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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b][u]The D-Gen Therapist[/u][/b][/center][center][b]Shameful Lust[/b][/center][center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nRon smiled at the two infants, Tyler and Ronda. He had finally managed to get both twins to sleep after a day of playing, which mostly consisted of chasing them around the house. It had gotten a lot harder to keep up now that they had learned how to walk. He never thought he would ever be a father, let alone a stay-at-home dad. His wife was the breadwinner, and her job paid well, being a therapist. Still, he felt a pang of guilt as he stared at the two. To him, they were the most beautiful things on the planet, but he knew they would have a very hard time as they grew up. Not just because their father was an ex-con, but because they were second generation hybrids. He was a white rat / siberian tiger hybrid, their mother a pure deer. The result is they looked like slightly odd white rodents with black tiger stripes, hooves, and little tufts for tails. The world would consider them freaks. He'd experienced that kind of prejudice all his life, as well. At least they wouldn't have to worry about the typical issue with twins having similar names. He was also a twin, and had to deal with that most of his childhood. He and Rachel decided not to burden them with that, too.\n\nHis internal musings were interrupted as he heard the front door to their penthouse apartment opening. His wife was home. He stepped out of the childrens' room, closing the door gently and making sure the baby gate was up in front of it in case they somehow managed to open the door... again. Stepping into the living room, he smiled as he saw Rachel. \"Welcome home hon-MMPH!\" The well dressed doe rushed across the room, practically throwing herself against him and pressing her lips to his in a deep, wild, passionate kiss. Her arms wrapped around him, holding him tight as she pressed her mouth against his. He didn't even slightly fight it, just slid his own arm around her to hold her. She was clearly pent up, made only more obvious as she ground her hips against him.\n\nWhen she did eventually pull back, she let out a soft breath against his neck. \"S-sorry...\"\n\n\"Don't be.\" He smiled, kissing her forehead. \"Must have had one of [i]those[/i] clients today, huh?\"\n\nShe nodded quickly, not letting him go. Though she did still look around. \"Where are Ty and Ronda?\"\n\n\"Sleeping soundly in their room. Just got them to bed a bit ago. They'll probably be out for a while.\"\n\nShe let out a soft sigh, gripping at his loose shirt. \"Good.\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nHer back almost slammed against the wall, her legs lifting to wrap around her husband's middle. She had to slap a hand around her own mouth as he slammed himself deep into her drooling pussy, muffling the cry of pleasure so she wouldn't wake the children. Ron continued to hammer into her, letting out straining grunts as he roughly fucked his wife. The moment they had gotten to the bedroom, she had practically ripped her nice suit off and jumped him. She was [i]definitely[/i] pent up. She'd already cum three times, and was on the verge of a fourth already. He didn't ask any questions, only wanting to satisfy her desperate need.\n\nOne hand was under her rear to hold her up while he plunged his throbbing cock into her clenching cunt. His other slid up until it was at her neck. He wrapped his fingers around her, squeezing just tight enough that it partially cut her air off. She tensed up around him, squeezing even tighter. Within moments, she was cumming again, harder than any of the others. They both shared the desire for this, for him to strangle her to death. They'd gotten so close so many times. He squeezed tighter, making her squeeze him in return. Her muffled cries turned choked, but her eyes rolled back in lustful pleasure. She would beg him not to stop this time, and he would listen if she did. Only two things saved her. The two children sleeping in the next room.\n\nShe still felt the tightness growing in her chest, her lungs desperate for air. She clenched her legs around him tighter, dragging him deep and locking him in place. Another orgasm struck her, flooding her body with ecstasy, making her shake and tremble against him. He couldn't hold back anymore, her face and the clamping pussy around him dragging him over the edge. He let out a strained growling groan as he came, blasting his seed deep into her. The feeling of him flooding her tunnel only made her own pleasure grow that much more, the hand not clamped firmly on her mouth gripping his shoulder painfully tight.\n\nAs he saw her face starting to grow more red under her fur, he let her neck go. She took a deep gasp, only to have to clamp her hand over her mouth again, panting through her nose. She slid her other hand around his back, clinging to him, still shivering as the aftershocks of her multiple, powerful orgasms washed over her. He slid both of his hands down under her rear, moving her away from the wall and over to the bed. He half-dropped her onto the mattress, falling with her so she could continue to cling to him. And so he didn't have to pull out of her just yet. They just lay holding onto each other for several minutes, panting and enjoying the afterglow of the rough, wild sex. Both also kept an ear open, listening to make sure they didn't hear one of the infants having woken up.\n\nAfter some time, Ron kissed his wife's nose. \"So. You going to tell me about it?\"\n\nShe smiled, letting out a soft, breathless laugh. \"Yeah...\" She gasped as he slid his partially deflated shaft out of her, leaving her feeling slightly empty as his cum slowly drooled out. He shifted to snuggle up against her, sliding his arm under her head like a pillow. She kissed his chin. \"So, do you remember Dorian?\" He thought for a moment. \"The leopard with the delusions?\"\n\nHe opened his mouth. \"Ah! Right. Guessing he hasn't gotten any better?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"No. Quite the opposite.\" She shifted to get comfortable against him as she started telling him about the session. It was technically a breach of doctor-patient confidentiality, but she knew Ron wouldn't go blabbing. Plus, even a therapist needed to talk to someone sometimes.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nRachel finished typing up her notes for the previous client. It was just about time for her next session. Pulling up her schedule, she smiled. \"Dorian Waleski.\" She pulled up his file to go over the notes, to make sure she refreshed herself on him. \"Delusional fantasies about raping and killing any woman he looks at.\" There was also a little capital 'D' at the top of the page, signifying he was one of her D-Gen clients. She had gone public, so to speak, on the forums about being a therapist in Alta Ferro, offering her services to any local members. She was surprised by how many had taken her up on the offer. The mods had even marked her as a protected member, meaning none of the killers could hunt her down without severe repercussions. The only one safe from any such punishment was her husband, who was also a member. Though she didn't produce any content like he did, posting pictures of victims he raped and killed. Something they often made love about later. Though he hadn't done that in some time, instead taking to his role as stay-at-home father with gusto.\n\nAs she was reading the notes, she got the message from her receptionist that her next client had checked in. She finished reading through the notes quickly, then stood up and straightened her clothes and hair. She wore her usual blue business suit, with a slightly loose dress that hung to her knees. A pair of stockings clung to her slender legs, ending in a pair of well pedicured hooves. Her brown hair was tied up into a tight bun between her ears. She liked to keep herself looking professional as much as she could. Though under the dress, she had nothing covering her slit. She used to wear panties, but she too often found herself fingering herself after her D-Gen clients, and making a mess of any underwear she had. She did still have a slightly lacy bra under her shirt, keeping her hefty tits secure. They'd gotten bigger since having the twins, and not gone back. Ron loved them, of course.\n\nOpening the door, she peaked out. The leopard was sitting on one of the seats, his right leg bouncing nervously. The man was tall and muscular, wearing a cyan polo that clashed a little with his fur, and dark slate grey trousers. \"Dorian?\"\n\nHe looked up quickly, giving her a nervous smile. \"Hello, Dr. Lefko!\" He stood quickly, brushing his shirt a little to make sure it was straight.\n\nShe smirked, stepping slightly to the side and motioning for him to enter her office. \"Come on in.\" He nodded, quickly moving into the room and having a seat in the stuffed, leather-bound sofa in front of her large, mahogany desk. She closed the heavy door and more calmly moved to sit in the other seat in front of her desk, facing him. \"You seem nervous today. More than usual.\"\n\n\"I-I... d-do?\" She just tilted her head and he let out a slight laugh, scoffing at himself. \"Yeah... I guess it's pretty obvious.\"\n\nShe crossed one long leg over the other at the knee, leaning back a little. \"I'll hazard a guess that you've been having more of your delusions?\" He let out a sound that sounded almost like a whimper, and nodded his head quickly. \"They've been getting worse again?\"\n\nHe closed his eyes and took a deep breath, holding it for several seconds in an attempt to calm himself. It didn't really work, but he was at least able to collect his thoughts a little. \"Yeah... a lot worse...\" He let his head hang a little. \"And... I... gave in...\"\n\nRachel quirked her eyebrow. \"Oh?\" She tilted her head, keeping her voice even. \"Tell me about it.\"\n\nHe nodded slowly. \"Do you remember Alice?\"\n\nShe nodded back. \"Yes. The mouse coworker. You've mentioned a few times that you might have feelings for her. And you think she might have some for you.\"\n\nHis shoulders slumped a little. \"I did... and she did. Until two days ago... when I killed her.\"\n\n\"Oh...\" Rachel shifted slightly, sitting up again. She motioned to him. \"Go on. Tell me about how this happened. And don't forget, I'm a member, too. You won't need to worry about me judging you.\" He nodded slowly, but still looked like his shame was overwhelming him. \"Go on then. How did it all start?\"\n\nHe took a deep breath, holding it again, and letting it out slowly once more. \"Well... she invited me out to drinks...\"\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nDorian stared at the door to the bar. The building wasn't fancy or flashy, not the kind of club that college kids would frequent. But it also wasn't some run down dive that would have drunks fighting in a back alley. Just a very plain looking building, with the sign over the door labeling it as 'The Blue Frond Bar.' He still wasn't sure why he'd agreed to do this. It was such a bad idea. His coworker, Alice, had invited him out to have drinks. He did like her, and she seemed to like him. She must to invite him out. He let out the breath he'd been holding and just stepped forward, pushing the door open.\n\nThe inside was what he expected. A dimly lit room with the bar to one side, shelves of alcohol and taps against one wall behind it. The rest of the room was dominated by tables and booths. A few neon signs for different types of beer and harder alcohol dotted the walls here and there. Speakers pumped some low-fi, jazz-like music, while several televisions were set up, each tuned to a different channel, mostly sports. There were a few people in the place. Behind the counter was a gruff looking badger tending the bar. A few people sat at tables, lost in their conversation.\n\nAnd he saw her. Alice. Shorter, a little overweight, but still quite pretty. White fur and brown hair, which she had let down. She wore a nice shirt in dark green, slightly at the bottom, with a plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage just enough to be tastefully enticing. Her short legs were partially covered by a matching skirt. It was the first time he'd seen her not wearing something at least business casual. It was the first time he'd seen her outside of work, for that matter. She was sitting in one of the booths, some curvy glass of something brown sitting in front of her. She smiled when she saw him in the doorway, waving him over.\n\nHe smiled and moved over to her. \"Hey...\" He said nervously. [i]Without any warning, he grabbed her hair, yanking her out of the booth, only to shove her over the table. He yanked her skirt up, exposing her panties clinging to her round rear. He ripped them down, revealing her cunt. One hand pinned her head to the table while his other got his cock out of his pants. With no warm up, he slammed himself deep into her pussy, not caring that everyone was watching him rape her right there in the middle of the room. She cried out, both in pain and pleasure. He slammed himself forward into her, hard and fast, knocking her drink over. He didn't hold back, soon feeling himself close. Gripping her neck, he raked his claws across her throat, tearing it open to splash her blood across the table, cumming into her cunt as it clamped around him.[/i]\n\n\"I hope you don't mind I got something while I waited.\" He blinked as her words broke him from his delusion. She was nodding to the curvy glass in front of her. \"Long Island iced tea. Pretty good, if you haven't had one.\"\n\nHe shook his head, sitting down on the other side of the table from her. \"I haven't. Truth is, I'm not much of a drinker...\"\n\nShe sipped at the thing through the straw, draining quite a bit in one go. \"Mm, you should, though. It's part of why I invited you out. You always look so tense. Maybe letting loose would do you some good, y'know?\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"I dunno. I... don't think 'letting loose' would be a good idea.\"\n\nShe tilted her head. \"Why? You afraid you might actually have fun?\" She gave him a slightly mischievous, teasing grin. It just made her look even more cute.\n\nHe laughed softly. \"Something like that.\" The kind of 'fun' his mind conjured up to him constantly was not exactly normal. Or legal. He was haunted by delusions like the one he just had, raping and killing any woman around him. He had managed to keep himself from giving in for a long time, the last time several years ago now. All things he couldn't exactly tell her. The only person he knew personally that knew was his therapist, and that was only because she was also a member of D-Gen. Alice didn't strike him as the type to be a member. \"Anyway, I don't mind if you have some drinks. I'm not some anti-alcohol guy. I just-\"\n\nAs voice from beside the booth interrupted him. \"Can I get you something, sir?