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All the Right Places

All his adult life, Brendan had been looking for love and companionship in all the right places. He'd never lied his way into a woman's bed. Never taken advantage of inebriation or someone's vulnerable emotional state to win him a night in their presence. He'd treated every woman who had shown romantic interest towards him with the same affection and joyous appreciation he'd hoped they'd share with him in return.

The outcome? He was twenty four years old. Single. Never having spent more than two nights in the same woman's intimate company, and truly never having known what it was like to wake up the following morning and feel proud, or in any way enthused by what had transpired between himself and his lover. Brendan knew that by all accounts, he had probably just been unlucky. That the idea of each and every romantic interaction leading to phenomenal, mind blowing sex was more a construct of movies and television than any basis in reality. But still, it had affected the human male enough to make him reconsider his attitude towards dating. To make him realise that perhaps following the right path; the one laid out for him and most other human men, wasn't such a guaranteed road to happiness after all.

There were, after all, countless other women out there. Furries. Scalies. Cetaceans. Amphibs. Avians. In these modern days, there was no real taboo remaining about mixed dating and mating. Sure, most humans had human life partners, just as most canines married canines, and most 'gators married 'gators. But that was less to do with any sort of cultural bias or expectation, and more to do with simple biology. If you wanted children, you had to be with someone of your own kind. Thus, nature pushed humanity, just as it did with all the other myriad species living in the world, to be with their own before all others.

As for Brendan personally, had he really been dating human women because he wanted kids? Not particularly. It wasn't that he hated the idea of having children of his own one day, but... well... it wasn't exactly something he cared enough about to have an opinion either way. More than anything his choice of partners had just been a matter of convenience. A 'lucky' accident, which, given the way those relationships had turned out, hadn't been so lucky after all.

It was the culmination of those few and wholly unsatisfying experiences which had driven Brendan to make a change. To seek to shake things up a bit in his romantic life, and step off the beaten track into an area which was marginally less good and pure and right by societies most lofty expectations and standards. That was how he had found himself where he now stood. In a busy bar, one of countless individuals standing alone, scanning the room in the hopes of spotting someone just as lost and aware of their own solitude as they themselves were. A singles night. Supposedly the resort of the desperate, the horny, and the unimaginably creepy. Certainly not the right way to meet the woman of your dreams, at least not in the opinion of most of Brendan's friends and colleagues. But a world away from the methods he had tried thus far, so, to the human's mind, at least worth giving a shot.

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For thirty minutes or so after arriving at the bar, Brendan's eyes wandered without landing upon any particularly likely suspects. There were plenty of attractive women here, that was for sure. But obviously the perils of an open call for singles meant that many of them had their own agendas, some of which didn't include men like Brendan and others of which rather suggested that they wouldn't be a good fit for him. That was fine, though. The drinks here weren't that pricey, and the music wasn't too loud. For a little while at least Brendan was happy just to stroll around, drink in hand, and chat innocently and without expectation with whoever had something to say.

It was during one of those random conversations which the human had stopped to join in with that Brendan felt the spark. That ethereal and rather sappily over-romanticised twinge of the heartstrings which he'd never really believed in, until the moment where he felt it strike at his very core.

The conversation was, as so many seemed to be around the bar, about food. About favourites and least favourites. All in all, Brendan included, there were probably six or seven of them clustered around in this particular debate, sharing their likes and dislikes; some of the best meals they'd ever eaten, and of course the worst. Across the rough circle of singles, a male wolf was explaining in detail the most exquisite dessert he'd ever tasted. A delicate sponge cake with vanilla cream and berries, all wrapped up in the thinnest and most wonderfully soft layer of marzipan.

Unable to help himself, fully aware that it was bad manners, Brendan stuck out his tongue and made a playful, cartoonish retching sound.

"Bleugh..."

He hated marzipan. There was just something about the sweetness and the texture of it, all the constituent elements of which he actively enjoyed, that made the complete product one of Brendan's most despised of all foods.

From across the circle, at almost the exact same time, the human male heard another voice speaking out.

"Eww, marzipan..."

Their voices trailed off at the exact same moment, and both their heads tilted upward to seek out the source of the other speaker; the kindred spirit in their hatred of that foul sweet almond paste.

Brendan found himself looking at a powerful, almost imposing figure of a woman. A wolverine whose body was not only taller than his by almost a foot, but far more broad and stocky too. Nevertheless despite her size, she was still all woman. Her hair long and chestnut brown, flowing freely around her shoulders, and her body clad in a deep red blouse and a stylized, layered black skirt which ran down about three quarters of the length of her legs, meeting with high, metal buckled black leather boots.

