Amber - Part 9 - Child Of The City by Dissident Love

Amber - Part 9 - Child Of The City

Dissident Love, Cock Growth, Cum Inflation, Feline, Hermaphrodite, Hyper, Hyper herm, Inflation, Lots of fun, Party, Skunk, h/h

#9 of Amber's Stories

New Years Eve... in the city!

It's a dream come true for Amber. She hasn't been to the City since early the previous summer, before her growth really started to get out of hand. Millions of people congregating for the biggest party of the year, and a certain hyper kitteh has a ticket to one of the biggest bashes in town!

This is a big moment for Amber. Another big first for her.

I won't say any more. You'll have to read it for yourself.

FWOOMPING!

Amber's 69 First Dates

Part 9 - Child Of The City

by Dissident Love

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,

New Years! WOOO! Going to the city!! WOOO!! With my parents! Wooo... And most of Dad's family.

Uhm... yay.

Ok, it wasn't all that bad. I have to admit, I was a little worried about it, because Dad's family has always been a little weird around me and Mom. They're a little old fashioned, and the idea of marrying not just a feline, but an ostensibly domestic feline, never really sat all that well with them.

I mean, they're cool with us now. He doesn't have a very BIG family, but they're fairly well-off, so a lot of the holidays find us either at his parent's place, or at his brother's pad in the City. He has an apartment that's twice the size of our house. I don't know what he does for work, but it fucking PAYS.

I thought it was going to be a fairly dull night in, watching the balls drop at midnight, but it turned out a little... different than that.

I may never look my mom in the eye again.

"Cold cold cold cold cold," Amber muttered, jamming her hands still further into her coat pockets. Her hood was up, fur trim a halo around her face, and for once she was wearing proper long pants. They were heavy cotton and fairly wind-proof, but whereas her skirts actually tried to mute her bulges, her new trousers seemed to exist purely to draw attention to them. "Can we go in somewhere and get a coffee?"

Sierra glanced behind them at the huge, thronged sidewalks. "Amber," she said patiently, "we just LEFT the Starbucks."

"It didn't take. I'm still cold." Her cream-and-gold tail was wrapped around her waist, shielding itself from the wind. "I want a coffee I can just pour down my pants every thirty seconds."

A well-dressed businessmink glanced down at her in amusement as he passed. Above them all the great, towering buildings and skyscrapers blocked out all but a thin strip of clear winter sky, and even at this late morning hour there was enough buzzing neon at street level to read by. It was a different sort of sensory overload for the young kitteh, and her baseline level of nervousness was very high.

"Honey, please just try to enjoy yourself. Please? We talked about this in the car. It's not even below freezing!"

"There's ice on my whiskers!"

The older calico looked at her daughter and rolled her eyes. "That's just foam from your mocha-salted-caramel truffle-butter-muffin whatever-the-fuck-it-was latte," she sighed. "Honestly, you'd think people forgot that coffee is supposed to be the main ingredient in coffee."

"Coffee should only be black when you're so sleepy you can't open your eyes," Amber said automatically. "Once your taste buds wake up, it needs... you know... stuff."

"The only thing your stuff needed was some coffee."

"Oh, zip it."

"You zip it."

"No, you."

"You!"

Amber smiled behind her ruffled hood, watching the hustle and bustle of the City pass her by. There were more people just on this city block than there were in all of Circe High, and if you counted the nine blocks around them, probably all of Circe itself. This was her first trip here in close to six months, since before her end-of-summer growth spurts, and she'd initially been terrified that her new-and-improved curves would garner far too much attention.

After an hour out and about, and receiving hardly more than a second glance, she didn't know if she was relieved or saddened. She'd even pondered fluffing herself up a little bit in the Starbucks bathroom and loosening her restraints a smidgen, but the thought of her mother's potential reactions put a stop to that. Either she'd have been horrified, OR she'd have been wholly for it, and the young herm wasn't prepared for either discussion.

More than just her bountiful lap, though, her quiet hometown differed from the locals in other ways. There were a number of species that she'd only ever seen on television, her feline kin decidedly under-represented. There were draconians and raccoons, pandas and penguins, and she'd even seen a sharklady walking around (perhaps the only person more bundled up than Amber herself!) It was like a racial rainbow.

The other major difference was that most of them seemed perfectly happy in long sleeves, without any sort of coat, whereas Amber was wearing all of her winter clothing and was still worried about hypothermia.

"Heh. Heh. Hyperthermia," she giggled.

"What was that, dear?"

"Nothing."

"Sure it wasn't some sort of cheezy hyper-pun?"

Amber rolled her oversized eyes. "Curse your ears."

Sierra flicked Amber's straining cargo pants with her sleeve. "You can make all the puns you want, dear. A sense of humor is the most rational and healthy way of coping." She laughed to herself, glancing up in recollection. "One time, your father-"

"AUGH! Not another Dad story! I'd cover my ears, but then I'd have to take them out of my pockets."

"Look, you're going to have to get used to the cold, we're here for three more days, and I'm pretty sure you're not going to want to spend New Years Eve in the City tucked away in the guest bed."

Amber pondered, watching a young pup-couple walk by, arm in arm. "Am I alone in the bed?" she mused.

"YES!"

The hyper-kitteh nodded. "Then I will have to get used to the cold. So, what's the first stop?"

The whole family had rolled into the City around nine o'clock the previous night, and managed to find Uncle Dylan's building by nine thirty. The parking garage had extended for five levels below the street, and the farther down they traveled the more expensive the cars had become. They ended up parking their big, sturdy, cheap sedan in between two European cars that probably cost more than their house back in Circe.

Dylan's apartment was fully one half of the thirtieth floor. Amber wasn't sure how many bedrooms it had. She thought there were at least five, but she'd gotten lost while exploring. It was like something out of a movie. Everything was marble, or mahogany, or chrome steel, or silk.

"What does Uncle Dylan do again?" she asked in wonder, stepping off the elevator and into a tiny private lobby that had its own fountain, with an actual palm tree in the middle of it. To each side were huge arch top double doors, one with a bronze plaque that read 3001, and one that read 3002. "This is nicer than City Hall, and this is just the lobby for this floor."

"I told you, he's a legal consultant."

"As opposed to the illegal kind?"

Liam, her towering father, chuckled. "No, as in, where a course of action generally involving interstate trade or international trade might encounter some entanglements with taxes, fair trade regulations, stock liabilities-"

"Right, he's a suit," Amber stated, skipping over to 3001 and knocking. "How can I get that sort of job?"

"First, you're going to need the sorts of parents that can afford to send you to a really good university. Second, you're going to need to replace your brain with one that can stay on-topic for more than thirty seconds..."

"I'll kick you," she rumbled.

The door opened, revealing a peculiar doppelganger of her father, every inch as tall but far less massive, and wearing the sort of silk shirt and tie that hard-working Liam would never consider practical. "And third," Dylan said in smooth tones, "you'll need to resign yourself to a soulless corporate existence that robs your waking hours of joy and togetherness."

Amber frowned. "That last one might be a bit of a problem," she pouted, before leaping forwards. "HEY UNCLE DYLAN!" she cried, hugging him around the waist, the young calico barely coming up to his chest.

There was much hugging and handshaking as the family trundled into Dylan's spacious home, arms loaded with luggage. Standing side by side, the relationship between Liam and Dylan was unmistakable, their virtually identical doberman muzzles pulled back in virtually identical grins. From the neck down they could hardly have been more different though.

And only one of them ended up with the hyper genes, Amber thought to herself. Lucky boy, there, Dylan! Dodged a bullet!

"Sierra, lovely as always," Dylan smiled, giving the older feline a quick peck on the cheek. "And Amber! My goodness, look at you! I can't tell if you're looking more like your mother every day, or if she's looking more like you."

"I'm not sure if I should take offense to one of those, or both," Amber said, baring her fangs.

"It's complimentary, Ambs, honest! Your mother is very fetching."

"Now I think I should take offense," Liam rumbled.

Dylan looked around, from kitteh to feline to canine, and shook his head. "You're all going to kill me, aren't you?"

"Only after you give us the key-code to your apartment," Amber giggled.

They had stayed up for several hours in the kitchen, eating cold leftover pizza and drinking wine, although Amber had to resign herself to cola. The living room was incredibly spacious, the dining room held a table big enough for twelve high-backed chairs, and there were two separate terraces, but they only ever seemed to hang out in the kitchen, enjoying the bar stools and the low lights.

"The City... has the best pizza," Amber moaned around her eleventh piece. "We don't get ANYTHING this good back home."

Dylan watched in amusement as she finished off the last of the leftovers, and then poked her flat tummy, but careful to keep his hands away from her mountainous lap. "Where, dare I ask, are you packing all of this? I've seen your mom tear into a roast chicken and only leave a plate of spinning bones, but this is just terrifying."

Amber blushed, nibbling on a crust. "Just a good metabolism," she murmured. "Surely Dad ate like this when he was a pup."

"Now, Amber, that's not kitchen talk," her father said, sipping at his wine.

Dylan's grin told Amber all she needed to know. "Sorry, Dad," she said demurely, winking at her uncle.

Growing up, Dylan had always been the most frightening of her father's sizable family, due in no small part to his sheer height. She was as tall as she was likely ever to be and she didn't even reach the pocket on his shirts; in her youth, she had often knocked herself silly on his kneecap. Later on, though, at family gatherings, he had proved to always be the one with the unlocked Netflix account for her to watch, the one who had the best music in his car when they went for drives, and the one who was always more than willing to make fun of the other canines when they were out of earshot.

In short, it was safe to say that dear Uncle Dylan was not just her only uncle, but her favorite uncle, too.

After she had raided the fridge of several other leftover portions and a piece of cake that Dylan claimed to not remember ever actually putting in there, she bid her rapidly-inebriating folks a good night and set a course for bed. On the third try she actually found the right bedroom, and marked it with a smudge of white icing for future reference.

She closed the door and leaned against it, taking in the opulence of what Dylan referred to as 'the smaller guest bedroom'. King side bed... enormous windows that displayed the panoramic splendor of the City... a television mounted to the wall bigger than any in her house, bigger even than the one Cindy kept in the basement.

Chewing her cake, she started the long, arduous process of de-restraining herself. It was December 30th. Tomorrow was going to be a blast.

"Shopping!" she giggled, clapping like a schoolgirl.

Amber shivered, burrowing deeper into her coats. "Are you just going to mentally regress the older I get?" she groused. "Seriously, you act more like a teenager than anyone in school."

Sierra stuck out her tiny, sandpapery tongue. "You're a spoilsport, you know that? There's a party tonight! A big party! Like... a capitalized Party! I haven't been to one of these since you were just a kitten, and Dylan gets invited to the BEST ones! And, you, little miss fwoompy pants, are going to have fun, or else."

The younger feline's cheeks burned. "We agreed that you would stop using that word."

Her mother looked confused. "Pants?"

"No."

"Fun?"

"No!"

"Hmmm... and?"

"FWOOMP!"

Sierra just grinned. "But it's such a cute word! And the name of your band, I seem to recall..."

Amber threw back her hood, thoughts of the cold gone; the rising fire of her frustration was keeping her warm now. "We agreed. That you. Would stop. Using. That. Word."

Sierra nodded meekly. "Sorry, dear. I really thought you were getting more used to it."

"It's only the name of the band because Cindy was in charge of making the f... freaking posters, and because she knew it would draw a crowd. I never agreed to it." She pouted, glancing up as they passed another Starbucks. "Ooo, can we go in? One more drink!"

"YOU, little miss, need less caffeine. We wouldn't want to make you... hyper."

Amber just stared. "If you put on shades and say, 'Yeah', I swear I'm hitch-hiking home."

The plans had been set up the week before, Dylan calling on very short notice. The O'Malley's New Years schedule had so far consisted of Amber agreeing to stay home, not go anywhere fun and not wear anything revealing in the slightest. There had been a few phone calls with Cindy's parents just before Crimbo, followed by a brief visit by mall security, and all in all it had put a little bit of consternation into the holidays.

Together, her parents had presented a unified front of parental disappointment.

Separately, each one had been a peculiar combination of amused and jealous.

Her father had come to her shortly after Crimbo with a special present purchased just for her, and an interminable, agonizing speech about how important it was for her to follow her heart wherever it might take her, and to satisfy any curiosities and longings she might have. He was proud of his daughter for taking that important leap and becoming intimate with Cindy, for now she wouldn't spend her life second-guessing.

Amber had shuddered, eager to start repressing those memories as soon as he was out of the room.

Her mother had sat down with her very late the night after, when Amber had been watching Crimbo movies. Liam had been in bed for an hour, and Sierra had been into the holiday wine. She had also presented her daughter with a little present, put her arm around the younger kitteh, and asked rather un-subtly if Cindy truly was 'all natural'.

Both had the decency not to mention the mall Uncle Crimbo, and Amber was happy enough to try and forget that chapter of her life had ever happened.

Dylan's phone call the next day, inviting them out to the City entirely on his dime, had therefore been the best present she'd received.

Sierra reached into the pocket of her light, jaunty coat and pulled out a tiny black leather rectangle. "Look, Dylan's given us his charge card, and said we can get whatever we need for the party. BOTH of us. He used to do that for us back in the day, back when he was a little bit more flashy with his cash. It's been ten years since me and your father have been to one of these shindigs, and I'm worried you're getting too much of a small town mentality."

"What sort of mentality is that?" she grumbled, watching the Starbucks fade into the distance behind them.

"Just... I don't know," her mother said, waving her hands vaguely. "Circe's not very big. We wanted a quieter life, out from the craziness of the city, but there's some things a person's got to experience, and living in the City is definitely one of them."

"I'm not exactly living here, Mom. We're here until Tuesday."

"Oh, yes, it's just a visit, but it's such an exciting place! One of Dylan's clients has the entire Land's End Casino for New Years. THE ENTIRE CASINO, Amber. There's music, and dancing, and glamorous people and... and..."

Amber blinked, eying her mother up and down. "Your tail's doing that thing again, Mom."

"It most certainly is NOT!" Sierra said haughtily, hiding her exceedingly fluffed-up tail behind her.

The hyper-kitteh chewed her lip. Oh, gods, what have I gotten myself into. Her tail did the exact same thing when we were talking about Cindy... "Look, I don't know about any 'small town mentality', Mom, and I fully intend to have as much fun tonight as the law will allow me." Her mother squeed at such a pitch Amber was afraid she'd punctured an ear drum. "Yes, thank you. It's just weird to be palling around with my mom, preparing to buy slutty outfits with your brother-in-laws credit card."

"Slutty?" the older feline said, aghast. "That's hardly... well, ok, that's sort of true, but you shouldn't just be FOCUSING on that part. FANCY outfits. That... just so happen to be the tiniest bit slutty."

Unable to contain herself any further, Amber grinned. "We're taking the word back, right?"

"Fuck yeah!" Sierra grinned, pumping the air with a tiny fist. "Rock the casbah!"

The kitteh sighed and rolled her eyes, yet again. "Ok, first of all, if you're going to hang out with me, you need to stop saying stuff from the sixties..."

"The six-... that's from 1982, you little brat!"

"So what's going on, babe?" Cindy said excitedly. "How's the City?"

"Oh, good, good. Can't complain. Well, I can, but she'd probably hear me." Amber shuffled her new phone (the year's second-best Crimbo present) around to her other shoulder, stirring her new latte while her mother gabbed with the barrista. "How're you doing, babe?"

"Super! Hanging out with the family. We've got a houseload again, what with the holidays and all."

"Fun!"

"Mona's here."

Amber froze. "O-oh! Uhm... say hi to her for me!"

There was a cackle of laughter on the other end of the line. "HAH! I knew it! I knew you'd react like that! Oh my gods, grrl, you're so easy to mess with. She said to say hi to you, too, and that you'd probably get all stuttery again."

"Again? I didn't-"

"You so did. I thought you were going to fake death just to get out of hugging her that morning."

"But she came downstairs! She saw... she saw..."

"She saw what ended up being one part of my butt, yes, I recall," Cindy said flatly. "She then proceed to poke me with a spoon for ten minutes until I giggled so loudly I woke everyone up."

"Look, I said sorry-"

Cindy's laughter cut her off once again. "It's all right, it's all right. I told you, my family is very open. Most of them thought it was scandalously hilarious. And Mona! Oh my gods, her eyes went about as big as your-"

"Don't say it."

"...balls," Cindy finished smugly.

Amber grumbled. "I hate you."

"I love you, too," the fox chortled. "Oh! Mona says she's kind of glad she doesn't get as big as you."

"Yeah, no kidding."

"Her boyfriend only has a mid-sized car."

Amber paused, coffee halfway to her lips. "Hold on. Are you saying-"

"She did it! THEY did it! In his car!" Cindy howled. "They had to get the jaws of life!"

In spite of herself, Amber closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. "Go, Mona," she murmured. "I knew she could do it. Uh... how's the boyfriend doing?"

