"Inspiration" (c) Sapphire, October 3, 2000 - sapphire_dreamspinner@yahoo.com All rights reserved, no portion of this story may be copied without express written consent of the author. "So, how do you get your inspiration?" Snow asked, watching me from across the small round table that we were sitting at. I looked up, and around at all of the furs who were wandering around our table, the busy, crowded restaurant was bustling, so none of the waiters particularly paid any attention to us as we sat and talked. I looked down at the remains of the smoked salmon that I'd had, the butter from the potatoes creating an almost grimy film upon the plate,. I kept my gaze downward, looking over the fork, each and every tine of it, before turning my muzzle up to answer the black kitsune at my table. "The inspiration comes from everywhere, Snow. It comes from daily events, my twisted imagination, everything that you can think of, I try to pull from." I replied, frowning as I watched the third waitfur pass us, not picking up our discarded plates, not even bothering to offer to refill our water. We were truly alone together in a crowded place. "Really? I couldn't do it. But, of course, I don't like writing, either." She said, her tails swaying around her, almost hypnotically, the four foxtails becoming more fascinating to watch than my lunch partner was, though I would have never let on to that fact. Snow was one of those friends that I enjoyed in very small doses, but I assumed that my tolerance was a little bit too low for her today. She was at least decent in bed, which made up for any shortcomings in personality that she'd had. "Nah, writing is easy. You just put your paws upon the keyboard and start to type whatever happens to come to mind. Usually, there's no cohesion really necessary since it's a personal endeavor, at least for me." I smiled at her, watching her dark wet black nose twitch upon her pitch black face. I glanced at her cheekbones, watching them move as she ate the last remnants of her pasta, her muzzle pursed in a slow, almost thoughtful smirk as she watched me. "I still couldn't do it, I don't have the patience for it, besides, I would get too many fans like you have, and have to fend them off with a stick because I wrote so well." She remarked, not even pausing to smile, so I wasn't even sure if she was making a joke about her writing skills. Normally, Snow wasn't prone to joking, but, then again, I'd never seen her writing, either. Most writers kept their journals to themselves, and I imagined that the dark kitsune was no exception. I laughed softly to myself and shook my head, "Too many fans causes the world to get really interesting for a simple fur like me. Fortunately, I keep most of my works in the privacy of my own journal, so that only a few may view them, and under special conditions." I purred, looking thankfully up to the waiterfur who had *finally* decided to remove our dirty dishes from the table, leaving the empty glasses of water upon it. "Mmhmm... so, why erotica?" she asked, and again I was entranced by the movement of her tails, the way that two shifted to one side, then the other in almost frantic motion. It was like the appendages were leading a life of their own outside of the view, or comprehension of their owner. "Because I don't want to have any sad stories, there's already enough of them. You read about death, dying, famine, killing, drugs, whatever... every single day. You can pick up a story about lawyers, doctors, circus clowns, anything that you want, all wrapped in the throes of angst. As far as erotica, there's very little of it out there that's written by women, or that's female biased, or, that actually possesses a complete sentence. You've read some of those story sites on the web, I'm sure. It may be good from time to time, but occasionally, I want to read something with a little more substance." I said, my spotted, tawny tail sliding around my body, curling up into my lap. "Oh." She remarked, drinking the last few droplets of ice water that remained in her long stemmed glass. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her head, though she never elaborated with me. I watched her for at least a minute, waiting for her to say, or do something, but all she seemed to want to do was gaze into the now fully empty glass. My thoughts began to wander, as they sometimes did, to what I was going to do a little later on that day. It was always good to keep track of one's friends, and find out how they were doing, but Snow was one of those friends that I could only stand for an hour, perhaps two at a time. I gazed at her, letting my gossamer white wings flutter upward, then refurled them, pulling them tightly against my back. Snow wasn't going to say anything else to me, it didn't seem like she wanted to keep the conversation going at all. I reached over to pick up the check, looking over the price tag for our mediocre meal, pulling out a credit card to pay for the whole thing. It was a trade off, I assumed, that I spent money to be in Snow's company, it didn't bother me at al, because I had it. Snow smiled at me as she saw that I was going to pick up the