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The following story contains F/F sex stuff and butt stuff. Reader discretion is advised.

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Shahara watched the brown rabbit nap on the bed beside her. The naked tigress smiled to hear him snore lightly. He was such a cute young thing. Her hunter's instincts wanted to rouse and ravish him, but her body that she'd been running ragged with sex for the past few weeks cried "no more." Still, she had to rouse him anyway as it was nearing the end of the hour. She certainly could afford another hour of the room rental, but she didn't really feel like paying to sit and watch someone sleep, regardless of how adorable they may be.

She woke the bunny as gently as possible. The tigress made certain to give him a few last glimpses of her naughty bits as they dressed. And she took in the sight of his semi-stiff cock before his boxers covered it again. Gods she wanted that thing stuffing her once more. But her poor pussy pleaded no.

She paid him for his services with a bit extra as was polite and paid the clerk at the desk on the way out. She stood on the edge of the road taking in the late afternoon sun on her fur. Her rabbit friend stood nearby checking his phone. He was probably looking for his next potential client. Or maybe just checking his social media pages. It's not as if she was rude enough to snoop. He noticed her looking and offered, "I think I'm going to go grab some supper. Would you like to come with me?" Her imagination jumped at the idea. It felt like the old tale of the courtesan taking a special interest in their client. They'd offer to continue the festivities at no extra cost. Once again her body cried foul, but her libido was winning this fight.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"I was just going to grab a sandwich at the corner shop over there." He nodded up the road.

"That sounds good."

At the deli he got a turkey club while she decided a simple bowl of the tomato soup sounded perfect. They ate in peaceful silence not having anything about which to chat. Shahara just thought more about sex in general. The rabbit was young and without much experience. But that was what Shahara had been in the mood for today. There was just something about being roughly fucked by a young and enthusiastic guy. Plus she felt it important to support the up-and coming generation of professional sex-havers. And not to mention a young inexperienced guy was just plain cheaper.

Supper was finished in short order and they headed out.

"Well, take care," the rabbit said as he walked off.

"You too," she told him as he turned to head toward the subway station. Damn, no offers for free sex. He was just being polite with the dinner invitation. Her muscles felt relief at that. Her mind and libido, though, decided they weren't going to let her sense of well being win. "Hey, wait!" she shouted after him. He stopped and turned. She ran up to him. "How much to have you stuff my ass?" He grinned.

**

Shahara lay across her desk in her office, sore, tired, and broken. Why had she insisted on getting fucked so much the day before? Well, she knew why. She was going through a mid-life crisis of wanting to explore the sexual world that twenty years of monogamy had prohibited her. At least her position in the company meant no one was actually going to interact with her in a way that would reveal her disheveled state. She really needed to take it easy for the next few days. She should stick to pawing herself off. Just gentle rubbing. Even no touching the collection of toys she'd built up in the past months.

After an hour and a half of getting paid to sit sore at her desk she decided she would get paid flip through various sex chat forums. Her paw slipped down to unbutton her slacks as she read through the pages of sexy goodness. She had become a frequent poster to some of the role playing boards. There were info boards discussing various things to do and often more importantly not do during sex. There were discussion boards of many of the various sexual entertainment and activities one could purchase throughout the great city of Lyra. She had a list on her work hard drive of places that were of particular interest. And then there were boards where people shared pictures of their sexy activities. All sorts of species touching, groping, fucking. Shahara's paw rubbed her cunny as she scrolled through the pages of photos and video.

Lots of people would kill to have a job where they could get paid to masturbate. But it was her annoyance with this job that had started Shahara's crisis of self. She had ended up stuck in a twisted version of Peter's Principle. She worked hard in various roles with the company, and kept getting promoted. But instead of ultimately getting promoted into a position she couldn't handle she got promoted into a position for which the company seemed to have no actual use. Her title was just Analyst. But what they wanted analyzed she'd never been told. Any time she attempted to make something of her title or do something described in the job description she found there were already three people who already took care of those things. And they didn't like the idea of someone new trying to offer their opinions. All in all it meant she did nothing useful with her job whether she wanted to or not.

She sighed. She zipped her trousers back up and walked to the window. Shahara opened the blinds that she normally kept closed for privacy. The tigress looked down at the furs walking along the street in their own day-to-day. A sausage cart sold to a pair of suit and tie clad otters. That cart always smelt good when she came in in the morning. She should try one for lunch instead of her usual tray of mystery meat and noodles from the cafeteria. To those below this building was just part of the backdrop of the city. The building's name was its address, 423 Oxen Street. That certainly wasn't uncommon for buildings by and large. But one would think a three hundred meter high building would have a more memorable moniker. But in Afonton, the downtown borough of Lyra, a three hundred meter tall building could be described as short.

