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A Lightning flash illuminates your room, followed closely by a boom that rattles the window frame. You pay little mind to either as you change into some comfy clothes and flop onto your bed. Outside a stout thunderstorm dishes out waves of wind and rain against the little town you were staying at, and against the inn you were sheltering in.
You'd moved to this small rural town looking for work and ended up working at a popular bar/inn, the same one you were staying the night at now. The bar owner said storms like this were rare in these parts, but no less dangerous. Since the inn barely had any guests, the owner suggested that all his staff hunker down here for the night instead of going home.
Not that the storm bothered you much, the region you came from had lots of them. In a way, you almost found them relaxing.
You'd just settled down and contented to watch the storm rage outside. The rain beating against the glass was like a soothing lullaby making you tired.
A sudden knock at your door breaks the spell. You sit up and frown, wondering who would want something at this late hour of night.
"Um... come in," you call.
The door cracks open and a familiar face peers in at you. It's one of the barmaids you'd been working closely with during your employment; a cute young local girl named Rachel.
"S...sorry to bother you... but can I... I come in?" she stammers seeming very nervous.
Once you get over the surprise of seeing your cute coworker calling on you in the middle of the night, you slide out of bed and invite her in. "Sure Rachel, please come in. Is something wrong?"
A sudden lightning bolt flashes outside with an accompanying BOOM! Rachel gives a frightened shriek and dashes into the room, slamming the door closed with her back against it.
Now you can see her properly, and your face begins to grow warm at the sight. Rachel was wearing her own bed time clothes, which tonight meant only a thin lavender shirt that was much too short, and a dark sporty thong. There wasn't much left to imagine as her tummy, legs, and most of her chest was in full view. Her orange and cream fur was silky smooth and glimmered in the orange candle light, and her red hair was loose and fell messily past her bare shoulders. Right now her slender frame was tense with fright, her eyes wide and dilated, and her tail was bristled like a brush.
Rachel glances down, her face mixed with embarrassment and her arms crossed attempting to cover her scantily clad form. "Th... this storm is pretty bad... I uh... I couldn't sleep... and thought... I should come check on you."
You smile sadly at her poor attempt to seem calm and quickly deduce what the real problem is.
"Thanks for your concern sweetie," you say sympathetically. "I'm uh... I'm ok... but I guess you don't like storms much."
Rachel bites her lip and curls her tail around her leg to make it look less agitated. "Yeah... um... I'm not overly fond of them..."
Another lightning flash and distant rumble makes her flinch. With her body quivering, Rachel starts to slide back toward your door. "Well, sorry I b... bothered you... I should probably... go..."
You quickly walk over toward the frightened kitty and put your hands on her shoulders. Her body stops shaking as she looks up into your face with wide eyes.
"Rachel... you don't have to go back to your room... if you don't want to," you say softly. "I uh... I'd enjoy the company."
You feel a portion of the stress leaving her body as her shoulders relax. Rachel leans forward a bit, placing her hands against your chest, her tail now wiggling eagerly.
"C... can I sleep here tonight.... with you?" she asks in a low voice.
Another thunderclap causes Rachel to jump with a cry. The next thing you know she's hugging you as tightly worn out pillow. Her arms wrap around your back and her entire chest is pressed against yours. Rachel's breasts squish modestly behind the thin shirt and her hips tremble as they brace against yours.
"It's ok sweetie," you console her, petting the top of her red head as her face is buried into your shoulder. "Nothing to feel ashamed about; thunder storms can be pretty frightening. You don't have to act cool for me."
"Bu... but you don't seem scared," she whimpers.
"Well... I grew up in a different region. We had lots of storms all the time, so I got used to them. Come on... let's get you in bed, you'll feel better."
Without any more coaxing, Rachel crawls into your bed and under the blankets. You hesitate for a moment before getting in yourself; the realization that this very attractive and very vulnerable girl was going to share a bed with you finally sank in and made your modesty rear up. But Rachel must have noticed (or else she really didn't want to be left alone) because she tugged you down into the covers with her.
