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There was something absolutely perfect about the feel of a cooling breeze upon your face during a warm spring day, and there was no better place to enjoy such a sensation than walking down the new, freshly paved sidewalks of a revitalized downtown.

Lots of cities across the country were trying to gentrify lower income areas and poorer neighborhoods, and while there were some who cried out against it, the benefits were plain as day: businesses flocked back to the area, property values went up, and people felt safe exploring a part of the city that they might not have, otherwise.

In such a situation, smiling alongside her best friend and brushing the bangs from her eyes as the wind playfully tossed them about, Serinthia's day couldn't get much better.

"Where did you want to go next?" she asked Samantha, as the pair strolled casually down the sidewalk. The newly paved sidewalks were a bit more refreshing than the old, coarse pavement that they were used to once upon a time, and thanks to such improvements, a walk down the strip of downtown didn't feel like such a chore anymore, allowing Samantha and Serinthia to focus on enjoying each others company, instead.

Samantha tapped her chin in thought for just a moment. "I kinda want ice cream...but I'm honestly so full from lunch that I don't think I could handle another bite."

"We could just keep window shopping, if you like. We don't need to spend anymore money."

"I know, I know...but it feels silly to do this much window shopping without buying something."

Serinthia could feel just a little warmth creeping into her cheeks as an idea popped into her head, one that she wasn't entirely sure she should act on. "Well...maybe we could visit Vanity's Closet?"

"T-the lingerie place?" Samantha asked, perking an ear to make sure that she heard her friend properly. Immediately, her tongue became a little bit tied, though she wished she could have hidden it.

"Yeah! I mean...i-if you want to. I know that they're having a sale, so I was planning on stopping there at some point, anyway. We don't have to go if you don't want to."

Samantha glanced up at the sky for a moment. She could feel herself getting lost in the endless fields of blue that surrounded the golden sun, and the enchanting visual display of the occasional cloud passing in front of the sun. Somehow, it changed the hue of the sky to a dark indigo, bordering on a violet shade around the fluffy, white formation.

As she looked back toward Serinthia, she felt as though she could see the color upon the fur of the gray vixen, and decided to reply with an affirmative nod. "Why not? We're already in this part of town, anyway. We might as well pick up a couple things before we make our way back to your place, right?"

"Glad you agree, Samantha. Gonna pick up a little something nice for yourself?" Serinthia asked, as the pair of females made their way through a crosswalk and toward Vanity's Closet. The store sat right on a corner in the cultural district of downtown, and it used a marketing ploy to say that the clothes within weren't just lingerie, but a connection to a time gone by; it was their way of creating sales by saying that they were trying to keep the spirit of burlesque alive.

That being said, it seemed to work just fine, and their business was as great as it had ever been. The store was constantly flooded with females of all ages, perhaps even some who were a bit too young to be wearing such risque fabric.

"I'm gonna say no...but I know by the time I make my rounds, there's gonna be something in the racks that just calls out to me," Samantha admitted. "It's like they have mind control devices just inside the door to make you buy clothes you don't need, or something..."

Serinthia giggled and gave her friend a gentle pat on the shoulder. "I know just what you mean, honestly. I wasn't even sure about going there today, but the second we crossed the street, my mind was made up!"

The subtle touch was nothing more than anyone would ever question, and unless someone was creeping over their shoulders, they wouldn't have noticed the way that Serinthia allowed her paw to linger and gently massage along the tense, tender muscles upon Samantha's shoulder, hidden by her plush, soft coat of fur. They'd have to be awfully close to hear the way that Samantha rumbled in a delight that was more than a friendly growl, perhaps hinting that something a little bit more than an ordinary friendship existed between the two of them.

In a store where sexuality could literally be traded out for oxygen, however, no one thought a thing of it.

