title: Courting A Cougar aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [RetroInferno] id: [36264999] date: 星期六, 十一月 12日 2022, 5:08:37 下午 modified: 星期六, 十一月 12日 2022, 8:04:23 晚上

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Courting A Cougar

Author: RetroInferno Source: Courting A Cougar

A mildly intoxicated human man decides to flirt with a seventy-five foot tall alien at a bar... but she's a bit older than she seems. They decide to have a one-night stand. What could possibly go wrong?

She was a stunning sight.

Bright blue eyes. Soft and luscious fur reminiscent of a snow leopard. A lean, fit, and toned body on full display thanks to her black tank top and short shorts. Otherwise, the outright alien looked like a hybrid between a feline and a reptile, mostly due to her underlying white scales and the jet-black padding adorning the paws on her hands and feet with four digits each.

For Swift, there were only a few problems…

The first was that the alien stood somewhere around seventy-five feet tall. She easily dwarfed a human such as him. Secondly, the woman was within a corner of the tavern by herself… a far cry from the secluded safe zone for any humans visiting the establishment.

"Come on, man. You said she was hot."

Swift took another swig of rum before facing his friend. "Ugh. I mean... yeah. It could just be the booze talking, but if she was around our size… I'd do her."

His friend responded by laughing hysterically.

"No shame." continued Swift.

As they spoke, a few other humans within the bar gave them menacing glares and death stares. That didn't stop one of them from resuming to laugh like a hyena.

Consequently, Swift motioned downwards with a free hand. "Keep it down, Francis. If we make too much of a fuss, it's gonna annoy the other folks. The less attention, the better."

"Fuck 'em." replied Francis before raising his drink and immediately downing as much as possible.

Swift rolled his eyes. "I'm serious."

Francis eventually lowered his drink, just to spend some time heaving in and out as his eyes went wide from the cheap alcohol still burning down his throat.

"Don't get into another bar fight, either."

"Ah, but Swift…" replied the older man, "What else are we supposed to do for fun?"

The young man in question glanced at another table with four people playing poker. "I don't know. Maybe drinking AND gambling?"

"Then I have a wager for you, young lad."

After saying this, Francis slammed his drink onto the table for emphasis.

"If you waltz out there and get the contact information of that woman you fancy, I'll give you part of my cut later on. A bigger slice of the pie. Whatever you wanna call it…"

"Couldn't you just give me some dosh directly?" asked Swift with a raised eyebrow.

In return, Francis made a dismissive gesture. "Same thing! I'm broke at the moment. Regardless, next time we go scavenging or prospecting on this godforsaken planet, I'll share whatever valuable tidbits I can find to pay you back."

"...How much?"

"It'll depend on how things go. Let's just say ten percent, but we'll figure it out when we get there."

Swift shrugged. "Fair enough. What happens if I lose this little bet, though?"

"You buy me as much booze as I want for the rest of the night." answered Francis as he made a shit-eating grin.

"That's not exactly fair," said Swift with a sly smirk, "But I got liquid confidence flowing through my veins." He paused to gulp down what little remained of his rum. "Ah… nonetheless, you got a deal, you old bastard!"

Once more, Francis let out a hearty laugh. Swift mimicked his previous actions by slamming his empty cup onto the table, marking the moment he stood from his seat. He slightly wobbled side to side as he tried to remain in the same place, just to grab his chair for some stabilization.

"I'll be rooting for you from here!" claimed Francis with another chuckle. "God, help you!"

Despite these words of encouragement, Swift froze in place. He looked at the alien woman in the distance before rubbing his eyes. His vision blurred a bit.

"What's wrong, lad? Forfeiting already?"

"I'm a bit drunk." he muttered.

"No, shit. So?"

"I just got a feeling that I'm only going to embarrass myself. Especially since I'm still getting used to this whole, uh, talking to women... thing. I mean… she's a giant alien, Francis."

The older man shook his head. "She's not gonna bite you, Swift. Come on. Worst case scenario, she just says no and you get embarrassed in front of strangers you'll never see again. I know it can be intimidating, but shit like flirting becomes easier the more often you do it."

"...I guess you're right."

"Course I am! Comes from being old and wise. Now… go get em, stud, or you lose our wager by default."

"Yeah, yeah, screw you too." said Swift as he stumbled away.

"That's the spirit, lad!"

Ignoring Francis and more of his laughter filling the air, Swift approached one of the only ways out. More specifically, a narrow exit allowing him to stroll onto the gargantuan bar counter. Although it allowed humans to interact with the much larger aliens within the tavern, multiple warning signs on a glass door made it evident that this might not be the best idea.

One caught Swift's attention…

Safety is not guaranteed outside the human safe zone.

With a sigh, Swift opened the door and stepped outside. His destination awaited him at the very end of the bar counter, where an alien woman swayed her tail side to side. Meanwhile, other intoxicated aliens and a grand total of one other human were socializing around the area. Two bartenders watched them like hawks. Most attention was focused on a clearly drunk human woman as she sat on the canine snout of a horned alien man… who was wagging his tails, sticking out his broad tongue, and attempting to balance her on his nose.

Whooping and hollering erupted around the room as others watched this spectacle. Some even recorded it with various electronic devices. Others resumed their cheers between taking sips of their drinks... which came in a variety of colors, shapes, and forms.

It all served as a distraction for Swift.

The young man gradually made his way across the bar counter. He narrowly avoided clawed hands grabbing massive containers as aliens drank their contents like holy water. Although he stumbled and wobbled during his short journey, Swift eventually managed to reach the snow-white feline, who simply watched him with icy blue eyes that seemed to stare into his soul.

