The statue sat in a private collection, in a room of its own, and various favours paid your way through to today, stepping through the door to see it in person.


The topic was part of the reason photos were hard to come by, as you see; two figures wrapped in each other, in the midst of sex, a red panda lady and a lemur gent, rendered with such detail and enjoyment that thoughts could easily stir under clothes, if one was so inclined.


The value was likely to be the other, as both figures were entirely gemstone, reds and creams and whites and greens, inlays and onlays and other lays, sparkling even in the low light. Impossible, staggering, difficult to imagine how such a piece could stay intact. Excavation, greed, accident; the odds were small.


Rumours, though. The little whispers that told you of its existence, and even that was special. But it wasn't the whole story, as curiosity brought you closer, circling the statue to see on all sides, before daring a paw to touch against one of the-


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You stand, heart racing, reciting the spell that works on you, on your lover, on the sand beneath your feet. You moan, as lemur nibbles work from ears to cheeks, paws dig through your stripes and fondle your chest, but you moan into the spell, syllables that sound strange and oblique to any ears but with power behind the words, shuddering through your bodies, ears pounding. Not a long spell in the end, two recitals, and your shared carnal passions and free intimacy only fuel the fire.
The sand beneath your feet feels wet, as your paws sink into it; still holding smaller lemur up in your arms, once finished your muzzles lock, paws explore his ears and tongues mingle, deep breaths, you can't control yourself and he simply doesn't want to, wrapping tails, stripes and fur, drinking up each others scent, humping your belly fur and squeaking, needily, desperately, there's nowhere he'd rather be.
Down to your knees now, falling further, his feet reach the sand and his frenetic urges start to change, becoming slower and more deliberate, passionate, full of intent. Feet like hands explore between your legs, under your tail. Tongues touch, arms squeeze, you share moments and you sink together, wet sand that smoothes fur, pushes your legs close, bodies too. You let the sand take his weight, positioning yourself, before you bring him up and have his long, slim prod inside you, ohh there's so much, he just keeps going, such a range of noises he makes which you meet with your mouth, chirps and growls and squeaks from your more basic urges, it's so unseemly but it's so excellent, and all your movement in the sand pulls you down further, good that you're ecstatic since he's stuck in there now, stuck with you, so wonderful, he completes you.
Stuck together, vision full of colours as thoughts blur, untamed and full of desire, your dominant side showing, riding lemur and nibbling ears, biting, chewing, such a big red panda skunk getting the best squeaks out of your lover, trapped in ever more sand up to your chest and making the moments count, vigorous and excited, arms getting stuck soon, you can still ride but now it'll be kisses, making out, touched noses, the slick sand slowly claims up to shoulders, neck, beginning to nibble at muzzles, hard to breathe, last breath, deepest breath, mingled kisses, heart racing in ears-
faintly fuzzy vision, jostling and indulging, your body on fire, the edge of hypoxia giving purposeful euphoria to every little motion, every sly thought, lemur and panda starting to think together, push and pull and kiss, as the light grows dim and ears and nose fill your senses focus down on feeling, so much to feel, so glad you're with lemur, always together, everything shivers and trembles and you're, ohh, warmth blossoms over and over, just keeps coming, again, purest sensation, can't stop, can't-


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On the floor, looking up at the statue, suddenly jarred back to the present, your fur prickly and your legs wet with desire, breathing deep. Memories that weren't yours, your body aching and needy from vicarious urges. Felt so real, looking up at the pair, transfixed; so close to them in such a short time.


You stand up, grab your notebook, write down things you remember before they fade into dreams. Like the spell she spoke, the love she felt, the place she and her lover enjoyed their ultimate encounter. It must have been long ago, but the words still had power on your tongue, sending a shiver from head to tail. The rumours were everything you'd hoped, and much more than you could have dreamed of.


Book clutched close, slightly dazed as you headed from the statue to the door, already dreaming of who you could ask to join you…


-fin