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I want to thank the lovely LeiLani for letting me borrow a setting she also wrote as a commission piece for Northernwolf as it inspired me to write something with a similar setting. So, if you like this story, please also check out her other Stories. My story differs a little bit in the transformation aspects, but I more consider this a 'franchise' of clubs. :)

I also intended this story to be 3-4000 words, but as I wrote, it seemed like it took on a life of its own, as so many of these stories do, and ended up closer to 9000 words. I hope you enjoy it!

Oh! I am open for requests! I can't promise they will all be like this one, but if you have an idea, feel free to contact me about it!

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The first thing that hit Andrew after walking in the door was the pure, unadulterated wave of sound that hit him practically like a slap in the face. It was almost tangible; the heavy remixed club beat of some dubstep DJ pulsed through his body, bass rattled his bones with every thump and washed out almost every other sound he might have heard. He stepped out of the entrance and into the club proper, as he tried to familiarize himself with the place.

A huge dance floor opened up almost immediately to the side. It looked like it took up nearly three quarters of the club space, and it also looked like it was filled to capacity. Bodies jumped, moved, ground, swayed and gyrated to the pulsing music, flaring lights, lasers and mist as he looked up onto the stage. It produced a strobe effect and prevented him from getting more than a few glimpses of hot bodies, toned women, model-like men of various shapes and sizes. The light flared off glistening, sweat-covered bodies. In the DJ booth, it looked like they had a real person there mixing the music on the fly, at least the way his hands danced across a set of pads in front of him probably had something to do with it. At second glance, it looked like the DJ had a set of those fake wolf ears perched on his head; of course at a club named The Rabid what did he expect? Some of the dancers on the floor had them as well, he noticed. Many of them even sported clip-on tails sprouting from jeans, skirts and more revealing clothes.

Normally, Andrew wouldn't set foot in a club like this; he wouldn't set foot in any club at all. He could feel the music, the pressing presence of so many people as they pressed in on him like walls closing in. He inhaled deeply, and tried not to feel as out of place as he thought he did, even though he knew his slightly overweight, plain-Joe look marked him differently from all those people on the dance floor. There was only one real reason he was there that night, the Twins.

*

Sarah and Lenea, two of the hottest girls Andrew ever met. They weren't really twins; that was just the nickname they picked up in the college dorms where they lived. The two of them started as roommates, but they looked so similar that people started mixing them up. They both had the same color brown hair, eyes, and cute, girl-next-door features that had the boys nearly lined up to take their shot to try to get in their bed. The fact that they worked out together, and so had the same amazingly hourglass figures didn't hurt at all. The Twins were nice to everyone though, and no one really knew whom, if anyone they did date, or sleep with. Andrew took several classes with them, so he wasn't surprised when he ended up on their team along with a couple of others, as they planned a virtual company for their business courses. He often disappeared in such projects, though he cleaned the corners, and picked apart the details of their project so thoroughly that even their professor had grudgingly admitted the team had a viable business plan.

He was surprised though when they approached him at the end, in front of the whole class, and gave him big hugs to his embarrassment. Lenea had spoken up first,

"Thank you so much Andrew, we know it seemed like we took all the credit, but we really appreciated all the help and detail work you put into this."

Sarah nodded, a little bit more shyly, though she also had a small smile on her face,

"So, we wanted to thank you. There's a club we really like, The Rabid. We think you'd have a great time, and it'd be a great way to celebrate the end of the project, say you'll join us there?"

Andrew, being somewhat stunned, had managed to stammer out something appropriately affirmative, because the next thing he knew the two of them had given him another tight hug and he wasn't sure, but he think they sniffed him before they stepped back again,

"Great! So see you there tonight around 10 ok? Remember, dress nice!" Lenea gave him a wink, and the two of them took off.

*

So here he was then; he stood around as he tried spotting anyone he knew as familiar. He wore his cleanest pair of jeans, and his one and only quality button down shirt and vest as he did his best not to look too out of place surrounded by some of the hottest people he'd ever seen. He winced at a particularly bright flare, just as someone jostled him and pushed him forward. He stammered an apology as he realized he blocked the entrance. He took a few steps into the club, rubbing his eyes as he tried to get rid of the spots.

"Hey! There you are!"

A voice practically shouted in his ear, while a pair of hands wrapped around his bicep. He turned as Sarah pressed up next to him, pushed against him by the same bodies coming into the club. He stopped and gulped as he noticed what she had on, or rather, what little of it there was. She had on a clinging red vinyl half-top and matching skirt. Neither left much to the imagination, as they conformed to her very nice curves, and he swore he could even see her nipples against the clinging fabric. The skirt hugged over her hips, with a slit along one side, held with black laces. A similar slit along the back looked like it allowed adjustment based on a girl's size; though how Sarah needed anything then the smallest size, he had no idea. She'd tied her shoulder length hair back into a ponytail, and she wore a pair of strappy stiletto heels that left the tops of her feet bare. He realized he was staring though, and managed to nod shakily as he realized she was pulling him into the club,

"Oh...umm, yeah," he shouted back, "I wanted to thank you for asking me!"

