You don’t really know what to say in this situation. It’s kind of a new experience – having a woman clinging to you in tears. Despite being upset with her over this recent turn of events, you realize she’s being rather hard on herself. There’s probably nothing you could admonish her for that she already hasn’t several times over.

 

So you just hug Savannah as she works through her feelings. The hour time limit ticks by in your mind, but it’s likely best to keep quiet about it for now. As you hold her to your chest, you stroke her soft hair and fur, nuzzling your own face into the top of her head. After a few minutes her sobs quiet and her breathing steadies. You want to say something, but decide it’d probably be best to let her be the first to speak. Gradually she pulls her face away from your chest.

 

Crying certainly doesn’t do much for one’s appearance. Her eyes are red and puffy, her nose is running, her hair is ruffled from your touch. She looks kind of a hot mess. Turning up to you, she dabs a few tears away from her eyes with a fluffy paw, then looks down again. “…I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her tail flopping weakly against the bed.

 

Taking in a deep breath, you ask her why she made that foolish bet in the first place.

 

“I… didn’t think you’d mind…at the time… I dunno why…”

 

Okay, well, you certainly do mind being used as currency in a game without your knowledge. If she’d have just asked first, you say, doing your best to keep your voice level and calm. The emotional charge in the room is making it difficult, though.

 

“Guess I got caught up in the moment… I dunno, I wasn’t thinkin’…” She starts to choke up again as she finishes. You’ve never really seen someone react this emotionally before to a situation like this. It’s even more surprising considering it’s Savannah; someone you’ve come to consider a kind of island of stability. Being upset or apologetic would’ve been expected, but this?

 

Sighing, you give her a little scratch behind her ears. They twitch a bit and you can see her smile a little even though she’s looking down. So, you ask, why did she have this… breakdown when she lost – it’s rather unlike the Savannah you’ve come to know.

 

Now she looks up, staring you in the eye. It’s like she still doesn’t quite believe it herself. “Like I said… I didn’t think you’d mind. Thought you might’ve even liked the chance to be with a rich girl like her. But… when I lost… and I really realized you’d be spendin’ the night with someone else…” Savannah pauses, looking down and away again. You let her take her time, continuing to give her light rubs on her ears. They’re cute when they twitch.

 

“Hey, cut that out for a minute,” she says with a tearful half-laugh, facing you again. “Can’t think when yer touchin’ my ears…”

 

Taking a deep breath, she considers her words for a moment before continuing. “When I realized you’d be with that danuki, it… scared me. I started thinkin’ that you wouldn’t want to be with us…me… anymore after bein’ with her. Sure, losin’ the money sucks, but I’ll live. You, on the other hand… it’s like that sayin’, you don’t realize what you got ‘till it’s gone,” Savannah says , tearing up and hiding her face again.

 

Did she just confess her feelings for you? You kind of figured based on what Rachel said, but it’s still a bit of a surprise to hear it from her directly. It makes you happy to hear it, but also a little bit… sad. Looking at Clare, you realize why. No doubt she’s angry as hell at Savannah over what she did, but also scared and relieved that you’re here right now. She’s most likely harboring the same emotions, and has had to listen to her friend admit her love to the same man.

 

Still holding Savannah with one arm, you pull Clare in tight with the other. There’s no easy answer to this problem, but it’s one you’re going to have to give soon. To your surprise Clare doesn’t say a word, but rubs her face into your shoulder, her eyes closed.

 

Letting them go after a few minutes, you roll off the bed. Looking at the pair, you still don’t quite feel this is the ideal time, but the offer deadline is half over. You tell them how Rachel extended the offer to include the two of them as well. Normally you wouldn’t have even considered mentioning money under these circumstances, but there’s only 30 minutes left.

 

“You still wanna help me, even after what I did?” Savannah says, her voice a quiet, disbelieving whisper. Clare too, seems surprised.

 

Yes, you say. You’re angry with her right now, but no relationship is always smooth. Trying to think of some words of wisdom, you mention a relationship isn’t defined by how you live with the good times, but rather how you deal with the bad times. Or something like that – you can’t quite remember. They’re worth working for, you say, so long as she doesn’t try to gamble you away again.

 

Savannah smiles at you weakly, then nods her head, moving towards the edge of the bed. “Thank you,” she says, hopping up and walking over to you. She doesn’t hug you again, but pauses a short distance away, holding her arms together in front of her. Clare is a little more like her usual self as she rubs up against you from behind.

 

“So what do you think she wants to do?” Says Clare.

 

You shrug, saying nothing about her felt malicious.

 

“But danuki are known for being deceptive…”

 

And you aren’t, you say, causing Clare to look away awkwardly.

 

“Well, we ain’t got much ta lose,” Savannah says, moving her paws to her hips. Looks like some of her fire is starting to return already. “So let’s get on with it.”

 

You nod, but mention the two of them might want to make themselves look a little more presentable first. Savannah fidgets for a second, then heads to the bathroom. “Good idea.”

 

 Looking down at your shirt, you see it’s rather tear-soaked. Perhaps it’d be best if you changed.

 

--

 

Up on the fourth floor, the three of you head down the corridor towards room 400. Apparently all the luxury suites are up here, considering the wide spacing between doors and ornate entries. At the very end of the hall are a set of double doors that you suspect belong to your destination. Sure enough, as you draw near you spot a golden plaque on the wall bearing an inscribed ‘400’ beside the doors. With more than a bit of trepidation, you knock on the door. Then you notice there’s a knocker on the door, and switch to that instead. Oops.

 

A moment passes, and you hear shuffling behind the door. Then one of them swings open, revealing the arachnee maid. She smiles pleasantly at the three of you. “Madam Hasworth has been expecting you. Please, come in,” she says, stepping to the side and gesturing in.

 

As you enter, the first thing you notice is how massive it is compared to what you’d expect from a hotel room. The second are all the adornments. There’s scrolled columns, a chandelier, a piano… is the floor marble?

 

“Welcome,” you hear a voice say. Suddenly you feel a little foolish for gawking around the place. From the embarrassed reactions of Savannah and Clare, you have some solace in knowing you weren’t the only one.

 

Turning to the voice, you see Rachel walking up to you, a smile on her face. Though you quickly notice that instead of the dress and heels she was wearing earlier this evening, she’s now sporting what appears to be a very fluffy bathrobe and slippers. Are those… bunny slippers? Yes, yes they are.

 

“Ah, pardon my attire if you would, please. I wanted to slip out of that dress and into something a bit more comfortable,” she says with an easy laugh, smiling all the while. “While I know you two,” pointing with her eyes to you and Savannah, “I’m afraid I didn’t catch more than a glimpse of you, young lady,” she finishes with Clare. “I am Rachel Hasworth, if these other two have not informed you yet,” she said, extending her hand out to the cat.

