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Act 2: Festivals in Spring

Clank! Clank!

Sssssssssszzzzzzz!

Scrape! Scrape! Scrape!

Pooooouurrrrr!

Didn't she say she was only going to pour him a cup of coffee?

Being awake so early – at the crack of dawn mind you – was a feeling that was alien to Oswald... yet also familiar. It brought back memories of college days, when he needed to wake up at around 7 AM to take a few metro trains to get to his campus. Only now, instead of waking up in his dreary, lonely apartment, he woke up with a lovely vixen, as her delicious foods filled his nose.

If he had this years ago, maybe he would be a bit more social...

After their night of passion, they returned to the inn's diner following a quick freshening up in the shower. He had fully dressed himself in one of his usual collection of slacks and button up shirts, with Vishtar... also wearing one of his button up shirts. And with what they did last night, it was virtually impossible for Oswald's mind not to wonder.

The air was weird here. Vishtar in her shorts which flaunted her peachy butt, and his button shirt on her chest that draped her form like a sexy curtain, kept reminded him of what they did just an hour or so ago. Oswald was no virgin, but he'd be lying if he said his first time was anything more than 'lacking'. College experimentation sounds fun... until you actually do it.

But last night, he was like a completely different person. The way he touched and groped Vishtar's body, the things he did to her, was stuff he'd only imagine in his most sauciest of dreams. And now that very same woman was cooking him breakfast the following morning. A fitting way to start the day following such an erotic night.

“Are you okay back there, Oswald...?" Vishtar asked as she looked over her shoulder towards him, a smitten smile on her cheeks, “You're so quiet. I'd argue even more than usual. I thought you'd be asking me a thousand questions. Kufu! You barely even touched me when we were showering together."

“W-was I supposed to...?" he replied, a blush on his cheeks, “I didn't because... we were showering and... I didn't want to overstep my boundaries..."

“Kufufufufufu! You're such a gentleman, Oswald," she said as she turned around with plates in hand, “You don't just take things. You wait until it's given to you. I wonder if... hm..." her face bent into a thoughtful expression, before shaking it off, “Never mind. Kufu. I hope you enjoy your meal."

“I... I'm sure I will..."

Smiling softly, he watched as she placed her plate down before him. It was like Millikan's meal yesterday, only replace the Belgian waffle with silver dollar pancakes. The bacon and eggs were the same however, just with a bit more salt and less pepper compared to her daughter's... not that Oswald cared. Delicious, home-cooked eggs were still so amazing.

Vishtar sat opposite of him, watching as he enjoyed his meal. For a few moments he was unaware of this, but it's kind of hard to completely ignore a vixen staring at you.

Looking up, Oswald's brown eyes met Vishtar's green ones, and for a few moments they just looked at one another. Her expression was curiosity mixed with amusement and even attraction, what with how her eyes pensively looked him over, yet her lips curled into a smirk. The face was enough to draw a blush to Oswald's cheeks; he just wasn't used to being the eye of attraction to anyone, let alone someone as beautiful as Vishtar.

“Why...?" he said, making her chuckle.

“Finally. I was wondering when you'd ask," she leaned in and propped her head up with her hand, “I already told you why last night though... hmm..." pulling in, she blushed herself as her arms crossed over one another defensively, “I too have my lonely times... and you and... and Tonbo... you're nothing alike, so... um..." she looked back, “You're a very handsome man, Oswald."

“I... haaaah... I know but..." he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, “What we did was a bit more than just a... passing attraction. I know what a one-night stand is... and last night wasn't it. It was too... what we did was too..." he clinched at the air, “too... I don't know... passionate?"

“Kufufufu. You're so interesting, Oswald," Vishtar commented as she reached across the table to cup his cheek, “Any other man in your position would have been happy with the sex. Kufu... I see why Millikan likes you."

“Right! M-Millikan!" he shook his head, “Wait... if Millikan does like me, then why did you--"

Eeeaaarrrk!

Oswald tensed up, his gaze cutting over towards the dinner's back entrance. Millikan was there, standing in the relative shadows of the hall in what might as well be her trademark sweatshirt and overalls. She looked at them, appearing confused, bewildered even, while Oswald and Vishtar stared back. Her mother looked nonplussed... their guest, not so much.

“Good morning, Milli," said the matronly vixen while her daughter walked in slowly.

“G-good morning," she muttered, “Mom and... O-Oswald and... um..."

Her blue eyes darted left and right, looking at Oswald's embarrassed face, and her mother's nonchalant one. They couldn't see it, but in her mind, the young fox was replaying the images of last night in her head. She saw Oswald, naked and strong, with his burly cock pounding away into her mother's body. And Vishtar as well; she perfectly envisioned her mother's naked form in all of its erotic glory.

So to see them now being relatively normal, made Millikan's heart race... and discomfort grow. It's strange knowing how two people look when in the throes of passion. It's even stranger when one of those people she was unconsciously attracted to, and the other person was her own mother!

Millikan wanted to just shout out that she knew they were fucking; that she secretly caught them in the at last night! But if she did that, things would only become more awkward between them all! So instead she grabbed her arm and sheepishly looked away, while a blush adorned her cheeks.

“Y-you're up early... Ozzie-wald..." the young fox muttered, her usually bouncy and beaming expressions being noticeably gone, “Did something happen?"

“N-no... I was just... uh..." Oswald muttered, wondering if he should lie or not. Fortunately for him, he wouldn't need to...

“Milli..." Vishtar said, snapping her daughter's gaze over.

“Yes, Mom?"

“What is today?"

“Um... Wednesday...?" she answered, to which Vishtar nodded.

“Uh-huh... and what's happening Friday...?"

“Friday...?" the young fox repeated, before tensing and hopping up, “Oh! Right! The Spring Festival is Friday!"

“The... Spring Festival...?" Oswald muttered, “What's that?"

“The Spring Festival is an event we through here on Meridia," Millikan explained, “It dates back decades. I think to the early 1800s in fact. Meridia's just an island off the mainland, but it has its own customs. One of which is Mr. Meridia himself and his family, who first settled on the island. He came from a fair off land where they always fished, and from how the story goes, he brought back with him their customs. Every spring, everyone gets together in the town square, setting up stalls and grills, and... we just talk and hang out and listen to music. It's suppose to help foster in a good season of fish... but I think it's just an excuse for a lot of us to get drunk in the middle of the day."

“Milliiiii..."

“B-but I'm just being honest!" she replied, before stepping up towards Oswald.

For a moment, her usually chipper and bright attitude returned, especially when those blue eyes looked towards him. He could read the excitement on her face, and it was impossible for him not to feel his heart be warmed by it.

“Since you're here, Ozzie-wald on vacation... why don't you join us for the Spring Festival? I bet you'll love it! I... I could..." her eyes grew wide as she clapped her hands together, “I could even grill burgers for you! You like burgers, right? I bet mine'll be the best you've ever had!"

