Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)
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				Title: <strong>Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>20-01-2016, 00:46:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/BvJTSjl.jpg)</div> It was a big day for Jasmine. It was a day of many firsts. She'd grown up living a sheltered life. Furries were rare, and not always welcomed by mainstream society, so her parents had been overprotective. She'd been away at college for a couple years now, gradually coming out of her shell. Now she was taking the first solo trip of her life, to her first Comic Con!<br><br>The trip had involved renting her first-ever car (she knew how to drive, but had little experience with it) to travel the few hundred miles to the convention. It had also involved the big choice of whether to attend the convention dressed fem or not. She'd been a mostly private crossdresser for years now, and considered herself female. No one could look at the petite dog furry with her long, feminine hair and mistake her for a masculine man. Still, going out in public (and not just to a crowded, dark club) was a major step. <br><br>In the end, Jasmine hadn't been quite confident enough to go all the way with it. She'd settled on a trim green superhero-style jumpsuit, made of a stretchy material that hugged her lithe body and the curves of her hips. <br><br>The outfit had seemed great right up until the point when her car had broken down in the middle of nowhere, and then it had offered little protection from the wind and rain. Now a soaked, hopeless Jasmine was knocking on the door of the nearest house, hoping to find some help in order to get back on her way. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2016, 06:44:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs48/i/2009/178/6/9/Hot_Guy_by_Dand01.jpg)</div>Marcus lived a semi-secluded lifestyle, on the quiet countryside in a small house. No one came by to visit unless invited, and he didn't have to worry about neighbors or his house being scoped out by robbers or people walking up asking if they'd like to talk about their lord and savior Jesus Christ with him... Plus he didn't have to worry about running into any enemies. As a mercenary for hire, he had a few. He lived on his own, went into town every week or so for groceries, and spent every other weekend at a hotel, clubbing and bringing girls back to his room.<br><br>He never had been with a furry girl. He had only seen them on the odd occasion at his job, and thought that they might be quite attractive. He didn't bring girls back to his house either, simply because he didn't want them to be ringing him up in the middle of the day to ask for something. Which was what ended up happening that day anyways. <br><br>He heard the knock from the kitchen, where he was making himself lunch. He had a t-shirt and blue jeans on, the first looking sort of tight on his muscular frame. When he heard the knock he was put on alert, and approached with a hand behind his back, holding the flip knife he always kept on him. But after he peered through the peep hole, and saw that it was a girl dressed in an odd suit, with no one around, he flicked the knife shut, sliding it into his pocket. A furry girl! What were the chances of one of those showing up on his doorstep?<br><br>Marcus opened the door and looked down at the girl, standing over six feet three inches with a raised eyebrow. <strong>"Yes?"</strong> He asked, looking at her for a moment before looking past her to see where her car was, and how she ended up on his doorstep. He had taken in a few observations about her at first. Those observations being that she was alone, severely underdressed for the weather, and rather flat chested. <strong>"Who are you?"</strong> Marcus asked, looking back at her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>20-01-2016, 21:48:04</strong>
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				Jasmine unconsciously took a step back after the man opened the door. He towered over her, easily a foot taller than her 5' 1" frame. He also had a rough, rather dangerous look about him that made the fur along her back start to stand up as nervousness prickled down her spine. On top of everything else he was extremely handsome, but he was also a man Jasmine was going to watch carefully.<br><br>"Um, hi, sorry to bother you," she said in a soft, slightly squeaky voice. She sneezed once, barely covering her nose in&nbsp; time, and looked up once more as her green eye-shadow started to run a bit on her cheeks. <br><br>"I'm J-Jasmine," she said, stuttering over the name she had only been using for around a year now, since she'd left "Jake" behind. "My, um, my car broke down outside, on the road. I was on my way to Comic Con...that's what the weird outfit is about. I was hoping I could maybe come inside and wait for a tow truck, or something? If that's alright?"<br><br>She sneezed again, shivering slightly. The cool rain had made her nipples harden, and they were clearly visible through her tight jumpsuit, along with the curves of her barely-there breasts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 03:38:48</strong>