 

“Oh, uh, I’m Clare Kulzer. Pleased to meet you,“ she said, tail swishing nervously and returning the gesture to shake the danuki’s hand.

 

“The pleasure is mine. Now then, let us go somewhere a bit more cozy,” Rachel said, turning and walking off, down a hallway. By now the arachnee had closed the door, and was heading in a different direction.

 

As you, Clare, and Savannah followed Rachel, you soon realized that most of the decoration in here seemed to also serve some kind of utilitarian purpose. It was spartan, yet didn’t appear empty. Passing a few rooms, including a bathroom that contained a tub you thought was large enough to swim in, Rachel entered one of the rooms off the main hallway.

 

Inside were a few small windows, a fire place, and a surprisingly modest table, couches, and an overstuffed chair. The only other major detail was a large painting hanging over the fireplace; a painting of a smartly dressed man. Oddly enough there were no electric lights - only the reddish glow of the fireplace. Rachel coiled up on the chair, motioning for you three to sit on the couches. “Do not be shy now,” she said in a chipper tone.

 

With the three of you now sitting, facing the danuki, you wondered what was going through her mind. She seemed delighted to have you all here. Despite not saying a word, she smiled all the while, paying particular attention to you. Rachel didn’t seem in any rush to speak, leaving the crackling of the fire as the only sound in the room. A short while of near-silence later, you soon hear the tapping of something on the flooring, followed by the appearance of the maid. She has a small tray with cups, and a larger pot in the center. Must be tea?

 

“Oh! I forgot to introduce her earlier. This is my maid, Asala.” The maid curtsied after setting the serving tray down. “She’s great help. Couldn’t live without her,” Rachel beamed. “You give me too much credit, madam,” Asala said, suppressing a smile. After pouring a cup for everyone, she bowed and walked out of the room. Rachel leaned forward to take hold of a cup and saucer, bringing it to her nose for a moment. Reaching for your own cup, you notice the tea has a flowery aroma to it.

 

“Jasmine tea,” Rachel said.

 

Taking a taste, you find it very… unappealing. Glancing at Clare and Savannah, you see they have a similar reaction. Fortunately there appears to be honey and cream on the platter. Despite attempts at mixing in various quantities of each, you’re unable to make something palatable. Attempting to appear the well-mannered guest, you resign yourself to downing the foul concoction you’ve created. Savannah seems to be able to endure it, but Clare is grimacing with every sip.

 

 Once the three of you are done, Rachel sets her cup down as well. After a few silent moments she speaks, letting her gaze wander across all of you.

 

“My, but you’re all much more quiet than before,” she says, letting her gaze flick to Clare. “Cat got your tongue?”

 

Despite how dumb that was, you have to bite your lip to stifle a laugh. The Cheshire cat appears to be less enthused about the joke than you. Savannah, sitting on the other side of you and the cat, is looking away from you for some reason. You think you hear her snort. “Well, why don’t you explain why we’re here then,” Clare snaps, her ears laying down on her head.

 

“Very well. I was most interested in the young man there, but I suppose it can’t hurt to have the others here,” Rachel said, leaning back and slumping down into the chair. “As I said earlier, it’s rare to hear someone talk about their lover like that. It made me most curious.” Savannah’s head snapped around when Rachel said ‘lover,’ her braid fluttering in the air, then just as quickly she looked away.

 

So, you ask, what did Savannah say. Rachel smiles. Clare seems interested as well, judging by her twitching ears, though you think her interest stems from a different source than idle curiosity.

 

“The exact wording escapes me, but it was certainly different than what I usually hear. Young couples often come here, and sometimes, like last night, I happen to be around them. They go on about how handsome or beautiful the other is and how much they love each other. It’s all so… trite,” Rachel said, pausing to take a breath.

 

“This comely young manticore, however, had a different tune. In a few short moments she spoke of someone who had lost everything, yet didn’t let it get him down. Someone who never took kindness for granted, and sought to repay those kindnesses. Someone who was considerate despite his circumstances. Not once did she use that pesky “L” word, but the twinkle in her eye belied her heart,” Rachel ended her words with a giggle, looking at you and Savannah.

 

You never imagined Savannah thought that highly of you. Looking over at Savannah, you see her face is still turned away from you. She won’t say a word and turns herself whenever you shift to try and look at her. You wonder how embarrassed she is. Clare seems to be less than enthused, looking down at her paws, frowning slightly. And wait, Rachel thinks Savannah is young?

 

“So, I wanted to speak with you. Though when that manticore there ran from the casino, I realized she thought I was going to bed you,” Rachel says with an unflattering, snorting laugh. “No, the time for me to do that has long since passed. Yes, I’m a bit… older, but I won’t reveal my age. Fortunately my abilities are enough to conceal my true appearance. I will say, though, that my husband,” she said as she motioned to the painting,” has been dead for almost 20 years now.

 

Studying the painting more closely, you’d figure the man depicted was at least in his 50s.

 

“So, consider this the whims of a capricious old woman,” she said with a half-smile. “I considered telling you that you were mistaken when you said that I was, ahem, ‘going to fuck you,’ but I thought this would be more revealing of your character. And, I must say, you have impressed me.”

 

Savannah’s head whips around so fast her braid flies up into your face yet again. “Ya really mean ya weren’t plannin’ to do him?” she says, then cups her face in her paw. “Oh what a fool I made o’ m’self fer nothin’…”

 

You give her a pitying pat on the back. The danuki snorts again at Savannah’s remarks. Looking at Clare, you expected her to be happier, but she’s still rather morose. You wonder just how badly Savannah’s admissions are eating at her.

 

“Now then,” Rachel said, leaning forward and clapping her hands, “Would you grace me with the tale of how you all met?”

 

You nod, then lean back. Where to begin, you say aloud to no one in particular. After thinking a moment, you start from right around the time you became disillusioned with the college life…

 

--

 

After several hours, anecdotes, and various comments from Savannah, you finish your story as you arrived at the resort. Rachel seemed to be hooked on every word, and often interrupted to ask questions about this or that. Though you tried to skip around the sex, the old danuki seemed unusually insistent on having all the lurid details. As you or Savannah described things, she’d smile and sigh the entire time.

 

Clare, however, kept quiet for the most part, unless a question was directed at her. Even then her answers were unusually terse. The only time she became animated was when you got to the point where she revealed herself to you in a night of passion.

 

“I must say, being in a confined environment like that certain seems to have accelerated your relationships. Makes me wonder if I should try to pick up some strapping young men on the highway,” Rachel says with a laugh.

 

She then stands up, and stretches, looking at a watch on her wrist. “It certainly has become late. I completely forgot to eat dinner! Would you three care to join me? We can eat in the restaurant down stairs.”

 

You and Savannah look at each other, and you realize that you are rather hungry. But, you say, isn’t it closed for serving at this time?