check, her tails wandering around to her lap as she studied me with a smile. "Thank you," she said, arcing her muzzle down to halfway point at the credit card that was atop the bill for our food. "I'll make it up to you the next time that we meet," she said quietly to me. It was amazing, the fastest thing that the waitstaff did at the restaurant was pick up the check and take the money. I didn't even see ours come by and collect the slim black case that contained my credit card, but I did notice him return, a smug look upon his muzzle, like he had done a good job of serving us throughout the meal. "You're welcome," I smiled as I took the card out of the holder and put it back into my billfold, nodding to her. "I'll see you again soon?" Merely a formality, I thought. I saw this kitsune once every three months, and I figured that that was enough for me. Kitsunes in general weren't necessarily an odd breed for me, however, each seemed to have heightened idiosynchracies to the rest of us. I made it a policy to be around as few as I possibly could, because some of those quirks got to be annoying. "Yeah, I'll see you again." She got up out of her chair and began padding through the crowd of furs, presumably back to her 'craft. I watched her leave, and got up out of my chair, wandering around just a little bit, wanting to get out of the restaurant that I was in. the day was cool enough to be truly enjoyed, the natural fur coat that I had was quite adequate to protect me from the elements, though I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do for the rest of the day. Perhaps I would go to a bookstore, or maybe get a few videos to watch at home with Peace. I mulled over my options as I went to my own 'craft, debating over the merits of each one. About halfway through he parking lot, I decided on getting myself some videos, or at least renting them . The next question that haunted me was whether I would get the naughty types of videos or normal ones, but that answer was more easily arrived at when I felt the pang of pleasure drift through me. At the barest hint of getting some of those videos. All of them were the same, but it was always a pleasure to see those parts up close and personally, spread out upon the screen as they were being attended to in one way or another. Nothing could truly compare to Peace's though, even though I would probably never tell her that. Video stores, or at least adult video stores are in a breed by themselves. You walk in, and you're assaulted by all types of images, furs in bondage, fur's personal parts on display, furs being taken, all with helpful headings like Gay, Bisexual, Lesbian, and Fetish. I had been to enough of them to know what I was looking for when I stepped into this one. It was large, and well lit, but the nicest thing was to observe the furs who were going to view these masterpieces. A good majority of them looked embarrassed, ashamed of the need for their own pornography, but those weren't the ones that I was interested in watching. No, the ones that I liked observing were the ones that made absolutely no inkling that they were ashamed at what they were getting, a haughty, almost smirking attitude toward the industry. They had come out of the closet to so speak, and were damned proud of it. I looked over the tapes in the lesbian area, laughing softly to myself at the titles.. 'Lesbian Vixens in Heat" "pussies for Pussy" "Nympho mink sluts part 8" and the list went on. Since it was the weekend, I decided to rent six tapes, figuring that only two of them would be worth watching all the way through. Besides, the particular store that I went to had a rent four, get two free policy, which was really helpful. The neatest thing was, was that this particular store even had the microwavable popcorn available for purchase, even though it was totally implied that one would never get to the munching, or be interested in munching while watching. I picked up a box, only because we needed some, and got my six videos, heading back home to the clean apartment (see Peace Revisited) Pussy Licker, Vixen Sorority Party, Bad Doggy Slut Pound, Bitches in Heat, Lesbo Leopard 28, and Skunk Sluts in Space - those were the six movies that I'd gotten, each with suitably lewd pictures on the fronts of the boxes. I think that I fell into the latter category, I knew that I liked smut and porn, I knew that it was fun, and enjoyable, and didn't quite understand why there were those who protested against the sins of the flesh. Being a porn writer can change the way that you look at things, I assume. I put Lesbo Leopards into the VCR, and turned up the sound, sprawling out upon the couch in front of the healthy sized television. I have to admit that there's something quite narcissistic about watching leopards go at it, since, well, I am one, but, it does give me the opportunity to compare and contrast parts. I didn't expect Peace to be home for another hour or so, she had said that she needed to help one of our mutual friends with moving a couch. I guess that it must have been one massive couch, since that was the only thing that was mentioned. She was so cute when she was being