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Lolo passed his thumbs between his lips and over his tongue, then drew them up and across the slick, sleek folds of supple skin right here above his face. With a quiet little smack those lips drew across, revealing lovely, glossy pink wrapped within, overlapping folds and wrinkles tugging gently apart to show each of the little points of entrance, the pearly nub of flesh right there nestled at the peak, then further down along there, glistening ropes of natural sticky wetness starting to hang down and jiggle above his face, the puckered wrinkles of the hare's tailhole nestled snug among lovely red fur. She gave a little twitch and clench, both points tightening and pulling together, then relaxing down again - and Lolo lifted his head and pressed his lips to hers there, letting the slickness seep down along his tongue and spread over his maw.

Atop him Melody jumped and shivered, instinctively pressing her lower body back down against him. "Ah!-" she breathed, the tail end of the noise trickling off into a sigh. "Lolo! That's - ticklish-"

So he gladly continued, flicking his tongue down between those folds toward her clit, then letting his lips follow. Gently he started to suckle there, able to feel the way she shivered and squeezed against him, the natural reactions and wants of her body moving before she could do anything about them. He swallowed again, mouth already coated in her taste and slickness, then slid his tongue out and let it drag down between her lips, briefly pressing it up and into her before flicking out past her tailhole.

"Are you sure you want me to-?"

"Yeah," he replied, spreading his own legs and lifting his hips up towards her muzzle as well. Each time she exhaled, her warm breath tickled sweetly across his own sex and made him tingle, wanting it even more. It was so, so hard not to reach down with one paw, to spread himself around his fingers and then plunge them up into himself, to circle and squeeze and rub at his own clit until he lost control of his already overfull bladder and sprayed it all out across Melody's muzzle, the mattress on which the two lay, and then very likely the floor underneath as well as the wall opposite. That was what happened last time, at least. "I know you prepped enough. I bet if I... keep on..."

"If you - hey - you're gonna-"

Again she shivered and shuddered, reflexes forcing her to squeeze her legs down around his head; then a moment later the hare gasped, jerked, and then bucked down against him, and he blinked and spluttered at the first spray of hot, musky salt that jetted out across his lower lip and chin. Immediately the scent curled around him as well, that dry, high odor of fresh piss seeping in through his fur and trickling into his nostrils; he purred softly, licked his lips, tasted a little bit of it there, then once more spread her sex over him, deliberately angling her stream down across his neck and chest.

Melody adjusted her posture to accommodate, tilting her hips down and then back up to more fully soak Lolo underneath her before she, too, lowered her muzzle down to begin nuzzling, licking, sucking gently at him. He lifted his head up, swallowed again, let his tongue flick right across the source of her stream, and then once more closed his lips around hers.

The pace of her mark quite quickly filled his mouth, the scent and steam pouring out from his nose and leaving a little tingle there in the back of his throat. Lolo closed his eyes and swallowed, loving the natural shiver that echoed through his body as that slick heat dripped down his throat and into his belly, then swallowed again, and again; he dragged his tongue up across her again, then spread his legs a little further, pressed down against the bed, lifted up, took in a breath, tightened - and felt his own release come after a short pause, the familiar warm relief trickling out and down his loins.

His, too, strengthened into a fuller stream, arcing up at an angle and splashing back down between his legs. Melody sighed against him, now able to continue on her own, and freely pushed herself down against him to keep his lips locked around the source while she, too, went in, tongue flicking back and forth around his sex, curling about his clit, making his stream sputter and spray and split.

Then her mouth went down around him, and she continued sucking at him even as he filled her muzzle, and Lolo couldn't help but lift up against her and push even harder. It was hard to find the space in between gulps to breathe, but he still did so, tongue slurping up along piss-slickened flesh as it continued. That heat continued to spread down through his throat and fill his belly at the same pace at which he emptied his own bladder, Melody making quiet a mess of his mark for the way it spilled from the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin, soaking right back into his own fur to join where her scent had made its progress on him.

He slid his thumbs up in between his lips and her body, spreading her further so that that mark continued out unimpeded. It nearly stung his tongue as she continued to drain into his waiting maw, the heat and force of it splashing back up against his cheeks and the roof of his mouth; as he felt her start to slow, though, he similarly slowed the pace of his gulping and instead just let her fill him up, cheeks gradually ballooning out with the volume.

