First of May
by OttersInTrousers

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Claire and Lina celebrate spring—and the first day of May—with their friends.
Prequel to the Ayda & Olivia series.

Starring Claire, herm fennec
Lina, herm maned wolf
Tom, transmasc domestic cat
Grace, cisfem brown bear

A story vaguely inspired by the Jonathan Coulton song with the same title.

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A fennec fox pads from her bedroom to her everything-else room, pausing to stretch her arms overhead and yawn, squeaking as she does. She grabs a glass from the counter that she thinks is hers from last night, but if it's her girlfriend Lina's instead, she really doesn't mind.

Humming softly to herself, she fills the glass with orange juice—extra pulpy, just the way she loves it—watching the bits swirl around, then swings the fridge door closed. She's joked a few times that if she doesn't have to chew her OJ, it's just not enough pulp. Most people give her weird looks when she does, but not Lina. She had laughed when Claire first told her. That had been a pretty big indicator for Claire to keep talking to her, back when they were only classmates and seat neighbors, first getting to know one another. Lina just kinda got Claire, in a way most didn't.

She also respected Claire as her own entire adult person, unlike everyone else who has ever interacted with her. It turns out being a short and cute fennec has two major downsides: trouble reaching high shelves and never being taken seriously.

The fennec pads over to the window and draws open the curtain, letting in the mid-morning sun. She takes a sip and basks in the bright, warm light, ears relaxing as she sighs her joy. Today's gonna be a good day.

Claire's not sure what day it is. She grabs her phone from the couch and pokes the screen, then gasps. Giggling the whole way, she scampers back across her apartment to the bedroom, and her girlfriend still asleep inside.

The first purchase she made after they started dating was a bigger bed. Standing in the doorway now, watching Lina snore comfortably, it was absolutely worth it. Lina, the lanky goof, is sprawled out over the bed, limbs splayed every which way, sheet kicked almost completely off her naked body so her hermaphroditic genitals are only barely concealed, looking like a modern-day reimagining of a classic painting.

Claire crawls back onto the bed and over her girlfriend.

"Liiiinaaaa," she sing-songs quietly. 

Lina mumbles something into the pillow that sounds a lot like, "I love when you sing my name like that." 

It's just too sweet. Claire can't help herself, she leans in to capture Lina's lips in a kiss. Before she can deepen it, Lina scrunches her muzzle and turns away. Claire cocks her head, one of her big ears flopping over onto Lina's shoulder.

"You've got orange juice breath."

Claire laughs out, "Well you've got pussy breath."

"Yeah, and whose fault is that?" 

"But I wanted to snuggle!"

"And fell asleep on top of me so I couldn't go brush my teeth."

"Guilty!"

They kiss again, slow and sweet. Lina slips her hand up Claire's thigh under the hem of her shirt—Lina's shirt that she stole and is way too big for her—then pulls away with a lusty growl as she gropes Claire's bare ass.

"Are you not wearing any underwear?"

"Nope." Claire giggles, then leans back enough to tug the shirt up and off before diving back into the kiss with more passion. Their hands explore their bare bodies as their tongues dance. Lina dips a finger into Claire's pussy, and the fennec gives a little hump against her thigh, hardening cock leaving a streak of precum in her fur.

The next time they pull away for breath, Lina asks, "Did you want something specific when you woke me up?"

"Oh! Shoot! Yes!" Claire ducks in to quickly boop their noses together. "Thanks." She pulls back, grinning wide. "Do you know what day it is?"

Lina squints in thought. "No?"

Claire grins. "It's the first." She watches the words rattle around her maned wolf girlfriend's head before the gears catch and start turning.

"Oh shit, you still wanna?"

"Of course I do, silly."

Lina hums and nods. "Quad's gonna be a mess. Wanna try a park?" 

"Or I could message Tom."

"Good idea. I forget he's a local."

"Me, too!" Claire scoots across the bed to fetch her phone, then flops onto her side to message their friend. For a few minutes, she chats with him and Lina curls around her to doze and wait, snout tucked between her big, soft ears. Once Claire has her answer, she drops the phone. "Okay."

"So where do you want me?" 

"What if I said right here?"

"We wouldn't even make it out of bed today, let alone your apartment."

