Everyday on the way to work you see your friend, Kaz, on the bus. She’s a short, 4'8" ft tall, 42 year old anthropomorphic stoat with creamy white fur that has dark chocolate brown fur on her ears, the tip of her tail and from her calf’s down to her paws, she’s got longer fur on her cheeks, a long neck, a short muzzle with a black nose, two black furred eyebrows and magenta eyes with long black eyelashes. Despite her short stature, her figure is very… *thicc* and heavily bottom heavy, her breasts are small, but not too small, but her lower half is VERY large, with her hips extending very far past her shoulders and her thighs and buttocks being very… Well endowed to say the least, you could say she’s more butt than stoat, to the point where she’s always bumping into things with her rear end, she’s also got a plump, rounded belly that pushes out decently far, easily going past her breasts. She’s currently wearing her usual attire, a black tank top with dark green trim, black yoga pants with more dark green trim and dark green wristbands.

If there’s one fact that everyone should know about Kaz, is that She. Is. Married. She’s VERY happily married to her husband, who’s also an anthropomorphic stoat (though he’s a bit taller, standing at 5'1" ft tall) and she LOVES him with every fiber of her being, she’s never shy about talking about him, nor about showing affection towards him, but she also likes to tease him with her thiccness, she knows she’s got an amazing butt and loves to rub it in his face (quite literally sometimes) and he likes it too, he loves teasing her back too, though she usually wins.

Other then that however, she’s an absolute sweetheart, and a very, very proud mother of two daughters, both of whom are the reason for her excessive thiccness (she had two kids, both were big babies, and she’s been trying and trying and trying to lose weight since then, but she just can’t shake it, she’s instead chosen to keep herself fit in other ways, like doing yoga and eating healthy.) She’s very affectionate with her daughters too, she’s always giving them hugs and kisses and telling them how much she loves them.

She’s also a bit of a klutz, she’s always bumping into things with her rear end, and she’s always dropping things, she’s just… very clumsy, but she’s also very quick to laugh at herself, she’s never one to get embarrassed about her clumsiness, she just laughs it off and moves on.

But Kaz unfortunately has one, rather unfortunate flaw… She’s extremely sexually starved, and her husband isn’t always around to satisfy her needs, so even though she’s happily married, she’s also very sexually frustrated, and if something isn’t done soon, she’ll snap at the first person who gives her any sort of sexual attention… And today, that very well might happen…

You’ve arrived on the bus early as usual today, but… your dick has been bugging the hell out of you since you woke up, and you’re managing to keep it under control, but… it’s proving to be a bit difficult, especially since the bus is so crowded today, and you have yet to see Kaz…

Suddenly, as the bus reached it’s next stop, Kaz steps onto the bus, wobbling her thick hips as she does, her plump ass bouncing with each step as she began looking for an empty seat… Which… There was none… Except. Your. Lap. "Good morning, dear! I hope you don’t mind, but I am in desperate need of a seat…" she said with a teasing wink, her hips already pushing into yours as she turned around, her ass pressing against your lap as she sat down… Directly on your oversensitive cock.

"Oh… Oh my…" Kaz gasped, her ears twitching as she clearly felt you throbbing beneath her, her plush rear practically swallowing you whole as your cock began to rapidly swell beneath her yoga pants. "I-I’m sorry Kaz, I-" you began, but your cock suddenly tore open your zipper, escaping your pants and slipping in between her super thick thighs, pressing against her cooch through her yoga pants. "Ohhh myyy…" she moaned softly, her cheeks flushing pink as she glanced back at you with half-lidded eyes. "I think… I think someone’s been a bit pent up…"

Her plush thighs squeezed around your cock like a vice, her hips subtly grinding back against you as her tail flicked teasingly against your stomach. "I-I should probably move," Kaz murmured, but she made no effort to stand up—instead, her hips rolled ever so slightly, her thick ass jiggling against your lap with every tiny movement. The bus lurched forward, and she let out a soft whimper as the sudden jolt pressed your cock harder against her needy core. "O-Ohhhh…" she bit her lip, her small claws digging into your knees as she tried—and failed—to suppress another shuddering moan.

Around you, the other passengers remained oblivious, buried in their phones or lost in conversation. The hum of the bus engine and the chatter of strangers masked Kaz's increasingly erratic breathing as her tail curled around your wrist, tugging your hand toward her waistband. "Y-You wouldn’t… tell anyone, right?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and mischief. Her thick thighs parted just slightly—an invitation—and without anyone noticing, she used her claws to slice a hole in the crotch of her yoga pants, exposing her already dripping folds.

The scent of her arousal hit you instantly, warm and musky, as she positioned your much larger cock against her entrance with a shaky paw. "F-Fuck, just… just hold still," she pleaded, though her own hips betrayed her words, rocking back onto you with a gasp. The tight heat of her was almost unbearable, and she muffled a cry against her own forearm as she stood momentarily—only to drop back down, letting gravity take her as she sheathed you entirely. "S-Shit—! Ohhh, ohhh fuck, it’s so *deep*," she whined, her ears flattening against her head as she clenched around you.

Kaz's breathing was ragged now, her claws scrabbling for purchase on your thighs as she struggled to keep quiet. The bus hit another bump, and she nearly screamed, her walls fluttering wildly around you. "N-No, no, *no*—I’m gonna—!" Her whisper was frantic, her hips pistoning in tiny, desperate circles. You could feel her trembling, her tail lashing wildly behind her as she fought—and failed—to hold back. With a choked sob, she came hard, her whole body shuddering as she collapsed back against your chest, her yoga pants soaked and clinging to her thighs.

The scent of her release was thick in the air now, mingling with the faint musk of your own arousal. Kaz whimpered, her ears twitching at every rustle of fabric around them, terrified someone might turn and see her like this—blissed-out and impaled on you in the middle of a crowded bus. "Y-You’re... *ruining* me," she gasped, though the way her hips still rolled lazily against yours betrayed her delight. Her claws traced idle patterns on your legs, her breath hot against your neck. "I—I can’t even get up off you now... I can feel you in my throat," she admitted with a breathless giggle, her cheeks flushed darker.

A sharp jolt of the bus sent her bouncing slightly, and she muffled a yelp against your shoulder, her walls clamping down reflexively. "Fuck, *fuck*—don’t move, don’t move—!" she begged, her voice cracking as her body betrayed her again, shuddering through another wave of aftershocks. Her tail coiled tight around your wrist like a lifeline, squeezing almost painfully. "I—I didn’t think you’d actually *fit*," she confessed in a husky whisper, her hips twitching again despite herself. "H-Hubby’s gonna *kill* me..." But the way she ground down harder suggested she didn’t care one bit.

The bus slowed for the next stop, and Kaz stiffened, ears swiveling toward the sound of footsteps shuffling past. Her claws dug into your thighs as she held perfectly still, breath hitching—until the passenger moved on without a glance. She exhaled shakily, slumping against you. "Oh my goodness... we’re gonna get caught," she murmured, but the thrill in her voice was unmistakable. Her hips rocked experimentally, testing the limits, and she bit back a moan. "You’re *still* getting harder? How?! I—I can’t even..." Her words trailed off into a whimper as she realized just how thoroughly she’d trapped herself.

