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A/N: This is a work of furry pornography. If you aren't into it or it's illegal for you, then don't read it. Also, before anybody asks: yes, I know how porcupines actually deal with their quills when mating. This is more fun, though.

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"First step to getting with a porcupine girl."

There was a sharp yelp, followed by a string of cursing. "Y-yeah?"

"Don't be a wuss."

Eric took a very deep breath, and then sharply tugged another quill free. He yelped again at the sharp pain that shot through his wrist, and he pressed his forehead against the shower's wall. "I don't think that feeling pain while pulling spikes out of your skin makes you a wuss."

"You're right, it doesn't," his roommate called from the other side of the bathroom's door. "It's how you react to that pain that makes you a wuss."

Eric pulled the last quill free, and actually bit down on his lip this time to hold in as much of the pain as possible. Only a small whimper managed to slip free from his lips, and he heard Pascal give a knock on the door.

"There, better. Still a bit pathetic, but..."

Eric sighed, and reached down to pick up the small pile of quills he'd made on the edge of the tub. Six quills. That was it. It had felt like a lot more.

The human leaned out of the shower to toss them into the garbage, and then came back in, beginning to wash the puncture wounds in his wrist. None of them were terribly serious; only two of them had bled, and both of those had long since stopped by now. In the back of his mind, he had to thank Pascal for the advice of pulling them out in the shower. The warm water had relaxed the muscles, making the final five quills much less painful to pull out than the first one.

"How the hell do you guys even... you know... reproduce and stuff?" he called to his roommate, trying to use the conversation to ignore the persistent stinging in his wrist. "I mean, if this is what I get for trying to give her a handjob..."

"Well, like I said, a certain lack of wussiness is a plus..."

The human rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we've covered that I'm a wuss. But seriously, how should I approach this situation next time?"

"You sure there's going to be a next time? From what you said, it sounds like it was pretty embarrassing."

"Next time I'll be prepared. Now come on, tell me your secrets. Teach me the art of romancing a porcupine."

Eric heard Pascal snort from the other side of the door. "Fine, fine. I'll give you a crash course. One of the first things you should do is start thinking about your hair a bit more."

There was silence for a bit, but for the steady spray of the shower's water. "My hair?"

"Your hair. Come on, hair's a big thing for us porcupines. Kind of our defining feature, you know." Pascal was quiet for a few moments, and Eric saw his roommate in his head, stroking his chin softly in thought. Then, the porcupine's voice came again. "Use some of my shampoo. Better quality stuff, you know?"

Eric glanced down at the bottle in surprise. He carefully picked it up, and called over, "You sure? I thought you said this stuff was pretty expensive."

"It is. But for the sake of you getting laid, I'll part with some."

The human shrugged at that. "Thanks." He popped the top, and squirted a bit into his good hand, trying to avoid using his injured wrist as much as possible. As he started working the stuff up into a lather, Pascal kept speaking.

"Okay, so porcupines aren't exactly the easiest things to approach. Now this girl..."

"Rita."

"Yes, Rita. She's probably already gained respect for you since you were willing to even give it a go with her. That's to your advantage. You see, you've shown her that you've got guts, and that you don't mind a bit of danger. So now she..."

The porcupine kept on speaking on the other side of the door, but Eric was only half listening. He was busy rubbing the shampoo into his short hair, and closing his eyes as he blocked everything out for a short while. It had been pretty humiliating having his attempted evening with Rita end like that. He'd been working up the nerve to approach her for weeks... oh well, best not to think about it for now. He worked the shampoo into his hair, and massaged the skin.

The human didn't think much about how his wrist wasn't feeling any pain. Somewhere in the back of his head, a stray thought brushed it off, assuming that the warm water was helping or something. If he'd cared to look, though, he would have seen that the six puncture wounds had all healed over, leaving nothing more than a few small scars.

No, instead the human focused on the warm water rolling over him, and the steam filling the air. He wrinkled his nose a bit as a soft scent hit it. It was a fresh and earthy smell, with just a hint of... pine? Eric grinned, and couldn't hold back a chuckle. Of course a porcupine's shampoo would smell of pines.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Uh, yes?" Eric said quickly, shaking his head to clear it.

