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I struggled to find my way toward her. This world was clouded in an icy dust, pushing me in any direction it chose. I navigated only by watching our two dots inch closer together, pulsing faster and faster. The dots blinked so fast they became solid. I looked up from my screen, and Jessica was standing near the doorway. Her fur was blown around, making her look even more shaggy in person.

The twilight air was purple. Its glow seeped over us, over the towering assemblies our company had landed from orbit. Her irises glowed with that same vibrant hue. No one bothered with outdoor lights anymore. Everyone either had the body augments to see in the dark, or they, like me, avoided going out.

She grinned. “Phillip!"

“Jessica! I- It's so good to see you!"

She wrapped me in my first hug in years. She was a blanket of fur and muscle. It didn't feel like hugging the Jessica that I had known. But all the same, I let my head rest against her shoulder.

Jessica pulled away, patting my arm roughly. “You must want to get inside?"

I laughed. I felt like I had been caught. “Please!" I said.

We stepped through the first of two sets of doors. I took pause, pulling down my mask and taking off all the fabric on my extremities. Jessica waited for me. She wore just shorts and a sweater.

“Have you been here before?" she asked.

“No, but I get the jist," I said.

I had spent ten precious minutes figuring out the place before we met up. The restaurant didn't have an automated system for ordering. You were instead obligated to speak to someone. They would tell another person—the cook—what you wanted to eat. I wasn't sure what the point of it all was.

We approached a counter. Jessica greeted the person behind it, someone similarly furred to her. They didn't have the same eye-catching shade as her though. Jess' was all a rich brown, tinged with red.

“Who's this, Jesse?" the canine said.

“Mind your business," she growled.

I could swear I remember she went by Jess in the past. I stumbled through ordering my food from a complete, somewhat curt, stranger. We found a table not too far away.

“So what happened to you?" she asked. “You know, after?"

“After," I said. She nodded, and I sighed. “It's funny and sad, you know? It really does break things into before and after. Maybe that's why they call it a breakup."

Thankfully, she gave me her pity. She murmured a chuckle. “But what did you do?" she said.

“Well, I was real torn up. Buried myself in work, eventually applied for a management position way out here. I've been doing this since… Quite the coincidence that we both ended up on the same rock."

Jessica picked up on my tone. “I'm not following you, Phil. Promise. I've been hopping around, following the work. Right now, it's here."

I was grateful for the chance to bring up the elephant. “So this whole transformation: it's recent, then?"

“Yeah, part of my contract. Can't do the work safely without the augs."

“That's gotta suck."

Jessica hesitated, her canine teeth showing. “It is what it is."

Our food arrived, again in the hands of a real person. It smelled delightful, but the appearance lacked the usual flare that I had grown accustomed to. I looked at Jessica's plate. It was large, brimming with food. It looked like a whole chicken was in the center of it all, but it was undoubtedly printed from some other protein source.

Jessica caught me staring. “The augs give me a crazy appetite. This is basically nothing."

“I suppose you are a working girl," I said.

A glare started to form on her face. “Yeah."

“I'm surprised you can still eat with that tiny fork."

She shook her head. “Some things never change."

“Sorry, I have no idea what you could be referring to," I said flatly.

“Well, you might not be lazy anymore, but you're clearly still a condescending asshole."

I nodded, taking a bite. “And you're still an abrasive bitch, except now it's–"

Jessica pounded the table with her fist, trying to interrupt me. My drink almost tipped over.

“—Literal," I finished.

“Motherfucker."

I stared down at my food, hiding my smile. “I did miss this."

“What?" she laughed.

“Fucking with you."

Jessica chewed, nodding. “I am glad you reached out."

Jess and I talked politely till our food ran out. Then we moved to politics and about the extraction company we worked for. The two topics were essentially interchangeable. They owned this world. They regulated our salaries, our rent, our commerce. But since we were in different working classes, there was very little we could agree on. Except, maybe, that capitalism was a failed experiment. I didn't know how else I would have explained her transformation.

