        Nikki squeezed Samantha’s hand as the two of them walked down the street away from the Keatings’ house. She inhaled the cool air deeply. It was finally spring. Not the dreary, muddy half-spring of March, but the full, fresh spring of April. The grass was wet but the soil wasn’t sodden. The air still smelled of cherry blossoms and hadn’t yet progressed on to the musty smell of blooming dogwoods. 
        Her season had faded away last month. She’d almost forgotten what it was like to go around without the constant distraction of potential arousal hiding in every casual touch or even the movement of her clothes. She had aced all her tests in the last two weeks, and was looking forward to improving her final grades dramatically by the end of the semester.
        Plus, she was deeply relieved to discover that her affection for Samantha hadn’t waned at all. She had been worried that their relationship, particularly for her part, had been driven by her season. But their clandestine meetings in the school jungle gym after class each day had lost none of their thrill, and Samantha had been filling her thoughts more, not less. She’d discovered it was a lot easier to daydream about her girlfriend when the merest inkling of a thought in her direction didn’t spark an insistent fire in her loins.
        Samantha turned as Nikki mused, crossing between the unfenced yards of two houses. Nikki missed the turn and Samantha reached out, catching her collar with an imperious tug. Nikki gasped as she was pulled by her neck back into line as Samantha lead her between the two houses. Even without her season, Samantha’s casual, commanding attitude made her feel warm between her thighs. She wouldn’t have thought it possible for cute, sweet Sammy to get sexier, but seeing her blossom into an alpha--and being her sub--never failed to turn Nikki on.
        Samantha pulled a little harder on the D-ring, making Nikki moan slightly, until they were side by side again. 
        “Sorry about killing you,” Samantha said sweetly, sounding sincerely contrite. 
        “It’s okay. Is someone in the party always evil like that?”
        Samantha shook her head. “No, not usually, but I’ve been wanting to try it. It was really fun, tricking you all like that,” she admitted, grinning shyly.
        Nikki giggled. “Devious wench,” she accused.
        “Devious lich, to you!”
        They both laughed and Samantha tugged on her hand, pulling her close for a quick kiss.
        “So, are we really headed to the park?” Nikki asked, licking her lips to lap up the lingering taste of the kiss.
        Samantha grinned a sly little grin that Nikki was learning usually meant trouble. “That’s the plan.”
        “To read?” she asked skeptically.
        Samantha shrugged. “I brought our books.”
        Samantha had, in fact, remembered to grab her backpack as she’d tugged Nikki by the collar out of the house. After their Dungeons & Dragons session had ended early, she’d told Jake, Karen, Nini, and Alex that they were going to the park ‘to read.’ The other two couples had cobbled together equally flimsy cover stories for some unchaperoned alone time. No one was expected home for several hours yet. Along with dice and character sheets, Samantha’s backpack held a copy of the 4th Edition Players’ Handbook for Nikki to familiarize herself with, as well as two paperback copies of The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, which they were reading together. 
        “What else would two young, innocent friends do together in the park on a sunny day?” Samantha asked, her tone syrupy sweet. Her hand, meanwhile, slid down Nikki’s back and tickled under the tuft of her tail. Blushing, Nikki yelped, her tail fluttering from side to side excitedly.
        “Samantha!” she hissed, giggling.
        Samantha giggled too and just grinned. She moved her hand up slightly, resting it innocently on Nikki’s hip. They crossed the street to where a cobblestone path led between the two stands of trees that separated the park’s entrance from the suburban, brick homes on either side. 
        Part of the Roosevelt City’s Greenspace Initiative, O’Shannon Greenway was a huge swath of carefully manicured land near what been Riverview’s town limits when Nikki was born. Now the park had been swallowed by suburban homes on either side, with the Tana home a few blocks away on one side, and the Keating home a few blocks away on the other. It made for a pleasant, if long, walk between the two girlfriends’ houses, as well as a convenient, safe place for them to meet for time alone.
        Samantha turned without hesitation down one of the park’s longer walking trails, a heavily wooded one that twisted back on itself a few times, providing several miles of jogging in a relatively small wooded area. Ordinarily, they picked the trail that meandered past the pond, which was a nice compromise between the least and most direct routes between their houses.
        “What’re you planning?” Nikki asked suspiciously, bumping her hip against Samantha’s.
        “Me?” the tigress asked innocently. “Reading! I told you!”
