## "Actaeon and Boing"

The following is a transcript of a TS session on FurryMUCK between me and Boing, on the night of May 3, 1997. It is reprinted here with minor editing for clarity, and with the knowledge and consent of both parties.

Boing telepathically sends, "hello! :)"
Actaeon pages, "Hi!" to Boing.
Boing telepathically sends, "What's new? :)"
Actaeon pages, "Not much; another weekend to waste on nothing constructive whatsoever. :)" to Boing.
Boing telepathically sends, "sounds just like Boing. ;)"
Actaeon page-poses, "Actaeon grins." to Boing
Boing telepathically sends, "well, if you've ABSALOUTLEY nothing to do, I might have a possible amusement in mind ;)"
Actaeon pages, "Oh? Do I need to dress up for it? :)" to Boing.
Boing telepathically sends, "not exactly ;)"
Boing telepathically sends, "besides, it'll give me a chance t impress ya. :)"
Actaeon pages, "Ah, the most involved kind of TS: two egomaniacs trying to show off how well they can type with one hand. :)" to Boing.

MEETME: Boing would like you to join them. Please respond with
MEETME: "mjoin Boing" or "meet Boing" to go to their location,
MEETME: or "mdecline Boing" turn down the request.

meet boing

Boing's Bedroom(#116077RLJA)
The walls of this room are paneled in rich oak, darkly stained and lavishly engraved. The floor is a mosiac of mahogany tiles, arranged to form a mesmerizing spiral pattern with their wood grains. The celing has been entirely covered by a massive mural, done in oils, depicting a genesis story ala the sistine chapel; but the figures are unfamiliar to you--they are all goats, and the arrangement is diffucult to follow. The bed rests in the middle of the room, its four posts made of ebony, its red sheets of satin. Various magical and alchemichal implements lie on large tables around the room, and on a cleared part of the floor has been etched a pentacle, a myriad of fetishes and charms places at the points in the classic configuration of an astral landing pattern. There is a smell to this room, a cloying sexual miasma which can be traced to some incense burning in an array of braziers. These braziers also light the room, setting the various decorative elements in a low, flickering light.

Boing bows low. "Welcome, Exalted traveler, to my humble lodgings." :)
( look boing )

Boing's nude body is slender and wiry, only his thick, coarse keeps him from appearing positivley gaunt. Instead it distorts his figure slightly and unevenly, and most of the unobvious details are absorbed by the matted covering. His head of course is clearly distinguishable, and you can see his tongue licking along the inside of his lips as his green eyes run over your body like a cool breeze. Roaming down his body you can also make out his sheath, but only because it is bulging more than slightly. His huge gonads hang pendulously below it, each slightly bigger than his fist.
He sees you looking at him.

Actaeon bugles, "So what species are you?"
Boing hates it when he forgets to dress for company ;)
Boing collects his robe. A touch, and it wraps around him again.
Boing thinks the clothed desc will help. :) Look again.
look boing

Boing is a tall goat morph, with dirty white fur and a permanently mischevious expression on his face. He is about 5'9" tall, but his twin horns extend that some in their vaguely helical way. His eyes are dark and piercing, as if they could just eat your soul with mayonnaise and hot sauce and MAKE you like it. He is dressed in a long purple robe, inlaid with gold stitch in various arcane geometric patterns. ...He smiles at you.
He sees you looking at him.

