A Good Show
Ding dong.
I ignored the chiming doorbell, tongue clenched between my teeth as I manipulated the joystick of the x-box controller. I was not going to total another car here. I steered it around a corner, tilting the controller uselessly as my patrol car skidded to the left, straight into a civilian sedan. The animated woman clambered out of her door and shook her fist at me, yelling mechanically.
Ding dong.
Why was no one else answering the door? I started for the stairs, but just then my police scanner crackled. "Robbery in progress at 3rd and West Avenue. Units respond immediately. Code 3." I jumped back on the couch, frantically clicking the A button. Too late. I would have to wait for the next call to get directions. How you were supposed to find your way around this game...I pressed the gas, easing my poor battered vehicle around the turn, successfully this time, and continued on my way.
Ding dong ding dong ding dong!
I hit the B button, pausing my game, and tossed the controller onto the cushion beside me. It started beeping mournfully as I thundered up the basement stairs, long tail waving behind me. Was no one else able to hear the doorbell? I skidded around the turn to the front door, peering through the window. I caught a glimpse of fluffy red fur before the visitor moved toward the door. I twisted the knob--and was hit at chest height by a short furry missile.
"Maya!" The air was driven from my lungs as the little red panda squeezed me hard, her plumed tail thrashing wildly. She was wearing a tee-shirt and very tight, very short shorts. As always, she was exquisite. I felt my ears going back with embarrassment, very conscious of my baggy jeans and mussed fur.
"Hello Lynn. You're excited today." I murmured, returning the hug with slightly less force. She shrugged. I pulled away and looked at her with concern. Never had I known her to respond to anything with less than boundless enthusiasm. She gave me a bright smile, glanced over my shoulders, then pulled my head down to forcefully kiss my lips. I squeaked and wriggled in protest. She was startlingly strong for her size.
"You know you like it." She nearly purred, grinning at me as she broke our embrace. I attempted to smooth my rumpled dignity, drawing myself up to my full height, several inches above hers.
"You invade my house and assault me. You better have a good reason." I teased, taking her hand and leading her gently up the stairs toward my room.
"Of course!" She overtook me easily and bounded down the hall to my poster-covered door. "You did say I could come swim in your pool whenever I want. Mine is too cold!"
For the first time I noticed the small backpack bouncing on her back. Somehow I'd missed it earlier, with my face directly level with her ever-so-fine--
"Come on!" She called impatiently, holding the door open invitingly. I trotted after her into my cluttered room, catching the door and pulling it shut behind myself.
My friend was already stripping, pulling the over-tight shirt over silky red fur. I forced my eyes away, feeling my ears go down again. I dug my own swimsuit--a silvery bikini that matched my mottled snow-leopard fur--out of my drawer and began to change also. It took a few minutes to negotiate snapping the bottom around my voluminous tail, and I waved it in victory when I finally felt the panties stop trying to fall down. I turned, realized she'd been watching me with a little smirk, and felt that embarrassed heat sweep over me again.
Up till two weeks ago we'd been 'not speaking', in the aggressive sense typical in middle and high school girls. After the break-up of an intense week-long romance, we'd fought constantly before subsiding into mutual hatred. In the course of two years we'd both simmered down a bit, but it had still been a shock when just before our graduation she'd apologized...and then kissed me. Especially since both of us had fallen back on the straight side of things.
Everyone knew she and her boyfriend were sleeping together, and as for me and Marc...well, I wasn't the innocent, virginal sophomore who'd fallen for her in the first place.
Now I returned her stare, taking in her delicately white face and fuzzy pointed ears. Then my gaze drifted lower, to the way her camo-patterned swimsuit clung to her small but tempting breasts, and as she turned around, giggling, to how the bottom half outlined that perfect ass. I could feel my sapphire-blue eyes widening as she posed for my benefit, turning slowly on the spot before returning my appraisal.
"What're you looking at my boobs for? You've got your own!" She teased, prancing over to me. "And they're more impressive than mine anyway." She buried her nose in the fur of my throat, then reached out to grope my chest with both hands.
