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The Tail-Chaser's Lounge Part 4

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr. aka Nightmask

The hours seemed to fly by once Fatima entered into the full-scale kitchen that serviced the Lounge and all the delivery orders it processed and went to work helping out the rest of those on cooking duty. They prided themselves on using a minimal amount of automation in order to process the orders, knowing their hands-on approach was part of the appeal of their meals. They'd yet to get an AI that could cook as well as a skilled living being, particularly an anthro with enhanced senses to guarantee an exceptional and palate-pleasing production.

First she had to slip into the almost weightless transparent cover that anyone who worked in the kitchen had to wear, both to prevent any fur getting into the food but also to prevent in her case and others, like that of Sakura, their musk from contaminating the food. Since she and the red panda couldn't suppress their musk production they had to contain it for the duration of their time spent cooking. Once she had that done she quickly padded inside to help those already there, with a stop along the way to check out the virtual display listing what was currently in the queue and already under preparation.

She could see Sakura busy running back and forth amongst various stoves, ovens, and mixers, while Amani was refilling various ingredient containers and working her jackal tail off taste-testing some of the stew pots nearest her. Minerva had even joined in between dance routines to help out. The ferret always marveled at those three in particular and how much they could do, and didn't begrudge them if they focused more on the cooking than the entertaining. They could each do the work of two and even she couldn't keep up with them, and were quick to return her greetings with a smile and guidance to what was next that she could join in on.

In some ways it was much like a dance as she and the others wove about each other while tending to their duties, only the song was the sounds of meat frying, mixers mixing, and timers chiming in and all the other varied sounds that fill an active kitchen. They had been doing it together so long it was easy for someone to slide in to help out or slip away when other duties required it, while the orders came in and orders went out in a steady rhythm. She almost regretted having to leave when the tiny transponder she'd slipped into her ear notified her that Patricia was requesting she come by, but took the time to finish up her current orders and let the others know she had been called away before padding back out again.

Grooming herself along the way once she was out of the cover she found herself chuckling softly as she realized she was primping in order to look good for Brad once she got there. It'd been quite some time since she'd last felt so vain, to worry that she wasn't groomed well enough for someone, especially a male. Of course that was a result of her own self-confidence and the general reaction she got from any male whenever she was close enough to see. She wasn't quite sure how to react to a male who wasn't falling all over himself trying to get under her tail and thought she smelled like perfume. Just have to learn as she goes she reminded herself; if she could learn to pilot a helicopter and crack a high-tech security system she could certainly handle something as simple as interacting with a non-standard human male.

That having been foremost on her mind she still found herself unconsciously adjusting her uniform and brushing a few hairs off of it when she found herself back at the room Patricia was using. She smoothed her skirt down again as well as she ran her hands over her backside to ensure a snug, wrinkle-free fit. With her attention to detail satisfied she tapped the door sensor lightly and waited for the opportunity to enter.

Subdued, as the lighting was, it was more than sufficient for her to see everything as she padded in, with a mix of changes both expected and not. The table and dessert cart were tucked neatly off to the side, an understandable event as they'd have surely found themselves full long before now, not so expected was seeing Brad stretched out along the divan, head resting in Patricia's furry lap, apparently asleep. Her assumption was verified when Patricia motioned her to speak softly while waving her inside.

"The poor dear, he fell asleep about an hour ago," she murred softly to the ferret, fingers and claws brushing gently through his hair and across his cheek. "I think the wine and excitement tonight was too much for him."

"Well he looks comfortable enough," Fatima replied just as softly, a hint of a smile tugging at her muzzle as she padded over and rearranged her skirts so she could kneel beside them. Indeed he had quite the contented expression upon his face as he slept curled up on the divan, head occasionally rubbing into the lapine's lap, then stirred a little and took a few deep breathes in his sleep as the ferret's musk reached him.

"I'd have been a poor host leaving him to sleep in a chair," Patricia said, smirking, leaving out the fact that the chair's smart systems would have adjusted for maximum comfort while he slept. Some things simply couldn't be simulated though, like the warmth and affection of an attentive lady, which both had in abundance to share where they wished. "I thought it would be better to transfer him to a real bed, up in the bedroom suites, so he can sleep more comfortably, rather than keep him down here."

"So you wanted some help carrying him upstairs?" she asked while taking the time to pat him on the head as well, reflecting that it was nice to see some humans at least could take comfort and trust more in their non-human creations. It also brought a little warmth to her heart when even in his sleep he turned his head and nuzzled at her hand as he inhaled the natural musk that clung to her.

"Well you are better sized for carrying him," Patricia pointed out. "Even though he's shorter than I am we're still too close in size for me to move him myself without dragging him. Besides, it's a more personal touch than rolling him around on a cart."

"True. Picked a room already?" she asked while standing back upright, her tail helping her balance as she steadied herself and shifted over to where she could bend down and slide her arms beneath his legs and shoulders. Drawing him up to her chest she gently lifted him off the divan, his human form conforming to hers smoothly as she straightened, her tail flicking around to rest up against his back and support his head snuggly to her shoulder.

"I was thinking the Arabian room," the lovely lapine suggested as she slipped to her feet; robe casually draped along her frame, no effort expended in closing it since she had no need to worry about embarrassing her guest. "Its harem layout is nicely relaxing to wake up to, and the bed, at least in my opinion, is one of the most comforting to sleep on."

"Definitely a slice of heaven," Fatima agreed with a smile as she followed alongside her friend as they moved out into the corridor. The few times she'd made use of the room she'd been quite taken in by its mix of sybaric and innocent pleasures, although hadn't spent any time in it lately other than to clean it when it was along her rounds.

"I'll let you know if he thinks it is when he wakes," Patricia chuckled throatily and patted Brad on the head as he wriggled in the ferret's grasp, the sleeping human oblivious to the conversation except perhaps on a sub-conscious level. He must have been having pleasant dreams in the lady's grasp from the expression he was sporting; which pleased the bunny to no end. It spoke well to his inner nature to present such an image in his sleep and have it compliment how he appeared when awake, she thought to herself, even as she paused to get the elevator.

Fatima couldn't resist chuckling along with Patricia at that, her ears flicking in her amusement since her tail was occupied. "If you're going to be there when he wakes how could he not think he was in heaven?" she teased while following the bunny into the elevator; the stairs being too bouncy a choice without requiring a far slower pace to prevent jolting her charge around.

"For that I should insist you stay the night too, and do full room service since you're already dressed as a maid," Patricia tossed back playfully, only to be rewarded with a thoughtful tilt of her head from the ferret.

"I would but I'm not the right theme for the room," Fatima told her while the door opened on the next level from the smooth ride up and the pair stepped out, guest well in hand. "Maybe you'd like Sakura to come by and wait on the two of you in the morning? She hasn't gotten to enjoy playing a harem slave in a while."

"She does like that doesn't she?" she replied, looking thoughtful as she pondered that as they strolled down the hallway, bypassing several of the closer rooms until they reached their target. "I've never really understood why, since she was actually forced into being one when she was younger, but we've all got our quirks," she concluded while holding onto the door sensor and motioning the ferret in ahead of her, then followed her inside.

"True, you like to toss your panties to males you're interested in," the ferret couldn't resist teasing while she laid out the object that had sparked so much interest that evening upon the expensive silk sheets of the ornate bed, the room's lighting automatically increasing to romantic levels upon their entry. "I think it's more to let her forget about all the things she had to do when she was still working the espionage circuit," she continued before Patricia had time to respond to the teasing, and proceeded with the bunny's aid to turn down the covers and make the bed ready for sleep. "God knows I've plenty I'd like to forget from those days myself."

