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In which Beryl strikes out for almost the whole week, before meeting an interested - and interesting - couple.

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"Going out again tonight, Miss Lavinne?"

I turned to face the hotel manager. For a moment, I racked my brains, trying to remember the lean, middle-aged badger's name. "Of course I am, Mr. Harrison," I said. It was rather obvious, but I suppose it was part of his job to ask

"I do hope you enjoy yourself," he said with a nod to a nearby bellboy.

I laughed, enjoying the musical nature of the sound since my chage. "I always do, Mr. Harrison."

He smiled and nodded once in that brisk manner he has. "Indeed," he said, "and yet..."

I put a hand on one cocked hip, waiting for the inevitable. "And yet?"

"I recall that when you came here, you expected to be accompanied by, and I quote, 'friend or friends unknown,' with whom you would return to your room and, er... enjoy yourselves."

I nodded.

"I do not wish to be rude, but I cannot help but notice that said friends have yet to materialize."

My cheerful mood vanished. "Please don't rub it in."

"Indeed not," he said. "If you would indulge me, I do believe you may need some expert assistance."

I arched a delicate eyebrow. "From you?" It came out a little more sarcastic than I'd intended. My distress at a week's worth of unsuccessful forays was showing.

He smiled, shaking his head. "Not at all," he said. "It's just that it seems to me that with the, ah... image you have chosen to present on your nightly sojourns, you might do well to consult some of our younger staff. In particular, our concierge may be able to direct you to venues more appropriate to your, ah... unique style."

I frowned. I thought my 'unique style' would be perfect for the big city night life. If Harrison had other ideas, though, I would not sneer at them. As I said, a week of striking out was beginning to wear at my resolve.

The bellboy returned, accompanied by another young man in a very nice suit. This particular man, a tall, wiry otter, took a moment to appraise me from his lofty angle. Everyone seemed taller now that I was so short (four foot five, if you must know), but this man was very close to six and a half feet if he was an inch.

"Miss Beryl Lavinne, I would like you to meet Jeffrey, our concierge." Harrison introduced us, then immediately set off in search of a solution to someone else's problem, as mine was apparently well in hand with Jeffrey.

He smiled. "Very nice," he said. "If you're not too pressed for time, I believe we can do something quite complementary with that mane of yours to go with your look."

I frowned. "Do you think it's as simple as changing my mane?" I asked. As a male, I'd had no problems attracting females - even the odd, unwanted male. As a female, and especially with the body Mashara had given me, I expected it to be easier. Given what I'd noticed about females as a male, I figured I was a sure bet to get laid.

"Not at all," he said. "You've got quite the bold look going here. Daring, edgy, and a little bit dangerous." Apparently, my outfit - consisting entirely of a black leathter skirt that reached to mid-thigh, a partially unzipped black leather vest, a studded leather bracelet on my left arm, and a similarly studded leather collar - was creating the exact image I was aiming for.

I nodded. "I figured," I said, "given my size, I'd need a little extra oomph to pull off the look."

He grinned. "You certainly have that," he said, and after a moment, I realized he was leering at me, just a little.

"I realize," I said, "that you can't look me in the eye without noticing the cleavage, and I do appreciate the, um, admiration, but could we get back on topic?"

"Sorry," he said. "It's just that you're so... upfront with your, um, assets. It's a bit disconcerting."

"What about my mane?"

He smiled. "Thank you, I had actually lost track. The problem, as I see it, is primarily one of venue. The club I have in mind for you tonight is definitely up your alley, from what your driver tells me about the places he's taken you, but their standards can be a bit... exacting."

"And I don't meet those standards?"

He shook his head, raising his hands defensively. "Oh, you do, definitely. However, given your, ah... stature, I would recommend going just that tiny bit further in your image."

I frowned. "How so?"

He smiled. "Well," he said, "the outfit is wonderful on two levels. First of all, as I said, it gives that excellent impression of adventurousness and a hint of danger. Secondly, it makes sure that your unique coloration is even more eye-catching."