Lolo himself still had a bit more to give, though, and drew back away from Melody to receive the last few drips and dribbles across his chin and neck. He shifted his hips side to side while his stream also dwindled to a finish, mouth still full to brimming with her piss, and waited for her to roll off of him; she wiped at her mouth, sighed softly, swallowed again, then turned to say something to him - and stopped when she saw his filled cheeks.

So Lolo smirked, breathed a little laugh still scented of piss, and leaned in towards her muzzle. Melody straightened up, rolled her eyes, then leaned in as well.

Forth

"How's that?"

"Good. That's... good... ah..."

The small, slim pine marten wriggled gently where they lay beneath Rahman's touch, broad hands pressing and working the mammal's fur and flesh like soft dough. Thumbs coming in along the curves of their shoulder blades, then fingers wrapping gently down along the lines of their ribs along their sides; then a little adjustment to the angle further down, tapping at the clear angles of their hips and waist, then back in towards where the root of their spine blossomed out into the sleek tail. The naga let his thumbs dance there for a moment, rubbing at the base, teasing at curling under, then continued up again.

"You've been pushing yourself too hard."

Scotia turned their head to the side, cool blue eyes half-lidded under the relaxation. "You think so?"

"I know so." Above them the naga bore down against their shoulders enough, firm enough this time to make the cushioned table creak - and at the same time he let a section of his lower body brush up against the marten's, deliberately letting his client here feel him. "You need to take more time to relax, and let loose."

"Got any - ah - suggestions for that?"

To that he smirked, slitted nostrils flaring in a puff of an amused laugh. Once more Rahman continued down this streamlined body, freely feeling the lines of bones and muscle tucked beneath layers of skin and fur, and now let his thumbs slip down amid Scotia's plump, plush rump. The marten pulled in a soft breath, licked their lips, and rolled their head over to the other side, reflexively lifting up and pushing back into that more intimate touch; Rahman leaned back, head angling to the side along his serpentine neck, and spread the sleek steel-blue fur and soft heft there.

"I've got something in mind," the naga purred, now rolling himself a little more fully over the table. Scotia rumbled in response and pushed themselves back, legs reaching to find the serpent's body, wrapping around him, tugging back a bit. "It might take some practice, though."

Now the marten lifted their chin up onto their paws, elbows resting on the pillow. "Well, hey..." They lifted and flicked their tail. "Only way to get better at something is to do it, right?"

"Right." Once more the table creaked. Rahman braced one hand along Scotia's shoulder and the other at the head of the cushioning. "You're learning."

"Did you ever doubt me?"

"No. Not particularly. But for this?" That hand went down again, fingers slipping smoothly around one of his two shafts, slick turquoise-blue flesh protruding from the humid, wrinkled depths of his genital slit. The two had been quietly teasing each other back and forth for the duration of the session, ever since Scotia had arrived and stripped out of their clothing, taking perhaps a few seconds too long at caressing their own little breasts and sheath. "Perhaps a little bit."

"Oh, come on. Give me... at least a little bit... of..."

"Of what?" Sharp, concentrated heat tickled around the tapered tip of one of his lengths, the other brushing up across the marten's plush rump. Rahman gave a little thrust and grind forward, intentionally letting his underside drag across the mammal's puckered tailhole to leave a streak of sticky, glistening slickness there - and he earned a twitch and clench in response, muscular rim pursing against him, holding there for a moment, then retreating back. "Come on. Use your words."

"A bit... of..."

There was the quiet sound of claws prickling in through the surface of the cushioned fabric, soon followed by another intake of breath, a swallow, a sigh... and then a soft moan from both of them as that tip started to sink its way in, pressing rather easily through that same rim. Tight wet warmth blossomed all around the naga the deeper he buried himself inside the much smaller marten, gently working his hips back and forth to ease himself into them.

