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It's been a long week at work, and it's only Tuesday.

I close the door to my car and trudge up to my front door. The sky is cloudy, the ground still wet from the intermittent rain from the last couple of days. My briefcase is sagging down one shoulder, but I don't bother to fix it for the five more steps before I'm inside.

It sags a little lower, and I shift my shoulder to try to keep it from falling into the mud. Or I try to; the action overbalances me, my foot loses purchase on the slick ground, and I'm turned around and falling backwards into the ill-tended bushes in front of my house. I expect to be caught by the bushes—disastrous for my suit, potentially, but not me—but I brace for a brutal fall just in case...

A fall that never comes. I find myself standing just inside the edge of a meadow, gently lit through the tree canopy above, the forest around it vague and indistinct. The vegetation comes to my knees, a mix of grasses and wildflowers that feels right for this place. An arch made of gray stone stands at the other end, maybe ten feet away from me, and through it I can see a well-worn path curving out of sight.

I'm alone here, but I find myself speaking out loud anyway. "Where am I?" I say.

"You're here," a deep voice says.

I blink, and there's a man in front of one side of the arch. His face is sharp, angular, proudly aristocratic; but his eyes are gentle, the blue of a bright summer sky, a calm sea. His suit is black with pinstripes; his tie is a shock of white on his chest, his coat trailing behind him.

I don't know why I was surprised by him; he belongs here, same as the wildflowers and grasses and the arch. "Where is 'here'?" I ask.

"Here is where we are," he answers.

"That's not an answer," I say, but I know the falsehood as soon as it leaves my mouth. Because that's the perfect answer.

He smiles, a pointed smile with sharp teeth that belong beneath his kind eyes. And I know he understands.

"What is this place?" I say.

He opens his arms wide, his gloved hands gently disturbing the grasses. "A respite, an oasis... an isekai?" He chuckles, and I feel the bass notes in my chest. "The word is not as important as the thing. This is my resting place."

"It's beautiful," I say without thinking, though I know it's true. Even though I've only seen this meadow, the gateway to the place, my heart says that it can only get more perfect from here.

And my heart is growing louder by the second.

He starts forward, his coat tails waving behind him. He walks slowly, with purpose, his eyes fixed on me. "Would you like to see more of it?" he says.

My heart screams an affirmation. In only a few seconds I've fallen deeply in love with this place, and I start to say so, but the motion catches my neck and its buttoned collar and well-placed tie and...

"I don't belong here," I say as my heart breaks. And I believe it. My blue suit fresh from the cleaners, my well-pressed shirt, my red tie, my polished shoes, all stand between me and the organic unity of this place.

"Would you like to?" he says, and I feel his voice resonate with my ribcage.

Again my heart sings in response, but I hold back. "I should go," I say.

He smiles. "That's not an answer," he says with a chuckle.

His voice shakes me awake. "Can I?" I ask.

He holds out his hands, palms up, and I put mine in his. They're rough, padded...

"Give me your name," he says.

Some distant part of me, a long-forgotten child well-versed in fairy tales, warns me not to say it, or at least not the whole thing. But my mouth opens of its own accord, and I speak.

"Harold Stewart, son of Jacqueline and Thomas, of house Monroe," I say, knowing the correct way to say it without being told.

He smiles. "That is a strong name, Harold Stewart Monroe," he says. "I will keep it for your stay here. Come closer."

He pulls gently on my hands, and I step closer. He stands a head taller than me, and he leans down and sniffs my head. I think I giggle a bit in my nervousness.

"Yes," he says quietly. "Here, you are Lapis."

My eyes widen, and I gasp. I blink, and I see him. His face is angled like that of a fox, his suit black and grey fur, his tie a splash of white fur that trails down his chest. I see his upright torso rising out of a four-legged fox body, the black and gray framing a bright white barreled chest. Behind him his coat tails are his true tails, and without counting I know there are nine.

I look into his vulpine face and feel a broad smile split my face. He smiles down at me. "My name is Irdhor," he says. "Welcome to my sanctuary, Lapis."

"Thank you, Master," I breathe, barely noticing his name as his title spills out of my mouth. It feels right, as right as his presence and the wildflowers and the arch…

And now me: Lapis. My heart soars, and every negative voice inside me falls silent.

