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Disclaimer: If you are looking to learn such noble pursuits as riding a unicycle while listening to modern indie rock played on a vintage phonograph, then you might want to look for a better mentor than this story. This being said, if you want front row seats to a surreal tale of a lusty evening rife with inexplicable revelry, then this bit of prose might just be right up your alley. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be unlawful for you to do so.)

Fucking Hipsters

Sitting by the stained table near the windows with a look of exasperation on his face, Tim absentmindedly tugged at his handlebar mustache as he watched his cadre of friends depart the bar. Why they wanted to leave a place like this he'd never know. The Lenton Overpass Inn was the perfect unknown location, and even though the heater wasn't working currently, simply giving up and leaving for one of the city's more popular bars just seemed like such a consumer action. He tightened his hand knit scarf around his neck, tight denim-clad legs stretching out under the table as he took a sip of his cheap and yet relatively obscure beer of choice. Sometimes the better decisions in life were to stand alone when all of the world seemed to be drawn towards the glittering lights of populist attraction.

"Not leaving with your friends?" The light and yet relatively low voice interrupted his thoughts.

Deliberately keeping his eyes fixed out the window so as to seem contemplative, Tim replied: "Not tonight. I'm afraid they have very poor taste."

"And friends it looks like," the somewhat breathy voice shot back with a horse chuckle. "But, it looks like you're the last one here other than the bar-keep, so make with the small talk already, there's no use in just sitting around and looking all pensive-like alone."

"Look, I'd rather just sit and think. I've never really been the one to make . . . small . . . talk . . ." His voice trailed off as he turned around. He blinked a few times, brows furrowing as he looked across the table at the woman he was conversing with. Her brushy gray and black body resembled nothing so much as a raccoon . . . but a large humanish raccoon wearing a tight midriff revealing black tee-shirt with the Planter's peanut man on it. Her angular face had a black "mask" of fur on it, and her thin pointed ears both had a few bronze and silver rings set in along the bases.

"I can see that. What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" She leaned in, putting her furry gray chin over her folded hands as she smiled, revealing pointed teeth as her breasts pressed taut against her tight black shirt. He could also see her fluffy ringed tail swishing about behind her through the simple wooden back of the chair. "Or are you just working your way up to full sentences?" She smirked at him and shook her head. It wasn't that she seemed to be particularly malicious, just . . . rather more forwards than Tim was used to.

"I just . . ." Tim looked down at his beer quizzically before continuing. "Look, what exactly are you?" His tongue licked up at the underside of his mustache nervously.

"Really? You've never seen a raccoon before?" She opened up her dark leathery padded fingers and put her palms up in disbelief. "Maybe you should get out a little more. I mean, we're all over the place."

"Yeah sure but . . ." Tim faltered, sighing.

"But?" She raised an eyebrow as if daring him to continue.

"But, just never in a bar . . ." He finished lamely.

"Hah, well no wonder. Your choice of bar really sucks." She gestured around them with mock grandeur. "This is like the third time I've been here; the place is a dump." She knocked on the table which creaked and wobbled slightly as if to make her point.

"Then why bother coming back?" Tim's surprise at finding a talking raccoon in a bar was suddenly buried in his righteous desire to defend his choice of decidedly unpopular establishments. "This place is great, I mean, at least it's better than any of those yuppie joints in the city. It has ambiance, and barely anyone knows about it . . ."

"And it smells weird, and the only things on tap are three identical watery piss-like substances." She finished his sentence for him, rolling her eyes. "I think plenty of people know about this place, but they just have the good sense not to come back."

"You know, you didn't answer my question," Tim huffed. "I don't see why people like _you_would bother coming here. And the beer is good! You're probably just used to that pandering craft-brew nonsense that they make you pay extra for. This stuff is just as good." If he had had any feathers, they would have been visibly ruffled at this point.

"Ah, but you miss a very obvious point young grasshopper." She grinned as she raised up a hand. "This is the perfect place to come and meet people like you." Her paw reached over the table and tapped his nose lightly as his eyes crossed, looking down in a cross of apathy and and confusion.

"And what in the world would someone so cultured as yourself want to do with me?" Tim took the final sip of beer from his glass, set down the empty pint, and crossed his arms over his flannel clad chest.

"Why, to have a little fun of course. I just can't help but bring enlightenment to those too high and mighty to actually live a little." She looked down her muzzle at him.

"Look, I think you're barking up the wrong tree. I'm perfectly happy here . . . uhh . . ."

"Tamra."

"Tamra. You can just leave and go hit up all of the _enlightened_places in the city by yourself." He leaned back in his chair with a huff.

"Oh come on. I haven't even made my proposal yet." She said with a light hearty chuckle.

"Proposal?" Tim raised an eyebrow.

"How's this: I go order two sets of everything they have on tap." She mimed the pints lined up on the table. "You get to guess which beer is which at your own expert discretion."

"But why would I . . ." Tim interjected.

"Because," Tamra proceeded. "If you guess right, you get free beer, and I'll leave you alone."

"And if I don't?"

"Then you get free beer, and have to hang out with me for the night." Her face lit up, fangs showing at the corners of her mouth. "It's a win-win situation . . . or at the very least a beer-beer one. Oh, and one last thing." She tapped the side of her muzzle with a fingertip. "What's your name anyways?"

"Tim. It's Tim." He shook his head and sighed. It wasn't like he actually had all that much money to spare, so the offer of three free pints was hard to pass up. And there was still the curiosity of talking to a raccoon, even if she was a somewhat bossy raccoon with terrible taste. "Deal," he found himself saying. "This'll be a cinch." He could certainly tell the difference between PBR, Jefferson, and Tate; god knows he spent enough time drinking them.

Turning around in his chair, he watched the strange feminine animal apparition walk up to the bar. It was hard not to notice the way her tail swayed behind her, leading his eyes up to her rounded ass, evident even under her relatively baggy canvas cargo pants. She didn't seem to have trouble chatting up the barkeep, making the older man laugh as she pointed back towards Tim with a sardonic wink. The taps were all behind the bar, so he couldn't make out exactly what was happening, but before long, the tender raised up a large circular cork based tray with six glistening amber pints on it, setting something under the glasses before Tamra picked it up with a smile, paying with a twenty and leaving the change.