"Hey!" I swatted her away, laughing. "You won't let me do that to you. You said your boyfriend claimed your boobies so I couldn't touch them." She looked away again, her smile flickering. "Lynnie?" I put a hand under her chin, lifting her eyes to look at me. "There's something going on with you and Justin, huh?"
She shrugged. "So I'm single now. But that means I can spend more time with you, lovey!" She captured me with another kiss, more gently this time. I responded, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close. She broke the kiss to snuggle into my shoulder with a sigh. We stayed there for a few minutes, her breathing uneven as she forced down tears, before she pulled away.
"I'm sorry. I'm okay." She muttered. I was doubtful, but had to let her go. The relationship we had was too tenuous for me to push any harder. I wasn't her shoulder to cry on again. Not yet, anyway.
"Shall we go invade the pool?" I asked, opening the door and gesturing gallantly for her to go first. She laughed, tugging my tail on the way out.
My family's backyard pool was already occupied, sure enough, but judicious application of squirt guns soon had the younger siblings headed in, soaking wet from ears to tail. I climbed the ladder, and dipped a toe into the water. Cold, but probably not any colder than usual. With a yowl I launched myself from the ladder, limbs and tail flailing before I hit the water with a tremendous splash. I could hear Lynn's laughter from outside the pool, and gave her a goofy grin.
"C'mon slowpoke! Jump in before I have to come out and get you!" Her giggles increased. "I dunno, getting fetched by a hot snow leopard sounds kinda fun!" She called back, eyes glittering with amusement. I growled and splashed at her, showing my teeth. "Alright alright!" She clambered up the ladder, fuzzy tail held out for balance, and stood poised at the top, apparently considering.
I doggy-paddled over to look up at her. "Well, I do like fetching sexy pandas, though I've found wet sexy pandas are more interesting." I purred, before leaping up to grab her hand and tug her in with me.
She surfaced, sputtered, then gave me an insolent smile. "You'd know all about sexy pandas wouldn't you? From what you've said about Marc, he's got the biggest--"
I cut her off with a splash, and leapt away before she could retaliate. This game continued for several minutes, with both of us chasing and being chased in turn, before we came to rest, panting with exertion, on opposite sides of the pool.
"So, truce?" I asked as soon as I could gasp out the words.
"Truce," she agreed, paddling to an inflatable pool raft and pulling herself onto it. I fetched another, and splashed over to lie beside her. We stayed put for several minutes, allowing soaked fur to be dried by the sun.
My eyes were beginning to drift closed in the comfortable warmth when I heard the window scrape open, and my mother's voice.
"Maya? I'm taking the younger kids to the grocery store with me, since they're getting bored. You two need anything?"
"Nope," I called back, rolling off my mat back into the cold water. "Are you taking everyone?"
"Yes. You two have the house to yourselves for a while. Stay out of the liquor cabinet." I laughed with her. This was an old joke, as there hadn't been any alcohol in the house since before I was born.
"Okay. See ya," The window shut again, and I looked over to see Lynn watching me intently.
"What?" I asked, going to clamber back out of the water, but she shoved the raft away from me.
"We have the house to ourselves, hmm? Whatever shall we do?" She murred. I shivered at the look she was giving me, and felt a tingle between my legs.
"Dunno. What do you want to do?" I asked, feigning innocence as I headed for the ladder and hauled myself out. My tail weighed me down; the sheer volume of water that my tailfur could soak up was unbelievable. I hopped down to the ground outside the pool before running my hands down it, pushing out most of the water into a pool on the ground.
Thus occupied I didn't hear her until she had come up behind me, and with one tug untied the back of my swimsuit top. I yelped as I felt it slip, and grabbed at it with both hands.
"Let's go in." She was whispering, so close I could feel her breath against my earfur. The panda wrapped her arms around me to squeeze my chest again, more gently this time, before running her tongue up the curve of my neck. I tried my best to stifle a moan, but could only reduce it to a squeak.
She came around in front of me now. "Let's go in," she said again, "and I'll show you want I want to do."
I followed her, slightly stunned, glad that as long as I kept my hands over my chest my arousal didn't show.
