Nodding your head, you say sure, you’d enjoy spending some time with her. A warm smile is her response. You wonder how a manticore, known for their sadistic nature, could be so amiable and pleasant. Maybe it’s because she’s older?

 

Sitting down next to her, she bumps against you lightly with her shoulder, then lays back facing the television. Smiling, she again pats next to her. Scooting up, you lay down next to her. She wraps one of her paws around you from behind, squeezing you tightly against her. She’s as warm and soft as ever, though her wing does poke you a bit.

 

She asks if there’s anything you want to watch. You shrug, saying nothing in particular. She thinks for a bit, then picks up the remote from a storage bin and turns the TV on. After flipping through some saved shows on the DVR, she settles on something.

 

Ice Road Truckers.

 

You should have known.

 

It’s not your most favorite thing to watch, but Savannah seems to be into it. Though she doesn’t seem to be paying too much attention to you, she still holds you close to her. In a slight change of roles, you lay your head on her shoulder. Without taking her eyes off the screen, she follows your lead and rests her cheek on the top of your head.

 

Laying like this, it’s impossible to not look down her body. The great swell of her breast, the softness of her midriff peaking out from a slightly too-short shirt, the way her pants hug her hips and thighs, accentuating their thickness.

 

A reaction is impossible to avoid, no matter how much you try. While sex with her would probably feel great, and you do want to, you honestly would rather just enjoy this atmosphere for a while longer. Despite your efforts, your hard-on makes itself known as it pokes into the manticore’s side.

 

“...Took ya long enough, darlin,’ Savannah says seductively, though she’s still watching the show.

 

“Mind unbuttoning my pants fer me?”

 

You gulp, then move your hands over to her waist. Though it’s a bit difficult from this angle, you manage to undo the clasp. Using her free paw, Savannah then begins to wiggle her hips while pulling her pants off; said hips and ass are in the perfect position to grind against your dick as she works the leggings free.

 

The pants hit the floor in a heap, and now you’ve got a full view of her lower parts, save for those covered by her panties. The slightest hints of moisture are beginning to show on them. Taking your right hand in her free paw, she places it on the inside of her left thigh. You run your hand up and down her warm flesh, your fingers sinking in slightly as you caress her. Based on her now slightly shallower breathing, you figure she’s enjoying it as well.

 

Several minutes later, Savannah suddenly pulls away from you. You’re wondering what’s going on, but then you see the show has ended.

 

“Have anythin’ on the bunk above us?”

 

You shake your head no.

 

She then reaches up, and pushes hard on the low ceiling above you. To your surprise it swings up, then locks into place.

 

“Now we’ve got the room we need, sugar.”

 

In one swift motion, she pulls off her shirt, freeing her large breasts. They sway slightly, still managing to be shapely despite their mass and her age. Truly god has worked his miracles here.

 

You figure the panties are next, but for some reason she’s stopped, looking at you expectantly.

 

Tilting your head in wonder, you think about what’s going on. Then you realize that all of your clothes are still on. Now would be a good time to correct that mistake. Undoing your belt and clasp, you begin to remove your pants. Dissatisfied by your slowness, Savannah manages to yank them off you in one firm tug, sending them whirling out past the curtain.

 

“Hey! I’m drivin’ here!”

 

Apparently your pants had found their way to Clare; she throws them back through the curtain.

 

Next comes the shirt while Savannah works your boxers off, finally freeing your cock for her to see. Leaning over you, her nipples rub lightly against your stomach, her breath blowing across your trembling shaft. Every puff of air causes your member to twitch with excitement. With your shirt thrown to the end of the bunk, you’re now entirely nude. Every fiber of your being aches for Savannah’s touch, but she doesn’t appear to be proceeding any further. Looking at you with an expression of desire and longer, she begins to lean back, her ears twitching.

 

Perhaps that’s it.

 

You catch her by the ears, in a manner of speaking. Massaging and rubbing along their length intensely, Savannah shudders. In very little time her breath begins to come in short, ragged bursts. Pressing against your chest, she pushes you down with her so that your ear massage does not stop, while still allowing herself to lay completely down. Lifting her legs up, she begins to slide her panties off, revealing her shaven, glistening mound. The musky scent and sight of her reddened labia manages to make you harder still.

 

Her chest is rising and falling in short bursts with each breath as you relentlessly assault her ears. But no, that’s not good enough. Taking the tip of an ear into your mouth, you begin to nibble and tickle it with your tongue. The furry texture isn’t the most appealing thing to have in your mouth, but the response from Savannah is more than worth it.

 

A moan builds in her throat, then becomes a long growl that escapes with every quick breath. Fumbling with her paw, she captures one of your hands, pulling it down from her ear to her increasingly wet crotch. Your fingers and palm glide over her mons pubis, but you stop just short of going all the way down. Instead you tease her a bit, massaging and rubbing the areas just above her most sensitive part. She squirms and writhes, trying to encourage you give her release.

