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Pepe loved the beauty of nature, so of course he spent a great amount of time putting it on canvas. If there was anything he loved even more, as evidence would suggest, it was the beauty of women. Alongside the dozens of landscapes he had painted, there was an equal number of pretty ladies he had drawn, all of whom were either partially or totally nude. Across the walls in his studio were numerous women he had paid to model for him. He liked making them pose semi-seductively, looking at the observer with batted lashes and jutted hips. The curves of a woman's body were not only nice to look at and feel, they deserved to be immortalized. Women of all shapes, sizes, and species had stepped inside his home so that he could capture them for his eternal admiration. He offered them fair sums for their service, be it in cash, sex, or both. More often than not, it was sex or both. The very few women who wanted cash only would return eventually and, probably after hearing about the bad choice they made from their friends, have sex with him.

He had a few fliers around town advertising his service. Any woman willing to pose nude could come to his home and pose for an hour or two. From there they could buy the painting off of him or let him keep it. Usually the women who showed up knew Pepe and his reputation and were just there for some good dicking. Not many people wanted a naked picture of themselves hanging around the house. Afterwards he would hold on to them, a sort of memento for the many lives he had touched via his painting and sexual prowess.

He got a call one day while reading a book. He picked it up and clamped it between his cheek and his shoulder. "Hello! This is Pepe Le Pew."

A woman's voice answered. "Yes! Hello. I saw your flier at the cafe and was wondering if you still painted nudes."

"Why, yes ma'am! I do! I am free to have you over any time you wish! When are you available?"

"Um, well. I'm only visiting Tune Town, so not for long. I was hoping tomorrow around noon would be OK?"

"Fantastic! I would love to have you. What is your name?"

"Minerva Mink."

Pepe's eyes lit up. A mink? He liked the sound of that. "Yes, OK. You can come here around noon tomorrow. I would love to paint you." He told her his address and how to find him.

"Thank you so much!" She giggled. "I can't wait to finally see you."

She said "finally" like it had been some long awaited union. He didn't question it. "Me too! See you then!" He hung up the phone and did a miniature celebration. A Mink, one of the most cherished animals thanks to their beautiful coats, would make a perfect addition to his collection. He spent the rest of the day and the following morning making his house look nice and neat, or at least nicer and neater than the wreck it usually was. The appointed noon came and Pepe stood out front wearing plain jeans and a white t-shirt, his usual get up for the messy job of painting. He saw a trail of dust zooming down the road. Leading it was a car with the roof down. Pepe's skunk tail bristled with excitement. He hoped she was as pretty as he hoped.

Minerva's car pulled into his driveway and she got out. She was a tall woman, taller than him even. Her fur was as white as snow. The hair on her head was a brilliant gold that ran down her back as a silky cascade. She was wearing a tight, revealing t-shirt and skinny jeans. Her majestic mink tail, which was a similar color as her hair, whipped behind her as she closed the car door. She was wearing sunglasses which she took off to reveal a pair of stunningly blue eyes. Her nose was a precious pink color, and her smile was radiant. She wasn't as pretty as Pepe had hoped. She was absolutely stunning. "Hi there!" she said gaily as she walked up to him. "Pepe Le Pew?"

He blinked and realized that she was talking to him. "Ah! Yes! Minerva Mink?"

"At your service!" The two of them shook paws. He saw her nostrils twitch, a common occurrence when people met him. Otherwise she didn't seem fazed, probably thanks to her being a fellow mustelid. "So, may I come in?"

He opened the door and invited her inside. "After you." She curtsied and walked inside. He followed her and closed the door behind him. "Is there anything I can get you? A drink perhaps? You'll be posing for an hour or two. It would be wise to get some water before we start."

She was looking around his tiny house and the many paintings he had decorated it with. "Yeah! That sounds good. A water, please."

Pepe walked to the kitchen and filled her a glass. He handed it to her and she took a sip. "If you'd like, we can get started. My studio is in there. You can go to the bathroom and get undressed, or however you'd like to do it. I'll be waiting for you."

