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Life, and love. It seems as if I am to be consigned to the former and denied the latter. It's been about six years now, since I left my home with Alexi. It never really was home anyway...not since my change. And I've continued to change, it seems, even here, beyond what I've initially become. It is this, I guess, that denies me my love. If at some time you read this, my dear Alexi, I'm sorry I wasn't the lover you wanted, but you helped me become much more than that frightened mare in the alleyway so long ago.

Shi never understood why shi'd decided to leave Alexi. Perhaps it was nothing more than a new chapter in hir life, perhaps it was a yearning for a relationship with more depth, either way, Heuva found hirself reluctantly packing hir meager belongings one afternoon while he was away at the firehouse. The dust motes scattered in the beam of the afternoon sun as it illuminated hir small, half-full suitcase on the bed. Heuva paused, lost in thought between adding hir toiletries and hir new outfits to the case.

Shi retained many of hir old habits and customs since coming to Furrabia so long ago. Though clothing was becoming more and more of an option again, mostly due to having found a job in the city at the Herm Hangout, shi retained a few sets. Costumes, too, graced hir closet, gifts from the more wealthy clients for special occasions. Most of the gauzy, silky shrifts remained in hir wardrobe at the Hangout though, and there were no plans to retrieve them.

With a deep sigh, shi returned to the task of carefully folding the plain clothing shi'd collected and packing it away. A tear blinked from an eye, running a dark streak down the chestnut fur of hir long face. Shi wondered if any of hir friends would understand hir sudden disappearance, or if they would mourn hir passing.

Shaking off the thought with a sudden snort, Heuva's ears twitched back against hir head as shi rudely shoved the remaining clothing into the suitcase. Muffled clinks chattered up from inside as wrapped glass perfume bottles were jostled by the rough handling. A horn from the drive sounded as shi zipped the case closed. The taxi was early; good on the one hand as it meant a rapid start, bad on the other as shi'd not been able to dress in more than hir rope belt and pouch. "To hell with it," shi thought, grabbing the suitcase, heading for the front door.

Tobias, the young driver, lit a cigarette as he climbed from the cab, mentally cursing the company's smoking policy. Leaving the engine running, he walked around the front to the passenger side. Lost in his own world, he leaned against the fender with his back to the house as he smoked, staring out at the countryside. Now and again, his tufted tail would twitch as his recent events unfolded inside his mind. "Has it only been a month?" he thought, taking a deeper drag. He absentmindedly flicked the ash from the tip before setting the butt-end in his lips and crossing his arms.

... It was such a final sound, the slamming of the door. Tobias blinked when his mate had stormed out, staring dumbly at the door for a few moments. Hurt, he didn't try to chase after her, only trudging to the couch and collapsing in it. Tears streaked down the fur of his muzzle from under his hands as he wept. Still in his ears, the slamming of the door and the jingle of the keys as they were pitched to the .... wait a minute???

Behind him, the hermaphrodite mare locked the door and tossed the keys in a nearby flowerpot. Shi turned, strutting shamelessly to the cab as the driver whirled about, shocked suddenly from his reverie. Opening his mouth to mumble an apology, the words never made it to his lips as he focused on his fare. The cigarette fell forgotten from limp lips as Tobias' eyes took in hir body.

Heuva giggled internally as shi saw the young lion's face go slack in shock. "You're staring," shi said quietly with a half smile, after closing the distance to stand in front of him. Already, hir heat was having a noticeable effect on the poor cat as his jeans now sported a growing ridge in his crotch.

"Ah...yes, ah...ma'am, err ... sir ... um ... I mean, miss?" he managed to stammer, shaking loose from his glazed state. Giving up, he dropped his gaze and bent down slightly to take hir luggage, leaning full-faced into hir scent.

Heuva giggled aloud now, and gave up hir suitcase. Tobias stood quickly and a bit uncomfortably as his tight jeans pinched at his hard flesh. "Miss," shi snickered again, "or ma'am is fine, dear," Heuva said, linking hir hands behind hir back. "I'd like to ride in the front if you don't mind?" shi asked sweetly as Tobias walked stiffly around the cab, opened the trunk and stowed hir gear. "The back seats of these hacks always make me feel like I'm in one of those police vehicles," shi said with a slight pout, while moving to the back end of the cab.