A sudden jolt sent her bouncing, and this time, she couldn’t suppress the high-pitched squeak that escaped her. Several heads turned—including the elderly ferret lady across the aisle, who blinked owlishly over her knitting. Kaz froze, ears flat, before forcing a strained smile. "Ahaha—just—uh—*period cramps*!" she lied, voice cracking. The ferret nodded sympathetically and went back to her yarn. Kaz’s entire body trembled with suppressed laughter—and something far needier. "Ohhh no, no, no..." she whispered, squirming as another wave of pleasure hit her. "I can’t—I can’t stop—!"

"Kaz…" you warned, gripping her hips, but she only whined, grinding down harder. "I *know*," she hissed, breath ragged. "But—but you’re *so* deep, and—and I *need*—" Her sentence dissolved into a shuddering gasp as she came again, her claws pricking your thighs. The bus lurched around a corner, and she slumped forward, forehead pressed against the seat in front of her, tail twitching erratically. "Mmf—*fuck*," she mumbled into the fabric. "How close are we to—to my stop? I—I can’t see clearly..."

The elderly ferret lady glanced over again, this time with a knowing smirk. "Young lady," she said dryly, "if you’re *that* cramped, you ought to see a doctor." Kaz’s ears burned crimson. "Y-Yes! Absolutely! V-Very good advice!" she squeaked, voice two octaves too high. The ferret snorted and returned to her knitting, muttering something about "kids these days." Kaz whimpered, her thighs trembling as she tried—and failed—to lift herself off you. "I—I think you broke me," she admitted in a tiny voice, her hips still making helpless little circles.

The bus screeched to another stop, and Kaz’s whole body seized up—her claws dug into the seat in front of her, her tail stiff as a board. "Nnnnf—*fuck*, that’s—that’s my stop," she gasped, her pupils blown wide. You could feel her walls fluttering around you, milking every last drop as she shuddered through another orgasm. "N-no more… it’s too much…" she slurred, but her hips kept grinding instinctively, chasing the high. You couldn’t hold back any longer—with a choked groan, you grabbed onto her waist and came hard inside her. Kaz let out a strangled yelp, her entire body locking up as her womb ballooned slightly under the sudden flood.

The bus doors hissed open. Kaz blinked dazedly, her ears flicking toward the sound. "Oh… oh no," she mumbled, her belly inflating larger with every twitch of your cock inside her, making her yoga pants strain visibly. "Sweet cheese and crackers…" She pressed a shaky paw against her swollen stomach, her breathing ragged. "I-I’m gonna… pop…" she whined, but the way her hips rocked back told you she *wanted* to. The ferret lady cleared her throat pointedly. Kaz squeaked and tried—and failed—to stand, her legs wobbling like jelly. "P-pick me up… please Matthew," she whispered desperately, her cheeks burning. "I can’t… walk…"

You slipped your hands under her arms, hoisting her up—but the moment you did, Kaz pulled her knees to her chest and clamped both paws over her crotch, her tail tucking between her thighs with a wet squish. "Nnnnf—*full*," she whimpered, her eyes rolling back slightly as another spurt leaked out around her fingers. The ferret lady sighed and tossed her a spare tampon from her purse. Kaz caught it with trembling paws, tears prickling at her eyes. "T-thank you… ma’am," she sniffled, stuffing it between her legs with a mortified grimace. "I’ll… get you a new one…"

"Kaz… my… my you know is still…" you muttered, staring at your still exposed, glistening cock. Kaz squeaked and wriggled out of your grip, landing on the bus floor with a soft *plap*. "Oh! Oh! Right!" she stammered, climbing onto your lap once again—this time facing you—and hastily tucking you back into your pants with both paws. Her movements were frantic, her claws catching on the fabric as she zipped you up with trembling fingers. "There! All—all fixed!" she chirped, her voice cracking.

The bus lurched again, and Kaz yelped as she crashed into you, your lips slamming together in a clumsy, accidental kiss. She froze—then whimpered, her paws rising to cup your face as she deepened it hungrily. "Mmmf—*sorry*," she mumbled against your mouth, her tongue flicking against yours for one delicious, guilty second before she pulled away, panting. "Ohhh no… I *really* shouldn’t have done that," she groaned, climbing off your lap with unsteady legs. "My..my stop… I need to—nnf—"

Before Kaz could even get close to the door, it quickly shut, and the bus began pulling away from the station. Kaz let out a weak sob, running quickly to the door and pressed her paws against the glass as she watched her stop disappear into the distance. "Noo… I’ll miss yoga class," she whined, sagging against the doors. Her thighs were still trembling, her yoga pants clinging uncomfortably—she shifted awkwardly, squeezing her legs together with a wet squish. The bus driver—a burly badger—glanced over at her momentarily before looking back at the road ahead. "Missed your stop, ma’am?" he asked gruffly.

Kaz’s ears pinned back as she nodded meekly. "Y-yes…" she mumbled, her tail flicking nervously behind her. The driver sighed. "Next one’s in ten minutes. Take a seat." Kaz squeaked and walked back to you pitifully, her head hung low. She flopped into your lap again—this time sideways—and buried her face in your shoulder with a groan. "Hold me…" she whimpered, her thighs still twitching every few seconds. The elderly ferret lady shook her head and muttered something under her breath about "kids these days." Kaz’s ears burned crimson, but she didn’t protest—just curled into you tighter.

After a few minutes of silence, Kaz sniffled and peeked up at you, her magenta eyes glossy. "M’sorry…" she mumbled, her paws fiddling with your shirt collar. "Didn’t mean to—mmf—make a mess." You chuckled and ruffled the fur between her ears. "It’ll be alright Kaz… right? I’m sure if you explain it to your husband—" Kaz suddenly stiffened, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks. "H-HUSBAND!" she gasped, her claws digging into your shoulders. "Ohhh no, ohhh no—I can’t tell him about this!" She wriggled in your lap, her tail lashing wildly. "Did I ever tell you what happened to his last three wives?!"

The bus hit a pothole, sending Kaz bouncing slightly—she clamped her thighs together with a wet squelch and whimpered. The ferret lady snorted, shaking her head as she packed up her knitting. Kaz shot her a pleading look. "Ma’am—please—this isn’t—nngh—what it looks like!" The ferret simply smirked and stood up as the bus slowed for the next stop. "Kid, I’ve been knitting since before you were born," she muttered, patting Kaz’s shoulder as she shuffled past. "If I had a nickel for every time I saw a stoat riding something she shouldn’t be… well. Let’s just say I could retire early."

Kaz’s ears flattened against her head as she slumped further into your lap, groaning. "Ohhhh, I’m *never* showing my face on this bus again," she mumbled into your chest. Her tail flicked anxiously behind her, the tip twitching like a metronome. You rubbed her back soothingly, only for her to suddenly stiffen and gasp. "WAIT—MY YOGA PANTS!" She immediately tucked her tail between her legs, desperately covering the gaping hole with both paws. "Sweet cheese and crackers, I *cannot* walk home like this!" she squeaked, her cheeks flushing darker.

"Kaz, here." You pulled off your hoodie and handed it to her—she blinked at you, then grinned sheepishly as she tied it around her waist like a makeshift skirt. "You’re a lifesaver," she sighed, nuzzling your shoulder before freezing mid-motion. "Ohhh no… I can *smell* myself on you." Her nose wrinkled, ears twitching in mortification. The bus hissed to another stop, and Kaz scrambled off your lap, wobbling on shaky legs. "Looks like this is my stop… you coming Kaz? Or…?" you asked hesitantly.

