I knew I’d found the right building when I could faintly hear the bass thud of music even outside on the street.  It was nearly drowned out by traffic, but as my ears swivelled, I was certain it was there.  Nevertheless, I checked my phone and confirmed the address.  This was definitely it.  The building didn’t look like much from the outside.  A large grey concrete cube, that was two, maybe three, storeys high, windowless, featureless, with only one door on this side.  There was, presumably, at least one fire exit on another side.

I crossed the half-empty car park, having arrived by taxi, and reached the door.  Set into the wall next to it was a small brass plate that bore only one word: ‘Eden’.  Following the instructions I’d received, I knocked on the door.  It swung open soundlessly, and I was confronted by an amazon – a female zebra, towering over me and muscled to match.  She wore a smart men’s suit, but everything about her screamed ‘bouncer’.  She eyed me up and down, but said nothing, only stepped back and waited for me to come in.

Inside was a small foyer containing a desk and behind it, a male rabbit – his fur dyed in clashing rainbow colours.  There was one door other than the way I’d just come in, and the walls were decorated with tasteful black-and-white prints on the theme of the primordial garden.

“Hiiiii,” trilled the rabbit.  “Come on over!  I don’t bite and neither does Trixie. Unless you ask nicely!”  He giggled.

I stepped around the massive zebra, glancing up at her.  ‘Trixie’?  Really?  I stepped over to the desk.

“I’m Paulie, and I don’t know you, so you must be one of our new guests this evening!” He suddenly looked worried. “Unless you’re lost.  You’re not lost are you?” 

I couldn’t help but smile at him. “No, not lost.  At least, I don’t think so.  My girlfriend arranged an invitation for me?”

“Great!  Name?”

“Hickory.  Just Hickory.”  

“Hickory Justhickory?  That’s an unusual surname! I… don’t remember seeing that on the list.”  He started flicking through some papers attached to a clipboard, while behind me, the zebra sighed.

Paulie looked up at me, “Oh! Hickory! Yes. Got you! Sorry about that.  Do you have some ID?  Not,” he hastened to assure me, “because I don’t believe you about your name. We need to see it from everyone.”

I produced my driver’s license and he studied it carefully before handing it back. “Okay!  Your cover charge has been paid in advance, so if you could just read through the house rules, and sign at the bottom, you’ll officially be a club member for tonight.”  He passed me another clipboard and a pen.  

While I was reading, there was a knock at the door and Trixie opened it to let in a cougar couple, both dressed as if for a night out at a good restaurant, except that – to my eye – her necklace was not just a fashion item but a quite functional collar as well.  Paulie greeted them by name, clearly familiar with them, and I stepped to one side to let them to the desk while I worked through the form.  

After a few seconds though, I sensed a presence, and looked up from the form to find the female cougar standing a little too close to me.  She smiled, “A new member for tonight?  So lovely.  I am Tara, my partner is Tristan and I hope we might see see you again inside?”

I smiled non-committally and waggled the clipboard in a ‘I really should get back to this’ way.  She smiled again and followed her partner through the door leading deeper into Eden. I signed the form, and handed it back to Paulie.  

“Yay! Welcome to Eden, Hickory!  Now, I know you’ve just read the form, and you’ve probably read a bit about Eden on the website, but I’ll just go over everything quickly.  Once you go through here, you’ll pass the cloakroom.  You can leave any outerwear there.  Then you’ll come into the bar – the cover charge covers you for soft drinks and well drinks, but it’s cash or card for any food or higher-end drinks.  Past the bar are the stairs up – there’s a lift as well, and behind that, there’s a door into the wet area.  Changing rooms, toilets, steam room and saunas.  Second floor is the dance floor on one side, and display space on the other.  There’s a burlesque show going on through the night, otherwise if you want some space to show something off, it’s first come, first serve when there’s a gap. Third floor is play rooms.  If the door’s open, you’re welcome to go in.  If you need a smoke or just some fresh air, there’s a small roof garden.”

He rattled off the amenities at a rate that made me very glad I had read it online, barely pausing to breathe, and then carried on into the house rules:  “You can take drinks out of the bar, but please, glasses only in the bar itself. They’ll be happy to transfer your drink into plastic for you.  In the bar, dance floor and roof, toplessness is fine, but no displayed genitals or open sexual behaviour.  Wet area, nudity is okay, but still no sex.  Display space, nothing that’s going to make a mess or interfere with other people’s displays.  In the play rooms anything goes as long as its legal and you clean up after yourself. General rule everywhere:  Consent is absolute.  Communicate and always ask.  Looking is fine, but contribute positive energy as an onlooker.  Trouble is very rare, but there’s security on every floor.  You shouldn’t have any trouble finding them – they all look like Trixie.”

I interrupted, “They all look like Trixie?”

She answered from behind me, “My herd-sisters.  We went into business together.”  I nodded. I certainly wasn’t going to get on the wrong side of one Trixie, never mind a herd of them.

Paulie glanced round and seemed to be counting points off on his fingers.  “I… think that’s everything!  You’re quite early, so there’s not many people here yet, but it should get pretty busy later!  May I give our newest member a big hug?”

I glanced round before realising he meant me. He was adorable. “Sure!”

“Yay!”  He quite literally bounded over the desk and swept me up into a hug.  His fur smelled amazing, some sort of floral and spice blend.  I leaned into the embrace for a long moment until he let me go.

“Have fun!”  He opened the door for me.

As I passed the cloakroom I handed in the long coat that made my outfit street-legal for the trip here.  The leather trousers I had on underneath would be fine outside; the mesh top that did nothing to hide my pierced nipples, not so much.  I moved on into the bar.  As Paulie had implied, it was mostly empty.  I could see that when full it would be a cosy space – a mix of booths around the edge with tables scattered about the centre, plenty of opportunity to see or be seen as one preferred, but at the moment, only a few of the booths were occupied by couples or small groups who seemed mostly to be involved in their own affairs, and at the bar, the barman and one lone figure leaning on the counter, holding a small glass of something red.

I wasn’t really sure about what to do.  I’d never been a big clubber, only going dancing when friends dragged me out.  And while I was quite keen on my fetish play, I generally kept it between my and my lovers.  Combining the two was… new.  But the night at Eden had been my birthday present from my long-distance girlfriend, Cassie.  She’d sent me strict instructions to enjoy myself, to tell her all about it later, and maybe learn some new things to try out when we were next in the same place.

I weighed my options.  I could go exploring and see what the club had to offer before it got too busy.  I could get a drink and then go exploring.  Or I could get a drink and try chatting up the other person in here who seemed to be by themselves.  I decided to start with the drink and to get a better look at them before finalising my choices.  I crossed the room to the bar, feeling a little self-conscious, and ordered a cola.  As the barman poured, I surreptitiously eyed the man at the other end of the bar.  A lynx, I thought, although he looked different to other lynxes I knew.  Different breed?  He was wearing black jeans, and an open black leather waistcoat – no shirt.  It was always harder to judge age on white and grey-furred mammals, but I thought he was older than me by some way.  He had that classic middle-aged figure, muscled but with a little softness around the edges, that said ‘I work out, but I can still eat an entire pizza too.’  His chest fur was ridiculously lush, poofing out the front of his vest, making me wonder what it would be like to burrow my face into it.

As I took my drink, I turned to look him over more openly.  He noticed and raised his glass to me. As he did, I noticed a flash of silver from his left ring-finger – interesting.  Married, but here by himself?   I plucked up my courage and approached.  “Hi.”

“Hello.”  His voice was smooth, cultured, with a trace of a foreign accent.  “New in Eden?”

