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This story was written for Chris13131415 as their Patreon commission reward for the month of October. It contains masturbation and sexual acts between a consenting adult males (one of them intersex), and some otherworldly magic. The story also contains a scene of consensual genital piercing, in case anyone is super iffy about needles. ^^

Heightening the Experience

"Hi... uh, you do walk in appointments, right?"

Kurt squirmed slightly as he watched the cheetah rise from his chair and nod warmly, circling around the desk of the tattoo and piercing studio and moving to stand in front of the black furred leopard.

"We do indeed, and while normally I'd encourage anyone to book ahead just so we can be sure of having a spot available for you, you're lucky that we've actually had a cancellation. I can fit you in right now, assuming you're here for a piercing rather than a tattoo. I'm Fraser, by the way."

Chuckling bashfully, Kurt nodded his head and shook the hand which the cheetah promptly extended alongside his introduction. For a moment he did imagine himself getting a tattoo, getting his whole body shaven just so he could show it off, but that instant of fantasy passed and with reddening cheeks he took a breath, cleared his throat, and told the stranger standing in front of him what he wanted. For weeks he had been walking past this very same shop summoning up the courage to step inside, but for weeks now he had always bailed out at the last possible moment. After all, it wasn't just that he was about to ask for something rather intimate. It was that he was about to ask for something intimate in a way that revealed something about himself which he only shared with those he was closest to. Something private and personal, which even now the idea of simply telling to this cheetah made him shake where he stood. And yet, if he wanted what he did want, what he had been thinking about for months since the first time he was told about the benefits that it could have for his sex life, there was no way around it. He had to talk to a professional, and this cheetah was that professional.

"A piercing, yeah. Just the one. It doesn't matter where it is though, right? Like, you do them anywhere?"

Fraser smiled over his shoulder, already back around the far side of the desk printing out some paperwork and ensuring that he had a room booked for the procedure that seemed as though it was about to happen.

"Anywhere medically safe, yup. So where was it you had in mind? Upper ear? Nose? Lip? Navel?"

The piercing technician kept on smiling as he awaited Kurt's answer, but when the leopard didn't respond he raised his head and looked in surprise at the exceptional nervousness spread across his potential client's rather handsomely cute face. Either this cat had just started to have major second thoughts about the whole thing, or the question about where he was wanting to be pierced was something which the leopard was uncomfortable talking about. And in Fraser's experience, there was only one part of the body where people were nervous about admitting their desire to get a piercing.

Clearing his throat softly, the cheetah added a little extra to his previous statement.

"And of course we do genital piercings. Sorry for not mentioning those. It's totally cool, and totally something we handle here. I'm just not as used to people asking for those as part of a walk-in appointment. It's normally something folks take some time to think about and plan. I hope you don't mind me saying that."

Kurt's face burned hotter and brighter beneath his dark fur. He nodded and continued to squirm on the spot.

"It's fine. I really have thought about this. I've kept trying to come in and make appointments or get it done for like a month. But, I always chickened out."

Fraser smiled reassuringly.

"Hey, it's cool. For what it's worth, we're able to numb things up so the procedure itself is almost totally painless. There's a little discomfort while it heals, but I hope you've read up enough to know that. You'll have to keep it clean and not touch it for a few weeks at least, that's especially important with any kind of genital piercing. Beyond that though, I assure you I'll treat it with the same professionalism I would any other piercing with any other client. And, if you decide you need to take more time? You can always sit down and have a consultation now where we talk about what you'd like, and you can come back for the piercing itself another day."

To his relief, the cheetah could see that his words were seeming to have an impact on the leopard, Kurt's body visibly relaxing before his eyes. As he uttered his last sentence though, the leopard stiffened again somewhat and shook his head.

"I... I've waited long enough already. Please, I... I really would like to get it done today."

Once more the cheetah nodded, and as he printed out one last form which dealt especially with genital piercings he glanced warmly up at the leopard again.

"It's all good. So, do you mind me asking in advance, where exactly is it you're hoping to be pierced?"