"What was I just talking about?"

"...Porcupines?"

There was silence for several long seconds.

"I'll pay more attention."

"Good. So, once you've finished your initial approach, you have to keep up that confidence. Otherwise, she'll lose interest fast. You'd be surprised how many guys there are that want to sample the forbidden fruit. You're not the first guy that's gone for her, I guarantee you that. So at this point, you should start..."

Eric genuinely tried to listen this time, rubbing the shampoo firmly into his scalp. His fingers didn't notice how his hair began to clump together, forming into thicker strands. At the same time, as his digits ran through the hair, it was almost as though they were pulling it further, tugging the hair out longer from his head. In very little time, his hair, which had been quite short before, was reaching back to just around his shoulders. At first, the human didn't notice, but soon the added weight from the wet hair gave him pause. He began reaching behind his neck, trying to figure out what was brushing against the top of his back.

"By the by, do you own any good bodywash?"

Eric was surprised by his roommate's voice. He pulled his hand back away from his hair, distracted, and muttered, "You mean soap?"

Eric could actually hear the porcupine's sigh through the door. "You humans don't know anything. Alright, use the shampoo. You wanna smell good for this."

"Is it really that big of a deal?"

"How much do you want to get with this Rita?"

"...A lot?"

"Use the shampoo."

The human shrugged, and started rubbing the suds into his skin. As the porcupine started lecturing again, Eric couldn't hold in a soft sigh. His muscles were slowly relaxing, the warm water rolling over them gradually removing all of the tension. Slowly, his entire body grew softer as his muscles slumped. It felt good, relaxing after the humiliation earlier that night... As he let his mind drift, the hairs all along his body took advantage of the situation to push out further, sliding easily through the relaxed muscles. The bodily hair that the human already possessed got longer, and more hairs pushed free to thicken the pelt soon emerging all across his skin.

By this point, though, Eric's hands had already moved away from his chest and stomach. If he felt the added weight of the wet fur, he wasn't entirely conscious of it. He was simply standing in the shower, feeling the soft heat, breathing in that soft piny scent, and listening, barely aware of them, to Pascal's words.

"...with confidence, but carefully. You don't want a muzzleful of quills, of course. I guess faceful, in your case. So use your hands, always brushing along the sides of the quills, to push them out of the way. Now, one other thing you might want to consider is her..."

Slowly, Eric's head lulled back, partly due to the relaxation, and partly due to the added weight from all of the hair on his head. Unseen to him, the long hair growing on the top of his head swept back with the motion, pulling back over to point behind him. As it did so, the dark hairs began lightening partway down their lengths. Unthinking, Eric reached up and ran a hand through the long, curled back hair, not even noticing the difference. As he pulled his hand along, it was almost as if he was dragging a streak of white from about a third of the way down the thick strands to the very tips.

At the same time, there was an odd, not quite uncomfortable pressure in his face. His forehead creased a bit in confusion as his nose felt blocked for a moment, as though by sinuses. It began pushing forward slightly, dragging his mouth along with it as it pushed into a short, blunt muzzle. His nostrils also flattened out slightly as the muzzle blunted, his nose spreading out a bit.

As his face stopped shifting, his nose unblocked itself, and he took in a breath of fresh air. That was better. He shook his head out a bit, letting those long quills shake as he brought a hand up to rub underneath the new muzzle.

Eric stopped moving abruptly, eyes shooting open.

Wait.

Quills?

Muzzle?

He slowly rubbed that hand up and down along the underside of his muzzle again, feeling the soft fur that had spread across it, and the odd bone and muscle structure. As his hands ran over it, his eyes slowly crossed to stare at the added thing at the bottom of his vision.

He breathed in once.

He exhaled.

He breathed in a second time.

He exhaled again.

He breathed in a third time.

"What the hell!?"

He staggered a bit, and nearly lost his footing on the tub's slick floor. He had to flail an arm out and grab onto the rail to keep from falling over. As he grabbed the railing, the fur swept down that appendage, extremely dark brown like most of the rest. A few of the strands up around his shoulders grew in long and thick, forming into quills of their own, but the rest remained as a short pelt.

"Oi, Eric!"

