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On a packed express bus, making its way through a busy downtown core, Kelli should have been thinking about the day she just had. Finally starting work at a big name production company, finally working for good money doing television, finally actually doing what she had gotten into stagecraft in the first place to do. But any peace of mind she had was replaced by a nervous energy, a feeling she couldn't quite believe what she was getting into.

Her job before this was really more of an internship; a small, local soundstage was in need of a lighting tech, and word got to her from a friend of a friend that a position was open. Being a squirrel, she had no problem with the physical demands of the work, even if it wasn't what she was looking for or not exactly suited to her curvy frame. Scurry up this, fiddle with that was all simple enough, and she had enough education to get to speed with the unfamiliar bits quickly. What was intended to be just a few months between better paying work ended up being fulfilling and rewarding; being nervous by nature, what she didn't expect was how well she fit in. Weeks turned to months, and a year and a half later, her studio manager was practically begging her to get another job to put her talents to better use even if she was beloved; she was underemployed. It was a terrifying prospect, stepping out of her comfort zone, but being cheered on by her colleagues was the motivation it took to finally get her to move forward. Sure, she didn't doubt her co-workers supported her; the party they threw her the Friday before was certain proof of that.

The party itself was a wonderful sendoff, full of cordial cocktails and candid stories. Her gruffy old goat of a studio manager had uncharacteristically opened up his wallet, even. Having once put on the accountant's hat during staff changeover, she knew that the entry-level salaries weren't for a lack of trying; commercial work and bad music videos kept the lights on, but it wasn't any path to riches. Brice, the sound tech, must have tipped him off to the venue. He and the rest of the crew rented out the banquet hall of the thai restaurant they had often escaped to when they did have a chance to sneak away for lunch. A few BYOB bottles introduced their way into the restaurant as the evening progressed, and her favorite gruffy old wolf of a set builder even bothered showing up in a collared shirt; something nobody there that evening could even believe he owned.

After the host kindly let them know that their reservation was about to end, a smaller group of the more party inclined animals could only take this as a sign to drag her along to the bars nearby. Not wanting to spoil a good gesture, Kelli played ball until the group dwindled down to two with only Brice for company, both quizzically staring at each other wondering how they ended up at a honky-tonk despite neither having any affinity for country music and wondering if all eight whiskey sours on the tab had actually been ordered. She was just glad this had been budgeted for in advance.

The walk home was a bit more challenging than it should have been. Brice was no stranger to brown liquors, but the alley cat had gone a bit past what his diminutive frame could handle. Skinny as a pole and looking up to almost everyone, she did admire his candor. While no roaring lion, Brice was surprising. For a shut-in, he seemed to manage adventures like this every so often, yowling at the moon as it were. Feeling emboldened by the chemical heater burning in his stomach, he wasn't done surprising her yet.

His place was only a few stops down, so the route was simple enough. He even managed the stairs to her third floor walk up without too much drama, and said a few bashful lines about how much he was going to miss working with her as they stood in front of her door, twilight adding a little more sentiment to the scene, but when he looked up at her with bedroom eyes, Kelli was taken aback.

"Kel, I'm never gonna forgive myself if I don't say this." Her ears perked up, as he advanced forward another step to a more intimate distance. The cat leaned up getting inches from her ear, cheeks lightly brushing, assertively wrapping one hand around the full figured girl's waist, subtly pressing his thigh between hers.

"I'm absolutely crazy about you."

It took Kelli a while to process this information, and even in Brice's liquored state, that much was clear. Leaning on his back feet, he gave her space before spelling out the feelings he had been repressing."I've always thought you were cute, but getting to know you over this last year and change has... you're amazing. I'm never this forward, but I'm not planning on going with it unsaid. Sorry if it's sudden, but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable before... think about it and text me in the morning and let me know how it sounds sober, ok?" All Kelli could do was stammer out a brief "k" of acknowledgement, and stare at him under dim apartment hallway lights. Following his gaze, he caught him for a brief second looking at her forming bulge, her biology giving him a bit of a hint to how well his suggestion was received. One knowing smirk and a "good night" that might as well have been a To Be Continued later, and the calico had slinked his way back down the stairs to make the returning journey home.