She gulped her glass down and nodded. "OK. Yeah. I'll do that." Pepe could tell she was nervous, which was natural. Stripping yourself nude in front of a stranger for money was a harrowing prospect. It was easier for the women who knew him, but Minerva was from out of town. She was probably feeling adventurous when she saw his flier and decided to go through with it. Now that she was here, it seemed much more daunting. He went into his studio where his easel and canvas were waiting for him. In the center of the room was a stone pillar he had chosen for her to sit and pose on. On it was a red cushion for her comfort. A moment later she entered the studio, holding a bath towel around her torso. She wore a nervous smile. "I'm ready."

"Yes. Perfect." He pointed at the column. "Have a seat there. You can move the pillow around to get comfortable. Take the towel off before you sit down. She followed his orders and walked up to the column. She turned to face him, took a deep breath, and let the towel drop. She was as fantastic as her tight clothes had let on. The curves of her torso were perfect mirrors of each other, as were the wholesome breasts which hung from her chest. Her thighs were juicy, but with an unmistakable core of toned muscle. Her trunk, arms, and calves were similarly fit, rounding out what Pepe thought was the visual epitome of health. The prostitute in him urged him to tell her how beautiful she was, but he maintained what professionalism he had and betrayed no reaction. He pointed his brush at the column. "Please sit."

She sat down with her paws on her knees, awaiting further instructions. Pepe tapped his finger against his lip, thinking what would be best. Looking at her, she looked like a woman of nature who would be seen bathing underneath a waterfall in the forest. He had the image of her lifting her hair underneath the torrent, washing away all of the earth's stresses and blights. He turned slightly and pointed up at the upper right corner of the studio. "Turn your head and face that corner." She snapped her head in that direction. "Move your chin up. A little to your right. More. Yes. Right there." He directed her with his paw in the shape of a wedge, moving it in whatever directions he needed her to go. "Open your legs more. Tilt them this way. Both of them. Spread them again. Yes. OK. Point your chest up." She straightened her back. "No, aim your chest up a little more, like you're pointing your breasts at the corner you're looking at."

She arched her back, upthrusting her bosom. "Like this?"

"Yes. Now, hold your arms up and hold your paws under your hair like you're ready to flip it over your shoulders." She didn't seem to understand it exactly. She lifted her arms then awkwardly grabbed some of her locks. "Mmmm, kind of loosen your wrists, like you're going to flick your paws back to push your hair off your shoulders." She loosened her wrists, but the hair remained underneath her fingers. "Ahh... Do you mind if I touch you?"

Her eyes cut over to him. He thought he saw her blush. "Yes," she said meekly.

He made it quick. He hustled over to her and pulled at her hair so that it was draped over her delicate fingers. She stared hard into the far corner, as if she couldn't dare bring her gaze on him. He took a step back and double checked how she looked. He smiled. "Perfect. Stay like that."

She smirked. "OK."

He ran over to behind his easel. "One more thing. Close your eyes." She did, and finally the illusion was complete. He could see in his imagination a roaring waterfall falling down on her back and splashing around the waist-high water. She was in the middle of rinsing her hair, ridding it of all dirt and imperfections. He loved it. Beauty in action. He got to work with his charcoal pencil, very lightly sketching her outline. Replacing the column she sat on was a small rock cliff that she sat on just underneath where the water surface would be. From there her legs would dangle into the deeper water, fading into invisibility. His eyes dashed up to her, back to the canvas, back to her, and back to the canvas incessantly, ensuring every detail was at the exact proportion and distance. Minerva stayed perfectly still, spare the excited rise and fall of her chest.

The outline was set, now it was time for color. He set the charcoal aside and grabbed his palette. Painting her was going to be easier given how uniformly white she was, but shading her legs into the murky blue water was going to be a challenge, especially with oil. Nevertheless, he toiled away with his brushes and blades, recreating her image with as much realism and fantasy as he could combine. Minerva's eyes were closed, so she had to rely on her ears to tell what was going on. She could hear the frantic scrut-scrut of his knives carving into the linen. He panted every once in a while, reflecting how hard he worked. With her body totally exposed to him, she wondered how much he ogled her chalice and breasts for his sexual thrill. She had heard enough about the skunk to know just how much of a womanizer he was. Maybe painting was just an excuse to look at and have sex with pretty ladies. Her heart was marching away in her chest. She felt her cheeks turn warm. She had never been more aroused in her life.

