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Kayla yawned as she stepped down onto the main shop floor. Light was just starting to illuminate the handwoven curtains over the windows as the sun crept over the packed city buildings nearby. There was a gentle buzz of noise coming from outside, seeing as the trade city never truly slept, but as ever, Kayla’s little nook off the beaten market path meant it was almost peaceful around here. It really lent to the calm, lazy morning she could already feel coming on. It wasn’t even an “open” day, so she didn’t bother to go pull back the blinds or swap her sign. She’d just hang around here and work on some of her active commissions she needed to complete.

She dragged her feet back around the store counter she’d left a bit cluttered the night before and peered into her workshop area. Even before she’d flicked her wrist and set the magically augmented lights ablaze in the room, she could tell it was a mess. Various tunics, tabards, and armor alike were spread across many tables she’d set up, the thread from one of her latest still was loaded into the loom, and her supplier had gotten her order in early the day previously, so crates and barrels were piled up in the corner, too, some times doubling as more counter space. Of course, she knew where everything was and what needed to be done and when, but it still brought a sigh to her lips and a thoughtful concern about what Kyra would think when she came back to this.

She smiled faintly as she could practically hear the buxom panda woman playfully ribbing her for not getting the house cleaned for her when she got back from her trip. Followed inevitably by an offer to help tidy things up while they had the rest of the day together. Maybe more if she didn’t pick up another quest or mission too soon after the last.

Her cheeks reddened a tad as her imagination went a little further. An offer to help, sure, or if her mate was feeling particularly frisky after her latest task (or perhaps aggravated from one not going off well), she might offer to help curb some of those bad habits instead. Nothing like a bit of “positive reinforcement” couldn’t help fix. Firm… hard… reinforcement…

She gave a sheepish look to nobody in particular as she felt herself warming up and she quickly pushed those thoughts away. She was supposed to be back soon so she should really try and tidy up before she got back. They could save the spicy stuff for later. And once her payment from the guild got here, then she could really treat them to something special!

But she still hesitated stepping into that backroom - long enough for her stomach to give a hearty rumble as a reminder what time it was. Well, she supposed she could put off this for a little bit. She wasn’t going to be as productive on an empty stomach. And it was a Monday, so that bakery down by the shore would be freshly stocked on fruit for their pastries. Oh, and if they’d managed to get some of those berries up north, near the mountains she was born? That would be a-

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK

Kayla jumped a little as she heard the heavy thump of closed fist on her front door. Now who could that have been? Her sign clearly said when she was open, and what days. Still a little bedraggled from sleep and lack of food, she stepped over to the door, noting the odd way that despite them not knocking again, there was still a thumping sound coming from outside, like someone was beating a rug against a wall.

Somewhere between opening the door and actually catching a glimpse of the fur on the other side, Kayla’s mind finally clicked into place and she knew exactly who it was that was visiting so early. Though that wasn’t to say Kayla was prepared for her…

“Hiya, Kayla!” came the enthusiastic, excited greeting before the door had even fully opened. Standing in the doorway and making both the entrance and Kayla feel small was a large, quadrupedal creature - a taur. A brilliant mix of dark purples and russet oranges made up the majority of her standout coat of fur, as if her bulk was not already eye-catching enough. But it was not either of those things that distracted Kayla before she’d even had a chance to move her eyeline up enough to meet her visitor’s silvery-blue gaze.

“Kara! H-Heyyy… How have you…” she starts, eyes wandering almost immediately. One might note the silvery bands and markings that stood out on her otherwise outlandishly colored fur, or they might marvel at how her parentage seamlessly blended qualities of draconic and wolven blood. The more critical and harsh eye might even question how much food and drink one would have to consume to not only power a large tauric form, but enough surplus to then pack on pounds after that. But Kayla couldn’t quite pull her eyes away from the two pendulous globes of fuzzy orange sitting (or jiggling, more accurately) at eye level, each capped with a thick black nipple.

She couldn’t pull her eyes away from them, but thankfully Kara had no qualms about her getting an up close look. In fact, she practically mandated it as Kayla couldn’t even stumble her way to complete her first sentence before she was actively being drowned in them from a sudden full-body hug.

“I’m doing great!” she declared, Kayla not quite off the ground but she did feel herself sliding backwards as Kara scooted her way inside. She assumed, anyway - she couldn’t actually see. Or breathe. “Just brought my sister into town to do some shopping for her baby shower and thought I’d come visit!”

Mercifully, she released Kayla after a while and the fruit bat did her best to not show how flustered she was or make it obvious how many steps back she took from the taur before she replied. “O-Oh really? You did mention her and Jayce were expecting soon,” Kayla commented, purposefully keeping her gaze fixed up and slightly to the right of Kara’s head. She didn’t seem to mind but Kayla did note a lot of movement in her peripheral vision that was hard to ignore…

“Yep! She said she’d catch up with me later on! Something about getting a bit of peace and quiet? Dunno! She didn’t seem to mind letting me take her for a ride, though.” Thankfully, that innuendo flew entirely under the radar, given the circumstances, and instead Kara carried on, offering, “I was thinking we could all get together in a bit and have some brunch? I was thinking about that bakery we like, the one with the fruit pastries down by the river? So good! And they have booths, so we can dine inside!”

Kayla couldn’t help a smile at that, but, similarly, she couldn’t ignore her best friend’s bared breasts. She had seen them before - Kara was actually a customer of hers, too, so she got clothes from her rather often, in addition to repairs - but even with how… eccentric… she knew her family was supposed to be, she did not forsake clothes out in public. She even had the caparison across her back Kayla had made for her so she didn’t have to fumble around with taur pants.

“I’d love to! But uh, Kara, you uh…” Kayla dared a look downward. Her breasts were indeed flopping free but she was wearing a top. It had just torn or popped a seam at some point it looked like. Just a bit of duress damage, she was pretty sure. Considering what that top was containing day in and day out? She was surprised she’d not had to fix it before.

“You do know about your… you know, the chest… thing?” Kayla eventually asks, making a mimicking gesture of cupping her own paltry chest to reinforce what she meant. Knowing Kara, she could very easily not even realize the thing had come undone at all and she certainly could have missed Kayla’s clues.

“Huh?” she responds instantly, ears perking up and then looking down before realization returns quite quickly. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot! I was helping sis off my back and I think I twisted wrong or turned too much?” She made sure to reach down and give the edges of her top a few tugs for emphasis, and then a much more hearty, entirely unnecessary cup of her breasts on top of that, in case Kayla thought she was talking about something else. “And now the top won’t stay on! I don’t really mind, you know, but daddy says I have to wear them around town.” She shrugged and released her breasts, though both gestures were nothing short of reverberating.

Kayla chuckles softly but does purposefully turn around so she can head back towards the counter and not keep looking at her chest as Kara follows along behind her. “Heh, well, close the front door and then I can see about fixing that up for you before we head out. Looks pretty easy to fix,” Kayla offers.

“Oh great! Thanks a bunch, Kayla!” Kara’s enthusiasm seemed to have no bounds, with the taur only apparently having two modes: on and off. And the latter really only happened when she was asleep. Kayla was at least feeling a bit more awake now, though perhaps not in the ways she’d expected to be this morning.

“Oooo, I just love the displays you put up, Kayla…” she praised as she followed Kayla towards the counter for all of about a couple seconds before she was diverted towards one side of the shop, then the other, browsing. Kayla worked mostly on commission so she did not have a lot on the sales floor that was just sold “as is” since a lot needed to be fitted to the person and whatnot. But things like capes or bracers were usually pretty universal and a good show of craftsmanship never hurt. She was just glad Kara had closed the door behind her. If someone walked into the topless taur browsing her store, well… maybe that would actually drive more business? She wasn’t sure. “I’m gonna have to order something from you again before winter! I was thinking maybe one of those brassieres I’ve heard about? Perfect for keeping my chest warm.”

“Uh, right…” Kayla suppressed a smirk and instead patiently waited for Kara to wander over to the counter, taking a moment to practice a bit of telepathy and pull the thread and needle over to her as she did. “You didn’t have any issues with anyone on your walk over here, did you, Kara? Guards didn’t say anything, or…?”

“No, not really! I wandered off and got lost for a bit but the guard I asked directions from seemed really nice! He didn’t say much, though,” Kara responded merrily and genuinely.

“Ah, well, it is a pretty nice day out..” Kayla guessed, smirking some as Kara finally got up to the counter and promptly pushed her chest in Kayla’s direction.

“Alrighty! Do your magic!” Kara decreed, smiling, pausing, and then briefly adding, “But, you know, not any real magic. Kinda dangerous around me. You know,” she clarifies. As if Kayla needed any other means of working the excitable taur up!

