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Troy slumped down onto Jennifer's couch. He set the shopping bags down on her coffee table and slowly, slowly toppled over, settling his head against the armrest. Christ, he was tired. A bright sunny day, perfect and tropical. Not the best day to be a black-furred mouse.

It had been a long shopping trip. They'd been out all morning and Jennifer had found three little things she absolutely adored but simply shouldn't, couldn't buy. She wouldn't be that extravagant, just for herself. And by the time he'd gotten the hint they'd walked all the way to the other mall, so they had to walk all the way back and he bought her two of them, this little black silk g-string and one of the romance games she liked, and quietly suggested that he really couldn't venture any kind of opinion on cosmetics because she inevitably looked absolutely stunning. Prettiest thylacine in the whole world, she didn't need a thing.

And then, in retaliation, she'd picked up her groceries for the week and given him the heavy things to carry all the way back to her place.

Yeah. She'd seen right through him.

Jennifer bent over, picked up his leg, and shoved it onto the couch.

Troy settled his hands over his chest, twitching his naked tail tiredly.

She picked that up too, tossing it over his legs. "You should take your shoes off," she said, turning to nose through the shopping bags.

"Mmn." He shut his eyes lightly, twitching his nose.

First the neat little insulated plastic container with all her groceries for the fridge. Then she put away the milk, most of her water bottles other than two she set on the counter, because Troy liked his water lukewarm.

Everything else could wait, so she took the bags off her coffee table and set them on the counter too before sitting down with her phone, thumbing at it. "Shoes off."

Troy grimaced a little, but scraped the heel of his sneakers against the toes of his others until one shoe popped off. He let it flop to the floor, pushed the other shoe off after it.

"Shirt, too."

Not quite sure if he'd heard her right, he cracked open an eyelid. "Uhm."

Jennifer had settled herself on the edge of her armchair, tail tucked beside her legs, alongside her thigh. She was sitting in a patch of sun through her apartment's balcony door. Her yellowy-brown fur gleamed like gold, the tawny-white down along her throat and a narrow slice of her stomach visible under her shirt was blinding. Almost bright enough for him not to notice the little red recording light on her phone's camera. "You heard me. Take your shirt off."

Troy dry swallowed, pushing himself from the couch to sit up. "Uhm. Are you taking pictures?"

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Not yet." She focussed on her phone, holding it out. "Waiting for something I like..."

Troy's ears flattened uncomfortably. "Uhm."

"You do masturbate, right?"

"Jen." Heat poured into his face and ears.

Her lips parted in the faintest smile, teeth glinting. "It's a legitimate question. I assume you get pretty lonely while you're up in Minnesota?"

"I... guess so?" He twisted his tail around and settled on the couch's edge, taking another little gulp of air again.

Jennifer lowered the phone, grinning at him. "You guess you masturbate, or you guess you miss me?"

Troy squeezed his eyes shut, covering his face for a moment as if that would stave off embarrassment. "I miss you a hell of a lot while I'm in Minnesota, yes."

"And do you masturbate?" Jennifer lifted up her phone, watching him on the screen.

"What kind of question is that?" He ducked his head, looking away, across her apartment.

Jennifer licked her lips. "You know those pictures you take, so, you don't forget me?"

"Yeah...?"

"Particularly the ones I make you take while I'm naked? Or that time I took your phone and got some video of-"

"Y-yeah, I know those ones," Troy spluttered, face feeling almost swollen with a blush hidden under his fur.

"So do you look at them?" She cocked her head to a side, long red hair spilling from her shoulder. "Y'know. While you're touching yourself?"

"Ah... uh..." Troy looked up at the ceiling. The counter, where her unpacked groceries were waiting. Anything other than Jennifer and her camera. He took a slow, uncomfortable breath. "Sometimes."

She lifted her head a little. "Only sometimes?"

"Other times..." Troy's voice was hoarse. "I. Uhm. I just think about you. Uhm. Without pictures."

Her smile broadened. "So you do masturbate."

"Ye-e-es." He bowed his head, scrubbing his hands together.

"I masturbate. Nothing wrong with masturbation. It's good for you."

"Uh."

"Hell, you've watched me touch myself..." Jennifer kept staring at him through her phone.

