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Splitting the Advantage

Delph loved Freshers' Week. Every September, a new cohort of young, bright-eyed and hopeful animals would arrive in his city, to begin their studies at the local university. The opossum loved seeing them all, each of them keen to enjoy their first true taste of independence, in some cases hundreds of miles from their parents' close supervision.

Delph took a long drag on his cigarette, drawing the smooth smoke into his lungs, before lifting his pointed muzzle to the night sky and breathing it all out in a thick cloud. The night was young, and Delph was alone in the smokers' yard behind his favourite little bar. He wore nothing but some dark jeans, his collar, and a self-assured snarl. The students had returned, and yet the main crowds had yet to descend on the city centre. Most were probably still at halls, getting ready for their first night out in their new home. Many of them would stick to the big-name bars and large nightclubs, elsewhere in town. A daring few, though, would come here to the Village. The new students soon learned of the Village's reputation as the 'alternative' night-spot. Gay clubs, bear and leather bars, and a whole host of quirky establishments were dotted around this warren of narrow streets and crooked houses. They would arrive soon enough though - a whole new band of lifestylers, punks of all flavours, and eager frisky young things for the twentysomething possum to meet.

He dropped the cigarette stub to the ground, and was putting it out with his wide bare paws, when the rear doors to the pub flung open, and out stormed a young female possum wearing a brown leather jacket, white shirt and a black miniskirt. She came to an abrupt halt by a brick wall, and huffed out loud. She turned, and retrieved a packet of smokes from her jacket, before patting each of her pockets, growling and quite freely cursing when she could not find what she wanted. She was a pretty possum, pert and petite, with cute leathery ears, and a sleek possum-tail which trailed in her wake. And just like Delph, she sported an array of piercings: ear, eyebrow, nose and lip. Those were the ones he could see, anyway. Slipping a paw into his trouser pocket, Delph approached her and did the polite thing.

"Light?"

She froze, twitched, and eyed the male up, paws to her chest, wary as possums generally are when surprised. However, on seeing one of her fellow species, offering her a lighter, her shoulders dropped slightly.

"What? Oh right. Fuck. Now I'm a charity case."

She flopped back against the brick wall, staring at the sky and giving a heartfelt sigh. Delph joined her, one hindpaw kicked back, and his mottled tail falling to the ground.

"You know... you might expect language and smoking from a possum like me. But not a young female like you."

She spat on the floor. "We're possums. We're born trash, and we'll always be trash."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. Come on, light up. It'll help you relax."

"What... yeah, okay. Fuck knows I need one after chatting with Darren."

She retrieved a cigarette from the packet, and held it between two fingers. Delph clicked the lighter, and the tip of the cigarette caught the flame. She brought it to her lips, inhaled, and exhaled, releasing a toxin-laden cloud from her lungs. Delph breathed in her smoke, scenting the chemicals, watching her with gleaming eyes and a slight scowl on his whiskery muzzle. She gazed back, smiling as subtly as she dared.

"Fuck I needed that. Been one shit-hole of a day."

"I figured. Animals generally don't storm around and curse like whores when they've won the lottery. So who's Darren?"

He's your boyfriend of course.

"My boyfriend."

"Species?"

The female smiled a little. "He's a Siamese cat. Sure he can be stuck-up at times, but that's part of his breed. Plus he spends half his time chasing rats in his head. Hey, he's dumb and he's sweet."

"I take it he's not studying with you."

She shook her head. Just then a phone jingled, and the female possum straightened up. She pulled out her phone, grimaced at its screen for a moment, and started tapping at it.

"Talk of the devil?"

"Yeah, now he's apologising for earlier. 'Ooh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I love you baby', all the usual bullshit. I mean. Fuck. Just leave me alone for five minutes."

With the cigarette between her teeth, she typed her reply, hit send, and sighed again, the phone still in her paw. Delph gave a small relaxed laugh, and swept his tail around them both.

"It's alright. You're fine."

The female nodded and smiled.

"Mind if I take a look at him?"

