You’re kind of surprised to see them split up like this, especially after how they worked in concert barely minutes before. Perhaps it simply means that everyone needs a little time to do their own thing, even if you all came here together. With that in mind, rather than chasing either of them, it’s time to strike out on your own. For a little while, anyways.

 

Those waterslides are looking mighty attractive. There’s quite a few here; some where you’re on a tube or raft, others that you shoot down on your back. How many years has it been since you last did this? Fortunately the park isn’t too crowded, so there aren’t really many lines on each. Being able to jump out of the landing pool and immediately scamper back up to the top and go down again brings with it an odd joy that makes you feel young…er. You feel a bit silly being by yourself, but it’s a small relief not having to worry about what others are thinking or having to wait around.

 

On some of the open slides, you’re able to spot the wave pool on your way down, though you’re never really able to pick out Savannah. You’d hoped she’d look a bit more unique, but at this distance everyone looks kind of the same. Well, the humanoids anyways. Due to how things are positioned you can never quite see the whirlpools and hot tubs though.

 

After running about and doing every slide like, five times each, hitting the lazy river to relax for a bit seems like a good idea. Working your way towards one of the staircases that lead into the sedate river, you cross by the wave pool. Curious, you decide to see if Savannah is still around. You quickly spot that indeed she is.

 

Sitting as close to the wave generators as possible, Savannah is perched atop an inflatable shark. Watching her for a bit, it turns out that every time the waves start, she throws one of her arms into the air and holds onto the shark with the other. Though you can’t hear her over all the commotion of the waterpark, you’re fairly positive she’s yelling the sort of stereotypical phrases you’d expect of her.

 

Leaning against some railing, you can’t help but smile at the spectacle – especially when she inevitably winds up rolling over. Based on how her legs and paws still cling to the shark, she hangs on even underwater. She’s not one to give up easily. Sadly, eventually she has to let go when her need for air overrides her desire to ride the shark, even when upside-down. You wonder if she’s been at this for as long as you were on the waterslides.

 

With a laugh, you continue on to the lazy river, picking up a tube along the way. Once you find a way into it, you sprawl out on your back in the tube, relaxing and closing your eyes. The feeling of slowly drifting about in the warm water with the sun shining on your face seems to melt your troubles away, letting your mind go nearly blank.

 

Eventually, after maybe the tenth or eleventh time around, you start to feel a bit bored by the river. Perhaps you can attempt to emulate Savannah in the wave pool. Looking around, you spot an exit and head over. Unfortunately Savannah seems to have left, but you see the shark raft going unused. Well, if she’s not around, that means you can sneak in some water rodeo practice.

 

Swimming out to the shark and acquiring its use, you then head over to where you saw Savannah stationed. On your first attempt, you roll over nearly immediately. And the second attempt. And the third. And many thereafter. How the hell did she stay upright as long as she did? Clinging to the shark like a drowning man, waiting out the latest series of waves, you hear a familiar voice behind you.

 

“Darlin’, you ain’t none too good at that, are ya?”

 

Turning around, there’s Savannah, floating right behind you. She has a massive smug grin, but the twinkle in her eye bleeds some of the malice from it. You shrug as best as you can while holding onto the shark. Where was she watching you from anyways?

 

“Here, lemme show ya how it’s done,” she says, grabbing onto the raft as well. Have at it, you say.

 

Soon as she’s able, she climbs on, looking down at you. She has a rather… wild and excited look about her. You wonder if she’s ever done any actual rodeo riding.

 

The waves soon come again. Savannah actually manages to hang on during the entire thing, keeping herself upright through all the crests and troughs, no matter how deep they are. And, confirming your earlier suspicions, she does in fact yell ‘yee-haw!’ You’re not sure whether to laugh or be embarrassed.

 

Laughing as the waves die down, Savannah lets herself slide off.

 

“C’mon, let’s go to the hot tubs or somethin’,” she says. “This is fun n’ all, but relaxin’ sounds good right ‘bout now.”

 

You’d hoped to spend a little more time here, but Savannah seems to want you to come with. Sure, why not you say. Lounging in some nice, hot water might be nice. Savannah beams when you agree to go with her.

 

Arriving at the various whirlpools, you notice Clare isn’t anywhere to be found. Well, staying in a hot tub for that long would probably be rather unhealthy. You wonder where she’s gone off to. Well, no matter, she’ll show up soon or later. Savannah picks out a small tub that’s unoccupied and waves you over, then dips into the water.

 

“Ahh, that’s the stuff…” she says in a relaxed, hushed voice.

 

Before you can even respond, her eyes are already closed and she’s leaning back against the side. Smiling and shaking your head, you enter the water next to her. The hot water does indeed feel nice. After a few minutes you’re struck with the acute realization of being hungry. You figure the girls must be as well. Maybe it’ll be time to leave soon and obtain some dinner.

 

Savannah appears to be asleep, or very nearly. You poke her a few times and get no response. Hmm. Looking around the area, you see that you’re relatively alone. It’s probably a trap, so you decide to wait things out.

 

You close your own eyes and sink into the water, letting yourself go mostly limp. After some time has passed, you feel something close to your face. Opening your eyes, you see Savannah’s face inches from yours to the side, sporting a small scowl.

 

“I give ya a chance like that and ya don’t do anythin’,” she says, shaking her head.

 

A trap indeed. Smiling, you tell her that you’re on to her tricks.

 

“Aw, that ain’t no fun then,” she says, leaning against you. You tell her that there’s tonight and tomorrow, and besides, there’s people around right now. It’d be risky.

 

“It’s more fun when there’s danger…” she says, trailing off. After a few moments pass, she speaks up again. “Hey… I had a lot of fun today. Thanks for thinkin’ of me.”

 

Anytime, you say, throwing an arm around her shoulder and turning to to look at her. She looks at your hand, then at you. Then, before you can react, she gives you a quick kiss on the lips then darts back.

 

“Yer a real sweetie, darlin’,” she says with a warm smile.

 

With that, she stands up, exiting the hot tub.

 

“C’mon, we should find Clare and split. I’m kinda hungry, ain’t you?”

 

Yeah, you say. Let’s go find her. But, speaking of Clare, this was largely her idea.

 

“Ya, I know, but ya went along with it didn’t ya?,” she says, a sly grin spreading on her space.

 

“Don’t worry, I plan on doin’ somethin' for the both of ya.”

 

--

 

Searching around the park, you find Clare asleep on a sun chair. At least you know she didn’t miss you two too much. Waking her up, she yawns and stretches, then smiles at you.

 

“Ah, what time is it?” she says, talking through another yawn. You shrug, saying you don’t know the exact time, but it’ll be dusk soon. Clare looks around the sky briefly. “Guess I was asleep for a while, huh.”

 

You mention that you all should probably get something to eat considering the day’s events have left you and Savannah kind of famished. Clare nods her agreement.

 

--

 

Back in your normal clothes and exiting the water park, the three of you start talking about where you’d like to eat. Savannah and Clare can’t seem to come to an agreement, so they look at you to be their answer.

 

“Let’s go to a steakhouse,” Savannah says. “Why not a seafood place instead?” Clare counters.

 

You opt for the third option, casual diner. It might have both, you say. Neither of them seem particularly pleased that you’ve dodged them, but they reluctantly agree to your idea. Searching for a place on your phone, you find one that’s not too far away.

 

At the restaurant, you’re all directed to a booth, and you’re the first to sit down. Looking back at Savannah and Clare, they seem to glance at each other before turning back to you. A long pause later, they elect to sit together opposite of you. That was kind of weird, you think. Otherwise, it’s a nice, uneventful meal. Savannah pays, then you’re all piled into the truck again.

 

It’s not quite evening yet, but the moon and stars are already visible.

 

“How about we jus’ turn in fer the night?,” Savannah says, lounging back on her bed.

 

Clare frowns, then looks at you.

 

“It’s still so early though. Let’s go do something.”

 

You ask her what, and she pouts a little.

 

“I don’t know - something.”

 

You wish she would be a little more helpful.

 

>>What do you say/do [S32]

 

Hmm, Clare is probably feeling a little neglected from the day’s events. You tell her to hold on a moment, then exit the truck while waving to Savannah to follow you. Clare is giving you one hell of a suspicious look.

 

Outside the truck, you keep an eye on the cat to make sure she doesn’t pull any bullshit like going invisible and teleporting to you to eavesdrop. Whispering to Savannah, just in case, you ask if the top of her truck is… sturdy enough for the three of you, and if she has some thick blankets.

 

“What’re you plan-...oh, I see,” she whispers back, a lewd smirk curling one side of her face. “Yeah, it’ll be fine.”

 

Then you ask her if she can drive the three of you somewhere away from the city, to get away from the light pollution.

 

“Star viewin’ huh? Didn’t think ya to be a romantic like that,” she says, giving your shoulder a playful shove. She’s sharp. You can’t help but smile in response. Savannah looks over at Clare; she’s looking at the two of you curiously.

