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Ever have an idea get stuck in your head? One that simply won't go away until you do something about it? Maybe you have, maybe you haven't. Me, I get rid of them by writing about them. Most of the time it's a story idea that needs to get put down on paper. Other times it might be a memory that I want to share.

Not this time.

This time it's painful. It's something that happened nearly ten years ago and it left a mark on me that I know will never truly fade. That's not to say this is going to be all gloomy and depressing. That'd be easy, just writing about the bad stuff. But what makes the bad stuff much, much worse is the good stuff that preceded it.

If somebody just walked up and punched you, you'd be pissed. If somebody came up to you offering ice cream, you'd be happy - assuming you like ice cream, of course. Not only is it free, it's one of your favorite flavors! But after you've gotten a few good bites (Damn! This stuff is good!), that person slaps it out of your hand onto the sidewalk. THEN, they punch you. Worse, right?

Well, that's kind of how this is going to go. If you're not up for that, it's cool. Give some of my other stuff a try, or something somebody else wrote. There are tons of authors to choose from here. (Artists too!) I know I'm far from the only game in town. But if you choose to stick around, I hope you make it to the end.

As is becoming my style with Many Worlds entries, I need to start this one off with a little personal background. I used to be in the military. I did it for six years, and it was okay. I spent three of those six years in South Korea, and that was okay, too. After I got out, I went back to school for a bit, worked some odd jobs, but I wasn't really satisfied with any of that. That's when a friend (the cool raccoon chick from "Worst of Both Worlds," actually) told me about a friend of hers who was teaching English in Korea. Hey! I used to live there, so the culture shock would be minimal. I'd just have to get used to a new job. I looked into it and a few months later I was on my way. While I was there I joined a few online expat communities and made friends both in Korea and Japan. I wanted to get to Japan, but didn't have the money for it, so after my first year of teaching in Korea was done, I signed up for another. It was during that time that I got closer with some of my friends in Japan. I took a few trips there during that second year, and started to get much closer with one of them.

But now I'm getting ahead of myself. Just how things developed is where this tale actually needs to start. And it starts with, of all things, sunflower seeds.

If you've never lived in a country other than the one you're from, you really should do it, if you have the means or opportunity. Not only will you get to experience another culture and possibly learn a new language, but you'll get to meet some other (hopefully) cool expats. "Expat" (if you don't already know), is short for "expatriate," and means a person living outside their home country. Most expats are pretty good people, in my experience, aside from the ones who are totally jaded and cynical. They can provide a nice support group as well, since you've all got the shared condition of living in a place that is not your own.

Another great thing about living in another country is experiencing its food. There's a whole new spectrum to explore, from top shelf gourmet styles, to street vendors and junk food. Junk food in other countries can be downright appalling or it can be amazing.

Lotte Chocoball Sunfuns are amazing! What the hell are they? They're chocolate covered sunflower seeds, and look kind of like mouse droppings. But don't let that dissuade you from trying them if you can! They're really damned good. As far as I know, you can only get them in Korea, but I'm sure there are markets in other places that import them and sell them.

But at the time of this story, they were not available in Japan. I had a friend in Japan who wanted some, and was already planning a trip over there to visit a bunch of online friends. No big deal to toss a few bags in my carry-on.

This wasn't going to be my first trip to Japan (second, actually), but it would be my first time meeting this particular group. We all knew each other from a forum, and one girl, Hayley, and I had gotten chatty, if not quite flirty, with each other in private messages and emails. She was the one who wanted the Sunfuns, too. I told her I'd hook her up, and she said her payment would depend on what she thought of the delivery boy.

Fair enough.

The flight over was really smooth. Yes, it's international, but it's also barely over 2 hours. I got through customs and headed to the trains. I knew where I was meeting the friend I'd be staying with and had plenty of time to get there. We met up, had dinner, then went back to his place to hang out. His wife was cool with me crashing there for a few days, and it made a nice base of operations to work out of.

The next day was mostly sightseeing, and in the evening a bunch of forum friends were getting together for dinner and drinks. This is where the first meeting and the delivery would take place. I knew which one Hayley was as soon as I walked in the restaurant.

She wasn't the only Aussie there, but she was the only wallaby. She was fiercely proud of this on the forum, and took great offense to being referred to as a "little kangaroo," so do so at your own peril. Her grey fur was short and neat, though she did have a bit of an unruly black mop that grew up from between her nearly diamond-shaped ears. Her eyes were a lighter grey than her fur, and stood out in stark contrast to the darkness of her hair. She was a little short, even for her species, and carried a bit more weight than one might expect for a race known primarily for their physical prowess. She blamed long office hours for the weight, and would happily dare anybody who called her "fat" or "chubby" to a long jump contest. Few ever accepted the challenge.

Her feistyness was just one of the reasons I was drawn to her. She was very honest and open about pretty much anything. She wasn't scared of or embarrassed by conversations on sex, porn or any other sort of "adult" topic. We'd hit it off really well online, and I was hoping things would continue down that path in person.

She stood up and gave me a welcoming hug. I held on probably a bit longer than I should have, but I wanted to make sure she knew I had designs on her.

"Chocolate first, then we'll talk terms," she said.

She knew. I handed over four bags of Sunfuns and she laughed.

"Oh, I'll have to give you something extra for bringing so much," she hinted.

That potential was enough for me. The whole gang of us got a little food and a lot of drinks. After a few hours, people started worrying about when their last train was going to run and everybody decided to split. Most of us were meeting up at my host friend's place the next night, so we just made quick good-byes and headed out. I realized there was no way I could get back to where I was staying and Hayley quickly offered to let me crash at hers. I wasn't sure what that involved, but it sounded promising. She was sending a text to my host when another friend said he might have trouble getting home as well.

"No worries," Hayley told him, "you can crash, too."

The hell?!? Well, there went my chances for anything fun. The three of us piled into a cab and were back at her place in about 15 minutes. She got beers for all three of us to finish off the night, which we didn't really need. They were barely done and it was clear we all needed to crash.

"Nigel," she told our friend, "you can have the couch. He'll crash with me."

Okay, maybe all my chances weren't totally gone.

That's what I'd thought, until Hayley closed the doors between her bedroom and the living room. They were louvered, like closet doors, with angled slats of wood making up most of their surface. They let in a decent amount of light from the TV. I suspected they'd let out a lot of sound as well. Dammit!