"Now," he says as he drops my hands, "you are far too overdressed."

Immediately I loosen my tie. In two seconds it was off. I drop it to the side, forgotten. Next my jacket, shrugged off behind me. My Oxford shirt next as I frantically unbutton it.

Master sits in front of me in a loaf on eye level with me. “Patience, Lapis," he says with a rumbling chuckle.

“Sorry, Master," I breathe, giving him an embarrassed smile. I finally undo the last button and yank off the shirt. I look up at Master, and he nods.

I turn my attention to my shoes. The uncomfortable things dug into the backs of my ankles on the best of days, and I'm only too happy to lose them to the tall grass along with the socks. I undo my belt and buckle and yank my slacks off along with my underpants.

I stand in front of Master, bare, with my patchy chest hair, middle-aged gut, and flaccid penis. I look down, feeling inadequate in front of him.

He puts a clawed finger under my chin and lifts my gaze up to him. His gaze is piercing, looking for something deep within me. I can't help but fear he won't find it, but his kind eyes comfort me.

"What are you hiding from, Lapis?" he says.

"I don't understand," I say. Except I do. This skin, this body... it doesn't belong here. But to take it off... even standing here, naked, there's something between me and Master. To take that off would expose me, leave me vulnerable...

I gaze into his eyes. They draw me in, I can't look away. And I realize that he sees me, sees inside this shell that I'm hiding in. Whatever I'm afraid of exposing, he already knows. And yet...

"How do I get out?" I say.

He hums, and it feels like a purr. "It is different for everyone," he says. "And you may not know how yet. Would you like my help?"

A sense of stubborn pride wells up, a desire to prove myself to Master, to show I belong here with him, but it runs headlong into the wall of ignorance. No matter my desire, I still don't know how to undress further. He says I can learn, but he also offered his help. And the sooner I undress, the sooner I'll belong—truly belong.

"Yes, Master," I breathe. "Help me."

He smiles. "Hold still," he says. He puts his hands on me, feels my shoulders, my chest, my stomach. He runs a claw over my hips, traces my collarbone, all while peering into me. He gets to his feet and slowly walks around me, his tails swaying and whipping to the sides. I feel his hands on my back, inspecting the curve of my cheeks, running through my short hair.

He scratches behind my ear. It feels good.

"This may feel a little strange," he says, "but you have nothing to fear."

"I have nothing to fear," I repeat.

He digs the claws of his pointer fingers into the space between my collarbone and my neck, his arms around my shoulders, his soft fur brushing against me. It thrills me and fills me with anticipation.

I feel his claws break the skin. There's a flash of pain that is gone in an instant, and then he pulls.

My vision swims and goes dark. My mouth is stuck shut and my nose is blocked. Sound muffles. And something tight and restricting and suffocating is on my face and pulling my head back. I try to hold my head in place as the pulling continues, and I feel air on my neck, my chin—

Light. Sound. Air! I take a gasping breath, and then another. The rest of my body still feels trapped by something, but my head is free. I look around, feeling an odd counterweight on my head. There's a slight tug on my hair for a moment before it stops, and I feel it fall down to my rear end.

"What—" My voice shocks me. It's higher, lighter than before. "What am I?" I wonder aloud.

"See for yourself," Master says from behind me. "The rest should be easier to remove."

I bring my hands to my collar and feel the boundary where my old skin ends. There's a slight tear in the middle, and I pull on either side of it. My old skin splits down my chest to my belly button. It's painless, like pulling a scab that's already healed. I pull the two halves apart and see a belly of sky-blue fur for a brief moment before the old skin crosses a threshold and two coconut-sized breasts bounce into view.

Their sudden appearance brings a giggle out of me. I reach up to cup them, but see the old skin on my arms and hands. I take the fingertips of my left hand in my right and pull my arm out. I feel the skin peel away from my back, just hanging on my right shoulder now. My arm is thinner, my fingers narrow, dainty. I take my left hand and pull my right arm out. The fur on my arms is a darker blue than my belly and breasts.

I finally reach up and cup my new breasts, run my thumbs over the pink nipples, feel the thrill it sends through me. I run my hands down my chest, trace the curve of my belly until I get to the skin hanging around my waist. I give the two halves another tug, and the split travels down to my pelvic bone, stopping right at my penis which looks even more flaccid than before.