'Do you hear that?" Jess asked. Her stubby ears were perked up.

“Hmm?"

“There's some live music a few doors down. What do you say?"

“Damn, I miss going to concerts. And composing. Don't have time anymore."

“That a yes?" she asked.

“Yes."

She grabbed my hand. I didn't think I was the weakest, but she made me second-guess. Her claws were like granite poking into my skin.

“Ouch," I said.

“Poor babe!" she sang back, still dragging me along.

We hustled out from the back. The cold air greeted my bare skin, but the wind was calmed by an utter cluttering of buildings, market stalls, and crates.

I started to hear it. The lower tones vibrated through the walls, shifting in pitch. We found our way in, and the song came in with an awakening clarity. At first, it was just noise without pattern. But the repetition started to materialize. The person up front didn't sing much. It was like the notes themselves were supposed to be doing the talking. No unpitched instruments, no drums to latch onto. There was just the rise and fall.

Jessica pulled me over to the bar. She got a tall drink for herself. “You still drink?" she asked.

“Not like I used to. I promise."

“Hey, do what you want. I'm not your date."

I tried not to let the following pause become awkward, but I couldn't think of anything to add. We found an empty corner to stand since there was nowhere to sit. It wasn't any quieter, but at least we didn't have to contend with neighboring voices. Just the song.

“You didn't think this was a date, did you?" she asked.

“Well, I wanted to catch up. Why, are you seeing someone?"

“No," she scoffed. “Most of the non-canines aren't interested, and I'm not dating my fucking coworkers."

The music became dissonant, rising and rising in a way that went nowhere. “What about the rest of the non-canines?" I asked.

“What?" she said.

I raised my voice over the building music. “You said 'most!'"

“Oh! Because the rest are screwy! Too interested. They're just trying to fetishize it!"

The song became too much. Jessica closed her eyes, rocking her body side to side in small steps. Too loud to think, I joined her in the invisible sensation. Briefly, the cacophony returned. Its pressure built until it hurt my ears, till it suddenly collapsed. We both sighed out. We could speak again.

"So what's the alternative? Wait till you can change back?" I asked.

"Or hope to find someone not just interested in an exotic experience."

I paused. "I guess find someone truly repulsed by your appearance."

"I guess you can shut your fucking mouth."

I cast my gaze to the side, smirking. "Maybe someone can still find your personality attractive?"

She snarled. "You know I can snap you in half, right?"

"Someone who knew you from before you got auged?"

Her lips slowly came back down to a neutral position. She looked at me, head tilted, and I had a hard time looking away. I blinked in realization. Her eyes really did glow in the dark.

She put her paw on my forearm. Her claws didn't dig in. She leaned in and said "I like this one. Let's go dance."

I was never much of a dancer. I'd maybe let my body sway, move my feet, rock my head in time. But Jessica pushed us deep into the crowd. The seas didn't politely part for us; she made them part. We gained our little postage stamp in a sea of limbs, enough for me raise my arms and still be able to put them back down. Jessica did more than put her paws up. She swayed around, rubbing against people. I don't think she was drunk; she just didn't mind getting close, letting the song carry her.

The song doubled. Every note fractured into two. I tried to keep up with Jessica, letting her grab my hand and make me move with her. Lights came from everywhere, streaking over us in every frequency. Some were visibly radiant, others infrared, making me sweat. Then ultraviolet struck her. Her fur fluoresced. It wasn't some trick of the light. It glowed. It revealed a pattern, striped in her arms, speckled on her sides. When the fluorescence dimmed, her old fur was back, scruffy and brown, constantly in motion. The more I brushed against it, the more I realized how soft she was. Not oily or damp or coarse. My pulse outpaced the chorus. I let myself come in close, holding her arms. I didn't even notice the chorus ending without us. We still swayed, our hands and paws on each other like partners in a slow dance.

“This how you normally dance?" she asked.

“No," I said. “Just now."

She grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up to her level, face to face. I didn't hesitate.

Her lips were soft. When I pressed against them, I slipped between. A strange, flat tongue greeted me back. My hands grabbed her butt, her tail brushing against them.

