Careful… careful… oh god where’s the dock? The trailer is completely eclipsing it now…

 

Savannah watches silently from the passenger seat, alternating from watching you and looking at the side mirror.

 

Slowly, cautiously, meticulously, you let the truck back up ever so gently. The only indicator of the trailer’s distance from the dock is a light - which is currently red – signaling that you still have a ways to go.

 

You asked if one of them could stand at the side and be your guide, but they both declined.

 

“Ya’ll never get anywhere ‘less ya learn to do it the right way,” Savannah had said.

 

Why did the right way have to be so hard? Backing things up was difficult enough; you’d even caught the mocking stares of some others as they backed in and then left before you’d even managed to get the thing lined up properly.

 

That wall was looking awfully close now. It felt like the rear of the trailer was inches, if not less, from it now. And still that light wouldn’t change. Things weren’t this bad during the CDL exam; though maybe that was because it was a prop dock that wasn’t part of a massive concrete structure, and it would simply fall over if you got too close.

 

“Heh, what’re ya waitin’ for darlin’?” Savannah said with a yawn. “Not to mention yer slippin’ the hell outta that clutch. I’d appreciate it if ya didn’t wear it down to nothin’ doin’ this.”

 

You mumbled something about patience, but didn’t see or hear her response as you were too busy focusing on the task at hand.

 

“Even experienced folks sometimes smack the trailer on the loading dock. So long as ya ain’t goin’ too fast, it’ll be fine.”

 

Gritting your teeth, you ignore her and continue at your glacial pace, until finally the light turned green.

 

With a sigh, all the tension bled from your body as you completed your first haul since acquiring your license. Savannah clapped her paws together, drawing the attention of Clare from the back.

 

“Hoh? Took you long enough, huh?” she said, appearing behind you and looking out the driver’s side window.

 

Rolling your head back, your eyes meet hers as she peers down at you. From this position you can see that her typical grin just barely reveals her tiny fangs.

 

Yeah, you say, but at least you got the job done correctly, and without incident. That’s what counts, right?

 

Clare’s smirk widens, and then, without warning, her paws clamp together on either side of your head. She quickly leans down and plants a kiss on your lips, her neck and jaw obscuring your vision. Then, holding it for only a few seconds, she pulls back.

 

“Well~ there’s your reward for a job well done,” she says, her paws still wrapped around your cheeks and ears.

 

“That’s yer idea of a reward? Hah!” You hear Savannah boast as she looms into your sight. “Ya gotta do it like this, Clare.”

 

Glancing to the side, you spot Savannah bending over, followed by the sound of rustling clothing and something hitting the ground.

 

“Aw, that’s no fair,” Clare complains, and then releases your head.

 

As she does so, the back of the seat suddenly drops back to a little above vertical. Savannah is staring at you, naked from the waist down.

 

“I was trying to be a bit tactful…”

 

Clare? Tactful? Well, you admit she’s calmed down remarkably from her exhibitionist ways in recent months. It’s still an amusing thought, enough to get a short chuckle out of you that draws her ire. Even Savannah looks like she’s trying to stifle a laugh and turns away to hide her face.

 

“Hmph. Fine then,” Clare says, leaning back down to kiss you, though this time she holds it longer and deeper. Breaking off after a long moment, she pulls back and begins taking her top off, exposing her bountiful breasts that lift up and then sway down heavily as they spring free once her shirt is gone.

 

“Well, looks like ya ain’t too embarrassed to be seen with us in public,” Savannah calls from near your legs. Turning your attention from Clare as she stands and begins undoing her pants, the manticore is moving into a position to straddle you, swinging one leg in between yours and resting her crotch on your leg. Instantly you can feel her warm moisture soaking into the material of your pants, spreading across the top of your thigh.

 

“Ah ah,” Clare taunts, pulling your chin back lightly with a paw. “Focus here, please,” she says as she smothers you with another deep, upside-down kiss.

 

While her tongue invades your mouth, she begins to massage your chest with her paws – and you reciprocate the gesture. Her large breasts hang down inches from your head, making the reach slightly awkward, but you take each of them into a palm to massage and caress. Clare giggles into your mouth, and then gives a happy moan as you feel her nipples harden at your touch.

 

Savannah begins to undo your belt, slipping the buckle free. Then she works on the zipper, and carefully tugs your pants down until they’re around your feet. Freed from its prison, your erection springs up from the parting in your boxers.

 

“Looks like someone’s happy to see me,” Savannah coos, and you can feel the fur on her legs tickle against yours as she swings herself around so that both her legs are on the outside of yours. She begins to slide forward, letting most of her weight rest on your thighs, then against your crotch. As she slowly scoots forwards, you feel something warm and moist slide up against the bottom of your cock, pinning it against your stomach.

 

Though you try to look down, Clare won’t release you from your duties of kissing her and kneading her soft, warm breasts. Finally, she breaks her kiss for a time longer than required to take a breath. Instead of freeing you, however, she slides forward until her breasts are over your face, then her tummy.

 

She pauses with her naval directly at eye level, making you wonder what the two are planning. Savannah is rocking herself back and forth against the bottom of your dick, coating it in her fluids, but stops moving her hips right about the time Clare halts above you.

 

You can hear them whispering, but can’t make out what is being said. Soon, however, Clare lifts herself up and gives you a smirk. Savannah does the same, but her purpose is to line you up. Glancing down, you see her position you directly at her glistening sex, her furry paws soaking in some of the fluids from earlier. Then, licking her lips, she drops down and slams you home in one quick run, settling down against your pelvis with a soft clap. Her thighs and breasts jiggle slightly from the impact, and she lets out a soft gasp of pleasure.

 

Clare sidles forward, until her crotch shadows your face. She’s flying at full staff as well, sexual fluids leaking from both of her organs. But, she doesn’t halt there, continuing forward until her steamy labia is directly over you, its musky, womanly scents enveloping you. Carefully, she lowers down until her lips are resting on yours, the insides of her hot thighs pressing against your cheeks. Her weight continues to increase, until you’re forced to use your arms to support her, your hands finding purchasing on her plush ass cheeks.

 

At the other end, Savanna begins moving in slow, purposeful strokes. Rather than leaning forward onto you, it feels like she’s leaning backwards – possibly against the steering wheel. Her hot, silken folds suck and massage your cock as it slides in and out of her, and despite her tightness you can feel warm, sticky tendrils run down your shaft when she reaches the peak of her stroke.

 

Rather than delving straight in, you run your tongue up and down Clare’s slit, cleaning off her tart secretions. She shudders slightly from your oral caress, then doubly again when she shifts her pelvis and you give her tender sack the same treatment, running your tongue as far across her as possible.