\" He turned to see a tall and slender squirrel in an almost comically standard server's uniform. White shirt, black pants, and black vest, but all a bit loose. A nametag on her chest, just above her small breasts, read 'Sierra.'\n\n[i]He suddenly flew out of the booth, pouncing on her and knocking her to the ground. \"I'll have you!\" He clamped his jaws around her throat while ripping her pants down and shoving her legs open. She tried to struggle, but he bit down harder, tasting her blood. His cock throbbed from the taste as he shoved it into her tight cunt. She squeezed around him, a weak whimper slipping form her mouth, begging him for more. She wanted him to do it. And he did, clenching his jaw tighter, digging into her flesh as he raped her. She came as he tore her throat fully open, blood and ecstasy flowing out of her mouth and neck as he came into her.[/i]\n\nHe shook his head. \"No, I'll-\"\n\n\"He'll have a gin and tonic.\" This time it was Alice that interrupted. She winked at him. \"Something to start. And you can put it on my tab.\"\n\nHe sighed. \"Yeah, sure. I'll have one of those.\"\n\nAlice spoke up again. \"And I'll have another one of these.\" She tapped her nearly empty glass. It had only been half emptied the last time he saw. The server nodded, turning to get the drinks. He gave his friend a look. \"Hey, it's just one drink. Unless you're some ultra lightweight, you'll be fine.\"\n\nHe sighed again. \"Yeah... okay.\" He felt awkward suddenly. \"So... you said wanting me to lighten up was just one reason you invited me out. What are the others?\"\n\nShe finished sipping the last of the drink out of the glass, then gave him a warm, if slightly embarrassed smile. \"Well... another is that...\" She paused for a moment, trying to think of how best to word it. \"You seem lonely.\" She held up a hand before he could say anything. \"Don't think I'm, like, taking pity on you or something. I just thought you might like spending time with... a friend.\" He saw a blush creep onto her cheeks, her eyes darting between looking at him and just slightly away.\n\nHe couldn't help but smile. \"Yeah... you kind of have me pegged there.\" He leaned a bit against the table. \"I don't get out much.\" He had good reason. Everywhere he went were women he had his delusions about. The more he was around, the more tempted he might become to give in to one. But as he looked at her, he found himself just looking. No fantasies in that moment. \"But maybe spending some time with a friend isn't so bad.\" He shifted back as the server came back with the drinks shockingly quickly. \"Thanks.\"\n\nAlice smiled at the squirrel, then back at him. Her blush got a bit more noticeable through her white fur. \"Maybe even more than a friend?\"\n\nHe quirked an eyebrow. \"More than a friend?\" That took him a little by surprise.\n\nShe took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He recognized someone collecting their thoughts and fighting nerves. It was odd to see it from the other side. \"I'm probably not drunk enough, but I'll just say it anyway. I like you, Dorrian. You're always sweet, even when work is going like shit. You've always found a way to make me smile and even laugh, even when the bitch is breathing down our necks for stupid shit.\" Their direct boss was a real piece of work, a micromanager who loved to berate and belittle anyone under her just to feel important and in control at all times. One of the few people he probably wouldn't feel bad giving into his delusions and murdering. \"And... you're not bad looking, either...\" She really blushed now, masking her sudden embarrassment by stuffing the straw of her new drink in her mouth and downing half of the liquid in one go.\n\nHe couldn't help but smile a little more. \"Well... thank you.\" He raised his small glass up to gesture to her. \"You're pretty cute yourself, you know.\" She let out a soft, adorable squeak, but smiled. He sipped his own drink and set it down. \"So, that's the real reason, huh? You wanted to invite the cute guy from work out on a date?\"\n\nShe squeaked again. \"K-kinda?\" After a moment of embarrassed silence, they both started to laugh. \"Gods, I'm acting like a high school girl talking to her crush for the first time. I'm sorry.\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"Don't be. It's cute.\" He took a risk, reaching out and taking her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. \"And I like you, too.\" His hand was so much bigger than hers. He was so much bigger. [i]He could so easily reach up and grab her neck and-[/i] [b]No.[/b] He pulled his hand away, hoping it didn't seem too quick. She didn't seem to take it poorly. Just both of their nerves getting to them. He took another sip of his drink.\n\nShe also sipped at hers, draining even more. \"So... uh... outside of work, what do you do? You've never really talked about your hobbies?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"I... read, mostly. And watch videos on viewtube.\"\n\n\"Oh? What kinda stuff do you read?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Lately? Mostly psychology stuff.\"\n\nShe snapped her fingers. \"Right! You [i]did[/i] mention that! Stuff your therapist recommended, right?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Yeah. Though I've been finding it kind of fascinating, so I just kept finding more. Other than that, I usually read sci-fi stuff. I'm still catching up on the old Space Wars books. The stuff from before Dibney bought the franchise.\"\n\nShe brightened up. \"Really!? Have you read the Thorne Trilogy?\"\n\nHe gave her a surprised look and amused smirk. \"Of course! It's practically required reading for the EU stuff. You're a fan?\"\n\nShe nodded, blushing again. \"Yeah! I've been a fan since I was a kid! I'm just usually too embarrassed to mention it to most people...\"\n\n\"Don't want people to know you're secretly a nerd?\" She nodded sheepishly. \"Well, your secret is safe with me.\" After taking another sip of his drink, he asked. \"So, what's your favorite book, if you have one?\"\n\n\"Oh, definitely the E-Wing series. All of them. Except maybe the last one. It's good, but not as good as the rest, since it's more standalone.\" He smiled as she started to talk about why the series was her favorite. He joined in the conversation, talking about his own favorites. Hours passed as the topic shifted from one sci-fi franchise to another, TV, movies, even comics, though she wasn't as familiar outside of the movie adaptations. Before either of them knew, hours had passed. He was still nursing his second drink while she'd gotten several more for herself.\n\nBy the time he thought to look at a clock and see it was after midnight, she was well and truly drunk. \"Mmph, man, it got late.\"\n\nShe groaned, leaning against the table. \"But I dun' wan' the night over already~ I'm hav'ng fun talking w'th you~u.\" She slurred her words a bit, her voice taking almost a sing-song tone.\n\nHe shook his head. \"Well, I think you've had more than enough for one night.\" He slid out of the booth and held a hand out to her. \"C'mon. I'll call a rideshare to get you home.\"\n\nShe huffed, looking upset. But she still took his hand, getting unsteadily to her feet. \"Ffffine.\" She nearly fell over, leaning against him as he helped her towards the door. As they passed the bar, she half-spun away from him to talk to the bartender. \"Oh. Uh... close my tab. Card should be in th' syst'm already. Alish C-Carm~min.\" She blinked. \"Carm~\"\n\n\"Cameron.\" Dorian finished for her. The tender nodded, looking a little concerned . \"Don't worry, I'll get her home safe.\" The badger nodded again, tapping away at a tablet to close out the tab for the night and wishing them a safe trip home. He put his hand around Alice to help lead her out the door. \"C'mon. Let's get you home and to bed.\" He was surprised to find her such a heavy drinker. Or maybe she wasn't and had just been that nervous around him for their first 'date.' Hard to say. The car for the rideshare was already waiting for them by the time they got outside. There was a parking area just across from the bar where a lot of them liked to wait for orders, since most people getting one this late were from bars.\n\nThe drive took a while to get out of downtown and to the more residential area of the massive city. The coyote driver was thankfully quiet, only asking for the address, which Alice provided. She was also quiet for most of the ride, just leaning against Dorian in the back seat. More maybe snuggling against him was more accurate, her face pressed somewhat into his chest. When they did arrive at the apartments, he had to nudge her gently to rouse her from her half-slumber. He helped her into the the building, and into the elevator to go up to the 8th floor, where her apartment was.\n\nShe pointed at the door. \"Tha's the one. 816.\" She patted herself a few times before finally finding the key and unlocking the door. \"C'mon in...\"\n\nHe stood at the threshold, hesitating. \"Uh... I probably shouldn't...\"\n\nTurning around, she gave him a big smile. \"Dorian. A pretty girl is inviting you inside... y'gonna turn her down?\"\n\n\"A pretty, but very drunk girl.\" He corrected. \"I wouldn't want you to regret all this when you sober up.\"\n\nShe giggled a little too loud. \"I'm gonna regret a lot in th' morn'ng.. but not thi~is.\" She stumbled to the side a little more, waving to invite him inside again. He let out a soft sigh, and against his better judgment, stepped inside. The place was decorated with a lot of potted plants, though upon closer inspection he found them to be fake. A few pictures of things like ocean waves or lighthouses were on the walls, none of them actual paintings, just framed pictures. A few shelves were against one wall in the living room, lined with DVDs. There was a thin layer of dust on them, not having been watched in a long time. A couch sat in the middle of the living room, looking more than a little beat up. Past that was the small kitchen, and a pair of doors on the other side. \"Go ahead 'n have a seat.\"\n\nHe nodded, moving to sit down on the couch. It wasn't the most comfortable, but still somehow better than the crappy chairs at the office. It faced a small TV mounted to the wall. He glanced over his shoulder as Alice stumbled into the kitchen area. \"You need some help?\"\n\nShe called out. \"N~no. I'm ju's gonna make s'm coffee... you wan' s-some?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Yeah, sure. I wouldn't mind s-\"\n\n\"Ah... shit...\" She let out a soft whimper. \"Ffffuck...\"\n\n\"What?\" He glanced over his shoulder, but couldn't see her. When she didn't respond, he stood up. \"Did you drop somethi-\"\n\n\"D-don't come in!\" She called out, her voice panicked.\n\nNow he was really worried. He stepped closer, only to stop as he got to the entrance to the little kitchen area. \"Oh...\" Alice was crouched down, a stream of liquid running down her legs and pooling onto the floor at her feet. She whimpered again as she gripped the counter to keep from fully falling over.\n\nShe whimpered as the flow seemed to just keep going, unable to stop herself now that she'd started. She whimpered again, eyes squeezed shut. He saw a few tears slowly run down her cheek. \"I-I'm... s-sorry...\" She didn't look at him. She looked mortified to be pissing herself right in front of him like this.\n\nHe let out a sigh and moved closer, careful not to step in the pool of urine. He held out a hand. \"C'mon, I'll help you to the bathroom.\"\n\nShe sniffled, looking up to see his hand. She accepted it once most of the flow seemed to have slowed, though her legs and skirt were soaked now. He imagined whatever underwear she had on was equally sodden. \"I'm... sorry... I'm not n-normally this... disg'sting...\" She let him help her up.\n\nHe gently pat her back. \"It's okay. At least you did it in your own home and not in the car.\" She grunted, but nodded. He helped her out of the kitchen. \"Which door is it?\"\n\n\"Th' one an th' right.\" He nodded, nudging the door open and turning on the light for her. He helped her inside, only to tense up as she suddenly hiked up her skirt to reveal her panties. They were dark red, soaked completely through at the crotch. He stepped back as she started to yank them down, though he still got a view of her slit when she dropped down onto the toilet. He backed out of the room and took several deep breaths. His mind was filled with that one image, her slit. Right there, exposed, soaked, even if just from piss. Almost like she wanted him to look. To take it. To take her.\n\nHe heard running water as she washed herself off, and could only think about what that would look like, even as he tried to think of literally anything else. \"I... uh... should probably... go.\" He winced, realizing how that might sound. \"Give you some privacy, I mean...\"\n\nThe water stopped, and a moment later, a hand touched his back. \"I'm... sorry... I understand... I jus' hope y-you won't judge m~me too badly f-for this.\"\n\nHe let out a breath, his shoulders slumping a little. \"I won't. Just a bad night. Too much to drink.\" He turned around. \"I won't ju-\" He froze as he looked at her. She had pulled her dress off completely, leaving her lower half totally naked and exposed. Her shirt had gotten off center a bit from her washing herself, and he got a glimpse of the red bra holding one of her tits. Thoughts rushed through his head. Was this another delusion? Was this real? Did she mean to show her pussy to him like that, or was she just too drunk to realize what was going on? He found himself frozen in place, staring at her wide-eyed, his cock straining in his pants.\n\nShe smiled up at him. \"If... you aren't t-too~ grossed out... I still wouldn't mind y~you staying...\"\n\nHe blinked several times. \"I-I... I... uh...\" He stammered, not able to collect his thoughts properly. Of course he wanted to stay, especially with what she was offering. But he couldn't be certain she was actually offering it. He wanted to shove her down and fuck her senseless right there and then. But if this wasn't real, if it was another delusion, he'd be raping her. And gods did he want to rape her raw.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nDorian paused his story as Rachel stood up and approached him. He looked at her nervously. \"W-what?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"Nothing.\" She suddenly crouched down beside him. She tapped his leg. \"But you should get these off, before you rip right through them.\"\n\n\"What!?\" Yeah, his cock had gotten rock hard as he retold the story, straining painfully in his pants just like they had been at the time.\n\n\"You hear me.