 

“Ju...just do... it… already…”, she pants out

 

Well, it’d be rude to turn down a lady.

 

Tracing the edges of her soppy lips to apply lubricant to your fingers and hand, you glide your hand back up over her clit, catching it with your entire palm and middle finger.

 

She growls again, arching her back, almost breaking free of your grasp on her ears.

 

Reversing the motion, you dip your fingers into her as your hand descends. Curling your fingers up against her vaginal wall, you rest your palm on her love-button. After a brief pause, you start to shake your hand up and down, stimulating her everything. With the combined assault against her ears, g-spot, and clit, Savannah is shaking and gasping non-stop. Her paws are reaching out to grab at whatever is nearby to hold onto for dear life as her orgasm builds, then rips through her like a bolt of lightning. Her hips bucking wildly, she nearly succeeds in breaking your iron grip on her snatch. Her teeth are clenched tight, but they fail to mute her throaty moan. Just as she seems to relax, the cycle repeats itself, though this time you’re doubly sure of her orgasm as she sprays out her climax. The sticky fluids splatter against the sheets and even going so far as to hit the wall.

 

Finally, you relinquish your grip on her. Savannah collapses on the bed, breathing heavily. Her moistened ear twitches repeatedly.

 

“That…. that was.. great… where… did ya.. learn.. ta do that?”

 

You shrug, saying you’ve been living in Monstergirl City long enough to figure things out.

 

“Well.. fer that.. performance...I’ll… do whatever you.. want…”

 

She gives you a rather content smile, then looks down at your raging, trembling erection.

 

“Poor fella looks like… he could use some love too.”

 

You’ve been eying that tail of hers for a while now. That’s one thing you haven’t experienced during your time in Monstergirl City. You ask her if she can pump you with that tailpussy of hers. Curling it up and around her, she looks at it, then you.

 

“Well, if that’s what ya want, I’d be happy ta oblige.”

 

She smirks as the end of it moves closer and closer to your dick. Pulsing and flaring, it drips a thick, warm fluid onto your crotch. Savannah is simply looking at you, not bringing it closer. Even now she teases you.

 

Please, you ask, don’t do this – you gave her release, after all. She sighs, her expression softening.

 

“Fine, fine.”

 

Even before she finishes speaking, her tail engulfs your dick in a single, swift stroke. It’s warm, almost hot, and you were entirely correct about all the bumps and ridges. The sensation is nothing short of divine; the initial stroke was nearly enough to make you orgasm. A gasp catches in your throat before slipping out in a soft moan.

 

Savannah rubs a paw on your chest, looking at you fondly. Your eyes meeting hers, you can’t help but think this is the first time you’ve really noticed her crimson eyes. Rather than malicious or intimidating, they look… beautiful and gentle. What a strange thought. Though your thoughts are soon eradicated once her tail begins pumping up and down with slow, deliberate purpose.

 

Each ridge and bump catches and massages every part of your shaft and glans. The warm, sticky fluid allows the lascivious orifice to glide up and down effortlessly. Occasionally it makes a sucking or popping noise as air and your relentlessly hard dick is pushed through the viscous liquid, in and out of the fleshy fuckhole.

 

Unable to stand the slow pace any longer, you grab her tail and forcefully pump it up and down.

 

“Was that so… hard?” Savannah coos.

 

Apparently she wanted you to do that from the beginning. Rather than assume all control, it would seem she wants you to have some initiative.

 

The surging warmth that’s building inside of you is desperate for release. With one final, forceful shove you press the tail as hard against yourself as you can while simultaneously raising your hips. Your eyes close in bliss as several thick bursts of cum work their way through your turgid cock and into Savannah’s tailpussy. Every new pulse through your dick feels better than the last.

 

As each jet of semen splashes and sprays inside the orifice, Savannah lets out a little gasp as she drinks and sucks everything you have to offer to her. She lays her head on your chest, running her paws in circles on your chest as her tail tugs and squeezes on your member to wring out every last drop.

 

You’ve noticed she’s started gasping as well. What was it that Clare said? That manticore can cum from their tails as well? From Savannah’s face, it looks like she enjoyed that almost as much as you did.

 

Still, it’s not enough - not nearly enough. There’s no way your erection is going away so quickly. Well, if it’s initiative she wants…

 

With her head on your chest, you’re easily able to take one of her ears into your mouth again. The manticore instantly gasps, then looks up at you with her eyes, smiling. Much like before, you reach down to her soppy cunt and begin to tease her clit while your other hand alternates between her ears.

