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"You're a lot more talented with those claws than I gave you credit for, Kurt. I never thought I'd be so fond of having a feline treat me like a pincushion."

Rainier was used to being cuddled against when he was done with a client, but that evening, he wasn't sure he'd ever be done with Kurt and Jill; he didn't have much of a problem with that, of course, as great of company as they were proving to be.

He always enjoyed his work, but he couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed himself quite so thoroughly.

"It's just in our nature," Kurt explained, keeping his pawpads against the weight of Rainier's chest and rolling his claws back and forth against the natural armor of the canine. "Trust me, this is..._mostly_involuntary, but you should be flattered that I'm doing it."

Rainier snickered, even as he felt delicate pinpricks crawling across his chest. He was getting subtle revenge by keeping his cock buried deep in the felines folds as they relaxed together, but he wasn't content with just trading physical barbs.

Kurt had a bit of an attitude about him, but it was infectious, and Rainier enjoyed having a customer that wasn't afraid to have a little back and forth when the opportunity arose.

"I think I'm more flattered by the fact that I've gotten to experience this with you twice now," he mentioned. "For never having had a guy between your legs before, you sure seem awfully accustomed to it already."

Rolling his eyes and clenching his claws a little tighter in that moment, Kurt wanted to give Rainier a more sinister glare, but as much pleasure as he felt from the full, massive length inside of his passage, he didn't think he could manage any proper anger; certainly nothing that would convince Rainier that he was upset.

"You know, you're not making this experience any easier for me," Kurt groaned. "...Moans notwithstanding..."

"Pretty sure I could bring a lot more of them out of you if I just gave you another quick, hard fuck."

"Pretty sure that you're just trying to prove how dirty your mouth can be so you have an excuse not to kiss me with it..."

It took Rainier a moment to realize that Kurt was trying to make a suggestion, but when he did, he grinned up at his new customer and gave another slow, rolling buck from the hip.

"If you really think my tongue is dangerous when I'm using it to tease you, you'd be shocked at what you feel when I use it to please you."

Kurt gulped: he didn't expect Rainier to respond in the affirmative so easily, especially after the load of seed that was left in him before continued to leak back out of his petals...but he could see it already that the husky was serious about his offer.

"You don't mind cleaning up your own mess like that?"

"Canines do that kind of thing all the time," Rainier explained. "Some old wives' tale about how it's supposed to help with fertility if you lick the excess back into your bitch."

Once more, Kurt tried to gulp, but his throat was dried out with arousal at the prospect of being taken by such a skillful tongue.

If Rainier was able to perform even half as well with his lips, he was going to be in for quite the treat, and there was plenty of time left for him to learn all the different ways that his unique anatomy could be teased, thanks to Rainier getting the rest of the night off.

He wasn't going back out on stage...but he was going to be working harder than he had in a good, long time.

"I'm not sure if that's gonna work on me," Kurt admitted, but he wasn't at all opposed to the idea of letting Rainier give his bodice a try that way; if the husky was kinky enough to drag his tongue through a trail of his own mess, he wasn't going to stop him, even if he was a bit too timid to admit that he was eager to try such a thing. "But if you're that inclined not to waste any of it..."

"Less worried about the waste," Rainier murmured. "More worried about giving you a sample of the kind of pleasure you can receive when you're not just having your hips pounded into dust. If this was your first time going for a ride on a proper male, I'm guessing you don't have too much experience with someone putting their tongue down there, do you?"

Kurt's eyes kept drifting to the side: his attitude was ever present, but Rainier kept coming up with ways to make him feel more bashful than he knew he could.

"Almost none," he quietly admitted. "And I suppose you've had your head between more thighs than a delivery nurse?"

Rainier snickered. "Clever thing to come up with on the fly, but...you might be onto something with that one. I've spent plenty of time with my head in such places; yes."

After squeezing around his member with an involuntary clench, Kurt was excited to give other parts of his body a chance to grab at the monstrous canine, but he didn't think that his thighs would be able to respond with the same uncontrollable level of vigor as his inner workings.