The pair stayed especially close to each other as they moved around the store, and again, it wasn't out of place to anyone. The aisles within, if they could be called such, were exceptionally narrow, and didn't do well with high traffic, despite the large amount of customers that were always found within the store. It made for browsing just a little bit uncomfortable, but with a good friend close by, Serinthia felt that much more comfortable in gazing over a part of the collection that could only be described as adult in nature.

Panties so thin that they might be torn by a light breeze, and so covered with frill and lace that they might as well have been a ribbon were just the first part of the outfit. A pair of matching garters for each thigh were sitting around the very bottom of the mannequin, and upon the artificial bust, a brazier that matched the color perfectly, with the appropriate amount of lace to match the panties nearly completed the set. The final touch, however, were the slip-on arm warmers that were displayed to the side; the poor mannequin didn't have any arms to show them on.

With just one look, Serinthia was sold, and Samantha couldn't tear her eyes away from the display. It was nearly the same, enchanting shade of violet that she'd seen in the sky earlier on, but made tangible and placed where she could reach it.

"...I don't care how much it is, I have to have it."

Samantha let out a quiet giggle. "Not even gonna try them on?"

"I know my sizes," Serinthia confirmed. "If they have my measurements in stock, I don't even have to think twice."

Serinthia started digging through the shelves and racks around the display, looking for the matching color and pieces to fit her size, and making a grand mess of the place in the process. She was determined to find the ones that worked best for her, leaving Samantha to ponder just what she should wear, if she were to join Serinthia in a purchase.

She got her answer in the form of a pair of bright, royal blue panties that were flung upon her muzzle by the chaotic searching of her best friend.

"O-oh...sorry about that, Samantha..." Serinthia paused in her erratic search, reaching over to grab the pair of panties from her face with a sheepish giggle. Samantha stood in place, glaring at Serinthia at first...but even she couldn't keep from chuckling at how silly she knew she looked. "I guess I got a little carried away."

"Don't worry about it," Samantha replied, rather casually. She made a mental note of the exact color of the underwear that had landed upon her nose, and made sure to store it in the back of her mind as she allowed Serinthia to go back to digging about. "Just be careful you don't hit me with the mannequin!"

Serinthia flattened her ears a little at the thought, but snickered all the same and shook her head. "Long as nobody gets too close, I don't think that'll be a problem. I will have this lingerie set!"

The determination of her friend made for good entertainment for Samantha, who rather quietly moved around the store and built her own collection, all while replying to Serinthia and trying to keep exactly what she was getting, a secret. She had a feeling that Serinthia would see it all sooner or later...

...She just didn't think it would be that night.

**

No matter how nice downtown had become, footpaws would grow tired after such a great amount of walking, and Samantha was more than happy to stop at Serinthia's apartment that evening to give herself a break.

"You know...if your legs are really that tired, you can just stay the night here, Samantha. It's not like you're imposing on me."

Serinthia lived in a comfortable, and impressively spacious one bedroom apartment just along the downtown strip, not terrible far from the apartment that Samantha shared with her brother. Those extra couple blocks sounded like a nightmare to Samantha, however, who found herself sinking into the soft, cozy couch in the living room. "I really appreciate that, Serinthia. Maybe I will just stay the night here...I'm sure Timothy would understand."

"He probably wouldn't want you out by yourself after dark, anyway," Serinthia replied from the kitchen, as she fetched a bottle of wine from one of her cabinets. The room was set up with a great flow, so that one could see the living room fully from the kitchen without obstruction, and yet, the half wall between them gave each room a feeling of presence in the apartment. It also allowed for great views while cooking, as Serinthia could see all the way to her sliding glass doors and the balcony, out into the milky lavender of the night sky and the slowly rising moon. "Care for a drink, Sam?"

"He's just looking out for me...and I'd love one, thanks!" Samantha replied with a wide grin. Being such great friends, they knew each other very well, and though Samantha wasn't a lush by any means, she did enjoy a quality glass of wine every now and again, and Serinthia knew just which ones were her favorites. She dug the corkscrew into the fibrous cork and pulled it free with a quiet, delightful spop, allowing the small trail of misty vapors to pour from the bottle before she gathered a couple glasses, and filled them near to the brim.