You bugle, "Ah, a fellow artiodactyl."
Boing says, "If you mean horn-bearing critter, yup. :)"
Actaeon bugles, "Well, cloven-hooved ruminant, basically."
Boing ahs. He sits down on the bed, and smiles. "Guess I won't need this any longer, then." ;)
Boing gazes at you lustily as he touches a spot on his robe. It unwraps like an octopus and flies to a far corner of the room.
Actaeon bugles, "Cute trick. :)"
Boing smiles. "Took me long enough to learn it!" :) I've got other tricks that I enjoy showing off to visitors even more, though..." He pats a spot on the bed next to him. ;)
Actaeon joins you on the bed.
Boing looks over your somewhat...mismatched? looking bod. :) He runs his hands curiously over some bits without fur...on the way to some bits that do. ;)
Actaeon smiles. Leave it to a goddess to make me a mixture of man and animal. :)
Boing smiles. "It's bound to be an interesting flavour, at least..." ;9
Actaeon bugles, "You make no haste in heading for parts south, I see; I'm used to lengthy foreplay. :)"
Actaeon rests his head on your shoulder, letting you explore his body.
Boing says, "I find that things often take quite enough time by themselves..if there's any left over, I usually reserve it for round 2. ;)"
Actaeon smiles and wonders what he will do with his caprine companion, having never been with a goat before.
Boing slips his hand between your hairless thighs, brushing at the more familiar parts there lying. He explores the length of your sheath, and the heft of your sac with his furred hand.
Actaeon shudders a moment. He recalls that cervine and caprine anatomy are very similar in structure; very compatible.
Actaeon wraps his arms about your waist, snuggling closer and tucking his chin under your neck.
Actaeon's scrotum contracts, and the normally flaccid sheath begins to straighten out.
Boing grins. "Indeed we are..." he smiles as you pull him close. "I think you'll find that the equipment...will fit whichever hole you desire." He explores further with his hand, pressing his palm firmly against your sensitive sheath, while his long fingers dance over your balls.
Actaeon notes with satisfaction that the opening to your sheath, which runs along your belly like a bull's, is revealing your inner desires; his own sheath, aided by your touch, begins to give up its secrets as well.
Actaeon wishes he could be a female, to feel your 'equipment' enter more than one orifice.
Actaeon's hand slips down to your leg, and from there to the spread between your thighs.
Boing's grin widens, and his eyes narrow as he watches your body respond to his touch. He wraps his free arm around your back, then strokes your swelling sheath more firmly, his fingers sliding over your delicate testes, over, around, stroking and massaging them as he makes long, firm strokes along your skin...he sighs and shivers slightly as your hand rests on his preciousness.
Actaeon nibbles your throat as he slides his fingers underneath your sac and massages the testes within.
Actaeon bugles, "Oh, you want to play the long paragraph game, eh? That can be dangerous: we often wind up in impossible combinations due to remote viewing. However, there's nothing we can't sort out somehow. :)"
Boing moans, writhing about as you take his tender orbs in hand, his sheath stirring visibly as he begins to slide forth...
Actaeon lowers you to the bed, wrapping one arm behind you as his fingers slide further down between your legs.
Boing says, "If you like, I'll be briefer. ;)"
Actaeon grins.
Boing moans, letting you lower him like a bride on first night.
Actaeon's index finger finds a depression beneath your tail and knocks gently at the entryway, sliding your tail down onto the bedsheets.
Boing spreads his legs eagerly as he comes to rest on the mattress, and he bleats softly and humps foreward as you probe beneath...
Actaeon's nibbling migrates from your neck down to your chest.
Actaeon curls his limber tongue gently around each nipple in turn (do you have two like a human, or several like a goat?).
Boing sighs, his chest heaving with heavy breath.
( two. )
Actaeon smiles. Good, that means I get down there a little sooner. :)
Boing says, "Mrrrr...oh, pleasure me...stag...thing..."
Actaeon bugles, "Thing?" :)"
Boing smiles. "Stag...man...thing. :)
Actaeon's finger finds your opening accepting to his touch, and enters you with a silent slide.
Boing bleats quietly, his breathing deepening slightly, his sphincter clutching at your finger.
