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Mira 2

By Strega

Mira was eating at a sidewalk cafe, tail curled around her feet lest a careless passerby trip over it, when the green-furred falan came padding down the sidewalk.

Falan are one of the minor races. They simply don't have enough population to be anything but. A hundred and fifty years ago they were confined to one planet, and more than that, only a few of their tribes had even worked metal. They were largely a stone age culture on an unimportant planet. But they weren't stupid, and their unusual brain structure made them a vital asset in the war against the Enemy.

The Commonwealth did many bad things to win the Great War. Some couldn't be apologized for. You can't make amends to a species when it's been wiped out and many had, both by the Enemy and the Commonwealth. The sin committed against the falan wasn't as dire. They were simply Uplifted. Forcibly.

That term usually meant an animal raised to sapience but the falan already had that. What they didn't have was a body built to use technology well and they still didn't. The thing that walked up and lay down next to Mira's table resembled an enormous six-legged weasel. Each paw had two mutually opposable thumbs and four clawed 'fingers' between them but a falan isn't built for delicate work. Sleek and powerful and dangerous and even clever, but not, barring the use of waldoes or other add-ons, good with tools. Three million of them, virtually their entire population was forcibly kidnapped from Falva and now, a hundred and fifty years later and thanks partially to wartime cloning programs, there were a thousand times as many spread across a million worlds, free to do what they liked. The Commonwealth had apologized for the Uplift, giving them worlds and status by way of payment, and the falan, few of whom remembered the event by then, graciously accepted.

Though they were aboriginal in build and a very young race they made a name for themselves and some rose to high positions indeed. The seven-hundred-and-fifty-pound space weasel lifted its head to look at her and Mira greeted him politely.

"Coordinator," she purred, for this was Venya, called Bluefur thanks to the electric-blue stripe down his flanks, defense coordinator for the Sol system and the third most powerful being on between here and the Oort cloud. Only the Observer Prime, effectively he system governor, and Sentinel, the world overseer AI, outranked him and in certain situations even that wasn't true. The least of three wielded far more potential power than any human government and so it would remain until the Earth Union was finalized and a planetary council formed. "To what do I owe the honor?"

"Mira," said Venya, for naturally he hadn't randomly wandered by. He most certainly came here to talk to her and Mira had no idea why. She was about to find out. "I have a favor to ask."

"A favor?" She put down her hot chocolate - more properly ciocolatto caldo here in Italia. "You must know I'm just a junior member of the embassy. I don't have the authority to make deals for the mwee."

He was handsome, she thought as she looked him over. Big, powerful, sleek. She even knew how falan are hung and it was excitingly different than the endowment of most species. Sadly she only knew this from reading and a few recordings of falan mating, as they rarely strayed outside their own species for lovers and then only during a brief mating season. It was a shame. She'd have invited him to her bed in a second otherwise.

But then Mira was a mrish, and mrish take to new lovers are readily as they do new foods, which is to say very readily. At her last count she'd had sex with twenty-seven species of creature, twenty-two of them sapient. Naturally that included humans and the only reason the number was so low was that despite the thousands of species in the Commonwealth only a few were physically and chemically compatible. Falan were and she would very much like to experience their hemipenes for herself but she'd only met a few and their feelings were clear on the issue. Maybe she'd get lucky and meet an open-minded one sometime. There were rumors.

For his part Coordinator Venya looked her over from her digitigrade clawed feet to her tail to a face that might be a falan's, albeit much smaller. Unlike most mrish her subspecies walked upright and she might be a trim athletic human woman in an elaborate fursuit, but of course wasn't. She might also resemble a hundred-and-sixty-pound upright pine marten if you ignored the long prehensile tail and squinted.

Venya was a falan of long experiences and was one of only twenty or so who still remembered his homeworld before the Uplift. Unbeknownst to Mira he was one of the "open minded" ones and had dallied outside his species but that was not why he was here.

"Kailis," his hissed, for a falan's mouthful of knife-sharp serrated teeth lends them a lisp, "Was a friend of mine years ago and still is. I know where he is now, and what he is doing."

"I see," Mira stirred her chocolate and took a sip. Worry gnawed at her and she forced herself to relax. Kailis the hestan, who was her occasional lover. Kailis, who she had swallowed whole three times now, and who liked it so much he now served as a crewman, lover, meal, and occasional predator on a mwee trade ship. "I like him. The Opportunity will be back in orbit in two weeks and I expect he'll come visit me again."