Walking back into the living room to sit next to her friend, Serinthia handed her a wine glass and curled up on the couch right next to her. "Here...you'll really like this one. It's light and fruity...but not too sweet. I think it's just right."

Samantha took the glass and immediately had a sip, and just as quickly, her body reacted: her tail curled right up in delight, and her ears perked high as she followed the cautionary taste with a full, long gulp. "Mnnnn...ahh, goodness! I've never tasted anything quite like it, Serinthia! You didn't put anything in this, did you?"

A quick wink from the blue-haired raccoon made it clear that she was just teasing, and Serinthia giggled, winking right back at her friend. "Oh, I don't think I'd need to dose your drink to get you into my bed," she teased, knowing that they had a level of friendship where they could easily share a bed without any awkward feelings between them. "But that's great advice for next time."

"I'll know it's coming, now!" Samantha played right along, before taking another small swig from her glass. "But...we should worry more about what we're going to do tonight, I imagine."

Serinthia picked up the remote for her television. "Scary movie marathon?"

"Mmm...not really feeling a scary one."

"Suburban Sex Scandals?"

"I love that show, but I've seen every episode like... seven times."

"We could just flip channels...?"

Samantha nodded. "Works for me. I'm sure we'll find something to watch."

Serinthia leaned up against Samantha just slightly, navigating the television with one paw, and holding her wine glass with the other. Flipping through channels managed to kill a few seconds, and without something entertaining to hold their attention, the girls were rather quickly powering through their wine, but even after finishing a whole glass, nothing was truly jumping out at them. Everything was either a repeat program or a movie that was edited for content, which meant that all of the good parts would be taken out, and honestly, that was all either one of them wanted to see.

The air of amorous intent was starting to grow in the apartment, however, by the time that Serinthia stood up to refill her wine glass. She took Samantha's, as well, and divided what was left in the bottle as evenly as she could, before she took a closer look at Samantha's face. It was clear that the raccoon was enjoying Serinthia's company, as she always did, but she might have fallen asleep on the couch if she was allowed to stare into space much longer.

"...You know, Samantha...we could always create our own entertainment."

Samantha perked an ear and glanced up with tired, yet still vibrant green eyes. "What do you mean...?"

"Well, I couldn't help but notice that you were picking out your own lingerie around the store, and I really like modeling my own in front of a friend who will give me an honest opinion about how it looks...who could I trust more than you?"

"I can't help but think you're just looking for an excuse to get me out of my clothes, Serinthia."

"And if I am?" she asked, narrowing her eyes and letting a wide, playful grin spread across her muzzle.

Samantha slowly rose from the couch and picked up her bag of clothes in a paw, returning a gaze that was every bit as devious as the one Serinthia held. "Where can I change?"

Right there would be just perfect, Serinthia thought, but she managed to keep the lustful thoughts in her head, and out of her voice. "Feel free to use the bathroom. I'll be waiting in the bedroom to see what you came up with."

Scooting rather quickly down the hall, Serinthia could hear Samantha giggling at the idea as she slipped into the large, spacious bathroom and closed the door behind her. Serinthia kept an ear perked up, listening for any sound of a lock being used, and though it took a moment longer than she expected, she eventually caught a subtle click on the air. She wasn't going to be able to sneak up on Samantha, after all, but she could at least put on an impressive display for her...if she was quick enough.

Wine glasses sat idle, and the fermented grapes went to waste as Serinthia quickly peeled away the dark, forest green t-shirt she'd been wearing that day. Blue jeans were easy enough for her to slip out of, and her usual, mismatched bra and panties came away rather unceremoniously. She left everything in a pile on the kitchen floor, uncaring of how she moved at the moment, and took a fully nude stroll down the hallway to her bedroom, half hoping that Samantha would come out of the bathroom and see.

