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Disclaimer - Before we start, I think it would be best if we invoked the muses: Oh, Thalia, may the Arcadian setting be lush and verdant. And may Euretpe's blessing make the whole thing flow like a burbling spring. Perhaps more importantly, may Erato's smooth skinned fingers make the titillating bits extra juicy, and Calliope make the whole thing a truly epic experience. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

The Absinthe Civet

It wasn't that his life had been bad or anything. He had grown up in a decent neighborhood, revived passing grades in school, earned a few degrees about using varying fashions of words, and paid off the crushing loans that got him there by being a freelance teacher. So no, he couldn't say that his life had been a failure . . .

Never having been much of a reveler, he had instead chose to live a quiet life of books and games and a close group of friends. This wasn't to say that he never went to bars, but they were rarely the kinds of places that he would seek out on his own. The clubs that he had seen in his travels were more anthropological experiences, rather than hedonistic ones. Some of the atmospheres were quite interesting, but he had no idea what to do after getting there. The options often seemed rather limited to either shouting at his compatriots over the pounding music or vaguely bobbing to the overbearing tunes. Some people seemed to live for it . . . but honestly, the whole scene had never really moved him. Instead, he tried to keep busy in other inconsequential ways.

But even his usual feeble attempts at enjoying himself had been absent of late. His recent job involved staying in a country where everything that the bar and club scene represented had been removed. Music was banned. Alcohol was banned. Public socialization was banned. Homosexuality was banned. Bisexuality didn't even exist. Speaking out against any of the bans was banned. And all of the transgressions could technically be punished by death . . . If the police were to ever actually do anything.

It wasn't until these things were removed from his life that he found himself missing them. He retreated inside of himself somewhat, writing his own stories, composing his own music, and trying to make something of his free time. But even with a healthy life in fiction, he just found that something was missing. There was some integral cohesion that had been removed from his lonely existence, even though he had never missed it before.

That was why the looming vacation had been a godsend: It seemed like a time he could catch up on having a real life . . . Or at least pretending to. He often felt like he was simply pretending to live the life of a normal man instead of being able to define himself in any meaningful way.

Europe seemed like the obvious choice. He had chosen somewhere that wasn't quite the most well-known place in the world . . . but it felt like a home that he'd never known when he got there. Advertisements for books lined the walls of the metro, there were castles and temples on the hills across the river, and everyone seemed to have a vested interest in creating _ something _. With a few days of beautiful scenery and wonderful food, he mustered the gumption to make his way into a few clubs and bars, hoping to feel the electric thrill that he never had before. Some of his temporary friends had spent entire nights in wild revelry, claiming that the experience had changed their lives: really given them something that they could latch onto and say it was themselves . . . But sadly, the man didn't feel any different than he had the last time he had seen such places. Instead he had a vague feeling of disappointing deja vu.

He had been sure that his forced abstinence from such places would have gifted him with more appreciation. Sadly though, he still just didn't seem to "get it."

It wasn't that he was becoming desperate, but there was something more like a creeping manic curiosity that gripped the man as he considered other avenues. The most prolific influence was the impressionist section in the museum. The vaguely detailed pointillism sang stories to his eyes: and many pictures had a reoccurring theme: a light green substance in a glass and a contemplative smile or frown. Some scenes were inside, but others were on hills and gardens, reclining on the grass as the green fairy led them to a memorable evening.

Sometimes the figures were in groups, making toasts or watching a cabaret, but more often they were alone, seeming to contemplate the very existence of their shallow fluted glasses. Even when there were other patrons in the frame, it seemed that the absinthe drinkers were alone, sometimes almost blissfully so.

And so, at the end of his first week abroad, he assembled his kit, one bottle of sweatingly cold water, various packed cured meats and cheeses, three clear plastic cups, a box of wrapped sugar cubes, a completely virgin notebook, and a fork to serve as a slotted spoon. In addition, of course, was the finest bottle of absinthe that he could find, claiming to be an authentic re-creation of what the Parisians used to enjoy. It cost a lot . . . or it felt like it did. Honestly it was hard to tell when everything was in crowns instead of dollars . . .

While the end of the day approached, he walked over the river, heavy satchel in tow, looking at the sun streaking over the green water, leaving flickering patches of gold. It was amazing how fast the city gave way to the thick verdant trees and grass of the hills, a long winding staircase leading him past the sculpted disintegrating men marching down to non-existance, and a crucified marble man whose expression made it seem like his crown of thorns was more of a nuisance than any real punishment.

Legs aching as he continued up the fern shrouded path, he passed others: families, lost tourists, and relaxing locals, most of them leaving before the end of daylight. It felt odd that he was simply allowed to walk into such a place, the well-kept botanical gardens that lined the paths at the top of the hill rustling in the breeze as he strolled casually through. Seeking more seclusion, he walked over the top of the park, calves burning as he strode down the sloping lawn under the pine and ash, stepping past the wide bushes and shrubs, reaching a point that was secluded to everything except the orange sky above him.

This would do nicely.

Slowly, he laid out his kit on the grass, arranging the food and setting down the bottles carefully, nestling them against the soft sloped hill. The grass was slightly more prickly than it looked, but the angle made it quite easy to simply lay back for a moment, looking up at the now dully glowing skies as the last few slivers of daylight winked out.

