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~The following story contains graphic sexual content including the following subjects:~

~Shemales â€" Cunnyboys â€" Premature Ejaculation (hermaphrodite was chosen as a tag because none of these tags were available.)~

~Reader discretion is advised~

          When the taxi pulled up to the building on the edge of the cliff, Vince's heart skipped a few beats from pure and simple awe. He clutched his duffle bag strap and gulped firmly, blinking a few times to make sure he was seeing what was really there. The driver, a middle aged goat, put the car in park, turned his head, and nodded to the leopardtiger.

          "Out ya go. This is yer stop..." He said gruffly.

          "O-Oh, right, sorry. How much do I owe you?" Vince asked, pulling out his wallet and opening it.

          "Nuthin'. All been taken care of already. Hop out, and have a good life..." The cabby replied, grinning widely and turning back to the wheel. The feline blinked and stuffed his wallet back into his pocket before stepping out into the brilliant sun.

          Outside, Vince would have admired a truly perfect cloudless sky, but his eyes were fixed on the structure spanning out before him. Could it really be described as a single structure though? It was easily the size of a town. Vince stood on the cobblestone path leading up to the apparent entrance and looked the place over in detail.

          The best way to equate the monstrosity would be to compare it to a castle; but this building was infinitely larger than any Vince had ever seen, even in books and movies. Huge towers pierced the sky in all directions, sprouting up from the stone building like testaments of greatness. They were countless in number and each was a different size and height than the others. Vince couldn't begin to count the window lining the immense walls of the castle, and he expected that there were even denser clusters of rooms in the areas that disappeared in the distance, obscured from his vision.

          The leopardtiger took a deep breath and started the hike to the front door. There were several flights of stairs leading up to the entrance, and the stone working was masterful and aged. Trees and other assorted flora grew anywhere there wasn't paving, and vines and flowers sprouted up from the cracks and seams of the stone. When he finally reached the massive wooden doors under an even more intimidating stone archway, a smaller, almost normal sized door that had been built into one of the larger ones opened.

          "Vincent Emeraldland? You've been expected. I trust your flight wasn't too bad?" The voice came from an emerging otter, about mid twenties and dressed in fine, expensive looking clothing. He was stout, a bit plump, and kind looking. Vince thought he looked quite cute. "I'm Windfall, it's nice to meet you."

          Vince blinked and smiled, stumbling up with his heavy bag and extending a paw. The otter took it firmly and gave it an approving shake. Vince was panting slightly from the long walk, but he was fairly fit and exercised regularly, so he imagined he faired pretty well compared to others that might have taken the same path.

          "Call me Talon. It's my middle name." Vince said with a smile, releasing the other male's paw. The feline took a look at the front of the place again. "I've never seen anything this big before in my life...It's incredible..."

          "Yes, well over the decades the estate has gone under so many renovations and extensions...It's only going to get bigger!" Windfall said, stepping to the side a bit and holding out an arm as an invitation inside. Vince nodded briefly and stepped through the doorway into the interior.

          Inside, the castle was much more modern than Vince had expected. As the otter silently led him down halls, up stairs, and across vast landings, the feline noticed the stone walls and wooden floors looked much more recent; and the furniture was much more up to date than he had assumed. He decided he should refrain from questions, being shy by nature, and reserve his curiosities for a more appropriate time. It was certainly an interesting tour while it lasted, even with the awkward quietness, but the pair didn't have to travel long before Windfall stopped outside an elaborate and isolated door.

          "Okay, I'm sure we're moving fast here, but Mr. Clovers is a busy man. Even though we have over a thousand employees in the facility, he still insists on meeting each potential candidate personally. In you go, and I hope to see you around!" With that, Windfall knocked three times and opened the door, pushing it forward and leading Vince in. The otter left and closed the door directly, leaving the leopardtiger by himself.

