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_Okay, after a lot of time, I finally got my first yiff furry story done. I've been thinking of expanding my hentai writing into furry territory for a while now. Jocelyn was originally going to appear in a more elaborate story called Jocelyn's Song, but I decided on this simpler, more fun one first. The world Jocelyn inhabits is one a created for a story I haven't written yet called Shady Tales, which would be about a Raccoon girl thief.

In a nut shell, Jocelyn is a gray fox girl musician who is approached after performing in the park by a cat girl artist who wants to paint her nude. Naturally, this leeks to a lot of fun that has nothing to do with paint. I hope you all fall in love with Jocelyn as much as I have. I made her Jewish because I don't think I've ever seen a Jewish furry character before. Contains some mild drug use as well._

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HOW JOCELYN GOT HER MUSE ON

By Hardcover

Ten years ago, in the month of November, scientists at a top secret government research facility were working on a project to give ordinary soldiers the enhanced senses and abilities of various animals. The method used was a mutative gene delivered by piggy backing on a harmless virus.

Without realizing it, a low level worker became exposed, and carried the virus to an airport where he was catching a flight to go home for his vacation. And from there it spread all over the world. By the time the scientists realized that the experiment had gotten out, it was too late.

The virus caused anyone affected to take on not only the abilities, but the physical attributes of various animals. Those infected with the virus, about half the world's population, became known as 'Furs'. The various animal attributes they manifested were known as 'totems', most Furs having at least two totems.

Faced with this radical alteration to the species, the human race, as it so often did, simply adapted.

Running her hands along the tightly strung strings of her guitar, Jocelyn carefully plucked the strings, tuning the guitar a little while she contemplated what to play next. The sun over the large park filtered through the oak tree that she stood under, warming up her furry body as her dark furred fingers gripped her pick and lightly strummed the instrument, a Taylor GA5 acoustic guitar, mahogany top with a red cedar body. She ran her hands over the smooth wood feeling the vibrations of the strums in the empty core of the instrument. What to play? What to play?

A good sized crowd had gathered where she stood, waiting for her to start. She looked down at the tip jar next to her guitar case and saw with some satisfaction that it was filled almost to capacity. It was a fairly mixed bunch, smooth and furs alike, which was good. This was a pretty good crowd, much better then a few days ago when her playing had been interrupted by a group of anti-fur activist assholes who turned her concert into a shouting match. Bunch of fascist cocksuckers they were, the bunch of them. And it didn't help that Jocelyn's mother was one of them, which is why her furry daughter was completely estranged from her.

Jocelyn was quite obviously a fur, and her primary totem was grey fox. She was in her early twenties and most of her curvy, voluptuous body was covered in short medium grey fur, but the tips of her long fox ears, her hands, her feet, and the tip of her long bushy tail were all jet black. Also, a swath of white fur led from her chin, down her chest and stomach to her crotch, covering the front part of her body. Her hair, long and wavy just like it had been when she was a smooth, was also white, although the bottom was black. Most people were a little surprised to find out that was its natural color.

Her secondary totem was mountain lion, although it didn't really affect her appearance at all, it more resulted in enhanced speed and agility and excellent night vision as well as the fact that she purred whenever she was happy or contented. Mind you, while she hadn't checked it out officially, she was pretty sure she had a bit of canine totem in her in addition to vulpine proper because whenever she was excited her tail tended to wag in a very un-fox-like display. She didn't really mind, as most people found it cute.

But what to play?

She was dressed in a pair of tight fitting cut off jean shorts that were low riding on her hips, allowing her tail to curve over the back comfortably. She was barefoot as was her wont, and also wore a white short vest that was open to reveal the red strapless bikini top she wore underneath it, her furry cleavage amply exposed. She also wore a silver necklace with a Star of David hanging from the center, a gift that had been given to her on her bat mitzvah when she was thirteen (although Jocelyn hadn't prayed or been near a synagogue since then, the very old Mogen David and its history still meant something to her). Her ears usually stood strait up or at diagonal angles, but today she had them pushed all the way down on the sides of her head to accommodate the dark brown barrette she had on.

Both her ears were pierced multiple times, her right ear three times and her left twice. She also had her belly button pierced, and the sparking ring glinted in the sunlight against the white fur of her stomach.

What to play?

She could always try playing . . . THAT song. But she threw the idea out as soon as she thought of it. THAT song was far too personal, and she hadn't really been able to even rehearse it without crying. No, bad idea. But what was a good idea?

Jocelyn loved acoustic; don't get her wrong, she had a couple of solid Gibson electric guitars at home, but there was something about the hand crafted feel of playing acoustic, of really being able to feel and hear the music without a heavy ass amp to drag around or having to plug anything in that made her prefer the form. Jocelyn was a firm believer in the idea that you didn't need electricity to rock.