        “Uh huh. That’s why we’re going down the path with the least sunlight?”
        “Albino,” Samantha said, sticking her tongue out. “I have sensitive eyes!”
        Nikki snorted and they both laughed together, but Samantha refused to budge on revealing her plans. The tigress squeezed Nikki’s hip and she sighed, leaning her head on Samantha’s shoulder as they entered the wooded area of the park.
        They instinctively crossed over to the ‘slow’ side of the walking trail as they heard brisk steps behind them, making room for the approaching runner. 
        “Get a room, queers!” came a derisive voice just as the footsteps approached. Nikki cried out in alarm as something hit her back sharply. Pain blossomed across her back as she heard something rattle to the pavement. She fell to one knee, holding her back, trying to catch her breath as tears brimmed in her eyes..
        Jimmy Fuller laughed, still jogging as he passed them. Samantha snarled. Nikki snapped her head up at the sound, something deep and feral and unlike anything she’d ever heard from the young tigress before. Just as Jimmy passed, Samantha’s hand flashed out. Jimmy stumbled and cried out, pulling his leg up to his hands as he lost his balance, stumbling to the ground on his knees. Four bright red lines appeared on his thigh. Nikki stared, realizing Samantha had scored him with her claws, tearing easily through the neoprene shorts he was wearing. Blood began to trickle.
        “What the FUCK!” Jimmy cried out, holding his leg, blood seeping between his fingers.
        “Grow the fuck up, Jimmy,” Samantha snarled, leaning down to put Nikki’s arm over her shoulder. “Your mom’s tongue has been in half the cunts on the PTA. And I bet you wouldn’t be so tense if you finally let Tim McManus bury his cock in your ass. Get out of here or I’ll tell my sister what just happened. Unless you’d rather talk to my dad.”
        Nikki lifted herself up, still holding her sore back. She could feel the welt growing quickly under her fingers. Glancing down, she saw the rock that Jimmy had thrown. Were all high schoolers so uptight and childish? She looked up and stared at Jimmy as he stood. A junior, the ‘roo was a second-string midfielder on the varsity lacrosse team. Nikki knew he’d been tackled by Karen a few times during JV scrimmages, and his fear of the Keatings’ was pretty apparent on his face.
        Samantha, half his age and half his size, snarled again and stepped forward threateningly. Some of Jimmy’s fur was still stuck in the claws of her right hand. The sixteen year old ‘roo yelped, turned, and ran back toward the park’s entrance without a word, a thin line of blood trickling down his leg.
        “Are you okay, Nikki?” Samantha asked, turning from predator to worried girlfriend in the span of a breath. She slipped away from Nikki’s side and knelt behind her, lifting up her shirt. “Wow. That’s gonna bruise bad. What a dick.”
        “It really hurt,” Nikki sniffed, trying to sound like it wasn’t a big deal. “Samantha, I’ve. . .I’ve never seen you talk or act that way before.”
        Samantha leaned in, nuzzling the base of Nikki’s spine before giving her an affectionate kiss near the welt. She stood up, slipping her arms around Nikki’s waist. Her face hardened uncharacteristically.
        “No one’s ever attacked my girlfriend before.”
        “But you’ve been attacked before. Or at least had stupid comments like Jimmy’s thrown at you.”
        She shrugged. “That’s. . .different. I have Karen if things get bad at school. I know Karen’s stood up for you, too, but well. . .that’s my job, now, right?”
        Nikki smiled, pressing forward into Samantha’s arms and discretely wiping her tears away as the tigress embraced her tightly. Then they both turned, hand in hand, and continued deeper into the forested area. 
        “So where’d you learn to talk like that, huh?”
        Samantha blushed, which made Nikki grin. “Dad,” the tigress said with a shy shrug. “And mom. And Karen. . .” They both laughed. “Come on,” she said softly, tugging on Nikki’s hand. “Let’s not let him ruin our afternoon.”
        Nikki was happy to be led along, her curiosity about their destination growing. She winced a little as she walked. The welt on her back throbbed painfully. She was no stranger to being bullied. Once rumors about her had started at school last year, she’d gotten accustomed to having insults thrown at her, being pushed around in the hall, and worse. Only a few of those had gotten very physical though, and her smart mouth usually played an equal part in it. She’d never had someone hurt her so badly simply on a whim. 
        She must’ve whimpered softly because Samantha pulled her closer, slipping her arm around her waist, fingers splayed across her far hip. 