\" The doe smiled up at him. \"And this isn't a delusion. Consider it part of your therapy. Focus on the story while I help you relieve the stress it caused.\"\n\nHe nodded slowly. This was the first time she'd ever suggested anything like this. \"If you're sure...\" He unbuckled his belt and quickly opened his pants. Within a moment, his cock sprang free, throbbing hard, tip leaking just a bit from his excitement. He gasped as her hand gently wrapped around the base, stroking him slightly.\n\nShe smiled up at him. \"Continue please. Tell me what happened after Alice invited you into her bedroom like that.\" Before he could continue, she leaned forward and started to lap at his shaft, making him moan.\n\nHe closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths. If this was a delusion, he'd let it happen. He just hoped he didn't make a mess of his pants if it was. Then he continued where he left off.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nAlice fell back onto her bed, doing nothing to hide her exposed slit from him now. It was still damp, now from recent cleaning. Though he could see it was more. She was turned on by having him standing beside her bed, looking at her. To make things worse, she pulled her shirt up and threw it away, leaving her slightly pudgy belly and chest exposed. A dark red bra clung to her ample chest, the only piece of clothing she still had on. \"C-can you help m-me... get this off?\" He didn't even hesitate now, reaching out to grip at her bra and pull it up. Not the exact way the things came off, but he couldn't help himself, yanking it up and over her head, her arms slipping out of it. He tossed it away as he stared at her chest, tits bouncing and wobbling a little. She blushed up at him. \"S-still... think I'm... pretty?\"\n\nHe nodded quickly. \"Yes. You are adorable. Beautiful. Sexy.\" He found himself shaking a little. Gods did he want her so badly.\n\nShe blushed a bit more, smiling. \"Can... I see you, too? I-if y-you want...\" He nodded quickly, once more not hesitating. He yanked his shirt up and off, exposing his own chest and belly to her. Within moments, his pants were falling to his ankles, kicked away. The bulge in his briefs was obvious, cock straining against the dark fabric. He tugged them down and set the black shaft free. It stood proud and overeager, throbbing and demanding to be used. She licked her lips as she saw the pulsing rod. \"You're bigger than I expected.\"\n\nHe let out a slight chuckle. \"Thanks?\"\n\nShe giggled. \"I'm used to mice. They're not as big as that.\" She blushed a little. \"N-not that I've... done a lot of sleeping around. J-just...\" She squeaked. \"Oh, I'm making it worse.\"\n\nHe shook his head, climbing onto the bed. \"I don't care.\" She panted as he crawled over her, their size difference obvious as he hovered over her. She stared up at him, cheeks flushed. \"I want to fuck you so badly. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"I want you, too. I want... please...\" She let out a soft whimper. \"Give it to me!\" She begged, desperation in her voice. Delusion or not, he wouldn't turn her down. Moving his hips, he pressed the tip of his shaft against her slit, rubbing against it and her clit slightly. She gasped and moaned, already pressing up against him. \"D-don't tease! I-I need it inside of me! I've... been so horny all night!\"\n\n\"So have I.\" He shifted a little, his tip pressing against her lower lips, then pushing past them and sliding inside. They both let out loud moans. Her inner walls clung around him as he spread them with every inch that sank into her. Her hands gripped at his shoulders, her legs slightly wrapping around his, her ankles at his knees. He pushed deeper and deeper. She wasn't so tight that it was painful for either of them, but he was definitely bigger than she was designed for. Just as his hips struck against hers, his tip mashed against the back of her pussy, filling it entirely.\n\nHer legs quivered against him. \"S-so... deep!\" She panted heavily.\n\n\"N-not t-too much?\"\n\nShe shook her head quickly. \"Perfect! I love it!\" She started to shift her hips back and forth. \"Fuck me. Fucking pound me, Dorian! M-make me scream for y-AH!\" She threw her head back as he pulled back, only to slam forward again. He started with a slow but deep and hard pace. She clung to his shoulders tighter, her pussy clamping around him already. She took every thrust he gave, wanting only more. Her heavy tits wobbled and bounced with every strike his cock made against the back of her pussy, her whole body seeming to move from it. She panted and cried out for him.\n\n\"Y-you're going to wake your neighbors.\" He teased.\n\nShe shook her head. \"D-don't have any~ I'm- AH! ...th-the only one on this floor...\"\n\nHe smirked. \"Then let's really get you screaming.\" He started to thrust harder, and she did indeed cry out even louder for him. He slammed himself into her, feeling her clenching around him more and more. He could tell she was getting close, but was holding back. He took a risk. A big risk. He leaned down, lapping at her neck... then wrapped his mouth around it. She gasped as she felt it, only to lose control and let out a loud scream of pleasure, her orgasm slamming into her. He guessed right. She wanted him to dominate her like a predator. Her pussy was clamped around him tight, juices drooling out around his shaft. He left himself buried inside of her, riding out her orgasm. He nearly blew his own load right there, but managed to hold back.\n\nJust as she was starting to calm, he started again, interrupting any thought she may have had. She cried out again as he struck deep, harder this time, as if he was trying to batter through into her womb. He didn't think he could, he wasn't quite that big, but she still thrashed under him in pleasure. His jaws clamped tighter, teeth prickling at her flesh. She only cried out louder, body begging him for more. He gave it, plunging over and over as she continued to clench and quiver. She came again when he tightened his jaws even more, sharp teeth threateningly prodding at her vulnerable flesh.\n\nHe tasted it. He tasted her blood. Just a little, trickling against his tongue. His mind clouded with lust. He slid his arms around her, clinging her against his body, pinning her against him as his jaws pinned her neck to the bed, his hips slamming against hers over and over. He tightened his grip as she tightened hers around his shaft. She was close again. She gripped at his shoulders hard, hands trembling as her body was overwhelmed by the pleasure. He tightened more, tasting more blood, feeling her clench harder. She was begging him for it. She wanted him filling her, to hell with the risks.\n\nHe couldn't help himself. Couldn't hold back. His jaw clenched hard, teeth fully sinking into her flesh. Blood started to pour into his mouth now. He drank it and her lust, heightening his own. She started to really thrash and tremble under him, her voice cut off by his clamping mouth. Her cunt squeezed him tighter than ever, drawing him as deep as he could. He let himself go, slamming forward one final time and released. His seed blasted up into her, filling her tunnel and leaking out as he pumped shot after shot, his balls aching to give everything he had. His mouth clenched so tight around her, he tasted her meat, her blood, her life flowing into his mouth. It only made him cum so much harder. Maybe even a second time, he wasn't sure. He had never given so much for so long.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nDorian let out a loud groan as he came, both from reliving the moment, and from the mouth wrapped about his shaft. Rachel kept her head down near the base, swallowing the shaft and drinking all he had to give. It was not a small amount, and yet she took it all, even making gulping sounds as she took it. Her hand was between her legs, working at her bare slit furiously. Her juices splashed out onto the carpet as she also came, the room filled with the scent of sex and lust. Dorian clenched his hands on the edge of the couch, claws digging slightly into the surface. It was all he could do to keep from jamming the woman's head down onto his shaft and letting her choke on him.\n\nShe pulled back, dragging her lips along the length. She finally slid off with a pop, licking her lips. \"Mmm. Not too bad, but you need a little more vitamin C in your diet.\" She took a deep breath, her legs still trembling slightly, even as she got up and moved back to her chair. She didn't hide that she'd also orgasmed. \"So. You bit down on Alice's neck as you filled her with your seed. Then what?\"\n\nHe stared at the doe. His cock was still out and throbbing a little, the last of his cum leaking out from the climax she'd milked him. And now she was asking like nothing had happened. \"Y-you sure this isn't a delusion?\"\n\nShe smiled. \"I'm sure. But please, continue the story. What happened after you finished cumming?\"\n\nHe nodded, clearing his throat. \"Well. After what seemed like hours of pumping into her, I finally came back to my senses. I found my teeth sunk deep into her neck, blood still leaking into my mouth. When I pulled back, she lay dead under me. I'd pierced through her arteries when I bit down. There was blood everywhere, leaking from her neck and mouth. I hadn't even noticed until that moment that she was dead.\" He took a deep breath, his cock twitching again, though it was slowly deflating. \"I... panicked at first...\"\n\nShe tilted her head. \"Did you?\"\n\nHe sighed. \"No. First I fucked her again. T-two more times. She was so... so damned sexy like that. The look on her face wasn't fear or panic... more like confusion. I used her ass and then her mouth.\" He hung his head. \"Then I panicked. I wrapped her body up in a bunch of sheets. She had one of those plastic mattresses, so it was easy to clean off. After cleaning her place as best I could, even remaking her bed with fresh sheets, I dragged her body out of the place and out to the river. Took me two hours to get her there, and I was sure someone would see me, but... somehow, no one did. I dumped her in the river.\" He closed his eyes, feeling a few tears leaking. \"I fucking killed her and dumped her body. The only girl that's told me she likes me, and I fucking murdered her. I... I don't even know if she actually offered to fuck me or if that was a delusion!\"\n\nRachel nodded slowly. \"Have you had any delusions since then?\"\n\nHe blinked, looking up at her. Come to think of it, he hadn't had any fantasy looking at her. He glanced down to see his cock still sitting out, now mostly limp. \"Unless you sucking my cock was one... no...\"\n\nShe nodded. \"I think we've found one of your causes, then. You've been denying yourself your desires for so long, they've begun to dominate your every waking thought.\"\n\nHe nodded slowly. \"But you... told me not to give into them.\"\n\n\"That was an error on my part.\" She shook her head. \"I apologize. I should have suggested you find a different outlet. Perhaps the hookers you used to frequent.\" He nodded slowly. \"You can put your cock away, by the way.\"\n\nHe blinked. \"Oh! Right... sorry.\" He stuffed himself back into his pants, zipping them up and buckling his belt. \"Do... you think if I'd had a different outlet, I might not have killed Alice?\"\n\nRachel thought for a moment. \"It's impossible to say. It is possible. But unless she was aware and accepting of your desires, like I am with my husband, then you would not have been able to have a normal relationship with her. And my relationship with my husband is quite rare, so it is unlikely. You may have been able to make it work for some time, or you may have given in and killed her in a fit of passion. But even if you didn't, it is likely she would have found out eventually, and you would have to silence her or be caught.\"\n\nHe nodded slowly. \"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she... wasn't... like that...\"\n\nRachel glanced at the clock. \"I'm afraid that's all the time for today, Dorian.\" They'd actually gone over the time by quite a bit. Thankfully, she didn't have any clients after him. \"But I think you have made a breakthrough. If you start to feel your delusions again, then you are denying yourself. Find some outlet.\"\n\nHe nodded as he stood up. \"Th-thanks...\" He followed as she led him to the door. \"I'll... see you again.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yes. In two weeks?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Sounds good. I'll schedule that with your guy out here.\" He smiled as he stepped away.\n\nShe closed the door, only to sink to her knees. \"Fuck!\" She put her hands between her legs and started to work at her sodden slit again. She worked herself to another orgasm quickly, but it was hardly satisfying. She wouldn't be satisfied until she got home and got to jump onto her husband's cock.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nRachel let out a soft moan as Ron thrust into her. She'd rolled over onto her side for him to fuck her some more while telling her story. He didn't hammer away like before, but gently thrust. She'd still cum twice during the tale. He kissed her neck. \"Do you make it a habit of giving your clients blowjobs?\"\n\nShe giggled. \"Not normally.\" She leaned back against him as he pushed deep. \"Some of them I marry and let knock me up.\" Ron had been one of her clients before. She moaned as he pushed deep again. \"And you're not one to judge, Mr. MixSqueeze.\" His username from the D-Gen forums, where he posted pictures of women he strangled and raped, not necessarily in that order.\n\nHe smiled. \"I wasn't judging.\" He moaned as his cock throbbed. \"It's fucking hot.\" He slid his arms around her as he plunged deep. \"Surprised you didn't ride him.\"\n\nShe panted softly. \"Maybe I'll do that next time. Let them stuff into my drooling cunt and fill me up.\" A few moments later, he was blowing another load into her. \"Mmm! Just like that!\" She squeezed around him tight, loving the feeling of him inside of her like this. She had gotten herself on birth control, so they didn't need to worry about her being knocked up a second time until they chose it. \"I guess you like that idea, too.\"\n\nHe smiled, nuzzling against her neck. \"Kinda, yeah. Because I know at the end of the day, you're still mine. And I'm still yours. Always.\" He kissed her neck. \"I love you.\"\n\nShe moaned softly. \"I love you, too, sweetie.\" She smiled as he snuggled up closer, holding her against him. She did love him, no matter what. And someday, they both knew, she'd let him kill her, too. But not tonight. Tonight they would just snuggle... and probably fuck a few more times. They would get less and less chances as the twins got older, and would enjoy each other as much as they could, whenever they could.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
The D-Gen Therapist
Shameful Lust
By XP Author


