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Cut from chapter 3 and modified for audience.

With that said, if you are not of the legal age to read pornographic depictions of interspecies sex, please stop reading now. If you aren't sure, ask your mom or dad. I imagine they'll be delighted to know that you've sought their guidance.

From a preferential stand-point, this scene depicts a graphic, casual, for the hell of it sex scene between two males. One happens to be a clouded leopard (although he doesn't know that yet), and the other happens to be a Red Kangaroo.

This is my first time posting on SF. (For my very first furry attempts, see furrag.com) Feel free to violate my comments section.

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Makota eyed the kangaroo as they made their way through the stable. He made a decision. "You're Jackson? I'm pretty sure I've seen you before."

The Roo snorted. Away from his father, he was a more mature furson. "Not hard to do. I work in a delivery service, all over this city."

"mmmmr. I'm sure that's true. But I'm pretty sure I've seen you in the ampitheater at Rosie's." Makota ventured.

The roo stopped and sighed. "Technically, I'm an adult. I haven't taken an adult position in the mob, yet, but that's because I've been dodging it for the last couple of years. Either way, I'd rather NOT have my father find out that I've been boxing without his sanction."

"Good grief." Makota said. "I wasn't going to bring it up with him." He shifted his violin case, strapped to his back. "I was just going to ask if it was something that you find fun." He chuffed.

The two continued on their walk, heading into the park.

Jackson hopped ahead a bit, then sat back on his tail beside a bench. "Oh. Sorry. It's something that's been eating at me for a while, I'm afraid I overreacted."

Makota sprang up to the back of the bench, walking along the top of it. "Why? It's just a way to blow off steam, right?"

"Sure." The roo said. "Except I haven't been dumping the prerequisite portion of my earnings into the family coffers."

"Oh." Makota grinned. He shrugged off the violin, setting it down gently on the grass under the bench. "Whatcha doing with the money? Cuz I've seen you fight, you're good. No way you lost them all."

"Oh, I am good." Jackson said. "It's just that Wally is perfectly happy to let me take my prizes in trade, instead of cash."

Makota blinked. "Oh. You're not into. . ."

"Flyers. I'm not into flyers. It's a bit of a problem." Jackson said. "I've tried, but the females of my own species? The joeys have a saying for things they find fairly gross. Ick. Blech. That's how I feel about them. Dad can have every last one, randy, sexy boomer that he is."

Makota couldn't help it, he burst into peals of laughter. "Heh! I thought he was coming onto me. Can't imagine how the females feel."

"Dad isn't subtle. He has stepped out of the species boundary a couple of times. Although that was for. . .never mind."

Makota's ears pricked up. His heart rate sped up a bit. That hanging thought captured most of his attention. "Hey Jackson, ever been with a cat?" He dropped to all fours and sauntered across the bench, seating himself at the end of it. "I don't think I've ever been with a Kangaroo."

"No. I didn't want to risk hurting them. Human females are a lot more. . . flexible, than most of the furman females."

Makota nodded. "I've heard that before. I've even heard it for a reason why so many of the furmans can mate male to male. It's a product of the virus, to keep birthrates down. At least, that's the argument."

"Following that logic, are you attempting to find a reason why I'm not attracted to my own females?"

"I hadn't gone that far with it." Makota said. "But it is a logical argument." He said with a grin.

"No. At least not in my case. If a bunch of my generation mob males start exhibiting the same behavior, I suppose it might stand up. In my case, it's very simple. For whatever reason, for flyers, sex is a chore. I happen to like enthusiastic partners. What are you doing?"

"I promise to be an enthusiastic partner. I kind of, sort of thought I'd be able to convince your dad. He was sending enough 'interested' pheremones that I literally followed him home. Mistake on my part, I know. I should have had him take me somewhere else, home had distractions and obligations." As he talked, Makota moved until he stood between the roos spread legs. He reached up and rubbed his paws over Jackson's long ears, and down his muzzle.

"But it's ok, cuz I found another randy, sexy boomer. One who isn't permanently mated, and likes to play with enthusiastic partners. As far as I can see, it's a win-win situation for me. After all, I've got almost an hour to kill before the train is running the right direction for me."

Jackson was surprised, but intrigued. "Ok. But we need to get off the main path." The Roo grinned. "Do you get motion sick? I've heard some species do."

"I haven't yet?" Makota said, confused.

"Grab your violin. Wouldn't do to have it nicked."

