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Chapter One

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«"Introducing the new magazine from FurLove Studios, Looking Fur Love! Tired of searching everywhere for your one true mate? Have a peek at Looking Fur Love, where only the cutest and most handsome furs make it past our grueling auditions to place their pictures and love stories here in our pages! So if you're looking for some hot tail, pick up a copy and give your favorite fur a scritch!

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A box sat on his doorstep. Killa picked it up, turning it over; on the back, small letters in the corner read: Fur For Love, Number 12345. He lifted his head, looking around----the mailman had already left, but his retreating tail showed over a neighbor's fence. Had he known what he was delivering?

"Aahh, I'm not worried." He pawed the air and headed inside.

In the next hour, he listened to messages from his mother, washed a load of dishes, and packed a case of beer into the refrigerator. Pulling out one of the cold ones, he headed to the recliner in the living room, video in hand.

"Let's see what we have here. This week, number 12345, F4M/F4F." Smiling, he considered, "So she's not picky, huh?...Well, sounds like she just might be my type." At least he hoped she was...the last few dates had told him he wasn't their type. He leaned forward on his chair, sliding the video into his VCR. "All right...get past the advertisements...."

Two black-and-white striped breasts, easily a D-cup or bigger, filled up the screen.

"WOW! What a woman!" His jaw came undone. He swore he felt his tongue touching the carpet...had he seen this girl before? He sure wouldn't forget the face attached to boobies like those----unless it'd been hit by battery acid.

And when those boobies backed up, it wouldn't have mattered if she'd been hit by acid. If this was how she looked now, he could care less what she had looked like before.... Two gorgeous blue eyes stared into his----staring past the screen, seemingly at him.... «"Hi,"» she husked, as if there wasn't even a screen between them.

"H...Hi," he managed, knowing this was a recording.

She continued, inch-long eyelashes fluttering in his direction. «"My name's Savoya Tailchaser. My friends call me Sav...but you can call me 'Savvie'. Just don't call me late for the party."» Her long, fluffy black-and-white tail curled behind her, swishing back and forth. «"Gosh, it's been a long time since I've answered any questions.... Here are the obvious ones.

«"I'm single. That much should be clear...."» She flirted her breasts. «"My measurements are 42-26-44. I'm 21 years old, so you can take me out to a bar without worrying about the cops. And these...."» Another generous jiggle of those generously-sized boobs. «"My breasts are more than likely a DD by now, though they were a C when I graduated. I sure did grow a lot in such a short time...."» Laughing, she flicked her ears up and down. «"I'm looking for a handsome young guy to take me out. Every now and again, though, I'll kiss a girl...if I don't immediately click with the guy I'm looking at."»

"You're clickin' with something here," Killa whispered, his cock harder than iron.

«"I like my men short. I'm over 6' tall, so I think most of them would be.... I like guys with smooth dark fur...maybe it's a little silly, but I like 'em kinda tough. Sometimes they can be a little too rough, but I can hold my own if a guy decides to scritch me the wrong way. I love thick hair and fur...the thicker, the better. And scars.... If there's a rugged story behind them, I love a man who can scrap. Think you're the guy for me, handsome? Call me."»

"I want to!" he blurted, his tail thwapping the chair. "I want to! I'm gonna! Just give me the number----I gotta find out where you are, how to get ahold of you----"

The tape clicked to a blank screen. «"To contact Fur for Love 12345, text 12345 to FurLove! A representative will get you in contact with this lovely lady, at only 99 cents per text. Remember, text 12345 to FurLove! Serious inquiries only, please."»

"As if anyone wouldn't be serious about this one," Killa murmured. He pressed 'Mute' on the television, and just let the tape loop back and forth, staring at those gorgeous pouty lips, the shake of that sweet ass.... "Oh yeah...." Rising from his chair, he pulled the shades and settled back down to sit, one hand on his cellphone and the other sliding fingers into his jeans.

"12345...FurLove. Send." Staring back up at the screen, Killa lost himself in those sexy blue eyes, the curvy figure of that video goddess, and eagerly jerked himself off. The camera panning all the way down to her breasts, her hips.... Was he imagining things, or were those slender two-toned fingers tracing around her nipples? She was wearing a short skirt..., but he swore he saw the sweetest little pussy underneath.... He could almost see it----

"Ah...Y-yeah.... Savvie...I'm gonna...aaahh...."

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"Thanks, guys! I'm gonna take off early, that all right with you?"

The black cat standing behind the desk tipped his head. "Sure, Miss Tailchaser. You've already made this week's set-up easy for us. Appreciate you being able to stay late, by the way...we never know how hard this is going to get until the actress doesn't show up. If they asked me, I'd just let you star in the top role. You've got a lot more experience than that little screen virgin back there...."

