July 10th, Day 5


In spite of the late night she had, Anne woke up promptly at 6am as usual.  She was a little sore and more tired than usual, with a slight throb of a hangover but nothing too bad.  She sat up and stretched her arms out, yawning out with a loud growl.  She smacked her lips and rubbed her face with the back of one paw, roughing the matted-down fur around her muzzle.  She opened her eyes finally and licked her lips, tasting the stale nectar from the sleeping feline tied beside her.  She turned to look down at Yvette and stroked her side gently, not intending to wake her straight away.  Yvette had a kind of loose rope collar tied around her neck, leading down her back to her wrists, which were box-tied, and continued down around her waist, with one strand of rope running between her legs.  The rope just barely slipped between her lips, still glistening with fresh feline nectar because her moving through the night had kept her slightly aroused.  


Anne laid down over the sleeping cheetah and pressed her nose into her neck, taking a deep breath before opening her maw and dragging her tongue up, tracing her jawline up and to the base of her ear, curling it around to lick at the velvety insides.   Yvette purred and wiggled slightly.  She started to move but felt the rope around her wrists.  Her eyes shot open and she tugged the restraints roughly, tightening the rope on her slit.  The braids in the rope slid back and forth across her clit as she wiggled, making her mewl out a quiet moan.  


“Good morning, kitten.”  Anne nibbled Yvette’s ear and slid her paw down to cup one of her breasts.   


“G-good morning, mam-AH!”  She screamed as Anne pinched one of her nipples hard between her dull claws.  She jerked and arched her back, tightening the ropes even more making herself moan as the bear teased her.  She panted breathily as the bear’s paw slid down her back, holding tension on the rope as it slid down towards her ass.  


“Such a naughty little slut, wetting yourself in your sleep… Were you having nice dreams?”  Her paw finally hovered over the taught rump before gripping it hard, digging in claws just enough to sting.  Yvette moaned in pleasure and pain as Anne kneaded her ass with her claws, nipping along her jawline sharply with her large, sharp teeth.  


“Ye-ye-YES! Ma-mama bear…”  She struggled to speak through gasps and panting moans.  Anne walked her fingers down to the cleft of Yvette’s ass, slipping them under the rope and pushing it to the side, unblocking the inch-thick, unflared equine dildo[a] that was buried deep in her ass.  The movement inside her made her squeal loudly; she had gotten accustomed to the toy throughout the night, and feeling it move made her shiver.  As Anne took the base of the hard rubber toy in her paw she twisted it, letting Yvette feel every molded vein and the smallest contours.  “You have the sexiest little ass, kitten… Do you like it when mama bear plays with your ass?”  Anne gripped the toy by the balls and slowly began pulling it out.  The medial[b] ring popped through her tight inexperienced hole, making her mewl quietly.  


“Y-Ahn~Yes, mama bear.”  She said quietly, shifting her weight onto her front to lift her hips to present her ass completely.  Anne put her hand on the back of Yvette’s head, pulling her face into her breast, pressing her nipple against her panting, mewling maw.  


“You’ve got a hungry little ass for someone who hasn’t played back here much, pussy.”  Anne pulled it out to the tip and Yvette’s ring held tightly onto it, keeping it inside.  “It doesn’t want me to pull it out… Do you want it out, pussy?”  Yvette shook her head, a bright blush showing through her fur as her eyes shut tight and she worshipped the hard, black flesh in her maw; licking, tugging, sucking on Anne’s nipple as she was teased.  


In one fast motion, Anne pulled Yvette’s head into her breast hard, pinning it down to muffle her scream as she plunged the entire toy back into her making the silicone balls slap against her wet pussy.   Yvette’s needle sharp teeth dug into Anne’s thick fur out of reflex, the sharp pain making her body tense.  “That’s it… Let it all out… The pain will turn to pleasure soon enough.”  


Yvette tensed and her legs kicked as the toy was thrust deep into her untrained tunnel and her eyes opened wide like saucers as pain shot through her entire body.  Her paws kicked at the bed, her dull, manicured claws dug into the mattress as she tried reflexively to escape the throbbing intrusion to her tailhole.  She mewled and groaned into Anne’s breast as slowly the throbbing pain turned to pleasure, spreading through her body like electricity, spiderwebbing through her entire body.  Her paws clenched into fists and released behind her as she fought the urge to tense.  Anne pulled Yvette’s face away and licked across her soft lips as she gasped for air, feeling like every last bit had been driven out by the huge-seeming toy.  


“You look so precious when you’re feeling that pleasure-pain… It’s adorable.”  Anne slowly pulled the toy out, only enough to pop the ring out before pressing it back in, making Yvette wince and moan quietly, her feminine nectar dripping down her thighs and stomach, pooling on the bed below her.  Anne slowly pumped the toy in and out of her rump, fucking her slowly with it, letting her ass get used to the intrusion.  


“Ma-AH-Mama bear!  P-please…  I-I have… I have things to do… p-people onboa-AAH!”  She screamed in pleasure as the rope pinched her clit.  It had always been there, grinding and pressing on her hard pearl, but the sudden pull brought it to the forefront as she orgasmed, gushing out around the rope and splashing lightly on the bed.  


“Oh really?  Then I guess I’ll allow you to go as soon as you shower.”  Anne kissed Yvette’s cheek and untied her.  With the simple tug of one loose end the rope around her neck came loose allowing her to slump on the bed, pulling her wrists loose to fall to her sides, the red rope laying flaccid on her back.  “Get up, kitten.  Let’s go clean up.”  Anne smacked Yvette’s rump roughly and got up, pulling the dildo out of her as she did.  


Anne flicked the spikey tip of the dildo on her strapon and watched it bounce as she waited for the shower to heat up.  She ran her fingers over the brand on her shoulder, tracing where the edges were starting to heal up and regrow fur here and there.  Two long, toned, spotted arms wrapped around her from behind and she felt soft breasts against her lower back.  She smiled looking behind her in the mirror as Yvette licked up her spine, purring.  


“Thanks for the fun night, ‘mama bear,’” She said as she slid her hands up to the bear’s breasts.  “Last night was really fun.  So was this morning…”  Anne could almost feel the feline blush as she hid behind the bear’s broad back.  She moved her hands to cup Anne’s breasts and squeezed them tightly.  


“Yes it was, Y-vee.  So fun that I think maybe we should continue tonight.”  She took Yvette’s hands and slid themdown her body, tracing her sides and her muscled stomach to rest on the buckles of the strapon, holding them there for Yvette to remove.  


“T-tonight?  Umm… I don’t know…”  She mumbled into Anne’s back as she unbuckled the leather straps and sat it on the sink.


“If you don’t find anything better.  I figure finding playmates on this ship with the same… predilections, isn’t exactly easy, so might as well keep this up.”  Anne turned around and wrapped her hand around the back of Yvette’s head, pulling her up onto her tiptoes to kiss her forcefully, making her purr deeply.  She suddenly let her go and dropped her, stepping into the shower.  “Come on.  You smell like pussy and other people’s sweat.”  Anne smiled over her shoulder and winked at Yvette before starting to wash herself.  


“That’d be… alright, I suppose.”  Yvette stepped into the shower behind her, bathing herself to go about her day.



BREAK




Freddie had been feeling better since talking to Lilly.  He knew that he’d probably never see them again after this cruise was over, but he couldn’t help but get attached to them.  Their company filled a hole in him that had been left empty for a long time.  She had inspired him to pray again, too.  He’d lost touch with his faith since the accident.  He never felt angry with God, or bitter, he just didn’t care anymore.  He hadn’t particularly cared about anything past that point.  He went through the motions of his life, doing his best to accomplish the goals he had set for himself, even though they had become almost meaningless.  


He had barely slept last night, but he felt more energetic and alive than he had in months.  He laid awake and poured his heart out like he was talking to an old friend he hadn’t seen in years.  He cried, at points, and laughed at good memories that came back to him from time to time.  When he slept he dreamt good things and happy memories.  


[i][center]“Vivir en Cristo me da paz;
Con él habitaré;
Ya suyo soy, y de hoy en más
A nadie temeré”[/center][/i]


He sang the only hymn he remembered off the top of his head as he walked to the gym for the morning seminar.  Dennis was more than a little taken aback by the new laid-back Freddie.  


“What’s up with you today, Fred?!”  Dennis tackled him from behind and squeezed him around the chest before shoving him off.  “It almost looks like someone pulled the stick out of your ass.”  


Freddie laughed and punched him in the shoulder.  “Yeah I guess so.  Has Cecily showed up yet?”  He looked around for the little kangaroo mouse, intent on keeping his promises from here on out.  


“Nah, your girlfriend hasn’t shown up yet.  BTW does she know you were cheating on her with some skeezy housecat?”  He shoved Freddie’s shoulder and looked around.  “So, man, you think you wanna go hang out tonight?  There’s a lounge on this ship with a disco and stuff.  You could get your dance on, maybe find a less slutty chick to hang out with for awhile?”


“Yeah, you want the sluts to yourself, right?”  Freddie laughed and shoved him back.  “Sure, man.  I don’t have anything special planned.”  


“You sure man, cau- Wait, what the fuck?!”  He raised an eyebrow surprised.  “You said yes?  The fuck.”  He walked flabbergasted to the front to get ready for the start of class.  Freddie shook his head and chuckled quietly as he followed him up.


As the session was about to start the small kangaroo mouse burst through the door, slid passed Freddie while she pulled the t-shirt over her head revealing the outfit he had gotten with her earlier that week. She joined the  back of the group where she had found her common spot for the past three days.


“Okaaay… in a hurry today aren’t we, pequena?”  He said quietly as class began.  


Class went by as would be expected.  Now that they were into it a few days people were slowly catching up and getting into the exercises.  Most people were needing less and less assistance except for the late comers that they always got.  Cecily seemed a little out of it, but not enough to be unsafe.  He figured he would ask her what was up after class.


Just as the class ended [c]the young mouse grabbed all her belongings and sprinted full steam from the gym and disappeared down the hall, not leaving any time for Freddie to have much of a chance to even look in her direction after the session.


“Uhh...ok… that was weird…”  Freddie walked out, heading to the Windjammer for lunch.  


“You wanna come to the Solarium and get a drink?”  Dennis asked, waiting at the gym door.  


“Nah, I need some solid food.”  Freddie stopped and turned back to him.  


“They have hotdogs and a salad bar and shit.  Come on man.”  

“No thanks, I prefer to shower before I use public pools and stuff.  Besides I’m on a diet.  Have fun man, we’ll hang out tonight.”  Freddie turned and headed to the Windjammer, singing as he went.  


[i][center]
En la cruz, en la cruz,
Do primero vi la luz,
Y las manchas de mi alma yo lavé
Fue allí por fe do vi a Jesús,
Y siempre feliz con él seré.[/center][/i]


Once at the Windjammer he grabbed his food as usual.  He got a little extra fruit this time, just because he felt like sweets.  He walked around looking for Lilly and maybe Cecily, hoping to figure out what she was up to.  He soon spotted the liger sitting by herself looking at a spot on the table next to her plate. As he approached she put up her hand and said, “Don’t talk, its just getting good.” With that he noticed the wireless headphones and the small tablet and the  movie she was watching, some old animated flick about a toaster and other household appliances trying to find their old master.  As he cautiously took his seat, confused by the  situation, she tapped the screen, dropped the headphones around her neck and looked up at him, “I thought you’d have something better to do than hang out with an ass hole liger today.”


“Heh not really.  That’s a great one.  La Tostadore Valiente!”  He said with a little flourish as he forked a grape.  “We loved that one when I was little.  So where’s pequena?  She was in a real hurry today.”  


“Sisy is going to meet a new friend for lunch over at Chops Grill. Some moose girl that I nearly bounced an air hocky puck off of.” She said with a pit of pride in her smile.


“Heh, that’s nice.  It’s good that she’s getting along easier with people.  She’s been really timid.  I noticed it today though, she was almost acting completely normal this morning when she ran in.  It was nice.”  He smiled too, nibbling at his fruity salad.  “What’re you up to today?”


“Me? The usual, reading books, watching movies, swimming, sleeping. What else am I supposed to do  on vacation?”  She looked up at him, “Seriously, I think I’m going to lose my mind trapped on this ship.  At least Squeaky found someone close to her age to hang out with. I was getting a little worried that she might not get out and do much until we got to the islands.” She stabbed her fork into a few pieces of meat, “I mean, really. What kid wants to hang out with their mom for two weeks? I’m sure after the past month she is sick of me.”


“I doubt that.  Come on, you’re awesome and you know it.  No way she could get sick of you.”  He drank his water and continued to eat.  “At least you’re not just running around like a teen on your first heat like everyone else on this ship.”  


Lilliana snickered at the comment, “You talking about your compatriots?”


“Huh?”  He looked up, confused for a second before laughing loudly.  “HAHA Yeah those two but everyone else here too.  You know a bunch of witches had a wedding here the other night?  There were like a dozen teenage couples there on the verge of having an orgy in the ballroom.  But everyone here’s like that.  You can almost smell it.  Everybody here old enough to get a boner is trying to bury it in anything warm.”  


The tines on her fork tapped loudly against the plate as she spoke, “They are Wiccan or pagans, it is rude to call them anything less. Yes I know they are a bit more… Open… to the sex thing than most groups, but they still have standards. The rest of the pups around are just out of control kids whose parents have no clue what they’re doing.”  She looked up at him, “And let’s not forget our own transgressions before pointing out those of others.” She finished with a smirk.


He played with his food timidly, looking down at it and avoiding eye contact defensively.  “Well… from someone who’s had more than a few Santeran curses laid on my doorstep, my school locker, my first bicycle… they’re witches to me.  And yeah, I did a stupid thing.  But I’m 21.  I’m talking about friggin preteens running around like this is the playboy mansion…”  He ate bits and pieces, keeping his eyes low.  He didn’t want to make her angry or disappoint her, but he respected her too much to not speak his mind.


She looked over at the now seemingly ashamed  parrot, “So you’re telling me when you were hitting puberty you didn’t want to experiment with the hot young girls… or boys?  Let’s get real, these kids aren’t doing anything they’re not getting away with at home. Cubs will push the boundaries set for them, and those that have no boundaries will push those set by society. My opinion of the whole thing is that the cubs are not to blame, they are doing what comes naturally. It’s the parents that need to get off their ass and do their part of raising them.” She leaned back from her plate, “So what will it be, accept that the kids are going to do what they can get away with or take it on yourself to try and set things right as your mind sees it?”


“I don’t know… I don’t like seeing kids running around, getting into trouble, making mistakes that will follow them for the rest of their lives… But I’m a stranger.  I don’t have the right to tell them what to do any more than I could walk up and tell Cecily what to do in your place.  That is, if you weren’t doing a GREAT job, which I think you are.  I know kids’ll be kids and stuff… I don’t know.”  He leaned back, stretching his wings behind himself.  “I’ve always been a natural-born wet blanket.  I was always the designated driver, I was the one that wanted to wait till marriage, I was the one that turned down shit that my friends would have killed for, never did drugs or drank or went out too late or… Goddamn I’m lame.”  He slumped down, hanging limp off the back of the chair.  


She laughed at what he said, “You are a stick in the mud. God what I did when I was younger.” She looked up reminiscing of her ill spent youth. “The[d] was this one party, God it was fun. The guy had like seventy acres of land and we went out on the back forty where there was this awesome fire pit at the bottom of a cliff.  They had the climbing harness setup in a tree so the drunk fucks could swing out over the fire. You would have been the poor sap that got his ass tied out on the line and laughed at.” She looked over at him, “You actually remind me of the poor geek. Always talking about ‘they shouldn’t do this’ or ‘they shouldn’t do that’. God I wanted to slap the shit out of him every time he opened his mouth at a party,[e] but you couldn’t not invite him. You know what I mean?”


“Umm…”  He blushed, a little embarrassed but shook his head.  “No.  Like you said, I’m usually that guy, so I guess it’s just everybody wants to slap the shit outta me.  I suppose it’s a good thing I can fight alright.”  He smiled.  “I doubt anyone could have tied me anywhere... I didn’t want to be, at least.”


“Ok, chicken tenders, that’s enough ranting on the indiscretions of the mortal world. Try to talk about something that will put a smile on your face, not mine.” She said as she continued to eat.[f]


“Hmmm… I’m gonna go out with Dennis tonight.  There’s a place on here with a dancefloor besides the ballroom and the kids’ disco so I figured I could go and maybe loosen up and just have fun.  Give me a chance to dress up for once.  You may like it.  I don’t know if they’ll play anything you’d like but at least it’d be danceable.”


“Sorry lunch bucket, I have Sisy to think about when it comes to stuff like that. Sure she can fend for herself, but I don’t want her to have to. Besides they never play any grunge or thrash at those things, and they never devolve to a mosh pit.”  She finished her thought  before shoveling more food into her mouth.


“Hahaha alright.  Actually I was gonna ask Cecily if she wanted to give me a hand tonight.  I was gonna file my “special occasion” designs into my beak and was thinking about letting her help.”  He traced shapes in his beak idly.  


“Well feather head, I think you're overlooking one thing.  She’s a girl and she found another girl about her age to hang out with.” She looked over at him, “I don’t think she will be free to goof off with a pigeon tonight.” She glanced down at her phone, “If she spends much more time in the gril she may not have time for much tonight.”   


He smiled big, his tailfeathers fanning.  “That’s alright, though, isn’t it?  So long as she’s safe and having fun that’s what matters.  Heh, you can give me a hand if you promise not to carve a bunch of dicks or a Hitler ‘stache on me.”  He laughed as he ate through his salad.  


“Unless you want java code scratched into your face for a few weeks, you don’t want me near your beak.” She said with a snicker. 


As the two talked, Cecily came running up to the liger and grabbed her arm, “Dinner in the main dining room… I have nothing to wear.”  The little mouse said softly.


Lillyana looked at the girl with a smile, “Well there go my dinner plans. So I guess you want to go shopping.” She looked over at Freddie, “Unless you have an overwhelming need to watch a teenage girl try on a few outfits, I think lunch is done for me.”


“I think I can live without it for now.”  He smiled at Cecily and leaned over to pat her shoulder.  “You better believe you’ve gotta show me whatever you get though.  You’re gonna be gorgeous and I don’t want to miss it.”  He sat back and went back to nibbling at his salad.  “You girls have fun!”  


Lilliana stood up from the table, “Well I guess this is TTFN, turkey. See you for our next  lunch.” She took Cecily by the hand and the duo left the eatery together.




BREAK




Dennis clicked his feetclaws on the floor outside of Freddie’s room as he waited for the parrot to get ready.  “The least you could do is let me in and sit down while you preen!  Maybe offer me one of those complementary bottles you’ve got in there!”  He yelled at him through the door and started to feel like an impatient prom date.  


“I’ve done gone through all of mine…”  He muttered to himself as he adjusted his cuffs and collar.  He was wearing a grey button-down shirt with floral embroidery down each side of the chest, falling down from the shoulders and into the waist of his tight-ish coffee-brown leather pants that were cinched around the waist by a brown leather Louis Vuitton belt with a classy brown-and-gold buckle.  His shirt was unbuttoned down to the top of his abs, but it was tucked in tight enough that it didn’t blouse out around his chest.  It was just open enough to show the cleft of his pectorals and the gold plus-sign shaped cross that hung from a simple leather cord around his neck.  His final accessory was a ring on his left thumb, that was also quite simple. The main body of it was gold with a band of platinum running down the middle of it.  


He pushed his thumbs in the waist of his pants and leaned against the wall in a reminition of the classic James Dean pose.  He looked down checking himself, being sure everything was straight and in it’s place.  The buttons of his shirt matched up with the button of his pants perfectly.  His necklace hid in his thick fluffy chest fur, but that was alright.  He turned his belt buckle up to give it a read.  


[i][center]DEPOSE ENFRANCET A L’ETRANCER
[b]LOUIS VUITTON[/b]
INVENTEUR
101, avenue des Champs-Elysees, PARIS [/center][/i]


He smirked to himself and polished it with his wrist as the door finally opened and Freddie came out.  “About fucking time!  I was about to think you fell asleep!”  He turned to the door to watch his friend come out.  He stared at Freddie’s face saucer-eyed.  “Jesus fucking christ what happened to your face?”  


Freddie sighed and shook his head.  “You haven’t hung out with many birds before have you?”  His beak had been carved with a mural of Taino tribal designs.  


The eternal lovers, represented by two feral birds touching beaks, sat a the very top of his beak.  Underneath them Boinayel, the crying cloud whose tears makes the rain sat beneath them.  At the bottom sat the owl, the symbol of birth and new life.  The rim of his beak and his lower beak were decorated in interlocking spirals, representing water, representing life.  Finally, on the sides of his beak sat Los Gemelos, the twins.  The wrong twin was on the wrong side of the beak, broken apart, hands outstretched towards the center reaching out for one another.  They normally represent the duality of nature: the rain that gives life to the trees and plants and fish can drown, the fire that gives warmth can burn, death that brings sorrow can bring new life, but to Freddie, they represented something else.  He still felt his soul was ripped in two, reaching for its other half.  Even though he was coming to terms with it and trying to move on with life, he refused to ever pretend that the hole in his heart wasn’t there.  All of his designs were painted in with polish, bringing them to vibrant life in spite of their rudimentary, primitive design.  