It was nice but certainly not transcendental. The man felt vaguely guilty for being so dissatisfied with his rather remarkable situation, chuckling nervously despite himself. It might not be the best thing in the world, but it certainly had a comforting, seen-it-on-a-postcard kind of vibe. Taking up the deep green glass bottle in his hands, he pulled back at the cork stopper, wriggling it this way and that before it slid out with a satisfying pop. The aroma reminded him of licorice, mouthwash, and the herbal tea his mother had made him drink when he was feeling ill. He put the cork back in and took a bite of cheese, rolling the idea of just going back to his room in his mind before grabbing a light clear plastic cup, removing the stopper again, and pouring about an inch of the mossy green transparent substance into the glass.

Remembering how the process had been described on the internet, he then took his fork and balanced it on the rim of the glass, fiddling with it a few times before it finally stayed. Unwrapping a sugar cube, he placed it on the tines of the fork as gently as he could, breathing a sigh of relief as the utensil remained in place. The wet condensation on the edges of the water bottle tingled against his palm as he screwed off the lid, bending in and looking at the glass as he gently poured a dribble down over the sugar so that it trickled musically into the drink.

Nothing happened, which is to say, the sugar got wet, and the drink remained glassy green. He stopped, looking at the glass with disappointment and trepidation. Was there something that he had forgotten? It seemed there had to be something he was doing wrong . . . However, seeing nothing else to be done, he poured a little bit more in, tilting the plastic bottle cautiously. This time the sugar cube melted slightly as the liquid was drizzled over it, and the absinthe began to turn an almost opaque mint color. The two clashing vibrant greens swirled around in his glass, darker ceding to lighter as the last of the sugar dissolved.

There was a scientific explanation to be sure, but as he picked up the glass and examined the contents, taking in the sharp herbal aroma, it felt more like some kind of alchemy. He brought the glass to his lips, inhaling the anise laden scent before taking a sip of the almost luminous green. It was slightly sweet, the minty tingle of the herbal flavor blending with the distinct alcoholic buzz on his tongue. It was actually quite good . . . Not a reason to live for in and of itself, but certainly a cut above the standard lot. He leaned back, sipping thoughtfully before pulling out his notebook.

Nothing was leaping into his mind, nor was he overcome with the paradoxical nature of existence as the men in the paintings had seemed to be. That didn't stop the man from plowing forwards though, clicking his ballpoint pen as he wrote . . .

She walked into the bar

He chewed on the point of the pen for a moment before scratching it out.

He walked into the bar

That didn't feel any better. It walked? They walked? The man was as indecisive in his fantasies as he was in his life. Also, bars seemed overused . . . And maybe he'd stick with she. . .

She walked into the emptying park as the fading rays of the sun caressed the foliage of the verdant trees. There was no particular purpose in her steps, although she very distinctly chose to walk next to the path instead of directly on it . . .

Yes, that seemed better. The words began to flow as the absinthe did as well. He took sips periodically as he filled in details, describing her almost superstitious personality as well as her somewhat reserved taste in clothes. The wrappers of the sugar cubes began to form a little pile as he fixated on describing every aspect of her emerald personality. Then of course, there were her clothes, he jotted down some words, but quickly scribbled them out. 1920s reporter? Grunge? Vaguely athletic? He just couldn't see it in his mind . . .

He tapped his pen against his teeth, the feeling pleasantly numb as he considered what was to come next. While he reached absentmindedly behind him for his glass, a smooth voice rang from the hill next to him.

"There are better ways to do that, you know . . ." The man turned with a start, hand brushing over something soft and warm.

"Sorry." The man stuttered automatically. He really hadn't expected anyone else would find this place. There were probably laws against drinking in public, and parks back in the states closed at sunset. Perhaps the police had come for him, or . . .

"I'm just saying . . ." The man's eyes widened as she shrugged. "That method's a little bit plain for a bottle like that."

It took him some time to focus in the gloom, eyes confusedly running over her impossible features. Her pointed animal face was coated in swirling shades of light and darker green fur while two white patches rested over her almost luminous sea-green eyes. The baggy off-white shirt and simple brown vest she wore accentuated her rather modest bust, black slacks covering her legs as she reclined back against the hill next to him.

The man swallowed heavily, looking back at the cup of absinthe he had nestled against the hill almost accusingly. "Uhh, pardon me . . . But are you . . . some kind of animal?" The question felt rather lame leaving his lips, paling in comparison to the absurdity of his situation.

"Yup." Her lips pulled back in a smile, revealing her surprisingly pointed teeth. "Civet actually." She shrugged. "You don't mind if I sit here, do you? You don't seem the type that would be afraid of animals." Her mossy green tail curled up behind her, thick base dwindling to a twisting tip.

"Oh . . . No, of course not." A blush rose to his cheeks. He hadn't expected the answer to be that easy. He was a little flustered as he felt a need to fill the moment of silence. "You were mentioning something about my glass . . ."

"Well, its a bit of a shame to have a fine bottle of absinthe all for yourself." Her voice was like a low melody, rich and warm, with just a hint of mischief. "Might I help?" Despite the strangeness of the situation, he couldn't help admiring her as he watched her reach down and rub a padded finger against the edge of one of the empty cups.

He felt sort of prudish for not offering her a sip earlier. "Oh, absolutely." For the first time in the evening, he genuinely smiled, beginning to gather the necessary materials to prepare her a glass. "I really don't know what I was doing coming up here. I'm honestly not much of a reveler." He shrugged. "It just kind of seemed like it was worth a shot, you know?" He carefully put a cube of sugar on the balanced fork as he spoke.

"That's the way all good things happen. You just have to keep trying something new . . ." She winked at him suggestively. "Speaking of which, let me show you a trick." She reached in for the bottle of water.

"Sure," He chuckled slightly nervously as she leaned in over the glass and poured in just a smidgen of water into the bottom of it. It was a little odd as she hadn't even poured any of the liqueur in yet, and had completely avoided getting the sugar wet.