Kayla just smiled and tapped the counter with her hand. “No worries. Just need you to… come down a little bit so I can reach and fix things. Don’t need to take it off, just-”

THWAP

Kayla’s eyes widened as Kara stepped back, lowered her upper half, and let her breasts come down on the table with a hefty smack. It wasn’t even abusive, she just had a lot of weight behind them and she rarely, if ever, moved slowly. “How’s that?” Kara asks, having to look up at Kayla now as she more literally presented her boobs on the table like some sort of offering. Amusingly, that gesture and movement also had Kara’s tail raise up some, as if she was effecting a bow for… some reason? Oh gods, she hoped nobody walked in now with her mooning the front door. Had she locked it again, too?

“Ah, you know, that’s okay, actually! Just uh, stand up straight for me instead? I’ll just… nfff…” Kayla encourages her into a less demure pose and proceeds to clamber up onto her sturdy countertop on her knees, putting her at a much more agreeable height with Kara’s bosom once she was standing normal again, too. “There we go! Now ah…” she pauses, looking around for the culprit of the wardrobe malfunction, but there was an awful lot of plush fur in the way and frankly, she was worried about getting lost in there again. “Could you hold your… chest up, for me, Kara?”

Kara affirms with a simple “mhm!” and proceeds to take handfuls of her melons and move them about, just hoisting them up and around as Kayla directed until she found the seam that had come undone. “There we go. Now just hold steady like that for a few minutes, I won’t be long!” Kayla promised as she started tugging and adjusting the garment Kara wore.

“That’s fine,” she assures Kayla, though the silence didn’t last long before she was speaking again, prompting, “But yeah, I think they’re gonna have the cutest kids together!”

“Do they know how many they’re having? She’s not having twins, is she? I know Jayce is a bat, and they’re pretty common…”

“Oh, I have no idea! I think they might have gone to a healer and seen but they didn’t tell me. I just know they’re gonna have more after this. So… kids - plural!”

“You think so…? Your sister seemed a little… mmm…” Kayla rolled her eyes trying to find the correct, polite word to ascribe to her sister. “Tenacious, about it, last time.”

“Nah, she’s always like that!” Well, if that wasn't the understatement of the century. “I know she’d really enjoy it. She likes having things to boss around so kids would be perfect for that!” Kayla couldn’t fully contain her snicker that time, but if Kara heard or cared, she didn’t say anything. “But also, Jayce is so sweet! She might not admit it, but if he wanted something, she’d totally do it for him, too.”

“Aww… well, more power to them, then,” Kayla commented with a little chuckle. “Just a few more things I want to loosen and adjust and then I can set you free again. Er…” she bit her lip. Not what she meant, but Kara didn’t press that little slip-up. “I do think they’d be pretty cute, though, yeah. Bat, dire wolf, and dragon? Real handful, though. Especially if they get wings.”

“Oh yeah, adorable! It’d be like if we had kids together!” Kayla didn’t even have anything in her mouth and she still found herself choking up a bit at that out of the blue remark. And just as swiftly as before, Kara pushed right past any unsubtle implications from it and barreled on into even more dangerous waters. “Ohhhh, but you and Kyra are together, right? Aaa, no, those would be the cutest! Bat and red panda? And hyena, I think you said?”

Kayla found the last few seams a little hard to fasten when her ears and cheeks were practically burning up with embarrassment at how wildly this conversation was twisting and turning in topic. “Heh, yeah, striped hyena and red panda. I’m surprised you two haven’t bumped into one another before. I guess she’s out of town pretty often…” Kayla muses. She’d obviously told each of them about the other before, but they’d yet to properly set up a meeting time given both their erratic schedules.

Kara seemed to speak about her as if she knew her intimately though, and knowing Kyra, she probably would have been okay with that being literal. “Have you two been thinking about having any?”

“O-Oh, well, the topic has come up a few times…” in the bedroom, in bed, in the bath, bent over this very countertop after hours…

“Ooo, would you want to be the mom? Or would you want to be the “mom”, do you think?”

This could not be any more embarrassing than it is right now…

Creeee-bring-bring

The creak of the door and the subsequent jingle of the bells over the top of it made Kayla’s ears shoot up. She could not see past Kara’s bulk to know who it was that had walked in, but the confident entrance on a day that the shop was clearly closed could only mean one person.

“Morning, love! I’m… home…!”

Oh gods, why.

Kayla knew who it was right away, but in case she didn’t, Kara was all too excited to turn around and see, too - not just her head, but her whole body, as was her want. The momentum might have thrown Kayla off had she not seen it coming, but even so she still found herself clasping her hands over her face as she saw Kyra walk in through the front door and almost immediately be greeted by Kara barreling towards her, much like the canine she technically, partially was. Minus the giant, bouncing breasts - those were quite unlike being greeted by your pet at the door.

Kyra, for what Kayla could see, immediately perked up at the sudden flash, but after an overexcited “Eeee! Kyra!” from the boisterous taur and another full bodied hug, she seemed to realize what was happening. Took her only a second from being unexpectedly smothered in boobs to heartily squeezing Kara back in a tight embrace, all while Kayla watched, kneeling on her counter, feeling like she was going to die of embarrassment. Especially if her mate started getting ideas…

“Mnnnffh-Hey there!” Kyra huffs out, having managed to escape her bosom long enough to pop out the top and address Kara directly. She smirked, though not disingenuously, seeing as much as feeling and enjoying her current placement. “You must be Kara…” she guessed, prompting an eager tail wag from the big taur which nearly toppled one of the armor stands nearby. She even released Kyra enough to let her lean back a bit and better appreciate where she was.

“How’d you know?” Kara asks, smiling somehow wider than even Kyra.

“Oh, just a lucky guess…” Kyra rumbles, eventually managing to ease herself back out of Kara’s affectionate death grip and stepping back to admire the tauress in all her glory before remarking, “Kayla’s mentioned you quite a bit,” she comments. “Didn’t mention how big you were, though…”

Kayla rolled her eyes at the look Kyra shot her, while Kara obliviously let out an elated, “Oh yeah! She’s said a lot about you, too! You’re a lot stronger in person!” She praises, giving her arm a squeeze as she does. “Is your tail just as strong…?” Kara questions aloud as Kyra politely steps around her to the counter where Kayla was still kneeled.

She couldn’t help but brighten up seeing her partner again. A smile crept onto her face and Kyra mirrored it after absently answering Kara with a “Probably not…” and reached up to pull her flustered bat into a kiss. One handed - the other was holding a satchel - and though the kiss was brief and gentle, there was a certain tug and combing of her fingers through her hair that suggested she was only going easy because they had company. Not that it would have stopped her most other times, but it kept that blush on Kayla’s face even as she pulled away, knowing there’d be more to talk about once they were in private beyond a simple, “Missed you…”

“And you…” Kayla murmurs, grinning dumbly like an infatuated student.

Not that Kara wasn’t a polite guest - the entire kiss she’d gone silent and just watched them, letting them reunite after her last expedition - but it was pretty apparent from the thumping of her tail and what could only be described as vibrating that she was barely holding onto her self control. “Aaaaa! You two are just the cutest!”

Kayla giggled and Kyra shot the taur a bemused look before she set her satchel down on the worktop and then reached up with both arms to heft her bat up and onto the floor with the rest of them. Needless, but a loving show of strength that Kayla couldn’t ever forget. “Thanks, Kara. We really should see about getting your top fixed up, though…” she mumbles, glancing between the two of them, though pointedly avoiding ogling Kara too much. Kyra didn’t seem to hold the same reservations.

“It’s not a big deal. Shop’s closed for the day, anyway,” Kyra points out with a sly grin. “Not like I haven’t seen a good rack before…” she adds, Kayla bowing her ears in shame while Kara nods enthusiastically.

“Mhm! This is pretty normal around my family’s lair, anyway, so I’m used to it,” Kara points out, puffing out her chest a bit more as if she’d somehow made her nudity less flustering for Kayla. It had not.

“Oh yeah, Kayla mentioned something about that before…” Kyra recounts, scratching her chin as she regarded the taur’s ample bosom with vague interest before she’d flash her fangs in a grin and nod towards Kayla. “I’m just glad you manage to keep those under wraps normally. Wouldn’t want to get in trouble around town just for showing off. Might distract Kayla from her work, too…” she teases, much to Kayla’s chagrin.

“Oh no!” Kara exclaimed, seemingly with genuine concern. “I didn’t know it was distracting you, Kayla,” Kara frets, prompting a stuttering assurance from Kayla that it was fine before Kara interjects, offering, “Did you want me to step out for a bit so you can fix it instead?” while her hands were already reaching to start pulling the entire garment off.

“N-No! No, that’s alright! I can fix it while it’s still on - it’s actually easier that way,” Kayla squeaked out, waving her hands in a ceasing motion before Kara became entirely topless. “Here, just… step up to the counter again and I can finish it real quick,” Kayla offers, shooting a snickering Kyra a dirty look as she steps to the side and lets Kayla hop back up onto the side of the counter to sit. Kara follows suit, taking a few careful moments to lay herself down and lean forward some - her impressive height not making it the easiest to get down to Kayla’s level and her overexuberance meaning she’d never stay in that one place for long.