        “Please don’t let Jimmy bother you,” Samantha said softly into her ear. She nuzzled softly, which made Nikki shiver. Her ears were quite sensitive. “People have been starting rumors about him and he’s overcompensating. I really meant what I said about Tim.”
        Nikki rested her head on Samantha’s shoulder as they walked, following the winding path through the controlled wilderness of the park. Samantha squeezed her hip more firmly and Nikki gasped when the tigress’s rough tongue trailed along the outside edge of her ear. A moan bubbled out of her and she blushed at her extreme reaction. Samantha purred, grinning with self-satisfaction.
        “Tim’s gay?” Nikki asked, surprised. The doberman senior was the lacrosse team’s star forward. Nikki had thought Samantha had picked his name simply due to rumors regarding the size of his cock.
        “Tim’s queerer than the two of us put together,” Samantha said with a giggle. Her tongue threaded through the gold and amethyst loop that pierced Nikki’s ear, tugging it playfully until Nikki moaned again.
        “Damn,” Nikki said, giggling softly. “That’s pretty queer.”
        Both girls laughed at that and Samantha squeezed her more tightly. 
        “Here,” Samantha said suddenly, pointing. The trail looped off of itself, one short section twisting out toward the center of the park into a less dense stand of trees, while the main trail continued deeper. This trail looped over itself several times like this, squeezing more trail into a small area of land, but this particular loop was shorter than most, forming a tight circle around a dense group of trees in its center. As such, most people simply passed it completely, jogging or walking directly past onto the main section.
        Samantha reached up, giving Nikki’s collar a sharp tug to guide her down the tight loop, making the bunny gasp softly. On the far side of the loop, the trees were much less dense, and a pair of benches straddled the trail, situated to take advantage of the better sunlight. It was a perfect spot for reading during the day, and it felt pleasantly secluded from the main trail, which could be fairly busy on weekends.
        “A couple months ago, you showed me your favorite spot,” Samantha said softly, dropping comfortably onto the bench that had its back to the main trail. “This is mine.” She patted the bench invitingly, slinging her backpack off her shoulder onto the other side of her. Nikki bounced over to join her, but as she moved to plant her butt in the indicated spot, Samantha’s quick hands darted out and grabbed her, one by the waist and one by the collar. She yelped softly as the tigress grinned and pulled her, Nikki falling directly into her lap. 
        Samantha’s muzzle was on hers in moments, tongue forcing its way into Nikki’s muzzle. She moaned around the warm, sandpapery flesh and draped her arms around her girlfriend’s neck. Samantha’s hands imperiously arranged her in her lap, not satisfied until Nikki was neatly straddling her alpha’s belly, skirt hiked up slightly along her spread thighs.
        Samantha kept one hand on Nikki’s collar, pulling slightly on the chrome ring in the back so that there was constant pressure on Nikki’s throat, constricting her breathing just a little. Nikki whimpered softly the way she knew would turn Samantha on, and heard the tigress growl playfully in response. She grew lightheaded quickly, both from arousal and her restricted breath. Her body wasn’t as quick to enflame as it had been a few months earlier, but since then, Samantha had learned exactly how to get what she wanted out of Nikki’s body, and within a few moments, she could feel the eager heat growing in the crotch of her panties. 
        Samantha reached down with her free hand, gripping Nikki’s backside possessively though the swishy black skirt Samantha had bought her. Nikki yelped softly around Samantha’s tongue as she felt the five slight pricks of Samantha’s claws pressing against the soft flesh of her ass cheek. The playful threat was made all more potent by the memory of the blood trickling down Jimmy’s thigh. The raw power and violence implied by those sharp points against her flesh made Nikki’s entire body shiver. She rolled her hips forward, pressing the snug cotton crotch of her panties against Samantha’s belly, her desire roaring to life rapidly now.
        Nikki stiffened as she heard the sounds of footsteps on the trail, moving instinctively to break the kiss, but Samantha only growled deeper, pulling on her collar to tighten it around her throat, not letting her pull away. Nikki whined softly as Samantha’s tongue pumped into her muzzle. Nikki couldn’t control herself. She found her body responding instinctively, grinding against Samantha’s belly in time to the short thrusts of the tongue into her mouth. Her long ears perked, turning toward the other person as the footsteps slowed directly behind her.