As she walked back, Tim shook his head slowly, watching her feet, leathery pads splaying out slightly as they absorbed her weight with every step. Maybe the no shoes policy at most bars didn't extend to raccoons . . . Would that be racist?

His thoughts were interrupted as Tamra set the tray down with a clunk, rocking the table slightly.

"Alright, champ. These three are yours, and these three are mine." She set three coasters face down on the table in front of him, carelessly grasped his pints, and plunked them down brusquely, splashing a little dribble of beer onto the table, soaking into the thick white tag-board of the coasters. "If you can tell them apart, you'll win the graaaaaand prize." She twirled her fingers around in mocking support.

"And your three?" Tim asked, already quizzically inspecting the three bubbling glasses of beer.

"Oh, I'm just here for moral support," Tamra grinned back at him, raising her furry brows as she lifted one of her three glasses and took a heavy sip that quickly turned into half of the pint before she clunked her brew back down on the table.

"And how will I know if I'm right?"

"That's what the coasters are for, clever one." Her ears twitched to the sides as she rolled her eyes. "You can flip them once you've decided."

"Well, if this is what it takes." Shaking his head with a sigh, Tim hefted his first pint and took a sip, pausing to consider the flavor. "Light, sweet, a little hoppy . . ."

"Such a connoisseur!" She laughed back at him as her padded hand tightened around her glass and she polished off her first pint, stifling a belch. "Next you'll be telling me it's real beer!"

Tim harrumphed, taking one last swig before moving on to the next glass. The taste was similar, but a little bit smokier he thought. "This one has to be the Pabst." He took another drink as she just smiled all the wider, brown eyes beaming, making him doubt himself a bit as he swilled the beer around in his mouth.

"I'm impressed by your confidence," she snickered.

"Because I'm right?"

"No, just because you're confident." Laughing, she picked up her next beer as Tim set upon sipping at the third pint.

"Alright, so this is the lightest one." He swirled his glass slightly. Although it was kind of odd to admit, he was actually starting to enjoy himself as a sort of authority on the subject.

"If it were any lighter, it wouldn't exist . . ."

"Shush, you," Tim chuckled as he took another sip. It was actually kind of nice to have someone paying attention to such an arbitrary challenge. He couldn't remember the last time he had done anything like this . . .

Going back down the line, he took another small drink from each glass, Tamra watching him as she nursed her second beer herself. "Alright, I think I've got it," Tim declared.

"I thought you said you actually liked this stuff. You're barely a quarter done with any given pint." The corner of her black lipped mouth turned up in a wry fashion.

"And you're just plowing through yours. I thought you said this stuff was terrible," Tim shot back.

"Any port in a storm, friend." With a needlessly stoic look on her face, Tamra took a heavy swig and purposefully stared off into the distance, causing the man across from her to let out an inadvertent snort of laughter. Even though she was kind of abrasive, Tamra could actually be pretty funny when she tried to be. Tim couldn't quite remember drinking with any girls who had ever been quite this carefree . . . or inexplicably fuzzy.

"Alright, this is the Tate, the PBR, and the Jeferson," he clunked each glass off of its coaster as he spoke as if he was revealing a royal flush in a poker tournament. Not that Tim would be caught dead at a poker tournament; he'd been trying to pick up baccarat though . . .

"Is that your final answer?" Tamra leaned in, clinking her claw against the center pint glass.

"I know I'm right," Tim shrugged. "This stuff is actually really good. Heck, even people with sophisticated palettes like yourself seem to enjoy it themselves when they actually bother."

Tamra rolled her eyes. "Well then, let's see how well the yellow liquid connoisseur really did shall we?" She adopted the overly interested tone of a afternoon game show host, flipping over the middle coaster, revealing the red text and blue ribbon logo of PBR. "And it seems like he's gotten the first one correct! But, let's check behind numbers one and three!" With a flourish, her paw-like hands reached over and flipped over the outside coasters . . . revealing the exact same blue ribbon logos on each one.

"Wait, I thought you said there were three different coasters . . ." Tim scratched his mustache, leaning back as he spoke.

"I said there would be one for each different kind of beer . . ." She fixed her eyes across the table on his face.

"So where are the other two?"

Tamra sighed, leaning her head forwards and looking up at him as if she were waiting for something.

" . . . This was all Pabst wasn't it?" Tim's pride in cheap beer tasting was suddenly and irreparably damaged.

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner." Flashing her pointed canines, she looked over her glass at him as she finished her second pint.

"So, basically, you lied to me . . . "

"Yup."

"But, I guess, it kind of proves your point huh . . ." Tim chuckled. It was very strange, he felt like he should have taken offense, but instead it felt more like he'd just lost at a friendly match of rock paper scissors in which his opponent had jokingly thrown out foldable granite shears. "Well, I guess I still get the free beer." Shrugging, he finished off the supposedly smokier one of the pints. It was crisp, cold, and weak, but ultimately satisfying.

"I was wondering if you were ever going to finish any of those," Tamra laughed, hoisting her third pint. "So what about the second part of our deal?"

"Huh, oh yeah, sure. It's whatever." Tim shrugged. "I mean, you seem cool enough."

"Cool? I thought you tried to avoid things that were cool, you know, for_yuppies_." She rocked back in her chair, catching herself with her pawed feet under the table.

"Look, if you'd rather call it a night, I still actually like it here . . ."

"Touche. You wound me, Horatio." The chair clomped back down as she leaned forwards. "Let's finish up and blow this joint then."

"Oh, uhh, do you want me to call a cab? I mean, I don't actually own a car anymore, and the buses stopped running an hour ago . . ."

"Oh you . . ." With the tone of her voice it was hard to tell if she was exasperated or pleased by his offer. "I live like eight blocks from here. Let's just walk it." She stood up, stretching her arms over her head as she looked out the window, making her shirt strain noticeably. "But first, I'm going to go use the little raccoon's room, so I'll give you some time to get to know your miraculous three flavored Pabst better."