It would probably have surprised most people to learn that Jocelyn didn't actually need to do this: Play in the park for tips. In fact, as soon as Jocelyn had moved to the good old Angel City, she had put together a rock/blues band called Jocelyn And The Tone Deafs, and they were doing pretty well with the gigs they got. They were even a regular attraction at a local steam punk bar called The Tesla Coil. She had gone out of her way to get both furs and smooths in the band, and had managed to hook up with some pretty damn good musicians. Also, she picked up a lot of extra money teaching guitar and piano to AC's rich and shameless, mostly the children of various people in the film industry.

No, Jocelyn played here because she loved it. This was where she could play and connect with an audience one on one. You couldn't really do that on stage with the spot light in your eyes. Roger Waters had once said that he often felt there was a wall between him and audience when he went on stage, especially at the big arenas. That idea had formed the core of what would eventually become Pink Floyd's The Wall, and Jocelyn had a pretty good understanding of where Waters was coming from. This was real musicianship, singing your heart and baring your soul to a small group right in front of you.

Ah ha!

She began to play, strumming the guitar in a rapid, upbeat rhythm that made the viewers tap their toes instantly. She played with confidence, feeling the vibrations of her instrument under her hands, her tail swishing back and forth in joy.

She began to sing, "When she wakes it seems so shady She remembers she's a lady Ah but could it be that maybe She was having lots of fun She sees she's wearing leather In her navel there's a feather She just has to crack a smile And close her eyes, her prayer begun."

Truth be told, Jocelyn didn't really have, technically, a good singing voice. Her voice was low and horse, sounding something like a growl at times. But it was good enough for the rock n' roll and blues music that she loved. No one ever thought George Thorogood needed to sing like Pavarotti. Her more charitable friends sometimes compared her to Janice Joplin or Pink, which suited her just fine. Her voice might have been a bit scratchy, but she belted it out with all the passion and fire of opera diva, singing from her heart at all times; reaching deep within herself for those emotions that gave birth to invention and passion.

She had plenty to draw from, in fact. Jocelyn had been born rich, the eldest child of three born to a wealthy family of politicians from Washington D.C, the Bloombergs. She'd had everything in life you could ever want, and frankly she'd been a socialite to put Paris Hilton to shame, despite coming from orthodox Jewish parents. Spoiled, bitchy and wanting to have the best of everything; that had been her.

All that had changed when she woken up one morning when she was seventeen to find her body had been transformed to what it was now. For months she had heard of the fur virus, her mother had been on a campaign to keep all furs in isolation, convinced that they were dangerous and would turn on the smooths if given a chance. Her father had disagreed, but for a time, Jocelyn had believed her mother. Half human, half animal, the furs she saw on TV had scared her.

And just like that, she had been one of them. And her life had turned into a living hell. Her mother had been livid at having a fur daughter, and had locked Jocelyn away in the house, telling her over and over that god had punished her for living a sinful life. Her father had tried to be supportive, but it was really nothing in the face of all her mother's ire. Her mother even tied her up and had forcibly shaved off all her fur. But it was when he had tried to cut off Jocelyn's tail, that she had rebelled. She fought her mother off, resorting to popping her claws and slashing at her.

After that, Jocelyn had run away from home with only a few pieces of clothes in a suitcase. Her mother responded by cutting her off entirely, and just like that, Jocelyn became, for all intents and purposes, an orphan. No longer had the rich girl she had been, Jocelyn learned to live with less, waiting tables and doing other jobs for years before she saved up enough for her first guitar. She'd learned to play when she was a little girl, but now she found her passion for music fired up. She'd dropped the name Bloomberg and had her last name changed to Roxxx and then she'd hit the road, taking in a nomadic lifestyle, much like the old blues musicians of the 1940s that she'd come to admire, living out of motels as she'd headed west, and finally ended up here after years of wandering and self discovery.

And for the first time in her life, she was free. And she had never been more contented. She no longer lived in a grand mansion, but she was just as happy, if not more so, in her small studio apartment.

Her parents, bitterly at odds with each other over the fur issue, had their marriage disintegrate and they soon divorced in a bitter, messy struggle. At least, that's what Jocelyn had heard. Her mother was on the forefront of a Nazi like small but pretty loud movement to have furs removed from America, while her father, now a senator, did seen to have sympathy for Furry Americans as he politically correctly called them. Jocelyn had not had anything to do with either of them, resenting her father for not standing up to her mother with her. Her father had made a few attempts to contact her, but she'd ignored them.

She wrapped up the song, her thoughts fueling her voice as she sang,

"There's a multitude of story Some is clean and some is gory But there is no need to worry If you're sold or if you're bought We're just spinning on some granite That we like to call a planet And if you need to contemplate Well here's an optimistic thought

"Life I embrace you I shall honor and disgrace you Please forgive if I replace you You see I'm going through some pain But now I see clearly And the dawn is coming nearly And though I'm human and it's early I swear I'll never forget again"

As she finished playing, people applauded and more came over and tried to force more bills in the already stuffed to capacity tip jar. She didn't actually have a license to do this, but as Kurt Cobain had once said, "If it's illegal to rock n' roll, throw my ass in jail."

