The four of them would have been quite a sight to see anywhere else, but here in the “Glistening Pearl” they barely even stood out. Cecilia was wearing an omega tight miniskirt, red cotton instead of her usual black leather, and a plain blue T-shirt tied in a knot under her breasts. Strike Three was wearing a knee length, shimmering black skirt and a T-shirt bearing a picture of Catherine’s face and the label “property of…” and below the picture read “No poaching.” Catherine was wearing the companion shirt and a leopard print version of Strike Three’s skirt. And lastly was Charlene wearing a pair of denim shorts and a T-shirt reading “2QT2BSTR8”.
Cecilia waved over the hot looking panda with a drink tray as soon as they found a table. She was really cute, butch to the extreme, wearing black jeans and a T-shirt with the Molson breweries logo on the chest. She had about a half dozen gold rings in each ear, and walked like a linebacker as she made her way over to the table. “What can I get for ya cuties?” she asked as she reached the table.
“Two pitchers of Canadian, and 4 glasses,” Cecilia said gesturing to herself and her companions.
“3 glasses,” Strike Three corrected. “I don’t like beer.”
“What about you kitty cat?” She asked Strike Three.
“Give me a…’ She licked her muzzle thinking, “I want to try something new, what’s good hon?”
“Double Sherry Twist with two straws.”
The waitress left and returned a minute later with their drinks. Each of them threw a fifty on the tray. “Let us know if that runs out. Oh and keep one of those for yourself hon.” The poor girl’s jaw dropped and she stammered as she walked away. Strike Three and Catherine took their sherry and started drinking, their muzzle separated by a couple of inches as they stared into each other’s eyes. Sometimes Cecilia loved watching those two dote over each other, they were so cute, like a couple of kittens with their first love. God she wished that she had someone she cared about like that, all her relationships lately had been nothing more than a cheap yiff. Surprisingly enough that was what she was looking for tonight, another in a long line of meaningless one night stands.
Drinking a deep gulp from her glass Cecilia glanced around the bar for likely prospects, first of all there was that panda waitress. Her muzzle was strong, almost like a man’s, but unfortunately she left more than a little to be desired in the breast department. If Cecilia wanted a handsome, strong jawed morph, with no breasts she’d go find herself some hot young stud to fulfill her needs. No she was definitely after a pretty girl tonight.
She chatted with Charlene; and Catherine and Strike Three when they managed to pull their attention away from each other. Honestly what was the point in going out to a bar if you were just going to sit and stare at your girlfriend, they could have done that at home, and with Charlene and herself out they would have gotten some privacy tonight. All Cecilia would have had to do was instruct Michelle to stay in her own room, and they would have the entire manor to themselves. Having already passed over a fair number of butches and obvious couples, some almost as obvious as her sister and Strike Three, Cecilia spotted a likely looking piece of fluff. She was a pretty little bunny sitting with a couple of other girls at a table, but the seemed like just friends, or maybe sisters, they were all rabbits. She was dressed in a conservative sweater and a knee length grey skirt, looked like silk from where she was sitting. She had the softest looking white and brown fur, and her ears were set back in a droop. She looked shy, her friends had probably dragged her here, but Cecilia had a saying she’d used for years, shy girls are like snails; if you stroke them right they’ll come out of their shell before too long. Still, this one was a little plain and Cecilia didn’t really feel like having to guide her through the experience on account of her shyness.
“I don’t know about you but I’ve been out on one too many jobs lately.” Charlene commented finishing off her beer, and pouring herself another. “At least our docket is empty for a while.”
“Tell me about it, and just think of how busy we’d be if we were actual combat personnel, I mean we’re going nuts just doing scouting and research.” Cecilia didn’t even look at Charlene while she was talking to her, she just continued scanning the room. Another butch, a couple couples. Cecilia took another sip of beer, unlike some people she knew, Cecilia drank beer at least partially for the taste. She liked that slightly bitter wheaty flavor, if she didn’t she’d drink wine, coolers, hard liquor or just about anything else. They could afford it. That was one nice thing about this job, the pay was a mint.
“So see anything you like?”
“Nothing for myself yet, but I think I see something that might suit you. Personally I’m just looking for a quick yiff, you on the other hand could use a real relationship.”
“What makes you think I need a relationship?”
“Charlene, it’s been almost two months since you and Warren broke up and you’re still moping around. Come on girl, you need to get back into circulation.”
“I know, I just don’t know if I’m ready to start seeing someone again.”
“Charlene, now you listen to your baby sister. You are going to leave here with someone tonight, so help me or I will start fixing you up with every guy I can find.”
“Damn it Cecilia, you know that I’m not ready to hook up with another guy, damn insensitive pigs that they are.”
“Well then I guess you’ll have to find a nice girl tonight, won’t you. Or maybe a bad girl if that’s what you’re in the mood for,” she smirked.
Then Cecilia spotted another likely looking prospect, this one for herself. She was a very hot looking vixen, with fluffy hair and flirty eyes. Her black glove markings drew attention to her scarlet claws. She sat at the table with an empty glass in front of her, dangling her high heeled shoe from the end of her footpaw, looking quite bored. Maybe Cecilia could capture her interest. She looked great in her tight little miniskirt and Cecilia could practically see her nipples through her tank top even across the room. Cecilia turned around and located the panda and waved her over again. Then she turned back to the cute little fox just in time to see a very butch panther in stretch pants and a collared shirt place two beers on the table and forcefully draw their muzzles together. The vixen went absolutely limp as the panther practically devoured her. Damn she was out of the question; not so much because Cecilia didn’t believe in poaching, although she avoided it when she could, but more because she didn’t want to tangle with that panther, she looked strong.
“Can I get something for you?” the waitress asked. Cecilia thought for just a second before she hit on an idea. A diabolical idea. “Yes, my sister,” she gestured to Charlene, “would like to send a drink to that cute rabbit over there, the one in the green sweater.”
“Cecilia!” Charlene gasped.
“What? Come on, trust me. She looks shy, she probably won’t push the sex issue. That’ll give you time to get used to being in a relationship again.”
“What kind of drink would you like to send her?”