Bit by bit Scotia continued to relax, the rest of their body sinking down against the cushioning just as Rahman sank up into them. Still they lifted their rump up and back, eagerly reciprocating the little motions and twitches; one of the naga's hands slid down their side, still feeling at the lines of bone and muscle, unable to keep himself from touching and feeling and rubbing and pressing, and then gripped at their waist to tug them back again.

Then that hand continued forward, and around, and down a bit. Scotia shivered, squeezed around the naga, lifted their head and let out a little breathy moan, and jerked forward into those fingers as they searched between their thighs, now feeling over their pert sheath. A gentle touch and squeeze there, a light pinch to pull the sleek, supple skin up around their already halfway-revealed tip; there Rahman held for a moment, just rubbing that skin back and forth and over itself, before he released his grip and continued down, dragging the rim down with him. Then he spread his fingers down across Scotia's sack, easily encompassing their balls there in his palm while his thumb remained hooked around the back of their sheath and stirring arousal, twitching and throbbing against the marten's belly in rhythm with their clenching around the base of his shaft.

So he started to slowly, gentle pull back, the relief of the pressure spreading out through Scotia's body... then braced himself against the table to bury himself once more, his other shaft pressing up across the marten's rear near the base of his tail and leaving a thin streak of glistening wetness across the fur there. On and on he went, the sweet pleasure spreading throughout his loins and making him dribble out across that lovely blue fur as well as within Scotia's rump; then he sighed, settled into place, and cleared his throat, giving a few throbs for good measure. Scotia moaned gently and clenched back in turn.

"There," Rahman rumbled, once more returning his hands to their shoulders. "That's one done. Let's take a little breather, and then... we can see about the other."

Scotia managed to lift up a little bit, then hissed with sweet sensation as the naga's shaft throbbed again inside of them. "Is this how - you treat all your clients?"

"No. But most of them don't ask for a _spine straightening_like you did."

"Consider me a - ah - repeat customer, at this rate."

JustAnotherFurryFan

He rolled his eyes up into his head and moaned around the slickness of the hard cock twitching between his lips, the sleek, tapered surface of it pressing up against the roof of his mouth, the natural wetness of it dripping down the sides of his lips and trailing along his fur. He shivered, swallowed, felt that rich, heavy taste of familiar musk trickle down his throat, and dove down further along it - yet found that no matter how far he went, it remained at the same spot between his lips and in his mouth.

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So instead he tried to pull back to lick and suckle at the tip, yet found that for some reason he couldn't do this either: it wasn't that his tongue didn't respond, but more that he just couldn't feel it there. Really, though, that was alright, since as long as he kept this twitching shaft in his mouth he didn't care about anything else. The way the heat simmered up through the back of his throat and into his nose, how he felt it dribbling out into the base of his mouth, the repeated twitches and throbs; it pushed further into the back of his throat, then further again, then further again, and-

_ _

And he jerked awake, hacking and choking, panicking at the strange lump that blocked off the back of his throat. A wave of dizziness flooded over the wolf and made it that much harder to climb his way out of bed, to the point where his naked hip thumped against the nightstand on the way out, and then his shoulder on the wall when he stumbled into the bathroom: he bent over the sink and coughed, and spluttered, and spat, and coughed again. Thick, stringy strands of white dumped out from between his lips upon that lump coming free, a silken, shimmering pink length of what looked like rubbery taffy looping free from where it had caught in the back of his throat. The wolf frowned, tried to swallow, felt that slimy stickiness coating the back of his throat and halfway in his belly, and - coughed, lurched, bucked again, and felt another mouthful of the stuff come up and then dribble free, spattering the interior of the sink.

Milky, liquid white, faintly frothy, consistency somewhat like molten glue, it dripped down and pooled there around the drain before rolling slowly in. Head starting to clear from his dream, though his body still showed its proper response and made him stand at a bit of an angle to the sink. One thing he did notice, though, while wiping the back of his paw across his still dribbling mouth, was that each time his own morning wood throbbed, so too did this wad of what was apparently flesh hanging down and out of his mouth.