We proceeded past the family room, where SpongeBob continued to cackle from the television. I reached for a remote to turn it off, hoping to stop the noise, but Lynn intercepted me. She grabbed my wrist before, eyes never leaving mine, picking up the controller and pressing the power button. Using her grip on my arm she easily led me up the stairs and into my bedroom, where she released me to quietly shut the door.
Still slightly stunned, I stared at her from across the room, arms crossed over my untied swimsuit. She turned to face me, and only then did I see that she was nearly as shocked as I was. Green-hazel eyes wide, she panted a little as she hesitated, apparently at a loss for what to do now that she had me.
It took us a while of this, neither moving a muscle, before I felt I had to do something.
"Lynn?" I asked, taking a step toward her when she didn't respond. "Are you alright?" Finally she turned her gaze away, closing her eyes with a sigh.
"You aren't acting alright. Is this something to do with Justin? You can tell me." I persisted, moving close enough to touch her hand.
"Dammit Maya," I flattened my ears at her words, but the tone was...what? Affectionate maybe? "Why are you so nice? I feel like I could tell you I killed someone and you'd forgive me if I said I was sorry. I still don't know how you forgave me for what I did. I broke your heart didn't I? Didn't you stop eating for months, because you thought you weren't skinny enough for me? And all I have to do is say I'm sorry, and I have you back." She looked at me again, and I backed up at the look on her face. Desperation, slight shock, and a bit of happiness, all together. She stepped toward me again, one hand reaching up to toy with a shoulder strap of her suit
"I am sorry. What I said...I always did love you. This sounds so corny and cliché, but I did, and that scared me. Watching you cry...the hardest thing I could do."
The backs of my knees hit the edge of my bed, and I had to stop, or collapse. But I couldn't tear my eyes from her face as she came nearer, pressed her warm fur against me. "What did you want from me then? What do you want now?" She whispered. I let out a whimper as I felt the strap she'd been playing with slide down off her shoulder, that side of her swimsuit drooping until it only barely qualified as decent.
"What do you want?" And now it was fear tingeing her voice. I knew I had to respond, but I couldn't think, could only picture the other side of her swimsuit slowly falling, feel the still damp fur of her thigh rubbing against my bikini bottom, which seemed to be growing wetter even outside the water...
"I don't know." It was more than half a squeak, and I tensed as she leaned her weight on me. She kissed me then, hard and fierce, pushing me back to land on the bed, tail twisted underneath me. Without wasting time she nudged my legs apart, pressing herself between them until our most sensitive parts nearly touched, separated only by two thin layers of cloth.
"Did you love me?" She breathed against my earfur. I could only nod dumbly.
"Still love me?"
I found my voice in the corner of my mind not entirely full of Lynn to reply.
"Y-yes. Always yes."
She sat up then, looking down at me, and there was suddenly something predatory about her grin.
"I love you too, Maya. And now I can say that. And know that you're mine." Before I could question what she meant she was on me again. She trailed kisses down my neck while the hand not supporting her weight gently uncovered what little area my top had still been hiding.
"W-wait." I could barely force the word out, tensing against shivers of pleasure from everywhere that her fur touched mine. She ignored my feeble protest as she teased one rock-hard nipple with her tongue, and my head fell back as warmth flooded through me.
"We should stop..." I tried again, and she raised her head to look at me.
"Do you want to stop?" She asked, wriggling her hips against mine. I gasped at the spike of pleasure, and couldn't stop my back from arching as she pulled away, thrusting against empty air.
"I don't think you do." Against all laws of nature the red panda was purring now, leaning down and rewarding me with a gentle caress between my legs when I hesitated. I writhed under her touch.
"M-marc..." I managed. She stopped instantly, pulling away and looking pensive.
"Right. You're not single," I nodded, panting a bit from the little jolts still running from her fingers through my body. "Where's your cell phone?" I pointed toward my jeans, still wadded up on the floor from changing earlier. She hopped off to dig in the pockets, trotting back with my phone in her hand.
"What are you doing?" I asked, finally managing to sit up.
