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Revelations by IndigoNeko
Chapter 14 – Painful Lessons, Continued.
Friday, May 29th, 2015
Hikari struggled to keep his footing as the grizzly bear behind him frog-marched him to the front office. Several other faculty members raced past him in the other direction, streaming towards the commons. He winced as the ursine behind him shifted his grip, wrenching his arm up behind his back with one hand while using the other hand to open the office door. Then the bear shoved him through the door, clipping his shoulder on the door frame.
The office was empty except for a secretary behind the front desk. The mouse looked up at them, then went back to talking on the phone. The bear pushed him into one of the smaller offices and told him to sit down in a deep voice, shoving him towards one of the chairs in the office. Hikari stumbled a moment, then walked over to the chair and sat down. The bear stood next to the door, arms folded over his chest. The security uniform barely contained the ursine’s arms and belly.
Hikari sighed. This was going to be a long day. He pulled his old flip phone out of his pocket and quickly sent a text to his father, saying that he’d gotten into a fight and was in the office. He folded it back over and stuck it in his pocket again. It wasn’t more than a few minutes before he heard the faint sound of sirens getting gradually louder, then they went silent. He hoped they’d arrived quickly enough to save the poor girl from bleeding out. A minute later the sirens started back up, then gradually faded out.
Another five minutes passed in silence with the security guard leaning up against the wall next to the door. Then the door opened and the vice principal stepped in. This was the second or third time Hikari had seen the wide-eyed barn owl. Still, such a distinctive visage was hard to miss.
The owl tugged at his vest, straightening it, then walked into a side office and sat down at the desk in the tiny office and flipped open the laptop sitting to one side. He tapped a few characters in on the keyboard, then spent a few moments clicking the computer mouse next to it. He glanced over at Hikari.
“Mr. Hikari Arakaki, I presume?” the vice principal asked.
He nodded, staring at the barn owl.
“Fighting is prohibited, as is clearly stated in the student handbook,” the principal stated, waiting for a response.
Hikari waited in silence, then blinked a few times. When it became obvious that the vice principal wasn’t going to continue, he said “I wasn’t fighting.”
“If you think kicking another student in the head isn’t fighting, you’re sadly mistaken Mr. Arakaki,” the barn owl stated.
“I was defending myself and the girl that other kid had just attacked,” the japanese macaque explained.
“According to several other students, you kicked Mr. Torres in the head. Not once, but twice. The first time by leaping across the room.”
“Yes. The first time was to prevent him from kicking Charlotte in the sides and breaking her ribs after he had already knocked her unconscious. The second time was to prevent him from headbutting me.”
“That’s still not an excuse for assaulting another student. We have security guards like Mr. Calhoun here to deal with issues like that,” the owl said, briefly glancing over at the grizzly bear.
“That was self-defense, not assault. And you expect me to stand around and watch as someone kicks the shit out of an unconscious girl while I wait for security to get there?”
“No, I expect you to go and get a faculty member as quickly as possible,” the vice principal said, glaring at the student in the other room.
“So, you’re saying that you’d rather have a girl wind up with broken ribs and internal bleeding than have another student intervene. Got it,” the monkey said, sarcastically nodding.
“I’m not saying any such thing. I’m saying that we have school policies and punishments for infractions against those policies. The punishment for fighting in school is suspension or expulsion.”
“And I already said, it wasn’t fighting. It was self-defense.”
“I don’t consider kicking another student in the head twice to be self-defense. Regardless of whether it was or wasn’t self-defense, it was still fighting and I’m still going to have to suspend you,” the owl said before turning to the computer and clicking a few buttons. The printer against the wall began to hum and spit out several pieces of paper.
Hikari threw his head back, bumping the wall behind him. “Oh my God, this is retarded. Next week is the last week of school. All of our tests are on Monday and Tuesday.”
“You should have thought of that before you kicked another student in the head, Mr. Arakaki,” the owl said, retrieving the printouts and pulling a pen out of his vest-pocket. He began filling out the forms.
“This is utter bullshit, and we both know it. You should be congratulating me for protecting her,” Hikari said.
“You also need to watch your language, Mr. Arakaki. For that, you’ll be spending this evening in detention. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to call your parents,” the owl said, picking up the office phone next to his laptop and dialing the first number in the student’s emergency contact list.
Hikari sighed, his head thumping against the wall behind him again.
