[center][u]Good Neighbours
[/u]By Green[/center]

Vincent Linus lay on his bed, bored. The weather had taken a turn for the nasty, and so, not owning his own car, he was more or less trapped in his apartment building. Not that he had anywhere in particular that he needed to be. Classes didn't start up again until Monday, and all his friends lived far enough away that he'd be frozen if he tried to reach them on foot. All but one. He glanced out the window, watching snow smack up against it before falling to the ground far below, like tiny, white, stupid birds. He shook his head and spoke aloud to no one in particular.
        "I may have liked the sound of 'Winterwind' when I chose my middle name this time around, but that doesn't mean I'm enjoying this stupid blizzard."
It wouldn't have been so bad if Seren was in town; she lived only a couple of blocks away, he'd have been able to thaw out after trudging that distance. Actually, it probably would have been [i]awesome[/i] if Seren was in town; they'd no doubt be exercising the 'benefits' part of 'friends with benefits', and playing naked games by this point in the day. Somehow, it's hard to care about the weather when you're balls deep in a beautiful girl. Unfortunately, his favourite Snoopy was off spending time with her family, and he was therefore alone. Seren, ever looking for ways to amuse herself, had of course made sure he acutely felt her absence. The first day she'd been gone, he'd received an email that consisted mainly of a photo of her genitals, accompanied by the caption 'Look how wet I am, V. It's really too bad you're not here to give me a good, hard, dicking.' A couple of days after that, he'd received an mp3 of a techno song whose lyrics were dialog taken from the rather perverse video she'd made of him on Christmas Eve. He had doubted any good could come from it when he saw the name: 'Vinnie calls himself a Cock Slut - the remix'. Truth be told, it wasn't a bad mix, humiliation aside. Adding gas to the fire she'd started, Seren had casually mentioned during a phone call that she liked to watch said video (in which she fucked Vinnie, who had been wearing a dress at the time, with a strap-on) while she touched herself. All these teases added together to get into Vinnie's head and make him unbelievably horny, and knowing how hard Seren could make him come, masturbating was only taking the edge off. In fact... Vinnie looked down and swore under his breath. Letting his mind wander back to Seren had its side effects.
He was hard again.

Because the orgasms he'd been getting flying solo weren't enough to make his need go away, Vinnie hadn't whacked off now in three days. He hoped Seren would be home soon, aside from the obvious reasons of friendship and hot, hot sex, it would mean he'd be able to enjoy touching himself again. He'd been using the frustration to fuel workouts at the gym, but his biceps still hurt from the last time, when he'd gone a bit overboard with curls. He decided to head down to the building's pool as soon as his hard-on went away, try and relax that way. Soon he was padding down the hallways in a pair of red trunks, only comfortable in the chill air since he'd made his fur extra fluffy before stepping out of his apartment. He suffered a moment of embarrassment as someone joined him on the elevator: a cheetah accompanied by a feral Brittney. He knew this cheetah of course, but the guy didn't seem to recognize him, which was fair; Vincent had looked somewhat... [i]different[/i] the last time he'd seen the man. Vinnie stared at the walls, desperately trying to avoid that train of thought which lead to the events immortalized on that video his beagle friend was so fond of. In these shorts, it would be painfully obvious. Not to mention the fact that this particular guy had gone so far as to check out Vinnie's butt when he'd been wearing the dress on Christmas Eve. Now he seemed kind of bored, not focusing on his fellow elevator passenger, apart to glance at the dude in just a swimsuit upon first stepping inside. The dog, on the other hand, kept looking up at him strangely, likely remembering his scent on a much frillier person. Vincent merely stood there, begging the powers that be not to allow the guy to remember the "vixen" he'd leered at just before the holidays. Fortunately, he made it to the main floor without being discovered or getting hard, and made his way to the pool. Sighing with relief as he stepped out onto the cool tile floor, he glanced around and made sure he was alone. It wasn't really a problem, as most of the residents didn't like to swim during the winter, despite the pool being heated. As soon as he was sure of his solitude, he Changed his fur back to its less shaggy length, and stepped down into the water, wincing as it soaked itself into his pelt. Keeping water above freezing is one thing, making it [i]warm[/i] is something else. Still, the cool water would no doubt help him keep his raging libido under control, so he ducked under the surface and got it over with, before beginning to swim a few laps, deeply enjoying the feeling of the water rushing over his body. He was in no way a professional swimmer, but he was quite fond of water and took to it like a fish. He'd mused in the past that it was unfortunate that morphic fish were just a myth, or he'd Change into one of them and truly enjoy the water. He stopped for a moment and realized that his own people were also completely unknown in the world, and shrugged as he came to the conclusion that if he ever met a fish man, he'd apologize for not believing. 

