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https://inkbunny.net/cainesart for helping with final editing and providing the original image where this thumbnail comes from.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The first story of Cylvan Ayase and Rosalyn Elliott and how they started their romantic relationship.

Kinks-wise, it's fairly vanilla it's only the introduction of my story and gets you a rough idea of what the universe is like, there's A LOT more to come still over time.

Enjoy!

I'd like thank my buddy Cainesart https://inkbunny.net/cainesart for helping with final editing and providing the original image where this thumbnail comes from.", "writing": "Cylvan Ayase was an oddity of a creature in this world; the product of some new experiments to take the sciences that created Therianthropes all those many years ago to the next level. They were, of course, stopped very quickly, but much of the work has still been done and the legacy of it remained, living in society as curiosities or in some extreme cases, freaks.\n\nThe feline was born with a unique and strange coat of bright pink fur that many believe is a dye job, but it is very much her natural coat. She’s a further oddity being a computer engineering major at the very young and tender age of only fourteen, having graduated high school at the end of the previous year and having moved to a college dorm and living off the scholarship offered to her. All of this is despite the fact she was orphaned very early in her life and grew up in the harsh realities of the foster system.\n\nAll that history is a story for another time however. This is a story of the here and now, and right now, little Cylvan is in distress.\n\n“Nrg! Myah! Why!? Why always on my... Nrah! Always on my damn birthday!” That was the sound of the piping, squeaking voice coming from an isolated dorm room. Inside, Cylvan was struggling to relax on her bed, her body writhing with discomfort as she tried desperately to treat a growing tension in her abdomen.\n\nThe nude cat that just turned fifteen a few hours ago was curled up with the covers, her hand buried deeply between her legs. Her digits worked diligently at her nether lips, stimulating the flesh as best they could, but it was barely enough. She squirmed around with hips bucking; all the while she bit firmly at her lower lip to stop herself from moaning out too loudly. Her fingers plunged deep, looking for the right spot to stimulate and help her get a reprieve from her animalistic instincts just long enough to pass the day.\n\nShe kept going, trying harder, moving faster, then slowly but steadily, the sensations built up inside her body. The muscles tensed, her spine arched forwards and she gasped out deeply as a small orgasm rocked her body. Cylvan shuddered for a few moments to let the feeling pass and she finally managed to relax, catching her breath as she sprawled out over the bed, panting.\n\nShe closed her eyes for a few minutes to let her head clear, chest heaving up and down with every breath. “Bah! I don’t wanna deal with today. It's really going be kak.” She mumbled to herself dejectedly while forcing herself to sit up and stretch out, twisting her neck around to work out the kinks with a few loud cracks and pops.\n\nShe sat on the edge of the bed and examined the small room. It was cluttered and messy - the way she liked it - except for the desk, pristine and clear save for the desktop computer at one end of it. She looked across from the dresser and over to an open door leading into a small washroom with a shower, basin and toilet. The girl nodded and with determination, threw herself to her feet and waddled over to the bathroom to clean up.\n\nMoments later she came back out with a pale green towel draped across her shoulders, ruffling her head and face with it to help dry out her long pink hair before making her way to stand in front of an unusually strong floor fan to finish the job. She enjoyed the wild wind across her face and a humming purr filled the room as her ears and long, slender tail fluttered around. A few minutes of this and it left her fur standing up with a comical amount of fluff and her hair hanging over her shoulders with random curls and split ends.\n\nCylvan made her way over to the dresser and looked at it, thinking carefully. “Won’t be a good idea to wear my suit today.” She mumbled to herself, referring to one of her prouder, but otherwise secret creations. Pulling open a drawer, she grabbed a pair of plain, sky-blue panties and a matching bra, lifting her legs and slipping on the underwear one foot at a time before wrapping the small cupped brassiere around her upper waist and turning it around to slide the straps over her shoulders.\n\nPushing the drawer shut again, she went over to the closet and found herself a modest beige blouse and a long, grey-plaid skirt, putting them on and finding her favourite footwear.\n\nShe slipped on a pair of white socks before reaching for a set of military issue boots, purchased cheap from a thrift store earlier that year, sliding in her pawed feet and taking her time to meticulously thread the laces and tie them off.\n\nCylvan got up, grabbed her bag, and stood in front of the door heading out to the hallway. She took a deep sighing breath. “Another day, another lesson, another grade.” She whispered out, shaking her head and heading out into the world with her mind full of wandering thoughts she'd rather not be thinking.\n\nThe first class was uneventful, it was just a rehash of a subject Cylvan had learned by herself a while ago and she spent most of the class doodling on her tablet absently, but still listening carefully and registering every word to memoryto make into notes later. Afterwards, she made her way towards the empty art room to meet up with a friend, just like they had arranged the previous day. Opening the door slowly, Cylvan peeked inside, with her ears folded flat against her head, only perking up again when she spotted her friend, Rosalyn, sitting on the edge of the lecturer’s desk.\n\nRosa was six-three tall, and looked like a snow white wolf. Her fiery red hair contrasted sharply with her pristine white fur. Her attire was business professional;with a form-fitting black skirt with golden-yellow pinstripes, a matching sleeveless waist coat hugging her bust that did more to accentuate the size of her breasts than to hide them with any sort of modesty, and an off-white cream blouse beneath that. Rosalyn and Cylvan both had bright green eyes that seemed almost identical, sometimes they joked that they were sisters. They were very close friends and sometimes it seemed like they were indeed sisters.\n\nRosalyn was the investor originally responsible for giving Cylvan her scholarship, and she often needed to check up with the girl and make sure she was living up to expectations as demanded by her work. Despite the seemingly negative connotations of the position, the two managed to become friends. In her own field, Rosalyn was a very successful business woman; she was strong and confident and used that to her advantage to rise up in the corporate ranks, and ended up as the head of her own corporate division before she even hit her thirties. \n\nSplintered Star Technologies was a firm with its main branch dealing in the development and manufacture of military hardware, but also earned a fair profit from trading specialised computer hardware and software in the civilian market, though usually things adapted from older, declassified military projects.\n\nThe woman’s expression brightened as she saw little Cylvan peek in and gave her an excited wave, gesturing her over. The girl complied with a smile as Rosalyn got up. They both hugged each other for a moment and Rosa smiled down at her friend.\n\n“Happy birthday, Pink Panther!” She announced cheerily, using a teasing nickname that Cylvan was rather fond of.\n\n“Eee! Thank you!” Cylvan peeped out and smiled widely, then looked with a crooked eyebrow as Rosa started digging around in her handbag. “I got you a little gift.” Rosalyn said just as she produced a small box embellished with the name of an expensive jewellery brand. Cylvan’s eyes grew wide at the sight as the insides of her ears turned a deeper shade of red, showing how much she was blushing; she tried to hide it by folding them flat to the sides of her head, but that by itself gave away what she was hiding.\n\nThe white wolf practically shoved the box into Cylvan’s hands and the girl couldn’t do anything else but open it and look inside. The silver necklace and the teardrop pendant shone in the feline’s glistening green eyes, reflected off those jewelled irises, while her jaw dropped slightly in awe. “I know money’s a little tight for you, but I think every cute girl needs something pretty like this. It’s for you. I hope you like it.” Rosalyn explained while smiling warmly and expectantly at the girl, waiting for her to try it on.\n\nWithout a word Cylvan tugged at the dainty silver chain to free it from the velvet-covered cardboard brace that held it in place, and then suddenly found herself with her hands too full to carry on. This confused her a little bit. Rosalyn smirked and took the box from the girl, as if knowing exactly what Cylvan was thinking, and it left the girl free to take both ends of the necklace and pull them around her neck, pushing her hair out of the way and fiddling around behind her neck to try and clasp it. She wasn’t too experienced with even this simple little task most women could do in a heartbeat; she’d never really worn much jewellery besides earrings.\n\nThe woman smirked again and set the box down inside her handbag again before gesturing for Cylvan to turn around. With a skewed smile, the girl complied and pulled her hair to the side while handing the chain over. Rosalyn let the pendant rest on Cylvan’s chest while she pulled the silver chain to trace lines over her collar and neckline, then bringing the tiny latch and ring together and locking one into the other.\n\nStanding so close to the young, heated kitten made Rosalyn's nose flare, the distinctive scent being read like a book by that canine sense of smell. Even while the figurative book was scribbled over by the perfumed shampoo and soap trying, but failing, to preserve innocent Cylvan's modesty. Rosalyn suddenly wondered if Cylvan ever pleasured herself, and if so, what thoughts ran though her mind. What were some of Cylvan's fantasies? The younger girl was always very uncomfortable when those kinds of topics came up; she couldn't even speak about them in passing without getting flustered, despite how close the two were as friends.\n\nWith the necklace in place, Rosalyn patted Cylvan's shoulder gently and stepped back, while Cylvan turned back around to show her new gift. The pink furred feline pushed out her chest and pulled her neck back so she could look down to see the trinket, a wide toothy smile shaping her lips and pulling her cheeks back.\n\nRosa simply gave an approving nod while her tail wagged excitedly behind her back, clearly happy to see how the gift fit so well on the younger girl and even more happy to see her smile thankfully. “You really shouldn’t have, Rosa.” The cat girl finally said in a soft and meek voice. “But I can’t say thanks enough. I love it!” She added and jumped forward against the wolfy woman to give her a hug. Another close embrace that little Cylvan made nice and tight, Rosalyn happy to return the gesture.\n\n\"I'm glad you like it, my dear.\" The smooth and silken tones of Rosalyn's voice rang into Cylvan's ears in that way which Cylvan always found strangely alluring since she met the older woman. It was disconcerting for the girl for a while, her usual shy and cautious habits always trying to avoid sensations such as those. Over time, however, those same feelings helped Cylvan to grow closer and friendlier with Rosalyn, and their friendship developed more from that.\n\nIn that moment though, with the state of Cylvan's body and her mind filled with emotion, that wasn't the most comfortable moment for the shy girl. In mere seconds her hyperactive mind raced with dozens of images of her and Rosalyn together and deeply intimate. Their warm, friendly embrace was slowly becoming somewhat sensual for the feline, while her conservative mindset found that to be suffocating and claustrophobic. \n\nAs politely as she could, Cylvan wiggled her way out of Rosalyn's arms. The older woman picked up on Cylvan's trepidation and furrowed her brows, frowning at Cylvan, worried. Presently she spoke to the dejected looking girl.\n\n\"What's the matter, Cylly?\" Using another of those playful nicknames to try and keep the mood as bright and pleasant as possible. \n\n\"It's... It's nothing.\" She started, turning her face away with her ears kept flat down to her head, doing her damnedest not to show how much she was really blushing. \"Just feeling a little bit... off, today.\"\n\nCylvan's tail was coiled tightly around her torso, the long, slender appendage managing to wrap around twice before she clutched the tip in one hand held close to her chest, fiddling with the white and pink furred bristles between her fingers along with that new piece of jewellery hanging from her neck. Thinking about the new gift brought a meek smile back to the girl's face, but as that line of thought carried on, she once again turned to inappropriate ideas, wondering if the necklace was meant to entice her romantically at all.\n\nShe shook her head wildly at that idea the instant her usually predominant, logical mind took over once again and told Cylvan it was nothing more than a birthday gift.\n\nCylvan wanted to turn back and apologize, but she was cut off by Rosalyn's approach.\n\nThe older woman knew what was going on in the girl's mind, or at least had a good idea, based on what she learned about how Cylvan often reacted to things, and based on what she knew about the feline's current state of mind and body.\"Poor Cylvan.\"Rosalyn thought to herself.\n\nThe woman's one arm stretched out and rested gently on the feline's head, softly patting while fingers twitched and moved to massage and tease at the small sensitive spots on and around Cylvan's ears. She spoke, her voice toned to be soft and caring: \"Cylly, kitten. Listen. I know what you're going through, and you really don't have to be so shy around me. You are my friend, my best friend, in fact; so you can talk to me about anything on your mind. I want you to open up, my dear, so I can help you through it.\"\n\nCylvan found herself purring uncontrollably under Rosalyn's petting. It was such a wicked thing that Rosa did with her fingers; it always broke Cylvan's defences down and made her relax despite all the stresses she found herself under during her premature college days. It forced her to listen carefully to the older woman's words, and she couldn't help but agree on most points. They were the closest friends, and yet Cylvan was still treating the woman like a stranger. Deep down the girl knew exactly why, but she always refused to admit, even to herself, that she was somehow attracted to another female. That's not something a girl should feel! \"I'm still a kid that should be innocent and thinking about school and lollipops!\"\n\nBut the feelings were growing rapidly and the day's events piling up on Cylvan were making it harder and harder to deny them, until they came to a boiling point in the feline's pounding heart. She couldn't take it anymore...\n\nCylvan turned her head and body around underneath Rosalyn's hand, looked her straight in the face to lock their matching bright green eyes together, staring intently. Rosalyn only stared back with a warm, inviting smile on her lips, though the woman didn't quite manage to detect the turmoil raging behind those emerald irises.\n\nThe girl wrapped a hand gently around Rosalyn's wrist and lifted the hand off her head, taking some tentative steps closer and closer to the woman with a meek, nervous smile, but not making a single noise until she was nearly right against the other woman. \"I'm sorry.\" Is all Cylvan peeped out in a soft voice that was barely audible to the wolf's large and keen ears. In that same instant Cylvan tugged firmly on Rosalyn's arm, that brought the tall woman's face down to a level Cylvan could reach before she lunged forward to wrap her arms around Rosalyn's shoulders, similarly standing up high on the tips of her toes for better reach. The motion as a whole bringing Cylvan's lips upward to meet with Rosalyn's in a sudden, firm kiss, revealing everything that Cylvan was feeling for Rosalyn.\n\nThe wolf didn't react at first, she couldn't, she was still trying to figure out exactly what was happening and that was taking up every last bit of the woman's confused consciousness. Then as the pieces were falling into place and gears all managed to crank in unison, the woman's only remaining option was to return that kiss by adding a small bit of her own passionate soul, and move her arms around to embrace her friend and try to reinforce that liberation from the girl's inhibitions. Kissing Cylvan, Rosa found the sensation odd, the girl's mouth tasted strange, in a pleasant way. To Rosa, kissing so passionately was like drinking a fine wine, one that left a person craving more after every sip.The woman wanted more. Rosalyn's heart fluttered wildly in her chest, much like Cylvan's. In that moment they both let their attraction run free, despite all of society's rules and guidelines ingrained in their minds, screaming them both to disengage before they get compromised in that embarrassing and highly taboo position.\n\nCylvan, the one who started it, was the first to let her mind overrule her heart again and slowly, gently, broke away from the kiss. Rosalyn felt the retreat and didn't want to stop at first, her head lowering and her lips trailing with some desperation to stay in contact with her friend, but hesitantly pulled back herself and straightened her posture, arms still resting on the girl's waist.\n\nA few seconds of staring at one another, the insides of both their ears glowing deep shades of red, the blushing pointless to hide from one another at that point. Things grew awkward. Rosalyn piped up with the first thing coming to her mind. \"So... Cylly, I never knew you swung that way.\" The moment she said it, Rosalyn berated herself in her mind, feeling that was exactly the wrong thing to say.\n\nSurprisingly, Cylvan only smiled, a wide and goofy type of smile that seemed like she was quite pleased with herself. Indeed the girl was, her heart pounded in her chest and tail danced around behind her back with elation. It was her first real kiss and she realised now what kind of feelings she had for Rosalyn, and knew by the way Rosalyn kissed back, and how she held the smaller feline now, that those feelings were reciprocated.\n\nCylvan only put a skewed grin on her lips at first, showing off her fanged teeth while she mulled over the situation in her mind. \"I... I didn't know you did either. Heee...\" Cylvan said, struggling to decide if she should chuckle or try to kiss Rosalyn again. She opted for giggling, but Rosalyn moved in once again and gave Cylvan another kiss. This one was deeper, more tender and loving, rather than tentative and nervous like the first. Cylvan kissed back much the same way and a soft rumbling in her throat sounded as she purred against the wolf's lips, loving the close contact and growing more and more comfortable with such open affection. She feared she'd lost all inhibitions.