Nikki waved at her parents as they waited at the curb in front of the movie theater, wishing they would take the hint and drive off. But they waited, and her father raised his eyebrows at her expectantly. She rolled her eyes and walked up to the counter, dutifully purchasing a ticket for the Sunday matinee in full view of her parents, grumbling under her breath. Every Sunday, all summer, she and Samantha and Karen and Jake had come to this movie theater and hadn’t once gotten in trouble. All summer! And now, just because she’d hit her season they suddenly thought--what, she’d run off somewhere? Like she was only pretending to go to the movies? Or maybe they thought she’d burn the theater down or something...
        Well, okay, so maybe there was some precedent for worry on the last bit. But it had been a whole year since she’d burned down Dad’s shed, and it had been their fault anyway! She waved the ticket at her parents and watched as they finally drove away. It’d be a waste of a movie ticket, but she imagined she probably could get away with running off someplace with Samantha, if they really wanted to. She sat on one of the stone benches in front of the theater and fantasized about where they’d go as she waited for Samantha and her sister to show up. After considerable thought, she couldn’t think of a better place than the dark, nearly-empty theater of some four-month-old movie they’d already seen four times to spend the afternoon with her girlfriend. She squirmed on the bench, blushing as her nose caught her own seasonal scent rising. If she could smell it, it must be unmistakable to anyone nearby. Luckily, this theater was practically deserted on Sunday afternoons in favor of the swankier one at Wardenclyffe. Which was, of course, precisely why Karen had picked this one.
        She tried not to let her mind focus on the activities of the next two hours, knowing it would only serve to rile her up even more, making Samantha’s intended torture all the more unbearable. Every Sunday, all summer, the four of them had been coming to this theater, and Samantha made her watch Karen and Jake and tortured Nikki with her fingers and tongue, without letting her cum a single time. A shaky breath escaped Nikki’s muzzle as she remembered watching Karen’s arched body taut with pleasure as Jake unloaded inside of her, his paw clamped fiercely around her muzzle to keep her quiet. Samantha would have her finger poised right at Nikki’s entrance,  and another finger in the ring of her collar, pulling until Nikki could barely breathe, and then just hold her there. If Nikki tried to clench her entrance around Samantha’s fingertip, she would withdraw and cut off her breath entirely, leaving her in a desperate, erotic panic until Samantha eased and returned to teasing her.
        Nikki knew Samantha relished this utter control over Nikki’s body, and the rewards she would get for good behavior, though tame compared to the frenzied rutting of Karen and Jake, always pushed the limits of their relationship, which still shied away almost completely from anything penetrative, whether it be fingers, tongues, or toys. Licking her lips, Nikki imagined she could still taste the lingering musk of Samantha’s cunny on them, which had been teasingly smeared there by the kitten’s fingers just last week as a reward for good behavior.
        But now her season flared those months of frustration up to unimaginable levels. School had still been in session the last time Samantha had let her cum. Now it was nearly time for the fall semester to begin and Nikki was ready to burst. She glanced down, staring at the bench beneath her. As she had daydreamed, it had grown utterly slick, along with the back of her skirt. She blushed deeply, jumping up off the bench and moving toward a different one, practically panting with arousal and desperately trying to think of a way to calm herself down.
        Maybe she really would somehow burn down the theater. With Samantha’s campaign of orgasm denial, she was at least as pent up and distracted as she had been that afternoon in the shed. Wildly, she wondered if this was some kind of test from her girlfriend she was intended to fail. Did Samantha want to find out when she’d break? To see how long she’d obey? No. . .Samantha was a strict mistress, but she wasn’t cruel. But still, Nikki couldn’t help but wonder how bad the punishment would be if she broke down and gave herself some relief. 
        She was desperately trying to convince herself not to sneak away to the bathroom before Karen and Samantha arrived when something hit her hard in the stomach. She cried out in pain, falling hard to the concrete with something heavy on top of her, then whimpered as she felt another sharper pain--claws that had raked across both her sides.
        Winded by the blow, Nikki desperately tried to catch her breath. The air she took in was heavy and wet and redolent with something that made her belly quiver. She was reminded of Karen’s heat, but this was more intense, and sweeter, and. . .
