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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Night_In_The_Woods_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Mae_Borowski_&_Lori_Meyers, LoriMae
  Character:
      Lori_M., Lori's_Dad, Mae_Borowski, Germ_(Mentioned), The_Black_Goat
  Additional Tags:
      Fake_Blood, Trains, Maedom, What_pumpkin?, Why_Did_I_Write_This?, What
      Have_I_Done, Pentagrams, Dreams, Projections, Beating_Ass, eating_ass,
      Footplay, Tailplay, Multinipples
  Series:
      Part 1 of Smut_in_the_Woods
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-13 Words: 5329
****** The Killer and The Horror Show ******
by Flapjaw
Summary
     Lori Meyers is having strangely vivid dreams about a certain urban
     legend.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Lori Meyers was having a weird week.
It all started when a cat named Mae, given name Margaret Borowski, had asked
the young mouse a question on Sunday. “If I told you I was actually a killer
now, like, with people dead because I made them that way,” It was a redundant
statement, but the emphasis in Mae's voice on the second way of phrasing it had
made it more striking than it ever would have been otherwise. “Would you be
scared of me?”
“That depends,” Lori had replied, her hands shaking with an emotion she
couldn't place at the time.
“On what?” Mae was casual about it, so confident as she sat herself down in
front of her much younger friend.
“Did they deserve it?” There was no one else around their isolated little
rooftop, the place Mae said she used to frequent when she was Lori's age. A
place with no witnesses.
So, unseen or heard by anyone else, Mae smiled softly at Lori and gave a little
nod. “Oh yeah, they deserved it alright.” Her eyes...
She had dreamed of Mae that night, her claws flexing comfortably around the
handle of a bat, that confident look still on her face. No one stood a chance
against her. They were so vague and unimportant to Lori: just projections for
her to watch, falling, bleeding, dying. Just shapes. They died by the dozen in
Lori's subconscious, the image of Mae slowly growing more astral, more
impervious, bloodier.
She was unstoppable, unmitigated, unimaginable though imagined, a feeling in
Lori's bones as she woke telling her that she had to see the real thing, that
it would be even better.
She knew what she had felt when her hands shook the day before. It was
excitement. Heavy, but not pure. Her excitement was tempered by fear, and that
made it so much better. She struggled to breathe.
That was only the first dream.
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Mondays would always come and go miserably before Mae returned to Possum
Springs, but she trudged like Lori did through the snow, and when school was
out they spoke again. Lori had always had an interest in Mae as an urban
legend, the girl with nightmare eyes who nearly beat Andy to death for no
reason at all. Now Lori knew her; the woman, not just the legend.
“Hey Killer.” Lori was almost reverent when she said it this time.
“Hey Horror Show.” Somehow that sounded like a compliment from Mae's lips.
She couldn't breathe.
In the night the visions returned, but now Mae wielded a kitchen knife, and she
killed only one bloody shape. Slowly, with poise, straddling her victim,
torturing it, and moving like a Goddess.
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Tuesday was her birthday party. Lori would be fifteen. Her father didn't invest
in decorations, nor invitations. He didn't have the time, working so much. Half
way through the mockery of a party he fell asleep. Lori didn't have friends her
own age, just other kids who thought she was an amusing oddity, but Mae was
there. “Sorry I'm late,” she'd said. “Germ needed me to scare a bitch for him.”
It was her best birthday since her mother had passed.
She dreamed of the church. Mae's unmoving body laid out before her. The bruises
and scrapes of her fall were easily visible through her fur, if Lori just
looked closely enough. If she just stared long enough, anyway. Such luscious
fur. So strong, to survive that. They shot at her, but who? They deserved it.
Who had Mae killed? Not the weak victims she'd already dreamed up, but
something frightening in its own right, surely.
===============================================================================
 
She awakened crying, and she couldn't stop sniffling until she saw – This time,
she would visit Mae. No more waiting. She went to the nice neighborhood. She
knocked on the door. “Lori, right?” It was Mae's mother. They'd spoken in the
church.
