Heaven On The Seventh Floor 

Chapter 7

	“I never thought that getting a cuppa coffee would have such a  profound effect on so many lives... It reminds me of what an Indian Guru who visited Freedom back in the mid seventies once said.” I paused contemplating the memory as Rachel sat quietly waiting for me to process the revelation.

	“His name was, Sit-Ananda Docka-debay... He was  what you would think of  when you picture an Indian Guru; long hair and beard, sandaled feet an saffron robes and a crap ton of beads... He heard about us when he was touring through  Berkley, and made the pilgrimage to see for himself the 'Land Of Freedom'.” I paused with a chuckle. 

	“I remember we got a frantic call at like one in the morning  on Wednesday.  Chris was babbling like he was having a really bad acid trip.  It took Jan about five minutes to calm him down enough to start making sense. I remember she laughed for almost five minutes before she could tell the rest of us what was going on. So we had three days to get ready for a visit from some traveling Indian Guru... The consensus was that it was kinda odd but it sounded cool at the same time. He arrived in a converted school bus with a wild psychedelic paint job and Sitar music blaring from an 8 track with twenty of his followers. Some of whom probably hadn't bathed in at least six months.” They were walking around in a funky cloud of sandalwood, Nag Champa, and Patchouli oil, to try and cover up their body funk… We referred to it as the 'Pungency of the Holy ones'. As opposed to the Stench of piety.” I winked.

	“Ewww.” both girls chorused, I chuckled.

	“Yeah, it was something, alright. We had them park down by the fire circle near the river, which just happened to be down wind from the main living area.” I smirked.

	“He had some interesting takes on the nature of life.  I recall he said to remember two things in this life; One, never to forget that, no matter what, We Are Loved, and Two: that We All Have A Greater Destiny Than We Ever Realize. It kind of reminded me of what we are sharing this weekend. I mean, I initially went  over to hotshot for a nice cuppa coffee.  Then by chance encounter I met you, Rachel and look where we are now? That chance encounter has altered all of our lives, and I am including Martha in this” I paused to give my Raccoon and Mousey a loving smile they returned it gladly. 

	“He went on to explain the idea of three states of existence; Things were either coming into existence, existing within the world, or passing out of existence. I feel like I may be in that latter group. But reminiscing about the glory days of Freedom, makes me wonder if we can bring it once more into existence and perhaps bring about a grater destiny than we had realized in the past.”

	“Wow, Duncan... That is very profound.” Gena said pausing from her frenetic sketching to sit up and turn her attention to me.

	“Chalk it up to all that 'Life Experience' I have managed to collect over the intervening decades. I like to think that I haven't become too jaded nor let my own Hubris get in the way of wisdom, Believe me, it is really easy to  let your ego get in the way, and you wind up with more problems than it's worth. To know your place in the world can be a very grounding thing, Tell me, Gena; You ever make your own glazes?” I asked, she brightened at my question.

	“Why...Yes, as a matter of fact I prefer to make my own glazes from scratch than rely on prepackaged ones, Why?” she asked. With a tilt of her head.

	“How did it make you feel to be able to hand craft your own glazes ?”

	“Well... It gave me a satisfaction I could never get with just opening a package of commercially made glaze. For me it was a much more primal experience. Like touching antiquity; it gave me a link to potters stretching back into  eternity knowing that I am doing the exact same thing they did hundreds  to thousands of years ago. Using the same materials they did. Grinding and mixing oxides, silicas and carbonates to  produce the amazing subtle and vibrant glazes used in antiquity, replicating the techniques  used on some ancient pottery that are gracing museums all over the world.” the white mouse said reverently.

	“Amazing, isn't it? That sense of connection,  knowing your place in the world.” I said with a smile. Gena nodded slowly making the connection.

	“Whoa... I never thought of it like that but I can see what you mean, about having my place in the world, about being connected. I like the idea of being loved, and I have always felt that I had a grater destiny than  I could see, but had no way of manifesting it but I have always felt that I was meant for better things than crunching numbers in some accounting department or being a bookkeeper in a company somewhere. Rachel, what about you? You ever feel that way?” Gena asked.