Again, it was hard not to be charmed by Millikan's excitement, and Oswald felt himself relaxing around the tomboyish fox. But as he saw her smile, and read those bright blue eyes, he couldn't help but to think about the vixen sitting just a few feet away from them.

I think Millikan is smitten with you.

Those were Vishtar's very own words, and even though Oswald believed it, that didn't stop both him and the matronly vixen from sleeping with one another. Strange... it made him feel like he was betraying the young fox, even though they weren't in a relationship, and Millikan herself hadn't claimed she liked him. He and her mother only assumed she had feelings for the man from Station Heights.

But, hey, he is here on Meridia; this is his vacation. So why not enjoy the local festivities and relax while eating and drinking? Even though he's not really much of a drinker.

“Well... your burgers better be as good as you're making them out to be!" he said, garnering a cocky grin and glare from the young fox.

“Is that a challenge, Ozzie-wald?" she said, her tone arrogant yet excited, “Well! I better not mess it up! I'll make you a burger so good, you'll be begging me to cook for you for the rest of your life!"

Her pompous tone filled the air of the dinner, causing Oswald to chuckle, all while Vishtar looked between the two. Their guest was so muted and silent; damn-near anti-social, the vixen would argue. Meanwhile, Millikan was loud, boisterous and proud, with this boyish edge to her. In some way, they complemented each other.

And yet... something was oddly missing; Vishtar couldn't put her finger on it. Aaah... but maybe she was just thinking too hard on it.

“Milli...?"

“Hm? Yeah, Mom?"

“Don't you have a few errands you need to run?" the vixen asked, causing her to tense up, “Like you said, the festival is soon, so we all must do our part to prepare for it. Which means..." she gestured for the garage, “Since someone was in such a rush last night to cook fettuccine, why don't you go and take stock of our parts like you were supposed to do. I'll go and cook you some breakfast while you're doing it."

“Ugggghh...! Fine, Mom," the fox bemoaned as she pulled back and headed for the garage door.

“And don't run through it! There's no point in taking stock if you're just gonna be wrong!"

Millikan audibly groaned yet again, but didn't say another word as she slipped through the garage door to leave Vishtar and Oswald alone again. With a chuckle, the matronly vixen swept her eyes back over towards the man before him, and he did likewise so that they could look at one another.

“Told ya," she said, “Milli's just rushing to spend time with you, Oswald."

“But I don't get it..." he said, “I've only known her a day..." he shook his head, “Why would she be so attracted to me?"

“Kufufufu...! Even after fucking me so hard last night, you really don't see yourself as all that handsome," Vishtar commented as she reached over to ruffle Oswald's hair, “I don't know if that makes you humble, stupid, blind, or all three. Hmm..." she cocked her head, marveling at him, “You really are like a puppy..."

“Wait... Vishtar..." he muttered, “If Millikan really does like me... then why did you... why did--"

“My daughter's been so very, very lonely," Vishtar said as she stared at the garage door, cutting him off, “Making matters worse... she's so very jealous. Kufu... Millikan's always been the jealous type! I think the only person who doesn't see it in her, is her. Kufu! I remember when her father was still around, that she'd always get angry whenever we were close and she wasn't in the middle. She'd always rush in to hug him. She was very much a daddy's girl, so I know him leaving really hurt her."

“I don't get it..." Oswald muttered, “What are you talking about...?"

Vishtar looked back at him, her green eyes sliding into a more alluring gaze.

“I don't think she knows how to connect to a man she likes. She probably doesn't even realize she is attracted to you. But she certainly feels the jealousy..."

“Vishtar..."

The matronly vixen didn't answer him, at least, not with her lips. Instead she brought her hand over to the collar of his shirt, gripping it. Then she brought him in... slowly... slowly... slowly...

Their eyes closed shut...

“Mmmfff..."

“Mmm..."

Their lips met in a soft kiss above the table. At first it was chaste, but then Vishtar's tongue slithered into his mouth. Oswald met her tongue, causing them to wrestle between the gaps of their lips. Between them, the tastes of their lips were laced with eggs and pancakes and syrup; adding spice to their already passionate tongues.

And Millikan saw it.

The door to the garage had a window in it, one that allowed someone to stare to the diner and vice-versa. She could see the two sharing a kiss, acting and looking like a pair of lovers. This side of the two, this side they were hiding from her... it made her so angry, so... jealous!

Vishtar wasn't her mother, but instead this beautiful woman. And Oswald wasn't their guest, but instead an amorous man. They showed these faces only to one another, and not to her.

“Nghh...!"

Millikan pouted... puffed up her cheeks... and bawled her hands into fists. But instead of walking through the door, she turned around.

She had work to do.

…

The town of Meridia.

“Hm..."

Soft winds blew along Oswald, his hands in his pockets, his sharp eyes taking in the splendor of his immediate location. How had he not yet taken the time to just enjoy Meridia until now? His window was pointed to the beaches, and he's walked and even drove through the island's namesake town, but it wasn't until now that he just slowly took the time to...

Stare...

On he sidewalk Oswald strode as he headed into Meridia Town proper. It sat at the foot of a larger mountain... though, calling it a mountain may be a bit extreme. It was more like a large hill, one which was covered with a variety of trees, making it into a large forest. There were some breaks and gaps in the foliage – open fields and other homes – but it seemed as if a majority of people lived either in or around Meridia Town itself.

At least as far as he could see on this side of the island, though if he really wanted to, he could easily walk its entire perimeter in under a day. Maybe he will, actually... hm...

This was something Oswald had never done before. Having never gone on vacation, this was his first time partaking in the silent joy that is sightseeing. He did something akin to this when he first moved to Station Heights, but that time distinctly lacked this sense of whimsy he felt now. It was a calming, soothing, and even exciting feeling to look at his surroundings and just... enjoy them.

This was different from yesterday when he went to the beach. Not to say that Meridia beach wasn't beautiful of course, but more because he was busy keeping his eyes on the vixen he was walking with. Ah... Vishtar... just thinking about her made his body grow excited. How could it not considering what they did with one another at night? But he didn't understand why she slept with him.

But he had an idea of what...

Vishtar was trying to play it cool, but he was no idiot. While he may not be the most sociable of people, that didn't make him ignorant to the feelings of others. Perhaps Vishtar was...

“HEEEEY! OOOZZIEEE-WAAAALLD!!!"

Coming to a halt, Oswald looked over his shoulder to where the cry came from, his eyes falling on a moped that was driving into view. And who else was driving the moped, but of course Millikan. The young fox came to a halt beside him where she pulled up the shades she was wearing, revealing her blue eyes and the beaming face she wore.

“Where ya goin', Ozzie-wald?" Millikan asked, her cheeky grin spreading out on her face.

“Um..." he looked to the side, “I was just heading to Meridia. Just... um..." he shrugged his shoulders, “Sightseeing, I guess..." he then looked back as he raised an eyebrow, “What about you? Shouldn't you be working right now?"

