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Lomidepuzlo - January

Lolo shivered yet again, an irresistible sigh working its way up from his chest and out through parted lips. His fingers gripped onto the smooth wood of the seat underneath him, all of these sensations and touches keeping his back bolt upright; his tail flicked and lashed along the damp floor of the room, anticipation and arousal, delight and disbelief thrumming back and forth through him.

One arm around his back, another along his belly... those soft fingers trailed up and cupped beneath one of his breasts, hanging heavily in place there, full and supple. Beside him Radia breathed a sigh of appreciation, her breath wafting out warm across his shoulder through the steam of the sauna room - and Lolo gasped and shuddered again.

"Oh," the sphinx murmured, bringing her palm in around front. She teased at the rim of his nipple with first one finger, and then a second, then spread them out again, squeezed around and dug into place, squished him in against his chest. "Stiff."

"What?"

"Your nipple." Warm eyes glittered up at him. She flicked her tongue out over her lips and moved her fingers back again, now running all of them along with her thumb right there around his soft areola, teasing up at the side of his nipple again and again. Each time she did so Lolo couldn't help but shudder and jerk, the sensation light, intoxicating, unlike anything he had felt in his other form. "That happens sometimes, y'know, when you've got boobs."

"I know, I'm - hah -" This time Lolo couldn't resist sinking back a bit, fingers clutching into the spaces between the slats on the seat. His tail lashed straight out and his hips gyrated forward, one leg bouncing repeatedly; he swallowed, licked his lips, sighed, and worked his hips again, every muscle in his lower abdomen tightening up. Radia smirked, gave that breast one more squeeze, then spread her paw to move it back down along the smooth curve of his belly. "-no stranger to it..."

Beside him the sphinx gave a little purr, slipping her fingers along his belly. He leaned back a little bit, now moving one of his own paws over close to her rump, completely bare beneath the towel spread across her lap.

"Well," she went on, "I am... for this kind of thing on_you_, I mean."

"Yeah, I... ah - don't often take this form, and... and..."

His voice trailed off. Three fingers teased at the edge of his own towel, wrinkled up where it draped around his waist, and then they slid just as easily down underneath, diving into fur dampened by the steam within the sauna and natural sweat. Radia's purr deepened; she leaned in against him a little more firmly, freely pressing her chest up against his from the side, breast to breast. Lolo shuddered, spread his legs further, leaned back... and sighed as he felt her fingers slip through the little ruff of pubic fur there between his thighs, teasing and touching back and forth, and then coming together there in the center.

"You know," Radia went on. She continued circling her fingers, dragging them around with a light, airy touch just barely enough for Lolo to be able to feel it. It drove him wild. "This is my favorite part." She pushed down with her fingers a little bit further, slid through that soft, thick fur, teased along supple skin wet with its own slickness instead of that of the sauna...

And Lolo sighed again and sat back, legs spread, towel drifting part of the way down his lap. Reflexively his body worked up against Radia's touch, grinding into place, welcoming her fingerpads in against his clit and between those soft, wet lips where they traced, back and forth, back and forth.

"Y-yeah?"

"Yeah. Although..."

That paw remained there, though he felt her shift beside him. Lolo halfway opened one eye to see the sphinx leaning back, smug amusement on her muzzle, then jumped at the sudden grip of her other paw seizing in at his rump, fingers spread out towards his hip while her thumb came in towards the base of his tail. That spot right there, above and along the side and then _particularly_right underneath, made him gasp and twitch when she touched it: Lolo's tail flicked and curled up at the base, muscles moving entirely of their own accord in response to the touch.

He shivered again, biting his lower lip between his teeth while his body struggled with what to do. Either he could grind forward against her fingers where they played between his lips, or back against her other paw where Radia now teased her thumbpad back and forth in slow, sweet circles around the pucker of his tailhole, making that ring of muscle twitch and tighten.

"I do like this part too." The sphinx gave his rump another squeeze, deliberately pressing in against that pucker. Lolo swallowed, pressed back against it, and then felt a sudden void as she slid both her paws away. "But then, of course, I can't ignore these," now with both of those paws coming up underneath and around his breasts, "now, can I?"

