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Sometimes, inamong all the crud of the online personals section, a gem would shine through, and in this case it was a sexually available female gem who might just be mentally stable and physicallyattractive.

Prang slouched easily in the plastic chair in front of his computer, bathed in flickering monitor-light which was the only illumination available in the cold semi-darkness of his room. He sipped his cola without irony, fully aware that he looked like an advert for a certain well-known brand of fizzy drink, and then put it to one side. He leaned forward in his chair to rest his chin on his heavy-clawed hand and read the ad again just to check he'd understood right. Squinting into the harsh light on-screen he read:

Sweet submissive vixen looking for dominant male. Arrange to meet at Secrets hotel. 07*** ******

Yep, he'd understood right. It was definitely a horny fox girl: this polar bear's erotic dream.

He sent a reply:

Hi,

I read your advert. Wanna meet? My name's Prang. Just let me know and I'll book the room.

Prang ran through what he'd learned about meeting girls. Rule 1: don't sound like you're perving, even though you obviously always are. He squinted one eye as he weighed up whether to include the bit about booking the room. He didn't think that counted as perving. She'd asked him to, after all.

Rule 2: remember to introduce yourself. Girls like knowing your name. Well, he'd done that. It was an okay message.

He sent it.

He surfed for more personals in case any other vixens had posted wanting stud services. Click. Wants commitment. Back button. Click. Nope. Click- Oh hell, man, I don't wanna see that! Back button. Click. Uhh... you're forty. Back button.

A message came into his account box and he opened it.

Hello Prang,

Yes, please go ahead. Is there anything you want your sub to be doing, wearing, etc.?

Prang paused for a moment. Was she building on a joke about being submissive or was she being serious? He tapped out a reply to her, hoping she'd pick up that all he wanted was a bit of fun. And if she really had a thing for being submissive, the following would keep her happy.

Wouldn't it?

How about butt naked and with that ass of yours facing the door so when I come in, it's the first thing I see?

He bet she wouldn't be that confident anyway. Girls hated showing off like that. He rocked back in his chair and scratched at the white dense fur of his belly as he waited for her to answer.

Master,

I will make it so.

Your tantalised slave,

Connifer

Yep, whatever. So long as it meant a night on the tail he didn't really care.

xXx

Prang arrived in front of the Secrets hotel and looked through the entrance doorway. No wonder it cost so much, he thought. A pair of marble dragon sculptures decorated the entrance, guarding against who-knew-what. Marble burglars, probably. The inside looked richly-decorated with red paint and flickers of gold. The floor was well-swept with a big vase full of flowers on the reception desk. This vixen had better be worth it. He walked into the reception area. As he walked he looked to the right - and nearly tripped over his sneakers.

A line of blown-up photographs hung from the wall in heavy, old-fashioned frames. The first one had a white lab rat laying on her back, dressed in a heavy coat which had fallen open at the front to show that she was naked. Her red gaze looked straight at him, inviting him into the picture with her. She'd been in the rain and was damp, her hair spiky and the coat spotted with wet.

A pretty weird picture for a hotel. What kind of name is 'Secrets', anyway? He checked that his jaw wasn't hanging open any more and walked on.

The next picture showed a dreamy and light image. A lemur stood, sideways on to the camera, gazing softly out of a window. Around her was an ordinary-looking kitchen with pans on the hob and a chopping board with half-chopped spring onions on it. But she was naked. No, not quite naked - bound with ropes that shone black against her pale grey fur, hugging her figure and squeezing her breasts. Another look at her face showed that she was actually very turned on.

Dreamy, Prang mocked himself with a laugh. Heh!

"They're beautiful, aren't they, sir?" asked a delicate Thai accent, and Prang jolted back to the here and now. A red panda sat behind the reception desk. She looked like she'd been watching him, maybe for some time.

"Oh- uh, yeah," he muttered. She looked at him with a warmth that wasn't quite a smile (Maybe real smiling's too familiar for Thai furs? he wondered), and stroked at the clean pages of an open book in front of her.

