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Having the whole house to herself was a rare treat for Elandra, but it wasn't so rare that she didn't know what to do with herself, when those opportunities arose.

Where others might hem and haw about what to do with their free time, often leading to the complete and utter waste of the same, Elandra was quick to reach under her bed and fish out a small, cardboard box, with only an old pillowcase to act as a cloth liner.

The contents within, after all, wouldn't do so well if they were brushing up against cardboard all the time, collecting smaller fibers onto their grippy surfaces.

"We'll start with you; always gotta start with you," she whispered to the first one, her feline muzzle kissing against the tip of the narrowed toy. The false, black flesh of the dildo blended in with the coat of her fur for just a moment, but before it could disappear into the softer fluff upon her chin, the warm, natural pink of her flesh graced the end of the toy with an eager, messy slurp. "So many girls underestimate the importance of a warmup, but...I'd never start without one."

Her legs were already spread, her panties were long since discarded, and a subtle glisten of feminine arousal told a story of petals that were already well-prepared for whatever she offered, but Elandra spent so much time alone with her body that she knew better than to trust such subtle moisture.

She'd be soaking wet with a little more practice and patience, and dipping the spit-covered tip of the toy down to her clit and applying just a hint of pressure brought a greater flood to life within her empty, eager passage.

"There...just a little pressure, b-back and forth...you might not be the biggest toy in my collection, but...f-fuck...you're the best at what you do, baby..."

Her relationship with her collection was better than most people could claim to share with their best friends: because she was honest about their utility, and affectionate to them for the same, she had a connection with pieces of silicone, rubber, plastic and glass that ran much deeper than the materials themselves.

She was perfectly fine with keeping just a couple of close, living friends, but the inanimate objects in the box were plentiful , both in function and appearance...and she'd already placed one of her suction-cup bases to the headboard, letting the impressive flesh dangle by the side of her cheek.

The fantasy was playing out at her pace, and reaching for the larger, thicker base of a canine-shaped toy was the next step that she'd been thinking about for weeks; at no fault of the manufacturer, the toy arrived when she didn't have much of a chance to experiment with it, but that day, she'd be all alone from sunrise to sunset...

...If she ended up falling asleep with a knot buried inside of her and a trail of her own spit dribbling back down her face and over her cheek, the only thing to worry about was how sore she'd be when she came to the following morning.

"There...f-feel how nice and wet you've made me?" she asked the smaller, thinner toy, bringing it to her lips once more and taking a proper taste of her own juices in the process...but this time, it wasn't a curious lick that graced the tip of the narrow, lengthy bullet.

She curled her tongue the best that she could, wrapping it around the whole tip and collecting her own liquid treasures; she wanted to feel her own spit working against the hood of her clit in slow, easy circles, and she'd need that little bit of extra help to relax herself.

The new toy was quite the monster: she could hardly capture the entirety of the shaft in her paw, and her digits were just able to touch around the widest point of the knot. It'd be the first one she'd ever taken, and though she had no point of comparison to make to a real one, she could feel how solid it was with a proper squeeze.

If she managed to take the whole thing inside of her tight, capable passage, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to get it back out...but she was delighted with the prospect of trying to clench down on the heft weight of the toy, wondering just how powerful her orgasm would be when she finally contended with a toy that she couldn't best.

Thus far, from the smallest vibrating bullet to the largest, equine-sized behemoth, she'd taken everything in her collection almost to the brim, and in her own mind, she'd gotten the better of the imaginary lovers attached to every single one...but the canine that was invading her thoughts carried a different presence about him, and the realistic color of the red and pink marbled flesh was already primed for the taking.

The kiss of heavy, tapered flesh against her eagerly pouted folds was enough to force a whimper from her, but Elandra had planned for every part of her fantasy, including the part where her ears were grabbed by the lover behind her shoulder...and the cock that was suctioned to the headboard filled in perfectly, as she turned and opened her maw around it, muffling her groans.

"Mnn...mmm! Mrrnnnm!"

Muffled though they were, she didn't have to hold back the proper volume of her praises: she was groaning aloud with everything she had, and that was before the first few inches of the new toy were pushing her folds apart and stretching them over the wider, thicker inches of the shaft to follow.

With the bullet tip against the hood of her clit and the switch on the back ever present, she was trying to time up the vibrations just right, and she wanted to see just how much of her new toy she could take without any extra assistance.

She was planning to get carried away; from the way that she bobbed her maw against the cock on the headboard, down to the pair of toys that she held against her womanhood with quiet desperation, and the fourth toy that she was planning to get to when she was done warming up on the plug in her tailhole, Elandra was going to utterly ravage herself before the day was over.

Just getting to the knot was her first roadblock, and she could already feel the toy becoming a bit too wide for her vaginal passage as she worked it in, slowly but surely. She learned the unique texture of the false flesh and clenched her inner muscles around the impressive girth as she worked, but her ace in the hole was still the tip of the bullet, rolling in smooth, delicate circles on the hood of her clit.