"Oh, he's good. Got him out of the Fwoomp Ward at the hospital in time for Crimbo dinner."

"Fuck you, there's no such ward."

"Maybe there is and maybe there isn't. But now it's got you thinking, hasn't it?"

Sierra came and sat down, munching on a rum-cherry cake pop. "Sorry, I just had to ask him something. Where were w-... oh! You're on the phone. Sorry."

"OOH! Is that your Mom?" Cindy asked. "Is she being all weird and best-friendy still?"

"Yes," Amber said simply, wishing she could hang up on her best friend before the conversation got any more awkward. "Look, I have to go. Mom's back, and we're about to go shopping. In the City. With an unlimited credit card. Without you."

The raspberry that blew over the phone was loud enough that it was heard two tables over. Sierra's ears perked up. "Amber, are you messing with someone? That's Cindy, isn't it."

"Bye bye, taa taa, gotta go," Amber said hastily. "See you when we get back!"

"Don't forget to fu-"

The hyper-kitteh clicked the touchscreen and cut her best friend off.

Sierra stared at her with open amusement. "So. Cindy," she said casually, trying not to leer and failing miserably. "And how is she doing?"

"Super," Amber replied, tucking the phone away and burying her stubby muzzle in her latte.

"Had a good Crimbo then?"

"Yes, Mom," she muttered, licking foam from her lips. "You saw her two days ago, remember? When you finally said I wasn't grounded under lock and key?"

"Lock yes, key no. The locks were largely symbolic, anyways." Her mother leaned across the table and squeezed Amber's free hand. "Honey, I'm trying to bond with you. I know Cindy's your best friend, and I'm glad she's STILL your friend, after... all that."

"I know, Mom."

"Can we just try to enjoy New Years together? Please?"

The expression of open, earnest hope on the mature calico's face was more than Amber could bear. She sighed, and did what she always did: she surrendered. "Of course, Mom," she chuckled in resignation, sipping her latte. "That's all I ever wanted, really. That... and for you to stop saying the f-word."

Sierra bat her eyes innocently. "What word is that, dear?"

Dylan and Liam reclined on the smaller terrace, each clasping both paws to an oversized mug of hot coffee. In spite of the windchill thirty storeys up, they wore only shorts and t-shirts. The girls had gone out an hour before, but the two huge canines had stayed up until the very early morning, talking and reminiscing, and were still trying to clear the cobwebs from their brains.

"I still don't think the whole credit-card thing was such a great idea," Liam rumbled.

"They looked so happy, though! Did you see Sierra's eyes light up? Her tail was doing that thing..." Dylan wriggled his toes, wondering why his big brother wasn't showing the slightest sign of discomfort. Bloody hell, it's cold out here!

"That's one downside, yes," the much heavier doberman said grimly. "When she gets like that, it's... she's a live wire, Dylan. You throwing money at her is going to make her unbearable when we go back to Circe, and it's just the one mall again."

"Oh, I'm hardly throwing money at her. That's one of the guest account cards, I can write all of it off as promotional expenses, and let's face it: she's not the only one that could use a treat in her life."

Liam's eyes narrowed and he rumbled again, wordlessly. Dylan had always been the brains of the outfit, from a certain point of view. They both had booksmarts to spare, and in fact Liam spoke several more languages and had a far broader base of education and experience to draw upon, but Dylan was a genius when it came to big-picture planning. To him, the worlds of people and business and finance were just puzzles that seemed patently obvious, whereas Liam had trouble just doing his taxes.

"Her life is a little complicated right now, and I'm just not sure that free money is what she needs."

"Mmm," Dylan nodded, sipping his coffee. "Saying that because of how much good our money did when you were that age?"

"Not at all-"

"Because I'm willing to bet it wasn't the car Dad bought you, or the stereo Mom bought you, or the fancy private school you went to that was the, ah, biggest influence on your life at that age," he continued meaningfully.

Liam's expression hardened, but a moment later Dylan's coffee spoon tumbled through the air and bounced harmlessly off of the bigger canine's far more filled shorts. He snorted and glared at his brother, who returned it with a knowing grin.

"Voted the schools #1 Man Whore, if I recall correctly-"

Dylan had to duck to avoid the spoon's return trajectory, the simple metal utensil nearly embedding itself in the wooden deck chair. It clattered to the slate tiles, bent into a twisted U-shape. His smile never slipped, though, and he watched the gears grind away in his brother's head.

"You're really torn up about this, aren't you," he said gently, knowing the older man could probably snap him like a twig. "Hyper genes right off the bat, and from the looks of things, she's putting you to shame in that department."

"Is that why you invited us out here? Amber?" Liam's voice was level, but it was obvious the effort it took. "I know you mean well, but Amber is my responsibility... OUR responsibility, and we don't need you butting in."

The slender canine grunted in exasperation. "I'm not butting in! Well, ok, granted, I guess I totally am, but it's not because I don't think you're doing an awesome job, or because I think I could ever do better. I just think they could use something silly and frivolous and expensive once in a while."

"We don't need your money."

"You're really going to be a dick about this, aren't you?" Dylan muttered, getting up and heading inside. "I'm going to throw on some pants. Unlike you, I actually notice the cold."

When he came back out, safely protected by a matching black jogging suit, Liam was leaning against the railing, staring out at the City. Dylan expected to have to dodge the coffee mug this time, but when he joined his brother at the edge of the terrace, the bulky man was smiling.

"I know it's not the money," he said at last. "I know it's not about the parenting, and I know it's not about Mom and Dad. It's just... she's young, and she's fragile, and she's-"

"Hyper?"

Liam nodded. "More than I ever was." He shook his head and tilted his mug, watching stray droplets plummet hundreds of feet to the ground below. "It's like I'm being torn in two. I want to protect her, but I want her to figure things out for herself. It's not her that worries me, it's the rest of the world."

"It ain't the same as when we were growing up."

"Nope."

"Uhm. I was going to mention it tonight at the party, but this seems like as good a time as any. I've got some... business associates that might be able to help her-"

Liam's head snapped over. "We don't need any of that sort of help."

The trim canine held up his hands. "Whoa! I've got more than one type of business associate. It's the above-board ones that are hosting the shindig tonight, and-"

"Still no. I don't need anyone influencing her. To be honest, I'm not all that comfortable with me influencing her. Just... and I'm saying this from a position of love... leave her alone."

Dylan nodded. "I thought you'd say that. I just had to offer, you know."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." He finished his coffee and chuckled. "Is there going to be any people I might know at this party?"

"You mean, people you've arrested in the past?" Dylan's eyes sparkled. "Maybe. A couple. Possibly. I can't say for sure. I'm sure it's all water under the bridge, though, right?"

"Yup. Water. Bridges. All that."

The younger O'Malley finished his own drink and slapped his brother's shoulder. "Come on, let's hit the road. I've got an appointment for you at eleven. My tailor's gonna fit you for a suit."

"I brought my suit."

"The same suit you had last time? And the time before? And the time before that?"

"... maybe."

"Mom, we've been walking in circles for an hour, can we please just hail a cab or something? I'm blistering over here."

"Blistering? I thought you were cold?"

"You know what I mean."

Her mother glanced once again at her own new smartphone, frowned, turned it upside down and nodded. "No, this is definitely the right way. Dylan said this was the best place in town."

Amber grumbled, tugging her hood tighter around her head. "I know he's some bigshot and he's got some pull, but do you seriously think there's a dress shop that's going to alter some stuff for us on New Years Eve? They've probably been booked for weeks! Come on, there's got to be an Addition-Elle somewhere around here, we can just buy off-the-rack."

"Never!" Sierra proclaimed, holding the credit card high. "We've got the mightiest weapon in the city, and we're going to abuse the hell out of it."

The hyper kitteh glanced down at her straining pants. "We're still talking about the credit card, right?"

"Hush, you. Ok, we turn left on McKenna, and... this way!"

Amber stopped on the corner, watching the sea of shiny black cars and taxis whiz by. There wasn't a pickup truck or a minivan in sight. "Mom," she called.

Sierra had already turned left, eyes locked onto her phone. "Ok, turned left, and... oh, hold on, the north arrow is pointing the wrong way now."

"Mom..."

"Why do you they keep making you flip the phone over? They should just have north go the same way all the time."

"Mom!"

"What?"

Amber pointed the opposite direction. The buildings here all reminded her of banks, huge vertical marble columns infilled with glass, but the signs clogging the space above her head were a fairly even mixture of specialty boutiques and fast food joints. There was a Taco Libre and a Cake & Bacon on this block, as well as a comparatively plain silver panel, hanging on thin gold chains, that read Precies Wat Je Wilde in flowing script.

"Oh! You found it. Stupid map had me going the wrong direction."

"Yeah, Mom, that's what it was." They waited for the traffic to realize that the signals had indeed turned red, and crossed in a mad dash. Amber yelped when one of the cars idling impatiently at the crosswalk honked as she passed, and when she paused to glare at the driver she found the young man smiling and waving back to her.

"I think you should be careful when you run, dear," her mother mumbled into her ear, dragging her to the other side of the street.

"That was a limousine!"

"Yes, it was, and if you keep bouncing like that, it's going to be a ten car pileup."

Amber glanced down again, hopping experimentally. "Whoa, you're right," she said, oblivious to the appreciative stares of the pedestrians around her. "Have I been doing that all morning?"

"Only when you run, which is why I was trying to walk slowly. Oh, for the love of Pete, stop groping yourself!"

The hyper kitteh had one oversized, fluffy paw on either side of her prominent bulge and was shifting it curiously. "I think the cold shrunk me, the restraints are normally a lot tighter than this. Do I look smaller?"

Muttering under her breath, Sierra grabbed Amber's elbow and steered her towards the boutique. "Buying a slutty dress is one thing, but please stop second basing yourself on a public street."

Amber hid her smirk with one kittenish paw. Two can play at this game, Mom!

They passed the Cake & Bacon with longing sighs and walked through the small door into the Precies Wat Je Wilde. A tiny silver bell dinged above them, and the sounds of the street cut off abruptly when the obviously soundproof door shut behind them.

"Wow," Amber said in the sudden silence. "I really feel too poor to even be allowed in here!"

"Hush, we're not poor."

"I just meant comparatively. Look at this dress! Are these rubies?!"

"Some," said a pleasant, velvety voice. "You'll notice every sixth is hexagonal, and those are the true rubies. The octagonal gemstones are pyrope garnets."

"Wow," Amber breathed, poking at the dress curiously before yanking her paw back as though she'd been burnt. "Er! Sorry! I... didn't mean to touch it..."

The interior of the boutique was unlike any clothing store Amber had ever been in. She was used to wall-mounted racks of clothes, rotating displays crammed with hangers, bright yellow signs that screamed DISCOUNT and the occasional plastic dummy modeling clothes wholly unsuitable to her physique. This place, however, looked like a strange combination of coffee shop, book store and art gallery. There were hardly a dozen dresses on display, each artfully displayed on remarkably realistic mannequins.

Both Amber and Sierra were surprised when the nearest mannequin turned out to be the owner of the establishment.

The statuesque ermine was almost supernaturally white, immaculate fur looking as though it were carved from polished ivory. Her black dress seemed to have been sprayed on, slit so high up the side that it was obvious from the amount of leg showing that she was not wearing anything beneath it, and cut so low and wide in the front her cleavage seemed in perpetual danger of falling out.

Considerably taller than either feline, she smiled benevolently down at them. "It is perfectly all right, miss. The articles on display are, of course, meant to be touched. Can I help you?" she asked pleasantly, her faint accent only adding to her allure.

"We're looking for New Years dresses," Sierra said bluntly. Amber had to suppress a smirk; her mother had always been a little... testy around women she perceived to be more attractive. It didn't happen often, but it was in full effect now. "For the both of us."

"But of course," the monochrome ermine said, spreading her hands. "Please, come in. Make yourselves comfortable wherever you like."

Amber looked around. "Like... take a seat? This is a sit-down dress shop?"

A pained expression crossed the ermine's face. "Ah. Yes. Indeed. May I take this to be your first time in such a boutique?"

Amber grinned, removing her coat and tossing it over the back of an incredibly expensive-looking chair. "What gave it away?" she asked brightly, bouncing once.

"Amber!" her mother hissed.

"What? Don't try passing us off as anything but nouveau-riche. It ain't gonna work."

The ermine's prim smile didn't falter in the slightest. "I apologize, I should not have put you on the spot like that. My name is Ewyna, and welcome to my boutique. On days such as this, I rarely get many clients just off the street. Please, take a seat. Can I offer you any refreshment? Tea? Coffee?"

"Coffee!" Amber bounced again.

"No coffee, we're fine, thanks."

"But COFFEE!"

"Amber!"

"Sierra!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Amber saw Ewyna's smile twitch at the corners, her delicate nostrils flaring. She either thinks we're hilarious, or is about to call the cops. "Maybe hot chocolate. It is quite a cold day."

Amber eyed the chair before perching on the armrest, parting her legs slightly to give everything enough room. "Don't sit on the arms!" Her mother instantly admonished.

The hyper kitteh grunted in exasperation and stood. "Why not? Do they make expensive chairs so fragile that my ass could permanently damage it? Look how low that chair is, and how skinny it is. If I sit down, my junk could break a rib."

Sierra looked at the chair, looked at her daughter, opened her mouth... and snorted with laughter. She covered her muzzle with a paw and waved away Amber's protests. "Sorry! Sorry, I don't mean to laugh, I just had the weirdest visual. Sorry. Sorry. Sit on the arm all you want. Sorry."

"Stop saying sorry."

"Sorry!"

Amber picked up one of the slim, leatherbound volumes that seemed to adorn every flat surface in the boutique. "Oh, hey! It's like a menu of dresses! Check these out..."

When Ewyna returned with a small teak platter and several incredibly expensive-looking foam-topped drinks, both felines were cheek to cheek, flipping animatedly through the catalogues.

"Ooo, look at this one! Oh goodness, there's so many layers and... and silky things... I don't know what they're called..."

"Oh, check out that one! Might get to show off the girls for once."

"... did you seriously just call them 'the girls'?"

"Yeah! What do you refer to your, uhm, bits as? 'The boys'?"

Amber looked down at her lap. "I call them 'the girls', too."

"What do you call your breasts, then?"

"I don't!"

Ewyna scooted some other volumes out of the way and deposited the tray next to them. "Seeing anything you like?" she asked pleasantly. She seemed to do everything pleasantly.

"There's so much," Sierra said, eyes nearly as huge as Amber's. "I used to have a few like this. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I think we'd both like to... show off a bit."

"But you probably don't have time to make alterations or fittings," Amber said quickly. "It's New Years Eve, after all. Right?"

"It is quite difficult-" Ewyna started to say.

"Ah ah ah!" Sierra yanked the small leather rectangle out of her coat like a magic talisman. "We've got some help! Dylan O'Malley recommended you personally, and said, well, he still said we had to ask politely and be prepared to take no for an answer, but hey, it's worth a shot."

Ewyna blinked. "And you would be?"

"Sierra O'Malley. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

The ermine eyed them both in slightly different, and more expensive, light. "And your sister?"

Amber squeaked indignantly, but the mound of her trousers prevented her from seeing the lightning-swift kick that Sierra planted against her shin. "Her name is Amber. O'Malley," the older feline added as an afterthought.

"You kicked me!"

"No, I didn't. Now then, Miss Ewyna, what would you recommend, taking into account the press for time?"

New Years Eve in the City.

The sleek black limousine drifted through the galaxy of urban colors. Even at eight PM, the sidewalks were packed with revelers. The limousine drifted with timid speed, as the streets were packed with revelers, too. Amber didn't mind. It just gave her more time to observe.

"Gosh," she breathed, nose pressed to the glass, little puffs of fog obscuring her mouth. "Look at them all."

Block after block slid past and she drank it all in, committing it to memory. Every size and shape, every color and hue. People stumbled and sang, arm in arm, smiling and thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Opposite her, their backs to the driver, Liam and Sierra cuddled on the wide upholstered couch. Her father looked a little uncomfortable in his new suit, but even the hyper kitteh had to admit that, from a certain objective point of view, he didn't look half bad. Every time he looked down at his wife, though, his expression became placid, even serene.

One look at her mother's new dress made the reason quite obvious.

"I still can't believe you're wearing that," Amber giggled, her ambivalence worn away by the once-in-a-lifetime limousine ride. Once-in-a-lifetime for her, at least; for Dylan, it was Tuesday. "I'm so posting that to your Facespace page."

Sierra just waved her paw dismissively. "No, no, no, we don't need any of that," she smiled, never taking her eyes off of Liam's face. "You can post a picture of me to my page, as long as I can snap a picture of YOU and stick it on YOURS."

Amber looked down at herself, and smiled. Anything you post won't be half as naughty as the bathroom graffiti at school! "Yeah, go nuts."