\n\nRosalyn pulled back again and snickered at Cylvan. \"I actually swing both ways, my Dear. I thought you should know.\" Rosalyn stated matter-of-factly, but with a soft cooing to her tone and a wide, warm smile on her lips. \"But you've probably realised by now, something like this is very unconventional, unprofessional, and maybe even a bit illegal.\" The woman's voice grew flatter and sterner as she explained the complication Cylvan created.\n\nThe girl's ears folded flat to her head again as she lowered her gaze and sank into herself a bit, an animalistic submissive gesture, showing she heeded Rosalyn's judgement in the matter. \"I kn-know. I-I'm sorry.\" Her voice soft and meek, keeping her gaze low, but her eyes still glimmered with a bit of joy, happy enough that she could feel what she just did even for a moment.\n\nThe white wolf piped up again: \"It's good you know. Don't be sorry, we just need to be discreet.\"\n\n\"I can be discreet!\" Cylvan chirped out with hopeful enthusiasm again.\n\n\"Very good!\" Rosalyn said once again while giving Cylvan a soft peck on the lips. \"Now I was planning on taking you to lunch later and buying you a nice birthday meal. But why don't we make that into our first date instead? What do you say?\"\n\nThough it didn't seem possible, the young feline's eyes grew even wider with awe, her face an amalgamation of wild emotions. The poor girl could never handle emotions very well and she didn't know exactly which ones to focus on to make a decision. She went the simple path and chose the positivity of happiness and excitement, against the cautious wishes of her logical mind which demanded she be fearful and nervous.“Today I'm not going to be so much like a machine. I want to have this!” She shouted at herself in her mind.\n\n\"That sounds great! I'd really like that.\"\n\nRosalyn felt the bravery it took Cylvan in her heart to say those words, smiling wide and happy. \"Good to hear, darling.\" She replied and leant down once again to kiss Cylvan for the last time before they'd see each other again later that evening. They broke the soft embrace and left the empty class room with joy in their hearts, each of them eager to see one another again soon.\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThroughout the day, Rosalyn and Cylvan both sent text messages back and forth whenever there were a few moments to spare between their various daily duties. The words filled with small flirts and loving encouragement, as well as making various arrangements for the evening plans. Without being face-to-face, Cylvan found herself a little bit more confident than she would be in person, her messages to the older woman filled with suggestions that'd otherwise make the cat go catatonic if she ever heard them herself. Rosalyn read deeply into those messages, however, and found some insight into her date's desires and interests.\n\n\"I wouldn't mind if you bit me, so long as there's ropes involved.\"\n\nor\n\n\"Handcuffs could be fun.\"\n\nTo mention only a few of the most raunchy sentences; the woman made note of that information and was sure to make use of it if things progressed in the right way.\n\nThe arrangements were made though. Rosalyn agreed to pick up Cylvan from the college campus if she agreed to dress in her finest outfit and made sure to wear that new necklace.\n\nFinally back home from the office, Rosalyn wasted no time in getting ready for the date. She undressed, discarding her dirty clothes on the bed to be cleaned up later, and in the nude, stepped into her bathroom to clean up and prepare. She brushed her pristine white fur all the way from her wolfen face, down over her well curved body and thick thighs and eventually ending at the very tips of her toes. Every single strand was exactly where it needed to be and any evidence of even the slightest speck of dirt was nowhere to be found. Clean and precise. Next came the makeup; therianthropestraditionally didn't really need much in the way of makeup, but the few items there was a need, it often needed to be specially catered to furred creatures instead of the naked skin the humans majority possessed.\n\nThe treatment started with some simple red lipstick, a darker shade, and the woman was very careful not to get any of it on the fur around her lips. Next was the dye powder that acted as eye shadow, darkening her eyelids and the hollows above them with a faint navy-blue. Finally some eyeliner and mascara, black for her eyelashes, and a second white mixture just for her whiskers. \"Perfect.\" The woman cooed aloud, admiring herself in the mirror with an approving smile. She was confident in herself and didn't have any shame admiring her own body. She knew what all of her assets were and liked to make sure others did too. \n\nClothing choices came much more quickly to Rosalyn. For underwear, she opted for a pair of bright red boyshort panties, made from see-through lace, but embroidered with frills and swirling patterns in all the right places to stay provocative, but keep from being blatantly vulgar. There was no bra however, the dress she had in mind wouldn't work at all with one.\n\nThe dress was made from an impossibly thin material, the fibre threads too small to even see individually with the naked eye, and looking almost like it could have been made from a sheet of opaque latex. Unlike latex, it was smooth to the touch, gave no friction to anything and clung in no way. It was crafted from the latest technology in spider silk, the fabric was only microns thick and in one layer, but it was still the strongest and most robust material in the wolf's closet. \n\nSlipping it on, Rosalyn felt like she was still naked underneath the pale blue clothing, designed cleverly to sit in all the right places but offering no pressure to the body at all besides at the most strategic places to accentuate features and curves.\n\nThe design wasn't particularly modest, nor too revealing, offering the visage of a classy diva of sorts, the kind of look that Rosalyn liked to give in formal occasions. The top was a camisole design that covered her chest completely, no cleavage at all, but left her back bare all the way down to just below her tail where a second ribbon was tied in a large bow around the base of her tail, securing the dress to her lower body. The top half was very form fitting, stretching and pressing down on her body with the utmost subtlety and the lines and cuts down the front left her stomach mostly covered, except for an opening around her belly cut so incredibly close to revealing the top hem of her underwear. From there it was a plain smooth sheet that rumpled and flowed with gentle waves around her long, slender legs, and to both sides a sharp cut from the very bottom going all the way up and again risking revealing the presence of those red panties.\n\nStitching and embossing around her chest gave a bit of rigidity to the dress' design, made in such a way to act as a brassiere by pressing up underneath the bust, bracing against the ribbon collar at the neck, while clever stitching at the sides pulled in from either side to press the breasts together. It forced Rosalyn's sizeable bust to spill into the smooth, spider silk fabric that conformed around her breasts and seemed to contain them only barely.\n\nThe dress left many of Rosalyn's body piercings exposed, just the way she wanted. The golden ring in her navel shone in the light while the black lacing, also ribbons of spider silk, of her corset piercing at her lower back was contrasted sharply with the white fur. Above that, the horned U-shape marking of another heritage was also open, but partly hidden by the woman's long hair. The rings in Rosalyn's nipples were also partly visible as faint outlines and shading against the smooth surface of the silk dress, the fabric completely opaque to hide all colours, but shapes pressed into it were still unhidden.\n\nFor shoes, Rosalyn opted for a pair of very high heeled sandals with long and thin stiletto stalks adding four inches to her height and giving Rosalyn's frame the illusion of a giant Amazon woman. They were strapped to her feet by delicate leather ribbons of shining black and entwined themselves all around her lower legs just up to where Rosa tied them off in bows just below her knees.\n\nAgain, there was admiration in the mirror and Rosalyn gave herself a wide, toothy grin. Her only worry was that she would scare her poor, shy date off after seeing the outfit. \n\n--------------------------------------------------------------\n\nCylvan’s eyes darted frantically back and forth through the small closet that held most of her clothing. None of which was at all the kind of 'fancy' that she wanted to wear for her date in a few hours. She clutched her head in worry and frustration, growling to herself before she perked up with a sudden smile.\n\nThe girl crossed over to her bed and knelt down beside it, pulled out a relatively flat, but wide trunk from underneath. A grin came on her face as she started to open it to reveal a collection of cosplay costumes. She started removing the various articles of costume clothing carefully and placed them out across her bed so she could review it all in the open.\n\nShe found from a medieval fantasy costume a long white skirt with ribbons of blue making a decorative trim, along with a matching wide frilled petticoat to give it some volume. Next she pulled from a science fiction costume a beige faux leather waistcoat with no sleeves, removed some of the badges to leave it plain, and got a pair of similarly coloured leather sandals with brass buckled straps. Finally to complete the outfit, she found a deep blue long sleeved blouse from her closet.\n\nThe feline lazily undid the first button of her beige blouse and pulled it up over her head, and turned her attention to the buttons and zipper holding her skirt in place. She discarded both into a pile of other older clothes in the corner, buried somewhere underneath it all being a small hamper in desperate need of being taken down to the Laundromat. A quick glance at a mirror to her side revealed to Cylvan that she needed to change her underwear. Being in heat, combined with the events of earlier that day, and compounded even more by her thoughts of Rosalyn and the date to come, gave the girl various surges of arousal. Arousal lead to some messy outcomes which left her panties with a clear and visible dark stain that smelled strongly of musky pheromones. \n\nShe shuddered and peeled the underwear from her hips and let them fall to the floor, quickly retrieving a fresh pair, these ones plain white in colour, and slipping them on.\n\nWith that out of the way, the girl could focus on grooming herself more thoroughly. She sat down on the foot of her bed, looking towards her closet and the mirror mounted against the door. With a fine and soft bristled brush she combed every inch of her body. She was meticulous in making sure every strand of her soft and luxurious fur was in its place, neat and tidy. After removing the ties in her hair, she carried on brushing her hair diligently, using a broader and firmer brush, untangling every knot and straightening every single end. Cylvan wasn't one to easily give in to vanity, but one thing she was always proud of was her hair. It was always shampooed and conditioned thoroughly, keeping the pink locks soft, shining, and luxuriously thick. She set it all into place with a light misting of hair spray to help retain the shape before tying it back up into a single long ponytail left to hang free from the back of her head and draping over one shoulder. \n\nCylvan got dressed in her prepared outfit, again diligent at making everything fit into the perfect place, wanting to impress Rosalyn by cleaning up as best she could. Thinking about it more and more started to bring back strong nervous feelings again and a swarm of butterflies seemed to multiply inside of her stomach by the minute. She felt like she was going to throw up. She shook her head wildly and clamped her eyes shut, repeating a kind of mantra in her mind that was made up of memories from all her senses, not just words. The routine cleared her mind she fell into a deep trance of pure logic. It shut down her emotions for the time being, and she could relax and focus.\n\nObjective: Continue to prepare for a formal meeting with Rosalyn Elliot.\n\nShe let that line fill her awareness and her stomach settled. She straightened up and looked at the mirror, and then over the room. She was dressed, but there was still more to be done. A fresh spray of perfumes to mask the scent of her heat, and replacing the piercings that dotted her face with blue jewelled ones to look more fitting with her attire. Then there was the new necklace around her neck. She adjusted it and let it hang from her neck over the top of her blouse showing it off.\n\nShe was done and dropped out of that logic-trance just in time as she heard her phone ringing over at her desk.\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------\n\nRosalyn was on the phone to Cylvan to let her date know she was ready and waiting just outside the campus in a hired shuttle car. Cylvan cheerily confirmed and packed a few of her things into a purse before darting outside and over the university's parking lot to find Rosalyn.\n\nRosalyn wasn't hard to find and Cylvan nearly fell flat on her face when she saw the older woman in that stunning dress. It was beautiful and acted as nothing more than the perfect frame to show off a perfect picture. It seemed like that sparkling silk dress and the tall, wondrously curved wolf woman were made for one another. Cylvan couldn't help but stare with a gaping jaw for almost a full minute.\n\nRosalyn stared with curiosity at Cylvan from the distance. She wondered what was wrong before she let her eyes focus more closely and noted the expression. The wolf stifled a chuckle at her date's comical reaction, shaking her head dismissively, but enjoying how she had that effect on Cylvan. It was exactly the kind of thing she wanted to happen.\n\nWith an excited wave and calling Cylvan over, it broke the feline from her stupor. Rapidly shaking her head and hurriedly making her way over to the car with a frantic scurrying motion, Cylvan finally greeted her date.\n\n\"Heya! Rose!\" Cylvan said with a bright and cheery squeal to her voice. \"You look amazing!\" She added while glancing and gesturing excessively to the tall woman's outfit. Rosalyn smiled wide and gave a playful giggle before replying. \"Thanks, Cylly. You look great yourself. I've never seen you in such a pretty outfit. \"\n\nThe feline felt a sudden bout of pride and self-approval from Rosalyn's words, and couldn't help but twirl around playfully, showing off the outfit and letting the skirt flare out with style. The woman nodded approvingly and clapped at the small show. Cylvan came to a standstill and giggled softly, looking up at the tall woman. Even now, Cylvan noted, Rosalyn carried that constant aura of womanly intimidation. The white wolf was more woman than any man could handle, and a force to be reckoned with when opposed. That didn't bother Cylvan though; the girl had gotten past the woman's barriers earlier that day and managed to win this date. A grand prize indeed.\n\nRosalyn felt a similar kind of sense of achievement. Cylvan had her own defences that were hard to overcome, and despite catching the girl at her weakest, Rosalyn felt honoured that Cylvan could have felt that way in the first place. She was best friends with the cat for a good reason. Cylvan was an admirable character with a strong soul and a brilliant mind, the core inside of a shy and neurotic shell that Rosalyn had been working hard over time to whittle away carefully without damaging what was inside. Rosalyn thought: 'Today I've made wonderful progress.' The idea brought a wide grinning smile to Rosalyn's face.\n\nThe long silence between the two started to grow awkward and Cylvan was the one most sensitive to such things. She turned her head away shyly and scratched a false itch there as an excuse to cover the shyness on her face. Rosalyn giggled once again and put a hand down on top of Cylvan's head, no regard to how meticulously the girl had groomed it, and started scratching at those weak points which broke down all coherent thought and reduced Cylvan into an adorable, purring kitten.\n\nCatching Cylvan at the most vulnerable again, the wolf leant forward and gave Cylvan a quick kiss on the lips before speaking. \"Come along now Cylly! I've made a reservation and we are almost late.\" Rosalyn cooed to the girl and gestured to the open back door of the hired luxury sedan.Cylvan twitched her head with small, rapid shakes, clearing her mind and snapped into action. She scurried into the car, mindful of her skirt and scooted over to the far side, Rosalyn was in as well soon after.\n\nCylvan's eyes, forever watchful and curious, darted back and forth inside the car. She noted the make and model, an expensive model from a local manufacturer in the African Federation and filled to the brim with luxury and refinement that only somebody like Rosalyn could ever afford to hire for an evening like this, much less buy a brand new one. The seats were covered in incredibly soft white-cream leather, the trimmings made with shining, polished wood and chrome fittings on every dial and device. The devices, there were so many. The head rests had Two-Deeprojectors installed on the back of them with folding down keyboards, and Cylvan presumed there would be a Q-router installed somewhere in the car as well for uninterruptable internet access.\n\nFinally Cylvan noticed the man sitting in the front-right of the car in the driver's seat. He seemed to be the exact opposite of what Rosalyn was. He appeared young, early twenties at the very most, and small-framed. He was canine as well, though, a Siberian husky by the looks of it with uneven shades of white, cream, and grey fur. Cylvan could only see his eyes in the mirror,one was pale blue, and the other a swirling mixture of blue and brown.\n\nA label in the centreboard between the front seats identified him as \"Chad\". Chad wore a typical driver's uniform. A dark navy-blue suit, white shoes, and a black tie, all topped off with a driver's hat with a red ribbon around the middle.\n\nAll of these observations took Cylvan about five seconds to take in, and in that time Rosalyn had reached out to tap the driver's shoulder and told him to start going. Silently he started the car and gradually pulled off into the evening.\n\nThe ride was quick and smooth, and the two ladies in the back of the car barely had any time to make any small talk before they got into the richer and fancier parts of the city where their destination lied. They pulled up into a parking lot of a small strip mall, featuring expensive stores selling only luxury goods and services. The driver stopped right in front of a restaurant's entrance, getting out and opening the door for Rosalyn and Cylvan. They filed out and made their way inside while the driver went off to find a spot to park nearby.