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"Come on, one more shot, Katrina!" Lisa pushed a shot glass filled with dark liquor over at her. The raccoon had to shot over the jazz band that played in the corner. "Just one more!"

"One more?" The tan furred mouse wrinkled her nose back, but plucked up the shot glass.

Her head was spinning from too many shots already. She felt giddy and giggly with the liquor she had already drank, but she couldn't help but take down the next one to the general cheers at the table. Her ears flushed with a mingling of embarrassment and pleasure at the approving laughter and grins. Katrina hadn't been to New Orleans before, but when her friends had offered to bring her along she'd hesitantly agreed. She hadn't been on vacation in so long and her friends had enthusiastically endorsed the city as a place that she could leave the cares of the world behind her. She was finding out that most of that came from the fact that they drank nearly obscene amounts. She was barely able to keep up, but she tried to as best she could. She tried to make sure that she was at least able to do a shot to every two that they did.

"Oh man, this place is rocking tonight." Tess leaned back with an agile arch of her body. The white mouse wriggled just a bit at the apex of her stretch. "You having fun, Kat?"

"Oh yes, it's just very loud." Katrina flicked her ears back and glanced around the bar nervously.

The bar was one of dozens that were scattered around the French Quarter. It wasn't closed off, but the doors were cast open on all three sides of the corner spot so that the humid air spilled in around them. The darkness was pierced with neon, firelight and the stage lights that flickered above the jazz band that rattled out music in merry refrains. It was early in the evening, so not yet so tightly packed as it would get later on in the night. It was definitely not the sort of place she would go if she had a choice, but her friends adored it. The frozen drinks that churned behind the bar came in nearly 30 different flavors and they were intent on trying them all. The mouse could admit to herself that even drunk, she was happy to be swaying back and forth to the sound of the music.

"It's jazz!! You should just relax and enjoy it." Lisa winked over at her. "Or dance to it."

"But no one is dancing.." She trailed the words off as the rest of her group started to agree. "Guys, where are you even gonna-"

"C'mon, Katrina! Let's go! One swing 'round the floor." Tess grabbed her paw and pulled her up onto her swaying feet.

The moment she stood up she realized she'd had more to drink then she thought. Her head felt light and she had to close her eyes in an attempt to brace herself and keep from falling down. Everything was spinning around her, but not so fast that she felt sick. The felt almost light and airy as Tess called out something and the small group of her friends tugged her out from their table. The sound of the brass trumpets blasted out from the stage and the tune sounded merry. She couldn't help herself, Katrina's lips curled up in a grin and she let herself be swung about in a short swirling dance move. What harm could there be in just enjoying the evening? It had been too long since she'd just been able to enjoy life and the liquor had taken the edge of shyness from her.

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Kyle leaned all the way back in his chair and watched the bar lazily as he nursed his drink. Most of the people that spotted him hurried past a bit nervously, which amused him to no end. The donkey flicked his long ears back and the tips brushed the immaculately trimmed Mohawk of his mane. He wasn't that impressive looking, though his pale white fur and vivid blue eyes set him apart from most of the donkeys found in the city. He wasn't even that tall or heavily built. He wasn't threatening or frowning. The reason they ran was the partially unbuttoned shirt and the hat that lay on the table. No one liked a cop and those that partied in the French Quarter liked them less than most. It made drinking here after work a challenge.

I should have gone home and changed. He sighed to himself and ran a thick nailed finger through his mane. Hell I'll probably get yelled at for coming out here in partial uniform, but home is so horribly far.

The jack gave his head a short shake back and forth before taking another sip of his beer. He wasn't going to worry about it, he'd had a hard enough day with the Mardi Gras preparation going on down town. He was only a few inches above five feet and was partnered with a drafter. It made it impossible for him to get any respect or get people to listen to him when he was barely reaching their chin. He was ready for a drink and ready to relax. Even if he did get worried glances or outright hostile ones now and then. They'd just have to get over it and realize that police officers were people too. He'd enjoy his drink and get out of here. And come back against tomorrow to start all over again. And the next day. And the next.