Ron smiled at the two infants, Tyler and Ronda. He had finally managed to get both twins to sleep after a day of playing, which mostly consisted of chasing them around the house. It had gotten a lot harder to keep up now that they had learned how to walk. He never thought he would ever be a father, let alone a stay-at-home dad. His wife was the breadwinner, and her job paid well, being a therapist. Still, he felt a pang of guilt as he stared at the two. To him, they were the most beautiful things on the planet, but he knew they would have a very hard time as they grew up. Not just because their father was an ex-con, but because they were second generation hybrids. He was a white rat / siberian tiger hybrid, their mother a pure deer. The result is they looked like slightly odd white rodents with black tiger stripes, hooves, and little tufts for tails. The world would consider them freaks. He'd experienced that kind of prejudice all his life, as well. At least they wouldn't have to worry about the typical issue with twins having similar names. He was also a twin, and had to deal with that most of his childhood. He and Rachel decided not to burden them with that, too.

His internal musings were interrupted as he heard the front door to their penthouse apartment opening. His wife was home. He stepped out of the childrens' room, closing the door gently and making sure the baby gate was up in front of it in case they somehow managed to open the door... again. Stepping into the living room, he smiled as he saw Rachel. "Welcome home hon-MMPH!" The well dressed doe rushed across the room, practically throwing herself against him and pressing her lips to his in a deep, wild, passionate kiss. Her arms wrapped around him, holding him tight as she pressed her mouth against his. He didn't even slightly fight it, just slid his own arm around her to hold her. She was clearly pent up, made only more obvious as she ground her hips against him.