"Now then . . ." She uncorked the absinthe bottle and poured a healthy amount over the saccharine cube, drenching it in translucent green. "The fun part." She fished around in her pocket and came up with a small brass lighter, clicking it open as a steady flame sprung to life, brilliant orange and yellow in the twilight. As soon as she touched it to the saturated cube, the flame wooshed up in a blue roiling ribbon, the sugar crackling as the air was filled with the scent of toasting caramel and deep singed spice.

The man's eyes widened as hissing fiery droplets fell into the liquid below. The flames glinted in her emerald eyes as she watched the cube begin to melt slightly, softening around the edges even as they darkened.

"Err, the cup's just plastic. Shouldn't we be a little careful?" Despite his trepidations, the sight remained captivating and the cup remained unscorched.

"Don't worry, we're _ just _about there." Her tail swished about behind her as she grabbed the glistening bottle of water in her green paw, pausing is if waiting for something, choosing just the right time as the edges of the cube began to blacken before she poured the freezing clear liquid down in a chilling deluge. The sugar broke apart almost instantly, dissolving into the drink as it clouded up, but retained odd floating stripes of dark banded green among the lighter mint swirls.

"Perfection." She held the glass up in the rising moonlight and smiled as the whorls slowly spun in the cup. She put the plastic to her lips and pulled her head back, taking a long, somewhat noisy sip. "Here, you should give it a go . . ." She slid the glass next to him with two of her padded fingers, thick whiskers twitching playfully.

"I wouldn't want to impose." The man replied automatically. In actuality, he really did want to taste the bizarre cocktail. But, it was a lifetime of training to fit into polite society that spoke for him. More than that, he wanted to know more about her, to discover where she was from . . . although he felt like in a way he already knew. Regardless, he could imagine the sensations of running his hand through her sleek green fur in the most distractingly vivid of ways.

"It's really your loss. You don't know what you're missing . . ." She rested a paw on his leg, the feeling of her pads and claws making the hair on the back of his neck stand up while she took another sip. "Is it really so hard to say _yes_for once?" Her voice was deep and breathy, but with a strange ironic twinge.

The feeling of her fingers walking up his thigh made him shiver as he met her piercing verdant gaze and swallowed heavily. "I'm not against the idea. It's just . . ." The man's mind spun as he inhaled the deep notes of toasted sugar and anise.

"Well, if you like the idea, then just let me help you with the practice . . ." Her eyes locked on to his own as she took another heavy pull from the glass, nearly draining it before setting it at her side. With a surge of motion, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close and pressing her muzzle against his lips. The man's eyes flew wide open as a flood of the swirling sweet singed absinthe flooded in to his mouth, her claws dimpling the fabric of his shirt as she pulled her lithe body against his own, sharing a strange spiced kiss.

Although it was a shock, it was impossible not to reciprocate, his tongue sliding against her own as he haltingly swallowed a burning mouthful of the fiery liqueur. Her pointed teeth and ridged palate felt bizarre against his tongue, the alien flesh all the more alluring while he embraced her as well, fingers feeling the soft give of her warm fur under the simple fabric of her shirt. Arms wrapped around each other, they rolled back onto the lawn, mouths alight with the sensations of scraping tongues and the slow tingling burn of almost mentholated alcohol.

She ran her pink tongue over her dark thin lips as she pulled back, whiskers twitching on either side of her pointed lime colored muzzle. "So, what do you think?" She ran a clawed finger slowly under his chin. "It's better this way, no?"

"No." The man nodded. "Err . . . Yes." He scratched against the back of his head, heat radiating from his still-tingling throat. "I've never seen it done quite that way . . . Did you come up with it?"

She stretched back against the hill, fingers interlaced up above her head as her animal ears stretched forwards. "I learned from the best" She said coyly. "But the night is still so young . . ." She reached down and tugged open the top of his shirt, adroit fingers popping the button with ease. "It would be a pity to let it go to waste." Her lush mossy gaze looked up at him suggestively. "What do you think?"

"Err yes, absolutely." The words felt surprising even as he said them. The man looked up at her green eyes, still beaming with mischief. He felt like he had known her for a long, long time, but couldn't quite place where. It was like she had always been there, just never tangible, never so vivid. She was everything he wanted in a way he had never considered as a reality, and never admitted as a fantasy. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Oh, I've been here and there." Her tail swayed back and forth against the lawn. "Just listening in. Keeping an eye out for anything worthwhile . . ." Her dark cold nose puffed warm air against his throat as she slipped another button lose from his shirt.

Her words didn't make a lot of sense . . . But they _ felt like an answer. His mind was beginning to bubble in the strangest of ways as he laughed, in almost wordless agreement. "Right . . . I think I'd like that." He nodded, completely unsure of what '_that' could be.

"Good choice." She leaned in and planted a wet animal kiss in the middle of his forehead, using just a hint too much tongue. The man's eyes crossed as he watched her, a crumpled grin curling up the side of his mouth. Her sharp teeth poked from her black lips as she smiled, watching a note of light green creep into his otherwise quite nondescript eyes as her hands crept down his shirt, questing for more still-fastened buttons.

"Here . . ." The man interrupted, not wanting her to do all of the work. He reached down to unbutton his own shirt as she smirked at him, watching his fingers stumble across the fabric.

"Just a little too slow . . ." Her chuckle rang like silver bells as she reached in and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, green furred paws contrasting with the light fabric. Tugging up, the man was pushed back against the hill, his world engulfed by Oxford blue as the night air and prickly grass brushed up against his bare skin.