"Ah .... I don't know if .. ah ... I can do that, ma'am," he stammered out, head in the trunk. "What the hell, man! Of course you want her in the front seat!" his brain yowled. "Company ... ah ... policy and all that ..." he said, standing up and closing the hatch. "Company policy be damned, Frank damn near gets away with murder in his cab, why the heck do you think his interior always looks detailed?" As the lid shut, he found himself staring once again into hir face. "I ... ah ... don't want to get ... ah ... fired."

As hir eyes locked with his, Heuva said softly, "Who's there to tell on you, dear?" shi asked. "Besides, there may be something .... extra ... in it for you as well." Placing hir hands on the back side-panel of the cab, shi leaned towards the nervous driver with a sly smirk. Tentatively, shi brushed hir hand across his where it lay on the lid of the trunk.

Tobias swallowed hard around a sudden lump. Once again, hir heady musk flooded his brain, hir touch sending an electric thrill up his spine. Pulling his hand away from hir touch, he walked around to open the front passenger door and watched hungrily as the herm strutted over to settle into the seat. "To the airport, darling," shi said, crossing hir legs. "I have a flight to catch, but ... there is some time before I have to be there."

With a roar and a cloud of dust, the cab fishtailed up the driveway and out of sight.

Blinking in the bright sun, Heuva smiled inwardly as shi stepped off the small plane and onto the tarmac. Shi'd arrived without too much hassle, that is, once the TSA Officer was absolutely sure shi wasn't carrying anything shi shouldn't. Heuva made a mental note to send him a rose for making the search rather pleasurable. Above hir, the sky was a brilliant, crystal blue. One could almost forget where shi was at staring into it's depths.

"Hey, you can't stand there all day, lady, get inside the terminal!" one of the airport personnel shouted over the drone of a nearby turboprop.

Spooked back to reality, Heuva grinned sheepishly and waved to the ... shi blinked ... hairless creature before moving toward the open door. Shi glanced over hir shoulder as shi crossed the threshold, catching another glimpse of the ... odd being before being swallowed by the cool dimness of the terminal hub. Looking around at hir fellow passengers, shi noted that they all seemed unconcerned, proceeding calmly to the stairs leading to the customs area. Shrugging, shi fell in line behind the last furre.

"Humans," he said, looking over his shoulder at hir.

"Huh?" shi asked, blinking quizzically at the grey equine. Taking a moment, shi looked him over. His white coloured fur contrasted sharply with his pink mane and black leather straps crisscrossing his back. Expressive ears, studded with several coloured metal rings twinkled in the harsh light of the airport. A rainbow coloured logo was sewn into the right side of his black nylon halter. A pink haired tail jutted from behind a pair of black leather chaps that framed a tight, well-muscled rump. One soft brown eye stared out at hir, sparkling with devious mirth.

"They're called, 'humans.' The hairless one you were ogling earlier," he continued, turning to face the mare. "I'm Spike, Spike Nico. Welcome to Linden Land, you're new here." The last was said with a bit of finality.

"It shows that bad?" shi said with a sigh, looking up from that beautiful rump as he turned. "I'm Heuvadoches Naumova," shi said, extending hir hand. "You may call me Heuva, though, if it pleases you," shi finished, no looking into those soft brown eyes.

Spike laughed, taking the mare's hand and brought it to his lips. "Heuva," he said. "The name has a nice roll to it. What brings you here?" he asked, releasing hir hand.

Blushing slightly, Heuva replied, "I don't know really. I've heard of this place before, but had always lacked the funds. I'd gotten a nice ... ah ... bonus from my prior job that allowed me to purchase my ticket."

"Oh?" he returned, arching an eyebrow. "Do you have a place to stay? No...you don't," he answered for himself as the line moved toward the customs kiosks. The standard questions could be heard being murmured, rising above the general background of the terminal.

"And what makes you so sure..." shi began hotly.

"Easy, Heuva, you would have mentioned it by now," he said through a growing grin. "Besides, I've seen my share of new people come through here. One learns the subtle cues."