 

“I guess it’s fair considerin’ all ya did for me today.” Savannah turns back to you. “Did ya just want to be with her up there?”

 

The thought had crossed your mind, but for tonight... You shake your head, saying that no, it should be a group activity for once.

 

Savannah’s smirk spreads across her entire face. “Sounds like a plan,” she says, shaking your shoulder as she hops back into the truck and makes straight for the driver’s seat. Clare has her paws on her hips now, looking at you through a squinted eye.

 

“What are you two up to?”

 

 You shrug your shoulders, then tell her it’s a mystery. Taking a seat in the back, you invite Clare over. She approaches you cautiously, then sits down next to you. Giving the fluffy cat a big hug, you tell her thanks for the day; you had a lot of fun and Savannah appreciates it too.

 

“W-well you know…”

 

Seems like she’s weak to direct attacks. Or at least, she is after her little confessional. You talk with Clare about this and that; trucking, things you’ve done together, and so on until you sense that the truck is parked. Looking out one of the side windows, you see that you’re surrounded by grass. Time sure seemed to have passed by quickly.

 

“We’re here kids,” Savannah says with a smile as she pokes into the back. Clare raises an eyebrow as Savannah rummages around for a few blankets then walks out. Following after her, you tell Clare to come on.

 

Outside, Savannah simply flies on top of the truck. Huh, guess those wings weren’t for show after all. You’re stuck climbing up the hard way. Once on top, you see Savannah has already laid everything out. Clare is standing at the bottom looking at you two, then she vanishes and reappears next to you.

 

You attempt to not appear too envious of them as you sit down on the blankets. It’s not quite as plush as you had hoped, but it’ll do. Besides, the warm breeze feels nice. This was a great plan, no, the greatest of plans. Savannah plops down next to you, then the two of you stare at Clare.

 

“What’s all this about then?” she says as she sits to the other side of you. Throwing each of your arms around the both of them, you flop back and drag them with you. “...What are you doing?” Clare asks, though you just point up at the sky. She follows your finger, looking up at the stars, then falls silent.

 

Out here, away from the lights of the cities, you gaze out into the night sky. Hmm, have you ever done this before? Just gone out to look at the stars?

 

Glancing to either side of you, both the girls are also looking straight out. They haven’t said anything since Clare sat down. For some reason, staring at those little balls of plasma and fire thousands, millions of light years away makes you feel a little introspective. It’s been only a week since you got removed from your former home, since you were essentially disowned, and yet… you don’t really feel as down about as you think you ought to be. You really have forgotten your problems when you’re with these two.

 

You also realize just how quiet it is here. With the truck off, all you can hear is the sound of the wind rustling the grass and trees. There haven’t been any other vehicles driving past in several minutes now. Though looking down towards the ground you realize you’re not exactly near any roads. Looks like Savannah drove quite a ways through some grass… how’d you not notice?

 

Blinking several times, you resume your introspective star-starring. For the first time in your life you feel… free? It’s hard to describe. It’s like being unshackled from your family and their expectations has lifted a burden from your shoulders - one you never wanted to bear anyways.

 

Lost in your thoughts, you almost don’t notice Clare scooting over to press herself against you. She’s still looking up though, but you take her hint and wrap your arm around her shoulders. Smiling, she reciprocates the gesture.

 

Looking over at Savannah, her paws are behind her head now, one leg resting atop the other. She glances at you and Clare out of the corner of her eye, but doesn’t say anything. You can see her mouth is bent down into a slight frown though. You don’t really want Savannah to be left out, but she appears to be allowing Clare to do as she wants… for now. Speaking of which, Clare keeps inching her face closer to yours. It’s kind of obvious what she wants to do.

 

Though you’re sure Savannah would probably feel jealous.

 

>>What do you say/do? [S33]

 

You had kind of hoped to enjoy the sky a little more, but you think you can put that aside to enjoy the woman that’s cuddling up against you. Clare’s face is so close you can feel her breath on your cheek and neck; not the most subtle of advances. Turning your head, she instantly takes that as her cue and kisses you. The first few kisses are light, almost chaste, but soon she holds them longer, and begins to slip her tongue into your mouth.

 

Her arms and paws wrap around you, searching out your hands. Though it’s a little awkward to hold hands… paws with her, as soon as your fingers intertwine with her fuzzy digits she seems to reach a new level of arousal. Pulling herself on top of you, she begins to smother you in kisses, alternating between deep ones, shallow ones, and even occasionally nibbling on your lips.

 

The intensity of her passion is quick to make you hard, especially when her crotch is grinding against yours. As your dick stiffens and begins to rub against Clare, you can feel her own member rubbing against you as well.

 

Suddenly she breaks her handhold, and begins to strip her clothing off, then yours. First her shirt comes off, freeing her soft, malleable tits. Then, with a little bit of help from you, she removes your shirt. Before the next article of clothing is discarded however, she presses against you to deliver several more deep, long kisses. By now she’s almost gasping with desire.

 

Next she shimmies out of her pants, doing her best to remain close to you as she works them off. Lending her a hand, she smiles broadly at your assistance, then helps you remove your own.

 

“Wanna help me remove the last… obstruction?” Clare says, smiling down at you.

 

Nodding and reaching to slide her panties off, you see she’s already got the process started – her throbbing erection has managed to work them down partway. Reaching up to slide them down her thick hips, you see a little bit of pre-cum begins to dribble from Clare’s tip. Her snatch has already flooded her panties and started to trickle juices down the inside of her thighs. Once you’ve removed her soaked undergarments, she pins you down with one paw and strips off your underwear with the other, gasping with joy as your cock is exposed.

 

“It looks like we’re both happy to see each other,” Clare says, looking at your cock then her own; a lewd smile adorning her flushed face.

 

With her kneeling over you, you’re a little worried about things going places you don’t really want them to go. Fortunately Clare simply drops back down top of you, resuming her passionate kissing. Though now without any clothing in the way, you can feel her large breasts mash against your chest, her mid-section rub against yours, and, her pre-cum slathered cock sliding against yours. The sensations summon forth ample quantities of your own lubricating fluids to grease the proceedings.

 

After a time, once Clare has decided that there’s enough of the slippery love covering the both of you, she begins to rock her hips up and down gently. The soft nubs that cover her dick grab and massage at your member slightly, giving it a rather unique feeling. One you want more of.

 

Wrapping your arms around Clare, you draw her tight against you and begin to lift your own hips up in time with her movements. The entire time your tongues wrestle and dart, with the occasional moan from Clare filling your mouth. Continuing for a while, you begin to hunger for something a little better than simply rubbing against her cock with your own.

 

“Looks like ya two are havin’ a good time, mind if I join in?”

 

Sounds like Savannah has the same idea.

 

Breaking your kissing with Clare, you let her go as you look to your side. There’s Savannah, standing above the both of you entirely nude. From this position you can look nearly straight up at her glistening labia, then notice the ends of one of her paws is damp. How long had she been watching you two, masturbating to the spectacle? One thing you don’t see, however, is her tail.

 

As that thought crosses your mind, the tail makes itself known to you. And from the moan Clare let out, it’s apparently ensnared both of you at the same time. Looking down between Clare’s body and your own, there’s Savannah’s tail, firmly clamped around your cocks. Glancing back at Savannah, you see she’s trembling now, then she slowly drops herself down, resting on her ass with her legs splayed. Her positioning has been very purposeful; her sex is rather close to your head.

 

Though you’re not able to think about it too much as the tail begins to suck and squeeze, pulling a small moan from your own throat as it begins working on your sensitive, pre-cum covered cock. With Clare’s cock in the same hole, it doesn’t feel quite the same as it did before. In fact, you’d say it was even better. Suddenly the cat drops down on you again, her face to the side of yours. Searching out your hands, she again interlocks her paws with your fingers, almost pinning you against the ground. Gasping, panting, and moaning into your ear, you can feel her hips bucking in random spasms with every sensation from the manticore’s tail.

 

Despite the pressure being exerted on your dick and Clare’s from Savannah’s vice-like tailpussy, Clare’s cock is still able to glide across yours, though the nubs almost feel like they’re digging in as they scrape down the bottom of your glans and shaft.

 

With less room in the orifice than before, it’s tighter than ever. Every undulation, every ripple, every contraction of the flesh inside Savannah’s lewd tail squeezes, sucks, and massages your cock. With your shaft being mashed against Clare’s so tightly, you can feel every twitch and jump of her raging hard-on. Soon you’re bucking your hips unsteadily into the orifice, alternating in time with Clare to provide the greatest amount of movement as you slide against one another.

 

With your focus entirely on your cock, you don’t even notice Savannah masturbating furiously, working her cunt like a demon. Her sudden cry of pleasure snaps your attention to her briefly, just in time for her climax to spray out in a trickling arc, splashing across Clare’s cheeks, back of her head, and your face. Some of her tart, sticky fluids get into your mouth. Initially you don’t care much for the flavor, but within seconds your feel a warmth; a primordial desire welling up within you.