If it wasn't for the drinks, it would have been a very restless night, but that didn't seem quite possible, as she passed out the second she flopped down to contemplate, work clothes still donned. That didn't do much to ease her mind the next morning, however. The morning routine would have seemed longer than usual with just the hangover, but the added quandary stretched the minutes on forever. She had never been on more than one or two dates in her life, and never really had any sort of display put on for her like this. Was he just drunk? Did he really like her? How long has he felt this way? How long did he know she was intersex? It wasn't like she hid it or was ashamed, but she preferred to avoid the sex crazed stereotypes whenever possible. Most others she knew were way louder and more receptive to such a gesture than she was, even if she preferred to usually stay reserved. Why now, when she had so many other things to think about! Making cheap coffee and instant oats in a small studio apartment became a test of willpower. Feeling wanted led to unfamiliar thoughts of lust. Is that why he's been dressing a bit more revealing, or was it just to deal with the city summer?

Eventually her thoughts turned again, to what he might look like underneath his usual well worn t-shirt and jeans. Spurned on by a foriegn notion of passion, she didn't make it a quarter of the way through the bowl before setting it down on the coffee table and reaching one hand down her tracksuit bottoms. The temperature radiating off of her could have burned marks into her legs. One finger exploring her wetness became two, and soon she found herself fully involved, working her feminine sex while stroking her cock with the other hand, rapidly rising to full attention, palms working her nearly foot long endowment. Small squeaks of enjoyment quickly turned to rapid panting as she lost herself in her self-gratification. Sure she did this kind of thing from time to time, she was only anthro, but never with this kind of urgency, never with this kind of sensation. Having to tuck her bushy tail to the side to be any kind of comfortable, release came quickly, as she coated herself in her seed, arching her back in an uncontrollable spasm, gasping like the air had been let out of the room. Unable to make much sense of anything but the ticking of the wall clock for about a minute, it seemed like a shower would be much needed time to process these feelings. But before she could even get a full lather going, she reached through the curtains to fumble on the counter for her waterproof model, and brought it close to fire off her reply before she could think otherwise.

"What are you doing Monday night?"

On a packed express bus, making its way through a busy downtown core, Kelli was trying to make sense of what the past four days had even been. Texting went better than okay, turning to a few risky pictures. She wondered who she even was with how much she had gotten into it; now he knew just how far down his pattern went down his chest... and he seemed unphased after seeing what exactly it was he might be getting into. She worried that was going to be the end of the conversation right then and there, until she got a snap back of a very smiling and totally nude cat playing with something he had ordered online that was a bit smaller than she was, but not by much. The way he curled his toes, clawing into his bedsheets. The soft mewl as he worked over his button, obviously being no stranger to this particular pastime. The way he had shot right past all of her carefully built defenses and harnessed their familiarity with each other to get straight to the point.

She wondered if he knew her better than she knew herself. Just getting the orientation paperwork done was next to impossible without her mind wandering, and wardrobe needs called for a skirt instead of the usual urban casual look she prefered. A few glancing looks from some of the meat eaters at the office told the story that she wasn't hiding her arousal very well; it must have been hanging in the air. Kelli may have been the last person to realize what she wanted and had a bit of shame over how stereotypically she felt, but at this point it was clear to everyone.

Her stop came. Then another. Then another. With a deep breath she pulled the stop signal, and made her way up to the cheap old brownstone. She'd been there before, for game nights or other get togethers. He lived a very bachelor life, with furniture it was very obvious he didn't pay a dime for and baseboards very clearly in need of deeper cleaning. But to her, it was the most intimidating place on the planet at that very moment.

She was greeted at the door with a sense of bravado, welcomed inside with a corny bow and a wispy tail. She began to mutter some usual pleasantries like they were about to shoot some terrible public service announcement, but his lips met hers before she could finish the thought, their embrace carrying them to the couch, sitting side by side, hands exploring. Tension faded into automatic behavior, only broken by a startled gasp when he made the first move, placing his hand onto her cotton restrained erection, and shooting her a mischevious glance. "Are.. are you sure?" she managed to stammer with one last glimmer of modesty. Nimble fingers freed her from her constriction, and one long lick from base to tip from his textured tongue gave her the answer to the degree she no longer had to ask any questions.

Taking her cock into his mouth, all she could manage to do was hang on, grabbing him by his scruffy hair, and encouraging his work. Lapping away greedily, he worked the underside of her head, shooting sparks up her spine. Whatever this cat had been up to on his little adventures, he had learned a lot. Burning up in her cute work blazer, she quickly tossed it onto the floor and reclined back as Brice performed his service. Any repose that may have existed vanished as she began to have her virginity somewhat aggressively removed, but complaining about this now seemed like insanity. Pheromones mixed and filled the air, emboldening both of them further. Brice offered a little bit of assistance removing the remaining useless fabric keeping them apart, while stopping to take off his own shirt to reveal his lithe, yet toned frame. She couldn't believe herself as she cut the striptease short, pulling the rear of his neck back down to her dick. A week ago, she wasn't bold enough to say more than a few words in meetings. Now, she was feeding her best friend at work her cock, and as the natural lust filled the air, both of them became less inhibited by the second.

