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-So, another month, another Fur? - asked the ram as he undressed and laid on the bed. He didn't make a show of undressing, but did make one out of displaying his body as its most sensitive parts slowly filled with blood and peeked out of their protective sleeve. There was something unusual about him, something that did not catch Jonathan's eye right away': then he realized the ram's horns had been cut, and it had been done recently.

-So, you cut your horns?. The anthropomorphic figure in the bed laughed: - Oh, that. People can't find a ram to do it on camera and here I come to the rescue; of course, all the screaming and begging is fake; it's painless even with a chainsaw. But it will make for a classic of a movie...of the adult kind. Jonathan laughed carefully at that, becoming for a second self-conscious as he stood naked bore the anthropomorphic ram. Tovvik did not look away to save him the embracement, but instead, insisted: - Spin around. I want to see you from all angles. Jonathan paused, unsure, for a second, then remembered what it is that was here for, that he had paid to receive it and shrugged off the anxiety. He spun around his center of weight with a movement half-graceful, half-clumsy. -Bend over...slowly - requested the ram leaning forward, and Jonathan felt a thick, probing finger press as if assessing the tightness of his opening. Then two fur-covered hands grabbed his bottom and squeezed, pressed, and pulled.

-This end... is pleasant to the touch - remarked the ram - You're like a shaven bull, my friend. You know the kink?

Jonathan knew the kink and possessed a certain enjoyment of it, but hesitated. It was something that never looked well, when Furs shaved for a "different feel", and you admitted that was one of your things. Plus, for a human, it looked self-serving - most of his friends would get the wrong idea, as if he did not appreciate their kind as natural as possible. Which he certainly did. Though if the anthropomorphic figure in front of him was furless, it would hardly have subtracted from the excitement.

-So you know the kink - said the ram with satisfaction - Nothing shameful. I've done it, quite a few times actually. It gives some extra feeling to be truly naked next to someone, and it pays well. But it's cold to shave your fur - he admitted, faking a shiver. - Can any fur grow on you? Like hair, I mean..i suppose fur is hair in a way...-he considered - You seem to have some here and there...-he trailed off, touching the spots, holding and examining the human as if he was a judge on a dog show. -My hair can grow longer - replied Jonathan - Much longer, in fact...but that's about it. The rest has...well, finite in length.

-finite in length! - laughed the ram, and nearly fell of the bed - oh, this is the best I've heard in bed in years! Ha-ha! The ram tried to stop laughing, but failed, all the while still holding Jason's private parts, which became painful as the ram's hand shook.

-Erm...the ...privates. My privates.. - ached Jonathan

Tovvik stopped, then in a second he was laughing again - Privates!...he giggled, not letting go of the body parts in question. - Like. Private!, come here Solute your general ...I'm sorry. - he regained composure and cleared his throat - Really unprofessional of me. But you got me in a good mood; this will be a good roll in the hey, for both me and you. Too bad you don't want it recorded. Human on Fur sells beautifully. But tell me - is it really like a zodiac thing?

-Is..is what like a zodiac thing? - stuttured Jonathan unsure, suddenly aware of the slight chill in the air and of his own complete nudity.

-I hear from Selena that you ask for a different species every month. So we have an ongoing bet, as to why, and my theory is that it's some sort of zodiac from your home world...like, you know, tiger, eagle, otter - something with symbolic meaning.

-Uhhm...nooo- said Jonathan, suddenly wishing he could just cover himself and walk away, red hot waves flushing down his body and then up his face. -it's more a matter of ...of what I can take. You know...size-wise.

-Ooooh - nodded the ram and placed a thick wooly finger under his chin : - I keep forgetting that most folk can't just take whatever they want. Furs too, not just the occasional rare human. See, it was a long, long time ago for me when I started stretching and I've forgotten...all limitation.. But - he changed his tone to a serious one - You're right to think of it in this way, because it's really easy to get hurt. I totally respect someone who can restrain themselves...I personally can't. If it's one my mind, it's one my tongue. Usually quite literally.

-I sort of figured that out - said Jason, trying to sit on the bed but the ram gestured him back up: - I haven't look at your front. I'm curious - he said, and demonstrated the curiosity by simply placing his white, furred hands with their thick calcified fingers on Jonathan's private parts. It was much different from paw-pads, but in a good way. The hands squeezed and seemed to perform some professional assessment that looked like a well-practiced magic trick.

-There's no bone inside - muttered the ram - It's also probably knotless...I'm not criticizing, give me a moment. You'll see I'll get it right. And the skin can't come down all the way...or can it....Interesting. Wait, this is something I haven't seen! What are the white dots? - he pointed to the white dots on the head he had grabbed between two v very tight fingers.

-They're...like sweat glands. Producing lubrication...not all people have them. They're also rather easy to injure.

-Oops- said the ram apologetically and let the pressure from his fingers diminish - Sorry. Don't get me wrong, I know you're clean, we've got the best docs in the world, I'm not checking you for disease, I just really love variation, and you're mighty different. I've never held anything like this - he remarked, almost scientific in his examination - No sheath.. No lubricating glands other than these small white spots...without offense in his voice, he noted: - Your species must mate quickly, like felines. That's the only way I could figure it out. Otherwise you'd have friction wounds after each time. Or maybe they heal? - he asked, innocent blue eyes with playful flames in them gazing at Jonathan's face.