As his shirt was tossed aside, the man shook his now disheveled hair as he looked up at her in the pale light of the evening. Her hands quickly undid the horn buttons of her own vest as she looked back at him. "Return the favor?" She asked impishly, cocking her green furred head to the side as one ear twitched impishly.

The man's laugh rose from his naked chest like bubbles in champagne. "It's only fair I suppose. . ." His breathing quickened as his hands neared the puffed out edges where her shirt was tucked into her pants. He could feel the heat radiating from her body as she raised her arms and looked down at him, waiting.

"It's not rocket science, darling. . ." She smirked as he blushed and began to pull up her shirt, feeling the warmth of where it had made contact with her body. She unclasped the top few buttons as he eased it up, his eyes fixed on the glossy green fur that he was revealing. Her belly undulated as she giggled and he pulled up inexpertly, unraveling her clothes as he couldn't help but admire her revealed breasts, pert pink nipples stiff in the cool night breeze. He could almost smell her, a smooth blend of licorice and clove that made his mouth water as he awkwardly tugged her cuffs over and off of her raised arms while she laughed and pulled back.

"What a gentleman." She noted somewhat sardonically as he folded her shirt and vest, and very gently laid them on the grass next to her. His cheeks burned as she reached in and ran a padded finger up his bare chest, tracing over his ribs, lifting his chin so that his now green gaze met her own. "You really are adorable, you know that?"

"I do my best, I suppose . . ." He stuttered only slightly, running a hand over his bare chest nervously, feeling the goose flesh of his skin in the cool night.

"I couldn't ask anything more from you." She grinned as she pulled herself up to her knees. "You're looking a bit chilly though. I think we should do something about that . . ."

"After all we went through to get the shirts off? Don't you think that would be a little premature?" He raised an eyebrow quizzically. He was feeling oddly more and more at ease, his hair beginning to develop faint verdant highlights.

"Oh, but there's more than one way to stay warm. Here, let me show you . . ." She snuggled up next to him, drawing her lithe body under his arm in one surprisingly fluid motion. The prickling of her whiskers followed by the warm smoothness of her green fur brushed across his skin before she gave him a quick peck, thick-based tail thwapping behind her against the hill. Her pert jostling breasts rubbed against his arm, nipples warm against him as the claws of her odd animal paw-feet scraped at his legs. "There. Warm?"

"P-perfectly toasty." He replied, body going stiff in more ways than one as a blush rose to his cheeks.

"Let's keep it that way hmm?" She sniffed in at where his neck met his shoulder, tingling warm tongue sliding against him as her paws slid down to grope lewdly at his bare chest. The leathery pads of her fingers dimpled his flesh, kneading against him as her dark cool nose huffed long warm puffs of air against him. One of his arms pressed back against the grass, fingers splayed as his other rest against the leg of her slacks, not even caring to ask permission as he leaned in towards her.

"Oh god, that feels . . ." His words trailed off as his tongue ran over his lips which darkened as mossy green fur began to grow in on his cheeks, the tingling of the spirits masking the myriad pricklings while he moaned out.

"Tell me . . . Describe it . . ." Her fingers slid against his nipples as she shifted her weight and leaned against him harder, one leg curling in between his own, toe-pads splayed out against his knee.

"It's . . . Nice. I don't . . ." He spoke haltingly, not knowing how to even begin as the warmth and pressure of her paws rubbing against him spread throughout his body.

"Surely you can do better than that . . . I didn't come here for _ nothing _you know." She pouted, eyes hungry as she redoubled her efforts.

"It's like . . ." He panted. "Your hands are electric . . . I can feel little jolts of pressure running down my spine." It was like each word hurt him as she purred and butted her head in under his chin, coaxing the short light green fur to blossom there as his jaw creaked slightly. His flesh stretched and pulsed, pressing back against her paws as his nipples grew wider and more tender under her teasing fingers.

"That's a bit closer . . . But I still know you can do better . . ." She rumbled as her whiskers tickled his neck, his head pulling back as his eyes closed.

He spoke as if possessed, words pouring out of him as his chest swelled with loose malleable flesh. She leaned against him and purred, tail flicking against the ground as she absorbed every vivid linguistic detail. His chest burst into green plushness with white overtones as her sculptor's fingers coaxed him on, lances of blazing pleasure shaking through him. His halting moans escaped his lips with barely constrained ecstasy as his head creaked forwards, nose losing distinction, becoming a huffing leathery tip to his forming muzzle as his dark nostrils took in her spiced vanilla scent.

All of his attention was focused on his chest, the tightly squeezed pliant flesh expertly kneaded as downy soft fur bristled in around his nipples. His areolas darkened to a deeper pink, twinging flesh stiffening as she pinched and prodded his taut nipples, head lowering to lap her pink hot tongue over one as he whined out, whiskers fanning out from the sides of his increasingly animalistic head. She suckled at his budding breasts as he rest a hand on her head, reeling from the sensational overload as he opened his emerald eyes and stared up at the rising moon casting light into the skies of silver.

"There._ Excellent _." She smacked her lips before she kissed her way up his neck. "Was that so hard?" Her whiskers prickled past his now twitching nose as she pulled back.

"No that was . . ." He paused, looking down at his body, eyes widening as he saw himself, lush wide-nippled breasts and pale green fur with symmetrical patches of white radiating out from between them. "W-what did you do?" The words barely came out as a squeak as he raised a hand up, lifting one side of his loose heavy chest experimentally, swallowing as he felt the weighted warmth settle back against him, fingers stroking the soft light fur. But this seemed so wrong . . . What if someone saw, how could he possibly explain what he was becoming?