          The room was an almost comically big office, about the size of a basketball court. There was a lavish fountain beside the door to the right, and most of the parallel wall was a massive window, built into the stone itself. It overlooked the wild forest that grew around the building, and Vince could see the castle spanning back and curving over the hills. Even just this part that he could see was easily miles long; a seemingly endless stone serpent that snaked into the distance.

          Talon became aware than he wasn't the only one in the room, and he didn't know how he noticed the window before the shouting coming from the far side of the room. Across the open space in the center of the room, leaning against an expensive looking executive desk, leaned a tall, handsome husky of black and white fur. One of his paws was tucked under the armpit of his fine, business suit, while the other was near his muzzle, a cigarette burning between his fore and middle finger. One of his footpaws was resting over the other, and his tall, toned body was nearly rock like in its stillness.

          To the man's right stood an angry looking rabbit; white furred and much shorter than the male. She too was dressed nicely, but not nearly to the degree of the canine. She was pointing an accusing finger at the male, a tape recorder in her other paw. She was pretty, slender, and curved nicely around the hips and bottom, with average sized breasts tucked neatly in her blouse. The rabbit had a velvety smoothness to her voice, even as she was shouting at the calm and collected man.

          "I can't believe you actually are allowed to keep this up, Clovers!" She growled. "I mean, it's not enough that you're running a colony of deviants out here, but you make it a tourist attraction!"

          The husky nodded softly and took a long drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air. Vince couldn't tell from where he was standing, but the husky looked like he had two different colored eyes; one brown, one icy blue. Maybe he just always assumed that huskies had this feature, and his mind was playing tricks on him. He never the less stayed rooted to the spot near the entrance to the room, not daring to move.

          "That's one way to look at it, if you're closed minded enough..." The man replied. His tone was calm and deliberate, deep and dignified. "I would call it more of a...celebration of affection...Or maybe a haven for sensuality..."

          "Bullshit. It's depraved is what it is...Not only do you have no shame, but neither do your employees. Employees, might I add, that have been brainwashed into staying here and...and..." Her face turned into an expression of revulsion. "...changing..."

          "I have to disagree with that, Ms. Allens. What they were before isn't what they've always been..."

          "Stop that. I'm tired of the way you talk; always a puzzle or nonsensical riddle. You're going to have to face the fact that you can't keep this up forever. Someday, someone will shut this madness down!" She growled.

          "I get the impression that you've somehow been personally affected by my establishment. I'll have to apologize if that's the case. I strive for complete customer satisfaction...But I don't think that it has to do with you, hmm?"

          The rabbit looked exasperated. She looked away and noticed Vince standing by the door, and the feline tensed, nervously twitching his tail. She looked back at the male and folded her arms across her chest. Vince heard the recorder click.

          "Another victim of you poisonous world of filth?" She asked, inclining her head towards Vince briefly.

          "No, no...You're the one suffering in filth, my dear. This person is merely coming home." The husky smirked and nodded to Vince, who felt anxious and uncomfortable at the exchange. "And, as much as I hate to do so, I'll have to end our little interview here. I've arranged for you to have a suite close by, away from all the deviancy you loathe so. I'd be happy to spend more time with you tomorrow."

          "This is far from over, Clovers..." The rabbit grumbled, turning to walk towards Vince.

          "No, I suspect it'll go on for centuries and centuries...as long as I can keep it going, my dear..."

          "What?" The rabbit had an annoyed and perplexed look on her face, but she kept walking, half glancing back.

          "Nothing at all, madam...and everything." The male hit a button on his desk and a soft ringing sound came from the hall for a moment. A female skunk appeared moments later in the still open doorway behind the feline. She was dressed in a strange, blue and pink maid outfit, but somehow it looked more casual than its traditional counterpart. The rabbit walked right past Vince, and he thought she gave him a disgusted look. He could feel her coldness.

          "I'll show you to your room, Ms. Allens. Do you need anything? Are you hungry?" The skunk asked as they disappeared out of the room and out of earshot.