She had seen Mae's room that day. They spent hours there, just talking, Lori's
hands shaking, questions for the cat going unspoken, until Lori mustered up the
courage to stutter out: “Wh-where's your b-bat?”
“I can't keep one of those in here,” she said, waving her paw dismissively.
“Too tempting.” Oh God.
She saw Mae before a great Black Abyss, the stars stretched so far apart in the
sky, like the world was opening, like it was falling open, stretching itself
too thin. Tearing a hole at the center. Everything was dying out. She spoke to
the darkness, telling it to just shut the Hell up, but Lori had heard nothing.
Mae seemed to run on the air, climbing, charging at the Blackness. What was it?
She was light in the darkness, her bat once again in her grip, somehow already
soaked in fluorescent blood.
Eyes that were Pentagrams of blood far into the sea of space, like morbid
auroras. Teeth that were naught but dying neutron stars. Breath that was the
decay of souls, the shreds of the damned, the yearning screams for a simpler,
complete death. And there was Mae, wading through them as if they were nothing
and taking a swing at the infinite distance, the march of time.
The Black Goat.
When Lori woke up her eyes were wide with amazement, and dark it was still. She
had been afraid, but now so inspired. She pulled out a notebook and frantically
wrote down everything she'd seen in the vision – dream, she told herself. Just
a dream.
===============================================================================
Thursday her dad gave her a whole gallon of fake blood. He said it was supposed
to be a birthday present, but the shippers took their sweet time. Lori was
elated anyway, the details of her dreams in her notebook jostling in her bag as
she jogged to school. Wherever Mae popped up she just scratched in “Killer Kat”
as a placeholder to protect her friend should anyone read what she'd written.
When Mae came to the roof there were rats everywhere. They were multiplying so
fast and Lori had no idea why. Mae just sat in front of the windowsills below
her usual spot, the rats climbing all over her. One fell between her thighs,
pawing at her crotch until its claws hooked into her fabric and it crawled up,
up past her belly, over her breasts, down her arm. Mae was lifting the rat
toward her face when she noticed Lori staring, and she just stared right back
into Lori's eyes, unblinking, all of the rats mimicking her. They were all
staring. Lori hid behind her notebook where she'd scribbled half a paragraph
about the Feline Mistress of the Rodents. “Whatcha writing?”
“N-n-n-nothing!” She huffed and huffed. She couldn't breathe.
She saw Mae slaughtering hooded figures, men and women of all species towering
over her, firing guns, screaming for sacrifice. It didn't matter. At some point
Mae had dropped her weapons, knife and bat falling to the dirt as she struck
with her claws. She ripped out their throats, dug her claws into their eyes,
clubbed them to death with their own guns. Lori was panting in her sleep when
the carnage died down, only to slowly realize why. Mae was advancing on her,
all the faceless people in the dream already disemboweled. She stumbled, and
awoke when she hit the ground. Those eyes.
===============================================================================
Lori Meyers was having a weird week.
She came to the tracks to clear her head, and nothing helped her relax more
than a sight that could very well pass for the scene of a murder. She had with
her a rotting pumpkin, still holding its shape well enough to be filled, her
gallon of fake blood in her other hand, her backpack with a single notebook,
that notebook, and a small, serrated kitchen knife in her pocket.
She looked all around her, checking and double checking and triple checking all
that her eyes could see. She was alone. A sound behind her, maybe a falling
branch or a snapping twig, sent her stumbling forward in shock. Her body wanted
to hyperventilate, but that just led to a hacking fit as her damaged lungs
burned from the effort. The zipper of her hoodie made a subtle clang as she
fell, dropping the pumpkin and the fake blood, her hands barely reaching the
ground before her face did.
“Lori? Yooo, yo Horror Show! Are you gonna survive this?” She'd lost track of
time. Why was Mae here now? She needed this to stop. She felt a padded paw on
her shoulder. “Sshh, calm down. Just hold your breath for a minute, slow it
down, and force it to stop. Then breathe again, I guess.” Mae was worried about
her. It felt...