"That's the idea."

"Mom!"

"Amber!"

Dylan laughed, shaking his head. "I can hardly believe these are the same women who came out for the Haze Carll concert in June," he grinned, sipping his flute of champagne. He sat next to Amber, although he was careful to keep his distance; everytime she turned to peer out the window, her tail lashed like a whip. "Sierra, I've not heard you laugh like this in ages, and Amber... you're going to turn many heads tonight."

She shook her head, turning back to stare out the window. "Are you kidding? Look at everyone out there. I'm a pretty ugly duckling by comparison. Whoa! Look at that one!"

Dylan and Sierra exchanged a meaningful glance. Is she serious? he seemed to ask, and she just rolled her eyes, as if to reply, She's crazy, I know.

Sierra downed her champagne, her second of the trip so far, and waggled her glass in front of Liam. "Top me up, honey?" she asked with exaggerated innocence.

The massive doberman blinked and seemed to consider it, but eventually pulled the gilded bottle out of the ice bucket and refilled her glass, though this time only halfway. "We're not even at the party yet," he rumbled. "And you know it's going to be free when we get there, right? Am I going to have to tell them to keep an ambulance on standby?"

She swirled it around in her glass, never taking her eyes off of him. "I intend to have fun tonight, Mister Stick In The Mud. If I get a little tipsy, I'll just have to rely on the kindness of strangers to keep me upright, if you won't do it."

"Dear..."

Dylan tried to stifle his laughter. "Learning more about your parents than you ever wanted to know, eh?" he asked Amber.

"Not really," she replied absently. "Mom always drinks like this around the holidays."

"Amber!"

"What? You do! It's awesome! You spend months stressing out over family dinners and buying presents and cleaning the house and organizing things and caroling and vacationing and making sure we spend equal amounts of time with everyone, and when you're about to finally aneurism yourself into a Crimbo coma, you break into the wine and get all warm and fuzzy."

The silence was eerie. She looked around to find all three grownups staring at her: Dylan with open amusement, Liam with a faint smirk, and Sierra with a burning glower.

"I'll... shut up," Amber squeaked.

"I drink a perfectly appropriate and respectable amount, young lady," Sierra mumbled, downing her glass once more.

When he was sure that the tipsy feline's attentions were once more on her husband, Dylan leaned over and whispered to Amber, "I'm on your side, Ambs. You should have seen her back in the day."

Amber snorted, covering her muzzle with both paws. "I've heard a couple stories from her family," she giggled under her breath.

"What are you two whispering about over there?"

"Nothing!"

Eventually they managed to navigate their way through the merrymakers and found themselves in a long lineup of limousines stretching the length of the entire block. Amber pressed her face against the glass, moving it around with little damp squeaks. "Ack, all I can see is more cars. Are we there yet? I can't... ooo! I've always wanted to do this!"

She stood up, amazed at the sheer volume of the limo compartment. I bet I could fit a date in here... for a little while. She located the sunroof controls and, before her mother could voice her protests, rolled the smoked glass back and leapt onto her seat, popping her head through.

Dylan peered up at her, trying to keep his attention away from the parts of her anatomy that were now alarmingly close to his eyes. "What do you think?"

"Whoa," they heard her say breathlessly. "It's... like... whoa."

The Land's End Casino, from the looks of it, could have easily contained everyone in Circe with room to spare. It was lit up like a Crimbo tree, every edge and every angle lined with buzzing, radiant neon. The architecture was a mish-mash of Greek columns, Roman archways and Japanese roofs, jumbled together and splashed with a hundred hues. Domes of glass sparkled in the night, towers seemed to sprout at random, and on countless balconies she could see people singing, dancing, drinking, loving.

"I don't think she likes it," Dylan deadpanned to his brother and sister-in-law.

"Kids these days. Nothing impresses them," Liam agreed.

"I WANNA SEE!" Sierra squealed, leaping to her feet and wriggling her torso through the opening, nudging her daughter out of the way. "I WANNA... whoa."

The two men chuckled to themselves. "This, right here? Worth it," Dylan smiled, reaching over to pat Liam's knee. "Worth every penny."

"You spoil us, Dylan," Liam said.

"Spoiling? Hardly! I get four tickets to practically every big party in town. I just hand them out for free on the street, half the time. This one here tonight, though... I can't even put a dollar value on these, so consider it a worthless gesture of love."

"Who, exactly, is footing the bill for this little shindig?" The heavyset doberman peered out the window, watching the sidewalks growing more densely packed. "Looks like it's going to be a little... crazy."

"It's above board, don't worry. Clockwork Industries had a bit of a banner year and they're saying thanks to all of their domestic affiliates, and my law firm happens to be pretty high on their buddy list."

"Mmm. Defense contractor. Yes, above board."

Dylan shook his head in resignation. "Ever the left-wing beatnik, bro."

"I'll keep my politics to myself, don't worry," Liam said, rubbing his hands together. "I'm just here for the shrimp puffs."

Shoulder to shoulder, Amber and Sierra watched as their limo crept closer to the palatial casino entrance. "Oh my gods, it's like a red carpet thing," Amber said nervously, legs shaking, tail curling around herself in fear. "That's... a lot of people, and I'm not wearing a whole lot of dress right now."

Sierra put her arm around Amber. "Dear, there's not many times you're going to hear your mother speak quite this bluntly," she said, putting her mouth to her daughter's oversized, floppy ear. "But you're fucking gorgeous, and a lot of people here are going to be thinking about you long after they go home tonight."

The blush showed through Amber's cream-and-gold fur, the insides of her ears nearly turning purple. "Thanks," she squeaked uncertainly. "Doesn't make it any easier."

"If it makes you feel any better, me and the girls will try to distract them."

Amber snorted, glancing down at her mother's rather conspicuous cocktail dress. "They're doing a good job now, Mom. You've got a fan club." She nodded her head towards the sidewalk, where several males were waving their arms wildly, trying to attract Sierra's attention.

"How do you know they're not waving at you?" Sierra said, waving back.

"Because they can only see us both from the boobs up. You win."

"Oh, honey. You're not special JUST for that, you know."

"As far as men screaming like idiots on a sidewalk are concerned..."

The line crept forward, three limousines pulling up in front of the huge semi-circular palazzo that was, indeed, carpeted in red. Large security men, some as big as her father, kept most of the crowd back, but every now and then someone was allowed through the perimeter, most often a young, sexy female. Amber's heart pounded in her chest, and suddenly the thought of hiding in the limo and asking the limo driver to just take her back to Dylan's apartment seemed very appealing.

"Uhm..." she wheezed, having difficulty catching her breath. "I... Mom..."

"Eeee! Me first!" Sierra squealed, every pearly fang glinting in her huge smile. She dropped into the limousine again and had to be forcibly restrained by Liam from opening the door and sprinting out.

Dylan ended up opening the door first, stepping out into the eye-wateringly bright lights. To either side of their limo, other glamorous types were also disembarking; one held an older, distinguished couple, while the other disgorged half a dozen wild-eyed, screaming teenaged girls wearing matching sparkly gold dresses. The noise coming from beyond the huge, silvery casino doors was like an avalanche bearing down on her.

Liam stepped out next, shushing his wife and telling her to be patient. "If you're going to do this, you have to do this right!" he hissed, and it was only after he'd straightened his back and smoothed down his new, stormy grey suit that he held out his hand.

Sierra had practiced her movie starlet entrance during the long limo ride, and put it to good use now. One long leg slipped out of the limousine first, and in true feline fashion she seemed to flow into the light, arching her back and wriggling her hips seductively. "Thank you, sir," she purred to Liam, putting her paw possessively on his chest.

The crowd noise swelled noticeably at her appearance, somehow causing her grin to become even more broad. The dress she had selected did not require much in the way of hemming or alteration. Despite being in her late thirties (and if anyone were to ask 'how late' they might find themselves being clawed mercilessly), she was often mistaken for Amber's sister rather than her mother.

It was a rich, vibrant indigo blue, cut high at the hip to reveal a lot of leg, and cut even wider and lower than the ermine's had been. Sierra healthy bosom might not have been quite as blessed as her daughter's, but some cunning artifice and padding created a breathtaking amount of decolletage. Hidden princess panels corseted her midsection, pushing her chest higher still and accenting her round, heavy rump. Both Liam's and Dylan's tails had started wagging violently when they first laid eyes on how well she filled the outfit out.

Dylan held his hand by the open doorway, but glanced up to where Amber's head still protruded from the sunroof. "Your turn, Ambs," he whispered. "Come on, the limos are going to move soon."

"I..." she said, ears flattening to her skull. Holy crap, I was nervous wearing my tightest restraints and a poofy sweater in front of two hundred kids at a dance! This is fucking crazy! "I..."

"Amber," her mother said, still stroking absently at Liam's chest. "You're a knockout, and we didn't raise you to be afraid of yourself."

Yes you fucking did! she thought with unaccustomed fury, but it managed to pierce her uncertainty. She retreated into the limousine, and a moment later reached out and took Dylan's hand.

The crowd noise had spiked noticeably when her mother had stepped out. It positively exploded when Amber followed. She stood frozen, jaw slowly opening in astonishment, while Dylan and Sierra smiled knowingly. Liam just rolled his eyes skyward and said a silent prayer.

"Gosh," Amber said softly, squeezing Dylan's paw tightly and tugging on her tail with the other.

Her own dress was far more subtle than her mother's, but her natural curves provided ample opportunity for exaggeration. It was a velvety indigo so dark it was nearly black, with silken silvery trim and highlights that wound around her like serpents. She displayed far less cleavage than her mother, but her equally snug lacing forced everything up and out, and for once she almost couldn't see her rampantly hyper hermness.

Almost.

There had been considerable discussion between the two felines and Ewyna when Amber had settled upon the dress, one of the few items in the store that would be possible to modify in the available amount of time to fit the young hyper. The ermine's dark, glittering eyes had bulged out when it was revealed that Amber's measurements were, in fact, heavily restrained and thanks to the cold weather were at their lowest possible ebb. Sierra urged her to get the dress let out even further, so that Amber could show off a little bit, and after Ewyna nodded eagerly, she had agreed.

During her private fittings with Ewyna, she had loosened her restraints considerably and, once the boutique owner had agreed to close her eyes, fluffed herself up a bit. Then a little bit more. Then, once her hormones started to flood not just her body but her mind, as well, a little bit more still.

She wasn't sure if she was regretting that now, or not. From the way she had become the center of attention (even the gaggle of young ladies at the limo behind them were staring!), she supposed she should feel flattered. When leaving the house that morning, she had been wearing her size 36H herm-compatible pants, restraints keeping her slightly smaller than the size 42H she had worn at the Fall Bazaar. Thanks to Ewyna's dressmaking magic, she was now at her restraints' limiting measurement of 50H, and the dress showed every inch to full effect.

"Told you," Dylan said, smiling down at her.

The two towering dobermans walked arm-in-arm with the two svelte, curvy felines. Amber was having a little difficulty walking at this size, a tremendous amount of weight swaying in front of her, substantially wider than her hips. In the city, hypers were not uncommon, even hyper herms, but she was still far from the conventional partygoer. The serpentine silver highlights seemed to writhe around her bulges, and when she passed by the crowds and through the huge doors, not a single eye was aimed above her bellybutton.

"I still feel terrified," she murmured to Sierra, "but... thanks for convincing me."

"No problem, love," Sierra replied, leaning over and giving her daughter a smooch on the cheek. "I want you to have some wonderful memories."

"Thanks," she said again. "And who knows? This could be my smallest size in a year or two."

Sierra stumbled, but her viselike grip on Liam's arm kept her upright. "Yes, exactly, dear," she said flatly.

"Are you ok?"

"Nothing! I tripped!"

The inside was even more raucous than she'd expected. The enormous vestibule was large enough to fit their entire house into, maybe even Cindy's house, all fluted columns a and glowing domes and gleaming marble. Two colossal staircases rose like tidal waves, and still more archways big enough to drive a semi-truck through led off into still larger grand halls.

Perhaps even more impressive were the partygoers themselves. While most of the men showed up as dark spots of straight-cut suit in a sea of rainbow silk, satin and sparkling gemstones, many guests were not nearly so formal. There were golf shirts and polo shirts and even some muscle shirts, particularly among the younger guests, and some of the even more casual ladies present wore little more than strappy little bikinis.

Liam and Dylan nodded in appreciative approval, while Amber and Sierra were awestruck by the ridiculously wasteful splendor.

"So," Liam said pleasantly, though a little louder to be heard over the din. "Where's the shrimp puffs?"

After one incredibly awkward attempt at dancing in the main ballroom with her Uncle Dylan, who proudly introduced her to everyone he knew as 'his date' for the evening, Amber decided that there was more than enough of the casino to explore on her own. She hugged her parents, thanked her mother for being such a naggy, domineering bitch, and wandered off in search of free food.

"It's all free!" Dylan had said several times over. "After reserving a place that big, staffing it and stocking it, the least they can do is feed is poor, starving rich people."

Despite being the Land's End Casino in name, only a small portion of it seemed to be dedicated to gambling. Small was a relative term, though; there were probably a thousand people in the Casino Hall, laughing and screaming and thoroughly enjoying themselves. After getting lost searching for the little herms room, she was lucky enough to find herself back in the main lobby where she managed to find a stack of free casino maps.

First on her list was the Champagne Room, which various signs and expository posters seemed to indicate was also the Shrimp Cocktail Room, the Prime Rib Room and the Free Ice Cream Room. Before the party, Dylan had indulged her rather peculiar metabolism and ordered six different pizzas from six different pizzerias, and told her to let him know which was the best in town. She had only had two slices from each and picked her victor, but already there was enough room in her stomach for more than just butterflies.

She hadn't gone more than ten feet into the Champagne Room, a vast sea of tiny cloth-covered tables and huge self-serve buffets, when she had her first expected party encounter.

"Hey!" the big elk said loudly over the din, smiling down at her, already leaning a couple degrees to one side but keeping his drink glass perfectly level. "How you doing?"

Amber's first instinct was to shy away, but she stuffed that impulse down. I'm here to have fun, dammit. "Hi!" she said up to him, scratching the back of her blonde tresses shyly.

For a moment, all they did was stare at eachother. His eyes were obviously panning up and down her body, and from his great height he no doubt had an excellent view of her bust, her maleness and her nervous lip-chewing. Amber, on the other hand, was admiring the way his Infliction t-shirt seemed to have been painted onto his muscular chest, his admittedly handsome features, and the pink streamers and tinsel hanging from his antlers.

"Having fun?" he asked, leaning down closer so he didn't have to yell.

"I guess so! Just... hunting for some food!" Son of a bitch, why did I go all the way up to 50H! Everyone keeps staring!

So why do I think that's so hot...

"Cool!" A thought crossed his mind, and he grinned again. "My name's Bruce!"

He was easily a foot taller than she was, the antlers adding another foot. He was taller than Alex, maybe even as tall as Royston, although the elk looked as though he should have his own television show on MTV. "Mine's Amber!" she replied, edging sideways and heading for one of the hot service tables. "Some party, huh?"

"Yeah! Almost as good as last year's!" he said, putting his arm around her shoulders in a far too familiar fashion.

"They had one here last year?"

"Eh, there's parties all over the city! I just try to find the happenin' ones!" She glanced up at his large, open, pleasantly rugged face, and judged him to be hardly older than she was. College, at the outside. "Where were you at last year?"

Amber thought back, grabbing a plate from the warming tray. "Uhm... laser tag at the gym," she said a little sheepishly. "And I think we watched 'Polar Express'."

Bruce blinked. "Uhm... super!" He once again scanned her from head to toe, or at least head to as far down as he could see, and did some mental arithmetic. "Sounds fun?"

She laughed, patting his chest and inching out from under his arm. "It was, thanks, but I think I'm just going to get some food and wander around, all right?"

Eyes still narrowed in confusion, Bruce nodded and wandered off, periodically stopping to look back at at her as though wondering what had just happened. Amber watched him go, as well, admiring his strong back, wriggly tail, muscular rump...

"No boys!" she whispered to herself. "Be good!"

"Sing it, girl!" said a voice in her ear.

Amber twitched and glanced back, hair flying. Standing behind were at least two of the gold-lame girls from the red carpet. "Er... thanks?"

One was considerably taller than Amber, a floppy-eared, long-legged, silver-furred and green-eyed rabbitgirl that seemed to have shrunk her dress before donning it. There simply didn't seem to be enough fabric to keep her breasts AND buttocks covered simultaneously. Standing next to her was a feline built on similar proportions to Amber herself, nethers excluded, of course.

"Girls' night out for us, too," the shorter girl explained, twirling her purse in one hand and nearly clobbering several other partygoers. "Didn't see see you out front?"

"Yeah, probably," she chuckled. "I think everyone saw me out there."

The earth-toned feline leaned to the side and looked down, while the lapine just leaned over Amber's head and did likewise. As if on cue, both girls whistled.

