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Ginger rapped on the door despite the portal already being open to draw Rachel's attention. The chipmunk slouched languidly along the door frame, white lab coat hanging open from her shoulders. "Sorry to wake you, Madame."

Rachel smirked over a shoulder, lying naked on the bed with her gold-hued ass aloft, fresh welts still red beneath her tawny fur. The fennec had been through a straining evening, the kind that made one want to just crawl into bed early but there was no way she was going to miss her night out. "You shouldn't refer to me so respectfully... The Masters will be displeased if they hear."

Ginger laughed, slipping from the door frame and proceeding inward, a sports bag slung over her shoulder. "Wouldn't change anything with your coworkers. I displease them when I knock on the door instead of just coming in. I displease them when I show up socially while they're working. I displease them when I take you out for a regular-people evening." She set the bag down on a bedside chair.

Rachel rolled onto her back with a sigh, eyes lidded while the soft covers tried to lull her to sleep. "Most of them don't do much outside of the bondage scene... if anything." She eyed Ginger and smiled; a tomboy in unisex clothes, a lab coat lending a little feel of exotic authority. Ginger had known the fox would like it.

Rachel's penis was fully erect.

Ginger returned to the door and closed it. "It's hard to believe, really... anyone being so deep into it. I don't even get why you live here when you aren't that obsessed." She returned to the bed and sat on the end of it, watching Rachel's small erection out of the corner of her eye. The hormone treatments had shrunk the penis, shriveled her testicles, impaired the whole organ's function... but she still got horny and she still got hard; sometimes to the point of madness.

Rachel ignored the question; she often did. She lived in and worked at the bondage dungeon, a business for fetishists to live out fantasies they couldn't otherwise indulge that skirted the edges of prostitution laws. Rachel always made it seem like nothing more than a profession, an easy way to make money, but Ginger had a hard time believing it was a job one could do if they didn't enjoy it.

"It's been too long since we went out..." the fox had sat up, reaching out to touch Ginger. Stroking her shoulders and back slowly. Seeking permission.

The line between who Rachel wanted to be and who she wanted to be with could be murky. Desire to have a vagina of her own could make them so attractive... fill her with the desire to touch one, explore one... observe how it worked. Getting a little preview of the one she would eventually have herself.

Ginger unbuttoned her jeans and her shirt, Rachel rapt with attention. The chipmunk stripped below the waist and slid up onto the bed next to Rachel wordlessly. The fennec's massive ears, each as big as her head, perked up and she rolled over on top of Ginger with an excited, lopsided grin.

Ginger had to reach down to stroke Rachel's hair, the little fox already whimpering nervously while her tiny member pulsed excitedly against the chipmunk's leg. Rachel was a midget, though in the upper limits of the range for dwarfism, which left her muzzle right in the chipmunk's nearly flat breasts.

Legs wrapping around the fennec's slim waist Ginger held Rachel's head tight to her heartbeat. Her tail writhed as the slim cock pressed against her slit, hard and eager despite its diminutive size. Rachel was always overeager and a touch artless when she topped someone. The fox didn't really care for it but the need building in her loins was like a compulsion.

The chipmunk was happy to help her friend but there was less charity than she might pretend; she had too much self-respect to give pity fucks anyway. She probably got more out of the experience than the fox did from her desperate release to be honest. Ginger was lukewarm about fooling around with women, not particularly opposed to it but she couldn't get excited about it either. A girl with a penis, though... that got exciting for her. She only feigned her nonchalance to spare Rachel; the girl didn't want complimented as a top, after all, as it wasn't particularly girly to say the least.

Rachel whimpered and panted into Ginger's striped, ruddy fur while she pumped her hips, immediately quick and forceful, driving with all her limited might. Normally this would be considered poor form for a lover, overeager and destined to an early release, but Rachel could take ages anyway... the hormones interfered with the penis' functioning quite a bit.

Ginger groaned a little, squeezing her thighs around the short girl and hugging Rachel tight to her own body. She knew Rachel wanted to have her penis removed... to have a vagina surgically constructed. It would make the girl far less exciting to Ginger, she hated to admit, so she had to get all the fun she could now. She inclined her muzzle and kissed the top of Rachel's head.

The tiny fox eventually came, yapping while her small protrusion pulsed inside of Ginger's loins. It may not push the chipmunk to her limits, or even close, but she loved to feel it anyway. The cute, tiny member made for some adorable sex. She knew the orgasm would be only a tiny dribble, clear and impotent, but she liked to imagine that it was more.

She held Rachel in her arms and legs for several long minutes, petting the girl's thin back and long hair. She finally looked at the clock and decided there was no more time. Besides, she feared the fennec would pass out from the combination of abuse and release she'd had this night if not roused soon.

"We're going to play a bit of a game tonight." She pushed Rachel off of herself, rolling the fox onto her side.

"What do you mean?" Rachel rubbed her eyes while she sat up, spent cock glistening in the low light.

"I'm dressing up as a guy for the night," she likewise sat up with a languid stretch, "and you're going to act like my girlfriend." She felt silly saying that after what they'd just done... but it was true. As much as she liked to make love with Rachel they were just friends. There was no real romance between them though their friendship ran just as deep. "And I've got a special surprise...."

---

The big polar bear clearly didn't know what to do. He looked over Rachel and back at her ID. A passport card... might be the first he'd ever seen, new and unusual as they were. It likely bothered him that he didn't know how to tell if one was counterfeited or not. All he knew was the ID said she was 21, already a suspicious age even if she hadn't looked fifteen. He probably felt like he should turn her away just to be safe but he didn't want to get the bar in trouble for discriminating against someone with a disability.

"Look, I'm her pharmacist," Ginger pulled her nametag from work out of a pocket and it clearly marked her as what she claimed, though she kept her thumb over the name to maintain the illusion of her dress. "This girl just has a medical condition. It's no big deal."