"I'm glad I've only had to deal with the corporate world and not the kinds of things most of you have had to, and if Sakura would like to slip into her silks and come by in the morning I don' t mind."

"I'll let her know then once the kitchen starts winding down," Fatima told her before cocking her head thoughtfully. "Should we undress him or leave him as he is?"

"If it doesn't look like it'll wake him we should undress him," Patricia replied, robe swishing about her ankles as she padded over to the dresser and went rummaging quietly through the drawers. "I'll find some guest pajamas for him to wear while he's sleeping, and you can get his clothes cleaned and pressed in the meantime."

"I suppose it's a good thing you'll be the one explaining who undressed him when he gets up," the ferret stated while trying to keep from grinning too widely as she imagined how that might be; nimble fingers dealing with buttons, zipper, and belt with alacrity as she set about undressing him. She was in the midst of removing his shoes and socks and setting them aside when Patricia returned to help her; laying the pajamas out next to him, the silk a matching burgundy to that of the sheets. It didn't take long for them to disrobe him and ease him into the pajamas, the pair too mature to pay more attention to his naked form than was respectful and necessary. Not that they didn't look some mind you, or dislike what they saw, they simply hadn't any need to be so gauche as to map his every wrinkle and hair.

"Can you believe that? Two fine females like ourselves taking care of him and he slept through it all," Fatima declared with a mock sigh, hands resting on her hips as she pretended to be offended by that, while Patricia pulled the covers up over his half of the spacious bed and made sure he was comfy.

"You know how it is with some males, they never know how to respond to a lady," the lovely bunny joked good-naturedly. "Thanks for the help Fatima, if you change your mind about dropping by in the morning come on by, if not and Sakura would like to instead a nice continental breakfast would be delightful."

"I'll be sure to let her know Patricia," the ferret reassured her, her tailtip twitching as she stepped closer and leaned down, left hand brushing the sleeping human's face as she left a touch of her musk upon his cheek. "If she's too tired or busy I'll find someone who'd like to serve you breakfast instead," she concluded, the musk a parting gift for him to enjoy while he slept. She'd have liked to have served him breakfast in the morning as well but after the talk with Heather she didn't want to get more attached than she already found herself until it was all cleared up, and besides Sakura would enjoy the opportunity to dress up in her best harem silks and serve someone for a few hours, even a human.

"Thanks again for helping out dear," Patricia told her while the ferret gathered up the pile of clothes in standard naughty maid fashion, bent over at the waist and without a touch of self-consciousness as it displayed her shapely behind and legs to the lapine. The only things left behind the panties given to Brad earlier as a gift; as they'd found placement upon the dresser where the lapine had found the pajamas earlier, and the robe she'd been wearing found itself draped casually over one of the overstuffed antique chairs.

"You're quite welcome hun, I'll just set the privacy lock on the way out, and key it for myself and Sakura, and include an entry code in case someone else brings breakfast by instead," she reassured the bunny as she sashayed out the door, leaving the pair to the privacy of the locked room and went to drop the clothes by their laundry before returning to help with the cooking and check with the red panda as to her wishes.

While the ferret was returning to her more normal routine the bunny in the meantime readied herself for bed. The wine might not have had the effect upon her that it had on her guest but they had been up for hours, and her earlier activities on stage more tiring than a normal evening's dancing. She also had to admit to herself as she sat on the edge of the bed, quietly brushing her long silver tresses and gazing down at him that she welcomed the early break and opportunity to spend the night with someone to hold onto for a change.

"You may not realize it in the morning but you've made me very happy my shy little human guest," she murred softly into his ear after she finished her bedtime grooming and slipped under the covers with him, her soft, furry, and delightfully curvy form snuggled up against his from behind. With her arms wrapped around him she nuzzled the nape of his neck softly while her breasts squished into his back, breath warming his neck as she breathed in the unique scent of him. As she drifted off she found herself hoping he didn't prove too shy to pamper in the morning, liking the novelty of a male who didn't try to dominate her or every female in range.

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At first it seemed like he was still dreaming, from the confusing information relayed to him by his senses compared to what he remembered when he was last awake. The soft kiss of silk against his skin left him feeling almost naked, and conflicted with his knowing he had to be wearing the shirt and pants he had on earlier. It even felt like someone was holding him as he slept, and that didn't fit either with what he knew to be true, especially the impression that a pair of ample breasts were pressed against his back and someone's warm breath blowing against his neck.

The pressure in his bladder told him he'd been asleep quite a while as the urges pushed him closer to full consciousness. Along with the growing awareness of his changed circumstances he became aware of a mix of aromas filling his nose, one he could attribute to the ferret in the maid outfit from earlier, but the other was new and tantalizing in its own way. He found himself responding in ways of an uncomfortably embarrassing nature as well, especially with no way to deal with it. That proved to just be one of his many embarrassing surprises though, considering what greeted his eyes when he finally opened them; a room straight out of the most luxuriantly laid out Arabian nights harem chamber, complete with harem slave!

He couldn't think of what else to label the female kneeling beside the bed gazing respectfully at him. Initially it hit him she was a raccoon from the ringed tail and mask, but as he sorted out the fur patterns he finally puzzled out that she was probably a red panda. The patterns were easy to read as she wore little and what she did wear did little to conceal. While the angle didn't let him see much he could see her from the midriff up, her feminine endowments wrapped in layers of burgundy silk that crossed over and lifted them up. They weren't quite the size of Patricia's but still considerable, with the impressions of possible piercings crowning them. There were more obvious piercings as well, tasseled earrings in platinum and gold in the lower portion of her ears, and studs set with rubies placed in the tips. Around her neck was a collar fashioned of fine-linked platinum rings, much like chain mail save for the weave being tight enough to reduce the likelihood of catching and pulling on her fur, with a clasp and D-ring settled at the front.

"Good morning Master, how may I serve you?" she asked in a soft lilting purr once she saw that he was awake, her expression one of quiet expectation.

"Master?" he exclaimed, what little sleep that clung to him quickly expelled when he heard that, which also left him keenly aware not only of her form and her musk that now dominated the room but of the stirring form behind him. Her arms tightened around his chest and he felt her snuggle closer to him, and draped her leg over his.

"Yes Master, what do you desire? I've breakfast available for you and the Mistress when you're ready," she informed him calmly, her tail swaying as she rose up from where she was sitting on her heels and rested fully upright upon her knees.

"Uhm, I think I need to take care of something else first," he confessed, feeling a fresh blush creeping across his cheeks as she held those guileless green eyes on him. He had two important things that needed taking care of, neither he could have her help with (well one she could have but he certainly couldn't go asking her to take care of that ). It wasn't helping things that Patricia had by now crawled halfway on top of him, which rubbed her thigh against his crotch in far too stimulating fashion for the shape he was in.

"How may I help you then Master?" she inquired once again, then flicked her eyes up once she saw the bunny's eyes opening and greeted her. "Good morning Mistress, how may I serve you and the Master?"

"Good morning Sakura," the lovely lapine responded in kind, even disheveled from sleep she still look magnificent as she used her free hand to pat the panda's cheek. "Good morning Brad, I'd like you to meet Sakura," she murred softly into his ear, as if it was a normal occurrence to wake up with a scantily clad female calling her Mistress and her company Master.

