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Her hair was slick and smelled faintly of hand soap, likely used to remove the sergal’s seed from her hair or at least cover up the smell of sex.\n\nThe sergal’s clothes were far more wrinkled than when they had come into the theatre due to the encounter but there had been a reason he had chosen this particular style. Even when it was a mess it still tended to look good, albeit less dashing. “Yeah but making them to your size specifications requires ridiculous amounts of sugar and time. Not to mention I’m the only one in the company strong enough to lift and shape that much molten sugar at once by myself. I mean I COULD have the taffy pullers work it but that still would require three of them and that’d reduce my taffy output.”\n\nSherly would give the sergal’s tail a tug as she stuck her tongue out at him. “Well too bad, you lost and you know what happens when you don’t make good on your bets.” She’d grin wide, wagging a finger as she lead him out of the theatre back into the bustling mall, now filled with far more people as it grew later in the day and some folk were out of work or school for the day.\n\nHe remembered all right, though for him it wasn’t much of a punishment. Generally her punishments involved tossing him to her ‘sisters’ which were actually failed experiments from her company. He didn’t care for a few of their modifications but he could generally wear them out, although he was usually glad he was undead when that punishment took place. That many girls for that long would have likely killed him before he died. Although last time his body required more than a few repairs once they figured out they didn’t have to be gentle with him. “I’d rather not need to sew my lower half back together more than once per year, thank you. You’ll get your dildo and I’d tell ya to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine but we both know that’s exactly where it’s going anyways.”\n\nHer ears flattened a bit at his tone though her smile only faded slightly. She was used to this. The sergal had a bit of a problem with losing which she used to her advantage on occasion. He was less likely to hold back during a quickie if he was still seething over a loss. Still, like anyone, it made him a bit less pleasant to be around for a little while. “So bitter. Have you always been such a sore loser? Or is that a recent development?”\n\nThe sergal would shoot a halfhearted glare down at the tiny foxcat, already seeming to cool off despite the loss. He was already going through steps in his head to remind himself the bet was in good fun and he didn’t really want to win in the first place. “Why don’t YOU tell me how long I’ve been a sore loser? You’ve seen the trophy room in my apartment. How many of those did I tell you were for revenge?”\n\nThe foxcat would sigh, shrugging the comment off before taking his hand once more. “Alright alright...I still think the charred angel wings are fake though. There are at least some credible explanations on the fringes of the scientific community for your undeath and ‘magic’, but until you can show me an actual angel or demon, I’m staying skeptical. I have to maintain some credibility as a scientist after all, and that’s hard enough in my field without you and your voodoo making things worse. My investors almost laughed me out of the room the last time you brought up alchemy during a meeting. Now then, we should grab some dinner before the show tonight. What are you in the mood for? I was thinking somewhere with a good soup selection.”\n\nScratching at the side of his muzzle Entaru would think on that for a moment. “Don’t really care for soup myself. Hard for me to absorb it quickly enough before it begins staining the fabric I’m made of. I’m sure we can find somewhere that has a decent menu for us both though.” The sergal would quirk a brow slightly as it suddenly occurred to him that she mentioned a show. “Wait, I don’t remember you saying anything about a show when you invited me along. Come to think of it, we’ve been bouncing all over in terms of the plan you told me earlier. What are you up to?”\n\nThis would bring a playful smirk across Sherly’s muzzle, the little foxcat looking up at him with feigned innocence. “Up to? Now what would give you the idea that little old me would be up to something? You just forgot that I told you. Your age is beginning to show, Ent, though it’s about time after three hundred some years.” This would bring a giggle to her lips as she skipped along in front of him.\n\nThe sergal would watch her as he followed along, his expression set into a flat unimpressed grimace as he did his best to weave through a crowd of people that had developed in front of them. “I would have remembered something about a show. We just went to a movie so I know you don’t mean that.” It would be about now that Entaru would notice something that he hadn’t before about the mall. Half obscured by the growing crowd, he’d see banners here and there for a concert that was taking place in the main thoroughfare of the mall a few floors below them. Each one seemed to shine in the fluorescent light, the purple and blue banners seeming to almost sparkle with carefully planned elegance, holofoil stars creating an aura of unthreatening poise to the group of young mice on the front. Emblazoned in flourished glittering letters at the feet of the boy band was the name ‘Whisker Kisses,’ cementing the sergal’s sudden need to groan out as if suffering intestinal distress. “Awwww crap….”\n\nNow things were starting to make sense. The massive tide of preteen girls at the Cub Club Fashion store should have been his first clue. Yes, it was generally a miniature madhouse but not like it was today with how cram packed it was. The general exhaustion of some of the mall staff should have been a tip off as well. Events like these, while good business for the mall, nearly always made life difficult for the mall employees. Of course, however he missed the massive banner hanging over the food court made the sergal a little wary of his ever increasing age, even if Sherly had only pointed it out in jest.\n\n“I would have thought it was easy enough to remember, but I guess you aren’t as observant as you make yourself out to be.” The foxcat would nudge Entaru’s hip with her elbow, a puckish grin on her face. In reality she had indeed tricked him but she knew how absent minded the sergal could be at times and he was always too proud to admit it. “Although I guess I did forget to mention the concert was for a boy band. My bad!”\n\nThe sergal would rub at his temples with a sigh before looking down at Sherly with an unamused expression. “Well I know we aren’t going for the music. You know my tastes don’t venture far from ‘classical’ as you are wont to call it and I highly doubt your musical preference include boy bands. So I imagine you have an ulterior motive in our attendance.” As they moved through the crowd it became obvious that the percentage of young girls was increasing, large groups of them being poorly herded through the mall by one or two harried adult chaperones per group, although he could have sworn several groups included some younger boys as well, albeit dressed in similar fashion.\n\nSherly would nod a few more times than necessary as she slipped through the crowd, doing her best to lead the sergal through a relatively less populated path to avoid him stepping on anyone or tripping. “I’ll tell you later, when we aren’t in danger of being trampled or becoming the trampler. Come on, I think I see a good place to eat.”\n\nEntaru would look down at Sherly with a raised brow, curious as to how she managed to see anything in this crowd, especially at her height. Still, she was not lying. Apparently she had spotted an Armano’s restaurant through the crowd. Armano’s was of the variety of restaurant chains that those with limited incomes would consider fancy but paled in comparison when compared to actual high class restaurants and would fail to even surpass many ‘greasy spoons’ in food quality. Still it would certainly be higher quality food than what the food court had to offer. It also didn’t help the mall’s only other options were fast food joints or buffets. At least Armano’s wouldn’t be as plagued by the mall’s current majority of spoiled children. The place specialized in pastas, breads, and meats heavily seasoned in garlic, basil, and oregano and many of the young girls in the mall today were of the persuasion that avoided anything that had the word ‘carbs’ associated with it in the misguided fear that they would get fat and die an early death if gluten even so much as touched their tongue.\n\nFinally pulling themselves from the crowd, the two’s senses would be assaulted by the spices the restaurant was infamous for, overpowering the heavily perfumed air that the crowd outside carried. Both would find themselves feeling a pang of dread at the prospect of how heavy the headache inducing perfumes would be later tonight before focusing on the feline woman in a waitress uniform before them. She was pleasant but clearly on autopilot as she greeted them. “Good evening, and welcome to Armano’s. Table for two?”\n\nThe sergal would nod, holding up a pair of fingers before Sherly piped up to agree. “Yes, please. Preferably not a booth though. Kronos the titan, here, gets stuck if his chair can’t move.” The little foxcat would hitch a thumb over her shoulder towards Entaru as she spoke, her tail flicking playfully behind her. Snorting derisively, Entaru would shake his head before clutching his talons behind his back. He couldn’t exactly argue.\n\n“Right this way, then.” The waitress would take them to a large table, meant usually for larger customers such as Entaru. The table was more than a head taller than Sherly and covered with a large white tablecloth that would reach down to barely caress the floor, making it seem more like a flat topped tent than a table to anyone of normal size. The chairs surrounding it were far too tall for Sherly to sit on without help or a ladder and a smirk would appear on Entaru’s face as he watched her glare up at the seat. However this was not the first time the restaurant was met with these circumstances and a rather disheveled busboy would be called over to bring the tiny foxcat a special chair to rectify the problem. From the sergal’s perspective it looked to be a high chair meant for children, sans the child restraints and with a stepladder built into the chair’s base, allowing for the occupant to climb up and even rest their feet on the top step to negate the disorienting feeling that came with sitting in a seat so high off the ground.\n\nThe waitress would seem distracted as she handed them the menus and began to list the daily specials for them, her eyes never quite making contact with them as she seemed to be searching the room as spoke. Shortly after the woman was began to repeat herself the two would finally realize she was not exactly paying attention. It was only when Entaru waved his massive claw in front of her face would she snap her attention back to them. “Uh ma’am, you’ve said the soup special was wedding soup about three times now. Are you feeling alright?”\n\nThe woman would blush profusely as she was called out before looking down in shame. “I-I’m sorry. I brought my daughter with me to work today so I could take her to the Whisker Kisses concert after my shift.” She hugged her receipt book in both hands against her chest, her feet shuffling nervously as she spoke. “She’s been playing hide and seek with some of the busboys who check for her when they aren’t dealing with dishes and I’m worried she’s going to bother a customer. I’m sorry to ask but if you see her could you call me over or send her to me? Her name is Mazhi, she’s a tan kitten and has lavender hair so she should be easy enough to notice if you do.”\n\nThe sergal would grimace slightly at this. He had hoped the restaurant would be free of children so he would have time to mentally prepare himself for whatever Sherly had in mind for the concert later tonight. Still, it wasn’t as nearly as bad as it could have been. One child was hardly going to make him sweat. He’d give the waitress a single nod, smiling softly despite his mild irritation “I’ll wave you down if we find her.”\n\nThis would bring a sigh of relief to the waitress’ lips as she brought up her receipt book, regaining a semblance of professionalism once again as she got ready to take their orders. “Thank you so much, sir...now then, what can I get for your drinks? We have a wonderful selection of wines if you wish to peruse our wine list.”\n\nSherly would shake her head a few times before looking down at the waitress, a sudden sense of vertigo hitting her as she realized just how high up she was. So this was what it felt like to be tall. She couldn’t imagine walking around at this height, though she could definitely see the draw of being so tall as she managed to get a good look down the waitress’ cleavage. Shaking off the wave of dizziness after a moment she’d smile. “I’ll take a Conga from the bar.” Turning to the sergal she’d smirk a bit, giving him a wink. “Need something sweet and fruity to balance out the salt from earlier.”