        She opened her eyes to see Samantha above her, eyes only a few inches from hers and nearly feral. She was grinning in a way that put her sharp teeth on terrifying display. Still trying to catch her breath, head swimming from the scent that filled her nostrils, Nikki panicked instinctively, her subconscious suddenly realizing she was most definitely the prey in this predator-prey relationship.
        Samantha’s head darted down swiftly and Nikki flinched, every instinct in her body screaming that she was about to be devoured. Samantha’s muzzle pressed against hers, teeth grazing her lip as her tongue plunged past Nikki’s lips. One of Samantha’s claws grazed Nikki’s neck threateningly before it looped into the D-ring of her collar, tugging her up and into the kiss firmly. Nikki moaned around the invading tongue as it rasped inside her mouth, pumping suggestively in and out of her lips. Samantha’s body rocked above her and Nikki became suddenly, acutely aware that the dominating tigress was dressed much the same as she was--in a skirt with no panties--and her smooth netherlips were hot on Nikki’s thigh, grinding against her and drooling warm arousal into her fur.
        Nikki whimpered, her wits desperately trying to reassemble themselves. Samantha’s tongue, the touch of her hot petals against Nikki’s thigh, and most especially Samantha’s intoxicating scent of heat made any rational thought damned hard, but if she didn’t do something quickly she had little doubt at least one of the two of them would end up naked and orgasming on the concrete right in front of the theater even before security could hurry out to drag them away. 
        Hands trembling, body aching for more--so much more--she managed to lift her hands to Samantha’s shoulders and push. The tigress growled in her throat and pushed back, claws tightening on Nikki’s shoulder and finger pulling her collar tighter. Nikki whined, her body trembling in appreciation at the show of dominance, but she desperately pushed again, trying to pull her head back out of Samantha’s pumping tongue’s reach.
        Some coherent thought must’ve gotten past Samantha’s fog of lust because the girl stopped all at once, dragging her tongue back out of Nikki’s mouth with an audible slurp and sitting up, both of them panting. Nikki closed her eyes, trying not to focus on the way Samantha’s new position pressed her lips more firmly against her leg. Licking her lips, she took a shaky breath and looked up at her girlfriend, who was visibly trembling with need.
        “N-not here,” Nikki managed to gasp, looking around desperately. Given the time and day, the theater was nearly deserted--that was the whole point, after all--but there were still a few people nearby, one or two looking indignant and another few openly staring, including the teen working the ticketbooth, who had his nose pressed against the glass as he panted.
        Samantha stood up abruptly and Nikki’s body arched involuntarily, missing the feel of her pressed against her. Samantha jerked her up by the collar and she scrambled to her feet. Before Nikki could catch her breath or even get her wits together, Samantha jerked on the collar again and Nikki had no choice but to obey, struggling not to trip as her needy lover dragged her away from the staring eyes. Nikki made a soft, choked sound of confusion as Samantha dragged her away from the theater’s doors where the bunny had expected to be dragged off to. She’d imagined Samantha might have settled for a bathroom stall the way Karen often had, or perhaps a broom closet or even just a conveniently shadowy corner considering how desperate she obviously was, but the predatory tigress clearly had something else in mind. 
        They rounded the corner of the building and Samantha released her collar suddenly, causing Nikki to stagger uncertainly on her feet. The next thing she knew, Samantha pounced forward again, pushing Nikki’s shoulders and sending her stumbling back. Nikki yelped in surprise, finding herself tumbling into and then through a low holly bush, the prickly leaves scraping her skin and tearing at her clothes. She hit the cement on the other side of the bush hard on her butt and she whimpered in pain. As a heavy electric hum filled her ears, nearly deafening her with their intensity to her acute bunny sense, Nikki glanced around to try to figure out why Samantha had dragged her here. At her back, three of the theater’s commercial sized air conditioners vibrated with the noise that drowned out everything else to Nikki’s rabbit ears. They were tucked against the theater’s wall and walled off by the four foot holly bush she had been pushed through. The air conditioning units provided some auditory privacy, and the bush made a convenient screen, but it was still scant privacy indeed. Anyone could walk around the bush and find them, or easily peek over the bush on their way to the front door. Still, it was a little more private than the concrete in front of the doors themselves.