She turned the screen in the male's direction, and tapped it to enlarge Darren's profile picture. He was a handsome, well-groomed young tomcat, creamy-furred with a little bit of stubble, wearing a high school sports jacket. His name and telephone number were displayed next to his picture. Delph committed the number to his memory.

Such a sweet, devoted, stupid little boyfriend.

"He's cute."

The female smoked her cigarette again and wrinkled her muzzle. "He's a ditz. I'm not."

"You complement each other."

"I can be the nice girl, the good girlfriend, if I wanna be. But like I said, I'm still a possum."

"That makes two of us."

"Yeah." She tapped a few more buttons, possibly switching the phone off, before slipping her phone back into her jacket. Delph adjusted the crotch of his slim jeans, the tight denim doing little to disguise the marsupial's pride. He caught her glancing, flicked an ear at her barely-audible huff, and he smirked.

"Because... there is a lot to be said for keeping it in the species."

She pondered this for a second, before nodding. Hesitant, of course. But also curious.

"Now, I'm going to hazard a guess here. Darren's a little bit... lacking in the size department."

She gave a small nod. "Yeah. Relatively. He is a cat."

"Still feels good when he fucks you?"

Her toothed muzzle fell agape. The bigger, older male turned to leer over her, the green and yellow of his eyes glinting in the evening light.

"Oh don't pretend you're offended. You're an adult, you're a long way from your parents, and you know exactly what happens when a boy cat and a girl possum are horny as fuck. Now. Answer my question."

"He... I mean.... We've... never done it."

A look of concern played across the male's face, and he softened his voice. "I bet you really wanted to."

"Yeah. We planned it and everything. The last weekend before I left for college. Nice meal, a couple of drinks, and a swish hotel room for the night."

"So what happened? Loverboy got a little bit shy?"

She scoffed. "More than a little bit. Started all apologising, saying sorry he couldn't get it up..." She trailed into a nervous laugh. "And here I am, talking about it with a complete stranger, like it's the most casual thing in the world."

"That's good. It shows you're relaxed."

"I can accept that."

"So touch me."

Pause.

"What?"

"Go on. I'm not going to bite your paw off or anything. So touch me. Like you've been desperate to do since we started speaking."

"I don't... I don't want to..."

"You're a shit liar." And he took the female's long-fingered paw, and spread it across his crotch. At once the girl huffed, and as Delph twitched inside his jeans, she swallowed. He lifted her chin, his vivid green-and-yellow eyes locked on her softer purple-blue hues. And that scent... even above the haze of tobacco which laced both of their breaths, Delph could smell her. Oh, she wanted to alright.

"Come on, let's take a walk. It'll clear your mind."

Releasing her paw, he sniffed, licked his snaggle-tooth, and gestured for her to walk with him. She hesitated for a moment - only a moment though, before her intrigue won the day and she followed, flicking the remnants of her cigarette away. Anyway, if he did try to fuck with her, she knew enough jujitsu to keep herself safe.

The bar garden had a gate at the back. Delph unlatched it and stepped through, with his raised muscular tail and the female marsupial in his wake. The gate opened up into a cobbled alleyway, which divided the backs of two tightly-packed rows of houses, many of which had been converted to bars and eateries. Bins overflowed, and many of the yards were decorated with discarded boxes, wrappers and food peelings. Despite being as civilised as any other fur, such a damp and rotting scent overlain with the traces of good-quality food discarded too soon couldn't help but speak to both of the possums' scavenger instincts, and set their maws to watering.

They walked the backstreets, and soon they reached a path running alongside a canal, separated from the water by railings and a steep drop. This place was more secluded, with a high wall alongside the path, and plants providing cover. Still the female followed, eager to feel this big possum again. Maybe even see him. Up ahead, the path diverged from the canal and returned to the city. But suddenly Delph climbed the railings near the fork, and dropped down to the canal level. His companion peered over the side, to see where he was now standing. There was no towpath down there, but a grassy bank with enough space for two marsupials to walk single-file. She glanced about herself - all was clear. Then, she climbed the barrier herself, and lowered herself down the ledge, using her long tail for extra leverage. The water in the canal rippled under the little light which filtered through from the city. Across the water were the backs of factories, a few still operational, many abandoned, but all with crumbling brickwork and shattered windows that no animal thought worthwhile to repair. Onwards they walked, along the canal, first following a narrow track worn into the grass riverbank, but then through the grass itself. Broken glass, food wrappers, and all manner of waste were strewn under-paw, and the possums picked their way along the canal bank, always only a few inches' slip from the murky waters by their side. The female lost track of how long they walked - five minutes? Ten? Fifteen? Suffice to say, though, that she was completely lost.