 

“The chefs will still be there. If they wish to stay employed, they’ll prepare a few more meals,” Rachel says with all-too-familiar smug grin. You had kind of suspected she was the owner of this resort, but that last remark confirms it.

 

You and Savannah laugh nervously at her joke, then stand up. Clare still seems to be in a faraway place with her thoughts. You tug on her paw lightly, and tell her you’re all going to get some dinner – would she like to come?

 

“Oh, sure. I could eat,” she says.

 

“Excellent,” Rachel says. “Let me change into something a bit more appropriate and we’ll be off.”

 

As the three of you wait around in front of the door, Rachel re-appears wearing the same dress she had on earlier. You want to hazard a guess that she’s in her 70s, possibly 80s, from what she’s said, but she doesn’t look more than 40 or so. Powerful magic indeed.

 

Departing, Savannah seems to have become rather fond of Rachel; the two lead the way down the hall, leaving you and Clare together. Holding her paw to sort of guide her along, she smiles weakly at you, giving your hand a squeeze. After a few steps she takes hold of your entire arm, letting herself rest against you as you walk, but she doesn’t say anything.

 

--

 

Dinner passed with little fanfare… relatively speaking. Sure enough, the kitchen was supposedly closed, but Rachel had it opened again. The three of you had one of the finer meals you can recall in recent memory. Idle chitchat about this and that filled the air, and Clare seemed to come out of her shell a bit to join in. Rachel said she’d let you go this evening, even having her maid deliver the chips after the meal was over. But, she’d like to talk with you – and you alone - again tomorrow. You and Savannah kind of hesitated on the matter, but she was rather insistent. After a few minutes you broke down and agreed.

 

And now, returning to the room, the three of you stop in front of the door. As you enter though, Clare taps on Savannah’s shoulder and whispers something to her. You ask them what’s going on.

 

“Go on in, we have… girl talk,” Clare says with a smile. Savannah seems to have an odd smile as well. Hmm. Well, okay then, you say, then enter the room. Turning on a light, you flop down onto the bed, sighing deeply. A few minutes passed, you hear the door open. Expecting both of them, you’re a bit concerned when it’s only Clare. You ask where Savannah is.

 

“She’ll be back in a little while,” Clare says. She sits down on the bed with you, letting her paw rest atop your hand. “So, you know about Savannah now… she told me a few days ago. She probably knew about me, too, even if she didn’t say anything. Well, I just told her now… “ She licks her lips slightly, her smile dampened by her nervous eyes.

 

She gives your hand a squeeze.

 

“Although I probably don’t need to say it… I ought to. So here goes,” she says, taking a deep breath, turning to face you. Her tail twitches back and forth nervously; her eyes are deadly serious, not unlike your first night with her.

 

“This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way about someone. I… love you.”

 

She bites her lip nervously, waiting for your response.

 

>>What do you say/do [S43]

 

In a way, you had been expecting those words from Savannah or Clare tonight. Still, there is little that could have prepared you for the impact of hearing them from Clare’s lips. Savannah’s admission and the ensuing discussion were a little different from being told so directly. Not only that, but you weren’t really alone with her at any point tonight.

 

Now here you are with Clare, the woman who’s openly professed her love for you. Rather than having a mind full of racing thoughts, everything is… empty. You feel happy, almost to the point of tears to have heard those words, but there are other forces gripping your heart. Your hesitation is apparently some concern to her; she leans in close to you, her face inches from yours.

 

From this angle you can make out the little heart-shaped marking under her eye clearly. A fitting mark for her, you think. The blush adorning her face as she yearns for your response. Her golden eyes. Her long, straight hair. Her soft, fluffy paws, ears, and tail. Her brash, affectionate personality. What is this girl to you?

 

Though she’s not naked in your lap, this feels somehow far more intimate. You swallow. She’s had the courage to do this twice now, and here you are, avoiding looking her in the eye. As she drifts closer to you, you figure now is the time to seize opportunity. You look up at her, into her eyes. She’s fraught with fear.

 

I love you too, you say with as much confidence as you can.

 

Clare simply smiles; her eyes relaxed, her fear dispelled with those magic words. Throwing her paws around you, she tackles you to the bed, resting her face next to yours. You kind of expected her to do… more, but she seems content to squeeze you tight, laying on top of you. Reciprocating her embrace, the two of you lay still. Then you feel a warm bloom of moisture spreading across your shoulder, followed by the sounds of sniffles and sobs.

 

You can’t handle two crying girls in the same day. Freeing a hand, you gently cup her chin, and turn her face to yours. She seems a bit embarrassed by her tears, but your smile seems to alleviate her doubts. Fortunately Clare understands your intentions, and shifts so her head is directly above yours. Slowly and surely she drops her face to yours, engaging you with a passionate kiss.

 

Her soft, full lips pressing against yours. Her tongue searching out yours. Her little gasps that fill your mouth.

 

Pulling away from you for the briefest of moments, “I love you so much,” she whispers before sealing your mouth with her own again for what must be several minutes, only pausing to repeat her love for you and taking a breath.

 

You never want this moment to end, but it must. Giving Clare a gentle push against her shoulders, she breaks off, tilting her head curiously at you. At your troubled expression, her once-pert ears fold down slightly. A tinge of fear is once again apparent in her eyes.

 

Yes, you say, you love her dearly. She’s made you so terribly happy. But…

 

“But…? But what?” She says in a panicked voice.

 

But you… love Savannah too.

 

Clare’s face instantly blanks. Her body freezes atop yours, then goes limp. Something in your heart screams that you’ve just done a terrible, terrible thing to her.

 

She slowly rolls off you onto the bed, staring vacantly at the ceiling. Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes. “I guess I should have known,” she whispers.

 

 Not letting her go, you pull her back to you, but she doesn’t do or say anything.

 

You feverishly attempt to explain that you love them both dearly, so dearly. And oh god please don’t do this, you yell as you start to cry onto her, tears soaking her chest. She just lays there wordlessly, transfixed by the ceiling.

 

You love how affectionate and passionate Clare is. You love how caring and tender Savannah can be.

 

So please, please don’t do this. Don’t force you to chose between them. They both mean the world to you; they are the world to you. Without them, you might not even be here today. They picked you up some stray dog and turned you into a man. Well, maybe not a full man yet, but you’re on the path, damn it. They can’t do this to you now. Not after you’ve been through so much. You love them too much to just throw it all away now.

 

They’re both your hope, your home. And you know what they say, laughing between sobs, home is where the heart is. Your heart. God just say something, anything, please, anything.

 

..

 

...

 

….

 

…..

 

“Heh.”

 

“~Just what keeps us so alive, just what makes us realize~” she sings out in a croaking voice.

 

You look up at her face; she’s returning your gaze. What was that, you ask. She gives a little shrug, then falls quiet for another moment.

