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Thea's Big Date

By: Theo Winter

"I don't want to get up," Felicia said with a pout, sprawling out on the couch and resting her head in my lap. I could understand how she felt. It was a cold and rainy Friday evening, cold enough to be annoying, but warm enough to make a fire counterproductive. That was really too bad. I always enjoyed cuddling up with my girlfriend in front of a nice fire.

"It's not as if I can get up either," I replied, motioning with one hand to how she was lying on top of me, my legs pinned under her body. My other hand was gently scratching her right between her ears.

She let out an exaggerated huff, but didn't do anything to get up.

I gently ran my fingers over the curves of her ears, which brought a soft purr from deep in her chest. "If we want to watch a movie, one of us is going to have to get up and turn everything on. I can't do it, as I have a lap full of kitty."

Felicia seemed to ponder that for a few seconds, then shook her head. "Too much work. Staying here," she declared, then rolled over and buried her face against my belly, her purring growing deeper.

All I could do was laugh and scratch the back of her head. She pressed in a bit closer as I did so, her paws kneading at the couch by my hips. My other hand drifted down to give her full ass a quick squeeze, which brought a muffled yelp from her.

Sadly, before anything could get more interesting, the doorbell rang.

My girlfriend sat up with a grunt, pushing her hair out of her face. "Great, perfect timing. Are you expecting anyone?"

I shook my head as I stood up, my legs a bit tingly from having her on them, but it was nothing I couldn't deal with. "No, how about you?"

"Nope," she replied.

"Hopefully it will be something quick," I said as I walked down the stairs to the front door. On a night like this there wasn't any good reason to just drop by for a visit, so maybe it was one of the neighbors.

When I pulled open the door I was surprised to see Clark standing on the other side, a large umbrella resting on his shoulder and keeping off the worst of the rain. The wolf was dressed in a perfectly tailored dark blue suit that contrasted with his gray fur. The only other splash of color was the dark red bow tie he had around his neck.

It wasn't uncommon to see him dressed up like this, but not so much at my front door.

"What's the occasion?" I asked, motioning for him to come inside.

The wolf chuckled and stepped through the door, skillfully tilting his umbrella back and closing it at the same time. "I was hoping I could get your help."

"Dressed like that?" Felicia asked as she followed me down the stairs.

"I have a party I need to go to tonight. It was sprung on me at the last moment, and I couldn't get out it."

She let out a soft whistle. "Must be an important party to get that dressed up for."

He grimaced a little, his ears sinking down into his short-cut hair. "It's some fundraiser my grandparents donate to, they got called away on business, so I need to fill in for them."

I nodded as I walked back up the stairs with his. His grandparents had a nine-figure bank account, some of which had gone to him a few years back. The downside was that, sometimes, he had to go to those sort of events. The poor--well not poor in a financial sense--wolf was still uncomfortable with having so much money, and mostly didn't do a thing with it.

"So, why are you stopping by then?" I asked as we got to the top of the steps.

"Well, with it being so last minute, I didn't have the chance to arrange for a date, so I was hoping..." he paused for a moment, his eyes flicking up to mine then away from me. It was pretty clear what he was asking. He had been lusting after Felicia for as long as we had know him--more so than he did for everyone else. While at times it could be a bit annoying, he knew how to keep it in check. It mostly was now just a bit of a way to tease each other, though it was fun to let him live out his fantasy of winning her from me now and then.

I shrugged and glanced over at Felicia. "Your call, hon," I said.

That made him chuckle. "Oh no, I'm not here to ask Felicia to come with me," he said, a familiar smirk starting to dance on his lips. "You see, I've cultivated a reputation for the class of women I take to these sort of events, and she is simply not the right type."

My girlfriend and I shared a quick look. "And what type is that?" she asked.

"Airheaded bimbos," he replied, rocking back a bit on his heels. "I like watching the stuffed shirts react to them, while trying to keep their cool to stay on my grandparents' good side... and there are also some nice perks in it for me as well. Now, I think we can both agree that no one would ever call Felicia a bimbo. You on the other hand..." he paused, letting it just his words hang there between us.

I got what he was saying. The Bimbo Gloss really did a number on me when I wore it. It was fun every now and then, but I wasn't really sure this was the right time. I had wanted to spend a nice quiet weekend with Felicia, which we never got to do as often as we would have liked. I was about to say that to him, only to find Felicia shaking her head.

"What?" I asked.

"Theo," she said, leaning in and placing her hands on my shoulders. "I want lots of pictures."

Well, I guess that settled that. "So... where is this party?"

"Santa Barbara," Clark replied. "If we leave now, we should only be about half-an-hour late."

I wasn't sure what I was expecting-- perhaps someplace in downtown or in the fancier parts of the east side. "Santa Barbara, as in California? That's like a three-hour flight!"

"Closer to two, actually. My grandparent's plane is waiting for us at the airport. We leave at 7, get there a little bit after 9, and it takes half-an-hour to get to the party. I'm planning to come back tomorrow afternoon, unless you want to make a full weekend out of it. I already have a dress for you, so all you will need is your magic items."

"Take the whole weekend," Felicia said, patting me on the shoulder before rushing up the stairs, phone already in her hand. She vanished down the hallway towards the master bedroom.

I motioned for Clark to wait for me as I followed her to the bedroom. Felicia had already set out some of my magic trinkets on the bed, along with her travel makeup bag and some underwear. She was digging through the closet for something, her tail swishing happily.

"You seem more eager than me," I said with a smile, tempted to try and catch the tip of her tail.

She nodded, pulling out a small pink dress and throwing it onto the bed, following it with some lacy lingerie. "It sounds like it would be fun, and I know you haven't gotten a chance to be a lioness for a while," she said, moving back to the dresser and pulling out some shirts, a couple pairs of yoga pants, and a bikini.

A moment later she paused to look at her phone, her smile spreading as her tail flicked even faster.

I knew that look. "So, already planning to go clubbing with Brandi this weekend?"

"Even better," she said with a smile. "Eliza just showed up at her place, so it's going to be a fun night." With that, she pulled an overnight bag from under the bed and started putting all the items in it, which was a surprise, as the pink dress was more her style then mine.

"I guess I'll see you Sunday, then," I said, reaching out to pull her up against me and giving her a firm kiss on the lips.

She returned the kiss, her tongue teasing at my lips for a few moments before she broke away. "Take your time, and have fun," she said with a wink, then handed me the overnight bag.