The transforming human shook his head, noticing the added weight as his crest of quills rattled. "Pascal, I think there was something in that--"

"Yeah, right, just shut up and listen to me? Try not to thrash around so much, your quills will scratch up the walls."

Eric almost lost his footing again, and had to grab the bar with both hands this time. "My... my quills!? Pascal, what in the hell is going on?"

He heard his roommate's exaggerated sigh through the door. "Fine, fine, get out of the shower. Just stop being such a fricking cry-baby."

For his part, Eric was already fumbling with the shower's nob, closing off the water and stumbling out of the tub. He was shaking, partly from shock, and partly from some sort of an odd, new instinct. His new quills rattled as the water flicked off of them. As he shook, the fur all along his lower back and over his rump began pushing out further. The black fur turned into thick, sharp quills, stretching out into a thick bush. The former human groaned a bit at the sensation of added weight spreading across his backside. He couldn't see the quills forming, or watch as they became regularly banded with white and black, but he had a good idea of what was happening.

He was so absorbed in the sensations that he didn't even hear the door to the bathroom opening. It wasn't until Pascal whistled that he even realised he wasn't alone.

"Huh," Pascal muttered as Eric rounded on him. "You got some African descent in you, man? I can never tell with humans."

Eric was at a loss for words. He stared at Pascal for a few long seconds, not moving. Finally, his brain caught up to the situation a bit, and he stammered out, "What!?"

"Well, you turned into an African crested porcupine. I would've figured that you'd become a normal North American one."

There was silence for a few more very uncomfortable seconds. During this time, Eric suddenly became very aware of a pressure on the base of his spine. He tried to ignore the sensation as a very short, blunt tail pushed out, sprouting a fine covering of white quills in the process. "You knew this would happen?"

"Of course I did."

"Well..." Eric tried to find a word that summed up how he felt at the moment. Finally, he settled on, "Why!?"

Pascal sighed, and shook his head. Then, he turned, and grabbed a towel from the back of the door. He tossed it to Eric, and muttered, "Start drying yourself off. Rub with the quills, or else you'll be picking towel fluff out of them for a week." Eric was too stunned to disobey. He started towelling the fur, and was shocked by just how much moisture came away. As he worked, Pascal stepped over, and gingerly took his shoulder. The porcupine turned him around until he faced the mirror, and then wiped some of the moisture away.

Eric stared at the reflection that met him; there was nothing about it to suggest that he had ever been a human. Instead, there stood a soaking wet porcupine with a rather dumbfounded expression on his face. Dark, almost black fur covered him from head to toe, only interrupted by the white quills that made up his hair and the banded ones that formed a thick bush from his lower back to the backs of his knees. He took an uncomfortable step back, and was surprised to hear the tapping of claws on linoleum.

Pascal let him take it all in in silence for a few seconds, then shrugged. "There are a lot of things I could tell you about getting with a porcupine. That said, the easiest way to go about it is to just be a porcupine."

Eric stammered a few indiscernible words out, glancing over to his roommate in a complete lack of comprehension. Pascal waited patiently.

"Are you done?"

Eric nodded, hesitantly.

"Good. So, it's eight o'clock. I figure if we work hard, we can get you dry and find some of my clothes that fit you by eight thirty. That means that you could be at Rita's by nine."

Eric blinked once. Then, abruptly, he started towelling himself again. "Fine. Get me some clothes."

The other porcupine clapped once, chuckling. "That's what I like to hear!"

As the brown porcupine left the bathroom, Eric shook his head ruefully. As he began carefully working over the quills that made up his hair, he couldn't help murmuring, "Rita had better fucking appreciate this..."

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"Rita, there's a gentleman caller for you here!"

Rita sighed, and closed her eyes for a moment. She briefly considered just ignoring the yell, but knowing Kandace, the next step would be pounding on her door.

With a groan, the porcupine rolled over and out of her bed, putting the book she'd been reading down on the bedside table. She stretched for a long, leisurely moment, and then sighed, glancing down at herself. She'd already stripped down to her pajama pants and a bra for the night, and damned if she was going to get dressed up again to turn down some guy.