Kaz bit her lip, glancing down at her makeshift "skirt" and then back at you with a conflicted expression. "I… I should probably go home and clean up," she mumbled, her tail flicking nervously. "But… hubby’s working late tonight, and the girls are at Ruby’s house for the sleepover…" Her claws tapped anxiously against her thigh before she suddenly grabbed your wrist. "Actually—*no*, screw it, I’m already in trouble." She tugged you toward the exit with surprising strength. "You’re escorting me home *right now*. And if anyone asks, we *didn’t* just—*nngh*—" She shuddered mid-step, pressing a paw to her belly as your cum sloshed audibly inside her.

The badger driver raised an eyebrow as you passed. Kaz squeaked and tightened her grip on your arm. "Have a good day, sir!" she chirped, voice cracking as she speed-walked off the bus, her thighs rubbing together with every hurried step. The moment the doors hissed shut behind you, she sagged against a lamppost, panting. "Ohhhh my *goodness*," she groaned, pressing her forehead to the cool metal. "If it wasn’t for that tampon, I’d be *dripping* down my legs right now." Her tail twitched violently as another shudder ran through her.

You hesitated. "Kaz, we should—" "Nope! No, no, *no* talking!" she interrupted, flapping her paws frantically. "If we talk about it, it becomes *real*, and if it becomes real, I have to tell my husband, and if I tell my husband—" She made a strangled noise and mimed slicing her throat. "I do not want to end up as a single mother *or* a rug." She grabbed your wrist again and dragged you down the sidewalk, her gait unsteady. "We’re just gonna walk *really fast* to my house, and you’re gonna *not* mention this ever again."

Halfway down the block, you spoke up. "But Kaz—" She whirled on you, her ears flat. "*No*! What part of ‘no talking’ do you not—" Her words cut off as she looked at your attire—specifically, the suit you were wearing to work. Her magenta eyes widened. "Ohhhh no. *No*. You were heading to work, weren’t you?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Ohhh, I’m gonna get you fired *and* murdered!" She clutched her head, her tail flicking like a metronome. "This is *fine*," she lied, visibly shaking. "We’ll just… pretend this is *fine*."

You sighed heavily and slid your hands under her arms, lifting her up off the ground to your full 5'10" height—her legs instinctively kicking out slightly as she squeaked in surprise. Kaz looked up at you with wide eyes, her cheeks flushing pink. "What—what are you doing?" she stammered, her paws clutching at your forearms. You smiled warmly at her. "Please stay calm Kaz… I’m not upset, you’re not going to get me fired, and you’re definitely not getting me murdered." She blinked rapidly before her expression crumpled slightly. "Ohhh… I *hate* it when you’re nice to me," she mumbled, reaching out in open invitation for a hug.

You pulled her close—her thick, plush form instantly molding against yours—and she buried her face in your collarbone with a shuddering exhale. "I-I really am sorry," Kaz whispered, her tail curling loosely around your waist. "I don’t know what came over me—I *never*—" She swallowed hard, her claws kneading anxiously against your back. "It’s just… been *so long* since Hubby and I…" Her voice cracked, and she sniffled wetly against your shirt. "I didn’t mean to… *use* you." You chuckled softly and gently set her back down. "Kaz… look at me." She peeked up through her lashes, her ears drooping slightly. "You didn’t *use* me," you murmured, rubbing her shoulders reassuringly. "I’m pretty sure we *both* had fun."

Kaz blinked rapidly before her cheeks darkened further. "Y-You *did*?" she squeaked, her tail flicking behind her. "I mean—I *know* I did, but—" She gestured vaguely at your crotch, then froze mid-motion as realization dawned. "*Wait*. Ohhh no." Her paws flew to her mouth. "I *forgot* to—you didn’t—" Her ears flattened in horror. "Ohhhh, I’m *so* selfish! I didn’t even *ask* if you—!" You cut her off with a gentle squeeze of her shoulders. "Kaz. *Breathe*." She inhaled sharply, held it for three seconds, then exhaled in a rush. "Okay. Okay! I’m breathing!" she chirped, though she was fanning her flushed face with both paws.

The stoat glanced around nervously before taking your much larger hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. "L-Let’s just… get to my house before I *literally* explode," she mumbled, tugging you down the sidewalk again—this time at a slower pace, her thighs still rubbing together awkwardly with every step. "And *then* we can… I dunno… talk about how *terrible* I am?" she offered weakly, her magenta eyes flicking up at you. You chuckled and shook your head. "Kaz, you’re *not* terrible. You’re just…" You gestured vaguely at her dripping yoga pants. "*Overdue*." She groaned and covered her face with both paws. "*Ugh*, don’t *say* it like that!"

With that, you and Kaz began the thirty-minute walk to her house—though it took closer to an hour thanks to her occasional stops to press her thighs together with a whimper. You also called up your boss to request the rest of the day off—thankfully, he didn’t question it, and granted it without hesitation. After reaching her home, Kaz immediately ran up to her front door, fumbling with her keys—before realizing her pockets were empty. "Ohhhh *no*," she groaned, pressing her forehead against the doorframe. "I *left* them inside because I was running late!" She turned to you with watery eyes. "I—I swear I’m *usually* responsible!"

You chuckled and shook your head, taking out a paper clip from your pocket—one you always carried for emergencies—and bent it into a rough lockpick. "Kaz, do I have your permission to pick this lock?" you asked with a smirk. Kaz blinked rapidly before nodding enthusiastically. "Ohhh, *yes* please!" she whispered, her tail flicking excitedly. "That’s *so* hot—I mean, *practical*!" Her ears burned crimson as you worked the lock open in seconds. "Who *taught* you that?" she gasped, pressing close behind you. You turned and grinned down at her. "My mom surprisingly enough," you admitted.

Kaz wobbled inside, quickly snatching her keys from the bowl besides the door and nuzzling them to her chest with a relieved sigh. "Ohhh, sweet sweet keys," she murmured before glancing around her living room—her husband’s framed photo on the mantle made her ears droop instantly. "Ohhh no… now I feel *extra* guilty," she groaned, clutching her belly as another dribble escaped her ruined yoga pants. "You wouldn’t mind waiting downstairs while I… *clean up*?" Her claws tapped anxiously against her thigh. "And *maybe* have a moment to myself to cry as I scrub myself raw?"

You chuckled and ruffled the fur between her ears. "Take your time, Kaz," you murmured, nodding toward the couch. "I’ll just… wait here." She sniffled and threw herself at you in a sudden, tight hug. "*Thank you*," she whispered against your chest before practically sprinting upstairs—her footsteps faltered halfway, followed by a muffled "Ow! *Fuck*—my nose!" as she tripped on the carpet. You winced sympathetically before settling onto the couch—only to immediately realize how small everything was scaled for stoats. Your knees practically touched your chin.

Upstairs, the shower roared to life, followed by a sharp yelp and the sound of Kaz cursing under her breath. "Cold—*cold*—ohhh, why is it always cold first?!" Her grumbling faded into a sigh as the water presumably warmed up. A half an hour later, she padded downstairs in a dark green turtleneck sweater and a pair of black jeans—her fur still damp and clinging to her flushed cheeks. "Okay," she announced, twisting her paws together. "So, I *did* cry a little—but mostly because I stubbed my toe on the soap dish!"