"Uhm, good morning Patricia, nice to meet you Sakura," he stammered out, then turned his head to look up into the lapine's eyes. "I don't mean to be rude, but could we maybe finish the introductions later? I really need to take a bathroom break, and to find my glasses so I can see clearly," He confessed, while trying very hard to not think about the affectionate lapine and her friend's impact upon him, and failing very badly.

"Oh! Sorry honey, of course, it's that smaller doorway over there by the mirror," she said as she slid off of him and pointed to show him the way, the silk scant covering for the curvaceous female as she settled back onto the bed. "It'll open automatically for you once you're close enough, and I'll have Sakura get your glasses."

"Thanks Patricia! Back shortly!" he declared as he hopped from the bed and dashed for the bathroom, part of his haste motivated by the obvious tenting the pajamas lent him, since they were never meant to hide anything so obvious.

"So, what do you think of him Sakura?" Patricia asked as he disappeared into the bathroom, warm laughter dancing in her eyes and posture as she freed herself from the bed as well, and took a seat over at the dresser so she could tend to her morning grooming before her turn at the facilities.

"I don't think I've seen anyone like him before," the panda replied demurely as she slipped to her feet, the silks whispering over themselves as her legs uncrossed, the waist held up by a set of linked platinum disks forming a belt that draped over her hips, the ankles held in place by matching disks in suitably smaller fashion. The various items adorning her chimed musically as she took up position behind Patricia after first retrieving the glasses to have them ready for Brad when he returned. With the glasses tucked into her cleavage so she'd have them handy she began brushing the bunny's silver tresses, mindful that the charms dangling off the platinum bracelets she wore didn't get caught in the lapine's hair.

"I doubt anyone has in a few hundred years," the bunny replied, chuckling throatily, ears flicking as she settled back to enjoy the brushing, legs stretched out before her. "I don't know what brought such a rare throwback to the shy respectful male into the lounge but let's make the most of it shall we?"

"Such a male is most welcome indeed Mistress," Sakura agreed, to which Patricia turned and reached up to pat the panda on the hip.

"You don't have to play the harem slave with me dear," she told her friend softly. "I am glad you wanted to come help out, when you hadn't even met him yet to know if you'd feel comfortable doting on a stranger."

"It's okay Mistress, really," Sakura reassured her. "I'm sure if he could make you so happy as to spend the night he must have some good qualities. He's obviously very polite as I didn't see him wrinkle his nose or show any kind of disgust at all from my musk, like most humans do."

"He probably likes how you smell dear," Patricia told her, then laughed at the surprised expression on the panda's face and gave her hand a squeeze where it had come to rest limply on her shoulder. "Fatima must have wanted to surprise you. He told her he thought she smelled like perfume when they met, and even though you're different species he likely found you delightfully aromatic as well."

"I didn't think any human thought we smelled nice," she exclaimed, then squirmed in embarrassment at showing such excitement and settled herself back down with a firm reminder she was a simple harem slave this morning. It was nice but irrelevant that she had a master for that time who actually liked not only how she looked but how she smelled too.

"I wouldn't have thought any human would want to drop by the lounge or accept an invitation back stage either. I guess that human saying is true; good things come to those who wait."

Before Sakura could reply the bathroom door slid open and the human in question stepped out, trying to be nonchalant about it as he still had an embarrassing amount of tenting in the front. It was obvious he was trying to keep his hands off to the side rather than cover himself and draw even more attention to his state of morning arousal. There wasn't much he could do to eliminate it though, when confronted by the sight of the curvaceous blue lapine in all her mature glory, and the modestly posed yet equally beautiful red panda in attire designed to accentuate and draw attention to her figure.

"Uh, bathroom's free if you need it Patricia," he offered, assuming she'd likely have some need too if she'd slept through the night with him. It was with some pride that he found he could keep his eyes above her bosom most of the time by now, and focus on her face, particularly her eyes. She might not mind him looking but he didn't want her thinking that all he cared about was what lay below her neck.

"Why thank you Brad, I should take care of that before we have breakfast," she murred, her body moving with the grace only a talented dancer or gymnast might manage as she extricated herself from the chair and danced her way over to give him a friendly hug and rubbed her cheek against his. "In the meantime you and Sakura can get acquainted while I'm indisposed," she murred huskily into his ear, then eased on past him while he was dazed by the encounter and into the bathroom before he could formulate a response.

"Uhm, well, uh, hi again," he managed to get out eventually, and sat down on the bed facing her, doing the best he could to cover up his erect status and otherwise pretend it wasn't there. It was only partially successful in its execution though, for the panda eased over to kneel at his feet. After taking the time to withdraw the glasses from her bosom and offer them up to him respectfully she lifted his right foot into her lap where she began massaging it gently.

"Master is much too tense," she purred to him, the pads of her fingers sliding between his toes as she worked skillfully at the muscles and tendons in his foot, her musk permeating the skin as she worked. "Does Master normally wake up so tense? If so Master needs to relax more, perhaps a nice soak in the tub and a massage after breakfast."

"I'm just not used to waking up to something like this," he confessed as he gazed down at her, the angle affording him an easy view down along the line of her bosom while looking into her eyes, her expression clear of judgment or censure, reflecting only the kind of guileless devotion one would expect out of a harem slave. Her tail curled around to lay on the floor and rested in against her legs and feet, with the tip occasionally flicking up to brush against his feet as she tended to him.

"What would that be Master?" she asked all innocently, her massage switching from the right foot to the left as she rested the heel against the soft silky covering over her mound, the press of her fingers into the ticklish spots on the bottom of his foot causing him to involuntarily move it around, his blush creeping back from what he could feel his heel rubbing against. If she were just one of the dancers like Fatima and Karen who liked a certain theme she was embarrassingly thorough in her attention to detail if what he felt was true. Lacking any personal experience with something like that before now it still felt like the beautiful panda had piercings in such an intimate location, to match those hinted at through her silken top and the glittering bellybutton piercing he'd noticed while trying to keep his eyes from locking onto the more intimate areas.

"Well, being greeted by such a lovely lady for one," he admitted, unable to focus too clearly from the distractions brought about by the massage and his awareness of where she seemed to want to ensure his heel rested. "Or having another fine lady in bed with me," he added, somewhat surprised in the back of his mind at being able to speak so openly about things. Perhaps his ease was a result of her submissive and trusting behavior disarming his defenses and breezing though his walls as if they were never there at all.

"Master will find that normal for here, if he returns in the future," she told him, switching back to his right leg and massaging it from the ankle up now, while his left food remained in her lap. "One should not have to sleep alone, or wake to an empty room, when there is one willing to make it otherwise," she continued, claws scratching lightly over his skin while her natural oils soaked into and softened it as she diligently kept at her task.

"I certainly wouldn't have problems being greeted by you every morning," he blurted out, but before he could feel any embarrassment over that admission the dazzling smile she graced him with completely derailed any such feelings and left a warm spot glowing in his heart. He impulsively leaned down and stroked and patted her on the head gently, even though it undid his efforts to cover himself up, and was rewarded with her closing her eyes and pushing her head up into his hand, purring throatily.

"I'm already hoping I'll get to come back," he said, the melancholy tones she heard brought her eyes blinking back open to gaze up at him with some concern, a cloud of sadness drifting across his face as he feared he'd only been given a taste of such acceptance only to have it stolen away later. It was impossible for him to dwell on that though with Sakura kneeling there before him looking so kind and concerned, and someone so friendly and sensual as Patricia so near.

"Why wouldn't you be able to return Master?" she asked, both confused and curious, arms wrapping around his leg as she held onto him, head resting on his knee. She was so meltingly adorable like that he couldn't even formulate any concern about just where her head rested or what she was nearly nosed-up against.