 

The contractions of Savannah’s orgasm seem to be mirrored in the tailpussy – it clamps and squirms in tight, random bursts that elicit a long moan from Clare. You feel at your edge as well, the pressure of a rising orgasm filling your groin. Moments after her moan, Clare’s grasp on your hands tightens.

 

“Fuuuck you two are so gooood,” she howls, biting her lip to quiet her own voice. As she speaks, you feel a long tendril of pressure work its way across the bottom of your cock. Clare’s own orgasm. As soon as the cat spunk breeches the tip of her cock and spews free, she lets out another howl, then goes stiff against you.

 

The sensation and knowledge that Clare has reached her peak finally brings you over the edge, your own thick semen erupting in forceful spurts into Savannah’s tail. Every one of your powerful jets seems to be mirrored by Clare, the two of you working in concert to fill up the fuckhole with all you have to give. Having Clare atop you, moaning in pleasure as you both orgasm and shiver into the same fleshy orifice gives a mental edge to the physical bliss, causing even you to give small groans and moans of carnal joy.

 

Long after you’ve blown the biggest load you’ve ever had inside the manticore’s tail, you can feel Clare still spasming and bucking, her urethra still distending and pressing against your dick as she continues to pump out load after load of hot, ropey cum. Finally, mercifully, the cat’s cock seems to cease its endless eruptions, and Clare goes limp against you.

 

Looking at Savannah, she appears to have thoroughly enjoyed lovefluids the two of you have given her. She licks her lips in satisfaction, staring you in the eye. Her tail continues to suck and tug on you and Clare in what might be considered a gentle fashion, before it releases and she withdraws it.. You expect volumes of semen to dump out, but the only traces lleft behind are the thick, clear fluids that her tail produces for lubrication. She’s managed to drink all of your and Clare’s love.

 

In the relative calm afterglow of your sexual escapade, you can feel Clare’s cunt is still drooling, coating your thighs in a warm stickiness. She’s probably going to be ready to go again soon, but you’re feeling rather spent after that massive orgasm.

 

Eventually Clare rolls herself off of you, smiling and gazing into your eyes.

 

“All set for round 2?”

 

You knew it. You explain that you don’t think you’ll be able to do anything for a little while. You expect Clare to look disappointed. Instead, her eyes narrow and an almost nefarious grin appears. Oh no.

 

“I can help ya with that little… problem, darlin’,” Savannah says, holding her tail.

 

The spines.

 

After seeing what happened to Clare, you’re a bit… hesitant, and explain as such to Savannah. She shrugs.

 

“It’ll be fine, don’t ya worry none. I’ll just give ya a little prick so ya don’t get a whole dose.”

 

Well… you think about it. Going some more rounds with these two would be heaven, in exchange for probably being tired as hell tomorrow. It’s worth it, you conclude. Nodding your head, Savannah smiles and plucks one of the thorns from her tail, then the rest of them retract. Reaching over, she lightly sticks the tip of the needle into your arm, then withdraws it quickly. It hurts, like getting stuck by a needle, but almost instantly the pain transforms into a kind of hot pleasure. It’s still painful, but it feels… good.

 

Savannah begins to grin, flashing and rubbing her cunt at you. Almost instantly your cock begins to twitch and perk up, reaching a rock-hard zenith in moments.

 

“Yay~ He’s ready to go again,” Clare says enthusiastically, running a circle against your chest with her paw. The fluffy, soft sensation has taken on a new level of pleasure. It hasn’t even been a minute and you’re already worried about becoming addicted to Savannah’s potent brew.

 

Bring her face closer to whisper into your ear, Clare whispers. “How about we thank her for what she’s done?”

 

Looking at the lewd cat, you wonder what she’s talking about. She points to her rising erection, your diamond-hard cock, and then to Savannah’s nether regions. Suddenly you have achieved enlightenment, and agree with her plan.

 

Moving with alacrity and speed that you didn’t know you had, the two of you pounce on Savannah, holding her in place. “W-what are ya two doin’?!” she says, panic seeping into her voice. She must be used to being the more dominant one in sex.

 

“Do you want the front or the back?” Clare says while the two of hold down the struggling manticore. At the cat’s words, Savannah goes silent and motionless.

 

“I… I’ve never had it both ways at once…” she mutters, looking curious now, a little sparkle in her eye.

 

Front or back, huh? You haven’t fucked either of her orifices yet, so it’s hard to decide. After a few seconds, Clare seems to have decided for you. “I’ll take her pussy then~”

 

Well, at least you’ll be able to fuck Savannah’s glorious ass now. There was no real losing with this choice. But now, how to proceed? Again, Clare seems to have the answer. Letting go of Savannah, she lays down, slapping her thighs.

 

“Let’s get started~,” she says with a wink, looking at Savannah. After a little hesitation, Savannah moves over the cat on all fours, then lets her hips drop down, impaling herself on Clare’s cock. Both of them let out a little gasp. Your cock trembles in excitement. Once Savannah’s pelvis reaches Clare’s, she looks back at you, swinging her tail out of the way. Then, spreading her ass cheeks with her paws, you can see her tight ring quaking, as if inviting you forward. She then issues you a command.

 

 “Get over here and fuck me!”

 

Nodding and gulping, you drop to your knees and position yourself behind the manticore. As she lets go of her cheeks, you take over, massaging and rubbing her ass with your hands, squeezing here and there as you enjoy the marshmallowy softness.

 

“What did I say? Fuck me!”

 

She’s rather impatient, but it seems Clare is as well. The cat has begun thrusting her hips up into the manticore, her paws massaging and groping at Savannah’s swaying breasts. Not wanting to waste any more time, you press your still-wet cock against her asshole, rocking slightly in time with Savannah’s hips as she and Clare work together.

 

Then, pressing forward, you’re pleasantly surprised by the resistance of the manticore’s asshole. It takes considerable effort to slip your glans in; she must not take it up the ass as often as Clare. Savannah’s asshole becomes almost impenetrably tight every time Clare buries herself in the manticore’s cunt. Then as Clare withdraws, her ass relaxes enough to allow you to continue. As your inches gradually slip in, you can feel the heat of her guts envelope your glans and shaft. After what feels like hours, you finally bottom out in her, relishing the sensation of her asshole gripping and twisting on your shaft in time with every one of Clare’s thrusts.

 

“Oooh fuck,” Savannah moans in ecstasy, already lost in the sensation of having both her tender holes filled with dick. With every thrust from Clare, Savannah’s pussy squelches noisily as more fluids squirt out from small gaps between her labia and Clare’s cock. She’s one hell of a wet and wild ride.

 

Pulling your hips back to extract yourself from Savannah, she lets out another moan from having her ass turned inside-out, furiously clinging to Clare. Looking to the side, you can see their tits are mashed tightly together now, jiggling ever so slightly with every motion. Savannah’s ass and thighs, however, are not quite as impeded. You give her a swat on the ass as you push back in, causing her to gasp and her asshole suddenly contracts tightly. Clare lets out a hiss as well; likely both her holes clenched down..

 

You had wanted to maybe tease Savannah a little, but you can’t take this. Trying to tease her is only tormenting yourself. With both of them moaning and howling, fluids everywhere, and the tight, wet, heat of her asshole, you can only think of your own orgasm.

 

Bending over and wrapping your arms around Savannah’s midsection, you ready yourself with a deep breath. Then you unleash everything you’ve got, slamming in and out of her asshole at the most breakneck pace you can think of. With your position, you can look down at Clare, and see her eyes and jaw are both clenched tight. She’s probably already near her climax.

 

Savannah lets loose a scream as your inches slam in and out of her poor orifice, each thrust taking a fraction of a second. Pulling yourself back just enough to almost completely remove your dick from her ass, you plunge right back in without stopping; without mercy. Every time you bury completely inside her, a small thundercrack of flesh echos into the night. The constant, unending slapping sends her supple ass and hips into a rhythmic ripple. The lewd slapping is apparently appealing to Clare as well, as she opens an eye to look up at you and smile through clenched teeth.

 

“Yeah,” she pants out, “fuckin’ give it to her! Fill her ass up!”

 

Panting and gasping into Savannah’s hair, she’s finally the first to cum, though you and Clare tie yet again. Burying her face into the blanket next to Clare’s head, she screams and moans as a powerful orgasm tears through her, causing every muscle in her body to tense and relax in rapid succession. Her wet orgasm impeded by Clare’s cock builds up in pressure, then finally works its way around the tight seal between cunt and cock, spraying out with significant force. The fluids douse your legs, even spraying up to your wet your balls as they slap mercilessly against the bottom of her labia.

 

Gritting your teeth as your own orgasm wells up, you squeeze the manticore tightly as your cum jets out into her guts, spraying her insides with a pearly coating. Your hips buck up uncontrollably with every lance of semen you let out, every drop of semen you loose into her ass. Clare hits her peak at nearly the same time, moaning and gasping in time with every thick rope of catspunk she unleashes. Her pawns reach up to press Savannah’s hips down into her own as she bucks up wildly, lifting all three of you partially into the air. Her moans almost turn into cries as she frantically, desperately shoots her creamy seed into the manticore’s cunt, struggling to impregnate her friend.