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“Julia?”
Julia looked up from her e-book, startled. Her husband was standing in the doorway to her hospital room.
“What are you doing here?" she asked. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Sorry. I should have called you first, but I guess it slipped my mind,” Terrence apologized. “I’ve been on the phone for the past half hour. Charlotte just woke up from surgery a few minutes ago. She’s here in the ICU as well, down the hallway in room sixteen,” he said, gesturing.
“What? What happened?”
“Apparently an altercation at school. I’m guessing she was attacked by a boy after she turned him down. She needed an emergency transfusion and surgery to keep her from bleeding out, then a CT scane, then more surgery to piece together her shattered muzzle. They put a few plates in her nose to keep everything together while it heals. She’s currently having a second transfusion right now.”
Julia promptly swung her legs out of the bed and sat up, then pulled the heart rate monitor off her finger. Terrence started to object as the machine started to make a loud buzzing noise. Moments later, a nurse rushed into the room, trying to find out what had happened.
“Ma’am, please, we’ve got to keep you under observation-” the gerbil-lady tried to say.
“Stuff the observation,” Julia said. “It’s been almost twenty-four hours now and I’ve been fine the whole time. I’m going to go see Charlotte.”
“Ma’am-”, the nurse tried to interject.
Julia ignored the nurse, grabbing her purse and the small pile of clothes from the table in the far side of the room and walked into the bathroom. Moments later, she stepped out, fully dressed. Her husband was standing just outside the room, talking to the nurse.
“Okay, where’s Charlotte?" she said.
“Ma’am, will you at least please sign the discharge form?" the nurse persisted, waving a clipboard with a piece of paper on it.
“If it’ll get you to leave me alone, then yes,” the ermine stoat said, irritated at the delay.
“Excellent,” the nurse said, handing over a clipboard with a pen. Julia rapidly scribbled her name in the field, handed it back and turned to her husband. Terrence promptly walked down the hallway without saying a word, leading her down the hallway and through a pair of double doors, then into another ICU room.
Julia gasped when she saw Charlotte lying in the hospital bed with a blood bag feeding her IV, neck in a brace and swollen muzzle.
“Charlotte?” she whispered, walking over to the side of the bed.
The doberman girl opened her bloodshot eyes and looked over at the Stouffers. “Hi Julia. I... afraid I ‘ight not ‘e... doing the laundry... for a few daysh,” she said.
“Stuff the laundry,” Julia said as she walked over to the side of the bed. “What in the world happened?”
“I dunno... I wash yelling at Diego caush he wash annoying...”
“Oh, Charlotte...”, she said, frowning and trying to hold back tears. Then she looked over at Terrence, expression turning serious. “Did you file a police report?”
“Yes. Officer Hoffman left here a few minutes ago. He’s going to the school to find out what happened. If it turns out that Diego assaulted her, we can press charges against him and sue for personal injury. I’m sure our friend Richard would be glad to help,” the business-ferret said.
Julia nodded with satisfaction, then turned and squeezed Charlotte’s paw. “Don’t worry, dear. We’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you again.”
Terrence nodded, then took a deep breath as his phone beeped, pulling it out and silencing it. “Well, I’ve got to go pick up Elizabeth from school. We also need to pick up your car from Raenne and David’s house.”
“It would be better if you drove me over to get my car first, then go pick up Elizabeth. I’ll come back here and keep an eye on Charlotte.”
“Okay,” Terrence agreed. “They said that they could release her in a few hours, once this transfusion is finished and they’re sure she has no complications,” he said, pointing at the blood bag.
“I have to spend twenty-four hours in the hospital for a minor heart issue, but they won’t keep Charlotte overnight when she’s had emergency surgery and a transfusion? That makes no sense,” Julia said, flabbergasted.
“Don’t ask me, angel,” the hob said, holding his hands up. “I’m not a doctor.”
Julia rolled her eyes, then turned back to the teenaged doberman on the hospital bed. “I’ll be right back, dear. Will you be alright?”
“Yesh, a‘am. I jush... resh here.”
Julia squeezed Charlotte’s paw again, then stood up to leave.
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“Thanks Raenne. Have a good one,” Terrence said, wrapping up his phone call. The ferret slipped his phone back in his pocket just as his daughter pulled the car door open.
“Hello Father!” the tiny stoat said as she hopped into the back seat of Terrence’s blue BMW.