A few moments passed like this, but not long enough for me to think about what was happening. She pulled back, and I sucked in air again.

“Did you want to get out of here?" she asked.

Thoughts raced through me: mixing, stuttering, crashing. “Did I hear you right?" I stalled.

“Me, you, your place," she said into my ear. Feeling her breath like that sent the weirdest sensation through me. I felt her press against my trembling psyche. I was uncomfortable, but just as much, I was intrigued.

I found her ear among the fur. “Follow me."

I got us out from the densest part of the crowd. It was so much easier than entering, like we were being pulled free from the chaos, the limbs and wordless lyrics.

I sighed with relief when I found that my screen was still in my pocket. I told it to get us to my home. The way snaked across my screen, curving up from the ground, through the massive assemblies. I had no idea how they'd untangle everything from the mess of commerce and entertainment that had sprouted around it. But they would, and the planet would return to its natural fury of wispy grey clouds. It'd be like we had never been there. Or that's what they said. At a minimum, the planet would be fourteen percent lighter.

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“Why does your fur fluoresce like that?" I asked.

Jessica was sitting across from me. A pod was taking us through the towers. Big screens provided a fake sense of what was around us, like maybe we weren't in a network of metal tubes and machinery. I had very little idea of where I was inside, even after all these months.

“The weak ozone layer made them think it was a good idea," she said.

I raised an eyebrow. “Don't make me feel dumb."

“Not even going to tell you how easy that would be," she murmured.

“Just explain it, would you?" I cried.

She grinned with all her teeth. “Low ozone means more UV light gets through. More UV means more natural fluorescence is possible during the day. If you can even call it day."

“Do you like working out there?" I asked.

Jessica sucked in air. “The stripes make me more visible to other workers. I'm literally designed like a damn traffic cone. You tell me how that makes me feel."

“Warm and fuzzy?" I guessed.

“Ha. Yeah. Real warm and fuzzy."

The pod started to slow. A familiar lurch went through my stomach. Jessica went wide-eyed, swallowing.

"It's kinda beautiful, though," I said.

"What?" Jess grumbled.

"Your fur! Like, animals evolved stripes to better fill their environmental niche, and now we're doing the same on these new worlds."

We left the terminal, down the halls to my apartment. The bright white lights, the flat silver doors, even the bends in the corridor passed us with regularity. I only knew my door was approaching through the number of steps I had taken.

"I'm not going to lie, I don't agree with that," Jess said. "This body was designed to stand out, not blend in like a lion on the savanna. There's nothing natural out here. There's just us. Us and the minerals."

"But—" I sighed. Jess and I had reached my door, but I didn't go to open it.

"I get what you're trying to do. And the thing is," she said, "is that I still like this body. It's a product of a corporate empire… and it's kinda sexy. It's my desperation for work, and my love for nature. It's—I don't know– it's confusing!"

Jessica leaned back on the wall, rolling her eyes. “Sorry for all that."

I nodded forgiveness and unlocked my door. “I know what'll distract you."

“Is it sex?" she grumbled.

It took me a second to shake my head.

Jess groaned, stretching herself backwards, not taking a step towards me. “Well I'm completely convinced," she said.

“My old music," I explained. "I have a pretty good setup, even though I never use it. So unless it was just one of those things that you pretend to enjoy for your boyfriend…"

“Asshole. I loved your music."

I bobbed my head down then up. “Then come on!"

“You better not pull any stunts."

I just laughed, which didn't impress. Jess passed air through her mouth, letting her lips vibrate. But she did come inside.

I showed her around my apartment. My hallway walls were a tarnished silver, speckled with paintings and furniture, but no photographs. My bedroom was almost pure white, except for a painting hanging over my bed: a foggy grey sea with one pale blue dot.

We were walking past my office when I noticed Jessica's expression. Even with the lips of a canine, they could still contort to match her surprise. I chose my words carefully. Possibly too carefully. As soon as I started saying them, I worried I came off one way or another, but not in the way I felt.