"Getting Marc's permission, of course," she teased, straddling me again. She sat on my stomach, not near enough to anything important to get me worked up again. For now I lay under her, breathing heavily.
She pressed one button, then showed me the phone, giggling. "Of course he's speed dial two. What number am I?"
I looked away, wondering if I could be seen flushing underneath my fur. "Seven," I whispered.
"That low?"
"...lucky number..." I could almost feel her smile.
"I feel special now. Oh, heya Marc!" I jumped, turning back to her.
She was nodding, smiling. "Me? Up to something? Oh not much. Just seducing your girlfriend. Uh huh. Here," She put the phone against my ear, and I reached up to snatch it from her fingers.
"H-hello?" I was shaking now, feeling nauseous.
"Sooo, you have Lynn over there?" I couldn't read the emotion in his voice.
"Yeah. I'm sorry, you know that I--" I cut off, hearing him...laughing? "What?" I demanded, trying to sit up. Lynn rolled her eyes, pushing me down and nibbling on my neck.
"You try to move, I stop this." She murred into my fur. I immediately froze.
"Yes, I know that you are attracted to her." Marc had regained control over himself. "I know about your fantasies." I hadn't realized that Lynn was close enough to my ear herself that she could hear my boyfriend until she started laughing at that. "And I only have two questions for you."
I swallowed, craning my neck to look down at the girl leaning over me. She gave me a goofy grin, before moving her mouth down to my breasts again. I bit my lip, letting my head fall back. "Go ahead," I said into the phone.
"First, do you love me? I already know how you feel about her, but what about me?" I closed my eyes, fighting tears. "Yes. You know that, I always--"
He cut me off again. "Yes. I know. Second question. Well, more of a condition. Get. On. Skype."
I sat up again, forcefully enough to knock Lynn from my chest. "What?" I asked again. He laughed. "I love you, Clueless. Two words. Web chat. Or is that one word?"
I laughed, somewhat hysterically. "You mean it?"
"Yeah. You love me, and I trust you. And I want to watch."
I put down the phone, looking at Lynn, who was sitting on the floor now, looking amused. "He wants to watch." I said, slightly stunned. The girl smiled.
"Then let's give him a good show." I felt a smile spread across my face in answer to her grin, and I picked my phone up again.
"I'll call you again in 30 seconds." I hung up, and grabbed my laptop from my bedside table.
Lynn climbed up behind me, her fingers trailing over my body as I flipped the screen up. Marc was already signed in to Skype, of course. I took a deep breath, and hit the green video call button.
It was answered almost instantly. My sweet panda smiled at both of us. His grin got wider as he realized that both of us were topless. "Hi." He said breathlessly. "Hi." I smiled back at him.
"Yo." Lynn attacked my neck again, hand dipping down to my bikini bottom. I moaned, arching into her touch. She ran her fingers in circles, making me squirm and squeak. I heard a huff of breath, and looked down. Marc's zipper was open, and he was rubbing one hand against a very obvious bulge in his boxers.
Hands pulled at my panties, un-snapping them from around my fluffy tailbase. Gingerly she tugged at them. I lifted my thighs, then my calves, allowing her to slide them off. Moving at the same torturous pace she pushed one finger against my now sopping pussy. I hissed, twitching my hips against her hand. She laughed, softly, and pulled away.
"There's something wrong here," she said, teasingly. "I seem to be more dressed than you." Obediently I turned in her hold, locking lips again as my fingers fumbled with her swimsuit bottom. I reached around behind her to untie the fastening around her tail. Slowly, gently, I pulled down the black panties, revealing her slit. I pulled away to look her up and down. Her chest and stomach were covered in black fur, as silky as the rest of her. The dark fur spread down her thighs and upper arms. She leaned back on her elbows with a giggle.
"Like what you see?" she whispered. I nodded fervently, eying details that had originally evaded my attention. Her nipples stood hard and pink atop her small mounds, chest heaving as she panted. Pink also glimmered between her lower lips, the short, silky fur around them glistening with moisture. I licked my lips and reached forward. I wanted to spread those lips, make her squirm under my fingers and tongue...
She jerked away, leaving me off balance. Before I recovered she was on top of me, pinning me down.