I try to shimmy the skin down like an old pair of pants, but something about my new shape is making it difficult. I give it another tug, and a split travels across my hips and down each leg. With a shrug, I drop the skin I'm holding and step out of my old self entirely.

My legs are digitigrade and covered in the same darker blue fur, my feet large and powerful. I bend forward to get a better look and feel something flop in front of my face—my ears! They're blurry from being so close, but they're unmistakably blue and floppy and mine. I bring my hands up and feel their velvet, hear the scratching, stroke the fur down the backs to my head. I explore lower and feel the fur on my face, my short muzzle, my front teeth that don't feel too big.

"I'm a bunny?" I say.

"Indeed you are," Master says.

I test my feet. I could step normally, but there was an extra bounce to me that had nothing to do with my ears and breasts. My wider hips add an extra dimension to my movement. I step forward, then a hop, then a skip. The wildflowers tease my upper thighs as I jaunt through them. I look back to Master with a broad grin.

He smiles back. "Go on," he says.

I turn to the side and hop a few feet, then I turn to the other side, take two steps, and jump.

I shoot into the air. I must have cleared four feet at least! I land softly, knowing instinctively how to use my feet to cushion my landing. I laugh as I turn around and jump again, my arms flailing and my joyous shout echoing in the clearing. I land and immediately jump backwards, doing a backflip in mid-air.

My landing this time is less glorious. I tilt to one side and, in my panic, try to jump again with just the one foot on the ground. It sends me flying to the side topsy-turvy. I feel a foot hit the ground and try to stabilize, but my momentum carries me backwards—

Straight into Master.

I feel his warm body and powerful muscles for a moment before the two of us fall over, him on his back and me on top of him, straddling his lower body.

"Master, I'm so sorry," I blurt, panicked. He holds me firmly in place, his chest rumbling...

And he laughs. It's a deep laugh full of mirth and joy. I watch him, feel his belly shake, before I finally give in and turn on my back and laugh along with him.

"Oh, Lapis," he rumbles. His forepaws snake under my arms and cradle my chest, and his tails curl up to cover me in their soft fur. I reach over his forelegs and stroke the couple that I could reach. The rest pres against me, gently stroking my legs and reaching my thighs and abdomen. I feel his hands touch my scalp and begin stroking my hair and ears.

With every stroke, I relax. Every touch brings safety, peace. I snuggle further into him, arch my back and try to move further down, closer to his wonderful tails. I feel his thighs with my feet and began to stroke.

His laughs trail into that rumbling hum. "Lapis," he growls, and I can hear his desire for me. For me! The thought thrills me, feelings rushing through my new body. His forepaws cradle me tighter, his strokes get slower and more deliberate. My senses dull, and I lean into this feeling, letting him placate me further. I feel his lower body curl up, the muscles flexing and contracting, and something warm and firm touches my inner thigh.

The knowledge pierces the haze around my mind, and I freeze. "Master?" I ask.

"Lapis," he growls again, that possessive, welcoming desire reverberating through my bones, in my head. His hind legs twitch in the air, and his length flicks to my other thigh.

"Please," he whispers.

I want to run away—no, that isn't true. Not at all. I want to stay, surrender to the haze and his touch and this place with the wildflowers and the arch and the soft light and my lithe body and my amazing legs and my sensual curves and my long hair and my plush ears against his chest, his hands, his tails, his scent, his voice, him!

I want him.

And in the magic of his sanctuary, I have no reasons to deny him. Deny us.

"Yes," I whisper. And I spread my legs wider.

His oversized forepaws grip my breasts and start gently kneading them. His hands give my ears one last rub before tracing down to my scalp and the sides of my face. His hind legs and lower body curl in, and I feel his tip gently press between the folds of my vulva.

“Yes," I repeat softly.

Master's tails wrap around my thighs and gently tug me downwards. I feel his hot member press further into me. His hands brush past my whiskers and reach my cheeks; he cups them gently. His forepaws continue their gentle stimulation.

I want to moan, to thrust back into him, to turn myself over and ride him like a cowgirl, but all I can do is melt into his touch. My legs fall to his sides, my eyes close as I lean my head against his hands.

“Lapis," Master rumbles. And he curls his hindquarters up and pulls down with his tails and steadily inserts himself into me.