You chuckled as she flopped onto the couch beside you—though she winced immediately when her sore muscles protested. "Ugh, *everything* hurts," she groaned, flopping her head onto your shoulder dramatically. "I blame *you*." Her tail flicked against your thigh playfully before she suddenly stiffened. "Wait—*ohhh no*—your hoodie!" Kaz bolted upright, eyes wide. "I left it upstairs—it’s *soaked*—I’ll wash it, I swear!" She scrambled to stand, but you tugged her back down gently.

Kaz blinked up at you, her ears twitching uncertainly. "You’re... *really* not mad?" she whispered, her claws kneading at the fabric of your sleeve. You shook your head, grinning. "Unless you plan on *actually* turning me into a rug, no." She snorted and swatted your chest weakly. "Oh, *shush*," she mumbled, though her smile was genuine. "I... I should probably make you lunch or something. Least I can do after *railroading* you into—" She gestured vaguely at her still-damp jeans with a wince.

You shook your head, tugging her closer. "Kaz, how about you do some yoga? You were *supposed* to be at class." Her magenta eyes widened slightly before she groaned, flopping backward against the cushions. "Ohhh, right—*yoga*," she muttered, rubbing her sore thighs. "I don’t think I can even *touch* my toes right now." She wiggled her legs experimentally before standing up and walking over to her entertainment center, pulling out a yoga mat. "Okay, but—*ow*—you’re *watching*," she announced, shooting you a playful glare. "No staring at my butt."

Kaz rolled the mat onto the floor and knelt down, stretching her arms forward with a soft groan. "Ohhhh, *there* we go," she sighed, her tail flicking lazily as she settled into a child’s pose. You smirked as her hips wiggled unconsciously—her sweater riding up just enough to reveal the waistband of her jeans. "Kaz… you’re wearing *jeans*," you pointed out dryly. She blinked, then flushed crimson. "And?!" she snapped, her ears twitching defensively. "My yoga pants are *ruined*, remember?! Besides, I—*nngh*—*stretching*!" She arched her back dramatically, her claws digging into the mat.

The stoat shifted into a downward dog, her sweater slipping further down her shoulders. "Okay, *fine*, maybe this wasn’t my smartest idea," she admitted breathlessly, her thighs trembling slightly. "But I *refuse* to let today ruin my streak!" Her tail curled upward as she lifted one leg into a wobbly three-legged dog pose—only to immediately collapse onto her stomach with a squeak. "*Ow*! My—my *everything*!" she whined, rolling onto her back and clutching her belly. You chuckled and knelt beside her. "Would you like a massage instead?" Kaz’s ears perked instantly. "*Yes*," she gasped, flopping onto her front like a starfish. "But *no funny business*!"

You rolled your eyes and settled beside her, starting with her calf’s and thighs. Kaz let out a low groan, her tail flicking lazily against your knee. "Ohhh, *right there*," she mumbled into the mat. "You have *magic paws*." Her muscles loosened beneath your fingers as you worked upward—only for her to suddenly stiffen when your thumbs brushed the base of her tail. "*Nnnf*—okay, *not* there!" she squeaked, scrambling onto her elbows. "That’s—that’s *dangerous* territory!" Her cheeks burned crimson as she adjusted her sweater defensively.

The stoat flopped back onto her stomach with a huff. "Just… stick to my shoulders, yeah?" she muttered, though her tail twitched nervously behind her. You chuckled and complied, kneading the tension from her shoulders as she melted into the mat. "Mmm… this is *almost* worth getting ruined on public transit for," she sighed, her voice drowsy. "You know… my Hubby never does this." The moment the words left her mouth, her ears flattened. "*Shit*. Did I just say that out loud?" She peeked over her shoulder at you with wide, guilty eyes.

You raised an eyebrow but kept massaging. "That’s not a bad thing, but he should really tend to your needs better." Kaz groaned and buried her face in the mat. "*Ugh*, don’t *say* it like that!" she whined, her claws kneading at the fabric. "Now I feel *worse*." She shifted slightly, her hips wiggling unconsciously. "He’s just… *busy* with work a lot," she mumbled defensively, though her voice lacked conviction. "And I—I *get* it, okay? It’s not like I *need* it every day…" Her sentence trailed off into a whimper as your thumbs dug into a particularly tight knot.

Kaz shuddered, her tail curling around your wrist briefly before she sighed and relaxed fully. "Okay… *fine*," she admitted in a small voice. "Maybe I’ve been a *little* pent-up." She peeked up at you through her lashes, her ears twitching guiltily. "But that doesn’t *excuse* what I did!" You chuckled and rubbed between her shoulder blades. "Kaz, you didn’t *force* me." She blinked rapidly before her expression crumpled slightly. "Ohhh, *stop* being nice!" she groaned, flopping onto her side to face you. "I *hate* when you make me feel *less* terrible!"

Her tail flicked anxiously as she chewed her lower lip. "What if… what if *this* is why Hubby’s been distant?" she whispered, her claws kneading at the mat. "Maybe he *knows* I’m… like *this*." You shook your head firmly. "Kaz, *no*—this isn’t some moral failing." She sniffled and curled into herself slightly. "*Feels* like one," she mumbled, her ears drooping. "I *married* him, and then I—*nngh*—" Her words dissolved into a frustrated growl as she buried her face in her paws.

"Kaz…" You reached out, gently prying her claws away from her face. "Look at me." She peeked up reluctantly, her magenta eyes glossy. "You’re *not* a bad wife," you murmured, brushing a thumb over her cheek. "You’re just… *human*." Kaz snorted wetly. "*Stoat*, actually," she corrected weakly, though her tail flicked with a hint of amusement. "You’re the only human in this—*ohhh*." Her breath hitched as you scratched behind her ears, her body instinctively arching into the touch. "*Cheater*," she whined, but her purr betrayed her.

The stoat flopped onto her back with a sigh, staring at the ceiling. "Okay… hypothetical," she began, tapping her claws against her belly. "If I *did* tell Hubby about… today… how do you think he’d react?" You raised an eyebrow. "Well how did he react to his last three wives?" Kaz’s ears pinned back instantly. "*Badly*," she squeaked, rolling onto her side to face you. "But—but that was *different*! They never cheated—they just… weren’t good partners!" She gestured wildly before freezing. "*Wait*—does this *count* as cheating?!"

You shrugged. "Depends—did you enjoy it?" Kaz’s face burned crimson as she sputtered incoherently. "*That’s* your metric?!" she shrieked, swatting your arm. "Ohhh, you’re *terrible*!" She buried her face in her paws, her tail lashing behind her. "I—I *hate* that I can’t even *lie* about that!" you chuckled and ruffled the fur between her ears. "Kaz, you’re overthinking this." She peeked through her fingers with a whine. "*Easy* for you to say! You’re not the one who—*nngh*—" Her thighs squeezed together reflexively.

You sighed heavily and sat down, legs crossed before picking up Kaz and cradling her like a toddler against your chest. Her entire body stiffened before melting against you with a shuddering exhale. "O-okay… *fine*, maybe I *am* overthinking," she mumbled into your shirt, her claws kneading at your sleeve. "But… what if he *does* find out?" Her voice cracked slightly as she glanced at the mantle again. "I—I *love* him, Matthew. I don’t wanna *lose* him."

