Ginger lingered toward the back of the class as they all shuffled through the large hanger style building while an engineer in an ill-fitting suit talked to them as if they were five. The building had looked secretive and promising from the outside, but she’d been disappointed to find the interior nearly empty save for a few jumbles of testing equipment scattered here and there. This was the fifth and final stop of her class’s field trip to various defense firms in Roosevelt City and Fort Perry, and she hadn’t seen a single missile or tank. 
        “Go to school, get a degree, work for the Army, blah blah blah,” Felicity droned, rolling her eyes.
        “Seriously,” Angie agreed, the squirrel’s long, fluffed tail twitching impatiently behind her. “Doesn’t this guy know we’ve heard this all day? Just once, I’d like to see something blow up!”
        Ginger bit her lip and didn’t say anything. It was no secret that she’d been excited about this trip all week. She didn’t want to be the type of person who complained about an opportunity like this. She wanted to be excited and interested. She just hadn’t expected the whole thing to be so. . .boring. 
        “Look,” Felicity giggled, nudging another student nearby. “Even the teacher’s pet is bored. What’s wrong, did your nose get tired of the teacher’s tail?”
        Ginger blushed, not turning to meet Felicity’s barbs as the arctic vixen laughed at her. No one laughed along with her, though. The students who volunteered for a nerdy field trip like this weren’t the kind of people Felicity usually hung out with, and Ginger got a little satisfaction from the fact that the students here probably liked her a little better than they did Felicity.
        Ginger felt the fur on the back of her neck prickle as Felicity suddenly drew up behind her. “Whatever. You’re just as bored as I am,” Felicity cooed in her ear, changing tactics so suddenly Ginger’s head spun. She tried to turn her body and step away, but Felicity grabbed her hips. “I know something we could do that’s way more fun.”
        The domineering hands on Ginger’s hips shifted and Felicity dug her fingers firmly into her butt. She swallowed a startled yelp, not wanting to cause a scene, and her cheeks burned bright red. She tried to pull away but Felicity was fast, catching her tail in a painful grip that kept her in place, groping her backside with the other hand.
        “Cut it out,” Angie said, stepping in to push Felicity’s shoulder. “Ginger’s not like that. You’re just embarrassing yourself.” 
        Ginger pulled herself away, discretely rubbing her backside. Felicity’s fingers had hurt. She shot the intervening squirrelgirl a grateful look, but Angie was looking up at the arctic vixen with an unreadable expression. Felicity clearly wasn’t done.
        “Not like what? Give me a break. She’s a bunny. She’ll take it anyway she can get it. Right, sexy?”
        Felicity made a crude gesture with her tongue and Ginger blushed and turned away, wishing more than anything that the vixen would move on to a different target. She hated being the center of attention. She felt like crawling under some equipment and hiding until the whole class forgot about her and moved on.
        “Not into girls,” Angie countered, spelling it out for Felicity in the same condescending tone the engineer was using to address the class. Ginger shrunk, silently wishing for Angie to stop championing her, but the squirrel was hardly paying her any attention. “You try to grope or proposition her every week. Even if you weren’t a disgusting bully about it, it still wouldn’t do you any good.”
        Ginger felt her dark red blush creeping down her lop ears. Angie had no idea how wrong she was. It wasn’t that Ginger wasn’t into girls. She was just only into one girl. Unconsciously, her eyes turned toward the front of the class to the only other long pair of rabbit ears among the students in Mrs. Hopewell’s science class. Nikki was near the front, ears swiveled toward the speaker, but eyes glued to her phone. Probably texting Sammy. Ginger felt jealousy bubbling up inside of her.
        “Not into girls, huh?” Felicity asked. “I think I’m just the wrong species. This little lop totally has a girlboner for that other bunny!”
        Ginger squeaked, mortified at Felicity’s accusation. Especially it’s accuracy. She hadn’t realized she’d been staring. Worse than that, though, she saw Nikki’s ears swivel in her direction. No one else in the class seemed to notice the exchange, but Ginger was certain that Nikki had figured out they were talking about her.
        Ginger panicked, looking away. Her face felt hot with her humiliation. Tears prickled the edges of her eyes. Her instincts kicked in. She couldn’t let Nikki see her. If she was out of sight, the other bunny would have no idea who Felicity was talking about, and her little crush would be safe. Before she could really think of what she was doing, her body did what bunnies did best. She bolted.
        Quick and quiet, she stole behind a large rack of equipment, and was able to dart from there to the wall farther away from the group. The engineer was still droning on. All she could think about was finding someplace to hide. She grabbed the handle of the first door she found and twisted it. Unlocked. She slipped inside, let the door close behind her, then slid down the wall to let herself cry.