Nervous laughter bubbled up until he couldn't contain it. When he actually laughed it didn't sound quite so nervous. He didn't look up, though. Just stared at his hands, lightly picking at his fingernails. "Yeah," he agreed lamely.

Her voice was a little softer. "So take off your shirt. I just want something to look at when I'm touching myself." She flashed her pretty green eyes at him, over the phone. "You like it when I masturbate, don't you?"

"Uh. Yeah?" Christ. Why was she doing this? Troy's tail lashed back and forth behind him, across her couch. "Uhm. Just my shirt?" he ventured, grabbing hold of the hem and dragging it up.

He didn't manage to get it over his head before she replied. "And everything else."

"Uhm." Troy pulled his shirt off, tangled it between his hands. "This isn't really fair..."

Jennifer's jaw dropped in playful, mock-disbelief. "But I take off my clothes for your pictures all the time."

"You make me take them. If I don't, you take my phone and put them there."

She bit her lip. Fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Troy stood up and dropped his shirt. He lifted his chin, glaring at the ceiling so he didn't have to look at her. He licked his lips nervously. "And you're not gonna show anyone."

"No." She settled back into her armchair, tracking him with her phone. "Not unless you piss me off."

He burst into laughter, lifted a hand to his mouth while sniffling down a breath, trying not to laugh anymore. "Okay." He tugged on his belt, bowing over to make sure he got the buckle undone right. "Fine."

Jennifer grinned, sinking down low, phone held up. "Shake it."

Troy froze. "Uhm. What?"

"Your tail. Shake it."

Troy glanced out at her balcony nervously. Her. The balcony. The huge plate glass windows and door. "Could you. Uhm. Close the curtains?" He threw on a quick, worried smile.

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm not gonna, y'know, strip it all off if, uhm..."

Jennifer sighed melodramatically and got up, grabbed one side of the curtains and raced along two steps before grabbing the other side and yanking them shut. She spun round, eyes gleaming, shoulders quivering with laughter. "Okay, now shake it."

"Uhm." Troy turned around, pulled his shoulder back, trying to look down at his own ass. He pulled his pants higher, dragging the tail loop up. He gave his hips an experimental shake.

She started giggling, "I can't believe you're doing this! Hang on I need my phone!" Jennifer dived back to her armchair, scrabbling for her phone. She turned it over and got it up in front of her eyes, grinning foolishly.

"Uh." Troy sucked down a breath, blew it out, and faced the wall. He twisted around, bending his knees while whirling his ass around, flicking his tail after it in a clumsy circle. His tailtip thwacked into the coffee table and he winced.

He didn't blame her for laughing. But she did laugh a little longer than he would've liked.

"Oh God. You okay sweetie?"

"Yeah. I think so."

"You want some music?"

"Uhm. That's just gonna make it worse. You know I can't dance."

Jennifer moved her phone aside, glaring at him skeptically. "I know you think you can't dance."

"You want me to take my pants off or not?" Troy rolled his eyes.

"Mmp! I said nothing!" She sat up straight, levelling her phone at him.

Troy bit his lip, pulled the belt buckle out of the way, fumbled with the button on his jeans. Pressed them down over his hips until they dropped away, hit the floor.

She was licking her lips again. "Do I see a bulge?"

"N-no?" he stammered, stepping out of his jeans.

She held her jaw slack, tongue lightly between her teeth. "You are turned on? Right?"

"A. A little?" He dug his thumbs into the band of his briefs. He wished he'd been wearing boxers.

She frowned over her phone. "You're not gonna be naked in your socks, are you? That's so... ew."

Troy braced himself against her coffee table, picked up his foot and caught at the toe of his sock, dragging it off. "Sorry."

"Just looks lazy," she tutted under her breath, fixating on her phone's screen again. She lifted it up between them.

He flicked the other sock at her when he pulled it off.

She rewarded him with a giggle, swatting it away.

He smiled a little, trying not to stare back at her. He caught the band of his briefs in his fingertips again. "So are you going to encourage me?"

She dropped her voice to a low, husky warble. "You're a sexy, sexy man, Troy. I could spend all day staring at you..."

"You're just saying that."

Jennifer gasped in a little shocked breath. "I am not." She held up the camera in both hands. "Just looking at you makes me hot and wet," she groaned. "Makes me cream myself."

Troy bit his lip, looked away, put his hands on his hips. "Too much."

