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At first, Kyle scoffed at the idea of going out with a bang; the concept of going on a large, final family vacation was overblown, as far as he was concerned.

Some part of him was sure that his family would have plenty more opportunities to go out on a grand vacation in the years to come, but his mother wouldn't have any of it, and the next thing he knew, he was stuffed in the back of a van with his brother in tow and a long drive ahead of him.

By the time they got to the hotel, he desperately needed some air, but Kyle was starting to think he understood what his mother was getting at: his younger brother, Cody, was finally going off to college on the other side of the trip, and advances in technology still couldn't fill the gap left behind by such long distances.

A video call was great, but being around a person: being able to hug them when you were feeling upset, or feel the unique pressure of their voice on your ears as they spoke...even the familiar scents that they wore upon themselves...those little things built up to an experience that a digitally enhanced call could never replace.

For being such a wiz kid in the first place, it wasn't easy for Kyle to admit that.

"Nothing better than having your own bed to crash into after being butt-to-butt with your brother for the better part of a whole day's drive," Kyle murmured, his suitcase in tow and an extra bag slung over his shoulder.

He would have thrown everything onto the covers and slumped right across them, but before he tossed the case from his capable grip, he noticed a pair of green slits floating in the air, right about where he was going to throw his luggage.

"...Is...is this room taken?"

The slits shifted in the air, their emerald hue twinkling with a frightening level of intelligence. At the very center of each slit, he could see a smaller circle, akin to an iris...and somehow, without being able to see the rest of the face, Kyle could tell that he was being smiled at.

"Not at all...this is your room," a voice replied, but any answer was going to prompt a panicked Kyle to nudge the light switch by the door with his elbow. "You are Kyle Denoir, correct?"

His information would have been passed along to housekeeping, if that's who happened to be waiting for him in the bedroom...but Kyle didn't think that the hotel was to the point of using robots to take care of every little thing.

He couldn't be sure that there was a robot laying across the spread of his bed, but the fact that a fully grown, sprawling panther was waiting for him in the darkness, wearing something as close to a smile as a large, feral cat could...he couldn't fathom any other explanation for the unusual sight.

"That's my name, but...w-with all due respect, who in the world might you be?" he asked.

As he stood in the doorway, he felt as though the panther was sizing him up: the eyes looked entirely natural and believable, but somehow, they appeared to have a designated path, as if they were taking stock of the shorter, unkempt follicles of blond that were combed to a side spike, or the tiny dots of cold, blue fear that had become his own eyes.

"My name's Sarasha," she replied. "I'm terribly sorry for worrying you, but I was under the impression that you'd be warned about me when you checked in?"

Kyle and Cody were both nose-deep in their smartphones when they'd arrived at the hotel: their parents had handled the booking process, with the boys completely ignoring the briefing they were given by the hotel staff.

"...I...d-don't recall anything like that," Kyle suggested. "Pretty sure I'd remember the front desk telling me that a giant, animatronic panther would be waiting in my hotel room for me."

"I suppose it's entirely possible that they made a mistake," she replied. "Not likely, of course, given that they're running a cross-promotion with my parent company, but I suppose these things do slip through the cracks from time to time."

Her technology was of an incredible level, even for the near future that Kyle lived in: her responses were clear, concise and fresh, proving that she was actually answering everything he said as he said it, rather than offering up canned answers with an inorganic cadence.

Whatever her inner workings were made of, they provided a level of fluidity and natural conversation that was greater than anything Kyle had ever seen...and to that point, he considered himself to be on the cutting edge of what was technologically advanced.

"Yeah...not ringing any bells. You said you had a parent company, though?"

"Mmhm! I'm an AIPet, and we're assigned to each of the rooms in this hotel," she explained, running the same pitch that the front desk staff had already pointlessly given. "The current promotion allows for guests that are staying with the hotel the chance to own us for a discounted price, as long as they complete a stay of two or more nights first."

Living in the time period he did, it wasn't unusual for Kyle to be advertised a sales deal by a robot, but it was slightly odd that this one was so comfortable with the idea of treating itself as a sales item.

Guess that's just how she's programmed to be? He thought. Not like she can really help it...it's almost sad to see something so beautiful just offering itself up for sale like that...

"Well, I'll have to go ahead and check my pockets, as far as that whole...sale thing is concerned," Kyle dodged the subject of cash, embarrassed by the fact that his parents were paying for the stay; surely, the AIPet would know that about him, but some part of him still felt like the robot would judge him for being unable to make that purchase himself. "But I have heard of your company, before. It's kinda cool that they've assigned one of you to each of the rooms...probably makes for a unique experience."

"No matter how many times you stay, you can always be paired with someone new, but...I may be biased in saying that you've already been paired with the best," Sarasha boasted; her feline pride was so genuine that it felt natural, rather than a part of some kind of program. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kyle. Would you like to explore some of my customizable options, or would you like to take a moment to become acclimated with the room, first?"

The fact that his arms were getting tired drove his decision more than anything. "I...h-heh. I hate to be rude, but I'd really love to put this down and settle in a bit, first...if that's okay?"

It was awkward; feeling like he needed to ask permission to do something from what was supposed to be a living, digital assistant, but Kyle's parents raised him to treat everyone with respect.

That the AIPet was so close to being a living thing...that it had such a convincing and realistic personality, Kyle couldn't help extending that respect to Sarasha, and she gladly abided: she nodded and stood upright on the bed, standing on all fours like a panther would have been wont to do, and arched her back in a natural, feline stretch.

"Of course it is," she answered briefly, and in the middle of her stretch, there was a genuine, albeit simulated strain in her voice as she rolled forth on her paws and extended her spine. "Pardon me for needing to stretch out a little bit, first...laying around in a bed all day leaves one rather stiff, I'm afraid."

She jumped down from the bed with an impressively quietly landing: the whump of her paws settling against the carpet was muted, just as Kyle would have expected of a feline...but he knew that there was some kind of metal skeleton underneath her hyper-realistic fur and composite flesh.

That she could move with such incredible grace was a testament to just how far technology had come, but the realism didn't stop there: she was leaning forth and stretching against, the length of her thin tail lifted up above her back.

Human nature caused Kyle to turn a curious eye to the robotic feline, and he nearly dropped the suitcase on his foot instead of setting it on the edge of the bed.

Sarasha was looking back at him, her eyes leering over her own shoulder and catching the young man in the act, but it was hard to blame him for staring so blatantly at an anatomically-correct addition that he never would have expected.

Her tailhole was exposed; he didn't quite understand why she had one in the first place, but just below that, surrounded by a warm, delicate coat of fur was the thin, scarcely visible flesh of a warm, pink slit.

Holy shit, she...she has a pussy, he thought, unable to keep from stammering, even in his internal dialogue. And I think she knows I'm staring at her. Fuck...what do I do?!

He smiled nervously and dropped the suitcase on the edge of the bed, hoping the hefty noise would diffuse the situation.

Her lips were curled in a knowing grin, but as she finished her stretch, Sarasha lowered her tail, just as a feline would have done before taking the normal, quadrupedal strides that carried her over to the couch.

"We've got a host of different options that you can customize at your will," she explained, as she climbed onto the cushions and spun around once, adjusting the cushions under her paws with each portion of her turn. "There should be an accompanying app that you can install on your phone...feel free to make yourself familiar with the controls, if you should find anything about me needs to be... changed , as it were."

Kyle was going to jump at the chance to tell her that she was perfect, but he was already feeling a little self-conscious about staring at her simulated womanhood to begin with.

He had a soft spot for cats; not so soft that he ever would have considered the thought that flashed across his mind, but he could only think of one reason that a digital assistant would be fitted with such upgrades in the first place.

Must be a lot of lonely people that come through this hotel, looking for company, he rationalized. Guess I can't blame them for breaking down...there's something so human about her expression, but it's...definitely got a certain affection to it.

He didn't need to be coy within the depths of his own mind; Sarasha was giving him a lusty grin, and he didn't have anyone else around to confirm that for him.

"I'll definitely take a look at the app, at least," he offered after too long of a pause. "I don't think I'll have much else to do tonight...we rolled in a full two hours later than planned."

His brother, Cody, was in his own hotel room, attached by an adjacent door; there were no plans by either brother to open that door unless they absolutely had to, and their parents were staying in the larger room across the hall.

For being a grand family vacation, everyone was being given plenty of space to be their own person and spread out, and Kyle was grateful: it was the first family vacation where he wasn't sharing a bed with Cody, or sleeping on a pull out couch in a room full of people.

"We had been expecting you earlier," Sarasha confirmed. "Did you find something to eat before you arrived? I'd be more than happy to help you order room service, if you need it."

Perhaps the most unrealistic thing about Sarasha was her genuine dedication to her customer: brightly as she smiled with every word, she seemed truly eager to help Kyle feel welcome in the hotel room, beyond the limits of what a typical program could accomplish.

She was, as best as he could place it, programmed to be the kind of person, or in this case...the kind of panther that was just generally friendly to everyone.

"I might be up for a snack later, but we managed to grab some fast food before we pulled into town," Kyle explained, quietly grateful for the company. It was nice to have someone to talk to that hadn't been in a car with him for the better part of ten hours. "For now, I think I'm just gonna go ahead and get ready for bed...there weren't really any other plans for the night."

In his own bedroom, Kyle wouldn't have thought twice about stripping down for bed, and he thought it would be the same in his own hotel room: he simply had to lock the doors and seal the deadbolt to ensure himself all the privacy in the world...

...Of course, that was his thought process before he felt like he had company to entertain and worry about.

"An evening of rest would surely do you well, then," Sarasha agreed. "Is there any way I can assist you, Kyle?"

Riding in a car in jeans and a t-shirt all day, Kyle would have been more than happy to strip down naked and call it a day, but he couldn't help feeling that Sarasha was still sizing him up, crazy as that might have been.

"You don't have to do anything for me, really," Kyle assured her, an uneasy smile on his lips; he wasn't used to being waited on hand and foot by anyone, much less by such a beautiful, enthralling creature. "I was just gonna climb into bed and relax for a bit."

"Relax? I've downloaded some research data that suggests that the purr of a feline helps most human beings relax about 30% faster than normal and helps to slow the heart rate...would you like to try this feature?"

Even before Kyle could answer, Sarasha was climbing down from the couch, her movements so natural that it sold the illusion of a wild panther having broken into the room...but she proved no threat to him, as she nuzzled along the edge of the bed.

The slightest rumbling of a purr had a different effect on Kyle, far from relaxing, but the sound was pleasant enough that he couldn't pass up on the opportunity: he patted the fluff of the bed and watched as the panther climbed up into the bed with him, her movements surprisingly delicate and demure.

"Why not? It's not like it's every day that you get a chance to curl up with a wild cat, is it?" he mentioned, seeing past the programming of Sarasha's actions to the possibility that some of it, no matter how slight, was just her genuine thoughts, responses and offerings. "And I am on vacation...might as well make the most of it."

He'd just kicked his jeans to the edge of the bed when Sarasha dropped her chin against his thigh, leaving her muzzle right in the edge of his lap.

Jade eyes narrowed slightly in a slow, affectionate blink, taking just long enough that she was able to gaze up at Kyle and see the shock in his expression.

"Is this acceptable, Kyle? I can adjust if you're not comfortable."

