Tropical Nights 5: Diya's Night

"...And no outside food or drink," the guy behind the counter noted offhandedly after ringing them up a two-hour reservation for a room. The Llama was young, and seemed more interested in his phone than the customers, but no slouch.

Oro frowned, still holding two bags of snacks (and other things) they'd just picked up from a convenience store on the way here. "Really," he stated more than asked, "Not even water? Let me guess: you sell your own in-house."

"Yep," the kid answered without hesitation, tapping away at something on his phone, "And the prices are nothing like reasonable. I don't make the rules, man," he shrugged, then slurped the dregs from a cup of shaved ice with his free hand.

Oro quirked a brow. "Uh-huh...well, I guess we're buying here, then," the Rabbit snorted, reaching into his pocket and laying down an extra bill of cash.

The young Llama slid it off the counter and into his pocket without ever looking at it. "Thanks for understanding, man," he nodded, "Room 10. You've got until 6:20. You can call for an extension directly from the room, if you want it."

Diya giggled quietly as Oro took their receipt and started down the hall. "Nice play," she congratulated him once she was sure they were far enough for the cashier not to hear, "Still cheaper than two adult tickets, too."

"Yeah. Teenagers," he rolled his eyes, as if he wasn't still one himself, technically, "Too lazy to actually care about rules unless they can milk them." Shoving open the door with their room number on it, he let Diya go through first.

The little Feline quickly moved to the table and picked up the remote, looking over the menu and dialing in a few numbers as Oro put down their bags and discreetly scanned the room for the obligatory security camera. As soon as he found it, he seated himself on the bench wrapping around all three walls, directly under it, raising one long ear in front of the lens. The first song started playing on the karaoke machine, low and mellow but typically loud, and Oro swiped his ear across the camera, leaving behind a bright scarlet film over the protective cover.

"You sure they can't see through that?" Diya asked, quirking a brow at the apparent stain.

"Sure as I am of anything Gorgorond tells me," the Rabbit nodded, "'Limited Authority's Blind-Spot'...whatever the fuck that means. Probably looks like a malfunction on their end, at least. Nice song. Sure you can handle the other part?"

Diya nodded with a grin. "I've only seen him draw it a few dozen times now," she chuckled, getting out the dry-erase marker they'd picked up along with their snacks, drinks, and condoms. Carefully drawing out the pair of runes Kylan had used so often in The Labyrinth on the inner frame of the door, she really hoped the metal lining counted as "soil or stone". The tricky part was applying the "mana" like Kylan and she had practiced. He'd gotten pretty good at it, but she still struggled. A faint glow and the sound of pressure applying to the door told them when she'd got it right, though. "There. Just enough no one can barge in, but we can still pass it off as a jam in the hinge...probably."

"Good," Oro grunted, leaning back and exhaling slowly, trying to relax, "So...you said there was something you wanted to tell me before getting started. What's the bomb?" he asked bluntly. He could hardly complain about her keeping secrets until the stage was set, given what he'd been doing for most of this vacation, but he didn't like wondering why the drama was necessary.

"Hang on," she shook her head with a sympathetic smile, "There's a little more mood-setting to do first. Heh...though I have to say, you've been very patient," she admitted, crawling up onto the bench and toward him on all fours, until she was leaning against his chest with her knees astride his lap. "It's a little weird being like this with you. I keep thinking you'll snap at any second, and go back to being Mr. Grump with a chip on his shoulder."

"It's tempting," Oro admitted as well, resting his hands on the small of her back as she put her face close to his, "But not today, and I've already told you why. So say what you've gotta say. No worries."

Diya agreed, her smile turning a little wistful, then placed a gentle kiss on his lips, breathing out the last of her nerves and committing herself to the plan she'd laid out on the way here. "Sorry. I'm still a little anxious. Kylan's not here, and I have the feeling something is going to change this afternoon that won't ever really go back to what it was before."

At that one, Oro just shrugged. "Probably. Won't be the first time we went through something like that." He took one hand off her back and laid a finger on her nose, pushing her back from his face where he could frown at her properly. "Look, you don't owe me anything, least of all secrets. If you're nervous, let's just sing. Otherwise, spit it out, so I can get over it and make fun of you for being so worried."