I hadn't thought about that, actually. I picked it because I wanted to listen to some good heavy rock - metal, punk, what have you - and I wanted to look like I belonged. "So where does the mane come in?"

"Your mane is beautiful, and, quite frankly, it wrecks the image."

"I am not spiking my mane."

He laughed, put an arm around me, and guided me to the hotel's salon. Haley had recommended the hotel to me for my first stop, and I'm sure that the staff was as much on her mind as the mind-bogglingly luxurious appointments in the rooms. "Not at all. I believe we can achieve the perfect result with no more than some carefully applied dye, in perhaps fifteen minutes. If you don't mind a brief delay."

"Lay on, MacDuff."

He laughed, and introduced me to the hairdresser. Mark was a large, imposing man - not as tall as Jeffrey, but thick-limbed. He was obviously very strong, though not as well-defined as, say, Maria. He simply did not seem the sort of person who would be happy as a hairdresser.

"Oh, my," he said, taking a moment to examine me clinically from every angle. His voice was surprisingly butch.

"You're a hairdresser?"

He smiled. "I sure am," he said. "What convinced you, my rugged good looks?"

I laughed. "It's just you seem a bit..."

"Not flamingly gay?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, I get that. I also get this," he said, gesturing at me - or my outfit. "Very hot, just the flame for all those little moths out on the town tonight, right?"

"Wait, are you gay?"

"Are we still hung up on this? I'm bisexual, actually, though I lean a lot more towards 'straight' than 'gay.' And I'd be willing to bet I know exactly what's going on here."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It's your body," he said. "The look is great, but your body just doesn't quite sell it."

I frowned. "No," I said. "I simply refuse to believe I am too small and dainty to be metal."

He laughed. "It's not that you are small and dainty. It's that you look small and dainty. The way you are now, you look like a little girl trying to act bigger than all the big girls who made her cry."

I started getting mad. "Keep it up," I said, "and I'll show you just what a 'little girl' can do."

Unexpectedly, he grinned. "That's more like it! Hold that pose a moment!"

I wasn't aware I was posing, but I froze. While he moved around me, nodding and mm-hmm-ing, I thought about the way I was standing. My left hand was raised, finger pointing at him - or rather, at where he was standing when he told me to hold my pose. My right was clenchied in a fist at my side. My legs were about shoulder-width apart. I knew that my slender body had a lot of power packed into it, unapparent by my slight build.

"Okay," he said. "I have an idea, but I'm going to need you to hold still for just a moment longer." He looked at Jeffrey. "Jeff, this is going to take at least a half hour to pull off, but when I'm done, I want her showcased. What's the most exclusive club in town right now?"

Jeffrey frowned. "Monsoon," he said, "but I think she'd rather go someplace a bit rougher. I was thinking about sending her to Red Diamond - they've got a live band tonight that'll knock her on her a-- I mean, that I think she'll like."

"Knock me on my ass, huh?" I smirked. "I'd like to see 'em try."

"Keep up that attitude, girl," Mark said, "I'm just about done." I looked out of the corner of my eye and noticed he had gotten out a camera and was photographing me from multiple angles - mostly from behind, though.

"Oh, no," Jeffrey said. "He's gone into performance art mode. Miss Lavinne, I'm going to make the arrangements for the show. Try not to kill him while I'm gone?"

"No promises," Mark and I said simultaneously, but Jeffrey had alread left.

"Great," Mark said. "Come here a moment, would you?"

I let my arms relax, surprised at the tingling sensation I was getting from them. I didn't realize I had been so tense. Shaking them out, I headed over to where Mark had pulled up a program that must have set him back a fortune: a three-dimensional representation of me rotated around on a computer screen the size of a large television.

I looked bold. Fist clenched in defiance, eyes glaring. There was definitely more detail on my back, though - apparently the program needed more angles than Mark had taken.

"So what's wrong and what are we going to do about it?"

"What's wrong," Mark said, "is that when you're relaxed, you don't convey the kind of strength I'm seeing here." He nodded at the screen. "Here, you look unbreakable, like you can take any three guys and leave them a quivering wreck when you're through. When you're relaxed, you, um... Well..." He nodded at the mirror.