"Humph," Heuva snorted with crossed arms as the line once again moved closer the customs officer's cubicle. "For the moment, let us suppose you're right, and I have neither a job, nor a place to live. What then?"

"From the looks of it, dear, you need a new ... ah ... wardrobe as well," Spike laughed out. "But you seem to be comfortable enough," he added hastily seeing hir frown. "A word of warning though, most of the humans here are not used to seeing furries, much less those of your ... ah ... condition, for lack of better words. Also, there are a few communities that seriously frown on nudity, among other things."

"Yes," Heuva sighed, "I am somewhat used to dealing with narrow mindedness. I was rather hoping that I could escape some of that pollution, but perhaps not."

"Do you have anything to declare?" a bored sounding human intoned robotically.

Spike chuckled again, reaching out to touch the mare on the shoulder. "Look, let's continue this later. Here's my card," he said, producing a business card with the same logo on it as was sewn into the halter, "and an offer to give you a place to stay, rent free, until you find a job." Heuvadoches let Spike stand a moment before taking the card and placing it in hir belt pouch. "I'll see you on the other side of this, and we can take my car back to my club. If we get separated, just ... hang out ... at the front door of the terminal and I'll find you. You're ... hard to miss," he said with an evil grin before turning and submitting to the officer's search and question procedures.

Heuva blinked and shaded hir eyes as shi walked from the terminal, the bright early afternoon sun beat down on the airport. Looking around, shi saw nothing resembling the grey stallion. Sighing, shi wandered to a nearby concrete bench, set hir suitcase at hir feet and fished a crumpled cigarette pack from out of hir belt pouch. Shi continued to dig, but hir matches had been confiscated earlier by that TSO officer in the Furcadia Airport. With a frown, Heuva mentally canceled the floral order shi'd not placed yet. Muttering un-pretty things about his dubious parentage in Spanish, shi opened hir travel case and dug in a side pocket for the spare book shi'd packed, only to find those gone as well. "Mierda. ¿Esos idiotas de la maldición del dios, parezco un terrorista de mierda?" shi swore, loudly, slamming the lid closed. The perfume bottles clinked again in protest as shi roughly zipped the top shut. Tearing the top off of the cigarette pack, Heuva stuck the last, bent paper stick in hir lips and looked around again. Seeing nothing, the mare leaned over and put hir chin on hir fist, resting in a "thinker" style pose.

Passers-by ignored hir, each engrossed in his, her, or its personal business. All manner of creatures were on display here. Not only were there the familiar anthromorphs shi was used to from Furcadia and hir homeland: the foxes, wolves, squirrels, skunks, equines and more, but also goblins, trolls, walking trees, strange robotic creatures, machine hybrids, sentient spheres of twinkling light, bare breasted chakat, and of course, humans of all shapes and colours. Heuva stared for a time at a being that appeared to be made entirely out of copper pipe with a Victorian Era gramophone for a head. "This is going to take some time to get used to," shi thought.

The familiar metallic clink of a trench lighter opening spooked hir out of a revere. Whirling to face the sound, shi focused quickly on Spike, holding the source of the noise. "You certainly are jumpy," he said with a grin. "You need to relax, have fun. Maybe slow down a bit." As Spike flicked his thumb on the wheel, the wick poofed alight. Holding it out towards the herm, he asked, "Need a light?"

Heuva nodded and leaned in, touching the tip of the cigarette to the flame and drew in a mouthful of smoke. Leaning back, shi closed hir eyes, inhaled, and blew the smoke out softly through hir nose. "Thank you," shi said, opening hir eyes, "my matches seem to have vanished." The smoke cloud billowed out, wreathing hir head for a moment before being whipped away by the light breeze. "I guess I'm just jumpy because I'm out of my element here," shi said before taking another deep drag. "I was thinking to myself that this is going to take a bit of getting used to," shi explained, motioning to the pipe creature now waiting at a bus terminal a short ways off.

Spike looked up, nodding as he spotted it. "He's a friendly sort. A bit eccentric, though," he intoned, placing the lighter into a special leather belt holder. "Has a good singing voice, too," he offered with a smirk.

