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TJ rose from his chair as his relatively small crew all continued laughing like hyenas, even his hyena cameraman, James, couldn't help but indulge his own species stereotype as he cackled in a silly manner. TJ jogged lightly on over to Amy's side as his stuntman still loomed over her in a veiled, shadowy cloak. \n\n\"Ah, there we go Amy, upsy-daisy!\" TJ said with a smile on his face as he helped brush the sand off of her shapely butt.\n\n\"Uuurgh! I'm sorry TJ, I got careless, it won't happen again!\" She said angrily, as she stared at the ground, ashamed of her own mistake.\n\n\"Hey, come on now, don't be so hard on yourself, it happens to everyone!\" TJ said with a re-assuring smile as he looked into the vixen's cute eyes.\n\n\"But i'm supposed to be a professional!\" Amy yelled unintentionally, as she looked reluctantly up into his eyes.\n\nTJ was taken back slightly at how loud her voice got, jumping slightly at the suddenness of it. \nAmy realized how loud she'd just been as she tried to reel her voice back down to a normal level.\n\n\"I'm so sorry, it's just that, you know this is the first acting job i've gotten. Acting is my life, my passion, and I've gotta make a good first impression with this movie! If i don't, then it's good night Irene to my acting career, and I can't go back home to Cleveland a failure! I mean, you guys are probably gonna say it was a waste of money for me to join you on the flight from Cleveland to shoot here! You're probably gonna write this up, aren't you? You're gonna tell the executive at the studio that I was unprofessional and...\"\n\nAmy found herself cut off from her nervous, doubt filled ramble when the tall jackal suddenly wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled her into a big, warm hug. Amy was completely unprepared for this, as her agent had told her that most directors are cold and ruthless in the movie business, and even the ones that aren't don't show affection. But here she was, on a beach next to swaying palm trees in the beautiful island of Maui, being embraced by her director. A guy who was supposed to film her being taken to a camp full of naked, swaying jungle cannibals who were gonna offer her the remains of her butchered friends as tribute. \n\n\"Shhhh, it's okay.\" TJ said gently into her ear. \" Do you have any idea how many times i let the boom mic into the shot in my first two films?\" TJ said with an embarrassing chuckle as he pulled away from the embrace. \"Too many times.\" \n\n\"It's true!\" Came the high pitched voice of Paige Fenech, who stood with her own bullhorn next to James the cameraman. \"I think Dolemite actually had less boom mics in the shot than in \"Driller\" and \"Strip nude and die!\" Paige yelled through the horn, a teasing glint of cruelty in her eye.\n\nTJ glared at Paige with annoyed eyes at her remark. Despite his willingness to admit his own faults, every man had his limits on what he wanted to admit.\n\n\"Thank you, Paige!\" TJ yelled with pure sarcasm back to his kinda-girlfriend. \"You don't have to be perfect, Amy...\"\n\n\"And wasn't your penis in the shot at one point?!\" She yelled through the bullhorn again, interrupting him.\n\n“Thank…you….Paige…. again!” He yelled back.\n\nAmy now found herself giggling under her breath, which, despite her best efforts, TJ saw.\n\nTJ dipped his head down and began laughing, trying to hide his reddening cheeks from his actress, with minimal success. Despite his own mile wide exhibitionist streak, he still found it embarrassing when his junk was seen without his knowledge, let alone on his first film, which made him all the more sympathetic to Amy’s plight. He remembered when he was a teenager, freshly kicked out of his parents' house for his rather “sinful” behavior, and answering an ad for a cameraman, hoping to accomplish his dream of making exploitation horror films for the rest of his life. Now, at age twenty five, he was gonna make sure this talented young actress from his old neighborhood would get her chance, too, even though her dreams of making it big in Hollywood were more illustrious than his dream of making low budget exploitation films from a small studio in Cleveland for the drive-in theater and direct to dvd market.\n\n“Don’t worry, Amy, you’ll get it right tomorrow, I know you can do it! But as for tonight, though.” He paused and turned around to pick up his bullhorn, facing his crew as they looked at him and mingled in the back behind the cameras and lighting equipment. “Alright, guys, that’s a wrap for tonight! We’ll resume shooting this scene tomorrow night, let’s pack it up!” TJ yelled to his crew.\n\n“And as for you…!” TJ spoke into the bullhorn, looking squarely and lasciviously at Paige, his eyes full of pent up lust. Paige merely chuckled slightly as she pulled her green tank top up slightly, revealing the under part of her sexy red bikini top. TJ giggled nastily as he shot her a dirty, playful grin, a slight bit of saliva dripping through his razor sharp teeth.\n\nAmy rubbed her neck awkwardly as she watched her director grin lustfully at his busty hybrid gal pal, his muscled chest heaving with savage anticipation at the kinky night that was ahead for both of them. Even though Amy had been warned about how horny her director was, as well as how blatant and unsubtle he was about his escapades, she still found it odd just how much they were all over each other in between shooting scenes. In fact, she was pretty sure that she’d heard them going at in the ladies shower room at the motel they were all staying at. \n\nSuddenly, TJ broke his piercing, borderline predatorily lustful smile at Paige and turned back towards Amy, his gentle smile and friendly, non horny demeanor returning in the flash of an eye. \n\n“Anyway, are you going back to the hotel for the night, or would you like to come to the party over there? It’ll be Paige and I’s treat, if you want.” TJ said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder as he did so.\n\nAmy cast a glance over at the party occurring on the other side of the beach, loud, tropical music blaring at the tiki bar with a few dozen people dancing amid tiki torches and fire performers.\n\n“Well, um, I’d like to, TJ, but I’m only eighteen, so I can’t have any alcohol. I think I’ll just return to the motel tonight, take a shower and watch some re-runs of Gilligan’s Island.” Amy said, her thoughts turning to the shenanigans Gilligan and crew.\n\n“Alright, Amy, but remember to be here by 5:00 P.M. tomorrow. It’s a big scene in the movie, and we’ve gotta have it wrapped tomorrow. So come witcha game face on, alright?” TJ said in a mock Jersey accent.\n\nAmy laughed slightly at the fake accent as TJ smiled and ran off towards Paige, picking her up in his arms as she screamed and laughed before setting her down. TJ then proceeded to Pull Paige’s head toward hers, locking their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. TJ wrapped his arms around her waist as a soft, deep moan emitted from her cherry red lips, driving TJ’s mind further into delirious ecstasy. He began fondling her shapely backside, feeling the softness even through her tight blue jeans. 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Standing there was a short, chubby mouse guy with a notepad in one hand and a pencil and large clipboard in the other, he was clad in a grey business suit and sporting a green tie. It was Martin Kitross, his rather emotionless and sturdy production assistant, though he was more like a male secretary, as he helped him keep track of production schedule. And he wasn’t much of a fan of TJ’s perverted ways, nor his rather limited commitment to wearing clothing. \n\n“Hehe, sorry Martin, we were just, um, discussing our advertising campaign upon release.” TJ said coyly.\n\n“Yes, it’s my job as advertising manager, after all.” Paige said in a business like voice.\n\nYes, and I’m quite sure it was a rather riveting conversation, TJ. But now, I need you to look over this schedule and make sure everything is in order. We need to be out of here in twelve days, or we’ll risk losing our filming permits for this area.” Martin said, his staunch British accent dripping with seriousness.\n\nTJ sighed as he reached out and took the clipboard from Martin’s hand, taking the pencil with it. Even though he hated having to leave fun-time with his gal pal for now, he knew deep down that Martin was right. They were on a schedule, and they needed to make sure that everything was set up for the next twelve days, otherwise, filming would become a lot more costly than their small $400,000 dollar budget could afford. \n\n“Alright, everything schedule wise seems to be in order, shouldn’t take me too long to skim every detail here!” TJ said with a noticeable pep in his voice. “You coming with, Martin?” He added\n\n“Where are you going?!” Martin asked, confused\n\n“We can’t leave our bunny gal all alone on her night off, can we” TJ said, smirking at Paige.\n\n~\n\nMaile Martinez sat beneath a palm tree bungalow, assembled with bamboo and nylon fishing net, sipping a Mai-Tai in a two-piece beach bikini. She was quite grateful that Gus had decided to grant her, Max and Brad some much-needed rest and relaxation by way of planning a short yet sweet trip to Maui. She had been keeping a keen, watchful eye on a large filming crew assembled upon the beach, filming what appeared to be some cheesy B-side horror flick. Maile rolled her rectangular goat irises and asked for a double, to which the bartender gladly honored. Tiki torches had been speared into the ground surrounding the bungalow hut, lit aflame, providing suitable lighting to the feisty patrons who inhabited the drink-trap location. \n\nMaxwell was dancing alongside some beach-babes on a nearby cardboard-bound DJ's pad, laid down to provide stable dancing area that wasn't layered with sand. Max dry-humped against numerous girls and guys - all anthros, all inebriated and all rather pleased to make his acquaintance. A lynx guy, a maned wolf boy, a rabbit girl, two young gecko children, an elderly otter and a spirited lion couple. Max was finding the most enjoyment in the rabbit girl, a fairly busty babe with an athletic build and beautiful green eyes that complimented her cute little pom-tufted green tail and merle-stamped nose. \n\nGrinning and chuckling to herself, Maile sipping her beverage, watching the shep-coon truly enjoying himself. She felt very bad for Bradley, who was shacked up in their hotel room, recovering from a bad case of stomach flu. Brad suggested food poisoning, Max suggested a bad strain of ganja and Maile still insists that he'd outdone himself and became ill from exhaustion. Whatever the cause, Brad opted to sit the beach-front bungalow party out. Maile, though let down, understood his choice and insisted that he contact Gus if there's any problems at all. Maxwell had a cell-phone that was dead and lacked a suitable charger, while Maile completely forgot her cellular device back at home, in Grants Pass. \n\nA flood of bodies approached the bungalow from the beach, where the night filming had commenced and come to a sudden stand-still. Maile saw numerous shapes and sizes of anthros, all mixed and intermingling with the crowd, some dressed in beach trousers, others donning shorts and flip-flops, tank-tops and wrap-banded baseball caps. One anthro in particular caught Maile's eyes with keen persistence. She felt her irises glowing a deep shade of green as she stared at the jackal guy, trimmed and buff, skimming over a list pinned to a clipboard. A short, chubby mouse-guy walked to one side of him, taking notes on his own small pad of paper and a tall, lanky saluki anthro-woman tailed the other side of the jackal-dude, actively texting messages on her cell phone. Maile's gaze fixated on the jackal, his arm tattoos, his spotted thighs, his fluffy chest and lean, muscular figure. Even though she wouldn't dare admit it out loud to anyone else, no matter how convincing they may have been, Maile Martinez felt a surging rush of hungry arousal over him. She just had to know more about his angle, his intentions... and perhaps his attractions.\n\n~\n\nThe party was in full swing as TJ, Paige and the crew packed up their gear into their three vans, which drove off into the distance as the remaining crew descended upon the tiki huts, their faces caked with sweat from the day’s work. Some of them made their way to the bar to order their favorite poison, while others, including TJ and Paige, along with a reluctant Martin, disappeared into the dance crowd to get their freak on. \n\nTJ smiled gleefully as he let himself drink in the atmosphere of the vibrant party, his keen senses going wild from the overload of pleasurable stimuli. A plethora of gorgeous girls danced everywhere across the cardboard pad to the vibrant music, their heaving chests bouncing rhythmically to the thumping, tropical party music, their breasts practically begging to be expelled from their colorful bikinis. Tiki torches lined the beach as marveled onlookers gasped in amazement at the amazing performers who walked across hot coals and swallowed fire. The whole night felt alive with vibrant a vibrant spirit, a spirit that blew pure joy across the night sky, raining down onto the partygoers below.\n\nBut that all paled in comparison to the spectacle on the ground, the radiant form of sexual lust and fiery beauty that was grinding and swaying her hips feverishly in the center of the dance pad. A gorgeous rabbit girl, slim and toned, clad in only a bright red sling bikini and black leather boots, danced passionately to the music that thumped through the hut. Her plentiful cleavage heaved forwards and back, her gorgeous and shapely ass swayed from side to side, twisting and teasing the men and women behind her with its shapely perfection. \n\nTJ and Paige merely stood there, their eyes widened and jaws dropped far. Despite how many times they’d both been with Jenna, they’d never seen her in this swimsuit before, and it was making her already gorgeous figure seem almost sculpture like in its beauty and perfection. Jenna’s eyes were closed, her mind firmly wrapped in the rhythm of the music that entranced her. But Paige knew how to get the busty bunny’s attention.\n\nA sharp whistle from Paige’s lips caused Jenna’s ears to perk up, she turned around and her eyes grew wide while a smile formed on her lips. Through the crowds of dancers, she saw her studly jackal boy and her foxy Fennec/kitty babe. And, after quickly klutzing her way through the crowd of dancers in a clumsy manner that was so unlike her recent dancing grace, she leapt quickly into the waiting arms of both her waiting friends.\n\nTJ smiled gleefully as both he and Jenna passionately and slowly kissed each other with gleeful relish, savoring the sweet tastes of each other’s lips before Jenna pulled their lips apart and planted an equally hot and passionate kiss on the lips of Paige. TJ smiled as he wrapped his arms around the hips of both girls as they savored each other’s lips passionately with their soft tongues, moans eliciting softly from their lips. Jenna then slowly pulled her lips apart from Paige and began planting little kisses on TJ’s neck while Paige and he resumed their hot and lustful encounter on the beach beforehand. Jenna gripped the Jackal’s chest as he continued to make out slowly and passionately with Paige, saliva dripping down their lips and onto Paige’s heaving breasts as they slowly pulled their lips together and joined Jenna in a slow, three way makeout session.\n\n“We’ve missed you, Jenna.” Paige said, as she pulled her head back slowly, the other two following suit.\n\n“Not as much as I’ve missed you!” The rabbit said with exuberant glee as she hugged the two warmly.\n\n“I don’t know, J-bun, I missed that swimsuit of yours pretty hard today, and I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen you wear it!” TJ laughed.\n\n“Hehe, so you like it, I take it?” Jenna asked as she did a little twirl.\n\n“TO SAY THE LEAST!!” Paige and TJ spoke in unison.\n\nJenna laughed deeply at the compliment as her two best friends eyed her lustfully.\n\n“Well, you two weren’t the only ones.” Jenna said, as she smirked at the two, eyeballing her recent shep-coon dance partner as he shook his hips with a slim, sexy fox femboy in a speedo. Jenna eyed the shep-coon once again, looking over his slim, yet toned body as it grinded against the hips of the speedo clad fem. He was certainly a handsome fellow, a rocker stud if she ever saw one. Half of his chest was completely shaved, while his other half was covered in soft, yet scruffy looking grey fur, with a tuft protruding from his chest, which was flanked on either side by pierced, perky nipples. His hair was a mess of sexy dreads, which fell around his face while he wore an eyepatch over one eye. \n\n“Hey guys, I want you to meet someone!” Jenna said, motioning over to the shep-coon who danced the night away. \n\n~\n\nMaxwell, heart immersed within the beat of the rapturous music, ringed tail swaying to and fro, getting in touch with his inner-MJ beside an excessively attractive young fox-lad donning a fur-tight speedo, felt relentless. He was invulnerable to all things anguishing and decrepit. If a random gunman stomped free from the crowd to plant a shotgun slug into the shep-coon's chest, he wouldn't even budge an inch. Tonight, Max was incited with a new fury. Not one of rage, but one of pure uninhibited pleasure. This sensation, coupled with the sweltering humidity of the oceanfront, forced Maxi-poo into a submissive trance of dance, self-expression, love and lust. The world was his oyster and soon, he'd suck a gorgeous pearl free from its fleshy depths. \n\nFrom the corner of his peripheral vision, Max saw the bunny-girl he'd been getting fresh with approach him once more. He wondered if she hadn't returned to engage in some raw, raunchy dry-humping bump-n-grind action. The DJ was pretty damn versatile, Max reminded himself to leave a hefty tip after his (or was it her?) set wrapped up for the evening... that is, if it ever did.\n\nBunny-girl ran up to Max and rapped at his shoulder, breaking his stride and grasping his full, unsolicited attention. The fox-boy nudged away slightly, visibly perturbed by her presence, most likely blue-balled and devoid of any chances had in courting the gorgeous hybrid in the most vivid sexual manner imaginable. Later that night, foxy-face would most definitely masturbate himself into a dazed frenzy while fantasizing Max's mouth bobbing up and down in his crotch. The thought alone caused a tiny spurt of pre-cum to exit freely into his neon-green speedos. \n\n\"Hey, man! I've got some friends I'd like to introduce to you!\" Jenna said aloud, trying to speak over the thundering bass from the music. Max nodded, slightly uncertain of what she'd said but accepting her words regardless. He let her nudge and pull him aside, fuzzy hand-paws resting on his shoulders, tail swaying against her hip. Max waved and winked at the various dancers, onlookers and bar patrons who'd been watching him belt out the jams. Max felt a momentary sense of slight embarrassment then remembered that he'd most likely never see any of these furs ever again and decided to let it all out, whooping and cajoling loudly with his fists raised up high. The dancers whistled and cheered as the DJ (a short otter girl, who knew?) flipped a vinyl record between her webbed finger-paws and slapped it face-down upon her turntable, cuing in a fresh new beat with a certain Latin appeal.\n\nJenna dragged Max up to TJ and Paige, smiling wide, tongue lashing mindlessly against her large front teeth. \n\n\"Hey guys! I want you to meet a real rockstar! This guy's name is... uh, hey what's your name, man?\"\n\nMax blushed beneath his fur, feeling a humbled sense of flattery at being referred to as a rockstar. Goodness, he just couldn't get over that stigma.\n\n\"Maxwell! Pleasure to meet you both!\" Max said with a healthy smile, holding up his hand-paw to give two brisk shakes. When he shook Paige's hand-paw, he did so with both his hands on hers, lightly caressing her wrist, taken back by her warmth. Jenna made a small sultry glimpse at Paige, wondering what it'd be like to engage in a four-way with these fuzz-butts.\n\n\"Yes, the pleasure is ours entirely, Maxwell!\" TJ said, gazing uncomprehendingly at his scarring and his eyepatch, wondering what in the hell could have possibly happened to him. Max leaned in close to TJ, grasping his shoulder, whispering into his ear.\n\n\"Drugs nearly killed me, man. Never cook meth for a crooked drug baron. In case you were wondering about my scars.\" Max said solemnly. TJ cleared his throat and nodded. Max cackled aloud and patted his shoulder, no harm, no foul.\n\n\"What time did you want to meet back up at the shooting site, Teej?\" Jenna asked the jackal-dude. \n\n\"Five pee-em, on the dot! We've gotta get a lot of rest too because this next upcoming shoot is a big one. Don't forget, Jenna!\"\n\n\"Yeah, Jenna. Don't forget. Set your alarm.\" Max added with a snarky grin, making Paige chuckle. \n\n\"Oh, you can bet your bottom dollar I won't miss out on that one!\" Jenna said, reaching up to squeeze at Max's muzzle playfully. Max stuck his tongue out and mewled like a kitten. TJ and Paige smiled wide.\n\n\"Hey, glad to meet you, man! Could I buy you a drink, perhaps?\" TJ insisted to Maxwell, who politely declined the offer.\n\n\"Muchas Gracias, my friend, but I've got some planning of my own to be made ahead of time. Rehearsals, you know. They're a grueling process.\" Max said, air-strumming an invisible bass guitar. TJ nodded in comprehension, understanding completely.\n\n\"Of course! We're artists and we demand our beauty sleep, right?\" \n\n\"Fuckin' A right, dudeaholic!\" Max exclaimed. Jenna tugged a hand-full of Max's dreadlocks and opted to pull him away to a more secluded location for a private dance or two. Max waved at TJ and Paige, allowing himself to be guided along with Jenna to God knew where. They nudged against a large gecko holding half-a-dozen tequila shots and apologized for bumping into him, which the gecko shrugged off with a smile. The gecko-dude offered TJ and Paige a shot apiece. TJ held the glass with curiosity.\n\n\"Who's this from?\" TJ asked the gecko. He nudged his head towards a panda-girl sitting amicably in a far corner of the tiki hut's bar counter, staring with wild intensity. \n\n\"That girl over there, bud. It's on her. You should go make yourself known to her, eh?\" Gecko-guy said, shrugging his shoulders. TJ downed his shot with a single gulp and placed the glass in Gecko's swimtrunks pocket, nodding in agreement. Paige grabbed at TJ's chest and rubbed it companionably, brushing her cheek against his neck. \n\n\"You gonna be okay, baby?\" Paige asked the jackal. TJ reached back and caresses her hips, giving her buttocks a pleasant squeeze. \n\n\"Of course! I'm gonna go introduce myself to her.\" TJ said, eyes fixated upon the panda-girl with ram horns and goat irises, the girl who seemed out of place among all the camaraderie of the tropical beachfront party. \n\nPaige nodded, kissing at TJ's muzzle. \"Okay, love. I'm gonna go rehearse some lines and play around with that new vibrator I got then. Try to come home soon, would you? That toy won't be enough for me, I think.\" Paige said, reaching down at TJ's groin, caressing his junk through the thin fabric of his swim trunks. TJ moaned aloud and turned to face Paige directly, planting a saucy kiss upon her lips. His promise was more than kept with this kiss alone. Paige downed her shot-glass and chucked it over her shoulder, accidentally bonking it against Martin's head. Martin groaned and rubbed at the point of impact, nearly dropping his clipboard. The saluki-girl laughed aloud, rolling her hazel-grey eyes. \n\n\"Zat vas quite gracevul, Martin.\" She said with a dry sarcastic wit in her tone.\n\n\"Says the girl who couldn't barter her way out of a donut hole?\" Martin replied in a small raspy murmur, rubbing at his head, not looking forward to the large welt that would grow on the spot first thing tomorrow. \n\n\"At least I am trying, joo leettle devil.\" Saluki-girl responded with a thick lack of expression, continuing her texting spree.\n\n\"Can it, Milla. We've got work to do if we hope to have a successful shoot tomorrow.\" Martin said, adjusting his tie, tucking his pen behind his large ear. He'd hoped TJ wouldn't get too balls-deep into any further delays than necessary. He leaped up and nabbed a shot-glass from gecko-guy's grip and downed it, coughing up a fit right after downing the top-shelf liquor. Martin wished he'd had a lick of salt and a lime wedge right then and there.\n\n~\n\n\"May I sit here?\" TJ asked Maile, pointing to the barstool next to her. Maile trembled with nervousness and unexpected uncertainty. She had hoped he'd take the drink but she didn't expect him to reply so thoroughly like this. A million thoughts sprawled at breakneck speed through her mind: how good was he in bed? How big was he? How long could he last? Was he always so handsome? What was his childhood like? How many girls had he fucked in his lifetime? Was he seriously the director for whatever kind of film they were shooting down beside the beachfront? Who were those girls he'd been hanging out with and where did the bunny take Max? Was she as drunk as she thought she was? Did humidity always tamper with one's thought process as blatantly as this?\n\nMaile's suspicions and thoughts cut off at the stem as soon as TJ reached up and put his hand-paw upon hers, squeezing it elegantly with a friendly approach unheard of in her hell-bound upbringing. \"Thank you for the drink, my dear.\" He said casually. Maile's knees trembled and her heart began to race off the charts. She hoped not to faint in front of this devilishly handsome jackal. Slowly with a whim of struggle, Maile nodded and grinned. \n\n\"You're welcome.\" Maile nearly whispered, voice cracking, timid as a mouse in a stable full of horses. TJ smiled and held his hand-paw up to the bartender, capturing his attention.\n\n\"Barkeep? Another round for us, please. On me.\"\n\n~\n\nTJ lowered his hand after the bartender acknowledged his order, and he turned his attention back to his gorgeous new companion, his face instantly turning a small shade of red as he gazed into her beautiful yellow eyes. She was gorgeous, her shapely body, supple breasts and firm butt sending images of them wrapped in the fiery embrace of carnal lust, with him thrusting firmly and relentlessly into her moist womanhood as he fondled her soft breasts and tasted her fiery lips with his long canine tongue. TJ giggled sheepishly, yet nervously, as he felt his shirt become too warm for the weather all of a sudden.\n\nTJ lifted up his shirt and tied it around his waist, letting his sweat glistened, muscular body finally catch the refreshing breeze of the Maui air. He felt his nipples perk up slightly as goosebumps formed all across his body, the hot pulsing of the vibrant music matching almost perfectly to the beating in his chest. TJ was beginning to feel weirdly silly, kind of like he did when he first lost his virginity at age 15, it was that feeling he got when he was with a woman that he just straight up had the hots for. TJ cleared his throat as he forced the lustful thoughts out of his mind...for the moment.