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				Marcus opened the door wider when he heard her sneeze. She explained herself well enough and stood aside when she asked to come in. <strong>"Yeah, of course come on in. I'll get you a towel."</strong> He kept his expression neutral, but was wondering about her. He supposed that she was lucky to show up outside of his house. Some of the people in the area weren't the most tolerant of people like her. Cosplayers, and furries. She might have been denied entry to someone else's house.<br><br>He couldn't help but notice the other little things about her. How tight the outfit was on her, and how it didn't leave much to imagine. She wasn't wearing a bra, either. He shut the door behind her, to keep the rain and the wind out. It was much warmer inside the house, and he left her alone for just a few moments to go get the towel. The house was large for one person, but not in the way that felt gaudy. It had three bedrooms, his bedroom, the guest room, and the spare room where he kept workout equipment. Visible from the hallway was the living room and the kitchen on the opposite side.<br><br>He remained practically in sight, only going into one of the doors in the hallway to get her towel, white and fluffy. As he returned to her with it, he introduced himself. <strong>"My name's Marcus."</strong> He wondered where she left her car. <strong>"I can bring your car here and take a quick look at it if you want. I have a tow chain in the garage."</strong> He offered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 06:21:44</strong>
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				"Thank you so much," Jasmine said as she accepted the towel graciously. She began to dry off, starting with her long, wild auburn hair, and then moving down her body. As a furry she had grown up with people making fun of her for smelling like "wet dog" when it rained (a vicious and un-true taunt of course) and she felt much better once she was dry. Her tail, which protruded through a hole in the back of the costume, even wagged a few times, weakly. <br><br>"Could you really do that?" she asked in wonder as he offered to take a look at her car. "That would be amazing! My car is just on the side of the road, not even a quarter mile away. I tried to look at it myself, but...cars aren't really my thing. I've barely driven before, to tell you the truth."<br><br>She sighed. "I need to get to the city for Comic Con one way or another, by tomorrow afternoon. I've already spent all my money on the car, the tickets, and this costume...I can't miss the show now! But...but that means I don't really have much to...to pay you. For helping me out." She frowned, flashing him literal puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry about that." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 08:26:22</strong>
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				He wasn't sure how furries worked, their biology, but he knew that she was cold and he would do what he could to help. He kept himself from staring when she dried off her body, something other men might not have been able to do. The tail wag though made him smile, if only just a little bit. So that stayed the same, the little sign of happiness between dogs and dog furries. He wondered if she thought it was awkward, talking to him in that tight superhero costume.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, I know some basic stuff. I'll just need to put your car in neutral is all to bring it over."</strong> Marcus said, meaning that he'd need the keys to the car too. She couldn't pay him back, in money at least. He wouldn't extort her or anything, she was in need it was only right to help her out. But she seemed pretty ashamed about it.<br><br><strong>"Don't worry about the money. But if you really want to repay me, we can figure something out."</strong> Those eyes were just too cute. He could already see some of the appeals with furry girls. He wondered if he'd be able to see her blush. She had eye shadow running earlier, so they did wear makeup, at least a little bit of it. <strong>"Do you want to wait here while I go get your car?"</strong><br><br>She could go sit in the living room and turn on the faux fire, get comfortable and call the tow truck. Or she could come with him and talk, either about her situation, or how she was thinking of repaying him. He couldn't imagine her really thinking of anything. Marcus just hoped that she had some good insurance, or else no one would be coming to get her this far out in the middle of no where.
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				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>21-01-2016, 22:14:55</strong>
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				"I'd like to...to figure out something to do for you. For the trouble," Jasmine said in reply to his assurance that she didn't need to worry about the money. She had finished toweling off, and now her dark fur was shiny and her golden hair was a messy mop on her head. She glanced down at herself and suddenly realized how ridiculous she looked. A blush darkened her cheeks, barely visible beneath her fur.<br><br>"Um, yes, if I could wait here, that would be great. I really don't want to get all wet again." She dug in the small green purse hanging off her shoulder until she found the car keys, which she pulled out and handed over. <br><br>"Thanks you so much, again, really," she said with a smile, unconsciously brushing her fingers over Marcus' wrist after handing over the keys. "I'll be in the living room. Oh, but first, can I use your restroom?"