Charlene sighed resignedly. “Make it a four ounce American Beauty.” The waitress raised an eyebrow and repeated the name skeptically. “Equal parts brandy, dry vermouth, grenadine and orange juice and a dash of white creme de menthe. Shake with ice, and strain it into a glass, then top with port.” Charlene loved ordering that drink to confuse bartenders, one of her first girlfriends, a waitress, had drank them all the time and so Charlene had kept drinking them. Before she went away Cecilia topped off her glass to finish off the first pitcher and placed the empty pitcher on the waitress’ tray. While the waitress went off to prepare their drinks Cecilia continued to look around the bar for a cute girl.
Well, it looked like Hope had found herself a new woman. Hope and Cecilia had been an item for almost half a year, until shortly before Cecilia met Michelle. And right now the buxom little white tailed doe was snuggling in a booth with a sleek Giant Dobbie. “Poor girl,” Cecilia chuckled, “Bet she doesn’t know what she’s in for.” Hope was the most ironically named morph Cecilia had ever met. She was jealous to the point of acute paranoia. When they had been involved Cecilia couldn’t go two days without calling her or she became convinced that Cecilia was cheating on her, which was true much of the time, and was going to leave her and never want to see her again, which wasn’t. And the time she saw Cecilia drive by on her motorcycle with a passenger, she grilled her for hours about who it was. Under no circumstances would she ever believe the truth that it was Charlene, for crying out loud she had seen that she was with a skunk. But worst of all she didn’t get angry about any of these imagined infidelities, she went to tears and became totally hysterical.
Cecilia decided to take her eyes off her ex-girlfriend and turned back to her sister and Strike Three. They had finished their drink and were now sharing the aftertaste, clutching each other’s paws. “Hey you two, why don’t you get a room?”
They broke off their kiss, “Huh? What do you mean,” Strike Three asked.
“Well why did you two bother coming if you’re just gonna sit there and make out all night? You could have stayed home and shared a bottle of wine, if that was what you wanted to do.”
“Can’t we do this here too?”
“Well you can, but come on, we came here to party. Drink, mingle, flirt, maybe find a piece of tail.”
“But Catherine’s my girlfriend, I don’t want to flirt with anyone else.” the Tigress protested.
“Okay so don’t flirt, still enjoy yourself, get up, dance, chat, going to a bar isn’t just about drinking and finding someone, it spans the entire spectrum of social options.”
“I don’t know, I’ve never danced before, I wouldn’t know how.”
“God,” Cecilia thought, “She is such a baby dyke.”
“All right, we’ll leave dancing till later then,” Catherine suggested. “For now we’ll just have a couple drinks. Trust me we get you drunk enough you won’t care how you look on the dance floor. And that’s they way it should be, all you should worry about is enjoying yourself.” Catherine picked up the remaining pitcher and poured two mugs of beer.
Charlene poured the last of the pitcher into her glass so Cecilia looked around for the waitress. She was right now carrying a drink over to the shy little rabbit, compliments of Charlene. So Cecilia waved over the other waitress, a femme looking filly. “Yeah we want another pitcher of Canadian, and anyone want anything else?”
“Yeah,” Strike Three injected, “I want a margarita, I’ve always wanted to try one of those.”
“Okay, and tell the bartender it’s for us, he’s already got the money.”
Now they looked back over towards the little pack of rabbits. She was walking up… She put the drink down… Now she was talking, explaining that the drink was a gift. And here she goes, pointing towards their table. Charlene raised her drink a little drawing the rabbit’s attention to her. Now they were talking again. Maybe she wanted the waitress to bring Charlene a drink with a message. If that was the case she was shyer than Cecilia had thought. Then the waitress left their table and made her way back into the crowd of morphs. Strangely though the rabbit’s ears looked even lower now, she was the center of attention at her table, looks like she was getting teased by her girlfriends, or sisters whichever the case may be. Cecilia looked at Charlene who was just leaning back in her chair. “What aren’t you going to go over there and talk to her?”
“Damn it Cecilia, you know I’d rather not get back into a relationship right away.”
Catherine cut in on the conversation with her comment, “Yeah, but if we didn’t push you it could be another two months before you were ready to get back in the saddle.”
“I suppose you think I should go talk to her too?” Charlene asked Strike Three exasperated with her sisters’ pressure.
“I don’t know, if you really aren’t ready maybe you should wait,” Cecilia lightly kicked a black and orange shin under the table. “Ow, but on the other hand sometimes you do have to just say what the hell and go for it.”
“I could say the same thing about getting you on the dance floor baby.” Catherine cooed in her ear.
“All right as soon as I have my margarita.”
“So Charlene are you going to go sweep that sweet innocent young lapine off her feet or not?” Cecilia asked.
Charlene pushed herself away from the table and muttered something about meddlers as she walked away, beer in paw. They watched as she made her way over to the rabbit. Something was wrong though, as she approached the rabbit was shaking her head which she had propped up on one paw. They exchanged words for a minute and the rabbit reached for her purse. Maybe offering her a tick tack. But Charlene waved her off. The talked for another few seconds and Charlene sat down. Success!
Then the filly arrived with their pitcher and Strike Three’ Margarita. Cecilia pulled out another fifty dollar bill from her purse and put it on the filly’s tray. “Only fair that I give you the same amount as I gave the other waitress, although,” She smiled coyly, “I’m tempted to give you a little extra, just for being so damned hot.” The waitress thanked her eagerly and wandered off in shock “You realize don’t you,” She pointed out to Catherine after the waitress was gone, “That Charlene’s gone and left it to the two of us to drink this pitcher all by our selves.”
Now Cecilia decided to give Charlene and her shy little cuddlebunny a bit of privacy and she continued to scan the bar for someone for herself. Then she spotted a plain looking Anteater sitting at the bar. She had her back to Cecilia but her long pointed muzzle was turned sideways, granting the amorous skunk a good profile view. She was dressed in a rather nice skirt and blouse, fairly dressy for just a night of boozing, that was why Cecilia didn’t pass her over in an instant like most of the others. That and the fact that anteater morphs were exceedingly rare. Just then her tongue flicked out. It snaked though the air landing in a bowl of peanuts three stools away down the bar.