the good Samaritan. And well, I had quite the fondness for seeing my Peace covered in sweat, wearing shorts, showing off her burgundy legs, and that hint of white that was on her feet. Definitely a biased leopard, I am. I fast forwarded through the opening advertisements for sex lines, and for the opportunity to get my own personal smut line. I didn't need to see that, I could just make up the words that I wanted to hear in my head, and it would be as good as hearing them. The first scene started with two leopards, rather young ones, maybe eighteen or nineteen getting ready for a party. They were giggling and laughing with each other about who they would meet there, and what they would do. The fortunate thing about the movies with the really bad titles, was that they had absolutely no qualms with getting right into the action. Within minutes, the two girls were demonstrating what they would do the other guests at the party, the taller of the two was lustily suckling upon the other's larger breasts, tugging at them and growling as the water fell over them in waves. I sighed happily, thinking about my Peace, and some of the shower time that we'd spent together, my paw slowly wandering down to my clothed thighs. The clothing thing was remedied almost immediately I hated wearing anything constricting on my body, that prevented any ease of movement. It wasn't as if I had anything to hide anymore... of course I was modest in the beginning, but, there were a few times that Peace had caught me wandering around the house nude, and, then when we became lovers, she expected it.. called it 'easy access' or something like that. By the time that I looked up to the screen again, they were headed to the party, to repeat the process once more, yiffing and rolling around like two schoolkits. When the door to the party was answered, they were dragged in, both girls forcibly stripped, and 'forced' to join the orgy that was already in progress. Pink was everywhere, the camerafurs had gotten some really good closeups of licking, sucking and general fucking going on. I was enjoying it, but, being the impatient cat, I decided to stop the tape and put in another one, selecting completely at random. I didn't even look at the title of the next movie that I put into the VCR, choosing to let that remain a secret until the actual title part of it started. I did, however, fast forward through the customary advertisements that they always put on the videos. Being adventurous, but really not that adventurous. Besides, there were a bunch of movies to watch, and I'd only gotten a quarter into one of them. The movie started out with a vision of a sorority house, Phi Upsilon Rho, a respectable looking two story establishment, with the verdant lawns, and the hedges, and even the tiny little statue out in the front of it depicting the school mascot. The camera moved in toward the door of the place, and it opened, to reveal six vixens, all sitting around and having tea, being polite in conversation, each wearing the FUR sorority pins. "So, Buffy, how do you propose that we get money for our trip to the islands?" One of the slender vixens asked the other, still all too civilized, making me wonder whether I'd gotten a smut movie, or one of those artsy flicks. "Let's have a party!" Buffy said, bobbing her head back and forth with glee, murring out the happiness of the time that she was having. "Yes, a party, That's a great idea." Said a third vixen, who strode Into the room, wearing only her pajamas. She was a black vixen, her tails ... tails waving about her slowly, her nipples showing through the strategically placed holes in the material. I looked closer at the screen, counting the tails, heaving that voice. It was Snow!! "Good.. I'll get started on the plans, we'll have it next week, and it'll be awesome!" Buffy said, nearly leaping from her chair to go up to her room. Snow looked around and smiled, padding up to one of the older sisters, giving her a long, heated, passionate kiss, their paws starting to wander all over each other. "I hope it turns out like the last one.. nobody seemed to mind the cover charge, for what we were offering.. " the older vix said between kisses.. and soon their clothes were off.. and they were writhing upon the floor with abandon, sucking at each other's pussies with fervent delight. Yup, that was indeed Snow's pussy, right up close to the camera, the pink folds distinctively her own as she ground her hips into the other vixens face. "what's wrong, Sapph?: Peace said as she walked in, seeing my muzzle wide open, agape at the twisting, turning flesh upon the screen. She turned to look to the television, a bright smile coming to her face as she padded over to me, crouching down in front of me to slide her fingers across my thighs. "look!" I exclaimed, pointing at the screen, the scene showing our friend in all her glory, tails wrapping and moving in almost slow motion, humping into a vibrator that one of the other girls in the movie had found. Her puss was spread wide, and I could even see the sweet pink flesh inside, molding around the dildo. "that... that's Snow!" Peace yelped softly as she looked