 

“Why do you do this to me,” she struggles to say.

 

Because you love her, you say. You love both of them. Clare’s unsteady eyes search your face. She reaches up and brushes a few tears from your cheeks with her paw.

 

“I… don’t know if I can share you like that.”

 

You don’t know if your heart is big enough for the both of them. But you’re willing to try. You don’t don’t want Clare to ever feel lonely or isolated ever again and you’re amazed that you’re her first love and…

 

Clare silences you with a paw to your lips.

 

“What a fucking rollercoaster this is.” Yeah, it is, you say. She rubs her face with her other paw, then takes a deep breath, causing your head to rise.

 

“I guess I love you too much to let you slip away like this. I… guess I can try. If Savannah is willing anyways.”

 

You respond by giving her a light kiss. She gives you a familiar, semi-confident half-grin.

 

“Savannah is probably waiting outside the door. You should go let her in.”

 

What? You wonder if she heard anything you said.

 

Standing up, you walk to the door and then out into the hallway. Sure there, there’s Savannah, leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. You look up at her ears. Then you remember how she heard you and Clare talking in the truck that while ago.

 

Asking her to come in, she follows you wordlessly.

 

Clare is sitting up now, wiping the remaining tears from her face. Sitting down next to her, Savannah walks up to you two slowly. Looking at her more closely, it seems like she’s on the verge of tears herself. She stops in front of you, still standing, looking down at you.

 

“Did ya mean all that?” Her voice cracks once or twice. “‘Bout lovin’ us both that much?”

 

More than you’ve ever cared for another person ever before, you say. There is no way you could choose, and not just because you love them both - but also because you don’t want to risk fracturing their friendship. Both or none, you say.

 

Savannah closes her eyes and breathes deep, sitting down next to you.

 

“Thanks,” she says, leaning to give you a kiss. “I love ya too, darlin”

 

Despite her relatively calm voice, a few tears work their way free and trail down her rosy cheeks.

 

“So, Savannah, what do you think?” Clare asks

 

“...I don’t rightfully know. I’ve… never had this happen. Or seen it,” Savannah says with an exasperated sigh.

 

“Can I share…?” Her vermillion eyes search yours, then Clare’s. “Say it for me,” she whispers.

 

You love her, you say. You love Clare. You love them both. You’ll say it as many times as you need, damn it.

 

Savannah closes her eyes, taking another long breath. “Yeah, I guess I could try.”

 

“So… it’s settled, then?” Clare asks. “It feels… wrong… or like it’s not really a romance…”

 

You mention that not all love has to be like in some sappy story that only involves two people. They love each other, right? Just maybe not in quite the same way.

 

“I…suppose…” Clare says. Savannah seems to mull over the question. “Maybe,” she says.

 

You wonder yourself if you’re ready for this.

 

“So ya think I’m caring and tender, huh?” Savannah asks.

 

If she wasn’t, would she have stopped for you? She laughs at your response.

 

“True ‘nuff, I suppose.”

 

“And I’m passionate?”

 

Certainly. No offense to Savannah, you say, but Clare has the edge there. Savannah gives you a mock pout, but then her face softens.

 

They’re both smiling at you now.

 

“While I would like to show you some passion… I am just too exhausted, physically and mentally,” Clare says. You agree; today has been a hell of a day. Savannah adds her agreement.

 

--

 

Curled up under the covers, they seem to already be vying for your attention. Though rather than being one the embrace of one, the three of you wind up in kind of an awkward mismash, but whatever. With a few strategically placed pillows you manage to make the most of it and get comfy. Though the fur that adorns Savannah’s neck is currently tickling your face, and Clare’s fluffy paws occasionally rubs the bottom of your foot.

 

As you drift off to sleep, you think about Rachel. Her actions almost seem… intended. It’s hard to describe, but she was definitely the catalyst for all that happened today. And she walks to speak to you alone tomorrow. Perhaps about the results? You’re most curious to find out.

 

And with that, you finally fall asleep, despite Savannah’s wings poking you in the gut.

 

--

 

The following day is another late one, with the three of you waking up in the early afternoon. Though you’re able to sneak off into the shower before either of them are able to catch you. You all go for lunch - surprisingly Clare is wearing clothing again. Should that be surprising?

 

Either way, you ask her why.

 

“Because… well, I don’t really want to seem like I’m… advertising.”

 

You explain that you’re comfortable with whatever she wants to do.

 

“No, no. It’s okay. I… prefer it like this anyways. That only you can see who I am really am,” she says, again pressing her breasts into your back. Just like old times, you think.

 

--

 

After lunch, Savannah goes to cash out her chips at the casino, depositing the money into her bank account.

 

“Never again,” she says, looking determined. You have a feeling she’ll hold herself to that one after what happened.

 

Though without the casino, you three are kind of bored. You’ve got time to burn before you meet with Rachel.

 

Hey, you say, you haven’t checked out the challenge room yet. The duo give you a sly grin.

 

“You’ll probably like it, “ Clare says.

 

Hmm.

 

As you enter the ‘Challenge Room,” you see there’s a counter with a few girls working it. Of course, they’re all naked. You managed to avoid ogling the ladies this time, however.

 

You ask one of the women what the challenge room is.

 

“Well, you and a partner…” she pauses to look at both Clare and Savannah, “or partners, can compete for a daily prize. Rummaging behind the counter, she produces a very large, stuffed letter ‘D’. It’s black.

 

Savannah seems to be eying it intently. What the hell kind of prize is that?

 

Well, what do you compete in?

 

“Why, sex, of course! You’re judged on performance by the audience. The current block ends soon, so enroll soon.”

 

Huh. Before an audience, you say.

 

“Yes, you’ll be in a room with a large bed. The glass is one way, so you don’t have to worry about people looking. Or, if you’d like, for a small fee you can be in the audience to spectate and judge others.”

 

“But, if you’re going to participate, who will be joining you?”

 

You look back at Clare and Savannah.

 

>>What do you say/do [S44]

 

Savannah and Clare flash you lewd smiles. After all that’s happened, there’s really no other choice than a threesome. Not that you’re complaining. It’s been a while since a truly passionate night with either of them. Nothing has really matched the intensity of the three-way from weeks ago. Now there will be that emotional charge to heighten the experience further.

 

You can’t wait. And judging from how the manticore and cheshire cat are staring at you, they’re excited as well.

 

You tell the woman working the counter that it’ll be the three of you. Then, glancing back at Savannah again, you ask if her venom is allowed. “Of course. We even offer doses to other participants so they’re not so… disadvantaged. Just try not to over-do it,” the bubbly woman says with a wink.

 

“Great! When do we start,” Clare says, walking up beside you.

 

“Hmmm…” the receptionist hummed as she looked through a few things. “Looks like one room opened, but our staff is currently cleaning up. So, we’ll call you in about ten minutes.”

