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Walk a Mile

Day 1, Part 2: Burnout

by Von Krieger

Heather fought kicking and screaming all the way to the demonstration area. At least mentally she did. She shouted, ranted, cursed, and raved most of the way, after which she began to weep and beg and plead.

"Oh be quiet." Citrus said with a snort, "Here, you take over."

The human rider suddenly found herself mostly in control of the engineered sex-pet's body, though it continued to walk down to the lobby. Heather suddenly realized that she was stark naked, and walking out in public. She hadn't noticed as while she had been trying to steer Citrus away from the repulsive prospect of what was essentially prostitution, but now she felt every eye on her body. Saw every individual that walked down the hall, some human, some Leiaou, some obviously re-engineered, or descending from those who had their DNA mauled in such a way.

Heather looked down at the ground, unable to move her hands in front of her body to cover herself. She felt heat rushing to her face, making her fur fluff. Her throat tightened, only a small squeak escaping when one of the passing scientific staff slapped her rump in passing. Heather would have turned to protest, but she looked up right into the... bust of the massive bovine-equine-lizard-biped-thing that the cobra geneticist was leading down the hall by a leash. A leash clipped to the chain between the over-endowed sex-toy's nipple rings.

The sight of the creature sent a shiver down her spine. It was eight feet in height, had massive breasts, bigger than its head, and it had four of them. A huge udder hung between its legs, and Heather was almost sure she has seen a half-hard horse cock hanging out of slit on the top of it. They had the ability to turn her into something like that if they wanted to, and Heather did not want to end up as a huge breasted minotaur-lizard with huge horns and... URGH! A tail-cock. Gross!

"They're not as gross as you think. They feel great, 'cause there's more of it. You don't have to stop at the sheath, you can keep pulling more and more of that tail into you. Very sexy when you have a tail with a good, rough scale texture to it." Citrus said with a chuckle.

Another shiver ran through their body, a not entirely unpleasant one. Heather wasn't quite sure which of the two of them that the tiny pang of arousal came from. It would feel... interesting. And it wasn't like this was her body either. But... no, she shouldn't. She shouldn't think about things like that. It was wrong.

"I agree with you on that. Just thinking about it is wrong, but only when you don't follow up. You'll just get yourself all frustrated thinking like that, always wanting, but never actually trying." Citrus said as the two walked down the lobby stairs, heading towards a large room. Heather's eyes widened as she opened the double doors and stepped inside.

Sex toys, bondage gear, restraints, costumes, all sorts of repulsive, sinful things placed in a room the size of a small gym. "Oh God..." the human rider murmured softly through the skunkette's borrowed vocal chords.

"Oh, don't worry." Citrus said, heading to a smaller doorway off to the side and stepping in. It was a simple room, just a bed and a few furnishings. A TV, a couch and chair, a shelf with a number of books on it. And pornographic videos.

Heather closed her eyes and tried to block out the images of what she'd seen. There had been an orange furred vixen in the stocks, getting plowed from behind by a ferret. It was right in front of the glass doors, everyone could see. The human whimpered softly, an undesired wetness coating her sex at the thought of it.

"You like that, do you? The thought of being fucked where everyone can see?" the skunk taunted.

"N-no." Heather said softly, the reply sounded unconvincing to her own ears.

"You don't have to worry, depending on who you get to share bodies with, you might just skip being assigned to the public sex position entirely. Or you can get lucky and be there for the next three days."

The unfamiliar wetness began to drip down Heather's thighs, "Please... please stop." she whimpered, not at all sure if she really did want the skunk to stop talking about it.

"Maybe we could get you specially assigned out in the street? Forget the appointments, and just have you out there spreading your legs for anybody that just might pass by? On all fours on the sidewalk, being double teamed by two furres on their way to work, one with his cock in your ass, and the other rammed down your throat?"

"Stop it! I don't... I don't..." Heather protested.

Citrus' teasing was interrupted by a knock on the door and a white haired snow leopard popped his head in. "Citrus, right?" he asked, not so sure he was in the right room.

Heather felt her consciousness being shoved aside as the skunk took over. "Yup, that's me. And you're Mr. Summercat yes?"

He nodded, "Just Summercat, please." he said, sitting down on the bed.

Citrus purred and lowered herself onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his midsection, stroking his back with her handpaws. "And is there any feature in particular that you'd like to test?"