I slung it over my shoulder and gave her a smile. "Same to you," I replied, giving her one last kiss then goosing her as we broke part. Turning around, I headed back towards the living room.

Clark was stilling waiting at the top of the stairs. I took a moment to grab my jacket and pulled it over my shoulders as I walked down the steps. He hurried quickly down in front of me, opening the door and putting out the umbrella into the rain. "Ladies first," he said.

"I'm not a lady yet," I replied, giving the wolf a bit of a smile as I walked past him. His old beat-up station wagon was parked in the driveway, looking completely out of sorts with how well he was currently dressed.

Opening the door, I dropped into the passenger's seat as Clark got into the other side, making sure to stay under the umbrella the whole time.

"This is going to be a crazy night," I said.

"Yes, but it should at least be fun," he replied as he started the car and pulled back onto the road.

* * *

There were a number of perks to flying on a private jet from a small local airport. One of them was not having to deal with the hassle of security or the TSA. When we arrived, the jet was waiting for us on the tarmac with the engines running and the air stairs down. All we had to do was climb onboard and settle down. Ten minutes later, we were in the air and climbing up through the thick clouds.

It was the first time I had been in a private jet, and the inside was pretty much exactly how I had imagined it would look from the movies. The whole place was richly furnished, with a number of plush chairs and a matching couch, a television on one wall, a small wet bar and even a bedroom tucked in the back with a large bed.

Clark was sitting in the chair closest to the wet bar, looking a bit green as we climbed over the clouds and rain. He had said before that he wasn't a fan of flying, but I had never gotten to see it firsthand before.

"So, where's this dress you have for me?" I asked. I was seated in the chair behind his, and hoped that the question would distract him a bit from the bumpy climb.

He motioned back to the couch where a clothing bag was lying, just out of reach from my seat. A pair of black platform stilettos was sitting next it, looking a bit higher than I was used to. I glanced back to him to see whether he would say anything else, but he just had his eyes closed and was digging his fingers into the arms of the chair.

Picking up my overnight bag from my feet, I set in on my lap and opened it up. I pushed the clothing around a bit, happy to see that there was a set of lacy black panties that would go well with the shoes. My collection of magical toys had fallen into the bottom of the bag, and I started fishing them back up one at a time. The first one I opened was a small earring case. Inside sat a simple pair of golden hoop earrings, looking perfectly normal, if a little on the cheap side.

Carefully, I took out my normal stud earrings and put them into the box, replacing them with the gold hoops. They felt weird, pulling down at my ears as they swayed around my head with every move I made. Even weirder was the slight shifting of my clothing as I put the second one in. I took a moment to adjust my shirt, pleased to see that it was fitting much better now.

"Shouldn't those go on last?" Clark asked, it looked like he still had his eyes closed, but apparently he could see.

"Nope, they make sure my clothing fits no matter what I'm wearing," I said, putting the box away and pulling out a pink crystal perfume bottle. It looked like it was an antique, with fancy cut glass and a sprayer with a little squeeze thing on the end of a small hose. I took a deep breath, checked my watch for the time, then spritzed myself with two quick sprays. It didn't smell like anything at all, as if it was filled with plain water, but I could feel the tiny droplets landing on my fur and whiskers.

A moment later, without any fanfare, my whole body changed as I shifted from a lion to a lioness.

I closed my eyes, taking a moment to refocus myself. This was hardly a new experience for me, but it was always a momentary shock to have the change happen so fast. I took few moments just mentally feeling my way over my body, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be. I always looked pretty good as a female. My slight chubbiness redistributed into a nice set of curves, giving me a large set of breasts and a jiggling ass. I was hardly a supermodel, but I looked more than nice enough.

Putting the perfume bottle away, I readjusted myself in the seat. Between the extra padding in my ass and adding a couple inches of thigh I found that that seatbelt was sitting uncomfortable across my hips. I adjusted it until I was comfortable again, and then leaned back in the chair. Thanks to the earrings, my t-shirt and jeans were now both women's cut, and hugged tightly to my figure.

"I didn't think it would be so fast," Clark said, his eyes a bit open. We had finally gotten over the clouds and the worse of the turbulence, so he was looking a bit better.

I just gave him a smile as I reached up and pushed my long hair back over my shoulders. "It's one of my oldest transformation toys, so it takes hold pretty quickly now. I'll turn back in 24 hours unless I take another dose," I said, stretching my arms over my head, feeling the way my breasts pulled tightly against my shirt. It wasn't something I did by accident, as I knew he would appreciate the view. That, and it just felt good to do.

From the look in Clark's eyes I could tell he received it as intended.

"You want to try it sometime? I bet you would look fantastic with a rack," I teased, chuckling a bit as he blushed and flinched.

"No, no... I'm fine as I am," he replied.

A moment later, there was a soft ping as the seatbelt light turned off. Clark was instantly out of his seat and at the wet bar, making himself a drink.

I followed after him, taking it a little bit slower to get used to my changed center of gravity. While it wasn't rare for me to swap genders, it always threw me off at first. The fact that I was on an airplane didn't help matters.

When I got to the bar, Clark handed me a drink. "Gin and Tonic," he explained, sipping on a tumbler of whiskey. He looked far calmer now than when the plane had taken off.

I sipped at the drink, taking a few moments to get used to the taste. Oddly enough, alcohol was one of the things that was noticeable different when I was a woman. It was hard to put my finger on exactly why, but something had changed with the taste.

After a few moments I gently set my drink down on the bar. "So, should I get changed first, or would you rather have me get all bimboed up now?"

He didn't even have to think about it. He just shot me a smile. "Go for it now," he said.

I nodded and went back to my bag, pulling out the tube of lip gloss. It didn't have an official label on it, just a bit of tape stuck to it with 'Bimbo Gloss' written in Sharpie. I had gotten it a few years back by accident at a thrift shop, a very lucky find. I gave it a firm shake and then twisted open the cap, though I didn't remove the applicator. Instead, I sat back down in my chair and crossed my legs, allowing Clark to get a nice look. "I'm going to go for a light dose tonight, so it won't be instantaneous."

"And how do I turn you back?"

"Well... I'll turn back if I go about a day without the lip gloss, but that is a lot harder to do then you would think. It's kind of addicting when you're changed, and it's hard to choose to change back. The best way is to tell me to 'come back to Theo.' That should trigger the counter spell," I told him. The counter spell was something I had added after the first couple of times I used the gloss and got stuck for days.