He rubbed his eyes and forehead... he seemed terribly weary. Not tired... just weary, maybe of the world at large. "You have this... but you don't have a driver's license you can show me?" Rachel felt pretty sorry for him. He was stuck with a rough situation... but she would rather leave than show her driver's license.

He'd brought them to the side of the line while he tried to figure out the situation, the skunk working the door just as clueless and less able to do anything about it. Ginger just wanted past him, out to the dull thumping rhythm of music beyond the door. The pair had not been to this club yet but it was getting a lot of good press since its renovations.

Rachel looked at the bouncer's nametag, "Rick, please. If my ID doesn't convince you I don't know what can. Just... let us in or send us away, I'll go somewhere else."

The dejected tone of Rachel's voice nearly broke Rick's heart right there. It was the kind of manipulation Ginger would use on men but Rachel was being completely honest... though she wondered if Ginger was impressed.

"Maybe we can make a deal..." Ginger grinned wickedly and nudged Rachel. Not impressed, no... but the accidental manipulation seemed to have given her an idea. "What do you think of him, baby?"

Rick's brows rose. "Sir... why would you bribe me if you weren't doing anything wrong?"

Rachel could see Ginger was pleased her outfit had done the trick. She knew the way the chipmunk was dressed had been popular with butch lesbians recently and she had worried Ginger's femininity would be too obvious: a derby cap on her head, pinstriped vest over a button-up shirt (the stripes disguised her subtle curves well) and black slacks with loafers. She thought it looked kind of like an old newsie outfit which was, to her, no insult.

Rachel looked up at her friend uncertainly and back at the tall bear. Tall wasn't even the word for it; he was towering. Probably the tallest person she'd ever seen, even taller than her intimidatingly tall employer, though not by much. And he was big, too; it would be a mistake to call him fat, all of that muscle requiring a base of padding. The difference between a body builder and an actual strongman. He was broad in the middle and short in the legs but with imposingly thick muscles all over beneath his pearlescent fur. Next to him Rachel was practically a toy.

"Not a bribe, of course," Ginger waved her paw dismissively. "But a show of good faith. I will share my girl here with you if you make your decision in our favor. I mean, really... you have no good reason to doubt her ID anyway." She grinned wolfishly.

Rachel blushed furiously, her ears drooping. She was suddenly very aware of where her height put her head next to the towering bouncer. But now that Ginger said it she found the idea fascinating, too... and it was so very rare she could just be a girl. At work in the dungeon, it was because she was a "chick with a dick" that customers requested her. It made her plenty of money to put toward her future surgery but it also made her feel quite ambivalent about sex. She wanted to just be someone's girl so badly....

Rachel nodded, though she had no idea how Ginger planned to keep her condition a secret... but the idea of this giant using her like a toy was beginning to dominate her thoughts. "It wouldn't be... entirely one sided."

Rick looked back and forth between them, half like he was trying to figure out their scheme and half like he was trying to make an excuse to accept. Finally he sighed, rubbing his snowy brow again. "Alright, I probably shouldn't... shit, I definitely shouldn't. But I'm going to go for it."

He led them past the line of waiting patrons, grabbing a pair of wristbands from the ID checker as he went and once inside he grabbed another bouncer to replace him at the door, dressed in an identical black t-shirt labeled "staff". Rachel looked at Ginger with a mixture of nervous excitement and jittery fear. Ginger's face was painted with the mad glee of a scheme coming together. She still hadn't told Rachel what her surprise was, either.

Rick finally led them to a door marked 'employees only'. On the other side was a storeroom, stacks of liquor and beer lining the walls along with spare or broken equipment of various types. It wasn't exactly a romantic locale but then this wasn't the most romantic of setups either.

The bear turned to them with a bit of nervousness, "I've never done a threesome before... so, uh... who gets what end?"

Ginger grabbed Rachel around the waist, "you get heads. I'm afraid I must insist on tails." Rick nodded, fumbling with his pants. He didn't ask why, probably assumed it was a territorial thing.

Rachel was relieved; the plan was to keep him from even seeing her penis. It was clever, faking a threesome so he would be barred from her backside. She pulled over a short step ladder and climbed a few steps, putting her up to Ginger's waist height though she had to straighten a little to reach Rick's. She gripped the metal frame and waited for them to encircle her.

Then the bear tugged his thick, black dick out of the open fly of his jeans. It wasn't in proportion to his size, which would have been big enough to club her to death with, but it was daunting none-the-less. She wasn't entirely sure she could get her muzzle around the whole thing. A thick foreskin pulled back over the head while he grew more erect the closer he got to her muzzle.

And then Rachel got really nervous; he wasn't full size yet. What she'd seen has a half hard grower on his way to something frightening. While she watched his cock stretch, thankful that it didn't seem to be getting too much thicker while it grew longer, she felt Ginger's paws slide over her butt. The other girl lifted up Rachel's skirt and tugged down her panties... and then she felt something impossible.

Rachel could feel a protrusion against her ass, fumbling clumsily between her taught cheeks. Rick took a step closer, his thick erection pressing against her cheek, the smell of his pheromones thick in her nostrils. She whimpered softly between the hot press of their bodies.

She nuzzled under Rick's heavy shaft, the surprising weight of his organ bearing down on her muzzle while she pressed her nose into his testicles, lapping at them tenderly. There was no real pleasure to be derived from the taste of a man's balls but their symbolic effect was intoxicating to her. After a moment she nuzzled up the underside of his cock, pressing it up to his soft belly as her head lifted and nibbled gently along its underside with her lips.

From behind she felt what seemed to be a half-hard erection probing through her cleft as it sought her anus. It finally found her opening, just a little too cold to be real flesh, and Rachel realized it must be some sort of strap-on. But it wasn't stiff at all... and she smirked.