The crowed eventually dispersed after several hearty words of thanks, and Jocelyn began to put everything away. She carefully put her guitar in its large black case, covered top to bottom with stickers from the towns and cities she'd played in, and then she dumped the contents of her tip jar into her large leather purse. She'd count it all back in her apartment. She slung her guitar over her back and her purse over her shoulder, and then she headed off, feeling energized and alive, her tail swishing back and forth behind her contentedly. She'd played well; she'd connected with all those people . . . she felt good.

She remembered something Janis Joplin had once said, "On stage I make love to twenty five thousand people; and then I go home alone."

As she walked down the park sidewalk, the sun warmed her fur. It was lovely day, the sun was shining, but not too hot, the clouds floated in billowing patterns all through the sky. She could hear children playing in the park pool and could smell the tantalizing scent of someone's barbeque. She thought about stopping in at the coffee shop on the corner for good iced cappuccino, something sweat and tasty, and then maybe a hop over to the used book store and the cd store, she had the whole day off, after all.

As she thought about this a voice spoke behind her, "You play beautifully."

The voice was female and Jocelyn turned to see a young fur about her own age coming up towards her. Her primary totem was rather obviously Siamese cat, she was covered head to toe in short tan fur, with some darker brown patches on her back, tail, hands and feet as well as her face. She had wide blue eyes with pupils the distinct slits of cat eyes, and a short feline maw. Her ears were long and pointed, a bit like Jocelyn's but rounded at the tips, and her long feline tail swished behind her. Her hair, on the other hand, was long and strait and jet black in color (probably a die job) streaked with fire engine reds. She was dressed in a loose fitting black t-shirt with a skull and cross bones on it, and a short leather miniskirt accented with a metal spiked belt hanging diagonally on her hips. Her ears were pierced all the way up, as was her belly button, eyebrows and nose. On her feet she wore knee high leather strapped boots.

A metal chick if every Jocelyn saw one.

"Thanks." Jocelyn replied as the girl came up to her.

The cat girl nodded, "I mean really, the way you play, it's like your baring you soul . . . so much fire, I think my heart even skipped a beat. I think I'm starting to be a fan, I know I've seen you at The Tesla Coil, and I'm pretty sure I saw you play at Burning Man."

Finding herself blushing for a second, Jocelyn didn't quite no what to say. Fortunately, the other girl spoke again.

"I'm Caitlin." She told her.

Jocelyn reached out and shook her hand, "I'm Jocelyn, nice to meet you, Caitlin. Lemme guess, everyone calls you Cat?"

Caitlin chuckled, "Yeah, and they all say it like they think they're the first people in the world to ever crack that joke."

"Yeah, they do that to me with 'foxy lady'." Jocelyn laughed and then they both had a good chuckle out of it.

They continued down the sidewalk, chatting a bit. Jocelyn found she liked Caitlin quite a bit. She had a sort of no nonsense attitude and an uninhibited way of expressing herself. Jocelyn liked that, and she found the cat girl fun to talk to.

"So, are you a musician too?" Jocelyn asked her.

Caitlin shook her head, "No, I can't play shit. I'm an artist; a painter, actually."

"Cool." Jocelyn opinioned.

"That's actually why I wanted to talk to you: I want to paint you." Caitlin told her.

"Seriously?"

"Of course. You're very beautiful, with your cool dark fur and that long tail; I'd love to paint your portrait, to capture that on canvas."

"Paint my portrait, huh? Like what, rock'n out with my guitar?"

"No, I want to paint you nude."

That one stopped Jocelyn dead in her tracks, and she actually felt her face flush hot and turn red. It had come out of left field, so unexpected she didn't know how to respond. Furrowing her brow at Jocelyn's silence, Caitlin spoke again.

"Awe come on." She prodded, "Don't tell me you're ashamed of your body?"

"No." Jocelyn answered honestly.

In fact, Jocelyn had done quite a bit of nude dancing at various strip clubs during her nomadic time to make extra money, and had posed for quite a few men's magazines as well. She had even appeared in a couple of low budget amateur porn movies down south. In fact, she had often thought of combining music and stripping somehow, but finding a music venue that would let her get naked on stage wasn't that easy.

Caitlin continued, "The naked human form is the ultimate expression of art. It stimulates all the creative juices in both men and women. And it's lots of fun."

Giving a 'woo hoo', Caitlin turned and lifted up her shirt and bra, flashing a trio of guys who happened to be walking by. Her breasts were covered with the same short tan fur as the rest of her, but her hairless nipples were pink and puffy at the tips. Perhaps predictably, both her nipples were pierced. The guys cheered and gave her thumbs up signs. Jocelyn burst out into laughter; she really liked Caitlin and her zero degrees of inhibition.

"Wouldn't you do better with a professional model?" Jocelyn asked her.

Caitlin shook her head emphatically, "No, amateur models are the best. I can get the raw unrehearsed feeling from them. Don't worry; I'll pay you for your time. And you wouldn't have to hold poses for a long time, I work from photographs. I know that's kind of cheating, but it's really the better approach when you're using amateurs. We can go to my apartment right now, I've got some back drops set up and we can do a photo session. What do you say? Please say yes, I really want to paint you."

