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Another Saturday night fell in Dallas. I drove South down I-35 out of the city core listening absently to the radio, my mind elsewhere, on what was to come. Getting off at the zoo's exit I glanced at the huge giraffe statue that stood out front, its long tongue lewdly stretched toward the sky, and shook my head. So few could appreciate the image of eroticism it presented. However, I wasn't going to the now closed zoo, perhaps tomorrow if tonight worked out; no, instead I went straight down South Marsalis Avenue for another mile and, passing through the narrow gap in the concrete barriers there, entered Moreytown.

I understood the cruel irony of placing Moreytown behind the zoo, as if by extension, but few humans knew the perverse pride the moreaus took in that irony. The moreys were animals, genetically modified, and given bipedal form to serve as soldiers in our petty wars. Those wars were over but the moreys remained as an example of our hubris. We couldn't bring ourselves to destroy them so we had to welcome them into our societies, though not as equals...one would think we would have learned by now.

Southeast Dallas hadn't changed much from before. Always a rough place, people like me lived here before the moreaus came, but we weren't the oppressed now, at least not as much, and lived elsewhere, yet the area's character remained; the all-encompassing concrete walls were a nice touch though. No, this wasn't the type of place to drive an expensive sports coup at night with your windows down, especially if you're human. Still, I felt oddly comfortable here and drove slowly down the residential streets. Dallas had managed to avoid most of the crap that had gone down back in '53 and consequently our local moreau community was considerably more 'accessible' than most, a fact that chapped the feds to no end, but specieism was still rampant and police presence was strong. I grinned ruefully. It had taken fifty years to get this far and probably take a hundred more plus a civil war to get any farther knowing our history; Constitutional guarantees not withstanding.

Ignoring the occasional hard stare from moreau and cop alike I scanned the sidewalks and street corners; knowing what I was looking for, it wasn't long before I spotted a pair of moreaus standing by a stop sign. I pulled the car up beside them and called out of the passenger window. The two regarded me coolly, the taller one (a rat, maybe all of a hundred and fifty centimeters) took in the lines of my car then shifted its gaze further down the street. That was fine because my interest lay with the smaller figure. The mouse, a great rarity indeed, counted perhaps one-twenty cents tall; the glow of the street lamp above them made it difficult to gauge her height, but her trim lines were clear.

Most humans couldn't tell the sex of a moreau at first glance since the females lacked prominent breasts, and moreys normally relied on their noses for such determinations, but I had an eye for these things. Of course, her clothing made both her gender and career plain for all to see. Moreys generally didn't wear much in the way of clothes; just enough for modesty's sake, but apparently that didn't apply in her line of work. I guess it was a requirement for prostitutes to wear the same type of clothing; a uniform if you will. The lime green halter and pink vinyl miniskirt seemed standard issue, modified to suit her morphed physiology of course, allowing an ample view of her digitigrade legs. The tacky faux pearls and overabundance of perfume also matched the hooker m.o.; a little pink handbag slung across one shoulder finished the image but I felt the fake eyelashes a bit much.

We locked eyes and I motioned to her. She gave her companion a questioning glance, eliciting a bored shrug from the rat, and sauntered over.

"Are you waiting for a ride mousie?" I asked with my best smile.

She threw back what might have passed for a grin on a human face. "Sorry pinky I don't accept rides from skinjobs," she answered with a pronounced lisp.

"I can make it worth your while," flashing a thick roll of hundreds, "and maybe you could try something different."

"What are we talking here?" She eyed the cash hungrily; in this age of credit and electronic IDs hard cash in this amount was rare and very prized by those ignored by the PTB. Besides, I had more in my hand than she'd pull in a month and she knew it.

"Once around the block, nothing special, and perhaps a little more if you like the view."

She glanced back at her partner but the rat was occupied discussing 'business' with a pair of rabbits. Looking back to the money in my hand, I could tell she was wavering.

"Two hundred up front plus another two for anything else," she suddenly said.

"Hmm, pretty steep...you must be that good huh?"

"I'm the best pinky," she lied.

