Eileens Night
Eileen sighed as she sat down into the office chair, swishing her orange tail around the back and moved it so she didn't pinch it against the spine of the chair. She thought to herself about what she would do in the next half hour as she started to close down windows on her screen. She'd had the moment to herself and had been invited seemingly at random to a rave that night.
She scratched behind an ear as she thought back to that morning. In her bright blue business dress, she'd set out with her brown plain purse and walked to work as she normally did. The bustling urban neighborhood sidewalks held every form of life as usual. However, the metropolis was still at that polite equilibrium of size where there was still enough room to walk the sidewalk and not get groped. So when a tall but fairly thin Siberian tiger in an appropriately large black trench coat had bumped into her and knocked her down, she was slightly alarmed. Eileen was a demure 5'7" orange cat with deep green eyes that were often hidden on one side or the other by her straight red hair. Her fur was short but soft. Her muzzle was topped off with a pink triangular nose above a small mouth. The tiger was polite as he helped her back up, helped her dust off her blue blouse and mini-skirt and quickly was on his way before she could ask him what the note he'd palmed into her hand was about.
She'd opened it on her way into the office building. All it had on it was an address and a brightly colored mushroom. Now to most people, this would simply be an indecipherable message, but Eileen was 22 and knew better. That was an invitation she'd been handed, and the entire day it'd been in her mind. The question in specific was "Should I bother to go?" It was 4:35 now, and the answer seemed to come ever closer to being a "Yes". As she began to think she would go, she thought she might as well bring a friend. These things were just not safe to go to alone.
"But who to take" she muttered to herself as she put a long thin orange finger up to her lips in thought. Her mind began to cycle through her network of friends when the answer presented itself. Melissa, her obligatory friend from work was walking by with a manila folder.
Melissa was a dark haired raccoon, a lithe girl with breasts even Eileen could appreciate, as they were easily more ample than Eileen's which were at C cups on a good day. Her hair was up in a bun and tied tightly into a myriad of black and white swirls atop her head. Her golden eyes focused on Eileen "Oh, almost time to go..."
"Hooray" Eileen said with mock enthusiasm as she tossed up her fingers. "Mel, watcha doin tonight?" Eileen looked up at her with interest.
"Well, I was going to drop this folder off down at mail" Melissa began as she held up fingers and started ticking things off "go home, get changed, and..."
"...and?" Eileen asked impatiently.
"And that was about it. What did you have in mind?" Melissa finished.
Eileen held up the business card sized invitation. Melissa shrieked in joy at the sight of the symbol. "Oh! So one of those is up then? Yay! What time? What time?"
"You think 11 would be good?" Eileen asked. "You know, just so we don't miss anything." There was a gleam in her eye as she remembered her last rave. She'd dropped acid and the sparks and sounds of green and yellow had made her giddy as the bass line of the techno danced across her vision.
"You still have your pacifier? I think I dropped mine last time." Melissa went on. "And I'll have to get out my glitter, but something that will wash out of my fur a little easier this time..."
"Hmm...I'll pick up one on the way if you don't find yours." Eileen assured her. "And the glowstics.."
"All right. I'll just drop my package off then." and with that, Melissa trotted off around a corner. Eileen looked back at her computer only to note that the monitor was dark, and satisfied with that she got up and walked to the stair well. Her walk back was pleasant. The sun was warm and inviting. Eileen loved sunlight. She was as much a creature of the night as her genus would imply, but even then she seemed to enjoy sunbathing just a little more than most cats. As she got back to her apartment building, she decided it had been to long since she'd simply lain in the sun and soaked it in.
She walked up the three flights of stairs to her apartment on the side of the building. She had specifically chosen this room because it had an entire side of the rectangular building to herself, and thus the balcony offered that much more privacy. The porch was fairly large, and faced west. As soon as she got into her house, she shucked the blue blouse and mini-skirt to the floor along with her panties, stepped out of it and laid her purse on a brown leather love seat. She undid the clasps at the back of her bra as she let her breasts fall and bounce slightly as she sauntered over and slid open the glass door to the porch. She stood in full profile of the sun as she let the rays caress her and warm her through. She stretched and yawned as she padded over to the lawn chair and lay down with her eyes closed, her tail slipping between the vinyl slats.