“Can everyone here immediately recognise a new person?”

He laughed. “Not everyone, no.  But the regulars do tend to all know each other.  I hope you enjoy your visit enough to become one.”

“You’re a regular then?”

“Oh, yes.  I’ve been coming since this place opened.  My wife and I used to be here almost every night at one point.”  A shadow passed over his expression.

“Not as often now?”

He inhaled and exhaled shortly before answering.  “My wife’s health no longer allows for visits to Eden.  Nonetheless, she insists I come.  That it shouldn’t stop my having fun.  But… it’s not quite the same.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shrugged slightly.  “If that was an apology, it is not needed.  If it is sympathy, it is appreciated.”  He looked at me.  “And now I have made things awkward and depressing so, please, accept my apologies in return.”  His slightly stylised manner of speech was intriguing me.

“Well, given that we are both here alone and, as you have noticed, I’m new here, would you like to perhaps show me what there is do in Eden?”
“I should be delighted.”  He held out his paw to me.  “Introductions are in order then. I am Uri.”  He pronounced it as Yoo-ree.  

I slipped my hand into his.  “Hickory.”  

He clasped my hand with both of his and squeezed gently.  “An honour.”  He let go of my hand, and looked me over.  “So, tell me Hickory, is there anything in particular you are interested in that we should start with?  Whatever it might be, someone in Eden can probably provide, and I would like to think that I will know who.”

“I’m not sure.  I’ve tried quite a few things before – liked a lot of them, but never in a place like this.  And my girlfriend, she arranged my invitation, she wants me to ‘try something new.’”

“A complete tour then.  Not that I am unhappy about the prospect of spending as much time with you as possible.” He considered me, “Shall we start, perhaps, with the display area?  It is where the most of the people who are already here are likely to be, and then we can return to it again later after there has been some changes.”

“Sounds good. I know about the burlesque up there, but what kind of thing do guests display?”

“Oh, it is for anything that people wish to show off. Or just that they wish to be watched.  Bondage or floggings, most commonly.  It was once used to settle an argument about which of a pair of submissives could take the largest dildo.”  

“Who won?”

“Technically neither.  Their joint Mistress was quite tired of the argument, and demonstrated that she personally could best them by an inch in width and three in length.”

“That sounds like… quite a dildo.”

He guffawed. “She is quite a woman!”  He picked up a small holdall from behind him, then noting my curious expression, “Some basic supplies I like to have on hand. Nothing too exotic.”

“I hope I get to see some them at some point?”

“Almost certainly, if you so wish.”

He led me the way up the stairs to the next floor.  Watching his muscular rump flexing as he strode up the stairs in the tight black jeans he wore was deeply enjoyable.  Reaching the top, I glanced left to see a dance floor – completely empty but for the DJ behind his desk.    Uri caught the direction of the glance.  “I do sometimes wonder if the dance floor is a good idea.  Almost no-one dances unless it is a theme night.  But everyone seems to like having music playing in Eden regardless, so…”

We turned and stepped through into the other half of the floor – the display space.  At the far end, was a low stage, on which a large-breasted bovine was performing a sensuous strip-tease, presumably the burlesque.  Between there and the entry-way, small groups had spaced themselves about – there were no clear demarcations.  It was mostly spectators, arrayed into few different groups.  In one, a lion, bound, blindfolded, gagged was being hoist into the air.  I glanced upwards and saw that the ceiling was studded with numerous hooks and eyelets that could be used for suspension.  In a second, a nude horse was being strapped to an X-shaped cross.    I wandered over towards the third group, where Tristan (who I had seen in the foyer) was starting to work on Tara.  She was naked now, other than her silver collar, and stood still and statuesque, her tawny fur shining under the lamplight, as Tristan begin to wrap coils of midnight-blue rope around her.  His hands were skilled and sure, and knots rapidly began to take shape, as the rope outlined her curves, their colour off-setting her fur, and then he began to bind Tara’s hands behind her.

Tara glanced round the small audience they had gathered and, spotting me, turned her head and smiled at me again in the same way she had in the lobby, slightly predatory, slightly too many teeth.    She turned her head and whispered something to Tristan, who peered round her and looked me over.  His look was friendly enough, appraising but without Tara’s edge. Nonetheless, I glanced away, pretending not to notice.  He returned his focus to his work, and Tara shifted her stance as he pulled a rope tight.

“Shibari,” rumbled Uri from behind me.  “Are you familiar with it?”  I shook my head – I had come across the term but knew little else. He continued, “Japanese rope-binding.  Very beautiful when done well.  It can be used to restrain, or purely for decoration and, ah, stimulation.  You were looking for something new.  Would you be interested in experimenting with this?”

I was… but not with Tristan.  The prospect of being restrained in Tara’s presence did not appeal, at all, no matter how good security and the code of consent might be.  I shook my head,  “I wouldn’t want to trouble Tristan. Besides, it looks like he might be a while.”

I don’t know if Uri read something from my tone or just took my words literally, but he replied, “Well, as long as you are not after something complicated, I do know some basics.  Not to Tristan’s level of artistry, but…?”

I gave it some thought.  I had already put my trust in Uri, and it did look enticing.  I still wasn’t sure I actually wanted to be bound by a man I’d only just met but, “You said it can be decorative only?”

“Yes.  I could do you a ‘rope dress’.  It wraps around the torso only.  No restraints on the limbs.”

“I… I’d like that. Please.”

“You are okay to do this here?” He indicate the display space.  “We could go upstairs.”

“No, here’s fine.”  The thought of Uri’s hands running over my body, wrapping me up, in front of onlookers sent a shiver down my spine of anticipation.

“Over here then.”  He moved towards a clear space and I followed.  He dropped his holdall to the floor, knelt to open it, and took out a bundle of red rope.  He held it up against my white fur.  “It appears that I unwittingly made a good choice of colour when I packed.”  He began to uncoil the rope.  “This can go over your clothes if you prefer.  But it can be more pleasurable if it does not.”

I did not have to consider it for long. I’d always been comfortable with and excited by nudity. I slipped off my shoes and set them neatly against the wall, stripped off my top and then slid down my pants – with a certain amount of effort, tight leather not coming off easily – and set my clothes on top of my shoes, before turning back to Uri.  

He eyed my now-naked form thoughtfully, chin in hand.  “Hmm.  I had wondered what was under those trousers.”

“Problem?” I asked challengingly.

He waved his hand.  “Not at all!  I am perfectly happy with any option.  It just makes some slight difference to the knots.”  He now had the rope entirely unbundled and then folded it in half, tying a knot with a loop in the centre.  “I am going to drape this over your shoulders now.”  He suited word to deed, dropping the rope over my shoulders so that the loop marking the centre point hung between my shoulder blades on my back.  “And now a knot here.”  He brought the two sides of the rope together, his hands brushing the sides of my throat in a way that made me shiver slightly, and tied a knot a bit below the hollow of my neck, at the same level as the knot behind me.

He tapped me on the chest.  “The next knot will go here.  The rope will go around your nipples – but I may brush against them.  This is okay?”  

I appreciated him asking even when I’d already given implied permission to do the harness, and smiled at him.  “You may feel free. Accidentally or otherwise.”

He chuckled slightly.  “Thank you. I hope to take you up on that but, perhaps later, once the rope-work is done, if the offer still stands.”  His hands worked as he talked, tying off the second knot, and then two more, trailing down my front, the rope hanging down, pooling on the floor between my feet.  His paws were strong and sure but gentle, brushing against the fur of my front as he worked, as I stood there naked in the open space for anyone passing by to see.  The air of the club was warm – a sensible choice – but even so, my nipples were so hard they ached with a sweet sensuous throb.  