 

Nodding, you say thanks then step back towards Savannah, and ask her about the venom. Though you remember even just a slight prick was enough to seriously escalate your… performance. Then there was the effect of a full dose on Clare.

 

“Don’t ya worry none, darlin’. I’ll make sure we can keep on goin’ fer a long, long while,” she says luridly, stroking your chest with a paw. That sounds amazing yet a little terrifying at the same time. Turning around, you ask the bubbly woman if there’s a time limit or something.

 

“Well, not really, but if you’re in there for more than a few hours we may have to ask that you hurry and finish~”

 

A few hours, huh?

 

Then you feel a cat rubbing against you. Your heart rate quickens a little when Clare grinds her crotch against your leg, nibbling your earlobe slightly. “I can’t wait~” she whispers. Savannah seems content to watch you two as her tail flicks back and forth. Though now that you look, her gaze is rather predatory.

 

Terrifying indeed.

 

--

 

As you’re lead into the room and you look around, it appears to be rather sparse. A very large bed covered in soft-looking red blankets and some diffuse lighting appear to be the only things here. Looking up towards the ceiling, it’s rather high. All around the top of the walls are mirrored windows.Makes you wonder how many people are watching. Then you remember Clare and her love of showing off. If simply exposing herself is enough to get her going, then how about fucking in front of others…?

 

Clare saunters past you, swaying her hips as she walks. Looking down, you can see her pants are pulled taut in front of her crotch. Guess that answers that. Savannah gives you a little shove from behind, urging you towards the bed.

 

Clare hits the sheets first, stretching herself out in a lazy flop. She pats next to her, licking her lips hungrily.

 

Well, what are you waiting for?

 

You take a running dive into her, sending the two of you rolling over as she greets you with outstretched paws.

 

Laying atop her, you begin smothering the cat in greedy, hungry kisses, pausing only to pull her shirt over her head. Her large breasts swaying free, you focus your mouth on her increasingly hard nipples, sucking and teasing them; flicking them with your tongue, causing Clare to shiver in delight.

 

Clare then pulls your shirt free, the soft fluff of her paws tickling your sides as she works the garment off. Breaking from her breasts as she pulls the shirt over your head, you realize you don’t see Savannah anywhere. Then you feel a tug on your pants. Looking behind you, there she is. She’s keen on not being left out for so long this time around. As you undo the buttons on your and Clare’s pants, she pulls the clothing off you two with a mighty tug.

 

Free from its denim prison, Clare’s erection springs up hard as granite. Apparently she skipped any sort of underwear today. Your own dick has already split your fly, ready for action. Though apparently it’s not good enough for Savannah – hooking her paws around the waistband, she yanks the last bit of clothing off of you in one fluid motion. Surprising considering the obstruction that was in the way.

 

Dispensing of her own clothing, Savannah crawls into the bed, staring hungrily at the two hard cocks in front of her. Moving slowly on all fours, Savannah halts inches away from your member while you’re still kneeling over Clare. Slowly her face approaches your dick, her mouth opening, her tongue hanging out. The tip of her powerful, wet muscle licks against the bottom of your glans, pressing firm against it and then the shaft as she takes you into her mouth.

 

“Ah! That’s not fair,” Clare shouts, looking rather peeved that Savannah has had the first taste of you.

 

You almost don’t hear her, focused instead of Savannah’s tongue and mouth wrapped around your cock. Her tongue swirls and wraps around your shaft and glans from every which way, then she begins to rock her head back and forth. Her tongue is just slightly rough, causing it to barely catch and drag along your skin rather than smoothly gliding over.

 

Then, locking her lips tightly around your shaft to form a seal, she sucks in as she bobs her head back, causing her cheeks to pull inward from the vacuum. At full stroke, her tongue darts along the tip of your glans, just barely parting the urethra to taste the precum collected inside. She repeats the motion several times over, each one delving a little deeper than the next. How she’s able to do that you don’t know, but every flick sends a shiver down your spine.

 

By now Clare has wiggled her way out from beneath you, moving behind Savannah. She’s eyeing her ass with lusty intent; her cock twitching with excitement.

 

Savannah begins to take you deeper into her mouth now, her tongue resuming its slithering motion around your shaft and glans as she slowly takes more and more of you. Her eyes are focused on yours, and though her mouth is full of cock, you can tell she’s smiling. Further and further she goes, to the point where you’re worried she’s going to choke. Finally her lips press against your crotch; your cock entirely in her mouth. From the slight tightness on your glans, you suspect you’re in her throat. Not to leave your testicles too lonely, she reaches up with a paw and begins to massage and knead your sack. The soft but slightly rough texture of her paw pads makes her touch superior to anything you’ve experience from more human-like hands.

 

Being in her throat and having her tumble your testicles seems to send another rush of blood to your already throbbing dick, and you uncontrollably reach up to hold her head with your hands. She doesn’t seem to mind though, letting you slide her mouth back off your cock, then pull it back on. With your fingers wrapped around her head, you’re able to at least flick her ears with your thumbs, causing her to giggle a little – at least you think it’s giggle.

 

You try not to be too rough with her, attempting to let Savannah control the tempo. But, Clare has other plans. Savannah’s mouth vibrates around your cock, a deep moan stifled by your shaft. Looking up from her eyes, you see Clare has penetrated the manticore. Wasting no time, the cat begins to thrust wildly, rocking Savannah back and forth on your cock without either of you having to do anything.

 

Her moaning is nearly ceaseless, and she only breaks her lip-seal around you to take in breaths of air. In only moments you can begin to hear squelching and slapping noises matched in time with every one of Clare’s bestial thrusts. Rather than a continuous, steady movement, Clare seems to be thrusting forward with as much strength as she can muster, then slowly pulls herself out. Savannah’s tail has wrapped around the cat, aiding her movements.

 

Releasing Savannah’s head, you reach down underneath to take hold of her free-swinging breasts, palming and grasping the massive tits. Your fingers and thumbs sink deep into her flesh, kneading and massaging them like fresh dough, occasionally tweaking and thumbing her firm nipples.

 

Her moans are coming faster and louder, her hot breath teasing your glans every time you push into her throat. Clare is leaning forward onto the manticore’s back now, attempting to support herself without pressing down on Savannah’s wings. She’s so close now… you wonder. Bending at the waist, you lean forward as well. To your and Clare’s delight, you’re able to kiss her while you facefuck Savannah and she works her friend’s dripping cunt, slamming into her over and over.

 

From this position the kiss is a little awkward, but it’s still a heavenly experience. You feel a little bad about treating Savannah like a lowly fuckhole, but she seems to be just as delighted from all the moaning she’s doing. As one long, deep kiss with Clare ends, she suddenly gasps and closes her eyes. You know what’s coming – Clare. Dropping herself completely on top of Savannah, she wraps her paws tightly around her, grinding her pelvis into the manticore’s ass as far as possible. Then she moans - practically yelling - her hips bucking with every stream of seed she releases.