"And you will eat him again," Venya said, and Mira's ear flicked as she heard the hum of sound dampers come on. The coordinator was accompanied by active-camouflaged drones and the conversation proceeded to a point where he wanted privacy. Humans and the occasional alien passed by but they heard only indistinct murmuring from the table now.

"Or he will eat me," Mira said calmly. "He is capable of it now. I would be fine with either. Perhaps we will wrestle to see who gets a meal, or one of us will be more tired after sex and decide to be the prey. Maybe neither of us will be hungry, but it's probably just a question of who gets digested. You know the deal, Coordinator."

The 'deal' was that the Commonwealth ignored certain actions of the mwee and their hangers-on as long as they were discreet and reformed their meals, which they almost invariably did. Of all the mwee and their followers on Earth only she herself had ever killed someone there by eating. Every single person all those predators ate was reformed except the one human who existed now only as a bad memory and a bit of residual fat on her sleekly athletic body. She had eaten, digested and shat out over fifty people of various species but he was her lone kill. With any luck it would stay that way.

"I am not here to accuse you," Venya hissed. Mira, an experienced diplomatic aide, read a trace of embarrassment to the way he held his ears and whiskers. "My mate is as modified as you. She has eaten many. Most of them did not reform. It was in war. Now she can reform them, and..." He paused.

"Go on, Coordinator." Mira was genuinely curious now.

"There is a hestan under my command. He very much likes being eaten. My mate has swallowed him several times and he says she is a very good predator." He shrugged, a sinuously inhuman motion. "Fetishes. You cannot explain them. But my mate tells me this hestan longs for a predator his own size to eat him."

"Ah." Now they got to the crux of it. "And there are only two such on Earth." Two with ready access to reforming tech, anyway. There'd been the occasional incident involving various aliens and humans. Disappearances.

"Yourself and the silkie in California, yes. Jadia. I can ask her if you are not interested."

"Hm." Mira sat back in her chair. She did like hestans. They were strong and quick, good lovers and good fighters, and the males possessed an entertainingly spiny barbed cock. She'd fucked a dozen and swallowed three, and this despite their almost falan-like reluctance to bed other species. It helped that mrish are notoriously ready to jump in bed with anyone who interests them. Encounter enough hestans as a mrish and eventually you'll get a cat cock where it counts. She'd gotten her share.

"All right," she purred. "I'm certainly not reluctant. Does he know you're setting him up for a trip through my digestive tract?"

He -was- embarrassed! It was charming. "I will find an excuse to send him to you. He's been a good subordinate and this...thing is how I reward him. Play your cards right and I've no doubt that when his head is in your mouth he will be be happy to go deeper. He is of sufficient clearance to know that mwee and their followers eat people and reform their prey, but doesn't know that you or the silkie could swallow him whole."

"He'll find out," Mira purred, and licked her chops theatrically. She took a certain pleasure at how uncomfortable it made Venya to set his friend up to be eaten. Falan, she remembered, had as one of their highest rules not to hunt sapients for food. It was how they'd avoided cannibalism on their homeworld in the lean times, back before the Uplift. They'd eat a dead body, even their own species, if it were dead, but they won't hunt you specifically to make a meal of you. Except Venya's mate, evidently. She sobered up. There was no need to rub his nose in it.

"All right, Coordinator. Give me a day's warning and I'll accommodate your friend's fetish. But you owe me a favor."

"You know how it works," he growled. This was a minor favor considering she also got a meal out of the deal. She'd get one in return but she mustn't ask too much.

"Of course, sir." Their business concluded, Venya deactivated the sound jammers, rested a forepaw on a chair so he was able to lift his muzzle above the table and flagged down a waiter with his other forepaw. He liked hot chocolate too, it turned out.

*****

That was why, a week later, Mira found herself an bed with a hestan in top of her, his cock inside her and his head locked in her jaws. She held off wrapping him up in her tail, knowing this was a good way to get clawed if he panicked, and ever so slowly ratcheted her maw further over his skull until her throat muscles got a good enough grip for the first swallow. It was all consensual. It had been from the moment they met.

"I'm Mira," she'd said, and smiled with a raised glass as the handsome young hestan joined her at the sidewalk cafe. It was the same cafe she'd met Venya at not so long ago, right down the street from Arturo's ice cream stand. She and Arturo had an open relationship and the bouts of jealously her hot-blooded Italian lover sometimes suffered made the makeup sex all the sweeter. Mrish are very good at enjoying sex, all sorts of sex. Angry sex, makeup sex, post-workout sex, slow loving sex, bath time sex, "We just had sex but we're still horny" sex...