"No. I'm leading here," she informed me, pressing her chest against mine and nibbling at my tender ears.
"Okay..." I wasn't about to fight it. As long as she didn't leave me hanging, that is. I relaxed, and she released her hold on my upper arms.
I growled as she moved back, kneeling on my thighs and reaching for something over my head. "What're you doing?"
She scooted backward and set my laptop down between my legs. I leaned up, bracing myself on my elbows to peer at the screen. Marc had abandoned jeans and boxers; his erection stood red and proud against his white bellyfur. I grinned at his slightly stunned expression.
"Enjoying yourself, hun?" I asked, reaching one hand down to toy with my own pussy.
"Uh-huh...I had to stop...didn't want to finish before you guys..." I laughed, blowing a kiss at him.
"Cute," Lynn inspected the set up, and moved the computer over a bit. "You guys almost make me want to gag. I'll have to distract myself, I guess"
She pushed at my thighs until I spread them wider, crouching between them. I felt my breath speed up as she reached out to gingerly run a single finger around my need, never touching.
I arched into her hand. "Please! Please more," I groaned as she removed her fingers.
"I'm going at my pace. I need to go slow. I'll admit to having my own...fantasies, but I still want to take my time."
I nodded hard, willing to agree to anything if she would just continue. I bit my lip to hold back a whimper as she placed her finger back against my opening. I couldn't do anything to stop my moan as she pushed it in. I was so wet there was no need for any further lubrication; she continued until her palm pushed against my crotch. She started to pump that single digit in and out, face concentrated as she watched my reaction.
"Lynn..." I stopped. I'd almost asked for more. She halted as well, watching me to see what I'd do. I stared back, trying to beg with my eyes.
Apparently it worked. She pulled almost all the way out and set the tip of another finger against me. I groaned as she pushed forward, feeling myself stretching around the added width.
She halted again, looking considering. I let my head fall back, feeling myself shudder around her still-buried fingers. I heard a small snort, and a shift in her weight. I started to sit up.
That was when I felt warm breath against my pussy. Moments later her warm, wet tongue ran up my slit, from the base of her fingers to my belly fur. I gasped and jerked, wriggling. She laughed and bent over me once more. Now she ran her tongue around my clit, teasing again. I leaned up again, and fell back with a huff as her lips fastened around my nub, sucking gently. At the same time her fingers resumed their movement.
I felt a familiar heat rising quickly in my stomach, tingling and dizzy. My hips jerked against her face. She squeaked and I forced myself to calm down. I couldn't do anything to stop my impending orgasm though, and just when I thought I couldn't get any hotter, feel any better, her fingers froze.
"No! Lynn, I'm so close..." I whimpered, thrusting fruitlessly against her. She pulled away completely, running her teeth over my clit one more time. I lay where she left me, panting, eyes squeezed shut with the force of my denied pleasure.
It took several deep breaths before I had calmed enough to sit up and glare at her. She was smirking, and my eyes were drawn down her arm to her pussy. Her fingers toyed with the outer lips, grazing her swollen clit and trailing glistening fluids from her soaked opening.
"You should have seen your ears perk up." She laughed, and I immediately flattened them.
"Hey, Marc?" she twisted to look at the screen. The panda was moving one hand leisurely up and down his cock, eyes fixed on his own display.
"Yeah?"
"Is your girlfriend any good? With her tongue, I mean. I know that you'd be an authority on that," He closed his eyes, back arching, and removed his hand from his throbbing cock with a visible effort.
"Oh yeah. She's amazing,"
Lynn smiled at me. "Care to demonstrate?" she asked me. I gave a hiss of anticipation and felt another pleasurable shiver run through my body just at the suggestion.
"Of course" I murmured. "As long as I'm not gonna make you uncomfortable."
She leaned back on her elbows, spread her legs invitingly, and looked up at me through her long lashes. "Not at all."
I didn't need any more invitation than that. I quickly shifted to lie on my stomach, face inches from her glistening folds. The scent of her arousal made me quiver inside as I contemplated my next move. Tongue, or hands?