Tim ran his hand through his unkempt hair. "Don't fall in," he shot back as he watched her slowly swishing tail progress towards the back hallway where the relatively sanitary bathrooms were.

How strange a situation this was. But after a few beers, even the most unlikely can seem commonplace, and it was nice to have someone to talk to . . . He tried to remember what he had heard about raccoons. They got into people's garbage, they washed their hands a lot, and they were known to be crafty . . . Maybe they were just really OCD? Tim found his thoughts wandering as he idly drank his beer, surprised to find that he was already finished with two of the pints and started on the third as she returned from the washroom.

"Look's like you've been busy." She offered him a hand up, grabbing her last mostly finished glass and draining the contents. Grabbing onto her paw-hand was delightfully real, a strange reminder that this wasn't a dream. The thick warm skin of her padded digits and thick blunt back claws pressed against his palm as he stood up, bumping into the corner of the table as he too finished off his last pint, feeling delightfully light.

Whisked out of the hilltop bar, they strolled together through the bracing autumn air, looking down at the distant lights of the city. Their conversation ranged from banal to waxing philosophic as the wind rattled through the dry leaves of the trees around them. The night was still so young, and Tim felt as if he should only be warming up, getting ready to go see a poetry slam, or just visiting some open mic event. But this was nice, to be out, walking in the dimness of the night with another person.

"Hey, aren't you cold?" Tim rubbed his hands together as he asked. Even with his scarf and flannel shirt, the air was slightly nippy.

"Noooope." Tamra patted her chest, making her breasts jostle slightly under the yellowish streetlights. "This fur ain't just for show, you know."

"Even your feet?" He looked down at her thick padded toes splaying out with every step.

"It's not so bad unless it gets really muddy," she shrugged. "Then I wear galoshes, but they never fit all that well . . ."

"Hah, I can imagine." Her legs were just shaped a little awkwardly, heels pulled up like she was always walking on tip toe, but in a more graceful way. It also added a certain swagger to her step that made her very easy to watch as they paced along up the hill, where the streets got darker and the houses were secluded by all of the gently swaying fir trees.

"Alright, this is it: Chateau de Tamra." She turned and walked into a slightly overgrown yard with an unusual combination of a mossy rock garden and tacky lawn gnomes.

"That's uhh . . . unique." Tim observed the yard's décor. "Did it come with the house?"

"Naw, I switch it up every few months." Tamra shrugged. I'm gonna have to think of something to do for Halloween soon too."

Trudging up the mossy steps leading to the front door, Tim contemplated the statement. "It'd be a shame to ruin a nice place like this with a bunch of orange day-glo Chinese plastic."

"Bah, day-glo orange is my favorite flavor of plastic." Tamra shuffled around in her pockets for her keys. "But there's way better things to do if you want to scare people away from your house."

"Such as?"

"Well, I've tried a big 'Welcome Scientologists' sign last year. That one was more trouble than it was worth though."

Tim scratched his stubbly chin. That hardly sounded like a Halloween thing to do at all . . . He almost wished that he had thought of it first.

"Probably the most effective creepy countermeasure I've had though, was putting out ten steaming hot Cup o' Noodles. No self-respecting parent wants to let their kid get close to a house that has a bunch of steaming Asian flavored soup outside." She opened the door and flicked on the lights, revealing a simple front living room in various states of disarray. "You can put up skeletons, scarecrows, and simulated viscera, but in the end, I think most people are just made more uncomfortable by things being out of place."

"Well," Tim scratched at the back of his head idly as he stepped into the vaguely earthy smelling house. "I guess we just get used to it, you know? Things are always more vivid when you first encounter them. . . So I guess you have to just keep trying new things, and not fall into a rut, right?" He rambled on as she stepped over a few crumpled blankets and fell back against her almost tweed looking sofa.

Everything here seemed a little old, like he was walking into a house from the seventies. The carpet was a deep beige and there were odds and ends strewn about on the floor, including some screwdrivers, a dried up water color paint set, and some newspapers piled in the corner by the old CRT television. It wasn't filthy by any means, just more along the lines of cluttered. Tim thought about mentioning something about raccoons and garbage, but he wasn't sure if that would like and off color joke or what.

"Should I take my shoes off?" Tim queried, looking at her bare paws.

"If you want." Tamra shrugged as he began to unlace his decidedly simple Chuck Taylors.

"Well, what's first on the list then?" Tim asked, peeling off his shoes and then standing awkwardly by the coffee table as there was really nowhere else to sit in the compact living room.

"What do you think happens when you follow someone home from the bar hmm?" Her ring-clad ears perked up as her voice dripped with insinuation.

"Uhh, right. Yeah." Tim swallowed. He didn't really have any complaints. She was smoking hot, even for a raccoon. "So, I didn't bring any condoms or anything."

"Don't worry about it. I'm on the pill." She laughed. "It's almost like you don't do this very often."

"No, I just . . ." In all honesty, it had been a few months, but Tim liked to think that he had been spending his time doing more artistic things, like learning to ride a unicycle and listening to little known independent bands. "Where's your bathroom?" He finished with a lame non-sequitur.

"Just down the hall on your left." She pointed back past the kitchen. "I'll be waiting for you when you finish up." She licked her thin black lips as he blushed.

Tim opened his mouth so say something, but instead just turned and hurried off towards the toilet. His heart was thumping in his chest and he felt really strange: not all that drunk really, but almost like he was getting up to give a presentation in third grade. Tamra just seemed so interested in him; it was almost like she knew him better than he did. Turning into the dark room, he flicked on the lights locked the door just out of habit as he looked around her hallway bathroom while he relieved himself. It was hard to tell if her tastes were really eclectic, or just junky as she had a bright yellow and purple checked shower curtain, and a kitschy dragon shaped incense burner resting on the tank of the toilet.

Zipping up, he opened up the door and returned to her front room, finding it empty. "Tamra?" He called out, looking towards her kitchen, which was in as much a state of disarray as the rest of her house.