 

Watching Clare orgasm, her body twitching with every spurt, serves as the catalyst to your own rising climax. With a groan you take hold of Savannah’s head, forcefully pushing your cock down her throat as far as you can just prior to releasing your own pent up desire. Thick ropes of semen snake through your groin, your cock, and then jet out into her throat without mercy. Savannah begins to shudder and shiver, closing her eyes and moaning, her entire body going rigid.

 

With the last drop of semen you can muster released into the manticore’s mouth, you begin to draw out of her. Despite it all, she still sucks and teases at you, squeezing the last few lingering drops out of your cock. Letting yourself fall from kneeling to sitting, you see that Clare is still buried deep inside, panting and gasping atop her friend.

 

You still wish you could cum as much as she could.

 

Finally, Clare raises, drawing herself completely out of the manticore, then slumps sideways onto the bed. Savannah laughs lightly, shifting from all fours to kneeling. Now you can see that her legs and crotch are utterly soaked in her own juices, with significant trails of semen bubbling out of her cunt and down the inside of her thighs. You’ve never seen a woman release so much girlcum from an orgasm as Savannah.

 

While you and Clare are a bit winded, Savannah is grinning at you, entirely unphased by her spitroasting. “Hope yer ready for the next few rounds, ‘cause you ain’t getting a breather,” she says, grabbing hold of her tail. Here comes the fun part.

 

Plucking a pair of darts from her tail, she motions for you to come near. You lick your lips, then shuffle over. Rather than your arm as before, however, she sticks you on the inside of your thigh. You yelp with surprise, but as before the pain soon becomes pleasurable. Much, much more so than before. Savannah held the barb in longer, allowing more of the venom to enter your blood. Discarding the used spike, she turns herself around and stabs the cat in the ass with the second one.

 

“What the fuck was tha…” Clare yells, her angry expression quickly changing to one of bliss as the venom begins to spread.

 

Savannah’s predatory grin spreads further. She hugs her tail close to her, the tip of it twitching back and forth. The end opens and closes in pulses, revealing the bumpy, velvety insides. The venom alone has made you harder than you ever thought possible. But having that lewd orifice being pointed at you elevates your erection further.

 

“Sorry, but this ain’t for you,” Savannah says apologetically, looking from you to the tail and back again. You feel a bit crestfallen, but wonder what she has in mind.

 

“Kneel if you would, please, and lean back just slightly” she coos. And like an obedient dog you do so, sitting on your knees, tilted back just a bit. From this position your erection is on proud, shameless display. Every powerful heartbeat causes it to jump as it longs, like you, to fill some lewd hole. Savannah then moves out from between you and Clare, revealing the cat to you – her ass is pointed in your direction.

 

Walking on her knees so the cat is now between the two of you, Savannah points at you, then pushes on Clare’s shoulders. Looking over at you, Clare smiles hungrily, then rolls from her side onto her back. Sort of dragging herself towards you with her legs and a little help from Savannah, soon her slicked, drooling labia is very near your turgid cock. It’s obvious what to do now.

 

Picking Clare up by her hips, you guide her onto your cock. Your glans pierces and spreads her lips, working its way into her tight, silken folds. With every inch of cock you slide into her, all her ridges and swirls massage, squeeze, and tease you. Savannah may be better at blowjobs, but Clare’s cunt is the best you’ve ever had.

 

Looking down at her face, Clare is staring back at you, her tongue hanging out of her mouth with a lewd little grin to match. Since she’s slightly inverted now, her breasts roll back gently, giving you the spectacle of her impressive underboob. Your vision wandering further down, you get an eyeful of her throbbing, rigid cock; it looks so hard you think it must be painful. As you think about giving her a hand with it, a flash of flesh like lightning beats you to it. Savannah’s tailpussy engulfs Clare’s dick in an instant.

 

Clare moans loudly, biting her lip, arching her back, and grabbing whatever her paws can get ahold of. Glancing at Savannah, she’s beginning to finger herself while she stares at her tailpussy clamped firmly around the catcock. Moving your eyes from her to the tailbulb not far from you, you can see it’s pulsing and twitching. You’re well aware of what’s going on inside of it. Even a little envious.

 

Clare is writhing about in heightened pleasure from the venom, her cunt squeezing and tugging on you in random, sporadic bursts. Still holding firmly onto her hips, you begin to rock Clare back and forth , working her on your dick like a warm, tight, moaning cocksleeve.

 

Your sense of touch enhanced by the venom, you can feel every minute caress of Clare’s vagina as you slide out of her; most notably those ridges she has. They catch and hang onto the edge of your glans, causing you to shudder as you pass each one. You want to take the time to fully enjoy this - to enjoy her, but raw, carnal desire quickly overrides the more rational parts of your mind.

 

Pushing and shoving her hips as fast as you can, it’s still not enough. You start to rock your hips back and forth in time, quickening the pace and deepening the penetration. Every time you pull the cat firmly and completely onto your cock, she clamps down hard, as if her instincts have taken over and are commanding her muscles to milk you for all you’re worth.

 

Working her in long, deep, fast strides, your second orgasm is rising with alarming speed. Not yet, your rational mind cries out, but it’s quickly overridden by the lustful desire to sow your seed in Clare’s fertile fields. You can just imagine her hungry womb, longing to be filled by you, and you alone. Fuck, you just want to impregnate this cat, consequences be damned. You want to fill her with your cum, to make her yours. You wish you could match her volume – imagining that after a few powerful jets it’d start to squirt out of her tight cunt once her womb reached capacity.

 

Perhaps fueled by the venom, you can feel an incredible pressure deep within your loins. Clare’s loud, rapturous moans. Her tight, drooling cunt. Her large breasts, rocking every time you thrust her back and forth. Her testicles contracting and flopping with every motion as Savannah’s tailpussy tries to drain the cat of everything she could possibly give. It’s all just too much.

 

Throwing your head back, you feel the largest orgasm of your life build up, then erupt out into Clare’s womanhood. Every powerful contraction causes your balls to squeeze together and pull up; causes your dick to jump and thrash inside her. Your cock distends and swells with every viscous load of spunk that passes through; your hips buck up uncontrollably with every spurt.

 

And, as if that wasn’t enough, Clare pauses her moaning long enough to gasp out a few words. “Nya haha! You came so much… you really do love me don’t you?” she gasps, her words somehow summoning forth one last, final tendril of semen out of you.

 

And then you get to watch Savannah’s plan unfold. Still inside of Clare, you can feel her rushing orgasm as she clenches and squirms around your cock. You expect her to unload everything into the tailpussy, but Savannah withdraws it quickly.

