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The Tail-Chaser's Lounge Part 5

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr. aka Nightmask

Once the door closed behind her when she exited the Arabian room Sakura quickly slipped into a wordless melody, her tail lashing around to back up the merriment reflected in her voice. It followed her up the hallways as she guided the cart along, winding her way back to the kitchen to return it to its station along with the others. She left it to the automated kitchen systems to clean and prepare it for later use, her mood leaving her too charged up to take the time to do it by hand as she often did.

Away from their guest and back around the others her behavior and mannerisms shifted back to what it generally was, her movements drifting into a gliding dance that unconsciously displayed her as only a female secure in her sexuality could be. The whisper of silk and the jingling of her adornments mixed with her song as she made her way back to their private lounge, the area empty so early in the day except for Fatima as she occupied herself cleaning and straightening things, still clad in her maid uniform from the night before.

"Good morning Sakura, you're sounding quite perky today," the ferret said by way of greeting, her nimble fingers gliding over the cushions of one of the loungers while the panda settled her red-and-black tailed self down on another and draped herself languidly along it.

"Had a great way to start the day off so yes feeling quite delighted," she replied, her head coming to rest on her hands as she laced her fingers up on the corner of the reclining chair. Stretched out along her side she draped her tail along her legs and gazed through hooded eyes at her friend and watched her industrious efforts. "How about yourself Fatima, aren't you late for bed?"

"Just wanted to finish up a few things, and see how things went," she said as she finished up and drew a padded stool over to have a seat and talk with the lounging panda.

"Went delightfully," she purred, tongue flicking out to swirl around her lips from corner to corner and back again in what could only be called an erotic fashion. "I can't imagine why you traded off and skipped a chance at someone so tasty, I mean someone so respectful. He was even considerate and didn't take advantage of his 'slave' at all this morning."

"I know it'll sound strange but I actually felt a little insecure," Fatima confessed, her right leg resting on the left and her hands resting upon her knee, her tail bouncing about. "After he told me he thought I smelled nice and was so friendly I felt as giddy as a kit. I'm too old to be reacting like that, I think it scared me a bit, reacting so strongly to him," plus, she thought to herself, the discrepancies Heather mentioned that left her doubting her instincts.

"You're hardly that old Fatima," Sakura told her, eyes sparking at the ferret's putting herself down like that. "Nothing wrong with feeling giddy either, although it was naughty of you to not tell me he liked how you smelled or give me a clue he might like how I smell too," she chided gently.

"Seemed fair you get as much warning as I had," she replied, doing her best to look innocent. "Besides, you clearly enjoyed yourself."

"Mmmmm, you're definitely right on that count," she purred, eyes closing as she relived the experience, backside wriggling about as she rolled over onto her tummy and stretched herself out with a wiggling of her toes. "First human I've been with since what happened to me when I was younger, and it was as different as day from night. I only wish I hadn't been up all night so I could be available all day in case he wants more attention."

"He's free to spend the weekend with us, as long as he calls that friend if his back, from what Karen told me, so I'm sure you'll get to see him again," the ferret informed her, tail flicking around to tickle the red panda's nose. "We both know Patricia's not going to monopolize him when she's already shared him some already with us."

"That's certainly true," she agreed, stifling a sneeze as she opened her eyes and flicked her tail at the ferret for teasing her like that. "It's rare any of us have the kind of time free to focus on just one person an entire weekend. It's one reason we end up sharing the occasional male, provided he's willing or doesn't do something stupid to alienate the rest of us."

Fatima laughed and nodded agreement with her. "I doubt anyone's forgotten that wolf that got all full of himself after Karen invited him around. I know she hasn't, she still keeps apologizing to me for it."

"Well he was stupid and arrogant enough to think just because you looked like help he could have his way with you like some prize," Sakura pointed out. "I do applaud your restraint in only breaking one of his arms though, when he obviously deserved more."

"He wasn't worth the effort to do more to," she replied, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. "In any case it's not anything we have to worry about here, unless we've all gone completely blind, or he gets full of himself from so much attention from so many attractive females."