After the fourth knot Uri paused.  “The rope now is going to come up between your legs, to be secured in the back.  There are options here – I can separate the ropes slightly, so they will run in the crease at the top of your thighs.  I may run the rope centrally so that it comes up between your lips.  Or… I can do that, and also add what is known as a ‘happy knot.’”

I didn’t hesitate. May as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, right?  “I’ll take the knot, please?”  I paused, listened to the words I’d just said and blushed fiercely, my ears turning scarlet.  I was infinitely grateful that Uri was not a canine.  He coughed slightly, covering his mouth with his hand,  probably to hide a smile, and then tied a knot in the rope, so that it hung at my mid-thigh.

“I am going to move round to your side and then reach between your legs.  If you could stand with them slightly apart, please?”    I moved my feet outwards as Uri shifted position,  he passed the length of rope between my legs and then very gently lifted it up from behind so that the soft material made contact with my sex.  He pulled the rope just a little tauter, so that it began to slip between my labia, and then just a little tighter still, causing the knot to press up against my clitoris.  I gasped faintly as the knot made contact and instinctively spread my legs a little wider to give it better access.  

“You are doing well, Hickory.  You are all right to continue?”  I made an affirmative murmur, and Uri ran the rope up the cleft of my buttocks – like wearing thong underwear but far more erotic, and looped it around the base of my tail.  He began the work of pulling the as-yet-unused part of the rope through the loop between my shoulders, and with him now behind me, I had a chance to pay attention to what was in front of me.  We had not acquired an audience.  I suspected that those people interested in shibari would be watching Tristan and Tara – if Tristan was as much an expert as Uri had implied – but I was getting quite a few admiring glances from people passing by.  There was no mirror, so I could only imagine what I must look like.  A white rat, outlined against a dark background, entirely naked but for two piercings and a line of scarlet rope looped around my neck and trailing down my front before disappearing between my legs. Without really thinking about it, I raised my arms to put my hands behind my head, pushing out my flat chest and perky nipples, and wiggled just very slightly.  
“Exhibitionist.” Uri said from behind me, but his tone was not disapproving, merely slightly amused.  I made an affirmative noise.  He continued, “It is good.  But soon you will have more to show.”  He reached around from behind me, his arms encircling me, as he passed the rope round to my front.  His hot breath whispered in my hair as he looked over my shoulder and down my front to see what he was doing, as he fed each end of the rope through the doubled line down my chest and pulled it back to my sides, creating a diamond shape.  He looped the rope back behind me and then repeated, a little lower down, his hands brushing the underside of my breast-buds as he made a second diamond over my sternum, and then a third over my navel.  

After the third diamond, he took the rope behind me and I felt him secure a knot to the loop around the base of my tail, and he spoke quietly into my ear.  “Often, this would be it complete, but as you are being so short, I have extra length of rope.  You are okay for me to continue?”  I nodded enthusiastically, and he passed the rope around to my front again, sliding his paws over my slim hips.  “You may find this… interesting.”   He fed the rope through the rope where it passed over my pubis, and pulled it out to make a fourth diamond.  This one was different though – as the rope pulled outwards, it added extra tension where it passed between my legs, and the happy knot pressed in ever closer against my most sensitive spot.  I gasped and unconsciously rose up on the balls of my feet, but there was no escape from the pressure – not that I wanted there to be.  Uri chuckled, and took the rope behind me to tie a final knot to secure the whole piece.  

He patted me on the shoulder.  “There.  Hishi Karada.  Complete.”  

“Hee-shee Karada?”

“The name of this pattern.” He stepped around me and eyed me up and down from the front.  “It looks very good on you.  You are an excellent subject for this.”

“Thank you, Uri!” I looked down at myself.  I could see the initial criss-cross down my chest – and I could certainly feel the effect between my legs, but I couldn’t see the whole pattern.  “I wish there was a mirror in here so I could see it better.”

“There is a bathroom in the back by the stage.  It has a mirror.”  His tone was faintly mischievous, and I wondered what I was missing.  “I can wait here and keep an eye on your clothes if you wish” he offered.  

“Okay, thanks!  I’ll be right back.”  I took a few steps and then stopped short, as I suddenly found out what Uri’s mischievous tone had been about.  With every step, the ropes around me shifted and flexed across my body, rubbing and caressing me, and the line between my legs, the knot pressed against my clit, shifted and rubbed too.  I groaned and squeezed my thighs together.  I glanced back over my shoulder at Uri, who was grinning merrily as he watched me try to walk.  I gritted my teeth against the pleasure and set out again.  The display space was not large, but as I walked across it, already turned on by my nudity in this public space and now driven to distraction by the constant gentle caress of my sex, it seemed to stretch out into a pleasurable marathon.

I had to stop twice more before I reached the bathroom to catch my breath and quell the tingling in my loins, but eventually I reached the door – from the signage, it appeared to be unisex, which I supposed made sense under the circumstances – and made my way in.  As I entered, I caught sight of myself in the large mirror, and paused in amazement.  The scarlet rope’s tracery over my fur was a gorgeous pattern.  The loops of rope that arced around my nipples even gave the illusion that I had breasts – small ones, but nonetheless!  I stepped closer and as I did saw more details of my reflection.  The way my hair was starting to muss, the stiff prominence of my nipples, and most telling of all, a darkening dampness of the fur at the top of my inner thighs.  “He might say he’s not an expert, but damn, he’s doing a number on me,” I mused.  

I started to run some cold water into the basin.  I needed to cool down otherwise, by the time I got back to Uri, I was going to be ready to fall to my knees and beg him to fuck me.  Us fucking was very much becoming a part of my plans for the evening, but I did want to see a bit more of Eden first.  I splashed my face with chilled water, and ran cool, wet fingers through my hair to rearrange it.  I held my wrists under the running faucet and tried to think unsexy thoughts.  ‘Cold, snowy days.  Freezing cold.  Icy air, blowing on my chest, making my nipples stiff… No!  Try again.’  I sighed, but gradually got a grip on my libido.  Not walking for a bit helped.  Now I just had to get back again.

I crossed back through the display space.  I was becoming accustomed to the ongoing stimulation of the rope harness, and in addition, I paid keen attention to all the little groups I walked past, to distract myself although, given the general eroticism of the displays, this was of mixed effect.  The equine strapped to the X-cross was now being whipped, his top working slowly, allowing the effect of each lash to sink in and the anticipation to build before delivering the next.  I admired the artistry, the dedication to the careful and loving application of pain for pleasure’s sake and wondered if, at some point, I might be able to find a partner to help me develop my own technique.  Or to show me that same care.

Drawing closer to the point where Uri still stood, waiting for me, I caught a glimpse of Tara through the small crowd around her.  Tristan had bound her in a far more elaborate web of ropes than that which Uri had given me.  The ropes wrapped her entire body, securing her arms behind her, as she was gradually turned into an immobile statue of gold and blue.  I could admit to myself that while I was a little scared of her, at that moment, I also envied her.

Finally, I returned to Uri.  He smiled at me, “So, you have now seen yourself properly.  What did you think?”

“It’s beautiful, Uri.  Thank you! And I see what you meant about stimulating, too.”

“It was my pleasure, as it is now yours.  Do you wish me to take it off, or would you like to keep it on for a while?  You should be able to fit your trousers back on over the ropes.”

“Aww, do I have to get dressed again?”  I said, jokingly.

