July 6, 2013

Anne Gunnarsdottir, Freddie Colón, and Dennis Harper had a long day.  They had to arrive before dawn, boarding with the crewmembers for whatever god awful reason.  Dennis and Freddie had gone straight to bed from their meeting where they were given their employee ids and explained their arrangements.  Starting on the seventh they were to perform two two hour seminars a day, one at ten am and another at two pm.  

They had asked Anne to do the workout she used to do when she was fighting and she just laughed at them.  When she was fighting she ate a milkshake of all her necessary nutrients down to the milligram for breakfast, then worked for four hours non-stop moving between strength training, stretching, aerobics, and back through the list.  Then she ate lunch, another calculated and balanced meal, this time with solids along with the milkshake, followed by another four hours of bag work and sparring, no breaks, no rests, only water when she needed it.  After that was dinner, where she treated herself to sixteen ounces of whatever food she would like, regardless of caloric content, and then go for a run until she felt like she wanted to sleep.  She asked them if they thought anyone would really show up for a 12-hour seminar of weights, stretching, aerobics, sparring and bagwork, finished off with two or three hours of running.  

They decided on a simple workout based around the one she uses to train her beginner fighters, cut down to a two hour class.  Fifteen minutes of aerobics followed by another fifteen of stretching, followed by an hour of instruction on technique, then a half an hour of sparring, with the instructors and other passengers, depending on how well they were coming along.  The ship had a enough gloves, feet and helmets for 50 people, and had buckets upon buckets of claw covers in all different sizes.  

While the boys had been released to go ahead to their rooms and sleep for awhile, Anne took responsibility for checking the state of the equipment and being sure everything was ready.  They had all the necessary equipment, but the gym was poorly organized and the floorspace wasn’t well-utilized.  She spent a good forty-five minutes moving exercise cycles and treadmills to a better system, making room on the floor.  Then she went to the store room, going through and checking each set of gloves, each set of feet, and each helmet.  An hour later she finally finished, and stood up from her chair and stretched.  It was pretty early and there was still a while before the rest of the passengers would board, so she decided to get her own workout out of the way before the day got underway.  

As luck had it she didn’t keep many very feminine undergarments, so she was pretty much always in a sports bra and compression short.  She stripped down out of her khakis and bluish blouse, hanging them on the handles of an exercise bike.  She got onto a treadmill and started off with her run.  She felt like she had done enough weight lifting while she was moving the machinery.  She did a mile walk, getting herself warmed up and stretched out.  She then jogged a mile, easing on into it, and then she bumped it up to a good run, her heavy weight thudding loudly with every step.  The machine whirred loudly from the stress of moving under her.  It sounded new, like it hadn’t been properly broken in yet.  

Most of the equipment on the ship looked like it was brand new, even though it was a few years old.  It somewhat frustrated her that she was making do in her gym with decade old half-broken equipment while they had for all intents and purposes thrown away all of these amazing new machines to rot and rust from disuse.  But that’s the way the world works.  The money she was making from this trip would make her a few thousand dollars, so she could have some of her equipment repaired and maybe repaint the outside so it looks a little less like an abandoned warehouse.  

She ran absent-mindedly, letting her thoughts wander.  Through the large front window she began to see people milling about, which snapped her back into the real world.  She looked down at the display on the treadmill to see exactly how long she had been running.  She had been on the treadmill for two hours and nineteen minutes, and had ran almost twenty-nine miles.  She slowed the machine down gradually, jogging a half mile and then walking the last, finishing at exactly thirty miles.  She didn’t hurt much now, which let her know that she was going to hurt bad later.  

She threw her blouse and khakis over her shoulder and headed to her room to take a shower before heading to the hot tub where she could let herself soak and let her muscles heal.  As she walked down the side of the ship she got more than a few stares from other passengers.  She had a good stride going, not really needing to navigate the crowd of newly-boarded because of her size and imposing figure.  They mostly just got out of her way.  

Vincent O’Donnell was getting mildly frustrated.  He was tired and hungry from the long day of flying and running back and forth and being forced to explore the ship with his father, and frustrated and blueballed by the incident on the plane when some strange girl starting a petting session with him which got quickly cut short by the bitch of a flight attendant. 

”With floor-to-ceiling windows, open air decks, and off-the-beaten-path outdoor spaces, there are plenty of peaceful places to take in the waves, sunrise to...“ Larry O’Donnell went on, reading almost word for word out of the brochures.  

“I’m gonna fucking hang myself…”  Vincent murmured under his breath, every word bouncing around painfully in his skull almost like he was hungover.  The people all around them were moving, and out of curious reflex he stepped out and turned to see what was going on behind him.  He was met with a mass of skin tight, wet, glistening black fabric, so tight he could swear he could make out lips… for about half a moment, before the muscled mass smacked right into his nose knocking him onto his ass.  “FUCK!”  He rubbed his muzzle trying to get the pain to go away, but he was immediately hit by the sharp, strong scent of female sweat.  It was sweet, and very strong in his nose.  It made his ears and nose blush bright crimson, and his pants tighten.  He looked up to see the huge tower of brown fur in front of him, muscles on muscles showing even through the luscious fur, which was matted with sweat and dripping in places.  Anne looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, her eyes just saying, get out of my way, before glancing down between his legs and giving a slight nod and looking up at him with a frightening predatory smile.  

Vince shut his legs instinctively but before he could cover himself Larry grabbed him up by the scruff of the neck and pulled him to his feet. “Are you alright, Vince?”  He looked up at her and smiled, rubbing his son’s head.  “Apologize for standing in the lady’s way.”  Vince just stared up at her, unable to believe how huge she was.  

Anne reached down and ruffled his hair, making him flinch a little.  He felt like a child compared to her, his head fitting in her hand like it was nothing.  “It’s okay.  I need to watch where I’m going more.”  She smiled at larry, looking him over and smiling at him.  She looked down at Vince and patted his head.  “Maybe if you had’ve eaten your veggies and drunk all your milk you would’ve gotten big and strong like your dad here and people wouldn’t walk all over you.”  She turned back down the hall and started walking back to her room again, her ass swinging as her claws clicked on the wooden floors.  

Vincent’s cheeks were red under his fur.  He clenched his fists at his sides.  How the HELL does she get off talking to me like that?!  He thought to himself, still staring at her ass as she walked away before finally losing it in the sea of people, although her head was still far above anyone else.  Her scent burned in his nose, by itself turning him on almost as much as the pup on the plane.  And the thought that he was so close, only paper-thin fabric between his muzzle and her pussy… “Hey dad, I’m not feeling good, okay?  Can I just please go to the room?”  

Anne smiled as she finally stepped into her room, throwing her khakis on the bed and stripping her sports bra and shorts as quickly as she could.  She licked her lips as she turned on the shower and waited.  There’s only… two thousand people on this ship…  She picked a purple jelly toy off the bathroom counter and stepped into the steaming shower.  She rubbed the soft bumpy toy up and down against her full black lips and murred to herself, pinching one of her pert nipples between her claws.  She was going to have fun this trip.  

BREAK

	Dennis jumped out of bed at two in the afternoon, panicked as he heard people mulling about outside.  He wanted to be in the pool by noon, ready and on display for all the girls on day one.  Fuck!  I’m almost two hours late! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…  He stripped himself as quickly as he could and pulled on a black and white pair of D&G swim trunks his parents had bought him for the trip.  They had gotten white, black, blue, and red for him, they were tight and fit  him very well, showing his muscles off quite well while still covering him as much as possible.  He went to the bathroom and checked himself out.  The black shorts popped very well against his bright orange/yellow fur and the dark, reddish, chocolate-toned skin on his arms and wings.  

	“Goddamn I’m a sexy man…”  He said as he started flexing his muscles.  He didn’t have the largest muscles, but he was toned, he was lithe, and he was flexible.  He couldn’t have had more than 5% body fat and that as just how he liked it.  He picked up his bottle of cocoa butter and squeezed a large dollop in his hands.  He rubbed the smooth cream all over his furless wings and arms, getting in every nook and cranny.  He had tanned before the trip, so he needed minimal sunscreen now.  Just a little dollop on his nose and the insides of his ears and he was set.  

	Once he was done he put his phone in the waist of his shorts and put on another of his parents’ gifts, a Paul Smith straw hat.  He strutted out of his room and started towards Freddie’s.  The secondary goal to this trip, besides getting himself as much tail as possible, was to try and get Freddie to loosen up and have some fun too.  He walked across the hallway and knocked hard on Freddie’s door. “Come on man let’s go to the pool!”  Dennis looked around at the people walking around in the halls, especially a cute little mouse girl that was running around with a sugar glider.  He licked his lips as he watched them go by, bending a little to watch their asses as they walked away.  “Ooooh hell yes…”  He turned back to the door and banged on it some more.  “Fred!  Fred Colón!  Shit.”  He finally gave up, and started walking to the main pool.  Maybe he went on without me.  

	The ship was full, and there was more than a few sexy women.  There were mares, cats, dogs, there was even a teen-looking moose that looked absolutely delicious.  Dennis absolutely strutted to the main pool, his straw colored chest pushed out, showing the outlines of his toned muscles.  He got a few looks his way and got his ego inflated with everyone.  It’s not as though his back and headfur wasn’t bright reddish gold, the afternoon sun over the ocean making him stand out even more.  

