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A Long Weekend - Part Two

"Teake. T-Teake. Please, open the door."

Even before the elevator opened up, Teake could hear frantic cries and the pounding of fists against what was presumably his apartment's front door. The impala's eyebrows rose as he recognised the voice. It sounded like Sigma. But... different somehow. Louder, like he had somehow managed to fit greater volumes of air into his lungs prior to each cry. And of course, desperate. More painfully and agonisingly desperate than he had ever heard the cheetah sound before.

The elevator door slid open, and stepping out over the noticeable puddle that had been there when the impala entered the metal box, Teake stared in stunned confusion towards his front door and the figure standing before it. Cowled in what looked like a pair of drapes... not just any drapes, but those from Sigma's living room, the grey furred king cheetah hadn't noticed the impala's presence. He was far too busy hammering on the door and begging to be allowed in, while behind him whatever object he was concealing beneath the drapes seemed to shake and tremble. Glancing down at the hallway's carpeted floor, Teake noted a trail of dark spots leading from the elevator in front of which he was now standing to exactly where Sigma had stopped. His eyes widened. Was there... a fish tank under the cloth? Was Sigma somehow in possession of some sort of tropical aquarium, and he was desperate to get into Teake's apartment to... fix it, perhaps? To stop a leak, and keep it from drying out?

"Uh, Sigma?"

At first, even calling out didn't seem to rouse the cheetah's attention. He was so mindlessly focused on the task at hand, pounding at the door and wailing for his friend and lover's help, that he didn't even notice Teake's presence until the impala began to walk towards him, waving his arms as he called out again to the feline male.

"Hey, Sigma. I'm here! I was out at the mall. Actually, I kinda thought I might meet you there. You should have texted m-..."

His voice trailed off abruptly as Sigma noticed him. The cheetah swung round, and as he did so the large object behind him swung too. Facing the feline head on now, Teake gasped and flung a hand over his muzzle. His eyes bulged, and he didn't know whether to cry out in shock, or to giggle. Beneath the cloak of his rich, heavy fabric drapery, Sigma was nude. With his hands hanging in mid air, half outstretched pleadingly towards the impala, the front of his makeshift robe hung open, and the bare fur of his body was revealed for Teake to see. Except... it wasn't quite the body that the impala was used to. Far from it, in fact.

"H-holy shit. Sigma, y-you're..."

He stared at the cheetah's crotch, where tufted fur concealed anything that might have been there, but most certainly displayed his complete lack of a penis, sheath or balls.

And then, his already wide eyes bulging violently, Teake realised an even more obvious fact that he'd missed until now. He could see the cheetah's legs. Or at least, his front legs. Hoofed at their base, but also far larger and stronger than the lithe limbs that Teake was used to seeing upon Sigma's form. Indeed, everything about the cheetah was larger. His chest. His torso. His arms. His head. Even his tail... where it swung back and forth like a whip out of the edges of the drapes cloaking him; not directly behind where the cheetah's body would traditionally have ended, but way, way back at the rear end of what Teake had briefly considered a fish tank. A tail that wasn't sleek and feline, but bearing the coarse, interwoven strands of a long, flowing equine tail.

"You're a... a taur? How the hell did this hap-"

For the third time in three attempts at speech, Teake was silenced by his own shock. This time however the shock was more physical, as with a frantic cry half way between a feline yowl and an equine whinny, Sigma threw off his drapes and bolted upon four heavy, powerful hoofed limbs towards his companion. He grabbed Teake, not just pushing him back against the elevator, but lifting him up off his own cloven hooves with his new size and strength. He lifted the impala to a height where they were eye to eye, and pressed his wide open, panting muzzle close enough to Teake's that their noses were actively rubbing against one another.

"H-help me... Teake."

Sigma whined mournfully, and with his proximity forced Teake to look into his eyes. His frantic, begging, terrified eyes. The impala saw his lover's torment, and though he didn't know the cause nor what he could possibly do to help, he nodded.

"It's okay. I-it'll all be okay. Just... tell me what to do. Tell me what you need, Sigma. And if it's in my power, I'll make sure you get it."

Reaching up as his feet dangled several inches above the ground, Teake caressed the inexplicably multi-limbed and trembling taur across one cheek. Sigma whined, and pecked at the impala's lips in almost heartbreaking gratitude.