Thankfully Kayla avoided another smothering this time as Kara leaned in, breasts pendulously swinging before Kara would lift them for Kayla so she could go back to mending seams - thread and needle magically floating back to her hands as she resumed.

“I’m surprised they didn’t give me trouble coming back here like I did, if you managed to get over here like that,” Kyra off-handedly remarks as she busies herself with setting her things on the counter and unpacking her items. She’d clearly just gotten back from her adventure, whatever it may have been this time, because she was still wearing her gear. Her swords were placed carefully on the counter, her tunic still protected her sturdy frame (specially made by Kayla as one of their anniversary gifts), and the guards she wore around her arms and legs seemed fine as Kyra slid those off. What had she meant about the guards causing her any prob-

Kayla gasped as she finally glanced over and down at Kyra more fully. At a glance, everything seemed in order, but a second look showed a lot of orange and white fur showing through her pants which looked like they’d been cut not by blades but by some manner of huge, rending claws or talons! She only didn’t call them “tattered” because she could still see them clinging to her and preserving at least a small amount of their original shape and design, so she could probably still mend them, but… “Good gods, Kyra! Wh-What happened to you?” Kayla exclaimed, pausing her work and getting a curious look from Kara, too, who peered over. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“Nah,” Kyra assured her with a quick shake of her head. “A few scratches but you should know your designs are the best,” she casually praised, giving Kayla a warm fluttering feeling knowing she’d protected her, but still, the rush of fear and dread knowing her mate had been so close to being maimed. She was probably underselling the “scratches”, too. She knew her too well…

“Ooo, I bet it was a dragon! They love to rip and rend when their enemies are too close to bite or breathe fire at,” Kara quipped excitedly, making Kyra laugh and Kayla to feel like stones were dropping in her belly. A dragon? Her mate wasn’t that headstrong! “Here, do you think they match up with my paws? Or were they bigger…? Let me-” Kara starts to offer, lifting up one tauric forepaw and looking like she was going to hop over and draw comparisons before Kayla interjects with a sharp, “Kara!” that seems to knock some sense back into her. “Oop, sorry!” She promptly hopped back into position, lifting her breasts up again for Kayla to continue. “So, what was it?” she insists moments after, having barely given her time to speak at all.

Kyra didn’t answer immediately, just kept up her casual cadence as she settled back home after her journey, off-setting the taur’s rapid pace considerably. “Well, there was an unruly, druid type that had gone a little ah… demented,” she taps her head for emphasis. “And started attacking travelers under the guise of wild animal attacks? I’m not sure what they really hoped to accomplish? If they were trying to protect the woods then wouldn’t causing trouble and having us called out there to fix it just make it worse?” She shrugs.

“Well, if you kill everyone you ambush then you don’t have anyone to report you, though, right? Eventually you’d get rid of everyone messing around with the woods,” Kara points out.

“Right…” Kyra “agrees” with a slow nod before continuing. “That wasn’t even our main goal - that was just a little bonus bounty on the way back. Wish it was a real bear, though. I could have brought some good material back for you,” Kyra laments to Kayla who had been listening but keeping quiet as she worked, though not without a few worried looks over at her as she recounted her tale.

“Ungh, as long as you got them cured before you brought them in. You know I don’t like dealing with all the… err… corpse-y-ness…” Kayla murmurs, softly shaking her head.

“I know, I know,” Kyra chuckles as she seems to finish up disarming herself. “I am going to have to ask you help me repairing these pants, though. I only picked up a few tricks from you, so I need the master bat,” she rumbles appreciatively. “I can pay!”

“You don’t need to pay!” Kayla argues, rolling her eyes. “I’ll gladly fix them up for you before you head out again, you know that…” Kayla reminds her with a bemused smile. “Just leave them on the counter when you get a minute and I’ll get to them when I’m done with Kara…”

There’s a grunt of affirmation from Kyra as Kayla returns to her work - Kara being quite patient for once (likely because she was listening in on the conversation) - but then there’s a rustling and some motion behind the counter as Kyra wanders back around the desk. A few moments more and there’s a dull “thump” of something weighty landing on the worktop. Kayla glanced over but the worktop was already full of stuff - what had she thrown on there now?

There was a few more seconds where she heard Kyra go rummaging around in the backroom for a drink before returning with a bottle of cider. It was happy hour somewhere, after all, and close enough to real juice, one supposed. Kayla could tell just from the waft of it as she walked back into the room. She didn’t need to glance over at her and see the bottle in her hand or further down and see-”eeyah! K-Kyra!”

Kyra paused as she rounded the counter, mid-swig, and quirked a brow at her. She lowered the bottle and continued walking over to where she’d been standing before next to the pair, strutting her stuff the entire walk over. “Hm?”

“Your pants?!” Kayla answers, having paused her stitching to gesticulate with one hand at her complete lack of bottoms - not even the undergarments she’d made for her. She still had her leather tunic on keeping her top modest but the dangling balls and plump sheathe - not to mention the mooning her toned cheeks gave as she walked around them - was obscene! Not to mention distracting; Kayla’s mind was already leaping to every other time she saw her partner pantsless and the events that surely would transpire thereafter. Certainly didn’t help the blush on her cheeks or the warmth between her legs.

“You said to put them on the counter and you’d get to them,” Kyra points out frustratingly. “And before you ask, no: those got nicked up in the scuffle, too, so I took them off, too. I know you don’t like me wearing anything with holes in it.” She takes a moment to give her rump a shake, making her bushy tail sway as she does. “Except for my tail, of course.”

“But…. But there are people here…” Kayla starts to argue, looking up at the massive woman for a few moments as if she’d somehow get offended and storm off at this indecency. She didn’t think it would happen, truly - she’d never seen Kara angry, much less even annoyed - but she also didn’t expect her to spot Kyra’s junk and chime in with a surprised:

“Oh! You’ve got both, too! Just like Kayla!”

Kayla felt that rush of desire to just hide herself in her wings again but then she perked up in surprise of her own. “W-Wait, did you not-” she stops, opens her mouth, closes it, looks confused, and then questions, “How did you think we would… We were just talking about this!”

“Ohh…?” Kayla felt her heart sink as she realized what she’d said, now able to feel her partner’s eyes on her, roaming, studying, and far more curious than before.

But before Kayla could try and course correct, Kara would be the one to answer. “Oh, yeah! I was just asking Kayla if you two were gonna have any babies of your own soon!”

“Err, yeah, “soon”,” Kyra remarks with a little chortle.

“And who was gonna have them,” Kara adds, not seeming to realize or acknowledge her error from before. Not that Kayla was going to correct her - she was trying to both busy herself and hide herself behind the taur’s big bosom. Couldn’t shut out their conversation, though.

“Were you now?” Kyra asks, just making Kayla want to sink down lower. She was almost done - then she could go hide in the backroom or say she had a pressing work order to attend to! Kara would never know the difference. “And what did Kayla say about that?”

“I-I said we weren’t ready yet!” Kayla blurts out, cheeks burning as she fruitlessly tries to communicate with a look directed at Kara that they were all wading into uncomfortable topics. Appropriately, Kara only seemed encouraged by Kayla chiming in.

“And that she thought she would be the one to have them. Since you’re always out doing your job and everything,” Kara overgeneralizes with a sage-like nod. A few moments of that and then something seemed to click in her head and she hastily added, “Heh, well, I guess it makes sense then that you have junk, too! Not unless you like, tried to get Kayla to knock herself up with her own c-”

“Kara!” Kayla interrupts, giving the big taur an incredulous look from beneath and between her heaving mammaries.

“What? It’s a legitimate thing! There are witches and such who just use some fancy enchantments to make it work. Probably hard to do, though,” Kara considers, rubbing her ear. “I mean, the magical part. Otherwise, it’d be really easy to just cum and-”

Kayla doesn’t hear the rest over the sound of her own groan of embarrassment but Kyra chortles and goes to stand up, scooting closer to Kayla who had, at least, managed to conceal Kara’s bosom again, obscuring one more indirect bit of lewdness in this pile of innuendos. She just had a few more seams to truss up was all, and Kyra affectionately wrapped her arm around her side as she worked wasn’t too distracting, relatively speaking. “Heh, well, no, we’d probably do it the all natural way.” The conversation, on the other hand, was very distracting. “Besides, I don’t think I’m suited for motherhood again. Wouldn’t be able to fit into my work clothes…” she jokes with a knowing look at Kayla and a tender, reassuring squeeze.

Kayla wasn’t sure how much she was comforted or how much she was turned on but it powered her through enough to get the top finally fixed and fitted properly so, barring any magical surges, exceedingly energetic movements, or flailing around, it should hold pretty well! Kayla gave it til the end of the day, tops. And befittingly, Kara just tilted her head at Kyra, not quite catching on, “But… Kayla is great at tailoring! She could make adjustments if you wanted to be the mom-mom, too! Or instead,” Kara adds in the spirit of inclusiveness.