Ginger had found one of the uncommon tools used by female-to-male transsexuals, a sort of strap-on made of material that was typically soft, giving the wearer a manly bulge, but that became firmer when pressure was applied, allowing the wearer to penetrate a lover. With the phallus drawn out through the zipper of Ginger's pants and Rachel's body in the way Rick would be none the wiser.

They both entered her at the same time, Rachel slipping her lips around Rick's head just as Ginger found her mark and pressed inward. Rachel moaned loudly around the organ stretching her muzzle wide, tonguing at the trapped head and sliding around beneath the bit of foreskin that hadn't yet peeled back. Meanwhile her anus gave way to Ginger's assault and began parting around the silicon spear, tightly engulfing it.

Ginger slapped Rachel's ass, "oh yeah, take them dicks you little slut!" Rachel almost laughed, possibly the worst dirty talk she'd ever heard, but that was wiped from her mind when Ginger got started for real. She pounded the strap-on into Rachel's ass savagely, the welts and bruises from the day's work screaming under the force of the assault. Even the ladder shifted forward a bit.

Rick did laugh, though, his massive paws cradling Rachel's cheeks tenderly. Despite his imposing size and mass he was amazingly gentle with her, petting her ears and muzzle, down over her shoulders. She locked eyes with him from under her brows while she worked his cock, suckling firmly on the tip, swirling her tongue, and once she felt more comfortable she pressed on. It strained her lips a little and she didn't fit too much more in but he moaned like it was amazing.

Ginger was up on her tip toes, panting and moaning like she was feeling it for real and Rachel wondered if some of that motion was making it to the chipmunk, bouncing back into her own loins. She grabbed Rachel's fluffy tail, tugging it and growling. "That all you can fit? Surely you can do better than that!"

Rachel's ears drooped in embarrassment and she felt Ginger's paws on the back of her head, urging her forward. She tried to push down more but the size difference was just too much... there were limits.

"Oh no, that's just fine..." Rick was smiling dreamily, stroking Rachel's shoulders.

"Hold your breath," and a couple seconds' warning were all Ginger allowed Rachel before pushing her head toward Rick. The fennec panicked a moment and when the bear's shaft rammed the back of her throat she had to swallow to avoid gaging. The thick member slid down surprisingly easy, though the girth did strain mightily and Rachel could hardly believe it had fit at all. Her throat bulged out, her sternum ached and she was sure she could feel his manhood right down in her ribs while her lips and nose nestled into his tickling pubes.

And that sudden jump in sensation was all Rick could take, moaning and squeezing her shoulders tight enough to hurt while his cock pulsed right down her lips and throat, her neck straining under the rhythm. He pumped his semen right down into her belly, bypassing her muzzle altogether. She wouldn't even have a taste... though she could hardly blame him. She wondered how pent up he must have been to finish so quickly, though.

Behind her Rachel could hear Ginger faking an orgasm, lolling her head back and crying out while she bucked her hips in hard, short thrusts. The strap-on worked Rachel's ass well but there was no variation in it, no build up... and worse, it was rubbing at the wrong points inside. Some points gave her a sort of "girl orgasm" that admittedly might be mostly in her head but felt so wonderful. Other points, like her prostate, made her penis flare up and drove that male orgasm that she didn't much care for but couldn't resist. Much more and it'd be hard to hide her growing shaft.

Rick pulled out first, more from her gag reflex pushing him than his own actions, and while she panted with his slowly wilting shaft against her cheek Ginger slipped slowly from her ass, stuffing the strap on into her pants before Rick could see. Rachel reached down while still bent over, her own body hiding her half-erection from sight while she slipped it back between her thighs and pulled up her panties to hold it in place.

Rick whistled, his soft cock still hanging out of his pants. "Wow... if you aren't at least 21 then you're getting way too much practice at that." He placed the two wristbands he'd grabbed earlier on Rachel's back and gave her a wink, "I hope you two come back lots."

Rachel couldn't speak, her throat still too tortured from being forced to swallow the massive shaft. She wasn't angry, though; in all honesty, she wished Ginger would take control of her more. She knew the girl could never be a Domme for her, the desire to take charge just wasn't in her, but Rachel still wished for it.

She nodded to Rick with a weak, panting smile. Ginger patted her back, "We'll see."

---

Rick settled into a stool at the bar, the seat creaking a little under his considerable weight. The stool held, though, as it always did. Like the bar it could grate on his nerves but it was reliable.

Dominique glanced over at him from a gathering of patrons, serving up drinks. The squirrel doe was busy and he knew she'd be a minute. He didn't mind; he wanted the seat more than the drink.

"Taking a break already?" She'd finally dealt with the orders and gotten another bartender covering. She was quite a contrast to him, the squirrel thin and pure ebon. He often thought they would make sense as a couple but it felt so terribly wrong whenever he was near her. They were friends, aggressively so.

"Just need a sit down... after that." He didn't elaborate while she poured him a whisky.

Her brows rose with curiosity, "that? What was 'that'?"

He took a long sip, "a couple just invited me to a threesome. Got a blowjob in the backroom."

He figured his frankness would shock her but she didn't miss a beat, "were they underage?"

"God damn it," he glared at her. "No. I don't think so. One of them looked really young but her ID seemed legit. While I was trying to decide if I should trust it, well... they offered."

She shook her head, leaning on the bar. "You're going to get in a lot of trouble one of these days, you know. And the boss, he's going to make sure it's all hanging around your neck. He won't risk his bar to stand beside you when you fuck up."

He sighed and nodded, "I know... it's just, it's been so long, you know?"

She suddenly perked up, "wait, you dumped her?"

Rick shook his head, "she dumped me. Not that I cared much, I mean, you know I hated her, too. Should have left her long ago but it's hard. But yeah, been a while since I've slept with anyone."