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				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2016, 04:59:42</strong>
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				So she did want to do something. He could only guess what she'd offer, since she said she wouldn't give him something. He kept that in the back of his mind though, because even though she seemed very young and polite, some of the best girls had a naughty side. It would only take the right person to pull it to the surface.<br><br><strong>"Okay."</strong> He said in response to her decision to stay. He had barely noticed the blush, and wasn't able to decide if he had actually seen it or if his eyes were deceiving him. <strong>"You're welcome."</strong> Marcus smiled, noticing when she brushed his wrist. Her fingers were soft, but different.<br><br><strong>"Yeah go ahead. There are more towels under the sink. And if you want to turn on the fireplace in the living room, the dial's on the wall by the TV."</strong> He went to his room and put on his work boots, then a heavy coat. No fur on it, thankfully. It had been raining hard.<br><br><strong>"I'll be back in around fifteen minutes."</strong> He picked up his own keys off of the kitchen counter and went out to the garage, opening it and getting in his car. She might not have heard the garage door opening but she would have definitely heard the car engine turning on. It was a Dodge Challenger, and within a minute of the engine running he pulled out of the garage to get her car.<br><br>He had the tow chain in his trunk, and found her car quickly enough. Getting out of his car, hooking the two together, and putting her car in neutral got him wet though. <strong>"What a fucking storm in this drought..."</strong> He murmured angrily, having to get back in his car wet. He slowly turned around the road for a U-turn, before bringing her car back into his long driveway. He left it outside of the garage, since he wouldn't be able to fit both cars. He got wet again while detaching the chain, putting the second car in park, and getting back into the garage.<br><br>By the time he got back in the house, he was nearly just as wet as she had been, coat and all. Of course, he wasn't soaked down to his underwear. He'd just need to change his clothes. <strong>"Car's out front. I didn't take a look at it yet."</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>22-01-2016, 21:27:22</strong>
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				"Thanks again," she said earnestly as Marcus left. While he was gone she headed into the bathroom and took off her jumpsuit so she could properly dry herself from head to toe. Once that was done she felt much better, and though she wasn't eager to put the silly outfit back on, she didn't have anything else with her -- the rest was in the car. So back into the skin-tight superhero costume she went.<br><br>She touched up her makeup next, re-applying the green tints and trying to make herself look as presentable as possible under the circumstances. Then she had time to head to the living room, turn on the fire, and recline on the couch, sighing heavily. The trip hadn't been going well so far at all...but it could have been worse, she supposed.<br><br>Marcus returned, letting her know her car was in the driveway. She peeked out the window to confirm. "That's wonderful. Sorry you had to get all wet. It's really coming down out there. It's raining cats and...um, it's raining a lot." She blushed again. Dogs were a tender area for Jasmine. They always reminded her how different she looked from most "normal" people, and how there were those out there who viewed her kind as closer to the animals they resembled than to regular humans. <br><br>She had gotten another towel from the bathroom, and brought it over to Marcus now. She offered it to him so he could dry off a bit, though she had already used it, so it carried a hint of her scent: a mixture of citrus and the slightest hint of animal musk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2016, 08:49:54</strong>
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				He chuckled softly when she stumbled over her word choice. <strong>"Yes it is. It sucks, cause we're supposed to be in a drought."</strong> Marcus said as he took off his jacket and hung it by the garage. The floor underneath it would get wet, but since it was tile he could just wipe it up with a towel after. Underneath, the t-shirt he was wearing was stuck to him, similar to how her costume had been clinging to her. But unlike her body, his was muscled, defined. Most men would be jealous, and women, swooning.<br><br>So he accepted the towel with a <strong>"Thanks."</strong> And went to the room beside the bathroom, his bedroom, to change. Only sort of realizing what he was doing, he had begun taking his shirt off before he got through the doorway, giving her an eyeful of his toned back, slick with the rain. He nudged the door shut with just foot, beginning to undress and dry himself off with the towel.<br><br>First he started off with his hair, which ended up being a bad decision. As the towel covered his face he immediately smelled the citrus and something else, he had no idea what. But it made him... Alert. He couldn't tell, of course, but his blood was flowing faster than before. The door was left open just a crack, she wouldn't be able to get a good look (if she wanted one) unless she got closer.<br><br>He went down to his underwear, and stopped there, tossing his clothes in a hamper before redressing in a pair of sweats and another shirt. <strong>"I didn't want to take a look while it was still raining out... in case there was a busted fuse or something wrong with the battery."</strong> He said aloud to her, loud enough to get through the door and to her, even if she was still in the living room. <strong>"If the rain slows, you can probably hold an umbrella while I take a look."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>26-01-2016, 04:36:43</strong>