"I'm sure," Heuva said. "Look," shi began, "I don't know if I can accept your generosity. I guess it's pride, but also, I don't want to put you in a bad financial ..."

"Follow me," Spike interrupted. "My ... ah ... driver was unable to park by the terminal. Something to do with an elevated security alert," he chuckled. "That's probably why your matches disappeared." With a glance and a grin over his shoulder, Spike turned and clomped across the street towards the nearby parking garage. "And don't worry about finances," he called.

Heuvadoches stared at his back for a moment, thinking about what Spike had said. "My driver..." shi repeated to hirself. Silently, shi stood and stretched. Picking up hir suitcase, the mare hurried to catch up. "What about you?" shi asked suddenly as they walked into the cool shade of the garage. "Do you have any work for me?" Ahead, a bright pink Cadillac limousine idled a few feet away. A brown stallion in black leather chaps and thong with the same crisscrossing pattern of leather straps about the chest, and a chauffeur's cap stood at the rear passenger door. A chromed paw-print shone from the front of his thick, bulging, codpiece.

Spike stopped and arched an eyebrow. "What skills do you have to offer?" he asked. There was a new, hard and serious edge to his voice. "And are you prepared to demonstrate them?" The silence settled for a moment before Spike started moving again. "Come, we'll talk in the car," he said as the chauffeur opened the door. "Shadow, stop by my tailor, if you please?"

"Wait, this is your car?" Heuva asked, shocked.

Spike paused again, one hoof on the floorboard and leaned an arm against the top of the door. He said nothing for another long moment before chuckling softly and disappearing into the dark interior. The driver turned his eyes to the mare, and cleared his throat. Raising an eyebrow, he motioned his head at Heuva. "Best not to keep him waiting, miss. Opportunity knocks but once," he said in a soft, strong voice. "Oh... no smoking in the car, please, and leave your luggage for me to stow away."

Timidly, Heuva stepped forward, closing the remaining distance and pitched the spent cigarette away from the limo. Leaving hir case, shi stepped into the vehicle and settled silently into the seat across from Spike. The butter-soft leather, dyed in a deep black shone in the light of the open door.. A half disco-ball glinted the sunshine off of its mirrored faces from the ceiling, scattering dots and prisms across the zebra-striped faux-fur interior. The mare looked up at the grey stallion that was leaning back comfortably in his spot. Suddenly, the dark smoked glass cut off most of the light as Shadow shut the door. The only light beamed through the lowered driver's partition from the clear front windows, illuminating a goofy half grin on Spike's face and a sparkle in his eyes. "Tell me a bit about yourself, Heuva," he said.

"Where do I begin?" shi started, looking out the rear window as Shadow shut trunk.

"Well, the beginning would be a good start," he countered as Shadow entered the driver's compartment and smoothly pulled away from the garage.

As Shadow smoothly navigated through the end-of-lunch traffic, Heuva briefed Spike on hir past history: Hir upbringing in the Southlands, hir mutation, the near rape at age 15, the rescue and running away to Furcadia with hir saviour, the working of odd jobs around Furcadia and the continuation of hir mutation that shunted hir into a life in the brothels and strip bars. At one point, Spike silently handed the mare an embroidered handkerchief. Unknown to Heuva, both stallions listened intently to hir story, Shadow nodding to Spike through the rear-view at one point.

"That's quite an upbringing," Spike finally said when Heuva trailed off, still dabbing hir eyes. "But you have only told me of your history, not your dreams. The 'Why' you're here in Linden Land." Looking into the rear view mirror at the other stallion, he said, "Keep the car warm, we won't be too long." before opening the door and stepping out. Turning and offering his hand to the hermaphrodite, he said, "Now, think about that while we search for some clothing for you."

Heuva followed Spike into the store and stared around at the racks of clothing. Chaps, harnesses, thongs contrasted with the softness of silks and other luxurious fabrics. The rich smell of leather, saddle soap and mink oil filled the senses, momentarily masking Heuva's musk. Small signs listing sizes hung from thin threads, spinning lazily in the shop's air conditioning. Heuva walked in farther, attracted to a rack of black chaps.

"May I help you?" a soft, strangely accented voice said from behind.