Tongue, I decided, and extended mine to brush against her opening. She tasted as delicious and delicate as I expected. Wanting more I gave another lick, with more pressure behind it. She moaned, wonderfully, and I went for more. I scooted closer on my elbows, and worked my tongue into her opening
She clenched around me, even more of her fluids running over my lips. I pulled away, leaving her whimpering, and contemplated momentarily. What did Marc do in this situation?
I plunged forward again, extending my tongue until I felt a twinge of pain, using it the same way she'd used her fingers. I tried to push further each time, all my senses filled with her. Squeaks and moans, the taste of her juices on my tongue, and the scent of her need filling my nostrils. Finally my neck started to ache and I pulled away.
"Maya!" I leaned up and smiled at her before planting kisses on her lower lips.
"Now who's begging?" I teased, running my slightly sore tongue over her clit. I drew back my lips to use my teeth as well, and reached one hand up to push a finger into her passage. I felt her clench again, and her hands tangled in my headfur. I added another finger and pumped them, suckling at her stiff, hot flesh, just as she had done for me. And soon enough I felt what must have warned her off earlier. Shudders around my fingers, a more desperate tone in her moans.
Without any warning, she pulled away, yanking my fingers out into the cold
I looked up, licking her nectar from my lips. She pushed at me, flipping my onto my back and planting herself between my thighs. I started to protest when she pulled me into a heated kiss. I could feel moisture between my own legs again, and I tried to push my thighs together, desperate for friction.
She growled, moving her face down to nip painfully at my neck. I felt my ears and fur flatten. She felt so predatory that my own instincts were eclipsed, and I submitted. I shivered as she shoved my legs back apart. I thrust my own hips forward, seeking, and gasped when I contacted flesh. She reached down with one hand to part my lips, rubbing her warm pussy directly against mine. She was huffing against my throat, muscles stiff and trembling in her arms and legs. I could feel my own heat building again, and I could feel my pussy clenching, trying to grip the cock that had to be there for me to feel this pleasure.
With a cry she pushed against me harder, and there was a trickle of juices into my fur. She shuddered as she came, catching my lips again with her own and squeaking deep in her throat. That very nearly pushed me over the edge too, and I dropped onto my shoulders to wrap my arms around her and pull her closer.
I felt the heat build in me until I thought I would explode, or scream. I couldn't prevent the latter. I gave a shrill roar as I came, trembling with pleasure and feeling fluid spurt over my thighs. Lynn's teeth gripped my shoulder as she reached a second peak, whimpering and thrusting against me. Slowly I came down from my high, opening my eyes to meet her soft hazel ones.
"Wow..." she murmured, moving until her most intimate parts weren't pressed against mine anymore and tucking her head under my chin.
"Wow" I agreed.
"Wow" came a third voice. I craned my neck to see the computer screen.
Marc sprawled in his chair, his erection subsiding, white fluid splattered over his chest.
He turned his head to reach for a tissue, and I couldn't stop a tired giggle. "Uh...Marc? You got some...ah" I gestured at my face. He looked uncomprehending. I rubbed one finger alongside my muzzle. He copied me, and swore when his fingers came away sticky.
Lynn and I laughed, and I blew a kiss to him. She sat up, and turned to look back at my bedspread.
"Oh dear..." her lips twitched into a smile. "Your girlfriend's a squirter, isn't she Marc?" I flushed under my fur, scrambling for my clothes.
"Oh, did she make a mess? Yeah, she tends to do that."
"Marc!" I was mortified. They laughed together.
"I think you should be with us, well, in a more real way next time, huh?" She asked. I looked up at her, and saw that it was directed at the machine. I pulled my tee-shirt over my head and went to look over her shoulder. His expression wasn't the only thing that had perked up at that suggestion.
"Wait a minute, next time?" I asked, looking down at Lynn.
She kissed under my chin. "Yeah. I've decided I think I like being a lesbo." I winced at her crudeness, and glanced back at Marc.
"Just give me a time!" He was almost shaking with excitement.
"I guess that's a yes from both of us." I smiled, and pressed my lips to the top of her head.
I couldn't imagine anything better.