Fraser was a decent guy. He was open and respectful of people because, well, because people deserved respect regardless of species or orientation or gender identity. He tried not to make assumptions based on how someone looked, and for the most part he thought he was pretty good about that sort of thing. But, what the leopard said to him next entirely blindsided the cheetah, and much as he was able to hold back any outward expression of shock, Fraser had to seriously check himself on just how readily he had made assumptions about this other man's body.

"Mmhmnnhn...."

At first of course, he didn't catch anything as Kurt mumbled nervously. When he raised an eyebrow and tilted his head curiously towards the leopard though, Kurt took a ragged, nervous breath and spoke more clearly, and it was then that Fraser recognised at least one of the reasons why the leopard seemed so nervous to be talking about this subject even though he seemed eager to go through with it.

"My clitoral hood."

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Try as he might to not let things get awkward, Fraser could feel things getting awkward as he led the leopard through into the room where he would carry out the piercing in question. He could feel the weight of what Kurt had said to him hanging in the air, and though he knew he should have responded with a simple 'cool' or 'no worries' right after the fact, he hadn't. In fact beyond a murmur and a somewhat hasty nod he hadn't said a single word, and that sucked because all he wanted to do was turn around and tell the leopard that he honestly didn't give a shit what lay between his legs, he was just super worried about saying the wrong thing and making the other feline feel uncomfortable.

Finally though, as they stepped into the room where the piercing was to take place and Fraser gently closed the door behind him, locking it with a click to ensure they weren't disturbed, he had no choice but to speak. No choice but to give up on his chance not to seem like a total nervous moron who seemed as though he had no way of dealing with someone who didn't match his basic assumptions of gender identity, and to just carry on in the hopes that his actions from that point forward would show that he seriously wasn't bothered by whatever lay between Kurt's legs. He cleared his throat, stepped over to a small table at the side of the room, and laid out the various pieces of paperwork upon it as Kurt nervously moved to stand beside him.

"If you could fill out these, I'll start getting the equipment ready. When you're done and its all filled out, please take a seat in the chair there and get yourself ready for us to start. And if you have any questions, if I can do anything at all to make this experience more comfortable for you... please, just ask."

From the moment the silence had fallen between them after the leopard had expressed where he wanted his piercing, Kurt's face had been somewhat taut, somewhat strained with lingering nervousness. But now, to hear the cheetah speak at last and to hear him do so not just civilly but with warmth and an obvious desire to be helpful, it set Kurt's mind at least somewhat at ease. It let him move beyond worry, and instead into simple embarrassment as he began to consider what it meant that yet another person knew about the unique situation between his legs... though of course not about the more recent and magical means by which it had first come about, as opposed to any more natural or medically focused change to his body.

With his head still spinning somewhat Kurt filled out the forms laid out in front of him, writing out his name, his address, his various other items of contact and payment information before moving on to signing what essentially boiled down to a permission slip that allowed someone to stab his genitalia. He squeezed his thighs together at that thought, but tried to move past it. He wanted this. After reading testimonials, after seeing videos, after hearing from people he knew in real life just how dramatically a piercing of the type he was here to get had increased their enjoyment of sex and masturbation, he couldn't stop thinking about it. And even if it took a few weeks or even a month to heal, even if his masturbation session that morning would be the last time he could touch his clit properly for weeks. Even if it did involve effectively being stabbed in proximity to one of the most intimate portions of his body, and embarrassed by the whole process of getting someone to do that for him, he sincerely believed that after all was said and done, he would be grateful for it.

Soon the forms were filled out, and when Kurt turned to see the cheetah almost done laying out the various instruments necessary for the procedure on a small black plastic tray next to the seat where he had been told to wait, he scooped up the paperwork and hurried over to present it. While Fraser read over the paperwork with a few murmurs and nods, before signing off below the permission form himself with a flourish of the pen in his left hand, Kurt sat down, only for the cheetah to chuckle softly as he set the paperwork aside and looked down at the leopard.

"Uh... sorry, I should have been more specific. It's fine, you're welcome to just relax for a minute if you want to, but... when I said sit down, well... if I'm gonna do the piercing there, you're gonna need to take off your jeans. And your underwear."