She grinned widely, "For what? Showing you the appreciation you deserved? You must be really good at hiding how good you are, if we're the first ones to do that!"

"I just, I like to make sure the team does a good job!"

He realized how lame that sounded, and blushed a bit. Sarah either didn't notice, or forgave him his lame comment, because she just continued smiling as she led him past the dance floor and to the bar area. The bar actually had a separate area, and as soon as the two of them crossed the boundary, the pounding music immediately faded to something much more tolerable. Andrew shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief, which led to a snicker from Sarah.

"I know, it can be a little overwhelming, especially if it's your first time here."

The bar had much of the same look as the rest of the club, blacks, mixed with bright neon and other garish colors that practically assaulted the senses. The paint formed crude cave-like drawings of various animals here and there, he recognized all kinds done up in any color imaginable, before he was done. Here the noise was mostly the sound of conversations, occasional laughter, and the clink of glasses.

"It's ummm, it's a bit much yes," he finally admitted.

"When you get used to it, it's a total blast. This isn't the first club named The Rabid, apparently, they're spreading all over the place, and they get really popular! Hey! I managed to find him!" The last directed to a table in the corner, where Lenea perched at the high table.

If Sarah's outfit was form fitting, Lenea's outfit didn't bothering covering much of the form to fit. She had on a barely there M4sonic black wife-beater band shirt. Either she or someone had torn quite a bit from the front, because a deep V revealed most of her cleavage, and in fact, when she waved to acknowledge their greeting, Andrew swore he got a glimpse of a light pink nipple atop a perky breast. Almost as counterpoint to Sarah's skirt, Lenea had on a pair of daisy dukes cut so high that no doubt the curve of her ass rested right on the seat.

Lenea stood up and gave Andrew a hug, while he shifted a little so his immediate erection wouldn't be totally obvious to the girl, before she stepped away and gave him a quick look over. She gave a little nod, and then thumbs up,

"You do clean up pretty well, don't you." She had a grin that matched Sarah's, though she shared an unreadable look with the other girl before she continued, "You're probably going to end up hot as hell in that outfit though, the club gets a little bit stifling after a while."

"Yeah...I can tell, it's already a bit, much," he admitted a little sheepishly, taking a seat when the girls gestured, while they took seats opposite.

"I know, but it can be really fun, once you get into it," Sarah commented, "for now though, why don't we get something to drink to keep you cool, what'll you have?"

"Just a beer will work for me, thanks."

Sarah nodded and glanced to Lenea, who nodded. Apparently they knew each other's drink preferences, because Sarah wandered on over to the bar, while Lenea sat back down opposite Andrew. She smiled and lightly stroked the back of his hand, sending a shiver through his body, and doing very little to ease his erection.

"So Andrew, since you're obviously not the clubbing type, what do you do for fun then?"

He grimaced a bit and shrugged, "Oh, I've pretty much been a geeky type all my life, so I'm guessing you can figure out what that means for my free time," he replied somewhat evasively.

"Hmmm...let me guess, reading, video games, and lots of jerking off, right?" She gave a little laugh as he blushed and she poked him in the shoulder, "I knew it. Geek boys always are always like that. It's ok...." she leaned forward, "Here's a little secret...geek girls aren't that much different." She winked and sat back in her seat.

"No way you two are geeks, I see how much you go out, everyone knows..." he trailed off at the suppressed laughter on Lenea's face.

"Oh...everyone knows huh? You see, or you just take their word for it? You better than anyone should know to use real evidence, not some third party story to get at the truth, right?"

She grinned again and leaned over the table, gave Andrew another tap on the back of the hand, which also gave him another look down her shirt as it hung loosely off her shoulders. He tried not to look, but her perfectly shaped breasts begged his eyes to look. He managed to hold off at just a quick glance as she continued,

"I bet you'd be surprised to find out that you probably can't find a seat in our place because of the books, or that Sarah really has a crush on Malcolm Reynolds." She laughed at the expression on his face, "We do like to get out, to...special places. This is one of them, relax a bit, we know how to have fun with geek guys." She broke off as Sarah returned, a dark beer in one hand, and two half-full glasses with some kind of clear liquid in them balanced precariously on the other. She set them down and slipped into the other seat at the table before she looked to Lenea,

"So, given away all our and this place's secrets yet?"

Lenea took a quick sip of her drink and shook her head,

"Well, not all of the secrets yet, anyway...but I think you've established your geek cred well enough. That is, if your closet full of Firefly merch counts at all."

Sarah made a face at Lenea and took a sip of her drink, while Andrew took a pull off his beer. He found it surprisingly mild, the dark beer had a smooth finish to it, with a minimum of the bitter aftertaste from most beers a college student usually affords. Sarah put her drink down and put her hand on Andrew's forearm,

"She's joking, really...it's not a closet full, but," she blushed, "Can I help it if Nathan Fillion plays a hot space captain?" She smiled, "There are geeks of every kind out there, so no need to be so nervous!" She patted his forearm again, while he took another, longer drink from his beer. "If you trust us," she continued, "I bet we can make sure you have plenty of fun tonight, and you can let your tail down, so to speak," she concluded, gesturing around at walls, indicating the animalistic club theme surrounding them.