“Master," I sigh as I nuzzle his hand.

He grips my jaw and runs his thumb along my fur. He pushes until I feel a bump, then pushes just a little harder until I feel his balls touch me. I lazily hook my feet around his legs and press my hand to the back of his, holding it against my face.

He just holds himself in me; no thrusting or friction. And I find that I don't want any of that, just to feel his presence, feel him stretch me, fill me. I feel his knot swell inside me, a bit of discomfort worth it to know we're tied together. I shift in place, press my breasts against his paws, wiggle my hips a little. I move my other hand down, between my breasts, and brush my abdomen, seeing if I can feel him from the outside.

Master hums, and I feel it vibrate every part of me. An unused tail snakes up and gently hooks around my wrist. "I have you, Lapis," he says in his quiet bass. "You're safe here."

A ball of tension I didn't even know I had uncoils, and I sink further into him, and him into me.

He gives a longer stroke to my breasts. "There is no one here to impress," he says, "No politics to navigate. No deadlines to meet."

His words sink into my mind, and I feel them sink into my heart. I know they are true, and I feel my eyes water.

I open my eyes to see him looking down at me, his face upside down in my view. His earnest smile and kind eyes disarm me, and there's an echo of his desire there.

"Master," I whisper reverently, as I blink back another set of tears. I pull the hand from my abdomen and lift it towards his face. It doesn't reach, but he takes my hand in his and holds it against his upper chest. I feel his heartbeat.

"Rest, Lapis," Master says, "rest and find peace."

And I let go and come undone in his grip. I close my eyes and collapse fully, my legs going limp, my feet losing their grip on his legs. The hand on my face falls to the ground; my other remains held by him. And my vagina twitches and squeezes to share my ecstasy with my partner.

And Master gasps and grips my hand and I feel him twitch and splash deep inside me. He lets go of my other hand, and I feel him collapse back against the grass. He pulls with his tails, and I find myself dragged a little farther towards his rear. I chuckle, still happy to suffer the inconvenience to be tied to him a little longer.

He drapes one forepaw on my shoulder and rests the other on my head, gently rubbing.

I open my eyes, feeling a strange clarity. The dreamlike state of the meadow is there, but it feels more real, somehow. And inside, I feel... at peace. The truths Master said still rest in my heart, and the feelings that evokes mix with everything else and...

"Do I love you?" I wonder aloud.

Master chuckles. "It is fine if you do," he says. "Love takes many forms, after all."

I raise my torso and turn around—at least as much as I can while we're knotted—propping myself up on one arm on his lower ribcage. He's propped up as well, leaning on both his arms and looking at me with that same smile.

"Do you love me?" I ask.

"I do," he says, "as I love each of my guests."

I raise an eyebrow. "Do you have sex with each of your guests?"

"No," he says with a smirk, "because not all of them want to."

"So you didn't have to have sex with me?"

"Do you wish we hadn't?"

I smirk and flex my pelvic muscles.

His grin falters and his eyes roll back as he twitches and spurts inside me.

I can't help it, I giggle. And I can't stop giggling.

He sighs. "And what is so amusing?"

"You," I say with a smile. "You're so powerful and poised, but you make the most ridiculous face when you cum."

He chuckles. "There is no such thing as 'undignified' here, Lapis."

I look at him and see the sincerity on his face. "There really isn't, is there?" I mutter. I untwist myself and lay back on his belly, facing up at the canopy.

"I'm going to like it here," I say with a contented sigh.

"I truly hope so," Master says, and I feel him lay back as well. His forepaws resume their positions on my shoulder and head…

And I feel him release again; my body responds in kind.

---

After a few weeks—or maybe months?—in the Respite, I was starting to feel at home. I found a place to sleep between a raccoon named Nash and a calico cat named Maple. I met the other guests and explored the different nooks and crannies of the small hillside town. I even managed to fall into a "job" of sorts helming a coffee bar inside a library. The work is... surprisingly relaxing for me.

So, naturally, the nightmares hit.

I jolt awake and sit up straight. The nightmare plays and replays in my head, of missed responsibilities, of becoming a modern Rip Van Winkle. But those pale in comparison to the one of being trapped here, of my indulgences accruing interest and racking up a debt I would be paying for eternity.

