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Save Point: Ribbon Cake

Age Of Eversion

Terrowne is doing the dragon thing with the werewolfess stripper (Cleo can tell because he just wiped a tiny point of blackness from the corner of his eye, which means he is _seeing_her). Thus-

"Hello there. Well, I have to say, you are a wonderful sight to see. Especially since I just love icing."

The werewolfess has just popped out of a cake, and is actually quite well dressed in an outfit designed to look like stylized bows have been tied around her, matching the ribbons on the cake. (Cleo tried to incubate as many sethura cultural traditions as she could remember into the raising of Setris and Avrayel, and the one about ribbons seems to have taken quite well. The werewolves are big fans of ribbons.) Unfortunately, the cake topping has gotten smeared across her behind as she hopped down, with a hand from the guest of honor.

"Wha'do'you mean icing?" asks the werewolfess, who has a distinct Californi-yea accent. Shes evidently an import from the orange groves.

"They call it something different in the states. Ah, yeah - frosting, I think is the word. You got a little on you when you hopped down." He curls a fingertip across her flank to get a sample, licks it deliciously. "Mmmm, vanilla."

Cleo smiles felinishly at the success of her gift. An exotic werewolf Terowne has never met before is a good accomplishment, especially given the limited timescale involved (she had one day to plan the event, but a party is something she could throw in under a minute). Getting the perfect present was more tricky, since it had to be something they could share.

Having paused briefly in a long stretch to observe the progress of affairs, she makes another spin round the pole she has set up in the corner of the living room, and checks the feedback in the camera viewing screen. Tonight's entertainment for the rest of the guests is a brief exercise in transformation porn, which she had already planned and scheduled, but only for a live studio audience of just one (the interweb doesn't count as a real audience, she always insists). Since the werewolves love transformation porn (which they find to be equal parts sexy and hilarious) she has expanded the viewing to them.

After the obligatory muscular straining and looks of distress, dismay and sexual arousal designed to accompany her 'inadvertent transformation', she gets onto the real pink of the piece by starting the first main special effect, in which she literally bursts out of her tiny pair of jeans by pushing with her trapped tail until they give way along an engineered seam. The werewolves cheer with raucous acclaim as she stares with horror at her 'newly formed tail'. The unfortunate wardrobe accident leaves the jeans hanging either side of her hips, but completely exposes everything else in the middle that isn't covered by the worlds smallest leather thong. She bends over to check her 'extending talons' in case they didn't get the point.

The view between her legs shows Terrowne still talking to the California werewolf as he shoos her into the bathroom to 'get cleaned up'. "I always love licking the icing off the spatula whenever someone is making a cake......" his manipulation trails off as the door closes behind them.

For special effect number two, she expands her chest to burst out of her brassiere. Since cats can compress their ribcage for greater agility (even with her titanium inlays) all she has to do is exhale, pin the straps under her arms and take a deep, deep breath and cough. "Oh no! My tits are growing totally huge!" she wails insincerely, feeling herself up thoroughly for the viewers. Half the werewolves are laughing; one has fallen over. Eat that, movie industry!

The final trick, once she's snarled and stretched and torn off everything else bit by torn piece, is to detonate the leather thong with a whip-like crack as she leans back on her knees with her legs spread, straining and gasping as the material bites in between the lips of her pussy. "Oh goddess! So tight! Ohhh! Please help me! Sekhmet have mercy! Arrrgh!"

The leather needs a little help (it's impossible to judge the exact strength in advance, and it can't be weakened too much or you lose the snapping sound) but Cleo is always prepared to cheat and she can quench any slight smouldering that otherwise might be seen at the break point by making sure it's located in the juicy spot at the base of her pussy. Crack!!!!! The thong sails across the room and is caught with impossibly fast instinct reflex by someone furry. The werewolves are completely mesmerized. The thong is passed around for enthusiastic sniffing. The werewolves know the whole thing is fake, so they aren't put off by any hints of smoke.

The finish is easy, as all it requires is for her to 'desperately jerk off to fulfill her raging sexual needs' until she achieves a 'soul-rending climax with frantic additional snarling.' Since she often does herself anyway and can make herself come in just a few seconds, several enjoyable viewing minutes are had by all. When she's done and has spent a while longer 'delighting in her newly transformed body' to get the edge off, she leans over to turn the camera off and, in the same motion, accepts a congratulatory cigarette from an enthused werewolfess, who turns out to be the same California girl Terrowne was last seen playing with.

"Go well, did it?" she enquires as she puts her spare set of clothes back on and waves aside other admirers. The werewolves are arguing over who gets the various clothing bits as souvenirs.

"He's quite something, isn't he?" answers the werewolfess cheerfully. "I'm going to think of him every time I lick the frosting off the beater - oh my! Did you know he opened the door again so I could watch your act over his shoulder? I was laughing when I came! It was the most wonderful time I've had in ages!"

Cleo goes circulating around the newly resumed party (first snagging a tray of little snacky things she will not insult by calling canapes, to hand off as she goes) and eventually finds Terrowne in a quiet corner, where he has achieved complete control over a large bowl of flaky chips with sea salt and accompanying dip, by apparently intending to eat them all. "Hello there sweety! Care to double-dip with me?" he offers as she comes into range.

"You are naughty," she states, taking the bowl. "I know you used the dragon thing to give that girl the perfect ending - while you positioned her so that you could watch me getting off in the mirror. I've told you so many times about doing that; I wanted you to get to know her for herself, not to make love to the thought of me. You do that too much."

"I'm sorry, catling," he says. "I just can't let you go. You're always with me, wherever I am."

She just looks at him and eats some chips, nomming on the dip.

"There's still enough time," he suggests, reconciliation at the ready. "We could take her to bed together; I _was_wanting something we could share. There's no hungry thoughts of you to distract me if you're already there."

Cleo accepts the offer; takes him by the hand; allows him to allow himself to be lead back to the main action of the drinks and dips and snacky things. The werewolfess smiles, glad to see them, still on a warm high from the earlier action. They take her up to the upstairs bedroom, to get to know her better.

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