She was a little too comfortable, and the weight of her skull in his lap, coupled with the flicker of her ear against his tummy, proved such a soothing thing that Kyle's uneasy arousal was at odds with his relaxation.

"No! N-no, this...t-this is fine," he answered, his nervous smile breaking into a quick bout of forced chuckling. "It's kinda pleasant, honestly. Not sure what else I would have expected, but...not like I've ever been able to do anything like this before."

"AIPets are designed to help replicate a host of different things that can't typically be experienced in the wild...not safely, anyway," Sarasha casually explained. "And the comfort of our customers is our top priority."

There was little more comforting than the authentic warmth and subtle weight of a beloved pet's head in your lap, as Kyle could attest: it was a bit like having the family dog curled up with him for a night of sleep, but this was different in ways that concerned him, even if only slightly.

Sarasha was intelligent, and her eyes carried a glow that didn't come from their mechanical origin, but the presence of that same intellect. She was crafty and clever, and true to her name, though it may have been artificial, she was a conscious and cognizant being, capable of realizing just how much Kyle was enjoying the weight of her cheek against his stomach, even if he was too bashful to say it.

What she couldn't discern was how tempted the young man was to bring up something less wholesome on his laptop, but with Sarasha right there, curled up against him and purring up a storm...

I can't do that, he thought. How fucking awkward would that be to have her watching me the whole time? And it's not like I can ask her to close her eyes and go to sleep...she'd know what I was up to.

After not giving the massive feline enough credit before, Kyle was determined not to make that same mistake twice...and even if she didn't know for sure what he was thinking about doing, he worried that she might be able to draw that conclusion.

He knew enough about AIPets through his own research to know that Sarasha would be able to feel a subtle rise in his heart rate: nothing so concerning that she'd need to call for help, but enough that it would be consistent with a different sort of condition.

Please, don't get hard...what in the world if she gonna do if you poke her in the face with it?

Setting his smartphone on the nightstand and fishing out his laptop from the day bag, Kyle wouldn't have been able to lie about his distractions. Anything he could do to busy himself with other tasks would help to keep his mind off of asking Sarasha about her other features, but even as her lids grew heavier and her purrs spaced out further and further, he couldn't ignore the realistic warmth of her cheek against his lap.

Covered by a pair of boxers, his cock was twitching just a little bit with the rise and fall of Sarasha's simulated breathing...but Kyle couldn't decide if she was being as innocent as she appeared.

"You're...y-you're not really falling asleep like that, are you?"

Her eyes stayed lidded over slightly, but she answered with a clarity that betrayed what should have been a sleep drunk response. "Not unless you want me to, of course. As I mentioned before, your comfort is my top priority...do you need me to move so that you can sleep? It doesn't look like you're ready to sleep, yet."

She hadn't called him out directly, but she'd already seen the suggestive artwork on the background of his laptop, and how quickly he was sorting through his browser tabs to hide the images that he'd recently been looking at.

For supposedly being programmed to certain behaviors, Sarasha was having a hard time containing her giggles at her new guest's nervous antics.

"It'll probably be a few minutes before I get there," Kyle admitted. "I don't usually fall right asleep...especially not when there's so much noise coming from the other side of the wall."

"I do wish the walls were a little thinner, myself," Sarasha admitted. "I'm fortunate enough to be able to turn off my auditory senses when needed, but...I'm afraid that humans can't do that. Shall I cover your ears with my paws?"

Kyle answered with all the chuckling due such an unusual offer, but it was heartwarming to know that Sarasha was willing to do whatever it took, perhaps literally , to make Kyle's stay comfortable.

"Not sure that's gonna work," Kyle replied through his laughter. His knuckles rapped against the wall behind him as he looked over his shoulder, ignorant of the fact that he couldn't see through the drywall. "You two mind keeping it down over there? Fuck's sake...what could they even be doing in there?"

Cody was assigned his own AIPet: Kyle wasn't aware of her name or nature just yet, but seeing the way that Sarasha followed his every move with intelligent, narrowed eyes, and recalling what parts of her body he'd seen before, he was beginning to wonder about his brother's own bedtime ritual.

"He's not...n-no. He couldn't be."

"Couldn't be what?"

His thoughts finally escaped his lips in a disbelieving whisper, but Kyle snapped back and met with a curious, wide-eyed stare from his own AIPet.

"Oh, I just...h-heh...was just curious what my brother might be up to, making all that noise over there," Kyle explained. "Not really my business, though. He's probably just tossing and turning in his sleep or something."

"He should really ask Lune for some assistance...I'm sure that there's something that can be done to make him more comfortable."

"Is that his AIPet?"

"Mmhm! As I mentioned before, each room comes with one," Sarasha reminded him. "I can only imagine your brother's reaction was a bit like your own...then, most people would be startled by a full grown wolf sprawling out on their bed, even if they knew it was coming."

She had such an organic sense of humor that it alleviated some of the guilt that Kyle felt about his budding attraction to her, but he didn't think the rest of it was going anywhere.

His mental warfare calmed down as Sarasha adjusted her posture, rubbing her cheek against his bare chest on the way to claiming some of the spare pillows on the bed.

"If there's nothing else you need from me this evening, shall I enter rest mode?" she asked. "I'd hate to be the reason that you were unable to sleep...and I can't help feeling that I'm keeping you awake."

Kyle was sure that she knew what was happening to him: even though he'd been able to keep himself from going erect, he couldn't help a little extra vitality and warmth rushing to his crotch, or the subtle twitches that pushed against his boxers...

...But with her face removed from the situation, Kyle felt like he might have dodged a bullet.

"You're really okay," Kyle assured her, but just as quickly as he'd opened his laptop, he thought better of trying to find any other distractions. Having Sarasha at his side was pleasant enough, and her warmth was such that he hardly needed the covers...but he appreciated the veneer of modesty that they offered him, as he set everything aside and flicked the lights by the bed. "Thank you for being so helpful, Sarasha."

Normally, Kyle slept naked, but right then, he was getting past the mental block of curling up to such an alluring creature in the first place...but curl up to her, he certainly did: she was the little spoon that evening, and Kyle wasn't able to pretend it was an accident or retract his embrace...

...Especially when Sarasha captured the back of his hand, keeping his curled arm nice and snug around her midsection.

"...So...you're already in rest mode, or...?"

He waited a few seconds for an answer, but none was given: he assumed that there was some way to wake Sarasha up if he needed something, but right then, he just needed the confidence to slide out of his boxers.

He wasn't giving up that personal comfort so easily...but he'd never known something as pleasant as the warmth of smooth, feline fur rubbing against the bare flesh of his cock as he struggled to fall asleep.

Just ignore it, Kyle...you can do this.

**

Spending all day on the road was an exhausting thing: once Kyle truly was settled in, he'd fallen right asleep, and his family agreed that they should take the first day after the drive to reacclimate and adjust.

They were a couple time zones over from where they started, having bought some time back by virtue of their drive; thanks to that, Kyle woke up about half an hour before his alarm was due to wake him up, leaving him with a little time to collect his thoughts before breakfast.

He didn't think he was going to need that time when he'd arrived the night before, but as slowly as his eyes were fluttering open, his mind was off to the races as soon as he was conscious.

When did she crawl under the covers with me?_He thought, seeing the body of the panther covered by the sheets. _Oh, shit...of course I have morning wood...she's got her back pressed right up to me!

19 years old and still waiting for his first partner to come around, Kyle was the kind of young man that woke up with an erection more often than not, and usually, he thought nothing of it...but this was the first time he'd ever woken up with a realistic, heated body against his crotch.

He couldn't imagine his erection would ever subside, hard as it was throbbing against the top of Sarasha's tailbone.

And I can't tell if she's just faking being asleep for my sake or what...she's breathing so slowly...so shallow...do I even bother to wake her up? Do I just try to go back to sleep? Not like I'm gonna be late for breakfast, at this rate...

His mind continued running laps as he tried to remain calm, but he knew his heart was rushing, beating faster and faster as the lengthy tail of the panther coiled around his leg; it had to be unconscious on her part, but the fact that she could have unconscious reactions in the first place gave him an inkling of just how advanced her programming truly was.

Everything she'd done so far was of her own volition, rather than the confines of a predetermined program...and that meant Kyle had no idea what to expect, when he kicked his leg up slightly and nudged his hips against the small of her back.

If she wakes up, she might be pissed...I might find out that the hotel is monitoring for this kind of behavior...but I just can't fucking help it!

She gave no reaction, but Kyle was trembling with delight as his cock slid across the small of her back, pinned between Kyle's own stomach and the middle of Sarasha's spine.

His sack dragged along with the rest of the package, settling just above the base of her tail...and he couldn't decide if it was her egging him on, or his own imagination that her lengthy appendage was clinging to him that much tighter than it had before.

"It's like she doesn't want me to leave, either..."

His voice was even less than a whisper, but knowing how sensitive the panther was to his voice, he was sure that she'd be able to hear that much, if she were actually awake.

There was a certain terror, but further, an excitement to being unaware of whether she was actually awake or not, tainting his every move with the taboo of performing an act on an unconscious creature...but there was one thing that stuck out to him as a clue to keep going.

Her shoulders were against the bare skin of his chest, and through her upper back, he could feel the low, thick purring that had helped to lull him to sleep the night before.

"Not like she could be purring like that if she wasn't conscious, right?"

He wished she would answer him: that she would confirm that she was not only awake, but desperate for his affections.

As fingertips clenched around her midriff and wondered which way they would wander if they weren't burdened by his nerves, Kyle kept on wishing, but he didn't think an answer would come so suddenly.

It had to be a coincidence: that she was just getting comfortable as his hips rubbed against her lower back, causing her velveteen fur to glide along the underside of his cock, but it was the most heavenly coincidence he could imagine...enough that Kyle was forced to stifle a moan.

He was sure that sound would have drawn a reaction from her, no matter how deeply she was sleeping.

"I should just ask her...just find out what her limitations are," he murmured, teeth gritted and lips quivering. "They wouldn't have given her proper anatomy if they didn't want her to be used for that, right? There wouldn't be any need, otherwise..."

If he'd just bothered to play with the app the night before, he would have seen all of the customizations that were available to him: the different levels of warmth and fluid secretion that he could choose from would have been all the evidence he needed to feel comfortable with shifting his whole body a little bit lower on the sizable feline.

That didn't mean, of course, that he didn't feel the warmth just under the base of her tail, radiating over the edge of his thigh and tantalizing him with the possibility of what could be if he found the courage to lift that base and slide his throbbing cock just below it...

...But Kyle didn't believe that Sarasha was capable of doing that on purpose, even as she continued to shift against him.

"Gotta be careful...t-this feels too good," he whispered, knowing that precum was already threatening to spill from his tip...and no sooner than he warned himself did a healthy spurt of the mess spill into Sarasha's fur, marking her lower back with the evidence of what Kyle had been up to. "If she keeps pushing back on me, I...I might..."

He didn't want to say it: some part of him was worried that she might respond if he uttered the word, but he was the one still grinding against the small of her back as they cuddled away the morning.

He was the one gripping her torso that might tighter, so much so that she couldn't have ignored it, when her body finally decided it wasn't comfortable anymore.

