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Kopa nearly couldn't believe what was happening. It was like one of his dreams where he couldn't move any part of his body, but this time he could actually feel the cause and results - and the extreme, immense pleasure that lanced through him every time, with this warm, slick, intoxicating weight pressing down onto his lap, and then the firm grip on his shoulder, and then the resilient, determined tug around his throat. Every time it pulsed through him his entire body arced; he curled his toes and dug them against the material of the bedsheets and mattress; he turned his head to one side and then the other; and he yanked his paws where they were bound together.

What a night it had been. Prowling around at the bars so conveniently arranged just outside the campus boundaries, making a regular nuisance of himself, hitting up those who offered him an ear, a paw, a waist, or even at one point late in the night, a hastily revealed breast around the corner to the bathrooms. Was that the same as this hyena who now pistoned herself atop him, end of his leash wrapped around her paw so she could yank him up into her? She smelled similar, and the pace of her breathing seemed right, but...

He tossed his head, swallowed, and groaned again at the mix of tension and delight thrumming through him. First that leash trailed off from the collar around his neck, then looped around his bound wrists a few times - and then around the binding itself to ensure it wouldn't come loose - and then from there up to hers, bare arm bulging with the tight tension of honed muscle. That same discipline showed along her shoulder and chest as well, firm and pert breasts bouncing in rhythm, smooth belly taut with effort, strong thighs gripping the sides of Kopa's thighs... the leopard swallowed, let another breathy moan out between half-parted lips, and flopped his head back onto the pillow already slightly damp with sweat, his lower body working as much as it could to satisfy her hunger.

Naturally, when she had first shown up at his apartment door - which meant she must have followed him, as the building required a member keycard to get through the front - he had turned his moves back on and tried his best to work her as he wanted. Kopa assumed it had worked, too, for how easy it was to get her inside and sitting down, then into a casual conversation. The thought had passed his mind, but he certainly hadn't expected for her to reach over and start undoing his pants fly when he stood nearby to offer her another drink, and then from there she led him back into the bedroom, pushed him down to the bed, made him stay there while she undressed. He had watched, stroking himself slowly, and waited for her to come over, straddle his lap, and push right down onto him - and then she had asked after a condom.

Of course that led to a brief discussion, but the look in her sharp predator's eyes already told him what the result would be. "Do well tonight," the hyena had rumbled, already stretching the collar out between her paws, "and you can go without it next time."

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That sounded like a done deal to him. Do well tonight._There simply wasn't much he could _do, though, with her gentle weight pressing him down, free paw at his shoulder to keep him level. The hyena's hips slapped against his own, wet heat spreading out through his pubic fur, trickling into his sheath, down along the middle of his sack; her scent, high and rich and a bit dizzying, filled the room. Hell, he couldn't even smell his own musk above hers.

"Hey." Another tug to his leash, echoing first along his bound wrists and then carrying through to his neck. The leopard jerked upright at the insistence. "Look at me. Come on. Look at me."

So he did as told. Amber-yellow eyes glowed in the dimness of the room, pupils sharp and slitted. Thick, sharp fangs glittered between lips parted in steady, rhythmic panting; the hyena flicked her broad tongue out - a strand of sticky saliva flopped across the side of Kopa's muzzle - and licked her lips, then swallowed open-mouthed. His gaze briefly dropped down towards her fangs, and the rope of hungry saliva that wobbled down from the base of her chin, but then just as quickly snapped back up at another tug on his leash.

"There we are..." the hyena purred. She used her leverage here to push herself all the way down onto him, nearly until the rim of the condom slipped up inside of her. Kopa gritted his teeth and swallowed, muzzle yanked up and back a bit for the way the collar pulled at his neck; the extra pressure made the noise of this swallow ring out in the room, audible over their shared panting. "Something tells me you're not so accustomed to following directions, are you?"

Kopa swallowed again, already forgetting that she would be able to hear it, then nodded - then shook his head. She tugged at his leash firmly enough to force him to sit fully upright, shifting his length buried deep inside her; as she wiggled into a comfortable position she squeezed and clenched around him, enough that he couldn't help but lift up against her in turn. Slick, sticky wetness sucked between them, fur to soaked pubic fur, and then peeled apart when he settled back.

