“Seven Minutes in Heaven!”
Whisper had no idea what exactly Tangle was talking about. The wolf was busy messaging Jewel, secretly planning what she would do after hiding the exhibitionist from Tangle. The lemur was so excited for this year’s Freedom Day, which just so happen to be her eighteenth birthday.
Because she was so distracted, Whisper didn’t notice the grasping tail of the lemur grabbing at her arm, yanking her into the closet.
Whisper’s wispon glows, illuminating the darkened closet. There, she is brought face-to-face with Tangle, the lemur’s eyes wide and her smile even wider.
“Tangle,” The wolf whispers, frowning. “What’s going on here?”
Tangle places her hands on Whisper’s shoulders, underneath of her cloak, feeling the warm fur of her shoulders. “Seven Minutes in Heaven!” Tangle chirps. “You and I are in here, and we get to do anything we want for the time that we’re in here!”
“But Tangle…” Whisper begins, her voice a bit higher than usual.
“No ‘buts!” Tangle says, a smarmy grin spreading over her face. Her tail slinks around behind Whisper, that appendage getting a nice big squeeze on the surprisingly plump cheek. “Except this one, that is!”
Whisper gasps. It’s a barely-audible thing, but it leaves her mouth open for Tangle to steal a kiss, and what a kiss it is. Tongue rolls over tongue as hands slide down over the wolf’s body, pulling down her top, exposing her breasts.
Little gasps and moans come out of the wolf, and the lemur’s fingers roll over the lupine nipples, all the while, Tangle kisses down along her neck and her collar.
Protests turn into little breathy gasps, Whisper’s head tilting back, the wolf flopping against the wall.
The lemur’s lips wrap around a nipple, tongue dancing around the erect flesh, her bright eyes glancing up to see the mewling and shaking face before her.
Tangle pulls back with her lips, separating from the tit with a little pop. She licks her lips and giggles. “Damn, you’re so beautiful,” Tangle says.
“T… Tangle…” Whisper stutters, “b… but what about… Ah!”
Tangle’s tail wraps around Whisper’s thigh, the tip of her tail rubbing between the wolf’s legs. The lemur can even feel the moistening between Whisper’s legs from her attempts, snickering as she butters her up.
“No time to get me to stop,” Tangle says. “We only have seven minutes in here, you know.” She grabs the wolf’s pants, tugging them down with all three of her grabby appendages. “So, no matter how much I wanna get you naked, we gotta be able to dress back up, ya know?”
Whisper bites her lip, her tail slapping against the wall. “Nnngh… T… Tangle…ah…”
“What’s that? Do you really want to reach Heaven, Whisper?” Tangle says. “I really hope so. I’ve been counting the days, the minutes, since I could make love to you.”
Whisper opens one eye, panting heavily, watching Tangle as the lemur steps back.
“Actually,” Tangle says, scratching her cheek with her tail. “There’s something I never really told you about… about me and, well others like me. And… after tonight, there’s no going back.”
“T… What are you…?” Whisper starts to say, only to gasp as the tearing of fabric breaks the quiet of the little closet.
Tangle moves her hands away from the torn bodysuit. Between her legs there dangles another appendage, growing out from her womanhood.
“I, uh… well, the thing is that lemurs, we… we have this thing called a pseudo-penis, and…” She taps her fingers. “It’s totally too butch for most people, at least I think it is.”
Whisper rolls her shoulders, and the wolf stomps up towards her simian pal, pushing her up against the wall and lifting her own leg beside her so that the pole presses up between her legs. “I love you,” Whisper says. “As much as I’ve always loved you.” She presses her lips up against the lemur’s, her hands moving down over her body, her hips moving, sliding along that stiffening false member, and soon even letting the thing slide up into her.
Tangle, emboldened by her friend’s proclamation, grabs the wolf’s butt with her tail, giving her the lift necessary to rock on the lemur’s member. The warmth and tight passageway that the lemur feels makes the girl practically melt into the wolf’s bouncing on her lady cock.
For minutes, the two hump and rutt like the young lovers that they are, completely uncontrolled by technique and skill. Years of pent up experience as fighters for freedom and tension from their inability to consummate with each other spill out of that tiny little place, that tight corridor, that closed-off, dark… locked…
Tangle shudders and screams into the kiss, waving her arms and thrashing around.
“A…. Aaaaah!?”
Jewel steps up to the door, sighing. “So, this is the one, right?” she asks the fellow party-goer. “Tangle, what kind of trouble did you get yourself in this time? Did you forget you were claustrophobic? How do you even do that?”
The bug reaches out to pull open the door, but soon, two writhing, half-dressed bodies slam the door open, collapsing onto the floor into a sweaty furry pile.
Tangle scrambles and climbs up off of Whisper, blinking and glancing around. “What? Where? Why?”
Whisper pulls up her top, covering between her legs, pulling her mask over her head. “I… tried to tell you,” she whispered.
“Ah, hey Jewel, there you are!” Tangle says, bouncing back from the surprise. 
But Jewel’s eyes and attention aren’t on her friend, or at least Tangle’s face. Instead, she stares down at that impressive lady pole poking up and still looking for attention, completely unable to escape from the torn body suit.
“It’s… huge…” Jewel whispers.