A sly grin spread across Jocelyn's face, "Oh, what the hell. Let's go."

It was a short walk, and Caitlin's apartment tuned out to be a rectangular studio in the heart of the art district, right above of a coffee shop. It was done up with all the metal and Goth posters Jocelyn would have expected, a couple of couches and a small cot for sleeping, and a large area set aside for painting. As they came in, Jocelyn pulled her hat off, letting hers ear pop up into their upright position.

"Just put your stuff anywhere." Caitlin told her.

Putting her guitar, hat and purse next to the door, Jocelyn walked into the apartment, looking around. Caitlin went over to where she had a small cabinet and got down on her knees, her tail swishing behind her. She reached under pulling out a large black box, like a jewelry box.

Jocelyn pursed her lips; what was she doing here? She'd accepted the invitation on the spur of the moment, but she didn't know anything about her host. Maybe Caitlin just liked girls and was trying to get her naked. Maybe She was a thief was trying to steal the tips out of Jocelyn's purse. Maybe she was just some loony who made stuff up, and couldn't paint worth a damn.

Caitlin pulled a huge phattie out of the box, "I find this indispensible to the creative processes."

Or maybe Caitlin was her new best friend.

Taking off her vest, Jocelyn reached over to accept the joint. Several tokes later, Jocelyn's head felt like it was going to float away any minute. Jesus Christ, that was like the kind of shit they smoked in Vietnam. Caitlin was busy setting up a back drop and a few lights, and brought out a large digital camera and tripod. She also pulled out a large cream colored shag carpet and put it in front of the backdrop. Looking it over, she was finally satisfied.

"Alright, take it off, girlfriend." Caitlin told her, "Time to get your muse on."

Why not? Thought Jocelyn as she got off the couch, her tail waving a little behind her. She reached behind herself and undid the bikini top, letting it slip off and fall to the floor, exposing her breasts and rendering herself topless. Like her whole front, Jocelyn's breasts were covered in white fur, but her nipples were hairless and distinctly still human in their dark pink color, already a little hard from the exhibitionistic excitement of getting naked for a stranger. She noticed Caitlin's eyes light up at the sight of them. So she does like girls, Jocelyn thought with an inward smile. I'm good with that.

She unsnapped the front of her shorts and pulled down the zipper. She then began wiggling out the tight pants, swinging her hips form side to side as she pushed them down, finally dropping them to floor. She wore blue and white stripped panties underneath, which she also gripped and slipped off, stepping out of them and stripping herself nude. The swath of white fur went all the way down to her crotch, but her pussy was bare and hairless, sticking out from the fur in a rather obvious manner.

"What do you think?" Jocelyn did a few twirls, "Worth the paint?"

Caitlin swallowed before answering, "You're lovely. Please stand over there."

Getting on the rug, Jocelyn was taken through a variety of poses while Caitlin snapped pictures, her tail swishing excitedly behind her. Jocelyn quickly warmed up to the session and began to have fun. But it was when Caitlin asked for one particular pose, that was when things got interesting.

It wasn't actually anything dirty at first, just stand slightly to her side, one hand behind her head, leaning back a little, with her right hand on her belly just above her crotch. She struck the pose, and Caitlin snapped pics.

"Lower your right hand a little." Caitlin told her.

Jocelyn did so, moving the hand lower on stomach.

"A little lower." Caitlin requested.

She did so.

"A little lower." Caitlin said again.

Jocelyn did, and now the tips of her fingers were directly above her vagina. She felt herself start to tingle at the proximity of her fingers, and let herself smile a little. She was probably moist already.

"Just a little lower," Caitlin snapped another picture.

Realizing what Caitlin wanted her to do, Jocelyn felt a flood of naughty excitement rush though her. Well, she thought, if that's what she wants . . .

Sensually, Jocelyn moved her hand down and slid it on to her vagina. She let out a small moan as she touched herself, moving her fingers on the tissues up and down, running them along the length of her pussy. Caitlin continued to snap pictures as Jocelyn slid her fingers inside herself and moved them slowly in and out, her tongue licking her maw. She looked at Caitlin, giving her a distinct naughty look. She could see Caitlin's chest rising and falling in deep breaths and she knew the cat girl was excited.

A rather naughty idea occurred to her as Caitlin moved over and put the camera on the tripod, "Hey, does that thing have a timer on it?"

"Better, actually," Caitlin replied, pulling something off the side and holding it up to her, "It's got a remote control."

Perfect.

Jocelyn beckoned her, "Why don't you get into the picture? Just for fun?"

Caitlin smiled, tapping the top of her flash, "Sure, why not."

Slinking over to where the naked Jocelyn stood, Caitlin got in front of her with her back to her. Jocelyn put an arm on her shoulder and Caitlin clicked the remote. There was a small delay, and then a picture was taken. What a neat function, Jocelyn thought.

