        Nikki was practically bouncing with excitement on the front porch of the Keating house. It was exactly one week since she and Samantha had started dating. Both her parents and the Keatings had taken the news with aplomb. Her mom and dad had been supportive, if a little condescending. She had seen the look her mom had given her dad. ‘It’s a phase; humor her,’ the look had said.
        Well, Samantha wasn’t a phase! Not for her anyway. Maybe Samantha was going through a phase. She was two years younger after all. But her new girlfriend was all Nikki had been able to think about all week. It had been easy to steal time together on the playground after school. But an hour each day was hardly enough for Nikki, and their class schedules didn’t allow them to see much of each other during school hours. Even though Nikki was ten and Samantha eight, they were only a grade apart. Nikki was half-tempted to tank her grades to get held back a year.
        The door opened and Mrs. Keating stood above her in the doorway. The lean, powerful tigress lifted a hand and waved at Nikki’s mother, who was waiting in the car. Her mom waved back, then drove off.
        Mrs. Keating looked down at her and crossed her arms. Nikki swallowed nervously, staring up at the woman. Behind her, she saw Samantha poke her head around the corner and the two shared a quick, excited wave. Mrs. Keating shifted her body, interposing herself between the two of them.
        “Alright, little bunny,” said Mrs. Keating slowly. “You have to follow the same rules as Jake when you’re in this house. No closed doors. No fooling around. Kissing and snuggling is allowed, but if I catch a whiff of funny business, you’re sleeping on the couch.”
        “If you’re lucky,” rumbled a second voice. Mr. Keating stepped in to view. Nikki swallowed again--positively gulped in fear. Mr. Keating seemed even bigger than the doorframe. He put his arm around his wife and the two giant tigers stared down at her.
        “Jake had to sleep on the lawn once, when he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself.”
        Mrs. Keating nodded at her husband’s assertion and Nikki didn’t doubt either of them.
        “Yes, ma’am. Sir.” Nikki said demurely, her ears drooping a little.
        “Rachel and Karen are off at sleepovers of their own, so you two will have the house to yourselves. I wouldn’t get used to it,” Mrs. Keating said as she stepped aside to let Nikki pass. “It’s usually a madhouse in here on weekends.”
        Samantha rushed forward when her mom stepped aside and Nikki crossed the threshold. Nikki yelped as the little tiger jumped into her arms. 
        “You passed the first test!” Samantha said excitedly. Nikki hugged her tightly, embarrassed at showing so much affection in front of her girlfriend’s hugely intimidating parents. In contrast, it seemed like Samantha was much more comfortable showing affection under her parents’ watchful eyes than anywhere else. She wondered if the brittle trepidation she felt being hugged in front of Mr. Keating was how Samantha felt when she hugged her anywhere else.
        Nikki blinked. “First?”
        Mr. Keating chuckled, but no one offered an explanation. Samantha’s hand slid down her arm and tangled fingers with hers.
        “Come on, I’ll show you my room!” she said excitedly, and tugged Nikki down the hall.
        “Keep that door open, little miss!” her parents shouted after her in unison.
        Samantha pulled her into her room. Nikki made a soft squeak as she stared around.
        “So much pink!” she said, and Samantha squeezed her hand and giggled. The room was spotless. The walls were all pink, with white molding at the floor and ceiling. The ceiling, unbelievably, was also pink! A four-poster bed took up most of the space, centered against the far wall, with sheer pink fabric draping the frame that reached nearly to the ceiling. A pink comforter beneath slightly-different-pink pillows were held within. The dresser and the frame of the mirror on top of it were, thankfully, white, but the pulls were all pink as well. And in the corner nearest the door, stuffed animals were collected into a pile that was taller than Nikki, and many of the animals were pink as well.
        Samantha pulled Nikki into the room and kicked the door so that it swung in and nudged the door jamb without actually closing.
        “So. . .this is what a princess’s room looks like. I’d always wondered! How come you don’t have mattresses stacked up to the ceiling on top of a single pea?”
        Samantha grinned at her. “Don’t be silly. That’s just how you test if someone is a princess or not.”
        “Oh, well, clearly no such test is needed for your majesty.”
        Samantha laughed and pushed her shoulder playfully. “Hey! Save the ‘your majesties’ for Nini.”