She stripped down to her t-shirt and panties and pulled back the covers on her bed. It was small, not quite a full double, which meant we'd be in close quarters. She sat down on what was clearly "her side" and started messing with her alarm clock.

"Nigel," she said through the doors, "I've got an early meeting tomorrow, so you guys can't really hang around at all once I'm up."

"Got it," he answered. He turned the TV off and we could hear him messing about with the blankets and pillows on the couch.

"How about you?" she asked me. "Getting ready for bed, or should I turn out the lights to protect your modesty?"

I wasn't sure how much she thought we could get up to with somebody less than 3 meters away through doors that would have a hard time blocking a whisper, but what the hell, right? I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor.

SLOWER, she mouthed at me, apparently not even wanting to risk a whisper.

I decided to give her what she wanted, popping the button on my pants, then sliding the zipper down so slowly that it didn't even make a sound. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down, bending as I did. I stepped free of my pants before standing up again, now wearing only my boxers.

Hayley smiled and patted the bed next to her. I walked around to the free side while she laid down on hers. As I climbed in beside her, she turned to face me and welcomed me into her bed with a kiss. It was nice, as kisses go, but it seemed she was holding something back. When she pulled away from me, she leaned over and turned off her lamp, making the room pretty dark. A few stray beams of light from the streetlights outside made it through the slats in the doors, but not enough to make out much of anything. Thank heavens for good low-light vision.

I could still see Hayley quite well, and I was happy to see she was smiling. We resumed our kissing, and let our hands begin exploring each others' bodies. I still wasn't quite sure how far we'd be able to go, so I didn't push things. I was content for the most part, my hand inside her shirt, rubbing the soft fur on her tummy. Apparently she wasn't, though, because she took my hand in hers and moved it to her right breast.

With that move made, our kissing grew more intense. I teased her nipples to hardness and stroked every inch of her chest I could get my hand on. She wasn't staying passive either. Her hand soon found its way to my boxers, and she started rubbing me through the thin cotton fabric. I couldn't help but let out a small moan when she first touched me.

I wasn't sure if he was still awake or not, but Nigel groaned and rolled over right after I'd moaned. We froze. Our hands stayed where they were, but we broke our kiss and looked at each other. The next sound that came out of the living room was a snore, and it was really hard for both of us not to laugh.

"I want to get inside you," I whispered as quietly as I could.

"I want you there," she told me, "but we've got a problem."

"Condoms?" I asked.

She nodded. "Mine are in that drawer over there, and it squeaks like hell when you open it."

"Mine are in my- shit... My backpack's in the living room next to the couch," I realized.

We looked at each other again and whispered in unison, "Dammit!"

There was no way around it. We were not going to get to have sex that night. We were both horny as all hell, and it was nearly impossible to fall asleep. We managed somehow, and about 5 hours later Hayley's alarm was waking us up.

She got out of bed, pulled on a skirt (With legs like hers, I imagine those are much easier to deal with than pants or shorts.) that had been left on her floor and opened the doors to the living room. As for me, I laid in bed, not sure how things were going to play out. I also didn't want to get up in just my boxers sporting my morning wood in full view of another dude. (Bi or not, there are some things that one just doesn't do with strangers.)

"Nigel, you need to get up," she said as she shook him awake. "I overslept by an hour and am going to be late for my meeting. I need you guys to clear out."

"Whuzat?" Clearly, Nigel was not a morning person.

"No bullshit, I'm going to be late." she told him.

"Okay, okay, I'm up," he said as he rose from the couch. He'd slept in his clothes and just had to pick up his bag. "What about him?" he asked, pointing at me.

"I've got to give him directions to get back to where he's staying. You know how to get home, so off you go." She hustled him out the door, and once I heard it latch I got up and started pulling on my pants.

Hayley walked back into the room, yanking her shirt off as she did. "What are you doing?" she asked when she saw me. "Take those off."

I was confused. "But you said..?"

"I lied," she admitted as she took off her skirt. "I set my alarm for an hour earlier than I needed to."

We exchanged a pair of very knowing, very wicked grins.

"But I do have a meeting today. That really wasn't bullshit. So let's not waste time, okay?"

It took seconds for us to strip to our fur and get back in her bed. Our mouths met and our hands returned to the places they'd barely started discovering the night before. I caressed her breasts and rubbed her nipples to hardness with my fingerpads. She gripped my sheath and stroked it up and down my length, quickly getting all of my cock exposed.

"Wait," she said, rolling off the bed. As she crossed to her dresser I knew what she was after.

SKREEEEEEK! went the drawer, and I laughed.

"Told you," she smiled, flicking the condom onto the bed..

"Fair enough," I said as she laid back down. I sat up, grabbed the condom, tore it open and unrolled over myself.

"How do you-" I started to say as I turned towards her. She was laying on her back, legs opened wide enough to give me some space on either side of her tail. Her arms stretched upwards, ready to embrace me.

Were I a smoother guy, I'd probably have had some line ready to go for moments like this. But since I'm just me, and since I was so awed that a girl this cool and cute wanted me - ME! - so badly, all I could do was smile down at her as I moved between her legs.

I've been with a healthy variety of furs, I'm happy to be able to say, but it seems there's something in common with the ones who turn out to be the most memorable - strong legs. Whether it's from keeping fit or just having to support a little extra weight, strong legs are a serious turn-on for me. Some people go for slimmer girls, but not me. I like a girl that is undeniably there, that I don't have to worry about holding back with, and one who let's you know it when she wraps her legs around you. Strong legs also have the added bonus of rising into terrific butts, too.

Hayley was the first wallaby (or yes, even roo) that I'd been with, and I was loving it. Things started out fairly normal but I wasn't inside her for long before she lifted her feet up and hooked her heels over my shoulders. She was even stronger than I expected and had no problem holding me off her body with just her legs. I tried pushing myself down, to feel her body against mine, but she wasn't having any of it. She held me up easily. To prove just how strong she was, she put her hands behind her head and grinned at me.

"I want to watch you fuck me," she said.

I was happy to fulfill her request, and impressed that she managed to hold me up the whole time. Despite our mutual horniness and the time constraints we were under, we both lasted longer than I expected. I'm pleased to say that I came second.