He nodded, seemingly more than a little nervous. "The uh... enhanced muscular development in the uh..."

"No need to be so technical, silly kitty. Just say 'Citrus, I want you to milk every last drop out of my with your pussy.'" the skunk said with a grin, preventing the leopard from saying the words with a forceful kiss, pushing him back onto the bed, her hands expertly removing his belt and unzipping his jeans.

Heather could feel their arousal build, the desire to be filled and mated by this feline, someone whom they had no emotional attachment to. Just a job, not even a job, something lesser than that which Heather couldn't quite put a name to. There was nothing invested in it, Citrus had been created to perform this task and nothing more. It was empty, worthless sex, devoid of any redeemable qualities.

Or at least that's what the human rider was trying to tell herself as the tongues of the skunkette and leopard entwined, their muzzles pressed together. She gently guided him into herself, going so slow as to be teasing, allowing Summercat to experience every sensation.

The human found herself overwhelmed with sensation as she suddenly had control of their body. The sudden shift took her by surprise, her muscles relaxing, slowness forgotten, allowing the leopard to penetrate her fully. She could pull away, try to run, but she knew that Citrus would just overwhelm her again and get her to debase herself even further, to perform even more deviant acts.

"Uh... mmm..." Heather moaned. There was a presence at the edge of her consciousness, a sudden download of information through her cyberlink. Her eyes widened at the data and the note attached at the end from Citrus. If she performed well, she would be allowed to be shunted to a unit with non-demo and non-sexual duties for the afternoon.

"M-my sex has been designed with several times the nerves of a natural skunk femme." Heather found herself saying, "Ah! As a result any sort of stimulation is greatly enhanced for me, and I've given the physical and mental capacity to prevent my being overwhelmed by it. As a result of the greater number of nerves, I have incredibly fine muscular control, which I do believe is what you wanted to experience?"

"Oh... oh yeah!" Summercat said with a grin, handpaws placed on Heather/Citrus' rump, thrusting into her at a slow pace, not wanting to bring himself to close to the edge before the demonstration.

A coy grin spread over Heather's face. "There's the simple clench/release motion. But that's so easy and plain. There's the simulated thrust..."

Heather felt her vaginal muscles respond to her desire, contracting around the feline's cockhead and seeming to flow downward, reaching the base, then moving up, widening to where their flesh no longer met as the contraction moved upward, making it feel as if he had pulled out completely, the process repeating, making it feel as if he had thrust back in.

"It can be done fast or slow, as can any of my little tricks. There's many variations but..."

"Ripple." the snow leopard interrupted.

Heather's grin widened, "Ah yes, our most famous and pleasurable technique. A single, small ring pulsing up and down your length..." she said, demonstrating at a medium speed. The slow experimentation felt good, but it left Heather hungry, ravenous, wanting more.

"Or two. Parallel courses..." two now, one only caressing the lower half of his cock, and the second gripping the upper, "Or overlapping."

Heather gasped softly as the two 'flows' met, sliding up and down the male's cock, crossing over one another.

"All the way. Full ripple." Summercat said through clenched teeth.

The skunkette nodded, and both cried out as Heather's sex seemed to erupt with sensation, the ripple effect being most pleasurable for a male partner, and by extension a Companion. The two began to pant, both felt their climaxes rapidly approaching. Both arched their backs and pressed against one another, growling as they climaxed.

Heather felt everything go all funny, she found herself awash in a sea of liquid pleasure. Faintly she recognized what it was. Sensory overload. It happened with linking sometimes, the mind of the linked individual not having the ability to process the data it was given at the proper rate. The human found herself floating pleasantly, all her senses giving her positive feedback. She rather liked this, and it wasn't a condition that would clear up quickly.

It would take a few hours for everything to filter in. When she 'woke up' she'd have a backlog of feedback, and she would remembering the experiences Citrus put her through, but she wouldn't have any sort of reaction to them, they would simply be there. Nothing more. Mmm... it was nice, but she preferred the real world. It was a wonderful escape from the forced experiences that she was being put through.

A little nagging voice popped up in the back of her head, one of her own. It reminded her that she hadn't exactly been forced into anything with Summercat. She had been given an opportunity to lessen her punishment, and had quite willingly had sex with the feline, and had enjoyed it even.