        Nikki giggled and peered at the door. Her eyes and ears couldn’t detect anything past it, so she took Samantha’s hands in her own and pulled her in for a tight hug, less reserved than the one she’d given under the Keatings’ scrutiny. Samantha sighed and Nikki shivered when she felt the tigress’s hands trail up her back, squeezing tightly in reply.
        “I missed you!” Nikki said.
        “I missed you, too! I can’t believe our sleepover is finally here!”
        “What should we do first?”
        “Pillow fort,” Samantha said decisively. “And you said you’d bring movies.”
        “Not just movies. Star Trek!” She pulled her iPod out of her bag triumphantly.
        “Uh, whatever you say. Just throw your bag anywhere and help me get pillows and stuff!”
        Nikki nodded and tossed her stuff by the foot of Samantha’s bed, tucking the iPod into her jeans pocket. 
        “Oh, Nikki?”
        “Huh?” she asked, turning around. Samantha grinned at her. She had her back to Nikki and was grinning over her shoulder. It took a second to register that the shy tigress had her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her own jeans. As Nikki turned, the girl pulled them down to flash her butt. Covering that cute little tush, or rather, not covering it at all, was the tiny, lacy pink thong Nikki had picked out for her on their trip to the mall.
        Nikki’s mouth fell open and she stared, but she only had the view for a second and a half before Samantha squeezed her rump back into the jeans, giggling like mad. She turned and walked up to Nikki, hugging her again. She tilted her muzzle up to her girlfriend’s ear.
        “There. I told you I’d show you tonight and I did!”
        “Aw, that’s not fair! I wanna see more!” Nikki whispered eagerly, barely audible.
        Samantha blushed bright red, smiling at her, but shook her head. Nikki knew better than to press the issue. Instead, she placed her hand on the small of Samantha’s back and leaned in. Their lips met for a slow, sweet kiss that made Nikki’s body feel like it was on fire. She felt Samantha’s hand grip her shoulder, fingers pressing into her flesh, and had a thrill as she realized she was arousing her. Samantha was very reserved when it came to her body, sex, and affection, and turning her on even just a little excited Nikki incredibly.
        The kiss ended too soon for her. She could’ve kissed Samantha the entire night and been happy. As it was, the tigress leaned in and pecked her again, her cheeks flush.
        “Rachel and Karen’s room is across the hall. Raid it for pillows and Rachel’s comforter and meet me in the living room!”


***

        By the time the two girls were done, the living room was completely unrecognizable. Samantha stood back and stared, proud of their construction. Nikki was incredibly inventive when it came to pillow fort construction. She’d made forts from these same pillows at least a dozen times and never gotten half as high. The main area of the fort was a little nest lined with stuffed animals and Rachel’s comforter, facing the television. But from there, there was a ‘second level’ founded on the cushion-less couch, and even a third level above that that Nikki swore would hold the weight of at least one of them.
        The bunny had raided her stuffed animal pile for more than just company. Stuffed bear and horse butts protruded from their fort everywhere there was a crack, making the interior much darker and, Nikki claimed, the whole thing much sturdier.
        “Gosh, Nikki. You’re a pro.”
        “Is it good? I’ve never made a pillow fort before.”
        “What?! It’s twice as high as my best one ever!”
        “Yeah, but that’s just height. I was just thinking that if we tried for length we could probably get a tunnel all the way back to your bedroom.”
        Samantha shook her head and waved her arms. “Nonono, I love it how it is!”
        Nikki almost seemed to pout a bit but shrugged, grinning. “You should take a picture of it!”
        Samantha had her phone out before Nikki finished her sentence. Nikki stood next to the construction for her to take a pic. Samantha grinned. “Now make a cheesy smile and I’ll take one of you to put in my phone!”
        Nikki pursed her lips in thought and then smiled as big as she could, holding up double ‘peace’ signs next to her face. When Samantha lifted her phone to snap the picture, the bunny twirled around and Samantha blushed as her phone captured the bun’s wiggling buns on her screen. Nikki bounced next to her to peer over her shoulder.
        “Hee! Perfect timing!” She reached under Samantha’s arm to tap ‘Save’ on the screen before she could delete it. Samantha rolled her eyes. “Now every time you call, I’m just gonna see your wigglin’ butt!”