"I thought that was an optical illusion," the rabbit whispered. "Fucking hell, girl! Are you stuffing?"

"Nope, that's, uh, all me," Amber said proudly, happy to be on some familiar footing. "We don't get out much."

"I saw the guys you and your sister were with!" the shorter girl said. "Why you bacheloretting it up? What happened to him?"

"Oh, he's-"

"Because if you don't want him, can I have a run at him?"

Amber paused, halfway through loading her plate with potato salad. She pondered a few quick responses, and shuddered. "That's actually my uncle," she said at last. "But... he's single, so go for it."

The feline recoiled as if she'd just tasted broccoli. "Ergh. No thanks. He looked younger!"

The lapine, though, was tapping her teeth. "He rich?"

Over the next hour, Amber somehow ingratiated herself with the Golden Girls, as they had taken to calling themselves. Three were recently dumped, so that said ex-boyfriends could be single on the biggest hookup night of the year, and one of them was recently the dumper for the same reason. With each introduction, Amber went through the big three questions all over again: her name was Amber, she was from out of town, and yes they're real. Sometimes there was the bonus question, to which she replied: no, you can't touch them.

They were a lot of fun, though, and provided her with some insight as to the sort of girl Cindy might have become had the vixen grown up in the City. They were a couple years older than Amber herself, and regaled her with a dozen other parties they'd been to in the City over the last year, and other than some vague mentions of college, that seemed to be how they spent their lives.

Well, this is certainly an experience I'm having, Mom! she thought, listening to them talk entirely with pop cultural references she didn't understand. She was aware of some of the musicians and television shows they were referring to, but she didn't know enough about them to laugh at the right time.

Tia, the brown and orange tabby, was the apparent ringleader of the group. Her mop of black hair was bundled high in the back with a red scrunchie, and the other girls referred to her father as 'the Colonel'. "He gets invited to all these things," Tia was saying, nibbling on some sort of pinkish canape. "Never goes to any of them. He thinks fun is something that happens to silly people."

Amber chuckled, balancing her own mountainous plate of food. "He'd probably get along great with my Dad," she grinned, popping another deviled egg into her mouth. "He has fun, but he has to clear his schedule weeks in advance and ensure he has all the proper permits." This got a chuckle, to Amber's relief.

Nina, a voluptuous badger who had spent most of the evening pointing out all the most strapping male specimens with a galling lack of subtlety, watched Amber eat and sighed. "I wish I was a hyper herm," she said wistfully.

The entire group squeaked to a stop. "Why!?" said the tall rabbit, aghast. "I mean... sorry, Amber, I didn't mean it quite like that!"

Nina plucked a cracker off of Amber's plate and waved it as though it were damning evidence. "Look at her! This is her third plate of food, and she's still hot and skinny. I eat three salads a day and a can of tuna just to keep looking like this," she declared, gesturing to a body that, to Amber's eyes, seemed nigh perfect.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be," Amber said carefully, lowering the plate a little bit to hopefully take some of the attention off of her eating habits. "It's not like all the food doesn't, you know, go places."

Six pairs of eyes flickered down to her dress, black velvet and silver silk being pushed to their structural limits. "Man, you gotta be queen back home, eh?" remarked the surprisingly slender boargirl whose name Amber could never quite remember. Five people at once seemed to be her limit.

"More infamy than anything," she said dismissively, stripping a drumstick of all meat in a single cartoonish bite. "The City's huge, and y'all seem pretty social. You gotta know someone like me, right?"

The Golden Girls exchanged a number of glances, something they did quite often. Amber was starting to wonder if hanging out in a clique for so long and wearing matching dresses somehow conferred psychic powers .

"Not quite," Tia admitted. "I mean, herms, yeah, sure, there's enough of y'all that there's actually a herm-only gym on the corner of Richards and Gosling, and there's that T/H bar on Kyllini, but you're... uhm..."

Amber scratched the rather obvious outline of her sheath with a single claw. "Less subtle about it?" A bar just for us? And a gym??

They laughed, with varying degrees of nervousness. "Something like that," Tia said. "It's just kind of neat to meet a hyper-herm before they've grown up and..."

The way she trailed off tickled the hairs on the back of Amber's neck. "And what?" she asked.

All six girls were looking around now like prairie dogs checking for predators. "Nothing-" Nina started to say, but Tia cut her off.

"Before they've grown up and gone into porn," the feline said gently. "Or something like that. No offense, but you really don't see much of your type anywhere else, and I'm so totally not saying that's what's going to happen to YOU, but... you know."

Amber chewed on a cheese ball, nodding slowly. "The thought has occurred to me, don't worry," she said. "I don't plan on taking that route. Who knows, maybe I'll become super-famous by becoming the first hyper-herm to run for Congress, or something."

The group had wandered through the huge ballroom where an enormously amplified string quartet was reciting Top 40 pop radio hits, fending off dozens of offers to dance. The six girls had agreed to stick together, presenting a unified front of stagette freedom, and Amber was grateful for their sheltering influence. She had received more come-ons than any of the Golden Girls, and although Amber had been tempted to accept several of them, Tia was quite happy to shoot them down on her behalf.

Amber dropped her now-empty plate onto one of the many serving carts that trundled around, pushed by a legion of anxious young bellhops. The sweaty-palmed, earnest nervousness radiated off of them like hundred watt bulbs, and it was taking all of her willpower not to grab one by his crisp-starched lapels and make out with him. She knew that was just her biological imperative speaking, and it was speaking very loudly, but she was starting to wish she wasn't quite so sexually attracted by intimidated anxiety.

Thankfully, the oppressive noise of the celebration was drowning out the various plinks, creaks and groans her restraints made as they struggled to keep her under control. With so many people in one place, the sights and sounds and smells and the near-constant flow of people that brushed quite innocently against her pronounced bulges, she could feel herself aching to expand. The straps were starting to dig into her hips, thighs and rump, but she didn't even think about loosening them any further; she might never get them back on, at this rate!

"Hey, there's your sister!"

For a long moment, Amber hadn't realized that had been addressed to her. They were now in the Lene Hall, a thousand patrons grooving and grinding to thunderous dance music. The lights were turned down low, dozens of disco balls flashing a maelstrom of rainbow glints, and even creeping along the wall it was slow going through the press of bodies.

Amber blinked. "Wait, what?"

Before any of the girls could answer, Sierra bounced out of the writhing crowd, eyes huge and wild. "Amber!" she cried, staggering briefly from her sudden deceleration. She nearly pounced on the the hyper kitteh, wrapping her arms around Amber's shoulders and yanking her close. "There you are! I'm having so much fun! I think I lost my date!"

Amber laughed, hugging the giddy party animal that her mother had somehow turned into. "You look like it! Guys, this is Sierra. Sierra, these are some friends of mine."

Sierra looked at the squadron of identically-dressed girls, smiling like a maniac. "Wow! That's awesome, Amber! I told you you could make some friends if you tried! And they're not boys!"

The younger kitteh winced. "Subtle," she groaned.

This got another round of raucous laughter from the Golden Girls. "Was she expecting you to ambush someone?" Tia asked loudly, leaning in close to be heard.

"It happens every time!" Sierra explained, and Amber realized with a mixture of horror and amusement that her mother was quite tipsy. It was a miracle her dress was staying on, or that she hadn't popped free in a couple spots. "She goes out and says 'Don't worry, I'll behave, nothing's gonna happen', and then we get a call from the cops or the hospital or something!"

"M.... Sierra!" Amber snapped. "Not cool!"

"Sorry, sis," Sierra winked.

Amber was about to march off in search of some condolence cheesecake when out of the gyrating flock frolicked a tall, ballerina-slender doegirl wearing a scandalously small pink miniskirt and a lime green halter top. In spite of her willowy frame, she sported the sort of artificially healthy breasts that Amber could only dream of attaining. The young hyper saw the look in her eyes and prepared her 'no thanks I don't want to dance' speech, but she needn't have bothered. Two chestnut-brown hands settled onto Sierra's shoulders and spun her around so the dancer could quite unabashedly kiss the older feline.

A cheer went up from the Golden Girls, while Amber just stared in shock. Huh. That was. Uhm. Unexpected.

Freeing herself with a fuzzy 'pop', Sierra turned back to the group. "Amber! This is my new friend Brodie! Say hi!"

Brodie grinned woozily at the girls, eyes widening in delight when she saw Amber, and alarm when she saw Amber's lap. "Holy hell!" she laughed, squeezing Sierra from the side. "That's some family you've got there!"

Amber hadn't taken her eyes off of her mother. She mouthed the word 'MOM!' as clearly as she dared, but Sierra just responded by winking.

Tia and the other Girls, though, were clustering around the couple, talking animatedly. There was universal approval for the pairing, with several disparaging comments about boys, men and their gender at large emerging from the hubbub.

Her horror became complete when, parting the tumult like a Russian icebreaker, Amber's father appeared from the dance floor. He had lost his suit jacket, his white shirt open at the neck. He may not have been leaping and thrashing like everyone else, but there was an unmistakable hip-swinging swagger to his stride.

He put one hand on Sierra's shoulder, one hand on Brodie's shoulder, and smiled his small smile at Amber. "Evening," he rumbled.

"I thought you were all 'boo men, yay chicks'," Amber sulked, sitting at the huge blue oak bar that separated the raging dancefloor from the rest of the casino. Although it had been discussed that she was still underage and the bartenders would be carding, Amber had not actually promised not to drink and whereas her mother could pass for younger in the right light, Amber could certainly pass for older if she rolled her hips. She sucked something violently pink through a straw, wondering exactly what was in a Vertical Smile. "What happened to that?"

Tia sat next to her, drinking something slushy out of a martini glass the size of a frisbee. "Hey, we can go stagette to a New Years party, but that doesn't mean we're going home the same way," she grinned. "And your sister's living it up! Hot damn, I envy that guy. Is he a bodybuilder or something?"

Amber shuddered. "Don't wanna talk about it."

Tia sighed and squeezed Amber's elbow. "There, there. You can always go get your guy back, and... hey, wait a minute. You said your date was your uncle, didn't you?"

Uh oh. "Yeah," she replied slowly.

"He's a doberman, and it's pretty obvious that's his brother, and that's probably not HER uncle, too, so... oh my gods, Sierra's your mom? That guy's your Dad?" Despite the disbelief in her voice, Tia was laughing. "Holy hell! So wait, who's that Brodie chick?"

"I don't know," Amber grumbled, sucking the rest of her drink through in one swallow.

"Dude, your parents are sweet," Tia said again, lapping at her slushy drink. "And fun! And, if you don't mind me saying so, you take after the best parts of both of them."

Amber looked down at her body, at the above-average swell of her breasts, at the record-breaking and lap-filling enormity of her sheath and sac, and growled. "I really don't want to associate the best parts of my body with my parents, if that's all the same to you."

The dusky tabby frowned, and nodded. "Sorry, girl. Just trying to help," she said, hopping off the swiveling barstool. "I'mma go dance for a bit, ok? I spotted a leopard that looks like he needs some company. Guard my drink!"

And so it was that, just after ten PM, Amber found herself drinking all alone at the bar. She waved at the bartender for another drink, requesting something less girly. The small tumbler that appeared looked like something her father would enjoy, honey-colored liquid sloshing around several large ice cubes. She sniffed at it apprehensively, expecting it to smell like his vile whisky, but was pleasantly surprised when she detected only vanilla.

"What's this one called?" she asked loudly.

The roly-poly panda wiped his hands on his cumberbund and smiled. "That's a Long Kiss, miss," he said. "You looked like you needed one."

She arched an eyebrow, and smiled back at him. "I did. In both ways. Thanks."

"Didn't expect to find your mom at a gig like this?" he asked, automatically filling orders for the rest of the sweating crowd.

"Hmm? Oh, no, not at all. This was her idea. I just expected her to... to..."

"Act more like a mom?" he finished sympathetically.

"Exactly! What the fuck, right? What sort of a world lets someone's parents rage drunk on the dance floor and pick up chicks?"

"The best world ever?" he asked hopefully.

Amber rolled her eyes, downed the drink and slid the tumbler back to him. "I need another Long Kiss," she said tiredly.

She spun around on the barstool and managed to part her legs enough to wedge her badly overfilled restraints beneath the top of the bar. The songs faded seamlessly into one another, and although the beat was toe-tapping and tail-twitching, she couldn't bring herself to shake it on the dance floor. Her mood had been improving throughout the night due to pleasant company and free food, but now she was down in the dumps again.

She fiddled with her phone, fighting the urge to call Cindy. A pang of homesickness struck her, and she blinked away a tear.

I like parties, she thought. This place is amazing! This is just so much fun... so what the hell is wrong with me?!

Deciding after half an hour that Tia wasn't coming back, she reached out and snagged her drink, most of the blue slush melted into a syrupy cocktail. The Long Kisses had been pleasant, warming her insides and tingling her fingertips, but the electric blue beverage was like raw nectar.

"Careful," said a throaty, soothing voice by her ear. "Too much of that stuff will make you hyper."

"Mom, that joke wasn't funny earlier, and it's not funny n-... oh."

The speaker was not her Mom; in fact, it was nearly as opposite to her mother as was physically possible. Amber shifted in her seat slightly, a blush rising in her cheeks. Oh, wow, she thought to herself.

The lady leaning against the counter was striking, and Amber couldn't believe she hadn't noticed her before now. The skunkette was a head taller than the hyper kitteh, an enormous bushy tail rising like a black and white hedge behind her. Her blood-red dress was glossy (oh my god is that latex? rubber?), contrasting starkly with her silken fur.

Amber was also a little ashamed to discover that, just like everyone else seemed to do with her, her gaze settled rather unsubtly on the skunkette's rather prominent assets.

"Actually, it's called Dyneema. It's more... high performance," the taller herm said, dragging a fingertip along her hip with a squeak. "How's your night going?"

"I said that out loud, didn't I?"

The skunkette giggled pertly. "It's ok, that happens a lot around me. I've no idea why," she confided, leaning in so close her nose almost touched Amber's.

Stop staring! she ordered herself, with uncertain success. The woman was gorgeous, glamorous, and without a doubt far more comfortable in this environment than the kitteh was. Amber's first guess would have been breast implants, for surely no-one with a waist that tiny could possibly have a bust so magnificent, but the scandalously tight dress revealed her maleness in almost pornographic detail, and she understood.

"You're a hyper, too!" she gasped.

The skunkette nodded and grinned. "Guilty as charged! I must say, it's truly a shame that you say it with such surprise. You don't get out much, darlin'?"

"N-no, this is my first time here," she replied, trying to lift her eyes. The skunkette's sac might be nowhere near as immense as her own, hardly even as large as Amber's baseline, but every intimate detail of her soft, sheathless knee-length shaft was rendered in red, shiny Dyneema. "I'm from... out of town."

The mustelid winked. "Mmm! Good. Guys love that," she purred, settling onto the barstool next to Amber, her huge fan-like tail looming overhead. "But seriously, how have I not seen you at the gym? Are you a member there?"

"The one on Richards and Gosling?" Amber asked, wracking her memory.

"Dicks on Chicks," she nodded.

Amber snorted into her drink, blue droplets painting her whiskers. "It's called what?!"

The sultry herm tilted her head. "You really are from out of town?"

"Yeah! That's why I said it."

The skunkette's demeanor changed, became significantly more relaxed. "Well then! May I be the first to welcome you to the City," she smiled, extending an immaculate little paw with red-painted claws. "My name's Jelena."

"With a J or a Y?"

Jelena giggled. "With a J, but sounds like a Y. And you are?"

"Amber," the kitteh said, shaking the skunkette's hand. "With a Q."

Jelena hooted with laughter, swinging around in her seat and snapping her fingers. "Hah! I like that. I'm stealing that. Yo, Raul! Two more!" The bartender's head snapped up, and he nodded in recognition.

Amber raised her hands defensively. "I've had two already. Three." She glanced at the blue drink. "Three and a half. I'm... I'm good, thanks."

"Good, they're both for me," Jelena said. When she saw Amber's face, though, she burst out laughing again. "I'm kidding! Jeez, you're easy, ain'tcha? No, one of them is for you, but feel free to nurse it. You're, what, nineteen? Eighteen? You'll be fine."

Amber mumbled her true age into the blue drink, finishing it off with a wince. "Gyah, that's a lot of sugar. How do they drink those?"

Jelena leaned over to sniff at it, presenting enough cleavage that Amber was reasonably sure she could actually fit her entire face between them. She was no Cindy, but she would absolutely have the runner-up position in Circe! "Eh, bar-stars. Amateurs. They're going to have killer hangovers."

"Not if I keep drinking it for them," Amber winced, waggling her fingers, but the tingling would not go away. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"

"Aw, hell no," the skunkette proclaimed loudly, tossing back half of her Long Kiss in one gulp. "You're a hyper too, right? Are you an eater?"