 

Her position changes again, this time to one that’s a bit laid back – she must be propping herself up against the separating wall behind the seat. From this position you’re able to dart your tongue straight into her depths, probing as far as you can manage. Every time you enter and wiggle your tongue, you give her ass a firm shake, causing Clare to let out little happy gasps.

 

Savannah is starting to build up her pace, rising faster and letting her weight carry her down, her thighs and ass clapping against you. She’s starting to moan, and the copious secretions she’s exuding are beginning to trickle down your thighs and balls, pooling underneath you.

 

Thank goodness for scotchguard.

 

Suddenly Clare lets out a moan and a deep shudder, despite your tongue doing nothing different. Thinking of giving her dick a bit of attention, you shift one arm to reach in front of her, only to discover a large, leathery bulb has firmly attached itself to Clare’s crotch. The outside is pulsing; no doubt the intensity is that much more on the inside of the fleshy tailpussy.

 

Ever the sensitive one, Clare’s vocalizations quickly exceed Savannah’s from the combined assault on her pussy and cock, making your task that much more difficult as her hips constantly buck forward, lured up by the desire to delve deeper into Savannah’s living onahole. Fed up with her bucking on your face, you snake your arms up the inside of her thighs, then wrap them down and support her ass and to lock her into place.

 

Pulling her down further until her engorged and drooling cunt is nearly mashed against your mouth, you’re able to push your tongue further into her tangy folds and ridges, driving the cat mad with pleasure as the tailpussy goes into overdrive at the same time, shoving Clare over the edge as she lets out a yowl of ecstasy.

 

The manticore riding you has wicked up into a fast, strong pace, no longer letting gravity alone bring her down against you. The double action of a cock in her tail and another in her snatch must be akin to being double-penetrated, and her rapturous moans are testament to the pleasure it brings. Her soppy, drooling cunt suddenly wrings tight as her body hits the first climax, grabbing your entire length and glans hard and fast, rippling and undulating as her entire body contracts and relaxes are random.

 

Both of them orgasm at nearly the same time, and you shift Clare backwards slightly, dropping her taut sack against your lips. Her hard, powerful contractions while firing off the seed from within causes her balls to rise and lower with every spurt into the manticore’s tailpussy, tempting you into licking and sucking on them, rolling the pair of heavy orbs in your mouth.

 

Having both of them orgasm atop you, the scents and stickiness of their fluids, the sounds of their delight, and Savannah’s cunt gripping and wrapping firmly around you brings forth your own climax. You let slip your own satisfied moan as your cock twitches and bucks within the manticore’s grasp, lifting up your own hips to bury yourself within her as far as possible. Just as your glans kisses the entrance to her womb, the first of your thick tendrils works its way free and paints the inside of her womanhood a pearly white. Several more voluminous, white-hot loads burst forth into Savannah, filling her up with your virile seed.

 

For a while all is still, save for the panting of the three of you. Clare shifted herself off of you, sliding back against the wall to the ground. Savannah flopped forward, lying against you, smiling happily as a bead of sweat rolls down her chin and onto you.

 

After a few minutes of recovery, Savannah shifted slightly to remove her shirt, finally freeing her massive breasts. You’re pretty sure Savannah has been getting heavier, but everything has apparently been going to her thighs, ass, and chest.

 

“How about someplace a little more comfortable,” Clare suggests, her voice coming from behind. You and Savannah both look to her as she stands and stretches. Her release continues to trickle down and out from both of her sexes, though you notice a twitch of her shaft as she eyes you and Savannah pressing together, naked.

 

“Ya, that was fun, but a bit uncomfortable…” Savannah says, standing up. As she turns around, you can see that was indeed leaning against the wheel – a faint red half-circle is imprinted on her lower back, just above her ass.

 

You grin a bit, but decide to avoid telling Savannah about her telltale mark. Though as you get up, you can see that people indeed caught your show, and are still hanging around. They probably couldn’t see you, but most certainly could see Savannah’s back and maybe some of Clare from the outside. Well, no point in being embarrassed about things – you give a wave to the audience. An older man gives you a thumbs up, and another guy maybe around your age frowns, assuming the display to be over. There’s also a scantily-clad Kitsune standing just in front of the truck, a hand tucked down the front of her skirt. When your eyes meet hers, she sticks a finger from her other hand into her mouth and sucks on it, throwing you a wink.

 

You briefly consider if Clare and Savannah would mind a third girl, but dismiss it with a sigh. You shrug out the window, much to the disappointment of the fox-woman.

 

“What’re ya doin’?” Savannah calls to you. Well, it’s rude to keep a woman waiting.

 

On the bunk in the back, they’ve already lifted away the top portion. “Come and lay down…” Clare says, eyeing you suggestively. She’s already hard again, and waiting to get the show on the road. Savannah is looking impatient as well, sitting spread eagle in the corner, massaging herself with a paw.

 

Such hungry women. But, you want to be a bit more assertive this time around.

 

You ask Clare to lie down instead. She seems to consider your offer, and then agrees wordlessly as you take hold of her and push her down gently, then orient her so that her legs are facing the edge of the bunk. Parting them like the red sea, you take hold of her sack and cock with each hand. Massaging her taut sack and stroking her shaft, using your thumb to tease the tip of her glans, Clare gasps loudly, but soon has her mouth occupied by a manticore cunt.

 

Savannah begins to palm and massage her breasts as she rocks her hips on Clare’s face, though her eyes are fixated on you, but occasionally cast furtive glances toward her friend’s dick. The cat’s member is already oozing pre, and her ass cheeks are coated in a new sheen of her secretions. Finally ready for action yourself again, you decide to do Clare another favor and slide into her tight ring. It resists you at first, but then her asshole opens up to allow you passage, a moan from the cat muffled by Savannah’s snatch. Pressing forward, you feel a familiar firm bump along the top of your glans, then shaft. As your length runs along her prostate, the amount of pre from Clare turns into a steady stream, punctuated by small white globs.

 

Savannah smiles while looking at the throbbing thing being teased by your hands, and decides to forgo the cheshire’s mouth. Walking on all fours forward, she leans up when she reaches you, until she comes to her full height while kneeling above Clare’s crotch. She then wraps her paws around your neck, and stares down lovingly into your eyes. Dropping her hips in one swift motion, she impales herself on the catcock with a gasp.

 

With the height difference, your face is perfectly level with her breasts, and she takes full advantage by pulling you in tight against them.

 

Rocking your hips back and forth, spearing Clare’s asshole on your inches, you’re forced to hold her legs wide open to make room for the manticore. Savannah is kneeling, her legs tucked underneath Clare’s, your arms holding the cat’s legs up and open. You’re kind of amazed at the flexibility of the two of them; every time Savannah drops herself, she also winds up crushing Clare’s legs against her calves – but that doesn’t seem to impede either of them.