        Nikki grinned even bigger. “Mission accomplished! C’mon!” Samantha meeped softly as the bunny nudged her toward the fort. She got down on all fours to crawl through the little opening, fully expecting a comment on her backside as she did. But Nikki refrained and instead softly tugged her foot once they were both in.
        “Check this out!” Nikki whispered. She reached up by the small fort entry and tugged on the ear of a bunny that was wedged in there. The stuffed bunny fell free and a rolled up blanket came loose with it, rolling down over the fort entrance and shutting out all light but the glow of the television.
        “Wow!” Samantha squeaked. “How did you do that?”
        Nikki’s eyes lit up. “Oh! I just used the bunny to--...”
        Samantha giggled and held up her hand. “Sorry I asked. Can it stay a mystery?”
        Nikki bit her lip and nodded, giggling softly. The two crawled through the narrow tunnel into the ‘cave’ that had built around the TV. They both burrowed into the blankets headfirst and emerged facing the TV, which had Nikki’s iPod dangling from an HDMI cord.  Nikki grinned at her.
        “Ready?”
        Samantha sighed. She was still a little apprehensive about letting Nikki choose the night’s entertainment. Samantha had kinda hoped for a My Little Pony marathon, or maybe the Little Mermaid. But Nikki seemed so eager to introduce her to her sci-fi favorites that she couldn’t say no. And besides, in return, she’d been given control of entertainment for their next sleepover at Nikki’s house, which she was already plotting for. She nodded and Nikki practically bounced as she hit play.

***

        Nikki couldn’t be happier. So far, they had watched almost four hours of Star Trek. Samantha had made comments about the acting and special effects right from the start and teased her with comments about her taste in television.
        But during “Charlie X” Nikki had watched her gasp and her eyes grow wider and wider as Charlie’s actions grew more outrageous and petulant. Nikki had never thought of Star Trek as scary, but Samantha had squeaked softly when Charlie confronted Rand and made her ‘go away.’ The tigress had been pressed tightly against her body ever since, and even now she squeaked in dismay as a second Captain Kirk materialized at the beginning of “The Enemy Within.”
        Nikki’s body was aflame with desire. An hour ago, Mrs. Keating had announced that she and Mr. Keating were headed to bed. Samantha hadn’t seemed to notice the thumping or the occasional, barely audible roar, but they made Nikki’s mind dance, her imagination filling in the blanks. She wasn’t fond of boys or the idea of straight sex herself, but visualizing Mr. and Mrs. Keating was arousing regardless. She wondered if Mr. Keating was as big as his body size suggested. Mrs. Keating seemed little next to him. She was no bigger than Jane. Nikki’s mind clearly visualized Mrs. Keating’s ass stretched even wider than the way Jane’s had been when she’d had Nikki use that big strap-on.
        Nikki rubbed her thighs together, realizing with a start how wet she was. Then, with another start, she realized that the episode had been paused. Samantha was looking at her. Nikki blushed bright red and glanced away.
        “Sorry. I, uh... got distracted.”
        Samantha was blushing too, her body pulled slightly away from Nikki’s now. To Nikki, the inch-wide gap between their bodies felt like a chasm.
        “Distracted?” Samantha asked, her voice trembling a little. “I’d call grabbing my butt and panting a little more than distracted.”
        Nikki yelped softly as she realized her hand was on Samantha’s tush. She pulled it away as if she had touched a hot griddle and pulled her hands into her chest, turning away. She’d lost control of herself. She was starting to realize how it must be for Karen, those days when she’d find her, grab her wrist and drag her off to someplace they could have a few minutes of privacy. And now she’d crossed a line Samantha wasn’t ready to cross, and ruined everything.
        “S-sorry,” she repeated lamely toward the pillow-fort wall. 
        To her surprise, she felt Samantha’s body sidle up against her back, spooning her. She shivered out a sigh at the contact, letting herself be held. Samantha nuzzled her cheek and slipped her arms around her midsection. They’d never been so close before.
        “It’s okay,” Samantha whispered, though there was uncertainty in her voice. “You’re my girlfriend. You get to touch my butt sometimes, right? If we’re alone. . .”
