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Disclaimer - This work will weasel its way into your mind in the most insidious fashion. It involves the awkward point in a relationship where both sides must come forth with their own shortcomings. After that of course things may get out of hand, so if weaselly writhing transformative sex isn't your thing, perhaps you'd better sit this one out. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

Weaseling Out

It was another date that was possibly not a date. Many seasons had passed since Susan had been in a serious relationship, and the last screaming match of a breakup didn't exactly make her eager to throw herself back into the game, but Jameson seemed nice enough. He was technically her Pilates instructor, but they'd slowly taken to talking after the group classes and things rolled along quickly enough that they had gone together to the new Thai place that opened up on the corner, seen a terribly cheesy summer blockbuster, and even caroused at the Wednesday Market.

He was a really sweet guy, but despite his seemingly gregarious nature, he always seemed a little too reserved. He certainly wasn't very forthcoming with details about his life. Jameson was estranged from his family, who were quite possibly Irish judging by his shaggy bright red-brown hair. But he also had the strangest deep dark eyes that always seemed to be suppressing some inner mischief.

Anyways, this was the first of their meetings that he had set up personally, and Susan was excited, but a little trepidatious. She was at the point in her life where she just wanted the weird tangled awkward ugly truth out in the open. It was better to leave a relationship disappointed after a few dates when you learn that your significant other makes their living peddling designer drugs to under age kids. When one learned about this fact after almost two years of dating . . . it made the whole thing seem like a huge chunk of your life was simply a very poorly written lie.

She sighed as she parked her car in the lot under the Pilates studio. It was an odd place to meet up, but Jameson promised that it would be special, and that he was willing to talk about the future truthfully. That was what made a lump rise up in her throat when she thought about it. What did he have to hide? Was this going to be their last meeting? Would she have to find another place to exercise when she learned that he was actually some terrible amalgamation of Hitler and Stalin all hidden behind his lightly freckled face? She steeled herself as she walked up the flight of old linoleum covered stairs towards the simple wooden door with its glossy sign. At the very least she was getting it over early this time.

"Hey, Susan!" Jameson's beaming voice greeted her as she pulled open the door. The studio was empty, just like he'd said it would be. He'd turned down the lights so that the whole wooden room glowed with the faint orangish sheen of the old incandescent lights, reflecting at odd angles from the three stand up mirrors that were leaned against the far wall.

"Well hello there." She greeted him, glad to see his smiling face but still a little nervous as she walked inside. Jameson wore an old faded brown tee-shirt and a set of baggy nylon shorts, which wasn't unusual for him. "It's so weird to be here without anyone else," she chuckled. "You said we could try some of the 'intense' stretches that the class wasn't ready for yet." He rolled his beady eyes at her as she quoted the email.

"Well, yeah. I mean, what's the point of owning a Pilates studio if you can't use it every once in awhile for a little 'intense stretching.'" He laughed nervously as she took off her sweatshirt and rolled out her own mat next to his, just like the beginning of a class. His voice always had an odd chirping quality about it that made Susan smile whenever she noticed it. "Uhhh, yeah, but anyways," he scratched his head selfconsciously. "Let's do a little warming up."

"Alright." Susan nervously settled down on her mat next to his. It was so hard to tell with this guy. Was he coming on to her, or was he just being friendly? It was so hard to tell . . .

They both went through their basic exercises, stretching side to side, working their cores and the like in the silence as Jameson cleared his throat. "So, I know that you, umm, wanted to talk about . . . us, I guess," he faltered out as he touched his toes. He really did make being incredibly limber look easy.

"Oh, err. Yes." My god. She sounded so awkward, her own voice echoing throughout the room. He probably thought she was some kind of weirdo . . .

"Well, I've been thinking a lot about it, and I really like you. But, there are some things you should know about me first." Jameson stopped and scooted up behind her on the mat, rubbing her shoulders with tense kneading strokes that spread her muscles out with practiced pressure even as she gritted her teeth like she was expecting to be hit at any moment with a two by four of information.

Oh god. Here it comes. He's going to reveal that he's involved in some kind of human trafficking, or attached to the mob . . .

"And I've really never told anyone about this, so uhh. If you don't want to . . . stay. Then please, just don't tell anyone alright?" His hands continued their confident rubbing even as his voice trailed off.