You gently rubbed circles between her shoulder blades. "Well… when you’ve hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up, right? So… perhaps you should tell him—after all… an honest stoat is a happy stoat." Kaz groaned and bonked her forehead against your collarbone. "*Ohhh*, that was *so* corny," she whined, though her tail flicked with reluctant amusement. "But… maybe you’re right. I *should* talk to him." Her claws tapped nervously against your forearm. "Just… not *today*. Today’s been… *a lot*."

"Kaz…" You hesitated, then smirked. "You should tell him. Tonight. Over dinner." Kaz’s ears shot upright. "*WHAT?!*" she squeaked, scrambling upright in your lap. "Matthew, are you *trying* to get me *killed*?!" You chuckled and tugged her back down. "No—but I *am* trying to get you to stop catastrophizing. Besides… the longer you wait to tell him, the worse of a person you’ll look when you actually tell him." Kaz froze, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks. "*Ohhh no*," she whispered, her claws digging into your shirt. "You’re *right*. Ohhh, I’m *so* screwed!"

She flopped back against you with a groan, her tail twitching anxiously. "*Fine*," she mumbled, pressing her forehead to your collarbone. "But if things go wrong… I need your phone number so I can call you to come get me before I get turned into a rug." You snorted and pulled out your phone, allowing her to write down your number with trembling paws. Kaz stared at the digits like they were a death sentence before sighing. "*Okay*… time to cook the *nicest* dinner ever," she muttered, sliding off your lap with unsteady legs. "You however… need to *leave* before I lose my nerve."

But, just before you could stand back up, Kaz lunged forward and grabbed your face, crashing her lips against yours in a desperate, sloppy kiss. She pulled away just as quickly, her ears burning crimson. "*Sorry*—that was—*nngh*—just in case!" she squeaked, her paws flapping nervously. "Now *go*—before I do something *even stupider*!" You chuckled and ruffled her ears one last time before heading toward the door. Kaz wobbled after you, her tail flicking anxiously. "And—and *thank you*," she blurted out suddenly, her claws twisting in her sweater. "For… y'know… not judging me *too* hard."

At the threshold, you paused and glanced back—Kaz was chewing her lower lip raw, her magenta eyes glossy with unshed tears. "Would you like another hug to calm your nerves?" you offered softly. The stoat sniffled before practically throwing herself at you, her small frame trembling against yours. "*Yes*," she whimpered into your chest, her claws clutching at your back. "*Damn you* for being so nice—now I feel *worse*!" You laughed and squeezed her gently before pulling away, patting her head one final time. "Good luck tonight, Kaz."

She rubbed her eyes with her sweater paws, nodding weakly. "*Mmm*. Yeah, yeah—just *go*," she muttered, shooing you toward the door. "And don’t—*nngh*—don’t you *dare* ghost me after this!" Her tail flicked anxiously behind her as you stepped onto the porch. "Wouldn’t dream of it," you assured her with a wink before shutting the door behind you—just in time to catch her muffled squeal of frustration through the wood.

And so… Kaz began the longest afternoon of her life. She scrubbed every inch of the house twice, rearranged the pantry obsessively, and cooked the wildest assortment of her Hubby’s favorite dishes—plating them with trembling paws. By the time his key turned in the lock at 7:03 PM, she was curled in a nervous ball on the couch, tail wrapped tightly around her waist. "*Ohhhh*," she whimpered into her paws as footsteps approached. "Deep breaths, Kaz… deep breaths—*oh fuck*, I can’t breathe!"

Her Hubby—a broad-shouldered pine marten with tired eyes—paused in the doorway, sniffing the air suspiciously. "…Kaz, Honey? How come you’re so sweaty? Are you feeling alright?" His deep voice sent a guilty shudder down her spine. Kaz squeaked and bolted upright, her ears twitching wildly. "*Me*? Ohhhh, I’m *fine*! Just—just did a *lot* of yoga today! Super intense!" She gestured vaguely at the dining table, her claws shaking, before blurting: "Dinner’s ready! And—and we *need* to talk!"

The pine marten blinked slowly, hanging up his coat with deliberate calm. "Alright," he rumbled, loosening his tie. "Talk about what?" Kaz’s tail flicked like a metronome gone haywire as she wrung her paws. "*Well*—you see—" She inhaled sharply, then exhaled in a rush. "So there’s this *human* on my bus—" Her Hubby’s ear twitched. "*And*?" he prompted, his tone dangerously neutral. Kaz’s entire body stiffened before she crumpled onto her knees with a wail. "*I’m so sorry!*" she sobbed, pressing her forehead to the floor. "I *rode* him—like, *rode rode* him, on the bus, and I *can’t stop thinking about it*—"

Her husband froze mid-step toward the dining table. For three agonizing seconds, the only sound was Kaz’s hyperventilation before he suddenly burst into deep, rumbling laughter—the kind that shook his entire frame. Kaz peeked up through her lashes, utterly bewildered. "*Wait*—why are you—*laughing*?!" she squeaked. Wiping tears from his eyes, he crouched to scoop her into his arms. "*Oh* Kaz," he chuckled, nuzzling her damp forehead. "Sitting on someone elses lap isn’t *cheating*." Kaz’s ears shot upright as her pupils dilated. "*Ohhhh no*," she whispered in dawning horror. "You—you *misunderstood*—"

The pine marten blinked, then went very still as realization crept across his face. "*Kaz*," he said slowly, setting her down with sudden care. "Please tell me you didn’t actually… *ride him* ride him." Kaz’s tail lashed violently as she hugged herself. "*I’m so sorry*," she whimpered, tears dripping onto her sweater. "It was *so* crowded, and—and there was no more seating—" Her husband inhaled sharply through his nose, his claws flexing at his sides. "*Okay*," he gritted out, visibly restraining himself. "Let’s… unpack this. Tell me *exactly* how it happened."

Kaz sniffled, her claws twisting in her sweater. "*Well*," she squeaked, "when I got on the bus, my usual seat was taken, and—and Matthew was sitting there, and—" She gestured weakly. "And since he was my friend, I naturally assumed it would be *okay* to sit on his lap—but then—*nngh*—" She covered her face with both paws. "Something was up with his… his *rod*!" she blurted, her ears flattening in shame. "Like, *really* up! And—and then I felt it harden beneath my butt!" Her husband’s expression darkened dangerously. "*Go on*," he growled, his voice dangerously low.

Kaz shuddered, her tail curling tightly around her waist. "I—I *couldn’t* stop, Hubby! The smell… the sheer size of him—it drove me *insane*!" she wailed, her claws kneading at her thighs. "He was *so* warm, and—and when it broke free of his pants, I just—*nngh*—*took him*!" Her husband’s grip on the dining chair tightened until the wood groaned. "*And*?" he prompted through clenched teeth. Kaz whimpered, shrinking in on herself. "*And* I sliced open my yoga pants," she whispered, "so he could… put it in me properly." The silence that followed was deafening.