Nodding to herself in the mirror, the short porcupine walked out of her room, and headed down the stairs slowly, dragging her heels as she reached the ground floor. Kandace glanced over to her from the open doorway, the roo's grin faltering a bit in surprise when she saw how her housemate was dressed. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rita simply raised a paw, waving her off.

"Look, I appreciate your intentions, and I respect how you're trying to show some initiative by coming to find me at my place," she started, closing her eyes and rubbing them as she stepped into the doorway, "but this really isn't the night. I've had a very long day, and I've already sent one sweet guy running home snivelling tonight. So unless you intend to..." Her words trailed off as he finally glanced up, and her eyes widened.

Standing before her was young, male, and undeniably handsome porcupine. She was, in a word, surprised to see him; porcupines were a rare enough sight. Even moreso, from the shock of white quills atop his head, this fellow looked to be an African crested porcupine, an even rarer sight on this side of the pond. He was wearing a casual evening suit, perhaps a bit ill fitting for one of his build, and was carrying a bouquet of roses in one hand. As her eyes roved over him, she got the distinct impression that he was just as off-balance as she was.

There was a very long, very awkward moment of silence. Then, tentatively, the porcupine in the doorway cleared his throat, his eyes dodging down to Rita's exposed midriff and barely covered cleavage only once before he spoke. "Uh, yeah, about that snivelling thing... would you mind if we gave that another go?"

Rita stared at the porcupine in her doorway, then leaned in to look closer. "Eric?"

The porcupine held his hands out awkwardly. "Surprise?"

"What in the hell?"

"It's a long story," he muttered, then paused to think for a moment. "Actually, scrap that. It's a really short story. My roommate had magic shampoo."

"The hell!?"

"Er, sorry to interrupt..." Both of the porcupines turned at once to glance at Kandace, who was carefully leaning over Rita's shoulder with a bemused expression on her face. "If you aren't going to take him, Rita, I'll gladly take him off of your hands for the night."

Rita glared at the kangaroo for a moment. Then, quickly, she turned back to Eric, and lunged forward. The male porcupine yelped a bit as she grabbed a firm hold of the front of his suit jacket and then turned, dragging him into the house behind her. "You can have whatever's left of him in the morning. Tonight, he's mine."

"Rita, this isn't my jacket, please don't wrinkle it too--"

"Don't ruin the moment."

"Got it."

She pulled him along, quickly heading up the stairs before Kandace could make any more remarks. Sure, Eric knew the way from earlier that night, but it didn't mean that she couldn't push him around a bit. She gave him a sharp tug as they crossed the threshold, shoving him towards her bed, before turning and closing the door tightly behind them. She casually slid her lock closed, just in case any of her housemates decided to butt in, then turned back to her rather stunned visitor.

Eric was staring at her, his muzzle hanging slightly open. He was holding his hands awkwardly in front of him, clearly unsure what he ought to do with them. She noted, with some satisfaction, that his eyes were roving over her, the black and white porcupine a bit too surprised to control where they went.

She took a long, deep breath, then casually stepped forward, closing the distance between them. She reached out, and carefully worked the suitjacket off of his shoulders. He didn't say a word as she slid the sleeves off of his arms, and then let the garment fall to the ground behind him.

"Now, where were we before that interruption earlier?"

Even through the new quills, Rita could see Eric's cheeks growing redder. He stammered a bit a she began unbuttoning his shirt, holding his arms out awkwardly to the side. "Well, uh, I think that I was about to, er..."

"If you're done stammering," she interrupted, popping the last button and quickly tugging his shirt free, "you could always help me with my bra."

He hesitated for a few moments, meeting her eyes as she raised an eyebrow at him. He was probably still nervous about the quills. Realizing this, she reached forward, and ran her hands down over his chest, rubbing softly into the muscles. She felt his chest rise once, and then fall, the muscles underneath her fingers tensing for a moment. He reached his hands around behind her, and she grinned up at him as she felt him rubbing over the quills on her back. As his hands came together over her bra's clasp, she let her own hands gravitate downwards to the button of his pants.

He tensed a bit in surprise as he felt her hands there. He carefully finished with the clasp, then pulled the straps forward and down her arms. He held in a groan as the cups slid away from her breasts, leaving them bare before him. Earlier, they hadn't even gotten this far before his hand's wayward expedition had forced them to stop.