"Over here!" Her muffled voice came out from the hall on the other side of the kitchen.

Walking down past the yellow lit boxes of sugary cereals and the garlic wreath that hung beneath her range hood, Tim found the short hall leading to the brightly lit master bedroom, dominated by a queen bed in the middle of it, covered in what appeared to be a gaudy tie-dye comforter. As he walked in, he turned and saw Tamra, down on her knees, paws splayed out behind her as she rummaged around in the mountainous collection of junk that was her closet.

"There we go." A few things collapsed as her leathery padded fingers wrapped around a olive drab metal box that looked like it once housed ammunition. "Have a seat." She hopped back onto the bed, rocking the almost Victorian looking lamp on the dresser to it before setting the box beside her and patting the edge of the springy technicolor quilt.

"What's in the box?" Tim asked, sitting besides her as she popped open the hinged lid with two metallic snaps. Knowing this place, it could be anything from an Erector Set to a stash of drugs that would make Hunter S. Thomson blush.

"Something for you . . ." She drew her voice out cutely as she reached in, ruffled around in a plastic zip-lock bag, and pulled out something that Tim had not been expecting.

He blushed as she brandished the striped butt-plug. "Uh, look, I'm not really into that kind of stuff . . . I mean . . ." Tim stuttered as she twisted the yielding gray and black striped device in her paws.

"Oh_come_ on." Tamra rolled her eyes. "Weren't you the one who was just talking about not getting stuck in a rut?"

"Yeah, but there are other things that I'd rather not have stuck in myself." He was blushing like a sunburned beat. "Besides I've never really been into any of that . . .you know, gay stuff."

"Oh, you little sheltered man." Tamra shook her head. "You've got a lot to learn tonight. Ignoring the fact that getting railed by a lady isn't exactly gay, but I'm not exactly a lady anyways . . ." She pulled up at the bottom of her black tee shirt, peeling off the fabric slowly, replacing the calm visage of Mr. Peanut with her heavy light gray furred breasts with their wide dark nipples. "So let's change your point a view a little hmm? You can be the first person you know to get fucked by a raccoon _before_it was cool."

His eyes fixed on her shapely breasts, he tried to protest. "It's not like I don't approve of it or anything, I just . . ."

"Well, one part of you may be saying no, but someone's interested." Her paw reached in to grasp in at his pants that were even tighter than usual, running a smooth hard claw clickingly over the zipper of his fly.

Silently cursing his Judas erection, Tim swallowed. It certainly was something he'd never tried before, and it wasn't like it could be all that bad. Not many people had tried it, so there was probably something to it. "Fine . . . Then we can keep going after this right?" His eyes wandered down her body, fixated on her furry navel.

"Oh, don't even think that we'll be stopping any time soon. Now . . ." Her grin was just hungry enough to be slightly worrying as she pushed him back onto the bed. "Up you go." She stood up on the matress, foot-paws sinking into the bed slightly as her leathery hands pulled up under his shoulders, bringing him to his hands and knees on the wild colors of her bed.

"So, uhh, I, oof." He was cut off as she stepped over his prostrated form, canvas clad ass sitting right on his hips, her tail batting against the back of his head as she reached under him and popped his fly with surprising ease, peeling his pants down along with his unusual argyle boxers.

"Wow . . . argyle boxers?" Her weight shifted as she reached down and took a clear plastic bottle of lubrication out from the military drab looking metal box before pushing it off the bed to clatter against the carpeted floor.

"What's wrong with argyle?" Tim panted, trying to look back over his shoulder as he explained. He could hear the pop of a plastic lid and then a small squelch, feeling the muscles of her thighs clenching around him as she rest her weight on his back, warm soft flesh resting against him through the worn canvas. The dull thudding of his heart thrummed in his ears as she shifted about on top of him.

"Nothing . . . if you're like 60." She tugged them down his legs with one paw, clenched fist resting on the small of his back, grabbing the now glistening slick toy. "Or if you shop at Good Will a lot, but I hope you're not buying boxers at Good Will . . ."

"Of course not. These are . . . C-cold!" His explanation was cut short as she ever so gently pressed the rounded tip of the striped rubbery toy between his cheeks, squeezing up against his taut anus.

"So tight! This is going to be a lot of fun." Her voice rumbled as she spun the heavy silicone toy around in her fingers, making Tim's muscles clench at the odd frictionless sensation.

"Hrrrng . . . Look, I don't really know if this is a thing I can do . . ." His words came out in short breathy gasps. "I mean, I don't know if I can . . ." His voice faded into a little squeak as she pressed in just barely, stretching his ass out with a hot and slightly painful sensation.

"You, just need to relax." Tamra shifted her weight on his back, rounded rump resting just above his hips as her fluffy ringed tail batted happily between his shoulders. "All of the problems in the world can be solved with time and enough lube. Just stop being so tense . . ."

"I . . . Ungh. It doesn't feel right. I don't like it." His entire body tensed up, muscles straining as he tried to deal with the discomfort.

"Don't give up just yet . . ." Her finessed paws started pulsing the plug forwards, stretching his ass just barely before sliding out of him again and again. Slowly, the burning feeling lessened, replaced by a warm smooth sensation. "You just have to let yourself get used to it. There we go . . ." She felt his anus quiver as she pressed in again and again."

"Er . . . Uh . . ." Tim tried to collect his thoughts, to get her to stop because it hurt so much, but he slowly found that it didn't anymore. In fact, as his ass clenched and stretched, it started to feel kind of good, little electric pulses of sensation flitting up his spine.

"Still want me to stop?" She tensed the toy up against his now thoroughly slickened asshole teasingly.

"N-no, I guess not." Tim swallowed heavily, hardly believing what he was doing. He could feel his member underneath him, pulsing in time with his heart as he became almost painfully hard.

"Good." She pressed the plug in further, stretching his tight pink ring of muscle a little further before she pulled back again. "Because you've got a long ways to go, rookie." Her nimble paws kept up the constant straining of his limits, pulling back just as it began to hurt over and over again, stretching him a little wider every time. Her other paw ran over his exposed buttocks, feeling the little twinges of his pale flesh as she pressed in further.