"One can only hope having a devoted slave will give him encouragement enough to live up to her expectations from her master rather than down to his baser desires," Sakura stated, intending it to be humorous but felt a brief flush of embarrassment as she felt a warmth wash over her thinking about being his slave again. It was something she couldn't really admit to except jokingly but he had been the kind of master she'd wished for when she'd been a slave, the kind she had begun to realize she'd subconsciously sought in her games of master and slave since that time. Proud though she was of the woman she'd become since then she knew one of the common threads binding her with her friends at the lounge was that search for a decent male to be partnered with. None of them had been successful so far in finding that male, but none of them had given up the hunt.

"With all that pampering basically rendering him harmless?" Fatima asked with a laugh and a wink to the panda. Drawing a brush out of one of her concealed pockets in her uniform she started brushing out the tip of her tail idly but thoroughly, a lifetime's practice at it almost making the grooming an instinct rather than a learned skill.

"There are certainly far less enjoyable ways of going about it," she replied before closing her eyes again and working to stifle a yawn. "I think I'm going to just nap here until I'm needed again, since it's my day off otherwise."

"I'll go ahead and leave you to your nap then," the ferret said in return, lithely regaining her feet and patting her friend on the head. "I'll be heading back to my place once I get cleaned up and changed, in case I'm needed for anything. I'll be back tonight though as usual."

"Anything important comes up I'll let you know," Sakura promised, a yawn escaping her this time around as she shifted to nestle in to get more comfy on the recliner. "See you tonight," she added before she dozed off, barely hearing the final parting goodbye of the ferret as she padded off.

She couldn't help thinking even in her drifting, dreamy state what good friends she had been blessed with after she'd joined up with Fatima and the others. They'd been through a lot together both before and after founding the lounge, and were tighter than blood kin could ever be, and while she wished more than just Isis were flexible like her she couldn't fault them for that. Her own taste for other females was a holdover to her time as a slave, although it didn't hinder her desire for males in the least. Primary education was focused on heterosexual relationships and ensuring good genetic diversity and healthy offspring, something one simply couldn't manage in a homosexual relationship. She was glad she at least could enjoy the broader pleasures of being with another female, even if the pickings were so few.

Once her thoughts began winding down that path she couldn't help but have a nice little dream twisting the reality of that pleasant session earlier with Patricia and her guest, and how easy it would have been to have planted her nose in the lapine's muff instead. Even though it was just a fantasy, as she'd never breach the trust with her friend doing that to her, it was still a source of good dreams as she lay there, remembering the taste of Brad and the smell of the bunny so close at hand. So out of it was she that the alert chime regarding the message sent to her by Patricia had increased to painful levels before she managed to shake herself awake.

With the fragments of the dreams evaporating from her waking mind she managed to speak the acknowledgement code to inform the computer she was awake, thoughts racing to catch up as she sorted things out in her head. It was with no small degree of thanks that the interface terminal was nearby, so she only had to pad a few feet over to call up the display with a deft manipulation of the virtual keyboard. Her eyes quickly scanned the message left for her by Patricia while she stretched and limbered herself back up again, even a brief nap requiring some stretching to wake everything up fully.

A bio-bed? Not something she expected to see a request for, and definitely would have necessitated a raised eyebrow in response if she had one. There wasn't any notation he was injured and if he had been she wouldn't have been the one called in to handle things, just the request to use their most comfortable med-bed for a massage table for their guest. Perhaps she wanted to make sure he wasn't suffering too much undo stress from all the attention he was getting, it wasn't hard to tell he likely hadn't had more than a few minutes alone since he'd arrived. Not that was necessary a bad thing but he did seem extraordinarily shy in her estimation, and even when she was being a harem slave none of them fit the heading of demure or modest.

Thankfully they had their portable med-beds space out at convenient spots throughout the building, both on the customer-side and on their private side of the lounge. The one she had in mind for comfortable was even along her way to pick up her massage oils, which would help things considerably, since she was sure she'd get their late and that'd so hurt her image as the prompt and ever-ready slave. It struck at her professional pride to fail at her duties, and she didn't care for having to beg for punishment for her failure, even when she knew it wouldn't be anything like from her days as a true slave.

Dashing through the hallways in a rustle of silks and fur and a stream of musk behind her she was thankful there weren't too many around this time of day, so she wasn't likely to bump into anyone in her haste. A quick detour into her personal room at the lounge to gather up her massage oils and she was off again, the basket looped over her right arm while she recovered the med-bed from its storage location in a recessed wall fixture.