After he got bored of swimming laps, he retrieved some weighted rings from their rack, and spent some time tossing them to the bottom of the deep end and diving down to retrieve them. When he finally wore himself out, his sex drive safely tamed for now, he pulled himself out of the pool, his drenched fur creating puddles wherever he walked, and entered a small room off to the side of the main pool room. This was a new feature he hadn't tried out yet, a Jacuzzi set into the floor that the building was absurdly proud of, putting it in bold letters in their newspaper ads. The hot tub wasn't turned on at the moment - a timer prevented it from simply being left on. The water was warm enough, however, and turning the dial as far as it would go started the jets a-churning, and it started getting warmer. Vinnie eased down onto the shelf that ran around the entire border of the tub, leaned back, arms stretched up and onto the edge, and closed his eyes, already feeling the rising heat work its magic on his aching muscles. For a long, blissful time, he just sat there, mind completely devoid of anything except the pleasing sensations that the water jets were bringing his body. After a while a corner of his mind noted the sounds of someone splashing about in the pool he'd just vacated, but this seemed unimportant, so he ignored it. Until a few minutes later, when he heard the door to the Jacuzzi room open. He opened one eye slightly to glance at the room's new occupant. Then he opened the other one. Then those eyes widened. Standing in the entrance, staring right at him with a smirk on her face, was one of the most attractive arctic fox vixens he'd ever seen. Oddly, he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly was so amazing about her, she just seemed [i]perfect[/i] to him. There were facets of her that ignored his usual tastes, but on her they seemed wonderful and exciting. This opinion was no doubt helped by the fact that she was wearing a revealing white one-piece swimsuit, which matched her fur colour quite well, making her appear nude if he squinted. That and the fact that the hair she was wringing out was long, flowing, and a fiery red. Supercharged attraction or not, Vinnie had always had a weakness to red hair. And this perfect vixen, this vision of feminine glory, was looking directly at him with a smile on her face as she walked towards the tub, her hips swivelling in a way that gave Vinnie a dry mouth. 

        "My neighbour told me there was another white fox in the building. Glad to finally be meeting you." 
He blinked a few times as he realized that this goddess was addressing him. He found it difficult to focus on replying, especially as her low cut swimsuit accidentally gave him a nice view of her heavenly bodies while she sat down. Fortunately, she continued to talk as she sat down on the edge of the tub, only her feet entering the warm water, giving him time to recover from the shock.
        "I'm glad to finally meet you, there aren't many of us around these parts. I'm Michelle."
He swallowed and spoke for the first time.
        "I-I'm Vincent. Vinnie."
He silently cursed himself for stuttering in front of this beauty, but the thought was forgotten as she began to trail her feet gently back and forth in the water - by opening and closing her thighs. Vinnie made a concentrated effort not to stare as she did this. The tub was large, but even from across the entire length of it, he could clearly make out her cleft against the tight white material of her swimsuit. Pointing it out was completely out of the question; for one thing, they didn't know each other well enough for him to admit that he'd noticed her camel toe. For another thing, if he told her, she would adjust herself, and he wouldn't be able to take furtive glances at her anymore. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder, causing Vincent's entire body to tingle, and continued speaking.
        "Well, it's very good to meet you, Vinnie. And I mean [i]very [/i]good. It's been a long time since I've met another arctic fox. I guess we really do prefer it up north. And look how lucky I am, when I finally meet one, he's so handsome."
It took a second for Vinnie to realize that this fascinating female was complimenting him. He felt his cheeks instantly warm up, and he stumbled over his own words.
        "Oh! I, uh, well... [i]heh heh[/i], I-I guess..."
Inside his mind he was mutinying against his own speech centre. Michelle giggled, the sound positively musical, as if he'd made a witty remark instead of stuttering like an idiot. She leaned back and put her weight on her elbows, which made her lips even more obvious behind the tight material even as it moved her luscious breasts to a position ill-suited for being leered at. 
        "Tell me, Vinnie, do you have a girlfriend?"
Even in his current state, a specific face floated into his consciousness, one he hadn't seen in many years, but that wasn't the kind of relationship he shared with her. Not yet.
        "No, I'm afraid not."
Vinnie chose that moment to splash some water on his face, to try to wake himself up from whatever was making him feel so odd, so he didn't notice when Michelle closed her eyes and smiled widely. She then languidly tilted her head back, as if the ceiling had suddenly become very interesting, making it even easier for Vinnie to stare at her without fear of getting caught. He felt he should say something that wasn't a response to one of her questions.
        "I, uh, I've never seen you around before. Are you new here?"
He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as she replied,
        "As a matter of fact, yes, I only moved here a couple of weeks ago." Vinnie nodded, transfixed by the glory hinted at between her legs. He stared at the way her smooth legs, still trailing back and forth in the water, led up to her groin, neatly framing her achingly visible labia. A part of Vinnie realized he had never, ever been so attracted to a woman so soon after meeting her, and wondered why, but that part was quickly drowned out by all the other parts, which were doing their damndest to memorize the details of her body. 