She looked him over as he pulled out a chair and sat. He was alien to Earth as she was but a human would say with certainty that this was a catman. Considering hestans, like mrish, are from an entirely different galaxy than humans this is quite a coincidence that that is partly explained by the Commonwealth sending people to Earth who humans would find handsome. She certainly found him so. "I'm Qin. Coordinator Venya sent me to exchange some documents. I'm sure you were informed?"

"Oh yes," Mira purred as she admired his blue-black fur and white tailtip. His uniform amounted to a pair of shorts (out of consideration for their human hosts, just as Mira wore a yellow skirt and top) and a harness with assorted badges. One showed his rank as lieutenant-equivalent, coincidentally the same rank as the last hestan she digested. "I'm definitely up for exchanging something."

He blinked as he reached for the water glass on the table. His other hand was on the table with a document chit between his fingers. She doubled down on the flirting by reaching over to put her warm, padded hand on his equally furry one. "But sadly, I forgot my document chit back in the embassy. Perhaps you could accompany me there...?"

His tail twitched and his amber eyes widened as under the table and beneath the all-concealing tablecloth her tail slid up his thigh and rubbed him. He had on a loose pair of shorts and her tail slipped neatly up one leg and found what hid there. She could almost hear the thought running through his mind as the expression froze on his face: "Mrish, go figure...."

Commonwealth or not he was young and healthy and she felt his sheath go tight as her tailtip rubbed it. Maybe he'd prove as standoffish as many hestans, but Mira doubted it and and she was right. "I'd be happy to tour your embassy," he purred, tugging at his shorts as he rose. He almost managed to conceal the bulge.

Unaware of her plan to also give him a tour of her guts he followed her to the embassy, a mere block from the cafe. The mwee security guard nodded, expression carefully neutral. Qin wasn't the first she'd brought in and the joke was they entered through the door and exited via the waste recycling system. And through the door too, since naturally all the people she ate here were reformed good as new, in some cases with a few inconvenient memories pruned Arturo, for example, had no idea that the one time he came here he left as a new iteration of a previous self who was "born" as the original one was gradually making his way through Mira's innards. That had all been for a good cause. That Mira got a meal out of it was merely a bonus.

"Below this floor is the power plant," Mira purred, "And the recyclers. Pretty much everything is recycled here via molecular filters and teleport grids, just as on a starship. A reserve of base matter is kept in case something needs to be beamed into existence like food, clothes..."

"...Bodies..." Qin said with a whisker-flick smile.

"Why, lieutenant, I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," she purred with an equally sly smile. "Here's the reception desk where I often work, good afternoon Kara," she nodded to the mwee-femme currently manning the station.

"Enjoy your tour, Lieutenant," Kara growled, perfectly aware that Mira's habit of eating her guests and lovers wouldn't be neglected today. Naturally Mira discussed the situation with the ambassador and staff before deciding her meeting with Qin would end with a burp.

"Stasis boxes here in case we have hot food from a diner or something else we need to store. The ambassador's offices are upstairs. Here we have our three waiting rooms we sometimes use for small meetings."

As the door to the middle room whooshed shut behind them her tail went back up his pants leg, hooked itself over the hem and pulled his shorts down and in an absence of shyness she found quite admirable his padded fingers went under the her yellow skirt top and peeled it off over her head. By the time she had the bottom off as well he'd stripped off his harness and they fell together onto a round divan big enough for a single mwee or a crowd of smaller creatures. Her long tail wound around his shorter non-prehensile one and almost before they came to rest she felt the pressure of his unsheathed penis against her thigh.

"Ready to exchange documents?" Mira purred, and Qin grinned as he rolled atop her.

"Ready to exchange something all right," he growled back, and her legs went around his waist as he entered her. Sharp, but flexible barbs on his cocktip dragged along her vulva as he thrust and withdrew and Mira let out a yowl of pleasure, nibbling on his neck as he did the same to her.

Mrish have sharp retractile claws as do hestans and they raked each other with their hand claws not quite hard enough for real pain. Each possessed larger foot claws which they left in the sheaths lest they do real damage. When her tail released his and curled up against his back to push him against her Qin took this as a signal to really go to work, driving her into the cushioned divan with each powerful thrust.

"The surface is impermeable," she purred as she nibbled. "Don't worry about making a mess."