After we'd finished, I pulled out and knelt between her legs, lightly resting on her tail. We didn't really speak, and exchanged glances instead of words. I massaged her calves and thighs, rewarding her for her stamina. I wasn't really paying attention to my cock, and hadn't noticed how much it was withdrawing until the tip of the condom drooped and touched her tail.

"You should probably..." she began.

"Yeah, I should," I smiled back. I got up and disposed of things quickly. She was in the kitchen cracking open a can of coffee when I came back.

"Want one?" Hayley offered.

"Please."

She opened the fridge and passed a cool can to me. I popped it open and we tapped them together. "Cheers."

While we drank our coffee she wrote out directions for me on how to get back to my friend's place. That wasn't bullshit either. I tucked them into my backpack and set my now-empty can in the sink beside hers. I stood up to find her surveying the jumble of clothing we'd left on the bedroom floor, trying to figure out what she could wear today. I took note of where my stuff was then sat down on the bed.

"What do you want to do?" she asked.

"I want to fuck you again," I told her. This was probably the most brazen I'd ever been when speaking to a new partner about sex. That's the kind of effect she had on me.

She looked at me, then at the clock. "Meeting," she reminded me.

"I know..." I said, letting the possibility hang in the air.

She paused for a few more seconds, then walked over to her squeaky drawer. "Let's be quick, okay?"

I had no problem with that. I had myself half-erect by the time Hayley had the condom open. She knelt in front of me and with a few quick licks I was ready to go. I scooted over to allow her space on the bed, and she laid down where she had during our first time. But, I didn't let her get her legs up this time. If she wanted this quick, it was going to be done my way. I wrapped my arms under hers as I entered her, cupping her shoulders and pulling down as I buried myself in one stroke. She gasped and I started rutting. That's really the only word for what this was. I tried to be as quick as I could, and was spent in less than ten minutes. (That may seem kind of quick for a second go in so short an amount of time, but this was my first sex in nearly a year. I was due.)

I was barely done before she looked at the clock again. "Damn this meeting! I want to stay here and do this all day," she said.

"But we probably can't, right?" I loved how the morning was going, but didn't want her getting in trouble at work. Not with things between us just getting started, at any rate. I knew that for now we were just having fun, but - as is my horrible habit - I was already thinking further ahead than I had any right to.

"I'd really better not," she decided. "Thanks for a wonderful wake-up though."

We both got ready, me putting on last night's clothes and her starting the day fresh. I made sure I had all my junk in my backpack while she loaded her purse with the day's necessities. Once we were set, we headed out to the station. Our destinations were in opposite directions, so we had to say goodbye on the platform. I got a charming peck on the cheek before she bounded into her train, and she promised to do her best to make it to the party that night.

Sadly, she couldn't make it, so that morning's kiss at the station was the last I saw of her during that trip. The party was still fun, and I had a blast hanging out with forum pals and getting to know everybody in person. It's always cool to put faces, and real names, together with online handles.

Two days later I was back in Korea. Even though I was alone in my apartment, I had some wonderful new memories to keep me from feeling lonely. Hayley and I started corresponding more frequently. Now that we knew there was a solid mutual attraction, we started sharing a lot more personal information with each other. I came out to her as bi, since I felt that's something she should know if this were going to develop into anything more than just a fling. She surprised me by doing the same. With that out in the open, and with the range of things we were telling each other about ourselves and our experiences, things felt a bit more serious.

About two months after our first time at her place, I sent her an email on a Thursday, telling her I was feeling impulsive. She was curious and wanted to know in what way. I told her I wanted to see her again, and was willing to fly to Tokyo for the weekend. She was instantly keen on the idea, but asked if I could wait a week. (Bad monthly timing, totally understandable.) I told her of course, and booked a ticket for the following Saturday.

I travelled very light for that trip, only packing one extra set of clothes, my toothbrush and a razor. (Flying with just a carry-on is awesome! You're out of the airport ungodly fast.) Hayley met me at the airport and we were on a train headed towards her place barely 30 minutes after my plane touched down. We made one quick stop at a convenience store for beer and coffee and that was the last time we were outside until I had to leave for the airport on Sunday afternoon.

That weekend ended up being everything that first morning wasn't. We had sex all over her apartment in nearly every way imaginable. She even let me have her ass that weekend, which was a first for me (with a girl, I mean). We agreed she should return the favor, but were lacking the appropriate toys. That situation would be corrected in a future meeting. We didn't have sex the entire time. There were breaks for beer, pizza, cartoons (I had brought a bunch of South Park episodes she'd not seen yet), and coffee in the mornings. Monday morning a very tired tiger made his way back to the airport and got back home just in time for work. My boss didn't even know I'd left the country, but commented I must've had a good weekend, given how much I was smiling.

After that visit, things continued much as they had after the first one, only now we had a lot more to talk about. Two months later I made another trip to Tokyo, this time for one week. Hayley had to work for a good bit of that, but we had our evenings together and I got to do a lot of sightseeing and catching up with other friends there. Oh, there was plenty of sex, for sure, though we'd still not acquired the toys we'd been searching for. This visit was when we started having those "hey, this is getting kind of serious, don't you think?" talks. So much so that I told her that I'd gotten a vasectomy almost a year prior when I'd been back in the US for a few months. This meant that if we were going to be serious, and committed to each other, we wouldn't have to use any other sort of protection, like condoms. She was okay with this, and we agreed check-ups and screenings were in order before we took that step, both to check for any potential health issues and to reconfirm that my operation had been a success.

So things were long-distance for now, but in a few months my contract would be up. I'd decided on moving to Tokyo for sure, and we were looking forward to getting to spend a lot more time together. But there was still one more visit before I took up residence over there. I'd made three trips to Japan that year, two of them specifically to see her, and she wanted to return the favor by coming to visit me before I left Korea. I was cool with that, and wanted to make sure her trip was as memorable as it could be. We got the previously mentioned checkups done and were in the clear on all counts.