        Nikki’s eyes fluttered open with some effort as Samantha tongue-fucked her mouth shamelessly. Samantha had her eyes open as well. She was watching the other person. Nikki felt the fingers tighten on her butt and she yelped softly as the slight pressure of Samantha’s claws intensified. She felt the fabric of her skirt creep up as her girlfriend gripped tighter and knew the pantied curve of her butt must be visible now. She blushed dark red, panting through her nose, realizing the footsteps had stopped entirely.
        Samantha’s tongue slid out of Nikki’s suckling muzzle with a lewd, wet sound. Nikki lowered her head to rest it on Samantha’s shoulder, panting for breath as the tigress released her collar. Nikki discretely twisted her head to glance behind her, but whoever it was had seated themselves on the bench across the trail, just past where Nikki could see while still being discrete.
        Nikki moaned in surprise as Samantha’s sandpaper tongue slid inside her ear. Nikki gripped Samantha’s shoulders, unable to keep her hips from grinding forward lewdly into her girlfriend’s lap. Even though she didn’t get nearly as wet outside her season, she was still making quite a mess of her panties. Samantha’s tongue slid out again, tiny tongue barbs scraping the sensitive flesh inside Nikki’s ear, making her moan again. Nikki blushed furiously. She’d hoped Samantha would let her at least be discrete with someone else watching, but the moans she was deliberately drawing out of her could have been straight from a cheap porno. Samantha, clearly knowing exactly what she was doing, giggled into Nikki’s ear.
        “Naughty bunny,” Samantha chided her playfully. “Do you enjoy showing off?” As Nikki blushed darkly, she released her clawed grip on her backside, both hands sliding to her hips to gently pull Nikki out of her lap. Nikki tucked her lanky legs up onto the bench, quickly tugging her skirt down her thighs as she nestled into Samantha’s side. The tigress started digging into the backpack on her other side as Nikki got her first good look at the stranger on the other bench.
        The crimson fox with her feet pulled up on the bench, mimicking Nikki’s position, was dressed in a loose, calf-length skirt and shabby hoody, with a t-shirt underneath that proclaimed ‘YOU CAN’T TAKE THE SKY FROM ME.’ She was a little older than Nikki, with pretty blonde freckles that matched her mussed, short blonde hair. A pair of gold-framed glasses perched on her muzzle, making her ice-blue eyes seem larger than they were. Nikki stared, trying to place the girl, watching with a little grin as the older girl very pointedly did not look their way.
        Harper. Her mind finally dug the girl’s name from memory. A recent transfer student in 7th grade at GHA. Her muzzle was buried in a paperback copy of ‘Old Man’s War.’ Nikki wasn’t familiar with the book, but it was hard not to crush a little on a girl wearing that t-shirt. 
        Samantha handed Nikki her copy of the Heinlein novel they were both reading. Battered to the point of nearly falling apart, both Nikki’s and Samantha’s copies were handed down from their fathers, and Nikki’s copy had been her father’s father’s before that.
        “She’s cute,” Nikki cooed in the quietest tone she could manage, watching the vixen out of the corner of her eye.
        “Trying to make me jealous?” Samantha asked with a giggle. 
        Nikki shrugged, grinning. “Maybe,” she whispered, then yelped when Samantha punished her by giving her collar a sharp tug. They both giggled and Nikki blushed as she saw Harper’s eyes drawn back to them by the sound of her yelp.
        “She is cute,” Samantha agreed softly, thumbing through her book. She was nearly twice as far into the novel as Nikki was. “We’ve read together here before.”
        Nikki nodded thoughtfully. Harper glanced over again, meeting Nikki’s eyes. Blushing bright red, Nikki gave her a shy, friendly smile, and was rewarded by the sight of the girl’s already crimson-furred cheeks turning even darker as she smiled tentatively back. Then the vixen buried her muzzle deeper into her book. 
        Nikki and Samantha shifted on the bench, the tigress lifting her legs up the way both Nikki and Harper had. The girls leaned against one another, back-to-back. Nikki sighed happily, secretly relieved that Samantha had eventually ended their erotic play with Harper now watching. She adored playing with Samantha in the outdoors--it had been a staple of their relationship since the very beginning, and she was privately convinced that the jungle gym outside the elementary wing of Griffin Heights would smell like her sex until long after she’d graduated. But playing right in front of a perfect stranger was a different story entirely!
        However, she did have to admit that it was damn hard to focus on her book now. Her body was much slower to inflame now that she was off her season, but once she got riled up, her arousal seemed even more difficult to get over. Her loins felt hot under her skirt, which let in the occasional breeze of cool spring air.
