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The Starlight Bunny Haven

A long, long time ago, there was a legal brothel of a similar-sounding title. That was back when social structure was less accepting of sex and sexuality.

Tello often wondered about the different eras and how life would have been like in them. The somnimulations provided a lot of insight, but just knowing it was an artificial rendering made it... less believable.

Tello, and so many others like him at this community--and in-general across the colonies--were a product of several small, but fundamentally key technologies. Well, small is a matter of perspective; at the time they were huge.

Quantum Computers were the first practical application of quantum technology. They didn't even realize at the time what they had done, believing they were just becoming more efficient at storing data and keeping cryptographers of the age up at night. Much like anesthesia at the time, it worked; but they didn't exactly know how. They had a good idea, reasonable explanations for their understanding at the time. But, akin to the slaves watching shadow-puppetry on the cave, they were merely looking at the contrast of what was really happening.

On a separate front, the medical industry saw a boom in synthecyte research. Archaic politics hamstrung the development at the time, known by another name long-forgotten except to the bibliophiles. But, eventually, with the power of their quantum computational industry, the capacity to fabricate a eukaryote was in their realm of possibility--and then reality.

Nanotechnology was swept under the rug. Synthetically created cells were much easier to produce, and much easier to program. They were naturally fault-resistant, and with carefully-crafted standards, bugs were a controllable statistic.

Then came the Gates, and the spacial-expansion that followed was a complete accident. Like Penicillin, the ability to exploit quantum mechanics to create simultaneous instances of fundamental building-blocks happened because of an off-by-one error in an alignment matrix. A meeting was scheduled, but when the two claimed to be in the meeting room at the same time, bickering back and forth, it soon donned on them that were both in the same room at the same time--but on a different plane.

The Gates, as quantum mechanics is wont to do, caused a dramatic ripple-effect in interpersonal relations. Though the world had changed quite exponentially, there was still the uncomfortable idea that your neighbor now had a literal doorway that could be accessed from any other doorway.

Then, the power to modify the genome brought about a small intrapersonal shift. At first, it was for those that needed it: the ill. It was expensive, but possible. It took a while for technology to advance enough to become the commodity that it was today, which was now known as a Biogenetic Synthesis; Big-Synth for short.

Once one got over the idea that much of who they were was, essentially, reprogrammable, then it was just a matter of how ambituous one was.

Though society was much different from the days before Quantum Computing, it still had laws and ideologies that stood the test of time.

Public nudity and sex was a long-repealed mindset. It was not so much that everyone clamored to romp on the streets--well, strictly not everyone--but that such things did not make sense in a shifting philosophy.

Things like discrimination, assault, homicide, and sexual misconduct toward minors were still as stone, as well as many other sensible things. But, there were, as there often are, still gray areas in these regards.

For example, when one like Tello, who had fully grown and consciously elected to undergo a Big-Synth that would take him back to childhood--in fact one of the more routine and simpler kinds of Synths--and yet he would retain all his knowledge and experience growing up; what did it stand, legally, if he had sex?

Thankfully, that conundrum was posed, argued, and agreed upon long before he was eight years old the first time.

Hence the community.

The Starlight Bunny Haven was a community, akin to many others, founded on catering to many different sexual orientations and fetishes, not just his. It was a haven where one could visit, or even live, with the explicit and express purpose of using others for the intention of indulging one's, often-times elsewhere considered eccentric, desires. In return, one would also be a participant in indulging others' desires.

A symbiotic relationship, as Dr. Mindleby expressed.

It was perceived to be fairly large, but the population was kept confidential. It was its own society with its own regulations, some significantly different from outside of its borders.

It was also a bitch to get into.

Tello applied over two years ago. It was like University, way back in the day--he had to be accepted. Monthly medical tests, psychological evaluations, and genome treatments; an ordeal that culminated into this: his eight-year-old body, and his first step into the liberation of his deepest fantasies.

* * *

The air was fresh, and vibrant. The luminescent grass undulated and shifted colors every few seconds all about. Wisps of light darted amongst the flowers. These lights were called fairies, and were actually synthesized organisms that, at the time, were proof-of-concept for what would become the Big-Synth. But, fairies proved so versatile, and were so highly adapted and modularized, that they had become a staple in the performance of any task one could imagine--the upkeep of a vast, synthetic environment, for just one example.

He strode several steps upon the sidewalk, before looking back over his shoulder. Behind the tinted glass, Dr. Mindleby's lips were parted with arousal as Delila cleaned her other nipple. He shook his head, and carried on.

He inwardly did thank Melody. He recognized that she had a particular way of breaking in newcomers. It was only thanks to her gentleness and vote of confidence that he could walk down this sidewalk in the nude.

It was optional, of course. Nude, underwear, swim trunks, fully-clothed; whatever he wanted to do, he could. If he desired to spend the rest of his visit here without so much as touching an article of clothing, except to remove it off another, that was entirely reasonable, and probably half-expected.

The sidewalk eventually cut off, giving way to the grass. Translucent beams of light stood up to help outline the paths along the erosion-proof super-plant. The lights were not actually physical, they were perceived. In its fledgling state, it was called augmented reality, and required external devices to maintain the illusion. Over time, and with the help of a synthesized organ directly integrated into the body, it became ubiquitous, and therefore just part of normal reality.

He walked along the springy grass, following the path to the nearest social center. Not long after leaving the sidewalk, he began to notice the other residents. There was a gathering off in the distance, having a picnic in a park area. He spotted another few tossing a Frisbee in the open field.

As he meandered the light-path, another boy was headed the opposite way.

He was a skunk, teenaged. His sole article of clothing was a yellow-and-black shirt that only covered his chest. He openly gazed down at the fox-boy's erection.

"Morning," the skunk teen bid the fox-boy.

"Morning," Tello replied.

And, just like that, his first organic interaction was made.

So casual, so passive. Had it not been a boy, he probably would have turned into a bumbling idiot. In truth, he was dreading declining the boy's possible proposition. He was only interested in girls. Even though he knew full well the boy had access to his profile, and probably accessed it right away, the first experience is always tense.

Come to think of it, he forgot to try out their interface.

Soon enough, he arrived at the social center. It was enclosed, and slightly elevated. To get to it, there were a few ramped walkways. Grass still dominated the ground, it was actually fairly uncommon for cement or stone to be present except to lead to a building. The social center, and the ramp-ways leading up to it, were covered by shade-algae--another synthesized organism. A form of algae that was constructed into enclosures, designed to regulate ambient temperature and lighting. It felt like conventional glass to the touch, and therefore it was also called glass. Though both still existed, most structural glass was some form of algae.

As he entered the center, the volume increased steadily. Music played, voices chit-chatted, and the occasional moan and squeal echoed.

Inside, the atmosphere was that of twilight. The shade-algae was tinted such that it gave the appearance of the sky just after the sun had set. The luminescent grass shined a moonlight-blue, with purple and yellow specs twinkling into shapes and symbols now and again--the modern version of a disco-floor.

The drastic change was a bit overwhelming. These centers were the primary hubs where people came to mingle, in every sense of the term, as well as where all of the staple establishments were. Though the population of the community was kept confidential, there was no doubt most of it was concentrated in the various centers about the campus.

Tello made his way to a vacant bench, to soak in the environment.

Dozens of people were dancing and grinding, out in the square. Some couples turned their partying into more primal acts--in fact, the couple of boys in front of him did just that. The still-adult picked up the child-like adult, and unified them without hesitation.

They could have known one another, or they could have just met a moment ago. It didn't matter--all that did was that either they were naturally allowed to because of their profiles, or that both accepted to go outside of their preferences. Given that no one prevented their activities, one of those two conditions had been met.

He used this opportunity to test out the interface. He focused on a few individuals eating dinner at the restaurant to his right. At the table sat an adult male, an adult female, and little girl that looked to be no older than seven.

He brought up their profiles, and chuckled with a bit of appreciation. Interfaces were something that, for all the science in the world, people still fought over. But, in general, there were three major accepted paradigms: UnifEye, its close derivative VisiOne, and Re-eye-lity. But often places thought they were better than all three standards, and would implement their own interface. It wasn't a bad thing--they all used the same underlying structures--but it meant you had the annoying pleasure of tweaking their interface to your liking, if they even allowed it.

If you were lucky, that place may have also worked to integrate one of the sensible standards that everybody and their parallel selves used, but it was usually just that one and it was usually half-assed.

But this place had all three, and only those three. And they were fully integrated; convenient defaults, yet fully customizable if desired. Whomever managed the Neuroband in this area was a bad-ass motherfucker that didn't need to take names.

His particular interface preference was Re-eye-lity. He spent just a few seconds optimizing the profile for this place, and when he was done he had everything just the way he wanted without compromise--for once in his life.

The people at the table were James, Cassandra, and Eric, in the same order he had listed them from a moment ago; thanks to looking the child's profile he discovered he was actually a male--and Tello did not allow that to be obfuscated from him.