        She hugged her legs to her chest, resting her forehead against her knees, letting the tears trickle down her cheeks without making a sound. Crying silently was a skill she’d long mastered. She could still feel her mother’s first hard slap when she’d cried over her dad leaving for yet another business trip two years ago. She’d never been so shocked in her life. She and her mother had always struggled together to cope with her dad’s long absences, but things had been different since that day. Her mother now relished the long stretches when her dad was gone, and beat the tears of loneliness out of Ginger whenever she dared shed them in her presence. In comparison, this was only a little cry. An embarrassment. Even the near humiliation she’d just felt was nothing like the longing she felt for the way her family had been before that fist slap.
        It was only a few moments before the door handle turned from the other side. Her tears dried up quickly, another reflex she’d developed. She instinctively raised her sleeve to wipe away the glistening tracks in her fur, but then remembered that it wasn’t actually her mother on the other side of the door, and decided to let the trails stand as they were.
        She looked up, expecting to see the exasperated but sympathetic face of Mrs. Hopewell, who had dealt with her crying fits before, or maybe even “Randy the Engineer,” the cute but hapless intern the company had tagged to lead the field trip. She hoped it wasn’t Randy. If he were there, she would be holding up the entire field trip, all for a stupid little cry. Nikki would be staring right at her, angry and confused, and the bunny would think she was nothing but an immature little crybaby.
        Neither Randy nor Mrs. Hopewell materialized. Instead, the door barely opened as Angie skirted through, dragging a reticent-looking Felicity behind her. She stared up at the unlikely pair in disbelief.
        “Well,” Angie said sternly, crossing her arms. “Go on.”
        Felicity looked around sheepishly, anywhere but at Angie or Ginger, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. It was an odd sight, the tiny squirrelgirl intimidating the lean, popular predator nearly a foot taller than her. Ginger stared up at the two of them in disbelief.
        “I’m sorry, okay?” Felicity said finally, looking at Ginger, then blushing and turning away. “I was just bored and I thought. . .I dunno what I thought. I’m sorry for embarrassing you.”
        Ginger looked between the two, confused and a little flattered. Felicity wasn’t one of the ‘rich kids,’ but she made no secret of the fact that her dad worked for one of the most influential names in the city. She was ‘popular,’ or at least far higher on the pecking order than Ginger was. And she was apologizing? To her?
        “Oh my god,” Ginger whispered, feeling her cheek redden as something clicked in her head. “You two are totally a couple!”
        Angie only giggled, but Felicity’s fast, intense blush confirmed Ginger’s suspicions. It was the only thing that explained the rodentgirl’s curious power over Felicity, not to mention the subtle hurt Ginger had thought she’d imagined in Angie’s voice when she’d admonished Felicity for groping her.
        “Just, like, keep quiet about it okay?” Felicity said, sounding humiliated. Ginger blinked, looking at Angie questioningly.
        “She’s popular, and I’m not,” Angie said easily, not sounding offended at all, as if she were humoring Felicity. “And she’s not popular enough to make me popular, so I let her keep it a secret.”
        “Let her. . .?” Ginger asked cautiously.
        Angie giggled. “Uh huh.” She looked up at Felicity, and the feral gleam in the squirrel’s eye shocked Ginger more than anything. “Say it,” Angie whispered dangerously.
        “Th-thank you, Miss Angie,” Felicity whispered submissively.
        Ginger gasped and slapped her hands to her mouth to cover her surprised giggle. The popular, aggressive arctic fox was a sub? To a rodent? It was so deliciously scandalous Ginger could hardly contain herself. And, cast in this new light, both the squirrelgirl and her popular sub were suddenly far more attractive to her. She blushed a little at this realization and stood up hurriedly.
        “Didn’t anyone see us run off?” Ginger asked. “We should probably go back before anyone misses us.”
        “I don’t think anyone saw,” Angie started.
        “No way,” Felicity interjected. “I dunno about you two, but I’m not going anywhere.” Felicity pointed at the door.
        Ginger hadn’t noticed until now that the door she’d slipped through had a large window in it, except it was covered over by a large poster. With the light from the other side, she could easily read the backwards letters that warned people on the other side of the door. “RESTRICTED AREA Authorized Personnel Only.”
        “Oh,” Ginger whispered, her eyes wide.
        Angie frowned. “If it’s so restricted, why’s the door unlocked?”
        “Who cares? This must be where they keep all the cool stuff,” Felicity was practically bouncing with excitement.
        Ginger shook her head, suddenly nervous. She couldn’t risk being caught trespassing in a restricted area. She wasn’t sure how exactly security clearances worked, but that sounded like the sort of thing that would make the government refuse to give you one over. She’d be sabotaging her own career before she even started high school. 