He crossed his eyes down to look at it, then peered up at the mirror; he lifted his head, turned to one side, turned to the other, swallowed again, felt it squirm and shiver. The wolf tried to lift his tongue up underneath it, but just like in his dream he felt that he simply couldn't.Some kind of parasite or something, then? Something I ate numbing me? Did I get a goddamn infection again? So he reached up, swallowed again, brushed a fingerpad along the smooth, sleek surface, pinched it between his forefinger and thumb, squeezed... and then had to grasp the edge of the sink with his other paw for the wave of pleasure that pulsed up through the strange member, as well as his own, and made his hips thrust forward into the cool morning air.

Wide-eyed, the wolf straightened up and looked at himself in the mirror again, then down to his own arousal still twitching between his legs. Then up into the mirror at this length of flesh, and down at the streaking trails of white still working on rolling down into the drain; then he turned his head the other way, briefly recoiled at the way the thing moved and coiled up at the end, then touched it again, ran his fingers along the length, wrapped his paw in place, squeezed, stroked.

His breath tightened, his heart thumped in his chest, and the very same sensations and irresistible feelings throbbing through his loins also echoed here at the root of what certainly felt like his tongue. He swallowed again, panting and shivering softly, then let his paw slip free from around it: it twitched and throbbed and swung there in the open air, still in the same rhythm as his own hard cock pointing out alongside the sink. Taking a moment to catch his breath, the wolf watched for a moment, tempted to keep on going - this had to be another dream - but then realized: that tincture he had ordered a few weeks ago, the one that had come in just yesterday after work... the excited beating of his heart turned to anticipation and anxiety, and in another moment he was on his knees by the trash can digging through paper cups and floss, bits of paper towels and trimmed fur.

Surprisingly far in, as the weight of the glass likely dragged it down, he found the bottle and pulled it back out. At least the label had been professionally printed, even if the text on it was a bit smudged and illegible in places: the wolf thumbed through it, squinting where he knelt, keeping himself up a bit so that his balls didn't brush against the cold tile of the floor.

Serpentine serum, it said, with quite a graphic illustration on the front. Just looking at it was enough to make him throb again, this meat between his lips pulsing as well and briefly obscuring the text under that same sticky spray. He wiped it away and flipped it over; the research he had done on the website beforehand had led him to believe this should have changed his "equipment" into that of a snake's, given the picture on the front, so then why had...

There in text darkened by whatever ink they had used to print it, at the bottom of the back label: for topical use only. Do not ingest. May cause physical abnormalities.

The wolf swallowed again, reaching up to touch at what had once been his tongue. Some distant part of him thought, through the surprise and slight panic: well, snakes do have two dicks, don't they?

thewonderingcanine

The wolf hoisted the chunk of cheese up along his shoulders, trying not to grind his jaws too firmly together again underneath the weight of the massive thing. He felt his legs shudder underneath him and noticed his tail stick straight out in an unconscious attempt to help balance the load; after a moment of straining with it he swung to one side, then the other, and then back again like some kind of cartoon character, and just barely managed to catch himself from smacking into the wall by scrabbling his footpaws along the polished stone underneath him. It wasn't that it was a particularly _large_piece of cheese this time, though.

In fact, as far as cheese went, it was fairly small. It was just that the wolf was, too. If the family living in this house had yet noticed his presence, scampering out when nobody was home and in between meals to fetch insignificant portions from them that were, to him, a day's full meal, they hadn't done anything against him. He had thought about preparing some kind of thank-you gift in return, something to benefit them even if they didn't notice that part of it, either. Maybe he could help clean up the countertops, or whisk away any dust and debris - collecting crumbs could provide a hell of a good snack, he'd discovered - or maybe... maybe...

The tiny wolf thought about it as he hefted one leg up over the rim of the spice rack with the other soon to follow. Then a crouch, a quick adjustment of his posture, and he leapt up on top of the jar of caraway; then from there to the steak seasoning, a much taller, plastic bottle that wobbled underneath him; then there into the hanging lip of the cupboard overhead, the one that never quite completely closed. Unknown to the residing family, that had been his doing. He had heard them talk about getting it fixed before, but yet again had not yet made a move on that. With care he pushed the chunk of cheese, parmesan it smelled like, up into the gap and then briefly scrabbled at tugging himself up as well. Then from there it was an easy trip through the gap to the vanity light that no longer worked, where he had to strive to keep his footing while half-crouched, half-squatting down so as not to knock his head on the underside of the smoke hood.

