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The chill fall wind drowns out the sugary pop radio song blasting from Tiffany's car speakers. Unless it's raining or snowing, the convertible roof always comes off when the fossa is behind the wheel. To which Sam has to grin and bear through it, hiding her limbs inside her favorite designer coat. For this weekend, the two were hitting the Square One shopping center in preparation for the fall season. Tiffany kept forgetting to buy herself some new proper Fall attire, to which Sam takes it upon herself to come along with her. Because left to the fossa's own devices, she would probably spend her funds on anything other than new clothes out of sure forgetfulness. Not to mention, there might be stores offering lucrative deals that Sam wants to keep an eye out for which motivates her to come along.

Upon finding parking and heading inside, Tiffany's tail excitedly frizzles out as shops from all corners try to lure customers in with enticing discounts. On several occasions, Sam would catch her friend standing outside of stores that have no relation to their errands, but provide captivating deals that try to lure her in.

Passing by an electronics store, Tiffany perks up, "Oh, let's check this one out! I could use a new charger for my phone!"

Sam continues walking, "We can after we get what we came here for."

Tiffany playfully pouts, "But Sam! They're having a really good sale today!"

She swiftly replies, "And it will still be there by the time we get back. Come along, you wouldn't want to miss out on that adorable coat you've been eyeing out for weeks now, would we?"

The fossa wiggles her tail excitedly, "Oh, you're right. Okay, wait up!"

She swiftly takes the lead as the two take their usual route to their favorite clothing store. Even Sam has some difficulties keeping up with her eccentric companion as her designer boots weren't exactly made for fast walking. Yet she doesn't always mind staying in the rear and letting Tiffany take the lead. Especially if it means getting a few subtle glimpses of her friend's adorable blonde fur butt underneath the fossa's short skirt.

Upon their arrival to their designated store, they explore inside and start gathering clothes that fit Tiffany's style. Sam is innately aware of her friend's specific tastes in fashion, finding the right pair of pants, blouses, and bras that would meet Tiffany's standards. The fossa even manages to snatch up the last coat in her size from the rack before the two head for the changing rooms. Even though it isn't necessary for the mare to be present in the same dressing room as Tiffany, lucky for her, Sam's friend doesn't mind the extra company.

The excited fossa always takes the opportunity to model in front of Sam with every article of clothing she tries on. Even if they weren't up to Sam's personal tastes, she appreciates the little poses and struts her friend makes when modeling for her. Not to mention, the mare's cheeks would always flare up whenever she catches an intimate sight of Tiffany's body. To the fossa though, she is blissfully unaware of the primal desires brewing from her friend whenever changing in and out of clothes. With about half of the clothing fitting her body, the two neatly fold up the rest for the staff to take care of before purchasing the rest.

In all, Tiffany walks out with two large shopping bags while Sam carries a small one for her. Upon leaving the store, Sam does her due diligence by scanning over the paper receipt. She finds that her friend has been accidentally overcharged for a piece of clothing and finds it in the small bag.

Stopping Tiffany from straying too far, Sam stops her, "Hey, wait up! Something off with the receipt."

The fossa cocks her head, "How so?"

Sam points to it, "Looks like they've double charged you for something and you overpaid for it. I'm going to get you a refund so hand me your bags."

Tiffany tilts her head, "You sure we should go back? It's only just a few extra dollars."

Sam nods, "Of course, can't let others rip you off. Even if it's a mistake, they'll have to fix it. So, stay out here and don't wander off. I'll handle it, alright!"

Tiffany excitedly nods her head, "Okay!"

Sam heads back to the store and gets the attention of one of the store clerks. She politely but firmly asks for a refund for being overcharged, showing the paper receipt and the clothing inside the bags. To the mare's relief, the employees recognize the mishap and begin to process the refund. While her friend had used a card for the transaction, they were able to refund her via cash for quick immediacy. Sam gives a short thanks before leaving the store with bags in hand.