        “We should go back before anyone finds us back here!” she squeaked.
        “No way,” Felicity said again. “I mean, if they’re gonna catch us, we’re already in trouble for being back here at all. We might as well make it worth it.”
        Worried, Ginger appealed to Angie, but the squirrel was biting her lower lip and looked excited. Ginger groaned and Angie reached out and snatched her hand.
        “C’mon! Even you were saying how boring Randy is,” the rodent jerked her thumb toward the door as Felicity grabbed her other hand.
        “It’ll be an adventure!”
        Just like that, Ginger found herself dragged away down the hall by the newly revealed couple. She glanced over her shoulder toward the closed door, worried about the consequences when they were found missing.
        Angie lead the way with a fearless, confident attitude that never showed in the classroom. The squirrel was typically quiet and though she wasn’t exactly timid, neither was she assertive. Now that it was just the three of them, she was completely different, and the looks she shot Felicity when the vixen disagreed with her made Ginger shiver just to witness them.
        The initial excitement of breaking the rules waned quickly as it became more and more obvious that this hallway was no different than any random hallway in any random office building. The walls were decorated in precise intervals with framed photos of significant places or events, outdated tactical imagery from overseas missions, and the occasional plaque or technology model. The doors they passed were almost all offices, and uniformly empty and locked, with windows in the doors granting a peek into their mundane purpose.
        “Hey, d’you hear that?” Angie said, her large ears swiveling forward.
        Ginger perked her ears as well. She could hear the dull drone of something mechanical and big. Angie squeezed her hand tighter and pulled her forward, leaving Felicity to pad along behind.
        “Hear what?” the vixen asked.
        “I dunno. Something working though,” Ginger said, turning a corner as the heavy thrum grew louder.
        Angie pinpointed the source a moment before Ginger did and the three girls huddled around a closed door, noses pressed to the window. The glass was cold and the hum was so heavy the door rattled faintly in its jam.
        “. . .dammit,” Angie muttered as they all spied the room’s contents. Rack after rack of black, monolithic servers, their faces twinkling with green, blue, red, and orange lights like a room filled with alien Christmas trees. The deep thrum was from a massive cooling unit in the back. As they watched, an employee in a parka moved between two towering racks into view and they squeaked in alarm and ducked to either side of the door.
        Ginger giggled. “That’s no missile launcher.”
        Angie sighed and pouted.
        “Maybe it’s a missile launcher, um, control? System?” Felicity piped in hopefully. Her optimism didn’t carry too far though, and all three girls sighed.
        “This is worse than Randy,” Ginger said sourly.
        “No kidding,” Felicity agreed. “Where is everyone, anyway?”
        “It’s Friday,” Angie said. “My dad works for a place kinda like this one, and he works longer days so he can take Fridays off. He says there’s only a handful of people in the office before the weekend.”
        “Oh,” Ginger said, peering down either side of the empty hallway.
        “That would sure be lucky for us. . .if there were actually something to see here.”
        Ginger looked at Angie, ready to suggest they head back to the rest of the group. She sure hoped the squirrel knew the way back to the hangar, because she was dead lost, even though they’d only taken a few turns. Ginger stopped before asking though, because Angie had her head tilted to one side and her ears perked. She was grinning that dangerous, feral smile she got when she looked at Felicity. Ginger pricked her own ears, reaching up to move one lopped end out of the way to try and hear better, but she couldn’t detect a thing over the thrum of the heavy duty A/C unit behind her.
        “Come on,” Angie said, suddenly eager. “I think I found our excitement!”
        Ginger squeaked curiously, but Felicity didn’t hesitate, obeying her girlfriend with a willing urgency. Angie darted down the hall deeper into the building, dragging Felicity by the hand, leaving Ginger to hurry along behind. Once they rounded the next corner, the A/C’s hum grew more distant and Ginger was easily able to hear what had drawn Angie’ attention. She skidded to a halt.
        “Angie!” she hissed, blushing. The couple turned, the rodentgirl grinning wickedly.
        “Come on!” Angie urged her, cheeks rosy.
        “No!”
        “What is it?” Felicity asked, confused, her ears swiveling in the direction Angie had been leading her. “What do you guys hear?”
        “Excitement!” Angie giggled, bouncing on the balls of her feet, eager.
        “That’s one word for it,” Ginger said, rolling her eyes and blushing deeper.
        “You guys are not being fair,” Felicity said with a pout. 
        Angie left the vixen’s side to come to Ginger’s, still grinning. She leaned in and whispered softly, “Come on. What’s a peek gonna hurt? Listen. It’s a girl, too. Let’s go watch before she’s done!”