\n\nAn usher by the door gave a nod the moment he saw Rosalyn approach and gestured for the woman and her guest to follow him to their reserved table. Cylvan observed that interaction with a curious mind and realised Rosalyn had a lot of power and influence in many places, both high and low. The workers at this restaurant knew her by reputation above all else and behind the visage of order and refinement, they'd be clamouring to make sure everything would be as perfect as it could be for the imposing, red headed wolf. Cylvan was nothing if not impressed.\n\nThe two were lead through the small restaurant towards the back where a private booth awaited them. The usher pulled a curtain aside and Rosalyn and Cylvan took seats on opposite sides of the table, facing one another.\n\n\"I hope you like this place, Cylly.\" Rosalyn said once she saw the usher was gone. Cylvan listened, but didn't respond just yet. There were menus already waiting for them at the table, and Cylvan had a habit of taking them and eagerly paging through it all. Cylvan was in awe of all the wonderful looking dishes available, but a glance at the price lists, halted that enthusiasm and made her eyes widen in shock. \"Rosalyn... This place, these prices. This is insane!\" The feline tapped on the pages of the menu and gave Rosalyn a disconcerted frown.\n\n\"Hush Cylly.\" Rosalyn countered with a chuckling tone, staring Cylvan down with a warm smile. \"It's your birthday, and I want to treat my date with something very special. Ignore the prices and order anything at all, however much of it, that your heart desires. It's all on me.\"\n\n\"But... Okay.\" Cylvan just blushed deeply, the inside of her large cat's ears practically glowing like red stop lights. She hid her face quickly behind the menu and followed Rosalyn's suggestion, the wolf leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms, grinning. \"You're too cute, you know that?\" She commented before lazily picking up the menu herself and scanning over it. She already knew what she wanted, it was just Cylvan that she waited for now.\n\nIt wasn't long before a waitress came and delivered a pitcher of iced water and two pre-filled glasses, setting it down and leaving it near the back side of the table close to the booth's wall. \"Can I offer you any drinks yet?\" The server asked with a bright smile and a cheerful tone. \"Bring a bottle of this wine for me.\" Rosalyn said, gesturing to its name on the menu, while Cylvan piped up to ask for a glass of coke. Silently, while Cylvan wasn't looking, Rosalyn gestured for the waitress to bring two glasses for the wine. \"Well order something to eat in a minute. Bring the drinks along.\" Rosalyn instructed and gave the waitress a nod to be dismissed.\n\nAs they waited, Rosalyn turned back to her date and gave Cylvan a warm smile. The girl caught the glance and returned the gesture with a bit of hesitation. \"See anything you like, sweetie?\" The older woman inquired and pointed at the menu. Cylvan glanced back down to the booklet and shrugged, sheer bewilderment on her face. \"There's so much to choose from and it all looks so delicious. I'm not used to places like these. Whenever I went out back home, I just ordered some burgers and a waffle. Seems like a waste to do that here, though.\"\n\n\"I know what kind of appetite you've got. So why choose at all? Just take a few dishes that look like your favourites, and whatever you want for desert. Remember, anything at all.\"\n\nRosalyn waited a moment longer to let Cylvan make her final decisions before pulling at a tasselled string near the entrance of the booth, summoning the waitress after barely a minute. They placed their orders, Rosalyn going with a lamb rib dish and some vegetables. Cylvan, on the other hand, chose something far more varied. There were two servings of fried prawns, barbecued beef ribs, potatoes, vegetables, and a tuna fish cake.\n\nIt was enough to make even Rosalyn cringe a little bit on behalf of her bank account and she felt a bit of regret giving Cylvan free reign like that with the menu. She made a mental note to take Cylvan some place a bit cheaper next time. She realised Cylvan would likely be happier there, and Rosalyn could save a bit of money as well. For now, however, Rosalyn enjoyed the comically large order and how wide eyed the waitress got while writing it all down, thinking that the large order would costs about as much as the waitress' whole pay check.\n\nThe waitress shuffled away from the booth with an amazed expression and headed off to get the order processed, coming back with the drinks quickly and vanishing again. Rosalyn and Cylvan were left alone at last for a fair amount time. Conversation came quickly.\n\n\"Today was a really interesting day.\" Cylvan commented before taking a sip from the fizzy black drink, while Rosalyn's ears perked up to listen. Cylvan sighed and carried on. \"Professor Volkov gave me some cash for my birthday. It's sweet. He's even tighter on cash than I am after his divorce, but he still gives a gift to every one of his student on their birthdays. One of the reasons his class is so popular and always has such high scores.\"\n\nRosalyn couldn't help but smile at the heart-warming story, and think about what kind of generosity still grows in the world. \"That is sweet. People like him are real treasures to find.\" The older woman replied and laid a hand out over the top of the table, palm up and open, fingers twiddling to draw Cylvan's attention. The feline giggled silently and put her own hand down into that waiting palm and took a firm, caring grasp. \n\n\"What about you? Anything else interesting happen?\" Cylvan said.\n\n\"Just the kinds of things only you'd find interesting.\" Rosalyn said in jest, adding: \"Business reports, signing a hundred documents. The kind of busy work you say you enjoy, little weirdo.\" Her voice was lilting and teasing and made Cylvan roll her eyes. The girl's rebuke was frantic. \"I never said I'd enjoy it! I'd just be good at it. Repetitive work makes me focus my attention, and lets me clear my mind. And you know how cluttered my mind can get.\"\n\n\"I'm playing with you, my dear. Relax.\" The wolf chimed and shook her head dismissively, Cylvan copying the gesture with a skewed smile. Cylvan's hand idly drifted up to fiddle with the new necklace draping over her chest, and the memory of how she received it that morning flashed in her mind. \"Thank you again so much for this, Rosalyn. I really do like it, it's gorgeous.\n\n\"My pleasure, Cylvan. I just want my best friend to be happy. It's almost as gorgeous as you are.\" They both smiled to one another with love and warmth in their eyes, feeling themselves get lost in the mutual gaze. Rosalyn was drawn to lean closer and closer, even lifting herself off her seat slightly to reach her date. Cylvan leant over much the same way and their lips met in the middle, kissing one another with tender care and soft, loving murmurs. The kiss was short before they broke from one another and seated back down properly, sharing a playful giggle. \"You're a good kisser, Cylly.\" Rosalyn commented with a sly smirk, and the feline just kept giggling, feeling a hint of pride, and embarrassed by it a little, feeling the need to explain\n\n\"You're my... Really my first kiss, though. So, uhm... Thanks.\"\n\nRosalyn chuckled again at that and reached over the table to quickly grabthe girl's hand and squeeze it lovingly. \"I'm surprised you don't have dozens of potential dates, my dear, you're a real catch.\" Cylvan thought about the comment, and she knew exactly why that was. It was a mixture of circumstance and deliberate manipulation of her relationships. Though most of her friends were boys, they were all the same kinds of shy and timid types she was, and she acted shy and timid with them in return.\n\nShe never drew the attention of the male jock-types in high school either, other than occasionallyassisting them with homework. But she was too intellectually intimidating for them while still keeping those shy barriers up at all times. \"Too much effort\" was one rumour she heard among the males at her old school describing trying to get close to Cylvan. It wasn't a negative to her; it was exactly what she wanted. There was no time for romance when all she wanted to do was study and otherwise nerd-out alone.\n\nWith Rosalyn staring at her from across that table, those old desires seemed so far away. All she wanted now was to be close with the woman. She raced her mind into finding a suitable reply to the woman's last comment. \"I guess I was just holding out for the right kind of person.\" Cylvan cooed with a wink. This time it seemed like the wolf was blushing. Her ears turned faintly redder before flitting back to hide the pink inner surface.\n\n\"I'm really honoured you'd let me into your heart, Cylvan. I've always liked you; you're a great person hidden behind that shy shell of yours.\" Again a long gaze full of that attractive energy formed between them, only to be broken by the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching and followed by the curtain shuffling aside. Dinner was served.\n\nThe meal was a wonderful social lubricant, especially for Cylvan who was so passionate about good food. She ate very quickly and barely left any gaps for breathing. Her focus was on the seafood, her favourite of the dishes. She didn't even bother to try and shell the prawns, stuffing them whole in her mouth and chewing up the crunchy exteriors as the salted juices poured into her mouth, exploding with flavour. The few breaks she did have between bites were filled with jokes and playful flirting. Rosalyn enjoyed watching Cylvan eat, she could see how much the young feline enjoyed the meal, and the thought of every bite of that expensive meal making a \"ca-ching\" was just a distant whisper. The woman was amazed at how that tiny frame was able to consume so much food and drink and still keep a fairly lithe body type. Rosalyn ate slowly herself, taking small pecking bites in contrast to how Cylvan was stuffing her mouth full.\n\nCylvan ate quickly and ate a lot; her daily meals were regularly the size of two or three main courses for most adults, but, bizarrely, she always kept a very small figure. This was due to an incredibly high metabolism the girl was both blessed and cursed with. It was a product of her alteration before birth; she had to eat like that purely to keep herself suffering from malnutrition, not for pleasure. Her body ran hot and ran fast, giving her a lot of energy to use every day, but also burning through that nutritive energy incredibly quickly.\n\nEventually they were both done eating and left with nothing but drinks and each other to keep them occupied. \"This is incredibly good wine.\" Rosalyn commented as she finished the last sip in her glass and wasting no time to pour yet another. Through the whole meal she drank about half the bottle, while Cylvan probably emptied at least a full keg of cola. Rosalyn glanced at the extra glass standing untouched on the table and then looked back at Cylvan. \"Hey, do you want to try a glass of this?\"\n\nCylvan's ears perked up and she eyed the clear off-white liquid as Rosalyn swirled it around. Her curiosity was piqued, and a genuinely scientific intention made Cylvan strongly consider taking the offer. Typical teenage rebellion was never something the pink feline succumbed to. \"I'll have a taste, if you say it's good. I've never had wine before.\"\n\nRosalyn smiled widely and poured that second glass full, sliding it along the table and past the used plates. The younger girl leant over it on the table and sniffed it curiously, her nostrils catching the faint bite of the alcohol, but a sweet-sour aroma of the white grapes was dominant, reminding her of grape juice. With a shrug she lifted the glass and took a sizeable sip, leaving it in her mouth a moment to savour the flavour. Sweet and sour flavours prevalent, but the sharp tickle of the alcohol ran over her taste buds before she swallowed, leaving that warm sensation to run all the way down Cylvan's throat, making her shudder.\n\nRosalyn looked over Cylvan with an expectant gaze, anticipating what kind of comment the girl might have. \"It's interesting, I like it. Not bad at all.\" Cylvan looked over the glass and gave it an approving nod and sipped some more. Over the next few minutes the two finished off the last half of the bottle together. Rosalyn was feeling the faint swirling in her mind as the alcohol started to affect her as three quarters of a bottle of expensive wine rightly would. Cylvan was unaffected for the moment, only two glasses, even from a novice drinker, wouldn't have a profound effect, especially after such a large meal. Their time at the restaurant was coming to a close and Cylvan washed down the great meal with a large drink of water.\n\nThey got up and left the booth, heading towards the front counter. Rosalyn produced a card from her handbag and swiped it at the usher's instruction, the payment for their meal done. Cylvan was close behind Rosalyn and the wolf was slow to notice the way her date seemed very unstable on her feet, only turning around and seeing after the car pulled up. She raised a brow and watched the young feline sway and tip back and forth unsteadily. \"Cylvan, are you okay?\"\n\nThe girl took a moment to reply, smiled and said: \"Yeahs, I fweel a bit fwunny, but it fweels good. I'm osh-kay, though.\" The slurring was the obvious symptom Rosalyn needed to confirm. \"My dear kitten, I think you're drunk.\" Cylvan's eyes widened for a moment before she settled back down. A small stumbled step sent her forward to lean over against her taller date's arm, resting her weight on the wolf to prevent the swirling sensation in her eyes. \"Wows, rehlly? Thishishintahreshteeng.\" More of that slurred speech made Rosalyn chuckle while cradling the girl against her side, guiding her into the car. \"I never thought you'd be a light weight, Cylly.\" Rosalyn commented as she shut the door behind her and instructed the driver to take them to her house. \"I'm shorryRosha. Hehee. It wash ghud whine though!\"\n\nThe alcohol kept working in Cylvan’s system to whittle away at her inhibitions, and the girl could feel the scratching and gnawing of her supressed desires come more and more to her attention. Ideas of things she never knew she truly wanted started to flash in her mind and manifested themselves as a sense of unease, as if she didn’t do it now she’d never be able to ever again. The biggest of those desires at the moment was to have Rosalyn, and Cylvan told herself she would have what she wants.\n\nJust as Cylvan came to her revelation, the sedan pulled away gently and headed off to the destination. At the same time Rosalyn tapped at Cylvan’s nose playfully with a finger and giggled at her drunken state. This didn’t break the girl’s resolve and she leant over the wolf from the side and planted a firm kiss on her neck. At the same time the feline’s hand reached over and around to grasp at Rosalyn’s thigh, fingers groping at the soft flesh as they moved further up towards the older woman’s hip and bottom.\n\nTwice in the same day Rosalyn was caught off guard by the pink cat, but she wasn’t one to deny she enjoyed such pleasant surprises. However it dawned on her that this was very unusual behaviour for Cylvan that always used to be so timid and could never act as forward as she did that day. She grew concerned and rebuffed the feline’s advance with a gentle push away so she could speak: “Cylvan, my dear, are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting a little weird.”\n\nCylvan’s eyes lifted to meet Rosalyn’s and a frown grew on her lips before lowering her head to look down. “I’m sho... sorry. I don’t know wha’sh I’m doing. I jush feel I really... I really, well, I’unno, I guesh I jush like you. Lots. And I wanna be with you. Tonight you let me feel, sh-shpecial. I want to shoh you how much.”\n\nRosalyn’s ears folded down and flat behind her head, an uncommon submissive gesture for a woman used to always having her way. Even when slurred drunkenly and barely understandable, Cylvan’s words rang deep in Rosalyn’s heart and she reached out rapidly to wrap her arms around the girl’s waist pulled her in for a tight hug and leant down to kiss her date deeply and passionately.\n\nThe driver noticed the embrace in the mirror, and while intrigued, had enough professionalism to avert his gaze and flip the switch to close the screen just behind him. The women in the back saw that and broke out giggling before carrying on with their tender attention to one another. Cylvan, always the curious cat, was drawn to Rosalyn’s bust, reaching up and grasping at one with a hand, wanting to feel what such a large breast felt like. Soft and malleable under the feline’s groping, but her sensitive skin noticed the anomaly at the nipple in her palm. Fingers moved down and traced the outline of something solid hidden beneath silk fabric of Rosalyn’s dress, something artificial, metal. Cylvan’s head pulled back and a skewed smile showed at the corner of her mouth. “Are they... ?” She gestured with a pinching motion of her fingers. Rosalyn stifled a laugh and nodded with a wry and grin. “Yes. My nipples are pierced, both of them.” Cylvan gave a soft peeping snicker before carrying on to explore more of the curvaceous woman’s body.\n\nThe hand previously on her thigh moved down towards the knee then around and brushed the silk dress aside then traced upwards on the inside of the thigh, brushing past the soft, white fur there and stopping short of reaching the woman’s underwear, Cylvan hesitating to go any further without permission. Rosalyn didn’t give it with any words, but the way she started to undo the top buttons of Cylvan’s blouse did show that she wanted a turn herself. The woman licked her lips deliberately for Cylvan to see, showing what she wanted before taking it. Her hands slipped into the girl’s blouse and her fingers snaked over the bra and smaller breast inside, giving it a firm squeeze that elicited a soft meow from the feline. “You like that, huh?” Rosalyn taunted and Cylvan replied with a meek blush. “It’s okay, kitten. You don’t need to be scared, just let your feelings out and I’ll be sure to take care of you tonight. It’s your birthday, after all, and I want to make it special for you.”\n\nThe woman’s proclamation made a tear form at the corner of Cylvan’s eye and it rolled down her cheek a short way before being absorbed into the fur. Rosalyn smiled and her hand came up to cup Cylvan’s cheek and she gave the feline a tender kiss on the forehead, then the nose, and finally a softer one on the lips that quickly grew deep and passionate, drawing them back into one another’s ministrations. Cylvan quickly accepted that as the permission she wanted earlier and didn’t waste time to press two fingers firmly against Rosalyn’s panties, rubbing back and forth over the red fabric and stimulating the woman’s sex beneath. It was Rosalyn’s turn to let out a soft, pleasured moan into the kiss that only made Cylvan eager to give Rosalyn more.\n\nOutside the windows, the bright and varied colours of the town centre’s night lights faded away to the diffuse glow of a full moon and the occasional spots of street lamps along the quiet road leading to the city outskirts where Rosalyn’s home was found.