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"Flynn, did you reinstall the motor's isolators?"

"The what now?"

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Stella: sorry, traffics a huge bitch right now, i dont think ill be able to make it

Me: Are you kidding right now? im gonna die on this thing, you were gonna ride with me!

Stella: youll be fine you big baby, just do those breathing exercises we do at yogs

Stella: yoga*

Me: Ok yeah fine ill try i guess...

Stella: its just a short ride, theres like just the one hill and then you go back lol i picked it cause its so short and i didnt want you passing out or some shit

Me: Yeah yeah

Cassie shoved her phone back into her pants pocket and slumped back into the seat, rubbing the deep wrinkles in her brow.

There you go again, Cassie.

The red panda's chest heaved as she drew in a deep breath and glanced sideways at the empty seat next to her.

Just because you're afraid of heights doesn't mean you should let your best friend talk you into getting on a fucking roller coaster.

Cassie sighed and laid her head back, her finger pads massaging her snout.

Goddammit!

She scowled and glanced down at the train's floor. The steel diamond plate was cold against her black, leathery soles. Cassie propped an ankle on her knee, but of course, that still left one foot on the ground. Pursing her lips, she put her feet flat against the car's safety grill that was at ankle height and grabbed hold with her toes.

Wonder when they're gonna start this fucking thing.

She turned back and craned her neck past the headrest. Way at the back, the attendant was still helping an unruly, fussy child with their harness in the last car. She let out an exasperated grunt and yanked her phone out--nothing but radio silence from Stella.

Of course. Guess she ain't coming. Whatever.

Cassie was in the first car. In front of her at the level of her groin was a rounded wedge that kept her legs parted. To its sides were two handrails. She reached over and grasped them, the thick, black skin of her palms squeaking against the stainless steel.

Shit. That's cold.

Past the shaded inside of the station, the track continued nearly as far as her eyes could see before it shot up straight into the clear blue sky to the lift hill, its top obscured by the station's ceiling. Cassie sat back, her hands balling up into loose fists as she crossed her arms.

Yeah, fuck it. I'm doing this. With or without her ass.

With a dejected sigh that had hints of anger at her friend as well as anxiety, she leaned her head back against the head cushion. She glanced up and saw her harness, pointing up like a jet fighter's open canopy. The red panda closed her eyes. The smell of cotton candy, the distant cries of infants on other rides and the light sting of cold metal against her feet all faded as she zoned out.

CLUNK!

She snapped out of her reverie with a start--her torso was encased in the bars of the over-the-shoulder harness.

"Afternoon, miss." He clicked the second buckle into place. "Sorry to startle you."

"Oh, goodness!" The wedge was shoved up against her crotch. She pushed against the metal bars with her feet, but the spherical piece of rubber wouldn't budge.

"Safety precautions, miss," said the attendant. "When I lock you into the harness, it comes forward to help keep you strapped in."

"Well, I suppose." Cassie probed the foam rubber of her harness; it yielded under her black palms. "I just wish I kinda had some space, you know."

"You'll be fine." The attendant tapped her knee and motioned towards her feet. "I'll need you to put your tootsies back on the floor, though, miss."

She made a face but complied. I thought this was supposed to be fun, she thought, the cold metal annoying the bottoms of her feet again.

"Besides," continued the amusement park employee in a chirpy tone, "you'll be enjoying yourself so much you'll barely notice any of it!"

"I'm sure of it," muttered Cassie with a roll of her eyes, turning away from the canine attendant, crossing her arms behind the harness bars.

"What's that?"

"Oh, nothing," she said, turning to him and flashing him a frozen smile.

"All right, well, anyway," he said, tapping her forearm, "remember what I told you before when I clipped your ticket." He leaned on the side of the headrest with his elbow, his lanyard dangling in front of her snout. "Keep your arms and legs inside the car at all times."

"OK." Cassie blew out a few short breaths. "I'll try." She tried to get comfortable and placed her hind paws on the sloped metal surface under her seat--it was even colder than the textured floor.