"Yeah. Hah, okay. I promise. But, let me go first." She just wanted to stretch out their time together a little longer before the inevitable end. "I lied on my taxes to get an academic subsidy even though I was only taking a knitting class. I wished that my grandma was dead when I was seven and she died the next evening. My favorite color is actually blue, but I tell everyone it's orange because I think it's more interesting. And I'm terrified of not knowing things about people because my last boyfriend turned out to be a drug dealer." She took a deep breath. "I'm also worried about dying alone and no one coming to my funeral," Susan finished. That was one of the most difficult things she had ever done.

"Oh . . . I uhhh, only have one I guess," Jameson gulped. "You see, I'm not quite who I look like. I'm err . . . a bit of a weasel . . ." he trailed off. His hands felt wonderful against her, and they were developing a strange feeling where his fingertips pressed against her tightly and there was little scraping sensations trailing after them, like he had long fingernails or something. She hadn't noticed before.

"Weasel? Like . . . do you work with the mob?" It had that vague cop movie sound to it. Oh god she'd been right. He must be some kind of criminal on the lamb.

"What? Oh, no I mean. Really, like I'm a weasel." He tried to explain.

"Oh god . . . You're married?" That must be what he meant. She knew that this had all seemed too good. He was just too caring, but must have burnt out after marrying too young . . .

"Hm? No! Oh, god no." He sighed. "I mean like . . . really . . . kind of like a ferret."

"I don't think I understand the metaphor . . . Or, is it a gang?" His chest pressed against her back, and it felt smooth and silky soft. His shirt had looked pretty scruffy, but maybe it was one of those new poly-blends she had heard about.

"Not metaphorically. Uhh, here." He stepped around from behind Susan timidly.

Her jaw hung open as she silently stared.

The only things that were the same about him were the baggy shorts, the ratty shirt, and the same color of hair . . . or fur? He looked like some kind of gigantic stretched out teddy bear. Well, no. Maybe more like a cat? But also person-like. . . His fuzzy ears pulled back and he hung his head as she continued to say nothing.

"Yeah. Okay. I can see this isn't what you were expecting, and I completely understand that you want to leave." His muzzle moved as he spoke, revealing his pointed teeth and pink animal tongue. "I just thought that I should tell you, you know . . . before it came up." He scratched at his arm awkwardly with his padded paw hands, complete with black claws that curved from the ends of his altered fingertips.

Her eyes ran up his white chest that nervously contracted as he breathed. There was a gap between his shirt and shorts now that she could see his long furry white abdomen through. Even his feet were changed; splayed out, animal paws dimpling the foam mat he stood on. "So . . . this is it?" she asked slowly.

"What do you mean it? This is who I am . . . I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I've never really wanted to be close to anyone before because of . . .this." He waved his hands down at his elongated body miserably.

"But you're not a terrorist? Or running an illegal dog fighting ring on the side? This is what you didn't want to tell me?" Her mind was racing. This really wasn't all that bad . . . all things considered.

"Uhh . . . no? I am a gigantic talking weasel though. Other than that I just teach Pilates . . ." He shifted his weight to the side slowly, sinewy form bending with inhuman flexibility. His legs seemed a bit shorter than they had been as he turned to walk to the locker room in the back, and his reddish brown short tail flicked about behind him with nervous disappointment.

"Wait." Susan stood up and walked after him. "I guess, I don't really mind," she shrugged. "I mean it's still you right? You're just a little, uhh, fuzzier?" She laughed in a manner that broke the oppressive silence of the room apart. "I mean, I'm not sure how it's possible. But, if this is the only thing you have to be ashamed of, that's a pretty amazing feat."

"Really," his ears perked up as he turned around, beady eyes glowing. "I mean, no pressure or anything. It's gotta be strange, and I don't want to force you into any . . ."

"Alright, that's it. Anyone who would say things like that has got to be worth knowing better." Susan interrupted him. She walked up and pressed a hand tentatively against the side of his neck. "My god, that's soft!" Her hand combed through his plush coat.

"Uhh, thanks . . ." His hands fidgeted like he couldn't find a good place for them. "It's actually pretty nice. Way more comfortable than just . . . skin, even if the clothes get kind of itchy."