“I’ve hung out with a lot of fuckin birds Fred!”  Dennis said as he leaned in, looking over the elaborate design.  “This stuff looks like fucking kindergartener’s scrawled it.”  

Freddie pushed Dennis away and laughed.  “They’re traditional drawings and symbols, Freddie.  Trust me, it’s alright.”  


“You sure?  Cause there was this chick I was with once, no pun intended, she had all these really cool like, scrimshawed patterns in her beak?  It was epic.”  He said as he started walking.  “So you ready?”  He looked back and looked over the bird, just now looking his wardrobe over.  


Freddie was wearing some loose designer-ripped jeans with some patches and a button up shirt that was loosely tucked and roughed like seemed to be in style at the time.  “Yeah.  I think this is in style enough.  I look like a rich slob.”  He tugged at his shirt somewhat derisively as they walked through the ship.  “There was a point in time where a suit and tie was sexy clubwear.”  


“I KNOW, RIGHT?!  Thank God that time came and went long before we were born.”  Dennis bounced down the hallways, his bare feet clapping against the floor as he went.  


[center]------------------[/center]


The Viking Lounge was nice, albeit small.  They had severely cut down the size of the dance floor to make room for the bar and booths, which kind of made sense.  You make your money from the people sitting around buying drinks, not the ones dancing all night.  They showed their I.D.s at the door and headed inside.  Freddie went straight to the dancefloor.  He didn’t really have a plan for the night, but he figured he’d dance awhile and try to be good company.  Dennis, however, had a date.  


He’d caught that cat’s number, and she wanted to hang out at the Viking Lounge, maybe get a few drinks, and put on a little bit of a show.  Pushing the boundaries of what you could get away with in public was a definite turn-on for the bat, and he always made sure to take full advantage when he found a kindred spirit, which he definitely had in that particular feline.  They didn’t even know each other’s names but she was ready to go no matter.  From the way she took him she was more than a little experienced too.  


People were on this cruise to get a little slutty and have fun, but Dennis preferred knowing he wasn’t taking advantage of some tenderhearted secretary-type or an otherwise innocent girl just looking to experiment.  For one thing, unless it’s a horse, cow, or something else particularly large, they wouldn’t be able to handle him if they weren’t used to getting it regular.  And besides that, things had a way of getting weird fast.  He didn’t like hurting people’s feelings if he could help it, so it was best to avoid women that took him too seriously.  


He sat at the bar and waited for the bartender to come around.  The dolphin walked to him swinging her hips wide along with her long, thick tail.  She had intriguing colors, a black back and head with white speckles, and a white belly, neck, and the insides of her arms and legs with black speckles.  Where it met in the middle was almost even, black and white spots everywhere.  She looked around middle-aged, betrayed by a few lines on her face and the little bit of cellulite around her thighs.  She was still sexy, though.  Her skin was healthy and had a nice sheen to it like a dolphin’s should.  She wore a very simple black, single-strapped pencil dress with a wide silver belt at the waist.  Her nametag said ‘Alepo’i.  


Dennis smiled as he looked her over.  She was a little old, sure, but she was still sexy.  “Well hey there, gorgeous.”  


[i]Oh great, another one of these pricks.[/i]  She thought to herself as she smiled and leaned across the counter, showing off her ample breasts.  “Hello there!  Can I get you something to drink?”  


“Hmm… What do you like?”  He leaned over towards her, trying to peek down her dress as she was leaned towards him.  


[i]I like to give people their drinks and not talk to pissants...[/i]  She bent down and smooshed her breasts against the bar, showing out for a little more of a tip.  “Well, the Lemon Gingertini is nice, and so is our Apricot Sour.  If you’ve never been to Hawaii before you might like to try the Lava Flow.”  She actually wasn’t a fan of the sweet drinks.  She was a beer and whiskey kind of girl, but that tends to turn people off and make them shut down.  When they shut down, they don’t tip.  


“Hmm… they all sound kind of fruity.”  His stubby tail wiggled behind him as he hid his gaze under his hat, motorboating her in his mind.  


“They’re sweet drinks, but you look man enough to me…”  She smiled and winked at him, gagging a little in her mind.  


“I think I’ll just have a Black and Tan.”  He sat back and smiled up at her, giving her a wink.  


“I’ll have that for you in a moment, sir.”  She turned back to the bar to start pouring his drink.  [i]Finally.[/i]


Dennis turned his back to the bar and looked around, waiting on his drink.  ‘Alepo’i had a very nice ass, just big enough without being too much, and she had managed to fight off cellulite very well for her age.  “So… Allez Poi?  What’s it like being a bartender on a ship like this?”  


[i]Just fine until people start slowing me down with their smalltalk.[/i]  She turned around with a pale ale, a bottle of Guinness, a Guinness glass, and a wide layering spoon.  “‘A-leh-PO-ee.  It’s alright.  Lets me meet lots of new different people.”  She poured the ale quickly, letting it develop a good head, stopping at halfway up the glass and hanging the layering spoon on the edge of the glass, hovering just above the head of the ale.  


“It must be cool.  All of these good-looking young guys running around, just looking to have fun, no worries about calling ‘em in the morning and stuff.”  He looked around and then looked back at her, watching her pour his drink.  “You must have your pick of the litter, right?”  


[i]Yeah, that’s just what I want to do after tending bar for 8 hours, go back to some drunk, spoiled asshole’s room and suck his dick.[/i]  She slowly poured the Guinness to let it layer well.  “Heh, I probably would if work didn’t get me so tired at the end of the day.  Besides we’re not really allowed to… ‘interact’ with the cruisegoers.”


“Well that’s a shame.”  He shook his head smiling up at her.  “You’re just too sexy to be doing without, you know?”


She pushed his drink to him, spilling a little of the Guinness’ head down the sides.  “That’ll be 14.48$, sir.”  She stood with her hand on her cocked hip, waiting for him to dig out his wallet.  


He reached back and pulled out a small white gold money clip with a single diamond in it, pulling out a ten and a five.  “You can keep the change.”  He winked at her and picked up his drink.  


“Thanks sugar!”  She walked to the cash register and put the money away before going on to other customers.  [i]50 whole cents.  Thanks.[/i]  She rolled her eyes.  


Dennis sat and looked at his layered drink, the opaque black beer sitting on top of the light blond, the edge between the two murky and ill-defined.  He looked around for his feline playmate and took the first sip, cringing a little since he wasn’t a beer-drinker particularly.  He drank what looked cool and a Black and Tan certainly looked cool and manly.  


He saw her out of the corner of his eye and hid a smirk on the other side of his face.  He wasn’t going to let on he saw her.  Girls always liked it when he was flippant, for whatever reason.   She had on a strapless teal dress that barely clung to her slender frame.  It was gathered from the bust down, giving it an interesting texture, and helping the fabric to catch the light, giving her a slight blue-green shimmer.  The top held tight against her small chest and the neckline, if it could even be called that, was scandalously low.  The hem barely went a quarter down her thigh.


[i]Any shorter and she’d be showing snatch…[/i]   He thought as he shifted his eyes away, looking for some other little thing in a slinky dress for her to catch him leering at.  If she was jealous, it meant he should probably back off a little bit.  If not, everything was still good.  His eyes landed on a nice round mare rump; a blue roan in a tight black skirt with bright white braided tail and mane.  


“She looks cute.”  He shivered as he felt the cat’s warm breath on his sensitive ear.  His mouth curled into a smile as she wrapped both arms around his waist.  “How’re you tonight sweetie?”  She stood up on her tiptoes and licked the edge of his ear playfully.  


“I’m alright.  How’re you tonight sweet thing?”  He wrapped one wing around her and squeezed her ass, making her purr and squeeze him tighter.  


“I’m okay.  Spent most of the afternoon sunning out at the pool.  I have the sexiest tiny little bikini that gives all the old guys boners.”  She lifted her leg up and over his leg, letting him feel her lack of panties rub against his leg before flipping her other leg up to sit in his lap.  “I decided I’d dress up all special for you though.  I hope you like it.”  She sat with her legs slightly open, where anyone with the right vantage could get a good look at her delicious, pale pink.  


His wing wrapped around her and covered her rump as one of his long digits hooked under her dress and pulled up slowly.  “You givin’ somebody a show, sweet thing?”  


She smiled and held her purse in her lap,[g] just barely shielding the view from the top.  “Anyone who’s lucky enough, Dennis.”  She wiggled her bared rump against his leg teasingly.  “Are you ever going to ask my name?”  


“I figured you’d tell me if you wanted me to know.”  His wing stroked over her back and ass as they sat with their back to the bar.  “And I think you caught an admirer…”  Dennis nudged his nose towards a booth where a young-looking skunk was sitting with an older couple, a male skunk and a female jaguar.  He stared at her out of the corner of his eye, looking down into his drink to hide his gaze from his tablemates behind his emo-ish hair.  He was wearing a tight designer t-shirt, some expensive skinny jeans that looked like they were made for a high school girl, and a pair of custom red and black Vans.  


She smiled and spread her legs slightly, and shifted her hips to give him a better view.  He blushed brightly and his eyes darted up as he realized she saw him.  She winked at him and he jumped, turning away quickly and hiding behind his drink.  “He’s so cute!  Like a scared little puppy.”  


“Heh, I know, right?  So what is it?”  He turned up his drink and took a few big gulps, forcing it down as best he could.  


“What?”  She turned around on his lap to face the bar and tugged the back of her dress down to cover her bared white-furred butt.  


“Your name?”  His ears swiveled around listening to the room and the booming dubstep that everyone attempted to dance to.  She wiggled back and forth to the music and bobbed her head as she looked over all the liquors on the backbar, wanting to try something but not sure what. 


“Layla Xiao.”  She waved to the bartender to get her attention.  “Can I have one of the Lava Flow thingies, please?”


‘Alepo’i walked over and nodded to her, glancing back at Dennis then back to the feline.  “Alright.  Be careful with it, though.  It’s got more alcohol than what it tastes like.”  


“Okay.”  She nodded and leaned forward on her elbows on the bar.  “I’ll just sip it, then.”  She smiled as her long tail snaked behind her and her ears swiveled and twitched with all the sounds around her.  


Dennis poked at her shoulder and whispered in her ear.  “Your secret admirer is watching again.”  She turned and looked over her shoulder as she waited on her drink, watching the skunk stare at her ass.  “Heh…”  Dennis wrapped his wing around her back, hiding her from view for a moment before hooking the claw of one of his digits on the hem of her skirt and pulling it up enough, watching the boy’s face for signs of when to stop.  


The skunk’s eyes widened like saucers and the insides of his ears positively glowed red as he watched the tiniest peek of Layla’s lips from under her dress.  He shuffled in his seat and turned back away quickly, drinking his drink quickly.  He shuffled in his seat and talked to the other people at his table for a second before getting up and hurrying to the bathroom.


Dennis pulled her dress back down and slipped his hand around her waist.  “So Layla… wanna have some fun?”


She smiled at him devilishly as the drink was set down in front of her.  “I just got my drink though…”  She ran her fingertip around the rim lightly, collecting the pink sugar as her tail swished behind her.  


“15.76, please.”  ‘Alepo’i looked at Dennis, noticing fairly quickly that Layla [h]wasn’t even starting into her purse to pay for herself. 


“I’ll get it.”  Dennis reached into his pocket and gave her a twenty this time.  “Keep the change alright?”  He got up and wrapped his arms around Layla’s waist, leaning over her to rest his chin on her head.  “I’m gonna visit the head, ok?”  He kissed behind her ear and whispered quietly, “If our little friend is still in there and the coast is clear I’ll text you.  Hurry with your drink.”  He licked her ear with his long, slender tongue and pulled away to saunter to the bathrooms.  


The bathrooms were down a short hallway, with mens’ and womens’ bathrooms on opposite sides of the hall.  He went into the bathroom and saw a couple of guys at the urinals, but not the skunk.  He went to a stall in the middle and shut the door, locked it, and sat down, bending down to look for feet.  He heard the clicking of cell phone buttons coming from one of the stalls and checked it.  Sure enough, there was the skunk’s red Van’s Eras and tight black jeans, not pulled down so it was doubtful he was in there for legitimate reasons.  


Dennis dug his iPhone out of his pocket, leaving a stretched outline of it in his back pocket.  He quietly pulled up [I]SEXKITTEN[/I] on his phone and sent her a short text, “Hes n her, third stall on rite, not safe yet.”  Once he pressed send he took the opportunity to change her name to [i]LaylaXiao:SEXKITTEN[/i].


After a minute his phone vibrated in his hands and he swiped over to read it.  “Text me when it’s clear, I can finish this anytime.”  She replied with a picture of herself and her half-empty, fruity, punch drink.  


“Theirs jus 1 dood takin a piss now.  If you down it n cum on im sure hell b gon be4 u.”  Dennis sent the message and sat back to wait for her reply.  


“OK, b there soon.  3rd stall?”  She replied with a picture of her empty drink.  


“Yep”  Dennis replied quickly.  His ears swiveled as he heard the skunk’s pants unzip and belt click.  He smirked and pulled the text up again.  “I thnk hes abut 2 jerk off.  Hurry n catch him, itll be epic”


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Jace ran to the bathroom as quickly as he could, running into the first unlocked stall and slamming the door shut behind him.  He locked it quickly and wiped his face with his forearm.  [i]Goddamnit...[/i]  He blushed hard with embarrassment and pulled out toilet paper, scrubbing the blood off of his arm quickly before it crusted in his fur.  [i]Every fucking time, EVERY fucking time… she even has a fucking boyfriend… What the fuck is wrong with you?![/i]  


He wiped his nose and tore off another small piece to roll up and stuff up his nose.  [i]What the hell, man…[i/]  He pulled out his phone and leaned forward onto his knees, getting on Facebook “Feeling like a background character in a bad anime right now,”  he posted as his status before wiping his nose again.  He sat back on the chair and took a deep breath.  [i]Now to hide in here and pretend I have diarrhea until Zack’s ready to leave...[/i]  He laid his head back against the wall and lifted his phone up above to surf the internet, clicking idly as he went through his IRL friends posts and statuses for the last few weeks.  


[i]Jenny, we all know you’re a lesbian, you don’t have to try so hard.[/i]   He thought to himself as  he scrolled through a few dozen equality, lgbt, rainbow coalition and etc posts from a single day.  


[i]...[/i]  He growled quietly to himself.  [i]Of course she’s going out with Craig… fucking Craig...[/i]  He growled as he typed a congratulations message on Craig’s relationship status change.  [i]Fucking stupid asshole...[/i]  He got off of Facebook and went through his phone, into the pictures, and filing through his folders.  [i]Well SUSAN, I remember when you were Soozy and liked to go to parties and drunk text all your friends…[/i]  


He opened a folder poetically named “fuckbucket” and out popped around 200 pictures of dozens of random girls in various shades of undress, and occasionally doing [i]things[/i].  He scrolled through quickly, looking up and down, searching for a particular set.  


[i]There we are![/i]   He smiled big as he found a long set of nudes and flashes of a young vixen.  She had bright red hair, and all the parts of her body that were supposed to be white were dyed black, making a stark black and red contrast.  He scrolled through the images; a few bathroom mirror tit-shots, a couple of POV’s down her panties, getting more risque as he went along.  He stopped at a picture of her sitting in front of a mirror with her back to him, bent over taking the picture from between her legs.  The black dye on her fur made her pale slit and tailhole stand out brightly and her tail stood up straight.  He smiled and licked his lips as he reached down and started unzipping his pants.  He stroked himself through his underwear, leaving the top button on to let it bulge out through his fly. 


He stretched his legs out and strokes his sheath through his tight white underwear and biting his lip a little.  He glanced every so often at the picture on his phone, but his mind kept wandering back to the siamese-looking cat that was sitting at the bar and the way she teased him.  What got to him was that she looked straight at him when he did it and didn’t stop.  She just smiled at him.  He could feel the wet spot at the top of his underwear and teased around the head with his thumb, rubbing the tip through the fabric.  “RrrrRrrr~”  He murred quietly, muffling himself in his elbow.  


There was a knock at the door and he jerked up into a proper #2 sitting position, almost dropping his phone.  “OCCUPIED!”  He shoved his phone back into his pocket and started fighting with his zipper quietly trying to get it up over his tent.  The person outside just knocked again, jiggling the handle on the door.  “I SAID-”  He stopped himself as he looked up, seeing dark colored feline feet and a tail snaking it’s way in under the stall door.  “Uh..umm…”  


“Let me in before someone comes in here!”  Layla said in a hushed tone.  


Jace realized how risky it was for her to be standing out there and jumped up, scrambling to grab the door and open it.  “Get in here!”  He whispered, not wanting to get in trouble for bringing a girl in the mens’ room.  “What the hell are you doing in here?!  Are you cray-”  As soon as the door opened she was on top of him, her arms wrapped around his head and pulled him into a rough, saccharine-sweet kiss as her momentum forced him back into the wall behind the toilet.  He felt warmth against his crotch as her small chest pressed tightly against his chest through his tight tshirt, letting him feel her perky nipples.  


His paws flailed around looking for something to grab onto and push her off as he mumbled into the kiss trying to get free.  Layla pulled away and wrapped her hand around his muzzle, shushing him quietly.  “Be quiet and we won’t get caught, now shush!”  She whispered as she let go of his muzzle and started climbing down onto the floor in front of him.  


“What are you doing?!  Your boyfriend…?”  He didn’t stop her from sliding down onto the floor, crouched on the balls of her feet with her dress riding up around her belly.  Her nimble fingers eagerly unbuckled his red and black houndstooth belt as she licked her lips at his bulge.   


“He’s not my boyfriend, just a friend.”  She leaned in and nuzzled his bulge, sniffing it a little and running her tongue up it as her fingers slipped in the waist of his underwear and started to tug them down. 


“B-but he was…”  She pulled his pants down around his thighs, freeing 5 thin inches of bright pink, moist cock.  
 
 ←belongs to cooncub


She smiled wide showing her feline needle-teeth as her soft paw wrapped around his shaft, the thumb stroking the oddly-shaped tip.  It was a narrow shaft with a large-ish, pointy, bulb-shaped head.  “With benefits.  I’ve never handled a skunk before.  It’s cute.”  She leaned forward and gave the very tip of his cock a quick peck.  


Jace’s hips jerked when Layla kissed his tip and he pre-d across her face, a long spray of clear liquid landing on her fur.  She shut one eye and licked what little landed around her muzzle, purring as she tasted it.  “It’s sweet!”  She giggled and wiped her face with her arm.  “You eat a lot of fruit, don’t you?”  She cradled his balls with one hand.  They weren’t very big but they were full and tight, like he was already close to cumming.  


Jace bit his lips and dug his claws into his thighs as he strained to hold himself back.  His cock dribbled pre as she fondled his sack, her paw reaching down between her legs to stroke across her glistening slit.  “Are you already about to cum, sweetie?”  She opened her maw wide and stuck her tongue out.  She pressed her tongue and her cold nose against the bottom of his shaft, licking all the way up and letting her warm breath from her maw wash over the tip as her lips hovered over it.  She lowered her head onto it to take the whole tip inside, but didn’t touch it at all.  She teased him with her breath, letting him see himself inside her but not feel her teasing tongue or her silky smooth lips.  


“W-what’s your name?”  He blurted out.  


Layla smiled up at him and made eye contact before shutting her eyes and wrapping her lips around him just below the tip.  She didn’t touch him with anything besides her lips, instead just sliding them up over his tip, giving it a gentle suckle before finally pulling free from the tip.  “Layla,”  she said breathily as she pressed her nose into the base of his shaft, wrapping her tongue around it, lapping all around it as she kissed and suckled at the side.  


“MMPH!”  He covered his muzzle with both hands, holding back a moan as she started to stroke up and down his shaft with her lips and her paw massaged his sack with her fingertips.  His hips jerked wildly and she felt him pulsing against her tongue and heard him grunting through his tightly-held muzzle.  His cum splattered loudly against the wall only a little bit dripping down his shaft onto Layla’s lips.  


“Awww…”  She lapped up his shaft, looking up at him in feigned disappointment.  “What a waste.  I wanted it in my mouth…”  She shut her eyes as her tongue flicked over his tip and took it back into her mouth, sucking hungrily to coax what little was left in his shaft.  She purred into him, getting one last pulse out of his spent cock, and pulled off of it with a loud pop.  She swirled it around in her mouth and opened it wide for him, looking up at her with her big blue eyes.  “Wan’ me choo shwallow?”  He nodded silently and she gulped down with her mouth open, letting him see as he washed down her throat.  


She stood up, her fingers spreading her pussy lips for him, letting him see the dripping wet flesh.  “You have a wrapper, sexy?”  She turned around and stepped back, straddling his legs and squeezing them together, smushing his cock and balls up before sitting on his lap, the top of his shaft pressing against her lips and the tip resting against her clit.  


“N-No-not on me…” He put his hands on her hips timidly, not really knowing what to do besides what he’s learned from bragging friends and the internet.  


