I’m Steve, and I think I’m the last of my kind: Human. I remember what happened. I volunteered for a cryogenic experiment. I would sleep for a week then wake up and explain any symptoms. I remember entering the chamber, then soon after, hearing frantic screams. “It’s malfunctioning! Get him out! Get him the fuck out!” Then, “No! He could die if we let him out early, we couldn’t fix that part!” “He could be there for yea-!” Then nothing.
Well, low and behold, being frozen for maybe thousands of years wasn’t my worst decision. I mean it only seemed to be a few minutes, but it was the best, most relaxing nap I’ve ever taken. But I was surprised to wake up and see…nothing. I was in a different building, I could tell that much. But I didn’t want to be in there anymore. I wanted to be out, stretch my legs, hit a bar and maybe get lucky. I looked around and called out, “Hello? Professor Green? Anyone? Hellooo?” I knocked on the door. The only problem it had as far as I could tell is that there wasn’t a handle on the inside.
It wasn’t long until I caught some attention. It wasn’t the fact that it was a raccoon, but the fact it was standing upright and wearing women’s clothes. “GAH! What the fuck!” I shouted. I must have surprised it…her as well. She turned around and poked her head out the door she came from and yelled something.
Despite my sudden shock, I couldn’t help but notice that she had a great ass. The skirt she was wearing hugged close to her apple-shaped buns, and as she leaned out the door she gave me a good look at her thighs. As surprised as I was at seeing her come in, I was even more surprised to see a cougar coming in wearing a lab coat and regular ‘human’ clothes. Despite my shock, I somehow found time to calm down. The cougar came up close to the glass. “H…hi?” I said awkwardly.
He came closer. “Can you…understand me?” he asked.
I was still unsure about my surroundings. “Y-Yeah. I can understand you.” My voice crackled nervously as I spoke. A smile came onto both of their faces, which kind of disturbed me. “Are you gonna let me out yet? Please?”
The raccoon walked up to the door. “Well…since you asked nicely…I suppose so.”
She opened the latch and I thanked her before stretching out my legs. I was trying as hard as I could to keep my cool, which was getting harder with one question burning a hole in me. “I don’t mean to impose, but what the fuck happened to the humans? Why are you…walking?”
They both took on a look of reluctance, more so on the raccoon. The cougar chirped in, “I, uh, don’t wanna be the guy to tell you this…but the last evidence of any ‘Human’ was from a few thousand years ago.”
The raccoon took a step back, almost as if she expected me to freak out…which I was doing inside me. A rush of new questions to ask, new things to scream, new things to do, and his words rushed my head before I fainted and fell to the ground.
I slowly stirred back to consciousness. Though my vision was blurry, I was happy that the first thing I saw was cleavage popping out of the top of a buttoned-up shirt. “Hmm…normally, I get your name first,” I said with a cocky grin. I looked up to meet her eyes, pretty and emerald green in color. I expected to be slapped or at least get a dirty look from her, but instead, she smiled as she held an ice bag to my head.
“Professor Sarah Green. Might not have come if you hadn’t said ‘Professor Green’.”
“Ah. Nice to meet you, Sarah.” I wasn’t expecting Sarah. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. “And who’s the…the, uh…”
“Cougar? That’s Ben Truman.” That was another thing I wasn’t expecting: Addressing each other as their species. “He’s the one that found you.”
I grabbed the bag of ice and sat up. “Sarah Green and Ben Truman…” I repeated. “I don’t want to sound rude, but those names sound…Human.”
“Most of our culture is based on ancient human technology and information.” She kept that friendly looking smile on her face the entire time. “Estimating from the human calendar, it’s around the year 4250, but only for a short while have we been able we recreate your technology.”
“I’m gonna have to see some of this myself.” I had an air of surprise in my voice as I stood up.
“Sorry, but you can’t yet.” The smile left her face and her hand…paw came to my shoulder. “I mean, you might be the last of your species! I hate to say it, but you are one of the most significant discoveries we’ve made.”
I was given a crash course on the fate of humanity. Around 2016, a deadly virus spread and killed most, if not, all of humanity. Without humans at the top of the food chain, animals were allowed to evolve. They stood upright, developed speech, grew thumbs, and eventually became ‘furs,’ as they called themselves. I was surprised that it only took a couple thousand years, where humans were a couple million. I think they just reached the peak they can with humans around, and without us to hinder them, nature just took its course.I learned that when they found me, they wanted to try and open the chamber, but the records they found of the lab’s past subjects discouraged them from doing so. It turned out opening a cryochamber prematurely causes the subject to instantly freeze to death.
After receiving my diploma in ‘You knew this was a bad idea from the beginning, yet you couldn’t listen to your gut you idiot,’ I was introduced to a set of twisted minds that even time can’t kill: The press. Ben gave a brief explanation of what and who I am, then I started receiving questions that they more than likely already had answers for. I felt I was going crazy, but Sarah, for some reason, made me feel calm.
Soon after, I received my first meal outside of the chamber, which, surprisingly to me, was a chicken sandwich. It wasn’t a chicken ‘furson,’ I feel I should say. There was a large list of animals that haven’t quite reached that level yet saw the passing of humans.
Sarah came with and sat across from me at our table. She looked at me with a bit of curiosity. “It’s weird, two thousand years in the future, yet you don’t seem fazed by it at all.”
“Well, not much has changes…I mean, maybe the awkwardness of bumping into someone that’s a descendant of my cat ‘Grouchy,’ but nothing too different…” Not too soon after, our waitress came up, and she was a cat that looked like Grouchy. A lot, right down to the color patches on her face and brown paws. I hadn’t noticed it until now. “Is’at all for now?” She asked.