	“ Well... I felt love when Duncan walked into my life, from the very start, he smiled at me. He seemed to care about me, as a person, it felt very loving. It wasn't sexual, well not yet anyway.  Talking with him, he gets me. And it gives me a sense of contentment and the sex is really nice but it's Not just about that and maybe it's because I was his first, it gives me warm squishies.” Rachel said with a murr. 
“I'm not sure where my place in the world is yet but I know that my life has been forever changed for the better because I followed my instinct and invited him back to my place. We just talked and one thing led to another and I haven't felt this content in a relationship in like forever. It's intense and friendly and casual and  so many more things than I  can put words to. It's like Dunk is the perfect FWB. He's not jealous, or possessive; he has no fences around his mind, and we can talk about anything... and he gleefully pushes my boundaries not to mention  my fuckable flexibility, I love it! He has tons of life experience that he's willing to share. Hell, it's only been around twenty four hours so far, and I have already learned so much. It makes me wonder what the next year has to offer. It completely amazes me, Yaknow?” Rachel sighed beaming at me.

	“Love is love, and it is All good.” I said caressing her cheek and jawline.
#   #
	Reconvening in Gena's apartment / studio, it smelled of damp clay and pottery. The main living area had been transformed into  a workshop with a large table in the center of the room and the walls lined with shelves  holding pottery in all it's various stages of creation. There were shelves of green ware; drying pottery that had not been fired yet, and shelves of Bisqeware that had received its initial firing yet awaited glazing as well as a shelf of finished pieces. She had a foot powered potters wheel near the window and a small gas kiln that  looked to be about two cubic feet that could be used to fire a few pieces at a time.

	“ Nice workshop you have here Gena, I see that pottery is indeed one of your passions.” I said  to the happy mouse.

	“Thank you good sir! It's a pleasure to welcome you into my domain.” she said with a giggle as she flitted around getting things ready.

	“Thank you again Duncan, I very much appreciate the plowing you gave me, as well as agreeing to being immortalized in porcelain as the centerpiece of my collection. I must admit, I am excited about the idea of setting up shop with a sandy loam river bottom, there should be some good blue and green clay deposits to be found  in the area, but I am not counting on it, but will only consider it as a bonus if they can be discovered.” Gena said as she prepared the alginate mold material.


	“So how do we proceed?” I  asked   as the white mouse grinned up at me.

	“This is dental alginate used in mold casting. I am going to take that wonderful erection of yours and mold it in here then once it sets pour you in porcelain. You good sir shall be number 31.” Gena said as she stroked my stiff shaft... 

	“Well, that sounds like fun, first time for everything I suppose.” I said reaching down to caress her cheek and jawline

	“Ready?” she asked I nodded and she inverted the cylinder over my shaft and pressed me into the slightly warm goo.

	“That is the most unusual sensation I think I have ever experienced.” I said as Gena settled the end of the tube at the base of my shaft.

	“All the guys say that , I used warmer water for yours, usually I use cool water just to make them flinch.” Gena said with an evil chuckle. “This will set in about three or four minutes then we wiggle you out of it. Derick said it felt like the kinkiest blow-job he ever had.” Gena  added with a giggle.

	“Well it is certainly...unusual and in an odd way...comforting.” I said as I absently massaged the mouseys shoulders as she stood in front of me holding the mold to my penis.

	“That feels wonderfulll..” Gena trilled softly resting her head against my solar plexus. “I feel like clay in your hands, ready to be molded into anything you want me to become.” she murred sliding a  hand down to check to see if the alginate had set, satisfied that it had. she looked up at me.

	“Now comes the fun part, Unmolding you. Just tugging you off this won't work because of the vacuum that forms from the perfect shape. So we need to wiggle  and gently twist to get a bit of air in there...” she demonstrated. It was a new dimension in erotic pleasure. With an almost pornographic shlurp the mold finally came free.

	“Timone came so hard when we were trying to remove him, it slipped right off.”

	“Ah so he provided some self lubrication?” I winked, Gena made a face.

	“Yeah, he made a mess alright, but it was fun. He is number 17.” She smiled at the fond memory.

	“I'd love to see this collection of yours sometime.” I said after Gena was done inspecting the mold and deemed it ready for the next phase. She looked over at me tilting her head.

	“You Really Aren't judging me for this, are you Duncan. You honestly appreciate my artistic endeavors here?” she asked almost to herself. At seeing my smile she nodded returning a larger one of her own.

	“Love is love and it's all good” I said, and Gena nodded. “Even the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket.” I grinned wickedly Gena rolled her eyes and laughed as her ears turned pink.

	“...Yeah, had a few of those from time to time, messy but fun. With a simple sealed concrete floor clean up is easy.” she winked giving her hips a saucy wiggle.

	“Spicy Mousey.” I said  raising an eyebrow. She grinned.

	“Like I said, I make no apologies for my passions, I want to extract the most experiences I can out of this life.”

	“Good girl, I thoroughly approve.” I said caressing her head and shoulders and running my hands down to rest on her hips. She leaned back against me trilling.