 

She closes her eyes, biting her lower lip gently as she moans in short breaths. Still mindful of you, however, she commands the tail into action. Rather than pumping it up and down as before, she makes it vibrate. The sudden feeling gives you pause, but you’re determined not to lose to her in this race. Enough with the toying - you begin to work her cunt with a maddened frenzy, determined to make her the first to orgasm.

 

Not to be outdone, she ups the ante as well. The inside of the tailpussy begin to undulate and stroke your cock as it vibrates. Despite the bulb remaining absolutely still, it feels like it’s pumping you faster than you could ever think possible. Your hips tremble and buck as the muscles focus on your glans and the area just under the ridge. The amount of control she has with that tail is nothing short of amazing.

 

As if its pulsating undulations weren’t enough, now she’s increased its tightness to the point where it feels like a pair of hands gripping your cock as hard they can. Though due to the copious amounts of fluids drooling out of it, along with the soft walls, it’s not painful in the least.

 

Two fingers isn’t going to be enough for her hungry, wet cunt so you slip a third in. You work your hand up and down with as much intensity as you can muster while rubbing her clit with your palm. Her hips and waist are beginning to buck. She’s lost this race, in a manner of speaking.

 

Her snatch clamps down around your fingers, nearly preventing you from being able to slide them out as you feel a gush of liquid splash out around your hand. Though unlike before, rather than a single stream, she fires off multiple jets, each one timed with a moan and a buck of her hips. Her pussy itself shakes and trembles with every arc of liquid the sprays out.

 

No wonder she needed all those cleaning supplies earlier.

 

Despite Savannah’s wild ride, she maintains masterful control of the tail. Watching the spectacle of her hips rising nearly two feet in the air, the musky fluids emanating from her crotch, the bouncing and swaying of her breasts with every bucking motion combined with the tailpussy clamped to your dick is enough to coax another orgasm from you despite the relatively short time since your last one.

 

This time it’s Savannah who drives the tailpussy down into you; she’s hungry to soak up whatever you can provide. Gritting your teeth, your muscles contract with explosive force to expel all the semen the manticore demands. Every tendril of cum that bursts forth from your cock into the bulb is greedily consumed and absorbed. Savannah licks her lips as if she can taste it. Despite the second orgasm coming so soon after the first, you still manage to fire off five thick strands into her living onahole. Each spurt causes the tail to contract tighter still, increasing the suction you feel on the head of your cock.

 

Gasping, your close your eyes in bliss. As the seconds tick by, your throbbing cock pulses with each heartbeat. You’ve still not had enough. You look longingly at Savannah; she nods in response.

 

“That’s what I like ‘bout you youngins. Full of energy an’ cum.” She sits up, and motions for you to sit in front of her. Intertwining her legs with yours, pressing her breasts to your back, she again lowers the tailpussy onto your aching member. Holding your hands in her paws, she guides your hands onto it.

 

“Pump it,” she whispers into your ear, clicking and nibbling on the lobe.

 

Commanded by her words, you begin to thrust the drooling hole. Her paws still on your hands, she presses down more firmly. You can feel the pressure distort the inside of her fuckhole. Every bump and ridge inside of it nearly drives you mad as it glides along your shaft and glans due your increased post-orgasm sensitivity.

 

“Pump it!” she whispers harshly.

 

The pace increasing ever faster with her aid, fluids are being to squirt and spit of it as it constantly expands and contracts to meet the needs of your rampaging cock.

 

“Oh, you amateur. This is how you pump it!”

 

Taking complete control from you, Savannah works the tail into a frenzy. Closing your eyes and leaning back into her beasts, you allow Savannah to work her magic as it feels like you could melt. The rapid pace quickly brings you to an edge. You have no idea how you can cum so much in such a short period of time, especially considering Savannah hasn’t injected you with her venom yet.

 

The hot, wet hole is mercilessly in its own desire to vacuum out your semen. Just as you’re about to orgasm yet again, everything inside of her tail feels like it’s trying to draw out your thick, sticky love-fluid. There’s no reason to resist any longer, you think. Just let yourself go and enjoy Savannah’s love. Relaxing into her further, your balls tense up and contract slightly as you fire off another round of sticky streamers into her waiting flesh. God, you think, does every contraction, every pulse, feel good. It was never like this when you were raped. You wish it would never end. Chewing on your bottom lip as the last jet of semen works its way free, you give a content sigh. Despite all you’ve unloaded into her tailpussy, not a single drop of semen has leaked out. Savannah has taken it all with her hungry desire.

 

Savannah releases your cock from its hot, wet prison, letting her tail droop to the floor. She’s still breathing heavily, but her face is one of pure bliss. She’s clearly enjoyed this as much, if not more, than you have.

 

The whole ordeal has certainly tuckered the two of you out. Flopping down onto the bed, Savannah remains under you as your head is nestled between her breasts. She wraps you up with her fluffy paws and sighs into your hair. Despite the soaked sheets and bedding, you manage to doze off in her arms.