"Not that easy to explain," he started to say, his hand continuing to caress her head softly, but before he could continue Patricia rejoined them in as casual a fashion as she'd left.

"Nice to see you two are hitting it off so well," she murred, laughter dancing in her eyes at the guilty start Brad gave before settling back down in response to Sakura's rubbing her head into his upper thigh in a delightfully soothing fashion.

"She's got a very good bedside manner," he managed to quip back to her, feeling more at ease as the attention they lavished upon him melted away his barriers one by one.

"Thank you Master," the lovely panda purred happily, her nose bumping against his crotch as she nuzzled him affectionately, which left him gasping and shivering in pleasure and embarrassment "Master should take care of this soon, before he hurts himself," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Have you been like that since I've been gone?" the luscious lapine asked, concern evident in her tone and expression as she sat down next to him and looked him over. When he tried to cover himself to hide from her gaze she wagged a finger reprovingly at him and caught his hands to gently but firmly hold them out of the way. "It's not good for you to stay like that too long honey, breakfast will have to wait until that's taken care of."

"Wh-what do you mean by that?" he asked out of reflex, even though he had no problems realizing what she meant. It seemed Sakura did as well as she brushed her hands up to slide under his pajama top and gently hooked her claws into the hem of the bottoms.

"That you need a little morning loving of course, you silly male," she murred huskily into his ear, her hands moving to press against his chest as she pushed him back down onto the bed, her lips meeting his as she silenced his protests with a warm, tender kiss. The taste of her upon his tongue was tastier than the dessert from the night before, and the merging of her mouth to his ending the half-hearted protests fueled only by old fears and hang-ups, all of them fading away as she let her arms slide around him and draped herself partially over his submissive form.

Eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around her in return he could only feel the results as Sakura drew his pajama bottoms down, the first truly intimate kiss he'd ever known followed quickly by the first intimate touch and exposure of his nether regions, for the panda seemed just as eager as the bunny to share in the morning intimacy. Her breath was hot and swirled around his shaft as she nuzzled along it softly, her nimble fingers brushing along the insides of his thighs and through the coarse hair that curled around his sac and throbbing member.

Time seemed to pass slowly as she acquainted herself with his crotch, taking in the sight, smell, taste, and touch of him as her fingers slid along his erection, refreshing herself on the difference between human males and the average anthro male, tongue swirling lightly over the head while the pads of her fingers slide along its sides. Each touch from her talented digits and lick of that exploring tongue evoked a shiver and moan from the pinned human, his fingers digging into Patricia's blue fur as he was left only aware of the pleasure of the moment, and the gift he was sure the ladies had no idea how special he considered it.

Patricia seemed content to let Sakura do the lion's share of the work, or perhaps simply felt unwilling to deny the panda her part in the proceedings when she had been so concerned for Brad' health. She stroked and caressed his back gently, her active fingers drawing his top up his torso slowly, baring more and more of it to rest bare skin to fur, full pink nipples shifting to red as they poked into his chest. While her scent was no where near as pronounced as that of anthros like Fatima or Sakura it was still in evidence as he breathed deeply of that natural perfume all females had, the press of her body to his making it easy for her to feel the increased rate of his heart and shift in his breathing as she broke the kiss to strip the pajama top away.

"Oh God that feels so good! So much better than I ever imagined!" he gasped out once his mouth was free, his hand swiftly returning to clutch at her as he moaned deep in his throat. It was such a strain to not hump his manhood into the panda's muzzle while she continued to lap away at the tip of his throbbing shaft, her musk liberally coating its length and his sack as she stroked them steadily.

"The reality is always better honey," Patricia whispered huskily, her lips brushing his ear as she licked and nuzzled along the rim. "No need to hold back, no need to fear disappointing, just let yourself go darling," she told him between her slow licks that brought her muzzle down to where she could nibble at the side of his neck affectionately.

Ah but this was turning out even more delightful than I'd thought it might, she thought to herself. Sweet, shy, and yet not so shy as to leave a lady wanting.

Sakura seemed to be thinking the same thing as well as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his erection, lapping along its length as she admitted just the first inch into her muzzle, mindful of her sharp teeth as she simply suckled at the end. Her hands continued to do the majority of the work as her fingers laced up around his shaft and stroked with a little more pressure to increase the pleasure, the thumbs rubbing along the underside. From the way her tail whipped and corkscrewed around behind her as it danced above her shapely bottom it was clear she was quite the happy panda indeed.

Even if he'd wanted to there was no way Brad could hold out for long under such pleasurably intense feelings that almost bordered on the painful. Not with having gone so long without release and subjected to not one but two ladies affections; ladies who likely not only knew every trick in the book but likely authored a few themselves. Caught between another heated kiss from the uninhibited lapine and the lapping swirl of the panda's tongue around the sensitive glans of his member made it impossible to last any longer, their human companion quickly peaking as he clutched tightly at the bunny's waist, shaft throbbing in the panda's grasp as he orgasmed with a soundless cry.

Sakura did her best to seal her lips around his erection as it sent jet after jet of his hot seed spraying into her muzzle, coating her tongue and splashing off the back of her throat as she used her tongue to protect his shaft from her teeth as she drew more of it into her mouth. Drinking the first few shots quickly to keep her mouth from overfilling she still found time to savor the taste of his cum as he emptied himself into her welcoming muzzle. By the time she'd sheathed its entire length within her mouth all that was left was the last few drops to be milked out, a task she indulged in with lazy little suckles.

When she felt him collapsing beneath her as his orgasm faded Patricia withdrew her mouth from his with a last swabbing of his mouth's insides with her tongue, and a playful tickling of it along his teeth and gums. Gazing down at him with warm affection in her eyes she rubbed noses gently with him and drew her right hand up to ruffle his hair lightly, just letting him recover at his own pace.

"Thank you, both of you," he told them, his voice barely above a whisper as he finally came to his senses, the afterglow leaving him as relaxed and contented as a man could be.

"You're welcome honey, glad to be of help," Patricia replied, then lapped him from Adam's apple to nose playfully. "Sakura did most of the work though, I just helped you realize you should let her."

"You're a very considerate lady," he stated, looking a bit embarrassed once again as he realized the panda hadn't made any effort to release his softening member. In fact, she had rested her hands against his inner thighs and seemed to be making herself comfortable like that, while her tongue played around with his manhood. Noticing how he glanced behind her and knowing how the panda was, she lifted a finger to his lips before he could say anything and give her time to speak instead.

"Leave her be honey," she murred softly into his ear while settling back down on top of him and planting soft kisses on his ear and cheek. "It makes her happy and there's no rush to do anything else. Besides, you don't want to take her suck toy away do you?" she teased.

There wasn't anything he could say to that, since they had already done so much for him, and it was he had to admit flattering that she wanted to remain like that. It couldn't get any more embarrassing having someone else along to see either since Patricia had been there from the start. So he just went with the flow instead, brushing his right hand between Sakura's ears and caressing her tenderly, and brushed his left along the lapine's side, enjoying that sweet delight of fur so fine it put the silk to shame against the skin. He almost regretted it though, considering the delighted wriggle from Patricia almost made him hard again, and the temptation he felt to inspect her mound even if just with a brief touch was so reasonable-sounding in his mind he could barely restrain himself.