Pepe was in fact very intensely focused on her bosom and loins, albeit without an ounce of lustful intent. He forgot that what in front of him was a sexual goddess, one he had just minutes earlier been figuring how to seduce. All of that nonsense was out of his mind. As he filled her nipples in with a rosy pink and carved away her partially hidden slit with a knife, all he cared about was making sure that he did the Mink's splendor some amount of justice. All of the sudden, her image was complete, leaving the background and the water to be done. He took just as much time shading and coloring the water around her legs so that her brilliant white coat looked all the more lustrous. He splashed the waterfall off of her body as though she were as sturdy as the rock she sat on. He made soft ripples around where the surface met her curvy trunk. Finally, he put the most painstaking effort into blending her legs in with the water.

He could hardly believe it when he was done. He stood up and gawked at what he had created. He was one of the most ardent believers that no piece was ever perfect. Something always could've been altered or added, and when it was something else had to be tweaked too. What stood in front of him wasn't perfect, but he came pretty damn close. Looking up from her image and the mink herself he couldn't see any differences. The water around her bent, splashed, and frothed as though she were really there, bathing her worries away. Finally, probably his proudest accomplishment of all, he melded the colors of her submerged bottom half so that it really looked like it was underwater. It was incredible. He didn't know what to say.

Minerva was aware of the sudden cease in activity. The past hour had been nothing but frantic brushing and scritching. She popped one eye open and saw the skunk gawking at his opus. She opened her eyes completely and dared to speak. "How is it?"

Pepe's head jerked up. He had forgotten she was there. "Ah! It's finished."

"Already?" She didn't want to move without his explicit go ahead.

"Yes. Wasn't that long, no?" His eyes remained locked on the canvas. He waved her over. "Come look."

She gratefully scooted off the column, happy to breathe life back into her creaky joints and aching muscles. The cushion she had sat on was comfy, but the hard concrete beneath it had turned her ass numb. She walked around in front of the easel to finally see his craft. She immediately gasped. It wasn't like looking at a picture, but something much more magnificent. She looked so natural, so refined, like she was one with nature. She didn't expect a scene like he had done. She figured he would put a blank background and focus on her solely. In such a short amount of time he had placed her in a majestic looking waterfall and turned her into something like a goddess. She put her paw over her heart. She felt ready to cry. "Oh my God..."

"You like?"

"Do I like it?" She took a step closer. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Pure euphoria erupted in Pepe's heart. "Ah, I'm very glad to hear that. If I may, I think I've outdone myself."

"I'll say." She stood there silently inspecting the painting, wondering if she had ever done something to deserve something like this. Lord knew her reasons for coming there were less than pure. Standing next to the handsome man who had painted her so flawlessly while she was as naked as the day she was born made her an extra level of excitement. Her white mink tail fluffed up behind her. "I don't know what to say. Thank you."

"Ah, the thanks are all mine, Minerva." He said with a bow. "I have never been so inspired by a woman before. I don't know what came over me. You were truly an honor and a pleasure to paint."

She smiled bashfully. "Stop."

"It's true. If you're ever in Tune Town again, please do not hesitate to drop by. I'll pay you whatever you ask."

Her eyes flashed. "Well... Thank you. That sounds great. Um..." She gulped. "What will you be paying me now?"

"Ah, I give $100 an hour, and since usually women are here for two, I give them 200. You were here only an hour, but this piece was so incredible... I have to give you 2."

"That's very sweet of you. Thank you."

"You're welcome. You can buy it now for $500, so you can just give me 3."

"Oh no. I wouldn't know what to do with it."

That was a relief for Pepe. "Alright then. Is there anything I can get for you?" He held his paws in front of his chest, ready to serve the lovely lady in any way she required.

As a matter of fact, there was one way she could've helped her, but asking for it would prove to be difficult. "Well..." She was suddenly reminded of how naked she was. Her mink tail sank down to the floor and drew a timid figure 8. "Maybe... there's another way you could pay me?"