"I wasn't," he growled back as he humped. He had perhaps ten pounds on her and like the mrish the hestan was all wiry muscle, strong and virile. Recreational martial arts have a way of keeping one in shape, as does vigorous fucking.

"You know the best thing about working for the mwee," she breathed into his ear.

"The best medical technology in the galaxy," he growled. "Even death is instantly remedied by just beaming a new body into existence."

"Within limits," she replied. "You have to be in a teleport grid and within reach of the scanners. Which we are, dear." She gave his ear a lick and her jaws kept right on opening until her long muzzle slipped over the cat-man's entire head.

Qin went rigid with surprise for a moment, but only for a moment. Her tail pressed against the back of his neck but didn't constrict his arms to his sides as it usually did when she was about to feed, nor did she snap out her hands to try to restrain his own. She gave him every opportunity to pull back or protest as she slowly worked her jaws over his head. As his nose slipped into her gullet Qin responded...by pushing his muzzle down her throat and resuming his thrusting with redoubled force.

Mira hugged Qin tight, pushing her nose down between his shoulder blades as his rounded head and short muzzle slipped deeper. For the first time she swallowed, her powerful and well practiced throat muscles squeezing around him and sucking him in. Her unhinged jaws slipped over his shoulders and Qin, who knew exactly what was happening, shuddered and came. His barbed cock dragged through her sex as he pulled out and his tail lashed, twitching as the last semen spurted out of him and onto her russet fur. But he wasn't done. Even as his shoulders disappeared and his nose squeezed through a muscular valve into her stomach he grabbed her rump with both hands and entered her again.

"Goodness," Mira thought as she worked her muzzle over his sleek furry torso, "He really does like to be eaten." That was fine. She liked eating, and she liked fucking, and she had an eager hestan slamming his cock into her and practically crawling down her throat.

She was doing the coordinator a favor, but a little one. If anything, she owed him one! He sent her a meal enthusiastic even by her standards, and most of her prey knew exactly what was going to happen when they came to her bed. She had the unusual distinction among mwee followers of eating people rather more often than she was eaten, not that she objected to the latter one bit.

When her nose reached the root of Qin's tail she could progress no farther. As flexible was she was he'd have to pull out before she could swallow the rest. It was her turn to thrust, pinning him under her and bouncing in his lap until the barbed cock sliding through her sex made her shudder and moan. He did not quite follow her into orgasm, but just the same she sidled backward, letting his cock slide out and pushing her jaws over his hips with a series of side to side movements of her muzzle.

Qin tensed as his cock slid free, tail lashing, and for a moment she thought he'd changed his mind and would try to fight free. Not that it would save him now if he did. With his arms pinned and his head fully in her stomach he was at her mercy and as soon as he began to struggle her tail wrapped his legs together out of sheer force of habit. She'd been nice, but now she would have her meal. But she'd misjudged Qin. Instead of trying futilely to wriggle free, he used the grip of her tail to brace himself and thrust his cock into her throat.

"Well then," Mira thought, and with a great contraction of her throat muscles she swallowed his hips. Her long sleek torso creaked and bulged as a catman as large as herself went down her throat, but her body mods were easily up to the task. She'd swallowed larger prey and rose on all fours, Qin into her maw to the knees, and stretched out her neck to take in his ankles. A monstrous bulge already swelled out her belly where he was curled up and finally her muzzle began to close, her fangs scraping Qin's footpads as they slipped in. Half of him was still in her throat and she felt the scrape of barbed penis as he arched, thrust, and shuddered. His semen would be digested inside his balls or out and he'd decided he wanted this load digested outside.

Mira gave him a moment to shiver and cum before lifting her muzzle, clamping her jaws shut around his feet and swallowing. For a moment a white tail tip lingered outside her jaws, but as he slid heavily down her throat it drained into the corner of her mouth and was gone. A last stretch and gulp to get everything settled and Mira rolled onto her side, midsection swollen around a still-living meal as large as herself.

The inward pressure of her stomach squeezed out a big bubble of air and Mira let out a great belch, then immediately swallowed two gulps of air. Her body mods included several tricks for this situation and she used a couple of them now. First, she shut off the flow of acid at least momentarily, and second she accessed the layer built into her stomach wall that served both as speaker and microphone.

"Thank you for not clawing me, honey," she purred. "I didn't want a big fight. Just some love, and dinner, and you gave me both." She burped again, then swallowed air, feeling him shift inside her. Two orgasms back to back and he was still horny, curled in on himself to suck his own cock from the feel of things. Hestans are almost as bendy as mrish.