She closed the blinds once again and returned to her desk. Her desktop pleasantly displaying a lioness with two fingers up her ass. Shahara clicked through a few various other boards seeking something new. She strolled to the 'meet up' section of the board. This was a place for people to post all sorts of personal ads for sexytime hook ups. Shahara would eventually be brave enough to get involved with one. It was highly unlikely that she would find the nerve today.

She spotted one post titled, "Tiger woman and skunk woman wanted for sex show." Her interest was piqued into clicking the entry. "Wanted: Tiger and skunk women to put on a sex show for me, a bobcat lady, and my margay boyfriend." Huh. Shahara didn't know any skunk women on an intimate level. But maybe they would find one separately? She wasn't certain what the standard procedure was for this sort of thing. The post was a week old, though, so it probably had already been answered. But there weren't any replies. People probably replied via private message rather than the post directly. Still, it couldn't hurt to inquire further. She replied privately to the poster. "I am a tiger lady, age 39, and am interested in this. I don't know any skunk women to perform with, however. Let me know if the offer is still available. Thank you."

She returned to getting lost in the message boards. She forgot that she had sent the message until she received a notification of a reply. Shahara suffered a brief attack of nerves as she wasn't certain what to expect. The bobcat lady had responded. "Sure, I still have the spot available. I'm still looking for the skunk as well, but I'm sure I'll find someone!" Shahara thought for a moment if she actually wanted to go through with this. She figured there was likely no harm in at least trying to find out more. She sent a reply thanking the cat for her reply and asked what she should do next. The bobcat offered to meet Shahara somewhere to get to know her.

"Okay, when and where?" Shahara asked.

"I can do any day in the afternoon, two to three-ish. I know a good cafe for discussing this sort of thing. Cafe Lenoir in Roughcobble."

That was quite early in the afternoon for Shahara. Searching the exact location told her it was on the very north side of the city. It would take the better part of an hour to get up there. She shouldn't take all that time off work just to satisfy a sexual interest. But she remembered she didn't actually do anything at her job other than satisfy her sexual interests.

"Are you free for today?" she replied.

"Yes! I'd be happy to meet up with you!!"

"Okay, I'll see you at around two, then."

"Awesome!! I'm looking forward to it!!!"

Shahara leaned back in her chair. She glanced through the post on the website. Ugh, she really should have read the post more carefully. There were some things the bobcat was asking for that Shahara really wasn't keen on yet. Still, maybe there would be room to negotiate. After all the woman was asking for a free show. She'd continue with the meeting plan. It would be interesting, if nothing else.

**

Shahara told somebody's secretary that she would be taking the afternoon off. The poor otter jotted it down on a sticky note if anyone cared. No one would, of course.

The tigress took some time to go back to her apartment and change into something sexier than a business suit. A low cut top, short skirt. Now she really was acting like a teenager. She kept her undergarments more conservative, though. No one outside the bobcat and her guy were getting a free show.

The journey on the subway to the cafe was quite peaceful. Shahara wasn't use to traveling at off-peak times. It had left her a fair bit of time to peruse the locale. She'd never been to any part of the city other than the suburbs or downtown so this was a new experience. It was the sort of area that earned the adjective 'quaint.' There were a fair few privately owned clothing stores, food shops, and restaurants. She might consider moving out here once her life settled down.

A large clock in a small park chimed thrice to tell her it was time to head toward Cafe Lenoir. The place was a black faced restaurant with golden lettering more like a pub than a coffee shop. Inside the decor was dark black walls trimmed with pale wood. A chalkboard behind the counter advertised the brews and frilly coffee drinks on offer. She decided to meet her contact before ordering anything to drink. The seats in the place were large booths with thick backs to them. Stairs led up to additional seating on the floor above. Some patrons chatted in quick whispers, while others giggled at some lewd statement someone had made. This was indeed a place where discussing sexual goings-on was permitted.

Failing to see a bobcat among the few giggling patrons on this floor she headed upward. Shahara spotted the bobcat in a booth against the back wall of the restaurant. She had her nose in a paperback of some kind while she waited for their meeting. "Quinn?" Shahara approached the woman.

The bobcat looked up from her book. "Oh, yes, hi." She stood. "You must be Shahara." She stood and shook the cat's paw vigorously. "Please, join me."

Shahara sat down. Her eyes glanced at the book on the table. It looked like a cheap romance novel that one would typically find at a garage sale. "How is that?"

