Vicky

But you were really clueless. No one had ever explained to you what it would feel like to have romantic or even sexual feelings for someone, and so without a reference frame you thought you were just a big fan. After all, other fans also fantasized about being with the celebrity they admired without really hoping to get with them, didn’t they? So all your thoughts were perfectly normal and being best friends was just what you wanted. Definitely.

Unfortunately for you, you probably weren’t even friends. You just complimented her a lot and hung out with her every now and then as teens, and now you didn’t even know if she still remembered you.

It was depressing to think about.

However, considering how hardworking she was, you refused to let yourself suffocate in this swamp of negativity. As long as you could still meet her and be looked at by her, your heart would be as sweet as honey and the corners of your mouth impossible to press down. And that was only possible as long as you kept moving, aiming to walk next to her one day.

Then one night at the inn, when she was playing and you were drunk, you leaned on the top of the upright piano. Its sound vibrated through the wood and into your bones as the hammers hit the strings, the rhythm resonating with your pounding heart.

When she glanced up at you with her glittering golden eyes, it felt like her fingers were not dancing over the keys but your body. Like a velvety touch, it tingled on your skin. It mixed with the alcohol’s heat and made you feel even more drunk, face burning hot. All you could see was her.

And that was the last thing you remembered from that night.

You had no idea, or rather, completely forgotten, that you’d essentially confessed to her in your drunkenness.

Mind foggy and speech slurred, the words tumbled out of your mouth in a confused manner. Unclear feelings spanning years, vague thoughts you weren’t even conscious of, activities that would never come to mind sober; all of them spilled like a glass of wine, irrevocable and intoxicating. Combined with that intense look of longing on your rosy face and your wetly glistening eyes, you were endlessly tempting.

She couldn’t have looked away even if she tried.

After that night, her view of you shifted from a good but somewhat distant friend to a potential partner. Without her even realizing, each smile and every touch took on a different meaning, making her not know how to react.

All she knew was that she kept thinking of you more and more. Your gaze and scent lingered in her mind, resurfacing every time she lost focus. Eventually, it got so intense that knowing you were nearby turned the notes on her sheet music into wriggling tadpoles and written words into bugs that always scrambled away whenever she tried to read them. And then there were her dreams of you...

It started all innocent with hand holding, cuddling, and enjoying your time together, admiring your smile. Just thinking of those scenes made her heartstrings tremble like they were gently being struck by the hammers of a piano.

But as time passed, her dreams became more and more explicit. From caressing to kissing, confiding each other in unknown secrets and eventually rolling in the sheets... It led to her waking up with wet stains more than once, finally forcing her to think things through.

She had to seriously consider whether she wanted to be in a relationship with you.

Just thinking about it made the melody played on her heart strings start up again and her tail curl up. If she didn’t have fur, one would’ve been able to see her fierce blush every time she thought about a future with you.

But... it had already been quite a while since you confessed. What if your feelings had changed? What if you liked someone else now?

And so she started her tentative pursuit of you. She initiated more contact, pretended to accidentally touch you, closely watched and analyzed all your reactions, and did her best to get to know you better. Your likes, dislikes, little thoughts and subtle habits, she wanted to understand each and every one of them and engrave them in her mind so she’d always remember. To get the information she wanted, she even slept over at your place and pretended to be drunk a few times. Of course, nothing happened, but she still felt bad about using you like this...

An entire year passed in this way, both nebulous and exciting, with both of you shyly, awkwardly pining after each other.

For your friends, this was painful to watch. They decided they had to do something.

So, after sticking their heads together and combining their braincells, they came up with a plan.

You didn’t know what exact ingredients went into that plan, but once fully cooked, the outcome was inevitable — standing opposite each other, you and her stammeringly confessed under the eager eyes and applause of your friends. It was so embarrassing you just wanted to hide, and eventually buried yourself in her embrace.

This really wasn’t how you’d imagined getting together. She hadn’t expected it either, however there was no reason to complain. Finally being officially together and holding you in her arms made her heart sing in elation, making her want to play the piano.

And when she played, you just wanted to listen.

Many days were spent like this. She was afraid you’d be bored and wanted to take you to various places for dates, and you were happy to do so, but you still preferred listening to her play. You especially liked when she improvised little pieces for you. Then she would look up at you and smile, and you couldn’t help but feel overwhelming happiness.

Leaning on the piano, feeling the vibrating strings resonate through the wood and your bones, you watched her fingers expertly dance over the black and white keys. It made you wonder what it would feel like if her fingers danced over your skin instead...

Then one evening, it finally happened.

Sober yet as if drunk, irresistibly drawn to each other, you gazed into each others eyes and sank into a slow, deep kiss on her bed. Her sharp teeth and barbed tongue grazed yours, sending shivers up and down your spine. Gently combing her hands through your hair, claws lightly skimming down your back, humming as you dug your fingers into her fur, she placed you on her lap and started grinding against you. Aroused by her actions, you responded in kind, adding some pressure with the movement of your hips.

The purr of pleasure rumbling in her throat was swallowed by you like wine. Warm and exciting, it pooled in your abdomen, leaving a tingling feeling in your crotch. You could feel the penile spines of her erection through the layers of fabric the same way she could feel your softness, rubbing together as if producing sparks and igniting a fire.

Set ablaze by passion, bodies trembled and clothes fell. The soft rustle of fabric gone, all that was left were quiet sighs and moans against a background of purrs, harmonizing like a little love song.

With velvet paws, she caressed your arms, back and thighs, endlessly enamored with the sensation of touching you. Fingers tapping as if pressing keys, she elicited the sweetest sounds from you. Unable to control herself, she pulled you even tighter against herself, and when you grabbed her balls as your lower lips wetly kissed her length, her back arched under the pleasure.

You buried your face in her furry chest, your cheek against her smaller right breast as you teased her nipple with your tongue. Her breathy moan encouraged you to continue, lightly sucking on the erect bud until it deepened in color before switching to her bigger left one.

When you were done, she grabbed your ass and lifted you onto her cock. The tip parted your folds and gently slid into your entrance, the spines lightly brushing against your rim. Her size filled you, stretched you, made your pussy cling to her like an embrace.

You cried when she hilted.

She felt so good your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled.

Your fluttering pussy made her groan, unconsciously thrusting a little. With the movement, her penile spines raked your tender walls, further stimulating you.

Her little thrusts continued, inviting you to join in. Moving your hips in unison, rhythm gradually syncing with your heartbeats, you kissed and caressed and intertwined. Tensing around her, teasing the base of her tail before nibbling on her ears, you enjoyed how her golden eyes gleamed with lust, how she desired you.

It felt so good to be desired by her, for her to want you specifically.

It made you want to carry on until you were too tired to move.

She cooperated for three rounds before putting on a stern expression. Her voice was breathy and hoarse, laced with lust, but she did her best to keep steady. All she wanted was for you to be well. If you did too much, you might get hurt.