No, that... wasn't right, was it? She was the victim here! She had been forced into doing this, they would make her fuck even if she didn't want to do it herself. But she hadn't fought when she could have, rather than trying to flee, she had done as she was told, like a good little fuck toy.

The pleasure of her senses still remained, but Heather's mind was troubled. They... they had tricked her! She wouldn't fall for that again! The skunk had gotten her worked up and aroused, eager to scratch the itch in that evil part of her body... their body. Heather shouldn't think of it as her body. She was a lithe human with brown hair and a freckled complexion, not an oversexed half-animal.

But Citrus' body had felt better than her own. Well toned and muscled beyond anything Heather's furnace-like metabolism and and nervous energy would ever allow her to be. Not without spending a lot of time in the gym, and that would be vanity. That would be actively altering her natural appearance. Her genes had designed her to be thin and built like a gymnast.

Heather had liked the sensations of simply being Citrus. Feeling air currents brush over her fur, the feelings of tight, strong muscles in her digigrade legs as she walked, the way she instinctively swayed her hips from side to side as she walked, making her tail sway. The pleasant weight of breasts on her front, rather than the almost non-existent swellings Heather had in her own natural body.

She wanted to cry, but with the floating sensation of overload, she couldn't find the proper body parts to do so. The Leiaou were confusing her, they made her feel so good, they preyed on her insecurities, they tried to exploit the vile desires that she had from the corrupt part of her mind that wanted to see her dragged down into becoming a wicked, lustful, perverse creature. A creature who warped her body to match her warped mind.

But she liked it. She had enjoyed herself. She had felt pleasure and... and... and wanted more. They were sick, disgusting, sex crazed beasts, they were doing things to her mind, and they could all because Heather had a cyberlink. It was the only unnatural alteration to her body that had ever been done to her, she had needed it in order to be an operative, to be able to send and receive encrypted messages in utmost secrecy.

Even changes made with good intentions came back to haunt you. Heather was being punished for her crimes against her flesh and against her spirit. The damned cats were trying to control her and corrupt her with everything. But Heather wouldn't give up. She would resist and struggle and fight with all her might.

She felt better now, and let the pleasure of the sensory overload consume her, letting her consciousness float over it. Mmm... it was nice. Maybe she could trigger it again in the other three creatures she would be shackled to as her punishment? Yeah, she would do that, get herself off easy. That is if the cats actually let her go.

They probably planned to break her down, make her beg and plead to become one of them. To spend the rest of her life in disgusting debauchery. But Heather was strong, she was determined. She wouldn't let them pervert her soul. They could change her body and they could use their technical sorcery to fill her mind with revolting things, but as long as the core of her being fought on, Heather would never be truly defeated.

Yes... the Leiaou had put those fantasies in her head, the ones that made her aroused. They weren't her own thoughts. Heather was a pure and perfect person. And she was a human, a genetically pure, relatively unaltered human from pure human ancestry. Desires like being violated in public were definitely not something that came from her pure heart.

Now, if she could only figure out a way to deal with the Afterglow that would be present when she woke up...

-o-

Heather yawned and stretched, opening her eyes. Surprisingly there wasn't any sort of Afterglow sensation overwhelming her, nor were there are sensations of experience past when she had blacked out. She felt the pleasant sense of sexiness that accompanied being in Citrus' artificially created body. What she didn't feel, however, was any sense of Citrus herself. The mental choke chain that she felt, giving the skunkette the ability to yank physical control away from her human rider at any time, was gone.

"Welcome back, Heather." came a pleasant female voice from her side.

Heather turned her head to see a fox in a lab coat looking down at her, a smile on her muzzle.

"We had a bit of a problem with compatibility issues between Citrus and yourself. You see, she's one of our older demo models, and we thought we'd gotten all the upgrades done properly for her so you could link properly. There was an error with the sensory caps. Your brain isn't designed to handle the amount of sensory data that Citrus is, so you went into a bit of a pleasant overload from Citrus' climax. It won't happen again, we've fixed it. But as a result Citrus' cybermind has to be shut down. So rather than have you unconscious will Citrus fixes herself, she decided to let you have full run of her body." the vixen explained, Heather noticed she had strange eyes, one gray, and the other strangely split, half of it blue and the other green.

"So that means no more sex today, right?" Heather asked hopefully.

