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This story was written for Serling as part of his Patreon commission reward for January 2018. It contains sexual acts involving multiple adults of various genders. :3

A Mere Caress

Kendra's fingers grazed the palm of the woman she had been sitting next to on the subway, and the mouse smiled as she rose to her feet, seeing the wallaby's cheeks flush, her eyes widen sharply, and her legs squeeze together. The subway car's breaks squealed as they began to pull into the station, the sound ensuring that only Kendra herself was paying close enough attention to hear the helpless, pleasure-stricken whimper that escaped the other woman as that feeling which had suddenly begun to build up inside her mere seconds before was helplessly unleashed. The marsupial's tail and ears twitched, her toes curled and trembled, and her eyes grew glazed and unfocused as without cause, without any prompting, she was consumed by a violent, uncontrollably intense orgasm.

A handful of seconds later, as Kendra slipped out through the subway car's doors, she could see the wallaby looking around bashfully within, a look of surprise, of embarrassment, but of supreme satisfaction written all over her face. The mouse giggled, and began to look around for another potential target.

For the vast majority of her adult life, Kendra had possessed this ability. Something which at various points she believed to be a gift, a curse, or on days like today simply a way to entertain herself in a world full of far too many people who took themselves and their business way too seriously. She strolled up and out of the subway, sighing happily as the bright summer sunshine shone down upon her plump form, the pale blue sundress she was wearing fluttering oh so gently in a slight breeze. Pausing for a moment as she stepped away from the subway stairwell, Kendra turned her gaze skyward and closed her eyes, letting the sunlight bathe her face as the sounds of the city bustled and mingled all around her. Another moment later however she opened them again, casting her gaze around at the myriad people milling around, on their way to work or other obligations, all hurried in their step and focused on anything but acknowledging one another's presence.

She reached out a hand, brushing it against not just one, not just two, but four or five individuals arms as they walked past, social convention dictating that they entirely ignored the sensation of skin to skin, fur to fur contact. She watched however as the first of their number soon stumbled where he was walking, looking suddenly and sharply around in confusion, in horror and humiliation as the pale, tan slacks he was wearing began to darken at the crotch, cum filling and rapidly spreading through whatever underwear he was wearing. The second person soon crashed headlong into him as their own orgasm hit, too focused on maintaining an appearance of normality as she felt herself squirting, ejaculating into her panties and thus entirely ceasing to recognise that the man in front of her had frozen in place. Another woman cried out in lust as she stumbled into those first two, then a trembling, gasping man practically toppled over onto her, and a final guy did lose his balance and topple onto the prior male, beginning a domino effect that left all five of them in a blushing, wide eyed heap on the ground as they all tried their very best to hide the fact that not only were they convulsing in orgasmic pleasure at that very moment in time, but they swore they could feel the bodies around them quivering, twitching and cumming just the same.

Smirking to herself, Kendra slipped away without any further participation. On the way to one of her favourite local cafes where she had plans for breakfast, she touched another dozen or so individuals as she passed them on the streets. She gave each and every one of them a story to tell, a memory they would never forget, an experience that they might never seek to repeat, or one which for all she knew would begin a life-long obsession with public displays of sexuality. The choice in that regard was theirs, she simply gave them the opportunity, and a few short moments of pure, unannounced, no strings attached ecstasy.

"Morning, Kendra."

The mouse beamed as she slipped into the cafe a short while later, waving warmly to the older woman behind the counter. She approached the tall doe, looking around at the other tables of people already eating their pastries and pancakes and sipping on morning coffee, but didn't immediately place her order. Instead she simply regarded the doe with a playful smile, and nodded as the other woman leaned over the counter a little and murmured to her softly.

"Would you... w-would you like to pay for your meal... personally?"

A handful of seconds later the mouse was being guided back behind the counter, into a rear corridor that no doubt led to the cafe's store rooms, prep kitchen and office. Soon she was in the office itself, and giggling as she heard an audible, lustful moan escape the doe's lips even as she entered in the mouse's wake, closing the door and locking it behind them. Kendra extended both hands, facing the older woman and smiling warmly. She watched as the deer's face flushed crimson, and before her eyes the other woman reached beneath her apron, unbuckled her belt and slid both her trousers and underwear down and off her lithe legs. Darting round behind her desk for a moment, the doe returned with a small towel that she lay down upon the floor and stood upon, only then reaching out with her own hands and nodding back in affirmation to the mouse.

"O-okay. I'm ready."