She didn't know, but her coughing fit was finally subsiding. She looked up at
those intense, burning red eyes, and she saw compassion. “Th-th-thank you.”
“Maaan, don't scare me like that, haha!” Mae's laugh sounded fake to Lori's
ears, which twitched in response. She seemed angry about something, something
vague and distant. The anger beneath the surface made her eyes come alive with
that indescribable energy once again, and Lori thought of when they stared at
each other.
Her eyes roamed Mae again, no longer guided by rats, just looking where she
wanted. Her pants weren't tight at the ankles, but her thighs were so thick and
shapely that her pants were filled out by them anyway. She had a great view,
too. Mae didn't sit like society said a girl should, she sat how she wanted to
sit, with her thick thighs comfortably spread apart, her plump ass resting on
the snow and filling her pants so much that they were tight against her crotch.
Mae was enjoying her view, too. She knew she shouldn't be, because it was
wrong, because it was something only trash mammals did, because it was illegal.
Considering recent events it would be one of her more benign crimes. Her boobs
were developing nicely for her age, still much smaller than Mae's own pair but
already nicely shaped. It would have been nice to see them filling out the
girl's shirt, but Lori wore clothes at least two sizes too large, and often
cutely retreated into them when embarrassed. Mae saw her shoulders shift, and
suddenly Lori's large hoodie was sliding down her sleek arms. “What are you
doing?”
“Putting fake blood in this pumpkin so a train can run over it and it'll look
like someone's head exploded.” Lori completely dodged Mae's actual question,
tossing away her hoodie with a small blush in spite of the frigid winter air.
“I don't wanna remove the seeds either. They'll look almost like brain matter
in the faux blood.”
“Sounds cool, Horror Show!” As cute as it was to watch Lori's deep blue eyes
roam over her slight pudge and ample bosom, she was genuinely intrigued by
Lori's pumpkin idea. “Sooo... are we gonna do this, or what?”
“Uh... y-yeah, sorry!” Lori's hands were trembling with arousal as she got on
her knees in front of the pumpkin and reached into her pocket, slowly
retrieving the knife. She might have cut herself had she not spent the majority
of her life handling various prop blades. She could feel Mae's Nightmare Eyes
burning into her soul while her shaking hands slowly brought the knife to the
pumpkin. It wasn't a carving knife, so it was slow, difficult, and
embarrassing. The pumpkin just kept shifting around even as she tried to hold
it still.
“Give that to me.” She couldn't breathe. It wasn't a matter of deciding to do
what her friend asked her to, it was a simple fact that Lori had to obey when
she was looking into those eyes, eyes like red suns against an amber sky with
no land beneath. Mae slipped the small knife from Lori's loosening fingers, and
then she moved like a killer, stabbing so fast that her arm was a blur. Seeing
what it did to the pumpkin made Lori wonder how well it would fare against
flesh. “I hate these flimsy things,” Mae commented when she had pierced a rough
circle into the pumpkin, her claws extending and sinking into it, ripping an
opening in the rotten thing beneath her with a squelching, fleshy noise.
Lori moaned with sexual desire. She couldn't help it. She'd never felt so
intoxicated by someone in her entire life, her thin tail flagging up in a clear
sign of sexual need and readiness. Mae seemed to ignore the entire display,
save for a quick lick of her lips in anticipation. The cat wasted no time
pouring the fake blood into the pumpkin and setting it on the tracks, turning
to Lori with a wide grin. “This is gonna be dope as eff.”
“Yes, I think it will be.” Lori couldn't pretend with Mae any longer, making
her intentions clear by kissing the cat's furry cheek and placing her trembling
hands on her breasts, giving them a light squeeze which made Mae hiss in
surprise. “I've never held another girl's b-boobs before.”
“Well, I suppose this is happening,” despite her attempt at nonchalance Mae's
voice dripped with arousal and approval of Lori's boldness. Still, she wasn't
about to have a boring little fondling match with Lori Effing Meyers,
considering all of the much more interesting options with someone so unique.
