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The musical had been fantastic. A song-infused adaptation of Robocop had sounded like a really dumb idea, but it was Broadway, and sometimes the weirdest things just worked. The energy level from all the actors was really high, and the satire was strong, and of course, there was Tidam Strong as the lead actor. He didn't have to downplay his Australian accent for the role - so damned sexy. Half of the women in the audience were really there to see him.

Including me. No big surprise there, since I was also a kangaroo, but I could see the appeal that other women also had for Tidam. He had strong, broad shoulders, tight abs that showed through his short, white belly fur, and a rich, red fur that just reeked of masculinity. His black-tipped tail swayed precisely as he walked like he was in complete control. He'd even learned to stride in a way that didn't look goofy, unlike me.

Like all 'roos, I had really big feet. Unlike the other mammals, we always _seemed_a little less like people, and a little more like animals. So I was teased in school. I would hop from place to place, using my tail as a third leg, because my feet weren't really made for walking. Except for a few features: various bone lengths, musculature, etc, we looked just like your standard feral kangaroo. And when the other girls were developing breasts...all I had was a pouch.

Tidam apparently had survived the teasing and become one of the most famous actors in Hollywood. Sure, he was known for his action flicks, but I knew he was better than that, and Robocop: the Musical proved me right. There was plenty of action in the production as well, but his dry wit with the business satire and on the nose jokes about musicals coupled with his astoundingly beautiful singing voice proved that Tidam Strong was a triple, or maybe quadruple threat.

So when I'd heard about the radio contest I called in right away - free tickets to the opening, plane fare included? With backstage passes! And somehow, some way I was the seventh caller. Of course I knew that Tidam had grown up in the Waghiwoori Tribe of Australia, before moving to California at the young age of twelve. Two tickets, just like that, one for me, and...

One for my husband, John.

In the thrill of the musical I'd almost forgotten about him. The empty chair beside me was a lot less interesting than Tidam striding around in shiny steel armor, jumping across a gap in the set theoretically caused by a rocket from one of the ED-209s. At first, the Samoyed had agreed to come, but he'd backed out at the last minute. I'd asked our son, David, also a fluffy white dog, but he had a basketball game - to watch. He was just as unathletic as his father.

Which I suppose is why I'd fallen for John. He didn't tease me like the others, because he didn't have a leg to stand on. Always rather short and nerdy, we'd hit it off on our first date, and it just went quickly from there. After two months we were as good as engaged, though we didn't make it official to our parents until he proposed when he turned eighteen. They weren't happy, and they were even less happy when they found out I was pregnant...at sixteen.

But it had worked out in the end. John got a good job programming and we lived in a nice mobile home on Plum street in southern Indiana, and David was chasing after girls with a very strict set of guidelines. I worked...at home, watching T.V., cleaning up, cooking dinner. With a high school diploma, it was hard to get a meaningful job. Sometimes I wonder what I would have chosen as a career if I hadn't gotten knocked up 16 years ago.

I tapped my foot impatiently, the line of people slowly shuffling out of the theater being way too slow. I clutched my backstage pass in my hand, not wanting to miss a single minute with the cast and crew - particularly with Tidam. He'd been my first crush, a strapping, powerful 'roo even at the age of twenty. Now, he was 38 and I was 32, and he'd been in three dozen blockbuster movies and I was a stay-at-home mom.

Finally.

The milling crowd of satisfied fans parted just enough that I could push my way through to the lobby, quivering as I approached the roped off doors guarded by a Doberman. New York, like most American cities, was populated mostly by dogs. In my green dress (to accentuate my grey fur), I definitely stood out from the crowd.

The dog stared at me, but when I lifted my pass from where it dangled around my neck, he gave me a curt nod and removed the ropes and ushered me through.

At first there was a long, mostly empty hallway awaiting me, dim lights spaced intermittently high up along the wall. I crept forward, walking as carefully as I could on my big feet. I didn't want any of the cast or crew to give me the look - when they saw a kangaroo hopping. My ear twitched, able to hear the bustle and noise down the hall, which seemed out of place in the darkness. I suppose during the musical, this place was dead silence other than the shuffling of actors, make-up artists, and set pieces.

I took a deep breath as the roar of sound grew closer, lights beaming through the cracks in the door. Carefully, I turned the knob.

"Hey! Great job on the transitions - the audience never waited more than ten seconds!"