	Once he got to the pool he took a good look around.  There were more than a few pretty ladies hanging around and in the pool already.  There was a particularly lovely shark in the pool, but she looked to be around Anne’s size, and besides that Dennis had learned his lesson about sharks the hard way.  There was a bunny sitting  at the side sunning herself.  She was cute enough, had great legs, and a nice butt that was stuck out to see while she laid on her belly reading a book. Then again… Book… No go, at least not right now.  Girls who read aren’t usually the type to want to pair up on the first day.  He kept walking around, looking around, checking for any particularly lovely ladies.  

	Hanging around at the side, leaning against the railing, was a hummingbird.  She was skinny, Her wings and body were green, and her head was a golden brownish color, with pretty light yellow eyes.  In baggy clothes and a few hemp accessories with a fanny pack hanging on her hip.  She looked like one of the last hippie holdouts that ran around all through the 80’s before hipsters finally started to take over.  Hippie… I can work with this.  Dennis walked over to her and made a peace sign, smiling.  “So… You like hemp?”

	The hummingbird looked up at him with a slight raised eyebrow.  “Back off, dopehead.”  She turned back to the pool, watching the other people moving around.  

“What?  Peace and free love, right?”  He put on an embarrassingly stereotypical pothead hippie accent.  

"Yeah. I'm free to love someone else. You're not my type."  She chirped frustrated. 

"Aww…”  Dennis made a playfully sad groan.  “Well what's your type then?"

"Look, man, not playing hard to get.”  She looked up at him waving him off.  “You're scaring off all the cuties"

"I can't be scaring em ALL off…”  Dennis smiled and leaned against the railing on his elbow.  “You're still here..."  He winked at her in possibly the most cheesy way possible.  

“Not for much longer, freako.”  She growled a little under her breath, at least as much as a bird can growl.  

“Hey, I can take no for an answer…”  He put his back to the railing and looked out over the pool, watching the girls swimming around and lounging in the hot tubs.  

The hummingbird rolled her eyes and looked up at him. "Fine then, let me spell it out for you. Do you have a cock?"

“Hell yes I do!”  Dennis said proudly.  “Big one, too.” 

 "Then I've got no use for you! Now fuck off."  She punched him in the side and stomped away, heading for another spot where she could watch the girls.  

Dennis took it fairly well and dusted himself off, more concerned that no one else saw that.  He did a quick glance around under his hat, decided no one had noticed, and went back to his hunting.  Finally, he saw her.  She was a rabbit, white with black/grey tips to her flop ears, and long black hair.  The bangs were braided into two short ponytails framing her cute face, which was white aside from a diamond-shaped mark over her nose.  Her arms were slender, having black gloves matching the black on her ears.  What caught Dennis’ eyes more than anything were her bright blue eyes.  She looked like the spitting image of book girl, though.  They had to be sisters. 

	Dennis chuckled to himself and thought about it as he walked towards her jacuzzi.  Sisters!  They could even be twins!  He figured if he played his cards right, he may be able to finagle his way into bed with both of them.  First thing first though, he needed into that hot tub.  

A shadow on the deck went by quickly, and everyone began looking up to the sky, trying to trace what was casting it.  Dennis lifted up his wing, shielding his sensitive eyes as he scanned the cloudless skies.  “Fucking Freddie!”  He said under his breath.  He looked back around at everyone pointing, some people taking pictures and video on their phone.  Thanks, man.  He thought as he started walking to the distracted bunny’s jacuzzi.  

She was leaned over the side watching Freddie glide over the top of the ship with her back to him.  She was wearing a full top instead of a bikini, but she looked kind of flat so that was okay, especially if she had a rear like her sister’s.  He took his phone out of his waistband and put it down beside the hot tub as he slide in across from the cute white rabbit.  

“Hi there!”  He took his hat off and sat it on top of his phone.  

The rabbit jumped a little, surprised that someone had slipped into the hot tub with her.  “Umm…” She turned and looked at him, with a cute, reserved smile.  “Hi.”

“Hope you don’t mind sharing your hot tub with me.”  Dennis leaned back against the side of the tub, flexing his arms and chest as the bubbles started to form around him.  

She giggled and leaned back, twirling her hair as she checked him out.  “No, it’s okay.  I’m Zhane.”  

“I’m Dennis!  Dennis Harper!”  He spread out his wings under the water, letting the warmth fill up his wings and massage the thin membrane.  

“It’s nice to meet you!”  She looked at his large wings for a while, then looked back up at him.  “So… can you fly?”  

“Can I fly?”  He laughed.  “Well… I can’t just flap around like he does… Bats are mostly gliders.  We climb to a big high spot and jump off.  Buuuuuut… I can get good enough lift to touch the top of a 3 or 4 story building.”  He smiled proudly, flexing a little.  

“That’s so cool!”  She squee’d a little, an excited smile on her face.

“It kinda is!  And before you ask, no, I can’t take passengers.”  He gave her a wink laughing as he started getting relaxed.  He had this one in the bag.  

She giggled at him and smiled, batting her long eyelashes at him.  “I’ve never met a bat before…  What are your wings like?  They look so cooool!”  She leaned forward and poked the membrane a little. “It feels so cool…”  

“It’s kind of sensitive too.”  He blushed a little under his straw colored fur.  

She giggled and gave a mischevious little smile, and moved over next to him, wrapping herself up in his wing.  “It’s so warm and smooth~”  She cooed.  

Wrapped up in his wing, Dennis could feel the shape of her body.  She DOES have her sister’s ass!  Dennis fist-pumped in victory and smiled to himself, pulling her closer until their hips touched.  “You like it?”  

“Yes!  It feels so wierd and cool and nice!”  She wiggled against his side, not pulling away just rubbing up against him and getting more comfortable.  

“Well I think your fur feels really good too.”  Dennis laughed looking down into her face, smiling confidently as his long fingers squeezed around her waist and lightly on her rump.  

“Oh really?”  Her paw reached down and rubbed his smooth leg, stroking up and down it gently, her furred paws tickling him.

“Heh… yeah…”  He leaned into her and gave her ear a little nip, making her squeek and giggle before squeezing his thigh, pricking him a little with her thighs.  Dennis jumped a little from the pricks and murred at her, licking up her ear a little.  “Stop that!”  She giggled and pushed at his chest playfully, leaning in closer than she pushed.  “If my sister sa-”  She was cut off by Dennis leaning in and kissing her on the lips, a quick peck before pulling back.  

“If she sees what?  You’re on vacation, it’s time for just hanging out and having fun, right?”  He smiled and pulled her a little closer, and she looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and a little smirk.  

“Hehe, what kind of fun are you thinking about, mister bat?”  She whispered in his ear as she rested one paw on his side gently, stroking her claws up and down his ribs while the other rested back on his thigh, squeezing it.  

“Hmmm… the kind that’s hard to get away with in a hot tub…”  He smirked and looked around, making a show of it.  “But I don’t see anyone around…”  He reached around to the front of her chest and rubbed over her small breasts.  She was mostly flat, if not completely, but she had nice perky nipples he could feel through her rash guard.  

She moaned quietly and slid the hand on his thigh up, her fingers playing with the leg of his trunks.  “I wonder how high that smooth skin goes, hmm?”  She started slipping her hand up his trunks as he kept rubbing and teasing her nipples through her rash guard, his large wing squeezing her rump trying to pull her closer.  He was already starting to get hard, his thick shaft inching it’s way out of his relatively short sheath. As her hand inched up his leg, closer and closer to his sheath, she stopped and quickly pulled her paw out.  “The smooth only goes up to the bend of your leg!”  She smiled innocently at him.  “I thought so.”

He looked down at her a little confused, but mostly staying composed to avoid breaking this up yet.  “Hehe, maybe I should look under here to see where the fur stops.”  He smiled and started to tug up at the bottom of her rash guard.  

“Nuh uh!”  She said, resting her hand straight on his crotch, giving the exposed 4 inches a teasing rub through his trunks.  “Oooh… this isn’t all you’ve got, is it?”  She gave it a squeeze and could feel it throbbing bigger in her hand.  

“N-no… You’d be surprised…” He said, smirking proudly.  

“Oh?  Well what could I do…”  She asked as she slipped herself easily in the water onto his lap, resting the hardening shaft right between her cheeks, rubbing against the smooth fabric of her boyshorts.  “...to get my surprise?”  She wiggled her rump side to side under the water on his lap, making him gasp a little as he spread his arms back on the sides of the tub, his member throbbing painfully as it was contained inside the prison of his trunks.  

“Th-that right there should get it for you very soon…”  The tip poked painfully against the waist of his boxers, making him wince a little.  “It-the waist of my boxers… can you, umm… can you just let the tip out… I’m about to rip my trunks…”  

“OOooh it’s that big?”  Zhane reached back with both hands, each one fumbling around until they found the strings of his shorts, and tugged them, the tip of his cock instantly popping free of their fabric prison, 7 inches already and still throbbing to size.  Her fingers slide over the fabric, beginning to ease their way up to his bare flesh, slowly, agonizingly.  Dennis could feel her claws dragging.  Just a little more, almost there...

“ZHANE!”  A harsh female voice yelled from just behind Dennis.  

Zhane jumped at the yell and her hands moved away instantly to cover her chest.  “Lena!”  She leaned back looking straight up, her head against Dennis’ chest.  Dennis looked up to see the nearly identical sister, mostly the same accept she was better endowed in the chest.  

“H-Hey!”  Dennis blushed hard but was trying to recover, trying to hold in his nervous stutter as Zhane still sat on his swelling cock.  “S-so you must be Lena?  Zhane’s sister?  Why don’t sit down in the tub for a minute a-”

“What the hell are you doing Zhane?!”  Lena yelled down at her, completely ignoring Dennis.  “I tell you to stay out of trouble and when I look up from my book this is going on?  You’re dry humping a stranger?!”  