In each of the profile windows, below the name, was a gradient color-pallet that went from red, to yellow, to green. A black tick was situated at a point along the pallet. The color that the tick landed on indicated, roughly, their level of agreement and how they should interact, at least more than just socially.

The two males were both in the red. This was expected, as he was not really into that. He could experiment, if he wanted to, but he had to work it out with them. He was also red to them, because the nature of the system was to be transparent to all parties, unless otherwise specified. This meant that he could also see they were green for one another.

Cassandra was yellow. It meant that they still needed to communicate, but that their preferences were close enough that the compromise would be fairly attainable.

He looked over the icons of her profile, not bothering to tweak the recommended priority settings--he trusted their algorithms over anything he could come up with for the moment. The icons were short-hand indicators for the fetishes and preferences the person was into. She was into dominating girls, and effeminate boys. The latter in particular. She liked oral and anal, preferred to be in pairs or three-ways, open to group. But what really caught his eye, was the icon that indicated she had opted for girls to rape her. This went almost in direct contrast to her earlier preference for being the dominant over females.

He was surprised to see someone whom had opted for rape so soon. It was one of the reasons that the community was so difficult to get into, and why regular psychological evaluations were required. Rape, just like sexual conduct with a minor, was still illegal. However, within the community, if one was accepted, they could opt to allow to be raped. This meant that at any time, for any reason, they could be jumped--only by those specified, of course. Since this type of conduct was allowed, the community had to be sure visitors would understand and be able to differentiate that, upon leaving The Haven, they could no longer participate in such conduct.

He, of course, could not rape her. But, to his understanding of the rules of conduct, if he was female, he could go up to her right now and have his way with her. He could drag her to an alleyway and, based on her preferences, inflict mild pain. If he was female, he could do so, and the two males sitting at the table would not lift a finger to intervene. In fact, if she allowed it, a ping would be sent out to other compatible individuals nearby, in case they wanted to participate--the exact opposite of a rape-whistle.

But, as it stood, he was not allowed, and to do so would mean being expelled permanently, and most likely some kind of legal recourse. Not that he had any desire to, really. He had not opted to be raped by girls, himself, but he could at any time, through the medical center.

He contemplated what decision he would make if he came across someone he could rape. But only for a moment, as he felt now that he was comfortable with the interface and acclimated to the atmosphere, he was ready to start looking for his first... encounter.

He felt the gentle rush in his loins as the blood in his erection cycled. This allowed him to keep an erection for long periods of time without encountering priapism. He waited for the cycle to finish, and slid off the bench. He walked about the circumference of the central square, the building-fronts to his left and the beating, vibrating music to his right.

There were plenty of restaurants, each one selling different historical and cultural foods.

He passed a cluster of arts and ceramics studios, where individuals modeled for others to draw, paint, sculpt, chisel, or even just to get off to. There was a library, where in the windows he could see children reading books. One particular boy he had good vantage of turned the page while his lower half was nursed by another boy beneath the table.

The dormitories were a high-traffic area. People were leaving and entering, the former alone or in pairs, the latter in pairs or in groups. A group of kids were sitting on the porch, bottles of alcohol strewn even on the grass in front, as if tossed in contest. A particularly inebriated husky-girl in a school-uniform hopped up on a chair that was positioned against the railing, and lifted her skirt to show off her bare mound. A group of boys were looking up at her in anticipation. She stood on the chair with her stomach and hips pronounced, and guzzled the bottle in her other hand. As she drank, she let loose a spray from her loins, showering the giggling audience below.

Past the dormitories, he paused at a place called The Blooming Flower. The tool-tip that popped up in his vision informed him it was a Hot-Chocolate and Cupcakes Bar. As he contemplated going in, he saw a couple of girls exiting. Instead of walking hand-in-hand or arm-in-arm, they had their palms firmly cupped against the other's groin. The one with lighter fur had a deep red blush on her cheeks.

"Hiya!"

The voice came from behind him. He turned, to see a golden-furred lioness of about five or six, holding a small tray with a few cupcakes.

She smiled at him, and moved the tray so that she gripped it with both hands. She lowered it, resting the brim against the tops of her knees and tilting it forward. "See anything you like, maybe?"

The way she had it positioned, she was clearly trying to entice him. Her body was nude, save for the flower hanging from her waist over her pubic mound. It was pointed downward so that the petals obstructed the full view to that which it was a euphemism for.

"I'm... um..." He noticed she licked her lips, blinking amorously at his erection. "I'm just...kinda browsing."

She frowned with a pout. "Maybe some other time," she resolved. "Try a cupcake," her tone shifted to a genuine cheeriness again. "You'll like it," she promised in a sing-song voice, proffering the tray.

Without any reason, he selected one. They were all pretty similar: luminescent frosting that shifted from light-blue, to pink, and then back to light-blue. He licked the frosting clean first, and then bit into the cake. "This is really good," he complimented, half out of sincerity and half out of nervousness, for she was watching him with an expectant smile.

She squealed with appreciation. "Our cupcakes are made with a special feminine touch," she advertised. "We guarantee that each batch is made with a unique combination of ingredients."

"Is it a secret recipe?" He asked, finishing the cake.

"Oh no, not at all," she giggled. "We use the typical fresh ingredients that every wonderful cupcake has used since goodness-knows-how-long," she explained. "What makes our batches unique depends on who contributes to them."

"Contributes...?" He questioned.

She chuckled. "Yup. These, for example," she motioned to the tray with her nose, "Is our original Morning Dew house-blend. Our house-blends have the orgasmic delight of the entire staff."

It was only then that the meaning behind the words she used struck him. His tongue slowly swept over his lips. Somehow, the notion that he had just eaten something containing the feminine juices of a number of girls he did not know didn't bother him as much as he expected.

"Thanks for the sample," he bid.

She smiled. "Any time." Before he fully turned to go on his merry way, she reached out and held his arm. "Um... If you ever want to taste my ingredient," she said with a bit of a nervous blush to her cheeks, "I hang out here all the time."

He took her hand, and kissed it. "I'll keep that in mind, cutie," he promised. His ego swelled when she bashfully giggled.

He continued on, looking back to see her stepping cheerily back into the shop. He wandered past a few more fetish-themed buildings. There was an Elizabethan-style open theater, upon which a _fore_play was performing. Further along the path of his rounds was a school-house that taught only the most important subjects to the children inside. He quickly passed a very macabre-looking mini-castle, from which screams and shouts of ecstatic agony echoed forth.

In an odd juxtaposition, he slowed his pace at the next building. He wasn't surprised as to why, but it rapidly consumed his attention--or rather the appendage on him which stood at attention, and desired attention.

The building was rosy-pink, with white outline. The windows were occluded by stained-glass portraits of abstract figures in motion. The neon-purple sign that stuck off of the top of the roof displayed its namesake, in a gaudy cursive that fully understood itself: Slututu.

Set several feet outside the building, was a hologram. The featureless, though childishly-framed ballerina, was primarily purple-colored save for the pink tutu about her waste. She performed a series of animations: first, she curtsied, then she twirled about with one leg out before curling down into a ball, and finished by bursting out with her feet and hands spread; the animation looped.

Tello made his way toward the entrance, trying his best not to look too excited or eager. Another boy, a badger just a bit older than he, wearing red tights that were a bit see-through, beat him to the door by just a few seconds.

The badger held the door open as a teen-aged girl stumbled out and tumbled onto the grass with her eyes rolling and her muzzle peeled into a blissful grin. The cream that leaked from between her thighs was a sign she had gotten quite a work-out.

"Thanks," Tello said, almost sheepishly to the boy, as he glanced back to the girl before passing the threshold.

"Sure thing," the boy replied, his voice cracking.

"Hey, Taylor!" The teen-aged raccoon-girl squealed right away, brushing past the fox-boy to embrace the badger. "Oh the red ones are so cute! They're my favorite!" She commented, rubbing her finger against his tights, and sneaking a quick cop at his package inside.

"You want 'em off or on?" The badger's pubescent voice teased, vainly fighting her efforts to grope and fondle him.

"You know I can't decide," she retorted. "Why don't you ask the girls in Studio D-2?" She gave him a kiss and a spank. "Go teach those boys dancing ain't just for girls."

"Sure, sure," he replied, "See ya later."

The raccoon-girl sighed as he left, then collected herself to gaze at the fox boy. "Hello there," she greeted; cheerfully, but not nearly as enthusiastically.

"Um... hi," Tello replied, meekly waving.

She giggled, approaching the boy and glancing down at his erection. "Welcome to Slututu," she said, extending her hand.

He reached out to shake it, but after one pump, she reached down and brazenly stroked the underside of his shaft. It sent a nervous but excited shiver down his spine. He looked at her attire: an orange leotard with light-orange tutu and baby-blue tights.

"I take it you're still kinda new here, huh?" She asked, gripping the warm shaft.

He tensed. "Um... Y--yeah," he admitted. "I just... um..." He half-wondered if she was listening, for she was looking at his member more than his eyes. "I just came out of suspension a little while ago."

"Ooo!" She squealed. "Wow! You're fresh!" She beamed. "Have you even gotten to put it in anything yet?" She asked with amazement.