As the straps of her bra reached her wrists, Rita casually let it slip off, only letting it halt her work for a moment. She finished unzipping his pants, and began pushing them down. Even as she did, her eyes were widening a bit in surprise. Then, she chuckled, and she glanced back up to Eric.

"Decided to go commando, I see?"

The new porcupine's blush deepened. "All of my underwear would've fallen apart, and my roommate and I aren't on close enough terms to share that kind of stuff."

"I'm not complaining," Rita replied. She gave his pants a shove, and they pooled around his feet, leaving him bare before her. She took a moment to just take him in, looking over his new form. She shrugged very slowly, and then murmured, "Well... not sure how you're liking it so far, but porcupine suits you."

Eric couldn't hold back his own grin at that. He nodded, and then casually hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pajamas. "I'm not so sure myself... I think I might need to give the new body a test drive before I decide."

"A test drive you say..." She slid forward another half of a step, and then their muzzles met, his lips parting easily as they kissed. Their bodies pressed against each other, soft fur rubbing against soft fur. Rita felt Eric's chest rising a bit faster, pushing in a not-unpleasant way against her breasts. His arms came around her again, pulling her in tighter as his hands ran over her quills again. He seemed less nervous about it this time; that was a good start, for what was coming next.

She broke their kiss, leaving both of them panting for breath. Before he could speak, she reached up, and pushed down lightly on his shoulders. Eric didn't resist, letting himself be lead down softly to his knees in front of her. Despite his newfound confidence, he felt some of his quills rising on end as he stared between her legs. Through the thick fur, he could only just make out her slit. The sight of it immediately sent a spike of arousal through him, and he felt his member twitching and rising a bit. Still, he also saw the quills framing her hips, smaller than the others. He gulped as he remembered reaching down there earlier that evening, and the sudden flash of pain...

"Still nervous?"

Eric shivered a bit, licking his lips. He kept his eyes trained on her slit as he muttered, "You might say that."

She reached down and placed her hands on the top of his head, slowly brushing a hand back through the crest of white quills there. As she stroked him, she shrugged, and said, "Don't be." And with that, she pulled his head forward and between her legs.

Eric let out a yelp of surprise, but it was muffled as his muzzle pressed in flush between her legs, and suddenly brushed against that hot, soft flesh. For a few seconds, he remained frozen like that, shocked and a bit terrified that he'd been pierced by quills. He breathed several times, and she groaned at the feeling of his hot breath on her sensitive flesh.

As the time stretched on, though, Eric realised that he wasn't in pain. Hesitantly, he let his eyes flick up, and he saw that his own short quills were doing a decent job of pressing all of hers out to the side, keeping them away from his skin.

It was as he was watching them that he suddenly noticed the strong scent. He blinked, and then his cheeks flushed as he recalled that his muzzle was still pressed flush against her nether folds. He could feel the building heat coming from her entrance, and with it a powerful, intoxicating scent of arousal. He shivered once, and then his muzzle opened a bit wider as his tongue flicked out. He felt her tense above and around him as his tongue dragged once over that slit, his moist flesh teasing and parting her lower lips ever so slightly.

He gave one more long lick, and this time he felt her own moistness gathering. He caught some of it up on his tongue, and as he brought it back into his mouth, he caught her taste; heavy, intense, and filled with barely contained lust. For a moment he just savoured that taste as it worked through his senses, combining with that heady scent and the intense heat and the sound of her gasping. Unbeknownst to him, new instincts, coded directly into his new form, began kicking in, speaking to him and telling him that he had a job to do.

Seeing no reason to deny these thoughts, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing in hard against her. She cried out as he shoved his muzzle against that opening. His tongue flicked out, and this time, it actually parted her nether lips. Her hands clenched on his crest, and he felt the pressure as she pulled him in even tighter, until his lips were flush against hers, and he was embracing her in a lewd, one-sided French kiss.

His tongue explored her depths, sliding in easily and feeling around, running all along her sensitive walls. His breath came in sharp gasps through his nose as his mouth distracted itself, using the full length of his tongue to feel around. Above, Rita was gasping and groaning in pleasure, her chest rising and falling sharply as she felt him invading. Her fingers clenched and relaxed rhythmically with his motions as she tried to get him even deeper, to get more of him inside her, to feel more of that moist, flexible flesh gliding against her.