-Well...it depends. I think...it's about twenty minutes for most people. I've ...gotten friction wounds from ...taking care of my own needs and they...rarely cause trouble.

-And It's too much pleasure to care anyway - nodded the ram, before taking Jonathan's hand and placing it on his own parts.

-I'm boneless there too - he admitted - Which I suppose is just as well, or I'd have broken that bone like a chicken leg before i was even in my teens. He smirked: - But the thing lubricates itself. Never runs dry. Unless I'm really dehydrated. They say, scientists I mean, that testicular size indicates how monogamous a species it - I mean , the bigger the size, the less the monogamy.... your species must be fateful...That's sweet. Now mine... He pointed at the evidence, saying: - Well, mine is poly-dash-everything you can think of. I know, I know, I sound like the planet's dong expert. Jonathan, who had felt embraced, then somewhat offended, now laughed and shook his head: - Mira told me you'd be too much for me.

-She did?!? - he looked fascinated, blue eyes opened wide - Wow. She's the one who got me in the business. She should know. But don't worry, you'll be just fine. I can be gentle too. Here, touch me - he placed the humans hands on his thick, cylindrical mass of warm flesh; the veins were so dilated they looked like iced rivers under the paper-thin reddish skin. The pink was quickly turning into red and the pulsing was getting more powerful, moving the whole length. A thin, shiny layer covered the surface, sparkling and emitting a truly powerful scent. Suddenly, as Jonathan was touching the flesh, it begun to retreat underneath his touch, growing noticeably softer.

-This way you'll have more time to enjoy yourself as it fills with blood. It will also help to get it in you and not injure you. If it's more than you can take, that is - the ram had diplomatically omitted the fact that he was twice the length and more than twice the circumference of the human. And he was sure the human could not yet stretch to accommodate much more than his own length, considering how tight his opening was, and how little it gave under pressure. Plus, Jonathan had so far been sticking to lions and otters and the occasional tiger; Still, the tiger meant the human had it in him to take unusual textures and shapes, which meant that maybe they could get half of Tovvik's pride in. That would be more than enough for some serious enjoyment.

-How...how did you do that? - asked Jonathan, as he watched the previously rock-hard, burning flesh retreat with a trickle of shiny ooze.

-Oh, it's a neat trick. I think I can teach you but it takes... being jaded from the act to be able to do that. If you can't at least imagine yourself removed from the act, you can't cool down. It's useful for faking impotence without taking pills, on a more practical side.

-Its...there a thing where it's.. a thing? to kafe? Impotence?-asked Jason disbelieving, feeling his own hardness decrease from the unease. -Everything you can imagine is someone's kink - said the ram pragmatically. He rubbed his digitigrade legs and pointed: - I had a lady tigress rub my legs for an hour - just that and nothing more. I've had a guy who paid extra to do it on a tree! like we had to climb a tree and then get belts and everything, like mountain climbers, so we don't fall!. Group stuff goes without saying. I've tried to do everything at least two dozen times, and it's all enjoyable if you just keep going. In time you'll look back and the memory will be something special. Once I went shaven for a season to experience what it was like, so I know the "shaven bull" thing. But back to your question, yes and no - yes, impotence, or faking it at appropriate times is a rare thing few can do and I'm very sought after for it. I can "fall" on command", like they say in the movie business. And no, it's not just for that - it saves your staying power, and also pleases extremely dominant partners, who have to put ice on it otherwise to get their idea of submission out of you. Plus, if you master this technique you're less likely to hurt the partners you penetrate- while you're keeping yourself soft you can feel how much you can stretch them safely. If you're hard, you just rip and tear and can't feel it; plus, when you're soft, you can put it past all sorts of curves and obstacles, and end up very deep even in an unexperienced partner.

-Umm..enlightning. - exhaled Jonathan - That's...impressive a skill. Impressive. He felt the dormant flesh come alive in his hands again, as if on command. With so much control, Jonathan thought, who knew what this snow white ram could do to him. One part of him wanted to find out, while a smaller, less vocal part wanted this done and to leave without being too sore the morning after. He had not admitted it, but though gentle, the Furs had been with for the past five months had still given him soreness that he had never had from playing with his ever growing collection of toys. Still, it was very intense every time, and it was affordable. He had made his mind about that. Jonathan went back to his clothes, got a large plug and a one-douse lubricant appropriately named "Horse" to use on himself.