“LEEEEENAAAAA It’s not that bad!”  Zhane whined.  “He’s nice, and really cute!  And he even says he can fly… OOH!”  Zhane grabbed Dennis’ arm and lifted it straight up, making him squeek surprised.  “Feel it!  His wings are so funny feeling.  And he said they’re really sensitive!  Isn’t it cool!?”

Lena glared down at Dennis.  “Oh, are they really, REALLY sensitive?”  

	“U-um… yeah… you can touch it if you-GAAAAH!”  She pinched his wing hard and twisted it before letting it go, making him pull it close and rub it with the other hand.  

	“I don’t care.  Now come on Zhane.  I’m hungry.”  Lena snapped her fingers and pointed at the ground beside her feet.  “Now.”  

	“Hey, listen, maybe I come get lunch with you in a bit?  I’ll pay and everything.  I feel like we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.”

	“I’m tired of this.”  Lena dropped down to a knee and grabbed Dennis’ hand making him flinch.  “Aww, did I scare you?”  She glared at him and rolled her eyes before she shoved his hand firmly between Zhanes legs.  

	“He-hey!”  He tried to pull away, but he felt something funny… “GAH!”  He jumped away and lifted Zhane off of his lap, Lena catching her and pulling her up and out of the hot tub.  “Th-that… Zhane’s a-?!”  

	As Lena pulled Zhane up out of the hot tub his barely masculine figure was more obvious, a slight bulge in the front of his boy shorts.  “Sorry Dennis!”  He looked over his shoulder and waved, giving a wink as Lena dragged him away by the wrist.

	Dennis slumped in the hot tub, and just sat there staring out to the ocean.  He looked down and crossed his legs, trying to hide his fully engorged, thirteen inch, rock hard, and very confused boner.  

BREAK

	Freddie’s arms and chest were burning, his lungs felt like they were on fire.  His back was hot from the sun and he was thirsty.  He was sure he’d been flying for at least 10 minutes now.  More than enough of a workout for the day.  He looked down and decided that he’d go for the front of the ship.  If he missed the landing the worst thing that could happen would be that he would roll into a wall or something.  If he missed on the back end he was going straight into the water, and there’s no getting back in the air with wet feathers.  

	He started descending, making it seem almost effortless as he swooped down the side of the ship.  He glided towards the forward deck, legs under him, slowing himself down to match pace with the ship.  He finally brought his wings in letting him fall, his weight on his feet, stumbling a little before standing straight up.  A perfect landing.  He looked around, this deck had a hot tub and a few loungers, and only a few of the people that had boarded had decided to visit the pools and hot tubs.  There wasn’t anyone here yet, so he decided to take advantage of the solitude.  He slipped off his shirt and his baggy shorts, standing in his boxers, and stepped down into the hot tub, all the way up to his chin, letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles.  

	He stared up at the sky, staring into the empty blueness.  He shut his eyes and let his mind wander, thinking back on the last year and a half.  It would be another semester before his academic probation would be over, before he could start class again.  He felt the dull pain in his ribs again, that always came back when he remembered.  It had to be in his head, he knew it.  He was completely healed, it didn’t hurt when he exercised or when he wrestled.  The crack in his beak had grown out a long time ago, but he could swear he could still feel it when he licked the inside of his mouth.  He could still taste blood and vomit and vodka.  He opened his eyes again and took a deep breath, letting go in a deep sigh.  The horn blowed, calling for everyone to board before the ship set sail.  He was still alone on that deck so he climbed out and shook himself dry, his feathers all puffing as they shucked the water off of them.

	Freddie looked around to either side, checking there was still no one around before dropping his soaked boxers.  He didn’t show much, being a bird.  His “bits”  were all internal, his penis inside a vent instead of a sheath, which was covered in downy feathers. He quickly pulled his other shorts up and pulled his shirt on, wringing out his boxers and heading back towards his room.  It wasn’t very late, and he wasn’t hungry.  He wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted to do with the rest of his day.  He didn’t want to just sit in his room for 3 hours until dinner with Freddie and Anne but he wasn’t really the type to hang out in a lounge or at the disco.  

	He walked to a map that was up on the wall, looking over the different attractions on the ship.  “Okay…”  The theatre was the closest but there wasn’t a show there that he knew of.  The Windjammer was there but he wasn’t hungry.  He didn’t feel comfortable hanging out at the teen disco either, although the lack of drunks made him feel like he would like it better than the twenty-one and up disco.  He didn’t want to go swimming or sit in a hot tub.  He wasn’t wearing trunks anyway.  He didn’t have enough money to visit the casino.  The library could work…  

	“There’s an arcade?”  He cocked his head at the map for a moment before reaching down into his pocket and pulling out his wallet.  The velcro ripped loudly as he opened it and looked in.  “Hmmm…”  He clawed through the bills counting them seeing what cash he had.  “Thirty-seven dollars… That’ll work.”  He shut it with a flick of his wrist and put it back in his pocket, heading for the arcade.  

	The arcade was the first part of the ship Freddie had been to that was already alive and bustling.  Now to kill two hours with thirty-seven dollars.   Pinball?  No.  InitialD?  No.  There was a huge 4-person multiplayer cabinet for a silly looking tank game by namco, but it was full. InitialD had someone in it already too, a fox man with his little girl.  She was bouncing on his lap as the cart moved around and bounced along with the car onscreen, squeaking and yipping as she bounced.  It was cute.  

	There was a tabletop Namco machine with all the old games.  Maybe a little Rolling Thunder later…  That was definitely something he’d come back to.  They had the standard shooters, Aliens: Extermination and Terminator: Salvation, but with a surprising collection of all the Time Crisis-es, from 1-4.  There was a line almost through the door for those, with dozens of quarters lined up on the machines.  It looks like the kids on this trip had to get their video game kick somewhere since they left their consoles at home.  

	“OH HEEEEEEEEEEEY-ULLLL YES!  DIS MAH JAAAAAAAYUM!”  A high pitched, almost purring voice yelled out from the back corner of the arcade, over some crappy dance remix of some Peaches song.  

	Freddie had to go see what was going on back there.  There was a tall lion tiger crossbreed in her late 20s,  dress in ‘80 punk style, wearing loose fitting, faded jeans with hole in the knees and a Motorhead concert-T. Her dark brown headfur was cut short, barely longer than her orange body fur. She was dancing with a little spottycat that looked like she couldn’t have been more than ten.  The grown-up was dancing like she had no cares, her eyes closed, spinning with her tail lashing too-and-fro as her paws bounced across the dance pad, hitting each mark with choreographed precision timing, like she spent hours practicing the moves. “And that is how you do it.” 

	The little brown kitten huffed and jumped down, a her shoulders shrugged up and her arms crossed in front of her.  She was wearing a light, very thin dress over a cartoon-character swimsuit.  She was light brown with tan speckles all over her shoulders and thighs, her tail and eartips were tan, too.  She didn’t look sad, just… dejected.  Like she was on the verge of throwing an angry tantrum.  The liger was completely unaware, going on to play a different song, paying no attention whatsoever.  

	Freddie walked up and patted her head, smiling down at her.  “You want me to beat the lady for you?”

	“I don’t care.  She cheated!”  She huffed loudly and ran off, her long tail waving behind her. 

 Freddie chuckled a bit and walked to the machine.  He climbed up and put a dollar in, buying two credits.  As in the game as the liger was, it was hard to ignore a bright green, yellow, red and blue parrot right next to her.  She raised an eyebrow as he picked the same song she had.  “You like De-sire, Trip Machine?”  

	“Nope.”  He kept watching the screen as he stretched out his legs.  

	She shrugged and turned back to the machine as the song queued up. Freddie started bouncing a little trying to catch the rhythm of the song before the arrows started floating up from the bottom of the screen.  He dropped his weight getting ready, looking like he was bracing for a fight.  The liger on the other hand rocked back and forth idly with her eyes shut, relaxed and loose.  When the music started and the arrows started flying Freddie went at it like a machine.  His legs flew underneath him, hitting them fast and hard as his torso stayed still, his eyes focused on the screen.  The liger danced like no one was watching, giving it her all while still hitting every arrow perfectly.  

	Freddie watched her out of the corner of his eyes, doing his best to keep track of the dozens of arrows on screen.  She HAS to have this song memorized!  

	As the song went on their scores went up, point for point, staying almost unbelievable even.  A small crowd of tweens and kids in the arcade gathered around them, watching the only two adults in the place competing in their complete opposite styles.  The song finally ended and the points were still rising at the final multipliers were counted.  Simultaneously both sides of the machine rang out “PERFECT!!!!” and fanfares with fireworks in the background played.  

	Freddie panted looking over at the liger, a slight glare in his eyes.  “How the hell did you do that?”  

	“Lots of practice!”  She jumped down still relaxed and bouncey.  “Come on, turkey, I got next at Time Crisis.”  She whipped his ass with her tail, still a little taller than him even though he was still standing up on the machine.  

	What the fuck is with this chick?  Freddie jumped down and followed her to the bay of Time Crisis machines.  “Are you-”  She shoved the blue gun into his chest knocking the breath out of him as her finger pressed against his beek.  

	“Shhh… No talking now… Only shooting terrorists.”  She turned to the screen immediately and started shooting at the screen, leaving him staring at her with one high eyebrow and his head tilted, incredibly confused.  After watching her for about a minute, standing with her left side angled to the  game, with her right foot back and knees slightly bent, in an obvious boxer stance, she held the red pistol in her right hand cradling the grip in her left, with her elbow pointed down. Tilting her head to the right with both eyes open, she looked down the barrel with her left, scanning the screen. With practiced timing and micro movements, the pistol  traveled around the screen snapping out shots,dropping only inches to the cabinet for reloads. Her concentration was a stark contrast to the free, energized moments only moments ago.  She was getting close to dying.  She was on the highest difficulty and going alone in Time Crisis is never a good time.  