 

“Huh? Wha-,” Clare gasps as the tail quickly releases her cock, moments before her orgasm comes to a head. Savannah shifts quickly to pin her arms down, and with your hold on her hips she’s unable to do anything but accept what is to cum.

 

Clare’s back arching up to a point you would have not thought possible, she lets loose another torrent of catspunk. Though due to her pelvis being above her head, and pivoted so that her cock is pointing straight at her own face…

 

Long pearlescent streams arc through the air, splattering on the cat’s face. She gasps and writhes, all the muscles in her body contracting seemingly at random, but she at least manages to hold her mouth open. From this close vantage, you can watch her testicles pulse, followed by a distention that rises through her cock before the tip goes white, the liquid within free from its confines.

 

Each salty stream splatters messily on the cat’s face, neck, hair, and chest, though she does her best to catch as much of her own seed in her mouth as possible. You had almost started to go flaccid, but being inside the wild cat while all this is going on, along with watching her give herself the sloppiest facial you’ve ever seen, has kept you hard as stone. However, things aren’t over for poor Clare just yet.

 

Focused on the cheshire cat, you didn’t notice Savannah was quickly building up to her own release. In an impressive display of flexibility, she leans backwards while still kneeling, her shoulder blades and wings touching the bed. She’s gasping and panting while she probes herself with a juice-slicked furry digit.

 

Her orgasm sprays out as she clenches her teeth, vocalizing a feral, guttural growl, adding her musky fluids to Clare’s own on the cat’s face. You never thought it was possible for a woman to facial someone like this, but Savannah has corrected that misconception. Surprisingly, Savannah only lets off one thick stream of fluids before she stops. You don’t recall her sticking herself with her own venom; perhaps there’s a limit to her after all. Clare however, is soldiering on. You think you’ve counted seven or eight jets erupt from her cock by now.

 

Finally, the cat’s ejaculations cease, and her body relaxes. Though much like yours, her erection is still hard as ever. Letting her hips drop down, she slides off your cock, dragging it down with her for a short distance. Your dick snaps up as it clears her entrance, causing some of her fluids and your semen to flick off onto her stomach. Backing off from her so you can get a better look, you watch as your voluminous load of semen begins to trickle out of her, no longer corked by your cock.

 

Her chest is heaving, her skin is flushed, and she’s sweating a fair bit. Clare is probably going to require a bit to recuperate. And some sort of towel or something.

 

As if reading your mind, Savannah gets up and walks to a corner of the room that’s hidden from your view. As she returns, she has a bunch of rags in one paw and a bucket full of soapy water in the other. These folks sure do think of everything.

 

Setting the items down on the floor near Clare, she continues to strut towards you, touching and fondling herself as she approaches. Occasionally her eyes glance down to your cock, then back up to your face.

 

“Tell me darlin’, how do ya wanna fuck me? Or, should I say… how do ya wanna get fucked by me?” She corrects herself, now crawling on the bed towards you.

 

With a grin, you tell her that anything she wants to do is fine by you.

 

Her face pulls within inches of yours. “That’s one of the things I love about ya,” she says, closing the remaining distance to kiss you. Her tongue thrusting its way into your mouth, she allows you to struggle against her assault for a moment, then gives your chest a shove as she moves from crawling to kneeling. Allowing yourself to fall backwards away from her lips, she stares down at you. Rather than a smug grin you’re used to seeing, she looks rather… honest and happy.

 

Swinging a leg around so that she’s now straddling you, she scoots up slightly so her groin is directly above yours. She takes hold of your cock with a paw, then allows herself to drop slightly until your tip presses against her. Rubbing your glans against the bottom of her labia, then down to her asshole, she then uses you to circle her tight, fleshy ring. Biting her lip, she centers you against herself, dropping further and further.

 

Her resistance is rather significant, though not quite as stout as the first time you fucked her ass. The hole begins to spread, reluctantly taking your trembling cock inside. Once she feels you beginning to penetrate, she removes her paw, then places both against your chest, gazing into your eyes as more and more of your inches slide into her tight, hot asshole.

 

Looking down, you can see her asshole is being pushed into itself as it fights against your intrusion. She randomly contracts tightly around you, pausing to force herself to accept the rigid shaft. Finally, she’s taken you completely into her, settling down on your pelvis. Moving her paws from your chest, she searches out your hands, taking hold of them. Savannah smiles when you squeeze her paws in response.

 

Shaking her hips, she then begins to raise herself off you, causing her asshole to pull out slightly. The sight of her pucker struggling to accept and release you is rather erotic. Any worries about her continuing this slow pace are quickly dispelled when she reaches the top of her stride, your glans completely dropping out of her. Then, just before her ring can completely close, she lets all of her weight fall, impaling herself on your cock.

 

As soon as flesh strikes and slaps, she’s up again, building up a fast, hard rhythm that causes her magnificent breasts to bounce in front of your face. Unfortunately she doesn’t hold onto your hands for long, instead breaking loose to lean back. With her arms behind her and leaning back, she’s able to pick up the pace even further, forcing you in and out of her taut, trembling asshole in a fury that leaves you nearly breathless.

 

Savannah herself is moaning long and loud, yelling your name and how great you feel in her tight asshole and how she never wants it to end and how you’re turning her inside out with your thick cock and oh fuck she’s coming.

 

Her eyes are clamped shut, her wings spread wide as you make out her body beginning to quake and tremble. You can see her cunt tremble, then release a few sprays of thick, musky manticore lovejuice. While still ample compared to what you’ve seen in the past, it’s nothing compared to what Savannah usually unleashes.

 

Still, she keeps herself going at a torrid pace; your cock’s length sliding in and out of her hot, tight hole. The sight of her asshole pulling out so far as she lifts off you is mesmerizing. Every tug caused your cock on the straining orifice only serves to increase the tightness. Savannah seems to love every second of it, something that rouses your own curiosity.

 

Unable to bear her assault any longer, you consign yourself to release. Unfortunately her asshole is so tight, it works almost like a cockring in preventing your surging cum from releasing itself. You grunt and strain, bucking your hips against hers as you try to force your release.

 

‘Oh ho, I can feel yer release pressin’ against me…” Savannah moans out. With a final yell and contracting yourself as hard as you can, you finally break through her defenses. “Yea, fill me up, love,” she coos, licking her chops. Her movements gradually slow to a halt so can she focus on your jumping, spasming cock as it explodes within her. Closing your eyes in gentle relief, you relax and slump down into the bed, groaning as you pump the manticore’s guts full of your hot, thick, love. Savannah reaches to massage your testicles with her paw, giving them a gentle squeeze in time when every sticky jet you release.

 

“You’re great,” she says with a smile, staying atop you long after your orgasm fades.