\n\n“Not sure if that drink will mix well with the soups they have on offer but then again I can never really tell with your anatomy.” The sergal would roll his eyes with a soft chuckle as he perused the menu for a moment, flicking a tongue over his teeth in thought before nodding down to the waitress. “Such a shame...I miss wine but it does not agree with me. I think I’ll go without a drink, thank you, but could I get the deep fried cheese tortellini appetizer?” The sergal would sigh softly in melancholy. His current form was not built for liquids which meant many foods and almost all drinks were off limits to him. Not that he needed them, being dead, but he liked to at least pretend to be alive and over the years he had redeveloped his sense of smell and taste, even if they were merely a shadow of his former senses.\n\nThe waitress would nod curtly, her vacant smile plastered across her muzzle as she wrote down the order. “Can do...I’ll be right back with your drink and the tortellini should be ready in a few minutes.” Tapping the back of her pen against the receipt book she’d slip it into her pocket before heading out of view, her nervously flicking tail the only current indication of her worry.\n\nLeaning back in his seat, Entaru would let out a slow breath as he took a moment to relax, taking in the quieter atmosphere of the restaurant. It was nowhere near silent, but it stood leagues apart from the hustle and bustle just outside the door. It was nice to finally sit in a seat built for someone his size today and everything on his side of the table could be held with more than two fingers. Creatures of his size were uncommon, most species settling around the 5 foot mark with some variations. Of course there was the occasional oddball like him, most who had themselves augmented to be such a height and some who were primal throwbacks to when their species were much larger. Still it was rare enough that accommodations for beings of his size were not required by law and it made life easier when a company went out of their way to provide such a comfort.\n\nHis thoughts would be interrupted when he felt something brush against his leg, the sergal quirking a brow slightly as he looked to Sherly. Was that her tail? It was the only part of her long enough to reach him under this table. He’d shrug it off before beginning to unroll his utensils from his napkin. “So, care to enlighten me on your plan or is there still too many people here to discuss it?”\n\nSherly would simply wink at the sergal as she sat back in her seat, lifting the menu to obscure her face from him. She wasn’t giving any answers yet. Besides right now she was more focused on which soup she should order. As she skimmed over the menu, she’d let out a light giggle before looking to Entaru over her menu. “I should come here more often. Most of the soups are sausage or meatballs drenched in salty liquids.”\n\nEntaru would look at her flatly, a grimace etched along his muzzle, his eyebrow raising even higher as he tried to figure out why she said that. “Sausage in sal-oh for fuck’s sake. Grow up!” Despite his tone he’d find himself struggling not to smile at the juvenile humor, merely shaking his head as Sherly let loose another string of giggles. \n\nThe sergal pulled up his own menu to hide his failing grimace, looking over the menu once again now that he had found his appetizer. His eyes were immediately drawn to the seafood pastas they had available, the sergal licking his chops as he imagined how it may taste before feeling something press against his leg again, slowly sliding up his thigh. Shaking his head he’d peer over his menu at Sherly, a mildly smug look on his face. “Aren’t we a little past the ‘playing footsie’ stage of our relationship?”\n\nSherly would tilt her head curiously, now her turn to raise a brow at the sergal’s words. “Footsie? What are you talking about? I can’t even reach you, let alone play footsie. Besides if I wanted to do that you know I’d be a little more forward than playing footsie.”\n\nThe smug smirk on his visage would quickly be replaced with confusion as he set his menu down. “Well if it’s not you then-” He’d be cut off as he suddenly felt the zipper of his pants slide down beneath the table, his member falling free from his pants and being hidden by the tablecloth. A bright red tinge would come to the sergal’s cheeks before he leaned forward to give Sherly a glare. “Okay very funny. Does this have to do with the concert? You got a new augmentation and wanted to try it out?”\n\nSherly would grimace now, puffing out her cheeks indignantly. “I’ll have you know that I wouldn’t augment myself any further unless it was temporary. I like the way I am. Why are you grilling me all of a sudden? And why are you blushing?” Her arms would cross over her chest, ear twitching in mild irritation at the questioning.\n\nIt was clear to Entaru that Sherly apparently wasn’t in on this little prank now and was about to speak when the waitress returned. He could only play it cool for now if he wanted to be sure he didn’t get tossed out of the restaurant for public indecency. That was all well and good for the clothes store but he was really looking forward to some shrimp scampi. Pulling up slightly on the tablecloth to be sure he was covered up, he’d smile down to her as placed the plate of tortellini in front of him. “Thank you ma’ AM!!” His eyes would go wide as his voice cracked, the sensation of a rough tiny tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft, followed a pair of small paws gripping at the base of his cock sending a shock of surprise through his body. \n\nSo much for playing it cool.\n\nSherly and the waitress would look to him curiously as he frantically picked up his napkin and began coughing into it. The waitress wore concern as she looked up to him. “Are you alright sir? Can I get you a glass of water?”\n\nSherly held a more skeptical tone as she looked to him suspiciously, her arms still crossed even as her drink was set in front of her. The sergal didn’t cough. That would require breathing which, according to him, he hasn’t done in a few centuries. It was obvious he was hiding something but would aid him for now. “Oh don’t worry about him...he got over a cold a week ago and he’s still getting everything out of his system.”\n\nEntaru would begin nodding immediately, another sure sign that he was hiding something. He was always quick to agree if he wanted to distract or get something over with. “Yes, -khee- forgive my cough. It snuck up -kaff- on me. I’ll be -kuff- fine” The mystery tongue under the table had turned into an entire mouth now, the sergal doing his best to hold himself together as it attempted to wrap around his tip. This was requiring some effort as he was almost fully erect now from the treatment and the mouth belonged to someone very small. Still they were managing it much to the sergal’s chagrin, despite being a tad impressed at how tight a fit it was.\n\nThe waitress would buy the story easily enough, her distracted mind accepting the explanation readily before moving back to focus on her daughter’s whereabouts and the task at hand. “Alright, as long as you’re okay. Now then, were you two ready to order or should I come back in a few minutes?”\n\nEntaru would nod quickly, clearing his throat as he flipped open his menu and did his best not to pant as the tiny mouth gave up on taking in his girth and moved to glide its soft lips along his length, stopping every so often to kiss his tip. “Eherm….yes, sorry about that. I will-haaah…..erm, have the shrimp scampi, extra garlic sauce if you p-please. With a s-side order of g-garlic bread” The sergal’s frantic mind was starting to put two and two together as he looked down at the distracted waitress and suddenly got the feeling her daughter had been doing more than play hide and seek with the busboys, and had now turned her games on him.\n\nAs the waitress wrote down the sergal’s order, Sherly was still attempting to piece together what was going on with her companion, his sudden shifts in mood and attitude strange even for him. It would take the waitress clearing her throat to catch the foxcat’s attention once more. “Huh? Oh right the order. Sorry, I’ll have the soup special, thank you.” She’d keep her gaze on the sergal, taking a sip of her drink and licking her lips clean of any lingering moisture.\n\nThe waitress would nod with a smile as she wrote the order down before looking up at them again. “Alright, the scampi may be a while but the rest should be ready shortly. I’ll be back in a bit with your meals.” Taking the menus and turning on her heel, the feline waitress would slip away between the tables to give the orders to the kitchen, clueless as to her patrons’ odd behavior.\n\nAs soon as the waitress was out of earshot Sherly would take another sip of her drink before shooting a glare toward Entaru. “Alright, what is going on? You’re acting weirder than usual. What’s the matter with you? Another ghost trying to take your body for themselves?” A soft patting sound would come from the wooden step at her feet as she tapped her toes against the small platform impatiently.\n\nBiting into his lower lip to keep from making any more noises, the sergal would rest his arms on the table before leaning forward, bringing a hand up to muffle his voice. “I think I found Mazhi….the waitress’ daughter.” His free hand gripped at the table cloth tightly as he let out a slow breath to try to calm himself down as the tiny tongue emerged once more to caress the base of his shaft as the paws stroked at the rest of him.\n\nSherly would grimace, looking to where she had seen the waitress disappear to before looking back to the sergal. “Well why didn’t you tell her? Did you like the look of her and wanted to have go with her before you send her to her mother?”\n\n“Oh no...haven’t seen what she looks like. Still going off of the description here, though I honestly think it’s a bit late to try and decide if I wanted to play with her.” Entaru would flick his gaze down toward the table, indicating as best as he could for Sherly to look underneath the table, the fur on his arms standing on end as the rough tongue moved its way back up to his tip, gliding in circles around the head of his now throbbing cock.\n\nIt would take a few of the sergal’s hints before Sherly at least understood that she needed to look underneath. Letting out a sigh, she’d sip a fair portion of her drink away before climbing down the steps of the chair. Looking around for a moment she would make sure no one was watching before she slipped under the tablecloth. Underneath was plenty of room for her to stand, though anyone over over five and a half feet tall would have to slouch to avoid hitting their head. The light coming in from through the tablecloth gave dim illumination to the hidden world under the table, allowing her to see through to the surrounding restaurant if she concentrated hard enough. Across from her she’d see her titanic companion’s legs coming through the tablecloth, lifting it and causing clear streaks of light to come through from around his seat. Standing between his legs, however, she’d find the culprit behind the sergal’s odd behavior.\n\nNo older than ten and currently preoccupied with the sergal’s massive shaft, Mazhi would not notice Sherly join her under the table. She had let one of her paws fall away from the throbbing member to reach under the short skirt of her green halter dress, the few streaks of light coming in from around the sergal’s seat making the sequins on the dress flicker and sparkle as she fingered herself. Her panties had gone missing under one of the other tables after trying to please herself while blowing one of the bus boys, but she paid it no mind. Right now it just made satisfying herself easier, as her feminine juices slicked down the fur of her thighs. Her light purple hair, usually sitting in a neat little bob, was a mess thanks to going in and out under tables for the past two hours, her impatient game of hide and seek turning into something far less wholesome. She had been comparing the penis sizes of the different bus boys in her head when she had seen the sergal walk through the door and take a seat in her most recent hiding spot. The enterprising kitten wasn’t about to miss an opportunity of that size.\n\nSherly would smile, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh as she realized Entaru had been acting strange because of this lecherous little girl. She had to admire her initiative, catching the usually composed sergal by surprise and turning him into a flustered mess of a man. Though as she watched the kitten attempt to work the sergal over, it occurred to her that perhaps the girl’s eyes were a bit larger than her proverbial stomach. She was not much bigger than Mazhi, but Sherly had heavily augmented herself to be able to handle such a large package. Watching the kitten was akin to watching a squirrel try to eat an entire zucchini at once.