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Amber's 69 First Dates

Part 7 - The Slumber Party

by

Dissident Love

Copyright

December 2012

All characters contained herein are

unfortunately fictional. Any resemblance

to any actual persons, living or dead,

would be fucking incredible, because

then it means I'm not completely insane.

Dear Diary,

I think I'm a whore.

I looked it up, and a whore used to mean a woman

who exchanges sexual favors for money, and I can be

honest with myself, I've never taken money, other

than letting someone else pay while we're out. I

think that's still allowed, you know?

But urbandictionary.com, and even the

Online Webster's Dictionary, which is all

reputable and shit, has additional definitions

that describe a whore as just a woman of loose

morals and open sexuality, which... might be me?

It links to slut and tramp, and those aren't

better, but these days there's all this

empowering feminist stuff about how acting

like a stereotypical male, IE banging anything

that moves, is a sign of feminine dominance

and is a thing to be cherished!

...

Diary, I just want to feel good, to love and be

loved. Nowhere in the definitions I found does

it mention getting in a three-way in a hot spring

while on vacation, other than in some cheezy porno.

So, what is this? Am I a whore? Tramp? Slut?

If I could pick one, I'd pick trollop. It makes me sound

like a spoonful of whipped cream. "Hello, my dear!

Lovely pie you have there. Would you like a trollop

with it?"

Oh yes!

"Oh no!"

"What?"

"My spit valve broke again!" Miradoro lowered the alto saxophone from her pouty lips, fiddling with the little latch on the side. "I just re-bonded this damn thing! Craptastic. Does anyone have a screwdriver?"

Purses and pockets were checked and fiddled with, and Amber was the only one to come up with something, her Leatherman Multitool. She passed it over to the frustrated mink, who opened it up and started examining the options. "Thanks. Do I want to know why you have this?"

Amber put her purse back on the ground. "It's got a million uses," she said primly. Truth be told, she needed it to adjust the clasps on her new restraints, which were tungsten-carbide and significantly less prone to wear and tear than her last pair. Her parents claimed that they had to take out a second mortgage to afford it, which she was almost positive was false, probably.

Cindy held aloft what looked like an oversized hooked knitting needle. "I got this, if that doesn't work!"

"And... what's that exactly?"

The voluminously buxom fox twisted in a fashion that, somehow, managed to present even more of her chest, shoved the strange tool behind her back and up under her sweater, and seemed to be scratching herself. "Bra hooks," she said proudly. "They come undone so easily."

"So I hear."

"Bitch."

"Tease."

"Trollop."

Amber just stuck her tongue out in response, but secretly she was pleased. Yay, she remembered, she thought with glee. The kitteh had enlisted her friend's help in getting 'trollop' once again into vogue. It certainly sounded classier than some of the graffiti that was beginning to seep into the girls' washrooms!

"If you two are done flirting," Miradoro said, folding up the Leatherman and bringing the saxophone back up.

"Never!" Cindy said, raising one dainty fist defiantly.

"Well, super. From the top?"

Amber raised her sticks, poised to... wait, really. Her part didn't come in until halfway through the song. Miradoro inhaled, the svelte mink looking as regal as she always did, nimble fingers at the ready. Page's heavy ursine paws hovered over the strings of his bass, and Micah's nimble little claws wriggled in anticipation over his guitar. Hamilton's hooves began to pound out the steady drum beat. All three boys, though, had their eyes locked firmly on Cindy's back as the vixen raised the violin up high, rested it fully atop one breast, cupped it with her chin, bow at the ready. "Hit it!" she said.

The Circe High Extracurricular Modern Rock Band had been practicing for several weeks, intermittently due to the constant inexplicable closures of certain parts of the school. The auxilliary band room had been adjacent to the art room, which was still having some wall repairs made, and moving onto the old-fashioned stage in the gymnasium had been short-lived, thanks to an undefined contamination that had apparently damaged the foundations. With options quickly running out, they were now forced to set up and play in the AP Science lab. Amber still felt a little guilty about that.

Hamilton, a surprisingly gifted drummer despite the generally poor rhythm of the equine race, launched into a short, furious solo that faded smoothly into a quick but mellow jazz beat, with Page thumping along entirely in dreary minors. A low, haunting saxophone slowly built in force, and a moment later Micah's guitar and Cindy's violin joined as one to play a surprisingly chipper lead. They liked to say they were inspired by Beck, Bauhaus and Biohazard, but that was mostly just for the laughs.

Amber watched Cindy play, impressed that the star cheerleader had kept up with violin after puberty had so potently gifted her with two immense... talents. It was a little funny to watch, considering the vast bulk she had to work around, but no-one could say the girl couldn't play. To add insult to injury, though, Cindy leaned forward, bringing her lips to the specially-cantilevered microphone stand, and began to sing.

"With your feet in the air, and your head on the ground," she breathed, raising the hairs on the back of Amber's neck. "Try this trick... and spin it... yeah..."

She sings. She plays violin. She's the head cheerleader. She's probably the prettiest girl in school, and she gets better grades than me, the kitteh thought a little sourly. And to boot, she doesn't need to get INSURANCE when she goes on dates!

She swayed along with the music, trying to dismiss the vixen's sexy, seductive voice and it's effect on the frustrated feline. Miradoro's alto saxophone was just there to counterpoint the selections of strings, and without being a straight-up jazz number it was hard to fit Amber's baritone saxophone in as well. For this particular song, though, Amber's xylophone was really just mimicking the ghostly falsetto background singers, and she thought it was a little superfluous.

But, a promise is a promise, and she had promised Cindy she would try out for the band, and for some reason, she was in. She had a bigger part in some of their other songs, but she could play 'Where Is My Mind?' with one hand quite literally tied behind her back.

That is, until the swaying hyper thumped her overloaded skirts against the xylophone, knocking it to the ground with an explosive, yet melodic, clatter of noise. Her ears shot up in startlement, then quickly drooped with embarrassment, almost covering her eyes.

"Crap," she muttered, bending down awkwardly, legs splayed, and trying to right the errant instrument. The rest of the band played along, and they were sympathetic to her plight, but she still felt like a bit of a fifth wheel. Seventh string. Second bass. Whatever was the appropriate musical metaphor.

"S'okay, just keep going," Micah said, careful to keep his eyes above the waistline.

"I know, I know," Amber said, chewing her lip as she fiddled with the xylophone's cheap aluminum legs, trying to widen it and make it more stable. "Don't mind me, just trashing the place." She got everything back in place in time for her little solo, ears still folded down, wondering what the performance that Saturday night was going to be like.

The band's debut was set for the Crimbo Carollers Concert, where they would play last. They still hadn't settled on a name, either, so the posters just said 'And An Exciting New Musical Act!' Page was pitching 'The Rude Noise', after his favorite cartoon, while Hamilton was trying to convince them that 'Friendship Is Magic' was hip enough to pull off. Miradoro kept giggling when she suggested 'Nine Inch Snails', Micah wanted to call themselves 'Faith And Mope', and Cindy...

... and Cindy, bless her well-meaning but wildly inappropriate heart, wanted to name the band 'Fwoomp'. She even had shirts made up, at her own expense, though she was still the only one to actually wear one, and with her magnificent bustline the letters were stretched to more than eighteen inches tall. You could read her shirt clear across the other side of the football field.

Amber's xylophone carried the song to it's end, and she had to admit, it did sound pretty good. It wasn't their closer, but it had the most change-ups and so made good practice for everyone else. There were claps and whistles and muted whoops from the rest of the band, but Amber just lowered her head and sighed. "Sounds good," she said, putting her sticks down.

"No sudden xylophone solos next time, ok, girl?" Cindy grinned, patting the kitteh on the back. "Try to go for more of a side-to-side motion when you dance. No pelvic thrusting. And you are still free to ACTUALLY use your voice, you know."

One ear went up, the other stayed down, and Amber just sighed. "I'll keep that in mind," she said, baring her teeth slightly through her smile. "Just so long as we close with a good sax number, I'm sweet. Still closing with 'Back To School'?"

"Truck yeah!" Hamilton bellowed, nearly knocking Micah over. The whiplike body of the black jaguar quivered, and he inched away from the percussion section. Amber smiled slightly to herself, remembering that day months before, under the bleachers. They hadn't talked much since then, but they had agreed that they were still friends, something had happened, and it wasn't likely to happen again.

"Well... good," she said, plucking at some invisible threads on her skirt. "Wanna run through it one more time?"

"No, we got it," Cindy said airily, bending over awkwardly and carefully packing up her violin.

Amber cocked her head. "You sure? It's a hell of a tune. A bit fancier than 'Around The Fur', you know. The bary part's pretty simple, but you-"

"Ambs, we got it, ok?"

The kitteh looked from the boys, who were carefully inspecting their instruments and not meeting her gaze, to Miradoro, who just shrugged and pointed to self-appointed band-leader Cindy. "Fine, whatever," she said, grabbing the xylophone and hauling it over to it's case in the corner. "Final run-through before the concert tomorrow, right?"

"Right!" everyone agreed, packing up their own equipment. It was nearing five-thirty, and no-one wanted to waste a perfectly good Friday night hanging out in the AP Science Lab. Amber folded up the legs of the xylophone and nestled it into it's hardcase, snapping it shut next to her baritone saxophone. She'd planned on being the funky soul of the band, but with the recent addition of the slightly more versatile Miradoro and her alto, they'd had to find other places for her to fit in, musically speaking.

Hamilton was shoving his drum kit into the corner, where he'd managed to make a little storage space for himself, rather than constantly hauling them across the school. Page and Micah slung their guitar cases over their shoulders, the goth jaguar's bass nearly as large as he was. "Walk with ya?" the big bear asked gruffly, and Micah just nodded.

Amber watched them go, pleased that the she hadn't completely ruined the black feline, size-wise. In fact, as much as she beat herself up about it, her past lovers had all recovered remarkably well. That was something to be glad about, wasn't it?

She stood up, easily hefting the xylophone case and the huge saxophone. Her strength had increased tremendously these past few weeks, to the point where she actually snuck into the school gym after-hours to use the various weight machines. A quick search online confirmed that, yes, most people could not bench press four hundred percent of their own bodyweight; chalk up another benefit of being a hyper, she figured. Her slender arms didn't even look like they could lift anything larger than a can of pop.

"Cindy, meetcha out front?" she asked, heading for the music room.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world!" Cindy called. "Miradoro's gonna walk with us, too, that ok?"

"Of course!" As much as she'd tried, Amber and Miradoro had never really bonded. The mink was drop-dead gorgeous, and Amber tried to tell herself there was no point in being competitive, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Miradoro was, if not exactly resentful of Amber's endowments, at least annoyed by them. She seemed similarly frustrated by Cindy's chest, but the fox's natural charm blew right through any resistance. Miradoro waved as Amber was leaving, and the kitteh waved back, nearly knocking herself out with the saxophone case.

Mink and fox tried to cover their smirking grins as Amber rubbed her forehead. "Er... I meant to do that," she said, more embarrassed than injured.

"Then it was amazing," Cindy giggled, struggling to keep her voice level.

Amber wandered through the deserted halls, skirts flapping around her. School had been out for hours, and except for Mr. Stachowski she was pretty sure the whole place had cleared out. She entered Corridor D, the short but wide hall that serviced the music rooms, the art rooms and the theatre entrance, and stopped dead when she saw the banner hanging at the far end. How the hell did I not see that earlier?! she thought angrily.

THIS SATURDAY ONLY!

FWOOMP!

feat. AMBER O'MALLEY!

"And that was when she killed her best friend, Your Honor," she muttered to herself, noticing the distinctive hand-painted motif of the banner. Cindy's ability to churn out signs and posters was legendary. "Suffocated her with her own breasts. It was a tragic, senseless death."

She dropped the xylophone off in the music room with a floor-rattling thump, and backtracked to stuff her sax into her locker. It was a tight squeeze, but then again, what wasn't these days? Mr Stachowski's vigilance was paying off, she was pleased to discover: whatever new specially-designed anti-graffiti paint he had used on her locker was indeed keeping it free from unwanted messages, but the ever-resourceful and not-hint-taking populace of the school found other outlets. The lockers to either side of her own now read 'Fill Up At Rear' and 'Caution: High Pressure Zone'.

"I'm sure that'll wash right off," she chuckled, grabbing her coat and backpack, slamming her own spotless locker shut and traipsing off, as much as the medicine-ball-like bulk against her thighs let her traipse, whistling 'Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life'.

Out front she found Cindy and Miradoro waiting for her, each one carrying their little black cases. "You look like my Mafia enforcers," Amber said, skipping down the steps. Cindy's coat, of course, didn't even try to begin keeping her torso covered, while Miradoro looked Hollywood-stylish in a black peacoat and knee-high black boots. Glamorous bitch, Amber thought, a little ashamed at the jealousy.

When she got close enough, smile locked firmly in place, she hauled back and kicked the vixen in the shins.

"OW!"

"FWOOMP?!"

Cindy, still hopping on one foot in a manner that was very hard to ignore, glanced to either side. "Amber, we're in public!"

"The poster! The band!" Miradoro had taken a step back, a little frightened of the fierce kitteh. "When did you put those up?!"

"Uhm... yesterday," the buxom fox said. "I arranged to have them taken down before first period and last period, so you wouldn't see them, but I guess they got put back up. Uh... surprise?"

Amber glared, which was quite effective considering the size of her eyes, but in the end she just had to sigh and run her fingers back through her flowing blonde hair. "It was the best name," she agreed sullenly. "Seriously, 'Friendship Is Magic'?"

The three girls shared a laugh, and Cindy ruffled Amber's hair. "Look, someone had to make a decision, and I just figured that it should be me, since... I should be in charge of everything everywhere forever."

"Sensible plan," Miradoro said, tapping her teeth with an immaculately manicured claw.

"But did you need to say 'Featuring Amber O'Malley'? There's six people in the band, and I'm pretty sure you all are more prominent than me." She glanced at Miradoro's slender, unassuming frame, and then down at her own skirts that completely blocked any possibility of seeing her own toes. "Musically, I mean."

"You're a big draw!"

"That's what you said about the Fall Bazaar, and that ended a little... weird..."

"Oh, please, Mr. Carmichael was back at work in like, what, a week? Sure, we still can't use the gym..."

Miradoro's eyes widened. "That was you?!"

Cindy and Amber looked at the shocked mink, then at each other, and then burst out laughing. "Oh, Mira," the giggling fox snorted, arms wrapped around her breasts to keep them from bouncing out of control, "you really, really don't listen to the gossip too much, do you?"

"I do! I mean... well... I thought... the whole gym?!"

Amber was chortling a little bit, having gotten quite used to the infamy of being the school's only hyper-herm, but Cindy looked in danger of pulling a muscle from the hilarity. "I did apologize in the school paper. Anonymously," she said, shuffling her paws.

"And everyone... everyone cut the apology out..." Cindy was struggling to say, wheezing through her glee, "and superglued... superglued them to her locker..."

Miradoro's eyes widened, and to her credit she only glanced down at Amber's overloaded skirts once. "Goodness," she said, smiling her small, inscrutable smile, "you're quite the girl! Ooh, should I say grrl? I think I saw that used a few times in the bathroom scribblings..."

The kitteh just sighed. "Grrl is fine," she said, shouldering her backpack. "Look, can we go? I'm freezing my tail off."

Winter had kept its distance from Circe, but the temperature had dropped well below freezing and stayed there regardless of the lack of snow. Amber's legs were clad in thick woolens, which were fortunately big and stretchy enough to keep her more tender portions warm and cozy. It also helped serve to mute the shapes below, just enough to cut down on some of the staring.

The three girls started to walk, Amber's hips swaying seductively due to her extra mass, Cindy walking ramrod-straight with both hands behind her back to counterbalance, and Miradoro stepping as though she were on a fashion-show catwalk, which described rather well how she seemed to approach everything in life.

For a while they just talked about school, discussing the unfair amounts of homework that always got handed out right before Crimbo, the interim English assignments they'd all been handed during Mr. Carmichael's absence, and the latest Power Ranger series to hit the airwaves. The addition of the herm Purple Ranger had not gone over well with parents' groups, but it was still proving to be a surprisingly popular show.

"I still don't think that much spandex is a good idea," Amber was saying. "I mean, the Purple Ranger isn't even all that big, but you can still basically SEE... uhm... everything."

"You just wish you could do flying cartwheels like her!" Cindy chided.

"Mostly I wish I had a big-ass sword I could bring to school," she grinned.

"Well, technically..."

"CINDY!"

For a moment, Amber wondered if she had suddenly become good at ventriloquism, but no, that horrified response had come from Miradoro's lips. The kitteh looked at the exquisite mink, who had one paw bashfully across her dainty muzzle. "Sorry," she squeaked.

Amber just patted the mink on the shoulder. "It's ok, we do this all the time."

"But it's rude to talk about a person's... parts," Miradoro said, a little uncomfortably.

Again, Amber and Cindy exchanged a long, knowing look. "Mira, when you look like us," Cindy said patiently, "there's really only two options: pretend you're perfectly normal while knowing full well you're not, or accept that you're not normal and there's nothing wrong with that. Me and Sack Full Of Love over here-"

"HEY!"

"-prefer the latter choice."

Amber had actually been the one to come up with the nickname Sack Full Of Love, after seeing a particularly poorly-thought-out Crimbo poster, but it seemed a little much to spring on the mink so early into their friendship. "Just go with whatever you're comfortable with," she said with a small smile. "If you don't want to call me or Farmer Brown's Melons-"

"HEY!"

"-silly names, or draw attention to anything, don't. We're still people."

The mink nodded thoughtfully. "I guess," she said eventually. "It's just... I don't know. It seems crass."

Amber smiled and gave Miradoro a little side-hug, careful to keep her skirts away from the mink's hips. "The fact that you even think about our feelings makes me so, so happy right now," she said. "You're miles ahead of the rest of the school!"