          "Well then, you must be Vincent Talon Emeraldland, yes?" The husky asked, standing up straight and walking behind his desk. As he stood, Vince realized just how tall he really was and it made him all the more intimidated. He nodded when he was sure the canine was looking at him. "Good, good. It's great to see you, wonderful. I'm Alexander Clovers, the owner of what you see...well, pretty much all around you. But I guess that's not entirely true."

          He smiled warmly and gestured to a plush chair across the desk from him, at a slight angle. Vincent walked toward him. The floor was covered in an expensive looking, massive rug, and the leopardtiger could feel its amazing softness even through his shoes. Talon felt wrong inside just walking over it; as if it weren't meant to be touched, let alone strolled over. It took more paces to get to the chair than Vince had thought, but eventually he found himself sitting in it and looking at the husky, who had sat down in a similar chair on the other side of the desk. His eyes really were different colors, and his gaze was powerful as he looked into Vince's soul.

          "Would you like a drink? Fresh fruit? Coffee?" Clovers asked, smiling despite his overawing stare. Vince shook his head slowly. He was actually quite hungry all the sudden.

          "Very well, maybe later. Well, definitely later...I'm glad to see my invitation arrived with no trouble." Alexander said, dashing out his cigarette in an ashtray to his left. Vince thought of the letter in his duffel bag. He had received it in the mail a few weeks prior and was astonished by the quality of the note itself. The paper was thick and green, expensive looking and carefully produced. The ink was handwritten in purple, shiny ink. There wasn't much to the text, but Vince could recall it by heart, having read it over and over so many times.

_Vincent Talon Emeraldland

This is an official invitation to join our community for the period of seven days.

We have already arranged transport and accommodations for your stay, free of charge.

If, after seven days, you wish to become a permanent part of what we do,

the option will be available to you.

You have a special talent that can be nurtured here. It would be a shame to waste it.

On April 12th, 2003 at 8:00 am, a plane will leave from Darlingville Regional Airport

and will fly to our establishment. If you decide to take us up on our offer, a ticket will be

waiting for you there. Go or stay, we wish you all the best.

The Estate_

          He had heard of the Estate quite a while before he received the letter. As he did more research about the place, the more his curiosity grew. What had started at first to be a castle on an isolated island dedicated to sex and sensuality had grown into a massive community, miles long and wide. It was, quite literally, a city. The Estate was still a single building, but it had been renovated, altered, and expanded until it had reached its current extraordinary size. Walls, towers, boarding dorms, kitchens, and everything in between made up the structure, and it made Vince wonder how long it had taken for the thing to have gotten so incredibly large.

          The purpose of the place had been met with so much controversy and debate back home, and Vince had trouble accepting that it even existed. As far as he knew, it was a place for people to go and experience unrestrained intimacy and sexual exploration. Some of his friends had spoken of it, even though none of them had ever been to the place of course, as if it were a cancer; others talked about it dreamily, as if it were the perfect fantasy place that they yearned to explore one day in their short lives. Vince leaned more toward the later.

          It was nearly impossible to get to without a ridiculous amount of money. It was actually free to visit, and the rooms in the Estate were also complimentary for one week periods every six months, but the waiting list was so vast and long that if you didn't buy your way up it, you were destined to swim at the bottom. Vince was on the list...somewhere in the late millions.

          "Y-Yeah, I was pretty surprised to get it..." Vince surprised himself by speaking; he hadn't really been thinking about saying anything at all. It even took him a moment to realize he was talking about the letter. Clovers smiled and nodded, pulling out another cigarette.

          "Do you mind if I smoke?" He asked, and the feline shook his head. The canine lit the end and leaned back cooly in his chair. "Well, we're always looking for new friends here. Wether they be just that, or something more...Oh, you don't need to be uneasy around me, I'm quite friendly. I know I have an intimidating air about me. I can't help it; I never could."