We were both eager for her to take my ass during her visit, but she was really nervous about ordering any sorts of toys online for delivery to Japan, and then bringing them with her on an international flight. There were local shops that sold some stuff, but the selection wasn't like you'd find in the US. I told her not to worry and that I'd get things sorted. I was leaving the country in a few months, so what did I care if customs got upset with me. Worst case, I'd get a nasty letter and be out the cost of my purchases. (I thought that was the worst case. I got all my stuff, so I never actually found out what the worst case was.) I ordered a strap-on harness and a nice dildo with an insertable vibe. While I was shopping around, I found a cool set of restraints (complete with wide, nylon cuffs) that was designed to work on beds that didn't have bedposts. Handy! Thankfully everything arrived well before Hayley's visit and it all fit easily in my backpack.

She'd only been able to book a later flight, and had booked a hotel in the city for her first night, to save us traveling all the way out to my place just outside of Seoul. We'd head there the next day for the rest of the weekend. I met her at the airport and we greeted each other happily, with hugs and kisses.

"I kept up my end of the deal and brought an assortment of lubes," she told me after we'd gotten past the "how was your flight" portion of the conversation. "How about you? Are you going to tell me what you got yet? Your email said nothing more than, 'SUCCESS!' and I'm curious about what you got."

"All in good time," I grinned.

She'd eaten on the flight and I'd had something light while waiting for her flight to land, so it was straight back to the hotel. We ordered up a bottle of wine once we were settled in, and had a couple glasses while we relaxed and caught up. After a couple glasses each, Hayley said she wanted a shower, and would I be kind enough to wash her back and scrub her tail. I told her I'd be happy to help, but to start without me.

"I have something I need to set up," I told her.

"'Set up?' Just what the hell did you buy?" The not knowing was killing her.

"Off to the shower with you," I ordered. "You'll find out soon enough."

She didn't like it, but headed into the bathroom just the same. Once the door was shut and I heard the water running, I went into action. The restraints had to be run under the mattress, and had clips on either end. There was an adjustable strap that hooked to each clip on one end, and a cuff on the other. I set up the main straps at the head and foot of the bed, then connected the cuffs and laid them out. There would be no question about what any of that was for. The harness and toy I left in my backpack for now. Pleased with my work, I stripped down and opened the bathroom door.

"What took you so long," Hayley wanted to know.

"You'll see soon enough," I teased, enjoying myself way too much.

"Fine," she groused. "How about that scrubbing I was promised, then?"

"Sure thing!" I reached for the soap and had my hands covered with bubbles in short order. I set to work scrubbing her back from her shoulders to the top of that magnificent tail. Once I got to her tail, I sat down in the shower. I knew firsthand how unkind airplane seats can be to tails, and hers was even thicker than mine. I worked it thoroughly from tail to tip, kneading, pulling, stroking, massaging and scrubbing. She was in heaven.

"Oh fuck, you are so hired!" she told me.

"Hired?" I laughed. "Sweet! I was just about to say I'd do this for free."

I finished up by rinsing her off and working her tail one last time, making sure there was no soap trapped in her fur.

"My turn," she said.

I stood up and faced her, hoping for a kiss.

"Not yet, Mr. Secrets. You turn around and grab that towel rod," she commanded.

"As you wish," I replied.

She gave me much the same treatment I'd given her. I'd only had a bit of a train ride, so I wasn't nearly as tense as her. Even so, her attention felt great. She reached the top of my ass, and I raised my tail, perhaps a bit too quickly.

"You slut!" she laughed, giving my ass a hearty slap.

I couldn't really deny how much I liked what I knew she was about to do. "Guilty," was all I said.

She bypassed my tail and went right to my ass, lathering up both cheeks and giving them a serious massage. She didn't miss a spot from the outside of my hips to the deepest bit of my cleft.

"Oh damn, that feels good," I told her.

"Just want to make sure you're ready for what I'm going to to do you," she said.

"Believe me, I am."

"That's what you say. I'd better check for myself."

With that, she began rinsing me off. The warm water felt great, but it was nothing compared to what she did next. Once all the soap was gone and I was rinsed clean, she knelt behind me. "Keep that tail up," she commanded. I didn't have to be told twice.

I shuddered with the first touch of her tongue. Her narrow muzzle got her right between my cheeks and I could feel her nose pushing against the bottom of my tail. I hadn't thought about how much easier that muzzle of hers would make this for her, but it was like no other rimming I'd ever had. She was able to lick, tease, probe and prod as much as she wanted, and I was loving it, moaning and pushing back against her. I was getting weak in the knees and I didn't know how much more I, or that towel rod I was gripping, could take. She relented before I reached the point of collapse.

Hayley shut off the water and stood up behind me while I caught my breath. "Now," she began, grinding her hips into my ass, "let's see about this surprise of yours."

We got out of the shower and helped each other dry off, then went back into the room. When Hayley saw the rig on the bed, she cooed with delight.

"Oh, darling, are you going to wear those for me?" she asked.

"Of course," I smiled at her. "Do you want to see what you're going to wear for me?"

"Please."

I grabbed my pack and pulled out the harness. It was quite nice, black and purple, and very soft. She smiled as soon as she saw it.

"Very pretty," she said. "I like the black a lot, but why purple?"

"To match the toy of course," I said while taking it out of my bag.

If she'd smiled at the harness, she was grinning like mad once she saw what I had in my hand.

"Oh my! May I hold it?"

I happily passed it to her and watched her fondle the purple silicone shape. "It's called the 'Lupine Echo'," I told her.

"I can see why," she said. The toy had a wolfen head on it, but instead of a smooth shaft to the base, the flare at the back of the head repeated 4 more times, growing less and less pronounced as the "echoes" approached the base. "It's definitely got that feel to it, but there's something missing at the base," she pointed out.

I could feel face warming under my fur. "Yeah, I thought the real deal might have been a bit much for our first time."

"I suppose," she agreed, "but we'll have to look into expanding our toy collection. If I'm going to breed you I want to do it right," she said with a wink.

At that I think I blushed hard enough for her to see it.

"C'mere you. Help me get this thing on."

It was pretty easy to fit the toy into the harness. I slid the mini-vibe into it and fitted everything together. She liked the mild buzz she felt and was soon strutting around the bed. She really got a kick out of how well it moved with her hips.

"It looks good on you," I told her as she admired herself in the mirror on the bathroom door.

"Damn right it does!" she agreed wholeheartedly. "Now let's see how all that looks on you," she said, pointing at the bed.

I laid down, positioning myself as best as I could. She wrapped the soft cuffs around my wrists and fastened them, then did the same with my ankles. I told her how to connect them to the restraints and it wasn't long before I was hooked up at all four points.