"Thanks," she blushed, inching slowly away when she was released but finding her path blocked on the otherside by Cindy's flanking maneuver. The three girls walked shoulder-to-shoulder down the sidewalk, although due to the breadth of her bosom Cindy was also walking in front of Miradoro, as well. "So... what are you doing this weekend?"

"We're partying because Cindy got dumped."

"AMBER!" Cindy yipped indignantly.

"What? You did!"

"Yeah, but... don't phrase it like that."

"How do you want me to phrase it? You were two-timing a football player and a basketball player, and you didn't feel like putting on your big-girl panties and making a decision?"

Cindy's face darkened like a thundercloud, her vulpine tail lashing. "That's... not an improvement..." she muttered.

Amber just shrugged, enjoying the shocked expression on the mink's face. "Anyways, that's what we're up to: commiseration in the form of terrible movies, ice cream and nachos. Preferably all three at the same time."

Cindy mumbled something about being too much girl for one boy, and Miradoro tried to cover it up. "Commiseration? You're also... not seeing anyone?" It became obvious that halfway through the sentence she knew it was a bad idea.

"Not at the moment," Amber said with a touch of sadness. "I've... well, actually, I've gone on a couple dates recently that went pretty good by my standards. No, uh... you know, no property damage."

Truth be told, Amber had gone on a date with a cute little wolf in her art class that had not progressed beyond simple hand-holding, and she had gone out twice with Curly. They had gotten along quite well, and on their second date night out together he had gotten his hooves on her body once again, but it just hadn't felt... right.

"See," Amber explained to the shocked Miradoro, the mink's eyes widening like dinner plates, "I've finally gotten some specially-formulated lotion, and it keeps things pretty well under control, you know? And we were fooling around, and it was a lot of fun, and he was super-sweet, but he said he wasn't ready to go all the way with me just yet, and I guess we'd gotten to be good friends over the last couple weeks. Too good to ruin with... you know, all this. I saw him in the hallway today holding hands with Chelsea! Good for him, right? He should be with someone like that. I'm happy for them. Really."

"Amber, you're babbling again."

"NO I'M NOT!" she said hotly, knowing full well she was. "I'm... ok, the truth? That's why I'm commiserating. Cindy got double-dumped, and I got double-rebounded. Curly's got a girlfriend now, Luis has a girlfriend now, Micah's got a boyfriend, Alex has sworn off dating... it's just... I guess..."

Miradoro just nodded. "You are like great mountains."

"Thanks!" Cindy said.

"Uh... thanks?" Amber added.

The mink smiled. "What I mean, is... the great mountains of the world. They are difficult to reach, they are inhospitable and they are dangerous, but they will be climbed, year after year, by those willing to take the risk. But how many people go back and climb the same mountain again? People climb the mountains for excitement... but they live where it is familiar."

They walked on in silence for nearly a full block, Cindy humming to herself while Amber tried to figure out of she was being made fun of or not. "I want to make a crack about big boulders crushing people's houses," she said at last, hugging herself to ward off the chill wind, "but I don't know if that's making me feel worse."

She squeaked when Miradoro snaked her long, slender arms around hers and Cindy's shoulders. "You two, right now, are great mountains, surrounded by mountain climbers. They are young, and hormonal, and are only interested in one thing. Or two or three things," she amended, gazing openly at their bodies. "And right now, where you are, no-one wants to live on the mountain."

"You're a real live wire, you know that? Regular firecracker," Amber said, trying to keep her voice level.

"If you would let me finish," Miradoro said, giving them each another little squeeze. "But mountains... mountains are big and peaceful. They endure. They are strong, and some people will be attracted to the strength, not the glory. Do you know who live on mountains?"

Amber chewed her lip. "Mail bombers? Hermits? Aliens?"

"Wise people."

She nodded slowly. "Does than mean I'm going to marry someone who's, like, wicked old and has a crazy beard?"

Cindy mocked horror. "I don't want to marry creepy old beardy men!"

"Me either!"

Miradoro growled, sliding her arms up and encircling their necks, giving them a playful shake. "That's probably not entirely necessary," she giggled. "But... just don't get too disheartened, all right? I have no trouble attracting people, perhaps only slightly less so than yourselves. There's many people out there who'd love to have what you have, even if only for a little while."

"Technically, they have..." Amber said, grinning like a shark.

"AMBER!"

"CINDY!"

The two friends winked at each other, enjoying Miradoro's expression. "You two are a little weird, you know that?"

Amber pumped the air with her first. "Victory! She thinks we're weird! Our plan is coming to fruition!"

"Yay! I love fruition!" Cindy snorted, leaning against the startled mink. "That means, like, melons, right?"

"Absolutely! COMPLETE melons!" Amber and Cindy each leaned a little more heavily against the mink's shoulders, giving her perhaps a little more warmth than she needed.

"..." Miradoro managed, jaw working soundlessly.

Cindy inhaled, bringing even more of her immense curves against to bear against the mink, and due to Miradoro's slender body, against Amber as well. "What do you think, Comrade Amber? Has the socialist scum endured enough torture?"

"Nyet! I think she needs... the fluffy pillows!"

"On three?"

"Right! One..."

"Two..."

Miradoro raised one little paw. "What does-" she started to ask.

"THREE!"

Amber and Cindy spun and locked arms, as much as they were able to, smushing the mink in between their overly prodigous assets. Amber felt her restraints digging in, her lotion having mostly worn off by this time of day, as the warm, yielding contact tugged at her hormones in ways her conscious mind could not ignore. Fortunately for her, or perhaps just quick-thinking, the mink turned to face Amber, perhaps the only thing that saved her from a slow suffocation by Cindy's sweater.

Cindy was the first one to break, collapsing to the ground, wracked by gales of laughter. Miradoro, freed from her strange prison, staggered to the side, managing to make it to someone's lawn before her legs gave out, while Amber, used to maintaining her balance under the most difficult of circumstances, just planted her feet and snickered to herself.

It took some time to get themselves under control, several passerby either slowing down to take in the sight of the hysterical schoolgirls or speeding up to get beyond them without incident. "It's hard to believe people think you two aren't perfectly normal," Miradoro said when she caught her breath, more than a little flustered from the overtly intimate, if fully clothed, contact.

"Bah, we're as normal as ice cream and nachos," Amber grinned, helping Cindy up; the topheavy fox sometimes had trouble getting to her feet. "Regret joining the band yet?"

"Not at all! Though now I regret living on the same street as you, Cindy, if this is what I'm going to have to go through every day."

"Just whenever she gets dumped," Amber grinned.

"Every other day, then."

"MIRA!"

Amber patted the mink on the shoulder. "You'll fit right in."

---

An hour later and they had dropped Miradoro off at home, swung by Cindy's house to drop her backpack off, stopped by Amber's house to swap out her schoolbooks for more essential equipment, and were slowly making their way back to the fox's home, with one more stop on the way.

"I still don't see why we have to use our feet like suckers," Amber said, tugging her coat ever tighter around her. "Seriously, is your car ever getting fixed?"

Cindy nodded, apparently unconcerned by the cold despite her coat coming absolutely nowhere near keeping her upper body covered. "Yeah, like... sometime. Look, my parents are paying for it, and they're using my Uncle Rudolpho, and he's not exactly... the fastest in the world, you know?"

"But he's cheap, I'm guessing?"

"I think he works for beer."

Amber inched closer, sharp feline teeth chattering. "Want me to go convince him to go faster? I can't keep doing this. I've got very poor insulation. Cats spend all their time trying to get warm, not galavanting around in sub-zero temperatures."

"Oh, it's not sub-zero."

"If we were Canadian, it would be."

"Well, it's a good thing we're not!"

"Eh! Fuck you, buddy!" Amber grinned, her arm eventually rubbing up against Cindy's, though she tried to be careful to stay half a step behind lest she run into the outermost swells of the vixen's bosom. "What the crapping crap, Cindy? Why aren't you cold?"

Cindy reached up and very unabashedly hefted her spectacular swells, nearly losing her muzzle in the overstretched neckline. "They're like nuclear reactors, or something. Seriously, I don't even feel the cold. What about you? Maybe if you let yourself get a little bit bigger, you could be nice and toasty like me!"

Amber winced, one claw scratching at where her restraints were digging into her hip. "Gods, not any bigger. I've had to move up to the XL sizing, and that's just at my baseline. Plus, there's the weight... and density... and... why are you staring at me like that?"

Cindy blinked and shook her head, focusing on the sidewalk again, or what of it she could see. "Nothing, just... you're growing up so fast. I've mostly stopped, I think, or at least mine isn't nearly so impressive anymore. I go up another cup size, you can't even tell. But you, you've gotten bigger just since school started, and not even a little bigger! You're like... damn!"

"Thanks, Cindy, real sensitive," Amber said, slouching her shoulders and moving a short distance away from her foxy wind break. "Not exactly thrilled to be the Incredible Growing Herm over here."

"Oh, sweetie," the fox said, eyebrows drawn together with concern, "you know I mean it in a good way. You're incredible, you know that? Sure, a chest like mine is kind of sweet and everything, but there's doctors that can do this for anyone these days. Remember Hella Kay? I showed you her website?"

The kitteh smiled slightly. "Yeah. She's got you beat, hands DOWN."

"Yeah! Nothing but silicone foam implants, though. And she's going BIGGER. There's girls like me out there, and there's more all the time, but you... you're the real deal, babe. You're a real hyper, and that can't be faked."

Amber padded a little closer. "You mean that?"

"Fuck, yes! Look, people know we're friends, and they're STILL asking me about you!"

Amber laughed out loud at that. "Are you serious? People ask me about YOU! 'Oh, Amber, you know Cindy, right? What's her favorite color? What sort of flowers does she like?' Gah, I get sick of it!"

"'Oh, Cindy, you know Amber, right? What sort of panties does she wear? Does she only like little butts?'"

"They don't ask you that!"

"They DO! Paw to God! One boy asked me what your favorite font was, for a love note he was writing. I told him Papyrus."

"I HATE Papyrus!"

"I KNOW!"

Their brief argument forgotten, as were the million before it, the girls turned onto Cherry Street, crossed the litter-festooned parking lot and entered the automatic double doors of the Hub. There was a gust of wind as the interior briefly depressurized, and then they were blissfully within the well-heated junk-food-scented womb of the world's greatest corner store.

"Hey, Roofie!" Amber waved.

The huge, shaggy Newf behind the counter smiled and waved back, but quickly turned his attention back to the skateboarding magazine he was reading. "Hey, Amber. Nacho run?"

"You know it. And some other stuff. Big night tonight."

"Date?"

"Hell no."

"Rock on, then," he chuckled. Amber started to head for the nacho machine, but decided that balancing the delicacy while shopping for the rest of their supplies would be too difficult, so she started with the ice-cream cooler.

Cindy, meanwhile, sauntered over to the counter, the tall fox being particularly well-built to saunter. "Hey, Roofie," she said familiarly, not knowing just how close Amber and the store clerk had gotten in recent weeks. "Busy night?"

He glanced at her, took her all in, and then went back to his magazine. "Not especially. You two up to no good?"

"Always," she purred, bumping up against the counter, breasts overflowing onto the lottery ticket display. When this proved to elicit no reaction from the big hound, she frowned. Funny, that usually works! "Don't suppose you keep the Playkittens back there, do you?"

"Nope," he said, chewing a pepperoni stick. "Can't sell them to you. Underaged."

She stomped one paw prettily, a move calculated to cause maximum bounce. Cindy was almost seasick from the rocking motions of her sweater, but once again, Rufus didn't even seem to notice. "I'm not underage, I'm sixteen!"

"Right, and you're under the age where I'm allowed to sell them to you, hence the expression 'underage'. If you were over the age I was allowed to sell them to you..."

"Yes, yes," she said testily.

"... then you would be 'overage', which would be perfectly fine," he finished blandly, turning the page in his magazine. "So you can come back in, what, a year and a half? Two years?"

"Bite me."

"Nope. Can't bite you. Underaged."

Amber rounded the end of the aisle, one arm keeping two pints of ice cream and several bags of chips pinned, the other squeezing a couple large bottles of cola and a platter of nachos. Clenched between her fangs was a super jumbo bag of Skittles. She saw Cindy trying to work her wiles on Roofie, and grinned.

Roofie, bless his heart, really did like Cindy, but the huge hound, closer to thirty than twenty, had many years of practice in not acting like a hormonally-crazed teenager. Rufus and Amber had bonded many times over late-night nacho runs, the young kitteh helping him clean the Hub after-hours, and sometimes even helping him to open on the weekends. He knew all about her condition, having witnessed it first-hand, and she knew all about his own size-related problems, and strangely enough, this formed the basis of a friendship that had never once crossed the boundary into a physical relationship, except the occasional held hand or quick smooch goodnight.

Amber had even gone on shopping excursions with him, the two hypers piling into Roofie's aging van and trundling off to the big city to hit the major outlets. Being a taur, and an almost ridiculously shaggy one at that, he didn't need many clothes, but it was still nice to get a male's opinion now and then. Taking Cindy shopping was like taking along the host of every fashion-related reality show on television, without the ability to hit the Mute button.

Right now, Cindy was trying to get the indifferent hound to sell her some Cherrillos, flavored cigarillos that were obviously aimed at younger smokers despite the age requirements. Even at full inhalation, batting her eyelashes and being as sweet as she could, which was considerably, he wouldn't budge. Amber rolled her eyes and started to head to the front with her purchases, but out of the corner of her eye she spotted a security camera.

She looked around and found two more, but they weren't aimed her way. Very carefully kneeling, legs splayed around her tightly-restrained mounds, she deposited most of the junk food on the ground, stood up and waved at the nearest camera, keeping one eye on Roofie.

It took a second, but eventually he looked up at one of the security monitors behind the counter, and saw Amber waving. He cocked his head slightly, but otherwise made no motion. "Good," Amber whispered, "don't let on."

Slowly, deliberately, she picked up two huge bags of White Cheese Popcorn, and slipped them under her sweater. She patted them into place slightly, two oddly lumpy but still quite large bulges under her top, and saw Roofie's big muzzle split into a grin.

Cindy saw the smile, and thought that she was finally making some progress. "Look, we're not going to turn into phlegm-hawking old bikers from a couple Cherrillos, we just want to light up on the way home, 'kay?"

On the security camera, Amber was arching her back, pouting her lips and miming leaning over a counter, putting her popcorn-bag bosom on full display. Roofie snorted, trying hard not to laugh while watching the pantomime on the screen. "I know, but rules are rules. I don't need to get fined because you wanted to taste flavor country."

Amber was now fanning herself with one paw and pretending to smoke a Pixi Stik, blowing invisible smoke rings. Roofie's shoulders were shaking with the effort of not laughing, but with heroic resolve he managed to get himself under control. Deciding to break out the big gun, as it were, she put the Pixi Stik back, grabbed one of the two liter bottles of cola, and positioned the base against her massively well-filled skirts, giving it a few casual strokes.

Rufus nearly choked on his pepperoni stick, and Cindy finally realized that something was going on. She spun around just as Amber was hastily taking out the second popcorn bag. "What the... what's going on back there?!"

"Nothing! I tripped!" Amber giggled, almost a squeal by the end as her composure slipped. "I... just... wanted... to hug... the popcorn..."

Cindy just glared while Amber scooped up all the purchases again. "Are you two making fun of me?"

"No!" they replied in unison, shocked expressions looking like they were printed at the same factory. Amber unloaded everything onto the counter and reached into her backpack, fishing around for her wallet.

"Bah, whatever. Here, gimme that," Cindy grunted, snatching the backpack off Amber's shoulders and loading it up with the junk food as fast as Roofie could scan it in. "You're paying for it tonight, I just hope you know that."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You're too broken up about your boyfriends to have to pay for this, sweetie."

"They weren't my boyfriends! Not... you know, technically."

Amber went back to grab the Skittles where she'd been forced to drop them, and came back as Roofie was scanning the last of the other items. "That's probably it for tonight. Oh, wait, do you have this month's Playkitten back there?"

"You're meowing up the wrong tree, I already tried-" Cindy said, but her jaw dropped when Roofie produced it, scanning it and handing it off to the vixen. On the cover, sprawled across the hood of a very expensive red car was a lithe, muscular elk with an impressive rack of antlers and a tiny black Speedo that left very, very little to the imagination. "Ohm. Well. Uhm... hey, why does SHE get porn and not ME?"

Roofie just shrugged. "She asked nicely."

"Damn straight. Gimme some Cherrillos, too, 'kay?"

"'kay."

"HEY!"

Two tiny foil-wrapped tubes were scanned and tossed into the backpack, which Amber doubted they'd be able to get zipped shut around all of their purchases. "Just relax and go with the flow," Amber winked, patting Cindy's paw. "With me, it's first class, all the way, babe. Smokes and porn as far as the eye can see."

"You're making me seriously reconsider our Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy, Amber," Roofie said dryly.

"Eek!" Amber squeaked in mock terror. "Don't alter the deal!"

The big Newf grinned. "Then get your buns out of here before I call the cops, ok?"

"You're the best, Roof!" Amber said, hopping up as high as she could and scrabbling for purchase, leaning forward over the counter and just barely managing to give him a quick peck on the cheek before the sheer bulk of her nethers pushed her back down again. "See you tomorrow!"

"I know," he chuckled.

Back out on the street, Cindy stared thoughtfully at her shorter friend. "You seem pretty chummy with Roofie these days."

"I'm in there a lot," Amber said, tearing into her nachos with gusto, backpack slung over one shoulder. "We, you know... hang."

"That was a little more than hanging. He didn't even give me a second look. ME, Amber. That's not normal!"

"Oh, get over yourself," the kitteh giggled, poking at Cindy's chest with one claw. "Maybe he's not a boob hound."

"EVERYONE'S a boob hound! Guys, at least! I caught the priest peeping down my smock last Sunday, and I'm pretty sure he's gay!"