"Come on... I don't wanna be by myself... y... you'll let me hold you tonight, right?"
"Yeah... of course. As much as you need."
With that you slide into bed and cuddle up close to her. Now your face was starting to feel really flushed, and your boxers starting to feel a bit tight. This cute girl you'd been working with for a while, that you'd admired and hoped to get close too, was actually in bed with you, almost naked, and hugging you as tight as she could.
"Ever since you started working here at the bar," Rachel whispered, "I've been trying to impress you. Since I was the more experienced employee, I wanted to look cool and reliable... maybe get you to notice me... but now I must seem like such a scaredy-cat."
You begin to gently stroke her back as you both hold each other close. "I did notice you sweetie... and you did impress me. Being afraid of a little thunder won't change anything. Just means now I get to be the one to help you out."
Realizing that your lower half was becoming very stiff, and that there's no way Rachel wouldn't notice as close as she was, you decide to take the next step.
"I... I really like you Rachel. I've liked you since my first day here; I just wasn't sure how to get closer to you."
"I'd say this is pretty close!" she says with a nervous laugh.
You chuckle at her unexpected joke. "Yeah it is... not how I imagined getting into bed with you... but I guess I can't complain."
With her face buried into your chest she mumbles something that sounds like "I really like you too." But before you can ask her to repeat it, another bolt of lighting strikes very close, making Rachel cry out in fright and hug you tighter.
The night draws on with the storm raging outside and no sign of slowing down. Eventually the candle you had on your bedside table burns out, leaving you and Rachel in semi-darkness. For you it was the perfect cozy scene; a soft bed, a warm beautiful girl in your arms, and a relaxing thunderstorm outside. But Rachel was still a frightened mess and you made sure to keep to your goal of helping her relax.
All through the storm you held her body close with one hand and stroked her soft fur with the other. Sometimes you'd both talk about different things to take her mind off her fears, sometimes you'd lay in silence and just feel each other's forms pressed. And sometimes, without really meaning too, you'd find yourself getting a bit handsy with her, stroking the arch of her back, feeling up her hips and legs, shifting your position to better feel her boobs squishing against you, or help your lower part be more comfortable. Rachel didn't seem to mind anything, no matter what you did. She just hugged you tighter, and in truth, the more you touched her, the more relaxed she seemed to become.
Then your hand strayed too far in one direction and you realized you were groping her soft butt. With a jolt you let go and instinctively tried to push her away.
"Ugh... sorry Rachel... I uh, didn't mean to grab you there."
She looks up at you with big purple eyes and gives you an understanding smile. "It's ok... I uh... I kind of expected a bit of groping. It's only natural, right? I'm the one who jumped into bed with you barely dressed. I'm actually surprised there hasn't been more. You've been... um... really hard down there the entire time."
Your face flushes red. "Ah... so you did feel that."
"Hard not to," she says with a giggle. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"No no, you needed my help," you insist. "Of course I love cuddling up close with you... I'll just try better at keeping my hands to myself. Don't wanna come across as a sleeze-ball that takes advantage of frightened girls."
Rachel slides close and hugs you again. "You aren't a sleeze-ball... you make me feel safe... and um... if you wanna get grabby... I don't mind too much. It actually helps me relax... gets my mind off the storm."
Rachel's voice takes on a sudden seductive tone that sends your thoughts into a crazed frenzy.
"Helps you relax huh? Well... if you insist... I sure could use a little help relaxing too."
"Then let me be here for you," she whispers into your ear. "Since you've been here for me."
The next moment you and Rachel are kissing each other, making out in an outpouring of pent up passion. The storm still carries on outside, but now it's mostly ignored by the both of you. Your mouth locks onto Rachel's lips and ravage her hungrily as your bodies tangle around each other like creeping vines. Her lithe form with silky smooth fur somehow becomes even more sensual and erotic as you no longer hold back. Your hands stroke and pet and caress every inch of her, and her hands do the same with you. With gentle motions you begin the delicate work of undressing her under the covers. A tug on her thong to bring it down under her butt cheeks, and a lift of her shirt to expose her soft perky breasts. Rachel doesn't protest to being stripped, once her own hands become free, she helps you finish it! Before long the lovely kitty is completely naked, embracing you with deep and unashamed longing, ever inch of her pressed against every inch of you.