Her hopes were dashed as she made it into her bedroom without incident, but that didn't change her plans at all. She tossed her head slowly and brushed the brilliant, white tresses of hair from her view once again, and opened up the bag. Just holding the thin fabric of the bikini-cut panties in her paws sent a chill up her spine and invigorated her, as if she were a more sexual creature for simply having them.

Wearing them was an even greater experience, however, as the silky, soft fabric came all the way up her thighs and pressed to the subtle, pouting lips of her labia, and in an instant, her own natural arousal was starting to bleed into the crotch of her new lingerie. She bit down on her lower lip and fought back a quiet moan as she slipped each of the garters on rather easily, leaving only her torso undressed. The arm warmers went on without incident, but she could feel the arousal spreading through her body, and at the mere touch of the soft, comfortable cups upon her breasts, she tilted her head back and rested her paws on the outside, knowing she'd be rubbing her nipples in an instant if she didn't.

Though she wasn't facing the door, she was still struggling with her bra straps when Samantha finally entered the room. Her ears were just slightly flat, so she didn't hear the sound of the amorous raccoon sneaking up behind her and pressing her paws into Serinthia's back, offering a helping paw that was far more than just helpful.

"Looks like you haven't quite gotten the hang of this, yet," Samantha teased, as she helped to finish the last clasp for Serinthia. "What are you, fourteen?"

Serinthia had to take in a deep breath as quietly as she could, unable to deny the pleasant tingle that spread across her back at the soft touch. "Only in your messed up fantasies," she shot right back at Samantha. She turned her head back over her shoulder and smiled as sweetly as she could, before turning the rest of her body, allowing her tail to swing slowly with her. "What do you think...?"

"...I think we have very similar tastes," Samantha admitted, as she looked down at her own body, noticing that she and Serinthia had picked out the exact same outfit, just in different shades; Serinthia stuck with the dark violet, and Samantha opted with a royal blue that nearly matched the shade of her hair. "Though I'd be lying if I didn't admit that you looked damn hot in that outfit, Serinthia..."

"It...it really looks that good on me?"

"Absolutely," Samantha suggested, offering Serinthia the kind of smile that was well past friendly, and bordering on lustful. "It's like Santa wrapped up a present for me in a pretty, purple bow and dared me to try and unwrap it..."

"It's violet, first off," Serinthia replied with a playful roll of the eyes, but she couldn't keep up the act forever. Samantha was speaking with such an overtone of sexuality that Serinthia was sure that her arousal was visible through her panties...she felt as though she was melting inside without so much as being touched. "And second...I'm not just gonna let you unwrap me like that."

"Well, not yet, no. We have to test it first."

Serinthia tilted her head just slightly. "Test it...?"

"Your new outfit," Samantha explained simply. "Don't you want to know how it'll feel, pressed up to someone else?"

"W-well...I...I mean..." Serinthia stammered on for a moment or two, but Samantha was already approaching her. The feisty raccoon didn't let Serinthia's nerves dissuade her; rather, she felt an obligation to embrace her friend as she stood, footpaws planted firmly in front of her, and wrapped her arms around the timid, shy gray fox. She pulled Serinthia in tight, so much that the vixen could feel every ounce of warmth that Samantha had to offer, and all of it through the silky, teasingly thin fabric of her lingerie. With no other clothes to separate them, Serinthia was sure that she could feel excessive amount of heat pouring from Samantha's nethers, and as it gently flooded over her own like the warm, pleasant rush of a steamy shower, she trembled in Samantha's arms, unable to hide her reaction.

"You can't pretend you didn't want this," Samantha whispered, leaning in just close enough to Serinthia that she'd be able to feel the teasing warmth of the raccoon's breath on the inner lobe of her sharp, sensitive ear.