          Vincent relaxed a bit, as if he were commanded to do so. He flicked his tail nervously, but he felt less tense. "I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not used to this sort of thing. The most extravagant vacation I've ever had was a motel by the beach, which is about two hours from my house..."

          Alexander smiled and took a drag off his cigarette. "It's not a problem. Over the many, many years we've been here, I can't remember a single visitor that hadn't been fazed by this place..." he waved his paw and looked around. "But I hope for you it's a good feeling of anxiety."

          "I'm sorry, but why did you invite me here?" Again, the leopardtiger wasn't expecting himself to say it, but it kept hovering in the background of his mind.

          "Hmm? Because you're special...I feel like you belong here...But that's just my thoughts. You're in control of yourself. If you don't want to stay, I can certainly arrange for a flight back." He said it with a kind smile and gentle words, but Vince felt like he had offended the husky and immediately regretted his words.

          "No! No, it's not that...I'm just...I don't know why you think I'm special..." He said.

          "Because you are, and I'm sure you know it. Well, I'm sure you think it's a flaw. I wouldn't blame you, being brought up in such an intolerant world." Clovers said softly. Vince could hear the bitterness in the last few words.

          Vince blushed, and realized he was getting an erection, quite suddenly and quite quickly. He adjusted himself and folded his ears, trying to look natural. In a matter of seconds his manhood had filled with blood, becoming hard and turgid, twitching under his pants. He whimpered softly. Why did it have to happen now of all times and places?

          Alexander was quiet for a few moments. He asked Vince a series of questions, some that the feline expected, others he didn't. Clovers had a strange way about him, and caught Vince off guard with the way he talked, and what he talked about. One moment he was asking the hybrid where he grew up and what his hobbies were, and the next he wanted to know what kind of weather took place the time he was born. He wanted to know his favorite foods, his happiest memory, what season it was when he learned to drive. The whole time, Talon was wrestling with his willpower, on the urge of orgasm without even being aroused mentally. He kept feeling it approach, and he had to dedicate all his nerve to stop himself from spurting in his pants.

          "I hope that your stay here enlightens you and helps you understand yourself better. I hope, even if you decide to leave us, that you discover what you can offer." Clovers went on. He had turned to look out the window appreciatively. It had started to rain.

          Vince could no longer paying attention. His cock was throbbing and flexing like crazy and had already leaked enough pre to discolor the crotch of his pants. It wouldn't be long, and he had to get out of there before it happened. He didn't want to be rude though, and had to choose his words carefully, and try very hard concentrate on speaking them.

          "C-Can...I be excused? I need...to go to the b-bathroom..." He stammered, breathing deeply and feeling it approaching. The husky looked at him appraisingly and nodded.

          "Oh course, it's just left out of the door and around the corner. There are signs. Please, come back when you're through." Alexander said, looking at him more intently now.

          Vince stood shakily, but only got halfway out of the seat before he could hold out no longer. He gasped and clenched his eyes shut, moaning loudly as his erection erupted. He felt the hot cum spurt into his boxers, over and over again in pulsing bursts. He looked down wearily to see it was leaking through his pants, and he felt the heat and stickiness drool down his leg. Like all of his orgasms, it took a while and produced quite a bit of seed. In the same instance, beyond the wall behind Clovers, two simultaneous moans belted out, almost inaudibly, a male and a female.

          There was a long moment of silence, and Vince couldn't bring himself to look at his host. He could smell his musk in the air and streaks of dark wetness covered his crotch. It was all over his genitals, and the cooling river had moved down his leg and had almost reached his sock. He was rubbing his puffy tail roughly in his paws, ashamed. He ventured a look to Clovers, expecting an appalled expression, but instead found a look of interest and understanding.