It was the strangest feeling for Tim. His ass was twitching, clenching even though he wasn't trying to, and it felt more and more intense as the rounded gray and black striped toy stretched his pink spasming ring of muscle wider and wider. Hands gripping tightly at the thick comforter under him, he arched his back, groaning as she tilted the rubbery toy slightly, pulling his flesh this way and that.

"Now you're starting to get into it . . . You see how nice life can be when you're a little more adventurous?" Her claws teased around the edges of his ass as her other hand slowly sank the plug into him inch by inch. All the while her breasts shook and jostled as Tim's body quivered under her, sandwiched by her canvas-clad firmly clenching thighs.

"It's. Really . . . Tight." Tim groaned out, unsure if this was a good thing or a bad thing at the moment.

"Don't worry, it's going to feel a whole lot better in just a second. Just hang in there." With every halting shove, the toy got closer and closer to pressing all the way inside of him even though it felt like the process could have continued on forever.

Tim let out a wordless moan of sensation as she pressed in firmly, not pulling back this time, increasing the tension to tortuous levels. Suddenly, punctuated by a sudden yowl that escaped his lips, the plug slammed home, pulled in by his clenching ass, pressing against something inside of him that made his cock jerk up and squirt out hot pre under him. His spine arced up with every fruitless clench from his anus around the stocky base of the plug, held fast by his writhing ass.

Slowly sliding off of him with a smile, Tamra hopped off of the bed, pulling his panting face towards hers, bright brown eyes beaming. She didn't even speak as she opened up her thin black lips and pressed forwards into a strange kiss, her teeth and animal maw feeling strange as the man reciprocated, licking against her dextrous curled pink tongue. It was so odd to run over her pointed animal fangs, but that was barely an afterthought as his body was filled with new strange sensations: her leather pads against the sides of his head, his intermittent twinging around the base of the rubbery plug, and a strange tingling that seemed to be percolating through his entire body.

Tamra's black leathery nose huffed and twitched as it touched his prickly mustache. The corners of her mouth slowly turned up into a mischievous smile as she watched his blue eyes deepen, turning into a dark animal brown as some of his facial hair began to soften and turn a plush slatish gray.

Pulling back, a bead of spittle hanging between their two tongues for an instant before snapping, Tim absentmindedly reached under himself and ran his fingers along his rock hard shaft.

"It looks like you need a little help with something hmmm?" Tamra pulled at his arms, forcing him to abandon reaching for his electrically sensitive cock as she shuffled his legs off the end of the bed. Tim gasped as he sat back, the plug pressed firmly into him by its flared base as she pulled up at both of his shirts, peeling them off hungrily like a plaid husk and tossing them carelessly to the carpeted ground. She pressed her sniffing muzzle against his bared neck, nibbling gently and sliding down his chest. "I can help you out with that. Just trust me, I'll make you feel things that you_never_ thought were possible." She lapped down past his nipples, sliding down and licking around the edges of his bellybutton before he could feel her breath hovering inches away from his throbbing erection.

"Yes . . . Please. I just need . . ."

"Oh, don't worry. I know what you need." She teased around the tip of his cock with the blunt end of one of her dark hard claws. "You just need a little change of perspective hmmm? Something to help you out with your dreadful lack of experience . . ." She whispered as she licked out, scraping over the head of his cock with her pink slick animal tongue.

Kneeling down by the side of the bed, she smiled up at him as he looked down at her. "I've had sex before you know . . ." He panted as he looked down at her almost maliciously pleased grin.

"Not like this you haven't." She kissed the head of his member, furry hands rising up to fondle his balls as she lapped up a long bead of clear pre from his twitching organ. Her tail wriggled about behind her mischievously as she leaned in further, changing his reply into a groan of pleasure as she took the bulbous head of his penis into her mouth, tongue tracing around the ridges at the tip.

The feeling of her animal mouth engulfing his cock was immense, making him grab in at the fuzzy sides of her head, feeling the rings in the corners of her thin velveteen ears twitch as she bobbed down over his shaft. She let loose a throaty growl, buzzing around his member as she pressed against him, the soft top of her head butting against his stomach.

She could taste his flesh begin to change as she cradled his tightening balls with one of her leathery palmed hands, the other one wandering down to stroke at herself through her pants. As she continued, her free hand slowly undid her fly, pleasing herself through her bright panties as she wrapped her tongue around his dick and suckled at it with intense little bursts of movement.

As one of Tim's hands rested on her bobbing head, the other spread against his own bared belly, feeling the heat of his own body as he closed his eyes and became lost in sensation. His skin all felt a little more sensitive than he thought it should have been as he leaned back and panted out in halting satisfaction. Already a little fringe of dark fur was growing in on his face unbeknownst to him, giving him a black mask-like pattern not unlike Tamra's own.

Her muzzle enveloped his cock in a way that seemed impossible, tongue wrapping around his length as it became increasingly tender. She hummed with purposeful satisfaction as she tasted his skin begin to thin slightly as his flavor started to shift in her mouth. Her hand below her rubbed wildly at her crotch, loose furry skin becoming tighter and tighter as her passion rose. There was already a damp patch in the crotch of her underwear, but as she kept pleasing herself another one developed up further towards the waist of the lime green fabric.

Tim's tongue licked out across his lips as she sloppily enveloped his dick, hardly noticing that his teeth were becoming slightly more pointed as his spread fingered hand rubbed across his chest. His nipples were impossibly tender, and he rubbed his arm across his pecs, groaning out in overloaded passion as he couldn't possibly take all of the feelings in at once. His ass strained rhythmically around the plug pressing into him as he shouted out, pressing down at the back of Tamra's head until it was flush with his crotch.

She squeezed around his manhood, rasping over the entire length in short impossible laps, folds of her tongue seeming to envelop him completely. The paw that grasp in around his balls squeezed harder and harder, pressing against him in an oddly painless fashion as the orbs clenched and pulled back against his body. It was the strangest feeling as his scrotum began to feel hot and puffy, her fingers stretching the malleable flesh this way and that.