"Well, then," the hyena went on, "we'll just have to train you a bit, won't we? Here, you can..." She craned that tight arm back towards her shoulder, lifting his head closer - then looped her other paw around, ran her fingers into his thick fur, and pressed him down against one of her breasts. Soft yet firm flesh squished up against his nose and cheeks, fur warm, short, plush; still he looked up at her, swallowed again, then parted his lips, tongue reaching out and dragging through that fur, searching, seeking... then finding its goal. "Suck there..." she went on, though her voice quickly trailed off, "...and..."

Her fingers tightened on the back of his head just as the tension on the leash slackened, but Kopa needed no encouragement here. Lips parted and pursed around her nipple, sandpaper tongue curling up from underneath, he drew gently at first, then swallowed; then did so again, and tilted his head, and pressed in until that soft flesh squished around his nose and lips.

For a moment he even forgot that his paws were bound here between the two of them, until he tried to reach them down to spread her rump against his lap. "Do well tonight and you can go without it next time."

Kopa swallowed again, then thrust up into her.

LomiDePuzlo

Indulgent satisfaction and contentment flooded through Lolo's body, just as much as the rabbit-dog atop him had flooded him with her scent. He sat upright now, though all the tension and focus had gone out of his body: he leaned forward against her somewhat larger form, legs spread comfortably underneath C'helpa with her thighs around his, and kept his chin resting right there along her chest. Again and again he drew in slow, steady breaths through his nose, carrying first the warm, comfortable aroma of her chosen perfume, then the slightly sharper touch of her natural scent beneath... and then underlining all of that the rich, salty, musky spike of their shared arousal, soaking into his fur and pooling down underneath him.

Not that he minded, of course. The Locus stirred and adjusted his arms around her waist, which resulted in another sweet shiver sent vibrating up his back: still he remained hilted inside of her, supple wet lips spread around the base of his still-hard shaft and pulling repeated rhythmic throbs out of him, though by now he had finished a good handful of minutes ago. Every little twitch and movement just refreshed the fire of arousal simmering in his loins, be that from her slick, wet walls squeezing around his still-hard shaft, either of her paws running slowly down his back or gently caressing the back of his head, or even just the stirring of her chest in slow, rhythmic breathing now that they had each come down from their finish.

Gradually he stirred again, taking his sweet time in lifting his nose up from between her plump, plush breasts. Once there he rested his chin against her chest, waiting for the rabbit-dog to look down and meet his eyes; then he smiled, chuckled softly, and started running one hand up her waist, the other remaining in place with soft fingers squeezing into softer flesh to keep her spread, and feel her warmth. C'helpa giggled softly and leaned back in turn to allow him the room to maneuver, and he took this to his advantage in leaning back as well, turning his head to the side, and then carefully, gently nipping the soft, pliable skin and flesh of her breast along the side. Its weight pulled and jiggled with his progress, and the closer he came to the point there in front, the more that C'helpa's reflexively responded to the sensation. She twitched, and tightened, and gasped, and leaned in... and then finally pressed against him and shuddered sweetly.

Lolo squeezed his free hand in against her upper back there, fingers spread to hold her in place against him. Just the same, C'helpa's paw across the back of his head tightened, her fingers coming in along his fur and hair and guiding him in place: he parted his lips around the soft, smooth skin around her nipple, searching for the spot where sleek fur gave way to unblemished skin. Just this movement in itself was enough to make her shudder and sigh atop him, and immediately he felt the result in the protruding point of her nipple, there between his lips and so close to his tongue - so he swallowed, pursed his mouth in place there, and began a slow, gentle suckling, open at first and then cupping his tongue up and underneath the rim of her nipple.

Slowly he pressed up into her again, though the sensitivity of his recent peak shuddered through him. Lolo swallowed once more, parted his lips, dove back in for another kiss against and around her nipple, and this time brought the flat of his tongue in against the now firm yet still soft flesh. Again and again he went there, pressing in, swirling around, cupping from underneath and flicking up; C'helpa's breath sighed down across his head, and as he brought his hand up from her back to cup the hefty weight of her breast from underneath, she too did the same from the other side. They lifted it up and away from her chest so that he could bring more of it into his maw, now turning his head to the side, scraping his teeth so gently through her fur and along the surrounding skin, just to nip it there in between - then give way over to his lips again, squeezing around it, sucking in, until it pulled free from his mouth.

Still, though, he wasn't quite done yet. He opened his eyes for a moment and met hers, C'helpa's unfocused and foggy with simmering pleasure. For a moment it looked as though she were about to take his head in both paws and lift him up to press her mouth to his, and get a taste of that tongue for herself; instead, though, the rabbit-dog sighed breathily, swallowed, then giggled again, and turned her upper body to the side to present her other breast. This one she hefted up atop a paw, fingers splayed beneath the soft, heavy weight to prop it up.

