{"sf1_id":250,"sf2_id":"P1EAj3O1","title":"Comealong 3000","author":"Wirewolf","words":5371,"posted_at":"2002-12-01T19:41:00.000Z","tags":["F/solo","Machine","Raccoon","Romance","Solo","Squirrel"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/250-comealong-3000","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1EAj3O1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c6/2c/c62c040c-baaf-4db7-ad5f-22d331e35675","description":"","content":" Comealong 3000  \n  \n(c) 2000, Wirewolf  \n  \nLate November in Chicago can be a dismal time and place, Terrick thought to himself.  \nEspecially when you're alone.  \n  \nIt wasn't that he thought the Windy City was a bad town. At the moment, standing by  \nthe huge windows of his room in the Midland Hotel, he could see faint drifts of snow  \ndancing by. The lights of the streets and buildings glowed with a restrained festivity  \npossible only after the wholesome indulgence of the recent Thanksgiving holiday.  \nChristmas was in the air, right beside each white dot that flittered by Terrick's nose.  \nEven the imposing bulk of the old Sears Tower, partially visible from his vantage point,  \nseemed to be a little less impersonal as Yuletide messages scrolled across its darkened  \nheight. Quite captivating, really.  \n  \nIt just wasn't right, though. The snow, the spectacular sights, the undeniably  \ncommanding presence of Lake Michigan just to the east; none of it was worth two tail  \nhairs if he couldn't share them. Having a job as a sales rep for a tech gadget company  \nlike NeoNiche was practically a guarantee of loneliness. He knew Leina understood and  \napproved of his career choice, but that didn't help on nights like this.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The new line of voice activated `Net watches he was currently parading in front of  \nbored marketing stiffs promised to make as much money for NeoNiche as their home  \nholographic projection TVs had. That meant bonuses and sales commissions, more  \nmoney for Terrick and Leina's slim household budget.  \n  \nBut was it worth standing alone in a hotel room on a snowy night in a city more than a  \nthousand miles from the one person who made his life worth while?  \n  \nTerrick had his doubts.  \n  \nWith another in a long series of heavy sighs, he closed the curtains. He picked up his  \ntail brush and went back to working out the tangles that inevitably resulted from wearing  \nhis heavy trench coat. Cold, wet weather was no friend of his. Squirrels are not strangers  \nto snow, and his genemorphic origins had given him fur with plenty of insulating  \nstrength. His tail, however, didn't fair well when exposed to snow or rain. Instead of its  \nnormal plush thickness, it would soon display the characteristics of a soaked feather  \nwhen unprotected from even a light drizzle. So the options were a wet mop for a tail, not  \nthe best choice when sitting in the fashionably upholstered seats of a prospective  \ncustomer's conference room, or wearing a trench coat with his tail tucked up under it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Terrick sat on the edge of the bed and tucked his tail between his spread legs, giving  \nhim access to its entire length. The long strokes of the brush were soothing to him. The  \nsound of the brush moving through his fur and the slight tingling it send up the length of  \nhis tail were comforting. He couldn't help but think of all the times his sweetheart would  \ntake up his brush and treat him to some personal grooming of her own.  \n  \nIt would sometimes begin with long, gentle strokes of the brush over the thick plume of  \nauburn fur. Eventually the brush would work its way to his thighs, smoothing out the  \nlittle swirls of unkempt fur. He would smile and chirr his contentment. The thin, stiff  \nfingers of the brush would then tease the lighter, chestnut colored fur around his sheath.  \nSuch light, easy movements that would inevitably lead to...  \n  \nHe blinked at the sudden chill he felt between his legs. Specifically, the lighter, less  \npersonal touch of cool air along the newly exposed head of his cock. `Damn,' he  \nthought. 'I must be worse off than I thought.' His own grooming had unintentionally  \nmirrored the attentions Leina delighted in lavishing on him. Now he had a dilemma.  \nShould he continue, giving himself the relief he hadn't had since the previous week when  \nhe and his mate had said good-bye in their own intimate fashion? Or would it be better  \nto stop now and go to sleep, as the bedside clock demanded?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He had four more days of meetings with other company marketing reps. Then there  \nwould be at least a day of travel before he could get back to their little house south of  \nBuckeye, Arizona, with its view of the Maricopa Mountains. Five days before he and his  \nloving raccoon mate could be together again.  \n  \nStop or go? Terrick looked at the pink knob still showing between his legs, then looked  \nat the clock. Stop or go?  \n  \nNo contest. He ran the brush over his inner thighs again, working his way patiently  \nupward.  \n  \nThe spell was broken, though. With thoughts of his `coon fem being more than a  \nthousand miles away, the loneliness was more than the teasing stokes of a brush could  \novercome. With yet another sigh, he picked up the TV remote from where it lay next to  \nthe clock and turned on the hotel cable feed.  \n  \n\"- the whole family. Come visit the Field Museum of Natural History and see Sue, the  \nsecond largest Tyrannosaurus Rex ever discovered. And opening this week is our newest  \nattraction, Winger. He's a holographic recreation of the largest T-Rex ever found-\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Flick.  \n  \n\"-formal occasions or casual get-togethers. Come to Changes for all your morphic outer  \nwear needs. From custom fitted suits for any species to-\"  \n  \nFlick.  \n  \n\"-see which one of these players will emerge victorious from their island hideaway on  \n'Predator or Prey?' Brought to you by-\"  \n  \nFlick.  \n  \nA black screen with white text finally showed what Terrick was looking for. Using the  \nremote he singled out a selection on the screen. 'Adult viewing.' He worked his way  \nthrough the menus until he found the genemorphic titles.  \n  \n\"Lessee,' he muttered to himself. \"Umm, 'Three little pigs.' Nah. 'Tails up.' No. 'A  \nwolf in sheep's clothing.' Nope. Ah, here we go! 'Bandit babes.'\" He punched in his  \nchoice and soon had a screen filled with a middle aged raccoon gal nibbling on the ear of  \na younger `coon fem.  \n  \n\"Now, wasn't that worth it?\" the older woman said. The younger, obviously already  \nwrung out and a bit dazed, only nodded. The two cuddled for a moment longer, then the  \nscene faded out. Credits briefly flickered across the screen.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Figures,\" he groused. \"I would have to catch it at the end.\" He carelessly dropped the  \nremote on the table and waited for the porn flick to restart. Before it did, there were  \nseveral ads for adult amusements and services. They were boring and useless. He would  \nhave no time to go shopping during his stay in Chicago. One ad, however, caught his  \nattention fully.  \n  \n\"Have you finished your Christmas shopping yet?\" a sly looking ferret in a bizarre pink  \nspeedo said. Terrick perked his ears. He was, in fact, still debating what to get Leina for  \nChristmas. The ferret grinned a truly lecherous grin and continued with, \"Have you  \nalready gotten the tail brushes and fur conditioner for the friends and relatives, but don't  \nknow what to get for that certain sexy someone?\"  \n  \nThe comment about tail brushes made him blink in surprise, but the part about the  \n'certain sexy someone' made him sit up in bed and pay attention.  \n  \nThe ferret suggestively licked his whiskers and said, \"Then I've got the answer for you.  \nGive him or her a Comealong 3000. It's guaranteed to please most any morphic partner  \nregardless of gender or orientation.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The camera cut to a close up of an odd looking device. It resembled a small barrel with  \na rounded top that was covered in obviously synthetic fur. There was lighter stripe that  \nran from the top of the dome down to a point on the side. A black electrical cord could  \nbe seen trailing off from the base.  \n  \n\"Yes,\" came the ferret's off-screen voice. \"It's the perfect companion for those long  \nlonely nights when you're gone and you're partner's got no one to play with. Or perhaps  \nyou'd like to take the Comealong 3000 with you to keep you satisfyingly entertained on  \nthose boring business trips.\"  \n  \nTerrick wondered how they managed to get a script that seemed to single him out, until  \nhe remembered he was in Chicago, the long standing convention capital of the world.  \nProbably every hotel in the city played this commercial. He found himself wondering  \nabout the price.  \n  \n\"It uses state of the art micro motor technology to form any shape you desire. It can  \nsimulate the muzzle of eighteen different species. It produces any amount of suction you  \nwish. It provides an orifice of any size and tightness, from 'hooker' to 'pucker.' It can  \nform the male member of nearly any dimension. It's heated, it vibrates, and it can piston  \nfrom half an inch to a full sixteen inches. And you can even choose the color and length  \nof the plush, easy to clean synthetic fur.