        Samantha’s hand lifted and Nikki tensed a little with surprise. The hand moved down Nikki’s side, its motions nervous and tentative. She could hear Samantha inhale slowly and feel her body tense, as if she were daring herself. And then, gently, the hand came to rest on Nikki’s backside. The bunny chrred softly, her tail fluttering excitedly above the hand.
        “Does. . .does Jane help you, when you’re like this? Or Karen?”
        Nikki shook her head. “I’ve never, um, never been as bad off as Karen before. Never been like this. And with her it’s not really give and take. Just a lot of give.”
        Nikki rolled over in the blankets to face her tigress girlfriend. They wrapped their arms around each other, holding each other close in the glow of the television. The whole house was utterly still. Though it had lasted over half an hour, the thumping of Mr. and Mrs. Keating’s bed had finished even before Nikki had started daydreaming. It felt like the glow of light from the television was the whole word, and they were the only two in it. Samantha’s hand hesitated, then determinedly moved back down to Nikki’s rump.
        “What about Jane?” Samantha asked. The twinge of jealousy in her voice made Nikki feel warm.
        “Jane’s just my babysitter now,” Nikki said sincerely. “When she came over last week, I told her we had to stop. She was pretty disappointed, cuz we hadn’t seen each other since before the holidays. I think she invited Kailee over after I went to bed.”
        Samantha blushed the way Nikki loved to see her blush, so dark that her cheeks matched her eyes.
        “You told her to stop. . .for me?”
        Nikki smiled timidly, nodding. “What kinda girlfriend would I be if I fooled around with someone on the side?”
        Samantha blushed darker, breaking eye contact to shyly look away. “Karen does. With Jane, and with you, and. . .and even with Rachel sometimes.”
        Nikki’s ears perked at that little tidbit of information.  She felt her cheeks growing hot, her mind picturing that scenario of its own free will. She reined herself in this time, though. With her favorite little tigress an inch from her nose, it was easier to focus. 
        “It’s a little different,” she said, eventually remembering the thread of the conversation. “For one, Karen’s not interested in girls. Not the way she likes boys. She says that makes it different, though I don’t really know why. But bunnies like me have a season. Over half the year, I’m always a little, um, a little. . .”
        “Horny?” Samantha suggested, then squeaked softly and blushed after saying it.
        Nikki giggled softly and nodded. “Yeah. I’m always a little horny during my whole season. ‘Ready to go’ is how Jane puts it. Karen goes through a heat. Twice a month, she tells me, for a day or so. So instead of being a little horny for seven months, she’s super horny three or four days a month.”
        Samantha made a soft ‘oh’ sound and nodded thoughtfully. 
        “So. . .you’re in season now?”
        Nikki blushed, and nodded. She gasped a little when she felt Samantha’s hand squeeze her backside a little tighter. Her tail fluttered.
        “My first one,” she said softly. “It started last August, a week weeks before I met Jane, and Mom says it’ll probably go till February.”
        “And you haven’t gotten off since we started dating?”
        Nikki giggled softly. “Well, I’ve been jilling off constantly thinking of you.” She grinned at how that confession made Samantha blush and felt the tigress wiggle a little. “But I haven’t let anyone else do it. It’s been a month, not a week, cuz Jane was away for Christmas.”
        Samantha nodded, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. Nikki snuggled in close with her. Even though Samantha had a nice grip on her rump, she kept her own hands in safer places. She still felt bad for crossing the line, for groping Samantha against her will, even if the tigress said she didn’t mind. She hadn’t meant to do it, hadn’t even been aware of it, but the guilt still chewed at her a little. So she was content with stroking the tigress’s back and tried not to be too eager about pushing her butt into Samantha’s tentative hand.
        Samantha surprised her again by leaning forward and kissing her. Nikki inhaled a sharp breath through her nose and closed her eyes. Samantha’s hand tightened on her backside, and she couldn’t restrain an eager little push into those gripping fingers. Nikki wrapped her arms around the girl, their chests pressed together, and Nikki could even feel the softly stiff poke of her girlfriend’s nipples into her chest through their shirts. The collection of sensations made her head swim with arousal, but she kept her body tightly in control, though she trembled in Samantha’s arms.
        When the kiss ended, they were both panting softly and Samantha had a nervous smile on her lips. She ducked her head down, nestling it underneath Nikki’s chin, her muzzle nuzzling Nikki’s collarbone.