He jumped in and started blowing up the explosive barrels while she held onto cover, finally yelling, “MEDPACK!” when health came up for her to jump out and grab.

“Thanks turkey!”  She came back up and continued her expert shooting. 

“My name is Freddie, not turkey!”  He was much more animated at this game, jumping and dodging like bullets were really flying.  

“GAAAAH!” They yelled in unison as the game finally ended, both of them dying in the same pixelated, fiery explosion.  
	“Welp, that was fun.”  Freddie dropped his plastic pistol back in it’s saddle and started to walk away.  

	“Hell no!”  He felt a large fuzzy hand grip his shoulder and start pulling him towards the racing cabinets before throwing him down into one, with a deep bucket seat, belts, and even a functioning shift knob.  “You’re the only decent challenger in this place!”  

	He felt the machine start to vibrate under him as the hydraulics under the seat lifted him up.  He quickly buckled himself in and fed the machine a dollar.  He looked over at the liger who was picking out from the heavy muscle cars, making almost orgasmic-sounding purrs and growls as she cycled through the selection.  Freddie shook his head and started looking through the pickup trucks.  I’m gonna be here awhile… He smiled and selected a red Dakota, taking it stock as the liger went in depth to the customization options for her Mustang to match it up to the classic Terlingua.  

	The Dakota wasn’t the fastest car in the game, but Freddie had the home-version of this game, and he knew how it handled, how it drove, how it behaved.  He could beat his cousins back home when they played with Ferraris and Zondas, so he was sure he could handle this crazy cat lady in some old Ford.  He couldn’t have been more wrong.  She picked a simple round track.  They queued up and the tree lights came on screen.  Yellow… Yellow… Yellow… GREEN!  Freddie slammed it into first and stomped the gas pedal.  He lurched forward in first gear as the tachometer bounced on the redline, his jaw slacked as the heavy old Ford rocketed off the line. The clicking of the clutch and accelerator could be heard over the game as she shifted through the gears.  

	He slammed down on the clutch and smacked it up into second, never letting off the gas as he tried in vain to catch up with her.  By the time he had come around and got back to driving she was almost half the track ahead of him already.  At the end of five laps he was barely on her bumper.  “HAHAHAHA Looks like I win again, turkey!”  She jumped up out of her seat and bounced on her paws, fists pumping and tail whipping behind her.  Freddie got out, stretching his legs.  The vibrating and hard rocks the seat gave when he continuously bumped into walls had made his ass numb.  

	“Goddamnit my name is Freddie!”  He yelled with a chuckle.  “What next?”  He walked up to her, watching her… flamboyant celebration with begrudging patience.  

	“What do you mean?”  She stopped suddenly and looked at him with feigned, overacted critical expression.  “You’re not as good as I thought you were.  I don’t know if I want to play with your sorry ass anymore.”  She poked him roughly in the chest and started walking to the pinball machines with a triumphant swing in her hips.  

	“Fuck that!”  He followed her to the front corner where there were six pinball machines, two of each kind; Doctor Who, Futurama, and WWE.  The last set was obviously a matched one: one with a massive picture of John Cena and a board themed after his wrestling victories, and the other with Randy Orton, with the same basic theme.  Each set of machines had identical setups on the board, even though the art was different.  

	The liger was already bellied up to the Doctor Who starting up a game.  “You play Pinball, chicken dinner?”  

He glared at her a little, on the verge of getting honestly frustrated. “I’ve played before…”  If 3d pinball on windows xp counts…   He dug in his pockets for change.  The pinball machines were the only machine in the arcade so far that wouldn’t take paper money.  That’s probably the way it should be, but still, it was inconvenient.    

“Here Fred.”  She shoved a couple of quarters in his machine and started it, smacking his back hard.  “You wanna show me somethin’ then show me.”  She rubbed her paws over the plexiglass, eye scanning the field, then pulled back the plunger and jumping right into play.  

Freddie jumped into action, not wanting to fall behind again, and pulled the plunger back all the way, letting the ball shoot as hard as it could.  It took all he had to keep the ball in play, every half-second coming millimeters from losing it down the drain.  Minutes went by, he felt like he had been there hours.  He was starting to sweat, his hands were almost going numb and he was getting a headache from the flashing lights and buzzers and bells.  He looked over, figuring she had to be in as bad a shape as he was.  His jaw dropped again. 

With two balls in lock, “MULTIBALL” flashed on the screen. Five steel balls were released one-by-one and bounced around the field, one rolls up a ramp finishing off the word W-H-O, triggering the VIDEO MODE mini-game. Slack-jawed he watches as she maintains the field while playing the mini-game, allowing three of the four remaining balls to roll down the drain. Catching the last ball on the lower left flipper as the mini-game ends. The second ball was ejected from the TARDIS and she stalled it in the right flipper. With mechanical movements, the right flipper drops allowing the ball to roll only so far before being launched into at upper left then hit to the lock platform and rolling across all five bumpers as she nudges the the machine with her hip, causing the platform to raise revealing three daleks.  The daleks were hit with rapid fire succession from the two balls  bouncing off the lower flippers, releasing the lock balls. With four balls now in play she bumped, taped, rubbed, and jostled the machine in an almost erotic dance of hip and hand movements, keeping the game on the verge of TILT, lighting up multiplier indicators on the board. A broad toothy grin sat on her face while she played, oblivious to the world  behind her. After maintaining the intense for about a full minute two of the four balls were caught in the lock section again and the platform raised. She managed to keep one ball bouncing around in the bumpers with taps and hip bumps, leaving the last rolling in a simple loop off upper flipper into a ramp across the field, the word “MILLION” flashing on the scoreboard with each pass.  

When Freddie thought to look back down at his machine all 17 of his free plays had gone down the drain.  His head dropped and he facepalmed himself in shame.  “Fuuuuuuuuuuck…”  He sighed to himself.  “Ummm... Uh…  Miss… Well, I’m late and you’re busy so I’m gonna go now bye.”  He turned and headed out of the arcade hurriedly, letting the liger keep on playing.   He was late for the meeting with Anne and Dennis over the seminars for the cruise, and it was never good to be late for a meeting with Anne Gunnarsdottir.  

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RIIIIIIIIIIIIING~RIIIIIIIIIIIIING~RIIIIIIIIIIIIING~RIIIIIIIIIIIIING

The alarm clock beside Anne’s bed went off, waking her an hour before her meeting.  She groaned loud, rumbling deeply as it turned into a frustrated growl.  She laid on the bed on her stomach, her arms hanging limp off of either side and her feet hanging off the end.  She was still nude from the shower, with a towel laying over her head.  

“Shuuuuuuuuuut uuuuuuuuuuuup~”  She grumbled and growled out as her hand pawed around looking for the nightstand and the offending clock.  The stand thudded loudly as she finally found it, smacking down hard but missing the clock.  “GODDAMNIT!”  She sat up quickly and pounded down on the alarm clock, giving it a large crack across the top of it.  “RRrrrrrrrooooooooow…”  She rolled over and collapsed onto her back as throbbing pain pulsed through her body, her legs feeling on fire.  Oooooh hell…  She’d fallen asleep out of the shower, passed out from her long exercise.  

She was regretting not going straight to a hot tub earlier in her workout clothes.  She sat up, every muscle in her body tensing so hard she could barely move, and threw herself off the bed and onto her feet.  She felt like she weighed a thousand pounds and her legs buckled weakly under her.  “Aaaaaaa~aaaaaah…”  She straightened herself up shakily, shambling across the room to her dresser.  She braced herself on it with one hand pulling a shelf out and rummaging around for her swimsuit.  

She finally found it and grasped it roughly, pulling it out in a wad.  “Okay... back to the bed…”  She took slow, stumbling steps.  The pain was starting to dull but was still stiff as a board.  She sat down and held up the black one-piece in front of her, looking it over.  It was backless, running down just under the cleft of her ass, giving a nice view from behind.  The front was open also, the only thing holding it together being two silver clasps.  In the front the view stopped just inches above the top of her pubic fur.  
	
	She took a deep breath and started pulling her right leg up.  It felt like it was going to tear off before it would bend enough, but she powered through it and got the first foot into them.  After 20 minutes of wrestling with herself she managed to get into her swimsuit.  It was tight, in a good way.  She liked showing off as much of her figure as possible.  It made her feel sexy in a way she didn’t, usually.  She usually felt very… masculine.  It was always nice to be intimidating and imposing, but feeling attractive was nice too.  

	She went to the mirror and looked herself over.  She wasn’t quite able to pose like she usually did, but she could move enough to check her figure.  Her swimsuit was just tight enough to show everything, while hiding enough to wear it in public.  She traced her finger up the front, pressing into her slit just barely to show the cleft of her labia.  Then she stroked up, rubbing her nipples until they were hard enough to show as well.  She smirked to herself and started out, still stiff and in pain but fighting through it to keep a nice gait.  She grabbed up her phone as well, typing in to Dennis and Freddie.  

	(FamilyBucket, BottomlessPancakes):5:27pm, 07/08/13: No dinner tonight fukkin sor don’t textcallvisit until breakfast.

	She hit send and dropped her phone on the bed before walking out the door and shutting it behind her, hearing it lock automatically and going on to the Solarium and the soothing, swirling, roiling hot tubs.  And possibly some good liquor.  