"Heehee!" Claire's tail thwacks the bed between them. "Okay fine, as much as I'd love to trade fucking back and forth all day, I guess let's go look for Tom's Secret Spot."

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It takes them longer to get there than they anticipate—but it's not from Claire getting them lost or Tom giving them bad directions!

It's already a bright, beautiful day when they set out, just cool enough for the sun to be pleasant on their bare fur. They take a peek at the quad along the way, and it really is a mess like Lina suspected—it's loud, and so crowded it looks like one big interconnected orgy of naked animals. Lina definitely doesn't like the look of it, ears pinned back and a grimace on her muzzle. Claire pats her side and tugs her along.

They're passing through the university's butterfly garden, enjoying the beautiful sights and smells, when Lina squeezes Claire's hand to get her attention. Claire turns, and she's once again distracted by her girlfriend.

Lina's tall—a little over six feet—and has a rusty-red coat, with a black mane and socks that extend just past her knees and elbows. A patch of white starts just between her breasts and extends down her belly, where it disappears under her shorts—though Claire knows it goes all the way to her crotch and inner thighs. The only other thing she's wearing is a crossbody bag with some of their stuff in it, strap passing comfortably between her small—but still very pretty and fun to play with!—breasts.

"Why'd you wear the sports bra, out of anything?" 

It's Claire's favorite, a black racerback with a pair of thin white stripes running diagonally over the left cup. It's all she's wearing, but she does have a sundress in her tote bag. "Weeeeellll," Claire holds out the word, brushy tail wagging back and forth with her sudden excitement. "I was planning to ride you once we get there, so I wanted to keep things from being too bouncy."

Lina stops walking altogether, catching Claire by surprise when her hand stops following the rest of her. Giggling, Claire steps in front of her girlfriend and peers up into her face.

"Too much?"

"No!" Lina cringes at her own haste to answer, then continues, "No, sorry, you just—All my blood rushed from my head to my dick and I was scared I'd trip over my own paws if I kept walking, and then I was trying to decide if we can get away with fucking right here."

"Oh!" Claire giggles again, eyes drifting down Lina's slim torso to the tent in her shorts, then around the garden, ears rotating around as a double-check. Spotting no one else, she reaches out to slip a finger into the waistband and gently tug it. "I guess we better get these off and get started, then, huh?"

"Guess so." Lina shucks her shorts in one swift motion. "How do you want to do it?" She tries kicking the shorts to the side while taking off the bag at the same time, but the shorts are caught under her other paw, so she ends up throwing herself off balance, pinwheeling, then falling into Claire. The little fennec is able to keep either of them from getting hurt, but they still end up in a heap of limbs in the grass. At some point during all that—Claire's not sure when—Lina's backpack gets flung into a nearby bush.

Claire smells a chance for a tease and grins devilishly. "You really fell for me, huh?"

Lina pushes up and makes an exaggerated, ear-pinned scowl, which only makes Claire giggle harder, kicking her little paws.

"Well if you're done being a goober, how do you wanna do it?"

Claire hums, reaching down between them and stroking Lina's cock while she thinks. "You in me. I wanna walk the rest of the way there dripping your cum out of me."

Lina barks a surprised laugh. "Seriously, how do you say the raunchiest fucking things without even trying."

"It's a gift!"

"Sure fucking is. Do you wanna just go like this?"

"Nah, lemme roll over and get on all fours. We're outside in nature, let's do it nature-style!"

Lina rolls her eyes, but rises onto her knees so Claire can get in position. Once settled, Lina teases her tip against Claire's spade.

"How ready are you?"

Claire hums. "I've been pretty horny ever since I saw what day it is, Lina. And now I've got you over me and I can smell you." She wiggles her butt, with the added bonus of dragging Lina's tip back and forth. "Give it to me good."

"Hah. Gotcha." Lina slips the entire length of her cock in on the first stroke. 

Claire purrs.

Smirking, Lina grabs Claire's slender hips and sets a rapid pace, hips slapping into the fennec's butt.

"Ooh—Lina!—yes," Claire gets out between thrusts.

Keeping up her humping, Lina trails a hand up Claire's side to cup and squeeze her breast through her bra. Claire arches her back, pressing her chest against Lina's hand and tilting her head back. Lina leans down over her, thrusts becoming shorter but still just as quick, to whisper in her ear, "You like that?"