Amber sighed with exasperation. "You've been in there a lot, too, Cindy. Maybe he's just seen enough of you. Or maybe, just maybe, he's so hot for your body that he spends all of his time and effort trying NOT to stare at you, so he doesn't make you uncomfortable."

Cindy seemed to consider this, then shook her head. "Nah, that's overthinking it. He works at a convenience store, I don't think there's that much depth there."

"You'd be surprised."

"How would YOU know, hmm?"

"How would YOU know DIFFERENT, hmm?"

"Bitch."

"Slut."

"Fwoomper."

That seemed to end the argument for the time being. They walked along, munching nachos in silence, exhalations forming little frozen puffs in the air, thinking the inscrutable thoughts of young spurned women everywhere.

"What do your parents think?" Cindy said quietly, when the cheese topping had congealed, solidified, and then frozen solid, eventually forcing them to discard the uneaten nachos in a garbage can. "I mean, lately. I know your mom's a little TOO into this whole thing, but other than that."

"Gah, don't remind me. I think she thinks we're sisters now. She looks young, sure, and she's still hot, but she gets WAY, WAY too excited about shopping with me. She was trying on makeup the other day, and actually asked if she looked bangable. I mean... AUGH! What the hell?"

"She coming to the Crimbo concert?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh. No reason."

Amber's ears started to twitch. "You don't think she's going to go cougarish, do you?"

"Amber! That's racist! And... maybe? Have you seen how she looks at the boys when she drops you off in the mornings?"

Amber shuddered. "No."

"Well... good." Cindy twiddled with the Cherrillo, wondering if she should have bought a lighter to go with it. "What about your dad?"

The kitteh suppressed the urge to shudder again. "We've had... detailed conversations."

"How detailed?" Cindy said, a little more interested than was perhaps strictly required.

"Look, do we have to talk about this?"

"You said you wanted to get some stuff off your chest, and if there's anyone willing to take something off your chest, it'll be me. Come on, you'll feel better!" The forward fox batted her friend with her tail. "I'll share some juicy details about my own dad, if that helps."

"NO!"

"In that case, I'll share some juicy details about my own dad if you DON'T."

Amber glared so hard she half-expected CIndy's sweater to catch fire. "You're pure evil, you know that?"

"Well, I am a cheerleader."

They were just a couple blocks from Cindy's place, and already the houses seemed nicer. Amber's little home was nice, sure, but here instead of six people in a four-bed home, you had four people in a six-bed home. "Lately, it hasn't been so... graphic, at least..."

---

Amber spooned her ice cream quickly into her mouth, not caring if she got an ice cream headache, or the dreaded ice cream heart attack. It had been a very big bowl of ice cream, which was instantly suspicious, complete with little sprinkles and chocolate sauce. Her dad NEVER let her have chocolate sauce. He might as well have posted armed guards at all of the exits.

"You don't need to wolf it down, dear," her father rumbled, slowly enjoying his own.

"Just trying to get out of here before the inevitable brain bleach chaser," she said in between spoonfuls.

"Oh, you're just being over-dramatic," Liam O'Malley said, nearly twice her height and thrice as wide. He loomed like a mountain in the dining room. "I thought you'd grown up enough in the last few months that these talks wouldn't frighten you so much."

"It's not the subject matter, exactly... it's having to talk about it with YOU!"

"Well, your mother doesn't have the same experiences as you, and the same problems with-"

"I know what the problems are with! You don't need to say it!"

"-with hyper-metabolic sexual conditions," he finished, which at least didn't use the word 'genital' this time. "I've been there, closer to your life than you would think."

"I dunno," Amber grumbled, sulking closer to her bowl and wondering if she could drown herself before he started talking about condoms again. "Seems to me that a man and a woman have a slightly easier time of it than a herm and... and boys."

"They're still men, Amber. Young men, true, but men. I understand that, these days, there's considerably less of a stigma involved with a man wanting to be with a herm than when I was young."

The kitteh shuddered. "Do I need to do this?"

"You're a young woman, Amber, and a big part of growing up is being able to talk about things like this at an intelligent, rational, sophisticated level." His eyes were open and honest, his voice as soft and tender as she had ever heard it, but it was hard to shake a decade and a half of seeing your father as the stern, authoritarian ex-military type that he was. "So yes, you need to talk about it."

"You're not going to make me measure anything, are you?"

He sighed. "No, you've made it quite clear that, if anyone's going to be present, it'll be your mother."

"Good." It was still creepy as all get out that her MOM had to hold the measuring tape sometimes, but the THIRD option was that the doctor had to do it, and Amber was worried that in the presence of the handsome young practitioner, her condition would make itself a bit more trouble than his insurance would cover.

She ate in silence again, wondering if this was just a touch-base conversation and the worst was over, when the huge doberman said casually, "So are you going to see that nice goat again?"

Amber choked briefly on her ice cream. "Uh... he has a new girlfriend," she muttered.

"I see," he said, as though that were the expected answer. "And what about that nice boy from the art room? The one you hugged when the police were finished."

Her ears darkened nearly to full red through her cream-and-gold fur. "He's... also got a girlfriend now."

"But didn't you two go out-"

"Just out, dad. Coffee, a movie, a walk, some hand-holding... out. And that was it. He said he couldn't handle the pressure."

He tilted his head slightly. "What sort of pressure?"

"AUGH! Not THAT kind, dad! Just... I guess the pressure of expectation, you know? He saw what I could do when it was just... me. I don't think he was prepared to get past first base." Her ice cream was almost gone now, and she could probably make it to the hallway before he could stop her, but for the time being she stayed in her seat. This was the root of the matter these days, and who knows? Maybe her dad actually did have a few pearls of wisdom.

"That's going to happen, Amber. Possibly a lot. In my junior year in high school, I actually topped out the 'Man Whore' category in the school year book."

Sprinkles and chocolate sauce sprayed out onto her placemat. "WHAT?" she said incredulously, not sure if she was going to laugh hysterically or recoil in horror.

He nodded, taking another spoonful of his own sundae. "You heard me right. People kept track of who dated who, even briefly, and... I dated more than fifty girls that year."

"When you say dated..."

"Not always that, but... well, it's as you said. There was no shortage of people willing to go out with me, and I rarely had to do the asking, but either we went all the way and we didn't go out again, or we had a couple really nice dates... and then we didn't go out again."

She swallowed. "So you're saying this year I'm going to be test-driven more than a Tesla."

His eyes widened, and he laughed, a rare but genuine laugh that always reminded her of better, simpler times as a kitten. "In a manner of speaking... yes! And there's nothing wrong with that."

"Mmm hmm."

"Amber, listen," he said, his words dropping like lead elephants. "There's nothing. Wrong. With. That."

She stared at where her hand, and actually most of her forearm, vanished under his paw. He gave her a tender squeeze, and she squeezed back. "I guess," she said hoarsely. "It's so hard not to feel that either I'm being used... or I'm the one doing the using. I don't want to feel either!"

"When you grow up a little more, you'll see the third option that was there all along."

"Which is?"

He just smiled. "If I tell you now, you won't have any more growing up to do."

"I'd like to stop growing out for a little while, if that's ok."

Liam just grinned, leaning down conspiratorially. "Can I give you a little hint, though?" Amber's eyes widened, and she nodded. "You know there's going to be a lot of men in your life. It is just men, right?"

"Yes, dad! Gods."

"Just asking. You never know. This is a period of experimentation for you, and it's perfectly natural for you to want to indulge in any strange thoughts you may be entertaining..."

"DAD!"

"Statistically, herms are overwhelmingly bi, even though the majority do largely self-identify as straight..."

Amber shook her head so hard from side to side she thought she loosened a tooth. "Nuh-uh, we're not talking about this, because it's not happening, AND it's not relevant! I like boys! I thought that was the problem!"

He smiled placatingly. "Nothing that's happened is a problem."

"That's not what you thought last summer when you tried to convince me to look at surgical alternatives," she said, eyes narrowing dangerously.

He took a deep breath, pushing the heavy oaken dining room table forwards an inch. "I'd hoped you wouldn't have really... remembered that."

"Not remembered? How could I not remember? You brought me pamphlets, and painted my room pink!"

"Ok, not 'remembered', but..." For the first time in a great while, he actually seemed flustered. "I supposed I just hoped that you'd have realized I'd made a mistake, and... drop it."

"I don't drop things, dad. Must be the dog in me. I dig in with my teeth and I hold on for dear life, and I shake and shake and shake until someone gives up." The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up, and she had a sudden urge to growl. She knew that she was, on the outside, almost entirely feline with nary a trace except twixt her thighs of anything else, but her mom said that Amber had been exhibiting more canine behaviour lately. She wasn't sure how to take that.

He scratched the back of his head and smiled ruefully. "Fair's fair, right? Ok, the truth is... I was scared."

Amber just stared. "You. Scared. Of... what, exactly?"

"Tell me how you feel right now, Amber. Tell me why you're so upset lately. Then imagine another several years of this. Then grow up, and have a child that's not only like you in so many ways, but moreso. Then tell me you wouldn't be scared." His voice was shaking by the end.

She sniffed for a moment, ears flopping down. "Ok, I... I guess... I can sort of see that..."

"And it took me a long time to realize that wasn't going to work, and instead of trying to fight you on it, and fight nature... I'd support you. WE would support you." He ruffled Amber's hair. "Your mom... your mom is a wonderful person, and that's what made me change my mind. I found her, and she found me, and even with everything my body can do-"

"AUGH!"

"-she's stuck with me through all of this, and... she gave me you."

Amber stared down at the table, not happy with where the conversation was going again, but when she looked up she saw her father's eyes, huge and watery, staring back at her with the unwavering love she'd always known was there, though usually hidden behind an overprotective streak a mile wide.

"It's not going to be a really easy life, from an interpersonal point of view," he said, giving himself a shake. "You'll probably think you've found the perfect person for you more than once."

"Did you?"

"I was engaged... before I met your mother."

Amber's spoon clattered into her empty bowl. "Really? I thought... I mean, mom told me you two met in college! Doesn't that... I mean, you didn't plan to get married so young... I mean, twice... uhm, why don't I just let you explain?"

"That would be lovely, thank you."

---

Cindy listened with rapt attention, the two girls swinging on the old playground set that they had both grown up with. Amber actually had the easier time of it, as she could pile everything into her lap and be more or less centered, but Cindy's range of motion was tremendously limited, lest she flip herself completely out onto the ground.

"Engaged, BEFORE your mom? And he was a Man Whore? Wow... I gotta tell ya, things I didn't immediately imagine upon meeting him. He looks like a... a... well," she said vaguely, waving one paw, "you know what he looks like."

"Prison guard?"

Cindy snorted. "That works," she said, trying not to giggle. "It's so weird to think of him like THAT, you know? I never even knew he was a hyper until this summer."

Amber slowly turned to face her friend. "I thought you said you didn't know until I told you in September," she said slowly.

Cindy just grinned her huge slasher smile, staring up at the twinkling stars overhead. "You know that time I was at your house in a bikini, in August? I had to change into it at your house because my parents would KILL me if they knew I owned it, but we hung out all day?"

"Yeah," Amber said, not sure if she was nauseous or not.

"Let's just say your dad noticed, too."

"AUGH!"

"Prude."

"EW EW EW!"

"Good thing your mom wasn't home."

"Gyaaahhh. Thanks, I'm never getting that mental image out of my head. Come on, let's go in, ok? I'm frosting my whiskers out here." She hopped off the swing, hefting the satchel of goodies. "Gods damn, Cindy, I mean... no family members, ok?"

"Hey, it wasn't like I was putting the moves on him or anything! I was just walking around. He came into your room, asked us what we wanted for lunch, simple as that, and when we went out for sandwiches, there was... more of him."

"La la la la la, I cannot hear my slutty friend, la la la la la la."

Cindy took a swipe at Amber, but the nimble kitteh was far too fast, and the topheavy fox nearly tumbled over in her attempt. "Hey, no fair!"

"La la la la la, she can't hit me because I'm too awesome, la la la la la."

"Come back here!"

Amber pulled the sliding glass patio door aside, stepping from Cindy's back yard into her almost ridiculously spacious off-kitchen dining room. "Nyah nyah, not gonna catch... me... you... uhm... huh."

She was shoved forward a step when Cindy finally caught up, the vixen's overstuffed cheerleader sweatshirt (Go Whitefish!) softening the impact somewhat. "Hi, guys!" Cindy said brightly. "This is Amber. Some of you know her. She was at the barbecue a few months ago, for a little while."

Amber shuffled her paws slightly, temporarily taken aback by the two dozen or so long, lean, vulpine faces staring at her. "Uh... hi." It was obvious they had been talking animatedly a moment before, but now they were all staring her down in that manner that foxes really couldn't help. She got the feeling she had been caught in their hen house, and had to suppress the urge to run.

But then two dozen smiles and two dozen wagging tails brightened the room, and they all began talking at once again.

"Sure, I remember you! You won the hot dog eating contest!"

"Cindy! You never told me you had such pretty friends!

"Aren't you the girl that wouldn't go in the pool?"

"We're not going to eat you, sweetie! We just had pie!"

"Is there something wrong with your skirt?"

"Cindy! Do try to cover those up more! You're scaring your cousin!"

"NO SHE'S NOT!"

Amber thought she was going to end up with tennis elbow before she got out of the packed kitchen, she had to shake so many paws and make so many introductory hugs. "Hi, hello there," she repeated over and over while Cindy rattled off a list of names and relations the kitteh couldn't hope to keep track of. "Wait, another grandma? How does that work? Hi, hello there, I remember you, sure..."

Eventually they ended up at the far side of the kitchen, Amber's mind swimming with the whirlwind reunion. She shook hands with Cindy's dad, one of the few foxes there she actually recognized on sight, and was about to make her way out into the living room when one more relative walked in, and Cindy squealed, clapping her hands with delight beneath her bosom. "EEEEEEE, Mona! You made it!"

Amber's tail dropped like a brick, her eyes widening. "Oh! Uh... Mona! Hi!" she squeaked, backing up slowly but finding her escape blocked by Cindy's torso. "Nice to... meet you finally!"

Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down...

She looked down.

Mona wiggled her hips. "Don't feel bad," she said, also looking down at Amber's skirts. "Everyone does this when I first meet them."

Mona was a herm, and a low-grade hyper, as well. She and Amber had talked on the phone a few times, and e-mailed quite a lot, after Cindy put them in touch with each other for mutual support. Right now she was sporting a pair of red yoga pants that left very little to the imagination, and Amber had to admit the grrl was definitely way above average, but the herm fox was still barely as big as Amber had been when she started the school year, and Mona was already nineteen.

The assembled fox family seemed greatly amused by the two herms sizing each other up. Mona eventually broke the silence by darting in close and giving the kitteh a hug. "Oh, come here, you. Cindy did say you were a bit of a stick in the mud," she said loudly, though she was careful to keep her own bulging nethers away from Amber's.

"What?!"

The foxes laughed and turned back to their previous conversations, Amber having been accepted into the group now. "Oh, relax," Mona grinned. She was tall, and slender, and almost as pretty as Miradoro. Amber didn't know if that was a relief or even more frustrating. "Just that you're a little... uptight. Not that you don't have a damn good reason."

For several seconds, Amber wasn't sure if she should get mad at Cindy, stone-faced with Mona, or flee in panic... but she remembered her talk with her father, and her promise to him that she would not let herself be ruled by fear. Instead, she planted her feet and smiled, making a mental note to kick Cindy's ass later. "Uptight, I'll give you that one," she said, finding Mona a little easier to talk to in person than she had feared. "Funny, Cindy didn't tell me you were coming to visit."

"We... wanted it to be a surprise," Mona said, glancing at Cindy. "You said she'd enjoy it!"

"She is enjoying it! See? Look at her tail!"

Amber's tail was wiggling vigorously, but Cindy had never been good at reading her tail's tells. "That's actually seething rage, but don't worry. I'm used to it. Here, let me just go put my coat somewhere and I can talk to you properly. Me and Cindy are going to be rocking the indulgent therapy tonight."

"Oooh! Cindy got dumped again?"

"MONA!"

The three girls waved goodbye to the fox troop in the kitchen and headed down to the basement, which was largely Cindy's domain these days. Her older brothers had lived down there, but one had gone off to college and the other wanted to live in the attic loft. Cindy's younger sisters took over her room, and Cindy headed downstairs in the great cycle of fox home life.

"So, what the hell is this? You guys have monthly family reunions now?"

"Not at all!" Mona said. "It wasn't even that organized. Half of them were with my parents last week, and they're just sort of road-tripping up and down the coast for Crimbo, and it just happened to coincide with Cindy's mom's side of the family coming in from the East. Just wait until it's actually Crimbo Day, then you're gonna see a crowded house."

Amber squeaked. "How many would that be?"

Cindy and Mona exchanged glances, lips moving soundlessly. "One hundred and.... ten? Twelve?"

"I think nearer one-fifteen. Uncle Marty and his wives had a couple kits this year, and even though Gloria got divorced she's still coming and bringing her boys."

The kitteh just goggled. "You foxes sure do like your big families! Are you all coming here?!"

Cindy shrugged. "We've got the biggest house, we're sort of the most central, and a lot of them live farther north, so any excuse to come down here in the middle of winter is usually pounced on."

Amber just sighed and flopped onto the overstuffed couch, backpack full of snacks bouncing next to her. "That must get exhausting. My house has three people, and I think when we get all of us together for Crimbo there's, like, fourteen of us. One big table at the Olive Garden works for us."

"Ugh, sometimes I WISH!" Mona declared, collapsing onto a beanbag chair and, perhaps purposefully, perhaps not, putting those reasonably immense mounds on full display. The lithe fox's hips were quite slender which did tend to enhance their apparent size, each faintly jiggling teste as big as a honeydew melon, but Amber was impressed by the herm's sheath, which was perhaps larger than her own, nearly reaching Mona's knee! "It takes a WEEK to do all of my Crimbo cards, I need a separate calendar just for birthdays, and if there's a year between visits we need to wear name tags."