Andrew considered a moment, finished off his beer in one long drink, set the glass on the table and looked to both ladies,

"All right, I'll do my best, do your worst girls."

Sarah and Lenea looked to each other, gave wide grins, and then reached over and grabbed both Andrew's arms.

*

The next couple of hours blurred by in Andrew's slowly more alcohol fuzzed mind. He had experience drinking, but the heady atmosphere, all the people around and the sounds and smells of bodies packed so close together had his head swirling. Through it all the girls were there.

At first they dragged him over to the edge of the dance floor, where they bobbed along with the music at a standing bar there. They pointed out hot girls and guys as they swirled and showed off their moves on the floor, with usually one or the other leaning against, or across him to point here or there. He flushed often, and tried to keep his near constant erection from getting too obtrusive, but he quickly gave up when he decided they must have been doing his best to keep him teased.

Eventually, they even coaxed him out on the dance floor, where either one or the other stayed close to him, regardless of the music's tempo. He ended up hot, sweating from the press of bodies, though neither Lenea or Sarah seemed to mind as they danced with him, showed him how to dance, or in a confirmation of his earlier guess, teased him by pressing up close and grinding against his chest or his crotch at the least provocation.

Andrew soon played along, and found that as he loosened up, he didn't mind as his hands wandered a bit more then he'd ever considered 'wise' around girls before. A brush of a hand across a covered breast, or around hips, clinging to a hot, tight behind as they moved together meant a smile and the girl pressing closer, rather than the rebuke he'd usually expected.

His mind swirled as they finally pulled him off the dance floor, what must have been a couple of hours later, practically drenched in sweat, sore all over, but he laughed like a madman as they led him back into the bar. This time it was Sarah in the chair across from him, while Lenea went to get drinks. Andrew tried cleaning himself off a bit, but his clothes were practically soaked through. He felt self-conscious for a minute, until he noticed Sarah's body glistening with sweat as well, as her clothing clung even more tightly to her body.

The two of them just sat there and panted companionably as they waited for Lenea's return. She returned with three glasses of water and set them down. Andrew reached for his, Sarah stopped him with a hand she rested on his wrist.

"I hope you've had fun Andrew, I know we have had a blast so far."

He nodded in a somewhat giddy fashion and smiled, "Yeah, most fun I've had in a long time, thanks for inviting me."

Lenea grinned as well, "I'm glad; we were hoping we could get you out of your shell a bit." She glanced at Sarah before she continued, "We think you'll have more fun with what we have next, that is...if you trust us."

Andrew glanced from one to the other's somewhat anxious expressions while his somewhat fuzzed mind tried to figure out what they could be nervous about, he shrugged though and continued, "I think if the two of you wanted to humiliate me or something, you would've done it by now. I'm having fun, so whatever you have up next, you've me along for the ride," he replied with a grin.

The two of them nodded, and Sarah's hand left his wrist. He immediately reached for the water to clear his parched throat, and the two of them did as well. He drank his water down in a few long gulps, and then sighed as he felt the cool water rush into his stomach and cool him down a bit. The last few drips he drizzled over his head, while the girls giggled at him. Then both of them were at his arms again and led him towards a side door he didn't notice before. He found he suddenly had trouble walking, his head felt all swirly, he turned and looked to Lenea,

"I...I think, 'm not," he managed to get out, before the swirling feeling surrounded his senses, and everything went dark.

*

Andrew was...horizontal...he was sure of it. He stopped a moment, did he faint? He remembered going towards the VIP back area, at least that's what he thought the back door meant. He remembered slumping in the girls arms, now...he wasn't sure.

He slid his hands back and forth a bit, felt something satiny, soft underneath his hands. He shifted his hands left and right a bit, and brought them in close again. Someone had obviously covered him in some kind of...fur blanket? He certainly felt something fuzzy...wait. His hands travelled upwards, moving over his body that somehow didn't feel quite right, or the same. His hands also felt different, they flexed differently and when his hands passed over the fuzz he could swear he felt it through his skin, it certainly felt...good? Without even thinking about it, his next breath came out with a low purr, that brought him up straight, and his eyes sprang open.

He immediately brought his hands up, but they weren't his hands, these were covered in fur! He flexed the hands in front of his face and watched the white and black striped fur flex and ripple with the movement. He looked down, at the expanse of white lush fur that was no blanket, but covered every inch he could see. What looked like the torn remnants of his jeans hung from long, muscular legs, and though he still had his bit of a stomach, he felt muscles flexing through his whole body he never knew before, including one new one, behind him. He turned his head and nearly smacked himself in the face with a long, stripy, feline tail!

"W...what, what's going on?" He stammered, and then brought his hands up to his mouth, since that wasn't his voice! It was at least an octave lower, and had a growly undertone.