"Niiiice," she said, admiring her handiwork. She climbed onto the bed and got over me on her hands and knees. As she leaned down to kiss me, the Echo pressed against my belly and I felt the buzz for myself. While we kissed I reached up to try and hold her face in my hands. I couldn't quite reach, and she saw what I was trying to do.

"Oh no. We can't have that." she quickly figured out how the tighten the straps and my wrists were soon held fast against the mattress. "Better," she said, "but I should finish the job." And with that, she slid off the bottom of the bed and my ankles got the same treatment.

I'd never been bound so thoroughly by any partner before, nor had a woman take my ass in the way she was going to. If this wasn't the most turned on I'd ever been, it was damned close to the top of the list.

"Now, I know you won't get to taste it, but have you got a preference for lube?" she asked?

"Choices?" I inquired.

Hayley grabbed two tubes from her bag. "'Sweet Cherry' and 'Kiwi Strawberry.' I'm thinking this is more of a 'Kiwi Strawberry' occasion, how about you?"

"But you're an Aussie, not a Kiwi," I pointed out.

She lost it in the best possible way, laughing so hard she was almost tearing up. "I can't believe you! Here you are, trussed up like a holiday bird, and you're cracking jokes?"

"What can I say? I trust you," I told her.

"Well then," she started, having regained some of her composure, "I'll do my best to make this good for both of us."

And did she ever.

She took her time getting my ass nicely slicked up. I was easily taking two fingers before she put a single drop of lube on the toy. When both it and I were good and ready, she knelt between my legs and pressed the tip between my cheeks. The way I was tied, I couldn't have blocked even if I'd wanted to, and I surely didn't want to. I felt the Echo's buzz the moment it touched me and moaned.

"Ohhh," she grinned. "Kitty likes."

"Yes," was my only answer.

Slowly, carefully, she slid the buzzing head into me. I don't know if the vibrations made it easier to take, but it went in very easily. I stretched around it, my body only resisting at the widest part of the head. When that popped in I shuddered, then quickly relaxed.

"Everything okay?" Haley asked, knowingly pulling back so the flare tugged against my ring.

I just moaned in response.

"Good," she said.

She took her time, working each of the Echo's flares into my ass. Each one was easier to take than the last. She didn't go for all of them right away, though. Once I'd gotten used to a couple of them, she'd pop one out, then push in for two. Or pop two out and push one back in. My ass adjusted very quickly and she soon realized I was ready for all of it. She drew a couple flares out, asked if I was ready, then pushed in with her full weight before giving me a chance to answer.

I threw my head back and moaned. My arms and legs tightened up, pulling against the restraints. As she leaned down to kiss me again, I felt her nipples brush through the fur on my chest. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and kiss her back the way she was kissing me. I wanted to hold her breasts in my hands and play with them while she fucked me. I wanted-

All those thoughts instantly vanished when she raised up and started working her hips back and forth. She was using maybe half the toy - it was hard to say in the state I was in - drawing it out, thrusting it in. Sometimes a few quick strokes, other times taking it agonizingly slow. She'd rock her hips to the sides while she fucked me, forcing the Echo to wiggle inside me, pressing against spots it would have otherwise missed. I was in heaven. The only thing I wanted now was for this to never end.

It couldn't last forever though. As awesome as Hayley fucking me was, the pleasure was a bit one-sided. I knew she was enjoying it, but not nearly on the same level I was. When I was so blissed out that I couldn't even respond to (or remember later) what she was saying, she pulled out carefully and took off the toy. She didn't set me free right away. Maybe she was worried I'd roll over and go to sleep. (No chance, but why risk it, I suppose.)

She climbed over me again and smiled down at me. "That was awesome," she said. "Thanks for letting me do that."

"Ennytime," I mumbled.

"No, sometimes we have to do it like this," she told me while lowering herself onto my cock.

To be honest, I hadn't even known what state I was in. I was that into what she'd been doing to my ass. Once I was inside her, there was no question how turned on I'd been by her fucking. It had had a serious effect on her as well. She was positively soaking wet, and very, very warm. We both moaned as I slid fully inside her.

I think she wanted to be sure she got just as much pleasure as I did that night, because several times while I was inside her, she stopped riding me and played with her clit. With my arms tied down I couldn't really get a good view. Hayley caught on to this as I strained against my bonds and gave me a taste of what I was missing. Literally.

Her fingers were slick with her own juices and she rubbed them under my nose. The scent was very strong and I tried to lick her taste from her fingers. She pulled her hand back a couple times, teasing me, then allowed me to suckle her fingers. That must have done something for her as well, since she started riding me again. I could feel her fingers brush against my cock when she came down on me, and now she was using both hands. When one was feeding me the other was getting slick again. The physical sensations, mixed with the tastes and smells on her fingers was proving too powerful. But I was completely under her control. There was nothing I could do to speed up or stave off my climax.

Hayley had everything under control.

I don't know how she did it, but she managed to bring both of us off at damn near the exact same moment. I felt her pussy clamp down on me right when the first shot of cum leapt from my cock. She moaned. I groaned. We both shuddered. I had felt great when she'd been fucking me, there was no denying that, but this was something else.

It had been 12 years since I'd cum in anybody without a piece of rubber between us. I'd forgotten what it felt like. My release filling her up, the warm sticky feeling surrounding my cock and mixing with her wetness. It was truly amazing. This is what trust feels like. Knowing you're safe to experience these awesome sensations and that you have nothing to worry about except making each other feel as good as possible.

She rode me until we were both finished, then collapsed on top of me. Even if I'd been untied, I don't know that I'd have had the strength to wrap my arms around her. We were both breathless. I was panting up at the ceiling, Hayley into the fur of my chest as it rose and fell. We lay like that for some time. It wasn't until after my cock softened and slid from her that either of us spoke.

"Please don't think this is a line," she began.

"Yeah?"

"That was, no lie, the best sex I've ever had," she told me..

"Really?" It was amazing, but that good?

"Yes," she confirmed.

"I'm not sure I have a list," I said, "but this would be right up there if I did."

"How do you differentiate?" she wanted to know.

"Whether or not I'm able to move is a good measure," I said.

"And?"

"Hard to give an honest opinion on that right now." I flexed my arms and chest as best as I could, reminding her of the state I was in.