"Oh, just some pulp pirate romance thing." The bobcat grinned. "Wolf lady pirate kidnaps poor innocent stoat woman. Stoat woman ends up seducing the pirate. They then fight the eviler fox pirate and try to steal the super magic treasure. And of course they have lots of gratuitous sex on the way." Quinn winked. "I wouldn't touch it if they didn't."

Shahara chuckled a bit. "Sounds fun."

"It is!" Quinn pushed the book aside. "But enough about that. So you're interested in putting on a show for me and my margay?" Quinn settled her head down on her steepled fingers.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't," Shahara replied.

"Indeed," Quinn's tongue poked out the side of her muzzle. "Ever do anything like this?"

"Not really. I hope that's not a problem."

"Of course not. Beggars and choosers and all of that. What interests you about the offer, though? The bobcat's eyes took in what bits of the tigress that weren't obscured by the table. "What turns you on to think about it?"

Shahara squirmed in her booth. It started to settle in that this whole thing was actually happening. She took a breath, "Well, I've taken in a few sex shows of late. And I was curious about what it feels like to have sex on stage in front of an audience. I want to know what it feels like for the performers. But I don't want to start with getting onto stage in front of a few dozen people. I'd rather a quaint little gathering."

"Heh, I can understand that," Quinn remarked.

Shahara thought about that. Maybe Quinn had performed in the past. Maybe she still performed. Maybe there was a place where she could go and watch the bobcat lady do some sexy sex things. "Have you ever done any performing like this?" Shahara asked.

"Not on stage professionally. But I have for a few small personal audiences." Quinn winked.

"Well, then, I may have to insist on some quid pro quo," Shahara smirked.

Quinn grinned wide. "Oh, certainly. If you put on a good show, of course."

Shahara squirmed with excitement. One paw slipped under the table to play with the front of her trousers. She went back to a previous line of thought, "But yeah, I was hoping to be able to do something for a small group of observers. Furs who might be more forgiving of me being a bit of an amateur. And who wouldn't have to worry about getting thrown out if they want to get a bit grabby during the show." Her hand rubbed herself harder.

"Or more than grabby?" Quinn offered.

The tigress smiled. Her paw worked its way into her pants now. "Of course. I'd love to fool around with you. Or if you want to watch your margay fuck me that'd be great as well." She realized she was making assumptions about their relationship. "If you two are into that sort of thing, I mean."

"Oh, we are." Quinn assured. She sat back in the booth. "Though as much as I'm liking this line of thought, I can see how much more you're enjoying it." She grinned.

"Huh?"

Quinn nodded toward Shahara's shoulder. The tiger realized her masturbating was not as discrete as she hoped it to be. She pulled her hand free from herself and slunk down embarrassed "Sorry."

Quinn giggled. "I don't mind, of course. But the cafe might. I mean they are tolerant of people having sexy talk and making plans and so forth. But they draw the line at people actually getting busy with themselves or others."

Shahara nodded. She really should have been more cognizant of her surroundings. Quinn just let her take a breather. Shahara glanced at Quinn's coffee cup and realized she hadn't gotten something to drink. "I should go order something, actually." It was bad form to make use of a place and not patronize.

Quinn picked up her cup and wiggled it. "I'll come with, I could do with a refill."

They headed down to the shop counter. Shahara had some difficulty with walking given how hot and bothered she was. She wished the bobcat had just waited in the booth for her. Shahara needed a break from the sexy.

"So, what do you do in real life?" Quinn asked.

Great, a line of questioning more difficult to answer than the sex stuff. "I, uh, work for a firm downtown as an analyst." The bobcat looked puzzled. "Mostly middle management bullshit." That was as much certainty as Shahara herself had in her job.

"Ah, I see." Quinn replied. Shahara was relieved that that line of questioning was over. "I'm an architect."

"Ooh, neat."

"Eh, I'm not to the point of designing the pretty swirly buildings. I just design floor after floor of office space."

"Well, pretty swirly buildings need stuff in them," Shahara granted.

"I suppose," Quinn replied.

They reached the counter and ordered their coffee drinks. A simple dark coffee for Shahara and a caramelly sweet novelty drink for Quinn. "I haven't had coffee in so long," the tigress remarked.

"I live on the stuff."

"That's not surprising."

"What's that suppose to mean?" the bobcat pouted.

"Just you seem to run on a lot of energy."

"Oh, this is nothing." Quinn winked.

"I'm terrified now."

Their beverages were received. Shahara stopped by the condiment cart to add a little cream and sugar to her coffee before they headed back to their roost.

"So," Quinn began after they sat back down, "you seem to be new to more eclectic sexual experiences. What exactly is your story? If you don't mind me asking."