"N--no," he shyly replied.

She retracted her attentions, clapping her hands. "That's so awesome!" She proclaimed. "Well, first of all, my name's Victoria, what's yours?"

"Tello," he replied.

"Hi, Tello," she said with formality. "Since you're a freshie, let me just say that I understand the first day or two is a bit awkward. But," she smiled with her hand and index finger raised, "You picked a perfect place to start." She extended her hand, and when he hesitantly took it, she immediately tugged him into a walk.

He was led down a central hallway as he walked, getting a glimpse into different rooms; some occupied with music playing, some empty or dark. All the while, she addressed him.

"My sister and I established Slututu way way back when the community only had three social centers. We have a presence in every one, so you know there's always a familiar place you can turn to, if you need," she said with a bit of a wink.

They stopped in the middle of an intersection, where people passed now and again.

"We established our dance studios specifically as a place where boys and girls can come as a way to break the ice. Unlike most other places, where you go in with other intentions; here, we take a more... natural approach. Let me ask you, do you like to watch girls dance?"

Tello swallowed. "Um... Yeah... I guess," he answered indirectly.

She giggled, and rested her hand on his shoulder. "Don't be shy--it's easier if you're honest with yourself," she advised. "So... answer honestly: Do you like to watch girls dance..." She trailed, her hand drifting from his shoulder, down his chest and stomach, and finally wrapped about his girth. "Or watch girls dance?"

He couldn't help the blush, looking a bit away, his knees bending shyly at her hold on his loins.

She smiled with understanding, and gave his shaft a firm squeeze. "So let me put it this way, Tello. Each of these halls," she motioned to her side down the intersection, "leads to different studios. Studios A and B," she pointed back down the hall where they came, "are where boys and girls come to actually learn how to dance. Studio C is where girls show off their dancing-moves, and boys watch, and the opposite for Studio D. The difference is," she pointed down the hallway behind her, "in those studios, the dancers aren't performing for just claps and whistles, if you know what I mean." She finished with a grin, and a glance down to his erection.

Tello glanced beyond to see a naked boy covered in sweat coming out a doorway on the left. As the boy drew nearer, he could distinctly smell the odor of sex lingering about him like an aura.

"Any questions?" The raccoon-girl asked, waving to the boy as he passed.

"I don't... think so," Tello replied.

She did a bit of a toe-dance. "C'mon, don't be so shy--you're here for the same reason I am. We're friends, you and me." She held him by the arms. "So, be honest. You want to learn the dance, or the dancer?"

He bit his lip. "Um... The... the dancer," he mumbled. He felt a wave of heat run through his body as she cooed and kissed his cheek.

"You'll want Studio C then. We like to think it stands for Cunny," she giggled, taking him by the hand again. "There's more than one room, so if one's too crowded with sausages or none of the girls catch your fancy, you can try to find another. They know what you're there for, so you don't have to be all shy or formal--just walk up and start touching and groping, they'll even stretch to give you better angles." She led him to the first open door. "Also, they'll be wearing different things, or nothing at all. If you want them to change, they'll be glad to--you can even follow them and watch if you want. It's actually kind of a good idea," she pulled open door by the long, vertical handle. "That way, you can make sure it's really what you want them to wear, and they don't have to go back-and-forth." She gestured for him to enter. "Good luck, Tello."

"Thanks," he said, holding onto the door-frame. He paused, looking back. "Really," he added.

She stole his chin and locked lips with him. He gave the most adorable whimper, and she moaned into the kiss. "Give your first girl all ya got, big boy," she cheered, patting him on the arm.

He meekly nodded, padding into the room and sticking to the near wall. The music was loud, but not drowning. The song playing died down, and a slow classical-sounding piece started up right away.

To his right, a set of risers with several tiers took up the space from wall-to-wall. Above was a set of windows that appeared to be an observation loft.

Beneath his feet, and across the entire room, the bouncy dance floor gently quivered with the sound of landing bounds and poses.

And out on that floor was the main attraction. Over a dozen girls of varying age, skill, and attire were moving in a manner that sought a particular kind of attention. Several more were not dancing, but rather paired with a boy--or, in one lucky girl's case, two.

There were slightly more boys than girls. Some sat on the risers, just watching and ogling. Others were walking amongst the dancers, occasionally reaching out to stroke, grope, or take one by the hand to lead off to the side.

He went to the risers, sitting in the third tier near the wall. Below him, a boy was reclining back, a rather young girl nearly gagging around his shaft. She bobbed with a lot of effort, her face wrinkled in focus as her small throat was pushed to its limits.

He watched the girls out on the dance floor. His hand idly went to his shaft, as his eyes went from one dancer to the next. Some were fully attired, others wore just the tights or the leotards. A few wore panties, one also sporting a bra. The majority, however, were very much nude.

Their bodies bent and stretched, posing and twirling and twisting as sensually as possible. One of the naked girls found her way to the forefront, lifting her leg and exposing her young nethers fully for the boys.

One of them took the bait, excitedly hopping up from the risers. He approached her, holding onto the outstretched leg, and made himself comfortable with her.

Tello glanced as the boy next to him began moaning, and then let everyone know his orgasm had hit. The girl gasped as she pulled free, his semen dripping from her tongue, and more spurting forth onto her blushed face.

One of the teens wearing panties tried her luck, leaping forward into the splits. She leaned back, resting on her palms, displaying her budding chest as proudly as she could. One of the boys walking by knelt behind her, and began running his hands across her stomach. His left hand began admiring that chest she felt so much pride in, while the other found its way into her underwear.

Tello was getting more excited, but the room felt too... crowded. He looked toward the far wall, and saw there was a door. He made his way toward it, almost tip-toeing as if he were afraid of disturbing the two teens double-penetrating a girl that was half their age.

He slipped out into the narrow side-hall, only to be met by a heavy moan. Right outside the door, a young boy was just tall enough to kiss the teenager's groin with abandon. The tights at her ankles were damp with saliva, and her feminine fluids. The girl opened her eyes dreamily and gazed at him as she was thoroughly pleasured. "S--sorry," he muttered with a blush, negotiating past them toward the other door.

It was labeled Studio C-3. He quickly darted in.

The music in here was much more ambient. There were long, drawn-out notes backed by soft bird-chirps and tinkling chimes. The floor shook much less, for all the action was in the air about the dancers. Each one had a pair of ribbons. They twirled and whirled about, whipping and undulating the long, colored tongues in a hypnotic complement to the entrancing music.

In this room, there were no risers. Each wall was adorned with a mirror, save for the cuts where the three doors were. To Tello's surprise, there were only a few boys in the room, but not quite as many girls as well.

He took a seat on the floor, as one of the other boys was doing so. The third was already rolling about with a girl all a-giggle.

The other girls began making their passes to him. Some were obvious, some more subtle. One girl, who was wearing a g-string, had a red ribbon that was threaded through in such a way that it draped over the front and back triangles of her underwear like a loin-cloth. She leapt before him, sensually swaying her hips in a sort of belly-dance to ensure those ribbons caught his eye.

One of the girls was more coy and playful. She was nude, and circled about him, touching him with her ribbons. She made them stroke his arms, brush his back, and tickle his neck. Before she parted way, the ribbon rested on his shoulder, and slowly dropped into his lap, grazing his member as it retreated.

Yet he couldn't find himself connecting to any of them. Were it not his first experience, he would most certainly have taken one in the first room. But he wanted the first girl to be just right: little, sweet, and shy, like him. Someone he could relate to. Someone who shared the same kinds of fantasies as him, and naturally.

In his periphery, he saw motion. But not the whip of a ribbon or the flash of a crotch. The far door opened, and another dancer entered.

The mousette clutched her ribbons with her hands against her chest. She looked about, as if worried she would be spotted and everyone would tease her for being late. She scurried along the mirror-wall, but dropped her ribbons. Hastily she collected them, and decided on fluffing them out.

Her fur was bubblegum-pink, with patches of lighter and heavier color saturation here and there. Most notable was a band of vibrant pink about her left ankle like an anklet, and a patch of near-white that peeked out of the shoulder-strap of her leotard.

The leotard in question, colored turquoise, was all she wore. It gave off a metallic sheen. The Venus shape of her groin, and the slight recess in the center of her chest, were accented in a sensual shadow. The slight pooch of her smooth tummy, and the barely-pronounced potential of her immature bosom, refracted the rich light that fell upon her from above.

She flapped her ribbons to straighten them out, and took a deep breath, before tearing from the comfort of the wall. Her motions were clumsy and uncontrolled, her ribbons flailing and fumbling more than gracefully drifting and whirling.

She was not quite the least graceful in the room, but she was among them. Trying her best, but inexperienced and out of her element. She was overtly diffident and nervous.

And with each hesitant placement of her foot and timid flick of her ribbons, Tello found the warmth inside him burning. Amidst the noise of the other girls frolicking hither and thither, like a flurry of cherry-blossoms swirling about in a spring breeze, his eyes remained focused upon her.