She wasn't, of course. No-one was ever truly ready for what Kendra had to offer. But still, the mouse was all too happy to give it anyway, especially to such a nice woman, and in exchange for such delicious pancakes. Their hands met. Kendra grasped at the deer's hands as they tightened around her own, and she watched as the doe's eyes widened, she felt the other woman's body beginning to tremble, and a soft giggle escaped Kendra's lips as with an audible gushing the doe threw back her head as a spray of hot, wet ejaculate surged from between her quaking legs and drummed down onto the towel she had placed beneath her. Of course, it didn't stop there. A single moment of contact with Kendra, a mere caress from the mouse was enough to drive any individual into the throes of a full and powerful climax. Thus as Kendra continued to hold onto the deer's hands, as they clutched at one another, the mouse wasn't surprised at all to see every part of the cafe owner reacting ever more strongly and violently to her continued contact.

Grunting, groaning, bucking her hips and fighting just to stay on her feet as her pussy let loose squirt after squirt of rich, glistening juices, the doe didn't just cum once. She felt multiple orgasms crashing over her, overlapping, new ones beginning before the first had a chance to diminish in any meaningful manner. She felt all the tension in her body, all the frustration that came from the long hours she worked and the far less satisfying love-making she engaged in with her husband at home, pouring out of her as she came hard and repeatedly, letting Kendra's impossible abilities drain her, consume her, satisfy her until she ached. Until her body was begging for respite rather than release, and until her mind was so overwhelmed by the sensations of ecstasy that she almost fell not just to her knees, but to the ground in an exhausted faint.

"O-oohhyes..."

Even when their hands parted and the doe did fall to her knees upon the soaking wet towel, she didn't stop cumming immediately. She still felt another orgasm crash through her, whimpering and clutching at her own pussy, feeling her juices dripping down onto her trembling fingers as they only now made any contact with her intimate regions. It wracked her body with continued pleasure for another ten or fifteen seconds before finally the sensations began to abate, and as exhausted, as satisfied as the deer was by that point, she couldn't help but look up at Kendra with longing while she fought to catch her breath, wishing that she wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow morning to feel that incredible sensation again.

Kendra's free breakfast was set down upon the table at which she sat barely ten minutes later, and as the mouse feasted upon her fruit and syrup topped pancake stack she smiled as she noticed the cafe's owner regarding her with affection, with desire and longing. The mouse had a great many lovers who did know about her ability, and it brought her true satisfaction and delight to be able to visit them, please them, and see the adoration and satisfaction upon their faces when she was done touching them. Of course, it wasn't entirely selfless. Through the sharing of her gift with the right people, Kendra had managed to glean for herself far more than just free breakfasts. Going to the movies, buying new clothes and furniture for her home, basically acquiring anything that she needed to make her life more comfortable was a surprisingly easy feat for Kendra, and often she didn't have to spend a single penny to do so. All she had to do was find a suitably willing companion, and offer them a trade instead. A trade just like what she did for Carly to acquire her free breakfast each day.

She truly did love seeing them happy and satisfied due to her actions, but... yeah, Kendra got more than her share of reward from her abilities too.

In truth, were it not for one frustrating aspect of her unique and supernatural skill, the mouse would probably have been set for life. Utterly content, every bit as satisfied as she left each and every person with whom she came into direct contact. But therein lay the problem. Any contact with her, no matter how brief, would make anyone cum. Anyone, that is, except for herself. Thus, reciprocation for her actions was somewhat difficult. Of course Kendra could make herself cum in conventional ways, but for lovers, who would be instantly overwhelmed as they placed a finger, a tongue or any other body part in contact with any portion of her, bringing Kendra to climax was a near impossible task given how much contact it would require, and how inevitably exhausted they would be before they managed it.

The last man Kendra had been with who had successfully made her cum through sex had spent an hour knotted inside of her. An hour locked in constant orgasm, unable to escape and unable to stop. At the start, he had begged her to let him do it. He had sworn that he wouldn't let her down, and that he would love every minute of it. By the end of the hour, when he was finally able to pull himself free, it had already been clear to both of them that this would be the last ever time they were intimate together.

Kendra sighed to herself, now walking through one of the city parks, allowing herself to digest her breakfast in the open air while simultaneously scoping out some new targets for the rest of the morning's fun. She was feeling horny, but she didn't want to go home and masturbate, or indeed to sneak off anywhere privately to pleasure herself. She wanted to touch some hot guy or girl, render them wild with ecstasy of their own, and stand there with them, stuffing either her own or one of their hands down the front of her panties and masturbating herself to climax as she watched them experiencing that ultimate rapture. But, no matter what intoxicating fantasies her mind was trying to convince her of, she knew that the reality would no doubt end up being different. After a few minutes at most, well before she herself was ready to cum, they'd be spent.