She lifted the knife up to Lori's face and tapped the serrated edge against her
cute, pink nose, the little girl gasping and crossing her eyes a little as her
hands froze. “I don't think I gave you permission to touch me yet.”
Lori suddenly jerked back, suitably chastised and waiting for Mae's commands,
too enraptured to deny her anything. Mae knew it, too. She could see it in
every shift of Lori's thin, young legs, in the twitch of her whiskers and the
fidgeting of her fingers, but mostly in her nervous smile and shining sapphire
eyes.
Mae didn't care that Lori was just a kid anymore, in fact she was starting to
really like the idea. It was just another rule to deny, another falsehood to
forget and replace with the truth. “Strip out of those clothes for me, kiddo.”
“Yes, Mistress of the Rodents.” Mae's ears perked up at that, a smile forming
on her lips, and it only grew as Lori complied with Mae's command, still on her
knees in the shallow snow. Lori's tail swayed counter to her body as she
started to imitate techniques she'd seen in Internet porn, her hands shaking
less and less as she rubbed her own belly, gradually lifting up her shirt and
her confidence, inch by precious inch.
Mae could already see the higher of the two inguinal pairs of tits peeking at
her from over the hem of Lori's pants, and her cute little belly button was
soon in Mae's sight as well. Lori was moving like a cultist in a trance, her
eyes half-lidded and her dance taking on some esoteric pattern, like she meant
to summon some sort of demon into their world. She didn't slow nor hesitate as
Mae began to prowl toward her on all fours, her shirt revealing two, then four,
and then six more nubs of sensitive flesh, the highest jutting forward on her
small, well-rounded boobs.
“No bra, huh?” Mae was practically purring as she said it.
“Th-they're really uncomfortable. I don't like them.” Mae licked her lips
again, releasing a husky breath over Lori's face. Lori took this as a signal to
speed things up, tossing her shirt aside and hastily unbinding the button on
her pants, but when she moved to pull down the zipper her fingers found that
Mae was doing it for her.
“This is the scene,” Mae began, whispering seductively into Lori's ear, “where
the kid gives into her lust, and falls helplessly before the monster when her
passions are interrupted.” Mae let her claws out as she pulled Lori's pants
away, their sharp tips trailing down Lori's legs until Mae reached the ground.
With Lori on her knees the offensive clothing couldn't be removed, so Mae
pushed Lori to her back and leered over her, growling with arousal, Lori's
pant, shoes, and socks joining her shirt in the snow. “But this isn't a
classic, it's new wave horror. In our movie the one you lust after is the
monster, aren't I?”
“Y-y-yes.” She was huffing again, the sound and the way it made her chest heave
filling Mae's eyes with lust and a deep purr came from her chest. With her
pants removed the final pair of youthful tits was revealed, resting just above
Lori's crotch. All ten tits, her soft fur, the button on her belly, the slight
outline of her ribs, those cute round ears, twitching whiskers, and gorgeous
sapphire eyes. Only one prized sight remained hidden, and not for long.
Mae lifted the knife, made certain Lori was watching it, and then slowly and
carefully she slid it between Lori's damp panties and the hot, needy source of
those juices, hooking the cloth on the serrated edge and peeling the simple
white panties away. “Put your hands above your head for me, and don't move.”
Lori did as she was told, her toes curling cutely and her tail settling in the
snow.
Mae's claws were tracing patterns on Lori's soft skin through her short,
youthful fur, making perfect pentagrams around her many tits, little traces of
curves like the infinity symbol, and many more patterns that almost seemed
runic in nature, but Lori couldn't identify most of them. Denied the use of her
own body she'd simply retreated to her mind, trying to decipher a meaning from
Mae's roaming claws, but even that control was taken from her when Mae licked
her neck, sending Lori's thoughts crashing into a lustful mess.
Mae was straddling her now, her sharp teeth on Lori's neck as she licked and
suckled there, her right paw kneading into Lori's breasts and her left running
claws gently against the sensitive skin of her inner ears. Lori groaned with
growing need, her hands clenching into fists as she fought the urge to move, to
touch Mae back, to hold her close and never let go. “Murrrrr~ You have my
permission to beg.”