Dominique sighed, her massive tail wavering behind her. Rick was amazed it didn't constantly knock over bottles and glasses. "It's not much of an excuse but I'm glad that bitch is out of your life. Now you can finally move on. Start dating people as opposed to god-damned harpies."

Rick took another long sip, still thinking about the tiny little fox. "Yeah, gotta get back in the game, I guess."

Dominque gave him a sharp look. She could hear it in his voice; he didn't really mean those words. His eyes were far off and dreamy. "Rick, don't tell me you're going to pursue a girl who was just here with her boyfriend? I don't care if she sucked your dick or not, that's shitty."

Rick scowled, his empty cup clacking as it hit the counter. "I don't need your warnings, damn it! I liked her but I know better." He didn't, though. He didn't want to accept it. He didn't think he had it in him to share a girl with another man, though. Did he have the heart to try and break them up?

He shook his head. What was he thinking? He didn't really know her; didn't know if they were really a match.

"You should give that penguin guy a call. You two were cute together," Dominique smirked at him, fidgeting with his empty glass.

"Damn it, I'm not gay!" He got up abruptly, nearly toppling the stool. "I was drunk. And you talked me into it!" He marched away grumpily, trying not to hear her laughter following him.

This had been a bad year for romance. He sometimes wondered if he had the capacity to love, even to like, anymore. He felt a chivalrous heart in him still, somewhere deep down, but bitterness had taken him over so badly these days. Somehow that tiny girl and her layers of vulnerability had drawn tenderness out of him again. So maybe it wasn't her he liked so much but how she'd made him feel.

Her image floated behind his eyelids, a plaid skirt that did nothing to make her look older than the teenager he feared she might be and a black tank top with knee high boots on her paws. A simple outfit but it looked good on her. Her tiny frame was exciting, not because it made her look young but because it made her look vulnerable, in need of protecting... and feeling like a protector made him feel good about himself. He wanted to feel that way again.

He didn't really have anywhere to go but he refused to return to the bar after his embarrassment. All of the bouncer positions were handled for the moment and there didn't seem to be any trouble so he just wandered out to the patio, a small fenced in porch on the back of the bar for those seeking a quick jaunt outside without actually leaving.

"Hey, boss man." The opossum was gathering up empty cups left on the outdoor tables. One of the 'street crew', a bunch of regular patrons that did odd jobs for the bar in exchange for a free tab at the bar. She was the newest of them and Rick didn't really know her at all. Fiona her name was and about as far from his type as could be; a punk, pierced and tattooed all over. Her hair was too wild, her clothes too threatening... not the kind of femininity he found attractive.

"I'm not your boss," he grumbled, feeling guilty that he basically hadn't gotten to know her because he didn't want to fuck her. "Fabien's the boss."

She shrugged, "I'm not a real employee and he doesn't talk to me. Robur's not a real employee either so he can't be the boss. To me, that makes you the boss. The person of highest authority that I get orders from."

Rick thought about that for a minute while she bent over the currently unused, secondary bar on the patio and threw the cups away. It would be used in the warmer months when the outdoor area would be for more than smoking.

"Hey, you know a lot of people here, right?" He recalled the reason she had gotten drawn into their pseudo-staff; she simply knew someone they were looking for. "You know a short little fox girl, giant ears, with long, blond hair?"

She gave him a curious glance, "Not Rachel? I've never seen her here."

Rick grinned, suddenly glad he'd come outside. "Yeah, that was the name on the ID! Is she legal age?"

Fiona thought for a minute before answering, "pretty sure, yeah. She does work that she'd have to be for. Catch her at the door?"

Rick nodded, "what about her boyfriend?"

Fiona gave him another searching look, "I don't know about any boyfriend... and I wouldn't think her job would make that too easy. If someone's saying they're her boyfriend, well... I'm not so sure they really are."

Rick wondered at that... and at how cagey Fiona was being, like she was dancing around something. "So if she does have a boyfriend it's probably not too serious?"

Fiona cocked her head, putting her hands on her hips, thinking hard before she said anything. "Do you... have a crush on her?"

Rick was going to deny it but he could feel the blush in his cheeks and knew how embarrassingly visible it was through his white fur. "A bit...."

Fiona smirked, "oh, well... that might turn out interesting."

"What are you not telling me?" Rick leaned toward her. He didn't mean to be intimidating but he couldn't really help it.

Fiona eyed him up and down like she was considering how dangerous he really was. "Don't worry about it. Give it a shot. She's... full of surprises. I don't know her that well, just seen her at a place I go sometimes for parties, but yeah... full of surprises."

Rick nodded to himself, leaning back against the wall. After their experience he knew she must be a bit of a slut. If Fiona thought men might falsely claim to be her boyfriend Rachel might even be a prostitute or something... which would explain how easily she agreed to a threesome with a stranger. He was confident he could get her to stop that if he found he really liked her, though. It was worth a try.

"Oh, yeah." Fiona added as she headed back inside, "she's a midget. Like, medically. Little person? I dunno what they're calling it now, but she's not young. Just tiny."

---

"Oh man, I can't believe I let that happen..." Rachel planted her head in her paws, ears flopped down over her shoulders. The two had slipped off to a side table and Ginger had acquired them some drinks. The fox didn't really seem regretful, just shocked.

"Hell, I've never done anything like that before either." Ginger grinned, more elated than ashamed, like she'd crossed some finish line she'd been working toward. Marking an item off her bucket list perhaps... though she hadn't previously realized she had one. "I mean, I've been in a couple threesomes but never with a stranger."

Rachel chewed her lip. Ginger was sure she'd been in threesomes... and that they were awkward affairs. Sometimes customers would slip the fox enough money to let them go beyond merely bondage in the dungeon. It was illegal but, well... Rachel needed the money. Ginger was sure most of the others did it too when the money was right. Ginger was also sure some of those times had been with groups.

