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"Lights," came the soft soprano voice, and obediently the ceiling lights in the hotel room began to glow gently, illuminating the single occupant within.

Already sitting on the edge of the bed, Michelle reached for the large brush she had kept on the bed side table and started running it through the mess that sleep had left of her fur and tail. It took several minutes just to finish that fluffy, luxurious tail all skunks sport, but once satisfied, she rose and strode over to the mirror as started on the rest of her body.

Not long ago, the sexy female skunk looking back out of the mirror would have been an object of desire, rather than a simple reflection. Only a few days past she would have been a he, a mildly successful raccoon businessfur with an unimpressive body and slightly impressive pocketbook. Not long ago, a skunkette with a body like this would have been one of his online characters, cybering with horny males while he imagined himself in their shoes. Or, she thought in a bought of honesty, had she been actually been attracted to those males?

It had started with stumbling across the location of one of the rumored Relinquishment Clinics, where you could take on a another body for a time, if you had the money for it. After playing females for so long, he had began to wonder what it would actually be like to have sex as a female. And so, after putting in for a vacation and setting his affairs in order, he sought them out.

As soon as he had seen this body, he knew it was the one. A hair tailer than the body she had been born into originally, she carried what weight she had well, with most of it in the chest and thighs, and enough of a belly to soften her curves. Bringing the brush up to her auburn, shoulder-length locks, she once again admired how the soft white fur covered her throat, before expanding to cover the swell of her large, fluffy breasts, each large enough to overflow most peoples' hands with soft titflesh. Rather than the washboard of a typical model, her belly had a slight curve to it, as if asking to be petted, as it flowed down to her hidden nethers between softly-furred thighs.

She could feel herself already growing slightly damp, and with a will she squashed the thoughts that tried to come to the fore. She'd spent the past couple days at the hotel exploring every inch of her own new body, bringing herself off again and again. By now, it was starting to get old. Her fingers weren't enough - she needed something more, and she had a fair idea what.

Even still, she found herself a bit uncertain as she had pondered that thought. Was her aching need to be filled because of her new body, or was that craving for cock due to an interest she never realized she had before? Briefly, she pictured her old self, playing with a faceless male of some sort, and felt her horniness drain away somewhat, returning to that slight hunger in the back of her mind that she'd been feeling since the transfer.

"Well, that answers that," she whispered softly to herself with a smile. It seemed her tastes weren't too unchanged. Briefly, she recalled catching herself eyeing the package of the bull who'd finished her orientation, and she pursed her lips in thought. Maybe there was something to it, after all... but then again she still thought that the antelope assistant had been kind of hot...

"Hell, I'm all girl for now, I"ll worry about it when that's over," she declared to the empty room, then took to the brushing with a vengeance.

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A half-hour later, belly full of breakfast, she slid into the chair behind the complimentary hotel-provided PC, wearing only a pair of light pink panties. "Now, what's on the itinerary for today," the scantily-clad skunkette murmured as she brought up the list of nearby events. She found herself pouting as she noted the lack of anything interesting for another several hours.

"Mmmm," she murmured as she reached back in a stretch, feeling her back pop before she brought her arms back down. Well, there was no help for it. With a shrug, she logged back into the MUCK she'd been playing on recently and looked through her characters.

"Well, whaddya know," she mused as one particular one jumped out at her. A female skunk, not too much unlike her current body. A little slimmer of build, but not too far off either. Selecting the toon, she completed the login and idly tapped her nose as her appeared in the Park.

<AliciaStrype> Hey, guys!

<Athenia> *waves*

<DuncanKnot> Yo

<Xarox> Ur here early! I thought u workd this time of day.

<AliciaStrype> Taking a vacation. :)

<DuncanKnot> A sexy vacation? ;)

Michelle almost giggled at that. If only they knew!

<AliciaStrype> You could say that. ;D

<Talon> Oh ho ho, getting an early start, eh Duncan?

<DuncanKnot> XP

<Xarox> Just remember, Park is PG only. Don't need MouseWiz getting on our case again.