I blinked, eyes barely adjusting to the blinding light of the back rooms. People were everywhere, and it didn't take a genius to realize that the loud voice in my ear wasn't talking to me.

"I finally hit that high 'F'!"

"That's what all those practice shows are for - I bet with all the adrenaline you never miss it again."

"What are the papers going to say tomorrow?"

"You kidding? Tidam nailed_it. _I was laughing my ass off, and I've seen it two dozen times!"

"Hey, pass me that wine -"

"Our first backstage pass - what's your name, miss?"

"I just can't stop smiling. I gotta call my mom!"

"Miss?"

My eyes blinked, focusing on something new, right in front of my face, my ears swivelling to detect the thok, thok, thok of furred fingers snapping. "Oh!" I gasped, "You're talking to me?

"Yeah, what's your name?"

Dazed, I looked at the fennec fox and said, "Lizzy Benson. I, uh...won a radio contest?"

The fennec placed his arm around my shoulders, turning to face the rest of the room, and yelled, "Hey, folks! This is LIZZY BENSON," though how he could have heard me in the din of the room I'll never know. With those big ears, I imagine he could hear the crowd milling in the lobby fifty feet away, much less my mousy little voice.

To my surprise, the room fell nearly silent in seconds, and all eyes were on me. I froze, heat instinctively rushing to my face. I fiddled with my purple backstage pass, my big, doey ears flat against my head.

The fox continued, "I want you to give her a really warm welcome, because she will the be first of many - this show is going to last for _years_folks. Great job!"

Everyone applauded, but they were applauding the fox, or maybe themselves. He waved his hands to shush everyone up again, and he asked me, "How'd you like the show, Lizzy?"

"Oh...my..." I said, glancing at all the faces. There were horses and dogs and foxes and even leopards, but I didn't see any marsupials. "W-where's Tidam?" I blurted suddenly.

Everyone laughed, and my blush deepened. The fox let go of my shoulders to double over in a guffaw, then straightened up and said, "Looks like we know who she's _really_here to see!" Another round of laughter, but it was all in good fun. I took a deep breath and started to relax. The fennec leaned in and said softly, "He's probably in his dressing room; they're back that way."

"Thanks," I nodded, smiling at everyone. I hadn't planned on finding Tidam right away, though I wasn't leaving until I met him, but now I felt like I kind of had to go. With an awkward wave, I started to walk toward the dressing rooms.

"Knock first!" the fox laughed, and the whole crowd went right back to talking, drinking, and calling their moms.

Wow, you are such a teenager, I chided myself. I had a husband and a sixteen-year-old kid, but I was blushing like a girl on her first date. I guess Tidam had always had that effect on me. I was just remembering all those sleepless nights, staring at his poster on the wall. Now I was finally going to meet him!

The noise began to dim a little as I left the celebration, as did the lights. The dull hum of the few fluorescent lights began to take over. I snuck a hand into my purse, pulling out a mirror like I hadn't done in over a decade. I straightened my fur while twisted awkwardly up against a stage light, redoing my mascara and mixing a little more red into my eyeshadow (to match the pink skin that peeked out at the base of my ears. I didn't _want_Tidam to think of me as some housewife.

For once, I was glad that John wasn't here.

We'd had a big fight about it when he'd backed out a day before the opening show. He had to know how much I was looking forward to the trip, since I talked about it every day, but he said "something came up" at work, and no matter how hard I tried to convince him, he just wouldn't come. John is my best friend, and being unable to share this trip with him was devastating.

I couldn't help but wonder if it had more to do with another little 'disagreement' we'd had. John wanted another child. Now, after sixteen years! Sure, we were still young, but I was looking forward to spending more time with my husband, and less time carting David around town I'd never really connected that much with David, whose interests were almost entirely science fiction and video games. Maybe if John had wanted a little girl ten years ago, but now...?

Come to think of it, he hadn't backed out until a day or two after I reluctantly admitted that our plans for the hotel room were going to have to change. My heat had come early, and John _hated_wearing condoms. I guess they interfered with his knot? He told me that he might as well not have sex if he had to wear a condom.

I guess I could imagine his disappointment - we rarely got a night to ourselves with David raiding at home all night, and we were planning a romantic date. I just _know_he wanted to ask me again if we could just take the risk and let fate decide. Maybe the argument about his work was just to avoid another argument about a baby?

Then just talk_to me!_

I cleared my head. Now wasn't the time to worry about John. I was supposed to be having fun backstage with my childhood idol! Taking a deep breath, I lifted my hand to the door, titled "Robocop".