"Mhm!" Claire nods, pressing up against Lina's throat.

Lina grins and nuzzles her ear, then drops her hand from her girlfriend's tit to steady herself. 

Claire coos and squeezes down on her each time she pushes in. "I love you, Lina." She slides one hand over to set it over the maned wolf's.

"Aw. Love you too, Claire."

A little shiver runs through the fennec.

"You too cool?"

"Nope. That was excitement." 

"Good." Idly, she notes her knot beginning to expand, tightening the passage of her penis through Claire's vagina. "I'm probably not far off."

"Good! I just want your cum in me, so keep it up and don't worry if you cum too early, mkay?" Claire lifts her head to nuzzle under Lina's chin. 

"Arright." Lina nuzzles right back. 

Claire sighs contentedly. "This is so nice."

"It is." Lina looks around the garden, taking in the splashes of color as flowers—both wild and cultivated—dance in the breeze. She takes a deep breath of their sweet scents.

She sneezes.

"Blyeugh! Lina! All over my back!"

"Shit I'm so sorry, hang tight." She yanks her shorts over and starts wiping off Claire's back.

"Lina, do me a favor and don't put those back on when we're done."

"Don't want me walking around with snot all over my shorts?"

"Yes! Gross!" The insistent pressure inside her grows, and a realization dawns on her. "Wait Lina—"

"Hold still I'm almost done." Lina tightens her grip on the fennec's shoulder as she continues cleaning up her mess.

"No Lina, your knot—" Claire cuts off when she realizes it's probably too late.

"My—oh." Lina gives a fruitless tug and hisses through her teeth as it drives her to orgasm. "Well—fuuuuuck."

Claire collapses forward onto the ground in a fit of giggles just as she feels the first spurt of Lina's cum. Above her, Lina joins in a moment later, leaning down over her and shaking them both with her laughter. And Lina's laugh is one of Claire's very favorite things—when she really gets going it's always this breathy and wheezy thing, hardly even audible. It reminds Claire of that one cartoon dog, and that makes her laugh even harder any time she thinks about it.

Lina ends up laughing through most of her orgasm, panting and wheezing and pumping Claire's pussy full of spunk, but Claire doesn't quite make it. As Lina calms down, she sighs and nuzzles into the join of Claire's shoulder and neck.

"Ahhh, sorry, Claire."

"It's okay. It's really funny, and it's not like I didn't want to be tied."

"Yeah, but now we're gonna be late."

"You say that like they won't be, too." Claire reaches out towards their bags, only to realize their pile of stuff is just out of reach. She grumbles at her short arms. "Can you hand me my phone, please?"

"Sure."

Claire checks the groupchat she and Lina share with their friends Tom, Ayda, Grace, and Maple. What she finds sends her right back to giggling. Between snorts and gasps for air and kicky paws, she holds the phone up for Lina to read it, where Tom has left a string of messages in rapid succession.

sucked off a girl 
sucked off a guy 
ate out two more girls 
then fingered a couple will-they-won't-they nb best friends at the same time lol 
and that's just on my way to boba 
gonna be lateeeeeeeeeeeeee ;p

Lina barks out a loud "ha!"

"He's a silly one."

"So uh." Lina clears her throat and gives a shallow hump against Claire's butt. "Since we're gonna be stuck for a bit, you wanna lay down? Figure you don't want to be on your hands and knees for the next twenty minutes."

"That's a great idea!"

Lina's careful as she awkwardly lowers them to their sides, then gives a bit of a wiggle to get comfortable against Claire's back.

"You didn't cum earlier, did you?"

"Oh, no—but that's okay!" Claire rushes to reassure Lina.

"Course it's okay. Still gonna help you get there now—If you want."

"Yes I want, you silly! I just didn't want you to feel like you have to."

Lina kisses the tips of her ears. "You're fine." She reaches down, then pauses. "Could you lift up a sec? Gotta get my arm underneath you." 

Claire obliges, curious about just what Lina's up to. Then Lina uses her pinned hand to rub her clit while her free hand grabs her cock and oh she gets it now. She squeaks her pleasure.

"Oh! Oh that's real good, Lina."

"Hoped you'd like it." She starts gentle, with circles around her clit and slow strokes of her cock. 

"Thank you, Lina."

