sounded, Cedrick would be doing his best to get inside of the house, to drag her off of whoever she was mating. A hot blush crossed her muzzle, as she reluctantly pulled out of the cat, leaving a sticky trail of fluids in her cock's wake. "I need to go..." Relianne blushed, her muzzle coming down to kiss the cat once more. "Cedrick does a lot more than ring the doorbell when he gets impatient." She smiled, smearing more of her drying semen into the cat's pretty white pelt. She murred brightly, her steel gray eyes shining with a happy demeanor, the rumbles of her bliss flowing through her still trembling body. "I understand," Clari murmured, sad to see the vixen climb off of their shared bed. She brought herself up to a sitting position, getting a head rush as she did so, her tail lashing against the warmth of the already wet sheets. Relianne began to pad off, and Clari followed behind, wanting to see the vixen to the door, after all, it was the only right and proper thing to do. She dragged the bathrobe off of the floor, wrapping it around her shivering body, tying the garment firmly about her waist. She watched the vixen leave to go into the front room, where she bent over and picked up her tight leather miniskirt, sliding it over her hips and fastening it at her sides. Clari smiled as Relianne put on the stark white blouse, leaving most of the buttons undone, as well as keeping the garment untucked from her shirt. She turned to face the cat, winking as she padded close to her, giving her a warm hug and a kiss upon the muzzle, before opening the door to face the smiling, golden wolf who was waiting for her. Reli murred, nodding to Cedrick, then turned away to whisper into the cat's ear, "I'm available anytime, Clari, just pick up the phone, and I'll be there. You know the number." She turned and bounced out of the door, with the wolf close behind. The cat sighed happily as she walked back to the bedroom. She would definitely call the vixen over once more, in fact, request her by name, because Relianne was indeed 'something special'.