“I've done well for myself," I said.

She shook her head. “But where's all your old junk? You were such a collector!"

“I didn't have a chance to bring much with me."

“But this is just— Phil, I can still tell it's you in there. But when I look at that–that haircut, the clothes, this absolutely fabulous fucking apartment, I can hardly even recognize you!"

I chuckled, glancing up at Jess. “You are aware of the irony, right?" I asked.

“I'm serious!"

My grin disappeared as I kept looking around the hallway. I shrugged. “What am I supposed to do?"

“Don't be like that," she chided.

“What?" I complained.

“Don't forget your old life, okay? You're still from Earth."

The topic of our shared origin caught me off guard. I knew its colors, but I couldn't smell it. I couldn't feel its strong gravity. Jess was the closest thing I had gotten to reaching Earth in years.

“That's the problem. Why would I want to try and hold onto Earth? My old life was a mess. Part of why I came out here was to forget all that."

"I don't think you should forget it. If you don't have your old baggage, what's left? There's no… sitting down at the bar and swapping stories with strangers. There's no freaky sex, no getting high and staring at the ceiling. No reminiscing…"

I scoffed. "Christ, Jess! You're the reason I tried to move on from all that."

She scowled at me, her nostrils flared. Part of me wanted to take a step back. But part of me didn't. I wanted her to know what I felt.

She clicked her tongue, struggling to get the words out. "You know how hard it was for me to break up with you? It was–I hated myself. I didn't even want to move on; I just wanted to take a break."

I couldn't remember the truth anymore, but I felt hers. It scared me. It made my heart drop. “You're messing with me!"

“I didn't want to, Phil."

My voice gave up. “You—?"

I wanted to leave my own house. I wanted to look away from her, but I didn't. I kept blinking and blinking. My gaze softened with my regret. As she watched me, my fury started to calm alongside hers. The edges of her lips still twitched unassuredly. She had the same look in her eyes from when we knew each other.

I grabbed her stiff paws, stepping closer, looking for her speckles around her eyes. Even with a deep breath, I could barely speak. “For God's sake, Jess, please don't move on again."

Jess started kissing me. There was so much sorrow behind her lips that I had to take a step back. It felt nothing like in the club. She just stepped closer, pressing me against the wall. Her body hugged against me, her big hands holding my face. I thought I'd feel suffocated, but my body responded by ignoring the need for air. She gave me air. She made my pants feel so restricted that I was sure she could feel me on her leg, but she kept kissing me anyway.

I took off my shirt because I didn't need it; her fur felt better. She directed one of my hands to her cropped shirt, then under it. Jess didn't have big breasts anymore. Strong muscle was under that fur. But the fluff of her chest reminded me of them. The urge to squeeze them, play with them, was as omnipresent in my mind as her fur. I started pulling up on her shirt until she knelt and raised her arms for me. I hugged her, nestling my face in the middle of her boobs. She squeezed my body in a hug. Her snout nuzzled against my hair.

I kissed her breasts, absorbed. I was a young man again, but I wanted to get old standing right there. My hands gripped her waist, thumbs rubbing along her belly. My fingertips slipped under her waistband.

"Wait a second," she murmured.

I craned my head to look up at her.

"I should tell you something. The morphology is a bit different under there."

I let her waistband snap back to her fur. "What does that mean? …Do you have a… you know?"

I originally meant it as a joke, but now I was hedging things when she still looked mildly serious.

"No," she said. "It's just a bit more canine."

"I know you're canine," I said.

"Phil, please don't be dumb. Here."

Jessica took my right hand with her paw and pressed it against her bare belly. I felt the oxygen in her lungs. Her eyes pulled in all of my attention. I heard her undo the clasp on the front of her pants, but I could not see it.

Her tongue flicked over her lips. I felt her paw grab my digits, gently but needfully. She pulled me down, slipping under her thin threads. I felt no need to pause, even as her paw no longer guided me. She inhaled.

