User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Werecat JeielYozama

Prompt:  You're on your way home from the farm, and as luck would have it, you chance upon a meadow with flowers. You notice that most of these are your wife's favorites and so you decide to surprise your Werecat lady.

You gather one of every flower you see and hurry home. Upon your arrival,you see your furious wife. (Of course, you forgot to tell her you left for work that morning). You then show her the flowers. She beams ecstatically.

You: Happy weeksary, deary.

Waifu: NYA!! That's so sweet! (Mews in delight)

She pulls the bouquet close, and in a heartbeat, you see that several of the flowers are Matatabi flowers enough to get her drunk for a day or two!



Answer: Realising my mistake, and registering that it's too late to do anything, I just smile nervously. When she looks up and notices my face, she eyes narrow.

"Sweety, what did you... do..." Her eyes droop a little and get a hazy look to them. Ten her lips curl into a lusty grin. "Oooohh... You found some of  those  flowers, did you?" I hesitantly nod, telling her it was an accident. Before I can finish speaking she lunges at me and wraps herself around me, rubbing her entire body against mine.

"If you wanted some  real  loving, you could have just asked..." She purrs, I make a note to throw those flowers out once I get the chance. Though the tight embrace I'm in right now tells me I'm not going anywhere for a while. It takes her all of five seconds for her tail to work its way into my pants, and only a few moments more to get it wrapped around my shaft, making me gasp in surprise and arousal.

"Now then... Why don't you let me put something  really  nice around this?" She asks, using her legs to lower my pants. I grab her face and pull her into a kiss. Her drunken state means we end up doing less kissing, and she just ends up throwing herself into a full on licking. I grunt as the wet warmth of her crotch slips down my shaft, she moans deeply too.

"Now  this  is goooooood..." She sighs, nuzzling into my shoulder. Far from the frenzied railing I was expecting, the pace she sets is actually quite sedate. I walk her to the bedroom, letting her do most of the work sex-wise. We flop down onto the bed with her on top, a serene smile across her face.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We go like that for several hours, until he effects of her small dose of matatabi wears off. When she finally comes back to herself we're just spooning in bed, and she starts giggling.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Soooo..." She starts, wiggling into my embrace. "Can I have some more of those? Everything feels soooo nice when I'm high like that." I look at her for a moment, before kissing her, and giving her the response she wasn't hoping to hear.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"But it was sooooo gooooood!" She whines, trying to slip out of my grip. I hold her tighter with one hand while the other starts tickling her. "NOOOOOOO!" She squeals, wiggling and writhing in my grasp. "That's not fair!" She cries between giggles. I eventually get her to agree to throwing out  most  of the flowers, I let her keep one for a special occasion. The rest I hand to the town alchemist, since I'm pretty sure he'll find some use for them.