Suddenly Vinnie realized, to his horror, that he had been staring between her legs for several [i]minutes[/i] without pause. 
[i]What's [/i]wrong[i] with me? It's like I'm drunk or something...
[/i]Snapping his eyes away, he felt his heart skip a beat as he saw that Michelle was looking directly at him. She knew that he had been leering at her like a common pervert! He couldn't bear the thought of this vision hating him, and this fear made it even harder to speak coherently
        "Oh - oh my [i]God[/i], Michelle, I'm sorry! I - I didn't - I mean I would never - I'm not normally -Christ, I don't know what came over me!"
To his genuine surprise, she giggled, seemingly not at all mad at him.
        "It's okay[i],[/i] Vinnie, I don't blame you. To be honest, that's what I wanted to happen."
He genuinely had no idea how to respond, as this was the last reply in the universe he'd been expecting.
        "...[i]what?[/i]"
      "Oh come on, Vinnie. Do you really think I'd be in this position, in a swimsuit this tight, if I didn't [i]want [/i]you to look at my pussy? I saw you heading this way in those adorable trunks when I was coming back from a walk. All I had to do was get my own suit and follow you. And let me guess, you're suddenly in love with me."
Vincent said nothing, but apparently the look on his face told her everything, as she chuckled again. She pushed herself off the ground and stood up, slowly and casually walking along the shelf on the edge of the tub, only in the water from the knees down. 
        "There's a very, very good reason I'm so glad to find an arctic fox. You see, Vinnie, I Inherited something that we're both going to enjoy today. An estrus cycle."
As she slowly drew closer, Vinnie found his mind getting cloudier. He knew that word, but he couldn't remember what it meant. He stared up at her, eyes glazed over, hearing his hot blood roaring in his ears.
        "...whazzat again?" 
As she stepped up to him, she knelt down and whispered in his ear.
        "I'm in [i]heat[/i], Vincent. I'm in heat, and I need a man to help me 'cool down.' And it just so happens that the pheromones that help me do that are most effective on other arctic foxes. Do you see where I'm going with this?"
For a moment, he stared blankly at her, transfixed by her beauty, then it finally sank in.
        "You... you want to have sex? With [i]me?[/i]"
        "Now you've got the idea."
He gasped, but not from the sudden revelation - it was because Michelle reached down through the frothy water and grabbed his penis through his bathing suit. As she groped him, feeling the entire length and circumference of his rod, he sat there frozen, [i]totally[/i] unsure of what to do.
        "Ooooh, you're nice and big, Vinnie. And see, you're already hard as a rock. You want me just as much as I [i]need[/i] you."
A subconscious urge started whispering vaguely in Vinnie's mind, something about how casual sex was a terrible idea for him, because of his heritage. A tiny portion of his mind examined the situation with surprising clarity.
[i]My heritage? I'm a Mokaji, of course. I didn't know that heat cycles could effect me so strongly just because I'm in the same shape. I wonder if I would still feel this horny if I Changed in front of her...
[/i]The incoherent voice in his head grew louder and more insistent - he [i]had [/i]to resist, he just had to! - But before the reasoning part of his mind could contemplate that, it was obliterated: after one final squeeze, Michelle released his unit and stood up straight - before putting her hands on the back of Vinnie's head and gently pushing his face into her crotch, rubbing his nose against her barely hidden lips. Instantly he was completely overwhelmed by her scent, which was much, much stronger than he'd expect it to be, even up close like this. Every single thought was pushed out of his head to be replaced with an avalanche of arousal, every cell in his body begging for sweet, delicious sex. As his mind reeled at how overwhelmingly horny he was, Michelle calmly ran her hands through his hair like he was a feral pet. Making matters even worse, she moved one foot to his groin and ever-so-gently began to massage his genitals through his suit with it. Her voice was soothing, almost motherly, despite the lewd subject matter.
        "Can you feel it, Vinnie? Can you feel it burning through you? It's even worse for me. Oh, I know I [i]look[/i] in control, but my years of experience are the only thing keeping me from rutting you like a feral bitch, right here, right now. Still waters run deep and all that. I [i]need[/i] you, Vinnie. I need you inside me. It's the only thing that will make the hunger stop. It's the only thing that will give me back my mind. Please, Vinnie. Please fuck me."
He began to whimper like a pup from the need he was feeling. He swallowed to get rid of his drymouth, and looked up at her, eyes wide and pleading, momentarily confused as to who was seducing who.
        "Michelle I... I want you so bad. I need to have you."
He nuzzled his face against her as her smile widened. He needed to have her in some way, it was the only thing that mattered to him; he began licking her, running his tongue along the fabric that separated her wonders from him, tracing her lips with his tongue, clearly outlined for him. Despite the swimsuit being waterproofed (for obvious reasons), he could taste her juices as he continued to lap at her, and moaned into her groin. He reached his hands up towards her breasts, but she gently caught his wrists and shook her head, the effort of restraint burning in her eyes. 
        "Not here, Vinnie. There are kids in this building." She pulled on his wrists, and he allowed himself to be brought to a standing position, removing his muzzle from her crotch with extreme reluctance, following passively as she held his hand and left the room with him, not bothering to turn off the hot tub. His hard-on was blatantly obvious against his shorts, but he didn't care one iota, instead choosing to lean forward and rub his cheek against her fiery hair, which brought a warm cozy feeling into his body. Now if he could just get that nagging feeling that he was forgetting something out of his mind.