When she did eventually pull back, she let out a soft breath against his neck. "S-sorry..."

"Don't be." He smiled, kissing her forehead. "Must have had one of those clients today, huh?"

She nodded quickly, not letting him go. Though she did still look around. "Where are Ty and Ronda?"

"Sleeping soundly in their room. Just got them to bed a bit ago. They'll probably be out for a while."

She let out a soft sigh, gripping at his loose shirt. "Good."

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Her back almost slammed against the wall, her legs lifting to wrap around her husband's middle. She had to slap a hand around her own mouth as he slammed himself deep into her drooling pussy, muffling the cry of pleasure so she wouldn't wake the children. Ron continued to hammer into her, letting out straining grunts as he roughly fucked his wife. The moment they had gotten to the bedroom, she had practically ripped her nice suit off and jumped him. She was definitely pent up. She'd already cum three times, and was on the verge of a fourth already. He didn't ask any questions, only wanting to satisfy her desperate need.

One hand was under her rear to hold her up while he plunged his throbbing cock into her clenching cunt. His other slid up until it was at her neck. He wrapped his fingers around her, squeezing just tight enough that it partially cut her air off. She tensed up around him, squeezing even tighter. Within moments, she was cumming again, harder than any of the others. They both shared the desire for this, for him to strangle her to death. They'd gotten so close so many times. He squeezed tighter, making her squeeze him in return. Her muffled cries turned choked, but her eyes rolled back in lustful pleasure. She would beg him not to stop this time, and he would listen if she did. Only two things saved her. The two children sleeping in the next room.

She still felt the tightness growing in her chest, her lungs desperate for air. She clenched her legs around him tighter, dragging him deep and locking him in place. Another orgasm struck her, flooding her body with ecstasy, making her shake and tremble against him. He couldn't hold back anymore, her face and the clamping pussy around him dragging him over the edge. He let out a strained growling groan as he came, blasting his seed deep into her. The feeling of him flooding her tunnel only made her own pleasure grow that much more, the hand not clamped firmly on her mouth gripping his shoulder painfully tight.

As he saw her face starting to grow more red under her fur, he let her neck go. She took a deep gasp, only to have to clamp her hand over her mouth again, panting through her nose. She slid her other hand around his back, clinging to him, still shivering as the aftershocks of her multiple, powerful orgasms washed over her. He slid both of his hands down under her rear, moving her away from the wall and over to the bed. He half-dropped her onto the mattress, falling with her so she could continue to cling to him. And so he didn't have to pull out of her just yet. They just lay holding onto each other for several minutes, panting and enjoying the afterglow of the rough, wild sex. Both also kept an ear open, listening to make sure they didn't hear one of the infants having woken up.

After some time, Ron kissed his wife's nose. "So. You going to tell me about it?"

She smiled, letting out a soft, breathless laugh. "Yeah..." She gasped as he slid his partially deflated shaft out of her, leaving her feeling slightly empty as his cum slowly drooled out. He shifted to snuggle up against her, sliding his arm under her head like a pillow. She kissed his chin. "So, do you remember Dorian?" He thought for a moment. "The leopard with the delusions?"

He opened his mouth. "Ah! Right. Guessing he hasn't gotten any better?"

She shook her head. "No. Quite the opposite." She shifted to get comfortable against him as she started telling him about the session. It was technically a breach of doctor-patient confidentiality, but she knew Ron wouldn't go blabbing. Plus, even a therapist needed to talk to someone sometimes.

*     *     *


Rachel finished typing up her notes for the previous client. It was just about time for her next session. Pulling up her schedule, she smiled. "Dorian Waleski." She pulled up his file to go over the notes, to make sure she refreshed herself on him. "Delusional fantasies about raping and killing any woman he looks at." There was also a little capital 'D' at the top of the page, signifying he was one of her D-Gen clients. She had gone public, so to speak, on the forums about being a therapist in Alta Ferro, offering her services to any local members. She was surprised by how many had taken her up on the offer. The mods had even marked her as a protected member, meaning none of the killers could hunt her down without severe repercussions. The only one safe from any such punishment was her husband, who was also a member. Though she didn't produce any content like he did, posting pictures of victims he raped and killed. Something they often made love about later. Though he hadn't done that in some time, instead taking to his role as stay-at-home father with gusto.

As she was reading the notes, she got the message from her receptionist that her next client had checked in. She finished reading through the notes quickly, then stood up and straightened her clothes and hair. She wore her usual blue business suit, with a slightly loose dress that hung to her knees. A pair of stockings clung to her slender legs, ending in a pair of well pedicured hooves. Her brown hair was tied up into a tight bun between her ears. She liked to keep herself looking professional as much as she could. Though under the dress, she had nothing covering her slit. She used to wear panties, but she too often found herself fingering herself after her D-Gen clients, and making a mess of any underwear she had. She did still have a slightly lacy bra under her shirt, keeping her hefty tits secure. They'd gotten bigger since having the twins, and not gone back. Ron loved them, of course.

Opening the door, she peaked out. The leopard was sitting on one of the seats, his right leg bouncing nervously. The man was tall and muscular, wearing a cyan polo that clashed a little with his fur, and dark slate grey trousers. "Dorian?"

He looked up quickly, giving her a nervous smile. "Hello, Dr. Lefko!" He stood quickly, brushing his shirt a little to make sure it was straight.

She smirked, stepping slightly to the side and motioning for him to enter her office. "Come on in." He nodded, quickly moving into the room and having a seat in the stuffed, leather-bound sofa in front of her large, mahogany desk. She closed the heavy door and more calmly moved to sit in the other seat in front of her desk, facing him. "You seem nervous today. More than usual."

"I-I... d-do?" She just tilted her head and he let out a slight laugh, scoffing at himself. "Yeah... I guess it's pretty obvious."

She crossed one long leg over the other at the knee, leaning back a little. "I'll hazard a guess that you've been having more of your delusions?" He let out a sound that sounded almost like a whimper, and nodded his head quickly. "They've been getting worse again?"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, holding it for several seconds in an attempt to calm himself. It didn't really work, but he was at least able to collect his thoughts a little. "Yeah... a lot worse..." He let his head hang a little. "And... I... gave in..."

Rachel quirked her eyebrow. "Oh?" She tilted her head, keeping her voice even. "Tell me about it."

He nodded slowly. "Do you remember Alice?"

She nodded back. "Yes. The mouse coworker. You've mentioned a few times that you might have feelings for her. And you think she might have some for you."

His shoulders slumped a little. "I did... and she did. Until two days ago... when I killed her."