"Aww," she complained. "I like you like this."

"I love it," I told her. "But we do have to check out in the morning."

"Okay, be a spoilsport."

She unclipped the cuffs from the restraints, but didn't take them off my wrists and ankles. I think she liked how they looked against my fur - or what they signified.

Once freed I didn't move right away. I had very little energy left, and was possibly feeling a bit sore. I may have been able to get up right away, but not moving at all seemed like a good idea too.

"Hmmm," Hayley pondered. "Given your lack of movement, I'm going to have to say that I'm at least top 5 material." To prove her point, she lifted one of my hands and released it, letting if flop to the bed. "No. Top 3," she corrected.

"I'm fine with that," I told her with a grin.

I shifted over as best as I could to make some room for her to lay down beside me. We cuddled together for a bit, while our bodies got some of that spent energy back. Cleanups were in order before going to sleep for real, and the straps on the bed weren't that conducive to a good night's rest, so there was a bit to be done before crashing. Hayley got in the shower first, and I got the bed in order. She was nearly finished when I joined her, and gave me a nice scrubbing before getting out. After we were both clean and dry, we looked at the almost-finished bottle of wine, but opted for sleep instead.

The next day we headed out to my place and enjoyed the rest of the weekend together. Of course there was more sex, but nothing like that first night. I'll say it was really nice and leave it at that. I took her to my favorite restaurants, the coffee shop I liked and the local expat bar. It was really cool being able to show her all these bits of my everyday life. Emails and blogs are great, but they're no substitute for reality.

Sunday afternoon came far too quickly and I was getting her on the bus to the airport much sooner than I would have liked. It wasn't all bad, though. I knew I'd be seeing her in less than two months when I arrived in Tokyo to start my life there.

The time in-between her departure and my arrival was once again filled with emails and forum chats. I'd arranged to mail a bunch of stuff to her place that I wouldn't be able to take on the plane and didn't want to leave behind in Korea. Our plan was for me to move in with her, so shipping stuff to her place was perfect. Her apartment was paid for by her company, but everything beyond the rest was up to her. We'd settled on my paying the bills since her job took care of everything else. I was agreeable to that and was relieved that I had a solid foundation for getting things going once I arrived.

To say I was excited would have been a vast understatement. The time I'd spent in Tokyo over the last year, both with her and exploring the city, had made quite an impression on me. I knew that if there was one place I wanted to live, Tokyo was it.

But even before my arrival, things weren't going quite as I'd expected. Hayley's emails didn't carry the same excitement they had just one month ago, and she wasn't talking as much about our plans for after I'd arrived. I knew she was in the middle of a huge project at work, so I didn't think too much of it. When she told me she couldn't meet me at the airport, though, I was kind of surprised. Sure, I could get to her place fine on my own at this point, but I'd thought my coming to Tokyo was kind of a big deal.

My flight landed okay, and I had no hassles with customs or immigration. I entered the country on a 90-day tourist visa, which meant I had three months to land a job and get it switched over to a proper work one. I wasn't too concerned about that. I'd saved a good bit of cash in Korea and had a nice nest egg to start my new life with.

Hayley had left a key in her mailbox and emailed me the combination, so I got settled at her place easily enough. Things were kind of messy, and I didn't want to just start taking over any space that she might be currently using. Living out of my suitcase for a couple days while I settled in was no big deal.

When she got home that night around 11 (not that unusual for office work in Japan during crunch time - or any other time, really) I was happy to see her and went to greet her with a hug. To describe her reaction to my being there as "cold" would be generous.

"I'm really tired," she said. "Sorry I couldn't meet you."

"Don't sweat it," I told her. "You've told me how hard you've been working lately. It's not a big deal. I got in okay and managed dinner just fine."

"That's good. Look, I have to be back in early, so I'm going to go to bed," she said.

"Okay. I'll be in there after I brush my teeth and stuff," I said.

If things had been cold when she arrived, they were positively frozen in bed. Hayley set her alarm and turned off the light with barely a word. I tried to say good night and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but even that just made her roll away from me and remind me she was tired.

Damn, I thought, this is not what I'd expected.

The next several days weren't any different. She was off to work early and home late. While she was out, I checked job sites and fired off resumes to any places that looked promising. I got a few nibbles, but no solid leads in my first week. Hayley was working longer hours since I'd arrived, if that was even possible. That weekend, I asked her if we could sit down and talk.

"Hayley, if there's something going on, please tell me," I said. "This isn't quite how I'd expected things to start off here."

"You know I have to work a lot right now," she told me. "I don't have time for cartoons, sex and pizza every night."

"Whoa... I'm not asking for that," I said. "I get that you're busy, I do. But when you're here you barely even speak to me, and you didn't exactly welcome me into what I'd thought was going to be 'our' home once I got here. It's been nearly a week and I'm still living out of my suitcase."

"My place is small. You knew that from having been here before. I don't really have space for another person to live here."

WHAT?!? "Then why set up the plan of sharing expenses and all that?" I asked.

"I was hoping I could get a bigger place, but things are tight at work right now and they can't swing it," she explained.

"Okay, but you could have told me that before I arrived."

"Sorry, I was busy. Maybe you can find your own place or something."

"Hayley, I'm on a tourist visa," I reminded her. "It's good for 90 days and that's it. I can't sign a lease or anything like that."

"How about a share house?" she suggested.

"I don't even know what that is," I told her. "Wouldn't I need a job even for something like that?"

"Probably. You should look into it," was all she said. "I can't stick around today. There's too much going on at work and I have to go in."

"It's Saturday..."

"Yeah, but I have to do it. I should be home by the last train."

And with that, she picked up her stuff and left for the office.

I was feeling very lost right then. I didn't know what to do or where to turn. I had no job, my money was going to run out eventually, and my girlfriend, who not even two months ago was totally into me - both as a person and sexually - would barely speak to me, never mind let me see her naked. Even when I saw her at night, she was wearing full-on tops and bottoms pajamas, which sent all kinds of signals since she'd always slept in her fur before.

I tried calling a few friends, but most of them were busy with family or other plans. Finally I found somebody who was free, a forum friend named Gary. He was another American expat, and had been in Japan for nearly 10 years. I hopped a train out to his station and we met for drinks at a bar. He asked how things were going and I told him about hunting for work and the whole Hayley situation. He agreed that it was rough, and suggested putting a lot of energy into looking for work, then getting my own place. Maybe once I was out of her apartment, Hayley would get back to her old self. Maybe he was right.