        "Michelle, I need you so bad, so very bad... I don't know how I'm gonna make it all the way to... whose apartment were we gonna use again?"
She clasped her hands on either side of his face and licked his nose.
        "Poor baby, you remind me of me before I got more self-control. But don't worry, we're not going any further than we have to."
Not wasting any time, Michelle led him to the larger change room in between the men's and ladies' rooms, the 'family room'. It was intended for parents with very young children who need help undressing and changing, but they were using it because it wouldn't be odd for both a man and a woman to be seen there. Without a word, Michelle dragged the dazed Mokaji to the shower area, and into the largest booth. It was intended for physically disabled patrons, so there was a lot more room - and a large wireframe bench in the middle. Leaving Vinnie standing next to the bench, leering at her, she stepped up to the shower knobs and started a warm downpour that soaked most of the cubicle, Vinnie noting that the warm water felt good running down his soaked fur. Turning around, Michelle reached up and slid her bathing suit down off her shoulders, and then to her feet, with no showing off or fuss. She stepped out of it and walked towards him as his widened eyes drank in her every detail, from her perky breasts to the protruding tuft of sodden fur between them, to her most feminine parts, which were quite visible, thanks to how swollen they were. She was gorgeous, even with all her fur soaking wet. For her part, Michelle was staring hungrily at the prominent bulge in Vinnie's swimsuit like it contained the secret of life. 