I decided to call her bluff. "Alright," I answered, and she blinked in surprise. "In fact we'll make it four hundred upfront, since you're the best. Get in."

She was at a total loss, and the look on her face alone was priceless. I was convinced for a second she would bolt, but to my surprise she quickly recovered, opened the car door, and tucking her long tail beneath her narrow rump slipped inside. She studiously avoided the gawking stares of the other three moreaus on the corner as we pulled in to the intersection and hung a left.

I maneuvered us out of Moreytown and hopped back on the freeway headed for downtown. She sat quietly for a few minutes then asked, "Where we going pinky?" Though she sounded confident, I could tell she was more than a bit nervous.

"You don't have to call me that my dear, my names Andrew, or Andy if you wish," I replied with a smile.

"Whatever pinky," she said rolling her eyes, "where are we going?"

I kept my smile, "Not far, my condo is downtown." That didn't seem to calm her any, but she hid it well.

"Can't we just do this here?"

"No," I stated flatly as my expression hardened, "I'm paying for the best and the best is what I intend to get." She looked away sheepishly. "Now I could turn around, take you back, and you'll get nothing, or you can be patient, play along, and make some very good money." My smile returned, "Anyway a bed is far more comfortable than my nonexistent backseat."

"I was just asking," she said petulantly.

God she was adorable; tonight was going to be fun. "So what's your name?"

She fidgeted a bit before replying, "Tammy." I gazed at her softly and grinned. 'Tammy' huh, she was young, Honduran, probably third generation, and here she was with no accent and a name like Tammy. Her son would probably sound like a native, own a cowboy hat bigger than his own body, and have a name like Jeb or Trey; my grin widened as I mused that it could only happen in Texas.

Her expression darkened as she mistook my grin for something else, "Why you got that shit eating grin pinky, there something wrong with my name?"

"No, not at all, its a very pretty name, just right for such a pretty girl." Sure, it sounded corny and she rolled her eyes before looking away again, but I noted how the bare tip of her tail reddened at the compliment and knew I'd struck a chord. I began giving her little compliments and sly smiles, trying to calm her nerves and hopefully make her somewhat comfortable. Traffic through the West End was surprisingly light and just as my patter finally elicited a genuine smile, such as it was, from my mouse companion we were turning into the parking garage of my condo tower and her apprehension returned. I pulled into my parking spot and shut the car off. Ever the gentleman I hopped out, strode around the vehicle, opened her door, and offered her my hand. Tammy looked up at me as if I'd grown a second head before eventually, with an odd little smile and a shake of her head, placing a tiny furless hand in mine and allowing me to help her out of the car. At nearly two meters, I dwarfed the little rodent and realized I'd over estimated her height by a good ten centimeters. She gained an expression of doubt that mixed with the agitation I knew she already felt; perhaps she was going to run after all. Once again, she surprised me. A look of resolve, or maybe resignation, settled over her features and she began gently pulling me toward the nearby elevator. With a bemused grin, I followed, and we rode it up.

The security at my place was good. All the entrances and exits led to a narrow, tastefully decorated lobby, and camera monitoring was tight. Office space, mostly legal, made up the lower floors but the top six were residential including mine on the eighteenth. The security guard nodded in greeting as we swept past his station. Benson was a good man. Like me, he was black, though of definitely purer blood, but it was far more than our shared racial heritage that made us brothers of a sort. I'd known him since back in...well, a long time, so his reaction was predictable when, as he caught sight of the little moreau, he shook his head slowly with an arched eyebrow. Looking back over my shoulder, I smiled at him and shrugged. For her part, Tammy stuck close to my side and pretended to ignore him. I guided her to the express elevator at the lobby's far end and entered my key code on the pad. The ride up was quite and fast.

My condo took up the northern half of the floor and connected to my southern neighbor by a short corridor along the western side of the building. The elevator's rear doors deposited us there and I led Tammy to my sometime abode. Walking through the door led to a short entryway bounded by a glass brick wall on the right and a bank of floor to ceiling windows that wrapped around the entire building to the left. The entry opened into an expansive living space in which the decor was out of date by nearly a century. I had a penchant for wood, leather, and Frank Lloyd Wright and set the place up in an eclectic mix of craftsman and art deco styles, which could be a little overwhelming at times. For Tammy it must have seemed palatial. She gazed about wide eyed as I deposited her on the couch and, using voice commands to lower the lights, put on some Coltrane.