“Trousers, at least, if you wish to see more of Eden,” he replied seriously.  “Not so much if you wish to remain in here.  Or only go to the third floor.  Technically, the trousers are needed on the stairs up, but a minor thing like that may be let slide.”

“Ah, well, since I’m a new member, I should probably be on best behaviour if I want to be a regular, right?”  I stepped over to the small pile of my clothing, and began to struggle back into my tight pants, leaning against the wall for balance.  

“Perhaps, yes.  Although it is a shame to cover up any part of such beauty.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get to uncover it later,” I said without thinking, and then clapped a hand across my mouth, before apologising. 

“What are you apologising for, Hickory?” He asked, seemingly honestly confused.

“That was… that was a little forward, even for me.”

“Do not worry.  I am deeply flattered.”  He held out his holdall.  “Do you wish to put your top and shoes in here?  Otherwise, I am sure that Dixie will look after them.”

“Dixie…?”  I glanced around, and saw a zebra who could be Trixie’s twin, distinguishable only by the styling of her mane, standing by the door, keeping an eye on the activities.  “Trixie’s sister?”

“Yes.”

“Their names rhyme?”

“The whole herd’s do, more or less.  There is also Roxie, Nixie, Siouxie and Pixie.”  I nodded slowly, slightly boggled by the concept.

“Anyway, I’m more than happy for you to have my stuff if you really don’t mind carrying it?”  I placed my top and shoes into his bag, which he slung over his shoulder with no sign of noticing extra weight, although I supposed I was now wearing a fair weight of rope that had come out of that bag first.

We exited the display space into the stairwell, and as we did, the track changed on the dance floor, and a pulsing bass beat began to throb through the club.  Uri’s face lit up.  “Oh! I love this song!”  He turned to me.  “Do you dance, Hickory?  May we?”

Dance? “I-uh… sure?”

He took my hand and near-dragged me onto the empty dance floor, dropping his bag to one side as he went.  He got to the centre of the floor, let go my hand and struck a dramatic pose, one arm raised, and then as the chorus started, he began to dance.  He was a terrible dancer.  Only vaguely in time with the beat, throwing shapes, striking ridiculous poses.  He was a wonderful dancer.  Utterly uninhibited, truly dancing as if no-one was watching.  His joy in the music and the motion shone out of him.  I watched him for a few beats, clapping my hands in glee, watching him go, and then as he held out his hands to me, I did my best to join in.  He took my hands and twirled me about.  We moved together and apart, spinning around each other, in an uncoordinated, glorious, burst of motion.  
“Yes!” He bellowed over the music.  “This is it, Hickory!  Dance! Give ourselves to the music!”

For two verses and a chorus, I let myself be swept away by the beat, absorbed in his passion for the dance, utterly unheeding of what the burst of motions was doing to the rope between my nethers, how my heart was beating faster and faster, the rising tide of carnal energy building inside me.  I could not ignore it indefinitely.  As Uri spun me out and back in, his hand caught against the ropes down my front and the binding between my legs pulled taut.  I spasmed like I’d been tased, as the wave of orgasmic energy crested and broke over me.  I grabbed Uri and pulled myself against him, burying my face in the puff of his chest-fur, breaking him out of his dance. I wailed my pleasure into his fur, humping my crotch frantically against his thigh, as I rode out my climax.

As the song trailed off, so did my orgasm and I went limp in Uri’s arms. I might have fallen, but he held me up.  “Hickory?  Are you all right?”  I couldn’t find words or even the energy to move my mouth.  “...I think we had best get you some fresh air.  I am going to pick you up.”  He paused to see if I would, could object, then crouched, put one arm under my knees and the other under my shoulders and lifted me in one smooth motion, holding me me cradled against his chest.  

Uri bore me off the dance floor.  I was vaguely aware that as we went past the door to the display space, he leaned in and said something to the zebra.  Who was it – Trixie? Dixie?  It all seemed quite far away and unimportant, as my mind floated on a sea of endorphins.  There was a sensation of ascent, and then a rush of cool air over my over-heated body, as we emerged from the stairwell into the garden on the roof.  I was put down gently on a bench.  Uri bent over me, looking into my eyes.  I managed to smile at him, tried to say I was fine, but was still having trouble with words.  

Uri patted my hands.  “I am going to get you some water.  I will be right back.”  He stepped away from me and out of my immediate view.  I sat back against the wooden slats of the bench and made myself breathe deeply and slowly.  Gradually, the aftershocks of my climax began to ebb and my head started to clear.  I looked around with revived awareness.  When I had heard ‘roof garden’, I had thought of a few potted plants, maybe some astroturf underfoot, some tables.  This was more like a ‘roof jungle’.  As far as I could see, the roof was a maze of raised planter beds filled with vegetation, arching up over us.  There were spaces with tables and benches scattered between the planters, one of which I was in, connected by short paths, but the plants provided a degree of screening between them.  There were heat lamps in each square, keeping the temperature pleasant, even in the night.  I could hear murmured conversation on the night breeze from whoever else was up here.

Uri hove back into view, carrying two plastic water bottles, condensation forming on their sides, beading and dripping to the floor.  “Ah, you are looking somewhat revived.  Here, drink.”  He crouched in front of me, put one bottle on the floor and showed me that the second was still unopened, seal intact.  He twisted the lid off and handed me the bottle.  I took it in both hands, still a little shaky, and drank deep, letting the icy water rush down my throat, damping the fires within.  I drained off half the bottle in one long gulp and then gasped for air.  

I sat up and looked at Uri but was too embarrassed to meet his gaze.  “Uri, I am so sorry.  You must think I’m such a young idiot…”

He cut me off,  “Hickory.  Has anyone told you that you apologise too much?”

I paused, then “No? Not that I can recall.”

“Maybe it is just me then that you do this to?”

“There… aren’t many people where in a short space of time, I’ve met them, practically said outright that I want to have sex with them, and then humped their leg while having a screaming orgasm on a dance floor before almost passing out in their arms,” I pointed out. “In fact, I think it is just you, yes.”

Uri raised one whiskery eyebrow.  “Well, it is nice to know I am unique. But Hickory, none of those things need to be apologised for, to my way of thinking.  Your body is very honest, little rat.  It tells me what it wants.  And your mind does not seem to not want these things.  It just feels the need to apologise for the body’s honesty.”

He had me there.  I had liked his hands on my body as he tied me up.  I did, unless something unexpected changed, want to have sex with him before I left Eden that night.  And it had been an amazing orgasm.

Uri continued, “This place is called ‘Eden’ because, in the ideal, we seek to return to that primordial state of innocence, where our bodies, our pleasures and our indulgences, can be celebrated openly. There is no need for shame, for guilt or embarrassment.”  He paused and corrected himself, “Unless that is what you like.  I know people who do.  But I do not think you are one of them?”

I shook my head.  “Humiliation is not one of my kinks, no.”

“Then celebrate your pleasure and your desire.  Do not apologise to me because I have made you happy.”  He smiled up at me from his position still crouched in front of the bench.  “Now, do you mind if I sit next to you?  My knees cannot stay like this very long these days.”  I smiled back at him and then laughed as I patted the bench next to me.  He rose to his feet and sat next to me, putting one arm along the back of the bench behind me.  I leaned in against him,  resting my head against his shoulder, the smoothness of his leather vest soft against my cheek.   His arm shifted from the bench to wrap around my shoulders and hug me gently.   With his other hand, he put the second water bottle between his thighs and twisted the top off, setting it to one side, before taking a long drink.

I thought about what Uri had said, and I decided to take the plunge.  “Uri?  I know I’ve almost said this already, but just to be clear, I would very much like to have sex with you tonight.”