 

You stumble backwards, slumping down onto your ass. From this vantage you can see Clare’s testicles twitch and pulse with every thick load she unleashes. How many has it been now? What you wouldn’t give to be able to cum that much.

 

Finally, Clare’s fury spent, the two of them along with yourself collapse, panting for air. Savannah’s ass is still facing you; you can see ribbons of cum leaking out of her asshole, whereas thick blobs randomly eject themselves out of her cunt. Clare must’ve unleashed a fuck ton into her.

 

As the minutes pass, your erection is still ready as ever, pleading with you to shove it in another moist hole. Well, you just fucked Savannah, so how about Clare? Crawling over to Clare, she’s rolled onto her side, leaving her ass completely defenseless. Her vagina is tempting, but her asshole greater still. Giving Savannah the assfucking of a lifetime makes you want to give Clare the same treatment.

 

Moving in behind her, you hoist her top leg up.

 

“What are you doing?” she asks, slightly confused. She looks down at her leg, eyeing your cock as it approaches her ass.

 

With both of you on your sides, you slam yourself into the cat’s ass in one smooth motion, her tight ring was surprisingly accepting. Clare lets out a long, cat-like ‘Nyaaa’ as you hilt her. Her semi-flacid cock twitches, releasing a few more sticky tendrils. That won’t do at all.

 

Much like your first night with her, you reach over her front and begin to stroke and her cock, rubbing and massaging it back to life. Her whole body shivers as you work around her glans, and soon she’s ready to go another round. Satisfied, move your hand from her dick to her leg, hoisting it up again as you begin to plunge in and out of her tight asshole.

 

Turning her head, she grabs the back of your head with a paw, forcing you into a deep kiss as you piston in and out of her. Your free hand works around from under her head to massage and caress one of her large breasts, flicking and toying with her nipple.

 

By now Savannah has roused again, and sets to work immediately. Apparently your assfucking has left her hungry for more, as she backs up into the cat. Setting herself up, she guides Clare’s cock against her asshole. Slamming hard into Clare’s asshole, she times her own hips and pelvis to work her cock into Savannah in time with your own. Clare thrusts forward as you pull out, then extracts herself from the manticore as you plunge deep inside.

 

Savannah lets out a gasp almost instantly, and the combined feeling of penetrating and being penetrated forces Clare to break off her kiss with you. She’s moaning wildly, chanting ‘Fuck’ over and over under each short, ragged breath. Savannah seems to be enjoying Clare’s dick even more than yours. It makes you curious about those nubs that run along her shaft. It’s almost… tempting.

 

Savannah’s tail is thrashing about wildly as she toys with her cunt as Clare slams into her ass. From this angle, every time your cock bottoms out you can feel your glans hit something that’s hard, pliable. And every time your strike it, Clare’s asshole constricts and Savannah gasps. Though Clare just came not long ago, your constant probing of her ass has accelerated her orgasm. With a hissing moan, her movements slow to a halt as she once again unleashes a flood of semen into Savannah, though this time into her ass rather than her snatch.

 

Sawing in and out of her delicate flesh while she’s emptying her bottomless balls into her friend is an exhilarating experience. It feels like not just her asshole, but the walls of her colon are clamping down around you. Still, you already filled up one ass with cum. You want to deposit your load somewhere else.

 

With one sharp movement you free yourself completely from Clare, causing her to look at you in wonder, then in the same movement you plunge deep into her cunt, striking against her cervix in a vicious thrust. The final plunge is just what you needed, and you let loose into her cunt, filling up her greedy womb with your seed. Sadly you don’t have much to give, as your previous orgasms have left you mostly spent.

 

The two of the moaning softly in unison as they’re cumming and being filled with cum is music to your ears. You honestly want to try for round four, but you are utterly spent, mentally and physically. It’s only thanks to Savannah’s barb that you were able to go as long as you did.

 

Your eyes growing heavy, far too heavy, you nod off to sleep, Clare still in your arms, and Savannah in hers.

 

--

 

The following morning is spent cleaning up, mostly. Most of the sticky love fluids dried, leaving an unpleasant… crust wherever they were, including all over your bodies. Using a few bottles of water to wash some of it off, the three of you head to grab something to eat and shower. Bellies full and bodies free of semen and vaginal secretions, you all elect to lounge for the day.

 

“Last night was something else~” Clare says, a happy chime to her voice.

 

“Yeah, somethin’ else all right.” Savannah rubs her posterior with a paw. “I still can’t walk quite right. You two fucked me too hard,” she says with a pained voice and expression.

 

“Well,” Clare begins, looking at you then back at Savannah,” We can’t help it that your ass is so good.”

 

You agree, but then quickly add they’re both great. If only you had more stamina…

 

Savannah sighs, rolling around on her bed.

 

“If ya had more stamina I probably couldn’t walk at all…” she says, cut off by her own yawn. “But, I think today is best for relaxin’.”

 

She’s probably right. You feel like taking a nap yourself, and you recall that Savannah had earned the right to cuddle with you next time… and you suppose this is next time. Clare seems a little envious, but she elects to leave the two of you alone while she heads to the top bed.

 

--

 

The day turned into night, and back to day once again. The short break over, a life of routine took hold again. Working on your webpage/blog, learning how to drive a truck, and alternating sleeping with either of them. Compared to the group sex earlier, they were fairly low-key events, though Clare seemed to be more into it than Savannah.

 

--

 

After another two weeks of time, you’ve mostly learned the basics of truck driving, though you still need to take the test to earn your CDL. You’ve also started to feel like Clare and Savannah are possibly more than just friends, but you can’t really decide.

 

At the end of the most recent non-stop spree of driving, Savannah announces that you all have a solid week off. You ask why, but she just responds she can do as she pleases.

 

You also realize you’re somewhat near your parent’s house. Savannah and Clare might not have any problem with taking the short drive over there. But, it depends on if you want to say something to them, or simply accept their decision and pretend they don’t exist. Savannah and Clare have made mention of staying at a resort the entire week to unwind, so you could just say fuck your parents and head straight there.

 

 Or suggest something else to them.

 

>>What do you say/do? [S34]

 

On one hand you want to just forget about your parents, and on the other they had been part of your life for all those years. Can you really just forget them and move on? You wonder why they’ve never attempted to call you, but then again you’ve never tried to call them. However, your phone still works. Did they simply forget to remove you from their plan, or is it their way of telling you to call them?

 

Heavily conflicted, you think about asking Savannah and Clare for advice. You’d rather not involve them in your personal issues, but then again, don’t friends help each other out? And, in a manner of speaking, they’ve already become deeply ingrained in your life. So, may as well ask, right? You’d rather not talk about it in the truck though, so you wait until the three of you go somewhere to eat.

 

At the table, you decide now is the time, and ask them what they think you should do regarding your parents.

 

“Why would ya want controllin’ people like that back in yer life,” Savannah asks, raising an eyebrow.

 

You explain that they are still your parents, and family should be important… you think.

 

“Hmm, I don’t know. I guess, yeah. But…” Clare trails off, tilting her head in thought.

 

Well, what about their relationships with their parents, you ask, thinking that hearing their stories might help you decide.

 

Savannah looks over at Clare, then to you.

 

“Ain’t much to say, really. I wound up leavin’ home of my own will at a young age…” Savannah looks down at her drink, absentmindedly stirring it with her straw. “I was young n’ hardheaded, so ‘course I was never wrong. Decided I’d had enough of their rules and shit. Went out on my own, lived with a guy, and jus’... carried on. I regret it sometimes… but ya gotta believe what ya did was the right choice, else you’ll always be regrettin’ this or that.” She returns her gaze to you, but the tone of her voice is soft.

 

“I’d be willin’ ta drive ya out to yer family’s house if ya want,” she says with a weak smile.

 

You thank Savannah for the offer, then ask Clare. The cat shrugs lightly at you.

 

“Not much to say, outside of my… physical differences, I had a normal life. Though my mother and father were always busy to provide for us, so I had to raise myself and my sisters through much of it.”

 

Sisters?

 

“Nyaa haha, yeah, I have two younger sisters that are in college right now. They’re good kids, really.” Her smile suddenly turns into a lewd one as she focuses more intently on you. “Perhaps we could visit them sometime,” she says in a low tone, adding a wink at the end.

 

Huh. You ask jokingly if they’d actually be into that… or if they share Clare’s unique parts.

 

“Oh, no, they’re all woman. And, yes, they would~”

 

You wonder if you could survive a night with three cheshire cats. Maybe in the future you’ll have to take her up on that offer…

 

“And,” Clare continues, “That’s kind of how I met Savannah. We lived in the same neighborhood, and so when the three of us kittens would be running around she’d sometimes watch over us when our parents weren’t around.”