Amber thought back to the seven meals she'd already consumed that day, and the emptiness in her tummy. "Y-yeah," she said slowly.

"Pff, you're fine. You'll burn that off before you get a chance to hang anything over. Another fringe benefit!" The hyper kitteh leaned back abruptly when Jelena finished her drink off, slammed the tumbler down and pumped her fist in the air. "WOO! New Years!! You gonna drink yours, or what?"

Later on, when Amber was thought back to this night and wondered at what point everything took an alarming left turn, she would pinpoint that fourth (and a half) drink as the catalyst. Up until then, she would have been perfectly happy to hang out at the bar, maybe head over to the Champagne Room and pick up a few more snacks, maybe pin one of the trolley boys up against a wall and give him a night to remember.

She picked up her drink, sniffed it, vanilla and cinnamon and something nutty swirling in her nostrils, and took a sip. The sip became a pull, and by the time she had tilted her head back, ice cubes rattling against her muzzle and the final drops vanishing down her throat, Jelena was clapping and cheering.

"Yeah, there we go!" the skunkette crowed, clapping the kitteh on the back. "I thought this was gonna be like every other lame party, but now I got a posse!"

"There'sh only one of me," Amber said.

"A posse of one is still a posse. And you're a pussy cat! I got a pussy posse! OOH! We should get shirts that say that!"

Jelena's upbeat mood was infectious. Everything that happened to her seemed to be the greatest thing that had ever happened to anyone, and Amber hardly had to even think about what to say because Jelena would answer herself and just keep going. With the tingling spreading up her arms and legs, and a whole new sort of prickling sensation spreading through her nethers, Amber became more comfortable eying up the statuesque skunkette.

Her dress was daringly cut, there was no doubt about that. She had maybe an inch, probably less, between the plainly-visible tip of her shaft and the bottom of her skirt, and every time she shifted her legs it seemed as though she must surely peek out. Amber sighed every time that proved to not be the case.

"You here with anyone?" Amber asked, sipping a little more sedately at her mysteriously-refilled drink.

"Mmmm, not yet, but the night is young," she winked back, spinning around and leaning back against the edge of the bar, putting her considerable assets on display. "You? Business or pleasure?"

"What? Pleasure, I guess. I've met a couple nice boys, but the group I was hanging out with earlier scared most of them off. They were taking their girls' night out very seriously," she giggled.

Jelena arched an eyebrow, glancing down at Amber's lap. "Setting your sights high, I see," she leered. "How many boys do you feed that thing?"

Amber hiccuped, and counted on her fingers. "Eight. Er... seven. Eight? Hold on..."

The skunkette nodded. "Not bad. I guess losing track is a sign you're on the right path!"

"Which path is that?"

"Well, hello," said a voice from well above Amber's head. "Having fun?"

I know that voice! Trying again, eh? Amber tossed her hair artfully as her mother had taught her, smiling her winningest smile and licking her lips... only to see that Bruce was standing on Jelena's other side, and seemed to only have eyes for the red-clad skunkette. She couldn't really fault him... not only was she a more manageable size down below, she was certainly more magnificent everywhere else.

"Mmmmm, a little," Jelena purred, leaning back languidly against the bar as if putting herself on display. "And you, big fella?"

"Getting better by the minute," the muscle-bound elk chuckled, resting an elbow next to hers and leaning closer. Not only were his antlers still adorned with tinsel and streamers, he had at some point acquired a Crimbo wreath, a pointy party hat and stuffed teddy bear. "Can I buy you a... hey! Amber!"

Amber had been trying to hide behind her hair and her drink, but she supposed she was still fairly identifiable from the side, even with a stunner like Jelena in the way. "Hey, Bruce," she said, waggling her fingers.

Bruce's beatific smile took in both gals. "Wow, are you two here together?"

"Mmmm, we could be," Jelena said, and Amber's jaw dropped. She poked the skunkette's leg, and the other herm just shifted slightly in her seat, boffing the kitteh with her immense tail. "What did you have in mind?"

"All I had in mind was buying a certain lady a drink and ask her to dance," he said, eyes wide enough to see the whites around the edge. "But now I find two certain ladies, so I suppose now I have to buy two certain drinks! Er... you know what I mean."

"Garcon," Jelena called, holding up three fingers. "Refills, sil vous plait!"

Bruce leaned a little closer, some of the dangling tinsel brushing Jelena's proudly lifted breasts. "A skunkette that speaks French?" he asked in low, breathy tones. "Could I be so lucky?"

"Oh, lordy," Amber grimaced, twisting to the side to free herself from the underside of the bar, as well as from Jelena's tail. "I'll leave you two alone, then, shall I?" She extended one long leg, ready to walk away with her dignity intact, but the four and a half... five and a half... wait, how many was it?... drinks had not really made their presence known until this sudden motion. Her outthrust toes waggled uncertainly, and she clung to the edge of the bar for dear life.

It was only then that Jelena truly understood just what Amber had been hiding away. The normally unfazeable skunkette who fancied that she had seen everything and done even more found her eyes widening, her tail straightening, and her dress growing indecently tight in a few areas. "Oh, my goodness," she said, ice cubes rattling in her cocktail. "Amber... is all that you?"

Amber drew herself up to her full and quite unimpressive height. "Who did you think it belonged to?"

"I thought... well, it's dark, and I thought your legs were together, and... damn, girl!"

Bruce leaned over, a little perplexed. He was getting ignored an awful lot in one night! It was an unaccustomed experience. "That's how big she was before," he said helpfully. "You don't forget a girl like that!"

Amber leaned forwards again, questing for the dancefloor with both feet now. I can do this, I can do this. "As much as I enjoy being the grand Land's End Casino Sidehow, I think I hear the shrimp puffs calling me, so I'm just going to... go over here now."

Restraints creaking in protest, her padded paws finally found solid ground, and she righted herself with a little squeak of victory. She heard Bruce's little 'awww' of disappointment, but she didn't expect to suddenly find strong fingers at her elbow, a pillowy tail wrapping around her waist, or ruby-red lips at her ear.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh, don't be hasty," Jelena said apologetically. "Don't be mad. I was... wow, you really are new in town, aren't you? I've heard that line from a lot of grrls before, and I thought your act was the best, but... wow."

"I hear that a lot," Amber grumbled, wishing she could keep walking forwards but worried that if she took a step away from the skunkette's steadying hand, she'd tumble. "Look, you and Bruce obviously have a thing going, so if you don't mind..."

"No! No no no no no! Come back to the bar, silly!" Jelena said, her body language changing once again. When they had first met, she had been standoffish. She had relaxed considerably, but when Bruce showed up she'd practically been hanging a neon sign around her neck that said 'get it here'. Now, though... she reminded the hyper kitteh of Cindy, or maybe even of Miradoro. "Bruce is going to buy us drinks, and I'll drink yours because I THINK someone's had enough, and then we are going to dance."

Amber wobbled slightly. "Dance? I'm not good at dancing..."

Jelena's face swooped in close, noses almost touching. "You just haven't had someone show you the right moves."

Amber had to admit a short time later that, yes, there were several moves she hadn't known existed. Quite often on the dance floor she had simply stopped and stared, watching Jelena wriggle and writhe, caressing herself in a manner that would have gotten her expelled from school but which seemed perfectly acceptable on the dance floor.

Also, another added benefit of her hyper heritage was revealed when, after hardly ten minutes on the dance floor, she had managed to sweat her way through at least two of the drinks.

The dancefloor had swelled enormously as the clocks neared midnight. Before, the crowd had been clustered tight to the elevated DJ and the speaker stacks, leaving a bit of room around the fringes for folks to pass by. Now, the frolicking masses spilled out into all the adjacent halls, with ever more grinding to join in.

In theory, Amber was dancing in between the taller Jelena and the much taller Bruce.

In practice, there were half a dozen bodies rubbing against her or bouncing off of her, and she gave up even trying to tell most of them apart.

Most of the dance 'moves' that Jelena had tried to show her looked quite obvious on the surface, just particular ways of holding one's arms while moving her hips, or planting her feet in such a manner as to allow her to attempt to touch her toes. This last one was laughable, considering her present girth, but she had to admit that it did feel very enjoyable, and it allowed her to grind against whoever was behind her without being in danger an extremely involuntary somersault.

With the basics covered, and both elk and skunkette laughing hysterically, they urged her just to let herself move however her body wanted to move, to surrender herself to the beat. It sounded like voodoo mumbo-jumbo, but in the relatively calm space between the bigger dancers she surprised herself with how readily her body adapted.

"You shouldn't be so surprised!" Jelena nearly had to yell into her ear to be heard. "Hypers have natural rhythm!"

"I can't even square dance!" Amber yelled back, leaning back against the impressive skunkette, bouncing her hips against those rubber-clad bulges. "How do you dance without restraints?"

"Restraints? What do you mean?"

Amber was about to answer, but the song had increased tempo once again and she had to deal with Bruce in front of her. Despite his size, he moved with impressive grace. His shirt's tribal patterns seemed to shift and flow like water in the meandering neon light, running hypnotically over his muscles. She was eye-level with his chest, her steel-tight sac rubbing lewdly against his inner thighs.

Oh man, if he keeps dancing like that I'm going to break something, a little voice groaned in her mind. The Kevlar supports were holding, as they were guaranteed to do, but she could feel the mass within them increasing nonetheless. This was far more physical contact than she'd had... ever, maybe!

"THIRTY MINUTES, EVERYBODY!" came the DJ's distorted, over-amplified voice, and the crowd erupted in frenzied screaming. Amber threw back her head and howled, or a passable feline variation. Bruce bellowed like a freight train, while Jelena...

... apparently seized her opportunity, her hands caressing the kitteh's throat as the taller skunkette leaned in overtop and kissed her.

Inside she was indignant. We were just dancing and being friendly! Why did you have to go and ruin it! Bruce isn't making a move! How dare you! Oh, wait, no, Bruce is kissing my neck now. And his hands are... yep, he's got one hand on my ass and one hand on Jelena's ass. I'm a kitteh sandwich! I am not going to stand for this!

Her body had stopped listening long ago. She reached up, digging one paw into the back of Bruce's huge head, the other into the back of Jelena's, pulling them both closer, hungry for their touch. Her legs went limp, the dizzy kitteh practically hanging off of them.

Jelena laughed, her delicate muzzle vibrating against Amber's lips. The taller herm managed to maneuver herself alongside the felines cheek, giggling into her oversized, floppy ear. "See, I knew you'd figure out how to loosen up," she purred. "Look at you, all... bendy and such..."

Amber's thoughts bounced in time with the beat. Everything seemed... fuzzy, or at least fuzzier than normal. The bulk between her thighs should have been weighing her down far more, dragging her hips to the ground, but she felt free from the bonds of gravity, trapped between Bruce and Jelena. No, not trapped... free... I'm just free...

A tiny paw slid from her tummy up to her breasts, while a much larger one started to wander from her hip to her nethers, though, and she had to put her foot down, figuratively and literally. Once she was supporting her own body once more, she gripped their wrists, pushing them back. "Ah ah ah," she said loudly to be heard over the music, head still lolling back. "I'm not THAT sort of kitteh!"

Bruce made a little moan of disappointment, but Jelena continued to hum into her ear thoughtfully. "You really aren't," she mused, sounding slightly surprised.

Amber didn't think it was possible, but the music seemed to be getting louder. The floor shuddered under the collective onslaught of thousands of pairs of paws, hooves and other extremities. "This is life in the City?" she wailed excitedly, twirling like a ballerina, or at least how she imagined a ballerina would twirl. Her tail thumped against Bruce's thighs, and she heard him laugh high above.

"Not all the time," Jelena said, eyes sparkling with each flash of the strobes. "But we take our special occasions VERY seriously."

"I've noticed!" Arms held overhead, Amber tried to imitate a move she'd seen the skunkette perform, sashaying side to side, forcing her knees apart and trying to drop her rump to her heels. The first half succeeded wonderfully, but she needed to practically climb back up Jelena's body to rise again.

The skunkette laughed, helping Amber straighten up. "Maybe leave the advanced moves for next time!"

"Gotta do more squats! Leg strength!"

Bruce's hands encircled her waist, and for a moment she was about to slap them away again but he kept them safely against her belly. After a brief, tense battle with herself she melted against him, leaning back and letting her feline instincts take over. "Purr, I say, purr," she giggled, writhing against him and feeling the familiar shape of his arousal against the small of her back.

Jelena's arousal was harder to detect through the armor-like shell of her restraints; Amber could have been grinding herself up against a porcupine and she'd never have felt a thing. The tight, whatever-it-was not-rubber dress sure drew the kitteh's eyes to the skunkette's breasts, adorable little nipples trying to pierce their glossy covering.

"You know," she said, mouthing carefully and trying not to be overheard by the rest of the crowd, "this is a lot more foreplay that I normally get! What... uhm... what are you doing after the party?"

Jelena glanced up at the looming figure of Bruce above them, and back down to the petite, gyrating feline. "Now who's presuming too much?" she leered, leaning in closer, dragging her tongue along Amber's cute, oversized ear.

"Sorry, I was... I just..."

The skunkette giggled, eyes alight with glee. "You're fucking adorable, do you know that? I mean, I get visitors from out of town, but they're all road-worn and a lot more experienced than they'd probably want to let on, but you... you're just a fluffy little cotton ball of cuteness, aren't you?"

Amber blinked, and not just because of the lasers stabbing overhead. "I don't know how to take that!" she said plaintively.

"It's a compliment!"

"Are you sure?!"

"From me, it is!"

"Hey, what are you grrls talking about down there?"

"Nothing!" they replied innocently.

Several different scenarios played out on Amber's drink-muddled mind. She doubted she could bring either one of them back to her Uncle's place, although when she thought about it, recalling the conversations with her parents over the last few weeks and her Uncle's fairly open views regarding his brother's and niece's condition, it seemed more likely that they would welcome Amber's new friends with open arms.

And that was just too weird for her to contemplate.

"I hope I can see you again," Amber said, voice tinged with sadness. "I don't come to the city very often!"

Jelena's expression never changed. "I have a room upstairs," she breathed, putting her lips against Amber's ear.

Those few words pushed Amber's already-excitable hormones into overdrive. Pressed so close together, the skunkette couldn't help but feel the vibrations emanating from the kitteh's restraints as her body yearned to grow larger, to show just how much love she could give. They held, but she wasn't sure just how much longer they'd last at this rate!

"What... about..." Amber wheezed, wincing as the pressure between her legs reached new heights.

"Oh, I think this should be a special occasion for you, darling. A New Years present, if you will..."

The feline's eyes widened, and Jelena responded with just a simple nod. Both grrls glanced downwards, and even though Amber's black-and-silver mound was several times larger than the skunkette's, there was still an awful lot of red Dyneema, and more of it by the second.

"Wanna celebrate the New Year with a bang?" Amber grinned, shocked by her own tawdriness.

The taller grrl straightened, giving Amber a muzzleful of white-ruffed cleavage, and smiled her most winning smile up at the dancing elk. "Bruce! How's about getting us a couple more drinks, eh, sugar?"

Bruce nodded a little too eagerly. "You betcha! Whatcha want? More o' them blue fruity things?"

"Mmmmm, sounds good," she replied, while Amber tried to keep a straight face. "Three?"

"Three! You got it!"

Nodding rapidly, antler-adornments rattling like a Crimbo tree, Bruce danced away towards the bar, singing a little ditty about blue fruity drinks.

"I feel a little bad for Bruce," Amber said, several of her little flights of fancy imagining what the poor elk would look like with a herm at either end! "Then again, maybe it's safer for him this way?"

"I know his type," Jelena said, twining herself around the feline, enormous floofy tail wrapping clear around the pair of them. "He's not likely to be letting you have your wicked way with him. Not with a beast like that in your panties, love."

"Who're you calling beast?!" Amber feigned shock and looked down. "Oh. Well, I guess that's as good a word as any... I just call them 'the girls'."

Jelena hooted. "Most of the grrls I know usually go for more... manlier names. My one friend, Jossica, calls hers Beowulf!"

Amber's jaw dropped, and she roared with laughter, drawing the attention of many dancers around them. "Hah! I love it! Maybe it does need a better name... I'll keep that in mind!"

"Maybe I can offer a few suggestions upstairs," the skunkette said throatily, tracing her fingertips along the steel-hard mounds of 'the girls'. "Before someone gets back with blue, fruity slushies."

Amber didn't need any further coaxing. Her body had been humming like a high-tension power line ever since she put the dress on, so many hours ago, and she felt as though her sac was starting to force her own internal organs out of the way just to make room. Clutching Jelena's paw tightly, she started to wind her way through the dancing masses, away from the bar.

It was only after an aimless minute that Jelena dug in her heels and managed to slow the kitteh down long enough to point in another direction and say, "The elevators are actually over there."