Actaeon presses the tip of his finger upwards, against the prostate gland, and is rewarded by the sight of your sheath firming up as his lips nuzzle their way down your chest.
Boing bleats slighlty louder...and his cocktip shows from his sheath, bright blood red.
Actaeon's tongue greets your protruding maleness and flicks about the tip, finding the salty taste to his liking.
Actaeon smiles. Ah. Like minds. :)
Boing's hand looks for your crotch again...
Actaeon spreads his legs apart and lies on his side, giving you room to explore him, even as he lowers his lips to your swelling shaft.
Boing mrrrs, and his penis begins to extend to your tongue. It slides forth from his sheath, shiny and smooth, shaped vaguely like a slightly imperfect cone, or nail.
( The side of Actaeon's face caresses your belly as he slides along your body and engulfs your penis into his mouth. He closes his lips around it and draws in a slow, steady breath. )
Boing grabs your genitals a little roughly, excited by your tongue; he begins firmly stroking your sheath, energetically toying with your sac with fingers..
Boing bleats, and humps jerkily into your muzzle once.
Actaeon's erection matches your own; a drop of pre-semen forms at its tip and lands stickily on the bedsheets.
Boing pants..."Please...bring your hips...to me..."
Actaeon swirls his tongue around your glans, grasping you and pulling you into him. He slides his hips to within reach of you.
Boing grabs your hips firmly with both hands, pulling your crotch to his face.
Boing moans as your tongue begins to work magic on ihim, his hips shuddering with every strike.
Actaeon sees what you have in mind, and adjusts his position to accomodate your desires.
Actaeon's finger continues to explore within you, and he massages the base of your scrotum with the heel of his hand. Pressing upwards, he massages the testes against your belly.
Boing points your cock at his face and ravenously engulfs it, his thick lips locking around the base of your penis, his strong tongue coiled about the tender cockflesh.
Actaeon gulps; his hips convulse and he has to open his mouth to draw fresh air. Closing his lips again, he returns with vigor to his nursing.
Boing bleats..your finger sending little shots of precum from his maleness...he mrrrs in sheer pleasure as you attend his treasured orbs.
Boing bobs his mouth up and down on your shaft vigorously, suckling and licking on your lovely smooth shaft...
Actaeon starts to milk you eagerly, moving his free hand to aid the scrotal massage while he swallows your precum.
Boing's hips begin thrusting into your slurping muzzle...
Boing mrrs as you grope his testes, bleating softly around his mouthful. He wraps an arm around your leg, and with it and his other hand he begins intensely massaging your sac from two directions...
Actaeon watches your legs rise and fall in the air before him; each thrust drives your penis deeper into his mouth. Behind him, he feels your own suction on his shaft and hopes to keep both sensations going.
Actaeon inhales your goaty musk and starts leaking into your throat.
Actaeon's tail twitches and his anus contracts as he tries to concentrate on what his own mouth is doing.
Actaeon presses the side of his face into your belly and sucks deeply on you. Saliva lubricates your sheath opening, which he now licks with the tip of his tongue.
Boing ravenously devours your lovely shaft, tasting sweet stagjuice, eager to taste more...he grops and massages your nuts, then a hand slips back to explore your rear...all the while his tongue twirls over your sensitive cockmeat, slides across the length, and his lips put pressure on the tissue...Boing's balls begin to pull in towards his body, his cock leaking much into your warm muzzle...
Actaeon's head lolls, and he lifts his tail high over his back to give you complete access. With his finger, he presses ever deeper into your body, massaging your prostate and heightening your experience.
Actaeon swallows frequently, but some of your liquid flows downward to moisten his lips and your sheath.
Boing bleats quietly, his hips jerking as your cloying tough, tongue, finger; on his treasures and in his body, pull him closer to blowing it...the rest of his body responds with energy, and he suckles madly on the sweet cock in his mouth, lashing his thick tongue over it, teasing his fingers around your sperm-filled balls and probing, stroking, squeezing...his finger probes at your nether entrance...
