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She panted heavily, tongue stretched as far as it could go. Each white speck she lapped was accompanied by a dozen more she couldn't reach in time. It had been a long time since Izalle had seen any, much more so since she last saw it so plentiful. The snow enthralled her. While the friend she was staying with was out at work, she had little to do. The apartment building had no lawn, so she walked to a nearby public park, bundled heavy. While the winds had died down, it was still frigid outside, and the air nipped at her nose while she danced about.

With her focus set on finding the biggest snowflakes, a small pile of shoveled snow eluded her sight. Izalle hopped backwards a few times, lining up what must have been the largest she'd seen all day. Her last hop, however, landed her right on the packed snow, and with no traction, spun around trying to balance out. Yet before she had a chance to steady, the lynx slid into a ring-tailed lemur that was enjoying the park from his spot on a bench. Izalle caught onto the startled occupant as he leaped up to catch her, but the impact was so forceful that her tongue, previously wrapped around her muzzle from the spinning, lashed out like a whip and curled around his face.

When she was younger, she found the length of her tongue embarrassing, but had eventually decided that her body was what it was, and that there was no reason she should find anything about it undesirable. But now, with it going across the lemur's mouth, up his cheek, and barely brushing his ear, a blush that would have melted the lake came on. Her jaw moved, trying to say something, but her mind failed to provide words for it. Her eyes darted between her tongue and his eyes for a few seconds, before she quickly withdrew the wet appendage, unwittingly dragging it across his lips as she did so.

As Izalle tried to verbalize an apology, she felt something poking at her. Slowly releasing her hold and looking down, the sight caused her to gasp in horror. First at the bright green thong, seen through popped jeans, straining to hold back something her mind refused to identify, then at the fact she had started pulling tighter against him. She stood there for a few moments, her arms pulling their bodies firmly together, before starting to stammer. "I, I, I... I di-- don't mean to oh God this is horrible."

"I'm sorry!" he yelped rather awkwardly. "It just, I mean, it's not" he barely got out, before whimpering as she uncontrollably pushed her pelvis against his, wanting to just melt around him and disappear. As she buried her head into his chest, on the verge of tears, his mind raced with desire to run, letting him freak out in the privacy of his home. Then his mouth, apparently no longer on good terms with the brain, went "I'm Todd. Where do you live, I'll walk you home." She sniffed, not looking up. Cringing, she managed to get out "East. A block." Putting an arm around her shoulders, he used the other to pull the now lose coat down over the bulge. They walked side by side in quiet, her head pressed into his arm. Her mind was pained with thoughts moving in every direction, a cacophony she could barely stand.

After a brisk walk, they entered the building. She looked up briefly to point to her door, ashamed to show her face even though no one knew what happened, most even having never met her. Some fumbling later, they got inside and Izalle made a dash for the bathroom. Todd glanced about as he took a few calming breathes. He was upset with himself, even though it was a natural reaction he couldn't control. The pressure had subsided, so he removed his coat and took the opportunity to close the snap on his jeans. Mentally, he was lost: he wanted to stay, feeling the need to apologize and repent, but still couldn't completely ignore the urge to run. Maybe it'd just be a funny story one day he'd laugh about, the thought went, but he wouldn't have it and planted himself on the couch.

As the seconds turned into minutes, he fidgeted, nervous eyes darting about as thoughts of running pushed more and more alternatives from his mind. But the door clicked, and with it his mind froze. He stared at the door as out came Izalle, out of her coat and sweater, just in her pants and an ill-fitting v-neck. Under the bulky clothing, the lemur wasn't able to see her figure well. Her tongue wasn't the only thing about her that was large. A full bosom, large enough he wouldn't dare try to guess its size, and equally curvy bottom, turned him into a stammering wreck. She scooted up next to him on the couch as he looked away, trying to avoid a repeat of the incident. Then for a few seconds looked at him before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. He snapped around and slack-jaw, eeking out a few syllables expressing his shock. "Thank you. For walking me home" she said softly. Smiling at his dumbfounded expression, she leaned in and again kissed him, right on the lips, and he kissed back.

As Todd leaned back, she leaned forward slightly and impulsively licked his nose from afar. As the tongue bobbed above her breasts on its way back, he stared at it and whimpered as he felt the pressure building. Just as he tried to excuse himself, a pop interrupted as the bright green blob came oozing out of the jeans. Panicking, his pulse quickened as his glance darted about the living room. But before he could even try to formulate an apology, a hand entered his pants, nearly causing him to scream in surprise. Izalle at this point made another major decision in her life. Any person's body is their body, and no one should be ashamed of what they were given. She was going to make sure he'd no longer be ashamed, too.