"Hey there!" shouted Swift.

Upon hearing this, the woman's face scrunched up. "Hmph. How curious. A human. I don't believe we've met."

Immediately, Swift noticed that her voice sounded silky smooth. Something about it was soft, booming, and a pleasure to listen to as a translation device on his ear made sense of it. Pushing his thoughts aside, the human cleared his throat as he looked up at the bewitching predator.

"My name is Swift."

The woman responded by staying silent for a few seconds, then she took a sip of what looked like red wine. "I'm assuming you traveled all the way over here for a reason…?"

"Yeah. My idiot friend over there, back in the human section…" He paused to gesture at its location, earning a glance from the woman. "...Has made a bet with me to flirt with you, get your contact information, and other stuff like that. If you play along, maybe I can buy you a drink or something."

"So… you're not actually interested in me?" she asked with a frown.

Blood immediately rushed to Swift's face. "No, no! I mean… maybe. I guess."

"What's that supposed to mean, exactly?"

"Ugh. This whole thing started because I said you were attractive for an alien. I just figured you wouldn't have an interest in some human, and that you'd find this entire situation funny more than anything else."

The woman let out another huff. "Hmph. Well met, then, Swift. I go by Medeina. I wouldn't mind hooking up with a human just for the novelty of it, and you seem handsome enough."

"Wait… what?" asked Swift as his body locked up.

Medeina made a catlike smirk. "You heard me correctly, little guy. You're in your prime, you have broad shoulders, and you're in excellent physical shape." She slightly stuck out her tongue. "Very scrumptious! I'm kind of relieved that someone like you approached me, really, because I wasn't sure if my age was starting to show!"

Swift blinked a few times as he slowly processed this information. "You… look like you're only slightly older than I am, actually."

"And how old would that be?" she asked with her pointy ears perking up.

"Well, I'm about twenty." he replied. "I'm not sure if Sthara years work differently, but you look like you're in your mid-twenties or something."

The woman put an arm on the bar counter and rested her head against it. "Good guess, but I'm a bit older than that."

"Um… thirty?" he muttered.

"No."

"Thirty-five?"

"Thirty-six." she corrected.

Swift recoiled a little. "Oh! I guess all the natural fur and pristine scales made it less than obvious!"

She momentarily closed her eyes and giggled. "Indeed!"

"I know you're not human and all of that, but you might wanna know that it's considered rude to immediately ask about someone's age in my culture. Well, at least when it comes to dating or whatever."

"What makes you think I care?" asked Medeina as she shook her mostly empty wine glass. "I'm at an age where I don't care about playing those sorts of courtship games anymore. You're probably not used to it. Also, what's such a young gentleman doing in such a dangerous place like this, anyway?"

Swift crossed his arms. "I live here. For now. Like everyone else and their mother, I'm trying my hand at searching through all the precursor ruins to find something valuable."

"So... you're a scavenger..." she hissed, "Or one of the locals."

"Yup. Oh, and by the way, it's perfectly legal for someone like me to drink here. No need to worry about that!"

Medeina rolled her eyes. "As if I would care. Still, it's dangerous for humans and non-humans alike to be present on this planet..."

"Then what are you doing here, Medeina?"

"I'm just a drifter." she claimed while looking away. "I'd rather not talk too much about myself. Especially not here."

"Fair enough." grunted Swift.

"But I also don't care for small talk. I just want to get straight to the point now that the introductions are over." Medeina paused and tilted her head towards Swift. "I rented a room on the second floor..." she said with a low hiss, translating as a whisper. "You seem like a decent guy, and I've never mated with a human before... so, if you're interested, I can bring you there for a one-night stand equivalent. However, we must make sure the others don't notice since the local management might not approve of that."

A sudden surge of confidence swelled in Swift's chest as his heart raced, causing more alcohol to flow throughout his bloodstream. "Fuck yeah!" he said with a shit-eating grin. "I don't see why not! Hell, I've always had a thing for cougars too!"

"Ugh. How original..." she replied with narrowed eyes. "That's not the first time I've heard humans make that joke. Once I figured out the meaning, I went back to wishing they'd compare me to animals found on Earth."

Swift shrugged. "My bad, then. I blame the booze. Anyway, if that's the plan, are we immediately gonna head to your room? Keep making small talk anyway? Maybe I can show you my place?"

"As if!" she exclaimed. "I probably wouldn't fit through the front door of your home, you silly little thing! Besides, we still need to show your friend that you won the bet, not to mention figuring out how to smuggle you away from here…"

As Medeina spoke, she brought a single hand to Swift. He received a close-up view of four fingers, which had black padding on the fingertips accompanied by manicured claws painted sapphire blue.

"May I pick you up?" she asked.

"Be my guest."

"Then get ready..." she said with a mischievous smile, "I'm going to hide you."

With her tail swaying, the alien gently grabbed the human. She looked in both directions. Almost all attention was focused on the louder patrons of the bar. After double-checking to make sure the bartenders and bouncers weren't watching, Medeina brought Swift near her upper torso. Before he could regain his bearings, she swiftly shoved him between her exposed cleavage, then pressed down on his head until he was hidden from plain sight.

Afterward, Swift found himself flustered by this sudden turn of events. His face turned red. Moments later, Medeina's breasts jiggled a bit, simultaneously smothering and cushioning the small man as the alien stood from her chair. It was surprisingly comfortable for Swift since his new position meant he was as snug as a bug. Unfortunately, his only light source was abruptly cut off once Medeina used a free hand to pull up her tank top, covering most of her previously visible cleavage.