        Ginger blushed as Felicity watched the pair of them, pouting at being left out of the secret and looking a little jealous at the sudden intimacy between her girlfriend and Ginger. Ginger couldn’t help it. Her ears lifted a little and swiveled, soaking in the faint, wet sound that was punctuated by cute, frustrated little grunts of a feminine voice. Unbidden, her mind conjured an image of Nikki, eyes squeezed shut, arms disappearing down into a nude body she didn’t quite have the imagination to picture. Ginger blushed bright red, squeezing her thighs together as the pace of the sounds accelerated.
        “Let’s go,” Angie whispered low and sharp, making Ginger shiver. The rodentgirl tugged her arm and she found herself no longer resisting, automatically obeying someone who expected to be obeyed. 
        Angie led them both by the hand around another corner, then slowed and slinked up to the only door down this hallway with a light shining from within. The door was open, but only barely, as if someone had kicked it closed with a hair too little force. The white fur of Felicity’s cheeks turned pink as the sounds on the other side of the door became distinct. As they had at the server room, the three girls lined up carefully at the window looking into the office.
        The office within was just like any of the dozen empty ones they’d seen already. Small and windowless, with just enough room for a desk and a couple of chairs. A whiteboard dominated the wall behind the desk, covered in scribbles that may as well have been in Greek for all Ginger could make of them. The desk held three monitors, two which had been twisted vertically, a laptop, and a docked tablet. The electronics would have hidden the person behind the desk if she’d been working. Instead, the long, lean genet woman was tilted back in her chair at a precarious angle, one bare foot braced against the desk’s edge, head pressed against the whiteboard behind her.
        The 30-something engineer wasn’t a woman, in fact, but a hermaphrodite. She had both hands shoved under the desk where Ginger couldn’t see, but the tip of her cock bobbed just visible over the edge of the desk, while both hands, out of sight, seemed to be occupied with her other genitalia.
        “Oh fuck,” Felicity whispered, squirming. The window was narrow, so all three girls were pressed in close against one another to see, and Ginger shivered at the sensation of the fascinated vixen’s body squirming against hers.
        “Oh, fuck!” came a soft groan from inside the door as the herm gritted her teeth, arms growing more agitated. Ginger whined faintly, frustrated that she couldn’t see what those animated hands were doing. Any thoughts of running off back to the group were forgotten. Her own pussy ached in sympathy. She wanted desperately to watch this herm get herself off.
        She barely felt the other two girls moving on either side of her, but she couldn’t help wiggling in between them as the temperature around her rose, hormones surging as the three of them watched the mostly-hidden show on the other side of the glass, their ears treated to the wet sounds of fingers plunging into lips and eager little squeaks as the woman grew more and more agitated.
        Staring at the brief glimpses of pink flesh as the herm’s neglected shaft swayed in and out of view behind the desk, it wasn’t until Ginger’s nose picked up a new, close scent that she reeled her attention back to this side of the window. The new scent, sweet and clean, was filling her nose, and now that she was paying attention, she could her Felicity’s soft squeaks joining the engineer’s. She looked down, realizing Angie was pressed against her, arms wrapped around Ginger to reach Felicity. The vixen had her panties around her ankles, pink and visibly wet, and Angie’ hand was obscured by the girl’s fashionable skirt.
        Ginger blushed deeply, suddenly embarrassed and shy all over again. For a brief second, her bolting instinct returned. But then, on the other side of the window, her wish came true.
        “Yessssss,” the genet squealed, and everything else faded out of Ginger’s awareness until it was just her and the stranger, the hissed exclamation so intimate she imagined it being whispered into her ear. The woman’s hips bucked, granting Ginger’s wide eyes the briefest glimpse of a finger-stuffed snatch as she came.
        Ginger’s eyes flicked up as the genet’s butt thumped down into the chair again, wanting to see the woman’s face as she came. Piercing blue eyes stared right back at her. Ginger opened her mouth in shock but couldn’t make a sound. She stared, feeling completely exposed as the woman stared right back at her, the eye contact deeply intense and unwavering as the woman came hard staring directly into Ginger’s eyes.
        Ginger shuddered, desperately trying to suck in a breath as her knees buckled and her wet cunny twitched, a quick orgasm tearing unexpectedly through her body and making her moan in time with the older woman. She blushed, hips trembling, wanting desperately to run and hide, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the the intense stare. Felicity’s breath quickened in her ear, and just as the woman in the office was settling down, the tall vixen began to cum as she leaned in against Ginger’s side, hips bucking on Angie’ fingers. Against her other hip, Ginger rocked against her, a hot lump pressing against Ginger’s thigh that seemed out of place but not important enough to consider at the moment.