I walked into the kitchen, a postmodern stainless steel monstrosity thoroughly out of place, and asked, "Would you like some wine?"

She seemed oblivious, still trying to grok her current surroundings.

"Tammy," I called a bit louder, finally gaining her attention, "would you like some wine?"

She looked lost for a moment before replying, "You have any beer?"

"Sure." I grabbed a pair of Shiners from the fridge, silently bemoaning the long ago switch from glass bottles to these crappy plastic bulbs, and headed for the couch. As I approached, I finally got a good look at the moreau I'd brought home. Tammy's features were more delicate compared to her rat kin with a fine pointed muzzle, long whiskers, small backswept round ears, and large deep black eyes. Her body was slight with narrow hips and shoulders all covered by dirty brown fur and I could just make out two pairs of little pale pink nipples peeking through the thin fur of her bare midriff. As with most moreaus, she wore no shoes and four small-clawed toes graced each of her furless pink rodent feet with a fifth further up the inside of their length. In all she was quite a picture, I'd called her pretty earlier and meant it, most humans would not have agreed...but she was attractive in her mousey way. I realized just how young she was, maybe twelve or thirteen, but no older than fifteen. Not that that made me a pedophile or even feel guilty, Tammy was an adult by morey standards, but still...knowing my luck some moralist would try to tag me for giving alcohol to a minor. It all made sense though: the older partner, the impulsiveness, the anxiety. Handing her a bulb I took a seat beside her all the while wondering how many tricks she'd actually turned.

Tammy popped the top on her beer and took a deep swig; something a pro would never do, further confirming my suspicions. I was going have to take it easy on her. She downed the beer in record time and asked for another, I obliged. Considering her mass, she'd trash herself quickly at this rate; perhaps that was her goal.

I watched as she tore into her second beer and asked gently, "Tammy, are you frightened?" She stopped drinking and looked down at her lap for a moment before giving a small nod.

"How many times have you done this?"

"Twice," she whispered.

Crap. I took a pull off my Shiner and sighed. "Come on," I said putting down my beer and pulling her up while rising to my feet, "you're going home."

"What?"

"You're done, I'm taking you back."

"I...I can't go back," she cried with rising panic, "we haven't..."

"Don't worry I won't leave you hanging," I gave a short laugh, smiling, and pulling out my cash. "You had the gumption to come here in the first place, I figure you've earned your due, will two-hundred be okay?"

"No!" she shouted before looking away and wrapping her arms around herself. After a moment, she continued softly. "I want to stay...I want to do this. Please Andy."

I stared at her and sighed once more. Tammy looked up at me and gazing into her eyes, I felt uncomfortable with what I saw there, I'd seen that look before...in another set of eyes. I could ask her why, but I had a good idea what she'd say. Brushing the back of my hand across her cheek, I asked, "Are you really sure?"

My body tensed as she whispered, "Yes." Damn. I wanted to slap some kind sense into her. Take her by the shoulders and shake these silly delusions out of her. Tell her she was way out of her depth. Instead, I gently removed her little handbag, then scooped her up in my arms and strode into the bedroom.