"As if anyone could forget either of YOU," Amber said, trying again not to stare.

The cousins laughed. "Yeah, we're the genetic outliers," they agreed, Cindy taking up the rest of the couch that Amber was on. "And with each year, we both get more and more cards than the other cousins."

"Presents, too!"

"I got something like thirty gift cards for clothing stores."

"Me, too!"

Amber tapped her chin thoughtfully. "So you're saying there's an upside to having your own army of relatives," she giggled. "Oh! Mona! You never answered my last e-mail, how's it going with Raoul?"

The kitteh was intimately familiar with her own anatomy, and she knew exactly where to look when Mona responded. "Oh, it's going great," she said, trying to sound casual, but the sudden shuddering twitch of her sheath was a dead giveaway. "He came with me, actually, but he's out with HIS cousins right now. We're gonna go out later when he gets home."

Amber grinned. She had been trying to give Mona some advice about how to spring her true dimensions on her boyfriend, as they had been together for a month and had never gone all the way. Mona's hyper condition wasn't anywhere near as acute as Amber's, and the fox could keep it in her pants, but it was an effort. "Excellent," she congratulated the vixen. "Glad it worked out for him in the end."

"Oh, yeah," Mona leered.

"EWW!" Cindy said, mock aghast. "I swear, you herms have only one thing on your minds."

"Well, they've only GOT one," Amber explained.

"EWW!"

Amber ripped into a package of Funyuns and threw a bag of Cheezies over to Cindy. "Mona, want anything? All Dressed? Pork Rinds? Shrimp Crackers? Pepperoni Nugglets? Jalapeno Kettle Chips?"

"That's all for one NIGHT?"

The kitteh stared hard at Cindy. "See, I TOLD you we needed more."

"You eat 90% of it!"

"I have a glandular condition!"

"And fwoomp, there is is," Cindy laughed, gesturing with a handful of cheese- flavored corn sticks. Amber cocked her head, wondering what the fox meant, when Mona burst out laughing. The kitteh glanced down and realized that not only had she already eaten a huge portion of the Funyuns, but there was a white onion-powder paw print clearly visible smeared across the front of her skirt.

"Uhm... I need a napkin," she stammered, which only made both foxes laugh harder.

The three girls discussed boyfriends for a few minutes, but that proved to be a little bit of a tired topic for Amber and Cindy, while Mona was still shy talking about her relatively new experiences. Being a low-grade hyper and not much of a grower, she had been able to hide her developing endowments for most of her high school life, and had never encountered the fevered pursuit that Amber had. Now that she was finally getting all of the attention, physical and romantic, that she'd always wanted, she had a lot of catching up to do.

"Really? A chiropractor?"

Mona nodded excitedly. "I know, there's lots of jokes about how I could align someone's spine," she said with a wink. "Gods know Raoul's made enough of those jokes, but... I really enjoy it. Alternative therapies have really made a comeback, and I've experienced firsthand what a good chiropractor can do. And it's not just the hippy-woo-woo stuff, either. I want to get into physiotherapy, work with people who are learning how to walk and eat and dress themselves again!"

Amber nodded, impressed. "Gosh. Well... go get 'em, girl! If you can get into medical school, then go all the way, I say. I'll be lucky enough to make it into art college at this rate."

Cindy bounced a Cheezie off Amber's head with sniper-like precision. "Pshaw, you get damn good grades and you know it. Doofus."

"Good enough for some things, I guess. Still dunno what I wanna be. Can't I be, like... uhm... what's my equivalent of a gentleman hobo? You know, the kindly soul who wanders from town to town, righting wrongs and mending broken hearts?"

"You really, really to stop reading those romance novels, babe," Mona said. "They're warping you."

"You say warp, I say a tender, heartwarming tale of friendship and forgiveness," she smirked. "Where's my god-damn Academy Award?"

"You get it after you leave."

"Damn. There's always a catch. What about you, Cindy? What're you gonna do when you get out of this one-horse town?"

"I'm going to figure out where all the horses went!" she said, emptying the last of her own bag of snacks into her maw. "I think a certain kitteh scared them off."

"I plead temporary insanity."

"Seriously, though, you should consider acting, or stagecraft, or something, Amber. You've got a real gift for that. You've got a hell of a voice, you've got good rhythm for a white grrl..."

"White-and-gold."

"Close enough. You're super-organized, you've got an overdeveloped sense of... irony," she finished after a sufficiently dramatic pause. "You're a natural, babe."

"Yeah, right. Me on a screen. You know there's only one type of movie I'm going to be in," Amber said, rolling her eyes.

"With that attitude, of course! You've got all this talent, and you're hiding your light under a... well, not 'bush', exactly, but I don't know how to finish this sentence without making a lame pun about your junk."

"We can nix the acting idea for now, okay?" Amber said tiredly. "Besides, I thought you were destined for meteoric stardom?"

"Everyone needs an understudy."

Cindy barely had time to raise her paws defensively when Amber landed bodily on top of her, throw pillow clutched in each hand, flailing with wild abandon. "Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself!" she cried with delight, reaching over the couch-filling expanse of Cindy's breasts, not aided by the fact that her own painfully-tight nethers were pressed against both of their bellies. "Vengeance is mine!"

"ACK! MONA! SAVE ME!"

Mona just shrugged, palms out. "This ain't my fight. I'm not getting between a hyper-herm and sexy fox. That's how porno movies start."

"SEE?" Amber cried triumphantly. "Quick, set up a web cam!"

"Now that, I can do!" the herm vixen said, leaping to her feet with surprising agility.

"NOT FUNNY! ACK! STOP! CAN'T BREATHE!" Cindy said, paws batting weakly at the far stronger kitteh. "I YIELD! I SURRENDER! I... I'm gonna barf, you're sitting right on my Cheezies..."

Both girls breathing hard, Amber fell backwards onto her end of the couch, feline legs draped rather unceremoniously over Cindy's. Mona stared down at them and grinned. "You two sure do make Circe worth visiting!" she said. "Don't have too much fun while I'm out, ok?"

"You... leaving... already?" Cindy asked, chest rising and falling like humpback whales.

"Raoul said he'd be back by seven, so I'm going to go get ready. Have a shower, pick out a scandalously tiny skirt." One foxy finger plucked at the fabric of her tight pants. "He likes it when Cassandra is swingin' free."

"'Cassandra'?" Amber and Cindy echoed incredulously.

Mona giggled like a schoolgirl, despite being several years older than the other two. "It's his name for it. It means 'confuser of men'. Good, eh?"

Amber eyed the tremendous sheath appraisingly. "I like it," she said. Amber and Mona had compared rough numbers by e-mail, and the kitteh knew that the fox's ultimate size, while still staggeringly large for such a pretty girl, was still well below her own capabilities. Still, for the average guy, Mona was a real... handful. "You three have a good time!"

"We always do. Bye, babycakes!" Mona said, leaning down and giving her cousin a quick peck on the cheek. "Bye, babycakes' friend!"

"My name is Sack Full O' Love, thank you very much."

Laughing like a hyena, Mona headed back upstairs, already pulling her shirt off. "Your family is very... comfortable with itself, isn't it?" Amber said wonderingly.

Cindy nodded, struggling to sit upright. "Yeah. It's a fox thing, I guess. We used to have Naked Tuesdays when I was growing up. It's just... natural."

"Naked Tuesdays would have scarred me for LIFE."

"My house, or yours?"

"Yes."

Having worked their way through the appetizer snacks, the girls set about to the serious task of preparing the perfect movie-watching environment. This involved dragging every cushion off of the couch, every pillow and blanket off of Cindy's bed, and even stealing some pillows from the guest bedrooms upstairs. Once the soft, inviting mountain of foam had been created, both girls exchanged businesslike nods, stretched briefly, and leapt onto the pile, scattering it like an avalanche.

"Ahhhh, this feels good," Cindy said, laying on her back and trying to make a snow angel out of throw pillows. "I haven't done this in months."

"We did it all through summer," Amber said, burrowing in between a king-size duvet and a rich deposit of Posture-Pedic neck supports. "But when school started up again, we got... I dunno. Too busy with other stuff."

"Boys."

"Boys." Amber's arm reached out from the depths of the mound and fished around for her backpack. "Damn, we almost made it one night without passing the Bechdel Test."

"We're a disgrace to lifestyle magazines everywhere. Gimme chocolate."

"Chocolate's mine. You get Mint Biscuit."

"I said, gimme chocolate."

"Fight me for it."

"TO THE DEATH!"

"TO THE CREAM!"

When the second round of PG-rated violence had subsided, Amber found herself straddling Cindy's back, bopping the back of her head with another pillow. "You really suck at wrestling. You need to take a BJJ class, or something."

Cindy pondered that. "I know what the BJ stands for," she said, voice muffled by the blankets, "but what's the other J for?"

"That's a typo," Amber giggled, rolling off of her friend. "Oof. Ok, I need to go freshen up. You gonna put the movie in?"

"You betcha. Got something awesome, and something truly stupid. Which first?"

"Stupid, all the way." Amber struggled to her feet, no easy trick when you can't get your knees together, and upended the rest of the snacks onto the bare couch. "Ok, this is the repository of junk. NOT that kind of junk. You get some spoons, ok? The ice cream's starting to melt."

"Work, work, work, that's all I ever do around here," the top-heavy fox grinned, managing to roll onto all fours and get to a standing position.

Amber took her bag into the bathroom, shutting the door behind it and locking it securely. She didn't need Cindy walking in NOW, of all times! She stared at her flushed, wide-eyed reflection in the huge mirror, something the fox needed just to see the full extent of her ever-widening bustline. "This bathroom is bigger than my bedroom," she lamented, not for the first time. More often than not these days, during one of her 'growing spells', Amber ended up nearly pinned in her tiny bathroom, but here she could do a full pirouette. It wasn't fair.

Shrugging and unwilling to let herself get bogged down by petty jealousies, she unclasped her skirt and removed it, revealing her drab gray woolens snuggly cladding her long, lean legs and stretched tightly around her endowments. It took a bit of effort to wriggle them down over herself, but she eventually managed to roll them to her ankles. She folded them carefully and put them into the bottom of her backpack, and then prepared to take the final step.

"Here goes nothing," she said, unfolding her trusty Leatherman, reaching behind herself and twisting the carbon-steel shank into the main clasp of her restraints.

SNAP!

The heavy wraparound strap whipped around her so fast even to her feline eyes it was just a blur, striking the marble countertop and taking a chip out of it. The initial energy expended, the complicated series of interlocking webs and supports slid against itself as her anatomy reasserted dominance over the area. Despite doing this at least twice a day, she was still entranced by the sight of her maleness expanding before her very eyes, sac swelling from a pair of volleyballs to a pair of basketballs, to... to...

Actually, they seemed to stop around basketball size. "Fuck yeah," she grinned when the supports fell away, landing on the ground with a dense thud. "Thank you, pharmaceutical wizardry!"

Her sheath wasn't as long as Mona's, but it was nearly twice the girth, a rich burgundy shade that contrasted nicely with her white bellyfur. Each swaying orb, one creamy white and one golden yellow, bounced gently, full and tight but content with their current size. The outer slopes still stuck out beyond her hips, but it was definitely manageable.

She reached into her backpack and pulled out the squeeze bottle of lotion, filling each palm with a generous dollop and working it into her nethers, giggling at the slickness of each motion. Normally this sort of attention would kick her growth into high gear, but this new formulation was working miracles on her anatomy.

Once that little ritual was handled she put the bottle away, washed her paws off, and rifled through the various items she'd brought. She knew that Cindy would at some point start in on her list of reasons why someone with Amber's dimensions needed cute underwear, so she managed to squeeze herself into an almost scandalously dainty pair of hot pink panties that, in all seriousness, hardly covered her nethers at all. They were silky and felt very nice, though, and were snug enough to provide a little bit of stability and lift, and a quick twirl in the mirror confirmed her suspicions.

"Damn, my ass is nice," she giggled, wiggling her rump and eyeing her reflection appreciatively. It might be the part of her that got the least attention, but it was still fun to look sexy now and then.

She pulled out a pair of flannel-and-spandex pyjama pants covered in little snowflakes and struggled into them. They were the largest pair available without having to resort to the much more expensive hyper brands, and they still only just barely stretched around her, but this was a slumber party, and some things were important. They showed off every last inch of her hermness, though, in richly textured detail, but Amber didn't care, and Cindy could just deal with it.

Amber quickly swapped her stuffy winter sweater for a pink tank top that read 'FWOOMP' in tiny letters between her breasts, and grinned. "If you can read this, it's too late to run," she said huskily, imagining someone sharing the spacious bathroom with her, someone who couldn't get past her to the door, someone who was close enough to see that little red six-letter word, someone who had only hears rumors about what a certain young hyper kitteh could do...

She mrowled and shook herself, blinking away visions that were threatening to send her to the land of overly-pleasant daydreams. That was, perhaps, the one problem with the lotion: it kept down her body's natural responses, sure, maintaining her size fairly consistently, but without the outlet of growth it seemed as though her emotional responses were compensating. Half a dozen times a day, she found herself in class experiencing shockingly vivid fantasies that had her sweating and panting in her desk. Her body behaved, but her mind was out of control.

Amber extended one claw and sternly admonished the bulges crammed into her pyjama pants. "Sit! Stay! Stay.... good girls. Be good, and you'll get a treat tomorrow."

She quickly repacked everything and trotted out into the living room again. "Much better! You got the movies, Cin... dy..."

Her tongue had gone dry, sticking to the roof of her mouth, and there was a nearly instantaneous fizzing sensation rising in her loins. Her sheath twitched, but otherwise there was no visible reaction, for which she said a silent prayer.

"Got 'em!" Cindy said, reclining on the mountain of pillows. She had also obviously gone to her room and changed, and was now sitting casually, spooning chocolate ice cream out of the small container. "Told you I'd get chocolate."

"No problem," Amber croaked, dropping her back on the couch. She circled around slowly, picking up the other container of bright green ice cream. "Can I have a spoon?"

Cindy nodded, reaching into her cleavage and producing one. "Keeping it warm for you," she grinned. Amber took it numbly, trying to suppress the urge to shudder when her fingers touched the toasty metal implement. Why did you have to wear that, why, why, why, fuck, fuck, fuck...

Cindy was wearing a pair of loose white pyjama pants that looked as though they would be perfectly normal on a Tibetan monk. Her cheerleader's sweater was gone, though, replaced by what could only be described as a bra with delusions of grandeur. Glossy black material that at first glance seemed to be latex was stretched to the very breaking point, snaking around the fox's immense breasts rather like her old bikini top. Creamy white fur billowed forth all around it, pressing against her belly and upper arms, and so tight was the garment that her cleavage was a handsbreadth away from touching her muzzle. A few tiny drips of melted chocolate cream glistened invitingly against her upper swells.

"Are you ok?"

"Fine," Amber squeaked, sitting down hastily against the pillow mound, trying to scootch back sufficiently that she couldn't make out Cindy's silhouette, but finding such a position impossible. "That's some top!"

"Thanks. I got it from the Addition-Elle website. Did you know they have a bondage section?"

Amber coughed, glad the spoon hadn't actually made it to her mouth yet. "Really!"

"Yeah! This is Sintex, which I guess is just their lame pun on sin and latex. It's AWESOME stuff! It looks like it should pinch and bind, but it's heavenly! We're definitely getting you some G-strings made out of this stuff for Crimbo."

The kitteh nearly bit through her spoon. "Really."

"You bet! It's got twelve times the ultimate yield strength of regular latex, and something about striated cell design means it doesn't yank fur out when it comes off. Seriously, you've gotta feel this."

"NO THANKS!"

Cindy twisted in a fashion that could have given innocent bystanders heart attacks. "You ok?"

"NOTHING! I TRIPPED!" Amber said, sprawled on her back, legs kicking feebly around the bulk of her sac.

"Don't spill ice cream on my carpet, ok? I just cleaned down here."

By the time Amber managed to right herself, Cindy had fished the remote out of somewhere oh don't think about where, don't think about where, don't think about where and put on the first movie. She blinked in confusion at the title. "Kickpuncher?"

"It's sweet! It takes place in the future, and he's, like, a cyborg cop whose punches have the power of kicks!"

"The subtitles just said '2006 AD'."

"It's always the future somewhere."

"This looks fucking stupid."

"I KNOW!" Cindy cackled gleefully, and Amber had to join in. They rarely rented movies that actually looked good, and this might take the top position as the best worst movie ever.

By the time Amber had finished her ice cream, Sgt. Kickpuncher had already crushed a dozen drug dealers, and the kitteh herself had mostly gotten used to her friend's appearance. She had seen Cindy naked numerous times, either in the changeroom at school or during one of the fox's numerous 'wardrobe malfunctions' in her pool, and there was very little mystery there. Something about the lingerie-like Sintex top, though, the way it squeezed and shaped those massive supple breasts, the way it was so clearly not large enough, the way that fuzzy flesh seemed to be trying to ooze out of every gap, the way her nipples were clearly visible through the paper-thin material, the way augh stop it stop it stop it!

The quiet rumbling within her sac was unnerving Amber more than a little, but everything seemed to be under control. She was having an incredibly hard time getting Cindy's appearance out of her head, though, even with the distracting awfulness of the movie.

When the fox got up to fetch the next round of commiseration snacks, Amber tried to ignore her, but the sight of her standing was even more incredible. From her low vantage point, she couldn't see Cindy's face at all, which just went to highlight how curvy her best friend had become over the years. Wrapping her arms around her front, there was a good two feet between the fingertips of each paw. Amber remembered when she used to actually have catnaps and use Cindy's front as a pillow, back when they were kits. She wondered if they still felt as nice augh I'm going to kill you for wearing that you sexy bitch augh

"Bacon puff?"