        The genet held her gaze and lifted a hand that glistened in the harsh, flourescent light of the office. She lowered her foot off the desk and sat up in her chair, leaning forward toward Ginger over her desk. Then, slowly, she opened her mouth and slid one wet finger past her lips, suckling her own juices off of it without ever breaking eye contact with Ginger.
        “Come on!” Angie whispered harshly, snapping Ginger’s attention back to their side of the glass. “Before she sees us.”
        Felicity’s panties were back on and the two girls were no longer pressed against her body. Then why did she still feel so hot?
        “Uh. . .” Ginger stammered, trying to collect her wits.
        “You’re in a classified, secure area,” came a new, husky voice from beyond the door. All three girls froze as if struck into stasis by the voice. Felicity’s eyes widened with fear.
        “Depending on the judge, that could be a felony, juvenile or not,” the genet continued. A new sound joined the husky voice, a deep, satisfied purr. Then, “Come in here. Now.”
        All the easy confidence Ginger had seen in Angie’ face drained away, and she scurried just as obediently as the other two girls into the woman’s office. The engineer had stood from her desk and walked around it. She leaned against its front as she waited for them, her face stern but patient. As the three girls shuffled sheepishly into her office, Ginger’s eyes fell to the woman’s waist. A pair of thoroughly-worn jeans had been left unzipped, and the woman’s erect shaft bobbed against her t-shirt in time to her pulse, on vulgar display for the girls. Ginger swallowed, breathless, as she stared at the smooth shaft, the first erect penis she’d ever seen in real life. She could feel her arousal trickling down her inner thighs.
        “Close the door,” the woman whispered coolly, and Ginger shut it obediently. The woman smiled, and her purr thrummed in approval, remarkably loud.
        “Good,” she cooed. “Now, you three little things are going to do exactly what I tell you. If you do, I’ll make sure you get back to your class and no one will have any idea you three were skulking around like traitorous spies. Do you understand?”
        Ginger glanced nervously to her side. Felicity, cheeks pink and eyes glued to the genet’s long, slender cock, bobbed her head readily. Angie was a little hesitant, but Ginger could see that her breath was shallow and her eyes shone with curious excitement. The rodent only hesitated a moment before nodding.
        Ginger, blushing, turned back to the genet, only to find the woman’s piercing eyes pinning her. The intensity of the gaze took her breath away, and she numbly felt her head slowly nodding her consent.
        “Good,” the genet whispered, barely audible. With her eyes still drilling into Ginger’s, she continued, “Now, strip the cute little bunny for me.”
        Ginger yelped softly with surprise, and turned toward her two classmates just as their hands found her. Felicity caught the waistband of her jeans and jerked her toward them and Ginger squealed in alarm as she felt the vixen’s hands doing more than just going for her clothes. Her fingers grabbed and squeezed Ginger’s body, gentler than the rough threat she’d issued earlier, but more insistent now, squeezing her butt and slipping between her thighs to rub her there before sliding up again to tease under her tail, which made Ginger squeak and lift up on her tiptoes.
        By contrast, Angie’ hands were much more gentle, fingertips slipping under her babydoll shirt to stroke at the fur of her belly and back. Both girls took their time actually stripping her, taking the luxury of a few moments to explore the bunny’s body. Then her jeans were suddenly looser, the denim sliding down her thighs just as Angie forced her arms up over her head, sliding the teal shirt up off her body. She trembled, wanting desperately to protest, but the woman’s casual threat frightened her much more than she wanted to let on. Being caught here could cost her the entire career she hoped for. She wasn’t willing to risk that.
        And besides, part of her whispered, the part that was arching her body into the lingering touches both of her classmates were stealing across her body, she was enjoying herself.
        She yelped as Felicity’s rough fingers grabbed her ass again. A finger pressed between her cheeks and Ginger fell forward in surprise as the vixen pushed her panties under her tail to tease her tailhole. She clutched Angie to keep from falling over, whimpering in confusion at the foreign sensation. The panties were jerked down off her hips a moment later, leaving her standing in the middle of the office, nude down to her socks.
        Ginger regained her balance and stood, turning to face the woman, her knees trembling. The genet still leaned casually against her desk, watching with those intense eyes, one hand wrapped around her cock and slowly stroking herself as her purr filled the room. As Ginger stared, the woman’s stroke made precum seep out of the tip, and the shaft of her cock glistened as the next stroke smeared the sticky liquid down her flesh.
        “So wet,” the woman whispered slowly, her voice quavering slightly. For a moment, Ginger was confused and thought she was referring to the small amount of precum she was smearing on herself. Then Ginger squeezed her thighs together, and realized she meant her. Her cunny was even wetter than when she masturbated and arousal dribbled down her fur in little rivulets. Breathing in, she could smell her own scent heavy in the room, overpowering the woman’s own.