The vixen just smiled wider, "Oh you still have duties to perform, it's just that we can't let you cum until Citrus has fully updated her software. Though don't think of misbehaving, you're not capable of it. Demo model obedience programs have been switched on, which completely override all concious behavior. So while you may think about escape, you won't be able to leave the room if you have the slightest thought of it on your mind."

Heather nodded in reply. "It wouldn't do me any good anyway, you guys have my real body locked up somewhere. Without it you can just yank me right back here. And even if I did know where it was, my control of Citrus' body would end the moment I unplugged my unconcious self from the linking computers. It would be pointless to try."

The scientist chuckled and patted her head, scratching behind her ears. Heather felt her eyes half closing, and she purred with pleasure at the touch. "Good girl." the vixen said, "Now, unfortunately the two of you have slept through all Citrus appointments, which had to be given over to another individual, though Doctor Baine is more than happy to let Abby take up the slack at times like this. But that doesn't mean you've gotten off easy. Having to look at that beautiful, naked body all afternoon has me quite frustrated. I think that you should reward me for my troubles. Say, with a blowjob?"

The vixen stood, slipping out of hir pants, hir strangely wolfen member fully erect. Heather found herself strangely fascinated by another of the vixen's features, her four large breasts. The rider also found herself licking her lips and nodding, "As you wish, Mistress Kesarra." she found herself saying without her permission.

The vixen chuckled and slipped off hir lab coat and top, giving Heather a far better view of hir large breasts. The vixen seemed to be either re-engineered, or at least having one in hir family tree somewhere in recent generations, as Heather could see the fur of the right arm, normally black, was instead white, and just the one arm. Between that, the eyes, and the lupine cock. Seemingly random, unmirrored changes, oddities that were the result of genetic pollution but... somehow Heather thought they were kind of sexy.

A bit of a head shake to try and clear those thoughts from her head did nothing. Maybe it was Citrus' influence? After all, there was still some processing going on the the skunk's mind. There had to be in order for Heather to be able to control Citrus' body. It was probably stray thoughts and desires leaking over from being fully linked.

Kesarra climbed on top of the hospital bed, kneeling over Heather, who brought her muzzle to the vixen's cock, taking it in her mouth slowly, reluctantly. Her face was scrunched up, as if expecting a bad taste to accompany it. Heather actually found the taste rather pleasant, though she kept moving her head forward slowly, just waiting for her gag reflex to kick in.

Instead of a gag, she felt the feeling of soft fur against her snout, taking the vixen's cock all the way in without a problem. She felt the vixen take her ears in her handpaws, pulling head head back with gentle tugs. Heather found her hands moving upward, finding Kesarra's lower breasts, caressing them, running her thumbs over the nipples.

Something was wrong. Heather wasn't feeling the proper objections forming in her head against the act that ought to be happening. Maybe it was because this wasn't quite as drastic of a sexual act? Yeah, it wasn't anything gross like anal sex was, or something that was sacred, like normal sex. The result would just go right into her stomach and be removed from her body, just like food was. Yeah, this wasn't so bad.

Heather found herself purring louder, and found her tongue moving in a way that seemed almost instinctual, hard wired into Citrus' body. She heard the scientist gasp softly, arching hir back, thrusting hir cock forward. "Oh... good girl, Heather, very good girl."

The human rider smiled, glad she was doing a good job. The thing about this that she found the most objectionable was her caressing of Kesarra's breasts. It wasn't really a proper thing to do, but... they felt so nice, and made the vixen look so beautiful. Probably overcompensation for her own small chest, that given the opportunity Heather would have a bit of an attraction to someone else's rather big breasts. Especially since there were four of them.

There was definitely something wrong, she shouldn't be thinking like this. She shouldn't be attempting to rationalize why she was enjoying this. Oh God. She was! She was enjoying it! She actually liked doing this! And she couldn't help herself. She knew it was wrong, she knew that she shouldn't be doing it, but she couldn't bring herself to be angry at herself for doing it.

They had done something to her, done something while she was unconscious. They were messing with her mind more and more. It wasn't fair! She ought to be able to resist this, ought to be able to fight back. But she couldn't! They were making it so she enjoyed doing this things. She couldn't even call the act repulsive. She liked it. She liked giving head. No, no, no, no, no, oh!