His depressed line of thought was lost the moment he heard a sharp cry and a sound almost like panic from the laughing group of girls who had been dancing. His long ears went up with a quiver before he was suddenly crashed into by a tan slender body. He braced himself automatically as she hit his side and sent his beer splashing over the top. His hands reached up to help balance her as she stumbled a bit and her friends started to giggle. Now he remembered why he tried to hit the bars down in the Garden District, it was because he had no patience with the girls that came trotting around here flashing everyone and causing problems. He pushed the girl up onto her own two feet with his face creased into a frown.

"I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean to, I mean,-" The tan furred mouse stared at him in horror and her ears turned a brilliant shade of red. "Your drink! Oh, I am so so sorry, I didn't mean to knock it over!"

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Katrina felt like she wanted to creep into a hole and bury herself there. The white donkey helped steady her with what seemed to be infinite patience as she babbled her apology. It was only when he stood up that she was mortified to see that he was partially in a police uniform. His hat was resting beside him and was now liberally doused with the spilled beer along with his keys. The only thing that hadn't gotten completely soaked through was his cell phone. It was a small blessing, but she'd take what she could get. She'd never been good at dancing and half drunk had not improved her attempts at it. The jack awkwardly smiled and made a rough attempt at saying it was alright.

"No, it's not." Katrina brushed a hand through her head fur lightly, "Please, please let me buy you another drink. I shouldn't have been trying to dance. I just.. Darn it, please, I'll buy you another drink."

"It's alright, Miss." The jack's ears flicked up and his blue eyes lightened a bit with amusement. "I ain't lived so long in this city that I don't know how ta roll with the punches."

"Well that doesn't mean I have to be a punch!" She retorted and flushed a bit at the rough bray of laughter he rewarded her with. "Please, Officer...?"

"Kyle, just Kyle, miss. I'm not on duty." His pink thick lips twitched in a bit of a smile. "Well, I'll take the drink if you'll have one with me. Gettin' a bit lonely sittin' over here by myself."

"I'm Katrina." She glanced back to see a few of her friends giggling and flicked her ears a bit. The drink edging her shyness away to grin back at them. "And I'll take you up on the offer."

She did take him up on his offer of a drink and another and another. The pale jack had a rough harsh laugh, but a quick wit and seemed to soften his speech when she was startled by the first braying outburst. They switched rounds on their tabs as Kyle told her about the city and New Orleans in particular. He spoke of the various sites and the common stories as well as the ones that she'd never heard before. She found herself feeling beyond the point of being just a bit drunk into a warm haze created by the drink that freed her tongue. She told him about how she'd been dragged here and her own thoughts on the city. To her surprise he shared her distaste of the French Quarter crowds and instead told her about the Garden District with its beautiful houses and grandiose architecture. His impassioned voice lured her into sharing his enjoyment as they spoke.

She wasn't sure where the time had gone; she only knew that their conversation had grown wide ranging as the crowd grew larger and more packed. It had gotten harder to hear each other over the crowd so she had slipped close to him and his arm had naturally fallen over her shoulders as he murmured about the river front. It was a shock to both of them when they realized that the evening crowd had turned raucous and the donkey had muttered a curse as he straightened up to find they could barely see the entrance. Their empty cups lay forgotten on the counter and the beer that had caused the impromptu meeting had dried from his white cap.

"Damn and blast it." Kyle snorted and then gave her an abashed grin. "'Fraid it's getting' late, Katrina. We should get outta here 'fore the crowds get worse." There was reluctance in his voice, as well as the slight squeeze of his arm over her shoulder.

"And I should probably be going back to the hotel. It's getting far too late.." Katrina murmured and felt her own reluctance to leave Kyle behind. It was more than just the lovely conversation, she wanted to do more than just talk with him.

"Yeah, ya better. Gets wild 'round here after dark." The jack sighed regretfully and slipped his hands from her shoulders. "I'll let you get back to yer friends."

"Yeah.." Katrina agreed and tried to contain the flush that rose to her face and the stab of disappointment. She really should get back to her friends, but at that moment it was the last thing she wanted to do.

It turned out, though, that she needn't have worried about having to leave so soon or to worry about leaving Kyle behind. When they pushed through the crowd to look for her friends there was no sight of them. The table that they had claimed earlier in the evening had been taken by a group of hyena's that were well on their way to getting drunk enough that they couldn't stand. Katrina felt a stab of anger and hurt that they'd left her behind without even stopping to tell her where they were going and why. She felt a moments gratitude that she at least had her own hotel room which meant she wasn't unable to get back in, but it was the principle of the matter.

