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Please don't let me get an erection... Juli thought to himself as the boy slipped between his wooly legs.

In the back of Juli's mind, whispering traitorously, another voice longed for the erection to form. Deep down he wanted the hansom Okapi to feel his shaft and want the little sheep but fear was always stronger than hope. Especially with the punctuation of nervous shame in Jamal's emerald eyes pouring their discomfort into Juli, hope was weak. He looked away, chewed his lip, blushed...

"Just stop it, for fuck's sake!" The director shouted, throwing a copy of the script to the floor. The aging Lemur rubbed his brow theatrically before turning toward Grace, sitting just to his side; "I shouldn't have trusted you, you bitch!"

"Calm down Mabatha..." Grace lilted calmly, looking up at him with the unnervingly steady gaze of a border collie, eyes eternally framed in a black mask, though Juli knew her patience was wearing thin. "Staged sex scenes are always hard in rehearsal. We could use silhouettes or put a sheet over them...."

Mabatha dismissed the suggestions with a wave as profound as a shriek, demanding silence by its pure motion. "Idiotic! Without the sex we don't sell tickets; no one goes to the theater for love of the art anymore. We must be..." His drawn face exaggerated his exasperated scowl into something unnervingly cartoonish. Mabatha's English failed him, rare for him after so many years in this country.

"Risque." Grace shook her head, "you speak French. How could that one be hard?"

"In the Ivory Coast, we do not speak French when we're not speaking Fench!" Mabatha fumed, turning to storm out of the theater, suit coat tossed over his shoulder. Like many immigrant professionals he never seemed to be out of a suit. "Your language is ridiculous... deal with this." He slammed the door as he left the ghostly aisles of the near empty theater.

Jamal was still in position over Juli, holding the sheep's arms tightly and watching the director leave. Juli had to wonder, did Jamal remain in position out of fear of reprimand? He looked down their tight bodies, still clad in clothes but disheveled to look like they were actually having sex in their garments. Jamal's suit was barely functional, really only good for the stage, with unbuttoned shirt exposing his well-defined chest and his trousers undone to let his underwear clad package rub at Juli; only the necessities of looking like sex really occurred on stage.

Juli's dress, on the other hand, was very functional; Grace had made it for him especially, dressing him up like a Victorian doll in black. His skirts were drawn all the up to the base of his chest, exposing his midriff and slender-if-wooly legs. His panties had only the thinnest string so his fur would hide them from the audience, making him appear naked under the skirt from the side. Suddenly Juli realized, with deep embarrassment, that in his distraction an erection had indeed formed but Jamal was too distracted to notice.

Grace sighed, bending over to gather Mabatha's script from the aisle floor. "He's right, though; that was awful. You seriously need to start being actors and get over whatever is going on." She watched them steadily, darkly. "Maybe you two should just really have sex?"

Juli's embarrassment was matched only by Jamal's, who finally pulled away, mortified. The other actors laughed off-stage at their reactions, Jamal's ears folding back in further shame.

Jamal recovered quickly, putting on what attempted to be a winning smile for Grace. "I'd do a lot better with you up here, miss." As usual, his attempt at being suave fell flat, though even that was endearing in its own way.

Grace smirked cruelly, "Oh do you, now? If I'm up there I'll be holding a whip, making you hump Juli faster." The canine sighed and shook her head, pulling off her suit jacket to set it on her chair, "I don't think we'd be allowed to show real sex anyway. Just... get down from there. We won't solve your problem just having you two sit up there." She shuffled the script, looking for another scene, "Xuan, Molly, get out there!" Juli couldn't look up at the otter and cocker spaniel as they passed, though he could feel the canine's disgusted eyes on him while her toeless, heeled shoes clicked past him.

"You should have girls play girls!" Molly shouted out to Grace, though the barb was really meant for Juli. Her long, fluffy ears flipped as she gestured toward Juli with long glove clad arms. "At least the important roles."

"Oh, shut up," Grace snapped uncharacteristically. She had no need to be nice to the actors but, even so, it wasn't her way. "Girls get embarrassed in these scenes, too. Now worry about not fucking up your own role."

As Jamal and Juli passed behind the curtain the sheep whispered, "I'm sorry...." Jamal looked like he was about to respond but, as the other actors gathered around them, he shut his mouth.

---

"It really was bad, lamb chop." Grace had been mostly silent the whole drive home and for some time after. The collie had opted for laying on the couch and reading a book, reading glasses perched on her long, thing muzzle. Juli had been too ashamed to speak; he felt like speaking of any happier subject would seem like avoidance. "Both of you. I guess Jamal is finding it hard because of what's between your legs, but you... what's the deal?"

Juli bleated softly, confusion welling up in him. He sought words but fumbled with them, staring at the ceiling from where he lay naked on the floor; Grace had forbidden him from using furniture or clothes in the house until he could do better. These little, demeaning punishments were her preference for enforcing obedience.

It had been several months since Juli had met Grace. An aspiring actor hooking up with a stage producer would have been a scandalous story if not for the unique angles of their relationship. Juli did not aspire to be an actor but rather an actress, for one, and it was his startlingly feminine features that had drawn the older the woman to him. Their relationship was not a storybook romance either... Grace had drawn him into the world of bondage with Juli unsure of what was happening much of the time. Besides, Grace didn't give him roles; she only got Juli auditions. Landing this female role had required him to impress the director, Mabatha, rather than his Mistress.

Grace turned to look at Juli over the rims of her reading glasses, "You have had sex with a man before, haven't you? I sometimes forget how young you are...."

Juli blushed again, "I... not really." He laid an arm over his eyes, hiding from her gaze. "I haven't had much experience with men... too shy, I guess."

"A little is something, little girl." Grace turned onto her side, "I think you two should just go ahead and have sex, get this nervousness out of your system. It's best for there to still be some sexual tension in the scene... but loosing that is better than your awkward fumbling."

"But..." Juli's heart was racing with excitement and fear; Grace was approaching a subject he both longed for and feared. "I don't think he likes boys."

Grace cocked half a grin; the half lacking mirth, "that sounds like his problem. You two aren't going to ruin this play, sweetie.... Now tell me about what you've done with men."

Juli raised his head, his arm pulling from his eyes, "But... that would be so embarrassing!"

"This isn't a request." Grace had sat up on the couch and, from somewhere, she discovered a switch, twirling it in her fingers.