\n\n\"So what's your name? I don't think we've been introduced yet, mine's TJ, TJ Palmer.\" TJ outstretched his hands to the exotic goddess before him.\n\n\"My name's Maile, Maile Martinez, and it's very nice to meet you TJ!\" She said with a warm smile, returning the handshake. \n\nTJ felt another wave of red appearing on his face, not only was this girl beautiful as hell, but she had the warmest smile TJ had ever seen. He felt himself having to resist that urge he often got to kiss women to tell them how much he liked them, he felt so dorky sitting there and staring back at this warm faced goddess, who sat perched like a goddess of lust encased in pure diamond, while he sat there with his sleazy and dorky horror movie tattoos and goofy blush. \n\n\"So, hey! I saw you and a bunch of other furs setting up equipment and packing things up, are you part of that horror film that was shooting over there?\" Maile asked\n\nImmediately, TJ felt his shyness leave his system as a big, dorky smile formed on his face and an excited gasp escaped from his lips. The dork in him was finally going to emerge.\n\n\"Oh yeah, we're shooting a movie called 'Slaves of the white cannibal queen'!\" TJ blurted out in pure excitement.\n\n\"It's really cool 'n' stuff, it's about this group that ventures into the jungle, and they're all attacked by a tribe of cannibalistic cave dwellers who live nearby! They're captured, and many of them are eaten alive, while the expedition leader's daughter is believed to be a reincarnation of their god, and she's made their queen, and she has to partake in all these nasty rituals where she has to eat the flesh of her comrades in order to consummate her marriage to their chief! She starts to fall under the influence of the chief through smoking their drugs, and she starts to believe she really is the incarnation of their goddess! And so, the surviving members of the expedition have to escape from their camp, but not before enduring the savage blood orgies of the new cannibal queen!\" TJ blurted out at a rapid pace.\n\n\"It's so cool, we've got a lot of naked girls, and cannibal orgies, gore, it's so awesome! You know we-\" TJ stopped in the middle of his dorky ramblings, a big blush suddenly enveloping his entire face as he smiled awkwardly while scratching the back of his head.\n\nTJ cleared his throat \"But-um, so...yeah, I'm directing it, we're not a big studio or anything, we work for a company called Madhouse Inc, we're based out of Cleveland, we deal entirely in exploitation films, we're just here for a little while longer before we head back.\" TJ said, desperately trying to regain his composure.\n\nMaile just sat there, completely wide eyed as she absorbed everything the silly jackal blurted out. She had not encountered someone this goofily excited in quite a while, it was like watching a kid talk about the adventures he had with his action figures. It was so dorky and adorable that Maile began to feel her former shyness melt away in the presence of such blatant nerdery. \n\n\"Hehehe! I take it you like what you do?\" She jabbed at his sides in a good natured, teasing way.\n\nTJ smiled easily, regaining a bit of his composure, at least she didn't think he was 'too' weird.\n\n\"Oh hell yeah, I love it, I'd never do anything else! It's my passion, it's everything I've ever wanted in a career! I get to make gory horror films, complete with lots of T&A, among other things those big wusses at the major film companies don't seem to touch anymore. Then, we get to put them on the Midwest drive in theater circuit, which has made something of a comeback in the last few years, much like vinyl.\" TJ finished.\n\nNow it was Maile's turn to be all dorky.\n\n\"Oh hell yeah, man, I know what you mean there! Vinyl's come back and it's sick, man! Getting to hear all those awesome artists on those sweet, big round spinning discs is like a dream come true, and it shows all those digital loving kids what they've been missing! Lemme tell you, man, there's nothing quite like hearing that raw, gritty and dirty New York style punk rock songs on crystal clear speakers on state of the art records and record players, it's how it was meant to be! You should hear how Bonham's drums sound on these new records, dude, it's fucking...\" Maile paused.\n\nShe noticed TJ had started eyeing her in that sly, devilishly cheeky way that only jackals can do. She realized just how close she came to rambling like he'd done, and suddenly, all the red came rushing back to her face as this sexy dude eyed her teasingly.\n\n\"Hehe, I take it you like what you do, as well?\" TJ said, raising his eyebrow. \n\n~\n\n\"Buddy, you have no idea.\" Maile said in a deep, sultry voice, cocking her brows into curvaceous waves, flashing her smile back at TJ as she tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders. Her long brown hair bounced and swayed as Maile sucked back her shot-glass, filled to the brimming edge with tequila. Or was it vodka? Maile didn't know, nor did she care. The presence of this gorgeous jackal right near her was intoxicating enough without fretting over what her choice of liquid poison had been and was, even then. \"To be able to go out onto a stage in a venue that's filled to capacity, sold out to hundreds of young anthros just like you and me, cheering for my band, calling out my name and the names of my band-mates, full of energy and vitality… its better than sex, in many ways.\" Maile's eyes twinkled with numerous memories of her previous performances, her many drumming solos that wound up with busted drumsticks or torn snare drums or bent cymbals or burnt microphone cords or Max's bass guitar neck impaled into her bass drum or-\n\n\"Aw, come on! Nothing can be as good - if not better - as sex! I mean, I've got lots of experience in filming sexual scenes and erotic situations and let me tell you, missy.\" TJ said, clearing his throat and swigging back his shot, moaning aloud and belching slightly afterwards, causing Maile to giggle with her fist covering her mouth. TJ shook his head and raised his hand-paw up to exclaim his point. \"Between jamming out on an instrument and jamming myself into a beautiful woman, I'd definitely settle for the latter any ol' day!\" TJ spun the shot-glass upon the bartop counter, causing subtle reflections from the surrounding Tiki torches to flash vividly, illuminating his blue eyes with sporadic bursts of natural candlelight. Tiny plumes of smoke rose free from the large wicks, fending off any intrusive insects who thought it wise to interfere with the enjoyment of the anthros during their beach-front party. \n\n\"That may be true. However, the vibrations one feels when pounding out a good rhythm on a double-petal bass drum… well, let's just say it totally knocks any vibrator out of the park. I don't even think Paige herself would be able to handle the intensity of the sensation.\"\n\n\"Wait, how did you know she was telling me about her vibr-\"\n\nMaile placed her hand-paws upon TJ's shoulders and at once her eyes glowed a brilliant shining green, exerting shimmering heat waves from her deep hypnotic stare. The small lightbulbs strung up along the awning of the tiki hut began to flicker and all other noises became a dull buzz. The bass from the otter DJ's set faded to the sound of bees buzzing freely from within their combed hive. Laughter and conversation had all been significantly muted, devoid of any audible sense. The only thing that TJ could hear now was Maile's harsh breathing and, and-\n[i]your parents, talking faintly in their bedroom. You wonder what could be the problem, what's got them so upset, why your mom is crying and why your dad is attempting to comfort her, despite her ugly heaving sobs, shushed to a bare level so as not to disturb anyone else in the household, mainly you. Upon lightly nudging their bedroom door open, you see the two of them sitting at the edge of their bed, dad with his tie loosened and mom with her hair let down. They share a bottle of brandy or cognac or some damn thing between their thighs, taking turns at taking sips. Upon their bedroom television, scenes flash and flicker with relenting intensity. A man is murdered by a power drill's spinning circular blade rammed into his neck with horrible graphic detail, children forced to watch in screaming abysmal terror, deep throbbing orchestral music blaring out loud in the background. You are horrified at first, wondering why in fuck's name your parents would be watching such a disgusting feature film. It isn't until you look at the cassette tape's box placed upon a corner of your parent's bed that you make a startling connection. The box features a familiar piece of artwork upon its cover and printed in big, sprawling red letters, the title reads \"Driller\". Your heart sinks and your balls itch, crawling back up into your groin. You begin to feel weak in the knees and short of breath, as if you may faint soon. You quietly excuse yourself from your parent's bedroom, making sure to nudge the door shut as quietly as possible. Upon exiting from your horribly strict, feverishly taboo and pro-religious homestead, you feel a vast myriad of emotions, an intaglio of feelings and thoughts race through your mind at breakneck speed, threatening to drive you mad. You stomp your way out from your childhood home, leaving tracks in deep-pitted snowfall, huffing deep, exhaling vapor with each troubled breath you take, ready to abandon religion once and for all, to shun your parents for good, to take matters into your own hand-paws and make a suitable living in creating imaginative and exploitative horror films and-[/i]\n\nMaile's face reappeared in TJ's vision, eyes jittering and snarling muzzle now going limp, soft and expressionless. The tips of her ram-horns had been burning during the\n[i](Vision? Hallucination? Telepathy? Soothsaying?)[/i]\nstrange occurrence that overcame TJ. He saw tiny plumes of smoke trails rising freely from her horn's needle-sharp tips, charred black, scented with a faint aroma of burnt ivory. Maile rubbed her hand-paws against TJ's shoulders companionably, then smiled again. She licked at her thumb-paw, rubbed it against her finger-paw and pinched her dampened paw-padded fingertips against her ram-horns, extinguishing tiny orange embers with faint sizzling sounds. Maile swayed her head, tossing her hair back over one of her shoulders, crossed her slender panda-girl legs and removed a maraschino cherry from a nearby bowl, nibbling at the juicy fruit, eyes free of their glow. She licked at the cherry before eating it whole.\n\n\"What… the fuck… did you just… do… to me?\" TJ asked Maile in a near-stutter, shocked into a thickened awestruck fascination.\n\nMaile jerked and jutted her lower jaw for a short moment, then spat out the cherry's stem, tied into a perfect knot. She giggled aloud, then placed another full shot-glass in front of TJ. \"Well, that was just a little trick I picked up from my old home. I guess you could call it my birthplace, if you will. After all…\" Maile flicked her finger-paws and produced a small flaming orb that hovered within the reach of her palm, floating in mid-air. TJ saw his own reflection in a shiny chrome-polished spherical orb nestled within the core of the flames. The metallic ball shifted and produced the facial shapes of his family. TJ saw his mother, his father, and another. A face he hadn't seen but in various family photos and in his deepest imaginative dreams. \"So, TJ…\" Maile closed her palm into a fist, extinguishing the flames and causing the spherical orb to dissipate into thin air. She reached over across the bartop and grabbed four more drinks, nodding to the bartender, who raised a considerate hand-paw at her and nodded. TJ suspected she was running a steady tab. Maile slid two shot-glasses towards the jackal and downed her own tequila-filled shot-glasses at once, two in a row (without a lime wedge or a lick of salt!), then fixated her gaze upon TJ once more, nearly swaying in her barstool. Even though Maile had never been drunk before, there was always a time and place to start. Plus between the sea-level elevation and Maile's fascination in TJ's overall sexual appeal, there was simply no way she couldn't get a little tipsy. Maile hiccupped, leaned in close to TJ and used her tail to balance herself out, preventing an ugly faceplant spill. She dragged her hand-paw across the edge of the countertop and grasped at TJ's wrist, blushing deeply beneath her fur-tufted cheeks, feeling an incredible sense of arousal for the masculine jackal hottie. \"Wanna tell me what you see in a girl like me?\"\n\n~\n\nTJ stared, wide eyed and slack jawed, at the tipsy, crimson beauty who stared lusciously back at him with eyes of lustful intent. TJ had approached this sexy lady with the intent of making friends, having a drink, and maybe getting some sweet rumpy pumpy in a secluded part of the beach, but so much had happened within the last thirty seconds that his brain was having such a hard time processing it all. He had just witnessed supernatural activity for the first time in his life, from a woman who was not your normal, everyday kinda girl you run into on the streets or in the sheets. She had read his mind like an open magazine, and just learned things about him that he hadn't even told his three current girlfriends. It was something so personal, and so painful to him, that he just couldn't bring himself to confess it, despite how much he desperately wanted to.\n\nMaile's question, what kind of things he sees in a girl like her, rang endlessly in his head, drowning out the rhythmic cacophony of the pulsating music echoing all around him. But he didn't have an answer, how could he have an answer? There was never any girl he met that was like her, a woman of flesh and blood, yet clearly not like everyone else. She had just exhibited sorcery, magic that he only guessed existed in his most vibrant fantasies, like it was nothing. It shouldn't have been real, but here it was, myth encapsulated in this vibrant goddess who stared lusciously at him with those glowing green eyes. \n\n\"Holy shit!\" TJ suddenly gasped, eliciting a chuckle from Maile.\n\n\"Well, I'm not exactly holy, but I take it you're impressed, mister director?\" She teased.\n\nTJ nodded silently, gulping in anticipation for what might come next. Despite his own reservations, TJ felt emboldened and relieved at finally having someone know about his history with his parents. But she didn't know everything, or at least, he didn't think she did, he wasn't quite sure of a lot of things at the moment. Still, she knew enough, enough for him.\n\n\"Wow, I-I, um, well...damn, I don't, I..., I never told anyone about that.\" TJ said, before quickly gulping down two glasses of whiskey.\n\n\"Hehe, yeah, I can tell, but you still haven't answered my question, you silly fuzz butt!\" She replied.\n\nTJ lowered his head to the ground, pointing to the top of his cranium with his index finger. Maile immediately knew what he was asking for, he wanted her to read his mind. Maile cracked her fingers and softly placed both of her hands on top of his big, scruffy head.\n\nMaile closed her eyes for just a second, but after she opened them, the area she found herself in looked completely different. Gone were swaying palm trees, beach and rivalrous party-goers bumping and swaying to the music on the makeshift party mat, gone were the flames from the tiki torches that lit the warm Maui night. Instead, Maile found herself in a spooky, gothic-era house with various old paintings lining the walls of a large living room. All across the room were naked furs of every species and gender, engaged in the most rapturous fits of sexual ecstasy.\nEverywhere, from on the floor, spread across the red couch, up against the wall, everywhere one could step there was a mass of writhing bodies. Cocks entered pussies, tongues wrestled and breasts grinded everywhere Maile looked. And the fucking. Oh, there was lots of fucking. Through a window on the back wall, Maile could see a dark, moonlit forest shrouded in thin fog, but through the fog, one could see various small children holding giant bags of trick or treat candy, all wearing big smiles on their faces as they strolled along, happily clad in their extravagant costumes as they journeyed through a large dense forest. \n\n\"Well this is certainly different.\" Maile chuckled.\n\nEveryone's mental landscape looked different, as they were all shaped by the passions, joys, experiences and fears of each unique individual. The feelings of each person's mind were different, as well. Regardless of what bizarre and freaky, or normal and dull, stuff made up the condition of each person's mental landscape, a certain feeling could be felt within each of them, whether it was a feeling of loneliness, happiness, rage or anything else in between. With TJ, everything seemed spooky and sexual, but there was an undeniable feeling of warmth in the place. Everyone was having a spooky, sexy, damn good time; the whole place just felt welcoming. \nSuddenly, Maile felt a pair of arms wrap around her stomach, startling her. She turned around fast, and found herself face to face with a very palpable and very naked TJ. Maile immediately turned redder than a cherry beneath her furry cheek-tufts as she went slightly limp from being hugged by such an immaculate stud. \n\n\"Oh thank you, Maile, thank you so much!\" TJ screamed, tears flowing from his face.\n\n\"Hey, whoa, whoa, it's okay TJ, what are you...\"\n\nMaile was cut off by TJ, who licked the side of her face furiously, classic doggy smooches. TJ pulled back, allowing Maile to look into his eyes. Maile found herself having to resist cooing with cuteness; they were such innocent, warm, puppy-dog eyes, expressing a sense of beaming gratitude.\n\n\"Not even my girlfriends know about my parents basically disowning me, I couldn't figure out how to tell anyone! Oh God, I've wanted to tell someone for so long, thank you, thank you!\" he blurted out at a rapid pace.\nTJ embraced Maile again, tears leaking freely from his eyes as sniffles began sounding from his nose, while a big goofy grin appeared on his face. \n\n\"D'aaw, stop it TJ! You silly fuzz butt, you're gonna give me the waterworks, too!\" She said, as she gave the silly jackal a big ol' cranium-noogie. \n\nSuddenly, all the previous furs from behind Maile disappeared, and were replaced by projections of Maile and TJ. Maile stood there enraptured, watching her own naked body straddling TJ, both of their faces locked in pure ecstasy as they writhed in pleasure on the floor.\n\nIn slow motion, Maile watched TJ's big, hard cock slowly slide into the depths of her tight, wet womanhood, disappearing inch by agonizing inch until she saw his balls slowly slap against the back of her firm, yet soft ass cheeks. She could practically feel his hot breath on her nipples as she watched the muscular jackal wrap his lips around the firm nipple of her right breast, while she reached around back to cradle his soft head, heated moans escaping from between her lips. It was all too much, she could feel it, it wasn't really her, but she could feel it! \nBut it all disappeared. The room, the house, everything disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Maile suddenly found herself back in the tiki beach bar, surrounded by the pulsing music coming from the DJ's elaborate sound-system. She took her hands off of TJ's head as he slowly rose up to look her in the eye with a shy, embarrassed smile. Maile repositioned herself on the stool.\n\n\"You big, silly jackal, look what you did!\" She said deviously, pointing a finger down to her panties, soaked from the heat of the vision. \"You do know what I'm gonna have to do to you now, don't you?\" She said with a devious smile on her face, as a small flame flashed in her jaded green irises.\n\nTJ gulped as he felt his pants grow about eleven inches tighter.\n\n~\n\nMaile smiled and grabbed TJ's wrists, pulling him off his barstool.\n\n\"Woah! Hey, where're we going?\" TJ said, perplexed and secretly aroused beyond his years.\n\n\"You'll see.\" Maile said in a whimsical young girl's voice that TJ found mercilessly adorable. He whipped out a Benjamin from his shorts pocket and slapped it onto the bar counter, which the barkeep grabbed with haste. Before he could break out change, TJ raised his hand-paw to the cheetah barkeep, insistent to a fault. The feline nodded and smiled with sweltering generosity. \n\n\"Thank you, sir!\" He said, smiling wide. For a film-maker, the guy left a rather hefty tip when it came to strong drink. \n\nMaile guided TJ into a lesser-populated copse of tropical forest that lay behind the tiki hut. A creek streamed fresh mountain water along large rocks surrounded by palm trees and tiki torches impaled into soft soil. Maile clopped along briskly, hooves echoing through the expanse of dense jungle. She reached a rather comfy-looking patch of sand and grabbed TJ's arms, pulling him close. Before TJ could get another word in, she smacked her muzzle against his and kissed him passionately. TJ moaned and opened his mouth, sliding his tongue into the panda girl's maw, tasting alcohol and a hint of burnt tinder. She pulled back and sat him down upon the sandy dune. TJ plopped to the ground and stared feverishly up at her, a divine goddess of sheer beauty. The flames illuminated her voluptuous curves and gorgeous brown hair, causing his stiffy to practically rip out of his shorts. Maile reached up and yanked free a large pre-rolled joint from behind her ear, tucked conveniently between her ram-horn and ear. She held the tip up near an open tiki torch flame and as the fag caught aflame, she took a hefty toke from it, inhaling smoke like a true Marley fan. She kept the joint between her finger-paws and held it down to TJ, offering him a bit of spark-N-blaze, which he accepted without a moment's hesitation. As TJ inhaled once, then twice, he coughed harshly and smoke pummeled free from his mouth and nostrils. Maile giggled, smoke rivulets seeping slowly from her own nostrils. \n\n\"Jeezum-crow, this is strong shit! Where the… fuck did you, uh… get this dope, Maile?\"\n\nMaile smiled and knelt down beside TJ, caressing his cheek with her long-nailed hand-paw. \n\n\"This is the kind of ganja that one finds when touring through the deepest reaches of the Pacific Northwest. You can thank our home-boy Maxwell for this particular strain. He spent countless hours, diligently watering and transplanting soil to get this grass to grow. Not too shabby, huh?\"\n\nTJ giggled shyly, nodding his head. \"No, not bad at all.\" Maile smiled and her hand-paw dragged down his neck, across his chest and along the ridge of his navel, brushing along his thick abs. Maile tugged at his shorts and TJ growled softly, brushing his own finger-paws through her long thick brown hair. \n\n\"How often do you receive blowjobs, mister film-maker?\" Maile asked TJ, licking her lips. TJ's jaw dropped agape, eyes opened wider, staring at her with lack of comprehension. Maile giggled and shrugged her shoulders. \"Judging by your reaction, and what I'm seeing in your mind… not often enough, by my standards.\"\n\n\"Fucking hell, you are beautiful. You know that? Shit, I might consider casting you in a part soon.\" TJ said, eyes shining and glistening from the tiki torches, flickering light upon his fur-covered body. His tail wagged excitedly as Maile yanked his shorts free from his waist, pulling them along his legs, past his knees, off his large footpaws and throwing the cloth into a nearby hedge of bush. Maile stroked at TJ's large erect cock and purred like a kitten, hungry for some jackal-milk. When she lowered her head down to his groin, TJ thrust his hips upward, beyond excited. His cock poked at Maile's chin, causing her to laugh aloud. TJ went numb with embarrassment, apologetic as a child standing over a broken cookie jar.\n\n\"Woah! Sorry, I just-\"\n\nMaile pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him. \"No apologies. I don't blame you one bit, really. Now just relax and let me do my thing here, okay?\" Maile said, eyes glowing a jaded green, staring into TJ's eyes, or even into his soul, fully concentrating on his shifting facial expressions. TJ nodded, gulping back a wad of saliva that caused his throat to click. Maile cupped his testicles in one hand-paw and squeezed at the base of his large shaft with the other, then brushed her tongue at his moistened pink tip, causing TJ to moan and shiver with lust. Maile slathered her tongue up and down his shaft, licking his cock like a large lollipop, occasionally flicking at his nuts. When she got enough courage and confidence, Maile opened her maw wide and guided his erect penis into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his pink cock-head. TJ reached up and caressed her cheeks, rubbing at her arms and shoulders, panting and gasping. \n\n\"Hey, you know what?\" TJ whispered, causing Maile to glance up at his face from his groin, continuously blowing him off. \"I just figured out a great use for your horns.\"\n\nBefore Maile could comprehend what he meant, TJ reached down and grabbed at both of Maile's ram-horns. She had a split moment to prepare herself before TJ shoved her head down into his crotch, gripping tightly onto her horns for guided support. TJ face-fucked her with quickened persistency, slapping his balls against her chin. Maile gagged and squirmed, tail wagging rapidly, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she swallowed TJ's fat cock repeatedly, getting deepthroated maniacally. Her teeth dragged against the surface of his shaft and her throat clenched tightly around his tip, causing TJ to squirt a small hint of pre-cum down her throat. His knees buckled and his head swung back, pressing against a palm tree trunk. Maile gripped at his inner thighs, wrapping her arms around his masculine jackal legs, taking all eleven inches and more of TJ's abundantly large jackal-dick. When TJ began to tremble, feeling an oncoming orgasm approaching, Maile reeled back and spat his cock out, stroking it freely and licking at his tip, coughing and gagging, belching freely, tasting his spunk in her sinuses. TJ's hand-paws let go of her horns and caressed her head, brushing her fur-tufted cheeks, combing through her lavish hair, embracing her sheer beauty. Maile lifted herself up on one knee and twirled around to rest upon TJ's lap, pressing her hand-paws down on his chest, massaging his pectorals and pinching at his nipples teasingly. \n\n\"Okay, big boy, let's see what you're capable of. Can you tame a demon?\"\n\nTJ nudged his cum-slimed erection at her cameltoe-lump, against her cute bathing suit bottom, licking his lips, anxious to find out.