"Bartender says your tabs paid up and so is mine. They left ya this." Kyle pushed his way back from the bar with a crumpled napkin in his hand.

"Well at least they didn't leave me with the tab." She sighed and plucked up the napkin which had an address and a short note that said they didn't want to 'interrupt' her flirting. She flushed a bit. "Well they've gone to another bar."

"Ya gonna head over there?" The jack flicked his ears up just a touch. "Not too far away."

"No, I'm heading back." She let out a soft laugh and rubbed her spinning head. "Think if I had any more to drink I'd be crawling home."

"Well, I'll see ya home, Katrina. Not good ta walk around on your lonesome." Kyle gave a slow, almost shy smile. "Don't want ya gettin' hurt in my city."

The jack was offering an excuse. His eyes had a hint of anticipation and hope in them that she knew she should put out. She'd only just met him, she'd only had a few drinks and some conversation with him. She should tell him she'd be fine and head back to the hotel. The shy nervous part of her wanted to do just that, but when his hand slipped into her own it lost. The warm strength in that touch sent a tremor of heat through her and she smiled shyly.

"I'd like that..."

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Kyle expected many things when Katrina let him walk her home. The cynical part of him thought she'd just smile at the door and he'd go off on his own to home. He'd had too much to drink to get home, but he could always grab a nap at the station. The hopeful part felt her warm paw in his hand and the coy little smile on her muzzle and hoped for more. She was sweet, shy and as much an opposite of the girls around the Quarter as one could get. In short, he was taken with her and wanted nothing more then to see if that shyness extended into other areas. He'd nearly worked himself up to the point of either excusing himself or grabbing and kissing her when they'd gotten to her hotel room. She took the chance away from him with a hesitant kiss.

She'd barely closed the door when her slender muzzle had tilted up to his own larger one. Her whiskers tickled against him and for a moment he couldn't do anything but feel the gentle press of her lips against his. He came to with a gentle press of his lips and moved his hands up to slip around her slender waist to draw her in closer to him. She tasted like sweet fruit on his lips. He didn't resist the urge to flick his tongue out to stroke just along her bottom lip in a wet smooth line. His fingers moved upwards to run along the edges of her back while he luxuriated in the feel of her breasts pressed against him through her thin blouse. She was intoxicating.

He broke the kiss and Katrina dropped her head with a slight flush. "Sorry, just wanted to thank you.."

"Nothin' to be sorry about darlin'" He murmured and lowered his large muzzle to nibble against the curve of her ear. "Nothin' at all."

He caught her lips with his own and deliberately flicked his tongue to press between her lips in a deeper probing kiss. His fingers moved upwards to curve along her shoulders and he felt her own hands move to cup against his hips. She was sweet and pliant in his hands as he curled and caressed her tongue with his own. The gentle tickle of her whiskers made him shiver. He had no hesitation and slipping his hands down to cup along her lower back and pulled her upwards against him. She didn't make a protest, but shifted her weight until her legs curled along his hips. His nostrils flared open wide and he fought not to buck her when her hips shifted and brushed against the front of his pants. He could feel his girth starting to slip free of his sheath.

"Bed!" Katrina gasped as she pulled her head back. Her ears flushed with more than just drink.

Kyle snorted out a bit playfully and lowered his muzzle to nuzzle down against her curved breasts. He lipped and plucked at them through the blouse until he found the nub of her nipple. He rolled his eyes up to watch her gasp and squirm when his thick lips pulled around it and he lightly ran the edge of his teeth along it. He turned about and freed his lips long enough to find the bed before giving her a playful bounce in his arms and going towards it. His ears quivered a bit as her lips found the edge of one and started to nibble along it. Oh he wanted her, he wanted her just as much as he'd wanted a drink earlier. He settled her on the bed and leaned over her to playfully drop down low enough to catch the edge of her shirt between his teeth.