at the screen, pressing up against me slowly, her fingers reaching down to caress my feet. She shifted her weight and began stripping, getting comfortable in her underwear and a tee shirt. I couldn't believe it, that boring kitsune was a porn actress, or at least had been at some point. And she never told either of us! Both of our eyes were rapt upon the screen, watching our friend go through her paces with the other vixens and kitsune. There was another one there, a white one, her jewels being put on display like the others, her three tails always in motion, like a fan dance. Peace slid up to the couch to be with me, her soft, vixen's fur warm against my body as I held her closely, her breath becoming more labored as she watched. Despite the lame beginnings of the movie, it actually was turning out to be pretty good. Snow was bent over one of the desks in the den, her tails up in the air as the white kitsune used a strap on to penetrate her fully, pushing into her with abandon, making Snow yelp almost ferociously. She was hamming it up for the movie, but those were the same sounds that she'd made with me so long ago. Peace crawled up into my lap, her paws wrapping around my neck as she sat upon my tawny spots, her muzzle turning to my neck, slowly grooming at it as her dark eyes watched the television. My own paws were a little more active, feeling the vixen up, my paws grazing over her legs, and over her rounded, pliant breasts, teasing the already hardened nipples through her shirt. She breathed heavily, moaning out her delight as I pinched at her nipples lightly, tugging upon them through the fabric that she wore, her hips rising into my fingers as they slid up her thigh, cupping her panty clad sex. I could feel the moisture that was developing there, the honeys were starting to flow as my girlfriend watched the screen, a blush upon her russet colored cheeks as she looked at me, kissing my cheek and my lips lightly, her own muzzle slightly dry from her labored breathing. "I've never.. watched one of these before," she rasped quietly into my lips, her body undulating almost in time with the other vixens on the tape. She turned so that she was facing me fully, her fingers wrapping around my neck just that much tighter, paws clasped behind as she watched me instead of the goings on. "I always thought... that since I could do everything, in the real world that I didn't need to." She turned her muzzle downward, kissing at my lips with hers, her breath tasting warm and fresh, like she'd just brushed her teeth, her natural scent. I could taste the inklings of peppermint there, as my tongue explored her teeth, teasing along each of them, meandering as her own tongue did the same. She murred loudly while my paws cupped her breasts, streaking down over her tummy, then upward again, lifting up the lavender shirt that she wore so I could see her pure white chestruff. Peace moaned again as I leaned down to suckle upon her nipples, her head lifting upward, the movie almost forgotten as I took the tiny rounded nubbin into my muzzle. I suckled upon it gently, her body arcing back to the point that I had to hold her just that she wouldn't fall off the couch. I tugged upon the pink flesh, lapping around it with my smooth tongue, before taking it back into my muzzle once more. Her paws flailed against my neck, pushing me forward into her body as she began to lose her balance anyway, her hips rising up to me, presenting her panty clad mons to my lips. "I always liked them.." I blushed hotly, "I sometimes use them to get... ideas, that, and I spent so much time being single, I like the inspiration." I leaned into her further, her powerful legs wrapping around my waist, her hips rising and falling in the gentle time with her own breathing, her tongue out of her muzzle as she murred. "And... what are you doing now that you're not single anymore?" she chirred, my head burrowing up underneath her shirt, lifting it around her shoulders and neck, getting caught upon her muzzle. I drew designs upon the surface of her breasts, alternating between each one before burying my muzzle into her cleavage, sniffing at the light sheen of sweat that had formed there. She cooed and awwed at me, her paw coming up to brush over my ears, scritching them gently while I teased at her nipple slowly, my fangs lightly pinching upon either side of the tiny cylinder. Gasping, the vixen's paws flailed outward, her legs releasing their grasp upon my waist for an instant, but that was enough. She toppled backward onto the carpet, barely missing the table that was beside, her head landing upon the ground with a loud thump. My eyes widened as I looked at her, Peace looked a little dazed, though she was still rather happy. She shook her head once, to tear the newly created fuzz from her brain, her eyes refocusing upon my emerald ones, her breathing still warm. "Are you okay, Peace?" I asked her, climbing down to the floor to scoop her up into my paws, holding her tightly to me as I knelt upon the floor beside her. "Yup.. " She remarked breathlessly, reaching up to wrap her paws around my neck, pulling herself upward off of the floor. "But, I