"Oh..." Rachel shifted slightly, sitting up again. She motioned to him. "Go on. Tell me about how this happened. And don't forget, I'm a member, too. You won't need to worry about me judging you." He nodded slowly, but still looked like his shame was overwhelming him. "Go on then. How did it all start?"

He took a deep breath, holding it again, and letting it out slowly once more. "Well... she invited me out to drinks..."

*     *     *


Dorian stared at the door to the bar. The building wasn't fancy or flashy, not the kind of club that college kids would frequent. But it also wasn't some run down dive that would have drunks fighting in a back alley. Just a very plain looking building, with the sign over the door labeling it as 'The Blue Frond Bar.' He still wasn't sure why he'd agreed to do this. It was such a bad idea. His coworker, Alice, had invited him out to have drinks. He did like her, and she seemed to like him. She must to invite him out. He let out the breath he'd been holding and just stepped forward, pushing the door open.

The inside was what he expected. A dimly lit room with the bar to one side, shelves of alcohol and taps against one wall behind it. The rest of the room was dominated by tables and booths. A few neon signs for different types of beer and harder alcohol dotted the walls here and there. Speakers pumped some low-fi, jazz-like music, while several televisions were set up, each tuned to a different channel, mostly sports. There were a few people in the place. Behind the counter was a gruff looking badger tending the bar. A few people sat at tables, lost in their conversation.

And he saw her. Alice. Shorter, a little overweight, but still quite pretty. White fur and brown hair, which she had let down. She wore a nice shirt in dark green, slightly at the bottom, with a plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage just enough to be tastefully enticing. Her short legs were partially covered by a matching skirt. It was the first time he'd seen her not wearing something at least business casual. It was the first time he'd seen her outside of work, for that matter. She was sitting in one of the booths, some curvy glass of something brown sitting in front of her. She smiled when she saw him in the doorway, waving him over.

He smiled and moved over to her. "Hey..." He said nervously. Without any warning, he grabbed her hair, yanking her out of the booth, only to shove her over the table. He yanked her skirt up, exposing her panties clinging to her round rear. He ripped them down, revealing her cunt. One hand pinned her head to the table while his other got his cock out of his pants. With no warm up, he slammed himself deep into her pussy, not caring that everyone was watching him rape her right there in the middle of the room. She cried out, both in pain and pleasure. He slammed himself forward into her, hard and fast, knocking her drink over. He didn't hold back, soon feeling himself close. Gripping her neck, he raked his claws across her throat, tearing it open to splash her blood across the table, cumming into her cunt as it clamped around him.

"I hope you don't mind I got something while I waited." He blinked as her words broke him from his delusion. She was nodding to the curvy glass in front of her. "Long Island iced tea. Pretty good, if you haven't had one."

He shook his head, sitting down on the other side of the table from her. "I haven't. Truth is, I'm not much of a drinker..."

She sipped at the thing through the straw, draining quite a bit in one go. "Mm, you should, though. It's part of why I invited you out. You always look so tense. Maybe letting loose would do you some good, y'know?"

He chuckled. "I dunno. I... don't think 'letting loose' would be a good idea."

She tilted her head. "Why? You afraid you might actually have fun?" She gave him a slightly mischievous, teasing grin. It just made her look even more cute.

He laughed softly. "Something like that." The kind of 'fun' his mind conjured up to him constantly was not exactly normal. Or legal. He was haunted by delusions like the one he just had, raping and killing any woman around him. He had managed to keep himself from giving in for a long time, the last time several years ago now. All things he couldn't exactly tell her. The only person he knew personally that knew was his therapist, and that was only because she was also a member of D-Gen. Alice didn't strike him as the type to be a member. "Anyway, I don't mind if you have some drinks. I'm not some anti-alcohol guy. I just-"

As voice from beside the booth interrupted him. "Can I get you something, sir?" He turned to see a tall and slender squirrel in an almost comically standard server's uniform. White shirt, black pants, and black vest, but all a bit loose. A nametag on her chest, just above her small breasts, read 'Sierra.'

He suddenly flew out of the booth, pouncing on her and knocking her to the ground. "I'll have you!" He clamped his jaws around her throat while ripping her pants down and shoving her legs open. She tried to struggle, but he bit down harder, tasting her blood. His cock throbbed from the taste as he shoved it into her tight cunt. She squeezed around him, a weak whimper slipping form her mouth, begging him for more. She wanted him to do it. And he did, clenching his jaw tighter, digging into her flesh as he raped her. She came as he tore her throat fully open, blood and ecstasy flowing out of her mouth and neck as he came into her.

He shook his head. "No, I'll-"

"He'll have a gin and tonic." This time it was Alice that interrupted. She winked at him. "Something to start. And you can put it on my tab."

He sighed. "Yeah, sure. I'll have one of those."

Alice spoke up again. "And I'll have another one of these." She tapped her nearly empty glass. It had only been half emptied the last time he saw. The server nodded, turning to get the drinks. He gave his friend a look. "Hey, it's just one drink. Unless you're some ultra lightweight, you'll be fine."

He sighed again. "Yeah... okay." He felt awkward suddenly. "So... you said wanting me to lighten up was just one reason you invited me out. What are the others?"

She finished sipping the last of the drink out of the glass, then gave him a warm, if slightly embarrassed smile. "Well... another is that..." She paused for a moment, trying to think of how best to word it. "You seem lonely." She held up a hand before he could say anything. "Don't think I'm, like, taking pity on you or something. I just thought you might like spending time with... a friend." He saw a blush creep onto her cheeks, her eyes darting between looking at him and just slightly away.

He couldn't help but smile. "Yeah... you kind of have me pegged there." He leaned a bit against the table. "I don't get out much." He had good reason. Everywhere he went were women he had his delusions about. The more he was around, the more tempted he might become to give in to one. But as he looked at her, he found himself just looking. No fantasies in that moment. "But maybe spending some time with a friend isn't so bad." He shifted back as the server came back with the drinks shockingly quickly. "Thanks."

Alice smiled at the squirrel, then back at him. Her blush got a bit more noticeable through her white fur. "Maybe even more than a friend?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "More than a friend?" That took him a little by surprise.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He recognized someone collecting their thoughts and fighting nerves. It was odd to see it from the other side. "I'm probably not drunk enough, but I'll just say it anyway. I like you, Dorrian. You're always sweet, even when work is going like shit. You've always found a way to make me smile and even laugh, even when the bitch is breathing down our necks for stupid shit." Their direct boss was a real piece of work, a micromanager who loved to berate and belittle anyone under her just to feel important and in control at all times. One of the few people he probably wouldn't feel bad giving into his delusions and murdering. "And... you're not bad looking, either..." She really blushed now, masking her sudden embarrassment by stuffing the straw of her new drink in her mouth and downing half of the liquid in one go.

He couldn't help but smile a little more. "Well... thank you." He raised his small glass up to gesture to her. "You're pretty cute yourself, you know." She let out a soft, adorable squeak, but smiled. He sipped his own drink and set it down. "So, that's the real reason, huh? You wanted to invite the cute guy from work out on a date?"

She squeaked again. "K-kinda?" After a moment of embarrassed silence, they both started to laugh. "Gods, I'm acting like a high school girl talking to her crush for the first time. I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "Don't be. It's cute." He took a risk, reaching out and taking her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "And I like you, too." His hand was so much bigger than hers. He was so much bigger. He could so easily reach up and grab her neck and- No. He pulled his hand away, hoping it didn't seem too quick. She didn't seem to take it poorly. Just both of their nerves getting to them. He took another sip of his drink.

She also sipped at hers, draining even more. "So... uh... outside of work, what do you do? You've never really talked about your hobbies?"

He shrugged. "I... read, mostly. And watch videos on viewtube."

"Oh? What kinda stuff do you read?"

He shrugged. "Lately? Mostly psychology stuff."

She snapped her fingers. "Right! You did mention that! Stuff your therapist recommended, right?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Though I've been finding it kind of fascinating, so I just kept finding more. Other than that, I usually read sci-fi stuff. I'm still catching up on the old Space Wars books. The stuff from before Dibney bought the franchise."

She brightened up. "Really!? Have you read the Thorne Trilogy?"

He gave her a surprised look and amused smirk. "Of course! It's practically required reading for the EU stuff. You're a fan?"

She nodded, blushing again. "Yeah! I've been a fan since I was a kid! I'm just usually too embarrassed to mention it to most people..."

"Don't want people to know you're secretly a nerd?" She nodded sheepishly. "Well, your secret is safe with me." After taking another sip of his drink, he asked. "So, what's your favorite book, if you have one?"

"Oh, definitely the E-Wing series. All of them. Except maybe the last one. It's good, but not as good as the rest, since it's more standalone." He smiled as she started to talk about why the series was her favorite. He joined in the conversation, talking about his own favorites. Hours passed as the topic shifted from one sci-fi franchise to another, TV, movies, even comics, though she wasn't as familiar outside of the movie adaptations. Before either of them knew, hours had passed. He was still nursing his second drink while she'd gotten several more for herself.

By the time he thought to look at a clock and see it was after midnight, she was well and truly drunk. "Mmph, man, it got late."

She groaned, leaning against the table. "But I dun' wan' the night over already~ I'm hav'ng fun talking w'th you~u." She slurred her words a bit, her voice taking almost a sing-song tone.