 

The cat is moaning loudly, her hand-paws wrapped firmly onto Savannah’s hips to aid her movements. Clare’s tight, rippled colon clings to your cock, the feeling highlighted by her powerful ring, and every time you bump up against her prostate the moan turns into a yowl, and by now, thanks to your pace, her yowling is constantly.

 

Savannah pants just above your head, your face smothered in her breast. She twists and turns her torso to present her nipples to you, encouraging you to tease them. Taking one of her firm, thick nipples into your mouth, you suck mightily and flick it with your tongue. In no time at all you can taste her milk as it begins to seep out, encouraged by your actions. She buries her face in your hair, grabbing onto you for leverage as she bucks her hips wildly, slamming down against Clare over and over again, her hot breath spilling out across you.

 

Clare’s ass is beginning to clamp down around you tightly, signaling her impeding climax, but the action brings you to finish before she does. With a grunt, and releasing one of Savannah’s abused nipples from your mouth, you concentrate on loading up Clare’s guts with your love, drawing out nearly all the way and then hitting home hard in time with every hot, mind-numbing jet you release. Your actions inadvertently cause you to spear up at an angle, focusing your glans on her delicate prostate.

 

Her eyes screw down hard and she grits her teeth hard, her back arching up to a nearly impossible angle as an orgasm you could only dream of rocks her body. Her legs curl around your sides, somehow trapping both you and Savannah in their grasp, her foot-paws gripping your shoulders. A deep growling groan turns into a high-pitched yowl, her anus biting down hard and then spasming as she unloads a fresh volley into Savannah’s thirsty cunt.

 

The leg-lock loosens a bit, and as you back out of Clare’s asshole, Savannah allows herself to tumble backwards. The cat immediately shifts her arms to lock around the manticore’s midsection, and begins to thrust up wildly in time with her pulsating climax, stuffing Savannah’s already full womanhood with a truly massive load of catspunk. With Savannah and Clare both on their backs, you have a full sight of the view, including when her vagina finally overflows, spurts of semen blowing past the tight seal around Clare’s dick.

 

Many panting, tired minutes later, you realize you never unhooked from the trailer.

 

“It’s fine,” Savannah says, rubbing a paw on your chest. “We’ll be bringin’ this same trailer somewhere else once they unload it then load it with other stuff.”

 

Heh heh, loads, you think to yourself giggling. Then you come to a dead halt as you realize what you just did. What have these two done to you?

 

Savannah gives you an eye, wondering what the hell you just thought. Clare is already sleeping, curled up like… well, a cat, on the bed. Fortunately she picked the wettest spot, leaving relatively dryness for you and Savannah to cuddle.

 

“Still, we’ll have to do something even more special to celebrate your first haul,” Savannah says grinning at you.

 

Wasn’t this special enough, you ask?

 

“Nah, this was just a good ole’ fuck. One we ain’t had in a while, so that was fun too. But yea, I’ve got somethin’ planned for you tonight, just ya wait ‘n see.” To emphasize her words, she squeezes you tight against her.

 

What could she be planning?

 

--

 

Sometime later, you’re awoken by an odd sensation – something furry and warm is clinging to you, and you can feel pointed pressure on your shoulder. Is it some kind of hairy vampire? A demon? Something horrifying?

 

Oh, it’s just Clare.

 

Who is currently clinging to you like a body pillow, holding your legs with hers and clutching you tight. Somehow your shoulder got pressed against her face, and her top fangs are poking into your skin. And she’s drooling all over.

 

As you attempt to wriggle free from her grasp, her eyes flutter open and she lets out a yawn, relieving the pressure of her pointed teeth from your skin. She blinks a few times, then smiles happily at you and licks your cheek.

 

“Good morn…evening~” she says cheerfully.

 

Typical ‘morning’ behavior from her, though you’ve no idea how she got you away from Savannah without waking either of you up.

 

Gaining awareness of your surroundings as you wake, you then realize it’s well into the evening hours – no trace of daylight remains, and the moon is shining brightly. It’s not quite yet a full moon, but it should be within the next night or two.

 

Finally, Clare lets you go of her own accord, but as she does so you feel something brush up against your leg. Looks like she had quite the happy dream about you two.

 

She runs her tongue across her upper lip, then holds it at the corner of her mouth. “Hmhm, feel like going another round, lover mine?”

 

While going at it again with her is enticing, Savannah had made mention of something special planned for the night. But, as she never made mention of what time these plans would unfold or where, you’re left to wonder what sort of plan could be revealed at any given moment.

 

Speaking of Savannah, you turn behind yourself to see where she is – and she’s still asleep. Maybe. Her bare ass is facing you, and it’s in the air, her face buried in pillows. There’s no way someone would sleep like that naturally; she has to be awake and taunting you. Though, she is kinda… dry; you’d expect her to be wet if she was turned on enough to tempt you. An exploratory tap on her rear with your foot elicits a snort and twitch of her tail, but nothing more.

 

Doesn’t look like she’s going to be getting up of her own accord anytime soon.

 

Looking back at Clare, she’s still waiting for a response. Well. A quickie couldn’t hurt.

 

--Clare 69 action ahead, go to [End69] if you wish to skip--

 

You tell her sure, since Savannah is still sleeping. Clare titters happily, then shifts to a kneeling position and places a paw on your chest.

 

Does she want to be on top this time, you ask. “Well, I had something else in mind,” she says, approaching closer.

 

Oh, you say, what might that be?

 

Clare licks her lips again, but doesn’t speak. Moving her paws to your crotch, she strokes your dick with one paw, and kneads your sack with the other, tumbling the heavy orbs within. The soft, supple sensation of her pads along with her piercing, lewd gaze bring you to full attention in a hurry.

 

As she strokes and caresses you, you reach out to reciprocate the gesture – running your fingers along her already-hard length and teasing the tip of her glans. The horny Cheshire shivers slightly, then begins to move. She brings her face close to your shaft, but begins to swing her hips closer to your face.

 

So that’s what she wants to do.

 

Seizing a bit of iniative, you pick her up by the waist and swing her crotch over your face, then set her back down on her knees so she’s straddling your head. “Mmm, I’m glad to see you’re as anxious as I am,” she says, looking over her shoulder at you.

 

Not one to waste an opportunity, you slide two fingers into the snatch poised inches above your face, and wrap your other hand around her cock. Still facing you, you see her eyebrows push together and crinkle upwards, along with a slight bite of her lip as she gasps at the sudden dual sensation.

