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The forest always brought Amanda home. Dewdrops fell from wind-shaken treetops, baptizing the top of her head and falling on the expanse of fern, moss, and earth. Virgin soil crunched underfoot as she delicately stepped over a colony of mushrooms growing from the dead carcass of a felled tree. The forest was always a place of belonging, a spot of earth that rejected nothing from her, and offered everything of itself.

Emma, who found no such romance, slumped against a mossy tree as she groped for the water bottle in her backpack.

"Tired already? We're less than half a mile from the overlook!" Amanda said, the serval leaning on an improvised walking stick.

"Look, I don't get out as often as you do," Emma grabbed a bit of flab over her shirt, squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger, "the pudge doesn't lie, and frankly I like the pudge!"

"We can get you some tater tots on the way back if you're that worried."

Emma picked up a small pinecone and threw it at her girlfriend. "Hey! Rude." The tigress pulled herself onto her feet, wiping the dirt off her rear, "you know I prefer garlic fries."

"Tots are a Washington tradition. That and the breast-presso drive throughs."

"I can't believe you made me go to one of those."

"Best. Dare. Ever." Amanda pulled her compass out of her cargo pants. They had gone off the trail a few minutes ago, at the serval's insistence.

"You sure we're not lost?"

"Ye of little faith. The southern half of Deception pass isn't even that big, you walk long enough you'll either fall into the Sound or hit a road. I've been here lots of times. Trust me--you go off the trails, it's worth it."

Amanda ducked under a tree branch, bare footpads darting across the earth.

"It's cute to see you like this, in your element." Emma said.

Amanda stuck out her tongue and grabbed her crotch suggestively in response.

"What is it with the woods getting you all worked up?"

"Hey, I got a long history with the woods." Amanda said, her eyes unfocused as she returned to a distant past. "I had some of my first experiences out in nature. That was years before I transitioned. It was one of the few places I could get away from my family, meet other guys, and well..." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Now it's sort of trained into me. What's the word?"

"Pavlovian response." Emma said.

"Yah! That! But for fucking."

The serval was right about the dimensions of Deception Pass--it was only a few more minutes before the wet soil turned into sandy stones and the ground fell away into the Puget Sound. Emma swatted an errant bramble of blackberry bushes out of her way and stumbled onto the shore, the view stopping her in her tracks.

Deep, verdant hills rose and fell from the sparkling blue waters of the Sound, rolling all the way past the cloudy horizon. Little houses dotted the landscape, trees threatening to swallow all signs of civilization. Far in the distance, a white mountaintop cut into the clouds and reached above the forest.

"Woah."

"Told you I was right." Amanda said, jamming her walking stick into the ground and crossing her arms.

"Is that Olympia?"

Amanda shook her head. "We're facing east, that's Rainer."

For uncounted minutes the two stood in silence, the gentle sloshing of water upon the shore their only company. Emma took her girlfriend's water bottle for herself, water running down her tank top as she drank before stopping abruptly.

"As nice as this is, I really need to pee."

The serval turned her head, eyebrow raised. The corners of her mouth curled into a smile. "That so?"

Emma idly danced in place. "I can tell where you're going with this."

"The nearest bathroom is...about a mile away, unless you want to swim." That mischievous smile grew.

Amanda raised an eyebrow, the nonverbal signal representing a proposal that was quickly introduced, voted on and approved by an eager committee of two. Amanda squeezed her thighs together, a bulge growing in her cargo shorts.

"Come on." Amanda scurried back into the forest, leaving her walking stick behind; Emma quickly followed behind her, unbuttoning the top button of her jeans to relieve the pressure on her bladder. Amanda jumped over another felled tree, stopping in a comfortable dirt clearing.

"Here? Really? We're a couple seconds from the shore!"

"Trust me, we're fine!" Amanda said, unzipping her pants and rubbing on the growing bulge in her lacey underwear.

"I've never done this out in the wild, and no, your backyard doesn't count." Amanda quickly pulled down her pants.

"I mean, nature is one big bathroom, if you think about it..." The serval's voice trailed off into a playful growl. The tigress squatted down on the ground, pulling aside her panties as her girlfriend got down beside her and ran her paw through the dark forest of the tigress's pubic hair. The serval dipped her agile fingers between Emma's labia, gently teasing her girlfriend's folds.

"Go on..." The serval said, growling as she nibbled on the tigress's short, spotted ears.

"Ah! You're getting me worked up." The tigress mewled desperately, squirming under her girlfriend's eager touch.

"I know." Amanda cupped her hand between her girlfriend's legs, and she felt Emma relax as warm liquid filled her paw. She withdrew her hand from under her, holding it up to her muzzle as she lapped at the warm, pungent liquid. It was salty, mildly musky, but otherwise tasteless--the result of diligent hydration.

"You're such a perv." Emma said with a smile as she emptied her bladder onto the dirt, the stream hitting the ground with a distinctive puttering that always made Amanda's head rush.

"You're an enabler." Amanda said breathlessly as she pulled Emma's pants farther down, the feline dipping her muzzle down between her girlfriend's legs, her nose pressed to her pubic bone as she drank deeply, nuzzling the soaked panties out of the way.

Emma sucked in air between her teeth, her paws instinctively reaching to the serval's head, pushing her between her legs. Amanda said nothing, only lapping as the liquid ran down her muzzle and soaked the front of her T-shirt. With one paw holding Emma's thighs apart, the other freed her straining erection, hips already thrusting.