Ginger didn't know what the fox's earlier sexual experimentations had been like but she could guess. A midget, a girly boy or a cross dresser... it appealed for novelty's sake and Ginger's early lovers would likely have been more interested in what she was than who she was. It was a recipe for unusual sexual encounters. This had been very different... a dingy back room with a stranger and a deception but it probably made the girl feel warmer inside than any legitimate lovemaking she'd ever had.

"So why do you use a passport?" Ginger finally broke the growing silence, sipping at her midori. "It's kind of an odd thing to do."

In response Rachel pulled out her wallet, removing the passport card and her driver's license both and sliding them side by side toward Ginger. She looked them over carefully, "why does only the passport list you as female? I thought your gender was already legally changed."

Rachel nodded as she pulled the ID's back, "it is, but state governments don't care. In most states it's impossible to have your ID's gender changed, let alone your birth certificate. But the federal government is different and they want your passport to list whatever gender you LOOK like." She slipped the two cards back in and returned the wallet to her purse.

"The best part is, it can stand in for an ID and a birth certificate, so you can get other official IDs and documents using it." She sipped her drink with a smirk, "and they'll list you as female. I'm not sure it isn't illegal somehow... and I don't much care if it is."

Ginger laughed, swirling her blue-green drink. "Well, that's a clever little loophole. Always a way in the backdoor. Like with that bouncer...."

Rachel blushed again, "I still feel bad about that."

Ginger set her drink down, eying Rachel. "Why's that? I wouldn't have thought it'd make you feel slutty... I mean, your job and all...."

Rachel waved her paw dismissively, "I didn't feel like a whore, no. There's no need to feel bad for me. It's like..." she thought carefully, cradling her cup in both paws. "For my part, I shouldn't have to bribe my way into a bar at my age. And on his side, we deceived him. Only, I don't think I should feel like I deceived him; I am a girl and I shouldn't have to feel that way, damnit. But I know he wouldn't see it that way, and... fuck."

Rachel's head hung dejectedly. Ginger reached across the table to pat her head.

"Well, I guess I can understand." She grinned mischievously, "though I certainly don't feel that way. I just feel... giddy. We got away with something and that's such a thrill! I feel like... I dunno, a gangster or a jewel thief or something." She shook her head, laughing at her own silliness.

"What do you think he'd do," Rachel mumbled, still feeling down about her reflections. "If he knew... about me. When guys find out a trans girl's secret they get angry. They beat them. Sometimes they kill them." Rachel looked up fearfully, "he's awfully big."

Ginger thought for a minute. She knew this was a very serious topic but she was having a hard time treating it with gravity, "I don't think he would. I don't feel like he's the type. I mean, how gently he was handling you? And I don't think someone who'd share a girl with another guy has the 'alpha' in him to be that controlling, really."

Rachel looked less than convinced, "I thought sharing a girl like she wasn't worth treating like people was a completely 'alpha' thing to do."

Ginger thought about that for a bit... and about how, as she so often forgot, Rachel used to exist within those male spheres she'd never been allowed in. Adolescent though the fox may have been she still had a real memory of how men thought and behaved. Here she was elated that she'd snuck, for an evening, into a male role while Rachel had spent her life trying to sneak out of it.

"I still don't think it feels like him." Ginger set her drink down, "he's moody, taciturn... but he's sweet beneath it. I think the big, burly guy is a role he's trying to play and he's so weary because it doesn't fit him right, deep inside. It's just a feeling, but... I would trust him. Honestly."

Rachel nodded, sipping at Ginger's drink. The chipmunk cursed; she hadn't even seen the crafty little fox reach for it. The fennec often only feigned the unhappiness she displayed. Many people found it exploitably alluring. Still, her words seemed to have calmed the fox down and that was all she could ask for.

With both drinks now finished, mostly inside the little fennec, they had no reason to keep sitting there. "Let's get out dancing already! I can't wait to use this thing to grind on some asses!" Ginger grabbed her crotch lewdly.

Rachel stood unsteadily, the alcohol suddenly rushing to her head. A girl her size should not imbibe so much so quickly, the chipmunk thought wryly. Ginger grabbed her paw, though, and pulled her along, guiding her up to the second floor dance floor. The booze was beginning to settle in Rachel's head, leaving her steadier than when she had stood up, pleasantly buzzed and swimming in the haze of liquor.

They began dancing together, facing one another and gyrating, arms and legs twisting in motion. Rachel was newer to dancing than Ginger, it having not been a common activity to shy little boys before her change, but she'd picked it up well... mostly with Ginger's help, of course. Prior to meeting the chipmunk she'd had no easy way to learn the ways of women. There was Judy and the Dommes back at the dungeon but their perspectives on being women were a bit different and quite narrow.

And Ginger loved doing it, too. She did Rachel's makeup, her nails, helped her choose haircuts. All the while Rachel learned a little more each time, got better at doing it herself, while Ginger delighted in watching the transition. At first Rachel was like a doll she made up but now she was seeing that doll become a real girl. The transformation was the most exciting part; Ginger wanted to see Rachel at every step of her metamorphosis, from the cross-dressing boy taking hormones to the real girl with a vagina between her legs.

She took Rachel's shoulders in her paws and turned the girl around, pressing the false penis against the fennec's ass. She had to kneel down to do it, looking a little like she was miming riding a horse, but she was showing off anyway. She could tell the tawny girl was getting into it, forgetting her condition in the thump of music, the haze of liquor and the rhythm of dancing.

They'd met at Ginger's work about a year before. Rachel was just filling her prescription and Ginger had grown quite curious. While the paperwork ran and the pills were readied she looked the medication up. Estrodiol, a feminizing hormone and in far greater quantities than used for menopause. Not to mention this girl was way too young looking for that. Then Spironolactone, a drug with a lot of varied uses. When she put them together and searched for a bit she hit on it; a transsexual. The first she'd ever treated, or at least realized she was treating.