"Just stay silent." she softly hissed. From there, Medeina scanned the vicinity and spotted another human man, who was watching from afar with his jaw agape…

Francis.

In other words, the only witness to her actions. The two made direct eye contact with one another as the older man observed her from the other side of a glass panel, which served as the only physical barrier between the bar and the human section.

Ultimately, the alien gave Francis a wink and playfully stuck out her forked tongue.

"I think your friend saw that." she whispered afterward.

A faint sound similar to laughter acted as a confirmation for Swift as he closed his eyes and sighed.

Meanwhile, Medeina strolled towards the stairs with a flick of her sizable tail. It swayed in synchronization with her wide hips, earning some stares as she walked away. Her digitigrade sandals clicked and clacked during her ascent to the second floor. Although Swift was practically blinded by white fur, soft scales, and black fabric enveloping his entire body… he merely waited a minute until he heard a few mechanical clicks and the slam of a door before poking his head out.

"Are we there yet?" he asked before his head spun around as if it was on a swivel.

As expected, Swift saw the cozy interior of a hotel room equivalent. The entire area was abnormally hot, with warmth radiating against his skin from a nearby heater, and high-tech electronics were scattered across the place. This included a drone cleaning the floor. Two massive pieces of furniture soon enveloped his vision as Medeina stopped in front of a synthetic leather sofa and a similarly large coffee table.

"Indeed, Swift! We finally have some privacy." The woman promptly plucked the man away from his hiding place before putting him on the coffee table. "Did you enjoy your ride?"

As Swift stood on the table, his world was spinning as he recovered from being literally manhandled. "I'm not complaining, but it was definitely unorthodox..."

"Consider it a small taste of what I have to offer!" she snickered. "Besides, I like to hide small and valuable things in places like that all the time."

"Right." he said while scratching the back of his head.

She cocked her head to the side. "Is there something wrong?"

"I'm just… I don't know. All of this happened so quickly. I thought I was supposed to take you out to dinner or something first."

Medeina put her hands on her hips as she stared down at him. "If you want to provide me with food before mating for the sake of tradition, I can find some spare fruit. Then I suppose you can pop them in my mouth one at a time and feed me like a Zenari queen!"

"Maybe I should rephrase that..." he said while scratching the back of his head and blushing a bit. "It's more like… why me? Part of me still can't believe this is happening."

She unleashed an incomprehensible yet low hiss. "I thought my scent made it obvious enough. I'm in heat. Perhaps my standards are lower than usual. Either way, I went to the bar to socialize and find a suitable man to help me… satisfy my needs. Except for yourself, the local males were either too intimidated or lacked any interest in courtship."

"I guess that puts things into perspective." said Swift with a shrug. He paused after noticing that Medeina's tail was slumping down. She also broke eye contact before he resumed speaking.

"I mean, I'm not sure why I'm the only one that tried talking to you. You're gorgeous. Something about your species always reminds me of these big cats on Earth called leopards, but you've probably heard that a lot."

Medeina's slight frown transformed into a sly smile as she looked at him again. "Ah... Indeed. I have, in fact, heard that same comparison from other humans. In that regard, what about my physical form do you find so appealing, exactly?"

As the woman spoke, she started taking off her black sandals. This freed her feet and prompted her to flex her furry toes. Naturally, Swift glanced downwards, and he spotted some retractable toe-claws for just several seconds before they were sheathed. Medeina then turned to the side, revealing the scaly underside of her tail that he didn't notice before. It overall appeared draconic. Last but not least, a short ridge of white fur traveled along her spine and tail until it reached the top of her head, resulting in some white fluff a bit reminiscent of human hair or a hyena.

As for Swift, he stayed silent for a while before finally saying something...

"You're just fishing for compliments, aren't you?"

Medeina stuck out her tongue, forming a blep. "I haven't heard that idiom before… but yes. I do enjoy compliments!"

The human rolled his eyes at her words.

"Feel free to keep giving them." she continued.

Before the man could do so, Medeina caught him off guard by pulling out a compact plasma pistol. She nonchalantly placed it on the table. Despite this, it was a relatively common sight on frontier worlds and required no further explanation. Afterward, she emptied the rest of her pockets and placed the equivalent of a smartphone next to the weapon. Swift caught a brief glimpse of its screensaver, which featured a picture of Medeina accompanied by a teenage Sthara girl with emerald green eyes as they made catlike smiles.

"Wait a second..." said Swift as he strolled towards the smartphone. As a result, he received a much better view of the screensaver, even though it was overlapped with text and icons. The younger Sthara looked very similar to Medeina with her snow-white fur, albeit her shimmering green eyes clearly distinguished her from the older woman. "You have a daughter?"

In the meantime, Medeina slipped off her tank top, and her breasts practically bounced during the process. "Yes." she venomously hissed. "What of it?"

"Ah, nothing." he muttered as the screensaver disappeared, just to be replaced by a black mirror displaying his distorted reflection. "Just thought it was cute is all. I hate to ask this… but is the father still around?"

The woman huffed, puffing some air from her nostrils. "He's no longer in the picture… as your kind likes to say." She narrowed her eyes and exposed her sharp fangs. "It's not going to be a problem. And no, I don't want to talk about it… that would just re-open old wounds."

"I meant nothing by it!" blurted Swift as he stumbled a step back. "My bad..."

Her ears folded against her head as she sighed, then the alien looked at him with sultry eyes. "Don't allow that to kill the mood, though, my little plaything. We both know why we're here. Allow me to make my intentions crystal clear..."