I took a look. He was right. Mashara had done her work, making me small and delicate - except with an overabundant chest. Even in this outfit, I looked more like a doll than a real woman. "Oh, dear," I said. "I guess when I was getting dressed I got so into playing the part I was dressing for, I didn't think about just what I'd look like when I wasn't concentrating on it."

"Not a problem," Mark said. "Check this out." With a few deft mouse clicks, he'd isolated my mane and performed some kind of digital wizardry. When he was done, the image showed me with a straight black mane, with only two streaks of my natural hunter green showing. The contrast made my light green fur look even paler.

"Not bad," I said. "What about the tail?"

"Oh, no," he said. "The tail's an attention getter. In fact..." Another couple of clicks, and the deep green tail on the cyber-me was even fuller, fluffed up. "Yeah, that'll do there. Now the other problem is, I'm afraid, your body."

"I don't think you're quite qualified to help me there," I said. "And if you are, I really don't recommend it. I have it on good authority that anything done to my body will backfire."

He laughed. "I'm thinking," he said, "that we need to highlight the muscles that are hiding under those delicate-looking limbs. How do you feel about tattoos?"

As a male, I'd had such dark fur that tattooing was wasted effort. Without some serious magic, the result would be too faint to make out. Now, though...

"I don't think..."

He shook his head. "Oh, not a full tattoo-and-dye job, that would take hours, and it's definitely not something to jump into for a single night on the town."

"So, what, temporary? Like a fur dye?"

He nodded. "I've got some dyes here that are water resistant and won't bleed, but wash out in minutes with the right mineral oils. I can give you a great tribal design that'll give you a real edge, and when you tense up like this," he nodded at the screen, "they'll just scream power."

I liked it.

Forty minutes later, when we had finally finished - or rather, when Jeffrey had pried me away from Mark, who wanted to try 'just one more little thing' - I liked it even more.

"Wow, Mark outdid himself tonight. I don't know if his goyfriend is going to be jealous of him or you."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Goyfriend?" The term was new to me.

Jeffrey coughed. "It's, uh... Well, the thing is, Mark's dating a hermaphrodite. Some people say 'goy' as a sort of cross between 'girl' and 'boy.'"

I nodded. Would Maria, Haley, Sahara, and Mashara be my goyfriends, I wondered? Would I ever not feel like an idiot even thinking the word? "Shi doesn't have a problem with him making 3-D models of his clients?"

Jeffrey raised his eyebrows. "He did that?"

"Before and after," I said. "Even made me strike the same pose for a better comparison."

"Shi won't mind. You might want to talk to him about whether or not you want him to show it to hir, though."

I grinned. "Wait here."

* * * * *

As we walked out to the waiting limousine, Jeffrey arched an eyebrow at me. I caught the unspoken question.

"I gave him my room number. Told him to bring hir by so shi could see his work in motion and life size."

"You, ah, might regret that."

"How so?"

"They're in an open relationship, and shi can be quite imposing."

"Even better than I'd hoped," I said with a little whinneying giggle, and climbed into the limo.

* * * * *

Mark's dye job had done its work. I ended up turning away five guys, two girls, and one that I wasn't sure of. It may have been an effeminite guy, a masculine girl, or a very well balanced herm - every herm I'd known (meaning Mashara and hir little coven) was essentially feminine, albeit exceptionally non-feminine in one particular regard. This one, intriguingly, was impossible to distinguish.

But I did not want anything to do with someone who was rude enough to interrupt someone clearly enjoying the band, and I was very much enjoying the raw power of the music.

You don't often see an all-female metal band with that much sheer power behind their music. This one was incredible. My knees got weak while I watched them. I decided right then and there that the next leg of my trip would coincide with one of the tour dates on the T-shirts I ended up buying.

In fact, I bought a few: one for me, a larger one for Sahara, and three in the largest size they had. Hopefully, Mashara, Sahara, Haley, or Maria would know some kind of mojo to stretch them over their prodigious bodies.