"Do you have a booking?" she asked courteously.

"Uuhh..." he said a bit more hesitantly. The receptionist remained inscrutable and polite and red. She didn't say anything as he paused.

The vixen upstairs. She'll be ready for me.

"Yeah. My name's Prang Longnight."

"Ah yes," she said, her accent curling prettily. She stood up, walked with perfect grace to one end of the reception desk and studied a board full of keys. She picked one off its hook and came to the front again. "Your room is on the first floor and to the right. Enjoy your stay."

Prang tried to work out whether there was something in the way she said that that suggested he wouldn't enjoy it so much.

"Yeah," he said a few seconds later when he'd failed to work out quite what the meaning was to her words. He took the key and hesitantly went the way she'd told him. A low-ceilinged hallway decorated mostly with red walls and floors, and lights that seemed to make the red stand out even more.

Weird place.

He passed another photograph on the wall and, given the strangeness of the last two, couldn't resist stopping to look at it. A goat in a rubber suit, squatting and wearing some kind of device attached to her groin and her face, with a pipe running between.

Shocked, Prang walked carefully on. I'm not going to get ambushed by any of these guys, am I?

He came to the room. He stopped and looked at the door, trying to convince himself that he'd forget all about what he'd seen out here as soon as he saw her.

Would she really have her ass in the air? There was only one way to find out. He unlocked the door and pushed it open.

There she was, exactly as she'd said she would be. She was small and slim, rich orange against the low-lit colours of the room. Her dark, bare feet were splayed so wide apart she was almost doing the splits, and the stretch had made her butt taut. The only thing that covered her modesty was her tail. Prang could smell her arousal, light and alluring in the air.

He saw her ears twitch. She raised her head a little at the sound of him coming through the door but didn't look around. Her ribs expanded, then contracted in a nervous, shallow breath.

"Oh, baby!" he muttered and crossed the short distance. This, like, never happens to me! Then he paused, suddenly unsure of himself. What were the rules when a girl showed herself off like this? Could he just go right ahead and..?

She tilted her head slightly as he spoke, almost looked around but then looked ahead again.

He laughed nervously, and then tried to recover by saying, "You still being submissive for me, huh?"

She glanced around. Her face was fair and dainty, her eyes large and naturally wide. There was such an intensity to her that Prang felt pretty intimidated now that they were eye to eye. "Yes," she said after a pause.

Prang wasn't sure what to make of that. Then he shook himself and stepped forward so that he could put a hand on her ass. "You want me to do ya?" he asked, hoping he sounded more confident than he felt.

Something in the way she tilted her head again made Prang think she wasn't pleased. "If it pleases you," she said, her tone not as turned on as he thought it should be.

But hey, she was the one offering herself. Prang unbuttoned his jeans and took a hold of her hips. Looking at that tight little ass had got him hard. "Okay girl, how about this?" He pulled her tail out of the way and slipped inside. Sheee-it, that is wet! His stomach shot up into his throat, it felt so good.

He looked at the back of her head for her reaction, and tried to convince himself he'd just felt her go weak. "You like that, yeah?" he asked and gave her a good pounding. Ahh, he thought and closed his eyes to savour the pleasure.

Except... she hadn't gone weak with lust just then, had she? If Prang was honest with himself, she'd slumped. As he went on, he realised he could feel that she wasn't relaxed. He argued with himself whether to keep quiet and just do her like she'd invited him to, or whether to be a gentleman and check.

Or maybe she'd relax in a few moments.

He tried talking to her again. C'mon girl, stop being weird. "Yeah! You're so hot! You like that?"

"Well not really, no." Her voice came so suddenly and clearly that Prang lost his stroke.

"Huh?"

There was a heavy silence as she wiggled off his dick and lowered herself on to the carpet so that she could turn around. She looked accusingly up at him and somehow, made him feel small.

Which was kind of ironic.

"Didn't you read my advert?" she asked, her brow creased with irritation. She looked him straight in the eye and Prang didn't dare look away. She was so... deliberate.