"Yeah, but cam-dating's the best I can do. Half the people who see me on the screen have no idea that I don't actually look like that...and Looking Fur Love isn't as popular as it should be." Savvie shook her head. "Wish I could run the top role, but with all those guys back there----I don't want to work with a guy I'd have to fluff, you know what I mean?"

"Absolutely." He smiled. "Oh, and you have a new text. The number is 555-4825. Someone called 'Ice Cold' Killa...."

Savvie giggled. "He sounds cute. I think I'll drop in on him."

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Killa burst through the doors of the Heaven-Eleven. "Hey! I need a few things, Marty. First off, do you have any more Looking Fur Love videos of Fur 12345? You know, the, uh, sugar glider with the huge knockers?" Looking up at the magazine and video racks, he found with a shock, "T-That girl right there----CamStars: Hot Furs #12. For fuck's sake! She's a porn star?"

"Savoya Tailchaser. Yeah, that appears to be the same girl. She's got black hair in this one, and dark contact lenses, but it looks like the same build. Same tail...and here," Marty motioned to the slight inward tuft at the left side of her face, "that's not easily copied. But this is amateur hour, Killa. You sure you want to look at this one?"

"Everything you've got on her." Killa slapped down his MasterFur. "Everything."

Marty opened his catalog. "Well, that's gonna be hard, Killa. Looks like I have forty-two different tapes. You want to buy 'em, or rent 'em?"

"They all porn?"

"Yeah," the beaver answered. "All of 'em. But the hotter Cam Stars videos are the ones with the girls. Hell, I have a few with single-species...would you believe this girl once had sex with Shadow the Hedgehog? Not often it happens to a porn star, but hell, she's gotten harder poundings. She's got a few with...uh.... Who the hell is Shard?"

"Holy cow. Shard the Hedgehog. He's a robot...kinda like a mashed-up Metal Sonic. So she has a thing for hedgehogs, does she? That's a pretty good thing for someone like me...." Killa indicated his quills, which had long since stiffened hard with the rest of him. "Give me tapes with unique stuff. Like, all the different stuff she likes. There aren't too many different ways to fuck...."

"You wouldn't know it. This girl once had sex with a priest in a confessional."

Killa blinked. "Whuh? MAN! Now I REALLY have to meet her! What do you think the chances of me getting with a girl like that are?" Marty was usually good enough to tell him what the odds were...at least, he could hope so....

"Well...." Marty shook his head. "Not good, actually. She'd eat you alive."

The hedgehog placed a hand on his throbbing heart. It'd begun to pound against his ribs like a jackhammer. "I'm not going to assume anything until I know. How recent are those Cam Stars videos, anyway? Has she made any lately?"

"Nah. She works for FurLove Studios...as a gaffer. It pays better than the CamStars, considering not too many people like the 'Looking Fur Love' angle. Her last CamStars video was...." Marty flipped pages, "two and a half years ago, in May. Think she's gotten pretty much past those...so maybe she's thinking of calling it quits. Gaffer job's not bad work." Sighing, he murmured, "I'll pick you the most popular ones...although, those are rented and usually returned in horrible condition...."

Killa shook his head. "How about the ones that are still sealed? I'll buy 'em off ya."

"Huh? Oh yeah...probably eleven of those. Not too bad a cost, either...I marked 'em half off, because I just can't get 'em to move. Everything else is going in and out of the doors, but I'd rather just get this bunch off my hands. Not that they aren't sexy. They're plenty sexy. But they've got simplistic stuff. Car washing...construction..., all sorts of crap she's actually good at, but doesn't get paid for. You'd learn a lot from these...but porn is not supposed to be PBS, y'know. If ya really want 'em, Killa, take 'em. I couldn't charge ya for 'em anyway."

Killa smiled weakly. "All right. If you----" A vibration in his pocket turned his attention downward. "Uh, hang on. I have a text."

"Sure, Killa. No hurry." Marty went back to work.

His heart thundering, Killa tapped the screen lightly, opened up the virtual envelope.

«FROM: Unlisted Number. Message:

Hi there. I saw your text...it's been a while since anyone's looked me up. Let's get together.

<3 Savvie <3

REPLY?»

"Yes, yes, YES!" Killa punched the air. "Holy crap, Marty, I actually got a reply from Savvie! I don't think it's an automatic message.... It looks like she actually replied! Check it out, Marty----" He waved the phone in front of the beaver, who simply sighed and shook his head. "What, Marty? Isn't this awesome?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it is." Marty smiled. "So, y'want your usual, or what?"

Killa looked up at the counter. "Savvie smokes...How about a pack----No, a carton----of Winter Menthol? They're pretty hard to find these days, but it's the only thing she smokes...."