Serinthia's knees were trembling, almost knocking into each other as she leaned her weight against Samantha. "I...m-maybe I did..." she managed to reply in a slow, breathless gasp. It was hard for her to find her voice at all, but with Samantha taking the reins and urging her forward, her subtle fear and shy nature was starting to melt away.

It was still Samantha who made the first real move, however, as she locked her pawtips around Serinthia's lower back and pushed her into the wall, right next to her bed, and silenced her timid voice with the tender, delightful press of her lips against Serinthia's own.

"Nnn? Mnnn!" Serinthia felt a moan that she couldn't control trying to slip past her lips, but the sound was silenced by the passionate, heated exchange that Samantha had started. Muzzles stayed pressed tightly upon each other as Samantha took the initiative, deciding in her own mind that no part of Serinthia was off limits. Her paws roamed right down from the lower back of the gray vixen to the smooth, full curve of her rump, and pawtips clenched down tightly, squeezing as much as they could hold and forcing a cute, bashful jump out of Serinthia, who bucked her hips up into Samantha. Though two pairs of panties stood in the way of proper stimulation, the subtle, gentle grind of their nethers against each other was enough to draw a low, deep moan from each of the females, and fabric so thin that arousal could easily bleed through allowed for Samantha's own juices to soak into Serinthia's panties, drizzling right over the proudly erect nub of her clit.

Serinthia tried to steal the same grasp from Samantha, reaching down slowly to go in for a playful squeeze of the rump, but along the way, she felt the warmth coming from right under Samantha's tail, and decided to make a slight detour instead. Her pawtips hesitated at first, but as Samantha pressed her tongue against Serinthia's lips, and slowly through, into her maw, Serinthia ignored her inhibitions and circled a single pawtip over the source of that warmth, right under the base of Samantha's tail. It was more than enough to force an impassioned rumble from the heated raccoon, who started to grind her hips against Serinthia and trap her against the wall, knowing that the vixen's pawtips could easily start to penetrate her tailhole, if she so much as tried.

She was still just a little too timid to do that, but she was more than ready to take things to the bed, if Samantha so much as gave the word.

There was no word to be given, however, as Samantha refused to part the sweet, delicate flesh of her lips from Serinthia's own. There was only a rather sudden and powerful tug as she pulled Serinthia from the wall and tumbled down to the soft pillows and warm, smooth comforter on the bed next to them. Amazingly enough, they managed to keep their embrace all the way to the bed, but Serinthia found herself pinned under Samantha, and finally, as lips parted with a quiet whimper of regret, Serinthia gasped in shock, looking up at Samantha with a knowledge that something even more intimate was coming.

"Ha...ahn...d-damn, Serinthia...I never knew you could kiss like that," Samantha admitted, allowing her tongue to slip down along each one of her lips, capturing the last of the flavor of her friend. "Forget going home...my brother will just have to learn to share me with you!

Serinthia was sure that even more moisture was gathering at the petals of her womanhood as Samantha made her declaration. To be wanted was arousing enough, but to be coveted, to the point that someone would literally steal you away was dizzying. Serinthia could still feel her head spinning as Samantha leaned over just enough to reach into the night stand next to the bed, gathering up one of Serinthia's dirty little secrets and putting it to use against her.

"W-what...what are you getting from there, Samantha?" Serinthia managed to ask, as she rested her paws on Samantha's hips, trying to look as confident as she could, while pinned.

"Looks to me like there's a ring here in the bed frame," Samantha pointed out, as she looked to a small, shimmering ring of steel in the center of the head board. "I can't imagine sweet, cute little Serinthia using these with it," she put Serinthia on the spot and teased her, as she held up a pair of soft, cushy leather cuffs. "Good little girls shouldn't keep secrets like this, Serinthia. Very naughty...you need to be punished. Give me your paws."

Serinthia trembled under her captor and shook her head. "N-nu uh..."

"Do it or I'll take them."