Soon all the tension in her body is completely gone, wrung out like water from a cloth by your fiery touch. Every so often the thunder would clap loudly, causing Rachel to flinch, but you quickly go to work making her forget and relax all over again. In a short time she no longer flinches at the thunder. All you hear is her cute little moans, her squeaks of affection, and finally she even starts purring.
"Rachel... my sweet... how far do you want to go tonight?" you ask as you became aware that your own boxers were still on.
She stares at you with dewy eyes and an excited smile. "How far do you wanna go baby?"
Another thunder clap makes her flinch and brings you both out of the moment.
"Hmm... not all the way... not tonight," you decide.
For an instant Rachel looks a bit disappointed, but then she nods understandingly. "You shouldn't have to compete with a thunderstorm for my attention."
"And you should be able to fully enjoy the experience," you say kissing her on the cheek. "And besides, I still want to take you on a proper date."
Rachel glows under the kiss and at the mention of a date. "Oh, I know some great places around town! I could show you tomorrow if the weather clears up."
You chuckle at her sudden enthusiasm. "That sounds great sweetie."
Then she pulls you back close, puts her arms around your neck, and plants an affectionate kiss on your cheek. "Thanks for being so good to me... and for being patient. I'll definitely give you an amazing time the next night I'm in your room... and I won't even need a storm to help me into bed."
End
It's been far too long since I've drawn my cat girl OC Rachel, so here's a cute pic inspired by all the storms I've been getting in my area lately.
Being a cat, it's no surprise Rachel doesn't like storms. She just needs someone brave to cuddle up close with tonight, and she'll make it through fine.
Hope you all enjoy ^_^
A Lightning flash illuminates your room, followed closely by a boom that rattles the window frame. You pay little mind to either as you change into some comfy clothes and flop onto your bed. Outside a stout thunderstorm dishes out waves of wind and rain against the little town you were staying at, and against the inn you were sheltering in.
You'd moved to this small rural town looking for work and ended up working at a popular bar/inn, the same one you were staying the night at now. The bar owner said storms like this were rare in these parts, but no less dangerous. Since the inn barely had any guests, the owner suggested that all his staff hunker down here for the night instead of going home.
Not that the storm bothered you much, the region you came from had lots of them. In a way, you almost found them relaxing.
You'd just settled down and contented to watch the storm rage outside. The rain beating against the glass was like a soothing lullaby making you tired.
A sudden knock at your door breaks the spell. You sit up and frown, wondering who would want something at this late hour of night.
"Um... come in," you call.
The door cracks open and a familiar face peers in at you. It's one of the barmaids you'd been working closely with during your employment; a cute young local girl named Rachel.
"S...sorry to bother you... but can I... I come in?" she stammers seeming very nervous.
Once you get over the surprise of seeing your cute coworker calling on you in the middle of the night, you slide out of bed and invite her in. "Sure Rachel, please come in. Is something wrong?"
A sudden lightning bolt flashes outside with an accompanying BOOM! Rachel gives a frightened shriek and dashes into the room, slamming the door closed with her back against it.
Now you can see her properly, and your face begins to grow warm at the sight. Rachel was wearing her own bed time clothes, which tonight meant only a thin lavender shirt that was much too short, and a dark sporty thong. There wasn't much left to imagine as her tummy, legs, and most of her chest was in full view. Her orange and cream fur was silky smooth and glimmered in the orange candle light, and her red hair was loose and fell messily past her bare shoulders. Right now her slender frame was tense with fright, her eyes wide and dilated, and her tail was bristled like a brush.
Rachel glances down, her face mixed with embarrassment and her arms crossed attempting to cover her scantily clad form. "Th... this storm is pretty bad... I uh... I couldn't sleep... and thought... I should come check on you."