The music still echoing in their ears, they eventually managed to surface from the bouncing mob near one of the huge corridors that spiderwebbed their way through the Casino's main halls. They were still jam-packed with partiers, the clocks ticking down everywhere, a drink in everyone's hand and more party hats than she'd ever seen in her life.

Amber fumbled at her purse for the little map. "Ok, the elevators are... are somewhere... uhm... this way?"

Jelena chuckled, admiring the slinky, bottom-heavy feline in the proper light of the Casino. "I'm here a lot, just let me lead, allright?"

The hyper-kitten grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. Not used to letting someone else lead, I guess."

"I've noticed," the skunkette said wryly, pulling Amber through the crowd, heading for the elevators at the base of the Ruby Tower. Amber couldn't take her eyes off of her newest friend, the way the tiny little hole for her tail seemed to sprout a black-and-white cloud, the way the red material squeaked and squawked with every step, the way her body strained to overflow those confines. "Are you staring at my ass?"

"What? No!"

"Aww. Why not?"

Amber opened her mouth to reply, but the front of their little two-car train suddenly lurched hard to the right, the grrls darting through the closing elevator doors and jamming themselves into the already-full compartment.

"Urf! Sorry! Uhm! Going up?"

Amber had expected the elevator to be full of regular hotel people, quietly going upstairs to go to bed or polish their monocles or something, but it was like a tiny little microcosm of the larger party. The lights were dimmed, music was being piped in over the speakers, drinks were still being hoisted, and the elevator seemed to sway from side to side from all the dancing. Amber was pressed up against the elevator doors, Jelena's tail filling nearly her vision.

The tail twitched side to side, giving Amber glimpses of the mini party, but she was more focused on the skunkette's rump, writhing with practiced, fluid ease against her lap. She slid her own hands forward, amazed at how slick Jelena's dress was, until her own paws reached the taller herm's impressively large endowments. Mmmm, she's bigger than Mona! Oh, gods, why do I want to compare them now?! Bad brain!

"PARTY ON THE SIXTEENTH FLOOR!" someone shouted, to raucous cries of approval.

Jelena's paws settled onto Amber's, and the kitteh thought that the skunkette wanted her to stop, but all she did was guide the shorter herm's hands, helping her to explore. Jammed into the elevator like sardines, Amber was pretty sure no-one could possibly see her hands, but her cheeks still burned with embarrassment. I wonder what fwoomping someone in an elevator would be like... NO! Stop it, brain! You suck! The cables would never be strong enough.

By the time the elevator dinged to a stop on the 16th floor, Amber's fangs were bared and her eyes were squeezed shut. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, breaths coming shallow trying to stay in control of her actions, but with twin handfuls of Jelena it was a miracle she'd lasted this long. She was silently thankful that the din was masking her plaintive mewls.

The doors slid open and she nearly tumbled backwards, clutching very intimately at Jelena's body to keep upright. The crowd flowed out into the hallway, seemed to collectively pause to orient itself, and trundled off down the corridor, hunting for the erstwhile private party.

"Hey! You two wanna come?!" someone yelled back from the group.

Jelena leaned into the hallway and waved. "No thanks! We're getting off together!"

"HAH!" Amber all but screamed, clapping both paws over her mouth to stifle her hysterical giggles. With a 'ding', the doors slid shut, and they were alone.

The skunkette poked at the button for the next floor up and leaned back opposite the kitteh, sinking into the enormous floof of her tail. Amber was still twitching, snorting manically through her paws, staring unabashedly at her new friend's lap.

"Are you going to survive, hon?" Jelena asked innocently, resting one delicate paw casually on her substantially swollen sac, a single finger sliding up and down the skintight outline of her flaccid shaft. Before, it had hung to just above her knee, as thick as her wrist, but it had thickened up enormously and seemed to be curled up on itself like a sleeping python.

Still clutching at her muzzle, Amber nodded frantically.

"You look like you're about to explode."

Fingers popping one by one, she released her mouth. "Usually when people say that to me, there's a tinge of fear involved," she eventually managed, voice strained.

Jelena laughed, a sultry, toe-curling titter that caused all the stiff little hairs on Amber's tail to stand on end. "You've definitely been hanging out with the small-town crowd too long, sweetie," she purred. "It takes a lot more than that to scare me."

The door chimed again, sliding back to reveal the fairly quiet 17th floor of the Ruby Tower. The skunkette gestured grandly. "After you?"

Amber squeaked and toddled into the hallway, glancing to either side. "Hey, why am I going first? You have the key."

"I just wanted to see if you were still going to try and be in charge, little miss bossy pants."

Amber stuck out her tongue, no longer surprised when Jelena leaned in close and wrapped her lips around it, kissing the excitable hyper passionately. The elevator door dinged and shut, trundling back down to the lobby. The skunkette's tail wrapped around Amber's legs, seemingly everywhere at once.

"You know, it's not often I do freebies, but you're a... special case," Jelena whispered, pulling the stunned kitteh towards her room. She pulled her keycard out from the impressive depths of her cleavage and swiped the door, guiding Amber inside with her tail.

Amber paused, the door closing behind her. "Wait, what? Freebies?"

Jelena clapped and the lights came up, revealing the sort of room that Amber had only ever seen in the movies. Faux-marble columns, red carpets, red wallpaper, brass everything and... and...

"A heart-shaped bed?"

The skunkette giggled. "Hey, what can I say, I'm a sucker for the classics. Care for a drink? The mini-bar is out-freaking-rageous here," she said, moving to the huge panoramic windows.

"Oh, no no no, no more for me. Urf. Ever," Amber hiccuped, moving awkwardly towards the Jelena, unable to take her eyes off of that red-clad rump. "It was fun for a few minutes there, but now I feel like I just got out of a paint mixer."

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls," Jelena quipped, tugging the drapes open to reveal the splendor of the city around them.

Amber saw the hundreds of buildings around them, thousands of illuminated windows, people drinking and dancing and kissing in countless variations. She took a step backwards, self-consciously covering her lap with her paws. "Er... shouldn't you be closing those?"

"Why?" the skunkette asked innocently.

"Er..."

Moving like an evil ballerina, Jelena closed the distance between the two of them, and this time there was nothing polite or playful in her embrace. This time, Amber felt as though her tongue were being pulled out of her mouth, one small but deceptively strong paw digging into the small of her back and the other crushing her muzzle to the skunkette's.

The kitteh's paws wavered uncertainly for a moment. Hey, I'm usually the one in the driver's seat! Her brief fling with Cindy filled her mind, and she had to wonder if she was going a little gayer than she'd planned. Still, Jelena wasn't female, she was a herm, which was a warm, fuzzy grey area. On the other paw, what was she supposed to do in THAT situation? With two creatures genetically predisposed to rather ludicrous amounts of mating, what exactly-

She pulled free with a gasp, filling her lungs with fresh air and taking in Jelena's narrowed, predatory eyes. "Freebies?" she panted again.

The black-furred herm nodded, tail looming over them like a palm tree. "Yeah, this is a big night for gals like me. I can pay a whole month's rent with the right date, but... you know, sometimes you just have to live life."

Click. "You're a prostitute?!"

Jelena clucked her tongue. "You know, some of us prefer the term 'sex-trade worker', but that always sounds sort of lame and clinical. Might as well call a freestyle motocross racer a 'bicycle enthusiast'. 'Escort' will work fine, if you don't mind." Her eyes narrowed further. "You really didn't know that?"

"What!? No! What?!"

The skunk's ruby-colored lips curled down. "I hope that's not a problem for you," she said softly, all at once her embrace becoming tender and comforting. "Look, I know it's probably not what you were expecting your first night in the city, but... well, we're regular people, too, just a little bit more in touch with our sexy side, and to be honest, for any sort of hyper it's a pretty good gig."

Amber's mouth worked silently. "I..." she squeaked.

Jelena seemed to take it in stride, her muzzle dipping now and smooching at Amber's throat and her creamy gold ruff. "I'll give you a minute," she murmured, sliding both hands down to Amber's tush, giving her a loving fondle. "Mmmmm, you must work out! Buns of steel..."

"I... I just..."

The escort's gifted lips caressed like silk across Amber's breasts, the kitteh inhaling sharply. "Mmm, you're very well-proportioned for being so bottom-heavy! Usually it's one or the other with hypers..."

"I... eeep..."

"I'm pretty well split down the middle, lucky me," Jelena murred, delicately gripping the bodice of Amber's dress and tugging it down, exposing much more cream-and-gold cleavage, and the hints of the crimson bra beneath. "A good mix for the boys and the girls. Mmmm, you even smell cute..."

"Can you... you just..."

Those manicured paws slid down the backs of her thighs, little blunted claws ticking at the underside of her sac while the tenacious skunkette's lips slowly smooched along the enormous outline of her sheath. "Gods, you're as tight as a drum. What are you wearing under here, anyways? Stainless steel?"

"K-kevlar with carbon-fibre b-bindings," Amber managed, paws clenched in fists at her side, knees shaking. "I... you... careful..."

Jelena blinked. "Wait, what?" She flipped up Amber's skirt, revealing the utilitarian, gunmetal grey restraints, currently loosened to their maximum fully-rated size, tiny tufts of white and gold fur peeking through gaps in the bindings. "Sweet merciful fuckbutter, I thought you were kidding when you said restraints! You're one of those hypers?!"

Amber smiled, chewing on a claw. "And here I thought it was obvious."

The skunkette sat on her haunches and just stared, one hand on the outer slope of each basketball-sized, rumbling teste, running the very tip of her nose up and down the straining tube of the kitteh's sheath. "I meet a lot of grrls who try to... you know, pad their size, fluff up before going out, try to make themselves look bigger," she said weakly. "You... you're trying to make yourself look smaller and, honey, it's not working."

"Nothing works," she pouted. "You wouldn't believe the trouble I've had finding a boyfriend for longer than one night."

"Oh, I think I would," Jelena marveled. "You mean you... put this... in there?"

Their eyes met, and Amber's smirk was all the answer she needed. "I like a challenge," Amber grinned, arching her brow.

"No shit," the skunkette purred, nuzzling her face against the rock-hard restraints, breathing deeply of the kitteh's scents. "I wonder if this is how normal people feel when they meet me!"

"I wouldn't know normal from a space alien," she chuckled. "This is just how I've always felt."

"Really?" Jelena whispered, sliding herself deliciously back up Amber's body, arching her back and nearly engulfing the kitteh's short muzzle in her black-and-white-furred breasts. "You... always feel this way?"

"Maybe not QUITE like this," Amber giggled, pulling the skunkette closer. "I've never been this close to another herm before, and really I've only met two others."

"Were they as big as you?"

"Pfah. In their dreams."

"Were they as big as me?"

Before Amber could reply she found herself tumbling backwards onto the bed, sinking into the overstuffed mattress and countless layers of satin. She started to fumble at her restraints, wriggling her paws beneath her and hunting for those darn buckles, but the sight of Jelena slowly, languidly tugging her red Dyneema cocktail dress down froze the kitteh like a statue.

Her dress was little more than a tube that clung to every nuance of her perfect figure, and Amber couldn't help but think about the condom she'd used in the Art Room as the skunkette started to roll the dress down. Another little tug and it was down to her belly button, the skunkette's high, flawless, white-furred breasts standing proud. More white bellyfur was revealed, inch by delicious inch, contrasting with the ebon pelt of her sides.

Moving like a reed in the wind to music only she could hear, eyes closed and muzzle hanging open, that red sheath squeaked and protested as it was rolled over her waist. The white patch of bellyfur narrowed, directing Amber's eyes further south. The skunkette was clearly putting a lot more muscle into it now, tough synthetic material unwilling to yield, but another shove and it was beyond the widest part of her hips,

Amber was no stranger to cocks, as improper as that might sound. Arjuna and Zeke's, as different from eachother as was possible. Luis's had received so many thank-you blowjobs that Amber had joked she should just write her name on it with a sharpie. Alex's equine member, Royston's girthy ursine shaft... she had a remarkably broad experience, to say nothing of her intimate familiarity with her own anatomy.

But this was definitely a new page for her. "Wow," she murmured approvingly, propping herself up slightly on her elbows, legs parting to allow herself a little more room.

Jelena was sheathless, the glossy smooth skin of her shaft somehow even blacker than her fur. The little bit of the base that the kitteh could see was definitely thicker than the skunkette's arm, a fine criss-crossing of veins catching the light. Wriggling faster now, the cocktail dress stretched one final time over her creamy white sac and then dropped with a faint 'thud' to the carpet.

Her tail popped back up, swishing free, and she posed unselfconsciously, the skunkette fully, deliciously nude, her back to the wide open windows. Amber whimpered, her restraints giving another, much louder tortured creak.

"Is that a boulder in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?" Jelena turned slightly to the side, giving the glassy-eyed kitteh a better view. The escort was definitely more blessed than most herms Amber was aware of, hardly even semi-hard and swaying weightily back and forth below her knees, propped up slightly by her mouth-wateringly large, firm balls, each as large as her head.

"Happy," Amber mumbled, watching that slick black shaft bounce with each beat of her heart, thin skin straining as those veins engorged, tendons quivering with building pressure. The kitteh was not very surprised to realize that Jelena was undoubtedly smaller than she was, but that was by far the largest she'd ever laid eyes on that wasn't her own. The tip lifted above the edge of the bed, easily three feet long and still growing.

Amber reached out, her fingertips delicately stroking the skunkette's heavy glans, and the onyx column jumped. Jelena shivered, her hands writhing in her lap. "Don't leave me in suspense, lover," she whispered, stepping closer, her shaft sliding along the satin sheets.

The kitteh blinked and then blushed, once again shifting onto her side and fumbling for the straps. "Uhm, I should probably warn you," she said nervously, glancing out the window and wondering how many people could see in. "I'm a little bigger than it looks."

"That's not so much a 'warning' as it is 'enticing', Amber," Jelena giggled, kneeling alongside the cream-and-gold hyper. "This might be the first time I've ever had a client bigger than me!"

"I'm a client now?" Amber asked. "I thought it was a freebie?"

"Pro bono."

"Mmmm, good term for it."

"Oh, here, let me help, you're never going to get these off. Uhm, which ones do I grab?"

"The chrome ones, those are the release buckles, I can never quite get them at this angle."

"I thought kitties were supposed to be flexible? Hold on, I got it... unf..."

"Are you ok?"

"It's like trying to pry a car door open! How tight are these things?"

"You don't want to know. Here, hold on, let me sort of get more onto my side..."

"OW, it's pinching my finger! OW!"

"Sorry! I can't really help it! OW, it's digging!"

"OW!"

Jelena tumbled backwards, ending up in a heap by the padded heart-shaped headboard. Amber screeched as her restraints unwound, crushing tension vanishing in an instant. With a final 'thwip' of freed kevlar they collapsed into a greyish pile and were immediately hidden as the kitteh's hermness expanded to it's natural state.

"Ah... hah hah... aahhhh, that feels good," Amber moaned with relief, sprawled out on the bed, breathing hard. "Thanks, I was starting to really cramp up."

It was Jelena's turn to stare, seeing the unfettered feline's true nature revealed. She sat up, her obsidian cock hardening with one final pump of her heart, bobbing at a steep angle between the grrls. "That's real?" she asked in disbelief.

"One hundred percent Amber," she purred, running her hands along her immense canine sheath, propped up atop a sac that looked equal in mass to the rest of her body. The skunkette couldn't even see Amber's legs beyond them. "I DID warn you, you know. Several times. Oh, hey! A mirrored ceiling!"

"Yeah, but... you're a full-on hyper!"

Amber arched her back, staring lustfully at the slender and still enormously hung escort. "And you're not?"

"Not like THAT! Wait... what's that?"

Amber followed Jelena's eyes and blushed. "Oh, that's... a Crimbo present. From my mom." Stretched obscenely around her deep red sheath was what appeared to be a fuzzy rainbow-striped sock, with silver and gold fur trim around the top. "She knows I get cold easily, and... yeah."

Jelena started to giggle, and Amber glared. "Don't say it," the feline warned.

"Stocking..."

"Don't say it!"

"... stuffer!"

Amber rolled her enormous eyes and grumbled to herself. "That joke's never going to get old, is it?"

Jelena seemed to be trying to hide her face behind her cock, and was actually succeeding remarkably well. She scooted down the bed while Amber scooted up, the hyper kitteh stopping when she drew level with the skunkette's alabaster sac, stroking each swell fondly and giving them little kisses. "You don't get to do that much, do you?" the taller girl asked thoughtfully, stroking Amber's ears.

"Not with anyone a tenth this size," she murmured, nuzzling each melon-sized orb. She slowly dragged a single claw up along the underside of Jelena's shaft, as far as she could reach, and then back down again, admiring the way the already-taxed veins stretched even larger at her touch. "You're just the perfect size."