She let the sun wash away the week as her right hand almost unconsciously slid down chest and belly to her crotch. She groaned as her other hand joined it and slid fingers on either side of her labia past the tuft of red hairs amongst the orange fur. She thought of Melissa. She had secretly wanted that girl for a few months now, and it was beginning to get to her. She imagined the sun's warmth was that of Melissa's body completely enveloping her. Her left hand cupped a breast and she began to massage it as she imagined Melissa on top of her. Her fingers splayed at the top of her clitoris as she rubbed her middle and index finger up and down on her now swollen edges. "Oh Melissa..." she moaned aloud. Her fingers began to feel moist as she began to rub a little faster. She squeezed her tit with her left hand and twisted it hard. She breathed harder as she pinched down. Her tail brushed against the ground in wide sweeps in her excitement. She placed two fingers into her warm pussy and they easily slid in. Eileen rubbed her walls and began to curl in ecstasy as the sensation sent pulses through her. Her left hand switched breasts as her hand slipped out and she rubbed her palm over her entire groin. She began to writhe in pleasure as her eyes squinted open to see the sun bright and before her. She imagined Melissa silhouetted against that bright backdrop, her curves sitting up straight on center with their vaginas throbbing against each other. It was more than she could take. She shuddered and laughed aloud as juices flowed out of her and soaked her hand.
She lazily reached over and took up a green towel on the banister next to her and tried to dry off her hand. While her hand wiped clean easily enough, she found the sensation to simply be too much to bother with the source of the mess, and resolved to simply shower it off later as she set the towel down and dozed in the sun.
A cool wind floated by and awakened Eileen. The sky had grown dark. She stood and quickly skipped into her warm living room. A clock on the wall chimed 8. She began to think of what to wear. She went into her bathroom and turned on the water, waited for it to warm up before she began adjusting it to her liking and stepped in to wash the scent of sex off of her. Mentally she went through what she should have...glitter was a must...glow sticks...should probably leave the fairy wings here tonight...
She rinsed herself off and stepped out into her robe which had been hanging on a hook outside the stall. She walked into her room and took a towel out of a dresser which held her mirror and various accoutrements of beauty. After drying her hair she pulled a comb off and ran it through her red lengths and got up to her closet. The answer stood out clear as nuclear blast and nearly as radioactive. Before her, nearly directly in front of her were her bright, hot pink mini-skirt and tube top, hanging on the same hanger. She took them out and set them on the bed. Eileen went to her drawer and chose a normal looking pair of panties that otherwise would have passed for normal if it weren't for the fact that they glowed green under a black light.
She slid the panties on and sat down to her vanity as she began to take out a bottle glitter mascara. She was sparing with it, and when she was done she put on some dark green lipstick. Eileen took the pacifier lying on the edge of the wood and put it around her neck. She spared a look in the mirror as she straightened a few errant ruby hairs, and then got up to the bed to put the skirt and top on. The skirt slipped on easily enough, but the top disturbed her hair a bit on the way down. She looked back into the mirror to admire her body, noticed her hair and simply thought to herself that she was going to be bouncing up and down to much to worry anyway. A pair of hose and platform boots later made her look complete.
It was 8:45 now. She was technically ready to go now, but raves weren't as plentiful these days as they had once been, so she wanted to make this one as great as possible for her. She grabbed her purse off the love seat and walked out the door. She locked it behind her and walked down to the apartment complex parking lot. She took out her keys and placed them in the door of a jet black VW bug. She pulled out of the parking lot and went down to a local convenience store that was staffed by a skunk appearing to be in his teens wearing a black and white striped shirt that seemed almost to blend in with his markings. He was reading a magazine Eileen couldn't see and paid her little attention. The store had a few other random occupants none of which bothered to look up from their browsing save a hooded figure whose glance betrayed canine features. He picked up a pack of something and made his way to the counter. As Eileen walked past him, she picked up the faint trace of cannabis on his hoodie. He probably hadn't smoked today, but definitely within the last week, and he hadn't washed the hoodie since.
Eileen found the scent slightly heady and kinda wished she had some for the moment. She walked over to where he'd just been and found the glowstics hanging from a rack in packs ranging from singles to 20-packs. She picked up two ten packs thinking she'd split them with Melissa. The canine had not finished paying by the time she walked up. She then noticed the price of the glowstics. Apparently the demand had skyrocketed along with news of the rave that night, as the total for two packs of glowstics was now around 25 dollars. It was 9:20, and Melissa lived on the other side of town. She didn't have her ATM card on her (it had been taken out and left by her computer the day before) and she could see no physical way of keeping things up to schedule.
In a sudden flash of inspiration she put the glowstics back on the rack and hurried out side. She slinked up against the brick wall of the store outside the sliding glass doors. In a moment the canine came out and she beckoned to him. "Hey you, in the hoodie." The canine stopped for a moment and looked for the source of the sound.
Her voice turned sultry and her eyes focused on him. Her eyelids drooped enticingly. "Nice glow sticks you have there. Going to the rave tonight?"
