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Sunlight filtered through the blinds in stripes that inched their way up the three naked forms spread out upon the bed. As row after row of blinding glare passed over Rick's eyelids he was slowly drawn from heavy slumber. The bear groaned, his head groggy with a thumping hangover all too familiar to him. Last night was a blur.

He felt the warmth of the two bodies next to him in contrast to the chill in the morning air. He took a look to one side and saw the nude, lithe form of a chipmunk girl, built boyish with a haircut to match, flat breasts pressed to his side. Ginger, he recalled slowly.

To the other side a much smaller body clung to his thick arm. Tawny and of miniscule proportions the fennec on that side was built far more girly, with long flowing hair and breasts slightly larger than Ginger's, though on her tiny frame they weren't a bad size. Rachel; the name crawled across his mind languidly.

And Rachel's penis rubbed against his leg.

That took Rick a moment to understand. Slowly memory and understanding penetrated his mind. He'd spent all last night lusting after that girl with the penis... before he knew she had one. Then in a drunken haze he'd slept with her. As the sordid details of the night, both what he'd done to the little transsexual and what the tomboy had done to him, flooded back into his mind a panic seized him.

One frenzied, drunken night and he'd been tricked into this insane situation. There was only one response. He had to get out without waking them.

He'd seen it in movies and television shows all his life yet he'd never been enough of an ass to do it. Even to women he regretted sleeping with he'd never just snuck away in the morning. But here he was, carefully freeing his arms from the still sleeping pair and shifting his weight slowly off of the bed so as not to disturb them. He dressed as quickly as he could without making noise, his head still pounding from the hangover.

He looked over the pair of girls now curling up on themselves in the morning chill. They were pretty, too opposite styles that he enjoyed in a woman. If only they both really were women... but as he watched them shiver in their sleep he couldn't help but feel affection for them. He pulled a blanket over each of them and departed silently.

On the short drive home Rick did not even turn on the radio. The early sun seared his eyes, his pounding migraine increasing his sensitivity to light, but he ignored it. He did not allow himself to think. Not yet.

Once Rick was home he left all of the lights off and dropped onto his couch with a heavy sigh. After the clean, professional apartment he'd just fled his own felt like a child's room. Video game systems stacked around a large television, action figures on a shelf, posters all over the wall... and the mess; this was a bachelor's pad, sure, but it felt inadequate alongside the 'adult' home he'd just seen. It made him feel like a child.

He'd just gotten away and now he couldn't stop thinking about that apartment. Remembering it should be traumatic but really... all Rick could feel was longing for it. He missed it... or missed the people in it.

He found that the thought of the little fennec dick-girl didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. Perhaps not as much as he thought it should, rather. He'd grown used to seeing penises; it happened at the club where he worked as a bouncer sometimes. Drunk guys, straight or gay, would try to fool around on the dance floor or in the bathrooms. Sometimes a person with too much liquor or maybe something less legal would simply strip off their clothes right on the dance floor, too. Sometimes even his coworkers would try to fool around where they overestimated the privacy, not that he hadn't. It was a part of the club scene.

Seeing a dick didn't freak Rick out anymore... but the thought of sex with a man still did. Despite a previous drunken interlude....

"Good god I need to cut back on the drinking." Rick sighed to himself. He knew he wasn't going to really stop... nor did he really think he could blame the booze. It was a copout.

What could he do, though? He was freaked out, there was absolutely no denying that... but at the same time he wanted exactly what freaked him out.

"Damn it..." Ricked sighed heavily, rubbing the migraine from his temples. "If she was just a real woman everything would be so fucking perfect."

How would other guys handle this situation? It was supposed to be everything besides the sex that made a relationship work and so far everything in that arena was stellar. He couldn't even believe how taken he was with the tiny girl. On the other hand, no matter how much two guys get along if they're not gay there's never going to be romance there. He may be more comfortable about it than most straight guys but that was a big step from having a relationship with a man.

But she wasn't really a man. No matter how much Rick thought about it he just couldn't get that word to connect to her. She was probably going to get a sex change eventually... that's the normal way these things went, after all. But how long would that be? Could he live with it until then?

Rick needed advise. Clearly he would have to be clever when he asked for it; what guy wouldn't mock him for this predicament? He'd certainly have mocked any guy he knew the night before this all happened.

Who to ask, though? Rick thought it through and... came up blank. His boss? His boss was gay. His other coworkers were mostly girls and every guy there he could talk to was at least bi. Hell, he knew the only two male coworkers he knew really well had a gay threesome in the backroom a few weeks back! Even the other bouncers fell squarely into the categories "barely know" and "at least bi".

Outside of work... well, Rick's friendships had slowly atrophied. High school friends moved or went their own ways and the bar provided so much of a social life he didn't need to look elsewhere. But the bar, despite not being a gay bar, was primarily popular with that scene. Any friend he had among the patrons was likely to be bi... or at least very comfortable with gays.

He needed a grounded, straight perspective. And all he could think of was his dad. He thought about that... and swiftly rejected the idea. His friends would mock him for asking these kinds of questions. His dad, though? That could ruin his family life.

"How did my life get to this?" Rick stared at the ceiling forlornly.

---

Rachel could still hear Ginger's car idling behind her. The girl was quite concerned about the little fennec. She'd been terribly distraught to wake up with the big bear gone. She'd really thought everything was going to work out. For the first time Rachel had thought she'd found a man she could have a straight relationship with. Not a tranny chaser. Not a gay man who liked femboys. A man who would treat her like an actual girl.

Ginger had wanted her to skip work and stay at her friend's apartment. She remained in the dungeon's driveway hoping the fennec would change her mind. She appreciated the chipmunk's desire to comfort her but she felt the need to return to routine... as well as the comfort bondage provided.

Rachel stepped through the dungeon's unlocked door, shutting it as quietly as she could.

"Thank god you're here!" Brenda was at the front desk. She usually was when not working herself. She felt there should always be someone at the front door to greet patrons if possible. "That skunk guy who likes to whip you girls is here. I was afraid I'd have to let him use Freya!"

Brenda tugged her cat girl slave protectively close. Freya 's eyes betrayed a little fear herself. Whipping wasn't one of her usual activities. Certainly she could take it but the customer they were referring to was notoriously brutal.

"Where's Judy?" Rachel inquired about the dungeon's other female slave. A real girl, Rachel thought sadly.

"Already with another customer," Brenda shrugged. "The guy didn't schedule beforehand. I guess something at work has him stressed out."

Rachel nodded. His name was Javier and his penchant for whipping girls was something of a double life. No one in his regular life, coworkers to spouse, knew he did it. It was how he worked out the aggression he got from the rest of his life, in fact.

"What room?" Rachel was already heading down the hallway.

"Are you alright?" Brenda sensed something was amiss but Rachel just stopped and stared at her until the Dalmatian finally gave her the room, "green room. He's already prepared it."

Rachel heard Javier jump when she opened the door and wondered just how long he'd been waiting. She closed it behind herself quietly. Donovan also stood in the room; a Dom would always be present to ensure the safety of a sub. The potential for abuse was simply too high. A tied up sub could have their safe words ignored... could be seriously injured... killed... raped. They weren't legally allowed to have sex with a customer but not everyone was willing to accept that.

Javier nodded smartly. He wasn't much of a talker. Sharp, humorless and matter-of-fact he epitomized the stereotype of a businessman. He simply pointed at the chains on the wall and took up his whip from the table.

"Thank goodness," Donovan groused. "I can't get a conversation out of this guy!"

