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Chapter 8: Jessi

The next day, Marcus decided to take Chris for a tour of the service district where the shops, parlors, and other attractions of the city were located to give him and his sore ass a rest. Besides, the service district wouldn't be open the next weekend.

For the first few hours of the day, Chris found himself walking with a funny penguin-esque' waddle as he coped with his sore backside. Felix's spined prick had done a number on him, which left him with a slightly swollen anus and sphincter muscles that had the same pain to them as his arms after a hard session of weightlifting at a gym.

First on Marcus' agenda at the service district was Cole's shop. Cole owned the sole adult supply store in the dome and by his own claim was the only 'official' producer of fur pornography in the world, while performing the photo shoots for his own Furton adult magazines in the back of his sizeable shop.

As they entered, Cole never even looked up from a magazine he was going over behind the counter. "'owdy mates, ow's it goin t'day? What can oi do fer yeh?" he greeted them with a thick and quite fake-sounding Australian accent.

Cole was an equine hybrid with brown fur who appeared slightly shorter and less burly than Blake did. He finally looked up from the pages of his dirty publish and noticed Marcus. He dropped his accent after recognizing his friend, and spoke in a more normal manner afterwards. "Ah, hey Marcus buddy, been a long time! What brings you to this dismal pit of erotic degradation?" he asked as he stood to greet his friend.

Marcus laughed and hugged Cole awkwardly before introducing Chris. "This is Chris. He's a new student at the University, and he's down with the club," he introduced with his typical toothy grin.

Cole shot Chris a surprised look. "Really? Participated yet?" he questioned skeptically.

Chris nodded silently and noticed Cole brightened up before donning his fake Australian accent once more.

"Well then mate, you've come to the roit place!" Cole assured before dropping the accent again to laugh as he beckoned them to follow him around the store. "For some reason everyone digs the accent. I figured it suits the business well enough. So, what're ya lookin for? Every magazine in here was shot and published by yours truly. I've got everything from canine vixens to equine studs," he assured as he winked and passively gestured to the horsemeat bulging in his tight jeans when he mentioned the last bit. "Or if you're into the real freaky and nasty, I've even got aquatics and insectoids," he continued as he gestured to more publications.

Chris nodded as he perused over shelf upon shelf of lewd publications. He realized quickly that Cole was right. Every hybrid type of every gender, color, or build Chris could think of had its own magazine and they were all arranged into sections based on the hybrid species and gender. Most of the magazines held solo shoots, which went from fully, if scantily, clothed to nude, which then proceeded to masturbation scenes. Some contained strange sexual machinery the model used to get him or herself to orgasm. Some of the magazines showed two, three, or more separate furs having primal intercourse with one another, which was far more risqué than any human porn magazines Chris had seen outside the dome. Each section also contained small discs with a picture and description near them describing the video shoots of the models for a more realistic pornographic experience.

Beyond the meandering isles of magazines and video discs, they came to the merchandise section. "Everything you see before you is made by a friend of mine right here in the dome. Every toy and machine here is a completely unique and hand crafted masterpiece," Cole boasted as motioned broadly at the merchandise.

Chris browsed shelves of sex toys and machines, while vaguely wondering who had made them. At the beginning of the section, closest to the magazines where they had previously browsed, were dildos that are more standard, pocket pussies, plugs, and vibrators. Most of those were crafted to resemble the animal-like genitalia of the various hybrid species very closely, but Chris spotted a few 'normal' dildos resembling human penises as well. However, they were crafted in much less detail than the rest.

"Most of these are made from actual furs. They are molded from their cocks or by injecting a resin into the pussy to obtain its shape and texture accurately. The human ones are occasionally requested. However, we can't get that kind of merchandise from the outside world while nobody here has yet to offer to let us make a mold. Those scientist types are so prude, y'know?" Cole explained once he recognized Chris' curiosity.

"And how much would you pay if a human did offer you the chance to make a mold from him?" Chris asked with a chuckle.

"I suppose quite a bit. However, there are things more valuable than money around here. Free reign to the shop maybe, if that's your thing?" Cole answered with a wink.

"Maybe someday," Chris replied with a slight blush.