Medeina made short work of slipping off her short shorts, exposing a pair of blue panties. She slowly slipped those off too, then flung the undergarments with her foot, sending them near a corner of the expansive room. All it took from there was throwing off a bra before she was completely nude.

"Well?" said Medeina in a seductive tone. The woman made a cute little pose by putting her hands on her hips and lifting a single foot, showcasing a massive, black paw that acted as a natural snowshoe. She also stuck out her blue tongue, playfully swatted with a clawed hand, and purred in a rumbling fashion.

"What do you think, Swift?"

After that little show, the human was utterly mesmerized by her appearance. The way her slim tummy complemented the rest of her physique was terrific, to say the least, with her hourglass figure showcasing her thick hips and sparse muscles. In a way, Medeina was the perfect embodiment of raw femininity... a powerful, seductive, and confident predator on one side… but a soft and protective mother on the other.

Finally, Swift found an answer following a few moments of silence. "You're… divine. I've said it before, but the way you move with such subtlety and grace really reminds me of several big cats on Earth. Alongside your size, it's as if I'm staring at an alien goddess!"

Medeina made a broad smile at his words as her tail happily swayed behind her. "I'm named after a goddess, actually!" With a pep in her step, she plopped herself onto the nearby couch. "Ah, and I might as well be a deity compared to the likes of you!"

The human scoffed at her words.

"No offense, though. More importantly, do you have any questions or concerns before we do this?"

As she hissed, Swift began removing his own clothes, and this exposed sun-kissed skin and sparse muscles. "Just one." he said before taking off his shirt. His chest was a bit scrawny, and a stray scar on his belly made it clear that his physique was a product of his environment rather than a concentrated effort. "How the hell is this supposed to work?"

"What? Don't tell me you've never seen interspecies pornography before!" Medeina brought a clawed finger to her thin, black lips to nibble on a nail in a playful fashion. "Sure, you'll be my first human, but I have a decent idea as to how it all functions…" Her ears perked up. "In fact, I can teach you!"

As they spoke, Swift tossed aside what remained of his clothes. "Teach me what?" he asked as he kicked his pants aside.

"That depends." she said with a lick of her lips. "I've found that most humans find creatures such as myself… appealing… for amplifying their existing kinks, fetishes, and other exotic tastes. Most also tend to be submissive. So, what about you? What do you like?"

Swift felt a moment of embarrassment as his manhood went a bit soft. "Oh… uh… I don't know…"

"I like being the dominant one." she said with a sly smirk. "It's only natural in this case being that I'm not only the larger one but more mature as well. Now, try to think of something that you're into."

He struggled to find an answer and remained silent for several moments, much to her disapproval as she shook her head.

"Of course. Although I can appreciate younger guys thanks to their higher sex drives, this is one of my pet peeves. You're generally immature and inexperienced. Some of you aren't comfortable with clearly talking about what you like, and it means I have to do all the work as if I'm expected to read your mind… it's kind of a stereotype at this point."

"I have a thing for feet." he said beneath his breath, but her ears perking up indicated that she heard him nonetheless.

"Oh?"

"Yeah…"

Medeina looked at him in a predatory fashion. "That's a very convenient kink for someone at your size." Without warning, she placed her feet on the coffee table with a few thumps, slightly startling him. Then she flexed her clawed toes, giving him a perfect view of the black padding cushioning the bottoms of her feet. "I can definitely work with that cute little fetish! My feet have been killing me recently and they need some love, so you should know what to do."

Without saying a word, Swift walked up to her paws. She wiggled her toes in anticipation and unsheathed her claws. They were well-groomed, manicured, and some blue paint decorating all eight sparkled a bit. The size of her digitigrade feet compared to himself was quite overwhelming since they were large enough to cover his entire body, but nonetheless, he slowly pressed a hand against the base of her left paw, causing her toes to curl up.

"Hmph… you call that a paw massage? They're clean. Stop hesitating and put your back into it!"

As instructed, the man used both of his hands to rub her paw. The leathery black padding felt silky smooth to the touch. He made circular movements concentrating on the broad base of her foot before moving on to the individual beans of her toes. Some claws unsheathed a little as he went about his work, and she purred like a motor alongside occasionally flexing her toes.

"Those are much better than human ones, aren't they?" asked Medeina with a smug look on her face. "They're so much softer. It's as if I'm walking in clouds! Especially since I go out of my way to moisturize them every day… but I suppose they could always go for some more pampering from cute boys."

The feline scrunched up the toes on her other foot. Swift moved towards them as they got closer to him, just for Medeina to poke him with a toe.

"Hold on." she hissed.

In a matter of moments, Medeina picked the human up and placed him on the ground. Her paws joined him shortly afterward as she sat entirely on the couch.

"I have an idea."

In response, Swift reeled a little as he sat on the ground and took in his new surroundings.

"Was the massage not good enough?"

"I enjoyed it!" she giggled while placing one foot on top of another. "I want you to keep going, but this new angle should be more fun…" Once more, she flexed her feet and exposed her soft paws to the little human mere meters away from them. "Don't keep your Goddess waiting."

With a nod, Swift stood to his feet and approached another foot. He noticed that it was tilted at an odd angle, but it let him more easily reach her paw padding, and he resumed his rubbing for a few moments.

Suddenly, the foot he was massaging slowly pressed down on his body…

"Wait… wait, Medeina!"

The alien answered his cry by smothering him with a paw. In a matter of seconds, it was compressing Swift against the carpet as he completely disappeared beneath her foot. He squirmed, struggled, and gasped as he was practically smooshed by the paw contorting around his entire physical form.