It took no time at all for Makota to slide the violin back into place on his back. He pulled it snug against him so it didn't wiggle at all, a fact he would be grateful for in a short moment.

The roo lowered the top half of his body, placing his forepaws on the ground. "Climb on."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah! This will be fun. . . as long as you don't fall off or overbalance me. But you're a cat, that makes it kinda unlikely to happen."

He climbed on, easily straddling the Roos back. As the roo stood upright, Makota could feel the center of gravity shift. He slid 'down' a bit. He gripped the sides of his 'mount.' "My claws have been filed recently, so you shouldn't have to worry about me gouging you." He said when the Roo flinched.

"Heh. Heh. Good to know! Although the possible risk of sudden disembowelment by taking a corner too fast adds some spice to the deal. I'll start slow, go all the way around the park."

Makota nodded, resting his head on Jackson's back. The Roo sort of smelled tasty. A deep, dry musk scent invaded his nose, causing him to sneeze. Then Jackson began to move. It was a bumpy beginning. No surprise there. But it only took a few hops for Makota to find the rhythm to it. They were starting to move at a good pace, when the Roo slowed, suddenly. "Hey, doesn't the station have lockers?" He called over his shoulder.

"Uh, yeah. Matter of fact. They're down here, too. You don't even have to pay the fare to get to them." The Roo hopped over, finding the entrance. Walls of wooden boxes with simple locks lined the room. An elderly man snoozed in the corner. Makota shushed the Roo, silently sliding into the enclosure where the man slept. He reached into a cubbyhole, leaving money, but liberating a key, and the cat and the roo snuck past.

The Roo shucked out of his vest and pants, surprising the cat. He was left in a snug pair of shorts with a high waist. "The others are baggy, I was afraid they might slide at high speed." He said in explanation.

"Oh." The cat shrugged. "I just want as much fur in the air as I can get." And with that he put his violin in the box, along with almost all his clothing. The Roo snickered, leaning forward and running claws down the cat's butt. "Is the purpose of that undergarment to allow easy access to your rear?"

"That's a side benefit, yeah." Makota said. Fully sheathed, his package wasn't much to look at, especially wrapped in a tiny pouch with rope ties wrapping his legs. Nothing touched his ass at all. He couldn't resist wriggling under Jackson's touch. The big roos smaller forepaws caressed his butt, then wrapped around the base of his tail, tugging on it all the way to the happily flicking end before releasing it. Once freed, Makota pounced quickly, clearing the kangaroos head, and pivoting in the air to land on Jackson's back. The sudden move forced the roo to all fours briefly. Makota leaned forward and licked his ear. "Give me a good ride, stud." The roo shivered a moment, and Makota slithered down to the appropriate spot for balance. Without further delay, the roo moved, putting on speed the moment they left the lights of the station.

It was exhilarating. Makota couldn't think of a single thing to compare it too. The beast between his legs was power and speed in a package deal. They were already moving as fast as the ride he'd taken earlier on the chariot. And by being brave and lifting his body away from Jackson's, Makota could see that the Roo wasn't even at top speed. His tail was still touching down with each leap. Makota also discovered from his new position, he could 'ride' as if he were a jockey on horseback. He found himself panting as he 'pushed' and 'pulled' with each leap. His fur was fully fluffed out, and the cool, rapid moving air would sneak under his tail at odd moments, causing his tailstar to tighten under the stimulation. He had a similar reaction going on in the front. His cock, still bundled up in his single remaining garment, strained against the fabric. He was leaking pre every time he was forcibly pressed against the roos back. He couldn't catch his breath.

They rounded a corner, and for a moment, Makota experienced pure weightlessness. He yowled, causing the Roos ears to twitch back towards him. "Corner again!" Makota gasped. His cock was painfully hard, and the sheath scrunched around it. He could feel his own fur pricking at it, as it rubbed the wrong way. The sensation, instead of detracting from his enjoyment, added whole new levels to the experience. With the next corner, Makota yanked the restricting cloth away, before burrowing his hand back into the short fur.

The wind surrounded him, petting him from crown of head to the tip of his tail in wave after wave with each piston movement of the Kangaroo's legs. The heat and musk of the roo drowned his sense of smell. He climaxed convulsively, nearly losing his grip, which gave him an additional adrenaline rush, and he continued to orgasm and ejaculate. He could feel the roos laugh. They rounded one more curve, and Jackson called back "I'm gonna go fast now!"