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	On the stern of the ship, Kimberly Owens stood at the top of the rock climbing wall looking out at the sun setting.  Her heart-shaped tailfeathers flowed in the breeze behind her as she looked around.   Okay… if that mutt from earlier got all the girls’ attention from his little stunt…   She looked back, behind the spa and towards the bow was the Solarium.  It had a pool with a bar, a few whirlpools, food, and open windows on all sides.  There had to be at least a few cuties watching the sun set, maybe soaking in a whirlpool or getting a little tipsy…   Just wait till they get a load of me.  The spatuletail hummingbird licked her beak with her long narrow tongue and braced herself, backing up to the edge of the platform, and spreading out her wings.  “Okay… you can do this… just… jump… and…”  She took one lunging step and pushed off the edge of the platform spreading out her short wings and giving a few strong flaps to gain momentum.  

	“WAH HOOOO! Now this is how birds were meant to be!” She yelled as she glided, turning wide to the side of the ship with the sun, being sure she’d come through the view of whoever was watching the sunset.  

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	Red fucking Stag… Good for the soul…   Anne sat up to her shoulders in her hot tub, turned almost to a rolling boil.  The jets were at their max and the temperature was at it’s hottest, and after half an hour of soaking in it and a bottle and a quarter of Jim Beam Red Stag, she was finally starting to feel loose again.  Her insides were feeling nice and warm as she stretched out, her large body nearly taking up the entire tub.  She giggled a bit  and stretched, arching her back and pushing her breasts up into the open air.  

	She heard rustling around and gasping; a few exclamations from the people watching the dusk over the open ocean.  She opened her eyes and turned to see what they were pitching a fit about, to see them pointing their phones and pointing at the ceiling.  She followed them up to see a small bird in baggy shorts and hippie wear, going conspicuously commando with pink hummingbird parts showing quite obviously through the inflated legs of her shorts.  Anne licked her lips looking up at the small bird, taking a sip of her drink waiting for their eyes to meet.  The large sphere of Gläce ice clinking against the walls as she took several deep swallows.  

	Finally Kimberly found the bear in the hot tub sitting alone with her own bottle of some kind of whiskey.  She assumed the well built lady was wearining a one piece, as the only part of the bathing suit she could make out was one of the metal clasps over her belly.  Kim glanced over to her face and saw big hazel eyes looking back at her, with a slight white smile behind shining black lips.  She gave Kim a wink and shook her glass at her, beckoning her to come down, maybe?   Kim wasn’t really sure but hell if she wasn’t going to go down there and find out.  

	She ran down the Solarium roof to the side of the ship and slid down the smooth outside, letting out her wings to slow herself and gently glide down to the deck, landing daintily.  By the time she made her way around to the inside of the Solarium most everyone had gone back to watching the ocean.  She shrugged and looked around, trying to find the hot tubs.  She walked around and finally saw the one person that hadn’t forgotten yet, the bear sitting and waiting on her.  “I hope you have a swimsuit on under that thing, birdy.”  The bear pointed to a second glass that was sitting on the opposite side of the hot tub.  

	“Heh maybe, maybe not.”  She climbed down in her clothes and started shimmying around, before pulling her shorts off and putting them beside the hot tub.  “What do you think?”  She started peeling off her tshirt, revealing a tiny bikini top underneath.  

	Anne smiled and slid the bottle over to Kim.  “It’s impressive that you can fly like that with such little wings.”  She readjusted herself in the hot tub, her legs rubbing against Kim’s.  The petite bird looked down at the water, realizing exactly how much of the tub the bear was taking up.  Anne’s legs were on either side of Kim’s, just barely fitting without having to rest up on the seat.  

	“Heh… It gets people’s attention.”  Kim poured herself a glass of the bourbon slowly, smelling the black cherry-infused goodness.  “You liked what you saw?”  She took a sip, then a swig, washing it around inside her beak.  

	Anne smiled back and nodded.  This little bird seemed to be the dominant type from her body language and the way she talked.  That suited Anne just fine.  It had been more than awhile for her and that type tends to want to do all the work for you.  “Maybe…”  She sipped her bourbon, smiling as she looked the petite bird over.  

	“So.”  Kim downed her drink and sat it down, leaning back in the tub and spreading her legs between Anne’s, spreading them too.  “Are you a lesbian?  Or bi?”  She reached down underneath the water and laid her hands on Anne’s knees, combing her slender fingers through the bear’s thick fur.  

	Anne took another drink, hiding her smirk as she shifted and wiggled around, rubbing her leg’s against Kim’s.  “You didn’t even ask my name yet…”  She spoke quietly, flitting her eyes around coyly.  

	Kim leaned forward, sliding her hands up Anne’s legs, stroking over the tops of her thighs through her fur.  “My priorities, sexy.  If you’re strictly straight I don’t really need your name.  Unless you’re open to getting convinced otherwise.”  She gave Anne’s firm thighs a squeeze.  “My name’s Kimberly.”  

	“Well Kimberly… I’m Anne, and I might be convinced…”  She sat down her glass and reached down, taking Kimberly’s wrists in her paws and pulling her closer, making Kimberly sit straddling on her leg.  

Kimberly smiled and leaned forward, her hips wiggling on Anne’s muscular leg, 	her bare lowers grinding against the soft fur.  “Anything any man can do I can do better, Annie.”  She placed her hands on Anne’s stomach, feeling her hard muscles through her bathing suit.  She slid her fingers over the outlines of her abs.  “Wow… you’re absolutely ripped, aren’t you Annie?”  

Anne smiled and wrapped her arms around Kim’s back, her large hands resting on her hips.  “I work out a little bit.  You?”  She slid her hands down and gave Kimberly’s firm rump a gentle squeeze, moving her leg against the bird’s grinding.  Kimberly slid her hands up Anne’s belly slowly, caressing each muscle, slowly approaching her large, full, firm breasts.  

“Just a little.  Enough.”  She slid her hands over Anne’s breasts, her hard nipples poking through the tight, thin fabric.  She put her knee against the bear’s slit, rubbing up and down against the bear’s lowers, feeling her heat over the heat of the hot tub. 

Anne moaned deeply, sounding like a growl as her paws squeezed and stroked over the bird’s bare rump, exploring over her thighs and slowly easing towards the cleft of her ass.  “Kim…”  She bit her lip hard, hissing through her teeth trying to fight the urge to drag this little bird away right now.  “Kim… slow down…”   She closed her eyes and whimpered shyly, barely peeking around her eyelids to see if her submissive act was working.  

Kimberly smiled and gently pinched Anne’s nipples through her swimsuit, tugging them as she leant forward, the tip of her beak right beside her ear.  “Why don’t we go back to my room, you big sexy thing…”  Kimberly whispered into her ear, her tongue reaching out to lap at the velvety soft insides.    “I’ll do things that men have never even thought of doing…”  

Anne shivered from the lick to her ear, leaning forward to let a deep, hot, growling sigh over the bird’s slender neck.   “Th-that would be amazing…”  She threw in a slight stutter, her large paws stroking Kimberly’s back.

“Alright then.”  Kimberly sat back and pulled her shorts back down into the hot tub, pulling them up and looking around.  “I should have worn a bigger bikini.  I’m too bashful to wear it out like this!”  She said a little too loud, just so that the few that glanced her way might shrug it off.  Anne stood up, picking the bottle up with her.  She waved to the cheetah  bartender holding up the glasses and waving them at her.  She nodded and Anne set them back down as Kimberly started climbing out.  

Anne stepped out all at once, easily stepping over the side of the tub and up onto the deck.  “My room or yours?”  She kept looking away, the liquor as much as anything giving her a blush on her ears and cheeks, helping to keep a demure air on her.  She flitted her eyelashes and let her tail flick as she wrapped a towel around herself, both to dry herself and to cover herself shyly.  

“Yours sweetness.”  Kimberly walked to Anne’s side, barely standing at her chest, and wrapped her arm around the bear’s waist.  Or at least, she wrapped her arm as far around her waist as she could. Her hand slipped under the towel and squeezed Anne’s ass, smiling up at her.  “You have a sexy ass, you know it?”  

Anne giggled cutely and flexed her ass, looking away from the brash bird to hide her hungry smile.  “Th-thanks… You have a nice one too…”  She felt Kimberly’s hand take her wrist and move it around behind her, wrapping her arm around the bird’s back and placing it firmly on her feathery rump.  

“Don’t let go until we get to your room.  I want everyone to know who you’re spending the night with.”  Kimberly squeezed Anne’s ass roughly and slipped her hand between her legs, still hidden by the towel.  “I can’t wait to get a taste of this big, soft mound…”  She pressed her finger firmly against the base of Anne’s pussy, the tight fabric easily revealing the cleft of her lips and where it began and ended.  

Anne moaned quietly and squeezed her thighs around Kimberly’s hand.  “N-no… not till we get to the room…”  She gasped silently as Kimberly roughly pushed a finger up, forcing the crotch of her bathing suit inside her hot folds.  She was much too tight to push very deep, but Kimberly was able to feel just how hot and wet she was.  Anne choked down a growl and let a whimper out instead as she loosened her squeeze on Kimberly’s hand.  

Kimberly smiled and slid her finger up Anne’s clit, palming her mound and squeezing it as her fingertip stroked the bear’s pearl through her swimsuit.  “I don’t like to wait, Annie.”  She rubbed her palm roughly over Anne’s panties as they walked onto the elevator heading to the rooms.  