Javier gave him a smug look, "you didn't offer one worth having."

Rachel would have smiled at the macho displays if she could feel happy right now... but she needed the unhappiness beaten out of her first.

Naturally, she would have let a customer have sex with her for a little extra money. She needed all the money she could get to save up for the staggeringly expensive surgeries she was going to need to finish her transition. Then she wouldn't have to worry about tranny-chasers... any guy would look at her and see a real woman then.

They had a system in place for sex. Technically it had to be a tip and the sex had to be separate from the business. Keeping it just this side of legal was difficult but necessary in case they ever had a police sting. It was something a customer had to pursue... and it was up to them to choose. No directives from the boss told them to do it. But if Javier had given her a substantial tip Donovan would have walked right out of that room with a nod from her.

Rachel stripped off her shirt without a second thought and unhooked her bra, followed by her skirt and panties. Shackles snapped around her wrists, the chains linking them to the wall mounts jangling. He brushed the hilt of the whip under her chin and smiled wickedly. He wasn't the type to pay for sex, though. It wasn't about that to him. He didn't care about her genitals as long as she was built like a girl. The only reason she stripped was because he liked to see his victim's femininity.

Javier paced back toward the door and took up his stance. He tested the weight of the whip in his hand, measured out its length and eyed the distance toward her. Careful... exacting... professional... he was the coldest Dom she'd ever known but he was quite skilled. Usually his procrastination and preparation unnerved her but today she felt... nothing.

The whip lashed out suddenly and viciously, the tip making a sharp lash across her back where her bra strap would lie. It stung like fire but Rachel didn't react at all. She felt... disconnected. Like it was happening to someone else. Her thoughts were still on the bear from last night.

The whip slashed across her back again and this time she bit her lip. It was a harder crack and she heard its strike like thunder. But she reacted to the sound more than the feeling. Javier seemed to be offended by her lack of reaction. He wanted to hear her scream and beg.

Rachel couldn't, though. One reason Javier liked her, the same as many of her customers for that matter, was that they felt like she was more a victim than other subs. With her need for money and refusal to show any pleasure in bondage there was a popular theory that she didn't even want to be a sub. Even her coworkers weren't sure she wasn't just doing whatever work she could to make the money. Javier liked to feel like that much more a monster when he hurt a girl.

The next strike drew a small yelp from her, lashing across her bare ass. It wasn't a good place to strike but he was clearly frustrated now. The yelp made her feel better, though. Pain was... sublime. Fear and pain drove everything else from a person's mind. They were the only feelings that could totally dominate the whole of your being for even a moment... for her at least. She doubted anyone could really be completely lost in happiness, though... because happiness always included the fear of losing that joy.

The next lash crossed over her shoulders and she whimpered, more continuing from the yelp than reacting to the new strike. He was slipping into a normal whipping now that she was making noise. He was quite good... even as resistant as she'd been he was able to slowly draw the fear and pain out of her. And with that came the unburdening of a truly distracting experience.

The next lash crossed her other shoulder; he was starting to get a little fancy, working in a pattern. She did derive pleasure from the pain as well. She didn't really slip into subspace like most subs would, the drug-like altered state of consciousness that being so abused could create, but the adrenaline and endorphins that fear and pain released were plenty intoxicating to her.

Perhaps that's why so many Doms didn't think she enjoyed being a sub? When a sub entered subspace they were like a wild animal, full of passion and emotion. Without that queue a Dom likely didn't know what was going on in her head.

Javier snapped the whip to the right of her head, the sound exploding in her ear but not actually touching her. She flinched away in fear that banished her diminishing reflections from her thoughts for a moment.

She needed a loving relationship more than she needed abuse, though... and it seemed like only a chaser could love her now. But a chaser wouldn't love her after she had her change.

Javier made a double-snap, the tip of the whip licking into her back under the shoulders in two spots so rapidly she felt them at once. He was getting very fancy now... but she couldn't appreciate it.

The only thing left in Rachel was the all-encompassing oblivion of fear and pain.

---

Ginger stared at her blank TV screen. It was unusual for her to actually use the appliance but it was unheard of for her to stare at it while nothing was on. Her mind was elsewhere, though.

Ginger spent extremely long hours at work and when off... she was more apt to go out than stay in. She liked to get up to trouble, metaphorical or serious, and one couldn't do that too well at home. Ginger had practically bought the TV simply because one was supposed to own such an appliance. She couldn't have really cared less about it.

Ginger swirled a half empty glass in her paw. She didn't have the stomach for drinking today. It wasn't even alcohol... she just didn't care enough to sip it. Her mind was dominated by worry for her friend.

Rachel had taken their interlude with Rick far worse than Ginger had expected. She knew the fox would be disappointed... but she tended to forget just how hard Rachel could take things. Once unhappiness took ahold of her the little fennec couldn't see anything else. Ginger wondered if it was the result of her childhood... growing up a midget as well as being transsexual she would have been horribly bullied. Bottling up her emotions would become second nature... and bottling up ones emotions led to explosions later.

Ginger didn't really know how to feel about it. She felt deeply for her friend but the whole situation wasn't completely unexpected. She was a calmer type of person and she didn't get into anything without understanding that it might go poorly. She'd already dealt with the emotional impact of Rick rejecting them before he'd had a chance to.

Some people could compartmentalize and some couldn't. Really, though, Ginger was jealous of Rachel. The little girl was capable of powerful, overwhelming emotions and Ginger... just wasn't. She pushed every limit and took every risk but in the end she was doing it largely in the hopes that she would ever experience something half as strongly as Rachel did. Ginger always felt like she was a step away from her own feelings, sort of observing them from the outside.

She was too in control of herself and didn't really want to be.

The doorbell rang.

Ginger sighed and stood with a painful stretch. Though she'd not been on the bottom the previous night humping away at someone with a strap-on was surprisingly exerting. She didn't know how men stayed so positive about sex with all that soreness and back pain.

She ambled to the door and opened it without concern. She could check through the eyehole... but she welcomed the unexpected merely for the hope of being surprised.

Rick surprised her. He stood sheepishly in the doorway, so tall he'd have to duck to get in but blushing sheepishly through his white cheek fur.

"Oh... well hello there, Rick." Ginger glanced around nervously. "I didn't expect to see you again."

"Yeah..." he brushed a paw through his short head fur. "I'm really sorry I ran off in the morning. I sort of panicked."

"I noticed," Ginger stood in the doorway awkwardly a moment. "So what are you back here for? I understand why you panicked... but not this."

"May I come in?" Rick ducked his head in preparation to enter.

"Why?" Ginger stood her ground.

"I just need to talk about what happened." Rick glanced away shamefully, "I don't know what to do."

Ginger sighed and stepped aside for him, "I hope you know that while I understand why you freaked out and don't hold it against you... it hurt Rachel quite a bit. And Rachel is very important to me."

"I don't think I did anything too unexpected," Rick straightened again once he was under the doorway.

"I am not prepared to be entirely fair where Rachel is concerned." Ginger closed the door behind him softly.

"So what is it with you two, anyway?" Rick gave her a curious look with something almost hunting behind it. "Obviously you're not her 'boyfriend' but I never did get an explanation."

"We're friends." Rick's brows rose at Ginger's simplistic answer and she scowled, "ok fine, we're very close friends. We have sex sometimes but we're not romantically involved."

"Wow," Rick settled onto her couch carefully. His bulk could be dangerous. "That's awfully open of you."

Ginger shrugged, "no reason to let the awkwardness make us all liars again. I spent last night shoving things in your butt, after all."