Juli eyed the switch nervously; pain was one part of bondage he'd never enjoyed, though he'd put up with anything Grace did to him. Honestly, though, he wanted her to embarrass him. He only complained to draw that little sadism out of her, baiting her into pushing against his seeming unwillingness.

"I was at a party... a couple years ago. Still in high school. The party wasn't in my home town, though; a punk friend dragged me off to it, thought I needed to be more social. I pretty much sat on a couch with an empty beer cup all night. Like I said... shy." Juli kept an annoyed tone in his voice but inwardly he smiled, thinking back to it, "then someone came up behind me, started rubbing my shoulders. I looked up and there was this pretty panda boy there. He was purple, kind of punk and kind of femboi... and he just leaned down and kissed me."

Juli felt himself growing hard remembering it, "I followed him up to an empty bedroom. We locked the door and I went down on him." Juli thought back to it, to the tangy flavor of male flesh and slightly sweet pre-cum that dribbled onto his tongue; he hadn't known what to expect and it was surprising both how little taste there was and what tastes there were to be had. He delighted in eliciting shivers and moans from merely tracing lips and tongue over the boy's flesh and feeling the little tugs of muscle and throbs of pumping blood in return. He was glad to be going down on the panda, taking a submissive and feminine role it was hard to find with women and that he was still coming to understand.

When the purple furred boy came Juli was eager to discover what it would taste like. The bitterness was a shock and the semen was much thinner than he'd expected but he took it in stride. The boy's paws gripped the back of his head, pushing the sheep's muzzle down into the panda's groin, fluffy crotch fur tickling his nostrils. Juli felt the hard pulsing of flesh through his lips and swallowed. And then he never saw the nameless boy again.

"That's it?" Grace's words pulled Juli sharply back to reality. He shifted his legs to hide his erection, though he was sure it was too late. "Surely there's been something since? I know plenty of men who would have taken you for a ride, mutton."

Juli shook his head and shrugged, "Shy."

Grace lifted a footpaw, using it to ruffle Juli's curly hair. Sometimes she'd only use her footpaws to show he didn't deserve the attention of her hands. "You poor little thing. Maybe I should tie you down and let a man have his way with you?"

Juli bleated in shock, pulling away slightly. "But... but I'm yours, Captain."

Grace giggled a little, "oh dear... I'm afraid I've never prized monogamy too highly, lass. Is that a surprise to you?"

"Well..." Juli had to admit, "not really. But I'd thought you would want to keep me to yourself, even if you weren't just for me."

Grace thought a moment before answering, "To an extent... you're mine, most certainly, and I won't give you up. But I can give permission. I think I might even rather like to watch a man ravage you...." Grace shook her head at the look of something hurt and fearful in Juli's eyes, "But no, some anonymous and forced encounter for your first time would be terrible. Don't worry about me, Juli."

Before Juli could respond Grace's phone began to ring, playing some song Juli couldn't identify; probably she could go on for hours about the significance of the music. When she looked at the screen to see who it was her brow rose curiously; after long enough knowing her Juli could make out expressions even through the black shroud around her eyes.

"Xuan? Yes, what did you need?" She listened for a moment, nodding shallowly, "certainly. Please come on by." Juli watched her in anticipation while she slowly put her cell away. She kept her eyes averted from him, making him wait as if his curiosity was not expected. She often tortured him in little ways. "You will be going out to a night club with your fellow actors. We must get you changed."

"Oh, uh... no thanks." Juli's ears drooped, "I'm not really into clubs."

Grace shook her head slowly, "I didn't ask if you wanted to go, Juli. You will go. You will get more comfortable with your new friends and you will have fun and you will get over your shyness and nervousness." She stood up, stretching her arms, "now get up. I'm going to dress you."

---

"I've never been in a play with a sex scene before," Damien rambled from the front of the car, his colorful wings awkwardly folded between him and the seat, blocking Juli's view ahead. "I hear they've been all the rage, though. Seems like sex is the only way to sell anything now. No real art left."

Xuan shrugged, "I've never really seen why sex was the one thing we couldn't have in art. You could dance around it but never really do it. Paint nudes or write around the sex or whatever and it's fine, but the moment you actually do the sex, the most basic and primal factor of life itself, and suddenly you're not allowed to even try and be serious about it." The otter shook his head, "I think that's silly. There's no reason one single thing should not be allowed to be art, no matter what."

Juli interrupted, "so where are we going?"

Xuan looked back briefly, eyes unnervingly off the road, "we're picking up Jamal and then we're going to the Crow's Nest." Xuan was wearing a tight t-shirt with a low cut neck that perfectly molded his swimmer's build.

"They bought up the upstairs of the building they were in and turned it into a huge dance floor," Damien added, as if Juli knew anything about bars and clubs, "called it Sparkle Dawg's. Put lasers and fog machines and what not in there. Sounds awesome." Damien wore an iridescent rave shirt unbuttoned half way down, exposing the midline of his chest. He liked to show off.

Juli looked out the window, "Jamal's coming, too? Grace didn't tell me who all was going."

"It's too bad she couldn't come, too." Xuan replied, "said she had a lot of work to do."

Juli suspected that wasn't true; he was pretty sure she was hoping something would happen among them tonight that would solve his and Jamal's problems. He looked down at himself, heavy black skirt trimmed with pink and chain and a blouse with a skull and cross bones on it. Grace's pirate obsession was ever present. He was also wearing fishnet stockings, wool pushing out the openings in bundles, and similar on his arms along with a collection of leather bracelets, some more cuff than bracelet. She'd applied some harsh black makeup to him as well; Juli had never thought of himself as a goth but he made a convincing one now.

Juli was so absorbed in the outfit he hadn't even noticed that the car had stopped. His attention was drawn back by Jamal opening the car door; their eyes met across the backseat and Jamal hesitated before getting into the car. After he sat down he zipped up his tight, black denim jacket as if trying to hide. As they drove he glanced over at Juli occasionally, though briefly. Juli still could not tell exactly what Jamal was feeling. Was he embarrassed to sit next to a boy he was being forced to fake sex with? Was he embarrassed to accidentally find a boy attractive through the deceit of cross-dressing? The two of them remained silent throughout the trip.

---

Once they were in the club things improved little. Juli could hardly hear anyone over the thumping sound of the music and shouting voices surrounding them. The four boys sat at a table, conversation tending toward probing inquiries toward the dance floor, at least for what bits Juli could hear. He wasn't entirely sure how to dance, either the proper version with steps or the seemingly random style practiced in clubs, so he hoped they never actually went out to dance.