 

Glancing over at Savannah, Clare gives her a little shove with her shoulder. “So, in some ways we’re kind of like sisters, too.” Savannah looks over at Clare, smiling and scratching at her cheek.

 

“Ah, it was the least I could do,” Savannah says with a chuckle. “Ya’ll were cute kids.”

 

“So,” Clare continues, turning back to you, “I don’t really know what to say about your situation. I guess just do whatever you think is correct… I’ll support you either way~”

 

Well, you really haven’t received anything conclusive from them, but you know they’ll support you. That in itself means quite a bit. You can’t ever really remember the last time someone say that. And after all they’ve done for you… it makes you wonder what you’ve done to deserve such kindness.

 

While drifting about in your thoughts about parents, you remember something; isn’t Savannah a mother? You recall her saying that her daughter had run off when you first met, but she hasn’t mentioned her since - not even her name. While you have the two of them like this, perhaps you could ask more about their pasts. They seem more than willing to talk.

 

>>What do you say/do? [S35]

 

You’re kind of curious about Savannah’s daughter. After a little hesitation, you finally manage to ask about her, though you don’t make mention of her leaving and what not.

 

Savannah gives you a long, hard stare, but she doesn’t seem upset. More like she’s deciding if it’s something she wants to think about.

 

“Why do ya want to know?”

 

You answer that it’s because you think of her as a friend, and would like to know more about who she is; where she came from. That sort of thing.

 

She looks down at the table, holding her drink in one paw and propping her head up with the other. A waitress comes by to take your food order however, giving pause to your discussion. Savannah’s face lights up in a false smile as she talks with the waitress, then returns to her pensive expression when the waitress leaves.

 

Nothing is said for a long, awkward while. You attempt to speak something, but notice Clare shakes her head slightly while looking at you. She’d know best how to handle this situation, you figure.

 

Finally, Savannah leans back and tussles her hair.

 

“My daughter’s name is Andrea, though everyone jus’ calls her Andy. She was one helluva spitfire; took a bit too much after me,” a little wistful smile appearing. “We fought endlessly about everything - even when she was a tot.” Pausing briefly, she leans forward and rests her chin on a paw. “Too smart fer her own good, too. Did far better n’ school than I did, that’s fer sure. But I didn’t know how ta handle her…”

 

Savannah lets out a sigh, then closes her eyes and scratches the back of her head.

 

“So I wound up doin’ nothin’. I was too young and stupid m’self, so I let her run free. And run free she did. After one bad fight about some tomfool thing or other, she said she was leaving for good. ‘Course I didn’t believe her; since she said that many times before…” Savannah said, growing quiet towards the end. She stops speaking, but you know the rest of what she wanted to say.

 

“Yeah, I miss her. She sends an e-mail every now ‘n then to let me know she’s still alive somewhere. Never responds to anything I send though. That’s how I know she’s with some fella. No matter how… how many times I say I’m sorry she never responds.”

 

Savannah is looking rather somber now, her head sagging; her eyes fixed on the table.

 

Clare is looking rather uneasy; you’ve figured out by now she doesn’t deal well with this sort of atmosphere. Attempting to change the topic, you ask Clare about becoming a trucker and if she left anything behind.

 

“Hmmm, I think I told you when we first met, but I elected to go along with Savannah because I had nothing.” Her voice takes on an odd lilting tone. “Once I graduated from college myself, I didn’t really have anything lined up. Kind of like you, I just went because I had nothing better to do. So when Savannah told me her plan and wanted me to join up, I was thrilled!” Clare looks up, smiling happily. “I got my license pretty quick so we could share driving duties. Technically Savannah here is paid everything, then she gives me my cut.”

 

Hearing her name spoken so many times, Savannah pulls herself out of her gloomy mood and glances at the cat.

 

“Took ya forever to learn the practical aspects of drivin’ though,” she says, then turns to you. “Unlike you; you’re pickin’ it up mighty quick.

 

“Details, details,” Clare complains, waving her paw in the air. “I still talk with my folks every now and - my sisters too. Though… until you came along I’d never found a man who was willing to be with me, so that’s why I’ve been unattached.”

 

You’re kind of surprised, really. You’d assumed Clare would be the one with baggage. Well, she did seem distraught when she revealed herself to you, so who knows. Perhaps you’ve helped her move past that.

 

Well, you ask her what she has a degree in.

 

“Ehh… one of those things people who have no real plan get. You know, English, Journalism, that sort of thing.”

 

For some reason that stings a little.

 

“You know, rather than visiting your parents… why don’t you just call them?

 

How did you never think of that until now? Dumbfounded, you tell Clare that’s a good idea. Her response is a laugh; even Savannah smirks and tries to hide her face.

 

A bit of a red warmth rising to your cheeks, you phone your parents. After several rings, you’re kind of glad it goes to voicemail. You leave a short message saying you’re still alive, and that you have a good job lead, but don’t want to go into detail. You also say you’ve found two people who have been very nice to you, and that maybe you hope to introduce them one day. Then you hang up, your short message over.

 

“Ho ho, introduce us huh? Aren’t we bold?” Clare gives a haughty tone, but her amused expression belies her true feelings. You expect Savannah to say something as well, but she’s just looking at you wordlessly. Her expression clouded, you can’t really gauge what she’s thinking about.

 

--

 

The following day, the three of you arrive at the resort Savannah booked. It’s an all-inclusive, according to the manticore.

 

“I do not want to be inside this truck, at all, for the entire time we’re here,” Savannah declares, her tail and wings spreading to their full length as you all stand outside the truck. Loaded up with bags, you’ve nearly emptied the vehicle of everything inside.

 

Walking towards the entrance, you begin to develop an uneasy feeling about this place. Clare seems to be absolutely thrilled, going on about how it’s going to be the best time ever. Savannah, too, seems to be in high spirits. You never asked them what exactly this place was. You figured a resort was a resort, right?

 

Looking the place over, you realize there aren’t many windows. In addition, even the area you figure to have the pools and such is indoors. There’s not a single ‘outdoor’ or visible feature here.

 

>>What could possibly be going on here? [S36]

 

As the three of you approach the entrance, you notice it’s flanked on either side by a rather buff looking dude and a tall oni in suits. They allow Savannah and Clare entrance, but stop you, asking for ID. You’re rather curious as to why you need to present it to them, but you go along with it. Satisfied by whatever it is they’re looking for, the oni hands you back your ID and allows you entrance, though notice a faint smile.

 

“Have fun,” she says.

 

Savannah and Clare are waiting just inside, looking at you.

 

“Oh, I forgot how young you are,” the cat says. Age? So they were looking to see how old you are?

 

“Yea, need ta be 21 ta come in here.”

 

Interesting. As you begin to speculate on why, following the pair, you soon realize. The lobby splits off into three directions; east, north, and west. The eastern path leads to a casino. You can make out slot machines from here. The other two paths aren’t quite so obviously as to what they contain, but you receive another shock as you approach the front desk.

 

There’s a kitsune behind the counter. She’s entirely nude. You rub at your eyes to confirm that you’re not going crazy; Clare seems to catch on to you. Leaning in close and dropping her voice to a whisper, “This is a clothing optional resort~”

 

You ask her if she’ll be going… optional, considering her… extra parts. She nods, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

 

“Just the thought of everyone staring at me… mhmhmhm…” And it looks like she’s already off in her own little world.

 

Savannah looks back at the two of you, curious as to why you’ve fallen so far behind. Walking up to the counter, you try not to ogle the kitsune too much, but her toned, lithe body is mighty tempting. She seems to catch your furtive glances, and smiles at you seductively.

 

“Well hello cutie, like what you see?” she laughs lightly while striking a bit of a pose, winking. Savannah and Clare glare at you. You feel like this is not going to be a relaxing week for you.

 

--

 

Up in your room, you discover that there’s a single large bed. Not relaxing at all, indeed. Clare immediately strips her clothing off, but halts at her underwear, looking at you. She seems to be suddenly mindful of something.

 

“Are… would you… Do you want me to keep something on… if I’m with you?” She asks.

 

Perhaps not hearing the cat’s question, Savannah talks to you as well from the other end of the room.

 

“Where do ya wanna go first, darlin’?”

 

Other than the casino, you’re not sure what all is here. You could go there, or explore, and then there’s Clare’s question. Savannah seems to be leaving on her jeans and loose t-shirt.

 

>>What do you say/do [S37]

 

You tell Clare you’re fine with her showing off everything. You suspect that she was probably thinking of you, since she’ll be hanging around you.

 

“R-really? You don’t mind? Okay then~” Clare says, removing the last of her clothing. She then darts over and gives you a hug, planting a kiss on your cheek.

 

Savannah sighs. You hear her mutter something but can’t make out what it was.

 

Well, you say, you’d like to check the place out before you head to the casino. You ask them what all is here.

 

“There’s the casino as you know ‘bout, the spa, a pool, and the… challenge room.”

 

Challenge room?