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	“How was your day, man?” Freddie took a sip of his ginger ale and looked out the window, his other hand fumbling boredly with the collar of his polo shirt.  “You look tense.”  

	Dennis sat leaned back in his chair, his leg crossed over the other holding his ankle as he drank some dark-colored mixed drink.  “Um… you could say that.”  He sat his drink down and picked up his hat from the table, looking it over and pulling a couple of loose threads from the band.  “I had a really weird experience this afternoon.”  

	“Wanna talk about it?  It can’t be that bad.”  Freddie looked back over at his friend and scooted his chair up.  “You know you’re just gonna unravel that thing if you keep pulling threads out.”

	Dennis glared over at Freddie and set his hat down.  “How about this:  I’ll tell you what happened to me today, and you tell me what happened to you to put a stick up your ass.”  

	“Excuse me?  I don’t have anything up my ass!”

	“You’re always working, you never go out, you don’t drink, you don’t play videogames, you don’t dance, you don’t do ANYTHING for fun!  And when I try to drag you out of your hole you get all pissy.”  

	“Man fuck you...”  Freddie leaned back and took another drink, staring out the window.  

	“Yeah, yeah fuck me.  But I know something’s up.  I know you didn’t always act like this, Arch told me-” 

	“What the fuck has Archie been telling you about me, huh?  Have you been checking back on me?”  Freddie turned back to Dennis, his shoulders tensing up and his hand squeezing his glass tightly.  

	“Nothing besides that when you first started classes you were… Well you were normal.  Going to parties and shit, having fun… When I asked him why he’d get all shrunk up and tense like you are right now.”  Dennis took a deep drink and leaned back forward on his elbows on the table, a concerned look on his face.  “Come on man, we’re friends.  If something was up with me I’d want you to try and pull me out of it…”  

	Freddie slammed his ginger ale down on the table and stood up, straightening out his shirt.  “That’s the difference between you and me, then.  I want left to take care of my own busines.  And that’s what this is.  MY business.”  He turned away and walked off quickly, his feathers ruffled and his tail fanning behind him.  

	Dennis took a deep breath and sat back, taking another drink.  

I’M!
AN!
AMERICAN BADASS!
YOU CAN ROLL WITH ROCK OR YOU CAN SUCK MY DI-

	Dennis shoved his hand into his pocket as fast as he could to turn off Anne’s personal ringtone.  “I was wondering where the bosslady was.”   

	(FamilyBucket, BottomlessPancakes):5:27pm, 07/08/13: No dinner tonight fukkin sor don’t textcallvisit until breakfast.

	“Well… fuck.”  Dennis looked around and finished his drink, dropping a twenty on the table for his and Freddie’s drinks.  “Looks like my night is over…”  His stomach gurgled loudly and he looked at the menu again, and waved at his waitress.  “I’ll have a Ribeye, medium-rare, and another drink please.”  She took his order and his glass and ran off about her business.  Dennis sighed and leaned back, roughing his hair.  Goddamnit Freddie… 

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	Freddie walked to his room, heading for the elevator to get down to his deck.  His phone vibrated in his pocket but he didn’t notice.  He stomped angrily down the side of the ship, muttering to himself below a whisper.  Fucking Dennis has no right going behind my back talking to my friends trying to dig up dirt on me…  His stomach growled and he stopped for a second, looking around for the ship map again.  Of course I’d be fucking hungry now I can’t just go to fucking bed and fucking sleep…  He read over the map, his finger tracing over one restaurant after another around the ship.  Not going back to the dining room… I don’t feel like steak…  He stopped for a second over the Cafe Latte-tudes, the place for coffee, sweets, and ice cream. I don’t have room in my diet for empty calories…  He looked over the Solarium, but he didn’t really think that was the type of place on the ship to go and get food and leave. It was more of a lounge, a place to get drunk and try to meet people.  It’d be cool to get some real food too, not just a hotdog or something… Fuck it.  He started walking to the bow of the ship, heading to the Windjammer for a full meal.  Buffets were better for him anyway.  It let him pick and choose what he wanted and still stay more or less on-diet.

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A small crowd had formed around the liger as she gently rocked the pinball machine. Pushing through past the group a small kangaroo mouse made her way to the liger’s side, “Lilly, I’m getting hungry.” She said just loud enough to catch the liger’s attention.

With a rough hip thrust to the corner of the box TILT flashed on the scoreboard, bringing her maraton single game to an end. With several free plays still on the board she turned to the mouse, “OK Squeakers, what's on the menu for tonight?” Looking at herself then the mouse “We’re not dressed for the main dining room. How about that marketplace thing, it looked like a buffet or something.”

“OK” was the only reply from the tiny mouse who stood only half the height of the liger. 

“Well then let’s blow this joint.” Walking away from the  game with  credits still on the queue. “So what was the name of the place again?”

“Windjammer Cafe.” the mouse said as she walked at an almost jogging pace to keep up with the liger.

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	Freddie stomped into the Windjammer and paid the lady at the door, buying the full buffet so he could pick and choose what he wanted.  He was still mad but he had finally stopped muttering to himself at least.  His feathers were still ruffled around his neck as he went through, snatching tongs up to pick at this and that, and slamming them down again as if the tongs were somehow responsible for his own foul mood.  

	“Whoa there, chicken little. What did those poor things do to you. See that short stack? Thats what happens when you pretend to know how to play pinball.” Came a familiar voice from behind him. Spinning with a retort ready, he came face-to-face with a plate stacked high with every meat on the buffet, “You done there?  I want some greens to go with this.”

	“Oh goddamnit…”  He didn’t even bother looking up, and just turned back to the buffet.  “You can wait your turn or you can go around me.  This afternoon was fun but I’m really not in the mood right now.”

	“Damn tweety, who pissed in your porridge? Come on Squeaky, let’s hit up the fruit.”  she said walking away.

	“My name is Freddie…”  He spoke quietly, slowly going down the line getting his food.  His tail fanned and closed behind him as he picked several little nuts, berries, mostly greens and a few ounces of meats, mostly fish or chicken.  He looked around, trying to find a booth that was as far away from anyone else as possible, wandering through the booths and tables.  

	Throwing an arm around his shoulders, the tall liger began to drag Freddie over to a table, “Come’ere ten piece you look like you need some company.” Motioning down with with to the small kangaroo mouse beside her, “This here is Squeakers. Sisy, meet chicken diner.”  From the mouse’s size he guessed she was  seven or eight.  Looking across the open room, “Ah, theres a good spot by the window. Hell they’re all by the window. Go get it before some other asshat does.” With that the mouse ran to an open table quickly taking a seat. “So, you want to talk about it?” She asked still directing him with her arm around him.

	“N-no thanks I really just need to…”  He let his voice trail off as it became obvious she was completely ignoring him.  He nodded to the kangaroo mouse before she ran off and he shook his head.  Resigned to his fate, he let the large feline guide him, his head hung in defeat.  “It’s not really dinner conversation.  Besides we’re basically strangers…  I just blew up at my best friend cause I didn’t want to talk about it...”  

	“Sounds like a stranger is just what you need. You can tell me any lie you want.  How am I going to check the facts.” Letting go of him, she sat beside the mouse, dwarfing her in size. “Ok, then, if you don’t want to talk about it, what do you want to talk about. It’ll look weird if we just sit and eat in silence.” Looking at his plate, she scraped a bit of food from her’s onto it, “ You need to put some more meat on those bird legs of yours Kentucky Fried, no one wants a stick figure.”
	
	He looked at them with his head cocked a little, trying to form a connection between them in his mind.  He shook his head and straightened up and crossed himself.  “I really shouldn’t… I’m about 3 pounds away from breaking into the next weight division.  I’d rather be the heaviest in my class than be the lightest in another.”  He leaned over and started picking at his greens politely.  “So… is this your… umm… friend’s kid?  Or stepdaughter?”  He asked as politely as possible. 

	Choking down a mouth full of random meats mixed with greens, “She’s my daughter, and if you lose any more weight she could kick your ass.” Looking up from her plate with a serious look on her face, “Cecily is my adopted daughter. We went through a bit  getting it all worked out. But in the end I usually get what I want” She said with a sly smile. “So, what’s your story… Freddie was it?”

	“Holy crap you remembered my name.”  He smiled back a little.  “I bench two-fifty and I leg press seven-fifty.  I have to keep my body fat down.”  He nibbled at the meat she put on his plate sheepishly.  “That’s really noble.  It’s not very often that people take in those middle kids that are too young to work but too old to be like… infants.  My story’s really short.  I’m here with Anne Gunnarsdottir as an assistant trainer for a run of seminars we’re doing from tomorrow on.  You should come, you look like the type, honestly.”

	Looking up from her plate of fruit,nuts, bread, and greens, “I am fifteen, and on the far end of the adoption circle.” she said in a sweet soft voice, just barely above the noise of the cafe. 

	“Wait a second? I look like the type for some fitness seminar? Are you saying I am fat or a muscle head?” Pointing at him with a fork “ You don’t look or act like the gym jock.  Though your plate does look the part. What’s pelican like you do as an assistant trainer? Fetch the water?

	He nodded at Cecily and turned to the liger as she started poking her fork at him.  He waited politely for her to finish her tangent before replying.  “No, you’re not fat or a muscle head.  You actually look quite fit.  Your thighs and glutes are quite toned, as is your belly.  You’re very flexible and good at moving your body as well.  Also, you have the aggressive and abrasive personality that most people who are into fitness have.  You remind me of Anne a lot, actually.”  He smiled a little and ate another bite.  “Mostly, yes, I help people through the more mundane activities, be sure that novices are doing the simpler things correctly, and keep an eye out for everyone’s safety.  Also when the occasion calls for it I end up being a training dummy for demonstration purposes.”  