She blinked at the finger pushing her nose, then chuckled and nodded. "Okay. You remember how I said once that Mom always looks the other way when we act out, as long as we don't make it an embarrassment for her? Well, I want to tell you what we...no, that's not fair to Kylan. He was just an unwittingly willing participant. It's what I did to hurt someone, that Mom covered up. Then I want you to punish me, like she should have been back then. Then fuck me like you own me. Maybe not all in that order," she sighed, resting her forehead against his chest briefly, "I'm so turned on already..."

Oro frowned at the top of her head. This wasn't his forte. She would be better off confessing to Nayeli, or even Tuli. But for some reason she had decided it needed to be him, and today, and he'd already given her every opportunity and encouragement to change her mind. Blowing a long exhale into her hair, he settled his back against the wall. "Fine. Shoot. I'll do the best I can to give you closure."

"Thank you," Diya breathed against his chest. Pushing up to sit back on her heels for a second, she undid the button of her shorts, then reached back to unfasten the clasp of her bra through her shirt, apparently to save him the trouble later. Then she leaned forward to rest her elbows on his shoulders again, face close to his where she didn't have to speak loudly to be heard over the music they were ignoring. "It happened about eight years ago, now. Mom had invited some business bigwigs over to the house for a quasi-informal meeting and dinner. One of them couldn't get anyone to look after her son, so she asked to bring him with her, thinking he could watch TV in the living room or something."

Diya shrugged as if a question had been asked, though Oro looked more bored than curious. "Mom didn't have a problem with it. He was about our age. Maybe a few months younger, though he obviously looked years older," she chuckled, looking over her own shoulder and swinging her hips as if to test their appeal, "She figured we'd play games or watch movies or something like that. And it started out that way, but I had a stupid idea to set up a trick before he got there."

She paused, lowering her head to let out a shaky breath against his chest, and gave a quick glance at the demon-blinded camera to reassure herself. "...Will you touch me a little?" she asked with her forehead pressed against his, "It's okay if you don't listen too close. I know a lot of this story is kind of stupid, and—!"

Diya gasped when he interrupted with a sharp slap on her tush. "I am hanging on every word," he assured her, sounding slightly offended, "You're struggling to tell this, despite what you said before we came here. I'm going to hear it out to the end, respectfully. I will 'touch you' if it will help you relax, but only on that account."

"Forgotten gods," Diya sighed, burying her face against his chest and nodding, "Yes, I need a little of that. Just squeeze me, or scratch my back," she suggested, patting the hand he'd laid on her rump. He ran his fingers over the fabric of her shorts, applying just enough pressure for her to feel it in the tight muscles on that end, like he was massaging her tail end. Unbuttoned as they were, her shorts started to slide over the up-turned curves. She didn't try to recover them.

Clearing her throat, Diya continued with a note of relief, "Kylan looks a lot like me. Or he would, if he didn't have so much of Dad's coloring. So I talked him into wearing one of my dresses, saying we'd pretend to be sisters, and tease the boy a bit. The goal was to get him to call Kylan cute, then spring the truth on him and embarrass him. Mean, but harmless, or so I thought. Good material for a prank. Kylan didn't even mind the cross-dressing," she shook her head, "That was his first time...and I half suggested it out of some stupid idea that I wanted to see how he looked in my clothes. I was such a brat. Anyway, it was just about perfect: The boy arrived...David, I think was his name? We waited in my room and Mom pointed him that way without ever checking in on us first. So when he showed up he was none the wiser about who Kylan was, and no one was there to correct his reasonable assumption."

Oro moved his hands off her rump as her shorts slid down onto her thighs. Moving up her back and under her shirt, he half scratched and half rubbed her back, particularly between the shoulders. Diya arched her back against his touch briefly, giving him a grateful smile, and continued, "Kylan and I flirted with him through most of the movie. Kylan was better at it than I expected. I don't remember exactly how the conversation went, but at one point Kylan got him to go in for a kiss...and they looked pretty hot at the time, I had to admit. We'd met our goal, and even broke it a little, so I cut in with something like, 'Oh, I think that got him excited!' and lifted the hem of Kylan's skirt. It...scared David, I think. I expected shock, surprise, even embarrassment...but he looked downright horrified."

Oro snorted. "Your brother makes a pretty convincing trap. The poor kid probably didn't know boys could even do that."