Damien was pointing out across the floor, toward an older crow gentleman in a fashionable, white suit. He shouted over the din of music that the fellow avian was the owner, a fact meaning little to Juli. He felt like he'd prefer to be downstairs instead; obviously he couldn't order drinks but the downstairs was less crowded and far quieter than this new upstairs dance floor. Presently, however, the crow began ambling toward their table.

When the crow reached them he bent low over their table, eyes passing from one to the other, "I hope you are all enjoying the new club? I am so happy to see so many people here!"

Damien nodded smartly, "This was already my favorite club, sir, and now it's even better!" Juli groaned at the parrot's transparent brown-nosing, though the music covered the sound easily.

The crow gave Damien a quizzical look, "A little kiss-ass, are you? I like that. I'll get you a round of drinks."

Juli was about to point out their ages but Jamal set a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head. The direct attention, the first from Jamal all night, shocked Juli into silence. The crow gestured for a red panda boy, looking about Juli's age and decked out like a punk. The boy ran off and soon returned with three cups containing some sort of blue mixed drink. Juli could not hear the drink's name over the music and stared at it uncertainly for some time. The few tastes of liquor he'd had in the past failed to appeal to him, after all.

The first sip of this drink did not cure Juli's dislike; the burst of sharp and acrid flavor, swirling with something like fruit and syrup, seemed overbearing to him. He looked up to see the others sipping at their drinks steadily and felt ashamed for his weakness. He continued sipping, stealing himself each time, and by the time he saw the bottom of the plastic cup the liquor no longer seemed so offensive. He actually felt some longing for more as well as a curious sensation of loosening within himself.

Xuan took Juli's hand suddenly, the sheep looking up in confusion as the otter tugged him right off his stool, "Come on, dance with me!" Juli blushed and followed Xuan out. He knew the Vietnamese-American otter was gay but he'd never really sensed anything between them; he'd assumed Xuan liked masculine men. Now, though, they were holding hands and fumbling their way into a dance. Juli watched Xuan's moves, trying his best to copy them even as he watched and hoping no one noticed how patently artless he was at it.

As the song ended Juli found his hands being literally passed to another pair, the hard and scaly skin of Damien's talons closing around his paws. He knew Damien to be straight, and nearly aggressively so, yet they danced without nervousness, at least not of the sexual kind. Damien did not seem in the least bothered, even going so far as to press close to Juli at times, guiding him in the dance more directly and effectively. The macaw was certainly cocky but also used to being in control of others.

The alcohol continued to ease Juli's apprehensions and soon, to his own surprise, found his head laying against Damien's shoulder. Idly he wondered why they were dancing like this; not just why they wanted him to dance and why he was being passed around, but also why this kind of dancing. His impression of club dancing had been, well... haphazard. A constant movement of limbs guided only by some internal engine out of the reach of the uncool. He was glad they weren't dancing like that, of course. Having a pattern for his hooves to follow, once he found it, made dancing much easier and without his hands being gripped in someone else's Juli would have no clue what to do with them. And hips? Juli felt they were probably supposed to do something, too.

Juli almost didn't realize he'd been passed again but for the sudden loss of a body beneath his head and the trembling of Jamal's hands in his own. For a moment he merely stared at Jamal bewildered but soon that gave way to nervousness. From Jamal's eyes and the trembling of his fingers Juli could tell this had been thrust on him just as much as it had been on Juli. His steps faltered and he averted his eyes, feeling as if he were the one forcing Jamal into this awkward situation. Despite his attraction to the boy Juli knew that a straight man being forced to do these things with another boy was very difficult.

"Please, stop being so nervous..." Jamal's warm breath close to Juli's ear quickened the sheep's heartbeat. "And I'll try, too. We have to make this work." Juli looked up into Jamal's eyes and found the boy smiling, admittedly a bit forced, and tried to forget that it wasn't ok to express affection for the uninterested. Juli let his expression soften, smiling at the strong boy's hansom features and pressing in close, letting himself believe that Jamal wanted him. He felt Jamal flinch back just a little but willed himself to ignore it; the alcohol was making that easier than it should be.

Jamal slid his arms around Juli's waist, letting his hips press close, and for a moment Juli panicked. He could feel that Jamal was soft and realized suddenly that he was anything but, his penis having slipped out of its spot tucked between his legs when it grew hard, and he tried to pull away but Jamal held him tight. He ceased his efforts to escape but shame was fighting its way up through him, banishing the pleasant little fiction of the dance.

Abruptly Jamal turned Juli around, the sheep stumbling with a little bleat in response, but presently he was anchored against the Okapi's chest again. Jamal's build wasn't huge but it was strong, more wiry than buff, but compared to Juli's diminutive frame it was dwarfing. The warmth of the boy's frame enveloped Juli while his strong arms crossed over the effeminate sheep's chest, rocking the boy in a slow dance. Juli felt Jamal's erection slowly rise, rubbing up against the cleft of his butt, and rubbed back with a needful if nervous groan. He stroked the Okapi's arms with his hands, closing his eyes happily in the embrace.

Juli's eyes shot open at a cruel and familiar laugh. Molly was standing just a few feet from him, snide and laughing. The cocker spaniel's dress and skirt seemed trendy in a vague way that made Juli feel inferior, like he was just playing dress up. Jaclyn, another actress, was at her side, sneering along with her fellow actress. The tall cheetah was dressed more tomboyish but with uniquely slutty accents exposing too much breast and hip. With deep embarrassment Juli realized his erection had lifted the skirt of his dress noticeably despite the frills.

Finger pointing directly at his now wilting shaft, Molly shook her head. "And that's why little pervert boys can't play girls!" She prodded Jacky with her elbow, inviting the cheetah to join in.

"Who'd he have to fuck to get his role?" Jacky's attempt at mockery, though the kernel of truth stung Juli, revealed her own hang-ups. Jacky's attempt to sleep her way into the best roles was well known all the way down to the orchestra pit.

"Looking for pointers, kitty?" Damien sauntered up behind the pair of girls, "sucking Mabatha's cock only got you a bit part, after all."

The din of the music suddenly shot up over whatever the two girls were shouting back at him. The whole situation was degrading swiftly for all of Damien's good intentions. Jacky was slapping at Damien who seemed completely unconcerned about the assault. As the song suddenly went quiet again Juli heard Molly again.