He had no idea what a dedicated lover the husky could be, whether or not money was involved...and when there was no payment to be worried about, he decided to properly cut loose and enjoy himself.

"If you're offering-

"More so suggesting," Rainier cut him off. "But you'll wanna get up slowly...there's...g-gonna be a hell of a mess once this thing spills out of you."

The seal created between them by the weight of Rainier's knot was layered with a fluid sort of pressure, sitting just beyond the weight of that thick, twitching lump, but Kurt didn't have a proper appreciation for just how much of a puddle he was going to leave behind until the husky's body allowed for their bodies to separate.

With the knot retreating slowly and their bodies relaxing, Rainier let out a soft groan of delight, feeling one last squeeze at the end of Kurt's passage, followed by the quiet speeeew of his load pouring out behind the tip of his cock.

"...There's that much?" Kurt asked, shocked by the sheer volume the canine was able to produce. Just seeing that much and knowing there was an even greater amount within his body, he was shocked, but it gave sound reason to the bump that formed at the very base of his stomach, right where the rest of the seed was settled. "How do you keep on making so much, dude?"

Grinning wide, Rainier wasn't afraid to show how proud he was at his own performance. "Something about canines, I guess...we always rise to the occasion, and we're pretty well known for giving more than most people can take. You should really be proud of yourself for being able to handle so much cum...I honestly thought you were gonna burst."

"Very funny."

"I'm only kinda joking," Rainier claimed. "You're a slender thing, less experienced, kinda rough around the edges...but I'm having a wonderful time buffing those edges for you and helping you learn a thing or two about yourself."

Kurt wasn't thinking of the evening as a journey, or an act of self-discovery. From start to finish, he was struggling to see it as anything other than a purely hedonistic act, but hearing those words gave him pause, even when Rainier slipped out from under his tired, quivering backside.

Settling on his knees and taking advantage of the natural position at the edge of the couch, Rainier put his tongue to work before Kurt had a chance to realize what was going on, and the new sensation of a slick, heated muscle rolling over the entirety of his folds forced him to slap his paws over his own muzzle; he couldn't think of any other way to keep from crying out.

"You know, for being new at this, you sure seem to have a guy between your thighs all the time," Rainier teased. "At least, when I'm around..."

The husky didn't much care about the fact that he was cleaning his own mess from the spot with every pass: he'd been made to do much kinkier things than that over the years, and he quietly enjoyed the fact that he was the one taking the reins with Kurt's maiden voyage.

There was something entirely thrilling about the idea of being the first one to show someone the kind of bliss that could be had when a skilled tongue was gliding up one side of their petals, taking the briefest pause to swirl around the hood of a tender clit, before smoothing right back down the other petal.

"Y-you...really...h-have to keep t-talking like that...?" Kurt tried to protest, but his words were being derailed in ways that he never imagined possible. He knew all too well the kind of sensitivity that came from his new anatomy being touched or played with, but he wasn't used to someone as dedicated as Rainier.

The husky was taking his time in a way that only Jill had ever done for him before, and the physical aspect of that commitment was bearing fruits of bliss that Kurt would be more than happy to gorge himself on, even if he was a little shy about admitting it.

"I don't have to," Rainier admitted. He paused in place near the erect nub of Kurt's clit, letting the whisper of his words tickle the leopard in a subtle vibration, all while the brush and tickle of his lips moved above and below the spot with his every sentence uttered. "But I can already feel your legs starting to tremble against the edge of the couch, so...it'd be kinda pointless for you to pretend that you're not enjoying it."

Kurt narrowed his eyes, but with another long, slow brush of a wide tongue over his most sensitive nub, those orbs winced and his teeth gritted tight.

Feels like I'm gonna cum, but there's something missing? Does he know that? Kurt wondered. But if he just keeps doing it, maybe I'll get there?