I couldn't have been prepared. The way her flesh pulsed, swelled against me, but still gave way so easily. I wasn't inside her walls, but her exterior was so gentle that it was a wonder to be attached to someone so strong. It was without fur, just flesh, like she had managed to shave herself bare. But the way it was raised above the rest suggested otherwise. My thumb pressed down on the upper tip of her folds, my hand becoming increasingly sure of its surroundings. I stepped closer, gripping her butt with my other hand. I found her gaze staring back at me, and I felt her vulnerability.

My dick throbbed, but I ignored it. I wanted to take off her pants and see what I was really doing, but I wasn't ready to see. Jess' arms rubbed my back. I felt her throat rumble, like she wanted to complain. But for now she let me discover her body at my own pace. But if she pushed me to the floor, I wouldn't complain either.

I slipped inside her thick flesh. She wasn't just soft; she wasn't just firm. I didn't know where to touch, but with the subtleties in her expression, the less-than-subtle wagging of her tail, I knew to keep going.

I pulled her flesh apart for a second, feeling the tension inside her. I started thrusting my fingers in and out. Small motions: just enough to shine a light on her joy. Her mouth found my neck, rows of sharp teeth pressing harmlessly to my skin. I moaned, holding my fingers in her. The angle was awkward. I was starting to sweat. I slipped out and grabbed her nearest paw.

"Let's get you to bed, missy," I told her.

She let me drag her back to my bedroom, drunk off my apparent confidence. I couldn't have been faking it wasn't harder.

I stopped in front of my bed. The sheets were a blank canvas, making it hard to tell just how fluffy it really was. I squeezed her paw, looking up at her beside me. She met my gaze back with a smirk. "You know, I really missed this part," she said.

I blushed instantly. "Yeah?"

She hopped onto my bed, her knees and paws sinking in deep. I watched on. Her panties looked too small on her. They were filled by her fur, shaped to her ass. They looked specially designed to cover the area around her tail, but still allow it its full excitement. It didn't cross my mind that it might be strange to be attracted to such a creature.

Jess twirled around, facing me. She bent forward, her chest on my bed. Her backend raised up, tail swishing.

"Come on Phillip, don't make a canine beg."

I missed a beat. “You do look ready to play."

She didn't take my comment with indignation. If anything, she seemed to take pleasure in it. She let her tongue hang down. Her front paws tapped the sheets, faking a lunge toward me. I almost took a step back, but instead I got out of my pants. My dick felt relief, but quickly only grew to use the extra space in my underwear. Jess licked her lips.

I got on my bed, kneeling. She pulled in to meet me, kiss me. Her tongue slid into my mouth, wide and forceless. She licked lower, down my neck, making me murmur. I rocked my hips against her without thinking, pressing my erection against her. Only fabric separated us.

"Easy boy," she said. She grabbed my undershirt near my waistline and tugged up. I heard threads snap as she pulled it over my arms. I didn't have time to care; her mouth was on my nipples all the sudden. I hugged her, murmuring to her how she felt. Jess kept going lower, over my sensitive, furless belly, then lower still. She put her snout on the top edge of my underwear, her chin on my dick, looking up at me. Her gaze made the whole of me seize up.

"Jess," I murmured.

Her snout went lower, scrunching her nose against my package. She inhaled, and she held it. Her eyes closed in contemplation. I held my breath with her. Finally she nodded.

Jess helped my dick spring free from my underwear. She licked the head of my penis, sending me into shock. Before I could wrap my head around the way her tongue fit around me, she sank down to the hilt. A gasp escaped my lungs. My penis sat there twitching, twitching, unable to understand how I could be cradled in Jess' mouth without any effort.

I rocked on her tongue as I tried to get comfortable, to understand all of this newfound ecstasy. Jess growled, snorting into the hair of my crotch. I quit moving.

Slowly, she treated herself to me. Her paws gripped into the skin of my butt. Her eyes were closed. She let me pump into her maw as long as she got to do most of the moving. I felt her tongue slide over my balls.