He nodded and took another sip of his drink as the plane bounced slightly. "Got it," he said.

Giving him a smile, I pulled out the applicator. The nearly transparent lip gloss was twinkling under the lights in the plane, almost seeming to have glitter mixed in. I gently scraped off the majority of it on the edge of the container, making sure there was just enough to kick off the changes.

With well-practiced ease, I lifted the tip of the applicator to my lips, pressing them together to make sure I had good coverage. The moment the gloss made contact with my lips, I could feel them starting to tingle, the changes already taking hold and causing my lips to plump up.

I leaned back in the chair as I carefully closed the tube of lip gloss, licking my lips. The glass had a slight hint of bubblegum to it, which made me giggle. That brought a chuckle from Clark, who was watching me with a familiar grin. His drink was in one hand, while his other had dropped down into his lap and was slowly rubbing his crotch.

A shiver ran through my body as the changes started in earnest. I could feel my weight starting to shift around, any extra bit of fat on my body moving down to fill out my hips and ass even as my pelvis widened a little bit more, lifting me up in the seat. At the same time my hair was starting to grow lighter, the familiar black turning into a dusky blond. Bangs had already fallen down over my face and brushed over the edge of my glasses.

Stretching out, I smiled back at my friend, my eyes starting to trace over his body. He cut quite the figure in his suit. It was easy to see why all the ladies liked him--and most of the guys too. He had a firm body, though not too hard. He also had a rather nice ass, curvy with a bit of extra hip to him... though it wasn't as nice as mine. He sat with confidence, watching me with his legs slightly parted. That pulled his pants tight over his crotch--a bonus for me.

With a soft giggle, I reached up and brushed a few strands of hair back around my ears. The hair had gotten thick and full, moving in waves every time I turned my head. I could feel it hanging all the way down my back to the base of my tail. My fur was also starting to take on a soft golden hue.

"You're looking lovely," he said.

I blushed a bit at that, but also smiled a little in return. A moment later, there was a warm pinching around my waist, pulling it in tighter by another inch or two, which helped emphasize my tits. The extra mass went right to my chest, and made them even larger, causing them to rise up under my shirt and pulling the fabric tight over my nipples. I couldn't help but shiver as they became rock-hard, swelling as well.

My eyes turned back to his crotch as my tits kept growing, which was just the most wonderful feeling ever. By now the outline of his cock was clear against the fabric. I knew from past experience that he was well-hung, but the way his pants pulled over it made it look even larger.

I started to squirm in my seat from just how good it all felt. I think that was the best part of becoming a bimbo--well, one of the best parts, they were all 'best parts.' I felt so good, like I was fucking on a cloud! My clothing was hugging tightly to my body and leaving nothing to the imagination, and Clark was just drinking it all in. I lifted my arms above my head one more time, which made my shirt rise up, showing off my flat stomach and cute belly button, which now sported its very own ring.

Suddenly, Clark reached down and undid his belt, letting the ends flop over his hips. Slowly, he brought his hand down to grab the end of the zipper, then smirked at me as he slowly started to pull it down, one hook at a time. I could feel my heart in my throat as his fly slowly parted, revealing more of his bulging briefs with each passing moment.

I leaned forward and licked my lips, my eyes locked on his crotch.

"So, you want this?" he asked.

All I could do was nod, my hair swaying around my head and across my glasses. My eyes never moved away from the object of my desire. I wanted it like a fish wanted air... or was that water? Either way, I just wanted it!

Lifting his ass, he grabbed his pants and pushed them off of his hips, leaving him in his red silk briefs. He was straining against the fabric, rock hard and already leaking a little bit of pre.

"Now... what do you say?" he asked, rubbing a hand over his shaft.

I looked up at him for a moment, blinking a bit as I tried to think about what he meant. "Um... can I please see your cock?" I asked, my voice having risen in pitch and becoming a bit breathy.

He laughed and smirked at me. "You're kind of dumb, aren't you?"

All could do was nod as my eyes returned to his straining briefs.

Clark chuckled and leaned back in his chair, hooking a thumb under the elastic waistband of his underwear. "Then get out of those drab clothes and get over here," he ordered.

I leapt to my feet, my breast jiggling from the motion, and looked down at myself. He was totally right. My clothing was all super blah. True, my skinny jeans hugged my hips and ass like a second skin, but they were still just jeans. My shirt at least showed off my navel and tits, but it was still just a blank t-shirt. Sure, if I were going to be spending the day hanging out at the mall, it might work, but right now it was just... ugh.

Without another thought, I pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it onto the floor, letting out a purr as my breasts fell and bounced against my chest. I had to stop and watch them sway, then wiggled my shoulders to make them shake even more. Giggling to myself, I cupped them in my hands, starting to tease my fat nipples with my thumbs. They were soooo sensitive, sending a wave of pleasure down my body as a soft moan escaped my lips.

"Thea," Clark said.

I blinked and looked at him, my hands squeezing my tits again. "Oh, right, I'm still dressed," I said, looking down my at my jeans. Or, I would have, if my rack weren't in the way.

The wolf nodded.

Reluctantly, I pulled my hands away from my tits and moved down to my jeans. I undid the belt and the buttons above the crotch and over the base of my tail before slowly pushing them down over my wide hips. I had to wiggle to get the jeans off, the fabric not wanting to let go of my ass (and who could blame it?). Just getting out of them felt good, and it felt even better once I was able to push them off and kick them away. The very last thing I had on were my panties, ugly high-cut things that didn't work on my body at all. I got them off as fast as I possibly could.

"Very nice," Clark said as he took another sip of his drink. "Show me everything," he added, spinning his finger around in the air.

With a smile, I slowly turned in place, letting him take in every inch of my fantastic body. It was hard to keep my hands off myself, 'cause I really wanted to tease my tits and frig myself silly. But, with Clark there I had to pay attention to him and his cock.

He leaned back and finished his drink, setting the empty glass on the bar. He spread his legs wide, his briefs now soaked with his own precum, which made the fabric cling to his shaft. He motioned for me to come to him.