His temples began to beat as his heart thundered like a giant's drum calling up a storm. He could tell his face was burning, cheeks red and blushing as if everyone were watching him ogle her.

The other boy who was sitting had gone to a kneel and began pumping his shaft to two girls teasing a third with their ribbons. The other one, who had been rolling with a partner, was now hilted and desperately trying to attain climax. Though there was little chance they would suddenly take interest in the newcomer very soon, Tello felt that if he did not act right now, he would miss this opportunity.

He started to count to three. But after he took in his breath at one, he was on his feet at two and already moving. He tried to walk with as much assurance as possible. Every step was a committed pull toward the catcher of his eye. His focus narrowed, and his mind began to try and come up with his first meager words to mumble to her.

She noticed him, her eyes blinking with a flash as they met his, but then they rolled as she went a bit dizzy from her twirling.

Shut off in his tunnel-vision, the shadow that caste before him did not deter his approach. He did not even flinch at the ribbon that crossed nearly inches before his face. He was far too late to stop the flash of light and the crippling pain against his eye and cheekbone.

The mousette winced as she saw what was coming seconds before it happened. She covered her mouth when the slap of impact dashed about the room. She and several others glanced over as the accidental assailant squealed with surprise, and the boy she had inadvertently decked was stumbling back in pain.

Tello groaned with a closed mouth as the pain throbbed and ebbed repeatedly.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay? I didn't see you, I'm so-so-so-so sorry!"

He tried to speak but it came out in mumbles. Her hands rested on him, but he shook her off and huffed. "I'm'mh'kay," he muttered, getting his voice back. "No big deal." When he felt her face get in close, he took in a breath, and balked. Awkwardly and shamefully, he trotted toward the door in the direction he was already walking, and slid out, leaving his dignity behind.

He walked a few feet down the narrow hall, pressed his back against the wall, and slid down. Biting his lip, he rested his left hand on his knee while his right timidly touched his cheek. It felt puffy and sore. It would heal right away with first-aid. The flesh healed easily enough. His ego--what he had of one, anyway--probably wouldn't.

He thought it would be different, here. People like him, who shared his fixations and fetishes. Able to change his body in ways he thought might make him irresistible. But he couldn't change his mind. His personality. His psychological profile, as the staff of this place would call it.

And yet they promised him that his wildest fantasies would come true.

To his left, he heard the door open. He was already bottled up with his shame, so when he saw the pair of pink-furred shins that stood in front of him, he ignored them. She tried to call his attention, her voice soft and coaxing.

Then she placed her hands on her thighs, and squatted down just a little. For a full five seconds, his eye was naturally pointed to her groin. The turquoise leotard wrinkled over her mound in such a teasing fashion. Though he was drawn to the sight, he reflexively gave in and darted his eyes up to look at her proper.

She giggled. "Now that I got your attention: you all right?" She questioned, smiling.

He saw in her smile a missing tooth. It only added to the charm that first allured him. "I'm fine," he said, sullenly.

"Well... c'mon, then," she said, placing her hand on his head and standing upright.

This had the effect of his line-of-sight naturally lining up with her groin once more. He felt a gentle tug on his scalp.

"Stand up. No sense waiting, let's fix it up." The boy stood, his height a few inches taller than hers. She let her hand angle up high on his head for a moment, before drawing it down his body. Her eyes followed her fingers, over his unharmed cheek, down his plush-furred chest, over his cute little belly-bulge, and finally to rest beside his penis. She ogled it for a few seconds, before quickly claiming it into her grip. As if she had held his hand, she looked up at him and beckoned, "Follow me."

When her grip gently squeezed him and she turned to guide him by his lustful flesh, his hackles raised. Not in a threatening or agitated manner, but just out of nervousness. He didn't expect her to be so forward. And yet, there was something about the way she would steal glances back at him. He thought he saw that her cheek was a bit more red than pink.

To his reluctance, they went into the main intersection. Several people were also walking through, all glancing and smiling. He caught the eyes of a teen-aged boy and a little girl; the girl winked, and the boy nodded approvingly.

"By the way," the guide asked, as she arrived at the pedestal to the quantum gate. "What's your name?" The column flashed as rested her hand upon the orb, and constructed an alignment matrix.

"Um... Tello," he replied, as the wall began to ripple.

She turned to face him, and added a supporting hand to his testicles. "Mine's um... Nishanti," she said, her voice and her muzzle dipping. Without another word, she stepped backwards into the oily-black portal, coaxing him forward by his tumescent appendage.

They passed into another quantum zone--her personal dormitory. Well, an instance of the same dormitory room that everyone shared that was designated as hers, anyway.

It was a polygonal-shaped room, with each section able to be customized, or sections able to be added and removed.

It had a marble-top sink and mini vanity-mirror. Then, a much larger vanity-mirror a few feet further down. There was still yet a third kind of mirror in another segment. This one was called an omnirror, for it gave a three-dimensional projection of yourself from any angle. It was revolutionary in its debut if for the only reason one could finally accurately see how clothing fit the posterior.

Along the opposite segment of the mirror was a segment for dancing. A small replica of the dance mat flooring and support-bar were among the amenities to suit a dancer's needs. Couches, a TV, and ottomans were placed within another segment. In the last segment, the floor was tiled, and a toilet, bidet, waterfall-bath, standing-shower, and drying-chamber were all neatly arranged. It was possible to section off the bathroom for privacy by means of a curtain.

The pink mousette in turquoise leotard let go of her charge to retrieve the first-aid supplies.

As she trotted to the first-aid box affixed to the wall near the bathroom segment, Tello watched her toned rump and tail. The leotard shimmered and wrinkled about her backside, one edge of the elastic trim creeping inward as a bit of a wedgie formed in her haste. Her thumb adjusted the fabric right away with a soft snap as she popped open the box and retrieved what she needed.

"Um... sit here," she instructed, pointing at the couches.

He took his seat, barely situated on the edge.

She stuck out her tongue, shaking the thin-bodied can in both of her hands. The inner ball clunked about as it settled, and she leaned in to point the nozzle at his cheek.

He closed his eye as the cold foam ejected onto his fur. The foam began to fizz and tingle as the millions of proto-synthecytes sought out his injury and assimilated with his cells, his body using them to rapidly heal itself. In just a few seconds, several days' worth of healing occurred. When the fizzling foam settled down, the ache was gone and the swelling had subsided. It was as if he had not gotten hit in the first place.

She giggled. "G--good as new," she said, clutching the can. She met his eyes for a few seconds, before finally leaning in and holding her lips just a hair's-breadth from his cheek.

The peck was so brief he almost didn't feel it. But it still made his fur stand on end all the same.

She straightened up, clasping her hands together and holding them down beneath her navel.

"Th--thanks," he replied, feeling warm all over.

"Welcome," she replied. "I feel bad you got hit... Sorry."

He shook his head. "Not your fault," he replied.

"Well..." She unclasped her hands and held them behind her, raising her left heel up as she tilted to the right. "I kind of thought... you were walking toward me...'

The way she ended the thought was with an upward inflection, as if she was expressing a question, or hopeful that what she said was true.

He licked his lips, and for a brief second his eyes darted down toward her groin, quickly sizing up her body as they flitted back up to her timid half-smile. "I um... I... Kinda was," he admitted.

She giggled, wobbling to the other foot. "I thought so!" She swiveled, and then looked back. Pulling up the ottoman behind her, she sat down.

He noticed that her posture was fairly relaxed, with her knees comfortably far apart and her hands resting on them.

"But um... I'm just curious," she said, leaning back. "Why me?"

He blinked, his eyes darting away.

"I mean," she leaned forward. "The other girls... And you..."

He looked back to see her openly glancing down at his size.

"You could pick anyone... really..." She said with a bit of self-belittlement.

He saw the way she went a bit sad, how her eyes gave away her feelings of doubt and lack of confidence. It made his heart swell heavily. "I... um... I'm k--kinda new, and..." He trailed.

"How new?" She asked, genuinely.

"It's... my first day."

She slapped her knees. "Oh wow!" Then, she tempered her demeanor. "I bet you've already been with a lot of girls..." She said, half as a compliment and half as a stinging reality-check.

He smiled. "A--actually... That's... um... I haven't really talked to anyone, yet... You're the first person I..."

She listened to him attentively, and then blushed heavily. "You mean...?" She squirmed a little. "B-but, why me?"

"Cuz..." His temples were thundering now. He was barely able to hear his own voice with the pounding in his eardrums. "I think you're really pretty and... You just looked kinda shy tip-toing in the room..."

She raised her shoulders, cooing. "Th--thanks... I don't get called pretty a whole lot..." She let them drop. "But yeah... I am... kinda shy."

He bit his lip, and finally decided to lean back as well. He overtly shifted on the couch, also letting his knees sit a bit far apart. He watched as her pupils followed his twitching tip, and her fingers gently rub into her thighs. "So... um... Mind if I ask..." He let out his breath and took in another. "How many... guys...?" He finished. The question was broken, but he hoped he got it across--to ask it fully seemed... Rude?