Shahara cringed. She did not like discussing her current situation in life. But it was going to come up sooner or later. "Well, I'm actually going through a rather messy divorce at the moment."

Now Quinn cringed. "Sorry to hear that."

"It's mostly my fault, honestly. I've been with my husband since we were in high school. We have three children, too. Three boys. But I've started having a bit of a mid life crisis. I had been learning more of the various sex stuff people get up to. Prostitution, sex shows, multiple partners. All sorts of things. There were just a bunch of things I wanted to try. And it became more and more clear to me that I was just staying monogamous for the sake of having stayed in the same relationship all of my life." Shahara sipped her coffee. Caffeine was likely the thing she needed least at this time, but she was going to drink it anyway. Quinn just sat silent and waited for Shahara to continue.

"I didn't cheat on him or anything. I owed him that much. I gathered up what information I could on couples beginning open relationships and told him what I wanted." She sighed. "And it went over as well as I expected it to. He yelled at me and accused me of cheating. I don't blame him. I did just spring this on him with no warning. But if there's a way I could have broken such a thing gently I haven't thought of it." She went quiet and got lost in her own thoughts for a while.

Eventually Quinn spoke up. "It must be rough." Shahara nodded softly. "How do your kids feel?"

"They are pretty mixed about it. None of them are happy with me, obviously. But the oldest, Jonah, is eighteen and has moved on to college. And the other two are twins, sixteen, so they're old enough to understand." Again Shahara went silent for a while. She was the one to speak up again. "Really, in the end I had to do what was right for me. I had to explore my sexuality more. I gave Dave the option of joining me or not. I didn't intend for it to be an ultimatum but it still came across that way." She sighed. "But yeah, I moved out that day and in with a pair of friends who were understanding. I soon found a small apartment in need of a roomie downtown and that's where I'm at now."

Quinn nodded. "I'm sorry for bringing all of this up."

"No, it's okay. You should know what you're getting into." Shahara looked up at the bobcat. The woman was putting on her best comforting face but there was still a hint of worry. "Don't worry," Shahara spoke up, "I have not been secretive about my sexual activities outside of the marriage. You're not going to get called to court or anything."

Quinn nodded. "That's nice." They sat for a bit in silence. Quinn stood up, "I'm going to go grab a muffin. Would you like anything? My treat."

"They had those big pudding cup things, right?"

"Yeah. What kind?"

"Vanilla."

"Okay."

Quinn left to go down to the counter. Shahara sat alone for a few moments collecting her thoughts. She took a quick restroom break just to further collect herself. She still returned before Quinn did.

The bobcat wasn't much longer, though. "Gah," she said putting down the goodies. "I thought the whole person ordering a super special drink and asking about the origin of everything on the menu was just an exaggerated stereotype." The tigress giggled at the thought. "Seriously, I thought I was on a hidden camera show for a while. They have to tell you if you're on those things, right?"

"I think so."

"Anyway, pudding."

Shahara poked the plastic cup. "Thanks. I don't think I'll eat all of it, though."

"Yeah, that is a lot of pudding."

"Much pudding." Shahara started by plucking the cherry from the top though.

"Let's see if you can tie that stem into a knot."

Shahara chuckled a little. "As I said, I'm still quite the novice at things."

Quinn giggled. "I'm just teasing you. But if you feel rested I'd like to get back to the business at hand."

"I'd quite like that, actually."

"I figured you would. So, how about you tell me what you'd like to do for this show. By which I mean, what would you like to do to this skunk lady?"

Shahara had a fair few ideas. She started with the simple ones, "Well, I'd love to grope her. I want to squeeze her breasts and finger her pussy."

"Very nice." Quinn approved.

Shahara's imagination was quite happy with this. She just had to remember to keep her paws on the table. She occupied them munching the pudding. "I'd be happy to make a show of smooching her, too, if you're interested in that sort of thing." Quinn nodded that she was. If Shahara kept this up it might be Quinn's paws that slip beneath the table next.

"And what would you like to have her do to you?" Quinn took back control.

Shahara shivered. "I'm happy to let her grope me as well." Shahara thought for other possibilities. "Oh, and toys. If you want to see her take me with a strap on or something, I'd be down. I take it up the ass to if you want to see her peg me."

The grey cat's paws vanished for a moment before she caught herself. Quinn took a bite of her muffin and choked it down. "Oh, you are too much. How about licking."

"Oh, she can lick me anywhere she wants."

"Ooooh, yes. How are you with licking."

"Well, that's something I'm still a bit unpracticed at but I'd happily eat her out as best I can."

Quinn nodded. "And how are you at eating ass?"