"Mmm." purred Medeina. The woman granted Swift a moment of respite by lifting her foot, then gradually stepped on him with the other. "This feels nice too." She spread out the toe beans of her free foot. "Keep wiggling. Struggle. I want to watch you squirm between my toes, boy toy."

She snickered as her paws reduced the human to their plaything. All his attempts to break free were thwarted as she used one or both feet to press against him or otherwise softly step on his nude body. The man even tried to escape through an unexpected angle by partially climbing up her ankle, but this only gave the bewitching predator a perfect opportunity to tilt her foot and create a paw sandwich when she clasped him between her feet.

Medeina only released Swift upon seeing that he appeared genuinely distressed. "Oh… are you okay?"

She stared at the human like a wounded kitten as he stood back up.

"Yeah, I'm fine." he grunted.

The feline smirked upon spotting a rock-hard erection bulging between his legs.

Rather than immediately responding, Swift checked his body for injuries. He also sniffed his skin. It had a scent vaguely like vanilla, just like the fur on her feet. "Keep going."

"As you wish." she hissed.

Without any hesitation, Medeina placed her foot on Swift firmly and gently. Additionally, she rubbed her paw against his body a little. The sensation of the paw padding gliding against his exposed skin accompanied by some stray fur sent electricity surging down his spine.

From there, the other paw joined in to toy with the man. This included softly stepping on him, constraining him between a few toes, or pinning him down with one or both feet. Medeina took guilty pleasure during the entire process as she watched on with a sly smile. Any attempts by Swift to escape his fate, such as trying to latch on to a platinum anklet or a toe ring on her left foot, failed miserably. Many minutes later, the human slumped to the ground, a paw pressed against his back, and his head poked out from the center of her toes as they curled around his entire torso.

As he resumed his struggles, the woman put more of her weight into it as she applied more pressure. "Had enough?"

Instead of waiting for an answer, she kneaded Swift with her foot for a few moments. Her toes popped during the process. Eventually, his futile efforts to escape her clutches died down, and his body became entirely stationary.

"You win." he said with what sounded like a growl. "I don't think I can get away from your paws… even if I wanted to."

Medeina snickered as she got a good look at the young man underneath her foot. "It's poetic, really. You're exactly where you belong."

Bringing her other foot to his exposed head, the Sthara smothered the little human with the entirety of her paws for several seconds. Afterward, she gradually brought them to the couch to cross her legs. Another smug smile graced her face as she watched Swift heaving in and out during the aftermath, and her tail almost wagged as she inspected the claws on her hands and feet.

"That was fun." she purred. "Also, it's pretty clear to me that you enjoy being submissive."

Swift slowly stood to his feet and wiped some sweat from his forehead. "Yeah. I'm definitely discovering some things about myself, for better or worse."

"They call that pawplay, just so you know. It doesn't have to be so extreme, however. More gentle and harmless stuff can involve helping someone manicuring their claws, painting them, or moisturizing their paw pads. Remember that if you find another cute girl as big as me."

"So… basically, a foot fetish on steroids." he said with some blood flushing his face. "My parents would be so proud."

The woman scoffed at his words. "There's no need to be embarrassed. You like what you like. It's all harmless fun at the end of the day, so stop repressing it."

"Just feels a bit wrong." he replied with a shrug. "You know... since you're non-human and have some traits that I'd normally associate with animals. That's all."

Medeina allowed her jaw to go agape as she gasped. "Ah, so I'm an animal now?"

"That's not what I meant…"

"Then I suppose that makes you my little mouse!" she said while wiggling all eight toes accompanied by a giggle.

Swift looked at the ground and let out a sneer. "You're going to be the end of me, woman."

"Maybe." said Medeina before winking. "Think of me as more of a teacher while you're my student. Don't be insecure about it since you'll stop caring once you get a bit older..." She paused to delicately grab her so-called pupil. "Just allow me to teach you some more things."

Following these words, Swift was gradually lifted from the floor. His muscles became completely inert. Soon, the man was brought to the couch as Medeina laid down on it, then she placed him on her bare upper chest… allowing her to effectively nuzzle him from being next to her neck. Whiskers brushed against Swift's skin as she did so, and her cold nose overwhelmed him combined with the fur brushing against his skin.

Medeina gave the man a predatory gaze once she brought her head back. "Are you ready for our next lesson, my little morsel?"

"Whatever you say goes." he said nonchalantly.

She snickered a bit in return. "I'm glad you've figured out how this is going to work! Either way, I have some interesting topics in mind… like hissing."

The alien stuck out her forked tongue, simultaneously smelling and tasting the air, then hissed for emphasis as if she was a weird hybrid between a cat and a snake.

"Kissing!"

At these words, she stuck out her blue tongue, creating a blep. It didn't last for long once she flicked it towards Swift. As a result, the individual forks of her tongue tasted his legs and smeared them with saliva before moving upwards. Countless taste buds came into contact with his skin as the entirety of her tongue licked his tiny form, making all the hairs on his body stand up, and ultimately flicking his face before retreating back to an awaiting mouth.

Following this, Medeina licked her thin lips. "Mmm… yummy." She gave the tiny man another quick kiss that rendered his hair wet as he recoiled a little. "Last but not least, you salty thing, we're going to do something similar to pawplay. Care to take a guess?"