It might have been classed as a lazy bit of lying around quietly enjoying each other's company, if not for the aspects so many would have felt were unacceptable to include in that category. Then again, since they weren't part of the many but their own unique selves they did find it working quite fine for them, until Sakura felt it time to not continue imposing on her master-for-the-morning's indulgence of her tastes. Dutiful slave that she was she used her muzzle and headfur to get him nice and dry, planted a kiss on the tip of his shrunken member to show her respects, and tucked his pajama bottoms back up to restore his modesty.

"Thank you Master, this one hopes she didn't inconvenience you with her enjoying her master's taste for so long," she purred softly as she straightened enough to see him over the curve of the bunny lounging on top of him. Emphasizing just how much she'd enjoyed it she drew her tongue from corner to corner of her muzzle and back again, cleaning up the few drops that had leaked from her lips with relish.

"Uhm no problem, glad you enjoyed yourself so much," he said, not really sure what else you could say to something like that. At least she had restored his modesty, rather than leaving his pajama bottoms down, and pale white skin wasn't much to stand out when compared to the other more striking figures in the room.

"Better see about setting up that breakfast now Sakura so he can recover faster if you'd like more later," Patricia murred in her most innocent tone of voice and expression. She couldn't maintain it for long though and broke out in giggles that left her jiggling pleasingly on top of Brad as his embarrassed antics kept feeding her laughter, made all the more humorous by how quickly Sakura set about recovering the serving trays and dashing to set things up for the pair. While she knew it was from the innocent desire to serve her harem slave persona faithfully and tend to them with alacrity it was impossible not to laugh at the other interpretation her energetic activity could imply.

"Please settle back onto the bed Master, Mistress, so I may finish setting up and serve you," she respectfully asked, standing with eyes submissively downcast as she waited on them, one tray already in hand. To her many credits Patricia refrained from being overly sensual or teasing when she slid off of Brad to crawl to the head of the bed and fixed up both pillows to save him time doing it himself, and patted the spot next to her inviting him into the location closest to Sakura so he could be taken care of first. She also draped the top-most sheet over her lower half, leaving just her bare bosom casually exposed.

"What would you like for breakfast Master, Mistress?" the industrious panda asked as she quickly set and braced the trays in their laps, mindful not to have it in too close where the bunny's bosom would get into the food, and set out the utensils in their respective locations. "We've a variety of cereals, fruits, vegetables, fresh bacon, eggs, and several juices along with milk, water, and tea. Here's the breakfast cart list in case that's not a good enough listing for you Master, Mistress," she concluded as she handed them each a glossy sheet with the menu selections available, her silks swishing along her fur as she brought the cart closer to make serving them easier.

After a late night snack of less than filling desserts and wine along with the morning's activities the pair found themselves quite ravenous and kept the panda quite busy as they finished off not just the bacon, eggs, sausage, peaches and a bowl of cereal a piece, but quite a bit of the tea and orange juice as well. She didn't mind though, she was fulfilling her role and everyone was happy, with Patricia occasionally 'dropping' things for the panda to pick up and give her ample opportunity to bend over and show off her backside or bosom, always willing to help out where she could. Besides, she might not be attracted to other females but it was nice to admire another female for the aesthetic features rather than the erotic aspects of their forms from time to time.

"Would the Master and Mistress like anything else; a massage, bath, morning entertainment?" she asked once she had all the dirty dishes put away and settled onto the bed to rest on her heels at their feet, hands on her knees and gazing downward, every inch the devoted slave.

"Well Brad, got anything else in mind you'd like Sakura to do? She's here to serve after all," Patricia pointed out with a slight emphasis on the 'serve', not even trying to sound innocent as she brushed her right hand up his chest and trailed her claws in a gentle precession along the underside of his chin. There was an undercurrent of intensity to her gaze as well, one he wasn't able to fathom but had no influence on his response.

"Oh no, I think I'm just fine thanks! Well taken care of! Really!" he exclaimed, eyes darting back and forth between the panda and the lapine as he was sure he wouldn't be able to handle any more 'entertainment' as they called it until he'd had time to absorb everything that'd happened already. Only a narcissist would have found himself the object of such attention and been able to behave as if it was not only normal but expected that every female around would toss herself at him. Being more on the flip side of that Brad was rocked off his foundations by the novel concept that there were actually women around who'd find him not only attractive but sexually enticing, and more had spent the night with one and another had readily stroked and suckled him to orgasm.

"This one does not wish to leave without being certain she's properly tended to you Master," she told him as she dropped down onto all fours before him and crawled forward towards him, until her hands resting alongside his waist, tail flagged high above her uplifted derriere. Her musk rolled forward and washed over him as she gazed at him, those wide eyes of her drawing him down into their bottomless pools of black as she awaited his response.

"Oh believe me you've done a fine job of that Sakura," he declared, squirming beneath both her devoted gaze and the more amused one Patricia was giving him, while hoping neither of them noticed the response her musk had invoked. Well, her musk and the rest of her attributes, he conceded. He couldn't imagine a man with a shred of interest in the opposite sex who wouldn't have had the same reaction caught between the two ladies. "I-, I'm just not used to all this kind of attention and just need some time to get used to it okay?"

"This one understands, Master," she replied, nosing in close enough to nuzzle his cheek affectionately and brush her silk-shrouded bosom against his bare chest. "Mistress knows how to recall this one when you wish your slave to return, Master. Just as soon as whatever other duties this one's involved in are discharged."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," he told her, awkwardly patting her on the side with his left hand, stroking his fingers through the soft silky fur and against the belt that held her silk bottoms on. The feeling was solid in his heart that even if he wasn't that well adjusted to it he'd still ask for her back, provided it didn't feel like he was making Patricia feel inadequate (not that he was sure that was possible, given the casual way she'd let Sakura have him earlier).

"Then this one will take her leave of you and Mistress now Master," she purred, but before slipping of the bed she braced herself so she wouldn't fall forward as she brought her hands up to catch his cheeks within her grasp and pressed her lips to his in a tender, yet heart-racingly intense kiss. When she was done and easing away with the stroke of her musky pads across his nose there was a glow about her that even left Patricia regarding the panda curiously. For Brad he was just too flustered from the kiss and display as she shimmied off of him and retrieved the breakfast cart and took her leave of the two with a parting wave of her tail.

"Uhm, Wow!" he finally gasped out after she was gone, which elicited a soft chuckle from the lapine, who couldn't resist resting her right hand on his chest and stroking it softly.

"Maybe I should hurry and call her back?" the bunny teased, ears flicking in amusement, then broke out in laughter from the way he jumped and got all guilty looking. "Nothing to be looking so embarrassed about honey, I'd be worried about you if you didn't want to see her again. In fact, just to reassure you that she was sincere, I could tell she really liked you."

"Wh-what makes you say that?" he stammered out, still under the influence of Sakura's pheromones and not thinking too clearly.

"A harem slave doesn't move in and kiss her master unless she's told to, or even nuzzle like she did," Patricia pointed out, then shook her head at the way he went to blushing once again. Pressing him back gently into the pillows she leaned in to slip her right leg up and over to straddle him and settled into his lap, her hands just resting on his shoulders as she sat there and looked deeply into his eyes.

"You weren't exaggerating last night when you said you hadn't any experience with women were you honey?" she asked, all sympathetic and understanding as she kneaded his shoulders tenderly. "Must be pretty overwhelming then, surrounded by so many extroverted ladies, ladies who're focusing all that interested on you, and yes we do find you interesting honey."

"It's just so hard to believe it's real Patricia," he told her when he'd managed to get his thoughts into some kind of order, his hands gravitating to her hips out of a need to be somewhere, and to draw comfort from the feel of her in his grasp. "I mean, what's a plain simple guy like me able to offer someone as attractive and intelligent as you?"