“Hi, Princess,” he said as he turned around and watched to make sure his daughter buckled in. “All ready to go?”
“Yep! Is Mother out of the hospital yet?”
“Well... Yes, and no,” he said, mentally swearing. He’d hoped to avoid telling Elizabeth until they got home. “Your mother is doing fine, but she’s still at the hospital, watching over Charlotte.”
“Why is Charlotte at the hospital?” Elizabeth asked, puzzled.
“She was hurt when she was at school, so they sent her to the hospital,” he said as he deftly pulled back into traffic, carefully making his way around the large school buses.
“Oh no...What happened?”
“We don’t exactly know yet, but we think someone might have hit her.”
“Aww... Why would anyone hurt her? She’s so nice,” the little stoat said, distraught.
“I don’t know, princess... I don’t know,” he replied. Under his breath he added, “But I’m going to make damned sure they never do it again.”
The car was quiet for a few minutes as Terrence continued to drive deeper into the suburbs towards their house. Eventually it got to be a bit much, and Terrence broke the silence. “How was school, princess?”
“Boring. I can’t wait for Lexi to get better,” Elizabeth said. “There’s nobody to talk to when she’s not there.”
“Surely there’s a few other kids that you can talk to,” the ferret said, slowing the car as they pulled up to a stop sign.
“Well, yeah, but most of them are dumb. The boys all think girls have cooties, and the girls all think boys have cooties. Half of them sniff glue and the other half eat it.”
Terrence couldn’t help but snicker at that. Most of the time his daughter was extremely polite, which made her occasional caustic witticisms all the more hilarious. “Surely it’s not that bad. There must be at least a few other children who aren’t dumb.”
“Well... Maria and Estella are nice, but they don’t speak English that well. I don’t like playing with Robert or Cedric cause they rub it in your face when they win and get upset when they lose. Danny is clumsy and I think Maddy doesn’t like me. Andy and Josh are nice too, but I think they’re gay.”
“It’s not nice to call someone gay, young lady,” the ferret gently chastised.
“But it’s true!” she protested. “They hold hands a lot and stuff. I don’t really care, but I think they’d much prefer to be by themselves than play with me.”
“Oh, I see,” he said, realizing she hadn’t meant it as an insult. “Well, in that case... I suppose you’ll have to play with Lexi. Do you want to go over to her place tomorrow?”
“Yes! Thank you, father!” the young stoat said, practically bouncing in place.
“You’re welcome,” he replied. “I’ve already talked with Raenne and David, and they said you’re welcome to spend the night with Alex on Saturday as well.”
“Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“Don’t thank me, princess. Thank Alex’s parents.”
“I will,” Elizabeth said, smiling as she looked out the window, watching the trees go by.
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That evening, Raenne, David, and Alexandrea sat at the table, eating aloo gobhi and teekha murg. Raenne was the first to finish, and stood up, saying “Well, I’m off to teach class. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
With that, she gave both Alex and David a kiss, grabbed the duffel bag near the front door and stepped out, closing the door gently behind her. The black SUV beeped as she pressed the fob key, and she tossed the duffel in the back seat, then climbed into the front, taking a second to adjust her tail in the groove that ran down the middle of the seat for that exact purpose.
It was only a few minutes later that she pulled up to the karate dojo. Stepping out and grabbing her duffel, she walked into the dojo where the other instructor, a tanuki, was finishing up the children’s class, teaching the two dozen children dressed in white uniforms how to kick and punch. She considered it a necessary evil; kids under the age of ten rarely had the discipline or motivation to really progress in martial arts, and she knew that many of the parents used the hour long class more as a form of babysitting than anything else... though there were a few parents who actually sat through the whole thing, watching. Still, the tanuki seemed to enjoy it; he was great with kids and had infinite patience with them.
She bowed as she reached the edge of the mat, then walked behind the class and over to the women’s changing room. It didn’t take her very long to change into her black gi and tie her belt. Then she went over to the front office, where she put her duffel on the floor and cell phone on the desk, then sat down to do some bookkeeping while the other class finished. The other instructor waved at her through the glass of the office windows as he walked towards the dojo’s front door, done for the day. “Have a good evening, Noboru,” she yelled, waving at him.
Raenne hadn’t even finished opening the spreadsheet application on the ancient PC before a soft knock at the door made her glance up. Hikari, from her advanced class, was standing at the door. She motioned him inside, pointing at the seat in front of the desk.