“I need you, Mae. Please let me touch you! I-I-I'd k-kill someone to touch
you!” Lori still diligently kept her hands above her head, but she was
struggling to do so, her back arcing and her hips grinding into Mae's thighs as
she tried to get closer to the feline.
“Who? Who would you kill, Lori?” Her voice was so calm, so in control.
“Anyone. Anyone! I'd kill anyone you wanted me to, just please--”
“What about yourself?” Those eyes! “Would you die for me, Lori? Would you
suffocate?”
“Yes!” Mae seemed impressed by Lori's lack of hesitation, pinching one of her
nipples to hear her gasp again. “Aaa~! Bu-but I'd rather you do it. If you want
me d-d-dead then please k-kill me, s-slowly. I want to know w-what my bl-blood
tastes like.”
“That's enough.” Lori shut her mouth, but when she looked up Mae wasn't angry.
If anything her eyes were just burning brighter, filled with something Lori
didn't really understand, staring at her like she was just a thing to be used.
“You aren't going to die, Lori. You're just going to suffer. Undo these for
me.” Mae shifted her hips forward, Lori's hands rushing to touch her now that
she had an excuse, groping her crotch as she unbound the button and pulled the
zipper down. “Good girl.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Keep calling me that later, but don't talk again unless I say you can.
Understand?” Lori opened her mouth, froze as Mae's gaze became even more
intense, snapped her jaw shut again and nodded meekly. “Gooood girl.” Mae's
pants and black panties were at her ankles when she sat on Lori's knees and
stretched until her booties were in Lori's face. “Get rid of that mess.” Lori
hastily complied, throwing the shoes and clothing off to the side.
“Mmmm... Now, lick.” Lori breathed deeply of the stench of a very active
woman's feet, the muscles in Mae's thighs from all her running, jumping, and
fighting pressing down on her rows of nipples just as Lori's tongue pressed
into the pads of Mae's paws. The sweat was bitter, but she swallowed it down,
worming her tongue around the fleshy pads, into the matted fur, between Mae's
toes, and over her her sharp claws.
Mae bent her ankle, pointing her claws at Lori's face. “Now suck.” Her lips
closed around Mae's first toe as she let it slide into the warmth of her maw,
the claw threatening to hit her uvula as she suckled on it, drinking down Mae's
sweat greedily. She released the toe with a wet pop when she'd gotten all she
could from it, moving on to the next. As she sucked anew she felt Mae's claws
dig into her ankles, the cat releasing a pleasured purr.
So she continued with each of the cat's four padded toes, repeating the full
ritual on the second foot offered to her as her new Mistress commanded. Mae
wiggled her toes when Lori was finished, giggling in satisfaction. “You're such
a cute little toy, Lori.”
Mae was suddenly standing and turning around, planting her plush ass on Lori's
small breasts, her tail flicking playfully over Lori's nose. She'd removed her
shirt so quickly that Lori almost didn't notice where it landed. “Unhook the
bra strap.” Lori's fingers were trembling as she complied, and suddenly Mae was
as nude as Lori was.
“I'm going to smother you now. If you work fast enough then I'll let you
breathe again. Say, 'Yes Mistress, please suffocate me.'”
“Y-yes Mistress, p-please suffocate me.”
“Good girl. Take a deep breath.” Lori's eyes widened as Mae slowly lifted her
hips, only to lower herself again in one swift motion, roughly shoving her ass
over Lori's face, shrouding her in midnight blue fur and soft flesh. “Don't
waste my time.” Lori pushed aside her shock, managing to wrench open her jaw
and extended her tongue until she hit Mae's vulva. “Nnn~ yes, you dirty little
toy.” Mae was already dripping, and the taste of her juices made Lori gasp away
precious air into Mae's pussy. She hadn't expected it to be so sweet, like a
creamy latte with extra caramel.