think it's time... we created a little movie of our own." She blushed hotly, reaching over to the remote, her paw flailing as her gaze remained locked upon my eyes, tapping the power button as she clambered into my waiting paws. She had a wild, almost mischievous look upon her muzzle, her tongue outstretched to lap against her lips, and then mine, moistening them even while her legs wrapped around my waist and I stood up. "Mrr... your bed or mine?" I asked, as I held her there in the living room, starting to walk toward her room, which was closer. She looked at me with those dark brown eyes, her muzzle opened as I kissed her, it was right out of one of those romance novels, I thought, carrying the beautiful girl over the threshold, well, except that both of us were female, and I wasn't the big brawny type that would use her for all she was worth. I wobbled a bit as I stood there, staggering toward her room before she had time to answer. I didn't want to have her fall onto the floor again today. "Mine.. sounds good." Peace smiled up at me, nestling her muzzle at the crook of my neck, licking there slowly at the tawny, spotted fur gently. I giggled as I laid her on the bed, purring as I climbed over her, kissing her lovingly as her head rested upon the pillow. She grinned and fully raised her shirt, tossing the purple garment to the side, leaving her topless. I sighed happily as I watched her, wrapping her safely within my paws once more as we eased into one another upon the bed. Gods, she was so gorgeous! Lifting my head, I began nuzzling at her bare collarbone, leaving trails with my tongue as she began panting again. She lifted her legs up and around my hips, encouraging me to go lower upon her body, her scent still high in the air as I took my time to get to the place of that wonderful aroma. Not for the first time in my life, I was thankful for the heightened sense of smell that cats had. It was always a trade off, of course, but when getting a good whiff of my lover was at stake, I adored having that ability. Murring, she lifted her head upward, brushing me down further, licking at the top of my head, and my ears. "Vixie want somethin?" I asked, as I purred, licking at my lips as I lapped at her cleavage, teasing her as I lowered my body further down, nipping at select spots upon her collarbone and underneath her breasts. My own breathing became more heated as I caught a more potent whiff of her delight in my nose. There was truly nothing that could compare to that scent of pure musk. "Vixie.. want nasty tongue buried in her hot, oozing cunt right now!" Peace mumbled under her breath, while my nose rubbed against her tummy, wiggling right against her little belly button. She murred loudly, her head shaking back and forth as I grasped at the edges of her panties, tugging at them to reveal her soft furry mons. Peace brought herself up upon the bed, looking at me with a sort of eagerness, a hot, wet eagerness that I had only seen on her so very few times in the past. I blinked, lifting my head up from her soft furry delights, my head tilting while my ears lifted. "What did you say?" I asked, not sure if I had heard Peace right. She repeated the same sentence, as I tried my best not to burst into giggles, really *really* tried, but it wasn't working out. A few escaped out of the corner of my muzzle, as I looked at her, my paws slipping over her hips, scritching there as I watched her, almost incredulously. Peace listened to the words that came out of her muzzle, and she started to giggle hysterically, shaking her head as she nearly leaped up out of the bed to tackle me down to it, kissing me mightily even as I landed. She murred and shook her head, her tongue out of her muzzle, lapping against my sharp teeth, teasing each one of them as she ground her body into mine. I was still lost in the fits of giggles, holding and hugging Peace tightly to my body, scritching her lovingly still as we rolled upon the bed. After a few moments, she turned to look at me with a cute grin upon her muzzle, blushing, "Well, *that* certainly ruined the moment" and she kept laughing as she held me tightly to her, just as firm a grasp as I had on her. I didn't want to say anything, but it had, something so unpure coming out of my dear vixen's muzzle just made me giggle, and I knew that she was trying to imitate the furs that she'd seen upon the television screen so few moments ago. I kissed Peace repeatedly, my blunt muzzle smooshed tightly to her angular one as we writhed upon the bed, her panting subsiding slowly as she allowed her paws to wander over my spotted body. "Mrr... well, yes, it did." I replied, laughing softly as I nuzzled at her lips. "So, you hungry?" "Yeah, a little bit, want a hamburger?" Peace asked, as she looked into my eyes, our legs entwining upon the bed. "Sounds good, let's eat." I grinned at her, kissing her once more as my paws wrapped around her lovingly, my lips nuzzling at hers as I slowly got out of bed, wandering into the kitchen, paw in paw. I thought about it for a moment, answering the question that Snow had asked earlier in the day. Moments with Peace, those were my inspiration.