Reaching around in front of Caitlin, Jocelyn lifted up her shirt, pulling it up over her bra. Kaitlin giggled and then pulled her bra up, again letting her breasts show. After the picture was taken, the cat girl quickly took her shirt off and slipped off her bra, stripping herself topless. Her nipples were hard with arousal. They posed some more and took various pictures. Keep their bodies close to one another. Jocelyn was enjoying the feel of Caitlin's fur against her own. But she knew she wanted more.

"Take off that skirt." She told Caitlin.

Grinning with joy, Caitlin shoved it down, along with her panties and stepped out of them, rendering herself naked except for her boots. Jocelyn licked her lips, Kaitlin was beautiful, and seeing her naked was a real turn on.

They took more pictures, but it was when they did one facing each other with their boobs pressed together that Jocelyn decided the pretense had gone on long enough. She leaned in and kissed Caitlin on the lips, their maws touching. Jocelyn's ears folded back on her head and her eyes closed as she pulled Caitlin closer to her. Caitlin dropped the remote and wrapped her arms around her new friend. They both purred with delight as they made out, Jocelyn's tail wagging slightly behind her. They sank down to the rug, their maws moving against one another, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Not surprisingly, Caitlin's was a little rough.

Leaning back on her hands, Jocelyn let her new friend kiss down her body, licking and sucking at her hard nipples. Caitlin squeezed her furry breasts gently; feeling the softness of them and making Jocelyn moan a little. As Caitlin moved her head down, kissing over Jocelyn's stomach, Jocelyn tilted her head back, her eyes closed, and her chest rising and falling.

Caitlin reached her pussy, and Jocelyn spread her legs wide for her, giving her full access. The cat girl purred happily, her tail swishing behind her as she gave Jocelyn's wet slit a lick. Jocelyn gasped and bit down on her lip as the pussy began to eat her pussy, licking at the lips and sucking on the clit. Jocelyn moaned and lay back on her back, her legs spread as wide as she could get them as Caitlin hungrily sucked on her pussy. This felt grand, almost divine.

Rolling her body around, Caitlin got above Jocelyn facing the other way, putting her vagina right above the fox girl's face. Now in a sixty nine position, Jocelyn grinned at the sight of Caitlin's glisteningly wet snatch.

"Gimme." Jocelyn said, and plunged her snout between Caitlin's legs.

Licking and sucking on Caitlin's pussy, Jocelyn's sensitive nose flared, taking in her sent. She pushed her maw deep against the slit, feeling her own pussy tingle with joy at the rough touch of Caitlin's tongue. They ate each other like that for a while, enjoying the closeness of each other's furry bodies.

After a while, Caitlin got up and jogged over to her chest of drawers, reaching in and pulling something out. Jocelyn lay on her side, looking over at her, wondering what it was. As Caitlin came back, Jocelyn's eyes lit up as she saw that it was a long red rubber double sided dildo.

"Wanna have some real fun?" Caitlin giggled, holding the sex toy up.

Jocelyn nodded enthusiastically, her tail thumping on the floor, "Oh yeah."

They got down on their hands and knees, their buts facing each other. Each of them reaching between their wide spread legs and gripping one end of the dildo (and each of them raising their tails up and out of the way), they moved closer, slipping the phallus into each other's vaginas. They both let out long moans as they were penetrated, and began to rock back and forth, moving the sex toy in and out of each other, their cries and purrs filling the room.

Rocking her body back and forth, Jocelyn moaned as the dildo did its work, getting up deep inside her. This had definitely been a good idea to come here with Caitlin. She groaned lowering her body to the floor, letting out shrill cries that mingled with Caitlin's. She gripped the rug, her tongue licking her snout as her hair flew about her head, her breasts swinging underneath her like pendulums. Her breaths came in deep heaves, her nose taking in the scents.

And suddenly, she smelled something she shouldn't have.

Her eyes flew open and she shrieked in alarm when she spotted complete stranger sitting on Caitlin's couch looking at them.

"Caitlin!" She screamed, "There's somebody in the room!"

Caitlin looked up and over at where Jocelyn was pointing.

She smiled, "Hi, Kurt."

Kurt waved his hands, "Hey, don't stop on my account, ladies."

With the dildo still inside her, Jocelyn looked Kurt over. He was another fur, like them. His totem was Alaskan Husky, she was pretty sure. He was covered all down the front of his body with white fur, grey fur decorating his back and the top of his head. He wore an earring in one ear, and was dressed in a plain white button up shirt and loose fitting blue jeans. The bulge of an erection already rose in his pants. His long curved tail wagged slowly behind him.

"It he your boyfriend?" Jocelyn asked, looking over her shoulder at Caitlin, as the two still hadn't separated from the dildo.

"He's my agent." Caitlin told her, "He's got his own key."

"Didn't mean to intrude." He said.