Cecilia’s muzzle fell open, she swore she heard a klang, “That tongue,” she mumbled in shock. “Oh god I think I am in love. What she could do to someone with that tongue, oh my god.” She chuckled diabolically and rubbed her paws together.
Cecilia looked around for the waitresses. The panda was across the room taking an order from a butch alligator sitting alone. She turned the other way to locate the horse only to find her walking right up to the table with a drink. The waitress put the glass down in front of Cecilia, “Compliments of an anonymous admirer.” Cecilia was so surprised that she didn’t say anything when the waitress walked away. Catherine realized what Cecilia had received before she did; it was a Maiden’s Delight.
“Wooo. You go girl.” She cracked up. “So wonder who it was, hmm? What if she’s some real skank. Or an ex-girlfriend who wants you back, eh?” Catherine held her sides as she busted a gut laughing.
“I don’t get it.” Strike Three just stared at the drink trying to puzzle out what made it so amusing to her girlfriend. “What’s going on?”
“Well in the local gay community sending a Maiden’s Delight is sort of a code from one woman to another,” Cecilia explained.
Seeing that Cecilia was just going to leave it there Catherine provided the other half of the puzzle, “It means meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes for a quickie.”
“What??” Strike Three stared from Catherine, who was still trying to keep herself from falling over with laughter, to Cecilia who just sat there with a satisfied smirk on her muzzle. “You’re not going to do it are you?”
“Why not, I came here just to find a cheap thrill.” She replied.
“But you don’t even know this girl.” Cecilia just stared at her. “But in a public bathroom?”
“It’s obvious you’ve never experienced the thrill of public sex. Catherine, why haven’t you shown her what it’s like.”
“I tried to talk her into it once, but she was too shy, too afraid of being caught.”
“Well that’s half the thrill of it.” Cecilia said, “The fear of being caught, the suspense, knowing that you’re doing something naughty, it heightens all the sensations. It’s amazing, you really should try it sometime.”
“I couldn’t…” The tips of her ears went absolutely red. “I really couldn’t. I’d be too afraid of someone seeing me.”
“Ah well, I suppose it’s none of my business how the two of you conduct your relationship. I’m going to finish my drink and go get a little action, the two of you have fun, eh?”
* * *
Cecilia preened in front of the bathroom mirror, smoothing her headfur back with a wetted paw. Then she dried her paw and adjusted her bosom, lifting them to provide better cleavage and tightening the knot in her shirt. She freshened her lipstick, and examined the finished product. “oooouu baby. You are looking so hot.” Cecilia informed her mirror image, an image that gave her a very flirty look and ran its soft pink tongue along the edge of it’s muzzle in anticipation.
Cecilia wondered who it was who had sent her the invitation to this private little party, maybe it had been the anteater she had eyeballed out at the bar. Maybe she hadn’t been the only one who felt an attraction between them. She smiled in hopes that her mystery girl would get here soon, and sat down on the toilet to wait, with her skirt hitched up around her waist. While she waited she slid one paw up her skirt and gently started to tease herself, “May as well be wet by the time she arrives.” She gently rubbed herself through the silk of her thong panties. The fabric felt so good caressing her most feminine place, stroking her outer labia. she stroked in a steady up and down motion being careful not to press to hard she only wanted to be hot and ready for her, not have already orgasmed from her own paw.
Cecilia could feel the silk garment growing slick as her womanly juices flowed and soaked through the insubstantial shred of cloth which was as much or more lace than it was silk. She looked down at her panties, having almost forgotten for a moment which pair she was wearing. The thong was bright red, slut red in fact, it was plain enough around the top and the string that nestled itself between her cheeks, rubbing against the bud of her ass as she rubbed her hot gash. The front of the panties were the only piece of silk of any discernible size, and even that was nowhere near enough to even attempt at function concealment of her sex. The panels over her mons were pure lace with a pattern of a rose on each side. These panties turned her on so much, especially on one of her sisters, they had bought matching pairs when they first joined Northern Front.
For a second Cecilia traded her long brushes that stimulated her pussy from the top to bottom, to a short stroke rubbing herself more than just brushing. She imagined the anteater she had seen in the bar pulling open the door to her stall and standing there dressed in a pair of panties very much like her own except they were a mint green which would set off her silverish gray fur nicely and a matching lace push up bra. Without a word she would get down on her knees and flick her tongue across Cecilia’s still pantied puss. Although they wouldn’t be staying on for very long.
Then the sound of the door to the bathroom closing echoed in Cecilia’s ears, “Come to mama.” she whispered, for her own benefit more than anything else. Then the door to the stall next to her closed, Cecilia glanced under the wall at a pair of smooth yellow feet, some type of bird, probably a raptor. What if she was still in there when Cecilia’s admirer came to collect on her invitation? The owners of the bar knew it happened, they had to, however it was still a point of etiquette that you tried to be discrete about it. She might even leave, either assuming that Cecilia wasn’t here for her, or rather than risk knocking on the wrong door. She sat there a few minutes, listening to the soft plops as the bird next door deposited her guano in the toilet.
Then the door opened again, Cecilia practically held her breath for a moment as she waited, hoping that either this wasn’t her admirer or that she wouldn’t leave before the bird did. A few minutes later the bird got up and left her stall. The water at the sinks ran for few moments and then the door opened a third time. Well if that was the bird leaving, Cecilia could expect a knock on the door of her stall in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… knock, knock… knock, knock… knock, knock.
Cecilia grinned as she leaned forward and unlocked the door. She leaned back as it gently opened, and revealed her girl, the woman who had sent her the invitational drink. Damn! It wasn’t the anteater, oh well, what were the odds of two perfect strangers, even when placed in the same environment, both being attracted to each other? This girl was very young, in fact she looked too young to be in a bar, almost too young to fuck; almost. She was a plain looking possum, the typical morph next door, her curves were well visible although blurred slightly by a healthy coating of fat. She was by no means fat overall, however she was not model slim either. She was dressed in a dark blue minidress, and her blonde hair was pulled into braid which hung almost to her waist. Golden blonde hair, arctic white fur, what an incredible combination. She looked pretty damn good.