He nodded.  “I would also like this, Hickory. Now? Or later?”

“Later, please.  I think I still need to recover a little from the dancing.  Also, you’ll probably need to untie me at some point first – I doubt there’s room between my legs for a cock and the rope.” 

“You are probably correct, yes.”

“In the meantime… you have been very kind showing me around and indulging my pleasures.  Is there anything I can do for you?  With you?”

He paused before answering,  “There is one thing.  Are you skilled with a flogger, by any chance?” 

“I own one, have used it and had it used on me.  I don’t know if I’d say ‘skilled.’”

“You know enough to know where to be careful of?”

I nodded.  “Avoid the spine, neck, tail, kidneys… most vital organs really.  Focus on buttocks, shoulders, thighs and chest.  You want me to flog you?”

“If you are agreeable.  You are in admirable physical condition – you should be able to administer a thorough flogging, and it has been some time since I last indulged.”

“I’d be happy to help.”

“Thank you.”  Uri hesitated,  “There is one thing I should mention.  I often find the pain cathartic.  If you push me hard… I am liable to end up quite emotional.  If you would prefer not to deal with that, I will stop you early enough that I can retain control.”

I was quite touched.  “If you trust me enough to be vulnerable in front of me, I would be honoured.”

Uri answered seriously, “We have already discussed our mutual intent to do that which makes two people most intimate.  Emotional vulnerability should not be an issue.” 

I chuckled, “You would think, but its amazing how many people – mostly guys in my experience – would disagree.”  Uri nodded.

I stretched, popping my neck and cracking my shoulders.  “Well, I’m feeling much recovered after that break.  Were you wanting that flogging now?”

“If it pleases you, yes – do you have a preference for the display space or one of the play rooms?” 

I shrugged.  “You’re the one getting whipped.  Whichever you prefer.” 

“The display space then if there is a gap.  It is not something that demands privacy. And I will need to get my holdall back from Dixie, anyway.  I asked her to watch it while I carried you up here.”

“Shall we, then?”  I stood, and offered him my hand.  He took it and pulled himself to his feet.  Wea walked together down two flights of stairs to the display space.  This time, as we passed the third floor, I was aware enough to hear the low murmuration of sexual pleasure that blended together from the hallways of play rooms to either side, and a renewed flush of libido tingled through me, as I contemplated an upcoming visit to one of those chambers.  

As we passed into the display space again, Dixie turned to me from her spot by the door.  “Feeling better?  Is Uri looking after you alright?”  

Her concern seemed genuine, and I smiled back up at her as I answered, “Yes, and yes!  Having a great time.”

Dixie smiled back.  “Good! Hope it stays that way!”  I nodded enthusiastic agreement.  

Dixie handed Uri his holdall, then he and I looked around the display space.  It was busier than it had been before – guests had clearly been arriving, and there was no immediate gap, but we noted that someone was being lowered from a suspension bondage session, and no-one seemed to be waiting, so we went over to lurk by that spot ready to claim it once the sub had been fully untied.

As we waited, I turned to Uri.  “Is there anywhere you particularly want me to work on?”

He considered.  “Shoulders, please.”  He then looked at the space we were waiting for and asked in turn, “How would you like me? Up against the wall?  Or we could make use of that bench.”
I thought about it.  If he was standing but leaning up against the wall, he was sufficiently taller than me that I’d be swinging the flogger at my head height.  Do-able but fatiguing and harder to control.  

“Up against the wall but kneeling,” I suggested.  “Puts you at a better height for me.  I suppose I could stand on the bench, but it’s not the most stable arrangement.”    He nodded, and I continued, “Do you need a safeword?”

“It is good of you to ask, but no – we are not doing a scenario.  If I say ‘stop’, I am happy to trust that you will.  Otherwise, you are familiar with traffic lighting?”

“Yep. ‘Green’, you’re good to keep going, ‘yellow’ to slow it down, ‘red’ to stop.”  

“Very well. I think that covers everything.  And the spot is nearly free.”  We looked at the top who was just checking over their bondee’s condition after getting the ropes off.  They gave us a thumbs-up.

Uri unzipped his holdall and handed me a flogger.  The handle was solid and heavy in my hand, wrapped in black suede, a line of brass studs around the base.  Multiple strands of the same soft black suede hung down from the handle, ready to inflict pain and pleasure.

“Okay, I’m just going to try a few practice swings while you get your vest off.”  I walked over towards the wall, and envisioned where Uri would be when kneeling, estimating his height, where his ducked head would go, where my target zone would lie.  I slowly moved the flogger through a few practice arcs, just getting a feel for its weight and how it moved as an extension of my arm, forehand and backhand. I took a few faster swings, listening to the hiss of the strands as they whipped through the air, and then flicked it through a figure-of-eight pattern, controlling the movement using only my wrist.  I thought I had a feel for it, and turned back to Uri to find him standing, vest-less, waiting patiently for me.  I stepped back and gestured to the wall, flicking the strands of the flogger out as I did.  

Uri knelt at the base of the wall, crossing his arms against it, leaning forward slightly to rest his head against his arms.  I moved around behind him.  “Ready,” I said.  He made a noise of acknowledgement.  I swung twice in quick succession, swinging from each side, gently, stroking the tips of the lashes across his shoulder blades, more a tickle than a blow.  

Uri grunted, not in pain but amusement.  “I hope that is not all you have,” he teased.

“Just double-checking my swing now you’re there,” I reassured him.  I swung again, twice more, putting some strength into it this time, enough that even over the noise of the space, and the background bass of the dance floor, I could hear the soft sound of suede impacting fur.  Uri shuddered slightly, not, I thought, in discomfort, but as one does when feeling something one had half-forgotten, akin to that moment of diving into cold water for the first time in a long while.

Another swing, two, then four.  “Green?”  

“Green.”

Two more, and then I switched it up, swinging from the wrist in fast, light strikes.  Each one would sting less, but the rapid impact would sensitise the area – a constant gentle rainfall of impact to prepare the ground.  Uri stretched out, relaxing into my blows, and sighed in… pleasure? Relief?

I broke the pattern, a heart’s beat of anticipation for Uri, and then delivered a hard swing, following through on the swing now.  Uri grunted as the blow landed, the thwack clear to my ears now.  Again.  And twice more again.  Uri was breathing harder now, the motion of his ribs clear from my vantage.  “Green,” I asked again, and again he agreed.

Uri had said he wanted a flogging from me because I was in good shape, and it appeared he could take it.  I braced my stance, squaring my hips, and drew back the flogger for a powerful swing.  I heard the hiss of the tails as they whistled through the air.  The sharp impact as they lashed into Uri’s grey fur.  His gasp as the blow hit.  Now, swinging from the other side.  Over and over, I lashed out.  I was breathing hard now, although not as hard as Uri.  Sweat dampened both our pelts.  And still he did not call ‘red’, or even ‘yellow’.  Just once, “Yes!”

I didn’t know how long I could keep going at this pace, at least not while maintaining the level of control I needed to land the blows accurately.  But I did not want to leave him unsatisfied.  I put my all into the next lash, and Uri howled as it landed.  One more, and I nearly toppled over as I swung from the force.  Uri howled again, and then “Enough!”  His voice broke, and he shuddered and slumped forwards against the wall, his shoulders shaking.
I dropped the flogger to the floor and, stepping forwards, fell to my knees behind him.  I wrapped my arms carefully around his waist and gently drew him away from the wall towards me.  He half-turned and I saw his tear-streaked face, before he buried his head against me and cried against me.  I stroked his head, softly whispering noises of reassurance, as he shook and let out his emotion, tears dampening my front.  