        Clothes disheveled, ripped, damp and now bloody, just a little, from claw marks to her side and leaf cuts on her back and thighs, Nikki worried about how she’d look when her parents picked her up in a couple of hours. Plus, this wasn’t how she’d imagined her first time with Samantha would be when it finally came. For one thing, she’d expected it to hurt much, much less. Just as she thought that, the white blur that was her lust-crazed lover came streaking over the holly hedge. Nikki flinched again, but none of the tigress’s claws scored her this time. Samantha turned in a predatory circle around where she sat, still stunned and breathless, and Nikki couldn’t help but take in the lithe, graceful sight of her, heart swelling with love and body warming with lust both. Her cunny ached at the powerful and arousing figure Samantha struck, the tigress’s nipples hard and making obvious little bumps in her rose-colored top. 
        They froze for a moment, each staring at the other, panting, neither pair of eyes on the other’s face. Nikki ached for release so badly she wanted to cry. Her eyes shifted further down Samantha’s body, watching a little droplet of arousal make a path down the tigress’s inner thigh, right at Nikki’s eye level. She flared her nostrils, inhaled, and the intensity of Samantha’s heat made her insides quiver. Then Samantha was moving again, so fast Nikki let out a soft little yelp of surprise. Samantha’s knee bumped her shoulder, forcing her back, her palms bracing against the concrete, then further until the sun-warmed concrete hit her back with enough force to daze her again. The swirl of Samantha’s skirt blocked the sun, falling over Nikki’s head like a tent, the yellow fabric catching the sun’s rays and seeming to glow in every direction. She was in heaven.
        Samantha’s mound bumped into her nose, forced her head back until she was pinned to the concrete. Nikki’s vision was filled with white fur and pink lips, swollen and glistening. Nikki tensed in anticipation. Not long ago, when Karen was still using her for relief from her own heat, this was the moment when the tigress would take hold to keep from bucking herself off of Nikki’s tongue during the ride. Karen would grip Nikki’s ears like handlebars and crush them in her fingers, hanging on for dear life until she was sated, and Nikki would be left bruised for a day or more. Other species just never seemed to understand how tender and sensitive a bunny’s ears were. To Karen, they had just been convenient handholds and now, in the same position underneath Samantha for the first time, Nikki braced for the pain before she even began administering to her lover’s needs.
        Samantha’s hands descended as expected, but one tangled in Nikki’s hair, grabbing a fistful of her chin-length mouse-brown locks. Her other hand slipped behind herself and rather than gripping ear or hair, threaded a finger again through the ring on the front of Nikki’s collar. Nikki felt her chest tighten, touched by Samantha’s thoughtfulness, for the first time in a position like this feeling loved and needed rather than used. In the same instant as that loving feeling, both of Samantha’s hands jerked up, jamming her muzzle forcefully against the tigress’s dripping cunny. Samantha’s body thrummed, a growl reverberating in her chest making her demands perfectly clear.
        Nikki slid her hands up the back of Samantha’s thighs, gripping the girl’s bare ass so firmly that the tigress above her made a soft sound of appreciation that Nikki’s ears swiveled toward, focusing on the sound through the powerful thrum of the air conditioner. Nikki wanted to savor the moment, she wanted to kiss slowly up the insides of Samantha’s thighs and lick away the arousal that had matted the fur there. She wanted to use her tongue to tease the edges of Samantha’s lips and watch to see how the tigress reacted to the different ways Nikki had been taught to tickle a clitoris. She wanted to suckle and tease and admire and worship for hours until Samantha was at an absolute fever pitch, and then use the little tricks Jane had taught her to keep the orgasm, when it finally came, going and going until Samantha fell off her muzzle in a quivering, mewling heap.
        There would be time for that some day. Today, right now, Samantha was already in a state past that fever pitch. The girl of soft caresses and tender touches and taking it slow and doing things right had been replaced by a frenetic bundle of lust, claws, and desperation. So, knowing that soon enough, she would get those hours that she desperately wanted, she was all too willing to give Samantha the few intense minutes that she desperately needed.