The canine took his hoodie off to reveal brown fur with white eye patches. He seemed to be a pug variant. "Actually yeah. I hear they've got some really good DJ's tonight." He stopped and looked her up and down." You look like you're going too. Want some company?" He said with a leer.
She put one leg up on the wall and grabbed her hair. "Well big boy, I've already some company for the night, but I was really hoping to have some glow sticks with us, and I've forgotten the money for it back home, so if you give me yours, I'll be sure to make it worth your time."
"Oh?" He said with lust oozing from his voice. He looked from side to side to make sure no one heard what he said next as he raised an eye brow "Right here?"
She nodded her head and strutted off into the deep shadow on the right of the store. Still carrying the bag of 20 assorted glowstics, the canine followed. He couldn't see anything in the stark pitch that one only finds at certain levels of shadow and light pollution. He was suddenly thrust against the wall by small hands. A small shot of fear ran through his mind as he realized that he was in a dark alley alone at night. The fear passed however as those hands slowly ran down his hoodie to his baggy jeans. He felt the button being undone, followed by the light mechanical click of his zipper parting teeth. Her hands played about his crotch.
Eileen muttered aloud "Boxers. Lovely." Eileen was crouched balancing herself against him, not wanting to put her knees in whatever might have dripped onto the ground back here. She parted the slit in the fabric and brought out a phallic lump of flesh. Even in the dark her feline eyes could tell it was pink and partially erect already. Eileen had no qualms about sucking a penis, but thought she should get more than just a pack of glowstics out of this. "You holding?" she spoke up into the silhouette she imagined to be her mark.
"A little" came the reply. "Take me all and swallow me up and I'll let you have some."
She licked the bottom of his shaft from the base to the tip with her tongue, trailing her bottom lip along the entire way. She heard a little whimper from above her. "How much?" she asked.
"Mmm" His voice was higher now. "I've three joints already rolled in my pocket. I'll split one with you now and give you the other two for the road."
Her lips gelled around his head as she assented a muffled "mmmhhmmmm" and moved her lips down his shaft. Shaking slightly, he took out one of the spiffs and a lighter. He sparked it and the light of the flame showed a head of red hair moving slowly up and down his penis. He let off the light and brought the joint up to his lips. The ember brightened as he sucked in slowly. He placed his other hand on her bobbing head. He brought the joint down to her level. The ember was just bright enough for him to notice where her head was and therefore not set her hair on fire. She took it one hand as she worked his shaft with the other. Eileen toked heavily and held it in her chest until she got her lips back around his fully erect penis. She blew light blue smoke out of her nose as she slipped him down onto her tongue, into the back of her throat.
Her tongue was delightfully rough as she brought it down and wrapped it around the end of his phallus. He moaned his approval and began to thrust softly into her mouth. "Oh...oh I'll give you all three joints if you just don't stop!" he groaned out. Her hand traced up his shirt and took the lit cigarette and put it out on the wall. She tucked it between her breasts. Eileen wrapped her arms around the canine's ass. It was pleasantly plush she noted as she purred. The canine giggled as her throat vibrated around his member.
"Heh...that tickles...keep going"
She purred louder as she brought a hand to fondle testes. They were fuzzy, and hung lower than she expected. She grasped them and gently squeezed in time with her taking him in. As she took him further in her, she squeezed firmly but gently.
"Oh! Jesus" he seemed to squeeze through what sounded like grit teeth. "Take me all! I want to cum in your mouth!" As if to reply she sped her pace up slightly. "Damn!" he struggled to keep his voice down. "Aw fuck. Ooo."
Even as he sputtered his curses she found herself aroused more then she thought she would be. She caught herself grinding against his leg. She pulled her groin off his knee and steadied herself on his cheeks again as she prepared to be done with this dog. "Ah, ah, ah Christ!" he was barely able to keep the shriek down as he climaxed hard. Eileen's throat was filled with his slightly caustic yet sweet tasting cum. She loudly gulped it down as he pumped into her orifice triumphantly. He shuddered and his breathing was labored of a few moments until finally he slumped against the wall.
He reached down and handed her the bag of glowstics he'd set next to himself. She kissed him on the cheek and trotted back to her bug with the bag in hand as he laid there and caught his breath. She opened the door and tossed the bag in the back as she walked back into the convenience store (which was now empty, save the clerk who was still reading) and got a bottle of water. She opened it on the way out and took a swig as she got back into the car, and quickly drove into the night.
She glanced at her dash and noticed the time was 9:35. She quietly prayed Melissa was ready with her pacifier. Sure she had the address, but who knew how long it would take to find some random warehouse in the industrial district?