Kurt's eyes widened, and his face reddened as he realised not only that he was beyond stupid for not having inferred that rather obvious fact from what Fraser had said, but also from the fact that this chair had stirrup-like foot-rests to keep his legs propped up and out of the way. Beyond that though, he almost whimpered in dismay as he realised that his choice of clothing for today had been practically the worst thing possible to wear for this experience. And yet, it was too late for him to back out now. He was too close to having it actually happen, and no matter how terrified and embarrassed he might have been Kurt knew that his body simply wouldn't let him stop now.

Rising from the chair once more, Kurt unbuckled his belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped the front of his jeans, slid them down in full view of the cheetah who really had nowhere else to look, and tried not to react to the way the other man's eyes widened as he saw what else the leopard was wearing. Previously it had looked as though Kurt was wearing jeans and a hoodie, nothing more complex or sensuous about it. But now that his jeans had been slipped off, the truth of Kurt's outfit was revealed. His slim fitted hoodie went lower than the waistline of his jeans, indeed substantially lower, as it transitioned from a sleek, lightweight hoodie into a curvaceous one-piece bikini-like garment. It clung to his nether regions tightly and even left a little furred flesh exposed upon his crotch rather than tucking in to the crevice of his thighs, and though he was facing Fraser head on, Kurt's face flushed hotter as he recalled precisely why he loved wearing this particular garment so much even on occasions when it was entirely inappropriate for where he was going. It was great for a cooler summer day on a beach, or for going to a water park with friends. But for Kurt, the most undeniably positive aspect of this unique sweater come swimwear garment was how beautifully it framed his ass, a fact which right now he could only try to hide from the uncontrollably staring cheetah.

"I... I'm sorry, I really didn't think about doing this today. I've chickened out so many times I never thought I'd actually... I mean, I didn't dress for it. I didn't mean to look like this."

Kurt stammered nervously, only to blush hotter and brighter as the cheetah shook his head and said something which while reassuring on the surface was probably not the best thing for a professional to say in front of his client.

"No, please. You look incredible!"

Both their faces burned hotter and hotter still, and Kurt squirmed on the spot as he closed his eyes and forced himself to ask the next question in this continuing, humiliating string of comments.

"So, should I go and buy something else? A t-shirt I can wear, o-or... or, should I just take it off? Can I be... y'know, naked?"

He saw the cheetah swallow. He saw the other big cat glance from his crotch up to his face with a bashful smile, then back to his crotch again with an undeniably flirtatious flicker of desire that was absolutely unprofessional, yet not at all unwanted by Kurt. Fraser took a breath, steadied his own nerves, and said what Kurt had both feared he would say, and yet at the same time longed to hear this cute cheetah say to him just so he could make this whole situation transpire faster.

"If you're cool with being naked, that's cool with me."

Kurt beamed in gratitude and humiliation all at once, and mere moments after that he was un-popping the fastenings which held the one-piece garment to his body. He was sliding out of it and exposing himself, his lean torso, his ass, his pussy to the ever more wide eyed and obviously flustered cheetah. And then he was slipping back into the seat, putting his feet through the stirrups and getting himself ready for what was either going to be the most painful, or simply one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

In all truth and seriousness though, it wasn't nearly as bad as Kurt expected.

Obviously worked up and excited as the cheetah might have been to see Kurt's unique body shown off and now entirely exposed in such a way, as soon as it came time to be truly professional, he was. Calmly, gently he talked Kurt through every stage of the procedure, and even offered the leopard the opportunity to rub the numbing gel upon his own clitoral hood rather than doing it for him. Not wishing to accidentally miss a spot though, Kurt gave that task up to the cheetah, and closed his eyes, tilted his head back and tried with all his might not to moan as he felt two soft fingertips encircle the hood of flesh from which his clitoris was already visibly protruding, and rub it, unavoidably stimulating the clit itself beneath in the process, until a faint tingling arose as the gel began to take effect, and soon the sensation faded as Fraser's fingers withdrew.