<Athenia> It wasn't my fault I messed up that whisper! =c.c=

<AliciaStrype> Suuuuure it wasn't.. You just wanted to show off ;P

whisper from DuncanKnot: Party poopers. :(

<Athenia> Maybe? =c.c=

whisper from DuncanKnot: Feel like a little fun-time though? ;)

<AliciaStrype> Silly kitty XP

<Athenia> =^.^=

<Xarox> So anyone seen Incredulous yet?

<Talon> Not yet, plan to.

whisper to DuncanKnot: Knot right now. ;) I've got some plans for tonight

<Athenia> Make sure you stay until after the credits!

<Talon> Is there a movie that doesn't have after-credit scenes these days?

whisper from DuncanKnot: Aww, dangit. :( *gives sad puppy dog eyes*

<Athenia> *thinks for a minute* uh, dunno =x.x=

<Xarox> She's right though, this one's worth it. I so want to say more, but spoilers!

whisper to DuncanKnot: Sorry. :( Was planning on hitting up the Kennel Fantastic tonight -

awesome dance club I've been meaning to check out

<Athenia> *baps the dragon on the nose* You better not tell!

whisper from DuncanKnot: OooH!

whisper to DuncanKnot: ?

<Xarox> *tries to look innocent* 0:)

whisper from DuncanKnot: You're in South Zaiberg too?

Michelle blinked in surprise, not paying attention to the chat scrolling by. She'd chatted with the wolf several times before(and he was pretty good at writing hot poses, she had to admit) but she hadn't given any thought to any of her MUCK 'playmates' being anywhere near her. She thought furiously, ignoring the idle chatter scrolling by.

whisper from DuncanKnot: ?

As her client dinged at her, she thought a second more, then a bit unsure, typed her response.

whisper to DuncanKnot: Maybe... ;) Got any pix?

Heart beating faster, she sat back, but the wolf's response was fairly quick in coming.

whisper from DuncanKnot: furbook.com/DuncanKnot637/sekrit/

Swallowing nervously, she double-clicked the link, and let out a soft gasp of surprise as the images loaded. He'd sent her straight to a collection of pictures depicting a young male wolf, his pink canine cock at full extension as he posed for the camera. She found herself licking her lips as she scrolled through them, feeling herself starting to grow damp at the fit lupine's display.

whisper from DuncanKnot: Like what u see? ;)

Forcing her hands to steady, Michelle swallowed again and managed to type out a reply.

whisper to DuncanKnot: Mmmm, you bet I do. ;9 I think my schedule just opened up <3

whisper from DuncanKnot: :D See u at 7??

whisper to DuncanKnot: Sure, we can crash at my place. ;3 Oh, and hold on a moment.

whisper from DuncanKnot: ??

Licking her lips, the horny skunkette forced her breathing to slow back down. "Easy, girl," she murmured as she rose and went over to the purse she'd picked up on the way to the hotel. Digging through it, she found the Clinic-provided phone, and smiled in satisfaction - this one had a decent camera!

Walking over to the mirror, she angled it to get most of her in the shot, then hit the snapshot button, capturing an image of herself, her buxom body bare naked but for the pink panties that had already developed a wet spot. For a second she pondered changing them and taking another one, but what the hell, she concluded with a devilish grin.

Sliding back into the PC, she connected the camera to the PC and logged into the Moogle profile she'd set up a while back. It didn't have her real name attached, so it should do nicely. A few clicks and - done!

whisper to DuncanKnot: A preview of coming events ;) moogle.com/Hlhi&HBnuhl&ulhI7/me.jpg

It took him a few moments to respond, and she found herself sitting on the edge of her seat, her large tail swishing anxiously as she waited.

whisper from DuncanKnot: Yum :9 Gonna be hard waiting until 7!

whisper to DuncanKnot: "Hard" waiting, eh? <3

She clapped her hands over her muzzle, giggling furiously for a few moments as she felt the tension drain away. Not all the tension of course, but her nervousness at least was gone.

whisper from DuncanKnot: XP See u then!

DuncanKnot has gone offline.

whisper from Athenia: You two were pretty quiet. =o.0=

whisper to Athenia: Don't worry, we didn't do anything... yet. :3

whisper from Athenia: I see. =-.^=

Michelle found herself stifling a giggle again.

whisper to Athenia: I'll fill you in on all the dirty little details later. ;) Let me get caught up.