\n\n~\n\nTJ felt his heart hammering in his chest as he stared at Maile's throbbing pussy, which sat only an inch away from his engorged manhood. TJ felt wild, unhinged and completely ready to taste the fires of unholy lust born from the sulfurous pits as this unholy maiden of fire and brimstone sat ready to drain his balls of every last drop of cum he could muster. \n\n\"Oh God, AAAH!\" TJ savagely tore away the obstructing, soaked bikini bottom and savagely thrust his eleven inch manhood deep into the fiery depths of her pussy. Both TJ and Maile elicited sudden, sharp, gasping moans as feelings of fullness, tightness, warmth and wetness flooded their minds like a torrential wind. TJ grit his teeth hard as the overwhelming sensation of almost unbearable, heated pleasure and ironclad grip threatened to push him over the edge again.\n\n\"Holy-f-fuck, Maile, it feels like a furnace!\" TJ said gasping, still trying desperately not to blow his load again.\n\nMaile smiled deviously, biting her lip from her own feeling of strong pleasure.\n\n\"Demons aren't exactly known for being cold, jackal boy. Now [i]lay down![/i]\" She said, as if commanding a dog.\n\nSuddenly, Maile put her hands on TJ's chest and shoved him onto his back, eliciting a grunt of surprise from TJ as Maile placed one hand firmly on his chest, holding him in place as she leaned down to whisper in his ear.\n\n\"Time to give the demon her due, TJ.\" She said seductively, giving his ear a slimy lick.\n\nMaile then began rocking her hips back in forth in a rhythmic yet aggressive motion, placing both hands firmly on the jackal's chest as she straddled him savagely. Maile began moaning deeply in heated, gasping spurts as the jackal's cock slid in and out of her dripping depths. Maile looked down and saw TJ's cum slickened cock disappear into her womanhood, filling her once again with a sense of delirious fullness. Maile gasped as she pictured what that slimy cock looked like as it penetrated her red hot innards, the incredible image and sensation caused her to arch her back in sheer bliss.\n\nTJ felt absolutely delirious as he lay there watching this fiery, demonic angel straddle him like her life depended on it, the sight of his cock pounding deeply into her heated depths only increasing the ever growing feeling of tightening in his balls. TJ couldn't believe how amazing she felt, while he had been with many girls before, and all of them being amazing in their own way, this amount of sheer pleasure would've seemed impossible before today. Her pussy was hot, [i]extremely[/i] hot, and tighter than any woman he had ever been inside before. But despite that, her insides were softer than velvet, and it gripped his dick mercilessly. It took every ounce of his willpower to hold on.\n\nTJ watched in what felt like slow motion as this unholy goddess arched her back in delight, causing her succulent, moisture-slickened body to glisten in the combined light of the full moon and the dancing torch flames. Her perfectly shaped breasts bounced as her perky, erect nipples pointed achingly out in TJ's direction. It was truly incredible, this panda-woman's body was perfect, not a blemish lay on it; it was taught, smooth and lithe.\n\nTJ wrapped his arms around Maile's waist and pulled her down to his level, leaving her succulent breasts dangling tantalizingly over his mouth. TJ wrapped his maw around her right breast as he greedily began sucking and swirling his tongue around her nipple before cupping the other one in his hand and massaging it in a clockwise manner.\n\nMaile moaned deliriously in agonizing pleasure as she felt her breast become enveloped in the solemn warmth of her canine lover's maw, gasping in slight surprise as she felt his other hand clasp her other breast. Maile slowly resumed her hip rocking, albeit in a slower manner now to synchronize with TJ's massages. \n\n\"Fuck, are you trying to milk ME now?\" She giggled, then gasped slightly as she felt TJ lightly bite her nipple.\n\nSuddenly, TJ leaped up from his sitting position and quickly set Maile back against the palm tree, causing it to shake at the sudden impact. TJ stared deeply into her fiery eyes as he held her pinned against the tree, eyes full of desire and lust, and kissed her roughly and passionately on the lips before savagely thrusting his cock back into her heated depths. \n\n\"Oh fuck, AAAAH!\" TJ yelled.\n\nTJ began thrusting harshly and quickly into Maile, his firm buttocks undulating wildly as he felt his balls slap harshly against her taint as he rammed her. Maile began to moan with a wide open mouth as TJ stared deeply into her eyes as he fucked her like an animal. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt his broad, muscular pecs squish against the soft mounds of her breasts.\n\nMaile pulled TJ's head back towards her and jammed her tongue back down his throat, their slimy appendages exploring every inch of each other's mouths before she slowly pulled their lips apart again. \n\nAnd as their tongues, still connected by a bridge of saliva, pulled apart and they stared into each other's eyes, Maile felt a vision enter her mind's eye. A sexy, voluptuous bunny girl, clad only in a small, red sling bikini, sitting on the face of a young shep-coon stud, who happily licked all the juices secreted by her velvet smooth pussy.\n\n[i]Well, well, I guess no one's getting any sleep tonight.[/i] Maile thought to herself, before her mind became lost once more to the rapturous ecstasy of carnality.\n\n~\n\nThe tropical heat sweltered against their conjoined bodies as Maile and TJ engaged in the sloppiest of intercourse. Fresh natural spring water flowed along a small brook formed in-between the lush jungle path, trickling softly along a guided course towards the wide open Pacific blue, foamy and frothy with thick surf, teeming with coral reefs aplenty. \n\nMaile's vision blurred and tilted lop-sided as she focused entirely on TJ and his shifting expressions, his staring gaze, his sultry demanding sexual prowess. TJ was unstoppable in his thrusting actions, impeccable in the ways of lovemaking. Maile felt the presence of her bassist and fellow band-member emanate very close by. Strong waves cast not by the ocean, but by way of telepathic channeling, coursed through her mind, echoing into her head, whispered not into her ears but into her very demonic soul. Maxwell was so close, yet so far. He too had engaged in a sort of orgasmic ritual with a beautiful female, one so familiar yet so unknown to Maile. Her solemn expression gave TJ a start and he slowed himself down willfully, gliding his girth slowly and cautiously into her swollen fleshy panda-girl folds. \n\n\"Am I being too rough with you… mmmm-Maile? Maybe I could-Ah! Uh, slow down a bit?\" TJ whispered into Maile's ear, hovering over her body, arms propped against her ribs, clenching tightly down upon the palm tree's thickened root-smothered base. \n\nMaile's eyes flashed a stark jaded green and her lips curled upward into a devilishly coy Cheshire cat's grin, providing a mixed expression of naughtiness and hunger. She shook her head in response, reached upward and grabbed TJ's shoulders with a firm grasp. He puckered his lips in preparation to kiss her some more but instead, like a professional salsa dancer, Maile grabbed his shoulders tightly and pushed herself free, twirling from the palm tree's trunk, still penetrated against TJ's cock, aiming for the soft patch of sand beneath TJ's footpaws. TJ gasped and held onto her thighs tightly so he wouldn't slip free of her vaginal grip and spun in a perfect one-eighty twist, paw-padded toes nestling into warm sand, just enough to kneel down and plant Maile's fur-fluffed bum down onto the pillow-soft ground tenderly, gracefully. TJ cocked his head with confusion and gazed at Maile with cocked eyebrows, wondering what the hell she was up to now. Despite her maddening grin, TJ hadn't a clue what else lay in store for himself, having prodded balls-deep into this deliciously arousing panda-demon hybrid. Maile stretched her arms outward into a V-shape and let the back of her head tilt down into the brook, water flowing freely through her hair, tugging it along the flow of the stream like a large shimmering chestnut-brown clump of sea-kelp. Maile licked her blackened panda-girl lips, wrapped her legs tightly around TJ's waist, clenched her pussy-muscles down with extreme strength (enough to cause TJ's blood circulation to cut off slightly in his cock tip) and whispered into the mind of TJ, never even uttering a single word out loud to the jackal, tickling at his nut-sac with her tail, brushing the long, fluffy fur follicles against his back and nape. \n\n[i]This is a beautiful beach, isn't it? The flames from the torches, the stark moonlight, the warm tropical air, the scent of sea-salt, the aftertaste of alcohol, ganja and sex in our mouths… how about you top it off for the both of us now, TJ? Go on, mister director.[/i] Maile locked her hooves together behind TJ's butt, grinding against his groin, ram-horns illuminating with an effulgent burning-red glow, sizzling and steaming while immersed in the small coastal brook. Maile's eyes penetrated TJ's soul, staring deep and dreamily. She was a hypnotic temptress in his eyes, blue and flickering with light and life and love. Maile lay steady, wanting, flooded with desire, anxious to feel the jackal's fresh warm cum in her body soon enough. For now though? She was ready to get fucked insanely hard by TJ, the sexiest jackal-guy she had ever set her eyes upon. \n\nMaile was extremely grateful to mortals, to humans and anthros alike, to one and all who graced this very dimensional plane of limited existence. She was beyond humbled by their grace and charm, love and consideration, friendliness and eager intelligence. Even the bad ones, the shitty ones, had their fair share of beneficial gratitude. Maile had endured an incredible epiphany from the moment she'd stepped foot upon the sandy dune leading down to the most gorgeous beach-front, divine sunset spanning the entire horizon, separating the earth from what could very well be a heaven in existence, something she'd been raised to deny all her life until just recently. Maile considered her life cast among the sodomites and heretics, bathed in a sea of flame and a scorching desert of insane homicidal fury, born into the seventh inner-ring of Hell, the same Hell in which Dante Alighieri had described by way of poetic description circa 1308 AD, but never truly captured in all its tumultuous and damning glory. Maile and her fellow band-mates, sent on their own exclusive Hawaii trip, paid for in full by her most gracious touring manager and father-figure. Had the fates of chance and coincidence been given a say in the matter, especially upon this evening? Maile Martinez, ever-curious and eager to thrive in the ever-fluctuating interests of one's own determined and blessed spirit, would most likely never know. Nor did she truly wish to ever find out, may the Gods help her. \n\nFor now? The panda-girl had a jackal to milk dry. She raised her butt up to give TJ more leverage, flexing her abs, stiffening outright like a plank, beckoning him to her undying will. [i]Let's share an orgasm together, TJ. Right here, in this place. I want to remember this moment… forever.[/i]\n\n~\n\nTJ smiled warmly and pulled Maile back into the warm embrace of a fiery kiss, locking their back lips together as TJ fondled her perfect breasts with his long, clawed hands, relishing in their squishy perfection. TJ was going to fuck this woman hard, harder than she'd (hopefully) ever been. Wherever she came from, whatever she was before tonight, and whatever she would be tomorrow, for one blissful night of joy, she was his. And he wanted to make sure she didn't regret being with a silly jackal floofbutt like him.\n\nTJ planted his hands firmly into the sand to give himself maximum thrusting power, as he stared deeply into her eyes, the crystal clear water of the brook flowing through her wavy locks as she looked up at him with her trademark devilish grin. TJ then gave a grin of his own.\n\nTJ slowly, yet roughly, shoved his rock hard member back into her throbbing cunny, his long canine tongue drooping to the side as his face as he became enveloped once more by its heated depths. TJ wasted no time and immediately began picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming frenzied and rough as he felt her warm womanhood sliding back and forth over his pulsing cock.\n\nMaile looked up into the face of her jackal lover as his handsome face writhed in pleasure. His eyes were shut tight and his heated moans released waves of hot breath onto the panda/demon girl's face, combining with her own heated moans to create a beautiful symphony of incredible bliss. Maile felt every inch of TJ's sizable cock probing in and out of her pussy at tremendous speeds, pushing and grinding her hot, pink sugar walls closer and closer to the edge of no return.\n\nMaile reached behind TJ and used both of her soft, yet firm hands to grab TJs firm, well-muscled ass, running her palms up and down his cheeks before giving them a firm slap, which resounded into the night with their frenzied, moaning chorus. She used her grip in rhythm with TJs strong thrusts to push him even further into her pussy, pushing his engorged cock hilt past the entrance to her wet pussy-hole.\n\n\"Glad the last couple inches-ah-deci-ded to-ooh-join the party!\" Maile said between moans.\n\nAnd for the next several minutes, the two were lost to the heat of primal passion, existing only for giving and receiving pleasure from each other. TJs well-toned, muscled body thrusting madly into tight pussy of the godlike beauty beneath him, who encouraged his ravaging of her own sweat slickened body by pulling him into her using his firm buttocks as leverage. Both of them were a heated mass of writhing flesh and grunting moans, thrusting, fondling and kissing every inch of each other's bodies in a mad dance of passion and lust. \n\n\"Aaah fuck, TJ, I'm getting close!\" Maile said through heated breaths.\n\n\"Fuck, me too, gonna cum!\" was all TJ could muster due to the limited amount of blood in his brain at the moment.\n\nSuddenly, Maile's vision became assaulted with images of a tail, TJs tail. She could see it in her mind's eye, but couldn't figure out why she was seeing it, other than as a way of getting another look at TJ's nice ass. But then, as she neared the point of orgasm, its meaning came to her. She then smiled in the most evil way she could.\n\nTJ could feel his balls tingling, getting ready to rise, every ounce of self-control he had was about to break, he was going to cum deep within the walls of her pussy. But would she like that? I mean, he couldn't get her pregnant, at least he didn't think so. Would she find it insulting to cum inside without asking her first?\n\nBut suddenly, TJ found himself unable to think, as Maile suddenly shot up, grabbed TJs tail with all his might, and squeezed as hard as she could. TJ suddenly screamed as loud as he could in the voice of his people, howling shriekingly to the night as he felt his balls shoot up in his sack instantly.\n\nTJ continued howling uncontrollably as he blasted a hot load of musky, white jackal cum deep into the core of Maile's womanhood, triggering the kinky woman's own orgasm. Maile bucked her hips wildly and arched her back as waves of throbbing pleasure rocked her body, tightening her pussy's grip on TJ's cock like a vice as they both became rocked by their mutual orgasms.\n\nSuddenly, Maile felt heat rising from her nostrils, and she knew what that meant. She stretched her neck back as far as it could go over the glassy brook behind her, and screamed in pleasure as suddenly, flames shot out of the demon girl's nostrils, reflecting brilliantly over the crystal clear brook behind her as their bodies continued to ride out their orgasm. \n\nAnd as TJ finally felt his own balls settling down, he slowly pulled his cum drenched cock out of Maile's tight pussy, and stared in awe at the heavy metal spectacle before him. This beautiful girl, so hot she could only be created in the highest plains of heaven or the hottest pits of hell, erupted geysers of flames from her nose as her sweat racked, naked body reflected in the pail moonlight while she provided the greatest ending to any fun time EVER!\n\n\"*Huff, Huff* Wow, KISS just lost its title as \"The hottest band in the world!\" TJ said as he tried to catch his breath.\n\n~\n\nAnd as TJ uttered those words, Maile's horns caught aflame. \n\n\"WOAH!!!\" She yelled, dunking her head into the brook, putting the fires out. Her horns sizzled and crackled, spouting forth smoke scented like raw carrion. When she was safe, she held her head up, eyes wide with a comical startled expression. TJ's face was also beyond psyched. Maile laughed aloud at the sight, squeezing her legs together around his waist, clenching him tightly against her waist, bracing his jackal dick in her, milking him of his seed. \"That was a close one.\"\n\n\"You said it, sister!\" TJ said, out of breath. He leaned in and planted a supple kiss upon her nose, smiling lovingly. \"Maile? Babe? I think I may have thought of a fine conclusion to my film. It involves a demonic mistress and a group of very unlucky…\" TJ grunted, slipping free of Maile's vaginal clutches. His cock leaked seminal fluids upon the sandy turf. Maile murred aloud, reaching down to rub at her clitoris, licking her lips. \"…well, maybe not all that unlucky, college kids on spring break.\"\n\nMaile rolled her eyes, devoid of their illustrious glow, and scoffed aloud. \"Man, I'm certainly not the actress type. But your kindness shall not go unnoticed.\" She belched and a small cloud of smoke emanated from her mouth. \"Whoo! Excuse me.\" TJ's eyes widened and his heart swooned. Maile reached up and grabbed hold of TJ's chest, pulling him down to embrace him in a cuddling hug. She kissed the jackal deep, tongue swirling against his lips and teeth, his taste overpowering her senses, her taste rich with marijuana and brimstone, maddeningly sexy.\n\n~\n\n\"Where the HELL did they go?!\" Martin exclaimed, holding his clipboard tightly under his arm, nearly breaking his pencil under his strained grip.\n\nMilla patted the mouse's head. \"All things come to zose who wait, leettle hrodent.\"\n\nMartin shrugged Milla's slender hand-paw free from his head, sneering condescendingly at her. \"If you were in my shoes, you'd be a bit more concerned, Milla. Now help me look for them!\" He yelped, trampling off in a mini temper-tantrum, eyes scanning every face for his director and the mysterious yet intriguing panda-girl with large ram horns he'd courted just moments ago.\n\nMilla cocked her brow, tossing her head back, flinging her long droopy ears behind her shoulders. She caught a strange glimpse of what appeared to be dark purple light through a copse of palm trees up from the coastline, shining brightly through leaves, reflecting off a tiny creek of freshwater running down to the ocean through a divot of shimmering sand. Upon this sight, her curiosity grew overwhelmed and she walked slowly towards the source of that insufferable light. How could such a thing be, immersed among the orange-glaring tiki torches and the cool icy blue moonlight? A trick of shadow, perhaps? Milla passed the dance-floor, now winding down for the evening, the DJ getting an early head-start packing up excess gear, including a tip jar that was crammed full of dollar bills and spare change, even a ribbed condom or two. Milla glimpsed at the otter girl and smirked. The DJ returned the glimpse with an expressionless, dull look in her eyes. Evidently, such generosity had worn off on her over time. Milla approached the bar counter, waving at the barkeep. He stopped rubbing a glass clean and put down his high-ball and towel to approach Milla, ready to offer her a cold one on the house if need be. She shrugged the drink offer off, asking where TJ had run off to. \n\n\"Last I saw the ol' boy, he'd swooned a rather enigmatic young missus. Hittin' her up with that trademark charm he be so apt to convey, may ye be known.\" He said, hawking a rather sizable luger and spitting it into a nearby wash-basin. \n\n\"So joo didn't see vere zey vent?\" Milla asked him, letting a single strap from her dress fall freely from her shoulders, eyes fluttering sultrily. The cheetah barkeep gulped aloud, swallowing saliva down hard, clicking his throat audibly. He shook his head, heart thumping in his chest, kneecaps tingling at the sight of her slender gorgeousness. His slim tail twerked mindlessly behind his back. Milla shrugged, pulled her strap back up and walked away. Later on into the evening, when the filming crew and the party-goers had all booked it for a good night's rest, William would have himself a good, healthy fap to the sight of Milla's slight cleavage exposure.\nMilla heard buses arriving from somewhere up-shore, near where the parking lot was located. She crouched down low and crept up softly behind the tiki hut, sneaking a peek from behind a large palm tree trunk at… TJ. She saw TJ. Not just TJ, but the panda-girl as well. The one with ram horns and goat hooves. She was bathing freely in the brook and TJ was toking from a doobie, gazing upon the panda-girl's voluptuous curves, tail wagging happily. Milla wondered where the purple lights had come from. Did she have a cell-phone that was super-bright? Maybe TJ possessed a glowstick that had lost its glare? Milla shook her head with unknowing mystery and backed up as slowly as she had arrived, leaving them to their own vices. TJ with his marijuana, the panda-girl with her exhibitionist streak.\n\n~\n\nAs Maile shook the excess brook-water free from her fur coat, she heard a weeping sound emanating from within her mind. She paused briefly, head cocked at a peculiar angle to listen in deep. She thought she recognized the crying voice but surely nobody else was anywhere near where her and TJ had been located, engaged in their sexual rites? Maile's face twisted into a sullen frown, wondering what in the hell she had thought she heard. Surely it wasn't TJ, for he was giddy as a schoolboy with a crush on his sensei. TJ wasn't the one caught weeping aloud. Maile wondered if it wasn't Maxwell she thought she heard. Maxwell, who had arrived with skeletons in his closet, with atonement to be had, Maxwell who had decided to come on the trip as a means of cleansing his conscience, of forgiving himself of all the sins he'd committed back home. \n\nTJ suddenly poked against Maile's backside, rubbing her shoulders. \"Is everything okay, Mai-Mai?\" He asked. \nMaile's concentration broke free and she turned around, regarding TJ with a timid look of love and graciousness. \"Yeah. I just thought I heard… something. Hmm. I guess not.\"\n\n\"Well then! You wanna come back and see where we're staying? Very nice dibs. And the view - well, you just can't beat it. Something else. Even though…\" TJ reached up and caressed Maile's cheek with his hand-paw, grinning softly. \"…it's not quite as beautiful as the view I'm presented with, even now. It doesn't even come close. Here. Finish this roach off for me, hon.\"\n\nMaile's eyes twitched and she produced a bashful grin, covering her muzzle with her hand-paw, a simply adorable gesture. Her tail swung around and brushed against TJ's crotch. \"Stop, goofball! You're embarrassing me. Now find your swim-trunks so we can be on our way without getting stranded and abandoned by our mutual parties.\"\n\"So, that's a no on the invitation?\" TJ asked Maile, eyes set in stone.\n\nMaile shrugged, shaking her head slowly, smoking the rest of the small roach until it burnt to a small nub, which she tossed aside into the brook, flowing away into Mother Pacific herself. \"Sorry, Teej, but no. I need to get back to my own hotel. Bradley has taken ill, who knows how he's faring now. And I need to make sure that Maxwell is safe and accounted for too. He can be, well… a little irresponsible without me to keep an eye out for him. Bassists, man. Bassists.\" Maile said, snickering to herself.\n\n\"Oh, you mean the shep-coon?\" TJ said. Maile nodded. TJ raised his hand-paw and waved it down, cocking his wrist. \"Aw hell, he'll be fine! He's with Jenna right now, she'll make sure he's kept in good spirits and trouble-free.\"\n\"I'm serious about him, TJ. He's had… issues lately. The only reason he came at all was to get a lot of serious life incidents off his back; to clean the slate, so to speak.\"\n\nTJ hugged Maile then, suddenly but briskly. His arms brushed against her back and their heartbeats joined together as one for a brief moment. \"Trust me, Maile. Maxwell has nothing to worry about, neither does Jenna. If you knew her as well as I do, you'd feel the same way.\"\n\nMaile shed a single tear down her cheek, feeling it leak against TJ's furry chest.\n\n[i]If only you knew Maxwell as well as I did, you'd probably feel an entirely different way about our situation. Oh, sweet mortal, beloved jackal lover, beautiful and creative with a keen filmmaker's eye… you'll never know the limits to his depravity. Or perhaps you do?[/i]\n\nTJ thought he heard a child whispering into his ear and dismissed the suspicion outright, feeling Maile's nude warmth against his body, between his arms. He let go and helped recover her swimming garments, slightly torn but no worse for wear. He guided her free from the secluded jungle depths, hand-paw in hand-paw, to make way for the large cobblestone barricade that separated the beach from the blacktop parking lot.\n\nUpon arriving, Maile gave TJ a departing kiss, winking at him. She ran off to track Maxwell down and TJ cleared his throat, feeling the weed kicking in hard. No way could that have just happened, but damned if it did. He had fucked a demoness under the influence of both strong drink and heavy smoke. TJ's life had been re-evaluated in the blink of an eyelid, the break of a frothy wave, the rise and fall of love and arousal. How he was expected to go back and assist Paige with her new toy was beyond him. He chuckled at himself, wondering if she'd wind up growing tired of the dildo and throwing it away for her own finger-paws. TJ's focus shattered and he looked around to find that the parking lot was nearly cleared out, virtually emptied of all cars except for the bus. The driver blared a large horn once, scaring off a group of albatross and seagulls, cawing out loud, swooping and hovering against thickened coastal winds in mid-air. TJ found his stride and trotted towards the bus, ready to return back to his cozy temporary abode, fully prepared to dream of Maile, a demon, a goat, a panda; a marvel of hybrid being. \n\nMaile, meanwhile, continued her search for Maxwell.\n\n[b]END[/b]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Samantha treaded a path down the sandy dune, a strong wind blowing her brown hair from her dismayed face, sticking sand to the runnels of tears that ran down her vixen-girl cheeks. She'd lost track of her boyfriend and spent close to an hour seeking him out, looking high and low. At last she'd found his boogie-board pressed into a bundled heap of dried kelp vines. A red smear graced its surface, shiny and viscous. Sammy wondered if it wasn't Danny's blood.