* * * * *

I returned to the hotel unaccompanied but undaunted. With the help of Mark's fur-dye magic, I'd managed to get a lot more attention than previous nights. A few very promising conversations ensued, but to be honest, I wasn't sure I was quite ready to have sex with a male yet. That, and I was intrigued by the thought of meeting Mark's hermaphrodite lover.

I was humming as I entered my suite. Jeffrey had been right about the band. They really knocked my socks off - or would have if I'd worn any. Hard rock done right, for sure. I shut the door behind me, then headed over to the wardrobe. It had a three-way mirror, and I spent a few minutes admiring Mark's handiwork before I noticed the blinking light behind me.

It took me a moment to realize what the light meant - I'd stayed in hotels before that had phones like this, but I'd never gotten a message before. Grinning, I trotted over to the phone and dialed the front desk.

"Hello, Miss Lavinne," the receptionist answered cheerfully. "You have two messages, would you like them now?"

"Yes, please."

"The first is from our Concierge, Jeffrey. He says to let him know what you thought of the band when you get a chance."

"Will do," I said. "What's the other message?"

"Someone named Tara. She says, quote, I can't wait to see my boyfriend's latest masterpiece up close and personal. End quote. Apparently, she's at the salon right now."

I blinked. "It's still open?"

"All night."

I grinned wider. "Could you transfer me?"

There was a click, then after a moment, Mark's warm tenor answered. "Carpe Noctem Salon, this is Mark. What can I do for you?"

"Hey, Mark. I just wanted to thank you for the wonderful job tonight. I felt like the alpha wolf in there tonight. I understand Tara's down there with you?"

He laughed. "Shi is," he said. "Actually, shi's been spending the last few minutes fine-tuning hir stripes in the hopes you'd call."

I heard a husky voice from his end of the line. "Is that her? Is she up in her room?" There was a brief shuffling sound. "Hey there," the voice said directly into the reciever, and I felt the fur ruffle down my back as it made me shiver. "Were you serious about Mark and me coming up to your room?"

I laughed - it was that or cream myself at the sound of hir voice, and I desperately wanted to save that for later. "By all means. Frankly, I turned down a few guys just in case you wanted to come up and see me tonight." Well that, and the awkward feelings, but I didn't want to talk about that over the phone.

Shi squealed. "We'll be right up," shi said. The last thing I heard before the line disconnected was, "Come on, Mark, she wants to see us, and I wan--"

I paced nervously, biting my... finger-hoof-things. Nails, I guess. I haven't met many equines, and the topic never came up in conversation. Curiosity had been beaten down by fear of being rude. It was odd. Though I had sensation in the tips of my fingers, despite the little hooves on them, biting them didn't hurt at all. Actually, it felt kind of good.

I didn't have enough time to work myself into a real nervous lather, fortunately, before the knock came. I took a step towards the door, then my legs refused to move. My heart was racing, and my sense of time started to go funny. I was absolutely petrified. I had just invited a complete stranger up to my room. I was really going through with this.

I tried to speak, but all that came out was a nervous squeak that trailed up into a quiet whinney. There was another knock, and I tried again.

"Come in," I squeaked. Then I cleared my throat. Third time's the charm, I told myself and got a grip on my emotions. "Come in," I called out again, this time managing to make the invitation sound much more confident and, I hoped, alluring. In any case, the door opened.

Tara was, in short, stunning. What shi was not, however, was "in short." Shi was, in fact, tall enough to necessitate ducking under the doorframe - at least seven feet tall. Shi was fairly broad-shouldered, and amply endowed - at least, with regards to breasts. Shi was wearing a strapless black dress, the skirt of which did a marvellous job of concealing hir masculine attribute, but if hir bust was anything to go by, I couldn't wait to get my hands - or any other part of my body, for that matter - on hir manhood. While shi wasn't as heavily muscled as Mashara or Maria, hir tall body radiated physical power. Shi moved with a predatory grace that made my knees wobble. Tara was the epitome of a tigress, tall and sleek and powerful, and gods did I want to pounce hir the moment shi came in the room. My mouth went dry.