Knock, knock!

I heard a muffled, masculine voice inside call out, "Come in!"

My heart was racing. It was really him! I watched my hand reach for the doorknob as if it belonged to some entirely different person, almost in a blur. I was a teenager again, cooing over the boy heartthrob. I opened the door.

And revealed Tidam Strong, gazing quizzically at the door, completely naked.

...

I gasped and dropped the handle, which only made the door swing shut against my shoulder. The lights inside the dressing room were dim, but I could see everything. His bright, white belly fur, his rippling shoulders, his taut abs. I saw the way his red fur blended perfectly into the white, which faded to grey on his face, ears, arms, and feet. My eyes widened as I glanced where I knew I shouldn't - his widespread legs. What had always been revealed only in my imagination now lay bare in front of me: his tight balls, dangling just a few inches above his fat, white sheath. His thick, red tail curled down and back, stabilizing the middle-aged actor as he blinked at me.

We stared like that for a full three seconds before I gasped and hopped backwards, letting the door swing the rest of the way shut. Sealed off from him again, I was hyperventilating. Why had he said 'come in'!? Oh God, oh God...

"Hold on!" the voice came through the door. "Let me get something..."

I wanted to bound down the hallway and pretend this had never happened. My face was burning and there were tears in my eyes, and I was that little girl all over again, standing in front of the school as they all made fun of my flat chest. 'Roos could really move when they wanted to! I clenched my paws so hard they hurt, but I didn't move.

"Sorry, sorry! Come in!"

I had to physically force myself to reach again for the door handle, pretending I wasn't scared. I was a responsible adult, and this wasn't even my fault! Taking another gasp for air, I opened the door.

This time, Tidam was wearing a simple, brown towel, wrapped around his crotch. He'd tied it rather hastily, but firmly to the side. I tried not to flatten my ears as I said, "I'm sorry Tidam, my name is Lizzy, and I have a backstage pass...?" I held up the purple badge.

"Almost forgot tonight was the real thing, mate," he said, his smooth Australian accent even thicker than usual. He looked a little different than in his movies, and I noticed there was a little grey fur showing around his nostrils. I still pictured him like his 20-year-old poster, but here he was in real life, without the make-up and lighting to give him that Hollywood edge.

He was still hot as hell.

"Do you normally hang around backstage, naked?" I asked, trying to use humor to deflect my rapidly beating heart.

Tidam chuckled, leaning against the dresser, completely unrattled. I wish I could have his confidence. The red 'roo said, "It's nice to relax outside of the armor," motioning over to the helmet, chest, and other parts of his Robocop costume. "It can really start to chafe."

"I can believe that. Heck, I don't even like to wear underwear," I exclaimed, before realizing exactly how that sounded. But honestly, U.S. shops designed all their clothes for the most common species, and I'd never yet found a brand of 'roo panties that fit comfortably around my large thighs.

"Are you wearing any now?" he asked with a grin.

I wasn't, but I wasn't about to tell _him_that! I glanced up at him, my mouth shut, and he took the hint. At first, he tried to pretend like nothing happened, saying, "If you get a tailor, he could make a nice, snug pair for you. It's worth it, trust me."

When I was silent, he looked a little embarrassed, scratching the back of his head as he said, "Sorry, usually when a cute, young 'roo comes to talk to me, they appreciate a little flirting. But you're not like them, are you?"

I held up my left paw, showing him my wedding ring. Still - he thought I was cute? "Married, with child. But I _was_like that. God, I was such a huge fan of you before I met my husband."

"But not anymore?" he joked. "They do say my 2000-2002 films were my peak."

I glanced around, ears perking up. "Don't you have, like, bodyguards or something? What if I were some crazy person?"

The huge 'roo was easily twice my weight, and two feet taller than me, but I could have a weapon in my purse. He just chuckled, and said, "They must have forgot tonight was the real deal, too. First public show, first backstage passes. I should call them, but for you, I'll make an exception."

I smiled. "I thought you were done flirting."

"Sometimes I can't help myself," he grinned. "Want a drink, mate? Normally there's only water back here, but for opening night, I snuck in a bottle of champagne." He opened a dresser drawer, where the bottle in question was buried beneath some clothes. The director must be really serious about alcohol!

"I'll pass, but I wouldn't mind a seat."

He waved his hand casually at a chair by the wall, which I took while he found a rather more substantial seat and pulled it up to the small, circular table in the middle of the room. In his hand, he held the bottle, and two wine glasses. He only filled his, though, leaving the bottle on the table as an open invitation.