          "Exactly..." He said with a grin. "I'm glad to see you understand...Let's get you cleaned up..." He stood up and put out his cigarette, walking over to wrap an arm around the newcomer's shoulders. Vince was confused and frazzled. Why hadn't the husky been upset or at least taken aback by the spectacle? Being this close to him made the feline even more nervous too. He was powerful and warm, somehow inviting.

          Alexander walked him towards the door, a smile on his muzzle. Vince was perplexed, more than anything else, at the last few words the canine had said, and they stayed with him for hours after.

          "I'll show you to your room, Ms. Allens. Do you need anything? Are you hungry?" Rachel asked with a smile. She had heard about the rodent before; about how much she hated the Estate and longed to see it destroyed forever. The skunk couldn't understand why someone would want a wonderful and loving place like the Estate to be dashed out, but she certainly didn't want to ask.

          Rachel had been working at the Estate for seven years, and she wouldn't trade her employment for anything. It was a dream job for someone like her. She could never get enough of other people enjoying themselves. Her life before the Estate had been dark and depressing, a horrible affair she would wish on no one. She hated for people to be unhappy, and this place only generated affection and joy. The exception, of course, was Ms. Allens.

          "No, I've lost my appetite. How far is it?" She replied bitterly. Rachel winced at the poison in her voice, twitching as if she had just been pricked with a needle. The rabbit wasn't looking at her; only staring straight ahead with her arms folded.

          "N-Not far, just up these stairs and to the right, room ES34..."

          "Okay, I'll find it. Can I have the key?" She said sharply, turning and holding out her paw.

          "Yes, of course...here you are. Just call if you-" But she was gone, disappearing up the stairs and leaving the skunk alone in the hall. She sighed and brushed the white, shiny hair from her pretty face. She hated confrontation. She was supposed to follow the guest up and explain the features of the room, but she just wanted it all to be over.

          She reached into a pocket in her puffy dress uniform and pulled out her PDA. It was an expensive piece of technology, with a wood finish on the back and golden, curly letters reading "The Estate" at the top and "Employee # 3875 â€" Rachel McRegan" underneath. She pushed a few buttons on the front and the time displayed itself. She still had three hours left in her shift.

          One of her weakest attributes was how much negative situations affected her. Anytime it would happen, she needed a break; a distraction to center her head back to happy thoughts. She had already taken a break earlier, her hour lunch, but she still had a fifteen minute one at her disposal. She immediately thought of Eric, and her crotch warmed slightly. She smiled and blushed, quickly stuffing the PDA in her pocket again and trotting off to the local kitchen.

          There were exactly 239 kitchens in the Estate, and each had 150 workstations for the cooks. The kitchens were manned around the clock. Clean, well kept, and filled all the time with expert chefs, the kitchens of the Estate were world renowned for excellent cuisine at any time of day. Rachel had been in a handful of the kitchens across the community, and found them all to be identical, save for the employees in each.

          She walked quickly through the rows of stainless steel countertops and hanging utensils, surrounded by the sounds of chopping, sizzling, and clinking. Her nose was assaulted with different and delicious smelling foods, and her stomach grumbled, whining to her. It wasn't long until she reached station 27.

          "Eric, honey..." She said softly, smiling and putting her paws behind her back. The dark furred wolf's ears turned up, and he turned from the grill he was cleaning. He was a handsome canine, with long, sharp looking fur covering his flesh. He was about two feet taller than Rachel, but she was a short skunk as it were. He was Rachel's mate, and upon seeing her, he smiled warmly.

          "Hey! How are you?" He asked, turning his powerful body to the grill and scraping at the caked on grease and food that had stuck to the surface. He was still looking over his shoulder at her as he cleaned. His white uniform always looked too tight on his muscled frame, but it showed off his toned body more, which Rachel enjoyed. "I'm just cleaning up. I've got about fifteen minutes left, I'd say. Wait, isn't today your later shift?"