Emma's paw drifted upwards under her shirt to squeeze idly at her breast. The stream turned into a trickle, and then ended. Amanda gasped for air, her tongue lapping at the wet fur of her girlfriend's vulva. She finally came up for air. "Figured I should clean you up while I was down there."

Emma rumbled and pulled her girlfriend into a sloppy kiss. "The piss really blends into that coat of yours."

"And people say the ears are the best part of being a serval." Amanda said, still panting as she ran the back of her hand across her wet muzzle.

Emma pulled off her jacket and put it on the ground as an improvised blanket before she fell onto her side and curled her knees up to her stomach, reaching a hand down to spread herself for Amanda.

"Oh, so now you don't mind being outdoors?"

"You started it." Emma spread her legs as much as she could with her pants around her ankles, fingers dipping between her folds before drawing her hand up, leaving a trail of wetness along her inner thigh.

Amanda scootched forward, her hips pressing urgently into the soft fur between the tigress's thighs. Emma lifted up her shirt and bra, her breasts spilling out into the nippy winter air. The Puget Sound in winter was just cold enough to feel like proper winter, but never freezing enough to feel hostile; the sense of exposure, of open air meeting fur on the most intimate parts of her body made Emma's heart beat under her breast.

Amanda bent over her and gasped quietly between clenched teeth as her erection slipped smoothly into her lover's welcoming body. Emma made a wordless noise of approval and grabbed the scruff on the back of the serval's neck, pulling her close until she felt hot breath on her chest. Her free paw dove between her legs, fingers pressing into her clitoris.

Her thrusts were slow, deliberate yet forceful--the watersports had worked her into a frenzy.

"It's a lot more romantic out here, don't you think?" Amanda said, her words broken up by quiet, breathy moans as she withdrew from each thrust.

"It would be better with a mattress."

Emma started to meet her partner's thrusts with short, needy pushes of her own, her back arching over her crumpled-up jacket. She mouthed the word soon, which Amanda understood from experience.

"Don't pull out."

"I know." Amanda's eyes clenched shut, her breathing unsteady.

Years of HRT had rendered Amanda infertile, but the meaning behind the demand remained the same, it was a conveyance of trust, an affirmation of the intimacy that comes with unrestrained fluid bonding. It was a demand Amanda never failed to heed.

The sounds of their rutting mixed with the chirping of birds and the gentle cadence of the shore just yards away, wet, quick thrusting and the occasional gentle mewl. Amanda, ever doting, struggled to hold herself back, each gentle thrust pushing her closer to the precipice, Emma's fingers brushing against the root of her penis as the tigress eagerly pushed herself towards that same edge. She felt Emma's body tense up under her, her back arching as a striped paw moved up the curves of breast; to Amanda the body language was unmistakable, more expressive than any word. She made two quick thrusts, and then pushed herself in to the hilt.

Emma let out a yelp that sent a flock of chickadees from their tree, Amanda felt her lover's body pulse and contract around her erection, the sensation pushed her over the edge, her arms wrapped tightly around the tigress as the waves of their orgasm crashed over them together.

For another minute the two of them laid on the forest floor, exhausted. Amanda pulled out quickly, the tigress squirming as soft barbs brushed against her sensitive, tingling body. She held her penis in her hand, pressing the tip against the dense, dark pubic hair that ran from Emma's lower stomach to the base of her tail.

Emma recognized the motion. "Do you need to..."

"Yah."

"Wait. Hold on."

Emma scooted downward and grabbed the servals unbuttoned pants. She took her girlfriend's flaccid penis into her muzzle, tasting her own musky fluids on her tongue. She looked up at her, making a motion with her eyebrows. Go on.

The serval didn't hesitate, and after a few awkward seconds where her full bladder and resurging arousal fought amongst themselves, the right parts relaxed and Emma started to drink, her muzzle filled until her cheeks started to bulge. The taste was salty, more pungent than her own, making her gag reflex struggle through the first few gulps. After that, her practice kicked in, none spilling from her mouth before she pulled away, the last second of the stream soaking her neck and spilling down between her pulled-up shirt to stain the soft, white fur between her breasts. The scent, overpowering in its musk, sent another surge of need radiating through her chest. That little renewed kernel of desire would have to wait, as rain pattered gently on the treetops.

The tigress grabbed her girlfriend's arms and pulled herself up, brushing the dirt from her back before pulling her pants up. The front of her shirt was soaked.

"I always think you look better wet." Amanda was still panting as she pulled up her pants.

Emma didn't bother to put on her jacket, which was covered in dirt. She fruitlessly tried to squeeze some of the piss from the front of her shirt, but her bra was just as wet. "I never thought I'd say this, but thank god for the rain. Makes the stains less suspicious." Amanda leaned forward and planted a soft, wet kiss on her girlfriend's lips as she finished speaking.

Amanda looked up, holding Emma in her arms. It was a light drizzle, at least for now. "Can't say the same for the smell." She slung her backpack around her shoulder and started towards the trail heading north. She handed Emma her water bottle. "Gotta stay hydrated, we have around half an hour before we hit the car."

Emma took the bottle. "You're planning something, aren't you?"

"Well, you're gonna take your clothes off when you get home anyway. I figure..."

"Mhm." Emma suspected the afternoon would be an eventful one, and the sensation of her girlfriend's mark cooling on her chest would keep her occupied--and distracted--until they got home.

"I'm gonna be way too exhausted to cook when we get home. Any delivery tickling your fancy?" Amanda said as she found the dirt trail that led to the parking lot.

"Tater tots?"