There was no way he could resist. Lolo straightened up a little bit further, breathed a soft laugh, then leaned in and obediently dragged the full of his tongue over her nipple, putting enough force behind it to actually scoop her breast up a bit as he licked. Then he dove back, swallowed, turned his head, lapped over it again - and again - and then pursed his lips in to draw it in through another gentle suckle, this time keeping only the point of the nipple in his mouth. From there he could slowly, carefully circle his tongue back and forth across the stiffening flesh, draw it in, then release it again. This time he brought his hand up across her chest from the other side, intentionally slipping his palm over her other, saliva-soaked breast and squeezing there. He massaged as he suckled, turning his head further to dig in, until her breast again pressed up against his nose and around his cheeks - all the while gently thrusting against her, more for the intimacy and closeness than the actual pleasurable sensation.

Just as he had lost himself buried inside of her and surrounded in her scent, now he could certainly do so again. Lolo closed his eyes and continued there, lips tight and tongue working, breath coming out in rhythmic sighs as he sucked.

Forth

Scotia sat at the edge of the bed, tense and tight yet paying careful close attention. Embarrassment washed back and forth through him, and it was all the marten could do not to squeeze his legs together and try to hide his growing arousal, stirred on just by sitting here, fully nude, in front of Quinn. The two were quite close friends and had done many things like this before, but still - it just got to him every now and then, especially today with the way they stood with one paw on their waist and the other clutched behind their back, that smarmy, knowing grin that fit them so well plastered across their short muzzle.

The ermine tilted their head to the other side, looked him up and down, and licked their lips. "What're you doing there? Spread 'em."

Scotia grumbled, averted his gaze, sighed, then did as told, erection springing up between his legs and twitching there, coaxed further on by the knowledge of their attention. They leaned in - he leaned back in response - and balanced a fingerpad against the tip of his shaft there, giving him a gentle tweak and press.

"Look at this," Quinn went on, amusement audible in their voice. "And you don't even know what we're doing yet."

"Well, then, why don't you-"

Before he could finish, they swung their other paw around in front between them, and tilted their head the other way. "Patience," they said. Her fingers rolled over the object, a roughly palm-sized sphere split horizontally down the middle, the upper half shimmering red and the lower pearly white, set with a small button in the center. "See this?"

He looked it over, then glanced up to the ermine's muzzle. "Yeah?"

"What's it look like?"

Scotia frowned. "A Pokéball."

That was the right answer, it seemed. Quinn's muzzle compressed in a warm smile and they tilted their head again, though this time their thumb came around in front and pressed at that button - and immediately Scotia felt the resultant effect on him. Something within the device shuddered and pulsed, and it seemed as though a tight, compressed vacuum grabbed hold and started to pull him in. Shock and fear thrummed through him, pounding in his chest even as that seemed to stretch and deform, the space carrying his body pulling forward and in, pinching down in towards the tiny pinpoint at the front of the ball.

Once more the marten looked up to Quinn above him, still standing with one paw on their waist and the other holding the device out. There was no sound of suction coming from the thing, nor any noises from Scotia's own body other than the expected rustling and shifting of fur on fur, and of him adjusting his posture accordingly. He tried to reach his arms out behind himself, to grip onto the sheets of the bed and hold himself in place, but it sucked at him with a force that felt much greater than he could hope to break. Like a force beyond forces, in fact: as though anything he did would just elicit a result within that vacuum, stretching at his chest and neck and belly, working up along his shoulders.

"Quinn-" he managed, lungs and throat tightening. No pain came with the compression, though, nor was there really any sort of discomfort other than an odd sense of displacement, a warring between his physical awareness and his body's confused kinesthesia - but soon this gave way to a strange sort of pleasure, the close, comfortable coziness that he got from curling up close to the wall late at night, or cuddling around a pillow when wedged against the arm of the couch watching a movie.

The ermine's smile widened into a grin and they knelt halfway down, resting that other paw on their bent knee. "See?" they cooed, and nodded down towards the captive's still-twitching shaft. "I knew you'd love it. Just you wait..."