"Dan! Are you there?! Please, answer me!" Sam hollered out loud, voice broken by the whining cry of the seacoast winds. She caught sight of a bonfire burning close to the waves. The tide was out, low enough for the fire to stay lit, flickering madly. "Daniel! Please, please let me know where you are!!"

Samantha ran toward the fire and tripped over a bundle of twigs embedded in the sand. She plopped with a wet smack to the dampened sand, lobbing a wad of the stuff upon her cheek and muzzle. She sat upright in a panic and gazed back at what she'd tripped over. What she perceived as a fag of Beachwood had in fact been Daniel's head, canine eyes white and murky, staring at nothing in particular, brownish-black tongue lolling free from a blade-ravaged muzzle. Sammy screamed and wailed, standing upright and running away from her boyfriend's semi-buried corpse.

She hoped to reach the bonfire, safety and warmth, when a rudimentary force slammed into her back, bruising her ribs, knocking the wind right out of her. Samantha stumbled to the ground in a dead-heap. She heard ethereal growling from behind where she lay, half-dazed and uncomprehending. Sam gazed over her shoulder slowly, eyes trembling madly along with the flickering of the fire, face frozen in a polarized expression of absolute, raw fear. Whatever had gotten her beloved Danny now stood over Sammy, contemplating her demise, ready to feast, apt to kill her slowly, painfully, happily.