Once again, Serinthia shook her head, but Samantha was quick, and latched one side of the cuffs to her friend's wrist. "I had a feeling you'd do it the hard way...and I'm so glad that you did."

Grabbing Serinthia's other arm and easily yanking it upward, Samantha kept her body firm upon the trapped vixen and struggled along with her, easily winning the fight, but playing along the whole time as she managed to sneak the other wrist into a cuff. Taunting Serinthia with the thought of being trapped, she hoisted her paws upward, toward the ring, and held them there for a moment, not actually coupling the ring with the cuffs at first.

"Gonna say you're sorry for being a naughty girl...?"

"But I'm g-good...please have mercy on me, Samantha?"

"Not a chance, my dear."

Ka-tink! The ring and the cuffs coupled together easily, but no matter how Serinthia tried to wiggle free, they held firm against her wrists. She was completely and truly stuck, now, and Samantha didn't have the willpower to keep her paws to herself any longer. She'd been able to feel Serinthia's womanly liquids spilling against the crotch of her panties for a few minutes...now, she wanted to sample them, and her pawtips made a great vessel for that.

"My goodness...it's like I'm putting my paw in a stream!" Samantha was quick to tease the trapped vixen, as she slipped her paw down along from Serinthia's tummy, and into the smooth, narrow delta of her womanhood. Her pawtips were immediately soaked as she fiddled around in Serinthia's panties, acting as though it was tough for her to find the vixen's clit, when she was really just passing over it randomly, never letting Serinthia know when it was coming. "So sticky...and so fucking wet, Serinthia...I bet my pawtips would just sliiiiide right in!"

Never able to see when her clit was to be teased, Serinthia couldn't keep from bucking her hips up against Samantha each and every time that a faux clumsy pawtip slipped over the buzzing, sensitive nub. Her inner walls clenched and gripped around nothing, wishing that they had something to hold onto as Samantha masterfully worked her body over, knowing just where the vixen liked to be touched. "N-no, no, please! That would be s-so naughty...I couldn't!"

It was all an act from Serinthia, who was trying to play as innocent as she could. It was a turn-on that neither one of them needed any longer, and yet, they were both happy to share in it as Samantha dipped a pawtip between the pouting folds of Serinthia's cunt and hooked it upward, sliding it just past the lubricated flesh of her outer petals. Even that one pawtip inside of her body made Serinthia stiffen up against the bed, but Samantha pressed onward, digging the naughty little digit further inside, until it was up to the second knuckle, and Serinthia was up to her ears in pleasure.

"You were grinding against me to try and get yourself off, weren't you?" Samantha asked, knowing the answer before it ever came. "It feels to me like you could gush all over my paw at any moment...perhaps I should keep you from getting an orgasm for being such a naughty little vixen..."

A second pawtip was already joining the first when Samantha made her devious, sadistic suggestion, and it pushed Serinthia right to the brink, but then, all movement stopped; there was only a warmth resting over Serinthia's clit, and two pawtips inside of her squeezing passage, sitting still and waiting for the order to be given.

"T-that's so cruel, Samantha! Nnnnngh... g-gods, it's not fair! P-please keep fucking me!" she cried out, bucking her hips as hard as she could, but with Samantha applying pressure and keeping her legs down, she couldn't make the necessary movements to get off. "I n-need it...I'm aching for you!"

"It's that bad, hm? Your desire is that strong?" Samantha asked, keeping her nature calm and collected the entire time, despite the overtly sexual nature of the moment. "If that's really true," she paused, allowing her pawtips to stroke just once at the upper wall of Serinthia's womanhood, tickling at her g-spot and then immediately stopping, "You can beg much better than this..."

One touch was almost all it took, but torture set in once again for Serinthia as her body didn't quite make it to a climax. Her tummy was tense, and her crotch tightened around the pawtips, but she needed one more touch, and she couldn't force it out.