Eileen sped through the night, praying no authority was around. She stuck to the back roads as she raced over to make sure they would make it in time. Eileen despised not being prompt.
Melissa lived in a loft in one of those oh so posh renovated warehouses. Unfortunately it wasn't the same industrial section of the city as the one the address indicated, so when Eileen got to the empty lot used to store autos, she screeched in (forgetting how ridiculous a screeching beetle actually looked) to a space, parked it, locked it, and popped out at a quick trot towards the huge elevator. It was 9:55 by this time.
The entrance was unlocked, and the elevator lay in the middle of a long hallway. Her boots clicked swiftly as she made her way down and hit the button. The elevator went down a single floor, and as Eileen stepped in, she finally started to relax. "I'm almost there. It's just a rave, calm down. I've an hour" She said to herself, taking deep breaths between each assurance. The elevator ground to a halt at the fourth floor. Eileen hauled the door down and the top half split open along with it. She stomped it down and walked boldly into the open space. "Melissa!" She spoke aloud. "Melissa, you ready?" She walked around a bit more.
Despite being a loft and a mostly open space, Melissa had done quite a bit with it. Oriental style divisors separated this space from that. Furniture on the other side of the gaping room was pointed towards a television. It easily appeared as if she had too much space. Eileen heard a slight gasping behind one of the divisors. "Melissa?" she said cautiously and walked over behind the divisor.
Eileen caught her breath and put her hand up to her mouth in shock at what she saw. Melissa was hanging from a crude noose over a knocked over chair, naked. She was squeezing a tit in one hand while her other was rubbing furiously on her clitoris. "Melissa!" She cried. Eileen ran over to her friend in three strides, picked up the chair and put it under her legs. Melissa stood up and loosened the noose.
Eileen began shouting "What the hell is going on with you! Did you expect me to come here and find you dead or something?" Eileen took another breath as tears began to come to her eyes "You could have told me something was wrong! You could have..."
Melissa's voice was sharp and piercing "Nothings is wrong. This is how I pleasure myself. And I will thank you to not assume I wanted death!"
Eileen was stunned. "...P, Pleasure?"
Melissa continued with a little more calm "Autoerotic asphyxiation. My orgasms just feel that more intense when I'm about to pass out. And I wasn't about to die." And with that, she pulled out a butterfly knife that had been colored to match with her hair. "See, I would have been fine."
Eileen was dumbfounded. She just looked up at this cheeky naked raccoon with bigger breasts in awe with her mouth open. A drop of liquid from Melissa's vagina snapped her back. Just as she was about to say something, Melissa cut in "look, you're a good friend, and I trust you. If it would make you feel better, I'm still horny, and would like to finish up, but would love to have you make sure nothing happens to me."
Eileen's mouth gaped open again. "S, s, sure..." She said and sat down on the nearby bed.
Melissa smiled "Thanks. It means a lot to me." She placed the butterfly knife seamlessly back into her hair, slowly stepped off the chair, and began to masturbate. Eileen stared on in awe as she slowly rubbed herself, and then sped up. Her moans came out slightly choked. In moments she was furiously touching herself. Soon the expression on Melissa's face turned to one of slight discomfort. She couldn't imagine anyone doing this. What happened next caught her even more off guard.
Melissa gasped out "Eileen, touch me..." Melissa was running out of the adrenaline for this. She got up and walked over to the dangling figure. She placed her orange finger tips against the white belly of her gently dieing friend.
"Like this?" Eileen asked hesitantly.
"Kiss me." Melissa said as she writhed on her line. Eileen picked up the chair stood up on the thing. She leaned over and placed her lips on Melissa. She tilted her head as Melissa's tongue slipped past hers. Melissa shuddered wildly and wriggled on her line. Without breaking contact, she took her hand off her breast, pulled out the butterfly knife, and slashed furiously at the rope. In moments it frayed and broke. Melissa fell in a small puddle of her own juices. She slipped and fell on her butt.
Eileen giggled. This was too much. She took the half spent spiff out from behind her ear and lit it with a match fished out of her purse. She stepped down, helped Melissa up, took a big drag and handed it to the raccoon. Eileen held it in her lungs for a bit before she blew it out and said "Come on, we've got to hurry up, I want to get there by 11 like we said."
Melissa took it in her dry hand, puffed twice and practically skipped over to a large oak armoire. She wiped her other hand on a towel and pulled out a single hangar. It was a light blue one piece with a wide split that went between the breasts and circled down to the belly. On Melissa, it would only overlap the black parts of her fur. As she turned it around to take it off the hook, Eileen noticed the back had a pair of small iridescent wing that stuck out a few inches from the rest of the suit.