The skunkette stared down at Amber's nethers, watching that colorful cockwarmer fill out further. "Perfect? Honey, you're thicker than me, and you're not even OUT yet. I don't think there's going to be enough room on the bed!"

Amber frowned and sighed, closing her eyes and resting her head in the warm, inviting fluff between the base of the skunkette's shaft and the twin mounds of her sac. "I know," she muttered, wriggling her legs and trying to get some feeling back in her toes. "Story of my life."

"That's not what I meant!" This was an unusual situation for the experienced escort, for a number of reasons. She had never been with anyone even remotely close to this size; heck, she'd only ever been with anyone bigger than herself once, and it was only a tiny bit bigger! This was also, considering the advanced state of undress, the least happy client she'd ever encountered. "Amber, you're phenomenal! Gods, I want to send thank-you cards to everyone you've ever been with!"

The kitteh giggled, vibrating Jelena's most sensitive areas. "They might appreciate that." Her big, fluffy paws continued to stroke her creamy white sac, watching them swell slowly but surely with seed. "How big do you get?"

Jelena glanced between them. "Uhm... if it's a really GOOD night, I get about as big as you are now," she said hoarsely. "And that's too much for some people. How big-"

Amber held one her arms as high above the bed as she could reach. "Let's just say the bed DEFINITELY wouldn't be big enough."

"Fu-u-u-u-uck."

The kitteh nodded. "I won't feel bad if you want to go back down to the party."

The sultry skunkette froze. "Are you sure?"

Darn, Amber thought. "Yeah," she said out loud, giving those huggable testes another smooch. "It's ok. I understand."

Jelena sat up slowly, stroking Amber's ears with a fingertip. "Well, in that case," she said demurely, shifting her weight slightly, scooting a little further down the bed...

And when Amber tried to sit up, she found herself straddled and quite expertly pinned by a vision in black and white. Tiny but powerful paws gripped her shoulders, strong thighs squeezed her waist, and the skunkette's tail was doing something unseen but absolutely wonderful to her sheath. Jelena leaned in close, peeked her muzzle around her shaft, and winked.

"The fact that you even suggested it," she growled, baring her dainty teeth, "and meant it, and said you understood, means that something is seriously wrong with this situation, darling. And I can't just sit by, and not... help."

The rainbow sheathwarmer continued to stretch, dimpling in her flesh where it had reached its limits. "That's not fair," Amber yelped, struggling but not too hard. "I know I'm too big for some people! There's nothing wrong with that!"

Jelena leaned even closer, her cock pressed between their breasts, sliding her pert little rear along Amber's twitching sheath. "You, my pet, lack confidence."

The kitteh squeaked indignantly. "Hey, I've got self-esteem falling out of my butt!" she grumbled. "Confidence isn't the issue!"

"Then why did you want to go back downstairs?"

"Because I'm... unf... too BIG! I was swelling up all night, there's no way this is going to work unless you sign some sort of waiver, and the damage to the room-"

Grunting with exasperation, Jelena leaned forward with all of her weight, silencing Amber's protests with her lips. The kitteh squeaked again, preparing to fight back, but instead her eyes closed slowly, her body melting against the skunkette's, hands reaching up to embrace the gorgeous herm.

"Honey, there's a lot... a LOT of stuff we can do... that doesn't involve you renovating the room," Jelena moaned softly into Amber's ear.

Amber's eyes widened, and she began to thrash awkwardly. Jelena tried to stop her, to soothe her, but the kitteh batted her hands away. "I'm not escaping, I... unf, I need my purse! Quickly!"

"What? Oh!" Jelena leapt nimbly to her feet, an act that made the supremely overburdened feline more than a little jealous. The skunkette dropped down to the floor, cock bouncing alarmingly, and found the little black-and-silver strappy purse, tossing it over to Amber. "Here ya go!"

Amber dumped it out in a hurry, a little pile of makeup and high-protein snack foods forming, along with two large, shiny black objects. She picked up one, realized it was her new smartphone, and tossed it aside in favor of the other. "Gods, I never thought I'd have to use this already!"

"What? What's going on? Are you ok? Do I have to loosen something else?"

"No! The opposite!" She tore open her father's Crimbo present, brought along only at his insistence, 'just in case'. For once, she was grateful for the horrible conversations she had to endure with him. Clear plastic wrapping shredded under her claws, and the cardboard packaging followed suit.

Sitting up awkwardly, her lap more than overflowing with a sac like twin fuzzy beachballs and a sheath that was nearly as large as her torso, she fumbled with the device. A new scent began to permeate the room, Jelena's nostrils flaring, ancient portions of her brain lighting up like fireworks. "Let me help you," she leered, stepping closer.

"Not yet! Eep! Just... just have to... THERE." She slumped back against the bed, giggling to herself. "That... ow... that's better. I think."

Jelena took a hesitant step forwards. "What is that?"

Both grrls looked at the circle of silvery material that wrapped around Amber's rainbow-clad shaft, just shy of the yearning cuff. "It's something for hypers," she explained. "My... uh, friend told me about them, and how they might help with... well, growing beyond all reason everytime someone drops their pants. Panties. Cocktail dress. Whatever."

Jelena poked Amber's sheath, which jerked in response."Gods, it feels like an oak tree in there," she marveled, leaning in closer to inspect the ring of silver. "So it's, what, like a cockring?"

Amber nodded, her hands playing over her churning pupmakers. "Pretty much. It's like twenty times thicker than my restraints. The commercial shows it hanging a cement truck off a bridge."

"Golly."

The kitteh nodded. "So I give it... I dunno, seventy percent chance."

"I can't tell if you're kidding."

"Me either."

They stared at eachother for several moments, and then both grrls glanced out of the windows. "Do you think anyone's watching?" Amber asked.

"It's almost midnight. I hope so." Jelena crawled onto the heart-shaped bed, and Amber scooted over as much as she could. The skunkette admired the feline's outrageous body, more hermness than anything else. "Seriously. Thank-you cards to everyone."

With Jelena's help, Amber managed to get her dress off over her head, as the other direction was now quite physically impossible. It was the black-furred herms turn to cuddle up this time, resting her entire body against Amber's sac, wrapping her arms around one great fuzzy sphere and hugging it in delight. "Damn, you're big," she breathed. "I used to have dreams about getting this big, when I was just a kit. So big I needed wheels on the bottom to walk around... everyone thought I was crazy. But you... you're like a stealth hyper! Heck, you're practically my size most of the time, right? With those thingies on?"

Amber leaned back, hands clasped behind her head, just enjoying the moment. She was naked, there was a very naked and VERY aroused skunkette currently getting to second base with one of her balls, and she wasn't worrying about having to explain to the paramedics what had just happened. It was very liberating. "Yeah, I'm a grower. For obvious reasons, this means I usually have to act fast, and... I don't ALWAYS want to go so fast! Like, if I want to fit, I have to get them naked and start pumping away before I've hardly grown at all, and it sometimes just sucks all the fun out of it."

"Don't the have lotions for that?"

The kitteh winced. "Don't talk to be about lotions. I've tried them all, and there's always something WRONG with them, for everything that goes right. Either it stalls my growth until I get pushed too far, then it ALL happens at once, or it suppresses my body while it sends my mind into fucking hyperdrive, with my hormones TRYING to compensate, or... well, they don't always work. Right now I'm just on libido-suppressing supplements, which is probably how I made it all the way to midnight without... without..."

"Stuffing someone's stocking?" Jelena winked, running her paws up and down Amber's collared sheath.

"Grr, stop it!"

"But you look like the world's biggest candy cane! Hey, I wonder if you taste as sweet," the skunkette giggled, moving closer and clasping the rainbow column with both hands, running her tongue along the fuzzy warmer. Her own shiny, wet-looking cock weighed heavily against Amber's belly, tightly-bunched tendons standing out against the thinning skin. "Pleh. Nah. Too much fleece."

"Hey, this was your idea! There'd be MORE than enough of me to go around, but no-o-o, you wanted to try other stuff," Amber said with mock indignation.

"Want me to take it off?" Jelena asked sweetly, fumbling at the double-safety catch.

"NO!"

"Then in that case, you're going to lean back, relax, and... let me work."

"Oooo, you make it sound so clinical."

Jelena kissed her way down to where the warmer ended, still more than a foot of deep burgundy maleness exposed. Amber was stretched beyond what she had thought her limits were, but she felt no pain beyond a slight ache just behind where the collar kept her under control. She ran a paw across the base of her sheath. "Gods, I feel like a truck tire!"

"You smell nicer, though," the skunkette purred, nuzzling her muzzle in between the base of Amber's sheath and the still-rising mountains of her sac. "Are these going to keep growing?"

"Erk... I don't know. Maybe? This... I mean, probably not, but they're not going to go back down, either, and... awwww, I really should have planned ahead."

Jelena laughed, maneuvering around slightly, bringing her legs closer to Amber's body. "Don't worry, we'll get you taken care of, somehow. Remember: I'm a professional."

Amber laughed, bringing her hands around to caress Jelena's back, and whatever else she could reach, when the impressively acrobatic herm seemed to lift up on just one knee and twirl, straddling the kitteh's body but still facing her nethers. This presented Amber with an impressive view of... of...

"Oh my," she managed, voice thick with trepidation. Jelena's tail loomed overhead like a black-and-white avalanche, her rump inches from the kitteh's muzzle. She had never before noticed the way the bright white stripes on Jelena's back seemed to flow around her tail like water around a rock, each coming to a little point mid-cheek. Amber inhaled, a million different scents short-circuiting her mind.

"Whoa! Your sheath just bucked like a bull! Are you ok back there?"

"Mmmm hmmm," Amber purred, sliding her hands up along Jelena's unseen thighs, fingertips tracing the veins that were really starting to liven up just below the surface. Slowly, oh so slowly, she leaned her head forwards, her tiny rasping tongue lapping just once. Jelena jerked as though shocked, thighs clamping the feline's body tight, and Amber giggled. "I hope you're not just being professional," she teased.

"No no, not at all. Do that again."

Amber's experience in this arena consisted largely of a one-night fling with Cindy, and it had been lamentably brief. Jelena seemed to have eyes in the back of her head, somewhere else unexpected; the skunkette rolled her hips, presenting considerably more of herself to Amber's delight. She could feel Jelena's sac against her breasts, and found she could glide her tongue from those lavender-scented sable folds all the way down to the delectable undersides of the escort's creamy white balls and back again.

Jelena trembled, grinding her shaft against Amber's sheath, futilely trying to wrap her arms around the hyper's burgeoning testes. Given her dimensions, the skunkette's clientele was overwhelmingly male, the sort who were only too willing to submit themselves to her dominant urges. Rarely did foreplay involve her being on the receiving end, and what Amber lacked in skill and experience she more than made up for with gusto.

Both stiffened when synthesized muzak filled the room; Amber pushed Jelena's tail aside so she could smack herself on the forehead. "Uhm... that's me, hold on," she mumbled, licking her lips and fumbling blindly around the satin sheets for her new phone.

Jelena giggled helplessly, burying her face against the kitteh's sheathwarmer. "You really know how to set the mood," she teased, patting Amber's tummy. "What is that song? I know that song."

"Nothing! Gyah, where is it?"

The skunkette glanced sideways, watching Amber grope. "Left. Other left. No, almost there. Now it's under a sheet. Jeez, I'd have hung up by now."

"Only three people have my phone number, and... AH HAH, got it! I'm super, super, super sorry, but I NEED to take this just for a second! Hello?" she asked breathlessly, thumbing the talk button.

"AMBER!" her mother cried loudly over the phone, laughter and merriment almost overpowering her in the background. "WHERE ARE YOU?"

Amber watched Jelena's rump quiver above her as the skunkette tried to keep from laughing. "I'm upstairs! Uhm... there's a smaller party, on the... sixteenth floor! With some new friends!"

"WOO! SHAKE IT! SORRY, HONEY, THAT WAS SOMEONE ELSE! ARE YOU COMING DOWN FOR MIDNIGHT?!"

"Uhm, no, Mom, we're cool up here, and mmmph!" Amber thought it had been difficult to talk to her mother while a hyper-herm escort straddled her face, but she found it was even more difficult when said escort dropped her hips onto the kitteh's muzzle.

"ARE YOU SURE? IT SOUNDS AWFUL QUIET UP THERE! YOU'RE MISSING A GREAT PARTY DOWN HERE! YOU CAN MEET MY NEW FRIENDS!! WOOO!!"

Both hands clamped around her muzzle, Jelena sounded like a steam engine that was nearing it's bursting point as she struggled to silence her merriment. Amber sank her claws into her rump and she jerked into the air, giving the kitteh just enough time to say, "I'll be down later love you bye bye!"

She thumbed the phone off just as Jelena exploded with laughter. Cheeks burning, Amber muted the ringer and tossed the phone aside, then swatted Jelena sharply on the rear. "Bitch!"

"I'M SORRY!" the skunkette cackled, clutching at her belly. "I couldn't... couldn't help... myself..."

"I can bite you from here!"

This just seemed to make her laugh harder. "Oh... oh man... I had a... a guy get a call once... from his mom... while I was railing him... this is a close second... oh my gods my tummy hurts..."

Try as she might, she couldn't hold on to her frustration, and soon Amber was giggling, too. "I just wish I could say that was the most awkward thing that's happened to me, but this hardly even cracks the top ten," she chuckled wryly, smooching at Jelena's moist folds.

"In the New Year, you can try for a whole new top ten," Jelena wheezed, finally getting her breath under control. "Whoo. Wow. Sorry about that."

"Mmmmm, don't worry about it," Amber murmured, nibbling at the base of her tail. "Where were we?"

Executing another acrobatic aerial maneuver that Amber could never hope to replicate, Jelena swung herself up and around, bringing her rump to rest against the base of the kitteh's sheath and facing the other grrl once more. "Hmmm, I don't remember," she said thoughtfully, chewing on one finger and stroking more than three feet of coal-black shaft. "My mind has gone blank."

"Awww!"

Jelena's eyes narrowed evilly. "Usually I've got rules when it comes to vanilla customers, so I don't want to blow your mind or scar you for life or anything," she said, sounding as though she were describing options on a burger joint menu. "But I think you need a bit of a treat."

Amber's eyes slid down to where the skunkette's balls were valiantly trying to catch up to her own size, each now larger than basketballs and firm to the touch, thinning fur streaked through with pulsating blood vessels. "What sort of treat?" she murred, stroking her fluffy paws over them.

"Oh, I think you know," Jelena whispered, slipping off of Amber's lap with a little grunt of effort. Wow, the skunkette thought, I haven't been this full in MONTHS! What a grrl! "Loving them and leaving them? A trail of bloated, heartbroken boys in your wake? Someone needs a taste of their own medicine."

The kitteh blinked nervously, sitting up slightly. "I don't know about 'heartbroken', exactly," she said.

Jelena reached up and gathered all of the bed's satiny pillows, making a small pile next to Amber. "A date with someone like you, and then being forced to settle for regular people? They're heartbroken. Trust me."

"I see them at school, they don't SEEM heart... what are you doing with the pillows?"

"You need some help understanding just what you do to people, sweetness," Jelena continued. "The sort of effect a good fwoomping can have on a man."

"You call it 'fwoomping', too?!"

"I have, like, ten articles of clothing that say 'fwoomp'. I have a pair of hot pink boyshorts that say 'fwoomp' across the front in sparkles. Hmmm, we might need more pillows."

"Pillows for what? What's going on?"

With her legs almost completely obscured by her balls, only her shins and footpaws sticking out on their far side, Amber wasn't sure how she was supposed to get a taste of anything, medicine or not, but Jelena, like most hypers, proved to be far stronger than she looked. Slipping one petite paw beneath the feline's shoulders and another beneath her rump, the skunkette hoisted, eyes bulging out from the strain. "Whnnrgg! You're... heavier... than you... look..."

"It's glandular!" Amber snarked, sticking out her tongue.

Knees sinking into the mattress like quicksand, the skunkette managed to roll Amber onto her side, body supported a handspan above the satin plain by the retaining wall of pillows, staggeringly overfilled hermness propping up her legs. "Next time... gotta get you, like... a swing, or something," Jelena panted, nibbling at Amber's ear, pressing her breasts against the feline's back.

It was starting to dawn on Amber just what was going on. Her tail, freed for the first time since actually landing on the bed, began to wag excitedly, arching back to fondle what of the midnight black herm she could reach. "Usually, it's not my, ah, position that's important," she said softly, one paw stealing into her lap, the other reaching back to pet Jelena's cock. "We just sort of MAKE it work."

"You seem so dainty, I don't want to hurt you," Jelena said huskily, squeezing the kitteh's tush. "Mmmm, you're a lot softer than I thought! Those restraints... doesn't that hurt?"

Amber shrugged, wiggling her hips suggestively. "Hypers are built for strength," she winked, turning her head to face her lover. "They make bulletproof SWAT armor out of that stuff, and I'm already wearing out the seams. It's nothing my ass can't handle."