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				Jasmine's eyes grew wide as she stared at Marcus' well-muscled body while he casually removed his shirt on the way into the bathroom. Her breath caught in her throat. Blood rushed through her body.<br><br><em>Oh wow....</em> she thought to herself.<br><br>Jasmine was a virgin (the combination of being a furry, a femboy, and a nerd made sure of that) but she wasn't a prude. In fact, she had a powerful sex drive which bordered on the perverse, and which had just grown more and more intense as her shyness had prevented her from ever properly satisfying it. <br><br>So when she saw that glimpse of Marcus....it stirred something in her. Something that caused her to, against her better judgment, pad quietly over towards the door Marcus had just entered. She held her breath and leaned forward, pressing her eye as near as she dared to the narrow opening. What she saw caused her tail to wag against her will.<br><br>When Marcus called out to her, Jasmine had a moment of panic. She moved backward from the door far enough to not sound suspiciously close and yelled back, "Sure, let's wait until the rain calms down a little. I'd be glad to hold...hold the umbrella for you."<br><br>She cleared her throat nervously and rubbed at her chest, unconsciously stroking her erect nipples as she struggled to control herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>26-01-2016, 19:09:54</strong>
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				Now with his clothes on he could return to her, but his shirt felt a little tight for some reason, he couldn't place it. His cock was also a bit unsettled in his underwear, but not an erection, or even a semi, it had just stirred a smidge. He could have sworn he felt someone watching him as he was changing and he didn't know why. Her voice came in unusually loud, hadn't he shut the door?<br><br>He turned around, noticing that he didn't and that the gap was definitely easy to see through. Then he wondered if that was why he smelled something weird. He noticed her little touch ups when he walked in, did she spray on some perfume as well? Marcus was conflicted about acting on his instinct, which told him to go out there and see if she'd like to repay him in 'services' for his hard work. After all she was probably looking at him through that crack!<br><br>He stepped out suddenly, still holding a mental debate about it. But then he saw her nearby, not in the living room like he thought she was. And pawing at her own breasts, which made little tents in her outfit. Her tail was wagging to. <strong>"It's kind of warm... don't you think, Jasmine?"</strong><br><br>There was no way her nipples were hard because of the temperature! She had been in front of the fire and out of the rain for a good thirty minutes now, and being so close to his room he could only imagine what she was doing. <strong>"Were you by any chance watching me just now?"</strong><br><br>She looked flustered to say the least. Although he didn't know it, his own body was pumping out his scent, which would only be felt stronger by her nose. As he gradually approached her his own 'pheremones' of sort would be produced even stronger as he began to smell her own musk. Creating a deadly mix of scents that would get worse the closer he got. But thankfully he was five feet away so he couldn't smell her musk very much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>26-01-2016, 20:12:45</strong>
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				"Oh I...I like it warm," Jasmine said with a deepening blush, forcing her hand away from her chest and down to her side as Marcus came back into the room with her.<br><br>Why did he have to smell so good, on top of everything else? Jasmine's sensitive nose couldn't stop wiggling, and she had to fight to keep from panting. She reached behind her with a nervous hand, grabbing onto her tail to stop it from wagging. At the same time something was stirring beneath her tight panties, though thanks to carefully reinforced fabric there wouldn't be anything <em>too</em> obvious tenting the front of her jumpsuit.<br><br>"Watching you?! Oh, I, um..." Jasmine's eyes grew wide and she ran her hand through her messy hair, clearly flustered and embarrassed. She couldn't make herself look at him now, and instead stared down at her own bare feet (her wet shoes having been left by the door). <br><br>"Y-yes. I peeked. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I was just...curious."