He couldn't help but rub over his tight erect nipples with his fingers, feeling them in a completely new way as he began to rock his body, making the bed squeak as he panted and rolled his head from side to side. His ears pulled up, slowly straining out into thin velveteen triangles atop his head as each bounce of his body made the heavy solid silicone plug inside of him squeeze against something indescribable.

Stretching the elastic of her panties, a pulsing ebony spire of flesh pulsed out of her occluded animal sheath as her fingers stroked down past her furry testes, grinding against the edges of her animal femininity, stroking her labia as she licked and suckled at his slowly changing shaft, tongue slipping out and licking up his tight testes as she continued, the terse flesh no longer even hitting the roof of her mouth as she continued to lick, nip, and slather it with her affection.

It felt like he had already passed the precipice of pleasure, but he just couldn't find release. The sensations in his pulsing rod seemed to condense, getting more and more intense, reducing down into a single white hot point of pleasure that lanced through his body. All the while, his testes felt more and more sensitive, feelings pulling back inside of him as as wet slick sensation developed, driving him mad as he groped over his tender chest absentmindedly, fingers squeezing in at his thick erect nipples.

Licking up the loose seem of his tightening ball sack, she teased the condensing flesh of his shaft, running over the tip as it slowly sealed up into a quivering nub. As she slathered up his crotch, her pink warm tongue pressed in harder and harder until his flesh began to well out, glistening sensitive ridges forming on either side. With slurping squelches, she slathered his forming feminine slit with slippery affection, stretching out its loose edges and teasing deeper and deeper, scraping across the insides as his new urethral opening formed, followed by the tender clenching hole of his freshly forming vaginal orifice. Slowly blossoming out from the edges of his fresh new organ, gray and black fur began to seep outwards in a slow furry cascade, prickling against his skin as the pleasure rippled out from her lapping ministrations.

Tim's own tongue lapped up and out at the empty air as his body was wracked by pleasure. His ass clenched wildly, accompanied by inexplicable straining popping tugs, jerking his tensing anus this way and that as a nub of flesh pressed out above the plug, quickly subsumed by a burst of black fur, and then gray, and then thick plush darkness again. The flesh on his chest grew more and more supple, pressing out into two pert mounds that he kneaded without even looking as he panted and licked up at his changing nose which pressed out into the leathery black glistening tip of his forming animal muzzle as he was completely awash in glorious sensation.

As his changing body writhed, Tamra took two last long lashes, slipping up from the base of his cleft and stretching the soft smooth skin above his clit, causing Tim to yowl out in increasingly animalistic ululations. She then pulled her muzzle up, huffing against his now fuzzy belly as she licked her lips, pushing herself up to her pawed feet as she immediately pressed in against his forming muzzle in a deep kiss, tongue scraping over his sharpening teeth as her full breasts pressed against his own pert buds, nipples scraping against each other with maddening sensitivity.

While they kissed, Tim's hands wandered down between them, somehow unable to get away from the feeling of her warm soft pelt. He stroked down and felt the warm shaft sandwiched between them, but it felt oddly numb, foreign even as his own loins still throbbed with need. His fingers wrapped around the odd slick shaft, feeling the strange pointedness to the head and wondering what was wrong as his other hand slid down to his crotch and pressed against the edges of something smooth, slick, and incredibly sensitive.

Looking down, Tim's jaw dropped as his changing ears pulled back against his head. "What the fuck happened to my penis?" He pulled back, falling against the bed with an uncomfortable thump.

"Must of misplaced it?" Tamra replied coyly, hands on her hips as she stepped around the side of the bed, black vaguely pointed cock throbbing as it pressed out from her obscenely green underwear.

"What the fuck happened to my penis!?" Tim's eyes fixed down on his flat crotch, fingers tentatively tracing around the top of his clitoral hood, pulling back in what seemed almost like sinister pleasure after they brushed against the sensitive slick flesh.

"Jesus Christ. People nowadays freak out just because of a vagina. You'd think it wouldn't be a problem in this day and age." Her tail swished behind her in an agitated manner as she continued. "It's like this was the 1800s or something. Next you're going to be getting the vapors . . . and anyways, it's not like it's permanent or anything."

"It's not perma . . ." He stuttered, shaking his head and looking up. "And you never told me you were a guy!"

"Helloooo!" She yanked down her panties and grabbed her tight animal package in one paw, lifting her furry testes up to reveal her glistening ebony slit, stretched taut and bared for him to see as her cock jostled above it.

"So . . . you're not . . . but . . ."

"Kind of the best of both worlds here. I thought you'd be a little more enthusiastic. I mean, I did say I wasn't exactly a lady . . . and that I'd show you something you'd never seen before." She sat on the bed next to him. "I was guessing that you'd freak out more about becoming all 'coony . . . I mean, isn't that uncomfortable sitting on your tail like that?"

Tim took a few deep breaths, looking up from his crotch, holding his arms out like he'd never seen his body before, which in a sense, he hadn't. A strange discomfort was relieved as he leaned forwards, and something bent behind him almost irritably. He craned his neck around, looking behind him at the almost foot long nub of a growing tail striped, tugging this way and that, cracking out as it slowly grew longer. He could kind of control it, making it wave as his asshole clenched in short tugs. The gray and black plug lodged deep inside of him now almost matching the colors of his growing pelt of soft dense fur.

"Isn't this . . . like completely impossible?" Tim's voice panted out as he began to calm down just slightly.

"Not really. You just have to know the right people." Tamra bared her fangs impishly as she looked down at him. "Or in this case, _really_get to know the right people."

"But how does this even work?" Tim tilted his head, still hanging desperately on to strands of disbelief.

"No idea. It's just a neat parlor trick really." She stroked a paw along her hard black skinned shaft. "I'm just lucky I guess. Either that or you are . . ."

"Well. Uhh, it's not permanent though?" Tim's voice squeaked slightly as his hands cupped his forming breasts. His padded fingers brushed over his now wide pink nipples, making him shiver in pleasure.

"Not unless you really work at it. Everything will go back to cheap-beer-drinking argyle-boxer-wearing normal in about a day if you don't get another dose of vitamin me."

