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"You sure you're good?"

After all of the gasping and moaning, the squeaking of the mattress and the thumping of the frame against the wall, the sucking of wet flesh over and around a well-lubed paw and arm, the only sound remaining in the room was the low, unsteady panting from the red panda where he lay. A moment earlier he had been on all fours, teeth gritted, back arched, breath coming fast and hard as he squeezed, tugged, pulled... bucked, jerked, and thrust, nearly yanking himself forward off the still-clenched paw buried beneath the base of his paintbrush tail, but - now all that energy had leaked out of him with his peak across the bed beneath him, so that he lay limp with his rump still raised and shoulders down, body gently stirring as he tried to catch his breath.

"Yeah," the panda managed after a moment. He nodded, licked his lips, swallowed, and then half-opened his eyes, all at the end of another low sigh. "Yeah, I'm... I'm good..."

From behind him, sitting cross-legged on the bed, Kopa leaned around and gave the panda a tug where his paw remained, still_inside of him. "You squeezed, uh, _really tight, there, Six."

"It..." He swallowed again and tried to pull forward, though the way the leopard kept his paw clenched into a fist just past his rim, like the knot from one of his favorite toys, meant that he couldn't easily come free at this angle. Kopa watched from behind, amused at his struggle. "It felt _really_good. And, y'know, I've - got a lot of practice."

"Don't have to tell me that." Here the leopard leaned in, making sure to dig his paw in a little bit deeper as he went. That made Six grip at the bedsheets and squirm again, legs spreading a bit and hips pulling up. "Who can just straight-up take a fist without any other preparation? You and Lukas and, who else?"

Six tried to respond to that but naturally couldn't, his words all jumbled and mixed from the sensation of pressure and pleasure sinking up underneath his tail. The two dormmates both had some spare time tonight between a pair of online exams, and as usual their session had turned into more a mutual study of each other's bodies than the actual material. A close inspection of Six's sheath and sack led to him on his back with his legs raised, which led to Kopa's muzzle sliding into place against the revealed pucker... and then for some unexplained reason, the red panda had a big bottle of thick, sticky lube ready to go, and then he was on all fours, and Kopa was above and behind him guiding one, two, three, four fingers into him, another two from the other paw, a third, a thumb...

This was something Kopa had done before, though maybe not with Six. The sensation of the puckered ring of muscle pushing and squeezing around his fingers tapered to a tip, the rim opening and squeezing to give way to wet, slick flesh inside, walls shifting and sliding, heart pumping, body shivering... right from the start he had been able to tell just how good it felt for the little bottom-heavy red panda. A little searching, a bit of a spread to his fingers and a grasp and squeeze, and then suddenly Six was squirming and bucking underneath him, hard shaft bouncing and dripping all its own.

So, naturally, Kopa had continued along that course, gradually stroking himself as he watched and worked. That slow rhythm expanded into a quicker, more urgent back-and-forth, one paw resting on Six's generous waist while the other pounded into and out of him, digging deep, pushing and pressing, until the panda had squeezed and squirmed and unloaded across this mattress here.

Even though Six had hit that peak by now, pushed to that point by a clenched paw and deft fingers pushing and squeezing along all his good spots from inside out, Kopa still kept his arm halfway to the elbow inside the red panda. Every now and then there was natural contraction deeper inside, or a shifting of those slimy walls, or a more intentional attempt at a squeeze from his tailhole, sucking along the leopard's lube- and saliva-slickened fur and skin.

Now that there had been some time to rest and cool off he could feel that lube start to dry, matting in his fur and crusting in place. Six folded his arms under his chin and rolled his head over to the other side, then heaved another low sigh.

"You know," he said after a moment, "you can stop wearing me like a glove, and-"

Kopa gave a tug, immediately cutting off the panda's words. "No, actually, I don't think I can."

"What?"

This led to another tug, which brought out a gasp and yet another moan. Kopa watched as the panda's tailhole pulled and stretched around his buried wrist, puckered wrinkles stretched smooth around the girth with just a slight ring of wet inner red showing, when he really pulled.

Six jerked and grabbed at the blankets again. "Ah - oh, gosh, now that's-"

"See?" Just for effect Kopa pulled again, then made an effort to push inwards. He kept his other paw braced at Six's rump to pull against the insertion. "You're starting to tighten up again. ...God, now that's something I never thought I'd say."

"Shut up."

"You said you once went to the gym with a knotted toy inside you, didn't you? I could swear th-"

"Shut up! That w-"

Instead of letting him finish, Kopa straightened up again, this time moving his other paw to the small of Six's back. That braced there, he turned his other paw around inside of the panda, rolling it over so that his fingers brushed upwards towards the base of his tail instead of down to press on his belly from inside, and with that in place he gave the panda a good tug and lift. Six gasped and grunted again, and Kopa felt the distinct attempt at another clench and squeeze around his wrist.

He waited until Six had quieted down again, the panda's arms now stretched up over his head towards the pillow. "I wonder," Kopa went on, trailing his fingers one by one along his insides, "if I could make you go again without having to pull out. Since, again, I'm not sure I'll be able to. But, you know what they say about that?"