Cecilia grinned as the sweet possum closed and locked the door. Cecilia remembered what it was like to be that young, so horny that you’d yiff almost anything, it wasn’t that many years ago. “You’re even more beautiful up close,” the possum gushed. ‘my name is…’
“Shhhh,” Cecilia interrupted. “In here we have no names, they just complicate things. After all we only need names if we’re planning on seeing each other again.”
Cecilia reached up and placed her paw behind the possum’s head, guiding their muzzles together. She let her tongue unroll into her companion’s mouth, gliding over her tongue in the process. Her other paw was now wrapping around the possum’s waist and felling her soft young body beneath her dress. So beautifully round, it felt wonderful to stroke. Padded enough that she didn’t feel all bony but not jiggly fat.
Cecilia could feel some surprise, possibly even reluctance in her young lover, she probably had never done it in public like this. For a second Cecilia pondered that maybe Catherine wasn’t the right woman to introduce Strike three to the erotic appeal of public sex, but that thought was gone almost immediately. Cecilia explored the steamy contours of the possum’s mouth, tasting the sweet coolness of spearmint flavored gum lacing her breath. Her left paw snuck lower, dipping under the hem of the possum’s dress, caressing her panties, the were soft and smooth, not silk though, probably nylon, and trimmed in lace. The possum had recovered from the boldness of Cecilia’s kiss and was now reciprocating, wrapping her tongue around Cecilia’s probably tasting the combination of beer, and gin and grenadine from the drink that she had sent her. Cecilia felt the possum’s tongue brushing over each and every little pointed tooth in her maw, as her paws roamed down her back until they reached her waist and the one paw brushed over the base of her tail while the other paw tugged on the string of her thong.
Cecilia ran out of breath in her lungs so she breathed heavily through her nose taking in the possum’s scent, she smelled beautiful her natural scent accented with a subtle perfumed smell of honeysuckle and lilacs. Cecilia felt the tickle of the possum’s breath on her nose as well as they locked their muzzles, tightly together exploring each other’s bodies. Cecilia squeezed gently at the base of the possum’s tail, causing her to jerk her muzzle away for a second and gasp.
“How was that for a start honey possum?” Cecilia grinned, her paws staying where they were, one on the thick naked tail and the other nestled amongst her golden hair.
“Incredible, but I thought you didn’t kiss on a one night stand. Not on the muzzle anyway.”
“That’s prostitutes, they don’t want any kind of emotional attachment, that’s why they don’t worry about cumming. You haven’t done very much of this have you?”
The possum blushed, “No I’ve had one girlfriend, and then we broke up.”
Cecilia’s internal warning flags went up, “You’re not looking for a relationship are you, because if you are then I’m afraid . . .”
“No. No. Now that I’m out of a relationship I’m looking to sample the flavors a bit. Play around with different experiences, and just in general learn about sex.”
“All right, blah, blah less talking more fucking. No was all I needed.” Cecilia replied.
The possum took this opportunity, while they were disentangled and slid her panties off, hanging them on the hook attached to the stall door, beside their purses. Cecilia slid hers off and handed them to the possum to hang up as well. Then as she turned back Cecilia pulled the possum down to straddle her lap facing her. She slid the straps of the dress down the possum’s shoulders, baring her chest which Cecilia immediately started nuzzling eagerly. Her breasts were small but perfectly shaped. They were like two perfect grapefruits, perhaps large grapefruits, but still. She flicked out her tongue and caressed the soft fur of her chest, licking along the side of her meaty breasts. She ran her paw sensuously up the possum’s side and gently placed it on the possum’s other breast. Honey possum whimpered in ecstasy as Cecilia continued to caress her breasts tenderly with her tongue and paw. Her nipples were hot, hard and protruding from her fur, they throbbed against Cecilia’s paw. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “Please, stop teasing me.”
“Patience, little girl, patience. Honestly you’re as bad as Michelle.” Cecilia continued to suck on the young possum’s bosom as her paw left the breast and slithered down her belly to gently scritch the fur just above her pussy. Honey Possum just melted into Cecilia’s arms as the skunk femme stroked her pussy with a fine touch honed by many years of practice. And what fun some of that practice had been. She then gently eased two fingers inside her sopping vagina. Cecilia gently felt her way up the inner wall of Honey Possum’s sweet pussy, feeling the tightness and warmth around her fingers. She stopped her sucking and nuzzled her nose and the side of her mouth against the young possum’s cleavage. It only took Cecilia’s paw a moment to find what she was looking for, she was willing to bet that someone as inexperienced as her little Honey Possum hadn’t ever found her G-spot. Cecilia left her breasts and pressed her muzzle against the possum’s as she manipulated her G-spot. Honey Possum tried to scream as she came explosively, but the sound was lost among Cecilia’s tonsils. As her scream gradually died down Cecilia withdrew her fingers and raised her dripping fingers to her muzzle. The flavor was thick and rich, but not quite as sweet as Michelle’s nor as musky tasting as her own or her sisters’. It had a certain creaminess however that made up for it.
After Cecilia finished cleaning her paw the panting possum smiled sweetly at her, “Okay Sugar Skunk, now let me show you a little trick my ex taught me.” She started stroking Cecilia’s sides while nuzzling her neck and shoulders, so far Cecilia didn’t feel anything unusual. Then she felt her outer lips parting as what felt like a finger slid into her. How could that be, she could feel both the possum’s paws caressing her asscheeks. Then it hit her, possum’s have prehensile tails, to the point where they could actually support their own bodyweight from them. It was starting to get thicker as the prehensile appendage delved deeper into her body. It felt like a long, if slightly thin dick. Cecilia moaned wrapped her arms around honey possum and gave a slight moan. It felt so good. Then as honey possum edged a little more of her tail into Cecilia’s crevasse she whispered to her, “Hold on for the ride of your life, sugar skunk.”
As Cecilia pondered what she could mean the tail inside her gave a small flick. Cecilia gasped in shock from what it felt like, Honey Possum now drew Cecilia into a hot kiss and started flicking her tail around more. It made tiny slaps against her sensitive insides, it hurt just a tiny bit, but it hurt good. Cecilia had never felt anything like this before, it was an incredible feeling. Then she stepped up the flicks of her tail another step, it felt like Cecilia had a weed-eater loose inside her pussy. A feather coated weed-eater, because in addition to the multitude of stinging little slaps Cecilia could feel a near constant gentle stroking as the side of the tail brushed the inner walls of her body. Cecilia felt her entire body convulse as she experienced one of the most powerful orgasms she had felt in years. That was the last thing she felt before she collapsed into a dream state.