        Nikki drove her tongue up inside the tigress, piercing her with a wet sound that traveled no farther than her own ears thanks to the drone of machinery a foot away. Samantha’s squeal of pleasure, however, was probably heard a bit farther than that. Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel the tigress arch above her, her tail lashing wildly from side to side, her fingers gripping her hair tighter until her scalp burned. Moisture dribbled down Nikki’s nose and Samantha’s muscles clenched around her tongue, squeezing and pulling. Nikki was surprised to find Samantha’s hymen absent, and had a brief swirl of fantasies over who must have taken it. She was forced to guess it was Karen, since she didn’t think the tigress had ever let Jane go so far, and the doe was the only other likely candidate. She resolved to interrogate her lover sometime later, like when words resumed having meaning in the tigress’s head. 
        Samantha jerked hard on her hair and collar at the same time, impatient and demanding, pushing Nikki’s entire face insistently up against her slick nethers. Nikki’s body arched with a need that thrummed in harmony to Samantha’s own, but she let the demanding tigress have the tiniest taste of the frustration she’d be subjected to all summer. Rather than driving her tongue up inside her again, she let herself slow down for just a moment to savor where she was. She opened her muzzle, letting Samantha’s powerful hands drive her opened mouth into a firm seal over her entire cunny, lower lip curled against the cleft of her butt, upper lip just above the hood of her clit. Samantha’s taste was as intense as her scent and Nikki didn’t want another drop going to waste. Too much was already smeared all over her face rather than trickling down her tongue, but that wasn’t a complete loss. She toyed with the idea of carrying that unmistakable scent on her face as the school year started. A lot of rumors would be confirmed awfully quickly if she did. 
        Samantha let out a frenzied sound of frustration and jerked hard on her collar and hair again, then squeezed her thighs hard around Nikki’s head, clamping her in place. Nikki knew she’d be in real trouble if she delayed any longer--was probably in trouble already--so she kept the white-furred feline in agony no longer. She drove her tongue up inside her lover the way she’d been longing to since the day they’d met, pushing up until the muscles at the base of her tongue ached. Samantha didn’t squeal this time--if she had, it probably would’ve been so loud security would have come running. Nikki could barely hear the hissed intake of breath over the powerful thrum of the A/C units. Samantha tensed, legs squeezing around Nikki’s head so hard she felt like she would pop, pulling so hard on the collar Nikki knew she would bruise. The sweet, hot walls around Nikki’s tongue convulsed as strongly, gripping her tongue like a vice, and for a moment everything was still except for the deep vibration of the concrete beneath Nikki’s back and a resonant trembling in Samantha’s body above her. 
        Samantha hunched forward over Nikki’s head and jerked her hips forward hard enough that only the grip of her thighs kept Nikki’s skull from bouncing off the concrete. The thrust broke the stillness, the preternatural magic of that first penetrative orgasm, and everything that followed was a frenzy of motion and wetness. Samantha humped her face with powerful, spasmodic thrusts and Nikki obliged her, pumping her tongue into her lover achingly deep as a wash of new, intoxicating juices flooded into her mouth and down her cheeks and neck.
        Samantha yowled ferally with every few thrusts of Nikki’s tongue, followed quickly by a new fit of spasming inner muscles and powerfully jerking hips. She shifted her grip in Nikki’s hair, claws digging into her scalp, little droplets of blood dripping from Nikki’s hair to join the dark wet stain on the concrete. 
        Despite the pain of how hard she was being used and the ache in her diligent tongue and straining jaw, Nikki didn’t dare flag her efforts. Even when she’d been used by Karen, she’d never discovered that you could work your tongue to literal exhaustion, but after a handful of orgasms, her tongue was literally trembling with overexertion. She counted it a small price to pay, though, and worshipped Samantha with her tongue. Just the pure penetration of her tongue was clearly enough to spark Samantha off, but she didn’t let that cramp her style. Jane had taught her a few tricks and she experimented now, straining her tongue to search for the rough patch of flesh behind the pubic bone her babysitter had helped her discover. She found it in a slightly different position within Samantha, but when she probed it the tigress came so hard and so loudly that she had to avoid it from then on or they were certain to be discovered. 