Kyra just grins and lets her hand wrapped around Kayla’s side dip down lower, to her hip. “Oh, I’m sure she could. We’ll have to think about it…” Kyra offers neutrally, letting Kayla crawl up out of her emotional hole long enough to pipe up and inform:

“Your top is all fixed up, Kara. Just.. be a little more careful with all your bounc- er, running around,” Kayla warns. “And maybe you could look into the ah… brassiere thing? That might help, too! Might need some special ordered, but…”

“Ooo, do you think you could do some for me, Kayla? I love the stuff you’ve made for me!”

Kayla grins sheepishly, getting an encouraging smile from her mate as they both leaned against the counter and addressed the tauress. “Well… I could see about doing some. I’ll just need to get your measurements before I start to wo-wait, wait! Let’s-” she stops Kara from trying to strip out of her top right away at the measurements comment and takes a deep, calming breath. “Let’s… see about doing that later, though?” She requests, thoroughly overwhelmed for the day already. “We still have to go and grab breakfast together, right? Don’t you need to go find your sister…?”

Kara seemed to perk up excitedly at the notion of food but then her eyes widened as she realized how distracted they’d gotten coming in here. “Oh stars, you’re right! She’s going to wonder where I went!” Kara exclaims, though the look the couple shared suggested that wasn’t the sort of sentiment that would be shared with her older sister.

And just like that, Kara was doing a rapid spin around to get back to the front door, tail practically tickling their noses as it swung by them and narrowly missed sweeping the entire counter off in the process. “It was really nice meeting you, Kyra! We’re gonna have food down at our normal place, right, Kayla? You should come, too! Alright, see ya there! Byyyye!” Kara insists, not even allowing them to answer before she’s cramming herself back out the front door and “politely” swinging the door shut with her tail as she stomped off back into the city streets. It was no wonder there weren’t more trampling incidents in this town when she visited…

After a moment, Kayla would breathe out a long sigh of relief, all while Kyra couldn’t help but start chuckling. “She is so much better than you described,” Kyra teases, looking over at Kayla, still held in her arm, with a bemused smirk.

“I love her to bits, but…” Kayla shakes her head in mock defeat. “She can be so… so much to handle…”

“Tell me about it…” Kyra chortles, letting that linger for a moment before she’d cheekily add, “I can’t believe you recommended her a bra,” Kyra suddenly quips, confusing Kayla for a moment before she clarified. “To contain those beauties would be a sin,” she rumbles with an unmistakably lustful purr to her tone.

Kayla folded her ears and gave her mate a playful shove, realizing she’d walked into that one. “Kyra… she’s gonna get in trouble if she happens across a guard that isn’t so… enraptured… when that happens again. Cuz I know it will…” she points out.

Kyra hummed in affirmation at that as she sipped at her cider again, offering some to Kayla who refused for now - she’d not had food yet. Then, “So… you think she might be interested…?”

“In… the bra?” Kayla asks, tilting her head towards her partner whose hand on her hip had been subtly sliding backwards since Kara had left. “I mean, she might be? I don’t think she’d ever wear them for the support, though. Her and her sister always strike me as if clothes are just… decoration?” Kayla ventures, rolling her shoulders uncertainly.

Kyra just huffed and shook her head. “No no, not that… I meant, do you think she might want to…” she starts to trail off, but as she does, Kayla gets a hearty grope to her butt, making her jump a little at the sudden flirt, and then doubly flustered as she realized immediately what Kyra was suggesting. “I noticed she was like you and me…” she continued, giving her plump bottom a few reassuring rubs. “You know if she’s seeing anyone? If she’d be okay being on the bottom? Top? Middle, even? Wouldn’t want you to lose your favorite position,” she rumbles, leaning over and giving one of her partner’s overlarge ears a nibble.

She could only flick her ear and avoid the teasing acts so long before Kyra squeezed an answer out of her. “A-Ahh, I uh…” she felt hot and bothered, the teasing now far more direct than with Kara, whose very presence had apparently planted the seeds for a bit of late morning arousal. Combined with Kyra probably not having gotten anything since they’d last shared their bed together…

“H-Honestly? I… think you could offer it to her… and she might not even realize that’s what you’re asking for. She…” Kayla hummed thoughtfully about her friend for a moment, trying to predict how she’d respond. “She’d be down for it, I imagine? But… you’d have to really clearly convey it to her. Like… I don’t think she was picking up on your flirting before…”

“Who said I was flirting with her…?” Kyra rumbled deviously, her hand sliding across Kayla’s back to her other hip as she turned around to face Kayla, trapping her between herself and the countertop. Her other hand landed on her hip, too, before sliding up and cupping the pretty bat’s face, brushing through her hair, over her ears, and feeling the blush burning through the fur on her cheeks. “I missed you…” she says softly, leaning in and making Kayla’s legs spread to either side of her to do so, getting up close so they were nose to nose.

“I missed you, too. I was worried…” Kayla starts to worry, but is eased into, and mentally assuaged by, a kiss. Heads tilt and lips part to share in each other’s breath once more, this time uninhibited by a third party, wandering eyes, or preconception about decency in her own home and place of work. The store was closed and the only people here were the two of them. It was still strange that her partner had forgone their pants in that moment, but the position was all too familiar to Kayla who relaxed as she pulled herself closer to embrace and twine tongues with the beautifully buxom panda.

It was a sweet and tender exchange for what felt like an eternity, simply lost in the other’s warmth, Kayla shamelessly savoring the lingering fruitiness on her partner’s tongue as they kissed. But then she would start to push it. Just a little bit at first. It became less a mingling of tongues and more a sudden visitation of Kayla’s maw, encouraged along by the hand on her hip sliding back, taking a handful of her rump and tugging the fully clothed bat closer to her, while the other trailed up her back, rubbing incessantly and possessively as it trailed up to her hair and the back of her neck.

All of that was just in the last few seconds before Kyra pulled away, just as Kayla felt a soft moan about to escape her lips. She tried to hide it with a little huff of air, as if winded by the duration of the kiss, but Kyra knew better - those piercing hazel eyes reading the bat like an open book. “So… did you think about what we were talking about before I left…?” Kyra eventually asks, never quite letting Kayla out of her hold, just lavishing her in teasing gropes and squeezes meant to keep her on edge. “You apparently were thinking about it…” she adds, leaning back a bit from their embrace so she could slide her hand down between them and teasingly run it over their thigh before placing it more indicatively over her belly. “Since you brought it up with Kara…”

“I didn’t bring it up…” Kayla starts to weakly argue, even seeing the bemused, toothy grin on her partner’s face. She shakes her head, dismissing that last bit, and letting her true emotions shine through, instead. She glanced to one side, down at where Kyra rubbed slowly over the pudge of her belly and the deeper meaning lying beyond it, before she managed to look into Kyra’s eyes properly. “I was thinking about it, though, yeah…” she admits, though Kyra didn’t press her for information right away, she just let her work out her thoughts as they came to her. She didn’t want to pressure her into any big decisions like this, even if they both knew the prospect was exciting to them both. Exciting, scary - terrifying, even! But with them together…

Her eyes drift away from Kyra’s again but she’d feel her hand slide up her leather tunic and around her shoulder, ruffling her fingers through the thick fur around her partner’s neck before she found the fine metal chain there and gave it a little tug, like a nervous fiddling with the object. But they both knew it was more than just some simple trinket or talisman tucked under her top. “I… think… we should… I might try and…” She fumbles a bit, making Kyra perk up, as if breathlessly anticipating the answer. Kayla swallowed, almost as if she could feel Kyra’s excitement rubbing off on her, as if she knew what she was going to say. Finally, she managed to get out, “I-I’d like to start trying. I-If… if that’s something you want, too…?”

Kayla knew her partner well enough to be able to tell when something was bothering her, even if her cool facade tried to hide it, but anyone could have seen how excited the news made her partner. Her grin widened, canines gleaming not in devious intent (though that was certainly very soon to come) but genuine thrill at the prospect. Even her tail, carefully curled and moved like the mercenary type it was connected to, couldn’t help but wave in excitement before curling around Kayla’s ankle. Kayla couldn’t remember a time Kyra was ever lost for words, but now seemed to be it - the one time! And even that only lasted a few seconds as Kyra pulled her into a much tighter embrace, and an even more passionate kiss. No holds barred, just 15 seconds of nonstop conveyance of her excitement directly into Kayla’s maw… while the brunt of the rest of it rubbed up against her thigh.

Kayla was genuinely out of breath by the time Kyra pulled away again, leaving her more than a little flustered and warm beneath her fur as Kyra released her and went to grab for the necklace hidden amidst her thick fur and beneath her tunic. It wasn’t made for showing off, after all, even if the small, shiny green emerald that hung from the otherwise innocuous silver chain was quite pretty. Simple, elegant, and reflected Kayla’s own eye color nearly perfectly in the right light. A symbol of their bond together, and a little something more, too…

Kayla knew what it meant, and even Kyra showed an iota of nervousness as she held the pendant in hand and regarded Kayla with eagerness that she was now trying her best to temper. She didn’t need to rush this, but… that didn’t mean they couldn’t get an early start. “Here, you do it,” Kyra offers the item to Kayla, only then reinforcing, “Only if you’re sure you’re ready…” with a serious look at her as she took up the little gem and eyed it anxiously. “You can tell me no. You know I won’t be upset with you…” Kyra reassures, reaching out and clasping her hands over Kayla’s, squeezing and making sure she knew it was what they wanted to do.