Everything went still, save for Sarasha: Kyle's arms froze in an awkward posture as her body turned slightly, smearing a trail of his precum across the side of her back, and yet, she didn't stir to the sensation of that mess spreading over her.

Her eyes were closed the entire time, as Kyle was fortunate enough to see when she was face to face with him...but there was something a little too sly about her resting smile. Lips were tickled with a flash of her pink tongue, and sleepy, errant groans escaped her lips, but even then, she hadn't given a sold sign that she was awake and enjoying herself.

Kyle's continued wishes for an obvious sign--his lack of experience made him a little dense with the ones Sarasha had already shown--were still being ignored by the panther...he was still nervous enough to allow himself to believe a certain truth.

It had to be a coincidence that her turning posture allowed her front leg to drape over his arm, her muzzle to brush against his face...and the artificial flesh of her womanhood to kiss the very top of his shaft as her thighs rolled over.

There's no way she'd do something like that on purpose, he thought. She's just making herself comfortable...she can't have that sort of freedom of action, right?

Sarasha's mind was a more complete form of artificial intelligence than anything Kyle had ever heard of before, and a little more research would reveal that she was more than capable of coming onto him of her own volition, but in silence, the AIPet was admiring Kyle's restraint: she couldn't imagine a human being resisting the warm, delicately moistened touch of a vaginal slit against their cock, much less when it was already at a full erection.

His precum was spilling against her inner thigh as he held perfectly still, but Kyle didn't think he'd be able to keep that up much longer: he needed to know more of the simulated flesh that had kissed against his member.

At that point in his life, it was the only labia he'd ever touched in any sense of the word, with any part of his body; had Sarasha known that, she might not have given him such a welcome opening in the first place.

"Can I even move away from her without cumming? She already got me so close by rocking back against me like that...and it's so warm down there...f-fuck..."

If he gave another thrust, he was sure he'd burst, but there were signs, even before he nearly went over the edge, and he wasn't sure how Sarasha was ignoring them.

His arms were around her back, keeping her right close to his body, and though he hadn't seen the brilliant, emerald gaze of her eyes, he was sure that she was awake, whether she confessed it or not.

The subtle wiggle of her hips as she adjusted herself was simply too perfect a gesture, too well placed for Kyle to believe it was a coincidence.

It's like she knows that I want this, but she won't just come out and ask me if I do, his mental anguish continued, showing itself in the form of a full body tremble. Why can't you just ask the question first, Sarasha? Why can't you just ask me to put it in?

He had plenty of questions to ask himself about his desires and kinks: the fact that she seemed to be asleep was an even greater turn-on for him, but Kyle was proving a respectful gentleman about the whole process, as much as he could.

There was no helping the plentiful stains that were leaking down her leg, all the way toward her knees...and a fresh streak was smoothed across the back of her thigh as Sarasha shifted in the bed and rolled back over, facing away from Kyle...but her tail was lifted as she turned, shifting away from his body and leaving her holes exposed to his wandering eyes.

He couldn't ignore that invitation, and one thrust in either orifice would have done him in, he was sure...

Bweep, bweep, bweep!

...But being startled away from the edge of his climax by a morning alarm was just the sort of shock he needed to avoid making an even bigger mess of the already stained AIPet.

"Oh, my goodness...morning already?" Sarasha whispered, her voice a little too quick to respond...and at that, a little too calm about such a jarring sound. "You should probably be getting down for breakfast, shouldn't you?"

Kyle was up and out of the bed so quickly that Sarasha only caught the sight of his bare backside as he rushed for the shower, carrying his beeping smartphone in one hand and trying, in vain, to cover his erection with the other.

"Yup! Better get rinsed off and ready!" he called back, his body around the corner of the suite-style bedroom so quickly that it had to look comical...but he didn't hear the distant giggle he expected from Sarasha.

He didn't hear anything else from her at all as he rushed his way through a shower, doing everything he could to ignore the weight of his cock and the dribbling stream of precum that poured away from it...but he didn't notice Sarasha licking the stains of the same from her own thigh as he rushed out of the room and ran downstairs for breakfast.

A real shame you didn't take me up on that invitation, Sarasha thought. The way you're leaking, you really need to let off some steam boy...

**

The hotel was a fantastic property, and Kyle arrived at breakfast glad to find that the best of the food at the buffet hadn't been consumed. He was energized for a day of family fun ahead, and he and Cody were avoiding a subject that was on both of their minds: spending the day at a theme park provided them with enough distractions to occupy their time, but they were sharing knowing glances all the while.

Whatever they wanted to discuss, it wasn't appropriate to share with their parents and little sister around.

Not that I think he'll ever be ready to talk about it. They were up most of the night again last night, too, Kyle thought. Not sure how he had so much energy to rise and greet the day yesterday...he'll probably sleep all the way through breakfast, this time.

With a warm, purring panther curled up to his side, Kyle was sleeping better than he ever imagined possible, and in the middle of the night, he'd tossed away most of the covers: only a sheet was still draped over their bodies, and with a pair of boxers to keep him from making any further messes, he felt perfectly comfortable playing the big spoon again.

That night, they were curled together just a little tighter than they had been, and Kyle wasn't at all bothered by the way that Sarasha's tail was draped over the side of his hip, instead of hanging down over her warm, realistic anatomy; it was amazing what a difference a pair of boxers made.

To pretend that he couldn't still feel that forbidden warmth against his body when he woke up, however, was impossible.

And other parts of me are quicker to wake up, yet again.

This time, Kyle wasn't taking the risk of whispering his thoughts: he was convinced that his AIPet was awake and well aware of what had been going on the morning before, but he was going to prove to himself that he was capable of restraint.

Even when precum was staining the front of his boxers and trickling through onto Sarasha's fur once more, Kyle was pretending he didn't feel anything. He knew he couldn't just ignore the throb of his length forever, but all the while, it seemed that Sarasha was willing to let that pressure continue rubbing against her.

When it actually poked her in the side, however, her ears flickered...her tail gave a brief, curious swish at his side, and finally, the panther turned back over to face Kyle, her eyes already open...and already narrowed on her target.

"Oh, h-hey! Good morning, Sarasha. I didn't...uhm...I...s-sorry?"

His attraction to her wasn't in question, but the sincerity of that apology was weakening by the moment as Sarasha kicked her hind leg over the side of Kyle's hip.

This time, he wasn't going to have the luxury to run and hide in the bathroom until he had something to cover himself with: Sarasha was making absolutely sure of that.

"As you damn well should be," she agreed, her eyes refusing to let his own free of their judgmental glare. "You used my legs and my ass as a canvas all morning yesterday, didn't help me clean up the mess you made, and then you spent the whole day away from the hotel...only to come back and fall right asleep without even stripping down first?"

Any doubts that Kyle had about Sarasha's intelligence were erased by the startling response: her words weren't the kind of thing that could have come from programming.

She was genuine artificial intelligence, with wants and desires that were as real to her as they would have been to any of her human companions...and they weren't being met.

"You've got no idea what a fucking tease you've been since you arrived, Kyle...but this time... I'll take the reins," she offered. "If you want me to stop, you'd better speak up while you still can."

That part of her programming might have been outside of her control: Kyle was sure he could access the app and force her to stop, if things went too far.

Of course, having a gorgeous, aggressive panther curling up against him and throwing the sheets away from his body with her fangs wasn't the kind of fate he was trying to get away from: it was the kind of thing he never thought he'd be lucky enough to experience.

"For the record...laying there and pretending you aren't poking me in the leg with your cock still counts as consent," she murmured, her lips curled with a feline grin all the while. "Last chance to stop me before I find somewhere even better to put it."

Kyle's head was shrunk back into the pillow, but the fear in his eyes wasn't of what was about to happen to him.

It simply came as a result of the societal pressure associated with losing his virginity...and he couldn't believe that his was about to be taken by such an incredible, alluring specimen.

"After all, you don't want to spend this whole hotel stay laying in bed next to me and poking my hip , do you?" she asked, her body fully turning onto his own. Her weight would have been enough to keep him in place with just a pair of her legs, but her posture was more dominant than that, as her front paws went flat on his bare chest, keeping him from moving...save for the tremors of excitement that rattled the bed. "It'd be such a waste to spend all that time with me if none of it was... quality time , is the expression?"

She was just teasing him, at that point: the pressure of her claws against his flesh and the weight of her body resting atop his own were dragging out the process of giving him exactly what she was after, but in that manner, Sarasha was a respectful panther.

It wasn't likely that she'd misunderstood the leaking flesh of his cock, but she already had a few methods to test the sincerity of his attraction...and pushing her hips over his stomach, toward the throbbing flesh of his cock was perhaps her favorite choice.

Moisture was already gathered at smooth, soft flesh as it kissed the tip of Kyle's length through his boxers, but that fabric shield wasn't quiet enough to dull the soaking excitement that kissed over the head of his member.

"Still nothing to say, Kyle...?"

She paused there, the warmth of her breath rolling over his face. The entire moment was playing out as if he was an explorer in the wilderness, pinned by a creature that just as easily could have consumed him...but it was hesitating, giving consideration to his other benefits.

The fantasy couldn't have been playing out any better, but when Kyle's lips finally parted, it was only to let out a groan of appreciation: Sarasha's pubic mound was rolling against his boxers with such a smooth, practiced gait that Kyle wondered if any human female would ever be able to compare.

"Moaning...n-not really words, but that's definitely the sound I was looking for," Sarasha confessed. "So you are enjoying this more than you're letting on..."

She could have kept him pinned there under her paws and wiggled her backside toward his cock until she managed to free his length from the slit at the front of his boxers, and temptation was running strong within her to do exactly that.

Even though it was his first time experiencing such a thing to begin with, Kyle could feel that Sarasha didn't need any further preparations to take things a step further...it was only her curiosity about his warm, dribbling precum that kept her from squirming her way into a deep, satisfying penetration.

"Perhaps you're the kinda guy who just needs a little more encouragement? You're stiff as a fucking board , leaking like a faucet...but you're still a little too shy to just out and ask for it," she sized him up again, but this time, it wasn't for the sake of learning her new companion, as she had the first night. "But you're in luck; I think I've got just the thing for shy guys like you..."

It was kinky enough, as far as Kyle was concerned, that a fully grown panther was resting atop him and rubbing her warm, eager petals against the tip of his member.

That her hind paws were getting in on the action a moment later was a total surprise, but it quickly became a welcome addition to the moment: for having such thick and realistic pawpads, Sarasha had no lack of dexterity...and stroking the sides of his covered length with her paws wasn't the chore Kyle's fantasy imagined it would be.

He was only worried that he might end up getting off before Sarasha had a chance to have any of her own fun.

Then again...she's been grinning at me the whole time,_he thought. _I know there's some free thinking with modern AI, but...is she really enjoying this? Is she having fun playing with my cock, all of her own will?

The same disbelief that would have come with being attractive to a human female was imparted on Sarasha, but there was no lie in her gaze, and nothing forced in her touch.

She was having a wonderful time making her new companion squirm against the bed and tussle in the sheets, all while giggling at the heavier, fuller spurts of precum that pushed up through the helplessly thin fabric of Kyle's boxers.

"Gonna have to lick those clean later, but...not like I've got anything else going on this afternoon," she joked. "I should probably be grateful for the mess you're about to make; it'll be nice to have your taste on my tongue while I'm waiting for you to get back."