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As the ferret read the description, the top of the furry barrel produced a strange pliant  \nlump that quickly formed itself into a canine muzzle. The jaws opened and closed, the  \ntongue could be seen moving back and forth. It shifted its shape quickly to become a  \nfeline snout, then an equine nose and mouth. As the machine moved through its paces, it  \nemulated all the various sexual orifices a morph could want, then began showing off all  \nthe penises it could offer. The artificial cocks began moving from the top of the barrel  \ndown, following the stripe to allow any desired angle of penetration. As a bonus, the  \nferret promised, it would be programmed with six extra sex toy shapes if the order was  \nplaced within the next twelve hours.  \n  \nTerrick blinked at the screen, considering the sales-ferret's wares. Then he scrambled  \nto copy the web page address before the ad ran out. He stared at the hastily scribbled  \nnote, wondering if Leina would really like a Comealong 3000 as a gift. She already had  \nseveral hand held toys she used, sometimes with him. The price was a bit steep, but if  \nthe web watch panned out as promised, he could afford it easily with his first commission  \ncheck.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He made his decision. He picked up his Palm Cube, the latest in personal data  \ninterfaces (generously supplied by NeoNiche, of course) and spoke the URL aloud. With  \nhis other hand, he stroked his neglected sheath and the unsatisfied member within.  \n\"Sorry,\" he told himself, \"but you've got to wait a bit.\"  \n  \n'Now,' he thought as the page came up. 'Which color would she like?'  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nIt seldom snowed as far south as Buckeye, Arizona. Leina didn't mind. Having been  \nborn and raised in Cut Bank, Montana, less than 30 miles from the Canadian border, she  \nhad seen enough snow to last her lifetime. She preferred the rugged majesty of the  \nMaricopa Mountains to the endless plains covered in white. Much more interesting and  \ndiverse as a winter scene.  \n  \nShe looked over at their neighbor's house. The Birch's house was undecorated and  \nsilent. It was one of the very few houses that were. Not all genemorphs celebrated  \nChristmas. The Birch family, a group of beavers originally from Mexico, didn't. Being  \nthe only other genemorphic household in the little town of Buckeye, they enjoyed being  \nneighbors but didn't understand why Terrick and Leina went to all the trouble to  \ncelebrate a human holiday.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She smiled. The reason they celebrated was simple. Christmas was also their  \nanniversary. This Christmas marked their seventh year together. Seven years, and so  \nmany more to come.  \n  \nLooking into the bedroom in the breaking light of dawn, she could see Terrick still  \nsleeping. From the way his tail was twitching, though, it looked like he'd be up soon.  \nLeina went to put on a pot of hazelnut coffee, Terrick's favorite. Once it was brewing,  \nshe waved on the media set and found a station playing quiet Christmas music. Then she  \nmoved back into the bedroom and knelt by her love.  \n  \n\"Terry,\" she called softly, laying a hand on his slim shoulder. The ear not buried in his  \npillow flicked, swiveled. His light brown eyes quivered open and he moaned. Her  \nsquirrel was not a morning person. \"C'mon, Terry, up 'n at 'em. Coffee's on and the  \nday's getting older.\"  \n  \n\"Uuuhh,\" was the best he could do at first. When she shook his shoulder lightly he  \ngroaned, \"Mmm, can't I have ten more minutes?\"  \n  \nLeina grinned wider and leaned closer to his small, rounded ear. \"Terrick Percy  \nBlackburn, remove thy slumbering limbs from this wasteful pallet.\" She emphasized  \neach word with a gentle poke in his side.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"English teachers,\" was all the squirrel muttered in response. The raccoon affected a  \npouty frown and took to her last resort. She simply nipped him on the ear.  \n  \n\"Ow!\" Terrick shot up and grabbed the offended ear in one hand. \"Dang it, Stripes, ya  \ndon't have to take pieces outta me!\" Leina wasn't worried, though. She'd barely bitten  \nhard enough to dent the skin. Hearing him use his nickname for her told her he wasn't  \nreally hurt or offended. She flashed another grin.  \n  \n\"So bite back, ya big sissy.\"  \n  \nTerrick glanced at his mate. Seeing her smile like that turned his insides to warm  \npudding. She was instantly forgiven for the playful 'assault' on his person. He grinned  \nback at her, showing his large incisors. \"If I did,\" he told her, \"we'd wind up spending  \nthe morning in the emergency room, ya fuzzy burglar.