The pine marten exhaled slowly, his tail twitching like a live wire. "Kaz," he said, voice eerily calm, "was it him? Or did *you* put it in?" She hiccuped, pressing her paws to her mouth. "*I* did," she admitted in a tiny voice. "But—but he didn’t stop me!" Her husband’s claws dug into the tablecloth. "*Fuck*, Kaz—you *forced* yourself on him?!" Kaz’s ears pinned back. "*No*! I mean—yes, but—*he liked it*!" she cried, her tail lashing defensively. "He grabbed my waist and—and came *inside* me like I was—" Her words dissolved into a sob as her husband recoiled.

The pine marten dragged a paw down his face. "Fuck, Kaz…" he muttered, his anger visibly deflating into exhaustion. "You *know* how I feel about cheating." She crumpled onto the floor, hugging her knees. "*I know*," she whispered, her voice raw. "But… I *needed* it." Her husband’s ears flicked at the desperation in her tone. "Needed it *that* bad?" he asked quietly, crouching beside her. Kaz sniffled, her claws digging into her jeans. "*Yes*," she admitted. "You’ve been gone so much… and when I’m *that* pent-up, I—" She shuddered. "I *lost control*."

He sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "So what now?" he asked, voice weary. Kaz peeked up, her magenta eyes shimmering with hope. "I… I don’t know," she admitted softly. "But I *can’t* lose you." Her husband studied her for a long moment before exhaling sharply. "I’m also sorry," he murmured, surprising her. Kaz blinked. "*You*? Sorry for *what*?" He glanced away, tail twitching guiltily. "The… the reason why I’ve been distant. I… I’ve been dating other women."

Kaz’s ears shot upright as she gaped at him. "*WHAT?!*" she screeched, launching to her feet. "You—you *bastard*!" Her claws unsheathed reflexively, but he caught her wrists before she could swipe. "I *know*," he admitted, voice cracking. "But I couldn’t… *perform* with you anymore. Not with how *big* you got after the girls were born." Kaz froze mid-struggle, her breath hitching. "So… so you *left* me to starve?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "While you not only had sex with others… but dated them?!"

Her husband released her wrists, running a paw through his fur. "*No*—I tried to fix it," he admitted gruffly. "Doctor visits. Therapy. But when nothing worked… I panicked." Kaz’s tail lashed violently before she suddenly barked a bitter laugh. "Ohhh, *this* is rich!" she spat, pacing like a caged animal. "You *screwed* around because you couldn’t handle your *fat* wife? And yet *I’m* the one who—" Her voice cracked as she gestured wildly at her ruined jeans. "*Fuck*! Now I know exactly what Matthew meant about being honest sooner!"

The pine marten winced, ears flattening. "Kaz… what are you saying?" he asked carefully. She whirled on him, claws trembling. "Ma-Matthew told me that telling you now instead of hiding it forever meant I still had a chance!" she hiccuped, wiping her nose with her sleeve. "That I could be redeemed and forgiven if I was honest!" Her husband’s expression darkened with realization. "*Wait*—so you only confessed *because* he told you to?" Kaz flinched, her ears drooping. "*No*—yes—*nngh*—I was going to tell you anyway! He just… helped me see *how*!"

The pine marten exhaled sharply through his nose before grabbing Kaz’s paws abruptly—not roughly, but firmly enough to still her frantic pacing. "Listen," he growled, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You *did* cheat. And I *did* cheat. But I *also* lied—actively—for *months*. So… so where does that leave us?" Kaz sniffled, her claws twitching in his grip. "*I* don’t know," she whispered. "But… but I still love you." His grip loosened slightly. "*Do* you?" he murmured. "Or do you just love not being alone?"

Kaz recoiled like she’d been slapped. "How dare *you*…" she hissed, wrenching her paws free. "After *starving* me for *years*, lying to me… cheating *properly*—you have the *gall* to question *my* love?!" Her husband flinched, tail curling defensively. "*Fair*," he admitted gruffly. "But answer me this—when you rode that human… did you *think* of me? Even once?" Kaz’s ears flattened as her breath hitched. "*No*," she admitted in a tiny voice. "But it’s not like you were thinking of *me* when you—"

The pine marten suddenly pulled her into a crushing hug, his nose buried in her scruff. "*Fuck*," he rasped, claws trembling against her back. "We’re *both* terrible." Kaz stiffened before shoving him away weakly. "*Speak for yourself*," she sniffled, wiping her eyes. "I actually felt guilty for my actions! I came to you the *day* it happened!" He sighed, running a paw down his muzzle. "*Kaz*," he murmured, voice raw. "Do you… *want* to fix this?"

She hesitated, tail flicking anxiously. "*Yes*," she whispered, then hesitated. "But… I can’t do this anymore—the lying, the starving, the pretending everything’s fine when it’s *not*." Her husband winced, ears drooping. "*Neither* can I," he admitted quietly. "So… what now?" Kaz chewed her lip, glancing at the untouched dinner table—then at the front door. "*Now*," she said slowly, "I need space. I’m going to stay with Matthew for a few nights."

Her husband stiffened. "*Matthew*?" he repeated, voice dangerously low. "The same human you *rode* on the bus?" Kaz’s ears flattened defensively. "*Yes*," she snapped. "Because unlike *you*, he actually gives a dam about my needs!" The pine marten exhaled sharply, claws flexing—then unclenching. "*Fine*," he gritted out. "But if you *sleep* with him—" Kaz whirled on him, magenta eyes blazing. "It will be none of your *business*," she hissed. "Just like it wasn’t any of my business when *you* dated other women!"

The silence stretched painfully before Kaz turned away with a shuddering breath. "Don’t call… visit… *nothing*," she muttered, grabbing her purse with trembling paws. "I’ll… I’ll text you when I’m ready to talk." Her husband’s tail lashed once—then stilled. "*Okay*," he said quietly, stepping aside as she brushed past him toward the door. Kaz hesitated with her paw on the knob, shoulders hunched. "Just know… if I do end up sleeping with Matthew," she whispered hoarsely, "you should take it as my answer."

Her husband flinched but nodded stiffly. "*Fair*," he rasped, claws digging into the doorframe. Kaz inhaled sharply—then exhaled in a rush before wrenching the door open and stumbling into the night. The cold air hit her damp fur like a slap, and she gasped, hugging herself tightly as she fumbled for her phone. "C-come on, Kaz," she whimpered, texting you with numb fingers. "*Please* pick up… please—" Her breath hitched as you replied instantly: *On my way.*

The pine marten watched from the doorway, his silhouette rigid with tension as Kaz cried silently to herself, her shoulders shaking while she waited for you to arrive. "Kaz…" he murmured after a long moment, his voice cracking. She stiffened but didn’t turn around. "*Don’t*," she whispered, her claws tightening around her phone. "Not now." He swallowed hard before retreating into the house with a heavy sigh—just as your car rounded the corner, headlights illuminating her tear-streaked face.

Kaz scrambled toward the passenger side before you’d even stopped, yanking the door open and collapsing onto the seat with a shuddering gasp. "*Drive*," she choked out, clutching her knees like a frightened child. You didn’t ask questions—just shifted into gear and pulled away, leaving her husband’s silhouette shrinking in the rearview mirror. "H-his name is Erik," Kaz suddenly blurted, her claws digging into her thighs. "*What*?" you asked, glancing at her sideways. She hiccuped, rubbing her nose violently. "My—my *husband’s* name. It’s Erik. And—and I don’t think I can call him Hubby anymore."