\n\nCylvan wanted to take the next step and started to lift her hand to hook around the waistband of Rosalyn’s underwear, only to be interrupted and her hand guided away gently. Cylvan pulled from the kiss and Rosalyn saw the disappointment in the feline’s eyes, but giving only a smile. “Patience, Pink Panther, we’re almost home and can enjoy ourselves in peace there. Just relax for now.” The woman’s voice was cooing and Cylvan’s sad eyes lit up and a toothy grin painted over her face.\n\nThe effects of the wine were starting to stabilize in Cylvan and even Rosalyn wasn’t feeling the buzz anymore by the time the vehicle stopped in front of the gate to Rosalyn’s property. The driver stepped out and opened the car door and carefully helped both ladies out, especially Cylvan who was still very unstable on her feet.Any new motion caused the alcohol to mess with her senses all over again, especially her sense of balance and she flopped over limply into the driver’s arms, forcing him to catch her and nearly falling over himself.\n\nCylvan giggled at her own clumsiness and the frightened and frantic expression on the driver’s face made Rosalyn laugh just as much before she helped him out and took Cylvan to her own side. “That’ll be all, Chad, thank you for the help tonight. Have a good night.” She waved him off with her free hand and so did Cylvan, twiddling her fingers at him and smiling warmly. “Thanks!” She cried just as he closed the door and headed off. “C’mon drunkie.” Rosalyn teased again as she reached into her handbag to find and press the button on a remote that opened the front gate leading into the yard.\n\nFrom the outside, the house wasn’t small by any means, two stories tall and easily two dozen separate and sizeable rooms inside, but the property itself was far, far bigger, the walled off square stretching for two kilometres across on all sides and the area inside being mostly an open and slightly hilly field with a few patches of trees and bushes breaking the plain landscape. In a smaller and low-fenced area around the house itself, was a carefully tended lawn and garden area and a cobblestone pathway from the gate to the front door.\n\nCylvan looked up at the house built from red bricks with her bleary eyes and still managed to take in the grand scale of the older-styled architecture of the building left over from a previous era.\n\n“Wow Roshe... I ne’er knew you had sush a big plashe... I mean, I’s knew you were kinda rich, but shtill, wow!”\n\n“Heh, I don’t really like bringing too many people here. It’s my private place and I like it to be nice for me. But sometimes somebody special comes along and I like to share it. Somebody like you.”\n\nAs they started heading up towards the house a loud bark broke the tranquil silence of the evening and a black shape leapt over the low fence in the distance, followed by another two barks and the black creature skidded to a stop on the pathways right in front of Cylvan and Rosalyn. The figure was clearly a large breed of dog of some sort, Cylvan saw, but definitely larger than any domestic pet she knew. It took her a moment to identify that it was an actual wolf, with shining, jet-black fur, and large, pale-blue eyes. The sight would have been frightening if not for the fact it was sitting on its haunches with one front paw extended and playfully swiping at Rosalyn, waiting for her to greet him. The woman reached out and ruffled at the animal’s head, messing up the smooth fur, but it made the black wolf yelp happily and its tail went wild as it wagged. “Cylvan, meet Luka, don’t worry about him, he looks scary but he’s a sweetheart. Absolutely useless as a real guard dog, I’m afraid.”\n\nThe creature moved towards Cylvan and started sniffing around her feet and moved further up, getting the feline’s scent and immediately identifying her as a friend, just like a potential burglar a few months earlier who also managed to unwittingly befriend the black wolf, before being scared off after Luka tried to show too much love.\n\nCylvan carefully reached out and also gave Luka a pat on the head, he barked happily like a puppy and instantly slobbered all over the feline’s hand. “Luka! Down boy!” Rosalyn protested before the wolf could get too carried away. “Like I said, useless.” She added. Cylvan chuckled and nuzzled at Rosalyn’s side and waved goodbye to Luka as they passed him, replying: “But he’sh adorable, you can’t get mad at a woofy like that.”\n\n“No you can’t.” Rosa said dejectedly and shook her head, smirking.\n\nRosalyn opened the door and led her date inside, shutting it behind her and shutting out Luka with the saddest face a dog could ever muster. “Tomorrow.” Rosalyn mouthed at him before he went out of sight behind the oak door. Luka was a smart dog and understood what it meant, his mood improved before he ran off back into the field to play in the light of the full moon.\n\nThe foyer was a long hallway with a set of stairs at the far end and two doors on both sides, and with an intersection in the centre with another hallway running across. The first door to the right lead straight into the living room, and they were slowly drifting towards it.\n\nInside Cylvan couldn’t wait any longer and was at it again, pressing herself up against Rosalyn and holding on until the older woman leaned down to give the girl another kiss, musing. “You’re an eager one, Cylly cat; I’ll have to do something extra special for you.” She said as he swept an arm underneath Cylvan’s bottom and behind her legs, lifting the girl off the ground and picking her up with only a little strain. It wasn’t that Rosalyn was especially strong, but that Cylvan wasn’t all that heavy herself.\n\nThe panther was carried out of the foyer and into the living room, being shown just how luxurious the interior of the house really was. The wooden floors were shining and every step sounded muted, signalling a high quality job laying it. The walls looked marble and every corner was made to look like a great pillar. A chandelier hung over the living space in the middle with three large velvet couches scattered across the room, all facing a very low table in the centre. The closest couch was where Rosalyn dropped the girl off before pushing her down and leaning her weight over Cylvan, a wide, salacious grin on the wolf face, Cylvan finding her own confidence outmatched and biting at her bottom lip nervously.\n\n“Don’t you worry, kitten. I won’t bite... Too hard.” She teased before leaning down and kissing Cylvan’s lips once then kissing again, this time at her chin, and again and again, each time going lower down her neck and eventually her chest, until the wolf reached the cusp of Cylvan’s modest bosom somewhat exposed through the undone buttons of her blouse. The woman used her nose to move the blue cloth out of the way and started pressing her nose down into Cylvan’s cleavage, her bust held up and together by the bra fitted snugly to her body. The wolf took in a deep breath, gathering the combined scent of Cylvan and the strong perfume she wore. That brought a soft whimper from Cylvan as the girl pulled her head back and raised her chest upwards. Rosa’s tongue lapped out and licked upwards along the line that her nose tracked, catching on the pendant and necklace that she gave to Cylvan that morning, tugging once playfully before letting go again and letting the jewellery drop back in the feline’s cleavage.\n\nCylvan felt a little overwhelmed, to say the least, more because she didn’t want to do anything wrong and disturb the joy she felt while Rosalyn seemed to worship Cylvan’s body like that. Her deep, strained breaths and occasional quiet moans only drew Rosalyn to keep going, however, and the girl submitted herself in the woman’s very capable hands.\n\nRosalyn’s hand once again moved onto Cylvan’s breast, giving it a firm squeeze much like before, but this time not letting go, staying in constant, pulsating motions as she massaged through the bra again, soon finding it less of a cute article of clothing, and more of a hindrance. Cylvan writhed gently and breathed out soft, pleasured moans as she let her own hands slide up along Rosalyn’s biceps, resting at the shoulder and grasping, gently at first, but growing into a firmer and firmer hold, possessive almost and not wishing to let go.\n\nThe wolf soon got tired and stopped the massaging, reaching down to the clasp between Cylvan’s breasts and with a quick flick popping it open, pulling the pale-blue bra aside to let Cylvan’s breasts bounce free. On her back and without the bra holding things in place, gravity made it seem like Cylvan was rather flat chested. The wolf lifted herself up and looked down over the girl, her deep emerald eyes sweeping back and forth, up and down to admire her new lover’s exposed body. “You’re beautiful.” Is all the woman said before she dropped down again and latched straight onto one of Cylvan’s nipples, perky and puffy with arousal, and growing even more so with Rosalyn’s tongue slithering all over it. As she was suckling and on occasion even nibbling at it, Cylvan’s meowing moans grew louder and more frequent, even moreso as she switched sides and gave the other breast the same attention.\n\n“Nyah! Ahn... Rosa!” The girl called out, having forgotten about much of the world around as her conscious mind flooded with what Rosalyn was doing to her. It was getting too much as the girl’s chest pushed up as far as it would go and her hips gyrated lustily, grinding up against Rosalyn’s stomach where it made contact. The scent of a feline in heat grew more obvious and pronounced over the perfume’s failing attempt at masking it, making the girl’s desperation and desire obvious to her lover and putting her in a severe disadvantage over a woman used to being the controlling force while intimate. Cylvan didn’t mind that at all, letting it happen as Rosalyn wordlessly started undoing the rest of Cylvan’s blouse and the leather waistcoat, opening up the cat’s stomach for Rosalyn to tickle with her lips as she covered it with kisses, replacing Cylvan’s moans with more playful giggles. The wolf soon reached the hem of Cylvan’s long white skirt and started undoing the ribbon fastening, leaving it loose enough to pull down but holding off on that for the moment, leaving the young cat to bite her bottom lip again, this time less from nerves and more out of anticipation.\n\nRosalyn sat upright and looked down over Cylvan, smirking knowingly as she reached up and behind her head. Cylvan stared back with a happy smile through her bitten lip, wondering exactly what Rosalyn was doing up until she saw the clasp of that collar attached to her dress come loose and the outfit dropping down off her body, crumpling forward and letting the woman’s large breasts drop free with quite a bit of bouncing.\n\nCylvan’s jaw dropped a little at the sight and she couldn’t keep herself from staring no matter what she tried. The girl realised something. For a long time she could feel that she liked other women, found beauty in the feminine form. But never once until this day did she admit it to anyone, not even herself. Watching Rosalyn’s sizeable bust bounce and sway enticingly above her now only confirmed it and there was no denying it to either of them. Her attention was soon drawn to the two shining golden rings pierced through Rosalyn's nipples and it piqued the feline’s curiosity again as she wondered how it would feel to have them put in. She knew what piercings in her ears, lip and eyebrow were like, but those weren’t particularly sensitive places. But that idea would be left for another time, Cylvan was too drawn to what was right before her and she had to reach out to grasp at both breasts together, Rosalyn allowing it, and even guiding the young girl’s hands to the best place to take hold. At the same time Rosalyn’s hands moved to grasp at Cylvan’s chest the same way and the two of them groped and massaged at each other together, drawing mutual moans and pleasured whines from one another.\n\n“Hrrmm... You’re good at this.” The wolf whispered, praising Cylvan for her talent despite her inexperience. The younger girl was encouraged by that and gave a firm squeeze in return, making Rosalyn groan happily. Rosalyn soon felt that was enough however and stopped everything, pulling Cylvan’s hands away from her chest so the wolf could stand up and remove her dress completely, letting it drop to the floor and leaving Rosalyn dressed in nothing but her red boyshort panties. Similarly Rosalyn took a hold of the skirt still loosely wrapped around Cylvan’s legs and pulled down, the feline shifting her weight off her hips to help get it down as Rosalyn discarded it to one side with only the petticoat and white panties still in the way for what the woman had planned.\n\n“An underskirt, huh? Kind of old fashioned, but it’s really cute. Especially on you.” Rosa commented before reaching up under it with one hand, pressing her fingertips up against Cylvan’s sex the same way the feline did earlier in the car through the underwear. Cylvan’s moans grew deeper and more laboured as Rosalyn teased the girl so tentatively, too much for the cat’s already strained senses to keep up with. Rosalyn’s fingers managed to find Cylvan’s clit through the thin, silky fabric, the stimulation there pushing the girl past her limit and very quickly eliciting a small, but a little messy orgasm that left a definite stain on the underwear.\n\nThe poor girl was left panting, out of breath after that bout of loud meows and cries of pleasure. Rosalyn just looked over Cylvan with a smile as she seated herself down beside where the girl laid over the couch. “I assume you liked that? But we’re not done yet, so you better hold on.” Cylvan looked up with her eyes widening, a little apprehensive of what else this predator of a lover could accomplish with how many years’ worth of talent she must have acquired.\n\nCylvan’s panties were swiftly pulled down by the white furred wolf, Cylvan letting out a sudden yelp with the rougher treatment, before looking down to see as Rosalyn crouched down with her head lowering between Cylvan’s parted legs, her nose slipping in underneath the frilly petticoat and her muzzle just touching Cylvan enough to give a gentle kiss which sent shivers racing through the girl’s body. She’d never been this intimate with anyone but herself, and never imagined how scary and wonderful it felt at the same time.\n\n“I won’t be too... aggressive down here. I know you’re still a virgin, my sweet, so this will be gentle, but I guarantee it’ll be better than anything you’ve felt before.” Rosalyn’s voice sounded from under the skirt, the words coming through slightly muffled and the breaths from every word blowing over her sensitive cunt and causing pleasant tingles.\n\nCylvan’s heart pounded in her chest as she purred with every breath, waiting with great anticipation for things to start.\n\nRosalyn kissed Cylvan’snethers once again, this time more firmly than before, and it made Cylvan shudder and meow in response. “Good, she’s receptive.” Rosalyn thought before she carried on, this time treating the girl with attention from her tongue running across Cylvan’s labia from the bottom and upwards, ending with a teasing flicker at her erect and waiting clit. This elicited a deep meowing moan from the girl that sounded out loudly a few times every time Rosalyn repeated the action, each time moving a little quicker and little more firmly until Cylvan’s thighs squeezed down on either side of Rosalyn’s head, her feet crossing over the woman’s back and holding her in place. Rosalyn clutched at the sides of those pink furred thighs, quite enjoying the sensation of the soft downy fur rubbing over her cheeks, and only feeling encouraged by it to keep going, her tongue going so far as dipping in between Cylvan’s folds, pressing past her lower lips until Rosalyn was practically French-kissing Cylvan’s vagina. Neither of them protesting the act, and both, especially Cylvan, thoroughly enjoying the experience. Even Cylvan’s long tail with a mind of its own had to join in by wrapping itself around one of Rosalyn’s arms and snaking it’s way further along down her spine until it met up with the fuzzy and wagging wolf tail, entwining itself around the other woman's tail and making the embrace so much warmer.\n\nOnce again Cylvan was quick to reach release, and without much warning besides a particularly loud and crying moan. Rosalyn found herself licking less, and swallowing more as the feline’s legs clamped down with all their strength to keep Rosalyn in place and Cylvan’s cum discharged in generous volumes from her cunt and straight into Rosa’s mouth, leaving her with little choice but to lap it all up and swallowing the strangely tasty fluid until the torrent finally stopped and the pink panther fell limp enough for Rosalyn to pry herself free from that tight hold between Cylvan’s thighs.\n\nThe girl’s bare chest heaved up and down with deep, panting breaths, her body still writhing and twitching slightly with the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. Rosalyn raised her head and looked down over the tired kitten’s slender frame, examining the effects of her work and feeling satisfied of a job well done. She’d just made Cylvan hers, and knew the cat felt the same way as she crawled upward over the top of Cylvan and leant down to give her a kiss on the mouth. Cylvan lazily draped her arms around Rosalyn’s neck and sighed heavily, a weak smile on her lips as she kissed back and looked her older lover in the eyes, their matching green irises locking onto one another. “Thank you sho mush, Rosha. Thish was the besht birthday ever.” The way Cylvan slurred, one could assume she was still drunk, but after what Rosalyn just did to the girl, that could be debated. Either way, Rosalyn knew the girl would need a tall drink of water and some sleep after that, and tentatively pried herself from Cylvan’s weak grasp to fetch it.\n\n“You’ll want to drink this, my kitten, before we fall asleep.” Rosalyn said as she handed over one glass to her new, young lover, and downing another glass herself. Cylvan sat up and let the bra, blouse, and waist coat still hanging from her shoulders all fall off and slump down onto the couch behind her, before she leant to the side and against Rosalyn beside her, resting her cheek tiredly on Rosa’s shoulder, her face painted, seeming permanently, with a broad smile on her wide lips. They both got up, Cylvan particularly unsteady on her feet, either because of the alcohol that hit her strongly, or because of Rosalyn’s skilled ministration draining all of her energy. Probably a bit of both, the kitten thought to herself.\n\nRosalyn helped Cylvan out of the living room, and to the foyer hallway and along a few doors towards a bedroom.One of the spare bedrooms, actually, as the master bedroom seemed too far away, Rosalyn thought.They both settled down on the large bed in the middle of the fairly sparsely furnished room.Their arms wrapped around one another and Cylvan’s head rested on top of Rosalyn’s chest, her large ear pressed flat against it to listen to the rhythmic beating in the wolf’s chest as a lullaby to help her to sleep.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Cylvan Ayase was an oddity of a creature in this world; the product of some new experiments to take the sciences that created Therianthropes all those many years ago to the next level. They were, of course, stopped very quickly, but much of the work has still been done and the legacy of it remained, living in society as curiosities or in some extreme cases, freaks.