\"  \n  \n\"Bah. You're a wimp.\"  \n  \n\"Oh yeah?\"  \n  \nIt was five minutes later, after the squirrel had 'chased', 'caught' and 'subdued' his  \nraccoon quarry that Terrick got his first cup of coffee. Leina posed a question for him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Do you want to open the presents before breakfast or after?\"  \n  \n\"Eh, before. I want to see if you like what I got you.\" He was already halfway through  \nhis first cup and just starting to feel like the mud in his veins was loosening up.  \n  \n\"OK,\" Leina said, \"but you open yours first.\"  \n  \nTerrick nodded. \"Sure.\" He picked up the small rectangular box from under the two  \nfoot potted cedar sapling they used as a Christmas tree. After the holidays it would go  \nback out onto the porch. Opening his gift, he was surprised to see one of those new  \ninteractive video frames. \"Wow,\" he whispered. He looked at the badge on the lower  \nedge. Surinkii-san. They were NeoNiche's only real competition. Their video frames  \nwere better than what his company had to offer, for now.  \n  \n\"Now I know what you've been doing with all your spare time around the house,\" he  \nteased.  \n  \nLeina nodded. \"Try it.\"  \n  \nTerrick set the six by nine black metal frame on its wide edge, turning it to keep the  \nglare off its lithium plasma display surface. \"On,\" he said. Instantly, a static picture of  \nLeina showed itself. The frame was one of the newest models, so the picture had an  \nundeniable 3D look to it. It was impressive. It looked to Terrick as though he could  \nreach through the frame's screen and touch the miniature Leina inside.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hello, Leina,\" he said to the frame. The tiny 3D Leina in the video frame suddenly  \nsmiled and said, \"Hello, Terrick. How are you?\"  \n  \nThe frame had done an excellent job of recording her image and voice. The powerful  \nCPU inside was synthesizing her movements and speech with amazing accuracy. He had  \nto set aside his urge to do a comparison of its specifications to NeoNiche's version. \"I'm  \nfine. In fact I'm quite happy, thank you.\"  \n  \n\"I'm glad to hear that,\" said the frame. \"You like it?\" asked Leina. \"I didn't know how  \nyou'd feel about it being a Surinkii-san.\"  \n  \nTerrick leaned close and gave her a lick on the cheek. \"It's from you. That's what  \nmatters. Thank you.\" He gazed appraisingly at the smiling raccoon in the frame. \"I'll  \ndefinitely want to take this with me on my next trip.\"  \n  \n\"I added a little something special,\" she whispered, still grinning. \"Tell it you're  \nhorny.\"  \n  \nHe laughed. \"OK.\" He turned to the frame again. \"Stripes, sweety, I'm feeling horny.  \nHow about you?\"  \n  \nThe Leina in the frame took on a sultry expression, her eyes half lidded and her ears  \npitched full forward. Her bright pink tongue swiped her whiskers with slow deliberation.  \n\"Oh, yes, I'm feeling all hot and empty. Want to see?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; To his surprise, Terrick could feel the stirring between his legs that he usually felt when  \nhis mate said that to him. He hadn't really believed a five inch version of her could do  \nthe same to him. When the frame expanded the display to encompass her whole body, he  \nfound himself wondering how explicit it would get, and how hard it would make him.  \n  \nVery, on both counts, it turned out. The raccoon in the frame was kneeling, her back to  \nhim as she bent over and raised her tail. He and the tiny `coon fem in the frame were  \nboth murring. His eyes widened as her black furred hands moved into view to caress her  \nown sex. The polished black claws slid between the sparsely furred lips of her pussy,  \npulling them apart slightly. He could see a hint of wetness there. The detail was  \nastounding. He felt a rushing surge in his groin and realized he needed to back off a bit  \nor he'd become thoroughly distracted. And there was something he needed to do first.  \n  \n\"Pause,\" he said to the frame. The framed Leina stopped in mid-stroke, her head hung  \ndown as she started to feel the effects of her own ministrations. He looked at his mate  \nand hugged her tight. \"It's wonderful. It can't replace you when I'm gone, but it'll  \nremind me how much I love you.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm glad you like it.\" She gave him a quick lick and a kiss.  \n  \n\"Mmm. Now, you open yours.\"  \n  \nLeina grinned as she picked up the box with her name on it. She shook it slowly,  \ncocking an ear to the ribboned top. \"Hmm,\" she said. \"I wonder.\" Then with typical  \ngirlish glee, she shredded the holographic wrapping paper. Beneath was a cardboard box.  \nThere were no labels to disclose its contents. Opening the box, Leina blinked,  \nmomentarily confused. It looked to her like a short, furry garbage can with a lid. She  \nreached into the box and pulled out the mysterious item. She noticed the electrical cord  \nhanging from the base.  \n  \n\"Huh,\" she uttered quietly. \"Well I'll be.\" She set it down and looked at it, noticing the  \nlighter colored stripe amid the auburn fur. She looked in the box for some instructions,  \nbut found none. Baffled, she turned to Terrick. \"OK. I give up. What is it?\"  \n  \nTerrick had to smile, his prominent front teeth gleaming. \"It's two things. First: it's  \nuseless without power.\" He reached over and jammed the plug into the nearest outlet.  \n\"Secondly, it's voice activated. Doggy, lick!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The canine model snout thrust out of the top of the Comealong 3000 and began questing  \nfor a target to lick. Leina gave a short squeal when she saw it, it having surprised and  \nshocked her. She stared at it a moment, trying to puzzle out the purpose of her present.  \n\"Is this what I think it is?\" she asked.  \n  \nTerrick nodded, his grin widening. \"It's your new sex toy.\"  \n  \nLeina smiled hesitantly at first, but when she realized he wasn't joking her smile  \nwidened. The possibilities this toy had came swiftly to her. \"Just how, uhm, versatile is  \nit?\"  \n  \nThat was the kind of question he had hoped for. \"Very,\" he said, and motioned her to  \nlean closer to the device. \"Watch this.\" He placed his hands on the side on the side of  \nthe furred barrel, the synthetic pelt on it nearly matching in color the fur on his arms and  \nchest. \"Leina,\" he whispered. \"Give me a kiss. Please?\"  \n  \nThe raccoon started slightly as a new muzzle appeared. It was very close in dimension  \nto her own snout. It was even the right color. She watched her mate lean close and give  \nthe artificial lips a delicate kiss, then lightly lick the short whiskers behind the nose. She  \nwas uncertain how she felt about seeing him do it. It seemed a tiny bit creepy, him  \nkissing a machine. What bothered her more was the odd twinge of jealousy she felt. As  \nthough she were watching him willingly kiss another female.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Terrick looked up at her and said, \"Try it. It's amazingly lifelike. You'll love it.\"  \n  \nHe was so earnest and eager. She set aside her small misgivings and pulled the large toy  \ntoward her. She leaned closer, feeling suddenly foolish until she thought, 'Nobody's  \nwatching but him, and he just did it. Go on!' With her nose only a few inches away from  \nthe top of it, she used her best bedroom voice to say, \"Terry, I'm lonely. Give me a kiss,  \nwill you?\"  \n  \nA perfect model of Terrick's shorter, rounder muzzle formed, colored just right. The  \nthin lips puckered slightly, and she leaned into the kiss. She was surprised again. The  \nlips were warm! There was a slight puff of air from the nose, as though it were  \nbreathing. And the tongue, slightly wet and warmer, made a half hearted attempt on her,  \nas Terrick was wont to do when he was feeling particularly amorous. She allowed it into  \nher mouth, feeling it briefly touch her own tongue before it moved up to rub along the  \nroof of her mouth. The sensation was the same as it was when Terrick did that for her. It  \nfelt very good, and she allowed herself to fall into the feeling of the simulated organ's  \nstroking.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Mmmm,\" she heard herself moan. When she felt the lips and teeth gently nibble on  \nher lower lip she opened her eyes. Seeing only the rounded top of the toy, she jerked  \nback, leaving the pseudo sciuriform's muzzle without a target. The mouth closed and  \nwent still.  \n  \n\"Wow,\" she said quietly. But Terrick was worried.  \n  \n\"Is something wrong? You seem kind of...\" He trailed off, wondering if she really  \nliked it.  \n  \n\"Oh, no,\" she assured him. \"It's great. I love it.\" She smiled at him, and he could see  \nshe meant it. There was more though, he could tell. Seven years was enough time to  \nlearn to hear the words she \\*didn't\\* say.  \n  \nHe took her hand in his and kissed the pad of her palm. \"But?\"  \n  \nLeina shook her head and shrugged. \"It's just so... lifelike. It's going to take some  \ngetting used to, is all. I've never had a toy that, well, played back.\"  \n  \nRelief swelled in him as he smiled. \"Yeah, I can understand that.\" He laughed. \"You  \nshould have seen me programming it with my face.\"  \n  \nA quirky grin pulled at her lips. \"What do you mean, 'with your face?'