She bit her lip. "I've been here a week," she said, leaning back on her palms. "Um... I've actually kinda been bound and gagged for... Pretty much up until today..."

His eyes went wide. "R--really?"

She nodded. "I um... I offered to be one of someone's slaves. He was actually really nice. I wasn't tied up the whole time, but I did have to stay in the room. There were three others... Other slaves for other people." She kicked the ottoman with her heels. "Actually... It's my first time here, too. I did the whole slave-thing at first cuz I thought it would be fun, lots of getting filled up... But he wasn't really into doing anything with me... He just liked to cum all over me."

The fox boy blinked, jarring himself from envisioning what he began to imagine. His breathing was heavy. "So you mean... You've been here a week and no one's..." He trailed again, but he looked down at her turquoise-covered mound.

She widened her legs a bit more. "N--not yet," she admitted. "I've... I've been too shy..." She took a breath. "I thought about... maybe using a G--Glory Hole but..." She gazed down at him. "I decided to try this instead... I took a few lessons a long time ago..."

He licked his lips. "I didn't... get to really see you dance or anything..."

"If you want... um..." She let out a nervous giggle. "Would you... like me to show you some stuff?"

"Sure!" He blurted excitedly.

She let out another nervous giggle at his enthusiastic reaction, which sent him into a bit of a chuckle as well. But after a moment their laughter quieted, and they sat still for another few. Finally, she moved, reaching forward and pressing her palm to his stiffy. "C--come over here," she beckoned, making her way to the little dancing area.

He sprung up gingerly, slowly walking to watch as she trotted over to the dance-mat flooring. As he made his way, she did a five-forty twirl, such that they faced one another as he padded toward her. His urges overcame his shyness as, when he was within reaching distance to her leaning back against the bar, he set his palms gently on her upper arms. He gazed slightly downward over her body, taking in her tasteful attire as it accentuated her childish curves.

"I um..." His shyness began to creep back up again as he met her eyes. "I r--really like your um... dance outfit," he managed.

She smiled. "G'won," she coaxed, pushing off of the bar a little and proffering her body, "Touch it."

He held his breath as he moved his palms inward over her arms, sliding toward the leotard. As his fingertips traced over the fabric, he pulled up tiny wrinkles that disturbed the sheen. The covering on her body was smooth and slippery. He applied gentle pressure, and the leotard yielded to his touch.

"It feels... Soft," he commented.

She giggled. "It does," she agreed. "It's made of satin, so It's comfy, too. But," she wriggled a bit, "it's a bit small on me, so it's really snug... Especially around my um... flower."

He matched the same husky breath she used to accompany the pet-name of her intimate area. It emboldened him enough to brazenly rove his hands over her immature chest.He felt pin-pricks up his spine at the way she took in a breath and pushed out her chest even more earnestly. He groped and fondled her immature bosom, the leotard doing just enough to keep him from realizing the definite contour, without doing anything to impede his attempts to try. The pre-pubescent breasts were sensually supple. After a few firm squeezes to her delight and his fantastical indulgence, her nipples were left pert and pronounced beneath the form-fitting fabric, catching the light on top and shadow underneath.

"I've never..." She panted. "Never had anyone d-do that so t-tenderly before," she admitted.

He caste his eyes to the side nervously. "I-I haven't felt a... a little girl's chest before..."

"Did you like it?" She questioned, relaxing back against the bar.

He swallowed and licked his dry lips, and then nodded.

"I liked it, too." She swiveled coyly. "I like you, too... So I guess, um... you never touched a little girl's flower before either, right?"

He blinked, a bit of shame creeping into him. He was enjoying her so much; he almost wondered if she was reading his mind.

"If you promise to be gentle," she offered, "You can touch mine..." She took his right hand in hers, and moved it down her body until the heel of his palm rested just at the top of her pubic mound, below her navel.

He rubbed her gently, there. "C-Can I...um..." He faltered, his motions pausing.

She hooked her fingertips under his chin and lifted it to look into his eyes. She jutted her muzzle forward, and gently caught him in a timid kiss. It lasted only a second, but it still made her heart flutter long after it was through. "You d-don't have to ask," she said with a seductive pout to her lips. "Just d-do what you w-want with me."

Whether because he intended to, or because her words made him weak at the knees, he knelt in front of her. He looked upward, meeting her eyes. She was smiling down at him, watching him. His heart pounded. He held her outer-thighs akin to the way he held her upper arms moments ago. His focus panned slowly downward, until his gaze was almost level.

Her groin was in such a tasteful shadow. The satan's sheen was bright at the top of her mound, but where that bony bump jutted outward just a bit to signify where the vulva was beneath it was caste in shadow.

He ogled her mound for several moments, gently squeezing her thighs. Every time he blinked, he half-believed she would be gone and he would wake from his fantasy with his hand about his loins in frustration.

While he held one blink in a dubious manner, he felt his hands move downward slightly, and outward. When he opened his eyes, her posture had changed.

Her heels were turned inward, almost directly pointing toward one another. Her knees were bent shallowly. Her hands held the support bar, and she reclined her back slightly for comfort, while at the same time naturally pushing her pelvis prominently forward.

"Does this m-make it easier t-to look at me?" She questioned.

He glanced back up to see her eyes twinkling down at him, and he could barely glimpse her nervous smile when her tummy receded with her exhales. He gazed downward once more toward her privates.

Her posture made the treasure between her legs a wide-open chest. The light reached beneath her mound, and now the shadows contoured with the wrinkles and folds in the leotard as it stressed against her petite, immature folds.

"Y-yeah," he sighed, moving his hands to rest on her outward-facing inner-thighs. "It looks so p-pretty..." He complimented, and peered closer, drawing his nose toward that deliciously contoured space. And then, he hesitated. "A-Are you... Are you okay, standing like that?"

She cooed. "Don't worry, I can m-manage," she replied. "You just st-stare as long as you want... 'N don't forget to t-touch if you wanna... I r-really don't mind..."

The permission to do as he pleased was almost overwhelming. It made him giddy with excitement and nervousness. In response, his blood was cycled. The tickling feeling of the blood rushing about in his member spurred him back into reality. Calm enough to focus, he indulged.

She wasn't kidding. The leotard clung so snugly it barely left anything to his imagination. And the way the fabric sheened about her nethers had a tantalizing sexiness that drove his fancy wild.

He rubbed his thumbs along the creases of her thighs, eliciting a few twitches and giggles from her. He swallowed, and once again began drawing his muzzle toward that hidden flower. His lips pressed against that turquoise triangle that so teasingly outlined her groin. He kissed, drawing a gratified exhale from above.

His lips lowered, kissing the bony bump of her mound. Oh how that fatty bump was so petite and immature. He couldn't wait to touch his lips to her smooth, downy-furred nudity--but for now, he reveled in the way her attire teased and covered her.

Finally, he reached his goal. On the third kiss, his lips were nearly right atop her little clitoris. Her thighs and legs trembled at his gesture, and he felt the squeak that escaped her emanate from that little button split-seconds before it graced his ears.

As he relented his attention to her nub, her mewing softened into heavy breaths. "You're so s-sweet," she cooed.

Her praising coo melted him, and made his little heart pitter-patter in his chest. He impulsively hugged her. His cheek rested at her mound, and he began nuzzling. Amongst her squeals of adoration, he buried his muzzle between her legs and began rubbing the bridge of his nose against her petals.

"You want to n-nuzzle my flower?" She asked.

He flinched; so entranced, he didn't realize he had even done so.

The way he looked up at her, fearful and ashamed, made her adore him all the more. "Don't w-worry," she said, letting go of her posture to lean over him and grasp his cheeks. She kissed the bridge of his nose. "I really like it... I think it's so c-cute." She straightened up, stretching her back just a little and using the opportunity to look down at him. She thrust her pelvis to him once more, liking the attention his eyes gave to her down there, like he was entranced by her.

Then, she turned sideways to him. She giggled at his look of curiosity. "If... if you wanna nuzzle," she started. In her pause, she grasped the support bar and then leaned toward it, raising her outer leg up. She reached out, threading her arm underneath it. Then, with a huff, she caught her heel and lifted her foot up.

His jaw went slack as her foot went nearly vertical. And more-so, the delicious fruit between her thighs was presented more openly than he ever thought possible.

"This should make it... easier for you," she finished.

"D-Don't hurt yourself j-just for me," he tried to protest.

"I'm more flexible than I look," she retorted. "But... d-don't sit for too long. I really wanna feel you n-nuzzle again..."

He wanted to, also. He took only the briefest of moments to lean forward and kiss her concealed vulva. As he receded, he saw the bump of her erect clitoris fighting the restraining fabric about her loins. He couldn't wait any longer!

When his cheek pressed firmly to her tender regions, her cheeks burned with pleasure and delight. She felt her whole body tingle as he began to grind his face to her intimacy. She gazed down, her heart swelling with adoration at the absurdity and cuteness. He began to exhale so huskily, making her groin puffy with pleasure. It was so naughty, so childish, and it satisfied her in ways she didn't even realize needed satisfaction.