Standing on edge it was nearly seven feet tall by four feet wide, with a depth of around eight inches, and suspended long way up in a similar manner to that of the carts earlier. The controls and handholds along the edge made it easy to guide as she pushed it along ahead of her, the plate easily controlled as she guided it up the stairs, the internal systems easily adjusting to the shift as she hurried the rest of the way along until she was back at the room she favored over all the rest, save perhaps the kitchen when she was free to cook. With the door keyed for her she didn't even have to hit the door pad before it opened from her to allow her inside.

Once she was back inside Sakura took the time to realign the bed to be parallel to the floor, sat her basket near the center, and maneuvered it over to the archway leading into the bath, mindful not to push it inside without checking first. Peeking through the curtains she saw Patricia and her guest resting in the sunken tub, the scented bath waters swirling around them as they nestled side by side. A tender smile tugged at the corners of her muzzle when she saw that, such moments a true indicator in her estimation of what was in one's heart, before she schooled herself back into her harem slave role (if simply a role it truly was), and took hold of the hovering bed to ease it through the curtains.

"Is the master ready for his massage yet?" she asks demurely, her eyes properly downcast as she slipped inside with the hovering bed, the recessed controls dancing beneath her fingertips as she quietly ran through the start-up sequence for the scanners imbedded within it. Once all the wake-up protocols were going it'd be doing real-time scans and the mundane deal of adjusting for the best comfort the table could offer to anyone lying upon it, and upload the data to the mainframe on the fly. By the time the massage was over at a minimum they'd know just how much fun they could have without imposing an undue amount of pressure upon him.

"Oh! Hi Sakura," Brad exclaimed, giving a bit of a start at her appearance, having been distracted by the relaxing action of the bubbling warm waters and Patricia's even more distracting company. "Uhm, sure, once I'm dried off. Do you want to go first Patricia?" he asked, not wanting to presume he should be first.

"No massage for me honey," she told him before planting a kiss on his cheek and standing up out of the water, fur washed flat to her body without any loss of her magnificence as she reached for one of the extra-absorbent towels stacked nearby. "I've some things I should check on, and Sakura can introduce you around to everyone once she's done massaging you. When you're done with that tour we can plan what else to do with the day, okay?" she asked as she began drying herself off, doing her best to get most of the water back into the tub rather than drip on the tiles before stepping the rest of the way out, toeclaws ticking over the solid surface.

"Oh, okay, sounds fine to me," he replied, embarrassed at the realization of how much of her time he was taking up, without even thinking about what previous plans he might be disrupting monopolizing her attention (even if he had been making that choice for him). Likely she and the others had many things that kept them busy and the fact that any of them wanted to share their off time with him he should see as the honor it was. At least she and the others he'd met had been doing their best to make him comfortable, and they were genuinely warm about him, as far as he could tell. Even with all the flirting and sex he didn't feel like it was just about being just there to service them but more than that.

It took little time for Brad to get dried off, with the lapine's aid added in to his own, although he couldn't help the knee-jerk shyness when she dried him off in the more intimate places. At least Sakura hadn't added to things by joining in, but had begun quietly laying out her massage oils at one end of the floating table instead. He wasn't sure he could have handled both of them casually touching him at the same time; besides, soon enough he'd have the red panda's hands all over him anyway.

"Here we go Master, let me help you up onto the table," Sakura purred to him once he was done, her earrings and other adornments chiming softly as she padded to his side of the table. She smiled as he took her hand and let her help him up, with some aid from Patricia on the other side.

"Thanks Sakura, I appreciate it," he told her with a smile of his own, then blushed a bit at the presentation it made of him from behind to both of them before he turned and sat on the edge of the table.

"You two have fun and see you both later," Patricia murred, her arms sliding around Brad to give him a warm hug. Even with her fur a mess from the drying she still looked divine, the way she carried herself leaving an almost palpable aura about her for anyone exposed to it. "I'll take care of my own grooming so you can focus on Brad, Sakura."

"Yes Mistress," she replied softly, and motioned for Brad to lay out on his back with his head on the small pillow she'd set up for it.