It quickly becomes apparent that Sam has strayed past the front entrance of the store. But within a few seconds of glancing around, she finds her friend just a mere few meters away, resting her backside against a nearby wall. A tense flash of anger rises from Sam upon seeing another man chatting up her friend. A large male ram stands before her, casually resting one arm against the wall as he leans towards the short fossa. While still out of earshot, Sam could assume from his body language and expression that he is trying his luck with her friend.

Tiffany doesn't seem to notice just how close the ram is standing in front of her, as if he is testing as to what extent he can get away with closing the gap. He even has the nerve to rub himself through his trousers while conversing with her. Sam releases a frustrated sigh through her nostrils, finding the ram's presence a nuisance. She gets ready to intervene and confront the man about his intentions for violating her friend's personal space. And yet, before Sam could walk up to confront the ram, something else catches her eye. A pair of women have reached them first and seem to directly address Tiffany.

A large black foot ferret woman and her impala companion stroll over to hug Tiffany tightly before engaging in casual conversation. The duo act as though they had just come across a long-lost friend and were catching up with the fossa. And every time the ram attempts to engage with Tiffany once more, the two women playfully shut him down before dragging the fossa off somewhere else. Whether they were genuine friends of Tiffany's or not, Sam innately understands the kind strangers' actions. With the ram now leaving in frustration, Sam does her best to catch up with the trio.

Upon seeing Sam walking up to them, Tiffany breaks away and explains, "Sam! I just made two new friends today! I haven't gotten their names yet but you should meet them!"

The larger ferret approaches first in a submissive manner, "Sorry, we didn't mean to steal her away from you, miss. My friend Josephine and I just got a little worried about her. I go by Emma by the way."

Shaking both of their hands respectively, Sam replies, "No, it's quite alright. My name is Sam and I was dealing with something else before I could get to her first. Thank you both for pulling my friend away from that disgusting pig."

Tiffany scratches her chin curiously, "He was a pig? I thought he was a ram?"

Addressing Sam first, Josephine replies, "It's no trouble. It's certainly a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The low bassy voice from the impala intrigues Sam, finding the voice soothing and captivating. Though she quickly snaps herself out of it and instead focuses on continuing the conversation in a respectful manner.

Sam asks, "Your accent, are you two American by any chance?"

Emma nods, "You are correct, we are here mainly for work but also partly for vacation. Ontario becomes so beautiful this time of year and we felt it was the right time to come."

The mare replies, "I see. What are your professions, if I may ask?"

Flashing a look to Josephine, Emma asks, "Oh, can we tell them? Maybe they can make it tonight!"

Josephine smirks, "You can if you like, but don't try to pressure them if they're unable to make it. Alright?"

Emma nods and turns to the other two women, "Okay so, Josephine and I are musicians doing a gig up at the Rex Hotel Bar tonight for a performance. Our duo group is called The Soul Collective and we are the main act!"

Josephine gives a playful glare, signaling Emma to reign in her pitch as the ferret continues, "If you're able to make it tonight, we'll be playing around 7:00 pm. But no pressure if you have other plans!"

Tiffany excitedly jumps in place, "Oh how exciting! Do you hear that, Sam! We're getting invited to a concert! Can we go tonight, please!"

Sam quickly checks her phone for the time and responds, "Well are you sure? The event is happening across town and it's in the opposite direction of your apartment. We would have to leave right now to put away your clothes before heading over. Are you okay with that?"

Tiffany swiftly nods her head, "Oh, yes, yes, yes, I can do that! In that case, we will be there!"

The taller fossa pulls Sam close in for a side hug before proudly smiling at the two. Emma seems to match her energy as Josephine lightly chuckles at the duo's dynamic. The regale impala reaches into her upscale purse before pulling out a card and handing it to Sam. The mare glances over the immaculate design promotional card, impressed by the font lettering that lists their social media handles.

Josephine responds, "We would be honored to host you if you can make it. The earlier you attend, the better. We shall reserve you both front row tables before the show starts. Hope to see you there."