“Awww!”  She exclaimed quietly, grinding herself against him as her sweet feminine nectar dripped down his shaft across his balls, soaking into the fur between his thighs.  “Not a boyscout, huh? Be prepared next time and maybe you’ll get a piece of this.”  She lifted off of him, sliding his cock between her asscheeks to rub against her tailhole.  “I don’t want a mess tonight, so you’re gonna have to take this hole.”  She reached back, grabbing his shaft and aimed it into her tight tailhole.  


“Aah!”  The heat made him moan as her slick fluid and his small-ish size let him pop into her easily.  His hips thrust on their own and hilted into her, his legs still pressed tight together by hers.  She mewled loudly and put a hand over her own maw to muffle herself as her other hand reached down to finger herself while she bounced on his lap.  She leaned back against his chest and nipped at his ear, tugging roughly with her sharp teeth before purring out a whisper.  “Play with my breasts.  I can move my hips on my own, use your hands for something I can’t do.”  


He meeped at the ear nip and nodded, quickly moving his hands up to her chest and tugging her top down with his thumbs, leaving it bunched around her midriff and her pale nipples exposed. He rubbed and stroked over them clumsily as he tried to crane his head down over his shoulder to see them.  They were hard and perky but not too large, just enough to get hold of between his fingertips.  He rolled them between his fingers a little too rough, but not enough to be bothersome.  She growled lightly at him and he eased up as she bounced on his lap on her own, his balls clapping wetly against her dripping pussy.  She stroked and teased and fingered herself with both hands as he began to learn how to touch her more delicately.  


Suddenly they heard the bathroom door open and someone walk inside, his shoes clapping lightly on the tiled floor as he headed to a urinal.  Jace froze and held his breath, his eyes wide as saucers at the idea of getting caught.  Layla wasn’t nearly as worried, only slowing her pace to quiet their bodies as they hilted.  She clenched down on him hard as she lifted up and relaxed as she dropped back down, over and over again, biting her lip to fight back her mewls and moans.  


“Hey Jace, you still in here or did you run back to the room when I wasn’t looking?”  Water splashed lightly as the older skunk stood at the urinal.  


Jace turned white as a ghost as soon as he heard the voice, and he gripped Layla’s hips trying to push her off.  “That’s my brother,” he whispered in her ear, “You gotta let me up!”  


“With a huge  boner and a girl in the stall behind you?  Tell him you’re sick.”  She ordered more than suggested as she whispered back to him, moving her hips to get the most pleasure as possible out of him.  


“Little bro?  For real I know you’re still in here.  Did you get some bad fish or something?”  They could hear him shake off and zip up before walking to the sinks.  


Jace opened his mouth, stuttering silently before a sharp elbow jabbed into his ribs. “Aah!  Ah, uhh… Yeah, I’m-mm!-I’m still in here, bro.” 


“I thought so.”  He turned the water on and pumped out some soap. “Are you sick or just jerking off?”  


“U-uh… I think that fish I ha-aaaaah~d at lunch may have been bad… I’ll be out as soon as I can…”  He tried to hide his moans as she rode him, inching close and closer to another orgasm.  


“Alright man.  Well we’re done for the night so we’re only waiting on you.  Come as soon as you can.”  He ripped some paper towels and dried himself before heading out of the bathroom.  


“A-o-ok!”  Jace gripped Layla’s hips tightly as soon as he heard the door close and started thrusting as much as he could with his legs together like they were.  She smiled and leaned forward, gripping the handrails on either side of the stall and rode him as fast as she could, clenching down on him tightly with her tight, trained rump.  He yelled out silently, unable to make a sound as he finally came inside her.  She cooed and purred, looking back over her shoulder at him lustfully, her blue and pink eyes piercing his soul and making him shiver.  


“MMm… This your first time doing anal sex?”  She licked her lips as she leaned forward, withdrawing him from her tight pink star slowly.  He nodded as his tip finally popped free, only a single drop of thick cum flowing out before it closed tightly again, as if completely untouched.    She stood up straight, putting her rump at his eye level.  “Clean me up, won’t you sweetie?”  


He gulped and nodded, leaning forward and putting both hands on her cheeks, spreading what little was there to spread.  Her tail laid over his shoulders and gently nudged him into her rump, pulling his nose right into the base of her tail, his lips pressed against her cummy pucker and his paws gripping tightly, trying his hardest not to pull away.


He couldn’t understand why he wasn’t disgusted, but he wasn’t.  His face was NOT meant to be THERE, he was sure of that.  But he liked it.  His tongue darted around her hole, tasting his own seed dripping down her ass to the cleft of her lips, which were already dripping with her own sweet juices.  He buried his face in her rear, his nose pressed against her tailhole as his maw wrapped around her heat as much as it could.  His tongue lapped at her button as her feminine nectar dripped down onto it, gulping it down thirstily whenever enough gathered.  


Layla moaned and purred and mewled and groaned against the wall of the stall, pushing herself back against his face, trying to guide his unpracticed tongue.  He’d come twice already.  She was going to get at least one before letting him out of this stall.  She loved this feeling, in public, the chance of getting caught rising by the second, getting fucked by a stranger, almost getting caught by his brother…  His brother was cute.  Big and muscley.  She wondered if he was bigger down there, too.  She could just imagine his brother’s cock deep in her ass as Jace licked her, or he fucked her throat, sandwiching her between the two of them.  


Layla heard Jace coughing and sputtering loudly behind her.  Her body felt tingly, numb, and pleasure surged through her body.  She felt the afterglow, the downcoming of her orgasm.  [i]I daydreamed through my orgasm… Fuck...[/i]  She growled at herself and stood up, straightening up her dress and covering herself again.  “That was pretty good, sexy.  Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”  She opened the door and started out, walking out of the bathroom and leaving him sitting alone, with his pants around his ankles and his cock hanging out.  


Dennis walked by the stall door after Layla and stopped, looking into the stall at Jace with a slight smirk.  “She’s fucking something, isn’t she?”  Jace just stared at him, blushing but too spent to cover himself.  Dennis had an almost wrist-thick bulge running down the leg of his tight leather pants almost reaching to his knee.  “I’m gonna just shut this so you can gather your thoughts.  See you later…”  He pulled the door shut awkwardly and walked away, leaving the skunk alone in the bathroom.  


As soon as Dennis stepped out of the bathroom Layla was standing across the hall waiting.  “I couldn’t even get my lips around him before he asked me my name.”  She huffed a little, her arms crossed across her chest in feigned anger.  


“What?”  Dennis put his wing around her waist and squeezed her into his side.  


“We had a threesome, you fucked me all night, and half a morning, AND we met for a date before you ever asked me my name.  AND I even had to ask you to ask.”  She nibbled his arm playfully and growled at him to punish him for being so rude.  


“Well I guess he’s just more of a gentleman than I am.  But you like me enough, don’t you?”  He reached down and licked her ear.  “So… dance a little while with skunk in you then back to my room?”  He nibbled the edge of her ear as they walked back to the club proper.  


“Yeah.  It’s a little bit of a turn on…”  She actually blushed a little at that, wrapping herself in his warm, soft wing.  


“Well let’s go before you start leaving a trail.”  He chuckled and pulled her on, leading her for a long, nice night of dancing and drinking before going back to his room together.  




BREAK


Kim had a long, frustrating night.  The Viking? Nothing.  The Windjammer?  Nothing.  The pool? Nothing.  The Casino?  Nothing.  Same for the Boleros.  She had even tried Fuel, the 18-and-under lounge, though she promised herself it wasn't because she was desperate enough to go after jailbait. She had found that sometimes beleaguered mothers were just [i]waiting[/i] for a chance to throw their cares all away. But still, nothing.


Her day had been a complete bust, aside for the ice cream contest she had managed to place in, passing herself off for a teenager to get a few pounds of free sweets.  Now, she sat in one of the hot tubs in the Solarium and drinking the most punchy, sugary drink she could find.  


It sat in a footed hurricane glass, a slice of pineapple garnished the lip of it, and it was halfway filled now with thick, blue, milkshake looking liquid.  The blended mix of vodka, blue curacao, grapefruit juice, and pineapple sloshed as she spun her drink idly.  She had run across Yvette a few times, but didn’t make herself known at the time.  


[i]What if they’re like, TOGETHER together?!  If Annie brought her on the ship and I tried to steal her...[/i]  Kim shook her head.  The master/pet relationship was sacred to her and if she had made moves on someone else’s sub?  She couldn’t stomach the idea of having to apologize to Anne, but now she may not have a choice.  She sipped the drink again, groaning to herself.  [i]That damn bear is gonna ruin my whole trip...[/i]  She smiled as spotted legs stepped over her and she felt the fluffy tail slide across her shoulders as Yvette got in, giving her a nice view of her tight rump before sitting down.  “Well, hey there sexy.”  She said as Yvette turned to face her and sat down.  


“I hope you don’t mind sharing with me…”  She looked around, taking a sip of her drink.  Since the other night she had decided to trust the bartender here, the pleasant king cheetah seemed to know what she was talking about, and pleasantly surprised Yvette with this odd concoction of banana juice and wheat beer.


“How could I mind hanging out with a sex kitten like you?”  Kim quipped as she drank her own little concoction.  She looked over the cheetah’s muscular body and her cute face, with her sexy black faux-hawk.  “So… Is Annie your mistress or what?”  


Yvette choked on her drink a little and sputtered, the insides of her ears turning rosey pink.  “A-Anne?  No… Umm… She’s not… I’m not… Why did you think that?”  


Kim perked up a little hearing that Yvette hadn’t been claimed yet.  “Well the way you followed her around like an obedient little kitten had me thinking you were already someone’s property.  But since you’re not…” Kimberly stood up in the hot tub and moved over to the other side, straddling Yvette’s lap and wrapping both arms around her back, gripping the tight feline ass with her petite hands.  Yvette squeaked out a quiet mew before Kim kissed her suddenly and roughly, the slender, long tongue darting around inside her maw.  


“MMPH!”  Yvette exclaimed but didn’t resist.  She’ was starting to get accustomed to being touched and kissed without warning and without permission.  She sat back and let Kimberly touch her how she wished, shivering from giving up control.  She purred as Kim’s hands massaged and squeezed her ass; still a little sore from last night’s training.  


Kimberly churred and pulled away, her hands sliding back up Yvette’s back, her nails combing through her fur.  “You’re such a naughty kitten, then.  But at least I know I was right.  So… It’s later.  Why don’t we go back to my room now?”  She pecked gently, nibbling along Yvette’s neck as her hands explored over her soft, large breasts.  


Yvette only nodded, jumping lightly as she felt her nipples being pinched between the slender avian fingers.  Her arms wrapped around Kimberly’s back and held her slightly, moving down to give the bird’s ass a playful squeeze.  She felt sharp pinches to both of her nipples making her mewl loudly before catching herself and snapping her maw shut as Kim nuzzled against her ear.  “I don’t think I gave you permission to touch yet…”  She twisted her nipples slowly but firmly building up the pain.  “Say you’re sorry and we can go…”  


“I-I’m sorry, Kim!”  She said quietly, embarrassed to be doing something like this in public.  “Can we pl-please just go to your room?”  She blushed brightly as she asked and turned her head away.  


Kim smiled and released her nipples, licking up her cream-furred cheek before scooting back and getting off of her lap.  “Come on pussy, don’t lag behind.”  She got out and wrapped her towel around herself, grabbed her fanny pack, and started walking down the steps from the hot tub, leading out of the Solarium.  


Yvette watched her, blushing hard as the petite woman strode confident and dominant.  Then she stopped and looked back over her shoulder sternly, snapping her fingers and pointing at the ground beside her.  Yvette quickly got up and wrapped her towel around her, bounding to Kimberly’s side.  Kimberly smiled and smacked her ass loud and rough, making more than a few people turn their head from the sudden loud smack.  Yvette blushed hard but didn’t pull away, instead she held her towel around her as Kimberly groped and squeezed her ass, leading her out the door and to her room.  




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No matter how different they were, Anne and Kimberly had a lot in common in bed.  The night had begun with a lot of fingering, licking, letting Yvette know who was in charge.   The main difference, however, was their style.  While Anne favored physical restraint(due in no small part to her immense size), Kimberly preferred verbal restraints.  Where Anne liked to user her small compliment of toys, Kimberly was more… hands-on, much, much more hands on.  


It had taken the better part of an hour, but Kimberly’s slender hand was up to the wrist inside Yvette’s warm, slick, tender hole.  Yvette was under orders not to claw the bed, not to break her pose, not to cry out, and not to cum without permission.  Her pose was one of the most lewd she’d ever been asked for, and difficult for her toned frame to contort into.  Her legs were back, pressed against her shoulders, her breasts squeezed between her legs as her arms held her thighs back, her fingers locked together, and her toes curling and clawing at the air as she was stretched and teased from the inside by Kimberly’s experienced fingers.  


“Ki-mm!-Kim… B-be gentle… I’m not th-Ah!-that stretchy!”  She fought to keep her tail down and out of the way, not wanting to be punished.  


“You seem pretty stretchy to me…”  Kimberly cooed as she pulled her hand out to the fingertips, spreading them as much as she could, which wasn’t too far, but more than Yvette ever expected.  Kimberly’s hands were too small to hurt, barely larger than Anne’s equine toy, but the feeling of her slender, flexible digits exploring inside her kept her constantly on edge.  She finally withdrew her hand and held it up, showing it glistening in the dull silver light coming in through the windows.  


“Now… Have you ever played with this hole, my precious little pussy...  cat?”  Kimberly slid two fingers down from Yvette’s slit to her tailhole, still sensitive, and still stretched from last night and last morning with Anne. 


“Yes… A-Anne insisted on i-AAAH!”  At the mere mention of Anne’s name, Kimberly sunk three fingers deep into Yvette’s ass and pinched her clit in the tip of her beak, making her jolt in pleasure-pain, her legs tensing and jutting out on either side of Kimberly’s head, clawing at the air behind her.


[i]Fucking bitch got there first...[/i]  She stretched her fingers wide, testing to see the limit that Anne had stopped in stretching her ass, ignoring her screams and whimpers as she pushed the limits of her anal training.  “You disobeyed me, pussy… you broke position and you yelled out...Now you’ll be punished, do you understand?”  


“Y-YES!  P-p-please just stop!”  She clawed at the bed under her as her feetclaws kneaded the air.  In spite of herself, as much as she yelled and screamed for Kimberly to stop, she never said the safe word, the one word they agreed on to mean stop under any circumstance.  She gasped as the intrusion was suddenly gone, leaving her pucker stretched for a moment before slowly tightening back up.  


“Roll over…”  Kimberly cooed gently but her eyes betrayed a sadistic streak that made Yvette tingle.  Her tailfeathers fanned and shuffled behind her as she slipped her fingers into her slick, dripping folds, fingering herself as she watched the cheetah bend to her will.  


Yvette slowly did as she was told and rolled onto her hands and knees.  “Like this?”  She said quietly, without looking back.  


“Put your hands back between your legs, reach as far back as you can.”  Kimberly said as she stroked over her lips to get her hand nice and slick in her warm nectar.  


Yvette nodded and slid her hands back slowly, palms-up until they were down at her knees.  “Is this okay?”  


“Arch your back down, and reach a little more.”  Kimberly licked up her back slowly, nibbling at it with her narrow beak.  Yvette reached back as far as she could and pushed her belly down toward the bed as much as she could and strained her arms to get just a little further.  “Good little pussycat…” Kimberly combed through Yvette’s sweat-slicked hair, the gel having washed out of it by now.  Her other slender fingers teased around Yvette’s tailhole again, the four tips pressed together to find their way inside her newly-trained tailhole.  





“W-what are you doing, Kim?”  Yvette tried to look back but was stopped by a sudden tug to her hair, forcing her face into the pillows.  She gasped as Kimberly began to push more firmly, getting up to the second knuckles, gently twisting and taking her time to ease into the feline sub.  Yvette growled into the pillows and clawed at the bed beneath her as she felt herself stretching across the width of Kimberly’s palm, stopping at the web of her outstretched thumb.  


“That’s a good kitty.  Now stay still, this will only hurt for a few seconds.”  Kimberly cooed as she pulled her hand back, just far enough to fold her thumb down into her palm and push hard, forcing her slender fist into Yvette’s inexperienced hole.  


“AAAH-REEEEEOOOW!”  Yvette roared as she was stretched wider than she ever had been.  She felt her body tighten around Kimberly’s wrist and mewled, whimpered, and wiggled as her body was wracked by the huge intrusion.  “KI-KIMBERLY!  St-stop, please!”  She pleaded as she arched her back, her mind getting hazy from the full sensation, the dull pain, and the throbbing pleasure. 


“Such a good kitten… Just take your punishment like a good pussy and you can have a reward.”  Kimberly nipped up and down Yvette’s spine as her fingers wiggled inside the feline’s hot, velvety tunnel.  She pushed slowly in, holding her wing feathers in against her arm to keep them from hurting her as they popped in and out of her rump, the thickening of her arms stretching the feline even more. 


Yvette’s sharp teeth tore into the pillow as she fought the urge to yell out, or roar, or beg Kimberly to stop again.  The fist inside her was barely bigger than the toy that Anne had used, but something real and warm had a completely different feel to it.  She felt more full somehow, and it was impossible to escape that someone had complete control over her body, a part of someone was buried deep inside of her.


Yvette’s tail wrapped around Kimberly’s arm on its own, its owner too distracted to have done it herself.  Kimberly smiled at that, knowing her new little plaything was getting more and more accustomed to her [i]punishment[/i].  She gently wrapped her fingers into a fist, folding her thumb into the center of it, and began to slowly pump the tight, toned rump.  Yvette could feel her insides pushed around by the large intrusion and gasped deeply, feeling like all the air was being pushed out of her.  






July 11th, Day 6


[center][i]I’VE BEEN UP AND DOWN AND OUT
I’VE BEEN STRUNG OUT LIKE A DOG


I WALK THE YARD AND I RUN MY MOUTH
BEEN ON THAT SHORT END FOR TOO LONG
IF YOU’RE GONNA BE DUMB YOU GOTTA BE TOUGH
WHEN YOU GET KNOCKED DOWN YOU GOTTA GET BACK UP
THAT’S THE WAY IT IS IN LIFE AND LOVE
IF YOU’RE GONNA BE DUMB YOU GOTTA BE TOUGH[/i][/center]


Anne smacked around on her nightstand for her phone, grumbling to herself with her pillow hugged tight to her head.  She was more than a little hung over.  Having been forced to go to bed without her feline companion she decided to take an old friend with her, Mr. Jim Beam.  Well, she brought two old friends, Jim Beam AND that purple dildo with the soft prickly spikes around the tip.  


Finally her paw slammed down and answered the phone, pulling it under the pillow with her and putting it against her ear.  “What the fuck do you want, pup?  Do you know what time it is in the pacific?  ...the fuck are you talking about, Doug?  I left you in charge for a reason!  You’re the one person that I trust with my business!  …Yeah you did but that doesn’t… Listen, that’s MY place, you don’t tell ME-... Goddamnit… do what you want.  Have a great FUCKING time, just don’t you dare call me back.  I’ll see you when we all get back.”  She hung up and threw the phone as hard as she could, leaving a dent in the wall and the dust cover, battery, and main body flying in all directions.  She pulled the pillow off of her head and pulled the alarm clock over to her.  [i]Everyone can just fuck off today…[/i] She set the alarm for 9:30am, leaving only enough for a fast shower and a bite to eat.  She laid back in bed and looked over at the nightstand.  


The horse toy was sitting up, untouched.  She’d passed out before she had a chance to use it.  The rope was sitting in a neat bundle as well.  The bottle of Jacob’s Ghost was around two thirds of the way empty, and only then she realized she was sitting on her favorite toy, still buried deep inside her.  She didn’t care enough to pull it out, and just grabbed the bottle and gave it a sniff before turning it up opening her throat, pouring the white whiskey down her throat until nothing was left.  She spit the bottle out onto the floor and it clanked dully on the carpet as she fell back onto the bed and buried herself in the pillows and covers again, just wanting everyone and everything to go away for awhile.  




BREAK




Yvette slipped out of Kimberly’s bed as quietly as she could, her entire body feeling sore and used.  A big part of her enjoyed giving herself over to someone for their pleasure, but she couldn’t exactly see the appeal of being left loose and used for no real reason.  She slipped her clothes on quickly and quietly, then slipped out of the door and gingerly shut it behind her, hoping to leave the hummingbird sleeping.  She pulled her phone out as she walked to her and Janine’s room, hoping to get a shower before breakfast and maybe a fresh set of clothes.  


The keyboard clicked on her phone as she texted Janine.  The last few days had been… abnormally eventful for her.  Between Anne and Kimberly her boundaries had been pushed hard and far, she’d found a lot of new things about herself and needed someone to talk to, if for no other reason than to hear her thoughts out loud. 


“[b]Me:[/b] Hey, where are you getting breakfast this morning?  Want to get something together?
Sent: July 11”


She struggled to hide her limp as she walked down the hallway.  Her whole body was sore, especially her stretched, abused holes.  She could feel the void inside her from Kimberly’s stretching, and her… inventive use of beak.  The more she thought about it the more she could feel Anne’s ropes and hear her deep, growling voice in her ear, the kind that commanded her obedience.  She shivered and shook her head slightly, trying to change her train of thought quickly.  She just needed to relax now, take a hot shower, get some breakfast, and clear her head with Janine.  