"And she's the reason I carry 'em." Marty added a snowflake-printed carton to the sack. "Anything else? Condoms, lube..., toys? I do have a back room, y'know. And if you're gonna meet this girl, ya gotta show her some love by giving her a personalized present. I've got just the thing."

Nodding, Killa looked down at the phone again. «REPLY» "Let's see. Something to make her happy. She probably wants to know what she's getting into before she meets me...."

«Killa/20/Male. Srry 2 txt 2 l8.

The moment i saw u i loved u. Ur so beautiful. I gotta meet u. Do u really look like that? Blonde hair & blue eyes? Hot <3 It's hard 2 tlk 2 beautiful girls like u. Srry ^_^;

@->- Killa»

"Well, she's probably gonna find me annoying. A gorgeous girl like that?" Killa looked up at Marty----the beaver held up a lacy, electric blue lingerie set. "Heeeyyy. That's awesome...Why do you have something like that in here?"

Marty showed him a remote. "The bra and panty are fitted with little wires here. Touch this----" He held one cup of the bra to Killa's hand. "Check it. It works on the principles of the 'call me' panty. Only this stuff, it's recent. If I sold more FurLove Studios stuff here, I'd put out a whole wall of 'em. But I don't have the room, and I don't have the endorsement. Why don'tcha take it with ya? It's the right size...DD bra, medium-large panty." Without waiting for an answer, he folded it back into its paper package, and then set it into the sack.

"Thanks, Marty. And just in case...how about that lovers' kit there? Those are edible, right?"

"Yep. Dunno if you'll use the condoms, though----they don't hold up well to hard humping. You'd better take a box of these." Marty set a box of Maximum Endurance condoms into the sack. "If it goes as well as you hope it will, the two of you are gonna make some sweet music."

Killa handed over his MasterFur. "I hope that's the case...she's a fantastic woman."

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Savvie sat in the back of the FurLove Studios limousine, looking around at the nightlife outside the windows. They sat still in traffic; the Pony Pride parade was still going on. So many drayhorses and mares, other furs who apparently felt like ponies, and even a few humans paraded around in brightly-colored costumes. One bold mare in a bikini walked up beside Savvie without noticing her, dancing around on glow-stick hooves.

"Eh, damn pride parade. Schedule it sometime around the morning rush, willya? Not the evening commute. Really...." In the driver's seat, a pretty Chimera sat tapping her nails on the steering wheel; beside her, a little girl sat playing with her dolls. "Kyla, be good. Don't throw anything out the back window."

"Yes, Mama." Kyla sat still, reaching for a bottle in the cupholder next to her.

Savvie nuzzled into the velvet seat, her tail curling over her thighs. "So April. The actress came in late again. Stupid, huh? If you're gonna bang for bucks, you should at least come in on time, amirite?" She cast a look over her tail to one of the male cast members of Bare Bunnies 2; Pietro was a pretty good guy. (At least he never came in late.)

"Holy craps----" He pointed out the window. "Heeey----April!"

"Stop, April! Someone's trying to cross the street----" Savvie held to the handle above her as the limo swerved to a halt. "Oh shit...."

"Oh geez, did I hit him?" April leapt out of the driver's seat.

Savvie and Pietro looked at each other. "Not good, huh?" She frowned at her friend. "I'd hate to have to make a detour at the hospital----" But now the door opened, April grunted with the effort of pushing someone into the vehicle.... Someone who turned around in shock, gaping at everything....

And then, he stared upward at her...and knocked his head on the floor.

"Uh...." 'Great,' she thought with a frown. 'He fainted.' Pulling the young man into the seat beside her, Savvie fanned at his face. Pietro grabbed the sack he'd been carrying and set it near his feet. "Easy there.... Come on. What's the matter, got low blood sugar or something?" Savvie pulled out a strawberry malt and took a careful sip. 'Most sugar-choked stuff I know of....'

She pressed her lips to his, and slowly fed the flavored alcohol into his mouth. "Come on, buddy," she murmured, pulling him up to slap at his back. "...Whoa. Yow, don't want to do that...." Slapping a hedgehog on the back was a stupid move. Two fingers maneuvered to his throat, checking---- "Yeah, he just fainted. From shock, or something. He's still breathing...he's fine."

His wallet was sliding out of his jacket. "Let's see. 'Killa Hedgehog, age 20....'" Savvie blinked. "Waitaminnit. This guy was the one who texted me. You know, Pietro, the text I showed you half an hour ago?"

"Yeah, I saw...." Pietro goggled at the unconscious hedgehog. "This kid?"

Savvie shook her head. "He's not a kid. He's barely younger than me." Still, she felt bad for the poor guy. He'd almost gotten mashed into the road by the limo, had probably been heading out from work or something.... "Pietro, look into his bag for me, would you? Make sure nothing got broken...." If there had been glass or something in his bag, she didn't want it spilling anywhere....