"Love you, Claire."

For a bit, they lie together in the garden. It's soft and slow and wonderful, and it fills Claire's heart with so much joy, just basking in all of it—the cool grass under her and the beautiful, bright blue sky above. The pleasantly cool air, breeze just enough to give them the occasional chill, full of the fragrances of the flowers all around them. The feeling of Lina inside her, cock still twitching and spurting just that tiny bit more cum into her pussy, the pressure and warmth, her weight against her back, her hands pleasing her, her snout nosing at her ears.

Claire climaxes with a quiet gasp—it arrives so gently it surprises her. She grinds back against her girlfriend and groans, purr rattling her voice, as her cum puddles in front of her.

"Lina."

Lina answers her prayer by kissing her ears some more, feather-light.

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Tom's spot is gorgeous. Picturesque, even. There's a field near the edge of town left uncultivated, wildflowers and waist-high grasses swaying in gentle waves with the wind. A shallow hill on one side of the field is topped by a lone tree, old but healthy, and that is Claire and Lina's destination.

After setting up in the tree's shade, they dig out their phones to find several new messages in the groupchat, as the others have replied to Tom's earlier adventure.

Grace's reply was You're a slut and I love you.

Maple added suck me 2 pls :pleading_horse: :eggplant: :water_droplets: :heart: :heart:

Tom didn't respond, but Claire figures it's about a 50/50 whether he's busy pleasing someone else or he just forgot, and Maple's out of town today anyway.

She tosses her phone back onto her bag and turns to her girlfriend. "Hey Lina can I fuck you now?"

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Tom's the first to find them, after they've finished round two—and mandatory cuddle time. He's out across the field, surveying the goings on, one hand holding a half-finished pearl green tea, the other lifting dollar-store sunglasses from his eyes to rest in the unruly tuft of orange fur atop his head. He grins when he spots them, swaggering over while his tail sways and curls lazily from side to side. As he nears, his state of dress—or rather undress—becomes apparent. 

His tortoiseshell coat is almost entirely visible—the only clothing he's wearing is a cropped tanktop, and a stretchy band around his thigh with his phone in it. The top is a pastel green that matches his eyes, with a stylized silhouette of a cat and the text "pussy out" across the chest—while his clitoris and vulva are visible through his pubic fur. When Lina reads it, she bursts out laughing, jostling Claire where she's lying on her chest.

"Hahaholy shit Tom that top is perfect for you."

"Don't I know it. And it's comfy, too! I have three others exactly like it, plus a few in other colors, so I can spend the whole summer wearing the perfect top, nonstop."

"You're silly," Claire says at the same time as Lina says, "You're ridiculous." They make eye contact and giggle.

"Yes to both." He flops back onto the grass next to them, giving a quick roll and wriggle before sighing. "What a gorgeous day." 

Claire answers with a long, pleased "Mhmmmmm" into the side of Lina's boob.

He rolls over to look at them and rests his head on his arm. "So how's your outdoor fuckin'?"

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When Grace arrives, she's nude, having forgone bringing anything with her—ample curves and lustrous brown fur on full display. As she steps into the shade, she sighs and lowers her clawed hand from shielding her eyes to fan at her face. "Should've worn a sunhat," she says by way of greeting, "it's a bright one today." Easily the tallest member of their group by far, the brown bear towers over all of them except Lina—and Ayda, if shi were here. 

"It really is," Claire chirps where she's still lying between Lina's thighs. "But it's nice and warm in your fur if you lay in it."

"I think I'll stick to the shade myself. I got plenty of sun on the way over." She lifts one of her large breasts to fan its underside. "You three are lucky you don't have big enough chests to get boob sweat."

"Eww," Tom whines.

The bear chuckles, then she turns to him and notices the front of his shirt. "Oh, I've got to have a photo of that." 

Claire brandishes her phone, but he stops her long enough to roll over and spread his legs, giving her his very smuggest smirk as he spreads the lips of his pussy—and shows off his very erect clit—for her. It earns him an eyeroll from Grace, but Claire still takes the picture.

"Should I post it to the group chat?"

"Absolutely not!" Tom looks aghast. "Poor Maple's been stuck with her family for days, Claire! She'll explode!"