Sam respectfully nods, "We'll do our best to arrive on time. Thank you for the opportunity. Come Tiffany, let's get your new clothes squared away!"

After giving a polite departing wave, Sam heads towards the parking lot with Tiffany's belongings. The eager fossa gives enthusiastic waves and shouts her goodbyes before joining up with Sam. Once they arrive at the apartment, Sam takes a seat on the couch and decides to study further into the group while Tiffany changes clothes. Judging from their social media feeds, Emma and Josephine's group were an offshoot of a much wider band known as Colors. And with further digging, it doesn't take long to stumble across both of the women's personal accounts.

Emma seems to be the eldest in the group and acts more as a motherly figure. Most of her posts mainly express musings about her favorite jazz composers and various coffee shops frequently visits. Something not out of the ordinary for such a mostly shy and reserved ferret woman. When it comes to Josephine's account, Sam becomes more intrigued with the posts. While nothing explicit, many of her posts often showcase her beautiful feminine figure. Josephine exhumes pure untamed confidence first and foremost, not using clothing and accessories to hide her figure but to highlight it in various aspects. When she passes over one photo of Josephine in erotica cosplay of Lieutenant Uhura, her heart becomes aflame with passion. She wonders how this woman could possibly be more perfect for her? The mare's cheeks were warm as the desire began to slowly grow.

Before losing herself further in Josephine's media feed, Sam stashes her phone away when Sam rushes back out into the living room. The fossa twirls around before standing in front of her friend, displaying her short-shorts and tight spaghetti strap tank top.

Tiffany smiles, "Alright, I'm all done Sam. Let's go!"

Sam gives a questionable glance before speaking, "Are you absolutely sure you want to go out looking like that?"

Tiffany tilts her head, "What do you mean? It's what I usually wear when we go out to see a show!"

Sam sits up, "But you have to consider the venue. We are going to a jazz club, so don't you think your outfit should be more upscale for something like that?"

Tiffany places a finger on her chin, "Well... unless they have a strict dress code then I don't really see the problem."

Sam sighs through her nostrils, "Are you absolutely sure you're fine with it?"

Tiffany twirls around, "It gives me the most flexibility and it's super adorable! Say, is everything alright with you? You're usually not this strict about my clothing choices."

She turns her head to avoid eye contact, "I just like to make a good first impression, that is all. It's not every day that both of us get treated for something like this."

Sitting beside her friend, the fossa smiles, "Aw, I do appreciate you looking out for me! But I don't think we have to worry about how we look. We're just there to have a little bit of fun. You shouldn't overthink things, Sam."

The mare chuckles, "It saved us plenty of times before, but I concede your point. Very well, then let's be on our way! We can still make it if we leave right now!"

Tiffany jumps in place on the couch, "Okay!"

The two women swiftly get into the fossa's beetle before venturing off into the open road. With the sun already setting, more people were sprawling out towards numerous city centers to enjoy the nightlife entertainment. Sam tries not to dwell too much on her friend's outfit, avoiding the desire to overly micromanage her friend. It wouldn't be the first-time other people have commented on her overbearing nature around Tiffany when they're together. Yet she finds a difficult balance of trying to be supportive of Tiffany without acting as an overly concerned motherly figure. Least of which, she doesn't want to act that way in front of two interesting and beautiful women such as Emma and Josephine.

Once the two find parking and arrive at the front, there is already a sizable crowd inside. From the onset, the establishment is a bit dingier than Sam originally thought. Not in the sense that it is cheaply made, but the building and design elements are reminiscent of the early 50's. Yet, when the duo makes their way inside, the building clearly has a more detailed history. Vast pictures of musicians, framed newspaper clippings, and vintage signs adorn every inch of the walls. While the building might not be upscale, Sam finds the clientele and atmosphere agreeable. The crowd is much younger and fashionable, having a small mix of older local Canadians and primarily composed of very young upper class New Yorkers'.