\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well, when I called your name, it gave me the default female raccoon muzzle. But  \nwhen you called my name, it gave you a copy of my own face. I had to program it to do  \nthat. You call up the blank template, then you just sorta...\" He flicked his ears and  \nwiggled his nose in mild embarrassment. \"You gotta mash your face into this big gray  \nblob it puts out. You open your mouth so it can do your teeth and tongue and all. Then it  \nstores the shape. It only takes a second.\" He shrugged. \"But then when it has the new  \nface stored, you can program it to do anything you want.\"  \n  \nLeina looked at the Comealong 3000, then at her mate. \"You mean it can even do...\"  \n  \nTerrick grinned slyly. \"Oh, yeah. I taught it all my tricks. Especially your favorite  \none.\"  \n  \nTwinges of lust flickered through her crotch as she considered this. She looked at her  \npresent with longing. \"Would you mind if I...\"  \n  \nHe smiled. \"I was hoping you would. Just pretend I'm off on a trip and you're all  \nalone.\"  \n  \nThe raccoon's tail quivered as she pulled the device closer to her. She leaned close and  \nwhispered. \"Terry, love, show me why squirrels are the best in the whole world.\" The  \nsynthetic muzzle smiled, showing those two prominent front teeth. She knelt in front of  \nit, spreading her knees slightly. Leaning forward slightly, she braced her hands on top of  \nthe furred barrel and moved her hips until she felt the warm, moist nose touch her. She  \nheld still, letting the machine do its work.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Comealong 3000 lived up to its name. The point of Terrick's fake nose rubbed the  \nhood of her clit while his artificial lips grazed the outer lips with feathery kisses. She  \ninhaled deeply as the flat of his tongue extended to the lower end of her slit and traced its  \nlength. The vague stimulation on her button from his nose was just enough to get her  \nattention without taking her attention away from the other things going on. Like the  \ntongue retracing its route, from top to bottom. Another kiss, another nuzzle, and the heat  \nstarted to bring soft sighs to her throat.  \n  \nWithout having to look or adjust her stance, she felt Terrick's copied lips pull back.  \nWithout a steaming raccoon's pussy pressed against them, they would have been forming  \na very unfriendly sneer. Instead, positioned as they were, they were baring his front  \nteeth. Those teeth were then pressed against the hood of her clitoris. As the Comealong  \n3000 moved Terrick's nose and mouth over her sex, those teeth pushed back the tiny fold  \nof naked flesh. Once her nub was exposed, the real stimulation began.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The toy's muzzle moved forward, pressing its lower jaw against the bottom of her  \npussy. The whole thing started moving up and down over her wet sex. The lower teeth  \nlightly dragged against her outer lips, sending electric tingles through her skin. The  \ntongue worked itself in and out of her body, curling and flicking over the entrance before  \ndiving in to probe her again. And the slick hard surface of his incisors rubbed up and  \ndown over her clitty, amplifying the whole experience. It was all she could do to kneel  \nthere while she was serviced by her present.  \n  \nThe room dissolved as she felt her body responding to her mate's loving attentions. The  \nfact that it wasn't Terrick was lost along with all other thoughts. Her head dropped, too  \nheavy to hold up as her mind focussed on the sparks that she could feel flaring through  \nher pelvis. Sighs became louder, mingled with groans. Before long she was grunting as  \ndormant parts of her mind awoke and took over. Her hips began rocking. The  \nComealong 3000 never hesitated, but just kept up its ministrations to spectacular effect.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The train, as she called it, was coming and soon she would be too. Her best orgasms  \nhad always felt like some huge lumbering thing bearing down on her with cataclysmic  \nforce, like a train thundering towards its destination. When it reached it...  \n  \nHer hands were clenched in the fur of the dome, her claws making rounded dents that  \nwould usually be found in Terrick's ears after such a session. Her eyes were squeezed  \nshut, her ears folded back. Her whiskers quivered and her lips trembled. The only sound  \nshe could make now was a rhythmic \"huh, huh,huh,\" as she rubbed against the ceaseless  \nstimulation coming from Terrick's doppelganger. The train came closer and closer,  \nbringing a tightness to her whole body as she fought to stay upright.  \n  \nNearly there...  \n  \nHer legs were shaking now, and she was putting almost all her weight on the top of the  \nfurred dome. Terrick's copy was working her over with patience, never faltering in its  \nslow licking and rubbing. It was all she could do to stay still. Deep within, she wished  \nshe could prolong the feeling that was saturating her, filling every nerve with fire. But  \nher body was not going to be denied the release it sought. She was too close now, and  \nnothing else mattered but reaching that glorious peak. She could hear her own voice,  \ncalling out Terry's name when she wasn't gasping for breath.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Finally, the pressure was overwhelming. She couldn't take anymore. It had to stop, she  \nwas going out of her mind. That's when the train arrived.  \n  \nLeina's inarticulate grunts became short barking shrieks as the intense pleasure burst  \nthrough her body and lodged in her mind. She gritted her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut  \nand folded her ears tightly. She held onto the fur of the toy and pressed her hips hard  \nagainst the muzzle that had stopped licking and was now just rubbing her clit with hard,  \nshort motions. Her whole body thrummed like a guitar string that had been plucked by a  \nmasterful musician.  \n  \nTerrick was awed by the power of the climax his raccoon mate had. He had been able  \nto induce such mind shattering orgasms in Leina only after returning home from a long  \ntrip and they were both starved for attention. He found himself wondering if perhaps his  \nchoice hadn't been a wise one. As she leaned over the device, panting and moaning, he  \nmoved closer to her. She didn't seem to notice him. He gently touched her shoulder,  \nwondering how he would put the question that he wanted to ask.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But how in the world do you ask your mate if her new toy satisfied her better than you  \ncan?  \n  \n\"Uh, Stripes? You OK?\"  \n  \nShe didn't respond at first. She just knelt there, her head hanging, her breath gusting  \nthrough her nose. Her legs were still quivering a bit.  \n  \n\"Hey,\" he said, getting more worried.  \n  \n\"Mmm,\" was all she could get out at first.  \n  \n\"Are you all right?\"  \n  \nA shallow, distracted nod was all he got. He got a heavy feeling in his stomach.  \n  \n\"So,\" he ventured, feeling strangely nervous. \"Who's better, it or...\"  \n  \nLeina's head came up and the words died in his throat. The expression on her face was  \nintense. The effects of her release were still being felt, and it showed in her eyes. She  \nstared at him and he couldn't make another sound. Just before she moved, Terrick had  \ntime for one thought.  \n  \n'Oh, Lord!'  \n  \nAfter that, she had him pinned to the floor, her muzzle rubbing frantically along side his  \nsnout. Her tongue swiped his whiskers, bathed his cheeks, probed the rounded cups of  \nhis ears. She was driven, her lust fired into a consuming frenzy and her lover trapped  \nbeneath her. When she saw the confusion on Terrick's face, she paused, then smiled.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you,\" she whispered hoarsely. \"I love it.\" She licked the end of his nose, the  \nbridge of his snout, the adorable little white spot of fur between his eyes. \"I love you.\"  \nShe pulled back enough to see his face. A smile crept across his muzzle as he  \nunderstood.  \n  \n\"Now,\" she said. \"You had a question?\"  \n  \n\"Uhh,\" he mumbled. \"Umm...do you want to move to the bedroom?\"  \n  \nHer grin widened and she began rubbing her hips against him to show him just what she  \nthought of that idea.  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nThe bedside clock was showing 1:07 when Leina woke that night. Her ears twitched as  \nshe realized two things: Terrick wasn't beside her, and there was a sound coming from  \nthe living room. Quietly, she got up and peeked out the bedroom door into the living  \nroom.  \n  \nThere, bathed in the pastel glow of the Christmas tree lights, was Terrick. He was  \nkneeling in front of her new toy, feeding his cock to the customized raccoon muzzle  \nLeina'd made for him. He was pumping into the fake muzzle with slow, deliberate  \nstrokes and gripping the domed top with both hands.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; 'Well,' she mused, 'at least now I know what to get him for his birthday.'  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nThis text is (c) 2000, Wirewolf  \nIt may be downloaded and printed only with copyright information intact.  \nIt may not be distributed without author's permission.  \nComments or other responses should be addressed to:  \n  \n[[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \n[[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \n[[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}