"Take care and see you later Patricia, and thanks for everything," he said in return, and then with as much casualness as he could manage he laid back on the tabletop and rested his hands along his sides. Shivering briefly while the padding beneath him adjusted to his contours and warmed enough to remove any chill, and the med systems took up their scanning.

A quick pat to the cheek and the lovely lapine was on her way, his eyes darting between her on her way out and up to gaze at Sakura as she prepared herself, dipping her fingerpads into the warm scented oils. The panda was the skilled professional as she dripped the oil onto his feet before lifting up the right one and beginning to massage it gently, braced for the inevitable squirming whenever she rubbed the sensitive spots.

"Oooooh but that feels nice," Brad declared with a happy sigh, fingers rubbing at the padding beneath them while he felt the warm oil soaking into his skin, and smelled the mix of their scents and the panda's own as they wafted through the air. "You're the only one I've ever had a massage from, never knew it felt so good."

'Master is too kind," she replied softly, fingerpads sliding between his toes as she took care of each one in turn, skin glistening in the false lamplight. "This one is glad she is able to tend to Master in a way new to him," she added, her voice settling into a happy little wordless tune as she focused on his foot as if it was all that existed in the world, ensuring that not the tiniest fraction of it went without a thorough massaging.

"You've been doing a lot of that believe me," he told her, then laid back and closed his eyes, humming softly in response to the continuing massage as she shifted from his foot to his ankle and eased her way up. While she didn't reply she was obviously pleased at the comment as she moved her right hand so she could give his left one a squeeze. The silence gently enveloped them as she worked; the only sounds those of her jewelry as she moved and the whisper of her silks.

Slowly spreading warmth radiated throughout Brad as the oils and her nimble fingers worked their magic across his body, his right leg then his left coming beneath the sway of her touch. Mindful of his shyness she did not embarrass him more than the minimum that could result as she tended to the insides of his thighs and oiled his sac and member tenderly. Since he wasn't in the position to see she allowed herself a smile as she padded around the table, the expression of peaceful relaxation on his face a reward beyond measure to her.

With no time restrictions hanging over her she lavished attention upon every digit and, muscle, and tendon until she was certain it was left in a state of complete relaxation. Every extremity soon limp before she shifted her focus to his chest, oil fresh on her fingerpads as she painted his skin in glistening trails, spreading it around before she pressed her fingerpads in gently, measuring the resistance before adjusting the pressure to the optimum levels for the task. It was so tempting to simply lay her hands on his chest and just feel him breathing and the beat of his heart beneath her fingers but she kept herself on her course, claws trailing lightly through his sparse chest hair until she'd finished up with his neck and shoulders.

"Master, may I roll you over to do your back now?" he heard her asking while her fingerpads were stroking and caressing his neck gently, and opened his eyes to find himself gazing up into hers as she looked down at him. He did an admirable job of not looking down into her cleavage too often, although that was really more for his reaffirming in himself that more than her bust line held his attention, since she made no effort not to make her bosom so visible.

"Sure, go right ahead dear," he languidly replied, so lazily afloat he didn't even realize he'd used a term of affection when answering her, his comfort levels quite high by this point. Sakura however didn't miss it and leaned down while she cupped his cheeks to let her lips brush his in a soft kiss, then briskly moved back up before he could respond and moved his arms and legs around to roll him onto his stomach. All that remained was to place a cushion beneath his feet to give them proper support and adjust the one for his head and set to her pleasure (since she couldn't call it work).

While there wasn't much left, just his back and bottom, she gave as much focused attention to what remained as she had the rest of him. It wasn't like she was in any hurry to finish up, and he wasn't showing any desire for things to end any time soon, so she drew things out as long as she could, complete with a dribble of oil between his rump cheeks and a gentle stroking and rubbing from his tailbone to his ball sac several times before reluctantly bringing things to an end.

"Has the master enjoyed his massage?" she asked softly, the gentle rubbing of her fingerpads felt along his neck and shoulders as he lay there, head turned to where he could watch her once he got his eyes back open.

"Immensely," he replied, having to repeat himself as the first time he said it his relaxed state had him whispering it almost too low even for her exceptional hearing to catch. "Thank you Sakura."