Rick blushed badly and Ginger grinned, "yeah... last night was a bit much all at once."

"So what are you here to say?" Ginger stood in front of him with her arms folded, "I'll give you your piece but you'd better make it good."

Rick sighed and leaned forward with a creak from the couch, "despite being freaked out last night left me with strong feelings."

Ginger sighed and slapped her forehead, "oh no, you've fallen for me now? Liked the butt stuff that much, huh?"

Rick sat back up straight and coughed, "I don't remember it to well... but no. That's not what I meant." He shook his head and spread his arms open, "I mean that I can't stop thinking about Rachel... and I don't know what to do about it."

Ginger looked Rick over curiously and gave a thin smile, "really now? Maybe we didn't pick so badly after all, huh?" She came around and sat on the couch next to him.

Rick stared at her glumly, "I still don't feel any real... attraction toward it, though. The whole chicks-with-dicks thing."

Ginger nodded and patted his arm, suddenly much more comfortable with him. "She wouldn't want you to, Rick. Guys like that... they tend to not want a girl like her to finish their transition."

Rick shrugged, "there's still all of that time leading up to her surgery. God, how long does that take?" He pulled his paw down his own face, stretching out the loose skin under his eyes and at his jowls. "How long can I keep pretending?"

"How much do you like her, Rick?" Ginger was trying to read something in his expression. A sign of real emotion and perhaps real determination.

"I don't know... I've only just met her." He shrugged broadly, "but I can't stop thinking about her. Either of you, really. I always think of you two as a pair now... and I know you even less. All I know is that persona you played as."

Ginger chuckled a little and waved the implied question away, "I'm not of so much interest. All I am is a pharmacist doing her best to be interesting one bad decision at a time."

"Sounds fun," Rick was looking up with a smile, Ginger's easy manner rubbing off on him slowly.

Ginger coughed politely, "so you wanted to talk about last night. You've talked a little... so what do you intend to do about it?" She was determined to keep this focused on Rachel for the moment.

Rick chewed his lip, "I honestly don't know. It seems like the wise thing to do would be forgetting about her. But no matter what I do she's still there in my mind."

"At this point you'll be lucky if she'll even let you talk," Ginger leaned back sideways on the couch, watching Rick. "She took a big risk on you and it got thrown back in her face. And now you're going to ask her to take the same risk with the same person and expect it to be different?"

"I don't think a second chance is..." Rick shook his head before he could continue and planted his head in his paws. "I've been such a fucking fool! I shouldn't have rushed into things with you two in the first place. I could have learned slowly and dealt with my feelings but no, I just wanted to fuck some more."

"Shit, calm down. I pushed you both into that." Ginger leaned forward to pat his arm, cursing herself for pushing him so hard.

"Fuck calming down!" Rick shouted into his own paws, tears streaming over his fingers. "Every relationship I've ever had started because of sex and every one went sour once we had to live together like grownups!"

"Calm down, hon." Ginger wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tried to soothe the big bear, "yeah that's bad but your sexuality is still what it is. You can take the focus off of sex but it's still part of a relationship."

Rick clasped her paw in one of his, wet with tears. "I don't even know about my sexuality anymore... I just wish it was still last night. I just wish this morning hadn't come."

"Baby, you can't keep avoiding the real parts of a relationship." She squeezed his paw back feebly, "last night was fun and games. You've got to want something more real than that."

Rick nodded his head, "yeah... I want last night again so I don't have to face the hard choices. I've got to make them, though. It's hard though... I'm stupid."

"Oh no you're not!" Ginger raised her other paw to stroke his cheek. She was surprised herself at the affectionate motion. She hadn't really been planning anything but his emotional response was softening her heart... and more. She felt a sudden welling of attraction and desire.

"You know, I was planning something for the morning... since you'd been such a good boy." Ginger shrugged mentally; it was true, after all, though she'd imagined Rachel being with them.

Rick let her push him back slowly against the arm of the couch, settling into a resting position while she straddled his lap. She briefly wondered if this was ok; he'd come here because of his feelings for Rachel, after all. The two of them shared so freely, though... and she had been a part of what happened last night. He may not have gotten inside her but it'd be crazy to claim what they'd done wasn't sex.

"Just think of this like a test," she was fumbling with his belt, grinning broadly. "If you're still thinking of Rachel after this then it just might be as real as I hope it is."

"Won't Rachel be mad about this, though?" Rick wasn't moving to stop her, though, while she pulled open his belt and went after the button to his jeans. "I don't want to have to lie to her."

Ginger shook her head, unzipping his jeans. "Nah, we were all together to begin with."

Rick finally raised his paws to rub Ginger's arms, her whole forearms covered in his broad hands, while she tugged down the rim of his underwear and reached in. His cock was already thick inside and it took some tugging before it popped out. He rumbled appreciatively to her touch while she reached back in to pull out his snowy balls as well.

Ginger settled over his lap and lowered herself down, hiking up her skirt a little while she reached under it. She merely tugged her panties aside and pressed down on Rick's glans, the wide bulb stretching open her labia impressively. She groaned with the effort, suddenly unsure if this was going to work out.

"Whew... I think you're bigger than you look, even." Ginger rubbed her slit along Rick's tip a few times, stroking her moisture over him for some lubrication, and tried again. She chewed her lower lip while she shoved her hips down on him, her vaginal passage straining.

Rick's paws shifted to her shoulders, adding some downward pressure and suddenly she gave way, his thick rod sinking into her slowly. Rick grunted with the sudden pop and Ginger moaned deeply, her fingers gripping into Rick's shirt tightly enough to stretch the fabric out. The penetration was a little painful and a lot more than she was used to.

"Careful..." Rick stroked her cheek with one paw and ended up with her whole head lolling against his thick pad, nuzzling into his palm. "Go slowly."

"Oh goodness," Ginger's breath was deep; not even half of Rick's length had worked its way in yet and Ginger was not nearly experienced enough to stretch easily. After a moment she pressed down again, slowly driving more of his girth between her hips with a whimper. It took a few tries and with each inch she had to back up, rocking her hips over his cock to slicken the length before trying for more. "Maybe... I shouldn't be so adventurous."

Rick grinned and ruffled her hair, his other paw still holding her shoulder, urging her downward in a slow rhythm with his spire slowly working its way up into her body. After a few moments she finally settled down on his lap, the full length of his ebon cock throbbing inside of her while she huffed over him. She'd finally grown used to the size, squeezing her thighs around the trapped shaft with a happy feeling of possessiveness.

Ginger began bobbing on his lap again while his paw slid down from her shoulder and over her bosom, rubbing her flat breasts through her shirt. He rumbled pleasantly in response to her deeper moans, lifting his hips into her descents. "I'm already feeling weak... riding you is harder than I thought it'd be." Ginger giggled over him, her hair coming disheveled from the motion, falling into her eyes.

Rick suddenly moved his paw to her back and sat up, Ginger squeaking in surprise as his burly chest came up to her face, his thick rod shifting heavily between her hips. He stood up, carrying her like a rag doll held tight against his thick frame and shuffled over to her kitchen counter.

"Where are you taking me?" She twisted to look around, her legs clasping around his thick hips for support, "but I eat on that!"

Rick nuzzled at the top of her head, "just your back will be on it. Don't worry so much... it's an adventure!" Rick let her down onto the dining counter, still wrapped around his dick and now spread out at his waist level. His heavy paws took ahold of her hips and he began thrusting against her.