"Well, hello," shi purred. My knees wobbled again. "Mark said you were a little powerhouse, and I can see he wasn't kidding." Shi walked over to me, looming over me in a way I'd come to associate with sex - a minor psychological side-effect of my brief time with Mashara and the others before heading out on my own. Shi dropped to one knee, putting hir more or less eye-to-eye with me. "If it's not too personal a question," shi asked, looking me up and down, "how much do you bench?"

I blinked. That was a personal question? More to the point, since Mashara had greatly enhanced my strength with this new body, I honestly had no idea. I tried to say as much, but all that came out was a stuttering "A-a-ah," a headshake, and a shrug.

"Oh, relax, cutie," shi purred. "I won't bite. Unless you want me to." Shi winked, and I giggled.

"I don't, uh... A lot. I don't know exactly. I'm stronger than I look."

Shi nodded. "I figured," shi said. "Mark," shi said, "refused to skip out on work. So I have you all to myself for now."

My knees finally gave out, and I fell on my ass. "Oh, my," I managed. "W-what did you have in mind?"

Shi grinned. Hir teeth, large, sharp, and well-cared-for, raised all sorts of instinctive fears I hadn't had before. I found myself getting excited. Maybe a little game of predator/prey would spice up the evening? "Well, first of all, I came up here to see what Mark's artistry looks like in motion," shi said. "I don't suppose you'd care to, ah, disrobe?"

I smiled, then reached up to the half-open zipper on my vest. "Disrobe, huh?" I winked at hir, then slowly slid the zipper down a tooth at a time. The slow click-click-click of the fastener being undone provided a tempo for my heartbeat to match, and helped calm me down. As I teased hir with the promise of a show, hir breath began to speed up, and shi licked hir muzzle.

After a few short seconds, though, the zipper had run out of teeth. I tried to decide on the best way to take the vest off - it's not exactly the most sensual clothing when it comes to stripping, I realized. Extending my arms behind me, I shrugged, and the vest slid back. This had the added advantage of pushing my not-insubstantial bust up and out at the same time, and as the smooth silk lining slid over my nipples and breasts, the feel of it made me shiver slightly.

Tara stopped breathing for a split second as my breasts revealed themselves, and I found my confidence building at hir reaction. As the heavy leather vest slipped off my arms to the floor, I rose to my feet as gracefully as I could manage. Then, with a wink, I turned partly to one side, knowing that I was showing just a small part of Mark's artwork on my shoulder and neck, and began unzipping my skirt as well.

As I did so, I risked a glance out of the corner of my eye, hoping shi wouldn't notice me watching hir watching me. Hir gaze was riveted to my fingers as they slid the zipper down, and I noticed a telltale bulge beginning to tent the short skirt of hir dress. I swallowed, trying not to display my eagerness as hir substantial manhood began to reveal itself. I almost didn't notice when I reached the end of the zipper on my skirt as well, then quickly turned my eyes back to the task. With a bit of a flourish, I peeled the skirt from around my hips and dropped it on top of the vest.

I turned my back to hir, spreading my legs slightly, and tensed every muscle in my body in an effort to make the dye-job really stand out. Only then did I risk looking over my shoulder at hir, just in time to see hir fall back onto hir own rump, an open-mouthed grin overtaking hir face. "I take it you like, huh?"

Hir jaw worked up and down for a moment, then shi nodded.

"I'm glad," I said. "A lot of work went into this body, including your boyfriend's, and it would be a shame if it wasn't properly appreciated."

Shi nodded. "It is," shi said. "I want you so bad right now." I don't think shi knew that shi'd said that last out loud.

I grinned at hir and slowly turned to face hir. "I want to talk to you about that," I said. "A couple of things.

Shi nodded. "Anything," shi said, and meant it. Shi was practically hypnotized.

"Maybe I should put something on," I said. "You're a bit distracted."

"Please don't."