"... and he's right over here!" Molly was dragging over Epicene, a shy and homely chinchilla girl that worked on the play with them. She was a cute girl but, as was common in theater, the fact that she wasn't gorgeous meant she got cast as ugly girls. It was a niche with plenty of openings no one fought over but Juli was sure it ate away at her, being thought of like that. To wit, even at a club she dressed shy and homely, too unsure of herself to take risks in her dress.

Epicene blushed deeply, her cheeks pinkening through her gray fur and the tips of her ears going crimson, when she saw Jamal pressed up tight behind Juli and the sheep's not-quite-gone erection pressing out his skirt. Juli knew Molly's goal was to hurt him but he mostly felt bad for Epicene. She'd seemed shy around him and he'd wondered if she might have had a crush which this all but confirmed. Some shy girls feel more comfortable around an effeminate, unthreatening man.

The chinchilla girl ran away, the action exaggerated enough to spawn more suspicions. She had probably been dragged along against her will, much like Juli, and likely also had a drink forced upon her. He wanted to go help her but Juli knew he'd only make it worse now.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Xuan was joining in, having extricated himself from a clingy donkey boy in garish clothing who tried to pull the otter back to the dance floor, Xuan's webbed fingers slapping the hand away. "if you want to be a bitch to Juli, fine, you're a bitch. But what the fuck did Epicene do to you?"

Molly scoffed audibly, "she should know what kind of a pervert slut he is before he takes advantage of her!"

"He's with the producer! He's not going to fool around with the actresses!" This time it was Jamal, hands on Juli's shoulders protectively. "Haven't you thought about what she'll do if you keep antagonizing him?"

Jacky gave Juli an appraising look. Apparently his fellow actors had not gossiped away their knowledge about his and Grace's private life. Juli was surprised and suddenly felt much closer to the boys; he hadn't realized he could trust them so much. Molly's lips twisted into another scathing attack but before she could say another word Fabien had descended upon them.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" He strode between Juli and Molly, wings spreading in a gesture of threatening anger like a wall, "Get the fuck out of my club! I don't need this in here!"

"Sir," Damien began, bowing his head in a rare display of deference, "I swear to you, the girl there started it."

"Shut up, kid." The crow's glistening eyes fell on Damien chillingly, "I don't care who started it. This is not happening in my club. Get out of here. Next time you come in, you leave your problems outside."

Foolishly Molly followed suit, "I don't care who you think you are, asshole! This is our business!" The girl seemed to have difficulty understanding the concept of authority and how she didn't tend to have it.

A massive pair of hands closed on her shoulders, a massive white bear suddenly looming over her wearing a simple staff T-shirt. "You need to take a walk, little girl."

"Get your fucking hands off me!" Molly shouted, trying to twist away from his hands and throw haphazard punches at him behind her. The bear simply picked her up like a toy, shaking his head as he carried her away toward the bottom floor and the door beyond.

"I'll sue the shit out of you!" Molly cried at the unshakable ursine, the angry sounds wafting up the stairs to the stunned ring of thespians.

"Anyone else want to tell me what I do with my club?" Fabien's steely gaze drew along each of their faces. By the time they were outside no one was in much mood to hang out anymore.

---

"Can't we just give him Viagra or something?" Mabatha was rubbing his temples in frustration. Somehow directors always felt throwing tantrums was the best way to manage their stress.

"No, Mabatha..." Grace mimicked the gesture, "you can't just go into a drug store and buy Viagra."

"Bullshit! I've heard all about it!" Mabatha seemed to just be yelling whatever came to his mind now, striped tail flipping about with exaggerated emotions "you Americans just take Viagra every time you go on a date! I've seen it in my e-mails!"

"If we give an actor a controlled substance for our play we will go to jail." Grace was reorganizing her script notes just for something to do. "You have to handle your actors in the old fashioned way... by directing them. You know, like a fucking theatre!" Mabatha's anger was usual, but Grace's open hostility had shocked the actors into silence.

"You find a way to get them to act, you tell me about it." Mabatha began walking away again.

"You're the director!" Grace called uselessly after him, "that's your job!"

Grace turned back to the stage, Juli's stocking clad legs wrapped around Jamal's hips tightly. Much tighter than before; the okapi's words from the previous night still hung in his mind. Even if Jamal didn't want him, Jamal wanted to want him for the sake of the play. The boy still seemed embarrassed, but in a different way. Almost sheepish.

"Everyone get out of here." Grace waved her hand to the small gaggle of actors and actresses, "everyone but Juli and Jamal, of course." Everyone began filing out of the hall, Molly casting furious glances back and Epicene keeping her distance from the other girls. The previous night had made everyone quite tense. It wasn't only the sex scene giving them problems now.

It had become their habit to keep the sex scene for last in rehersal, not only because it was giving them so much trouble but because it put everyone in such a bad mood. Typically the other scenes went fine, even when Juli had them with Molly, but today everything was a mess. Mabatha and Grace could tell there was tension between Juli and the cocker spaniel, anger and spite working into both of their voices. Jacky wasn't as bad but every line she delivered to the male actors had too sharp an edge, like she was about to snap at them. Epicene seemed far too shy and couldn't bring up her pitch.

For their part, the male actors were having plenty of problems, too. Damien couldn't help but poster toward Jacky and Molly even when that was the opposite of what the scene called for. Xuan took a catty tone that was all wrong for his character. Both of them were too gentle toward Epicene, as well. Finally, Jamal was acting ashamed in every single scene.

Juli was sure he wasn't doing too well, himself, though it was hard to judge his own acting. The problems they were having were rookie, though, and the troupe had gotten way past them. It was really no wonder Mabatha walked out; he probably thought the play was doomed with the whole cast backsliding. If they couldn't get over these issues the play might really fall apart, too.

Juli could see Jacky head over to Grace for a whispered conversation; whatever it was had Grace laughing at the feline, who stormed off grumpily. After everyone was gone, the cheetah being the last, Grace clambered up to the stage.

"She was trying to proposition me for your job. Said she could share the role with you, take the sex scenes." She shook her head, tail wagging in sadistic mirth, "some actresses...."

Juli offered a weak smile, knowing soon the complaints would be directed his way. "Seeing me, she must know you like girls."