I put my hand on my neck and feel my pulse; it's fast. I close my eyes and try to regulate my breathing, steady myself. And it works… to a point. But the fear of this being a trap will not leave me.

Carefully I climb out of the bed. Nash doesn't move, but Maple stirs slightly. My heart aches for her, but… I slip past the curtains and into the alley.

The town is lit by a full moon. I can't help but wonder if there's a werewolf here, and if I'd even be able to recognize one if there was one. I'm thankful for my padded feet, both silent and quick as I make my way back up the staircases and streets to the entrance.

I walk through the arch and back into the meadow. It's no less beautiful in the moonlight, though it is a more haunting beauty.

I hop up to the edge. I hold a hand out, but I can sense that I can't leave. At least, not as myself.

But who else could I be? There's an idea at the edge of my consciousness, a human, a man, in a well-pressed suit and a briefcase full of regrets. A man named—

“Harold Stewart—“ I say aloud before clapping my hand over my mouth.

I turn around to see Master in front of the arch. The foxtaur isn't smiling, but he isn't angry or even disappointed.

“I'm not trapped here," I say.

He shakes his head. “You are not."

“I just need to claim my old name, and I go back to being… him?"

“Yes."

“But I gave you that name!" I hopped across the meadow in two bounds and strode up to him. “You didn't even trick me; you asked for it and I gave it to you. How can I…?"

He smiles at me. “You are very clever, Lapis. How do you think you are able to take that name back?"

The knowledge is there, just out of reach, hiding behind Master, behind—

“Irdhor," I whisper.

Master flinches, but he keeps his smile. “Yes?"

And it clicks. “I can get my name because you gave me yours!"

Master makes a face. “Well," he says, “you gave me your name; I only told you mine."

“But that still gives me power over you?"

“A little," he says. “Just enough to take back what you willingly gave to me for safe-keeping."

I can't help but smile. “That's clever."

His smile broadens, and I see his canine teeth. “I think so."

The moment has passed, my fears of being trapped assuaged, but the conversation had me thinking. “What is this place?" I ask. “How does it even exist?"

Master twists to the side and pats his lower back. I acquiesce and hop on, straddling his back, my hands on his upper waist for stability.

He plods through the arch back into the sanctuary at a gentle pace. "All beings have a purpose," he says. "It is not always obvious, nor is it always static, but it is there. And when our actions are aligned with our purpose, we can accomplish much."

He takes the left fork which goes up a flight of stairs. I grip tighter with my legs and hands and rest my head on his shoulder.

"My purpose," Master says, his voice quieter now that my head is next to his, "is to provide rest. And I have been given great power towards that end. So long as I work towards that purpose, I continue to have the necessary power."

"Enough power to maintain a pocket dimension?" I ask. "Carve out your own little world that captures weary souls?"

"Precisely," he says. "I've worked hard to cultivate rest here. No doubt you've seen the different jobs my guests can take; I hear you make quite the barista yourself."

"I hope so," I say with a grin.

We reach the top of the stairs. There's a small vista overlooking the entire sanctuary, a pergola watching over a small field of soft grass bordered by a short stone wall. Opposite the wall is what would likely be a bar, shelves empty until they need stock. Master walks to the edge of the wall, and we both look out over the buildings and terraces.

"It's strange, though," I muse. "I hadn't thought about it being 'rest'; it's a job, right?"

He hums, and I feel it rumble against all of me. "What one does for work another can do for pleasure, for the joy of the thing itself. I daresay that if the work you did before coming here involved serving coffee, you would not find that restful."

"No," I say in wonder. "But we can't rely on that for everything, right? Who does the chores when no one wants to?"

"Some people enjoy them," he says. "But you are right; how can we be sure what is necessary gets done without forcing it?" He chuckles. "That, dear Lapis, is where my power comes in. Where does your coffee come from? How does the pool stay so clean?" He turns his head to mine, and I see a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Have you had to dispose of your waste?"

My jaw dropped. "Holy shit," I mutter.

"Oh, it is hardly that exalted."

I burst out laughing. I hold Master tighter, and he lays his hands over mine and holds me in place. I hear my voice echo off the back wall of the vista as I lose myself to the joke.

"Okay," I say when I can calm down, "I walked into that one."