She vaguely heard the sound of Honey Possum leaving the stall. She had cleaned herself up and was leaving the bathroom before Cecilia could even move again.
* * *
Charlene sighed as she sat herself down at a free table, and scanned the bar for her friends. Cecilia was nowhere to be seen, and Catherine and Strike Three were out on the dance floor. The tigress was doing fairly well for her first attempt at dancing, probably due to her natural agility and martial arts training. However she still looked like a beginner, it was obvious that Catherine was walking her through it. The air was alive with the sound of a former Spice Girl singing Latin rhythms, as the two fed off the energy in the crowd around them. She continued to look around the bar, mostly trying to locate her youngest sibling. Cecilia had to be around here somewhere, probably hanging off the arm of some floozy.
Charlene just hoped Cecilia picked better for herself than her attempted matchmaking. “Serve her right if she didn’t, though.” the skunk femme muttered under her breath. In a bar full of women Cecilia had to try and blind set her up with a straight girl, here to support her sister. The poor girl had been so embarrassed. She had tried to pay Charlene back for the drink, but to ask that of her would have been rude. It’s not like accepting a drink was a contract to have sex. That was the reason Charlene wasn’t interested in finding a man right away, too many of them seemed to think that it was. She had sat and talked with the rabbit, Bethany her name was, using her as an excuse of sorts to avoid her sister’s meddling for a little while. “Bethany,” Charlene repeated the name mentally, what a beautiful name. For a moment she felt a pang of regret that Bethany hadn’t been interested. In a way she had started to hope that perhaps Bethany’s sister would be interested in going out some time, but as it turns out Charlene was a bit too femme for her taste. Eventually the three rabbits decided to call it a night, and so Charlene had gotten up to rejoin her sisters only to find them gone, and their table occupied by a couple of humans. That was unusual, because even though it wasn’t a rule, although the no men policy was, this was primarily a morph bar. Humans could come here, drink here, and if they could find a willing morph that wasn’t just looking for a plaything to dominate, they could pick up women here, but a lot of the patrons did not welcome them, and made this obvious.
Still no sign of Cecilia, maybe she went home with somebody, or at least for a little trip to the bathroom. That at least was a good sign, the longer Cecilia stayed missing the longer she had before she had to listen to her meddling. Catherine wasn’t nearly as bad, possibly because she was so wrapped up in her own relationship with Strike Three. Or maybe it was because she was actually more than a little more mature than their junior sister. Well, as much as Charlene may have wished it Cecilia wasn’t going to stay missing all night. If she wanted to avoid having to put up with a dozen blind dates over the next two weeks she had better at least try one more fur before she left.
The first girl to catch her eyes was a nimble feline on the dance floor, who tried for a moment to cut in on Catherine, but was pushed aside by Strike Three. She was dressed in a full length slit skirt with a flower print and a matching black blouse. She looked like she had come straight from work. She watched the cat for a minute, absorbing her rhythmic motions. Then the song switched to something slow, and the cat started making her way off the dance floor. Charlene started to get up to go intercept her as she came out of the crowd, only to see her window of opportunity disappear as a large cow snatched her up. She sat back down and sighed, why was dating so damned difficult these days? It was all a big hassle, hardly worth the trouble by her current estimation. Still maybe there was something to what Cecilia was saying, if she didn’t get back into the dating scene soon, she would never be able to bring herself to do it. “Give it one more try Char girl,” she mumbled to herself. She scanned some more, it seemed like all the girls here either had someone or were plain, under-esteemed or otherwise unsatisfactory; after all, the three of them had somewhat of a long running competition to find the most exciting and exotic lover. Cecilia took that competition very seriously, to the point where she practically forbid Charlene to see anyone who didn’t meet certain high standards. There had to be at least one more available girl in this bar, who met the standards.
She spotted a possibility, perhaps a little on the plain side but there were times when beggars could not be choosers. She was a cute bat, soft brown fur, and a blunted muzzle. She wore a pair of tight jeans and an off the shoulder shirt which highlighted her neck, and the ankh she wore around it. Then just as quickly as she had discovered her Charlene brushed off the idea. If she had to hook up with someone tonight she at least wanted someone who would cuddle with her through the night. Bats had peculiar sleeping habits and hours which would interfere with that. So Charlene continued the great girlfriend hunt, turning to another. A skunk in Jean cutoffs with four cheeks to powder, as the human expression went, and a shirt much like the one Cecilia had worn except that it was white, watched her from the bar. The look on her muzzle just screamed virgin, she was probably looking for a wild fling to blow her saphic cherry, not what Charlene was looking for. For that she would have to turn to Cecilia or any number of other cheap skirts in this joint.
Then Charlene spotted a black panther standing a little ways down the bar from the skunkette. She was sleek and muscular, not voluptuous but not flat chested. She wore a backless black leather pantsuit which tied behind her neck. She sat there, no-one nearby, with a three quarters empty beer in her paw. She looked flexible, not to mention fit. She could probably make love all night and still have the energy to cook breakfast for two. Charlene was a little surprised at this resurgence of her longings and got up from the table. As Charlene made her way over she took a closer look at the panther. Short cut black headfur, so dark that it looked blue, and her ears each had several rings of silver through them and a chain ran the length of each ear, threading the earrings. As she approached Charlene could make out the outline of a pair of nipple rings underneath her halter, the outline was too clear for her to be wearing a bra, even if Charlene hadn’t already seen her back naked from the waist up. “How kinky,” she thought to herself. Charlene checked herself over, her shorts were good, showing as much leg as they were able and her T-shirt gave her the casual look, that was anything but casual to come by. Now was the time to do it. She walked up to the bar next to the addressed the bartender, “Give me a dark beer, whatever’s on tap.” Then she turned to the panther “Can I get anything for you?” she asked batting her eyelashes seductively.