Her fragrance was strong now. He paused his indulgences to breathe in her scent. Pressing his nose firmly against the fabric, he inhaled. She chose sweet cherries as the scent of her arousal. He thought it suited her perfectly. He kissed her again, in his mind solemnly thanking her for letting him fulfill such a humiliating desire so readily, even if it wasn't to her liking.

He exhaled, and receded. Gazing up at her with trepidation, he felt the guilt and bashfulness at his actions slide off his shoulders as he saw the look of delight on her rosy cheeks, and the way her eyes watered with pleasure. "Th--thanks," he meekly mumbled.

"Aww, are you sure you're really done?" She asked.

He particularly liked the disappointment in her voice. "You... want me to nuzzle more?"

She nodded. "It... it makes me feel pretty... and the way you breathe..." She let out a moan, bending her standing knee. "M-Maybe this time... I can be n-nakie for you?"

He smiled, meeting her ardent gaze with his own. "Y--yeah. I'd... I'd love to nuzzle you, n-nakie."

She squealed, letting her leg drop and clutching his head. She hugged him, pressing his check to her mount, where she liked it. "O-Okay," she finally said, letting him free. "Y-You want me to get nakie or... Or you wanna m-make me nakie?"

"I wanna," he admitted.

"Yes!" She said, clasping her hands together against her chest. "You're the best, Tello."

"Th--" He started, but then a hammer of fear hit him. He gazed up at her, and both their expressions mellowed.

"Ni--" She said. "Ni--"

"Ni--"

"--shanti," they both finished. She giggled. "My name is silly," she admitted, holding her hand out to help him stand.

He wobbled as he stood, his legs tingling with pins and needles. "I think it's pretty. Mine's the silly one. Donatello is so ancient, I don't think it's been used since before game consoles went extinct."

She giggled again. "I think it's adorable. But I do like Tello, better." She licked her lips. "Do you... like me?" She asked.

He blinked, caught a bit by surprise. As open as this community was, there were no rules he could remember about falling in love or finding someone you wanted to be exclusive with. Probably because it was actually against the very nature of this place; wanton sex and experimental promiscuity were what was encouraged.

Or maybe he was just over-thinking it. "You mean like... l-love you?" He asked.

She blinked, and grinned. "If... if you wanna... I mean, I like you... and I wanna see you again--at least once, but hopefully more?" She shook her head. "But, you don't have to feel like you can't like anyone else."

He realized, only just then, how easy it was. To ask about the things that normally made him nervous and intimidated. Maybe it was because she had allowed him to use her for his deepest desires, and even wanted him to go beyond his wildest fantasies with her.

You're among strangers who you'll find know more about you and what you want than you could possibly imagine--and you'll find you know the same things about them.

"I think... I wanna see you more, too, Nishanti." He replied. "You're really nice to me... I was really nervous about coming here and actually...um..." He hesitated, trying to come up with the words.

"Meeting someone who...would mesh with you? Without even thinking about it?"

He nodded. "Y--yeah."

She embraced him, nuzzling the cheek that had so brazenly nuzzled between her legs. "Me, too." She replied. "All I wanted was to be a pretty little girl, and have a cute little boy call me pretty and want to be inside me. But I didn't think it'd really happen like they said it would... So, I signed up to be a slave hoping I'd at least have something in my tight little body..."

He squeezed her in response. "I-I wanna be." He proclaimed. "C-Can I nuzzle your bare flower for a bit and then... Be inside you?"

She giggled, and licked his cheek. "You gotta make me nakie first, silly." She let go, and took a half step back. She cocked her head with anticipation.

Excitement coursed through him as he rested his hands on her shoulders. She dropped them, to let the straps of her leotard slide off more easily as he tugged them down with the heel of his thumb. First the left, and then the right.

Exposing her shoulders teased a glimpse at her chest as well. The black inkblot on her right shoulder was actually the tip of an iceberg, as it extended down her chest even past the further-concealed edge of her dancing attire.

She pulled her arms through the shoulder-straps, and took delight in his eyes gazing at her body as he unveiled her nudity.

He followed that curious black spot as he peeled away more and more of her leotard. It clung so sensually to her, each tug was like struggle to slowly tease more of her supple bosom to his eyes. What felt like minutes passed as he unraveled her down to the top of her belly, and paused.

That black spot perfectly outlined her right immature breast. The slight prominence of her chest was cupped at the curves by the inky-black fur. And at the apex of the pre-pubescent swell, her pert and pink nipple stood out vibrantly, as if pleading for attention.

He let out a moan of curiosity. Leaning in, he tentatively licked at the little bead, drawing a coo from her. She cupped his head to encourage him, and he obliged. Taking the immature nipple into his lips, he suckled her tenderly, while he worked more of her body free.

"Oh... Tello," she sighed. "Don't forget the other one..." Her right nipple was released, and his tongue slowly dragged across her chest. Her left nipple was tickled, found by the probing of his tongue alone, and then ensnared in his tender, suckling kisses. She squirmed, the tingles in her left nipple as his suckles matched the beat of her heart sending threads of pleasure down to her tummy.

Reluctantly, he let go. He was not so much into breasts--he liked little girls, after all--but something about the way she still took pleasure in his attention to her budding bosom made him feel accomplished. If anything, it reassured him that, if he could draw such responses from her just through her nipples alone, perhaps he could manage to accomplish more in places that were much more receptive.

He dropped to his knees, the leotard peeled down far enough that it was now below her navel. In just a few short tugs, he would have it down her thighs. In a last fit of shyness, he glanced back up to her.

She gazed down at him with chin resting on the backs of her hands. An eager shimmy of her hips was enough to coax him on.

His nose neared her groin as he pinched near where the leotard curled over itself. He pulled it down, ever-teasingly to himself.

Her groin was covered in the ink-blank fur. It gave the impression that her mound was in deep shadow, much like how it naturally was. The upper border of the black patch started halfway up the left side of her mound, and extended up to the join of her thigh on the right.

Her clitoris popped forth, a gasp rushing from her chest. It was engorged, the size slightly enhanced to give it more prominence--and thus a greater degree of contact with things. It stood out vibrantly against her groin-fur, pink and swollen in the most enticing and alluring way.

As the leotard fell free from the bottom of her groin, she took that squatting stance as she had before. It gave him a good first look at her loins. The thin pink cleft in the black patch drew his eyes as he lowered onto his hands to peer upward.

He breathed aloud at the sight.

Her folds looked so soft and tender, and the way the petals peeked open was so captivating. She giggled at the way he ogled her. Though she enjoyed his eyes staring at her most intimate regions, she reached down and tousled his head. "I can give ya a better peek if you finish making me na--kie," she teased, splitting the last word in a sing-song voice.

He licked his lips, and began bundling the slack of the leotard in his hands to pull it down her calves. She aided by lifting one foot, and then the other. He looked up to her, idly holding the bunched satin in his hands. Then, in a pique of curiosity, he wrapped it about his girth. He rubbed the fabric gently over the sensitive skin.

"Feels soft, huh?" She said rhetorically, turning sideways. "I b-bet I know something that f-feels softer..." She grasped the support bar, and lifted her leg. Hooking her hand beneath it, she stretched her leg up as high as she coul, once again opening herself up to him.

His pupils went wide and his blood felt heavy. His motions paused as he stared at her groin, splayed wide for him beside the cute wrinkles of her scrunched tummy.

Her barely-parted petals were now naturally split a bit wider. She could feel the air about her heated vulva, and feel the tingles of his staring eyes as he marveled at her nethers. "You p-promised you'd nuzzle me, 'member?" She hinted, her cheeks burning with anticipation.

"It's... so..." He began, his thought drifting as he cupped the buttock of her outstretched leg. He leaned in, and sniffed her cherry-scented dew. "...Easy to look at," he finished.

She chuckled. "I meant to do that..." She admitted. "I just hoped it looked s-sexy that way..."

"I like it," he complimented, his lips nearing to kiss the crease of her thigh. "It makes it stand out... I like looking at your flower."

"M--maybe you'd also like to--eep!" She moaned as her pelvis suddenly felt paralyzed. Had he not supported her, she would have buckled and fallen. Her clitoris throbbed with pleasure. His kiss was quick, yet powerful to her sensitive nub.

And then, at last, she was nuzzled. She cooed with adoration as his cheek pressed firmly to her bare sex, slowly and gently grinding against her parted folds. It made her insides flutter when she heard his emphatic breathing, elated that she could take part in such a naughty and fun experience.

His hackles raised nervously and his spine tingled. His initial reluctance gave way as her scent filled his nostrils and her honey wet his cheek-fur. Her flesh was warmer than he expected, a tender fire fueled by growing passion and lust. He heard her coo, the vocal pitch sending a shock down his tail that made it frizzy.

He glanced up with his right eye open. His gaze wandered past her rapidly bouncing tummy as she breathed with excitement. Her left immature breast was darker pink, the skin beneath red and yearning. Her muzzle took on that same red hue as he met her eyes. The way her jaw hung ajar and her voice escaped in a squeak of pleasure as he pressed his cheekbone to her clitoris made his girth surge with desire.