"You say no but your cock says-"

Troy shoved at his crotch, as if that'd help. He realized what he was doing, moved his hands away. Shifted his briefs a little, as if that'd hide the bulge that hadn't been there before, but now definitely was. He hung head, shaking it. "Too much."

"Aw." She shuffled back in the armchair. "Okay. You're a beautiful man." She licked her lips again. "You're my lover. And this is turning me on, so the sooner we're done, the sooner I drag you into bed."

Troy bit the inside of his cheek. "Me or you on top?"

"Which would you prefer?"

Troy glanced down at the floor. Shifted his weight from foot to foot. "You, if you go fast. You're teasing me enough already."

"I will ride you raw," she promised. Her eyes were fiery.

Troy stuck out his lip. He couldn't hide the eager twitching of his tail, even if he'd wanted to. There was a lot he was becoming unable to hide. "Okay."

Jennifer kicked off her shoes, parted her lips expectantly.

Troy started to pull his underwear off, lifting it over his slight erection, but she stopped him.

"Don't do that, just drag it down."

"Uh."

"Slowly."

He took a shaky breath and let his briefs settle. Then he caught the band and pushed them down, the elastic dragging against his erect penis until the tension pulled it down. His underwear slid down in one jolt, his penis flicking back up, back erect. Long, pink, not quite so hard it didn't sag slightly.

Jennifer was very busy licking her lips, she'd moved back to the edge of her seat.

He let his briefs slide down to his ankles, kicked them off. Stood there self-consciously, tail winding around his legs.

"Lie down," she said, reaching back. She undid the clasp around her pants' tail loop with a snap.

"Uh, are you really gonna?..."

She grinned again, eyes fixed on her phone's screen. "You are doing this for my benefit, right?"

"Yeah."

"So lie down on the couch."

Troy glanced back. Carefully edged back down. He felt his way along, lowering himself down bit by bit, flicking his tail out of the way before reclining fully. He glanced down at himself, erection painfully obvious. Dry swallowed, looked around the room.

She stood up for a moment. Shoved her pants down, hard, sat back down in just her cotton panties. Lifted up the phone again. Just with one hand. "So we were talking about masturbation."

"We were." He didn't look at her. He didn't look at himself. His eyes flicked from object to object, from the prints on her walls to her rug.

"So tell me more about what kinds of things pop into your head while you're masturbating." One of her hands was dipping between her legs, underneath her panties.

"You aren't really...?"

"I am going to touch myself. If you don't mind."

"No, I mean, you're not going to make me, uhm. ... Jerk off?" He looked away.

Jennifer stopped. "I'm not going to make you do anything." Her tongue darted between her lips. "But I would really, really like to see you come for me, Troy."

Troy pushed himself up on his elbows. "But, that's-"

"Beautiful. You, having an orgasm, for me, is beautiful."

Troy turned his face away from her, ears burning with embarrassment. "It's not. It's really not."

"It is. It really is." She leaned forward, resting her chin on the heel of her hand, phone held up in her fingertips, red light gleaming. She pulled the seat of her underwear to one side, revealing her vagina. "Gonna help if you see me too?"

"Fine." Troy averted his eyes. He shifted his hips, settled his right hand around his penis. It wasn't erect anymore, he was nervous. He ran his fingers along his length, but, nothing.

"Don't worry. I'll fluff you." Jennifer leaned forward, setting her camera down on the coffee table on its edge, carefully, so it was still recording.

"Um. What?" Troy squinted at her.

She kneeled beside the couch and gently moved his hand away. And ducked her head to his crotch.

"Oh, Jesus." Troy's head flopped back as she started, just with a kiss.

Then a lick, and she took him into her mouth and dragged her lips along his shaft. When he stiffened up a little more she pulled up her shirt, and her bra, and pushed forward, pulling his penis between her breasts. She grinned, rocking back and forth, shifting her arms to press her cleavage around him. Her fur dried away the saliva, but after a few moments more of that soft friction his penis started to get damp again, pre-ejaculate trickling down.

"Oh God."

She dipped her nose to the tip of his penis and kissed him, softly, giving him an electric tingle. She scooted back on the floor, legs apart. "Okay. Now I want you to come for me."

Troy looked down at his shivering erection. Slowly, slowly wrapped his right hand around it. He shut his eyes for a moment, forcing himself to breathe. "Jesus."