Every table seems to be occupied except for one, having the names of Sam and Tiffany on it. On stage, Emma is the first to spot them and emphatically waves to them. Tiffany responds in kind as the duo take their seats. From how tightly packed and small the establishment is, it becomes a little warmer for Sam's liking. She removes her coat and sets it on her lap, briefly envying Tiffany's position. Perhaps, the fossa isn't always clueless and, in this respect, is better situated than her. For now, Sam orders a few drinks to help cool herself off while waiting for the show to begin.

She appreciates the simplified but elegant stage outfit the ferret adorns herself. Tiffany manages to completely own the look of her green sleeveless turtle and burgundy skirt. Sam assumes the outfit has a more functional aspect to it, considering her role of being the drummer. Emma frantically checks over the gear, from the synth drum pad, synth kick drum, high hat, and snare drum. Next to her is an empty stool with a portable laptop and microphone presumably where Josephine plans to seat herself. Yet scanning around, Sam couldn't find the impala anywhere in the crowd.

Her search comes to an end when the lights dim to prepare for the show. The audience becomes quiet, with only whispers traveling through the air. A shadowy figure comes up on stage before sitting underneath the main light. Josephine's short dress shimmers underneath the stage light, eye-catching but not overly distracting to the mare's gaze. The outfit perfectly conforms to the impala's natural figure yet still remains flexible enough to reach for the mic stand and laptop. And with one head nod to Emma, the duo skips the introductions and begins their performance. With one tap of the laptop, a slow buildup of electronic synths rises before Emma follows it up with a beat drop. Without delay, Josephine leans close to the mic and soulfully sings.

Sam's ears perk up upon hearing the bassy silky voice, causing her fur to rise with excitement. And whenever Josephine's eyes happen to meet the mare's gaze, Sam sits on the edge of her seat and becomes more drawn into her. The immaculate impala makes it seem as though she is performing a private show just for her. It's only when a faster pace song with Emma's skillful drum beat does the mare snap out of her trance. The air transforms into a different beast, following the whims of the dynamic duo. There is no need for crowd work or introductions, as the audience become willing participants, being pulled into the duo's sonic soundscape. And midway through the show, the audience erupts in cheer as Josephine and Emma refresh themselves with drinks.

As Emma continues to nurse on bottles of water, Josephine speaks into the mic, "Thank you everyone for coming. We are the Soul Collective and we are so humbled to be performing for you all tonight. How are you all doing?"

After the audience erupts in cheers, she continues, "Glad to hear! Anyway, we will be starting up again soon! We are grateful to the owners for letting us perform tonight. And with that... let's continue on this journey together."

Josephine takes another long drink from a glass before glancing at Emma. When the ferret gives a thumbs up, the impala starts the next song as the lights dim once more. It is as though they never took a break as the duo keeps up the atmosphere from earlier in the show. Every song has a sensual undertone to it which excites Sam on every level. The lyrics weren't gratuitous, but rather words that could be believably spoken by an intimate partner. She could imagine Josephine saying those alluring words if the two were under the same covers. The idea of losing herself in the impala's beautiful figure causes a few strands of pre cum to stain her underwear.

By the time the show reaches its climatic conclusion, Sam takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down. She glances over at Tiffany to gauge for her reaction. To the mare's surprise, the music seems to have deeply touched her friend. The fossa cleans the tears away from the side of her muzzle with a napkin before blowing her nose. Her fluffy tail coils underneath the seat as she struggles to take deep breaths. Sam scoots closer and gently places a hand on her lap to console her friend.

She asks, "What's wrong?"

The fossa replies with a cracked voice, "Just... she couldn't go to Jupiter to be with her lover. How could she if she's still down here on earth?"

Sam sighs through her nose, "I... you know what, never mind. Did you at least enjoy the show?"

Tiffany chuckles through her tears, "Yeah, just wish it wasn't so sad. But I'm glad I still came! I hadn't had a good cry in a while so I needed that."