Actaeon massages your scrotum as it contracts in his grasp; he squeezes it up into your body, then releases it and moves it forward and back. His finger now makes small circles within your nethers.
Actaeon relaxes his anus and lets you in. He feels a pressure swelling within.
Boing bleats! Mrrffs! as your fingers pull him close..oh god, so close...
Actaeon shudders; he feels your breath quickening below and beside him and hopes to match your timing.
Boing's finger presses in, immediately probing about, wiggling like a warm worm in your bowels...he slurps on your cock iregularly, his hips beginning to shudder and buck...
Actaeon feels tension, like a dam about to break. He clamps his anus tightly around your finger and renews with great deliberation your oral treatment.
Actaeon's suction on you is now more powerful and with less delicacy than at the start: while there is no cause for alarm, he now operates with greater speed and power, wanting to make sure you come with or before him.
Actaeon's anus quivers; his tail lowers around your hand and enjoys the feel of fingers against its soft fur.
Actaeon's tail presses you into him, twitching in rhythm to the pounding between his legs. He, too, is close, too close.
Boing's trapped finger writhes in your butt, his mouth bobbing quicly on your shaft, draging the tongue up and down the tender length, he strokes your balls with a forced gentleness...he begins making mrfs, and bleats around his seeping mouthful as you increase power...his hips quiver, his sac pulls up...
Actaeon's suction was never a totally silent thing, but now it is as wet-sounding as an ocean tide. He feels you buckling under him, and knows his own tide is seconds away from spilling onto the shore.
Actaeon has to resist biting down as climax nears; he has something very valuable to pretect between his lips.
Boing glurphs...murphs...soft bleats...oh please...just that little bit more...
Actaeon drags out your pleasure, and his own, for a little while longer...
Actaeon feels the tip of your penis at the back of his throat; it rests in a puddle of saliva and your own goaty lubricant.
Boing's hips writhe about needfully, shifting his cock through your lips, his butt on your finger and balls through your hands, while he dips vigorously on your own maleness, and wriggles eager finger in your ass...
Actaeon notes that, like a dog's, your glans is so sensitive at the tip; he pulls his tongue in to caress it there as you shiver inside both ends of his body.
Boing thought those types of cocks were glans-sensetive all over...but shudders all the same.. (spoofed by Boing)
Actaeon is shivering too; his hooves are curling up at the end of shifting legs.
Actaeon bugles, "(Well, more so at the tip than elsewhere, though not by very much. :)"
Actaeon wraps his tongue around your shaft, massaging it with fading strength.
Actaeon's brow is sweating. He wonders how much longer he can hold on.
Boing breathes erraticaly, his lips parting as he bobs on your dick, he forces out words, "Cum!... please......wigggle...ass! grab my nuts!..do me!"
Boing says, "Please! "
Actaeon wants to bring you off. He starts to move his head from side to side, and squeezes your scrotum tightly in his hands.
( Deeper than ever, Actaeon plunges his finger in and out of your anus, as though it were his own penis inside your body. )
Actaeon feels your climax rising; he thrusts into your mouth.
Actaeon grunts with the strain; his legs hitch in the air.
Actaeon's testes contract tightly into his body; the moment has come at last.
Boing bites down hard on your shaft suddenly! his thick lips keep his teeth from you...and his hips suddenly SLAM themselves into your face, plunging his cock deep within your mouth as his cum spills forth powerfully, his balls shhuddering with the pressure, and his ass clamping down with vise-like intensity on your probing digit. He suckles with crazy strength on your shaft, his finger plunges into you, wiggling around spasmodically, and he barely resists grabbing your balls hard, instead digging his fingers into the flesh of your sheath.
Actaeon humps your face as you continue to suckle at him; he greedily nurses your own writhing member.
Boing bleats loudly as he bobs crazily on your shaft, his cock writhes in your asshole, and his hips shudder in your face as his cock spits white-hot chunks of goat semen down your throat!