This was always the most precarious part, mainly for the way it crossed over the stove itself. Today the family had left a pot of soup, and while it currently steamed, it wasn't actively bubbling - and, God, the wolf thought as he crossed into the path, how good it smells! Maybe I oughtta hang around here, see if I can scoop up any dribbles and drops they miss, and-

He froze in place. There was a sound from the other side of the kitchen, the tik-tik-tik of trimmed toeclaws across smooth tile. Then a bark of laughter and a quick voice calling out, and a shadow crossed the kitchen threshold. The tiny wolf clutched onto the cheese for balance, suddenly remembered that it was not attached to anything, felt the bulb shift underneath him -

And then he fell. Warm air and pleasant scent rushed up around him; he swung around, saw the approaching surface of the soup, angled himself to miss the pot, thought about it, tried to turn back the other way with the quick thought that he would rather plunge into that then smack against the surface of the stove, and... then, he landed.

And it was certainly hot, but not blisteringly so. He plunged deep into the liquid, thicker than it looked, strewn through with chunks, bits, globs, clumps, and all other sorts of things. Cheese lost, at least he might be able to hang out here until the family disappeared again, and then he could salvage something or other from the pot; he pushed himself in one direction, figuring that if this was an enclosed space he would _eventually_find its border, then kicked again, and again, the consistency of the stuff damping yet not entirely muting the conversation that had continued on into the kitchen.

Then, just as suddenly as he had fallen, he felt the world swing around from underneath him again. The heat of freshly made soup started to give way to the chill of air moving around him, or rather him moving in air; the wolf felt himself pressed back into the bowl of a spoon, and turned himself over along the smooth metal just in time to see the culprit. Another wolf, this one regular sized, had scooped up a spoonful of soup and now lifted it to their mouth... while their eyes looked somewhere else. They laughed again, blasting the smaller wolf with hot breath and voice, then straightened up, half-turned, held him delicately there -

-and closed the spoon in their maw. Light turned to dark, chill simmered away into heat. There was the clack of deadly sharp fangs biting in around the metal handle of the spoon, the odd twisting sensation of the thick, muscular tongue lifting up from underneath, then the soft firmness of the roof of the mouth pushing against his body; then the spoon swept out from underneath him and dropped him down against that tongue, arms and legs settling out over plush, velvety flesh, smooth and slick and slightly sticky, the rest of the broth pooling out and away from his body.

It swung and it pulsed around him, the larger wolf tasting the liquid and the visitor, pressing him against the roof of their mouth, pulling him back down, squishing him up against the rounded, ridged sides of their fangs. Walls of meat and cords of muscle squished, slopped, slurped all around him, bubbles of caught air popping within sticky saliva coursing across his confinement as well as his body, drool quickly soaking through his fur to replace the darker broth that had been there. Surprised and panicked he managed to turn himself around, tried to pull his way forward across the smooth, broad tongue, but found no purchase there.

Then it hoisted up underneath him, pressed him against the roof of the mouth... then jerked again, now into the back of the throat. Another pulse of muscle, this one spreading out around his entire being and, for a moment, wedging him deep within the mushy, squishing mass of saliva-slickened flesh, and - then it all pressed down on him from above, and once more the darkness and humid heat squeezed in around him. The world around him vibrated as the unknowing larger wolf said something.

And he hadn't even gotten his cheese.

Lomidepuzlo

Mira's eyes danced from the wall above, to the window at the other side of the room, to the ceiling fan where it spun overhead; then to one of the columns of the bed's headboard, then the pillow, then the little indent where Lolo's head rested; then the Lo'Chi's shoulder, and the lines of his neck, and the smooth, soft curves of his upper chest and belly, but never, _never_directly at his short muzzle or into his eyes. Embarrassment flooded through her, high and hot and twitchy, and each time she held still for longer than two seconds she thought that her body would burst like a shorted lightbulb.