There was still plenty for the feline to learn about his transformed bodice, but he hadn't realized the difference between clitoral and vaginal orgasms yet: he hadn't experienced the former, and didn't know the difference in sensation between that and the latter.

The same way he had to learn how to properly touch himself when he still had a penis, he had to learn to listen to his body anew...and there was a certain level of complication that came with being able to be teased and stimulated from so many different places.

"Who said I was pretending anything?" Kurt asked. He fought off the stammering in his voice, but every word came out with hurried desperation when Rainier narrowed the tip of his tongue on the needy clit and danced around it with rapid precision. "I'm not...t-trying to hide...a-anything!"

"Mmmmhm..."

The sound was so long and thick and even through the tiny bit of the husky's tongue, Kurt could feel the greater vibrations, spreading out from the center of his clit and leaving even further sensitivity in his folds.

He thought it was simply going to be a spreading tickle, but the husky was every bit as skilled as he was dedicated, and pawpads were sitting at those tender labia, giving each one a series of slow, brushing strokes, teasing the flesh with a touch that was incredibly gentle.

Given the size and strength of the husky, it was nearly an _impossible_delicacy.

"Nothing gets past you, does it?" Kurt asked, realizing that the husky was going to see right through his cold exterior. "Except a little cum, apparently..."

Much as he was reluctant to admit it, Kurt was delighted by the sight of Rainier's own seed pouring down the underside of his chin: the greater dedication to the clit and the top of Kurt's bits meant that plenty of excess was escaping under the brush of his tongue.

For having such a plentiful mess on the fluff of his neck, Rainier didn't seem bothered at all by the waste...and he was already thinking about the next load that he was going to leave in the lucky feline, even if he had a feeling it would be the last one he could manage for the night.

"I'd say that you still haven't quite figured out what a 'capacity' is," Rainier paused, licking the natural, delicious arousal of the leopard from his own lips. "But I'm looking down at how much you've already spilled, and...yeah. I don't think your body has figured it out anymore than your mind."

"Not like there's a gauge on the inside that tells me when I'm full."

"You sure about that? Have you looked?"

Kurt's eyes rolled so hard that he nearly gave himself a headache.

"I mean, I've gotten pretty deep in here with my tongue, but I don't think I've felt any gauges yet..."

" Dude , are you trying to kill the mood for me?"

Once more, Rainier pulled his tongue back, collecting the delightful flavor of the feline's petals. "Still feels pretty wet down here to me...and if your toes were digging into my back any harder, I think I'd be bleeding right now."

Kurt didn't even realize how hard his toes were curled until he unclenched them: his claws retracted and his face went flush as he came to understand just how responsive his body was to being treated with such a skillful tongue.

"...Okay, m-maybe I was enjoying that a little bit , but you still tried to make it weird for me.'

"A little levity goes a long way to helping someone relax, and I think you'll find it a little easier to enjoy playing with your clit if you ever learn to do that," Rainier explained. "I understand that this is all kinda new to you, but trust me...the best thing you can learn to do in the bedroom, no matter what you're packing down here, is to relax and trust your body to tell you what you're enjoying."

It was sound advice, even if Kurt thought he was going to need a little more time to properly apply it.

"Not sure a joke about a gauge inside my pussy is the kind of levity I needed..."

Rainier chuckled. "Of course not," he agreed, "But you weren't quite on the cusp of an orgasm just yet, anyway. I wouldn't do that to you if you were shaking like a leaf on a tree and trying to crush my skull with your thighs."

"And if I want you to get back to work so I can feel that?"

"Well...do you want that ," Rainier asked, "Or do you want to see how much we've both got left in the tank?"

Kurt knew from his experience with Jill that she could go multiple times in a row without a break, but most men had a refractory period that kept them from going on a proper, marathon run with their cocks.

Rainier didn't seem to have that problem; the tip of his member was already starting to emerge from the sheath again, and the leopard swallowed back a nervous lump as he saw fresh precum dripping from the tip.