As the roo's body lengthened out, Makota hung on for dear life, pressing fully against the charging beast. The wind was moving so fast he couldn't keep his eyes completely open. His heart thundered rapidly, half in fear, half in arousal. It was in its natural position, pointing down between his legs, and growing hard a second time. Jackson angled his body a bit, aiming at a small hill in the park. They bounded up it, and with a mighty push, it seemed they flew. Makota let out a scream, and his balls tightened and his cock spat out his second orgasm as a picnic area appeared and disappeared from sight nearly twenty feet down. The two landed almost forty feet away from their launch point, the big roo's feet blasting sand in arcs with the first touch down. The sand box was left behind, and Jackson hopped heavily a few times before coming to a stop in a stand of trees.

Jackson lowered himself to the ground, and Makota, boneless, slid off. He landed hard on his butt, all the grace inherent in being a cat temporarily absent. "That. Was. amazing." The cat said, looking up at the larger animal. The roo was gulping in air.

"It was. I didn't know I could jump that far with that little bit of a hill." He said haltingly. "I think having you on board made me go farther."

"I have no idea." Makota said. "But I've already cum twice, and I haven't even touched you. It doesn't seem fair."

The roo nuzzled against his thigh. "You came twice?" His large tongue licked at the fluids coating the insides of Makota's legs. "So, just like me, you can cum, then do it again?" Makota nodded.

The roo licked straight up the center between his legs. Then he captured Makota's cock and balls in his mouth and suckled. The cat arched up off the ground. The tongue moved quickly and deliberately against his entire length, and rolled one testicle, then the other, leaving the fur damp as they slid out between his lips. He slurped and suckled making Makota writhe on the ground. "Let me turn over!" The cat finally gasped.

The roo stopped instead, and Makota couldn't suppress the disappointed moan. After some movement, Jackson scooped the cat up off the ground. The big roo had settled back on his tail again. The roo didn't have a lap, his powerful legs settled to the outside of his body. But he could stretch the cat across the knee joints, spreading his legs wide, leaving his ass and genitals completely exposed. The roo looked at the panting cat. "When you're like this, you're pointed this way?" Jackson asked, wrapping his forepaw around the penis.

"I have" panted Makota as the paw rubbed and stroked him, "A more true to feral cat penis than most." He swallowed hard. "It naturally sits just under my anus and points down. . . remaining in it's sheath."

"Ah, this part here." Jackson said, tugging on the loose skin.

"Ahn." Makota managed. "yeah. Completely erect, I will usually point forward, but it's not uncomfortable for me to point either down or behind me some, either." He bucked his hips, sliding the organ under discussion across the broad claws and pads of the roo's forepaws. Makota gripped the roos upper limbs. It took only two or three strokes for him to coat the marsupial's paw. "To be fair, I'm a lot longer and broader than a feral cat of my type would be." He said, resting his head against Jackson's chest.

Jackson chuckled. "You're as thick around along your entire length as I am at my base. I'd feel inadequate, but I have two advantages. You're only five inches long." He turned his paw and started stroking downward this time. Makota leaned into the body and started running his claws through the softer fur in the front. His paws trailed down the belly until they hit bumps, causing Jackson to snort suddenly. "Hey, careful with the family jewels there." The cat was startled. "I'm a marsupial, Makota. My balls are consciously retractable, and hang in front of my cock."

"That's kinda cool." Makota said. "I won't have to contort quite so much to lick your balls while you fuck me." The roo chuckled, then rolled the cat onto his back on the ground. Makota watched, fascinated, while the scrotum relaxed, letting the huge balls dangle. He reached up with his forepaws to roll them around. They were heavy and spongy feeling, as well as big enough to use two paws to hold it firmly. He licked the furry organ, tasting the musky flavor again. He extended his claws, blunt as they were, enough to let the roo feel the individual points of pressure. He got an instant response, feeling the thud of that muscular, heavy tail hitting the ground. Grinning for a moment, Makota started purring and grooming the balls properly.

He started with just licking, and pulling tangles out with his teeth. Soon he had his footpaws kneading the belly below the scrotum, and his forepaws rhythmically squeezing and massaging the ball he was licking. He had them pressed to his chest, so his purring would vibrate them at the same time. It wasn't long before the scrotum tightened up, and Jackson rocked forward two or three times as he shuddered and came. Makota felt the hot, sticky liquid splash against his ass and balls, which were completely exposed in his curled up position under the roo.