"Not a thing." She turned her head to the side. "This is just what you've had rolling around in your head. You just don't let it out enough . . ." She ran a paw up over the back of his neck, brushing a suede pad over the edges of his ear as it straightened and began to twitch, pulling up the side of his head slightly.

"But what if they see? I don't want to force this on anyone . . . I couldn't . . ." He sputtered, even as his pulse pounded in his throat. His voice even sounded different in his changing ears, slightly breathier and yet still sonorous.

"Who?" She laughed as she waved down the slope. There was no one on this side of the garden, and even if there were, it was too dark to make much out beyond the rusting tree foliage. "There's no one to worry about but yourself. But if you'd rather go back to pretending you don't have these sordid little thoughts, then I'm certainly not going to stop you . . ."

"No." The word was automatic, like a drowning man reaching for a piece of flotsam in the maelstrom. "I'm just not used to actually . . . being?" It was a strange thought. The man had no real way to talk about what was happening to him, only the fictional framework that he was constantly abandoning in everyday life.

"Sure you are. You just never let it out of that wild little corner of your mind." She smiled as she tousled his now nearly key lime colored hair with darker overtones as his perky velveteen ears twitched on either side of her paw. "Stop worrying, and just let it be what you _ want _it to be."

"Right . . ." The man tried to piece together what her words meant as he gazed into her gleaming green eyes. It was uncomfortable being stared at, but at the same time . . . It was, in some rarely felt sense, oddly thrilling.

"Perhaps we need to remove some of these distractions . . ." She turned her attentions lower, fingers leaving the plush fur of his chest and running down his belly as his still-human skin twitched. The light fur followed slightly, forming a fuzzy point down towards his navel as she casually undid the buckle of his belt and tugged, thin leather snaking through the rungs of his trousers with a snap as she tossed it aside. He fell back onto his elbows as she unzipped his fly and tugged down at his pants, pulling them lower and then wrestling off his shoes so that she could slide them over his feet. He was left in nothing but socks and the straining fabric of his teal boxer-briefs, legs crossing bashfully.

"I uhh . . ." He felt like he needed some kind of excuse for the turgid maleness tenting his drawers.

She didn't seem to seek one however, her svelte body moving down so that her pointed muzzle sniffed at his maleness through the thin cotton. "Now we get to the fun part . . ." She dragged her tongue across the material, making a groan escape the man's lips as she nibbled at his encased maleness with her sharp teeth. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes . . ." The man panted, ears folded back as if that were the understatement of the year.

"Tell me how . . ." She stared up at him impishly as her tongue licked down under the elastic waist of his underwear and flickered against the tip of his throbbing maleness.

"It's warm." His toes writhed as she nuzzled against him with her cheek. "And cold . . ."

"And . . .?" She stroked two fingers of her paw down his thigh slowly, gazing up as she licked at his constrained member expectantly.

His pink animal tongue lolled out for a moment, before he dragged it over the points of his sharpening teeth and relaxed, eyes going half-lidded as he began to gush forth words.

Her tail swished behind her as she listened to every immaculate detail, hooking her thumbs under the waist of his drawers and tugging them down to his knees. The fur on his cheeks prickled up in a blush of heat as she nosed about his turgid shaft and hanging balls, the thin skin tensing as her cold nose and warm breath made him quiver. His voice wheezed out as a long squeaking whine as she opened her lips, lapping up his cock lewdly before taking the bulbous head delicately into her mouth between her sharp fangs.

Fingers and toes and writhing, he arched his back as she bobbed down in one fluid motion, tingling warmth of her mouth engulfing his turgid shaft before she twisted and drew back, looking up at him with evident mischief. One hand ran up his belly, combing through his forming fur, squeezing against the underside of his malleable breasts. Her other paw groped in between his legs, rubbing and squeezing against his balls as they tightened and churned in her grasp. The man's hips gyrated slowly, grinding his cock into her muzzle, length twitching and causing pulsing knots of pleasure to tighten in his stomach.

As the fluffy viridescent fur began to creep down his thighs, his tongue lolled out the side of his hanging jaw which creaked out further into the pronounced pointed form of a civet's. As she suckled at his cock and groped at his breasts, her other hand rubbed small tight circles at the back of his balls, causing a new pulsing hot need to well up inside of him. The sensation was almost enough to draw his attention away from the creak behind him, his body doubling forwards, one hand clenched against the thick fur of her head as the bones and muscles just above his hips groaned and creaked. A tugging mass snapped and popped as it pressed out from behind him, jerking from side to side in a way that made his body clench against the fingers probing in under his testes.

As her measured lips sank lower and lower over his member, the fur from his body rose to meet them, green and white plushness rising up the base of his cock, forming a loose furry roll, a plush sheath more suited for an animal than a man. His ears pulled flat as her tongue darted inside of the swelling malleable covering, tasting his spiced animal musk with notes of anise and wormwood. His heavy breasts heaved as he groaned out, her hand mashing at them absentmindedly while her other insistently rubbed tight circles below his testes.

His male orbs tightened and quivered as his scrotum pulled snug, becoming fuzzy and white, outlining their tense roundness. As her fingers pushed and prodded, pulled and stretched his flesh, a new wave of bliss hit him like a freight train. Her paw stroked in with her dark claws and his skin quivered, tensing on either side as it welled out into the glistening edges of a feminine cleft. He bucked and moaned, tail creaking out and beginning to slide mindlessly against the grass behind him while his mind was divided: her mouth sucking and gliding over his cock while her fingers stroked the edges of his freshly formed swelling pink labia.