I sauntered over to him, swaying my hips with each step and trying not to let on just how eager I was. When I got close to him, he reached out and grabbed my arm, then gave me a smile as he bent me over until we were eye-to-eye. A second later, he gave me a kiss, pressing his lips against mine, his tongue forcing its way between my thick lips and into my mouth. His hand moved down to grab my ass, squeezing it firmly, his fingers pressing against the firm flesh.

A moment later he broke the kiss. "You taste sweet," he said with a smile as he let go of me. Finally, he reached down and grabbed his briefs, pulling them down in one quick move, his cock jumping free. It was rock-hard, jutting upright, large and proud. He was very well-hung, and his shaft was dark-red and already starting to show hints of his knot at the base. "Now, you can suck my cock," he said.

"Yay!" I squealed, as I dropped down onto my knees between his legs. Grasping the base of his cock, I gave it a squeeze, feeling his knot against my fingers. My other hand reached down to grope at his heavy balls, teasing them in his sack with the very tips of my fingers. I shot him one last smile before I lowered my head and ran my tongue across the pointed head. His pre was musty and thick, while his cock was a mixture of so many wonderful flavors.

I swirled my tongue over the head, starting from the tip and teasing all around it to get it nice and wet. I glanced up at Clark as I did so, looking at him through my bangs as I wrapped my tongue around the head and pulled it into my muzzle, squeezing my lips around the girth of it. Slowly, I sank my head, letting his cock slide back until its head rubbed against the back of my throat as I kissed his crotch.

He reached down and stroked his hands through my hair and the curves of my ears before placing them on the back of my head. Not hard enough to hold me in place, but enough to encourage me to keep going.

One hand kept rubbing and teasing at his balls as the other cupped around the base of his shaft, allowing me to pull against his swelling knot--something all lupines loved. I started to bob my head, allowing his shaft to slide almost completely out of my mouth before being slurped back in. Each time my head dropped, I could feel the pointed tip battering the back of my throat, making me glad that I didn't have a gag reflex.

"Oh, Thea," he moaned, groping the back of my head, pulling me back down every time my head rose.

I pulled my hand against his knot, giving it a nice squeeze as well every time my head slide back up. I lapped and teased my tongue all along his length as it slid in and out, trying to lick a different point every time he thrust into my mouth. I could feel all the bumps and veins on his cock, each one causing him to make a different sound when I teased it.

The wolf was rocking in his seat, his hips coming off the chair as he thrust against me, his hands on my head forcing me down even faster. He wasn't quite ready to cum just yet, but I could feel that he was getting closer... that, and his knot was getting huge against my hand.

Squeezing the back of his impressive knot, I pulled against it as my other hand slid away from his balls to grab his hip, using it to balance myself as I started working him with every ounce of lust that I had. In moments, he started whining with each thrust, growing louder each time.

Throwing his head back, Clark let out a howl as he started to cum, but he didn't shove my head down as I'd hoped. Instead, he pushed my back with his foot, forcing his cock to pop out of my mouth right as a load of cum blasted from the tip. It splattered over my face and glasses, soaking into my fur. A second blast jetted out a moment later, this one going higher and spraying all over my hair. He must have really been pent-up, as he shot one last load. This time, I was able to open my mouth and let it splash down onto my tongue.

With a contented sigh, I closed my mouth, taking a moment to savor the strong taste of his sperm, which was a bit sweet, with a hint of his musk mixed in with it. Not bad, all things considered. I pulled my hand away from his knot, still bulging at the base of his shaft.

"That was nice," I said with a low purr, reaching up to run my hands through my hair, smearing the cum all over it.

"You're very good," he said with a smile, reaching down to run his hand over my head. Then pulling it back, he started to lick his own cum clean from it. I always thought that was hot to see. "There's a sink in the bedroom. Go get cleaned up, and we'll get you dressed for the party."

I smiled and got to my feet, "Okay!" I walked towards the back of the plane, my tail swishing from side to side with each step. The fur on the inside of my legs were soaked with my own juices, and I'm sure I must have left a puddle on the floor. I hadn't even gotten off yet, but the night was still young.

Giggling to myself, I slipped into the small bedroom. It was already a fun trip, and it had only just started! I couldn't wait to get to the party.

* * *

The ride from the airport to the party was totally boring. We were in the back of a town car that Clark had called. Every time I got near him the driver snapped at us. It was stupid. Didn't he know how good road head was? I was tempted to show him firsthand, but Clark and I were in the back, and I couldn't climb over the seat to get to the driver.

Instead, I took a moment to pull out a small compact and check my makeup. I looked absolutely fantastic, if I did say so myself, and I did because it was totally true. My bright-red lipstick highlighted my pillowy lips, making them look like I was just begging for a blow job. There were hints of blush and eyeshadow as well, each one adding just a little bit to my look. I even had put on some nice perfume that hung around me--not too strong, but enough that everyone close to me could smell it.

I was wearing the skimpy little red dress that matched my lipstick. Clark had gotten it for me, and it came down just past my ass and hugged every curve of my body. It was such a tight fit that I had simply given up on trying to wear a bra under it, so my fat nipples were super easy to see against the fabric. The skyscraper heels went perfectly with the dress, adding at least six inches to my height, making me almost a match for the wolf. They also made my legs look fantastic while giving an extra jiggle to my ass every time I took a step.

I reached into my cleavage with claws that were painted a perfect shade of bright pink, and pulled out my lip gloss. I added an extra layer to my lips, making it nice and thick so it would keep my lipstick from smearing while giving them a nice wet look. Pressing my lips together, I gave them a lick, loving just how sweet they tasted.

Closing the lip gloss and compact, I pushed both of them back between my tits. Glancing over at Clark, I saw him looking back at me, lust burning in his grey eyes. With a smile, I reached over and placed my hand on his lap, giving him a slightly squeeze. He was already at half-mast just from watching me.

"We're almost there," he said.

"Oh," I replied, pouting a bit, but not taking my hand away.

He chuckled and reached down to squeeze my knee, only for the driver to snort at us, which being a bore of a boar, he did rather well. We pulled apart, much to my annoyance.

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of time for fun tonight," he said with a wink.

"You promise?" I asked.

"My dick certainly does," he said with a smirk.

I giggled at that and slowly licked my lips in anticipation. I couldn't wait to get him to properly fuck me. Hopefully I wouldn't have to wait too much longer!

A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of a fancy-looking restaurant. According to the sign, it was called elefante. Next to the entrance was a statue of--and this made me break into a giggle fit--an elephant peeing on an alligator. It was so silly that I wanted to get a selfie with it, but Clark made me leave my phone back on the plane.