"Fine. Well, at least whatever you've done to me . . ."

"Done_to you? Oh my, you must be kidding. We haven't even gotten _started_yet." She ran a clawed finger over the tip of her cock, smearing it with glistening pre and bringing it up to her mouth, suckling on the digit as Tim couldn't help but watch and moan, tongue licking over his lips as the last of his mustache prickled out into eagerly twitching whiskers fanning out on the sides of his black and gray muzzle. "Isn't there something that you feel like you're missing, just some deep seated smoldering desire that needs to be _quenched?"

"N-no?" Tim answered with an obvious lie, one hand still groping at his growing breasts as he spoke.

"Adorable!" She laughed as she leaned in against him. "You're the one who wanted to try new, avant garde things. Why don't you test out the new equipment before you make any snap judgments hmm?" She leaned in, pressing her full chest up against his budding one, eyes staring into his own with not malice, but just unbridled twinkling enthusiasm. "I can really make this worth your time." Her paw wandered between his legs, smooth claw running around the quivering edge of his labia. "I promise." She whispered breathily in his ear as it pulled up in shock while his cheeks fluffed up in the animal equivalent of a blush.

Tim's hips wriggled, pushing him against her teasing finger as his tail cracked out longer behind him. "This is safe?" He panted out, seemingly looking for any reason to opt out even as his body was screaming for something more.

"Oh, don't worry. You're not even in season, so you don't have to be concerned about unintended consequences. And anyways, it's not like you're going to come back and see me every night for months and months, right?" She sat on his lap, legs straddling him as she hugged her arms around him, fluffy ringed tail batting about behind her.

A part of Tim's mind was telling him that he definitely wouldn't mind getting closer to her furry body over and over again as her shaft ground up against his stomach, shapely hips rocking gently as her black needy cock leaked out a clear streak of pre against him, slicking down a patch of his new plush fur. He could smell it, and it was so vivid, both of her female and male scents blending together into his now keen animal senses. "Right . . ." he replied, ears folded back as his crotch pulsed and throbbed with a hot insistent need unlike anything he'd felt before. "Yeah, sure . . . I mean, fuck it." He finally laughed as he pressed back against her. This was completely insane, but that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy it.

"Yes, let's." She pressed her muzzle in and they kissed passionately. The changing man had to turn his head to the side as his forming muzzle creaked out and their pointed teeth clacked together while their pink slippery tongues slid around their balmy maws. Tamra's weight settled on him as their breasts ground together, and she brought her hands up, kneading the soft jostling flesh. Her own dark nipples squeezed against his own pink tender ones as his malleable flesh filled out, slowly swelling to nearly match the size of her own shapely chest as they mashed together between their writhing bodies.

Pulling back from the kiss, Tamra lifted herself off of him, licking her chops as she fell back onto the bed, propped up on her elbows, leg's hanging off the edge as her tail batted against the side of the garishly colored comforter. "This bed's a little too cooshy hmm?" She stroked her cock as Tim's eyes followed her sure fingertips. "I'd be a terrible host if I didn't offer you a seat that was a little firmer . . ."

Tim smirked as he lowered a hand towards his altered crotch, still hardly believing as he had to reached down a little further than he was used to to stroke at the edge of his smoldering femininity. "Sounds like you learned your lines from a bad seventies porno." He stood up a little uncertainly.

"Fine. Let's be a little more frank then." She reached up and grabbed him by the waist, turning him away from her. "I want you to _sit_on it." Pulling him down so that his weight rested on her knees, she nuzzled in at the nape of his neck, one hand teasing his tail as it cracked out just a little further, almost reaching its full bushy length, base brushing against the exposed end of the plug still firmly lodged in his straining ass.

"What happened to the subtlety?" Tim asked, heart pulsing as he reached back, trying to prop himself up slightly as he could feel her hot throbbing erection rubbing against his fur.

She playfully pulled at his tail one last time before clasping her hands around his hips. "Oh, I think we passed subtlety a long time ago." She whispered in his fuzzy ear, lifting him up, guiding him until her cock slid in under him, rubbing against his plush thighs as she growled out in pleasure at the velveteen contact.

"Okay . . . But, let's just take this slow . . . I don't . . ." Tim was panting in anticipation, heart beating in his chest as his breasts jostled with their combined movements.

"Don't worry. There's no way this is going to be over too quickly after all this work . . ." She slowly guided him down, hands holding him firmly as her ebon skinned cock slid up the fuzzy bit of flesh just below his fresh pink female slit.

Time seemed to slow down as Tim relaxed slightly, lowering himself as her guiding paws pulled against him. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the warm pulsing tip squelch up against his pink sensitive flesh, pressing past his glistening folds and resting against his clenched inner orifice that pulsed and thrummed with its own blazing need.

Tamra pressed up with her hips ever so slightly, spreading him wide as her cock sank into his slick writhing vaginal passage. His body immediately tensed up, tail wriggling about as his still mostly human legs straightened out against the floor. He let loose a mewling growl as she pulled him up again, just teasing him before sliding into him again, making his whiskers twitch as his entire body radiated with the incredible sensitivity of it all, Tamra gently guiding him down against her cock as she slowly pressed in, gently spreading him a little wider with every thrust.

It was unlike anything he'd ever imagined, lances of clenching pleasure twitching through his body as his tail whapped about, curling against Tamra's shoulder as his ass clenched around the now familiar rubbery toy. His spine arced as he could feel her soft breasts pressing against his back as his own heavy breasts jiggled with every slam, erect pink nipples pointed vaguely skywards. He could barely think of anything over the intense pleasure as she sank her shaft halfway into him sliding back with smooth strokes as she plowed into him again and again.

As his feet spread out against the hardwood floor, his toes clenched, bulging out into sturdy splayed leathery foot-paws, claws scrabbling as his heels pulled up into a tight slate furred animal joint. He let himself fall a little lower with every intense shove, feeling her length slide deeper and deeper inside of him as he groaned out, internal walls writhing, clenching needfully around her cock with every tense thrust.