His hands found the next surprise though; it wasn't his face! He could feel the pushed forward muzzle, the broad face, and when he opened his mouth in surprise, he felt his fingers brush over sharper teeth. A moment later, he heard a low, purring giggle, coming from somewhere near his feet, followed by a voice that sounded familiar, but changed as well, he also found he tracked the sound automatically, with ears that....twitched?

"See...I just knew he'd be a kitty of some kind. He just had the attitude that said he had it in him."

An equally familiar, but changed voice joined in and replied,

"Yes, you did...I guess I owe you a dinner, but did you ever think white tiger? That's a little surprise."

"Mmmm, no, but it is pretty hot, don't you think?"

From around a drape stepped two...figures. Andrew scrambled back a bit at the non-human visages as they looked back at him. On one side was what looked like a human-shaped cat with short, white fur. Black irregular patterns covered her off and on, passing around and underneath...the clothes he was sure he saw Sarah in earlier. In this case, the tight vinyl emphasized the soft-looking feline fuzz, and behind her, a tail stuck out in the tied slit in her skirt. Next to her was a canine; he blinked as he recognized what must be a wolf in human form, with distinguished grey fur. She wore Lenea's clothes, somewhat more filled out now, and behind her, a long tail wagged back and forth slowly.

Andrew coughed and scrambled back a bit from the two figures, absently noticing claws coming out and digging into the bed/whatever he was in beneath him as he moved,

"What are you two? What did you do to me," he questioned accusingly.

"Whoa, hey...relax!" The wolf said as she sat down on the edge of the bed, "It's just us, Sarah and Lenea, remember? We asked you to trust us? We wanted you to have fun, and to share this with us."

He gulped as he tried to regain control while he looked from one to the other, "Share what? You still haven't said what you did to me."

The wolf, Lenea, scooted a little closer. He didn't retreat, something stopped him, perhaps something else. He started noticing...a scent, everything smelled more acute. He could smell sweat, and something spicy, and something...else.

"It's something The Rabid offers, Andrew. They all do...it's just a little something to get you in contact with your nature. We all have these creatures beneath the surface Andrew; The Rabid just has something that brings it out. It's really something special." She placed her hand on his bare leg, which sent a shiver through him at her touch, so he didn't pull away.

"Why didn't you tell me about it, before? Why trick me?"

This time the feline, Sarah, he had to remind himself, approached,

"Would you really believe it? I mean, come on, something that turns you into an animal? We didn't want you thinking we are crazy. We had to show you."

"Why, why would you want to be an animal?" He asked, eyes glancing from one to the other quickly.

"Well, because we're not fully animals, not really. We're still...us, you know, just I guess an us that's a little closer to our real natures." Sarah grinned a little bit, and Andrew could tell there was less reservation then before as she slipped up behind Lenea and settled down, "Besides...it's fun! Don't tell me you've never wanted to get out of your skin before!"

Andrew licked his lips, still feeling the oddness of both length and texture of his tongue and his muzzle as he looked from one to the other, "Well...yeah, I suppose. I don't think I ever intended it literally though," he paused as a thought occurred to him, "wait, so all those people on the dance floor, with the ears, tails, and such, those weren't costumes, were they."

The girls looked at each other and grinned, "No, the staff here offers doses that do partial transformations, or well, full ones, if asked, " Lenea commented, "You can also control the duration, yours is likely going to last a couple of hours or so, depending on how your body reacts."

"Pretty much everyone blacks out the first time though," Sarah added, "It's a pretty big change for your brain and body, it doesn't hurt, not really, but it's a shock."

Andrew managed a rueful grin, somewhat surprised at how the old muscle habits translated in this form, "Well, yeah...shock is a light term for it I think." He then glanced down at his split and stretched clothes, then back to the two girls, "Though that does explain your outfits tonight," he finished.

Lenea, laughed, "I must admit, the right clothes survive the change a lot better than others...but this wasn't all about that." She winked, "Quite a bit was just about wearing something sexy and teasing for a guy I wanted to have fun with," she concluded with a somewhat direct look.

Andrew coughed and turned his head, before he blushed, "So...um, yeah, what do you girls do when you change, then?"

Lenea grinned even more widely and slipped her hand up along his leg, "Mmm, pretty much everything, the scents, the sounds, everything seems, heightened like this." She snrked, "It almost makes up for being pretty much color blind this way...but tonight, we brought you here to share this experience, and...to share you."

Her hand travelled up his thigh, it braced her as she leaned forward. He barely had time to register his surprise before her lips met his, muzzle to muzzle in a slow, intimate kiss. He could sense the change in smell, something more in the air that sped his heartbeat, and coaxed him to return the kiss as best he could. His hands flexed into the cushions beneath him again for a few minutes, before she broke the kiss and gave a surprisingly shy smile.

He blushed right up to the tips of his ears, he could feel it as he stammered out, "I...I've never done, anything before...at all." He admitted, at which Lenea's eyes lit up.

"You're a virgin? Oh, wow, at your age? I don't suppose it's too uncommon for geek guys, but geez."

She grinned, while barely noticed to Andrew; Sarah came down and settled onto the bed behind him. He did notice though when her hands snaked around his chest and clawtips came out just enough that they dragged through his fur to his chest below. This provoked another deep, rumbling, involuntary purr, and closed eyes. He could feel that he was rock hard as well, with so little stimulation beyond the smells and touches of these two lovely females needed to turn him on.