          He looked back at her more closely, watching her nod softly. "Yeah...I've got a few more hours...But I was hoping you could join me on my fifteen..." Usually their schedules lined up so that they could leave work together, but once a week her shift didn't match his own. She stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms across his lower chest, squeezing him softly and whispering, "I'm horny..."

          He tensed at this, and murred, chuckling softly. "Hmm, I see...but we just had sex this morning...you're going to wear me out. I'm so sore already..." He said. This was the game. She would want him intimately, and he would tease her, she would pout cutely, and they would do play with each other. "Besides, I still have to clean this stuff up..."

          "Come on, you can leave it...I need you. I'm so worked up..." She whined, rubbing at his tummy.

          "It's cool Eric, I'll clean it for you..." The voice was feminine and came from station 28. It was Unity, a suave female lynx with a sort of punkish quality to her. She wore her uniform open in the front, exposing her cleavage. Rachel liked her; the feline was always nice and direct. She was a lesbian, mated to Rachel's best friend Julia, who she worked most of her shifts with in the executive suite halls.

          "Well...Okay. Still, I think you need to try and cool it a bit, love. You're going to make me raw if you keep this up." Eric said, turning from his station and embracing Rachel tenderly. "Thanks U. I owe you."

          The lynx shrugged with a smirk and moved to his station, continuing where he left off as the couple strolled out of the busy kitchen. When they were in the hall, Rachel pulled him along briskly, the wolf trotting in tow. He was much too strong to be dragged around against his will, but Rachel knew the canine wanted her to lead him to their room. She wasn't heading where he probably thought though. She veered off to the left, approaching a woman's bathroom and opening the door. She was tugging at him to get him to follow.

          "Hey, I can wait out here..." He said, standing put. She growled softly in response and tugged again. A look of realization spread across his face and she smiled with a blush. "Wow, you really can't wait, till we get to the room? You're that horned up?"

          She nodded and blushed deeper, bashfully. He shook his head, grinning slightly, and walked into the tiled interior. After they were both in and she confirmed they were alone, she locked the door. It was a small bathroom, with only four stalls, each opened. The counter that held the two sinks were opposite the stalls, and a mirror took up most of the space above the basins. Rachel smiled and pulled out her PDA and typing her password into the time clock screen to signal the start of her break. She stuffed it into her dress again and threw herself against her mate's chest, hugging him affectionately against the sink counter.

          "I had to escort this angry bunny to her room...She hated me, I could tell. She hates this whole place..." She muttered, nosing at his firm chest and enjoying his warmth. He wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled in more.

          "Aww, I'm sorry sweety...I love you, so there. I can help you forget about mean rabbits..." Eric murred, moving her away from him a bit. He reached down and fumbled with the large belt around her curvy hips. The uniform was two piece; the top being more like a frilly blouse, the bottom being a wide dress that stopped just under her knees.

          When he had managed to open the waistline of her dress, he slipped a paw inside and murred. Rachel moaned softly and blushed again as he fondled her crotch with those strong paws. "Oh, wow. You are worked up..."

          She nodded and helped him pull down her dress until it was off, and she kicked it aside. Eric pulled his paw out of her panties and licked the juices from his fingers, murring. She smiled at him and he grinned back. He was getting aroused too, she could tell. She looked down at her panties and saw how tight they were stretched.

          Her erection, which was easily ten inches long, was tenting the fabric of her silky panties to the point where she could look right into the stretched open waistline and see most of the pink muscle. The tip of the distended crotch was off color; darkened with her precum. Eric reached in again and gripped it at the base, making her squeak and hump softly at his paw, the flesh tightening appreciatively at his touch.

          Being a shemale, particularly a well endowed shemale, was the source of most of her troubles early in her life. She was teased, harassed, and beaten up on more than one occasion for being different. Even her mother and father seemed despondent and cold to her through her childhood, always favoring her other siblings over herself. Here, in the Estate, she was accepted, and she had a loving mate who adored her, and she adored him.