Tamra was hardly even using her paws anymore as Tim rocked his own body with his own accord, panting out and groaning with lust. Her own tail patted against the bed as his finally cracked out to its full fluffy length, twitching against her body as she pulled herself tighter against him. Mashing her breasts against his back. As her balls tightened, her own glistening cleft began to glimmer with a wet sheen as she reached around with her right hand, stroking down his smooth silky belly in small round patterns teasing his navel before descending lower and lower.

Biting his lip, Tim finally let himself fall backwards, slowly grinding down on Tamra's tapered spire until it impaled him fully, thrust firmly inside of him as he fell against her knees with a thump. He could feel her jostling testicles patting against him as his tail thrashed about against her front and he raised up one of his pawed hands to clasp around one of his weighty breasts while they rocked together, motions becoming smaller and more intense as he was jostled by the thrusts of Tamra's hips.

Fingers parting into a purposeful V, Tamra's hand pressed down, forcefully rubbing at either side of his labia that bulged from her cock stretching him out from the inside. His shouts of pleasure made her grin as she pressed against the smooth pink edges of his feminine slit that contrasted so vividly with the black skin of her cock. It was getting a little difficult for even Tamra to control herself at this point as her hips were rocking of their own accord, cunt quivering as her cock twitched and leaked out hot dollops of pre inside of the man's wrenching tight torrid insides.

The extra stimulation of her hand rubbing at the edges of his new female organ was maddening, making Tim's whole body shake as he growled out in ecstasy. His pussy clenched and condensed around her as she scraped down with her thumb, pressing down on his clit before beginning to rub in with her warm smooth paw pad. The little intense round patterns of stimulation made his senses light up, inner walls spasming as his ass continued to squeeze in with periodic fervor around the the striped plug in his ass.

"There we go." Tamra huffed into his pulled back ears. "Now you're really feeling it." The motion of her hips was rocking his entire body as she cooed. "Just a little further."

Tim's response was a moaning ululation, too busy deriving the maximum amount of pleasure he could from the myriad sources of intense stimulus. He squeezed in at his nipples as he bounced himself up and down on her shaft with increasingly reckless abandon. The feeling of her thumb grinding in against his fiery nub of a clit made his body shake and shiver in pleasure, insides twisting with increasing need around her as his newly formed paw toes scraped against the floor, splaying and clenching wildly.

Their furry bodies both tensed and quivered, her balls squeezing as she clenched her teeth while the changed man pulled himself wildly down on top of her. His breasts both jostled as he rocked with increasing force, caring about nothing other than reaching that unstable precipice that seemed to get closer and closer as the raw need built up in the pit of his stomach. She leaned her chin in against the crook of his neck, tongue occasionally lapping out at his fur as her eyes hung half lidded and her testes began to tighten and churn.

With a final thud, Tim slammed back, eyes wide open, pupils dilating as his pussy began to quiver, relaxing for half a second before he crashed into body rocking orgasm. The thumb rubbing over his clit felt like it was sending surges of white hot bliss through his body as his femininity clamped down again and again, twisting around Tamra's embedded shaft. He couldn't even cry out as the pleasure was simply too intense, tail gyrating as he squeezed hard against the plug under it.

Trying to hold out as long as she could, Tamra bit her lip for a few seconds, feeling the spasmodic clenching around her dick before she just couldn't take it anymore. Her black throbbing member arced up inside of Tim's hot snatch, quivering as it loosed waves of hot jizzum inside of him, balls pulling up and tightening as those molten hot inner walls coaxed out spurt after spurt of hot masculine raccoon essence even as her own pussy twinged in sympathy. Her fingers continued to rub against the changed man's labia as it tensed and quivered, leaking out slick female musk in long clear rivulets.

The time it took them to finish up felt like an eon as Tim kept clenching in hard frenetic bursts, keeping Tamra's exhausted member jerking intermittently, continuing on in tense full body bliss until their coitus slowly receded into the dull glowing coals of passion.

Tim stood up shakily as Tamra's paws lifted up at his hips and he felt every inch of her member slide slowly out of him. Her cock patted back against her belly as it slowly began to recede back into her fuzzy sheath as Tim flopped back onto the bed next to her.

"Alright. I'll admit it. That was pretty . . . good." He sighed breathlessly, utterly exhausted.

"Just good?" Tamra put an arm around him as she stared at the ceiling as if coming down from a particularly wild high.

"I think we can do better next time . . ." Tim grinned.

"Already thinking ahead huh?" Tamra's paw tightened around him. "Speaking of . . ." She rolled up onto the bed, kneeling over him. "This might sting a little bit. Think of it like peeling off a band-aid."

"Wha?" He was cut off as her paw grabbed around the hefty base of the plug still stuck firmly in his ass and pulled out in one firm motion, stretching his skin and making him let out a cute meep of discomfort before it slid out of him in one slick hot motion, leaving his asshole to gape for just a second or two before squeezing shut behind it, feeling oddly free as his tail swished about slowly.

"You don't want to spend a whole night with one of these in." She explained as she got to her feet and walked to the connected bathroom, holding the still warm gray and black offending instrument between thumb and forefinger. "You'd hardly be able to sit down the next day." Taking down a battered aluminum pot from the shelf with a skull and crossbones sharpied on the side, she put it under the tap and dropped the heavy plug into it, adding a cap of bleach before she washed her hands fastidiously and returned to Tim who was still sprawled out on the bed with a dreamy look on his face.

"So, what are you doing tomorrow?" He asked as she lay back down on the bed next to him.

"Tomorrow's a no go." Tamra stretched out as he snuggled up behind her, his breasts lightly resting against her back as they spooned. "I've got to work from ten till pretty much forever."

"What about Halloween then?"

"That'd work, although we might not get many trick-or-treaters if I can find something to put up that's even weirder than I did last year . . . Maybe just a kiddie pool filled with VHS cassettes . . ." She was beginning to get drowsy.

"We might just have to find some other way to entertain ourselves then . . ." Tim insinuated as he kissed the plush back of her head, holding her tightly as they both drifted off into much needed sleep.