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Yvette quickly dried herself off as she stepped out of the shower, throwing the towel into the hamper and moving straight to the mirror to gel her hair up into her fauxhawk.  It let her have reasonably long hair that made her family happy for formal occasions, but she could put it up as she liked whenever she was on her own.  She pulled back her lips into a weird snarl and looked at her teeth, stuck out her tongue and looked it over, then huffed into her palm and sniffed it again, hissing lightly and snarling to herself before grabbing up her toothpaste and brush.  


After brushing her teeth she slipped her bikini on and pulled her cover-up over it.  It was multicolored, green, red, blue, orange, yellow, and white, with many different patterns that all somehow worked together.  It was sheer, showing her curves well, but kept her still fairly well covered.  She hurried out, picking up her phone and checking it again to be sure where Janine was waiting for her.  





“[b]Janine:[/b] I’m sitting in the Windjammer, hun.  And sure, I’ll wait on you.
Sent: July 11”


Yvette thumbed out a message as she walked out, pushing her security card into the waist of her bikini and jogged lightly to the front of the ship.  


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The bay roan snowflake appaloosa sat at the table reading one of her psychology journals, her legs crossed and a red drink in front of her; half-empty and full of crushed ice with a sprig of mint and an umbrella in it.  She was wearing a salmon-colored, collared, sleeveless, button-up dress with small ruffles on the front and a cute bowed ribbon for a belt.  It was fairly long, about halfway down her calf, and it hid her bulge well.  Her nails were painted a pretty shade of pink to match her dress, and her hooves had a clearcoat to give them a clean, healthy sheen underneath the silky black fur that hung from her ankles.  





She jumped as she felt Yvette’s paw squeeze her shoulder, almost dropping her book. “Hey!”  She sat across from Janine, putting down a very light plate from the salad bar and a water.  “Sorry, did I interrupt something interesting?”


“Eh, nothing that I can’t pick up later.”   She smiled and sat up straight, taking a sip of her drink.  “So what did you want to talk about?”  Her tail flickered behind her as Yvette flinched a little, suddenly remembering what it was she’d wanted to talk about.  


“Um… It’s complicated. On second thought I don’t know if it’s breakfast conversation…”  She chewed on some greens, averting her eyes evasively.  


“It can’t be that complicated.  Come on,  you know you can always talk to me.”  


“Okay…”  Yvette sighed and sat up, wiping her face with her paws.  “So I met these two girls…”  Janine raised an eyebrow, now very curious about what her feline friend was upset about.  “So… There’s Anne.  She’s a bear, personal trainer, semi famous person… Well we met during my workout the other morning and we hit it off, kind of.  I couldn’t help but check her out a  little, she was the only other person in the gym and she’s HUGE!  But… yeah… So the night before last this other girl, Kimberly was hitting on me, had been all day, and I was about to go back to her room with her, but then Anne showed up and… well…. she basically dragged me back to her room, and we made out a lot, and we… did… more stuff… and she tied me up and we did even MORE stuff…”  


Janine sat, fighting the urge to drop her jaw.  She was used to hearing some… risque stories, but not particularly from Yvette.  Her eyes slightly betrayed a small smile, but she held back to be sure this wasn’t more serious than it sounded.  


“Well after we took a shower together yesterday morning I tried to go about my business but the other girl kept showing up everywhere.  She’s a little hummingbird, Kimberly.  Anyway I confronted her later, and found out she thought I was Anne’s PET.  Can you believe that?  She thought I was someone’s pet.”


“Mhmm…”  Janine nodded.  


“So anyway she convinced me to go to her room too and well… she was really dominant too, but in a different way.  Anne was very overpowering: she didn’t need to tell me what to do, she could just make me do it.  Kimberly… She TOLD me.  And I had to obey.  If I didn’t there was punishment… but it wasn’t really… I don’t know.  That’s what’s bothering me.”  Yvette looked at Janine for an answer, even though she hadn’t actually asked a question yet.  


“Um… Why is it bothering you?”  Janine asked, trying to get to the point of this story.  


“I enjoyed it… A LOT.  Letting a woman have complete control… Make me do what they want… Use me…  I’m some kind of freak, aren’t I?”  Yvette roughed her hair anxiously before pushing it back into its shape.  


“Well… You’re certainly freakier than I thought you were, ‘Vette.”  Janine giggled and sat up, sipping her drink again.  


“It’s not funny!”  She growled quietly huffing her shoulders.  


“Okay, okay, you’re right.  I’m sorry.”  Janine stifled her giggles and sat forward, trying to put a serious face on.  “So, what bothers you about it exactly?”  


“I don’t know.  That’s the thing.  Like… I guess the whole thing.  I’m spending my nights going back and forth between two WOMEN who are basically strangers, who tie me up and make me do things I wouldn’t even THINK of doing on my own, who belittle me and dominate me, who I’m fairly sure are competing over me between each other also.   I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it, just… I was always the girl that wanted a picket fence and a couple of kids.  I want to be the woman in an apron cooking breakfast and driving my kids to footie practice and have dinner ready for my… whatever… when they get home.”  She took a minute to think about that last part, the complication of having a [i]white picket fence[/i] life with another woman not at all lost on her.


“Well…  First and foremost, I’ll just say that if you like it, do it.  Have fun, but just be safe.  It can get out of hand very quickly and lead some very dark places that you may never get back from.”  Yvette’s stomach sank like a child being chided.  “As your friend though, I have to ask you.  How much does this have to do with Derek and Samantha?  I mean, you had your eyes on this guy forever, and just as you’re about to make your move he gets caught up with a cute, younger girl?  Have you considered that you may be punishing yourself for not following through with him when you had the chance?”


Yvette shook her head, not wanting to admit to the thought that had been nagging at her for days.  “But I… Well I always thought about doing this kind of stuff to Derek… Like Anne and Kim are doing to me.  I wanted to make him obey me, bend to my will… Carry me around…”  She shifted her eyes at the last bit, her ears turning rosy as she admitted to some of her more intimate fantasies.  “I kicked myself for missing my chance with Derek… I still am kicking myself.  But I don’t think this is that.”  


Janine nodded and sat back, sighing and sipping her drink again.  “Well… if you’re sure.  So!  Want to hear what I’ve been upto the last couple of days?”


Yvette’s ears perked up and she remembered her salad, forking some greens and a cherry tomato.  “Sure.”  


“Okay so you remember me telling you about Scott?  Well we have a date set up on the island in a couple of days.  OH!  And Joel rescued this little otter girl that tried to jump off the side-”




BREAK




Freddie sat in the Viking, waiting on Dennis to need a wingman again.  He hadn’t seen or heard from the Fargos since yesterday.  And he’d never gotten to see Sisy in her dress.  He knew that it wasn’t normal to get so attached to people this soon, especially not in this kind of setting, where you know you’ll never see the people you meet here again. It’s like making friends at summer camp, telling yourself you’ll send letters, you’ll write, you’ll call, you’ll keep in touch, but you know it’s a lie, and that those friendships will end the moment the trip’s over, never to return, only to be replaced next year.  Freddie wasn’t the most fun kid at summer camp.  






July 12th, Day 7
Day of Landing on Lahaina, Maui




Anne had spent the better part of the 11th drunk or getting there, ordering up as quick as they’d let her, which was as quick as she could drink them.  She had had enough practice working through it, and made it through the day’s classes easy enough.  It required little work keeping her students in line, especially since she had Freddie and Dennis to pick up the slack.  The night went by quickly enough, she didn’t even bother to shower, just plopped herself in bed and drank herself asleep.  


When she got home, the only thing left to do was let the bank foreclose the gym and liquidate what little assets she had left.  She was a failure, a washout.  The business her father had spent his life on was dead, the business [i]SHE[/i] had worked, sweated, and bled for every day of her life.  She had been working ever since she was old enough for her first weight bench, since she had finally convinced her father it was worth training a girl, since she graduated Boot Camp top of the class at Paris Island, at ITC, and at MSOT, since going on to receive Silver Star and several Purple Hearts, and received an Honorable Discharge, [i]EVERYTHING[/i] she had [i]EVER[/i] done had gotten everything she had and more, and it was amounting to nothing now.  It was like competing again.  It didn’t matter that she was the best, she was the best at something no one cared about and her passion alone couldn’t keep the doors open and the lights on.


She woke on the 12th late. Having only thirty minutes for a quick shower and no breakfast, just the coffee she brewed while in the shower.  Her eyes were slightly bloodshot and her breath held onto the smell of whiskey in spite of her mouthwash gargling and coffee chugging.  Not that any of it mattered.  No one showed up for the morning seminar, not on the day of landing on fucking Maui. 


Dennis was dicking around, trying to talk Freddie into some of his manwhoring bulshit instead of working out or doing work.  She gave up on the class for the day and walked to the treadmills, starting one up at a slow steady walk.  “Hey guys!  Go do whatever it is Dennis’ trying to talk you into!  No one’s coming today!”  


They turned to look at her start her own work out, then looked back at each other.  Freddie turned back and walked over to her.  “Are you sure, bosslady?  We don’t mind hanging out a while longer.”  


“Just… get the fuck out.  You guys don’t want to work and you’re pissing me off.  Just go do tourist shit and have fun with the other tourists.”  Anne growled as she talked, turning the treadmill up steadily as she picked up her pace.  


“U-oh… okay.”  Freddie turned around and started back to Dennis.  “Let’s go, man.”  He grabbed the bat’s shoulder and pulled him out, leaving Anne to stomp out a jog on the treadmill.  


Anne jogged briskly for over an hour, intending not to destroy her legs like she had last time.  She couldn’t shake the angry, anxious feeling that kept nagging at the back of her head.  Her stomach was turned constantly, she had that nagging at the back of her head and the chill going up and down her spine, the dry mouth and the throbbing headache that comes with anxiety.  She quit trying to run it off and moved to the heavy bag, thinking maybe she could beat it away.  


She could deal with being angry, she always had.  Go for a run, beat on a heavy bag, anything, it was almost easy.  But for a while now, since she’d been forced to take out the first few loans, she’d been unable to shake this feeling.  Her confidence was being sapped from her, only able to hold up her old image with bravado and hot air.  As well as she hid it, she felt angry and sick all the time and the ways she had developed to deal with it over the years weren’t working anymore.  


There was a loud pop, followed by a roaring “FUCK!” from the bear as her diverted attention let her limp-wrist the bag, popping it in a painful but mostly just frustrating way.  She stood straight and threw her head back, breathing deeply in through her nose, and releasing it slowly through her mouth.  [i]One… Two… Three…. Four… Five… Six… [/i]  She stood there for almost a minute straight, breathing slow and deep and long, composing herself slowly.  “Okay… I’m going to go steam.”  She turned on her heels and started to the back of the gym area, towards the spa.  


She grabbed a complimentary towel from the girl watching the steam rooms and headed into the back.  She stripped and put her clothes on an open shelf beside the room, presumably for that purpose.  She wrapped her towel around her lazily and pushed her phone into the top of it before heading in and stopping at the door to set the time and the temperature.  She liked long, hot steams, especially when trying to sweat out a hangover.  She walked in and sat down in a corner across from the door as the room steadily heated up and filled with more steam.  


She leant back and relaxed, dropping her head back against the corner and laying her arms down at her sides.  She stretched out her legs, tensing and relaxing her muscles and curling and relaxing her toes.  She relaxed and slumped against the bench, growling a little as she felt the steam seeping deep into her fur and caressing her flesh.  A bead of sweat rolled down the center of her brand, tracing from the eagle’s head down the globe, tickling the fresh fur that was starting to grow.  She moved her paw up to her shoulder and rubbed it before tracing the roughed outline with her claw.  [i]I need to have this rebranded… Maybe I should get it filled in, too...[/i]  


She snarled a little and sat up, pulling her phone out from between her breasts and untying her towel, wadding it up beside her and nestling her waterproof phone on top of it.  She’d gotten into the habit a long time ago of keeping her cell phone with her at all times.  When she was starting out, missing even the little local fights could set her back months and half of them were scheduled the day before or sooner.  When business at the gym was better she’d be answering the phone 24/7.  She was the female Greg Jackson(although she didn’t think he was all everyone else had him cracked up to be), and fighters in every time zone on Earth would call her wanting to break into American MMA.  Now it just sat there, staring at her, glaring at her, daring her to pull up her bank statements again or the property values in her area.


She laid back again, putting her arms over the back of the bench and spreading her legs, stretching out and trying to ignore the nag in the back of her head.  She growled again and opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling with a frustrated and almost bored glare.  She dropped her head down and looked at her phone again, staring at it intently as she considered her options.  Her black lips curled back into a toothy half smile and she grabbed the phone up quickly, unlocking it and dialing up her little playmate’s phone number.  


“[b]Me:[/b] Pussy.  Come to steamroom 3 in the spa.  
Sent: July 12”


“[b]pussy:[/b]  Mama bear?  When did you get my number?
Received: July 12”


“[b]Me:[/b]  I put it in your phone while you were passed out.  15 minutes.
Sent: July 12”


“[b]pussy:[/b]  But… Okay, mama bear.  I’ll be there as soon as i can be
Received: July12”


Anne turned her phone off and buried it in her towel, laying back and lounging against the corner getting ready for the cat to arrive. She lifted one foot up on the bench to spread her legs and rested her paw up on her knee, the other arm laid across the back of the bench.  She let her head fall back and breathed deep as she waited, letting the hot, humid air fill her lungs and warm her insides.  


It wasn’t even ten minutes before the cheetah poked her head in, still in her bikini.  She turned a peachy shade of red when she laid eye on Anne’s completely exposed body.  The bear’s head was still laid back, showing her neck muscles, leading down to her strong shoulders and arms.  Her C-cups almost looked small compared to the size of her frame but still filled out well.  Her stomach was toned and muscular, and her damp fur clung to her body clearly showing the shape of her muscles.  Her legs were spread, her black pussy lips glistened through her tastefully trimmed pubic fur.  


Yvette stepped in and shut the door behind her, putting her back to it nervously.  “What’s up, Anne?”  She inched sideways towards the opposite corner.  “I was at lunch with a friend…”


“Come here.”  Anne dropped her head to look at her athletic little cheetah.  “And take your bikini off.”  


Yvette visibly shivered as she received her first order of the evening.  “M-mama b-”


“Don’t question me already, pussy… I’m not in the mood today…”  Anne growled at the end at her order, her lip curling up to show her sharp, shining teeth as she remembered how angry she had been earlier in the day.  


“Y-yes, mama bear…”  Yvette turned slightly to the side and untied her top, tossing it into the corner of the bench before bending over and slipping her panties off.  She wiggled her hips as she slipped them down to her ankles and stepped out of them, tossing them into the corner with her top. 


“That’s my girl…”  Anne murred deeply, coming out a rough, rolling growl as Yvette walked shyly to her.   “Now, show me that sexy little ass again.”  Anne twirled her finger in a circle, motioning for her feline sub to twirl.  Yvette nodded and turned, standing straight as a rail with her back to Anne.  “I said show me your ass… bend over and stick your hips out.  You know how to act like a slut, don’t you?”  


Yvette’s tail swayed nervously behind her as she bit her lip and slowly bent over, reaching back one hand to grip her asscheek and spread it, showing her pucker; still raw from the abuse that Kimberly gave her the other morning, and slipped the other hand between her legs, spreading the lips of her pussy as well.  “Like this, mama bear?”  Her pussy was already starting to glisten with a mixture of the room’s steam, her sweat, and a trickle of her own arousal.  Her tailhole was still still a little stretched and red from Kimberly’s training wednesday morning.  


Anne murred and stretched out her hand to cup the cheetah’s asscheek, stroking over it and giving it a few squeezes.  “Why is your ass stretched?  We’ve barely started there...”  Anne stroked over Yvette’s tailhole with her thumb before hooking her dull claw inside and stretching it roughly.  


“Ahh!  M-Mama bear!” Yvette yelled as her tailhole was stretched, her claws digging into her own ass as she tensed.  “K-Kimberly... The bird from the other day-ree-OW!”  Yvette roared loudly as Anne forced her finger inside the feline’s abused picker, hooking and tugging the red ring roughly.  “S-she used her whole hand!  I-I couldn’t stop her!  P-please stop, mama bear!”  Yvette panted and whined out moans as the bear’s thick, muscled finger began to pump in and out of her tailhole.  Anne’s finger was thick, but not as thick as Kimberly’s wrist, and it slipped in and out easily, the sweat and steam on her fur helping her slip in more easily.  


“You took that little dyke’s whole fist, didn’t you?  A few fingers shouldn’t be much then.”  Anne slipped another finger into Yvette’s tailhole, barely stretching it as she fingered slowly, twisting her fingers inside the velvety tunnel.  


“Aah!  M-mama bear! D-don’t!  You’re too bi-MMmmreow!”  Yvette yeowled deeply as the other two of Yvette’s fingers plunged into her spread pussy quickly and without warning.  The stimulation was almost more than she could take, both of her holes being abused by the bear’s meaty fingers, the dulled claws and rough pads tickling her insides unbearably.  Her legs buckled under her, her knees shaking as she struggled to keep on her feet.  She bit her lips, trying to hold in the moans and yells that threatened to get them caught.  She could feel the bear’s pace speeding up, getting faster and faster, and rougher and rougher, eventually moving her hands to her knees to better brace against the assault of pleasure.  


Anne smiled a triumphant smile as the cheetah’s hips bucked against her firmly held paw.  The feline’s eyes shut like vices and her lip bit tightly between her canines, almost drawing blood.  Her claws dug into her knees as she rocked her hips back and forth on the thick digits and wet, slurping, sucking noises filled the room before finally Anne spoke up.  “Goddamn, you’re a little whore.”  The cheetah’s eyes shot open and she looked back, locking eyes with Anne.  “Riding my paw like this after complaining about how sore you are?  How much it hurt?  You like the hurt, don’t you?”  Yvette stopped her thrusting as a hot pink blush spreading across her cheeks(both sets of them).  Anne slipped a finger out from Yvette’s dripping folds and into her tailhole along with the other two, stretching her as much or more than Kimberly’s fisting had.  The feline sub hissed loudly at the pain, both of her holes clenched down tightly as a drop of blood trickled from her lip.  “I won’t do something as stupid as trying to fist this fine little ass… not going to break you yet… but I’ll be damned if I let that chicken be the one to set your limits… bear with it and you’ll get a reward…”  Anne began pumping again, pushing a little more with each slow, deliberate thrust.  

“C-call me names again... Please… A-and… Spank me… please…”  Yvette fought to say what she had, the begging and pleading for something so degrading going against her every instinct.  


The corners of Anne’s lips curled up and she opened her maw, licking her black lips as she sat forward, wrapping her lips around Yvette’s asscheek and sucking a bit of the taut flesh into her maw.  Yvette purred and pushed her ass back against Anne’s face, the sensation distracting her momentarily from the throbbing, stretching pain in her ass.  She mewled out loudly and suddenly as Anne’s teeth dug into the soft, sensitive meat, the sharp pain sending electric shocks through her, making her legs buckle and shake again.  “M-MAMA BEAR!”  She stayed as still as she could, afraid to put anymore pull on the pained part.


Anne gave another rough tug before letting go, licking over the red, lightly bleeding mark on the cheetah’s rump.  “You’re absolutely delicious… and look.  You took it all.”  Anne smiled again and licked up Yvette’s tail as the feline turned her head around as best she could but was still unable to see.  “Oh, that’s right.  You can’t exactly see from that angle can you?  Well here, feel it.”  She felt movement inside her and trembled, as four distinct digits wiggled inside her, and a thumb pressed tightly against the base of her tail.  “You’re stretchier than I thought you’d be, pussy.  I think this is as far as we’ll go for this hole.  Don’t want you to get loose and useless, after all.”  


Anne withdrew her fingers suddenly, quickly, eliciting a gasp from Yvette as her legs finally gave out and let her fall to the floor.  Her whole body twitched, wracked with a deep throbbing tingle of pleasure.  The sudden withdrawal triggering an orgasm that had been building for more than 20 minutes.  She panted and laid on her side, her chest heaving and her pussy dripping down her thighs as Anne stood up and draped her towel over her shoulder, holding her phone in the other hand.  “Get up.  Let’s go back to my room so you can have your reward.”  She stepped over the helpless cheetah and left her there alone, leaving the door open so she could see from the corner of her eye the bear drying on a fresh towel and putting her clothes back on.  Yvette could barely feel her legs now, but she pushed herself up.  She didn’t have to obey.  She never had.  


Aside from the time in the bar, where the bear had practically carried her off over her shoulder, Anne had only given orders.  It was Yvette’s desire to obey that had let all of this go this far.  As she stumbled to her knees she knew that she was locked in the middle of these two women, her throbbing, stretched rump was proof enough of that.  And she knew that both wanted her, not as a mate or a companion, but as property.  They wanted her as a pet to use and occasionally reward when they saw fit, to mark as their own in whatever way they felt like, to keep or to share with whomever they pleased… And she could walk away whenever she wanted to… but she didn’t want to.  She got to her feet as soon as feeling would allow her, barely able to keep legs under her as they wobbled sleepily.  She could feel herself dripping down the insides of her legs as she stepped out of the steam room and into the cold hallway, following Anne.