 

She glances towards Savannah’s ass hiked up in the air not far from her, then back towards you. A sly, appreciative smile adorns her face. “Don’t tell her this, but the way you touch me… Mmmm, is better than anything she can do.”

 

Well, it’s nice to know you’re appreciated.

 

You tell her that she’s not bad herself – in fact, you’d like it if she would demonstrate her techniques sometime soon; maybe now?

 

Clare giggles softly and flashes a mischievous smile. “I think I can do that…”

 

Refocusing her attention on your dick, she brings her face down, and you can see her lips open as they just about touch your glans. But, she stops. Instead she remains as she is, breathing heavily on your shaft. The warm, moist air currents surround you, filling you with a sense of urgency. She’s so close, but won’t proceed. Clare continues her teasing for some time, breathing – panting – on your glans and shaft, occasionally repositioning herself so her hot, lusty breath rolls over a different part of your throbbing erection.

 

She even begins to dart her tongue out infrequently, taking short, painfully short, exploratory licks. The rough texture of the organ had worried you the first time she performed oral, but she’d become rather proficient at the art and managed to use the roughness to her advantage. You want to buck your hips up and ram yourself into her open, waiting, hot, wet mouth, but the teasing is… fun.

 

However, as you were lost in desire, you’d forgotten to tend to Clare’s needs. She wiggles her hips, looking back at you again, feigning a look of hurt. “Did you forget about me?” she mewls, placing a paw-finger against her lips.

 

Maybe that’s why she’s been teasing you – she’s waiting for you to see to her needs.

 

Obliging her, you again slide a pair of fingers into her snatch, though now it’s drooling its desire, the musky fluid trickling down her testicles. An audible shlick is heard as your digits push aside her warm folds, though they immediately contract and massage, letting you feel the ridges as you explore her depths.

 

Your other hand finds her erection, now pulsing and jumping slightly in time with her heartbeat. Matching her slit, a bead of pre has already formed at the tip of her glans. Touching her urethral opening with a finger, you slide the sticky fluid down along her the underside of her cock until you reach her sack.

 

Removing your hand from her soppy box, you take hold of her dick momentarily, slathering her vaginal juices on her own shaft. Dipping back into her honey pot several times, you give her a generous coating in order to grease the processions.

 

All the while, Clare has been eying you, her face twisted in lewd bliss. Small tremors originate from her core, radiating towards her posterior and head. As you take firm grasp of her matched genitals, she lets out another soft gasp, and finally turns her attention back to you.

 

Snaking your fingers into her ever-increasingly wet cunt, you hook your fingers downward to press against her g-spot and begin working into a firm, yet slow rhythm. Your other hand wraps delicately around her trembling shaft, and begin to stroke her length in time.

 

Satisfied with your attention to her lurid need, she finally takes you into her mouth. In one shift motion, she takes your entire length, her lips pressing against your groin. Her tongue presses firmly against your urethral distention as your slide into her oral cavity, and then your glans bumps and slightly parts something soft and hot.

 

Almost as quickly, her lips form a tight seal, and she begins to crane her neck to pull you out of her throat, her tongue playing and cavorting along your length in light touches as she sucks in mightily. As your glans nears its exit, she halts her movement for a moment to trace her tongue along the ridge of your crown, then it plays across the tip, splitting your urethral opening.

 

Tasting your pre, she lets out a happy moan with a mouthful of your cock, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure.

 

 A small groan escapes your lips as well, an aspect not lost on the dual-sexed cheshire. Wanting to feel you as well, she drops her hips suggestively, shaking her pelvis up and down in short hops.

 

Releasing her cock from your grasp, you then angle it slightly and open your own mouth. Touching the tip of her with your tongue, you can taste the mixture of her precum and girl-lube. It creates a salty, musky, almost savory taste. Feeling you taste her sets off a desperate need within Clare, and she completely drops herself.

 

Fortunately she’s not huge, so you’re able to take her length without feeling like you’re going to choke. Unfortunately she seems to have taken some leave of her senses, and proceeds to act a bit more rough than you’re used to. She pumps her hips up and down, in essence face-fucking you. There’s still a measure of delicacy to her movements, at the very least.

 

As she works herself in and out of your mouth, you do your best to suck, nibble, and lick at her entire length, servicing her parts in equal measure to her now-fevered pace on your own dick. Her cunt is sadly neglected now, both your hands finding purchase on her bountiful ass and hips in an attempt to somewhat control her pace.

 

She lets out another series of quiet moans, almost non-stop, forming a barrage of wet, hot, rough, and soft vibrating sensations that envelope your most sensitive places. In a co-de-grace, she cups your balls with a paw, resuming kneading them like a pair of stress balls and rams her face down on your groin hard, pushing you deep into her throat. She holds herself there, letting another moan roll through her throat and over your cock as she begins to tug on your testicles as well.

 

Her tongue is snaking all across your shaft as her throat vibrates, and finally it’s too much. You can feel her gasp as your orgasm builds, and your testicles contract inward against her grasp. A heat spreads through your groin, then focuses to a point as the first wad worms its way through your urethra. White-hot pleasure bursts forth from your tip, blasting the cat’s throat with thick, salty strings.

 

A throat full of cum is all she needed to give her the final push, and as you cum into her neck her cock begins to jump and pulse with desperate release. She grinds her hips down hard, overcoming your resistance. It’s almost gag-inducing as you’ve never taken her this deep in your throat before, but you somehow force yourself to relax around her.

 

As your third or fourth jet erupts out, emptying your balls of their hot seed, Clare’s own production comes into full swing. You can feel the traveling distension on your tongue, and then you can feel something sticky and hot lance out into your throat. A salty, but somewhat sweet, flavor rises up from your throat onto the back of your tongue.

 

Reaching up to support her balls, you can feel them contract and churn in time with the pulses of her cock on your tongue, and the lances of her catspunk as they splash against your throat and down into your stomach.

 

She pulls your cock out of her throat, making a loud gasp as your still-hard member springs free. You feel her head press against one of your legs, and she lets out another moan, even louder than before. “Fffuck, you’re so good to me,” she practically howls. “I love you so, so much!”

 

Unfortunately the productive feline still has a lot of love left to pour out, and after the seventh or eigth pulse and splash you wonder if she’ll ever be done.

 

[End69]

 

And, her sudden loudness awoke Savannah. Though you can’t see due to the crotch mashed against your face, you can hear her.

 

“What th- are you two fucking again? Ya horny assholes, leaving me out!”

 

“Mmmhmm… ohhh yess… sorry Savannah… ya know…” you her Clare respond in-between moans.

 

Mercifully, after who knows how much, she’s finally spent, and starts to relax. Waiting a short while to recover, she shifts herself off of you. Savannah is now standing, staring down at the two of you and looking most unhappy.