          "I don't think you'll last very long..." Eric murred softly, leaning down to nuzzle her ear with his long muzzle. She closed her eyes and panted softly, bucking into his paw as it teased her maleness, moving much too slow for her tastes. He added to her pleasure by fondling one of her large breasts through her top, the skunk whining in pleasure. "Do you want me to suck you off, or...?"

          She shook her head quickly and worked at his uniform with shaky paws, undoing each button on the front until his dress pants and black muscle tee were exposed. His jet black fur spilled out from the tight garment, and she admired his abs through the cloth before working at his fly. He blinked and tensed slightly.

          "H-Hey, calm down...Do we really have time for-" He said softly, arms up and out a little as she worked over his body.

          "Yeah, I promise I'll make it quick. I need it..." She said quickly. Her member had found its way out of her panties, glistening in the lights of the bathroom. It was dripping with her lust. Eventually, she managed to get his pants down, reveling his deep blue boxers. She leaned down and took in a deep breath of his crotch, and he growled lowly in response. The crotch of his boxers were damp, and Rachel eagerly nosed between his legs.

          He gasped out and shivered from eartip to toe, spreading his legs for her to explore. Her nose found no lump of masculinity, but instead pressed against the small valley of his vagina. His scent was so powerful here at his mound, and the hidden lips leaked onto her probing nose. She nuzzled his cunny through his boxers for a moment, savoring the eroticism.

          They were perfect for each other, as far as Rachel was concerned. She was a shemale, he was a cunnyboy. This was a good enough reason. The skunk, however, didn't care what was between his legs. She loved him for so many other reasons that their genders were such a distant factor that it almost seemed a moot point. They met three years ago, and had been together sense. They had had some rough patches, but they always overcame the difficult parts.

          "We should get started...I doubt you have much time left." Eric said, gently running his claws through her silky hair. Rachel reluctantly got to her feet, letting one of her paws venture to her needy shaft to give its thick base a few hard strokes. It was strange; she hadn't thought she had been this horny before they slipped into the bathroom. She was much more turned on than she usually was, and Eric's cunt was much hotter and more saturated than it had been in a long while. Her manhood was also leaking a startling amount of pre.

          Eric pulled his boxers down and Rachel licked her lips at the sight of his naked crotch. That tuft of fur above his folds begged her to reach over and palm it, allowing hir fingers to push into him; to milk moans of pleasure out of him. She resisted the urge though, because he was right. They had precious little time. The wolf turned around and leaned over the sink, hiking his tail up and sliding his legs apart to lower his rear. Because Rachel was so much shorter than he was, this was the best way to mate with him if they couldn't lay down. He had gotten quite good at splits over time.

          Eagerly, she moved behind him, rubbing sensually at his tailbase a few times, her mushroomed tip hovering inches outside his female canal. He looked at her in the mirror with a lusty smile, pushed back, and groaned as a few inches of dick sunk inside him. Rachel shivered and bit her lip, both paws gripping his hips now. She held her position for a second, looking down to see her veiny shaft throb between his curtains. It was so moist there...dripping with her pre and his vaginal juices. She heard his claws scrape at the marble countertop and his face was contorted in a look of pleasure.

          "Nngh...Deeper..." He growled, pushing back as she thrust forward. They moaned in unison and Rachel quivered all over when his walls clenched wetly around her, hungry for more. The deeper she went, the tighter and hotter he felt, and he was right, she wouldn't last long. For some reason, they were both much more wound up than normal. Everything felt hyper sensitive. Rachel watched the wolf bare his teeth and screw his eyes shut during the final stretch, her cock finally stuffed completely inside his rippling cunny. She hugged his abs tightly and breathed hot puffs of air into the thick pelt on his back. The skunk let herself drill into his backside, pumping in and out of him with gradually increasing speed.