"Y-yeah," he stammered. "You said you wanted you wanted some guy to do you in a hotel room. And that's what we're doin', right?"

Connifer started shaking her head before he finished his sentence. She sighed and ran a hand over her eyes. "My advert said," she said heavily, "that I'm submissive and want somefur dominant. What part of that was hard to understand?"

"But-but... I was being dominant! I came in, and I started doing you."

"Oh yeah, that's really dom of you. What a hero!" she said, rolling her eyes before settling them on him with the same ferocity as before. She curled her tail around her legs so it looked like she was sitting in a fluffy nest. "I really felt you were in control, the way you couldn't keep it out of me for more than two seconds."

Prang was totally confused now, although it didn't help that he was still horny. "Look-what-I... I don't understand. Do you want me to fuck you or not?" he asked, and didn't care that he'd dropped an F bomb in front of a lady.

"Eventually, fine! Yes!" she argued back, her voice high with strain. "But seriously, the 'I'm big and strong because I can fuck' thing? It only impresses other guys. Okay, Prang? Trust me, no girl's impressed that you can get it up. You didn't do any dominating just then, trust me."

Prang felt about the size of Connifer's little finger. He paced for a moment, his arms folded and his shoulders hunched to try and get over how angry he was. After a moment the anger had reduced a little, so he turned to her and put his hands on his hips. "So what do you want me to do?"

Connifer groaned and covered her eyes again. She shook her head, more a gesture to herself than to him. "No dom ever asks that, for a start."

Prang was speechless for a moment. Then: "So I'm just supposed to make it up as I go along, huh? I-I just did when I walked in."

Connifer huffed and folded her arms. "It doesn't matter," she said, apparently dismissing the whole situation. "It'd take too long to explain everything." Even angry, she looked so delicate Prang almost wanted to touch her. If she hadn't been a total bitch, that was.

"Oh and by the way," Prang blurted into the silence that followed, "I paid ninety dollars for this room. How we going to settle that?" Ninety damn dollars. Beans on toast for a month and not even any sex? Dammit!

She glanced at him and Prang saw her anger disappear for a moment. He didn't like the fact that it was replaced by something that looked like pity. Then she stood up with a single, fluid movement. "I'll settle half of that with you." And she walked away. "What were your travel costs?" she asked, opening some kind of storage box.

It occurred to Prang then to look around the room. Almost everything was decorated red, just like out in the hallway. There was a four poster bed to one side and all the other things he'd basically have expected of a hotel room.

What surprised him was the giant web. It looked like it was made of some kind of black rope, attached to the walls and ceiling with strong steel hooks. He blinked, totally confused about what to make of it, and then dragged his attention back to the vixen.

"Uh..." A girl who offered to pay? "Not much," he mumbled. "Forget it."

She nodded into her bag, which she'd pulled out of the box. She dropped it back in and walked over to him, a bundle of bills in her hand. "Here," she said. "That's my half of the room."

"Uh... I don't..." Jeez, lady.

"Ninety dollars isn't a big deal to me, Prang. Obviously I led you here under a misunderstanding. Take it." A polar bear would have thought that at this point, the fur with his clothes still on would have felt more confident than the naked one. But Prang looked at her standing there with not a stitch of clothing, holding money out to him as if he was some kind of charity case, and knew that clothes had nothing to do with it.

"Sure. Thanks," he muttered, feeling the final dregs of his masculinity seep away. He took the money and stuffed it clumsily into his back pocket.

"So what now?" she asked.

Prang tried to weigh up whether he still wanted to have sex with her, or whether he just wanted to take the money and run. He looked at her body again. He expected that somehow she'd spend the rest of their time together making him feel tiny, but he'd gone this far, so... "You still wanna?"

She offered him a smile of agreement, although it came with another big dose of pity. So they did it, right there on the carpet, his big, white limbs folding over her richness and darkness until he was finished.

But even when he left, he felt sure she wasn't satisfied. Nowhere near.