"None of that kind of talk now honey," she gently chided him, a few kisses dusting his lips to take any sting out of her words. "Just in the short time you've been here you've been respectful and considerate of everyone you've met, no leering or crude language or behavior, and even when you were given the opportunity you didn't abuse Sakura's trust earlier. You could have asked for anything and had it, but didn't. Instead of treating her like a toy you treated her with dignity, that's why she went so far as to kiss you earlier. As long as you treat her and the rest of us with that kind of respect you'll always be welcome here."

"Well, I've never understood how anyone can feel right taking advantage of someone else," he told her, then managed to joke, "unlike a certain bunny and her liberties." He made sure to smile and give her a squeeze to show he really wasn't bothered by that at all, and just to be sure said, "thank you, for all the attention you've shown me, although I hope you don't mind that Sakura got to be my first intimate partner."

"Honey I don't mind in the least," she let him know quite clearly, and punctuated it with a warm kiss, before snuggling in to rest bosom to chest with him, her arms sliding around his shoulders, embracing him with all her considerable presence. "If anything it would please Sakura to no end knowing that she was first with you. Provided you don't feel too shy to tell her."

"It'd probably be easier than telling her I don't mind if she'd want to do it again," he said, which left Patricia blinking in amazement he was able to admit to that, before giving him a tight hug and wriggling playfully against him.

"I'll be sure to pass that on, Master Brad," she said with a smirk, and rubbed herself into his lap just to tease him some more.

"You know I didn't ask her to call me that," he pointed out, reflecting to himself that it had felt good, and made for quite the ego stroke in its own way, along with the lapine's brand of affection. It'd even left him feeling bold enough by this point to risk sliding his hands over her hips to brush them over her furry buns, which triggered a happy little flicking of her tail against his fingers. "She's so good at playing a harem slave, does she do it often?"

"Not that often, no, you'd have to ask her yourself if you want to know more about her harem persona," she told him, the lovely blue bunny knowing the details of the panda's past and her harem role was something she wasn't free to give out.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to go prying, if it'd bother her asking," he replied, although knew if Patricia hadn't said something he'd have been asking as a matter of course for him. If he hadn't been so overwhelmed by things so far he'd have likely asked all sorts of questions already that would have likely gotten him poked for being too nosy, especially for having just met them.

"I think she wouldn't mind you asking her honey," Patricia said, a thoughtful expression on her face. "But wait a few days, maybe come back next weekend and ask then, spend some time relaxing with her like we've been doing first."

"You'd be okay with that?" he asked, not particularly familiar with the idea of women who'd be that willing to share. From what he'd heard and seen that was more of a male fantasy than a reality, except that he'd apparently lucked into that reality in truth.

"Honey, really, you need to stop worrying so much," she told him, letting go of his shoulder to wag her finger in front of him. "I might be taking the weekend off to get plenty of quality time with you but I'm a busy bunny quite often, and it'd hardly be fair to you or proper of me to leave you hanging if someone else is around who'd also enjoy being with you. Besides, if I didn't mind her tending to you earlier dear I'd hardly mind you enjoying a day or weekend snuggling her now would I?"

"No, I guess you wouldn't," he agreed, giving her backside a gentle squeeze before brushing his fingers over it to explore those softly furred curves. "If I get to come back I guess I could get used to being with whichever of you happened to be free."

"Why wouldn't you be able to come back? Got something already scheduled for next weekend?"

"Uhm, no, it's more like where I work, you could say," he said, starting and stopping off and on as he tried to figure out how best to answer her. "This is the first time I've gotten away from the place since I started there, to see anything, or meet anyone. I don't know if Terri could get me out next weekend or not."

"They've been holding you prisoner?!" she asked, shocked at the idea such things would still be occurring in this day and age. Her ears stood straight up as the outrage at the thought left her tail flicking about rapidly as well.

"Not a prisoner exactly, more like protective custody," he told her, looking uncomfortable about the subject, but knew he couldn't leave it there from the way she still looked. "It's not something easy to talk about, or explain, Patricia. If I explain will you promise not to tell anyone else? I know the truth gets me treated different around AII and I really don't want to be treated different around here if I can get back around here in the future."

"Why do you think we'd treat you differently?" she asked, confused, her outrage dissipating when he said that. Someone who could have done something that they'd consider changing their opinions about them once they learned about it wouldn't be around the lounge in the first place. It wasn't like his behavior was either anti-female or anti-anthromorphic, if anything it was very much in favor of both.

"Because I'm not a native born human," he said softly, then grabbed onto her tightly, face buried in the side of her neck, eyes closed. "AII was doing some kind of experiment playing around with using artificial gravity fields to warp space and basically skip from one point to another instantaneously, at least that's what I was told, but something went wrong and it skipped me from my earth to yours."

Incredulous was a polite way of putting it when she first heard and tried to process that possibility, it was such an outlandish idea at first glance, but as she thought it over it wasn't beyond the realm of possibility. While she hadn't kept up on the latest research in the field of gravity manipulation, outside that related to the contra-gravity drives on the latest exploratory and colony ships that'd been launched in recent years, she knew enough to see that such skipping might be possible from what she understood of the physics involved. There were also the differences between him, both physical and behavioral, from the average human, particularly things like the glasses, his height, and his obvious delight in being in the company of her and the others around the lounge.

"How long ago did this happen honey?" she asked him, stroking the back of his head with her left hand while the right stroked up and down his back, accepting his statement at face value until she could look into it later. As she held onto him she rolled over onto her back, shifting positions as she put him on top and wrapped her legs around him, doing her best to pamper and reassure him.

"About six months ago," he replied, not resisting at all as she made him comfortable on top of her, the feel of her meeting that aching need inside that all normal sentient beings (at least those of earthly origin) felt. There wasn't even a hint of embarrassment within him by this point as he lay on top of her, just relief she hadn't freaked out over what he'd told her. "I'm not sure exactly when, I was pretty dazed and in and out of consciousness for a while after it happened, and then went through weeks of interrogation as they did everything they could to ensure I was what I said I was. The rest of the time since then it's been almost steady probing to learn everything about where I came from and how it differs from here."

"If that's the case how'd you get out last night, for the weekend?" she asked while nuzzling his neck affectionately, thinking she wouldn't mind visiting his world if he truly were an alien if there were more humans like him there.

"Terri, my bodyguard, he was that fox I was here with last night," he explained. "He managed to convince them that it wouldn't hurt to let me get out some, see where I was stuck living at now, and just not feel like a lab animal for a while."

"That was very considerate of him," she replied, making a mental note that the fox deserved a reward of some sort, provided he'd been as altruistic in his help as it appeared. One should always reward good behavior, she thought to herself, especially between humans and anthromorphs, just needed to remember who had a thing for foxes in the group. "Quite trusting too, for him to leave you here with us for the weekend."

"Well, even before we got to the lounge Terri was telling me how wonderful it was, and how discrete and secure it was. After you tossed your panties to me and danced off the stage he told me how lucky I was and that I'd be as safe if not safer here as I had been at the institute."

"He definitely had that right, we've the best security around, and that's even if you don't include Tori," she said, smiling up at him and licking and nuzzling up beneath his chin, then expanded her comment when he looked confused. "Tori is the wolverine you met when you were greeted at the door."

"Oh, okay! I didn't know wolverines came in white," he commented, then blushed a bit. "I'm surprised she doesn't dance too, I mean, she's got the figure for it."