Eileen broke the silence "So how long have you been doing this?"
"This was my third time. I don't do it often. I hear too many horror stories about people who don't always come back down." Melissa said as she slipped the suit on. It was a tight fit, and her nipples appeared as blue dots on her chest. "But sometimes, I just need it. Ya know?" She pulled her arms through the suit and took a pink pacifier out of the drawer. "Okay, I'm ready."
Eileen glanced at a digital alarm clock on a night stand before she closed the elevator door. 10:15.
***
The beetle continued through the night with two figures inside. "Hand me that card." Melissa said after a while. Eileen took a small business card with an address and a strangely colored mushroom printed on it. "Oh, I know where this is! Keep going. We'll be there in no time. And you were worried." They drove in silence under the city lights save for the occasional "turn here" and the hum of the beetle. It would seem neither of them had bothered to turn on the radio.
Soon they happened upon a dimly lit lot filled with cars and brightly dressed people milling about. "See, told ya." Melissa said as she got out. Eileen looked at the dash clock: 10:50. Lovely.
They walked gingerly up to the front door. A large muscled Kodiak in a tight under armor shirt and grey slacks stopped them. He looked like a fuzzy Vin Diesel. In a deep voice with a slight eastern European twinge he asked "How'd you find this place?"
Eileen spoke up "A tiger gave me an invitation. She's with me." And she thumbed to Melissa next to her.
"Let's see it" he practically growled.
Eileen took the card out of her purse and handed it to the Kodiak. "Hmm..." He said as an eyebrow went up. "Pink and blue. Go in and show this to the man upstairs. No cover for you two. And don't slow down." He handed the card back. He then opened the door and shooed them in.
As soon as the door had opened the techno had blared in their ears. They rushed around the crowd holding hands as they threaded their way to a flight of stairs decked out in Christmas lights. They were swift as they walked up and reached a walk way that went all around the building. The entire thing was dangerously packed. They walked a bit until they came to a door a little ways away marked with a sign in glowing blue letters "THE MAN UPSTAIRS" and knocked on a jet black door with a peep hole. The door opened and they rushed in out of the noise. They were suddenly patted down by another large Kodiak. This one in a black jump suit with an MP5 Navy hanging from a belt clip. "Okay, they're clean" he grunted.
They looked up to find another door in front of them being opened by an equally buff mole dressed similarly, but without the submachine gun. They were shooed in some more until finally they were in a room with only maroon lighting. Melissa looked to the side of the plain walls and saw the Tiger she'd bumped into earlier that day. Only instead of the trench coat, he was now dressed in pink shorts that looked like they could have matched Eileen's. In front of them was a bed with a black and white tabby in nothing but a pair of overly tight underwear. He'd an upside down cross marking on the white of his chest and deep red hair. His eyes were orange orbs of seeming tranquility. He was toking on a hookah next to the bed. It gurgled as he closed his eyes and blew out a long thin stream of smoke.
The tiger calmly requested "Please show me your invitation." Eileen presented to him again and let her fingers slide over his while her eyelids fluttered. She liked him. He didn't seem to notice. Instead he turned to the feline lazing on the bed and nodded once. Then he returned to the wall.
In a lustful and Russian drenched voice, the thin lips parted from the hookah and said "Elo my good girls. So glad voo could come anszer my invitation. I'm zure you wonder why I ask you vhere, no?" He continued without waiting for an answer. "My name is Demitri Kozustav, but I am zure you vwill only remember that name as an ackidemic matter. I ave a problvem. I ave developed...strange...tastes in sex. I can only...how do you say...orgasm...in certain ways. My tvastes range vrom bondage to...vwell, I'm sure you don't really vwant to know zat badly. But as ov late, I've aquired a taste for voyeurism. Not as you know though, for I recently ave aquired a taste for being vwatched, but not vwatching. Understand, no?"
Melissa spoke up first "You want us to watch you fuck?"
"Ya."
Eileen shrugged as Melissa looked askance at her. Eileen asked "Uh...is that why he's dressed like that?" and pointed at the tiger.