        She tried to focus on her book. Mannie and Wyoh had just retreated to a hotel together. She was rather surprised at the level of erotic imagery Heinlein used when describing Wyoh. The prose painted a very clear and distracting image in her head. Her butt squirmed on the bench.
        Her ears perked as she heard Samantha’s devious giggle in response to her restless squirming. The tigress’s tail snaked up between them, tickling along Nikki’s back and making her arch a little. Then it coiled around slowly, looping around Nikki’s waist and squeezing her with remarkable strength. Nikki sighed again, leaning back into Samantha’s comforting warmth. 
        Samantha leaned back, too, letting her head rest on Nikki’s shoulder, eyes gazing up at the sky. The tail gave her midsection a fond squeeze.
        “Take off your panties for me,” Samantha purred right by her ear.
        “Wh-what?” Nikki asked in a soft gasp, the book slipping out of her fingers and into her lap. Samantha had spoken in a whisper, but it had been just loud enough that Harper had probably heard. Nikki’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as she forced herself not to glance across the path to confirm her suspicions. Her cheeks burned dark red, hotter even than her crotch.
        “Your panties,” Samantha purred so deeply Nikki could feel her body vibrating against her back. “They’re wet and I want them. Give them to me.”
        Nikki shivered at the commanding tone in Samantha’s voice, the soft sound piercing her so thoroughly she nearly moaned simply from the sound of it. She bit her lip, blushing hard. When had she become the sexually conservative one in this relationship, she wondered. Samantha was growing more and more curious about things that excited Nikki, constantly pushing the boundaries. The tigress delighted in shocking her, she knew. She had never said no, though part of her was eager to find out what would happen if she did. But considering that she and Samantha had still never--not quite--played with each other, she wasn’t sure she wanted to cross that line. Not yet.
        She let out a soft whimper, suddenly feeling shy, and heard Samantha’s purr intensify. Then she lifted her hips off the bench, bracing her back against the tigress’s. She slid her hands up her skirt, trying to be discrete, but knowing that she flashed bare thigh clear up to her tail if Harper happened to be looking. She couldn’t quite bring herself to check. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down quickly, letting her skirt fall back into place. 
        Blushing, chin tucked submissively, she reached to hand the damp white fabric lined in purple lace to her girlfriend. Samantha purred deeply. Nikki squeaked as she heard the tigress inhale deeply, wondering if Samantha had pressed the panties right to her nose right out in the open like that.
        “I love your smell,” Samantha cooed, though Nikki wondered if the words were more for Harper’s benefit than hers. Samantha’s fascination with Nikki’s scent had started on their very first sleepover. Chin still tucked, cheeks burning, she stole a glance from the corner of her eye toward the vixen across the trail.
        Harper still had her book up, but it was held loosely in her fingers, her attempt at reading forgotten. She was staring openly, mouth hanging slightly open in surprise, and she was panting slightly. Nikki felt a thrill as she realized the girl’s eyes were staring at her, at the curve of her hip that was bare under her skirt. Her own eyes glanced over the vixen’s body instinctively, falling to the long skirt she wore. She gasped, noticing the significant bulge there. The cute geek girl was, apparently, more than just a girl.
        Nikki looked away hurried, feeling a little lightheaded. The breeze tickled up her legs, teasing her bare lips and making her shiver. Somehow, knowing Harper was a hermaphrodite made the scene a lot more embarrassing. 
        Samantha turned on the bench, slipping her arms around Nikki’s middle, overlapping the tail that still clutched her there. The tigress pressed against her back and Nikki arched slightly. She could feel the stiff points of the aroused girl’s nipples in her back. Samantha repositioned her with sure hands, pushing her to the edge of the bench so that she was facing Harper, with the tigress nestled between her back and the back of the bench, legs spread around her backside. 
        “You’re so pretty,” Samantha whispered in her ear, hands sliding down her thighs. “I almost never see you blush this hard. Now you know how I felt that first day we went shopping together and you had me dress in that tiny halter and daisy dukes. Exposed, embarrassed, and excited.”
        Nikki shivered, her little teardrop-shaped tail fluttering nervously where it was trapped against Samantha’s crotch. The tigress pressed firmly against her back, reaching down her legs to grasp the hem of her skirt. 