Pepe's brows lifted. "Yes. I think there might be. What do you have in mind?"

She held her paws behind her butt and fidgeted. "Well, I have a friend back where I'm from. She visited Tune Town years ago. She said she met you. Slappy, is her name."

"Ahhh, the young squirrel. I remember her." Pepe said fondly. "A very adventurous woman."

Minerva knew all too well. "She told me how you two met. How she um..." She hesitated to say anything else. Pepe stood there smiling patiently. "How she hired you to do... things other than painting her."

Pepe nodded. "I did. What did she say about it?"

"Oh goodness. That you were... skilled, and... blessed."

"If that's what she thinks, then that's what I am."

Minerva's face was on fire. Her gaze darted down into his crotch. Is it me or is his muck getting stronger? "Yeah... Well... I've been having troubles as of late. I've had a lot of partners in my life-" God, am I really telling him all of this? "-and a lot of disappointments. So many guys wanna have sex with me, all of them think they can satisfy me." She shook her head sadly. "It's not their fault. I guess I'm just high maintenance. I told Slappy about it, that's when she mentioned you. God, you should've seen the way she described it. She said you were an angel. When she told me about it it was like you and I were already having sex." She pulled her gaze back up to his. "I knew I had to try you, but I didn't know if I could go through with it. I saw you were a painter, so I wanted to try that first and see if I still wanted to do it. Now that I saw what you made..." She went quiet. "I think I do."

Pepe listened solemnly, nodding along with every point and confession. He made no expressions of surprise or confusion, only sympathy and understanding. Once her desire was out in the open, she fully anticipated a boastful promise to make her cum, something she'd heard so many times before. "Well, why don't we adjourn to my bedroom and see what I can do to help?

If I cannot accomplish what you need of me, at least we can say we tried~" He presented his paw for her to take. Looking at it, she saw every crease in the skin, every fiber of his paw pads, every grain of his claws. It looked enormous. With a jittery heart, she laid her tiny paw in it. He closed his fingers around it as softly as he would a baby bird. "Let's go."

She followed him to his bedroom, feeling like she was floating above the floor rather than walking on it. He opened the door for her and revealed a tiny room, fit for a starving artist. She walked inside, darting her eyes around the paintings he had on the wall. She heard him close the door behind her, and she turned around. He pulled his white shirt off, letting her see his masculine topography. He unbuttoned his jeans, dropped to the floor, then stepped out of them. That left him in a pair of green compression shorts, already bulging around the arrogant outline of his cock. Minerva's heart surged. Yeah, he was big alright, just like Slappy said. "Haulin' around a fuckin' hog," was how the ornery squirrel had put it. Minerva got an even better idea of how true that was once he pulled his underwear down, letting his fuckin' hog hang out at its full enormity. Minerva's tail did a jig. The room was turning into a hotbox rife with his musk. Every tiny whiff was like a full-blown snort. Even breathing through her mouth did not spare her from its skunky influence. She was getting hotter and hotter by the second, catalyzed by his mere company. The smell of her own excitement rose through the veil of stink, nowhere near as strong, but just as noticeable for its succulent and feminine aroma.

Pepe picked up on it in an instant. He was a skunk, but that did not mean he was immune from the charms of a fellow mustelid. Her boiling pheromones could knock a man on his ass. It made his cock stiffen within just a few moments. Intoxicated by her smell, she managed to look all the more beautiful. He approached her, guided forward by the intimidating point of his cock. She watched it sway as he walked, then come to a stop within inches in front of her. She could've leapt onto him and impaled herself if she wanted to, but a furious curiosity implored her to wait and see what he would do next. She fully expected him to throw her onto the bed and breed her like a slut, or at the very least yank her towards him for a very deep, very french kiss. So when his paw came out for hers, she flinched.

He stopped. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Sorry. I just didn't know what you were going to do."

"I was only going to take your hpaw." He looked at her hopefully. "Can I do that?"

She didn't think it was possible for a man so obstreperously hung to look so cute. "Yes, you can."