Ginger cried out, arms wrapping around herself and writhing on the end of his shaft. The slow, long strokes he began with were actually quite gentle but with his size they rocked her like hard sex. Her voice broke into deep, breathy moans and he built up his pace, arms sliding down her legs and lifting them up, gripping her ankles and spreading them wide.

Rick leaned in over Ginger, grunting as he thrust harder into her, the thin girl's whole body sliding over the counter while his hips thumped against her ass. She cried out, pussy strained and weeping nectar around his impaling shaft while an orgasm struck her, leaving her weak and writhing, but he wasn't even near done with her.

Ginger's paws were suddenly in his fur, gripping into the thick ruff at the back of his neck, practically pulling herself up from the counter against him. The intensity was driving her mad, nearly feral, while something between a deep moan and a high-pitched whine worked out from between her lips. Her mind was blanking a little with the waves of pleasure building on each other and she longed for the last thoughts teetering around the edge of her mind to slip away.

When another orgasm struck Ginger, the chipmunk falling back flat and limp on the counter, shaking lightly with eyes wide and mouth silently agape, the increase in pressure was finally enough for Rick. Her already tight sex was again savage in its grip, leaving the fur of his crotch matted and wet with her juices, and he came.

Rick bowed nearly to the point he was laying on top of Ginger, crying out in a low roar. He let go of her legs, which flopped weakly over the edge of the counter, and hugged her body tight to him while his cock spasmed, suddenly thickening against her clenching walls while he squeezed jets of seed into her body. She shivered with that tiny stretching and the warmth he spread within her loins.

She couldn't feel his semen in her as she'd heard some claim they could but the pumping of his flesh was clear enough. She'd felt so close to complete release, closer than she ever had before, but around the edges of her mind there still lingered the fears of what Rachel would think if she knew. She'd laid her claims to this man after all... and now he might go back to her again. And she'd just preempted their reunion.

They lay there on the counter for a long while, Rick's shaft slow to soften inside of her. As strength and focus returned to Ginger her arms and legs wrapped around the bear's burly frame and she nuzzled his cheek. It was done regardless and it would be better to focus on how to move forward, she decided.

"Wow..." she sighed and gave his cheek a nip. "I've never been fucked like that before. Holy shit, no wonder Rachel liked you so much!"

Rick blushed, stroking her hair with surprising gentleness for his size. "I hope it's more for my personality."

Ginger snickered, "your personality? Well, I guess you are a good boy." He really was, surprisingly so in fact. She kind of wished it had been her and not Rachel to catch his eye.

---

A slow night of work. Thank goodness.

Rick read the address Ginger had given him that afternoon. She'd said he'd be shocked when he got there but she wouldn't tell him why. Whether he went there was his choice and if he didn't he'd never know what was so shocking. He almost felt bullied by the omission.

The lovemaking with Ginger had not shifted his thoughts as much as he'd hoped it would. It certainly reaffirmed that he still liked women and that, as silly as he knew the fear was, comforted him. Rachel was still there in his mind, though... and now he had more reasons to worry about their reunion. For all he knew it had been a test, seeing if he'd fuck someone else, and he'd failed.

But... Ginger was part of their whole romance, too. He had only known them as a pair until that afternoon on the kitchen counter. It didn't really feel like cheating to him since it was Ginger. But how could he make Rachel understand that? And first he'd have to work things out with her anyway.

And before that, he had to figure out if he could handle dating a girl with a penis. Now wasn't the time to think about it. Rick put the address away.

He sat at the club's bar, ignoring the meager crowd of the night. A group this small was unlikely to try much; numbers are what made the drunk and stupid into risk-takers. He just wanted to think tonight. It wasn't a common feeling for him.

Dominique flitted over, her good mood a mystery to Rick, and she grabbed a cup for him. He shook his head and she immediately lost her good mood.

"What's wrong?" She leaned forward, peering at him over the rims of her sun glasses.

"Nothing's wrong." Rick tried to hide his unease. "I just don't want to drink."

"Boy, I've known you three years now." The squirrel's thick, black tail flipped as she turned on the sass, "not once in three years have I seen you not wanting a drink!"

"There's a first time for everything, 'Nique." Rick turned away from her.

"Don't you look away from me!" She reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling his gaze back to her. "It can be the first time but that don't mean there's no reason for it! Now tell me what's the matter."

"What's going on?" Fiona settled into the next stool over with Robur taking the next past her. The opossum girl had become fast friends with the sugar glider who ran their street crew; volunteer staff who worked for free drinks.

"Rick's upset and he won't tell me why, that's what!" Dominique didn't take her eyes off the bear.

"Best tell her," Robur nodded. "She can be scary when you fight her."

Dominique glared the glider's way and he shut up quickly.

"Is this about the other night?" Fiona asked Rick, "I never did hear what happened with Rachel."

Suddenly all eyes were on the punk opossum. "What? I suggested he pursue a girl a few days ago. What's the mystery?"

Dominique's eyes were back on Rick, "the one you had that threesome with? Oh, you idiot... I told you not to go after girls with boyfriends!"

Rick grunted, "fine, I guess I can't keep anything to myself. Yeah, I went home with her... and it wasn't anything like you think, 'Nique. Fiona here knew what was going on... but she wouldn't tell me."

Fiona shrugged, "so it freaked you out?"

Rick shrugged back, "I guess, yeah... I ran out the next morning. But now... I want to take it back and I don't know if I can."

"What in the hell are you two talking about?" Dominique was beginning to seethe over her ignorance.

"The girl was a tranny." Rick looked her dead in the eyes, "the guy was a girl in drag."

Dominique whistled. "Wow... this one wasn't my fault. Neither was the last one, though."

"It wasn't your fault that you got me drunk and talked me into fucking a guy?" Rick's brows rose.

"No. Being drunk doesn't make you gay, it makes you honest." She nodded sharply, "and you and that penguin were getting real chummy. All I did was suggest it."

"Whatever," Rick turned to Fiona. "I have an address to go see Rachel... but I'm afraid to. I apparently hurt her bad when I left in the morning. I don't know if she'll forgive me."

"Well, what do you have to lose?" Robur chimed in again.

"It might work." Rick leaned back on his stool.

"That's... a problem?" Robur leaned forward on the bar for a better look past Fiona.

"I still don't feel gay, Robur." He glanced over at the sugar glider, "or bi even. I don't expect you to understand what it's like to not want to fuck something."

"Hey now," Robur grumped. "There's at least, like... three things I don't want to fuck!"

"This whole thing is experimental, you know." Rick turned to face the other bar stools, "but at this point, I can't test the waters. I have to commit or not do it."

"The other night wasn't testing the waters?" Fiona's question put Rick off balance.

"I guess not," he sighed. "I still don't know what to think about it. Like... I should be angry but instead I'm infatuated."

"Ok, look." Dominique leaned on the counter, "there's been enough... things like this, that you can't be a hundred percent straight, yeah? I mean, this is the second person and now you're all transfixed. Why can't you accept it?"

Rick laughed bitterly, "that's why I didn't want to talk to you lot. You're all bi and deep down you think everyone else is, too, but they just won't admit it. You don't know what it's like to be straight. Those two experiences, they didn't change anything. I'm not looking up dick girl porn! I'm not checking out guys! They were one time exceptions!"

Robur chirped defensively, "I don't think everyone's bi!"

Rick slammed his fist on the bar, "how can I take such a big risk on an exception to the rule? What if next week I'm totally over her and she's just a girl with genitals I can't deal with? I'm not gay!"

The other three all stayed quiet for a while... until Fiona finally spoke up, still calm and collected. "If you can't take the advice of bisexuals then ask a straight person."