He shook his head. "Well, I think you've had more than enough for one night." He slid out of the booth and held a hand out to her. "C'mon. I'll call a rideshare to get you home."

She huffed, looking upset. But she still took his hand, getting unsteadily to her feet. "Ffffine." She nearly fell over, leaning against him as he helped her towards the door. As they passed the bar, she half-spun away from him to talk to the bartender. "Oh. Uh... close my tab. Card should be in th' syst'm already. Alish C-Carm~min." She blinked. "Carm~"

"Cameron." Dorian finished for her. The tender nodded, looking a little concerned . "Don't worry, I'll get her home safe." The badger nodded again, tapping away at a tablet to close out the tab for the night and wishing them a safe trip home. He put his hand around Alice to help lead her out the door. "C'mon. Let's get you home and to bed." He was surprised to find her such a heavy drinker. Or maybe she wasn't and had just been that nervous around him for their first 'date.' Hard to say. The car for the rideshare was already waiting for them by the time they got outside. There was a parking area just across from the bar where a lot of them liked to wait for orders, since most people getting one this late were from bars.

The drive took a while to get out of downtown and to the more residential area of the massive city. The coyote driver was thankfully quiet, only asking for the address, which Alice provided. She was also quiet for most of the ride, just leaning against Dorian in the back seat. More maybe snuggling against him was more accurate, her face pressed somewhat into his chest. When they did arrive at the apartments, he had to nudge her gently to rouse her from her half-slumber. He helped her into the the building, and into the elevator to go up to the 8th floor, where her apartment was.

She pointed at the door. "Tha's the one. 816." She patted herself a few times before finally finding the key and unlocking the door. "C'mon in..."

He stood at the threshold, hesitating. "Uh... I probably shouldn't..."

Turning around, she gave him a big smile. "Dorian. A pretty girl is inviting you inside... y'gonna turn her down?"

"A pretty, but very drunk girl." He corrected. "I wouldn't want you to regret all this when you sober up."

She giggled a little too loud. "I'm gonna regret a lot in th' morn'ng.. but not thi~is." She stumbled to the side a little more, waving to invite him inside again. He let out a soft sigh, and against his better judgment, stepped inside. The place was decorated with a lot of potted plants, though upon closer inspection he found them to be fake. A few pictures of things like ocean waves or lighthouses were on the walls, none of them actual paintings, just framed pictures. A few shelves were against one wall in the living room, lined with DVDs. There was a thin layer of dust on them, not having been watched in a long time. A couch sat in the middle of the living room, looking more than a little beat up. Past that was the small kitchen, and a pair of doors on the other side. "Go ahead 'n have a seat."

He nodded, moving to sit down on the couch. It wasn't the most comfortable, but still somehow better than the crappy chairs at the office. It faced a small TV mounted to the wall. He glanced over his shoulder as Alice stumbled into the kitchen area. "You need some help?"

She called out. "N~no. I'm ju's gonna make s'm coffee... you wan' s-some?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, sure. I wouldn't mind s-"

"Ah... shit..." She let out a soft whimper. "Ffffuck..."

"What?" He glanced over his shoulder, but couldn't see her. When she didn't respond, he stood up. "Did you drop somethi-"

"D-don't come in!" She called out, her voice panicked.

Now he was really worried. He stepped closer, only to stop as he got to the entrance to the little kitchen area. "Oh..." Alice was crouched down, a stream of liquid running down her legs and pooling onto the floor at her feet. She whimpered again as she gripped the counter to keep from fully falling over.

She whimpered as the flow seemed to just keep going, unable to stop herself now that she'd started. She whimpered again, eyes squeezed shut. He saw a few tears slowly run down her cheek. "I-I'm... s-sorry..." She didn't look at him. She looked mortified to be pissing herself right in front of him like this.

He let out a sigh and moved closer, careful not to step in the pool of urine. He held out a hand. "C'mon, I'll help you to the bathroom."

She sniffled, looking up to see his hand. She accepted it once most of the flow seemed to have slowed, though her legs and skirt were soaked now. He imagined whatever underwear she had on was equally sodden. "I'm... sorry... I'm not n-normally this... disg'sting..." She let him help her up.

He gently pat her back. "It's okay. At least you did it in your own home and not in the car." She grunted, but nodded. He helped her out of the kitchen. "Which door is it?"

"Th' one an th' right." He nodded, nudging the door open and turning on the light for her. He helped her inside, only to tense up as she suddenly hiked up her skirt to reveal her panties. They were dark red, soaked completely through at the crotch. He stepped back as she started to yank them down, though he still got a view of her slit when she dropped down onto the toilet. He backed out of the room and took several deep breaths. His mind was filled with that one image, her slit. Right there, exposed, soaked, even if just from piss. Almost like she wanted him to look. To take it. To take her.

He heard running water as she washed herself off, and could only think about what that would look like, even as he tried to think of literally anything else. "I... uh... should probably... go." He winced, realizing how that might sound. "Give you some privacy, I mean..."

The water stopped, and a moment later, a hand touched his back. "I'm... sorry... I understand... I jus' hope y-you won't judge m~me too badly f-for this."

He let out a breath, his shoulders slumping a little. "I won't. Just a bad night. Too much to drink." He turned around. "I won't ju-" He froze as he looked at her. She had pulled her dress off completely, leaving her lower half totally naked and exposed. Her shirt had gotten off center a bit from her washing herself, and he got a glimpse of the red bra holding one of her tits. Thoughts rushed through his head. Was this another delusion? Was this real? Did she mean to show her pussy to him like that, or was she just too drunk to realize what was going on? He found himself frozen in place, staring at her wide-eyed, his cock straining in his pants.

She smiled up at him. "If... you aren't t-too~ grossed out... I still wouldn't mind y~you staying..."

He blinked several times. "I-I... I... uh..." He stammered, not able to collect his thoughts properly. Of course he wanted to stay, especially with what she was offering. But he couldn't be certain she was actually offering it. He wanted to shove her down and fuck her senseless right there and then. But if this wasn't real, if it was another delusion, he'd be raping her. And gods did he want to rape her raw.

*     *     *


Dorian paused his story as Rachel stood up and approached him. He looked at her nervously. "W-what?"

She shook her head. "Nothing." She suddenly crouched down beside him. She tapped his leg. "But you should get these off, before you rip right through them."

"What!?" Yeah, his cock had gotten rock hard as he retold the story, straining painfully in his pants just like they had been at the time.

"You hear me." The doe smiled up at him. "And this isn't a delusion. Consider it part of your therapy. Focus on the story while I help you relieve the stress it caused."

He nodded slowly. This was the first time she'd ever suggested anything like this. "If you're sure..." He unbuckled his belt and quickly opened his pants. Within a moment, his cock sprang free, throbbing hard, tip leaking just a bit from his excitement. He gasped as her hand gently wrapped around the base, stroking him slightly.

She smiled up at him. "Continue please. Tell me what happened after Alice invited you into her bedroom like that." Before he could continue, she leaned forward and started to lap at his shaft, making him moan.

He closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths. If this was a delusion, he'd let it happen. He just hoped he didn't make a mess of his pants if it was. Then he continued where he left off.

*     *     *


Alice fell back onto her bed, doing nothing to hide her exposed slit from him now. It was still damp, now from recent cleaning. Though he could see it was more. She was turned on by having him standing beside her bed, looking at her. To make things worse, she pulled her shirt up and threw it away, leaving her slightly pudgy belly and chest exposed. A dark red bra clung to her ample chest, the only piece of clothing she still had on. "C-can you help m-me... get this off?" He didn't even hesitate now, reaching out to grip at her bra and pull it up. Not the exact way the things came off, but he couldn't help himself, yanking it up and over her head, her arms slipping out of it. He tossed it away as he stared at her chest, tits bouncing and wobbling a little. She blushed up at him. "S-still... think I'm... pretty?"

He nodded quickly. "Yes. You are adorable. Beautiful. Sexy." He found himself shaking a little. Gods did he want her so badly.

She blushed a bit more, smiling. "Can... I see you, too? I-if y-you want..." He nodded quickly, once more not hesitating. He yanked his shirt up and off, exposing his own chest and belly to her. Within moments, his pants were falling to his ankles, kicked away. The bulge in his briefs was obvious, cock straining against the dark fabric. He tugged them down and set the black shaft free. It stood proud and overeager, throbbing and demanding to be used. She licked her lips as she saw the pulsing rod. "You're bigger than I expected."

He let out a slight chuckle. "Thanks?"

She giggled. "I'm used to mice. They're not as big as that." She blushed a little. "N-not that I've... done a lot of sleeping around. J-just..." She squeaked. "Oh, I'm making it worse."

He shook his head, climbing onto the bed. "I don't care." She panted as he crawled over her, their size difference obvious as he hovered over her. She stared up at him, cheeks flushed. "I want to fuck you so badly. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time."

She nodded. "I want you, too. I want... please..." She let out a soft whimper. "Give it to me!" She begged, desperation in her voice. Delusion or not, he wouldn't turn her down. Moving his hips, he pressed the tip of his shaft against her slit, rubbing against it and her clit slightly. She gasped and moaned, already pressing up against him. "D-don't tease! I-I need it inside of me! I've... been so horny all night!"