Brice arched forward with his flexible body and took as much of her in as he could, sending her shivering as he timed a wandering paw over her wetness, fiddling with her clit, slowly exploring her. Any neighbor that shared a wall wouldn't have to make too many guesses as to what was occurring as her moans began to echo. She could feel her orgasm building quickly, motivated by skill and musk. Without thinking, she announced "I'm... gonna..." and pulled down the cat's head with both hands, erupting down his throat with her burning cum. Brice struggled to breathe, let alone swallow, and was only let up after she noticed him trying to push back against his much bigger lover.

"Oh god! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she whined, after realizing that something inside her had taken over, and that she might have pushed her capable lover past his limits. Once Brice had cleared his throat with a few hearty coughs, he stared at her and smirked again. "Don't be. This is what I thought I was getting into" he snapped back, leaning back down to clean up what remained on her length. Kelli gazed at him with equal parts amazement and lust, his rough tongue making post-orgasm stimulation a treat all its own, twitching under his attention. Brice slinked to his feet and grabbed her by the hand, tail swishing as he led her in a sleepwalk to his bedroom.

Kelli could taste herself on him as he kissed her again, coyly nibbling with his predator fangs down her neck, catching a glimpse of her tail bushing up as he sank both hands into her plump rear end, pulling her on top of him, pressing her maleness between them. Drunk on another drug entirely, his bravado continued. "Since I've known you..." came a whisper, as he continued to explore and nibble, "you've let yourself be more of yourself... I think there's more... and I'd like you to show me." Meekly, he leaned forward, Kelli's arms propping her up above him. He maneuvered back a bit to the end table, opening up a drawer and pulling out a pump bottle of cheap lube, the same she had seen in the background of a candid snap yesterday. Slinking right back to the end of the bed, he gently pushed her with his footpaws, as she stared at him in lust and shock as he grabbed her wrist and put a pump into her hand, following with one for himself. Brice watched excitedly as her expression changed, his own scent in the room and aggressive affinity getting him what he wanted, as she began slicking her shaft. Had he been paying closer attention, he may have noticed he didn't have the wry smile in the room anymore, but it was too tempting to start working himself a bit, carefully stretching his ring in preparation; while he considered himself no amateur, he knew this was going to be a stretch for him.

"Are you really ready for me?" the squirrel herm almost growled, in a low voice dissimilar to anything Brice had heard come out of her before. He had to grab the bedsheets to steady himself as his lover grabbed his legs and slid him back, pressing herself to his entrance. It was Brice's term to start making the cute noises as she somewhat forcefully slid her cockhead past his ring. She was already hitting his p-spot, and couldn't have been more than a quarter inside him. Kelli giggled as his toes curled into her shoulders, and took advantage of her size in all areas to lift his ass off the bed slightly. Her own pair of bedroom eyes returned fire, giving him the first indication that his time as the forward one in this situation had ended. "Because," she cooed, "I couldn't be more ready for this."

The air shot out of Brice's lungs as she proceeded to ram most of the rest of herself in with one solid shove. Planted to the mattress with her relative strength, he had never felt anything so burning hot inside him. She wiggled her hips, stretching out her new toy with a few gyrations, and before Brice could even comprehend what was happening, Kelli had taken him to the hilt. Not satisfied with her angle, she lifted the scrawny cat up and got her knees up onto the bed, giving her a vector to pound down. Brice could feel the hot drip from her pussy drip on the bottom of his tail, but didn't have long to comprehend the sensation as his lover pulled out halfway, leaving him feeling impossibly empty, before she sent a test thrust back inside. And then another, faster. And then another, harder. Quicker. His own maleness bounced and flopped, in awe of its gigantic counterpart. Had he had time to think or breathe, he'd have noticed just how full he felt, but as she pressed down on his button, all he could do was leak and moan.

Kelli's instinct drove her muscles more truly and confidently than her right mind ever had. The cheap lubricant didn't need to last very long, as her copious pre began to coat his insides, her egg sized balls doing what they were meant to do. The sound of hips slapping added to the vulgarity and inspiration, as she worked out her rhythm. Her stamina was being put to use, as if they had jumped right into this there's no way she could have lasted as long, but having been relieved and turned on to such a degree already, she breathlessly enjoyed every inch. Looking down at her conquest only spurred her on further, breeding instinct needing to fill up this cat as much as she could. Once Brice had mentally recovered enough to balance himself on one paw, he reached the other up to pleasure himself, but startlingly found his wrist grabbed and pinned to the sheets. Kelli planted one foot down on the mattress, giving her an angle to piston nearly straight down. Now finding his prostate hammered directly, he quickly acclimated to his lover's domination.