They were alone when Rachel came back for her prescription. She may have been too forward in her questioning and the fox had definitely looked embarrassed but she couldn't let such a rare opportunity slip through her fingers. She'd never really thought about it but the idea fascinated her instantly. And so, they became friends.

Ginger passed Rachel off to another boy, a young macaw in a smart blazer. She kept a close eye on her friend while she started dancing alone. Passing partners to strangers wasn't exactly common at a club but the boy had been forward and she felt that deserved a reward. She soon found a cheetah girl vying for her own attention and she could see her gaze slip to that parrot frequently. Trying to make him jealous....

Ginger could play along. She immediately moved in close, arms tight around the fierce looking girl. She directed the dancing forcefully and the cheetah seemed to respond enthusiastically. She rubbed her bulge against the cheetah and the feline turned around, grinding her own ass back on the faux organ while the chipmunk gripped her hips.

While they both watched the bird dance with Rachel he acted like a perfect gentleman, much to Ginger's chagrin. She wanted Rachel to experience more excitement than that on their night out. The dungeon always wanted her working evenings and nights so getting a Friday off took a lot of work. They couldn't waste it with sweet boys who took their time.

Then the parrot saw the cheetah watching. The shine in his eyes was unmistakably mischievous and he suddenly slipped his arms around Rachel and lifted her right off the floor.

His wings folded around her body while his beak slipped into her neck, nibbling with a firm squeeze. She looked rapturous, arms wrapping around his neck and eyes closed. He pressed her tight against the wall of the dance floor... and the cheetah had had enough.

She was shouting incoherently as she marched over to him. Rachel darted past before the tall girl could direct any anger her way and Ginger wondered what was going on between those two. Rachel was smiling but her breath was quick, eyes darting. Her heart was probably pounding.

"Wow, that was..." Rachel giggled nervously. "I did not see that coming. But it was fun."

"He didn't...?" ginger glanced down at Rachel's skirt.

"No no, I didn't lose my tuck. Somehow." She shook her head, "much longer and I would have. Damn it, now I'm all horny again!"

---

"Hey Rachel," the fennec turned around at the unfamiliar voice. She was a bit taken aback to see the opossum's face, fangs bared in a grin and long nose pointing at her like an arrow. Her red hair was cut shockingly short, buzzed on the back. There were so many piercing in her face and ears Rachel thought it must have made her head quite heavy.

"Um, I'm sorry?" Rachel did think she looked familiar but a face like that, damn, it should be more memorable.

"We've never really talked but I see you at the dungeon sometimes." The girl was wearing a staff t-shirt under a studded leather jacket.

"Not another bouncer...?" Rachel was always nervous about people with authority. So often they'd be able to tell something was off about her and make an issue of it. Try to ferret out her personal issues.

The dungeon, yes... not many girls went to the dungeon, at least nowhere near as many as the men. She had seen this one at some of the fetish ball parties they'd had. No direct interaction, though.

"Oh my, no! I just do odd jobs around here, I'm not even really an employee." She looked around briefly, "why are you worried about bouncers, though? Seems like the last one liked you."

Rachel blushed hotly, her oversized ears turnings ruddy. "Oh no, how much did he tell you?" A sudden fear struck her, "oh wait, how much did you tell him?"

The girl laughed, shaking her head. "I didn't tell him anything except that you were legal age. And him, he wanted to know how datable you are."

Ginger had realized something was going on and turned to join in, "oh, you know that bear? He seems real nice."

The opossum snorted, "I don't think he gets accused of that too often but you're probably right. He's a good guy. I think he's smitten."

Rachel hung her head shamefully, "that's too bad. I hate to disappoint a guy."

The possum eyed her curiously, "then don't. I know the facts on you, ok, but don't write him off. He might surprise you. I hear tell he's had at least one drunken interlude with a guy here, anyway, so he can't be THAT straight."

Ginger and Rachel eyed each other, "well... thanks for that odd news." Ginger seemed mildly embarrassed to have received the secret. Apparently even she had limits in her pranks.

"I'm not trying to embarrass him," the punkish girl put her paws in her pockets, turning to depart. "I'm just letting you know, he's a good guy and you should give him a chance to decide for himself."

Rachel watched the girl go curiously. She sure hoped things didn't get too weird here... it could affect work now. She really hadn't expected to see customers out on the town though she had no good reason to assume she wouldn't. Regardless of their secret lives they were still regular people doing regular things.

"We should probably get going," Ginger watched the odd girl depart. "If we wait till last call the restaurants are going to get packed."

Rachel nodded; she suspected Ginger just felt awkward being at the bar after the odd exchange... but then so did she. A change of location sounded quite nice.

Ginger grinned down at her, "Shall I escort madam out?" She set the arm closest to Rachel akimbo. The fox smiled and slipped her arm into the crook, the opposite paw resting on her friend's forearm. Ginger had been having a lot of fun playing the boyfriend tonight. It made Rachel wonder if maybe she was trans herself. But no, she didn't think so; Ginger was having fun pulling one over on everyone around her and violating social expectations, that was all.

As Ginger led her out the front door a voice halted them, "excuse me, Rachel and..." Rick hadn't really seen Ginger's ID and only now realized he had no idea what 'his' name was. "sir."

The two stopped outside the entranceway, "can we help you, Rick?" Ginger quizzed though she pretty much knew what was coming. Even if they hadn't been tipped off she knew there was a chance he might go for a second try on them.

"Well, I..." he brushed his paw through his short head fur, grinning awkwardly. "I had a great time with you two, earlier. I thought... if you two had a good time as well, then maybe...."

Rachel smiled up at the hulking bear. Bashfulness from such a behemoth of a man was surprisingly cute. But did his vulnerability make him more or less dangerous if he found out the truth? She'd been told he was safe but she had no idea how well the opossum knew Rick.