Fantastic, thought Jocelyn. Naked, on all fours with a dildo sticking out of her pussy, she couldn't have felt more exposed. But, she had to be honest with herself; it was turning her on to have Kurt there see her like this. Especially since Kurt was, as far as she was concerned, and really delicious example of Husky handsomeness. She felt some shaking as Caitlin pulled herself off of the dildo. Not wanting to just sit there with it sticking out of her butt like a second tail, Jocelyn reached back and removed it, lying down on her side.

Crawling on all fours with her tail swishing behind her, Caitlin purred, "Since we've got the real thing here now, why don't you pop that big dick of yours out and lemme have a taste?"

"Girl, it's like you read my mind." Kurt cooed.

"She read the bulge in your pants." Jocelyn giggled, relaxing a little bit.

Kurt got down on his knees in front of the purring form of Caitlin. Reaching up with her furry hands, Caitlin undid his pants and pushed them down over his hips, letting his erect penis pop out. It jutted out of its sheath, a deep red color, thick and slightly pointed at the tip. Purring in appreciation, Caitlin began to run her hand all over the length of it, licking it up and down with her tongue. Kurt moaned and rubbed her hair as she licked at him, finally taking the cock between her lips and slipping it into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked him.

Kurt undid his shirt and took it off as she sucked on his dick, baring his furred chest. Caitlin sucked on his cock greedily, her tail swishing back and forth above her naked wet vagina. Jocelyn watched them, horny and turned on, her hand gently rubbing her pussy. Caitlin looked hot with a big dick in her mouth; that was for sure.

Stopping for a second, Caitlin looked over her shoulder at Jocelyn, her hands still working on Kurt's dick, "Want some of this?"

Raising an eyebrow at her, Jocelyn replied, "Are you sure you're okay with me blowing your boyfriend?"

Caitlin shook her head, "I told you, he's not my boyfriend. We're just fuck buddies; that's all."

That was all the invitation Jocelyn need, her pussy was moist and calling out for action. She licked her snout and crawled over to them on her hands and knees.

"What a marvelously free spirited woman you are." Jocelyn mused.

She reached over and took the offered cock in her hands, running her thick tongue over the shaft of it. She sucked on the tip a little before letting it slide all the way into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking on his dick, enjoying the feeling and taste of it in her mouth. As she sucked, she felt Caitlin's hand on her tail, and felt it run down and then slip between her legs, the cat girl's furry fingers slipping into Jocelyn's pussy. It was only polite that Jocelyn return the favor.

Jocelyn passed the cock to her friend, and returned the finger favor with gusto. The two furs shared Kurt's cock gleefully, enjoying the pleasure they were giving him.

Eventually, Caitlin stopped and lay down on her back on the rug with her legs spread wide. Kurt stood up briefly and slipped out of his pants, stripping himself nude, and then got down in front of her and stuck his snout between her legs. He began licking and sucking on her pussy, making her moan and undulate her body on the rug, her tongue licking her maw. She purred happily as Kurt ate her pussy, his long snout doing its work.

Her inhibitions crumbling from Caitlin's super joint, Jocelyn walked around behind him and reached between his legs, pulling his cock backwards through his legs, something you could do easily with guy who had canine totems. She put the big thick organ in her mouth again and began sucking it, working her hand between her legs as she did. Her tail flipped back and forth, wagging with joy as she slurped on Kurt's organ, enjoying it fully.

Sometimes she thought girls who said they hated sucking cock were full of shit.

Crawling over Caitlin's spread eagle form, Kurt kissed her lips and rubbed his dick teasingly across her slit. Caitlin moved her hips and twisted her body as he did so, purring with anticipation. Running his hands over her breasts, and tweaking her nipples, he teased her slit, rubbing his dick along the lips.

Wrapping her legs around him, Caitlin pulled Kurt towards her and into her. She gasped and arched her back as she was penetrated, yowling with pleasure. Kissing her again, Kurt began to move in and out, fucking her slowly. Caitlin rolled her hips, matching his thrusts as their grunts and groans filled the room.

"Oh! Oh! Kurt, you do know how to rock a girl's world!" Caitlin cried.

With a bit of bemusement, Jocelyn thought that Kurt having sex with his client was almost certainly conflict of interest. But one really didn't care when one's nether-regions were crying out for attention, and there was no way Jocelyn was staying out of this party.

She crawled over to them and got in front of them on her hands and knees. She pushed herself back so her legs were on either side of Caitlin's head, putting her slit right above her face. She kept her tail raised high in the air so as not to smack Kurt in the nose with it.

"Pardon me, is this face taken?" Jocelyn giggled playfully.

"Ah, nice and wet for me." Caitlin panted as Kurt still fucked her.

Biting her lip, Jocelyn gasped as Caitlin spread her lips with her fingers and slipped her tongue into her pussy, sucking on the clit. She moaned even more and Kurt stuck his snout under her tail and started licking her asshole, making Jocelyn squeal with joy. She rocked back and forth, her hands rubbing her breasts as her two new friends ate her.

It was with a certain amount of satisfaction that Jocelyn thought her mother would have a stroke if she saw her now. Her perfect little daughter now a furry slut engaged in a ménage a trios on the floor of a small medium rent apartment; the woman would just die.