\n\nNow through with watching, Sherly would clear her throat to catch the kitten’s attention. The startled ‘eep’ that came from Mazhi would quickly tell the foxcat she had successfully been noticed, the tan furred kitten releasing Entaru’s shaft and pressing her back against his leg. Her eyes were wide with fear, realizing she had been caught by the sergal’s companion. Immediately a string of whispered apologies began to leave her sex stained lips, her speech garbling itself as she attempted to stay quiet whilst coming out at such high speeds. “OmigawdI’msosorryIdidn’tmeantosuckyourboyfriend’scockitwasjustsobigIcouldn’thelpmyselfallofthebusboyshavesuchboringdicksandhe’sjustsoHUGEIwantedtoseewhatitlookedlikeandthenitsmelledsogoodI’msorryyou’resoluckypleasedon’ttellmymom-” \n\nThe kitten’s rambling would be cut off as Sherly held a finger to her own lips to attempt to silence the child, a soft smile curling onto her face even as a mischievous glint flickered in her eye. “Shhh...it’s okay. He’s not my boyfriend and you aren’t in trouble. I just came down to see why my friend was acting so funny. You should have seen some of the faces he was making while you were down here.” This would provoke a mildly nervous giggle from the kitten, letting her relax a little as Sherly explained that she wasn’t going to tattle. The foxcat would step forward to stand a bit closer to the kitten before looking up at Entaru’s twitching length and continuing. “Though I have to say, you’re being a little ambitious with this one. He could dislocate your jaw or worse, scramble your insides if you tried anything with him.”\n\nThe kitten’s nervousness would quickly fade as Sherly spoke, crossing her arms over her budding chest indignantly as she gave the foxcat a withering glare. “Nuh-uh! Just because I’ve never seen one this big doesn’t mean I can’t take it. I bet you’re just saying that because you can’t do it.” Mazhi had not taken the words lightly, seeing it more as a challenge than a warning and throwing it right back in her face.\n\nUp above the table, Entaru could barely hear the hushed whispers underneath. He didn’t care much to listen though, simply thankful for the relief as he began to gulp down some of the cheese filled tortellini he had ordered as an appetizer. Not that he wasn’t enjoying the mischief under the table, but he knew the consequences of being caught with a minor, if the culprit was who he thought she was. It wasn’t a major crime like it had once been, especially since the complete abolishment of the country’s prison system had been passed, making even the most heinous crime punished with just an incredibly expensive fine. Being caught with a minor was more of a hefty slap on the wrist if the slapping hand was wearing a metal gauntlet. It wasn’t the fine that would hurt the most though. He had money, he could handle that even if he didn’t want to. It was the publicity it’d bring. Such things were shown on the news fairly often and while normal folks fell into debt, business owners like himself were subsequently ruined when the press got a hold of the charges and all of their customers suddenly vanished like smoke. Feeling nothing for a few moments the sergal would begin to attempt to stuff himself back into his pants, fumbling a bit as he had to be careful not to move the tablecloth too much or risk revealing himself, the situation made worse by the fact that he was currently as hard as a rock.\n\nBack underneath the table Sherly was a bit stunned for a moment before smirking devilishly, resting her paws on her hips. Alright, this girl wanted to be competitive, then she would compete. Besides, the sergal had been having most of the fun up until now and his grumpy attitude had rubbed her the wrong way a little. It was payback time. Reaching up the foxcat would grip at Entaru’s member as he attempted to put it away, provoking a short yip from the sergal above, his toes curling in on themselves in surprise. “Alright, you want to be a big girl, lets see it then. I want you spread your legs and take as much of him as you can. If I win, you have to throw your panties onstage during the Whisker Kisses concert tonight. If you win, I’ll give you his address so you can visit and play with him whenever you want. Deal?”\n\nMazhi would swallow softly as she took a moment to think on the bet. “Well I’d have to find my panties first. I think I left them under table E7 or B7. At least I think there was a seven on there.” Shaking her head clear of doubt she’d put on her best face of stubborn determination before nodding to the foxcat. “Okay, deal!” \n\nMoving up between the sergal’s legs once more she’d take a deep breath before slipping out of her dress, handing it over to Sherly like a boxing champion handing over their robe. “Hold this….I don’t want it to get all mussed up.” Staring up at the sergal’s member for a few moments, the kitten’s determination would wane as a problem occurred to her. “Uhhh….I can’t reach.”\n\nSherly would grin smugly, expecting Mazhi to be making excuses to get out of the bet before realizing that she couldn’t reach either. They could blow him all they wanted and give him a handjob but between how tall the chair was, how tall the table was, and the sergal’s own height she was finding a problem she was unused to. Generally the sergal would be forced into a seat too small for him, making him crouch down. Even if they could reach, they would be pressed against the bottom of the table, risking exposure once things got heated. “Ah...yeah, that is a problem.”\n\nUp above the sergal’s upper lip would twitch in worry. He had barely been able to pass off his yip earlier as a hiccup and was beginning to realize the severity of the situation as he heard the voices under the table raise slightly out of irritation. He knew the tone too well. Competitive tendencies had overtaken the mission he had sent the foxcat on and, with the squeeze as evidence, he had the bad feeling that he had just been volunteered as the field of battle. \n\nHe would go rigid as to make matters worse, he realized the waitress was coming out of the kitchen and was making a beeline for their table. His claws would grip at the tablecloth as he did his best not to look directly at her, tossing a piece deep fried tortellini into his maw, then another, and another. Vainly attempting to look natural, the sergal would find his mouth stuffed to capacity with cheese and pasta, chewing with great difficulty. Only after the waitress walked past his table would he relax for a moment, sighing through his nose and swallowing down the cheesy mass. Never had he been so happy to mistake someone else’s order for his. \n\nHis moment of relief would not last however, as with a series of clicks and a sudden jolt the sergal would find the seat falling out from under him as the legs of the chair were readjusted. His eyes were wide as he gripped at the arms of the chair, looking as if he were afraid it would suddenly take off at a gallop with him in tow. He had no idea what happened but the table was much farther up his chest now and his knees were bent under the table. Did they just lower his seat? Apparently the process had made quite the noise as a few patrons stared at the stunned sergal, clinging to his seat like a startled cat. \n\nThe icing on the cake would arrive as the waitress rushed over to Entaru, clearly worried. “Oh my god, are you alright sir? The seats don’t usually do that. The latches must not have been attached properly. I’m so sorry.” She’d set her receipt book on the table as she knelt down slightly to look at the chair. “Here let me help get that back up.”\n\n“NO!” Entaru’s voice would crack once again as he released the arms of the chair, holding up his hands to stop her, though his own arms remained pinned to their position, making the gesture look far more laid back than it really was. Clearing his throat he’d begin again. “No, thank you. It’s fine. I’d rather not worry about it falling again. I can eat like this and at least it can’t fall farther than this. I’ll be fine.” His tail twitched nervously as the sergal punctuated his sentence with what was suppose to be a carefree laugh but came out more as a strained giggle.\n\nThankfully for Entaru, the waitress was still frazzled and quickly gave in to his attempts to keep her away from the table. “Well if you’re sure. Your food is going to be a little longer, okay?” Before the sergal could answer she was already on her way off. Not that he minded. As she left so too did most of the attention the incident had given him, different folk returning to their meal now that their curiosity about the noise had been satiated. There would be no rest for the wicked however as he felt a pair of tiny paws upon his leg, quickly followed by the weight of a child moving onto his lap as he slunk down in the chair, resigning himself to his fate.\n\nUnderneath the tablecloth, Mazhi would rub her developing chest against his length, straddling and holding it against her like a stuffed animal as she kissed along its head once more. She had been enjoying it before but now that she could feel it between her thighs, a shiver of excitement coursed through her, making her tail fluff up at the mere thought of what was going to come next. The moisture that slicked the fur on her thighs would only grow as she ground against the base of the sergal’s shaft as she prepared herself. \n\nSherly would be nursing a small injury on her finger, lightly sucking at the tender spot caused when the chair pinched her as she was readjusting it. “Oww...alright, time to uphold that bet. No chickening out now that there’s been a blood sacrifice made for it.” She was kidding but damn did that still sting. Looking up at the kitten she’d cross her arms over her chest, watching and waiting for the girl to give up or almost hurt herself. Much to her surprise however, she’d find herself watching the kitten position herself against the tablecloth, leaning back against Entaru’s stomach and lining his shaft up to her tiny pussy.\n\nTaking a deep breath the child would press the spear-like tip against her sex, slowly pushing herself down over it and stretching the young petals of her budding flower wide. She’d bite at her lower lip in pleasure as she did her best not to squeal, the head of his cock pushing at her limits. She’d look down at Sherly, panting through her visage of ecstasy, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she began to rock her hips and coat Entaru’s cock in her arousal. Then, without warning, the kitten would grip at the sergal’s member and force herself down upon it, placing a paw on her mouth to muffle the squeal she would make as she took in much of his length at once, the shape of the sergal’s dick pushing Mazhi’s form around itself. Her belly stretched and hugged the massive member almost effortlessly, her body acting like rubber. The kitten’s tiny tongue hung from her maw as she sat there lost in pleasure from the shock of taking so much at once, triumph glinting across those blue, lust filled eyes.\n\nSherly would be at a loss for a moment. It was not the first time she had seen this but she had not expected anyone Mazhi’s age to be capable of such feats without augmentation. No, something was fishy here. Walking up beside the kitten and beginning to slip out of her own clothes, Sherly would run her fingers over the lewdly imprinted shape in Mazhi’s belly, making it twitch and shudder inside the kitten. Mazhi would whine in delight at the way the rod shivered inside her as Sherly began to speak. “Mazhi, you wouldn’t happen to have cheated on our bet, would you? You never said you had been augmented.” Pressing her now bare chest against the kitten’s overextended belly, she’d begin to lick along the underside of her companion’s shaft through Mazhi’s body.\n\nThe kitten would shake her head, panting softly as she did her best to lift herself up and down the length of Entaru’s member with little success, the sergal visibly shaking through the tablecloth as he tried not to vocalize his own pleasure at how tightly the child’s tunnel clung to every inch of him. “I’m not..ahn..cheating. Mommy says I’m stretchy because she-heeee made herself stretchy before I was born. She said daddy was really big-hah-like your friend.”\n\nSherly would smirk at this. Of course that was the case. It wasn’t unheard of for these kinds of augmentations to be passed down. Her lab was still trying to figure out why it happened. She would giggle softly to herself for a moment as the waitress hadn’t exactly struck her as the type to get augmented, let alone get a size queen special. Apparently the child shared her mother’s tastes in partners. Oh well, it was her turn now. “Alright, you ready to see how a real woman takes one of these?”