“N-No, no! I…” Kayla swallowed again and breathed out a shaky breath as she slowly pulled her hands away from Kyra, still clutching the necklace. “I do want this. For both of us! It’s…” she trailed off, trying to find the right word or feeling for what she felt. There really wasn’t one way to describe it or even multiple to put it into spoken words. So many factors and decisions, pros and cons, not to mention short term and long term consequences especially. All down to one decision.

Sucking in a breath, Kayla would hold out the necklace in her hand and then slowly lower it down, letting the small green gem rest over her stomach where Kyra’s hand had been before. “Kiin…” she spoke softly but firmly, the slightest tingle of magical energy felt by the both of them as she said the small, coded incantation. Her own necklace resting against her breast warmed and tingled against her fur as its sister was activated. And… that was it.

“Well…” Kyra starts, taking the necklace back after a moment while her other hand reached out and rubbed tenderly over her partner’s midsection. “Do you think it worked…?” she asked, even as she felt and probed around with what limited magical abilities she knew - very little of the life-binding variety.

“I felt the spell work,” Kayla confirms, nodding slowly and also trying to “sense” if there was anything noticeable she could pinpoint as having dispelled the enchantment over her, but… she could not. “It had been working up until now, with the enchantment in place and working, and neither of us ever noticed it. So… I’m guessing it worked…?” Kayla ventured, rolling her shoulders at Kyra as she slid her hands onto Kayla’s thighs instead.

“Where are you in your cycle…?” Kyra asks, leaning in closer and lower, Kayla not quite picking up on her hints right away as she tried to genuinely answer the question.

“Ah, mmm… I think I’m still a few weeks out from…” she trailed off as her eyes wandered down Kyra’s half-naked form to her crotch, where that familiar red rocket of hers was already sliding free of its fuzzy white sheathe, shrouded in black fuzz. Her eyes widened and she would gasp as Kyra spread her legs apart and kneeled between them, sparing Kayla the sight of her growing arousal but putting her right on level with her loins. “W-Wait, you want to try… r-right now?”

Kyea just grinned and kneaded at the bulge she could feel beneath the bat’s simple morning work attire, nose leaning in and catching a whiff of her mate’s arousal just starting to take root in her body, rapidly growing now as Kyra threw out any pretense for this not ending exactly how they wanted. “No point in waiting, is there? Store’s closed and we don’t need to meet up with your friend for a while,” she grinned and reached up, starting to tug at her pants, inching them down so she might reveal more of her lover to her.

Kayla looked over at the door, back behind the counter, and then down at Kyra, who could practically see the gears turning in her head, trying to find some sort of excuse to put it off. But they’d already made their decision. Kyra would listen to her if she wanted them to stop - to really stop. But that wasn’t what she wanted. Kyra knew what she wanted and she was going to give it to her. She grinned. “You think I can wait another few hours, after being away from you for so long…?” Kyra asked, pausing and giving Kayla some serious time to think about answering that question, and chuckling softly as she struggled to find the right answer, let alone anything to respond with at all. “Heh… I wouldn’t answer that question…”

Kayla squirmed some on the counter as Kyra finally tugged her pants and underwear down before letting out a startled squeak as Kyra suddenly tugged her ass over, right to the edge of the counter, so her newly revealed dangling bits could dangle over the edge. Not that they were big enough to do so, but that didn’t deter Kyra at all, nor was it her goal, even if she did seem to dive right for them.

“Ah! O-Ohhh not so… haaa…” Kayla gasped aloud as her broad muzzled mate slid up and under her balls, barely giving her time to spread her legs before her muzzle was pressed up against her slit. A sharp intake of breath, and then Kayla would whimper as she felt her press forward, lips and tongue mashing up against her petite folds and digging in like it was Kayla who was the aforementioned “brunch”.

At first it just felt like ravenous laps around and into her nethers but it didn’t need to be slow or drawn out for Kyra to hit all the tender spots inside, as if she had never left and knew the subby bat like the back of her hand. And she did! Kayla relished in that intimate knowledge she had, curling her toes and gripping hard at the edge of the counter as she left no chance that Kayla wouldn’t be ready for more by the time she’d gotten her fill of the sweet fruit bat’s slit. Wasn’t as if Kayla could have closed her legs even if she wanted to with Kyra’s muscular hold keeping them pried apart.

Kayla felt her maleness swelling to meet the occasion, too - just the sight of Kyra between her legs and the pleasure of her sex rubbing off on the other was enough to do it - but before she could think about grabbing it herself, Kyra slipped up and took hold instead. Kayla bucked a little as she squeezed and deliberately stroked the shorter, stout little shaft, but once again Kyra kept her pinned down, only enjoying herself as she made it happen.

She wasn’t sure if the rush of excitement was catching up to her or simply the events of the morning putting her in the mood, but by the time Kyra pulled back and looked up at Kayla with a damp muzzle, she was pretty in the mood. “Have you cum since I’ve been gone…?” Kyra asked with a few poignant squeezes to the base of her little shaft for emphasis, making the ridged member throb and dribble a bit of precum onto her fingertips.

“N-No…” Kayla huffed out, now a bit winded and eager for more. She was being honest, hoping to get what she wanted from her kind mate and part-time Mistress.

“Mnn… good,” Kyra rumbled, milking out a few more pearly droplets before she would release the bat’s shaft to jump and throb of its own accord. “Hold onto it for now, and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded later…” she tempted as she slowly rose to her feet and let Kayla see what she’d been brewing for the past few minutes beneath the counter.

Of course she knew what her partner was packing, but it did not make the canine-shaped cock any less imposing when the fully erect thing was flopped out overtop her own, dwarfing it in size and girth, and doubly rubbing in her balls which outclassed the smaller bat’s, too, as they rested nestled up against one another. The only thing Kyra lacked was the ridging from Kayla’s more draconic-inspired spire, but it wasn’t as if Kayla needed any more help being made to cum.

“R-Really?” Kayla asked, unintentionally putting on her best pitiful expression at the notion of having to wait. It didn’t often work on her partner but there was always the odd time or two. Kyra had firmly slipped into her dominant role by now, though, as she slowly rubbed her cock up and down overtop Kayla’s own, keeping them warmed up more than anything. “Even if you decide to…” Kyra nodded, knowing what she was going to ask. Kayla whined and bit her lip. “But you know that’s so hard to do…”

Kyra just grinned and started to pull her cock back, letting her own leaking tip trace a little line of lube down her shaft and over the little crevice of her sac between the balls before the heavy cock flopped down and partially out of sight, looming there, waiting to find its mark where her tongue had been only a few moments prior. Kayla watched as Kyra’s hand that had been stroking her before slipped down and started to slide over her own, prepping herself for what was to come. Kayla knew she normally let Kayla have a spin at her before they got down to the main event, too, but clearly there were more pressing matters to attend to right now. Kayla swallowed nervously and tried to relax her muscles some. Just because she was used to Kyra’s size didn’t mean a few weeks without it would be as easy as slipping back into a pair of shoes. “I-I’ll try my best…” she promised.

“Good girl…” Kyra praised in teasing fashion as she brought her member up to a slick red shine with her stroking, a couple weeks of pent up desire simmering just beneath the surface and doubtless brewing deep in her loins as she waited to come home to her bat lover. And soon, they’d be residing somewhere else. “I promise we’ll treat you to something special later tonight, when we have all the time to ourselves,” she assured her as she scooted herself forward and Kayla would feel that hot, pointed tip slip up under her balls and poke at her folds.

Kayla would tighten up immediately before she’d force herself to relax, wanting to ease and welcome her in as much as possible. Doubly so if she could avoid walking with an awkward gait to and from the bakery. But as Kyra’s guiding hand slipped away from her cock and instead went to hold the bat’s legs and hips steady, she would pause and let one of them trail up and over her belly again, even covered by her shirt as it was. She smirked and then looked up, meeting Kayla’s wide eyed look of anticipation. Not just at how close she was to being taken, but the consequences that could come with it! Stars, she hadn’t felt this worried since the first few times they’d bedded down together, before the enchantment and…

“Tell me what you want…” Kyra’s voice rang out and shook Kayla from her mental fretting. Her ears shot up and then tilted to the side, confused and immediately thinking she was being set up for a trick question.

“I… want you to fuck me…?” she tried, getting a tight smile from Kyra who didn’t push forward and instead reached up and pushed on Kayla’s shoulder, urging her to lay back on the counter some.

She shook her head. “You do. And…?” she insisted, laying up the next bit for Kayla to finish.