Rick shook his head, "I don't even know any straight people anymore."

"Then ask some gays." Fiona shrugged, "they know what it's like to only like one gender. They should be able to understand."

Rick stared at her a long time... and then slapped his own face, "that's brilliant. Wow. It sounds crazy but it makes so much sense."

"Glad I could help," she grinned and turned to Dominique for a new conversation. Flighty as always.

Rick got up and walked away without so much as a good bye. He went straight to the back and up the private staircase to the boss' room, raised above the dance floor with tinted windows. It was a plush, well stocked room set aside mostly for the boss to entertain his partners, business or sexual. More often sexual.

Rick knocked on the door and heard cursing from the other side. Then Fabien asked who was there.

"It's Rick."

"Can you come back later?" Fabien replied with obvious annoyance.

"I need to talk." Rick waited patiently.

"I'm in the middle of something..." the crow replied vaguely.

"I don't care if you've got your dick in someone while we do it but I need to talk."

"Fine..." he heard the bird sigh and flutter his wings in consternation, "come in."

Rick entered to find Fabien wearing only a pair of leather pants, bones and skull painted onto his feathers. On a circular table was tied the barely legal red panda the boss had been playing with lately, naked and covered in welts and small cuts, a throbbing erection raised above him. Rick just blinked, then walked past and sat down on the boss' couch.

"What, really?" Fabien looked down at Mori strapped to the table, whimpering and crying a little, then back to Rick. "No reaction at all?"

"I've been here too long," Rick shrugged. "This shit doesn't surprise me anymore."

Fabien rubbed his face, "I must be losing my touch. So what do you need to talk about?"

"I've gotten obsessed with a transsexual girl I was tricked into having sex with." Rick let it sink in a minute.

"What?" Fabien picked up a flogger from the bar counter and walked over to Mori, the panda's eyes locked on the tool. Fabien slapped it down over the boy's chest and he yelped. "And why are you telling me?"

"So I'm not gay. Is it a good idea to go with this obsession and try to have something with this trans girl? Or should I assume it's a passing thing? I don't know any straight people anymore but at least a gay guy can understand. Like... if you suddenly found yourself into a girl who was becoming a man would you take a chance on it?"

"Oh..." Fabien thought a bit, then looked down at the whimpering panda and slapped him a little lighter across the cheek with the flogger. "I guess that makes a little sense. A little. Huh."

Mori yelped again and spoke up, though his voice was shaky. "I think you should go for it! Trust your feelings!"

Rick shook his head, "that's fine for you kids but I'm a little old to be taking chances... and if I do this it won't be casual dating. It'll be an all or nothing thing. I have to be sure."

Fabien grabbed a ball gag and shoved it into Mori's mouth, "no one was asking you anyway!" He turned back to Rick with a sigh, "so why don't you trust your feelings?"

"Because I'm not gay!" He rubbed his eyes wearily, "why do I have to keep explaining that? For at least a long time, before she can get her surgeries, she's going to have a dick. And I'm not into boys."

"She's not a boy." Fabien pushed Mori's hard cock around with a fingertip slowly, then gave it a slap.

"I know," Rick shook his head. "But that's like... being polite. When you get down to it, physically, she's a boy."

"No." Fabien walked back to the counter and fumbled through a bag of implements, "if I saw this girl naked I would be the one to dislike her, not you. It is not the penis that is the important part. I am gay because I like the way boys look. And you... well, you don't."

"That's too simple," Rick shook his head. "You may not like the body type but I'm sure lots of gays would be into it."

Fabien looked over to Mori and they both shook their heads in unison, "an effeminate boy is one thing, but that's a boy. The breasts? No. The build? Only if it's not too much. Gays like boys, not just dicks."

"So..." Rick stood up, "you think I should give it a go?"

Fabien shrugged, "that's up to you." He picked up something and walked slowly back to the panda on his table. "If you're not trying it out because you think it makes you gay, though... well, you're an idiot. From what I hear, people who go after trannies are usually straight otherwise. They just like girls... no matter what's between the legs. You aren't unique."

Rick nodded and started heading for the door. Fabien suddenly raised a gleaming knife and pressed it to the base of Mori's penis, the boy squirming in fear.

"Jesus!" Rick jumped back, "seriously?"

Fabien pointed to Rick and clacked his beak in excitement, "finally! I can still shock you!"

---

It was late... but Ginger had insisted it didn't matter. Rick parked his car in front of the mansion and checked the address again. This... didn't make sense. How could this possibly be where she lived?

Rick sat in his car for a while, doubting and fearful. It was easy to tell himself he should go talk to her but the closer he got the more awkward he felt about the coming conversation. And really... he'd had all too much awkwardness lately.

Rick pulled out his phone and sent Ginger a text, telling her he was there. It was a little trick... now he was committed. No sneaking back off into the night to live an easier but duller life of loneliness and drunken misery. He had to move forward.

Rick finally worked up the courage to get out of his car and head for the door. A plaque on it read "Evil Petting Zoo"... weirder and weirder. He knocked three times and waited for an answer when a woman's voice called out, telling him to enter. He did in fact find the door unlocked and when he went inside he found himself in something more like a hotel lobby than a mansion.

"You don't need to knock," a grumpy Dalmatian whined from a desk, wearing a clear dominatrix outfit. Rick was starting to feel like he'd wandered into a strange dream.

"Uh... why not?" Rick shuffled his feet, looking around. A naked girl, a black cat with some sort of artificial yellow markings twisting around her body, sat on the floor next to the Dalmatian. She had a thick collar around her neck.

The Dalmatian lady sighed, "do you usually knock when you go to a store?"

"This is a store?" Rick looked around again.

"Close enough," she growled. The black cat stroked the dog's leg soothingly, "what do you want?"

"I'm here to see Rachel." He really hoped this wasn't the right place now.

"You have an appointment?" She was petting the cat's head now.

"No, I'm just here to talk to her." Rick sighed... so it was the right place.

"God damn it," she pulled the cat's hair suddenly. "First Ginger and now you? Well no more! You want her during work hours you pay for it like a customer!"

Rick blinked and then shrugged. "Ok, I'll pay for it."

The canine stared at him for a bit and then slid a paper over to him, "sign these. Liability waivers. Things like that."

He didn't bother reading them... he did wonder what they were but he was a little past caring. He just wanted over this hurdle before his courage ran out.

"Leave a credit card and ID with me," she held out her hand. "Since you aren't a regular I'm not going to trust you to pay after."

He handed her his credit card and she handed him a key with a room number on the end and pointed down the hallway. Rick sighed and headed down the corridor, checking room by room.

---

Rachel's ears swiveled at the knocking on the door. It was a relief to have the wait ended. Brenda had texted her the room number and Damien had clearly gotten a similar text, needed to watch over her again. She'd been mostly free that day and that had been unpleasant. As much as she couldn't care about her work, staring at the wall with only her own forlorn thoughts for company was much worse.

Damien wasn't much of a distraction, either. The wolf was an easy going person, the type who went out of his way to be everyone's friend, but Rachel found him to be dull... superficial even. His conversation was bland and his small talk was worse.

Damien waited a few moments and then another knock came at the door. The big wolf cursed and got up from his chair to open the door.

"You were given a key so you could come in," Damien scolded the customer. "Anyway, she's waiting right there."

"I'm sorry... I'm not used to this." Rachel turned her head toward the door in disbelief at the voice. It really was Rick.

"Oh no..." Damien shook his head. "You can't be a Dom if you're going to go apologizing like that!"