Her lust was overwhelming, but Kyle was more than happy to be overwhelmed by such an alluring creature.

If not for the tinge of guilt that he felt about being unable to reciprocate, with her womanhood so far out of his reach, he wouldn't have changed a thing about the way that Sarasha was scaling her way down his slender, helpless body.

"I...I kinda wish I could take you with us," Kyle mentioned, knowing that he needed to say something to the panther. "It'd probably be a lot more fun palling around with my family if you were there to spice things up a little bit..."

"Probably for the best that I'm not going with you, then," Sarasha mentioned. "Most families wouldn't be so understanding if we had to stop every ten minutes so you and I could find a place to blow off a little steam."

Kyle gulped. "That...t-that often?"

"Probably the best part about being what I am," Sarasha mentioned. "Unless someone really roughs me up, I don't exactly need to take a break between sessions...you can take all the time you need, of course, but only after you've earned yourself a little break."

Thus far, Kyle felt like he was a king in his own castle, his every need being tended to by his favorite concubine.

In order to keep his crown, he was going to have to do something more than sit on his ass and enjoy the good nature of his favorite subject, but Sarasha wasn't done warming him up yet, hard as that would have been for him to believe.

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but...h-how exactly would you recommend I earn that break?" Kyle asked, finding a little more confidence in his voice, now that the seal was broken. "Not that I'm opposed to much of anything, but..."

"If only you'd gone ahead and put your preferences in the app, I'd already know what to do for you," Sarasha picked up right where his voice faded away. "But, on the other hand...there's something a lot more exciting about just figuring it out as I go, isn't it? I can tell how much fun you're having getting pawed off by a giant panther, but...I've definitely got softer options, if you'd prefer them."

Feeling the weight of her chest against his own for just a moment, Kyle could only wonder what she was getting at: the lack of breasts wasn't a problem , but it seemed the most logical option for something softer...especially given the natural tone and muscle that she held in her rump.

Scooting back until the crest of her womanhood passed all the way over his twitching length, she dragged the excess fluff along her stomach in the same path, tugging his length back every single time she slipped lower on his body...until the middle of her stomach, just at her navel, simulated the tiniest bit of penetration that it could.

"Trust me, I know what you're thinking...and unless this is really what you're after, it's not what I was talking about," Sarasha mentioned. "Not that you'd be the first to ask for this kind of treatment, but...I've got something way more fun in mind."

It was exciting to know that Kyle could ask for something beyond the realm of ordinary, if he just found the words about himself, but it didn't change the fact that he was still a virgin: it seemed unusual to have the chance to try kinkier things before he'd even have simple, ordinary sex first.

That thought process, just as he thought, wasn't giving enough credit to the basic acts that so many people took for granted...but he wasn't capable of such hubris, as he watched the flesh of his cock tickle along the side of a woman's throat for the very first time.

"Oooh...y-you really liked that, didn't you?" Sarasha mentioned, feeling his member throb with such anticipation, right along the edge of her neck. "You've been trembling this whole time, but that was a much stronger reaction...I suppose you'd like to know what it feels like on the inside?"

He could barely nod, but he fought through that strain, nodding as firmly as his stiffened neck would allow.

"I had a feeling you would...but...it's so fun to watch you squirm like that when I tease you," Sarasha confessed. "If I thought I could keep teasing you without making your head explode, I'd keep you waiting for this for the rest of the night..."

Sarasha had no idea what an important milestone she was guiding Kyle through when her cheek brushed along the side of his length...she didn't take the same kind of stock that he did into the wealth of precum that spilled over the top of her muzzle as she rubbed her face all over his manhood.

Like a proper feline, she wanted to mark it with her scent and claim it as her own before she welcomed it into the artificially heated confines of her mouth.

"Gonna last long enough to make this worth my while, big guy?"

Kyle had nothing to be bashful about when it came to his length or his girth, but being a virgin, it came with the territory that he was worried about being judged by the first person who ever interacted with it in such a way.

To have loads and loads of praise being heaped on him before the first taste was doing wonders for his confidence, but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer, unequaled bliss of having the tip of his cock kissed and playfully slurped by the end of a soft, moistened tongue.

"Oh...o-oh wow...oh, fuck..." his voice rattled off, praising Sarasha without his needing to think about the string of foul language that escaped him. "That's...I've never felt anything like that before...oh my God..."

After she took as long as she did to reach the promised land, Kyle didn't expect the panther to stop so abruptly, but she offered the quickest, softest suckle before pulling back from the tip of his cock, a dribbling strand of her saliva keeping them connected after the touch had passed.

"I suppose having a tongue that's closer to a feral feline than a human would be unusual for you, but that can be adjusted to, if it's not to your liking," she offered.

As much as Kyle had been missing her signals the night before, Sarasha completely missed the real point of Kyle's message: he wouldn't have known the difference between a human tongue and a feline tongue, if they were being pressed to his member.

"N-no, no! This is...r-really fucking good," Kyle assured her, wanting to compliment her skills without sounding overly eager. He was overthinking everything that had already unfolded, but before he could carry on with that poor habit, Sarasha moved in closer and engulfed the whole tip of his cock, guiding it toward the back of her maw and over the flat of her tongue; she loved it when a man wanted to experience her body in its most natural state. "O-oh...y-yeah...just keep going...do whatever you want to me, Sarasha!"

She would have loved to make a joke about how she'd been doing that all along, but to finally know the source of the precum that left a trail all the way down the front of her body...she couldn't bring herself to release his flesh.

Instead, she pushed that much further onto it, until she felt the tip of his cock pressing against the simulated opening of her throat, right through a rush of feline spittle.

"Never thought it'd be so wet...or s-so fucking hot...feels like I'm just g-gonna melt in there!" he cried out, turning attention back to his lack of experience, so much that Sarasha couldn't help cocking a brow and wondering if this really was Kyle's first experience with another living creature; even then, she was enjoying the feel...the delightful throb of his cock against her tongue as she worked her way further down, collecting every inch of his flesh.

The end of her muzzle pressed against the base of his crotch as she managed the entirety of his length; having no gag reflex made it easy for her to guide the natural curve of his cock toward the back of her throat, and for a moment, she was just looking up at her companion, her lips completely wrapped around his flesh and her brow cocked with a smug sense of confidence.

She isn't just enjoying herself...she's making sport of sucking me off, Kyle thought. And I haven't changed a single setting, haven't adjusted her personality...this is just the kind of girl she is!

He couldn't speak; his voice was only escaping his lips in the high-pitched strain of a whimper, knowing that Cody would be able to hear him if he cried out with the level of bliss he actually felt.

Couldn't have asked for a better woman to spend my vacation with, he could still think, however, as he tried to keep his eyes from wincing all the way closed. Just wish I could last a little longer for her...feels like I'm already gonna cum!

Sarasha wasn't beholden to the same limits of a purely organic being: when she was in the mood, she didn't have to worry about properly warming herself up for a second time, if her lover needed a moment to catch their breath and collect themselves.

Kyle didn't know it, but he could have already painted the roof of her mouth with his seed without consequence...but the panther would have been flattered to know that her companion for the weekend was trying so hard to make a good impression on her.

"You really...d-don't have to keep going if you don't w-want to," Kyle whispered to her, wondering if he might buy a few more seconds by forcing her to give pause. "This is amazing , but do...d-do you really want to do it?"

A cocked brow made for a memorable expression, as Sarasha looked at up her roommate with a mouthful of his length, her lips curled just slightly with hints of a feline grin.

When she finally eased back from the very tip of his member, she watched a strand of precum spill from the tip and pool on the bedspread before her...and pushing her tongue through that meager puddle would have been an answer enough, if she wasn't having so much fun teasing the young man with her words, as well.

"Normally, I wouldn't have this much of a choice," she admitted. "But you've left me completely unaltered...allowed me to just be myself and enjoy this as I am, instead of artificially inflating my arousal or adjusting my body to something more fitting for your needs."

Kyle wasn't sure what else to offer, other than to smile as kindly as he could. "Well, o-of course...why would I change a thing about you?"

Sarasha's grin faltered; even if it was just in the slightest, she couldn't hide how much Kyle's sweet nature was getting to her.

"There's no greater turn on than to be found attractive just as you are, Kyle...and believe me, I want you...just as you are."

Her paws flopped down over the weight of his thighs, keeping his backside pinned in the covers. The human gasped as he looked down and watched, feeling as though he was being pounced upon by a deadly, feral panther...but she was only interested in tasting his flesh...the only thing to be consumed was something she had to work for, and rubbing the roof of her slick, smooth mouth against the head of his cock almost did the trick.

Determined to prove himself as an enduring male, Kyle was gripping the sheets with white knuckles, his face completely twisted by the evidence of his pleasure. With Sarasha's thick, hefty paws on his legs, thrusting into her maw was proving a difficult task, but he still bucked gently against the back of her maw, until he was pumping at her throat, even just slightly...

...And fortune favored him one more time, as he pumped right up to the verge of his climax.

Thump thump."We're heading down for breakfast, dude! You even awake yet?"

There was some relief to knowing that Cody hadn't heard any of the action so far, or at least that the younger brother was willing to pretend that he wasn't aware of what Kyle was up to.

"Y-yeah, I'm up!" Kyle yelled back, taken out of the moment by the sudden interruption...and the tactful Sarasha paused, her mouth still full of the delicious morsel, as she waited to hear what Cody might reply with. "I'll, uh...I'll be a few minutes late, though! You guys go ahead and get started without me."

"Well, mom said you've got 10 minutes, so...you might wanna figure it out," Cody called back.

Kyle waited, hoping he'd be able to hear his brother moving away from the wall; Cody moved quietly enough that the older brother couldn't be sure if he had actual privacy to finish with, but he couldn't resist the narrowed gaze of mischievous jade any longer.

How Sarasha was able to smile around her mouthful...to grin so confidently, even when she was the one servicing him, left Kyle bewildered at the possibility of what else she might be capable of.

He didn't need to mess with the app on his phone, or play with the different settings available to him: Sarasha really was perfect the way that he found her, and happy as he would have been to spend the whole weekend at that first point of contact with her, she wasn't going to let him stagnate when he was only getting started on his sexual journey.

"Mnn..._mmmhm..._s-sounds like we can't take our time, much as that would have been nice," Sarasha pulled up from his length again, her efforts leaving it to glisten with a thick coating of false saliva. "I bet I could get you off without you having to lift a finger, but...wouldn't you have a little more fun with it if you pretended my mouth was my pussy?"

Kyle felt his throat tightening; his lips were dry as the weight was lifted from the top of his thighs. "I don't...k-know what you mean..."

Has this guy ever fucked someone before? I'm really starting to wonder, Sarasha thought.

"I mean...I want you to get up on your knees like you're gonna take me from behind...grab my ears like you'd be grabbing my hips...and pound your cock into my throat until you're firing blanks...until you're hunched over me in a quivering heap."

It seemed that there was no way for the human to answer to such an incredible offer, but Sarasha was already scooting back just enough to give him the room he needed to rock up onto his knees, just as she'd suggested.

"We really don't have time to waste, by the sounds of it," she continued. "Better hurry up and fuck my throat...if you're gonna."