Spooked again, Heuva whirled about and stared up at the ... "Snake! Eeek!" shi cried, backing into the rack and nearly tipping it over. Hir feet tangled together and shi sat heavily onto hir rump with a loud "Oof!"

The surprised reptilian recovered quickly from the unexpected reaction, and with reflexes equal to his kind, steadied the rack. "Milady, I assssure you, I mean no harm," he said, stretching out the sibilants. With a toothy grin, he reached out a scaled hand to help the mare to hir feet.

"Ah, Sylvian, good to see you again. I see you've met Heuva," Spike said from behind the proprietor. A merry gleam lit the stallion's eyes as he tried not to laugh. "Are you all right, dear?" he asked of Heuva.

Heuva nodded to Spike and accepted Sylvian's hand. Rubbing hir bruised rump, shi looked up at the snake-morph. Legless, yet taller than most other furres, Sylvian looked almost out of place in this shop, but fit in at the same time. He wore nothing else but a well oiled black leather "H" style harness across his well muscled chest. Slitted eyes stared piercingly out from underneath the hooded cowl of his swarthy, scaled flesh. Heuva tried not to stare into those golden orbs, but their depths were enticing, swirling ... hypnotically beautiful ...

"... new here," Spike said.

Heuva blinked, wondering what happened. Shi looked back at Sylvian, but felt strangely at ease with him. Hir rump was a bit sore, but shi didn't remember why. Shaking hir head slightly, shi tuned back in to the conversation.

"Well, then," Sylvian began, "may I sssuggessst ..." The snake-man lifted a pair of lace-up style chaps from the rack with his tail while pulling a similar styled thong from a nearby shelf. " ... these for ssstartersss? Thisss should sssuit your dark fur rather well, I think," he finished. "And, perhapsss, thisss?" he asked, pulling a harness similar to the ones Spike and Shadow wore; only, hirs included leather patches to cover hir breasts.

Heuva nodded. Noting the similarities to Spike's clothing, shi asked, "But, why these? I really don't want to copy your style, Spike."

"Call it a uniform," Spike said, nonchalantly handing Sylvian his SLExpress card.

Heuva's eyes widened, "I haven't even finished the interview yet?"

"No, but we've heard enough. We'd like to hire you. Admittedly for the same line of work as your last, but with a few more ... ah ... perks," Spike said, as the proprietor returned his credit card. "Go ahead, the clothing is yours, dear. See how it fits."

Wordlessly, Heuva dressed in the aisle. Sylvian had a good eye as the clothing fit perfectly.

"Now, let's show you where you'll be working," Spike said. "Take care, Sylvian, and thanks." he waved.

Sylvian only flickered his tongue and watched Heuva's leather-framed ass as shi sashayed out the main door. "Oh, the pleasssure wasss mine," he whispered, before slithering to the back room.

Back in the car, Spike pulled a console back and pushed a button. "I find business is best discussed over a friendly vintage. Care for a drink?" he asked. An electric motor whirred, pushing up a selection of chilled wine.

Heuva eyed the bottles, not recognizing any of the labels. "It's early, so ... something sweet, if you please?" The mare began to fidget slightly. As the chaps creaked against the leather seats, shi glanced out of the window at the passing traffic wanting a cigarette.

Spike poured two glasses of blush from a bottle with a howling wolf's head on the label and passed one to Heuva. He swirled the liquid gently and sniffed at the top of the glass before taking a sip. Nodding, he pressed the button again and the wines disappeared. "Now," he began. "Our club is a very relaxed atmosphere. The clientèle is predominantly gay anthromorphs, but we are open to all species, sexes, and sexual orientations. It will be your job to escort or otherwise entertain our guests, within reason, of course. I do not expect nor appreciate guests who brutalize my employees, so you do have the option of refusing such services which will result in bodily harm, unless you like that sort of thing?" he asked, waving his glass at hir scar.

"No .. no," shi said shaking hir head. "Violence and sex doesn't make sense to me," shi added, looking back at Spike and unconsciously covering hir left arm. Heuva shivered briefly as the memory flashed across hir mind.

"Come," he said, patting the seat next to him. "Sit by me."

Heuva shifted to hir knees to move next to hir new boss.

"Wait," he said. "I have a better idea. Take off your thong."

