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This story was written for Train on Furaffinity as story #5 of my 2014 Iron Author Challenge. :3 It contains discussion of M/F sexual acts between consenting adults. :3

The Inquisition

They were all there. Alice, Kelly, Bobbi, Sasha, Ji-Lin and Gloria, sitting around the kitchen table in their pyjamas and night-robes, a stack of clean empty plates on the table amidst them, and an almost empty pot of coffee resting next to a stack of already used mugs. All eyes were on Kuwanna, wide, eager, twinkling with enthusiasm as the bear let them all drink in the realisation of where she had been all night, and what she had been doing.

Ji-Lin spoke with mirthful wonder, the Bernese mountain dog's own cheeks glowing as though it was her who was being confronted by such a lewd accusation, rather than being the one to announce it aloud.

"You and Combat?"

Combat was the code-name of Joseph Thomas. The code-name of the man whose home she had gone to the night before, and whose home she had remained in... both for sleep, and other, infinitely less restful actions.

Kuwanna smiled as she thought of him. The serval who had been all over her last night. Touching her. Tasting her. Slipping inside her and...

The bear's blush deepened as she felt a flutter of excitement down between her legs. Her housemates must have picked up on this fact, or at least taken her silence as a concrete affirmation of what they were all already thinking, for they began to giggle and smirk like school-girls rather than grown women, never mind superheroes.

"So?"

It was Gloria who asked the question that was on all the ladies' lips, the tall, muscular equine female leaning forward in her chair, an action which all the others soon copied in playful unison.

Playing dumb, Kuwanna cocked her head to one side, fighting not to smile. She knew exactly what her friends wanted to know, and frankly she was happy to tell them. They had no secrets in this house; they'd all been through far too much with one another to be bothered by such a silly thing as sexual intercourse between two people they knew. But just because she was happy to tell them, didn't mean that the bear didn't want to make her housemates work for the knowledge they sought.

"So? So what?"

Bobbi squeaked in exasperation, the mouse throwing her arms up wildly.

"Oh come on! What do you think we want? To know if you guys had coffee?! Tell us, Ranger! Did you screw him?"

All the women of the house stared at Bobbi for a moment, shocked that the small, tender hearted mouse was the one to have phrased the question so blatantly. Their interest soon turned back to the bear however, and all eyes returned to Kuwanna as she gazed up pensively at the kitchen ceiling, like she was debating how best to answer this complex question.

Eventually though, after another fifteen or twenty seconds of making her housemates squirm, she smiled, almost proudly, and nodded.

"I did. We did."

The assembled ladies glanced at one another, each and every one of them suddenly beaming broadly. They may have been superheroes, tasked with far greater responsibilities than most ungifted people, but that didn't stop them from having the same guilty pleasures as the rest of the world. And there were fewer more satisfying guilty pleasures than a good piece of gossip, never mind a delectable titbit such as this, from a first-hand source.

Without waiting for further probing, Kuwanna closed her eyes, sighing softly as she thought of the night she had just spent with the serval.

"He's... he's a real man. There's no pretension to his actions. He didn't try to act all butch or cool with what was happening. He knew what I wanted, just like I knew what he wanted, and we faced it head on."

Unable to help herself, Alice chipped in with a rather urgent question; the canid woman's hands clenched tightly into fists in her lap, as though fighting not to slide elsewhere and occupy themselves with matters of self-satisfaction.

"Was he big?"

Kuwanna nodded, licking her lips unconsciously as she recalled the initial moments of her blow-job; of tasting Combat for the first time, of feeling his size and girth and stiffness inside her muzzle.

"Yes. Not a monster mind you, but more than big enough to get the job done. And he did... more than once."

The ladies murmured approvingly, having between them had more than their share of duds when it came to bedroom performance of male visitors. It was Sasha however who giggled as she asked the next, and perhaps most obvious follow-up question.

"So, you've had your turn... when's mine?"

Kuwanna's eyebrows rose, and she snorted with laughter. The raccoon was kidding, obviously, but the idea of sharing Combat around her friends was strangely appealing in its own fantasy, never actually going to happen kind of way. After all, there was no way she could properly describe how much she had enjoyed her physical encounter with the serval, no matter how lewd and explicit her choice of words. Not that she wouldn't try, of course.