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[center][i]I'm just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the part, I'm playin'
Paid for every dance, sellin' each romance
Ooh, what they're sayin'
There will come a day and youth will pass away
What'll they say about me?
When the end comes I know they'll say just a gigolo
Life goes on witho- [/i][/center]


Freddie tumbled to the floor, his swim trunks around his knees as he instinctively grabbed for his ringing phone.  He crawled up the bed, his legs bound up in the nylon and polyester.  “Friggin…”  He finally made it up onto the bed and grabbed his phone off of his pillow.  He sat on the edge of his bed, kicking his legs trying to free his legs from the inexplicably fettering shorts as he unlocked the phone and checked his message.  


[b]Dennis:[/b] hai dood, not gona be hanginout today, found this big red gothy wolfcat chick that’s totally digging the wingssssssss!  ttyt burdood
July 12[i]


“Damnit Dennis…”  Freddie tossed his phone at the cushioned headboard, letting it bounce off and land back on the pillows as he laid down and released a frustrated sigh.  [i]Okay… so what am I going to do today…?[/i]  So far Freddie’s day had been boring.  Lunch was fairly long and alone, the classes were falling into the same routine that they did back home with the same people, and he’d actually been looking forward to dicking around with Dennis even if it was mostly just bulshitting and trying to get Dennis girls.  


[i]I could text Layla…[/i]  Even though he wasn’t sure he wanted it, she had left her number in his phone and he had kept it.  He felt disgusted with himself for considering that and put it out of his mind.  He sat up and pulled his trunks up. [i]I’ve gotta get off of this fucking ship.[/i]  He grabbed one of his hoodies and slipped it on quickly, only grabbing the keycard to his room and his wallet, hurrying out, leaving his phone behind.  


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Freddie spent the last hour walking, exploring a little deeper into the island.  Usually places like this will have a lot of street vendors and food trucks to feed the locals that work in the tourist traps.  They can be a little hard to find, but the food is usually much better than what you’ll get at “Ray’s Tiki Shack” or whatever half-assed gimmick restaurant that was within eyeshot of the dock.  


Freddie had started out at an alright hot dog place that had a couple of good dogs but nothing outstanding.  It was a little too tourist-y for his taste, too.  There had been a couple of taco trucks, and one nice beachside stall that sold fried SPAM sandwiches with a special sauce and coleslaw.  A local had steered him towards this actual Hawaiian-food truck called Nobu that was set up in the parking lot of a NAPA, of all places.  They pointed him in the direction and told him he couldn’t miss it, and he had nothing better to do, so the quest was on.  


A few miles later he finally set eyes on the backend of a hot pink truck.  A propane tank sitting in a bread box barely resting on the back, the small blue canopy over the window and the plastic wheelcovers shared a similar shade of algae, and the menu with its sparse 6 items was faded.  Everything was clean though, and the smells coming from the extended roof’s windows would drive you crazy.  


Freddie jogged to the truck, his stomach starting to growl again in spite of what must have been a pound or two of hot dogs and tacos he’d had in the last hour and half.  


“Weh di go-aan!?”  A somewhat deep, but feminine sounding voice, somewhat like an African Lauren Bacall, hollered across the parking lot.  A light brownish-grey bat was sitting on the back of a rusty rental jeep.  Her hair was black and tied in a french braid down the back, with pretty banks framing her face, kept in place by a yellow flower pin.  Her ears weren’t as large as most bats, but were noticeable, though shapely.  Her eyes were golden and large, turned down to her styrofoam plate as she ate.  Her muzzle was long and broad, with a large nose with flared open nostrils.  


“Huh?”  Freddie looked around, finding her as he slowed to a stop a few steps before making it to the truck.  She looked… exotic. As she was bent down to eat her food he could see a simple gold necklace dangling from her neck, where it had been hidden in her chestfur before.  She had on a yellow bikini top and a loose wrap around her waist, stopping right at her knees. 


“Mainz da las plait.  Ih di close.”  She speared an onion with her plastic fork and twirled a forkfull of noodles ungracefully before having another mouthful.  


“Uh… Okay…”  Freddie walked to the side of the food truck since he could only half-understand what the woman was saying, and it still looked open, at least.  A cream colored martin with a bright white-furred head stood in a pink tshirt and an old, stained-but-clean apron.  Freddie’s heart and stomach sank as he saw the man spraying green liquid onto his grill and going at it with steel wool.  The martin was busy at work,  “Umm… I guess you’re closed now?”


“Ah, yeah, yeah, all out for today.  I’ll be open again tomorrow.”  The martin kept working on the grill, not turning to look Freddie in the face.  


“There’s nothing like, left over I could take off your hands?”  Freddie said desperately, leaned against the window. 


“Bignose bat got last one.  Took everything I had left in big plate.”  


“Oh… Well, alright then.”  He backed off the truck and turned back to the parking lot, trying to get his bearings.  Supposedly if he followed Highway 30 North for a little while there’d be some kind of crazy good ice cream shop.  Maybe if I take the updrafts off the highway I could fly the whole way there…  He thought as he walked back towards the street.  


“Ey Bwai!”  The bat hollered at him again.  “Where ju gwan?”


“Uh…  He’s out, so I was gonna go explore some more before curfew.”  


She held out the styrofoam plate, pointing at it with her fork.   “K’mere bird!”


He cocked his head slightly, by reflex, to look curiously at her.  She motioned at her plate again and he shrugged, walking over to her.    She smiled and scooted over to one side of the tailgate, patting it with her wing  “Sit, sit.”  She watched as he sat down and held the plate in front of him, pushing the fork at him.  “It’s gud!”  


He took the plate awkwardly and smiled politely, nodding and pretending he had the vaguest idea of what was going on.  “Thanks?  Umm… I’m, uh… I’m Freddie.  What’s your name?”  He tore off a hunk of the hamburger steak with the fork and examined it, finding a few spices and seasonings before biting into it.  


“Mi naym da Janeeza!  Mek ah tel yu sumting?”  She watched him eat, her legs swinging under her as she stretched out her wings behind her.  


“MMmm….”  He moaned quietly, nodding as he tasted the simple but effective steak.  


Janeeza took his nodding as an affirmative and stood up, turning on her heels to face him.  “Yu a proppah like a snappah, bwai!  Weh yu di do bai ya lonesome? Yu da scrapist?  Ow much pikni yu got?  OOOooooh!  ICKY DE BOLLA!?”  She giggled as he ate, watching him nod at her acknowledgingly.  


Is that Anise?  And… Soy sauce?  No, that’s fish sauce…  He sat in his own little world, absorbing every morsel of the chicken, ground steak, and macaroni salad.  As he nodded his approval to foggy-sounding questions in a language he couldn’t completely cipher out, he built recipes in his head, making educated guesses as to what was in the food he was eating.  


She smirked knowing she was being ignored, and walked up to him, grabbing his beak and moving his head around to examine the still-fresh carvings.  “Los Eternos... Los Gemelos... Boinayel... El Búho... Y el océano. Usted está Taíno? Usted es puertorriqueña?”  


“Uhh…”  Freddie looked at her, his eyebrows raised curiously.  He tried to shake his head loose, his hands full and unable to push hers off.  “Uhh ... Sí. Hay algo mal con los puertorriqueños?”  


“Haha, por supuesto que no! Pero finalmente me te hablo!”  Janeeza patted his beak and let him go, roughing his headfeathers.  “Usted habla Inglés Americano?”


“Yeah, um, that’d be nice, actually.”  He straightened his feathers back down and sat down the plate, satisfied that he’d figured out what was so special about this particular meal.  “So yeah, I guess I’ll be going then…”  He jumped down off of the tailgate and patted the dust off of the seat of his pants.  


“Right!  Going to go explore some before your ‘curfew,’ right?”  She made air quotes as she spoke with a near-perfect American accent.  “I did not know they had a curfew on these islands.”  She picked up the food and shut the tailgate, starting to nibble on it again as she watched him.  


“Oh!  Uh, I’m on the Enchantment of the Seas.  Big honkin’ cruise ship over there.”  He pointed, with his thumb toward the general direction of the ocean even though the ship was out of eyeshot.  “They close it up at 8pm.”  


“Aaah alright.”  She reached into her bra cup and pulled out a cell phone in a white, shiny case.  “You said you were going exploring? What are you looking for?”  


“Just food,  little places.”  He walked slowly backwards to the sidewalk, facing her as they talked.  “I’m a culinary student, so I wanted to try some of the real local food.”  


She clicked at the screen of her cell phone with one hand as she walked after him, the other one holding her plate down at her side.  “What, you’re not full after that?”  She shook the box, the only sound coming from the bones and fork bouncing inside.  


“Uh… sorry about that.  You did offer, though.”  He smiled at her and stopped as he felt himself reach the sidewalk.  “Well, I guess this is it, then?”  He asked, trying to leave politely.  To his surprise she dropped the box in a bin at the end of the parking lot and walked toward him, both hands on her phone.  


“Come on.  You want to explore, right?”  She put her phone away and started walking down the street, her hips swinging and her hair swaying like a pendulum against her back.  “You know King Kamehameha?”  


“Uh… personally?”  He put his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie and walked after her, looking back to the jeep.  “No, not really.  Are you just gonna leave your jeep?”


“A comet signalled his birth, Halley's Comet to be precise.  At 14 he lifted and overturned the Naha Stone, a five-thousand plus pound giant rock, that was prophesied that the one who moved it would be the one to unite Hawaii.  He took his first kingship from overthrowing a cousin, backed by the entire rest of his family.  It’s not my jeep.  I guess the other guy must have been some kind of an asshole to get the whole family after him.  Anyway, -”  


Almost twenty minutes later they were almost to the Brick Palace, and she hadn’t stopped talking yet.  He kind of felt like he was going on an incredibly in-depth tour or receiving a hands-on lecture, but from a much more pleasant instructor than what he was used to.  As odd as her deeper toned voice was it was somewhat soothing, and her enthusiasm for it was a little infectious.  “So they bring these two fishermen in his court, right?  During a raid Kamehameha had slipped on a rock and these fisherman had bashed his brains in with a paddle; shattered the paddle, knocked him out, and they ran like bitches!  You would think he was pissed, right?  No, he was pissed at [i]himself[/i]!  Then he made Māmalahoe Kānāwai, the Law of the Broken Paddle, said that noncombatants in war couldn’t be attacked or hurt.  First written law in Hawaii!  That is awesome, isn’t it?!  And people did it!”


Freddie just nodded, looking around and enjoying the scenery of the island.  Every so often, though, he’d stop and enjoy the scenery of his guide.  She had a very firm butt and nice hips.  Her stomach was flat and fit, but had a little jiggle to it when she walked.  Her fur was shiny and healthy, and her wings were nice and velvety smooth.  Like most bats, her tail was short and slender, with only a little bit of the membrane webbing it.  Her legs were long and firm, accept for somewhat large thighs that had that perfect softness to them.  Her legs ended in the normal bat feet: maybe a little large and mostly furless with long toes for grabbing and holding onto things, although hers were smooth, well-manicured, and quite shapely. 


Janeeza stopped walking suddenly and opened her wings.  “We’re here!”  Freddie jumped and stopped just barely short of running into her from behind, suddenly realizing that he’d been staring at her for almost half the trip now.  “The Brick Palace!”  


Freddie sidestepped, not to be so directly behind her, and had a look at the famous landmark.  It was nothing but a foundation, and a small one at that.  He raised an eyebrow and walked past Janeeza to the plaque that sat nailed into a large pedestal in front of it.  “So… This was Kamehameha’s house, then?”  


“Well…  He was just kind of interested in the Western style of brick-and-mortar homes, so he had two Australians build this place.  It WAS the first Western-style building in Hawaii, though!”  She was silent for a moment, thinking.  “Probably, at least.”


“Why’d it get torn down, then?”  Freddie turned around, sitting on the pedestal.


“Well, from the sounds of it they didn’t really like the place much, they used it as a storehouse for awhile and then they tore it down.”  She shrugged.  “Want to see the cooler thing that’s right by here?”  She started walking towards the ocean and down a pier.  “So there’s this stone, down in the ocean, right?  Called the Hauola Stone. They say it looks like a big rock sofa, but I think it looks like a hand.  Anyway, it’s a holy place, a special place, that if you’re born there, on that stone, you’re royal, right?  BUT!  Let’s say your parents are the king and queen of this particular island, or area, or whatever.  If your mother DOESN’T give birth on this rock, you’re not considered royal!  How fucking trippy is that?!”  She pointed down to the rock projections, the water washing over the stone seat where the kings and queens and many other royals of Hawaiian history were born.  


Freddie followed her finger, looking out at it.  “You were right.”  


“Huh?”  Janeeza turned to look at him, facing him for the first time in awhile.  The bright white phone jutted out of her bikini top and the shimmer on it was just enough to bring his avian eyes down.  She reached up and put a finger on his beak, pushing his face up to look back at hers.  “What was I right about, birdbwai?”  


He gulped a little and turned his head, blushing under his feathers, the white around his eyes pinkening a little.  “S-sorry.  Um, you were right, earlier.  It [i]does[/i] look like a  hand.”  She smiled and turned to look back at it, nodding.  


“So Freddie, are you a drinking man?”  She pulled her phone out of her bikini and started clicking away at it again.  “There’s a pretty cool working-class bar around here that I was planning on visiting before I left.  It’s unfashionable for a lady to drink alone, so…”


“I don’t really drink much.  And I’m not the bar type, sorry.”  He turned back and started walking back to land from the pier.  “What are you doing running around Maui with a stranger anyway?”  He walked backwards down the pier as she turned to follow him, still tapping away at her phone.  “I could be some psycho tourist-killer or some shit.”  He hollered as he tripped a little on a loose board, but caught himself and turned around to walk forward the rest of the way down the pier.  


She put her phone away and laughed, stretching her wings back and popping her shoulders.  “I came up in West Africa bwai.  America couldn’t try to make men rougher or more rotten than Africa can.”  


Freddie stuffed his hands back into his front pocket and nodded acknowledgingly.  He wasn’t precisely an expert on the goings-on on the dark continent, but he knew enough to know that most of it was still the wild west, and not the best place in the world to be a woman.  He had a clue now, at least.  Her talking earlier had made him think she was Haitian or some other Caribbean.  Suddenly he felt a hard smack on his ass that made him jump and squawk before Janeeza jogged by him.  “Come on, big scary man.  There’s a nice restaurant a couple of miles down the road, and it’s between here and your ship.”  Freddie just nodded and followed her, rubbing his sore asscheek as he fell in behind her again.  


They got into the large, two-story restaurant fairly easily.  It was usually Reservation-Only but the place had had considerably large reservation no-show, leaving over 30 seats empty for the night. They were seated outside, on the second floor, under a wicker umbrella right beside the sea.  As full as it was and in spite of the family-friendly attitude, the roaring of the crowd was kept to a minimum.  They were more than able to hold a conversation without yelling and could easily hear the ocean moving underneath them.  


They ordered drinks; Freddie picked some coconut, mango, lychee, and other fruits with no alcohol, and Janeeza ordered a Cambodian Sangria( http://www.yummly.com/recipe/Cambodian-sangria-recipe-372382 ).  Freddie felt a little underdressed for the place.  Even though it was casual dining, his old, ratty workout hoodie didn’t seem up to par, especially not compared to the well put-together lady sitting across from him.  He looked out to sea as small fishing boats and day cruises started back to shore and the rested on the horizon lazily procrastinating the dusk.  


“So tell me about yourself, Freddie.”  Janeeza leaned forward on her elbows, resting her chin on the back of her intertwined fingers.   “You’re Puerto Rican but…  You don’t sound it.  Or act it very much.  You’ve been in the States awhile?  Maybe Canada?”


“Huh?”  He turned back to look at her and gulped quietly, seeing her watching him so intently.  “Uh, American.  When I was pretty young I went to Nashville to live with my tia.”


“Aaaah alright.  I was trying to figure out your accent.”  She giggled a little and sat back in her chair.  


“Heh, it’s a little weird, I guess.  Puerto Rican Spanish mixed with hillbilly English…”  He shrugged, feeling a little awkward about his accent.  “Where are you from?  Particularly, I mean?  When you were talking earlier I was thinking you were like Haitian or Caribbean.”   


She smiled and averted her gaze to the ocean, her ears twitching as she brushed her ponytail over her shoulder.  “No, nothing like that.  I’m from Belize.  You thought because I was speaking Kriol, right?”


“Right.”  


“There’s more than one Creole, bwai.”  She turned to meet their waiter and took her drink, giving Freddie a quick wink as she took the first few sips.  They were asked for their orders and they placed them politely.  They agreed on the Coconut Crusted Marlin and the Koloa Pork Ribs, with an appetizer of Kahlua Pork Lettuce Wraps.  


Freddie turned up his own clear, fizzing juice drink and sipped at it.  “So, what was it like?  I hear about a lot of rich people dropping out and moving to Belize so it can’t be all bad.”   


Janeeza sat up straight, tapping her straw on the rim of her glass as she let out a deep sigh.  “You would think that.  But like most places it’s only safe for rich people.  And if you’re not rich, you’re broke.  And if you’re broke you’re nothing but meat.  Bought, sold, stolen, burnt, ripped up, and thrown to the vultures.  Especially if you’re a girl, and even worse if you’re a pretty one.”  She stirred her drink idly as she looked out to the sea.  


Freddie nodded, awkwardly rubbing his arm as he watched her.  “I’m sorry…  I guess that’s not really dinner conversation.”  


She turned to him and smiled, waving it off before putting her straw back in her drink.  “You’re curious, and it’s fine.  I got out.  I don’t particularly mind talking about it.”  She leaned down and took a few more sips of her drink as the waiter brought their wraps.  


“Right.”  He nodded and sipped his drink, anxiously cutting his eyes to the side as he hid behind his glass. 


“So I went to school at a convent nearby.  It’s not really safe to walk to and from school so I stayed there most nights.  I learned at a young age that the only money to be made for a local in Belize is in getting things out of Belize.  I started studying shipping laws for Belize and other countries nearby, eventually knowing the entire Ivory Coast.  I started studying American law soon after, and French, Russian, Mexican, Cuban, Spanish, Greek… That’s what I do now.”  She picked up a wrap and nibbled at the lettuce.  “I facilitate the shipping of goods between nations and handle law and logistics.  You would be surprised at how much people will pay to not have to do work like that for themselves.”  


“Uh…”  Freddie looked at her a little surprised.  “Don’t get me wrong… You look kind of young to be an international businesswoman.”  He chuckled a little and took a bite out of a wrap.  


“Heh, well I started young.  And when you’re doing a job that everyone wants, it doesn’t take long to build up something good.”  She moaned a little as she took a larger bite of the wrap.  “This is amazing!”  


Freddie nodded.  “They’re really good.  And I guess that’s true.”  


“This is actually kind of nice.  So, Freddie, how do you like being my first date?”  She smirked at him as he choked a little, looking wide-eyed at her.  


“What do you mean, first date?”  He stopped and thought for a second.  “This is a date?”  


She giggled a little at him.  “Well, this is the first vacation I’ve taken since I was 15… And back home I have a little bit of a reputation.  So yeah.  My first date, in Hawaii, with a stranger, at 20-...something years old.  How do YOU feel?”  She held her drink across the table at him, mimicking a newswoman taking a sound bite at the scene of a car accident or an apartment fire.  


He leaned forward and took the straw in his beak quickly to guzzle what he could of her cocktail.  She laughed and pulled it away quickly, leaving him sitting with the straw sticking out of his beak.  “Is it that bad?”  


He smiled and gave her her straw back before taking another bite of his wrap.  “it’s not… that bad.  Feel kind of outclassed, though.”  


“How’s that?”  She put her straw back in her drink and had a few more sips.


“Well I’m… Well I guess we’re around the same age, and you’re way more accomplished.  You have this career and stuff… I don’t know.” 


“I’m sure you aren’t a complete layabout.  What are you doing with your life?  You look like the university type.”  


“Well, yeah… I’m uh… I was taking classes in Culinary Arts, remember? And I’m a Greco-Roman Wrestler.  I’ve qualified for the Regionals next year, the timeframe kind of screwed me over this year, but, yeah…”  


“Wait, you’re a wrestler?”  She giggled at him, covering her face with a wing.  “Forgive me but you don’t look like the rough-and-tumble, man-handling type.”


Freddie shrugged his shoulders as his feathers fluffed up.  “I guess I don’t look that type.”  He drank his drink again, and smirked a bit.  


“I’ll have to remember that.”  She smiled across the table at him.  “Maybe I need to start something later tonight…”  She gave him a mischievous wink before picking up her drink to sip it again.  


Freddie smiled back at her as the waiter returned with their food.  Once he had left they started eating, nibbling off of eachother’s plates to enjoy fully the meal they had ordered.  They made more small talk as the sun sank below the calmly ebbing ocean.  A rosy blush rose in the insides of her ears and on her cheeks as the warmth from the alcohol hit her.  The three and a half glasses she’d put down didn’t make her tipsy by any means, but was enough to give her a nice buzz.  


Even though he knew she wasn’t particularly impaired he still insisted on walking her home.  As much as she ensured him she could handle herself, a tourist stuck out like a sore thumb, especially one of such an exotic species, and it was already night.  She argued with him the whole way out of the restaurant and cursed under her breath in several languages as he jumped in front of her and paid the entire check himself.