"So have I." He shifted a little, his tip pressing against her lower lips, then pushing past them and sliding inside. They both let out loud moans. Her inner walls clung around him as he spread them with every inch that sank into her. Her hands gripped at his shoulders, her legs slightly wrapping around his, her ankles at his knees. He pushed deeper and deeper. She wasn't so tight that it was painful for either of them, but he was definitely bigger than she was designed for. Just as his hips struck against hers, his tip mashed against the back of her pussy, filling it entirely.

Her legs quivered against him. "S-so... deep!" She panted heavily.

"N-not t-too much?"

She shook her head quickly. "Perfect! I love it!" She started to shift her hips back and forth. "Fuck me. Fucking pound me, Dorian! M-make me scream for y-AH!" She threw her head back as he pulled back, only to slam forward again. He started with a slow but deep and hard pace. She clung to his shoulders tighter, her pussy clamping around him already. She took every thrust he gave, wanting only more. Her heavy tits wobbled and bounced with every strike his cock made against the back of her pussy, her whole body seeming to move from it. She panted and cried out for him.

"Y-you're going to wake your neighbors." He teased.

She shook her head. "D-don't have any~ I'm- AH! ...th-the only one on this floor..."

He smirked. "Then let's really get you screaming." He started to thrust harder, and she did indeed cry out even louder for him. He slammed himself into her, feeling her clenching around him more and more. He could tell she was getting close, but was holding back. He took a risk. A big risk. He leaned down, lapping at her neck... then wrapped his mouth around it. She gasped as she felt it, only to lose control and let out a loud scream of pleasure, her orgasm slamming into her. He guessed right. She wanted him to dominate her like a predator. Her pussy was clamped around him tight, juices drooling out around his shaft. He left himself buried inside of her, riding out her orgasm. He nearly blew his own load right there, but managed to hold back.

Just as she was starting to calm, he started again, interrupting any thought she may have had. She cried out again as he struck deep, harder this time, as if he was trying to batter through into her womb. He didn't think he could, he wasn't quite that big, but she still thrashed under him in pleasure. His jaws clamped tighter, teeth prickling at her flesh. She only cried out louder, body begging him for more. He gave it, plunging over and over as she continued to clench and quiver. She came again when he tightened his jaws even more, sharp teeth threateningly prodding at her vulnerable flesh.

He tasted it. He tasted her blood. Just a little, trickling against his tongue. His mind clouded with lust. He slid his arms around her, clinging her against his body, pinning her against him as his jaws pinned her neck to the bed, his hips slamming against hers over and over. He tightened his grip as she tightened hers around his shaft. She was close again. She gripped at his shoulders hard, hands trembling as her body was overwhelmed by the pleasure. He tightened more, tasting more blood, feeling her clench harder. She was begging him for it. She wanted him filling her, to hell with the risks.

He couldn't help himself. Couldn't hold back. His jaw clenched hard, teeth fully sinking into her flesh. Blood started to pour into his mouth now. He drank it and her lust, heightening his own. She started to really thrash and tremble under him, her voice cut off by his clamping mouth. Her cunt squeezed him tighter than ever, drawing him as deep as he could. He let himself go, slamming forward one final time and released. His seed blasted up into her, filling her tunnel and leaking out as he pumped shot after shot, his balls aching to give everything he had. His mouth clenched so tight around her, he tasted her meat, her blood, her life flowing into his mouth. It only made him cum so much harder. Maybe even a second time, he wasn't sure. He had never given so much for so long.

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Dorian let out a loud groan as he came, both from reliving the moment, and from the mouth wrapped about his shaft. Rachel kept her head down near the base, swallowing the shaft and drinking all he had to give. It was not a small amount, and yet she took it all, even making gulping sounds as she took it. Her hand was between her legs, working at her bare slit furiously. Her juices splashed out onto the carpet as she also came, the room filled with the scent of sex and lust. Dorian clenched his hands on the edge of the couch, claws digging slightly into the surface. It was all he could do to keep from jamming the woman's head down onto his shaft and letting her choke on him.

She pulled back, dragging her lips along the length. She finally slid off with a pop, licking her lips. "Mmm. Not too bad, but you need a little more vitamin C in your diet." She took a deep breath, her legs still trembling slightly, even as she got up and moved back to her chair. She didn't hide that she'd also orgasmed. "So. You bit down on Alice's neck as you filled her with your seed. Then what?"

He stared at the doe. His cock was still out and throbbing a little, the last of his cum leaking out from the climax she'd milked him. And now she was asking like nothing had happened. "Y-you sure this isn't a delusion?"

She smiled. "I'm sure. But please, continue the story. What happened after you finished cumming?"

He nodded, clearing his throat. "Well. After what seemed like hours of pumping into her, I finally came back to my senses. I found my teeth sunk deep into her neck, blood still leaking into my mouth. When I pulled back, she lay dead under me. I'd pierced through her arteries when I bit down. There was blood everywhere, leaking from her neck and mouth. I hadn't even noticed until that moment that she was dead." He took a deep breath, his cock twitching again, though it was slowly deflating. "I... panicked at first..."

She tilted her head. "Did you?"

He sighed. "No. First I fucked her again. T-two more times. She was so... so damned sexy like that. The look on her face wasn't fear or panic... more like confusion. I used her ass and then her mouth." He hung his head. "Then I panicked. I wrapped her body up in a bunch of sheets. She had one of those plastic mattresses, so it was easy to clean off. After cleaning her place as best I could, even remaking her bed with fresh sheets, I dragged her body out of the place and out to the river. Took me two hours to get her there, and I was sure someone would see me, but... somehow, no one did. I dumped her in the river." He closed his eyes, feeling a few tears leaking. "I fucking killed her and dumped her body. The only girl that's told me she likes me, and I fucking murdered her. I... I don't even know if she actually offered to fuck me or if that was a delusion!"

Rachel nodded slowly. "Have you had any delusions since then?"

He blinked, looking up at her. Come to think of it, he hadn't had any fantasy looking at her. He glanced down to see his cock still sitting out, now mostly limp. "Unless you sucking my cock was one... no..."

She nodded. "I think we've found one of your causes, then. You've been denying yourself your desires for so long, they've begun to dominate your every waking thought."

He nodded slowly. "But you... told me not to give into them."

"That was an error on my part." She shook her head. "I apologize. I should have suggested you find a different outlet. Perhaps the hookers you used to frequent." He nodded slowly. "You can put your cock away, by the way."

He blinked. "Oh! Right... sorry." He stuffed himself back into his pants, zipping them up and buckling his belt. "Do... you think if I'd had a different outlet, I might not have killed Alice?"

Rachel thought for a moment. "It's impossible to say. It is possible. But unless she was aware and accepting of your desires, like I am with my husband, then you would not have been able to have a normal relationship with her. And my relationship with my husband is quite rare, so it is unlikely. You may have been able to make it work for some time, or you may have given in and killed her in a fit of passion. But even if you didn't, it is likely she would have found out eventually, and you would have to silence her or be caught."

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure she... wasn't... like that..."

Rachel glanced at the clock. "I'm afraid that's all the time for today, Dorian." They'd actually gone over the time by quite a bit. Thankfully, she didn't have any clients after him. "But I think you have made a breakthrough. If you start to feel your delusions again, then you are denying yourself. Find some outlet."

He nodded as he stood up. "Th-thanks..." He followed as she led him to the door. "I'll... see you again."

She nodded. "Yes. In two weeks?"

"Yeah. Sounds good. I'll schedule that with your guy out here." He smiled as he stepped away.

She closed the door, only to sink to her knees. "Fuck!" She put her hands between her legs and started to work at her sodden slit again. She worked herself to another orgasm quickly, but it was hardly satisfying. She wouldn't be satisfied until she got home and got to jump onto her husband's cock.

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Rachel let out a soft moan as Ron thrust into her. She'd rolled over onto her side for him to fuck her some more while telling her story. He didn't hammer away like before, but gently thrust. She'd still cum twice during the tale. He kissed her neck. "Do you make it a habit of giving your clients blowjobs?"

She giggled. "Not normally." She leaned back against him as he pushed deep. "Some of them I marry and let knock me up." Ron had been one of her clients before. She moaned as he pushed deep again. "And you're not one to judge, Mr. MixSqueeze." His username from the D-Gen forums, where he posted pictures of women he strangled and raped, not necessarily in that order.

He smiled. "I wasn't judging." He moaned as his cock throbbed. "It's fucking hot." He slid his arms around her as he plunged deep. "Surprised you didn't ride him."

She panted softly. "Maybe I'll do that next time. Let them stuff into my drooling cunt and fill me up." A few moments later, he was blowing another load into her. "Mmm! Just like that!" She squeezed around him tight, loving the feeling of him inside of her like this. She had gotten herself on birth control, so they didn't need to worry about her being knocked up a second time until they chose it. "I guess you like that idea, too."

He smiled, nuzzling against her neck. "Kinda, yeah. Because I know at the end of the day, you're still mine. And I'm still yours. Always." He kissed her neck. "I love you."

She moaned softly. "I love you, too, sweetie." She smiled as he snuggled up closer, holding her against him. She did love him, no matter what. And someday, they both knew, she'd let him kill her, too. But not tonight. Tonight they would just snuggle... and probably fuck a few more times. They would get less and less chances as the twins got older, and would enjoy each other as much as they could, whenever they could.

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