	Leaning back in her chair, “Hate to tell you, my routine consists of Wii Fit + and working on my car. If i manage to stay in shape with that do I really need a fitness seminare? What, are you working on commission or something? Get paid by the body?” Scooping a fork full of whatever was in its way on the plate, “OK, coldcut, what’s this seminar of yours all about? We have a few days with no real plans. Sisy could use a little on the physical activity side of things.”

	“Heh, that’s good enough, honestly.  If you get in good enough shape to begin with it’s not that hard to maintain, so long as you keep up regular exercise.  And no, we’re not on commission.  Flat rate, even if no one comes.”  He took the opportunity when she ate to take a bite of his own food.  “As for what it’s about, well… You don’t watch MMA do you?  Ever heard of Anne Gunnarsdottir?”

	“Nope, and nope. If it ain’t written in C# or Java, or measured in foot-pounds or caliber, I never really paid much attention.”  Reaching into a denim backpack, Cecily pulls out a pamphlet and hands it to her saying, “Two hour session with acclaimed trainer Anne Gunnarsdottir.”  Taking the paper from the mouse, she shovels another mouthful of food and begins to read.

	“Okay… well… She’s a MMA/Combat sports trainer.  Wrestling, boxing, MMA of course, karate, TKD, and etc.  I’m a Greco-Roman Wrestler, personally.”  He looked over at Cecily.  The first hour is going to be aerobics, stretching, and other general warm-ups, followed by an hour of MMA training that’s based off of a combination of Anne’s military training, boxing, some karate and some… folk wrestling, I suppose you’d call it.”  He looked was almost done with his salad of greens, nuts, and fruits, left only with the meat he’d gotten earlier.  

	“What do you think Squeakers?” she looked over at the mouse who only shrugged without looking up from her plate. “Maybe we can fit it in between sleeping and swimming. Guess we’ll see you there sometime drum stick.” 

	“That’d be nice, really. i’m sure it’d do her good.  And if the fighting isn’t her thing everyone’s free to leave at any point, obviously.”  He scooted back and started to stand up.  “I need to get some sugars.”  He smiled.  

	“While you’re up, get me some cake and ice cream.” She looked over at Cecily who seemed to be paying more attention to something in her lap than what’s happening at the table, “You want anything Sisy?” Waiting a moment, “Some for her too.”  she finished getting the last bit of food off her plate.

	“Heh… Sure.”  Freddie smiled, really smiled for the first time she had seen as he walked to the dessert table.  He had relaxed.   He was calm now.  His feathers had finally slicked down.  He even whistled happily as he went about gathering three plates of cakes and ice cream on the other side of the room. 

	Looking over at Cecily. “What do you think? I am thinking college student going for some business degree working at the gym more to pay his way.”

	Looking up from her diligent work,”I don’t know, but he’s not an asshole. Kinda reminds me of Hank.”

	“Shh.. here he come, dollar says he asks for my number.”
	
	“You know what the first thing I’m going to do after I compete at the Olympics is?”  He said as he sat down the cakes in front of them, absolutely smothered in ice cream, while his has a miniscule dollop.

	“I am going to go with ‘Finish your business degree and open your own gym.’” The liger replies, before sucking the remainder of the meat juices off her fork and plunging it into the cake.

	“You’re lucky. She thought about that before saying it.” came Cecily’s soft voice.

	“Heh, no. First thing I’m going to do is get fat.  Not like, four hundred pounds, but… I’m not going to be the dashing, skinny figure you see before you.  And there are two reasons.  Want to guess why?”

	“You can’t get laid because real women think they’ll break you. And you can’t keep up the anorexia forever?” She said  swiftly.

	Cecily snickered, “You asked for that one”

	Freddie nodded like he was used to that joke and waved it off.  “No.  First, food is fucking delicious, obviously.  Like... the stuff we’re eating now?  It’s garbage compared to what I cook.  Second, no one wants to buy food from a skinny man.”  

	Pulling a dollar from her pocket the liger hands it to the mouse. “OK, I give.  What is a guy like you doing working as an assistant trainer at a gym?”

	“What do you mean?”  He tilted his head a little puzzled at her question as he nibbled at his cake.  “My heart is in two things.  Wrestling and cooking.  It’s really as simple as that.  The pinnacle of Greco-Roman Wrestling is the Olympics.  So that’s what I’m going to do.  To do that I need the best trainer.  And the best trainer is Anne Gunnarsdottir.  When she told me she needed a hand with her gym I jumped at the chance, and when she offered to let me come on this cruise and work with her I jumped on it.  It’s the least I can do.”

	Looking over at Cecily “And you thought I was crazy. This bird likes two things that just don’t fit well together.”

	Looking back up at her, Cecily replies, “You left a highly successful career as an IT specialist to teach high school, currently have no job or place to live, adopted a tenager, and went on a cruise. And you want to call him crazy.”  hearing the full voice for the first time not muffled in shy tones.

	“And if I didn’t do that I would never have found you. Not crazy in my book, good timing is what i call it. Besides I couldn’t stand those assclown contract liaisons.” She said befor taking a bit full of cake mixed with ice cream.

	“It is a little crazy… but it doesn’t matter.  I work at a restaurant in Knoxville, now.  Just basic work, hauling boxes and peeling potatoes and stuff, but my foot’s in the door.”  He took a large bite of his cake, catching his breath as he chewed.  “And when I finally get back in school next semester I’ll be back on track for a culinary degree.”

	Looking Freddie over, “And I think I have accomplished my good deed for the day. You feeling better birdy?”

	“...”  He looked at her with a smirk, raising one eyebrow.  “You’re a little devious, aren’t you?”

	“I have no clue what you're talking about. I said it before we sat down, you needed some company. And you're welcome.” She said with a smirk.

	“Yeah, you DID say that.”  He smiled and kept eating slowly, savoring every bite like he hadn’t had sweets in a year.  “So, can I ask… Since I’m Freddie, and that’s Cecily, what’s your name?”

	“Lilliana Fargo, nice to meet you lunchmeat.” She said holding out her paw waiting for a shake.

	He reached out and took her paw happily, shaking it with gusto.  “Very nice to meet you, Ma’am.”  He smiled and sat back, nodding at Cecily.  “And you too, of course.”

	With a broad toothy grin, Lilliana said “Call me ma’am again and I might have to slap that beak off your face. I can’t be that much older than you Tweety.” She Yawned and stretched, “I don’t know about you two but I could go for lounging by the pool for a few hours” A slapping sound came from Cecily’s lap before she rummaged in her backpack and sat back up looking at Lilliana.

	“You know what?  I agree, if you girls’ll have me as company.  Maybe if we hold hands or walk close enough they’ll think we’re one big happy family and you won’t have to beat ‘em off.”  He smirked as he finished up his cake and stood up, wiping his beak with his napkin.  

	“Look what you done now, Sisy. He has the hot for you. He’s going to follow us around the rest of the night. Well let’s head out then” She said as the two stood almost in unison. Together, the odd trio walk out of the cafe, Freddie with a bit of bounce in his step. 
 
BREAK

	It had been almost impossible making it to her room. During the whole walk there from the Solarium Kimberly had been mercilessly stroking and massaging her pussy through her bathing suit, nearly bringing her to orgasm several times, but stopping just short.  She had been on a hair trigger lately already, and having someone else was an entirely different world than handling herself.  

	The moment they made it into the room Kimberly started pulling Anne by the swimsuit to the bed, the petite hummingbird walking backwards and sitting back.  “Mmm Annie… I think you’re as close to ready as you’re going to get… How about you come down here and get me started?”  She pointed down between her legs with one hand as she unbuttoned her shorts with the other, Anne kneeling down between her legs, even on her knees still being taller than Kimberly.  

	Anne got on her hands and knees, placing one hand on the ground to support herself as she nuzzled the insides of the bird’s thighs.  “You smell good…”  She slipped her muzzle into the baggy leg of Kimberly’s jeans, licking up the inside of her thigh.  

	“I taste even better.”  Kimberly took Anne’s hair and pulled her out of her pants leg and started shucking her pants.  “Come find out.”  She took Anne by the rough of hair on the top of her head and pulled her in roughly, shoving her nose right into the downy feathers around her  mound.  Anne let herself be guided as her free paw started to unclasp her bathing suit, slipping it off as she nuzzled and lipped at her partner’s tightly-pursed petals.  

	As she finally began to get involved in her partner, Anne slipped her hand down between her legs, stroking her own soaking mound in time with her tongue’s lapping.  She pressed forward, pushing her muzzle into Kimberly’s tight folds, slipping her broad, rough, strong tongue deeper as her nose was filled with the strong feminine scent.

	Kimberly moaned loudly and held onto Anne’s ears roughly as pleasure pulsed through her like electricity, Anne’s rolling tongue sliding over her sensitive spots over and over again.  Anne’s lips sucked and caressing her own, the sound and scent of Anne’s fingers sliding in and out of herself; wet schlucking noises coming between her legs.  “OOOooooOOOOOoooooh fuuuuck Annie you can eat pussy!”  Kimberly squeezed down on Anne’s head with her thighs, her claws gripping eachother and pulling her closer, making her growl loudly and deeply, her back arching as the wet pumping between her legs stopped, replaced by the sound of her nectar dripping on the tile floor.

	Anne’s growl reverberated through Kimberly’s lowers, her tongue spreading the vibration deep through her insides combining with the sound of her orgasm sent the bird over, her thighs clenching tightly as her whole body tensed, falling back on the bed as her hands still gripped the bear’s ears tightly.  “AAaaaaaaaaah FUCK! Yessssss~”  She slumped on the bed, her legs finally going limp on the bear’s back.  