Well, there's the bit Shahara was afraid would come up. "Honestly it's not something I'd like to do."

Quinn's expression shifted like she'd had a pool of ice water dumped on her. "What?"

"Well, I don't have anything against it. It's just not something I'd like to do." Shahara said with care.

Quinn picked up her phone. "I thought I put in that that was the one thing I really wanted to see."

"Well, yeah, I saw that." Shahara spoke as Quinn's head turned to glare at her. "I just thought you might be willing to negotiate." Shahara may have been a tiger but she felt a mouse beneath the bobcat's measuring gaze.

Quinn softened herself and adjusted in her seat. "I'm sorry if I was being a bit harsh there. I forgot for a moment that you're new to this sort of thing. But let me explain if I can. See, I know I'm asking for a free steak dinner. And you're here saying you'll happily make me a steak dinner, provided I don't mind not having any steak with it. It sort of defeats the whole point in the first place."

Shahara's mind tried to wrap around what was being told her.

Quinn continued, though. "Now, you are a very, nice, sexy woman that hits most of the marks. But for me, for this thing I want, I'm looking for all of the pieces. The whole steak dinner. So I'll keep you in mind for other things but for this I don't think you are right."

Shahara watched all the fun things she'd imagined over the past half hour fly out the window. All the time taken off work. The getting to know Quinn. All just over this one thing. "You're going to toss all of this away over this one thing?"

"Short answer, yes. I really want that one thing."

"But you're still going to have to keep looking for a tiger who will do that."

"I'm not in that great a hurry," Quinn waved dismissively. "There are plenty of horny tiger women in this city. I'll find one who's into rimming eventually."

"Well, if you're going to wait around for it you may as well wait for me."

Quinn spontaneously went back to interested. "Oh?"

Damn, wrong choice of words. Shahara should have said the bobcat could enjoy the sans rimming show while waiting for the other. "Well, I mean," damn, she was doing this, "I've seen it before. In porn. At the Country Matters sex shows they do it a lot."

"Ooh, good place," Quinn interjected.

"Yeah. I mean, it's not complete squick to me. Just not something I've really wanted to try yet."

Quinn sat back against the booth. "Sorry for a moment ago. I was being a jerk."

"It's okay." Shahara poked at her half-finished pudding cup.

"Have you ever been rimmed?" Quinn asked.

"No."

"Would you like to be?"

"Sure. If the skunk wants to do that she's welcome to." Shahara didn't know what to expect of that, but she was in for the long haul now.

"Oh, I was thinking something much more immediate than that."

**

Shahara squealed. Quinn's tongue up her ass tickled as much as anything. Her claws dug into the bedspread. Her tail flicked about above her arse. "Gah, stop, stop!" she couldn't take any more.

Quinn withdrew from the tiger's backside. "Heh, not a fan?"

"It's different." The feeling being new and strange didn't keep Shahara's paw from being between her legs. "It'll take some getting used to."

Quinn chuckled. "I'll leave it be for now. Let's see what other fun can be had while I'm back

here."

Shahara eeped again as Quinn pushed her fingers into her wet arse. Shahara giggled and buried her face in the bedspread. One hand again clenched at the fabric while the other continued to rub at her clit. "Oh, gods, don't stop." This was the kind of anal play Shahara enjoyed. "I'm so fingering your ass when you're done."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it."

Quinn played with that arse until Shahara's fingers drove herself to cum across the bobcat's chest. They switched positions and Shahara got to enjoy shoving her digits into that cute grey rear. The bobcat repeated Shahara's act of jilling through the anal attention until the tigress's torso was soaked with Quinn's juices.

The two snuggled up in the hotel bed. Shahara wrapped her arms about Quinn to play with her squishy tits. Quinn flipped the television to some delightful woman on woman yiff. She dropped the remote and her hand headed south to rub at Shahara's crotch. "Come on, butt stuff." Quinn was out of luck at least for now. A jackal woman sat on the face of a cheetah who was quite eagerly eating her out. "I suppose this will do." Shahara licked Quinn's neck. "So, how are you feeling on the butt munching now?"

"Still not thrilled at the idea."

"Maybe if I incentivize it for you? Eat the skunk's arse and you can have your way with me for a day."

"Hah! Just a day? You'd better give up a week!"

"Fine, two days," Quinn countered.

"Six," Shahara haggled.

"Two days and, like, half an hour."

"Back to seven."

"Alright," Quinn replied, "Two days with me, and two days with my margay."

"If he's down for that."

"There's something wrong with him if he's not."

"Two with you, two with him, and one with the two of you together."

"Deal," Quinn said.

"Deal."