Mae came alive the moment Lori began to eat her out in earnest, her hips
drilling Lori's snout and tongue into her sopping wet pussy, her claws digging
into Lori's thighs for leverage, and her voice growling from deep in her throat
as she vocalized her approval. “You can use your hands too now, rrrrr, if you
want.” Lori did, her hands kneading into Mae's ass as best she could from her
position, her tongue lashing back and forth over Mae's now hungrily gripping
snatch. Sometimes Mae would lift up enough for Lori's tongue to rake against
her clit, but more often she drove her ass down hard, matting down Lori's
whiskers with her pussy juice and letting the young girl explore her depths.
It didn't take long for Lori to bring her Mistress close to the edge, the prior
teasing leaving them both primed to burst, but Mae almost cruelly shifted her
pussy out of reach and immediately pressed ever harder over Lori's face, the
confused girl flailing an arm to the side before her tongue brushed against
something and she slowed. “There's plenty more of my ass for you to eat, little
girl.” Lori was eager to please, even as her lungs started to burn, and got
right back to work.
Lori's hands gripped Mae's hips as she wormed her tongue past Mae's sphincter,
her anus tighter and more resistant to Lori's explorations at first. The
slickness of Mae's juices and Lori's own spit were rapidly solving that
problem, and Lori was soon feasting on the flavor of Mae's asshole, her tongue
exploring and cleaning every inch she could reach. Whatever pockets of air had
been trapped between Mae's ass and Lori's face had long since settled into the
young girl's lungs, and the feeling of suffocation only made her work faster
and harder.
“Good job, Lori. You deserve a reward.” Lori released a muffled moan into her
meal as a feeling she'd never experienced before shot up her spine from her
crotch. Mae had flicked Lori's clit with a claw, and it was so much better than
when she'd touched herself in the past. Mae was far from finished, however,
digging her padded fingers into Lori's cute, youthful cunt. She was working it
in and out at just the right pace, watching how Lori's body responded to her
treatment and gradually growing faster and faster, until her fingers were a
blur, her hips still working her ass over Lori's tongue. Lori felt Mae's firm
grip slowly curl around her tail, her other hand still busy with her cunt, and
then she pulled, hard.
Lori screamed with ecstasy into Mae's ass, ignoring her desperate need for air
as she lifted her hips, drilling herself into Mae's fingers and riding out the
best orgasm of her life without paying any heed to the world around her. “Hey!
Did I say you could stop?” Lori was still weak and twitching on the ground, the
lack of oxygen beginning to catch up with her, and her climax left her dazed
and unfocused.
As much as Mae wanted to pretend to be angry she just couldn't manage it. She'd
been so adorable when she came, pushing up to get more of Mae inside her like
that. Still, Mae had her own needs to think about. She lifted herself long
enough for Lori to take a labored breath, and then she slammed back down,
sliding Lori's muzzle into her pussy in spite of the sting of her whiskers.
“Hold still.” Mae began to grind herself over Lori hard, the youth no longer an
active participant in what was happening. In those moments her face was nothing
but a toy for Mae to masturbate on, and she used it as roughly as she would any
lifeless piece of silicone. Lori would have been impressed with Mae's strength
and speed if her brain wasn't still mush, a glob of her own spit dripping from
Mae's anus onto Lori's eyelashes.
“Ffffuuuck yes!” While she came all over Lori's face Mae brought the fingers
she'd ravaged the girl's pussy with to her lips, sucking down the slightly
bitter sample of Lori's juices. “Hmmm... Your taste almost stings. I like it,
it suits you.” Lori just groaned in response, utterly spent. “Oh now this is
gonna be fun.”
Lori had no idea what Mae was talking about, and her brain didn't register that
they'd moved until she felt the rumble of an oncoming train. “W-what..?” She
was laid out beside the tracks, Mae just below her, her tongue poised over her
cute little prize between Lori's legs.
“Are you ready?”
“N-not really,” Lori admitted nervously, the sound of the train growing louder,
she could see it in the distance, rapidly approaching.