 

“The fuck was that? Suckin’ each other off not but inches away from me?

 

Laying on her side, Clare scratched at herself with a paw. “Wellll, we just didn’t want to wake you up, you know?”

 

Savannah rolled her eyes.

 

You tell her that, well, it did seem rude to wake her up as she slept so… gracefully.

 

“I’ll bet,” she says, crossing her arms and glaring at the two of you. Then she snorted. “Hmph. Anyways, let’s get cleaned up. I still gotta take ya someplace tonight, and ya can’t be stinkin’ of sex and all… mussed up like ya are.”

 

Where exactly is she taking you, you ask.

 

The surly manticore scowls at you, but says nothing as she picks up and dons pieces of clothing from the floor.

 

Clare yawns, and you sit silently, watching Savannah dress herself. Maybe a little too closely. For someone of her age and with a bit of chub on her tallish frame, one might expect there to be some sad, unfortunate sagging. However, as she bends and stretches, you can make out powerful, taut muscles moving underneath her shapely proportions. Most likely the musculature gifted to her by her species’ heritage has kept her looking remarkably perky.

 

She catches you eying her body, and hooks a little grin. “Like what ya see, do ya?” she says, turning away from you and bending over, giving you a full-on view of her thick ass and clean-shaven vulva for a brief moment before her tail drifts down, obscuring your view of her sex. “A shame ya had to leave me high ‘n dry,” she says, picking up her underwear. Sliding the garment on, she lets the band snap against her audibly as it digs slightly into her soft hips.

 

You let slip a sigh, feeling the pangs of regret.

 

“Aw, don’t bully him Savannah,” Clare says as she rolls over against you, then hoists herself up, using you as a support. “He’s been a verrry good boy.”

 

Thanks for the support, Clare, you say. She winks in response.

 

Turning about to face you, Savannah props a paw on her hip – though your eyes are drawn a bit south to her breasts, rather than her face. She drops down, forcing you to look at her, and brings her face near yours. Then she lets out a snort.

 

“If ya like starin’ so much, maybe next time ya’ll including me, eh?”

 

With that, she snatches a shirt from the floor and wiggles into it, though it happens to be one of Clare’s. Her chest is a bit too ample, as evidenced by the straining of the fabric. However, Savannah is a touch too proud to admit something is amiss, and she slinks off to the cab.

 

You say that you still don’t know what’s going on, or where she’s taking you. Oh, and you’re sorry for not giving her the D.

 

The shirt flies through the curtain separating the can and sleeping area, wrapping around your face. A perfect throw.

 

“First we’ll get cleaned up, then ya’ll see. Yer lucky I’m so nice,” she yells from the cab, a hint of poutiness present in her voice.

 

Apparently she’s intent on driving topless now. You look over at Clare, and she shrugs at you, and then flops back down on the bed.

 

--

 

Indeed, the stubborn manticore had no qualms about driving topless. The other truckers most likely appreciated the view, as well as anyone who happened to be able to see up through the windshield or door.

 

After a short drive, the three of you arrive at a rest stop with showering facilities. Perhaps it’s just the time, or maybe the location, but there’s very few people inside.

 

Savannah still seems kind of upset; the why is a bit of a mystery. She’s had no problems with you and Clare going at it without her in the past, though she had started acting a little more selfish about it recently. Was it simply because of having sex right next to her while she slept?

 

You’ll just have to give her some special attention later on.

 

The two women arrive inside the rest stop a minute or two after you, peeking into the unisex locker room as you begin to undress.

 

You again ask Savannah what she has planned tonight as she strips her clothing off. You also notice she’s kind of ogling you, making you feel like you should cover up. Her eyes drift up from your crotch to your face, her ears wriggling. At least she heard you.

 

“It’ll ruin the surprise. Don’t ya worry none, ya’ll like it,” she says flatly, lifting up her breasts and then letting them fall down several times, like she’s weighing them.

 

She then frowns as she looks down at herself, proceeding to pinch and poke at herself all over. Then she meets your eyes again.

 

The confident Savannah wouldn’t ask that, would she?

 

“Do ya think I’m gettin’… a bit too soft?”

 

Apparently she would.

 

Clare is stifling a laugh as she watches and listens before silently slipping into the showers while you consider your words.

 

Right now Savannah is in a pretty good spot with her health as far as you’re concerned, but she is noticeably thicker than when you first met. If things continue as they are, it’s going to get… awkward.

 

Well, you begin, eyeing her carefully as you speak. You love her how she is, but she may want to consider maybe watching what she eats, or working out more.

 

“S’pose yer right,” she says, poking at her slightly rounded tummy, hooking her lips into a half-scowl.

 

The manticore then sighs, picking up her little shower bag and heading over to join Clare. You follow along a short distance behind, taking up a place on the other end of the stall. As Savannah walks past Clare, she gives her a sharp swat on the behind, causing the cheshire to yelp in surprise.

 

When Clare then turns to Savannah, the manticore whispers something to her, glancing at you. They continue to whisper back and forth, and after a few trades Clare looks like she’s lost the battle and scowls.

 

Savannah starts scrubbing herself as Clare finishes up; you decide to attempt a speed-clean to escape whatever the manticore has planned for you.

 

Sadly, the cat seems to be in an equal hurry to get done, rinsing off and speed walking towards the bench where her towel and change of clothes lay. As she dresses herself, she gives you a pitying look, then casting an unhappy one towards Savannah. With a final roll of her eyes, she stuffs her old clothes and other things into her bag, then disappears through the door out into the hallway.

 

Now it’s just you and the manticore.

 

She seems to be content to wash herself, though she’s been staring at you. And now with Clare gone, she’s licking her lips. Looks like she’s taking her prize sooner than you’d anticipated. You were going to give her some attention… but she wouldn’t in a place like this, would she?

 

Well, given how she’s now touching herself in a provocative manner, yes, she would. Though she isn’t making any attempt to close the gap between you.

 

At least, not while you’re watching.

 

As you turn around to rinse off the last of the soap, you hear – feel her quick steps, turning around just in time for her outstretched, wide arms to grab yours and haul you up against the wall, shifting you to the side to avoid the knobs directly underneath the shower head. She sort of pulls back at the last second to avoid slamming you painfully against the wall, though she’s still applying heavy pressure on your arms.

 

Some of the hot water sprinkles on her head, running down her face in constant streams. She licks her lips once more, bringing her face closer towards yours. Her normally kind, gentle red eyes now seem to burn with an inner fire as she fixates on you.