You smile sadly at her poor attempt to seem calm and quickly deduce what the real problem is.
"Thanks for your concern sweetie," you say sympathetically. "I'm uh... I'm ok... but I guess you don't like storms much."
Rachel bites her lip and curls her tail around her leg to make it look less agitated. "Yeah... um... I'm not overly fond of them..."
Another lightning flash and distant rumble makes her flinch. With her body quivering, Rachel starts to slide back toward your door. "Well, sorry I b... bothered you... I should probably... go..."
You quickly walk over toward the frightened kitty and put your hands on her shoulders. Her body stops shaking as she looks up into your face with wide eyes.
"Rachel... you don't have to go back to your room... if you don't want to," you say softly. "I uh... I'd enjoy the company."
You feel a portion of the stress leaving her body as her shoulders relax. Rachel leans forward a bit, placing her hands against your chest, her tail now wiggling eagerly.
"C... can I sleep here tonight.... with you?" she asks in a low voice.
Another thunderclap causes Rachel to jump with a cry. The next thing you know she's hugging you as tightly worn out pillow. Her arms wrap around your back and her entire chest is pressed against yours. Rachel's breasts squish modestly behind the thin shirt and her hips tremble as they brace against yours.
"It's ok sweetie," you console her, petting the top of her red head as her face is buried into your shoulder. "Nothing to feel ashamed about; thunder storms can be pretty frightening. You don't have to act cool for me."
"Bu... but you don't seem scared," she whimpers.
"Well... I grew up in a different region. We had lots of storms all the time, so I got used to them. Come on... let's get you in bed, you'll feel better."
Without any more coaxing, Rachel crawls into your bed and under the blankets. You hesitate for a moment before getting in yourself; the realization that this very attractive and very vulnerable girl was going to share a bed with you finally sank in and made your modesty rear up. But Rachel must have noticed (or else she really didn't want to be left alone) because she tugged you down into the covers with her.
"Come on... I don't wanna be by myself... y... you'll let me hold you tonight, right?"
"Yeah... of course. As much as you need."
With that you slide into bed and cuddle up close to her. Now your face was starting to feel really flushed, and your boxers starting to feel a bit tight. This cute girl you'd been working with for a while, that you'd admired and hoped to get close too, was actually in bed with you, almost naked, and hugging you as tight as she could.
"Ever since you started working here at the bar," Rachel whispered, "I've been trying to impress you. Since I was the more experienced employee, I wanted to look cool and reliable... maybe get you to notice me... but now I must seem like such a scaredy-cat."
You begin to gently stroke her back as you both hold each other close. "I did notice you sweetie... and you did impress me. Being afraid of a little thunder won't change anything. Just means now I get to be the one to help you out."
Realizing that your lower half was becoming very stiff, and that there's no way Rachel wouldn't notice as close as she was, you decide to take the next step.
"I... I really like you Rachel. I've liked you since my first day here; I just wasn't sure how to get closer to you."
"I'd say this is pretty close!" she says with a nervous laugh.
You chuckle at her unexpected joke. "Yeah it is... not how I imagined getting into bed with you... but I guess I can't complain."
With her face buried into your chest she mumbles something that sounds like "I really like you too." But before you can ask her to repeat it, another bolt of lighting strikes very close, making Rachel cry out in fright and hug you tighter.
The night draws on with the storm raging outside and no sign of slowing down. Eventually the candle you had on your bedside table burns out, leaving you and Rachel in semi-darkness. For you it was the perfect cozy scene; a soft bed, a warm beautiful girl in your arms, and a relaxing thunderstorm outside. But Rachel was still a frightened mess and you made sure to keep to your goal of helping her relax.