They all share a laugh. Grace lowers herself to sit cross-legged, elbows resting on knees. Tom prowls over to snake his way under one arm and hug her around her soft middle.

"Hey big girl." He runs his fingers through her chestnut-brown fur, softly kneading her sides.

"Hey yourself, little man." When he drags a long scent-mark along her breast with his cheek, she grumbles, scooping him up and manhandling him into her lap. "Behave, you." 

It has the opposite effect of a punishment, as he contentedly purrs, head pillowed on her big tit.

The four of them settle in, sharing tales of their exploits, complaining about essays and homework. Claire finally stops using Lina as a bed, allowing her the chance to stand and stretch. Tom freezes, eyes wide and ears pricked forward, staring directly at Lina's crotch. It takes her until she sits back down and Claire curls into her side to notice, quirking an eyebrow at his antics.

"The fuck, Lina." Tom points an accusatory claw at her. "How are you such a gangly bean pole, no tits or ass to speak of, even your dick is long and thin, and then you have the fattest, juiciest fucking pussy I have ever seen, gods damn."

Grace loses it at his outburst, shoving him from her lap and toppling over cackling.

"What really?" Lina cranes her neck, stretching down like she could possibly see her own spade at this angle with her balls and Claire in the way.

Claire can't help but smile, squeezing her tightly. "Yeah, Lina, your spade is faaaantastic, but I might be a little biased."

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They lie around for a while catching up, alternating between cooling down in the shade and warming up with the sun on their fur. Sounds of enthusiastic action draw Grace's attention across the field, and she double-takes. She swats at the nearest part of Tom she can reach. "Hey, isn't that Hot Ice Cream Lady?" She points towards a goat woman in a strap-on pegging a shar pei man just off the bike path near the other side of the field. 

Tom perks up, then follows her finger behind him, rolling his neck backwards to peer upside down. "I think it is! Wow, she is really giving it to that guy." His tail curls and flicks as he purrs out, "Get 'im, Hot Ice Cream Lady!"

Grace chuckles. "Reckon they're making good use of the holiday, too." 

Lina snaps out of her near-nap, startling Claire. "Wait! Yeah, Tom, what's the deal with the first of May being a big outdoor fuck marathon, anyway?"

"Oh! I get to teach!" He sits up and clears his throat. "Prepare yourselves, my pupils."

"I love story time," Claire sighs the words, shuffling down against Lina to get good and comfy, hands finding available fur to run through.

"By now I'm sure you've seen that my lovely hometown of Rivinia is serious about that whole 'clothing optional' thing. Fun fact: we are a Clothes-Free Haven City!"

"Ooh," Claire perks right back up, "that is a fun fact!" Lina rolls her eyes and pets over her ears.

"Anyways here, like anywhere else, there's always love to be made and breeding to be done when spring rolls around. Well one year, like thirty or fifty years ago, I dunno, it doesn't really matter, winter stuck around colder and longer than usual. A buncha frisky nudist college kids kept getting sick—because seriously, if you're not well-adapted to the cold, a winter coat's only gonna do so much for you and freezing weather isn't kind to sensitive bits and fluids!"

A sympathetic shiver runs through Lina, and Claire curls herself tighter against her, rubbing her hand through her belly fur.

"So the dean of the college got the bright idea to do a live, public address. And while he was up there, he got flustered and went off script, and I swear to you this like sixty-year-old deer yells into the microphone—" Tom takes on a grumbly, deeper affectation, "—'y'all kids gotta stop fuckin' outside!'"

Claire and Lina erupt in laughter. Grace shakes her head in disbelief. Tom preens.

"There's a recording of it in the library! So as you might expect, the crowd lost it. When he realized his flub, he only got more flustered, and muttered into the mic, 'just wait until May at least' before he fled."

"That's terrible." Grace sighs out her mirth.

"Yup. So the rest of the story is that word spread all over town and plans were made to celebrate May first with a bunch of public sex, and it's happened every year since."

"Thanks, Tom. Curiosity sated."

"Yeah Tom, thanks!"

"You are both quite welcome." Tom takes a theatrical bow. He straightens and turns to Grace. "And speaking of public sex happening..." He makes grabby paws at her as he approaches. She leans back and spreads her legs, allowing him to crawl between them and run his hands up her thighs. "Hi, Gracey."