He smiled and continued, gently coiling his fingers around hers and pulling them into his hip, not to his penis which she expected. He took another step closer with his other paw aiming his pecker at the gap in her thighs. She opened them more for him and felt that burning rod slide between her velvet fur. He came to a stop when their stomachs touched. His cock simmered through the inside of her legs, inside the very bottom cusp of her buttocks, and up against the moistening fringe of her cunt. The last couple inches of his obsidian pillar poked out from beneath her ass. An intense shiver blossomed through her, making her nipples go stiff. "Huhhh..." She wrapped her arms around him, landing her paws on his stony glutes. He pulled him in tighter and clamped her juicy thighs around his cock.

He rewarded her with a kiss to the neck. She swooned her head back, letting her golden locks spill off of her shoulders and down her back. His paws swam around her back, paying extra attention to where it ballooned into her haunches. He would slide them down briefly and give her cheeks a gentlemanly squish, then retreat. Feeling her plush haunches press into his penis made her all the hotter. That and the incessant peck of his lips made sure her cunny soaked the topside of his shaft. He stopped kissing and purred past her ear. "You're very wet down there."

She whimpered and squirmed. "I know... Fuck..."

"Would you like me to do something about that?"

"Oh God..." She sounded so pouty and desperate, not unlike how she felt. "Please. I want you inside me so bad..."

"Very well, my darling. Join me on the bed, if you will. After you."

She had a hard time prying herself off of him. She didn't think she could go a second without him touching her. Fortunately he was there to help her, gently pushing her by her biceps and pulling his rod out from her legs. She was a trembly mess, vibrating down from her toes up to her shoulders. She laughed nervously. "Oh God, Look at me. I'm shaking."

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

"Yeah... No... I don't know... I'm just a little excited is all. God, I'm so horny..."

"That's quite alright. Let's relax on the bed, why don't we?" He escorted her to the bed where she crawled onto her back and lied down. She slid her paw into her crotch and fingered her wet, puffy cunt. Her flesh schlicked quietly. A soft moan escaped her mouth. "Easy now. Don't spoil yourself before I've had a chance~" he teased.

She giggled and bit her lip. "I don't think anything I can do can spoil whatever you plan on doing to me~"

"No, I don't think so either." He climbed the bed after her. A knot curled inside of her tummy as his tremendous cock leered close. It tightened even further once he laid down on his stomach, between her legs. His thick arms slinked underneath her thighs and hooked them. He brought his face into her loins and landed a soft, princely kiss on her cunny. A lightning bolt ripped through her spine, swinging it into a steep arch. "Ahh... That feels good, doesn't it?" he purred.

"Oh fuck..." Her back settled down to the mattress. "It does~ Do more."

"I intend to." He closed his eyes and kissed her flower again. His thick lips came on gently, but turned Minerva into a squirming, whimpering machine. His grip on her thighs tightened and untightened. Finally his tongue slipped free of his mouth and introduced it to her quim.

"Oh God..." She felt him probe around her gate in tiny circles, landing on her clit, an event that was announced by a very sharp gasp. He did not focus there, but returned to it every other revolution of his tongue. Soon he unzipped his tongue for as far as it would go, reaching the heavenly depths of her womanhood and unlocking a very dramatic procession of reactions. "Huhhhh! Oh fuck... Hahhh... Huhhhh... Ohhh... Yes~"

His eyes opened to see her reaction. Her head was mostly covered by the double-mountain of her breasts, but he could see her mouth gaped into an O, letting loose some very adamant moans. That was a good sign, as was her paw landing on his scalp to keep him there for as long as she needed him to. He closed his eyes again and brought his attention back to her pearl. It bore the brunt of many flicks, swirls and jabs, rendering her voice a painful degree of shrill. Her thigh muscles bulged next to his head and her tummy sucked into itself. Her fingers clamped on his hair, tugging and shoving his head at random. It was terribly chaotic, but it wouldn't be for long, not while she was hollering so loudly.