"YES!" Amber said with a little too much vigor.

Cindy just smirked and very carefully lowered herself back down to the ground. "Do you need me to change? You seem a little distracted."

"NO! I mean... well, if you want to, but... I think you look great, but that doesn't mean you have to change, this is MY problem, not yours. Not that it's a problem! It's just... you know, my hormones right now, and... come on, I get turned on by commercials for shoes these days. It's not like it's... personal..."

Cindy reached over and patted Amber's knee, keeping as clear of her swells as she could. "Just relax, babe. It's just you and me. I just thought you'd like it."

"I do like it!"

"Then I'll leave it on."

"Good!" augh why did I agree to that crap crap crap crap

Half a bag of over-salted faux-meat snacks later and Amber was starting to feel temporarily sated, as well as in slightly better command of her faculties. Cindy was being, well... Cindy. A colossal tease made flesh. She couldn't really help it, and in fact it was plain to everyone that she reveled in it. Knowing that, it was easier not to break out in a cold sweat when the vixen readjusted their blanket fortress, pushing everything back and spreading it out on the floor a little bit so she could sit right next to Amber and lean against her, putting her head gently on the kitteh's shoulder.

From that position, fully a third of Amber's vision was taken up by the vast expanse of Cindy's bosom, and she was all too aware that every time the fox inhaled, those swells shifted slightly and bumped against her nethers with all the force of a butterfly kiss. Still, it was something, and it was impossible to put out of her mind. She was only partially aware of when Kickpuncher ended, and she had to quickly sift through her recent memories when Cindy asked, "So, what did you think of the movie?"

Unable to remember who actually survived the climactic explosion (story of my life, she thought to herself), she said, "Too much punching, not enough kicking."

Cindy smirked, putting one hand on Amber's shoulder and shoving herself upright. "That's what you say about every movie," she laughed, wobbling unsteadily to her feet. "I got something new you might like, though!"

---

Roofie was leaning back on his haunches, using a stack of Gatorade cases as a makeshift couch; with his voluminous waterfall of fur, it was as comfy as anything else. Fridays between nine and midnight were pretty dead at the Hub, usually just time spent cleaning, but he had been periodically rewinding the security tapes and re-watching Amber's little pantomime.

"You're something," he said, tapping one blunted claw against the tiny screen. He felt... it wasn't attraction for Amber, which he was still thankful for. If he had to put a word to it, he felt protective of her. He knew he couldn't actually protect her from anything. As a hyper herm in the prime of her life, she was actually probably far more capable at defending herself from any physical problems than even he was. As for the less obvious problems the teenaged kitten would go through, she seemed to be coming around just fine on her own.

Still, it was nice to imagine her looking at him with more than friendship in her eye. Someday.

He chewed his pepperoni stick and re-wound again, watching the recap of Cindy trying to ply him for smokes and porn. In the end, he probably would have sold them to her. She was hardly a habitual smoker, and he was of the belief that Playkitten was the healthiest thing the Hub actually stocked, but it was just too much fun to mess with her, knowing how unused she was to not being able to get her way with just her looks. It was a good lesson for her to learn.

The door dinged and a pack of hyenas walked in, spreading out to cover the maximum possible area the way they tended to do. He kept an eye on them, but his gaze was drawn back to the rewound security camera when he noticed something strange while Amber was paying. Cindy was holding the backpack and slipping the snacks into it, but... but what was she taking out? Was she putting something else back in? Why not just keep it in her purse?

Wait... no... that was...

"Oh no."

---

"I swear, if this is your porn debut, I am out of here."

"No, that's still in post-production. Here," Cindy said, tossing a DVD case over the mountain to land on Amber's lap. "It's big giant things exploding."

Amber held the case up to the light and read the title. "Drive-SHAFT? Are you sure this isn't porn? The second word is even capitalized! Oh, hey, wait, this is anime! Giant mecha anime! SWEET, THERE'S A DRAGON IN SPACE ARMOR WITH MISSILES! Oh, this is freaking awesome! Put it in, put it in!"

"That's what he said."

"What?"

Cindy jiggled her way back around with the rest of the snacks and the big bottles of soda. It was after ten o'clock, and as much as the girls liked to imagine themselves the hard-living, hard-partying badasses of Circe, the truth was they had a hard time staying up past midnight, especially on a Friday. "I'll tell you later," she grinned, slowly sinking to the ground rather like a controlled demolition. Her pert rump landed with a thud, knocking the breath out of her. "Man, that gets harder every month."

Amber swung herself forwards, hips propped up by her sac, and swapped out the movies. "You and me both, sister, you and me both. Man, this movie looks sweet! Look, the little picture on the back as this little fennec dude kissing the dragon! It's even got the Captain-Kirk-Sees-A-Hot-Alien filter!"

"It HAS to be high-quality!" Cindy agreed.

---

Roofie was scatterbrained, running the register as more and more people started to come in, trying to keep an eye on the hyena pack filtering through the Hub, trying to double-check what he'd seen on the security camera, and trying to talk on his cel phone at the same time.

"Look, Jill, I really need you come down here and take over, just for the last hour. That'll be eleven seventy-seven, thanks. Cash card? Debit, ok, here you go... No, Jill, it's important. I've never asked for a day off in the three years I've been here, have I? No, I haven't. So when I choose to ask for one, you should choose to listen. I need to... run a personal errand. A friend of mine needs help. What? No, I'd really rather not say."

The huge Newf hound thought about everything Amber had told him, having confessed far more to him than he had entrusted with her, although in all fairness she had a lot more TO confess. She had a lot to live with, a big weight hanging over her head, and less metaphorically an even bigger weight hanging between her thighs. He knew she'd be all right, in the grand scheme of things, but this... this was a problem, and it was something he actually COULD do something about.

"Thanks, Jill, you're a doll! Just... hurry, ok?"

---

Drive-SHAFT, for the first few minutes, was a lot like any other expository introductory episode of an epic space mecha series. The Earth was taking it's first few tentative steps into space, blah blah blah, all sentient species of the world united as one, blah blah blah, a grand exploratory craft was created to make contact with other worlds, blah blah blah, peace and love and OH MY FUCKING GODS ALIENS ARE ARE ATTACKING US!

"Best. Plot. Ever," Amber said, nomming on nacho chips and burrowing into the hillside of blankets. Her unfettered nethers were snuggled up between her legs and her belly, her breasts practically resting on top of them from her slouched position. She felt as warm and cozy as was possible.

"Hell yes. I wonder if their missiles make noise in space."

"Of course they do! They're rockets, and we've already thrown physics out the window. They have to go PEW PEW, VWOOOOOOSH."

"And here I thought that was just me," the kitteh grinned.

Cindy's paw appeared from beyond the horizon of her bosom and poked Amber's straining lap with one finger. "Don't aim those missiles my way without a thirty second warning."

Amber squeaked at the contact. "Hey! Boundaries! Personal space! We had a deal!"

"I have altered the deal. Pray I do not alter it any further."

"... how long have you been waiting to use that line?"

"Shut up! We're getting to the good part!"

"What good part? We haven't seen... this... yet..."

The show had been building up Khala the fennec as the handsome, heroic protagonist for the last several minutes, showing him dressing for his day, communicating with other members of his squad via telecom, and getting his breakfast from a dispensing robot. But now, walking into the debriefing room, they were showing him in a full-body shot for the first time, and it was obvious what they had been concealing.

"Fwah," Amber breathed, watching the trim mecha pilot walking around the debriefing room, saying his good-mornings to the other major characters.

"Not bad, eh?" Cindy said, sliding closer.

Khala's very obvious maleness was considerably larger than Amber's was now, which was just downright shocking to see in a cartoon. His pants covered everything nicely, and were obviously custom-made, but a sac that obscured his legs down to mid-shin and a plainly visible sheath the size of his own torso was never going to be considered 'well-covered' at the best of times.

And the strangest part was, other than a quip about zero gravity, everyone was treating the fennec normally.

"How did you find this show?" Amber asked softly, chewing her chips mindlessly, engrossed by the show.

"Oh, just a forum I'm on. Big fans."

"Anime forum?"

"No."

"Oh." On screen, Khala was talking to the dragoness by telecom, as the enormous green drake was too large to fit anywhere except the docking hangars, where she actually lived. It was obvious they were in a relationship, and Amber couldn't ignore the little mental image of what it must be like when they got together. "Wait, what sort of-"

"Shh! Just watch!"

---

Jill did indeed show up to handle the last half hour of the shift, but since she showed up fifteen minutes later than Rufus had expected (and fifteen minutes later than she had promised), she was really just there to close up.

"So are you going to tell me what this is about?" the plump, middle-aged panda said, preening her glossy black hair. She was proud of her long nubian tresses, to the point that if Rufus went a full day without acknowledging how nice it was, she got grumpy.

"Just a friend of mine is... in a bit of trouble."

"Can you call her?"

"I... don't actually know her phone number. I have her e-mail address, but I doubt she's going to be checking that right now, so... yeah." He finished cashing himself out of the register so she could punch in her own code and dashed thunderously out from behind the counter. "Thanks, Jills! I'll be back in the morning!"

She just waved him off, covering her yawn with a fist. "Myeh, whatever. Just join the 20th century and get a phone next time, ok?"

He opened his mouth, wanting to yell, politely, at his boss, but he kept it inside. "Will do," he said instead. "Should be pretty quiet, don't forget to clean the nacho machine, gotta go, bye!"

Still wearing his Hub shirt, he dashed outside, automatic doors spitting him out into the chill night air. With his fur, though, he rarely if ever noticed the temperature. He plotted across the parking lot to his van, opening up the passenger side and climbing in. There was no passenger seat, or even a driver's seat anymore: some careful modifications allowed him to basically sprawl across the entire front of the van and drive comfortably.

"All right, Amber, just don't do anything stupid," he said, engine roaring to life. He was angling his van towards the Cedar Street exit, though, when he discovered a slight snag with his plans. Staring out at the mostly empty street, fists clenched on the steering wheel, his eyes widened with panic.

"Where the hell does Cindy live?!"

---

Amber had become thoroughly engrossed in the show. Almost right away, the casual early-morning briefing had exploded in panic when the huge city-ship had detected hostile vessels closing rapidly. The mishmash ensemble of crack pilots, many of whom had been drafted from more menial positions, made for their craft amidst flashing red lights and klaxon alarms. The dragoness was already waiting alongside her boyfriend's space fighter, lifting him with one scaly paw and depositing him gently into the cockpit, which had clearly been modified to allow for his anatomy.

"This is the best show ever," Amber mumbled, slack-jawed and wide-eyed.

"I agree," Cindy chuckled, making herself comfortable without the kitteh even noticing.

It seemed as though care had been taken to NOT display Khala's attributes overtly; they were treated as any other character's stock characteristics would have been. The six rocket-powered battle mechs soared through space, followed by the rocket-powered dragoness in a suit of fairly mundane, if battleship-thick, body armor. Amber wondered what sort of weapons a dragoness would wield in space, when said character drew a pair of crackling energy blades, each more than sixty feet long.

The two girls watched the movie unfold. The initial contact proved to be a vessel belonging to the aggressor species, the Kreeghor, though it had been scorched and gutted; a derelict. That just raised the frightening question of what could cause so much obvious damage to such a powerful vessel, as the Kreeghor were significantly more powerful than the furre protagonists. Back on the city-ship, their lives mostly returned to normal, as except for Khala, the squadron was entirely non-military. Khala's adjutant was introduced, a buxom mouse girl that clearly harbored a massive crush on the fennec, but one that he was completely oblivious to.

"Awww, she likes him and he doesn't know," Amber said softly, stroking Cindy's hair.

"Mmm hmm."

Khala and dragoness went for lunch in the hangar bay, where the very polite and friendly catering corp set up a little mini-apartment in one corner for when the fennec wanted to spend time with his sweetie. They discussed the morning's events, going to the big shipwide Festivus in five days time (the dragoness would be appearing via holographic surrogate), and when Khala was going to finally move in with her and not keep his own quarters in the fore of the ship. This last topic seemed to make the fennec nervous.

"Hee hee, aww, he's got commitment issues with a giant space-dragon, AND he's hung like a Mack truck? Ohh, to have his problems!"

"Mmm hmm," Cindy said, nuzzling.

Myriel, the mouse, had taken the next step and left a romantic note in Khala's quarters, but one of the other squadron members had observed this, and had told someone else. Drama was unfolding within the ship as well as without, as it had been shown that there was something possibly organic growing on the outside of the ship, something spreading and pulsating and with it's own theme music. Incredibly, nothing had been blown up yet!

"This is pretty good! It's not... mindless. And no gainax boobs yet! Though Khala's had some gainax balls a few times..."

"It's outer space, that happens..."

That night, Klaha staggered back to his quarters, clearly exhausted, though it wasn't made clear exactly why until he removed his shirt, revealing some scratch marks on his back. He just chuckled and looked at them in the mirror, making a joke about how his beloved dragoness always did get a little frisky after a mission. The scene shifted to show the dragoness, reclining in the vast hangar, sprawled out and equally exhausted. She mumbled to herself in the darkness about how it was still strange getting used to having a boyfriend who was so big that it made intimacy awkward, and yet who was still small enough to fit in the palm of her hand.

"Man, how big IS he? Do they ever show?"

"I don't think so," Cindy said, exhaling slightly and sending a ripple of electricity through the kitteh.

The action had shifted to the point of view of the Kreeghor, who were also dealing with the unknown force that was assaulting their ships, and the enchanting spell of Khala's love life was broken. Amber blinked and stretched a little bit, removing her hand from Cindy's head... and then she realized exactly why her hand had been on Cindy's head, and where Cindy's head had been.

"Uhm-" Amber quavered.

"What?"

Amber was still leaning back against the mound of blankets and pillows, but Cindy, she consciously realized now, had shifted onto her side, resting her foxy head and her long strawberry-blond locks on Amber's immense lap. Cindy's colossal breasts loomed, trying to roll the vixen onto her back, but a careful arrangement of pillows allowed her to snuggle up to the kitteh without twisting herself like a pretzel. Everytime Cindy exhaled, her warm breath rolled across the cuff of Amber's sheath, only barely covered by the straining flannel.

Cindy turned her head, looking up at Amber with huge, innocent eyes. "I didn't think you'd mind. You didn't say no."

"I... the show... it... I was..."

The sultry vixen arched her neck and rolled her head slightly, rubbing herself against Amber's well-filled sac. "Besides, if your lotion wasn't working, we'd have noticed, right?"

"Well... actually... this does feel a little... funny... I should probably go re-apply..." Amber said, putting her paws underneath her and starting the involved process of getting to her feet, but Cindy didn't move, and that was a lot of extra weight to deal with. "Uhm, could you just scootch over for a sec..."

"Why? I replaced your medicated lotion with sun screen hours ago."

---

"What did you say?" crackled the voice over the phone.

"I said, Cindy took Amber's medicated lotion out of her backpack and replaced it with something from her own backpack. I don't know what was in it, but the only reason to replace a bottle with the exact same bottle is because there's something different IN it, and if there's something different IN that bottle, that means it's NOT what Amber thinks it is!"

Rufus panted into the cel phone, still idling in the Hub parking lot, squeezing the life out of his cel phone. His sister had answered on the seventh ring, and was clearly trying to find a good excuse to hang up. "And you saw all this on that tiny bullshut security camera you have?"

"YES! Now just... help me out, Stace! You used to babysit Cindy. Where the hell does she live?!"

Stacey was obviously out somewhere loud and crowded. Pounding dubstep screeched through the tiny cel phone, and it sounded as if someone was either involved in a fistfight in the background, or some adventurous sex that Rufus hadn't tried yet. "Uhm... crap. That was years ago! Uhm... ok, you know where Floral Ave is?"

"Yeah!"

"It's not near there, that's the other fox I used to babysit. Uhm... ok, you're on Cedar, right?"

"Yes!"

"Ok, so... uhm... Ninth Ave, Tenth Ave..."

Rufus rolled his eyes. "Come on, Stace, think!"

For a long moment, there was silence. Then the lady Newf asked again, "Can't you just look up her address? Her last name is Shasta."

"YES! Awesome! Last name! Thank you! Can you look-"

"Glad to help!" Stacey beeped, and then the line went dead.

Rufus looked down at his old-fashioned cel phone. "-look up her address for me, since I don't have a computer," he finished lamely.

---

Amber was dumbstruck. "You... what?"

Cindy just giggled, as though she had made a particularly rude comment in someone's Yearbook. "I replaced it! I got your old bottle out of the garbage at your place last week, and it smells JUST like this unscented sunscreen I have, so I refilled it, and swapped it out at the Hub!"

Amber knew she should be angry, furious, full of righteous wrath, but she was still to overwhelmed with confusion and terror. "But... why?"

The vixen sighed with exasperation. "Man, you were tied to the Puberty Train tracks, and that stupid train just kept running over ya, didn't it?" she said, lifting her butt off the ground and twisting with what must have required a tremendous feat of abdominal strength.

"But it's dangerous, Cindy! Very... very dangerous!" Oh, gods, was the tingling she'd been feeling for the last hour more than just her body fighting the medication? Had she been completely shaking off it's effects? It did feel a little funny down there, the steadily rising pressure at the root of her sheath slowly expanding within her, placing pressure on intimate areas she scarcely knew what to do with...

"Hon, your boys have all ended up fine. Even little Luis."

"But why?! Again, why? You... if you wanted to see me grow a little, I could have done it as a favor! Just once, maybe... with a little bit of lotion, just to... help..."

Cindy's head resting on Amber's sac, body still slowly shifting, Amber realized just how much weight was forcing down on her tender portions, but she was already well into the early stages of her growth, and she hardly noticed.