          "I-It feels so great..." She whined, digging her claws into his stomach softly. He nodded slowly, his panting fogging up the mirror. She flexed her dick to watch his muscles tense and loosen, to feel his sex pull softly and sensually at her.

          "Yeah...even better than usual..." He murred, arching his back to push his powerful rear against her. "I love you...I-I'm close..."

          Her thrusting became feral and erratic and there was nothing she could do to control it better, knowing her orgasm was just around the corner. It was a curious sensation, in the heat of the union. Rachel couldn't ignore how much tighter Eric felt. He was warmer and his folds were saturated with nectar; she could feel the overflow soaking her crotch and it only made it that much harder to stave back her climax. Finally, she crossed the point of no return.

          It was the wolf that came first, but it was only by a second or two. The very instant he howled out and clamped down around Rachel's tool, smothering it with a fountain of wet heat, the skunk burst inside him. The yelled out passionately together; the cunnyboy gripping the counter's edge, the skunk holding him around the middle with all her strength. Jets of steamy spunk bore into Eric's femme tunnel, filling it surprisingly quickly and then spilling back out with nearly the same force that the shemale's cock was exhibiting.

          There was so much semen. Rachel estimated, by the sound of it spattering out along the tile below when there was no more room in Eric's mound, that it was at least twice her typical amount. Eric was coming down into afterglow from the sexual high and was rubbing the area just above his sex. Rachel guessed he was feeling an abnormal pressure there, what with taking such an overdose of skunk jizz straight up his muff. He was surprised too, she could tell.

          "Mmmm, that was just the break I needed..." The skunk mewed, pulling herself free of him with a wet slurping noise. He tensed up every time she dislodged, and always had a funny expression on his face. Rachel giggled at it in the mirror, looking over his shoulder. He looked like someone unexpectedly slid an ice cube down the back of his shirt, but only for a moment. She blushed when more of her load leaked out of him and joined the large puddle on the floor. It was even thicker than usual too.

          Eric turned around and embraced her to his chest. She murred deeply and nuzzled him affectionately. She probably only had a few minutes left on her break, and she knew she would have to clean the mess they had made. Resisting the urge to spend the rest of her downtime glued to his body, she broke the hug and smiled up at him. "I should really clean up and get dressed..."

          Rachel went to work cleaning his crotch and legs with a moist paper towel. He murred and rubbed her ears and hair while she did; Rachel knew he loved it when she did this for him, which was almost every time they made love, save for a few times that she was just too tired. After his sex was free of any evidence of spunk, she went to her own crotch, followed by the floor. The whole bathroom smelled like sex, even after she gave it her detailed cleaning.

          "Rachel...I wanted to ask you..." Eric was putting on his pants. "Did you hear someone else moan out when we...you know, came?"

          The shemale looked at him, perplexed. The hem of her dress was wrapped around her legs, just under the bulge in her panties where she had stopped pulling it up. It was a strange thing to ask, but when she really thought on it, he was right. She hadn't really noticed it before because she was concentrating on her strangely strong orgasm. Once she reflected on it, however, she knew he was right; someone had joined them in their howls of bliss. It had come from behind mirror, maybe a room or two away, but it had happened. "Actually...yeah, now that you mention it...But there are always moans and yells and grunts coming from all over the place here...I'm sure it was just a coincidence."

          Eric nodded slowly, looking around in the corners of the room. It was like he was looking for cameras or something. She smiled and ran her palm down his arm. "Relax, nobody is watching us. Go back to the room, I'll be there in a few hours and we can watch a movie or something."

          Eric smiled and kissed her forehead, hugging her one last time before letting go. The wolf had always been paranoid about people watching him. It was times like this that Rachel saw a part of him that she rarely witnessed. The part of him that was scared, helpless...The only time he wasn't confident and masculine. He looked around again, briefly, and pulled the skunks dress up over her maleness, tucking it back into the frills. He even fastened the belt for her.

          "Okay babe. I'll see you in a bit..."

To be continued...