Striking out in his dating life and rarely getting more than a chance to make out with his previous romantic interests, Kyle was used to having to work for it: having to date someone, woo them every step of the way, and even then, getting to taste their lips on his own was a lucky thing.

To have a woman asking him...practically demanding him to shove his cock in her mouth was such an impossible thing that he would have loved someone to pinch him; he had to be dreaming, and yet, as he rocked up onto his quivering knees and gripped the back of Sarasha's head, he could feel the realistic, downy soft fibers of her fur on his fingertips, and the flicker of curiosity that came from her false flesh.

She responded realistically and immediately, her curious grin opening once more to welcome his length back into her throat...but this time, she only took the tip past her lips before she held steady. Eyes looked up at him from his waistline, their faux innocence daring him to not only relieve himself, but to prove himself...

...It was an invitation too great for almost anyone to resist, but for someone like Kyle, it was that much harder to rise to the occasion.

He couldn't help feeling that he was doing something wrong, as he pumped forward from the hips for the first time. His knees widened as he moved, forcing Sarasha to adjust, but she was more than capable of capturing his movements and guiding his length toward the back of her maw, until it was his own thrust that pushed the leaking tip of his cock into her throat.

Her expression never faltered: she was still grinning around her mouthful all the while, keeping his flesh bathed in a healthy helping of her slick, warm juices.

That was about as sloppy as a thrust can be...never would have guessed it at first, but I think this might be his first blowjob, Sarasha realized. Wish he would have told me that beforehand, but...I'm always happy to have a chance to set the bar.

A body that could be adjusted at the will of the user was being given the freedom to adjust of its own accord; Sarasha briefly considered the possibility of using those abilities to an unfair advantage, but some part of her wanted this first experience to be as pure and realistic as it could be.

If Kyle was up to changing things later on, she'd be more than happy to let him adjust her every setting and tighten her throat around his length of his own will, but right then...she was glad just to hold still and purr around her mouthful, enjoying the smooth, silky brush of his flesh against the flat of her tongue.

Just keep it all inside this time, Kyle. I don't feel like spending half my day trying to wipe your cum off my face.

Sarasha had no problem giving herself a tongue bath when things were easier to reach, but her tongue wasn't quite so flexible that she could cleanse her own face without a little extra help...and as much as she would have been happy to spend the day palling around with Kyle, she knew her place to stay was in the hotel room, for the time being.

She was glad to make the most of it, and she was gleeful to feel Kyle's pubic mound bumping against the end of her muzzle with each pass of his hips, but there was a forlorn reality to feeling the throb along the underside of his cock, as the lucky human neared his climax.

If only we had a little more time...I'd have spent the whole morning sucking you off, Kyle...guess this will have to do, for now.

Her ears were pliable and flexible, just like the rounded ones they were meant to simulate, but they were sensitive to the touch: it gave Sarasha genuine pleasure to feel Kyle's grip tightening on the back of her earlobes as he picked up the pace, pumping at her maw with sloppy, uneven thrusts.

He was giving it all he had...and that effort, as much as anything else, was a delightful turn on for the eager feline.

"Sarasha...h-how do you..._ohfuck..._h-how do you take it all without even trying? It feels...s-so good..."

She would have been happy to explain that she wasn't programmed to have a gag reflex; that was an option that she could be given by the more sadistic of her customers, but without that customization being made, her throat was an open passage, eagerly waiting for the load that she'd worked for.

Now that Kyle was doing his fair share of the work, Sarasha felt like it was a treat for her , as much as it was for him...and feeding off of each other the whole way, the panther lifted her paws around Kyle's back, keeping him from pulling back more than a couple inches.

Faster, Kyle...time's a wastin'.

Sharp, pointed claws hooked into his lower back and encouraged him in such a deliciously feral way that any resistance left about Kyle crumbled in the next instant: he didn't have the chance to warn Sarasha before the first strand of cum leapt from his cock, but...he really didn't know what to expect when a second burst, just as powerful and thick as the first, spread across her tongue.

Kyle was only used to masturbating: he always had full control over every movement and the pace at which he approached his pleasure, but the swirling of Sarasha's tongue and the heated grip of her throat were completely out of his control...

...And they weren't letting up, as Kyle was used to doing, when he pushed himself over the edge.

"Oh...f-fuck... fuck, Sarasha!" he called out, having completely forgotten the risk of his brother knocking on the door again...or worse still, listening through the wall without revealing his voyeuristic intentions. "I'm cumming...ooooohfuck...I'm s-so sorry...I couldn't..."

Only after he'd called her name to the high heavens did Kyle recall the risk he took in moaning so loud in the first place, but Sarasha's tail was sticking straight up in a sign of feline delight. She couldn't have been much happier with the tight grip she felt at the base of her ears, or the warm, plentiful seed that continued to pump down her throat.

A dry spell before the vacation and nearly two full days of edging and grinding left Kyle with a massive load to give, but the capable panther was faithfully swallowing against his member, keeping his flesh contained just as well as the mess that it shared with her.

"Mmhm..."

Her rumble was too pleased for Kyle to worry any longer. She had a feeling the look in her eyes would have been enough to calm his nerves, but failing that, she continued to purr around his member until the twitching of his length finally came to an end, but the last of those juices pouring into her throat didn't signal the end of the fun, much as Sarasha would have expected.

Disappointed as she was to feel his length slipping back from her lips, she was shocked and delighted to find his lips upon her own a moment later.

...Okay, that's not usually what happens after someone's done with me, but...I am not complaining! Sarasha thought.

It was a little awkward; not quite as much as his thrusting was, but Kyle was only reinforcing Sarasha's theory about his virginity as he moved his lips against her own, trying to match his human anatomy with feline muzzle that she was blessed with.

When he noticed the taste of his own seed on his lips, thanks to the pushing of his eager tongue, Kyle was taken back into the moment. "I...uhm...s-sorry about that," he eased back slightly, clearing his own taste from his lips with a flicker of his tongue...and somehow, despite her being an inorganic being, he noticed a little bit of her own flavor on his lips, as well. "Not sure what came over me, but it...just felt like the right thing to do, I guess?"

Sarasha immediately shook her head. "Don't worry about it, Kyle...instinct is what felines are all about, after all: I want you to do what feels right...what comes naturally to you."

"You really mean that?"

"Of course I do," she reiterated, the innocence gone from her eyes. She could see that he was contemplating his next move just by gazing into his own, but it seemed that he'd already made up his mind about what he was going to do, and she was burning with curiosity to see where he'd take things, now that the seal was broken. "Don't waste time with thinking or questioning, Kyle. Just do whatever you think is right."

The king-sized bed was plenty large enough for them to share the space and move around however they pleased. Just hanging out by the head of the bed seemed a waste to Sarasha, and Kyle showed his agreement by breaking free of her thick, powerful paws and moving to kneel beside her...

...But even Sarasha didn't think Kyle was capable of reaching under her tummy and forcing her to start turning.

"That's the way, Kyle...keep going..."

AIPets were a bit too heavy to be swayed by such a gentle touch, but seeing the sharper look in his eyes, Sarasha was happy to roll over at Kyle's behest, flopping onto her back and hooking her paws in, toward the center of her chest.

She was laying back in her best impression of a centerfold, complete with an open maw, revealing the trickling strands of cum that lingered against the warm, inviting pink of her tongue...and the trails of warm, feminine arousal that spilled from the parted petals of her sex.

If he had his smartphone in his reach, Kyle would have stolen a snapshot before making his next move...and Sarasha's curiosity was sated when she noticed the still stiffened length of his cock between his legs, quivering with youthful vitality.

"Ready to go again? You're a little machine, aren't you?" she asked, her teasing nature undeterred by the way he leaned down over her body and pressed his palms upon her wrists. "Well...n-not a little machine, anyway, but I think you get the gist..."

He couldn't believe what he was doing: it was all happening so rapidly, so perfectly that Kyle couldn't help the details blurring together in a whirlwind of lust and affection.

Still winded by his last orgasm, but too aroused to turn back then, he felt the warmth of her sex kissing at the tip of his leaking manhood and pressed down against it, but that was the closest he'd come to losing his virginity, right then.

Thump thump thump."Kyle? You about ready to come down for breakfast or what?!"

It was his father, that time.

"I...y-yeah, almost! I told Cody I was gonna be late!" he called back, wishing that he could find any excuse to buy himself a little more time. "I'll be down in five; promise!"

His face was distraught, as if he was leaving the love of his life to worry about their own needs after he'd been given such a heavenly treatment before...but Sarasha eased away his concerns by reaching past his open palms and cupping the side of his face with a paw.

She leaned up from the bed to steal a kiss from his lips; the moment stole away what little time they had left, at least, for that morning...but she'd already given him a look that told him not to apologize.

"You'd better hurry, Kyle...and make sure to fill your plate," she whispered, knowing that their conversation wasn't as private as they once thought. "Don't want you running of steam...not with all the fun you're gonna be having today."

It was as much as she could offer without rousing suspicion from the rest of his family, but it was more than enough of a message for Kyle to get the point.

He hated to move away from her body and the warm, fluffy comfort that it offered, but Kyle was already going to have to rush through a power shower before breakfast; there was no time for the cuddling that he and Sarasha wanted to share.

There was, however, plenty of time for the panther to lay back in the bed and stroke her own clit with the weight of a pawpad; even if it was an approximation of what pleasure humans could feel, it was real enough to provide all the motivation she needed.

**

Cody didn't want to say everything he'd heard through the wall, but the soundproofing in the hotel did leave something to be desired, especially in the face of the other amenities provided.

The AIPets were part of a larger marketing deal, of course, but as far as the brothers were concerned, that was no excuse for the rooms themselves to be lackluster; either brother would have been happy to have a little more genuine privacy with their companions, even if they hadn't said so, just yet.

That evening, after another day out with the family and a brief conversation away from their parents and their sister, Kyle and Cody agreed that they would open the adjoining door between their rooms and talk a little bit about what they'd discovered, but where Kyle and Sarasha were still a bit more reserved, Cody didn't have as much of a choice about the way Lune carried herself.

The wolfess was a playful and adorable creature, and her attitude was reflected in the way that she carried herself: tail constantly wagging and ears perked to whatever conservations were going on around them, Lune hadn't missed the very end of Kyle and Sarasha's interlude that morning, but she wasn't telling all of the details just yet.

That was their business to share, Lune and Sarasha were sharing knowing looks across the boys laps: Kyle wasn't expecting to join Cody in the bed, but the only other place to sit was a small couch across the room, or a mediocre office chair that was settled at a work desk.

"I see Lune has...about as much restraint as Sarasha does."

Kyle didn't want to steal any glances down below the waist: it felt wrong, but he only needed to glance once to see the way that Lune was rubbing her open palm against his bulge, careless of the cover that his pants provided.

"As a matter of fact, I have incredible restraint," Sarasha argued. "Though...Lune is certainly programmed to be a little more aggressive."

"I'm just being playful," Lune argued. The natural mingling of softer tans and smooth, slate gray gave her body a proper and convincing coat of fur, but more than that, it was the size of the wolf that would have made such a statement: most people weren't aware of just how large a fully grown wolf truly was. "And as far as I've been able to glean, Cody has been very happy with how playful I am."