Sarah leaned in and flicked her tongue against his ear before she whispered lightly, "No worries about that Andrew, we'll make sure you do ok." She also gave a low laugh, while her hand slipped down over his belly, and brushed over the tent in his pants. "First time as a tiger, and first time at all hmm? I bet you're just in for a treat then," she continued lightly, with a slight nod to Lenea.

He found himself trapped, rather pleasantly between the two ladies, and while Sarah continued stroking over his chest, Lenea slid down and unfastened what remained of his jeans. She stroked over his bulge while she lowered his pants, then his underwear, and let out a light sound of pleasure when his cock sprang forth.

He gulped and looked down, noticing he was certainly...different, there as well. "I'm not usually...that big." He admitted slowly, since it certainly looked like he'd gained some length, as well as girth.

Sarah turned his head to hers and kissed him warmly, before breaking off and saying, "Mmmm, the change tends to work with our minds, too. We tend to end up a bit closer to our ideal." She looked down at him and winked, "It's nice to see a guy without an overblown sense of umm...entitlement. A lot of guys get good at giving themselves mammoth dicks, and that's just not nearly as fun, right?"

The last directed to Lenea, who grinned and kissed Andrew right above his shaft, which provoked a slight moan from him, "Nope...who can suck a mammoth cock, right? Some girls like the horse guys with the big dicks, but I like something more manageable."

She slid her hand around Andrew's shaft, right at the base, and stroked slowly from the base all the way to the tip. He hiked his legs up a little bit at the different sensation, so much...more than when he jerked off by himself. All the teasing from earlier caught up to him, and he clenched down when he felt the wetness of his pre-cum leaking from his tip.

"I'm...umm, I'm not sure you should do that, I might...go off too fast," he admitted with another eartip-blush, only to be met with a pair of hands as they pulled off his shirt, while another pair stroked again along his length.

Lenea bent down and kissed all around the base of his shaft, which evoked little whimpers from his lips before she looked up to him and grinned, "If it's your first time, I'm expecting it. Go ahead and cum, if you do it fast now you'll recover faster, and last longer for the next round."

So saying, she leaned down and extended a long, agile tongue. She slathered his cock from base to tip in one long lick before she slipped her muzzle down and made his length disappear into it. She bobbed her head up and down quickly and slurped noisily as she devoured his length.

For his part, Andrew had never felt something so heavenly then the wet, hot feeling that enveloped his dick. He found he couldn't keep his eyes open, and he fell back, vaguely recognizing as Sarah held him up as Lenea quickly stroked up and down with her muzzle. Sure enough, he quickly felt the orgasm boil up from his body, and much sooner then he probably would have preferred, and certainly before he had enough time to give polite warning he found his hips bucking up and jet after jet of hot cum shooting into the wolf woman's muzzle. She let out a moue of surprise, but gamely swallowed quickly as he emptied his balls in an orgasm more intense then he'd ever felt before. He panted when it eased a bit and Lenea drew back and gave his tip a little flick with her tongue, making him shiver at the slightly over sensitized tip. Lenea licked her lips and giggled a bit, showing a clean muzzle before she winked to Andrew,

"That was a big one! If you are able to keep that going, you're going to be lots of fun." She looked over to Sarah and winked, "Why don't you give him one of the more fun 101 lessons, on oral sex, hmm?" She suggested with a grin.

"I think I can do that." Sarah replied, before she looked down and gave Andrew another hot kiss on the muzzle, "If we have an eager student of course"

"I think...you have someone who's aching to learn," Andrew replied, even as he caught his breath from the intense, if short-lived orgasm.

"Good," Sarah replied, and then scooted out from behind Andrew. He flumped back, but turned his head to the side in time to see her step off the bed, and pull her form-fitting vinyl skirt off. She glanced back at him, grinned, and then bent over as she wiggled out of her very tiny panties. Her tail unconsciously hiked up over her back, providing him his first view of her amazing ass, and between her thighs to the soft folds of her pussy. He immediately picked up a stronger smell, one that had him licking his lips again, and letting him feel a twitch at his hips.

"Ohhh, I think you're inspiring him!"

Lenea chimed in, another giggle when she noticed his flopped over cock give a twitch at the sight of her friend bent over in front of the two of them. Sarah looked back and stuck her tongue out at Lenea before she turned back to Andrew.

"I think he might get even more inspired then from an...up close view," she replied as she hopped up and straddled Andrew's shoulders.

She rose up somewhat, but still placed her pussy practically right in front of his muzzle. She reached her fingers down, smiled, and then stroked over her slit a moment. She then brushed her wet fingers just under his muzzle, watched his eyes dilate a bit more and licked her lips,

"Let me guess...this is the first pussy you've seen outside of porn, right?"

"Uh huh." Andrew replied dumbly, while he inhaled the scent, the pheromones coming from Sarah's fingertips. "In more ways than one," he added after a moment.