The towel slid away from his lap. Lolo felt vulnerable, though it was just the two of them in here: Radia looked up towards the door, smirked, and then moved to slid off the seat and stand before him. He swallowed again, freely letting his eyes graze back and forth along the curves and shape of her body before resting back on her muzzle again; the sphinx waited for this, grinned, winked, and then leaned in again, pressing herself up between his legs until her breasts squished against his own. Then one of her arms draped around his shoulders as well. Radia turned her head.

"You oughtta take these for a spin more often. I'm sure some of the others would love to see, too."

"Oh, well, I-" He swallowed yet again and turned his head away, though he couldn't resist pressing back in against her. "I'll consider it, and-"

"Do you need some encouragement?"

Lolo blinked. "Need? No. But I wouldn't turn it down..."

Forth - January

Nairne watched from within as her body reached for the second top shelf, fingers spreading out, pausing, then spreading further as her desires clashed with one another outside her realm of awareness.

"You are unsure," she heard her voice say, "whether you want Kaptain Krow's or the store brand, since Krow's tastes a lot better but the store brand is far less expensive."

Yeah, she thought, that sounds right, and sighed inwardly - as there wasn't much she could do physically, having deliberately separated her consciousness from the meat-mecha that was her body before heading out. Today's excursion to the grocery store was all a test for the newest iteration of Nova, her carefully crafted personal AI system. It was a mind to run her body when hers couldn't, or when she didn't want to: it ran off of its own "brain" of sorts, as much as the analogy aggravated her for its vast imprecisions and oversimplifications, and she could sort of metaphysically sheathe it around her own as an extra layer of neural processing and advancement.

On a subconscious level it helped with reaction time and reflexes, and allowed her body to keep on going while she herself slept, if she wished it to. It could help her in times of distress as well, taking over if she were to ever fall unconscious or become too greatly injured. On the conscious level, as she ran it now, it worked almost like another inhabitant here inside her head, not really jockeying for control so much as it was trying to learn how to run her body like she herself did.

Go for the Krow's, she decided, though verbalizing it - mentally - would be unnecessary. Nova could read the surface portions of her thoughts, as well as any and all of the electrochemical impulses and machinations that informed her organic processes of emotions and mental processing, but she had deliberately restricted it from reading her memories: she wanted it to learn how to behave normally, not just copy what Nairne herself would do. I deserve a treat. And when you speak out loud, please refer to yourself instead of to me.

_ _

"Refer to myself..." There was a little sparkle of mental sensation as Nova made the adjustment. Nairne's paw slid back over to the box on the left, hesitated another moment, then swiped it off and set it into the basket. "I want the Kaptain Krow's. Even though it's much more expensive."

Better. Still sound a little bit kooky talking to ourselves, but that sounds a lot better than referring to some unseen 'you'.

_ _

"I deserve a treat," Nova went on, in Nairne's voice. Still the badger hadn't quite gotten used to the feeling of all of her nerves and muscles firing and moving... not technically of their own accord, but under the control of someone - something - that wasn't herself. It was an entirely different way of thinking: so many of her peers thought of "themselves" and "their bodies" as one and the same entity - they would see "you kicked my leg" and "you kicked me" as completely equivalent statements - while over time Nairne had managed to separate herself from this outdated concept.

She was not her body. It was her body for a reason: a possession, a part of her, but not her entirely. She could exist without it, and it could exist without her. And it stroked her vanity a bit to be able to take a backseat and observe as that body of hers went about its daily chores, now pushing the shopping cart before itself and browsing the shelves, brain tickling distantly with the constant feed of information filtering in.

"And so I will get the Blood Diamond ice cream as well, instead of the store brand-"

Nova! No! Store brand!