“I’d love to but I’ve got to run.” the panther replied downing what remained of her drink and throwing on her leather jacket. Then she said goodbye to ‘Loni’ the bartender and headed out the door. Charlene sighed, that one had been so cute in a butch way, and she hadn’t even scored a telephone number. Time was she had been able seduce any guy or girl into bed. One time she had intercepted a businessman at lunch and talked him into cutting out on a meeting that had gotten him demoted. But he had said their afternoon together was worth it, not to mention the evening, or the next morning. He had spent the entire weekend with her in his loft and had very nearly called in sick on Monday morning, but it was all worth it he had said. When had she lost the gift?
Rather dejected Charlene collected her drink and made her way back to her table, only to see a pair of squirrels about to take it. She continued to walk towards the table, anger on her muzzle and her tail thrashing. With everything that was happening the last thing she wanted was to have to find another table. Fortunately the squirrels detected the approach of an irate skunk and decided to find somewhere else to sit. With a hearty sigh Charlene flopped down into her chair, no longer caring what she looked like, or where Cecilia had wandered off to. She sat for a while loosing herself in her beer, at one point she looked up to glance at Strike Three and Catherine to find that they had left the dance floor, and were now sitting in a rear booth, hiding in the shadows. Their muzzles were locked together, as one paw of each fur was caressing the other’s back and neck, and the other paws were under the table out of site. For a moment she felt a painful stab of jealousy. It wasn’t fair, Catherine has Strike Three practically drop into her lap, and here she couldn’t get a date if she used a .45! She could feel her eyes starting to get damp. “Damn it,” she cursed, “I am not going to cry, not here and not now.” She choked her feelings back and buried them with another quick slug of beer.
Charlene crossed her arms on the table top and laid her muzzle atop them. “How could she just up and leave like that?” Charlene pondered. First Warren, now this. Could it be that she wasn’t attractive anymore. Had she let herself go in some way that she hadn’t noticed? She was tempted to go to the bathroom and take a good honest look in the mirror but she knew this wouldn’t do any good. She had never seen herself as someone particularly attractive. Sure she kept in good shape, but she didn’t find her own body attractive. Cecilia and Catherine had probably seen it, whatever it was, and they had just been too polite to mention anything.
And while she was here being miserable Cecilia was off somewhere being the immature little tart that she was. All she ever seemed to care about was herself, and what she wanted. When presented an opportunity to cater to her own hedonistic appetites, she could never spare a second’s thought for anyone else’s needs or desires.
As Charlene sat at the table feeling sorry for herself she heard one of the chair’s slide away from the table, and a beer came to rest on the table. Cecilia had obviously gotten her rocks off and was returning now, and she hadn’t even thought to bring her a beer. Charlene snapped her head up off the table as she snarled “Where the hell have you been…” She trailed off as she realized that Cecilia was still nowhere to be seen. Joining her at the table now was a cute Dalmatian in a powder blue sheath dress which came midway down her supple thighs. She was truly beautiful, one ear black the other white, and her whole body a lovely mottled monochrome.
“If you say ‘all my life’ I’m leaving.” the dog teased.
Charlene blushed to the tips of her ears, “Sorry, I thought you were my sister.”
“Disappointed?” she inquired, cocking her head coyly.
Charlene was still a little mystified, something about this beauty now sitting at her table was awe inspiring. “Definitely not,” she replied dreamily.
“My name’s Morgan.” Charlene was flustered, she was so struck by Morgan’s appearance that she had completely forgotten introductions. As she introduced herself Charlene thought, “This evening is definitely looking up.”
* * *
Catherine and Strike Three drifted around the floor on a gauzy cloud as they held each in their arms. They gazed into each other’s eyes lovingly no longer aware of two dozen or so other couples dancing, conscious only of each other’s loving embrace and the not-so-soft crooning of Steven Tyler as he sang “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing”, the last of the three songs Catherine had bribed the DJ to play. they gently rocked back and forth turning in their own private world, where there was no-one to intrude on their perfect loving happiness. Catherine could feel the soft rumbling of Strike Three purring softly, so as not to interfere with the music. A warm shining light filled them both and through this light ran a gentle current flowing from Catherine into Strike Three and then gently rolling back, like two tides running opposite each other in perfect synchronization. This moment, this one moment in time would forever remain in their memories as being absolutely perfect. Anything which opposed that perfection their minds refused to acknowledge. Little things like the discomfort of their high heels were filtered out by their subconscious to prevent them from soiling the sublime perfection of this moment. Also forgotten was the vague throb of exhaustion in Strike Three’s muscles. Fortunately this was a slow song, because Strike Three had put herself so into learning to dance that she had practically worn herself out during the first two. Eventually they came down off their cloud as the song ended and Catherine led Strike Three off the dance floor paw in paw. She didn’t even bother looking for Charlene or Cecilia. Cecilia was surely still at her little Rendezvous, and Charlene was probably sweet talking that cute little rabbit.
The two women collected their purses from the small storage bins at the edge of the pit, withdrawing their ID to flash it at the bouncer, as proof of ownership. Catherine looked around the room until she spotted what she was looking for. In the one back corner, up on a slightly raised section of the bar was a couple of booths all three were empty. The light in that corner was burned out and had not gotten around to being replaced, leaving it quite dark, and heavy with shadows. She led her rather exhausted tigress up to the corner booth, the darkest and most concealed of them all, still if anyone had been sitting there, their presence would be detectable even if their identity would be concealed by the darkness.
Tonight was certainly a night of firsts for Strike Three and Catherine was about to add one more first time to the list. As they passed the Panda waitress Catherine caught her attention, “I’d like two glasses of white wine brought to that corner booth, something sweet and fruity. In fact bring the bottle, if there isn’t enough left over let me know and I’ll refresh the pot.”
As they sat down together in the booth and waited for their wine Catherine put her arm around Strike Three. “So what did you think of dancing?”
“Oh god,” the half drunk Tigress panted, “It was incredible, I had so much fun. But my favorite was that last one. Holding you as we danced together, it was like a dream, a wonderful dream, that I never wanted to wake up from.”
“I know baby, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier in my life.” At this point the waitress arrived with a bottle of white wine in a small bucket of ice, and two glasses. “How’s the pot doing?”