After asking this, the alien opened her mouth and exposed the entirety of her blue maw. Countless fangs adorned the interior. Some warm breath began wafting over the whole of Swift's form with each breath she took, making her chest slowly rise and fall as her titanic lungs went to work. The faint scent of alcohol also began lingering in the air. Slowly but surely, moisture began to accumulate on Swift's flesh, the pulsing abyss that was her throat flexed, and a forked tongue lolled from her jaws.

"...Mawplay?"

Medeina's maw remained wide open as something reverberated from the back of her throat…

"Ah-huh!"

Like before, her mouth was large enough to encompass Swift in his entirety. The man practically wrangled with a tongue before it moved aside, allowing him proper access to Medeina's mouth as she brought her head a bit closer. The sight of razor-sharp fangs befitting a carnivore stopped the man in his tracks. He stumbled once a clawed finger tapped on his back, almost making him fall face-first onto a tongue, and he gave the one responsible a menacing glare after regaining his balance.

"Hey!" he blurted.

The alien suddenly snapped her jaws shut with a clack, making the man jump a little. "Do I really have to spell it out for?" she asked with her head cocked slightly. "I want you to go inside, my little morsel. For you, it's going to feel like… oral sex on steroids, or whatever expression you used before."

"Isn't that dangerous?" asked Swift.

"Yes." she answered while exposing a few cute little fangs. "I'll take care to avoid nicking you with my teeth, but there is another danger. You see, I'm a very impulsive woman. There's a chance that if you go in there, you're not coming back out."

His face scowled up. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I might accidentally swallow you. If you taste excellent, I might get carried away and instinctively decide that you're food. It's a risk. And no, I won't try to get you back up. That would only be the natural result of a mouse fancying a cat, and all your worries would just melt away in my tummy if that were to occur." She stuck out her tongue. "Consider it another gamble!"

"...What are my odds?"

She rolled her eyes. "I don't know. Fifty-fifty?"

With his body being addled by the prospect of sex and being literally devoured by a cougar, Swift's other head spoke on his behalf as it became rock hard. "Fuck it. I'm all yours!"

Medeina made another wry, catlike grin. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." She gave him another kiss before picking him up with two fingers. "You're such a good little boy… and you're all mine."

Once more, her maw gradually opened, and her blue tongue rolled out like a red carpet. She dangled him above it like a cherry. Slowly, she lowered him...

"Ahhh."

More warm breath washed over Swift's body, moisturizing his skin. With the care and delicacy of both a mother and a predator, she slowly placed him on her tongue. His tantalizing taste made her purr with delight, and her expansive maw snapped shut with a clack of her sharp teeth. She only opened her mouth slightly to let him see the outside world, and it was as if he was looking at organic prison bars in the form of sharp teeth with her tongue wiggling beneath his body.

"Mmmm."

As she tasted him, Swift looked at his surroundings. Her pulsing throat was right behind him, his head was almost stuck between her forked tongue, and saliva started soaking his entire body. Fangs nearly enveloped his vision. Occasionally, the interior of her mouth and throat flexed whenever she swallowed some extra saliva. It was very wet and warm. What caught him by surprise was when Medeina closed her maw again and pressed him against the roof of her mouth, and her taste buds covered his entire body as she started suckling and slurping on him like a piece of hard candy.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Oh, god… Medeina…!"

As for her, she felt a familiar tingling sensation. It started at her toes, worked its way up her legs, and arrived at her loins. Naturally, with warmth building up in her womanhood, she used a few fingers to relieve that particular itch, and her fingers probed and prodded her wet pussy as the smell of her spicy arousal filled the air. It caused a muffled moan to echo all around Swift. Unbeknown to him, her toes curled up as she fingered herself, and her pussy increasingly clenched around her fingers the deeper she went. Meanwhile, there was a high degree of suction concentrated around his cock that overwhelmed him with sheer ecstasy, and raw instinct seemed to take over when he wrestled with her tongue and humped against it.

Giggles emitted from the back of her throat as his translator barely made out one muffled word...

"Harder."

Complying with her request, Swift redoubled his efforts to fuck her wet and slimy tongue. His hips moved faster, and his thrusts became more powerful. Medeina felt every movement in her mouth and could even taste his tiny cock, causing her to finger herself in rhythm with his thrusts as she teased her clitoris and repeatedly sunk a few fingers into her pussy. Certain feelings fluttered in her heart…

Once again, Medeina was sexy. Powerful. Dominant. Having a young human man enthralled with her body was solely responsible for that feeling, and if he wanted to be inside of her, she was more than happy to make that a reality.

"Medeina, I'm about to...!"

Swift was cut off by the predator cupping her tongue before pressing him against the roof of her mouth. The subsequent pressure on his cock practically milked it, and his cum flowed in a torrent. Before he could regain his bearings with his body being overwhelmed by an orgasm, her tongue abruptly curled up, sending him to the back of her throat, and he barely managed to prevent himself from falling into her esophagus by holding on to her tongue.

Hearing a gurgle emitting from her throat due to her stomach growling made his eyes go wide.

"Medeina!"

Ignoring this, the alien woman used her tongue to press Swift further back. Then her throat yawned in anticipation of food. Her esophagus made an audible gluck as she swallowed some saliva, momentarily enveloping his feet before he broke free and tried to scramble towards her teeth.

"YOU SAID THAT I HAD A FIFTY-FIFTY CHANCE!"

At long last, Medeina relented. She unleashed what vaguely sounded like muffled sigh or hiss. Her head tilted towards the floor, letting Swift climb back onto her tongue, which was nearly the same size as him. Following that, the woman brought her head to an even level and slightly opened her mouth a little, letting the human see that she was suddenly holding what resembled a large gold coin with one hand.