Jelena's tiny black paw slipped nimbly between Amber's cream-and-gold cheeks, the feline squealing and bouncing at the intimate touch. "I'm going to hold you to that," the skunkette breathed, slithering down the satin sheets, tender kisses working their way along Amber's spine towards her tail. "Oh yes, I will..."

The nervous kitteh wanted to ask the skilled escort to be gentle with her, as it would be her first time, but the touch of those black paws against her nethers, those lips against her fur, that achingly hard shaft caressing everything else as the skunkette scooted... it was all Amber could do not to bite through her lip. The Crimbo gifts from her parents were both being pushed to their absolute limits, rainbow cocksock showing rich burgundy flesh through countless tiny gaps, the collar making noises like incredibly tiny bells ringing. Her sheath was now definitely bigger around than her body, but it was keeping her contained, for now.

Jelena leaned over one last time, clamping her muzzle onto the base of Amber's sheath and giggling. "Next time you come back to town, honey? Please, please, please give me a call."

"Are you talking to me, or my dick?"

There was a long pause. "Yes?"

"I can smack you with my tail really hard from here, you know!"

"That's nothing compared to what I can do..." Skunky kisses trailed down Amber's hindquarters, along the backs of her thighs, and the kitteh lost sight of her. "Usually I have to tie someone up before they'll let me do this! Of course, it's usually their idea in the first place."

"Do what, exactly?"

"Don't worry," Jelena rumbled. "It's nothing you can't handle."

"Eep?"

The skunkette's teasing little fingers retreated from her tail, only to be replaced by something much larger, and much hotter. Had the grrls been more normal sized they would have been spooning, but they were both used to having to improvise, and Jelena was especially good from this position. She gripped Amber's hips with deceptively strong fingers and braced herself. "You might want to hold onto something," she warned, voice thick with desire.

Amber curled up slightly, as much as her loins would allow, cupping her breasts and squeezing for dear life. "So this is what all those boys felt like," she said with wonder tinged by trepidation. "Minus the boobs."

Jelena clamped her maw around Amber's tail, and thrust with all her might. "Rrrrrrr," she growled, animal instincts taking over. Her raven black shaft bulged as the strain climbed to eye-watering levels, creaking tendons bending slightly.

Suddenly understanding the reason for tapered shafts on a level that took her breath away, her muffled cries of ecstasy contrasted with the skunkette's guttural snarls. Come on you can do it, you were WAY the fuck bigger than this when you were with... anyone, really! Oh my tail, oh this isn't going to work, come on, relax, baby, relax relax rela-a-a-a-a-...

"Aaaaaaahhh!" she wailed as her virgin tailhole yielding to Jelena's passions. With one shove, Amber found her insides stretching around nearly a foot of glossy ebon skunkcock, tail thrashing madly in Jelena's mouth. "F-f-f-f-f-f-uckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"

Slender black arms encircled her waist and she flexed again, forcing herself further, nearly half of her length now. For the first time, she felt what all those poor boys had felt, one paw groping in disbelief: her belly was bulging outwards now, downy fur wrapped around cast-iron brawn. "Oh... oh..."

"Are you ok?" Jelena asked worriedly, nuzzling the kitteh's lower back and pausing to redouble her efforts. Her client's cream-and-gold backside spread invitingly as she inched herself forwards.

"Oh hell yes..." Amber groaned, gripping her distended tummy with one paw and grasping blindly behind her with the other.

Grinning hugely, proud of the elfin and absurdly endowed feline, Jelena bucked, several more inches ploughing their way in. "Are you... unf... sure this is your first time?"

"Beginner's... luck..."

"Most of my first timers would have... yelled bloody murder by now... but still begged... begged me to go harder!"

"I know what that's like," Amber squeaked, the bulge in her belly now ridiculously pronounced, drawn up between her breasts and still growing. "And I'm hardly... ever... that... small!"

"Them's fighting words!" Jelena howled with glee, drawing back with delicious slowness and ramming deeper still. Sac sloshing loudly despite their rapidly peaking capacity, she nearly hilted herself in the writhing but accommodating kitteh. "Mmmmm, you're tighter than a keyhole!"

"I bet you say that... to all the grrls..."

"I would if I met many," Jelena gasped, craning her neck and just managing to reach Amber's ear with her tongue once more. "Grrls like us... don't tend to have much trouble... finding partners."

Amber rocked back and forth, grinding her hips back as much as she could, as much as she dared. Those creamy white balls weighed heavily against the backs of her thighs; she lifted her leg as high as she could, trying to swing it over her own beachball-sized pupmakers and letting all four orbs snuggle up together. "Good point," she mewled, her head lolling limply. "Ohhh, gods, I've been missing out..."

"Just gotta find... someone willing to give... AND take..."

Beyond the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, the pair had quickly become minor local celebrities. Text messages flashed back and forth, cel phone cameras were conscripted into action, and those with zoom lenses found themselves sorely testing their abilities.

Amber's size seemed to have finally plateaued, and she couldn't remember ever being nearly so big without being fully erect. She didn't know what would happen next, or what would happen in the morning, and she didn't care.

"Thank you for this," she whispered, watching the scene unfolding in the mirrored ceiling.

"Oh, the pleasure... is ALL mine..."

"I'll take that bet... mmmm, harder..."

"Harder? Goodness, you ARE made out of truck tires!"

"One 'inner tube' joke, and I'm going to bite you!"

"HAH, that's good! You can't even reach me!"

"That's what you think," Amber purred, leaning forward and ever so carefully closing her teeth around the impossible bulge that now reached her collarbones. The pinpricking was on the border between pleasure and pain for her, but she knew it had the intended effect on Jelena when the skunkette suddenly gasped, the faint outline of her glans swelling mightily.

"You're... evil..."

"Oh yes..."

From all around the city, those few pairs of eyes that weren't watching the seventeenth floor of the Land's End Casino were watching the clocks. "Ten!" cried thousands of throats.

Amber's body struggled to defeat the collar, but for the first time in her life something was strong enough to keep that ultimate expression of her lusts at bay. She wanted nothing more than to surrender herself, just once, to someone else... to someone stronger...

She clutched Jelena's sheathed cock to her chest, massaging those creamy white balls with her toes. "Y-yes," she repeated. "Yes... yes... yes..."

"NINE!"

Jelena whipped her pure ivory hair wildly, her enormous tail fluffing up behind her. No longer worried about hurting the young kitteh, she slipped her arms around Amber's body, embracing her bulging torso. "I might not be able to fwoomp quite on your level," she breathed into the feline's ear, "but I'm going... to do... my best..."

"EIGHT!"

"Maybe they have... the OPPOSITE of my lotion," Amber mused, the pressure against her insides rising as the potent skunkette hammered at her rump again and again. "Something to make you bigger..."

"SEVEN!"

"I'm already huge!" Jelena gasped. "Not by comparison, but... unf... I'm already pushing... hehe... what my clients can handle!"

"SIX!"

Amber shuddered, tightening around the skunkette like a vise. "Offer it... like a bonus... ohhh gods that feels different..."

Jelena pressed herself against the kitteh's back, jet black paws cupping her cream-and-gold breasts. "Different?"

"FIVE!"

The young hyper's eyes clenched shut, her chest fluttering. Oh my goodness, that's what they feel? No wonder boys like herms! "M-more," she panted, stroking the prominent outline that reached from her bellybutton all the way to her throat. "More!"

The taller escort was feeling unaccustomed resistance as she thrust. She was normally far stronger than her clients, but a fellow hyper-herm was really a worthy partner! It was also launching her dangerously fast towards her climax, faint explosions already rippling through her nethers, pre flowing in a steady rush. "That's DEFINITELY going to happen, lover!"

"FOUR!"

Paws dripping with sweat, the fur of her belly was already slick with moisture, but the temperature within her body only increased. Through her tender skin she could feel the underside of Jelena's cock swelling, thick seed starting to bloat her lithe figure. She fancied she could feel it trickling, forcing it's way into every part of her body, filling her up. She spasmed again, though impaled as she was she hardly moved at all. "Oh! OH!"

"Come for me, Amber," Jelena growled into the kitteh's floppy ear, bucking her hips with all of her might, no longer concerned with harming the tough little herm. "Come for me!"

"THREE!"

How many settings does my body HAVE?! Amber wondered, half-crazed with rapturous delight. This wasn't at all the way it felt when she was filling someone beyond all rational limits, and this wasn't the way it felt when Arjuna had taken her pussy from behind while she bloated his boyfriend. Those has both been like a roller coaster climbing to its highest point and then thundering down into orgasm at breakneck velocity, but this was like a series of detonations, growing steadily more intense, each plunge from the hyperventilating skunkette triggering another burst.

Her body jiggled, fur billowing out in all directions as she inflated. She wrapped her arms around herself, no longer able to feel Jelena's cock with her paws through the gallons of scalding seed. "More," she moaned through clenched teeth, chanting like a mantra. "More. More. More!"

"Here... comes... more..."

"TWO!"

Her tailhole already felt as tight as her silver collar, but it lit up like Atlanta on fire when the skunkette's girth seemed to double in one long, slow expansion. Amber convulsed, the explosions within her rump and behind her eyes coming so fast she couldn't tell where one ended and another began. Her thighs glistened with moisture, painting Jelena's sac with her musk. She mewled wordlessly, wanting this moment to never end.

Jelena tried to hold back just a little bit longer, balanced on the precipice, but for all of her strength the kitteh easily overpowered her, inner muscles constricting in ways the skunkette had never felt before. She drew back one final time and then hammered her hips against the kitteh's rump, twining her legs with Amber's.

"ONE!"

Neither grrl could remember the exact order of events that followed, but all things considered they didn't feel it was that important. Bodies locked together, bestial growls filling the room, Jelena's sac drew up so tight to her body she nearly cramped. She had always prided herself on maintaining her composure with her clients, the very picture of the domineering seductress in a position of power, but she didn't care about that anymore.

Amber's climax wasn't like crossing a finish line, a sudden transition from approach to completion; it was an avalanche, growing forever more powerful, thunderously loud, tumbling her head over heels. She surrendered herself to it with all of her heart, a tiny fibre of her being feeling sad that she didn't seem to be aware of Jelena's own apex.

That was until Jelena's growl escalated into an ear-splitting scream, and her avalanche was shoved carelessly aside by the skunkette's eruption. Amber's arms filled with cream-and-gold fur, tummy flooded in an instant to the size of one of her own balls.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!"

Another surge, and her belly stretched so huge that it pinned her sheath to her sac, her breasts pushing up towards her chin. Again and again the skunkette came, the expanding sphere of her feline lover slowly pushing Amber back, rolling the two over. Before long the kitteh's burgeoning body dwarfed her magnificent hermness, arms and legs splayed out as the rest of herself lost definition.

Fireworks filled the sky outside, rainbow flashes briefly lighting the city like mid-day. Screams could be heard from the streets, from the rooms and floors all around them, noisemakers and music creating a nearly solid wall of sound. In the glittering cacophony, the grrls hardly noticed the flashbulbs going off in dozens of windows, flashbulbs aimed their way...

Jelena's climax was violent but mercifully brief. She slowly drifted back to Earth, catching her breath and feeling her cock twitch within the colossal cream-filled balloon that was Amber. Her skin felt like it was on fire, her sac aching with the voluminous release, lungs pumping like bellows. She nuzzled at the kitteh's ears, stroking her paws over the unbelievable expanse of fur that now dominated the bed.

"You... wanted... more..." she puffed, shocked at the results of her ardor. Sweet mother of monkey milk, I did that?!

Amber still whimpered, eyes squeezed shut, trembling uncontrollably. "I... I..." she tried to say, uncurling her fingers and toes with creaks and pops like tiny fireworks. "You... I..."

"Shhhhh," Jelena whispered, stroking Amber's golden blonde mane with her hands and caressing her still wildly overfilled sac with her feet. "Don't speak. Just feel."

Amber swallowed, again and again, sticky hot seed still occasionally rising up. She yowled once, a wanton but exhausted sound that said everything she needed to say. She couldn't move her legs, she couldn't see anything beyond the arc of her belly. Her tail wagged limply against Jelena's ruff.

"Happy new year," the skunkette sighed into Amber's ear, reaching up and clapping sharply. All the lights blinked out, leaving the room illuminated by the fireworks above the Casino. "I hope this is a sign of how the next twelve months will be for you, hmmm?"

Amber nodded, whined once, and wriggled herself against the exhausted escort. "N'year," she managed, hiccuping and giggling drunkenly.

The sun was well above the horizon, brilliant light flooding the luxurious hotel room, when the spent, wearied feline finally opened her eyes. She had been having the most wonderful dreams, rosy pink visions of fur and flesh and intertwined limbs, gasping and moaning and creaking...

She licked her lips and stretched, feeling the night's exertions twinging in every joint.

"Wow," she mumbled to herself, sitting up slowly and surveying the room's mess. "That was some party!"

She glanced at the bed's other occupant and blushed, scooting her arm out from underneath the sleeping figure and slinking to the edge of the mattress. Blinking woozily, she fumbled around on the floor and found her new smart phone.

"No messages," she read slowly, a little surprised. She expected to have gotten a lot more than that!

She scanned the room. It was a luxury suite, it had to have a kitchenette or something... ah! There it was! Eyes locked onto the coffee machine, she stood up with extreme care, half expecting the plush carpet to rush up to meet her face.

Staggering at first, she was more or less walking normally by the time she crossed the huge living room, and she went through the coffee-making motions on auto-pilot. "Coffee. Good. Life blood," she mumbled, enjoying the morning light on her naked body. Once the machine started to hiss and burble, she turned her attentions back to the phone.

Still struggling with the strange interface, she managed to find her contacts list on the fourth try, and tapped Talk.

Her heart was pounding nervously by the seventh ring, but she gasped with relief when the other end finally picked up. "Amber?!" she asked, clutching the phone so hard it shook.

There was a yawn from the other end of the conversation. "Mmmbbgl. Mwah. Mom?"

Sierra sighed with relief. "Thank goodness! I was worried something had happened! Are you ok? Where are you?"

"I'm fine, Mom, I... uhm, slept at the Casino. My new friend had a room booked."

"Oh, thank goodness," she repeated. "But you're ok? Everything's fine? Nothing happened?"

"Uhm," Amber said uncertainly, and Sierra could hear rustling sounds in the background. "Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing bad happened. Uhm. What happened to you? I talked to you just before midnight, and then nothing! Did you guys go home without me?"

The older feline's ears went straight up. "Uh. Ah... actually, we stayed at the Casino, too! We couldn't find Dylan anywhere, so we just decided to... stay. Yeah."

Amber's voice was suspicious. "The place has been booked for week. How did you guys get a room?"

"Uh, well..."

"How's Brodie?" the herm asked sweetly.

Sierra glanced at the bed where the spectacularly buxom doegirl still snored, sprawled inelegantly on the satin sheets, body still so ludicrously swollen that her bellybutton was still pressed against the mirrored ceiling. "She's... fine, dear," Sierra said awkwardly, shuffling her paws nervously. "How did you know?"

"Lucky guess," her daughter giggled. "Just tell me Dad's ok with it. PLEASE tell me Dad's ok with it."

On the other side of the formerly-slender doegirl, Sierra's keen eyes could just make out two dark canine legs stretched out on the floor, toes curling and relaxing. She had lost sight of her husband when the hyper-canine had gone off, but she knew from long experience that he would always be fine. "I'm sure he enjoyed himself," she purred.

"Ewwwww, Mom. Ewwww."

"Oh, you hush," Sierra scolded, giggling by the end. "So, you had a... big night, then?"

"Mo-o-om!"

"What? I'm just asking! I know you, honey. Honestly, I'd be a little disappointed if you didn't."

"Just... ewww. It's too early to talk sex with my Mom. But you'll be happy to know that your present stayed on all night, so no, nothing like THAT happened."

Sierra blinked. "Wow! Well... good for you, then!"

"But... uhm... I've got a little bit of a problem here."

"Are you ok?" she asked again, instantly slipping into Mama Bear mode. "What happened?"

"Nothing bad, Mom! Relax! Just... well... like I said, your present stayed on all night."

"Yeah?"

"So I didn't, uhm, release."

"Yeah?"

"So I'm a little backed up."

"Yea-.... oh. Oh-h-h-h."

There was whispering on the other end of the line, a hushed conversation punctuated by little yips of surprise and girlish giggles. When Amber came back on the line, she spoke hurriedly. "Nevermind, I can take care of it! I'll see you in a bit, I hear there's free breakfast in the Champagne Room all morning, gotta go, BYE!"

Click.

Sierra stared at the phone, the little red 'disconnected' button winking at her knowingly.

"Happy New Year, baby," she smiled. She filled her coffee, sipped it with gusto, and then went in search of Bruce, the fourth member of their little love nest. Boy, she thought, that was one hell of a party!