Jess knew I was getting close by the way I was grabbing her head. I wasn't pushing her down on me, but damn if I didn't want to. Jess pulled completely off. I pulsed out pre. My balls dripped with her saliva.

"I know you're close," she said, "but can you finish in me anyway?"

I once dreamed of starting a family with her, but this was all so sudden. "I don't have condoms."

"Don't worry, you can't get a canine pregnant," she said.

I shook my head. "Oh. Duh."

She wrapped a paw around my dick, keeping me on edge with long, slow pumps. "This world is crazy. I wouldn't have been surprised if you could, but you can't."

"I'm just surprised you want me to cum in you."

Jess smiled. "You're sure you're not weirded out down here?"

"You're still you." Then I paused, mock-clearing my throat. "For better or worse."

She showed her teeth at me, growling. Part of me felt scared by their sharpness, but part of me thought about my dick still nestled between them.

"Worse, huh?" she said.

"Yeah," I said smugly.

"You haven't seen me at my worst."

I gave her a playful side-eye. "You better behave."

Her arms raised, claws out. "Or what?"

I grabbed her arms and pushed up. I kissed her even when she still had her teeth showing, managing to get her to kiss me back. My tongue pushed in her mouth, licking her sharp teeth, and I pushed harder against her body. I pushed hard enough to send her down. Her head thumped onto my pillow. Her legs were still spread for me. The panties hugging her contours had a darker spot where her pussy bulged.

I debated giving her the same treatment she gave me. Her smell was alluring. But with how ready I was, and how she sprawled out on my bed, all for me, I couldn't resist. I knelt down and peeled off her panties without another thought.

For a split second, I took in her spade shape. She was engorged, ready for me—that was all I needed to know. I climbed on top of Jess, my eyes glancing over hers, my dick prodding at her folds. She shuffled below me. I used a hand to keep my dick straight. And slowly, I wedged myself inside. It only took a few gentle pushes for me to embed myself in her. Her spade hugged the base of my cock. Her walls twitched and squeezed; I was fully swelled up in moments. My balls came to rest against her soft fur. I kept our hips flush against each other until I was sure I was ready to move.

Before I could, she asked how it felt. She looked cautious with her feelings, suddenly so vulnerable with me on top of her.

There was so much I wanted to say. But in that moment, I was barely conscious.

"God, you feel great baby," I said.

The tension broke. She giggled, her muscles kneading my penis. "You never called me baby."

I gave one small thrust. My hard rod slid along, keeping me so close to spilling. I wiggled my hips against her. "Oh Jess. Things change."

"They do," she murmured. The blush was still all over her snout.

I gave her a few more gentle thrusts, testing the mood. "Would music help?" I said.

Jess brushed my hair back with her thumb. "Fuck. Yeah. Would you?"

Regrettably, I pulled out of her. My screen was in my pocket, and my pants were all the way on the floor.

“Hey screens," I called, “play Something Sexy."

Music played, coming from every direction like it was already in our ears. It felt light, easy to hear, predictable in its pleasure.

Jess whistled low. "Big data knows what's sexy?"

“No, I have a playlist called that."

She blinked. “You're messing with me."

I sputtered. “I—no, I'm not!"

“You're such a fucking dad!"

We giggled loud, drowning out the music. My dick drooped in my lap. “I'll have you know, I've never knocked-up anyone."

“So you're not a dad yet?"

“No," I emphasized.

“Did you want to try anyways?" she asked.

I had the weirdest grin on my face. “Didn't you say…?"

Jess got on her hands and knees again. “And I said did you want to try? I didn't say it would take."

"So just cum in you and hope for the best?"

She watched my dick rise in my lap. “All night long, baby."

“You are so fucking kinky. Breeding fetish?"

Jess blushed, taking in her surroundings, looking at herself too. She flipped onto her back, legs split and her tail wagging between her legs. She dared to take her paw and spread her vulva to let me see the supple flesh inside.

“I'm just saying, okay? You better finish what you started. Then finish again." She pushed her fingers inside herself. “And again and again."

My covers were becoming a mess, scrunched and drifting off my bed. I traversed them and climbed onto Jess.