	Anne slowly climbed up on the bed, laying beside her younger, smaller partner, stroking over the soft golden feathers on her head.  “Y-you taste really good…”  She smiled sheepishly and rubbed Kim’s belly with her dry paw, holding the other up out of the way.  

	Kimberly reached up with both hands and gripped her wrist, taking her wet paw and pulling it to her beak.  “MMm…” She licked her beak and took the big furred paw in, letting her narrow, long tongue flit around and in between Anne’s fingers, slurping at the dripping wet fur.  Anne blushed in earnest and slipped her hand down between Kimberly’s legs, her thick, long, strong fingers stroking up and down the petite bird’s slit.  Kimberly moaned and ground her hips up against Anne’s paw, trying to slip her big bear fingers into that her soaking snatch.  Anne took her hint and slowly dipped her fingers inside.  

	Kimberly released Anne’s paw from her beak and gasped as she was spread by two fingers, almost filling her completely already, stretching her near her limit.  Her hips arched up against the exploring appendages, the dulled claws tickling at her velvety insides.  “Oh!  Oooh you have big, sexy paws…”  Kimberly took Anne’s free hand and placed it on her chest, the big bear paw easily palming her entire chest.  

	Anne smiled and stroked Kimberly’s pale pink buds with her thumb and ring finger as her claws flicked over the tender flesh.  She slid her fingers out of Kimberly’s dripping folds and traced them down the cleft of her rump, sliding over her tight tailhole.  “May I?”  Kimberly shook her head and leant up on her elbows, rolling on top of Anne and straddling her stomach, her hot nectar dripping down the lines of her muscles.  

	“I don’t think so…”  She ground herself against Anne’s stomach, leaning back to slip her fingers between the bears legs.  “Mmm, you’re a little turned on aren’t you?”  Her small, slender fingers danced over Anne’s full, fleshy mound, occasionally dipping between her tightly pursed lips.  Anne nodded looking up at Kimberly, putting her hands on her thighs, squeezing and kneading them as she felt herself being teased.  “Do you play with yourself, Annie?  How often?”  She slipped two fingers into Anne’s slick folds, her fingers barely long enough to reach inside her.  

	“I do… Maybe twice a day…”  Anne moved her hips against Kimberly’s exploring fingers, wanting them deeper.  

	Kimberly slipped a third finger inside, stretching her and letting the cool air to wash over her, making her shiver.  “Do you like big toys?”  Kimberly rubbed her thumb over Anne’s clit, flicking the glistening pearl and twirling it under her fingertip as she slipped a fourth finger inside, slipping her hand in to the web of her thumb.  Anne only nodded, her walls clenching around Kimberly’s fingers as they finally began to hit her sensitive depths.  “Oooh!  You like that don’t you, mama bear?”  Kimberly cooed as she started to pump her fingers in and out of Anne’s tight pussy.  "Well you already know what I like, so…”  Kimberly turned around straddling Anne’s chest, finally folding her thumb and pushing it in roughly until she felt Anne’s lips wrap around her wrist and clench down tightly as the bear roared in pleasure of feeling herself being filled.   

	Anne watched as Kimberly gushed on her chest, her tight little rump, stuck right in her face.  She reached up with both hands and gripped Kimberly’s ass, spreading her cheeks and teasing her tight hole with her claws.  Kimberly wiggled her ass in Anne’s face and arched her back a little at the tug on her tailhole as her fingers wiggled and explored around inside Anne’s tight, silky insides.  Anne leaned up and pushed her muzzle back into Kimberly’s dripping pussy and pressed her thumb roughly inside her tight tailhole, growling into her and grinding her hips.   

	PINK MEANS BLASTO NEEDS TO WRITE DIALOGUE FOR HIS BULLDYKE XD
	“Aah!  Fuck!  Ooooh Annie you know how to please a girl!”  She clenched her hand inside Anne’s  pussy and started pushing deeper, and deeper, going until she couldn’t fit anymore, almost up to her elbow.  “Nice and deep, mama bear!”  Anne smirked and shoved her other thumb in Kimberly’s ass, stretching it forcefully as she ate her pussy hungrily, slurping loudly and nipping at her lips.  “Aaah!  FUCK!”  She jerked on reflex, her hips thrusting and her back arching against the tugging, stretching fingers inside her.  

	“Don’t stop!” Anne held her firm, her fingers wrapped around the bird’s thighs as her thumbs stretched and teased the tight hole.  Kimberly chirped loudly as Anne took the hood of her clit in her teeth and tugged it sharply.  She pumped her arm in her bear lover with a speed that seemed far greater than should be possible or safe, and as deep as the much larger mammal could take her, the walls clenching so tight it almost hurt.  She licked and tugged and explored at the bear’s folds and her large pearl with her narrow darting tongue, each pump of her fist bringing the bear’s tongue deeper and deeper, filling her completely and lapping at the entrance to her womb.  

	“Fuck!  Annie!  Annie!  MM!  AAaaah!”  Kimberly came again, her pussy clenching tightly around Anne’s tongue.  “Oooh gooood Annie cum for me!  Cum for me!”  She opened her hand inside and rubbed over Anne’s g-spot, massaging, pinching, tugging over it as her other hand reached behind and shoved a single slender finger in her slick tailhole.

	Anne ripped her tongue out as her back arched, almost throwing Kimberly off of her as she roared.  She laid up on the heels of her paws and her shoulders, her back completely arched before slumping down on the bed.  Kimberly bounced off of her and laid on her back, her arm drenched to the elbow in warm, dripping girlcum.  “Th-that was amazing, mama bear…”  Kimberly licked at her arm, slurping up Anne’s nectar hungrily.  Anne started standing up, wiping her face with her arm.  

	“I’ll be right back okay?  I need to freshen up.”  She got up and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.  Kimberly lifted her leg and reached back, rubbing her abused tailhole with her slick fingers, slipping three of them inside and stretching herself again.  

	“Mmmm… Hurry back Annie!  I’m ready for round two!”  She squeezed her nipple and tugged it, twisting the tender flesh keeping herself warm for her partner.  She heard the bathroom door open and turned, seeing Anne’s dark outline with the bright lights behind her.  “Hey there Annie.”  She smiled seductively and rolled onto her belly facing her.  

	“First thing.  My name is Anne.  Although… I liked Mama Bear.  You should call me that.”  She reached in front of her, her hand gripping something.  

	“What?”  Kimberly tilted her head looking up at her, her eyes widening as she made out the large, spiked, purple jelly dildo that was attached to a leather harness around Anne’s waist.  “wha-” Anne gently wrapped her hand around Kimberly’s beek, shutting it and giving her a gentle kiss.  

	“Second thing, that felt amazing… But I think I may be a little too big to return the favor for you.”  Anne smiled and wiggled her fingers in Kimberly’s face, showing off her large, thick hands and arms.  “So I’m going to use this instead.”  She pointed down at the firm dildo jutting out from her crotch.  “Third…”   She wrapped a leather cuff around Kimberly’s beak, pushing it up until it was firmly planted.  “Just so you don’t wake the neighbors…  Now turn around...”

	Kimberly does something and then this scene ends.  That’s up to you blasto. 
Kimberly quickly reached up to snatch at the leather binding. With some desperation, she yanked it off and proceeded to berate the far larger bear. "Woah woah woah! I get it if you're into bondage, but nobody, and I mean nobody ties me down in any way, shape, or form! You got that?!" She then glanced back down at the strap on hovering in front of her. "That's not to say I can't take a bit of rough play, though..." She let her voice trail off a bit, before picking it back up. "But, I'm disappointed on your change of heart. You were acting the part of a delightful Sub to great satisfaction. If you were to ever give yourself completely over, you'd make some lucky Mistress very happy." 

	“Heh I don’t give anyone complete control over me…” Anne put her hand on Kimberly’s chest and lifted her up on her knees then pushed her onto her back, bouncing on the bed.  “Now… let’s see how rough you can take it.” Anne lifted up Kimberly’s legs, holding both ankles in one hand as the other hand held her dildo, aiming it to the sopping, dripping hole.  

"I never give over control, either, but trust me I can take--" Suddenly, Kimberly's eyes bulged a bit and she started to panic, looking all around the room from her perch on the bed. "Wait! Where's my hip purse?! Did I have it? Was I wearing it in the Solarium?! FUCK! Fuck, shit, damn!" She turned back to Anne with desperation in her voice and eyes. "Do you have anything sweet? Like some candy. Or, no, an energy bar. Surely you have an energy bar, damnit!" 

	Anne reached over, not letting go of Kimberly’s legs as she pulled a sports drink from the nightstand and popped the cap off with her claw, reaching it over and holding it over Kimberly’s head.  “Was wondering how long you’d last…”  When she looked over the bird was already passed out, her arms limp at her sides.  “Well… that’s no fun…”  Anne looked around, letting Kim’s legs fall and setting the bottle down.  “Hmm…”  She leaned over and patted Kimberly on the cheek roughly, trying to wake her up.  After a minute she gave up, and just sat on the bed looking down at the petite bird.  She smiled predatorily and went into her bag, pulling out her phone and setting it on the nightstand facing the bed, turning the camera on and rolling Kimberly onto her belly.  “I’m gonna leave you a present for in the morning, sugar…”  
	
END DAY 1

ANNE”S SPIKEY DILDO  HERS IS PURPLEANNE”S STRAPON

Anne’s swimsuit