        “Show her how pretty you are,” Samantha purred in her ear as she began drawing the loose fabric up Nikki’s lanky legs. Samantha shifted, pushing her hips forward and forcing Nikki’s hips to the very edge of the bench. Nikki obeyed, spreading her legs, letting the remaining fabric drape between her legs, just barely covering her crotch.
        The book tumbled out of Harper’s fingers. Her eyes met Nikki’s briefly, both girls panting. Nikki could see the raw excitement in the vixen’s eyes, the lustful anticipation for what she was about to see finally outweighing her confusion, embarrassment, and shyness. Nikki’s ears pricked, hearing Harper’s faint moan carry the short distance across the trail. The vixen had one hand clutched to her chest, fingers splayed across her t-shirt as she panted. The other had slipped unconsciously to her lap. She trailed her fingers absently up and down the ridge of her shaft that was barely hidden by her long, loose skirt.
        Collectively, all three girls paused. Nikki shivered, feeling the hem of her skirt brushing at the cleft of her ass cheeks. Samantha trembled against her back. Nikki had scarcely ever seen her quite so aroused and excited. Meanwhile, Harper stared at Nikki’s nearly-exposed nethers, her fingertips paused, quivering, on the tip of her concealed shaft.
        Samantha inhaled slowly, then drew up the skirt further. Harper’s moan was easily audible this time as the sun limned on Nikki’s wet, smooth lips. The tigress pulled the skirt up fully, bunching it at Nikki’s waist, leaving nothing hidden. Nikki closed her eyes, leaning her head back on Samantha’s shoulder and arching a little, feeling like she might cum simply from the combination of Samantha’s daring dominance and the sheer erotic thrill of being so exposed in broad daylight. She spread her legs wider, feeling arousal collect on her lips and dribble down to her pink tailhole. The breeze blew, the wind’s fingers stroking her labia erotically and she moaned again, biting her lower lip.
        Samantha’s fingertips trailed up her arm as her other hand stayed clutching Nikki’s skirt, keeping it bunched at her waist. Nikki knew exactly where those fingers were heading and she quivered with anticipation. Samantha tilted her head down, lips wrapping around the ring in Nikki’s ear again as she looped a single slender finger through one of the chrome d-rings of Nikki’s collar.
        Her moan was cut short as Samantha pulled the collar firmly, letting the leather press into her skin. Nikki could still breath, but only just. Within a few days of giving the collar to her, Samantha had experimented quite a bit to find the sweet spot at the peak of Nikki’s arousal just before any actual uncomfortable strangulation occurred. Now, Samantha had a gentle, certain touch and knew just how firmly to pull to heighten Nikki’s arousal without causing discomfort.
        Nikki whimpered past the collar as Samantha’s raspy tongue slid along the edge of her ear. Her hips bucked lightly, her arousal rising to fever pitch, but she didn’t dare touch herself--she hadn’t been told to. Nikki finally remembered to open her eyes. Across from them, Harper was panting and whimpering softly as she watched Samantha dominate her. Her oversized hoodie had fallen off her shoulder, and the hand that had been pressed to her chest now had a firm grip on her left breast.
        Harper’s other hand was sliding up the inside of her thigh, drawing up the long skirt as it went. She slouched in her bench, hips perching on its edge. Nikki stared, scarcely able to believe what she was seeing as the skirt moved up, revealing an adorable pair of snug pink boxers. 
        Nikki yelped as Samantha growled around her earring, sharp teeth pricking the cartilage of her earrim. She tried to moan but only made a strangled whimper. Her hips squirmed in the air, fucking the empty space, desperate for a touch that wouldn’t come. 
        Hurriedly, all shyness and coyness forgotten, Harper pushed the her silky boxers down to her knees, her knotted shaft springing up, glistening in the daylight. Breast forgotten, Harper’s fingers wrapped around the shaft, squeezing tightly. Nikki gasped, fascinated, as precum bubbled out of the tip before the girl began stroking herself. Nikki had only ever seen an erect cock once in her life, when her former neighbor Hans had been caught peeping on her slumber party. The sight of his had repulsed her, making her feel uneasy and upset as he cavalierly jammed it into her best friends. She knew her memories were bitter and warped by her distaste, but that never seemed to change the way she felt about the whole thing.