"This one was only doing her duty to her master," she purred softly, tail swishing about behind her as it reflected the pleasure she'd had in the task that her harem persona otherwise masked. Only the fact she wasn't truly a harem slave and knew she was free from punishment let her express herself like that, while she kept the rest of her behavior properly subservient as she stroked and rubbed his neck and shoulders still.

"Yes, you've done a very good job of that dear, but what would you like to do?" he asked her while managing with a major effort to draw his right hand up to where he could rest it against the back of hers on his shoulder.

"This one is doing what she wishes to do, serve her master," she replied.

"Now now, if I'm your master then you need to tell me what you'd like to do dear," he gently chided her, all the while smiling fondly up to her.

For the first time in quite a while the Sakura actually felt embarrassment take hold of her, even though what she would like to do was something she'd already done earlier. She really couldn't understand were it was coming from; it was almost as if she were opening up a part of herself she normally kept hidden and offering it up for possible ridicule. However shy she was starting to feel though she wasn't going to let it cause her to fall from the role she sought to play out and brought her so much pleasure.

"If the master wishes this one would like to go back to suckling him as she had earlier this morning," she told him while watching to see what his reaction would be, and left a larger spot of warmth for him with his reply.

"Well you'll have to roll me over first, or help me back into the other room to the bed," he stated, glad to make the lovely femme happy even with such an intimate and in many ways embarrassing activity. "Oh, uhm, wait, the bed's already messy from earlier," he added, blushing softly.

"The table will be just fine Master, this one will just lower it in order to make it safer," she purred, beaming at how understanding he was and his willingness to consider what she might like instead of just concerning himself with his pleasure. It didn't take long to lower the table either, a simple adjustment and it smoothly descended to knee height, making it easy indeed to climb onto the med-bed once things were ready and a pleasing look upward along the panda's body in the bargain.

There were a few other surprises waiting for him as he lay there, for after she'd gently rolled him back over and repositioned in a nicely comfy position she knelt there beside him and began to disrobe, beginning with her top. Uncertain as to why she was doing so he really couldn't find the means to give voice to his curiosity as to why she was doing so, and simply watched instead.

First she unhooked the silk from where it hooked to her collar and let it fall down, her ample breasts bared one after the other as the material fell away, revealing not only the full ripeness of her bosom but the thick piercings that lay at the base of her nipples and had been hinted at through the cloth. From the looks of them they weren't meant to be removed, although he wouldn't have a clue about the truth of that since he didn't know anything really about such things other than how they looked. Which, in her case, he had to admit they looked magnificent when added in with her already adorable figure, something he felt must be a fluke as most of the anthromorphs he'd seen were decidedly less blessed.

Once the top was unhooked and set aside Sakura stood and bent down, facing away from him and presenting her derriere and uplifted tail for his inspection with a distracting wiggle while she unfastened the silk from her anklets and let it dangle free. With only the coin belt remaining she drew herself back upright to where she could fiddle with the catches that held it in place, a bit of a twist putting her hip on display rather than her bottom or front. Knowing that the unveiling was part of the pleasure she took her time freeing it up, first the front falling open where he could not see, and then reaching back to undo the catches at the base of her tail and let it the silken leggings drop free with a jingle, and stood naked before her master, only the angle she was at concealing the rest of her from him.

"This one wishes to thank her master for his concerning himself with his slave's needs, and presents herself fully to him," she purred softly, slowly turning on the pads of her feet until she was facing him, her downward spiral in the process timed to end with her reaching down to stroke his chest lightly. With her crouched down like that beside him and the outward bend of her knee he was presented with a view of her mound that left him surprised and partially responsive down below his own waist at how much he could see, for there was nothing at all to impede his gaze. Where he expected to see fur, perhaps tight along the folds but fur nonetheless, she was as smooth as a newborn babe, the skin a uniform glossy black and at least three sets of rings to match those in her nipples lining her feminine petals. It had to be one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen, with the way she presented herself with such ease.

"You-, you make a very fine presentation Sakura," he squeaked, voice breaking like it never had in his youth, unable to keep his left hand from coming up to stroke along her leg and partway up her thigh, although not so bold as to go near her sex for the time being.