She laughed as she realized what he meant and then settled down a bit more, bringing her sex almost to Andrew's muzzle. He vaguely recognized that Lenea had resumed stroking his semi-soft length, and he felt the twitching of life, but not enough to distract him from what was right in front of his muzzle. Sarah stroked her pussy again and spread her lips a bit while she talked,

"Well, forget most porn. Most girls don't like a guy coming right in and attacking their clit right off the bat, it's too intense. Some girls like it, but spend some time...exploring the terrain before diving right in for the peak."

As she lowered down further, he nodded a little and extended his tongue in a slow, tentative lick. She mmmed a little to him and nodded, "That kitty tongue feels really good, but deserves some care," she explained and then settled down further, in full range of his muzzle.

He took the cue, and delved into exploring her pussy, as it occupied his full view. He started by simply extending it, and stroking the full, wide length between her outer folds in long licks that let him get the maximum taste of her spicy, yet still musky sweet wetness. He shifted from one side to the other as he went; he tried to memorize the textures, how she felt, tasted, moved under his tongue for memory later. She rewarded him with low breathy moans and purrs of pleasure from above him. He soon found she rocked her hips as she rode his muzzle as he hit particular spots. He closed his eyes and savored the mix of senses, which also helped him notice the stroking between his legs had become more earnest, and he could feel his cock responding, as it became harder.

He slipped his hands around instinctively and clasped Sarah's ass, and he noticed with some surprise he could feel it flex under his hands as she rolled against his muzzle. He could also feel her tail twitching quickly above him and after a moment, he looked up and saw her mauling her breasts through her vinyl top. She gave another moan and looked down to him before she smiled,

"Mmmpphh, now that I'm nice and sloppy, feel free to add a finger or two, that'd feel fantastic."

He slipped one hand around at that prompting, and moved his muzzle up a little bit, which he noticed gave him room for two fingers. She was very wet at that point, and almost sucked his fingers in as he pressed them as deeply into her as he could go. She let out another load moan, and he felt her thighs clench at the same time her inner walls pressed against his fingers,

"Now curl them back...against the front. Like you were pressing my clit from the inside...that's the spot that gets me off soooo hard."

She panted non-stop, each pant accompanied by purring, moans and growls. Andrew followed instructions, though he continued licking in ways he hoped she'd enjoy as he curled his fingers and sought out that spot she seemed to want. When she suddenly bucked against his fingers, he figured he found it and stroked rapidly against that spot. He slid his fingertips in and out as best he could, while still lashing her pussy with his tongue. He vaguely still felt that hand siding up and down his shaft, though he could not spare a look to find out what Lenea was doing, all he knew was that she wasn't going too fast for him to retain control.

"Now...lick my clit, oh please...oh please please, lick my clit," Sarah suddenly begged from above him, while she practically bucked up against his muzzle.

He could hear his own pants, his own growls now above her own as he ducked in and laved attention on her full pearl of a clit. Each lick provoked another gasp or moan, and she drove her hips down on him, and practically smothered him as he pressed against her inner walls. He soon found a rhythm that controlled her rocking back and forth between clit and g-spot, which gave him a chance to breathe occasionally, while she gasped above him. Not more than a couple minutes later and she let loose a breathy, loud, intense moan, while her muscles clamped down hard around his fingers, and she pressed down against his muzzle. She let loose a hot, wet gush of liquid that coated Andrew's muzzle in her wetness as the climax overcame her.

Andrew kept right on fingering her, right on licking her clit as spasms continued passing through her; each a trembling little pulse that let loose more of her wetness. She soon had to press his head back down with shaky hands while she pled,

"Oh...stop...please stop...too sensitive." She said, and as he dropped back, she flopped over to the side as his fingers slid out of her with a wet sound.

This finally gave Andrew a look down his body, where Lenea still was between his legs. On hand continued stroking his revived erection, while her other hand disappeared between her t highs where she apparently rubbed quickly. Somewhere along the way, she'd tossed off her top, so Andrew got an amazing look at her hot, perky looking breasts, hardly changed from before, despite the coating of fur. When she noticed Andrew looking, she grinned wickedly and slid up his body where she could steal a kiss of his cum matted muzzle.

"Holy shit that was hot." She admitted, while she ground her hip against him. He felt the heat as it emanated between her thighs, and she continued stroking absently while she looked over to Sarah, "You ok?"

"Oh...yeah," she replied weakly, "I've just not squirted in a while...I forgot how intense feline tongues can be."

Lenea looked back to Andrew with a bit smile, "Well, for a novice, you got lucky I guess," she said teasingly, "Plus you definitely have the right equipment to please a girl."

He blushed again, though he couldn't deny the purring rumbling from his chest at the praise, all while he watched the outline of Lenea's fingers rubbing up and down through her tight daisy dukes, "Do you...do you want me to do the same to you," he asked tentatively, though he couldn't suppress another lick of his muzzles.

She laughed and shook her head, "Oh, thanks for the offer kitty boy, but I'm not actually that big a fan of oral." She did reach down and peeled off her dukes though finally, which let Andrew get a full whiff of her potent scent, especially since she was so obviously aroused. Instead, she reached around him to the end of the bed where she grabbed the familiar square shape of a condom. She unwrapped it and rolled it down over his length while he watched dumbly.