The feline was born with a unique and strange coat of bright pink fur that many believe is a dye job, but it is very much her natural coat. She’s a further oddity being a computer engineering major at the very young and tender age of only fourteen, having graduated high school at the end of the previous year and having moved to a college dorm and living off the scholarship offered to her. All of this is despite the fact she was orphaned very early in her life and grew up in the harsh realities of the foster system.

All that history is a story for another time however. This is a story of the here and now, and right now, little Cylvan is in distress.

“Nrg! Myah! Why!? Why always on my... Nrah! Always on my damn birthday!” That was the sound of the piping, squeaking voice coming from an isolated dorm room. Inside, Cylvan was struggling to relax on her bed, her body writhing with discomfort as she tried desperately to treat a growing tension in her abdomen.

The nude cat that just turned fifteen a few hours ago was curled up with the covers, her hand buried deeply between her legs. Her digits worked diligently at her nether lips, stimulating the flesh as best they could, but it was barely enough. She squirmed around with hips bucking; all the while she bit firmly at her lower lip to stop herself from moaning out too loudly. Her fingers plunged deep, looking for the right spot to stimulate and help her get a reprieve from her animalistic instincts just long enough to pass the day.

She kept going, trying harder, moving faster, then slowly but steadily, the sensations built up inside her body. The muscles tensed, her spine arched forwards and she gasped out deeply as a small orgasm rocked her body. Cylvan shuddered for a few moments to let the feeling pass and she finally managed to relax, catching her breath as she sprawled out over the bed, panting.

She closed her eyes for a few minutes to let her head clear, chest heaving up and down with every breath. “Bah! I don’t wanna deal with today. It's really going be kak.” She mumbled to herself dejectedly while forcing herself to sit up and stretch out, twisting her neck around to work out the kinks with a few loud cracks and pops.

She sat on the edge of the bed and examined the small room. It was cluttered and messy - the way she liked it - except for the desk, pristine and clear save for the desktop computer at one end of it. She looked across from the dresser and over to an open door leading into a small washroom with a shower, basin and toilet. The girl nodded and with determination, threw herself to her feet and waddled over to the bathroom to clean up.

Moments later she came back out with a pale green towel draped across her shoulders, ruffling her head and face with it to help dry out her long pink hair before making her way to stand in front of an unusually strong floor fan to finish the job. She enjoyed the wild wind across her face and a humming purr filled the room as her ears and long, slender tail fluttered around. A few minutes of this and it left her fur standing up with a comical amount of fluff and her hair hanging over her shoulders with random curls and split ends.

Cylvan made her way over to the dresser and looked at it, thinking carefully. “Won’t be a good idea to wear my suit today.” She mumbled to herself, referring to one of her prouder, but otherwise secret creations. Pulling open a drawer, she grabbed a pair of plain, sky-blue panties and a matching bra, lifting her legs and slipping on the underwear one foot at a time before wrapping the small cupped brassiere around her upper waist and turning it around to slide the straps over her shoulders.

Pushing the drawer shut again, she went over to the closet and found herself a modest beige blouse and a long, grey-plaid skirt, putting them on and finding her favourite footwear.

She slipped on a pair of white socks before reaching for a set of military issue boots, purchased cheap from a thrift store earlier that year, sliding in her pawed feet and taking her time to meticulously thread the laces and tie them off.

Cylvan got up, grabbed her bag, and stood in front of the door heading out to the hallway. She took a deep sighing breath. “Another day, another lesson, another grade.” She whispered out, shaking her head and heading out into the world with her mind full of wandering thoughts she'd rather not be thinking.

The first class was uneventful, it was just a rehash of a subject Cylvan had learned by herself a while ago and she spent most of the class doodling on her tablet absently, but still listening carefully and registering every word to memoryto make into notes later. Afterwards, she made her way towards the empty art room to meet up with a friend, just like they had arranged the previous day. Opening the door slowly, Cylvan peeked inside, with her ears folded flat against her head, only perking up again when she spotted her friend, Rosalyn, sitting on the edge of the lecturer’s desk.

Rosa was six-three tall, and looked like a snow white wolf. Her fiery red hair contrasted sharply with her pristine white fur. Her attire was business professional;with a form-fitting black skirt with golden-yellow pinstripes, a matching sleeveless waist coat hugging her bust that did more to accentuate the size of her breasts than to hide them with any sort of modesty, and an off-white cream blouse beneath that. Rosalyn and Cylvan both had bright green eyes that seemed almost identical, sometimes they joked that they were sisters. They were very close friends and sometimes it seemed like they were indeed sisters.

Rosalyn was the investor originally responsible for giving Cylvan her scholarship, and she often needed to check up with the girl and make sure she was living up to expectations as demanded by her work. Despite the seemingly negative connotations of the position, the two managed to become friends. In her own field, Rosalyn was a very successful business woman; she was strong and confident and used that to her advantage to rise up in the corporate ranks, and ended up as the head of her own corporate division before she even hit her thirties.

Splintered Star Technologies was a firm with its main branch dealing in the development and manufacture of military hardware, but also earned a fair profit from trading specialised computer hardware and software in the civilian market, though usually things adapted from older, declassified military projects.

The woman’s expression brightened as she saw little Cylvan peek in and gave her an excited wave, gesturing her over. The girl complied with a smile as Rosalyn got up. They both hugged each other for a moment and Rosa smiled down at her friend.

“Happy birthday, Pink Panther!” She announced cheerily, using a teasing nickname that Cylvan was rather fond of.

“Eee! Thank you!” Cylvan peeped out and smiled widely, then looked with a crooked eyebrow as Rosa started digging around in her handbag. “I got you a little gift.” Rosalyn said just as she produced a small box embellished with the name of an expensive jewellery brand. Cylvan’s eyes grew wide at the sight as the insides of her ears turned a deeper shade of red, showing how much she was blushing; she tried to hide it by folding them flat to the sides of her head, but that by itself gave away what she was hiding.

The white wolf practically shoved the box into Cylvan’s hands and the girl couldn’t do anything else but open it and look inside. The silver necklace and the teardrop pendant shone in the feline’s glistening green eyes, reflected off those jewelled irises, while her jaw dropped slightly in awe. “I know money’s a little tight for you, but I think every cute girl needs something pretty like this. It’s for you. I hope you like it.” Rosalyn explained while smiling warmly and expectantly at the girl, waiting for her to try it on.

Without a word Cylvan tugged at the dainty silver chain to free it from the velvet-covered cardboard brace that held it in place, and then suddenly found herself with her hands too full to carry on. This confused her a little bit. Rosalyn smirked and took the box from the girl, as if knowing exactly what Cylvan was thinking, and it left the girl free to take both ends of the necklace and pull them around her neck, pushing her hair out of the way and fiddling around behind her neck to try and clasp it. She wasn’t too experienced with even this simple little task most women could do in a heartbeat; she’d never really worn much jewellery besides earrings.

The woman smirked again and set the box down inside her handbag again before gesturing for Cylvan to turn around. With a skewed smile, the girl complied and pulled her hair to the side while handing the chain over. Rosalyn let the pendant rest on Cylvan’s chest while she pulled the silver chain to trace lines over her collar and neckline, then bringing the tiny latch and ring together and locking one into the other.

Standing so close to the young, heated kitten made Rosalyn's nose flare, the distinctive scent being read like a book by that canine sense of smell. Even while the figurative book was scribbled over by the perfumed shampoo and soap trying, but failing, to preserve innocent Cylvan's modesty. Rosalyn suddenly wondered if Cylvan ever pleasured herself, and if so, what thoughts ran though her mind. What were some of Cylvan's fantasies? The younger girl was always very uncomfortable when those kinds of topics came up; she couldn't even speak about them in passing without getting flustered, despite how close the two were as friends.

With the necklace in place, Rosalyn patted Cylvan's shoulder gently and stepped back, while Cylvan turned back around to show her new gift. The pink furred feline pushed out her chest and pulled her neck back so she could look down to see the trinket, a wide toothy smile shaping her lips and pulling her cheeks back.

Rosa simply gave an approving nod while her tail wagged excitedly behind her back, clearly happy to see how the gift fit so well on the younger girl and even more happy to see her smile thankfully. “You really shouldn’t have, Rosa.” The cat girl finally said in a soft and meek voice. “But I can’t say thanks enough. I love it!” She added and jumped forward against the wolfy woman to give her a hug. Another close embrace that little Cylvan made nice and tight, Rosalyn happy to return the gesture.

"I'm glad you like it, my dear." The smooth and silken tones of Rosalyn's voice rang into Cylvan's ears in that way which Cylvan always found strangely alluring since she met the older woman. It was disconcerting for the girl for a while, her usual shy and cautious habits always trying to avoid sensations such as those. Over time, however, those same feelings helped Cylvan to grow closer and friendlier with Rosalyn, and their friendship developed more from that.

In that moment though, with the state of Cylvan's body and her mind filled with emotion, that wasn't the most comfortable moment for the shy girl. In mere seconds her hyperactive mind raced with dozens of images of her and Rosalyn together and deeply intimate. Their warm, friendly embrace was slowly becoming somewhat sensual for the feline, while her conservative mindset found that to be suffocating and claustrophobic.

As politely as she could, Cylvan wiggled her way out of Rosalyn's arms. The older woman picked up on Cylvan's trepidation and furrowed her brows, frowning at Cylvan, worried. Presently she spoke to the dejected looking girl.

"What's the matter, Cylly?" Using another of those playful nicknames to try and keep the mood as bright and pleasant as possible.

"It's... It's nothing." She started, turning her face away with her ears kept flat down to her head, doing her damnedest not to show how much she was really blushing. "Just feeling a little bit... off, today."

Cylvan's tail was coiled tightly around her torso, the long, slender appendage managing to wrap around twice before she clutched the tip in one hand held close to her chest, fiddling with the white and pink furred bristles between her fingers along with that new piece of jewellery hanging from her neck. Thinking about the new gift brought a meek smile back to the girl's face, but as that line of thought carried on, she once again turned to inappropriate ideas, wondering if the necklace was meant to entice her romantically at all.

She shook her head wildly at that idea the instant her usually predominant, logical mind took over once again and told Cylvan it was nothing more than a birthday gift.

Cylvan wanted to turn back and apologize, but she was cut off by Rosalyn's approach.

The older woman knew what was going on in the girl's mind, or at least had a good idea, based on what she learned about how Cylvan often reacted to things, and based on what she knew about the feline's current state of mind and body."Poor Cylvan."Rosalyn thought to herself.

The woman's one arm stretched out and rested gently on the feline's head, softly patting while fingers twitched and moved to massage and tease at the small sensitive spots on and around Cylvan's ears. She spoke, her voice toned to be soft and caring: "Cylly, kitten. Listen. I know what you're going through, and you really don't have to be so shy around me. You are my friend, my best friend, in fact; so you can talk to me about anything on your mind. I want you to open up, my dear, so I can help you through it."

Cylvan found herself purring uncontrollably under Rosalyn's petting. It was such a wicked thing that Rosa did with her fingers; it always broke Cylvan's defences down and made her relax despite all the stresses she found herself under during her premature college days. It forced her to listen carefully to the older woman's words, and she couldn't help but agree on most points. They were the closest friends, and yet Cylvan was still treating the woman like a stranger. Deep down the girl knew exactly why, but she always refused to admit, even to herself, that she was somehow attracted to another female. That's not something a girl should feel! "I'm still a kid that should be innocent and thinking about school and lollipops!"

But the feelings were growing rapidly and the day's events piling up on Cylvan were making it harder and harder to deny them, until they came to a boiling point in the feline's pounding heart. She couldn't take it anymore...

Cylvan turned her head and body around underneath Rosalyn's hand, looked her straight in the face to lock their matching bright green eyes together, staring intently. Rosalyn only stared back with a warm, inviting smile on her lips, though the woman didn't quite manage to detect the turmoil raging behind those emerald irises.

The girl wrapped a hand gently around Rosalyn's wrist and lifted the hand off her head, taking some tentative steps closer and closer to the woman with a meek, nervous smile, but not making a single noise until she was nearly right against the other woman. "I'm sorry." Is all Cylvan peeped out in a soft voice that was barely audible to the wolf's large and keen ears. In that same instant Cylvan tugged firmly on Rosalyn's arm, that brought the tall woman's face down to a level Cylvan could reach before she lunged forward to wrap her arms around Rosalyn's shoulders, similarly standing up high on the tips of her toes for better reach. The motion as a whole bringing Cylvan's lips upward to meet with Rosalyn's in a sudden, firm kiss, revealing everything that Cylvan was feeling for Rosalyn.

The wolf didn't react at first, she couldn't, she was still trying to figure out exactly what was happening and that was taking up every last bit of the woman's confused consciousness. Then as the pieces were falling into place and gears all managed to crank in unison, the woman's only remaining option was to return that kiss by adding a small bit of her own passionate soul, and move her arms around to embrace her friend and try to reinforce that liberation from the girl's inhibitions. Kissing Cylvan, Rosa found the sensation odd, the girl's mouth tasted strange, in a pleasant way. To Rosa, kissing so passionately was like drinking a fine wine, one that left a person craving more after every sip.The woman wanted more. Rosalyn's heart fluttered wildly in her chest, much like Cylvan's. In that moment they both let their attraction run free, despite all of society's rules and guidelines ingrained in their minds, screaming them both to disengage before they get compromised in that embarrassing and highly taboo position.

Cylvan, the one who started it, was the first to let her mind overrule her heart again and slowly, gently, broke away from the kiss. Rosalyn felt the retreat and didn't want to stop at first, her head lowering and her lips trailing with some desperation to stay in contact with her friend, but hesitantly pulled back herself and straightened her posture, arms still resting on the girl's waist.

A few seconds of staring at one another, the insides of both their ears glowing deep shades of red, the blushing pointless to hide from one another at that point. Things grew awkward. Rosalyn piped up with the first thing coming to her mind. "So... Cylly, I never knew you swung that way." The moment she said it, Rosalyn berated herself in her mind, feeling that was exactly the wrong thing to say.

Surprisingly, Cylvan only smiled, a wide and goofy type of smile that seemed like she was quite pleased with herself. Indeed the girl was, her heart pounded in her chest and tail danced around behind her back with elation. It was her first real kiss and she realised now what kind of feelings she had for Rosalyn, and knew by the way Rosalyn kissed back, and how she held the smaller feline now, that those feelings were reciprocated.

