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Stella

It was a cold, autumn night in October and things were about to warm up.

The ferret male was undressing himself in the restroom of the second floor bedroom he would share with his partner for the night. He was well built, had fit abs and a firm butt. He was a picture of musteline perfection. He admired himself in the bathroom mirror and did a couple flexes.

He walked out to find his lady friend in bed nude as he was. She smiled at him, winking as she ran one claw slowly across her belly down to her crotch. He could smell her arousal from where he stood and he was certain she could smell his. Her breasts were perky and round covered in the dark fur common in most bats. Her muzzle was thin and pointed like a fox, but other supple features definitely belonged to an adult female bat. Actually, to be more precise, she was a flying fox, beautiful nonetheless.

The ferret stepped towards her as she spread her vaginal lips apart and teased her clit. He knelt before her kissing her first above her navel, then gradually further down until his muzzle joined her fingers in and around her folds. She moaned quietly as his tongue explored her vulva. He was hypnotized by her scent.

Before long, he could already feel her beginning to buck, impaling herself deeper on his muzzle. He slid out with an audible smack to catch his breath. He saw her spread herself farther for him. He climbed on top of the flying fox sucking on her hardened pink nipples and he penetrated her inner sanctum. He stuck himself in her up to his groin. Then, he withdrew part way stopping to let the air of the room cool him down before diving back in. Sometimes, he would pull out till only the glans remained inside her and push in deeper, pressing his tensing balls to the pink outer ring of her vulva.

Their hips bumped wetly with each hard thrust. Their bellies pressed together as did her luscious forms to his chest. Their kisses were nothing if not pure erotic. Her long bat tongue brought different sensations. He loved feeling her slip it in his mouth and tickling his lips. He was loving every inch of her body, this sexy female he had only just met tonight. She wrapped one winged arm around her lover while the other journeyed to his butt until she found his tender brown balls and she began playing with them. "Oh, bitch." He exclaimed upon feeling her claws. He shot load after load of hot cum inside her. She shined through black fur as her climax hit soon after. He fell next to her in bed completely exhausted, his tongue sticking out one side. He was too zoned out to watch what she was doing.

She reached underneath the bed for something before straddling him. As she rubbed herself against him, her one free hand rubbed against his cheek. Then, without warning, she placed her hand over his mouth and withdrew the knife she held in her other then slashed his throat. Now bleeding and unable to scream for help, he could only watch in his fading moments as she repeatedly raised the knife and brought it down into his chest.

The flying fox took a shower wiping herself of every trace of her doomed lover. Afterwards, she dressed into her nightgown and went to sleep in bed next to her latest conquest.

Stella, the flying fox, spent the following week attending to a generally normal work schedule. She worked her days as an accountant. She got along well with her fellow workers and she was a model employee. Even in the workplace, she was very attractive and loved making some of her male co-workers squirm under her seductive gaze. At home, she was often alone. She had never married, never even found some married man to have an affair with, never had any kids. Her only entertainment was from various males she would welcome into her home whenever she was feeling the itch.

Her next date night came the following weekend. Tonight's model male was a skunk. She started things off fairly simple. It didn't take long, however, before she had his shaft in her mouth as she sucked him off on her couch. No matter where she got her dates started, though, she would always lead them to her bedroom where she could deliver unto them the best orgasm of their lives and the coup de grace. This one wasn't as lively as her previous lover, but he made up for it by having one of the cutest orgasm faces she'd ever seen. So much so that she took him into her twice more before cutting him up.

Life continued normally for her after that. It was three weeks before she was over taken by the itch once again. This time around she took home a pair of siamese cats, identical twin brothers named Stanley and Brandon. They were more romantic minded than the others. They treated her to a dinner date and a dance for three at a local nightclub. When it came time for some fun, they still acted like pure gentlemen. They danced a little, caressing her cheek and her neck with soft kisses. They only put their hands on her private areas when she gave the ok.