"Shouldn't you be with the others, celebrating? And I'm sure I'm not the _only_backstage guest that wants to talk to you," I said, scooting my chair to the table. I should have offered to let him finish getting dressed, but he seemed perfectly comfortable in a towel, and I wanted to respect his wishes. And I didn't mind the view...

"Strange as it sounds," he said, taking a drink, "I don't really like big crowds of people. And if the director asks, I can honestly say I was talking with the public. How'd you like the show, anyway?"

I laughed, "It was actually really funny. You took yourself just the right amount ot seriously for a musical about a robotic policeman. And the action! It was just like in the movies, but right on stage! How did you even do some of those stunts?"

"Oh? You liked the stunts? Which ones?"

"Well, when you leaped over that chasm after the rocket explosion. Didn't that singe your fur? How did they get those lights to flash on your armor, like you were getting hit by bullets?"

He laughed, taking another drink. "It's nice to see you appreciate the really hard work, but I can't take credit, mate. I have a stuntman who did the really tricky stuff. My insurance agent wouldn't even consider me doing my own stunts."

I blinked. "How did you do the switch - I couldn't even tell!"

Tidam shrugged. "You'd be surprised how easy it is to trick an entire audience. Some of the walls in the set could flip, and while something exciting was going on elsewhere in the set, I just slipped through and Casey took the stage."

"What about in the movies - do you have a stuntman then, too?"

"Heh, since 2002 I do. Maybe that's why my movies started to go downhill."

I shook my head. "They didn't! I really think you've been getting _better_since then. Even the romantic comedies. I know they get panned by the critics, but so do _all_rom-coms."

"You're just saying that, mate," he said, smiling.

"I'm not! I promise," I said, reaching over for the bottle. I was feeling positively giddy, and maybe campagne wasn't such a bad idea after all. The bubbles soared to the top, but when I took a sip, it was room temperature. Oh well, the price of smuggling.

Talking to Tidam was so easy and comfortable, I could hardly believe it. I'd finally met my girlhood crush, but it was like talking to someone at the grocery store. He appreciated how much I knew about his movie career, but he also got around to asking about my life. I kept it short and simple, not really wanting to go into my teen pregnancy. He could probably tell that I had been a pretty young mother if I had a sixteen-year-old son...

I reached for the bottle again, but this time it was empty. How much had I drunk? Probably less than half, considering the strapping man sharing the bottle with me. I didn't feel sick at all, just relaxed. We'd been talking for almost an hour now.

"You know, you're really easy to talk to," Tidam said, echoing my own thoughts. "Usually the backstage fans are giddy little teenagers with a crush on older guys. Or maybe on guys with lots of money. I have all sorts of polite little phrases I pull out with them, but I don't have to, with you."

"Ha," I laughed, "I'm just better at hiding it than them, because I'm married. You know, old or young, you're bloody 'andsome." Odd, I grew up in the midwest. His accent was positively addictive!

"Yeah, 2009 sexiest man alive and all that. But it's nice to hear from a real person, even if you're just being polite."

I flattened my ears. "I'm not. I had _so_many posters of you when I was thirteen - sometimes I would just stare at you, frozen on the wall, and I had this life-sized portrait that I'd practice kissing on. I was just as empty-headed as the other girls."

"I doubt that very much," he said.

I shook my head. "I used to daydream about what it would be like to be with you, what you'd look like naked, I even pretended we were dating. And when I started sleeping with my boyfriend, it was _you_I was thinking of."

Tidam chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Sounds like we were really close. If I was your boyfriend, then it's almost like you were _cheating_on me, mate."

I could only grin at the thought of my husband being 'the other man'. Tidam had a point though - when I was a girl I was really committed to him.

"And now you know first hand what I look like down there," he added.

My eyes widened, remembering again how this pleasant conversation had started. A blush rushed to my face, and I stammered, "S-sorry. It was only a few seconds!"

Tidam smirked, sliding his chair back. My eyes followed him upward as he stood, using his thick, red tail as a support. "In that case, want a closer look?"

I laughed, but noticed that his hand was on the hasty knot. I blinked. "You're serious?"

But no, he was joking. He smirked again and said, "You've pictured it often enough right? Might as well see it in person."

I rolled my eyes, but played along. "Well, alright, but I don't think my husband will approve."