Despite the time taken, he was still growing; the green monster started sliding up her arm as she looked on in awe. It suddenly stopped is climb as the thong could stretch no more. But needing somewhere to go, it start bowing out sideways. Izalle flinched as it popped out. swung upwards, and from the momentum of the heavy member, impacted his chest with a loud thud. Panting, with it bobbing between them, he started to feel light headed. As it started drooping, she slid her tongue out. The arousal caused it to bounce back with enough force to rub along the tongue's length. She wrapped it around the shaft, and as she shifted onto her knees she gently pushed him onto his back. He was nearly crying from embarrassment, but as she slid down his shaft, moving it into her muzzle, he melted. As she started working his shaft, she pulled his pants down, exposing the rest of him.

No more surprises lurked under his clothes, and Izalle caught herself feeling slightly disappointed. Though as he gripped the cushions, squirming from the pleasure, she briefly stopped to remove her shirt, letting her chest engulf his twitching penis. Dangling her tongue, she dragged it all over, making the long red mass slick as it dripped down and onto her breasts. As saliva saturated the fur, she started squeezing them together, occasionally hefting them up and down. Thoughts started drifting to more mutually pleasureful forms of intimacy, and as they started getting more creative, she unexpectedly found one of her hands working its way into her pants, pushing and rubbing at the thin fabric covering her sensitive areas.

Looking on as best he could, Todd was memorized by the two big mounds undulating around him. When she shifted, he nearly started salivating as the two small bumps on them began puffing outwards. The areolae were large and soft, but the teats hadn't seemed to be anything special, until now, almost pulsing as they expanded. As they creeped outwards, he forced his hands to loosen their grip. Gently, he put his hands on her breasts, feeling the nipples as the teats poked out between his fingers, moaning as precum started oozing from his soaked shaft. Sliding his paws, he started lightly tugging at the peaks, now at their final size, bordering on two inches long, sloping out wider at the base.

She moaned softly, being played with both by her own betraying hand as well as those of the oozing lemur, following with a deep breath as she leaned forward. He yelped out of surprise as her mouth started sinking on his shaft, squeezing it tightly, and in turn his muscles clenched, forcing pre to seep out into the back of her mouth, lubricating both the source and recipient of it. To his amazement, she sank further, and with every inch she fell another glob of slickness came forth. Her breasts parted as she forced herself lower, her throat spasming with every push, joined by her pounding heart. As his crotch got closer, the pace of her hand grew quicker.

Todd's sack grew taut, out of her sight. There was not much farther for her to go, and that was driving him wild, provoking him to grab her shoulders. Izalle struggled, her throat fighting the last few inches, but she was too determined to get this. Then, taking advantage as it spasmed, she pushed down hard, burying her nose into his fur, her chin rubbing against his balls. The pressure and the squirming along the entire length had become unbearable, and as he uncontrollably bucked his hips into her face, despite being all the way in, he unwillingly let loose. His sacked tightened further as seed flowed, jet after jet augmented by the furious production from his other glands, directly injected into her stomach. She was buzzing, and the feeling of her stomach being filled by force drove her over the edge. Her legs quivered as she ground her hand into her opening, pushing the soaked cloth out of the way. Muscles inside clamped down around it, her body uselessly trying to let out a squeal, awash in pleasure. Grinding and humping slowly subsided as she rode out the intensive wave, and a limpness overtook her body.

Against the desire to remain still, the current situation worked its way to her consciousness, driving her to take her free hand and push herself up, letting the slicked shaft slide out. With a whimper as the head of it brushed across her tongue and past her lips, Todd looked on in awe. The penis shuddered as it started becoming limp, glistening in the open air, and Izalle took her first breath of the past several minutes. She withdrew her now soaked hand as she panted heavily. Sitting up, he leaned forwards and took hold of her wrist, proceeding to lick her palm as a smile cracked across her face. She started giggling, and he joined in. She moved her mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came to her. So she closed it and smiled once more, and slid down next to him instead, putting her slightly messy arm across his chest. He looked at her and put his arm around her, too, and as they lied there, he just kept smiling while she nodded off.

He had stopped dating, since whenever sex inevitably happened, it ended in disaster, and none of his partners could get past that. And yet today, not only were there no looks of disgust but she took control to start it, knowing before hand what she was in for. Now he had hope that when she awoke, this moment would be part of a long relationship instead of a fleeting moment. Relaxed, for the first time in many years, he drifted off to sleep while embracing the one he would dream of living with into the far future.

Webster Leone, 1 March 2010