His head remained tilted back, his eyes remained shut as Fraser continued to explain the procedure slowly and carefully step by step. Kurt tensed up as at some point during the description he felt a brief sharpness against his skin and wondered if it was about to happen, if there was a needle pressed to his clitoral hood and if in just another moment or two he was going to feel it piercing him and changing his body for potentially the rest of his life in the process. He waited. And waited for that sensation to come to something, but instead the sharp pricking feeling faded and instead he felt something cool and soft caressing his nether regions. Only then did Kurt dare to look down, and his eyes widened in shock as he saw a soft piece of moistened, disinfectant-laden towelette being rubbed against his crotch, a few tiny patches of pale pink blood upon it.

Fraser smiled, and gently patted one of Kurt's thighs.

"All done. Wasn't that bad, huh?"

The hand on his thigh lingered. Probably just an oversight, a little too much friendliness and a desire to reassure. Nothing more, surely. Not even with the added lingering of Fraser's eyes between Kurt's legs, nothing but professional curiosity to ensure that his piercing wasn't bleeding any more. Kurt smiled with sincerity, and shook his head.

"I... I didn't even realise it had happened until I looked. That gel acted so fast."

The cheetah grinned and nodded.

"Yeah, luckily it wears off fast too, otherwise my fingers would be numb all day! And, I need those for other important jobs!"

A second after he'd said it, Fraser realised how his comment could have been interpreted. Judging by the look on Kurt's face, so too did the leopard. And yet, he didn't take it back. He didn't apologise. For whatever reason he just let the innuendo hang, while the leopard sat there with his legs still spread wide open and his newly pierced clitoral hood on full display alongside the rest of his nether regions.

"Oh!"

Thankful of anything to do, literally anything else to look at in that moment, Fraser sprang to his feet and darted away across the room, leaving Kurt with ample time to shift position and yet finding him as exposed as ever when he returned.

"We offer these to anyone who gets a clit or penis piercing with us. A little free gift, just something to lighten the mood."

He held up a tray to which were pinned a series of little charms, charms which seemed made to clip onto the ends of the currently plain bar-style piercing which now ran horizontally over the breadth of Kurt's clitoris, resting against the nub and pulling back on its fleshy hood to leave the organ itself more deliciously exposed. They ranged from the Superman S to a simple stylised flower, from Mario to a Yin-Yang symbol. There was one however which immediately drew Kurt's eye, and to which he pointed without hesitation. It may have been just past Halloween, but the adorable cartoony ghost which that charm bore was too cute to resist having resting directly over his clit. The very idea of it made Kurt grin with an unabashed delight which infectiously transferred itself to Fraser as he pointed it out, and which remained upon both men's faces as the cheetah delicately slipped the charm into place at either end of the freshly placed bar piercing.

"It's funny, that one must be new in stock, I've never noticed it before! Real cute though, suits you!"

The cheetah murmured as he took one last lingering look of admiration at the piercing and the pussy to which it was attached, before finally rising to his feet and turning on the spot, half so that he could hurriedly go and get Kurt's aftercare instructions ready, and half so he could hide the swelling erection between his legs from his client's knowledge. He left Kurt to finally slip out of the chair and back into his clothes, which the leopard did while marvelling at just how little discomfort there was emanating from his freshly pierced crotch. In actual fact, now that the gel which had numbed him up was beginning to lose its effectiveness, Kurt didn't just feel fine. His clitoral hood didn't just feel as good as it could under the circumstances, or simply better than he'd expected. Without any addendums, provisos or modifiers, it felt good. It felt good, in a rather sensual, frankly rather erotic way.

By the time that the cheetah returned and slipped back into Kurt's private room, the leopard was dressed in his seductive singlet style garment once more. In fact as Fraser entered Kurt was bent over the chair upon which he had previously been seated, folding his jeans neatly while his long tail snaked out behind him and his ass waved seductively almost directly in Fraser's direction. The cheetah uncontrollably stared for a few moments, shuddering as the erection he had fought so hard to start diminishing during his brief absence began to rise within his own trousers all over again. Then he cleared his throat, and watched in dismay and excitement as Kurt stood up, turned around, and with the outline of his piercing now visible against the tight fabric of the swimwear's crotch, tucked his jeans under his arm before padding rather sensuously over to where the cheetah was waiting for him.