-Oh, now, come on, make a show of it! Let me see! - urged him the ram, and before Jonathan could object, he found himself gently bent over the ram's knees, pressed firmly against the digitigrade legs, and the plug was now in more experienced hands. It was far less gentle a movement than when Jonathan used the toy, and it felt like he was going to be sore after all, but he tried not to show it. -Ha, "Horse". It's good lube with no painkillers, unlike the rest of the bunch. You're smart - noted he ram as he placed a condom on his flesh, which he still kept soft. How he did that was beyond Jonathan, but it was a fact. Jonathan had hoped he would be using his other orifice on the impressive endowment, but before he could voice something, he felt his body being moved gently, but unexpectedly with more strength than he thought the ram had. Jonathan found himself pressed on the freshly sanitized bed sheets and before he could say something, he felt a bigger chunk of flesh than the plug could have been press against his opening, twist slowly left and right, which was painful. The invading flesh felt huge, but very soft, and the tightness of his opening compressed it, as if pausing for a moment, spasming, and then it gave in. The ram's flesh slowly sunk inside Jonathan's body, which signalled it wasn't quite ready; and the lubricant suddenly felt whoefully insufficient in quantity. Before he could voice something more than a moan, Jonathan felt another inch slide in; then another.

-Tell me when you feel a dull pain; it will come. It means I've hit the curve; it's very important you don't stay silent , or I'll pull out with pinkish streaks of blood, and you'll freak out; -said the ram gently, but continued to push further in. The amorphous, warm mass got warmer and warmed until it burned against Jonathan's insides. And it was only getting hotter.

-Now here's what we're going to do - whispered the ram in his right ear- You seem the be okay with me taking the initiative and I have a little more experience at this than you. Don't laugh; we'll do it in an odd way; I'll put it in, and then I won't push it in and out of you; trust me, if I do, you'll get sore. I'll jerk off the part that isn't in, until I finish in you. As it gets hard it will stretch you good, but so long as we don't move it around, you'll be unhurt. I know it sounds less-than-exiting but just the pressure will get you off. I think I reached the end of your "inner road" here...can you feel a tugging feeling? -Jonathan nodded, and grimaced in pain. -Good- answered the ram thoughtfully - You're a bit deeper than I thought. That's either anatomic, or you've been stretching the right way. Put your hand here, you'll be surprised. I want to see the look on your face - the ram directed Jonathan's hand to the left lower part of his smooth belly which contrasted so much with the white fur of the ram pressed firmly behind him. When Jonathan relaxed his fingers, and buried them a bit into his own flesh, he could beef something hard there. The ram moved a little backward and the hardness retreated with his movement; Jonathan stared, wide-eyed,as it moved further back, where he could not feel it anymore.The head was bigger and thicker than he thought; he realized it had become fully hard inside him and froze in fear of how much that was going to hurt. it didn't.

-Cool feeling, isn't it? A bit shocking too. We'll stay under this point because regardless of species, this is where a large turn to the right screws up everything. There are further obstacles that are species-specific , like a second muscular ring, even a third. We'll stay clear away from that. I suggest you start seeing to your needs and I'll start seeing to mine; don't push back and don't ask me to put it any deeper.

Jonathan hesitated before nodding, remembering the feeling of the hardness he had felt through his skin. Just the thought gave him all the hardness in the world. Could something this big really be inside him with no pain? With no consequences?He suspected that at the very least he would get a major bowel movement afterwards and be sore in the morning; if there was any injury, they had doctors here that specialized in just such things. He silently sighed and decided to trust the ministrations of the much more experienced Fur, relaxing and watching out for any pain. It was anticlimactic, as he could feel the warmth inside him, he even felt that it could go deeper, further, it could become thicker, it could move back and forward, but it did none of these things.

-No pain yet? - asked the ram, and Jonathan nodded. Before he could ask a question, the ram noted: - I'll gently pull it out now. I'll make it relax first, but tell me if you feel like it's "tugging" on anything. Slowly, inch by inch, in what was an experience Jonathan had neither imagined nor watched before, the ram pulled the warmth out of his body, twisting here and there, and suddenly there was a great relief inside Jonathan, almost instinctive. Tovvik inspected carefully the shiny surface of the condom that covered his penis, and declared with a triumphant tone: -Absolutely clean. No blood or anything. Look at it, buddy. I'm freaking amazing. Depsite the mixed feelings that Jonathan got when invited to look at something that had just been in his rear end, he turned, and watched curiously. It was fully hard and pumping now, and the ram noted: - I got it all the way to this ring while in you. Pretty impressive you didn't even protest; I think someone is going to be deep one day. Now strike me off; fast and furious, please.

Jonathan, slightly trembling, pressing at his now aching sphincter grabbed the hard, burning flesh of the ram and gave it his best; he expected that this was still foreplay, so he was surprised when he saw the thick rod climax. His partner was completely silent, and made no move to indicate he had felt something. Only a blissful expression covered his face as he said: - I know, I know. You expected I'd put it back in again. But trust me, you'd have been hurt. I stretched you to your limit, and then some, and I think, if you break pattern and choose to have me again in a month, I'll be able to do more. Provided you start some more serious stretching, of course. Make sure you're careful, though; I don't want to come visit you in a hospital. It's less fun than it sounds. Now I'll leave you to see to your needs. Without a word more, the ram dressed cheerfully and left, leaving Jonathan with a confused look on his face, a hardness ready to explode in his nether regions and a soreness inside him. "Son of a bitch" - thought Jonathan, then exhaled sharply, rubbed his face, and proceeded to rub what needed rubbing most. Damn if he had expected that. On the other hand...it was something he would remember.