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Katrina was done thinking. She was done worrying about what would happen if her friends came back and heard noises from her room. The feel of the jack's hands and lips against her body only fed the rush of heat and need through her. She squirmed and giggled slightly as he cursed when he couldn't use his lips to peel her shirt off. He snorted out hotly when she unbuttoned his own shirt and exposed the pale white fur of his chest. She'd always thought of donkey's as being a bit rough and hard around the edges, but Kyle boast smooth groomed fur and a body that was muscular instead of soft. He let her run her tongue over his chest as he struggled with her bra, but she was soon pushed back on the bed so he could work on her pants. Before she quite knew what was happening she was lying nude on the covers and looking up as the jack pulled his pants down.

The heavy pink shaft was hardened and bumped against his belly as he wiggled his pants free. The tip was blunt and large looking with a glistening hint of precum gathering along the glans. The pale white sheath strained a bit around the base to hold the girth and was centered above a pair of plump pink balls. He grinned down at her a bit as she drew in her lower lip and bit it. She felt a moment of nervousness that she'd gone this far. She'd only meant to kiss him good night, and now she was near trembling on her bed nude with the white jack looking down her with obvious heat. The moment of doubt passed by as his muzzle lowered and kissed gently along the line of her belly towards her loins. His hand pressed her back against the bed before his tongue flicked out and ran in a smooth pulling stroke along her soft folds.

"Oh god.." She cried out as the tongue tip tickled right over her clit. She rolled up into the touch before the jack gave her another slippery stroke.

"Got condoms, darlin'? Not that I wouldn't say no ta just doin' this." His rough voice deepened as he spoke and she looked down the line of his body to see his blue eyes watching her hungrily.

"Oh! Yes." Her cheeks burned at that admission and she pointed, "They're on the bed stand. Tess threw them there."

Tess had tossed them there with a wink and a hint about her getting lucky, but she hadn't thought about actually using them. Kyle turned and fumbled a bit, but his hand didn't leave her alone on the bed. His fingers moved up and curled lightly to caress her soft outer lips. They massaged and gave a gentle squeeze against them before brushing right along her clit. She arched up with a soft cry. She could feel how wet she was, her heart was pounding in her ears as she squirmed against the bed and wiggled back and forth. She drew in her lower lip and bit it when the finger pad worked in a slow circle to keep her roused. The doubts she had felt left entirely. She wanted this, her body was near trembling with eagerness for the jack.

"Rrrr tight fit." The jack snorted a bit and she heard something drop back on the table. "Not many folks keep the sort 'round for the equines."

"Oh well.." Katrina started to stammer and then let out a cry as the finger gentle slipped into her body. "Ahh!"

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Kyle could feel his cock flexing and smacking lightly right along the curve of his belly as he slipped his fingers a bit deeper within the tan mouse. Her form was stretched out on the bed, her pink nipples perked and eager, her belly paler all the way down to the soft plush mound. Her walls clenched and squeezed around his fingers as he shifted and slipped onto the bed over her. The condom had barely fit over his cock, the ring of it dug around him a bit uncomfortably, but all that mattered was that it fit. He slipped his glistening fingers from her quivering mound and moved them up to wrap around the base of his shaft. Katrina's legs shifted around him as he nuzzled down against her warm breasts and teased along the tip of one nipple lightly. He drew his covered shaft down until the blunt tip nudged and stroked against the soft folds.

He used his free hand to brace himself on the bed as he lined himself up and then slowly pushed forward. He muffled a groan as the walls spread open around his cock tip and his girth started to plunge inside of her. The walls squeezed about him as he went slowly and heard her let out a cry. Her legs tightened around his hips and arched her hips up as the first few inches of his girth sank into her. He could feel the walls clenching around him in reaction as he sucked in a sharp breath and blew it out over the rise of her breasts. He lifted his head to catch her parted lips with his own heatedly before giving a firmer shorter thrust. Oh she was glorious.

He arched his back slightly and gave a firm rolling push forward until his tip pushed right up against her cervix. His medial ring rested along her quivering outer lips as he hesitated before pulling back. The second thrust forward was a bit easier as she grew wetter about him. Her muscles squeezed tightly in reaction when he pulled back again. The donkey didn't feel the condom tearing, didn't even realize that it was too small and the clutching muscles had made it harder to stretch around him. Suddenly her passage was so hot, so terribly hot and wet it was all he could think about. The thick goopy drops of precum drooled out into her as he plunged forward and tore the latex off from around the tip of his shaft.