Up ahead was a cast-iron bridge. Through the gloom, the possums could see its ornate design, an echo of an industrial glory which would never return. The water did not reach the bridge's abutments - rather, there was a brick ledge on either side, which then plunged to the canal. Once Delph reached this ledge, under the bridge, he stopped, inspecting his surroundings. It was dark underneath, and dank, and damp, with no streetlamps or forecourt lights to illuminate it. Somewhere water was dripping through from the bridge into the canal, and the air was filled with the scent of river water, moss, and diesel fumes.

"Ah, this is the spot."

The possum-girl stopped beside the larger male. She cocked her head to one side.

"So this... this a favourite spot of yours or..."

Without warning Delph whirled around and backed her against the damp brick wall, his strong climbing-paws on her sides to pin her, and his massive tail curled up behind him like a whip.

"You mutter too fucking much."

He loomed over her, his green-and-yellow eyes glinting in the half-light, and he uttered a slithering hiss, tongue protruding and a string of drool dripping from it, landing on her nose. His maw curled up into a grin, sharp teeth on full display. Yet rather than shy away, the female possum twisted her muzzle into a little snarl of her own.

"Yes, this is how it should be. Two nasty marsupials, hidden away in the underside of the city. Now, where were you?"

He thrust forward, growling quite shamelessly, grinding his crotch on hers.

"Oh yes. With that paw of yours wrapped around my big marsupial cock. So how about you pick up where you left off?"

Part of her wanted to resist. Part of her wanted to reason with him - to say she didn't want to do this, that they shouldn't be doing this, out in public, so soon after they met, and what would Darren think?, and then the male bucked into her, and she dropped her paw to his crotch, snaking it between their bodies to get a feel of the male's endowment. She bit her quivering lip.

"Ffffuck you're a big possum."

The girl's compliment made him twitch in her paw-grip, and grind that thick meat into her palm.

"Yeah. Yeah I am. So why don't you get it out and see for yourself how big I am?"

Delph held still, long enough for the female to fumble with his trousers, unfasten the first two buttons and slip her paw inside. She wrapped her slender paw around Delph's half-hard possum cock, and the male licked his lip.

"That's it, you keep that up. You're doing a great job."

With that, she stroked him upwards, making Delph swallow hard and then murr. She grinned.

"Yeah. I'm doing alright."

And without prompting, she slipped her second paw inside, cradling both his length and his soft-furred sack, using both of her paws to guide his entire package out from its confines. The male had nearly reached his full arousal, a thick measure of possum which emerged from a plume of coarse crotch-fur, bearing the same mottled pattern as his tail. She wrapped one paw as best she could around his base, feeling his warmth and his every throbbing pulse. She stroked him, slowly, marvelling in his thickness, feeling every contour of his gently curving possumhood. It wasn't the first time she had seen an opossum shaft - to live with teenage brothers is to live around cocks. The only times she had seen a possum erect and in action, though, had been in smut movies. But here was a male right now, with that unique bifurcated length exactly as she had imagined. This was all new... and rather welcome.

"And Darren never has to know, does he?"

Now the female was chuckling. "No, no he doesn't. Silly kitty."

"Yeah... Silly kitties."

"But what if... someone hears us..."

"Relax. I know this spot. We're hidden away by a canal, under a railway bridge, in pitch black, well out of sight of anyone who might be passing by. Even if they wandered off the nearest footpath. Which, at any rate, is a good fifty metres away."

"And.... On the off chance that we do get spotted..."