"I'm starting to feel like you might be the cat in the room," Kurt joked. "You're only halfway through your nine lives...but that's the only explanation I can think of, at this point."

"It's amazing what a body can do when you train it properly, and I've had years of training," Rainier explained. "I know I said I was getting tuckered out earlier, but...that was when I thought I had other customers to prepare for. Now that you two are my whole evening, you get to experience my whole effort, too."

As much as he would have been happy to grab the back of Rainier's skull for a quick tug, Kurt didn't think he could pass up on another opportunity to take his favorite seat and wiggle himself into place.

The weight and depth of the canine's knot were already burned into his memory, and if he was being given the chance to experience them one more time, he was going to take it.

"Does that mean you were holding back a little bit before?" Kurt asked, cocking a brow with a certain height of expectation. "Kind of a bold thing to admit at a time like this, isn't it?"

"Don't think of it as holding back," Rainier told him. "Think of it as knowing that I had another game to play later on, so I was giving it my best for an hour here, and then an hour there...and now, you get to have the best of both hours."

"Pretty sure we're on hour three by now."

Rainier grinned: he was delighted to hear Kurt loosening up a little bit and embracing the relaxed attitude of their evening together. "Has it already been that long?"

"Almost that long, anyway."

The answer didn't come from Kurt, but from Jill: she was just stirring back awake from her tiny nap, but the eager smirk never left her muzzle.

It was only growing wider when she saw the river of excess seed that had spilled from her boyfriend, and the prospect of getting to watch the next round was exciting enough for her to bring a pair of fingertips to her lips: she was going to race them to the final finish line, and this time, she wouldn't be holding back on their behalf.

Just knowing she'd get to watch was enough to get the juices flowing again, but that little bit of saliva that dangled between her spread fingers was just as much for Kurt's visual enjoyment as it was for her own practical use.

"I think she's gonna show you a good time later on," Rainier suggested. "Guess that means your decision has been made for you!"

The pair seemed to be on a wavelength, and the encouraging glance of the doe was all it took for Kurt to slide back on the couch cushions, making just enough room for Rainier to prop himself up once more and slide into place.

Rather than leaning back this time, the husky sat upright before the leopard and patted his lap, revealing just how much of his length had already emerged: two-thirds of the impressive cock were waiting for Kurt to claim once more, but the rest would be quick to follow, once the feline finally squirmed down and settled into place.

"I was gonna do this anyway," Kurt jabbed back, his eyes darting between the eager gaze of the doe and the welcoming sight of Rainier's lap. "Not like the decision had to be made for me."

"Judging by how much wetter you look right now, I'm pretty sure you're glad that she did make it for you," the husky claimed. "Got a soft spot for a kinky girl that's willing to take the lead?"

The combination of Rainier's tongue bath and Kurt's natural arousal created a delicious sight, but one that was difficult to discern the proper source of.

It was easier to climb into place and thin his lips at the tease than it was to try and defend himself, and the slow, easy drop of his petals onto the tapered tip of a canine cock was more pleasurable than anything Rainier ever could have said in reply.

"Can't give away a-all of my secrets yet," Kurt finally did respond, but only when the head of Rainier's manhood was parting his folds with delightful, narrowed pressure. He recognized the other benefits of the husky sitting upright immediately: he was easily able to reach up and drape his paws over the thick, wide shoulders of the canine, aiding his body and taking some of the effort from his legs. "I'm sure you haven't yet, e-either..."

"Not even close," Rainier agreed. "But you two paid for my company and my cock...not my secrets."

It was a fair counter, but what was hardly fair was how curious that left Kurt about the man that he was bedding: the husky was cocky, yet friendly...enigmatic, but there were just enough pages of his book left open to read between some of the lines.

He was naturally alluring, and he could tell that Jill felt the same way about him, but their bodies could only keep up the pace for so long before they needed to take a break.

Jill's nap was evidence enough of that, but they still weren't sure they'd ever find the bottom of Rainier's tank.