Sensation and feeling swirled and mixed together, flooding back and forth through him the deeper he descended into the depths of the device. His fingers pulled free from the sheets, and his lower body started to slip as well; Scotia managed to spin himself around, trying to reach out for the blankets to hold himself there - but then felt the sheets again slip from his grasp, this time for the sudden unanticipated burst of sweet, delicious intensity that shocked through him as it subsumed his lower body. There came the feeling like a pair of huge, strong paws squeezing against his rump, cupping beneath his tail and swirling around to the front; then that same pressure sucking in along his sack and the base of his sheath, then from there slurping up along his hard length, pressing in against his lower belly, his upper thighs, and his balls all at once; then that suction suddenly pulling free and instead giving rein to that all-encompassing awareness of tight compression and closeness.

His legs steadily sank into the thing, as did one of his arms. Now he turned over again, able to feel every part of his body rubbing, brushing, pushing against every other part: each time he moved some part of himself inside the ball he felt it adjust everything else in turn, his nerves and sense of awareness sparking and tingling with confusion and dizziness, yet all with that sleek pleasure thrumming through him, magnified by the intense closeness of everything. When he looked up to Quinn again this time it was with an expression of arousal mixed with enjoyment, though still some of that unsure nervousness tingled at the back of his mind. He reached out to them, part of his muzzle and one paw still outside the ball.

Quinn's paw reached down to entwine with his, and then he felt their lips slip up and press against his own... and then follow him into the depths of the ball. Some resistance and retraction, a little bit of shivering hesitation - but then what little space remained inside the device suddenly started to become much, much tighter, as a second presence slipped in alongside his own.

Iridium

Iri crept low and slow through the deep woods, camera clutched in his hands before him and sensitive ears perked. One his rare breaks from working at the Center he liked to come out here into the wild, to enjoy the peaceful presence of nature and the lambent beauty of the untouched world so close to the main routes of the region. So many stunning Pokémon he had seen between the trees back here, enough to the point that some time back he had purchased a camera for the sole purpose of having something with which to decorate his office later.

And what a bounty he had reaped so far. All the usual forest suspects, bird Pokémon and bugs, the occasional stray Oddish or something of that sort, a Nickit once, a stray Mightyena another time... and then one time, in a dizzying, intoxicating event that he still somewhat doubted, the gleaming, glistening shape of Xerneas spied from through a clearing of trees. In disbelief, the dragon had crouched down and snapped as many shots as he could, a few for the office, a handful to send off to various magazines around the region, and then of course a few for his own, private collection, as his approach had led him to come up on the legendary from behind.

The Pokédex's measure of nearly ten feet included the antlers, Iri found. This meant that, standing upright, his muzzle came _just_about level with the rump of divinity, and being quite the tasteful photographer, he took as much evidence as he could. The fact that he still _had_those photos was the one thing that convinced him the encounter had actually happened, instead of being just a dream: he recalled the Xerneas turning to face him and speaking to him, through his mind as though she knew he were there.

In fact, just earlier today on his lunch break he had slipped off into the upstairs bathroom at the Center and brought those pictures up on his phone again, and spent another good twelve minutes or so enjoying them all over again. Those thoughts and fantasies fresh in his mind, he had delved once more into the woods with the hope yet not the expectation of another such experience, and now realizing he had slowed in his goal - and was half-seriously thinking about finding a nice spot behind a tree to go through those pictures again - shook his head and moved to continue on his way...

...then stopped where he stood, surprise nearly forcing him off-balance. Right here in front of him, right here, was exactly what had pranced and bounced and swayed itself around in his mind - being, of course, that very same Xerneas's presented backside, the wide, fluffy tail hiked at the base. Iri looked up in disbelief, eyes grazing first over the slick, supple flesh presented there, black velvet pelt giving way to black leather skin glistening with natural moisture and wetness: flashes of inner pink shone from within the sleek puckered wrinkles of her sex, and even from here the Trainer could see the overlapping tight folds of her tailhole up above, twitching and shivering gently with the natural reflexes within her body. That skin reached up along the underside of her tail and ended in a point there, flicking side to side as the great beast looked back at him.

"I felt you here again," Iri heard in his head. It was the same voice, or lack thereof, really, that had conversed with him the first time after he had taken the pictures. This odd sensation of a thought within his experience, yet originating from outside... he stood up, which again put his muzzle almost perfectly level with the luscious display before him, and tried to maintain eye contact with the vaguely cervine creature, if creature_she truly was, here in the forest. _"As before, you are still a wonderful friend to Pokémon. You have great respect and affection for them, though sometimes your... eagerness waxes a little too far."