Eventually, the storm of emotion passed, as his sobs ebbed as I continued to stroke Uri’s head, still holding him against me, resting on my lap.  As he quieted, I drew him upwards, to look him in the face.  

“Green?”

He nodded at me, the tracks of his tears still evident down his cheeks, but he was smiling.  “Green.  Thank you, Hickory.” I pulled him into a hug and as I did, there was a smattering of light applause from behind us.  I startled, I’d completely forgotten we were on view.  I glanced around to see a few people gathered around us smiling with approval.  They began to disperse, and I glanced back at Uri. 

“Your flogging technique is quite competent. And we appreciate good aftercare.”  He smiled.

“Is that what this is?” I asked, pressing myself against him.

“Isn’t it?”

“It might be at the moment… but it could become something else, quite soon.”  I rubbed my bare nipples against his chest,  the ropes that still looped around me tightening and flexing as I moved.

“Oh… I see.”  One of his hands wandered down my back, and gripped the rope where it emerged from the waistband of my trousers, pulling the crotch-rope tight and making me gasp.  “You think you can beat me into submission and then have your way with this old lynx, is that it?”  

I put on puppy-dog eyes and gazed up at him.  “Can I?”

He laughed.  “Yes.”  He rose to his feet, drawing me up with him, both of us still pressed against the other.  “Let us take this upstairs.”  He bent to pick up the flogger from where it still lay on the floor, wincing slightly as he did.  As he straightened, he eased his shoulder.  “I am still going to be feeling that tomorrow.  And maybe the day after.  You are, as I thought, in very good shape, Hickory.”

“You’re free to explore just how good my muscles are in a few minutes,” I said pertly, hefting his holdall.  It was heavier than I expected.  “What have you got in here?”

“Your top and shoes.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.  “And…?”

“And a few other toys,” he admitted, smiling.  “I like to come prepared for different options. You may see some more of it soon.”  

We headed for the stairs, and as we went, I slipped my small paw into his large, he squeezed it gently, and we walked side-by-side, me resting my head on his arm.  I let Uri take the lead up the stairs and could not quite resist pinching his bottom, flexing in his tight jeans, as he strode up the stairs.  He yelped in surprise and nearly skipped up the last few steps.  He turned to regard me from the landing of the third floor and made a gentle ‘tsk’ noise at me, but then held out his hand for me to take and drew me up the last few steps to stand next to him.  

Uri looked up and down the two hallways leading through the floor.  “Do you have a preference for how public you want to be, Hickory?”

“Ah… do you?”  I temporised while thinking about it.  I’d had some threesomes.  Outdoor sex as well.  But never sex in front of an audience or in amidst a large group, at least, never by choice.  I dismissed that particular recollection from my mind, and determined to capture a better one to associate with the concept.  

“I am very happy at the prospect of making love to such an attractive young rat, and do not mind how many people know it.”

“Maybe we can find a room that’s empty but has space for a few more people to join us – not many?  Leaving the door open is an invitation, right?”

Uri nodded.  “It is an invitation to come in, to watch, for the people joining to engage in their own passions.  They may ask to do more, but consent is not assumed.  We can probably find a room that has space for four. Or six being very friendly.  If that sounds about right?”  I nodded my agreement.

He led me down one hall and to an open door.  Looking in, I saw a room, with a cushioned banquette around three sides, and down the centre, a table with a padded top – at a good height to bend someone over or, if they were as short as I was, they could even lay down it.  Everything was made to be easily wiped down, and there was a large roll of paper towel out in the hallway.  I could see the possibilities of the room already.   

Uri had gone in first, and was bent over the banquette, going through his holdall.  I nipped in behind him and hopped up onto the table, on my hands and knees.  “Oh, Uri…”  I purred with my best attempt at a seductive tone.  He turned and the look of surprise on his face when he saw me posing on the table came close to ruining the whole effect by nearly making me collapse giggling.  Instead, I lowered my shoulders and arched my back, brushing the tips of my nipples along the surface of the table, as I flicked my tail and wiggled my rear.  Uri approached and slipped two fingers under my chin.  He caressed the underside of my jaw and drew my face upwards, as he dipped his towards me.  Our muzzles met, and I opened my mouth, as did his.  Our tongues intertwined, as Uri’s hand slipped down from my jaw to trace a line along my throat, to stroke over my chest.  His other hand came up to hold the back of my head, fingers running through the short crop of my hair, pressing me against him.

After a few slow, deep moments, our lips parted.  Uri let me go and stepped back.  “You are very lovely, Hickory.  You do not need poses to persuade me of that.  I could see it in the first moment that I laid my eyes upon you in the bar.  I knew even that that I hoped to have you tonight.”  My eyes traced down his body, past that gloriously soft and fluffy puff of chest fur, to the crotch of his pants, where I could clearly see a bulge that confirmed his words.

“Well then,” I said, “We should probably do something about that.  And that’s going to need you to get these ropes off me.  Which means I’m going to have to get naked for you.  Again.”

“A terrible hardship,” he replied drolly.

“I’m sure you’ll make it up to me.”  I swung my legs around and slid off the table.  Keeping eye contact with Uri the whole time, I kicked off my shoes into a corner, and slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my trousers.  With a wiggle, I started working them down over my haunches until they fell free to the floor.  I stepped out of them and another kick sent them to join my shoes.  Once more, I stood naked in front of Uri, but for his rope still wrapped around me.  I turned to give him access to the knots behind me that secured the harness about my torso.

Uri rested his left paw on my shoulder to hold me steady as his other paw began to work at the final knot.  I raised my hands to hold his fingers, and nuzzled the back of his hand with my cheek.  I could feel the rope-work slacken as the knot gave way, and then the exotic sensation of the two strands of rope slithering over my fur like snakes as Uri drew the ends back from the loop about my front.  I shivered slightly against the sensation, but stood still as he worked, freeing the second knot,  gradually unwinding the diamond pattern down my torso.  At last he pulled the strands of rope through the loop between my shoulders and let them fall.  It took a moment to pull free of its new home between the lips of my pussy, but gravity was a harsh mistress, and I gasped faintly as the knot that had been pressed against me pulled away and fell to hang before me.  Uri lifted the loop over my head and it was done, all of the rope now lying discarded in a heap on the floor.  

I turned to face Uri.  “Well, here I am,” I half-whispered to him. “But one of us is over-dressed for what I have in mind.”  He started to shrug off his vest.  I went straight for his pants.  I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands working to undo the fastening at the waist.  As fast as I could get it, I pulled the front of his trousers open and his cock sprang out, nearly smacking me in the nose.   I glanced up at him.  “No boxers?”

He shrugged, vest still half-off.  “You’re not the only person who likes some stimulation while walking around.”

I smiled up at him, and raised my hands to caress the length of his manhood.  I stroked up one side and down the other before reversing, feeling the length and the girth of him, inhaling his faint musk, with my nose nearly touching his tip.  I ran my thumbs over the soft spines that circled his cock, imagining how they would feel inside me – feline penises had always been some of my favourites.  Uri rumbled his pleasure at my touch from deep inside his chest, and I smiled up at him, before dipping my head and opening my mouth.  I stuck out my tongue and gently lapped at the tip of his cock, savouring the mixed taste – a touch of fresh sweat, a hint of salty pre-cum – before shifting forwards and taking him entirely into my mouth.  I couldn’t quite comfortably take his whole length but I sucked in as much as I could as I massaged the base of his length with my hands.  I swirled my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I bobbed slowly back and forth, and his fingers ran slowly, aimlessly through my hair.  