Clark got out of the car first and came around to my side, opening the door for me. I swung my legs out of the car and took his hand so I could stand up. My dress was so short that, if I weren't wearing my thong, I would have given anyone watching a free pussy shot. Maybe next time.

I took a few steps away from the car, my heels clicking on the pavement as Clark closed the door and waved at the driver. After that he came back to me and slipped his arm around mine, giving me a smile. "Shall we join the party?"

"Yep!" I replied, my voice almost as bubbly as I felt.

He gave me a smile as we walked forward, a well-dressed mouse opening the door for us. The inside of the restaurant was even more fancy; everything looking super-expensive, from the crystal lights to the settings on the table and even the tablecloths. It was like having a spoonful of the richest, creamiest dessert ever. I couldn't help but stare a little as we walked in.

I wasn't the only one staring as we walked inside, as the maître d' never took his eyes off me. There was a look of lust and desire in his eyes as I walked past. I gave him a wink and a wiggle of my hips, the poor fox... squirrel--I wasn't sure what he was, other than cute. He blushed and held a menu low enough to cover his crotch.

Clark lead us around the tables to one near the front of the room that had his name on it. He pulled out a chair for me, motioning for me to sit down. I gave him a smile and brushed my short dress down as I settled down on the chair, the soft padding easily taking on the shape of my large ass.

He sat down next to me, pulling his chair up to the table. We weren't the only ones sitting there. There were two other couples, both of whom were staring at me with could only be called disappointment. They were all super-old, maybe even twice my age, and dressed in the most stiffest way possible.

"I see you have a new girlfriend," an older lynx said, her maturity having given her a nice rack that she needed to show off more. It was too bad that her face was marred with a scowl.

I giggled and gave her a smile. "Oh, I'm not his girlfriend, I'm just his date for tonight."

That brought a round of tutting from both of the other woman at the table, while their husbands snuck glances at me. I leaned forward slightly to give them a better view of my tits, smiling at both of them.

Clark ran a hand down my back. "Would you like a drink, Thea?"

I beamed at him. "That would be wonderful!" I said.

He nodded and rose back to his feet. "I'll be right back, and you play nice with them, okay?" he asked, rubbing the tops of my ears with the back of his hand, mussing my hair only slightly.

"Okay!" I replied.

With one look back at the other two couples, Clark slipped away. A few moments later, the lynx tutted again. The other woman, a slightly too thin goat just shook her head. Clearly they hated the fact that I was sharing a table with them. That's what they deserved for dressy all frumpy. How did they ever expect to get laid looking like that?

"So, Thea, was it?" the goat's husband said. He was a distinguished-looking stallion who managed to make wearing a tuxedo look perfectly natural. "How did you and Clark meet?"

"Oh, we've known each other for years. He was totally trying to bone my girlfriend for, like, a year before we finally hit it off," I replied.

Once again the two woman snorted, though the lynx gave me a sidelong glance. "Well, good for you, I suppose," she said.

Her husband, a slightly tubby tabby cat, took a long sip of his drink. "And what does a lady of your apparent stature do?"

I smirked a bit. "Oh, I program computers, when I have the brain for it," I said, tapping the side of my head with my fingers while letting out a giggle. It was a little bit forced but it felt right. "I also write in my free time."

"You... are a programmer?" the goat asked, holding her hand to her tiny chest in feigned shock.

"Yeppers!" I replied with a pleased smirk.

The stallion raised his eyebrows at this, but said nothing.

I didn't bother saying anything else. I just let them stew and try to think of things to ask me. It was fun watching them squirm a bit, giving me glances when they thought I wasn't looking. I couldn't help but notice that the tabby had shifted a little bit closer to his wife and kept glancing between my chest and hers. I wanted to tell him he should totally sneak off and bang the lynx (from the look on her face, she really needed a good, hard fucking) but I just smiled and winked at them both.

A few moments later, Clark returned with two drinks in his hands. One was a mug of beer, and the other was a pink and orange drink in a curvy glass with a cherry pressed onto the rim. "This seems perfect for you," he said, handing me the colorful drink.

"Ooh, what is it?" I asked, taking a quick sip through the tiny straw. It tasted of peaches and orange with a nice kick.

"Sex on the Beach," he replied as he sat down next to me, his free hand dropping into my lap. This brought another offended sound from the goat, though the lynx was looking at my glass with a bit of a pout.

I giggled at the name. "Promise?"

"Promise," he replied with a wink.

I took another long sip of the drink, making sure to take my time wrapping my lips around the straw, allowing them to part slightly as I started sucking on it. I glanced over at Clark, batted my eyelashes, and flicked my tail towards him.

Reaching behind me, he grabbed my tail and pulled it into his lap, patting the fluffy tail tuft while he started chatting with the other two couples about things that I didn't really understand anymore. There was a bunch of stuff about donations, and who should get what. It was just not fun. I was so happy when the food finally showed up, even if it was just a salad at first.

While the normal waiters brought out most of the meals, the maître d' brought mine over to me personally, setting it down in front of me and letting his arms almost brush against my breasts. I could tell he wanted to cop a feel and had chickened out at the last moment, so, before he could pull away I leaned forward and pressed my tits right against his arm.

He let out a cute yelp and pulled back, but he ran his hands across my breasts as he did so.

I gave him a smile as I pushed a few strands of hair out of my face. "Sorry," I said.

The foxy-looking squirrel just blushed, the red burning on the yellow fur of his cheeks as his eyes flicked down at my chest then away. "It's okay," he said softly, his long ears dropping a little bit. After that, he turned and hurried off to the back of the restaurant. As he pushed his way through the swinging door, he glanced back at me, but it wasn't lust I saw on his face. I couldn't find the words for what it was, but it was more than just wanting my body.

I took a bite of my salad, finding it bland, but I kept chewing on it as the others talked and talked and talked about things that I didn't care about. It was sad with just how boring it all was. I wanted to have some fun. Sure, there would be some later on, but what about now? We had already been there for an hour.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the fox-squirrel looking at me. Though, when I glanced back at him, I saw him quickly turn away. I couldn't help but smile at this. The poor boy wanted me, and I had nothing better to do than try and offer myself to him.