        The four of them were still for a long moment as genet stared at Ginger’s slender body and Ginger stood entranced by the motion of the woman’s hand on her cock. Angie and Felicity were taut with excitement on either side of Ginger, practically panting in her ear.
        When the woman’s eyes finally slid away from Ginger, she felt like she could breathe again. She watched as the woman’s eyes moved rapaciously over Angie’ and Felicity’s bodies. The older woman grinned sweetly then stood up straight, stepping toward them. She bent slowly in a way that seemed to take forever with her body being so long and sinuous, and Ginger’s eyes widened at the way her body moved within her snug t-shirt. Every motion of the woman’s body was casually erotic, and it sent tingles through the little bunny’s body.
        Then, the genet’s face was in front of hers, and Ginger gasped in surprise just in time to suck the woman’s invading tongue into her muzzle. She made a muffled squeak and instinctively moved to take a half-step back, but the woman’s hand was there, cupping the back of her head and holding her easily in place as the genet’s tongue raped her mouth.
        The wet muscle pulled out from between her lips as quickly as it had arrived, just as Ginger had been starting to love the sensation. She whimpered instinctively, leaning up as if to catch the kiss again, but the genet only giggled and inched her head back, clearly enjoying Ginger’s obvious desire.
        “Show me how you fuck that sweet little vixen,” the woman whispered, and Ginger looked up to see her eyes locked on Angie’. “And you, come with me.” The intense gaze moved back to Ginger’s eyes, and she merely nodded dumbly as the genet tickled a finger under her chin and guided her by it.
        The engineer’s sinuous body slumped into her computer chair behind the desk, her glistening pink cock poking up proudly from her lap. Long-fingered hands snatched Ginger’s hips, making her squeak softly. The touch wasn’t rough and greedy like Felicity’s, nor teasing and reverent like Angie’. The woman’s hands were firm, possessive, and secure. Ginger was hers, and the woman knew it.
        Ginger was pulled easily into the woman’s lap and she shivered as she felt the hot flesh of that cock slide against the bare curve of her ass. It bent, then sprang straight again up between Ginger’s lithe legs as the woman settled her young body in her lap, Ginger’s back to the woman’s chest, with firm, certain hands keeping her legs spread enough to make her feel exposed.
        The woman reached past her and made three quick keystrokes on her computer. Ginger saw a brief flash of pornography as the monitors glowed to life again before the window was minimized and a new one sprang up. She gasped as the image of Angie and Felicity filled the largest of the three screens. Another keystroke, and a red circle began blinking in the corner of the window. Ginger stared as, a few feet away, Angie ended her kiss with the vixen and then roughly pushed Felicity down to her knees, their movements mirrored a quarter of a second later on the computer screen. 
        “I’ll make a copy for you, too, sweet doe,” the woman whispered in her ear. Ginger shivered, the intimate whisper eliciting a curious sensation of deja vu as Ginger recalled the woman’s orgasm, and the way her hissed exclamation had seemed to be just for her. “So you have something to remember me by. By the way, when you want to scream out my name, it’s Chloe.”
        With that, Chloe leaned back in the chair until it was propped against the wall again, and her fingers trailed slowly up Ginger’s wet inner thighs, traveling at an excruciatingly slow pace that made Ginger tremble and spread her legs lewdly. She stared as Felicity urgently struggled with Angie’ jeans. A second later, a pretty pink cock sprang out of the squirrel’s pants, and Ginger gasped in surprise. Angie heard the sound, glancing over at her and blushing as her second secret of the day was revealed. The embarrassed glance only lasted a second before the rodentgirl’s eyes closed in response to Felicity sliding her mouth over the stiff member, making Angie mewl out in delight.
        Ginger moaned quietly as Chloe’s hands started moving more aggressively.. Fingers tickled over Ginger’s lightly furred cunny lips, and her other hand slid up Ginger’s body, finding the stiff nubs hidden in the fur of her chest. Ginger whimpered with pleasure, her body arching all on its own as the woman did for her everything her hands did for herself in the privacy of her own room. Each sensation was much more intense when it was the gentle caress of a stranger, and her whole body trembled with her need to orgasm, a peak that constantly felt only a few firm strokes away. But Chloe withheld those swift, sure strokes that would topple her over the edge, teasing her instead, prodding her arousal to new heights.
        Angie pushed Felicity again, more roughly this time, and the vixen fell back the floor with a thud, the tall vixen looking up at the little rodentgirl who now towered over her supine body with demure but eager eyes. Angie knelt and Ginger gasped as the little squirrel’s hands roughly grabbed Felicity’s hips, turning the taller girl over onto her hands and knees. There was no awkwardness in the rodentgirl’s movements as she flipped the vixen’s skirt up to reveal her bare ass, then firmly grasped her hips with both hands. They’d done this several times before, Ginger realized, gasping in sympathy with Felicity as the rodentgirl penetrated her to the hilt with a single rough pull on her body, the squirrel’s hips smacking against the vixen’s backside audibly.