I threw her on to the bed. It was a simple affair. One of those overpriced adjustable types, big enough for me and a couple of bears if I ever wanted to go that far, with a simple craftsman headboard and no footboard. She landed with a bounce and a squeak then looked on in stunned silence as I started undressing. As I removed my shirt, I saw her eyes go wide. I ignored her reaction, tossed my shirt on the floor, and pulled the pistol from its holster; as if I'd drive into Moreytown unarmed. It was a classic M1911 Commander, Wilson Combat CQB, a gift from my father, thirty years old and it still ran like a sewing machine. I wiped the safety off with an audible snick and gently lowered the hammer. She watched warily as I walked to the head of the bed, stuck the weapon under the left pillow, and once more pulled the roll of hundreds from my pocket. Peeling off four bills, I held them up for her to see and made a show of placing them on the nightstand. Going around to the other side, I placed the roll on the right nightstand then shrugged out my undershirt and sat on the bed. I felt her crawl towards me while I bent to remove my boots; she stopped just behind me then ran her hands across my back with a feathery touch when I straightened up. I'd kept myself in excellent shape over time, hardly showing my forty plus years; I let her explore. Tammy's small hands moved slowly, picking out the muscles of my back one by one before pressing her body against mine and running her hands up my arms. She repeated her motions, sliding her hands down my chest and abs while the soft fur on her arms caressed my sides. I allowed her to continue for a minute or so, enjoying the warmth of her body before standing up suddenly. Unbuttoning my trousers, I bent over in front of her while lowering and stepping out of them. Straitening I turned about and hooked my fingers in the band of my boxers to remove them when she stopped me.

"Let me...please?" she implored.

Christ, she was positively delectable. She may have lacked experience, but she'd quickly discovered which of my buttons to push. I placed my hands behind my head and let her have her way. She stood up in front of me, grasped my boxers at either side, and then slowly squat, pulling them down to my ankles. The moreau avoided looking at what she was uncovering, instead focusing on the floor as I stepped out of the underwear, which she then discarded with a careless toss, as I had the rest of my clothing. As she rose, she let her hands slide up the outside of my calves and strong thighs, all the while keeping her eyes downcast until seating herself on the edge of the bed. Only then did she look up to admire her handiwork. Once again, her eyes widened and I heard her gasp, though given her anxiety in the parking garage, I felt she'd already known what she was going to find. Though still flaccid, my penis was a good eighteen centimeters, when erect it would be near twenty-four and very thick. I read the doubt on Tammys face but was unmoved; she'd had her chance to back out. For a good minute she simply stared at the large organ before, her tail tip reddening in embarrassment, she reached out and gently hefted it with one small hand. My cock jumped lightly at her touch and began to stiffen slowly. She looked up at me nervously but seeing me nod and smile reassuringly, relaxed a little and returned to exploring this newfound oddity. Pink nose twitching furiously she leaned in, examining my entire crotch by eye and scent, her whiskers brushing my thighs and hanging scrotum. Her actions elicited an approving groan on my part and I could sense her confidence build. Tammy wrapped what she could of her hand around my stiffening cock just behind the circumcised head and with her other hand grasped the narrower base and began stroking slowly. She put her whole body into the action, rocking gently back and forth, while alternately rubbing the head along either furred cheek. The sensation was exquisite, bringing me to full hardness much quicker than usual. She kept up the action for a couple of minutes until the first drops of pre-cum appeared at the tip of my cock. Continuing to stroke my shaft, she drew back her head and wicked away the glistening fluid with the tip of her tongue. Once more, I groaned and detected a mischievous glint in her eye. Keeping one hand wrapped about the base of my cock and cradling my heavy balls with the other Tammy opened her small mouth wide and made an impressive attempt to engulf the organ before her. Looking down, I cherished the spectacle. How she did it mystified, but a good ten centimeters disappeared into her maw and it felt good. She gagged slightly as my cock went too deep into her throat but she didn't pull back, instead swallowing rapidly, providing intense pleasure, and allowing still more to slip in her mouth. I felt her sharp incisors scrape the flesh of my shaft as her narrow tongue cradled and massaged my tool. She began to rock once more, sliding her short muzzle around my penis and soon thin rivulets of saliva ran from the corners of her stretched mouth. After only a few minutes of this attention, my orgasm began to rise. I briefly considered firing my load down her gullet, but I had other plans for her and for four-hundred bucks, this little girl wasn't going to get away with just a blowjob. Reluctantly I withdrew from her mouth, gently holding her back as she made a noise of complaint and tried to follow like a suckling calf.