"T-take me inside. Please, Teake. Let me in. Lock the door behind us. A-and then... oh god, Teake. You have to help me. I can't. I c-can't do it on my own. This body is too much. It needs too much, a-and I can't... not alone. I need you."

Setting Teake down, Sigma stumbled backwards upon his heavy hooves. He turned, not an easy feat for a figure as large as him in the apartment complex's thin corridors, and displayed his hindquarters to the impala. Teake's eyes couldn't get any wider, but his cheeks burned several shades darker to make up for that fact. He stared at the cheetah's backside, Sigma shuddering as he lifted his tail out of the way to show the impala exactly why and how he needed him. The cheetah wasn't just a taur. He was a taur with a pussy. A pussy that was swollen and soaking wet. Though it was untouched and unstimulated by any visible source, Teake could see it convulsing and twitching in non-stop muscular spasms, and with each of the more substantial squeezes a small flood of liquids either squirted a few centimetres out into the air, or simply flooded down over the taur's already glistening nether regions and began to run down his already sodden thighs.

"Oh god, Sigma."

Teake shuddered, and felt a tremor of lust pass through his own intimate depths. Without another word he half ran, half stumbled forward, squeezed past the taur taking up the majority of the hallway's girth, and fumbled in his jeans' pocket for the key to the apartment's front door. The cheetah needed his help. The cheetah needed the privacy of his home. And more than anything, the cheetah needed his body. A facet that man, woman or anything in between, Teake was always glad to share with Sigma.

The door opened, and Sigma pushed Teake inside like a freight train shoving carriages at the yard. The cheetah must have snatched the key out of the lock on his way in, because he turned once inside, slamming the door closed even as his hindquarters sent the small table upon which Teake normally kept his keys and wallet flying. Teake heard the lock clicking shut, and before he could react to either the brief sight of Sigma's swollen pussy just a couple of feet away from him or the slight property damage the large and cumbersome taur was wreaking on his apartment, Sigma was facing him again and shoving the impala urgently towards the bedroom.

"Make me cum, Teake. Y-you have to. I have to cum. I-it's like I'm on fire. Like I'm going insane. I w-want to. I need to, but I can't reach. Can't do it myself."

As soon as they were in the bedroom, or rather as soon as Sigma was inside, the cheetah span around to face his hindquarters expectantly towards Teake even as he stepped into the room. The impala watched as Sigma hefted the forequarters of his body up onto Teake's bed, raising his backside up and standing upon the tips of his hoofed back legs. Hurriedly, the impala stripped himself bare. He wasted no time on making a show of it, acting more like a Doctor urgently scrubbing in for surgery than a lover preparing to spend time with their partner. But it still wasn't fast enough. He was still pulling off his jeans and the pale green cotton panties beneath them, revealing his own smooth crotch and bare, slightly arousal-swollen pussy, when Sigma wailed and whinnied to him again.

"Teake! Please. You don't understand! Y-you don't know. Oh god... you j-just don't know. I'm not joking. I'm not exaggerating, I swear to you. Please. If you love me. If you care for me at all... j-just make me cum. Do it, _ now _!"

Wide eyed and whimpering in almost fearful lust at the sincerity with which Sigma was screaming to him, Teake did as he was begged. He flung himself forward, trousers and panties still wrapped around one of his ankles, and grabbed hold of two handfuls of fur upon the haunches of Sigma's powerful new body. His face leaned forward, and without further hesitation the impala pressed his face to Sigma's crotch, and wrapped his lips around the plump, protruding, grape sized bulb of the taur's visibly pulsating, throbbing clitoris.

The impala barely had a chance to close his eyes before the first wave of ejaculate sprayed violently out across his pale fur. He could feel Sigma's body convulsing against his hands. He could feel the taur's clit twitching and throbbing more violently than ever as the pussy to which it was attached strained and squeezed. But the only thing that came remotely close to approaching the sheer arousal of feeling such a volatile and substantial flood of juices gushing out over Teake's face as he suckled and licked at the cheetah's clitoris was the sound that escaped Sigma's muzzle. Not a scream. Not a moan. Not a cry or a sob of ecstasy as he instantly and savagely climaxed after so long with his body agonisingly demanding affection. The sound was more of a snorting, grunting equine bellow, and it seemed to make the whole room shake with its deep, guttural intensity.