Inevitably she felt her orgasm coming. "Huhhh! Pepe. Oh fuck... I'm cumming. Yes! Mmmmmmmmm, that's it! Huhhhhh! Huhhhhhhh!" Her words proved true once a howl from the very deepest fathoms of her chest bellowed out of her throat, ringing loudly throughout Pepe's tiny bedroom. At once her entire musculature was thrown into a rapid quake, the epicenter of which was her violently quivering cunny. It was like every hue and color was tearing through her loins and flooding her every nerve and fiber. She mashed Pepe's face into her crotch, forgetting for an instant that there was a man trapped there between her legs. He certainly didn't mind, not when he had accomplished his mission with such flying colors.

Soon her orgasm was at an end, and she relaxed. Pepe freed his face out of her cunt, the thickish juices of which remained plastered around his lips and tongue. He slurped his tongue back into his mouth and swallowed that decadent nectar. It tasted every bit as delicious as her aroma. "Ahhhh, my sweet girl, did you enjoy that?"

"Ohhhhhhh..." She had to take a few moments to collect herself. Her paw was on her head, she felt lightheaded. "Oh my God... Yes... That was incredible... Thank you..."

"You're very welcome." He got up onto his knees. His cock was erect as ever, dripping a glassy bead of precum. "Now, let me know what else I can do for you. Do not hesitate to ask~"

With any and all trepidations effectively beaten out of her by that epic orgasm, her mind was flooded with possibilities. "Ahhh... How about... On the side." She rolled onto her side, showing him the portly outline of her ass and the womanly slit in between. She grabbed her haunch, pulled it up, and let it drop with a very significant wobble. "I've never done it like this before. Care to indulge me?"

"My precious garnet, there is a first for everything. I'm pleased that you would choose me to demonstrate for you." He came up to her and aimed his cock at her slit. With one paw on his shaft and the other holding her thigh for balance, he slid into her blissful cavity. Her jaw fell open, letting in a soft gasp. He went in slowly, enjoying the sight of her wintry cunt gaping around his barbarically black shaft. He hit depths inside of her she'd never felt before, all the way until his hips pressed against her butt. Her body began to tremble and her toes curled. Like a lightbulb going off, she realized for certain that he was better than any of the so-called "studs" she had laid with in the past. They would all pale in comparison from now on. Pepe was the one.

He hadn't even started fucking her yet. His dark piston pulled out of her and returned in one heavy thrust, followed by several more. Her cunt squelched around him rudely, adding to the din of moans and begs which flowed from her mouth incessantly. His big paws traveled around her body, landing on every important spot that they could reach. They slid up to her chin where she instinctively began to suckle on the tip of his index finger. He popped it out after a few moments, trailing it down her jaw and neck. The influence of his touch was nearly as great as the thrust of his cock. In his paws she felt like she was flying. "God.... Huhhhh... So good..."

"You like it?"

He dared to ask. "Oh fuck yes... Don't stop... Huhhhh..."

"Never~ Tell me, am I better than any of your boyfriends?" He was more than confident of the answer by this point.

"Oh yes~ Huhhh... Mmmmm... By a lot..." She rubbed her paw above her pubis where she could feel his shaft reaching inside of her. "By a whole lot."

Pepe chuckled. "Good to hear. Do you think you will cum again?"

"Huhhh... If you keep that up, yes..."

"Do you want me to keep it up?"

Her eyes opened to look up at him. She cut him what was almost a menacing glare.

He laughed. "Alright then. I'll keep going." And keep going he did, maintaining his deep, flowing thrusts at an even clip until her next climax arrived. It was much more restrained than the last, but an ethereal event all the same. More spasms arrived, as did a very healthy serving of womanly cream across his still-thrusting cock. He only stopped once she was at a complete stop, something that didn't happen until a very long time thanks to his direction. He patted the side of her butt. "That's a good girl. Not many men can make you do that, eh?"

A smile was imprinted on her lips. "Ahhhh... No, there isn't. Fuck." She lifted her head and looked up at him through the chaotic tangle that had become her hair. "Are you gonna cum sometime?"

"If you'd like me to."

"Well, I'd hope you would."

"Where would you want it?"

That was an easy question, yet it took her a moment to answer. "Inside. Always, inside."