	“Next stage in the process is filling the mold with porcelain slip.” she said setting the mold on her working table and dragging a five gallon bucket from under her glaze shelf popping the top and mixing the light gray liquid looking like a thick gravy she ladled it into the mold set it on a vibration block to remove any trapped air bubbles then set a timer before replacing the lid on the bucket.

After an hour she poured out the casting and removed the piece from the mold. Trimming the base and Setting it on the table
	“You look amazing!” she breathed quite pleased. “once this dries I will give it a bisque fireing and then glaze it. Do you have any favorite  colors?” she asked.

	“I am partial to Cobalt blue myself.” I said with a smile. Gena returned it with a wider one of her own.
	“Cobalt would look lovely, I was thinking a speckled robins egg blue originally, but I could add a stripe along the underside and paint the head in cobalt if you like?” she asked.

	“That would look very striking, and I hope it will give you much pleasure in the years to...come.” I finished with a rakish wink causing Gena to blush.

	“Thank you Sir. As you know, you are rather unforgettable in the most delightful ways.” She said leaning back against me as I wrapped her in my arms with my hands resting on her lovely breasts. 'I never thought loving Morphs could be this amazing. Why I never thought to avail myself of this kind of loving  before?' I wondered as I just held this delightful mouse morph as we shared a timeless moment in the quiet of her studio. Gena's hands were absently caressing me and soon had me once again  in ready condition. I said nothing, just enjoying our time together; for she seemed to enjoy  gently fondling me as I in turn caressed her breasts; she murred and sighed seeming to enjoy this mutual cuddle session. As we casually stood in her studio she looked up at me with an almost guilty smile, her ears pinking just a touch.

	“I seem to have um gotten you rather... um, would you mind if we sat on the couch and I um do a bit of  practice? I really enjoyed what we started back at Rachel's place and um... please?”

	 “You really Are a bit of a shy Mousey aren't you My sweet one? It would be a pleasure for  Both of us.” I said with a smile as she lead me to the couch.

	“Thank you Duncan, I really appreciate it, you are the oldest guy I have ever done this with, but you are also the most understanding and seem like a natural teacher.” the white mouse said.

	“Well there are a lot of positions to do what you are practicing; if you are feeling adventurous  perhaps you may wish to try a few new ones that you may find easier for you to preform with?” I offered, Gena smiled.

	“Really? That would be cool, so far I have been using the seated one and getting the right angle isn't always easy to avoid the gag reflex.” She said with a blush, her ears turning crimson.

	“Oh, had a bad incident you seem to be recalling?”  I asked and Gena face-palmed with a groan and a giggle.

	“Oh Gawds yes! It was my first time, well not really, but Timon came over with a couple of forty's of malt liquor; and short stuff that I am, got blitzed pretty quick. And when I get drunk I get horny and he whips it out grabs me by the ears and tries ta shove it down my throat. Mind you  this was Before I asked Rachel to give me lessons, actually this was the incident that caused me to ask her... anyway I honestly Did try, but I was pretty blitzed, we both were by then. So I am on my knees, and he has me by my ears I am doing my best to swallow his cock, he starts bucking his hips and I blarg all over him!” Gena starts to laugh.

	“Oh No!” I say trying not to laugh myself.

	“Oh yeah! He takes a step back and I let loose with another volley! Note to self, Never drink on an empty stomach; So I cover him neck to knees in regurgitated malt liquor! Good thing I have a sealed concrete floor! Easy clean up!” She says giggling madly. “Needless to say that was a real boner killer for old Timon, so we stagger off to the shower for a quick clean up and I end up Titty fucking him in the shower. I liked him enough that after we sobered up I took him for a proper test drive and asked him if I could cast him for my collection.” she said with a smile. “ When I told Rachel about it she offered to teach me proper technique so next time I could give him a decent blow job... But we drifted apart after that. I guess once ya blarg all over a guy, it kinda kills the romance.” she said with a wink. 

	“I can see that, but in your defense, you were far too drunk and inexperienced and Timon deserved what he got. Now if you want to practice this you need to understand that things are curved for a reason and when you are using the seated position you are fighting that curve. For example, if I were to lay on the couch and you were to lay atop me...” I paused while Gena got into position. Giving me a lovely view.

	“Now, notice if you try that you are more in-line and you are not fighting the curve?” I say as she starts to push me into her muzzle working past her back teeth, taking a deep breath she easily pushed me down her throat a few moments before pulling back for a breath as her hands gently stroked my shaft before she tried taking me deeper and finding this position much easier. I  reached up to fondle her lovely tush and lady-bits,  I noticed just how wet she was getting as she straddled my chest...

pulling off me a few minutes later  as she came up for air she gave a throaty trill of pleasure.