Ignoring the slight pleasant tingling in her nethers, Michelle scrolled back up, getting caught up on everything she'd missed. She had plenty of time until tonight; might as well chat a bit before going dress-shopping. Not that she'd be wearing it for long...

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Michelle let out a small sigh as she glanced up at the clock, boredly stirring the amber liquid in her glass with a finger. 7:15, and no sign of the wolfie.

The skunkette thought she'd found quite the number from that dress shop at 43rd and Maple, too. Red hadn't matched, and black had blended too well into her fur, but they'd had this slinky purple number that she was wearing now. Not daring (quite!) to go strapless without more practice, she'd chosen a sleeveless, silky design. Shining with sequins placed here and there to catch the light, had no neckline to speak of; the opening dipped straight down, giving a nice view of her white-furred cleavage, before closing off above her midriff. From there, it turned into a a satiny skirt that clung to her hips and thighs, but slit up the side to allow movement. The gown was backless as well, dipping down to curl under the base of her tail, but said tail also blocked most of the view as well. A lacy bra(and panties) completed the ensemble, despite the temptation to "go commando." Going about town, she'd learned that having a chest like hers came with a price: you don't want those things bouncing around when you're trying to do something BESIDES have sex.

She'd actually arrived a little early, and figured she'd wait inside the club, have a drink to take the edge off her nerves. Now she was on her third, already feeling a slight buzz, but still no sign of her prospective bed partner. For a few moments, she pondered making her way out onto the dance floor, where furs of all shapes and sizes were wriggling, writhing, rubbing and shaking to the deafening beats pounding out of the oversized speakers hanging along the walls. Lifting her cup, she eyed the dancers through the amber veil and her lips parted in another quiet sigh as she dismissed the idea. She'd never learned to dance the way those kids out there were, and while she might have the body to match one of them, her soul was still a forty-something old fogey who would feel more at home at a M.I.S.E. or Iron Blimp concert.

Throwing her head back, she downed the glass in a single gulp, eyes watering as she felt the alcohol burn its way down her throat. Almost(but not quite) slamming it down, she crossed her arms and laid her head on the table, watching the scene in resignation, until the scraping of a nearby chair alerted her to company.

"So what's a hot lil' skunk like you doin' lazin' arrround over herrrre?" rumbled a soft baritone voice to her left.

"Mmmm?" she responded wordlessly, tilting her head to get a look at the speaker. While it was hard to tell with him seated, she guessed the lean, spotted feline was probably a head again taller than her - then again, she hadn't exactly picked this body for height. This far from the strobes, there was enough steady light for her to easily make out the scruff of dyed-purple hair, the light blue eyes complimenting his golden-hued fur, covered in a pattern of spots that she would have hesitated to try and follow, even while fully sober. Noticing her appraisal, he flashed her a fanged grin as he leaned forward onto the back of the reversed chair, his tautly-muscled legs spread to straddle the seat. He obviously had nothing to hide, as he was sporting just an open leather jacket that bared his cream-colored front, and tight leather pants that hugged his body like a second skin. A bright green glowstick swung from his neck, adding a slightly unearthly tinge to the bare fur of his chest.

"Ah just happened to notice ya downin' that drink like somethin' was botherin' ya, an', well..." The feline paused to gesture to the otherwise empty table. "An' I jes hate t' see a gal feelin' lonely."

Raising her head, Michelle leaned back against the chair, returning the smile somewhat. "It's appreciated. Had a wolf friend I was supposed to meet here, but seems he's changed his mind."

"He must be a rrreal dick t' bail on ya," the spottycat said, rising from his seat and padding behind her. Her head turned to follow his movement, looking up at him as he stood over her. She tensed involuntarily a moment as he laid his hands on her shoulders, but then he started to rub them gently, his fingers pressing firmly into the fabric and the fur and muscle underneath. "If I had a sexy lil' number like you waitin' forrr me, nothin'd keep me away."

"Do tell," the busty skunkette murred, her eyes half-closing as the slim feline worked his fingers into her shoulders, the massage easing a slight aching she hadn't even noticed from all the 'playtime' back at the hotel. She hadn't thought she was that stiff, but the as his fingers shifted and moved, the sensations combined with the buzz she'd been nursing to make Michelle feel like she was going to melt into a puddle of black and white fur. "Mmmm, that's... nice...."