“Kee-hee-hee! I don't work all the time, Ozzie-wald!" she countered, “Not like you, Mr. 'How do I take a vacation'! Kee-hee-hee!"

“Hmm... are you just here to bother me...?" he asked, though his snarky tone gave way to a grin of his own.

“Ooooh! Kee-hee-hee! No, I'm not! Buuuuuuuuuuuttt! Since you're heading to Meridia, and I'm heading to Meridia, why don't you get on my moped and drive us there? I remember you promising to tell me about the mainland! Saying you'll answer aaannnnyyy question I got if I ask. So..." she moved back on her moped, offering the brunt of the seat to him, “Get on, Ozzie-wald! I got a hundred or so questions I wanna ask you, and I'm not taking 'no' for an answer!"

For a moment, he thought about countering with a snarky statement of his own, perhaps say something teasing. But instead, a smile spread out on his lips as he stepped forward.

“Yes ma'am," he said whilst grabbing a hold of the moped's handlebars.

Sitting down on the motorbike, he was immediately grabbed upon by Millikan, her firm chest pressed to his back. But this time, it didn't make him blush from embarrassment. Perhaps sleeping with Vishtar produced some sort of shield against something like this, in its own, strange little way. Or perhaps he just more comfortable around Millikan now than he was when he first road on her moped with her.

She hugged herself close to him, her chin resting on his shoulder, while her hands got a feel of his body beneath his button up shirt. This body... she couldn't help but to imagine it the previous night. How glorious it looked with all of its sweat, and how strong he revealed himself as being. If this body got its hands on her, it would--

Crank!

“Aah!?"

Twisting on the throttle, Oswald took to the roads of Meridia while also taking Millikan off guard. Her thoughts were cut short and she gripped tighter on his body, while her blue eyes stared over to his face. And... she had to say...

Oswald was looking far better now than he had when he first arrived. His somewhat dour, sullen looks had been replaced with a more bright disposition. He was actually smiling, and his brown eyes had this glow to him. She wouldn't outright say he was this beaming bastion of beauty, but she'd be lying if she said he didn't look better than he originally did.

Why is that? Hm... was it because of the sex? Was that why he was far more chipper now? Just thinking about it made Millikan's blood boil. He was fucking her mom, and now it made him into a goofy, smiling fool! It was almost enough to make her punch him and shout out that she knew what they were doing!

But she couldn't. Not when seeing Oswald be so happy made her chest feel... good. Her heart beat in this irregular manner, and she felt butterflies float in her stomach. She didn't like these feelings... but the only way to make them go away, was to hug up to Oswald even closer.

So she did...

“Hmmm..."

He raised an eyebrow. Millikan was so much closer now than she had been before. It was almost like she was outright snuggling against his back. This didn't take long for his thoughts to drift to Vishtar, and how oddly familiar this was. The matronly vixen also liked to snuggle... ahh..

This is odd... he shouldn't be comparing a girl to her mother in terms of how they hug one another. If anything, this just made Oswald wonder what Vishtar's game was. The matronly vixen was up to something, but he couldn't tell what.

“Hey, hey! Ozzie-wald!" Millikan said, “Take a left here; we'll head into town square and you can buy me some ice cream!"

“I... don't remember agreeing to that, but sure..." he replied, making her chuckle.

They took a left just as Millikan said, heading into the town's heart proper. Before Oswald took note of how antiquated and rustic Meridia was. But now as he drove into the town's heart, he discovered more stone buildings. The town square – much like the rest of the island – had this quaint charm to it. Circular in design, it had many buildings surrounding its central fountain, with the largest building being what he assumed was the town hall.

People were walking about, with the air being far less busy than it had been before. No one was working, and if they, they probably were out at sea fishing. Instead, people were casually talking with one another as they walked around. Husbands and wives, sisters and brothers, parents and their children; Oswald was seeing a larger number of people now than he had before since arriving.

And Millikan seemed to know everyone.

“Hey Mr. Shum! Heya, Mrs. Garlo! Hi Ted! Hi Mindy! How's it goin' everyone!" she then tugged on Oswald's shoulder, “Hey! Hey! Ozzie-wald! Park over there!"

“I got ya."

Coming to a halt a nearby parking lot, Oswald brought their moped to a halt, with Millikan hopping off first. The boisterous vixen faced him with a grin on her lips, before letting her excitement get a hold of him. Grabbing his hand, she tugged him off of his moped, forcing Oswald to his feet. But he merely laughed it off.

But then that laughter was cut short when she hugged close, grabbing and holding his arm much like how Vishtar did yesterday at the beach. Unlike her mother who was more refined, Millikan squeezed on his arm. Her excitement was palpable; she was like a child given a toy. He wanted to say something, but her mother's words bounced around in his head.

I don't think she knows how to connect to a man she likes. She probably doesn't even realize she is attracted to you.

He still didn't understand why anyone was attracted to him. At worse he'd see himself as bland, at best he saw himself as boring, and yet both Millikan and Vishtar were attracted to him. Was there something about him he didn't see?

Yes...

Millikan saw it in him. He was tall, taller than her, and he was kind. There was this warmth, this empathy that emanated from Oswald that was hard to describe. Whenever she looked at him, whenever she heard him speak, whenever she so much as smelled him, it imbued the fox with this sense of caring that she hadn't felt before. It was different from the love she got from her mother, instead being so... so... so...

New.

And then there was the fact that she knew what he looked like beneath his clothes. He wasn't shrimpy, wasn't lanky, but instead surprisingly fit. Did he work out at Station Heights, or had he just been blessed with an active build?

And what of that ferocious libido of his? Oswald was human, but when he grabbed her mother's wrists and pounded his cock inside of her, he transformed into some carnal best. Just thinking about how he reduced her mother – her beautiful, erotic mother – to nothing more than a moaning, roar bitch, was enough to make Millikan shiver.

She didn't understand. Not only was Oswald attractive, but her mother was too. He was a man of the opposite sex... and Vishtar was a woman. For the first time last night, Millikan realize this. Her mother wasn't just her mother, she was a woman. A beautiful, ephemeral, erotic woman, and Oswald brought that side out of her as this lustful, romantic, carnal man.

And just thinking about it made Millikan...

“Milli...?"

“AAH!?"

She quickly leaped back, her eyes wide as she stared at him. He looked back with equal confusion due to her outburst. For a few moments, the two just stood there, with Oswald eventually saying,

“You wanted ice cream... right...?"

“I uh... um..."

Millikan stared ahead. They were at Mr. Tarlow's ice cream shoppe.

It was a simple outdoor little stand, one manned by a goat who was over forty years Millikan's senior. However, said aged goat – much like Oswald – stared at her in a confused and concerned manner, as if they were worried about her well-being. She just spaced out for a moment there, giving a kind of face that neither of them had ever seen before.