        "Oh God, Vinnie, when you told me you were single, I could have cried with joy. I... I know I don't look like it, but I'm so desperate that I might have tried to have you even if you were married with kids."
Without another word, she reached up and pulled his head to hers, kissing him with a ferocious hunger that betrayed the need she'd just admitted to him. With her other hand, she pulled the drawstring on his shorts and tugged them down his thighs, stopping to grip his erection and moan into his mouth. Suddenly she broke off the kiss and moved to lie down on the bench, spreading her legs and reaching out to him.
        "Jesus, it's so strong this time... I can't wait any longer! Take me, Vinnie! Take me now!"
Not needing any more encouragement, he dropped his shorts to the ground and immediately forgot about them, climbing onto the bench and the beautiful woman on it, until he was level with her eyes once more. He reached down and took himself in hand, only to have a thought pierce the fog of lust. He was Mokaji, she was not; he couldn't get her pregnant - but she didn't know that. He hated to stop this close to what he wanted most, but he had to keep up appearances.
        "Wait! Do you have a condom?"
She placed her hand over his and lined him up with her welcoming entrance.
        "Doesn't matter, I'm on the pill." 
He nodded and pushed his hips forward, letting out a whimper of relief that was echoed almost exactly by Michelle, who was finally letting her feelings show on her face, eyes glazed over, tongue hanging out. 
        "God, yes, [i]yes[/i]! It's been too long, too long..."
As Vinnie began to thrust into her, she reached up and wrapped her arms and legs around him, embracing him with her entire body, water rolling off of every inch of their drenched forms. Michelle set the pace, shoving back at him hard, encouraging him to go fast and fierce. He was all too happy to follow her lead, fucking her like his life depended on it. Glancing at her face, Vinnie thought that if she got any happier she'd be weeping with joy. Of course he wasn't that far behind her, as he felt her slick love tunnel around him, much hotter than he was expecting (which would explain what they called her condition, naturally) and oh-so-tight, every one of her contours stimulating his manhood from end to end.  As he continued his efforts to become one with her, he realized he was actually getting hornier - her pheromones were getting stronger. This was the last thing he realized for a little while, as soon he was seeing the world through a red haze of lust, the only thing that mattered being his orgasm, to the exclusion of all else. This overrode his usual gentlemanly habit of making sure the lady reached her joy as well. Fortunately, Michelle was covering for him nicely, one hand toying with her clit as he pounded into her, her tenderly specific ministrations adding the perfect amount of extra pleasure to the overwhelming force he was applying.  

Vinnie gasped in ever-increasing ecstasy as Michelle dug her nails into his back and scraped them along his skin, adding an exquisite pain-for-pleasure tint to the moment. He wasn't going to last long, but she was right there with him, and as their pleasure climbed higher and higher, Michelle let out a throaty moan and bit lightly into Vincent's shoulder. The mild pain brought his mind into clarity for a brief moment: he remembered his involuntary Changes, and panicked for a second, before realizing something that put a wide, toothy smile on his face: she was an arctic fox; since he was [i]already[/i] in the shape of an arctic fox, he wouldn't Change at all when he came. Thanks to this epiphany, he went at it with even more vigour as his lucidity faded away into the welcoming red haze once more. Shortly after that, both Vinnie and Michelle tumbled off the precipice of ecstasy, experiencing the kind of simultaneous orgasm that Vinnie previously thought didn't exist outside of cheesy romance novels. The hand that clutched her, as opposed to the bench, clenched so hard his claws started to dig into her side, even though they were sheathed. She didn't notice however, as the tiny amount of pain was washed away by the tidal wave of pleasure that spread outward from her groin, as her slick walls clamped down on Vinnie's twitching, spurting pole. For his part, Vinnie released a staccato grunt through clenched teeth as he released an impressively large amount of hot seed deep into the beautiful stranger's body. Enhanced by Michelle's pheromones, their pleasure seemed to last an eternity, though eventually she went limp and he collapsed on top of her, their heavy breathing nearly in sync, the cool water from the shower feeling quite good on their hot, sweaty bodies.