Lowering his head, her new companion whispered warmly into her perked ear, "Ah know a few things too that might feel even nicerrr..." As he trailed off, his rough tongue flicked out to lick the rounded tip, making it flick involuntarily in her auburn hair.

At the lick, Michelle found her face heating up a bit, a soft warmth starting to rise from somewhere deep within her, and almost on impulse she tilted her muzzle back to give the underside of her new friend's short muzzle a little lick of her own. "Do tell," she responded again, but this time her words were underlined by a soft, almost sultry murr as she gazed up at the lean feline.

Seeming to continue his massage to anyone not close enough, the sly feline slid one hand a bit further down her front, teasingly sliding it over the curve of one large breast before cupping the soft flesh gently through the sequined, purple fabric. As he gave the enclosed orb a gentle rub, his breath blew warm over her ear again, "Let's find someplace a bit morrrre prrrrivate, wherrre we won't be disturrrrbed."

Placing a hand over the one resting on her chest, she turned her head to nuzzle up at his muzzle a little. "Lead on, and I'll follow," the skunkette softly responded, her thoughts chasing his down to places most pleasant.

After another lick to her ear, the feline straightened, and almost casually strolled over towards the restrooms, his long tail swishing slowly behind him. After a quick glance around, Michelle rose as well, her hips and tail swaying as she made her way that direction as well, but in a bit more roundabout fashion.

Sticking his head in, the spottycat took a look around the inside of the men's room, a grin beginning to grow on his muzzle as he confirmed that it was empty, for once. Letting it swing closed, he waited until Michelle had 'wandered' close enough, and gave her a thumbs-up.

The two of them took another furtive glance around to make sure no one was looking that direction, then practically dove into the room, the door locking from the inside with a soft click.

The door had barely been locked before the male feline had pushed Michelle against the wall, her large fluffy tail cushioning her back as their muzzles met in a hungry kiss. One hand slid into her dress, fondling her large breast as he freed it from the confines of the purple cloth. Breathing heavily through her nose, the horny skunkette lapped at the feline's rough, sandpapery tongue as it pushed its way into her short muzzle, her hands running down his back to grope at the the spottycat's firm rear.

Panting, they both separated for a moment, but only to start undressing each other. As Michelle's hands slid around her feline partner's waist, seeking for and unfastening the catch of his pants, he was already sliding the dress off her shoulders, revealing her full, ripe bustline, her nipples stiff and poking through her soft fur as they made little peaks in the lace of her bra.

It took but a moment for the leather pants to fall in a black pool at the jaguar's feet, his feline shaft bulging against his briefs. Stepping close once more, he worked at her skirt's fastening as she freed that growing pink catflesh from the straining fabric, running her fingers along the heated flesh. A moment later her skirt fluttered to the floor as well, revealing her already wet panties, that spiced apple smell of hers filling the restroom.

Not even bothering to remove the panties yet, the male spottycat shoved his hips up against hers, giving that soaked cloth a few grinds with his nice, firm shaft as her hands left it to squeeze the cheeks of his feline ass, her breathing already heavy from the urgency and teasing.

Giving her another firm grind with his rock-hard dick, the jaguar leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Is my hot little skunk rrrrready for a nice thick cock?"

"Oh gods yes," she panted, grinding back against him, her entire body feeling like it was on fire. At this moment, nothing mattered to her except that thick throbbing piece of manmeat pressing so firmly against her covered cunny. "I want you to take that thing... and fuck me... with every inch...."

Grinning in a way that she would have called anything but friendly, were she not blinded by lust, the jaguar took a step back just long enough to yank down her panties, then immediately stepped forward again, keeping her up against the wall as he ground his swollen shaft against her swollen netherlips, letting her feel the thickness riding between them, his small barbs dragging against the slick flesh. "Tell me you want me," he whispered heatedly, his hands seeking and cupping her firm rump, his talented fingers pressing into the yielding flesh. "Tell me how bad you want me..."

