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From: "QSliver" <qsliver68@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] POV (MF, Rom, ml, humor) (Story Game)
Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 02:10:03 -0400
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If you're scouting for material to offend your sensibilities or
to populate your pay site, move along; there's nothing to see 
here.  This is a work of fiction, and any resemblence to real 
persons or pets is purely coincidental.  If you like it, please 
let me know -- your kind comments are all I get out of this.


Huge thanks to Selena Jardine, who helped me straighten out an
initial botch of the female point of view, as well as catching
embarrassing errors and suggesting various tweaks elsewhere. 
Your support and encouragement were wonderful, Selena -- thanks
*very* much!


    ~ POV ~


Is it morning?  Is the sun coming up?  What's going on?   

 
Better alert the others, anyway - could be danger!

 
Ah, just those two jumping about together.

 
I could use a good flap, join in the excitement.

 
Hmm. maybe it's a singing lesson.  

 
Must listen closely, they'll give me treats again.

 
Hmmm. can I sing that song like she does?  Have to practice.

 
    ~

 
He is just too sexy for his own damned good, and this afternoon,
I just didn't care how hot it was in our bedroom.  I felt hotter
than any thermometer could account for, and watching him strip as
he devoured me with his eyes was just making me even more randy.
He clicked on the fan, disturbing my cockatiel, but I was more
focused on my favorite cock.

 
I could almost feel him reading my mind - no easygoing romp in a
romantic field of daisies for us today.  I wanted it hard, and
fast, and now.  I almost fainted as the bed creaked under his
weight.  He pushed right into me, no preliminaries, and bent down
to kiss my neck.  Precious few are the things that can set me off
faster than that.

 
But trust him to find one today!  I could already feel my clit
starting to rise up to meet his strokes when he moved his mouth
to my breasts.  One nip, and I was right over the edge.  Oh,
lordy, that man knew what to do.

 
By the time I came back down to Earth, his own orgasm was
nearing, and he sounded like an old bear growling a warning.  I
heard him shoo off the dog, his rhythm faltering for a moment,
and I had to repress a giggle.  And then I felt the tremor in his
thighs as his orgasm overtook him, and the humor of the moment
was outdone by the passion of our sex.

 
Ever considerate, he only stayed with me for a moment longer
before lying down next to me, letting the blessed breeze from the
fan cool us both off.  A few feathers floated in the air from the
bird's cage, drifting in the currents.  I felt my man take my
hand and squeeze my fingers, and I never felt more in love.

 
    ~

 
They're at it again.  Mama's making noises like she needs help,
but when a faithful companion offers help, he's sent packing. 
Confusing.  I mean, it looks like he's jumping up and down on
her.  Part of me wants to play, too, but I know from bitter
experience that that's not welcome, either.

 
I swear.  Stick a friendly nose in to see what the fuss is, and
you'd think I'd crapped on the floor.  (Again?)  Honestly, I only
licked once.  Spent all night outside in the rain that time.

 
And just when I've decided that they're really just playing - and
I'm not welcome - I see him *bite* her.  And the smell in the
room has changed from the normal sort of interesting, sour socks
odor to something far more intriguing.  Reminds me of something.
It'll come to me in a minute, I'm sure.

 
He's starting to growl, almost.  Gosh, it sounds and smells and
looks like fun.  I'm supposed to stay out of that?  I walk up but
he speaks to me in a funny tone of voice.  Something about
sitting, staying?  Aw, hell, I don't really understand.  Maybe he
actually wants me to play, too.

 
But then I remember the rain, and decide to just go get a drink.
hopefully he hasn't pissed in the water bowl again.

 
    ~

 
She and I just fit together sometimes, and this afternoon was
definitely one of those times.  She was soft and sweaty in the
summer heat, and the fan swinging lazily overhead was powerless
to cool her ardor.  I felt ready to answer her need, though.

 
I half-knelt between her thighs, sliding into her steamy sex, and
then relaxed atop her.  I kissed her neck first, and then moved
down to taste the sweet skin of her chest.  She grabbed my hair
and directed my mouth to her nipple, and I tried to give it the
attention it needed, all the while setting up the right rhythm
within her.

 
I could feel the shock travel through her body when I clamped
down with my teeth, and her high, keening wail told the whole
neighborhood the story.  I released her nipple and started to
thrust into her clamping pussy for real.  Damned dog came
wandering around just then, and I told him to mind his business
and stop distracting me.

 
I cursed silently at the dog for wrecking a perfect moment, and
got back to my own business.  I didn't have much trouble getting
back into the groove, though, and it didn't take long before I
came like an animal myself.  

 
Pretty quick, I was reminded that both the heat and the humidity
were pushing 90s with ease, so I climbed off of her, feeling like
an oaf, and sprawled out next to her.  Her hand fell into mine,
and I gave her a little squeeze of thanks.  Nice way to spend the
afternoon.

 
    ~

 
I just hate it when they aren't paying attention to me.  They
*know* that I'm out here.  I heard him say something about me. 
Pity all of their yowling and squalling is so meaningless.  

 
I can hear their bed squeaking, squeaking, squeaking. it's enough
to give one a headache.  And now, I'm getting hungry.  They are
supposed to keep food out for me all of the time; I've been
entirely specific on this point, but they play dumb and pretend
not to understand.  Idiots.

 
Clumsy, too.  A couple of days ago, they were all wrapped up in
each other, just like now, and I jumped up to receive my
well-deserved stroking and attention after having rid the
basement of a particularly tricky mouse.  One (or two, maybe
three at the very most!) claws hit skin instead of cloth.  Next
thing I know, I'm in the air, looking out for the wall!  

 
Landed on my feet, no thanks to that lousy, ungrateful bastard,
but my fur was significantly rumpled.  Took me the better part of
the afternoon to clean up.  I didn't feel any better even after
re-sharpening my claws on the convenient scratching post where
they sometimes sit together.

 
You know, on second thought, they don't deserve the pleasure of
my presence.  Perhaps I'll go see if they've thoughtfully left
the butter on the table for me. Maybe they can be forgiven, this
time.


~ Author's comments ~


The guidelines for the point-of-view portion of the Romance
Festival suggest that authors explain from whose viewpoint the
story is told.  I'll leave that as an (easy) exercise for the
reader.  ;-)


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