“Guuh... uhhh... um...! Ch-chocolate ice cream!" Millikan suddenly shouted as she faced on the goat, “You now the kind I like, Mr. Tarlow! The chocolate! A-and sprinkles! Lots of sprinkles!"

“Weeeeeelll... okaaaay, Milli," said the ornery goat, a chuckle leaving his lips as his eyes swept over to the man before him, “Good afternoon to ya, sonny boy. What are you gettin'?"

“Uhh... do you have vanilla? With caramel and nuts?" Oswald asked, making the goat chuckle once again.

“Do I ever. Just sit right there you two."

Standing idly by, Oswald and Millikan watched as the goat produced two waffle cones in one hand, and then his mighty silver scoop in the other. With practiced ease, Mr. Tarlow scooped perfectly sculpted sphere after perfect sculpted sphere out of his bins of ice cream, and placed them into their cones. Chocolate for Millikan with lots of sprinkles, and vanilla for Oswald, with caramel and nut.

After paying and thanking the goat or their ice cream, the duo walked away from the vendor, heading for no particular destination. Millikan hugged up close to Oswald, occasionally stealing glances at his face, only to look away in a bashful manner. He didn't notice these looks however, being more focused on their surroundings.

All around the town's square, he saw things were being draped. Tapestry and banners were being draped on buildings and objects, adding a bit of colorful flair to the town's usually rustic vibe. It reminded him of Station Heights during a major holiday like Fourth of July or Christmas, though everything there was commercial, so... bland. It lacked the homely vibe and warmth that Meridia had. Especially this air.

Chest puffing out as his nostrils flared, Oswald took in the heavenly scent of sea salt that was carried on the wind. Aaaah... so cool yet warm... so delicious. Unlike Station Heights, which smelled of concrete, smog and refuge.

“Hmmm..."

There it was again; that bright, beaming face. When Millikan looked over again, she could see the light and warmth of his expression. This livelier version of Oswald was equal parts frightening, while also being enticing. It was like she was learning a new side of him.

And yet, she also had to remind herself of the fact that she really didn't know Oswald. She had just met him a few days ago! So why was she acting so strange around him? Why did being with her make her so happy? Why did she even care that he was happy? And... why did the notion of him sleeping with her mother make her so jealous?

Millikan didn't know Oswald... but she felt like there wasn't much to know about him. He had been so stupidly honest about himself, that he was like an open book. An anti-social, introverted open book, but an open book nonetheless.

But now that cold, almost indifferent persona of his had been replaced with something warmer... and Millikan wanted to experience more of this warmth.

“It's a nice day today," Oswald suddenly said, speaking to no one in particular, “I don't get days like this often in Station Heights."

“Yeah... what is Station Heights like?" Millikan asked, hoping this conversation would take her mind off the butterflies in her stomach.

“It's... a concrete jungle," he answered as they came to a nearby banister that overlooked the ocean, “A lot of buildings collected about, separated by a highway which cuts through it. To the west there's the beach, though its nowhere near as wonderful as Meridia's beach. To the east there's the hills that lead up to Bakersfield... but..." he shook his head, “If you really want to stay at a place, you'd head south to Oceanside. Now that's a beautiful place. By comparison, Station Heights feels a bit... mediocre."

“Wow... such a gleaming review!" Millikan said sarcastically as she bumped her shoulder against his, “Buuuuuut... if you don't like it so much... then why do you stay?"

“I work there, remember?" he said whilst glancing at her, “I work at a place called Gold Star. They create things like software for computers, though I just handle the business side of things. I'm a data analyst, one of many, many others..." he sighed and shook his head, “Just a cog in a machine, I guess. Hm... a lot of people there at Station Heights are like me, I guess..."

A wistful sigh left him as he thought about his home... though calling it a 'home' felt like a misnomer. It was just a place he lived in; a place he slept and ate at. It did not carry with it the warmth that a 'home' would. In fact, Oswald would say he's never felt at home in any of the place he's lived at. Nowhere but...

Well... if he had to call any place a home, it would be here. It would be Meridia. Strange, yes, he didn't know much about this place aside from its beautiful sights, but he got a sense of warmth here that he didn't get from anywhere else. Meridia didn't feel cold and uninviting like Station Heights, or any place he's lived in before. The people here were friendly, the community was tightly-nit, and the scenery was rural and beautiful.

Oswald... liked it here.

“I know you just made Station Heights out to be an awful place, but... Ozzie-wald...?" Millikan muttered, drawing his gaze over.

“Yes, Milli?"

“If I asked... would you take me to Station Heights? To the mainland...?"

He straightened up.

“Do you... want to go to Station Heights?"

Her cheeks turned read with blush.

“N-no!" she exclaimed, her tone defensive as her eyes grew wide, “I was just asking! D-dummy! It's not like I actually want to go with you, I was just wondering if you'd take me! That's all! Um... uh..."

Oswald looked at her in a confused manner... but then his face shifted into a smile. It was teasing in nature, and seeing it caused Millikan to pout and curl up her hands into a fist. She wanted to shout at him, maybe even punch him defensively, but before she even got the chance to speak--

“Hey you two. Enjoying your afternoon?"

“Hm?"

“Huh? Mom?"

They both turned around, their eyes falling on Vishtar who seemed to have appeared from out of nowhere. Oswald was used to seeing the older vixen in shortalls and a shirt, but that had been replaced with shorts, a white shirt, and a blue jean vest on her shoulders, giving her a rather sporty look.

Millikan pouted and looked away upon seeing her mother, but Oswald turned to face her outright.

“Vishi, you're not working either?" he asked, to which she shook her head.

“Oh... my sweet little puppy," she replied, her lips curling into a grin, “We don't work everyday on Meridia! I know we're a bunch of hardworking folk, but everyone needs rest every now and then. What better time than the lead up to the Spring Festival?" she then looked down to the ice cream in her hand, “Ah... vanilla, caramel and nuts? You visited Mr. Tarlow?"

“It was Millikan's idea..." he said, before raising the ice cream in hand, “Did you want some?"

“Kufufufu~! You're such a gentleman, Oswald," she replied before leaning in, “Though... I'll take a few licks..."

Closing her eyes, Vishtar tucked some hair behind her ear as she extended her tongue. Gently it brushed along the surface of his ice cream, doing so in a manner so... erotic. It wasn't a few chaste licks to get a taste, no... it was outright fellatio. She swirled her tongue along its gleaming surface, teasing along it like she was pleasing a penis. Even the moans she gave...

“Mmmm~"

Were so sensual.

Maybe if you were far away, you wouldn't think anything of it. In fact, most people passing by certainly didn't notice anything lewd about her performance... but Millikan did. It was hard not to imagine something erotic when she knew what these two had done with one another just the previous night. How their nude bodies were entangled with one another, passionately fucking upon Oswald's rented bed. Vishtar's lewd display only helped heighten these thoughts in the young fox's mind, making her gasp and pull away.

“Okay! I get it!" she shouted, taking both Oswald and her mother off guard.