	“This is amazingly easier, and I am loving what you are doing back there, you are getting me incredibly wet Duncan I really want to drink you, but you mentioned other positions?” She asked looking over her shoulder at me with a delighted smile on her muzzle.

	“Indeed there are, some consider them somewhat advanced, but you seem to have a fairly good control over your gag reflex so I don't think you will have any trouble with it, if you want to give it a try?” I offered.

	“Sounds fun, what do we need to do?” Gena asked.

	“We will need a bit more room; either lay you out flat on your back on a bed or try  putting the couch cushions on the floor  because you need your head to be  slightly lower than your shoulders.  Then I take a position over you and you then suck me inverted and I push myself down your lovely throat.” I say with a wicked grin. Gena's eyes go wide at the visual image  forming in her mind as a wicked grin draws itself across her muzzle.

	“That, is painting such an erotic image in my mind Duncan. With my head over the bed  if I open wide it makes a perfect line to just pump your way into my throat and maybe deliver a tasty load Deep down my gullet so I can feel it pooling in my belly? Sorry, it has been one of my dark fantasies of being able to deep throat a lover and have them deliver a hard load that I could feel pooling in my belly.” Gena said with a shiver of delight that ran to the tip of her tail and spiked her nipples.

	“Wow, that is a powerful fantasy, perhaps you should start it off with me feeding you in this position. That way you have some control over the intensity of the first experience, the other position you can only communicate by tapping on my hip to pull back and in the heat of the moment things can get pretty intense. Which is why it is considered an 'advanced' technique, you need to build up your breath control. So you don't panic, we can give the other position a try if you are up for a quick go just to give you a taste if you are game? I said with a grin, twitching my eyebrows in challenge, seeing if my Mousey would rise to the bait.

	“I Do want to drink you, but that other position just sounds way too much fun to pass up. Bedroom's in the back, if you don't mind me finishing you like this after?” she asked hopefully.

	“Sweet Mousey, this is all for you hon, I am so very proud of you. Lets go make a memory!”
#   #   


Gena lead me by the hand back to her bedroom. Her bed was a simple pallet affair supporting a queen sized bed made up of a combination box-springs and mattress with a royal blue comforter  tossed over it, there were several throw pillows and a bolster against the wall that served as the headboard. looking at the arrangement I thought to myself that this had possibilities... 

	"Very good my dear; now, position yourself in the middle of the bed  with your head over the foot of the mattress arms at your sides. though  I will admit this does give me ideas for something fun for later, but we can discuss that after..." I chuckle with a wicked wink

	"Ooh Duncan why did that just give me a shiver?" Gena asked with a chuckle giving me a wicked grin  as she got into position rolling her shoulders and opening her muzzle wide a couple times adjusting herself for this new experience. 

	"Hi there." she said looking at me from the bed with a big grin.  "I feel soo naughty and excited and just a little bit scared at the moment, because from this angle that cock of yours looks Huge!" she   says as I approach her slowly. 

	"New POV hon.  You may find this is going to be easier but you are going to find it bulging your throat, so I want you to lightly place your hand on your throat as I slide into you so you can feel the sensation for yourself. I will start slow, I want you to tap my hip when you are ready, take a breath, then I will push myself  half way into your throat, pull back so you can breath, then go all the way in so you can get the full effect,  pause a moment then pull back then hilt myself fully, okay?" I say, Gena pauses a moment going over it in her head before nodding. 

	“Gena? do you understand what is about to happen?” I ask with just a touch of Dom in my voice. Gena blinks and looks at me with unfocused eyes. 

	"Um, oh Yes Sir, sorry,  It's um.." She swallowed a moment, staring  intently at my cock.  I pull her up from the bed and onto her feet and hug her close, my stiff cock presses into her slightly pudgy belly 

	"It's okay hon, It's all good... Remember, you want this, you are Safe, you can always tap out if you feel you are Not ready for this yet. it's okay..." I say caressing her back. 

	"Wow... That... That was weird. I don't know what the hell happened just now, but it was like being wrapped in a fuzzy warm blanket. I kinda liked it but it was as if I had no control over my actions.  I could Hear what you were saying, but all I wanted to do was suck that huge dick and I was wishing you would just shut up and feed it to me already!" Gena chuffed shaking her head, looking a little lost. 

I retrieve the bottle of water from the bedside table handing it to her. 

	“Welcome to Subspace, hon. Drink.” I said with a smile and she drinks without question. 