I laughed, and was even more delighted when the sound of my laughter caused visible movement under hir skirt - now doing a phenomenally poor job of concealing her quite satisfactory erection. "Okay then," I said. "First of all, I understand you and Mark are in an open relationship?"

Shi nodded. "We are," shi said. "The rules are pretty simple: Mark and I each have to agree on each other's partners beforehand. Otherwise, whoever finds someone gets dibs."

"So Mark has dibs?"

Shi grinned. "He said he'd gracefully step aside if that's what you want," shi admitted.

I laughed again. "Mm. In that case, I think it's important you know about me. Who I am and why I'm here."

* * * * *

"So you're here in town to get laid, and you'd been coming up empty?" Shi grinned. "I find that hard to believe."

I shrugged. "Sad but true," I said. "That is unless you want to help break my losing streak?"

Hir grin widened. "What do you want me to do?" I found myself fascinated by those large, sharp, white teeth. My pulse was racing. Fear, I was beginning to realize, could add an edge of excitement to sex.

Struck by an impulse, I grinned back. "Catch me if you can," I called out, and took off from hir as fast as my little hooves could carry me.

To hir credit, shi wasn't easy to elude. I narrowly dodged hir first leap at me, and the chase was on. Every near miss made my heart race, and I felt myself starting to get wet with the thought of what shi would do when shi caught me.

I had images of long, powerful limbs pinning me to the floor, of hir roughly pushing me down and mounting me. Even at hir most dominant, Maria had never quite been comfortable with that degree of aggression. Distracted by my thoughts, I stumbled over my vest, and Tara nearly had me. One clawed finger grazed my left thigh, lightly scratching the skin, and my already quickened heartbeat began racing even more.

"Are you...?"

I gritted my teeth. Hir genuine concern was good, but it would ruin the scene. "You'll have to do better than that," I taunted, then sprinted headlong for the bedroom.

That did it. Shi flew at me, and I was surprised by the speed, weight, and power of hir, slamming into my back. Even hir breasts, large, bouncy orbs that they were, seemed like rock-hard muscle when shi caught me, and hir weight bore me down to the bed. My tail was pinned down between my legs, the long, silky hair brushing teasingly against my sex. I was hirs then, and we both knew it.

That was when shi got hir revenge on me. Holding me down to the bed with one large, powerful hand between my shoulderblades, shi lifted hirself up enough to reach between us and... I blinked in surprise. Shi was petting my tail. It felt good, but after that intense chase, it was downright bizarre.

Then shi gently wrapped hir hand around my tail, just a couple of inches from the end of the hair - past the tail itself, so that I could only feel it by the gentle tugging on the hair, and began to caress my eager sex with the tip of my own tail.

It was torture - exquisite and delightful, but torture nonetheless. I was desperate for hir, and I knew shi was just as eager for me. I could smell hir arousal in the air, could feel the heat of hir cock radiating against my thighs even through the silk dress, but instead of taking me like we both wanted, shi was teasing me relentlessly.

I tried to move, but even with my prodigious, supernatural strength, I couldn't get any leverage. All I could do was wiggle under her, whimpering and begging for hir to fuck me.

I knew, deep down, that if I wanted to, I could easily overpower her, leverage or no, but since what I wanted was for hir to take me, my body wasn't cooperating. And, to my frustration, neither was she.

"What do you want?"

"Please, fuck me!"

Shi laughed. "'Please fuck me' what?"

My sex spasmed tightly as shi punctuated that question with a brush of my tail against my clit. "F-f-f-fuuuu... Please, fuck me, Mistress," I begged.

"And what will you do for me?"

"Anything you want, Mistress," I said. It was quite true. The longer I'd spent with hir, the more I wanted hir, and I think shi knew it. When I'd thought I was teasing hir with my show, shi was teasing me with the knowledge shi was just out of reach. And I'd fallen for it. Fallen for hir. Hard.

Hard and hot and thick and... I could see hir cock in my mind, if not with my eyes, and it was so perfect, so very much what I needed. I'd been warned about this. Mashara had told me that since the purpose of my new body was to fuck and be fucked, if I went for too long without it, I would, in essence, go into heat. And the longer I went without satisfying that need, the worse it would get.