"Oh no, mister." She smooshes his face with her large hand. "Call me that again and I will sit on your face."

He leans into her palm, purr rattling his voice, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

She rolls her eyes, but pats his cheek and pulls her hand away. She peeks around him to catch the attention of Lina and Claire. "Are you two okay if we...?"

Lina shrugs. Claire nods rapidly.

Grace turns back to Tom, eagerly waiting for her. "Alright, so what are we doing?"

He rolls his eyes. "It's your pussy, big girl. Just because Claina are here—" Lina mutters a quiet ew at his portmanteau of their names but he diligently ignores her "—doesn't mean the rules suddenly changed. What do you want? If you suggest something I don't wanna do, I will tell you."

"Fine," she huffs, "I want you inside me. Fingers, tongue, clit, whatever works."

He presses himself against her with a predatory grin, hips against hers, his large clitoris pulsing at her entrance. "Oh, you know my clit works."

Claire turns her attention back to her girlfriend. "Could you fill me up again?" She snuggles in against Lina's side. "I think I mostly drained out on the walk over, but especially by the time we finished round two, and now I really want another load." 

"Sure." Lina bends down and kisses the top of her head. "Still wanna ride me?"

Claire gasps, loud enough to briefly startle Grace and Tom from their own action. "Yes! I forgot!" She giggles and bounces up and down, poking Lina in the side. "Let's do it!"

Lina chuckles at her enthusiasm, "Okay, okay," then catches both Claire's hands so she can't keep poking her, running her thumbs over Claire's knuckles. When Lina lays back, Claire swings her leg over her and gets into position over her hips, settling down so her spade kisses Lina's sheath, where her tip has only just begun peeking out.

Claire hums, grinding down. "I love getting to feel you grow inside me." 

Lina shifts her hold on Claire's hands so they can press their palm pads together and lace their fingers. "Love you, Claire."

"Aww!" Claire wiggles their joined hands back and forth and leans forward to boop her nose to Lina's. "I love you too!" She settles back on Lina's burgeoning cock and gives another wiggle. Using Lina's shoulders as leverage, she pulls forward and up, then back and down, rolling her hips in a circle along Lina's shaft.

Grace sighs, tilting her head back to fully lie in the grass. Tom noses at her clavicle, then nips at it, chuckling at the moan it pulls from her. Before she can grouse at him, he kisses his way down her breast to her nipple, laving it with his rough tongue until it perks up in his mouth. Below, he works one finger, then a second, into her pussy. He grins around her nipple.

"So wet already." He grinds the heel of his palm pad against her clit. "Gonna make you so much wetter, too."

Grace coos and runs a hand over his ears. She's a gentle, cuddly lover. Tom has hardly even begun to pleasure her and she's already squeezing him, running claws through his fur.

He places a gentle kiss to her nipple then sinks lower, kissing, licking, and nipping his way down to her thigh. As he goes, he keeps up his fingering, increasing the speed of his strokes the nearer he gets. When he reaches her crotch, he withdraws his fingers—now soaked with her arousal—places one delicate kiss to her clit, and then detours to her inner thigh.

She groans. "Noo, don't be a shit, Tom."

He winks. "A little anticipation never hurt." Another kiss to her thigh.

"Please."

"Okay, hun." He nuzzles her leg on his way back to her pussy. "You're so wet your pubes are soaked!" He combs his fingers through her fur as he noses in against her lips, drawing a hum from deep in her throat. He smiles, then flicks his tongue out into her depths. 

"Thank you," she sighs. One hand returns to his skull, brushing gently through the fur behind his ears. The other squeezes at her own breast, toying with the nipple.

He hums an "mhm" into her vagina, using the vibration of his voice to add to her stimulation, the pad of his thumb working at her clit while his tongue rakes along her passage. For a moment, he stays there, tongue exploring her depths, every few flicks returning to the bundle of nerves along the front, enjoying the sighs and moans he draws from her.

"I'm close, Tom." There's a desperation in her voice. She tugs gently at his ear, giving him a pleading look, knowing he'll recognize her need.

He pulls away from her pussy, licking her juice from his muzzle, and she pulls him back up her body. As he goes, he presses his thigh against her. "Not too far, or I can't reach, remember. You're tall."

She whines and squeezes him tightly.