Just like Tiffany, she is able to quickly bounce back from the slump of her emotional state. While the performance has been a memorable one for the mare, she checks her phone to see if it's time to depart. It is still early in the night and with no other plans, Sam does desire spending more time with Emma and Josephine. And other than taking a few pictures and photographs, most of the patrons thankfully left the duo alone to pack up their belongings. When Josephine happens to glance at the pair in the front row, she motions Emma to wait for a moment before walking over. She clasps her hands together in a nervous fashion and stands before Sam's table with a warm smile.

Josephine smoothly says, "Thank you again for coming! Do you two have any other plans for tonight?"

Tiffany shakes her head, "I don't think so. But we haven't had any dinner yet so we'll probably find take out somewhere!"

The impala chuckles, "I see, well I did hear the meals are pretty affordable here. If you don't mind the options, you could join us at our table if you like?"

Sam politely interjects, "Oh, you don't need to pack up your gear and rest?"

Josephine shakes her head, "We are staying here for the night, it is a hotel after all. Just give us a few moments and we'll invite you to our table. Is that alright with the both of you?"

Sam shrugs her shoulders, "I think we'll be fine with that. Just let us know when you're ready. Thank you."

With a respectful nod, Josephine heads back to the stage to help pack up the rest of her gear. After mentioning the menu options, the fossa immediately grabs one of the menus and flips through the pages. Her mouth salivates at the options, all of which serve her carnivorous tastes. For now, the mare settles for drinks while her friend orders an appetizer to satiate her growing hunger. The mare watches from afar how Josephine and Emma pack up in an orderly fashion before leaving the stage empty. And within thirty minutes, the women return and take a seat near a large booth.

With the insistence from the duo, Tiffany and Sam move over to their table to be seated next to them. Sam has the foresight to position herself between Josephine and Tiffany, surrounding herself between two lovely ladies with Emma sitting next to the Fossa. In between meals and drinks, the women discuss how they felt their touring was going. Emma and Tiffany seem to get lost in the excitement of their conversations, letting Sam try to form conversational topics to engage Josephine in.

The table became a mosaic of champagne bottles and plates of food for everyone to enjoy. The musical duo liberally shares their spoils with their guests before letting themselves get lost in conversation. Yet whenever Sam tries to voice an intimate question, she finds the words getting stuck in her throat. Josephine's blue steel eyes would lock with hers and the mare simply would freeze up. She often retreats to her drink to help avoid making the mood awkward between them. Though after finishing her drink, Josephine decides to engage with her.

The impala asks, "What's on your mind? Feels like you're distracted by something."

Sam leans in close with a playful smile, "It's just not very often I get to talk to a beautiful woman like you. You are still very stunning and gorgeous!"

Josephine lightly chuckles, "Oh? Well, I very much appreciate the compliment. But you sure your date wouldn't mind getting flirty with me?"

After the impala points to the fossa, Sam lets out a laugh, "Oh, she isn't my date. We're good friends and she doesn't mind my exploration with other women."

Josephine grins, "Really? Are you sure she's alright with it though? Something tells me you like her for more than just being a friend. Especially how you look at her sometimes."

"Well... I do find her very charming and lovely to be around. But I don't know if I'll ever be ready for something like that. I'm mostly looking for more light hearted fun than a relationship, right now at least."

"Fair enough. Maybe it's none of my business to speculate, but I just want to make sure I don't get between you two. Because, I do enjoy your company, Sam. And I love to have our night end on a high note."

Josephine scoots herself closer, letting her right leg softly nudge against the mare's. Sam reaches out to gently glide her hand long the impala's lap, softly chuckling. The two couldn't help but laugh amongst themselves, getting used to showing intimacy with one another. Taking a chance, Sam finds the opportunity to lean close and kiss her cheek. Josephine's long ears flutter along the sides as her pink nose turns a bright shade of red. Yet, she reciprocates by kissing her lips and adds a few of her own tongue flourishes.