“Konbanwa, Hikari. You’re early today,” she said as he pulled open the glass door and stepped into the office.
“Konbanwa, sensei,” he said as he stepped in, then bowed. “I came because I felt I needed to tell you of something that I did today, and hear your judgment,” he said formally, still standing.
Raenne immediately turned her attention away from the computer, staring up at the teenage monkey in front of her.
“Judgment?” she asked with one raised eyebrow. “I may be unable to offer a judgment, though I should be able to offer an opinion if that is what you want. Speak, and I will listen,” she said, just as formally as he had.
“This morning, I met another student in my biology class, a canine. She is learning Japanese and asked for assistance with translating a book during lunch, which I agreed to provide,” he said, sitting at the chair in front of the desk. “During lunch she came to the commons with another student, also a canine, and upon entering the commons, loudly and insultingly declared that she would not date him. She turned away from him, whereupon he punched her very hard in the head, knocking her unconscious. Because I knew her, and because I did not know what else he would do, I ran towards him, intending to tackle him. When I saw he was going to kick her as well I... I lost my temper and I used yoko tobi geri instead.”
The office was briefly silent as Raenne processed the information, then asked “Did you use proper form?”
The question took the japanese macaque somewhat aback. That was the last question he would have expected. “Uh... Yes, sensei. I tucked my leg underneath, with my knee pointed behind me.”
“And where did you strike him?” she asked.
“In the head, sensei. Near his neck, where I was aiming.”
“Very good,” the tigress nodded, pleased. “Then what happened?”
“Uh... I... saw that he had fallen down, and I checked to see if the girl was okay. She was bleeding from the nose, and I yelled for help. Then I saw that the boy had gotten up, so I did as well. He charged me, and I-”
Raenne held her hand up, interrupting him. “What stance did you take when he charged you?”
“...Renoji-dachi, sensei.”
“Why did you take that stance?”
“I... I don’t know, sensei. It felt right. Natural.”
“What happened after that?”
“I struck him with ushiro geri. In the head, again. I felt a snap, and he fell to the ground. Then a security guard threw me to the floor.”
His sensei was silent, mulling everything over with a slight frown. Hikari’s head dropped a bit as he looked down at the ground.
“As I suspected, I cannot offer judgment in this matter. I am glad that you were able to prevent Charlotte from taking further injury-”
Hikari’s head snapped up, looking at his sensei. He knew he hadn’t mentioned Charlotte’s name.
“-and I am glad that you were able to remember your training so well. However, I do feel that using yoko tobi geri was both excessive and foolish as a first strike. It is easily countered.”
“How... I... yes, sensei. You are right, I was foolish.”
“I did not say that you were foolish, only that your choice of first strike was foolish. Your decision to defend a helpless individual from further injury was far from foolish... It was heroic. I am proud of you.”
“Thank you, sensei,” Hikari said, bowing slightly even though he was sitting.
The office was silent for several moments, as Raenne watched her favorite pupil. After a few moments, he met her eye again.
“Sensei, how did you know Charlotte’s name?”
Raenne grinned, and explained. “I’m glad I guessed correctly. My daughter is friends with the daughter of the family that Charlotte lives with. They told me that she had been injured earlier today, though I did not know how she had been injured.”
“Is she doing okay?” he asked, anxiously.
“She needed emergency surgery and a blood transfusion, and has a shattered nose and several missing teeth,” the tigress said, shaking her head. “She’ll be fine in a few weeks though.”
Hikari relaxed, then tensed again, looking down at the floor. She could tell from the way his jaw clenched that he was angry, and decided to remain silent. Behind him, she could see a few of his fellow class members bowing as they reached the mat, walking towards the changing rooms. It would soon be time to start class.
“Can you... can you tell her that I’m sorry I was unable to help her?” he asked, looking back up at his sensei.
“I can. Would you prefer to tell her yourself?”
“I... Yes, I would. I would also like to help her with her translation.”
Raenne smiled, then picked up her phone to call Julia.
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Two hours later, Raenne pulled back into her driveway and stepped out of her SUV, dragging her duffel behind her. The evening class had gone well, and she’d had a chance to talk with Hikari’s father regarding the school incident. The old monkey had been furious that they’d suspended his kid for protecting an unconscious girl from assault, and was going to give the faculty an earful. He’d been proud of his son, and rightfully so to Raenne’s way of thinking.