Suddenly, her hand gave out and her leg came down but she managed to keep it from clubbing him on the back. She stood awkwardly at first, her groin having shifted so that now his muzzle was firmly clamped between her thighs. And she found she liked this just as much. She gripped his head, and he obliged by dipping his snout, allowing for her heels to ease to the ground.

"D-Don't pull away," she begged, fingers tensing to clutch the back of his skull. She began taking the initiative, gently but firmly ground her pelvis against him as she pulled his muzzle as strongly against her as she could.

He felt himself fall into a trance, happily satisfied to be a tool for her pleasure. He marveled at her silken petals stroking over the bridge of his nose. He listened as her nectar made such sensual sounds as the tender flesh of her supple flower sought to scratch that yearning itch of pleasure, only to be tickled further by the short fur. The bud of her rose grazed the space between his eyes, at first for just a fraction of a second but as he was pulled more aggressively into her passionate masturbation, it was forced to brush against him without relent.

All the while she let him know just how wonderful it was. Her moans and squeaks of passion rose, her throat unable to control or contain whatever embarrassing note of pleasure her body felt the need to express. But as her cheeks burned and her insides began to tremble like the rolling of the sky before the rains were to pour, she found the catch of her voice:

"W-Watch me," she said. "Watch me while I--C-C-Cumming! I'm cum-ming!"

He felt the quivering of her thighs and saw the rippling of her tummy. Heeding her words, but more likely he would have either way, he stared as her petals twitched and fell still for just half a second. Then, the storm erupted.

Her hips bucked and her pelvis thrust, forcing his muzzle free from the tight grip of her thighs. But he managed to remain near her in her time of release, watching her most intimate of places as it reacted to the throes of her pleasure.

A strong gush of her fluids squirted from her loins, landing upon his cheek turned in surprise. The petals of her flower pressed together like pursing lips, rippling and clenching rhythmically as though they wrestled with one another. All the while, her body squirmed and trembled and bucked, supported by his hands as best as he could.

After a few moments, she calmed down, panting and whimpering with pleasure as she sank to her rear. He laid upon his tummy between her splayed legs, continuing to watch her nethers with an embarrassing curiosity.

As her breathing settled, so did the quivering and twitching of her now puffy mound. Her vaginal lips were swollen, more pronounced than before, and yet that made them so much prettier and enticing. They relaxed, and fell slightly ajar.

"Wow..." Was all he could mutter. He felt her hand wearily rest upon his head. He glanced up from her privates to see her staring down at him with unfocused eyes.

"D--did you... like that?" She asked.

"Y-Yeah," he said with an emphatic sigh, as if to say so took great effort. "I wasn't... expecting you to..."

"Mmmmmh!"

He watched with a bit of concern as her body tensed and she let out a strained groan. Her hands and feet, and most notably her lower regions, all seemed to clench tightly. He found himself fixated upon her vulva once more as it squeezed together, before she relaxed once again.

Her head tilted to the side, and she breathed with a giggle. "That... that was my first time cumming since I got here..."

"R--really?" He asked, though skeptically. "I figure you'd have... at least once... with someone else."

She shook her head. "Not here," she replied. "Not even being a slave... He was more interested in teasing me and giving me sticky baths." She replied. "I managed to have little mini-cums to get by, but..." She leaned forward and reached for him.

He crawled closer to her. His chin was cupped, and before he could react her lips were against his. A few tears fell from his eyes as she kissed him, whimpering in his throat as though he gave her sensual pleasure even in such a mundane action.

They parted, and he receded to a kneel.

She gazed at him cutely, her body slumped against the wall and knees up, exposing herself wantonly to him. She cocked her head. "Hey T-Tello..." She said, rhetorically.

He swallowed. "Um... Y-Yeah, Nisha?"

She giggled. "Look," she said, and used her right hand to draw his eyes down to her sex. She spread her lips apart, with a bit of trouble due to the slickness of her trickling juices. She finally managed to spread herself enough that her inner flesh was made vulnerable to his eyes. "My little flower's bloomed and ready. She wants a little boy to help her find a big, thick stem. You wanna help her out?"

He licked his lips. "I'd l--love to help your pretty little flower," he replied.

She squealed, wriggling with excitement.

He sat up a bit straighter, his penis throbbing with anticipation and nervousness at the dirty talking.

"Oooo," she cooed. "You have such a big stem for a little boy." She reached out, wrapping her hand about it. "It's gonna be a tight fit... My flower's kinda little... But we'll find a way to squeeze him all in, don't worry." She let him go, and scooted more into position. Her knees splayed out as she situated into a half-lying position, her upper back supported against the wall. "C'mon in..." She beckoned, resting her hands upon her thighs.

Shakily, he scooted on his knees closer to her, gripping himself and pointing forward. He gazed down, and tentatively pressed his tip to her folds. He let out a gasp, and she let out a giggle.

"Be gentle with those barbs..." She pleaded, though she knew they would do everything but cause her discomfort. But she felt that a boy like Tello wanted to hear his girl request him to be gentle.

"I'll try," he promised, rubbing his tip against her petals, searching for her opening. He struggled, trying to figure out how to part her and keep her aligned. After several seconds, his tension and embarrassment began to build. He gasped when, gently, her hand touched his.

She smiled up at him. "Let me help," she suggested.

He looked to the side in shame as she took him and lined him up.

"Hey!" She barked, beckoning his attention. She had a hurt expression on her face. "Don't you look away from me." She admonished through a bit of a pout.

"S-Sorry." He replied sheepishly, flattening his ears. When she gave him a smile and a shimmy of her loins, he rested his hand on her mound. "One... T-T--Two..."

"Threeeeeeee..." She joined him, letting out a moan as his tip slipped into her with a soft, wet crackle.

A burst of sparkles washed over his eyes as his body went paralyzed for a split-second. He only just managed to catch himself from flopping onto the little mousette.

She gazed at him with worry, cupping his chin. "What happened?" She asked. "Your eyes went all googly..."

"I..." He found his breath. "My t-tip... has... clitoral tissue..." He replied.

Her expression of worry quickly changed to an expression of an almost sinister kind of glee. She tickled his chin. "I've got extra clitty-tissue, too," she revealed.

"Where?" He asked.

She circled the finger she used to tickle him a few inches up from where his tip spread her entrance. "My cervix..." She replied. "And..." She continued, with a bit of embarrassment. "I have taste-buds in my uterus."

"Y--you can do that?" The kinds of tissue augmentation the Haven offered will still very new to him.

"Of course!" She giggled. "How else am I s'posta taste your yummy cummy in my tummy?"

He let out a groan as her cutesy words spurred his lustful impulses. Leaning forward, he moved his hips and pushed more of his girth into her. His tapered tip had fit easily enough, but it quickly filled out and he found her passage snug and naturally resistant to the friction of his insertion.

"Oh!" She squeaked as he paused and panted. "This stem is bigger than my little flower thought," she spoke huskily. "I know it'd be easier if I relaxed a bit... Mmmm! But I can't help... squeezing!"

He went limp upon her as her passage constricted around his boyhood, letting out a squelch as the air within her was forced out.

She moaned. "Squeezing feels so good..."

He recovered as quickly as he could, and lifted on the palms of his hands. His elbows shook, but he pressed his hips forward, sliding ever-so-slowly further into her. Her supple walls quivered and twitched as he burrowed forth, giving him stings of pleasure the likes of which he had never felt before. The very nature of how difficult it was to press deeper into her small, snug passage directly amplified how pleasurable and gratifying it was to go further another inch--for both of them.

Halfway in, he met a bit of resistance--not from her, but from himself.

"Oh... the rib..." She stated, excitedly bracing for what was to come.

Brazenly, he leaned forward and sought out the nipple amidst the ink. Wrapping his lips about and suckling tenderly, he distracted her. He listened as she let out a soft moan that rose, and then quickly dashed to a delightful squeal as his preputial ring squeezed past her straining lips.

She squirmed and writhed, whimpering and whining as a series of convulsions overcame her. She constricted and squeezed upon the wonderful intruder, her toes and fingers losing feeling as the pleasure overtook her body.

He paused, letting her get used to this part of his modifications. He twitched within her, his barbs tickling her silken walls and his clitoral tip swishing about in the nectar that tried in vain to make his progress easier.

She reached down, her hand squeezing between their tummies resting so cozily together. She gasped as she could feel him beneath her skin as a swelling in her belly. Her fingertips went toward their juncture, and she traced it up the bridge of his shaft toward his base. "Ooo," she cooed, "It's... getting warmer?" She observed.

He nodded. "The rib... I-I--I can do this, too."

She gasped, and her legs spasmed, when she suddenly felt the ring that pronounced within her constricting passage begin to wriggle rapidly. "It's buzzing me!" She said with a pleasant exhale.

He smiled bashfully.

"All of it," she begged. "I want all of it."

His breathing hastened as she snared his girth between her fore- and middle-fingers, and gently pulled as she slid down toward where they were so intimately entwined.