 

They both grin at you. “It’d take away from the surprise if we told you, so you’ll just have to check it out in person~” Clare says, still holding onto you.

 

W-well let’s check out the other stuff first, you say. They look slightly disappointed with your decision.

 

As you head through the guest rooms back down to the lobby, Clare receives a lot of stares. Much as you suspected, all their eyes are focused on her crotch. She seems to revel in it, enjoying all the attention that’s being lavished upon her. That she’d give up that pleasure for you makes you feel a little bit special. Plus, in a manner of speaking, you’re a little proud that the busty cat receiving all these looks seems to adore you.

 

Crossing the lobby towards the north hallway, you eventually reach the spa. Fairly typical resort facility, you think. But for the briefest of moments you forgot where you were - a resort specialized in taking care of the needs of their monstergirl clients. There appear to be a lot of… semen related services. You cringe and attempt to back away, but Savannah isn’t having any of it. She blocks the exit. Why is she doing this?

 

“Now now, they got things for ya too, see?” She says as she points towards another board that contains a listing of more typical spa fair. Still, you’re not too concerned with your nails or hair, and you don’t want to have anything to do with ‘facials’ here.

 

Besides, this must all cost a lot, you say. And Savannah is footing the entire bill?

 

“Not just her~ We’re splitting your costs~” Clare chimes in, waving a paw at you. Well, either way, it still costs a lot. And they’ve already given you much…

 

Savannah rolls her eyes and smacks you with her tail. “Ya keep sayin’ that, but we’re doin this ‘cause we want to. Jus’ accept it already.” Well, you do remember hearing it’s rude to turn down kindness… perhaps you should quit tryin' to act so humble.

 

At any rate, now that you’re here they seem intent on sticking around, so you begrudgingly accept. Looking over the board, you tell the nude Oni at the counter you’ll just have whatever she recommends for men.

 

“Hmm, I know exactly what you need” she says. You’re kind of worried about her tone, looking back towards Savannah and Clare as the oni literally picks you up and carries you off. They don’t seem too concerned, so perhaps it won’t be too lewd.

 

And, to your horror, it’s actually not lewd at all. Well, kind of anyways. You have naked monstergirls giving you a massage, manicure, pedicure, applying things to your skin that makes it tingle but leaves it silky smooth afterwards. You even have a mud bath. This isn’t so bad, you begin to think. Maybe a little girly, but it does make you feel better about yourself in some fashion…

 

Though the constant erection you’ve had is making you a little embarrassed. The staff seem to think it’s cute you like them, though.

 

Surprisingly, all the treatments you receive wind up taking hours and by the time you get out it’s already evening out. Savannah and Clare aren’t anywhere to be found, so you give them a ring. Turns out they got done ahead of you and went to a restaurant inside. They haven’t been there too long, so there’s still time for you come by and place an order yourself.

 

At the restaurant they compliment your new appearance, and you notice they look better as well. Maybe this spa thing isn’t as pointlessly girly as you thought.

 

Finished eating, they ask you where you wanna head now. Casino, the.. challenge room, the pool, or back to the room and relax or watch a movie or something. It’s accommodated with a large jacuzzi you can all fit in as well. You’re gonna be here a week, so it’s not like you constantly have to do things.

 

>>What do you say/do [S38]

 

You suggest heading back to the room to kick back and relax, maybe watch a movie and soak in the jacuzzi.

 

“Yea, I jus’ wanna kick back and take it easy fer a while,” Savannah says.

 

“Mmhmm, Jacuzzi huh? That sounds pretty nice~” You worry about what plans the cat might have.

 

Leaving the restaurant and heading back up to the room, your new-found feeling of confidence results in you removing your shirt, eliciting smiles from the girls. You beckon them to your sides, and surprisingly they agree. Throwing an arm around the waist of each one, the three of you strut off to your room. You draw envious looks from other men, even though one of your fine ladies has that special extra something. The other monstergirls around seem to look at you like you must have something... great to have these two draped on you.

 

The kitsune from earlier even approaches you, asking if she can join in on your… fun. Though the sudden advance did take you a little by surprise, you decline her offer, saying you’ve already got the two finest women here at your side. Clare and Savannah both laugh, but they also lean their heads on your shoulder and rub your crotch for added emphasis.

 

The kitsune walks away, looking dejected. It makes you feel a tiny bit bad, but what you said was truthful - to you anyways. While the kitsune was attractive, she was a bit on the thin side. Reaching down with your hands and giving the asses of the manticore and cheshire cat a squeeze, you know what you prefer.

 

“Well I do declare, where did ya get all that confidence from?” Savannah coos in your ear. Clare simply… purrs? She’s also blushing and looking quite happy. Now that you think about it, you’ve never really complimented them before.

 

Once in the room, you begin filling the jacuzzi while Savannah and Clare decide on a movie. They’re flipping through the channels, talking about what to watch. After several minutes they both come to you, asking what you want to watch.

 

Savannah seems to want to watch what you’d call a typically summer action movie, whereas Clare wants to watch a romantic comedy. Savannah’s choice is about what you expected of her, but Clare’s is a little surprising. You almost thought she’d just want to watch porn or something. Then again you have been seeing kind of a ‘shy young girl’ aspect of her every now and then, even if it’s hiding somewhere behind her wild, exhibitionist persona.

 

Listening to them banter on about why they want to watch their particular choices, you also realize they are deferring to you an awful lot in choices as of late. It makes you wonder if it’s some kind of sign.

 

>>What do you say/do? [S39]

 

Why not both, you say. Looking through the guide, you find something that has both action and romantic elements; something you’ve heard is decent. Neither Savannah or Clare seem terribly thrilled by your suggestion, but decide to go along with it anyways. You wonder why they seem to argue with each other, but agree to your recommendation.

 

Now that the jacuzzi is full, you shed your clothing and hop in, enjoying the hot water and jets that message your muscles. Once the movie is going, both girls enter as well, flanking you on either side to enjoy the show.

 

You’ve never really watched anything while in a hot tub like this; it’s an interesting experience. Not to mention you’ve got an attractive woman in each arm, more or less. How many others can claim to have experienced this?

 

The noise from the jets kind of makes listening to the movie a bit difficult, but you find there are actually a few speakers surrounding the jacuzzi. Turning them on, they’re apparently wired into the television. A handy feature indeed.

 

Watching the movie, Savannah becomes a little rambunctious during particularly intense action, making little motions with her arms and such. It’s childishly adorable, and you can’t help but smile. Meanwhile Clare seems to hardly pay attention during most of it, but then during one heavy romantic segment she suddenly becomes very interested. You can’t tell if it’s because of the love or the fact that it’s a stone’s throw away from becoming porn.

 

After an hour or so in the hot water, you’re starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, so you move to get out. Clare isn’t having any of it though, and grabs onto you as you leave.

 

“Where do you think you’re going? You gotta stay until the end, you know!”

 

You ask her where she came up with that rule, and explain that you’re starting to feel a little warmer than is probably healthy, and a touch light-headed to boot. You need to cool off.

 

“Well… how about if I give you some incentive to stay?” She says with a smile.

 

“Hey, down in front!” Savannah yells; you’re apparently obstructing her view. She ducks and moves her head around to try and see past you, glaring up at you when you don’t move. Her tail is twitching back and forth, revealing her irritation.

 

Still attempting to leave, Clare clings onto you. You tell her to get off, attempting to shake her off like a petulant child. “Cooome oooon, stay with meee,” she bemoans.

 

Finally Savannah snaps when she misses something exciting happening. She leaps up, and drags you both back into the tub. With the two of you off the seats and splashing in the center, she moves over to where you were sitting for a better view.

 

“Now sit down and behave yourselves!”

 

Unable to resist her motherly, commanding tone, you and Clare hang your heads and obey, flanking the angry manticore.

 

Slightly sulky, you’re then surprised when you feel a paw on your crotch. Looking up, you see Savannah isn’t looking at you or Clare, but is focused on the television. Her other paw is buried in Clare’s lap, and from the look on the cat’s face you suspect she’s attempting to pacify the both of you.

 

Rubbing and stroking with her soft pads, she gets you hard in no time, then proceeds to stroke you gently. Her ability to work you both while still watching the movie is kind of impressive in a way. She constantly changes her tempo and technique to keep things… interesting. Then as the movie enters its climax she switches up to a straight, fast maneuver that brings you and the cat to a head.

 

Feeling your release, Savannah simply gives a ‘Hmph.’ Looking over, she’s still working the cat - though it doesn’t take long before you see her twitch, then look mildly pleased.

 

“If ya two want somethin’ better in the future, learn ta behave yerselves,” Savannah says, still focused on the movie.

 

So she was planning on something else for tonight? Or is this some kind of empty threat? You’re not sure, but either way you slink out of the water and dry yourself off. Clare follows soon after, leaving Savannah to finish the show. Guess Clare didn’t care much for it.