Grace gave him an appraising look, still sprawled onto the couch the scene took place on. "So the girls found out about us? They were all acting a bit weird today."

Jamal cleared his throat as he got up from Juli, the sheep missing the warmth of his body, "I'm sorry, miss Grace. It happened at the bar last night. There was a bit of a tiff with them."

Juli offered only a shrug to comply, starting to sit up. Grace lifted her leg and planted a heeled boot on his chest, pressing him back down onto the couch. "We have things to discuss still, lamb chop. You wanted a chance at the stage and now I damn well expect you to work for it. This isn't a free ride."

Juli's ears folded back nervously. He wanted to tell her he didn't expect a free ride but he knew that would only irritate her. He didn't want to make things worse. Usually he would try to draw a little punishment from her, get her to put him in his place, but she was already on edge as it was. She didn't need any more help.

Her boot dragged down his chest and stomach, the dress pulled up to expose his midriff, and slid over the frilly panties concealing his member. He had managed to hold back his erection this time, cock still pressed down between his legs and held down by a bit of tape. Had he grown too hard the tape would not have held long, though. Her boot rubbed heavy over his bound member, and soon the tape had given up its fight, the panties being distorted by the rising line of struggling arousal.

Juli bleated, squirming on the couch while she pressed down against the stiffening flesh of his shaft, a dull ache spreading through his cock as she pushed it down. "Can't you just close your eyes and imagine it's me with a strap on? I'm sure you'd show plenty of excitement for that, my little ewe." She wiggled the boot back and forth between his trembling thighs and looked over to Jamal, "or is there more to it? You don't imagine me because, deep down, you do want him... right?"

Juli trembled, tried to hold back, but denying her the truth was impossible. He couldn't hold anything back from her when she asked. She'd never demanded it of him yet it was a rule of submission important to him; too much of his life outside of her was about deceit and cover stories. He nodded his head.

Jamal looked away, blushing at the confession. He brushed his hand through his tousled hair and over his knobby horns in an obviously nervous gesture. He was clearly growing uncomfortable. "But miss Grace, I'd much rather pleasure you...."

She drew back her boot with a smile, "If you want to please me, you'll let me put a collar around your neck and follow my orders. And my orders have been pretty consistent; get on top of Juli and act like you want her! Even if you'd rather... pleasure me."

Jamal glanced around nervously and swallowed, "I, uh... I can't say I'm not interested, miss Grace. I just... I'm not sure. About that sort of thing."

Grace nodded, walking over to him and patting his head like a child's, "think about it, Jamal. I'm not kidding about the collar. You're a nice boy. A bit clumsy with your flirting but I could train you into a real sweat thing."

Jamal nodded smartly, clearly too excited to trust his voice, and he headed out the door. Grace turned back to Juli, arms folded and fingers tapping her forearm, "but what to do with you... there must be some way to get you over this." She turned away, pacing the stage, "but I can't think of it right now. Head on out. I need to finish some things here." For the entire time it took Juli to get up and leave she never turned around. The weight of that denial dragged on Juli. He was beginning to fear these professional problems were going to hurt their relationship.

After Juli opened the door he caught it, shut the heavy portal as gently and quietly as he could. He didn't want anything to bug Grace, not even a loud noise. He was going to have to wait outside until she was done. She'd driven him in, after all. Just another little punishment.

Just as the door closed Jamal's hand clamped around Juli's arm, turning him around. Before Juli could make so much as a noise Jamal's lips were pressed against his, drawing the sheep into a long kiss. The okapi's thick lips pushed Juli's thin, glossed ones open and his long, thick tongue dove in, exploring the girly sheep's muzzle. By the time Jamal drew back his lips Juli's heart was hammering so hard his chest hurt.

Jamal looked deep into Juli's eyes, confusion and excitement dancing in the jade globes. "I'm sorry, Juli... I don't know how to handle these feelings. You're so beautiful but... I'm not gay. I really want you, I really do, but I keep thinking about... what's down there, and I get scared of what it means that I want you."

Juli just nodded slowly, trying to understand. He'd been so expectant of a simple answer, that Jamal was simply straight, that it'd never dawned on him that the boy might be more complicated. Really, Jamal never seemed complicated at all, but the mix of desires and uncertainties in Jamal's breathy words were familiar to Juli. He had, after all, spent years trying to reconcile his own desire to be a girl with not actually wanting a sex change. He knew how confusing it could be to want to remain between two categories.

Jamal's hands were running all over Juli's shoulders and arms, over his cheeks, fingers brushing his lips. Juli licked Jamal's finger and the okapi smiled. "I understand how you feel, really... just, stop worrying about the labels. What you want is just what you want. Just be honest with yourself about it and don't worry about what it might make you." Juli kissed the back of Jamal's hand, "it can't make you anything."

Jamal didn't really seem convinced, just as Juli knew he wouldn't be. The idea never made sense until you had it yourself. Jamal was trying, though. The whole situation with the play was bullying him into accepting feelings he'd probably been keeping buried all his adult life. His arms encircled Juli in a tight hug, burying the sheep's head in his chest.

Juli took a quick look around; the area behind the theatre was lightly wooded with no other businesses nearby. They had used the back door, of course, where no one had any business outside of the theatre.

Juli pushed away from Jamal a little and gave him a warm smile, then knelt down, hands fumbling at the boy's pants. Jamal tried to push Juli away, assure him there was no need, but Juli was insistent, waving his hands away. In seconds Juli was pulling Jamal's cock through the open zipper, drawing his heavy testicles out as well. He pressed his nose against the loose sack, breathing in deeply of Jamal's scent, the heavy shaft laying lazily over his muzzle. He'd dreamed many nights since the play practice began about this, wondering how it would smell and what it would look like.

Juli kissed the tip of Jamal's shaft, the uncircumcised shaft keeping the tip hidden for now. He slipped his lips around the shrouded head, letting his muzzle draw back the foreskin and dipping his tongue into the domed flesh. It was Juli's first experience with an uncircumcised man, only his second with a man at all, and the musky flavor within the foreskin surprised him. He swirled his tongue around the enclosed tip, slowly peeling back its fleshy prison. Jamal moaned needfully above him, his hands clasping the back of Juli's head, urging the sheep on.