Paces quickened along with breathing as Kelli lost the last of herself in her desire, powerful hips and expert balance allowing her to drive into her bitch kitty at an alarming speed. Brice was leaking pre like a faucet, it being forced out of him by her cock as much as his own spasms of arousal. Kelli was working him over like a sex toy, unconcerned about his pleasure, but providing it anyway. Her only clue that he was close to orgasm was the tightness around her cock, as she felt his insides constrict in waves. Any tightness was hammered out immediately as the increased pressure only drove her further. Brice erupted without warning, spraying his own face and chest with his cum, and this stimulation did the trick for the squirrel herm as well, as she unloaded rope after burning rope into his insides, testicles visibly contracting with the force of her orgasm. She came for what seemed like minutes, cum leaking out of his ring as she drove, no room in his small passage for it to remain inside. Panting and moaning, she announced her completion with one final hard smack, as audible as it was physical. The lovers could only remain in that position while they gasped, with her cock still fully hilted inside.

Expecting to have time for a little recovery or maybe a smoke break, Brice saw her lover lean back, expecting her to withdraw. Much to his surprise, instead he was grabbed by the underarms and flipped over, and pressed face down into the ruined sheets. Before he had the chance to pose any query at all, he felt his lover stiffening back up inside him... and begin to move again.

"Wh... wai..." came a startled mewl as his claiming continued. "Oh darling" came the response. "I'm not sure you know what you've done to me..." Already filled and exhausted, he found himself looking for oxygen as the assault continued. "You want me to be me, little kitty?" He winced a bit as her balls slammed into his, her pace already having resumed its full force from earlier. "I think this is who I want to be..." He could see the bulge she was making in his stomach from this position, all illusions of comfort or care being erased in that moment. Both from the amount of pheromone that had been shot into his intestines and the pressure slamming into his prostate, he found himself hardening again quicker than he thought possible. She was determined to make sure he didn't have much more time to do any more of that pesky thinking. Now presented with the opportunity to satisfy her primal desire her genes had been screaming about for years, to get over her prudish denial of who she was, who SHI was, her little kitten wasn't about to get off the hook so easily. Nails raked his back as he pawed at the sheets; what was already ruined became tattered in the throes of their sex. This wasn't about making love at any point, but now it couldn't be called anything else but fucking. Brice's nerves were going off like sparklers, new sensations flooding what consciousness he had left. Her bushy tail condescendingly caressed him, letting him know that his roles at the moment were "bottom" and "fuck toy" with all other previous traits now rendered unneccesary.

"Do you like this dick, kitty kitty?" came the unexpected taunt. The predator was quite enjoying having these roles so reversed, and answered back by trying to match pace with her, working out a beat with which to match her thrusts. Kelli's newfound ego wasn't going to accept so meek an answer; not after finally being allowed to let loose. She stopped her gyration, keeping just her cockhead inside of him, and scraped his back once more. "Hmm?" came the coy follow up. The brief repose gave the slutty cat enough time to answer, softly at first, and then with his own truth powering his words. "Yes. Yes!" He was rewarded for his correct answer with the full force of her thighs drilling him resolutely, removing his curse of emptiness immediately and sending more of her seed dribbling down his backside. Having gotten the approval, quickly, his domination resumed at speed.

The cheap bedframe could barely hold together under her drilling, filling the air with metal on metal squeaks. Even with the benefit of having shot twice before, she was fucking to cum, and feeling her insides tense up once again. She filled him up again where there was no room, Brice's gut bulging with the volume he was now being asked to hold. There was no slowing as she rode out her orgasm this time around, sloshing out and forcing in her seed in perverse display. Brice threw his ass back the best he could, desperate for every loving inch, until he joined her bliss, sputtering what little he had left. After she felt herself finally drained, she pulled her impressive length out at last, and stopped to admire the wreck she had left behind.

With release, eventually, came clarity. Slightly ashamed at her actions, she went to lie alongside the still panting cat. "Uh... hey uh... I uh... didn't... hurt you did I?" Looking at his new lover in amazement, all he could do is meekly lean forward, and press his nose into hers.

"So... you'll let me know when your next day off is, right?"

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