“You get... what...?" he asked as the matronly vixen pulled back, “Is something wrong, Millikan?"

His question once again put her on the spot, and reminded the young fox that, right, they didn't know that she knew they were fucking. On one hand, she wanted to just blow the lid on their 'secret' right away, and berate the two for doing such a thing behind her back. But before she could, Millikan stopped and wondered exactly why it hurt her so much. Oswald and Vishtar were both adults; if they wanted to fuck like horny rabbits, then so be it! It's not like she gets to dictate who her mother does and doesn't sleep with!

Such a strange thought to be having...

“N-nothing! I'm sorry! I was just... uh... r-remembering something else!" Millikan lied as she looked away, hiding her embarrassment, “A-anyway, what are you doing here, Mom? I thought you were going to head down to the beach? That's what you said you were doing before I left."

“Haaah... I suppose you're right; I am here for a reason," Vishtar said as a cheery smile appeared on her lips... before she turned to face-- “Oswald..."

“Huh? Yes, Vishi?"

“I know you're on vacation, but... would you like to help us prepare for our festival?" she asked, her alluring green eyes staring into his brown one, “You've been such a help at our garage, and since you enjoy being active, I figured you'd like to take the chance to help us out in Meridia. Of course, you don't have to – this is your vacation – but I think you'd have fun! I promise, we won't make you do anything too hard; just a lot of hanging things up and around. You've probably already noticed some!"

“Uh... yeah, no problem," he said with a smile, even chuckled, “You're right; I do like being active. I wouldn't mind learning more about Meridia, so..." he nodded, “Sure, tell me what you need, Vishi, and I'll get it in a heart beat!"

“Kufufufufufufu~! Such a gentleman indeed!"

Ooooh, did this conversation boil Millikan's blood! Her mother's tone was soft and flirty, while Oswald was being so charming and helpful! Again, they weren't her mother and their guest; they were a woman and a man!

The looks they gave one another. The tones of their voices. The slight movements, like how Vishtar blushed, or how Oswald cocked his head. They spoke a thousand words without anything leaving their lips. And that made Millikan so damn jealous!

She was a girl too, ya'know. Why didn't he look at her with those eyes? Hmmm!

“Great! Come, follow me, Oswald," she said as she pointed, “We can talk to Mr. Namor. He'll be able to set you up with things to do."

“Great. I'm all for it," he replied as he stepped forward... only to stop, “Wait..." and then he turned, facing Millikan, “Aren't you coming, Milli?"

“Hm?"

She looked at his hand, surprised by his sudden offer. A part of Millikan even wondered if this was a joke or not! But when she looked up at his outstretched hand, and then further up to the smile on his, she quickly grabbed upon him.

“Yeah! I'm coming!" she said, her tone boisterous, “Let's go!"

…

It was happening again tonight, wasn't it?

After a full day of helping people prepare for the oncoming Spring Festival, the Sunbans and Oswald returned to their inn. Drinks were had by all, with Mrs. Ezla this time beguiling everyone about the time she birthed her son amid a rainstorm out near the airfield... and how she coincidentally conceived her son during a rainstorm! It was a tale Millikan had heard far too many times to count, though Oswald was hanging on the cow's every word.

But that's all it was: conversations shared among increasingly inebriated people, while Millikan fed their guest another one of her meals. This time it was a fish pasta she threw together, one she was really proud of... and even made prouder when Oswald appeared to like it. Gaah... this stupid human; why did he make her stomach toss and turn?

But again... it was happening tonight, wasn't it?

Blue eyes opened, staring lazily up at the ceiling of her bedroom. Leaning up, Millikan stared out towards her modest bedroom filled with things like model cars and machines, then further brought her gaze over to her window. Glancing out of it, she could see one of the lights of the family inn was still on.

It was his light. He was up this late, meaning... ah...

Biting into her bottom lip, Millikan pulled away and laid on her bed, her eyes closing shut. She just wanted to sleep and ignore whatever was going on in Oswald's room. But this only served to make those thoughts bounce around in her head all the more.

She envisioned Oswald's nude body. The tawny skin, the surprisingly fit build, and that burly cock. Haaah...? What even were these thoughts? She's never been so blatantly lustful before, nor has she ever fantasized about a man's member! But now those thoughts thrummed through her mind, making her body all the hotter.

Curling on her mattress, Millikan's face bent into a scowl, while her thighs clinched in over her womanhood. Oswald's movements were usually so restrained, but when in the throes of passion, he had this hungry, primal, powerful strength to him. Like the other night, she imagined him grabbing upon her mother's wrists, pulling her back, and then ramming his member into her pussy until the matronly vixen saw nothing but stars!

And what of that vixen? What of that woman she called her mother? It wasn't enough for Millikan to see Oswald in this beautiful, statuesque manner, no... the young fox had to marvel at her mother to. The heights of feminine beauty, enraptured in pleasure and ecstasy. She could hear her mother's sonorous voice fill the air with erotic moans, while her ephemeral body glistened in a lean layer of sweat. Her nude, voluptuous figure on full display, with busty breasts bouncing, and ass so round and shapely, all of it quaking as she and Oswald passionately fucked like beasts in romantic love.

And that made Millikan so damn wet.

“Gah!?"

Throwing off of her blankets, the tomboy of a fox stared down towards her legs. Her sleep shorts hugged close to her waist, being dark gray in color... though it looked like the crotch of it was getting even darker. Gasping silently, Millikan lowered her hand and cupped upon her pelvis, feeling the heat and moisture on the other side.

Was she really that wet? Already?

Biting into her bottom lip, the fox glanced aside, feeling both shame for herself, but also begrudged desire. Her mother and Oswald were just a few feet away, no doubt moaning and groaning and fucking as loud and as hard as they pleased. All the fox would need to do was making the walk, and she could enjoy the sights, the sounds, so long as she was quiet about it.

But she slapped herself.

What the fuck, Millikan!? The last time was by accident; now you're actually thinking about watching them fuck? What is wrong with you!?

Those thoughts bounced around in her head... but they didn't actually stop her. She got up and stumbled forward, putting on sandals, and then stalking through the silent night. Sneaking back to the inn, Millikan entered inside, her expression bashful and legs squeezing in, when--

“HYYOOOOOH-OOOOH~~~!"

That sound.

Ooooh... that glorious, erotic, lewd, lustful, divine sound.

Blushing even more than before, Millikan stared to the wall and closed her legs over one another. But even with all the embarrassment she was feeling, that did not stop her from moving. Through the hall, through the diner, up the stairs, to the second floor...

The sounds were even louder...

PATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“OOOOHHH ~~~! HYYOOOOOH~~~! OOOOOH! FUCK! AAAH!"

Millikan crept over towards Oswald's slightly ajar door.

And her eyes widened.

This fat, shapely, succulent, juicy ass... was bouncing up and down on his thick, burly, throbbing cock.