The male grinned. "Trust me, nobody is going to do a thing, even if they see us. Look at me." He held up a paw tipped with wicked claws. "Would you risk pulling apart two possums making love?"

The opossum-girl chuckled and nodded - fair point. She stroked upwards, over that uncut length, and wrapped her paw around his twin heads. The male huffed, and mrowled, as precum trickled from both of his tips straight into her palm. She squeezed him and teased him, spreading his slick possum pre over the ends of his cock, before running a single finger over him, around in brisk gentle circles, and finally into the split between his two heads. They throbbed in unison, and the male sniffed, and tensed right up, hissing and baring his teeth and scratching his claws on the brickwork behind her. She murred at him, and he stared at her, uttering a hungry growl, drooling a little from both maw and cock. His free paw slipped between the girl's thighs, brushing upwards over the possum-girl's trim fur to the hem of her skirt. He lifted it, and slid his paw higher, nice and slow, claws playing over her fur. He paused a moment at the girl's panties, toying with the elastic, before he slipped his nimble claws underneath her silky underwear, the final layer of separation between them, and with a smirk and a murr, he brushed his fingers over the female's sex. Even now the male took things steady, daring to let slip a little growl as he grew acquainted with his partner for the night. Beneath the smooth underwear, he felt the suppleness of her mound, that firm and gentle flesh which he cradled in his paw. Suddenly she sharply sniffed, as she felt the male flick at something sensitive and secret.

"Of course you've got a pierced clit. I bet Darren didn't like that, either."

Huff. "Wouldn't even surprise me if it intimidated him."

"Pussy."

He twitched his sensitive nose, scenting the female's heat, even above the damp brick and the effluent in the canal. His other paw slipped inwards too, underneath her shirt. He rubbed at the pouch on the female's front, feeling her quake a little as her hidden nips warmed to his touch. He pressed his nose to hers, grinning from ear to raggedy ear, before he slipped his fingertips into her pouch and her sex at the same time. Two male paws, teasing two marsupial slits. His paws were gentle, yet incessant, caressing the tomboyish possum's tender flesh. She gasped, tense, not quite trembling on his paws but not far off, as her sex flexed and dripped the first of her feminine juices onto Delph's paw, natural lubricant, her body warming and responding to the attentions of this male. Biting her bottom lip, and smiling, she traced one paw down the male's tough and defined stomach, to the big marsupial cock which was drooling precum all over her. She grasped it. Delph removed his paw from her pouch, and joined her in tackling his not insignificant endowment, both of their paws rubbing and stroking the hard possum-cock. Still clutching the female between her thighs, he took hold of her skirt and panties, sliding both of them part-way down her legs. Now he had a full view and full access to her wet sex, he guided his length towards her sex. He uttered sharp-fanged little grunts, and began to twitch his hips, now giving a growl as he let more of his feral instinct come to the fore.

"Whoa whoa wait, hold on, have you got a.. a..."

Delph paused, unhanded her, and slipped his paw into a trouser pocket, removing a square foil wrapper and grinning.

"Yeah, don't worry, I always come prepared. A night in the Village can get pretty filthy pretty quickly."

Minding his claws, he tore open the wrapper with both paws and retrieved its contents. He held it up to check which way around it went, before placing it over his tips and rolling it down. That paw stayed low, teasing himself and his partner in equal measure, while he placed his other paw on her side, holding her in place. Their eyes met, Delph's stare piercing and hungry. The female possum huffed, tense and apprehensive even as her body warmed to the touch of her fellow marsupial. In anticipation of the two animals fulfilling their mating instincts, the female drooled her nectar, the warm fluid running down the male's cock and trickling over his paw. He growled at that, and her expression dropped in an instant, once she felt the incessant nudge of the opossum's sheathed cock against her outer folds, the reality of what was about to happen dawning on her.

"Wait a minute. I'm not ready."

"You're ready."