	“What's subspace? sounds like science fiction.” Gena asks seeming a bit more herself. "and um, Thanks?" she says indicating the bottle of water. 

	"No problem, it will help bring you back. Okay... I should have expected this, but what do you know about Power Exchange?" I ask the mouse as we sit on the bed. 

	"Not much, I know Rachel is into BDSM and I have heard her talk about... Ooh... So That was what she was talking about..." Gena paused seeming to have made a connection to an earlier conversation with my Raccoon. Judging from the smile dusting her muzzle  I think she is going to have a new conversation soon. 

	"Subspace is where you give up conscious control to another. You are putting your safety in their hands exchanging control for submission.  I should have realized with this technique you were doing just that, but it was worth a shot." 

	"How did you know I was subspacing?" Gena asked. 

	"You were slipping into subspace; you were losing contact with reality around you; your focus was turning inward; more succinctly, you were focusing on sucking cock and nothing else. The reason I was briefing you ahead of time was so you would understand what was happening every step of the way so you wouldn't freak out and it would be a good first experience. I didn't expect you to slip into subspace; Which I take as a deep compliment by the way, thank you. It says you place your utmost trust in me to keep you safe.  If you were wondering, I had thought of tyeing you to the bed frame, ya know, a bit of light bondage might add a bit of spice to the encounter. Little did I expect you to slip into subspace  without telling me. As to how did I know? Dom Training; chalk it up to part of my wild misspent youth seeking the answers as to why so many gals went for the 'bad boy types' who treated them like crap and they kept crawling back for more; it lead me to some very interesting folks in the leather community. As you know Rachel has a taste For BDSM and wants to explore the power that submission can bring, and make no mistake sweet mousey mine; There is real Power in true submission. but that is a conversation for another time." I said with a smile kissing her on the nose. 

	"How are You feeling?" I asked tapping her on the forehead between the eyes. she blinked shook her head a moment. 

	"Tingly all over. Feeling... Really...Alive! I would really like to try that now if you think we could, please? I am going to have a really looong conversation with Rachel  about this really soon, it was so unexpected! but truth be told, I am ever so grateful that it was you that it happened with, Sir. I do want to drink you... But I Really want to feel what it is like to take you like this, for it seems to have keyed into some dark fantasy that I would love to explore with you at some point later if you would be willing, for I don't think I could ever trust anyone else with something this... Primal. But as you said, That is a conversation for another time... Now, Where were we?" Gena said resuming her position on the bed. 

Going over the instructions once more to a much more attentive Mousey, I stood over her looking down at  the grinning naked white mouse. At four foot five, she sure packed a lot of passion into that compact package. 

	"Ready?" I asked squatting to look her in the eyes. 

	“Uh-huh" she grinned. I kissed her, slowly moving down her body enjoying the delights as I came upon them. I felt her warm muzzle engage me. I felt her hand rest on my hip. 

	"Here we go." I say as I hear her take a deep lungful of air and I push myself  down her gullet I feel her hand strike my hip in surprise  a moment then she begins to caress me letting me know all is well. I rock slowly a moment or two before I withdraw as she exhales as she lovingly suckles me taking several cleansing breaths. 

	"Ready to go all the way this time, sweet Mousey?" I ask. She pats my hip. 

	"mm-hum" I feel her nod then lower her head into position once again I pull back into her muzzle, slowly rocking. 

	"One... Two... Three!" I say hearing her take a deep breath feeling her chest expand under me I push myself forward hilting my self bumping my sack into her nose. She smacks my hip as my girthy shaft fills her throat she reflexively swallows I drop my head to her crotch and Lick deeply into her drenched labia as I buck my hips  to the count of ten before rocking back into her muzzle hearing her exhale hard gasping for breath. Followed by a lusty giggle. I  sat back and she sat up and we compared notes so far. 

	"God damn Duncan I wasn't expecting That! I had my hand on my throat and the way it bulged out just about made me freak! but when you hilted yourself, it felt almost like you pushed your dick all the way into my stomach!" 

	"Naah, it only went down to about your collar bone. Ready for one more? you can take your time and drink me, sound good?" I offer. 

	"Oh Hell yeah, this is amazing! I can't explain exactly what I am feeling other than supercharged at the moment." Gena exclaimed as she caught her breath, I handed her the bottle of water. 

	“As you can see, that position can be rather intense, though you are quite a juicy Mousey and I will avail myself of your...Charms when the opportunity presents itself.”

	“Well Thank you good Sir. My 'Charms' are very appreciative of your attentions.” Gena giggles cupping her breasts. “Gotta Titty fuck you with these sometime. I'm told I am very good at that, perhaps we can take a shower sometime  and have some good clean naughty fun together?”