A soft playful coo escapes from Tiffany's lips, taking notice of the two's displays. Her face is flushed with a red complexion, serving more of an indication of drunkenness than embarrassment. It's not long before Emma suggests the women should relax in their hotel room and nurse on some water to sober up. Sam and Tiffany accept the proposal, eagerly following close behind and clinging to the women like school children.

Upon arriving at the double bed hotel room, Sam and Josephine rest on one side as the other two relax on the other bed. The eager ferret already starts rubbing Tiffany's shoulders, letting the fossa relax against her. A small tingle of envy crawls up Sam's neck, having to sit and watch the ferret confidently explore her friend's beautiful body. Tiffany fully rests her backside against the ferret, letting the other woman's hands sink deep into her soft fur coat.

Sam loudly sighs, "Ah, you give pretty great massages, Emma."

She smirks and kisses the side of her neck, "I've had plenty of practice."

The fossa loudly giggles, unaware of Emma's advances as she clings to her tightly. A flash of jealousy strikes Sam's face, watching just how effortlessly Emma ensnaring her friend in some deep intimacy. However, her mind becomes focused on something else when she feels Josephine's hands lightly stroking against her left leg.

Leaning in to whisper, Josephine suggests, "How about we have our own little fun if you're in the mood?"

To the impala's surprise, she feels Sam suddenly push her over before looming on top of the other woman. Her curious hands begin gliding along Josephine's body, sparing no inch.

Sam smirks, "I thought you would never ask."

Her hands already snake underneath Josephine's dress, gently gliding the fingers along the impala's camel toe. Despite having the thin underwear fabric in the way, her skillful hands still manage to find a way to stimulate the impala's clitoris. Sam's neck fur stands on its end upon hearing her date's soft moans. Josephine has no trouble submitting to the mare's advances, moving her hips upwards towards her fingers as if begging for more. Within less than a minute, the two swiftly toss aside their clothing to allow better access to each other's bodies before continuing.

Even with Tiffany's playful giggling in the background, it didn't distract Sam from having her fun. Her heart rattles inside her chest upon laying on top of Josephine's backside as the impala lays on her stomach. One hand slides underneath the impala's plump breasts while the other teasingly dances along the outer edges of her vulva. She could feel Josephine shutter from underneath, her outer walls becoming warm and slick with pre cum. When Sam manages to slide two fingers inside her date, the impala becomes more vocal.

Everything about Josephine just seems so hyper alluring for the mare. Whether it is her natural scent, the warm lush fur coat, or the beautiful deep moans coming from Josephine, Sam is hard pressed to find a favorite feature about her. With her lap gently nudging against the impala's soft rear, she continues to actively stroke her fingers along the edges of Josephine's G-spot. The feeling of the impala's warm walls tightly spasming along her fingers is an addictive sensation. She rests her head along Josephine's shoulder, hoping to speed up her date's multiple orgasm. The sooner Josephine is satisfied, the more likely Sam will get to indulge in her fun. Though just as the impala reaches her fourth mental climax, Josephine carefully cocks her head back to face Sam.

She huffs, "Slow down a bit, need to catch my breath."

Sam gently slides out, "Everything alright? Was I hurting you?"

Josephine coos, "No... not at all. You're amazing. Just don't want our session to end so soon. I love to return the favor!"

The impala reaches back to glide her hands along Sam's body, hinting at her desire to explore her date.

Josephine continues, "Mind laying on your back for me? I like to do something."

Acting out of sheer politeness, Sam follows her direction and carefully rolls over onto her backside. She stares up, watching her date carefully sit between her legs before lifting them up. The mare's nostrils flare as a nervous tingle trickles down her cheeks. She normally prefers to take the lead when it comes to physical intimacy, and having an older and more mature woman tower over her makes her heart beat anxiously. Sam's entire face burns brightly as her legs are softly spread open, revealing all of her.

The impala asks, "Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit... hesitant about this?"

Sam sighs through her nose, "Sorry. I... I always like being more on top when it comes to stuff like this."

Softly stroking her legs, Josephine nods, "I see... would you like for me to stop? I was going to have a taste, but changing positions won't be a problem for me if you like that?"