"What are you doing here?" Rachel growled a little as she spoke, ears lying back flat.

Rick flinched at her words but strode into the room anyway. He seemed to have predicted her response. "I needed to talk to you again."

Rachel glared at the bear and Damien gave her a meaningful stare followed by a small twist of his head, indicating the door. Subtly asking if he should throw the bear out. As if he could.

She gave a tiny shake of her head and faced Rick again, arms folded over her bosom. There had been no instructions on how to dress so she'd worn a simple skirt and tank top. In her black mood she was taking every opportunity to spite even her best customers. If a proper outfit wasn't requested she wasn't going to provide it.

"I don't care what you want, Rick. This is business. You want my time you pay for it and you do what you paid for." Rachel turned away again and stalked to the wall, where wrist and ankle cuffs were fitted into the studs. She wasn't sure why she didn't want him gone, really... maybe she relished the chance to make him feel awkward.

Rick looked over to Damien helplessly and the wolf groaned, "don't tell me you need trained? Look, latch her to the wall."

Rick looked back to Rachel, long hair flowing down her back and arms already planted flat. He padded over, careful not to touch her; the anger radiating off of her was palpable. Instead he took a cuff in his hand and examined it.

Leather, bound to the wall by a chain. Fairly simple. The straps pulled through like a belt. He affixed the top pair to her wrists, barely long enough to reach past her hands. The two by her legs were much longer, allowing her to bend over toward the wall. He clamped those around her ankle as well. When he stood up she'd already freed her hands and scowled at him defiantly. He'd left them much too loose.

"You have to restrain her," Damien whined behind him. "She's not going to just pretend you did it. You want to dominate her you have to earn it."

Rick bit back a retort. She could tell from his manner that he wasn't into domination and she hoped this would drive him away. He put the cuffs around the silent girl's wrists again and this time tugged them tight. She yelped a little and gave a little struggle with the pain.

"Don't cut off her circulation, man." Damien had come up to have a look, "just the tightest setting that won't hurt her."

Rick looked like he wanted to scream at the wolf but he bit it back with visible effort. Rachel was surprised he hadn't given up already; he must really not want to leave the room or anger her. She was fine with that; more chances for her to take revenge on him.

Rick loosened the cuff just slightly before securing the strap and repeated the process on the other one. Then Damien handed him a ball gag. Rick looked it over questioningly and Damien nodded. Rick wouldn't want to cut off her ability to speak, she knew, but he seemed nervous to refuse any directions. Rachel didn't want to talk to him anyway, though.

Rick pressed the rubber ball to Rachel's lips but her teeth stayed locked. She even gave him a little growl. She may not want to talk to him but she didn't want to be left the only silent one in the room, forced to listen to him but unable to retort. But he maintained the pressure and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I'm sorry I let you down, Rachel. I just want to make it up to you."

She glared a little... but after a few seconds her jaws opened of their own accord and she let the ball slip in. He lifted up her hair and fastened the strap behind her head. She didn't understand why his words had soothed her and she was angry with herself for letting it happen. When Rick turned back to Damien the wolf was looking at him expectantly.

"What?" Rick spread his arms in disbelief. "There can't possibly be more expected of me?"

"She's not even collared." Damien seemed bewildered by this omission.

"But... why would I need a collar?" Rick looked back at Rachel against the wall, "should I like... take her for a walk?"

Damien slapped his forehead, "goodness man... what the hell?" Rachel choked back a laugh, both at Rick's misunderstanding and Damien's exasperation.

"Well fine," Rick sighed. "So give me a collar to put on her."

Damien stared at him a bit, "it's... sort of a personal thing. You should choose it yourself." Damien gestured to a rack of collars on a table and Rick went to inspect them. They... looked like collars. Some of them looked scarier than others but, really... why would he care? He finally settled on a simple, blue collar that he thought would set off her tawny fur well.

Rick lifted Rachel's hair out of the way again and she tensed at his touch. She felt... profoundly wrong about this. She didn't see any reason it should matter, dozens of men had collared her meaninglessly, but this time it felt offensively false.

"I don't think I should do this," Rick tossed the collar onto the bed.

Damien sighed and turned away, "fine, whatever. So what do you want to do to her?"

Rick grew even more uncomfortable. "I... well, I feel a little uncomfortable about this. Especially with you here." Rick shrugged nervously. "I gather this is some sort of bondage club, right?"

Damien took a seat in the corner and watched Rick curiously, "just what are you doing here, anyway? You don't seem like you want to learn to be a Dom."

"I just wanted to talk to Rachel. This is the only address I had for her." Rick glanced around the room, noticing for the first time the whips and paddles scattered about, hung from racks on the walls.

"I don't think she wants to talk to you," Damien gave her a long look, watching for some indication of what he should do. "But she doesn't seem to want you thrown out either."

"I met her recently... and it went well." Rick brushed his paw through his short head fur nervously, "and then I fucked it up. So I want to try again."

Damien shrugged, "I don't really care about what happened, man. I just want this awkward bullshit to be over."

Rick finally snapped. The wolf, with his domineering manner and snide dismissal finally pushed him too far. He snarled at Damien, "I fell in love with her, you pompous ass! Now shut the fuck up!"

Damien froze. It didn't seem like he was used to being questioned and he seemed to finally realize just how big this bear was. He gave Rachel another pensive look. She was looking back but not at Damien. Rick's emotional outburst had her attention.

"I am not just going to fucking give up!" Rick was trembling with anger, directed as much at himself as at Damien, "if I have to pay to talk to her and tie her up and whatever the fuck it is you want me to do to her, then fine. I'll fucking do it. Because I'll do whatever it takes to get back to her!"

"Calm down man," Damien stood up again, raising his paws in a soothing gesture. "I don't think this is a good way to handle your problems, now do you?"

"I made a mistake," Rick fell to his knees crying. "I don't think another chance is so much to ask!"

Whatever response Damien had was cut short by another knock on the door. Everyone froze and Damien nervously called, "Brenda? It's ok. Don't worry."

The door opened to Ginger, "Brenda? Nah, I snuck past that bitch. She doesn't like me."

Rachel was shocked and she struggled with the restraints on the wall, the conspiracy between her and Rick growing obvious. She felt manipulated suddenly. Rick moved to remove her restraints but Ginger stopped him, "no, keep her like that. She needs to shut up and listen for a little bit."

"Do I... really need to be here?" Damien laughed nervously, "I don't know what's going on but it's getting really uncomfortable."

Ginger waved him away without a word and he capitulated quickly. "Now Rachel, I know you're mad at Rick but you need to listen to me right now. This guy's smitten with you badly. He came back to my apartment looking for you, even, and he broke down crying on my couch. He regrets leaving that morning more than anything he's ever done."

"I know I don't really deserve another chance..." Rick sniffled a little.

"Shut up Rick," Ginger gave him a steely look. "Rick does deserve another chance. You know why? Because we spent all night deceiving him, liquoring him up and tricking him into it. That he freaked out in the morning is the most understandable thing in the world. That he's come back proves he's exactly what you wanted. You wanted a straight guy, not some chaser. Well... that morning freak-out is the best you could honestly hope for after what we did to him."

Rick shook his head, "no no, Rachel didn't do anything wrong."

"Shut the fuck up, Rick!" Ginger actually slapped him that time. He barely noticed. "Yes she did! I pushed her into all that shit we put you through but she let me do it! It's not you who should be begging for a second chance, it's the two of us! Both of us."

Ginger motioned Rick over to Rachel, "you can take those bonds off now. Rachel, you have to understand that as hard as being abandoned was on you... what Rick went through is also really hard. Cut him a little slack."

