What does Home mean?

Virgins' Chorus.

Sitting on the bed, our hearts pounding, I look at Brent.

I don't know what to even do, here.

How do I even have sex with a human?

Mom wouldn't tell me anything about her and dad... (can't blame her, honestly.)

Brent looks like he has an idea but he's too flustered to move.

We sigh at the same time and laugh at our mutual awkwardness.

He holds out his arms and I go over to him.

He laid down and I roll onto my stomach on top of him.

My body is mostly like a natural ferrets, but the size of a wild giant otter's.

At that moment, I realized what he was doing.

How he calculated that, I don't know.

How many times has this man thought about me?

He began stroking my back and I relax.

Then, he runs his hand under me and felt around.

I squeaked when he touched my vulva.

He stopped and I got a little heated.

"Are you crazy? Dont stop!" I say, licking his neck and nipping him a bit.

He parted me and felt for my vagina.

My breathing was a little ragged when he pulled his finger out.

I growled but he put a finger on either side and raised my pelvis up, sliding his penis in slowly.

I squealed and my tail shot straight up as my legs went sideways.

It felt like he stretched me around him.

It wasn't unpleasant but it seemed like it should've been.

He draws out and starts rocking his hips and I nuzzle and lick his neck... my body suddenly seizes and a high pitched whine escapes my mouth.

My body feels like it's on fire and I don't want it to end.

Then, he kisses me.

I start trying to match him but seized again after only a few strokes.

He hasn't stopped once, yet.

However, I accidentally clawed his chest.

He gently moves me to the mattress and I lay on my stomach.

As he positioned hisself over me, I tucked my feet under myself and arched my back.

He pushes into me again and now is when his control starts slipping.

After a few more minutes, my body seized again, but he groans and I feel pulsing from him at the same time.

After he stopped, he laid down beside me but hadn't pulled out.

Pulling me to his body, he places his hand on my lower abdomen, close to my pelvis and starts again.

I lost track of how many times I seized, but, he keeps going!

He makes me feel like I am all that matters in the world.

In this moment, my life is a roaring fire and he is stoking the embers while dumping gasoline onto it.

I scream as my body seizes again and I feel him pulsing again.

"On your back, please." He whispers.

"I don'wanna claw you again." I weakly mumbled.

"My back is tougher than my chest... I think."

He rolls me onto my back, cups my head with his left hand and runs the fingers of his right hand through the fur on my chest, up the side of my neck and strokes my cheek with his thumb

My eyes roll back and I wrap my arms around him as he forcefully thrusts over and over.

This goes on for what felt like an hour.

I keep seizing every so often and, then, he starts losing control again.

I scream again, he shouts and this time, the pulsing was stronger than both times before.

He finally stops, though he still hasn't pulled out.

He was still pulsing after a while.

I don't want him to pull out, though.

I lick the sweat from his neck and face as we come down from the experience.

He strokes my head and kisses me.

Laying down, he pulls me to him and I think that he's going to start again.

Nope. He's finished.

I won't pretend I know what all happened other than the best experience of my life, thus far.

What I will say is this; that was only his first time.... ever!

He'd died a virgin and, apparently, this body was also a virgin... until now.

We both crash and I wake up a few hours later.

I get up to go use the restroom and, after finishing, I feel something sticky down there as I'm wiping.

"Yuck! What... what is this?" I asked.

I smell it and immediately recognize Brent's smell.

I calm down and finish cleaning myself, smiling as I realize that it's probably what I read about in one of dad's anatomy books...

washing my hands, I walk back into the bedroom to see Brent hard again.

"No way! How?" I think, seeing how large his is.

I climb back onto the bed and, sniffing him, I can smell myself and a rush of pride fills me.

I also feel different but I can't quite describe it.

Happy isn't the correct word for it...

Oh well..

I lay down on his chest to go back to sleep.

Nothing can ruin this moment and I drift off, happy and...

Fulfilled! That's the word!

Sounds like a dirty word...

I nearly laugh at the thought but remain calm and go to sleep.

The next morning, we wake up and Brent nervously asks me if he was any good at all.

"Seriously? My feet are numb.

I had to walk on all fours to get to the bathroom last night.

My tail is numb, too." I laugh.

He sighs.

"Fair is fair. What about me?" I asked.

"You were great." He says.

Mmmmm... good answer... I like that answer... I like it a lot...

I snuggle up to him and lick his cheek.

"I love you." I say.

"I love you too." Brent hugs me and gets up, curling my body into his arms.

I curl my tail and cover myself and he laughs.

"What's that about?" He asks.

"It's ugly." I say.

"No uglier than my penis." He says.

My ears go back and he laughs again.