A new aspect of his scent hit the crisp air, peppery and smooth as her two padded digits met at the top of his folds, pinching in and raising up a quivering nub that she rolled between her fingers as it swelled, new clit crowning his glistening taut slit. But even as his femininity blossomed, his cock twitched and tugged in her mouth, scraping up against her palate as his hips squirmed. Soon, she slid her mouth up and off of his altered shaft, revealing the long animal taper with its distinct angular head as she lapped down the thin skinned length appreciatively, teasing the plump base of his furry sheath.

Her muzzle then sniffed in under his balls as her paw wrapped around his shaft and began to pump. The civet's tongue drilled into his new cleft, making him scream out in wordless need as she sank into him, pulsing her flickering pink appendage as it tingled inside of him with the warmth of their liqueur fueled evening, spreading him wider and deeper with every prodding lap.

He felt like he was about to come, drawn to the edge again and again but unable to cross that unknowable precipice as she would always slow down her advances in just the way to leave him begging for more. Her quivering nose huffed against his balls as she slurped expertly against his developing insides while her slick padded palm squeezed and slid slowly down his turgid animal shaft.

It was tortuous in the best of ways, making him pine for more in wordless ululations before she slowly drew her snout back. Her paw pinched purposefully at the tip of his animal cock as it pulsed, containing his roiling passion, letting it simmer inside of him as she sat up and looked suggestively at him with her deep jade green eyes.

"Now you're starting to get into this." She licked the shining lust that had leaked from his femininity from her tight lips before sucking at her finger, tasting the faint salty spice of his slick male pre.

"Is this really . . ." He searched for the right word: possible . . . believable . . . tasteful . . ."Okay?" He settled distractedly as he cupped one of his heavy green breasts in his hand. His bust made hers seem much smaller in comparison.

"I have no idea!" She laughed like the question had been the punchline to a drawn out joke. "Does it really matter?"

"Well, uhh, no, I . . ." He fumbled with words as he lifted up at his white furry sack gingerly, breaths heaving with his breath as he looked at his bared pink femininity, nestled amidst the green and fluffy white. "I just don't know how to explain any of this . . ." His mind was muzzy with passion, need still roiling around inside of him, fermenting and becoming more potent now that the electric stimulation had ceased.

"Do you need to?" She chuffed, slowly rising in one long sinuous motion in front of him, hand unbuttoning her slacks theatrically. "Does it really matter how or why? Is that going to affect how you enjoy this?"

His mind ran amok as the question bounced around inside of it like a marble dropped in an empty fishbowl. Roma curses, miraculous technology, powerful hallucinogens, mysterious plagues, magic, and various other plot devices flooded into his mind. But in each one, he was changing, and she was there, encouraging him in her own particularly coy way. "It really doesn't, does it?" He had never really considered it that way before, but at that moment it was true: he could hardly care less.

"Not now at least." She agreed as she let her pants fall around her ankles, revealing a tight set of lacy maroon panties with a dark moist patch in the middle. She hooked a claw under the elastic waistband as she looked down at him and chewed on her lip, raising a white spotted eyebrow suggestively.

"Sounds about right." His eyes were fixed on the dark red material as it stretched against her, bunching up her plush mint colored fur. His nose huffed in as he looked out over his green tinted muzzle while she began to wriggle slowly out of her undergarments. Her scent called to him like a vodka drenched poppy to an alcoholic bee. He leaned in and nuzzled against her leg. "As long as we're here, we might as well enjoy ourselves, right?" His now thin lips pulled up into a warm grin.

"Now you're starting to get it." She cooed, tussling his unkempt lime hued hair as he sniffed up her thigh hungrily. He felt oddly unburdened in a way he never had before: both feminine, and masculine, but in a way that was more than the sum of its parts. It just felt like the most natural thing in the world: being able to love any other person not because they were fitting into some societal preconception, but because they were captivating. She allowed him to be himself in a way that, although unthinkable, made perfect sense under the pale light of the moon with the cool grass under his legs.

His hands combed through her dense sleek fur as she reached down with a paw, padded fingers spreading the slightly swollen lips of her glistening pink femininity wide as she cocked her hips to the side. Drawn in like a magnet, his ears folded back as he sniffed in at her herbal scent, nose tingling as it bumped against her slick warm cleft. Her breaths came quicker as he opened his maw and his surprisingly dexterous animal tongue scraped out and slid up the edges of her vulva in one loving stroke. The man's fingers splayed out, gripping against her fur as they thickened, nails darkening into claws as his skin bulged into thick sensitive pads. Green fur rushed down from his elbows, a swirling damasked pattern that tingled in like a fiery cool shot as he began to lavish her cleft in appreciative hungry affection.

Behind him, his tail lashed around like a snake, causing his anus to tug this way and that as his new animal muscles fully developed. Her hands pulled him in closer, hugging his muzzle against her crotch as his lips began to spread her cleft apart, feeling her quivering flesh tense and pulse against him. It was like she was reveling in his pleasure as much as her own as he nibbled gently at her tender button of a clit, tasting anise as he felt her passion throb against his tongue.

It was irresistible. He couldn't help himself as he strained forwards and drilled into her clenching passage. Her tight tingling insides wrenched around his tongue as her pussy twitched and leaked out sweet passion against him. The man began to slide his tongue back when she rammed her hips forwards, pulling at the back of his head, encouraging him to sink inside of her again and again in quick slippery bursts of passion.