Kayla seemed no less nervous about asking for what she wanted aloud, even if she had already agreed to it before and undergone the brief but meaningful ritual to make it a reality. “I… I-I want you to… knock me up…” she managed, the last bit spoken quietly and demurely, head turning to the side as she leaned back on her arms and felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment while the butterflies in her belly swarmed like mad. Just saying it - and meaning it now, for real - felt so different…

Kayla tensed slightly as she felt Kyra’s cock jump, lifting her balls just a bit from the motion before nestling back in against her slit. She wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the thought, apparently. “You want me to breed you…?” she inquired, rolling her hips just a bit so she could feel her cockhead drag this way and that across her folds, applying a bit of pressure here and a bit of pressure there but never quite pushing in.

Kayla nodded adamantly if briefly, clutching at the countertop surface as she anticipated her partner sliding inside, the tension and unknowing being killer for her trying to relax and ease her inside. “I-I want you to…” she tried to match her partner’s bravado, her eagerness, her ability to tease, but try as she might, Kayla still found herself stumbling over her words even in her best attempts. “I want you to put a baby in me…”

Kyra perked up at that, eyes widening a bit, pupils dilating just a touch, as if Kayla had tapped into something primal, and all Kayla would get for warning was a low growl and that little lift of her balls again. Only this time Kyra pressed forward, easily parting those dusky folds and then sinking in with relative ease. A persistent push, unrelenting and eased forward by their copious amounts of prep beforehand, and Kayla soon found her balls tickled by the coarse fur around her partner’s sheathe and her insides straining to fit the whole length of that tremendous length.

Kayla gasped out, holding in a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and groaned. She’d almost been able to relax the whole rush forward, but right near the end she’d brushed against one too many spots and ended up tightening like mad around her lover’s shaft. It made those last couple inches like a little tug and pull to ease it all in there and give the bat a full taste of what she’d been missing the entire time she’d been away.

Even Kyra let loose a throaty groan as her cock was enveloped in the snug, hot confines of her lover’s walls. She was tight - never enough to put her off, but just enough to make every session feel like a special treat. Kayla could not quite say the same, much as she savored feeling her shove her dick inside. She’d get rough, she’d get harsh, and her cock was just big enough to still hammer a little too deep if Kayla wasn’t prepared for it.

But she loved it.

“Hyah-!” she gasped and clenched her teeth as Kyra drew back just an inch and then rammed forward again, balls clapping softly against her cheeks and the side of the counter, as if making sure she had gotten in every last inch. There was an ache to it, this dull throb of familiarity to being filled with her shaft again. Not just from her, so eagerly throbbing in her depths, but from stretching to meet her demands. And that wasn’t even the thickest of it.

She whimpered as Kyra ground herself there for a few moments, hands taking greedy squeezes of her matronly hips before she dragged the bat forward, putting her rear nearly hanging off the side of the counter. Kayla’s torso slid down towards the surface, only just keeping herself propped up on her elbows for now. Until Kyra gave a little huff and thrust forward in rapid succession - one, two, three quick pumps before she nestled in balls deep again, growling softly and reveling in the bat’s clenching, stirred up insides.

“Mnn… I love how you feel…” she rumbled, closing her eyes and letting a blissful expression undo the creases on her muzzle for a few moments before her piercing hazel gaze opened again and fixed her with a salacious look. She started to roll her hips even before she spoke again, but her expression took a while to change even as Kayla’s contorted and reacted to the waves of pleasure she literally thrust upon her. “I’m going to breed you good…”

Kayla cringed softly at the spoken words but it was masked so beautifully in the heat of the moment with her firm and commanding fucking, it blurred the line between cheesy and inciting. Even the touch of fear at how real her threat - no, promise was, was enough to make her toes curl and her insides to clench around her pistoning length. “Y-Yes! Please… do it…” she softly begged, cheeks flushing even darker at the reply as she turned her head aside, as if to hide the burning embarrassment or the way she huffed and gasped as she worked her over.

Kyra didn’t miss a beat, though. Not verbally or physically, as even when she pushed through Kayla’s tightening hole, she kept a steady pace, just fast enough to keep the bat from getting too comfortable, but tempting enough to make slowing down all the more aggravating. Which she did, with a few shallow thrusts and a hand sliding up from her hip to slide up, teasingly pass over her little, rigid member, and eventually rub on the bare fur of her belly, revealed with how her tunic had slid upwards from their antics. “Do what…?” she rumbled knowingly, fixing her with a teasing, questioning look.

“D-Do me…!” Kayla replied promptly, if predictably, feeling her partner start to slow down but knowing full well she didn’t need to - she was toying with her! “Fffaster, please…?” she pleaded, trying to worm her way out of playing into her partner’s game. This fucking might have had potentially long-lasting repercussions but it was still a fucking at the end of the day and she wanted to cum and enjoy it. She wanted Kyra to cum and enjoy it! But the latter, well… she knew she’d be made to play along, and she’d love it, whether she admitted to it or not.

Appropriately, Kyra slowed to a stop and her toothy grin widened. “Mmm, I am. But what do you really want…?” she goaded, having stopped about halfway inside of her and just sat there, frustratingly still despite how worked up she’d made Kayla in the meantime. How worked up she must be - how could she stand to just stop like that?!

Kayla squirmed but the hands on her hip and belly still kept her held down, if not forcibly then by Kayla simply knowing better. “I… I want you to … c-cum in me. Knock me up. Fuh… Fill me with your p-pups…?” Kayla ventures, her attempt to put some sexy verve into falling into a humorous bit of uncertainty by the end.

Clearly she’d done something right - she’d bite her lip as she felt Kyra’s cock jump a little, pressing just a bit firmer on that tender bit of her wall before she relaxed again. If Kayla had the confidence to play with such triggering information, she might have been able to get one over on her mate but, as it was, Kyra still held all the cards. She pushed a little deeper, treasuring the way her insides tied up in knots when she was made to speak so brazenly and lewdly. Even if she didn’t do it very well, the genuine nervousness to it, laced with excitement, made her attempts all that much more enjoyable.

Kyra rumbled out something of a pleased sound but only inched forward a little as she groped at her bare fur. “You want me to make you pregnant…?” she asked, knowing full well the thought still made Kayla squirm. The discomfort was amplified by the reality of what she was doing, and yet the teasing made her body burn like the hottest star in the sky. “Make you a big… momma bat..?” she adds, making no qualms about appreciating her chubby lover’s fecund form with word and hands alike.

“Mhm…! Please!” Kayla whined, sucking in a breath as she felt Kyra wedge herself just a bit deeper. She’d already been there but her insides were clenching and making it feel like new depths were being plundered each time.

“How many…?” Kyra rumbled, dragging the conversation out and, with it, Kayla’s anticipation. She wanted her to keep going but she was nervous about answering and didn’t even know the right answers in the first place!

Thankfully, Kyra seemed to realize this and took a small mercy on her, starting to roll her hips again and squeezing an answer out of her as their bodies started to rock back and forth to the rhythm slowly building up again. “A-Ah! As many as you want…”

Kyra chortled at that and drew a sharp gasp out of Kayla as she suddenly surged forward, going balls deep suddenly and purposefully grinding the thicker base of her cock against the bat’s petals. “Ooo, you should know not to give me that kind of decision,” she rumbled, giving a few quick thrusts to really seat herself deep in Kayla, letting her feel how dangerously thick she was at the base the longer she stayed there, enjoying her clenching. She relented a moment later, going back to a steady thrusting as she assured her, “I think… twins… would be a good… mnn… place to start. They run in both our families,” she teased, breath hitching just a bit as she worked Kayla faster, the excitement starting to creep into her tone and actions, too.

“Mmm… have you been thinking about this the whole time I’ve… hff… been gone?” she probed, drawing her hips forward and back now with more oomph, making each impact ring out around the shop as she tenderized her backside with those swinging, pendulous orbs of hers. “Bet you have…” she huffed, sliding both hands to her hips now to really start to lay into her, pulling her hips into her as much as she was shoving her cock back in.

Kayla was rapidly becoming insensate, just groaning or murmuring her responses back in impassioned quips and responses, breathless and malleable to whatever her mate wanted. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t able to draw some poignant responses out of her all the same…

“Better hope you don’t end up with… more than two at a time…” Kyra starts, leaning forward over Kayla and propping her arms up on either side of her on the countertop, using the lip of the counter and her deep, brief pounding to keep her from sliding away. She looked her in the eyes now, when Kayla’s weren’t clenched shut, enduring a wave of pleasurable feelings or otherwise glazed over from the endorphin rush. She seemed to briefly focus in on her mate more now, from this new position, hot breath washing over both their faces as they basked in the other’s presence, inside and out. She was anticipating her to finish the thought and she only had to wait a handful more insides-melting thrusts before she’d lean in and rumble into her ear, “Then you’ll have to knock me up, to get some extra help…”

1511 ~1.25 hours

Kyra felt her partner tremble underneath her and then a hearty throb from between them, where her little soldier was being squished between them and stimulated ever-so-carefully by their back and forth. Then again, and again, until Kyra would huff and push herself up, eyes widening in surprise at how strongly she apparently provoked the bat’s fantasies. Her cock hadn’t gone off yet but there was a smear of precum between them, staining both their tops, and Kyra would stifle a groan as Kayla kept clenching around her. She could have caved right there but she wanted to ease just a bit more out of the subby bat before she let loose.