I caught my breath. “God damn you."

One careful push and I was in. I paused for nothing. Not for the changing tension deep inside her, not for the shifting tempo of the music surrounding us. I was gripped by her on the way out. Her flesh got pulled along, a constant reminder that we were essentially different species, not strictly meant to go together. But it felt so damn perfect. I watched her, kissed her, but never slowed. I was pure arousal, spreading her with heavy thrusts, making her hips bounce below mine. Pressure built inside me. Her tail flicked over my balls; her digits weaved with mine. She was still looking so smug about how worked up she got me. I didn't even care about my impending orgasm, because I was already thinking about going again.

Moments away, I pulled out. I fucked my hands with my hips, just over top of her. My load pulsed out onto her vulva. In only a few seconds, it was over.

She looked peeved, if still turned on by the sight of me moaning and ejaculating on her. “You were supposed to go inside!"

“Don't worry," I eased. “I'm just getting you lubed up."

I sat down beside her. I turned onto my side to face her, my dick still drooling.

She inspected herself, rubbing my cum around. “You're pretty kinky too, you know that?"

“Yup," I said.

“Are you ready?" she asked.

“Uh, not really. I just came."

Jessica shoved me onto my back. “Don't worry, I'll go easy on you just this once."

I craned my head up at her. “What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

I grunted when the weight of her came crashing down on my legs. She murmured a laugh, pushing up. Her creampied pussy pressed down on me. My dick was wedged between her sexy lips, spreading my cum back onto me. I didn't dream of stopping the powerful canine. I wanted to see what she could do, not matter how sensitive I was.

She growled into space. Her paw came down on me, compressing my chest.

My dick got more solid. The feeling of the head of my cock passing against the edge of her labia turned me on far too much. I could easily penetrate her now if she would relive me of her weight. I tried grabbing her hips. She only took my hands and held me down, snarling.

The current song sang about a romantic evening. It was about a man in love. It shared specifics about what made their woman special, like her elegance and thoughtfulness. I almost laughed about how little it fit.

Jess finally raised, and I gasped for air. My dick rushed up, meeting her engorged lips. She rocked around, rubbing herself against the head of my dick, and then sank down till our hips met again. My cum was spread into her, matching her rippling texture. Still holding me firm, she started humping. Her thighs were restless. My hips sprang against my bed over and over, squishing under her just to meet her thrusts again. She raised her head, tongue hanging out of her mouth. Her eagerness made me want to cum, but I could barely keep up.

“Please, Jess," I gasped.

“What's that?" she said, still making my bed squeak.

“I'm going to pass out like this."

At last, she slowed down. She didn't stop, but it was slow enough to watch her envelop me, the tip of her pussy kiss my crotch.

“Did you learn your lesson about finishing inside?" she asked.

“Yes!" I begged. “Please, Jessica."

“Alright. But don't be gentle this time."

She let me get on top of her again. Without her weight on my hips, I was free to use mine to pound her spade. She growled her moans, our flesh squelching together. I tried to make my thrusts go in time with the fast music, my tip just inside her on one beat, my balls smacking the base of her tail on the next. I felt my cum getting into her silky fur. Strings of it connected us. I was getting harder again, tensing up until my balls stayed firm to me. I moaned into her neck, my hips doing all of the moving, the rest of me pressed up against her. When I was reaching my limits, I sunk in and stayed there. An excruciating second passed. Then she grabbed my butt with her paws, pressing me even closer. One paw found my balls, massaging them.

“Jess," I moaned. “You are such a good girl."

Her chuckle sent a rumble through my chest.

I twitched and twitched, straining, not wanting to go off until it was all at once. Finally I couldn't stop it. I let loose inside my girl, jetting so hard I would have been amazed if she couldn't feel it. She kept urging it out of me with her walls, her paws petting me. All I could do was collapse on her chest and fill her up. The frequency of my pulses slowed, but each one still felt just as capable of ending my world. When I finally was free to back up, I saw my cum drooling out like I managed to fill every available space. Seeing it almost made me believe it. But she only licked her lips, finding my softening dick in the mess of cum and her own ejaculate.