"She's a great dancer but self-conscious about it around groups," Patricia told him between licks. "Plus without a special outfit designed to filter it out her musk tends to be hard on anyone trying to breathe it, even the average anthromorph unless he or she's of a musk-bearing species, like vulpines and ferrets. I don't know if her musk would bother you or not, since you like how Sakura and Fatima smell, but I'll gladly make the introduction sometime if you'd like. She'd likely be flattered just knowing you felt she should be on stage."

"I think I need to get used to you and the others I've met before meeting more Patricia, and I still need some way to make it back again," he reminded her, before blushingly adding, "Plus she's impressive enough I doubt I could handle it trying to be intimate with her."

"Every problem has a solution honey, just requires some work," she reassured him, then playfully slipped her hands into his pajamas and gave his backside a squeeze, causing him to gasp in surprise. "In the meantime do you want to lay around in bed all day and see about some wet and messy fun with a willing bunny babe or would you like to get out and meet some of the other equally delightful ladies?" she asked while giving him a sultry, half-lidded look.

"I don't really know if I'm ready for that so soon," he told her while trying not to wriggle too much while she stroked her fingers over his bottom and teased her claws gently between his rump cheeks. "Although I don't have anything besides the pajamas to go wondering around in," he suddenly realized.

"The entire building's clothing-optional honey, even the dining area, although I can't remember the last time someone sat and ate their meal in just their fur," she informed him with a naughty grin, then lapped his nose wetly and topped it off with a kiss. "I know, too early for you to let everyone see what you've got to offer, and I should have thought to have Sakura bring our clothes by when she brought breakfast. When I have the opportunity to get to a pad I'll send off a request to have someone bring our clothes to us. Would you like me to single out Sakura?" she asked, looking as innocent as she could.

"Would she be upset if someone else did it?" he asked, not wanting to upset her or make her unhappy that he hadn't asked for her specifically.

"Hmmm, now that you mention it probably," Patricia replied. "While I've certainly not seen her every time she's been a harem slave she was pretty into the role when she was here, and meant it when she said call on her for anything."

"I don't want her unhappy so waiting for when she's free to would be fine then," he told her, which earned him a warm smile and a kiss on the cheek.

"Will you give her a treat for being such a good slave?" the bunny couldn't resist asking, unable to stop herself from playing with him a little.

"Shouldn't her Mistress look to giving her a treat instead of leaving Master to do it every time?" he asked and gave her a wink, managing to tease her back for a change.

"Mistress has a preference for Master," she tossed back and tightened her legs around him while pulling his crotch into hers, rubbing his silk-covered shaft against her bare mound.

"Okay, okay! Uncle! I surrender!" he gasped out, not taking long at all to firm back up again from that kind of pressure and her hands inside his pajamas and nestled between his bare buns. "You win Patricia! I can't win in a teasing war with you."

"Oooooo, great, so I get to claim the spoils of war," she murred happily and withdrew her right hand from his backside to reach up and bury his head playfully into her ample bosom. With the silver fur of her chestruff and breasts rubbing against his cheeks she planted a kiss on the top of her 'prisoner's' head and licked at his forehead. "Oh, sorry honey, forgot about your glasses," she apologized when they got pushed into his face and left him up so she could gently lift them off his face and place them safely aside. "You know you could always get those replaced with a new set with perfect vision, or better if you wanted."

"I could never do that," he said with a shudder. "I like having everything I was born with, even if it's not the best," he told her, then smiled weakly and brought himself to gently kiss her left nipple. "Besides, they're good enough for what counts."

"I suppose they do give you a special something, like the pair Karen wears as part of her costume," she commented, and ruffled his hair affectionately. "I prefer your special something though," she added while giving a naughty wriggle beneath him to rub up against his 'special something'.

"You haven't even had my special something yet," he pointed out, although he wasn't sure how much longer that'd be the case. His inhibitions had melted away readily enough earlier for Sakura, and she hadn't even been trying the way Patricia was. Not that he wanted to have them either, with a female of such presence interested in him, but far easier to set his glasses aside than his inhibitions.

"Well we could take care of that right now," she murred in her most tantalizing voice, exhibiting an exceptional range of vocal control in the process as she ran right through the range that hit with nearly as much impact as Sakura's musk had earlier.

"Almost got it taken care of already," he confessed, the dampness soaking through the satin not helping his self-control any, when added along with the rest. "You're way too exciting for an inexperienced male to hold out against such teasing for long," he told her honestly.

"Don't worry honey you'll get used to it soon enough," she reassured him with an affectionate pat on the head. "I would like to enjoy feeling you inside me even if you don't last long dear, because this doe has been way too long without a buck and I'd like you to be mine."

"No one will ever say you weren't clear about what you want, and I'm especially pleased being what you want," he said, smiling, and nuzzled at her left nipple and kissed it again. "I just don't want my inexperience disappointing you."

"You won't dear, so put that out of your mind and put yourself where you're wanted," she told him, voice shifting back into that throaty murr that she found most affected him earlier and completely drove any other thoughts out of his mind but what they both really wanted right then. When she began rolling the waistband of his pajamas down he didn't even notice the change until she rolled her hips to draw him inside of her, the wet, snug-fitting heat of her passage enveloping the length of his member as it smoothly delved into her.

"Oh that feels so good! Even better than I ever imagined!" he exclaimed, which elicited a chuckle from the bunny as she squeezed her legs against his backside and held him snuggly inside of her.

"Even better than Sakura's little wake-up relief earlier?" Patricia asked mischievously, her hands stroking over his back tenderly while she gave him a gentle but firm squeeze with her inner muscles.

"A gentleman doesn't compare ladies like that," he said, then blushingly confessed, "besides, I'm too new at it to be anything but delighted and happy at the attention to go comparing."

"An honest male, will the wonders never cease," she declared, pretending to look shocked at his admission before lifting his chin up to gaze deeply into his eyes. "You must be from another world with such refreshing openness," she murred richly before brushing her right hand up beneath his chin, drawing his mouth to hers and kissing him soundly, enjoying the novelty of once again sharing a kiss, her first, with a human. Muzzles and mouths might not have been meant to meet but they seemed to work quite well for the pair as they let their eyes close, vision an extraneous thing compared to what the other senses had to share. The sensual delight of fur upon skin that had driven the fur trade for centuries until it was deemed wrong and replaced with synthetic fur, the scent of aroused and willing female, the taste of her upon his tongue, and the throaty murr that spoke to her pleasure and was even felt where his chest had settled against her breasts.

It didn't take long under such stimulation for the desire to thrust into her grew too strong to resist, short strokes at first as her legs were still holding him quite firmly, but growing looser as the heat within her was slowly fanned. Last night's self-pleasuring had been good but this was as it was meant to be, her heart along with her body told her, two bodies becoming one in the sublime joy of mating. Every time it was different, every time it was the same, and for the lapine there was a part of her that felt delight at initiating Brad into the ways of lovemaking, that wished to teach as the experienced female rather than his having to learn the fumbling way of the unskilled youth the way it had been for her and her first lover.

Knowing he likely wouldn't last long enough to bring her to her peak their first time together, even with the earlier release afforded to him by Sakura lowering his sensitivity, Patricia transferred her left hand from stroking his back to move it between them to rub at her clit instead, adding the stimulation of her adept fingers to that of his shaft slicing between her petals to slip delightfully deep inside. It wasn't the longest or thickest she'd ever enjoyed but it was more than sufficient to tend to her need, especially with the extra help on her part until he was more experienced as well.