With some restraint, she braced herself against the counter and hunched over Kayla again, not getting in close or intimate to whisper nothings into her ear. No, the determined look and sharp stab forward to readjust her stance could only mean she was going to finish her off. There was a subtle draw of breath, as if charging up, making Kayla’s ears flick and her body to tense, before Kyra was going at it again. Zero to fifty in a matter of seconds as she drove her cock into Kayla’s folds over and over, again and again at a rapidfire pace that filled the showroom with the echoing smacks of hips on hips, balls on ass, and rapidly growing wetter and more lurid sounding as she sped them towards a finish. At least, that sound would have filled the air if Kayla’s moans and Kyra’s huffs of exertion didn’t dominate the space already.

“You like that…?” she asks, through all the panting and barely piercing through the swimming feeling in Kayla’s head as she felt herself being pushed past the point of no return. She didn’t know or care what she was agreeing to, she just hummed-stroke-moaned in agreement. It rewarded her with more flesh quaking thrusts and that was all she wanted. “Want to unload some of… of those burdens on your mate…? Hmm…? Haaa…” she breathed out, her own nethers sweltering between her chiseled cheeks as everything had gotten her riled up, too. Just because she usually put Kayla on this side didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the same when the mood struck. And she was just so endearing when she was teased…

Kayla’s cock throbbed in confirmation, answering well before her question could pass through her foggy noggin and get a whining “Mhm!” from the bat. Kyra didn’t slow down, not even as she spoke a warning, “Don’t cum…” and felt Kyra’s hand brush teasingly along the underside of her shaft, making it jump and wantonly ache for the sort of direct stimulation her female half was receiving. She whined at the command, knowing what she meant but lamenting how incomplete it would leave her feeling. At least, for now.

“Be good and…. And I’ll… hnnfff…” Kayla’s eyes started to close and the pressure building in her loins started to compound uncontrollably, like a spring coiling tighter and tighter until it would explode outward with incredible force. Kyra felt that, too, as each mass of her slowly swelling bulge against her folds tempted her to just bury herself and ride out the climactic finish. Soon… “I’ll make sure you… get your chance… after I’ve had…. Mmmiiiiine…” she rumbled out the last few words from deep in the back of her throat as she felt her balls start to pull up, clenching and aching to release their backlog into the breedable bat.

Decorum and control quickly flew out the window as Kyra simply growled and breathed out a warning, “G-gonna cum…!” as she felt her knot starting to swell, putting them on a rapidly counting down timer. But it wasn’t a final chance for Kayla to change her mind, no - this was going to happen! It was just a matter of how effective their first attempt would be.

Kayla didn’t even consider their plans for the rest of the morning, the shop, or anything that wasn’t Kyra in that moment and the peak she was rapidly flying towards. Just the promise alone of her partner finishing inside, on the most basic, animalistic level, triggered her to toss her head side to side and cry out in bliss as that coiled spring suddenly let loose and her insides started spasming and clinging and gripping wildly to her cock as it molded her insides to her shape.

She groaned and her whole body felt like it was throbbing as Kyra fucked her through the first few seconds of it, only to double over and amplify as Kyra let loose an uninhibited moan of her own and surged forward, wedging her cock in as deep as she could make it and holding it there. Not holding it still, oh no! She got in deep and held it there, but rocked back and forth, taking her hips to and fro to eke out as much pleasure from those milking walls as possible. At first it was just because she was mashing her pelvis into the countertop, but then it was because she was literally tied at the hip. It almost wasn’t noticeable at first over the undulating waves of bliss that came from cumming, but soon it wasn’t her walls pulsing around her shaft so much as it was her shaft pulsing and pushing back against her insides. She shuddered as the feeling grew and grew, going from intensely thick to uncomfortably wide, to achingly stuffed as the fleshy lobes effectively locked her in place. It would have been more distracting had she not already been in the throes of climax. Not even the dull ache of her tip mashing up against her cervix was enough to kill the mood, nor was knowing what was about to happen when she felt Kyra’s cock throb and she let out a longer, satisfied groan as the dam buckled under a couple weeks worth of pent-up ardor.

There were no more words or teases, just a blissful few moments of relishing in the depraved act as her cum surged forth and stuffed the chubby bat full. Over and over her shaft would pulse and throb, bringing with it a new rush of liquid warmth that pooled then flooded the deepest recesses of her chamber with lifegiving seed. What didn’t squeeze past into her womb still had nowhere to go but to pool around her locked-in shaft and thoroughly warm the bat from the inside out as she bred her good. Kayla knew she came a lot, but she seemed to produce just that little bit extra this time, as if her body knew she was really trying to knock her up this time.

Oh gods…

Kayla’s insides swam and turned as the post-climax clarity slowly dawned on her. She was really doing it - she was trying to get pregnant. Not just teasing roleplay or risky actions, she was getting filled by her partner, unprotected. The risk was there in all its anxiety-inducing, arousal-inciting glory. She… wasn’t sure how to feel about it. All she knew was that, in the moment, under her mate as she had slumped forward to rest over the splayed out bat, she felt… good. Satisfied, loved, protected. A little afraid of what the future would bring, but she wasn’t going at it alone.

As Kyra tried to catch her breath, eventually pushing herself back up on her elbows so she could look down at her lover again, Kayla would smile softly back at her and, breathless, murmur, “Love you…” Kyra smiled back, a little lop-sided, perhaps a bit addled from her brief stint into feral rutting mode, but returned the affectionate comment in kind by leaning forward into another kiss. Lips parted and though lacking in the fervor from before, the passion was all there, maybe even more! Slow, tender affection that didn’t need words to justify it. Not even her cock, still happily throbbing away, took away from the intimacy, just added another layer to the lewd undercurrents.

By the time they broke the kiss, the moment had passed, and both parties opened their eyes to meet one another again. The blissful aftermath was still in full swing but even as it slowly wore off, they knew they’d be here for a while yet, and with it came a degree of more casualness between the two. “Mmm…” Kyra hummed as she pushed herself up carefully and looked down between them, seeing Kayla’s cock still standing tall, clearly asking for attention, but having obeyed her instruction quite well. She didn’t suspect it would be going down anytime soon with her knot lodged up against her prostate like it did normally when they bedded down together. “I think that was a pretty good first try…” she rumbled, slipping a hand around and down to Kayla’s belly again. Maybe if she was any thinner or Kyra any bigger she could have felt the bulge she made there, but as it was, it was just an intimate, warmed place where, just beyond, Kayla could feel her insides swimming in her seed.

“We’ll definitely have to keep trying, though. Make sure it sticks…” she teases, casting Kayla a tired but devious look, knowing full well she wasn’t lying but, at least for now, knowing they’d have a little intermission to recover. And Kayla was still turned on enough to groan a little and weakly clench around her shaft again as she made the comment, too, wincing as she silently cursed her partner for how easily she could press her buttons. Kyra just chuffed softly and gave her belly a few caresses before relenting and sliding back to the side. “You did a great job,” she praised, smiling more genuinely as she took a few more moments to catch her breath before slowly going to stand upright again and give a little stretch, for now being careful not jostle their tie too much.

“Th-Thank you… that was…” Kayla murmured, hesitating, as if not sure how to describe it. Or maybe concerned it was too early to claim that it was over. “Amazing. You are…” she concludes, a bit awkwardly, but Kyra didn’t seem to mind. Eventually, she’d manage to prop herself up on her elbows and look down a bit more easily at the two of them. She curled her lip a little seeing the stains she’d made on both their tops but it should wipe clean easily enough - better than if she’d just cum outright. And speaking of which… “S-So… you gonna… grab us a towel and help me off, too…?” Kayla suggests, trying to make her cock jump a little so Kyra knew what she was talking about, only to wince as it ended up making her clench down around her cock again, too.

“Mmm…?” Kyra hummed, and Kayla felt this sinking feeling in her gut as she saw her questioning look turn to bemusement and then a familiar, cheeky grin as she reached down and gave her ridged member a little squeeze. Were she not so on edge she might have been able to withstand the simple tease better but just having her cock throb at all was like a constant reminder that she had her knot wedged right up against her p-spot. It made every motion like a sordid mixture of pleasure and discomfort, the likes of which she’d come to savor… even at her own expense. Thankfully, Kyra only did a few passes with her hand before she moved her hands to her hips, instead, chuckling and commenting, “I said I’d let you have a go at knocking me up later, too. Can’t have you go blowing your load now, can we? It’d be a waste…” she rumbled.