"That's not what this is about," Cindy whispered, hair cascading across Amber's perceptibly-expanding lap, muzzle brushing up against the kitteh's ample bosom. "Think about the movie."

On screen, the exploratory vessel was receiving a distress call from the Kreeghor. "I don't understand!"

"The fennec. His dragon. The mouse..."

Amber was breathing hard now, consciously fighting her body's natural urges, which only drew more attention to those urges. Her father called it the Elephant Dichotomy, such as when someone tells you not to think about elephants, and suddenly it's all you can think about. Unfortunately for Amber, she thought elephants were kind of cute, with their big shoulders, expressive ears, wonderfully prehensile nose that could wrap around her-

"You're the mouse?"

Cindy clapped, holding her hands against her belly, hidden from view. "Yay! Sort of!"

"'Sort of?'" Amber said through gritted teeth, forcing her breathing to relax. Sure enough, without the constant wraparound pressure of her restraints, her body was enjoying it's ability to grow without being crushed. She could feel the throbbing as blood vessels came to life, miraculously overdeveloped organs beginning to produce seed and flesh at astonishing rates. The weight against her thighs increased, slowly lifting Cindy's head. "Why sort of? Why would you DO this?"

"Two reasons," the vixen said matter-of-factly, shifting her weight again in order to bring her paws back into view. She ticked one point off her fingers, saying "One, I figure the inevitable end result of this is the severe and wildly improbable incapacitation of myself at the hands of the viciously attractive and notoriously horny Amber."

"That's a reason?"

"I'm getting to that! With me out of the picture for at least twenty four hours, with an excuse that EVERYONE will buy, Amber will be forced to step into the big shoes at the Crimbo Caroller's Concert, and actually sing."

Amber blinked. "That was your big plan? Take yourself out of commission so that I'll make an ass of myself in public, even more than normal?" Her claws extended and retracted, extended and retracted. Cindy was many things: cunning, manipulative, even sometimes a downright string-pulling mastermind, but she wasn't prone to humiliating people for no reason. "Why?"

"Dammit, girl, you're doing it again!" Cindy managed to struggle upright, putting her paws on Amber's sac in a very, very familiar way to support herself. "You're not going to make a fool out of yourself, and do you know why? Because," the fox continued, not waiting for a reply, "you have an excellent voice, but you're a big fat pussycat coward."

The kitten was at a loss for words. Her growth seemed to have plateaued; even her hormones were trying to keep up with the strange conversation. "I..."

"Admit it! Everything about you is fear these days!" Cindy swung one leg across Amber's belly and slowly settled her rump down on the kitteh's sac, which more or less filled all of Amber's vision with barely-restrained golden-furred cleavage. "You won't go past kissing because you're afraid of intimacy. You wear your restraints everywhere and lotion yourself to the gills, doing who knows how much damage to your hormones, instead of embracing your nature. You only do extra-curricular stuff if no-one sees you, and you only joined the band because I bitched at you for a solid month, and you wouldn't play any instrument that had a solo, to say nothing of singing. You won't even back-up sing for me!"

"I..."

"Shut it, darling," Cindy said tenderly, leaning forwards. Amber tried to lean back, shoulder blades digging frantically into the mountain of pillows to try and escape the advancing twin avalanches of soft, inviting flesh, but there was only so far she could go. "It's true. You know it's true. Your dad even said that he was worried about you, retreating TOO much from people. You can't run away from people, Amber. We're everywhere."

Amber's nose wriggled, her claws sinking into her legs to try and distract herself from the feeling of Cindy's butt nestling against her tender hermness, distract herself from those beachball-sized mounds of womanhood that every girl in school was jealous of. They were only barely clad in that single, stretchy Sintex garment, and the kitteh's keen eyes could make out the little ripples and striations in the fur at this negligible distance. "And what was the second reason?" she squeaked.

Cindy swung her feet back, her body tilting forwards with inexorable force. "Because, you stupid, wonderful girl," she said throatily, "I've wanted to do this for many, many years."

Amber's arms came up to try and steady Cindy, to try and force her back upright, but all she ended up doing was hugging that expansive chest, pillowy white cleavage pressing against her own breasts and cresting ever higher. The kitteh arched her neck, as though she were drowning in a sea of Cindy's swells, and her lips met the vixen's long, delicate muzzle.

She wanted to freak out. She wanted to throw the vixen aside. She could do it, too. She was strong enough. She was more than strong enough, the way her hormones were raging like a hurricane through her body. She could have barged her way to her feet and stormed out, no problem. The only things standing in her way were her body's natural, unavoidable and deeply ingrained desire to mate with whatever presented itself...

... and the painfully buried realization that she'd wanted to do this for a long, long time, as well. She'd always chalked it up to just knowing she was a herm, and she was hard-wired to be attracted to EVERYTHING that met certain qualifications, ie breathing, and the indisputable fact that Cindy was a gorgeous, buxom cheerleader.

"I didn't think you'd like me like that," she said, voice choking up, one hand clutching desperately at Cindy's shoulder, the other gripping the back of the vixen's head, "after I got so big."

"Stupid, stupid girl," Cindy just murmured, eyes half-lidded, licking her smooth tongue across Amber's raspy one.

Amber's grip on her self-control was slipping fast. Her feet were still digging into the pillows, trying to find enough purchase to wriggle away, but little by little her shoulders were relaxing, her claws retracting, her toes curling. More purposefully now, more tenderly, she kissed Cindy's lips, nipped at her muzzle, one paw sliding down and around the fox's magnificent breasts, for the first time really feeling them instead of just touching them.

"Last warning," Amber moaned breathlessly, bringing her lips to the upper slopes of Cindy's structurally-supported swells.

"Bring it," Cindy giggled, sliding her long, athletic legs around Amber's sac as though she were riding a particularly fat horse.

Goodbye, self control, Amber thought, diving headlong into her ocean of hormones. I just hope, after this... we're still friends...

---

"Come on, come on, come on," Rufus was chanting to himself, over and over again, driving in haphazard circles around the neighborhood. He had planned on driving in systematic, concentric circles, mapping out the area around the Hub, but whoever had planned this particular portion of the city had decided that no two streets should actually meet head on. He felt as though he were stuck in a demented Tetris game.

With one hand on the wheel, his other hand was thumbing through his local friends. He called several of them, but most of them were either too busy to help, not near their computer to look up the address, or too busy partying to even pick up the phone. This last one was most common, and Rufus was wondering just what he was missing out on every Friday night.

At long last, though, he managed to get a college friend of his on the line, someone he'd studied with on several occasions, helping each other with their weak spots. She was attractive in a panda-ish sort of way, which was remarkable since she was a mink, but she was hopeless when it came to database programming.

"Mikayla!" he shouted, nearly losing control of the vehicle at the relief he felt.

"Rufus?" came a drowsy voice. There was no party in the background, no loud music, no laughing and singing and screaming. The sweet, sleepy Mikayla immediately seemed to come to life. "Roofie?"

"Thank gods you answered!" he said, slowing his van and pulling awkwardly over to the side of the dark residential sleep. "I need your help with something."

"You bet! Anything!" the mink said excitedly. "I didn't think I'd hear back from you after classes let out, since we don't have anything together next semester-"

"Are you at home? Do you have a computer handy?"

"Uh... yeah? What do you need?"

"I need you to look me up a girl's address."

The line went silent for so long that Rufus worried his call had dropped. He was about to ask if she was still there when her voice came back, flat and neutral. "Yeah, I can do that."

"It's not like that," Rufus said hastily. "A friend of mine is over at this girl's house, and she's in trouble, and I need to get over there."

"What kind of trouble?" Mikayla asked suspiciously.

Rufus inhaled. "That's... sort of personal," he said evasively. "But it's important, and... I'll tell you about it sometime when I'm not panicking. Ok? Can you look up Cindy Shasta? Or just the Shasta address, since I don't think she'd be in the phone book."

"Why can't you look it up?"

"I'm driving! I had to leave work to find her, and I realized I didn't know her address."

"You have a phone book at the Hub," she said dryly, typing on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, but I didn't know her last name... when I left... DAMMIT!"

Mikayla laughed. "Ok, you're having an interesting night, it sounds like. I'll help you out, sure. We've got eight Shastas in Circe. Can you narrow it down?"

"Name the streets they're on!"

---

The pillow mountain had collapsed under the onslaught of the two girls, both slumped sideways and sprawled out amidst a sea of upholstery. Drive-SHAFT was still playing in the background, and the girls were dimly aware that missiles and lasers were flying back and forth between two battling navies, but something was distracting them.

"You thought... I wouldn't... like... you anymore?" Cindy said, managing one or two words at a time in between kisses.

"I've had some... self esteem issues..." Amber replied, arms wrapped as tight around her friend as she could manage but hardly even reaching the vixen's body around her curves. "Don't... know why..."

"It's probably... understandable..." Cindy moaned, nuzzling at the top of Amber's head as the feline herm's mouth descended into the fox's cleavage. "I'm not... you know... gay..."

"Me either," Amber giggled, dragging her raspy tongue down along the inner slopes of one immense breast and up the other. "This is... this is..."

"Hormones?"

"Yes! Exactly!"

"You never know... until you try..."

"Damn right..."

Two foxy paws gripped the base of her sheath. "Besides, you're kind of like a boy..."

Amber's paws snaked down enough to dig her claws gently into Cindy's athletic rump. "If I close my eyes, so are you..." she started to say.

"Hey! None of that from you!" The vixen said with mock anger. "You will respect the boobs!"

"Mmm, is that what I'm doing?"

"Respect... a little lower..."

Amber was amused at how she seemed to be compartmentalizing during this very, very strange date. Part of her mind was observing, almost clinically, that she wasn't growing nearly as much as she'd expected, even though she was extremely physically attracted and aroused. It might have been the latent effects of her last application of her medicated lotion, or perhaps she was better at exerting control over herself, having gotten a lot of practice recently.

The other part of her mind was essentially doing cartwheels and screaming 'OMG BOOBS WHEEE' over and over.

She swung a leg awkwardly over her own overloaded sweats, pawing at Cindy's leg and tugging the vixen closer, even as she scooted further south. Her head was nearly lost between those colossal mounds, and she wondered if it was possible to kiss every inch of them before getting tired and needing a nap to recuperate.

"I hate you for this," Amber growled throatily, her hands inching down the backs of Cindy's thighs, dragging her claws gently. "Just so you know..."

"I know," Cindy fairly mewled, stroking the kitteh's shoulders, shifting and sliding her legs along Amber's slowly swelling, faintly sloshing pupmakers. "I'm a naughty... naughty girl..."

"Not helping," Amber said, suppressing an erotic shudder. "Hyper-herms... evolved to breed... BREED, Cindy... I didn't think I'd have much chance of knocking up a boy, but..."

"Relax, love," the vixen soothed, rolling slowly onto her back, paws caressing those portions of her breasts that Amber couldn't reach. "I'm on protection, and I should be safe this whole week."

Damn, said Amber's analytical side. Almost had a way out there! "I hope... that's enough! I'm too young to be a mom. Dad. Whatever."

"I've got a big family... we'll show you how it's done..."

Finally, something punched through her hormonal haze and Amber sat bolt upright, her ears nearly giving Cindy's breasts rug burn. "They're UPSTAIRS!" she hissed, trying to writhe away from her almost-lover. "Your whole family!"

"Bah, Mona locked the door on the way out."

Amber yipped indignantly. "You told her to lock the door? Was she in on this, too?!"

Cindy sat up with excruciating slowness, propping herself up with her arms. "I just wanted her advice! She's a herm, she's talked to you..."

"But they'll hear! They could still come downstairs! Your basement isn't that big!"

"Oh, pshaw, there's plenty of room-"

"THE GYMNASIUM, CINDY! THE GYMNASIUM!"

Cindy swallowed, for the first time looking as though she'd bitten off more than she could chew. "Well, your lotion's still... sort of working, right?"

Amber felt as though she were tumbling head over heels. Love, anger, fear, frustration, lust... everything was mixing and mashing together, and she couldn't honestly tell which was winning. She couldn't believe how she'd been betrayed by her lifelong friend and confidant, but at the same time she knew that Cindy really and truly did want what was best for her, and neither of them could deny the mutual attraction. Would she ever be able to trust her again, though?

She leaned forwards slightly on her hands and knees, and now there was no ignoring the floridly turbulent noises of her sac filling up with renewed vigor, sweats creaking in protest. "There's only one way to find out," she growled, eyes half-lidded, baring her teeth in what could potentially be construed as a smile.

"Amber, be gent-" Cindy started to say, before the kitteh pounced.

---

"Sorry to disturb you," Rufus said, backing down the front walk of the large wood-sided home. "I'm really, really sorry. Wrong address!"

The large, elderly, and very cranky boar watched Rufus go, staring with righteous indignation, waiting until the hefty Newf was fully back inside his van before slamming the door shut.

Rufus picked up his notepad and scratched off 'M Shasta, 614 Crescent Crescent'. "Only two left," he said, putting the van back in gear. "Come on, Amber, don't do anything stupid..."

---

"-le!" Cindy yipped, driven backwards into the mountain of pillows and blankets, breath knocked out of her.

In spite of her bulk, Amber was more than strong enough to deal with her own weight, and with her brain fizzing like a Mentos and Diet Coke cocktail, she hardly even noticed that weight increasing by the second. She straddled Cindy's hips, her maleness resting atop the vixen's trim tummy, her arms embracing those beachball-like breasts. "Gentle?" she asked, far too sweetly. "But this is for your own good!"

CIndy craned her neck to see over her Sintex-supported curves. "And yours, my love, and yours," she said, beginning to sound worried.

"My love," the kitteh echoed, rolling her hips, grinding her enormous bulges against Cindy's bust, "my love. I do love you, Cindy... I want you to know that..."

"I love you, too," CIndy said, sniffling and smiling.

"Then you know that what I'm about to do," Amber said softly, wriggling her legs backwards, her sac forcing Cindy's thighs apart from their sheer weight, "comes from a place of love..."

"Y-yes...?"

"Lots... and lots... of love..."

Cindy's response was wordless, a weak, warbling mewl that seemed strange from the normally self-possessed fox. She tried sitting up again to see her lover, wondering what Amber was doing and desperately wanting to see what the kitteh could do, but one paw pressed against her bosom kept her pinned as surely as a steamroller. Amber's other paw slipped up the vixen's legs, hooking their claws into the waistband of her sweats and pulling them down with the inexorable force of an industrial press.

She gasped, wondering if she was about to feel what all those boys had felt, but she was surprised when instead she felt Amber's hot, panting breath against her nethers. Her tail lashed back and forth, her entire body as rigid and quivering as a violin string. "You-" she gasped, not sure how to finish.

"Sssshhhh," Amber said reassuringly, her lips to close to Cindy's thighs that the fox could feel the puff of air that accompanied each word. "I've always... wondered... what this felt like..."

"What-" Cindy began, but she had to clap her paws across her mouth when her voice suddenly escalated into a thunderous scream.

Amber had seen her fair share of nudity, thanks to the internet, but to be so close to such a gorgeous, perfect creature was almost more than she could bear. Cindy, despite buying half a dozen pairs of naughty panties every time the two girls went shopping, had worn none at all tonight, and now nestled between her legs Amber gazed upon the vixen's womanhood, inhaling her scent.

She'd always known she loved boys, loved every part of them, every muscle and scent and taste and opening, but there was something primally alluring about women nonetheless. Her herm ancestors had evolved to be the ultimate evolutionary advantage, and the hypers as the next competitive stage, so there was a genetic necessity to want to mate with females, but she'd never been sure if she was actually attracted to them or not.

Her tiny pink tongue slipped between those folds, questing and lingering, moving up as slowly as she could manage, and the reaction from Cindy was instantaneous and quite literally electric; the fox could not have thrashed more if she'd stuck a fork into a wall socket. Amber gripped one creamy white thigh with a gentle but iron-strong paw, keeping her more or less planted where she was. She circled the mysterious nub at the peak of Cindy's mound, and her sensitive feline ears flickered when Cindy's muffled screams suddenly shot up another octave.

Moaning wetly, Amber moved in a little closer, her lips parting to kiss her lover's most sensitive areas, savoring her tastes. The fox's belly was rising and falling like a flag flapping in a high wind, hyperventilating as she tried to keep from rousing everyone in the house with her stifled cries.

Moving with care, she crawled on all fours up Cindy's body and around her breasts, curling up to them with fluid, feline grace and licking at her cheek. "So," Amber giggled, "THAT'S what it feels like, hmm?"

"Yip!"

"Did your basketball player ever do that?" Amber murmured, licking at Cindy's cheek.

"Not... exactly..." Cindy said, still wriggling beneath the looming spheres of her breasts. "You sure you've never done that before?"

"I have a hard enough time with my own, thank you very much," she chuckled in reply, one paw petting the vixen's belly, fingers dancing closer and closer to her thighs. "I just wanted to do something nice for you, before... you know..."

"Mmm?"

Amber took a deep breath and seemed to bear down, as though she were trying to lift something immensely heavy. A moment later, the sound of ripping flannel filled the basement and a great heavy weight suddenly tumbled against Cindy's hips. Amber exhaled with relief, giggling into her friend's neck. "That was starting to chafe."

"Mmmm, my turn, is it?"

"I'm a hyper-herm, it's sort of ALWAYS my turn, but..."

With her legs somewhat pinned it was actually easier for the fox to sit up. She struggled to her knees, Amber reluctantly shifting her waist to the side in order to let her friend rise. "You're definitely going to have to show me how you did that thing with your tongue again," Cindy winked, one hand almost absently slipping between her thighs. "For... research purposes."

Amber blushed. "If you insist," she said, parting her own legs to give herself some room.