Tidam said, "He isn't here," and loosened the knot. Before my eyes, the bright white towel fell to the floor, leaving his creamy fur behind.

He wasn't joking.

My jaw dropped, face first and only a couple feet away from Tidam Strong's rippling abs. My eyes drifted down without my consent, seeing for the second time his plump, white balls and his thick sheath - only this time, there was something pink sticking out of it. I realized that I was holding my breath, my lungs already starting to burn as I stared at the curved tip of Tidam's cock snaking slowly out of his sheath.

"But I -" was all I could say, gripping tightly to the round table in front of me until my fingers hurt. Th-this isn't happening!

But it was.

Tidam Stong, the top-grossing actor in 2015, was naked in front of me, popping a boner...for me. Lizzy Bennet, flat-chested, clumsy, _primitive_Lizzy, was turning Tidam on. If only the girls in middle school could see me now!

"How often," he began, "did you finger yourself, imagining me?"

"A...a lot," I admitted, dumbstruck. Even more of him swelled free, curling out of him. I know some women liked to joke about how ugly and disgusting penises were, but I'd never felt the same way. And this wasn't just anyone's dick. Tidam.

He continued, "How many times did you cum for me, squeezing down around your fingers?"

"I - I didn't. The shower worked better...my parents always complained about my long showers..."

Grinning, Tidam asked a third and final question. "How often do you picture _me_when you're making love to your husband?"

John. My cute, fluffy Samoyed husband. Suddenly, I wasn't just a schoolgirl awed by the hottest guy in the world. I wasn't just Lizzy, I was Lizzy the wife, Lizzy the mother. What was I doing!? I loved my husband!

Throat dry, I replied truthfully, "_Every_time." I'd never slept with my husband without Tidam running through my head, particularly the night we'd conceived David. As much as I loved John, he wasn't really attractive to me. Not like Tidam.

That is why, when Tidam said, simply, "Lock the door," I didn't open it and leave. I didn't stammer 'I'm married!' and run away. Instead, I locked it, fumbling for the mechanism, and turned back to Tidam desperately, as if I were afraid that when I looked back, everything would return to normal.

His pink cock was fully swollen now, poking out beneath his hefty balls before curving upward to make an elongated 's'. I knew that he was shaped perfectly to compliment me, slipping up one of my three, inner passaged at just the right curl. John couldn't go nearly as deep. I shivered, just looking at it, the musky aroma beginning to seep into my nostrils.

"Do you want to touch it, mate?"

"Oh God, yes," I whimpered, inching forward on my hands, perfectly stable on my long hind feet. Now I could smell it all the better, _snuffling_loudly at the tip, already leaking with a few drops of cum. Slowly, trembling, I reached out with a paw and grabbed the straight part in the middle of his cock, squeezing the slippery red 'roo cock.

Tidam grunted, but made no move to interfere. I extended my tongue to taste his seed, making him groan softly, but I surprised him by rubbing my head against his length. I nuzzled him, covering my face in his masculine scent.

"That's new," he stammered.

Only then did I give into the urge. I pulled my head back, throwing caution to the wind, and wrapped my lips around his tip.

"Nnggh!" he gasped, tossing his head back as more and more of him disappeared into my eager muzzle. This is Tidam Strong, I thought to myself. A once in a lifetime chance! And I had him literally by the balls.

My hand slipped up to cup his firm sack, rubbing him gently as I began to suckle powerfully on the top half of his dick. I could feel his tip tickling the back of my throat but I held my position, bobbing up and down his curved length. My nostrils were positively overwhelmed with his scent, egging me on like I'd never felt before. For that moment, John and David were gone; there was just Tidam, me, and his salty cock.

I could tell he was trying hard not to grab my head, rocking back and forth on his tail, his hands tightly gripping his elbows. I'm sure such a rich and famous actor wasn't used to surrendering control, but he did it for me, letting me decide how to lick, how to gulp, how to stroke him. I pushed my head down, letting him slip into my tight, warm throat, until my nose was pressed up against his sweaty sheath, just inches below his wrinkled balls.

"Uggh...Lizzy!" he gasped, which only made me work harder. To hear the man of my dreams calling my name...I was in heaven.

Gently, weakly, he rocked his hips forward, and I could feel his slippery cum start to spill into my mouth. He was right on the cusp, but he was groaning too much to warn me. I didn't care. With a sudden squeeze of his balls, I sent him over the edge, _gulping_frantically as he began to pump his seed straight down my throat. I pulled back now, letting the next heady spurt fill the back of my mouth, coating my tongue. I caressed his churning orbs, unable to swallow fast enough to prevent him from overflowing, his cum spilling down my chin onto the floor.