Her sex twitched, against Delph's cock, making her moan and stare wide-eyed at the older possum, who simply smirked, knowing, and pressed forward, guiding his aching arousal past her slick folds, past the pierced nub on her entrance, and then finally, past her inner entrance and inside her. She whimpered, and squeezed hard around him, and he paused, a couple of inches inside her, giving her a moment to adjust to his thick penetration, both marsupials huffing their foul breath over one another. And then he sunk deeper, fur bristling on his bare back as he claimed this young female, deeper, ever deeper, until he had buried his sheathed length as deep as he could.

She trembled, marvelling at the warmth and the firmness of this male inside her. And his size... he easily measured alongside the larger of the toys she had used while imagining Darren inside her. The difference was, in those instances, she had controlled the pace and the depth of those penetrations herself. Now she had relinquished that control to this snarling, horny male... she gasped, and even mewled a little, wondering what she had let herself in for. And when her body began to jolt, rocked from muzzle to tail-tip by the dominant male, she had no choice but to close her eyes. It hurt - there was no escaping that. And yet, a warmth spread through her, her body being loaded with endorphins which cut through the pain, to reward her for fulfilling her primal drive to mate. She went tense - every part of her - but this only served to excite the male, who now did not relent with his sharp thrusts. The female held still, a cry of pain building inside her, but Delph noticed and wrapped his dextrous paw around her pointed muzzle. The male curled back his own lip, showing off the full size of his meat-ripping teeth. She understood she had to keep her voice down so as not to arouse suspicion, and she released her cry as a soft whimper, her eyes clenched shut and tears pricking at their corners. Deeper the male sank, her flesh parting just for him. Hyfryd iawn. It was almost a shame that Darren never got to wet his little barb inside this possum. She may never let him, once she'd been ploughed by an animal his size.

A few inches within her, her tunnel split into two, forming an analogue to a bifurcated (and unsheathed) male possum. With his condom, Delph could bury about half of his length within her before the taut latex met her parting wall. A shame they hadn't yet designed possum-shaped protection. It was alright if you were a cat or a dog. Felines had extra-thick condoms which their barbs wouldn't rip, and canids had versions with bulging bases to accommodate their knots. Less common species though - possums for example - had to make do with the standard design. Up to a point.

Delph smirked. Now it was time for him to dictate terms. He withdrew all the way from her tunnel, and both animals murred as he slipped free with a wet slurp. He bucked gently on the pretence of teasing her folds and her little pierced nub, and as she tried and failed to suppress a gasp, he leaned forward and engulfed her maw with his own, locking with her in a snarling tongue-filled kiss, his rotten smoky drool and breath mingling with her own. With his partner distracted, he lowered a single claw to the condom's reservoir, snagging the top of the latex and pulling it until a hole formed. He tugged his claw backwards, carefully as he dared, tearing the condom along its length, and letting his thick bifurcated hard possum-cock spill forth from its sensation-sapping confines and plough straight back into the girl's tunnel in a single motion. The girl broke the kiss and moaned out, oblivious, at that raw animal shaft plunging into her. Now he could fuck the possum, hold her tight, thrust and lubricate her with his own precum, revel in every buck and grind of his large unprotected marsupial cock against her tight inner walls, the depths of which had never been caressed before, by fingers or improvised toys or of course by her boyfriend. Never mind being battered by an animal who, especially by the standards of a young not-quite-so-virgin-anymore possum, was massive. The tatters of the rubber, meanwhile, dangled from Delph's cock-base, devoid of any use.

The girl moaned as softly as she could, none the wiser that the contraception which offered her peace of mind in this clandestine breeding now hung shredded and useless around her new lover's cock. He jabbed harder, making her gasp for air and slide her forepaws behind him and dig her nail-claws into her back.

"Damn it, quit fuckin' around. Give me the whole thing."

The male mrowled with enthusiasm, and gave her what she demanded. Strong marsupial haunches ground against her, the male stirring his virgin's honeypot, and he gripped her sides tighter, searching for the right angle to part around her sex and penetrate her fully with his double cock.

Hold on a minute; he was parting around her inner wall. Filling both halves of her deep tunnel. That meant...

"Oh dear. Feels like the condom split."