_ _

Her body frowned and tilted its head. To anyone who didn't know of her little experiment, it would seem as though Nairne's body had been taken over by a different personality... which was, really, what had happened. She had tied Nova's interfaces into her nervous system so that the intelligence would feel and experience the very same impulses, reactions, chemicals, and other related stimuli, and thus emotions, feelings, and everything else associated would be approximately shared between the two of them so long as those came from an external source.

This was a case where the stimulus was internal, from Nairne's latent consciousness, and as such her body went through a wave of confusion that she herself did not.

"But..." Her body tugged the door open and took out one of each type, careful not to burn its fingers on the chill. "I deserve a treat. The Blood Diamond is more expensive, but much tastier-"

It's also got four times the amount of fat! I'm trying to watch my figure!

_ _

"If I'm trying to watch my figure," Nova went on, sounding for all the world like someone arguing with themselves - which, again, was the goal, "then maybe I shouldn't have ice cream on the list at all." The badger's body put both tubs back and closed the door, then swung the cart around to head down towards the next aisle.

Whoa, hey, now maybe let's-

_ _

"But," Nova went on, working a good semblance of sass into Nairne's voice, "the white chocolate is still okay, since the brand I wrote down is specifically fat free."

And low in sugar. Technically it's keto. I don't know what it's made of other than, like, air and water molecules. And,_anticipating the AI's next set of processes, _that wasn't an invitation to recite the Wikipedia article.

_ _

"Either way, I've got the article cached and ready to go, since Nova is curious about its contents as well."

Fair enough. Hey - we just passed the aisle for the-

_ _

"If I pick up the beef jerky first I can save approximately twelve seconds by looping around and using the self-checkout at the eastern end of the store, and-"

Nova. Regular people don't think like that. The most we'll do is save the frozen shit for last since we don't want it to melt.

"I hadn't considered that. Adding to network."

Inwardly, since there was no other way she could do it, Nairne sighed. It was an ongoing process, but at least every day brought her a little bit closer.

Peegus - February

The serval shifted where she sat, one paw atop the desk tapping at the pad of paper and the other resting across her lap, retractable claws digging gently into the fabric of her dress. Her tall, rounded ears struggled to remain forward towards any patrons who might come in, instead wanting to flick sideways and back and down and - she caught her breath, forced a swallow, and shifted yet again, scooting forward towards the edge of the seat.

Normally she didn't sit quite so upright when working the front desk, here at the library. Normally she slouched over, head halfway across one arm while she went through the tedious task of cataloging the visitors, the ins, the outs, and anything in between, to be corroborated with the other workers throughout the building. Normally her toes didn't repeatedly curl and stretch out, and normally her claws didn't poke out from the ends of her fingers and leave little pricks in her thighs and scratches along the polished stone surface.

Normally her tail didn't lash with repeated little impulses, and normally her thighs didn't squeeze in around the shoulders of the leopard who crouched down between her legs, his body mostly obscured by the rest of the desk from any visitors. His tongue dragged up through the hot, soft fur of her inner thighs, leaving her skin tingling underneath; then he'd turn his head the other way, part his lips, and drag his sharp little fangs through her pelt, just enough to make her squirm and thrust forward - and then with his nose against her pubic fur, Mo felt him wrap his paws around her legs, hold her against him, and pull in a low, slow breath, to then let it trickle back out over sensitive skin and flesh.

It had gone on long enough that by now she couldn't tell whether that was his drool or her arousal that soaked through her fur, and left a wet spot here on the seat beneath her. She wanted to look, wanted to throw her dress back and tug his head more firmly down onto her, but knew that anything more would lead to her being a little bit too noisy. As such she had to stifle herself with gripping onto her other leg like this, fingers repeatedly tensing down on herself, digging through fabric and fur in response to the shivers of sweet, fiery pleasure that his teasing pushed through.

Kopa often visited her here at the library, and more often than not Mo would sidle off to the back aisles or up into the rafters to attend_to his interests. A little _too often, in fact: that was part of why she had met him here at the desk instead, with the two chatting about nonsense until the other workers walked away... and then the serval scooted back and spread her legs, and the leopard had taken his place underneath the desk and nuzzled up between her thighs, and...