	“That Does sound like fun, they are what, 'C' cups?” I asked taking a Mouse mammary in hand like weighing a melon at the farmer's market.

	“Good eye for boobage!” Because I am smol, they look hella bigger on me, but I like em. At four foot five they look like Double D cups,  but those would kill my back. I  am proud to say I grew these all natural mouse melons myself!” she giggled.

	“Well you did a great job, you feeling ready to try and drink me?” I asked. Gena grinned nodding happily.

	“Yes please! Lay back, get comfortable and tap me on the rump just before you are ready to deliver so I can take a nice deep breath if you please.” She said as we each got into position. Her bed was firm but comfortable; the pillows  supportive. I thought of putting that lovely bolster to some wonderful uses.

	“For what we are about to receive, may we be truly grateful” I heard Gena softly say before placing a gentle kiss on the tip of my penis as she licked the sheen of pre that drizzled from the tip humming happily she wiggled herself closer and worked her way down my shaft rocking her shoulders almost snake like as she methodically devoured me.  Pulling back for another breath she rocked forward pressing her muzzle into my sack and fully hilting me pausing a moment  I could feel her esophagus quiver before she began rhythmic contractions swallowing me. The undulating sensation was quickly pushing me to the point beyond which I had any reasonable control. She paused a moment and withdrew to suck as she refilled her lungs.

	“That feels wonderful, Sweet Mousey just so you know you are really pushing me close to the tipping point” I said patting her rump lovingly I heard her chuckle and she redoubled her efforts deep throating me pistoning me as quickly as she could, as Deeply as she could, before almost pulling me free and sending me once more to lodge deeply as she could, shove me into her throat. I took my free hand  and  ran my knuckles along the drenched petals of her sweet sex. this brought a squeak and a wiggle of her hips as my knuckles parted her labia she took a deep lungful of air determined to send me over the top.  Truth be told she wasn't far from it; she pushed me deep and swallowed hard and fast cupping my balls nuzzling them with her nose... That did it. I smacked her on the rump and my shaft exploded down her greedy gullet.  Pumping wave after wave of thick roapy seed I bucked my hips slamming my head back giving an almost animalistic snarl as Gena franticly swallowed as my seed flowed into her belly pulling back to grab a much needed breath my last two shots splashed across her back teeth and tongue as she hungrily sucked down all I could feed to her. 

I rubbed her rump and caressed her labia with the back of my hand as I panted. Gena went limp against me. I  heard a soft giggle coming from my crotch a few minutes later.

	“Oh, my Gawd. That.... That was Un Freeking Believable...” she trailed off and slowly moved around  to face me resting her head on her hands across my chest, she had the biggest grin on her muzzle.  “Duncan. That... I can Actually Feel it in my Belly, warm and heavy. Thank you. This way is soo much better. But  that other way we tried. Was soo intense! If you came in me that way it would have been....” Gena was at a loss for words, all she could do  was shrug. I Drank YOU! You were the first guy I was Ever able to deep throat and it felt awesome! It was better than I could have imagined. I love you so much right now...” she said with a contented murr laying her head on my chest just listening to my heartbeat. As I reached out caressing her ears

	“Thank you sweet Mousey, You are loved. One thing we learned back in the sixties  is that people are not possessions and to truly love someone  with out jealousy or possessiveness is to love on a higher spiritual plain.”

	“Wow, that's Deep, Duncan, but it rings true with me, I have never heard it put that way before. Maybe that was one of the things that has always bothered me about most of my past relationships is the possessiveness, being treated as if I am someones property, always rubbed my fur the wrong way. Yet... it seemed to almost be an expectation and  I found it like a discordant note in a piece of music...”

Gena paused as if deep in contemplation for almost twenty minutes as we lay together. I lightly caressed her back and flanks as she processed some inner sexual alchemy.  Looking up at me I  saw a new light in her eyes, something that wasn't there before, but it was there none the less and I liked it.

	“So, how are you doing sweet Mousey, you look... Different somehow, I like it.”

	"Thanks for sharing this with me. And here I thought you split me open the first time; it felt like you plowed me into the afterlife. I  have had only one other lover plow me anywhere close to that, was Diego, a Doberman. He managed to knot me, which was a Very unusual experience let me tell you. "

	“Did you manage to cast him?” I asked.

	“No... He was one of my... More Unfortunate choices in lovers. He was... Abusive.” Gena said flatly with a sigh I saw a shadow of great sadness pass across her face for a moment before she shrugged and was back to the loving Mousey I had become very fond of.