The dragon swallowed, camera forgotten along the strap around his neck, and once more flashed his eyes forward to the Xerneas's face. Within seconds, though, they crept right back towards her raised tail.

"But there is no shame in that," she went on, lowering her head a bit. This resulted in her hind end lifting a little bit further..."And as such, I am willing to offer you something in the way of respite and thanks, and present to you a-"

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Iri almost didn't hear the rest. Seeing his opening and opportunity the dragon swung himself forward, immediately dropping into the half-crouch that actually put him level with the dock underneath that tail. Soft skin slid down along the bridge of his snout, and in another few seconds he had mashed his nose right up into the center of that puckered tailhole, firmly enough that each surprised squeeze and clench from the Xerneas could be felt pinching back around his sensitive nostrils. Divine legend as she was, this Xerneas still maintained a mortal, flesh and blood form, with all of its quirks, vices, kinks, and processes: Iri felt the simmering heat of her inner body seeping out from the pucker in the center there, the rich, earthy musk of grass mixed with natural internal mucus, the scent of a wild animal, the so-familiar clinging bite of tender arousal.

That made the dragon smirk, muzzle already buried here against her rump, nose teasing in along those tense wrinkles while his chin brushed up between slick lips.

In the back of his mind that voice echoed again, reverberating off of distant walls and coming to him as only a second though:"What are you - I had intended for you to-"

Iri reached up with his hands, camera dangling from his neck, and slid his thumbs in along the exterior rim of the Xerneas's tailhole, intentionally spreading her so that he could dig deeper into that tinted flesh. Scent, heat, and humidity all heightened as he pressed further, and there he could feel the natural stickiness of her rim sucking along his nose. He drew deeply from within those wrinkles, throat stirring and chest swelling out with hot, humid air drawn both from between those wrinkles as well as from deeper inside.

"Would you-"

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He would not. The Trainer reached up above himself to tug at the base of that lifted tail, folding it down along his head between his ears and horns to effectively seal himself in place there, wrapping himself in the high, humid, clinging scent that already smeared across the inside of his nostrils and back of his throat. He swallowed again, sighed through his open mouth, felt her sex twitch and shiver at the tickle, then lifted up a little bit further; his nose stuck in place there and he couldn't resist digging back in once more, digging and swirling around, before tilting his head, lifting up - and then finally wrapping his lips right around the exterior of that tailhole. Thick, dense steam seemed to curl up against the roof of his mouth once he wriggled his tongue forward and in, and then he started to suckle gently, lifting off those little bits of sweat and grass and slime. His hands slid forward, reaching to wrap around the Xerneas's haunches - and to his delight he felt her scoff, sigh, and then widen her stance, lowering herself down a bit to accommodate him.

Friend to Pokémon, she had said. A little bit more than that, really.

RuariYeen

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Lukas squirmed as those paws ran up and down his body, smoothing the loose fabric in the front of his chest and then sliding down further over the soft, plush fur of his lower belly, put on full display in the little window beneath the hem of the shirt. The cut there was a little different than he was used to, as was the way it rode up along his shoulders, and how the sleeves dove in at a bit of an angle to show more of his upper arms so that he always felt like he had to reach up and tug them back down, but - looking here in the mirror he had to admit: it was a good look.

It didn't quite fit him though. Physically, that was: a little loose around the upper chest and then a little tight part of the way down, with loose folds hanging down along his shoulders... one of those same paws, striped black and white with long, carefully maintained claws painted matte olive-green, came up again and pinched the shirt down over his chest, while the other slid up his smooth bellyfur to disappear beneath the fabric. Immediately the sensation of the touch vibrated down the otter's back, resulting in a little flick and sway of his rudder tail right from the base, and he couldn't quite suppress a shaky intake of breath and sweet sigh out afterwards.

Every time she touched him it made him shiver - and every time she set her sharp teeth against his skin, digging through thick fur in the open space between his neck and the collar of the shirt, it caused him to tighten up and squirm all over again. He sucked in another breath through gritted teeth, watching himself through half-lidded eyes in the mirror as those striped paws continued their perusal of his body, and as the hyena's muzzle sank into place there on his shoulder, her mane tickling at his nose and ear and making him tilt his head a little further away, her piercings catching the light from overhead and glittering back in the mirror. Bright silver and then little gemstone pinpoints of color, drawing his foggy gaze from mark to mark - though he always returned again to her eyes there above his shoulder, ocher-amber and as sharp as the teeth that pressed into his fur.