Cylvan only put a skewed grin on her lips at first, showing off her fanged teeth while she mulled over the situation in her mind. "I... I didn't know you did either. Heee..." Cylvan said, struggling to decide if she should chuckle or try to kiss Rosalyn again. She opted for giggling, but Rosalyn moved in once again and gave Cylvan another kiss. This one was deeper, more tender and loving, rather than tentative and nervous like the first. Cylvan kissed back much the same way and a soft rumbling in her throat sounded as she purred against the wolf's lips, loving the close contact and growing more and more comfortable with such open affection. She feared she'd lost all inhibitions.

Rosalyn pulled back again and snickered at Cylvan. "I actually swing both ways, my Dear. I thought you should know." Rosalyn stated matter-of-factly, but with a soft cooing to her tone and a wide, warm smile on her lips. "But you've probably realised by now, something like this is very unconventional, unprofessional, and maybe even a bit illegal." The woman's voice grew flatter and sterner as she explained the complication Cylvan created.

The girl's ears folded flat to her head again as she lowered her gaze and sank into herself a bit, an animalistic submissive gesture, showing she heeded Rosalyn's judgement in the matter. "I kn-know. I-I'm sorry." Her voice soft and meek, keeping her gaze low, but her eyes still glimmered with a bit of joy, happy enough that she could feel what she just did even for a moment.

The white wolf piped up again: "It's good you know. Don't be sorry, we just need to be discreet."

"I can be discreet!" Cylvan chirped out with hopeful enthusiasm again.

"Very good!" Rosalyn said once again while giving Cylvan a soft peck on the lips. "Now I was planning on taking you to lunch later and buying you a nice birthday meal. But why don't we make that into our first date instead? What do you say?"

Though it didn't seem possible, the young feline's eyes grew even wider with awe, her face an amalgamation of wild emotions. The poor girl could never handle emotions very well and she didn't know exactly which ones to focus on to make a decision. She went the simple path and chose the positivity of happiness and excitement, against the cautious wishes of her logical mind which demanded she be fearful and nervous.“Today I'm not going to be so much like a machine. I want to have this!” She shouted at herself in her mind.

"That sounds great! I'd really like that."

Rosalyn felt the bravery it took Cylvan in her heart to say those words, smiling wide and happy. "Good to hear, darling." She replied and leant down once again to kiss Cylvan for the last time before they'd see each other again later that evening. They broke the soft embrace and left the empty class room with joy in their hearts, each of them eager to see one another again soon.

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Throughout the day, Rosalyn and Cylvan both sent text messages back and forth whenever there were a few moments to spare between their various daily duties. The words filled with small flirts and loving encouragement, as well as making various arrangements for the evening plans. Without being face-to-face, Cylvan found herself a little bit more confident than she would be in person, her messages to the older woman filled with suggestions that'd otherwise make the cat go catatonic if she ever heard them herself. Rosalyn read deeply into those messages, however, and found some insight into her date's desires and interests.

"I wouldn't mind if you bit me, so long as there's ropes involved."

or

"Handcuffs could be fun."

To mention only a few of the most raunchy sentences; the woman made note of that information and was sure to make use of it if things progressed in the right way.

The arrangements were made though. Rosalyn agreed to pick up Cylvan from the college campus if she agreed to dress in her finest outfit and made sure to wear that new necklace.

Finally back home from the office, Rosalyn wasted no time in getting ready for the date. She undressed, discarding her dirty clothes on the bed to be cleaned up later, and in the nude, stepped into her bathroom to clean up and prepare. She brushed her pristine white fur all the way from her wolfen face, down over her well curved body and thick thighs and eventually ending at the very tips of her toes. Every single strand was exactly where it needed to be and any evidence of even the slightest speck of dirt was nowhere to be found. Clean and precise. Next came the makeup; therianthropestraditionally didn't really need much in the way of makeup, but the few items there was a need, it often needed to be specially catered to furred creatures instead of the naked skin the humans majority possessed.

The treatment started with some simple red lipstick, a darker shade, and the woman was very careful not to get any of it on the fur around her lips. Next was the dye powder that acted as eye shadow, darkening her eyelids and the hollows above them with a faint navy-blue. Finally some eyeliner and mascara, black for her eyelashes, and a second white mixture just for her whiskers. "Perfect." The woman cooed aloud, admiring herself in the mirror with an approving smile. She was confident in herself and didn't have any shame admiring her own body. She knew what all of her assets were and liked to make sure others did too.

Clothing choices came much more quickly to Rosalyn. For underwear, she opted for a pair of bright red boyshort panties, made from see-through lace, but embroidered with frills and swirling patterns in all the right places to stay provocative, but keep from being blatantly vulgar. There was no bra however, the dress she had in mind wouldn't work at all with one.

The dress was made from an impossibly thin material, the fibre threads too small to even see individually with the naked eye, and looking almost like it could have been made from a sheet of opaque latex. Unlike latex, it was smooth to the touch, gave no friction to anything and clung in no way. It was crafted from the latest technology in spider silk, the fabric was only microns thick and in one layer, but it was still the strongest and most robust material in the wolf's closet.

Slipping it on, Rosalyn felt like she was still naked underneath the pale blue clothing, designed cleverly to sit in all the right places but offering no pressure to the body at all besides at the most strategic places to accentuate features and curves.

The design wasn't particularly modest, nor too revealing, offering the visage of a classy diva of sorts, the kind of look that Rosalyn liked to give in formal occasions. The top was a camisole design that covered her chest completely, no cleavage at all, but left her back bare all the way down to just below her tail where a second ribbon was tied in a large bow around the base of her tail, securing the dress to her lower body. The top half was very form fitting, stretching and pressing down on her body with the utmost subtlety and the lines and cuts down the front left her stomach mostly covered, except for an opening around her belly cut so incredibly close to revealing the top hem of her underwear. From there it was a plain smooth sheet that rumpled and flowed with gentle waves around her long, slender legs, and to both sides a sharp cut from the very bottom going all the way up and again risking revealing the presence of those red panties.

Stitching and embossing around her chest gave a bit of rigidity to the dress' design, made in such a way to act as a brassiere by pressing up underneath the bust, bracing against the ribbon collar at the neck, while clever stitching at the sides pulled in from either side to press the breasts together. It forced Rosalyn's sizeable bust to spill into the smooth, spider silk fabric that conformed around her breasts and seemed to contain them only barely.

The dress left many of Rosalyn's body piercings exposed, just the way she wanted. The golden ring in her navel shone in the light while the black lacing, also ribbons of spider silk, of her corset piercing at her lower back was contrasted sharply with the white fur. Above that, the horned U-shape marking of another heritage was also open, but partly hidden by the woman's long hair. The rings in Rosalyn's nipples were also partly visible as faint outlines and shading against the smooth surface of the silk dress, the fabric completely opaque to hide all colours, but shapes pressed into it were still unhidden.

For shoes, Rosalyn opted for a pair of very high heeled sandals with long and thin stiletto stalks adding four inches to her height and giving Rosalyn's frame the illusion of a giant Amazon woman. They were strapped to her feet by delicate leather ribbons of shining black and entwined themselves all around her lower legs just up to where Rosa tied them off in bows just below her knees.

Again, there was admiration in the mirror and Rosalyn gave herself a wide, toothy grin. Her only worry was that she would scare her poor, shy date off after seeing the outfit.

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Cylvan’s eyes darted frantically back and forth through the small closet that held most of her clothing. None of which was at all the kind of 'fancy' that she wanted to wear for her date in a few hours. She clutched her head in worry and frustration, growling to herself before she perked up with a sudden smile.

The girl crossed over to her bed and knelt down beside it, pulled out a relatively flat, but wide trunk from underneath. A grin came on her face as she started to open it to reveal a collection of cosplay costumes. She started removing the various articles of costume clothing carefully and placed them out across her bed so she could review it all in the open.

She found from a medieval fantasy costume a long white skirt with ribbons of blue making a decorative trim, along with a matching wide frilled petticoat to give it some volume. Next she pulled from a science fiction costume a beige faux leather waistcoat with no sleeves, removed some of the badges to leave it plain, and got a pair of similarly coloured leather sandals with brass buckled straps. Finally to complete the outfit, she found a deep blue long sleeved blouse from her closet.

The feline lazily undid the first button of her beige blouse and pulled it up over her head, and turned her attention to the buttons and zipper holding her skirt in place. She discarded both into a pile of other older clothes in the corner, buried somewhere underneath it all being a small hamper in desperate need of being taken down to the Laundromat. A quick glance at a mirror to her side revealed to Cylvan that she needed to change her underwear. Being in heat, combined with the events of earlier that day, and compounded even more by her thoughts of Rosalyn and the date to come, gave the girl various surges of arousal. Arousal lead to some messy outcomes which left her panties with a clear and visible dark stain that smelled strongly of musky pheromones.

She shuddered and peeled the underwear from her hips and let them fall to the floor, quickly retrieving a fresh pair, these ones plain white in colour, and slipping them on.

With that out of the way, the girl could focus on grooming herself more thoroughly. She sat down on the foot of her bed, looking towards her closet and the mirror mounted against the door. With a fine and soft bristled brush she combed every inch of her body. She was meticulous in making sure every strand of her soft and luxurious fur was in its place, neat and tidy. After removing the ties in her hair, she carried on brushing her hair diligently, using a broader and firmer brush, untangling every knot and straightening every single end. Cylvan wasn't one to easily give in to vanity, but one thing she was always proud of was her hair. It was always shampooed and conditioned thoroughly, keeping the pink locks soft, shining, and luxuriously thick. She set it all into place with a light misting of hair spray to help retain the shape before tying it back up into a single long ponytail left to hang free from the back of her head and draping over one shoulder.

Cylvan got dressed in her prepared outfit, again diligent at making everything fit into the perfect place, wanting to impress Rosalyn by cleaning up as best she could. Thinking about it more and more started to bring back strong nervous feelings again and a swarm of butterflies seemed to multiply inside of her stomach by the minute. She felt like she was going to throw up. She shook her head wildly and clamped her eyes shut, repeating a kind of mantra in her mind that was made up of memories from all her senses, not just words. The routine cleared her mind she fell into a deep trance of pure logic. It shut down her emotions for the time being, and she could relax and focus.

Objective: Continue to prepare for a formal meeting with Rosalyn Elliot.

She let that line fill her awareness and her stomach settled. She straightened up and looked at the mirror, and then over the room. She was dressed, but there was still more to be done. A fresh spray of perfumes to mask the scent of her heat, and replacing the piercings that dotted her face with blue jewelled ones to look more fitting with her attire. Then there was the new necklace around her neck. She adjusted it and let it hang from her neck over the top of her blouse showing it off.

She was done and dropped out of that logic-trance just in time as she heard her phone ringing over at her desk.

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Rosalyn was on the phone to Cylvan to let her date know she was ready and waiting just outside the campus in a hired shuttle car. Cylvan cheerily confirmed and packed a few of her things into a purse before darting outside and over the university's parking lot to find Rosalyn.

Rosalyn wasn't hard to find and Cylvan nearly fell flat on her face when she saw the older woman in that stunning dress. It was beautiful and acted as nothing more than the perfect frame to show off a perfect picture. It seemed like that sparkling silk dress and the tall, wondrously curved wolf woman were made for one another. Cylvan couldn't help but stare with a gaping jaw for almost a full minute.

Rosalyn stared with curiosity at Cylvan from the distance. She wondered what was wrong before she let her eyes focus more closely and noted the expression. The wolf stifled a chuckle at her date's comical reaction, shaking her head dismissively, but enjoying how she had that effect on Cylvan. It was exactly the kind of thing she wanted to happen.

With an excited wave and calling Cylvan over, it broke the feline from her stupor. Rapidly shaking her head and hurriedly making her way over to the car with a frantic scurrying motion, Cylvan finally greeted her date.

"Heya! Rose!" Cylvan said with a bright and cheery squeal to her voice. "You look amazing!" She added while glancing and gesturing excessively to the tall woman's outfit. Rosalyn smiled wide and gave a playful giggle before replying. "Thanks, Cylly. You look great yourself. I've never seen you in such a pretty outfit. "

The feline felt a sudden bout of pride and self-approval from Rosalyn's words, and couldn't help but twirl around playfully, showing off the outfit and letting the skirt flare out with style. The woman nodded approvingly and clapped at the small show. Cylvan came to a standstill and giggled softly, looking up at the tall woman. Even now, Cylvan noted, Rosalyn carried that constant aura of womanly intimidation. The white wolf was more woman than any man could handle, and a force to be reckoned with when opposed. That didn't bother Cylvan though; the girl had gotten past the woman's barriers earlier that day and managed to win this date. A grand prize indeed.

Rosalyn felt a similar kind of sense of achievement. Cylvan had her own defences that were hard to overcome, and despite catching the girl at her weakest, Rosalyn felt honoured that Cylvan could have felt that way in the first place. She was best friends with the cat for a good reason. Cylvan was an admirable character with a strong soul and a brilliant mind, the core inside of a shy and neurotic shell that Rosalyn had been working hard over time to whittle away carefully without damaging what was inside. Rosalyn thought: 'Today I've made wonderful progress.' The idea brought a wide grinning smile to Rosalyn's face.

The long silence between the two started to grow awkward and Cylvan was the one most sensitive to such things. She turned her head away shyly and scratched a false itch there as an excuse to cover the shyness on her face. Rosalyn giggled once again and put a hand down on top of Cylvan's head, no regard to how meticulously the girl had groomed it, and started scratching at those weak points which broke down all coherent thought and reduced Cylvan into an adorable, purring kitten.

Catching Cylvan at the most vulnerable again, the wolf leant forward and gave Cylvan a quick kiss on the lips before speaking. "Come along now Cylly! I've made a reservation and we are almost late." Rosalyn cooed to the girl and gestured to the open back door of the hired luxury sedan.Cylvan twitched her head with small, rapid shakes, clearing her mind and snapped into action. She scurried into the car, mindful of her skirt and scooted over to the far side, Rosalyn was in as well soon after.

Cylvan's eyes, forever watchful and curious, darted back and forth inside the car. She noted the make and model, an expensive model from a local manufacturer in the African Federation and filled to the brim with luxury and refinement that only somebody like Rosalyn could ever afford to hire for an evening like this, much less buy a brand new one. The seats were covered in incredibly soft white-cream leather, the trimmings made with shining, polished wood and chrome fittings on every dial and device. The devices, there were so many. The head rests had Two-Deeprojectors installed on the back of them with folding down keyboards, and Cylvan presumed there would be a Q-router installed somewhere in the car as well for uninterruptable internet access.

Finally Cylvan noticed the man sitting in the front-right of the car in the driver's seat. He seemed to be the exact opposite of what Rosalyn was. He appeared young, early twenties at the very most, and small-framed. He was canine as well, though, a Siberian husky by the looks of it with uneven shades of white, cream, and grey fur. Cylvan could only see his eyes in the mirror,one was pale blue, and the other a swirling mixture of blue and brown.

A label in the centreboard between the front seats identified him as "Chad". Chad wore a typical driver's uniform. A dark navy-blue suit, white shoes, and a black tie, all topped off with a driver's hat with a red ribbon around the middle.

All of these observations took Cylvan about five seconds to take in, and in that time Rosalyn had reached out to tap the driver's shoulder and told him to start going. Silently he started the car and gradually pulled off into the evening.

The ride was quick and smooth, and the two ladies in the back of the car barely had any time to make any small talk before they got into the richer and fancier parts of the city where their destination lied. They pulled up into a parking lot of a small strip mall, featuring expensive stores selling only luxury goods and services. The driver stopped right in front of a restaurant's entrance, getting out and opening the door for Rosalyn and Cylvan. They filed out and made their way inside while the driver went off to find a spot to park nearby.

An usher by the door gave a nod the moment he saw Rosalyn approach and gestured for the woman and her guest to follow him to their reserved table. Cylvan observed that interaction with a curious mind and realised Rosalyn had a lot of power and influence in many places, both high and low. The workers at this restaurant knew her by reputation above all else and behind the visage of order and refinement, they'd be clamouring to make sure everything would be as perfect as it could be for the imposing, red headed wolf. Cylvan was nothing if not impressed.