The mouse frowned and huffed in frustration, glancing towards the boating lake alongside which she was walking and trying to force a smile back across her face as she saw a cute couple standing side by side upon its banks. A pair of guys, college age, standing hand in hand with their heads resting against one another. She was about to walk towards them, to grant the cute couple an experience that would hopefully bring them closer together in their shared pleasure even if she couldn't find that same shared intimacy for herself, when the mouse noticed another figure approaching them along the bank. She paused, hanging back to let this other woman pass before she made her approach. The newcomer was a German shepherd, and like herself was wearing a light sundress, albeit with a shawl draped around her shoulders in addition. She herself was exceptionally cute, and Kendra was considering maybe wandering over and granting her a good time instead when rather than simply passing by the two guys, the dog stopped directly behind them. She looked around, not catching sight of Kendra thankfully, and as she stepped away from the pair once more reached out and touched each of them for just a fraction of a second upon the back of their necks.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, even at the distance she was standing away from the scene, Kendra heard one of the two men moan in pleasure. The other, a wolf, yelped sharply a split-second later, and then the two of them were looking at one another in shock, in confusion as they trembled, as they shuddered, and as they tumbled into a full on embrace as much to keep themselves standing as anything else, gasping and whimpering together as their bodies bucked against one another in an obvious display of orgasmic pleasure.

Kendra's eyes bulged. A soft whimper of shock escaped the mouse's own lips, and a moment later she was running, her chubby figure jiggling and her breasts bouncing as she raced down the grass that ran alongside the boating lake, fighting to catch up with the retreating figure of the German shepherd.

"Hey!"

She called out after the other woman, squeaking pleadingly as the dog kept on walking.

"P-please, I... I saw what you did..."

The other woman just picked up her pace a little, obviously not wanting to deal with accusations, with some prude who didn't approve of her perceived actions. Kendra knew about that all too well of course, but she didn't know how else to get this woman's attention. Her head was spinning, her mind reeling with the possibilities of what she had just seen. So much so that all she could think to do as she grew ever closer to the German shepherd was to be honest. To show this woman exactly why she wanted to stop and talk to her, in the most clear and up front way she knew how.

"Please. I... I know what you did, because I can do it too!"

She watched the other woman freeze suddenly, but didn't stop rushing towards her. Didn't let go of her plan even as the dog turned sharply, eyes narrowed in suspicion as she regarded the approaching mouse. A few moments later Kendra's left hand was outstretched, and she found herself clutching urgently, pleadingly at the hand of this potential kindred spirit.

Two pairs of eyes widened sharply.

Two muzzles fell open.

Two pairs of thighs began to tremble, and from beneath two sundresses, a glistening trickle of liquid began to run down the insides of two pairs of legs.

"O-ohh god... I... I n-never imagined I'd meet someone else like me..."

Kendra whimpered as she felt herself experiencing something she had seen thousands of times in her adult life, but which she had never before felt for herself. The onset of a spontaneous, unprovoked, violently intense orgasmic release. She stumbled, squeaking in ecstasy, and let loose a veritable sob of joy as the German shepherd caught her with a yelp of her own rapturous shock and delight.

"Y-you're... you're making me... o-oh. Oh yes. Yes. Cumming. I'm... a-ahhhhh..."

They embraced one another tightly, with both intimacy and necessity in equal measure as their bodies were consumed by pleasure. They stared into one another's glazed, pleasure-stricken eyes and panting, huffing, moaning faces. They felt one another's bodies shudder and convulse as their pussies clenched and gushed through their underwear and drooled hot juices out over the grass between their curling toes.

They had so many questions. So much they wanted to know. Though they had only just met this other woman, they were desperate to ensure that they became a part of their life. To seize upon this kinship, and transform it into something deeper. They wanted to sit and talk for hours, to learn everything, to share their own experiences with someone else who would finally, truly understand.

But, before all of that... before any of it, they just wanted to keep on holding each other. To keep on touching, and being touched by one another.

They both just wanted to cum, and as Kendra felt this incredible stranger pressing her lips to her own, and pushing her hot tongue into the mouse's squeaking, whimpering muzzle, that was exactly what they continued to do.

By Jeeves

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