With a smile, I pushed back from the table, giving Clark a quick kiss on the cheek, then headed back towards where the maître d' had vanished. I attracted a little bit of attention as I strutted through the restaurant (how could I not?), but I ignored it. I had one thing on my mind at right now and there wasn't room for any more.

I made my way to the back of the restaurant and down into a back hallway. In the distance, I could hear the kitchen, with all the plates hitting against each other, and I smelled soapy water. My boy was leaning against the wall, an arm over his face as he tried to compose himself. Even with the clicking of my heels with each step he didn't hear me coming.

Reaching out, I placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump, his thick bushy tail puffing out behind him. He sputtered and tried to say something, but nothing but gibberish came out of his mouth. It made him look super cute.

"Hello yourself," I said with a smile.

"Um... you really shouldn't be back here," he finally sputtered out.

I leaned forward. "And why not? It's part of the restaurant, after all. Seems like I should be able to come back here if I want to," I said, my breasts starting to press up against his black vest.

He sputtered out something that almost sounded like an "okay" while blushing even brighter, his slate-blue eyes open wide and looking in every direction while he tried not to look directly at my tits.

It made me smile as I pressed myself up against him, forcing him to step back until he was pressed up against the wall. I leaned in until my lips were nearly touching his ear. "You've been watching me all night, and I bet I know why."

The fox-squirrel gulped and shivered. "Oh?"

I was happy to get a complete word out of him. "Oh yes, it's written all over your face," I said, my hand reaching out to squeeze his hip, my tail starting to flicking quickly in anticipation. Gently, I walked him back to an open door and into a private dining room. It had only one table, and no one was there to bother us.

I moved around until my lips were at his other ear. "You want to fuck me," I whispered. At the same moment, he said, "I want to be you."

That... was a far more fun answer then I had been expecting! I leaned back a bit and gave him a smile, though he was looking away, his whole face bright-red as he blushed, I could even see pink in the white fur inside his ears. "Oh really? You want to be a big-titted bimbo?" I teased, running a finger up the buttons of his vest to his bow tie.

"Yeah," he whimpered.

I giggled and reached into my cleavage, pulling out my lip gloss. "I can arrange that for you," I said, letting him see the "Bimbo Gloss" label.

I watched his eyes as they flicked down to the label then went wide. "Really? You can... you can really make me like you?"

Nodding, I unscrewed the top and slowly pulled out the applicator, letting him see it glittering in the fluorescent lights. "If you want me to. It feels soooo good," I added, gigging a little bit.

His eyes went down to the gloss and then looked back up at me. "Please?"

That was what I was hoping he would say. Without saying another word, I lifted the applicator to his lips, painting them with a thick coat of the gloss. It was a lot more than I had used on myself, but I knew he would love it. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek when I was done. It wasn't really necessary, but I liked the look of my lipstick smudged on his fur.

Taking a step back, I dropped the lip gloss back into my cleavage as my new friend let out a moan. His eyes were rolling back in his head as his body started to vibrate. Then, suddenly, he seemed to explode outwards in all the best sorts of ways. Every part of him changed at once. His face slimmed down even as his pure-white hair went from a short ponytail to hanging halfway down his back. A pair of impressive tits grew on his chest, ripping open his vest and the white shirt under it, sending buttons flying in every direction. His pants didn't fare any better as his hips became even wider than mine, his ass fattening out as he lost a couple inches in height. He was as sexy of a bimbo as I had expected him to be.

What I hadn't expected to see was the huge bulge straining in the crotch of his--now her--pants. The tight fabric outlined every inch of her very impressive cock and balls, making them look huge. I couldn't help but gasp and put my hand on my lips as my other hand reached out to give it a squeeze.

The new bimbo let out a giggle and arched her back as she grabbed her shirt and ripped open the last few buttons, allowing her breasts to jiggle as they were freed. She had big puffy nipples on top of even puffier areolas, which gave them a cute pointed look that seemed perfect for her. I could feel her cock twitching under my hand, still completely soft.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I asked.

"Amazing," she said, her voice rather high-pitched now, but in a way, that was cute.

I nodded and pressed a bit closer, my other hand moving to start to play with her nips. Her breasts were big, maybe only a little bit smaller than mine, but she made up for it in other ways. "What should I call you? A girl as sexy as you needs a name to match."

"My name is Fortune," she replied, a smile on her face as she giggled. She must have been drunk on how good it felt.

"Oh, aren't you a treasure," I replied as I tweaked her exposed nipples, then moved to cup her breasts, rubbing them with my hand while rolling her nips between my fingers.

"Treasure? I love that name!" she replied with a gasp. "That's so much better!"

A moment later, I pressed up against her, my breasts thrust against hers as we started making out, full lips pressing against each other as our tongues started to tangle together. Our combined cleavage left a huge gap between us, which left more than enough room for her cock to grow. As her hands dropped down to squeeze my ass, I started working on her pants, trying to get them open. The fabric was pulled tight over her rocking hips and fought with me every inch of the way, but, with one last grunt, I was able to push them off.

Her underwear didn't last even a second longer after that, tearing open as her cock snapped up between us. It wasn't even at full mast, yet the head brushed against the bottom of our tits. It was enough for me to break the kiss, leaning back to look at her titanic shaft. "Oh wow," I said with a giggle.

Treasure's eyes had gone wide at the sight of it, one hand drifting down to grab at the base. The simple touch causing her to let out a lustful whimper.

I was not one to let any cock go unused, let alone one like that! So I slowly wrapped my fingers around it, giving it a squeezes as I felt it throb in my palm. I couldn't really get a good idea of how big she really was. She was at a size where numbers were too big for me to easily follow, but only because I didn't have enough fingers. I didn't care, though--I was sure I could take it all with only a little effort.

Slowly, I lowered myself to my knees in front of her, reaching out rub at her balls, rolling the heavy orbs in my hands. One finger slipped back behind them as I teased the tip of the nail over her taint. Sadly there wasn't anything more back there, which was too bad, as a cunt would have gone perfectly with the rest of her. Still I wasn't going to say no to what she had!

Before I could do anything more, I heard a sigh from behind us. I glanced back only to see Clark standing in the doorway, looking at me with his arms crossed over his chest. "Really, Thea?"

I gave him my best puppy dog eyes. "I was bored!"

Treasure slipped out of my grip and moved up to Clark, placing her hands on his chest. "Hello, I'm Treasure, but you can call me anytime!" she said with a giggle.