Cradling her delicate face in my hands I stared down into her black eyes for a moment then knelt before her. I allowed a small smile to play across my thick lips, then leaned in and kissed her. Barely a handful of men would willingly kiss a moreau, even fewer would kiss a moreau prostitute, and none would kiss one who had just had his Johnson in her mouth a few moments before, but I was an odd duck and wanted to see her reaction. Her eyes widened at my unexpected act, then closed as she hungrily pressed into it. She understandably lacked experience with the whole mouth to muzzle thing, but made up for it with enthusiasm, eagerly allowing my tongue wrestle with hers. I brought my hands from her face and slipped them under the bottom edge of her halter. Breaking the kiss I pulled the garment up while she assisted by raising her arms. I tossed the clothing away and kissed her once more while my hands roamed across her now exposed upper body.

Our motions heated as she lay back on the bed and I moved atop her, my thumbs playing around the pairs of nipples that dotted down her chest and belly. The tiny nubs hardened under my attentions and I once more broke our kiss, nuzzling her neck briefly as I moved my mouth down to tease the uppermost set with my lips. Tammy actually squeaked when my teeth raked one stiff nipple and I found it hard not to grin. I continued my path downward, moving from nub to nub, pausing for a moment to delve into her furry navel. Swirling my tongue in the opening, she spasmed and let out what might have passed for a giggle in a human. I filed the knowledge of her ticklishness there for future reference. Pressing on toward my goal, my mouth reached the waistband of her skirt and I slid my hands beneath her back, prompting her to raise her rump. She complied and I deftly undid the button above, and the zipper below her tail, then helped her wiggle out of the tight skirt. I discarded the offending garment and she spread her slim legs wide, offering me her prize. The kissing had been bad enough, but what was about to occur now would surely cost me my man license. I didn't care. Considering what she would eventually endure, I figured I owed her this much.

Despite how small everything else on Tammy was her vulva, covered with near black velvety fur, were surprisingly large, their dusky bare inner edges puffy and full from her arousal, and slightly parted to reveal her miniscule oval opening. Her tiny clitoris stood erect from its narrow hood and a clear frothy lubricant oozed from her. On a woman, I would've worked down her inner thighs before attacking that inviting opening, but I knew her physiology and, spreading her legs even wider, swabbed my tongue across the patch of furless skin between her asshole and cunt. She hissed sharply at my boldness, clearly expecting something other than my tongue, but then moaned approval as more musky juice leaked from her body. I found the grape-like scent intoxicating and repeated my performance a few more times, then gently worked the tip of my tongue in a circle along the inner edges of her fat labia, careful to avoid direct contact with her clit. At the end of each cycle, I dipped into her opening to taste the bitter moisture there and she writhed at my ministrations. Her breathing became ragged, and I kept at it as her hands pulled my shaven head into her crotch, the sensation sweetened by the addition of a thumb rubbed firmly against the little pucker beneath her tail. It took only a smattering of minutes to happen; her orgasm was sudden and powerful, her tiny body shaking violently, accompanied by piercing cries. Fortunately, the walls were sound proofed, or someone would have thought a murder was occurring here.

I continued to lap at her sopping slit awhile longer before, panting heavily, she pushed my face away. As I backed off, Tammy curled into a tight ball and rocked slowly on the bed. My concern grew when she flinched away from my touch with a soft sobbing, "No..." It broke the mood, and for some reason I felt like a heel, but didn't know why. Not for the first time I pondered the vagaries of the female mind, but kept silent, sitting back and letting her recover while offering what little comfort she would allow.

After a time Tammy uncoiled from her fetal position and crawled over to me, her face downcast. She said nothing, instead wrapping a hand around my still semi-erect cock and bringing her mouth to its tip. With diligence, she quickly worked me back to full hardness, then layback with an expectant look in her red-rimmed eyes.

"You don't have to do this Tammy," I said gently.

The little mouse just shook her head and said, "Shut up and fuck me pinky."