" Aaahhhhhhhhnnnghhhhhh!"

Sigma's claws tore at the bedding as he flung his upper body forward, thrashing and trembling uncontrollably in the throes of the orgasm his body had been waiting for since its first pathetic attempt at satisfaction using the cheetah's own toys. he grabbed at a pillow, pressing it to his face and whinnying into it with ecstasy as yet another hot, violent jet of his juices sprayed out over the face and muzzle of the man driving his wild, then biting down on it hard with predatory feline savagery. This was heaven. After all he had been denied, all the time he'd wasted not feeling this absolute euphoria, Sigma was free at last. To feel. To experience. To revel in his new body's seemingly bottomless appetite for pleasure.

The more pleasure and lust that surged through his though, the more Sigma cried out not only with ecstasy, but terror too. Fresh and potent fear, as a fraction of his mind was spared from the joys of its pleasure to consider what might happen... what agony would consume him, if Teake were to stop.

"More. More! S-suck harder. Don't... ohhh god, don't let it stop! K-keep me... aahh... keep me cumming, Teake."

It was with a gurgle of his very own glee that Teake eagerly agreed. His face was flushed brightly beneath his soaked face as he continued to focus solely on the cheetah taur's clitoris, the already large button seeming to swell and stiffen even more as he lavished the attention of his lips and tongue upon it. With every gasp for air he inhaled the rich scent of Sigma's juices that clung and dripped from his features, far stronger and more erotically pungent than they had been when the feline was both bipedal and male. Already Teake could feel wetness building between his own legs, and though for now he was too caught up in holding himself tight to Sigma's crotch with his arms now wrapped tightly around the taur's upper thighs, the temptation was rapidly building for him to not only keep the cheetah's pleasure going and growing, but to tend to his own swelling needs as well.

It was hard for the impala to tell when he was making his lover cum, or more accurately when one orgasm transitioned almost seamlessly to the next. For what had to have been at least four or five minutes he had been suckling upon Sigma's clit, and the taur in turn had been drenching Teake's face with wave after wave of his ejaculatory, orgasmic juices. Yet with every scream, every whinny and rumbling, frantic bellow of pleasure, the cheetah seemed only hungrier and more desperate for Teake to continue. This was proven without question when eventually, countless back to back orgasms later, Sigma threw back his head and shrieked in simultaneous rapture and anguished frustration.

"Fu- aaahhhhh... Fuck! N-not enough. It's not... ohh god, I need more. To be fucked. To be... aahhhyesss... filled. I need you inside me! Please. Please Teake, fuck me!"

It was like he had forgotten. Like he didn't know, or was too crazed by lust to remember the simple truth of Teake's physical biology. Male as he may have been, it was utterly impossible for the impala to fuck the taur in the way he was obviously implying. He could use his toys, sure. But he doubted they'd be big enough, nor real enough to grant the seemingly heat stricken feline what he was looking for. The warmth, the intensity, the pounding force of a male buried deep inside him.

Unless...

Teake's already bright red face flushed ever more so as a thought crossed his mind. Something he had always wanted to try. Something he'd always wanted to do... or have done to him.

Pulling his face away from Sigma's crotch, muzzle hanging wide open and catching the last feverish spray of the cheetah's continual production of orgasmic juices, Teake huffed and groaned softly as he took a shaky step back to regard his lover's backside. Sigma's legs were spread wide to grant him maximum access, and though it had only been seconds since he had stopped sucking and feasting upon his swollen clit, the taur's hoofed feet were pawing and stamping at the carpet as he threw his head back and wailed in desperation. his pussy convulsed and squeezed once more, not in orgasm but in near-orgasmic frustration all over again. he was more desperate, more needy and unsatisfied than ever.

And then, he felt it.

Sigma's breath caught in his throat as he felt something push against the opening of his soaking wet pussy. Something thick. Warm. Powerful. he whined loudly. his tail thrashed and whipped its myriad horse-hair strands through the air. his clawed fingertips tore yet more holes in Teake's sheets, and had he still possessed toes, they would have curled urgently down into the carpet as he felt one of the impala's fists sliding with what was actually relative ease into the waiting, desperately needy depths of his feminine form.