"I know, I know," he pets along her side, then rests his head against her breast. "I gotcha." He grinds his own clit against her thigh, returning to fingering her, two fingers moving in a blur in and out, slick staccato slurps filling the air.

She huffs a breath, presses his muzzle to her nipple, and hitches her hips up against him, then collapses back down as she climaxes. "Tom!"

"I'm here, I got you, Grace." He keeps up his speed, fingerpads pressing in against her g-spot as she squirts on his thigh caught between her legs. "Thaaat's it, big girl, let it all go." He kisses her nipple as she pets up and down his back, fingers and toes curling with her release.

Claire bounces atop Lina's hips. "Every time I ride you, I think 'hey this is great I should do this more often!' and then I don't."

"How come?"

"I dunno!" Claire lifts and drops her hips along the full length of Lina's cock a couple times while she thinks. "I guess I just forget? And usually when I want you in me, I want you on top of me." She shrugs.

Lina lifts a hand from Claire's hip to hook a claw in the band of her bra. "Plus when we do it we're usually naked."

"True!" Claire giggles, then leans forward conspiratorially. "All the more reason for me to really go for it now." When she leans back, she picks up speed, paws planted and knees up.

Lina pets gently up and down Claire's shin, mesmerized by her girlfriend's enthusiasm—her rock-hard cock bobbing up and down, occasionally slapping against the flat plane of Lina's belly. She reaches out to catch it, running her thumb pad over the tip.

"Lina!" Claire drops her hips down to shiver and grind, spade and sheath kissing.

While Grace lies sprawled in the grass, slowly catching her breath, Tom runs his clean hand up and down her belly a couple times while licking her pussy juice from his fingers. Then he turns and leans on her while he rushes to finish himself off before Claire and Lina.

Bottom growth has certainly changed his technique, but he's had years to adapt. Two fingers inside, while his palm pad and the crotch of his thumb work his clit. It's easy, especially with Claire and Lina going at it as enthusiastically as they are.

Claire's close, and so is Lina. And Lina is just so perfect. She's an attentive and patient lover—Claire asked one time during their first time together for Lina to play with her ears, and from that moment on Lina knew. Claire takes Lina's wrist and guides it down from where it's caressing the base of her ear so she can nuzzle into it. 

Claire wants—needs—more of this, more often, always. Between pants, she kisses Lina's palm pad.

"Move in with me!"

Lina blinks up at her, cocks her head. "What."

Claire takes a deep breath in while she gathers her thoughts. "Move in with me. When exams are finished and you gotta figure out if you're sticking around in your current place or finding a new one, move in with me. There's plenty of room for both of us and all our stuff. You stay over most nights anyways!" She leans forward, hands finding Lina's breasts and kneading at them. "Lina I love waking up tangled up with you! I love falling asleep on top of you so you can't go brush your teeth and wake up with pussy breath! I love studying together, and sharing meals, and and will you please move in with me?"

"Okay? Sure, yes. But we gotta talk about this later."

It's Claire's turn to tilt her head. "Why?"

"Because this is a serious thing, but you're grinding on my knot and playing with my tits and I'm about to blow."

Claire laughs, manic and gleeful. She scritches her hands up and down Lina's belly, sing-songing, "My girlfriend's gonna move in with me!" She stops, hands returning to Lina's breasts as she leans in, so their snouts nearly touch. "But first, she's gonna cum in me."

That does it. Lina surges forward to catch Claire's muzzle in a kiss, gripping her fluffy ears and grinding her hips up against Claire's as if she could possibly get any further into her when they're already tied.

They cum as one—Lina moans into Claire's muzzle as her cock flexes and belches its first gout of cum into her girlfriend's pussy, sending Claire tumbling right into her own climax. Her own cock fires a line of semen up Lina's torso and across her own hand on Lina's breast. She pulls her hand back and her hips hitch, humping the air and grinding against Lina's sheath, as a second spurt joins the first. Having already cum twice today—including once inside Lina—her production is much lower than usual. It tapers off long before her vaginal orgasm—and before she can make too much of a mess of Lina's front.

Lina groans, tongue tracing Claire's fangs as she pulls back for breath. Having only cum once, back at the garden, she has more than recovered enough for a full load, but the seal of Claire's spade around her knot holds strong against it, keeping it all inside.