Uri grunted and then said my name softly.  I slipped my mouth off his cock and glanced up at him.  He gazed back, “I’m not going to last too long if you keep doing that.”  

I rose to my feet, while maintaining my hold on his shaft with my hands, and pressed myself up against him, rubbing my face against his fur.  “Then I’d better stop.  I’ve still got plans for your erection. Why don’t you sit down?”  I let go of his cock and, putting my hands against his chest, pushed him gently backwards.  He half-sat, half-fell into the banquette, sprawling against the back, arms outstretched along the top.  I climbed on top of him, kneeling either side of his legs.  I rubbed my chest against his, stroking my nipples against him, brushing the tip of his penis against the cleft of my buttocks, my thighs, teasing him, as I nibbled softly at his neck.  His strong hands caressed my hips, wandering up and down my back and over my ribs as we pressed against each other.

“I’m going to turn around, okay?”  I whispered into his ear.   Uri nodded.  I rose up, resting my hands on his shoulders, and slid backwards from the seat, Uri supporting me with his hands on my hips.  I was just turning around ready to sit back down onto Uri’s lap – and his cock, when I heard people in the doorway.  I glanced around and froze.  It was Tara, and behind her, Tristan, stepping in to join us.  

Tara smiled. It could have been at me or Uri or both, but it felt like it was aimed at me.  Tristan just said amiably, “Hi Uri.  Mind if we join you and…”  He glanced at me.  “Sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.  Anyway, may we?”  

Uri’s reply was equally friendly.  “Tristan, Tara. Good to see you.  It is fine by me if it is fine by Hickory.”

Everyone was now looking at me.  This did not help.  “I...uh…”

Uri slipped his arms around my waist.  “Hickory?  It is okay, whatever the answer.”

“I’m s-” I stopped the apology; I didn’t need to apologise for how I felt.  I took a deep breath and decided to opt for honesty.  “This is probably a ‘prey species’ thing?”  I was in a room with three people all of predator ancestry.  “It’s just that, earlier, Tara, you came across as a little scary.”

Tara looked shocked, and then dismayed.  She seemed to wilt in on herself, like a flower exposed to a blast of heat.  Tristan sighed, “Oh, Tara. Not again.”  He looked back at me, “I am so sorry, Hickory.  It’s an issue we’ve been working on together.”

Tara’s green eyes were starting to glisten with tears. In a slightly choked voice, she said “I’m so so sorry, Hickory.  We-we’ll leave you two alone.”

My heart ached to see the proud feline humbled.  I burst out, “No! Please… please stay.  It’s, I just needed to say that. To let you understand how I felt.  But I know you didn’t mean any harm.  If you still want to stay?”

Tara’s head cocked up from her despondent droop.  “Really?”  I nodded, and she looked around at Tristan.  “May we?  Please?  I’ll be good!”  Her earlier poise and dignity were wholly gone, and I wondered if it had just been a facade.  Now, she was like a kitten, eager to play.

Tristan met my eyes.  “If you’re sure?” I nodded again.  “We’d love to.  And… you call the shots. We won’t even ask for anything, you make the decisions.  We won’t do anything without your invitation.”
 
Uri massaged my back from behind.  “Brave little rat.”  He sounded pleased.

I looked at the two cougars.  “Are you two sexual partners as well?” It seemed a safe bet, but I didn’t want to assume.  They both nodded.  “How about you start getting each other warmed up, while I put some life back into this old lynx.”  I nodded down to Uri’s cock between my thighs, which had softened during all the talking.  

Tristan and Tara were both only wearing simple robes at this point, and it took only moments for them to shed them, literally disrobing, and they took up a very similar posture to Uri and I on the other side of the room, Tara perched on Tristan’s lap.  Meanwhile, I trapped Uri’s semi-erect penis between my thighs and began to slowly frot against him, sliding his manhood through the fur of my haunches.

It did not take much of this treatment before Uri was at full hardness again, and I adjusted my position just slightly forwards on his lap, so that now he was not only rubbing between my thighs, but the length of my moist slit was rubbing along the top of his shaft, gradually spreading a glistening sheen of my moisture over his skin. Every time I sat back down onto his lap, the tip of his cock bumped against my clit, and sent shivers up my spine.  Uri was not letting me do all the work: his arms were wrapped around my sides and his hands massaged my chest, pinching, pulling and teasing at my nipples, occasionally tugging on on my piercings.  My tail curved up and across Uri’s belly, wrapping under his arm and up and over his shoulder, bonding us together.

Across from us, Tristan had one paw playing with Tara’s grapefruit-sized breasts, mauling first one then the other, while his other paw played about her lush belly, teasing and pressing around her navel, occasionally sneaking a finger into that depression, and poking her softly.  Every time he did, she gasped and shuddered a little.  I hadn’t come across the navel as an erogenous zone before, at least not to the extent that it clearly was for Tara.  Experimentally, I ran a finger around my own belly-button and then pressed into it, gently at first, then a harder poke.  It didn’t particularly do anything for me, but I made a note to try it on future lovers, like Cassie next time I saw her.  Meanwhile, I couldn’t quite see what Tara was doing with her hands, which were under the level of the table, but from the faint sounds, I guessed that one was playing with Tristan’s cock, and the other with her own pussy.

My cunt was quite wet by now and Uri’s cock well-lubricated from the excess moisture I had been spreading on it.  Gripping it tight between my thighs for one last rub, I stood and then turned to Uri, holding out my arms.  “Could you help lift me onto the table, please?  On my back.”  I stepped back, so the top of the table was against my tail.  Uri grasped me around the waist and easily lifted me on to the table, and I slid back.  I was lying across the short side of the table, so that my head tilted off the far end, and I regarded Tara and Tristan from a new upside-down perspective – I was pleased to see that I had correctly guessed what Tara was doing: one hand was stroking Tristan, the other had two fingers buried in her depths, working vigorously.

I lifted my legs into the air, rolling my hips back.  I didn’t spread my legs quite yet, but instead asked, “Tara?  Would you like to play with my nipples while Uri fucks me? And maybe I can watch Tristan take you, while you do?”   The two cougars glanced at each other and neither seemed to have any objection to this proposal.  Tara rose up from Tristan’s lap and stood, spreading her legs, and bending forwards over me, her face hovering above mine.  She reached out and her fingers found my chest and began to gently caress me.  From her position only inches away from me, she very quietly said, so probably only I could hear, “Thank you, Hickory. For giving me a chance.”  I smiled back at her, as I replied, equally quietly, “You’re welcome.”  I paused, then continued a bit louder for everyone’s benefit – “May I also play with your boobs, Tara?”  She murred her consent, and I reached up to grasp them, while at the same time, spreading my raised legs to give Uri access to what I hoped he desired, resting my feet on his shoulders.

Half-hidden under Tara as I was, I couldn’t see if the two men exchanged looks or gestures to coordinate, all I knew was that I could see Tristan slip into Tara’s cunt from behind at exactly the same moment that Uri thrust into me.  Tara and I gasped in unison at our joint penetrations, our warm breaths mingling between us.  The walls of my sheath swelled and stretched around their most welcome intruder, and I had that first moment of almost-painful pleasure as Uri’s barbs massaged me, seeming to find every single nerve ending.

Both males started to thrust, and Tara swayed over me with Tristan’s force.  Her breasts swung with each push back and forth and my hands followed them, pinching and tugging at her nipples, as she similarly played with mine.  It had been a long and erotic night – my orgasm was already building and, after the treatment I’d given him, I doubted Uri’s was going to be much later.  I raised my head a little.  “Tara,” I gasped, “Kiss me?”  She arched her shoulders and ducked her head towards mine, and our muzzles met.  It was an awkward, upside-down kiss, but it was enough for our tongues to cross and dance, my soft tongue chafing against her rough one.