Samantha inhaled a deep breath to scream aloud. Instead, she inhaled a few dried trickles of sand that caused her to undergo a coughing and sneezing spasm. The demonic presence broke out into a series of hysterical laughing and TJ, the current horror film production's director, yelled "Cut! Wrap and assemble!" into a bullhorn loudspeaker, thus ending the climactic take in a delirious scene that'd gladly make its way into a gag-reel sequence.

~

 TJ broke his calm demeanor the second his lead actress started coughing savagely and sneezing all over the demonic cannibal that was supposed to be devouring her essence, the essence of a white cannibal queen. TJ rose from his chair as his relatively small crew all continued laughing like hyenas, even his hyena cameraman, James, couldn't help but indulge his own species stereotype as he cackled in a silly manner. TJ jogged lightly on over to Amy's side as his stuntman still loomed over her in a veiled, shadowy cloak.

"Ah, there we go Amy, upsy-daisy!" TJ said with a smile on his face as he helped brush the sand off of her shapely butt.

"Uuurgh! I'm sorry TJ, I got careless, it won't happen again!" She said angrily, as she stared at the ground, ashamed of her own mistake.

"Hey, come on now, don't be so hard on yourself, it happens to everyone!" TJ said with a re-assuring smile as he looked into the vixen's cute eyes.

"But i'm supposed to be a professional!" Amy yelled unintentionally, as she looked reluctantly up into his eyes.

TJ was taken back slightly at how loud her voice got, jumping slightly at the suddenness of it.
Amy realized how loud she'd just been as she tried to reel her voice back down to a normal level.

"I'm so sorry, it's just that, you know this is the first acting job i've gotten. Acting is my life, my passion, and I've gotta make a good first impression with this movie! If i don't, then it's good night Irene to my acting career, and I can't go back home to Cleveland a failure! I mean, you guys are probably gonna say it was a waste of money for me to join you on the flight from Cleveland to shoot here! You're probably gonna write this up, aren't you? You're gonna tell the executive at the studio that I was unprofessional and..."

Amy found herself cut off from her nervous, doubt filled ramble when the tall jackal suddenly wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled her into a big, warm hug. Amy was completely unprepared for this, as her agent had told her that most directors are cold and ruthless in the movie business, and even the ones that aren't don't show affection. But here she was, on a beach next to swaying palm trees in the beautiful island of Maui, being embraced by her director. A guy who was supposed to film her being taken to a camp full of naked, swaying jungle cannibals who were gonna offer her the remains of her butchered friends as tribute.

"Shhhh, it's okay." TJ said gently into her ear. " Do you have any idea how many times i let the boom mic into the shot in my first two films?" TJ said with an embarrassing chuckle as he pulled away from the embrace. "Too many times."

"It's true!" Came the high pitched voice of Paige Fenech, who stood with her own bullhorn next to James the cameraman. "I think Dolemite actually had less boom mics in the shot than in "Driller" and "Strip nude and die!" Paige yelled through the horn, a teasing glint of cruelty in her eye.

TJ glared at Paige with annoyed eyes at her remark. Despite his willingness to admit his own faults, every man had his limits on what he wanted to admit.

"Thank you, Paige!" TJ yelled with pure sarcasm back to his kinda-girlfriend. "You don't have to be perfect, Amy..."

"And wasn't your penis in the shot at one point?!" She yelled through the bullhorn again, interrupting him.

“Thank…you….Paige…. again!” He yelled back.

Amy now found herself giggling under her breath, which, despite her best efforts, TJ saw.

TJ dipped his head down and began laughing, trying to hide his reddening cheeks from his actress, with minimal success. Despite his own mile wide exhibitionist streak, he still found it embarrassing when his junk was seen without his knowledge, let alone on his first film, which made him all the more sympathetic to Amy’s plight. He remembered when he was a teenager, freshly kicked out of his parents' house for his rather “sinful” behavior, and answering an ad for a cameraman, hoping to accomplish his dream of making exploitation horror films for the rest of his life. Now, at age twenty five, he was gonna make sure this talented young actress from his old neighborhood would get her chance, too, even though her dreams of making it big in Hollywood were more illustrious than his dream of making low budget exploitation films from a small studio in Cleveland for the drive-in theater and direct to dvd market.

“Don’t worry, Amy, you’ll get it right tomorrow, I know you can do it! But as for tonight, though.” He paused and turned around to pick up his bullhorn, facing his crew as they looked at him and mingled in the back behind the cameras and lighting equipment. “Alright, guys, that’s a wrap for tonight! We’ll resume shooting this scene tomorrow night, let’s pack it up!” TJ yelled to his crew.

“And as for you…!” TJ spoke into the bullhorn, looking squarely and lasciviously at Paige, his eyes full of pent up lust. Paige merely chuckled slightly as she pulled her green tank top up slightly, revealing the under part of her sexy red bikini top. TJ giggled nastily as he shot her a dirty, playful grin, a slight bit of saliva dripping through his razor sharp teeth.

Amy rubbed her neck awkwardly as she watched her director grin lustfully at his busty hybrid gal pal, his muscled chest heaving with savage anticipation at the kinky night that was ahead for both of them. Even though Amy had been warned about how horny her director was, as well as how blatant and unsubtle he was about his escapades, she still found it odd just how much they were all over each other in between shooting scenes. In fact, she was pretty sure that she’d heard them going at in the ladies shower room at the motel they were all staying at.

Suddenly, TJ broke his piercing, borderline predatorily lustful smile at Paige and turned back towards Amy, his gentle smile and friendly, non horny demeanor returning in the flash of an eye.

“Anyway, are you going back to the hotel for the night, or would you like to come to the party over there? It’ll be Paige and I’s treat, if you want.” TJ said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder as he did so.

Amy cast a glance over at the party occurring on the other side of the beach, loud, tropical music blaring at the tiki bar with a few dozen people dancing amid tiki torches and fire performers.

“Well, um, I’d like to, TJ, but I’m only eighteen, so I can’t have any alcohol. I think I’ll just return to the motel tonight, take a shower and watch some re-runs of Gilligan’s Island.” Amy said, her thoughts turning to the shenanigans Gilligan and crew.

“Alright, Amy, but remember to be here by 5:00 P.M. tomorrow. It’s a big scene in the movie, and we’ve gotta have it wrapped tomorrow. So come witcha game face on, alright?” TJ said in a mock Jersey accent.

Amy laughed slightly at the fake accent as TJ smiled and ran off towards Paige, picking her up in his arms as she screamed and laughed before setting her down. TJ then proceeded to Pull Paige’s head toward hers, locking their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. TJ wrapped his arms around her waist as a soft, deep moan emitted from her cherry red lips, driving TJ’s mind further into delirious ecstasy. He began fondling her shapely backside, feeling the softness even through her tight blue jeans. Paige wrapped her arms around TJ’s back as she pushed her face further into his, slipping her soft, velvet tongue deep into his heated maw. TJ responded in kind, and proceeded to meet her tongue in the middle, suckling on her smooth appendage and reveling in the luscious juices before returning his lips to hers. TJ felt his blue beach shorts tightening gradually while his short, red sleeved shirt suddenly seemed far too hot for him. TJ quickly threw his shirt to the wind, revealing his rock hard abs and vibrant tattoos to the warm Maui winds. He briefly parted his lips with hers to let out a soft, relieving moan as his nipples grew erect.

Paige was about to respond in kind, when suddenly, from behind them, erupted a loud sound of someone clearing their throat, causing Paige to jump slightly. TJ turned his head around slowly, his mind still in a delirious daze from his fevered make out session with Paige, a goofy smile present on his jackal face. Standing there was a short, chubby mouse guy with a notepad in one hand and a pencil and large clipboard in the other, he was clad in a grey business suit and sporting a green tie. It was Martin Kitross, his rather emotionless and sturdy production assistant, though he was more like a male secretary, as he helped him keep track of production schedule. And he wasn’t much of a fan of TJ’s perverted ways, nor his rather limited commitment to wearing clothing.

“Hehe, sorry Martin, we were just, um, discussing our advertising campaign upon release.” TJ said coyly.

“Yes, it’s my job as advertising manager, after all.” Paige said in a business like voice.

Yes, and I’m quite sure it was a rather riveting conversation, TJ. But now, I need you to look over this schedule and make sure everything is in order. We need to be out of here in twelve days, or we’ll risk losing our filming permits for this area.” Martin said, his staunch British accent dripping with seriousness.

TJ sighed as he reached out and took the clipboard from Martin’s hand, taking the pencil with it. Even though he hated having to leave fun-time with his gal pal for now, he knew deep down that Martin was right. They were on a schedule, and they needed to make sure that everything was set up for the next twelve days, otherwise, filming would become a lot more costly than their small $400,000 dollar budget could afford.

“Alright, everything schedule wise seems to be in order, shouldn’t take me too long to skim every detail here!” TJ said with a noticeable pep in his voice. “You coming with, Martin?” He added

“Where are you going?!” Martin asked, confused

“We can’t leave our bunny gal all alone on her night off, can we” TJ said, smirking at Paige.

~

Maile Martinez sat beneath a palm tree bungalow, assembled with bamboo and nylon fishing net, sipping a Mai-Tai in a two-piece beach bikini. She was quite grateful that Gus had decided to grant her, Max and Brad some much-needed rest and relaxation by way of planning a short yet sweet trip to Maui. She had been keeping a keen, watchful eye on a large filming crew assembled upon the beach, filming what appeared to be some cheesy B-side horror flick. Maile rolled her rectangular goat irises and asked for a double, to which the bartender gladly honored. Tiki torches had been speared into the ground surrounding the bungalow hut, lit aflame, providing suitable lighting to the feisty patrons who inhabited the drink-trap location.

Maxwell was dancing alongside some beach-babes on a nearby cardboard-bound DJ's pad, laid down to provide stable dancing area that wasn't layered with sand. Max dry-humped against numerous girls and guys - all anthros, all inebriated and all rather pleased to make his acquaintance. A lynx guy, a maned wolf boy, a rabbit girl, two young gecko children, an elderly otter and a spirited lion couple. Max was finding the most enjoyment in the rabbit girl, a fairly busty babe with an athletic build and beautiful green eyes that complimented her cute little pom-tufted green tail and merle-stamped nose.

Grinning and chuckling to herself, Maile sipping her beverage, watching the shep-coon truly enjoying himself. She felt very bad for Bradley, who was shacked up in their hotel room, recovering from a bad case of stomach flu. Brad suggested food poisoning, Max suggested a bad strain of ganja and Maile still insists that he'd outdone himself and became ill from exhaustion. Whatever the cause, Brad opted to sit the beach-front bungalow party out. Maile, though let down, understood his choice and insisted that he contact Gus if there's any problems at all. Maxwell had a cell-phone that was dead and lacked a suitable charger, while Maile completely forgot her cellular device back at home, in Grants Pass.

A flood of bodies approached the bungalow from the beach, where the night filming had commenced and come to a sudden stand-still. Maile saw numerous shapes and sizes of anthros, all mixed and intermingling with the crowd, some dressed in beach trousers, others donning shorts and flip-flops, tank-tops and wrap-banded baseball caps. One anthro in particular caught Maile's eyes with keen persistence. She felt her irises glowing a deep shade of green as she stared at the jackal guy, trimmed and buff, skimming over a list pinned to a clipboard. A short, chubby mouse-guy walked to one side of him, taking notes on his own small pad of paper and a tall, lanky saluki anthro-woman tailed the other side of the jackal-dude, actively texting messages on her cell phone. Maile's gaze fixated on the jackal, his arm tattoos, his spotted thighs, his fluffy chest and lean, muscular figure. Even though she wouldn't dare admit it out loud to anyone else, no matter how convincing they may have been, Maile Martinez felt a surging rush of hungry arousal over him. She just had to know more about his angle, his intentions... and perhaps his attractions.

~

The party was in full swing as TJ, Paige and the crew packed up their gear into their three vans, which drove off into the distance as the remaining crew descended upon the tiki huts, their faces caked with sweat from the day’s work. Some of them made their way to the bar to order their favorite poison, while others, including TJ and Paige, along with a reluctant Martin, disappeared into the dance crowd to get their freak on.

TJ smiled gleefully as he let himself drink in the atmosphere of the vibrant party, his keen senses going wild from the overload of pleasurable stimuli. A plethora of gorgeous girls danced everywhere across the cardboard pad to the vibrant music, their heaving chests bouncing rhythmically to the thumping, tropical party music, their breasts practically begging to be expelled from their colorful bikinis. Tiki torches lined the beach as marveled onlookers gasped in amazement at the amazing performers who walked across hot coals and swallowed fire. The whole night felt alive with vibrant a vibrant spirit, a spirit that blew pure joy across the night sky, raining down onto the partygoers below.

But that all paled in comparison to the spectacle on the ground, the radiant form of sexual lust and fiery beauty that was grinding and swaying her hips feverishly in the center of the dance pad. A gorgeous rabbit girl, slim and toned, clad in only a bright red sling bikini and black leather boots, danced passionately to the music that thumped through the hut. Her plentiful cleavage heaved forwards and back, her gorgeous and shapely ass swayed from side to side, twisting and teasing the men and women behind her with its shapely perfection.

TJ and Paige merely stood there, their eyes widened and jaws dropped far. Despite how many times they’d both been with Jenna, they’d never seen her in this swimsuit before, and it was making her already gorgeous figure seem almost sculpture like in its beauty and perfection. Jenna’s eyes were closed, her mind firmly wrapped in the rhythm of the music that entranced her. But Paige knew how to get the busty bunny’s attention.

A sharp whistle from Paige’s lips caused Jenna’s ears to perk up, she turned around and her eyes grew wide while a smile formed on her lips. Through the crowds of dancers, she saw her studly jackal boy and her foxy Fennec/kitty babe. And, after quickly klutzing her way through the crowd of dancers in a clumsy manner that was so unlike her recent dancing grace, she leapt quickly into the waiting arms of both her waiting friends.

TJ smiled gleefully as both he and Jenna passionately and slowly kissed each other with gleeful relish, savoring the sweet tastes of each other’s lips before Jenna pulled their lips apart and planted an equally hot and passionate kiss on the lips of Paige. TJ smiled as he wrapped his arms around the hips of both girls as they savored each other’s lips passionately with their soft tongues, moans eliciting softly from their lips. Jenna then slowly pulled her lips apart from Paige and began planting little kisses on TJ’s neck while Paige and he resumed their hot and lustful encounter on the beach beforehand. Jenna gripped the Jackal’s chest as he continued to make out slowly and passionately with Paige, saliva dripping down their lips and onto Paige’s heaving breasts as they slowly pulled their lips together and joined Jenna in a slow, three way makeout session.

“We’ve missed you, Jenna.” Paige said, as she pulled her head back slowly, the other two following suit.

“Not as much as I’ve missed you!” The rabbit said with exuberant glee as she hugged the two warmly.

“I don’t know, J-bun, I missed that swimsuit of yours pretty hard today, and I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve seen you wear it!” TJ laughed.

“Hehe, so you like it, I take it?” Jenna asked as she did a little twirl.

“TO SAY THE LEAST!!” Paige and TJ spoke in unison.

Jenna laughed deeply at the compliment as her two best friends eyed her lustfully.

“Well, you two weren’t the only ones.” Jenna said, as she smirked at the two, eyeballing her recent shep-coon dance partner as he shook his hips with a slim, sexy fox femboy in a speedo. Jenna eyed the shep-coon once again, looking over his slim, yet toned body as it grinded against the hips of the speedo clad fem. He was certainly a handsome fellow, a rocker stud if she ever saw one. Half of his chest was completely shaved, while his other half was covered in soft, yet scruffy looking grey fur, with a tuft protruding from his chest, which was flanked on either side by pierced, perky nipples. His hair was a mess of sexy dreads, which fell around his face while he wore an eyepatch over one eye.

“Hey guys, I want you to meet someone!” Jenna said, motioning over to the shep-coon who danced the night away.

~

Maxwell, heart immersed within the beat of the rapturous music, ringed tail swaying to and fro, getting in touch with his inner-MJ beside an excessively attractive young fox-lad donning a fur-tight speedo, felt relentless. He was invulnerable to all things anguishing and decrepit. If a random gunman stomped free from the crowd to plant a shotgun slug into the shep-coon's chest, he wouldn't even budge an inch. Tonight, Max was incited with a new fury. Not one of rage, but one of pure uninhibited pleasure. This sensation, coupled with the sweltering humidity of the oceanfront, forced Maxi-poo into a submissive trance of dance, self-expression, love and lust. The world was his oyster and soon, he'd suck a gorgeous pearl free from its fleshy depths.