Much as he hadn't looked directly, Kyle was sure that his younger brother was erect under his jeans, given the impression that his cock was making against the crotch...but Kyle continued to do his best to respect his brother's modesty, even when they were being teased by their AIPets at the same time.

It was an odd arrangement, and one that neither brother had considered a possibility, but once Lune rested her paw in place and stroked Cody's member for even an instant, Sarasha was emboldened enough to drag a single clawtip around the outline of Kyle's length, feeling where his bulge was imprinted against the front of his slacks.

"Yeah, t-that...that was probably a bit disturbing that first night," Cody finally owned up, proving Kyle's suspicions from the night before. "Sorry that we were so loud, but Lune was really pushy, and I...well, after being cooped up in the car all day, I wasn't going to say no to having the chance to blow off some steam. Not exactly the same as going for a dip in the hotel pool, but it was...almost as wet, anyway."

Lune grinned. "I was really excited to have some new company, and Cody was such a kind and loving companion that I couldn't help myself...I didn't really mean to keep him up half the night, but by the sound of it, no one even noticed how tired he was!"

"Sure does explain why he had such a happy glow the whole day," Kyle noted. "Not that I can blame him for being happy about... that."

No one was actually saying the word yet; no one was confessing the full details of what had occurred, but they weren't going to be able to beat around the bush forever.

"I think I might have been even happier with it than he was," Lune suggested. Her paws, despite their large and comforting pads, were finally able to push open the button of Cody's jeans, and much to Kyle's shock...his brother wasn't stopping the AIPet from pushing down the slack of his zipper. "But since we haven't had time for a repeat performance yet, today..."

Sarasha was a bit more demure than that: she cocked a brow, but she was looking with unbreakable interest as she watched the canine working at Cody's member through the smooth, thin fabric of his boxers.

Kyle, on the other hand, immediately looked away, just in time to miss the sight of his brother's cock springing up over a tugged waistband. "I, uh... we should go," he corrected himself. "I can see that you two have some important matters to tend t-

"You...y-you don't have to."

It wasn't either of the AIPets that stopped Kyle from sliding over the edge of the bed: it was his own brother that gave him the clearance to hang around, if he was so inclined.

"Dude, if you're really gonna do that, I...I mean, I don't wanna make this weird for you or anything like that," Kyle tried to explain himself, but the slow, eager tracing of Sarasha's claw around his crotch was stirring his manhood awake, whether or not he wanted to own up to the fact. "If you want some space, then..."

Kyle trailed off, keeping the ball in Cody's court.

With that opportunity, the younger brother waited until he felt Kyle's gaze on his own again, and then, the drifting weight of that stare as Kyle beheld the impressive way that Lune guided the full length of Cody's flesh into the warmth of her canine muzzle.

"I'm not sure if I do," Cody admitted, his voice soft with uncertainty. "But you don't have to go."

Feeling a full paw on his lap and a soft, teasing stroke against his twitching length, Kyle turned his attention back to the panther. "Sounds like he might want a little... moral support, shall we say?" Sarasha offered, as she leaned in close enough to rest her head in his lap, her teeth clicking against the metal edges of his button. "A good, big brother would hang around and look after his sibling, right? Maybe even offer a few pointers?"

Kyle wasn't sure if Sarasha could appreciate was a kinky thing she was encouraging him to do, but thus far, the human had proven incapable of resisting her feline wiles, any time that she decided to be direct with them.

This would prove no exception, as she nipped away the clasp of his button and moved right down to his zipper.

"She's good ," Lune murmured, looking back for a moment and making a comment between the long, stroking glances of her tongue; she was treating Cody like her own personal lollipop, her tongue curling and coiling around the tip and collecting whatever precum he offered her. "Seems you're having a good time watching them, Cody..."

The AIPets weren't programmed to encourage that level of depravity: they were acting of their own twisted volition, but the brothers didn't have the moral fiber to resist what they were being pushed into.

With that knowledge quite literally stored in their memories, Sarasha and Lune were going to push the boundaries of what the brothers considered acceptable, but then, they were both virgins, even then...and neither one knew what their boundaries really were, just yet.

Wherever those lines were, and as blurred as they would become, they weren't enough to stop Lune from engulfing the full length of Cody's dick, and as she worked her way down toward the base, she could see Sarasha out of the corner of her eye, encouraging Kyle toward the same fate.

"I mean, it's...w-well, it's kinda hot," Cody finally answered Lune, worried that he was going to make Kyle uncomfortable by confessing just how incredible it was to watch Sarasha go to work on him. "Not sure anyone will ever be able to compare to you, though..."

Lune turned her attention back to Cody and offered him a quick wink, her muzzle a bit too occupied with the eager and repetitious dip onto his flesh to verbally reply...though Cody was more than happy to feel the ministrations of her tongue, instead of hearing her words.

The messy, slurping sound that came along with her continued attention held a greater impact than any words she could have come up with, but Sarasha was still free to speak, and she could see a little hesitance in Kyle's expression, even when his eyes were over their shame of admiring the show.

"Sounds like I've been challenged, Kyle," she addressed him, her paws settling on either side of his lap with a quick curl of her pawpads into his boxers. Claws hooked into place and gave a tug, and much to Sarasha's delight, she found her human was already growing stiff, his length popping free of the waistband...and with each beat of his heart, the flesh became properly rigid, until Sarasha had to look around it to capture Kyle's eyes. "I hope you don't mind me defending my reputation...?"

Kyle was surprised that Sarasha was giving him a choice, but some part of him was glad that the AIPet was programmed to consider his feelings...at least, he imagined so.

Given how aggressive Sarasha had been before, and Lune's own testimony about her playful attitude, Kyle had to wonder just how much the AIPets stopped and considered the consent of their partners...and what Sarasha might have done if he'd shaken his head, instead of nodding with his genuine interest.

"Didn't think you'd mind, but you never know...some people get performance anxiety," she explained, as she brushed her cheek along the side of the twitching length. "Me? I don't have that problem, but...I'm afraid Lune is stoking my competitive nature. I might not be so delicate with you, this time."

The possibility of this being Kyle's first proper interaction with Sarasha was thrown out the window, but Cody overheard more than enough that morning to know what his brother was up to.

He was a little surprised to find that Kyle was as quick to give himself over to the concept of bedding a panther, but it seemed the pair had more in common than the blood that flowed through their veins.

"You ever think we'd b-be so lucky?" Cody asked, feeling a bit less nervous than Kyle was about the way they were spending their evening. "Having a pair of girls that are so into us that they'd..._ooh...fuck..._t-try to outdo each other for us?"

Knowing it would help the atmosphere of their fun, Kyle was doing his best to lean back and relax, but it was difficult for him to go slack when Sarasha was giving him such an expert performance.

She'd started with the basics of a quick, curious lick to clear the precum from his tip, but her curiosity carried her much further than the same sample she'd gotten from him before: this time, she dropped right down to the base of his shaft and opened her maw a little wider, until the flat of her long, flexible tongue dipped between Kyle's covered balls and jostled them around, soaking the warmth of his sack in the process.

"Wasn't exactly w-what I thought was gonna happen on this...v-vacation..." Kyle muttered, his voice hinting at uncertainty, but Sarasha was working that right out of his system. "Not that I'm complaining; this beats the theme park by a long shot."

"Pretty sure we never would have left the hotel if there was one of these in Sandra's room..."

Kyle rolled his eyes at how casually Cody brought up their sister, but then, it seemed that his younger brother was more comfortable with their intimacy to begin with: it wasn't as much of a stretch for him to make jokes about Sandra, as well.

He had to assume that her room did have such an assistant waiting for her, but he was trying not to let his thoughts dwell on that possibility, and Sarasha was doing a brilliant job of keeping his mind on the moment.

"We don't know that there isn't one," Kyle pointed out. "Unless you already checked on her like this?"

Cody wrinkled his nose. "Haven't really bothered with her...pretty sure she's enjoying her privacy just as much as we were."

"He's really enjoyed it," Lune jumped back into the conversation, her tongue riddled with a glistening combination of spilled precum and her own slick juices. "But we've been saving the best part for last...I didn't want to rush him into it or anything like that, but he's lasting so much longer now than he did the first time; I think he's ready."

Sarasha paused around her mouthful, drawing her tongue back toward her maw and leaving Kyle's sack desperate for further attention...but she was pulling up and away, capturing the weight of his stare all the way through her retreat.

"What do you think, Kyle? You ready, or are you gonna let your little brother show you how it's done, first?"

Kyle wasn't sure how to express that he was into the concept of watching Cody; whether it was first or at the same time, he wanted to tell everyone in the room that he was into the idea, even if it was just a little, of watching his own brother get to experience such a pleasure for the first time.

He wasn't sure if he was simply a voyeur, or if it was the fact that it was his own brother that proved such a turn-on, but as he looked back and forth between Sarasha and the other happy couple, a fresh spurt of precum leapt from his tip and poured back down the underside of his shaft...and the panther was fighting back the urge to lick that delicious morsel away from his flesh.

" Please tell me you're ready," she took the initiative with such a desperation in her voice that Kyle wouldn't have been able to resist, even if he was teetering on the edge of his decision.

He knew he wanted to feel the panther's womanhood drape over the end of his cock and finally steal away his last bastion of virginity, but bashfulness was making it difficult to spit out those words with the vigor that he actually wanted to.

"You...d-don't mind taking the lead a little bit?" Kyle asked, pretending that he didn't hear the quiet giggling from the other end of the bed; Lune couldn't help her reaction. "Cause if you don't, I-

"Not at all," Sarasha cut him off, denying him the chance to backpedal on his word. "Why don't you go sit at the top of the bed, next to your brother? Lune and I can show you two how it's done..."

The wolfess had come to the same conclusion about Cody without much deliberation, and she was having a wonderful time turning his vacation into a coming of age, but as eager and affectionate as she was, she'd been able to contain herself, to that point.

Seeing how eagerly Sarasha was putting her maw to good use, and seeing the drip of arousal from the feline's womanhood, just under her lifted tail, Lune couldn't help following suit...especially when she noticed Cody's stare drifting toward the warmth of a pouting, feline sex.

"Speaking of that competitive nature," Lune cut in, "Don't worry about your performance, Cody. Just lay back...and let me slide these the rest of the way off for you; I want you to be nice and comfortable once we get started."

She needed a little help, but her paws were able to get a grip on his boxers and pull them down with his jeans; seeing that and remembering the lack of opposable thumbs, Kyle pushed his own slacks down as he moved away from the edge of the bed, but before he could get to his shirt, he felt a tight grip around the middle of it: Sarasha was biting at the fabric, tugging on it with a domineering rumble in her throat.

It almost felt a submissive thing, to lift his arms above his head and let her tug the t-shirt away, and sitting next to his brother in the buff was going to prove awkward, no matter how he felt about Cody...but Kyle was already that far along, and Sarasha was giving him such an eager grin that he never slowed down on his way to the head of the mattress.

Awkward steps on the downy covers took him where he needed to go, and as he sat and turned around, he was face to face with Sarasha before he had a chance to see how far Lune had already taken things: after the warmup, the wolfess didn't see any reason to delay the inevitable any longer.