"Well then," Susan said with evident mischief. "I guess you'll just have to take them off." She peeled up at his tee-shirt, revealing the plush milky white fur of his chest. "And then you can really help me with some intense stretching." She felt like nothing could go wrong at this point. They had both put their flaws forward, and neither seemed all that perturbed. This was a new and almost magical experience. Well, maybe it was magic. Could he be cursed? She should really ask about that. . . .

Jameson stammered. "Ah. Uhhh, Are you sure? I don't really have any . . . protection or anything." He tried wrapping his paws around her shoulders as she ran hers over his face, making his whiskers twitch around his pink wet nose while he smelled the soap she had used to shower with that morning. It was very distinctive, and he had always associated it with her.

"Oh you. Don't worry, I'm on the pill. And it's not like you have rabies or anything . . . You don't have rabies do you?" Her old suspicion flared up again.

"What! No, I don't have rabies. I've never even uhhh . . ." he trailed off. This was the embarrassing part about being a twenty three year old Pilates instructor.

"Really!?" she looked at him with surprise evident in her features. "I would have thought the girls would be all over a cute guy like you."

"Well, there is the whole man-sized weasel thing . . ." He pointed out again. It seemed like she was taking this too easily, and he was considering the fact that maybe he'd sent her into some kind of shock.

"Is that why you don't get along with your family?" She hazarded a guess. "I don't mean to pry, but did they kick you out for the whole . . . uhh, weasel thing?"

"Hah, oh. No way. It's actually the opposite. My family is a whole pack of weasels, and they'd rather I stay with them. That's kind of why I moved out here, you know, to get away. I also promised them I wouldn't tell anyone about this . . ."

"Oh . . . so it's genetic?" Well that explained it; or at least some of it. Perhaps he came from a long and noble line of weasels.

"Pretty much," he spread his hands apart. "I'm surprised you're not more freaked out. I knew some foxes that used to live down the hall from me that would totally fuck with their landlords. Whenever he'd walk by for the rent they'd just stand their in their real forms and stare at him. Heh, after that he just sorta stopped complaining that they were late on their payments." God, it felt weird to talk about this stuff to another person, or . . . at least a regular person.

"Huh, so it's not just magical weasels then. I'm not sure if that makes this whole thing more or less interesting." She leaned up towards his white and furry chin. "Anyways, where were we," she pressed in against his animal mouth, and lapped out with her tongue sliding across his thin dark furry lips before slipping into his mouth as they embraced.

His front teeth were quite pointed and they tickled as she licked across them. The texture of his tongue was odd too: a little rough, but in a strange "rubbing velvet in the wrong direction" kind of way. Jameson let out a burbling purr of contentment as his ears twitched and he closed his eyes. He was such a softie.

"You're not bad for a first timer." Susan pulled back and shook her shoulder length dark hair.

"Well,I never said I hadn't kissed a girl before." He squirmed a bit, as if uncomfortable bringing the topic up, even in private. "Just not anything, uhh, past that . . ."

"Well, I think we're far past that," Susan tugged down at the elastic waist of his shorts, pulling them down along with his drawers even as his hand moved down to stop her just a second too late, fur fluffing out on his reddish cheeks. "That's . . . different." She cocked her head to the side as she considered his animal crotch.

"Oh . . . uhh." Jameson pulled his paws across his face like he was trying to hide behind them. "It's basically the same. Don't worry . . ."

"Oh, I'm not worrying." Her hand slid down the pillowy fur of his belly to stroke down the side of his fuzzy sheath. His balls were quite large, nestled in a taut sack of skin that she rubbed past even as an odd chirp of pleasure leaked from his lips and his spine undulated with its inhuman flexibility. "At this point, I'm just curious." She leaned in, hot breath panting against his fur as her fingers pinched the pink pointed head of his emerging member mischievously.

"Ah, ah! Careful!" He sputtered out, claws clenching and unclenching at his sides. It just felt so intense that he couldn't quite deal with it. An odd purring rumble built up in his chest as she ran a finger around the edge of his white furred roll of flesh even as his prick slid out further, pulsing with every throb of his quickening heartbeat.