        Ginger cried out in alarm a second later at a foreign sensation that was nothing like her late night self-indulgences. Chloe had grabbed one of her slender thighs in one firm hand, and was positioning herself with the other. The hot tip of the genet’s cock splayed Ginger’s immature lips, and the bunny could feel hot precum seeping onto her flesh, coating the tight little hole hidden there. She blushed hotly as both Angie’ and Felicity’s eyes turned toward her, drawn by the sound and watching with hungry lust as Chloe prepared to penetrate her. 
        An inch slid inside of her and she cried out again, whimpering softly and clenching her teeth. The woman’s member was so much bigger than any of Ginger’s exploring little fingers, and she felt tight and stretched. The sound of furred flesh thumping together filled Ginger’s ears, mingling with the shaky, shallow breath of the genet, her friends fucking with increased vigor as they watched her cunny get stretched for the first time.
        “N-no,” Ginger whispered in alarm, part of her panicking as the entire situation seemed to clarify for her consciousness for the first time. The genet bit her ear and she yelped, the firm hand on her thigh spreading her wider while another hand rolled a stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger, making her shiver.
        “Tell me to fuck you,” Chloe whispered in her ear, biting her again. Ginger groaned, body shuddering and her slick little cunny twitching, squeezing around the cock that was barely penetrating her.
        “Fuck me!” she gasped without hesitation, despite her protest a second earlier. 
        “Yes!” Felicity squealed in front of her, and Ginger’s eyes fluttered open to see Angie’ fingers tighten on the vixen’s hips. The squirrel bent over the taller girl’s body, hips driving rapidly into her body. Both girls were watching her, staring, wanting to see her fucked.
        Ginger tensed instinctively as Chloe’s fingers dug into her thigh and the woman rolled her hips up hard. Ginger felt herself slide down the smooth shaft, felt her body stretch to accommodate, then grow suddenly as taut as a guitar string. Chloe’s thrust snapped that tension mercilessly and Ginger hissed out at the intense flash of pain as her hymen was taken. Chloe didn’t give her even as much as the space of a breath to adjust. Her body rose as the genet thrust upward, but those firm hands were on her hips, pulling her down, and even as the vestiges of pain lingered, she felt pleasure explode inside of her as her butt was pulled roughly down to meet Chloe’s hips, the full length of that shaft shoved inside of her.
        Chloe’s other hand moved quickly, encircling her body as Ginger came hard and wild, the woman’s firm grip keeping her in place. She squealed helplessly as she surged with ecstacy, her stuffed cunny squeezing fiercely around the thing shoved inside of her, milking it as her hips squirmed and bucked.
        Chloe held her firmly in place, and in the space of another breath, Ginger felt suddenly empty as the woman’s body drew away from hers. Her vision hazed as her orgasm intensified in the next second as Chloe thrust inside, filling her once again. Ginger opened her mouth but no sound came out of her as she bucked in the woman’s lap, riding a wave of hot, intense pleasure as she was slowly and firmly fucked.
        Some sound drew her eyes back to Angie. The pretty, spotted rodent’s eyes met hers as her hips drove forward, hard enough to rock Felicity’s body, knocking her off her hands so her shoulders hit the ground. Ginger stared into the squirrelgirl’s eyes as her jaw clenched and she rutted hard into Felicity’s upturned backside. Ginger arched, her body rocked as Chloe slammed her own cock up inside her in time with Angie’ thrust, but Ginger didn’t squeeze her eyes shut. She watched as primal lust clouded the squirrel’s eyes, and in Ginger’s mind, she imagined white ropes of cum shooting out of her cock and pouring into Felicity’s body. It was a much more erotic thought than the typical ending to the few videos Ginger had found, where the seed was simply spilled onto some actress’s face.
        Angie’ gaze broke as the orgasm gripped her tighter and she laid her body atop Felicity’s, hips pounding into her lover arhythmically as she pumped her full of the last of her spunk.
        “F-fuck! Oh! Chloe!” Ginger heard someone say. It was her own voice, pulled out of her lips as the woman drove her hips up hard, so rough that Ginger thought for sure she should be in pain, but she could only feel the intense pops of ecstasy in her belly, each stroke more intense than even her best self-induced orgasm. Chloe’s hands tightened, and Ginger could feel hot points where the woman’s claws lightly pierced her skin. The woman both growled and purred in her ear and then harshly drove up into her little body one last time.