As he sat back on his folded legs, his toes writhed and splayed out, fur seeping ceaselessly down his limbs while his skin became looser and more animal. His ankles creaked as they shrank down, pulling into taut animal joints while his feet began to stretch forwards. The man's toes all swelled and thickened, fur tickling between them as they widened into heavy paws, digits rubbing together needfully as his tail swished behind him. His breasts pressed against her leg, her glossy fur tickling his erect nipples as he lapped in deeper and deeper inside of her, the moans of her pleasure ringing like benedictions in his ears as her femininity pulsed and clenched with increasingly spasmodic fits of ecstasy around his tongue.

Cock aching, pussy throbbing, he clung to her as she pulled back, pressing a forefinger against his forehead as she drew back her hips with a teasingly slow motion. Her tail hung behind her, curling slightly as she looked down at him with sultry promise. "It'd be a shame to let things end so soon . . ." She ran her paw down, combing through the sylvan fur of his cheek, tracing down his neck before she shoved against his collar bone, toppling him over backwards. His paw-feet pedaled in the air, tail writhing before she stepped over him and landed on his belly lightly, looking down with a purposefully mad smile, the moonlight glinting off of her emerald eyes.

The man nodded eagerly in agreement, breasts hanging back against his altered body. She leaned in and cupped them in her leathery palms, pressing her muzzle against his own. Their tongues lashed together, black moist nostrils huffing as they embraced, tails wriggling and coiling against one another as she ground herself over his turgid animal spire.

"Nights like these should always end with something more grandiose: something a little bit more involved hmm?" Her sleek soft mossy fur slid against his own as she pushed herself up, turning around and looking back over her shoulder as her tail batted teasingly against the side of his muzzle, making his whiskers flicker.

He didn't even have to speak anymore as he reached up to rest his paws on her folded legs, body wriggling under her, the delicious blend of their spicy civitone scents rushing in through his huffing nose. His breath caught in his throat as she reached forwards and cradled his cock in her hand, pulling a finger roughly up from the base so that a heavy dribble of thick clear pre welled forth from the tip. She rose up to her knees gracefully, positioning herself over his throbbing maleness, fingers clenching around the length. Slowly, she lowered herself down, grinding the side of his cock along the front of her slick warm tensed slit.

He gasped, claws tightening against her skin, feeling her muscles clench beneath her fur. Her fingers rubbed and squeezed, pulling his wriggling cock tightly against herself, grinding the tip against her clit, as it jerked and oozed, coated in both of their mingled slickness. His foot-claws splayed out, clenching at nothing as she raised herself a little higher, sliding his cock against a brief sleek patch of fur before resting the chiseled tip right against the twitching clenched muscle of her anus, twitching with the switching of her undulating tail. His breaths came out in ragged heaves as she pulled his cock against her ass, tender ring stretching as her tail slid around in eagerness, wiping itself across his muzzle as he moaned and gnawed at the tugging tip needfully.

Her cleft pulsed as her tight ass clenched against the tapered end of his shaft that smeared his clear passion against her in the cool night air. One of her paws reached down to knead and rub in at his testes, forefinger slipping under the loose flesh to tease at the tense button clit crowning his leaking feminine cleft, sending a halting shudder through his body. Groaning, he stretched his head back against the grass, biting his lip, tail thrashing against the hill before she slowly lowered herself, the pressure increasing as his cock strained against her tender stretched ass. The pressure was unbearable, all of his senses focused on the hot slick point of contact before his slender turgid tip slid into her in a slick hot rush of elation.

Immediately, her ass tensed, muscles rippling under the silken fur on her back as she groaned out appreciatively. Her hands reached down and braced against his thighs, fingers kneading at his fur as he bucked up with instinctual need. She wasn't going to make it easy though, and raised her hips up, anus stretching before rocking slowly back down with a slow exhalation, tail curling in under his chin as it thwapped to the other side.

His mind was ablaze with sensation, every fiber of his altered being tensed as he rocked against her. One of her hands slowly pulled up his thighs, mussing the fur as she bobbed down on his cock, slightly lower with each measured rock of her hips. "Let me show you how to _ really _enjoy yourself . . ." She ran a hand down the fur of her belly as she twisted herself, looking back at him as she began to tease at her own snatch. He could feel every twinge of her own pleasure as her asshole contracted around him in fitful tugs. The sensations made his mouth water, almost tasting her heady herbal scent as his own pussy twinged and begged for attention, leaking out his own glistening female ambrosia into the night.

It was delicious torture as her fingers ran up between his thighs, stroking along his engorged labia, padded digits stretching him wide as she mimicked the actions she was taking on herself on her new consort. His mind bubbled and fizzled, new cleft pulsing and straining against her soft pads and smooth claws. Her body continued sinking haltingly down lower and lower over him, ass clenching as he felt himself slide deeper into her straining insides. She stroked their clits as one, working them in near perfect synchronicity, stroking a claw around the edges of the swollen nubs and squishing down at them roughly with her thumbs.

Her work jostled his tightening balls as they pulled taut against him, churning and squeezing with demanding expectation as she slid most of the way down his shaft before grinding back up. His own glossy green tail beat wildly against the lawn as his cock jerked and pulsed inside of her while his pussy throbbed against her calculating fingers as they pressed between his labia and teased roughly at his needy inner orifice. Sliding down her legs, his hands rest on her upturned paw-feet, feeling her digits tense as she rose up and slid down again with a measured lusty twist of her verdant furry body.

Soft halting moans escaped his lips as she exhaled and rocked back, sinking lower and lower, letting her ass rest against him, tail flagging as his cock hilted into her clenched rear. There was a moment of peace, feeling her fully from the inside as the trees rustled around him, wind caressing his sleek fur as it blew through his whiskers. But after that everything was washed away in an emerald wave of pleasure as she began hammering away, barely lifting herself before crashing back down in quick succession. He cried out, the animal shriek resounding and oddly fulfilling as he thrust into her, threading his fingers through her wide toes and clenching tight against them. She rode him harder and harder, making the wild frothing waves of passion rise within his twisting stomach as his breasts jostled loosely against his chest.