Diya agreed, rubbing her cheek against Oro's chest. "Probably. I thought it was hilarious, but I also felt kind of bad. I didn't expect that strong a reaction. So I told him I'd gotten excited, too, and that I really was a girl, and lifted my skirt to prove it. I'd had my fun. I didn't mind embarrassing myself a little in return. That would just be fair play. I just wanted him to laugh it off and not look like we were going to cannibalize him or something." Her smile was failing now, turning into genuine guilt, and she lowered her head to rest her chin on his shoulder. "I apologized, like you should when you've been rude. I cuddled up against him, and kissed him, thinking that might calm him down, or excite him in the right way. He was hard. I could see that. So while I had my lips on his I slid my hand under his belt."

"...You okay?" Oro asked as gently as he could when she paused again, taking several deep breaths beside his cheek.

"No," she answered quickly, "I really want to strip off your pants and ride you like the prize-round of a rodeo. It's nearly as bad as being under the witch's spell," she panted, hips swaying in imitation of grinding on the thighs below them, though her shorts were preventing her from adjusting her legs enough to make good on the gesture, "But I need to finish this first."

"You have a strange response to guilt," the Rabbit observed, moving one hand underneath her belly and sliding it all the way to the hem of her panties, then carefully over the damp fabric to rub gently between the folds of her labia. Diya shuddered and bucked her hips against his hand.

"Glad you've been paying attention," she chuckled, sighing as she rubbed against him, "Did you ever do something that seemed fine until you were right smack in the middle of it, then all at once it hit you how fucked up it actually was?"

"No," Oro rolled his eyes, oozing sarcasm with every word, "I would have no idea what that feels like, having never been anything but sweet and polite to everyone, and definitely never dealt with a witch."

She managed an honest giggle at that, and kissed his cheek. "Yeah, that's exactly what went through my head when his mom walked in on us. We were in the playroom, not the bedroom, so I guess she didn't think she needed to knock. Not that it would have helped at all. There we were: Kylan with his panties half down because his arousal had made them uncomfortable, me pressing David against the wall with a kiss, and my hand inside his pants obviously stroking him. The instant her eyes lit on us I knew we were fucked in so many ways," she sighed, relaxing against the Rabbit as he slowly stroked two fingers between the lips of her sex, widening the wet spot on her panties. "And then I realized Mom was standing right behind her. She didn't look shocked. She barely looked disappointed. She just asked David's mom if she could talk to her and David for a minute, in another room. I might have hurt him a little, yanking my hand out of his pants that fast. I don't remember what I thought I was going to say, or even what part of it I got to say, but Mom shut me down fast and told me and Kylan to just stay there until she came back. So we did."

She was breathing hard, though her hips had stopped moving. Oro was gently holding the pressure against her muffin, but whatever she was feeling right then didn't seem to be coming from any kind of physical contact. "...And?" he prompted after a moment.

"To be honest, that's about where the story ends," Diya confessed, rubbing her face against his shoulder, "We never heard from David or his mom again. I still don't know what Mom said or did to make them keep quiet about it. I've always been afraid to ask. When she came back to us, she just said we need to be careful what we do around her associates, or it could make her work difficult. No yelling. It barely sounded like scolding. You'd think that would be a relief, but...it felt so wrong, Oro...so wrong..."

She was obviously crying now. He could feel the tears falling onto his shoulder. Oro put both arms around her back and pulled her down against his chest. It made no sense to him, but even the grumpy, violent Rabbit had learned that hugs held an inexplicable magic. He just hoped his cursed fur didn't somehow counter it.

"Oh...oh, forgotten gods," Diya panted after a few minutes, as the sobs petered out and the sniffles dried up, "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to tell someone about that. Fuck...that feels so good..."

Pushing up from him and carefully sliding sideways onto the floor, Diya finished kicking off her shorts and pulled her shirt over her head, laying both on the floor beside the console table in the middle of the room. Kneeling with her knees on her clothes, she bent over that table and rested her head on her arms. The pink-and-black striped panties clinging snugly to her posterior had "slut" printed in a flowery script right across her butt, and she looked at him over her shoulder while swinging her hips invitingly. "Please, Oro, I know it's weird, but I am so wet right now...please fuck me hard. I need it. I think the relief has turned me on. Then I want to have my punishment, so I can finally forget that fucking day, and my fucking heartless moth—!!"