She could only throw her head back and gasp, knowing her legs were already trembling and shaking against Samantha's body. " Please, S-Samantha...please finish me off...I n-need it...I need you! F-fuck...it's d-driving me crazy!"

Deep, sharp gasps kept Serinthia from begging uninterrupted, but her voice was filled with such a desperation that Samantha couldn't help taking a little pity...and then going entirely overkill, as she rapidly stroked her pawtips back and forth over the spongy flesh of Serinthia's g-spot. The vixen was sent over the edge in an instant, and her eyes flew open wide as the lack of sensations, replaced by a sudden overflow of them, made her body violently thrash against the bed. Two pawtips fingering and rubbing inside of her womanhood, all while a thumb rubbed in tiny, teasing circles over her clit brought forth an extra flood of smooth, silky warmth in the form of her tasty, slick cum...and Samantha could only grin devilishly as she watched her friend cry out with delight.

"Y...yes...yes, fucking yes! Sam...ooooh, Samantha... I'm c-cumming...fuck me, I'm cumming! O-oh, oh...I think I'm squirting!" she screamed out in such elation that the neighbors might have been banging on the wall, but she wouldn't have noticed for even a moment. Tiny, thin spurts of her feminine cum sprayed across Samantha's open paw as she continued to work on the trapped vixen, not allowing the heightened sensations of her orgasm to subside until Serinthia was nearly still against the bed, save for the occasional tremor of pleasure that shook her body, and the slow, heavy heave of her breasts as deep breaths barely kept her conscious.

"Awww...now, isn't that adorable? My little friend is all tuckered out from her orgasm and ready to take a nap," Samantha teased one last time, as she pulled her paw free and began licking at the juices that coated it, soaking right through her fur and down to her flesh. "It's too bad we're not done here..."

Serinthia was just starting to catch her breath when she raised a brow at Samantha. "Wha...what? What do you mean?"

"You really think I'd let you just drift off to sleep without returning the favor, Serinthia? You weren't the only one getting all warmed up...and you're certainly not the only one aching with need."

Gulping for a moment, Serinthia tried to smile as innocently as she could, despite just how hard she'd begged for a climax only moments before. She watched with a nervous smirk as Samantha slipped out of her panties and crawled across the bed, straddling around either side of Serinthia's cheeks and pressing her pawtips up to the vixen's muzzle.

"Let's do a little comparison...I want you to taste yourself...and then to taste me."

"And if I don't...?"

"Then I'll get that other toy out of your night stand and put it some places that take a little more...convincing."

Feeling her eyes shrink down rapidly, Serinthia gave a series of rapid, obedient nods and opened her muzzle. Her tongue slipped out to meet the pawtips, and she could taste her own liquid arousal at the tip, spilling down across the flat of her wet muscle. She was tangy, to be sure, and even a little salty, but there was something sweet on the end, as well...she never would have imagined her own taste to be so complex, but just as she was settling into it, Samantha gripped the headboard, straddled right over Serinthia's muzzle, and squatted down just a little, forcing her drooling, pouting slit onto her friend's tongue.

"Good girl...I want you to show me how much you love eating my pussy... show me. Don't tell me...just show me," Samantha emphasized, not wanting Serinthia to waste any time with words. Obedient to her friend to the end of it all, Serinthia opened her maw a little wider and slipped the flat of her tongue back and forth over Samantha's cunt, slurping up all of the juices that had spilled from within, before dipping the tongue inside and greedily searching for more. Desperate, trembling claws dug into the wood of the head board as Samantha gripped onto it, not wanting to allow her orgasm to approach so fast, but she couldn't deny just how skillful Serinthia was.

If she had any say, however, she'd still make the vixen work for it.