Heuva's eyes widened, "But..." shi began.

"What, did you think the uniform would be without cost?" he smirked. "Think of this as your first ... client relationship."

Understanding dawned in Heuva's face. Nervously, shi finished hir wine and set the glass in a nearby holder. Looking down, shi caressed across the leather bulge in hir crotch. Thrusting hir breasts out as shi reached around, shi unhooked the codpiece from hir crotch, peeling it away slowly and exposing the dark flesh of hir sexes. The tip of hir cock barely peeked from the top of hir sheath.

"Good," he approved with a smile. "Now, remove mine."

Leather chaps creaked as Heuva leaned slowly forward, tracing hir hands up Spike's thighs, reaching for the buckles holding his chromed thong in place. The metal clasps jingled softly as the herm unfastened them and pulled the leather back. Shi leaned in closely as Spike's grey sheath helped push the thong away, inhaling the thick, musky male scent. The head of his pink cock twitched gently under the mare's warm breath as shi exhaled across it while hirs began to droop from its sheath. Heuva nuzzled into Spike's thigh, staring at the throbbing meat, not sure if shi should touch it yet.

Nodding, Spike looked over Heuva. "Shadow," he said, getting the other stallion's attention. "If you would be so kind as to detour to a more secluded place? I believe we'll need the privacy for the final stage of the interview." Spike finished his wine and set the empty glass in a deep cup-holder.

"We're almost there now, sir," Shadow said, as he merged into the exit lane with a grin.

Looking back down to the herm on his lap, he smiled, "It's OK, you can touch it if you want," he said softly, stroking the mare's mane.

"I want to do more than touch it," shi moaned. The scent of hir heat escalated in the cabin as shi reached up to trace a finger along the soft side of the shaft. As Heuva's touch reached the medial ring, shi brought hir other hand up to grasp the base of the shaft and pulled hir head off Spike's thigh. Breathing slowly, captivated by the grey stallion's throbbing cock, shi wrapped both hands about it and leaned in to lick across the tip.

Spike nickered softly as Heuva's lips and tongue kissed across the tip of his shaft. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat, pushing his hips closer to the edge. Spreading his arms across the top of the seat, Spike gripped into the leather as the mare's warm mouth slowly wrapped its way around his mouth. His tail pressed against the seat, attempting to rise instinctually as he writhed under Heuva's expert ministrations. Gently, Spike put his left hand at Heuva's ear, scritching lightly, but also pushing the herm farther down onto his pole.

Shadow glanced up from the road, watching Heuva's head move slowly up and down in Spike's crotch in the rear view mirror. He reached up and adjusted the angle slightly, bringing the herm's rump square into view. Hir tail swished occasionally, revealing glimpses of hir winking pussy and round button of hir tailhole. Blustering softly, he inhaled the odors from the back, curling his upper lip slightly as he focused back on driving. Up ahead, a quiet and shaded park would do nicely. Shadow turned smoothly into the drive and slowly navigated the limo to the parking area away from the main playgrounds. Placing the vehicle in park, he set the brake and flicked a switch, closing the privacy screen between the driver's and passenger's compartments. Leaving the engine running, Shadow climbed from the cab and made sure no one was watching before joining the party in the back.

Velvet darkness descended on the pair in the back as Shadow raised the screen. The soft sounds of Heuva's suckling and Spike's gasping easily overrode the whispering of the air conditioning and the creaking of leather. Both equines barely registered Shadow's entrance as he settled into the seat across from Spike. Smiling and watching, Shadow unhooked his thong and set it aside. Then, stroking at his growing cock, he reached out an petted against Heuva's rump. The mare responded by spreading hir thighs farther apart, moaning into Spike's crotch. Reaching down between hir legs, Shadow slipped a finger along the damp lips, gathering some of hir juices before tickling back up to hir tight tailhole. He pressed gently as Heuva's tail rose sharply out of the way, sinking his finger to the middle knuckle. He grinned and looked across the mare at Spike, withdrawing the digit slowly from hir twitching ass.