“I probably could have afforded that better than you could, Freddie.”  She poked his chest hard as they walked out  into the street. “That cost what, a hundred dollars with the tip? You probably make that in a good week.”  


Freddie laughed and pushed her hand away, giving it a playful smack.  “Hands off the merchandize.”  She crossed her arms and walked in beside him, shouldering into him every so often.  


The cool evening breeze blew in from the ocean, making the tropical bat shiver in her bikini and sheer wrap.  She leant into his side, burying her shoulder under his arm.  “It’s cold here at night, isn’t it?”  Freddie just nodded and put his arm around her, resting it high on her hip.  She got closer into him, stealing his body heat and getting a deep breath of his hoodie.  It wasn’t especially clean, but it didn’t smell bad.  It had a slight musk from him working in it and spending the day in it, but it mostly just had that warm, masculine scent that comes from a man’s honest work.  “A gentleman would give his jacket to a freezing lady…”  She put her hand on his, bringing his attention back to it.  He’d stopped paying attention and let his hand drop and rest on the very top of her hip, almost onto her ass.  “Instead of trying to feel her up.”  She pulled his hand back up to her waist and squeezed it, wrapping her other wing around his waist.  


Without a word, Freddie pushed her off of him and started shedding his hoodie, pulling the sleeves off before lifting it up and over his head, exposing his chiselled stomach and chest.  His arms were muscular and toned as well, and his wings were larger than she had expected.  They definitely weren’t vestigial like the majority of avians’ wings were becoming.  He held out the hoodie to her and she snatched it quickly, putting the already warm garment on.  “Thanks for getting it warm for me.”  She stuck her tongue out at him and pulled the hood up before burying herself back into his side.  “Seeing you without this thing on, you may actually be built for a wrestler.”  She squeezed his rock-hard stomach with one hand  and smiled up at him.  Freddie blushed and looked out towards the ocean, putting his hand up on her shoulder where it was safe, the other one resting on the hand on his stomach.  


“I work out a little.”  


Twenty minutes later, they walked up together to the front of the Grand Wailea hotel.  Freddie’s jaw almost dropped to the floor as they walked between the huge water features, the immaculate horticulture, the sheer beauty of the scenery and the building almost overwhelmed him.  When they got inside and saw the mirror polished marble floors, the artwork everywhere… the luxury of it all hit him in the chest like a baseball bat.  Especially since he was walking in shirtless in swim trunks.  




“Umm… This is where you’re staying?”  He looked down at her nervously.  


“Oh no, I’m staying over here!”  She pulled him by the waist over to the side of the resort, to a separate building from everything else.  “This is Napua Tower.  I’m on the 6th floor in one of the Royal Suites.”  She led him to the elevator where she swiped her room card to call it. “What, haven’t you been in a hotel before?”  She flicked his beak making a hollow thud as he looked around in wonder.


“Never been in one like this…”  The elevator opened and Freddie pulled away.  “So, I guess this is goodnight?”  He held her hands but nervously avoided eye contact.  


“What, you’re not going to walk me to my door?  And I thought you were a gentleman.”  She stepped backwards into the elevator and pulled him back with her.  “Come on.” 


Freddie blushed and followed her, not letting go of her hands as she pulled at him.  “But… Are you sure that’s a good-”  She put her finger on his lower beak to hold it shut.  


“Shh.”  She smiled and flicked his beak again before turning her back to him to push the floor button.  She leaned back against him, pinning him in the corner with her back to his bare chest.  “Wrap your arms around me.”  She reached back, putting her hands on his hips as his wings lightly wrapped around her waist.  


She laid back against his chest comfortably until the elevator doors opened, when she put her hands over his and pulled him out, not letting him let go of her.  “You’re coming with me.”  She laughed playfully and pulled him to her door.  


“Well of course.  I have to get my hoodie back, right?”  He gave her belly a playful squeeze that made her jump before running inside, finally getting her door open.   He chuckled and followed her inside, looking around the dark hotel room while gently pushing the door shut behind him.  He slowly walked around in the pitch black hotel room.  “Janeeza?  Mind hitting the lights?”


“Did you know this hotel has its own apiary on the roof?”  She spoke from the darkness, her voice barely leading him.  


“Um.. apiary?”  


“Bees.  Honey farm.  They jar it and sell it here, and use it in all of their spa treatments.  I just think it’s tasty.”  He could hear the sliding of metal on glass that’s distinctive of mason jars and her lips smacking slightly.  


“Well… Put the light back on and we can share some…”  


“Why put the lights on?”  Freddie felt her velvety wings wrap around him and her body press against his.  She wasn’t wearing his hoodie anymore, and if she was wearing anything he couldn’t tell.  Her bare stomach and chest pressed against his, and her lips pressed against his beak, sticky with the sweet honey.  He jumped a little at the surprise, but quickly wrapped his arms around hers and opened his beak, kissing her back.  He moaned as her nimble tongue slipped inside his mouth and his tongue washed over her lips, savoring the sticky sweetness, and the warm, smooth softness of her lips.  


Her chest heaved against his as she breathed deep, her hands roaming up and down his muscled back.  His tailfeathers flustered and his hands explored her back and sides, exploring as far down as her hips before rising back up.  “It’s okay…”  She broke the kiss, putting her head beside his to kiss his neck and give it a playful nibble.  “You can touch me wherever you want.”  Her hands slid down beneath his tailfeathers and into his trunks to grip his ass.  It was well shaped, as you expect a bird’s ass to be, but was surprisingly tight and firm.  She rolled her fingers as she squeezed it playfully, making him ruffle his feathers all over.  


“J-Janeeza…”  He moved his hands to her belly and pushed her away slightly.  “We shouldn’t do this… We just met each other tonight…”  He protested weakly as her hands moved away, taking him by the wrist and putting his hands on her bare breasts.  


“Come on… You’re sexy and you want it… and I’m a little tipsy…”  He pulled his hands away and leaned down, kissing her forehead gently.  


“I don’t… I’m not like that.  You’re a good woman, too.  You deserve better than a quick fuck from a stranger…”  He put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them.  “Are you still going to be here tomorrow?”


She groaned a little and walked away, her bare feet smacking the floor quietly as she padded to the light switch and turned the lights on.  She was, in fact, nude.  He could barely see  the top of a thick bush poking out between her thighs.  “I will be.  Where will you be?”  She poured a drink for herself and stirred in some honey, sighing with frustration.


“I’ll be here till 6.  We depart for Hilo then.”  He walked over to her, seeing his hoodie and her clothes tossed all over the small living room of her suite.  “I’d love to see you again, Janeeza.  You’re…”  He smiled and put his hand on her shoulder, leaning down to nuzzle the top of her head.  “You’re something special...I don’t want to waste you… if that makes any sense at all…”  


She waved him off with her empty hand and looked back over her shoulder towards the balcony.  “If you jump off the railing you should have enough to fly back to your ship without much effort.”  She had an annoyed tone in her voice, and avoided looking him in the face as much as she could.  Freddie just nodded and started towards the balcony.  “I’ll text you tomorrow if I feel like seeing you again.”  She huffed and turned her back to him, facing her little kitchen island slash bar to sip her drink.   


“You’ll have to.”  Freddie said as he opened the balcony door.   


“Why’s that?”  


“I’ll want my hoodie back.”  He climbed up on the railing easily, his foot gripping it tightly and his deceptively strong legs pushing him up.  


Janeeza heard the woosh of his wings as they filled with air and lifted him up and away and smiled slightly before having another drink, the honey-sweetness hiding the strong clear liquor she’d always been warned away from but could never keep off of.  The warmth spread through her belly and she stood up with her drink.  [i]I need to get to bed before this hits me...[/i]  She took a few steps towards her bedroom before stopping and turning around, going back into the living room to grab his hoodie and head back to bed.  She sat down on the edge and sat her drink down on the nightstand, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it inside his hoodie, a pale replacement of his muscled frame, and tied the arms together at the wrist.  She threw it down a little roughly and picked up her half-full glass of the strong, questionably-acquired liquor and downed it in a hard gulp, making her cough a little even as a skilled drinker. She sat the glass back down and laid down beside the freshly-dressed pillow to wrap the arms around her.  She squeezed it hard and buried her nose into the neck of the hood, breathing Freddie’s scent deeply as she settled into her sleep, nude, the cool ocean air wafting in from her balcony but the liquor in her belly and him to keep her warm.  








BREAK




Vince trudged along the beach aimlessly, his thumbs hooked in the pockets of his swim trunks as he wandered aimlessly, bored and tired after running around the whole day drug behind his father, falling into every tourist trap along the way.  If he saw another pineapple or coconut carved into a charming caricature of himself he was going to puke.  


Vince’s dad had headed back to the ship for dinner and a drink, hoping to wind down for the night and leaving him alone finally.  He wore his sunglasses up on his head and had his ears plugged with his BeatsbyDre headphones.  His dark, curly hair was unkempt as always, looking like a bonafide rats’ nest.  The sun setting over the ocean did almost make him sexy, his lazy style  making him look more “beach bum chic”  than anything else.  


Unfortunately though, it was late enough that there wasn’t really anyone to see him.  Everyone was back at their hotels or back at the ship, leaving the beach all but secluded.  He started Enter The Wu Tang; 36 Chambers as soon as his dad headed back to the ship and finally it cycled over.  He sighed and pulled his iPod out, letting Bring Da Ruckus play as he tried to decide on an album, or to just let the whole library run on shuffle.   


[center][i]I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches-
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits-
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin-
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin-
Bust this, I'm kickin like Segal, Out for Justice-
The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus-
Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue-
Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun-[/i][/center]


Inspectah Deck went on as Vince stopped, suddenly realizing that he wasn’t on the public beach any more.  He looked around, popping one of the buds out of his ear as he looked around.  About twenty feet in front of him was a raised deck with a fairly high rail.  He could hear faint conversation from the other side as well as the motors and bubbles of a hot tub.  He turned his player off and stuffed the headphones into his pocket, letting curiosity get the better of him.


Vince’s size kept him quiet.  His broad feetpaws barely left prints as he tiptoed up to the deck.  There were small, solar lights leading down the ramp from the deck all the way down the beach into the ocean, where the lights spread out and were multicolored, lighting a large area of it and marking out an area almost like a pool.  The walls of the deck were latticed with woody vines  running through it covered in little white flowers.  Now that he was up close he could hear giggling and clinking glass along with two distinct female voices.  


“Do you remember when I got our companies mixed up and accidentally switched a week’s worth of R and D confirmations and approvals to the wrong places?” 


“Yeah, I remember that!  Can you imagine the look on their faces when the toddlertoy division received permission to start production on 3 new lines of sonic vibrators?”  Vince listened in as he eased up to the lattice, easing the vines apart to make room to see.  


The couple was an odd one, to say the least, but they were undeniably gorgeous.  A hammerhead shark and an alligator, both of them fit with fairly large, well-shaped breasts.  Neither of them were wearing tops, and Vince doubted they were wearing bottoms.  The shark had tight, toned arms and shoulders showing her swimmers’ body.  Her breasts weren’t anything to scoff at either, each one tipped with a small, tanned nipple.  The alligator was a little softer than the shark, with a full, curvy face and a little extra on her arms.  She still looked fit, though, and her chest looked a little larger than her companion’s.  She also had a full head of long, silky, dark hair, which seemed completely out of place on a reptile, but somehow fit, and made her seem even sexier.  


They each held elegant but odd-looking top-shaped glasses.  A fancy looking bottle of dark amber liquor sat on the edge of their hot tub, although in the glasses it looked a little lighter; more of a golden color.  As they talked they swirled it in their palms, occasionally stopping to give it a sniff.  






“I can’t believe it’s already been five years…”  The alligator said before leaning over and kissing the shark, wrapping one arm around her neck and pulling her in.  


Vince could see the alligator’s thick tongue wrestling with the shark’s, dancing delicately between the rows of razor teeth as their drinks sloshed and occasionally spilled into the tub with them.  He gulped quietly and felt his trunks starting to get tight as the alligator moved onto the shark’s lap, pressing their breasts together as their wet bodies glistened in the golden dusk.  


“Hehe-Hey!”  The shark’s empty hand disappeared beneath the water as the other wrapped around the alligator’s back, vainly trying to avoid spilling her drink.  “Placid…”  She moaned as Placid’s scaled hand gripped her breast and gave it a good squeeze, the alligator’s muzzle wrapping around her maw again to take her in another kiss.  


Vince’s paws drifted, one steadying himself on one of the rails and the other slipping down into his trunks, gripping his cock and slowly stroking it as he watched.  The shark’s hand slid up from underneath the water, her claws combing through the wet, flowing locks.  Placid’s claws traced around the shark’s nipple, flicking over it teasingly as she pulled  away from the kiss to lick up her snout and kiss in the center of her forehead.  “Hehe, yes?”  Placid smushed her breasts in the hammerhead’s face.  “You like these, don’t you Heather?”


The shark nodded and lifted her glass over her scaled partner’s shoulder, pouring the amber liquid down her chest to cascade over her smooth, shimmering breasts.  She dropped her empty glass in the tub letting it bob in the bubbles for a moment before it finally capsized and sunk below the surface.  Heather’s hands gripped Placid’s breasts, holding them up for her to lick the fruity liquor from the smooth pale green globes.  


Placid leaned down, letting a small moan into Heather’s ear as the shark’s tongue danced across the soft, smooth, supple, leathery flesh and gently nipped at it with her long, knife-like teeth.  She gasped and whispered into Heather’s ear, just loud enough for Vincent to hear, “How long are we going to give our little peeping tom a show?”


He wanted to run, but he was on the verge and his knees were already knocking.  He tried to turn away to run back to the ship but he tripped on his own feet and fell, facedown into the sand.  His cock felt like it was on fire from getting pounded into the sand as he fell on it.  He heard the smacking of bare feet on the wooden deck and tried to bound away but the soft sand and his weak legs slowed him down.  By the time he made it to his hands and knees he had a large, webbed hand on the back of his head pushing him back down, and a large shark sitting on his back, pinning him firmly to the beach.   


“Well look what we have here, babe.”  Heather said frighteningly as her tail swished audiby behind her, and Vince’s bald tail pushing at the ground trying to help him wiggle away.  Heather picked up his shoulders just a little and slammed him back down, making him grunt and take a mouthful of sand as he hollered out.  “Uh uh uh, little mousey!  You’re gonna stay right here before I decide what to do with you.”


Vince felt his arm being lifted up, the back of his hand pressed against his spine as she kept him in an armbar and wrenched his arm up.  “Gah!  I’m sorry!  Just let me go!”  

“Damn right you’re sorry!”  Placid walked over, poking his ribs with light kicks to his ribs.  “No muscles, no fat, just a buncha bones and skin.  AND a fucking peeping tom on top of it!  There’s not even enough here to eat!”


Vince gulped and shivered as he heard the alligator mention eating.  He knew reptiles weren’t [i]NORMAL[/i], but he’d never heard of them eating mammals. Well… He had actually heard of them eating mammals, but people always told him that was specie-ist bulshit.  


“Come on, babe!  He’s got some meat on him.”  Heather reached back with one hand and smacked his ass, making it jiggle in his trunks.  “He’s got a little back here.  But he does look a little gamey.”  She leaned forward and nipped his ear lightly, her razor-sharp teeth barely breaking the skin and letting a few drops of blood drip on the sand.  “Maybe we should just take a coon-hunter’s toothpick out of him and let him go…  You got a bacalum, Skinny-boy?”


“Aaaah!  S-stop, please! I-I’m sorry, I was just walking down the beach and then when I looked up I was standing at your porch!  I didn’t mean to peep!”  His loose hand gripped at the sand, trying to pull himself away.  Heather sat down hard on his back, pinning him with her weight.  


“Ooooh!  You didn’t MEAN to peep on me and my girlfriend having naked-funtimes in our hot tub on our anniversary?  You just stumbled up on us?”  She pulled his arm up higher, feeling his bones creak as she strained the joint.


“YES!”  He whined and squealed out as his arm was stretched.  He felt the shark’s long, thick tongue lick over his ear where she had bit the blood.  “J-just let me go…”  He whimpered a bit, knowing she was tasting him.  He’d never heard anything about sharks, but they had the reputation of being kind of dumb and crazy.  


“Hmmm…  For real, what do you think we should do with him, hon?”  Placid walked around to his front and squatted down in front of him to look at his sand-crusted face.  She wasn’t bashful at all, leaving herself completely open for him to see, what little there was for him to see, anyway.  She barely had a mound, or lips.  A barely defined slit in her scales was the only hint between her legs.  Vince tried not to stare but he couldn’t help himself.  As Heather eased up the hold on his arm and the pain subsided he was finally able to notice the bare, firm ass on his back.  “He’s got kind of a beach bum thing going on.  It’s not [i]baaaaaaad...[/i]”  She looked him over like someone looks over a cheap used car or a rental.  


“Are you serious, Placid?”  Heather finally just let go of his arm and sat up on top of him, her hands on her hips and her shoulders shrugged  as she looked sideways up at her partner.  “Come on, look at how little he is!  I bet he’s got a little pencildick, too.  I say we take his trunks and his hipster headphones and make him do the run of shame home.”  


“But baby…”  Placid said in a sultry tone as she stood up and bent at the waist, putting her hand behind Heather’s head and pulling it up gently, kissing her deeply as she stood over the captured mouse.  Vince could hear the smacking of their lips and their moaning together as they made out over him and wiggled uncomfortably as he started to grow again.  “He’s just a cute, scared little mousey… I just wanna squeeze him till he pops.”  


“Mhmm…”  Vince could feel Heather’s heat against his back as she started to idly grind against him, her hips moving on their own.  “I bet you wanna squeeze him… slut.”  He heard a smack and light squeal from the alligator, followed by a deep, rolling churr.  


“Maybe… So why don’t you roll him over and let’s take a look?”  


“Goddamnit Placid… Just for you baby.”  The shark lifted her ass off of Vince’s back and grabbed his shoulders, rolling him over quickly before sitting on his chest, pinning his arms to his side with her legs.  “Stay still and quiet you peeper.  Maybe you’ll get your money’s worth.”  She winked as she shot him a toothy grin on the line between threatening and playful, which side Vince couldn’t tell.  To another shark or a reptile this may be normal, but Vince was fairly sure that this wasn’t how mammal sex usually happened.  


He could feel the sand shifting and then smooth, scaled hands gripping his trunks.  “It’s almost like christmas.”  Placid giggled and leaned in, licking up his belly and, judging from the shark’s shiver, all the way up her spine.  


“Just get to it, babe!”  Heather hissed through gritted teeth as she shivered, heat radiating from her already-wet nethers against Vince’s chest.  


“Y-you k-know… I-I can… umm… I can u-use my mouth…”  He blurted out timidly, without really knowing what he was saying.  


He heard Placid giggle as her hands started to pull his trunks down by the waist.  “You hear that?  Give him a taste.  It’ll keep him quiet, too.”  


“Hmmm… When you put it like that…”  Heather slipped her webbed fingers into the side of her bikini and pulled it across, revealing her clean, tight slit.  She spread it with her fingers and scooted forward, almost burying Vince’s slender muzzle in her wet, tight cunny.  “MM!”  Vince hardened as soon as he saw it, but when he had his nose and maw wrapped inside the tight, wettened folds, his nose filled with its smell and he shot to full attention, his cock hanging on the waist of his pants as the alligator tugged them more.  


“Already that good sweetie?”  Placid said, not to either one in particular, as both of the others had fairly positive reactions.  She tugged his trunks down, revealing the slender, barely 6 inch rodent penis.  “You were right, he’s not that big, but he does have this big long tail, and he’s got enough to have fun with anyway.”  She cupped his balls in her relatively large hand, rolling them on her fingertips.  




“I don’t know if he’s any good yet, but if he’s not I can just ride his muzzle.”  Heather lifted her hips up for his nose to be free, letting him cough and sputter as he tried to catch his breath.  “LICK!”  She yelled down at him, gripping his shaggy hair and pulling his face back up into her slit.  “Or I’ll drown you again.”  She churred threateningly at him and he nodded, pushing his slender tongue inside her, lapping and slurping for dear life at her glistening lips.  


Vince gasped as he felt himself lifted up by his ass but didn’t dare stop licking.  He shut his eyes and gripped the sand in his fists as he felt his lowers being wrapped up by the alligator’s long, broad snout, her tongue washing over his balls and cock as she took him into her maw.  She hissed around his lowers and wrapped her long, thick tongue around his shaft and squeezed down on him tightly.  Her hands gripped his thighs, holding them to either side to keep him from wiggling around as she stroked him slowly with her tongue, kneading the soft, almost completely muscle-less flesh of his legs in her smooth, scaled hands.  


“He actually licks pretty good… you having fun back there?”  Heather leaned back, wrapping her hands around her breasts to squeeze and tweak her hard, perky nipples.  


“Mhmm~”  The alligator nodded the affirmative, her teeth lightly digging into Vince’s back as he laid on her jaw.  He would have squeaked or yelled or something if he hadn’t been completely buried between the shark’s luscious, shapely legs and her dripping cunt.  She giggled and pulled away slowly, wrapping her lips around his whole package to suck his cock and balls.  She kept pulling away, letting his balls pop free, wrapping her lips around the base of his shaft, slipping up, sucking powerfully on his tip, before finally coming off with a loud pop, letting him shoot a load of pre across the shark’s tail and over his own belly.  