He and I talked and drank for a long time that evening, and I'd gone and gotten myself royally drunk. I'm talking "holy shit how am I going to get home from this neighborhood I've never been to before" kind of drunk. I managed to get on the train, and I think it was going the right direction, but I couldn't be sure.

And then I blacked out.

I was woken up by a station attendant who spoke no English. The train was parked and the doors were open. It took me a minute to come around and get myself upright. Far longer than a train should wait at any station. Was this the last stop? Where was I? Damn, look at that puddle on the floor of the train! Oh no, was that MY puke?!?

The train guy tapped me on the shoulder again and even that little nudge had me feeling queasy. I figured I should get off that train lest I get sick again. I staggered off the train, through the gates and out of the station. There was a bus stop, but no buses. A taxi stand with one taxi. I could take that home. Shit. Where's home. I pulled out my wallet and found the piece of paper with Hayley's address on it. Hopefully I could explain to a cab driver where it was. I checked my wallet again and saw I had one 5,000 yen (about $50) bill left. I hope that's enough.

Once my stomach had calmed to the point where I thought I could manage a car ride I approached the cab. I showed him Hayley's address and read it the best I could. He seemed to understand and opened the door for me. I had no idea where I even was, so I didn't know if he was going directly there or taking a long route to rip me off. All I knew was how much money I had, so I kept an eye on the meter. When it passed 4,000 yen I got nervous. At 4,500 I got worried. At 4,800 I panicked. I was looking around everywhere for something I might recognize.

4,900! Oh, thank fuck! I knew that Mini Stop and the liquor store next to it!

I got the cab driver to stop and got out there, leaving myself with 100 yen in my pockets after I'd paid the fare. I was two blocks from Hayley's place, but I'd made it close enough. I let myself in as quietly as I could, since I didn't want to wake her. I needn't have worried as the place was empty.

I didn't even care. I stripped off my clothes, collapsed into her bed and didn't move again until around noon the next day.

Hayley came home a few hours after I'd gotten up. I'd managed to get myself cleaned up and feeling vaguely normal again, aside from the splitting headache. I didn't care that she wasn't feeling chatty as it hurt too much to listen, talk, or even think. She said she'd missed the last train and crashed at one of her coworkers' apartments after they'd had a few post-work drinks. I said it was fine and went back to drinking as much water as I could stand and responding to job ads.

We had dinner together that evening, the first real meal we'd shared since my arrival in Japan. It wasn't anything fancy, just a chain family restaurant near her place. I'd told her a little about my drinking the night before - leaving out the train and taxi troubles - and had requested simple food as I didn't think my stomach could handle anything too spicy. So, Jonathan's it was.

She and I actually had a real conversation over dinner, which helped to raise my spirits. I told her I was worried about things between us, and she shared similar concerns. She admitted she had been a bit cold since I'd been here, and chalked it up to stress. My being there, combined with pressures at work, had left her drained, she said. I mentioned the lack of intimacy was troubling me as well, and she apologized for that, saying that stress had pretty much killed her libido. She swore she wasn't just holding out on me to put me off, and that when her sex drive kicked in again, I'd be the first to know.

Now that we'd cleared the air between us, I was feeling really good about things for the first time since my plane had touched down. We both knew where each other were at in terms of "us," and we even managed to share a few laughs during the rest of the meal. That night I even got a kiss on the cheek as we got into bed together. That may seem like nothing, compared to what we'd gotten up to in the past, but it meant the world to me.

The next week I finally landed an interview. I was excited about it, and did my best. My best, it turned out wasn't nearly good enough. There was another candidate there applying at the same time, and he blew me away. I felt a bit down about it, but didn't let it get to me. I sent off another stack of resumes and applications as soon as I got home. I knew what I had to to, and I was going to do it!

Three days later, I got contacted by another school. They wanted to know if I could come for an interview and trial day on Wednesday. I'd have to show up at 9, and stay there until about 3. I'd essentially work a full day (and be paid for it, hired or not) and the interview proper would happen at the end that time. I'd never done anything like that before, but it seemed reasonable for a job where I'd be working with kids all day. Important to know how one gets on with them, for sure.

The interview day fell on the two-week anniversary of my arrival, and went really well. The facility was nice, the kids were cute and ridiculously bouncy, and I got on well with the owners, staff and other teachers. I was offered a job at the end of the day. "Can you start tomorrow?" they wanted to know. "YES!" They asked what my present living situation was, and I told them that while I was staying with a friend at the moment, I was going to be looking for a place. As it turned out, they had an apartment about five blocks from the school that wasn't being used, and would I like to look at it? "Double YES!!" The place was nice, and perfect for one fur with not a lot of stuff. It was small and the rent was cheap, so it wouldn't put much of a dent in my monthly income.

I was soaring the whole train ride home. I sent a barrage of texts Hayley's way, sharing the double good news with her. She was excited for me and asked what my plans were. I told her I was going to stay at her place that night, and probably commute from there for Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I'd be off Sunday and Monday, and could manage moving all my stuff via train on Sunday, using my suitcase and big backpack. She was cool with that, and the plan was set.

The next three days passed pretty quickly. I'd load up in the morning, drop stuff at my new place, then go to work. After work I'd take my empty suitcase and backpack back to Hayley's place. When I got to her apartment on Saturday afternoon, she was still at work, so I figured "why not?" and took another load back to my new home. By the time I got there, I was feeling pretty beat. I had stocked some basic food at my place, and figured it'd do for the night. I sent Hayley a text and told her I'd crash at my apartment tonight, and see her sometime on Sunday. She told me to sleep well, and I did.

Sunday morning started off great. I figured I had maybe three more loads of stuff to lug over to my new home, and hoped to be done by mid-afternoon. I made a quick breakfast, threw on some clothes, grabbed my headphone and rolled my empty suitcase out the door. The whole train ride to Hayley's place I was thinking about what I wanted to get for my apartment. I had a fridge, microwave and a TV, but what else did I need? I thought up all sorts of stuff I might want, and it made the ride pass quickly. I got to her apartment and let myself in with my key.