Both fox and kitteh were having a little bit of trouble with their respective sizes. On her knees, Cindy wobbled back and forth, trying to keep her balance, and she bemoaned the fact that she couldn't see Amber at all over the tremendous landscape of her bosom. Amber, on the other hand, could scarcely sit up, as the enormity of her still-filling sac was pressing her thigh-thick sheath against her belly. Moving past the kitteh's feet and hunkering down, Cindy slowly leaned forwards onto her breasts, pillowy spheres spreading out slightly and cushioning her body, a sight that sent an electric jolt right through the hyper's loins.

"Damn, you're big," Cindy breathed, digging in with her toes and pushing herself forwards slightly, bringing her muzzle mere inches from Amber's swollen testes. "This is foreplay for you?"

"This... actually isn't that big, for me," Amber replied, one paw cradling each pumpkin-sized orb. "My lotion is still working, a little."

"Probably for the best," Cindy said, craning her neck and planting a delicate kiss on those creamy white shapes.

The response was instantaneous. The outline of thick, heavy veins came into view beneath the fine fuzz of her sac, throbbing and distending more and more with each beat of the kitteh's heart. The faint sloshing sound became that of a small waterfall, each round shape bloating several inches in all directions and pushing against Cindy's breasts. Her burgundy sheath expanded even more dramatically, growing noticeably thicker and nearly half a foot longer as it strained to keep the tender flesh within concealed. Amber bit down hard on her bottom lip, but the squeal of delight still seemed far too loud in the spacious basement.

"Wow," Cindy goggled, watching the hyper develop. "That... from one kiss?"

Amber nodded rapidly, eyes clenched shut. "Body... doesn't know... when to stop..." she said in strangled tones. Her sheath was twitching rhythmically now, each little hop stretching it out a tiny bit more, much thicker than her thigh now and so long the cuff was nestled against her breasts. "And not... even close... to hard... yet..."

"Mmmm, and how do we fast-forward?"

"Just-" Amber began, but it wasn't too hard for Cindy to figure out. Powerful cheerleader's legs flexing, she drove herself forward, fuzzy white breasts smushing up against equally-large fuzzy white testes. Her maw opened wide, only barely able to stretch far enough to close gingerly against the middle of Amber's sheath, tiny teeth pinpricking the thinning skin.

That had been the plan, but Cindy had underestimated Amber yet again. Her eyes flew open and she squawked in surprise when the sheath ballooned within her mouth, forcing her jaw open wider than she ever thought possible. She tried to pull back and for a moment was completely stuck, teeth digging in so much she feared hurting her friend, but nothing as insignificant as a mouthful of canine fangs was going to get in the way of Amber's anatomy. Cindy yelped as her mouth was almost shoved aside, and watched in awe as the kitteh dropped like no prized stallion had ever dared dream.

Amber sagged with exhausted relief when the building pressure was finally allowed release. Her cuff was forced back as the enormity of her still-soft maleness finally exceeded it's ability to hold back, three feet of dark pink canine shaft tumbling rather unceremoniously over her velvety white sac, thumping heavily against Cindy's sore muzzle. "Oof!" the vixen said, shifting her weight to the side, eyes bugged out so the whites showed all around.

Laying on her back, spread-eagled and giggling, Amber stroked the base of her shaft with both hands and the outer slopes of Cindy's breasts with her feet. "Rethinking things a bit?" she said, feeling far more in control of things now.

"N-no," Cindy said distantly, her whiskers tickling the side of Amber's member. "Fucking hell, this thing would touch the ground if you were standing up!"

"Mmm hmm. Pretty soon even long skirts will count as public nudity."

If Cindy was any judge, and her own catastrophic puberty had made her an expert, Amber was now dwarfed by her endowments. The pretty kitteh was undoubtedly petite, but now she seemed almost comically dainty compared to the vast amounts of gently throbbing canine anatomy snuggled up between them.

The vixen turned her head and dragged her tongue along the side of Amber's shaft, and was rewarded with an impressive flexing and swelling of blood vessels and tendons as it stirred with nascent arousal. It was the kitteh's turn to clap her paws over her own mouth, smothering her wordless cries, although Cindy more than made up for it. Every lick and kiss and caress elicited another moan from the overwhelmed fox, as each little touch caused Amber's shaft to grow bigger, longer, and harder.

"It might... be too big..." she lamented, nibbling and nuzzling a vein as big around as her thumb.

With nearly impossible ease and grace, Amber seemed to right herself, sitting up and managing to get her knees under her. Sometimes it's lucky I'm half-cat, she thought, her grin setting Cindy on edge. "You know," the kitteh mused, "I keep hearing those words. I do not think it means what everyone thinks it means."

Her shaft was passing five feet now, nearly as long as the young hyper was tall, and beginning to rise to attention atop her still-filling sac. Cindy looked up and licked her lips. "But... I mean, you weren't this big in the Art Room..."

"I've had a little help," Amber whispered, bending down and planting a passionate kiss on the supine Cindy's lips. "The nicer the company, the bigger I seem to get."

"Th-thanks?"

"Mmmm, I'll find some way thank you back," Amber giggled, slowly wriggling her way backwards. "But right now, I need you... mmmmph, to turn around."

Cindy once again beheld Amber's enormity, and shook her head. "We went too slow, you're not going to fit!"

Amber just sighed and rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone SAY that?" she asked in mock frustration. Cindy opened her mouth to protest again, but Amber just reached down and gripped the corner of the blanket that the buxom fox was resting on and gave it a hard yank. The fox yipped as she was spun about, and only the very wide and stable support of her breasts kept her from rolling completely off of the blanket.

Amber stared hungrily at Cindy's wriggling backside, her golden orange tail lashing back and forth, her pert and muscular rump, her pink and inviting tailhole, and for the first time in the kitteh's experience with this view, the glistening and musky folds of her pussy. "Like I said," she groaned, feeling the torrents of blood rushing through her hardening arousal, "we... were designed... to breed..."

"Yip?"

The feline rolled her hips, arched her back, and held on to the cheerleader's ankle for dear life. The tapered tip of her canine shaft lowered, snuggled up against the vixen's bottom, a steady flow of pre slicking her fur. "I love you," Amber spoke reassuringly. "Always have."

Cindy took a deep breath, and set her hips with firm resolve. "I love you, too," she said, bracing herself and pushing back against the kitteh's column. "And I always will."

That was all the prompting Amber needed. Whatever parts of her brain connected the conscious flesh with hormonal desire lit up like fireworks, and her still-developing strength was put to the test. With one great surge of pressure she hardened like cast iron, lifting Cindy's hindquarters clear off the ground. Both girls squirmed and grunted, Amber trying to hold on to the fox's ankles, Cindy trying to relax enough to allow her beloved friend the intimacy they both craved.

Cindy yelped over and over, burying her face in her burgeoning cleavage to try and muffle her cries. "Yip... yip... yip..." she panted, wondering what was going to give out first, her ankle or her hips. Amber had a grip like a circus strongman, and her leg was starting to cramp up...

Amber hissed through her teeth. "And I thought... Luis was tight...!"

"You're thinking of BOYS at a time like this?"

The kitteh stared at her friend, slender and curvy in all the right places, arms splayed out against the sides of her tremendous breasts. "Not even for a moment," Amber giggled. "You ok?"

"No!"

"In... that... case... sorry..."

"Yip?"

Amber leaned forward, pressing her body against her shaft, veins pulsing against her breasts. She stretched her other paw out, gripping Cindy's other leg, knowing that she wouldn't have to thrust; her body would take it from there.

Cindy's voice rose like a chorus of angels, although angels that were experiencing sensations decidedly more naughty than nice. Amber's canine cock continued to swell, hardly even approaching her potential, but there was nowhere else for it to go. Tapered or not, Cindy felt as though she were almost being split in half by her best friend, and she experienced a flash of panic. Could she get away, was their time, could she get Amber to let go...?

But like a dam breaking, that awful pressure reached a crescendo and tumbled headlong into ecstasy. Amber's tongue had felt like liquid gold, but this was an avalanche of sensation, nearly too powerful to really experience. She had been with her share of boyfriends; honestly, she'd been with several girls' shares of boyfriends, as well, but this was as different as night and day.

Amber gasped with relief, feeling herself ploughing deep into Cindy, one foot, then two, then nearly three as she tugged and strained, pulling herself closer. The vixen's breasts seemed to shift and rise as her belly stretched and distended around Amber's ever-growing shaft, her legs twitching weakly with each thrust of the kitteh's powerful hips.

"How... about... now...?" Amber grunted, slowly closing the distance between them. Her cock was every bit as thick as Cindy's entire body, but her hyperness was not to be denied.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." Cindy was moaning, over and over.

"Is that... good?"

"Fuck... me... yes..."

With a triumphant yowl of feline lust, Amber dragged her lover back far enough to nuzzle her nose against the base of Cindy's tail, her tiny, raspy tongue licking where her own turgid flesh met the vixen's wildly overstretched folds. She inhaled Cindy's scents, heady musk spurring her on to greater heights of passion. "You're amazing, love," she exhaled, nipping at the cheerleader's tailhole.

"I feel... like a condom..."

"Mmm hmmm, that's perfectly natural," Amber chuckled, finding her rhythm, bucking in time with the ending credits of Drive-SHAFT still playing in the background. Each little push drove her another inch into the vixen, even as she continued to grow inside of her. "You're like my fuzzy little cock-sock."

"The feminist in me should be upset," Cindy growled, "but mostly I'm just regretting my... choice of attire..."

Amber glanced up from Cindy's rump and winced when she saw those Sintex straps digging so far into the fox's back that they would probably leave bruises. "Strong material!" she said, impressed.

Cindy's hands tried to reach around to her back, but her stretched, distorted body was not co-operating. "Can you... reach the clasp?"

The kitteh fiddled with it for a moment, but the clasp was being pulled so tight even her hyper-herm physique could not overcome it. "Was it expensive?"

"Yes... but... it's only money..."

"In that case, I'll get you a new one for Crimbo," Amber said, extending one claw and sinking it into the rubbery strap. "Here goes!"

There was a tiny rip, and a snap that sounded like a gunshot in the small basement. Cindy bounced as though she had jumped onto a waterbed as her body found a new equilibrium, and her sigh of relief reverberated down through Amber's shaft.

"You look so sexy," Amber panted, her rhythm slowly accelerating. The kitteh was rising slowly into the air as her sac continued to fill, starting to feel noticeably tight for the first time in over a week. She had not allowed herself to reach 'dangerous' sizes, using her lotion to suppress her size as well as her desire, but she was definitely making up for it now. Her feet played across her seed-filled orbs, coaxing them ever larger.

"You feel like a giant redwood," Cindy grunted, kissing and nuzzling frantically at the kitteh's fox-clad shaft. It was so strange to feel her insides stretched beyond madness, her bellyfur extending several feet beyond the tops of her twitching ears. "How... much bigger..."

"No offense, but... I'm trying to hurry," Amber wheezed. "Your basement is not very big!"

"You said there was plenty of room!"

"I'm a terrible judge of distance!"

"You suck!"

"Slut!"

"Bitch!"

Amber's heart glowed, and she suddenly knew that, when it was all over, they would still be friends. There would no doubt need to be a few arguments and a few restatements of personal space and allowable boundaries, but their friendship could endure more than a... a... a fwoomping.

"I'll do it," Amber purred, tugging the vixen down over her nascent knot.

"I should... hope so!"

Amber giggled. "I meant... the singing. Tomorrow. I'll do it."

"Does your mind EVER stay in the moment?"

"Oh, trust me, you're the biggest thing on my mind right now," the kitteh said, resting her cheek against Cindy's back, wrapping her arms around the fox and patting the sides of her vixen-coated shaft.

"I'm only the biggest by... a tiny, tiny bit."

"You sell yourself short," Amber purred, slipping her paws higher to stroke Cindy's breasts.

"Your puns are terrible."

"Come, come," the kitteh tutted.

"That's... you job, baby," Cindy yipped, arching her back against the kitteh.

Amber's brow was beaded with sweat. Hunched forwards over Cindy's backside, her sac continued to expand behind her, while her canine cock (and it's foxy coating) was close to eight feet long, nearly bumping the base of the stairs that led up to the bulk of Cindy's family. Whereas her male suitors had been exceptionally tight, and only grew tighter as Amber's desire swelled, Cindy seemed less... constricting. "Oh, that part's definitely going to happen," she squealed, feeling every inch of her shaft slipping and sliding within the vixen, even as her knot started to tie them together.

"Should I... uhm... will I..."

Amber reached up, stroking Cindy's hair reassuringly. "You'll be fine," she said, her sac really starting to tense up now, forcing her legs awkwardly apart. "I'm not very big... ooohhh, for me."

Cindy yipped in alarm. "Fucking hell, what CAN'T you do?!"

"Ballet?"

"Dork."

"Regretting it yet?" the kitteh asked, voice thick with concern as her knot expanded in one big rush, bloating the fox's waistline enormously. "Wishing you'd just... oooohhh, asked me?"

"Fuck no! I've been... thinking about this ever since they cut that boy out of the bleachers!"

"You swear a lot," Amber giggled, but then dropped her voice. "You've really been thinking about this... ooohhh, that feels good... thinking about it for that long? That was September!"

"Well, to be honest... I've been thinking about it since grade four, when you had to switch from pants to skirts because you were still bigger than any boy in school," Cindy whispered, craning her neck to see Amber. "But I guess it's been... a little more obsessive... since Micah."

"I still can't believe you let the second boy I fwoomped into the band!"

"How could I not? He's cured of stage fright FOREVER. He's practically our mascot!"

"You're evil!"

"If we can't let anyone into the band that you've done anything naughty with, it's just going to be you... oooh, yes, right there... you with a harmonica..."

Amber laughed a little nervously. "'Right there' seems a little bit overkill right now, don't you think? Do you even know where 'right there' is?" she asked the exceedingly well-stretched vixen.

"I think 'right there' just knocked the lamp over."

"Sorry!"

"It's an ugly lamp. Mmmph... harder..."

"I... can't... move..." Amber grunted, thrusting as hard as she could with her hips and hardly making the slightest quiver, at least anything that was noticeable over and above her shuddering, pulsing anatomy. "Harder is... out of my paws..."

"That's... quitter talk..." Cindy wheezed, the knot within her expanding over and over again, now considerably larger than her own breasts, larger than her entire body had been before their little tryst. "I thought you were all... super-strong..."

Amber narrowed her eyes, glaring at the back of Cindy's still-immaculate hair. "Oh, really," she growled, the predatory glint back in her eyes. Pushing against Cindy's bloated hips she forced her body upright, managing to slide her legs forwards off of her sac. Only barely did she manage to get her footpads onto solid ground again, but it was enough. "You want... harder?"

"You don't... have it in you," Cindy said, tossing her golden tresses. "You're all talk."

The kitteh wasn't sure what was going on inside her body. The anchoring that connected her slender feline figure with the radically overgrown canine portions was starting to get quite substantial, squeezing her own tender insides in a manner that she found quite enticing. At those dismissive words, she felt everything inside tense, tighten, and billow forth once, filling Cindy out even further, and with a flex of Amber's phenomenal legs the paper-thin vixen lifted into the air.

"Is that all talk?"

"Urk..."

Amber's entire body shook like Jell-o when the first little gusts of pre flowed through her, although given her current size those little gusts were several gallons each. "Mmmmm, you're so... fucking... cute..." she purred, stroking Cindy's back, feeling the fox's flesh becoming springier and sloshier. "And bouncy... and cute..."

"You said cute... twice..."

"You're really, really cute..."

"Kind of a funny word... considering what you're doing to me..."

Little by little, Cindy's body blimped outwards, hardly sagging an inch considering the tremendous stress she was already under. Torso forced backwards by her breasts, her trim little frame grew more and more delightfully rounded by the second, Amber dragging her claws lightly along the vixen's fur. "Ruining your cheerleader's figure, is what I'm doing!"

Cindy's entire body shook, tightening and wriggling around Amber's hermness. "It feels... so... wierd... but so... HOT! No wonder... everyone wants you!" Cindy hiccuped, a trickle of white leaking from her mouth. "Oh, wow...!"

Amber stroked faster, feeling her own paws on her knot through Cindy's sides. "Mmmmf... it's usually... easier than this, though! Stupid... lotion..."

"It's like being... crushed by a sexy steamroller..."

"Thank you?"

"With boys... or myself... there's a little bit of pleasure... in a few different places..." Cindy wheezed, arms working madly to try and caress all of her expanding new flesh. "This... is everywhere... and it's SO MUCH... I can barely stand it!"

"I can barely stand!" Amber chuckled, still trying to lean backwards but finding it nearly impossible as her Cindy-condom inflated more and more. "Still ok?"

"Better than... ok... oh gods... that's new..."

"What? What is it? Are you ok? Should I stop? Er... try to stop?"

"NO!" Cindy shouted, one arm snaking back and gripping Amber's wrist, bring it right back to where the kitteh had been stroking. "DON'T STOP! It's... it's just... I don't know... what it is... oh, gods, keep going... more..."

"More?"

"MORE!"

It became harder for either girl to speak after that. For Cindy, it was because raw pressure was turning every exhalation into a frustrated grunt, and for Amber, because she was bearing down on herself with every ounce of strength, trying to coax herself over that precipice and into a full-blown orgasm before she managed to fill the basement with a pre-laden fox! Going off when they were already out of room, with the whole family gathered upstairs...

She shuddered. It didn't bear thinking about.

Then why do I keep thinking about it?

Shut up, brain! You ruin everything!

Spoilsport!

"Wh... wha... what... what is... are you... doing... to me..."

Cindy's voice was plaintive, almost petulant. Amber snuggled up to the sloshing vixen so hard her cream-and-gold arms sank several feet into the orange-furred girl. "What you... wanted..."

"It's never... felt like this... before..."

"No... shit!"

"No, I mean... whunggghh... I've felt... it before... but... never... like this... it's like... I'm close... close... close... close..."

Amber's eyes widened. She rubbed her cheek vigorously against Cindy's bouncy back, and asked, "Have you actually HAD an orgasm?!"