From the corner of his peripheral vision, Max saw the bunny-girl he'd been getting fresh with approach him once more. He wondered if she hadn't returned to engage in some raw, raunchy dry-humping bump-n-grind action. The DJ was pretty damn versatile, Max reminded himself to leave a hefty tip after his (or was it her?) set wrapped up for the evening... that is, if it ever did.

Bunny-girl ran up to Max and rapped at his shoulder, breaking his stride and grasping his full, unsolicited attention. The fox-boy nudged away slightly, visibly perturbed by her presence, most likely blue-balled and devoid of any chances had in courting the gorgeous hybrid in the most vivid sexual manner imaginable. Later that night, foxy-face would most definitely masturbate himself into a dazed frenzy while fantasizing Max's mouth bobbing up and down in his crotch. The thought alone caused a tiny spurt of pre-cum to exit freely into his neon-green speedos.

"Hey, man! I've got some friends I'd like to introduce to you!" Jenna said aloud, trying to speak over the thundering bass from the music. Max nodded, slightly uncertain of what she'd said but accepting her words regardless. He let her nudge and pull him aside, fuzzy hand-paws resting on his shoulders, tail swaying against her hip. Max waved and winked at the various dancers, onlookers and bar patrons who'd been watching him belt out the jams. Max felt a momentary sense of slight embarrassment then remembered that he'd most likely never see any of these furs ever again and decided to let it all out, whooping and cajoling loudly with his fists raised up high. The dancers whistled and cheered as the DJ (a short otter girl, who knew?) flipped a vinyl record between her webbed finger-paws and slapped it face-down upon her turntable, cuing in a fresh new beat with a certain Latin appeal.

Jenna dragged Max up to TJ and Paige, smiling wide, tongue lashing mindlessly against her large front teeth.

"Hey guys! I want you to meet a real rockstar! This guy's name is... uh, hey what's your name, man?"

Max blushed beneath his fur, feeling a humbled sense of flattery at being referred to as a rockstar. Goodness, he just couldn't get over that stigma.

"Maxwell! Pleasure to meet you both!" Max said with a healthy smile, holding up his hand-paw to give two brisk shakes. When he shook Paige's hand-paw, he did so with both his hands on hers, lightly caressing her wrist, taken back by her warmth. Jenna made a small sultry glimpse at Paige, wondering what it'd be like to engage in a four-way with these fuzz-butts.

"Yes, the pleasure is ours entirely, Maxwell!" TJ said, gazing uncomprehendingly at his scarring and his eyepatch, wondering what in the hell could have possibly happened to him. Max leaned in close to TJ, grasping his shoulder, whispering into his ear.

"Drugs nearly killed me, man. Never cook meth for a crooked drug baron. In case you were wondering about my scars." Max said solemnly. TJ cleared his throat and nodded. Max cackled aloud and patted his shoulder, no harm, no foul.

"What time did you want to meet back up at the shooting site, Teej?" Jenna asked the jackal-dude.

"Five pee-em, on the dot! We've gotta get a lot of rest too because this next upcoming shoot is a big one. Don't forget, Jenna!"

"Yeah, Jenna. Don't forget. Set your alarm." Max added with a snarky grin, making Paige chuckle.

"Oh, you can bet your bottom dollar I won't miss out on that one!" Jenna said, reaching up to squeeze at Max's muzzle playfully. Max stuck his tongue out and mewled like a kitten. TJ and Paige smiled wide.

"Hey, glad to meet you, man! Could I buy you a drink, perhaps?" TJ insisted to Maxwell, who politely declined the offer.

"Muchas Gracias, my friend, but I've got some planning of my own to be made ahead of time. Rehearsals, you know. They're a grueling process." Max said, air-strumming an invisible bass guitar. TJ nodded in comprehension, understanding completely.

"Of course! We're artists and we demand our beauty sleep, right?"

"Fuckin' A right, dudeaholic!" Max exclaimed. Jenna tugged a hand-full of Max's dreadlocks and opted to pull him away to a more secluded location for a private dance or two. Max waved at TJ and Paige, allowing himself to be guided along with Jenna to God knew where. They nudged against a large gecko holding half-a-dozen tequila shots and apologized for bumping into him, which the gecko shrugged off with a smile. The gecko-dude offered TJ and Paige a shot apiece. TJ held the glass with curiosity.

"Who's this from?" TJ asked the gecko. He nudged his head towards a panda-girl sitting amicably in a far corner of the tiki hut's bar counter, staring with wild intensity.

"That girl over there, bud. It's on her. You should go make yourself known to her, eh?" Gecko-guy said, shrugging his shoulders. TJ downed his shot with a single gulp and placed the glass in Gecko's swimtrunks pocket, nodding in agreement. Paige grabbed at TJ's chest and rubbed it companionably, brushing her cheek against his neck.

"You gonna be okay, baby?" Paige asked the jackal. TJ reached back and caresses her hips, giving her buttocks a pleasant squeeze.

"Of course! I'm gonna go introduce myself to her." TJ said, eyes fixated upon the panda-girl with ram horns and goat irises, the girl who seemed out of place among all the camaraderie of the tropical beachfront party.

Paige nodded, kissing at TJ's muzzle. "Okay, love. I'm gonna go rehearse some lines and play around with that new vibrator I got then. Try to come home soon, would you? That toy won't be enough for me, I think." Paige said, reaching down at TJ's groin, caressing his junk through the thin fabric of his swim trunks. TJ moaned aloud and turned to face Paige directly, planting a saucy kiss upon her lips. His promise was more than kept with this kiss alone. Paige downed her shot-glass and chucked it over her shoulder, accidentally bonking it against Martin's head. Martin groaned and rubbed at the point of impact, nearly dropping his clipboard. The saluki-girl laughed aloud, rolling her hazel-grey eyes.

"Zat vas quite gracevul, Martin." She said with a dry sarcastic wit in her tone.

"Says the girl who couldn't barter her way out of a donut hole?" Martin replied in a small raspy murmur, rubbing at his head, not looking forward to the large welt that would grow on the spot first thing tomorrow.

"At least I am trying, joo leettle devil." Saluki-girl responded with a thick lack of expression, continuing her texting spree.

"Can it, Milla. We've got work to do if we hope to have a successful shoot tomorrow." Martin said, adjusting his tie, tucking his pen behind his large ear. He'd hoped TJ wouldn't get too balls-deep into any further delays than necessary. He leaped up and nabbed a shot-glass from gecko-guy's grip and downed it, coughing up a fit right after downing the top-shelf liquor. Martin wished he'd had a lick of salt and a lime wedge right then and there.

~

"May I sit here?" TJ asked Maile, pointing to the barstool next to her. Maile trembled with nervousness and unexpected uncertainty. She had hoped he'd take the drink but she didn't expect him to reply so thoroughly like this. A million thoughts sprawled at breakneck speed through her mind: how good was he in bed? How big was he? How long could he last? Was he always so handsome? What was his childhood like? How many girls had he fucked in his lifetime? Was he seriously the director for whatever kind of film they were shooting down beside the beachfront? Who were those girls he'd been hanging out with and where did the bunny take Max? Was she as drunk as she thought she was? Did humidity always tamper with one's thought process as blatantly as this?

Maile's suspicions and thoughts cut off at the stem as soon as TJ reached up and put his hand-paw upon hers, squeezing it elegantly with a friendly approach unheard of in her hell-bound upbringing. "Thank you for the drink, my dear." He said casually. Maile's knees trembled and her heart began to race off the charts. She hoped not to faint in front of this devilishly handsome jackal. Slowly with a whim of struggle, Maile nodded and grinned.

"You're welcome." Maile nearly whispered, voice cracking, timid as a mouse in a stable full of horses. TJ smiled and held his hand-paw up to the bartender, capturing his attention.

"Barkeep? Another round for us, please. On me."

~

TJ lowered his hand after the bartender acknowledged his order, and he turned his attention back to his gorgeous new companion, his face instantly turning a small shade of red as he gazed into her beautiful yellow eyes. She was gorgeous, her shapely body, supple breasts and firm butt sending images of them wrapped in the fiery embrace of carnal lust, with him thrusting firmly and relentlessly into her moist womanhood as he fondled her soft breasts and tasted her fiery lips with his long canine tongue. TJ giggled sheepishly, yet nervously, as he felt his shirt become too warm for the weather all of a sudden.

TJ lifted up his shirt and tied it around his waist, letting his sweat glistened, muscular body finally catch the refreshing breeze of the Maui air. He felt his nipples perk up slightly as goosebumps formed all across his body, the hot pulsing of the vibrant music matching almost perfectly to the beating in his chest. TJ was beginning to feel weirdly silly, kind of like he did when he first lost his virginity at age 15, it was that feeling he got when he was with a woman that he just straight up had the hots for. TJ cleared his throat as he forced the lustful thoughts out of his mind...for the moment.

"So what's your name? I don't think we've been introduced yet, mine's TJ, TJ Palmer." TJ outstretched his hands to the exotic goddess before him.

"My name's Maile, Maile Martinez, and it's very nice to meet you TJ!" She said with a warm smile, returning the handshake.

TJ felt another wave of red appearing on his face, not only was this girl beautiful as hell, but she had the warmest smile TJ had ever seen. He felt himself having to resist that urge he often got to kiss women to tell them how much he liked them, he felt so dorky sitting there and staring back at this warm faced goddess, who sat perched like a goddess of lust encased in pure diamond, while he sat there with his sleazy and dorky horror movie tattoos and goofy blush.

"So, hey! I saw you and a bunch of other furs setting up equipment and packing things up, are you part of that horror film that was shooting over there?" Maile asked

Immediately, TJ felt his shyness leave his system as a big, dorky smile formed on his face and an excited gasp escaped from his lips. The dork in him was finally going to emerge.

"Oh yeah, we're shooting a movie called 'Slaves of the white cannibal queen'!" TJ blurted out in pure excitement.

"It's really cool 'n' stuff, it's about this group that ventures into the jungle, and they're all attacked by a tribe of cannibalistic cave dwellers who live nearby! They're captured, and many of them are eaten alive, while the expedition leader's daughter is believed to be a reincarnation of their god, and she's made their queen, and she has to partake in all these nasty rituals where she has to eat the flesh of her comrades in order to consummate her marriage to their chief! She starts to fall under the influence of the chief through smoking their drugs, and she starts to believe she really is the incarnation of their goddess! And so, the surviving members of the expedition have to escape from their camp, but not before enduring the savage blood orgies of the new cannibal queen!" TJ blurted out at a rapid pace.

"It's so cool, we've got a lot of naked girls, and cannibal orgies, gore, it's so awesome! You know we-" TJ stopped in the middle of his dorky ramblings, a big blush suddenly enveloping his entire face as he smiled awkwardly while scratching the back of his head.

TJ cleared his throat "But-um, so...yeah, I'm directing it, we're not a big studio or anything, we work for a company called Madhouse Inc, we're based out of Cleveland, we deal entirely in exploitation films, we're just here for a little while longer before we head back." TJ said, desperately trying to regain his composure.

Maile just sat there, completely wide eyed as she absorbed everything the silly jackal blurted out. She had not encountered someone this goofily excited in quite a while, it was like watching a kid talk about the adventures he had with his action figures. It was so dorky and adorable that Maile began to feel her former shyness melt away in the presence of such blatant nerdery.

"Hehehe! I take it you like what you do?" She jabbed at his sides in a good natured, teasing way.

TJ smiled easily, regaining a bit of his composure, at least she didn't think he was 'too' weird.

"Oh hell yeah, I love it, I'd never do anything else! It's my passion, it's everything I've ever wanted in a career! I get to make gory horror films, complete with lots of T&A, among other things those big wusses at the major film companies don't seem to touch anymore. Then, we get to put them on the Midwest drive in theater circuit, which has made something of a comeback in the last few years, much like vinyl." TJ finished.

Now it was Maile's turn to be all dorky.

"Oh hell yeah, man, I know what you mean there! Vinyl's come back and it's sick, man! Getting to hear all those awesome artists on those sweet, big round spinning discs is like a dream come true, and it shows all those digital loving kids what they've been missing! Lemme tell you, man, there's nothing quite like hearing that raw, gritty and dirty New York style punk rock songs on crystal clear speakers on state of the art records and record players, it's how it was meant to be! You should hear how Bonham's drums sound on these new records, dude, it's fucking..." Maile paused.

She noticed TJ had started eyeing her in that sly, devilishly cheeky way that only jackals can do. She realized just how close she came to rambling like he'd done, and suddenly, all the red came rushing back to her face as this sexy dude eyed her teasingly.

"Hehe, I take it you like what you do, as well?" TJ said, raising his eyebrow.

~

"Buddy, you have no idea." Maile said in a deep, sultry voice, cocking her brows into curvaceous waves, flashing her smile back at TJ as she tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders. Her long brown hair bounced and swayed as Maile sucked back her shot-glass, filled to the brimming edge with tequila. Or was it vodka? Maile didn't know, nor did she care. The presence of this gorgeous jackal right near her was intoxicating enough without fretting over what her choice of liquid poison had been and was, even then. "To be able to go out onto a stage in a venue that's filled to capacity, sold out to hundreds of young anthros just like you and me, cheering for my band, calling out my name and the names of my band-mates, full of energy and vitality… its better than sex, in many ways." Maile's eyes twinkled with numerous memories of her previous performances, her many drumming solos that wound up with busted drumsticks or torn snare drums or bent cymbals or burnt microphone cords or Max's bass guitar neck impaled into her bass drum or-

"Aw, come on! Nothing can be as good - if not better - as sex! I mean, I've got lots of experience in filming sexual scenes and erotic situations and let me tell you, missy." TJ said, clearing his throat and swigging back his shot, moaning aloud and belching slightly afterwards, causing Maile to giggle with her fist covering her mouth. TJ shook his head and raised his hand-paw up to exclaim his point. "Between jamming out on an instrument and jamming myself into a beautiful woman, I'd definitely settle for the latter any ol' day!" TJ spun the shot-glass upon the bartop counter, causing subtle reflections from the surrounding Tiki torches to flash vividly, illuminating his blue eyes with sporadic bursts of natural candlelight. Tiny plumes of smoke rose free from the large wicks, fending off any intrusive insects who thought it wise to interfere with the enjoyment of the anthros during their beach-front party.

"That may be true. However, the vibrations one feels when pounding out a good rhythm on a double-petal bass drum… well, let's just say it totally knocks any vibrator out of the park. I don't even think Paige herself would be able to handle the intensity of the sensation."

"Wait, how did you know she was telling me about her vibr-"

Maile placed her hand-paws upon TJ's shoulders and at once her eyes glowed a brilliant shining green, exerting shimmering heat waves from her deep hypnotic stare. The small lightbulbs strung up along the awning of the tiki hut began to flicker and all other noises became a dull buzz. The bass from the otter DJ's set faded to the sound of bees buzzing freely from within their combed hive. Laughter and conversation had all been significantly muted, devoid of any audible sense. The only thing that TJ could hear now was Maile's harsh breathing and, and-
your parents, talking faintly in their bedroom. You wonder what could be the problem, what's got them so upset, why your mom is crying and why your dad is attempting to comfort her, despite her ugly heaving sobs, shushed to a bare level so as not to disturb anyone else in the household, mainly you. Upon lightly nudging their bedroom door open, you see the two of them sitting at the edge of their bed, dad with his tie loosened and mom with her hair let down. They share a bottle of brandy or cognac or some damn thing between their thighs, taking turns at taking sips. Upon their bedroom television, scenes flash and flicker with relenting intensity. A man is murdered by a power drill's spinning circular blade rammed into his neck with horrible graphic detail, children forced to watch in screaming abysmal terror, deep throbbing orchestral music blaring out loud in the background. You are horrified at first, wondering why in fuck's name your parents would be watching such a disgusting feature film. It isn't until you look at the cassette tape's box placed upon a corner of your parent's bed that you make a startling connection. The box features a familiar piece of artwork upon its cover and printed in big, sprawling red letters, the title reads "Driller". Your heart sinks and your balls itch, crawling back up into your groin. You begin to feel weak in the knees and short of breath, as if you may faint soon. You quietly excuse yourself from your parent's bedroom, making sure to nudge the door shut as quietly as possible. Upon exiting from your horribly strict, feverishly taboo and pro-religious homestead, you feel a vast myriad of emotions, an intaglio of feelings and thoughts race through your mind at breakneck speed, threatening to drive you mad. You stomp your way out from your childhood home, leaving tracks in deep-pitted snowfall, huffing deep, exhaling vapor with each troubled breath you take, ready to abandon religion once and for all, to shun your parents for good, to take matters into your own hand-paws and make a suitable living in creating imaginative and exploitative horror films and-

Maile's face reappeared in TJ's vision, eyes jittering and snarling muzzle now going limp, soft and expressionless. The tips of her ram-horns had been burning during the
(Vision? Hallucination? Telepathy? Soothsaying?)
strange occurrence that overcame TJ. He saw tiny plumes of smoke trails rising freely from her horn's needle-sharp tips, charred black, scented with a faint aroma of burnt ivory. Maile rubbed her hand-paws against TJ's shoulders companionably, then smiled again. She licked at her thumb-paw, rubbed it against her finger-paw and pinched her dampened paw-padded fingertips against her ram-horns, extinguishing tiny orange embers with faint sizzling sounds. Maile swayed her head, tossing her hair back over one of her shoulders, crossed her slender panda-girl legs and removed a maraschino cherry from a nearby bowl, nibbling at the juicy fruit, eyes free of their glow. She licked at the cherry before eating it whole.

"What… the fuck… did you just… do… to me?" TJ asked Maile in a near-stutter, shocked into a thickened awestruck fascination.