"There," she said proudly, "We're both on the pill, but this will help you last longer." She then dropped down onto all fours right in front of him and waggled her rear, with raised tail right in his nose. "Not to be too cliché, but I bet you can guess what to do next, right," she asked with another grin, while she spread her thighs for him.

"I think I can figure it out...yes," he replied with another blush as he pushed up and got onto his knees behind her.

He glanced over at Sarah, who, though still breathing hard, gave him thumbs up as he lined up behind Lenea. He fumbled a little at first, and soon found he had to use his hand to help guide him, but he soon found the hot entrance to the wolf-girls soaking wet pussy. He nestled the tip of his cock and started pressing inwards, suppressing a hiss of pleasure at the tight, warm feeling that wrapped itself so snugly around his cock.

"Mmmm...that's it kitty, nice and slow at first," she guided him, sighing with pleasure as she rocked back a little at the same time he entered her fully. "You are juuust the right size," she continued in a breathy tone and hung her head, while he held onto her hips, not moving as he just savored the feel of being in his first pussy.

After a minute or so she did give him a quick flick of her tail across his muzzle, bringing his attention back to her face, where she had a lopsided grin on her muzzle,

"Mmmpphh, as good as that feels, you are expected to move kitty, that's rather the point of this position," she encouraged.

He ohed and managed a toothy grin at her, "Right."

He shifted back, watced carefully so he didn't slip out, until only his tip remained inside Lenea, before he pressed back in. The warmth, the tightness was incredible, even through the condom. It was probably best he'd cum so quickly before, because he'd probably last three strokes his first time otherwise. As it was, he could feel the pleasure exquisitely from base to tip of his length, but he could savor the feeling, with only the faintest feeling of climax as some far-off affair.

Lenea gave a low sigh of pleasure as he did these full-length strokes in and out and stretched her open nice and fully around him.

"Mmmmhmmm, that's a good kitty, just let me get used to you, it's actually been quite a long time since I've had anything other than silicone and glass in there," she said in a slightly dreamy tone.

"Silicone and Glass?" He couldn't help asking, as he focused on the sight of her wetness spreading around him as he moved. He stroked his hands over her rear, squeezing lightly and spreading her open a bit more so he received a better view.

From behind him came a giggle, "Oh yeah," Sarah said, "If my closet is full of Firefly stuff, you'd probably get buried underneath an avalanche of sex toys from her closet."

Apparently one-half of a familiar argument, Lenea moaned as Andrew filled her again, but quickly replied, "Well, what else is a girl going to do when she is looking for someone fun, and is picky?" She ducked her head down and licked her muzzle before she continued, "Mmmphh, ok Andrew...go a bit faster would you...please? I want it harder now..."

He really had no problem complying with that request, and did his best to increase his pace to a nice, fast and long stroke. He slipped out a couple of times, which prompted a whimper from Lenea before he could reseat himself and start moving again, but soon found a motion that let him fuck her at a nice, quick pace, but one he felt he could hold a while at least. He felt that urgency building up again, but tried to put it at the back of his head since he wanted to make her feel good.

He then felt two arms slide around his chest, and a body press up against his back, which moved with him, before Sarah spoke up again, "What she doesn't tell you is that what she spends on batteries each month rivals our electric bill."

Andrew stifled a chuckle, though he blushed a bit harder, especially when Sarah reached down and ran her fingertips through his pubic fur, just above where his cock slid into Lenea. Their movements provoked a soft, muted slapping every time they met. His tail swished behind him, and he found it caught between a pair of thighs, with a particularly warm spot near the base of his tail, apparently where Sarah's thighs trapped it against her sex.

"That is hot to watch," Sarah continued, before she leaned in and kissed Andrew heatedly.

The kiss distracted him quite thoroughly, and his strokes soon slowed, and stopped completely, provoking a noise of protest as Lenea looked back at them.

"Hey...you had your turn...give me my chance to have what I want," she complained with slightly glazed eyes, "and I want him to fuck me...and only me, hard!"

Sarah grinned at Andrew as she broke the kiss, and then slapped him on the ass, before she slithered to the side next to the two of them, fingers teasing between her thighs, "You heard her kitty, bend over and give it to her hard!"

Andrew panted and nodded, and then bent over Lenea's wolf form. He was gratified that this way, he was actually long enough that his muzzle ended up nearly next to hers as he bent over her, and he slid his hands up her ribs until he grabbed her breasts roughly. He then started pounding her, hard, with short, hard thrusts that had her jerking forward with each movement, and he could feel send ripples through her body.

She clenched down on his cock, hard, and gasped when he started pounding away quickly, while his hands practically mauled her breasts, "Oh yeah...like that...fuck me hard, fuck me like my animal..." she practically pleaded

He found her pleading had another effect. He got even harder, if that were possible, and a low, throaty growl rumbled through his chest as it drove him to even greater efforts. The growl seemed like it reverberated through him and her, and he could feel her trembling beneath him. She even reached down and stroked feverishly over her clit, and a glance up showed Sarah doing something similar, with fingers buried deep inside, while her thumb stroked quickly over her nub.