Abruptly, Eric tilted his head back, and with a loud, wet, slurp, he dragged his tongue up and out, dragging the length all along her clit. At that, her back arched, and she cried out again. As soon as the tip of his tongue flicked past her pleasure spot, he came right back in and started licking her out again. This time, though, he felt the muscles in her hips tensing. His hands massaged her rump cheeks as she slowly bucked herself, pulling back before slapping her hips forward against his nose. Grinning internally, he began timing his licks so that he was withdrawing whenever she pulled back, having just enough time to flick the tip of his tongue over her clitoris before she came in again.

Soon, her hips were bucking so hard that it hurt his nose every time she thrust forward. That didn't concern him, though; he was so lost in his haze of lust that he'd quite forgotten about the danger of the quills covering both of them or any other concerns.

It came as quite a surprise to him, though, when, suddenly, she stopped her thrusting, and pulled back. She kept him from diving forward into licking again by holding onto his headquills firmly. After a few attempts to pull free from her grip, the overheated porcupine glanced up to her.

Rita's chest was heaving, and much of her fur and quills were matted with sweat. He could see the flushed colour of her skin even through that thick fur, and every rise and fall of those wonderful breasts reminded him of the obscene things they'd just been doing.

Finally, after a few seconds during which both of them just panted and stared at each other, Eric mustered up the breath to stammer out, "What?"

Rita took a few seconds to catch her breath before she answered. Her answer, though, was not spoken. Instead, she casually moved her foot forward between his crouching legs, and he shivered as she nudged his rock hard, erect shaft.

Abruptly, he was on his feet, and then they were kissing again. His chest crushed in against hers, feeling the softness of her breasts against him. Their arms were wrapped around each other, running along quills without fear of injury as he walked her slowly backwards. When the backs of her knees pressed against her bed, she fell back without hesitation. He leaned in over her, and they kissed again as he lay out overtop of her for a long, wonderful moment.

As the two of them lay there on the bed, chests heaving against each other, he slowly placed his hands on the bed on either side of her head. He raised himself up, leaning over her, and murmured, "Please tell me that you--"

"Yes, I'm on the pill," she muttered, and she reached a hand up. She pressed it into the fur of his chest, hot and damp with sweat, and began running it down his chest and over his stomach. "Also, try to remember what I said earlier about ruining the moment."

He grinned at her, and was about to answer when her wandering hand arrived between his legs and found his aching shaft. Whatever words he was going to say cut out into groans of intense need. Not giving him a chance to recover, she pulled down on the shaft, slowly guiding it forward. His hips followed her hand's directions, until his tip came to a rest against her entrance.

He didn't pause this time to fear just how (extremely) painful an errant quill would be. This time, as soon as his flesh was pressing against her entrance, he simply moved, letting his instincts take over. Rita gasped as she felt that hot, turgid length running past her fingers and then onward, past her lips and inside of her. Her entire body tensed as he parted her, sliding inch after inch in past her entrance. It felt like it took an eternity, but really, it was all of a couple seconds before his hips came flush against hers, their stomachs and chests pressed together as his member sat deep inside of her. Her entire body felt electric, picking up that intense sexual energy radiating from all of that glorious contact between his shaft and her insides and carrying to every piece of her.

Then the muscles in his arms tensed on either side of her head, and he rose up, beginning to pull himself free. She threw her head back, gasping for breath and whimpering softly as he withdrew until only his head was inside of her. He slid himself back forward, and their hips met again with a slap and a rattling of quills. As he pulled free again, her legs spread wider, leaving herself more open to his thrusts. When he came back down, her back arched, and she wrapped her legs around behind him. He groaned, loving any opportunity to be in more contact with her, and then began another long, hard buck.

He moved slowly, agonizingly so. The gradual pace let her feel every inch as it slid in and out, again and again. She shook her head, shuddering at the overstimulation and not even trying to hold back her groans and whimpers of pleasure.

After what felt like an eternity of slow, measured thrusts, he stopped, fully sheathed inside of her. This left his body lying against hers, their sweaty fur rubbing together as he nuzzled up alongside her muzzle.