"Sure, Savvie----Uh.... Ahora! Savvie! Look in here----" Pietro flashed something that looked like a DVD.

Savvie turned fully to see what he was holding...and blinked. "The CamStars videos that didn't sell.... Holy crap. He bought all of those? That one there didn't get any royalties for a year...." She turned back to look at Killa, who stirred slightly in her arms. "You must really think a lot of me, handsome...and here I am, wondering if you knocked your head on something...." She gently wiped his forehead with the tail of her vest, checking for a fever. "You're going to be all right."

"So hey, Savvie, where you headed?"

"Back home. To the penthouse. He's getting out with me...I'm going to watch over him for the night." Savvie held Killa's head between her breasts, cushioning the developing bruise on his skull. "Gotta make sure he's going to be conscious in the morning.... If he's not all right in about half an hour anyway, I'm going to take him to the hospital."

April nodded. "Yeah, I see your point. You're...not mad at me, are you?"

"Nah. You didn't hit him. He's all right----he smacked his head on the ground, not the limo." Something moved against Savvie's breasts, a hand reaching up to investigate its surroundings. Looking down, she found Killa's eyes slowly blinking; he had the dazed, slightly glassy look of a man in pain. "Hey...," she greeted. "Are you all right, sweetheart?...You gonna be okay?"

"...Am I dead...?" He rubbed his eyes slowly, concentratively. "I must be...."

She shook her head. "Nah. You just bonked your head on the street. What do you remember, Killa?" When he tried to move, she tugged him closer, settling him on her lap. "Don't strain yourself. Just think back to what you were doing earlier."

"...Last thing I remember," he murmured, "a pink limousine stopped about an inch from my nose.... I smacked my head, and this girl grabbed me and pushed me in here.... And then...."

His vision cleared, and he stared. "Holy crap.... It's you...."

"Yeah," Savvie agreed softly. "It's me. Looks like the two of us found each other earlier than you thought we would. Where were you headed, anyway?"

His fingers fidgeted with themselves. "I...uh...I was headed to FurLove Studios.... I was gonna pick you up...."

"Awww. Aren't you sweet! Well, I've got good news for you----" Savvie pointed out the window, to where the Whitefox Apartments' skyscraper rose in the low sunset light ahead of them. "See that penthouse up there, at the very top of the building?"

"Yeah," he admired, "I do see it.... You live there?"

Savvie nodded. "The gaffer job pays enough for me to live there...and even if it didn't, the studios have me covered. I almost considered working as an adult theatre star..., you know, like my friend Pietro over there.... He's in the Bare Bunnies series. CamStars, though, paid the bills and got me a few hundred exposures...." Smiling weakly, she confessed, "A lot of times, those videos were taken in my partners' cars.... I almost wanted to start a series in the limo, but if I was gonna do that, I'd have to give up the gaffer job for a while."

"You can do anything you want. A babe like you? You could be a Hollyfur actress."

"Me, in Hollyfur Studios?" Savvie laughed softly. "I wish. I'd kill to be in an actual movie series. Trouble is, whenever I went to an audition, people thought of me as a commodity. They asked things like, 'How do you feel about nude scenes?' 'What would you do if I asked you to take off your top?' 'Do you have any experience in pornography?' And the idea of being subjected to those questions the whole time, it just...." She shook her head. "I don't want to have to worry about some creep director looking for casting couch action."

"Pervs." He folded his arms over his chest.

She ruffled his head fur. "I'm not worried about perverts. Are you kidding? They're my best customers. Trouble is, if I went to work at Hollyfur, there'd be some director wanting me for his movie, with the stipulation that I sleep with him. FurLove Studios doesn't do that----by and large, directors in my line of work don't sleep with their actresses anymore. Sure, there are adult studios that have directors like that, but it's almost never sprung on the actress 'suddenly'. Heck, there are even some contracts in adult studios that stipulate, 'The director of XXX studios will not make any offers or demands that Actress YYY engage in sexual activity with said director for compensation. Sexual harassment claims are to be forwarded to ZZZ Law Firm within 48 hours of the offense.' Many studios do this just to make sure they don't get sued."

"Wow. And here I thought adult film stars actually did that a lot." Killa admired, "It must take a lot of moral fiber to work in adult movies...at least, the core morals people take for granted. I'm pretty impressed----there are some friends of mine who think all adult stars are whores, no offense...."

"There are a lot of friends of mine who think I'm a whore." Savvie shrugged. "It's just talk."

Leaning back against the seat, Killa watched the streetlights rush by the limousine. "I can't wait to get into a hot bath," he confessed, "and soak my head...."

"Trust me," Savvie kissed his bruised skull, "a hot bath is only the beginning...."

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