        “I. . .I wanna do the things for you that Jane did,” Samantha said softly as Nikki held her tight. “I just don’t think I’m ready.”
        Nikki kissed the top of Samantha’s head and gave her a squeeze. “I know. I knew when you asked me to be your girlfriend. I don’t mind goin’ slow, I just wanna be with you!”
        Samantha looked up at her and Nikki was a little surprised at how serious the girl was. “I know you really think you don’t mind, but I think your body minds and you don’t know it. Last August was when you set that fire.”
        Nikki rolled her eyes. “I did NOT ‘set’ anything on fire! It caught on fire!”
        Samantha looked at her sternly and Nikki made a soft squeak, cowed by the look. She was surprised at the steel the little girl could put in her eyes, her stern look almost as effective as her mother’s. 
        Last August, Nikki had been going nuts. Her body was driving her to distraction, and she had known nothing about arousal or, more importantly, how to deal with it. She’d always been energetic and bouncy, but then she had turned hypersensitive and distracted, too. She’d started building things to keep herself focused on something other than how much she could feel everything. Then one day, in her dad’s shed, the corner of the workbench had prodded her right where she hadn’t known she wanted to be prodded. No one but her knew the exact story of how jilling herself off on that corner had knocked the battery over and caused a short. Everyone just said she was ‘wild’ and accused her of starting fires.
        She didn’t regret the loss of her dad’s shed. She considered it his own fault, for not warning her about her season. Her ears drooped a little more as she met Samantha’s stern gaze again.
        “Okay, so the timing might not be a coincidence,” she admitted.
        Samantha nodded and her look softened. Her blush returned and her fingers tightened a little on Nikki’s rump, making the bunny gasp a little.
        “Would it help if. . .if you diddled yourself with me here?”
        Nikki’s body shivered at the thought, and she had to be careful as she slowly nodded yes. Her body was arguing that she ought to jump the girl, and was filling the head with images of potential scenarios, rather vividly imagining lowering her crotch to Samantha’s surprised, open muzzle. She took a deep, shuddery breath and squeezed her girlfriend a little closer.
        “I dunno,” she said teasingly. “I usually have something to get off to. A sexy movie or something.”
        She only said it to tease her. In honesty, her body was desperate for her to masturbate, and if the conversation had been about anything else, she would’ve excused herself ages ago to do so urgently in the bathroom.
        But rather than taking it as a playful tease, Samantha looked thoughtful. Nikki’s body shivered with curious anticipation when the girl grinned at her, kissed her chin, and said, “I’ll be right back. You can, um. . .you should get naked while I’m gone, but stay under the blanket in case mom comes out.”
        Nikki had an excellent view of Samantha’s jean-clad bottom as she crawled on all fours out of the fort. Nikki licked her lips, nervous, but only hesitated a moment. She pulled off her shirt, then wiggled out of her jeans and panties at the same time. She blushed. They were both a mess, sticky and warm with her arousal. She’d never been so worked up that she’d soaked through her pants before, but even with the only light being the glow from Captain Kirk’s paused face, she could see the dark stain originating from her crotch. Embarrassed, she folded the two moist pieces of clothing in her shirt and tucked them into a corner of the pillow fort. 
        She slipped under the blanket, letting her fingers brush over her nipples softly. She was completely naked, covered by only a quilt, in the middle of someone’s living room. She fully expected Mr. Keating to storm into the room, tear the roof off their fort, and throw her out to sleep on the back lawn at any second. She held her breath, as if being perfectly still in the center of the fort could save her from notice if such a thing should happen.
        Her ears swiveled nervously toward the hall, but it was only the soft pad of Samantha’s light feet as she snuck back into the living room. When she crawled back into the pillow fort, Nikki saw that she had changed into a long t-shirt. It was designed to be a pajama shirt, long enough to hang down nearly to Samantha’s knees, but it was baggy even for that purpose, leading Nikki to guess it was probably Karen’s. Samantha handed a similar one to Nikki.
        “Your plan is pajamas?” she asked, slipping a hand out to take the shirt while keeping the blanket up tight around her chin, feeling even more embarrassed. She typically slept in the nude, and pajamas had not even remotely occurred to her when packing for the sleepover.