The three turned as the door to the shop opened and in strode an angel. The figure was lit to the point of glowing by the bright sun behind her. After she stepped in from the light, Chris saw her figure more clearly. She was a feline standing at roughly five feet and with a tight lithe body covered in the purest white fur. He noticed her fur rippled as she walked toward them while she moved with power and grace. She wore exotic clothing, which consisted of a strapless green silk tube top around her chest, semi-transparent green pants, which were baggy and loose except where they were bound to her form by gold anklets and a strap around her waist. Similar transparent sleeves covered her arms from wrist to bicep. As she moved closer, Chris could see that beneath her transparent pants she wore a white thong of matching the color of her fur. With her pants so sheer that the edges of her pink pussy lips could be seen on either side of her white thong, she appeared to be naked from a distance.

"Oi, Jessay! Ready for a pho'o shoot, love?" Cole greeted with a hug.

"These two will be joining me, yes?" Jessi questioned with a smile at Chris and Marcus while nodding. She had a voice that was smooth and sultry, with the slightest twinge of a Russian accent.

Chris wondered if her accent was as fake as Cole's regardless of whether it was far more convincing. Besides, the sound fit her exotic appearance perfectly.

"Nah, they're just gonna watch, roit fellas?" Cole answered with a chuckle as he put an arm around her before he walked her to a door at the back of the shop.

Chris and Marcus nodded eagerly, which made them appear like a pair of fools.

Jessi issued a cute laugh as they followed her and Cole into the back room to reveal it a photography studio housing dozens of cameras, backdrops, scattered clothing, and toys.

Cole set up two cameras. One would capture the still photos every few seconds while another would record video and sound in high detail. He directed Jessi to a cleared area at the opposite side of the room, which was empty except for a tropical canvas backdrop.

Jessi was clearly an experienced model who had done this for Cole several times previously and began without hesitation. She immediately began assuming sensual poses, which showed off the perfect curves of her body as she slowly removed each piece of clothing. She kept her gaze primarily affixed on the cameras. However, she occasionally glanced to Chris and Marcus standing in the corner while each of them fondled the rock hard pricks, which they had pulled from their pants. She would occasionally offer a wink or lick her lips when she glanced over to them, which would sometimes draw a reprimand from Cole as he urged her to keep her focus on the cameras.

Once she had stripped off all of her clothing, she laid on her back on the floor while bending her legs at the knees as she spread them apart. This gave both the Cameras and her two spectators a clear view of her moist and bright pink folds.

Chris couldn't help but compare her feline sex to that of the canines he had seen. Jessi's pussy appeared to be similar to what he had observed between Kyra's legs at the club. It was triangular shaped, which greatly resembled the swollen canine pussies he had seen on Leah and others at the club. However, Jessi's feline hole was appeared tiny and tight. If he didn't know better, Chris would have assumed one could barely fit a finger in her, much less a cock. He was convinced its elasticity betrayed that tiny entrance. Chris could also see a tiny, fleshy nub protruding slightly from the forward point of her triangular love box. It took him a moment to realize it was her erect clit. Her clit stuck out more than previously, once she began to use her fingers to spread the small lips to her tight passage. It appeared swollen and hard. It looked almost exactly like a small version of Felix's cock. It was cone-shaped and curved slightly upward. Upon closer inspection, Chris could tell it was covered in hundreds of tiny spines. He could swear each spine was no thicker than a hair and no longer that of fine velvet. He was slightly startled as her fingers pulled her pussy lips apart and clitoral hood back to reveal her erect clit in its entirety. He was sure her clit would measure nearly an inch long. It would be a rough guess from wear he stood, but it could have been as thick around at its base as a pencil would be.

Jessi began striking her clit with her index finger, while using her thumb and middle finger to keep her lips apart. It was softly at first but grew ever more vigorous and occasionally she flicked it hard with her finger while her claw was extended. Each time she did, she let out a combination of a grunt and a high-pitched moan while her hips reflexively bucked at the stimulation. At the same time, Chris could see her tight hole convulsing and gripping at a cock that wasn't there.