I cried out wordlessly into our kiss, as Uri’s thrusts took me past my limit and fireworks ignited inside me, flares of pleasure bursting through my nervous system, and before they could cease, Uri’s grip on my hips tightened as he thrust deep into me, once, twice, three times, as he shuddered and I could feel a spurt of warmth inside me, washing against the entrance to my womb.  It was enough to make my orgasm peak again, and I wailed again into Tara’s mouth as the ecstasy overtook me.

Uri leaned forwards, resting his weight on his shoulders on the table, his head nearly meeting Tara’s.  I shifted my feet from his shoulders, and wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him into me, keeping his cock inside.  Tristan was still hammering into Tara and I continued to play with her breasts and to nuzzle and nip at her muzzle, spurring her on to her own orgasm.  It was not long before Tristan’s grunts announced his own climax, and Tara gasped and went rigid above me, her muscles tight and taut with delight.

Once Tara had ridden out the initial peaks of her orgasm and as my own pleasure started to die back into a lingering glow of satisfaction, I released Uri from the circle of my legs, and the two males uncoupled from Tara and I, staggering back to sit on the sofas.  I released Tara’s breasts, and raising one hand, stroked her cheek gently.  She nuzzled against me, purring softly.

I let my head fall back to hang off the table and saw the dark stain of dampness on the tawny fur of Tara’s thighs.  A very naughty idea occurred to me.  “Tara?  Are you done or would you be up for giving the menfolk a show?”

She hesitated, then “What do you have in mind?”

“I was wondering about licking you clean, and then you could do me.  Or the other way around.  Or both at the same time?”

She sounded delighted, “Oh, please!  May I do you first?”

“Sure.  Do you want to come round to Uri’s side of the table and I’ll sit up?  And, Tristan – do you want to sit next to Uri? That way you can both see.”

Tara straightened up from over me and I sat up, rearranging my self slightly, so I was just balanced on the edge of the table.  Tara and Tristan both made their way around the table.  The three felines rearranged themselves, so that Tara was kneeling on the floor between my spread legs, Uri sat on the banquette to her left, Tristan to her right.  

I reached down with one hand and spread the lips of my pussy with my fingers to show her my pleasure-reddened flesh and Uri’s white cum starting to ooze out of my vagina.  “Cream for you, kitty,” I teased.  She snorted in good-natured derision but did not hesitate to dive in, her long tongue dragging over the whole length of my vulva.  I gasped, “Oh… Oh, fuck, oh fuck yes.”  The rough wetness of her tongue seemed to find every single part of my already sensitive pussy, sending new flares of pleasure through me.  The, after a few more swipes along the length of my slit, Tara sent her tongue delving into the depths of my vagina, seeking out every trace of Uri’s semen within me.  Tara knew what she was doing and my next orgasm built swiftly and erupted, sending more of Uri’s cum flooding into Tara’s mouth on a wave of my own juices.  As I gasped in rapture, I pulled her up and away from my cunt, up towards me and kissed her again, deeply, tasting the mix of my juices, Uri’s semen and her saliva, all muddled together on her tongue.
“Your turn,” I said, once I could form words again.

Before long we had swapped places, or almost.  Tara was sat on the table, just as I had been, but where she had been tall enough to reach me while kneeling, I had to stand and bend forward, pushing my rear back towards Tristan and Uri.  As I was about to bring my mouth to Tara’s flesh, Tristan’s voice behind me enquired, “May we?”

I glanced back.  Both men had raised their hands and were reaching towards my rear.  I nodded and as their hands made contact with me, I lowered my head to Tara’s lap.  Where she had dived straight into my cunt, I started with her thighs. Slowly tracing my tongue through her pelt, lapping up the traces of salt sweat, her juices and Tristan’s seed that had run down her legs. I slowly worked my way upwards, getting closer to her quim, as she purred and stroked my head.  Behind me, both men were tracing their fingers along the my labia, teasing me with soft strokes.  I spread my legs to give them better access, as my tongue met Tara’s nether lips.  I used my hands to spread her open, giving me access to her wet pinkness.  I made little soft swipes of my tongue up one side, teased her clit for a moment at the top, and then worked my way down the other side.  I lapped at the vestibule of her vagina for a while, licking up and swallowing that portion of Tristan’s cum that had flowed out while I worked, before working my way back up to her clit again.

While I licked Tara, one of the men had found my clitoris and was massaging it gently, while the other had inserted a finger into my passage and was thrusting slowly in and out.  They were both going slowly, and it was unlikely to make me orgasm again, but it was very nice, and sent waves of warmth through me.  This position I was in, a rat bent over between three felines, the source of their pleasure, they the source of mine.  It was a very pleasant sensation, of desiring and being desired.

I teased Tara’s clit for a while, until her breath started to grow short, and her hands were clenched on the edge of the table and then, as she had done to me, I pointed my tongue and dove into her warm tunnel, licking and thrusting my tongue into her, like a tiny penis.   She moaned and shuddered and I could taste her orgasm as my tongue was drenched.  I continued to lick and lap and swallow until the peak of her pleasure was past.  I straightened up with some sadness as it removed my quim from the males’ caresses, but made up for it by kissing Tara again, pressing my upper body against her.

I helped Tara up off the table and sat back down into Uri’s lap, sideways on, both my legs over one of his, one arm around his neck, snuggling into him, but facing Tristan.  Tara did likewise, in mirror image, and for a while, we all sat in companionable silence.

I was the first to break the silence.  “Thank you.  All three of you.  But especially you, Uri.  You’ve all made this first visit to Eden something very special, and I doubt I’ll ever forget it.”

Tristan and Tara smiled, but it was Uri who spoke, “And you have been a most wonderful guest and playmate, Hickory.  You have made me very happy this night.  I hope we will see you again, and soon.”

I hesitated and demurred, sadly.  “I very much wish I could. But tonight was a gift from my partner.  And, well, the membership rates for Eden are reflective of its quality – and while I love my job…”    Which was to say, any regulars at Eden would have to be rich and I wasn’t.

I wasn’t sure why, but Tristan and Tara seemed to find something amusing about this.  Tara opened her mouth as if to say something, but Uri raised a hand to forestall her.  “It is fair.  The prices in Eden are no higher than they need to be – but they do limit who can attend.”  He considered me.  “But still, I would like to see you here again, Hickory.  At the end of the evening, I will give you my card.  If you would like to come to Eden again – contact me.  We will speak and discuss what you can pay, and I shall make up the difference. If you are comfortable with this?  I hasten to add, there would be no expectation that comes with this.  You may come and only say hello, or even come on a night when I cannot be here.”  I wasn’t sure I would believe that from most people, but from Uri, I did.

“Uri! Are you sure?”

“Indeed.  I care about Eden and I think you would be an ornament to it.  I also hope that some point you might bring your partner.  If they are like you, I should like to meet them very much.”

“Thank you.”  I snuggled in against him.

He continued, “Or, in the unlikely event you ever need a second job, staff do get free membership for days they aren’t working, if they want.”

I perked up. “Really? So I might run into that cute bunny-boy off reception in here some night?”

All three of them laughed, and Tristan answered, “Paulie?  Oh, yes.  Just make sure you stock up on caffeine if you want to keep up with him!”

“Sounds like a challenge to me!” I replied, and we all laughed together.