Vinnie lay there as his mind slowly returned to him, catching his breath, listening to his own rapid heartbeat, and feeling the lewd sensation of his penis deflating inside Michelle's body. He hadn't been this content in quite some time. He smiled and hugged her tight, nuzzling against her slightly. 
        "God, Michelle... I haven't come [i]that[/i] hard in weeks! I don't know how to thank you!"
She didn't seem to be listening, however; she reached down between her legs and dipped her fingers inside herself, bringing them back out with a sample of Vinnie's semen. He watched, bemused, as she brought her fingers up to her face and took a deep sniff. Her smile widened and she looked up at him as she let the cascading water clean her hand.
        "I thought that might have been you."
He frowned.
        "What exactly 'might have been me'?"
        "Why, the guy who came on the floor in the elevator back in December, of course."
Vinnie felt a sudden pain in his chest as shock washed through his system.
        "W-wh... I..."
Michelle laughed and gently stroked his cheek.
        "Don't bother denying it, honey. I came here for the first time to visit a friend on Christmas Eve. I walked into the elevator, and lo and behold! Someone had whacked off on the floor. The scent was so clear, it couldn't have been more than an hour or two old, and it was obviously a fox. I didn't realize you were so kinky."
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
        "No, no, hang on, time out! What do you mean 'it was obviously a fox'?! How can you be so certain it was me?!"
Michelle leaned up and kissed his cheek, her smile unchanged. 
        "A heat cycle isn't the only thing I Inherited, Vinnie. My nose would impress a bloodhound. I can tell you all the ingredients in a cake baking in an oven if I wish. I can tell the difference between things most people think smell identical. And your come, dear Vincent, is a dead ringer for the scent left behind in the elevator. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I [i]like [/i]kinky."
        "Do... do you mean you got an apartment here just to meet me?"
She laughed, slightly deflating his ego.
        "Don't be silly! I got an apartment here because I wanted to get an apartment here, not to meet a public masturbator. For all I knew, the guy in the elevator was some dangerous sicko. But after I met you, I knew you were a nice guy, and wanted to know if you were the same fox."
Suddenly self-conscious, he pushed off of her, sitting up on the bench, and tried not to make eye contact.
        "I, uh, don't [i]normally [/i]do that kind of thing, you know. It's just..."
He trailed off, having no idea of what to say. It was true, after all, but if he told her the truth - that he'd been dominated by a wilful young woman who dressed him up as a girl and made him masturbate in public - he'd be even worse off than he was now. Fortunately, it seemed he didn't have to explain himself; he jumped as he felt a hand grip his flaccid member. Michelle had turned herself around on the bench, now lying on her stomach and gently stroking him. 
        "I know you weren't alone, the elevator also smelled like... like there was an excited girl in it with you. And I told you, I [i]like [/i]kinky. We just fucked in a public change room after all." 
Vinnie was genuinely surprised to realize he was reacting to her touch, and said so.
        "You're lucky, I never recover this fast. I guess I've been saving up too long."
She chuckled, a gleam in her eyes, and ever-so-lightly scraped one nail along the underside of his penis, the sharp, yet not painful sensation causing him to get incredibly hard very quickly, his breath coming out in a hiss as his still sensitive organ reacted to her touch. 
        "You've never been with a girl in heat before, have you? It doesn't just magically go away because we knocked boots one time. I'm going to be aching for you again in a few minutes, and the pheromones are going to keep you ready and willing to help with that problem as long as you can. They also improve your recovery time, as you may have noticed." 

As she spoke, she moved to sit up on the bench, sliding in behind him, her breasts pressing into his back, her labia embracing the base of his tail. She continued stroking him, and began to whisper in his ear.
        "I bet it felt better than it normally did. How hard did I make you come, Vinnie? Look at you, you're putty in my hands."
He tried to deny her words, but couldn't speak, his mind reeling once more from the dazzling effect of her scent. All he could manage was to shake his head.
        "Oh really? You're your own man, then. So you won't mind if I..."
Abruptly, she released her grip and left him, erect and aching with need. To his embarrassment, Vinnie reacted completely instinctively; whimpering and grabbing her wrist. 
        "P-please..."
Taking mercy on him, she resumed her ministrations, chuckling slightly as she did so.
        "It's okay. There's nothing wrong with being honest with what you want."
She licked his ear, and her free hand began scratching his belly like he was a pet cat. It was at that moment that Vinnie heard a laugh from the chamber outside. There were other people using the change room. He looked over his shoulder in alarm, but Michelle looked calm and collected. She kissed his nose and whispered in his ear once more.
        "I know they're there, Vinnie. They showed up a few minutes ago. That doesn't bother you, does it? I mean, you let a girl make you come in an elevator where you knew other people would go, why is this that different?"
        "B-but they could see..."
        "I know, doesn't it turn you on?"
        "This is the, the family change room, they probably have kids with them!"
At some point while he was distracted by the muffled voices from the main room, she had removed her free hand from his chest, and now he bit his tongue to keep from moaning out loud as she gently squeezed his balls with it. 
        "Then you had better come before they see you."
She wasn't demanding anything of him, wasn't making him call her Mistress, she was merely enjoying bringing him pleasure, and he had no doubt that if he really wanted her to stop, she would do it. There was a playfulness about her he found almost as intoxicating as her scent, and his mind reeled with joy as he drew nearer and nearer to an orgasm for the second time in what felt like no time at all. 
        "Michelle, I... I... [i]oh my God[/i]-"[i]
[/i]He felt her hand clamp down around his muzzle, firm yet not painful, muting the animalistic groan of pleasure he made as he arched his back and ejaculated in her hand, spurt after spurt of hot come shooting out of him a couple of inches before falling back, trailing down the side of his throbbing penis or pooling on the top of her hand. With impossible timing, as he started his climax, he heard the other people in the change room walk by their cubicle, heading out to the pool area. Trying desperately to keep from being heard, his body jumped and spasmed against Michelle's, every muscle he had twitching through the powerful release as he shot a surprisingly big load for a man who had had sex barely ten minutes ago. Soon enough, it came to an end, and he sagged against her body, the shower washing all traces of what he did down the drain. She released him and smiled.
        "That looked like a really good one, I'm actually jealous. And I mean that, I'm getting horny again."
Grinning slightly, Vinnie reached for her treasure, only for Michelle to close her legs.
        "No, we've wasted more than enough water. Let's go somewhere dry."
Vinnie was beaming wide enough to bare his fangs.
        "Your place or mine?"