"Are you going to look at me while you do? Or do you want pictures, or just to think about me?" She lay back, supporting herself on an elbow while pulling her underwear aside again.

"Uhm." He slid his hand up and down his burning flesh. Slowly, to start with, grip loose. "I'm gonna think about, uh. That first time I saw you on stage."

"Yeah? You know what I was doing there, right?" She pressed her fingertips against her vagina, rubbed in slow, slow circles.

"Yeah. You left your bedroom door open that first night we met, and then up on stage you had that doorframe? And you kept talking about guys staring at girls?" His heart rattled against his ribcage. "I felt guilty about sneaking a look at you changing. I didn't realize you wanted me to." He tightened his grip, he hadn't realized his penis got so hot. His fingers were getting a little sticky, but Jennifer probably liked that.

"I was masturbating on stage. I got myself off that night, too. I wanted you so badly. Did you hear me?" Her breath was quick. Her fingers were getting sticky too, and she definitely liked that.

"On stage. Not that first, uh. Uh." Troy forced himself to slow down. He shut his eyes, let go of himself. Resettled on Jennifer's couch, his penis throbbing pleasurably. He gave in, wrapped his fist around himself and pumped again, slowly. "Not that night, but while you were on stage I heard you."

"Did you pleasure yourself, sleeping on that couch back then?" Jennifer smiled hopefully, caught her lip between her teeth. Moved her legs wider, rubbing her clit faster.

"N-No. Making up for it now, though." His eyes darted towards her. Between her legs. He couldn't help it.

"Make eye contact with the camera." She twisted onto her side a little, tail bobbing up and slapping the floor in a slow wag. "So what'd you think of me on stage?" she wheezed, lifting her knee and pausing a moment to spread her labia for him to see.

"Jesus. You want me looking at you or the camera?" Troy tried not to concentrate on the pleasure slipping back and forth inside his fist.

Jennifer bit her lip, bringing her knees together. "Camera. So I can make eye contact with you later." She almost sounded ashamed. Not quite. Almost. Her hand was very busy, squeezed between her thighs. "Me on stage. Talk about me on stage."

Troy shut his eyes for a moment, dragging in a shaking breath. He opened his eyelids just a little, glancing at her phone on the coffee table. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world." He slowed a little, clutching the base of his penis for a moment, wet glans glistening in plain sight. "I could not take my eyes off you, I wanted to see behind that door when you started touching yourself, and I was desperate to touch you."

Jennifer was quiet. Very quiet, flanks shaking, holding her breath, watching him oh so closely while her wrist twisted frantically, tail slapping against the rug over and over.

Fist pounding again, he dragged his eyes back to the camera. Squeezed himself hard, worked himself fast, friction almost numbing him. Almost, because all he could feel was a burning need. He let out a yelp, leg twitching, hips shaking, felt himself shake and spasm, one quick spurt. One quick spurt that wrapped him up in knots inside and left him trembling, trembling and groaning with a moist heat inside him, and on the fur of his belly.

White spots in his black fur.

Jennifer whined, body trembling, eyes fixed on him. Whined, and whimpered, and slowed, and slowed, and breathed out long and slow.

Troy slowly slackened his hand, eyes flicking between her and her camera. Her camera. "I love you," he whispered. He rolled to his side and leaned toward the camera. "And I love coming for you."

Jennifer struggled to sit up for a moment. Gasped down breath, though, and slowly reached out for her phone. "That was really good." She dragged herself next to the couch, thumbing the controls. She ducked her head towards Troy's, pecked him on the lips.

He pecked back, almost reached out to draw her closer but realized his hands were a mess. "Uhm. Thank you."

"Thank you. You're sure you're okay with this?" She turned the phone over. The save interface was highlighted. A small thumbnail of him, nude on the couch.

Troy bit his lip, and knuckled 'save' for her. "Yeah. I think I am."

"Okay. Let's get you cleaned up."

"I thought you were gonna ride me raw."

"Think you're going to recover that fast?"

"I'm just saying..."

"Yeah but if I drag you into the shower now that leaves the whole afternoon free for making us need another shower."

"You have a strong argument, but I think I've got a stronger one."

"Troy. Let me get them off first if you're going to do that. And let me put the camera back on..."

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