"Feels like your cock is your b-biggest secret," Kurt joked. Hoping to keep that little bit of his playful attitude alive to the very end, the leopard was grinning wide and gritting his fangs again, but he wasn't as worried about hiding the sheer bliss in his expression, anymore; he knew he could trust Rainier to put his pleasure above all other priorities. "And I'm happy to keep it...t-this time..."

Squirming his way down to the base of the of the shaft, Kurt was disappointed not to feel the pressure of the knot against his petals, but he knew he had to work that enticing bulge out of the husky's body.

It was a labor of love, and his affection was becoming more and more evident as his claws raked down the shoulders of the canine, leaving trails in the fur that spoke of his struggle.

Whether it was a greater struggle to fit the entirety of the cock inside, or to keep from climaxing the moment that his backside planted in Rainier's lap was his own secret, and if Rainier was going to keep a thing or two from him, he was going to return the favor.

It was easy enough to keep from spilling the details when sitting there was enough to force him to suck in a heavy, quivering gasp.

"If you really think you can keep it," Rainier murmured. "You know I'd welcome you trying..."

Scooting closer and getting the best view she could of the action, Jill paid more attention to the sight of Kurt's petals spreading and accommodating the husky than she did to herself, finding that the show was every bit the pleasure, if not more than the delight she garnered from fingering herself.

Getting to play with herself was always an enjoyable time, but adding the layer of a show to the act was a treat that she was quickly becoming addicted to; she wasn't the only one developing a taste for it, either.

She could already see the look in Kurt's eyes when he felt the weight of that bulge kissing upon his petals, and the delicious stretch of his body spread all the way up to the peak of his clit, where the pressure and mass became too much to keep quiet about.

"I'm...g-gonna..."

"Gonna keep it?" Rainier asked, cutting him off to keep his words ambiguous. "I don't think you can...feels like I'm gonna break you half, little guy."

"Gonna...c-cum... gonna cum!" he corrected the husky with a loud, overt cry, throwing his head back and screaming out with such bliss that Jill's attention was drawn to the passion in his expression. "Holy fuck...it's so big... t-too big...but I need to feel it one m-more time!"

Claws sunk in deep to the thick, toned flesh of the husky's shoulders as Kurt bucked himself against the bump time and time again, riding Rainier with all the effort that his feline body could produce. He knew he was at the end of his rope, and he couldn't imagine that Rainier had much left to give, but he wouldn't stop bucking and squeezing until every last drop was drained from the canine's balls.

If he had to wait a moment for him to catch up, he wasn't going to do it passively.

"Look at that...I think I can see the knot against your mound!" Jill mentioned from the sideline, pressing her paw against her boyfriend's pubic bone and following the pressure up to the base of his tummy. "And I can feel his cum...you really took the wind right out of his sails, baby!"

Rainier's head was rolling back as he tried to contend with the sexual awakening of the leopard, but after three rounds and an exhausting shift beforehand, he was finally left with nothing to give, save for the low, canine growl of his orgasm and the voluminous release of the same.

Up close and personal, Jill felt the weight of that juicy load against her cheek; blinking at first and giggling when she realized what was happening, she leaned back and watched the boys at play, eager to see the last gasp of their sexual frustrations being released.

"Can't remember t-the last time...I came like that..." Rainier confessed, knowing that he'd stretched the feline to his limits. "Whatever you did inside there...t-that was one hell of a ride, Kurt. Feels like I should be the one paying you right now."

Slumping against the husky, Kurt was too exhausted to do much more than giggle in place and feel the continuous pressure of jolt after jolt of canine cum, pouring into his vaginal passage.

"I'd say not to abide his addiction, but...I kinda wanna see how far he's willing to take it," Jill confessed. "Such a cute little cum dumpster..."

The trio shared a brief giggle about the title, and that night, they shared a quick shot of whiskey together to the new friendship they'd forged, and the promise of getting to see each other again very soon.