Although it only took them a few minutes to get to Vinnie's room, it seemed to take an eternity, the elevator ride in particular saw Vincent staring intently at the numbers above the door, twitching ever so slightly as he fought the constant urges to feel up Michelle right there and then. It helped just a little that he could see her out of the corner of his eye, and she was holding on to the handrail with tightly laced fists. From the strength of her grip he guessed she was fighting needs of her own. He strongly hoped no one else got on board; his steel-hard erection was blatantly obvious inside his bathing suit to anyone who'd care to look. The elevator kept rising, inch by inch, and finally their waiting paid off and the doors slid open. Glancing to the sides, Vinnie saw that no one was out of their rooms, and he and Michelle gleefully ran down the hallway like children at play, him smiling wide enough to show his molars, her trying in vain to contain her giggles, long red hair streaming out behind her. Practically skidding to a halt outside Vinnie's apartment, they tingled with barely-contained lust as he struggled to get the key, the only thing he'd brought with him on his swim, properly into the lock. The very instant the door was opened, Michelle leapt upon her hapless friend, and they staggered into the apartment, hands everywhere upon each other. It didn't take very long before the door was kicked shut and locked, and the bathing suits were discarded, forgotten, on the floor in front of it, their still-damp wearers throwing themselves upon Vinnie's bed before puddles even had a chance to form.

With all the kissing and groping going on, it didn't take long before Michelle's pheromones had kicked back into high gear, and Vinnie's mind was pleasantly clouded once more. He rubbed a hand absently along her back, smiling widely as he did so.
        "Your fur is so nice and soft, I could just hold you forever."
He nuzzled his face contentedly into her shoulder. If he had been a cat, he'd have been purring like a well-oiled engine.
She laughed softly, having had this effect on men before.
        "That's great, Vinnie, but what I'd [i]really[/i] appreciate is if you could direct your attention to about... [i]here[/i]."
As she spoke, she moved one of his hands in between her legs, sighing with relief as he picked up on her not-at-all-subtle "hint" and began to tease her, running his fingertips around the outside of her lips. Meanwhile, she began to reward him using her own soft hands to knead and rub his rigid prong, dropping one down occasionally to gently squeeze and massage his scrotum. He let out a moan, which intensified in volume as she leaned down and bit down lightly on one of his nipples, sending a shudder through his entire body. He responded by increasing his efforts, pushing his fingers into her molten interior, getting his first two digits in to the knuckles, leaving his thumb in the perfect position to play with and tease her clitoris. She gasped and shivered slightly as she felt a quick burst of pleasure, a 'warning shot' from her body alerting her to the mounting joy within her. 
        "Oh my [i]God[/i], Vinnie... No more foreplay, I can't take it! Let's... let's get started."
She tilted her head down to look between them, draping Vinnie's face with her flowing red hair as she did so. He noted that whatever shampoo she used, it smelled pleasantly of strawberries, though it was almost completely overpowered by the smell of their sweat and her pheromones. Michelle leaned back, placing her groin over his, and reached down to line him up properly - but Vinnie stuck a hand between hers and his penis. She snapped her head up and looked up at him, a hurt look in her eyes like he'd insulted her mother. Vincent smiled. He had once quite happily played the role of obedient toy to a stronger personality, but he was more than capable of taking control.
        "Gee, I dunno, Michelle; I just washed these sheets yesterday."
As he spoke, he flicked her love button just once and she bit down on her lip to prevent a moan from escaping.
        "Please, Vinnie, I'm burning up inside, I-I need you so bad... I need you inside me, it's the only thing that'll make it go away..."
He raised a free hand to his muzzle, stroking his chin mock-thoughtfully.
        "Well, if it means that much to you..." 
        "Damn it Vinnie, just [i]fuck me[/i] already!"