It took a moment for Six to notice that he had leaned in, but once he did, the panda met his grin and wink with a grumble and roll of the eyes.

"What do they say, Kopa?"

"There's one way to find out."

Daet Wolfaur

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The trees stretched up into the sky overhead, trunks so wide that it would take four, five, maybe even six of Shel's family to completely ring the base - and that was saying something, since even as the youngest of his brothers he had an armspan noticeably longer than Lan was tall. That made sense, though, Lan being a fairly small mouse and Shel an athletic lion.

At least he used to be athletic, the mouse thought, once his husband came into view. Shel struggled very slightly with their cooler, full of ice and drinks and meat for the week, but he did his best to hide the strain. Back when we met in college. You wouldn't really be able to tell looking at him now, but... I guess I've let myself go, too.

_ _

Hard to believe that that was so many years ago, yet here they were now, each bearing a matching ring on their fingers, scent as close to the other's as their own, incapable of looking at the other without a smile blossoming on their muzzle. To be fair, though, this last one was how it always_was, since Lan first caught sight of Shel across the lecture hall from him, and then when they were paired together for the end-of-semester project in their intro geology course - since it counted for both a chemistry ­_and a history credit.

"Lan."

The mouse perked, his big, thin ears catching and folding under a faint breeze. They had driven a good two and a half hours to get here, with much of that drive being up and over and around the mountain roads as they twisted and snaked through the ever-deepening forest all around. He looked up from his phone - no signal out here, of course - and then to the side again; Shel had already put the cooler in place and was back at the car.

"What's up, love?"

The two had arrived in early afternoon the previous day, but had opted to get the rather large and luxurious tent set up first. All that remained now other than that cooler was the chairs and things that they would place around the fire; last night they had enjoyed a cozy dinner of a can of soup heated over the gas stove, their backs to one of these giant trees with the dark sky far overhead past the canopy and the sounds of the forest all around.

Shel rested one folded chair over each shoulder and gave the mouse his trademark big predator's grin as he passed by. "Nothing. Just wanted look at you a bit."

The mouse chuckled and reached forward to slap the lion's rump as he passed by. "Uh huh. You've been looking at me for the past seven years now."

"Yeah, and I still haven't gotten tired of it."

"Oh - gosh, you..."

Lan followed at a bit of a distance, just far enough that Shel couldn't thwap him with his tail as he walked. The lion brought those two chairs out away from their site a bit towards where the trees closed back in around the clearing, the branches and leaves all around constantly rustling with a breeze or the movement of who knows how many critters out there in the wild. First one and then the other, then the first creaked as he rested his weight down into it, resting onto one arm and then the other.

Some time ago his back had started bothering him, usually in the mornings and evenings. The doctor had suggested it as a lingering side effect of his time playing football, so Lan kept his mouth shut on how he thought he knew the three precise instances during the games he watched that had led to this injury; whenever their nephews came to visit Shel still went out of his way to play with them, even though he had to hobble back and take a break every now and then.

The mouse ran a small, thin-fingered paw over his husband's shoulder as he passed by, then trailed that down his arm and into _his_paw. Shel grasped and squeezed lightly, for the two of them to remain entwined between once Lan had settled into his seat. For a while they just sat there silent, looking out over the stirring, endless trees, down along the hint of the ridge that led down to the river far beneath, and then between the canopy, the next mountain far in the distance tinted blue-white by the sky.

Shel's scent wafted over to him, faint yet noticeable, pleasant. Lan drew it in and enjoyed it, letting himself settle into the presence.

"It's a shame Ryan can't be here," the lion mused after a moment, with a small smirk.

Lan looked at him. "No it's not."

That smirk evolved into another sharp-toothed grin. "No?"

"No! You only try to like him. Everyone can see you don't really."

"Oh, come on. ...Maybe you're right."

"Besides, we've been trying to get away like this for weeks, but he keeps showing up. Our anniversary was two months ago, Shel."

"Yeah, but that's as much my fault as it is his. If you wanna talk about inconvenient, what's with your mom?"

Lan hid a laugh by covering his mouth with his other paw. "Okay. I can't apologize for that. She's always been like that. Remember Hal, back in high school?"

"Your first boyfriend?"

"Yeah. She did - you know, what she did on Wednesday, except it was in person since he had come over to stay the night, and..."

"Oh God, I remember this story."

"Uh huh." Lan rolled his head on his shoulders, the smile lingering behind for a bit. It used to be an embarrassing mishap that he tried to forget, but now that so much time had passed...

Shel squeezed his husband's paw. "But she's done it the last three times now. Consistently. Getting into it, in the mood, feeling right, and then - I feel your leg vibrating against mine..."

"Just bad timing. Just-" The mouse had to take a moment to laugh out loud. "Bad coincidence."

"Uh huh." Here Shel leaned over, his chair creaking again, to brush his muzzle alongside his husband's. "Which is why we're up here in the middle of nowhere for the next week. We've got a lot of catching up to do."