Juli stroked Jamal's balls in one hand while he engulfed the growing shaft in his muzzle. When he could fit no more he kept going anyway, the boy's sizable shaft sinking down Juli's throat, tight and hot around his swelling member. Soon Juli couldn't hold back his gag reflex and released the shaft, gasping as it popped from is throat, but in a moment he was again suckling on the throbbing cock eagerly. Before long, surprisingly soon in fact, Juli felt the pulsing in Jamal's member that indicated his imminent orgasm.

Juli pulled his head back suddenly as Jamal's moaning signaled the end of the encounter, closing his eyes and letting the okapi's semen spray over his face, ropes of thick fluid stretching across his skin and soaking into his wool. He opened his mouth wide, letting those strands that ventured that way land on his tongue and stretch over his lips. The orgasm seemed to last forever, the poor boy obviously being very pent up. As it slowed down, Jamal shaking slightly, Juli closed his lips around the shaft again, milking the last bits of seed from it. Even after Jamal had gone soft Juli kept lazily suckling at the giving flesh.

When Juli finally drew his muzzle from Jamal's cock the other boy took his wooly cheeks in hand, kneeling down to kiss Juli longingly. When his lips drew back he whispered, "but now you're all a mess...."

Juli smiled, "I thought you'd enjoy seeing it." Jamal, still holding Juli's cheeks in his broad palms, began to lick his own semen from the sheeps face, long passes of his thick tongue leaving Juli trembling. When he'd finished cleaning Juli up as well as possible Jamal pressed his lips back to Juli's, the sharp tang of seed washing over their entwined tongues.

"I didn't expect that." Juli admitted, still breathing heavily in his excitement.

Jamal shrugged, "some straight guys are into it with their own cum." He stroked Juli's shoulders, "but then, maybe I'm not as straight as I thought."

Juli shook his head, "straight and gay are just words. They can't tell you what you should be."

Jamal looked down at Juli a while and smiled, "like how Grace calls you a girl. Yeah, I get it."

"So... what do you think about Grace's offer?" Juli laid his face into Jamal's chest, sighing at the warmth he felt in there.

"Oh, I think I'll take it." Jamal stroked his fingers through Juli's curly hair, "if you don't mind."

"Good." Grace spoke from behind the door, "because your first order is no more sex before the show. I need you two to still want each other on stage!"

---

Jacky clicked her glass against Juli's with a sharp tone. Juli always feared his cup would break during toasts and he was never quite sure why it didn't.

"You did well out there today, Juli. Really." She sipped at her drink with her eyes open, locked on him. She was clearly trying to befriend him to get Grace's favor since offers of sex hadn't worked. She was like a female Damien.

"Thanks." It was all Juli could really manage and she seemed disappointed. There aren't many ways to continue a conversation from so little response. He sighed lightly to himself as he realized how rude he was being; the nervousness of the past weeks had left him quiet and uncertain, hardly like himself. "You're really good out there, too. I bet you'll pick up a better part in the next play."

Jacky looked him over, considering if he was trying to offer her pity or being serious. It was no secret that she wasn't happy with her small role. "Thanks. I'm... working on it."

Juli cursed himself for the poor choice of words; he should have known how insulting that could come off. Jacky really had done well, better than her bit part deserved, and he was sure that Mabatha had noticed. He'd have to avoid her until she did cast in a better role to avoid seeming like he was gloating; actors were, by nature, attention whores and their egos could be awfully thin. Still, though, she had done well.

With all the focus that had been put on the sex scene Juli, and likely some of the cast, had forgotten just how important the rest of the play was. Sure, the sex scene was the scandalous part that would get the gossip going and word of mouth running through town, but the play wasn't about that scene. It was the story that made the play work and the actors who made that story work. Juli was not the lone star of the play and he certainly wasn't the only one who deserved praise.

"Seriously, you did great out there, Jacky." Juli tried to sound earnest but among actors that didn't mean too much. "The whole cast did great. We made this play work. All of us deserve congratulations, including you." Juli wasn't sure how this last attempt worked out. It could have seemed forced and she was unreadable now, suspicious of every word. He finally took his leave.

Juli moved on to join his fellow actors, the four of them having become a pretty close knit group. He hoped they'd be able to work on shows together a lot, though he knew that simply wasn't how a play's cast was selected even in a venue as limited as this city's. He clinked his glass with each of those presented, smiling.

"Glad that's all behind us." Jamal said, watching Juli intently as he sipped champagne. Mabatha and Grace didn't seem concerned about their ages.

"This was only the first live performance," Damien added in. "You two will be getting in position plenty more times."

"If we could handle this then I think we'll be ok in the future." Juli added, eyes locked on Jamal's. He thought back to the stage, Jamal's strong hands pressing down on Juli's arms, warm belly pressed up against his, the heavy rise and fall of the okapi's breaths driving down against Juli, leaving him short of breath, gasping....

"Oh how I envy you, Juli..." Xuan grinned with a wink at Jamal that left the taller boy blushing, looking away. Juli reminisced on the feeling of Jamal's cock, thick and firm, rubbing against him. With Juli's member taped down between his legs Jamal could pretend it wasn't there, stroking his straining boxers against Juli's thin panties.

Juli jumped a little, drawn prematurely from his day dream, by a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find Molly standing in front of Epicene, looking unhappy but not really angry for once. "I want to apologize... for making that scene at the bar. And for not thinking about Epicene's feelings." She gave a long pause, "... or yours."

Juli wondered at where this was all coming from. Had she been bullied into it? Threatened? It certainly didn't seem like something Molly would do on her own. Regardless of reasons, though, she was laying out her pride and Juli could see anger starting to rise at his silence. He wouldn't want her to think he was snubbing her.

"It's ok, Molly." He forced a smile, still trying to figure out how this patently unrealistic apology had come to pass. It was like something out of a bad movie. "Everyone was stressed leading up to the play."

It was an out for her, an excuse he was willing to hand her. He didn't really believe it; Molly had been a complete bitch, well beyond anyone else. But Juli could set his pride aside for the sake of peace. He was already used to setting aside his pride for Grace's whims, anyway. She nodded, curtly, but seemed to regard him curiously before she turned and left. Epicene remained, eyes down but standing her ground.

Juli cleared his throat, "I'm... sorry about that night at the club, too. I'm sorry you saw all of that."

The chinchilla raised her head and shrugged, "I don't know what led up to that... but I know better than to trust what the other girls tell me."

Juli had not often heard the girl talk off the stage. She had a nice voice, like a singer, but she likely had no idea how nice it was. He felt this protective feeling, like he wanted to shelter the shy and innocent girl, to let her think things weren't the way they were. But he owed her reality.