He mrrrrowled in pleasure at her sudden and futile clamp. And yet, rather than withdraw, he licked her cheek, his body tense, his fur bristling in dominance, before he unleashed some rapid pounds, rough and deep, his feral instinct now in full control. All teasing and gentle ratcheting had stopped. Now Delph was an animal, and a proud and virile one at that. And for the girl, all the mysticism and sly charm of the male had evaporated. Chemicals flooded her body, hormones of pain and pleasure and fertility throwing her mind into turmoil as the possum's thickness and throbbing and tight locking fit kept her body on tenterhooks and her breath short and her treasure drooling with juice to alleviate some of the rough treatment which the wild male was inflicting on her as he drove himself towards the point of no return which he announced with a tightening of claws and a lick of the lips and a series of sly suppressed snarling grunts which gave way to an elongated, grinning yowl, his muzzle hinged wide like a snake and over four dozen sharp teeth on full display. Their eyes met, and Delph held her chin, licked one of his sharp canines, before he relaxed with a snarl and his big erection throbbed into life, and he pounded her, hard, firing a twin volley of thick and potentially dangerous marsupial cum, deep into the young female, one load for each half of her sex, which rippled and squeezed around the big ejaculating twin-cocked male, clamping tighter than ever and almost completely out of the female's control, welcoming Delph's hot and potent and copious semen. Harder and thicker the opossum sprayed his cum, now gnashing his teeth together and grunting through them, while he spread a heat through her which was deep and glorious and perverse and terrifying all at once, every little drool or drop of his seed increasing the chances of him giving the young female a litter... or something worse.

She closed her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at the male leering at her. All she could do was hold onto his fur, with weak trembling paws, listening to his harsh snarls, feeling his sharp claw-pricks and hot drooling dominant spiteful little neck-bites, and wait for the male to finish depositing every drop of semen that he could deep within her sexes.

"Fuck-ing-hell that was a big one. Even by my standards. Wonder how a load like that'd look sprayed all over you."

As his orgasm trailed away into afterglow, he ground within her sensitive tunnel. Her breath was short and gasping, until the male began a long slow withdrawal which made her squirm and show her teeth. She really wanted to cry out, but she dared not. The soft squelch of hard possum-cock leaving her flesh was music to Delph's ears, and he murred all the time he drew his hard bifurcated possum-cock from her confines. He slipped free, with a final pleasured mrowl, which trailed into a gentle rumble. He rubbed his still fully-hardened cock on the female's crotch fur, marking her with musky marsupial fluid while he caught his breath. He glanced down, seeing himself glisten in the near-blackness from his fluid, and hers, and maybe a little of her blood too - it was difficult to tell in low light. As he softened, still drooling his cum, he pulled the damaged condom off his length, pocketing it, before fastening his trousers shut. The female, meanwhile, still had her eyes closed, and she whispered some inaudible plea or mantra to herself. He scratched her cheeks, chuckling.

"What can I say? You wanted this, and I gave you it. Oh, and don't worry about catching anything off me: I'm clean. Then again, that was a big cumshot. Maybe one day, they'll invent a way for females to control their heat. Not soon enough for you, though."

She blinked open her eyes, her pretty cool-coloured eyes now dampened with tears. Delph lifted her chin, and licked her nose.

"Hey. These things happen. Let's not deny it though: there is still something about 'keeping it in the species'. About that most natural of breedings. Possum-on-possum. Two animals that fit together, paw to glove, split cock to split cunt..."

The girl whimpered, and Delph had to chuckle at the mental image. And the unseen reality it reflected. And although he could not see the damage he had wreaked, he could most definitely feel it. They both could.

"Now here's what's going to happen. You are going to meet me here, at this time, every night this week. You will come alone, and I will do whatever the fuck I want with you. If you don't come alone, or if you try anything clever, I will be straight on the phone to Darren..." He recited her boyfriend's number by heart, to show he wasn't bluffing. "And next time you speak with Loverboy, you can explain to him why you're screwing the local wildlife behind his back. Until tomorrow. Croeso i Gymru."

And with that, the big yet agile possum slipped away, through the canal-side grass and into the night.

By Ziegenbock