        Samantha rolled her eyes and giggled softly. She crawled over Nikki on all fours, hovering above her, then leaned down to kiss Nikki’s lips. Nikki had never felt so nude in her entire life, despite being covered by the blanket. Her body arched against her will, though not far enough to close the gap between her and Samantha. She returned the kiss sweetly. Their shared kisses were still strictly closed-lip affairs, though to her, they felt more erotic than several tongue-kisses she’d encountered while. . .experimenting. Samantha reached down, cupping her head as they kissed. Nikki’s body trembled. 
        Nikki closed her eyes to sigh as the kiss ended, then yelped with surprise. As she pulled away, Samantha had gently bitten her lip. Nikki felt herself blushing as her eyes fluttered open and she stared, startled and aroused. Her little tigress only grinned.
        “Part of my plan. It wouldn’t be comfortable to sleep in our day clothes, and I’d rather not wake up to my dad finding you naked in our living room.” Samantha moved off of her, sitting nearby. “But. . .that’s only the second half of my plan.”
        Nikki propped up on one elbow, turning toward her girlfriend, her ears raised and curious. “What’s the first part?” she asked in an excited whisper.
        Samantha grinned at her and shook her head a little. “Can you sit up while you, um, diddle? I,” Samantha blushed bright red, then whispered, “I wanna be able to see.”
        Nikki blushed just as darkly at the whispered admission. She sat up, letting the sheet fall away from her body. She scooted back in the fort so that she was sitting opposite of Samantha, her back in the corner formed by the Keating’s entertainment center and a wall made of couch cushions. She kept her legs squeezed tightly together, but saw Samantha’s eyes trail over her body, staring at her nipples and then down her lanky, awkward legs. Her gaze was as tactile as a touch, and Nikki shivered wherever those eyes lay.
        Samantha smiled. Nikki could see her breath was a little shallow. She was aroused, too. Nikki felt a little thrill at that. Samantha hadn’t hit her first heat yet, but being with Nikki like this was already stirring the girl’s nethers. Nikki could only imagine what things would be like when that time finally came. She imagined Samantha as a wild, lustful beast like Karen turned into sometimes, and her whole body shivered.
        Neither one of them moved for a while, simply sitting there staring at one another, panting softly. Nikki moved first. Biting her lower lip, she spread her legs for Samantha’s eyes, shivering when she felt the eyes drawn to her crotch. Her lips were swollen with arousal yet still swollen and puffy with youth. The fur of her mons and around her labia was short as her pubic ruff had not yet started to grow in, so the flesh of her girlhood shone pink. And she was a mess. Her lips were smeared with arousal, glistening wetly, and moisture was visible in a little rivulet from her lips down between the cheeks of her rump. Her wetness matted the fur of her inner thighs.
        Samantha made a soft squeak and stared at her. Her gaze excited Nikki even more and she scooted her hips forward so that her pink tailhole was visible in the dim, electronic glow. Samantha’s eyes flickered up, meeting hers. Nikki’s face was flush and she was panting, desperate and lustful. Samantha grinned at her.
        The tigress got on all fours again and turned around. She lay her shoulders on her pillow so that her butt lifted up a little higher, and when she did so the shirt draped over it shifted, then slid down her body, revealing Samantha’s backside in the pink lacy thong Nikki had picked out for her the week before. Nikki stared. The little thing covered almost nothing, only having enough fabric to cup Samantha’s young slit. Even then, the fabric there was lacy and see-through. Her young lips were clearly visible, and the tight ring of her tailhole was only minisculely hidden by the string of the thong. Nikki moaned quietly at the sight.
        Samantha craned her head to look at Nikki over her shoulder. Nikki could see her red blush. Samantha was never crude, let alone lewd. And yet, excitement sparkled in the girl’s eyes, and love, too. Nikki felt warm all over.
        “Does. . .does this help?”
        “Help? I could practically cum from looking,” Nikki blurted out, then blushed. Even with her ass up and on display, Samantha could make Nikki feel embarrassed from talking obscenely.
        “Let me see, then,” Samantha whispered quickly. Nikki couldn’t believe the level of excitement and anticipation in the girl’s voice. It fueled her own arousal.