"Please, stay a bit, have a seat" Demitri said as he pointed to a couch on the opposite wall. The two girls sat down. "Sven...begin!" The Tiger came over to the bed and crawled on top of Demitri, kissed him, and slowly traced a large pink tongue down the middle of the cross on Demitri's chest. Eileen grabbed Melissa's wrist tightly as she saw this, immensely aroused. Melissa laid a palm on her hand to comfort her, as her nipples stiffened through the vinyl of her suit. Sven reached the flimsy cotton garment around Demitri's waist and tore it off with his teeth. Demitri's bulge of shaft bounced merrily up and down a bit, before Sven seized it in his mouth. His lips wrapped around it and formed an air tight seal as he slid up and down Demitri's penis. Demitri gripped the sheets of the bed and moaned. "Sven, mmmm, yes Sven..." Sven put his arms up and grasped Demitri's hips, guiding the cat into his Svens own mouth. "Sven, give zthem good show, you know I can't cum unless you give zthem good show." Sven opened his eyes a bit and nodded. He pulled his head off the shaft and licked it, almost completely engulfing it in his enormous tongue. As he grasped the phallus with a hand and slowly worked it up and down, he turned his head to face the guests.
"Anything you'd like to see?"
Melissa stopped to think for a moment but Eileen chimed right in with "Fuck him up the ass Demitri, fuck him hard."
Demitri laughed and Sven grinned. "You heard them Sven." Demitri said as he reached behind the hookah. Sven slipped off the dainty pink monstrosities revealing a taught bare white ass with diamond stripes around the hips. His cheeks had a single vertical stripe down the middle of each one. His penis was erect, thick, red and almost seemed to be pulsing. Demitri sat up and handed the tube to Sven. Sven squeezed out a generous portion onto his hands and rubbed them together, tossing the tube into the corner. He took his palms over Demitri's penis and lathered it up. Demitri thrust his hips up under the powerful hands. "Let me in you!" He said with an air of command. Sven turned around and bent over on all fours. Demitri moved up and mounted him. He paused for a moment with his penis quivering in lube before he slowly glided into Svens tight asshole. "oooo ???? ??????? ????????? ??????????." Demitri nearly howled.
"What?" Melissa looked puzzled at what had just been yelled.
"He says my ass is tight!" Sven gritted out as Demitri pulsed into his hips. Sven stared straight ahead in a look that was a mixture of startled pleasure as Demitri slid easily in and out of the back of Svens cheeks, or at least at first. Then Demitri opened his eyes and grinned. He began seriously ramming Sven.
"The girlz ask vor ard? I geeve dem ard." he said. The sound of Demitri's hips slapping against Svens hips was loud and strangely hypnotic in the girl's ears. Soon he was ramming and recoiling so hard his phallus would be pulled almost all the way out before being torpedoed back in. With each thrust Sven gave a little cry that was something of a whimper, something of a coo. "? ????????? ????????? ???? ????????? ???? ????????!" He cried as he shuddered hard into the tiger's rear. Svens face opened wide and for a moment, he was the embodiment of "la petite morte" as his white cum shot over the bed sheets in front of him before they both collapsed on each other gasping.
Sven called sleepily from under "Thank you girls...enjoy the party, if you show that invitation to any of the dealers downstairs, they'll give a hit of anything you two'd like tonight.
Both girls were staring wide eyed and it was a moment before it registered with either one of them that they'd been dismissed. They both got up and started giggling as they moved for the door. Behind them they heard "???????????? ?? ????, ????? ????????? ?????? ??-??????????."
Which was followed by "I'm not going back to Russia, we've been through this." as the door closed behind them, and opened back out to the techno on the dance floor below them. The girls then went down the stairs into the party below them as Eileen pulled out her glowstics, snapped and handed two to Melissa.
Melissa slipped them into the collar of the suit and cupped a hand to Eileen's ear to say "Let's get high!" over the gabber selection made by the DJ.
Eileen nodded and the two made their way to a smart bar lit up in a corner. It was being tended by a chipmunk teenage guy done up in full leather biker gear. After squeezing through a couple collies wearing only fishnet and more fishnet, she slapped the card down on the table and yelled "4 hits of x and 2 drops of acid!"
The Chipmunk picked up the card, and held it under a black light for a moment. Eileen looked over the counter in time to notice two more mushrooms were glowing on both sides next to the one she could see normally. The chipmunk nodded and reached under the counter. He produced two small sheets of paper wrapped in clear plastic card packets and 4 purple tablets. He placed them in her hand along with the card. She handed to of the tablets and a plastic packet to Melissa.
Melissa tore open the packet, balled up the wad and slipped it down her throat. She took the two pills, placed them in the plastic, and slid them into her hair bun. Eileen tucked the acid hit into her skirt. She then realized she'd nothing to swallow these with, went back to the bar and got a couple of Bawls. She handed one to Melissa, opened her own and took the two hits of X with the caffeine laden drink. "Mmm... I think this stuff might be real X." She said to herself.