        Samantha lasted long past Nikki’s point of exhaustion, cumming powerfully around Nikki’s probing tongue even when her motions were weak and tentative, the bunny’s existence a blur of passing time punctuated by sweet sounds and little bursts of clenching muscle and sweet flavor. Finally, a cool breeze brushed over her face and she was able to look up to find her lover’s face in a bizarre mixture of bliss and disappointment.
        “I’ve used you all up,” Samantha said, her voice hoarse, her tone an admonishment of Nikki, not herself. She tugged her skirt back so she could look down into Nikki’s eyes, then rolled her hips forward to bump her mons against Nikki’s nose, as if seeing if she could prod her back into activity.
        Nikki meant to say “I just need a little break,” but it came out in a little whimpering moan that surprised her, her tongue literally too sore to form the words properly. Involuntarily, her body wiggled at the same time, and she shivered at another cool summer’s breeze, this time not across her face. Her skirt must have ridden up during all the commotion and she was laying there exposed with her own dark stain of wet concrete under her butt. The teasing breeze reminded her of how powerfully her own need continued to hammer in her body in time with her pulse.
        Nikki stared up at Samantha, the lines of her taut, powerful body above her making her whole body ache. She worked her jaw and tried to stretch her tongue in different ways inside her mouth, willing the muscles to loosen up, desperate not to disappoint. Samantha’s eyes roamed down her body and it was as if she could feel the gaze at hot points on her body, making her arch as they trailed down. Her hips arched needfully up against the empty air as if she could hump the weight of Samantha’s gaze and find relief there. Samantha growled deep in her chest and the prey in Nikki quailed in fear. 
        “Samantha!” came a squeak just as the white tigress opened her mouth. Nikki went stock still, mortified, looking up to find Karen and Jake just on the other side of the low hedge. Nikki whimpered in embarrassment as both Jake’s and Karen’s eyes raked over her exposed nethers, taking in the scene. Samantha twisted her body toward them without pulling her cunny far from Nikki’s muzzle, and Nikki could feel the tigress’s body growing taut above her as she let out a low, warning growl at the pair of them. Jake took an instinctive step backward, but Karen growled back, though not as loudly.
        “Jesus,” Karen said, just loud enough to be heard over the mechanical hum of the A/C. “I knew she was, y’know, bad off, but I didn’t expect her to. . .”
        “Ravage her?” Jake supplied. Tired, sore, and needy, Nikki agreed with the colorful description. Karen turned to Jake, a reply on her lips, but did a double take between him and Samantha, who still had her skirt tugged up so that Nikki’s face wasn’t covered.
        “Jacob Ezekiel Karas,” Karen snarled so venomously that Nikki, whose prey instincts were still in full force, quailed visibly. “Are you staring at my little sister’s ass?” 
        Nikki could hear Karen’s claws come free even though they were hidden by the low hedge. Jake took a stumbling step backwards, blurting out, “Hey, I’m not the one drooling over Nikki’s crotch!” 
        Samantha crouched lower over Nikki’s head, coiled to pounce, snarling at Karen over the implied competition for her mate. “Mine!” the younger tigress snarled, her voice heavy with lust, sounding nearly feral. Karen, meanwhile, was coiled too, her eyes filled with murder as she stared at Jake. Nikki knew Jake well enough to know the next thing out of his mouth, whatever it ended up actually being, would be just dumb and oblivious enough to drop a spark in the powderkeg, but she couldn’t summon enough coherent thoughts to care. Samantha’s predatory crouch had bumped her mons back up against Nikki’s nose, and the scent of her drove away the distinction between predator and prey. She slid her hands back up Samantha’s exposed ass, seeing in the corner of her eye the Jake was staring at it as she did, and pushed her sore tongue back up inside the white tigress. Her mistress was still unsatisfied, and the scent filling her nostrils made everything else far less important than that.
        Samantha’s resulting moan was enough to draw Karen’s attention away from Jake, and for a moment the two stared openly as the middle Keating sister thrust her hips lewdly down on Nikki’s tongue. Nikki watched them staring, her own hips grinding forlornly at empty air, then closed her eyes, thrusting her tongue deep and tilting her head to grind her nose against Samantha’s clit, even as her tongue threatened to cramp again. 