Maile jerked and jutted her lower jaw for a short moment, then spat out the cherry's stem, tied into a perfect knot. She giggled aloud, then placed another full shot-glass in front of TJ. "Well, that was just a little trick I picked up from my old home. I guess you could call it my birthplace, if you will. After all…" Maile flicked her finger-paws and produced a small flaming orb that hovered within the reach of her palm, floating in mid-air. TJ saw his own reflection in a shiny chrome-polished spherical orb nestled within the core of the flames. The metallic ball shifted and produced the facial shapes of his family. TJ saw his mother, his father, and another. A face he hadn't seen but in various family photos and in his deepest imaginative dreams. "So, TJ…" Maile closed her palm into a fist, extinguishing the flames and causing the spherical orb to dissipate into thin air. She reached over across the bartop and grabbed four more drinks, nodding to the bartender, who raised a considerate hand-paw at her and nodded. TJ suspected she was running a steady tab. Maile slid two shot-glasses towards the jackal and downed her own tequila-filled shot-glasses at once, two in a row (without a lime wedge or a lick of salt!), then fixated her gaze upon TJ once more, nearly swaying in her barstool. Even though Maile had never been drunk before, there was always a time and place to start. Plus between the sea-level elevation and Maile's fascination in TJ's overall sexual appeal, there was simply no way she couldn't get a little tipsy. Maile hiccupped, leaned in close to TJ and used her tail to balance herself out, preventing an ugly faceplant spill. She dragged her hand-paw across the edge of the countertop and grasped at TJ's wrist, blushing deeply beneath her fur-tufted cheeks, feeling an incredible sense of arousal for the masculine jackal hottie. "Wanna tell me what you see in a girl like me?"

~

TJ stared, wide eyed and slack jawed, at the tipsy, crimson beauty who stared lusciously back at him with eyes of lustful intent. TJ had approached this sexy lady with the intent of making friends, having a drink, and maybe getting some sweet rumpy pumpy in a secluded part of the beach, but so much had happened within the last thirty seconds that his brain was having such a hard time processing it all. He had just witnessed supernatural activity for the first time in his life, from a woman who was not your normal, everyday kinda girl you run into on the streets or in the sheets. She had read his mind like an open magazine, and just learned things about him that he hadn't even told his three current girlfriends. It was something so personal, and so painful to him, that he just couldn't bring himself to confess it, despite how much he desperately wanted to.

Maile's question, what kind of things he sees in a girl like her, rang endlessly in his head, drowning out the rhythmic cacophony of the pulsating music echoing all around him. But he didn't have an answer, how could he have an answer? There was never any girl he met that was like her, a woman of flesh and blood, yet clearly not like everyone else. She had just exhibited sorcery, magic that he only guessed existed in his most vibrant fantasies, like it was nothing. It shouldn't have been real, but here it was, myth encapsulated in this vibrant goddess who stared lusciously at him with those glowing green eyes.

"Holy shit!" TJ suddenly gasped, eliciting a chuckle from Maile.

"Well, I'm not exactly holy, but I take it you're impressed, mister director?" She teased.

TJ nodded silently, gulping in anticipation for what might come next. Despite his own reservations, TJ felt emboldened and relieved at finally having someone know about his history with his parents. But she didn't know everything, or at least, he didn't think she did, he wasn't quite sure of a lot of things at the moment.  Still, she knew enough, enough for him.

"Wow, I-I, um, well...damn, I don't, I..., I never told anyone about that." TJ said, before quickly gulping down two glasses of whiskey.

"Hehe, yeah, I can tell, but you still haven't answered my question, you silly fuzz butt!" She replied.

TJ lowered his head to the ground, pointing to the top of his cranium with his index finger. Maile immediately knew what he was asking for, he wanted her to read his mind. Maile cracked her fingers and softly placed both of her hands on top of his big, scruffy head.

Maile closed her eyes for just a second, but after she opened them, the area she found herself in looked completely different. Gone were swaying palm trees, beach and rivalrous party-goers bumping and swaying to the music on the makeshift party mat, gone were the flames from the tiki torches that lit the warm Maui night. Instead, Maile found herself in a spooky, gothic-era house with various old paintings lining the walls of a large living room. All across the room were naked furs of every species and gender, engaged in the most rapturous fits of sexual ecstasy.
Everywhere, from on the floor, spread across the red couch, up against the wall, everywhere one could step there was a mass of writhing bodies. Cocks entered pussies, tongues wrestled and breasts grinded everywhere Maile looked. And the fucking. Oh, there was lots of fucking. Through a window on the back wall, Maile could see a dark, moonlit forest shrouded in thin fog, but through the fog, one could see various small children holding giant bags of trick or treat candy, all wearing big smiles on their faces as they strolled along, happily clad in their extravagant costumes as they journeyed through a large dense forest.

"Well this is certainly different." Maile chuckled.

Everyone's mental landscape looked different, as they were all shaped by the passions, joys, experiences and fears of each unique individual. The feelings of each person's mind were different, as well. Regardless of what bizarre and freaky, or normal and dull, stuff made up the condition of each person's mental landscape, a certain feeling could be felt within each of them, whether it was a feeling of loneliness, happiness, rage or anything else in between. With TJ, everything seemed spooky and sexual, but there was an undeniable feeling of warmth in the place. Everyone was having a spooky, sexy, damn good time; the whole place just felt welcoming.
Suddenly, Maile felt a pair of arms wrap around her stomach, startling her. She turned around fast, and found herself face to face with a very palpable and very naked TJ. Maile immediately turned redder than a cherry beneath her furry cheek-tufts as she went slightly limp from being hugged by such an immaculate stud.

"Oh thank you, Maile, thank you so much!" TJ screamed, tears flowing from his face.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, it's okay TJ, what are you..."

Maile was cut off by TJ, who licked the side of her face furiously, classic doggy smooches. TJ pulled back, allowing Maile to look into his eyes. Maile found herself having to resist cooing with cuteness; they were such innocent, warm, puppy-dog eyes, expressing a sense of beaming gratitude.

"Not even my girlfriends know about my parents basically disowning me, I couldn't figure out how to tell anyone! Oh God, I've wanted to tell someone for so long, thank you, thank you!" he blurted out at a rapid pace.
TJ embraced Maile again, tears leaking freely from his eyes as sniffles began sounding from his nose, while a big goofy grin appeared on his face.

"D'aaw, stop it TJ! You silly fuzz butt, you're gonna give me the waterworks, too!" She said, as she gave the silly jackal a big ol' cranium-noogie.

Suddenly, all the previous furs from behind Maile disappeared, and were replaced by projections of Maile and TJ. Maile stood there enraptured, watching her own naked body straddling TJ, both of their faces locked in pure ecstasy as they writhed in pleasure on the floor.

In slow motion, Maile watched TJ's big, hard cock slowly slide into the depths of her tight, wet womanhood, disappearing inch by agonizing inch until she saw his balls slowly slap against the back of her firm, yet soft ass cheeks. She could practically feel his hot breath on her nipples as she watched the muscular jackal wrap his lips around the firm nipple of her right breast, while she reached around back to cradle his soft head, heated moans escaping from between her lips. It was all too much, she could feel it, it wasn't really her, but she could feel it!
But it all disappeared. The room, the house, everything disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Maile suddenly found herself back in the tiki beach bar, surrounded by the pulsing music coming from the DJ's elaborate sound-system. She took her hands off of TJ's head as he slowly rose up to look her in the eye with a shy, embarrassed smile. Maile repositioned herself on the stool.

"You big, silly jackal, look what you did!" She said deviously, pointing a finger down to her panties, soaked from the heat of the vision. "You do know what I'm gonna have to do to you now, don't you?" She said with a devious smile on her face, as a small flame flashed in her jaded green irises.

TJ gulped as he felt his pants grow about eleven inches tighter.

~

Maile smiled and grabbed TJ's wrists, pulling him off his barstool.

"Woah! Hey, where're we going?" TJ said, perplexed and secretly aroused beyond his years.

"You'll see." Maile said in a whimsical young girl's voice that TJ found mercilessly adorable. He whipped out a Benjamin from his shorts pocket and slapped it onto the bar counter, which the barkeep grabbed with haste. Before he could break out change, TJ raised his hand-paw to the cheetah barkeep, insistent to a fault. The feline nodded and smiled with sweltering generosity.

"Thank you, sir!" He said, smiling wide. For a film-maker, the guy left a rather hefty tip when it came to strong drink.

Maile guided TJ into a lesser-populated copse of tropical forest that lay behind the tiki hut. A creek streamed fresh mountain water along large rocks surrounded by palm trees and tiki torches impaled into soft soil. Maile clopped along briskly, hooves echoing through the expanse of dense jungle. She reached a rather comfy-looking patch of sand and grabbed TJ's arms, pulling him close. Before TJ could get another word in, she smacked her muzzle against his and kissed him passionately. TJ moaned and opened his mouth, sliding his tongue into the panda girl's maw, tasting alcohol and a hint of burnt tinder. She pulled back and sat him down upon the sandy dune. TJ plopped to the ground and stared feverishly up at her, a divine goddess of sheer beauty. The flames illuminated her voluptuous curves and gorgeous brown hair, causing his stiffy to practically rip out of his shorts. Maile reached up and yanked free a large pre-rolled joint from behind her ear, tucked conveniently between her ram-horn and ear. She held the tip up near an open tiki torch flame and as the fag caught aflame, she took a hefty toke from it, inhaling smoke like a true Marley fan. She kept the joint between her finger-paws and held it down to TJ, offering him a bit of spark-N-blaze, which he accepted without a moment's hesitation. As TJ inhaled once, then twice, he coughed harshly and smoke pummeled free from his mouth and nostrils. Maile giggled, smoke rivulets seeping slowly from her own nostrils.

"Jeezum-crow, this is strong shit! Where the… fuck did you, uh… get this dope, Maile?"

Maile smiled and knelt down beside TJ, caressing his cheek with her long-nailed hand-paw.

"This is the kind of ganja that one finds when touring through the deepest reaches of the Pacific Northwest. You can thank our home-boy Maxwell for this particular strain. He spent countless hours, diligently watering and transplanting soil to get this grass to grow. Not too shabby, huh?"

TJ giggled shyly, nodding his head. "No, not bad at all." Maile smiled and her hand-paw dragged down his neck, across his chest and along the ridge of his navel, brushing along his thick abs. Maile tugged at his shorts and TJ growled softly, brushing his own finger-paws through her long thick brown hair.

"How often do you receive blowjobs, mister film-maker?" Maile asked TJ, licking her lips. TJ's jaw dropped agape, eyes opened wider, staring at her with lack of comprehension. Maile giggled and shrugged her shoulders. "Judging by your reaction, and what I'm seeing in your mind… not often enough, by my standards."

"Fucking hell, you are beautiful. You know that? Shit, I might consider casting you in a part soon." TJ said, eyes shining and glistening from the tiki torches, flickering light upon his fur-covered body. His tail wagged excitedly as Maile yanked his shorts free from his waist, pulling them along his legs, past his knees, off his large footpaws and throwing the cloth into a nearby hedge of bush. Maile stroked at TJ's large erect cock and purred like a kitten, hungry for some jackal-milk. When she lowered her head down to his groin, TJ thrust his hips upward, beyond excited. His cock poked at Maile's chin, causing her to laugh aloud. TJ went numb with embarrassment, apologetic as a child standing over a broken cookie jar.

"Woah! Sorry, I just-"

Maile pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him. "No apologies. I don't blame you one bit, really. Now just relax and let me do my thing here, okay?" Maile said, eyes glowing a jaded green, staring into TJ's eyes, or even into his soul, fully concentrating on his shifting facial expressions. TJ nodded, gulping back a wad of saliva that caused his throat to click. Maile cupped his testicles in one hand-paw and squeezed at the base of his large shaft with the other, then brushed her tongue at his moistened pink tip, causing TJ to moan and shiver with lust. Maile slathered her tongue up and down his shaft, licking his cock like a large lollipop, occasionally flicking at his nuts. When she got enough courage and confidence, Maile opened her maw wide and guided his erect penis into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his pink cock-head. TJ reached up and caressed her cheeks, rubbing at her arms and shoulders, panting and gasping.

"Hey, you know what?" TJ whispered, causing Maile to glance up at his face from his groin, continuously blowing him off. "I just figured out a great use for your horns."

Before Maile could comprehend what he meant, TJ reached down and grabbed at both of Maile's ram-horns. She had a split moment to prepare herself before TJ shoved her head down into his crotch, gripping tightly onto her horns for guided support. TJ face-fucked her with quickened persistency, slapping his balls against her chin. Maile gagged and squirmed, tail wagging rapidly, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she swallowed TJ's fat cock repeatedly, getting deepthroated maniacally. Her teeth dragged against the surface of his shaft and her throat clenched tightly around his tip, causing TJ to squirt a small hint of pre-cum down her throat. His knees buckled and his head swung back, pressing against a palm tree trunk. Maile gripped at his inner thighs, wrapping her arms around his masculine jackal legs, taking all eleven inches and more of TJ's abundantly large jackal-dick. When TJ began to tremble, feeling an oncoming orgasm approaching, Maile reeled back and spat his cock out, stroking it freely and licking at his tip, coughing and gagging, belching freely, tasting his spunk in her sinuses. TJ's hand-paws let go of her horns and caressed her head, brushing her fur-tufted cheeks, combing through her lavish hair, embracing her sheer beauty. Maile lifted herself up on one knee and twirled around to rest upon TJ's lap, pressing her hand-paws down on his chest, massaging his pectorals and pinching at his nipples teasingly.

"Okay, big boy, let's see what you're capable of. Can you tame a demon?"

TJ nudged his cum-slimed erection at her cameltoe-lump, against her cute bathing suit bottom, licking his lips, anxious to find out.

~

TJ felt his heart hammering in his chest as he stared at Maile's throbbing pussy, which sat only an inch away from his engorged manhood. TJ felt wild, unhinged and completely ready to taste the fires of unholy lust born from the sulfurous pits as this unholy maiden of fire and brimstone sat ready to drain his balls of every last drop of cum he could muster.

"Oh God, AAAH!" TJ savagely tore away the obstructing, soaked bikini bottom and savagely thrust his eleven inch manhood deep into the fiery depths of her pussy. Both TJ and Maile elicited sudden, sharp, gasping moans as feelings of fullness, tightness, warmth and wetness flooded their minds like a torrential wind. TJ grit his teeth hard as the overwhelming sensation of almost unbearable, heated pleasure and ironclad grip threatened to push him over the edge again.

"Holy-f-fuck, Maile, it feels like a furnace!" TJ said gasping, still trying desperately not to blow his load again.

Maile smiled deviously, biting her lip from her own feeling of strong pleasure.

"Demons aren't exactly known for being cold, jackal boy. Now lay down!" She said, as if commanding a dog.

Suddenly, Maile put her hands on TJ's chest and shoved him onto his back, eliciting a grunt of surprise from TJ as Maile placed one hand firmly on his chest, holding him in place as she leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Time to give the demon her due, TJ." She said seductively, giving his ear a slimy lick.

Maile then began rocking her hips back in forth in a rhythmic yet aggressive motion, placing both hands firmly on the jackal's chest as she straddled him savagely. Maile began moaning deeply in heated, gasping spurts as the jackal's cock slid in and out of her dripping depths. Maile looked down and saw TJ's cum slickened cock disappear into her womanhood, filling her once again with a sense of delirious fullness. Maile gasped as she pictured what that slimy cock looked like as it penetrated her red hot innards, the incredible image and sensation caused her to arch her back in sheer bliss.

TJ felt absolutely delirious as he lay there watching this fiery, demonic angel straddle him like her life depended on it, the sight of his cock pounding deeply into her heated depths only increasing the ever growing feeling of tightening in his balls. TJ couldn't believe how amazing she felt, while he had been with many girls before, and all of them being amazing in their own way, this amount of sheer pleasure would've seemed impossible before today. Her pussy was hot, extremely hot, and tighter than any woman he had ever been inside before. But despite that, her insides were softer than velvet, and it gripped his dick mercilessly. It took every ounce of his willpower to hold on.

TJ watched in what felt like slow motion as this unholy goddess arched her back in delight, causing her succulent, moisture-slickened body to glisten in the combined light of the full moon and the dancing torch flames. Her perfectly shaped breasts bounced as her perky, erect nipples pointed achingly out in TJ's direction. It was truly incredible, this panda-woman's body was perfect, not a blemish lay on it; it was taught, smooth and lithe.

TJ wrapped his arms around Maile's waist and pulled her down to his level, leaving her succulent breasts dangling tantalizingly over his mouth. TJ wrapped his maw around her right breast as he greedily began sucking and swirling his tongue around her nipple before cupping the other one in his hand and massaging it in a clockwise manner.

Maile moaned deliriously in agonizing pleasure as she felt her breast become enveloped in the solemn warmth of her canine lover's maw, gasping in slight surprise as she felt his other hand clasp her other breast. Maile slowly resumed her hip rocking, albeit in a slower manner now to synchronize with TJ's massages.

"Fuck, are you trying to milk ME now?" She giggled, then gasped slightly as she felt TJ lightly bite her nipple.

Suddenly, TJ leaped up from his sitting position and quickly set Maile back against the palm tree, causing it to shake at the sudden impact. TJ stared deeply into her fiery eyes as he held her pinned against the tree, eyes full of desire and lust, and kissed her roughly and passionately on the lips before savagely thrusting his cock back into her heated depths.

"Oh fuck, AAAAH!" TJ yelled.

TJ began thrusting harshly and quickly into Maile, his firm buttocks undulating wildly as he felt his balls slap harshly against her taint as he rammed her. Maile began to moan with a wide open mouth as TJ stared deeply into her eyes as he fucked her like an animal. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt his broad, muscular pecs squish against the soft mounds of her breasts.

Maile pulled TJ's head back towards her and jammed her tongue back down his throat, their slimy appendages exploring every inch of each other's mouths before she slowly pulled their lips apart again.

And as their tongues, still connected by a bridge of saliva, pulled apart and they stared into each other's eyes, Maile felt a vision enter her mind's eye. A sexy, voluptuous bunny girl, clad only in a small, red sling bikini, sitting on the face of a young shep-coon stud, who happily licked all the juices secreted by her velvet smooth pussy.

Well, well, I guess no one's getting any sleep tonight. Maile thought to herself, before her mind became lost once more to the rapturous ecstasy of carnality.

~

The tropical heat sweltered against their conjoined bodies as Maile and TJ engaged in the sloppiest of intercourse. Fresh natural spring water flowed along a small brook formed in-between the lush jungle path, trickling softly along a guided course towards the wide open Pacific blue, foamy and frothy with thick surf, teeming with coral reefs aplenty.