Rain began pattering against the windshield as Kaz curled into herself, her tail wrapping tightly around her waist. "He *cheated* first," she whispered, her voice raw. "*Months* of it. With—with *dating* and everything." Your grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Kaz…" She shook her head violently. "*Don’t*, okay? Just—just take me *home*," she pleaded, her ears flattening. "Your home. Not *his*." You exhaled slowly, flicking on your turn signal. "Alright," you murmured, changing course toward your apartment. Kaz’s breath hitched as she stared out the window. "*Thank you*," she whispered—then promptly burst into tears.

Her claws scrabbled at the seatbelt as she doubled over, sobbing into her paws. "*I’m so stupid*," she hiccuped, her tail lashing wildly. "All—all that guilt for *nothing*!" You reached over, gently squeezing her trembling shoulder. "Hey. Your guilt was *real*," you murmured. "That counts." Kaz sniffled wetly before letting out a bitter laugh. "*Wow*, what a *great* wife I am—guilty but still *doing it*!" She slammed her forehead against the dashboard with a dull thud. "*Fuck*! Why does *everything* hurt?!"

The rain intensified as you pulled into your driveway, the downpour obscuring the streetlights. Kaz stared blankly at your apartment building, her ears twitching. "*This* is where you live?" she asked dully. "It’s… smaller than I imagined." You chuckled and killed the engine. "Not everyone can afford stoat-scaled furniture." She blinked before letting out a weak, watery giggle. "*Shut up*," she muttered, swatting your arm halfheartedly. "I—I wasn’t *judging*! Just… surprised you’d invite me into your… *den*." Her voice cracked on the last word as fresh tears welled up.

Kaz hesitated at your doorstep, claws digging into her sweater sleeves. "Matthew…" she whispered hoarsely. "What if—what if I *can’t* do this? What if I’m just running?" You unlocked the door and nudged it open with your foot. "Then you’re running toward something, not away," you murmured, guiding her inside. She wobbled over the threshold before freezing—her nose twitching violently. "*Ohhh*," she breathed, pupils dilating as she inhaled deeply. "It *smells* like you in here…" Her tail flicked anxiously before she suddenly buried her face in your couch cushions with a shuddering moan. "*Too much*," she whimpered. "It’s—it’s *everywhere*."

You chuckled and tossed her a blanket from the armchair. "You’re *exhausted*, Kaz. Just… breathe." She clutched the fabric to her chest, inhaling shakily before letting out a wet laugh. "*Breathe*? That’s your *advice*?" Her claws snagged the threads as she twisted it nervously. "Matthew, I just *imploded* my marriage because I couldn’t keep my *pants* on—literally!" You shrugged and rummaged through your fridge. "*Technically*, you cut your pants open. That’s initiative." Kaz groaned and flopped onto her back, tail thumping against the cushions. "*Ugh*, why are you *like this*?" she whined, though her lips twitched upward.

A moment later, you nudged her ankle with a chilled root beer bottle—her favorite. Kaz blinked at it like it was a lifeline before snatching it greedily, pressing the cold glass to her flushed forehead with a shuddering sigh. "*Bless you*," she mumbled, cracking it open with her teeth. You settled beside her, careful not to crowd her. "So," you murmured as she took a long swig. "Now what?" Kaz’s ears drooped as she stared into the fizzing liquid. "*Now*," she whispered, "I wait to see if Erik even *wants* me back." Her claws tapped nervously against the bottle. "And… I figure out if *I* even want *him*."

She glanced sideways at you, her magenta eyes glistening. "*Stupid question*," she murmured, tail curling around her thigh. "But… do you find me attractive? Like… *actually*?" You snorted and ruffled the fur between her ears. "Kaz, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met—well… except my mother." She choked on her root beer before swatting your arm with a wet laugh. "*Gross*! You ruined it!" But her tail flicked against your knee regardless, lingering just a second too long.

The rain drummed harder against the windows as Kaz exhaled shakily, her claws tracing condensation patterns on the bottle. "*Hypothetically*," she whispered, ears flattening, "if I… if I stayed here tonight… where would I sleep?" You gestured to the couch with a smirk. "Either the couch, or my bed—with me in it." Kaz’s ears shot upright as her fur fluffed out. "*Matthew*!" she squeaked, nearly dropping her drink. "*Wh-what kind of offer is that*?!" You chuckled and leaned back. "The honest kind. I’d rather not put you in the supply closet."

She stared at you for a long moment before letting out a weak giggle, her tail flicking nervously. "*You’re* impossible," she muttered, rubbing her damp cheeks. "But… thank you. For not treating me like… like *damaged goods*." You nudged her shoulder gently. "You’re not damaged, Kaz. Just human—well, stoat. Same difference." She sniffled, curling tighter into herself. "*Mmm*. Tell that to my marriage license." Outside, thunder rumbled ominously as the power flickered—before plunging the room into complete darkness. Kaz yelped and instinctively latched onto your arm, her claws digging in. "*Shit*! Was that—was that *lightning*?!"

You chuckled in the dark, patting her trembling paw. "Relax, it’s just a power outage. Happens all the time here." Kaz exhaled shakily, her grip loosening slightly. "*Ohhh*, perfect," she muttered sarcastically. "First my life falls apart, now the *universe* agrees." Her breath hitched as another thunderclap shook the windows. "*Fuck*—okay, new plan," she blurted, scrambling closer. "I’m sleeping in your bed. *With* you. But—but *strictly* platonically!" You could practically hear her ears burning in the dark. "Whatever you say, Kaz," you murmured, scooping her up as she squeaked in surprise.

She clung to your neck like a lifeline as you navigated toward the bedroom, her nose pressed against your collarbone. "*Mmm*… you smell *good*," she mumbled drowsily, then stiffened. "*Wait*—ignore that! I didn’t—*nngh*—*shut up*, Kaz!" You pushed open your bedroom door with your foot, depositing her onto the mattress. "Hush now… just sleep," you murmured, tugging the blanket over her shivering form. Kaz curled into a tight ball, her tail flicking against your thigh. "*Mmm*… ‘s cold," she whined, her voice already slurring with exhaustion.

Rain lashed against the window as thunder rumbled again—and Kaz practically launched herself into your arms with a squeak. "*Okay*—*not* platonically!" she gasped, her claws kneading your chest. "Hold me *properly* or I swear I’ll—*nngh*—*bite* you!" You chuckled and wrapped your arms around her, her frantic heartbeat gradually slowing against yours. "*Better*?" you murmured into her ear. She sniffled and nodded, her breath warm against your neck. "*Stupid* human," she muttered—but her tail coiled around your waist possessively.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence until Kaz suddenly stiffened. "*Matthew*," she whispered urgently, "what if… what if Erik *doesn’t* want me back?" You stroked the fur between her ears gently. "Then it’s his loss," you murmured. Kaz’s claws flexed against your shirt. "*And*… what if *you* don’t want me afterward?" Her voice cracked on the last word. You sighed and tipped her chin up—just enough to see her glistening eyes in the dim light. "Kaz," you said softly, "unless you’re willing to move on *completely*, I won’t let us cross that line tonight."