“Now we're getting somewhere," she said.

She started jacking me off. Even though my breath was ragged and my dick was sore, I was so completely frictionless from the fallout that I felt a twinge of satisfaction again.

“I'll let you eat me out after this next one."

I laughed sadly. My hips trembled, betraying me. “Such a naughty girl, too."

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“I thought you smelled great," Jess called out.

I spit the last of the rinse out of my mouth. I'd be damned if I smelled like I spent the last ten minutes licking out my own cum from her.

I walked back into my living room. “Gotta keep up appearances, I guess. I still work tomorrow."

“On a Saturday? We should both be quitting our jobs," she complained.

"Maybe," I said.

I sat down beside her, in front of my largest screen. I found my keyboard under a collection of gadgets on my coffee table. Words appeared typed out in front of us: a paragraph of endless detail. Jess watched on silently, often only looking at me.

It's important not to ask it for everything, because it can't solve for everything. It'd be all over the place, dissonant. The smaller piece you give, the more the message could reveal itself, like a fractal that you can look deeper and deeper into. Pour out some hyperspecific desire, it can make it real in way that makes everything else stop existing.

Skimming it over once, I let the algorithm run. It figured out the genre, the best style, the beats per minute. It paused when it had to formulate the lyrics.

“How long does it take?" she asked.

“Not long," I said.

Another few seconds and it was there. I nodded at Jess. She clicked play.

It started with piano, cold but melodic. I found its timbre overused, but I wasn't willing to call it a failed run yet. The beat built in behind it, a soft thump, then with some sort of metallic offbeat. I found the general atmosphere appealing, so I sat back, nuzzling in against Jess' shoulder, and waited for the lyrics to start.

I went blind down on the ground

Couldn't tell if I'd be found

Couldn't see our lives collide

You were rude where I was snide

I thought I could forget and hide

I thought I could forget and hide

It used my voice. That had taken some getting used to. It was a much better singer than I was, since it didn't have my unsureness and wavering. But it added some in anyway, as to not appear uncanny or autotuned. Jess smiled at my cheesy lyrics, her eyes creased. She rubbed her snout against my neck until I forgot my insecurities.

But the breeze keeps on coming 'round

Where one wind ends, another's found

I flew 'way to forget you.

I flew 'way to forget you…

Then I saw the way your fur glows

I saw the way your fur glows

You pulled me through the darkness

The light right out my darkness

Then I saw the way your fur glows

I saw the way your beauty flows

I found you in my heart, it's

The light right in my darkness

Jess kissed my neck. I gripped her thigh, lost in my music with her. She wasn't wearing anything. I resisted the urge to play with her pussy some more. Then I did it anyway.

I can't stop, we can't stop

To the end, it all must blow

Begin again, again it grows

But we can't stop, we can't stop

We go on, on to more

We go on, our encore

Can't see you, I feel you.

Can't see you, I feel you.

Before my mind can bury me

I want your wind to carry me

Before my mind can bury me

I want your wind to carry me!

Jess panted, her legs spread on my couch. I should have gotten her a towel. It took me some time earlier to find her clit nestled between her lips, but once I did, I made sure to use that. The tips of my fingers massaged around it in circles. The song was building to another chorus. I brought her right to the edge.

And I saw the way your fur glows

I saw the way your fur glows

You pulled me through the darkness

The light right out my darkness

I saw the way your fur glows

I saw the way your smile shows

I found you in my heart, it's

The light right in my darkness

In the midst of that chorus, we moved. I pressed her fluffy tail aside. The ache in my dick was unbelievable, but sinking into her took all of that away.

I've heard that love is often shared not looking at each other, but looking away at a third thing. Some sort of activity, or nature, or a just a big screen. Maybe sharing the third thing is how people create affection beyond what's in either of them. But if I focused on the way her fur met my skin, the way she made me tingle to my very core, it wasn't like that. She became my second and third.