“Jewel! Hey, Jewel!? Knock knock!” Tangle shouts as she bounces on into the Mineral Museum. The Lemur scratches her chin with an inquisitive tail finger, narrowing her eyes and emoting a ponderous “Hmmmm. She said she’d be here after closing… doesn’t she know today’s the third anniversary of Peace Day? This is the first year I get to do adult things because I’m legal now! Eighteen, woooo!”
Whisper slips inside, placing her hand on Tangle’s shoulder. “I’m sure she’s fine,” she says. “Maybe, she went home first? Dressed for the party?”
Tangle places her hand on top of Whisper’s, shaking her head with all her dedication. “No. Something’s up. If you’ve known my friend as long as I have, you would know she would not change plans. There’s a mystery afoot, and the daring duo of Tangle and Whisper is going to find out what.”
With that, Tangle grabs a bar from the ceiling and swings on through, leaving Whisper to sigh and follow her, glancing over to various displays with a contemplative hum as she sees one of the newer acquisitions.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck”
That is what Jewel would be saying right about now. That is if Jewel wanted to be heard by the perceptive sniper. But that, dear readers, is absolutely not the case. For you see, Jewel is in such a precarious position! Not even five feet away from the investigative lupine is the little beetle. Her shell is pressed up against the back of one of the display cases, and she is naked as the day she emerged from her pupa and made it into the wondrous world of adulthood. But why? Why, because she has a deep, dark secret that she hides from her friends. That’s why!
Deep in her mind, she fights with herself. “Jewel. You idiot. You pervert! What were you thinking, stripping down to your birthday suit and pawing at yourself at an hour like this?”
“I wasn’t thinking, remember? I was horny! And besides, Tangle ALWAYS runs late. You remember what it was like, right?”
“Duh. It just happened not fifteen minutes ago!”
Ah yes, the magical time that was just a quarter-hour ago. Such a simpler time. Such a stupider time. Jewel finally waves away the museum’s final visitor, only to turn around and find the place all on her own. The excitement of peace and the promise of Tangle going wild had her thinking one thing. “I need to be the responsible one. I need to have a clear head at this party, so… why don’t I get my freak on right now?
So, she draws the curtains and closes the shutters, leaving herself in the dark for a moment. Shuffling quickly out of her things, she giggles like a schoolgirl before turning on a lamp and letting her iridescent body reflect the light. It’s a beautiful sight, even for her. Because she’s always the adult of a situation—ever so proper, she never gets to admire herself. “You’re magnificent, Jewel,” she says. “If only you could show this beauty to someone who matters.” She sighs, leaning against the display and closes her eyes. She relaxes, spreading her legs, tapping her feet against the cold floor. Her hands slide up over her body; they trace over her face, her hair, and then to her most erogenous of zones.
She bites her lip, humming as she brushes her fingers over her antennae, just the way she likes it, one at a time with a slow and methodical movement. Of course, this was the best way to go about it--slowly, steady, with one hand leaving after she gets into the groove only to move down along her body. Oh, if only she planned this out, she could have gotten a nice vibrator. Mnn… what if she got one of those pocket ones and stuck it right up inside her while she was telling Tangle off for being such a child? Hehe… oh, she would be so unaware of Jewel’s inner naughtiness. Just thinking of Tangle saying something reckless and silly while she concentrated on just being able to stand. That was enough to really get her going.
Her fingers explore inside of her, and her breath gets louder and louder as she works herself up more and more. Oh, she’s fucking herself right here in the museum, precisely where her friends will be meeting her in five… no ten more… minutes? Heh… silly Tangle, always late. “Mmmn. Tangl… Tangle!” she gasps, lifting her hips, running her free hand down from her antennae and just trailing over her shell, enjoying the smoothness of the piece, all while she feels the pressure building, building, BUILDING and then the rel-
WHAM
“Jewel! Hey Jewel!?”
That’s where we are now, dear reader, Jewel, with her hand crammed in her crotch, biting her nails while she shudders, just about to cum while Whisper stands on the other side of her little fuck corner. And Tangle… she’s up in the air. She most certainly will be able to see if she doesn’t do-”
“Come on,” Whisper says, her hushed voice carrying further in the empty building.
Tangle pops her head out from a display in the back and rolls on over towards the wolf. “Yeah?”
Whisper taps her mask. “Not here. No sign. No foul play.”
Tangle sighs. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. You think she bailed? Maybe I should call-”
Jewel freezes up, her eyes darting to the pile of clothes hastily stashed away beside her where her phone sits in the pocket of a discarded blazer.
“Not here. Let’s go to the party. I’ll show you a good time while we wait.”
Tangle giggles, “aw, alright. Well, I can’t say ‘no’ to that. Guess it’s better she’s not around to see that, hehe…”
With that, the two head out of the museum, closing the door behind them.
Jewel squirms and shakes and then doubles over, clasping her mouth to hold back the screams that rush out of her from the moment of climax.
She pulls her hands away from her mouth and her sex. Both places are wet from her fluids. She pants. Her heart beats so fast, but one thing’s for sure, that is the best orgasm she’s ever had in her life.
And not a moment later, her phone buzzed.
Jewel clambers over to the device and pulls it free from her clothes, ready to apologize to Tangle to think of anything.
But it’s a text message from Whisper.
And it says, “You owe me.”