I look out into the sanctuary again. There's a pair of otters swimming in one of the pools, a centaur (with a human upper half) is roasting marshmallows with a raccoon and a badger, and I see the roof of the villa where I know Nash and Maple are.

"Does that include our bodies?" I muse. "Do you give us these?"

Master shrugs slightly, and I feel his back flex as he does. "In a way. I like to think I merely enable you to take the forms you do. What you become depends on you."

"Hmm," I hum, skeptically, "so on the inside I've always been a blue-furred rabbit?"

"Well," He looks back at me with that same grin, "I may have a hand in the... direction taken."

I tighten my grip, another thought seizing me. "But I chose to be female. Am I trans?"

He sighs. "What my power does is enable rest. Ignore chores, gloss over logistics, and take whatever form you need; all so you can find rest here." He reaches up and strokes my face. "You became what you are because that is what you needed to be. As your stay continues, you may realize you need to be something else. And what you need here may not be what you decide when you depart."

"What if I never leave?" I whisper.

He strokes my face again. "Everyone leaves," he whispers back. "Eventually you will have gained all you need from me, and you will go back to where you were before."

I catch a flash of memory of my life outside of the sanctuary and I grip Master tighter in fear.

"Peace, Lapis," he says. "It will happen in its own time, and not until you are fully ready."

His words calm me, and I loosen my grip. I look down at the sanctuary again: the centaur is on her own now, and the two otters are waiting on the edge of the pool—wait, no...

The two otters are fucking on the edge of the pool.

I feel a fire start below my belly, and I shift my stance on Master's back. Partly to adjust my grip, and partly to grind against him without him suspecting.

I'm sure he knows.

"So," I say, mostly to keep the conversation going, "no bodily waste, no chores. No shame?"

"Mostly," he says. "Shame encompasses many things, but there is no shame in our bodies here." He turns and licks my short muzzle. "Or our desires."

Busted. I give up subtlety and kiss him, my lips meeting his.

His tongue darts out and into my mouth. I press my lips closer and taste the underside of his tongue. He cradles the back of my head.

And we pull back, unable to hold the awkward position any longer. I look at him with unfocused eyes, desire pounding through my body.

"Hang on," he says, and I can hear his smile.

I grip with my hands and hook my feet around and rest my chin back on his shoulder. "Always," I say.

And he runs full speed towards the bar. He stops suddenly before we get there and twists his upper torso; I'm not ready for it and my grip slips. I slide forward, and in one smooth motion he grabs me by the hips and sits me on top of the bar.

"What was that?" I shriek, looking down at his face with its absolutely cheeky grin.

He shifts his grip on my hips to spread my legs, and before I can question it he ducks and buries his muzzle in my folds.

I hook my legs around the back of his head and moan. It's a deep, wanton moan that would have made me self-conscious anywhere else. But not here. I feel his tongue brush my clit before diving in, touching me deeply before retreating and tasting my clit again.

He's unrelenting. I barely have a moment to process where his tongue is before it touches a new area and lights my nerves up further. "Master, please," I breathe.

Whatever he says is muffled by my thighs, his deep rumbling voice driving me closer to the edge. His grip on my hips gets tighter. His licks get more aggressive, deeper. My heart races, my breathing gets heavier. His nose presses against my clit.

"Please," I whisper.

He presses his snout forward and pulls me towards him. His nose fully enters me and his tongue surges deep into my vagina—

And with a shriek I grip the bartop and hold him in place with my feet as I lose myself to my orgasm. He holds me in place as I shake and clench around his muzzle.

Eventually I come back down and relax my legs. He pulls back and gazes into my eyes as he licks his lips.

I groan but can't stop smiling. “Absolutely no shame," I say.

He winks. “Whatever you need."

My smile falls a bit. “But what do you need?"

He shakes his head, still smiling. “For you to shine brighter." And he licks the side of his muzzle to clean a stray drop of my wetness.

The act makes me clench, and I realize I'm not quite satisfied. And a few stray ideas connect.

He must see this because he steps back. “What has my clever Lapis got in her head now?"

I look down at him. “We become what we need to be, yes?"

He nods, and I can smell his excitement.