        Ginger’s eyes widened with alarm. She could feel the woman’s shaft thickening inside her, the hard thrust shoving the tip of her cock uncomfortably against something firm and immovable within Ginger’s body. She felt like she would burst, as if she were about to be stretched in two.
        Then the heat came, jetting out of the thing jammed inside her, painting her belly and filling her womb, hotter inside her than the mouthful of whiskey Ginger had swallowed on a dare. It kept coming, too, filling her again and again, hot seed pumping into her and spilling out of her lewdly stretched little hole. Ginger looked down at her own splayed legs and watched in fascination as the protruding base of Chloe’s cock throbbed in huge pulses and white cream drooled messily out of her cunny. She gritted her teeth, the vulgar sight alone enough to make her body shake with another intense orgasm, and her eyes watched the lips of her cunny contract around the shaft inside her, and for several moments, no more of Chloe’s seed spilled out as her body pulled it deeper inside of her.
        Warm and sated, Ginger lay limply in Chloe’s lap, cunny stuffed full of half-hard cock for some stretch of time that had no meaning. Slowly, she began to ache. A portion of the heat in her belly turned into a faint, throbbing pain where her virginity had been roughly stolen. Soon, her entire nethers began to ache in pulsing time, inexperienced muscles stretched too far and sensitive places rubbed raw by the rough fucking she’d asked for. She blushed deeply, remembering the words she’d cried out at Chloe’s bidding. 
        Only a few seconds after she’d begun to ache, Chloe’s firm hands took a far gentler hold of her body and lifted her off the lap. Ginger blushed deeper and the lewd sound made by their uncoupling, and when she was set on her feet she squeaked in alarm and squeezed her legs together as seed poured out of her empty, stretched hole.
        “Behind the door,” Chloe hissed. Ginger and Felicity turned dull stares to the woman, too sated to understand. Luckily, Angie still had enough presence of mind to grab both their hands and drag them to the wall by Chloe’s door even as the engineer was tucking her flaccid cock back into her jeans.
        Angie squeaked with alarm and darted down to scoop Ginger’s clothes off the floor just as the door opened. Felicity slapped a hand over Ginger’s mouth before the nude bunny could squeak with surprise. Her eyes widened with fear as she heard Randy stride into the room in the clunky combat-style boots that accented just how ridiculous his suit was. In the hallway, she could hear her classmates milling about, only a few spilling into the small office, all of them sensing the tour was nearly over and clearly eager to leave. Ginger, meanwhile, stood completely naked mere inches away, hidden only by the open door that someone was leaning against, pushing the cool wood into Ginger’s nude body.
        Angie thrust the clothes into Ginger’s hands as they heard Chloe stand up and begin explaining her job to the students. Ginger wriggled into her babydoll easily enough, but her jeans were far more troublesome, especially because seed kept pouring lewdly out of her body whenever she lifted her knee to slip into the jean leg. 
        Mrs. Hopewell was starting to speak just as Ginger buttoned her fly.
        “Everyone, let’s thank Miss Chloe and especially our gracious guide Randy for their time today. Everyone please step out into the hall so we can do a headcount before Randy shows us back to the bus.”
        Angie and Felicity meandered their way out into the hallway with ease. Ginger, feigning interest in the arcane scribbles on Chloe’s whiteboard, wandered closer to the desk to discretely step back into her shoes. Her panties, however, were nowhere to be found. Other students milled about in the office for a moment, too, a few stopping by Randy or Chloe to ask questions, so Ginger didn’t draw any special attention.
        Ginger felt a familiar, firm touch slide down her arm, but she managed not to make a sound. Chloe wasn’t even facing her. The woman was leaning forward with genuine-seeming interest as another student asked about her college degree. Behind her back, Chloe squeezed Ginger’s hand, and Ginger curled her fingers around the objects she felt pressed there, then scurried out into the hallway to find Angie and Felicity.
        The couple was huddled close together to one side of the rest of the students, heads bent together, whispering. Ginger wanted to join them, but she suddenly felt like she would be intruding. Both girls glanced her way, smiled, and blushed, but she still didn’t feel like she would be welcomed, and neither one of them beckoned to her before turning their attention back to one another.
        So she simply stood by herself aside from the other students, leaning against a corner where Mrs. Hopewell would see her. She turned to one side, keeping her hand around the corner and out of the view of the other students to examine what Chloe had slipped her. The first item was a business card. She turned it over to find another number scribbled on the back, presumably Chloe’s personal cell phone. She blushed at the warm feeling possessing that number gave her, wild fantasies briefly playing out in her imagination. The second item excited her just as much: a small thumbdrive still warm from being pulled out of a computer.