"T-that's it, baby...nice and -f-fuck yeah- n-nice and deep, Serinthia...dig out all of that sweet honey!" Samantha commanded, glaring down at her friend with narrowed, predatory eyes and an evil grin...when she wasn't throwing her head back with delight. Having no paws to pace herself with or lift Samantha off, the only way Serinthia would be able to draw a proper breath again would be through making the raccoon climax, and even when Serinthia was she that she felt the quarter-sized flesh of Samantha's g-spot on her tongue, Samantha held steadfast, grunting and groaning with delight and panting when she couldn't keep her fangs gritted...but still not giving in all the way. "Don't f-forget my clit, either...it's buzzing for you, S-Serinthia!"

It was hard to keep up with Samantha's sexual appetite, but Serinthia tried desperately, slipping her tongue free from Samantha's snatch with a series of thin, glistening webs of natural arousal. The gray vixen could already feel wet, slick fluids staining either side of her muzzle and her cheeks, but she pressed on, swirling the very tip of her tongue in a tight circle around Samantha's throbbing clit, and finally, breaking down the last of her walls of resistance.

There was a thick, full gush of juices upon Serinthia's face as Samantha finally reached her peak, spraying out violently and even landing between her eyes, but Serinthia refused to stop. Her tongue slipped below the crest of Samantha's womanhood and tried to catch every drop of the squirting mess, almost wishing she could drown in the sweet, earthy and exotic flavors of her sex. " Serinthia! D-damn! That's good...that's so fucking good! L...lap it up, baby...lap up my c-cum!"

Samantha couldn't keep her body from shaking feverishly upon Serinthia's muzzle, and though she was more timid in this case, the vixen took a certain, arousing pride in knowing just how thoroughly she'd eaten Samantha. To make her have such a climax that she almost immediately collapsed upon Serinthia made her grin, even with the thin, clear fluids of her womanhood spilling down and starting to soak into her neck, leaving her bathed not just with juices, but with the delightful, even slightly floral scent of Samantha's cunt.

"Ooooooh yeah... I am n-never letting you leave, Serinthia," Samantha admitted, unable to keep a quiet giggle from passing through her still moaning lips.

"I don't know about all of that," Serinthia replied breathlessly. Each moment, more of that wonderful, feminine scent filled her nostrils and left her dizzied, and yet, entirely comforted, as she stopped struggling against the cuffs and relaxed, finally. "You really think your brother is willing to share?"

"I'm sure he will if we just ask nicely," the raccoon suggested, knowing that it would only take a little persuasion to get Timothy into bed with two females at once. "For now...I think we're both about ready to sleep."

"Kinda hard to sleep like this," Serinthia said, gesturing up at her cuffs. "May I please be set free, Mistress Samantha?"

The title may have been a tease, but her pleading was authentic. "Well...I suppose you have been a good girl after all," Samantha agreed, slowly pulling the clasp down from the ring. It was easy to let Serinthia free afterwards, and the cuffs were tossed from the bed as the pair of females snuggled into each other.

"And maaaaaybe a quick shower is in order?"

"Nope."

"Awww...why not?"

Samantha grinned at her friend and gave her cheek a quick, grooming lick, enjoying the flavor of her own cum on her tongue. "Because I kinda like having you all covered in my juices and my scent...it's...well, honestly, it's really hot."

It kinda feels hot...you made such a mess of me, Serinthia thought, but as she came down from her sexual high, she found herself just inhibited enough to keep from voicing it.

"If you like it that much...I...I guess I don't mind," Serinthia offered up, knowing it was short of the truth, and surely, Samantha could tell, but she just snickered and pressed her lips in close, allowing them to drift gently over Serinthia's own. The pair shared a kiss that was much deeper than one to be shared by normal friends, or even best friends...tongues came to gently dance against each other, and quiet, subtle moans joined in, until only the grasp of exhaustion could keep them from going at each other a second time.

Still part way into the kiss, the pair started to drift off to sleep, with just one last offering from Samantha: "Mmmm...maybe I should take you home...see what Timothy thinks of our lingerie..."