Gripping hard on Vishtar's waist, Oswald shot up with his hips, pounding his length in and out of the voluptuous vixen's luscious pussy. Her velvety walls stroked upon his length, while his every thrust sent a wave throughout her form that made her figure bounce. This ass that quaked, those tits which jumped, and that luscious crimson hair which fluttered up and down.

Pleasure dominated his mind as his heavy and tight balls slapped up against her waist. Fingers sank into flesh and fur, giving a grasp that showed it would not let her free. All Vishtar could do was claw as the ground as her knees kept her propped up... though soon she feared her legs would give out and she'd drop down.

On the floor of Oswald's room, Vishtar felt his cock slam up and into the deepest recesses of her pussy. Their naked bodies were on full display, from the vixen's elegant and athletic body, to his masculine and statuesque form, nothing was hidden in the empty bedroom... meaning nothing was shielded from Millikan's eyes.

Nothing...

Vishtar clawed at the floor, her green eyes rolling back as she wore a visage of pure ecstasy. The puffed cheeks, the lidded eyes, the panting mouth that gave both sharp pants and howling moans; all of it. And Oswald, kneeling above her, his hands on her waist and hips, holding her in place as he fucked her so hard and so deep.

His usually slick black hair was messy, his normally sullen eyes now filled with this primal, lustful hunger. He gritted this teeth, while deep down one could hear him panting as he drove his throbbing rod into Vishtar's body. And that body of his; this sleek musculature. Oswald was no bodybuilder, but he was clearly a healthy young man. And that health was being used to bring her mother to the heights of pleasure.

Despite everything in her mind telling her not to, this primal heat got to Millikan, driving her to start... touching herself. One hand slipped beneath her night shirt, cupping upon one of her breasts. Such a perky and firm tit... though nowhere near as large as her mother's bust. In fact, almost everything was larger on her mother. Larger breasts, larger ass, taller body. Meanwhile, Millikan was thinner and lither.

Oh heavens; never had the fox compared her body to anyone else before. She was proud of herself, and she had every right to be! But now, he just felt so... lesser. Her mother was this beautiful goddess of a woman enjoying the heights of rapturous pleasure. Meanwhile, she was outside of the door, groping herself.

Millikan's other hand slipped under her sleep shorts, stroking upon her moist cunt. The slightest touches coaxed a groan from her lips, making the young fox shudder as her mouth hung open. Pinching her nipples and toying with her clit, she kept building her pleasures, making her pussy twitch and throb. Then her middle digit slipped into her folds, jolting her upright as a gasp left her lips.

“Ahn~!"

But it was drowned out by the sounds going on in the room before them.

Slip!

“HAAYYHNN!? FUCK! OOHH!"

Without warning, Oswald pulled his cock from Vishtar's folds, sending a jolt through her which caused her entire body to collapse upon the floor. Panting for breath, her pussy continued twitching, hungrily gripping at the air for the cock that was not there. Instead she felt his hand fall on her hips, guiding the voluptuous vixen over upon her back. Legs spread and green eyes lidded, she looked up to Oswald, who knelt above her. His brown eyes drank in her beautiful and erotic body, the sight of it making his dick twitch yet again.

Leaning over, Oswald mounted Vishtar's body, who wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and shoulders. Then he grabbed her legs, hoisting them up so that they could hug and lock around his waist... which they did so quickly.

“Fuck me..." Vishtar whispered into his ears, her tone desperate as his length ground against her moist mound, “Yes! Hyoooh~ fuck me, Oswald... hmmph! Fuck me!" Pussssshhh! “Eeeeeeyyy! Yeeess! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck--" PAT! “HYOOOH~~~!"

On the floor of his room, Oswald slammed his cock in and out of Vishtar's amazing pussy. They hugged one another, embraced one another, refused to let go of one another, even as his pistoning member ruined her cunt. Millikan could hear the muffled moans and scream of her mother, as the matronly vixen grounded her face into Oswald's, kissing him hungrily, passionately, as they continued to make such primal love to one another.

The jealousy, the envy! It all funneled through Millikan, making her already hot and moist cunt even hotter and wetter. She wanted to just barge into that room and join the duo, but her muddled feelings on the matter kept her stuck. All the hoyden fox could do was pleasure herself, stroke her pussy, penetrate her pussy, grip her tit, pinch her nipple; everything working in tandem to bring her to that blissful high.

But none were as great as her imagination.

Replacing Vishtar with herself. Being the one pinned to the floor as Oswald brought her such amazing pleasure. Being marveled at as being some effervescent, beautiful, fertile young woman. That's what Millikan wanted above all else. To be marveled at, to be fawned over, to reach those heights of pleasure... and to join them.

But this wall was like a force-field. It kept her outside, forced to be nothing but a voyeuristic viewer, and nothing more.

That was enough for her body, which kept rushing towards that amazing climax, even when she tried holding herself back. Millikan's instincts got the better of her, guiding her to thrust her fingers in and out of her moist cunt; faster and faster, stronger and stronger! Even her panting grew louder and louder, but nothing was as loud as Vishtar's cry of--

“CUMMING! CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! HNNGGHH ~~~! HYYOOOOOH-OOOOOH!!! HHHNN...! HNN...! HYOOOOOOOOOOHHH~~~!"

Vishtar's head fell back, inadvertently flaunting her face to her daughter. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was in a wide oval shape, and from her lips she gave a roaring moan. The erotic beauty of her mother's sensual form was again exposed to Millikan, followed by an amazing climax.

It was so damn thick! Her pussy squeezed tight around Oswald's cock: vice-like would be the best description, for her body utterly refused to let go! Not as her slick and clear honey exploded around his dick, and marred his waist with juices. But its not like he wanted to leave himself, oh no. Oswald instead slammed his length balls-deep into Vishtar, Coaxing yet another shuddering groan from her sultry lips.

And then he came...

“Aaaahh~!"

Vishtar pulled up, staring down to her cunt as the young man pumped his seed deep into her greedy snatch. Thick, gooey rope after thick gooey rope of spunk exploded into the vixen's pussy, marring what was once pink completely white. Again she shuddered, as the ecstasy and euphoria washed over her to bring a pleased smile to her lips.

Felt so good... she missed this feeling...

Green eyes reopening, Vishtar looked up to Oswald, listening to him pant for breath. His lips were bright and hot... and they were coming closer and closer. Smirking, she too leaned in, pressing their lips together to share a much needed kiss.

“Mmff..."

“Mmm..."

Oswald pulled back, bringing Vishtar along with her. Sitting on his lap, she kept their lips tied and their eyes closed, replacing moans and melding bodies, with soft kisses and clicking tongues. They didn't know of the young fox who leaned against the wall outside, her legs spread and shirt pulled up, while the distinct odor of a climax filled the air.

Millikan came, covering her fingers and the floor with her clear juices. It left her panting for air and staring at the wall, dazed... lost... confused...