She whimpered as her fingertips dipped just inside her folds, exploring how it was to be wrapped around such a gratuitous girth. She moaned again as he began to push forth, and she felt the dry, tender flesh push into her moist, firm embrace.

The subtle squishing and squelching between their held breaths was both delightful and embarrassing. With every sudden slip of a quarter-inch, a bit of her nectar trickled from her entrance to tickle along the underside of his member, and even get to as far as his scrotum sometimes.

And then, the final challenge awaited. With almost an inch still left in the cold, his tip probed her cervix.

She took in a deep gasp, her eyes flinging open.

He straightened up a bit, locking his elbows to keep his arms from shaking.

Then, she relaxed, almost as if in a trance. "Don't stop," she gently commanded. "Keep going."

Biting his lower lip, he reached for her shoulders. "You sure?"

She nodded. "I have clitty-tissue there for a reason--and you're a good one."

"Okay..." He took in a breath. "One... two..."

She couldn't repeat the word as before. Her voice caught first as his tip coaxed the tight muscle to dilate and let him through. A wriggling feeling crept over her uterine walls, something tugging and snagging on her vulnerable flesh. Then, his pubic bone bumped hers, pressing against her clitoris. Finally, one of his barbs caught against the inside of her cervix, tickling her in a way that blew her mind.

They told one another how intense it felt. With yips and squeaks and lustful moans. Their bodies squirmed and twitched, desperately trying to hold onto one another as if terrified they would disappear and everything would abruptly end.

But when their convulsions subsided and their minds cleared several moments later, they were relieved to find themselves in one another's arms, and still entwined with one another's sex.

Their eyes locked as they traded breaths into one another's opened mouth. Impulsively, he leaned in to kiss her, and she moaned at the gesture. Their tongues wrestled, him taking delight in how his boyhood left no part of her feminine temple untouched.

The kiss broke as they gasped for air, both forgetting to breathe through their noses. Then, he rested his cheek against hers. They waited, reveling in the feelings of filling so fully, and being so fully filled.

"Just like this." She stated.

He emitted a noise that relayed his question.

"When you cum in me... I want it to be just like this," she instructed. "And don't close your eyes... I want you to look into mine..."

He managed to nod, and then found the strength to move. "Okay," he promised, lifting up. "I--I wanna see..." He said, bringing a grin to her face.

"Y--yeah! Me too..."

He began to straighten up, and as he did his penis wanted to straighten up with him. But it was kept firmly in place by the little vice he had trapped himself in. Still, it was a bit uncomfortable as he tried to get completely upright--he had to settle for just over a fifty-degree angle, lest he pull free of the wonderfully constricting cervix about his tip.

They stared down in mutual fascination, marveling at the way his pelvis was nearly flush with hers. He used his hands to gently force her knees flat to the ground, spreading her more to give himself better vantage.

His fluffier belly-fur was mussed and sticky with her fluids, while hers was a darker hue as her nectar saturated her petite mound. There was a noticeable outward curve to the way her lower-belly was shaped, and it distinctly followed the path within her that his length had taken, and now resided.

"You... look really pretty... like this." He told her.

She cooed with embarrassment. "You're just sayin' that cuz my flower's all snug around you," she countered.

He shook his head. "No, really. I th--thought it was pretty to start with... it's just even prettier like this..." He straightened up, reluctantly popping free from the grip of her cervix, leaving behind the little tendrils. "And... I wanna sh--show you how pretty you are by m--making you feel good..." He pressed his hand to her mound, and pushed gently.

His pelvis receded.

She let out a long and gratified moan as he pulled out until his gently stroking ring was an inch or so from the end of her embrace. "Th--those barbs!" She groaned.

He tensed. "W--was I gentle enough?"

She panted. "Do it again," she begged. "I wanna feel them again!"

Emboldened, he leaned over her once more and pushed in. He was a bit more forceful this time, trading his pleasure of a slow entry for her pleasure of a gratifying withdrawal. His tip barely kissed her cervix, and he pulled back slowly.

She writhed beneath him, unabashedly letting him know just how wonderful it felt. He felt a mix of courage and doubt; was he really giving her such strong reactions, or was she playing it up for him?

Nevertheless, he began to thrust into her, and draw out slowly. Her silken walls quivered and relented as his barbs tenderly dragged across them in a way that made his own pleasure grow. He softly tickled her walls for several minutes, almost tempting to find out if there was an end to her moaning and squeaking--hoping that there was not.

But as he satisfied her, his own desires grew. He receded from her less and less, and began pushing forward more and more. Amidst a thrust, he got her into the position he wanted. Gripping her shoulders, he scooted them backwards so that she was now away from the wall. He lifted her rump up just a little so that he could curl his belly slightly, giving him better vantage.

With her moans as his encouragement, he humped her with short, rapid thrusts. Then he slowed down, and made the thrusts more broad. He repeated the action several times, feeling his knot swelling and pushing him out further.

"E--eyes," she warned, the only word she could muster as she felt that bulbous girth pound against her petals, sparkling with pleasure.

He slowed, staring into her eyes. For a second, he was still. Staring into her pupils, she emitted a pleading, desperate whimper that melted his heart. He replied with everything he had.

His tip rapidly dipped into her cervix, the tendrils darting out and clinging as he pulled away, making her thighs twitch and her tunnel spasm each time. His knot ground against her clitoris, rewarding guttural moans and squeaks. She tried to relax, helping his efforts as he grunted and huffed.

Until finally it popped in with a dramatic squelch.

And yet he did not relent. His breathing hastened as he tried to make up for the loss of leverage. With rapid thrusts, he assaulted her cervix, which brought forth a crescendo from her chest. With great effort he concentrated on locking eyes with her, and saw the same contortion of focus within her.

And then their pupils crossed and saw sparks. Their lips joined in the calls of their orgasms.

His tip, firmly wedged into her dilated cervix, felt the strong muscle squeeze and constrict about him; as did the rest of his length feel her supple flesh knead and coax him for his seed. The pressure was almost unbearable, causing a feeling of desperation to swell up in his chest. At last it burst forth, to his overwhelming relief.

Another orgasm hit her as he came directly into her uterus with a gratified groan. His ejaculation sprayed toward the back of her womb with such a satisfying force and pressure. It was like a little hose, dousing the flame deep within the core of her girlhood, where only a sweet little boy could reach.

She felt her womb swell with his ample supply. He filled her so contently, both with cum and with girth, that she couldn't imagine letting him go. She offered him the reward of a third orgasm, crashing over her more intensely than the first two. She wrapped her legs about him, as if distrusting his knot to hold him securely within her passage.

He marveled at his results, staring into her eyes as she went cross a second and third time, binding him with her legs. He felt more proud and confident than ever before. Gone were the feelings of doubt and bashfulness, released with just as much gratification as his semen into her womb.

For several minutes, nothing but the sound of their breathing disturbed the room.

As they recovered, staring into one another's eyes, they traded tender kisses and gentle licks. He remained turgid within her depths, plugging her entrance with his thick knot and her cervix with his tip to prevent a drop of his seed from escaping from where it belonged.

"Hmm-hmm," she giggled at last, "Mmmm... chocolate..." She said, rubbing her nose against his.

He chuckled back.

"You're chocolate; I'm cherry," she pointed out. "We mix pretty well together." She smiled at him, batting her eyelashes.

"Y-Yeah," he agreed.

She finally unhooked her legs, setting her knees out wide. She rather liked having her legs spread. "Snuggling you while you're inside me feels so much better than my stuffed bear," she cooed, hugging him and squirming beneath him. "I could stay like this all day. It makes me feel all tingly in my tummy."

His eyes flicked open, and he grinned, chuckling.

She noticed his expression "Wh--what?"

"Um..." His eyes flicked right.

"Ooooh..." She muttered, as something in her began to feel strange. She blinked, trying to figure out what it was. The tingling she felt began to grow. It began to feel... "W--warm... I'm feeling..." She breathed deeply in and out, and then gasped.

Suddenly her entire body felt hot--and she felt more aroused and enamored of the feelings in her genitals than ever before. "T--Tello," she gasped, "I f--feel... Wh--" She tried to form her thoughts.

He leaned in and kissed her collar-bone. "It's called Light Her Fire," he said. "It's an... aphrodisiac that puts girls into an insatiable heat f-for two hours...if it comes into contact with their womb."

"Tell--loooo!" She groaned. "Y--you did this! H--help me, please! F-Fuck me! P-Put it out! Make it stop b-b--burning! I don't care if you make me p-pop just f-f-fuck me silly!"

Her pleas made him feel guilty. He could have made it sterile, and not included the serum. But he wanted to see what it was like, wanted to see if it would entice her to want him more.

Apparently, it did.

"Don't worry," he replied, kissing her lips. "I can stay hard all day... I'll help you cum as many times as you want." And with that, he drew back, his knot popping out of her.

She came right away, whimpering helplessly as the overwhelming sanctification, and then overwhelming desperation, brought tears to her eyes.