"Eds or ails." she said while talking with her mouth full.

Swift wasn't precisely in the right state of mind to appreciate his translator making sense of that, nor the fact that the invasive implant was still perched above his ear. Instead, his heart raced as he realized the implications of what she was saying…

"Tails?" he nearly squeaked.

With a maw literally outlining his view of the outside world, Swift watched as Medeina tossed the coin in the air. Time seemed to slow down. Each breath she took sent chills down his spine thanks to the slobber coating his skin. After several painstaking seconds, the coin landed on Medeina's hand, and she utilized the other to flip it over as she pressed it against her palm… concealing it from plain sight. She brought it closer to her face so that two pairs of eyes could see it clearly, even with her jaw agape, then gradually lifted her hand to reveal an odd emblem that looked like a reptilian empress with a large and scaly tail.

Swift gave the coin a dazed look of bewilderment as she set it aside. Before the man could comprehend what was happening, Medeina's tongue curled and pushed him near the front of her mouth. A pair of awaiting fingers extracted him from the maw. He went back to being placed on her upper chest and cradled between two boobs as the bewitching predator stared down at him.

"It looks like you won another bet." said Medeina as she licked her lips and savored whatever remained of his taste. "Lucky."

The man froze in place. "You… you almost ate me."

"Indeed." she said with a smirk.

"Why?"

She lifted her head and stared down at him in a condescending fashion. "You knew the risks. I'm a drifter. I was feeling a bit peckish, so it made no difference to me as to whether my little mouse became cat food or not. Remember that our entire encounter has been fueled by lust, so try not to take that too personally."

"No hard feelings?!" he exclaimed while clenching his fists. "That would have been one of the worst ways to die!"

"Not really." said Medeina with a roll of her eyes. "You would have passed out quickly due to all the booze in my belly. It would have been a pretty peaceful and painful process… and you'd join some other humans that added to my figure." She gave the tiny man another predatory look. "If you decide to become willing prey, I can make it painless, and maybe you'd look good as padding on my ass."

"Please tell me this is some sort of predator roleplay crap, Medeina."

"Maybe it is." she said while making a blep. "Maybe it isn't. I do enjoy being the dominant one, after all. This is the ultimate form of it. It's rare, but I heard some humans find the prospect of being consumed… arousing."

As if on cue, her stomach growled.

"And it's only natural..." she continued, "Humans are lower on the food chain and can serve as a means of fulfilling various needs. For example, two pangs of hunger are currently plaguing me. You're going to help me relieve one of those by either playing with my pussy or squirming in my stomach." Medeina bared her sharp before hissing once more. "Choose wisely, young one. I'm fine with either option, but it would also be such a shame to lose such an eager and curious student..."

The bewitching predator bumped her nose against Swift as her nostrils flared.

"Go to one hole or the other."

As she spoke, the human looked over his shoulder. "Understood." he said before quickly climbing between her boobs.

"Good boy." she said with a flick of her tongue.

In rapid succession, he slid down Medeina's breasts to land on her stomach. Her belly rumbled beneath him as she purred. An intoxicating combination of fear, arousal, and excitement overcame Swift as he felt cold scales and warm fur gracing him with every step he took across her chest. It was only a matter of time until he reached her waist, where she abruptly picked him up before setting him in front of her awaiting pussy.

Immediately, the smell of her womanhood overwhelmed Swift. He saw her labia, which had snow-white fur adorned around the edges, and the lips were already dripping with wet arousal. Most prominently, her vagina was almost as big as he was. Medeina's positioning allowed her to lean back before bringing a free hand to her pussy, spreading it wide open with a few fingers as she gave Swift a view of her inner lips. They were practically pulsing and creating a navy blue abyss, and the way her womanhood contracted with natural lubrication also made it look like it was winking at him.

Although her blue vagina had some more alien features, it definitely resembled that of a mammal.

"Don't make me put you in my mouth again." said Medeina as she used a clawed finger to poke and prod Swift towards her pussy. "If that happens, I'm going to swallow rather than spit."

The man looked up and gave her a death stare. "Oh, just you wait. I'll have you screaming my name."

With more than his pride on the line, courage swelled in Swift's chest. He approached and placed his hands inside of her pussy, then attempted to stimulate the inner walls by rubbing them, making her quiver. However, he was caught off-guard when Medeina abruptly pushed him again, and he struggled against the force as his head and arms slightly disappeared into her womanhood.

"Then let me help you." said the woman with a rumbling purr. She started using her other hand to play with herself... more specifically, her clitoris resting above his head, by using slow and circular movements. "Now… go deeper. Remember to hold your breath."

The man wasn't in much of a position to refuse since her fluids were sticking to his skin, nearly binding them together. Her vaginal walls were also flexing and contracting against his arms. Most bizarrely, he was slowly being sucked inside, as if her pussy was more than happy to gobble him up like a little treat. Swift made this process go by much more quickly by using his feet to propel himself into it, and he squirmed until only his legs were sticking out of her vagina.

Medeina's toes curled up as she unleashed a pleasured hybrid of a hiss and a growl.

"Oh… OH GODS, YES!"

Raw lust and instinct began overtaking the woman. As far as the feline was concerned, she was in heat and needed to mate. Swift was surprisingly filling in that regard since her pussy treated his entire body like an exotic cock of some variety. Following a few moments of remaining still, Medeina used both hands to start masturbating in earnest, with one pair of fingers consistently hitting her sweet spot and the other grabbing Swift's legs to rapidly pull him in and out of her pussy as he thrashed and squirmed against her inner walls, which contorted more rapidly and seemingly savored and slurped on the little man with her fluids flowing in abundance.