"I assume you want to remember everything," she said, and felt him nod. "I can hear you if you want to answer. I will reform you as awake as soon as you die, or asleep, so you can wake up from this later or be with me as I digest you. Some like that."

"I want to be with you," he purred from inside her, and Mira waited until his self service produced another growl and twitch of climax in her belly before belching once more. This time she didn't swallow air, and she allowed her acids to flow once more. There was an instinctive shudder as simple self preservation instinct made him want to fight no matter how much he enjoyed this, and with hands and feet and tail she squeezed her belly to keep him still until the pressure forced out the longest burp of all. He went still and silent in the gurgling dark of her gut, and as soon as she was sure he was dead she spoke.

"House," she purred, and the overhead lights flickered almost subliminally in reply as Qin appeared on the bed next to her, as naked as his now deceased previous self but quite alive and awake. He rose to his knees with a start, tail lashing, and like metal filings attracted to a magnet his padded hands were irresistibly drawn to the great bulge in her furry midsection. His previous self was still intact, with that slippery feel under the fur caused by the layer of digestive fluids coating it.

"You were a good meal," Mira purred, and licked her chops. "I do like hestans. Especially the tickle of tail as it goes down."

To her amusement just a few playful words were enough to bring his cock out of its sheath once more and she grabbed his tail and tugged him closer. "You poor dear. You really need to do this more often if it arouses you so fast." Distracted by the feel of his now digesting former body beneath her fur he didn't react until his barbed tip slid past her tongue and into her gullet, only then letting out a growl as he began to thrust.

For five minutes he lay draped over her, responding to a push of her tail by dropping his muzzle past the bulge and putting his sandpaper tongue to work between her thighs. They were rewarded for their efforts with almost simultaneous orgasms, Mira's wetting the fur of his muzzle and his own semen disappearing down her throat to join two more loads from his previous body.

They lay together for a long moment, Qin's balls in Mira's mouth and his cock still down her throat, mutually sated and almost sleepy. Almost. Qin's eyes went wide as he felt the motions of her muzzle and the pressure of her hands pushing his knees up against his chest, and he looked down to see her unhinged jaws already wrapped around his rump from below.

"Oh," he said as his cock moved an inch closer to her stomach. "Can you really...?" Her long prehensile tail reached up and playfully pinned his arms to his sides, using a fraction of its full strength. A visible contraction ran through the swollen fur of her neck as she swallowed and he felt himself sinking deeper. "I guess you can."

His tail was down her throat, already pressed between the slimy stomach wall and his previous body, and there was a tingle as digestive juices soaked into the fur. She was swallowing him rump first and she wasn't playing around. She really thought she could manage another meal.

She was barely over his ass and strong though her tail was, all he need do was straighten his legs and push with his arms and he'd be free. He did no such thing. Qin slid one hand down past her fangs into the slippery chute of her gullet, found his wet cock and began to pump. That left his other hand free and he needed only a touch of her tailtip to guide it to her pussy. Much as he'd like to lick her out again it was out of reach now past the bulge of belly.

And so, pumping himself to repeated orgasms (his body mods weren't as extreme as hers, but sexual augmentation had definitely been a priority) Quin disappeared tailfirst down her throat. When her jaws were up to his knees from below it was too late to struggle but though he felt her stomach juices working on his tail and rump as she swallowed him he purred the whole while, only interrupted by the occasional growl as a little more hestan spunk spurted into her belly. Eventually her jaws were around his face, his ankles pressed against his cheeks, and Qin smiled past the fangs as with a last series of gulps she swallowed him whole. This time his padded feet were the last in, his tail long since swallowed, and with a purr of satisfaction he slipped down her throat and squeezed in next to the slimy, already softening body of his previous self.

This time she did not ask, or wait. Two entire hestans in her gut swelled it to its limits and she let out the trapped air in one long belch. Qin exhaled at the same time and when the mighty burp was done she settled down on her side, sleepy and now truly sated.

"Nice to meet you, Qin," she purred. "See you in the morning."

Qin woke to find her emerging from the bathroom built into the wall. Her midsection was still vastly swollen despite presumed efforts to rid herself of part of his previous selves and she waddled awkwardly over to the divan, barely managing to keep her swaying belly under control, and flopped down next to him. Her gut gurgled and he reached out to feel the soft, partly digested flesh and the confusion of bones shifting beneath her fur. He could feel her gut churn as the digestive acids continued to break down his former selves.