Tapping the end of that soaking toy to the proud, erect nub, she silently dared herself to turn on the vibrator; to tempt fate and see what her inner muscles would do when they were shocked into an uncontrolled reaction.

No point in rushing through it, but...that monster's already filling me up...already got another guy about to pump a load down my throat...why shouldn't I be able to join them?

None of the toys she had in play right then were actually capable of making a mess; she had others that were, but this was all in the realm of her imagination, and the only juices around were the messy drip of her spittle pouring down the underside of her chin, and plentiful moisture that flowed from her depths as she nudged the canine toy a little deeper, even then.

The eager feline couldn't help flicking her thumb over the back of the long, slender bullet, but she never would have anticipated what a delight it would be to feel the thick, fake cock within her pull further and further in.

Her muscles fought back, pushing the toy away from her body and working the tapered tip of the cock with near-orgasmic spasms, but her palm pushed up against the base, forcing it further and further back in until she needed both paws to get the job done.

She knew the bullet vibe wouldn't stay in place, and she didn't care: moaning wildly around her mouthful and bucking that false cock as deep into her maw as she could, Elandra nearly choked herself on the rubbery flesh, trying to keep pace with her imaginary lovers...only to find that they were a little bit more than she could handle, when a final, deep push came to shove.

Oh...fuck.

The knot at the base of the canine length was a little too wider for her womanhood, at first, but sucking so deep on a tasty cock and leaving a pleasant vibration on the nub of her clit proved the needed combination to help her relax, and thanks to a plug in her asshole, she couldn't properly grip the larger shaft in the first place.

She was completely stuffed, even before the weight of the knot slipped up into her vaginal cavity and settled itself in place...even before the juices of her orgasm began spilling back over the base of the toy and around her quivering digits...

...Even before she heard the sound of the front door opening, and then quietly closing with a polite clack.

_Oh, fuck! _

Spitting out the length in her mouth and smacking it from the headboard with a nervous paw, Elandra was doing all she could to clean up the evidence. She threw the toy for the fabric lined box and made a lucky shot, but all the while, she was still thrashing on the bed, with only the flesh of her own tail to stuff her maw and keep her from crying out.

Fumbling around and struggling to climb to her feet, Elandra knew she was going to have mere seconds before whoever had arrived was up the stairs and at her door; she wouldn't have the chance to pull the plug from her ass, or the massive, knotted cock from her womanhood.

Seriously, who the hell is even here? She wondered, thinking of only a few people that could have come over that day...and most of them would have announced their presence or sent a text before coming over.

"Hello...? W-who...who's there?" she asked, the trembling of her body evident in the warble of her calling voice. "I...uh...I've got a gun in here!"

"No you don't, doorknob..."

She knew the tone of the voice immediately. " Jake ," she groaned, feeling relaxed to know that it wasn't a total stranger in the house, but she could only ease back so much.

Just because he was a good friend didn't mean that she was ready to entertain company, and her body continued to shudder as she killed her vibrator and kicked it into the box.

"Yeah! Thought I'd swing by and surprise you," he explained. "Your folks are out of town today, right?"

"Uh...u-uh huh! Sure are!" she replied with unnecessary vigor as she climbed down from the bed, finding her still-damp panties and yanking them into place. His footsteps were coming up the stairs as she yanked pajama bottoms into place, and his paw was on the door as she tugged on a t-shirt, never having a chance to cover the supple flesh of her breasts with a brassier. "How fortunate for me that you decided to come over..."

She slumped over the edge of her dresser and propped up her chin in an exaggerated pose as Jake came through her bedroom door.

His brow immediately cocked at her odd posture and lifted, flicking tail, but he still put on a smile as he closed the bedroom door behind her. "Needed someone to keep you company? All you had to do was gimme a call."

"Hardly necessary, when y-you...just d-decided to come over anyway," she answered, the aftershock of such a powerful orgasm creeping into her words. "Like you could read my mind or...or s-something!"

She was obviously flushed, but it came across as plain nerves.

Jake couldn't help being worried at her demeanor. "You sure you're feeling okay?" he asked. "Have a bad dream or something?"

"Oh, no! Had a wonderful dream, honestly," she admitted, as she tried to stand upright...only to buckle over again. "One of the best ever!"

She couldn't even stand straight without the knot moving around within her and pushing her toward another release...but when Jake came over and tried to help her with the best of intentions, she'd already dropped to her knees in front of him.

A soaking cascade of a squirted orgasm pushed down through her pajama pants and soaked her panties as she knelt there, and in the pocket of excess fabric, the tiger watched as the bottom of the knot was pushed out, making a bulge that eventually escaped her panties.

That bulge was pushing up against the slit in the front of her pajamas as her face burned , and her quivering, post-orgasmic figure slumped against the dresser.

"...Guess I should have called first, huh?"