"It... was pretty much how it looked. Or worse, really." He took a sip of his drink, trying to seem nonchalant about it. "I'm sorry, but they're probably telling the truth about me. It's the kind of person I am."

She simply nodded and smiled at him, "I never really knew what kind of girl you were, Juli. And I still don't. Don't worry about me." She reached out and took his free hand in hers, patting the back of his palm. "I just wanted to tell you 'good job'. You're lovely out there." And with that she turned and left as well.

Juli turned back to the other actors, surprised that she'd called him a girl, to find all three of them attempting to seem unconcerned about the overheard conversation. Juli was starting to feel more like himself, the various compliments raising his confidence. He felt a familiar, spunky desire to unsettle the others and be shocking. "I'd fuck her." He grinned and downed the rest of his drink in one gulp while the other three choked on theirs.

---

Jamal was on his knees, naked and bashful. The room was dimly lit, the occasional stripes of headlights through window blinds playing over his white stripes and chocolate pelt. He kept his head down and eyes low, watching Grace's bare feet approach.

Jamal had never been involved in the kind of relationship he was entering into. Juli hadn't really, either, but it came somewhat naturally to him in a way it didn't for Jamal. The okapi was only acting, really; he wanted to do the role well but he only knew how to appear like the role, not how to live it. The distinction was one that he'd have to learn the hard way and Grace was going to have fun teaching it to him. Merely playing the role would be insufficient even for a little fun. There was too much sexuality in even the lightest of bondage to hide what was really inside you. You would be laid bare and your falseness would ruin everything.

Grace clipped a blue and black collar around Jamal's neck, barely managing to get it around the broad trunk even on the loosest setting. Even with his wiry build a thick neck was just part of his species. After tightening the buckle behind his neck Grace affixed the buckle with a lock. Jamal coughed a little, wriggling his neck; it was on tight and he obviously hadn't expected that but he was at least wise enough not to complain.

"Until you've properly learned your place you'll not be able to take the collar off. If you must go somewhere that you can't wear it, then I will take it off for you." She twirled a key around her finger, "I'll only stop locking it when I no longer need to."

Jamal nodded, and leaned forward, pressing his muzzle into her crotch deferentially, trying to stimulate her through her pants. She reached down, the motion so swift it must have begun the moment he moved. Juli was surprised at her reflexes and realized he hadn't been much of a challenge to break if she was capable of such swift and controlling gestures. She took hold of his mane of hair and tugged his head back, eliciting a yelp of surprise, followed by a foot on his chest shoving him back. Jamal tumbled onto his back, squirming in surprise and alarm. She planted her foot on his chest and he, again, attempted to lick her toes submissively.

"No." The sharpness of her voice froze Jamal. "You don't understand how this works. You've seen some porn or something, with men on their knees working to please cruel women? But those pornos were made for men. Men fulfilling their wishes and fantasies."

"I... I don't understand." Jamal looked over to Juli for some sort of help, "I'm just trying to please you. I mean, please my mistress."

"You are my pet, not I yours." Grace lifted her foot from him, began circling his prone form like she was corralling a sheep, cutting off his escape. "I'm not a cruel Domme but I do expect obedience. If I want you to do something for me I will tell you, or just make you do it. It will be on my terms."

Jamal seemed unsure what he had done wrong. Like many men he had a skewed idea of what it meant to serve and obey. He couldn't understand that it did not mean to do things for someone else alone; it was to act by another's will. Juli could see him reconsidering, eyes uncertain and lips trembling to form words he was afraid to speak.

"Right now, what I want is to see you with another girl." Grace reached a recliner and settled herself into it carefully.

"Another girl?" Jamal grew more confused.

"Juli." Grace crossed her legs and waited.

Jamal looked at Juli and back at Grace, "I, uh... it's not that I wouldn't like to, but I've never, you know, had an audience." He chewed his lip, "and I was really excited to be with you finally."

"If you don't stop talking back I will make you wear a gag." Grace's eyes were hard and steady, burning into Jamal. "I've given the two of you an order."

Juli smirked to himself and sauntered over, sashaying his hips with a showgirl's exaggeration. "I knew you were going to start pimping me, captain."

Grace grinned, "Pimping you, eh? I bet I could make some good money on you. Maybe I will take you to a dungeon some time...." This was the first Juli had ever heard about a dungeon but he wasn't going to get distracted with Jamal right in front of him.

Juli knelt down next to Jamal, stroked his cheek. "Shell be really good to you if you stop fighting." Jamal continued looking glum, "you're going to hurt my feelings, Jamal."

Jamal finally smiled, seeming to take some pleasure from Juli's pouting, and raised himself up. "I hope I'm... sufficient. This is my first time, you know... with a... girl. With a penis, that is."

Juli leaned in, rubbing up against Jamal, rubbing his cheek to the boy's before kissing him, "it's my first time... taking... a penis."

A whistle drew their attention back to Grace and Jamal just caught the bottle of lube she tossed to him. He nodded and set it down until it would be needed, kneeling down in front of Juli. Jamal's big hands rubbed over Juli's hips, the sheep bleating while the okapi's snout lifted his skirt, snuffling at his crotch. With his penis still tucked away from the play it was as smooth as a girl's panties.

Jamal's hands slid up over Juli's flat chest, stroking heavily, rubbing through the sheer cloth at his pert nipples. Juli planted his hands on Jamal's shoulders, legs trembling as he moaned. Jamal took the rim of Juli's panties in his teeth and tugged down, carefully and slowly pulling them over his thighs, angling to the sides to carefully work the fabric over the sheep's hips.

"You don't have to," Juli gasped down. "You can just pretend I am a girl."

"Shhh," Jamal responded under the ruffles of skirt draping his head. "You are a girl, no matter what I find. Just let me... explore." Once the panties were down past Juli's thighs they slid easily down to his knees, bundled and hanging loosely. Jamal gave Juli a long lick over his crotch, the tight flesh of his stretched cock trembling under Jamal's thick tongue. It didn't take long for the tape to give, especially as weakened as it was from the long play earlier in the day. Juli's slim erection lifted steadily, nuzzling to Jamal's lips and probing tongue.