        She didn’t wait to be asked twice. She stared at Samantha’s crotch as she leaned back to brace against the entertainment center. One hand slid down, a pair of fingers pressing down just above the hood of her clit so that the little button popped out from the hood, glistening pink. She lifted her other hand to her chest, brushing her open palm over one nipple and then the other, unable to quiet the moan that escaped her. 
        She caught one nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed on it hard, her mind briefly replaying the moment when Jane had done the same for her that first time, so many months ago. Her back arched, pleasure blossoming from the squeezed nip, suffusing her body with warmth. She curled her finger under her exposed little clitty and started rubbing, whimpering at the immediate, intense pleasure. Between helping Karen and her own constant need for satisfaction, she’d become something of an expert on quick ways to get off in the last half-year. Her finger circled her exposed clit, making her whole body tremble. Poking out from its hood, her clitoris was ultrasensitive, almost painful to touch, but it was the easiest way for her to orgasm. She dipped her finger down, wetting her fingertips in her slick cunny, then drew them back up again, rubbing at the delicate little nub of flesh intensely as she squeezed down harder on her nipple, nearly to the point of pain.
        Her orgasm hit immediately, driving the breath from her body. Mouth hanging open, she arched her hips upward as she came, fingers still working frantically in circles around her little nubbin. She clenched her eyes shut, the image of Samantha’s lace-clad crotch still clear in her mind’s eye, and leaned her head back. She heard Samantha’s gasp as Nikki squirted. The release was intense, her whole body shaking as pleasure rippled through her again and again. She blushed even as she climaxed, suddenly realizing she must be making a mess. She could feel her pussy clench down like a vice as hot liquid arched out of her. 
        She opened her eyes when her muscles relaxed enough and saw Samantha staring, trembling with excitement. The tigress’s backside, calves and thighs glistened in places where Nikki’s girlcum had spattered in her fur. Nikki’s body arched at the sight. Her eyes met Samantha’s and they stared at each other as Nikki came again, less wet this time, but perhaps even more intense, her body shuddering powerfully, hips bucking at the air.
        A second later, her body felt heavy and her lungs could fill with the cool air again. Her butt landed on the carpet with a thump and she actually fell over onto her side, her thighs squeezing her hand against her still slightly twitching cunny. Wetness leaked out around her fingers and she cooed vacantly, curling her fingers against her lips and making herself shiver.
        Samantha tugged her shirt back into place and Nikki made a cute pout, though she was still to breathless to say anything. The tigress herded Nikki’s limp body back to the middle of the fort where they cuddled together. Nikki couldn’t believe how hot Samantha’s body felt next to hers.
        “Feel any better?” Samantha cooed in her ear.
        “Unhh,” Nikki said.
        Samantha giggled and wrapped her arms around her, being the big spoon again despite being slightly smaller between the two of them. Samantha’s hand slid back down to her rump, the touch seemingly electric against her bare fur. Nikki’s cunny squeezed briefly under her own fingertips in response to the touch and Nikki mewled happily, wiggling her butt back into her girlfriend’s hand. They lay like that for several minutes as Nikki recovered.
        “We should probably shower,” Nikki said, reluctantly. Taking a shower together would be too risky, and she hated to shower alone. “S-sorry I squirted on you.”
        Samantha giggled in her ear softly. “Don’t be sorry. And don’t shower. I mean, you can shower in the morning. This room smells like Karen every weekend. Like Karen’s sex. I want it to smell like you tomorrow. And I’m gonna keep your scent in my fur, too, cuz I wanna smell like you too.”
        Nikki blushed at that. She wanted to argue. She didn’t want to have to face Mr. and Mrs. Keating in the morning with the scent of her sex in the air. But Samantha had that tone in her voice. It wasn’t steely or aggressive, but it was singularly unyielding. She had only used it once or twice, and Nikki had never heard her use it on anyone but her. The sound meant that Samantha had decided, and NIkki was expected to agree. It made Nikki shiver. She loved it.
        “You’re gonna get me in so much trouble,” Nikki said, giggling softly. She turned her head and Samantha turned hers to meet it. They kissed. Nikki’s lips parted, and Samantha’s rough tongue slid inside her mouth. They fell asleep moments later, still in the glow of Captain Kirk’s approving smile, with Nikki still nude.