“You’ve got about thirty dollars left.” The Panda replied uncorking the wine for them.
“Well I don’t know about my sisters, but this wine will probably do me for the night.” Since they didn’t want to order anything the waitress seemed to see no further reason for intruding on them and left them to be alone.
They poured a couple glasses of wine and sipped those in silent adoration, both drinking in the subtle beauty of their lover as truly as they drank of the wine. As the first glasses neared emptiness Catherine sighed and set her glass down. Then she took Strike Three’s paw and guided her glass to the table.
“Strike Three honey,” Catherine started, taking Strike Threes other paw in her own.
“You know I’ve had a lot of lovers over the years. But I just want to tell you, that I think for the first time, I’m truly in love. Before it was always all about the sex or maybe having fun, but with you it’s more than that. Just holding you, and looking into your eyes makes me feel complete, makes me feel like I’ve finally found what I was looking for with all the others. I have finally found the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
Strike Three sat there her eyes sparkling with the hints of tears of happiness. she reached out and took Catherine’s muzzle in her paws and the brought their muzzles together. The merest touch of Strike Three’s lips filled her with joy and contentment like she had never before known.
For the longest time they merely held each other, muzzles fused, paws caressing the sleek muscles of each other’s shoulders and back. Their tongues dancing together as they felt the pressure of each other’s breath on their noses. After a time Catherine slowly drew her paw down Strike Three’s spine, counting each vertebrae beneath her fingers. Finally she reached the base of Strike Three’s tail which was right now wrapped around their waists, entwined with her own. She gently rubbed the thin fleshy appendage with her paw, feeling it twitch in her paw in response. Strike Three moaned into her mouth as her purr grew to deafening levels. Catherine could feel Strike Three’s nipples growing hard as they pressed against her own through their shirts. Slowly she slid her paw down Strike Three’s leg, until finally she found her paw on striped silky fur. She stroked the cat’s thigh until finally Strike Three broke off their kiss with a gasp. “Let’s go somewhere private.” she gasped, her voice desperate with passion.
“Why bother,” Catherine grinned mischievously sliding her paw higher up Strike Three’s thigh bringing it under her skirt.
“Oh god, we can’t… but I can’t wait…” Strike Three moaned.
“Then why bother. It’s dark here, as long as we keep our paws below the table it’ll look like we’re just making out.” Strike Three’s eyes darted around the bar, even with the scene they had already been making there didn’t seem to be anyone looking in their direction.
Catherine took Strike Three’s muzzle by her chin and guided it back towards her, and pulled her into a kiss again. Sensing no resistance on the part of the tiger she slid her paw all the way up to heavens gates. Taking her sharp little claws she snapped the string of the thong and pulled the string from it’s comfortable little nest between her cheeks. Now her target was exposed, Catherine gently stroked the outer lips of her kitty’s little pussy. She could scarcely believe how wet Strike Three had gotten from their petting, good thing the seats in these booths were soft plastic. She chuckled around Strike Three’s tongue while she ever so gently teased her lover. She slid one finger inside the dripping hole and slowly stirred the pot, feeling the honey soaked flesh suck ineffectually at her probing digit.
Catherine’s attention was drawn momentarily by a paw sneaking into her own skirt, she reached down with her free paw and grabbed the exploring paw by the wrist. She pulled it back and led it around to her waist, signaling to Strike Three to simply lie back and let her give her pleasure. Through all this she was still brushing the depths of her tigress’ muzzle with her tongue while Strike Three’s slithered across it trying to guide it. Catherine continued to roam the oh-so familiar depths of Strike Three’s secret garden with her one finger while her other fingers brushed and teased her outer lips, causing her body to flutter with delight.
After a minute of this action Catherine slowly eased another finger inside Strike Three and started pumping them inside, simulating a good fucking, even if her fingers where somewhat small for the task. While her one paw was busy below the table her other had slid up Strike Three’s shirt and was now openly groping her right tit through the satin and lace of her bra. She could feel her love’s nipple nearly burning hot in her palm and almost as large as a pencil eraser. Strike Three’s whimpers of delight and passion vibrated off Catherine’s tonsils, almost tickling her throat. She continued to pump and stroke, feel and caress stoking Strike Three’s passion higher and higher. Her breathing became more frantic and her cries louder, until at last her inner chamber fluttered and spasmed around Catherine’s fingers. Strike Three practically screamed into their kiss, so vocal was she in fact that if there had been anyone in the neighboring booths the might have heard her, even muffled as the sound was.
Catherine withdrew herself from the panting cat and raised her sticky fingers towards her muzzle, but before she could suck them clean, Strike Three darted her head forward with the speed and striking grace of a natural predator and Catherine found her fingers in her girlfriends mouth instead of her own as she had planned. Strike Three licked and sucked at the digits savoring the flavor of her own love juice. Then the two of them snuggled up, basking in the warmth of their love to cuddle.
* * *
Charlene gently opened her eyes, a dull throb behind her eyes bringing back the previous evening. She remembered leaving the bar with Morgan and going back to the beautiful Dalmatian’s house. She remembered borrowing a nighty, which she was wearing currently, and it was swimming on her. On someone Morgan’s size it would be revealing, very sexy, but Charlene was almost a foot shorter than her new friend. The last thing Charlene remembered before drifting off was the two of them cuddling on the couch with a couple of glasses of Brandy.
Somewhere upstairs Charlene could hear the sound of a shower running. Morgan had said that she lived alone, good, that saved her the potential embarrassment of the classic sit-com situation, leaving her free to sneak in and join her new girlfriend for a quick shower. Of course that may result in it being not quite so quick but that was just a chance she was going to have to take. Charlene slowly crept up the stairs, being cautious not to alert those ever so sensitive puppy dog ears. Stair by stair she made her way up to the hallway which led down to Morgan’s bedroom and the attached master bathroom. fortunately Morgan had left the bedroom door open, maybe she had been hoping that Charlene would wake up and come join her. Well then who was she to disappoint.