Still, she was tired, and figured she’d cash in on her husband’s debt from the previous night; a massage felt like a damn good idea right now, especially on a Friday night. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, carefully closing the front door behind her. Since Alex had fractured her ankle, she’d been going to bed earlier and sleeping longer. Definitely a good thing, as far as Raenne was concerned, but it meant that she had to be a bit cautious about making too much noise. With that in mind, Raenne padded softly down the hallway, glancing in the living room for her husband.
She found him in the living room, playing some silly video game. She watched for a moment as his character shouted at a giant spider, sending the spider flying off a cliff, and rolled her eyes. She collapsed onto the couch next to him and leaned against him. He paused the game as she sat down, and kissed the top of her head.
“How was class?” he asked.
“Same as usual. Promoted two kids to fifth kyu. Hikari is ready to test for first kyu, provided he doesn’t get into any more fights at school.”
“The monkey, right? You’ve mentioned him a few times now. I remember you saying you wanted to hire him as an assistant,” David said as he saved the game and shut it off. “Why was he fighting?”
“He was defending Charlotte from the kid who attacked her today,” she explained, yawning and throwing her arms up in a stretch.
“Oh really? Small world. Was he playing white knight or are he and Charlotte friends?”
“White knight. He said they met in Biology this morning. Apparently they were going to meet during lunch so he could help her with Japanese.”
“Aah, so a little bit of both, maybe?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I called Julia. She said it would be okay if he visited Charlotte, so I gave him their address. He said he’d drop by tomorrow.”
“Playing match-maker now?” he asked, curious.
“Maybe. I dunno. He’s a good kid, and Charlotte doesn’t exactly get out much, except for going to that anime convention... Kumoricon or whatever,” she explained, surprised she’d remembered that much. The Stouffer’s live-in maid wasn’t exactly high on her list of people she kept up with. She only knew what she did thanks to Julia’s propensity for gossip.
“Hmm. Maybe it would be good for them then,” he said, wrapping one of his arms around his wife. She dropped her head against his chest, softly purring. Several long minutes passed in relative silence as they relaxed together.
A soft chime came from the clock hanging in the kitchen, and Raenne stirred, leaning back and asking, “Is Alex asleep?”
“Probably. She took one of her pills at around eight-thirty.”
“Good, cause you still owe me a massage.”
He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, then felt a little guilty that he’d hurt her the other night. “Okay, love,” he said as he pushed up off the couch, then gave his wife a hand, pulling her to her feet.
He followed her up the stairs, pausing at the top to glance into Alex’s room. The room was dark, so he gently shut the door, then followed his wife into the master bedroom and closed that door as well. Raenne was already stripping off her clothes, and he stopped to admire her well-toned form. She was beautiful, especially in the dim bedroom light. Her sleek ochre fur and pitch-black stripes gave her an exotic look. He somewhat wished his own fur was like hers at times, rather than thick and coarse.
When she had finished stripping her halter and yoga shorts, she turned around, revealing the pristine white fur of her naked chest and belly, he felt a tightening in his sheath as his dick began to swell. He shook his head and peeled off his t-shirt, then quickly shucked his khaki shorts, tossing them into the hamper next to the door. Raenne crawled onto the bed and lay down in the middle, face down. Her tail swung lazily about for a moment, then came to rest against the outside of her left leg, showing off the cleft of her ass. He grinned at her not-so-subtle hint, knowing exactly how this would end tonight, and stripped off his boxers as well as his cock swelled even further.
He went over to the bathroom to grab a bottle of mineral oil for after the massage. Oil and fur didn’t exactly mix well. When he came back, his wife was laying perfectly still, as if she’d fallen asleep.
He set the bottle on the side of the bed and climbed up onto it, sitting next to her on his knees. Then he leaned over and began to rapidly, gently strike up and down her back with the edge of his paws. Starting at the top of her shoulder blade, he made quick chopping motions, moving down a half inch every time he hit. Three times he made his way down and back up her back, getting each side, and the center of her back as well. Then he put his hands above her tail and at the top of her spine and pressed down, hearing a slight pop. He moved his hand a bit further down from the top and continued, giving a more traditional shiatsu massage.