I grinned at her words. My cock glistened wetly from her saliva and my own pre-cum, and her tiny opening was still soaked with her own copious lubricant, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. Retrieving a bottle of KY from the nightstand, I made a show of coating my penis thoroughly before positioning myself above her. Placing the thick tip against her, I paused to offer a last chance to back out, but never got the opportunity as she thrust her hips forward suddenly. The head of my cock popped into her forcefully, and she gasped sharply at the intrusion. I tried to pause, to let her adjust to my girth, but that wasn't on her agenda, instead continuing to work her hips, impaling herself on my shaft. She was so tight! I could see the pain, her bared teeth, but something else reflected in her slitted eyes; a primal need lurked there. Tammy wanted it hard. I aimed to please, abandoning my gentle approach, and driving deep with several powerful thrusts. Her walls spasmed at the brutal assault but she just grunted in approval, punctuating it all with a triumphant, "Yes!" as my tip struck her cervix. Glancing between our bodies, I reveled in the lewd sight of near half my long cock protruding from her stretched opening, before taking up a steady rhythm of battering thrusts while she thrashed and cried beneath me. Time stretched as I focused on counting my strokes, trying to distract myself from the exquisite sensations her tiny cunt offered. My pace increased, and she urged me on with a stream of filthy invective, punctuated with guttural grunts each time my shaft bottomed in her short pocket.

As before, her orgasm struck without warning, as she suddenly wrapped her limbs about me tightly and shrieked into my chest. I found it hard to keep my pace as Tammy shook against me. Laying my weight on her to still her trembling, I grasped her narrow hips and savagely pulled her into my thrusts, hammering even harder and riding her though her release. Surely, I hurt her as our bodies finally met, my length forcing back her inner barrier, and lodging impossibly deep in her belly again and again, but I was beyond caring. I was close, almost oblivious as a second orgasm wracked her, and I felt my balls tighten, the sharp sensation of my need building in the base of my penis. It was an explosion, as an electric shock ran up my spine to overwhelm my mind, and thick streams of my semen shot into her body. I hadn't come like that in years...so much that her tiny cavity couldn't contain it, my seed leaking copiously around the plug formed by my shaft.

Exhausted, I rolled off, my cock pulling from her body with a rude slurping pop, and we lay next to each other, sweaty and panting. Shit, with a bit more experience she'd be worth a hell of a lot more than four-hundred bucks. After a few minutes, she stirred and slowly climbed off the bed, making her way toward the bathroom on wobbly legs. I smiled, amazed that she could even move after all that, but let her go without comment, instead simply lazing in my own afterglow. The minutes stretched out and I may have drowsed a bit before realizing she'd been in there for quite awhile. My concern mounting, I started to get up when the bathroom door opened and she sauntered out. Apparently, her confidence, not to mention her constitution, had rebounded greatly, and I enjoyed the purposeful sway in her slight hips as she approached. Climbing back on the bed she immediately drew close and commented. "That's some bathroom you've got there pinky. This whole place is amazing. You know a girl could get used to living like this."

A wave of deja vu washed over me. Those words hit me in the gut, sent me back...a hacienda in Honduras...a vision of Alaina's face flashed before my eyes, half of it torn away by the mortar blast, her brains oozing on the ground...trembling, I shook my head and refocused on Tammy, suddenly cognizant of the uncanny resemblance...then I noted her look of concern.

"You okay pinky?"

Apparently, I had been out of it for several seconds. I eyed her for a moment before replying, "I'm fine." After another pause, I pointed out my nut-brown skin and said, "You know, not all of us are pink."

"Oh you know what I mean," she replied nonchalantly, "all you humans are 'pink' on the inside."

So tact wasn't one of her strong points. Attitudes like that irked me. Sure, the moreaus had gotten a raw deal, just like the black man, and the American Indians, and every other people crushed by hubris before and after, but blaming some 'oppressor' for your own lack of effort was too pat. Was I perpetuating the myth by taking advantage of this underage genetic construct prostitute? Perhaps, and since I was black, maybe doubly so, but I knew damn well that morey girls like Tammy didn't have to pimp themselves on the street just to make ends meet. I wondered where her parents were; I probably knew them...I surely knew her grandparents. The mice I knew back then wouldn't allow something like this to happen to one of their own, so why weren't they here for their daughter? She should have been in school; still could be, as both the resources and the opportunity were there. She could have a good life...or maybe she chose this way, a harsh, unpleasant way, but easy as far as she was concerned. It made me mad, and I felt the need to bring her to task, but my own rationalizations made me madder...instead, I smiled tightly and joked. "Given my close first hand inspection, I'd say you're rather pink on the inside too." Her tail tip reddened and she looked away, perhaps her embarrassment at my innuendo was indicative that she had gotten my deeper point, or not, it didn't really matter, but she surprised me.