“OOH!”  Heather jumped and pressed down hard, making Vince’s legs jerk under him as he fought for breath.   “Fuck, baby!  You should have felt him holler just now!”


“Hey, you should have seen him spurt!”  Placid licked the thin fluid off of her mate’s tail but left it on the mouse’s belly to dry in his fur.  “So, who gets the first go?”  

“Hmmm… I think I’m doing good here.  He’s starting to find the sweet spots.  You go ahead since you haven’t got to have any fun yet.”  Heather stroked Vince’s unkempt hair roughly as she kept him pinned to the sand.  


“If you say so, hon.”  Placid sat up on her knees and straddled Vince’s crotch, placing the base of his shaft against her wet lower lips, her slick,soft, smooth scales sliding across his turgid flesh.  She reached behind her and between his legs, taking his tail and tugging it up, flossing it between her soft, full asscheeks.  She churred loudly and wrapped one arm around Heather, pulling their bodies together and squeezing one of her breasts, bringing a deep, pleasured hiss from the shark’s lips.  


Heather laid back, bracing her back against the alligator’s chest and ground her nethers down against Vince’s maw.  The view was incredible and rare.  She was completely bare, every muscle and curve on her body completely exposed by her smooth skin.  Her lower jaw, neck, chest, stomach, the insides of her thighs and the insides of her arms were all completely snow white, Her breasts bounced lightly as she moved her hips against his maw, his vision fixed on the peaks of her snowy hills.  She tasted like heaven, intensifying his service to her with an earnest thirst for more.  He knew he was being abused right then, taken advantage of by two women older, larger, and stronger than him, but he didn’t particularly care anymore.  He was getting treatment like most guys would kill for from two gorgeous women.  


Vince felt the smooth, slippery flesh press against his shaft and shut his eyes.  After all of Anne’s teasing he was finally going to get what he’d been wanting all along.  The fleshy cheeks of the alligator’s ass wrapped around his tail, rubbing up and down against it at the same time as her slit stroked acros his shaft, her juices and his pre leaking down his shaft and to his sheath and balls.  Her hand gripped his tail towards the tip and slipped it down beneath her own.  It wasn’t hard for him to imagine what it was she had planned, so he tensed his tail and held it as rigid as he could for her to slowly pull it inside her as she moaned loudly, her head thrown over Heather’s shoulder.  


“OOooooh!  That’s the way… keep going, mousey~”  Placid released her grip on his tail and put both hands on Heather’s chest, squeezing and groping them, pinching her pert nipples between her digits and cutting her eyes down at Vince to watch him take it all in as she picked her hips up ever so slightly and let his slender tip press against her slit.  His tail wriggled and writhed in her ass, working its way deeper as she slowly dropped herself onto him, taking a little bit more of his cock into her with every inch of his tail that slipped into her smooth, tight rear tunnel.  


Placid’s insides were hot, hotter than the shark’s.  Though she didn’t feel quite as tight, her insides were soft and the muscles stroked what little of Vince’s cock was allowed entrance.  Her ass was another story, tighter than what he imagined was possible, and so hot it felt unreal.  Her muscles spasmed and squeezed around his tail, making him throb and shoot jets of pre inside her from the mere thought.  He moaned into Heather’s pussy, bringing another pleasured hiss from her as he continued to drink her down, his tongue exploring her insides as deep as he could reach.  Placid sat still halfway on his cock; Vince’s hips screamed at him to let them thrust, wanting to bury the final inches of his cock inside her.   


“Hmmm…”  Placid moaned out, opening her maw as his tail slipped ever deeper into her rear.  “That’s deep enough… Just move it around now…”  She slowly rose back up, her lips gliding over his short, slender cock before closing around the very tip as she lifted off.  He released a slight whine, but was cut short by the sudden drop onto his lap, his cock completely wrapped in her and her soft thighs enwrapping his waist.  His tail jerked and spasmed in her ass, wriggling and snaking inside as he began preing and throbbing like mad inside her, already the stimulation being much too much for him to handle.  She began to ride him hard and fast, her ass smacking loudly against his thighs and her pussy making loud slurping, sucking, splashing sounds around his thin dick.  Her juices coated his crotch and hers, her nectar dripping down the bends of his legs and down his tight-pursed balls to the crack of his ass. 


“MM!  That’s the way, baby!”  Heather gripped Vince’s hair tightly and held his head down against the sand, starting to ride his muzzle again.   His tongue still lapped and licked at her insides as he was smothered completely by her.  “I’m cumming!  Oh, oh fuuuuuuuck~”  Heather lifted her hips as she came, coating his face with her juices.  

“Aaah!  F-fuck!”  Vince hacked and coughed as he was finally allowed to catch his breath.  “I’m-! Fuck!  Cumming!”  


“Do it!  Cum as big as you can for me!”  Placid yelled out, probably a little louder than she should have, dropping down with all of her weight to grind her body against his.  She churred as his hips bucked fruitlessly, not nearly strong enough to bounce her.  “Oooh~”  His cock throbbed inside her as he released his seed, her moan turning into a drawn out sigh.  “Good boy.  I think you earned not getting the cops called on you…  Heather?”  She licked the shark’s cheek as she hugged her close, pulling her back to sit on his belly, pinning their bodies tight together.  


“Hmmm… Have you got to cum yet?”  She looked back, putting her hands on Placid’s and gently kneading them.  


“No~”  She nibbled on the shark’s shoulder playfully.  


“Then no.”  Heather pulled her arms open and got up, pulling the alligator off of the mouse and onto her back on the beach.  A few drops of white, sticky cum began to drip from the alligator’s slit and down her crack, her thick tail swaying below her.  “Get over here, peeper.”  She took him by the hair and pulled him onto his stomach.  


“B-but I just came there!”  He struggled lightly, putting his paws on Placid’s thighs to hold his head away.  


“You did!  So clean your mess!”  Heather pushed his head down hard and buried his muzzle in Placid’s soft, cummy mound.  Her lips easily wrapped around his slender muzzle, surrounding it with her warmth and flooding his nose and maw with his own seed.  He whimpered as the shark held his head in place firmly, but began licking.  His softening cock started to throb to life again, dangling between his legs as he sat on his knees, face buried between the alligator’s legs.  


Heather smiled down at him and palmed his ass with her empty hand, giving it a good, rough squeeze.  “He has a nice ass from this angle, you know it?”  She gave his ass a light smack and made him squeek before she went back to stroking it, combing her claws through his fur.  


Placid reached a hand down and gently petted his head, stroking his hair and combing her fingers through the long curls as he forced down gulps of his own seed mixed with her juices.  “Mmmm, just like that… Keep going and you’ll be done soo-OOH!”  Her hips bucked against his face as his tongue found a particular spot.  He wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding on for dear life as he started to assault that spot with his tongue, hoping to make her cum as soon as he could so that they might let him get away.  “Aaah!”  She gripped his head with both hands, holding him into her desperately as her hips bucked and ground against him, her tail swaying under him and her legs squeezing him lightly.  “C-cumming~Mmm-AH!!”  She squeezed her thighs down around his head tightly, the soft flesh wrapping him up as her hips moved on their own, riding back and forth across his muzzle as she rode out her climax.  
“Good boy.”  Heather smacked Vince’s ass hard before tugging his tail, pulling his head free from Placid’s vicegrip.  She pulled him up by the nape of his neck and shoved his trunks into his chest.  “Now run home before she catches her breath and wants another go.  Get!”  She turned and tried to whip his ass with the broadside of her tail, but he jumped off and bound down the beach, trunks in hand back to the ship.  


[i]“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!  Everywhere I go I keep running into crazy horny freak bitches!”[/i]













July 13th, Day 8




Yvette awoke to thunder shaking her and lightning flashing through the window’s of anne’s room.  She was on her knees, her wrists stretched to the corners of the bed, bound by silken rope suspending her upper body above the bed.  Her breasts were bound as well, the ropes giving her a subtle squeeze, the rope attached to her neck, so with every move she made she would receive a like tug on her fleshy lobes.  The front door opened and she felt cold, humid air filling the room before it finally shut.  She turned her head quickly to see her Anne standing, dripping with rain with the dull, dim, cloud-shaded light from outside behind her, barely silhouetting her.  She started to speak, but found herself bound by a short length of rope tied around her muzzle, attached to her rope collar as well.  


“Oh, so you’re already awake, are you?”  Anne said as she shut the door behind her and flipped the light on, revealing herself dressed completely for the first time Yvette had ever seen.  She wasn’t particularly well-dressed, standing in a grey gym hooded sweatshirt with the logo of her gym, worn, ripped, and faded bdu pants that had been black at some point, but were now grey with only a few mottled spots of black remaining.  Over her hoodie she wore an old and worn brown leather jacket to cut the wind and water off of her.  It was patched in a few places and getting worn visibly in a few more.  She pulled her hood down and threw off the jacket, hanging it on the back of a nearby chair.  “Well, there’s a storm on so these limpdicks are locking up the ship.  My seminars are fucking cancelled and they want everyone to stay in.  You know what that means, of course?” She sauntered to the bed and sat down beside the tied cheetah, letting her paw rest on the very back of Yvette’s neck.  “I like your short hair… it’s out of the way… a little masculine looking, but it’s good enough.  ”  


Yvette shuddered as the large ursine paw stroked and squeezed and massaged the back of her throat, the weak spot of many felines and to no small extent to Yvette.  The bear’s fingers danced down her spine, making her shiver and shake, tugging even more at her sensitive breasts. Her tail swayed over to the side as the bear’s hand cupped her ass and gave it a squeeze, the sensation bringing her attention to her raw, sore rump.   Her attention brought back to her lowers, she finally noticed the latex horsecock buried in her pussy yet again, and the large, solid bottle of shampoo that had been improvised for her tailhole.  


“So, guess what, puss?  The fuckheads ordered everyone to stay in their cabins… And no one’s allowed to leave the ship.  So… you get to stay with me…”  Anne gripped the base of the horse toy and twisted it, eliciting a muffled squeal from the cheetah.  “I have a date later, but we can play until then…”




BREAK




Freddie sat on the edge of his bed looking out to the balcony, through the glass door that led outside to the storm.  It was nothing but wind and rain, ugly and dark, cold and hard.  Worst of all was that it had destroyed whatever chance he had of getting back with Janeeza.  Not that there was a good chance of that anyway. Women didn’t take well to being told no, especially not when they were so close to getting what they wanted.  


He didn’t know what possessed him to say no in the first place.  She was beautiful, she was smart and successful, she was independant, and she was actually a grown woman, all things that were missing from his prior sexual experiences.  He was attracted to her, very much so.  He wanted more of her than what he had got, for sure, but he didn’t know if he wanted that much yet.  He hadn’t been able to put it out of his head all night.  


He could still see her standing in front of him, her naked body exposed to him.  Every line on her body seemed sculptured, from her wings to her legs to her face, to be elegant, graceful, the perfect example of that perfect, wonderful, classical, natural beauty that always turned Freddie on.  She was tight where she needed to be tight and soft where she should be soft.   Her breasts were full and perky without being so big to keep her from flying or give her problems.  Her hips were broad but not too much so, her legs were long but not lanky and toned but not too hard.  Her face, he could admit, was something to grow on, the odd-shaped nose of her species being a very in your face aspect of it, but it didn’t take him long to see the beauty in that as well.  Her eyes were a light shade of brown that seemed golden in the sunlight, and shimmered still in the silver moonlight.  


Shutting his eyes he could feel her body against his in the darkness again, her arms wrapped around him and her hands exploring his body.  Her soft lips pressed against his beak, spreading the sweet, sticky honey’s taste, he could feel it on his tongue.  Thunder boomed and made him jolt.  He sighed and looked down at himself as his cock hung out the leg of his boxer shorts.  He wiped the drool from his beak and stood up, going to the shower.  
He didn’t bother to take his boxers off before slipping inside and turning the cold water on, shutting his eyes tightly and clenching his beak as his whole body tensed under the frigid cold.  He ruffled his feathers and let the cold distract him and shock his body awake.  As soon as his [i]distraction[/i] had been dealt with, he stepped out and shook himself dry, his feathers doing their job and naturally sloughing off the water.  He slipped his soaked boxers off and flopped back into bed.  Anne had sent the text that classes were cancelled, so there was no reason to be up this early in the morning.  


Several hours of restless tossing and turning later his phone rang, breaking through the white noise of the thunder and rain.  He shot straight up, sitting in his bed, and looked around for his phone.  


[center][i]Mira que chica mas linda, mas llena de
gracia es esa muchacha, que viene y que pasa con
su balanceo, camino del mar Ella de cuerpo
dorado, del Sol de Ipanema y su balanceo,
es todo un poema, es la cosa mas linda que ya
vi pasar. Ay, por qué~[/i][/center]


“...AH!”  He rolled off the side of the bed and fell belly-first onto the floor, scrambling over to yesterday’s clothes to dig out his phone.  He ruffled through his shorts and squeezed the pockets to ferret out his phone.  The ringing stopped and the phone let out a light vibration along with the missed call tone.   He groaned and threw his pants at the wall, then rolled onto his back and dropped his head back, butting against the dresser drawers.  


“...”  He glared straight up as he saw the screen of his phone peeking over the edge of the dresser at him.  “You fucker…”  


[center][i]Mira que chica mas linda, mas llena de
gracia es esa muchacha, que viene y que pasa con
su balanceo, camino del mar Ella de cuerpo
dorado, del Sol de Ipane~[/i][/center]


“Gah!”  He squawked as the vibration of the phone pushed it over the edge and onto his face, clacking loudly against his beak.  “Fuckfuckfuck!”  He scrambled with the touch screen on his phone to answer, finally sliding it sideways to unlock and answer it.  “Hey!  I didn’t expect you to call me so soon!  … No, actually, heh… Well, I mean, it’s really bad outside…  Yeah!  I really want to see you again.  Sure!  Do you think anything is open now, though?  Well, yeah.”   He blushed hard suddenly.  “Uh… y-yeah… M-maybe… Okay.  Bye, Janeeza.”  He hung up and laid there for a moment, before jumping up quickly and scrambling to pull his shorts up.  “fuckfuckfuckfuck-”  He repeated over and over again under his breath as he ran out of his room and across the hall to bang on Dennis’ door.  “DENNIS!  Open the fuck up!”  


A minute or two later the door finally creaked open, Dennis glaring half-lidded and sleepy-eyed at the overexcited parrot.  “What… the fuck do you want…?”  One large eye stared out through the cracked door, slightly bloodshot with a glimmer of sweat on his fur.  


“You’ve gotta let me in.  I need some of your tightpants.  And a good shirt!”  Freddie pushed on the door lightly, but Dennis held it in place.  


“Why?”  Dennis continued to glare tiredly.  


“I have a date.”  


“...”  Dennis stared at him for a moment before pulling the door open and revealing himself standing completely nude, sweaty, and his crotch matted with cum and female fluids.  “Get the fuck in here.”  


Freddie ran in, completely ignoring the naked red wolfcat on the bed spread-eagled and asleep with her whole front matted and wet, her blond hilghlight covering her face, to run to Dennis’ dresser to rifle through his pants drawers.  “What do you have that you can move in?  Dance in?”  He started pulling pants out and throwing them on the floor trying to lay them out in some kind of order.  “Can you turn the light on?”  



Dennis watched him from the door, just barely catching up to the conversation before shutting it and flipping the light on.  “If I can wear it you can dance in it.  You don’t have a sack or dick taking up room in there so you’ll be good.”  He walked over and sat on the corner of his bed, watching Freddie disassemble his painstakingly packed and planned out wardrobe.  “Stay away from anything leather.  Legscales rip up the insides unless you’re willing to put on leggings underneath.”


Freddie nodded and looked through the pants he had laid out already.  “Do you have any jeans that aren’t already ripped and faded and stuff?  Just normal jeans?”  


“Why would I have that?  It’s not in style.  Why aren’t you wearing your own club outfit?”  Dennis reached down to scratch his balls and yawn.  


“Because they’re really loose and don’t show anything off.  She… ummm… she wanted me to wear something that shows off my ‘tight, sexy ass.’”  The feathers on the back of his neck ruffled as he said the last part.  


“Pft!”  Dennis laughed and stood up.  “Okay then.  Ummm… Go with the AG Dylan, they’ll show off your ass and still give you that bagginess around your legs that you like so much.”   He walked over and picked up a pair of jeans that were fairly dark indigo in most places with only a few spots of fade.  “And that fade is from wear and wash, they were straight blue when I got ‘em.”  Freddie stood up and Dennis pushed the pants into his chest.  “Now, if you don’t mind, please gtfo.  That crazy wolf...cat...thing didn’t let me go to sleep until like two hours ago.”


Dennis nodded and threw the jeans over his shoulder.  “Alright!  Thanks man!”  He started to hug the nude bat, but stopped short and patted his shoulder.  “Have a good rest!”  He ran out and back across the hall, slamming Dennis’ door behind him and running back through his open door.  “Okay, do I have a shirt to wear with this?”  He pulled out his rucksack and poured it out on the bed, throwing the underwear to one side and the pants to another pile and the regular shirts to another pile and his dressy T-s to another.  “Okayokayokayokay…”  He picked out the tightest, hipster-iest shirt he had, and set it with the pants to see if they worked together.  “Close enough… Okay!”  He grabbed a clean pair of underwear and sat down on the bed, fisting his large, taloned toes to keep from ripping his underwear and pants as he pulled them on quickly. He stood up and sucked in his gut, trying to relax his stomach muscles enough to button them.  He finally got them snapped together with a grunt and he zipped them up, thankful for the extra space his internal anatomy provided him.  [i]How the hell does Dennis fit in these?[/i]  He went into the bathroom and sprayed some deodorant under his arms and down the middle of his back.  He put it down and went to grab his shirt, slipping it on over his wings and running back to the bathroom to put on some cologne and check himself in the mirror.  The shirt was just tight enough to show off his muscles but not restrictive, the pants were tight around his ass but not so much it was uncomfortable, and his skinny bird-legs let then fit fairly well in that aspect.  He filed his beak again, being sure it was right, and and finally smiled, feeling confident that everything was good and in place.  


“FUCK YEAH!”  He nodded to himself confidently and headed to the back door and flung it open.  “... Oh… right…”  The storm raged on, a black sky pouring water in sheets and the wind blowing hard, almost enough to move the ship.  “Fuck… Okay… we can do this.”  He shut the door and went back inside, getting all of the extra garbage bags from the closet and the roll of duct tape from his bag.  “Just like Carla’s wedding…” he ripped holes in the bags for his wings, tailfeathers, and feet to stick out, taping them together to make a big, waterproof rainsuit.  The plastic shuffling as he headed to the balcony again.  


He gripped the rail and hopped up, holding on with his feet and hands, gauging the wind and the heavy rain.  “If tito could do it…”  He jumped off the ledge and spread his wings, beginning the long flight around the ship and to Janeeza’s hotel.


[center]---------------------[/center]


The Napua Tower receptionist sat at the front desk, typing the novel he’d been working on since High School.  Well, typing may have been a strong word.  The sloth sat, staring at his screen, the same page that had been staring at him for years;


[center]”WORKING TITLE;
WORKING SUBTITLE
by
working pen name[/center]


The ”


-was all he had, and was all he HAD had for months.  It had taken him almost two years to decide he wanted to write a subtitle.  In another window he was watching a friend write, and in another window another friend, and another, and watching a niche artist draw porn with underaged girls, and watching youtube, and chatting with a half dozen people in as many different chat clients.  He heard flapping followed by the clacking of claws on the marble floor, and began to raise his head to look.  By the time he picked his head up Freddie was halfway across the floor, ripping the black garbage backs off of himself frantically, losing a couple of feathers in the tape as he did.  “Ummm…”  He started to raise a finger as Freddie threw the bags into the nearest garbage can and fixed his clothes.  “Can… Umm…”  Freddie pulled out his phone and typed something up as the sloth looked back to his computer, to check the chats he was in and the progress on the “art” he was watching be drawn. When he looked up the elevator door opened and Janeeza walked past Freddie out of the elevator, a streak of red heading towards the front door.  “Have a nice, uh…”  He stopped to reply to a message in the art stream, and when he looked  up again the two were gone.  


“I, umm… I’m glad you wanted to see me again.”  Freddie walked after her trying to keep up.  


She didn’t reply, just walking quickly out the front door, staying underneath the awnings of the building as she headed to the main entrance.  She had a determined stride, swinging her hips wide and splashing on the wet ground.  Her hair was down, showing it’s silky, full, just slightly curly texture.  The very tips of her hair curled just slightly in toward themselves and bounced off of her back as she walked.  It was longer than it had seemed when it was braided too, almost to the bottom of her shoulder blades.  


Freddie smiled slightly watching her walk, taking the opportunity to look over her dress.  It was bright red, and somewhat short, but kept everything covered well enough.  The hem was gathered in the back, coming up just slightly at the center seam.  There were six thin shoulder straps, three on each shoulder, and they crossed just above her waist to make a diamond pattern.  She was still wearing the same small, gold necklace that she had been wearing last night.  She wore a small quilted red leather purse, with a gold chain and a red cord running through the chain.