Maile's vision blurred and tilted lop-sided as she focused entirely on TJ and his shifting expressions, his staring gaze, his sultry demanding sexual prowess. TJ was unstoppable in his thrusting actions, impeccable in the ways of lovemaking. Maile felt the presence of her bassist and fellow band-member emanate very close by. Strong waves cast not by the ocean, but by way of telepathic channeling, coursed through her mind, echoing into her head, whispered not into her ears but into her very demonic soul. Maxwell was so close, yet so far. He too had engaged in a sort of orgasmic ritual with a beautiful female, one so familiar yet so unknown to Maile. Her solemn expression gave TJ a start and he slowed himself down willfully, gliding his girth slowly and cautiously into her swollen fleshy panda-girl folds.

"Am I being too rough with you… mmmm-Maile? Maybe I could-Ah! Uh, slow down a bit?" TJ whispered into Maile's ear, hovering over her body, arms propped against her ribs, clenching tightly down upon the palm tree's thickened root-smothered base.

Maile's eyes flashed a stark jaded green and her lips curled upward into a devilishly coy Cheshire cat's grin, providing a mixed expression of naughtiness and hunger. She shook her head in response, reached upward and grabbed TJ's shoulders with a firm grasp. He puckered his lips in preparation to kiss her some more but instead, like a professional salsa dancer, Maile grabbed his shoulders tightly and pushed herself free, twirling from the palm tree's trunk, still penetrated against TJ's cock, aiming for the soft patch of sand beneath TJ's footpaws. TJ gasped and held onto her thighs tightly so he wouldn't slip free of her vaginal grip and spun in a perfect one-eighty twist, paw-padded toes nestling into warm sand, just enough to kneel down and plant Maile's fur-fluffed bum down onto the pillow-soft ground tenderly, gracefully. TJ cocked his head with confusion and gazed at Maile with cocked eyebrows, wondering what the hell she was up to now. Despite her maddening grin, TJ hadn't a clue what else lay in store for himself, having prodded balls-deep into this deliciously arousing panda-demon hybrid. Maile stretched her arms outward into a V-shape and let the back of her head tilt down into the brook, water flowing freely through her hair, tugging it along the flow of the stream like a large shimmering chestnut-brown clump of sea-kelp. Maile licked her blackened panda-girl lips, wrapped her legs tightly around TJ's waist, clenched her pussy-muscles down with extreme strength (enough to cause TJ's blood circulation to cut off slightly in his cock tip) and whispered into the mind of TJ, never even uttering a single word out loud to the jackal, tickling at his nut-sac with her tail, brushing the long, fluffy fur follicles against his back and nape.

This is a beautiful beach, isn't it? The flames from the torches, the stark moonlight, the warm tropical air, the scent of sea-salt, the aftertaste of alcohol, ganja and sex in our mouths… how about you top it off for the both of us now, TJ? Go on, mister director. Maile locked her hooves together behind TJ's butt, grinding against his groin, ram-horns illuminating with an effulgent burning-red glow, sizzling and steaming while immersed in the small coastal brook. Maile's eyes penetrated TJ's soul, staring deep and dreamily. She was a hypnotic temptress in his eyes, blue and flickering with light and life and love. Maile lay steady, wanting, flooded with desire, anxious to feel the jackal's fresh warm cum in her body soon enough. For now though? She was ready to get fucked insanely hard by TJ, the sexiest jackal-guy she had ever set her eyes upon.

Maile was extremely grateful to mortals, to humans and anthros alike, to one and all who graced this very dimensional plane of limited existence. She was beyond humbled by their grace and charm, love and consideration, friendliness and eager intelligence. Even the bad ones, the shitty ones, had their fair share of beneficial gratitude. Maile had endured an incredible epiphany from the moment she'd stepped foot upon the sandy dune leading down to the most gorgeous beach-front, divine sunset spanning the entire horizon, separating the earth from what could very well be a heaven in existence, something she'd been raised to deny all her life until just recently. Maile considered her life cast among the sodomites and heretics, bathed in a sea of flame and a scorching desert of insane homicidal fury, born into the seventh inner-ring of Hell, the same Hell in which Dante Alighieri had described by way of poetic description circa 1308 AD, but never truly captured in all its tumultuous and damning glory. Maile and her fellow band-mates, sent on their own exclusive Hawaii trip, paid for in full by her most gracious touring manager and father-figure. Had the fates of chance and coincidence been given a say in the matter, especially upon this evening? Maile Martinez, ever-curious and eager to thrive in the ever-fluctuating interests of one's own determined and blessed spirit, would most likely never know. Nor did she truly wish to ever find out, may the Gods help her.

For now? The panda-girl had a jackal to milk dry. She raised her butt up to give TJ more leverage, flexing her abs, stiffening outright like a plank, beckoning him to her undying will. Let's share an orgasm together, TJ. Right here, in this place. I want to remember this moment… forever.

~

TJ smiled warmly and pulled Maile back into the warm embrace of a fiery kiss, locking their back lips together as TJ fondled her perfect breasts with his long, clawed hands, relishing in their squishy perfection. TJ was going to fuck this woman hard, harder than she'd (hopefully) ever been. Wherever she came from, whatever she was before tonight, and whatever she would be tomorrow, for one blissful night of joy, she was his. And he wanted to make sure she didn't regret being with a silly jackal floofbutt like him.

TJ planted his hands firmly into the sand to give himself maximum thrusting power, as he stared deeply into her eyes, the crystal clear water of the brook flowing through her wavy locks as she looked up at him with her trademark devilish grin. TJ then gave a grin of his own.

TJ slowly, yet roughly, shoved his rock hard member back into her throbbing cunny, his long canine tongue drooping to the side as his face as he became enveloped once more by its heated depths. TJ wasted no time and immediately began picking up the pace, his thrusts becoming frenzied and rough as he felt her warm womanhood sliding back and forth over his pulsing cock.

Maile looked up into the face of her jackal lover as his handsome face writhed in pleasure. His eyes were shut tight and his heated moans released waves of hot breath onto the panda/demon girl's face, combining with her own heated moans to create a beautiful symphony of incredible bliss. Maile felt every inch of TJ's sizable cock probing in and out of her pussy at tremendous speeds, pushing and grinding her hot, pink sugar walls closer and closer to the edge of no return.

Maile reached behind TJ and used both of her soft, yet firm hands to grab TJs firm, well-muscled ass, running her palms up and down his cheeks before giving them a firm slap, which resounded into the night with their frenzied, moaning chorus. She used her grip in rhythm with TJs strong thrusts to push him even further into her pussy, pushing his engorged cock hilt past the entrance to her wet pussy-hole.

"Glad the last couple inches-ah-deci-ded to-ooh-join the party!" Maile said between moans.

And for the next several minutes, the two were lost to the heat of primal passion, existing only for giving and receiving pleasure from each other. TJs well-toned, muscled body thrusting madly into tight pussy of the godlike beauty beneath him, who encouraged his ravaging of her own sweat slickened body by pulling him into her using his firm buttocks as leverage. Both of them were a heated mass of writhing flesh and grunting moans, thrusting, fondling and kissing every inch of each other's bodies in a mad dance of passion and lust.

"Aaah fuck, TJ, I'm getting close!" Maile said through heated breaths.

"Fuck, me too, gonna cum!" was all TJ could muster due to the limited amount of blood in his brain at the moment.

Suddenly, Maile's vision became assaulted with images of a tail, TJs tail. She could see it in her mind's eye, but couldn't figure out why she was seeing it, other than as a way of getting another look at TJ's nice ass. But then, as she neared the point of orgasm, its meaning came to her. She then smiled in the most evil way she could.

TJ could feel his balls tingling, getting ready to rise, every ounce of self-control he had was about to break, he was going to cum deep within the walls of her pussy. But would she like that? I mean, he couldn't get her pregnant, at least he didn't think so. Would she find it insulting to cum inside without asking her first?

But suddenly, TJ found himself unable to think, as Maile suddenly shot up, grabbed TJs tail with all his might, and squeezed as hard as she could. TJ suddenly screamed as loud as he could in the voice of his people, howling shriekingly to the night as he felt his balls shoot up in his sack instantly.

TJ continued howling uncontrollably as he blasted a hot load of musky, white jackal cum deep into the core of Maile's womanhood, triggering the kinky woman's own orgasm. Maile bucked her hips wildly and arched her back as waves of throbbing pleasure rocked her body, tightening her pussy's grip on TJ's cock like a vice as they both became rocked by their mutual orgasms.

Suddenly, Maile felt heat rising from her nostrils, and she knew what that meant. She stretched her neck back as far as it could go over the glassy brook behind her, and screamed in pleasure as suddenly, flames shot out of the demon girl's nostrils, reflecting brilliantly over the crystal clear brook behind her as their bodies continued to ride out their orgasm.

And as TJ finally felt his own balls settling down, he slowly pulled his cum drenched cock out of Maile's tight pussy, and stared in awe at the heavy metal spectacle before him. This beautiful girl, so hot she could only be created in the highest plains of heaven or the hottest pits of hell, erupted geysers of flames from her nose as her sweat racked, naked body reflected in the pail moonlight while she provided the greatest ending to any fun time EVER!

"*Huff, Huff* Wow, KISS just lost its title as "The hottest band in the world!" TJ said as he tried to catch his breath.

~

And as TJ uttered those words, Maile's horns caught aflame.

"WOAH!!!" She yelled, dunking her head into the brook, putting the fires out. Her horns sizzled and crackled, spouting forth smoke scented like raw carrion. When she was safe, she held her head up, eyes wide with a comical startled expression. TJ's face was also beyond psyched. Maile laughed aloud at the sight, squeezing her legs together around his waist, clenching him tightly against her waist, bracing his jackal dick in her, milking him of his seed. "That was a close one."

"You said it, sister!" TJ said, out of breath. He leaned in and planted a supple kiss upon her nose, smiling lovingly. "Maile? Babe? I think I may have thought of a fine conclusion to my film. It involves a demonic mistress and a group of very unlucky…" TJ grunted, slipping free of Maile's vaginal clutches. His cock leaked seminal fluids upon the sandy turf. Maile murred aloud, reaching down to rub at her clitoris, licking her lips. "…well, maybe not all that unlucky, college kids on spring break."

Maile rolled her eyes, devoid of their illustrious glow, and scoffed aloud. "Man, I'm certainly not the actress type. But your kindness shall not go unnoticed." She belched and a small cloud of smoke emanated from her mouth. "Whoo! Excuse me." TJ's eyes widened and his heart swooned. Maile reached up and grabbed hold of TJ's chest, pulling him down to embrace him in a cuddling hug. She kissed the jackal deep, tongue swirling against his lips and teeth, his taste overpowering her senses, her taste rich with marijuana and brimstone, maddeningly sexy.

~

"Where the HELL did they go?!" Martin exclaimed, holding his clipboard tightly under his arm, nearly breaking his pencil under his strained grip.

Milla patted the mouse's head. "All things come to zose who wait, leettle hrodent."

Martin shrugged Milla's slender hand-paw free from his head, sneering condescendingly at her. "If you were in my shoes, you'd be a bit more concerned, Milla. Now help me look for them!" He yelped, trampling off in a mini temper-tantrum, eyes scanning every face for his director and the mysterious yet intriguing panda-girl with large ram horns he'd courted just moments ago.

Milla cocked her brow, tossing her head back, flinging her long droopy ears behind her shoulders. She caught a strange glimpse of what appeared to be dark purple light through a copse of palm trees up from the coastline, shining brightly through leaves, reflecting off a tiny creek of freshwater running down to the ocean through a divot of shimmering sand. Upon this sight, her curiosity grew overwhelmed and she walked slowly towards the source of that insufferable light. How could such a thing be, immersed among the orange-glaring tiki torches and the cool icy blue moonlight? A trick of shadow, perhaps? Milla passed the dance-floor, now winding down for the evening, the DJ getting an early head-start packing up excess gear, including a tip jar that was crammed full of dollar bills and spare change, even a ribbed condom or two. Milla glimpsed at the otter girl and smirked. The DJ returned the glimpse with an expressionless, dull look in her eyes. Evidently, such generosity had worn off on her over time. Milla approached the bar counter, waving at the barkeep. He stopped rubbing a glass clean and put down his high-ball and towel to approach Milla, ready to offer her a cold one on the house if need be. She shrugged the drink offer off, asking where TJ had run off to.

"Last I saw the ol' boy, he'd swooned a rather enigmatic young missus. Hittin' her up with that trademark charm he be so apt to convey, may ye be known." He said, hawking a rather sizable luger and spitting it into a nearby wash-basin.

"So joo didn't see vere zey vent?" Milla asked him, letting a single strap from her dress fall freely from her shoulders, eyes fluttering sultrily. The cheetah barkeep gulped aloud, swallowing saliva down hard, clicking his throat audibly. He shook his head, heart thumping in his chest, kneecaps tingling at the sight of her slender gorgeousness. His slim tail twerked mindlessly behind his back. Milla shrugged, pulled her strap back up and walked away. Later on into the evening, when the filming crew and the party-goers had all booked it for a good night's rest, William would have himself a good, healthy fap to the sight of Milla's slight cleavage exposure.
Milla heard buses arriving from somewhere up-shore, near where the parking lot was located. She crouched down low and crept up softly behind the tiki hut, sneaking a peek from behind a large palm tree trunk at… TJ. She saw TJ. Not just TJ, but the panda-girl as well. The one with ram horns and goat hooves. She was bathing freely in the brook and TJ was toking from a doobie, gazing upon the panda-girl's voluptuous curves, tail wagging happily. Milla wondered where the purple lights had come from. Did she have a cell-phone that was super-bright? Maybe TJ possessed a glowstick that had lost its glare? Milla shook her head with unknowing mystery and backed up as slowly as she had arrived, leaving them to their own vices. TJ with his marijuana, the panda-girl with her exhibitionist streak.

~

As Maile shook the excess brook-water free from her fur coat, she heard a weeping sound emanating from within her mind. She paused briefly, head cocked at a peculiar angle to listen in deep. She thought she recognized the crying voice but surely nobody else was anywhere near where her and TJ had been located, engaged in their sexual rites? Maile's face twisted into a sullen frown, wondering what in the hell she had thought she heard. Surely it wasn't TJ, for he was giddy as a schoolboy with a crush on his sensei. TJ wasn't the one caught weeping aloud. Maile wondered if it wasn't Maxwell she thought she heard. Maxwell, who had arrived with skeletons in his closet, with atonement to be had, Maxwell who had decided to come on the trip as a means of cleansing his conscience, of forgiving himself of all the sins he'd committed back home.

TJ suddenly poked against Maile's backside, rubbing her shoulders. "Is everything okay, Mai-Mai?" He asked.
Maile's concentration broke free and she turned around, regarding TJ with a timid look of love and graciousness. "Yeah. I just thought I heard… something. Hmm. I guess not."

"Well then! You wanna come back and see where we're staying? Very nice dibs. And the view - well, you just can't beat it. Something else. Even though…" TJ reached up and caressed Maile's cheek with his hand-paw, grinning softly. "…it's not quite as beautiful as the view I'm presented with, even now. It doesn't even come close. Here. Finish this roach off for me, hon."

Maile's eyes twitched and she produced a bashful grin, covering her muzzle with her hand-paw, a simply adorable gesture. Her tail swung around and brushed against TJ's crotch. "Stop, goofball! You're embarrassing me. Now find your swim-trunks so we can be on our way without getting stranded and abandoned by our mutual parties."
"So, that's a no on the invitation?" TJ asked Maile, eyes set in stone.

Maile shrugged, shaking her head slowly, smoking the rest of the small roach until it burnt to a small nub, which she tossed aside into the brook, flowing away into Mother Pacific herself. "Sorry, Teej, but no. I need to get back to my own hotel. Bradley has taken ill, who knows how he's faring now. And I need to make sure that Maxwell is safe and accounted for too. He can be, well… a little irresponsible without me to keep an eye out for him. Bassists, man. Bassists." Maile said, snickering to herself.

"Oh, you mean the shep-coon?" TJ said. Maile nodded. TJ raised his hand-paw and waved it down, cocking his wrist. "Aw hell, he'll be fine! He's with Jenna right now, she'll make sure he's kept in good spirits and trouble-free."
"I'm serious about him, TJ. He's had… issues lately. The only reason he came at all was to get a lot of serious life incidents off his back; to clean the slate, so to speak."

TJ hugged Maile then, suddenly but briskly. His arms brushed against her back and their heartbeats joined together as one for a brief moment. "Trust me, Maile. Maxwell has nothing to worry about, neither does Jenna. If you knew her as well as I do, you'd feel the same way."

Maile shed a single tear down her cheek, feeling it leak against TJ's furry chest.

If only you knew Maxwell as well as I did, you'd probably feel an entirely different way about our situation. Oh, sweet mortal, beloved jackal lover, beautiful and creative with a keen filmmaker's eye… you'll never know the limits to his depravity. Or perhaps you do?

TJ thought he heard a child whispering into his ear and dismissed the suspicion outright, feeling Maile's nude warmth against his body, between his arms. He let go and helped recover her swimming garments, slightly torn but no worse for wear. He guided her free from the secluded jungle depths, hand-paw in hand-paw, to make way for the large cobblestone barricade that separated the beach from the blacktop parking lot.

Upon arriving, Maile gave TJ a departing kiss, winking at him. She ran off to track Maxwell down and TJ cleared his throat, feeling the weed kicking in hard. No way could that have just happened, but damned if it did. He had fucked a demoness under the influence of both strong drink and heavy smoke. TJ's life had been re-evaluated in the blink of an eyelid, the break of a frothy wave, the rise and fall of love and arousal. How he was expected to go back and assist Paige with her new toy was beyond him. He chuckled at himself, wondering if she'd wind up growing tired of the dildo and throwing it away for her own finger-paws. TJ's focus shattered and he looked around to find that the parking lot was nearly cleared out, virtually emptied of all cars except for the bus. The driver blared a large horn once, scaring off a group of albatross and seagulls, cawing out loud, swooping and hovering against thickened coastal winds in mid-air. TJ found his stride and trotted towards the bus, ready to return back to his cozy temporary abode, fully prepared to dream of Maile, a demon, a goat, a panda; a marvel of hybrid being.

Maile, meanwhile, continued her search for Maxwell.

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