All through the storm you held her body close with one hand and stroked her soft fur with the other. Sometimes you'd both talk about different things to take her mind off her fears, sometimes you'd lay in silence and just feel each other's forms pressed. And sometimes, without really meaning too, you'd find yourself getting a bit handsy with her, stroking the arch of her back, feeling up her hips and legs, shifting your position to better feel her boobs squishing against you, or help your lower part be more comfortable. Rachel didn't seem to mind anything, no matter what you did. She just hugged you tighter, and in truth, the more you touched her, the more relaxed she seemed to become.
Then your hand strayed too far in one direction and you realized you were groping her soft butt. With a jolt you let go and instinctively tried to push her away.
"Ugh... sorry Rachel... I uh, didn't mean to grab you there."
She looks up at you with big purple eyes and gives you an understanding smile. "It's ok... I uh... I kind of expected a bit of groping. It's only natural, right? I'm the one who jumped into bed with you barely dressed. I'm actually surprised there hasn't been more. You've been... um... really hard down there the entire time."
Your face flushes red. "Ah... so you did feel that."
"Hard not to," she says with a giggle. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"No no, you needed my help," you insist. "Of course I love cuddling up close with you... I'll just try better at keeping my hands to myself. Don't wanna come across as a sleeze-ball that takes advantage of frightened girls."
Rachel slides close and hugs you again. "You aren't a sleeze-ball... you make me feel safe... and um... if you wanna get grabby... I don't mind too much. It actually helps me relax... gets my mind off the storm."
Rachel's voice takes on a sudden seductive tone that sends your thoughts into a crazed frenzy.
"Helps you relax huh? Well... if you insist... I sure could use a little help relaxing too."
"Then let me be here for you," she whispers into your ear. "Since you've been here for me."
The next moment you and Rachel are kissing each other, making out in an outpouring of pent up passion. The storm still carries on outside, but now it's mostly ignored by the both of you. Your mouth locks onto Rachel's lips and ravage her hungrily as your bodies tangle around each other like creeping vines. Her lithe form with silky smooth fur somehow becomes even more sensual and erotic as you no longer hold back. Your hands stroke and pet and caress every inch of her, and her hands do the same with you. With gentle motions you begin the delicate work of undressing her under the covers. A tug on her thong to bring it down under her butt cheeks, and a lift of her shirt to expose her soft perky breasts. Rachel doesn't protest to being stripped, once her own hands become free, she helps you finish it! Before long the lovely kitty is completely naked, embracing you with deep and unashamed longing, ever inch of her pressed against every inch of you.
Soon all the tension in her body is completely gone, wrung out like water from a cloth by your fiery touch. Every so often the thunder would clap loudly, causing Rachel to flinch, but you quickly go to work making her forget and relax all over again. In a short time she no longer flinches at the thunder. All you hear is her cute little moans, her squeaks of affection, and finally she even starts purring.
"Rachel... my sweet... how far do you want to go tonight?" you ask as you became aware that your own boxers were still on.
She stares at you with dewy eyes and an excited smile. "How far do you wanna go baby?"
Another thunder clap makes her flinch and brings you both out of the moment.
"Hmm... not all the way... not tonight," you decide.
For an instant Rachel looks a bit disappointed, but then she nods understandingly. "You shouldn't have to compete with a thunderstorm for my attention."
"And you should be able to fully enjoy the experience," you say kissing her on the cheek. "And besides, I still want to take you on a proper date."
Rachel glows under the kiss and at the mention of a date. "Oh, I know some great places around town! I could show you tomorrow if the weather clears up."
You chuckle at her sudden enthusiasm. "That sounds great sweetie."
Then she pulls you back close, puts her arms around your neck, and plants an affectionate kiss on your cheek. "Thanks for being so good to me... and for being patient. I'll definitely give you an amazing time the next night I'm in your room... and I won't even need a storm to help me into bed."
End
It's been far too long since I've drawn my cat girl OC Rachel, so here's a cute pic inspired by all the storms I've been getting in my area lately.
Being a cat, it's no surprise Rachel doesn't like storms. She just needs someone brave to cuddle up close with tonight, and she'll make it through fine.
Hope you all enjoy ^_^
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Feline (Other)
Size 1500 x 2200px
File Size 570 kB
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