        Somehow, though, she felt none of that distaste as she watched Harper’s hand pump desperately up and down her turgid red flesh, fingers bumping the knot that was thickening at the base. Seeing the cute, freckled, older girl’s shaft kindled fascination and desire. Her arousal spiked when her ears picked up the fleshy sound of the herm abusing herself and the sweet little moans that accompanied it. Nikki whined past her collar, her hips bucking sympathetically, her entire body taut and needful.
        Samantha bit her ear around her piercing roughly, making Nikki yelp. The teeth let go immediately and Samantha’s tongue soothed the bite before she pulled her lips back to whisper, “Hold your skirt for me.”
        Nikki obeyed without hesitation, her mind too soaked in lust to even consider disobedience now. Her hands desperately wanted to stray, to plunge a pair of fingers in her needy little cunt and paw herself off. In the state she was in, she would probably squirt clear across the trail into Harper’s lap. But instead, her fingers curled clawlike around the hem of her skirt, clutching it fiercely to keep her hands from doing anything else.
        Samantha’s own hand, now free, slipped between their two bodies. Nikki felt more than heard the pop and zip of the fly of the tigress’s jean shorts. Samantha jammed her hand into the denim, relieving herself in the way she wasn’t allowing Nikki to. Within the same breath, Nikki watched Harper’s other hand creep down, brushing momentarily over the crimson-furred scrotum that bobbed in time with her pumping fist down to the red lips tucked beneath. Droplets of arousal glistened in the sunlight as she plunged two of her fingers inside herself without hesitation. 
        Nikki’s eyes widened as she stared, her body jerking sympathetically as if the vixen had plunged those fingers so frantically into her own cunny. Above her tail, Samantha was grinding her hips in tempo with the pumping of Harper’s fist on her knotted shaft as Nikki whimpered in between the two, finding no relief. 
        Samantha bit her again, harder, pulling at the earring that passed through her cartilage, tongue sliding rapidly up and down the ridge of her ear. The finger that clutched the ring in her collar pulled tighter as the tigress fingered herself against Nikki’s back, nearing orgasm at a pace Nikki had never seen before. As Samantha tensed, the leather pressed into the flesh of Nikki’s throat. Growing lightheaded, she could barely breath anymore, but she was practically holding her breath anyway, watching Harper’s fist pump frantically on her shaft and listening to the wet sounds of the two girls on either side of her thrusting fingers into their needful pussies.. 
        Almost simultaneously, she felt Samantha tense against her back and watched Harper’s hips arch dramatically off the bench. Samantha gripped the collar tightly, teeth clamping down delicately on the flesh of her ear as she whimpered, bucking in short little spasms against Nikki’s backside as she came.
        Harper, meanwhile, let out a startling, guttural groan. Nikki could see her petite scrotum clench as her hand pumped wildly on her shaft. Semen jetted out of the vixen’s cock, sparkling as it arched over her taut body, falling on the fur of her neck and making a mess of her geeky shirt. A half-second later, Nikki’s eyes widened further as she watched the girl twitch and buck wildly. Seed still shooting from her cock, her cunny tightened around the fingers of her other hand, spasming and squirting just a little.
        Nikki shuddered as she watched, then felt warmth burst over her body, a tightness in her stomach suddenly making her muscles clench. She opened her mouth but her cry was cut off by the tight collar. Rolling her head back, she thrust her slender hips into empty air, orgasming powerfully, tight muscles of her snatch clenching around nothingness as she squirted, peppering the dusty path with her girlcum.
        As Samantha’s orgasm faded, the tigress wrapped her free arm around Nikki’s waist, wet fingers clutching her side, holding as she came. Samantha and Harper, sated,  both watched as the bunnygirl twitched violently, her thick squirt making a mess of her thighs and the trail between her spread sets of curled toes. 
        With no touch to her throbbing clit or pumping fingers in her twitching cunny to sustain it, the orgasm passed quickly. Samantha released her grip on Nikki’s collar a moment later, just as she had thought she might pass out. She snapped her thighs together and turned, curling against Samantha’s body and panting for breath as she hid her face in the tigress’s neck. Samantha just giggled sweetly into her ear, fingers reaching down to stroke the underside of Nikki’s thigh and the curve of her ass, both of which were still exposed by her bunched skirt. 