Michelle let out a soft rowl as she rocked back against the teasing hip, her cunny already drooling with honey, coating the underside of that thick feline cock as her body yelled at her to take it into her heated depths. "F-f-fuck me," she panted, "I want your cock s-so bad... I c-can't take it... I neeeed it..."

Smirking, the feline slid back far enough, abandoning his grasp long enough to take that stiff shaft in hand, and guide the tip against her lips, letting her feel it just start to part them. Not wanting to wait in her current state, she tried to push her hips forward, her slick skunkcunny greedily swallowing the swollen head as she mewled softly at the wonderful feel of his thick meat entering her. As if that were the signal, the feline slammed his hips forward, shoving every remaining inch deep into her grasping passage, her hands gripping his rear as she mrowled softly in pleasure.

"Such a nice, tight cunt," the deeply-embedded feline whispered into Michelle's twitching ear with a soft growl. "You'rrrre just made for fuckin', arrrren't ya?" Not bothering to start slow, he pulled his hips back and thrust forward, shifting his hands to hold her hips in place as he worked that meaty feline shaft within the skunkette's heated body.

"F-fu-ahh!ahhhn!" The horny skunkette found words fleeing her as she gloried in that large male shaft stretching her slick, hot passage, the small barbs dragging against her inner walls and almost flashing stars behind her eyes at the sensation. At this moment, her world consisted of the feline surrounding and filling her, his hot flesh pressing against her both inside and out as he took her body firmly and forcefully against the wall. Her muzzle hung open as he drove that thick meat into her again and again, and she felt her body shake as she reached her first climax, her tight skunkcunny squeezing and massaging at that thrusting feline cock, urging it to deliver its warm, gooey payload as she moaned and cried wordless sounds of pleasure.

"F-fuck, you'rrre good," the feline moaned into her ear as he rutted away at the horny, busty skunk, his balls slapping against her as he took her deep again and again. 'H-herrre it comes...!"

He slammed deep, pressing his body tight against hers as he let out a sharp rowl of pleasure, his thick spunk jetting out the tip as her hungry skunkcunny squeezed and milked that thick shaft, filling her musteline womb full of the hot feline cream, setting off a second orgasm that crashed throughout her body.

For Michelle, the sensation was nothing like she had ever imagined. As a guy, when she had come it was like letting go, like a release of pressure that had built up. For her now, it was like she was being fulfilled; it felt like that feeling when you've just ate the best steak dinner ever. it felt like her entire soul was surrounded by a gentle ocean, the waves of pleasure lapping gently against her very essence.

And she was still floating on air when the jaguar, his load spent, pulled out and wiped the last dribbles off on her thigh. "Huhwha?" she murmured, pouting a little as she felt that warm feline shaft that had been filling her so nicely leave her twitching depths, a bit of his gooey feline seed dribbling out as he withdrew.

"Gotta rrrun," the spottycat said, giving the dazed skunkette's nosepad a soft peck as he pulled up his briefs. She distractedly tried to lick at his chin, but he was already drawing away and slipping back into his tight leather jeans. "Been a blast, luv, maybe I'll catch you some otherrrr time."

"W-wha? Wait-!" she managed to get out, stumbling after him with her panties still hanging around her knees as he unlocked the door. "I never even-"

He shushed her, placing a finger on the skunkette's lips for a moment. "Trrrrust me luv, it's betterrr this way," he said, flashing her a cocky grin that never reached his eyes. Quickly, he slipped out, opening the door just enough to get out without providing anyone outside a view of the half-dressed female skunk, her dress hanging around her waist, panties down around her knees, and a bit of pearly seed still dribbling from her well-used cunny.

"But- you- I- uh-" Slowly, she re-locked the door, feeling slightly numb as her head began to clear from the pleasureful rush of but a moment ago. "Well, shit." she murmured, her tail drooping as she sliding down along the door to lean against it. The tiled floor felt cool against her rump despite that still unbelievably gentle warmth deep within her. "Shit, shit, shit,"

Her voice held no rancor however, as the logical part of her mind reminded her that this was what she had been planning to begin with - she'd wanted to truly experience sex as a female. Her entire plan for the evening had been to come here and get screwed. She just hadn't expected to get screwed in more ways than one.