I stared for a little longer before replying, “Nope. Nope, that’s all, thanks.” She left the bill and I looked at Sarah. “…Yeah…it was pretty awkward to meet her…”
Sarah laughed at me a little bit. “Looks like you ate your words there.” She laughed a little more. “But, that’s not what I meant. What I meant was…Well, you might be the last human…What about your family? And friends?”
“Well…I was an only child, my parents died when I was young…I was raised by my Grandma, and she died of old age. Believe it or not, I wasn’t very popular back then. I know I’ll miss my friends that I did have, but it shouldn’t be too hard to adjust.” I looked down into my coffee. I did have somewhat of a girlfriend, but have only known each other for about a week. Still, I felt something special about her…Almost the same thing I’m felt about Sarah. There was just something about her that made me feel like this will only get better for me.
“I don’t understand…If I’m the last human, how come it seems so…natural?” I asked. “It’s like you all see humans all the time. Hell, it didn’t even kick up that much dust when I woke up!”
She took her smile. “With everything we learned about humans, most of us thought we’d eventually run into one or two. It wasn’t that much of a surprise to see you.”
Going ahead a few weeks, I got a job at the place I woke up at, which was a human research center. I was the unofficial guru of how certain things worked. It seemed to disappoint people when I was presented with something that I didn’t know how it worked. One of the bonuses about working there was that I was close to Sarah. Though surprises seemed to have less of an effect on me by now, I was still surprised to hear that she was only 26, which is just two years older than I am. I didn’t know if I should tell her about how I feel. I still had no idea what was considered a taboo at this place.
Eventually, I earned a few new friends, all of them reminiscent of my old ones. Just like with my last girlfriend, they kept on pushing me to try and ask her out, partially because they want to see me fail. Also just like her, they were surprised as much as I was when she accepted. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I asked her out for the regular, stereotypical date: Dinner and dancing.
When we got to the club after dinner, one question was burning another hole in me. “What do you all think about…love between other species?” The smile she normally wore slowly disappeared. I was worried that I might have done the wrong thing.
“It’s…actually quite common,” She said. “And I know what you…actually mean by that question.”
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” I said, getting nervous as I prepared to get up.
She simply put her paw on my hand, giving me all explanation I needed. “I…I actually feel the same way…” Her smile came back on. “I thought that was the point of this entire date…”
We didn’t waste any time. She lived walking distance from the club, part of the reason I picked that particular one. We got to her apartment and didn’t even wait for the bedroom. She pushed me backwards onto her couch. She came to my side and knelt, kissing me passionately as both of our shirts came off. Her paw trailed down my chest as my hands went to her back, unsnapping her bra. Her breasts were large and perky, and her nipples shown through her fur. I went down and started sucking on one while pinching and teasing the other. Her hand continued down and went over the top of my pants, rubbing hard before finally unzipping. She moved away from my mouth and used hers to work my cock. I used my free hands to pull down her skirt. By god, I wanted to see her ass ever since I woke in the lab. I wasn’t disappointed by the view, either. I felt all the way down, rubbing my fingers on the wet spot on her thong. I rubbed for a little bit before moving it aside to put my fingers in her tight hole. She moaned out of pleasure and sucked a little deeper, coaxing a moan from me. She stood up, pulling off her thong and skirt but leaving on her stockings and heels. She laid inverted on my chest, her hot, wet pussy in front of me. She continued her work on my cock, as did I on her vagina, my fingers going in deep as my tongue worked her clit. It didn’t take much of this before she came, gently squirting into my mouth. She squirmed and twitched as I continued to suck on her clit after she came. It wasn’t much longer until I came in her mouth. I must have made a lot of cum in my cryogenic slumber, because my orgasm seemed to last minutes. I was pleasantly surprised how much of it she could handle, even though much of it was forced out of her mouth because of the quantity.
She reluctantly stood away from my still flickering tongue and came up to kiss me. I didn’t mind there was still some cum in her mouth. “It’s been…too long…” she said.
“Try waiting more than 22-hundred years,” I said with a sly grin.
I earned a laugh from her. “I need you. I need more of you!” Her hand went down and felt my already hard cock. She held and stroked it as she lifted her leg over me. I didn’t even need my hands to get my shoes, socks, and pants off. My boxers I decided would stay mostly on for now. She teased my tip with her hot cunt, repeating, “I need more of you!” before dropping down on it. The feeling of suddenly being inside her was overwhelming and I let out a loud moan. She worked slowly at first, going up and down, then grinding against me before going back up. Her hands propped on my chest as she started going faster. My hands rested on her hips as I started thrusting in rhythm with hers. We continued to pick up the pace as my hands went from her hips to her tits, massaging them and feeling them bounce lightly. Out of the ecstasy, her fingers pinched lightly on my nipples. Not experiencing that before, I had no objections to it. The pace quickened to the point all we could hear, other than our moans, was the sound of our loud, moist fucking. She started yelling out, “Fuck me! I need more! Harder!” I had no choice but to comply. She was on the verge of a climax, as was I. Our paces quickened until we came. Though she stopped, I continued thrusting powerfully, even after I filled her up. I continued until I couldn’t thrust any more, knowing we were both satisfied. I reluctantly pulled out of her and felt a combination of our fluids drip onto my pubis. We said nothing. Our smiles said volumes to each other. She fell asleep on my chest, and I soon followed.
When I woke up, she was still on me. And I was hard again. I woke her up by gently nuzzling to her neck and kissing. She woke slowly, whispering “Good morning,” She slowly got up and felt my cock besting between her beautiful ass cheeks. Looking at the clock, I noticed it was still a couple hours until work. We both grinned, knowing we both wanted more.
The End…?