        Nikki quivered against Samantha’s comforting form as she tried to catch her breath, peeking at the vixen from the corner of her eye. Harper was blushing darkly but couldn’t seem to look away, staring somewhat entranced at Samantha who held her gaze. Nikki was familiar with that feeling. The tigress’s eyes could be piercing and demanding, capturing you and refusing to let go. The moment snapped after a few breaths, the vixen’s cheeks blossoming with a dark blush that shone through her freckled fur. Nikki blushed too as she saw and nearly felt the older girl’s eyes flick down to Samantha’s hand and the bared curve of Nikki’s rump.
        Harper stared a moment, tongue brushing over her lips absently, making Nikki shiver sympathetically. Then, the vixen hastily pulled up her pink boxers heedless of the sticky mess in her lap and tugged her long skirt back down past her knees. She stared at her hands for a moment, both of them coated with the glistening orgasms of her dual organs. After a moment of indecision, she rubbed them clean on her already cum-soaked shirt, zipping her hoody up over the mess.
        Grabbing her book, Harper stood. Wet spots speckled the front of her skirt and Nikki could see the slight bulge where her half-hard cock hadn’t slipped fully back into its sheath. She looked at her and Samantha, mouth opened as if to say something, then blushed, snapped her mouth shut, and hurried down the trail the way she’d come.
        Samantha giggled sweetly, gathering Nikki up tighter in her arms and letting her skirt fall back into place. Both girls turned slightly, unable to resist catching a glimpse of the vixen’s backside as she hurried away. 
        “You’re evil,” Nikki said, still breathless.
        “I thought we determined that once today already,” Samantha said sweetly, letting her hand linger on Nikki’s ass. Nikki moaned faintly, pressing slightly into those fingers. Samantha responded with a fond squeeze and both of them made faint, appreciative sounds.
        “I’ve never seen a herm before,” Nikki said thoughtfully. “At least, n-not. . .all of one, I mean.”
        “Mmm, me either,” Samantha murmured into her ear. Her fingers moved, curling around the base of her tail and gripping softly. “What did you think?”
        Nikki paused for a long moment, blushing, keeping her face pressed into Samantha’s neck. Finally, she whispered, “She was really sexy.”
        Samantha giggled sweetly, parting her muzzle to slide her raspy tongue down into Nikki’s ear, purring when she moaned in response. “I thought so, too,” she said after drawing her tongue back. “Maybe. . .” the tigress trailed off, sounding thoughtful. Thoughtful and devious.
        “What?” Nikki asked, lifting her head from Samantha’s neck, curious.
        Samantha smiled her infuriating little smile. “Nothing.”
        “Tell me!”
        Samantha shrugged. “Just an idle daydream. Maybe I’ll tell you if we bump into her again.”
        “Ugh! You really are evil!”
        Samantha just grinned and cupped the back of her head with her hand, leaning down to kiss her firmly, other hand still gripping the base of her tail. Nikki moaned softly, body arching as she accepted the kiss, suckling the tigress’s rough tongue. Samantha purred deeply, simply kissing her sweetly, not even using any of the two or three dozen tongue tricks she’d learned that could turn Nikki on, even off her season. The kiss broke after a long minute, Nikki still out of breath.
        “I can’t believe you came without a touch,” Samantha said, grinning.
        Nikki blushed, turning her head away slightly and giving a shrug.
        “It’s a shame too, because as a reward for being so good for me, I was planning on going down on you after that girl left. But since you’ve already gotten yourself off. . .” she shrugged as if helpless. Nikki’s jaw dropped, then she whimpered, hips wiggling at the very thought.
        “I. . .what. . .you. . .!” she stammered
        Samantha burst into giggles, squeezing her tightly. The tigress shoved her tongue into her mouth for another brief kiss and gave her tail a playful tug. “I’m just teasing. But. . .soon, okay?” She leaned in, nuzzling Nikki’s ear playfully. “Real soon.”
        Nikki whined sweetly, her body aflame again at Samantha’s suggestion. She couldn’t keep her hips from grinding slowly of their own volition.
        “Evil,” she accused, whimpering.
        Samantha kissed her cheek, then slipped off of the bench, hand moving easily from Nikki’s backside to her hand, taking it to help the bunny up.
        “I think I’m only just getting started,” Samantha said with a purr. “Apparently, bunnies bring out the worst in me.”
        Standing, Nikki laughed and leaned in to kiss her girlfriend’s chin. “Walk me home?”
        “Mmm,” Samantha agreed, tangling her fingers with Nikki’s. As they both turned down the path, Nikki glanced down. Blushing, she casually kicked some dirt over the wet spot in front of their bench before turning to let Samantha lead her home.