I barely had the door open before I knew something was up. I went to wipe my paws on the mat and stepped on a large shoe. It was the wrong shape to be one of hers, and it certainly wasn't mine. Then I heard her voice.

"Wait!" she practically shouted.

I looked up to see her springing down the hall towards the front door. She was naked and pulling her bathrobe on to cover herself. It was the most I'd seen of her body since I'd been in Tokyo. She had it closed and tied by the time she reached me.

"Please don't come in!" she begged, holding her hands up, palms towards me.

I looked down at the shoes again, and heard someone stirring in the bedroom as I did.

"Is...? did you...?" I couldn't even finish a sentence, that's how shocked I was.

"Please," she begged again.

I wasn't sure what to do or say, and just stared at her.

Hayley spoke first. "You should have called before you came over."

What? The! FUCK?!?

I was no longer shocked. Now I was pissed. That's all she has to say for herself? I've clearly just walked in on her fucking some other guy - while purposely NOT fucking me, and that's her reaction?

"Give me my stuff," I practically growled.

Her cavalier attitude quickly vanished. "Okay. What do you want?"

"Get my laptop, cables, and those two stacks of laundry by the TV," I told her. Those were the only things I could see from where I was standing.

She brought me everything I asked for and I dumped it in my backpack and suitcase. "I'll be back for the next load in an hour-and-a-half," I said. "You both need to be gone when I get here."

She didn't say anything in response and just nodded. I turned and left without a word. I'd never been so angry, or so hurt in my life. The ride back to my place took forever. I was fuming, seething, raging, ready to explode. The first night! The first night I'm not at her place and she brings some guy home? What the hell was that?

It was closer to two hours before I returned to her place. Thankfully neither Hayley nor her "friend" were there. I loaded up another load and took stock of what all I had left to move. I could do it all in one more trip. I sent Hayley a text before I left, telling her we needed to talk, and that I'd be at her place again in a few hours. She said she'd be there.

Back to my place, unload, and back to hers again. When I arrived, she wasn't there yet, but I didn't care. It meant I could pack the last of my stuff without her watching me. I took her key off my keyring, dropped it on her kitchen table and sat on the couch to wait. She showed up about 20 minutes later.

I didn't get up, and she wisely chose not to sit with me, settling into a chair instead.

"I can explain," she started.

"No, you can't," I told her. "I have never been anything but honest with you, and I've never hidden anything from you. If you didn't want me here, you should've just said so."

"It's just-"

"I'm not done!" This time, I was growling. "All you had to do was tell me to leave, and I'd have been gone. There was no reason to do what you did."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"I don't care," I told her. "What was all that crap about me being 'such a wonderful guy,' and 'the best sex you've ever had'?"

"It's true!" she swore.

"Then what the hell was that guy?"

"It's...simple," she said. "Things with you are more complicated."

"What about me being 'the first to know' when your sex drive came back?" I asked her. "Clearly that was a lie. Hell, was I even the second to know? Or maybe the third?"

"That's not fair!"

"No? Why not?"

She didn't have an answer.

"I'm such a dumbass," I said. "Shit, I even had unsafe sex with you. Do I need to worry about that?"

"No," she said. "I wasn't with anybody but you after I got tested."

"Oh?" It was more an accusation than a question.

"I don't mean last night. I mean between then and my trip to see you."

"I hope you're not lying, but I have absolutely no reason to trust you," I told her as I got up from the couch. I shrugged my backpack on and headed for the door where my suitcase was already waiting.

"Can you just-" she started to say.

"No. Your key's on the table," I said. "I don't think you even realize just how badly you've hurt me. Even so, I hope you never have to feel the way I do now. I wouldn't wish this on anyone."

She just looked at me. Maybe she finally realized there was nothing could say. I had no idea what was going on in her head, and I didn't really care.

I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and spoke my final words to her. "I never want to see you or speak to you again." With that, I left.

I got the last of my things back to my place, but didn't bother unpacking. I didn't have any energy left for anything that involved. As I slumped down on the floor next to my bed I realized I didn't have any energy at all.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and dropped my head between them. I hugged my legs and curled my tail around them the best I could. Then, when I couldn't possibly make myself any smaller, I began to sob.

What the hell was I going to do? I was in a new country and I'd just had my entire world upended. All my friends here were people Hayley knew, and she'd known them longer than I had, so I was essentially alone. Yeah, I had a job and a place to live, but how could I go to work and be happy for a bunch of little kids in this state?

I won't lie, that night was rough. Monday wasn't much better. Having a whole day to myself after that happened was probably worse than if I'd had to go to work. I wasn't sure where to turn, but I needed some sort of contact. I worked out the time difference to the east coast of the US in my head, and hoped my dad would still be up. I knew there was no way I'd keep it together for a phone call, so I emailed instead, explaining the situation.

I got a reply about 30 minutes later, and was never so happy to hear that "new mail" notice than I was right then. He offered his sympathies and asked if there was anything he or my stepmom could do to help. Being nearly 7,000 miles away, options were limited, but the offer was very welcome. He encouraged me to work through it as best as I could, and to seek out new friends so I wouldn't have to go through this alone. He also gave me one of the best pieces of advice ever.

"There's nothing like the company of a good woman to make you forget a bad one."

I knew he was speaking from personal experience and that was referring to my stepmother (who is indeed awesome). Even now, nearly ten years later, those words stick with me. Fortunately I've not had to put them into practice again, but they were most welcome back then.

I dusted myself off, metaphorically speaking, licked my wounds as best as I could, and got on with things. The first couple months were hard. I didn't want to be sociable. I didn't want to be nice or kind or friendly or get to know somebody who might just screw me over like Hayley had. Maybe you're thinking I was just being a wuss, and maybe I was. But this was the first time - in my entire life - somebody had cheated on me, and it really fucking hurt.

But I got through it in the end, even quicker than I'd expected. I found new friends, new lovers and had some great times. The story prior to this one, "Best of Both Worlds"? It took place not even five months after I walked on Hayley with that dude. I felt like I could turn things around well enough to go from such an absolute low to an unbelievable high in that short a period of time, I could do anything.

There's nothing special about me. Anybody could go through what I did. Hell, some of you reading this probably have. Don't let somebody else decide your happiness. Take charge and do it yourself. And if you find yourself with a bad partner, get out and find yourself a good one. My dad was sure as hell right about that.