And another little nuzzle, huff, and kiss from his lips to hers made her shiver and squeeze around him again. A certain tingling warmth vibrated down in her loins, indulgence and excitement and maybe a little bit of urgency. Mo leaned forward over the desk, pressed her chin into her palm, and briefly squeezed her eyes shut; Kopa exhaled across her again, sweet enough to make one of her footpaws shiver and kick over his shoulder.

If he wanted to tease, then she could do just the same. The serval straightened up again, moving her other paw just far enough to grip between his damn ears and pull him down into place. He squirmed with surprise though kept silent, and deliberately pressed his lips together: normally he would remain like that, drawing her arousal out into desperation and need, but Mo paid that no mind today. She took in a slow breath, held it, swallowed again, let it out, then started to tighten, and push, and - then felt that warmth start to trickle out, slowly at first and then quickly growing into a steady stream.

Out against Kopa's lips, then in along the curves of the chair to soak back into her thighs and where she sat. Sweet, hot, rich, she relaxed a little bit but kept on pushing, deliberately draining her bladder against him. Gradually Kopa's grip on her legs shifted, drifting down towards her knees and then along her lower legs, holding in place there; he nuzzled up against her, lips slightly parted yet still holding himself back from licking, instead just rubbing and wiping his face up into her, smearing himself against the source. She felt the slick wetness of her mark soaking through his fur and clinging to his mouth, flowing down over his lips when he slid up against her and then spraying out more fully when he pulled himself back.

Mo sighed with the relief and sank forward again, hips shifting back on the chair - and into the puddle that she had left there, faint trickles of overflow dripping down over the sides and splashing onto the floor below. Nervousness shot through her and briefly cut off the stream, but after a quick cursory look around she saw that nobody else had noticed - yet; along with the sound, the familiar smell had started to curl up and tingle at her nostrils as well, once more strengthening the arousal that still stirred within her - and as such went right back to it, legs tightening again around Kopa's head to hold him there. She pushed until she had no more to give, her final little spurts spraying out across his lips, his teeth, his tongue until the last few drops oozed lazily between them, and only then did he wrap his mouth around her, broad tongue scooping gently up from underneath, cupping her sensitive flesh, and slipping easily over the gathered wetness.

The serval jumped and gasped again, now bringing her paw to her muzzle to have something to stifle her noises. Then she grunted, and shivered, and barely suppressed a moan when he lapped at her again, and again; then his licking turned to a gentle suckling, drawing out more of her mark.

Kopa's paws tightened on her legs once more - and Moa yelped when he yanked her forward.

Lomidepuzlo - February

Rhapsody giggled softly and shifted where she sat, wedged quite warmly between two other bodies just as naked as her own and then the soft cushions of the couch behind her. The rest of the room might as well have not existed for all the attention she paid to it, though just the fact of being_here_ put a certain distinct feeling through everything else: there was just a coziness that seemed to trickle in through the drawn curtains of the window where it blocked the view of the gentle snow outside, the sky a pale blue-white despite the depth of evening, then the low fire crackling over at the other side of the room.

The hare's ears perked again, and she tilted her head, slid her tongue between her lips, swallowed down a mix of saliva that wasn't only her own, then took in a slow breath through her nose. A gentle, wet smacking sound issued up from somewhere below and in front of her, followed by a quiet rumble of pleasure and a shifting of bodies atop the couch and her lap. She let her eyes drift just barely open, looked out across that almost-closed window, then angled downwards... and sighed into the mouth still sealed against hers at the sight of her own body here, spread out in between Lomi's to one side and Radia's to the other, the sphinx sprawled across the couch as well as Rhapsody's own lap while her head bobbed in the pika's lap. One paw rested across his blue-furred thigh, her eyes closed and mouth open, tongue cupping the side of his hard shaft while she worked; occasionally she came up, slurped over it, swallowed it, and then dove back down again, now moving a leg up onto the couch for more support, now halfway turning to face the two of them.