"Mmm, so sensitive. That's adorable." She smiled up at him as she sniffed in his heavy animal musk. It was very subtle, like a blend of cedar chips, freshly turned compost, and apple cider vinegar; but it made her mouth water in the strangest of ways. She scooted up against him on her knees, one hand palming his ponderous testes as she bent in and lowered her mouth over that surprisingly thin pink throbbing shaft. The glistening skin pulsed as she licked across it, and an electric thrill ran past her senses like she was licking a live wire.

Jameson moaned, hands reaching out and grasping around her head as she began to bob slightly, lips sliding along the shaft as it slowly pulsed out. Although the tip of the member was tapered to a point, the base swelled to a rather sizable girth that she slid a finger around slowly, teasing that gap in the flesh between his sheath and weaselly rod.

She pressed down further, the pointed tip twitching as it tickled the back of her throat. His flavor was beginning to take on a strange animal quality that made her just want more as its intensity seared into her senses. His padded fingers squeezed and rubbed small circles against her temples as she continued and noticed his downy balls beginning to twist and squeeze in her grasp.

"Oh god. Susan. I'm . . . I'm gonna . . ." His whole body shook, tail flicking out as his fur stood on end and he clenched his paws against her while the contracting pleasure welled up inside of him. Jameson closed his eyes, ass clenching, testicles writhing in her grasp. He gasped as gouts of hot animal seed burst forth from him, and she gagged slightly and pulled back, swallowing some of the hot salty maleness and letting the rest splatter across her face in thick white dribbling ropes.

"Wow," Susan leaned back panting. "That, was pretty impressive." Her whole body felt tingly and warm, like that feeling when you first wake up and your bed feels like its almost a part of you. That odd musky animal smell had multiplied a thousand fold and her nose sniffed in quickly as it suffused her senses. "Hah. Pop goes the Weasel right?"

She looked up to see Jamison's furry muzzle staring down at her, jaw hanging wide open. "Oh god. Don't worry. I didn't know this would happen. Just stay calm." He was speaking a mile a minute as he looked down at her.

"Oh, it was good for you too?" She laughed heartily leaning back. "I'm pretty sure that was supposed to happen!"

"Please don't freak out. I think . . . It's probably only temporary. Just . . ." He babbled as she turned her head to the side and saw herself in the large mirror against the wall.

Her eyes widened even as she saw her face changing, dark fur creeping up around her features and spreading out, even as she felt a pressure building up and her flesh began to stretch forward, nose flattening out and turning a moist huffing pink that contrasted with the rest of her visage which rapidly faded into a deep satiny black.

"Jameson." Susan paused, tongue licking out across her sharpening teeth. "Is this . . . normal?" She cracked her neck to the side as it lengthened slightly, becoming sinuous and flexible as her ears pulled up into flickering rounded tufts atop her head.

"I dunno. Please don't hate me. I had no idea. Oh god. Should I call the hospital, or . . ."

"Is this supposed to hurt?" Her voice came out with unusual calmness despite Jameson's pacing and ranting.

"What?"

"Well, does it hurt when you change?" She queried, voice taking on a light chirrup as ebony fur spread down past the top of her shirt.

"Umm, no. But I was born this way. This isn't supposed to be happening!"

"You had to figure out somehow I guess." She scratched at her neck, tugging at the fabric. He was right. Clothes were kind of itchy with fur. Pulling up, she wriggled out of the white blouse, and then unclasped her bra as the black fur spread quickly down her chest, fading to white as it ran between her revealed breasts. She could smell his male mustelid musk from across the room, and it made her nose twitch as whiskers pressed out on either side of her muzzle, quivering in the air. "I forgive you." She shrugged simply. "But, there is one thing . . ."

"Wait, really? I'm still so sorry, I mean, I'd understand completely if you never wanted to see me again. I'm sure we can fix this . . . " He stammered as he watched the silky black and white creep over her breasts making her wide pink nipples stand out in stark contrast. He could smell her, animal scent rising into the air as he tried to take control of the situation.

"Nope." Susan said shortly. "But you did kind of leave me hanging here. . ." She reached her hand down the hem of her workout capris, rubbing against the edge of her moist pussy through her panties as she moaned and began to strip off the tan material. She hadn't been this horny in ages, and if he could manage being a weasel-thing, then she was sure she could as well. He'd said it was probably not permanent anyways. "It's rude to keep a lady waiting." She tugged at the pastel green fabric of her underwear suggestively.