"Thanks..."

He murmured with breathy tenderness as he took the aftercare instructions from Fraser, standing a little too close in a very intimate, very purposeful way while Fraser explained the healing process to him. Kurt nodded along even though he could feel his body telling him that what the cheetah was saying didn't apply in his case. That the perfect pussy which magic had granted him was not going to take nearly so long to heal, and that in fact it was already eager to grant his brand new piercing a test run. His face flushed, and it was all he could do not to start leaning on Fraser, to start actively and unmistakably caressing his handsome body as he felt his libido not just give a little twinge of excitement at its new, practically inbuilt toy, but a mind-bending surge of potent desire.

Still bottomless aside from the bikini-like singlet's lower reaches, Kurt followed Fraser out of the room and back to the front of the shop. He paid, and as he realised that no sooner was the transaction complete he would have no reason to stay Kurt was overcome by a sudden and almost irresistible desire to grab Fraser by one hand, to drag him right back into that piercing studio suite, lock the door and beg for the cheetah to fuck him. His head reeled with the intoxicating urge to act, to seek satisfaction any way that he could get it, and after slipping his bank card back into his wallet and practically staggering out of the shop with his jeans still clutched under one arm, Kurt lurched off towards the mall's nearest set of restrooms.

"O-oh god..."

He'd been horny before. He'd walked around with a vibrator strapped to his clit, he'd spent the best part of a day with a powerful egg vibe buried against his g-spot. Kurt knew public horniness. He knew and delighted in the intoxicating temptation and humiliation of public arousal, and the stories of how just walking with a clit piercing could turn you on had undeniably fed into one of the many reasons why he had wanted to get such a piercing for himself. But this? This wasn't just coming from his new piercing rubbing up against his clit, though without a trace of discomfort that was indeed a part of it. If anything it felt like the excitement surging through him in that moment was being generated by something just beyond his body rather than within it. By something other than his aching clit, just focusing all its potent erotic attentions upon that swollen, aching nub which just happened to be in perfect proximity to his brand new piercing.

Kurt slipped into the men's room, slammed the door of the nearest cubicle behind himself, and reached down to drag the material of his singlet's crotch aside. He stared down between his legs, and moaned in shock as he saw something impossible in the pale fluorescent lights of the bathroom stall. The eyes of the ghost whose cute, cartoonish charm was resting either side of his clitoral hood's brand new bar piercing were glowing. Not shining in the light or illuminated by some sort of glow in the dark or blacklight technology. Not bearing tiny LEDs which he hadn't noticed before now. They were glowing, rippling with an ethereal, supernatural energy, and with Kurt knowing all that he knew of the supernatural's genuine existence, everything suddenly fell into place.

His body might have been responsible for his rapid healing, after all if he had been transformed into possessing this particular configuration of genitalia it made sense that the same transformational magic might linger in some form to keep its work from harm. But the arousal, the aching, throbbing desire crashing over him even now was so strong and so all consuming that it simply couldn't be natural, and with the glowing of that ghostly charm's eyes just millimetres away from his aching clit, the reason for all that unnaturally intense excitement was rendered perfectly clear.

"Oooh god..."

Kurt reached down with one trembling hand, and his back arched, his toes curled, and a gush of hot fluids soaked the floor of the cubicle between his legs as he ever so gently touched his new piercing, and in doing so brushed it just as gently against the surface of his clit below. The same rippling glow pouring from the ghosts' eyes momentarily surrounded his entire clit as that contact was made, and though it ended as swiftly as it had begun it felt for a fraction of a second like Kurt had just skipped over all the rest of his pleasure and been catapulted head long, directly into the wild embrace of orgasm.

"Again..."

He whimpered before he'd even summoned up the courage to touch himself a second time, begging his own mind to hurry up and catch up with what he already knew his body needed.

"Please, oh god... agai-..."

His voice trailed off however, and to Kurt's horror he found himself forced to stop his masturbation just as it was beginning when he heard more footsteps rather hurriedly making their way into the restroom. Breathing just as heavy as his own echoing through the air as the door of the cubicle right beside his rattled, opened, and slammed shut again. He stood silently, blushing, trembling, fighting not to touch himself as he heard a belt unbuckle and a zipper unfasten, and then...