I hop down from the bar and step to the side. Gingerly, I feel for my tail with both hands, then I pinch the skin just above it. All the while I maintain eye contact with Master, remembering his knotted cock inside me, how it felt to kiss him, and how I couldn't have both unless…

I felt the skin break, and I yanked forward like I was tearing off a skirt.

And I felt a pair of hind legs hit the ground behind me. I jumped slightly, and my forelegs shifted in place. And I stood about half a head lower than Master atop a lower body like his.

Except I was still a rabbit, of course. A rabbit-taur, to be specific.

And the look of amazement on Master's face is worth it. “Lapis!" he yells, arms wide in astonishment. “What are—why?"

“Altruistically?" I say with a smirk. “I wanted to return the favor."

His keen look returns. “But that is not how it works," he says.

“No," I said, “which is why I also wanted to be big enough to be able to kiss you while you fuck me properly."

His blue eyes stay locked onto mine as he paces forward. “This body does not fit you as well," he says.

“No," I admit. And it's true: I like being small, letting my hair cover me like a cloak, curling into my mate as we lie together. "But," I say to him and myself, "that's not what I need now."

He steps to me and cups my face in his hands. I put my hands on his chest and dig into the fur.

“My clever Lapis," he rumbles. “I'm so glad to have you."

“Thanks," I say with a blush. “But I can't be the first one to think of this, right?"

“Not the first, no," Master says. “But I am always glad when someone does."

“Show me," I say. And I tilt my head up.

He catches the hint and leans down to kiss me. Again, his tongue asks to enter, and again I let it. It finds my cheeks, my tongue, my buck teeth. And my tongue follows his back and finds the roof of his mouth, his sharp teeth, gets tangled in his more dexterous tongue and pulls our muzzles closer.

And one of his hands falls and caresses my breast, gently squeezes it from below. His padded thumb idly traces circles around my nipple. My heart beats in my ears as my body responds to his touch.

It's not like last time, when every moment served to unwind, placate, relax. This time his touches inflame me, send my blood surging through me, tighten the knot of tension that had moved into my lower body.

I moan into his mouth as we make out. He moves his hand behind my head and grips my breast harder with his other. I run my hands along his chest. He presses closer. I lift a foreleg and trace the side of his foreleg with it.

He breaks the kiss. “Lapis," he says, his voice deep and rumbling and full of need. He traces kisses down my jawline to my neck, his hand holding the opposite side. He nips at my neck. It's painless, but it triggers some deep instinctual fear. Only enough to fill my body with hormones, make me aware of every part of it in relation to the predator in front of me. I gasp, and he chuckles.

“Master," I breathe.

He kneels in front of me. He moves his head to the breast he's ignored and gently licks at my nipple before latching on. His hand combs through my hair to the small of my back where my torsos meet. He presses and pulls us closer.

He lets go of my breast and moves his hand to it. His spit chills it; I can't decide whether I like that or not. It doesn't matter. "What do you desire, Lapis?" he rumbles into my belly. "Speak, and I will provide."

I giggle and shake, his breath tickling me. "You," I say, my voice small, my words only for him. "Only you, Master."

He rumbles in satisfaction. He starts to get to his feet, but I take his head in my hands before he can move away.

"What do you desire, my Master?" I say. "What can your guest provide?"

He gets to his feet but doesn't break my hold on him. His hands rise to my shoulders, and he places one on my chest, just above my left breast, over my heart.

"You," he says. "I desire you."

The statement thrills me, inflames my desire even more. "You have it," I whisper. And I let go of his face.

He drops his hands and walks past me, our flanks touching the entire way. I glance down and see his penis beginning to unsheathe as he walks by. I put my hand on his lower back and comb the fur as it passes. His tails swish to my side as they approach and slide over my chest. I feel a few lingering strokes on my breasts as I hold my hand among them, lost in the soft fur.

He traces his hand along my lower spine. I stay facing foward, experiencing by touch and sound alone. His hand moves to my waist, the soft body between my lower ribcage and my very substantial hips and thighs. I feel his other hand on the other side.

I tense my hind legs.

I feel his weight shift, his hands move, before he lands on my hindquarters. His forelegs take the place of his hands and grip my lower hips and pull me back towards him.

I lower my front half and angle my rear towards him.

He contorts himself in an animalistic thrust, and I feel his length brush my thigh.