"Well, I guess, I don't have any clue how to stop it . . . so . . ." Jameson thought out loud, mesmerized by her sultry tone as she stretched her back and it popped and pulled out while the changes reached down to her supple belly, fur shifting from midnight black to bright fluffy cloud white in a stark tuft between her breasts that ran down in a brilliant blaze towards her belly. He bent down tentatively, not knowing the exact procedure for this particular situation.

"Oh you." She grabbed his shoulders and tugged him forwards, spreading her legs around him as she pulled her panties to the side and gave him a front seat view of her glistening femininity. "Fair is fair." She stroked the sides of his neck and gently guided his head down as his pink nose sniffed, taking in her quickly changing scent before he lapped out cautiously and heard her moan out in encouragement while his velveteen tongue lapped up the side of her labia carefully.

"Oh god. That's gooooood." She crooned out back bending to and fro, wriggling in a way that seemed humanly impossible. "Try a little deeper. Ahhhhh, oh, good boy." She clenched around his furry cheeks with her thighs as he slipped inside of her, lapping across her inner orifice with slightly more conviction as she contracted against the tip of his warm tongue. The air was filled with the earthy odor of rising weaselly lust, and it wasn't only Jameson's.

As she combed her fingers through the soft reddish fur on top of his head, her hands began to twitch, nails darkening and pushing out into claws that scraped against his skin. Given the encouragement, he pressed his slick pink tongue further into her sweltering depths, making her churr out in bliss as leathery brown pads formed on the tips of her nimble digits while dense black fur raced up her hands and cascaded down her shoulders.

Jameson became lost in a haze of clenching flesh and animal musk as the white fur crept down her thighs, getting about halfway before darkening back to a dense sheet of blackness. He could feel the soft fibers brush out around her pussy as the human hair became smoother, less wiry, and perfectly snow white. She clamped tighter and tighter around his tongue, making it harder for him to slip so far into her clenching depths. Being as inexperienced as he was, the red weasel thought that this was normal in the world of oral sex while he pressed in harder to compensate, making her chirp out in bliss as slick pleasure leaked out from her pussy and down over her ass.

Her whole body lit up with buzzing sensation as he lapped, clawed hands tugging her panties slowly off her changing legs. Susan's new clawed hands dragged tenderly against his skin. "Don't forget the rest of me." She tugged his chin up an inch suggestively as he licked his chops, shaking his head for a moment before stroking out past her tortuously sensitive clit. "There you go . . ." She hissed out, body clenching as the dark fur slid down past her knees and her whole legs seemed to clench and contract in time with her sodden snatch as they pulled back slightly while her feet crackled and stretched out into an animal length. As her toes clenched, black fur raced between them and thick tough paw pads pressed out with amazing swelling sensations while her new limbs were capped with thicker black enameled claws. Her new formed paws splayed out in bliss as he continued to ravish her with his eager inexperience.

As her instructor turned lover lavished over her clit with oral adoration, the pillowy whiteness pressed in tighter and tighter around her pussy. Each side of her labia pulsed with pleasure as his tongue slathered her clit and she purred as Jameson's huffing muzzle nibbled at the throbbing button of flesh gently. He could feel her flesh get all hot and tender as her flavor changed, picking up and earthier musk as the ribbon of pink skin where her femininity lay was slowly subsumed by taut white furred flesh.

It felt like her clitoris was on fire in the best of ways, and every teasing nibbling lap only spread the blaze, lighting up her nerves as her pussy began to feel strange, like it was jostling with her rocking hips. Her insides just felt a hot and heavy pressure slowly building up, straining inside of her as his fluffy tail wriggled behind him. Her ass clenched as a crack came behind her, and her flesh bulged as a straining protrusion began to emerge as her spine pushed out further in segmented popping sensations that made her bendy new body gyrate in bliss. Susan began to slap her fluffy new appendage against the mat in pleasure as it developed a brilliant white tip, making her anus strain with new forming muscle as it grew out to its full forearm sized length.

Jameson beamed as she screeched out in pleasure above him, cute clawed hands wrapping around his head and pulling him closer. Her clit was stiffer than he remembered it being, but it writhed under his affection as it throbbed. He lapped against the smooth skin around it, sliding impossibly far back into the loose flesh until he felt soft downy fur creep up right next to the pulsing button. That didn't seem right . . . and despite her protestations, he pulled back slightly as her hands folded his ears over while they pulled along his head.