I guzzled every drop I could, filling my belly with his seed. Sadly, it wasn't long before his arms uncrossed, and he was pushing my head back, his dick shuddering and overstimulated.

"God, Liz, that was...intense!"

Licking my lips, I looked up at him skeptically. "I'm sure you've had plenty of girls of all species give you a bj."

He laughed, but said, "Yes, but not quite like this. They do it because they think I want it. Honestly, I think you enjoyed that more than me."

My heart was racing. Was he right? Finally having the opportunity to live out my fantasy was definitely a thrill. I could tell I was wet, dripping between the legs. "I doubt that."

He smiled down at me. "Either way, I think it's time you got a little payback."

I gasped. Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? A blowjob was one thing, but I'd committed about as much adultery as I had a mind to right then. And besides, "I can't - I'm in heat." He might have already known, though our scents were nowhere near as strong as our feral ancestors. Still, a trained nose would know.

Tidam just laughed. "That's not what I meant."

"Then what -?" I asked, wide-eyed, but he was already on the move. He hopped past me, sliding his hands down to my wide, grey tail. He pulled it up, which forced me forward onto my front paws. My dress was pulled up by the tail, and before I could protest, Tidam's head had dipped below, and I could feel his hot breath against my swollen, pink cloaca.

"You really _aren't_wearing panties," he said, stating the obvious.

"Tidam, wait!" I gasped.

"You sure?" he asked. "Fair's fair."

I clenched my eyes shut, and said, "O-okay." Half-a-second later, my head was tossed back, and I was moaning.

His lapping at my opening felt almost exactly like the shower head. I was transported back in time, every morning, when I placed the flexible shower head upside down by the faucet, and backed up over it. I'd always imagined it was Tidam, licking at my slit, and now it was. I shuddered, swaying back and forth on my long feet.

"Nnnng!" he protested, flapping his arms.

I glanced back to see that my green dress was draped down over his face and eyes, making his job that much harder. Without a second thought, I reached behind and unclasped the dress, tugging it forward over my head until it lay in a clump on his dressing room floor. Now _I_was completely naked, too, along in a room with Tidam Strong.

With his new access, he went way beyond the random spray of shower water. As wonderful as that had been, when Tidam worked his tongue up and inside of me, it was all I could do to stop myself from cumming then and there. Even as it was, I was squirting juices all over his face and head. Tidam just licked faster, _gulping_it down.

"Aah - AAH!" I gasped, reaching forward to grab Tidam's chair to stabilize myself. I held on for dear life, bouncing up and down against his busy tongue. One glance was all it took to see that he was moaning, his dick hard again. What on earth was I going to do when he wanted more?

"Tidam!" I groaned repeatedly, knowing that my willpower was fading fast. I squeezed hard around his tongue, revelling in the way he curled up and inside me, teasing my inner passages. I leaned all the way forward, planting my paws apart, spreading my hind legs, and lifting my rump until my tail was the tallest part of me - perfect mating posture.

In the shower, I would have adjusted the head as my fantasies shifted and I pictured Tidam climbing on top of me. Usually, I lost it right then, only seconds have picturing him inside me. This time, however, his tongue followed me up. He knew what that posture meant, his hands rubbing my tail as I hiked it to the side.

"Don't have a condom," he said simply.

I felt his hands shift to my wide rump, fingers running through my grey fur. Just like I had imagined a thousand times before, Tidam began to cover my back, his creamy belly fur resting heavily on my spine. He was so much larger than me, he barely rested any weight on me, most of it supported by his own large feet. I felt paralyzed, but I couldn't let him go any further. What about John? What about David?

"J-just...pull out," I shivered, giving up completely.

I felt him slide his paws over my thighs, holding me in place as he shifted his hips, pressing his belly snugly up against my rump. My tail was curled off to the side, brushing up against his left leg. My eyes were frozen and wide, glancing back at him as he lined himself up, his curved tip pointed straight at my unprotected cloaca.

"Ya ready, mate?" he asked, unironically.

"Y-yes..." I groaned.

"Good."

Such a simple word, but it had so much meaning. In another life, I might have ended up with Tidam, and become his wife. Certainly there was a time when I would have gladly married him. That little girl was finally getting what she so terribly wanted. But the wife, the mother in her knew also that this was a betrayal. Tidam could move on as if nothing had happened, but I would remember this for the rest of my life, every time I picked my son up from school, or looked my husband in the eye.