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				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2016, 04:36:03</strong>
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				He couldn't help but smirk when he noticed what was going on with her. He could tell the blush this time, there was no doubt. Her nipples stood out too, and it was easy to see how she stopped herself like she did, her tail wagging was cute and she had stopped it.<br><br>She was turned on, by seeing the sight of him, so easily. He hadn't done much but it was so obvious! <strong>"Curious. I think you're still curious."</strong> She had a glimpse and wanted to see more, which was why she was peeking in on him, he couldn't help but feel a little turned on himself. She was cute, and seeing her so embarrassed made it even better for him. She couldn't have been too experienced.<br><br><strong>"I'd bet there's a lot you haven't seen before, huh?"</strong> That was it. Her admitting to it and apologizing made it clear, how he wanted her to repay him. It was breaking one of his rules but Marcus figured that it would be worth it. He get to break in, to try an inexperienced furry for the first time and then she'd be on her way to comic con the next morning, never seeing her again<br><br>Then again. If he took her to comic con, how was she going to leave? <br><br><strong>"I've decided how you're going to pay me back."</strong> He said, not even asked, as he stepped towards her and put both of his hands on Jasmine's shoulders. <strong>"Take your hands off your tail."</strong> Marcus commanded, looking down at her hungrily, much like a predator would his prey.
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				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>27-01-2016, 17:51:17</strong>
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				Jasmine's blush and nervousness deepened with each word Marcus spoke. She gulped nervously and didn't know how to respond at all. Then her heart began to pound even faster as Marcus stepped forwards and grabbed her shoulders, telling her he'd decided how she was going to pay him back...<br><br>When he told her to let go of her tail, she only hesitated a moment before obeying, too frightened and in awe to seriously consider not complying with his instructions. Her bushy tail immediately began to sweep back and forth, betraying her arousal and slapping her plump ass with each swing. <br><br>"I, um...what..." Jasmine said in a small, clearly intimidated voice. The top of her head didn't even reach up to Marcus' chin. He was so much broader than her. So much more masculine. She wouldn't be able to stop him from doing whatever he wanted...and she didn't really WANT to stop him, either.<br><br>"How am I going to...pay you back?" she asked in a whisper. 
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				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 07:15:00</strong>
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				Dogs didn't wag their tails when they were frightened. Their tails went between their legs. When they were excited they wagged, and hers was wagging so much that he could hear it hitting her rear as it swung side to side. <strong>"You know how. But will you admit that you want it?"</strong> Marcus asked with a grin.<br><br>He kept one hand on her shoulder, keeping her still as he walked around her for a moment and inspected each inch of her body. He was figuring out where to start on first. He ran his hand through her long, messy hair, feeling it. Then, suddenly he slapped her ass.<br><br><strong>"This costume looks awfully tight. And it's obvious that you aren't hiding your little tits."</strong> Marcus would get rough with her. The hand on her shoulder slid down and under her arm, reaching up to pinch one of her nipples through the costume. The hand that had so roughly spanked her now began rubbing the cheek that he had struck, gripping it in his fingers and literally grabbing a handful of her ass.<br><br>What she was lacking up top she made for in her rear. He wondered if she made it like that on purpose. <strong>"I just wonder if a young cutie like you is brave enough to go around without any panties."</strong><br><br>A guy like Marcus wasn't usually into girls like her. Not furries, per se, but the nerds, the shy girls. He was used to girls that had the whole package, looks, confidence, ass and tits. Jasmine had two of those things. And one surprise that he wouldn't like. If when digging for a pussy he found a cock and balls waiting for him, he might not end up helping her anymore. She might be lucky enough to get sent out to wait in her car for someone without a few bruises, if she angered him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 20:47:47</strong>