So, seeing her opportunity, Rhapsody briefly broke the kiss, swirled her tongue in between her lips as well as Lomi's - the pika opened his eyes and gave her a little smirk, a small spatter of her drool clinging to the side of his mouth - and then reached a paw down and across Radia's reclining body. Fingers stretched out over smooth skin and soft, thin fur, pressing into the plush warmth of her wide rump; Rhapsody pressed further, leaning to the side a bit so she could reach, then ran her fingers in... and felt the sphinx shiver across her lap when her fingertip brushed over her tailhole there, wrinkled pucker flexing gently to the expected and welcome touch. Again and again Rhapsody squeezed, groping and feeling, and tilted her head to dive right back into her kiss with Lomi.

And the pika certainly didn't hold back there. As soon as her lips met his again she felt his tongue slip forward, curling around hers and then sliding deeper, rolling around within her mouth, pressing and pushing against her own. He swallowed amid the kiss, and tilted his head the other way, and inhaled through his nose; Rhapsody brought her other arm up to rest it around his shoulders and hold him in against her, while he did the same for Radia in his lap, one paw atop her head easing her movement. She adjusted how she lay again, pushing her rump up and back into Rhapsody's grip.

Once more the two broke apart from their kiss, this time with Lomi being the one to move back. He leaned back against the couch with his other arm resting over the back, eyes half-lidded while he watched the sphinx work in his lap. Slowly, gently he thrust his hips up against her, balls shifting between his thighs, thick strands of glistening saliva rolling slowly down his length towards the puff of pubic fur there; as though sensing her audience, Radia swallowed, slid up, looked at both of them, and then dove down a little further, now with her head sideways along the underside of his shaft. One paw held his arousal there against her while she licked and sucked, slurping the slickness right back off of him down towards the base of his sack, then up, and up towards his tip.

She didn't stop there, though. Lomi shuddered at the swirling of her tongue along the rim, and then the sphinx moved, pressed herself against his thigh, and lifted all the way up, just so she could slip in and steal a kiss from him as well. Then back down she went, one paw running across his chest; and Lomi pulled in a breath and lifted up just as she dove down, the little wave of pleasure bouncing back and forth through his body. Rhapsody felt him tighten against her and roll his head to the side, and then she was the one to tilt him back in to continue their kiss. She straightened up a bit, leaned in for a little more pressure, resumed her grip on Radia's rump, and sucked gently at his tongue - then came free again, her own arousal and indulgence thrumming through her while she watched.

"You know," she purred, "when you invited us out here I wasn't expecting this to happen."

Lomi swallowed. His breathing had picked up a bit, tension palpable throughout his body and in his expression: even when Radia slowed, diving down to keep him as far past her lips as she could, throat moving with her tonguing and swallows, still he pushed up into her maw. "And - why not?" he managed after a moment, then sighed and thumped his head onto the back of the couch. "I said it would be relaxing."

"Well, yes..." Rhapsody spread her fingers along Radia's rump, felt up over the pucker of her tailhole, and then slid down a little further until the hot, sticky wetness of her arousal spread over her pads. "But _you_seem quite tense."

"Not-" He jerked, teeth gritted. "Not for long, at _this_rate."

Forth - February

Basho raised a fist into the air, head bobbing with the rhythm of the music that he could better feel than hear throughout the rest of the venue. All around him bounced the sea of the crowd, so many countless strangers moving and swaying accordingly, any conversation or noises completely hidden under the concert itself. Darkness flooded the great space, constantly shredded by spears of colored lights and pyrotechnics. It amazed the red panda how different things were, here on the floor instead of up there on the stage. All the same yet completely different, just a shift in perspective: suddenly he was a part of the crowd, another face floating in this ocean, and not a single eye would linger in his way.