Kesarra thrust hard into Heather's muzzle, a warm wetness suddenly gushing down onto Heather's chest, shortly followed by the presence of a hot, sticky goo in her mouth. Cum. It didn't taste bad at all, just kind of salty and thick. Heather found herself eagerly gulping it down, trying to coax out every last drop.

She felt kind of sad when the vixen pulled away, sighing pleasantly. "That was wonderful, Heather. A little hesitation at first, but you performed admirably."

The skunkette, for the moment anyway, blushed. "Thank you, Mistress. Can I do it again?" she asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

Kesarra laughed, "I wish you could, but I have work to do. You've behaved well, however. You have the rest of the night off, go back to your room and do whatever you like."

Heather nodded, getting one last look at the vixen's breasts before shi pulled hir shirt back on.

-o-

Out in the hallway Heather found herself blushing and looking down at her feet as she passed the occasional person in the hall. She was still completely naked, and had the vixen's juices dripping down her breasts and belly for all to see as well. It was embarrassing, but it also made Heather feel a little horny.

She was ashamed by her nakedness, but also found herself aroused by her shame, and ashamed by her arousal as well. She willed her legs to move faster, wanting to get herself out of the public eye. Thankfully she wasn't far from the room that Citrus shared with Strawberry. The door was unlocked and slid open at her touch, allowing her inside.

Heather quickly made her way to the bedroom, wanting to find something to wear. She knew instinctively where Citrus' clothes were, and how to get the pair of tight shorts on with the presence of a tail. The human couldn't bring herself to put a shirt on, however. She rather liked the breasts she had as Citrus. She liked looking down and seeing the large orbs on her chest. But she had to clean herself up.

Her hand went to her chest, her fingers gathering the sticky drips and droplets and bringing them to her mouth before Heather knew what happened. A sweet taste spread over her tongue.

"I thought I heard you come in." came a purring voice from behind her.

The skunk turned to see Strawberry, dressed in a pair of tight jeans and an equally tight t-shirt. The red and white furred feline hugged her, then crouched, her rough tongue lapping up Kesarra's fem-cum from Heather's fur.

"Mmm... and you brought me desert, how nice." Berry purred.

In a few moments Heather's fur was nice and clean, if a little wet still.

"Citrus? You okay?" Strawberry asked, standing up, looking her sister over.

"I'm Heather." the human rider said softly.

Berry's eyes widen and her facial fur fluffed in a blush, "Oh gosh! I'm sorry! I didn't know. I hope you're not mad at me?"

"For what?" Heather asked, a little bit puzzled.

"For licking you like that."

The skunk shook her head, "Oh, no, it's fine."

"You sure? I won't do things like that without permission."

"No, really. It's okay I..." Heather looked down at her feet, "I kind of liked it." she said, embarrassed and ashamed.

"Okay, now you're upset. I can tell. Want to talk about it?" the feline asked, head tilted to the side.

Heather nodded, and found her hand in Berry's. The cat lead her to the sofa, sitting her down and taking a seat next to her. The skunk found herself instinctively snuggling up against the feline, wrapping her arms around Berry's waist, resting her head on the feline's plentiful breasts.

"I think they did something to me, to make me more... like one of you." Heather said, "I woke up after recovering from sensory overload and I'm not thinking right. From the moment I woke up, I feel... wrong. I didn't feel anything with the doctor told me to suck her off, I didn't resist at all, or feel repulsed or disgusted or anything."

"I found myself drawn to her breasts, I wanted to... do things... to them. I put my hands on them when she didn't ask me, I did it on my own. And I... I enjoyed it. I enjoyed giving oral sex. And I don't feel bad about it at all, and that scares me. I got turned on in the hallway walking back. I... I like Citrus' breasts, and I can't bring myself to cover them up." Heather said, beginning to cry.

Strawberry stroked Heather's head as the human in the skunkette's body continued, "And this morning I found myself turned on by the thought of being fucked in public, having sex where everyone could see. The very thought of it made me feel so ashamed, and so horny. I think they put that in my head too."

The feline thought for a few moments before giving her reply. "Heather, I think it might be all you. The Leiaou laws won't let anyone here do anything to your head without your permission, so far as actually changing anything. What's going on here with you being linked to Citrus, myself, and the others may not be legal under human laws, but since this is a Leiaou government owned facility, our laws apply here. If somebody's been changing things in your head, then they're going to be in trouble."