Had she really just done that? Had she really just pleasured herself to the sight of Oswald sleeping with her mother? This went beyond last night where she only went so far as to touch herself. This right here? She outright masturbated.

And it felt goooooooood.

Millikan floated around in a state between ecstasy and reality. Even as their once passionate tryst died down into nothing more than hugging and kissing, the young fox could still see their bodies melding together, and could still hear their erotic voices. The jealous she felt refused to go away, but Millikan knew she could not linger outside this wall forever.

But for now... she just wanted to enjoy these phantom sensations...

…

Thursday went by in a flash. Everyone worked together to prepare Meridia for its Spring Festival. The once rustic fishing village now appeared brighter, with banners and tapestry being draped on everything from walls to the banister's overlooking the ocean.

And right there, helping along all the way, was Oswald.

His body felt sore in certain areas thanks to his day of work, but it brought with it this sense of satisfaction. Strange, really. He didn't remember a time where manual labor felt so... rewarding. In fact, has labor of any kind felt so rewarding? Felt so... good? Definitively, Oswald could answer with...

No...

He'd been working for years. First he started at a simple fast food restaurant in his high school years. In college, he worked at a local bar to help pay or his tuition, among other things. And of course, after getting out of college, he got his boring desk job at Gold Star Inc. For the past eleven years, he's had a job of some sort, with his only days off being the ones given to him by his managers. But not once – not once – could he say he was ever proud of his jobs.

They were just something he did because... well... as he told Vishtar; what else was he supposed to do? But now... ah... the hard work he gave among the people of Meridia bore fruit with the transformed town, one that looked bright and vibrant! All around him were people talking at various food vendors and stalls.

Grills were placed around in the town's square, resting under awnings and beside cars, with entire families cooking all manner of meals. And by 'entire families' they truly were 'entire families'! Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins; everyone was here!

Everyone... except for Oswald.

Behind him he could hear the festival going on; people enjoying themselves as music played, food sizzled on grills, while hundreds of conversations all went on at the same time. But he found himself more at home here in the distance, away from all of it. He leaned on a banister overlooking the beach, a smile on his face as he watched the distance waves of the ocean rustle. It was quieter here, and he enjoyed the silence more than anything else.

And yet, these sights brought with them this sense of melancholy.

Somewhere out there beyond the horizon was the mainland; was Station Heights. It was Friday now, meaning the end of his vacation was coming faster and faster. Soon he'd be getting on that boat back to mainland... back to home.

Funny that... calling it 'home' made his tongue curl up.

What was supposed to be a fun night filled with joyous festivities, was instead turning sour in Oswald's mouth. Oh what he'd do with another day, maybe two... maybe three... hell, make it another week.

Make it a lifetime...

But what was even the point asking for something like that? Why did he even want to stay? Because he got to have amazing sex with Vishtar? Funny that... while he did enjoy said sex, that's not why he wanted to stay. Spending these lovely lazy days with Vishtar and Millikan felt so amazing. He could say without a doubt that he was the most happiest he had ever been in his entire life.

He didn't want to give it up...

“Something wrong over there, handsome?" a sultry voice rang from behind, making him turn around.

It belonged to Vishtar, who smiled at him as she pushed her glasses up on her face. She – much like everyone here – was wearing more casual, lounge wear than what Oswald was used to her wearing. Blue jeans that hugged her legs and hips, a white shirt on her chest, and a blue jean jacket on her shoulders. Compared to him and his slacks and button up shirt, Vishtar always found away to make Oswald feel so simple.

Smiling back at the vixen, his thoughts of Station Heights were immediately pushed aside. How could he think of something so negative when this beautiful vixen was approaching him?

“Vishi," he said, “Is... something wrong?"

“Kufu! That's what I just asked you, Ozzie," she replied whilst twirling some hair around her finger, “You broke away and walked here without a word. I just came to check up on you and make sure everything is okay..." she cocked her head, “Everything is okay, right?"

“I uh... I..." he looked down momentarily, his hand scratching the back of his head, “It's... heh... it's uh..." then he looked back, smiling at her in a sheepish manner, “It's going fine, I guess."

Crossing her arms, Vishtar shot him an incredulous look, an expression that caused him to grin as if caught red-handed.

“I'm a mother, Oswald," she stated, “I know when someone is lying. Especially when someone is as poor a liar as you," her face then bent, becoming more concerned, “You know you can talk to me, right? If you want to share something, just come out and share it. Kufu. I won't bite! Much..."

“Heh heh... uh..." but he shook his head, “Maybe after the festival, Vishi. I don't want to ruin the good vibes..." then he extended his hand, “Come one, let's get back to Milli. She's been wanting to feed me all week so... let's not keep her waiting."

“Kufufufufu!"

Hand in hand, they returned to the town's square, pushing through the droves of people. All around, Oswald could hear 'his' and 'hellos' delivered towards them, mostly for Vishtar, but more than a few for him. It shocked him, really; the people of Meridia were already treating him kindly, even though they just met one another at the beginning of the week, or while he was helping them set everything up. The friendly nature of it all was infectious to say the least.

“Ah! There you two are..." muttered Millikan.

She stood behind the stall, burning patties and hotdogs on a grill. Millikan's tomboy attitude was on full display now as her fists sat on her hips. She – like her mother – was wearing clothing he wasn't used to her wearing. An open green vest over top a brown shirt, while a short green skirt hugged close to her hips. The young fox's boyish frame was on full display now, with her slim midriff being exposed, and her top giving a generous lift to her perky chest... if she even needed it.

But nothing was as enthralling as Millikan's face. She was far more emotive than Vishtar, who effortlessly exuded an aura of allure, refined maturity, and sensuality. Instead, the young fox showed a variety of emotions, typically that beaming smile, but now it was this scowling pout, one directed strictly towards Oswald.

“Come on, Ozzie-wald! How am I suppose to feed you if you're not here?"

“Heh heh... sorry, Milli," he said with a bow, “I was just... thinking is all. Heh... um..." leaning over her grill, he gave a few chaste sniffs of the air around it, “Mmm... it smells so nice, Milli."

“Of course it smells nice! I'm making it!" she said, her nose stuck up high and hand on her chest, “When you take a bite out of my burgers, you're gonna--" SSSZZZZZZ!!! “Huh...? Oh! Oh crap! Aaah!"

Quickly she moved aside one of her patties which was starting to burn down to a crisp. Her moment of self-praise was quickly cut short when she accidentally burned one of her burgers, much to Oswald and Vishtar's amusement. The two began laughing, further causing Millikan to growl and blush, her eyes closed shut as the embarrassment of the situation grew unbearable.

“Alright, I get it!" she shouted, before locking her eyes on the man before her, “And since you find it so funny, Ozzie-wald, you get that burger! We'll see how much fun you'll have when you have to eat that one!"

“Uh... heh..." he smiled at her, “Sure, Milli. Give it to me."

“Mm-hm!"