He lowered his paws back down and rested them behind his sister's ears where she held him atop her shoulders, her own paws clasped around his upper thighs right at the hem of his shorts. The fact of the matter was, Basho simply could not attend a concert on his own, for his... diminutive stature. He knew from experience that he would just get lost in the crowd, and tossed around and trampled until some delightful concertgoer would pick him up, ask if he was okay, and likely mistake him for someone's kid. So he was grateful to Emiko here underneath him, her gentle scent wafting up into his nose through the aroma of the venue: the natural scent that he had come to associate with her after so much time spent together, mixed with the higher, more artificial touch of perfume and shampoo, then all of this dragged back down by the sharp tang of adrenaline and sweat. So all of this, mixed with the pulsing rush of the show, the music in his ears and his heart, the warmth of her body underneath his own, the closeness of her with so much time spent together between them...

It made Basho blush a little bit each time she bounced underneath him, shoulders and neck lifting up between his thighs, head nudging back into his loins. The male hadn't the slightest doubt that Emiko had already felt what stirred there. It was part of why he kept one paw on her head, and part of why he regularly pushed himself forward again: the touch, the warmth, the pressure grinding against him, combined with everything else going on... and again, he knew that nobody else in the crowd would notice.

Emiko knew this, too. At a few instances throughout the show the other red panda looked up between her brother's legs, a knowing smirk on her muzzle. Basho would grin, wink, and wiggled his hips there in place again, loose gym shorts allowing quite a range of freedom - and then Emiko would roll her eyes and press her head back, sometimes a little bit too firmly so that he grimaced and adjusted again, all to her amusement.

The song finished, the crowd cheered, the lights flashed, and Basho deliberately leaned forward so that he could clap. Emiko rolled her head side to side, and in that moment the male wondered if he would be able to slip himself out through the leg of his shorts, or maybe up beneath the waistband, just for a second. Nobody would be able to see; nobody would be able to know. The singer shouted something incomprehensible in the band's native language, to much acclaim from the surrounding crowd, and then rocketed into the next song. Basho recognized this one as well and straightened up, paws in the air -

-and then just as swiftly clamped them back down along his sister's head when her arms tightened around his legs. Quite easily she lifted one back over her shoulder so that he straddled her sideways, then slid a paw up under his rump for support, turned him further, and wobbled a bit. After some effort she managed to get him hooked around her shoulders again, though this time from the other side so that he faced away from the stage, his legs draped over her back with his groin right there against her muzzle.

Basho swallowed, surprised, and looked down at her. Emiko winked again, nose halfway obscured against the stiff bulge of his arousal twitching there beneath his shorts, then raised a paw up and around his thigh, tugged at his waistband, pulled it down... and then her brother shifted, shuddered, and sighed at the first sensation of her tongue against his base, the other red panda's chin holding the elastic out of the way. She held herself there for a short while just nuzzling and licking, reaching with her tongue as far as she could down between his sack, then up around one, along his base, halfway up.

He shivered and drew forward, at once not wanting anyone else to see - a few eyes glittering in the darkness flashed his way but did not linger - yet found himself enticed by the idea that someone might. He twitched and throbbed again, now halfway grinding against the side of his sister's muzzle while she licked and huffed at him; her grip along his backside, thumbs near his tail, lightened a bit so that he sank down along her chest. Once more she flashed her gaze up to him, grinned, then parted her lips, let a hungry exhalation out across his twitching shaft, and then... Basho gasped and shivered, paws tightening on the back of her head, unconsciously pulling her down as she dove onto him.

Again and again her paws tightened along his rump, lifting him up into her maw so that she wouldn't have to bob her head. Basho's legs tightened around her shoulders, and his head rolled back and his jaw fell open, and for a while he nearly forgot about the music pounding all around them. The press of the crowd, the movement and energy of the show, the presence of everything - all disappeared beneath the sensation of her lips, her tongue, her mouth, her breath.

He shivered again, swallowed, and straightened up, leaning forward to more fully clasp her head between his legs. Basho opened his eyes again and looked right down at a small crowd of concertgoers nearby, one of whom had lifted their phone and angled it towards the two of them. He held up his fist again and gave it a pump; his audience did the same.

Emiko's paws tightened on his rump and yanked him forward again. Basho gasped and closed his eyes. This wasn't going to take too long.