Heather's eyes widened at the cat's words, "But I'm not at all like this. I wasn't this morning, not to this degree. It happened when I was floating around in sensory overload, or right after."

"I can network with Citrus, and through her link run a diagnostic scan on you, if you'd like."

Heather bit her lip, it might be a trick to let her open up and expose her to more corrupting influences. The human shivered, a wetness between her legs. She found herself wanting to be corrupted, a strange, perverse desire that felt like her own.

"Go ahead." she said softly, nothing to lose.

Berry nodded, shifting her tail around. "I had a linking cord installed in my tail." she explained, playing with the tip, moving the fur to reveal the skin, which parted to reveal the silvery metal of a cyberlink connector, slipping it into the port hidden behind Citrus/Heather's ear.

"Can I maybe... um... play with your breasts, Strawberry?" Heather asked, her tears tried up, suddenly realizing what her head was laying on.

The red cat chuckled, "Go right ahead, I won't complain." she said, slipping off her shirt, cradling the skunkette in her arms as Heather began to suckle.

"Now, let's see if anything is wrong with you..."

-o-

Heather purred softly as she nursed, enjoying it. She liked having something in her mouth, be it a cock or a nipple. Maybe she might get lucky and have a customer with cock-nipples? That would be fun. She found that she liked nursing a bit more than sucking cock, the steady stream of liquid was far more satisfying, especially when it tasted strongly of garden fresh strawberries.

A few minutes passed before Heather was pulled out of her pleasant semi-trance by Strawberry shaking her shoulder. "Your cyberlink, it's an illegal job, isn't it?" Berry asked.

Heather nodded, "Yeah, one of the Pure Bloods did it. The legal ones require a bunch of genetic alterations before they'll install it. I wouldn't let them do that to me."

"There's a reason why. It's to remove certain things that might happen as a reaction to certain types of information, or certain amounts. Most of the things would happen rarely, a certain susceptibility to them present in a family line. Remove the problematic genes, correct the flawed layout, and everything works fine. You never had it done. If you had, you wouldn't have had the problem. If Citrus had a sensory overload prevention system, it wouldn't have happened." Strawberry explained

"If it had been a pain overload, you would have become a masochist. If it had been on a free fall or a space dive or something, you'd have ended up a thrill-seeker type, and adrenaline junkie. But it happened during climax. You essentially had the receptors in your mind for sex blown all the way open. The data had nowhere else to go to trigger proper stimulus so it went to other places in your mind that stored similar information, and opened those up as well. You've essentially had most of your sexual inhibitions burned out."

Heather thought about it for a moment, "They're not going to come back, are they?"

The feline shook her head, "No, they're not."

"They didn't do it on purpose?"

"No, no way to tell. It's why they make the changes in everybody, because you can't tell if someone. It takes a long time for changes in the brain to take effect, which is why most people are given the modifications at birth, so when they get a cyberlink, like ninety-nine percent of people do, they'll have the changes complete by the time their brain is developed enough to take a cyberlink without personality degradation."

"It's so much cheaper just to do it legally, no one here would even think that you might not have had the modifications. You can't tell if a link is the real deal or not, they're the same devices and set up. The only way I could tell was the datalogs, your thought processes after didn't quite match up in a particular section. I had to go out on the cybernet and look up what it meant."

"Ah." Heather said simply, snuggling back up to the red and white feline.

"Are you going to be alright?" Strawberry asked, stroking Heather's back.

"I think so. I... feel better now. Kind of good, almost... happy that it happened. It's going to make my days here a lot easier to bear. I... I'm looking forward to it now. But don't tell anyone, please?"

Strawberry looked confused, "I suppose I can, but why do you want me to keep it a secret?"

"Because I don't want them to change things around so it's more like a punishment. I... I've got parts of my brain fried, I think that's punishment enough."

"So do I. You can count on my lips being sealed."

"Good." Heather purred, wrapping her arms around Strawberry's middle. "I do have one question though."

"Go ahead."

"Do you taste like strawberries... down there too?" Heather asked, a big grin on her face.

A matching one found its way on to Berry's, "I might. Why don't you find out for yourself?" she said, unzipping her pants.

Heather licked her lips, mmm... she was going to enjoy this.