	“I am very sorry to hear that sweet Mousey, but you seem to have come out stronger and have not let it define you, nor limit your potential. And I am glad that I have given you a good memory of intense loving to replace the bad.”

	“Indeed you have good sir, indeed you have. For I now realize that you have rekindled a fire in my belly I thought long quenched, and for that I am unbelievably grateful to you.” She said looking at me, her eyes seeming to take on a subtle glow in the subdued lighting.

	“Just know Two things:  That You Are Loved, and You Have A Grater Destiny Than You Know.” I said hugging her.

She laughed rolling over on the bed, it was a laughter of pure relief. “Thank you Duncan.  Did you know the Buddha once sat before a wall, and when he arose, he was enlightened.”

	“Gena, are you now comparing me to The Buddha?” I asked. She looked at me with a beatific smile.

	“No Sir, just the Wall.” she said reached out  touching my nose. “Beep.”

	“You grok it.” I said with a smile and Gena nodded.
 
	“Welcome to Freedom.” I said 

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	“So, have fun with  the Mousey?” Rachel asked when I got back to her apartment.

	“Matter of fact, I Did! It was a very Unusual experience. First time for everything I suppose.  I am very glad I ran into her. She is a... Delightful morph.” I said with a smile.

	“Ooh, sounds almost like you have a bit of a Crush, Dunk. I think that is so sweet.” Rachel chuckled hugging me close smooching me on the cheek. “I am so glad I could introduce you to a whole new world. This really IS turning out to be a weekend of discovery, isn't it?” Rachel grins at me

	“Ya know Love bandit, you may just be right about that, I don't know what it is about that cute little Mousey but there is something about her, that...” I say thinking about it a few moments holding my Raccoon in my arms pondering the question. 

	“Perhaps it's the fact that she's fun sized?” Rachel offers with  a mischievous grin on her muzzle.

	“That could be it.” I retort matching her grin. “She sure packs a lot of passion in that small package. Perhaps it's the fact that she is so passionate and she wants to bring that passion to revitalize Freedom that draws me to her. I don't know but what ever it is, I am very glad to have gotten to know her. And I owe it all to YOU, my delightful sneaky Love bandit!” I say lifting her up and spinning her around the living room. She eeps in delighted surprise wrapping her arms and legs around me tightly before I lead her to the couch.

	“And I am so glad I followed my heart and accepted your invitation to join you at your table. It was such a rare thing to get an invitation like that, it really took me by surprise. First you greet me  like you honestly  cared about how I was doing, then you ask me to join you if I have the time, and I just happen to be up for a break and there was a lul in customers that allowed me to take a break then you notice just how fragged I was and offer to give me that wonderful foot rub. My god you could have poured me into a bucket afterward, it felt soo good and got me surprisingly wet at the same time!” Rachel admitted with a blush.

	“After that I had to see if you might want to follow me back to my place for a bit of fun because I was, as you may recall, going through a bit of a dry spell and you got me purring and truth be told I really didn't want another date with 'bob'. So I took a chance and put the offer out there, and to my surprise you stuck around! Yay! Our impromptu date at Pagliacci's was amazing! I must say, do you have any Idea just how long it's been since I have been able to have a great conversation over pizza and beer?” My Raccoon exclaimed as we sat on the couch and cuddled up together.

	“Well I am glad you took me up on my initial offer Love Bandit. I must admit your invitation both surprised and intrigued me, and there was Something about you... The relief you displayed from the simple massage, we seemed to make a connection, and I wanted to see where it would lead. For You, Miss Simmons were the most intriguing morph I had up to this point ever met. Perhaps now was the time in my life when I was destined to cross the Rubicon, and you were to be the morph that was to be my guide. For I do not believe in coincidences, things happen for a reason, even if at the time we may not see the connections but looking back on it I am starting to see them now, aren't you?” I ask and Rachel's eyes start to grow wider. She gets up and starts to pace back and forth as the pieces begin to fall into place. She starts and stops several times  raising her hand to make a point at the internal monologue  as the pieces continued to fall into place like a mental game of tetris before she turned to me  holding up one finger with  a confused look on her face.
	“Wait... Do you mean.... You and me, and Martha and Gena and Hotshot and Freedom are all somehow... Connected?” Rachel asked.

	“Well, ask yourself this, what do they all have in common?” I asked pulling her down to straddle my lap sitting back resting my hands on her hips with a grin. I love this kind of conversation; it touches on the 'six degrees of separation' that connect everyone and everything in the universe.

	“Um... Seattle?” she asked. Her tail looked like a question mark. I thought it was adorable.