"Before you ask," she purred, "No, I won't eat you again right now. I'm going to be shitting you out for days and I do need to get back to work at some point."

"That's OK," Qin said, still pressing his hands into her soft gut. "I wasn't too surprised when you ate me the first time but I never thought you could fit two of me. It was an honor to feed you, Mira."

"Oh, an honor is it," she said with a grin. "Honor this." With a grunt she rose to her knees and stepped across him. The vast bulge of her belly squashed him into the divan and naturally she'd stepped so her pussy squelched right down onto her muzzle. He took that as a hint and put his sandpaper tongue to work even as she leaned down to find his own cock already sliding from its sheath.

By the time he finally showered (he stank of her pussy and ass, as she was not reluctant to have his tongue on or in either and her weight pressed both equally down on his muzzle) and pulled on his harness, he'd filled her belly with several more loads of hestan spunk and brought her to orgasm twice. Their last lovemaking was in the shower itself, her tail pressed against his belly and his barbed cock up her ass. Her swollen belly made doggy style the only practical one, which was fine with both. Under normal circumstances shower sex was no stranger to either but her swollen belly made it an awkward affair. That didn't stop them.

"I'd love to suck you in there," she purred as the water ran and he thrust, "Or into my sex, but there are limits to even my body mods. I'd have to be able to unhinge my pelvis. One of these days..."

He bit her on the nape as he came, and she just purred, twisted around and returned the favor. He'd bear the mark of a love bite or three on this body for longer than it took her to digest and pass his old ones.

In the end, when he was dressed, he saluted her smartly. "Thanks for the evening, ma'am. I hope I'll see you again?"

"Oh yes," Mira purred as she settled down on the divan to let her belly work some more. So much meat was making its way through her guts that she visited the bathroom at least once an hour. It was a necessarily inefficient digestion and the vast bulk of the calories he'd fed her would be passed from her body unused. That was what the embassy recycler was for, of course. All the base matter would be filtered and stored for reconstitution into the next body that was needed, just as some had been used to make the two that followed his original. Fortunately, her augmented belly had no trouble with his fur or else an unpleasant hairball or two would also have to somehow leave her body.

"I'll let you know when I am free," she purred as the door whooshed open. "Visits like this need some planning. I need some time off afterwards, you know." She grinned, yawned and curled up around the soft bulk of partially digested hestan for a nap.

*****

"So," Mira purred a week later to the tiger-sized alien weasel stretched out next to her at the cafe. "Qin liked his birthday present."

"So I gather," Coordinator Venya hissed, as adorably uncomfortable with the subject as ever.

"I've decided what I want as a favor," Mira purred.

"What, already?"

"I'll understand that you would not want to come to our embassy. You are an important person and can't risk our medical tech somehow divining Commonwealth secrets with the building scanners. That's why I rented a room here," she purred, and inclined her head towards the little inn next to the cafe.

"A room? Why?" He looked her up and down suspiciously. "Surely not."

"Oh yes," Mira purred with gusto. "I've wondered what it'd be like to bed a falan for twenty years, since I saw my first at Alleket Station. So standoffish, you woozles." She grinned. "That is my price, Coordinator."

"Very well," he grumbled, and rose to his six short legs. Over ten feet long nose to rump was Venya, not counting his tail, superficially an enormous, stretched wolverine with an extra set of legs. "Let's get this over with."

Mira looked forward to his embarrassment as she teased him erect and mated with him. She underestimated Venya. When he rolled over on the carpet - he was simply much too long for the bed - there were already two pink tips exposed at the end of side by side sheaths and as she pondered how best to do this his huge midpaws reached out to take her by the waist. With a skill that could only be borne of practice he turned her sideways on his belly and pulled her firmly down atop his tips.

Mira's eyes went wide and she let out a startled yawp as one falan cock unsheathed into her sex and the other went right up her ass. Venya correctly assumed her body mods extended here too and with a push of his paws he forced her onto twin cocks easily twice as long as a big human's or mrish's and thicker, too.

"I am one hundred and ninety-seven years old, youngster," he hissed, his ink-dark eyes glittering with amusement at her shocked expression. "I lived on Falva before the Uplift. I have seen worlds that few others have, and this is not the first time I have dallied outside my species. Nor are you my first mrish, Mira."

His long torso writhed sinuously as he thrust up into her, his midpaws holding her still so she had little say in the matter. When he rolled over on top of her a moment later things got even more interesting. It was a good thing Mira liked many flavors of sex. Even sex when she wasn't in charge, and she most definitely wasn't in charge now.