 

Now that you have your senses back, mostly anyways - the manticore’s potent venom is keeping you erect inside Savannah’s ass - you see that at some point Clare sat up, watching the two of you, stroking herself.

 

“How rude,” she says, “leaving me behind like that.”

 

You give a half-hearted apology, then mention the towels and bucket on the floor. Savannah twists to look as the cat hops off the bed; the motion causes you to tremble due to your recent orgasm. You can’t believe you’re still hard after orgasming three times in such rapid succession.

 

Savannah eventually lifts herself off of you. The cold air rushing against your dick is welcome relief from the heat and tightness of the manticore’s colon.

 

Sitting up, you watch Clare clean herself up some. You notice every little jiggle and ripple of her flesh as she scrubs and moves. You badly want to fuck her tight snatch again. Not that Savannah is bad; far some from it… but her tail is her best aspect.

 

Once Clare is done, you tell her to come over to you. She smiles, and crawls back onto the bed.

 

“What do you want, lover?”

 

Her, you say. You want to fuck her again, specifically you want to do her from behind.

 

“Mmhmmhmm, getting specific are we?”

 

Savannah looks at you two curiously.

 

“What about me?”

 

Hmm, you think. Oh, that’s it. You tell her to get on all fours and stick her ass in the air. She cocks and eyebrow and a grin, but listens, presenting herself to you and Clare.

 

Clare gives you a kiss, “You’re so thoughtful,” she says as she sidles over to Savannah on her knees, then slides into the manticore. Bending over so her tits are mashed against her friend’s back, she does her best to expose her holes to you. “Pick whichever you want,” she gasps.

 

With pleasure.

 

Approaching Clare, you slide your raging erection into her tight cunt once more, relishing those heavenly ridges and folds, taking no time in building up a steady, pumping rhythm. Then, deciding she might like it, you start to swat her behind in between grabbing big handfulls of her soft ass. With every slap on her rump she clenches around you and gasps, looking back at you.

 

Rather than try to match her timing to yours, she simply uses your momentum to thrust her into Savannah’s cunt, then pulls herself back with you. It starts out as kind of an odd, bumpy tempo but soon works itself out, the three of you fucking as one well-lubricated machine. Clare has her paws wrapped firmly around Savannah’s tits, groping and caressing them much as you did.

 

The manticore’s face is buried in the bed, her paws grabbing onto the covers as Clare’s slightly-barbed cock tears into her depths.

 

Their choir of moans and Clare’s snatch are already working another orgasm from you. Far, far too early you think. With great hesitation you pull yourself from Clare, nearly gasping as her ridges clamp down around you, desperate to hold you in until you release into her already full womb.

 

Without missing a beat you change your angle and smoothly plunge into her ass, drawing a pleasant, happy growl from Clare. Just before you completely bottom out into her, you feel your glans press against something firm on the bottom. As you glide across it, Clare lets out another similar noise. Well, time to let her have what she loves most.

 

Going from kneeling to sort of standing but crouching to give you more angle to push down into her, you grab her waist and start hammering into her ass, focusing your cock on her most pleasurable area. Clare starts to howl like a cat in heat, her own cock being slammed into Savannah with each of your heavy thrusts, a double impact of flesh reverberating throughout the room.

 

It doesn’t take long for Clare to cum hard and heavy from your merciless thrusting. Her asshole clamps down hard, never once relenting or loosening its grip on your shaft. Her moan is nearly a scream as you continue to hammer down into her, striking her prostate over and over. Reaching down to grab her testicles, they shake and shiver in your grip as they work to release themselves into Savannah.

 

The poor manticore is already filled to the brim from Clare’s earlier fountain of mirth, and after only a few ropes burst free into her cunt does the rest begin to spurt out, pressurized from the tight seal between Savannah’s cunt and Clare’s cock.

 

Now with Clare well underway, you completely extract yourself from her ass, slipping once more into her warm, inviting cunt, smiling with pleasure as it welcomes you home. Working yourself to a frenzy, you rail your inches in and out of her ribbed pussy, desperate to top of her off from your earlier cum explosion into her hungry womanhood.

 

It doesn’t take long.

 

Groaning softly, you buck up hard against her one last time as you spill yet another bountiful load into her. You close your eyes and focus on her cunt as it practically sucks and massages on you, begging you to release all you have. You happily oblige. With every tendril of mirth you release, you sink a bit, your legs growing weary.

 

Once the cat is topped off, you let yourself slide out and away. Watching Clare’s cunt drool copious quantities of cum, you can’t help but admire your handiwork. Alas, the cat has outdone you yet again. She’s still orgasming as you sit down. That’s at least a minute of straight cum pumping, you think. And the mess spraying out of Savannah’s swollen snatch seems to agree with that time frame.

 

Finally extracting herself from the manticore, Savannah’s cunt practically gushes out the catspunk. Just how much was in her?

 

And, with that, your erection is subsiding. Only took four intense orgasms that leave you feeling weak and tired. You wonder if you’ll even be able to meet with Rachel later. Savannah and Clare are both sighing and breathing contentedly. No doubt they’ve had just as much fun today.

 

They both look at you, though they’re still laying down. They’re sporting some of the happiest smiles you’ve ever seen them give. Approaching them, you whisper that you love them both so very much. Now they’re even happier, beaming brightly. They each mumble out an “I love you too.”

 

After resting for a few minutes, the three of you get up, doing your best to clean yourselves up before you put your clothing back on.

 

“We ought do that again,” Savannah says, her tail cavorting happily. You agree. Clare simply smiles, but still seems to have a little difficulty walking. You wonder if you overdid it on her ass.

 

Approaching the counter, the woman working it seems to give you a very… lustful look.

 

“Oh I watched the whole thing,” she stammers out. “How I wish I could find someone who’d do me like that…” she trails off, pouting. You laugh, then scratch the back of your head.

 

“There’s still some time left, so we can’t announce winners yet… but I’m pretty sure you guys’ll win,” the receptionist says.

 

“We better,” Clare says, rubbing her ass. “I’m not going to be able to do that for a while, I think.”

 

“Aw you’ll be fine,” Savannah says.

 

--

 

Back in the room, you phone Rachel to ask if you can meet with her later. You are so tired right now, you say.

 

“I imagine. I saw… everything,” she chuckles. What? Oh god. The thought of an old woman watching kind of creeps you out. “Ah, to be young again…” she trails off. “No matter, tomorrow is fine. Rest well,” she says, then hangs up after you say goodbye.

 

Savannah and Clare are already slumbering on the bed. They fell asleep almost as soon as they hit the sheets. Snuggling in between them, you wrap an arm around each of them, sighing happily.

 

As fatigue carries you off to sleep, your last few thoughts are of happiness and joy; an inner warmth you’ve never known until now.

 

Things are going to be all right, you think.

 

(And yes, later that evening the plushie black D arrived. Savannah loved it.)