 

Flopping down onto the bed on your back, Clare lands next to you seconds after and cuddles up against you. You start to stroke her hair and ears. She looks up at you and smiles, then resumes nuzzling her face against your body. Soon she’s still, and you figure she’s asleep.

 

You kind of watch the rest of the movie, though it’s not but a few minutes until it ends and the credits roll. Stretching and standing up, Savannah turns off the TV and dries herself off, then joins you and Clare on the bed. She’s still fairly warm from the hot water; it makes her feel softer than normal.

 

Though it’s still relatively early, the three of you soon drift off to sleep in one big cuddle pile.

 

>>What should the day’s event(s) be? [S40]

 

Yawning and stretching as the three of you break apart and roll off the bed, you attempt to sneak into the bathroom before the other two have the chance. This is the first time in nearly a month you’ve had a private bathroom; you’d like to enjoy a hot shower by yourself for once in private. But, despite your clandestine efforts, Clare and Savannah quickly spot you.

 

“Jus’ where do ya think yer goin’?”

 

So much for a peaceful shower.

 

Fortunately they don’t seem to be in the mood for anything excessively lewd. Just some standard you-scrub-my-back-I’ll-scrub-yours action. Though it’s difficult to maintain your composure with soapy tits being rubbed against you. Fortunately you manage to prevent any problems from arising.

 

Tomorrow you’ll have to think of a new plan to escape their clutches.

 

Once out of the bath, dried, and clothed - surprisingly Clare has opted for clothing for today - you ask them what they have planned for the day.

 

Savannah and Clare look at each other, than you.

 

“Casino time, of course!” Clare exclaims. Stroking at her chin, Savannah nods, “We’ll prolly lose money, but ya know, it’s still fun n’ all.”

 

Seems Savannah doesn’t harbor any delusions of becoming rich. Clare on the other hand… “Nyaahahaha, we’re going to make it big!” She says, walking over to you and slapping your shoulders with her paws. You ask her what’s going on.

 

“Why, you and I are going to work together to fleece this place, of course.” What? Looking over to Savannah, you see she’s shaking her head. “Don’t listen to her or her fool plan.” You suspect Clare’s attempted this plan before with Savannah, and ask them about it.

 

“Yea she’s asked me, and no I never tried it,” Savannah says. Clare looks back at her, but her paws are still holding onto your shoulders. “That’s because you’re too afraid~” What is the ‘plan’ anyways, you ask. Clare’s head snaps back to look at you with frightening speed, a malicious grin adorning her face. “Why, I go invisible and ‘coach’ you!”

 

So, cheating then. But, aren’t most games chance? Not like looking over the dealer’s shoulder in blackjack is going to help anything. So, really, the only thing that would work in is something like poker.

 

“That’s fine, isn’t it? Either way we tilt the odds in our favor~”

 

You sigh, and explain that you’re cheating other people out of their money then, rather than ‘the house.’ While you probably wouldn’t be too averse to getting an edge on some faceless institution, you’re kind of uncomfortable when it comes to other people. You’d be little more than some con-man, really. Clare’s chipper attitude deflates at your words.

 

“I… guess…I didn’t really think about it like that,” she says, hanging her head. Well, it’s good to know she’s not completely amoral. Savannah seems to be pleased with your answer as well.

 

“Let’s get a move on,” Savannah yells from the door. You yell your response, then head out into the hallway with Clare shuffling along behind you and the manticore.

 

--

 

Once inside the casino, Clare’s mood seems to have picked up some. Since you have no money to gamble with, you simply follow the pair around while they do their thing.

 

Rather than heading to any specific table or game, however, you’re surprised to see them head straight for something far more dangerous. The bar. In the time you’ve known the two, you haven’t seen them touch alcohol once. You’re slightly worried, yet curious.

 

“Rum n’ Coke,” Savannah asks the bartender. “White Russian, please~” Clare says immediately after. Hm, kind of what you expected from them.

 

“You want anythin’ darlin’?” No, you shake your head, you’re fine. “What? Aw yer jus’ bein’ shy ‘cause of the money ain’t ya?” Before you can say anything, Savannah hollers to the bartender. “And two fingers of whiskey for the man here!”

 

Well, shit.

 

Savannah practically chugs her drink, then orders a second before the bartender can even move. He gives you a pitying look. A slight nod from you to show thanks for his empathy, you then swirl the whiskey in the tumbler.

 

“What’s wrong? Drink up!” Savannah seems oddly insistent on this. Looking at Clare, she appears to be sipping her drink lightly while fixated on you. Welp, may as well. A deep breath to prepare yourself, you up-end the glass in one go, imbibing the mouthful of burning liquid. Whiskey was never your favorite liquor, and it requires some significant willpower to avoid looking like too much of a pussy as you struggle to swallow it.

 

Savannah seems to have enjoyed the spectacle, smiling at you the entire time. Though now you see two empty tumblers in front of her, and a third in her paw. She’s fast. You give her a weak smile while doing your best to avoid coughing.

 

--

 

After a few hours and several drinks later, you’ve managed to dodge most of Savannah’s attempts to get you to drink more. Thus, the worst you’ve been is a little tipsy with a warm face. The manticore has been slamming down drinks non-stop, yet as far as you can tell she’s mostly fine. A slight stumble to her steps and a little bit of an extra drawl on her words, but fine. Clare on the other hand… she’s apparently the lightest of lightweights. Much to your misfortune.

 

“Nyaa hahahahaha!” She continues to laugh while holding onto you. “Yur shuuuch a gud guy, ya know that?” she slurs, then licks your face. “Aaand you taste gud too!” Pursing your lips, you attempt to calm the cat, but she’s having none of it. “Don’t you tellll meEEee what to doo!”

 

Security keeps giving you ‘the look.’ You nod to them, motioning that you’re doing your best to get her to be quiet. It probably doesn’t help that the cheshire cat keeps trying to grind against your leg when you’re not paying attention.

 

Then, as you attempt to follow Savannah through the crowds, your feet get tangled up in Clare’s. the two of you tumble to the ground in a heap.

 

“Nya hahaha! You wannnaaa take me right here?! Well if you inshisht…”

 

Thankfully due to her stupor, you’re able to avoid her clumsy advances and roll away. She looks up at you looking mildly annoyed.

 

“Whatcha change your mind for?” She says, hiccupping at the end. Rolling your eyes, you manage to pick up the drunken cat onto your shoulder, then you realize you can no longer see Savannah anywhere.

 

Attempting to find her with this drunken chesire all over you is proving to be more difficult than you had hoped. Fortunately, after only ten or fifteen minutes, you manage to find the manticore at a poker table.

 

Finding some free chairs nearby, you drop Clare into one, then sit down next to her.

 

“Oooh it’s Safannah, heeeey Safannah!” Savannah gives the two of you a chilling look. At least, you think it was supposed to be chilling. Her red cheeks and nose made it look more like she was just kind of squinting at you.

 

Finally, mercifully, after only a few moments Clare seems to have fallen asleep now that she’s sat down. She slumps over, snoring and drooling on your shoulder. It’s still an improvement.

 

Now that you can focus on what Savannah’s doing, you look at the other people at the table with her. There’s the dealer, two random guys that are wearing sunglasses and hoodies, a cyclops, centaur, and a danuki - she especially catches your attention.

 

She appears older, maybe mid-40s, and is wearing an ornate blue cheongsam with a pair of black dragons that run the length of the dress, appearing as if they’re coiling around the woman’s lithe figure. There’s a regal-looking arachnee dressed in a French maid outfit standing behind and to the side of her, holding almost statue-still. Occasionally you see the danuki glance at you, smiling.

 

From this distance you can’t really make out what’s being said at the table. The body language, however, seem to indicate that Savannah and the danuki are winning the most often. They seem to have become fierce opponents as well; whenever one wins the other seems to be more upset than usual, though that danuki carries herself well. This continues for a long, dull while.

 

The two men eventually trickle off… then the cyclops… then the centaur, until just Savannah and the well-heeled woman are left. Looking at your phone, it’s been over two hours now, and you’re starting to become unbearably bored.

 

Clare is still slumbering, but you manage to kind of prop her up so you can stand. Walking over to the table, you catch the attention of both the remaining women.

 

“Well hello there, handsome. How nice of you to finally join us,” the danuki says, speaking before Savannah is able, drawing a glare from the manticore.

 

You hesitate slightly, then introduce yourself, asking the danuki her name. “Pleased to meet you. I am Rachel Hasworth,” she says with a nod. “It’s nice to see some people here have manners…” Rachel says, trailing off as she adjusts her eyes from you Savannah. No wonder Savannah doesn’t like her.

 

Wait, what did she mean by ‘finally join us?’ Plus you remember that she’s been looking your way every now and then since you sat down. What’s going on here?

 

“Well, you’re about to become mine for the night,” Rachel says. What?

 

You look from Rachel to Savannah. She still hasn’t said anything.

 

“Well I…” Savannah starts, then quiets down to an inaudible murmur. ‘You what,’ you ask.