The two were lead through the small restaurant towards the back where a private booth awaited them. The usher pulled a curtain aside and Rosalyn and Cylvan took seats on opposite sides of the table, facing one another.

"I hope you like this place, Cylly." Rosalyn said once she saw the usher was gone. Cylvan listened, but didn't respond just yet. There were menus already waiting for them at the table, and Cylvan had a habit of taking them and eagerly paging through it all. Cylvan was in awe of all the wonderful looking dishes available, but a glance at the price lists, halted that enthusiasm and made her eyes widen in shock. "Rosalyn... This place, these prices. This is insane!" The feline tapped on the pages of the menu and gave Rosalyn a disconcerted frown.

"Hush Cylly." Rosalyn countered with a chuckling tone, staring Cylvan down with a warm smile. "It's your birthday, and I want to treat my date with something very special. Ignore the prices and order anything at all, however much of it, that your heart desires. It's all on me."

"But... Okay." Cylvan just blushed deeply, the inside of her large cat's ears practically glowing like red stop lights. She hid her face quickly behind the menu and followed Rosalyn's suggestion, the wolf leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms, grinning. "You're too cute, you know that?" She commented before lazily picking up the menu herself and scanning over it. She already knew what she wanted, it was just Cylvan that she waited for now.

It wasn't long before a waitress came and delivered a pitcher of iced water and two pre-filled glasses, setting it down and leaving it near the back side of the table close to the booth's wall. "Can I offer you any drinks yet?" The server asked with a bright smile and a cheerful tone. "Bring a bottle of this wine for me." Rosalyn said, gesturing to its name on the menu, while Cylvan piped up to ask for a glass of coke. Silently, while Cylvan wasn't looking, Rosalyn gestured for the waitress to bring two glasses for the wine. "Well order something to eat in a minute. Bring the drinks along." Rosalyn instructed and gave the waitress a nod to be dismissed.

As they waited, Rosalyn turned back to her date and gave Cylvan a warm smile. The girl caught the glance and returned the gesture with a bit of hesitation. "See anything you like, sweetie?" The older woman inquired and pointed at the menu. Cylvan glanced back down to the booklet and shrugged, sheer bewilderment on her face. "There's so much to choose from and it all looks so delicious. I'm not used to places like these. Whenever I went out back home, I just ordered some burgers and a waffle. Seems like a waste to do that here, though."

"I know what kind of appetite you've got. So why choose at all? Just take a few dishes that look like your favourites, and whatever you want for desert. Remember, anything at all."

Rosalyn waited a moment longer to let Cylvan make her final decisions before pulling at a tasselled string near the entrance of the booth, summoning the waitress after barely a minute. They placed their orders, Rosalyn going with a lamb rib dish and some vegetables. Cylvan, on the other hand, chose something far more varied. There were two servings of fried prawns, barbecued beef ribs, potatoes, vegetables, and a tuna fish cake.

It was enough to make even Rosalyn cringe a little bit on behalf of her bank account and she felt a bit of regret giving Cylvan free reign like that with the menu. She made a mental note to take Cylvan some place a bit cheaper next time. She realised Cylvan would likely be happier there, and Rosalyn could save a bit of money as well. For now, however, Rosalyn enjoyed the comically large order and how wide eyed the waitress got while writing it all down, thinking that the large order would costs about as much as the waitress' whole pay check.

The waitress shuffled away from the booth with an amazed expression and headed off to get the order processed, coming back with the drinks quickly and vanishing again. Rosalyn and Cylvan were left alone at last for a fair amount time. Conversation came quickly.

"Today was a really interesting day." Cylvan commented before taking a sip from the fizzy black drink, while Rosalyn's ears perked up to listen. Cylvan sighed and carried on. "Professor Volkov gave me some cash for my birthday. It's sweet. He's even tighter on cash than I am after his divorce, but he still gives a gift to every one of his student on their birthdays. One of the reasons his class is so popular and always has such high scores."

Rosalyn couldn't help but smile at the heart-warming story, and think about what kind of generosity still grows in the world. "That is sweet. People like him are real treasures to find." The older woman replied and laid a hand out over the top of the table, palm up and open, fingers twiddling to draw Cylvan's attention. The feline giggled silently and put her own hand down into that waiting palm and took a firm, caring grasp.

"What about you? Anything else interesting happen?" Cylvan said.

"Just the kinds of things only you'd find interesting." Rosalyn said in jest, adding: "Business reports, signing a hundred documents. The kind of busy work you say you enjoy, little weirdo." Her voice was lilting and teasing and made Cylvan roll her eyes. The girl's rebuke was frantic. "I never said I'd enjoy it! I'd just be good at it. Repetitive work makes me focus my attention, and lets me clear my mind. And you know how cluttered my mind can get."

"I'm playing with you, my dear. Relax." The wolf chimed and shook her head dismissively, Cylvan copying the gesture with a skewed smile. Cylvan's hand idly drifted up to fiddle with the new necklace draping over her chest, and the memory of how she received it that morning flashed in her mind. "Thank you again so much for this, Rosalyn. I really do like it, it's gorgeous.

"My pleasure, Cylvan. I just want my best friend to be happy. It's almost as gorgeous as you are." They both smiled to one another with love and warmth in their eyes, feeling themselves get lost in the mutual gaze. Rosalyn was drawn to lean closer and closer, even lifting herself off her seat slightly to reach her date. Cylvan leant over much the same way and their lips met in the middle, kissing one another with tender care and soft, loving murmurs. The kiss was short before they broke from one another and seated back down properly, sharing a playful giggle. "You're a good kisser, Cylly." Rosalyn commented with a sly smirk, and the feline just kept giggling, feeling a hint of pride, and embarrassed by it a little, feeling the need to explain

"You're my... Really my first kiss, though. So, uhm... Thanks."

Rosalyn chuckled again at that and reached over the table to quickly grabthe girl's hand and squeeze it lovingly. "I'm surprised you don't have dozens of potential dates, my dear, you're a real catch." Cylvan thought about the comment, and she knew exactly why that was. It was a mixture of circumstance and deliberate manipulation of her relationships. Though most of her friends were boys, they were all the same kinds of shy and timid types she was, and she acted shy and timid with them in return.

She never drew the attention of the male jock-types in high school either, other than occasionallyassisting them with homework. But she was too intellectually intimidating for them while still keeping those shy barriers up at all times. "Too much effort" was one rumour she heard among the males at her old school describing trying to get close to Cylvan. It wasn't a negative to her; it was exactly what she wanted. There was no time for romance when all she wanted to do was study and otherwise nerd-out alone.

With Rosalyn staring at her from across that table, those old desires seemed so far away. All she wanted now was to be close with the woman. She raced her mind into finding a suitable reply to the woman's last comment. "I guess I was just holding out for the right kind of person." Cylvan cooed with a wink. This time it seemed like the wolf was blushing. Her ears turned faintly redder before flitting back to hide the pink inner surface.

"I'm really honoured you'd let me into your heart, Cylvan. I've always liked you; you're a great person hidden behind that shy shell of yours." Again a long gaze full of that attractive energy formed between them, only to be broken by the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching and followed by the curtain shuffling aside. Dinner was served.

The meal was a wonderful social lubricant, especially for Cylvan who was so passionate about good food. She ate very quickly and barely left any gaps for breathing. Her focus was on the seafood, her favourite of the dishes. She didn't even bother to try and shell the prawns, stuffing them whole in her mouth and chewing up the crunchy exteriors as the salted juices poured into her mouth, exploding with flavour. The few breaks she did have between bites were filled with jokes and playful flirting. Rosalyn enjoyed watching Cylvan eat, she could see how much the young feline enjoyed the meal, and the thought of every bite of that expensive meal making a "ca-ching" was just a distant whisper. The woman was amazed at how that tiny frame was able to consume so much food and drink and still keep a fairly lithe body type. Rosalyn ate slowly herself, taking small pecking bites in contrast to how Cylvan was stuffing her mouth full.

Cylvan ate quickly and ate a lot; her daily meals were regularly the size of two or three main courses for most adults, but, bizarrely, she always kept a very small figure. This was due to an incredibly high metabolism the girl was both blessed and cursed with. It was a product of her alteration before birth; she had to eat like that purely to keep herself suffering from malnutrition, not for pleasure. Her body ran hot and ran fast, giving her a lot of energy to use every day, but also burning through that nutritive energy incredibly quickly.

Eventually they were both done eating and left with nothing but drinks and each other to keep them occupied. "This is incredibly good wine." Rosalyn commented as she finished the last sip in her glass and wasting no time to pour yet another. Through the whole meal she drank about half the bottle, while Cylvan probably emptied at least a full keg of cola. Rosalyn glanced at the extra glass standing untouched on the table and then looked back at Cylvan. "Hey, do you want to try a glass of this?"

Cylvan's ears perked up and she eyed the clear off-white liquid as Rosalyn swirled it around. Her curiosity was piqued, and a genuinely scientific intention made Cylvan strongly consider taking the offer. Typical teenage rebellion was never something the pink feline succumbed to. "I'll have a taste, if you say it's good. I've never had wine before."

Rosalyn smiled widely and poured that second glass full, sliding it along the table and past the used plates. The younger girl leant over it on the table and sniffed it curiously, her nostrils catching the faint bite of the alcohol, but a sweet-sour aroma of the white grapes was dominant, reminding her of grape juice. With a shrug she lifted the glass and took a sizeable sip, leaving it in her mouth a moment to savour the flavour. Sweet and sour flavours prevalent, but the sharp tickle of the alcohol ran over her taste buds before she swallowed, leaving that warm sensation to run all the way down Cylvan's throat, making her shudder.

Rosalyn looked over Cylvan with an expectant gaze, anticipating what kind of comment the girl might have. "It's interesting, I like it. Not bad at all." Cylvan looked over the glass and gave it an approving nod and sipped some more. Over the next few minutes the two finished off the last half of the bottle together. Rosalyn was feeling the faint swirling in her mind as the alcohol started to affect her as three quarters of a bottle of expensive wine rightly would. Cylvan was unaffected for the moment, only two glasses, even from a novice drinker, wouldn't have a profound effect, especially after such a large meal. Their time at the restaurant was coming to a close and Cylvan washed down the great meal with a large drink of water.

They got up and left the booth, heading towards the front counter. Rosalyn produced a card from her handbag and swiped it at the usher's instruction, the payment for their meal done. Cylvan was close behind Rosalyn and the wolf was slow to notice the way her date seemed very unstable on her feet, only turning around and seeing after the car pulled up. She raised a brow and watched the young feline sway and tip back and forth unsteadily. "Cylvan, are you okay?"

The girl took a moment to reply, smiled and said: "Yeahs, I fweel a bit fwunny, but it fweels good. I'm osh-kay, though." The slurring was the obvious symptom Rosalyn needed to confirm. "My dear kitten, I think you're drunk." Cylvan's eyes widened for a moment before she settled back down. A small stumbled step sent her forward to lean over against her taller date's arm, resting her weight on the wolf to prevent the swirling sensation in her eyes. "Wows, rehlly? Thishishintahreshteeng." More of that slurred speech made Rosalyn chuckle while cradling the girl against her side, guiding her into the car. "I never thought you'd be a light weight, Cylly." Rosalyn commented as she shut the door behind her and instructed the driver to take them to her house. "I'm shorryRosha. Hehee. It wash ghud whine though!"

The alcohol kept working in Cylvan’s system to whittle away at her inhibitions, and the girl could feel the scratching and gnawing of her supressed desires come more and more to her attention. Ideas of things she never knew she truly wanted started to flash in her mind and manifested themselves as a sense of unease, as if she didn’t do it now she’d never be able to ever again. The biggest of those desires at the moment was to have Rosalyn, and Cylvan told herself she would have what she wants.

Just as Cylvan came to her revelation, the sedan pulled away gently and headed off to the destination. At the same time Rosalyn tapped at Cylvan’s nose playfully with a finger and giggled at her drunken state. This didn’t break the girl’s resolve and she leant over the wolf from the side and planted a firm kiss on her neck. At the same time the feline’s hand reached over and around to grasp at Rosalyn’s thigh, fingers groping at the soft flesh as they moved further up towards the older woman’s hip and bottom.

Twice in the same day Rosalyn was caught off guard by the pink cat, but she wasn’t one to deny she enjoyed such pleasant surprises. However it dawned on her that this was very unusual behaviour for Cylvan that always used to be so timid and could never act as forward as she did that day. She grew concerned and rebuffed the feline’s advance with a gentle push away so she could speak: “Cylvan, my dear, are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting a little weird.”

Cylvan’s eyes lifted to meet Rosalyn’s and a frown grew on her lips before lowering her head to look down. “I’m sho... sorry. I don’t know wha’sh I’m doing. I jush feel I really... I really, well, I’unno, I guesh I jush like you. Lots. And I wanna be with you. Tonight you let me feel, sh-shpecial. I want to shoh you how much.”

Rosalyn’s ears folded down and flat behind her head, an uncommon submissive gesture for a woman used to always having her way. Even when slurred drunkenly and barely understandable, Cylvan’s words rang deep in Rosalyn’s heart and she reached out rapidly to wrap her arms around the girl’s waist pulled her in for a tight hug and leant down to kiss her date deeply and passionately.

The driver noticed the embrace in the mirror, and while intrigued, had enough professionalism to avert his gaze and flip the switch to close the screen just behind him. The women in the back saw that and broke out giggling before carrying on with their tender attention to one another. Cylvan, always the curious cat, was drawn to Rosalyn’s bust, reaching up and grasping at one with a hand, wanting to feel what such a large breast felt like. Soft and malleable under the feline’s groping, but her sensitive skin noticed the anomaly at the nipple in her palm. Fingers moved down and traced the outline of something solid hidden beneath silk fabric of Rosalyn’s dress, something artificial, metal. Cylvan’s head pulled back and a skewed smile showed at the corner of her mouth. “Are they... ?” She gestured with a pinching motion of her fingers. Rosalyn stifled a laugh and nodded with a wry and grin. “Yes. My nipples are pierced, both of them.” Cylvan gave a soft peeping snicker before carrying on to explore more of the curvaceous woman’s body.

The hand previously on her thigh moved down towards the knee then around and brushed the silk dress aside then traced upwards on the inside of the thigh, brushing past the soft, white fur there and stopping short of reaching the woman’s underwear, Cylvan hesitating to go any further without permission. Rosalyn didn’t give it with any words, but the way she started to undo the top buttons of Cylvan’s blouse did show that she wanted a turn herself. The woman licked her lips deliberately for Cylvan to see, showing what she wanted before taking it. Her hands slipped into the girl’s blouse and her fingers snaked over the bra and smaller breast inside, giving it a firm squeeze that elicited a soft meow from the feline. “You like that, huh?” Rosalyn taunted and Cylvan replied with a meek blush. “It’s okay, kitten. You don’t need to be scared, just let your feelings out and I’ll be sure to take care of you tonight. It’s your birthday, after all, and I want to make it special for you.”

The woman’s proclamation made a tear form at the corner of Cylvan’s eye and it rolled down her cheek a short way before being absorbed into the fur. Rosalyn smiled and her hand came up to cup Cylvan’s cheek and she gave the feline a tender kiss on the forehead, then the nose, and finally a softer one on the lips that quickly grew deep and passionate, drawing them back into one another’s ministrations. Cylvan quickly accepted that as the permission she wanted earlier and didn’t waste time to press two fingers firmly against Rosalyn’s panties, rubbing back and forth over the red fabric and stimulating the woman’s sex beneath. It was Rosalyn’s turn to let out a soft, pleasured moan into the kiss that only made Cylvan eager to give Rosalyn more.

Outside the windows, the bright and varied colours of the town centre’s night lights faded away to the diffuse glow of a full moon and the occasional spots of street lamps along the quiet road leading to the city outskirts where Rosalyn’s home was found.

Cylvan wanted to take the next step and started to lift her hand to hook around the waistband of Rosalyn’s underwear, only to be interrupted and her hand guided away gently. Cylvan pulled from the kiss and Rosalyn saw the disappointment in the feline’s eyes, but giving only a smile. “Patience, Pink Panther, we’re almost home and can enjoy ourselves in peace there. Just relax for now.” The woman’s voice was cooing and Cylvan’s sad eyes lit up and a toothy grin painted over her face.