"Hmmm, you bi?" Ginger rumbled on the word swarthily, making it sound dirty and seductive.

"Oh shit, no!" Rick laughed and shook his head, "Ok ok, the owner is gay and, like, half the staff swings that way at least part time, so I mean... I get the question a lot. But no."

Ginger laughed, "shit, I didn't even know all that! I just meant, you said you enjoyed being with us, not just her." She tugged on Rachel's arm a little. The fennec was amazed how the quick, simple query had answered so many questions without volunteering any secrets. If he worked with that many gay men and could laugh off the question that easily just how dangerous could he be?

"Want to come over?" Ginger gave Rachel an uncertain look at the fox's question. It was forward, she knew, and not really like her. But she'd liked Rick and wanted to give it a shot. He'd said he wasn't into men but knowing he was open about homosexuals... maybe that would put him close enough to the border. She'd met many, many tranny chasers in her work and had seen a bit of a pattern among them. They tended to be either aggressively defensive of being straight regardless of liking penis... or straight men who were very active with the gay community. Well, or bisexuals.

Rick grinned suddenly, "that's what I was trying to say. Yes."

Ginger gave him her address so he could come over when his work was done. Good thing tomorrow was a day off for the pharmacist. They departed to their car and when Rick was finally out of earshot she asked, "are you sure about this?"

Rachel nodded, "I decided to trust him. I think he might surprise us."

Ginger gave her a sidelong glance, "if you think it might happen then technically it's not a surprise. If you're going to get to know him don't you think you should, you know... tell him first? I'm all for having fun with people but you've got to keep things at arm's length."

Rachel shrugged, "you've got us locked on this path now, Ginger. And remember, you deceived him, too."

Ginger squeaked in shock, "oh shit, I didn't even think about that!" She glanced worriedly at Rachel, "if he's not into you, and he finds out I'm a girl... he might expect me to pick up the slack!"

---

Rick was still jittery when he knocked on the apartment's door. It'd been a while since he'd been on a date and the old self-conscious feelings were coming back. He felt fat, awkward, ugly... he knew it was silly, that not all girls wanted gaunt pretty boys, but he couldn't help it. For all the jealousy, anger and resentment he could harbor a pretty girl could still make him feel like a frightened child with ease.

He should have gotten some flowers. Or not? It would be hokey, he knew, but also charming. Girls often liked that; it showed vulnerability and a romantic disposition. But she was with a boyfriend... it might be too far too soon. Besides, where would he get flowers in the middle of the night?

The door opened to the grinning man and Rick felt even more inadequate. He was such a gaunt, pretty man. Metrosexual, even. If she liked someone like this guy then why'd she even invite him? Did they just want to keep him happy? Was she not really old enough to drink legally?

"Hey man, get on in here!" The boyfriend thrust a wine glass into his paw, "I figure you don't get to drink much while you work."

"I'm not really a wine person," he said, eyeing the red liquid. He didn't want to admit how much he did drink at work.

"Just fucking suck it down," the chipmunk had already turned his back, leading Rick in. "We'll get something hard out in a minute." He looked back at Rick with a wide grin.

Rick sighed; he only just now realized that had been a pun. He downed half of the glass of wine in one gulp and grimaced a little. He thought of wine as sort of a girly, prissy drink but it actually hit pretty hard.

Once inside he took a gander at the apartment; sparse, clean and decorated to a plan. The sort of apartment that didn't get lived in too much. A professional who spent little time at home. Unlike his apartment, littered with the random things he decided looked cool and entertainment devices, not one matching another in style.

"Nice to see you again," Rachel was sitting on the couch, legs tucked up in front of her with a wine glass in her own paw. Her skirt was lifted in the back and pinned by her folded legs, blocking a view of her panties. Rick wondered at that... it had to have been done on purpose and seemed a bit shy for a girl that went down on a stranger a few hours before.

"So what's your poison, big boy?" The other was asking from the kitchen, "whiskey? Vodka? Rum?"

Rick didn't look away from Rachel, knocking back the rest of the wine just to get it out of the way, "I'm not that picky. Just whatever."

The chipmunk placed a new glass into Rick's hand and retrieved the wine glass wordlessly. Rick didn't really care about the drink; he was here for the short little girl on the couch. He slipped onto the cushion next to her, hanging his shoulder from the back behind her head; he was unsure of whether or not it was ok to put it around her shoulders... though she was a bit short for that anyway.

"You aren't having your drink?" She asked, looking up at him curiously. She seemed nervous in a way she hadn't been before, back at the club. He shrugged, still ignoring the glass.

She turned and crawled onto his lap, plucking the glass from his paws. He froze, afraid of unsettling her balance if he moved around. She raised the glass to his lips, "enjoy yourself." She whispered the words while tilting the glass. He had to swallow the drink, straight rum it ended up, or else it would have spilled down his chin.

She'd made him drink the whole glass at once. Rick's head swam and his nostrils burned with the fumes. He didn't usually take drinks straight and certainly not in such quantities. He gasped a bit but struggled to keep his discomfort from showing. He wanted to look cool for her.

Without him noticing she was up on her feet, tugging on his paw with a giddy smile. He stumbled a bit as he followed, the room swirling; he knew it would pass but for the moment he was compromised by the drink. She led him to the bedroom, just as Spartan and clean as the living room had been. Her boyfriend followed, closing the door.

Rick took charge at the sight of the bed, picking the girl up like she weighed nothing and plopping her on the edge. He was acting before thinking, his thoughts coming too slowly to keep up. His lips were at hers and his hands were roaming her body. He rubbed over her shoulders, her breasts, down her sides. Her slid his hands under her shirt and pushed up her bra, squeezing her small bosom.