Spike cracked an eye open at the sudden light of the door opening. Looking on as Shadow removed his thong, his cock grew even harder while watching the well-hung stud play with himself. Shifting slightly in the seat, he continued to pet at Heuva's mane while Shadow explored and even nodded in approval as the sorrel pulled a jar of lubricant from another console.

The cool gel of the lube being painted across hir tailhole brought a gasp and moan to Heuva's lips. Shi rocked hir hips back slightly as Shadow greased hir ass, whimpering softly when he would push his fingers in, only to withdraw them shortly, teasing hir. Heuva's cock, now fully erect, pulsed gently with hir heartbeat. The tip brushed against the leather occasionally, but more often, the stiff fiber of the carpet tickled the sensitive end. Shi grunted softly around Spike's cock as Shadow shifted in the seat and placed his lubed cock against hir body, trembling in anticipation of the thick train plowing hir backside. Shi paused for a moment, mouth open over Spike's cock, waiting for it while a thin rope of saliva connected Spike's flesh to hir tongue.

Heuva cried out loudly with a mix of pleasure and pain as Shadow split hir guts, sinking past his medial ring in the first thrust. Hir head crashed into Spike's stomach as shi clenched down on Shadow's shaft. Bracing hirself on the seat with one hand, shi pushed back against the stallion's second thrust, slapping hir ass against his thighs, hilting him. With eyes closed, shi drew in a hissing breath through hir teeth, and slowly rocked against Shadow's buried cock. Precum dripped from hir shaft, forced out by pressure of his thrusts. Still clenching against Shadow's massive pole, the herm returned to Spike's cock. Sucking harder and with renewed vigour, shi matched the sorrel's thrusts into hir back door, pulling Spike's cock deep into hir mouth.

Shadow groaned and leaned forward across Heuva's back, gripping tightly at the mare's hips. Slowly he pumped his cock in and out of hir ass, gasping with every thrust as shi squeezed against the invading member. Hir small ass quickly pushed the stallion closer to the edge of orgasm with each thrust.

Spike sat up higher in the seat, reaching across the mare to stroke at Shadow's muzzle before pulling on his halter, bringing him closer. Spike's hips thrust slightly into the mare's mouth as he began to fuck hir face. He closed his eyes as a small spasm splashed his precum across Heuva's tongue. Briefly, he shared breath with Shadow before locking into a passionate kiss.

As the two stallions entangled in their kiss above hir, Heuva was rocked back and forth by the pair's shafts. Moaning and slurping, the mare reached under hir body with hir free hand and grasped hir shaft. Shi stroked down its throbbing length before plunging hir fingers into hir soaking wet pussy. Pressing against the back wall, shi could feel the massive train of Shadow's cock pistoning in hir guts. Shi could feel it growing thicker as his flare developed, stretching hir ass to new limits. Whimpering at the crown of Spike's own growing flare, Heuva rapidly rubbed against hir swollen clit while stroking the base of the grey stallion's cock.

Grunting loudly as he broke the kiss, Spike nuzzled open-mouthed along Shadow's face. Rock hard and throbbing precum with every stroke of the mare's hand, Spike's mind played out the pleasure behind his closed eyes. A small pin-prick of light rushed towards his gasping form with the roar of a thousand winds. Suddenly, as quickly as it reached him, it stopped in dead silence for an eternal second, pulling back from his position. Then, with the beating of all three hearts in unison, the light exploded, flooding his brain in pulsing waves of ecstasy. Spike moaned.

Shadow could smell the musky heat of the mare mixed with the sweat, leather, sex and Spike. He could feel his master's tongue across his as he pleasured himself in the herm's ass. Keeping his eyes shut, he reached up to pet along Spike's muzzle as the kiss broke, returning the tender nuzzle. With Spike's moan, Shadow knew. A new scent, sweet and pungent, bloomed as Spike shuddered in the seat with Shadow not far behind.