\n\nThe kitten would give the foxcat a nasty glare , wrapping her arms around her stretched belly to give the sergal’s cock a squeeze. “I’m not done yet, you wait your turn!” Sherly could see the kitten, despite her augmentation and bravado, was struggling. She could take him in but she was inexperienced and couldn’t do much more than wiggle and grind against the base of Entaru’s member. Still her hands were deft enough against the stretched flesh to make the sergal squirm, and it was clear he wasn’t going to last as long as she would at this rate.\n\nSmiling softly, Sherly would climb up her companion’s legs to stand in his lap, running her paws up and down the length of his shaft. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to finish your turn, I’m just going to help you along with my own.” Pulling at the head of Entaru’s cock through the kitten’s belly, she’d lift a single leg before pushing herself down over it, using the kitten’s rubbery flesh like a condom as she let the tip pierce into her inner sanctum, stretching her sensitive pussy lips and making her purr softly in delight. Lower and lower she’d push herself, until she found herself face to face with Mazhi, her body deforming and shaping itself around the covered shaft. “Mmmph...there now. Now just hold still and let me move us both. Don’t worry, you’ll love it.” \n\nGiving the kitten a wink, Sherly would begin slide herself up and down the sergal’s length, the slick inner flesh of her body gripping at the kittens own and moving her along with her. Mazhi would cover her mouth with both hands to keep from squealing in ecstasy as the rode him together, light shivers running up and down her spine as her pussy slips stretched and ground along the sergal’s cool flesh. Sherly would bite lightly at her own knuckle as the shuddering member throbbed inside of them both, the sergal beginning to buck underneath them both causing them to bounce softly over his thick tormented member. Each thrust upward would be first met with a gasp from the two before the gently slapping sound of arousal slicked flesh marked the end and beginning of another thrust. Sherly pressed her hand against the underside of the table, trying to keep the two from hitting their heads on its underside as electricity shot through their bodies, lighting up their senses with lust and deliciously decadent bliss.\n\nAbove, the sergal would silence himself as best he could with the last of his tortellini, turning the cheesy mass in his maw into a makeshift ball gag for himself to silence the moans he was prone to making. He didn’t know what was going on down there but at first it felt like someone had wrapped his cock in latex. No...not quite latex. It clung like latex but it definitely felt like his cock was gliding along the delicate flesh of someone’s love tunnel. Now it felt like his cock was trapped in a soft flesh vice and he could only buck his hips to hurry himself along, the pleasure building up too quickly and intensely for him to remain still and silent for long. This was almost torture as his body ached to howl out in lust and grab at who or whatever was currently riding him and use them like oversized mastubatory aids, and was instead forced to keep his head and be as still as possible to avoid notice.\n\nGritting his teeth into the ball of cheese and pasta, the sergal would grip at the arms of his chair, his back arching slightly as his body spasmed with bliss, his cock twitching and throbbing heavily for a split second warning before he’d orgasm, his seed spilling forth into the kitten’s womb. The airtight fit of her rubbery flesh around the sergal’s cock would keep any of the tide of seed from escaping her body, his cock pumping her full of his cum and making her rubbery belly expand to compensate. As Mazhi swelled up, Sherly too would feel her body beginning to ache as she was filled with the kitten’s elastic flesh. The pressure would be too much for the two, their own bodies tensing and shuddering in orgasm as they did their best to hold in their cries of pleasure, a flush of feminine juices flooding out over Mazhi’s distended stomach and across the sergal’s groin.\n\nMazhi would lay limply over Entaru’s member as it pumped the last of his seed into her belly. The massive orgasm and the feeling of cum bloating her was more than her inexperienced body could handle, though her conscious state spoke to her endurance as she sat there panting in exhaustion. Sherly would slowly remove herself from over the kitten, struggling to be free of the voluminous bulge. She had dealt with removing herself from larger knots but the size and shape of this one was awkward and shifted whenever she thought she was fully free due to seed inside of Mazhi. Finally pulling herself free, she’d pant softly as her body recovered from the experience, letting herself lay beneath the sergal’s groin where the kitten remained sealed to his shaft.\n\nReaching above her, Sherly would take advantage of the kitten’s elastic flesh one more time as she slipped a pair of fingers up along the underside of Entaru’s cock and would play at Mazhi’s oversensitive clit for a moment. The kitten would let out a soft squeak of surprise before covering her mouth once more as Sherly slipped the guilty fingers between her pussy lips and the sergal’s shaft, breaking the seal and letting his seed flow out of the kitten’s belly and into her open mouth. No sense in letting her have all the treats, after all. Besides she knew she could digest the amount quickly. The kitten would be bloated like this for a while if she didn’t make a mess the moment she was removed. Lapping up the mix of kitten juices and sergal cum, the foxcat would purr contentedly, her tail swishing back and forth as she drank her fill of them.\n\nMazhi would feel her bloated belly deflating as Sherly helped herself, regaining a bit of her energy and slowly but surely removing herself from the sergal, leaving behind a trail of used semen along his cock before freeing herself and collapsing over his leg. It was fortunate the sergal had anticipated needing these pants today, as the leftover seed that would not stay within the kitten was released out over his leg before sliding off the specially crafted fabric to the floor to be mistaken for spilled garlic sauce later at closing.\n\nLapping up what she could from the sergal’s soaked shaft, Sherly would give his clean him off before giving his tip a light kiss and aiding it back within his pants. Turning now to the half exhausted kitten she’d smile, tapping at the side of her nose and giving her a wink. “Well it looks like I win, doesn’t it? You’re gonna have to find those panties.”\n\nMazhi would look incredulously at the grinning foxcat, doing her best to push herself up into a seated position on Entaru’s lap. “What? No you didn’t. I won fair square. You just hopped on top of me while I was winning.” Carefully she’d climb down from the sergal’s leg to stand before Sherly, her legs more than a little wobbly from the venture.\n\nShaking her head with a smirk, the foxcat would give the kitten’s belly a light rub before tugging at her elastic flesh. “Wrong...I took everything you took and more. I had a bit of extra girth to handle thanks to you wrapping so tightly around him. It wasn’t much but I did it. You lose.” \n\nThe kitten would wilt as she realized she had been taken for a ride by the black foxcat, both figuratively and euphemistically. She’d puff out her cheeks in anger before a few tears welled up in her eyes as the loss dawned on her fully. “T-that’s not fair. That’s cheating. You’re mean!” It was clear the kitten was on the verge of what was going to be a very loud tantrum.\n\nRecognizing the incoming problem, Sherly would merely smile before reaching into her discarded clothes and handing off a slip of paper to the kitten, the offering confusing her and staving off the tears for a few vital seconds. “Here, you still did good enough that I think you’ll do fine. That’s his address. Feel free to call on him whenever...heck bring your mom along. She might enjoy the stress relief.” She’d giggle, at the thought of the two arriving on the sergal’s doorstep. She wasn’t sure if he’d be thankful or irritated but it’d be fun to find out which.\n\nThe kitten’s eyes would light up as she saw the address written down on the piece of paper before lunging forward and hugging Sherly’s bare body tightly against her own nude form. “Oh thank you thank you thank you! I won’t forget this.” Mazhi would bounce in place with Sherly in her arms for a moment before moving to put her dress back on.\n\nSherly would giggle softly, still doing her best to remain quiet as she wagged a finger at the kitten, pulling her own clothes on now. “Remember to hold up your end of the deal, otherwise I’ll tell him to turn you away when you show up. Now you should get cleaned up and find those panties. Once you do, head back to your mother, she’s worried sick over you.”\n\nMazhi would grin wide as she slipped back into her sparkling, green halter dress, nodding as she bolted out from under the tablecloth. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget. Thank you again!” With that she would disappear from view. \n\n A few moments later Sherly would emerge from under the table and take her seat with a light smile on her face. Lifting her slightly warmed Conga to her lips she’d take a long sip before looking to Entaru. “All taken care of.”\n\nOpposite her, the sergal’s ears were flat against his skull as he sat several heads lower than he should have been. His talons drummed impatiently against the wooden armrests as he glared across the table at the foxcat. “Yes. So I noticed.” The fried tortellini was gone from his plate, leaving nothing but her drink between the two of them to block the electric mix of embarrassment, anger, and relief coming from his expression. “Do you have any idea how close you got us to being caught? I was enjoying a nice comfortable restaurant setting and you almost ruin me with that little stunt.”\n\n“Oh, lighten up Ent. I know you enjoyed it, and besides we weren’t caught. And I thought you were an exhibitionist. Isn’t the whole thrill of exhibition the thought of getting caught anyways? Anyways, you deserved to sweat a little after the last couple of hours” She’d giggle softly as she leaned back in her seat, watching the sergal begin to try and readjust his own with little success.\n\nThe sergal would snort, still clearly perturbed but he couldn’t argue with her much on those facts. He hadn’t exactly been good company aside from the sex, and even one of those had been pushing it. “Exhibition is one thing...that was entirely another. I’m half tempted to go home after that stunt. I-” \n\nBefore he could continue, the waitress would arrive with their food with a smile on her face and Mazhi clinging to her leg. The kitten was beaming up at Entaru and Sherly, her tail flicking lightly behind her as her mother set down the plates. “And here’s your meals. Thank you for sending my sweet little Mazhi to me. She said you played a game together and you all were friends now.”\n\nSherly smirked a bit at this and would nod in response, giving Mazhi a wink before speaking. “Oh we had lots of fun. Even grumpy pants over here enjoyed himself, though it’d take the Inquisition to get him to admit it. Isn’t that right Ent?”\n\nEntaru would grumble softly before looking down at the beaming child. Well, she was adorable, he couldn’t argue that. Sighing softly, he’d give her a weak smile before tapping the side of his nose. “Just don’t go surprising people like that next time, okay? You about gave me a heart attack, and Sherly didn’t help.”\n\nThe waitress would nod before moving back to her workstation, Mazhi in tow. The sergal would be caught a bit off guard as the kitten gave him a wink before they slipped out of sight again. Turning back toward Sherly, he’d stab a fork into his shrimp scampi. “You had better pray this stuff is excellent, otherwise you’re doing whatever this boyband plan of yours is, alone.” The sergal would huff softly as he shoveled a forkful of shrimp into his open maw, chewing quietly for a long moment as Sherly watched him expectantly for a moment.\n\n“Well?”\n\n“..............alright what’s the plan?”","writing_bbcode_parsed":"The theatre lobby was far less populated than they had anticipated, much to Sherly’s delight.  The few folks who did happen to occupy the stretch between the theatre and the bathroom were either staff members too preoccupied with their work to notice, or theatre goers who had arrived early to their movies and were watching the theatre’s loop of previews on one of the many televisions hung up around the lobby.  After a few minutes of grooming themselves in the bathroom to look presentable once again, the two would meet up in the lobby once more, Entaru looking a bit put out with Sherly smiling like the cat who ate the canary.