Lan brushed back, eyes half-closed, and pushed his nose into the lion's thicker fur. "We sure do. Happy anniversary, love."

"Happy anniversary."

LomiDePuzlo

Lolo spread his legs before the mirror, blue skin of his short snout tinting faintly lavender with the warmth of the blush that pushed through him. As one of the Locus he could naturally change and adjust his body however he liked, yet doing something like this... he ran a soft-skinned hand up his smooth belly towards his chest, broad and heavy with the two full, plump beasts, nipples soft yet firm in their own way, and so, _so_sensitive. He pinched one, shivered with the sensation, then adjusted his position and lowered that hand back down, towards the center point reflected closest in the mirror.

Soft, supple pink flesh spread between blue skin, everything slick and wet with arousal all from the change itself, from the knowledge of his new equipment, and then from the actual physical responses as well. He had run his fingers back and forth over himself while settling into this female form, nerves and senses firing again and again. Before making the change he had gotten prepared and ready, too, with first one finger and then a second underneath his tail, pucker well-slickened with saliva first and then a generous glob of lube from the bottle nearby, accidentally kicked over onto its side at the first burst of his new body.

He had started slipping the beads in one by one once his body had actually begun to visually change, hips widening and shoulders shrinking, waist thinning while his chest and breasts grew and formed out. It had been a hell of a sensation, then, feeling himself squeeze and clench around them as his muscles tightened and insides rearranged, to the point where now the towel he had laid out underneath him bore a distinct discoloration from all of the leakage and dripping arousal.

Now that he had settled into this form, abdomen constantly twitching and shivering with growing pleasure, the Locus nearly struggled to keep his legs apart, though he sat leaning back with his elbows propping himself up. He loved the feeling of looking down over himself and seeing that broad chest and then flat belly and groin, then flicking his gaze up to the mirror to see what really waited there... he reached down and underneath himself, using the reflection to find the handle of the beads to pull one, then a second, then a third out.

He relaxed for these three and then intentionally tightened around the fourth, knowing that that would be the next to last one; it pulled against his tailhole, the tug visible along the ridged flesh in the mirror, and when it finally came free it did so with another dribble of slick arousal oozing from his new sex. Lolo let out a breathy sigh and then pushed them back in, one by one, again relaxed at first and then squeezing as they went deeper and deeper.

Lolo actually fell fully over onto his back once he reached the base, his other arm giving out from underneath his body. He pressed that hand against his mouth to stifle the noises, squeezed again, and then pushed, trying to ease them in against him; these beads widened one by one, with the one at the base about the same girth as two fingers held together. He watched in the mirror as his tailhole puckered and pursed and pushed out, warm blue of the surrounding skin giving way to the slick red of his interior... and then that last wider bead popped in, forcing him to clench and shiver and gasp all over again.

For a moment his body wouldn't relax from that tension, and then when it did, it really did. Something about the sensation, the pleasure, the pressure, but with his hand still down there with one finger hooked around the base, eyes nearly closed, mouth open, Lolo shuddered and relaxed, and pushed just slightly - and felt the warmth start to stream out over the back of his hand and his fingers, the flow tickling as it dripped along his stretched and filled tailhole.

The feeling had been there the whole time, but now that he was simultaneously so overwhelmed and fulfilled there was nothing he could do to hold it back. Lolo lifted up onto his elbows again, leaving the beads where they were buried inside of him, and spread his legs again; he raised up from the towel, watched the pale yellow as it dribbled down in a few separate streams from his angled groin, and sighed. Then he pushed again, watching and loving as the pink flesh stirred and shifted and pushed out, that dribble growing into a stream from a short distance beneath his clit.

Then that lowest, fattest bead popped free, again making him gasp and tighten. The stream pinched off for a second there, but once it started there was no way Lolo could stop: he swallowed, sat back down against the towel becoming steadily more damp, and then let himself go again, the beads held in place against the floor. Pleasure mixed with relief as he continued to drain himself, the puddle growing and spreading underneath his rump; the more he pushed the more it strengthened, and the more the beads slipped out of him, one by one by one.

Yet again he flicked his eyes up towards himself in the mirror. Shoulders shaking with the relief, chest lurching with unsteady breathing, spread knees and entire body twitching with the little jolts of pleasure, he reached down, pushed the beads back in one at a time, then slid his hand up to run a pair of fingers right in the middle of that stream just as it started to dwindle down. Hot and fresh, musty and musky, it mixed with his natural scent of arousal so similar yet slightly different from that of his male form.

With his mark finally dribbling down to its finish the Locus lifted up one more time, swallowed, bit his lip, and pushed, the beads slipping free and then dropping onto the soaked towel underneath him, his tailhole remaining parted for a few seconds longer until he relaxed again, the interior flesh bearing the trickle of lingering piss for that short time. Then, panting, he settled down yet again, and brought that hand to his snout to draw in the scent of his himself and his changed body.

This was definitely something he needed to do more often.