"The ride will start in about a minute." The dog padded away, and as he reached the stairs that led back to the ticket checker booth, he turned back around. "Safety first!" He disappeared behind the metal platform with a couple of trots down the stairs.

"Uhm, sure!" She felt silly, having only answered after his head vanished from view. Cassie's mouth was dry. She cleared her throat and swallowed saliva. Squirming against the backrest, she realized that the smooth wedge pushed firmly into the crotch of her slim fit black jeans wasn't going anywhere.

Just chill out. Do you realize how rare accidents are?

Her heart throbbed slower against her eardrums, and her clammy skin began to cool off as she eased into the artificial leather of her seat.

Keep your shit together.

As she'd psyched herself into a more serene state of mind, she licked her lips and grabbed hold of the handrails.

There you go. Nothing to be afr--OH!

Underneath her seat, the electric motor that would drive the whole train whirred to life. The new guys in charge of maintenance, however, kind of botched it. The off-center motor quivered and shook, without mechanical isolation, against the external chassis of the car. Only whatever touched the outer frame of the car could dampen any errant vibrations.

To Cassie's palms on the handrails, the shaking was like a tingling tremor. But on her crotch, it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.

Holy FUCK!

The train's wheels squealed against the metal rails, a high-pitched siren signaling the ride's start. Both sounds would usually startle Cassie, but her unwelcome, building arousal drowned out anything and everything. The anxiety and dread vanished without a trace as the jackhammer pulsing against her clit forced a moan of pure feminine pleasure out of her, her noggin slamming back into the headrest.

"Damn," said the male of the couple sitting two cars behind her. "Uh, looks like she enjoys roller coasters, huh?" His wife scowled at his sheepish expression and crossed her arms under her harness.

God, YES!

As the first car emerged from the loading platform, Cassie's claws sank into the angled metal platform under her feet, the soft steel yielding to the brunt of her pleasure. Her face sparkled in the sun, and her nipples quivered beneath her cotton bras and black tank top. Her whiskers twitched as another exhale of ecstasy was wrenched out of her, the lesser panda's torso arching into her harness as much as it physically could.

Cassie, like quite a few young women, was more than familiar with the powerful orgasms a wall-powered vibrator could knock out. She spent many a night succumbing to earth-shattering climax after earth-shattering climax, vibrating her nub to countless multiple orgasms--she was blessed with a lack of obnoxious post-orgasmic hypersensitivity. Her massager back home, the Cadillac of such personal devices, could pound her knob to toe-curling oblivion.

Her vibrator, however, lovingly tucked away in a bedside table drawer with its extension cord wrapped around it, paled in comparison to the result of the maintenance gaffe. The misbehaved industrial-strength electric motor, of course, knocked her cute toy out of the ballpark. "Oh, God, yes!" she cried out as the train began to climb the steep hill, the machinery beneath her whirring at an even faster pace, Cassie's yell of impending climax drowned out by the droning engine and other random amusement park sounds.

The red panda's legs shot out from under her, stiff as a board, her coarse, dark soles slamming into the safety grill.

Oh, FUCK! I'm c--

Now halfway up the incline, Cassie's eyes shot open, pupils completely dilated despite the blistering glare of the midsummer sun. She squealed and, throwing all caution to the wind, with open hands, thrust her arms out to her sides, the warm breeze tickling her palms, her back still curved against the restraints in overpowering pleasure. The area around all of the track, from start to finish was clear; even if the lankiest passenger extended his arms and legs out of their car, they'd be completely safe--Cassie, however, had no way of knowing this, and she was even warned as a safety precaution to keep her limbs inside the car. Safety and rules be damned. This was going to be the most epic, monumental orgasm of her life.