Jackson changed positions then, lifting up off his forepaws, and moving forward. Makota continued to lick and suck the feast between his paws. Looking down, the roo could see everything the cat was doing. . . and his returned erection. "There's another surprise feature of a marsupial's penis." He said, causing Makota to stop licking for a moment.

"What's that?" Makota asked in a very cheeky voice.

"It's prehensile." He said, and Makota could feel something touching his penis. It was narrow, and slid alongside his thicker length, then started wrapping around it. The roo started squeezing and stroking, making Makota mewl as he purred. In time he added a rocking motion, and the cat reciprocated. Their breathing became equally ragged as they rocked and humped together for a few minutes until Makota started to cum with a yowl. His pulsing cock throbbed against the prehensile organ, causing it too, to stiffen, and the roo coated the his own scrotum and the cat in several long ropes of cum.

The cat rolled over, nuzzling the damp, sticky balls, licking them, while dropping his shoulders and raising his ass. Jackson gripped the cat in his forepaws, and slowly adjusted their positions so he could penetrate the cat.

The mobile organ was rubbing against his opening, Makota realized. It was teasing him, touching the rim, then running all around the edge before it finally started to enter him. It was so narrow at the tip that it didn't have to push, he was simply being gently opened.

He wanted to move, to be filled, but neither Jackson nor his remarkable control were interested in doing that yet.

It twisted and curled, and see-sawed back and forth. It discovered the soft spongy nub of his prostrate and delighted in brushing against it as it corkscrewed inside him. He finally moved in tandem to it twisting inside, rolling his hips in the opposite direction of its twist. His voice constantly gave quiet little noises, and his cock was dripping liquid either down his legs or on the ground. He hadn't been dangled on the edge of orgasm by a male like this in a long time, and his claws kept flexing in and out in his frustration.

Then the roo surprised him. The forepaws, which had been gripping his hips, pushed him down instead, pinning the smaller cat's chest to the ground. With three quick thrusts, the larger male completely sheathed himself in the cat, and the following thrusts were deep and complete, with the kangaroo's body smacking against the cat's rump.

Makota came again, with a growl and a snarl, his inner passages closing on Jackson's meat, increasing the friction and tension of his next two thrusts. He also came, with a bit of a bellow, and milked himself with several short thrusts. But instead of stopping, he moved his forepaws back to grip Makota above the hips in a classic mounting pose, and began thrusting hard again. Makota could again feel that unique organ flexing inside him. He started thrusting back, and the roo stopped, letting Makota impale himself again and again. This time Jackson went over the edge first, and he bucked into Makota while in the throws of his orgasm. The cat was being nailed so hard, each thrust being powered by those insanely strong legs, that he would have bounced off and several feet away, if he hadn't actively been clinging to an exposed root, and the roo's forepaws dug into his hips. It was over shortly, but Makota was still unsatisfied, but the roo wasn't done yet. He used his tail to balance him as he pulled the cat into a hug, running paws over his back and belly, even as he manipulated that pleasure spot inside. The roo picked drew the cat up and across his legs to face him. Rocking backwards, he could maintain penetration, although he really couldn't thrust much from this position. But his forepaws could reach the cat's erection, and his penis could continue to stroke in and out softly.

It was a nice, gentle way to orgasm and end the encounter. Makota thought. He leaned forward and gave the kangaroo a lick under the muzzle. "Thank you. For both good rides." He said.

They disengaged, and Makota made his way to the stream which fed the pond in Pond Park. He waded out into it and submerged himself as much as possible, scrubbing at various places to get things off and clean up. They made their way over to the station, where Makota retrieved their things. "Oh. Hey, I got one more question for you."

"What's that?" Jackson asked.

"You said earlier, your dad was mating with humans for a reason. Why?"

"To try and breed with one. It never works. We suspect the legends are true."

"What legend?" Makota asked curiously.

"That the Kangaroo furmans are the only ones that developed from ferals. The virus added, in some method, the capacity to be intelligent, social, communicative beings. We really are a separate species." The roo shrugged. "I know our capacity to learn has increased with each generation. There are things my father just cannot understand. Nor can anyone in his generation. If you think of it, we're the only marsupials. We're almost the only herbivores. The only one I know of that breed at all are goats."

And with that food for thought, we parted ways, and I boarded the train for home and Mika.

She was gonna love this story.