"M-mhhhhh! More!"

He sobbed happily as Teake's fist pushed into his up to the wrist, the impala delivering a few teasing strokes in and out, groaning deliriously with joy as Sigma's pussy slurped and sucked loudly at his hand with its soaking, squeezing inner muscles.

"More!"

He wailed as the impala pushed himself deeper, letting loose his own bellowing cry of pleasure as his free hand fell between his legs, starting to rub urgently at his own stiffened clitoris while he shoved about half his forearm into Sigma. Drawing out to the wrist and plunging himself back in again, Teake delivered five rapid thrusts to test the cheetah's limitations and sensitivity. He grinned, crying out with delight in a voice that was totally and utterly overwhelmed by Sigma's roaring whinnies as he climaxed violently yet again. Hot juices sprayed out across the underside of the male's arm, yet more gushing out around the limb buried deep in the taur, and a considerable quantity of ejaculate soaked Teake's lean belly.

"Deeper! Harder! Give me more , Teake! Yes!"

It wasn't long before Teake was fisting Sigma right up to the elbow, the impala actively leaning against the left side of the taur's buttocks as his right limb swept forcefully in and out of him. Drawing out still to the wrist and then diving deep once more, Teake felt worried he was going to be too rough. Push Sigma too far with the force he applied as he drove himself in and out of him. But no matter how hard he pushed, no matter the level of strength he applied Sigma seemed unbreakable around him. At least, physically so. Mentally speaking the cheetah had been broken from the moment he felt Teake's wrist slip beyond the limits of his swollen, dripping outer lips. his brain was mush. his heart was a fiery ball of glowing molten plasma. And his loins were the ocean, pouring forth the liquid expression of his ecstasy like the tides in spring.

Through Sigma's latest myriad screams and snorting squeals of orgasmic rapture, Teake was pretty worked up himself of course. The fingers of his left hand were a blur upon his own clitoris, and he cried out alongside his lover each time he squealed and squirted in mindless appreciation of all he was doing to and for him. He rocked his hips back and forth, almost humping at his hand as the cheetah taur's juices soaked his arm, his midsection, and through all its dripping and the rivulets running through his soaking wet fur, a substantial portion of Teake's own lower body too. This was so hot. All of this. What Sigma looked like. How he was feeling. The way he was able to make his feel, and how looking at his lost in such wild and bestial lust made him feel in turn.

"D-don't stop!"

Next time those familiar words rang out, it was Teake, not Sigma who wailed them. The impala's fist and arm moved faster than ever, and he began to focus on those particular spots inside Sigma that provoked the strongest and most volatile reactions when they were struck or teased. His eyes were heavy and half-lidded, and his free paw upon his crotch had graduated from clitoral stimulation to driving two fingers feverishly in and out of himself as he stood upon bowed, spread legs, probing urgently against his own sensitive g-spot.

"Keep... aahhh... keep cumming for me, Sigma. You know you need it. You know you want more!"

His tempting, taunting cries sent the already lust crazed cheetah taur's body into overdrive. Now not only did it physically crave endless and eternal ecstasy, but atop that there came the fevered demands of the one for whom Sigma would have done anything at that moment in time. And of all the things he could ask of him... of all the infinite possibilities that Teake could have requested, each and every one of which Sigma would have granted were it possible... he asked his to cum harder. To cum faster. He asked his for the privilege of continuing this very same act, not just now, not even just as long as the cheetah taur craved it... but for as long as he could bear it, long beyond any conceivable point of basic satisfaction.

It was hard to believe that just hours ago, Sigma had been dreading the rest of this weekend. The potential agony of his own denial and frustration, without anything to do or occupy his time for the following three days. When now, here with Teake, and the impala's arm buried elbow deep in his squeezing, squirting pussy, a long weekend together didn't seem nearly long enough for either of them.

"Teake!"

The cheetah taur shrieked in joyous rapture to the man he adored.

"S-Sigma!"

The impala whined happily as he felt his inner muscles convulse, and his body launching him into the same rapturous headspace as his lover.

Together they came, Teake's first alongside the latest of countless climaxes to strike Sigma. And together, entwined in love and carnal, shameless lust, they howled.

"_Aaaaaaahhhh y- yes _!"

By Jeeves

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