Pulling her legs up against her chest, she leaned her forehead against her knees and let out a sigh as she felt a last bit of the nameless feline's spent seed trickle onto her fur and the floor. It's strange, she thought. She'd gotten what she'd came for, yet despite feeling so full, she felt even emptier after the way he'd just up and left. It shouldn't bother her- hell, she could guess exactly what he'd been thinking, now- yet it did anyways.

A loud knocking on the door shook her out of her melancholy. "Hurry up in there! My buddy here needs-" The words were cut off by a splortch and the sound of liquid splashing against the ground. "Never mind," the speaker added as the splattering sounds ended. Eyes wide, she listened carefully to the swearing from whomever it was out there, followed by footsteps from the folks walking away.

"Enough feeling sorry for myself," she muttered under her breath, "I gotta get out of here before I get caught." Rising on wobbly knees, she staggered over to the sinks and grabbed a paper towel form the dispenser. Quickly, she wet the end, then wiped at the mess of her crotch, her breath whistling through her teeth as the rough paper rubbed against her very sensitive folds. There, that'd have to do until she could get a shower.

As quickly as she could, Michelle got her clothes back on and into some semblance of neatness. From a distance it probably looked fine, but anyone who looked close enough would see the rumples; the way it wasn't fitting quite right. Still, it'd suffice for getting 'home.'

Unlocking the restroom door, she took a careful peek out to make sure the coast was clear, then slipped back out into the flashing light and dark of the dance club. She gave the dancers and tables one last lingering look, but her nameless companion was apparently long gone, having gotten what he'd wanted. Biting her lip, she made her way through the throngs to the door, almost bowling over a brown-furred wolf in her haste to leave.

As she stepped outside, it was just beginning to rain; the large drops of cold water falling from the sky as if it was crying for her. "Well, that's just fucking perfect," she muttered darkly as the growing downpour soaked her dress and slicked down her hair and fur, leaving her normally fluffy tail a ratlike mess.

"You okay, miss?"

Shoulders and tail drooping, she half-turned to the speaker, and found it was the wolf she'd almost knocked over, standing just under the awning still. "I suppose so, I- wait..." her eyes narrowed slightly as she pushed a lock of her dripping brown hair out of her eyes. "Do I-"

"-know you?" The wolf joined her in finishing the sentence, as his brow furrowed and ears perked. "I could swear I saw you before recently too..."

Michelle was actually the first to make the connection. "Do you happen to know an Alicia?" she asked hesitantly, not sure whether to step back under the awning or to run away and not look back.

'Yes, but- wait, that's you?" His ears fell flat and his tail went limp as realization set in. "I'm so, so sorry I'm late... I didn't mean to be but things happened- I got stuck in traffic- I, uh- I'm sorry," he plaintively finished, clearly flustered as whatever thoughts he had in mind went flying like a smartphone being thrown out the window on an interstate.

Michelle shook her head slightly, giving him a small, sad smile. "No, it's alright. This doesn't have to do with you being late, just things happen, like you said."

The wolf fumbled with his umbrella, almost dropping it before it finally popped open, and Michelle found herself having to suppress a small laugh, starting to feel just a bit better. Once he had it up, he padded over to her and lifted it over them both, blocking out the rain for the moment.

"Can I at least walk you back home?" he asked with uncertain eyes. "I don't know what happened, but I wouldn't feel right about leaving you like this."

"Umm...hmmm," the soaked skunkette pondered, tapping her nosepad in thought as water dripped off it. "I... suppose it can't hurt." Sidling around next to him, she pointed down the road. "I'm actually staying at a hotel about 5 blocks that way.

It took a moment for her brown-furred lupine friend to follow her gaze, as when she'd stepped close he'd noticed how her soaked dress was now clinging to every curve of her feminine body, and he could feel the faint stirrings of arousal within his jeans. But this was not the time for such thoughts and he mentally shook them off to peer through the falling rain. "Let's get going then, so we can get you someplace a bit drier."

Michelle snorted softly at that, and together they started down the sidewalk. "You know, I don't think I ever got your name."

The wolf perked up a bit further, giving the shapely skunk a sideways glance. "Dustin. Dustin Tregonsee."

"You can call me Michelle."