"So... how're you liking that?"

Rita shivered a bit as she wrapped her arms around behind him, tousling a hand into his crest of white quills. She pulled his head back slightly, until she could meet his eyes. Then, she replied. "It's good. Very good. Just one request."

"And what would that be?"

Abruptly, her hips jumped, pushing hard back against the blankets on her bed before rising to slap against him. He gasped in surprised pleasure, and she cut off the sound by pressing her lips to his in a lewd, wet kiss. For a few long moments, they just tussled like that, writhing against each other as their tongues invaded each other's mouths. Then, she pulled away from him, just long enough to bark out, "Harder!"

Then, her lips were against his again, and he started moving. She felt his hips rise, and then slam back down, actually rocking her body back into the bed. She gasped into his muzzle, eyes going wide at the shock of pleasure that flooded through her body. And then he did it again. And again. And again and again, slam after slam, each one slamming her back against the bed and sending a hard, powerful surge of pleasure through her.

She suddenly became aware that she was moving too, now; using her hands and feet wrapped around him to raise herself up to meet each powerful thrust. When they met, now, it was with loud, wet slaps, fluid running freely between them as they rode each other's pleasure to new heights. Every time he came down, his chest crushed against hers, sending small shocks of pleasure running through her from the rough treatment on her breasts. This was something new for her; often, when she was with a guy, they had to go slowly and softly, so as to avoid any... unwanted accidents. This, though, was something new; something entirely animal, and primal. Much more physically demanding than any partner she'd ever been with, but definitely much more rewarding.

However, both of them had already been on edge before they started. Now, with the renewed energy and the hard pace, they could both feel each other growing closer. Rita's yelps were getting more frequent, and Eric's grunts much harder, much heavier. Any semblance of rhythm or order they had before began breaking down as they each started losing control.

Then, suddenly, it came. Rita rose up to meet Eric at the exact same time as one of his thrusts came down. Their hips met, and then the male threw his head back, letting out a strangled cry of ecstasy. Rita felt his member throb inside of her, and as the first jet of hot liquid pleasure shot into her, she too went over the edge. Her back arched, and pleasure exploded from her has her internal walls worked over him, milking his shaft as it released its load into her.

They remained joined in that tight, intense embrace of ecstasy for several long seconds, riding out each other's pleasure for as long as they could. Eventually, though, both of them had to give out. The pleasure wound down, and their energy wound down with it. Soon, Eric collapsed down, his arms finally giving out, and Rita went limp beneath him. The pair of them lay there, their chests rising and falling rhythmically, their muzzles laying next to each other.

After a few moments, Eric slowly rolled over and off of Rita, collapsing onto the bed on his back. She shivered a bit as he pulled out, not completely wanting that nice, full feeling to leave. She turned to him, and then curled herself against him, nuzzling against the side of his cheek as he kept panting for breath.

"So..." she finally murmured, reaching out to stroke softly over his chest. "What do you think?"

Eric grinned and turned his head to look back at her. He leaned in, and gave her another peck on the lips. "Well... for all that I'm sure that I'll be spending a fortune on new clothes and pierce-resistant sheets from now on... I'd say it was worth it."

"Good," she replied, chuckling. She met his kiss, then suddenly, thinking, added, "Oh, right."

"What?"

"You know how I said that Kandace could have what was left of you in the morning?"

"Er... yeah?"

"Yeah. I wasn't really joking. It's kind of a house rule."

The porcupine blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"We share whatever we bring home," she shrugged, grinning. "You're going to have a very busy morning."

Eric stared at her open-mouthed for several long seconds. Then, he turned away from her to look at the ceiling again. "How many roommates do you have?"

"There are four of us here."

"So tomorrow morning, I'm going to have to go three times in a row?"

"Yes... that is, of course, if I don't decide to have another turn with you. Either way, let's get to sleep. You'll need your energy come morning."

Wordlessly, she got up, and turned off the lights. Then, she got back into the bed next to him, and pulled the blankets up over them, curling against his side.

Eric lay there for quite a while, wide awake and staring at the ceiling. His final thought before he finally drifted off to sleep was that he was going to have to think of something big to pay back Pascal.