Sam thinks for a moment, weighing her options as to whether or not the position would be a problem. Her eyes briefly flash at the girls on the other bed, judging to see how her friend is holding up. Emma seems to be having the time of her life, letting the fossa lay on top of her while her hands playfully fingers Tiffany. The ferret softly kisses her as the two enjoy the small intimate moment together. Not wanting to break the flow and feel left out, Sam decides to take a chance and give up some control.

Looking back at Josephine, she gives a firm head nod, "I'm alright, we don't need to change positions. Just don't be super rough down there, okay?"

Josephine chuckles, "Don't worry, I plan to treat you right. Just relax and I'll take care of you."

Josephine leans down to leave a small lingering kiss on her date's lips. Sam's eyes widen at the display, her fingers death grips the bed sheets as a warm flush floods her body. Josephine doesn't let up on the kissing, letting her lips and tongue travel down the mare's body. When her head finally reaches between the mare's legs, a large soft tongue begins gliding along her outer walls. Sam huffs and pants, attempting yet failing to not move away from the tongue as an intense shiver tear throughout her entire body. As if working on its own, her hips carefully nudge against Josephine's face, inviting her tongue to explore her very depths.

Even with her legs being held open, there were no longer any reservations left in Sam's mind. An intense orgasm slowly builds up within minutes as Josephine's tongue manages to glide along the perfect spots. Eventually, it becomes unavoidable as her vision begins to blur. Releasing her grip on the bed sheets, Sam uses both hands to hold the back of Josephine's head as her orgasm finally reaches its climax. The stimulation for her is mainly mental, as a mind-numbing chill radiates from her head down to her feet as she rides it out. At most, Josephine could feel those firm vaginal walls tightly squeeze along her tongue before relaxing once more. With Sam fully resting her head onto one side of a pillow, Josephine breaks away from the mare's walls with a playful kiss before resting alongside her

When Sam opens her eyes, she is taken aback by Josephine's beauty as the two-lay side by side. Josephine casually rests her hand on the mare's hips, sliding her hand along her date's figure. Without another word spoken, she leans in to kiss her forehead once more before resting her head. Meeting those captivating blue eyes, Sam simply becomes locked in a deep gaze. She briefly fantasizes about what life would be like to intimately date a woman like Josephine? Yet, the more she starts to fantasize, a small cling of guilt spreads in the back of her mind whenever she hears her fossa friend behind her.

She always holds her friend in high regard, yet the thought of being with her never truly strikes her as something to be desired. For now, Sam tries to push aside the mixed feelings and check to see how the fossa is holding up. Turning her head slightly, Sam could see Tiffany softly panting and laying on her side as Emma tightly spoons her. The two seem to have finished up around the same time and were taking a break on the bed.

Tiffany looks over to her friend and speaks, "Did you have fun too?"

Sam nods, "Yeah... it was amazing. Say, Josephine. Would it be alright if we use your shower?"

Josephine replies, "Of course, and there should be some spare towels as well. Take your time, there's no rush."

As Tiffany slides out of the bed to stretch, Sam departs with a small kiss on the impala's forehead before making her way to the bathroom. The two scuttles inside the slightly cozy glass shower, washing away the sweat, pre cum, and foreign fur that clings to each other's bodies. Sam takes the opportunity to wash her friend's figure, letting her hands glide along the familiar shape. Yet, her mind still lingers with thought as to what life would be life with Tiffany or with someone like Josephine. She ponders to herself quietly as to what would be the best long-term decision for her?

Though before becoming lost in thought, Tiffany chirps up, "Thank you so much for today, Sam. I had such an amazing day thanks to you! I hope you had a great time!"

Smiling, Sam tightly wraps both arms around the fossa's and rests her head against Tiffany's backside. Her hands smoothly glide along the fossa's waist, bringing their bodies closer together as the warm steam blankets both women.

Clinging tightly, Sam simply replies, "I did. And I couldn't have done it without you!