Melissa took her hand "Let's go dance!" and rushed her onto the mass that seethed before them.
It was not long before the heat and friction drenched her in sweat. She was sure someone was not only grabbing her ass, but holding on. She didn't care. The X was kicking in. Out of sheer curiosity she turned around to find that somehow Melissa had gotten behind her and was holding on with an expression that seemed to imply it was for dear life she clenched. "Melissa?" She asked with a bit of concern.
Melissa hugged her tight "Bad trip! I'm having a bad trip!"
"Aw, okay, we'll get you home honey, just hang tight." Eileen grabbed her hands where they were wrapped and began to try and move out of the throng before trying to make the door.
"No, don't, I'll be cool here soon, just, don't leave me." Melissa said softly into Eileen's short furred ears.
"You sure? You don't need anything?" Eileen was all hearts and stars now.
"Just, keep dancing. Keep dancing like nothings wrong and I'll be fine." She spoke. Eileen could barely hear her, but began undulating to the beat against the raccoons breasts.
After about half an hour (or as Eileen would note, the song ended) Melissa's grip loosened. "Feeling better?" Eileen asked.
"A little. I think I'll be able to cope. But keep here, please?" Eileen tightened for a moment in assurance and kept on to her.
"Take the X. It'll probably help you feel a little better." She said after a while more. Melissa had been nursing her Bawls and had plenty left to take the hits. She pulled the pack out from the bun and shook the pills right out into her mouth. A swig on the blue bottle washed them down.
Soon the dancing grew more comfortable and the two were enjoying themselves. The drugs took over and the night was theirs as they danced to the thrum. Lights of every possible color played over them breaking the otherwise dark warehouse. A thin haze had settled over the crowd as the smell of Ganja settled over everyone, and with it, a general feeling of togetherness settled over the crowd.
Right up until the DJ started frantically yelling into the PA that the police were coming.
He calmly directed them to leave the building and that he hoped that they had had a good night. The party goers were all of course stoned out of their minds, so they were able to leave fairly civil and swift. Eileen and Melissa had somehow managed to drift fairly close to the door and as such exited quickly.
"You good to drive?" Melissa asked of her feline companion for the night.
"No, but if we do this right all the police will be here anyway. And they'll miss us completely." Eileen replied. Melissa giggled at this.
They made their way to the Beetle and settled in as Eileen slowly drove out of the quickly vacating lot. From there they turned on the radio to some nu jazz station and progressed into the night. A single police cruiser passed them on their way out of the district, but didn't harass them. Eileen said a silent prayer for Demitri and hoped he'd gotten that lithe Russian tail out with his tiger lover.
They drove back in silence mostly. The two were calm and there seemed to be electricity to the air that charged but relaxed them. Both had light smiles on their faces. Melissa had her eyes closed, but didn't sleep. The high powered caffeine boost would buffet her for the night if she let it.
Finally they pulled up to Eileen's apartment complex. She parked and they both got out as if this were some prearranged meeting. In truth they had both felt the urge to do this since Demitri. Eileen's comforting during the bad trip had only amplified the longing they had for each other and now they walked in silence up the stairs. Eileen unlocked her door and kicked off her shoes as Melissa followed in behind her.
Melissa turned to say something but was rendered silent by two molten gold eyes that pleaded for attention. She tried to pick up again "I'm going to go take a shower..."
"I want you now, as you are, hot and slick."
It was just enough.
Eileen took Melissa by the arms and swung her into the entry way hall. Eileen was a little shorter than Melissa, so she had to stand on her toes when she stared straight at her. Melissa let out a small "eep" as Eileen pressed her lips to Melissa's. The tiny scream became a moan of pleasure. Melissa slipped her hands around the small of the feline's back, around tail and down the curve of her butt. Eileen placed a hand lightly on a breast. The kiss broke for a moment. "Bed!" Melissa gasped and turned away down the hall. Hand in hand they made it to the bedroom. The moon shone full in the two windows and illuminated the room with levels of blue and contrasted with deeper blacks. The girls didn't bother to turn the lights on as they flew into the bedroom and landed on the large bed. They both giggled as they looked at each other between the shadows. Melissa's fingers played a slow tune down the middle of Eileen's chest across the garment, down to her fuzzy belly, around her navel. Eileen stripped the top and skirt off and tossed them into some unseen corner of the room. Melissa pushed her down flat on the bed and rose to her knees. By the moon light she slowly pulled the suit, which shone aqua marine in Luna's embrace, around down her shoulders and slid it down her thighs. Her nipples were bastions of pink in the grey of her fur, erect and firm. Melissa lay intently down on her back waiting for the nights company to make her next move. Eileen flipped down next to her and raised her legs into the air, curving her feet and pronouncing well done toes. The suit slid up as she separated her legs until finally it hung off a foot which she craned over the bed and wiggled off. They both giggled again at the show. Eileen rolled directly on top of her and the red hair fell around their faces giving perfect tunnel vision in the low light into the others face. They kissed again as Eileen rubbed a leg up Melissa's calf. Melissa clenched Eileen's firm ass in both hands. She pressed their groins together and Eileen spasmed slightly as she gasped from the pressure suddenly exuded directly on her clitoris.