The minutes flew by as his hips moved faster and faster with the driving need for release pushing him onward, the juices leaking from her sex whipped up into froth by the enthusiastic thrusts from her inexperienced but eager partner, with her legs adding some energy to his thrusts as she tightened and loosened them in sync with his own rhythm. Hard throbbing nipples were pushed down into her breasts as his chest ground into them, hands sliding beneath her to clutch at her shoulders and hold him tightly to her as the lust she'd fanned within him, the outlet she had given him for all those lonely years with only himself for release, consumed him. It was as if all Sakura had drained off was a mere droplet from the grand total in comparison with the rest slated for the passionate lapine.

Time suddenly collapsed into a single moment as his peak came upon him, hips thrust hard into the wonderful bunny doe's crotch, shaft buried nearly as deep as it could go, impeded that slight bit by her fingers where they were toying with her clit. Heart racing and breath coming in shallow pants through his nose he went tense all over as he held himself to her, silently crying out as he climaxed, his seed jetting deep to splash off her cervix, the lapine's fingers pressing and rubbing just so to crest her along with him. Clutching him with restraint lest she hurt him she nonetheless squished both of them breathless as her orgasm crashed through her on the heels of his, those silken walls of hers rippling along his shaft to milk him of every drop of that precious fluid. Only when they were both spent did they collapse limply onto the bed, her legs and arms loosely embracing him, once she freed the one held between them, breaking the kiss so that they both might breathe.

As they lay there entwined in each other's embrace, the warm afterglow they shared shining within them, Brad rubbed his head into Patricia's shoulder softly. A deep sigh of contentment escaped him once he'd caught his breath up, while she licked and nuzzled his neck affectionately in return. Only the sounds of them breathing and the occasional sounds from them shifting about filled the room, neither speaking as they basked in the moment, each savoring the moment for their own special reasons. Patricia for being part of guiding him into the joy of male and female intimacy and the pleasure of being with such a unique and fine male, and Brad for the understandable joy of such a caring, knowledgeable, and understanding partner for his first encounters with the opposite sex.

"For your first time honey that wasn't bad at all," she finally murred softly to him, her hands languidly roaming over his back and bottom once she found her voice.

"Well I've a lot of understanding of the theory even if I haven't any experience beyond what I've gotten from you and Sakura," he told her, feeling relaxed enough to not feel embarrassed at saying that. "I hadn't much else to do with my free time but enjoy the books and art and videos about sex, even though I know it's not completely accurate."

"You'll be just fine honey, believe me. I've more than enough experience to be able to tell," she reassured him, and followed up with a kiss to his cheek. "The important thing is that you're willing to learn and listen to your partner, many either don't listen or don't care as long as they get what they want."

"You aren't stingy with the praise are you?" he asked, smiling softly as he shifted his hands down to cup and squeeze her rump affectionately, then blushed a little at the wetness of her fur, knowing he was responsible for that, at least in part.

"I give it where it's due," she replied matter-of-factly and gave his buns a squeeze in return and tickled his rear entrance with her claws. "Don't be letting it go to this head though," she added as she nuzzled the side of his head. "None of us would like to see you lose that refreshingly respectful and considerate nature we've seen. I know Sakura at a minimum wouldn't have anything to do with you if you felt you were somehow entitled to her services, rather than gifted with them."

"It'd hurt me quite a bit to lose that respect from her, or you," he fervently declared and hugged her tightly. "I've been misunderstood and pushed aside for so long I'd hate to mess things up now, when you and she and the others I've met have been so kind and friendly."

"We prefer giving our best at the beginning and adjust from there based on the response we get," she let him know while she patted his back comfortingly and hugged him with her legs. "As you might be able to tell we're quite pleased with you."

"Such ladies as yourself make it difficult to do anything but rise up to meet your expectations," he declared, then availed himself of the moment to nuzzle her cheek for a change and plant a kiss at the corner of her lips.

"Flatterer," she said while giving what was left of him inside of her a playful squeeze. "Nothing to rise up for now except to get cleaned up I think. Your doe doesn't mind cuddling like this but the wet sticky spot is getting to her."

"Oh, right, sorry!" he said contritely and drew himself partly upright, pushing himself up with his hands and only slowed down by Patricia as she kept her arms snug around him.

"Slow down dear, nothing to rush about, or apologize for. After all this was your first time and it just left you too excited to notice the mess," she comforted him, and let her legs slip from around him while her hands rested on his shoulders. Gazing up at him with those large liquid eyes of hers so brimming with warmth and compassion she smiled and gave his shoulders a squeeze. "In grand harem tradition there's a scented bath accessible through that larger archway on the adjoining wall to the bathroom door, so why don't you go ahead and I'll leave a message for Sakura to bring our clothes by. I'm sure she'd love to drop back by and join us," she concluded with a knowing wink.

"Have mercy dear," he pleaded. "I don't know about the males here but so much so often without a break can be quite painful, at least for me," he told her, blushing softly.

"Nice to see you're not completely inexperienced about everything," she told him while she gave a lazy stretch once he was off of her, completely unmindful of the show she put on while he watched. Even with her thighs and tail matted with their juices she was still every bit the pure sensual expression of femininity and every micron a lady. "Just a bath and a massage afterwards honey, I promise, then a tour around the lounge and introduce you to everyone who's around."

"I've never had a massage before, outside of that one Sakura gave my feet earlier," he told her, at least for the moment lacking any self-consciousness about his nudity, and distracted by the display she was putting on. "It did feel very nice."

"I'll make sure she brings by everything for a deluxe massage then," she told him with a smile that melted him like a snowman on a hot, sunny day, and likely would have left part of him as firm as stone in other ways if not for all his previous activities with the sensual bunny and red panda. Before he could recover from her morning stretch she hopped off the bed beside him and gave his backside an affectionate pat and a friendly push to the small of his back. "Now go hop in the tub and I'll be there shortly honey."

"Okay, okay, I'm going," he replied good-naturedly, a considerable part of him getting caught up in such a dream come true, his worries about only having just the one weekend with them being shelved to worry about after the weekend comes to an end. He'd been told often enough not to dwell so much on the negative he lost sight of the positive, but simply hadn't been able to bring himself to do it without the kind of incentive he was getting from the ladies at the lounge.

Patricia waited until he'd passed through the doorway before moving over to one of the concealed network connection panels in the room, mindful of the one secret she had that hadn't been shared with anyone save her sister. Resting her palm against it she felt the system linking with her mind, the lapine having no need of the virtual interface or any other mechanical aids like Heather required in order to directly link with their mainframe. While she had no idea why she shared that talent with her sister and had never heard of anyone else having it, they'd never made mention of it outside of themselves, and simply used it to their benefit in their chosen life paths; her with her engineering and her sister with her military career.

It didn't take long with things moving at the speed of thought to track down Sakura through the web of sensors that quietly monitored the interior, or to leave her a message inviting her back to give their guest a massage after his bath, and a notation to use their most comfortable med-bed for the table. While she wasn't sure how to handle the idea Brad might be from another world, a detailed medical scan while being massaged would be helpful whether he was or not. There were also some anomalies that were raising concerns with Heather from what she could see, which could perhaps support his claims, but couldn't really find reason to worry herself. Even in the short time he'd been in her company she could just feel he was sincere, and doubted any of the concerns the mephit had would come to fruition. Extricating herself with a few notifications for Karen and their other medically minded members to give the medical data a looksee once it was available she cleared the room-code to readmit Sakura once she was back and headed off to join Brad in the bath.