All at once, Jocelyn noticed that Caitlin was wiggling up under her, sliding between her legs and moving her body up so that she was lying under her face to face. They kissed each other, and Jocelyn lay herself down on her new friend's body, their breasts and pussies touching each other.

Caitlin reached towards the back of Jocelyn's body and smacked her ass, pulling her cheek aside.

"Wanna take my friend for a ride, Kurt?" Caitlin cooed.

Looking over her gray furry shoulder, Jocelyn gave Kurt a wicked look, "Oh yeah, ride me Kurt. I know you wanna ride me."

"At your cervix, ladies." Kurt cracked the oldest pun in the book.

Placing his penis against her snatch, Kurt lubed it up with her juices a little, rubbing it against her. He then put one hand on her butt and pushed himself into her. Jocelyn gave a growling yip as his huge girth pressed into her, the extended canine tip going deeper inside. She closed her eyes and moaned as Kurt began to screw her, moving his shaft in and out of her.

She felt Caitlin's lips on her and began to return the other girl's kisses. Caitlin's lips were wet and the soft fur of her face felt wonderful. They made out like that with Kurt fucking her tirelessly, his ears folded back against his head. He pulled out of her, lowered himself down, and entered Caitlin, fucking her for a while.

Back and forth he went, pleasuring the two of them, showing remarkable ability at holding back. Jocelyn rolled her body in joy, her fur and skin pressing against that of the cat girl underneath her. Jocelyn felt like ever single hair on her body had stood up in excitement as her animal passions continued. God she loved a good three way.

The position was broken up when Caitlin shoved up and flipped over on her hands and knees. She reached back with one hand, raising her tail in the air, and pulled her butt cheek aside, opening up her asshole in Kurt's direction.

"Kurt you know I've gotta get fucked in the ass." She begged seductively.

His tongue hanging out, Kurt said, "You know I'm happy to oblige."

With an enthusiastic 'woof', Kurt placed the tip of his long thick penis against Caitlin's rectum and slipped himself in. Kaitlin let out a gasping yowl and closed her eyes as she was sodomized, wriggling her body and twisting it in pleasure as Kurt moved his cock in and out, burying himself deep in her ass. Caitlin gasped and groaned with the true signs of a woman who really loves it up the ass.

Crawling up to her on all fours herself, Jocelyn ran her hands along the sides of Caitlin's face, kissing her with a bit of a hiss.

"Oh, naughty girl, taking in the butt like that." She purred. "I knew there was a reason I liked you."

"Glad you like it, 'cause that's where you're gettin' screwed next." Caitlin panted with a mischievous gleam in her green eyes.

Jocelyn had been turned on to anal sex way down in Mississippi by an older blues musician she'd been shacking up with. She'd learned to love it pretty quickly. There was something transformative about the whole act: Once you did it, you were never quite the same again, as if some whole new world had been opened up. That was also why she loved seeing other girls take it up there.

"Oooo, is that a promise." She grinned impishly, and then kissed Kurt on his maw.

Kurt's red cock disappeared deep into Caitlin's butt, slipping in all the way past the knot, with Caitlin moaning and begging him for more, completely unrestrained and unrepentant. Eventually, Kurt switched back to her pussy, and continued riding her until she began to pant and yowl rapidly, her eyes starting to roll back in her head.

"Ah! Agh! Oh I'm cumming, you're making me cum." Caitlin wailed.

Her whole body shook as she climaxed, yowling and hissing and crying out in joy as she reached her orgasm in a frenzy of feline lust. Her breasts shook under her like jello as her body rocked back and forth in pleasure. She lowered her head to the floor, giving long moans and purrs as the orgasm washed over her.

Pulling out of her, Kurt fell back on his butt, supporting himself on his hands. He hadn't cum yet and his canine member was still sticking out hugely in front of him. He panted a little bit, out of breath.

"Whew!" He grinned at Jocelyn, "She's always such a wildcat."

Again with the awful puns.

Lying on her side, Caitlin had her hand between her tightly closed legs, rubbing her clit and milking that last bit of pleasure out of herself, her eyes closed and purring in ecstasy. She looked cute like that, Jocelyn thought. Standing up, her tail moving behind her, Jocelyn walked over to where Kurt sat.

"Hope you're not done yet," Jocelyn grinned, "My ass needs some attention now."

"Well bring it over here, and let's take care of it." Kurt leered with enthusiasm.

Standing over him, Jocelyn squatted down, reaching behind herself as she settled on his lap and gripping his cock with her furry hand. She guided it to her rectum, placing the tip against the rim and then lowering herself all the way down, driving the thick hard cock deep into her butt. She gasped as a little pain shot through her, but gritted her teeth and bared it. It would subside soon. She began to move up and down, riding Kurt and moving his penis in and out of her. He sat up and reached his arms around her, holding her, while she gripped his shoulder.