I loved John - I did. But I couldn't say no to Tidam. Any other man wouldn't get a second glance, but he was my daydream, my fantasy, my perfect mate. I whimpered softly, spreading my legs, knowing that there was no taking back what we were about to do.

With a grunt, he pushed inside me, his thin dick slipping easily into my sopping hole. I couldn't help but shudder as I felt him work his way deeper and deeper into me, poking up and into one of my three passages. Panting, I pushed back against him, helping to seal him inside of me, until his entire s-shaped cock was curled up inside me.

I knew first hand how dangerous what we were doing could be. I knew that Tidam was already starting to dribble fertile pre-cum deep in my belly, and that my uteruses were waiting and ready. It could already be too late, but still I grunted and clenched down around him. "Oh, God!"

Tidam began to piston himself in and out, rubbing my sensitive insides until I was squealing. He held me close, his chest pressed tightly against my back, head just a foot or two above mine. Clenching my eyes shut, I curled my tail over his, wanting to feel him against every last inch of my body.

"God, Lizzy," he groaned. "You're so hot!"

I still could hardly believe it when he said it. Not even John particularly complimented my looks, other than to say I was cute. To hear the barely restrained desire in Tidam's voice only egged me on, and soon, I was bucking my hips up and down, grinding against the powerful male.

I could feel his balls pressing firmly against my rump, starting to tremble in a familiar way. It wouldn't be long now before he would pull out, and I would be left quivering and desperate. How I wanted to give into the sixteen-year-old voice in my head, the same voice that had convinced me to let John take me without a condom - probably nothing will happen, and so what if it does?

I blinked. So what if it does?_John always said he wanted another child. Sure, he might be suspicious if I give birth to a 'roo instead of another Samoyed like David, but that's not proof. I liked the idea of a little Joey, maybe a girl that I could relate to. Maybe the problem wasn't that I didn't want another child, but that I didn't want another child from _John.

That was a dangerous line of thinking, but I was in no position to really analyze my motives. The more I grunted, moaned, and thought about it, the more sense it made to give in completely to Tidam. I could feel him pumping dangerously close to my left womb - it was probably already too late. Why stop such a good thing? I wasn't going to get another chance with Tidam Strong.

So when the actor groaned, "I-I can't hold back...!", I had my reply ready and waiting.

"Then don't! Breed me, Tidam!"

He didn't need to be asked twice. Tossing his head back, he squealed and I felt his balls convulsing against me. Rope after rope of kangaroo cum _splurted_inside of me, his curved tip pressed neatly up against my womb. I dissolved into shuddering gasps, my entire body shaking as I squeezed down hard, milking him of every last drop.

I felt his paw under my jaw, lifting my head up. I followed, curling my long neck to look up at him. He'd craned his own neck so that he was looking straight down as I looked straight up. We only did what came naturally. In the midst of our combined orgasm, our lips met, and we began to kiss.

Locking tongues with Tidam was like a dream, all while he continued to splatter my fertile womb. All those showers, all the times I'd imagined Tidam instead of John paled in comparison to the real thing. I _slurped_lewdly in our adulterous kiss, wondering what would bother John more, the 'roo's _twitching_cock, or the kiss, more passionate than anything we'd ever shared. Our lips completed the circle begun by our loins, and for once, I felt complete.

Only much later did we finally break the kiss off to breathe. I felt so warm and full and happy that I didn't know what to say.

Tidam knew. "Hot damn."

My heart and lungs were working overtime as he pulled away, a spill of cum dribbling out of me onto the floor, proof of exactly what we'd done. I glanced down, shivering at the implications. I don't know if I really believed it, but I said, "What John doesn't know won't hurt him."

Tidam grinned, sitting back on his tail. "He's a lucky man."

Hopping forward, I turned to face my girlhood crush, now the likely father of my next baby. "Not as lucky as I am."

I looked him over, wondering just what was going to stop me from pinning him up against a wall and climbing onto him, when there came a knock at the door.

Knock! Knock!

"Just a second!" Tidam gasped, eyes wide. Quickly, he grabbed his clothes, and I followed suit, sliding my green dress back on. In all, we only took about 25 seconds before we were both semi-presentable, though a careful nose could tell something had been going on. Tidam casually dropped the towel on the floor, covering up the sticky evidence of our misdeeds. He eyeballed me for confirmation, then finally answered the door.