"You know what I want?" Eileen said with a grin.
"What?" Melissa returned the Cheshire impression.
"I wanna fuck hard. I wanna make Demitri and his pet jealous even now." Eileen said as she began to rub her hips against Melissa.
Melissa took Eileen in her arms and rolled her over again. She raised up on her knees and ran her hands up Eileen's body as she slid back down, ruffling the fur, massaging the breasts and letting them bounce to their original position, all the was up to her neck and then slipped back down as she raised back up. Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding their pink mounds against each other. Eileen arched her back up and her breaths came harried and stuttered. She rose to meet the dark glowing breasts of raccoon in the night. She grabbed one and squeezed as she bit the other lightly with sharpened feline teeth. Eileen's victim squeaked a bit in pain only for it to turn to a keen of sheer joy as Eileen tugged at it. From there Eileen looked up at Melissa as she squeezed the other breast in her hand and rubbed it in circles. Melissa seized Eileen just above her hips and began thrusting furiously as she felt her crotch grow inconceivably wet. "Ooo, more, more!" she moaned out. Eileen found it difficult to concentrate on anything above her pelvis as her hips lifted up to meet Melissa's at every thrust. Melissa was losing her mind as waves of sheer energy started to pulse over her. "Dear god! I can't take this!" She keened.
"I don't think I can stand this much more either! I think, I think I'm coming!" Eileen managed through grit teeth. Melissa grabbed Eileen and rolled her to the other side of the bed on top of the raccoon as she slid her hands back to the feline ass and tried desperately to hold it against her throbbing core. In moments Eileen was bucking on top of her as Melissa writhed and shuddered. They screamed in tandem as Eileen's juices surged out of her in a quick and large burst.
"Oh, you creamed...! That's interesting. I think I'll try that again." Melissa said with a wry smile as she stopped only for a moment to catch her breath.
"Oh no no no please!" Eileen spoke hurriedly. Melissa paid no heed. She crouched down and wiggled herself between Eileen's legs. Her slender tongue traced around at the edges of Eileen's inner thigh sampling the flavor, a sweet and heady scent. Eileen's protest had degenerated into breaths of almost voiceless pleasure. Her body reacted as if shocked as Melissa struck deep into her hole and filled it with her tongue as deep as it would go, altering it's width inside her. She pulled it out and up across Eileen's clitoris and the hips were difficult to hold onto under Melissa's grasp. She nuzzled the lips as she dove in her tongue, proboscis like back in to Eileen's sweet core. It writhed inside and Eileen seemed to feel every minute movement and shiver inside her, stimulating all the way up to her breasts, lighting each neuron in between with seemingly endless watts of power
"Again! It's happening again!" Melissa pulled her tongue out as hard as she could against the roof of the vagina. She lapped a few times, seemingly cleaning with instincts long forgotten by her conscious mind. She lifted up Eileen's right leg and thrust her hips against the calf and moved down, generating as much friction as she could as their labia's met, skidded over each other passed back down and came back up to the base of her calf as she made love to as much of this precious orange and red body as she could. The entire center line of her body rubbed against Eileen's leg. She tickled the foot with flicks of her tongue and rubbed between her breasts. "My gawd!" Eileen choked out nearly sobbing with the feeling of it all. The juices caught Melissa's center just right and flowed hard right into her. The sensation was entirely new and wondrous as Melissa felt temporarily filled with Eileen's essence. Her eyes dilated as she realized what was happening just in time for the nuclear blast set off deep inside her to catch up and completely blank her over. She fell back at the sensory overload and her head landed on the corner of the mattress.
They lay there breathing hard for a good while, legs still entwined. Eventually Eileen somehow slithered down to Melissa and set her head on a soft breast and closed her eyes. "Still with me Mel?"
Melissa's response was simply a moderately high pitched note of sheer contentedness. Eileen put an arm across her and lay there hot but content. After a couple minutes Melissa rolled on her side and embraced the girl next to her. As Eileen drifted off deep she thought hazily that Melissa was most definitely the one she should have taken.