Once Rick freed one of Rachel's paws she immediately went to work on the other cuff herself. Rick knelt down to free her legs while she did so, and undid the ball gag. When he stood up he found the fennec hugging him tightly, her head buried in his stomach with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Rick! Please give me another chance!" She sobbed. She hadn't been sure what she was going to do when she got free, really. Her thoughts were swirling with competing emotions. Ginger's words had gotten through her anger, though.

Rick looked around, "I... think I need to know a little more about you, Rachel... but I'm going to go ahead and say yes. If you'll give me another chance."

"Stop that!" Ginger grumped, "I told you to stop asking for that!"

Rick stuck out his tongue at her. The childlike gesture seemed odd from him but he also seemed very giddy with Rachel clinging to him. He reached down and picked her right up off her feet, hugging her against his chest. Her dangling legs kicked a little and she giggled, nuzzling into his shoulder with his warm bulk surrounding her. She didn't think she'd ever felt so safe and calm.

"You should put that collar on me, now." Rachel kissed his cheek, "and take me home." It felt very right now.

Rick nodded and sat down on the bed, placing Rachel on his lap. He retrieved the collar he'd tossed there and lifted up her hair.

Rachel's paw stopped his, "you should know... for a master and a submissive putting on a collar is a big deal. This means something, Rick. Even if you're not really a Dom."

Rick nodded and she took her paw away. He slipped the blue band of leather slowly around her throat, the fox lifting her chin to make room. He pulled the strap in the back through the belt loop and tugged it until it was tight but not cutting off her breath, pressing in her small Adam's apple a little. After he finished with the buckle he let her hair down, stroked it flat and kissed the top of her head.

"Ok, let's sneak her out." Ginger peaked out the door to make sure Brenda didn't happen to be nearby, "that Dalmatian will have a fit if she sees us."

"But she has my credit card... and ID." Rick spread his paws apologetically.

"Crap... uh... we'll use you as a diversion! Go finish up with her and we'll sneak out to my car!"

---

Ginger sat silently on Rick's doorstep while she and Rachel waited for him to get home. The two of them had been oddly quiet on the drive over. The conversation at the club had left them both with a lot to think about and a lot of uncertainty about how the other would feel. Ginger had been unusually harsh to Rachel there, after all.

The fennec was standing, watching down the road for any pair of headlights that she hoped might be the bear's. She finally spoke up, casually, "so did you sleep with him, too?"

Ginger blushed and looked away. "Yeah, I did."

"When?"

"The next day when he came back to talk." She chewed her lip, "I made the move on him. Don't blame him for it. I just... had wanted a chance at him too."

Rachel finally looked back from the road at Ginger. "You think I'm angry? We started this together, Ging. Why would I want you out of the game now?"

Ginger knew plenty of replies. Because Rachel and Rick had something special. Because girls got territorial over guys. Because a good friend would have backed off from Rick just in case. Rachel might be ok with it but Ginger still felt like a traitor.

Rachel was already distracted by another set of approaching headlights. A pair that, this time, finally did pull into the apartment complex. When Rick stepped out of the small, old car Rachel ran up and hugged him. He gave her a fond squeeze. Ginger smiled; she was glad that despite her betrayal she'd managed to get them together.

When Rick neared her on his way to the door Ginger stood up and the bear stopped to hug her, too. Despite recently having had sex with him the contact felt awkward and shameful to her. It was a closeness she didn't really deserve. It was all about Rachel and Rick now.

She wasn't really sure why she'd made her move on Rick that day. She had felt somewhat cheated to miss her chance... but Rachel's attraction to the big bear had always been the primary reason for taking him home anyway. Making Rachel happy had always been the point.

Ginger followed the other two into Rick's apartment quietly, mulling over her past mistakes. Maybe she'd hoped the betrayal would spark some feeling or reveal to her the reason other people were so prone to do so. Movies and novels and other people's lives always seemed full of these powerful desires strong enough to make people do clearly wrong things even to people they loved... that must be a powerful feeling.

Maybe she just wanted that feeling.

"Wow, you've got a lot of crap." Rachel laughed when Rick turned on his lights. Ginger took a look around too. It was the polar opposite of her barren home; an apartment sorely lived in. The media center looked probably impressive but it was so scuffed, tangled and buried she couldn't really be sure. Some of the dishes in the half-kitchen were not clean. Opened bits of mail had fallen unchecked to the floor. There was even the odd shirt that never made its way to the hamper.

This apartment had life. The man who lived here experienced life too much to stop and tidy everything up. And suddenly Ginger understood. She hadn't been trying to chase some experience of feeling through betrayal. She'd been trying to sap it off of him.

Rick's explosion of pain and desire that day had been so powerful... and she wanted to be a part of those feelings. It hadn't worked, though. Every moment she was still distracted, calculating, planning... hell, she'd actually stopped to worry about dirtying the counter with sex! What fucked up priorities....

"Sorry I didn't clean up," Rick apologized sheepishly. "I didn't really expect to get you back here."

"You don't seem like a man to be so lacking in confidence." Ginger walked over to his TV and picked up a thin box, wondering if it was a video game or a movie.

"I guess not. Usually." Rick came over to see what she had, "do you like video games?"

Ginger shrugged and set it down, "I don't really have any hobbies. I just work and go to clubs, I guess."

Rick gave her a baffled look tinged with sadness but was soon distracted by Rachel tugging on his hand, "how did you manage to get so much stuff? Does that bar pay really well?"

Rick laughed, "oh no, not really. But you know... if you pay a lot for one thing you cut the budget elsewhere. Shitty cheap apartment, crap car, cheap clothes, bad food... but I can afford to have fun."

"Have fun, huh?" Ginger gave Rachel a quick grin, "I think we mostly get our fun in other ways...."

Rachel smiled back and hugged Rick around the waist, dipping her muzzle to nuzzle right into his crotch. He jumped a little in surprise, laughing.

"I hope you're ready." He reached down and picked Rachel up, lifting her to head level. "This is going to be different."

"What?" Rachel looked into his eyes curiously, "how?"

"I'm not going to avoid anything." And Rick walked to the bedroom. Ginger considered for a moment and looked to the couch but then Rick called out, "you coming?"

Ginger followed them into the bedroom, unmade bed and more clothes scattered around. He was being embarrassed again but Ginger found it oddly invigorating. "Just get to taking care of the little girl, man."

Rick nodded and laid Rachel down on the bed, giggling in his massive paws. He stripped his clothes off with unceremonial swiftness before climbing onto the bed at her feet and sticking his muzzle right under her skirt. He nuzzled at her tucked in penis right through her panties and she squealed, thighs squeezing his head. He did not relent, though, and she couldn't really prevent him while his paws slipped in, tugging up her panties. Suddenly his broad tongue was stroking over her cock, slowly untucking from between her thighs as it stiffened.

Ginger climbed onto the bed and snuck up behind Rachel's head, grabbing the girl's arms and holding them up away from Rick, preventing her from fighting back while she moaned. Between embarrassment and overwhelming sensation the girl would sometimes struggle against the pleasure.

As Rachel's short skirt was pushed up from her hips she could see Rick's lips wrapping around the fennec's small penis. She was quite surprised and caught herself giggling at the sight. Rick looked up at her, grinning around the little shaft. He'd become amazingly comfortable in such a short time.