        The delighted squeal and convulsing of Samantha’s orgasm seemed to shake Karen back to her senses, but Jake just stared and grunted, “Fuck.”
        “Shit,” Karen swore in reply, tugging sharply at Jake’s sleeve. “Nikki can’t go home like this, Jake. Her clothes are shredded, and bloody, and, um, soaked.”
        “What do you suggest? I don’t think going shopping and taking her home in new clothes is going to look innocent and normal either.”
        “I’m calling Mom.”
        “What?!”
        “She’ll know what to do!”
        “Karen, do you really think that’s a good idea? I mean. . .” Jake gestured helplessly at Samantha and Nikki, who were now completely oblivious of them.
        “Do you really think she doesn’t know what’s going on? I just don’t think she expected Samantha’s heat to be this. . .intense consider how early it is.”
        Jake stared a while longer. “Heh. Right. ‘Intense.’”
        “Jake, I swear to god if you don’t rip your eyes off my sister’s ass, I’m going to rip them off for you.”
        Jake gulped audibly as Karen dialed her mother. Karen gestured with her hand, whispering harshly, “Can you, like, tear them apart or something?”
        “Are you kidding?! She’ll tear ME apart!”
        Karen rolled her eyes, turning to walk a few feet away so Samantha’s groans of pleasure wouldn’t be heard over the line. “Well, just, I don’t know. . . Don’t let anyone find them!”


        Nikki suffered through the awkward car ride back to the Keating’s home in something of a haze, only looking up long enough to feel the hot wash of embarrassment as Mrs. Keating casually rolled down the windows--all of them--after Nikki and Samantha climbed in. Samantha held Nikki’s arm hostage, hand shoved demandingly up under her skirt, her claws ten threatening pinpricks pressed against Nikki’s flesh. She fingered her mistress obediently, masked by the rush of the wind into the windows and the radio that Mrs. Keating kept turned up louder than usual. Cramps and aches crept into her arm from the awkward position and inadequate leverage of her arm, but she didn’t dare stop, and at least the cramps in her jaw and tongue were abating now. Karen and Jake had been left behind to enjoy the rest of one of the last summer evenings before fall semester. Nikki burned with envy, unsuccessfully trying not to imagine the satiation they were probably achieving this very moment--knowing Karen, probably the first of many. Samantha came hard around her fingers, clawtips pressing harder against Nikki’s arm as the bunny’s own cunny clenched fruitlessly, aching. 
        Mrs. Keating ushered them hurriedly inside, probably so the neighbors wouldn’t see the state of her clothes and start to gossip, then pushed the pair of them into the hall toward Samantha’s room, leaving Nikki to gape in disbelief. Samantha was in no state to explain her mother’s liberal attitude, but Nikki’s unasked questions were answered anyway as Mrs. Keating started talking to someone on the phone. It didn’t take much context for Nikki to figure out it was her own mother, and she blushed, mortified, as Mrs. Keating scolded her mother for ‘inadequate sex ed.’ Nikki’s parents were still convinced that what was going on between her and Samantha was some kind of adorable phase, and they had remained stubbornly, willfully ignorant during Nikki’s first heat the previous summer, keeping their young daughter in the dark about the demands of her season, which ultimately led to what the firefighters had called ‘a minor conflagration’ in her father’s backyard toolshed. 
        Nikki winced as she heard Mrs. Keating refer to ‘not letting them burn the house down,’ which was sure to spark more heat into the argument, but then Samantha slammed the door shut, ending her eavesdropping. 
        Nikki turned, pressing her back against the door, her prey instinct flaring back to the forefront of her consciousness as she realized she was trapped. The look in Samantha’s eyes assured her that her fears were well founded, and she barely had time to yelp before Samantha’s hands were on her shoulders. Nikki’s heels dragged across the carpet as Samantha half-pushed, half-tossed her toward the bed, claws curling and catching her clothes in the same motion, so that when she landed on the fluffy, pink comforter, she was nearly nude, the remains of her clothes caught under her calves. Samantha surged forward, not bothering with her own clothes, crouching above Nikki with her eyes glinting.
        “I’ve been planning for this for so long,” she cooed, her voice almost sad.