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				Jasmine tensed up, her heart fluttering in her chest as Marcus began to grope her, running his hands through her hair and then down to her plump ass, giving it a spank before rubbing it warmly. <br><br>She didn't know what to say or do. This was going so fast. She wanted it, but she was also so scared. He teased her about her "little tits" and she blushed deeper and looked down, biting her lip as he pinched her nipple. She was so turned on right now. It was so hard to think straight.<br><br>But she had to do something. He clearly didn't know what she really was. She didn't want this to stop, but she was very afraid of what might happen if his hands&nbsp; wandered into the wrong area. Her panties had the thick panel in front to protect her modesty, sure, but below that her little cock was raging, hard and stiff as it was held trapped down between her legs. <br><br>Desperately trying to think of someway she could keep him from pressing the issue and investigating what she was packing further, Jasmine slowly dropped to her knees in front of him, looking up at him with big brown eyes, her face slightly below the level of his crotch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>29-01-2016, 08:51:33</strong>
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				He was going to press closer, give her a feel of what was held by his own underwear and pants, but when she knelt down... It would be easy to see. He was wearing sweats, which provided little resistance, and the bulge was easily seen going down his left leg.<br><br><strong>"So, that's how you want to start huh?"</strong> Marcus asked, putting a hand down on the top of her head. One of the main sources of his male pheromones, and she was right in front of it. He peered over her shoulders, seeing her plump ass stick out behind her hair. <strong>"Do you know what to do?"</strong> he asked, wondering if she had done something like this before.<br><br>She was cute, after all, but she was also a nerd. She cosplayed, and she was a furry. So many things that could inhibit her from ever receiving the rough love of a man, especially a man like him. But some nerds could be freaky. So he waited for her to make her move.<br><br>When she did she'd find nearly eight inches of hard length waiting for her, thick and heavily scented with his own kind of musk. He kept himself trimmed, as well so instead of finding a hairy bush she'd have smooth sailing, unless she managed to press her nose to his pelvis in a deep-throat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>29-01-2016, 22:02:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine instinctively arched her back as she knelt with her legs spread wide, thrusting her wide and fleshy rear out behind her. She was breathing hard, her face flushed with embarrassment and excitement. <br><br>She rested both her hands gingerly on Marcus' legs, as if she was scared to touch him. She looked up at him past the notable bulge in his pants, her dark nose wrinkling as it took in deep whiffs of the scent pouring off him. It was intoxicating.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Do you know what to do?" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jasmine's blush deepened, and she glanced down shyly before looking back up and responding. "I...I haven't done it before. I haven't done anything. But...but I want to learn..."<br><br>Her hand shook a little as she reached for his waistband, pulling it down slowly to reveal what hid beneath it. As the length and size of it slowly came into view Jasmine's eyes went wide, her face clearly registering her shock. <br><br>Eventually the member popped fully out, nearly smacking her in the face. She stared at it as if frozen. "Oh...my god..." she whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>30-01-2016, 08:54:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So she wanted to give him an even better view of her furry ass... He wouldn't argue, but he still wanted to touch it, and play with her nipples a little more too. However, since he couldn't do either of those things he would settle for guiding her onto his cock properly.<br><br><strong>"Haven't done anything before? What about by yourself?"</strong> Marcus asked with a chuckle, doubting that she was completely innocent. If she wanted to learn, she must have done something. No girl was naturally curious like that.<br><br>Especially not curious enough to pull his cock out after knowing him for a mere hour or so. Hell, she didn't even have a last name. No one was coming for her, for all she knew he could keep her there, locked up until he was done with her. But he wouldn't do that, no. He'd fuck her and then she could be on her happy, devirginized way to Comic-Con.<br><br>It was remarkable to see her blushing through her fur but there it was, even more noticeable now. Marcus saw her nose twitching earlier, could she have smelled him? Maybe that was what was making her so horny, maybe Jasmine was going through heat, and just happened to have him near her.<br><br>If that was the case, he didn't mind. There was a pretty girl in front of him with his cock out, and she was about to suck it big time.<br><br><strong>"First thing... Make sure you keep your teeth off of it."</strong> he said with a smirk, gathering her hair gently into a wrap around his hand, to where he could simply pull or push in order to move her head to where he wanted. He wondered though, if those floppy dog ears liked to be touched. So he put a finger behind one of them and scratched twice, a little test to see what her reaction would be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>01-02-2016, 20:29:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"By myself I've...done some things..." Jasmine said meekly as her fingers reached out slowly for his revealed shaft. His chuckle caused her blush to intensify. She was a virgin and, even on her own, hadn't done very much. She'd led a rich fantasy life of course, but her actual experience was close to zero.