"I have you," he whispers. And I'm thankful for his words, not used to having the focal point be so far away from me.

Another thrust, and he's in.

I gasp. He feels bigger than before, a fullness I don't remember until we were knotted. I push back against him to drive him deeper.

He thrusts again. And again. His tempo picks up, and it's all I can do just to stand still, each thrust lighting my body up like a switchboard. I feel his knot press with each thrust, getting closer, closer—

His knot pops in, and the shockwave travels the length of my body. It pushes me farther, but not over the edge.

I feel his weight shift, stretching along my back. I feel his hands on my arms, his chin barely touching my shoulders.

"Can you lie down, Lapis?" he says quietly.

I glance back at him, curious at the strange request. But I lower myself to the ground. As I do, he guides me onto my side and lounges alongside me. He's able to stretch farther this way, enough that one of his hands cradles my head while the other rests on my chest. His forepaws straddle my body, and one gently lays on my lower belly.

He gazes at me with a cocky smirk, but I see the care and desire beneath it. I rest my hands on his chest and sigh. "Well played, Master," I say.

And our lips find each other again. It's a gentler kiss, flavored by his forepaw stroking my belly, his hand coming up to my breast, his short thrusts that he manages to draw out for seconds at a time. My fires are still stoked, but it's a patient, steady climb. I arc my backs in time with his thrusts, rubbing our bodies together. His balls gently tap the edges of my labia. I dig my clawed hands into his chest and moan into his mouth.

He moans back, but it turns into a vulpine whine. I chance opening my eyes to see his squeezed shut. I feel his thrusts get more erratic, his grip tighter. I move a hind leg to feel his: they're tense, coiled, holding himself at bay. He's close, closer than I am.

And I get one more wicked idea.

I break the kiss, move my mouth up to his ear, and whisper with the smallest breath, “Cum for me, Irdhor."

He comes undone in my grip. He seizes me with every limb he can and unloads inside me. I feel his liquid heat shoot into my core as he holds onto me, trembling. “Lapis," he says with a whimper.

And I release. My body spasms as I surrender control for a moment, my mind imprinting on his length, his touch, his scent. He overwhelms me, my larger body giving me that much more to feel, to lose.

I come to after a moment and take stock of myself. I'm lying on my side, still. Master is still secure inside me, and both my chests are cradled in his grip. His head is resting on my shoulder, his mouth next to my ear...

His breath is haggard, his arms still trembling. He sizes up—not as powerfully as before—and releases again.

I put my hand on the back of his head. "I have you, Master," I whisper.

He seems to catch his breath. His grip loosens, and he starts to move again. Gentle pets on my lower belly, lazy circles around my nipple, slow combs through my hair. "You are incredible, Lapis," he says.

I brush the back of his head. "Only because you let me be," I answer.

And we lay there for several moments, bringing each other down from our heights.

Eventually, the moment is over. He softens enough to pull out of me, and we get to our feet. There is no mess to clean up, no damage to undo.

"You should get back to your denmates," Master says.

I nod, knowing he's right. "I hope they aren't worried about me," I say.

He smiles. "If they are," he says, "it is only because they care."

I look back at him, take in his form that I've come to know—to love—so intimately. His uncannily dextrous forepaws, his powerful hind legs, his mischiveous tails, his strong torso, and his face... so dangerous, yet so kind.

"Goodnight, Master," I say with a bow.

"Good morning, Lapis," he answers.

I start to turn around but my hind legs trip over themselves. I manage to save myself from an embarassing fall, but only just. With a sigh, I grab my skin at my waist and pull.

There's no hesitation this time; the form tears easily and I walk away from my disappearing lower body, back on two digitigrade legs. With a wave, I hop away.

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I duck beside the curtain and pad toward the bed. Nash is turned on his side towards the edge while Maple is on her back. Both of them are dozing, their breath steady.

As quietly and daintily as I can, I slide into the space between them. I stay on my back and rest my head on the pillows, my hands folded on my sternum. I wiggle slightly, settle into the bed, and close my eyes. Maybe I'll get a little bit of sleep before morning.

I feel Maple roll over towards me. Her arm snakes across my chest and finds my boob with laser-like precision. Her head nestles in the crook of my neck.

"You're back," she murmurs.

I sigh in contentment. "Yes," I say, "I'm back."