"Ooohhhgodyesss..."

He heard a deep, echoing moan of desperate pleasure, and the unmistakable sound of a man beginning to urgently stroke their cock. Not only that though, but he heard it all in a voice that was so very familiar. A voice which he was almost sure belonged to Fraser, and which a moment later he learned without question did in fact belong to that same cheetah.

"Fuck. Fuck, Kurt... let me lick you. Let me eat you. Oh god let me rub that clit. Please. Please, ohh god... yes..."

He gasped and whined under his breath as he presumably jerked off at a frenzied pace, his loose belt-clasp rattling and a wet slapping sound ringing out as he no doubt rubbed pre-cum back and forth along his rapidly slickening shaft. The cheetah seemed every bit as out of his mind with horniness, not to mention regret for letting the leopard walk out of his store as Kurt was for having done so himself in that moment. Kurt's mind reeled as he realised that he hadn't just been imagining things, and that the cheetah hadn't just been engaging in a little harmless flirting. He had wanted him. He did want him. And right now, given just how desperately Kurt's clit was throbbing and how urgently his pussy was aching for something, for anything to satisfy it, Kurt would have given anything for the strength and the confidence to let the cheetah know that he was right there next to him, and wanted exactly what Fraser so obviously wanted from him in that moment.

Kurt's eyes widened, and though he tried everything in his power to stop himself, a mewling cry escaped him as all of a sudden the glowing eyes of the charms attached to his freshly pierced clit hood spread their flickering, eldritch glow over the entirety of the charms' surface. The glow got brighter and brighter as next door the cheetah's own cries of pleasure hurriedly trailed off, Fraser no doubt terrified of having been caught in his own right. But before either one of them could say anything, before either one of the feline male could do anything, the ghostly charms affixed to Kurt's crotch took control of the situation on both men's behalf.

Glowing green, ghostly tendrils burst forth from the charms, growing longer, larger, and more solid and coherent by the second. They spread and rippled outward, wrapping around Kurt's legs and spiralling down, then back up between his limbs even as the tentacles spread them wider and wider apart. Yet more tentacles burst forth and dived under the partition between cubicles, and though Kurt couldn't see what was happening, he could somehow feel through the tentacles protruding forth from his clit, and gave a strangled wail alongside Fraser as he felt those tendrils of flickering, somehow solid and yet still ghostly green energy wrap around the cheetah's erection even as they pressed inside of Kurt's own pussy.

"Kurt!!"

Fraser howled as no matter how impossible it seemed, he felt Kurt's pussy wrapping itself around his cock even though he could see a tentacle of glowing green energy squeezing and rubbing at his shaft.

"Aaah, Fraser!"

The cheetah's eyes widened as from the cubicle next door, the source of the tentacles encircling and entwining his legs tighter and more abundantly by the moment, he heard Kurt's voice cry out his name, and wondered if somehow the leopard could feel his cock inside of him, even if in reality it was some green tentacle doing the touching for them both. Beyond crying out one another's names though, there was really nothing else for either one of them to say. Nothing else for them to do as they felt their longings for one another suddenly and uncontrollably fulfilled by the transferred sensations of the other cat's nether regions quivering around or within their own. That was probably a good thing though, since before they even had a chance to cry out with more than a few mindless whimpers and mewlings of their shared pleasure another pair of tentacles invaded their muzzles. Eyes widened and cheeks flushed as suddenly they felt themselves kissing. Not just gently pecking or teasingly smooching one another, but wild, passionate Frenching.

They still couldn't see one another. Still weren't actually face to face, standing, trembling with a thin plywood cubicle wall between them, but that didn't matter. Kurt gurgled and whimpered as he bucked his hips against the toy plunging in and out of him in perfect sync with the motions of Fraser's cock, the leopard's clit erupting with waves of pleasure which surged through the tentacles and right back into both of them each time he rocked his hip and rubbed his brand new, seemingly ghostly imbued piercing against the surface of his swollen clit. Fraser whined and gasped in return, humping the tentacle squeezing him, milking him as though it was Kurt's hot, wet pussy, and heightening the pleasure of every motion they made even though they were still agonisingly apart.