"As I hoped. You are a good girl after all~"

She blushed. "Stop it."

"I will when I'm done making you cum, and I don't think I'll be quitting that anytime soon. How do you want it now?"

"Let me get on my back. I want you to kneel and do me like that."

"Ah, here you go." He carefully pulled out of her, leaving what felt like a giant vacuum of space inside of her. She flopped onto her back and opened her legs for him, smiling cheekily. She formed a V with her fingers and rubbed them along the flanks of her cunny. He knelt between her legs and added to the teasing by laying his cock onto her vulva. He sawed it up and down, a ritual of his, before making home inside of her cunt. He stayed kneeling upright, and hugged her thighs to his sides. He slid all of the way in, then kept it there for her to savor while his paws made further journeys around the lavish landscape of her body. His fingers rubbed around where he could feel his density lodged inside of her. Her fingers joined his, marveling at just how much of her he occupied. "Ah, magnifique."

He started fucking her at his usual tepid pace, letting her wallow in the abstract pleasure. She swooned her head and moaned sheepishly. Her fingers rolled around her clit, adding to the bright collage of ecstacy. Pepe made noises of his own, letting loose a few errant grunts and sighs. Watching her react to his plunges made him feel as much as a man as seeing his cock slide in and out of her. He wanted to be closer to her, to feel the heat of her breath, to hear every inflection and tremor of her voice. He leaned forward and placed his paws aside her shoulders. Her legs angled upwards, raising her feet into the air. His mouth was hung open, releasing even more joyful pants. The pleasure was building, garnering more moans out of him. Finally he had to tell her: "Ah, Minerva... I'm going to cum... Hahhh... I'm close..."

"Nnnnnnn... Yes~" she begged, trawling her finger around her pearl even quicker. "Cum inside me... Huhhh! I'm cumming too... Yes!"

It wasn't much longer from there. Both of their voices escalated, apexing at the very same instant. Pepe grinded to a halt. His back slung into a curve and his face contorted. "Huuuuuuaaaaahhhhhhh~!!!" The sudden pulse of his cock and the onrush of cum was what threw Minerva off the edge.

She joined his groan with one of her own, close to a shout. "HHNNNNUUUGGGGHHHUUUAAAHHHHUUUUuuuuuuhhh~~~!!!" More bodily theatrics shook her atop the mattress. Her cunt milked his shaft with a devastating squeeze, instigating more cum to spurt forth which in turn intensified her orgasm, thus creating a perpetual sequence of mutual climax that seemed to drag on and on for a very pleasant eternity.

At last it ended, and the two of them recuperated. Pepe staggered back up right and clumsily pulled himself out of her, letting out a viscous slag of cum. His limpening shaft was lathered in her cream, most of which was accumulated around his hilt. More of it was flecked across the bed sheet in front of her gaping cunt. Adding to the mess was his nut, flowing out of her like molasses. He had to catch his breath. "Ah... My sweet mink... Ah... That was incredible."

Minerva was floating on Cloud 9. Her entire core was heavy with delight. It was as though she had shed every ounce of her worries and strife over Pepe's penis. She promised herself that when she got home she would give Slappy a big, fat kiss. "Mmmmmmmmmm, Pepe~ That was wonderful." She lowered her legs and smiled up at him dreamily. "I'm so glad I got to meet you~"

"And I am glad to have met you. You are my finest muse, worthy of any love I can give you."

"Mmmm, I think you'll be the only one giving it to me from now on~"

"Ah? Is that so?"

"Mmhmm~" She got up onto her knees and kissed him. They made love with their mouths, savoring the afterburn of their coitus. She parted lips and asked him, "So, are you going to give me that $200? Or does this count as payment?"

He laughed. "That is up to you. I am a working man, so many women come to me expecting my body as payment. Although, you have been so magnificent that I feel I am obligated to pay you in some way."

"Hmmm, keep the money. I don't need it."

"No?"

"No." Then she shoved him in the chest, knocking him over onto his back. "But there is something else I need more of~"

He laughed. "Ah, of course. I am happy to pay you that way~"

And then he did, repeatedly.

THE END