 

As she draws near, she shifts her grasp on your arms to hold you more towards your shoulders, rather than near your wrists. Then she begins to lift you by your arms as you’re pinned against the tile – just enough so that your toes can touch the floor, but most of your weight is now being supported by the manticore.

 

A lurid smile begins to spread on her face.

 

“How ‘bout I start workin’ out now, darlin’?”

 

Your attempt at a rebuttal about how this isn’t what you meant is silenced by a greedy, hungry kiss.

 

She presses your head back into the wall with almost as much force as she’s applying to your arms, her lips locked hard against yours as she shoves her tongue into your mouth, battering your own tongue aside as hers nearly reaches the back of your throat.

 

Savannah constantly breaks the kiss only to begin another, her head at a slightly different angle each time. With every successive kiss her lust and desire seem to spike to a new level, and she begins to chew and suck on your lower lip in between kisses. Tendrils of saliva hang between your mouth and hers, only to be washed away by the streams of water from above.

 

In all your time together, this is the first you’ve seen her like this. Frantic would be an apt description.

 

Now panting, though you’re not sure if it’s from desire or lack of breath from all the kissing, she continues to stare into your eyes for a time, before she casts them down to your crotch.

 

“So ya enjoy bein’ held like this?” she asks, smiling impishly, clearly enjoying what she sees.

 

You again try to speak, but your words are cut off by another fierce, desperate kiss.

 

The passion of her kisses and her soft, warm flesh pressing against you were more than enough to bring you to full attention. You test her grip as she kisses, but conclude you’re more or less helpless. Despite her strength and intensity, it seems she has the presence of mind to keep herself in check lest she injure you.

 

Again she draws away, panting more heavily than before. Then you see her tail creep up over her shoulder, pointing its opening at you. Full of bumps, ripples, and that thick, warm fluid, the opening flares a few times.

 

“I just haven’t been usin’ this on ya enough lately, have I?” Savannah says as if she’s scolding you. “I’ll have ta fix that…”

 

Her tail swings down between her legs, your eyes tracking its path, following it as it pulls level with your erection.

 

“If ya want, that is…”

 

Flexing the tip open and shut, dragging lightly on the very tip of your glans, she grins, awaiting your response.

 

You nod, though you’re not sure if she was seeking actual consent or was merely relishing her power over you. Maybe a little of both, all things considered.

 

The very beginning of her tailpussy slowly envelopes your glans, but halts at the ridge. It begins to sort of suck and rotate slightly, spreading its juices around you. Even at the very end of her lewd orifice there are bumps and small cilia-like appendages, stroking and caressing, sometimes pushing slightly into your urethral opening.

 

Working on your tip alone like this causes you to quake with ecstasy, but it’s not nearly enough to get you off. You need to work deeper into it, to feel everything it has to offer along your entire length.

 

But Savannah has other plans.

 

As you attempt to thrust your hips forward to delve deep into her tailbulb, she pulls it back slightly, then brings up a knee to press against your pelvis.

 

“Nuh-uh, we can’t have any of that now…” she coos.

 

You whine that you’re going to go insane if she keeps that up. Even just a few seconds was amazing, but unfulfilling.

 

She quirks an eyebrow and flashes a pair of fangs beneath a smirk. “Can’t have ya cummin’ on me too quick.”

 

Her vermillion eyes disappear from your view as she leans her head against your chest, though more to help hold you still than anything else as her tail resumes focusing solely on your glans.

 

Despite her awkward stance of holding you up while pinning you with a knee and her head, nothing you do can shake her. In fact, the most you struggle, the happier she seems to become. This is very unlike Savannah, and it is kind of worrying. At least she’s not causing you any pain… in a manner of speaking.

 

Occasionally she makes the whole thing vibrate, and alternates between gentle rotations, sucking, and simply pumping back and forth slowly on your glans. Never once does she slip beyond your crown, though occasionally the cilia present near the opening slip around your ridge and work the most delicate area right underneath.

 

The thick, warm lubricant is drooling out of her, running down your shaft towards your testicles before dripping off. Even that sensation feels like it might get you off at any moment, but it never quite does.

 

All the while she just holds her head against your chest, laughing and sighing every now and then. Maddening minutes pass on, and your shoulders are beginning to ache from supporting all your weight, though the throbbing of your cock is nearly enough to block out all other sensations.

 

You try to will yourself to climax, but whenever you nearly get there Savannah dials back the intensity to leave you hanging by a thread. Every time your hips quake and attempt to thrust outward, she simply applies more pressure with her knee.

 

Why is she doing this?

 

Every sensation is so strong, and the want so great, you’re practically ejaculating a never-ending stream of pre-cum. You can even feel the thick, clear fluid working its way out of your urethral opening, drawn free by the gentle vacuum of the tailpussy that’s been kissing your cock for who knows how long. All the muscles in your legs and hips yearn to aid you in your release, but the strength of the manticore is too much for them to overcome.

 

Endless, burning, raw need has taken over all your thoughts. The desire to cum into her orifice is overwhelming, but she won’t allow your release.

 

 “Do ya wanna cum?” Savannah finally speaks, barely audible above the sound of running water.

 

You gurgle an affirmative. She giggles.

 

Rather than plunging totally onto you, instead her tail backs off. Disappointment would be an understatement. In fact, it makes you angry that she’s stopped. You glare down at her, but before you can speak her wet, sticky hole envelopes your testicles, taking the entire sack inside of it in one gulp.

 

It tugs and sucks, wringing and writhing, tormenting your testicles. The new experience draws out a shudder from your loins, your cock twitching and jumping, desperate to bury itself inside something.

 

“Mmmm, even though you just did it, I can tell they’re still nice and full,” she practically moans as she shifts to grind herself against your leg, dropping her knee. “So full,” she repeats. “It must hurt, don’t you want to let it all out?”

 

Yes, damn it, you try to say with force, though your words waver as she works on your balls relentlessly with her tail.

 

Instead of responding, she begins to gasp and moan as her cunt works itself up and down your leg. Her tummy is rubbing against your cock, covering herself in your pre, but she’s well aware the sensation isn’t enough for you.

 

Soon, far too soon, Savannah lets out a long, drawn out moan as you feel a wave of her girlcum spray out of her and wash down your leg. Still, her tailpussy never ceases, and at times it feels like it’s going to suck your balls right out of your sack.

 

Finally the tail drops free of your balls, allowing you to take a deep breath now that there’s no stimulation – aside from the manticore basking in her post-orgasm glow. Again she looks up at you. Before she can even speak, you tell her, nearly shouting, for her to please just let you cum.

 

She smiles.

 

And then in the same instant, you feel what has been held from you for so long. Your cock spears her tailpussy totally as its hot, tight confines clamp firmly around you.

 

“Shoulda just said so,” she says with a wink.