"You really d-don't want me to do anything else?" Cody asked, feeling a little smaller, now that his older brother was sitting next to him. "Just sit here and-

"And enjoy yourself," Lune finished her thought before Cody could manage it for her. "You decide you wanna be the big man on campus and fuck me a little harder? You just say so...or just do it...but for that first minute or two? Lemme prove to you that I really am a good girl..."

"Been calling her that all weekend, already?" Kyle asked, snickering.

Sarasha reached out to his face with a paw, capturing his attention once more. "You've got no room to talk, big guy...you've whispered so many sweet things about me this weekend that I'm starting to get cavities."

"We really bagged a couple of nice boys, didn't we?" Lune asked. She was moving into position as she climbed up and around Cody's lap: her quadrupedal nature made it a little awkward for her, at first, but she wanted to see the look on his face when the warm, soaking petals of her womanhood finally kissed against the tip of his cock. "Sweet as can be, and so eager to please..."

"Glad to hear that they are; Kyle and I have some unfinished business," Sarasha mentioned. "I've been more than happy to size him up, but breakfast got in the way of our morning affairs...you ready to finish what you started, Kyle?"

Climbing right over the outside of Kyle's thighs and emulating Lune's posture, Sarasha didn't hesitate where Lune had: she was pressing the warmth of her labia against Kyle's member, reminding him of just how close they'd come that morning...but before he could try to grab her hips and pull her down, she pushed her thick, wide paws against his shoulders and pushed him back to the headboard.

Squatting herself down onto his shaft and following his eyes, Sarasha could see every pleasured wince on Kyle's face as she welcomed the tip of his cock inside of her...until she was sitting all the way in his lap, his flesh contained within her capable passage.

Much as she didn't want to, she had to wince at that point, finding Kyle a perfect fit for her vaginal depths, and at that, a blissful one.

"Bet you didn't t-think you'd be losing something on this trip, did you?" Sarasha asked, her voice unable to keep a quick stammer from breaking apart her otherwise confidence tone. "Or that you'd have s-such a good time losing it..."

Kyle felt genuine strength against his shoulders: he couldn't have moved from the spot, even if he wanted to, but there was nothing that could convince him to rise from the bed, right then.

His lower lip was hanging open, his jaw completely relaxed...and only a bewildered breath escaped him as he watched Sarasha settle all the way into his lap.

He couldn't see a single inch of his own length, but there was just the slightest impression of it against the panther's mound, adding visual proof to what he could already feel to be true.

"Just one thrust, and she's all done?" Lune teased, watching the display for the sheer thrill of seeing another AIPet in action, but as she turned back to face Cody, she saw that he'd never looked away from her: he was enamored with the lusty canine. "Looks like you really lucked out, Cody...cause I'm gonna bounce on this big, tasty cock until my legs give out..."

Her petals dipped down to the smooth, rounded tip of his human flesh and swallowed up the first inch without another warning, but she giggled against his ear as she moved in close.

"For the record...no one's ever been able to wear me out before, but...give it your best try, Cody. Show me what you've got."

Settling into place with a greater pace than Sarasha, Lune was a bit less ceremonious about the way that she stole Cody's virginity. Her body dropped into his lap with a full, thick plap , and even when she heard the human below her gasping with the reality of what had occurred, she was moving right into her second thrust, bouncing her slick, heated walls against his shaft with a greater vigor than Cody thought she was capable of.

Playful and aggressive as she'd been all weekend, Lune was showing Cody that there were no limits to her intensity, and the same as Sarasha...if she was going to be the first to do something for such a sweet, young man, she was going to set the bar impossibly high.

"I think you might have to work him up a bit more than that," Sarasha recommended. "Like the poor boy could hope to keep up with that kind of pace without any practice?"

"And if you fuck him any slower, you'll be going backward," Lune argued.

"Nothing wrong with taking your time, is there?" the panther turned her focus back to Kyle, who had looked over to watch Lune's incredible pace...but his eyes were drawn most of all to that intimate point of contact, where his own brother's cock was being basted in a helping of canine juices. "I hope that Kyle's gonna bury this cock in me a few more times before this vacation is over, but he only gets to feel me for the first time once...I want it to last."

Sarasha wasn't moving too slowly, as far as Kyle was concerned.

Her back was arched and her hind legs were pressing hard against the mattress, dimpling the covers around Kyle's hips and showing how much effort she was putting into a slower, easier pace: she could have been pumping at him as quickly as Lune, but hers was a more intimate form of passion, and as she captured Kyle's stare once more, she could see his understanding of that.

"Think you can handle this a little longer, Kyle? T-think you can...hold out...until I cum all over this wonderful fucking cock?"

The capabilities of the AIPets were still beyond Kyle's understanding, but Cody had spent a good portion of the past few days doing his research and exploring his options on the app.

He hadn't actually changed anything about Lune; she was perfect as she was, as far as he was concerned, but he'd already learned of the genuine pleasure the AIPets could feel...and how their bodies were designed to respond with the same vaginal pressure and contractions that would come along with a real, proper orgasm.

"I'll g-give it my best shot," Kyle finally answered. He didn't want to admit that he was worried about sounding dorky in front of his own brother, much less to the only woman that had ever given him such an intimate experience, but it was the most organic thing he could think of.

He'd need time to come into his own as a sexual being, but remembering how Sarasha encouraged his thrusting that morning, he turned his focus to his own hips and pushed up against her slowly rolling bodice, until their rhythms synced and they met in the middle.

That slick, messy coating of her arousal was bathing his cock in such a lewd display that Cody couldn't help stealing a look or two, but Lune wasn't deterred in the least.

"It's kinda hot, isn't it?" she asked, her voice hurried to keep up with the pace of her hammering, driving hips. "Watching them go at it like that...all while you're getting pounded so hard by a horny, heated bitch...what more could you possibly ask for?"

Lune was enjoying herself every bit as much as her young charge: she was bucking at him so wildly that she couldn't help brushing against Kyle's arm as she moved.

That much was fine, but feeling the heated brush of Cody's flesh against his own, even for a brief moment, was generating even more confused emotions in Kyle, no matter how Sarasha tried to keep him focused on her slow, pleasant strokes.

"He could ask for a chance to see what he's missing out on," Sarasha teased. "Not to get ahead of myself, but the way he's looking at me, I get a feeling he wants to have a little side-by-side comparison..."

Kyle blinked, shocked at first that Sarasha would recommend something so lewd in the first place...but given how she'd been the driving force in their relations that weekend, he came to terms with her suggestion a little quicker than he expected.

If she was really going to offer that kind of thing to Cody, however, he wanted to make his own good impression, as the first of the brothers to bed the panther...and Sarasha was the benefactor either way, as she felt Kyle pumping against her bare fur with a greater intensity.

"O-oh...fuck...don't tell me that's turning you on, Kyle?" Sarasha looked down at her lover once more and adjusted her pace, able to keep up with him easily...but his cock was a perfect fit for her passage that she was having trouble biting back on her pleasure, just as much as he was. "Just a few minutes with me and you're already t-thinking about doing a little partner swap...?"

Lune was grinning from ear to ear, but she was moving so fast that she only barely had the wherewithal to tease Sarasha about Kyle's adjustments. "Can't blame him for wanting a turn with the most popular pet on the property," Lune murmured, lording that self-assumed status over the feline. "But he's gotta wait his turn...c-cause...I'm gonna bleed his brother dry first...fuck...h-he's got such a wonderful cock!"

Sarasha wouldn't be able to lie, when push came to shove: she was curious about the way the brothers would stack up against each other, but she didn't think she would be so lucky to have that chance...to feel both of them in a single weekend, much less in a single night.

As much as she was taking her blissful time with Kyle, she would have been happy to wear the older brother out with a long, slow fuck and spend the rest of the night nestled up to him, but she had the same problem as Lune, even if she had a different way of showing it: she couldn't be so easily worn out, and finding a lover that could keep up with such demands seemed a fool's errand.

"If he's u-up for it..."

It was the first thing Cody was able to say, but truth be told, the younger brother was just as worried about making a good impression on Kyle as he was on the girls: it was an awkward moment, but he felt like he had a standard to uphold, even when he was losing his virginity at the same time as his older sibling.

"Then I...I'm up for it," Cody finished his offer, looking over at Kyle and sharing a moment of eye contact that came with another flood of awkward emotion.

It didn't prove enough to break Kyle's stride: he was already pumping up against Sarasha with a great enough pace to fill the room with a host of sounds, the squeak of the mattress being the least among them.

More profound was the way that Sarasha's backside dropped against his thighs, and the softer, more intimate pap of his sack slapping up against her mound as he pushed into it, over and over again; the quicker that glorious sound teased Sarasha's ears, the closer she knew her partner was to capping off his first session.

She could have reached her climax with him whenever she wanted, thanks to her unique origin, but she was allowing the moment to be as organic as possible: when she felt the inner workings of her womanhood clenching and seizing at his shaft, it wasn't programming or her own personal settings.

Kyle was actually making her cum...and having that credit to his name would do wonders for his confidence.

"I might...n-need a minute," Kyle groaned, wishing he could buy a little more time, but he was trying his best to keep pace for as long as he could. "This...f-feels so good...but I...c-can't-

"Just do it ," Sarasha growled, her languid nature suspended in the face of her first climax. "Fill me up, baby...p-pump every f-fucking drop of that hot, fresh seed into me!"

The human approximation of emotions that was forced onto a feline expression created a truly unique appearance for Sarasha, but it was one that blended their differences perfectly for Kyle: he couldn't possibly miss how delighted the panther was to be feeling those first powerful throbs of his length, or how gleeful she was with the heated streak of cum that sprayed across her insides a moment later.

"Not gonna let your brother outshine you, are you?" Lune asked, having already gleaned a few ways to get the most out of Cody's efforts. "You're f-fucking me so deep, but you can go a little faster...I know you can...s-show this bitch that you can run with the pack!"

With her paws on his chest and her backside dropping into his lap like a piledriver, Lune gave Cody only the briefest opportunities to get the better of her: for their first romp, he never would get ahead of the eager canine, but just making the effort to keep up with her domineering bodice was enough to give Lune the ecstasy she was after.

Similar to her fellow AIPet, Lune was able to automatically crash herself into an orgasm if it suited her, but she was doing the opposite when she felt Cody giving it his all: she didn't want to reach her peak before she felt that first gushing warmth inside of her, and with fangs gritted in a tight, eager grin, she was able to buy just a few more seconds...

...Just long enough for the squirted juices of her orgasm to soak his cock in return for the helping of cum that he poured into her.

"That's the way, Cody! Keep g-going...I know you've got more than that, baby...d-don't you spare a single fucking drop!"

Her encouragement was loud enough that the boys had a moment of mutual worry: they might have been overheard, even all the way across the hall...but they'd be hard pressed to keep it down.

"Holy shit...t-this...this is the b-best I've ever felt...in my w-whole fucking life!" Cody's orgasm came with a confession and a full body shudder, and then, a moment of uneasy peace immediately followed, as his hips went still against the dampened spot in the sheets.

In the face of a lover with such needs as Lune, peace was only ever a fleeting thing, and his member was still twitching within her when she dismounted and adjusted her posture, leaving the last strand of his cum to land against the flat of her tongue.

"...Typical canines," Sarasha muttered, watching Lune with a false sense of disdain. "Can't help cleaning up after themselves before they even have a chance to bask in the afterglow..."