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy Ent, it’s not like you haven’t made a candy dildo before.”  The little foxcat would prod at the sergal with a smile, her tail flicking lightly behind her.  Her hair was slick and smelled faintly of hand soap, likely used to remove the sergal’s seed from her hair or at least cover up the smell of sex.

The sergal’s clothes were far more wrinkled than when they had come into the theatre due to the encounter but there had been a reason he had chosen this particular style.  Even when it was a mess it still tended to look good, albeit less dashing.  “Yeah but making them to your size specifications requires ridiculous amounts of sugar and time.  Not to mention I’m the only one in the company strong enough to lift and shape that much molten sugar at once by myself.  I mean I COULD have the taffy pullers work it but that still would require three of them and that’d reduce my taffy output.”

Sherly would give the sergal’s tail a tug  as she stuck her tongue out at him.  “Well too bad, you lost and you know what happens when you don’t make good on your bets.”  She’d grin wide, wagging a finger as she lead him out of the theatre back into the bustling mall, now filled with far more people as it grew later in the day and some folk were out of work or school for the day.

He remembered all right, though for him it wasn’t much of a punishment.  Generally her punishments involved tossing him to her ‘sisters’ which were actually failed experiments from her company.  He didn’t care for a few of their modifications but he could generally wear them out, although he was usually glad he was undead when that punishment took place.  That many girls for that long would have likely killed him before he died.  Although last time his body required more than a few repairs once they figured out they didn’t have to be gentle with him.  “I’d rather not need to sew my lower half back together more than once per year, thank you.  You’ll get your dildo and I’d tell ya to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine but we both know that’s exactly where it’s going anyways.”

Her ears flattened a bit at his tone though her smile only faded slightly.  She was used to this.  The sergal had a bit of a problem with losing which she used to her advantage on occasion.  He was less likely to hold back during a quickie if he was still seething over a loss.  Still, like anyone, it made him a bit less pleasant to be around for a little while.  “So bitter.  Have you always been such a sore loser?  Or is that a recent development?”

The sergal would shoot a halfhearted glare down at the tiny foxcat, already seeming to cool off despite the loss.  He was already going through steps in his head to remind himself the bet was in good fun and he didn’t really want to win in the first place.  “Why don’t YOU tell me how long I’ve been a sore loser?  You’ve seen the trophy room in my apartment.  How many of those did I tell you were for revenge?”

The foxcat would sigh, shrugging the comment off before taking his hand once more.  “Alright alright...I still think the charred angel wings are fake though.  There are at least some credible explanations on the fringes of the scientific community for your undeath and ‘magic’, but until you can show me an actual angel or demon, I’m staying skeptical.  I have to maintain some credibility as a scientist after all, and that’s hard enough in my field without you and your voodoo making things worse.  My investors almost laughed me out of the room the last time you brought up alchemy during a meeting.  Now then, we should grab some dinner before the show tonight.  What are you in the mood for?  I was thinking somewhere with a good soup selection.”

Scratching at the side of his muzzle Entaru would think on that for a moment.  “Don’t really care for soup myself.  Hard for me to absorb it quickly enough before it begins staining the fabric I’m made of.  I’m sure we can find somewhere that has a decent menu for us both though.”  The sergal would quirk a brow slightly as it suddenly occurred to him that she mentioned a show.  “Wait, I don’t remember you saying anything about a show when you invited me along.  Come to think of it, we’ve been bouncing all over in terms of the plan you told me earlier.  What are you up to?”

This would bring a playful smirk across Sherly’s muzzle, the little foxcat looking up at him with feigned innocence.  “Up to?  Now what would give you the idea that little old me would be up to something?  You just forgot that I told you.  Your age is beginning to show, Ent, though it’s about time after three hundred some years.”  This would bring a giggle to her lips as she skipped along in front of him.

The sergal would watch her as he followed along, his expression set into a flat unimpressed grimace as he did his best to weave through a crowd of people that had developed in front of them.  “I would have remembered something about a show.  We just went to a movie so I know you don’t mean that.”  It would be about now that Entaru would notice something that he hadn’t before about the mall.  Half obscured by the growing crowd, he’d see banners here and there for a concert that was taking place in the main thoroughfare of the mall a few floors below them.  Each one seemed to shine in the fluorescent light, the purple and blue banners seeming to almost sparkle with carefully planned elegance, holofoil stars creating an aura of unthreatening poise to the group of young mice on the front.  Emblazoned in flourished glittering letters at the feet of the boy band was the name ‘Whisker Kisses,’ cementing the sergal’s sudden need to groan out as if suffering intestinal distress.  “Awwww crap….”

Now things were starting to make sense.  The massive tide of preteen girls at the Cub Club Fashion store should have been his first clue.  Yes, it was generally a miniature madhouse but not like it was today with how cram packed it was.  The general exhaustion of some of the mall staff should have been a tip off as well.  Events like these, while good business for the mall, nearly always made life difficult for the mall employees.  Of course, however he missed the massive banner hanging over the food court made the sergal a little wary of his ever increasing age, even if Sherly had only pointed it out in jest.

“I would have thought it was easy enough to remember, but I guess you aren’t as observant as you make yourself out to be.”  The foxcat would nudge Entaru’s hip with her elbow, a puckish grin on her face.  In reality she had indeed tricked him but she knew how absent minded the sergal could be at times and he was always too proud to admit it.  “Although I guess I did forget to mention the concert was for a boy band.  My bad!”

The sergal would rub at his temples with a sigh before looking down at Sherly with an unamused expression.  “Well I know we aren’t going for the music.  You know my tastes don’t venture far from ‘classical’ as you are wont to call it and I highly doubt your musical preference include boy bands.  So I imagine you have an ulterior motive in our attendance.”  As they moved through the crowd it became obvious that the percentage of young girls was increasing, large groups of them being poorly herded through the mall by one or two harried adult chaperones per group, although he could have sworn several groups included some younger boys as well, albeit dressed in similar fashion.

Sherly would nod a few more times than necessary as she slipped through the crowd, doing her best to lead the sergal through a relatively less populated path to avoid him stepping on anyone or tripping.  “I’ll tell you later, when we aren’t in danger of being trampled or becoming the trampler.  Come on, I think I see a good place to eat.”

Entaru would look down at Sherly with a raised brow, curious as to how she managed to see anything in this crowd, especially at her height.  Still, she was not lying.  Apparently she had spotted an Armano’s restaurant through the crowd.  Armano’s was of the variety of restaurant chains that those with limited incomes would consider fancy but paled in comparison when compared to actual high class restaurants and would fail to even surpass many ‘greasy spoons’  in food quality.  Still it would certainly be higher quality food than what the food court had to offer.  It also didn’t help the mall’s only other options were fast food joints or buffets.  At least Armano’s wouldn’t be as plagued by the mall’s current majority of spoiled children.  The place specialized in pastas, breads, and meats heavily seasoned in garlic, basil, and oregano and many of the young girls in the mall today were of the persuasion that avoided anything that had the word ‘carbs’ associated with it in the misguided fear that they would get fat and die an early death if gluten even so much as touched their tongue.

Finally pulling themselves from the crowd, the two’s senses would be assaulted by the spices the restaurant was infamous for, overpowering the heavily perfumed air that the crowd outside carried.  Both would find themselves feeling a pang of dread at the prospect of how heavy the headache inducing perfumes would be later tonight before focusing on the feline woman in a waitress uniform before them.  She was pleasant but clearly on autopilot as she greeted them.  “Good evening, and welcome to Armano’s.  Table for two?”

The sergal would nod, holding up a pair of fingers before Sherly piped up to agree.  “Yes, please.  Preferably not a booth though.  Kronos the titan, here, gets stuck if his chair can’t move.”  The little foxcat would hitch a thumb over her shoulder towards Entaru as she spoke, her tail flicking playfully behind her.  Snorting derisively, Entaru would shake his head before clutching his talons behind his back.  He couldn’t exactly argue.

“Right this way, then.”  The waitress would take them to a large table, meant usually for larger customers such as Entaru. The table was more than a head taller than Sherly and covered with a large white tablecloth that would reach down to barely caress the floor, making it seem more like a flat topped tent than a table to anyone of normal size.  The chairs surrounding it were far too tall for Sherly to sit on without help or a ladder and a smirk would appear on Entaru’s face as he watched her glare up at the seat.  However this was not the first time the restaurant was met with these circumstances and a rather disheveled busboy would  be called over to bring the tiny foxcat a special chair to rectify the problem.  From the sergal’s perspective it looked to be a high chair meant for children, sans the child restraints and with a  stepladder built into the chair’s base, allowing for the occupant to climb up and even rest their feet on the top step to negate the disorienting feeling that came with sitting in a seat so high off the ground.

The waitress would seem distracted as she handed them the menus and began to list the daily specials for them, her eyes never quite making contact with them as she seemed to be searching the room as spoke.  Shortly after the woman was began to repeat herself the two would finally realize she was not exactly paying attention.  It was only when Entaru waved his massive claw in front of her face would she snap her attention back to them.  “Uh ma’am, you’ve said the soup special was wedding soup about three times now.  Are you feeling alright?”

The woman would blush profusely as she was called out before looking down in shame.  “I-I’m sorry.  I brought my daughter with me to work today so I could take her to the Whisker Kisses concert after my shift.” She hugged her receipt book in both hands against her chest, her feet shuffling nervously as she spoke.  “She’s been playing hide and seek with some of the busboys who check for her when they aren’t dealing with dishes and I’m worried she’s going to bother a customer.  I’m sorry to ask but if you see her could you call me over or send her to me?  Her name is Mazhi, she’s a tan kitten and has lavender hair so she should be easy enough to notice if you do.”

The sergal would grimace slightly at this.  He had hoped the restaurant would be free of children so he would have time to mentally prepare himself for whatever Sherly had in mind for the concert later tonight.  Still, it wasn’t as nearly as bad as it could have been.  One child was hardly going to make him sweat.  He’d give the waitress a single nod, smiling softly despite his mild irritation  “I’ll wave you down if we find her.”

This would bring a sigh of relief to the waitress’ lips  as she brought up her receipt book, regaining a semblance of professionalism once again as she got ready to take their orders.  “Thank you so much, sir...now then, what can I get for your drinks?  We have a wonderful selection of wines if you wish to peruse our wine list.”

Sherly would shake her head a few times before looking down at the waitress, a sudden sense of vertigo hitting her as she realized just how high up she was.  So this was what it felt like to be tall.  She couldn’t imagine walking around at this height, though she could definitely see the draw of being so tall as she managed to get a good look down the waitress’ cleavage.  Shaking off the wave of dizziness after a moment she’d smile.  “I’ll take a Conga from the bar.”  Turning to the sergal she’d smirk a bit, giving him a wink.  “Need something sweet and fruity to balance out the salt from earlier.”