She exhaled shakily before pressing her forehead against your chest. "*Damn you*," she muttered, tail flicking irritably. "Always so *reasonable*." Thunder rolled again, and she flinched before burrowing deeper into your embrace. "*Fine*," she grumbled. "But—but we’re starting as boyfriend and girlfriend *immediately* if I choose you over him." You chuckled low in your throat. "Deal." Kaz groaned and swatted your shoulder. "*Ugh*, why are you making this *easy*?!" she whined. "It’s *supposed* to be messy and dramatic!"

Her claws kneaded your shirt absently as the storm raged outside. "*Mmm*… Matthew?" she murmured after a long silence. "Take off your pants." You froze mid-breath. "*Excuse* me?" Kaz nuzzled your collarbone with a sleepy sigh. "You’re my boyfriend *now*," she mumbled. "Which means you have a list of needs to fulfill—starting with filling my cunt with your *monstrous* cock."

You chuckled darkly and wrapped an arm tighter around her waist. "*Kaz*," you murmured, "you're *barely* coherent." She whined high in her throat, her tail flicking impatiently against your thigh. "I’ll be perfectly *coherent* once you—*nngh*—once you *split me open*," she slurred, her hips grinding weakly against yours.

Her breath hitched when you traced the curve of her ear with your thumb instead. "Are you sure? Because you *just* said we’re starting as boyfriend and girlfriend," you teased. Kaz growled and nipped your collarbone in frustration. "And in my *culture*, that *means* mounting me *immediately*!" she hissed, her claws digging into your ribs.

You chuckled and flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists as she squirmed. "*Kaz*," you murmured, watching her pupils dilate violently. "You’re not even divorced yet." She whimpered, her tail thrashing beneath her. "*So*?" she panted. "You—you *heard* him—he *cheated first*!" Her hips arched desperately when your knee brushed between her thighs. "*Please*," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Don’t leave me starved and in *pain*..."

You exhaled sharply and released her wrists, rolling onto your back. "Fine… but you’re on top," you muttered, tugging your pants down just enough. Kaz’s breath hitched—then she threw off the blanket with a feral little growl. "*Finally*," she hissed, straddling you in one fluid motion. Her claws raked down your chest as she leaned in, her breath hot against your lips. "*You*," she snarled, grinding her soaked jeans against your cock, "are the *worst* tease."

The storm outside reached a crescendo as Kaz yanked her turtleneck sweater over and off in one frantic motion, her fur fluffed out in desperate arousal. "And *these*," she panted, suddenly cupped both of her small breasts, squeezing them together as her nipples hardened visibly in the dim light, "what do you think of *these*?" You groaned and palmed them roughly, kneading the soft furred mounds. "*Perfect*," you growled. "Like the rest of you." Kaz shuddered, her hips stuttering against yours. "*Liar*," she whimpered—but arched into your touch regardless.

Her claws scrabbled at her belt as she frantically unfastened it, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "*Fuck*—fuck, *fuck*," she chanted under her breath, her thighs trembling as she wriggled out of her ruined jeans. The moment they were off, she pressed her dripping slit against your throbbing length with a broken moan. "*Feel* that?" she gasped, grinding herself along you messily. "That’s *all* for you—*nngh*—has been since the *bus*!" You gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks, your cock twitching against her heat. "*Kaz*," you warned, your voice thick. "Last chance to—"

She cut you off with a desperate snarl, lunging forward and wrapping her arms around your neck as she kissed you violently. "*Shut up*," she panted against your lips, her tail thrashing wildly. "Just—just *fill me* already!" With that, she straightened back up and positioned herself over you—then sank down in one brutal motion, her walls clamping around you like a vice. Kaz threw her head back with a guttural cry, her entire body shuddering. "*YES*—*fuck*, *yes*!" she wailed, her claws digging into your shoulders. "It’s—it’s *even bigger* than I remembered!"

You groaned and bucked upward instinctively, your hands gripping her waist as she bounced wildly atop you. "*Fuck*, Kaz—you’re *so* tight," you gritted out, watching her breasts bounce with each frantic movement. She gasped and dug her claws deeper into your skin, her hips stuttering erratically. "*Harder*!" she sobbed, her tail lashing against the bed. "I—I need to *feel* it—*nngh*—*tomorrow*!" Outside, lightning flashed—illuminating the tears that had begun to flow from her tightly squeezed shut eyes. "*Please*," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "Mark me… *own* me… *ruin* me!"

Her thighs trembled violently as she rode you, her breaths coming in ragged, wet gasps. "*Mmmph*—*Matthew*—*I*—!" Her words dissolved into a sharp cry as her body suddenly seized up—her walls clamping down like a vise as she came hard, her back arching obscenely. You cursed and thrust upward sharply, feeling her clench around you in pulsing waves. "*Kaz*—" you groaned, your own climax building rapidly. She slumped forward weakly, her nose brushing yours as she panted. "*D-don’t stop*," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I—I want your *seed*… your… your *children*… *ahh*—*please*!"

"First," you growled, spanking her massive, fat ass with a loud *crack*, sending ripples through her fur, "say the three magic words." Kaz yelped and squeezed down harder, her claws raking down your chest. "*Fuck* you!" she whined, her hips stuttering desperately. "I—I *hate* you!" You chuckled darkly and slowed your thrusts to a teasing grind, watching her squirm in frustration. "Are you my girlfriend or not?" Kaz whimpered and buried her face in your neck, her tail thrashing wildly. "*Fine*!" she hissed—then whispered against your skin, "*I love you*," before closing her eyes and letting her tears fall freely.

Her admission shattered your restraint. With a snarl, you shoved down hard on her hips as you thrusted upward sharply—burying yourself to the hilt inside her clenching heat. Kaz shrieked as she felt half of the tip of your cock pierce her cervix—her entire body seizing up violently as another orgasm ripped through her. "*YES*—*YES*! *BREED ME*!" she screamed, her claws digging deep enough to draw blood. You groaned loudly and gripped her waist tight enough to bruise, feeling your balls tighten against her ass. "*Kaz*—*fuck*—you’re gonna wanna sit up for this," you warned through gritted teeth.

She whimpered weakly but obeyed—just in time for you to slam upward powerfully, sending her bouncing wildly on your cock as ropes of cum exploded deep inside her womb. Kaz’s eyes rolled back as she wailed wordlessly—her hands flying to her stomach as she felt the first thick pulse of your seed flooding her depths. "*OHHHHHH*—*IT’S*—*IT’S SO HOT*!" she sobbed, her body twitching uncontrollably with each new spurt. You growled and squeezed her hips tighter—forcing her to take every last drop as she trembled atop you, her belly rapidly ballooning outward visibly. "*See*?" you panted, watching her fill up like some fleshy water balloon. "*That’s* how a mate treats you."

Kaz gasped and clutched her swollen stomach weakly—her fur slick with sweat as she collapsed forward onto your chest with a shuddering sigh. "*Mmmph*… *husband* never… *never* made me feel this *full*," she mumbled deliriously, her tongue lolling slightly. You chuckled and spanked her massive buttocks again—eliciting a yelp as fresh cum leaked messily from her stretched hole. "*Erik* wasn’t your husband tonight," you murmured, tracing the distended curve of her belly. "*I* was." Kaz whimpered and nuzzled your collarbone—her claws kneading weakly at your chest. "*Mine*," she slurred—her voice thick with exhaustion and satisfaction.