"Hello, Anytime. I'm Clark," he replied with a wink, taking a moment to leer down at her nude form. "I have to say, you are quite the prize, aren't you?"

She giggled at that and leaned up to kiss him.

Without missing a beat he wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss, pulling her tight to his body. All I could do was stand up and watch as they had all the fun, unable to reach anything. After a few moments I pouted and stamped the ground. "Let me play!"

Breaking the kiss, Clark gave me a firm look. "You're the one who went off and make another bimbo without permission. I'm not sure why I should let you play."

"Because she's hot," I replied. In my mind it was the best possible reason.

He sighed and shook his head, looking between Treasure and me. "Thea, what am I going to do with you?"

I pressed a finger to my lips, trying to think of an answer for that, but I couldn't find one. At least, not one that wasn't "fuck me," which he was going to do to me no matter what, so that couldn't have been the answer.

After a few moments, he laughed and shook his head. "Don't worry yourself about it. Leave that to me."

"Okay!" I replied with a giggle, happy to let him do all the thinking.

Clark rolled his eyes and stepped away from us, walking back to the door. I could see that he was already straining his pants, so I knew that I couldn't have been in too much trouble. He stuck his head out of the doorway and looked around before stepping back in and closing the door.

Slowly, he turned back around and looked at us both, the wolf licking his lips as he put his hands on his hips. "Now, how should we do this? So many choices," he said.

"Oh! We could both fuck her," Treasure said, bouncing on her toes. While I had been distracted trying to think, she had removed the last of her clothing, leaving her whole gorgeous body on display. It left her breasts free to shake and jiggle all over with every little move she made. The way her cock slapped at the bottom of them just added to the look.

Clark made a show of thinking about it for a few moments, then shook his head. "No, Thea's still in trouble, so she can't be getting both cocks."

"Oh," Treasure and I said, starting to pout.

That made him chuckle. "On the other hand, I wouldn't mind having some fun with that shaft," he said, his eyes flicking down to her crotch. "Would you like to fuck me while I fuck her?"

Treasure's eyes went wide as she clapped her hands together and made a little jump, her thick squirrel tail flying up behind her. "Ooh, I would love that!"

I still pouted a bit. I had wanted to take a ride on that big cock, so I wasn't really happy with the plan. Though it did mean getting fucked by Clark, so it wasn't all that bad, and I wasn't going to be in trouble all night. I was sure I could take a turn with her later on.

Finally, I smiled and leaned up to kiss Clark on the cheek. "Please," I replied.

With a grin he reached down and shoved his hand up my skirt, rubbing over the thong that covered my slit. The fabric was damp, but that had been true all night, as just being around him was enough to get me moist. He simply pushed it aside and slipped a finger inside of me, slowly swirling it around. "I thought you would see it my way."

All I could do was whimper as he pulled his hand free after a far too short moment then offered the wet finger to Treasure. The fox-squirrel bimbo was immediately sucking it clean.

"Do you have lube with you?"

I rolled my eyes and reached between my tits, fishing out a half-empty tube and handing it to him. I had learned it was better to keep some with me at all times, as I never knew when I guy might want to fuck me in the ass.

"Get out of that dress," he said as he passed the tube over to Treasure.

I didn't have to be told twice, reaching behind my back to grab the zipper and pulling it down just enough that I could wiggle out of the fabric. It was stretchy enough that it came off easily, slipping down over my breasts before falling down around my ankles. My panties followed a few moments later, landing on the floor, where they belonged.

Clark was stripping off his own suit, throwing the pieces carelessly to the floor. Treasure was watching with all her attention as more and more of his body was exposed to her. She was almost drooling at the site of it, her hands clasped together as she leaned forward, her thick tail acting as a counterbalance to her tits. Precum was already dripping from the head of her shaft, rolling down it and dripping off her balls onto the floor. It made her whole length glisten.

She kept leaning forward more and more, so when he finally pushed his pants down and let his own dark red wolf cock bounce free, she fell over with a yelp and tumbled to the floor. Her tits broke her fall. A moment later, she was back on her feet, giggling softly and blushing.

Clark just shook his head, then reached out to run his fingers through her long white hair. "You're a bit silly, aren't you?"

All she could do was nod.

He smiled and rolled his eyes. "What else would I have expected?" he said. A moment later, he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, one hand slipping behind my back as he kissed me, his lips pressing up my own thick and full pair. It wasn't a deep kiss, but it was enough to surprise me. I tried to kiss him back, but he was already pulling away while gently pushing me backwards a few steps until my ass hit the edge of the table. He lifted me off my feet and sat me down on the tablecloth, smiling at me all the while.

Treasure moved up behind him. One hand was resting on his hips while she stroked her cock with the other. She looked down at me from over his shoulder, licking her lips in anticipation.

The wolf put his hands on my knees and pushed my legs apart, revealing my wet slit to them both. My outer lips were already puffy from the excitement of the last few minutes, and were just begging for more.

He looked down at me from his position on high, just taking in the sight of my fantastic body. His hands began to slide down my legs until they were resting on my hips, his grin growing by the moment. Stepping up between my parted legs, he easily moved his cock until the pointed tip was rubbing against my pussy, hotdogging between my lips but not going in.

I let out a whimper in frustration, waiting for him to start fucking me.

Clark glanced back over his shoulder at Treasure. "You all lubed up back there?" he asked.

"Yep!" she replied, holding up the now-empty tube.

Turning back, he smirked at me. Then, in one motion, he grabbed my legs and pulled them up into the air until my feet were over his head. At the same moment, he slammed his cock into my cunt. I let out a squeal of joy as he sank into me, his pointed tip easily parting my wet lips, followed by his thick red shaft. I could feel every inch of it as it stretched me open, thicker than all but the largest of my dildos.

The moment after that, I felt him buck against me as Treasure pushed her cock right up his ass, his eyes going wide as he shivered. "Damn, girl! You're fucking huge," he said, gasping out the words.

Treasure just let out a giggle, her large breasts pressed up against his back. His tail slid up into her cleavage. I could see her hips peeking out from behind Clark's ass, and saw them wiggle a bit at the same time he let out a long moan, his own shaft twitching in my cunt.