Groaning, Jocelyn licked her lips and rode him. The pain was gone and now his dick felt incredible inside her ass. She could feel him reaching far inside of her, almost like her pussy was being rubbed from the inside. She bounced herself up and down has he thrust his hips up, driving it deep. There was a certain advantage to having the fox totem: powerful legs. She could keep this up longer then most smooth girls.

She felt Caitlin's breasts press against her back as the cat girl slid up against her, nuzzling her neck and reaching her hands around Jocelyn's body to gently squeeze her boobs. One of Caitlin's hands slid down Jocelyn's body and slipped between her wide open legs, rubbing her wet pussy and swollen clit. Jocelyn bit her lip as her body shuddered.

In her ear, Caitlin purred, "I want to make you cum while he's in your ass."

Jocelyn moaned, "Oh yeah, oh, make me cum baby."

She felt something wet on her tail and realized Caitlin was masturbating herself by rubbing Jocelyn's tail between her legs. Kurt's cock shoved in and out of Jocelyn's ass, and groaned and grunted as he sodomized her. Jocelyn's body was twisting and undulating like an epileptic eel, her furry breasts bouncing up and down as she rode his dick; her body ruled by the pleasure, all the while Caitlin's fingers worked their magic.

With his grunts and hot breath blowing in her ear, Kurt began to fuck Jocelyn faster, shoving his cock in and out of her in rapid moves. He huffed and puffed, and soon gripped Jocelyn's body hard, squeezing her tight and pushing her up against him.

"Oh, Jacqueline!" Kurt cried, "I'm gonna cum! Bwaghanna! Volcano god is angry!"

The name was Jocelyn, not Jacqueline, and she had no idea what he was talking about, but who cared? It wasn't the first crazy thing someone had said during sex.

He shoved himself all the way into her, shuddering and howling loudly as he came, Jocelyn feeling a flood of cum shoot into her ass. She wiggled with glee as he shot into her, and soon she felt his knot expanding. Bigger it got, and bigger and bigger until she almost felt like she was gonna burst.

Caitlin's fingers still rubbed her clit, and soon Jocelyn was letting out a series of feral yelps and yips. She came hard, waves after waves of pleasure flowed through her body out of her pussy, making her writhe in delight between the furred body of her two new friends. She cried out and moaned with joy as she came, letting the orgasm drive her into wild twists and convulsions.

When she was finally finished, she realized that Kurt had knotted in her and that they were still tied. With nothing else to do until his knot went down and he could finally pull out, they passed another one of Caitlin's super joints around, making out a little and talking with each other; that stoned philosophical talk that usually didn't make much sense after a few hours.

Exhaling the smoke, and passing the joint to Caitlin, Kurt said, "Well, you know, the only real problem with death is . . . dying. If you know what I mean."

Taking a toke and holding it in, Caitlin blew out the distinctive smelling smoke and observed, "Yeah but think about it: Life . . . but only till you die."

Taking the phattie from her, Jocelyn said, "Bob Dylan once said 'The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.' And 'He not busy being born is busy dying.'."

"He also said 'Everyone must get stoned!'." Caitlin replied, and they all burst into gales of uncontrolled laughter.

At some point, Jocelyn realized the knot had gone down, and she could finally take Kurt's cock out of her butt.

About two weeks later, Jocelyn got a call from Caitlin telling her the painting was done, and asking her to come over and see it. Jocelyn hopped on a midtown bus and took it to where Caitlin's apartment was, walking the rest of the way. When she got to the place, Kurt answered the door and let in.

And excited Caitlin stood next to a large canvas on which she'd draped a light cloth. She bounced up and down with an almost schoolgirl like excitement. As Jocelyn came up to take a look, ran up and hugged her first.

"It's finally done!" She declared, "I've never worked so hard on anything in my life! Kurt already found a buyer for it in Paris, but I wanted you to see the real thing, not a print, before we shipped it."

"Cool, let's see it." Jocelyn laughed, getting excited herself.

Caitlin ran over and yanked the cloth off the painting, revealing it, "Jolla!"

Jocelyn's mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged out in shock, her excitement quickly deflating as she saw the painting of 'her'. Not only did the thing not look anything like her, it looked like some kind of surreal Picasso or Dali nightmare!

A gray figure that looked vaguely like a fox was depicted, its limbs spread out in an x shape. Its mouth was open in the manner of a Chinese dragon, and an impossibly long tongue was coming out of it in curls. The figure's head and limbs were detached form the torso and seemed to be floating away from it. The figure had four arms, three breasts, and two tails, and its eyes were bulging wide as if it was about to go mad.

All of this was depicted in front of a dark blue background filled with stars and blood shot eyes. The thing looked like some ungodly cross between a Japanese fox spirit and Kali, the Hindu goddess of death. Almost idly Jocelyn wondered if the Paris buyer was a mental institution.

"Isn't it great?" Caitlin beamed from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "It took a lot of work, but I think I finally captured your essence, your spiritual center. This is some of my best work, ever."

All Jocelyn could do was stare at the painting in stunned silence, her mouth still hanging open.

Why had she even bothered getting undressed?