Claire's toe claws dig little furrows into the soil to either side of Lina's hips as she starts to come down. She leans forward, panting, before dropping her head to rest against Lina's clean tit. Her purr kicks back up and she nuzzles into Lina's chest.

"Linaaaa," Claire whines. "I got spooge on my hand."

Lina traces her fingers from Claire's shoulder to her wrist, then gently lifts the fennec's hand up before licking it clean. She chuckles at the way Claire clamps down on her cock.

Grace pokes Tom in the side. "Did you finish, too?"

"Oh yeah, that was fuckin' hot." He pats her belly. "Don't you worry, I'll let you return the favor later."

"Okay, good." She pulls him in to cuddle some more.

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Shortly after 2pm, Tom's phone buzzes with an alarm and he perks up from the afterglow of his most recent orgasm. Voice buzzing with his purr, he announces to the others, "It's my favorite time of day!"

"Two?" Lina questions. Claire glances at the phone's screen.

"'Nap time'?"

"That's right! But not just any nap time." He swings his arms dramatically to the side, where the sun has just reached a gap in the tree's foliage, light cutting through the shade. "Sunbeam naptime!" 

While the others giggle, he trots over to the spot and flops down. He stretches wide, then curls up in a tiny ball right in the sun.

"It's no fair that cats can just be that adorable," Claire whines.

"Eh," Lina shrugs. "You're way more cute."

Grace lifts her head to make pointed eye contact with Lina, then rolls her eyes. "You have girlfriend bias, though."

Lina scoffs. "She's always been cuter than Tom."

"Oh, please," Tom needles, not even bothering to lift his head or open his eyes. "When I first met you, you already had girlfriend bias. I thought you two were dating!"

"You flirted with us."

"Both of us," Claire adds.

"Yes, and I only flirted!"

Grace chuckles. "He was definitely holding back." She reaches over and scritches behind his ears. His purr kicks up into a loud rumble. "If he thought he had any chance, he'd've tried a lot harder to get in your pants."

"It's truuuuueeeee." His voice quietly putters out.

Then he starts snoring.

The others share a silent laugh.

-----

As the afternoon turns to evening, and the group's energy wanes, Claire checks her phone again. Still no messages from the last member of their group.

"Has anyone heard from Ayda recently? Shi hasn't answered me all day."

Lina shakes her head. "Not since shi told us about hir little sister visiting for summer break in a few weeks."

"Shi kind of panicked about exams last semester, I hope shi's alright."

"Ugh, right?" Lina sighs. "Shi's probably a nervous wreck."

Grace growls. "Especially if hir mother is making hir jump through hoops in order to 'earn' that visit with hir sister."

"Fuckin'—" Lina scrubs at her muzzle with her hands. "Hate that woman. Everything Ayda's ever said about her is a red flag."

"Biiiiig yep."

"Okay, so we should probably find out what's going on with Ayda."

Grace hums. "What say we buy a couple pizzas then surprise hir with a visit to check in."

"Sounds good."

"Yeah! Pizza!"

Claire hops up, hastily brushes out her fur, then helps Lina onto her paws.

Grace turns to Tom, still dozing in his spot even though the sunbeam has long since past. "Tom, you still asleep?" He shows no sign of having heard her. She pats his thigh. "Come on Tomcat. We're going to check on Ayda."

Tom lifts his head slowly and yawns. "I love Ayda," he muses, voice thick with sleep, "hir dick is huuuuuge." He stretches out, curling his spine backwards into a C, then sits up.

Ignoring him, Lina chimes in, "You know that's not why he chose Tom?"

"What, 'Tomcat'? No." Grace turns between Tom and Lina.

"Tom & Jerry."

"No," Grace balks, whirling on the cat. He just grins up at her. "I can't believe you named yourself after Tom and fucking Jerry of all things."

"Hey! Those two were pioneers and maestros of the slapstick comedy duo routine, I will not suffer your slander."

She gives him a deadpan look.

"Okay yes, some of their material aged like milk on a summer day. But most of it's still great!" He counts out on his fingers, "Their sense of timing, prop-work, improvisation, trust for one another, all were brilliant." With a shrug, he adds, "And they were gay lovers off the stage, what's not to enjoy?"

Grace rocks back on her heels, shaking her head. "Oh my gods, you really did name yourself after them."