Without further ado, he moved his hands, one to her hip, the other lining himself up with her opening as she had tried to do. Pulling down gently, he slid deep inside her as she closed her eyes and groaned loudly, no longer attempting to hide her feelings.
        "Oh God yes, [i]yessss[/i]... ahhh..."
Vinnie marvelled at this. They had had sex less than an hour before, but she sounded like she hadn't gotten any in years. He'd known about heat cycles before, how they were powerful aphrodisiacs, but he'd never experienced anything like this, the woman's hunger was endless! Fortunately, her pheromones were helping him keep up with her, for the time being anyway. Michelle enthusiastically began to bounce on his pole, her stamina allowing her to pump him hard and fast, which had an equal effect on her breasts that Vinnie enjoyed from his vantage point. For his part, he thrust his hips upward as she came down, slamming their pelvises together with delicious force, his jewels slapping against her with a satisfying sound. After a few minutes of bliss, Vincent really looked up at her, and he was struck once again by how beautiful she was; hair draped carelessly, naturally over her shoulders, chest heaving as she breathed deep, eyes closed to fully immerse herself in the experience. Whether it was caused by the visual or not, he couldn't say, but he found himself coming closer and closer to ecstasy with every passing second. 
        "Michelle, I'm... I'm gonna come..."
This seemed to encourage her, she pushed down all the way and stayed there, opening her eyes and looking down at him, a blazing intensity in her gaze.
        "Do it, Vinnie baby, do it! Come inside me, paint my cunt with it, I [i]need[/i] it..."
Pushed over the final barrier by her unexpected reply, Vinnie stiffened and shook as he had his third orgasm of the day, spurting a somewhat smaller, though still noticeable, load of sperm down Michelle's shuddering channel. As she felt the warmth spreading within her, she too started her joy, leaning down to hold onto Vinnie's shoulders, riding him through her climax, so close to him he could see every muscle twitch beneath her skin, every drop of sweat beading on the outside of her fur. Eventually she pulled off of him and lay beside him, breathing deeply and gently licking the side of his face. He chuckled wearily.
        "I can't believe how many times we just came..."
She leaned over and hugged him tight. 
        "All I need's a few minutes to recuperate. We're just getting started, Vincent. We're just getting started."


Vinnie groaned as he found himself rising slowly towards consciousness. He didn't remember passing out. Actually, he didn't remember much of anything after having sex with Michelle for a second time.
And then, he did.
All at once, the memories came rushing back to him: they'd had sex a total of, what, five times? Six? Different positions, different places in the apartment, her hunger was endless, and he was more than willing to help her sate it. He had lost track of the number of times he'd made her come, though he noticed that she never seemed to get off harder than right after he came inside her. He'd never before met a girl who seemed so into 'cream pies'. The further along the night got, the blurrier his memories became, until they faded away completely in a mishmash of soft fur, supple muscles, and the smells and emotions of raw, uncomplicated sex. Opening his eyes, he found that he was lying faceup on his bed. The wall clock, which was now hanging at an odd angle, informed him that it was now the early morning of the day after the day he'd met Michelle. Sitting up, he discovered that several parts of his body were sore, and his testicles throbbed with a dull ache from overuse. His fur was matted all over with dried semen and girl juices. The bed, or maybe it was just him, stank with the smell of sweat and sex, the perfume of Michelle's pheromones still lingering in the air. Forcing himself to get up, he searched the apartment and found that he was alone. She had used him and left him, and he didn't know her phone number, which apartment she lived in (if she really lived in the building), or even her last name. He felt emotionally as well as physically dirty. Then he walked into the bathroom and discovered a post-it note on the shower stall, the one part of the apartment he was guaranteed to use that day. 'Vinnie - tonight was [u]amazing[/u]. Thank you so much. I have to go, working early tomorrow, but we'll talk again soon. -M.' Putting the note on the sink counter and turning on the water, Vincent smiled. He loved making new friends. And if this friend happened to have a certain problem every once in a while, a certain itch she couldn't scratch alone, well, helping each other is what good neighbours do, isn't it?

Soon, a contented humming could be heard coming from the shower as Vinnie let the hot water soak into his fur, already imagining his next meeting with the mysterious vixen.