They both stopped, time seeming to slow down as they stared down between Susan's furry thighs. Even as they watched, white fuzzy bulges pressed out taut where the lips of her labia once resided, and they jostled ponderously as she shifted her weight. Above those taut furred orbs was a fluffy roll of white flesh that led up to an angry pink glistening prick poking out of the top, throbbing with her heart beat even as she stared flabbergasted.

"Is that?" She panted, pressing her padded fingertips against the soft and very giving white flesh between her legs. She shivered as she felt the flesh move around inside of the ostensible fuzzy scrotum even as her new found testes swelled larger, matching Jameson's own in weighty heft.

"I . . . Don't . . ." His head pulled back as his tongue absentmindedly licked across his lips, tasting her musky mustelid flavor that he now realized was rife with masculinity. "This can't be real . . ."

"Said the giant talking weasel." She sarcastically retorted as she felt up the soft skin of her fuzzy white sheath. Her mouth opened silently as she brushed past the fleshy tip that rose from the furry opening. It was so amazingly sensitive, like her clit, but amplified out to the point that she bent her whole flexible body in pleasure as it pushed out longer and her finger came back trailing a line of clear musky pre that stretched and broke as she drew back. "I guess I shouldn't be talking now though. . ."

"I can't believe you're still not freaking out Susan. I don't even know how this is happening. It's supposed to be hereditary. And not . . . this!" He spread his paws to the sides. "Shouldn't you be worried?" his ears twitched about on top of his head in obvious concern.

"Well, you're still not a drug dealer, or ex KGB agent. And your biggest deepest darkest secret was that you were some kind of secret weasel guy. And I guess I am too? So that's no longer a problem for you right?"

"Huh?"

"Well, are you saying that you don't like . . . this?" Susan made a grand gesture, sweeping past her black furred short muzzle, her still quite shapely breasts with pink nipples engulfed in white fuzz, the twitching tail behind her and the still slowly throbbing erection above her furry testes, now about half as long as his own.

"What? No. I still think that you're amazing. What kind of a hypocrite would I be if I . . ." Jameson sputtered.

"Then let's worry about the fine details later. This thing is so, Ummph." She grabbed his shoulders and pulled their bodies together, pressing herself against him until their balls met and her growing shaft batted against his own that had ceased its gradual retreat. "I can understand why you boys are so insistent all the time." She whispered out into his ear before pressing forwards into a kiss.

Jameson was surprised at first, but eventually pressed back against her as their tongues met and lapped against each other, sliding over their pointed teeth as Susan began to rock her hips, grinding their fuzzy packages together and sandwiching their members between their lithe furry bellies. The black and white furred mounds of her breasts jostled against him as her member pulsed out until its stocky base rubbed in against his own as they both felt each other's hot throbbing flesh pulse while they rubbed their sinuous forms together tighter and tighter.

The new black coated animal pulled back from the kiss, looking up at Jameson with beaming beady dark eyes. "I think I might have a solution to both of our problems." She purred, rubbing her hips against him as warm pre leaked from both of their tapered tips.

"And, ahhh . . . What problems might those be?" Jameson's own hips were starting to rock against her. It just felt so good.

"You need something more than a blow job, and I need to deal with this." Her paw reached between them, grasping their members together and slowly sliding down, grip tightening towards their pulsing bases before she stroked back up.

"Is this gay now?" He mused, mind reeling with pleasure.

"I don't know. Does it really matter?" She licked up the side of his chin as she smiled.

"I guess not. So what's your master plan oh wise one?" The jovial carefree note in his voice returned as she squeezed their cocks one last time and then turned around, lifting her white capped black furred tail and revealing her pink asshole, still glistening with the passion from her previous female exertions.

"Well, let's start with this." She bent her spine around, looking back at him as she ground her fuzzy rear against his shaft.

Jameson's heart beat faster as her tail swatted against his stomach and her fuzzy flesh rubbed against his throbbing erection. It was like he'd never been this hard in his life despite their little oral escapade earlier. "Are you sure?" He rest a hand on her hip gently.