“So, uh…”  Freddie started, but was cut short as she stepped into the main lobby of the hotel and let the door shut in his face.  He sighed and opened the door, following her not too closely until she headed out the front door of the main lobby.  He ran out after her just in time to see her  climbing into the back seat of a short-ish limousine, flashing a hint of black lace under the hem of her dress before she sat down.  


“Are you getting in?”  She picked up a glass of champagne from the ice-bucket built into the seat of the limo and raised it slowly to take a sip.  Freddie nodded and jogged up to the door, getting in ass-first and sliding across the leather seat, bumping butts with her and sloshing her champagne a little.  She giggled and held the drink out to let it spill on the floor instead of on her dress.  “Well… You found some tight pants, didn’t you?”  She turned just slightly, cutting her eyes down and curling her lip into the slightest little smile. 


“Um…”  He blushed and scooted away from her politely, getting out of her space.  “Yeah.  I was able to borrow a pair.”  


She shifted in her seat to face him slightly, crossing her legs and sipping her champagne again.  “You had to borrow a pair?  Why don’t you have some of your own?”  


“I don’t like tight clothes.  My whole wardrobe is loose and baggy.”  He turned to face the window to hide a blush.  The windows were dark, and he could barely see the outside through the tint. 


“That’s a shame.  Somebody as built as you are shouldn’t hide it.”  She scooted back over toward him until their thighs touched again.  “So, how was your night?”  She leaned into him, almost pinning him against the door. 


His feathers ruffled as he smelled her perfume, the soft, light scent of honey and citrus filling his nose and making him feel warm and soothed.  And then last night came back to his mind, the smell of honey bringing back the taste on his lips, the warmth of her body on his… He quickly crossed his legs and turned to face her.  “It was… Ummm… I slept fine.  How about you?”  


She smiled and put her back against the seat, uncrossing and crossing her legs again.  “I slept very well, actually.  When the storm finally woke me up I spent the morning sipping some chai tea and watching the rain out on the ocean.”  She sipped her champagne as she reflected on her actual morning, laying awake, buried in his hoodie, growing slowly more and more frustrated until finally Pele-kicking it across the room and breaking down to call him.  


“That sounds nice… I hung out on the gym for awhile, did my morning run and everything before they ordered everyone to stay in their rooms.”   He nodded and watched her drink as he remembered his own morning, dosing and trying to sleep through the rocking of the ship and the rain and thunder.  


They sat quietly, awkwardly, for a moment before Freddie finally spoke up.  “I like your perfume.”


She turned to him and smiled again, “Oh, you like it?  It’s Eau de Miel.  I just love honey.  It’s why I picked this hotel in the first place.”  


Freddie nodded politely and leaned his back against the seat stiffly.  He took a deep breath and turned to her, letting it out in a long sigh.  “Listen, umm… I’m not really good at this.  Like, I’ve never done the whole proper dating thing… I only ever had one girlfriend and we never really did dates.  We went to prom and stuff but that was it.  Last night was amazing… I mean, it was awesome.  If we’re going to actually, like… can we just go somewhere and have fun and not do the whole dog and pony show?”


She nodded and sat down her glass, leaning forward and pressing the little red button on the little black talkbox that let her talk to the driver.  “Drop the old route, head straight to The Cellar, alright?”  


“Yes ma’am.”  A middle-aged, male voice replied through the com.  


She sat back and picked her glass back up, downing the half of a glass she had quickly and taking the bottle to pour a fresh one.  “I’m so glad you said that!”  She laughed a little and put the bottle back down after pouring her bubbly. “I’ve been working 24/7 more or less since I was 15.  And I’ve always been in the situation where to get a man you need to act like… well like a woman.  Stupid, quiet, doting, obedient…  That’s not particularly for me.  And even if I found a man who let me be myself people would still assume that I was like that anyway, or that he was somehow responsible for how well I was doing.”  She took a long slow drink and sighing breath.  “You lose your right to claim your own success, you know?”  Freddie nodded, his eyes getting a little big as he listened to her story.  “So yeah, never dated and never had a boyfriend or anything like that.”


“Wow.  That’s amazing…”  He nodded and leaned back, relaxing slowly.  “So last night was…?”  


“Oh God no!  Haha!  You?”  She laughed and had another sip, giggling a little as it tickled her nose.  


“Oh!  Uh… no, actually.  Once before.”  He blushed and turned away again, nervously.  


“Really?  Only once?  With that one girlfriend you mentioned, right?”  She uncrossed her legs again, rubbing her leg against his lightly.  


“No.  She passed away a long time ago, before we got a chance.  This was actually, um... a couple of days ago.”  He reached up and ruffled his headfeathers.  


“Awwww!  ...Wait…” She stopped to think for a moment.  “You didn’t want to do it with me last night… because i deserved better than a one night stand with a stranger… and since you’re not with her now I’m going to assume that was a one night stand with a stranger… I’m going to have to ask you, what the hell?”  She looked at him, a slightly angry look in her eyes as she sqeezed the champagne glass in her hand.  


“I…”  He looked down at his feet for a second before taking a deep breath.  “I’d been carrying a lot of weight for a long time, and for some reason I thought getting rid of that would finally make it all go away and I could move on.  It didn’t.  It made me feel dirty, and kind of guilty, and just… it didn’t feel right.  I don’t want to feel like that again.  And I don’t want to help anyone else feel that.”  He sat up straight and pulled his shoulders back, pushing his chest out and looking as resolute as he could.  “I made a mistake.  I won’t make the same one again.”  


She nodded and turned around, facing the front and taking another sip.  “Alright… I guess that works.  We can have fun without having sex, I GUESS!”  She said with a huff, crossing her arms like a spoiled kid with a tiny hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.  “But I won’t enjoy it!”  


“You won’t enjoy having fun?”  He smirked and leaned toward her, picking up the other glass of champagne that had been untouched.  


“Never!”  She laughed and drank the rest of hers, setting the empty glass down for now.  “So at least tell me you can dance.”  She swept her hair out of her face and looked him over.  “I’m not just taking you out for arm candy, after all.”  


“I can dance alright when I want to…”  He took a timid sip of his champagne, not wanting to overdo it already.  “So… What inspired this vacation?  I mean, you definitely deserve it, but you deserved it a long long time ago, I’d think.  What made you want to take one now?”  


“I had an opportunity to take a permanent job in the United States.  So, before I went to work I decided to take a couple of weeks off and have a rest for a little while.”  The car finally came to a halt, and the driver came through on the intercom.  


“We have arrive, miss.”  The doors unlocked and Freddie opened his, getting out and holding the door for Janeeza.  


“You know the driver usually does that…”  She climbed out gracefully and patted the wrinkles in  her dress down.  The driver stood by the door, standing there somewhat uselessly.  “I’ll call when we’re ready to be picked up.  You can park wherever you’d like and wait for us.”  She took one of Freddie’s hands and wrapped it around her waist, heading to the front door of the club.  


They paid the doorman their cover charge and headed downstairs, the large room glowing with ambient red light as well as the strobe and effects from the DJ booth.  The dancefloor was absolutely full, there were a few pool tables in a corner that were occupied by some guys that looked like regulars.  Freddie pulled Janeeza close and squeezed her hip a little.  This was actually the first time that he’d been to a place like this with a woman instead of getting dragged along with Dennis to find women after the fact.  She wrapped a wing around his back and squeezed his ass in his tight pants, making him jump and squawk a little.  “awk!  J-Janeeza…”  


[center][i]They say an end can be a start
Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive
It's like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that
There are things in my life that I can't control[/i][/center]


He squeezed her thigh again as he walked her towards the floor, laying his head against hers gently.  “So… Dance first?  Then what?”  


[center][i]They say love ain't nothing but a sore
I don't even know what love is
Too many tears have had to fall
Don't you know I'm so tired of it all
I have known terror dizzy spells
Finding out the secrets words won't tell
Whatever it is it can't be named
There's a part of my world that's fading away[/i][/center]


She turned her head and slid her hand up behind his head, running her fingers through his feathers.  “Why don’t we figure that out then, Fred?”  She pressed her lips to his beak and kissed him gently, stopping short and rubbing her nose against the tip of his beak, looking into his dark blue eyes, her golden orbs shimmering in the red light.  


[center][i]You know I don't want to be clever
To be brilliant or superior
True like ice, true like fire
Now I know that a breeze can blow me away
Now I know there's much more dignity
In defeat than in the brightest victory
I'm losing my balance on the tight-rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please[/i][/center]


“I…”  Freddie stared helplessly into her golden eyes and nodded, swallowing hard and wrapping both of his arms around her waist, pulling her into him.  “I think that can work.”  He kissed her back, opening his beak a little more, welcoming her into a deeper, longer kiss.  Her arms wrapped around his neck holding him closer to her as they kissed; they swayed softly, out of time with the music as the rest of the club throbbed together as one with the heavy beat.  


[center][i]If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know


Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times
But I'm feeding the enemy
I'm in league with the foe
Blame me for what's happening
I can't try, I can't try, I can't try[/i]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnHQGTApxH8[/center]




[center]-------------[/center]




Janeeza and Freddie walked out of the club wrapped around each other, laughing loudly and sharing a buzzed blush.  “They dyed you pink?!  PINK?” Janeeza dug through her purse for her cell phone as they stood under the awning, the rain running through the street and over the sidewalk like a broad, shallow brook.  “Yeah, come pick us up, we’re ready to head out.”  She hung up and stayed on her phone, clicking around to facebook. “I have to see this!”  


Freddie started to paw at her phone playfully, grabbing at it to pull it out of her hands.  “Nooo!  You don’t need to see that!”  He laughed as they wrestled over her phone, she finally let it go and wrapped her arms around his neck, biting down and gnawing.  


“Aaaahm!  RRRrrrRRrrrRrRr~”  As she chewed lightly on his neck he churred and wrapped his arms around her, holding her phone in one hand.  


“You’re so strange…”  He nuzzled against the side of her head and took a breath of her hair.  “So what do you want to do now?”


She let go of his neck and pulled away, turning towards the street where the limousine had finally pulled up.  “I guess back to my room is out of the question?”  She sat down in the door and scooted back into her seat, making room for Freddie. 


“It’s not out of the question…”  He sat down beside her and leaned over, nuzzling into her neck and planting little kisses along it.  “What were you thinking about doing?”  


“Just go, sit on the balcony and watch it rain… let what happens happen?”  She turned to him and gave him a kiss on the side of his beak.  


“Alright… what happens happens…”  He took her hand in his and held it tightly, burying his beak into her hair, into her neck, nuzzling as close as he could.  She wrapped her warm, velvety wings around him and sat back, pulling him over her to lay together in the back seat.  They rode the whole way wrapped up together, sharing eachother’s warmth and scent.  


When they got back to the hotel they were barely able to peel themselves apart.  Freddie backed out of the car and pulled Janeeza out by her hands, pulling her onto her feet and back into his arms.  He nodded to the driver who had opened the door for them, and pulled out his wallet, giving him a twenty dollar bill and put it back away in his tight back pocket.  “Thanks, man.”  The driver nodded and took the money, going around the car to drive away.  


“You know his tip is included in the charge, right?”  Janeeza licked the bottom of Freddie’s beak and started walking back to Napua Tower, pulling him by his hand through the main lobby and around to the tower’s lobby.


When they made it into the elevators this time, Freddie took initiative and wrapped her up in his wings, pulling her into his chest tightly.  She murred and buried her face between his pecs, taking in deep breaths of his scent.  After a few hours that they hadn’t particularly kept track of of dancing in a non-air-conditioned basement floor of a dance club, they had definitely worn through their deodorants and perfumes, letting their natural musky scents come out.  She smiled at his smell, the same that was on his hoodie.  It smelled warm, masculine, strong, but not overpowering, musky, but not sickeningly so.  Freddie enjoyed her scent as well; a sweet, somewhat acidic, fruity smell, like grapes or some like fruit.  He slipped out his tongue and licked across her neck, making her shiver and coo lightly into his chest.  


“Was it everything you hoped it’d be?”  She whispered before sliding her tongue across his chest, over his shirt.  


“It’s nice…”  He smiled and squeezed her into him as the doors opened, she pressed on his chest and broke his hold.  


“Come on!”  She giggled and bounced out towards her room, Freddie jogging behind her.  


When he caught up the door was open but the lights on this time.  Her dress was laying over the bar but her underwear was nowhere to be seen.  “I hope we’re not gonna repeat last night…”  He said aloud as he walked slowly towards the living room of her suite.  She came in from the bedroom in just his hoodie and her panties, walking behind him and straight to her bar. 


“I’m not going to wear the dress all night.”  She poured herself a glass of some blue liquor from the cabinet and sipped it turning back to face him.  “I can take this off too, if you want.”  She smirked, making him blush and turn his back, sitting on the couch facing the balcony and the storm.  


“So I guess I shouldn’t count on getting that hoody back, huh?”  He crossed his legs uncomfortably as he wiggled on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position.  


“I know you don’t like that outfit.  You should lose it too.  You’re wearing boxers, right?”  She walked over and jumped across the back of the couch to sit next to him.  “And it’s not like I haven’t seen you shirtless before.”  She wrapped her arm around his back and hooked it under his shirt, tugging it up slowly.  


“Janeeza… Come on…”  He pulled his shirt back down and looked down at her.  


“When we met you were in shorts and shirtless.  Stop acting like you’ve got a complex.”  She tugged his shirt up and he huffed, holding up his arms to help her lift it off.  She threw it across the room and smiled.  “Now for those pants.”  She smirked at him and reached her hand down, playing with his buckle deftly.  


“Hey!”  He laughed and grabbed her hand, pulling it up to his belly and holding it there firmly.  “I can handle that myself. These things are uncomfortable anyway.”  He kissed  her on the cheek and stood up, letting her arm slip off of him as he did. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoning Dennis’ much too tight pants.  


“Woooo that’s it baby, wiggle those tightpants off!”  Janeeza laughed and wolf whistled as she laid back on the arm of the couch.  “Give momma a show!”  She crossed her legs and took another drink of the deep blue liquor.  


Freddie laughed and jerked the pants off, twirling them around his head and shaking his hips.  “Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da~”  


“Hahaha!” Janeeza laughed loudly and started digging in the pocket of his hoodie with her free hand*  How much for a lapdance, sexy!?  Bring all ten pieces over here!”  She laughed hard before his jeans landed across her face.  “Ah!”  She pulled them off and looked around, seeing him flop his hind-end back on the couch.  “Asshole!”   She giggled and threw his pants back at him.  


Freddie swatted his pants away and crossed his legs reservedly.  He leaned back and put his arms across the back of the couch, looking out through the window to the sea.  “You know what?”  


She sat up a little and set her drink on the stand beside her.  “Hmm?”  Freddie jumped up and walked over to the bar.  She smiled watching him walk, anticipating whatever he was going to do next.  “Going to pour yourself a drink?”  She said, hoping he was starting to loosen up.  He reached back behind the bar and turned all the lights off in her room, leaving only the lightning and the moon to barely fill the room with pale light.  


“We can see the storm better with the lights off, right?”  He walked back over and bent down behind her, leaning over the back of the couch and wrapping his wings around her.  She shook her head with a smile and wrapped her arms up behind his head, pulling him down to nestle the top of her head under his chin.  


A bolt of lightning shot through the sky and struck the ocean.  It seemed so bright without any of the interfering light in the way.  When it touched the water it didn’t have the destructive force behind it that it would seem from watching.  The electricity flowed across the surface, a spiderwebbing, electrical glow spreading across the waves before finally dissipating.  They watched for the longest time, and more strikes landed, each one creating a unique pattern like electric snowflakes on the churning waves. 


“You know what would be amazing?”  Janeeza broke what felt like an eternity’s worth of silence.  


“What’s that?”  Freddie whispered as he lowered his head down to her shoulder, nuzzling against her cheek.  


“We should go down to the beach and watch this… The rain is warm… and it’s so beautiful… it reminds me of home, almost.”  She stroked his headfeathers and licked lightly across his beak.  


“I didn’t bring my trunks with me… You can go put your bikini on if you want and I’ll just go in my boxers.”  He let his hands stroke over her stomach through his hoodie.  


She stood up and started slipping his hoodie off as she walked to the sliding glass door leading outside.  As she threw it aside lightning struck again, brightly silhouetting her body through her own wings.  She hopped up onto the railing and spread her wings out, looking back at him.  “Come on, let’s go!”  She turned back and leapt off, gliding through the rain gracefully towards the beach.  


Freddie shivered a little, watching her move and watching her fly.  She was beautiful, and the way she moved was majestic, let alone how she flied: arms outstretched, back straight, head up, her hair flowing behind her as she floated through the sky almost effortlessly. He shook his head as she disappeared from his vision and he snapped back to reality.  “W-wait for me!”  He ran out and lept to the railing, jumping off with one foot and flapping up into the air after her.  


When he finally made it to the beach she was already landed, facing him with arms wide open as if she was going to catch him.  He just now noticed she wasn’t wearing a top, and blushed hard as he flapped to a stop, putting his feet under him as he let himself slowly fall to the sand.  He landed with a quiet grunt, and before he could stand up straight and catch his balance he was tackled to the ground by the bat he’d been following around for the last two days.  She pinned his wrists down to the sand and pressed her nose to his beak, staring down into his eyes sternly.  


“Uh…”  He looked back up at her, the warm rain gently massaging their bodies, patting lightly against her wings as they covered the most of him.  “Hi.” 


She rolled off of him and laid on her back beside him, still holding one of his hands as she did.  Freddie didn’t dare move, but just held her hand, looking up at the inky black sky.  He turned his head to look at her and his eyes shot wide as he was surprised by seeing her looking right back, immediately locking eyes with him.  “Hi.”  She winked and smiled at him, making him swallow and turn away quickly.  She laughed silently to herself and rolled onto her side, pulling his arm under her head and pressing her bare chest against his side.  “So… Freddie… what do you want to do tomorrow?”


He sighed and wrapped his arm around, rubbing her back as she laid on his chest.  “Well… thinking about it I need to leave soon… the ship departs at 9pm for Hilo… and I have to be there in the morning to work.”  


“You work on the ship?  Well… what time do you need to be onboard?”  She threw her other arm across him, stroking his chest and stomach slowly, tracing his muscles with her fingers.  


“Ten… Running fitness seminars.  Why?”  He turned his head down, nuzzling against the top of her head.  


“Well, if you’re willing to spend the night-”  She turned up to face him. “-no funny business, I promise-”  She said with playful disdain, making the scouts’ salute. “-We can go to Hilo together in the morning.  It’d be a nice trip and I hear it’s pretty… we could spend the afternoon and evening exploring the island again.”  She laid her head back down on his chest, nuzzling into his feathers, their natural qualities keeping them dry and warm. 


“That sounds like it’d be awesome, Janeeza.”  He smiled up at the sky as she continued to trace his muscles and nestle into him.  “I’m sorry I’m not up to everything you may want.  It’s selfish and I’m wierd and a killjoy and probably a lot of other stuff…”  


She laughed a little and reached up, grabbing his beak and shaking his head around playfully.  “You most definitely are, Fred.  But…”  She pulled his beak down and gave him a kiss, looking in his eyes.  “You’re alright.  I like you, and I’ve had fun.  I mean, it’s not like I couldn’t get [i]that[/i] kind of fun anytime… This is something I haven’t got a chance at before.  And I like it.”  He nodded looking down at her, and she let go of his beak.  She grabbed his other arm and pulled it over her, pulling him onto his side to cover her with his wing, and burying her face in his chest.  “Let’s just lay like this for a little while, then we can go shower and go to bed, okay?”  


Freddie nodded and tucked her head under his chin, wrapping his wings around her tightly as the rain fell around them, and the lightning struck the ocean.  




END


TO BE CONTINUED




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PICS AND REFS AND STUFF


Anne’s phallic hygene products:
 


Vince’s hair and facial hair:







FREDDIE’S DESIGNS
 Los Eternos=Los Gemelos=
Boinayel=NOPICYET:  Crying cloud basically.   OWL=connected with birth and origin of life.
Water/ocean=interlocking spirals


Dennis’ clothes








LAYLAS DRESS DAY 5

I MADE  CHARACTAR  HER NAME IS ‘ALEPO’I SHE”S A FAHKIN ATLANTIC SPOTTED DALFIN:




[a]Nathan McKendry:
I'd tone down the size a bit. Yvette's not very experienced back there, and "equine" would likely cause some tearing.
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Kemo sabe:
altered it
[b]Desphiria Elanesse:
you mean metal?
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Kemo sabe:
No, that buldge in the middle of horsedicks is called the "medial ring"
[c]Desphiria Elanesse:
comma
[d]Desphiria Elanesse:
There
[e]Desphiria Elanesse:
this, is SO funny
[f]Desphiria Elanesse:
<-- *points*
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Kemo sabe:
lol
[g]Blasto TheHanar:
doesn't have a purse later in the scene
[h]Blasto TheHanar:
did have a purse earlier in scene
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Kemo sabe:
yes?  And thank you for noticing this I do this stuff a LOT
[i]Kemo sabe:
lillytheopossum wanted a cameo here don't forget it