 

“I… may have… used you as a… wager…” she says meekly, her ears folded across her head.

 

Awesome. But it’s kind of invalid right, since you had no say in it, you ask. Savannah doesn’t respond.

 

It’s invalid, right?

 

Rachel cocks an eyebrow at you. “You mean you weren’t a party to this?”

 

Savannah suddenly stands up, then throws a paw around your neck and leads you away from the table. This close to her, you can see she’s mostly sober now. You think. She must’ve arranged this bet at the beginning of the game.

 

“I… kinda lost big at the start, but then ya showed up. I kinda used ya as… collateral,” she whispers to you. “I know I know… but that danuki seemed to like ya. If I win this hand I’ll break even then we can get outta here.”

 

You massage your forehead. And what if she loses, you ask.

 

Savannah grimaces. “Ya… spend a night with her.” You let out a sigh. It could be worse, you say. It’s only a night. Savannah continues to look pained. “I… guess, but I…”

 

If that’s the case then why did she use you to begin with? Savannah doesn’t say anything for a while. “…I don’t know…” Well, you two can talk about it later. For now, does she think she can win? Savannah nods her head. “Odds of her winnin’ this hand are near impossible.”

 

Fine, let’s go with it.

 

Walking back to the table, the dealer is looking annoyed at the interruption. Rachel has been gazing at you and Savannah curiously. You say that yes, you agree to their bet, causing the danuki to smile. As you hang behind Savannah, you see Clare approach to the side, rubbing her eyes. Well, that she can walk is a boon.

 

“What’s going on here?” she asks as the hand progresses.

 

Savannah has a pair of kings, and there’s another on the table along with an ace. You can see why she was confident about this. The manticore pushes all-in. Rachel calls nonchalantly. While this goes on you give Clare the brief on what’s happened. She’s gone from looking sleepy to quite awake and sober in an instant, spitting Savannah with a glare. “How could you?!” she hisses out in a whisper.

 

Savannah doesn’t respond, instant waiting for the final card to be revealed. It’s another ace. Savannah has a king-high fullhouse. You let out a deep breath of relief, patting her on the shoulder. Rachel is giving you one hell of a smug grin though.

 

Rachel reveals her cards. Your guts turn to ice.

 

She has an ace and a king - an Ace-high fullhouse. You’re hers now. Savannah jumps up in an angry rush, but security moves in, ready to tackle the enraged manticore. She’s fuming, but remains mostly still. Clare is still agape in shock. Savannah attempts to stare down the security while looking stoic about this turn of events.

 

Unfortunately her composure goes to pieces when she turns to look at you. Is she crying? She’s trying her best to conceal it, but you can see the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Wrapping her arms around you, she just apologizes over and over. Perhaps she’s not entirely sober yet?

 

“Savannah!” Clare yells

 

Rachel walks up behind Savannah, giving you a look you can’t quite place. “Ready, handsome?” You ask her when she’ll let you go. “Tomorrow morning, of course. It’s just one night.” The expression she’s sporting has changed to a… gentle smile. She glances to the duo every now and then. It’s almost like she can’t figure out why they’re so upset.

 

You peel the manticore off of you, but she won’t look at you. “Let’s just get outta here,” Clare whispers into your ear.

 

As you consider that option, you ask Rachel how much she effectively bought you for.

 

The danuki smiles, but rather than telling you the amount she walks back to the table and gathers up an equivalent pile of chips. That’s… quite a lot of money. Clare spots the pile, looking rather horrified. Her smoldering countenance is redoubled when she looks back at the manticore.

 

There are so, so many things you want to ask right now, but there is one of importance that bubbles up.

 

You ask Savannah if she can afford to lose that money. She shakes her head side to side.

 

You ask Clare the same question. “I… can probably cover our expenses... But if something happens…” she bites her lip.

 

It’s only one night, you think, looking up at the smiling danuki. She looks like the nice, gentle type as well. As you think that, suddenly Savannah runs off, away from you and out of the casino. Clare gives you an uncomfortable stare, chewing on her lip. “Do what you think is right,” she says, turning to chase after the manticore.

 

Rachel strolls up to the side of you, looking rather amused by everything that’s happened. “Well, shall we?” She says, hooking her arm around yours.

 

>>What do you say/do? [S41]

 

Do what you think is right, huh?

 

You ask Rachel if you can check the cards once again - not that you’re trying to accuse her of anything… but, you know…

 

She rolls her eyes. “If you must. I’ll have you know that I am a bit offended you think someone such as myself would stoop to such trickery.” Despite your boldfaced accusation, she seems to be rather calm about it.

 

As you approach the table, you see the arachnee is busily gathering up all the chips and placing them into a bag. She smiles at your approach, then backs off. Must be a maid habit or something. There, on the surface of the table, are the cards. Nothing seems off about them at all. Both hands are completely face up and still undisturbed. You poke at the cards and move them around, but nothing about them changes.

 

“I know what you’re thinking,” the dealer says softly. “I can assure you there has been no duplicity here. Especially from someone like Rachel.” Frowning, you have no choice but to accept his word. You thank him and walk back towards the danuki.

 

“Satisfied?”

 

You nod, but ask her why she’s spent so much on you. Certainly for that amount of money she could’ve had several men that were much more attractive than you.

 

“Yes, but they wouldn’t be you,” Rachel says, emphasizing the last word.

 

Again, why did she want you so badly?

 

Rachel smirks. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt to tell you. Almost immediately after that manticore sat down, someone had mentioned some relationship trouble or other. She quickly joined their conversation, speaking rather highly of you.” Rachel stops to laugh lightly when you blush. “Yes, it was rather unfair of me to offer her that wager when she was down on her luck, but I just had to try. I was delighted when she agreed.”

 

You say she seemed sure of winning; that’s a lot of money to just casually gamble away.

 

“I felt it was worth it. It is so rare for someone to praise a lover so highly these days.”

 

You wonder how wealthy she is… and ask about the ‘lover’ bit. Was Savannah just talking about your sexual prowess or something? Not that you think you’re anything special in that regard. Rachel raises an eyebrow, then both.

 

“Oh, no. I suppose ‘lover’ may have been misleading there. While she never referred to you as being her boyfriend or husband, it seemed obvious that she thought of you as such,” Rachel says, her face relaxing again into a light smile.

 

Well that’s… news. But if that’s the case, then why did she gamble using you as a wager? Was she just that sure of herself? Or was she not aware of what she was saying? You frown, trying to see if you can spot her or Clare anywhere, but they’re long gone.

 

So, you ask Rachel, if you leave now Savannah will have to eat her losses, but if you go with her she’ll give you the chips in the morning?

 

Rachel nods. “That’s correct. On both accounts.”

 

You then ask her why she would try to steal you away from Savannah, if only for a night. Doesn’t she realize what fucking you is going to do to the manticore?

 

“Ho? Is that so?” she says with a cocked eyebrow.

 

What? You don’t even know anymore. Still, you explain, you can’t go with her. Yes, it is a lot of money - maybe not to her, but to you and the two you were with it is. Even then it’s… it’s not something you can simply buy and sell, despite what Savannah may have done. Right now you need to go after them. You apologize for breaking the bet, but there’s something more important at stake here.

 

Rachel sighs, tapping her cheek with her finger. “Looks like you’re exactly as she said you were.” She narrows an eye at you, tilting her head side to side. You’re tempted to run off, but it looks like she has more to say.

 

“Tell you what, handsome. While I did want you in private, I’ll allow you to bring any two people with you of your choosing.”

 

What? Really?

 

“Yes, really. I will give you an hour to decide. I am in room 400,” she says, smiling. Then, looking back towards the arachnee, she beckons her over. “I hope to see you soon.”

 

With that, the danuki and her arachnee maid walk out of the casino. Though to your surprise the staff seem to acknowledge her as she walks past them. Makes you wonder who she is.

 

Well, you’re free now. Kind of. Dashing out of the casino yourself, you haul straight for your room. Fumbling with the keycard, you burst in. And there laying on the bed is Savannah, face down. Clare is attempting to comfort her, but she looks like she could use some comfort herself. The cheshire cat’s head snaps up at the noise, then a happy, almost tearful smile spreads across her face when she realizes it’s you.

 

As you walk into the room, you can hear faint sobs.

 

Sitting down on the bed, Savannah looks up with a start. Her face is a little red and it does indeed appear she’s had a few tears at the very least. She seems genuinely surprised to see you here.

 

“....I’m…. sorry…” she manages to blurt out amidst a few hics, then she reaches out to hug you.

 

“I...knew I shouldn’t...have...but I…didn’t… realize...” You wrap your arms around the sobbing manticore, and tell her it’s okay. Clare slumps down next to you, one arm around you and one arm around Savannah.

 

At what point did they go from helping you, to being helped by you?

 

“We’ll be fine… somehow…” Clare whispers. You wonder how true it is.

 

Telling them about Rachel's newest offer might be a good idea.

 

>>What do you say/do? [S42]