"I'm sorry Andy," she said, looking at me with little tears in her eyes. "I guess I shouldn't have said that. You've treated me too good for a whore...and a fur...nobody's ever cared." I started to protest but she shushed me and continued. "You said you'd offer me something more if I liked the view. Well, the view is wonderful, so maybe I'll offer you something instead."

Tammy straddled my chest, pushing her cunt into my face as she went to work once more upon my cock. She apparently cleaned herself up while in the bath, for almost no trace remained of our previous lovemaking, but as I dove into her little slit I could still taste myself within her body. As before, her mouth brought me to full staff much quicker than most of the females I'd bedded, and I wondered whether her skill or something else raised my desire so easily. Regardless, I strove to give as well as I received, but hardly got the chance. Just as I reached full hardness, she spun around and smothered my face in her belly as she reached to the nightstand for the KY. I nipped at the nearest nipple, and got a giggle and playful slap on the chest as she straightened up. She waved a finger at me and turned again to coat my cock with a fresh coat of lube. Her warm hands spread the cold gel on my shaft with long strokes; she then placed a drop on her tiny pucker and clambered over my crotch to place the head against that tight bud. With a glint in her eye and a deep breath, she lowered her body on me. We both gasped as the fat head began to spread her tiny ring but she was too tense, her muscles clinched tight, preventing my entrance. I pulled her forward and rolled us over.

I looked into her eyes tenderly and said, "You're offering me quite a treasure Tammy, and I thank you, but you're not ready for that my dear, not yet." With a warm smile I added, "I'll help you." Sliding down her body, I once more brought my mouth to her sex while placing a questing finger against her tailhole. I worked the finger in little circles around the sensitive opening, matched by the motions of my tongue, and her groans of pleasure broadened my smile. Slowly I felt the muscles relax and, coating my finger with her gooey minge, I gently eased the tip into her anus while sucking hard on her pea-sized clit. She moaned at the simultaneous sensations, becoming guttural as I pushed past the second knuckle. My tongue continued to dance across her button as I slowly thrust in to her rectum, her hips rolling and thrusting to take it deeper. As her muscles relaxed further I again sucked her clit and added a finger to her ass, stretching her and quickly calling forth a shuddering orgasm. Wasting no time, I slid a third finger through her ring as she shook and rewarded me with a fresh flood of juice from her hole and a second orgasm. Now she was ready...

Withdrawing my fingers, I roughly rolled her on her belly and re-lubed my cock before, grasping her tail by its base, placing the tip against her nether hole.

Leaning over her back, I whispered harshly in one ear. "Do you want this mousie? Do you want me in your ass?"

"Yesss," she hissed back at me and I obliged. With a firm push, I entered her, gasping at her tight heat, and she responded with a rasping groan of her own. It was obscene, the sight of her tiny hole stretched around my thickness, and I knew then I loved her. I needed her, she wanted this, and I gave it. I pounded into her, her slick walls hugging my monstrous cock as I drove to the hilt. My balls slapped her sodden slit with each reaming stroke while pulling her onto my length by her tail. Her hand slithered between her legs to rub her nub and she arched her skinny butt up at me, matching me thrust for thrust, grunting as her furry ass smacked against my sweaty thighs. The depravity was glorious. We panted, moaned, called each other filthy names, and struggled to reach that little death... She was first. I watched her orgasm break like a storm and I followed her over the brink, flooding her bowels with a torrent of cum. I collapsed atop her and we stayed like that for a while until she elbowed me off. I held her as I rolled on my side, before beginning to withdraw my softening cock from her ass when she stopped me.