Spike's first blast almost caught Hevua off guard. The fully expanded flare twitched and quivered on hir tongue as shi felt his inner muscles clench. Shi almost got hir mouth over the top of his cock before it erupted in the sweet and salty flow of his orgasm. With some of his seed splattered across hir face, Heuva suckled, pulled and whimpered with every pulse, milking his shaft for every drop and swallowing everything it had to offer. Shi could feel the shuddering of both stallions as Shadow began creaming across hir apples. His thick flare sealed hir ass and prevented his hot seed from escaping as jet after jet poured into hir tight tailhole. Moaning and thrusting against hir quivering fingers, Heuva soon followed the stallions. Warm fluids trickled from hir winking pussy down hir hand, glistening in the dim light as hir cock twitched and jumped, spewing hir semen across the dark carpet under Spike's seat. Hir tail flagged gently against Shadow's stomach with each pulse, squeezing his drained shaft rhythmically as the sorrel stallion braced his hand on hir back.

Heuva slumped forward under Shadow's weight, spitting Spike's penis from hir mouth to keep from choking on the length. Releasing the base, shi steadied hirself against the seat and laid hir head on Spike's thigh, watching the last dribbles of his orgasm trickle down the shaft. Hir other hand flops bonelessly to the floorboard as clear pussy juice drips into hir palm. Heuva closes hir eyes as Shadow shifts his weight from hir and begins to pull his length from hir ass. Groaning in protest, shi clenches down hard on his cock in a vain attempt to keep him inside hir body, squeezing the last drops from it before it popped free with a squelch and a shudder from both equines.

Spike fell back against the seat, his light fur a darker grey in patches from sweat. He cracked his eyes open and looked down at the mare in his lap, then over at Shadow. Shadow was busying himself with a slow cleanup using a towel from the hidden stash. Heuva moaned softly with each tender stroke of Shadow's toweled hands as he removed the lube from hir tailhole and hir gliss from hir pussy. Spike grinned as he reached down and stroked the herm's mane. "Yes, you will definitely fit in," he said softly with a gentle nicker. Taking a clean towel from Shadow, he dabbed the sweat from hir head before wiping his spunk and hir spit from his cock. "Here," he said, handing Heuva the towel. "Kindly soak up that puddle under the seat?"

Embarrassed, Heuva took the towel, "Sorry about that," shi said, a light red tinge colouring under hir eyes.

"Don't worry about it, dear," he chuckled. "Just get as much as you can. Shadow will have the car detailed later. Besides, I think we all enjoyed how it got there, right Shadow?"

Shadow nodded while re-buckling his thong. "Yes," he said, slapping Heuva's rump lightly. "Very much so, though it was a shame to waste that."

Heuva jumped slightly at the smack and grinned, bending over farther to blot the cooling pool of hir semen from the carpet. Hir insides rumbled slightly, the meal on the plane was very sparse and seemed like ages ago. There was another need too. "Umm, sir?" shi asked. "Is there a place to ... umm ... well ... is there a public restroom nearby?" Heuva left the soaked towel on the floor, folded the one Shadow was using, placed it on the seat next to Spike and sat on it

Spike shook his head. "Dressed as you are hon, I'm afraid you'll be arrested here. This is one of those areas where public nudity is very much frowned upon. You'll have to hold it until we get to the island." Spike squinted at Shadow in the sudden light as the chauffeur exited, staring at the furred rump and golden brown tail with a smile. "All due speed, if you will, my pet?" Spike said, touching Shadow's ass lovingly. "I don't want to be any later."

Shadow looked over his shoulder with a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his lips. "Of course," he said eagerly stepping from the passenger compartment. Slipping smoothly into the driver's seat, Shadow flicked a couple of switches on the instrument panel. A high pitched whine replaced the quiet hiss of the air conditioning and smooth pur of the engine.

"What's going on?" asked Heuva, suddenly white-eyed as the car began to vibrate strangely.

"You may want to buckle up, dear," Spike said, placing a hand on hir thigh.

Outside a cloud of dust billowed out and a deep, electrical blue glow shone from the shaded underbelly of the car. Sparks of static flickered between the ionized metal and the dust, zapping as the vehicle began to hover. The wheels turned inwards, rotating towards the ground, the reflector shaped rims already flickering with the same blue light as Shadow regulated the power conversion from the gasoline engine to the fusion core. Finally, bright blue cones of ionized particles jetted from where the hubcaps would be, lifting the pink limo into the sky, leaving behind a dark patch of scorched and smoking asphalt. Angling the thrusters, Shadow zipped towards the island.