The effects of the wine were starting to stabilize in Cylvan and even Rosalyn wasn’t feeling the buzz anymore by the time the vehicle stopped in front of the gate to Rosalyn’s property. The driver stepped out and opened the car door and carefully helped both ladies out, especially Cylvan who was still very unstable on her feet.Any new motion caused the alcohol to mess with her senses all over again, especially her sense of balance and she flopped over limply into the driver’s arms, forcing him to catch her and nearly falling over himself.

Cylvan giggled at her own clumsiness and the frightened and frantic expression on the driver’s face made Rosalyn laugh just as much before she helped him out and took Cylvan to her own side. “That’ll be all, Chad, thank you for the help tonight. Have a good night.” She waved him off with her free hand and so did Cylvan, twiddling her fingers at him and smiling warmly. “Thanks!” She cried just as he closed the door and headed off. “C’mon drunkie.” Rosalyn teased again as she reached into her handbag to find and press the button on a remote that opened the front gate leading into the yard.

From the outside, the house wasn’t small by any means, two stories tall and easily two dozen separate and sizeable rooms inside, but the property itself was far, far bigger, the walled off square stretching for two kilometres across on all sides and the area inside being mostly an open and slightly hilly field with a few patches of trees and bushes breaking the plain landscape. In a smaller and low-fenced area around the house itself, was a carefully tended lawn and garden area and a cobblestone pathway from the gate to the front door.

Cylvan looked up at the house built from red bricks with her bleary eyes and still managed to take in the grand scale of the older-styled architecture of the building left over from a previous era.

“Wow Roshe... I ne’er knew you had sush a big plashe... I mean, I’s knew you were kinda rich, but shtill, wow!”

“Heh, I don’t really like bringing too many people here. It’s my private place and I like it to be nice for me. But sometimes somebody special comes along and I like to share it. Somebody like you.”

As they started heading up towards the house a loud bark broke the tranquil silence of the evening and a black shape leapt over the low fence in the distance, followed by another two barks and the black creature skidded to a stop on the pathways right in front of Cylvan and Rosalyn. The figure was clearly a large breed of dog of some sort, Cylvan saw, but definitely larger than any domestic pet she knew. It took her a moment to identify that it was an actual wolf, with shining, jet-black fur, and large, pale-blue eyes. The sight would have been frightening if not for the fact it was sitting on its haunches with one front paw extended and playfully swiping at Rosalyn, waiting for her to greet him. The woman reached out and ruffled at the animal’s head, messing up the smooth fur, but it made the black wolf yelp happily and its tail went wild as it wagged. “Cylvan, meet Luka, don’t worry about him, he looks scary but he’s a sweetheart. Absolutely useless as a real guard dog, I’m afraid.”

The creature moved towards Cylvan and started sniffing around her feet and moved further up, getting the feline’s scent and immediately identifying her as a friend, just like a potential burglar a few months earlier who also managed to unwittingly befriend the black wolf, before being scared off after Luka tried to show too much love.

Cylvan carefully reached out and also gave Luka a pat on the head, he barked happily like a puppy and instantly slobbered all over the feline’s hand. “Luka! Down boy!” Rosalyn protested before the wolf could get too carried away. “Like I said, useless.” She added. Cylvan chuckled and nuzzled at Rosalyn’s side and waved goodbye to Luka as they passed him, replying: “But he’sh adorable, you can’t get mad at a woofy like that.”

“No you can’t.” Rosa said dejectedly and shook her head, smirking.

Rosalyn opened the door and led her date inside, shutting it behind her and shutting out Luka with the saddest face a dog could ever muster. “Tomorrow.” Rosalyn mouthed at him before he went out of sight behind the oak door. Luka was a smart dog and understood what it meant, his mood improved before he ran off back into the field to play in the light of the full moon.

The foyer was a long hallway with a set of stairs at the far end and two doors on both sides, and with an intersection in the centre with another hallway running across. The first door to the right lead straight into the living room, and they were slowly drifting towards it.

Inside Cylvan couldn’t wait any longer and was at it again, pressing herself up against Rosalyn and holding on until the older woman leaned down to give the girl another kiss, musing. “You’re an eager one, Cylly cat; I’ll have to do something extra special for you.” She said as he swept an arm underneath Cylvan’s bottom and behind her legs, lifting the girl off the ground and picking her up with only a little strain. It wasn’t that Rosalyn was especially strong, but that Cylvan wasn’t all that heavy herself.

The panther was carried out of the foyer and into the living room, being shown just how luxurious the interior of the house really was. The wooden floors were shining and every step sounded muted, signalling a high quality job laying it. The walls looked marble and every corner was made to look like a great pillar. A chandelier hung over the living space in the middle with three large velvet couches scattered across the room, all facing a very low table in the centre. The closest couch was where Rosalyn dropped the girl off before pushing her down and leaning her weight over Cylvan, a wide, salacious grin on the wolf face, Cylvan finding her own confidence outmatched and biting at her bottom lip nervously.

“Don’t you worry, kitten. I won’t bite... Too hard.” She teased before leaning down and kissing Cylvan’s lips once then kissing again, this time at her chin, and again and again, each time going lower down her neck and eventually her chest, until the wolf reached the cusp of Cylvan’s modest bosom somewhat exposed through the undone buttons of her blouse. The woman used her nose to move the blue cloth out of the way and started pressing her nose down into Cylvan’s cleavage, her bust held up and together by the bra fitted snugly to her body. The wolf took in a deep breath, gathering the combined scent of Cylvan and the strong perfume she wore. That brought a soft whimper from Cylvan as the girl pulled her head back and raised her chest upwards. Rosa’s tongue lapped out and licked upwards along the line that her nose tracked, catching on the pendant and necklace that she gave to Cylvan that morning, tugging once playfully before letting go again and letting the jewellery drop back in the feline’s cleavage.

Cylvan felt a little overwhelmed, to say the least, more because she didn’t want to do anything wrong and disturb the joy she felt while Rosalyn seemed to worship Cylvan’s body like that. Her deep, strained breaths and occasional quiet moans only drew Rosalyn to keep going, however, and the girl submitted herself in the woman’s very capable hands.

Rosalyn’s hand once again moved onto Cylvan’s breast, giving it a firm squeeze much like before, but this time not letting go, staying in constant, pulsating motions as she massaged through the bra again, soon finding it less of a cute article of clothing, and more of a hindrance. Cylvan writhed gently and breathed out soft, pleasured moans as she let her own hands slide up along Rosalyn’s biceps, resting at the shoulder and grasping, gently at first, but growing into a firmer and firmer hold, possessive almost and not wishing to let go.

The wolf soon got tired and stopped the massaging, reaching down to the clasp between Cylvan’s breasts and with a quick flick popping it open, pulling the pale-blue bra aside to let Cylvan’s breasts bounce free. On her back and without the bra holding things in place, gravity made it seem like Cylvan was rather flat chested. The wolf lifted herself up and looked down over the girl, her deep emerald eyes sweeping back and forth, up and down to admire her new lover’s exposed body. “You’re beautiful.” Is all the woman said before she dropped down again and latched straight onto one of Cylvan’s nipples, perky and puffy with arousal, and growing even more so with Rosalyn’s tongue slithering all over it. As she was suckling and on occasion even nibbling at it, Cylvan’s meowing moans grew louder and more frequent, even moreso as she switched sides and gave the other breast the same attention.

“Nyah! Ahn... Rosa!” The girl called out, having forgotten about much of the world around as her conscious mind flooded with what Rosalyn was doing to her. It was getting too much as the girl’s chest pushed up as far as it would go and her hips gyrated lustily, grinding up against Rosalyn’s stomach where it made contact. The scent of a feline in heat grew more obvious and pronounced over the perfume’s failing attempt at masking it, making the girl’s desperation and desire obvious to her lover and putting her in a severe disadvantage over a woman used to being the controlling force while intimate. Cylvan didn’t mind that at all, letting it happen as Rosalyn wordlessly started undoing the rest of Cylvan’s blouse and the leather waistcoat, opening up the cat’s stomach for Rosalyn to tickle with her lips as she covered it with kisses, replacing Cylvan’s moans with more playful giggles. The wolf soon reached the hem of Cylvan’s long white skirt and started undoing the ribbon fastening, leaving it loose enough to pull down but holding off on that for the moment, leaving the young cat to bite her bottom lip again, this time less from nerves and more out of anticipation.

Rosalyn sat upright and looked down over Cylvan, smirking knowingly as she reached up and behind her head. Cylvan stared back with a happy smile through her bitten lip, wondering exactly what Rosalyn was doing up until she saw the clasp of that collar attached to her dress come loose and the outfit dropping down off her body, crumpling forward and letting the woman’s large breasts drop free with quite a bit of bouncing.

Cylvan’s jaw dropped a little at the sight and she couldn’t keep herself from staring no matter what she tried. The girl realised something. For a long time she could feel that she liked other women, found beauty in the feminine form. But never once until this day did she admit it to anyone, not even herself. Watching Rosalyn’s sizeable bust bounce and sway enticingly above her now only confirmed it and there was no denying it to either of them. Her attention was soon drawn to the two shining golden rings pierced through Rosalyn's nipples and it piqued the feline’s curiosity again as she wondered how it would feel to have them put in. She knew what piercings in her ears, lip and eyebrow were like, but those weren’t particularly sensitive places. But that idea would be left for another time, Cylvan was too drawn to what was right before her and she had to reach out to grasp at both breasts together, Rosalyn allowing it, and even guiding the young girl’s hands to the best place to take hold. At the same time Rosalyn’s hands moved to grasp at Cylvan’s chest the same way and the two of them groped and massaged at each other together, drawing mutual moans and pleasured whines from one another.

“Hrrmm... You’re good at this.” The wolf whispered, praising Cylvan for her talent despite her inexperience. The younger girl was encouraged by that and gave a firm squeeze in return, making Rosalyn groan happily. Rosalyn soon felt that was enough however and stopped everything, pulling Cylvan’s hands away from her chest so the wolf could stand up and remove her dress completely, letting it drop to the floor and leaving Rosalyn dressed in nothing but her red boyshort panties. Similarly Rosalyn took a hold of the skirt still loosely wrapped around Cylvan’s legs and pulled down, the feline shifting her weight off her hips to help get it down as Rosalyn discarded it to one side with only the petticoat and white panties still in the way for what the woman had planned.

“An underskirt, huh? Kind of old fashioned, but it’s really cute. Especially on you.” Rosa commented before reaching up under it with one hand, pressing her fingertips up against Cylvan’s sex the same way the feline did earlier in the car through the underwear. Cylvan’s moans grew deeper and more laboured as Rosalyn teased the girl so tentatively, too much for the cat’s already strained senses to keep up with. Rosalyn’s fingers managed to find Cylvan’s clit through the thin, silky fabric, the stimulation there pushing the girl past her limit and very quickly eliciting a small, but a little messy orgasm that left a definite stain on the underwear.

The poor girl was left panting, out of breath after that bout of loud meows and cries of pleasure. Rosalyn just looked over Cylvan with a smile as she seated herself down beside where the girl laid over the couch. “I assume you liked that? But we’re not done yet, so you better hold on.” Cylvan looked up with her eyes widening, a little apprehensive of what else this predator of a lover could accomplish with how many years’ worth of talent she must have acquired.

Cylvan’s panties were swiftly pulled down by the white furred wolf, Cylvan letting out a sudden yelp with the rougher treatment, before looking down to see as Rosalyn crouched down with her head lowering between Cylvan’s parted legs, her nose slipping in underneath the frilly petticoat and her muzzle just touching Cylvan enough to give a gentle kiss which sent shivers racing through the girl’s body. She’d never been this intimate with anyone but herself, and never imagined how scary and wonderful it felt at the same time.

“I won’t be too... aggressive down here. I know you’re still a virgin, my sweet, so this will be gentle, but I guarantee it’ll be better than anything you’ve felt before.” Rosalyn’s voice sounded from under the skirt, the words coming through slightly muffled and the breaths from every word blowing over her sensitive cunt and causing pleasant tingles.

Cylvan’s heart pounded in her chest as she purred with every breath, waiting with great anticipation for things to start.

Rosalyn kissed Cylvan’snethers once again, this time more firmly than before, and it made Cylvan shudder and meow in response. “Good, she’s receptive.” Rosalyn thought before she carried on, this time treating the girl with attention from her tongue running across Cylvan’s labia from the bottom and upwards, ending with a teasing flicker at her erect and waiting clit. This elicited a deep meowing moan from the girl that sounded out loudly a few times every time Rosalyn repeated the action, each time moving a little quicker and little more firmly until Cylvan’s thighs squeezed down on either side of Rosalyn’s head, her feet crossing over the woman’s back and holding her in place. Rosalyn clutched at the sides of those pink furred thighs, quite enjoying the sensation of the soft downy fur rubbing over her cheeks, and only feeling encouraged by it to keep going, her tongue going so far as dipping in between Cylvan’s folds, pressing past her lower lips until Rosalyn was practically French-kissing Cylvan’s vagina. Neither of them protesting the act, and both, especially Cylvan, thoroughly enjoying the experience. Even Cylvan’s long tail with a mind of its own had to join in by wrapping itself around one of Rosalyn’s arms and snaking it’s way further along down her spine until it met up with the fuzzy and wagging wolf tail, entwining itself around the other woman's tail and making the embrace so much warmer.

Once again Cylvan was quick to reach release, and without much warning besides a particularly loud and crying moan. Rosalyn found herself licking less, and swallowing more as the feline’s legs clamped down with all their strength to keep Rosalyn in place and Cylvan’s cum discharged in generous volumes from her cunt and straight into Rosa’s mouth, leaving her with little choice but to lap it all up and swallowing the strangely tasty fluid until the torrent finally stopped and the pink panther fell limp enough for Rosalyn to pry herself free from that tight hold between Cylvan’s thighs.

The girl’s bare chest heaved up and down with deep, panting breaths, her body still writhing and twitching slightly with the aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. Rosalyn raised her head and looked down over the tired kitten’s slender frame, examining the effects of her work and feeling satisfied of a job well done. She’d just made Cylvan hers, and knew the cat felt the same way as she crawled upward over the top of Cylvan and leant down to give her a kiss on the mouth. Cylvan lazily draped her arms around Rosalyn’s neck and sighed heavily, a weak smile on her lips as she kissed back and looked her older lover in the eyes, their matching green irises locking onto one another. “Thank you sho mush, Rosha. Thish was the besht birthday ever.” The way Cylvan slurred, one could assume she was still drunk, but after what Rosalyn just did to the girl, that could be debated. Either way, Rosalyn knew the girl would need a tall drink of water and some sleep after that, and tentatively pried herself from Cylvan’s weak grasp to fetch it.

“You’ll want to drink this, my kitten, before we fall asleep.” Rosalyn said as she handed over one glass to her new, young lover, and downing another glass herself. Cylvan sat up and let the bra, blouse, and waist coat still hanging from her shoulders all fall off and slump down onto the couch behind her, before she leant to the side and against Rosalyn beside her, resting her cheek tiredly on Rosa’s shoulder, her face painted, seeming permanently, with a broad smile on her wide lips. They both got up, Cylvan particularly unsteady on her feet, either because of the alcohol that hit her strongly, or because of Rosalyn’s skilled ministration draining all of her energy. Probably a bit of both, the kitten thought to herself.

Rosalyn helped Cylvan out of the living room, and to the foyer hallway and along a few doors towards a bedroom.One of the spare bedrooms, actually, as the master bedroom seemed too far away, Rosalyn thought.They both settled down on the large bed in the middle of the fairly sparsely furnished room.Their arms wrapped around one another and Cylvan’s head rested on top of Rosalyn’s chest, her large ear pressed flat against it to listen to the rhythmic beating in the wolf’s chest as a lullaby to help her to sleep.

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