His eyes lingered upon hers, and Brendan felt himself blushing; instantly attracted to her. Normally it was around now he would tell himself to back off, to consider that while she was immensely beautiful to look at, he had no idea whether they shared a single thing in common besides their dislike for one particular, rather specific item of food. But that sounded far too much like the right thing to do. Far too much like the kind of thinking which had led him to resort to attending a singles night in the first place. Thus, he kept on looking. Kept on smiling at her, red faced and heart pounding.

And, to Brendan's delight, she smiled back.

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With Robyn holding him firmly by the hand, Brendan gladly allowed himself to be led through the wolverine's apartment. He could hear the bashful excitement in her voice as she pointed out the various rooms to him. Kitchen. Living room. Bathroom. Bedroom. Her voice trembled slightly on that last one, and she paused by the bedroom door. Turning to face him, taking his other hand within hers and glancing tenderly down at the small, furless male.

"I know I invited you back for a nightcap. So... i-if you came here just expecting a drink and some more friendly conversation, let me know. I'll... I'll make us a couple of irish coffees, and then we can say goodnight."

Brendan smirked. He may only have known Robyn for a couple of hours, but this was classically her. Filled with such confidence and strength, but by the same token thoughtful to a fault. Unable to bear the idea that she might be leading him on under false pretences.

"Y'know... I can't help but wonder, would you be so nervous about all this if I was a wolverine?"

The way that Robyn's eyes widened told Brendan that he had struck on a note of truth, but his warm smile went a long way to convincing the female before him that he wasn't offended by her overly cautious handling of him.

"I guess not. I... I just haven't been with a human guy before. Pretty obvious, huh?"

Brendan shrugged, not wishing to tell the wolverine that yeah, it was pretty obvious. He chuckled, rubbing at the back of his neck as he opened up with his own confession.

"No more obvious than the fact that I've never been with anyone outside my species."

To the human's surprise, Robyn seemed genuinely shocked by this fact. His cheeks flushed, almost proud that his own nerves hadn't been nearly as prominent as he'd thought.

The wolverine's paws squeezed Brendan's hands firmly within their grasp, and she closed her eyes for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of their gentle contact.

"Honestly, I... I thought you picked me because I was a wolverine. Because you'd had experience with my species. The way you've been so laid back... like you know what's coming. Like you don't even have to try and convince me. That confidence, that arrogance... it's just like a wolverine male."

A stunned, amused snort of laughter escaped Brendan before he could stop himself.

"Oh god, Robyn... you're way off. The only reason I was so chilled out is that I had absolutely no expectation of getting anywhere with you. I mean, just look at you. You're so... a-and I'm just... well, just me. Marzipan aside, I figured once you'd spoken to me for a few minutes you'd realise you were totally wasting your time."

For a few seconds the wolverine didn't respond; seeming to consider what had been said, to mull over its overall meaning. Her cheeks reddened, and she squeezed Brendan's hands tighter still.

"So... I'm not? Not wasting my time, that is?"

Brendan grinned, shaking his head and squeezing back at the powerful female's paws.

"God no. I just... I just hope I'm not wasting yours."

At long last the bedroom door swung open and both Robyn and Brendan slipped into the room, shivering in momentary anticipation as the door clicked closed again behind them. Rather hurriedly they made their way to the bed, Robyn the first to sit down upon its soft sheets, beckoning for Brendan to join her. He did so, and they sat together, blushing, staring, waiting for the tension to break and for one another's urges to be unleashed.

Brendan's hand rubbed the soft, brown furred back of one of Robyn's paws, and he heard the wolverine growl in satisfaction. His cheeks flushed, momentary confidence surging through him, and he pulled himself further up onto the bed. Scrambling onto his knees, pulling himself upright, making himself only slightly taller than the seated wolverine. He looked down at her, reaching out with both arms to brush the hair away from around her face. He moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue, and she did the same.

At last, for the first time, they kissed. The first one only a brief peck, but leading into a second, longer and deeper smooch. They didn't yet attempt tongue, both still learning how one should go about kissing a woman with a muzzle, or a man without one. After a lingering, eager session of locked lips and happy murmurs however, they broached that next frontier. They both began to gasp and groan in obvious excitement as their kissing grew ever deeper and more heated. As tongues explored the limits of their soon to be lover's mouths, and both parties found that much to their delight, kissing appeared to be much the same whether you had a muzzle or not.

With a soft shriek of laughter, Robyn toppled over backwards as Brendan began to smooch and peck at her muzzle with playfully fevered urgency. She threw her arms around the human's body and dragged him down with her, blushing as she felt his weight settling upon him, and felt certain parts of the male poking at her lower torso.