“Not sure if that drink will mix well with the soups they have on offer but then again I can never really tell with your anatomy.” The sergal would roll his eyes with a soft chuckle as he perused the menu for a moment, flicking a tongue over his teeth in thought before nodding down to the waitress.   “Such a shame...I miss wine but it does not agree with me.  I think I’ll go without a drink, thank you, but could I get the deep fried cheese tortellini appetizer?”  The sergal would sigh softly in melancholy.  His current form was not built for liquids which meant many foods and almost all drinks were off limits to him.  Not that he needed them, being dead, but he liked to at least pretend to be alive and over the years he had redeveloped his sense of smell and taste, even if they were merely a shadow of his former senses.

The waitress would nod curtly, her vacant smile plastered across her muzzle as she wrote down the order.  “Can do...I’ll be right back with your drink and the tortellini should be ready in a few minutes.”  Tapping the back of her pen against the receipt book she’d slip it into her pocket before heading out of view, her nervously flicking tail the only current indication of her worry.

Leaning back in his seat, Entaru would let out a slow breath as he took a moment to relax, taking in the quieter atmosphere of the restaurant.  It was nowhere near silent, but it stood leagues apart from the hustle and bustle just outside the door.  It was nice to finally sit in a seat built for someone his size today and everything on his side of the table could be held with more than two fingers.  Creatures of his size were uncommon, most species settling around the 5 foot mark with some variations.  Of course there was the occasional oddball like him, most who had themselves augmented to be such a height and some who were primal throwbacks to when their species were much larger.  Still it was rare enough that accommodations for beings of his size were not required by law and it made life easier when a company went out of their way to provide such a comfort.

His thoughts would be interrupted when he felt something brush against his leg, the sergal quirking a brow slightly as he looked to Sherly.  Was that her tail?  It was the only part of her long enough to reach him under this table.  He’d shrug it off before beginning to unroll his utensils from his napkin.  “So, care to enlighten me on your plan or is there still too many people here to discuss it?”

Sherly would simply wink at the sergal as she sat back in her seat, lifting the menu to obscure her face from him.  She wasn’t giving any answers yet.  Besides right now she was more focused on which soup she should order.  As she skimmed over the menu, she’d let out a light giggle before looking to Entaru over her menu.  “I should come here more often.  Most of the soups are sausage or meatballs drenched in salty liquids.”

Entaru would look at her flatly, a grimace etched along his muzzle, his eyebrow raising even higher as he tried to figure out why she said that.  “Sausage in sal-oh for fuck’s sake.  Grow up!”  Despite his tone he’d find himself struggling not to smile at the juvenile humor, merely shaking his head as Sherly let loose another string of giggles.  

The sergal pulled up his own menu to hide his failing grimace, looking over the menu once again now that he had found his appetizer.  His eyes were immediately drawn to the seafood pastas they had available, the sergal licking his chops as he imagined how it may taste before feeling something press against his leg again, slowly sliding up his thigh.  Shaking his head he’d peer over his menu at Sherly, a mildly smug look on his face.  “Aren’t we a little past the ‘playing footsie’ stage of our relationship?”

Sherly would tilt her head curiously, now her turn to raise a brow at the sergal’s words.  “Footsie?  What are you talking about?  I can’t even reach you, let alone play footsie.  Besides if I wanted to do that you know I’d be a little more forward than playing footsie.”

The smug smirk on his visage would quickly be replaced with confusion as he set his menu down.  “Well if it’s not you then-”  He’d be cut off as he suddenly felt the zipper of his pants slide down beneath the table, his member falling free from his pants and being hidden by the tablecloth.  A bright red tinge would come to the sergal’s cheeks before he leaned forward to give Sherly a glare.  “Okay very funny.  Does this have to do with the concert?  You got a new augmentation and wanted to try it out?”

Sherly would grimace now, puffing out her cheeks indignantly.  “I’ll have you know that I wouldn’t augment myself any further unless it was temporary.  I like the way I am.  Why are you grilling me all of a sudden?  And why are you blushing?”  Her arms would cross over her chest, ear twitching in mild irritation at the questioning.

It was clear to Entaru that Sherly apparently wasn’t in on this little prank now and was about to speak when the waitress returned.  He could only play it cool for now if he wanted to be sure he didn’t get tossed out of the restaurant for public indecency.  That was all well and good for the clothes store but he was really looking forward to some shrimp scampi. Pulling up slightly on the tablecloth to be sure he was covered up, he’d smile down to her as placed the plate of tortellini in front of him.  “Thank you ma’ AM!!”  His eyes would go wide as his voice cracked, the sensation of a rough tiny tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft, followed a pair of small paws gripping at the base of his cock sending a shock of surprise through his body.  

So much for playing it cool.

Sherly and the waitress would look to him curiously as he frantically picked up his napkin and began coughing into it.  The waitress wore concern as she looked up to him.  “Are you alright sir?  Can I get you a glass of water?”

Sherly held a more skeptical tone as she looked to him suspiciously, her arms still crossed even as her drink was set in front of her.  The sergal didn’t cough.  That would require breathing which, according to him, he hasn’t done in a few centuries.  It was obvious he was hiding something but would aid him for now.  “Oh don’t worry about him...he got over a cold a week ago and he’s still getting everything out of his system.”

Entaru would begin nodding immediately, another sure sign that he was hiding something.  He was always quick to agree if he wanted to distract or get something over with.  “Yes, -khee- forgive my cough.  It snuck up -kaff- on me.  I’ll be -kuff- fine”  The mystery tongue under the table had turned into an entire mouth now, the sergal doing his best to hold himself together as it attempted to wrap around his tip.  This was requiring some effort as he was almost fully erect now from the treatment and the mouth belonged to someone very small.  Still they were managing it much to the sergal’s chagrin, despite being a tad impressed at how tight a fit it was.

The waitress would buy the story easily enough, her distracted mind accepting the explanation readily before moving back to focus on her daughter’s whereabouts and the task at hand.  “Alright, as long as you’re okay.  Now then, were you two ready to order or should I come back in a few minutes?”

Entaru would nod quickly, clearing his throat as he flipped open his menu and did his best not to pant as the tiny mouth gave up on taking in his girth and moved to glide its soft lips along his length, stopping every so often to kiss his tip.  “Eherm….yes, sorry about that. I will-haaah…..erm, have the shrimp scampi, extra garlic sauce if you p-please.  With a s-side order of g-garlic bread”  The sergal’s frantic mind was starting to put two and two together as he looked down at the distracted waitress and suddenly got the feeling her daughter had been doing more than play hide and seek with the busboys, and had now turned her games on him.

As the waitress wrote down the sergal’s order, Sherly was still attempting to piece together what was going on with her companion, his sudden shifts in mood and attitude strange even for him. It would take the waitress clearing her throat to catch the foxcat’s attention once more.  “Huh?  Oh right the order.  Sorry, I’ll have the soup special, thank you.”  She’d keep her gaze on the sergal, taking a sip of her drink and licking her lips clean of any lingering moisture.

The waitress would nod with a smile as she wrote the order down before looking up at them again. “Alright, the scampi may be a while but the rest should be ready shortly.  I’ll be back in a bit with your meals.”  Taking the menus and turning on her heel, the feline waitress would slip away between the tables to give the orders to the kitchen, clueless as to her patrons’ odd behavior.

As soon as the waitress was out of earshot Sherly would take another sip of her drink before shooting a glare toward Entaru.  “Alright, what is going on?  You’re acting weirder than usual.  What’s the matter with you?  Another ghost trying to take your body for themselves?”  A soft patting sound would come from the wooden step at her feet as she tapped her toes against the small platform impatiently.

Biting into his lower lip to keep from making any more noises, the sergal would rest his arms on the table before leaning forward, bringing a hand up to muffle his voice.  “I think I found Mazhi….the waitress’ daughter.”  His free hand gripped at the table cloth tightly as he let out a slow breath to try to calm himself down as the tiny tongue emerged once more to caress the base of his shaft as the paws stroked at the rest of him.

Sherly would grimace, looking to where she had seen the waitress disappear to before looking back to the sergal.  “Well why didn’t you tell her?  Did you like the look of her and wanted to have go with her before you send her to her mother?”

“Oh no...haven’t seen what she looks like.  Still going off of the description here, though I honestly think it’s a bit late to try and decide if I wanted to play with her.”  Entaru would flick his gaze down toward the table, indicating as best as he could for Sherly to look underneath the table, the fur on his arms standing on end as the rough tongue moved its way back up to his tip, gliding in circles around the head of his now throbbing cock.

It would take a few of the sergal’s hints before Sherly at least understood that she needed to look underneath.  Letting out a sigh, she’d sip a fair portion of her drink away before climbing down the steps of the chair.  Looking around for a moment she would make sure no one was watching before she slipped under the tablecloth.  Underneath was plenty of room for her to stand, though anyone over over five and a half feet tall would have to slouch to avoid hitting their head.  The light coming in from through the tablecloth gave dim illumination to the hidden world under the table, allowing her to see through to the surrounding restaurant if she concentrated hard enough.  Across from her she’d see her titanic companion’s legs coming through the tablecloth, lifting it and causing clear streaks of light to come through from around his seat.  Standing between his legs, however, she’d find the culprit behind the sergal’s odd behavior.

No older than ten and currently preoccupied with the sergal’s massive shaft, Mazhi would not notice Sherly join her under the table.  She had let one of her paws fall away from the throbbing member to reach under the short skirt of her green halter dress, the few streaks of light coming in from around the sergal’s seat making the sequins on the dress flicker and sparkle as she fingered herself.  Her panties had gone missing under one of the other tables after trying to please herself while blowing one of the bus boys, but she paid it no mind.  Right now it just made satisfying herself easier, as her feminine juices slicked down the fur of her thighs.  Her light purple hair, usually sitting in a neat little bob, was a mess thanks to going in and out under tables for the past two hours, her impatient game of hide and seek turning into something far less wholesome.  She had been comparing the penis sizes of the different bus boys in her head when she had seen the sergal walk through the door and take a seat in her most recent hiding spot.  The enterprising kitten wasn’t about to miss an opportunity of that size.

Sherly would smile, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh as she realized Entaru had been acting strange because of this lecherous little girl.  She had to admire her initiative, catching the usually composed sergal by surprise and turning him into a flustered mess of a man.  Though as she watched the kitten attempt to work the sergal over, it occurred to her that perhaps the girl’s eyes were a bit larger than her proverbial stomach.  She was not much bigger than Mazhi, but Sherly had heavily augmented herself to be able to handle such a large package.  Watching the kitten was akin to watching a squirrel try to eat an entire zucchini at once.