Shit, I'm cum--

A couple of feet away from the precipice of the lift hill, the motor gurgled away at an ever-increasing pace. For its intended usage of hauling about five tons of metal, plastic, leather, screaming kids, whiny adolescents, and adults, the machine's intensity was normal. But as sexual stimulation? Cassie swore her damn clit was about to melt off from the brutality of the vibrations. Her toes squeezed the grill till the metal deformed under her newfound, preorgasmic strength.

Oh, FUUUUUUCK!

The odor of amusement park corn dogs, popcorn and cotton candy intermixed with the waft of her own sex as the cars came to a standstill at the top of the hill. Cassie hyperventilated, seconds away from the sweet, searing explosion of ecstasy. She grunted hoarsely, her cute head shivering, hands balling up into tight fists. Her palms, though rough and leathery, barely managed to keep her claws from sinking in from the white-knuckle, sheer brute force.

I'M CUMMING!

As the train began its descent down the other side of the hill, Cassie crossed the point of no return. Her body went stiff. Her brows furrowed, eyes clamped shut, and the red panda's mouth contorted into an O-shape. Right as the orgasmic nuclear warhead was about to go off deep in her soul, right before that first burst of crushing pleasure, the rug was pulled out from under her--the electric motor shut down, letting the cars plummet down the track due to gravity.

NO! WHAT THE FUCK?!

All that buildup, all the back arching, and all that toe twisting had gone to waste as she yowled and screamed, rubbing her numbed clit frantically against the spherical wedge, her pussy throbbing away incessantly and horribly in the throes of ruined orgasm. Her pitiful, pleading cries mingled with the shouts of glee of the passengers behind her, burying her pain in adrenaline-fueled happiness.

Up to an extent, Cassie was familiar with ruined orgasms ... just not her own. Vigorous fucking with a boyfriend, only to get carried away during the height of her own climax and end up pushing him out as he started ejaculating. Or getting surprised with a string of cum flying towards her face during a handjob--he was mad at her for two whole days for letting go and completely killing his orgasm. She never thought it was that big of a deal. Until today. The rush of being at the mercy of gravity made her stomach float, and each wretched, unfulfilled cramp felt like her snatch was dying.

God. Damn. FUCK. CUNT.

Cassie cursed mentally with each wasted pulsation, cringing and grimacing as the wind blew in her face, her torso shuddering with each contraction that cruelly refused to burst into gratification, the intense sunlight now a prickle on her furry face. The air roared past her ears as the thrumming, deafening rush of blood faded. Tears streaked her cheeks from the pleasure that had been callously snatched away from her at the worst possible moment. Could just be the wind--probably a bit of both.

Oh, my God, oh, my God, ...

Her whiskers fluttered chaotically as the train approached the end of the drop, her ruined orgasm reduced to an annoying, rhythmic tingle that ping-ponged between her pussy and her womb. The lesser panda's nostrils flared as she pulled her gnarled paws off the car's safety grill. Her toes and the bottoms of her feet ached something horrible.

Ugh. Hope that isn't gonna leave a mark.

She stretched and curled her footpaws, the funny pushing against her tummy leveling off as the last of the tingles of her harshly interrupted climax evanesced. Cassie looked to her side, rubbing her palms with the pads of her thumbs. There was the merry-go-round. And the hot dog stand. She was at street level. As the red panda rubbed her soles against the diamond plate floor, it became dark. She looked up with wide eyes; the train was coming to a halt in the unloading platform.

Cassie sighed, her sweaty back squeaking against the rough seat material as familiar footsteps approached.

"Hey."

The amusement park attendant from before padded towards the first car.

"I was watching you from down here." The keys hanging from his neck jangled as he reached over and disengaged the lock. "I guess you sorta missed the part where I said, 'Safety first,' huh?" He smiled at her wryly and swung the harness off her.

"Oh!" Cassie yelped in surprise as the rubber ball retracted, exposing her damp, pussy juice-soaked groin. She pursed her lips and turned to the attendant. "I fucking hate roller coasters," she said, shaking her head and wiping the sweat off her brow.