Actaeon explodes, sending a torrent of sperm into your throat. His anus clenches violently, and his tail contracts to hold your hand tightly in place. His mouth clamps around your member, continuing to slide back and forth and milking you of every drop.
Actaeon rubs your prostate while you come; his legs flail madly as each jerk of his hips sends another wave of semen into you.
Actaeon hugs your groin to his face; you are still buried deeply in his throat. With his tongue, he licks your shaft from tip to base, and around the opening to your sheath. He swallows freqently, so as not to waste any of it.
Boing bleats so loud he almost screams, driven crazy by the violent pleasures your mouth sends bolting through his hips as he cums, emptying his balls into your sweet muzzle; and pleasure his needful ass oh..wonderful...and the taste of your seed! spurting in his mouth...so good...his finger writhes, knowing that your good spot is in there somewhere...his shaking hands massage and knead your balls as they pulse.
Actaeon continues to writhe in your grasp; by some miracle, your hands have urged forth reserves he did not know he had. His testes become sore, from emptiness and strain.
Boing continues to suckle on your shooting shaft, and rubbing your sex within and without, but his whole body begins quaking with muscular overtaxing, and his shots in your mouth become thinner and weaker. He bleats softly, beginning to come down from the light.
Actaeon's ministrations become more tender; while you remain within his mouth; he has too little strength to clamp down on you forcefully or do more than a gentle massage. His humping begins to subside, though he continues to thrust gently into your face as his erection starts to fade. His finger, once energetic, is now merely curious, and it continues to explore your anus as he drains the last of your seed.
Actaeon inhales deeply, drawing the scent of your body and your semen into his nostrils. He sighs with contentment, licking gently at your slowly-receding shaft.
Boing's body continues to shudder and quake, as if building up to another orgasm, and then--Boing collapses. Every muscle in his body seems to relax as his cock ceases pulsing almost completely. His mouth opens (but does not leave your shaft), and he pants, catching breath and the smell of your sex and sweat as his own damp body aromates.
Actaeon's hands migrate to your legs and hips; he murmurs around your shaft as his eyes flutter and he runs his fingers through your short body fur.
Boing moans, ooooh....he smiles faintly as he nuzzles the base of your sheath and balls weakly, his cock slowly receeding into his sheath. "Mmm...Oh Actaeon...you smell so nice..you taste so nice..."
Boing says, "You suck so nice..."
Actaeon licks your penis and belly clean of semen, saliva, and sweat, then moves to your sheath and scrotum, which he caresses with his warm tongue to ease the soreness.
Boing moans, "Oh...oh my ballls; oh yes, attend them...oh gods...you may give me anther erection..."
Actaeon smiles into your testes, inhaling their scent. "The first time I ever smelled fresh deer urine, it smelled like a goat. I never knew how erotic that could be."
Actaeon smiles wickedly and continues to lick slowly at your scrotum, though he knows rest would be best for both of us right now.
Boing smiles and hugs your hips, kissing your sac and licking your testes. "Oh, mrrr...Oh, you horny buck!" ;)
Actaeon smiles back. "Oh, you randy buck." :)
Boing nuzzles your crtch lovingly, inhaling deeply of the source of your scent.
Actaeon rests his chin alongside your genitals, his nose next to your anus. He extends his tongue briefly and tastes you there.
Boing says, "Mmm. Mmm, mmm."
Actaeon smiles.
Actaeon curls his hands beneath your thighs and pulls your tail toward his nose. This would be a wonderful position in which to go to sleep. :)
Boing tastes like...well, a slight taste of, well poop. but a strong taste of semen.
Boing agrees! :)
Actaeon bugles, "Oh? Has your anus enjoyed the feel of directly delivered semen? Perhaps someday I can make my own deposit there. :)"
Boing nods. ...And hopes that indeed, you will make your own 'deposit' in his ass one day. ;)
Boing says, "Perhaps as a true stag? ;)"
Actaeon smiles. We'd better reserve that for another time; yes, a true stag would be nice to play. :)
Boing breathes in, inhaling your musk again and smiling. "Let's get some rest, hm?" :)
Actaeon nods and hugs you goodnight. Dream well. :)

visits since 8/9/97

TinySex -- Updated Monday, May 19, 1997 -- E-mail Actaeon