I was beginning to understand. I was also beginning to cry. The tears shamed me, and the shame made me even hornier. I began pushing back as well as I could with my hips, trying somehow to make my way to hir cock. Shi laughed.

"You really want it, don't you, bitch?"

I nodded. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "Please, please, I need it so bad!"

Shi grinned. "Have you ever," shi said, "fucked someone through silk?"

I blinked. "I... no? You mean like... wrap your dick in silk and fuck me with it?"

Hir weight shifted, and shi let go of my tail. "Yeah," shi said.

I moaned wantonly. The image of that cock of hirs, wrapped skin-tight in the silk already draped over it wormed its way through my mind, and I shook my head. "No, Mistress," I said.

Shi laughed. "You're in for a treat, little fucktoy," shi said. So shi had noticed when I told hir what they had called me, and how it made me feel. That was my last coherent thought for a while, though. The tip of hir dick pressed against my pussy, and I could tell shi was still wearing hir dress by the smooth, slick feel of the fabric. The dress folded and bunched around hir cock, making odd ripples that varied the sensation in my eager sex.

As wet as I was, the silk was soaked almost instantly, and it rubbed, slick and smooth and sticky, against my clit as shi pushed hirself deeper and deeper into me. I moaned again and lifted my hips, a posture which immediately rewarded me with a greater amount of sensation. It also, I knew, made the entrance a bit tighter for Tara.

Shi growled and started fucking me harder and faster. I felt the beginnings of a climax, and pushed against hir as much as I could. "Don't you dare," shi growled, and I felt light pricks on my back as shi extended hir claws. "Don't you dare come before me. A good fucktoy should know better."

I whimpered. The more dominant shi got, the closer I got to climax, but I didn't dare disobey hir - not out of any genuine fear for my well-being, although there was fear there, but because shi was right. If I wanted to be a good fucktoy, I would come only when my Mistress or Master let me.

This sort of thing, I realized, wasn't just for anyone. For the right person, I would be the needy, greedy, but submissive fucktoy, eager to pleasure my Mistress. But for others, the roles could easily be reversed, or anything in between. Sex in all its many facets, that's what I would be exploring over the next year. But tonight, my first time away from my true Mistresses, would fulfill even the fantasies that Maria couldn't bring hirself to do for me.

I nodded, gasping with pleasure and fear and a hint of pain. "M-m-m..." I tried to speak, but sensation was overwhelming me.

"What, pet?" Shi leaned close over me, hir voice purring in my ear.

"Claws," I said. "More... Mistress."

Immediately, the prickling sensation turned into tiny points of mild pain. "Like this?"

I screamed. "Yes! More!"

Shi pressed hir claws a tiny bit deeper. With hir powerful hand holding me down, and hir other hand firmly holding my thigh, and the claws from both pricking my skin just enough, I rode the edge of pleasure and pain, my body desperately aching for release but holding back by the barest thread of willpower.

Shi pounded into me, harder and faster with each thrust, and I felt the telltale tensing and swelling of hir shaft inside me as shi buried hirself to the hilt and roared, the sound almost deafening as shi came into me. Like hir cock, and, indeed, the rest of hir body, hir climax was large, powerful, and suffused me with heat. It was like a rush of hot water in me, but infinitely more pleasurable, and I pressed against hir belly as hard as I could, desperate not to lose a drop.

I could feel pressure building up inside me as shi came. The volume was so great it actually distended my trim abdomen an inch or two, and shi leaned even closer, hir body rumbling with pleasure. "Now," shi growled, "come for your Mistress." I was only too happy to obey, and indeed was surprised I"d managed to hold off my climax as long as I had. I was overwhelmed not only with pleasure, but with intensely detailed sensation. I could feel every bit of my sex as it tightened spasmodically around the hot, hard, silk-wrapped intrusion inside me, and my pleasure only grew stronger when I felt hir tense up again inside me.