"Oh you." She reached back, leathery pads grasping against the end of his cock as she lined it up, pressing in against the slick pink orifice surrounded in the last bit of whiteness below her wriggling tail. Pushing back, she moaned as he slid smoothly inside of her, his hips starting of their own accord as her anus clenched in around the hot thin tip of his weaselly cock. Susan had experimented with anal before, but nothing had felt as good as this, her ass clamping down as he rubbed against something inside of her that made her bobbing shaft jerk and well out thick musky animal pre while her white furry testes swung below it.

His paws clenched against her sable furred hips as Jameson couldn't help but to rock forwards, sinking deeper and deeper inside of her passage that clenched around him with straining pulls as his cock slid in up to the thicker base, tickling the outside of her anus with the soft white fuzz of his sheath.

"Now. About. That. Second. Part." Susan panted out as Jameson thrust into her. She leaned back, flexible spine bending as she urged the bendy reddish weasel forward. He bent in, brushing his head under her armpit as she grabbed his muzzle and guided it towards the slim glistening head of her cock even as they both rocked together. Their bodies were tightly wrapped, soft red fur rubbing against ebony darkness as he neared her twitching need. It smeared a line of clear pre against his whiskered lips, and he huffed in her smoldering scent before licking out slowly, making Susan moan as arcing pleasure shot through her shaft.

She put a paw on his head as she pressed her ass back against him, feeling their heavy clenching testes bump together. Applying steady pressure, she pressed his muzzle down as he opened his balmy maw and engulfed her straining spire of flesh, tongue wrapping around it as he was careful not to scrape her with his sharp teeth. The feeling was amazing as the soft fleshy insides of his mustelid mouth slid around her and her balls clenched and writhed as a tight pressure built up in her belly, making her throat tighten as she chirped out a purring note of bliss.

They writhed together in a sinewy mass of animal passion, flexible furry bodies sliding against each other as she pressed back against him and he slid further and further down over her own pulsing shaft. Each tight fast thrust was making their balls pat together, sending little jolts of pleasure through them as her eyes opened wide, toes clenching against the mat as every muscle in her body seemed to strain at once. Her tail stood straight up against his abs, her clawed foot paws clenched and tore into the soft mat beneath them, and her balls pulled up as Jameson pressed his muzzle so far down that his huffing pink nose ground against her furry sheath while his throat pulled mercilessly around her.

The rising flood of orgasm hit her like a hurricane and her hot member haltingly forced out lancing waves of molten weaselly male essence directly into Jameson's gullet. Her ass went wild, clenching and tugging with tensile strength with every jerk of her cock, writhing around his throbbing member as he groaned out, body tightening around her as his balls clenched and he began to loose hot streams of seed inside of her contracting depths.

Their bodies pulled and writhed, spasming in blissful ecstasy as he lapped desperately at her tugging cock while her supple ass milked his jerking rod for all it was worth. Their paroxysms of pleasure slowed down into aching long tugs as their balls tightened, squeezed against each other as they ground out that last wet hot ounce of passion.

Jameson groaned, cock sliding wetly out of her exhausted ass even as he let Susan's member slowly pull back from his tired mouth, leaving him to fall back on his foam mat with a thump, licking at his lips in silence as she slowly crumpled next to him, draping herself against him as both their cocks began to slowly recede.

"So," Susan panted. "Are we officially going out now?" She nuzzled against his neck affectionately, breasts rubbing against his chest.

"Yeah. I guess we are." Jameson patted her head gently as they just embraced for awhile, content in each other's arms.

"So, how does one go about becoming not a weasel anymore?" She asked, looking up into his eyes with a smirk.

"Well, I've always found that a warm shower helps." He stood up and helped Susan to her feet. "Not to mention that we need a shower anyways . . ."

They trotted off, hand in hand towards the back lockers, where there were indeed two showers that none of the student's ever used. Susan squeezed his paw tenderly as they walked in together. It felt so good to be close enough for someone to not have to worry about awkward secrets or untold truths anymore . . . Not to mention the sex was pretty much the best she'd ever had, and that was even with Jameson's inexperience! With a little bit of work, and slender supple fuzzy bodies like these, she was pretty sure they'd be able to find positions to make the Kama Sutra blush in no time . . .

She grabbed Jameson's ass cheekily as the water rinsed over them, and then she stopped thinking of the future as they both helped lather each other up. For the first instance in a long time, she was perfectly content with living in the present.