"Thank you Master," she beamed to him, and leaned down to nuzzle his chest affectionately, the scent of her musk augmented by that of her feminine dew now that it wasn't restrained by the thin silk covering. "May this one suckle Master now while Master inspects this one's charms?" she asked as easily and as innocently as another might ask to borrow a book or sweater from another.

"Oh, uh, sure, go right ahead dear," he said by way of encouragement, and got his next surprise as she limberly turned around and with a swift lift her leg straddled him and settled down with her sex right above his head while hers came to rest against his now erect member. He hadn't quite thought through what she'd said earlier about 'inspecting her charms' or what that'd entail, as in her putting her mound almost right into his nose for him to look at. Said look proving very detailed given the room's lighting and the way she kept her tail up against her back, coupled with how she was resting there wasn't anything he couldn't see.

Skin smooth and wrinkle free and black as night was the first impression to go dancing through his mind, the part trying to take things in steps he could handle without embarrassing himself or the lady he was with. It reminded him of some of the adult film clips he'd seen centered around schoolgirl or cheerleader sex, except this was no young teen or preteen female but a very mature and skilled femme of impressive talents. From the looks of her she was smooth in at least an inch from the base of her petals and around her sex and all the way down along the insides of her rump cheeks to her tailbase. While he had no idea if the impression was right or not it almost looked as if she simply didn't grow any fur there at all, either naturally or from it having been artificially denuded.

With such a close-up view presented to him he could count every ring through her folds as well, four sets of platinum to match the rest, and a single lone ring resting through the hood of her clit. Only the pull of the rings where they slipped through her labia marred the otherwise unblemished lines of her folds, glimpses of the pink inside showing through. He had to admit that they added to the exotic beauty of lovely panda now lying on top of him, not that he could ever handle something like that being done to himself, even if he thought a piercing could somehow magically make him attractive to women.

While he admired the sight and smell of his paramour she was engaged in similar activities with him as well, the warmth of her breath trailing over his gently throbbing member as she nuzzled in along its length. The rings through her nipples pressed into his belly while her breasts mashed into him, her ample mounds partly supporting her with their well-padded nature while she took her time like she hadn't been able to when she was first able to suckle him. A scarcity of hair around his crotch showed she either liked to shave or was naturally lacking in hair, either way something she liked as it let her tongue range over his erection from tip to base and bat his ball sac around playfully, while her fingers stroked and caressed the insides of his thighs.

The swipe of her tongue across his nether regions left his shaft bouncing about as she lapped at him, the stroking of her fingertips and claws invoking soft shivers as well. While there was a small measure of discomfort having someone on top of him he was growing used to it as the time passed, her fur warming him while her full nipples poked into his belly. Given the position and placement of her legs alongside his head it proved easiest for him to simply rub his hands over her back while he lay beneath her and stroke back to caress at her tailbase. With fur so soft he could easily have spent the day just enjoying how it felt against his skin without ever doing anything more intimate. Truly it was simply icing on the cake she was gifting him with so much more of her than that.

After enjoying the more thorough exploring of his nether regions to her heart's contentment she moved on to the main event with relish. Her lips pressed to the tip of his erection in a respectful kiss before she parted them and slid her muzzle down along his shaft. The flick of her ears and dance of her tail above her just a few of the obvious expressions of her pleasure as she drew him fully into her muzzle, tongue making a fine bed for it as she suckled softly. A throaty little purr rolled out of her to vibrate his crotch as she closed her eyes and nursed on his shaft, thankful once again for the chance encounter with a male so considerate as to indulge her like this. Most would have simply insisted on sex and quickly bored her from satisfying them; sure she'd have enjoyed the sex but it could only satisfy so much, and definitely not all her needs.

A few shivers ran up along her spine as she felt those fingers from her partner brushing particularly sensitive sports around her tailbase and rear entrance and set her ears perking up before settling back down. She couldn't resist smiling softly at how timid his initial explorations were of her; either that or he was taking his time like she was with him. The warm brush of his breath over her folds felt nice, made all the more so when he planted a gentle kiss of his own to her musky petals. Even the touch of his fingers once they slid down over her mound and caressed along the edges felt more like gentle curiosity than out of sexual intent. If the males where he came from were like him she couldn't help thinking how much she'd enjoy a long trip there in the future. Her last thought before she drifted off was how she hoped for more such opportunities in the future.