That had an even greater effect on him; he soon found his arousal boiling up at the erotic sight in front of him. He drove hard into Lenea's sex while he watched Sarah, and he soon found that even through the condom the pleasure started getting too much for him to control. Overcome with a sudden compulsion, he turned his muzzle down and clamped his jaws on the curve where Lenea's neck met her collarbone.

It seemed like the bite did something, and triggered something powerful in the wolf formed girl, because she gasped and practically convulsed against him. It was a far stronger orgasm then he'd felt around his fingers and tongue with Sarah, even through the condom he felt her clamp down on his cock and spasm around him. She bucked, she thrashed, and she moaned, but he didn't let go of her neck, even as he pounded hard into her body, trying to coax out his own climax.

It seemed like he was almost there, right on the edge w hen she suddenly gasped and cried out, "No more...no more!" Caught by surprise, he released her neck, and she dropped to the bed in an ungraceful flop, which practically dragged him with her. He panted hard and actually whimpered as he straightened, his cock stood up straight against his body. He'd been so close, he knew it.

Lenea shuddered on the bed and panted hard, "Oh jeez...oh thank you," was all she pleaded, while Sarah looked from him, to her and then back again. She Ohed! In realization, as she looked to Andrew.

"You didn't get to cum, did you!"

He groaned and sat back, and then shook his head, "N...no...it's ok." He gritted out, though he could feel how close he really was. He practically jumped when he felt a hand on his cock and Sarah looking up at him,

"No...it's really not, now how about you let me take care of that and get you off," without waiting, she stripped the condom off and tossed it to the side.

Sarah quickly treated Andrew to his second blowjob ever, as she, sexy kitty she was, stroked quickly along his length and licked him from base to tip. He quivered with built up tension, and a stream of pre-cum leaked from his tip. Sarah sucked him into her muzzle, then drew all the way out and flicked him across his tip.

"Just tell me when you're going to cum...I think I have a treat for you."

He nodded roughly, and gritted his teeth, "It's not going to be long," he warned as she sucked on his very tip, and continued stroking him.

She merely nodded and sucked away. He must admit he could finally see the advantages of the feline tongue, as her the raspy surface plucked his nerves like an instrument. He soon could not hold back any longer, and he gave her the notice she wanted, "I'm going to cum..."

She drew back and grinned, then reached back and grabbed his ass, pulled him forward, over Lenea, while she continued stroking him quickly. She mimed a 'sshhh' at him when she had him in position and jerked him off. He didn't really have time to comment or say anything, because his climax hit him fast, and he was soon sending long, thick spurts of his cum sailing into the air...and landing quite high on Lenea's back. A couple of spurts made it up to her shoulders even, while the rest ended up decorating her back, spine and ass. In fact, Andrew couldn't remember the last time he'd cum that much. It felt like his balls drained every single drop in the extended orgasm. Sarah didn't stop stroking him either, not until the last few trickles seeped out of him and coated her hand.

She brought her hand up and licked it clean, wincing a bit at the taste, before giggling to Andrew, "I think we need you to change your diet a bit. You eat way too much junk food."

Lenea, by then, had realized what decorated her back, and she looked back up over her shoulder, still looking a bit out of it, "Hey now...you know how hard it is to get cum out of fur, why'd you have him do that?" She didn't sound angry in her post-orgasm bliss, more amused, but still Andrew started stammering an apology before Sarah smiled and shushed him quietly.

"What, you didn't think I'd let you go out there without some sign of him marking you, did you?" She winked, "Maybe now all those hornballs will get the clue that you have someone else making you happy."

"That's a point," she said lazily, before she looked up to Sarah, "But you're not marked now."

Sarah tsked, reached down, and squeezed Andrew's cock. He hissed at the oversensitive feeling, but surprisingly, also felt a twitch of attention. She winked at him and looked down to Sarah,

"Oh, I'm sure Andrew has it in him to go another round, and mark what's his, don't you?" She then turned and looked to Andrew, a surprisingly shy look on her face,

"That is...if you want us, the way we think we want you."

Andrew sat back a bit, surprise on his feline features. He'd never really considered that anyone _wanted_him before. He even thought this, as freaky as it seemed as first, was just them having fun, a fling. She certainly seemed to be implying...more. He looked to Lenea, panting, flat on the club-provided bed, his cum rapidly drying in streaks on her fur, then he looked at Sarah, w ho was now nibbling her lower lip nervously, as he thought.

It didn't take long, but enough that Sarah's tail twitched nervously, before he came to his conclusion. He leaned over and kissed Sarah, right where she was nibbling her lip and reached around and stroked over her hip before he grabbed her ass and pulled him to her as she squeaked in surprise.

He managed a confident smile, as he purred at her,

"I think I couldn't want for anything more."

He said, before he proceeded to show her just how much he wanted it....and he even eventually gave her the 'marking' she wanted before the night was through.