As much as his wife liked the shiatsu massage, she much preferred his own home-brew deep-tissue massage. He knew exactly which muscles tended to tense up when she was stressed, and exactly how to get them to relax, not that she needed much more relaxing at this point; Raenne was purring so loudly that he was sure Alex could have heard it if she was still awake. Over the years he’d gotten used to the fact that both his wife and their daughter could purr, unlike most tigers. He’d even learned how to mimic the sound, though it wasn’t quite the same, coming from his throat rather than his chest. Feral tigers couldn’t purr at all; they indicated contentment with a chuffing sound.
He swung his legs over the small over her back and leaned forward, resting his hands on her shoulders. Then he dug the pad of his thumb into the dense muscles at the top and between her shoulders. He’d deliberately filed his claws dull for massages after yesterday’s shower incident. By the time he’d made his way down to the small of Raenne’s back and back up to her shoulders a few times, his wife’s purring had died down, enough so that he was sure she actually was half asleep. He leaned over and glanced at her eyes. Her second lid was half-shut, and her primary lids were mostly closed. He smiled. Time to wake her back up.
He grabbed the bottle of lube and slid back a bit, until his pelvis was over her thighs. His cock was already beginning to slide out of his sheath, and he pushed the skin back a bit so his member could fully expand. He popped the top of the bottle open and squeezed a teaspoon or so out onto his palm. Then he closed the lid and set it down as he reached down and pumped his shaft a few times, spreading lube across every inch of his length. By the time he was done, pre was beading on the tip of his dick. He wiped his hand on his thigh so as not to ruin the coverlet, then leaned forward, resting his hands to either side of his wife’s chest.
He slid the tip of his penis between the deliciously perky globes of her perfect ass, and gently pressed forward, right under her tail. The pointed tip of his dick effortlessly slid into her tail hole, and he looked down at her eyes. Every time, it was like magic, her eyes would pop open and her pupils would contract perfectly in tandem with her anus around the tip of his dick. He waited a few moments as she began to relax again, then pushed forward, sliding another four inches slowly into her ass.
He paused, relishing the tight warmth of her ass. After ten years with Raenne, he still wasn’t much of an ass man, but he could at least appreciate the pleasures of the dark side. If it pleased her, he would do it.
She moaned as he drew back, then gasped as he thrust forward, and started to rut her fast and hard like she liked it. Within moments, he felt like a machine, thrusting back and forth, driving more and more of his length into her rear end. Her pelvis bounced off the bed just as he started to pull back, then he would thrust back into her, pushing her back down.
Raenne’s tail began to thrash as he went to work on her behind, and he could see her claws come out as she gripped the covers. He hoped she wouldn’t shred it again... there were already too many places that she’d stitched it back together.
He pounded that beautiful ass of hers like a jackhammer, trying to go as fast as he could, and felt her begin to clench down around his length. That triggered one thing that he couldn’t control, and he felt his length stiffen even further if such a thing was possible. If he still had barbs, they’d have been scratching the hell out of her insides. Her face begin to draw up into a snarl, and he knew she was getting close. How she could possibly orgasm from anal sex, he had no idea, but she did.
And damn, did she ever. He felt her clench down around his length like a vice as she began twitching underneath him. That drew out his own response as he felt his balls began to draw up and his dick began to twitch. It felt like he was trying to ejaculate through a cock ring at first. Then as her orgasm came to an end, she relaxed and the remainder of his load began to leak out of his over-strained dick like a hose that had finally been un-crimped.
Raenne smiled to herself and began purring again as she felt his liquid warmth fill up her insides. It felt good to be a dirty girl sometimes. As he drew out, she felt rivulets of his semen run down the insides of her thighs and over her pussy. After that massage, she didn’t want to move. On the other hand, she also didn’t want his cum getting on the coverlet or drying in her fur. She sighed, and as she felt him crawl off the bed, she rolled over, clenching her ass a bit to keep his load from dripping all over the bed, and followed him into the shower.
Another ten minutes passed in relative silence with the exception of the sound of running water as they cleaned up, followed by the noise of the body-dryer. Eventually they both stepped out of the bathroom, still naked. Since Alex had gotten past that stage where she’d periodically show up with a plushy in hand, they’d both gone back to sleeping in the nude.
As Raenne reached down to toss back the covers, she caught sight of two brand-new rows of gashes in the expensive coverlet... right where her paws had been.
“Well, shit.”",
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