Their eyes met once again, and Brendan shivered happily when rather than acting embarrassed or ashamed to feel his arousal pushing up against her, Robyn's hands moved to grip his ass; pulling his swollen crotch tighter against her beautiful furred form.

"Mmm... wolverine or not, that feels familiar."

Brendan grinned.

"R-really? Wolverines have those too? Huh, you learn something new every day..."

The furred female growled tenderly, craning her neck upward and pecking Brendan on the lips.

"Cheeky fucker. How about you put that smart mouth of yours to a better use."

A fresh rosy glow crossed Brendan's cheeks, and his eyes widened with both excitement and nervousness. Robyn saw this, and after a split-second rethinking what she'd just said, giggled loudly.

"Oh god... I meant with a kiss. I didn't mean... I... I don't expect you to..."

Her explanation was cut off by the very kiss she had apparently been expecting. Deep, forceful and lengthy. It stole her breath away, leaving Brendan with the opportunity to speak when finally his mouth and her muzzle parted company once more.

"If I... if I wanted to, though? Would that be something you'd... I mean... could I?"

The answer from the wolverine was an emphatic and quite frankly grateful yes. As a result before long Brendan found himself freed from the confines of his clothes, and staring up at a beautiful, powerfully built woman every bit as bare and bashful of her nudity as himself. He lay down beside her, their naked bodies embracing and relishing the intimate contact as their hands drifted over one another sensually, and confessed to Robyn that despite his eagerness, he had actually never pleasured a woman orally before. His few past lovers had either been too shy or not interested in him enough to allow that extra, to them unnecessary level of intimacy, and while he had seen it performed online by both humans and various anthros... he still found himself a complete novice.

What followed was a lesson. Perhaps the most productive and useful learning experience of the male's entire life. He and Robyn found themselves equally red faced as the wolverine instructed him to lie between her legs, and bashfully guided him through the process of how she personally liked to be pleasured in that manner. The furred female moaned and shivered happily as she urged him to be gentle with his touches, but not to shy away from focusing almost solely on the clit with his tongue for maximum effect in the shortest space of time. She whimpered in delight as she suggested he use his fingers to test whether she was excited enough, Brendan picking up on her less than subtle prompt and not simply testing, but beginning to work a couple of digits in and out of the wolverine alongside the motion of his tongue.

There came a point where Robyn was giving no further instruction whatsoever, simply clutching at Brendan's head with her hands; holding him tightly between her thighs, legs wrapped around his back. Through the wolverine's flesh and fur Brendan could hear her moaning loudly at his continued stimulation. Crying out in ways he'd never heard any of his past lovers exclaim; a way he had actually begun to suspect existed only in staged or at the very least exaggerated pornographic videos. The more she moaned and whimpered in bliss the more urgently Brendan pleasured her, eager to be able to tell himself that he'd made a woman cum with his tongue alone. For that reason, he was somewhat appalled when just as Robyn's whimpers were reaching fever pitch, she desperately began to push his head away from her trembling, drooling pussy.

"Stop... o-oh god, Brendan... f-fuck. If that's your idea of foreplay... g-goddamn..."

Having to practically drag the human male away from her crotch by force, drawing him back up the length of her body until they were face to face once more, Robyn huffed and shivered in excitement as she watched Brendan beaming and licking his lips with pride.

"Is wanting to make you cum such a bad thing?"

The human's question made Robyn's face burn brighter still, and she shook her head with a giggle of appreciation.

"No. God no. But... l-look, I don't know how human women are, but not all of us can handle multiple orgasms. Most of us are just like guys, actually. One, and we're done. Spent. Far too sensitive to keep going straight away even if we wanted to."

Brendan's cheeks flushed. The fact he had never been given the opportunity to bring a woman to multiple orgasms meant that he had actually never considered that it might not be possible, physiologically speaking.

"Oh."

His face burned crimson. Again, Robyn giggled.

"Yeah, oh. And don't get me wrong, normally, I'd jump at the chance of being with a guy who's that eager to eat me out. I'd let him do as he pleased and fall asleep as comfy and satisfied as you please. But..."

The wolverine's own face flushed. She smiled bashfully.

"But, if I'm gonna admit to myself that I like a guy enough to sleep with him just hours after I meet him... which is not something I do, I hope you know... then I wanna take things all the way."

Slowly and tenderly, the two lovers manoeuvred wordlessly into the ideal position for what they both knew was coming. Robyn's hands guided the human's hips slightly, lining him up and joining him in a mutual shiver of anticipation as they both felt the tip of his cock brush the swollen, rigid nub of her clitoris. They smiled at one another, blushing and breathing heavily. Robyn held Brendan's hips tightly, preventing him from acting prematurely. Forcing him to join her in savouring the moment and taking time to actually think about what was going to happen next.