The door swung open to reveal Tidam Strong. Or rather, a very convincing look-alike. It was almost like the door was actually a mirror, two big, red 'roos staring each other over. Except the new one was wearing a t-shirt and pants. At first I was confused, but then Tidam said, "Lizzy, this is Casey, my stunt double."

"Oh...!" I said, finally getting it.

We stared at each other for a few seconds before Casey said, "Well, are you going to introduce me, Tidam?"

That's when I realized I'd left my backstage pass on the floor...conspicuously in a pile. I scrambled to get it, while Tidam said, "This is Lizzy Bennet, the first backstage pass of the show. She wanted to meet, you know? I figured I owe her that much."

"Sure," Casey said, every bit as Australian as Tidam. "The guys were looking for you - wondering if maybe you'd offed yourself after that shitty performance."

"I thought he was great!" I chimed in, only later realizing how Tidam might take that compliment. "In the musical...and everything."

Tidam rolled his eyes. "Casey here just likes to yank my chain, don't mind him."

"Someone's gotta knock the guy down a peg or two. Hollywood can get to your head."

I coughed. "Well, I should really be going. Meet some of the other cast and crew. It was...really nice meeting you, Tidam. I won't forget this, you know. Not ever."

He reached his paw out to mine, squeezing it gently. "Neither will I. Have a safe trip back home."

"Thanks," I said, taking a deep breath.

And, with that, I left. I left behind the life I had once wanted, the man I still dreamed of. When I stepped out of the dressing room, I reentered the real world, ready to return to my simple life at home, with my simple problems and my normal husband I loved very much. But I was different now. It was as if fulfilling my dream had set me free. I felt like maybe I _could_go back to school, get a degree, start making something of myself. Lord knows we could use the extra income. I didn't owe John for miraculously being able to see my inner beauty. Tidam saw both my inner and outer beauty. So I looked different than other girls? I was me.

For years I had dreamed of being Lizzy Strong instead of Lizzy Bennet, but thanks to Tidam, I knew I could be both. I would never be able to repay him for what he'd given me - or for the souvenir he'd left in my belly.

John had been overjoyed when I told him we'd conceived, and a month later, out popped Tina Bennet, a beautiful, little, red joey (though it took a month for her fur to grow in). John didn't know the truth, but I always would. Tina was a Strong, like her father.

* * * * *

I smiled as Lizzy left the dressing room, holding the door open to let the other red 'roo in. Did he know yet what we'd been doing? I scanned his face.

"Pretending to be me again, Casey?" he asked, finally, sniffing the room.

"Can you blame me?" I said. "You've got girls falling all over you."

Tidam rolled his eyes. "You know I don't want that."

I laughed. "But _I_do. That one had a crush on you since she was twelve. What's the harm in fulfilling her fantasy? It's not like _you_would."

"Well, I guess I can't blame her. We _are_fucking hot."

"So was she - literally. She was begging for me to knock her up. If she couldn't get 100% genuine Tidam Strong seed, might as well get some from his twin, right?"

"Jesus, Casey. You let her think I'd bred her? You_know_ we're not really brothers." The famous kangaroo paused, putting his paw to his chin. "What if she tries to get child support?"

I shrugged. "She's got a husband to take care of that. Besides, it's not like you'd match the paternity test."

Tidam nodded appreciatively. "Still, I wish you'd stop doing this. Just how_many girls did you trick while we were working on _Scope Zero?"

"It's not polite to count," I replied smoothly. "But it's safe to say there's more than a handful of brightly colored 'roos running around. I thought you'd appreciate it; rumor is, you're quite the Casanova with the ladies."

"That won't help my real sex life," he said, glumly.

I smiled. "Well, I can help you there, too!"

He stepped forward, and suddenly, we were kissing. He was more forceful than normal, though I attributed that to adrenaline from the successful show. Still, I wasn't about to let Tidam call all the shots. I pushed back, forcing my tongue into _his_mouth, one hand snaking down to grip his balls.

"Tsk, tsk," I said, squeezing gently. "Is this another empty-headed fangirl I see?"

Tidam grinned, ripping off his shirt and wriggling out of his pants. He turned around and lifted his rump, glancing over his shoulder, saying, "Oh please, Mr. Strong. Breed me, please, I beg you!"

I stepped up behind him, smirking madly. There was only one thing to say:

"God, I love you."