 

Instantly the intense sucking begins, and Savannah works her tail in a fast, hard pace. The tight grip feels as if it’s milking you from base to glans, pining for your heavyrelease as badly as you want to let it all out. The interior caresses every part of your shaft and crown, sucking, squeezing, pulsing, pumping. The thick fluid inside squelches and flies out in ribbons from the torrid pace.

 

“Give it to me… give it all to me,” Savannah demands, lifting her head from your chest and meeting your eyes. “Only me…” she whispers before locking you into another intense kiss.

 

Seconds was all it took. Your balls churn and contract, and a fire spreads through your crotch. Sweet, amazing release.

 

The relief blanks your mind as you focus on spraying everything into Savannah’s tailpussy. Thick ropes of white-hot semen distend your urethra as powerful contractions force them through hard and fast before they erupt out into the waiting fuckhole.

 

Gritting your teeth and letting out groans in time with every pulse of semen, you’re finally allowed to rock your hips forward, burying yourself as far as humanly possible. Savannah matches your timing with her tail, thrusting it down to meet your bucking hips. The tip of your cock tickles the opening at the far back end of it, your semen ejaculating straight into the base of her milking appendage.

 

It continues to milk and suck and tug and vibrate and drives you to want to ejaculate into it endlessly. You want to reach down and grab it, hold it close to you and curl up around it so the pleasure never ends, but through everything she has a firm grasp on you.

 

Finally, with a weight on your heart that it’s over, you give one last feeble thrust as the last of your semen is sucked up.

 

Savannah’s tongue lolls out as she throws her head back, savoring everything you’ve deposited with her eyes closed. But her bliss does not last long as her eyes shoot open, the hunger in their twinkle still present.

 

Utterly spent and weak, she does not let up. Her tail continues to stroke and massage your semi-ridig dick, though the sensations now are far, far more powerful in your post-orgasm hypersensitivity.

 

Looking down at the manticore, her eyes are locked onto yours again. Something like contentment mixed with victory adorns her countenance.

 

“That was so much… I knew ya were still full up… ‘n I bet ya still got more.”

 

You attempt to protest, eliciting a sigh from the manticore. Besides, you say, your shoulders really hurt, and being forced against the wall isn’t much fun.

 

Keeping quiet may have been the better alternative as Savannah hoists you up and away from the wall, then pins you against the floor in one fluid motion. The entire movement her tail stayed firmly attached, draining you of the strength to struggle.

 

Her paws press your arms against the floor as she straddles you, her tail snaking around behind her to continue its ministrations, causing you to quake and buck as it works to keep you from going limp.

 

Though she’s looming over you, she doesn’t seem imposing.

 

Perhaps it’s due to the hot water raining on her back, the overhead lighting that shrouds her face in shadows as she peers at you, or the radiance of her eyes that draw you to them.

 

Then she begins to lower herself – and you brace yourself for another ravenous kiss. Instead, she simply lays her forehead to yours, then steals a light, almost chaste kiss from your lips.

 

Before anything can proceed further, a loud bang comes from the door, followed by some muffled voices and then silence. Savannah sits up, placing her paws on her hips as she looks from the door to you. “Guess this one’ll have ta be a quickie,” she says with hints of sadness.

 

You’ve still not recovered from your refractory period – something Savannah is rather aware of. She releases one of your arms, then reaches behind her. With a quick snapping motion, she turns to face you – barb in paw. Bringing it to your chest, she pops out a murderous-looking claw from one of her furry digits.

 

You want to shove her off, but she works her tail around your shaft with renewed vigor, causing your arm to tremble and halt mid-air.

 

She then lightly scratches you, causing you to let out a hiss of pain. “…Sorry…” is all she says as she brings up the barb, touching the tip to the thin line of blood forming on your chest. “But I don’t want to get ya too juiced up…”

 

It only takes half a minute before you feel a warmth spreading through your groin. The hypersensitivity becomes more prominent, but even pain begins to feel like pleasure.

 

Savannah grins, clearly pleased with your expression “That’s the stuff, ain’t it?”

 

And then she stands off of you, though you’re still laying between her paws. Staring up, all you can see is her sodden cunt, still drooling down the insides of her thighs, her breasts, and the tips of her ears.

 

And then you can see her lewd organ, clamped down on you, sucking and tugging, but slowing.

 

“If ya want it, yer gonna have to reach out ‘n grab it…” she says, bending slightly to expose her face.

 

Wordlessly your arms reach up, fingers dancing along the plump, leathery bulb. The barbs are now retracted, allowing you to touch it wherever you want.

 

And touch you do, as you take firm hold of it and stroke it on yourself like an onahole – though that’s basically what it is. A living, hot, semen-siphoning onahole attached to a busty beauty.

 

Savannah grins, looking down at you, then begins to toy with herself. She slides her legs farther apart, causing her cunt lips to part themselves as you continue to thrust her hole down onto you at the same time your hips buck up into it. The venom is quickly restoring your ability to orgasm again, and it won’t be long now based on the warmth in your balls and in your groin.

 

Her furry finger delves inside her, accompanied by gasps and moans. Every time you thrust hard into her tail, she lets loose another throaty moan, and in no time her pussy is drooling straight down, covering your chest in her fluids.

 

The tail-onahole is gripping, squeezing, and sucking as it always does, forcing you to close your eyes and struggle to hold yourself back so you can enjoy it. You want to cum into it so badly, but you know that when you do the pleasure will end.

 

But, with your eyes closed, you missed the moving shadow above you. Savannah siddled forward, and now her secretions are dripping straight down onto your face, the tangy lovejuices from her folds entering your mouth.

 

“Go…on…end it,” she pants out between moans. With her tail constantly locked on you, she must’ve been riding the edge of another orgasm, and now she’s practically there.

 

Or, based on the loud wail and sudden outpouring, she got there. It’s almost like someone upended a cup full of her honey onto your face, wasting all that tart, sticky liquid.

 

The sounds of her orgasm above you, the taste of her on your tongue, and the sudden sharp contractions of her tailpussy that match her cunt in sympathy bring you to another hard orgasm.

 

Your arms fall to the side feebly as your hips thrust up on their own, your cock twitching and spasming as it unloads globs of thick semen into the manticore. Due to the potent venom, every thick rope is more voluminous, leaving a noticeable feeling of distension as it travels up your urethra and splits your opening.

 

“Mmm, so much… all for me…” Savannah says, her legs shaking and trembling as she struggles to keep standing, though she loses that fight and sinks back on top of you. Hey eyes close and she gasps with every ejaculation, biting her lower lip in utter joy.

 

Then she collapses forward, her tailpussy losing its ability to stay clamped around you. Without the constantly pressure and massaging, you rapidly begin going limp as Savannah pants atop you.