Kayla groaned softly, blushing hard at her partner’s teasing. “Kyraaaa…” She was pretty sure she wasn’t even going to be given a chance to knock her up, that was just her tempting the idea, like she had before. But it still made Kayla squirm, and she knew it.

“Ah-ah…” Kyra chided, giving a gentle but obviously felt tug of her knot that made Kayla tense and squeeze around her cock again. As if she needed to milk out every last drop into her by the end of this. “You and I both know you’re like a wet noodle in bed after I let you get off…” she teased, making Kayla blush and turn her head away, rolling her eyes no matter how true the comment might have been. “Speaking of bed…”

Kayla’s ears perked up as she heard Kyra speak and she barely had time to process what it meant when she felt Kyra’s arms circle around behind her waist and her back before she was being pulled up and into Kyra’s arms, clear off of the table. Her startled squeak devolved quickly into a gasp and a whining groan as she wrapped her legs and arms around Kyra for support, her insides being jerked around on her knot until now she was practically seated atop the thing. It somehow made it feel like it was even deeper than it was, if that was even possible, and unlike Kyra who had the strength behind her to keep the bat lifted and held against her, Kayla could barely keep herself held up and steady to stop from bouncing on her knot.

Kyra just made sure she wouldn’t entirely fall off, letting the bat bounce and jostle and moan into her ear all she liked as she slowly turned the pair around towards the staircase leading upstairs and their home proper. “We’re gonna be stuck like this for a bit, so why don’t we go relax up in bed til I soften up a little, hm?” she suggested, tone barely containing the devious intention behind the suggestion. Frankly, she was surprised Kyra didn’t ask her how many steps it was up to the second floor again. She could hardly forget at this point.

“Oh-Ooo-Kyra… g-gently, please…” she begged, clutching her lover a bit tighter as she nestled up against her shoulder and tried to keep herself from jostling too much as Kyra stepped towards the stairs. It barely did anything to stop her knot from jerking around inside of her, tugging and pushing on her walls and overstimulating her well-worn walls into an aching mess before they’d even made the first step.

“I’ll try, but if you keep clenching like that…. Mnnph… we’re gonna be stuck like this for a while. Just don’t make a mess halfway up the stairs… again…” Kayla blushed and buried her face in her shoulder, feeling Kyra chortle softly and bracing herself as she felt her start to move again, trying very hard not to dwell on how every step kept wedging that knot against her prostate, and how even the tough leather and cloth clothes they wore offered a small but tantalizing bit of stimulation to her neglected prick.

“W-Was only one time..” Kayla grumbled.

Seventeen slow, laboriously slow steps later and about half an hour more, and the two of them were resting in bed, with Kyra leaned back on the pillows and Kayla nestled up to her front, both relaxing and feeling as the swelling finally started to slow down. Kyra had spared her more teasing but Kayla’s cock still stood at about half-mast the entire time, as if ready to spring back to attention at a moment’s notice. When they finally felt the tie loosening and not every movement was met with a little wince or clench from the overstuffed bat, Kyra would lay Kayla back down carefully on the side of the bed and ease her hips back, catching a bit as her knot had yet to entirely deflate - enough to make a lewd “schlorp” as the knot came popped free and Kyra slowly drew the rest of her cock out after it.

Her shaft gleamed with their combined juices and though not much seemed to leak free of her slit, Kayla could feel the slow, steady trickle of the thick seed trying to seep back down through her tunnel now that she was unplugged. All of it that hadn’t gotten locked up in her womb, anyway. The thought brought a little quiver to her form to consider what those virile little swimmers might be doing to her right now, but it was overshadowed a little by Kyra who stepped away from the bed and towards their dresser rather than back towards the bed where Kayla was still laying. She propped herself up, rolling over onto her side and gritting her teeth a little as closing her legs too fast reminded her how sore that knot had left her, especially now that the afterglow had had time to wear off. She perked up as Kyra pulled out a washcloth and wiped down her member before it would have the chance to shrink back fully into her sheathe. Not that it wouldn’t make her all that much more musky later, but…

Kayla blushed as she realized she’d been staring, Kyra clearly having picked up on it and smirked. “Sorry, love. I know it’s your favorite treat, but we’ve gotta get to your brunch plans here soon.” She flashed her fangs in a devious grin as she tossed the cloth aside and went to rustle around in a drawer again. “Can’t risk you getting me all worked up again, either. We’d be stuck here all day…” she warned… or perhaps tempted… making Kayla blush and ache as even just trying to clench her inner muscles like that was like squeezing a bruise. And she said they were going to do this again? Today?

“That’s fine, I was just… wondering, is all…” Kayla responds in her best attempt at nonchalance as she starts to scoot herself off the bed, only for a pair of panties to be tossed her way, landing across her muzzle in a well-placed lob. She looked confused for a moment but then offered a tentative, “Thanks, hun. I’ve just gotta clean up a bit and then I’ll get dressed and we can…” she trails off as a bottomless Kyra comes back to her sitting on the edge of the bed and places a hand on her shoulder when she tries to rise up to her feet. She gave her a questioning look that Kyra answered by reaching down and giving her thigh a little squeeze.

“That’s alright. Just toss on your panties here and we can get going,” she instructed more than suggested, eyes glinting deviously at the bat who perked up in shock. “Can’t have you washing all of that out, can we? It would defeat the purpose of trying to breed you…” Kyra rumbled, giving her shirt-clad belly a teasing jostle. She swore she could almost feel the seed slosh around in there but maybe that was just her self-consciousness shining through, feeling how “icky” her insides felt, slathered in her own arousal and Kyra’s cum.

“B-But… it’s gonna leak…” Kayla frets, biting her lip as she held up the panties, unassuming and simple but comfortable in design. They would certainly catch any that drooled out but that didn’t mean she’d be any cleaner as a result.

“Not if you get those panties on,” Kyra corrects her with a wry smile and then lets her hand come up and clap her on the shoulder. “Now come on, get that butt in gear. I dunno about you, but I’m starving,” she remarks as if this was completely normal.

Kayla knew that tone, too. She couldn’t really argue with her. She could, but there might be some… repercussions… later. And as tantalizing as those were, she still really wanted to get to cum some time, somehow before tonight was over. So, with a barely perceptible whimper, she slipped the panties up and over her junk, the cloth framing her receding cock quite snugly and, conversely, making it so the cloth bits wedged up between her folds some, too.

“Nnn…” she grunts, looking down and quietly wondering if she’d be better suited to wear a skirt or pants with this… arrangement. She could see positives and negatives for both but eventually she and Kyra and would step back down to the first floor, Kyra in more casual attire now and Kayla simply wearing her pants from earlier. Kyra didn’t seem to mind, she just enjoyed seeing her lover stumble and walk with just a hint of a waddle as she got over that well-fucked feeling and the wetness between her legs that would only seep in the longe the day went on outside of the shop. Thankfully they were in a rather busy town so nobody would be able to pinpoint her scent and what she’d been getting up to but that didn’t make her any less flustered as they stepped out the door and locked it behind them.

“Mnn, you know what?” Kyra asked as they started to walk, these backstreets being not quite as busy as the main thoroughfare the markets were located on nearby.

“Hm…?” Kayla hummed, doing her best to walk normal, hand clutched protectively (and a bit possessively) by Kyra as they moved through the streets.

“You can tell your friend you’re going to have pups of your own now,” she cheekily remarked, not even needing to turn her head to know Kayla’s ears were folded back and a flustered look was plastered on her face.

“Y-You can’t…” she pauses, and then course corrects, saying, “We… don’t even know that it took. It wouldn’t have taken yet… I think…” she adds a touch uncertainly.

Kyra hummed thoughtfully at that. “Mmm, you’re right,” she murmured in response, pausing just long enough for Kayla to think she had gotten one over on her. But just as they rounded the corner and the bakery came into view (though Kara was the first thing that came into focus given her size and color), Kyra would add, “We can just tell her we’re already trying for some, then.”

Kayla opened her mouth in shock, but before she could speak, she would feel Kyra release her hand and start to walk ahead of her, faster than the limping bat could easily manage, raising her hand and waving down the big taur outside the shop. “Kara!” she bellowed. “You’re never gonna guess what happened!”

“Kyra…!” Kayla wailed, jumping ahead and trying to drag the bigger, stronger hybrid down and stop her, ears and cheeks burning so profusely under her fur that she thought they might catch fire, all while Kyra broke down into giggles of her own as she toyed with her lover so brazenly. Kara would meet them a moment later in a full-on tackling embrace and innocently join them in their chuckling, even if they never explained what was funny. It didn’t matter, and Kyra mercifully didn’t single out Kayla any more than those few teases as they gathered up her sister, too, and went to grab brunch.

The future may have been uncertain and it might be a while before any of their decisions today manifested or bore fruit, but for the moment, with homely baked goods and even sweeter company, she couldn’t think of anything better or anywhere else she’d rather be, than right next to her mate. Who knew - maybe in a year’s time, it wouldn’t just be the two of them joining up with friends for a casual midday meal, but their little, growing family…

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