In bed, they took turns with her. One would make love to her while the other watched and masturbated and vice versa. They were also very creative with how they made love to her. One would play with her breasts while the other would tease her tailhole with his claws. When they came, (with faces that put the skunk to shame) they pulled out and sprayed her belly with their seed. It was then when things became clear for her. She watched with amusement as the brothers began lapping up each other's cum with much enthusiasm; one even became so bold as to lick his own brother's tip. As soon as they were done, the two brothers stared at each other with baby blue eyes and proceeded to kiss each other with the same love and care they had shown her. She laughed silently to herself. They were bi twins. Now she had seen everything. She kissed both cats on the mouths before getting up explaining that she had to use the rest room.

She sat on the toilet, palm to face, contemplating what she'd do now. Normally, when she had done her conquests she had no problem killing them, these were different, though. The men she murdered were usually pigs at heart anyway. These had been so nice and so considerate with her. She could probably let them go. She had allowed some males to walk out of her bedroom with only their privates aching, the ones who could at least show they weren't just after her sex. The twins were definitely that second one, but even then, they were still so different. They showed compassion and dedication in their eyes. They showed love, not just for her but for each other as well. She began to cry for the first time in... she couldn't even remember when she had felt so moved. In her trek to rid this world of males she deemed as unfit lovers she had unwittingly stumbled upon the ones who except for being male they were nothing like what she usually expected from males.

The twins, Stan and Bran, were cuddling together waiting patiently when they heard the sobbing coming from the restroom. Curious, as cats usually were, they approached the door. The blond twin, Stanley, knocked on the door.

"Excuse us, Ms. Stella, is everything alright in there?"

Minutes passed before she found the courage to open the door. The brothers looked on with the same compassion as the orange-haired twin, Brandon asked, "have you been crying Ms. Stella?"

Before she knew what she was doing, Stella broke down before the twins telling them everything of what she had been doing for the past six months since she began experiencing repressed memories from her youth. She explained how when she was only fourteen years old and a newcomer to the United States some jocks from the high school in the small town she was living in had gotten her drunk and forcibly took her virginity. She explained how she had been luring males to her home and anyones she found who seemed to remind her in any way of those bastards who stole her innocence she would kill them before they'd have a chance to go bragging to their prick friends about how much she wanted it. She fell weeping before them fearful for what would happen next.

Stan made the first move. He knelt next to her hugging her and wiping the tears from her eyes. He said how whatever she had done didn't matter to them as she was clearly showing remorse for her wrongdoings. Stan punctuated his forgiveness for her by taking her face in hand and kissing her. Bran joined his brother's side kissing stella after Stanley had done. The three each returned to bed where they fell asleep in each other's arms.

She awoke the next morning in between the brothers. When she saw that they had indeed stayed with her she became overwhelmed again with an entirely different emotion. The emptiness of her soul had been replaced by love and compassion. She wanted to be able to show them this love. She started with Brandon who slept on her right side. She kissed him tenderly on his black muzzle and she rubbed his bare chest. She quickly rolled him on to his back and she straddled his hips. He soon awoke to her rubbing labia over his genitalia.

"Hey." "shh!"

She put one winged finger to her mouth gesturing to stan who still slumbered. He shut himself up instantly and she leaned forward to kiss him. seconds later, they were making love in bed next to his sibling who slept unaware. Brandon's member slid and out of her with ease as she locked lips with him. soon his moves were becoming more erratic. She threw her head and cried out loudly when she hit her climax then he shortly afterward came in her. Stanley caught her preventing her from falling over.

"Fancy seeing you here, Stan." Stan joked to his brother before mounting Stella from behind. "You keeping her warm for me, eh brother?"

The three of them continued to make love and get better acquainted for the rest of her weekend off from work. In time, their affections gave way to full blown love. She had long since forsaken her dark crusade in light of the first of surely many blessed gifts given unto her womb by the brothers.

Word around the office these days is she's expecting her third (her second from Stanley) very soon.

The End