"I... thought... I... had... sex... feels... nice..."

"NICE?! If you've only had NICE... I got here just in time!"

"Nnn... nnn... nnn..."

"Nice?"

"Nnn... nnn... nnn..."

"Hon? Are you ok?"

"Nnn! NNN!"

Amber's concern rose as her friend began to twitch, but the sudden and florid flurry of clenching and spasming around her shaft confirmed that Cindy was all right; more than all right, in fact. Her physique might have been marred by the copious truckloads of seed that had been stuffed into her, and was continuing to flow in at an alarming pace, but the kitteh well knew that strange expression, somewhere between a painful grimace and ecstatic delight, that filled the fox's face. Arms out wide, virtually floating on a waterbed of her own fur, Cindy's eyes opened just long enough to roll back like a shark's.

Amber's eyes widened in shock when she felt those impossibly overtaxed internal muscles working on her canine cannon, stroking and squeezing in ways the kitteh had never experienced before. "Oh... oh gods, it's... that did it... I... oh, hold on, I'm so sorry..."

Cindy managed to nod in between shudders, holding onto her own bosom for dear life. "Nnnnnngg!" she managed, her well-trained and toned body enveloping Amber's twitching maleness.

Normally, Amber could achieve climax completely without the use of her hands, just by enjoying some naughty thoughts in the shower, and most of her other experiences had been exercises in self-control, holding BACK rather than giving it her all. Now, she felt wrung out like a cheap towel, her tendons sore and tender even as they began to reach their ultimate hardness. She had started to worry she wouldn't actually finish, but Cindy writhing orgasmically around her was just too much; she felt like a tiny snowball at the top of a hill, slowly building speed.

Her flow of pre-seed into Cindy's body trickled to a halt, even as she felt her shaft continuing to enlarge. Veins doubled in size to supply all of that steel-hard flesh, her knot redoubled it's efforts to keep them tied even though it was already the size of an overstuffed beanbag chair, and the pressure against her back increased alarmingly as her sac, each teste rising nearly as high as the tops of her ears, reached their apparent capacity and still continued to produce.

"Whnnng?" Cindy croaked, licking at the little puddle of white that had gathered on her swollen bosom.

"Not... not... done..."

Cindy's legs, sticking rather awkwardly out at a strange knot-distended angle, curled back to pat Amber's legs. "Told you," she whispered, finally coming down from her cloud. "All... talk."

Both girls could actually hear the tearing-leather sound as Amber's cock swelled one last time, urethra bulging far larger proportionally than it had any right to. The kitteh squeaked when her own legs, already straddling the base of her shaft like a horse, found both paws leaving the ground.

"You shouldn't... have said that..."

"I love y-"

---

Rufus pulled up to the house, an enormous old-fashioned wood-sided monstrosity that could probably have held two or three families quite comfortably. "Hot and rich?" he mumbled to himself, disengaging himself from his van. "Not that I care about that," he hastily amended, "but... wow."

This was the last house on the list, which probably served him right. It was close to midnight, and he had to assume that if anything untoward had happened, it would have certainly happened by now. The house was still standing, though, so... maybe he got lucky, and Amber didn't?

He raised a huge paw and knocked on the door.

---

The first thunderous surge of cum, no mere spurt of pre, caught both of them by surprise. Amber knew what her body could do under pressure, but this was a different feeling than those she was used to, almost as if her production had outpaced her body's ability to properly channel it. She felt her shaft stretching almost painfully around that immense volume of seed, and a moment later Cindy squalled in a mixture of shock and delight when her body inflated more in a single moment than it had with the countless gallons that had been slowly force-fed into her.

Already filling a sizeable portion of the basement, each eruption made the vixen's fuzzy outline less resemble the outline of Amber's cock, and more like the balloon she was so obviously becoming. The kitteh would have mumbled reassuring little nothings into Cindy's ears, but she was too overcome by the power of her own climax, far more intense than any of her recent trysts. She might have been bigger before, but this was, like Cindy said, something else.

Little by little, Cindy's body was forced upright by her belly, and both girls were rising slowly into the air, borne aloft by their respective cum-filled swells. Amber wrapped her arms around Cindy's body, more like snuggling as king-size mattress than a girl, holding on for dear life.

Another gust ripped through her, white-hot lancing through her loins and along her incredible length, and each time the feeling left her, the vixen got a little bigger, a little fuller, and a little tighter. The sounds of the movie faded as expanding bellyfur blocked the speakers, and a moment later the entire television stand was knocked over.

"S-sorry," Amber managed, gasping in between breaths that seemed to rip the air from her lungs. Nothing could have surprised her more than what Cindy said in response.

"More," the fox breathed. "More."

"Stop... saying... that!" Amber pleaded, her ridiculously overfilled sac pulling tighter against her rump and somehow finding the strength to keep producing more.

The couch was next, covered with tumbled blankets and pillows, gliding slowly back until it met the far wall. It was a big basement, much more spacious than any single room in Amber's house, but it was growing far too cramped far too quickly.

Cindy turned her head slightly, which wasn't easy considering the burgeoning bulges pressing hard against her, arms all but lost by the seed-filled bulk of her body. "I knew... you could do it," she said thickly, eyes bugged out. She would have widened them further in shock, if she were able, when she beheld the twin fuzzy white sphere's of the kitteh's testes looming behind them. "What the...!"

"I warned you," Amber seethed, gnawing mindlessly at Cindy's back, hips humping uselessly. "I warned you!"

"F-fuck..."

Cindy was pressed up against two walls now, the soft sigh of her fur slowly thinning like the gentle falling of a million fluffy snowflakes. "How much... more..."

"Too... much!"

Cindy shuddered, and then giggled nervously. "That's three walls!"

Amber moaned. "The fourth is... behind my... balls..."

It was like floating in a sea of white and orange fur, only the sea level was rising all around them. Bobbing like buoys in a gentle current, the two tied sweethearts inched closer to the ceiling. Amber's climax was now less a series of geysering spouts and more of a torrential flood, and she was able to, with great effort, focus her eyes once more. "All this," she purred exhaustedly, "just to get me... to sing in front of the school?"

"Good... idea... at the time..." Cindy managed, voice strained as the pressure within her grew to maddening levels, pressing on her erogenous zones from the inside as well as out. "Next time... bigger room."

"Next time?!"

The vixen bared her teeth menacingly, made somewhat less scary by the fact that she looked like an overinflated blow-up doll. "Yes... next... time!"

"You're the boss," Amber just laughed, snuggling up to Cindy's back and letting herself go, no longer trying to control or halt anything. She licked at the fox's fur, enjoying Cindy's fruity tastes mingling with her own muskiness. "If this didn't scare you off, you should see what I can do when I'm not holding back!"

"Holding... back?"

"I told you," the kitteh smirked, swatting Cindy's rump and watching the ripples passing through her body. "Small basement! I held back for dear life!"

"Eep."

"Mmm hmm, now just ACK!"

"What?"

Amber ducked her head down, but it was no use. Another flood of seed, another jostling of their bodies and the back of her head bumped against the ceiling again. "No more room!"

Cindy stretched languidly, although from Amber's point of view she might as well have just been motionless. "Eh, who cares..."

"This is your house! Your family's upstairs!"

"They'll move."

Amber squeaked, half terror and half wonder, as the ceiling pressed down on them, her body now trapped between her own softening pupmakers, Cindy's rapidly tightening belly, and off-pink stuccoed drywall. Her ears twitched, swiveling back and forth, when her unstoppable outflow was met by a creaking of floor joists unaccustomed to bending the other way.

"Mmmmfff! Tight!"

The far corners of the room slowly filled with fox. As Amber's sac receded, Cindy's body was more than willing to take up the available space, and then some. Both girls felt like they were drowning in a warm, sloshing waterbed.

"I hate you."

"I love you, too."

---

Enzio Shasta, Cindy's uncle, dealt another round of cards to the foxes around the table, and eyed the wildly disproportionate piles of chips each one had piled up before them. His own stacks of chips couldn't even be called stacks, anymore. Not heaps, not piles, not even little mounds. The blue and white chips, in fact, were far too singular for his taste.

"Ok, I'm going to win some of that back this round," he said, eyes narrowing. Everyone else's eyes did, too. Playing poker against a half dozen foxes was a particular kind of hell; their reputation for cunning and deceit was not only legendary, it was well-deserved.

"Yeah, right, Enzio. You say that every year."

"I feel lucky."

"You say that around midnight every time, too."

"Shut up and play."

There was a knock from the front door. Seven pairs of ears swiveled, but not one person was willing to stand up. "Ok, is anyone going to get that?" said Cyane, Mona's mother. "It's after midnight, it's got to be one of your friends. Or maybe Mona forgot her key. Or it's one of Cindy's no-good ex-boyfriends."

On the table, a tall pile of red chips canted to the left and fell over. "Hey, quit moving the table," said one of Enzio's older brothers, a greying fox with tiny black eyes. "You're not going to win by cheating."

"I'm not moving anything! Ok, someone's at the door again, SOMEONE has to go get that!"

"I'm not leaving my cards here! What's that sound?"

"It's just the house settling. Play!"

The next round of discards and draws happened lightning fast. Another stack of chips fell, and Enzio had the distinct feeling that his chair was rising. "Does anyone else feel that?"

"House settling!"

"Houses don't settle up."

"LIke you know. Your houses just fall over after a year."

"I BUILD QUALITY HOMES!"

"That's for the courts to decide."

"He's knocking again."

"FINE!" Enzio said, standing up in frustration and tossing his cards down. "Lousy hand anyways. I'll get the door, you all waste your lives playing cards." He turned and left the kitchen in a huff, trying to fight the odd sensation that he was walking downhill.

Opening the door was a little bit of a shock, though. Standing before the five-foot-six Enzio, by all accounts a large and strong example of vulpine stock, was the six-foot-six shaggy monstrosity of Rufus, who was still wearing his too-small Hub employee smock. The wild eyes weren't helping.

"Can I... help you?" Enzio asked.

"Yeah! Hi! Uhm, is Cindy here?"

"Yeah, she's in the basem-"

"YES!"

"...-ment. Should I go warn... er, tell her you're here?"

"Yes, please!

Enzio looked dubiously up and down at the boy. If he's an ex-boyfriend, that girl is more adventurous than I thought! "Ok, just... one second."

The fox walked over to the little door that led downstairs and rattled the handle, but it wouldn't budge. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Girls," he said, happy that he had somehow only produced boys. They were so much less trouble! He banged on the door, and called down, "Cindy! You awake?"

There was a strange sound from below, half whispered conversation and half what sounded like a champagne cork going off. He was about to ask again when he heard the distant voice of his niece calling, "Yeah, Uncle Enzio! *hic* What's up?"

"There's a... boy at the front door to see you."

"My name's Rufus," Rufus called helpfully.

"You stay out of this," he grunted. He turned back to the door and said "He says his name's Rufus. Are you ok?"

"FINE! *hic* NOTHING! I TRIPPED!"

"Why do you sound like you're under the floorboards?"

"NOTHING! HOLD.... oh, gods, that feels good, right there... HOLD ON!"

Enzio tapped his foot impatiently. A glance to the right confirmed that Rufus still completely filled the doorway, eyes huge and helpful, hands wringing nervously. "You know, it's rude to come knocking at midnight."

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir, but it's very important."

"You could have just called."

"I don't have her numb... er, and my phone died."

Enzio's eyes narrowed. "Really."

"Er... yes?"

THe fox took a deep breath and prepared to pound on the doorway again when he heard Cindy cry out. "Tell him to come to the back door! She'll meet Roofie there! I mean, we both will! I can walk!"

There were gales of laughter from the basement, and Enzio just assumed he was once again the brunt of some immature joke. "Fine. Whatever. You, Chewie."

"Roofie."

"Whatever. Back door."

"Thank you, sir!"

"And NO SHENANIGANS!"

"I wouldn't dream of it, sir!"

Rufus padded hastily around the side of the house, and at long last reached the back yard. Bloody hell, this house was big! The lawn stretched off into the distance like the big football field at Circe High. He could see half a dozen windows lit up within the great house, but the handful of narrow basement windows at ground level were all darkened. Were they even home?

He found the wide, shallow steps that led beneath the back porch and found a huge sunken stone and tile patio just off the basement. "Man, some people know how to live," he mumbled, lifting a huge paw to knock on the door, praying he wasn't too late.

His paw hit nothing but air, though. Opening the door and smiling innocently in the light of the single dim bulb was Amber, wearing only a pink tank top and a pair of grey woollen longjohns that highlighted far more than they covered. "Hi, Roofcakes!" Amber said, stepping outside into the brisk night air, radiating heat like a campfire. "What's up?"

"Amber!" he cried, nearly collapsing with relief. "Thank gods I got here in time! Look... I was looking at the security tapes, and... you know I don't mean to be a snitch, or get between friends, but... tonight, while you were at the Hub, Cindy swapped something out of your backpack. It looked like your medicated lotion."

Bracing for the angry explosion, Rufus's jaw dropped when Amber simply lifted one of the Cherrillos to her mouth and it with a deft flick of her tiny pink lighter. "Yeah, I know."

"What?! You know?! Well... uhm... thank heavens, I guess!" he said, unsure what else to say. "I'm just glad you found out before anything happened!"

"Mmmm. If you wanted me to find out before anything happened, you should have been here before we put the second movie on."

"Yeah. Wait, what?"

Amber took a drag on the little cigarillo and puffed it out into the midnight air, scratching at herself rather indecently. Over and above the scent of the fruity tobacco, Rufus's sensitive nose picked up the earthen and maddenly enticing aroma of musk, something he'd smelled on Amber many times in the past. "Yeah, I found out a little while ago."

"What happened?"

"Hello!"

Rufus stopped and turned to look through the basement door. There was a short hallway there, lit by a single bare bulk, and what he'd assumed to be a curtain separating the little corridor from the rest of the living space. The curtain turned out to have a little wiggling leg in the middle of it, and he could just make out a few fingers near the top of the arched passageway.

"What?" he said dumbly.

Cindy's voice came from just beyond those fingers, and with a painfully familiar jiggle the wall of orange fur oozed a few more inches through the archway. "Hi, Roofie!" A puff of smoke came from the little gap created by that wedged paw. "These are pretty good!"

Rufus looked from the wall of vixen to the sultrily casual kitteh, and back again. A puddle of viscous white was slowly seeping around the fox's fur and wetting the expensive slate tiles of the entryway. "Bluh..."

Amber patted his hand. "You were just trying to help, Rufus, and really... thank you. Seriously. That's more thoughtful than SOME PEOPLE I CAN THINK OF!" she called meaningfully through the door.

"Best interests! I know what's good for you, et cetera!" Cindy called back drunkenly.

"Bitch."

"Slut."

"What?" Rufus shook his head in bewilderment.

Amber and Cindy laughed, high, pure and tinkling with innocence. The kitteh stepped closer and hugged the big Newf, resting her weighty endowments against his forelegs. "Thank you, Roof. You're a good friend."

Rufus just sighed, and hugged her back. "You're going to be the death of me, Amber, I swear."

"You're like the scarily protective big brother I never had, and my dad is trying to be."

"Hey, what's with the insults?" Rufus laughed. He glanced again at the woefully overfilled fox, and had to resist the urge to either poke Cindy, or ask her out. If she can handle Amber...

"Want a drag?"

"Nah, I'm... I'm good. Are... are you two ok?"

"Yeah, I think so."

The house creaked, despite the lack of wind. "Amber, it keeps making funny noises!" Cindy called from inside.

"Don't worry, if it was going to collapse, it would have done it by now. You're just going to have to sleep down there for the next, uh... week."

"Woo hoo! Nine day weekend!"

When Rufus got back into his van, his head was swimming. He'd tried to prevent anything bad from happening to Amber, and from the looks of it, nothing had, although none of it was thanks to him. That was good, wasn't it? She was a big grrl, and could take care of herself. Cindy definitely got what she deserved, though she was perhaps a little too pleased with the results.

Amber finished her smoke, retrieved Cindy's so she didn't burn her fur, and stubbed them both out on the patio stones. Shutting the basement door behind her and enjoying the warmth coming off of the seed-filled cheerleader, Amber snuggled up to the exposed fur, one hand playing with the fox's footpaw and the other squeezing her hand. "So... think we blew his mind?"

"No doubt about it," Cindy said distantly.

Giving in to her unconscious urges, Amber started grooming Cindy, although she knew it would be months before she could actually get to ALL of her. Her tiny pink tongue lapped at that thin, wispy fur as exhaustion settled over her foggy mind. "Will your parents kill you?"

"Probably. Eventually. They might be too embarrassed."

"It's your only hope." She licked at Cindy's fingers. "I suppose I should say thank you, but I don't want to encourage you."

"Ooo, encourage, encourage!"

Amber laughed. "You're evil."

"You love it."

"'Evil' is just love backwards... mostly."

"Damn right. We're still friends, girl. Friends forever."

"Good. Get some sleep."

"You, too," Cindy mumbled dreamily. "You've got a big day tomorrow."

"Don't remind me. Singing on a STAGE. I'm gonna make you pay for this."

"What?! You're GOING to make me pay for this? What do you call all THIS?" Cindy's paw flapped wildly, indicating the enormity of her formerly flawless figure.

"Oh, that's just an appetizer, to make you think twice next time you want to mess with my medication. I still owe you a revenge-fwoomping."

"Eep."

"Damn right, eep. Someday, when you least expect it, when you've forgotten all about this conversation, when you're just minding your own business... bam."

Cindy's bulk shuddered. "You make it sound so... dastardly."

"That's me, baby. That's me." She nibbled Cindy's footpaw and curled up on the heated slate floors, fishing a blanket out of the nearby closet. "You make a good pillow."

"I make a better waterbed."

"Next time. Next time."

"Sweet dreams."

"You too."

"Bitch."

"Slut."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."