As for Swift, he found himself within a warm and wet place with fluids coating his face, but it was surprisingly pleasant. Perhaps even fun. Rather than feeling any pain, he felt lightheaded. Her tight pussy was practically milking his entire body, and his cock spasmed against it with every contortion. The only thing stopping him from outright suffocating was the woman pulling him out with a wet pop every thirty seconds or so, just to almost immediately stick him back inside once he took a few deep breaths. Additionally, some sort of suction from the alien organ kept dragging him deeper and deeper, but Medeina stopped him from going too far by holding on to his ankles…

...That was until she let go many minutes later. From there, Medeina allowed her pussy to swallow Swift whole before fingering herself, plunging him even deeper. The man couldn't see anything from that point as everything became pitch black. Yet, he began hearing her heartbeat pounding in his ears, and the pressure on his tiny form gradually increased over time.

The entire experience filled Medeina with pure ecstasy. Time seemed to fly by in a blur as she played with herself and felt Swift squirm. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, drool dripped from her tongue, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the human pleasured the woman to the core of her being. This feeling made her womanhood start gushing. Ultimately, she was forced to issue a warning between gasping…

"Swift... I'm… I'm cumming!"

She let out a moan, and her legs trembled.

From his perspective, everything became impossibly tight. The way her pussy clenched around his entire physical form left absolutely no room. His cock pulsed against the convulsing vaginal walls, which were unintentionally stimulating it, and another orgasm washed over his mind and body as he decorated a fraction of her soft and silky inner walls with his semen. His cock was then rendered spasming and spurting whatever remained in his balls as he gradually lost his grasp on reality.

Medeina also climaxed, and she unleashed an ear-piercing scream. Her cum erupted from her pussy in a torrent. This resulted in Swift and his own mess being washed away before he was released by her womanhood, and sudden light nearly blinded him as he landed on a couch cushion and an accompanying pool of feminine fluids.

During the aftermath, the two twitched alongside heaving in and out, almost in synchronization with one another. They remained like that for a few long moments. Various emotions, feelings, and other sensations dwelled in their hearts and minds thanks to the post-orgasmic aftermath. A couple of Medina's clawed fingers plucked Swift away and placed him on her fluffy chest again. This left him nestled between her breasts and fur. From that position, she started cleaning him, essentially giving him a bath as her soft tongue ran across his skin with countless licks and kisses before coming to an abrupt halt.

"That was… good." almost whispered the woman with her ears fluttering. After looking at Swift a little more closely and squinting, Medeina noticed that he was going soft. She smiled as her blue eyes beamed at him. "It's nice to see that you enjoyed it too! Are you hurt?"

"I… I don't think so." said Swift as he showed signs of dizziness.

"Of course not!" giggled Medeina. "You're a tough little guy. You gotta be if you're a scavenger."

"I think I almost died several times." he whined. "Everything kind of hurts. Yet… now you're acting all soft and fluffy after putting me through all of that... not to mention threatening to eat me."

"Oh, please." she said with a roll of her eyes. "You were never in any danger. I was just pretending!"

Swift simply shook his head in response.

"I swear!" mewled Medeina as she stared at him like a kitten.

"Sure. Either way, I'm not sure if I broke something."

Medeina's nose crinkled. "I don't smell any blood, so you're probably fine. Humans might be small, but you're durable… otherwise, I wouldn't have been so rough." She made a mischievous smirk and gave him another kiss, causing her forked tongue to flick his face again. Afterward, she yawned, exposing her entire maw to Swift and sending a shiver down his spine. "Ah… and now I'm sleepy."

The feline licked her lips, fully reclined on the couch and made herself comfortable with her tail hanging off the side of it.

"So… same time next week?" asked Swift as he rubbed his eyes.

Medeina responded by pressing him into the fluff near her breasts with a single finger, forcing him to sit down. "Perhaps if our paths cross again." she hissed lightly. Some more maternal instincts seemed to kick in as the woman stroked and pet Swift's back with padded fingers. "For now, we're going to rest. If you're still in pain afterward, we'll just have to bring you to a healer."

With his mind, body, and spirit completely deprived of energy, Swift blinked several times. "I think this entire song and dance has been more dangerous than anything I've ever done before."

"Really?" she asked with a sneer. "A woman like me is the most dangerous thing you've encountered? I suppose you still have much to learn about this world, young one."

"Yeah, yeah… speaking of which, can I get your contact information?"

The feline's pointy ears perked up. "I beg your pardon?"

"You know… an email address. Phone number. A shipping address. Just something to send you a message in case you want to meet up and do something like this again. Or… just talk, I guess…"

Medeina narrowed her icy blue eyes. "Don't fall in love with me, Swift. I only wanted to have sex. The path I walk means it isn't meant to be, anyway…"

Swift broke eye contact as he frowned and scratched the back of his head, making her tail slump a bit.

"...But you're a cute little guy. I suppose we can be the equivalent of friends with benefits, albeit I don't know if there's a similar concept in your culture. I'll give you an electronic inbox address to send me messages online, assuming you would find that suitable."

Swift shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

"For now, we rest." she said with a flick her tongue alongside closing her eyes. "Stay silent. Well… unless it's an emergency."

"Will do." he replied.

A sly smile formed on the scavenger's face with the knowledge that he won several stupid bets at the end of the day. Slowly, he closed his eyes. Then he fully reclined on some soft white fur. Purring served as the bewitching predator's lullaby as the young man finally drifted to sleep.