	“Not quite.  Good guess though. Let's break this down;  We all come from different parts of the country, Gena is from the state that is high in the middle and round on both ends...”

	“I have never heard of a state like that I thought she was from Ohio...” just then Rachel groaned covering her face with both paws. “Oh Gawd Dun-Kan! That was Sooo, Baaad!” she chuckled shaking her head. 

	“What, you never heard that one before?” I asked with a chuckle at her distress.

	“Noe!” She said with a playful snarl swatting my shoulder.

  	“Well, Gena is from Ohio,  and Martha said she was from the Oil City, Casper Wyoming.  and You are from Petaluma, California once known as the 'Egg Capitol of the World' if I remember correctly, and I came here from Freedom, in Mendocino county to the north, yet we all meet up in the Emerald City. Ever hear of the theory of the Six Degrees of Separation, love?” I ask, Rachel tilted her head giving me the sweetest look.

	“No, I don't believe I have ever heard of that, what is it?” my Raccoon asked leaning in nuzzling me lovingly. Sliding her crotch into mine wrapping her legs around my back and draping her arms around my neck leaning back fluttering her eyes giving me the most loving look.

	“Six Degrees of Separation, is the idea that everyone, morphs and humans, all over the world are six or fewer steps away from each other so that a chain of "a friend of a friend" statements can be made to connect any two people in a maximum of six steps. It was originally set out by Frigyes Karinthy in 1929. and with the proliferation of electronic communications and social networks it is even easier to prove the connections now. In other words, you are potentially only six steps away from being connected to everyone in the world... Let That sink in for a moment, Love Bandit.” I said as I watched her eyes unfocus as my words sank into her consciousness.

	“That... That... Wait a minute, is that even possible? ...Really? Whoa.”Rachel said blinking and rapidly shaking her head. “Wow, that... First I think about all my childhood friends, then I think about  all the kids I went to school with. I may not have 'known' all of them personally, but I 'Could' have taken the time to go around and meet everyone at those schools. thinking about all my 'friends' on social media,  verses say those I attend classes with here at Udub. I personally know maybe ten or fifteen people in my classes, and I go out of my way to meet both humans and morphs in my classes of maybe thirty in each class...” her voice trailed off thinking of everyone she sees during the day.

	“And there are almost thirty one thousand students currently enrolled at Udub.” I say. That shakes Rachel out of her woolgathering, her eyes go wide and her jaw drops.

	“That is a Lot of 'Meet-and-Greets', Love Bandit” I say with a grin. “But I bet you could pull it off if you Really wanted to do it.  You could start by just getting to know everyone in your classes then saying hi to folks you see between classes, just getting out there and meeting folks and before you know it you will be increasing the numbers of people in your 'local group' or the first circle then you can then move on to getting to  the second circle, your friends friends... and before the electronic age that took a lot of face time and travel. Now you can still do it, but today you can do it with online video chat to meet second  and third,  forth  and fifth circle friends of friends of friends.” 

	“Daaaym. I never thought of that but it really IS all about forming connections and in a real sense we Are all connected even if we don't know it yet.” Rachel mused with a smile.

	“Which is why I like the idea that a stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet.”

	“How the hell do you keep coming up with these things that keep breaking my brain Dunk?” My Raccoon asked playfully pounding her head with her fists. Before chortling and snuggling with a contented murr, as I wrapped her in my arms.

	“It is all about sharing that 'life experience' that you wanted me to pass on to you, my sweet Love Bandit. If it wasn't for the casual meeting which looking back on it now, seems to have been  more  something predestined to happen. I am so ever grateful that  I am here with you, here and now, for in truth I never could have imagined myself  cuddled in the loving embrace of such a wonderfully sweet, wenchy and delightfully sexy Raccoon morph. Not to mention the unexpected pleasures of meeting and loving your friends as well. I guess there is something to be said to being open to new experiences, sometimes the universe delivers it to you in abundance.”

	“I don't know what I did in my life to win this lottery prize, but whatever it was I am forever grateful  that you have come into my life, sharing your life experiences with me. What we share  are going to be stories that I tell my grand children about. Who knows, perhaps meeting you was the entire reason I came here, and the whole college thing was just the excuse to put me in the place to be working at hotshot so we could meet.” Rachel trilled.

	“Stranger things have happened, love.” I said snugging her tight loving the feeling of her soft plush fur against my bare skin. “...and in doing so, you will be granting me a modicum of immortality, passing on what you learn to your children and grand children, hopefully they will enjoy the lessons almost as much as you do.” I finished, slipping my hand around the base of her skull and drawing her into a kiss. Rachel stiffened momentarily then melted into the kiss.
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