Jamal's fingers pinched Juli's nipples firmly, the sheep crying out lightly at the pleasure and pain, while the okapi nuzzled at his balls warmly. Suddenly those hands were taking a firm hold of Juli, guiding him down to the floor below Jamal. The skirt fell from Jamal's grinning muzzle as his long, dark purple tongue licked his lips, settling Juli spread out along the carpeting. He spread the little sheep's wooly legs, kissing each bare hoof once before sliding his naked hips in close.

The size of Jamal's shaft was staggering, more or less expected from his species if for no more reason than what he was related to. Juli was suddenly frightened; even though he'd taken some rather large toys in his time with Grace somehow a real cock seemed more threatening. As he felt it nudge up under his balls and rub at his anus Juli felt arousal and fear building, feeding off one another.

Jamal reached over for the bottle of lube, squeezed out a dollop and rubbed it over his shaft, held carefully in position at Juli's eager pucker. In a short moment, so quick Juli had barely readied himself for it, Jamal was pushing inward.

Every muscle in Juli's body clenched; legs squeezed around Jamal's hips and hands gripped at his head, entwining with hair and knobby horns, his ass savage around the invading girth of Jamal's manhood. Jamal stopped with only the tip inside Juli, whispering assurances. It amused Juli that the boy didn't ask if he should stop, only assured the sheep that he'd be gentle. It bore a forceful quality that set Juli's pulse racing. Juli whimpered a bit, concentrated hard on relaxing, and nodded his head.

Jamal sank in deeper, spreading Juli's poor, belabored ass wider. Juli trembled under the larger boy, his comparatively small dick rubbing through Jamal's pale belly fur, while the massive length sank into his body. Juli took long, deep breathes, easing his nerves at the penetration, and as he calmed down it hurt less. In fact, he marveled at how he could feel every little throb, every little pumping vessel and trembling movement of Jamal's shaft. He wondered if this was how women felt; he'd never heard one say so. It was incredible, to feel so clearly another person's body. Juli felt like they were communicating right through their flesh.

Jamal communicated needfulness, the boy's arousal rising sharply as he was engulfed, caressed on all sides by Juli's tight rump. He began thrusting, quick and hard. Really, there was no other option given the size of the penetrating member. Juli rocked underneath the okapi, moaning and bleating, his vision slowly blacking around the edges. It was simply too intense for him yet he never wanted it to end. His body was being pushed to limits he hadn't been aware of.

All of those limits dissolved into meaningless when Jamal came. The subtle throbbing that Juli had grown so attuned to was replaced by a powerful pulsing that traveled the whole length of Jamal's shaft. The boy's thrusting grew erratic, panicked... faster and less controlled as his excitement peaked. Those massive pulses of muscle drove what felt like gallons of steaming cum into Juli, the seed spreading through his body with a warmth straddling the line between pleasant and burning and yet still the massive shaft was thrusting, spilling more. Juli could feel it leaking out his ass, drawn back by the continuing thrusts. Jamal was only half hard by the point his seed stopped spraying forth but still he kept on pushing in and out.

Jamal didn't stop until the tight contractions of Juli's ass literally pushed the thick, soft member out. Jamal hovered over Juli, panting and nosing down at the sheep, licking at his lips. After a few trembling moments Jamal collapsed to the side, laying next to Juli with his sloppy dick sprawled over a thigh. Juli didn't realize until he saw the strands of evidence mussing up Jamal's belly fur that he had climaxed as well. The intensity of Jamal's orgasm had completely overshadowed his own.

"Oh, you two are good little boys." Grace moaned from the recliner, her tail thumping audibly as it wagged against the recliner. She had pushed her pants down her thighs, a paw shoved between her legs in a not so subtle indication of how she'd kept herself busy during the show. "I think next time... Jamal will wear a shepherdess outfit!"

Jamal and Juli looked over at each other, choking back laughter. The okapi leaned in to kiss Juli again, "You know, I think I love the both of you."

---

"So what have you been telling your parents?" Jamal quizzed Juli. The sheep was stretching up high on his hooves to dust the top of a book case. Grace would certainly check even where people couldn't see for dust. As usual, he was wearing his French maid's outfit during the cleaning hours of the day. Jamal had not been similarly subjected; he wasn't living with them and was too masculine for Grace to want him tarted up.

"Oh, uh..." the subject was a bit tricky for Juli, "I told them I have a girlfriend... and that I'm renting a room from a producer. They don't know it's the same person. They sort of don't know a lot of things."

"What are you going to do when they want to meet one or the other?" Jamal twirled his pencil thoughtfully, hoping something in Juli's story would prove useful.

"Hide." Juli was only half joking.

"Luckily my parents don't live anywhere near here, so they aren't likely to meet anyone." Jamal read over what he'd already written and reconsidered. So far it was very vague, maintaining some parental vision that he was a good little boy. He wanted to be honest... but consequences were ever unpredictable. "But on the other hand, since they can't do much through the mail I don't feel much need to lie to them."

"You should be honest." Juli always felt guilty that he wasn't honest with his parents and he knew, someday, he'd pay for it. "At least, on the parts you should share with a parent. I mean, they don't need a road map of where your dick's been."

Jamal chuckled, blushing slightly. He still hadn't grown used to the fact that he could like a boy if it was the right boy. "I wouldn't put it like that, but I sort of want to just come out and say, 'hey, this is what I like. Deal with it'."

Grace came up behind Jamal, a coffee in one hand and the other ruffling his hair. "Let them think you're pulling a Jacky. Sleeping your way to better roles." She took a sip of her coffee, then leaned down to kiss the bridge of Jamal's nose. "They might not approve but they'll understand."

"But lies get you into bigger trouble later on." Juli flattened his ears, afraid she'd punish him for disagreeing. He knew he was being an awful hypocrite but he never could be brave without someone like Grace pushing him. If he could push Jamal into making the right choice then he'd be happy.

"Oh no, Mutton." She paced over and slapped him on the ass, "a good lie is merely what we call a story and a good story takes on a life of its own. The trick is to become part of the fiction. Don't play the role; be the role!"

"Method acting?" Jamal questioned.

"Of course. Like Juli here," she motioned her hands as if presenting a model, "he doesn't act like a girl, he is a girl. The way you think of yourself makes all the difference. The only true reality is appearance."

Jamal thought long and hard, "So... I need to stop acting like a pet, and tell myself I am a pet...."

Grace grinned, "you might get that collar off sooner than later, big boy."

Jamal felt an odd twinge of regret at that.