"No, leave it in, you're just too heavy pin-," she caught her self, and then continued softly. "I'm sorry Andy. Thank you for doing that...for giving me what I wanted."

I smiled at her, though she couldn't see it, and answered. "You're welcome Tammy. Do you need to get up? Use the bath?"

"No, just hold me like this for awhile, okay?"

"Sure kiddo."

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The Texas sun slanted brightly through the vertical blinds, but it was the sensation of Tammy's eager muzzle wrapped around my member that finally brought me awake. I watched her gobble the stiff flesh, relishing the feeling, then, smiling, pat her head, "Good girl!" She gave me a nasty look, and I felt her sharp teeth against my tender skin in warning, but she never stopped sucking. I let her be and enjoyed the action, letting her slowly build me up. As with the previous evening, it didn't take long. She had a magic mouth and it took only minutes for me to fire a thick load down her throat. Tammy swallowed it all and sated gave my cock a last lick before leaning across my body toward my nightstand. She grabbed the roll of hundreds and peeled one off, then thought for a second and snagged another.

I chuckled at her boldness as she leaned back on the bed and said, "What?" When I shrugged, she gave me an incredulous look and continued. "Okay, so I gave you my ass for free; if you expect me to wake you up like that and swallow, well you're just going to have to pay like everyone else big man."

She was so endearing. I bopped her twitching nose and smiled, "Did I say anything, my dear?" I checked my clock and continued. "Ten o'clock, it's pretty late. I guess I should take you home."

Tammy just nodded slowly, a touch of disappointment in her voice, "Yeah, I guess."

I simply grinned. "Hey, enough of that girl! Save that for later, first breakfast!"

She gave me that two-headed monster look once more, as I sprung from the bed and threw on a robe. I hustled her into a more appropriately sized robe, something I'm sure she wondered at, and into the kitchen. With a passion matched only in the bedroom I went to work. In less than thirty minutes, it was ready: two three-egg shrimp, bacon, and avocado omelets with cheddar and provolone, toast, milk, juice, coffee...the works. Shyly she picked at the feast, finally giving in as I dug in heartily. I watched her eat, gingerly at first, then ravenously. I was a fast eater, but she cleaned her plate with astonishing speed, and it left me wondering if she got enough to eat on a regular basis. She refused when I offered seconds, and I considered giving her more anyway but I knew the time had passed. She thanked me for breakfast and we showered together, her earning another couple hundred in the process. We dressed in silence, her failing to notice as I slipped an extra four-hundred in her purse, and headed downstairs. As we walked by the security station, the guard, whom I didn't recognize, offered a wry grin when he spied Tammy that made me uncomfortable...

The trip to Moreytown was quiet, neither of us having much to say. When we approached the barriers, I asked if she wanted me to drive her to her doorstep, but she declined, saying that the walk would do her good. I doubted she actually had a doorstep to call her own. We sat in awkward silence for a moment before I asked, "Can I get your number?"

"No," she quavered, "that, wouldn't be a good idea...my roommate and all, ya know?"

I nodded and she opened the door, and then turned to me, "Thank you Andy, for everything." She kissed me then, a deep, long kiss, full of desperation and want... Her tail tip reddened as we broke and she quickly clambered out of the car and resolutely walked toward the barriers, then, she stopped. Running back to the car she reached into her tiny purse and pulled something out; leaning through the window, she tossed a piece of crumpled paper on the seat and with tears in her eyes said, "Please?" With that, she ran from the car and into Moreytown.

I watched her slim form disappear beyond the barriers and my mind drifted over feelings I had for her, the love I felt. In truth, I loved them all: Sarah, the thick-bodied lepus I'd been with last week; Brandy, the beautiful vixen from the week before; Alexia, that stubborn rat who pursued me far more than I desired to pursue her, but this was different. I rarely played the same girl twice, but I knew I'd see Tammy again; just picturing her mousey face filled the ragged hole in my soul. I picked up the paper and flattened in out, read the note scrawled there, gave myself a goofy grin, and turned the car around. The zoo was open; time to watch the silly humans watch the animals.