Within minutes, Jessi's breathing quickened as her orgasm approached like a runaway train. She let out an erotic cry as an orgasm hit her with full force while she ground her hips forward against air as waves of pleasure rippled through her body and soul.

Chris saw a spray of liquid emerge from her pussy, which spurt five or six feet through the air to splash on the concrete floor. Jessi had ejaculated just as Kyra did that first night he saw her in the ring with the collie. Now he was convinced that it was a trait common to the feline furs. However, he could see more clearly this time. This allowed him to recognize the ejaculate was not coming from Jessi's hole as he had assumed, but rather from the tip of her clit, which pulsated and pulled back into her folds slightly with each spurt it emitted. The display was enough to push him over the edge as well. He shot his own load onto the floor mere inches from where Jessi's had landed. Her puddle was clear and sticky in contrast to the thick white splatter he let loose. Nevertheless, he found his mind wondering if there was any resemblance to an actual feline animal or if the long spitting clit was some sort of scientist's perverted modification, while he panted to catch his breath.

After cleaning up and departing the sex shop with a few free videos Cole had given them, Marcus and Chris ate at a nearby restaurant, which served seafood from an aquarium at its center. As the sun began to near the western horizon, Marcus suggested a visit to the massage parlor before it closed.

Chris had never had a 'professional' massage before, and agreed to give it a shot despite his concern for the expense. After a short wait, he and Marcus were lead to a long room filled with numerous body-sized tables. Each table was covered with a clean white towel and had a hollow at one end to lay your head face down. The attendant was a small statured canine female with golden fur. She instructed them to remove their clothes and pick their tables. After a short wait, their masseuses entered the room.

Marcus was tended by a mouse girl barely three feet tall with silver fur and pale pink ears and a matching pink tail. She had to climb onto the table to use both her hands and feet to knead the canine's back. The scene caused Chris to wonder if she even weighed enough to make an impact on him.

As his own masseuse entered the room, Chris studied her with wide-eyed excitement. She was an aquatic hybrid, which he had only heard about previously. He hadn't actually seen an aquatic fur until now. She stood at roughly five and a half feet tall. However, her height was deceiving, because the lower half of her body mimicked a snake's body. It was long tubular and slightly flattened, which reached out more than six feet behind her. She was covered from head to tail across her backside with tiny emerald scales no bigger than a fingernail, which glimmering reflectively in the light. She had no breasts with different scales stretching down her front side across her abdomen. These began at her neck and proceeded down the front part of her snake like lower half. They were wide and flat with slightly more blue and less green than the scales elsewhere. Just below her pelvic region the wide scales down her front were separated in the middle by a series of the smaller green scales surrounding what Chris assumed was her pussy. It was a vertical featureless slit showing a thin line of pink flesh. The naga-like girl had long wavering blue hair reaching from her scalp down to the small of her back just above where her snake half began. She wore a sort of bulbous glass collar filled with water, which covered the gills to allow her to breath. He could see her five horizontal gashes. He knew instantly the constantly pulsating slits on both sides of her neck were in fact her gills.

Chris noticed her fingers were disproportionately long and thin. He was sure they were three or four times longer than his own were. Each was separated from the next by a thin membrane similar to webbed feet would be. He assumed this would facilitate an incredible swimming ability. The undersides of her fingers were lined with octopus-like suckers. As she ran her bizarre hands over Chris' back, he could feel each sucker adhering to his skin. They held onto him for a moment before letting go. The experience was incredibly relaxing as if she was literally pulling the stress from his muscles as a leech would pull blood from a host.

Chris and Marcus both agreed their massages were over far too soon as the exotic masseuses left as the shop closed, which forced them back out onto the street. Chris couldn't help but comment on the strange features of the aquatic girl, but found Marcus was just as clueless as he was.

"There aren't many aquatics and they usually keep to their homes. They are quite beautiful though aren't they?" Markus replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

Beautiful was definitely fitting, though in a completely alien way. The darker parts of Chris' mind pulled him toward lustful thoughts to imagining sexual encounters with the aquatic girl and how they might turn out as the two walked back to their dorm room. He realized he was more than eager for the next visit to the club. Chris idly noted that he was quickly becoming addicted to these sexual encounters. It was almost as if they were a form of drug.