She lifted her arms while he dragged off her top and unclasped her bra, that following soon. His hands slid over her breasts again, lips wrapping around one nipple to lap lovingly at it. He'd been so long without a woman... well, only a couple of weeks but he longed not only for the pleasure a woman could give him but to give one pleasure himself.

His hands slid down to her waist and he felt her tense. A natural response, he figured, to a pair of paws heading to such sensitive spots. He lifted her skirt, exposing her panties and nuzzling directly down into them.

It felt... odd. He wasn't sure how. Too puffy? Too smooth? Well, every girl was different. He thought he saw some stirring but... that made no sense. He slipped his fingers around the waist bands, finding two pairs of panties on the girl, and tugged them both off.

And there was a tiny penis, struggling half hard and trapped between her thighs. He didn't understand for long moments, what felt like minutes but he knew weren't nearly so long. He looked back toward the door, where he could hear her boyfriend. He was stripping off his shirt.

And he had ace bandages wrapped around his chest. The bandages soon slid off revealing breasts about the same size as Rachel's.

"What's going on here..." his mind was resisting the difficulty of thinking, sluggish and stupid. He wasn't so drunk as to not realize how impaired he was but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Don't worry," the boyfriend said, dropping his pants. Her pants, Rick finally understood. She was wearing some sort of floppy strap on. "I've just been having a little fun with you tonight."

Rick felt hurt. Not angry, really, just hurt. He'd felt some measure of trust and now it appeared he'd been mocked all night long. Had Fiona known when she told him to pursue it? Why would everyone treat him like this?

Rachel reached up to him, stroking his face with golden touches. He still couldn't think of her as a boy. "No no, Rick..." she cooed up at him, "it's not a trick. It's just... complicated."

"Time for honesty, I guess." The chipmunk walked up, placing her hands on his broad back, "my name's Ginger, by-the-by. I am a girl, yes. And Rachel here, she's a girl too. She just needs... some surgery."

Rick wasn't fully understanding Ginger's words but he'd already understood what Rachel was, somewhere along the way. He knew of transsexuals and sex changes, and more than his fair share of transvestites with the company the bar kept. But he'd never once considered one; he thought of such things as gay.

"I really like you Rick," Rachel's paws slid from his face with a cherubic smile, "I understand if you can't. It's just... you made me feel like a real girl."

For the second time that night she nearly broke his heart. She was beautiful and she'd made him feel special, too. Hell, there was no way he could have meant that much to a regular girl and it made him happy. But still... it was a penis. He stared at her, thinking about what to do. There was still the other girl, maybe they could share Ginger....

And then a voice whispered in the back of his head, "it's not gay if you don't touch her penis." Without stopping to think about it his lips were in hers again. When he parted their kiss he stripped off his clothes with alacrity. They seemed to melt off of him and he worried he might have torn something in his eagerness. Then he was on top of her.

His erection was raging to a degree that surprised him. He knelt in front of her, his member nearly as thick as her arm, and lifted up her legs. With her ass exposed to him and spread wide open he pressed in.

He entered her with surprising ease, both for her size and his previous experience with anal sex on women. When she slid around his spire the hot, smooth touch made him shiver and moan. She cried out under him, having rarely been subjected to such size inside of her little body, paws squeezing his arms.

He leaned down over her, the fox's muzzle buried in his chest and practically smothered by his bulk while he drove into her. The bed creaked from the weight driving down and the girl's ass clamped savagely around his cock.

Then he felt something probing behind him, a pair of paws on his hips and remembered Ginger's strange strap-on. It hadn't looked stiff enough to penetrate but she must have managed with Rachel earlier in the night. He tensed and growled under his breath, glaring warningly back at her.

"Shhhh," Ginger stroked his back soothingly. "Be a good boy. Make the girls happy. Boys and girls do this sometimes... you might even like it."

Rick was surprised to find himself calming down. Her tone and her gentle touch, and probably a lot of liquor, soothed his nerves. When she pressed at his anus he didn't even feel much discomfort and after a few moments she popped in. It wasn't painful, the way he'd imagined and even been told it would be; it was more of just a feeling of unease, his body telling him something was happening that didn't normally. And when she began humping against his ass he even found the feeling pleasant.

His attention returned to the tiny girl under him, her ears perked so that even with her miniscule size they peaked up from his chest and he nibbled on their tips. He could feel her thin legs squeeze at his sides and her slender ass hug his impaling shaft and before long he was pumping his orgasm into her.

He felt a stronger desire to protect and coddle Rachel than he normally did for girls. The feeling was always strong during orgasm, spilling his liquid love into a lady, but her need for reassurance and affirmation made it all the stronger. He wanted to give her flowers on valentine's day, he wanted to buy her pretty clothes and take her out on the town. He wanted to watch her finish her transition and get her surgery. He wanted to make her happy.

His seed was spilling out of her tiny body, squeezed out around his still pumping shaft while she shivered with each throb and the fluid it pushed into her. When his cock popped out of her little ass it gaped, oozing white onto the bed sheets. Neither of them was capable of caring at that moment.

Ginger could sense their fading lovemaking and slowed her own humping down, there being no prescribed end for her, and lay on Rick's back with the strap-on still buried in his butt. He lifted up from Rachel, half expecting her to be crushed flat. She did gasp as he rose up but she was grinning broadly. Looking into her sapphire eyes he found the wish he could get her pregnant rising from the back of his mind; it shocked him, not just for how improper it was but because he'd never wanted to get a girl pregnant before. Yet... he wished it now for a near stranger that he knew couldn't possibly bear a child.

He kissed Rachel's forehead while Ginger pulled the toy out of him finally. Within moments he was snoring on the bed, the alcohol rushing to his head and the frenzied activity drawing the last of his mental strength. Rachel curled up against his side while Ginger stripped off the strap-on's harness and curled up against his other side. With the warmth of his large frame they felt no need for a blanket and all three were soon asleep.