Now through with watching, Sherly would clear her throat to catch the kitten’s attention.  The startled ‘eep’ that came from Mazhi would quickly tell the foxcat she had successfully been noticed, the tan furred kitten releasing Entaru’s shaft and pressing her back against his leg.  Her eyes were wide with fear, realizing she had been caught by the sergal’s companion.  Immediately a string of whispered apologies began to leave her sex stained lips, her speech garbling itself as she attempted to stay quiet whilst coming out at such high speeds. “OmigawdI’msosorryIdidn’tmeantosuckyourboyfriend’scockitwasjustsobigIcouldn’thelpmyselfallofthebusboyshavesuchboringdicksandhe’sjustsoHUGEIwantedtoseewhatitlookedlikeandthenitsmelledsogoodI’msorryyou’resoluckypleasedon’ttellmymom-”

The kitten’s rambling would be cut off as Sherly held a finger to her own lips to attempt to silence the child, a soft smile curling onto her face even as a mischievous glint flickered in her eye.  “Shhh...it’s okay.  He’s not my boyfriend and you aren’t in trouble.  I just came down to see why my friend was acting so funny.  You should have seen some of the faces he was making while you were down here.”  This would provoke a mildly nervous giggle from the kitten, letting her relax a little as Sherly explained that she wasn’t going to tattle.  The foxcat would step forward to stand a bit closer to the kitten before looking up at Entaru’s twitching length and continuing.  “Though I have to say, you’re being a little ambitious with this one.  He could dislocate your jaw or worse, scramble your insides if you tried anything with him.”

The kitten’s nervousness would quickly fade as Sherly spoke, crossing her arms over her budding chest indignantly as she gave the foxcat a withering glare.  “Nuh-uh!  Just because I’ve never seen one this big doesn’t mean I can’t take it.  I bet you’re just saying that because you can’t do it.”  Mazhi had not taken the words lightly, seeing it more as a challenge than a warning and throwing it right back in her face.

Up above the table, Entaru could barely hear the hushed whispers underneath.  He didn’t care much to listen though, simply thankful for the relief as he began to gulp down some of the cheese filled tortellini he had ordered as an appetizer.  Not that he wasn’t enjoying the mischief under the table, but he knew the consequences of being caught with a minor, if the culprit was who he thought she was.  It wasn’t a major crime like it had once been, especially since the complete abolishment of the country’s prison system had been passed, making even the most heinous crime punished with just an incredibly expensive fine.  Being caught with a minor was more of a hefty slap on the wrist if the slapping hand was wearing a metal gauntlet.  It wasn’t the fine that would hurt the most though.  He had money, he could handle that even if he didn’t want to.  It was the publicity it’d bring.  Such things were shown on the news fairly often and while normal folks fell into debt, business owners like himself were subsequently ruined when the press got a hold of the charges and all of their customers suddenly vanished like smoke.  Feeling nothing for a few moments the sergal would begin to attempt to stuff himself back into his pants, fumbling a bit as he had to be careful not to move the tablecloth too much or risk revealing himself, the situation made worse by the fact that he was currently as hard as a rock.

Back underneath the table Sherly was a bit stunned for a moment before smirking devilishly, resting her paws on her hips.  Alright, this girl wanted to be competitive, then she would compete.  Besides, the sergal had been having most of the fun up until now and his grumpy attitude had rubbed her the wrong way a little.  It was payback time.  Reaching up the foxcat would grip at Entaru’s member as he attempted to put it away, provoking a short yip from the sergal above, his toes curling in on themselves in surprise.  “Alright, you want to be a big girl, lets see it then.  I want you spread your legs and take as much of him as you can.  If I win, you have to throw your panties onstage during the Whisker Kisses concert tonight.  If you win, I’ll give you his address so you can visit and play with him whenever you want.  Deal?”

Mazhi would swallow softly as she took a moment to think on the bet.  “Well I’d have to find my panties first.  I think I left them under table E7 or B7.  At least I think there was a seven on there.”  Shaking her head clear of doubt she’d put on her best face of stubborn determination before nodding to the foxcat.  “Okay, deal!”  

Moving up between the sergal’s legs once more she’d take a deep breath before slipping out of her dress, handing it over to Sherly like a boxing champion handing over their robe.  “Hold this….I don’t want it to get all mussed up.”  Staring up at the sergal’s member for a few moments, the kitten’s determination would wane as a problem occurred to her.  “Uhhh….I can’t reach.”

Sherly would grin smugly, expecting Mazhi to be making excuses to get out of the bet before realizing that she couldn’t reach either.  They could blow him all they wanted and give him a handjob but between how tall the chair was, how tall the table was, and the sergal’s own height she was finding a problem she was unused to.  Generally the sergal would be forced into a seat too small for him, making him crouch down.  Even if they could reach, they would be pressed against the bottom of the table, risking exposure once things got heated.  “Ah...yeah, that is a problem.”

Up above the sergal’s upper lip would twitch in worry.  He had barely been able to pass off his yip earlier as a hiccup and was beginning to realize the severity of the situation as he heard the voices under the table raise slightly out of irritation.  He knew the tone too well.  Competitive tendencies had overtaken the mission he had sent the foxcat on and, with the squeeze as evidence, he had the bad feeling that he had just been volunteered as the field of battle.

He would go rigid as to make matters worse, he realized the waitress was coming out of the kitchen and was making a beeline for their table.  His claws would grip at the tablecloth as he did his best not to look directly at her, tossing a piece deep fried tortellini into his maw, then another, and another. Vainly attempting to look natural, the sergal would find his mouth stuffed to capacity with cheese and pasta, chewing with great difficulty.  Only after the waitress walked past his table would he relax for a moment, sighing through his nose and swallowing down the cheesy mass.  Never had he been so happy to mistake someone else’s order for his.  

His moment of relief would not last however, as with a series of clicks and a sudden jolt the sergal would find the seat falling out from under him as the legs of the chair were readjusted. His eyes were wide as he gripped at the arms of the chair, looking as if he were afraid it would suddenly take off at a gallop with him in tow.  He had no idea what happened but the table was much farther up his chest now and his knees were bent under the table.  Did they just lower his seat?  Apparently the process had made quite the noise as a few patrons stared at the stunned sergal, clinging to his seat like a startled cat.  

The icing on the cake would arrive as the waitress rushed over to Entaru, clearly worried.  “Oh my god, are you alright sir?  The seats don’t usually do that.  The latches must not have been attached properly.  I’m so sorry.”  She’d set her receipt book on the table as she knelt down slightly to look at the chair.  “Here let me help get that back up.”

“NO!”  Entaru’s voice would crack once again as he released the arms of the chair, holding up his hands to stop her, though his own arms remained pinned to their position, making the gesture look far more laid back than it really was. Clearing his throat he’d begin again.  “No, thank you.  It’s fine.  I’d rather not worry about it falling again.  I can eat like this and at least it can’t fall farther than this.  I’ll be fine.”  His tail twitched nervously as the sergal punctuated his sentence with what was suppose to be a carefree laugh but came out more as a strained giggle.

Thankfully for Entaru, the waitress was still frazzled and quickly gave in to his attempts to keep her away from the table.  “Well if you’re sure.  Your food is going to be a little longer, okay?”  Before the sergal could answer she was already on her way off.  Not that he minded.  As she left so too did most of the attention the incident had given him, different folk returning to their meal now that their curiosity about the noise had been satiated.  There would be no rest for the wicked however as he felt a pair of tiny paws upon his leg, quickly followed by the weight of a child moving onto his lap as he slunk down in the chair, resigning himself to his fate.

Underneath the tablecloth, Mazhi would rub her developing chest against his length, straddling and holding it against her like a stuffed animal as she kissed along its head once more.  She had been enjoying it before but now that she could feel it between her thighs, a shiver of excitement coursed through her, making her tail fluff up at the mere thought of what was going to come next.  The moisture that slicked the fur on her thighs would only grow as she ground against the base of the sergal’s shaft as she prepared herself.  

Sherly would be nursing a small injury on her finger, lightly sucking at the tender spot caused when the chair pinched her as she was readjusting it.  “Oww...alright, time to uphold that bet.  No chickening out now that there’s been a blood sacrifice made for it.”  She was kidding but damn did that still sting.  Looking up at the kitten she’d cross her arms over her chest, watching and waiting for the girl to give up or almost hurt herself.  Much to her surprise however, she’d find herself watching the kitten position herself against the tablecloth, leaning back against Entaru’s stomach and lining his shaft up to her tiny pussy.

Taking a deep breath the child would press the spear-like tip against her sex, slowly pushing herself down over it and stretching the young petals of her budding flower wide.  She’d bite at her lower lip in pleasure as she did her best not to squeal, the head of his cock pushing at her limits.  She’d look down at Sherly, panting through her visage of ecstasy, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she began to rock her hips and coat Entaru’s cock in her arousal.  Then, without warning, the kitten would grip at the sergal’s member and force herself down upon it, placing a paw on her mouth to muffle the squeal she would make as she took in much of his length at once,  the shape of the sergal’s dick pushing Mazhi’s form around itself.  Her belly stretched and hugged the massive member almost effortlessly, her body acting like rubber. The kitten’s tiny tongue hung from her maw as she sat there lost in pleasure from the shock of taking so much at once, triumph glinting across those blue, lust filled eyes.

Sherly would be at a loss for a moment.  It was not the first time she had seen this but she had not expected anyone Mazhi’s age to be capable of such feats without augmentation.  No, something was fishy here.  Walking up beside the kitten and beginning to slip out of her own clothes, Sherly would run her fingers over the lewdly imprinted shape in Mazhi’s belly, making it twitch and shudder inside the kitten.  Mazhi would whine in delight at the way the rod shivered inside her as Sherly began to speak.  “Mazhi, you wouldn’t happen to have cheated on our bet, would you?  You never said you had been augmented.”  Pressing her now bare chest against the kitten’s overextended belly, she’d begin to lick along the underside of her companion’s shaft through Mazhi’s body.

The kitten would shake her head, panting softly as she did her best to lift herself up and down the length of Entaru’s member with little success, the sergal visibly shaking through the tablecloth as he tried not to vocalize his own pleasure at how tightly the child’s tunnel clung to every inch of him.  “I’m not..ahn..cheating.  Mommy says I’m stretchy because she-heeee made herself stretchy before I was born.  She said daddy was really big-hah-like your friend.”