His hands squeezed at my thighs, the fingers digging in as he started to fuck me, pulling his shaft almost all the way out and slamming it back into me, starting to build up a steady rhythm. The other bimbo joined in quickly, thrusting into him the moment he was fully inside of me, plowing me even harder. The force of it caused my breasts to shake and jiggle on my chest, going in every sort of direction and nearly hitting me in the face. I eventually had to grab onto them, holding them in place while I teased my fingers along my fat nipples, pulling at them with each thrust of my two lovers.

Clark was groaning each time the fox-squirrel slammed into him, her balls slapping against his bubble butt with a wet slap. She was letting out this cute gasp each time she plowed him, her mouth contently hanging open as her tongue played over her plump lips. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, like the pleasure was shorting out what little smarts she had left... lucky her.

Clark's eyes clenched tightly closed as he froze, his body shaking. For a moment, I thought he had cum just for being fucked by her, but he seemed to pull himself back from the edge, smirking happily. "You're staying with us for the weekend," he said as she thrust back into him hard enough to push the table back an inch.

"Oh, goodie!" Treasure replied with a giggle.

He smiled down at me, putting his hands on my legs and pulling my ankles down onto his shoulders. Without having to say a word, he started to plow me like a piston, slamming hard into me and pulling out only to slam into me again. With each thrust, I could feel his knot starting to swell, pulling eagerly against the lips of my pussy, sliding through them and stretching them even wider as they tried desperately to hold onto him.

"Harder," I gasped out between thrust.

"As the bimbo wishes," he replied, rocking his hips forward with each thrust to add just a bit more force to it, which was compounded by Treasure starting to jackhammer his ass. She wasn't moving in time with his thrusting anymore, and it sent this wonderful double wave of force through my body.

I couldn't take it much longer. My pussy was on fire and being pounded by a big cock. I could feel it all the way through my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my empty head. It was absolutely amazing.

And then, his knot was too big to escape my pussy. I could feel it pulling to get free, stretching out my folds, but they didn't give. He was tied tightly inside of me and I wasn't going to let him go. I wrapped my heels around the back of his head, pulling him a bit closer as he squeezed and pawed at my hips. He kept pulling with each thrust, trying to break free, but all he did was push me over the edge.

Throwing my head back, I let out a scream of pleasure as I came, my pussy clenching down on his cock, milking it as my juices squirted out around his knot. A few moments later, he closed his eyes and let out a long whimper as he started cumming, flooding into my already-soaked cunt. Treasure couldn't help but join in, slamming hard into Clark before crying out as she came as well.

I arched my back, feeling the triple orgasm as it echoed between all three of us. My head was spinning as my body shook with pleasure, my whole world washing with it until I couldn't feel anything else. My mind was soaked in pleasure until there was nothing else left.

When my vision started to clear, I found Clark's nose pressed up into my cleavage, Treasure lying on his back. I was looking forward to getting to round two when I heard a familiar voice.

"What the hell is this?" an gravelly voice said from the door. At once, the three of us looked over to find a very annoyed-looking stallion standing in the doorway, one hand firmly on his face. He wasn't as dressed-up as all the other people in the restaurant, wearing an old gray suit jacket over a really ugly sweater. There was something naggingly familiar about him that I couldn't place.

"We're fucking!" Treasure said with a giggle.

The horse let out a groan and rubbed the top of his muzzle. "I'm too sober for this," he muttered, then dropped his hand down to glare at the three of us. "God, I hope we don't have this room reserved for the night. Where the hell is the maître d'?"

Treasure sat up, thrusting herself back into Clark as she did so, which cause his still-tied cock to shove into me. "I'm right here!" she declared. "No one has this room tonight, or tomorrow night either."

He blinked, looking at her like he couldn't quite process what he was seeing. "Right... yeah, I think you probably should take a few days off until you're... not screwing everyone."

"Okay!" she replied with a happy giggle.

Finally, I figured out who the horse was. "Hey, aren't you the hor--" I said, but was stopped when Clark grabbed my muzzle and held it shut.

"I'm sorry about the mess. Why not put the room down for me tonight and bill me the cleaning costs? You know I'm good for it," he said with a warm smile as his eyes flicked up and down over the horse. Knowing Clark, he was thinking about what fucking the stallion would be like.

The stallion just sighed and shook his head. "Fine," he finally said with a dejected sigh. "Just get cleaned up and get the hell out of here. I don't want to see any of you again for a few days."

He nodded. "Got it. We'll be gone in a few minutes."

That made the horse let out a heavy snort before stepping out of the room and slamming the door hard enough to make the light fixtures on the wall shake.

With that, Clark pulled his hand off my muzzle and shook his head. "I just can't take you anywhere, can I?"

"Not unless we can fuck there," I replied with a giggle.

He rolled his eyes, wiggling his hips a bit, his knot finally having gone down enough that he was able to pull out of me with a wet slurp. After that, he pulled himself off of Treasure's cock before grabbing the tablecloth and using it to wipe himself clean. "Get dressed, both of you."

I slipped off the table, grabbing my clothing and starting to pull it back on, but Treasure just looked around, frowning a bit. "Um... all my clothing broke."

He paused, then chuckled a bit, pulling the slightly-soiled tablecloth off and throwing it over to her. "Put on what you can, then cover up with that," he said, then turned back to look at me. "Well, I have her until she turns back, but what am I going to do with her?"

Turned back? Why would she want to turn back? Being a bimbo is so much more fun than being an ordinary guy. There was lots more sex, too. I gave him my best pouting look. "Well, she never got to fuck me."

Clark rolled his eyes again and shook his head. "Fine. Once we get to a hotel, we can see about getting her to fuck you."

"Ooh, then we can go shopping tomorrow!" I exclaimed, bouncing on my toes, which caused my breasts to jiggle like crazy. A moment later, Treasure was also bouncing in.

The wolf gave us both a bemused look, like he was just a bit overwhelmed with having a pair of bimbos to take care of. "Fine, we can go shopping as well."

Together, we pounced on him and tightly hugged him, smothering his head between our breasts until he was sputtering and pushing away into order to get a breath before giving each a quick kiss and helping me get my dress back on. After that, we slipped out of the back of the restaurant and got a cab, which we nearly got kicked out of us because neither Treasure or I could keep our hands off Clark.

Once we got to the hotel, though... well, let's just say none of us got much sleep before dawn.

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This story was written and copyright 2018 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. The character of "Treasure" is owned by Fortune Fox and used with permission. Violators won't get to play with any of the bimbos.