His long pink tongue lapped up over his dark nose as he groaned, paws squeezing at her padded feet as she slammed against him with bouncing enthusiasm. Her outer fingers stretched the outsides of his slick labia, doing the same to her own as she prodded in with solid claws at his vaginal entrance. The stimulation was almost too much, sending lances of pleasure through him, making his cock jerk in sympathy and his ears fold back. Her pleased humming deepened into a low growl as she ground a sopping finger forwards, circling at the quivering female entrance before sliding into him and herself at the same time.

Dealing with the electric pleasure was impossible, the man's foot-paws reeling in the air as his claws clenched with a vice-like grip against her own. Her ceaseless rocking against him continued as he butted against her with ravenous desire while her ass wrenched against him, the air clouded with their pungent alcoholic lust. Her finger twisted, tugging against his insides, making him pant out and beg for more, just something to push him over that impossible precipice. She turned her padded digit coyly inside of him, enjoying making him writhe before slamming her hips down with finality and slipping another slick finger into his needy snatch.

Like a bolt of green lightning, a full shock of pleasure resounded inside of him as she pulled with her fingers against his wildly contracting insides. His back arched, mouth opened wide while his tail rolled out against the grass. His green eyes flew wide open as his paw squeezed around her animal feet. His breathing stopped for a moment while the world stopped spinning for a single skipped heartbeat, drawing out the impossible moment before he crashed into the wild throes of dual-natured feral climax.

The hypersensitive flesh of his straining pussy felt like it was fluttering, clenching hard and fast in wild waves against her two writhing fingers, leaking out seething hot dribbles of feminine bliss. Her own pussy clenched as well, muscular contractions carrying on to her ass, which clamped down in straining tight tugs all around his embedded member. His testes pulled up and his body shook as his maleness joined in the cacophony of release, halting surges of thick white seed rushing out to fill her torrid insides, forcing their way past that impossibly tight ring of musky muscle that drew his orgasm on longer and harder.

His loose breasts rocked and his tail thrashed about wildly as she rode him. Every inch of his body was prickling with pleasure, his release drawn on to new heights as her fingers swabbed around in his pussy and her ass squeezed fitfully around his cock: each jolt reverberating to the other and coaxing absolutely everything out of him as his back arched and he gritted his teeth, groaning in the wordless ether of pure creative bliss.

They surged and strained together, her slick pumping manual expertise keeping them on a cascading high of pleasure. In a slow smoldering spiral of rapture, his tired furry balls clenched and his shaft jerked out every last dribble of his male essence as even his seemingly unflappable new feminine orifice was coaxed to the brink of exhaustion.

With a satisfied sigh, she pulled herself off of him, well-used ass squeezing shut behind his abused tapering member. She fell back, flopping onto the grass next to him, pulling her muzzle next to his and snuggling so that their breasts nestled against each other.

"There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Her luminous sparkling eyes stared into his own.

"No . . . It really wasn't." He reached up and stroked the side of her cheek, breaths slowing as his world became soft and warm. "But . . ."

"But?" She raised a spotted brow.

"What would anyone else say?" His sleepy mind was trying to keep up with his line of thought. "How could I explain this to them?"

"Did you do it all for _ them _?" Her whiskers twitched as she turned her head to the side, one ear flicking.

"No, but . . ."

"Then you don't need to explain anything." She pulled her body in closer, warm breaths huffing slowly against his neck.

He opened his mouth as if to respond, and then closed it silently, staring up at the moon. She certainly had a point . . .

Slowly, the tingling warmth seeped fully through him, and he drifted off into hazy viridescent dreams.

* * *

The morning sun trickled down, sifting through the leaves.

It was the warmth that the man felt first, followed by a sharp pain as he opened his eyes and drew in a hissing breath. His wincing confusion was almost immediately replaced by shame, and then desperation as he snatched up his clothes, wriggling into his underwear and pants, both damp with morning dew. The remnants of his picnic were strewn over the hill, and although there were still a few pieces of toasts and cheeses uneaten, the bottle of absinthe was completely and remarkably dry. By the smell of it, a good deal of the potent liqueur had soaked into his shirt. Sighing, he hung it up on a nearby bush to dry for a bit.

The equally absinthe soaked memories of the previous night were coming flooding back as well. He looked around the hill for any signs of his mysterious companion, rustling through his used supplies before he found her, staring up from the crinkled pages of his notebook, his handwriting growing more and more illegible as he flipped through the pages.

With a melancholic exhalation, he gathered the other remnants of his attempt at a wild evening with a defeated smirk, shielding his eyes from the rising sun with a pained groan. Of course it couldn't be real . . . Why would it?

Oddly though, it did feel very worthwhile, and he wore the knives and daggers wriggling around inside his skull as badges of honor as he cleaned up the hillside and returned everything to his satchel.

With a bittersweet sigh, he picked up his shirt, feeling the fabric slide over his plain brown fur, the blue cloth tight against his breasts as he cinched up the buttons. His padded feet sank into the dewy grass, feeling the blades slip between his toes as he stretched his head from side to side, tongue curling up in a long yawn as his tail stretched out behind him.

Walking back through the more civilized side of the garden, he pulled out his notebook and began to read, corner of his thin-lipped mouth pulling up in a wry smile.

This was definitely going to need some heavy revision . . .