<br><br>He gathered her hair in his hands, making her shiver as he eyes rolled back in her head. Her tail was wagging furiously, her fleshy ass jiggling and bouncing with each swipe. She hadn't been in a state like this before, so turned on that her own tail was stimulating her, spanking her and making her wetter by the moment. Her mind was clouded by lust. There was no turning back now. <br><br>When he touched her floppy ear she gasped and tensed up, whimpering and whining a bit deep in her throat. Her ears were incredibly sensitive, and actually having a hot guy like Marcus touch them...dear lord. <br><br>Between her legs, her little member was fighting the restriction of her panties, and had begun to leak pre-cum like a faucet. <br><br>Jasmine opened her mouth wide and leaned forward, extending her large pink tongue and giving Marcus' cock a long lick from base to tip. Her tongue was much bigger and stronger than a typical human's, and the surface was a little rougher.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2016, 08:28:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Someone like Marcus and someone like her... There was no connection. No similarities, and he could do much better. He had done much better, several times. But it wasn't like they were going out. No commitment, just the fucking that would happen next. And if he liked her enough... Maybe some more later.<br><br>He could easily peer over her and again, saw just how remarkable her tail and ass was. He could see each little ripple in the tight costume, how forceful her tail was on her cheeks. Did it hurt? Or was it just exciting?<br><br>But her whimper when he scratched her ear, he couldn't be happier. The plans to have fun with her were growing even faster than before. Even though he hadn't the intention before of taking her to and from the Con, now he was making plans to stay with her in the hotel, and enjoy the aspects of her exotic beauty. She was utterly lost, and so quickly, it was easy to see with how her eyes rolled back in that ecstasy-filled flutter. But she was still trying.<br><br>What came next almost scared Marcus, seeing that long tongue come out from her lips before sliding up the underside of his length. But she was a furry. Some things were different and he had to remember, but it felt good. The presence of her tongue was more noticeable than a normal girl's, and when she got to the tip a large drop of precum oozed out the tip directly onto her tongue.<br><br>He gave her another scratch on the head, and pulled her head closer, pushing his cock inside of her lips.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>art3mis</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 20:20:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine shivered as she tasted the drop of precum on her tongue, pulling it into her mouth and swallowing it as a reflex, feeling embarrassed and turned on and more than a little nervous. She wanted this so badly, but she was so afraid of how he'd react if he found out...<br><br>Her worries fled her mind as Marcus pulled her closer, his strong hands gripping her hair and ears, and pulled her mouth onto his cock. She reacted instinctively, caressing his length with her soft lips and using her dexterous tongue to engulf his head. Though she wasn't experienced, her mouth was flexible and welcoming, and her teeth never brushed his skin.<br><br>Jasmine couldn't suppress the little whines of arousal coming from deep within her throat, each of which brought tiny vibrations to her tongue and lips. Her fingers gripped Marcus's legs tightly for balance as she inched forward, breathing in his scent through her nose as she worked more and more of him into her mouth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the way to Comic Con (art3mis and Mr BadGuy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr BadGuy</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 19:00:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She got the hint, which made him chuckle as she slowly slid further onto his cock. How she immediately swallowed his precum made him imagine that she'd take his whole load down if he wanted her to. And imagining that only put the image of her lips pressed to the base of his cock, eyes rolled back as he forcefully held her down until he finished shooting his jets of cum into her throat. But Marcus was far from that.<br><br>So was she, only taking in the first couple of inches. He let her go at her own pace until she stopped pushing herself, then he held on to her, keeping her in position as far as she could take him.&nbsp; After counting to a few seconds of that, he then tightened his grip and moved his hips forward, pushing his cock into her throat.<br><br><strong>"You know what deepthroating is right?"</strong> Marcus asked with a smirk, looking down at her face. If she didn't then she was certainly about to find out. <strong>"Dont bite."</strong> The order came quickly as he pushed further into her throat, slowly, until she was coming close to that pelvis. The grip on her hair was tight, if she wanted to resist she would have to think of something else besides pulling away. But if she wanted it, all she would have to do is let him manipulate her body to his pleasure.
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