        Nikki giggled softly, her prey instincts ebbing a little as she finally saw Samantha through her predator’s lust. “You have?”
        Samantha nodded. “You’ve been such a good little bunny. I was going to reward you. It was going to be romantic and sweet and slow. I even went and asked Mommy for permission, and you know how hard that would be for me. And Karen helped me get things together.”
        Nikki’s eyes widened a little. “Things? What kind of things?”
        Samantha grinned broader, her teeth flashing, making Nikki quail again. “You know what kind of things. But they’re going to have to come later, because I need you, Nikki. And I’m not gonna wait anymore.”
        Samantha shifted, sitting on Nikki’s belly, and the bunny whimpered softly at the hot, wet touch of Samantha’s nethers against her bare stomach. The tongue- and jaw-cramps she’d suffered didn’t seem to have made a dent in Samantha’s appetite. Nikki’s own cunny ached in sympathy, clenching again, desperate for something, anything. Samantha leaned over to one side, pushing down with her hips to make sure Nikki stayed lying on the bed, though Nikki wasn’t foolish enough to go against the tigress’s wishes in any case. The top drawer of Samantha’s chest slid open, clothes rustled inside, and it slid shut again.
        Samantha flashed another feral smile down at her prey and held up something for Nikki’s inspection. The tigress held a slender pink dildo, tapered on both ends, with a small ball in the center about the size of a tangerine. It was petite, with each end only about as long as Nikki’s hands, but it was just the right size for the two of them. Nikki couldn’t help herself. She moaned sweetly, desperately, and arched her hips up toward Samantha, impatient. 
        Above her, Samantha giggled, grinning wickedly, watching as Nikki squirmed, barely able to wait any longer. Luckily for the bunny, Samantha had very little patience to spare either, or she was sure the tigress would draw her torment out longer. Before Samantha even touched her, Nikki nearly came just from the sight of the tigress lifting her hips and sliding one end of the dildo past her tight young lips. It was a snug fit, but Samantha slid it up inside her all the way until her smooth lips were nestled obscenely around the center ball, glimpses of her inner labia visible, distorted, through the transparent pink silicone, the other end bobbing against Nikki’s belly like a half-limp dick.
        Nikki was still staring when Samantha moved suddenly, grabbing Nikki’s leg and wrenching it up in the air so quickly that the muscles in her thigh complained and she cried out involuntarily. A deep growl emanated from Samantha’s chest, making Nikki’s fur shiver and stand on end. Samantha gripped Nikki’s ankle firmly, pressing it against her shoulder, the now familiar threat of five pinpricks against her flesh warning her not to struggle. Samantha gripped the dangling end of the dildo with her other hand and thrust forward, both girls tense with anticipation.
        Nikki yelped when the dildo slipped against her outer labia then stabbed the inside of her thigh. Samantha glanced up at her, blushing under the white fur of her cheeks, then rolled her hips again, less certainly. The slender pink tip slipped again, this time sliding back along the cheeks of Nikki’s butt, and Samantha’s growl had an entirely different tone to it now.
        “S-sorry,” Samantha said, most of the predatory tension dissolving out of the musk-heavy air. Nikki bit her lower lip, doing her best not to giggle, Samantha was clearly embarrassed enough already. Instead, she slipped her hand down and gingerly splayed her slick, immature petals. Samantha sucked in a breath slowly, and as she stared, Nikki could see her pupils dilating and wondered if she had looked half as hungry when staring at the tigress a moment ago.
        Samantha shifted her hips forward again, slowly this time, until the dildo’s tip rested against Nikki’s exposed entrance. There was a moment of stillness and Samantha glanced up, her eyes locking on Nikki’s. The tigress licked her lips, chest heaving rapidly. Nikki stared back, so tense she wasn’t breathing at all, her body screaming impatiently for the next moment to arrive. 
        Samantha thrust forward, hard, burying the toy inside Nikki all at once. The bunny tossed her head back, teeth clenched, braced for the stab of pain she’d been taught to expect with the losing of one’s virginity, but it never came. There was a twinge, but it was like a shot at the doctor’s office that you were still braced for when the bandaid was being put on--over before she’d even experienced it. 