"Don't try too hard, Rick." Ginger coached the bear, "the estrogen makes it really hard for her to orgasm. Could take over an hour." The bear nodded and Ginger turned her attention back to the fox. She tucked the short girl's arms into the crooks of her own, freeing her hands to pull Rachel's shirt up over her breasts. She gave each mound a squeeze, drawing whimpering cries form the fox.

Rick's muzzle was dipping down, releasing Rachel's dick and nuzzling under her balls. Ginger whistled and shook her head; he wasn't even drunk and he was going that far. In her turn she got up on her knees, still keeping careful hold of the fennec's arms, and pressed her muzzle to Rachel's. The kiss was upside down, tongue lapping out at her friends lips in breathy moans, and then she moved down, wrapping her lips around Rachel's nipples, each in turn.

Rick had lifted up Rachel's short legs to spread them out and Ginger was sure he was rimming her, though it didn't last long. After only a few seconds the bear straightened up, his cock now bobbing thick and proud. Ginger saw him putting it in position and grinned with wicked thoughts.

Ginger stood quickly to pull off her own pants and top, almost as quick and sloppy as Rick had been, and then knelt over her friend again. While she watched Rick's dick slipping into Rachel's ass she pressed her own slit to the fox's lips, puffy labia kissing moistly to the barely controlled moans escaping Rachel. Ginger rubbed her slit along the fennec's snout, moaning even before Rachel began licking through the shallow trench.

Ginger leaned forward into Rick, groaning happily and the bear pressed a tight kiss into her lips. She lost herself there for a minute, the tongue sliding through her moistening sex and the tongue parting her trembling lips banishing other thoughts briefly from her mind. Then it was broken and Ginger almost collapsed, head pressed into Rick's generous belly and staring down at Rachel's bobbing shaft.

Ginger watched Rick's massive dick sliding into the strained, pink pucker behind her friend's balls and felt herself growing even more aroused than Rachel's ministrations were managing. Though it took some arching of her back Ginger managed to get her lips to her friend's crotch, slipping her lips around the fox's dick.

Rachel was growing far more aware of her friend's body as well, the thick fragrance of Ginger's vagina filling her nostrils and the thin labia spread around the fox's snout and lips. She slipped her muzzle along the slit, lips nibbling at the labia. At one end her tongue circled and stroked Ginger's clitoris to riotous effect and at the other it dove as deeply into the chipmunk's vaginal canal as it could reach.

While Ginger suckled on the small span of Rachel's flesh Rick's stomach bumped against her head, savage grunting coming from above, and she could both hear and smell his penetration so close to her. Ginger's thoughts and every sense were enveloped in love making with the burly bear and her closest friend and before she knew it she was coming.

She could hear pleased sighs from Rachel while her nectar flowed into the fennec's lips, tongue still drawing through her slit to collect the fluid. She knew Rachel's fetishism of females was powerful and it didn't take long before the taste of female fluids drove her friend over, combined with the all-encompassing stimulation of Rick's massive dick, and a small amount of sweet semen dribbled onto Ginger's muzzle.

It wasn't too much and it didn't spray like a man's, the organ's abilities dwindling the more the hormones changed the fox, but the relative inability of Rachel's dick oddly appealed to Ginger. It wasn't threatening or overpowering, just cute and almost childlike. She hadn't often tasted the semen, sweeter than a man's from diminished sperm production; it took a great deal of stimulation to drive the fox over the edge. It was amazing that Ginger and Rick had managed it so quickly.

As Ginger rolled off of her friend, panting with sore legs barely keeping her aloft, Rick finished himself, nearly screaming while he emptied his massive balls into the little girl. When he was finally done he collapsed on the bed between the two girls and they curled up to his sides warmly. And soon they were all asleep.

---

Ginger awoke quickly the next morning, her own anxiety about an early morning departure seeming to set her internal clock ahead. She looked at the other two, lying prone still, and carefully rose from the bed. While she got dressed in silence she watched them sleeping happily. Last night had been the sort of sublime, emotionally powerful experience she'd been seeking all her life. She had been so overwhelmed by all of the feelings and emotions surrounding her that she'd been drawn along regardless of her own thoughts. It had been amazing.

But now it was time for their life. Their relationship. Now she was just their friend.

"Where are you going?" Rick was slowly rising up, soft cock flopped over his thigh while he rubbed his eyes blearily.

Ginger sighed, pulling on her shirt. "Look, it was really fun last night but... it's you two now. I'm the third wheel. You two should be alone your first real day together."

Rick shook his head, "that's not what I want. I mean, I love her but... I also love you. I love you two together. I mean, I told you that I think of you two as a pair... and it's still true. I fell in love with the both of you together."

"Don't be silly," Ginger cursed her inability to sneak off quietly. Damn boys. "We're just friends who fool around sometimes. We can't be in a relationship together."

"Damn it, Ginger." Rachel was still lying down with her eyes closed, her own shaft erect with morning wood. "I told you that we started this together. I don't want you out of the game."

"You want to date me, Rachel?" Ginger thought back over the friendship with uncertainty. Had she been missing signs?

"I don't want to date you. I want to date the both of you." Rachel finally opened her eyes, "it's the three of us together that work you idiot. Without all three of us we'd never have even hooked up. So come back to bed."

Ginger stood at the foot of the bed for a while with both of them watching her quietly. This was... odd. But Ginger liked adventures. And last night had been the experience she'd waited all her life for. She stripped her clothes off again and climbed back onto the bed.

"Ok, but this time, I'm in the middle!"

---

Rick sat with his back to the bar watching another slow night. Days in the middle of the week rarely drew much business. Rachel and Ginger were out dancing on the floor. They'd tried to get him out, too, but he really couldn't dance while working. Not that he was a dancer anyway.

"So how did things go?" He could hear Dominique cleaning glasses behind him, keeping busy. Slow nights weren't good for the bartender. She liked to keep distracted rather than annoyed on a day like this.

Rick nodded toward the dance floor, "I'm dating them now."

"Them?" Dominique chittered curiously, leaning forward.

"Yep." Rick smiled over his shoulder, "we're all in one big relationship."

"Think that's a good idea?" Dominique gave him a serious look. Those looks annoyed Rick. "Those sorts of arrangements don't usually end well. Someone tends to get jealous."

"Not going to happen." Rick went back to watching the two girls, laughing together while Ginger ground against Rachel's ass, kneeling to do so.

Fiona and Robur approached, slipping inside now that line duty had become redundant. All of the small bar crowd had worked their way past the doorman by now. They took seats to either side of Rick and he gave them quizzical looks.

"Things worked out." Fiona wasn't asking.

"How could you tell?" Rick returned his eyes to the two beautiful girls he got to call his own.

"You look happy." She looked out, too. "You look happy... with them dancing together."

"It's all three of us in a relationship." Rick smiled to Fiona. He was finally starting to warm to her. She was strange... but genuinely good people.

"Which one is the, you know..." Robur didn't seem sure how to ask.

Rick thought about fucking with the guy and his awkward question... but being happy left him without the desire to be mean. It was an unnatural state for him. "The short one."

Robur nodded and then rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You know, it just struck me. You've always been the normal one. Or most normal one. We're all bi, the boss and his boy are doing that freaky bondage stuff... you were the one normal guy."

"So?" Rick was not feeling quite so friendly anymore.

"So now you're the weirdest of us. You're in a three person relationship and with a transsexual. I mean, wow... things sure did get reversed!" Robur grinned and laughed, "funny week."

"That's not the half of it, Robur." Rick looked away while Dominique handed the boy a drink. Rick waited until he was taking a sip to continue. "Rachel works in a bondage dungeon."

And Robur spit out his drink.