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Katrina muffled her cries against the jack's large muzzle as his cock plunged into her. He was big, far larger then she thought and her walls strained open around him. It was almost too much, but inch by slow inch he pushed into her. She used her legs wrapped around his hips to help him while her fingers moved to run along his back. His chest pressed against her own as he kissed her firmly. His tongue plunged into her muzzle to tease and caress her. The hips gave another push and the blunt tip drove into her until the medial ring nudged up against her outer lips. The thick glans bottomed out with just half of him inside, but he didn't try to plunge in any more. His hips rolled back slowly before thrusting forward again.

The weight of him rocked her against the bed as he started to thrust in slow smooth movements. It helped her grow accustom to something so large inside of her. Each stroke pulled and caressed along her passage. Her wetness was being forced out around him. He was thick enough that he forced it out, though it helped to make him thrust a bit more firmly into her. The pulsing shaft pushed in deep and then pulled out, the wetness only growing as she arched her back and bucked against his hips before dropping them again. His hand moved to hold her upper thigh lightly and pushed her leg back towards her chest. The donkey's eyes squeezed shut when he pulled back from her lips and started to thrust in hard short movements.

The apex of each thrust pushed right up against her cervix before pulling back again. The sensation leaving her trembling as she wasn't used to that pressure. It was it's own sort of pleasure as he snorted and lowered his lips to nibble along her neck and shoulder. His tongue flicked out hotly and she whimpered out when he nearly pulled out. She could feel his cock tip pulling along her outer lips before he plunged in again with a firm driving thrust that pressed him tight against her cervix. He was thick enough that he brushed and teased lightly over her clit with each thrust, a continual contact that had her squirming beneath him. Her breath came in short gasps as she flicked her ears back against her head.

With a few bucking thrusts she felt him press just that much deeper. The pressure building as her heart started to pound faster. The cock spread her open almost too wide and she moved her lips to press against the curve of his pale furred neck. Her fingers clutched against his back as she let out a muffled cry of pleasure. Her walls clamped down tightly around him and pulled, the muscles contracting and relaxing in time with her heart as he pushed through her orgasm. The equine shaft caressed and stroked her, teased and rubbed her as she rode out her pleasure. The tip of his cock was already starting to spread open wider inside of her and forcing her vulnerable body just that much wider.

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Kyle didn't stop to think about the slippery heat wrapped around him, he didn't think about the fact he could feel the wetness around him when he plunged in and out of her spasming folds. He didn't think of anything but the need growing inside of him as the torn condom was pushed down like a flimsy ring around his cock. His tip flared open wider and wider as the thick dollops of precum stopped drooling out and he started to drive his thrusts in short hard bucks that pressed time and again along her cervix. Her walls clenched and tightened around him, she almost suckled around his cock as he tried to pull back only to plunge forward again. His mind felt flooded with desire and he moved his hands down to hold her hips and pull her upwards as tightly against his hips as he could manage.

The donkey let out a rough bray of pleasure as his balls pulled up and his flared tip spread it's full girth. His urethra jutted out to push right against the opening of her cervix as the first hot rush of his seed erupted from him. The thick ropes of it spilling out, not even realizing that he no longer had the barrier of the condom to protect her from his seed. The virile cream flowed in deep, pulled even deeper by her clutching walls while he gave a few slow grinds and felt her body trembling beneath his weight. Her fingers pressed against his back and gave a gentle squeeze as he panted shallowly and pressed his nose against his neck. The thick rush of his seed finally tapering down to a thicker heavier gel meant to hold it all inside. Hold it in, that is, if he had pulled out and chanced it escaping.

In the darkness there was no pulling free. Only the sleepy murmur from them both as they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. The large jack only rolled over so that she could lay atop him, his girth still plugging her body and the broken condom unnoticed. Kyle's eyes half closed as he kept his arm wrapped around the slight mouse and drew the covers up around them. His chest still rose and fell with short heavy breaths as he enjoyed the closeness of the moment. He was suddenly quite glad that he hadn't gone out to the Garden District for a drink.

As they drifted off to exhausted satiated dreams, the seed he'd sent rushing into her body found root. The vulnerable mouse's womb overrun with the virile sperm that hadn't been stopped. She'd be taking far more than just a few beads home from the Mardi Gras.