If hir previous climax had been powerful, this next one was indescribable. The pressure inside me transformed into pure bliss, though I could still feel the heat and pressure as hir cock pumped tremendous amounts of seed within me. I don't know how long we were there, practically joined at the hip as hir cock unleashed its hot, sticky blessing within me. It felt like forever, until the sensation began to fade. I whimpered slightly, not wanting it to end.

My belly had pushed me up off of the bed slightly, though my face and chest were still held down by Tara's hand on my back. This only served to elevate my hips further, tightening my opening more around hir cock, which twitched inside me as hir climax, too, was beginning to fade.

"Holy shit," I moaned.

Tara grunted. "That was intense. I haven't been able to get that aggressive in a long time. You okay?"

I laughed. "Okay isn't the word," I said. "I'm going to have a hell of a bill when housekeeping sees the mess I'm about to make."

"Oh?"

I didn't bother explaining. "I think," I said, "I'm ready for you to pull out when you are," I said.

Shi pulled out smoothly. Not too fast - which would have compounded the mess I'd mentioned - but not so slow as to turn me from satisfied into insatiable. As the last of hir length slid out of me, I sighed. Then, gritting my teeth, I tried something I wasn't sure would be successful, just as hir head was about to pull out of me and uncork the bottle that was my womb. I concentrated on tightening the muscles I'd been so intensely aware of earlier, and managed to almost completely prevent any of hir seed from escaping.

It was tiring, but satisfying - like the sex itself. As Tara let up on my back, I rolled over, exposing my swollen belly. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the dresser as I did so, and gaped. I had expected to look ridiculous. What I saw, instead, was surprising. I looked pregnant, and I realized that not only did I like the look, I liked the thought that went with it.

Gently, I reached down to stroke my gravid-seeming belly. It was taut and firm, and I loved it. "Well," I joked, "I hope you're prepared to do the honorable thing, Mistress."

Hir cock twitched when I said that, though I'm not sure if that was in response to the thought of getting me pregnant, or to my calling hir Mistress again.

"And that would be?"

I looked over at hir. "Oh dear," I said. "You're all sticky. In this case, I think the honorable thing would be to let your little fuckpony pamper you, starting by cleaning off that lovely cock of yours."

Her penis, which had finally begun to lose its erection, surged back to life, causing the sodden dress to flap a little. Carefully, so as not to spill any of the load inside my womb, I moved towards hir and peeled the dress off of hir cock. It was exactly as I'd imagined it in shape, but a much deeper red in color. It bobbed slowly in time with hir breathing, and tensed towards me as I leaned down and began giving the powerful tigress a much-needed tongue bath.

As soon as my tongue touched the head of hir shaft, it shot out a thick burst of cum, soaking my muzzle and dribbling down onto my breasts and swollen belly. Gently, I opened my mouth and took the head of hir shaft in. Hir breath came out in a long sibilant, and I began slowly working my way up and down hir shaft. Shi wouldn't hold out long, I knew, but I was determined to get as much cum in my belly as possible. I took my time, working every trick I could to increase hir pleasure. And, now having felt the ache of denial myself, it occurred to me that hir own pussy could use some attention as much as mine did.

A thumb on hir clit and two fingers in hir wet sex was as far as I got before shi roared again and reached hir third climax of the night, pumping a good four or five cups of seed into my hungry belly.

I slid my mouth off hir shaft, then licked my lips and grinned at hir. "Much better," I said. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Shi chuckled weakly. "Move in with Mark and me?"

I laughed. "I'm afraid not," I said. "I'm only here for a few more days. But you two are more than welcome to come by anytime. Don't knock, don't call... just come on in. We can hang out, or we can have sex, or you can use me like your personal toy for as long as I'm here."

"Seriously?"

I nodded. "I do have one question, though."

"What's that?"

"Where's Mark? I can't wait to see if I can satisfy as well as you can."

Instead of answering me, shi scooped me into hir lap, hir cock hot against my spine, and pulled me into a hug I needed as badly as the fucking shi'd given me.