"Let's see... today's a Sunday, right? So that would mean if we take into account the leap year, you'll have a shot with him... never."

Sasha pouted huffily, though she was barely able to hold back a grin as she tried to appear upset. Meanwhile it fell to Kelly to take over the questioning, the feline female leaning even further forward as her curiosity overflowed.

"Seriously though, Kuwanna... what was he like?"

The bear actually did consider this question seriously for a moment before answering, thinking back on her night with Combat and figuring out exactly what kind of lover she had been with. The result made her blush.

"He was... he was very tender, at first. Kissing me and touching me so reverently, like I was his queen. But, I didn't let him stay that way. I... I wanted him too much, and we got caught up in one another pretty quickly. From there, it was all hard and heavy."

Glora spoke up again, eyes twinkling with devious delight as she thought about what her friend had been through.

"I'll bet. It must have been pretty intense to keep you out of commission till this time of the morning, particularly on your day for making breakfast."

Kuwanna blushed guiltily, shrugging as she made a teasing admission.

"Actually, I was up early enough to get back here on time. But... uh... he joined me in the shower, and..."

The whole household spoke up in unison, calling out together in enthused disbelief.

"Again?"

Nodding, the bear's whole face reddened. By now, having spent so long discussing this rather intimate matter and therefore thinking about it in some detail, she was becoming rather aroused. The blush upon her face was easy enough to explain away, but the moisture she could feel forming between her legs; the throbbing heat that centred there, demanding that something be done about it, that was less simple to ignore or admit to her friends.

"So, it wasn't just the once? Does this mean... are you guys going to get together again?"

It was only when Ji-Lin asked that question that Kuwanna realised, she had no idea about the answer. They hadn't really spoken about it, her and Combat. Their farewell had been short and friendly, just like they were parting after a drink at a bar, rather than a night and morning of hot, wet, pleasure filled passion.

She knew what she wanted to answer though, and as ever, had no intention of lying to her friends.

"I hope so. Even if it is just physical. I... I think I really needed that. We both did, after recent events."

Kuwanna fell silent for a moment or two, but soon spoke up again, wanting to excuse herself before a second round of quick-fire questions could begin and further delay her ever building need for some intimate, solitary relief.

"Now, if you don't mind I'm gonna go take a shower. Then I promise, I'll cook you guys my signature scrambled eggs!"

Turning away from her housemates, back into the hallway and the short walk to one of the several bathrooms in this large house, Kuwanna had only just made it out of the room when she heard Ji-Lin calling out after her.

"Wait... didn't you say you already showered this morning?"

A moment later, the bear heard her friend cry out in shock and discomfort as someone, probably Gloria, either elbowed her in the side or kicked her gently in the shin.

"What? I'm just asking a..."

Her voice trailed off, and she gasped as for the second time that morning sweet realisation dawned upon her.

"Oh. Oh, she's going to..."

Again, all the rest of Kuwanna's housemates chorused their response.

" Yes!"

The bear herself meanwhile could only smile and blush as she stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

Within thirty seconds, the hiss of the shower running could be heard from the kitchen, where the women were all sipping their cooling coffee silently, each individually trying to pretend like they weren't listening in on Kuwanna when that was in fact precisely what they were all doing.

Another minute or so later, they heard the first poorly contained moan of pleasure from down the hallway.

By the time five minutes had passed, those moans had become cries.

And finally, almost ten minutes after the water began to flow, a volatile shriek echoed through the house; followed swiftly by a fevered wail of a very familiar name.

"C-Combat!"

The women's eyes collectively widened, and their cheeks flushed violently not just with embarrassment, but with envy.

To make the normally stoic, rather reserved bear erupt like that just at the memory of his time with her... they may not have been seriously jealous of Kuwanna's time with Combat before, but perhaps they should have been. If that scream was a true representation of what the serval could do to a woman... then goddamn, they had a lot more questions to pose to their housemate.

By Jeeves ~ 1,705 words