He popped her rump to shut her up, frowning hard now. Diya bit her lip, but kept looking pleadingly at him and offering her upturned tail. She cooed in relief when he finally pulled a little strip of condoms out of the bag and unzipped his own pants.

Diya closed her eyes with a contented smile when he rolled her panties down around her thighs, and cooed encouragement when he bent over her, wrapping his strong arms around her own and laying his chest over her back. "Diya," he muttered in a shockingly gentle voice, "This isn't what you need. Not really. You need to calm down, and listen, and think carefully."

"Fuck," the little Feline hissed rocking her rump against the belly above it, "That's not what I want to hear right now! My heart hurts, my pussy's on fire, I—"

"I know," the Rabbit grunted, pressing forward to nest the coated tip of his carrot against her entrance, "That's why I'm going to do it. And as soon as it's done, you're going to do exactly what I tell you to, no questions and no complaints. Understand?"

"Yes! Oh, yes," she agreed eagerly, nodding her head and situating her knees a little wider apart, "Please. I'll do what you say..." She cried again when he eased into her, but this time in relief and pleasure. Oro carefully worked himself into her, rocking back and forth to be sure she was good and slick before pressing deeper into the smaller girl. "Ooooh," Diya murmured as he worked himself into her, "Have we ever had gentle sex before?"

"No," Oro grunted without even having to think about it. "I'm rough when I'm pissed, and I was always pissed at having to do it with you."

Diya giggled, and moaned quietly as he rocked into her again, thinking it was nice to know him well enough that she didn't take that personally. Especially given how sweet and careful he was being now. He'd basically admitted this was the first time he was comfortable being with her. "Ah, keep going, then," she begged, rocking her hips back against him encouragingly, and smiled as he tightened his grip on her.

The playlist she'd queued up was about to run out, but Diya wasn't going to last long between the affectionate treatment and intense arousal she was already under. She almost regretted not using something besides her clothes to catch the mess she dripped onto the floor. There was going to be a lot. Her sighs quickly turned to whimpers, then burst into a cry of relief. Oro continued to grind slowly inside of her until her breathing evened out and the happy tears stopped flowing and she looked more or less content with her situation again. Then he pulled out, not caring about his own climax, and fastened his pants.

"Get dressed," he told her, pulling the little tube of sanitizing wipes out of their bag and popping the lid, "And help clean up. Fuck if I'm leaving any evidence for the staff here."

"Yes, master," Diya answered in a dreamy sort of half whisper, before asking, "Can I call you 'master' for a little bit?"

"No," was Oro's immediate answer, already rubbing down every inch of the bench they had touched with one of the wipes, "I don't like it. To be honest, I don't like who you are at the moment, and it's not because of anything you did that day," he frowned, "You're not in your right mind right now, Diya. I'm glad you told me. I'm glad you got it off your chest. But I think you're a little drunk on the relief now, and not thinking clearly. Sober up. Then I'll tell you what we're going to do."

Diya nodded mutely, keeping her promise to do what she was told without question and without complaint, and helped him wipe everything in the room down. Even things they never touched. The cleaning crew was going to be singing their praises after the pair left. After they had everything bagged up and the table back in its rightful place, Diya struggled for a moment to reverse the effect of the runes, but finally got the door unjammed. As soon as she had, Oro swiped his ear over the camera again, pulling the blinding film back into his fur, and the pair made a hasty exit. It was something of a relief that no one tried to stop them on the way out.

They walked for a few minutes in the fresh evening air. Diya clung to Oro's hip, smiling contentedly, and was unusually quiet. "Feeling better?" the Rabbit asked at last.

The little Feline shrugged. "Waiting for my punishment. Glad that it's almost over. Gods forgotten, Oro, it's such a...," she blew a long, slow exhale, "But I've said that already. Thank you. For listening, and not freaking out, and not hating me...and proving I was right to trust you."

"Well, I'm not sure I share that sentiment," he sighed, giving her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "That's why we're going back to the hotel now, and I'll tell you what I've decided there. Remember, Nayeli has veto over any_thing I say, including what I think your punishment should be. _I trust her judgment, so you're going to have to, too." The little Feline beside him just nodded again. No questions. No complaints.