 

It’s about then that you notice the door is being banged on nearly constantly, with words of “What the fuck is going on in here?” bleeding through.

 

“Well… no time for a nap, huh darlin’?” Savannah says, smiling at you as she hoists herself up. “Kinda not so clean now, but we’ll do…”

 

Helping you onto your feet, you both take a few precious more seconds to wash off your love before exiting.

 

As you two exit, you see Clare standing there nervously, with a small crowd of very unhappy people on the other side of her. Hearing the door open, she whips around.

 

“What the fuck was that? Took you two long enough,” she says in a whispered yell.

 

The rest of the crowd seems rowdy as well, but Savannah stares them all down into submission. Perhaps it’s the wings or the tail, or maybe just her eyes, but whatever it is, it allows you three to leave the place in peace.

 

Heading towards the truck, now it’s Clare’s turn to be acting odd. Savannah is happy as can be, and is especially ‘touchy,’ constantly bumping against you and lightly touching you. You’re pretty sure it’s not specifically to piss off Clare, but the manticore would have to be pretty obtuse to miss the glares she’s receiving from the cat.

 

Once everyone is piled into the truck, Savannah sets off. “Shouldn’t take us too long,” she says, adjusting her ‘It’s not rape if they cum’ hat.

 

Looking her over, the only thing she’s missing is a piece of grass hanging from a lip.

 

Clare is continuing to pout in the back, though she doesn’t appear to be as moody as Savannah was.

 

And, after a few minutes driving, you realize that you’re heading for the downtown area of MGC.

 

--

 

Easing to a stop in a parking lot, Savannah allows the engine to idle down a moment before shutting it off.

 

Other than the large park-and-ride style lot, there’s not much around. So, you ask Savannah what’s going on now from the passenger seat.

 

“I ain’t drivin’ through the downtown. Too cramped, ‘n I already get shit mileage as it is,’ Savannah says, stretching before she reaches for the door. “So, we’re walkin.”

 

Great. How far, you ask.

 

She smiles. “Not that far, don’t worry.”

 

The curtain to the sleeper rustles ,giving way to Clare as she pokes a paw through to push it aside. She’d been brooding in the back, but appears to be back in good spirits.

 

“Walking huh? Are you sure you don’t want to drive, or are you just trying to get some exercise…?” Clare says, smirking mischievously. Maybe she’s still feeling a little vindictive after all.

 

Savannah blushes slightly, then rushes out of the door without a word. Seems she took your advice to heart.

 

Shaking her head and sighing, Clare looks down at you, her tail tip wiggling back and forth. “Well, let’s get moving.”

 

At least Clare seems to be herself, though you rethink that as she presses her breasts to your back when you turn to open the door. Not exactly complaining, but she sort of stopped doing that after she’d earned your love.

 

Then she takes the opportunity to nibble at your earlobe while her breasts are planted firmly against your back.

 

No, you’re not doing this, not now. What’s gotten into these two anyways? Darting from the truck, you look back to see Clare looking mildly annoyed at your sudden departure.

 

She exits after you, closing the door as you make your way around the truck to Savannah. Seems the blush has faded from her face.

 

“Right,” the manticore says, checking her phone for the time. “It’s just downtown, so not far from here.”

 

Without waiting for a confirmation from either of you, Savannah turns and begins walking.

 

An hour or so later, the three of you are in the heart of the city amongst the towering steel and glass buildings. Though it’s relatively late, the hustle and bustle hasn’t faded. The streets are packed with cars, and the sidewalks crowded with people.

 

The amorous mood of Savannah and Clare is still running strong; they walk with you in between them, hooking their arms around yours. Based on all the looks you’re receiving, specifically from other monstergirls, they must think you’re some sort of big-name to be strutting about with a manticore and a cheshire. Manticores in particular aren’t well-known for ‘sharing.’

 

It reminds you a bit of the resort, though now there are far more people, and far more curious eyes.

 

Whenever you ask Savannah how much further, she always just says ‘Not much more,’ even though you’re pretty sure you’ve walked at least a mile since the last time you asked. There’s also the question of why you all walked, rather than taking the subway to somewhere closed.

 

When you asked Savannah that question, she seemed genuinely confused, but then shook her head and said that it was better to walk.

 

Considering their odd behavior today, maybe that’s not much stranger than anything else that’s occurred so far.

 

Eventually you notice the crowds are starting to thin. There are fewer cars, fewer people, until everything seems… quiet. Except for the chatty dynamic duo on either side of you, anyways.

 

After another mile, your patience finally snaps, and you turn, intent on demanding to know where the fuck you’re going.

 

But no one is there. Not Savannah. Not Clare. Not anyone.

 

Or rather, there is one person.

 

She appears to be a kitsune wearing a short yukata, near the entrance to a park. Tilting your head, you can’t help but think she looks familiar.

 

The air is warm, with a scent of something you can’t place. It makes you feel… at ease. Something in your mind is warning you that you need to be alert, but it’s such a small, quiet piece.

 

Why is the kitsune growing larger? Oh, it’s because your legs are bringing you closer to her. Funny, you don’t remember wanting to walk towards her. No matter, she seems nice enough. How could someone who smiles like that be anything but the nicest?

 

Closer and closer you get, and the more details you can make out. She’s blonde with long hair, and bright, fluffy tails that sway about… along with her ample hips. Is she moving the tails, or are they moving her hips? It’s hard to tell.

 

Her breast is… not as large as you’re used to, though it’s hard to imagine another woman who could live up to Savannah’s greatness; Clare isn’t exactly a slouch in that department either.

 

But something about her modest chest seems very charming and alluring. Why is it that you think that?

 

Once but a few steps away, she bends over and blows you a kiss, then extends an arm out and curls a finger inwards, beckoning you closer.

 

It’d be a shame to refuse her. You know what she wants, and you’re more than happy to provide.

 

Nearly in arm’s reach, she suddenly takes a few steps backwards into the park. Funny, when was there such a vast… forest in the city? You remember a park, but this is… quite massive. As quick as the thought arrived to you, it proved fleeting and dispersed. Who cares about that – that coy kitsune needs to be captured.

 

Every time you get close, she hops away with a giggle, repeating her gestures.

 

Where did all these blue glowy flames come from, anyways? Well whatever, they make it easier to see in the dark.

 

Then something urges you to turn around. You don’t know what. It feels like someone called for you. Sort of stumbling as you turn, you realize the entrance to the forest is so very distant. You probably shouldn’t be this far away from Savannah or Clare. They’d yell at you for wandering off.

 

Something snaps your head back, but you can’t make out what as you vision fades to black.