The pleasure built, and built, and as the tentacles began to grow restless and push the mortal forms they were stimulating to ever greater heights, slipping into waiting, clenching backsides and encircling trembling hands to conjure the illusion of fingers roaming, mutually probing to get one another even more worked up, both Kurt and Fraser surged towards a shared orgasm of which neither of them were the slightest bit in control.

A split-second before they were ready though, an instant before their bodies were set to be overwhelmed and cast into pure rapture by the force of their shared orgasmic bliss, the glow of the charm upon Kurt's clitoral piercing faded in an instant. The tentacles simply vanished like smoke in the breeze, and a split-second later two piercing, yowling cries of desperation erupted from the two occupied cubicles of the otherwise empty restroom, followed by the rattling of doors, and the stumbling of bare footpaws out onto the tile floor beyond.

"Kurt!"

"Fraser!"

The two felines howled as they sprang free from their cubicles and into one another's arms, and Kurt wailed in delight as a second later he was being pushed back against the wall of sinks which covered a portion of the bathroom wall. Finally, gloriously he felt the cheetah's clawed hands grasp at his ass while his legs clutched tight around the other man's waist, and as Fraser sank into his pussy with a roar of pleasure, neither one of them felt the slightest shame as they clutched at one another, as they whimpered and wailed, and they both immediately, helplessly began to cum.

Writhing, thrashing, howling at the top of his lungs, Kurt clawed at Fraser's back and buried his face in the cheetah's neck as he felt ribbons of the other man's hot cum flooding deep inside him. He shuddered, and with soaking jets of ejaculate Kurt soaked Fraser right back in return, flooding juices down the cheetah's thighs and onto the floor below, yet more dripping down and off the base of the cheetah's heavy, still draining balls. Kurt gasped and writhed as he felt Fraser's cock throbbing within him. Twitching rubbing against his deepest inner reaches. His eyes rolled back in delight, and from that point onward until his long, intense orgasm ended, he was aware of nothing else but the simple, overwhelming fury of the pleasure.

When it did end however, a thought crossed Kurt's mind. A single, rather silly thought, but one which made his post-orgasmically satisfied self giggle as it wormed its way through whatever portions of his mind were currently still active.

He had sought that piercing just over his clit for a number of reasons, but chief amongst them had been the idea that it would heighten the experience of sex.

The leopard pulled back ever so slightly from the arms of the near complete stranger he had just fucked, and giggled as that stranger smiled bashfully back, then leaned forward to peck him gently on the lips. Kurt glanced around them, at empty but still public restroom in which they had just fucked, and the cubicles close by from which two trials of juices and pre-cum respectively were leading to the spot where they had finally thrown themselves together. He felt his chest heaving, his pussy still aching with satisfaction and relief, and yet beneath it all, he felt the continued tingle of arousal from his clit as his brand new piercing continued to rub up against it, ghostly, glowing-eyed charms and all.

Kurt had bought this piercing to heighten the experience of sex, and... god, had it ever worked, far better and far faster than he had ever dreamed possible. But now, a new question raised its head in the wake of that freshly acquired knowledge. One which Kurt didn't have an answer for quite yet, but which he figured that he was going to learn the truth of before too long.

"Fraser?"

The leopard purred to the panting, blushing, spent cheetah still holding him and still twitching inside of him. Kurt blushed as their eyes met, and his clit throbbed deliciously again with renewed stimulation as his hips rocked all but imperceptibly against the other man.

"Yeah, Kurt?"

His cheeks flushed, his face burned, but Kurt couldn't not say what he was thinking. He was so horny, so worked up by his brand new piercing and its supernaturally added extras that he simply couldn't help himself.

"Again."

The dark furred feline purred to his golden furred lover, pussy clenching around the cock that hadn't even finished cumming in him a single minute beforehand.

"Please, right here... right now, Fraser. Fuck me. Eat me. Just... oh god, just rub my clit for me, and... and make me cum again."

By Jeeves

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