Charlene slipped into Morgan’s bedroom quietly, even though the bathroom door was closed Charlene could hear the sounds of a very skilled, although still amateur rendition of Carmen from inside. She was tempted to proceed immediately into the bathroom and join her puppy playmate, give her something to really sing about. However her ever developing paranoia, or mercenary sensibility as Strike One referred to it, wouldn’t let her, until she had given at least a cursory psycho check. Step one would be the phone by the bed, one of those new electronic models, let’s see who was in the memory. First of all she checked the directory: Mom; Dad, hmm separate numbers there interesting but not worth raising alarm over; meaningless first names, possibly ex-girlfriends; Dr. Lawsen. Strange, how many people had a noted local sex therapist as a speed dial on their phone? On the other paw Charlene had been party to a number of interesting discussions with the good doctor. In fact a member of the American Society for the Scientific Study of Sexuality had written an in depth report on her and her sisters a couple years ago, perhaps her acquaintance with the doctor was something similar. Making a mental note of this Charlene continued cycling through the directory in the phone’s memory, but her efforts turned up nothing more interesting than a good Cajun restaurant. Next she cycled back through the list of callers, again nothing unusual, a dozen private numbers, but nothing noteworthy.
Once the phone checked out rifled through the drawers of the bedside table. Her search yielded a stylish vibrator and an assortment of kink magazines, including several issues of bi-monthly, a hot mag put out for and by the bisexual community. So that meant she liked men too, well that could lead to the possibility of an interesting threesome down the road perhaps, because as angry as Charlene was with the insensitivity of men in general there were times when a woman really needed a good stiff cock. Well the search of the bedside table revealed nothing more so Charlene gave the closet the once over; it was jut chock full of sexy little outfits, but nothing else.
That was pretty much the room, Charlene stopped short of rifling through her panty drawers, she did have some respect. “Well,” she said to herself quietly, “Guess it’s time to get wet.”. She chuckled at the double meaning, as she approached the bathroom she spotted something laying on top of the dresser, it was a gold colored metal ring. Far too big to be a ring, or an earring, but it was not large enough to be a bracelet for Cecilia, let alone Morgan who towered even over Charlene. Strangely it looked vaguely familiar to Charlene, but fighting the pulse in her head she couldn’t really place it. She should have gotten a cup of coffee before she came up here, but she didn’t want to blow this chance at a little water play, not to be confused with water sports of course. That was one thing Charlene was happy to have never experienced, on either side of the fence.
She removed her nighty, folded it, and placed it on the bed. Then using the stealth techniques that she had learned from Karl, Charlene slowly opened the door, the sound of her entrance being covered by the hauntingly beautiful tones coming from the Dalmatian’s throat. Charlene slipped inside the bathroom and swiftly crept forward, she could make out the shadow of Morgan’s back through the frosted glass of the shower stall.. In one swift movement she pulled open the shower door and slipped inside shutting the door behind her. Now Morgan stiffened in surprise as her song ceased abruptly half way through a note. Charlene tried to relax her by slipping her arms around the pretty puppy’s waist and rubbing her paws all over her tight little belly. Charlene gently nuzzled the middle of Morgan’s back, kissing between her shoulderblades. “I heard the shower running and thought you might want some help cleaning yourself. I’d be more than happy to give you a good scrub.” Morgan just stood there in shock as Charlene slid her paws a little lower to gently cup her lover’s sex. Then it was Charlene’s turn to be shocked. Her paws were wrapped around a large and very erect penis. It suddenly fit, that ring, it had been a cock ring, the kind that keep one from becoming erect. Obviously to keep from spoiling her dress lines, actually that would be hir dress lines wouldn’t it, with a very male protrusion.
Charlene could hear Morgan starting to softly whine, and then it seemed shi could take it no longer. Shi took Charlene’s paws, which were still wrapped around hir cock, by the wrist and pulled them away from hir body. Then Morgan turned and ran from the bathroom crying in shame. Charlene was stunned, she had so many questions about exactly how this came about. She was pretty sure that shi hadn’t gotten breast augmentation, or if shi had it was hormone shots. She had spent enough time nuzzling and brushing those breasts through a silk nighty last night to tell the difference. But if hir breasts were natural then what was the story with her unusual equipment, shi was far too feminine a dresser to be a in the midst of a Female to Male sex change, and besides the genital alteration came last in those sorts of things. At least she thought it did, she had never really looked into it. Finally coming out of her stupor Charlene thought she had best go and find Morgan.
She didn’t have to go far, The Dalmatian was sitting on the edge of hir bed, wearing a bathrobe hir tears mixing with the water still clinging to hir fur. Charlene sat down beside hir and ventured a comforting arm around hir shoulders. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this…” Morgan mumbled, still partially in shock. “I wanted to tell you when we were both sober.” Shi paused for a moment and then just as Charlene was about to ask a question shi seemed to know exactly what it was. “I’m a hermaphrodite, I was born this way. I’ve got both male and female parts. I usually try to be with women because my semen is sterile, however I could still get pregnant. I’m sorry. I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me now.” as shi finished shi let out a small whine. Charlene took hir muzzle in her paws and turned it to look at her.
“I was surprised, shocked even. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love my surprise. I’m bi-sexual, truth be told I prefer males parts, but their attitudes need some major work, and now that I’ve met you.”
Morgan sniffed and wiped hir eyes, “You mean you don’t want to break up?”
“Honey, meeting you was like buying a bag of those chocolate coins and finding out the foil is real gold. It’s everything you expected and everything you wanted from it, but then it turns out to be even better than you ever imagined.”
Morgan turned and embraced her, tears of relief dripping down the sides of hir muzzle. After a minute of just sitting there enjoying the feeling of being hugged, of being held, Charlene slowly slid her paw inside Morgan’s robe. She let her paw seek out hir penis, which had retreated into it’s sheath from the embarrassment of being caught. Charlene gently started to brush it, catching Morgan off guard for a moment. In a minute Morgan was at full mast again, Charlene whispered in hir ear, “Now about that scrub…”
Morgan gently nibbled on Charlene’s ear in return, “Well, my shower is big enough for two.”
“Then let’s go.” The two got up from the bed and made their way towards the bathroom, paw in paw. “And I’ve got just the cloth to clean that,” She laughed spinning around in front of Morgan while placing her free hand on hir cock.