"Come on," she pleaded, the note of playful whining underlining her voice just driving her further into that humiliation. She hated to admit it, and in fact wouldn't admit it to anyone other than the deepest part of herself, but she did indeed love the situation: the greatest motivation for holding still where she straddled Lolo's lower body was that each time she shifted, her arousal left another smear of warm slickness across his smooth skin. She could feel his erection twitching there underneath her tail, lifting up and poking against her now and again, making her gasp and squirm and clench where she sat. "It's getting bad, Lolo."

"Yeah?" He smirked up at her, gentle amusement clear in his smile. His hands came up from where they circled at her thighs, danced dangerously close to the burning center of her arousal - she twitched and shuddered atop him, both deeply desiring that touch and yet dreading it, in a way - and then continued along towards the gentle arc of her belly. He circled his thumbs around there, coming up alongside her belly button, curving down along the lines of her hips, running gently in over the smooth patch of darker pubic hair there just above... "How bad?"

"Bad like-"

...and then he pressed in there, gently at first but quickly gaining in pressure. Mira felt her back straighten atop him, tail lashing behind her; she rocked forward, gritted her teeth, and couldn't help but squeeze tightly down - and felt a squirt empty out across the dragon's belly and chest, pale yellow across bright blue.

For a moment their eyes met, Mira horrified yet still deeply turned on, Lolo amused, interested, still grinding up against her, still rubbing in against her bladder. The pressure lightened as he circled out towards her hips, then grew again when he came back in towards the center; he leaned in a little bit, pressed a bit more firmly, pushed in, then continued there.

Mira tried her best to hold herself back, knees squeezing in alongside his body, tail flicking, ears flattening against her head, but between the desperation of being put off from it for so long combined with both the tension of stripping down naked like this in the presence of someone else for the first time, along with how she could feel his desire right there underneath her tail, along with how he teased her right here towards the edge - there was just nothing she could do.

The sensation, the urgency, the shiver vibrated up from the depths of her loins and reverberated along her spine first, then all her limbs, and then culminated in her teeth chattering together. She jerked on top of him, squeezed, tightened again, and then - squirted again, and again, and again in rhythm with the circles of his thumbs there in against her overfull bladder, until these individual sprays tightened into smooth, full stream, the irresistible relief spreading its warmth through her body certainly as much as it did his own. At the first touch of her fresh piss against his belly, quickly pooling there and then streaming down his sides in small smooth rivers, he let out a low sigh, swallowed, and lifted up against her again, as though deliberately trying to get the liquid to spread out across him.

Mortified, Mira brought her hands up to cover her mouth and her blush, yet at this point she was far beyond being able to stop herself. Still Lolo pressed in against her, her piss streaming out along his lower belly and chest, breaking into little squirts and sprays at the slight movements from each of them: humid heat puddled down along her knees where she straddled him, soaking quickly into the material of the bedsheets and mattress underneath, then washing back along her own skin as well.

It was warm, it was wet, it was a little bit slick and seemed to leave its mark on her where it touched, and the scent wafted gently up around her, completely wrapping the two of them in the high, dry, slightly spiced ammonia touch of fresh piss. Mira pressed her hands against the bed - which resulted in them dragging the pools in around her fingers - and lifted up, moistened skin briefly sticking to Lolo's before she managed to pull herself up: she glanced down, as much to see what was going on as to hide the blush that felt like it might burn her cheeks. Fresh, light yellow coursed down out of her, her body continuing to release of its own accord even now that Lolo had drawn his hands away: he had returned to holding her thighs, his own arousal twitching and throbbing in view underneath her as her piss spread down around the base of his cock and trailed along his balls.

The longer she went, the more he seemed to enjoy it - so, still shy, still unsure, Mira angled herself back a bit and put a little bit of pressure behind the action, now deliberately emptying out along his underside. Immediately Lolo shivered and pushed his head back into the pillow, the enjoyment shuddering out throughout his body; when he twitched she could feel his shaft lift up against her lips, causing the fresh stream to spray out against her inner thighs and then release again when he lowered down. On and on they both went, her embarrassment seeming to just continually mount throughout it until her legs shook and her body shivered, and she settled herself down on top of him again - this time with his hard shaft resting right between her thighs, so that the heat of both his body as well as her own piss emanated up against her.

He smirked again. "And you said it was bad."