Sherly would smirk at this.  Of course that was the case.  It wasn’t unheard of for these kinds of augmentations to be passed down.  Her lab was still trying to figure out why it happened.  She would giggle softly to herself for a moment as the waitress hadn’t exactly struck her as the type to get augmented, let alone get a size queen special.  Apparently the child shared her mother’s tastes in partners.  Oh well, it was her turn now.  “Alright, you ready to see how a real woman takes one of these?”

The kitten would give the foxcat a nasty glare , wrapping her arms around her stretched belly to give the sergal’s cock a squeeze.  “I’m not done yet, you wait your turn!”  Sherly could see the kitten, despite her augmentation and bravado, was struggling.  She could take him in but she was inexperienced and couldn’t do much more than wiggle and grind against the base of Entaru’s member.  Still her hands were deft enough against the stretched flesh to make the sergal squirm, and it was clear he wasn’t going to last as long as she would at this rate.

Smiling softly, Sherly would climb up her companion’s legs  to stand in his lap, running her paws up and down the length of his shaft.  “Don’t worry, you’ll get to finish your turn, I’m just going to help you along with my own.”  Pulling at the head of Entaru’s cock through the kitten’s belly, she’d lift a single leg before pushing herself down over it, using the kitten’s rubbery flesh like a condom as she let the tip pierce into her inner sanctum, stretching her sensitive pussy lips and making her purr softly in delight.  Lower and lower she’d push herself, until she found herself face to face with Mazhi, her body deforming and shaping itself around the covered shaft. “Mmmph...there now.  Now just hold still and let me move us both.  Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”  

Giving the kitten a wink, Sherly would begin slide herself up and down the sergal’s length, the slick inner flesh of her body gripping at the kittens own and moving her along with her.  Mazhi would cover her mouth with both hands to keep from squealing in ecstasy as the rode him together, light shivers running up and down her spine as her pussy slips stretched and ground along the sergal’s cool flesh.  Sherly would bite lightly at her own knuckle as the shuddering member throbbed inside of them both, the sergal beginning to buck underneath them both causing them to bounce softly over his thick tormented member.  Each thrust upward would be first met with a gasp from the two before the gently slapping sound of arousal slicked flesh marked the end and beginning of another thrust.  Sherly pressed her hand against the underside of the table, trying to keep the two from hitting their heads on its underside as electricity shot through their bodies, lighting up their senses with lust and deliciously decadent bliss.

Above, the sergal would silence himself as best he could with the last of his tortellini, turning the cheesy mass in his maw into a makeshift ball gag for himself to silence the moans he was prone to making.  He didn’t know what was going on down there but at first it felt like someone had wrapped his cock in latex.  No...not quite latex.  It clung like latex but it definitely felt like his cock was gliding along the delicate flesh of someone’s love tunnel.  Now it felt like his cock was trapped in a soft flesh vice and he could only buck his hips to hurry himself along, the pleasure building up too quickly and intensely for him to remain still and silent for long.  This was almost torture as his body ached to howl out in lust and grab at who or whatever was currently riding him and use them like oversized mastubatory aids, and was instead forced to keep his head and be as still as possible to avoid notice.

Gritting his teeth into the ball of cheese and pasta, the sergal would grip at the arms of his chair, his back arching slightly as his body spasmed with bliss, his cock twitching and throbbing heavily for a split second warning before he’d orgasm, his seed spilling forth into the kitten’s womb.  The airtight fit of her rubbery flesh around the sergal’s cock would keep any of the tide of seed from escaping her body, his cock pumping her full of his cum and making her rubbery belly expand to compensate.  As Mazhi swelled up, Sherly too would feel her body beginning to ache as she was filled with the kitten’s elastic flesh.  The pressure would be too much for the two, their own bodies tensing and shuddering in orgasm as they did their best to hold in their cries of pleasure, a flush of  feminine juices flooding out over Mazhi’s distended stomach and across the sergal’s groin.

Mazhi would lay limply over Entaru’s member as it pumped the last of his seed into her belly.  The massive orgasm and the feeling of cum bloating her was more than her inexperienced body could handle, though her conscious state spoke to her endurance as she sat there panting in exhaustion.  Sherly would slowly remove herself from over the kitten, struggling to be free of the voluminous bulge.  She had dealt with removing herself from larger knots but the size and shape of this one was awkward and shifted whenever she thought she was fully free due to seed inside of Mazhi.  Finally pulling herself free, she’d pant softly as her body recovered from the experience, letting herself lay beneath the sergal’s groin where the kitten remained sealed to his shaft.

Reaching above her, Sherly would take advantage of the kitten’s elastic flesh one more time as she slipped a pair of fingers up along the underside of Entaru’s cock and would play at Mazhi’s oversensitive clit for a moment.  The kitten would let out a soft squeak of surprise before covering her mouth once more as Sherly slipped the guilty fingers between her pussy lips and the sergal’s shaft, breaking the seal and letting his seed flow out of the kitten’s belly and into her open mouth.  No sense in letting her have all the treats, after all.  Besides she knew she could digest the amount quickly.  The kitten would be bloated like this for a while if she didn’t make a mess the moment she was removed.  Lapping up the mix of kitten juices and sergal cum, the foxcat would purr contentedly, her tail swishing back and forth as she drank her fill of them.

Mazhi would feel her bloated belly deflating as Sherly helped herself, regaining a bit of her energy and slowly but surely removing herself from the sergal, leaving behind a trail of used semen along his cock before freeing herself and collapsing over his leg.  It was fortunate the sergal had anticipated needing these pants today, as the leftover seed that would not stay within the kitten was released out over his leg before sliding off the specially crafted fabric to the floor to be mistaken for spilled garlic sauce later at closing.

Lapping up what she could from the sergal’s soaked shaft, Sherly would give his clean him off before giving his tip a light kiss and aiding it back within his pants.  Turning now to the half exhausted kitten she’d smile, tapping at the side of her nose and giving her a wink.  “Well it looks like I win, doesn’t it?  You’re gonna have to find those panties.”

Mazhi would look incredulously at the grinning foxcat, doing her best to push herself up into a seated position on Entaru’s lap.  “What?  No you didn’t.  I won fair square.  You just hopped on top of me while I was winning.”    Carefully she’d climb down from the sergal’s leg to stand before Sherly, her legs more than a little wobbly from the venture.

Shaking her head with a smirk, the foxcat would give the kitten’s belly a light rub before tugging at her elastic flesh.  “Wrong...I took everything you took and more.  I had a bit of extra girth to handle thanks to you wrapping so tightly around him.  It wasn’t much but I did it.  You lose.”  

The kitten would wilt as she realized she had been taken for a ride by the black foxcat, both figuratively and euphemistically.  She’d puff out her cheeks in anger before a few tears welled up in her eyes as the loss dawned on her fully.  “T-that’s not fair.  That’s cheating.  You’re mean!”  It was clear the kitten was on the verge of what was going to be a very loud tantrum.

Recognizing the incoming problem, Sherly would merely smile before reaching into her discarded clothes and handing off a slip of paper to the kitten, the offering confusing her and staving off the tears for a few vital seconds.  “Here, you still did good enough that I think you’ll do fine.  That’s his address.  Feel free to call on him whenever...heck bring your mom along.  She might enjoy the stress relief.”  She’d giggle, at the thought of the two arriving on the sergal’s doorstep.  She wasn’t sure if he’d be thankful or irritated but it’d be fun to find out which.

The kitten’s eyes would light up as she saw the address written down on the piece of paper before lunging forward and hugging Sherly’s bare body tightly against her own nude form.  “Oh thank you thank you thank you!  I won’t forget this.”  Mazhi would bounce in place with Sherly in her arms for a moment before moving to put her dress back on.

Sherly would giggle softly, still doing her best to remain quiet as she wagged a finger at the kitten, pulling her own clothes on now.  “Remember to hold up your end of the deal, otherwise I’ll tell him to turn you away when you show up.  Now you should get cleaned up and find those panties.  Once you do, head back to your mother, she’s worried sick over you.”

Mazhi would grin wide as she slipped back into her sparkling, green halter dress, nodding as she bolted out from under the tablecloth.  “Don’t worry, I won’t forget.  Thank you again!”  With that she would disappear from view.

 A few moments later Sherly would emerge from under the table and take her seat with a light smile on her face.  Lifting her slightly warmed Conga to her lips she’d take a long sip before looking to Entaru.  “All taken care of.”

Opposite her, the sergal’s ears were flat against his skull as he sat several heads lower than he should have been.  His talons drummed impatiently against the wooden armrests as he glared across the table at the foxcat.  “Yes.  So I noticed.”  The fried tortellini was gone from his plate, leaving nothing but her drink between the two of them to block the electric mix of embarrassment, anger, and relief coming from his expression.  “Do you have any idea how close you got us to being caught?  I was enjoying a nice comfortable restaurant setting and you almost ruin me with that little stunt.”

“Oh, lighten up Ent.  I know you enjoyed it, and besides we weren’t caught.  And I thought you were an exhibitionist. Isn’t the whole thrill of exhibition the thought of getting caught anyways? Anyways, you deserved to sweat a little after the last couple of hours”  She’d giggle softly as she leaned back in her seat, watching the sergal begin to try and readjust his own with little success.

The sergal would snort, still clearly perturbed but he couldn’t argue with her much on those facts.  He hadn’t exactly been good company aside from the sex, and even one of those had been pushing it.  “Exhibition is one thing...that was entirely another.  I’m half tempted to go home after that stunt. I-”  

Before he could continue, the waitress would arrive with their food with a smile on her face and Mazhi clinging to her leg.  The kitten was beaming up at Entaru and Sherly, her tail flicking lightly behind her as her mother set down the plates.  “And here’s your meals.  Thank you for sending my sweet little Mazhi to me.  She said you played a game together and you all were friends now.”

Sherly smirked a bit at this and would nod in response, giving Mazhi a wink before speaking.  “Oh we had lots of fun.  Even grumpy pants over here enjoyed himself, though it’d take the Inquisition to get him to admit it.  Isn’t that right Ent?”

Entaru would grumble softly before looking down at the beaming child.  Well, she was adorable, he couldn’t argue that.  Sighing softly, he’d give her a weak smile before tapping the side of his nose.  “Just don’t go surprising people like that next time, okay?  You about gave me a heart attack, and Sherly didn’t help.”

The waitress would nod before moving back to her workstation, Mazhi in tow.  The sergal would be caught a bit off guard as the kitten gave him a wink before they slipped out of sight again.  Turning back toward Sherly, he’d stab a fork into his shrimp scampi.  “You had better pray this stuff is excellent, otherwise you’re doing whatever this boyband plan of yours is, alone.”  The sergal would huff softly as he shoveled a forkful of shrimp into his open maw, chewing quietly for a long moment as Sherly watched him expectantly for a moment.

“Well?”

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