        And then the ball at the center of the double-ended dildo was pressing hard against her entrance, and she could feel the hot kiss of Samantha’s lips brushing her own around it, and it seemed like her entire body was clenching down around the slender inches of the toy now buried inside her, filling her at the same time it finally completed her bond with her lover. She arched hard off the bed and felt Samantha’s clawtips prick slightly into the flesh of ankle to keep her in place as all the months of teasing, anticipation, and frustration were shattered in that instant of their cunnies kissing. 
        Distantly, she was aware of Samantha still moving, hips moving in awkward, unpracticed motions as she taught herself how to fuck Nikki with their first toy, but the little bunny was already past the finish line. Her orgasm shook her whole body and her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her virgin muscles clenching around the toy so hard it barely moved inside her. She bucked on Samantha’s frilly pink bed, balled fists tossing the comforter as her tight, filled pussy spasmed and squirted, creating a fragrant mess that made Samantha’s fervent thrusts squelch as they met in the middle again and again. Her belly clenched so tightly it ached, more of the hot, too-intense bliss making stars dance in front of her eyes as she came and came again before the first had even ended. 
        Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, she heard Samantha’s near-feral growl, the intensity of it the only thing that made her overwhelmed hindbrain even remotely aware of anything else. Pain added a hot dash of fear to the climaxing that still made her body thrash, Samantha gripping her ankle harder and moving her body over Nikki’s, the movements of her hips intensifying, growing a little more awkward as they also grew more desperate. She was aware of Samantha’s orgasm mostly by the constant, trembling kiss of the tigress’s labia against hers, the ball between them stretching them both slightly from the ferocity that Samantha’s pressed against her. Nikki climaxed with her, mostly because she couldn’t seem to stop, and felt the hot wash of her own juices as she squirted again with Samantha’s lips grinding hard against hers.


        Nikki awoke with a start to a sensation that felt like eating something a little too hot after already burning her tongue, except the feeling was nowhere near her mouth. She yelped and whimpered, scrambling back only to bump her head against Samantha’s white wooden headboard. The sensation didn’t stop and she whined desperately, pushing blindly between her thighs only to get a double handful of silky white hair. Samantha poked her head up, eyes just visible past the curve of Nikki’s mons, those eyes flashing dangerously at being thwarted. The threatening look was only slightly diminished by the fact that she’d smeared some of Nikki’s juices all over her face.
        “Please,” Nikki said hoarsely. “It’s hurts.”
        Samantha’s expression softened and she drew back a little, her eyes moving down to stare at Nikki’s nethers with such intensity that she could nearly feel that, too.
        “I’m sorry,” Samantha said softly, the predator absent from her voice again. “Is it my tongue?”
        Nikki shook her head, nearly said something, then quickly realized that mentioning she had no complaints about Karen’s similarly rough tongue was probably a fatal mistake. She snapped her muzzle shut with an audible click, then started again.
        “It’s just too much,” she said simply. Her throat ached and the words were nearly a croak. Her cheeks slowly started to burn as she realized she must’ve been screaming in pleasure. There was no way the entire house hadn’t heard. Samantha seemed to sense what she was thinking, and her grin was predatory again.
        “Don’t be embarrassed,” she cooed. “We’ve barely started.”
        Nikki blanched as quickly as she’d blushed. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
        “Wh-what?”
        Samantha grinned even wider and Nikki shivered, watching as the tigress sinuously moved up from between her legs until they were nose to nose.
        “My mom finished explaining to your mom about how it’s ‘safe and perfectly healthy for young girls to explore together.’ There was some yelling, but your mom caved, and now. . .”
        Nikki’s cheeks burned hotly, just barely beginning to imagine the hell she’d pay when she got home when suddenly Samantha’s lips were on hers, her rough tongue shoving past her lips and exploring deeply. Instinctively, Nikki reached up, clutching lightly to Samantha’s back as her own taste mingled in her mouth from Samantha’s tongue. Despite the oversensitivity in her nethers, her body responded quickly, arching needfully as she sucked on the sandpaper tongue that dominated her mouth. She was panting by the time the tigress withdrew.
        “And now,” Samantha repeated, her voice huskier, “You’re all mine for three whole days.”