The wolverine gazed deep into Brendan's eyes, licking her lips as she shuddered in hungry, horny excitement once more.

"W-when you're inside me... go slow. I like it slow. But... but don't hold back, y'know? Go deep as you can."

Brendan nodded, moaning happily. He'd never known a woman be like this before. Not only willing to talk him through the process, but eager to. Understanding how big a deal this was for him, because it was just as big a deal for her.

"And i-if there's anything I can do? To make you... t-to make it better for you. Just say. Please, Brendan."

The human male nodded, planting a fond, thankful kiss upon the tip of the wolverine's muzzle.

"I will. But I don't think you'll need to worry about that. You're already a thousand times more amazing than I could ever have hoped for."

A nervous, overwhelmed whimper escaped Robyn, and she shivered beneath Brendan with frantic desire.

"G-god... just fuck me."

With a warm, grateful burst of laughter, Brendan did just that. He slowly and carefully slid himself into Robyn's hot, wet depths, and began to fuck her at the most measured and controlled pace he could bear to sustain. They clung to one another tightly, and at first made love in almost complete silence; soft gasps and breathy moans aside. The gentle pace of the act helped to keep Brendan from becoming overwhelmed too quickly, and to his surprise didn't seem to stop the wolverine from enjoying herself in any meaningful way. In the past he had always thought that faster was better, not so much for himself but for his lover's pleasure. But with Robyn controlling and guiding him all the way, her hands sometimes falling to his rump and holding him still deep inside her, other times clutching at his hips and drawing him further back, almost all the way out of her before permitting him to deliver his next thrust, Brendan was discovering a whole new side to this wonderful, intimate act. One filled not with disappointment and squandered potential, but the kind of dreamy, overwhelmingly intense satisfaction that he had always assumed was supposed to come hand in hand with the most intimate and romantic of sexual experiences.

From start to finish Brendan and Robyn made love not as individuals, but as a partnership. Learning one another's motions and responses, studying their partner's facial expressions for hints of what felt best without needing to ask or be told. They did exactly what they had always thought should be done as an integral part of sex, but which past experiences and past lovers had tried to convince them was either pointless, or wrong outright. Not for a moment were they fucking in search of their own pleasure. Not for an instant were they craving satisfaction upon their own behalf. They gave themselves completely and wholly to their lover, safe in the knowledge that just as they were devoted to their lover's satisfaction, so too was their lover devoted to theirs.

By the time that Robyn began to cry out with that same fevered intensity which had accompanied the final moments of Brendan's oral attack upon her, her human lover was drenched in sweat. His body glistening from head to toe from the unbelievably protracted ecstasy to which he was subjecting himself. In their own ways they were both as close to the limit as they could handle, and yet rather than push themselves that little bit further, they lingered there on the brink. Touching and kissing and whimpering happily to one another, fighting not to cum. Not to achieve the release and satisfaction their bodies craved so urgently.

Never had either one of them been so reluctant to bring sex to it desired conclusion. So terrified to have the union between their body and another brought to an end.

Never had either one of them felt this way about someone so soon. In fact, it would probably have been fair to say that never had either one of them felt this way about someone, period. They were just both far too terrified by what they were feeling to admit it.

They were so different in so many ways. Years apart in age. Feet apart in height. A whole species apart in appearance and ancestry. But never... never had either one of them met someone with whom they clicked so perfectly. With whom even their greatest differences were so easily discussed, examined and overcome.

They had only known one another for a matter of hours, most of which had been entirely wrapped up in the heat of sexuality. It was foolish for them to be thinking the way they both were thinking as they hung their, trapped together on the precipice of mutual orgasm. To be feeling so strongly, so purely for a near complete stranger.

This wasn't how they'd been taught that love was supposed to happen. It wasn't the fairytale they'd been expecting, with the prince or princess who so perfectly matched them in every way. Meeting in a bar, bonding over their hatred of a single, very specific item of food of all things, sleeping together before even a single recognisable date. This was the wrong way to fall in love.

And yet, for all their wasted months and years looking for love the right way, in all the right places, had they ever found something like this? Or was this night, this feeling sweeping through the both of them, the first time? The first experience of romantic love not just as a concept to be sought out and chased, but as a genuine, tangible emotion.

The answer was obvious, and as they finally lost control and succumbed to one another's clutching hands, tender gaze and erotic adoration, both Robyn and Brendan gave it in joyous, loving unison.

"_ Yes _!"

By Jeeves