With a smooth little growl in her throat the striped hyena pulled away, though kept her paws in place. The one along his chest continued up to drape her fingers around his collarbone and neck - again he tilted his head up and away - while the other reversed its course, now slipping down to smooth the fur back into its place.

"I think," she began, voice warm and rich in his ear, "we could do with something maybe a little bit tighter, but this was all I held onto. Between hormones, workouts, diets, my body's always changing. Which means," and now she intentionally pressed her chest against his back, bending him slightly forward against the wide heft of her breasts, "I'll always have something for you to try on. Isn't that nice?"

Lukas chuckled again and reached up to trail his fingers up Ruari's thigh just behind his own. He swallowed again, wet his lips, then felt another irresistible shudder as her claws dug into the soft flesh of his belly, pressing into place there just so she could slip her paw beneath his waistband. This part he wasn't so certain about, but he had to admit that it looked good on his hips - and he liked the way that it made Ruari look at him, yellow eyes fixed downwards at the mirror, playing back and forth over the spot where chocolate and cream fur disappeared beneath the ruffled pleats of the skirt, also smooth mossy green.

"And also," she went on, teasing those claws right at the rim of his underwear. Not just his underwear - but his panties, and already he could tell why so many girls and otherwise complained about cargo space; Ruari slid her paw back out from beneath the waist of the skirt and this time went up from underneath, flipping the loose fabric over her wrist and trailing in along from the side, careful fingerpads brushing over silky-smooth fabric at the dense, warm, sensitive skin and flesh beneath. A little bit of fidgeting and searching, and then Lukas sighed at the relief of the pressure being released from around him, panties tugging down along his thighs to rest in at the base of his sack. Ruari's fingers curled around there and tugged, then came up just a little bit further, searching...

"You're used to having a little bit - extra, aren't you?"

...until she found the wrinkled, tapered overhang of his foreskin, then took that slick, supple warmth between her forefinger and thumb to rub it in against itself. Lukas sucked in another gasp between his teeth and pressed back against her, now grinding his skirted rump against her front, while the hyena continued rubbing there, back and forth and in circles. He swallowed and bumped his head on her shoulder, unable to resist the desire to press up and forward into her grip; each time he twitched and throbbed in her grasp he felt that extra allowance slip back, bit by bit, until she spread her fingers - still what little overhang remained stuck together against itself, slightly slick on the inside - to wrap around him, and press down towards his base.

"Sorry I couldn't get anything in this nice blue tint you have," Ruari went on, fingers of her other paw tracing along the swirled markings that coursed up his thigh. "I'll take you shopping sometime. But you'll have to go in this. Deal?"

Once more Lukas grunted and twitched, his long tail wrapping around to curl along the hyena's legs and tug her forward against him. Ruari hooked her thumb down over the base of his now fully hard shaft, giving it a little tug and wiggle where the rest of the skirt hung down across it. Again and again she pulsed her paw around it, base to tip and then back again.

"We've got you in my jeans before," she rumbled into his ear, now holding his waist with her other paw so she could grind up beneath his tail, "so the next step is shopping - and taking you into the fitting rooms, too. You'll need an extra pair of paws to fit into some of what I have in mind. And, oh, maybe an extra mouth, too... if you're in a skirt, we could just omit the panties too, right? And that way I can just flip it up whenever and do something like this. Wouldn't you like that?"

Again he looked at himself in the mirror, flat belly stretched back and shirt now tight along his chest with the angle at which he stood, legs spread, hem of the skirt bouncing and flowing with the pace of her stroking. Back and forth his eyes danced between his own muzzle, Ruari's over his shoulder, and then down where her paw worked, also where she kept her gaze focused. There was that dreamy look in her eyes, simmering up whenever she drew pleasure for herself out of the pleasure she gave to him, pace steadily growing in speed and intensity, slipping that supple skin forward and back, tossing the frills of the skirt back and forth over him - until in a few minutes the otter gasped, gritted his teeth, squeezed down against her, then jerked - then did so again, and again, each time spraying out another spurt of milky white across the glass of the mirror.

"There you go," she cooed, still stroking. "Good boy. Good_distance._ Maybe we'll try to get you in a dress next. Does that sound good?"

Exhausted, Lukas flopped against her - then gave another few bucks from his hips every time her now slightly sticky paw slid up towards the end of his shaft. "Sounds... fine. Can we make it - blue this time?"

"We'll just have to go look, won't we?"