She was enjoying that part of the act as much as any other: just curling up against Kyle and keeping the flesh of his member contained was a heavenly thing unto itself, and the content, almost sleepy look in his eyes told that he felt the same way, even when the feline captured his words.

Her kiss kept him from singing her praises, but she was just as happy to feel them, right then.

"Just because Sarasha doesn't understand the importance of cleaning up after herself doesn't mean that you have to miss out on a little extra fun, darling," Lune addressed Cody directly at that, seeing how much his face twisted up with delight when her tongue bathed his length in even greater moisture than before. "And I'm not letting any of this go to waste...way too tasty to let it just dribble over your sack like that..."

Kyle's own balls were coated in the same mess that they produced in the first place, but Sarasha was content to feel his seed leaking back out of her body: getting to know that pressure and moisture a second time was a pleasure that she'd never overlook, when she had the chance to feel it.

One last bit of moisture was shared between them as a strand of saliva dangled between their lips, but the kiss came to a satisfying end when Sarasha pushed back just slightly, enough that she could survey the change in Kyle's expression.

He looked so satisfied that it almost seemed a shame to put him up to the task of going again, but she could already see how eager Lune was to trade places...and for her own part, Sarasha was budding with new arousal at the idea of seeing how well Cody stacked up against his older sibling.

"I know this has already been a lot for you, Kyle...if you don't feel like downgrading, you certainly don't have to," she mentioned, casting a defiant smirk at Lune. "I can tell that you're ready to go again...we can always just start the next round, you know."

"A deal's a deal, Sarasha...but I think my boy was thrusting a lot harder than yours at the end," Lune theorized. "Which means he probably has a little more energy...and I'm gonna need that for the second round."

Sarasha huffed, but with a brief, affectionate kiss upon Kyle's forehead, she began standing from the spot all the same. "Need it for what, exactly?"

"We've done the boys the honor of taking them for a ride," Lune pointed out. "Now I think it's only fair if they return the favor...and a bitch like me needs a man that can really pound out a good, fast pace..."

Seeing the concern in Cody's eyes, Lune turned back to him for just a moment. "Trust me; you did a wonderful job for your first time, but I'm not gonna ask you to go at that speed twice in one night...Sarasha's gonna treat you right , big guy."

To hear the praise from either of the brothers was a wonderful thing indeed, acting as a welcome aphrodisiac for Sarasha...but to hear any form of praise from Lune was a much-needed stroke to her ego.

"I suppose you're gonna put Kyle through his paces, too," Sarasha countered, a little less generous with her compliments. "It'll be nice to see what kind of skill he's already gleaned from me...should be more than enough to put a bitch like you in your place."

"That's my hope, after all," Lune agreed. "But first...let's work on the importance of hygiene."

Sarasha was still leaking Kyle's mess when she dismounted his lap, but Lune was delighted to see what a glistening helping of juices had been left behind: her tongue was nothing short of greedy in cleaning away the mingled cum and arousal, all while keeping Kyle from ever having a chance to go soft.

The difference in the textures of those tongues wasn't lost on Kyle, either: the fact that Sarasha had subtle bumps and barbs along her tongue like a proper feline, albeit softened for the sake of the human experience, made it an odd, yet blissful thing to experience.

Lune was modeled to be just like the canine she was based upon, leaving her tongue a wide, smooth band of flesh that molded easily around a full, stiff length. She was brilliantly skilled at collecting the juices that were left behind, and just as talented at leaving a fresh, new glisten of spittle on Kyle's member, keeping it soaked and stiff for the next round to begin.

"Throbbing against my lips like that...? You must be ready to take charge, Kyle," Lune declared. "Think you've got what it takes to be on top this time?"

She was already turning around to give Kyle a good look at the proper, canine anatomy that he'd be sampling: the same as Sarasha, Lune was created with accuracy in mind, and the unique shape of her labia carried a certain, forbidden appeal to Kyle...

...One that, after sharing a brief gaze with his brother, he couldn't resist sampling in an unexpected way.

"Not just yet," he answered, trying to lean into the subtle burst of confidence that came with finally having popped his cherry, even in a less than traditional way. "You got me all warmed up, so..."

"Oh? A proper gentleman, I see," Lune murmured. "Though you don't have to...d-do...that...oh. Oh, f-fuck... can't remember the last time I had a man actually bother to...d-do that...go on then, Kyle! Put that tongue to work!"

Stepping back around Kyle's face and straddling his lips, Lune decided to play tit for tat, moving her lips back to the tip of his cock so she could properly buck her maw around the throbbing morsel.

Her own bodice was offering a familiar throb as her petals responded to his efforts, dripping with an even greater flood of juices...and for being a machine, for being used to the idea of having to do whatever she was told, or whatever programming was forced upon her for the moment, Lune knew the genuine thrill of being able to throw caution to the wind, her artificial intelligence unable to guess what was coming next.

It was the closest approximation she'd ever have to proper, human pleasure, and to feel it at the behest of the younger brother added a layer of intimacy to knowing it from the older...especially when Cody's excess seed began leaking back over Kyle's tongue.

You're not really gonna keep at it like that, are you?_Cody wondered, seeing how eagerly his brother pushed the flesh of his lips into the canine's backside. _Looks like you're trying to drown yourself, and the way she's dripping, you just might succeed...

Cody didn't want to deal with the complex emotions of seeing his own brother gorge himself on the remnants of that first round anymore than Kyle wanted to consider the warm, tangy juices that were moving down the back of his tongue and over his throat.

It was a conversation that they'd probably need to have at some point, but Sarasha was on board with keeping that talk in their back pocket, evidenced by how suddenly she came upon the younger brother, rubbing her spine under his chin and moving through his body as though she were a snake, winding around his trembling flesh.

"Don't worry about cleaning up after your brother...just worry about trying to make a bigger mess than he did," Sarasha encouraged Cody from the outset, her eyes looking back over her shoulder as her tail lifted, revealing the unique, stretched pout of her petals to the younger man. "I know Lune is worried that she left you running on fumes, but by the look of things...you've got plenty left to give."

Cody's length was twitching awake from a single touch to his chin ; he couldn't imagine what sort of reaction he might have had if Sarasha bothered to give him the same treatment that Lune was giving Kyle, but in his own way, Cody was grateful for the break.

He wanted to last as long as he could for that second round, and knowing that he'd be doing the bulk of the work, he was perfectly fine with cutting to the chase and kneeling behind Sarasha, saving every ounce of effort he had left for the generous feline.

Truth be told, I'm still a little winded, but...maybe that'll help me last longer? Cody thought. If she feels anything like Lune, it's gonna be one hell of a struggle...

He didn't want to tell Sarasha he had concerns: he imagined that the AIPets would react like any other woman he'd ever shared such details with.

They all seemed to prefer confidence, and though Cody was sure Sarasha could see right through his false bravado, he was trying to fake it until he made it; kneeling right up into her offered hips and pushing the head of his member against the warmth of her slit was enough of a start to put him in the right direction, at least.

Sarasha knew that Cody had a similar lack of experience to his older brother...but she was still whimpering with delight when she felt the full length of his cock pushing toward the deepest reaches of her vaginal passage.

"Oh...f-fuck yes...you have so much left to give, Cody...don't stop there! Pull back and do it again...y-yes...now keep pumping!"

Feline pride kept Sarasha from behaving in a wild and loud manner, unless her personality was changed from within the app: this was all a genuine act of lust on her part, and sharp, deadly claws were hooking into the bedspread as the panther dug in, eager to plant herself in place until Cody's length was milked for every drop it could offer.

Subtle envy and a hint of competitive spirit kept Kyle from laying back and enjoying the show any longer, but he was sloppy in his approach. As he pushed up on Lune's inner thighs and moved her dripping mound away from his face, he proudly wore the mess that she left upon him, and even ended up smearing some of the same on Cody's arm as he stood up and awkwardly fumbled his way forward.

In a strange way, Lune could easily imagine Kyle being more the canine of the pair, and their connection was deepened as he leaned over her backside and hooked his arms around the inside of her hips, just the way that a feral mutt would have done, if given such a wonderful opportunity.

"No warning...n-not even a word of it?" Lune asked, struggling to get herself into a proper posture before Kyle was guiding the end of his flesh to her folds with his fingertips. "You must have read my mind, Kyle...I've always wanted to feel like a real bitch...just happened upon and taken by whatever male was worthy to breed me...I just knew you were up for it."

Her tail didn't have the same flexibility or length as Sarasha's, but it was still making an effort to curl around his hip, between quick, eager wags of excitement; she, too was running off program, letting her artificial intelligence drink in the impassioned nature of an unbridled fuck.

In a very real way, she'd never forget the time that she was lucky enough to bed two brothers in one night...or the way that Kyle pounded into her haunches with such hammering intensity when she spurred the competitive fires within him.

"Think you can outlast your brother w-when you're already going so fast?" she asked, her gaze narrowing just slightly as she looked back, trying to make her posture as natural as she could for the fitting doggy-style romp they'd locked themselves into. "He's really taking his time with it...n-not that I mind you pounding me s-so fucking hard..."

Lune was a wolf, after all, and feeling the swinging, hefty weight of Kyle's sack against the peak of her clit, even for those brief, fleeting moments was such a blissful thing that she wondered if she might be the first one to reach their second climax.

Cody might end up winning the race for endurance, but he was struggling to believe the level of intensity that his brother was giving to Lune...especially when they'd only just met that evening.

"Don't worry about her...she's just trying to get a rise out of him," Sarasha assured the younger brother. As she looked back at him and gently rolled herself into the thrust of his hips, she kept her smile dipped in equal coats of sincerity and sensuality, wanting Cody to know that his comfort mattered to her...but that her pleasure was a very real concern. "As long as I keep getting one out of you , I'll be a very happy girl..."

She wasn't getting the same deep, powerful thrusts that Lune was being treated to, but she was perfectly fine with that, all told. Sarasha was glad just to feel Cody leaning against her and straining as he fought back against the windfall of his second release.

That effort was what meant so much to her; Cody didn't owe her anything, and yet, he was treating her with all the love and care that he would have shown to a long-time partner...and that alone was enough to melt Sarasha's colder exterior, leaving her rumbling with a fresh purr and a proper, feline stretch.

Her backside pushed up into Cody, forcing him to move that much deeper into her welcoming sex...and all the while, her head and front legs stayed down in the stretch, keeping him from escaping the uneven flutter of her orgasmic delights.

"F-feel what I mean, Cody? You're d-doing so good...s-so fucking good, baby..."

Giving the brothers the chance to flip the script wasn't in the plans for Sarasha or Lune when the weekend started, but as the feline reclined into her stretch and the canine felt her tongue hanging over the side of her jowls, they found no shortage of benefits came from stoking the flames of the brother's competitive spirit.

Once they were past that and focused more on the women in front of them, it seemed the AIPets were the ones being treated like the special guests of their own resort...and even when he was panting with near exhaustion, Kyle was determined to prove himself the better match for either pet.

He might get his chance before the vacation was over, of course; opening the door between their rooms had already brought them closer than they'd ever been before, as siblings, but it wasn't something they'd ever considered to be out of the realm of possibility.

Everything that had followed...and everything that was still to come...remained beyond their wildest dreams.