“Lori, say, 'Yes Mistress, I'm always ready for you.'” Lori stared into Mae's
eyes, losing herself to them. She felt like Mae's will was encroaching on her
own, breaching her mind, taking control of her. She had to obey.
“Yes Mistress, I'm always ready for you.” Mae dove in, lapping at Lori's cunt
with her wide tongue, making her soak herself in seconds and slurping up every
drop she was served by her lovely toy. The train grew closer. Lori knew the
track well, and they were far enough away from the edge. They would live, but
the pumpkin was right there. “M-Mae?”
“I know you.” Yes. “I own you.” Yes! “Let yourself enjoy this, Lori.” Mae got
right back to eating pussy, her paws gripping Lori's small ass and her tongue
moving faster, more vicious. It was coming. The train. The pumpkin.
The air was filled with a cacophonous sound, the pumpkin and all its crimson
contents split open and splashed viscerally over Lori's belly, boobs, and face.
The sight of it on the top of Mae's head while she pinched her clit - the
feeling of being soaked in blood - “Aaaaah~!” Lori came again.
“Mmm... So sensitive.” Mae climbed up Lori's body, her paws sliding over the
red substance and chunky pumpkin bits on her belly and tweaking erect nipples
as she went. When she was nose to nose with Lori she brought her right thigh
between Lori's legs, rubbing it sensually into her snatch.
Then she kissed Lori, hard and demanding, the girl's head pressed into the
ground as she was once again on her back. Mae's head twisted slightly, and then
her tongue invaded Lori's mouth, probing every inch, tasting her uvula and
making her gag in surprise, the press of her leg shifting up until she was
roughly digging her knee into Lori. She could taste her own juices on Mae's
tongue.
It may have taken only a minute, or perhaps thirty. Lori couldn't track time
anymore, but she came again, and she had no respite. The memories became a
fuzzy blur as she was brought to climax again and again, sometimes with a
padded finger in her virgin asshole, other times with fingers deep in her
throat, training her gag reflex. Mae lifted Lori by the tail, eating her out as
she dangled upside down, and commanding the youth to return the favor. Over a
log, Mae lamenting that Lori was too small to be fisted. In the middle of the
tracks, scissoring until Lori couldn't muster the energy to move.
Mae was fine. Mae was sturdy. Mae kept a tally while Lori lost track.
Lori was on her knees again, deeper in the woods, the fake blood having dried
into her fur by then, but there was still most of it left in the gallon bottle
Mae now held. She unscrewed the top. “Masturbate for me, Lori.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Her pussy was raw, but she complied, digging her claws into
herself. It hurt so good.
“Get creative. Impress me.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Lori thought for a second, and then she flicked her tail
forward between her legs and bent it around until the tip was poised at her own
pussy, her fingers spreading her snatch open for her to impale herself on her
tail. “Nnnngaah~!” Lori threw her head back with the immense wave of pleasure
that followed, her tail able to thrust much deeper than any finger, and as she
did Mae began to pour the rest of the faux blood over her face.
The red liquid contrasted starkly against the white snow beneath Lori, her
small, eager frame swaying in stupefied ecstasy as she was soaked thoroughly in
both dry and fresh scarlet, viscous liquid. A true Horror Show.
When Mae was finished pouring she wrapped her tail around the back of Lori's
head, arcing her back and pressing her ass into Lori's face. “Eat up.” And Lori
did, still drilling herself as she again tasted Mae's asshole, one of Mae's
hands drilling her own pussy and the other fondling her dangling breasts.
Lori came first, and when she did Mae turned around, letting her suck on her
boobs and pinch unrestrained at her lower four nipples. Mae pulled on Lori's
tail and she knew what to do, their juices mixing yet again as Lori fucked Mae
with her tail for several minutes.
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Lori Meyers was having an amazing week.
Mae had convinced her to get the same chat client she herself used, and they
both spent most of the night messaging each other about the best order in which
to murder a family of tourists for maximum dramatic effect in a slasher film.
That night she dreamed of Mae again, but this time she had her all to herself.
End Notes
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