She continued pouting at Oswald, even as she placed a burger upon a bun with lettuce and tomatoes. And yet, deep down inside, she really hoped he enjoyed this burger, no matter how burnt it was. Perhaps she should replace it with a different patty then? No! If she did that, then he'll know she cares about his opinion! And she didn't want to give him that power!

Besides, why should she even care? It was clear Oswald was more occupied with Vishtar than he was with her. Always talking to her mother, and of course, sleeping with her at night. Hmm...

But Millikan's chest rose nonetheless as Oswald rose her burger to his lips. He took a bite, crunched on it, then nodded as a pleasurable groan left his lips. Mmm... mmm!

“It's good," he said, “Hmm...! Really good!"

And Millikan sighed, her lips curling into a smile. It felt like a weight had been pulled off her shoulders, a feeling that immediately made her pale. Again, why did she care so much about his opinion! What the hell was wrong with her!?

She knew what was wrong with her, and she didn't want to admit to it. She refused to admit to it.

But it was obvious on her face.

“Is everything okay, Milli?" Vishtar asked as she sat down beside Oswald.

“Huh? Oh...! Y-yeah, Mom... everything's fine," she muttered, though her body language was anything but 'fine', “I just was... um... thinking about something, I guess... um..." slowly she made another burger, this time giving it to her mother, “Ozzie-wald...?"

“Yes, Millikan?"

“When are you... leaving...?"

Her question struck him, causing Oswald to straighten up. He opened his mouth to answer her, but nothing left his lips the first few moments. How coincidental that she'd ask him such a question when he was pondering it himself... but maybe she just read it on his face. Vishtar had already commented on his inability to lie, so why should his body be any different.

“I... I suppose I'm leaving tomorrow," he answered, “I... have to return to work soon so..." he sighed, his body growing deflated, “Yeah... tomorrow's Saturday, right? I was only on vacation for a week so... haaah. Man... it felt like this week wen by in a flash..."

He brought his head back up, staring in a disappointed manner across the grill's surface... where he read Millikan's distraught face. Her chest was puffed up, her cheeks too, her lips were in a pout, and her usually bright blue eyes were quivering. The face she made alarmed and worried him, taking Oswald aback.

“Milli...?" he muttered, “Is... everything okay...?"

She didn't answer him however, instead gritting her teeth angrily as her hands balled into fists. Pulling away from her grill, Millikan's frustrations grew even stronger, her face even angrier. Before either Oswald or Vishtar could say a word to her however, she ran away from the grill, peeling away into the distance.

“W-wait! Milli!" Oswald called as he stood up, though Vishtar shook her head.

“My my... the poor girl..." the matronly vixen bemoaned as she shook her head, “I was afraid she'd act like this. You weren't going to stay here forever... hah... but these days feel so much longer now with you around."

“Aah... I should go after her..." Oswald muttered as he stepped aside.

“No... no... just give her time," Vishtar replied as she shook her head, “She's a big girl. She'll understand soon."

“N-no... I still should talk to her," he said as he shook his head, “Man this day can't get any worse. I swear..." Pluck! “Huh...?"

Oswald spoke too soon.

Holding out his hand and looking up, he realized the clouds overhead were now thick and gray. What he felt was a rain drop... which was soon followed by another, and another, and another. Before long, the once cheerful atmosphere of Meridia's Spring Festival was replaced with a downpour of cool rain.

“Well ain't that a tizzy," muttered Jeffery nearby as he held his hand above his head, “Didn't Darno say we had clear skies today? What kind of meteorologist is he exactly?"

“A senile one..." Vishtar answered as she shook her head, “And it doesn't look like this rain's gonna lighten up soon... hm..."

“Well... maybe we should move things into the town's mess hall," the bear replied, “I'm sure it's got enough space to hold all of us in there! Heh heh!"

“I'm gonna go get Millikan..." Oswald said whilst stepping aside, “I hope you don't mind taking this in without me, Vishi."

“Kufufufu... no, no... it's okay, Oswald," said the matronly vixen with a smile, “Go and get Milli."

She said it in a knowing manner, a tone that did not go unnoticed by him. But all he did was raise an eyebrow in confusion, before shaking it off.

Walking through the droves of people as Vishtar and Jeffery ushered them towards the town's mess hall, Oswald followed in Millikan's footsteps. She went into this general direction, between buildings and into an alleyway. There were a few awnings in here to block out the rain from above, but it was mostly empty and sparse... save for the girl at the end next to the corner.

She was hugging herself close, her tail low and body hunched over. Seeing here there in such a state of sadness made Oswald frown... but he didn't stop approaching her. Closer and closer as he extended his hand.

“Milli..." he whispered, making her tense up.

“Oswald..." she muttered before turning around to face him.

He looked at her with a hapless face on, a smile of kindness on his lips. It disarmed Millikan, but only for a moment. As if remembering that she should be angry at him, the boyish fox grew tense and defensive, even raising her arm to block herself.

“Wh-what do you want, Oswald!" she snapped, her tone venomous, “Shouldn't you be back at the square with Mom?"

“Uh... it's raining," he said, rather redundantly, “I came to get you."

“Well I don't want to be gotten," she replied whilst turning away, and sticking her nose up at her, “So you can go back now. I'll come back soon."

“Millikan..."

She was trying to push him away, but either he didn't get the hint, or he just didn't care. It was the latter as he walked forward, closer and closer and closer. Before long, the young fox could feel him looming over behind her, his presence giving her a sense of warmth. As if by instinct, she moved back against him, resting her head along his chest, where the warmth enveloped her.

“Oswald..." she muttered while he placed his hands on her shoulders.

Turning around, Millikan faced him, reading his hapless smile while she could only look back in a forlorn manner. Who was this man? Why did he make her heart pound so? He was honestly dull in how he carried himself, being a boring man who worked simply because he felt as if he had nothing else to do. But in this week here, having spent time with him, she watched as he grew brighter, more cheery. Even now, this hapless smile he wore exuded a sense of warmth that made her heart melt.

But it also brought thoughts about her mother. It was hard to separate the two from one another. Millikan was having these strange feelings towards Oswald, while he was spending his nights giving her mother the best sex of her life. Just knowing that Vishtar got the chance to hug him, to touch him, to grope him in such a lustful manner... and then being touched back, being groped back with equal passion... oooh, it made Millikan so... so... so...

Jealous!

These stupid feelings! They made her hot, and angry, and sick, and lustful, all at once! And Oswald's dumb, hapless face wasn't making it any better! She just needed to... needed to... needed to...

Hug him...

“Mmmff!"

“H... huh...?"

Millikan's arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him close as her eyes closed shut. His broad, human chest felt so good against her head. When he and Vishtar finished their trysts, did she rest her head against him? Millikan felt so warm right now, she didn't even care about any of that.

Oswald felt awkward at first, mostly because the young fox refused to speak. She was just hugging him without saying a word. But before he himself could speak, Vishtar's wayward words drifted into his ears.

I don't think she knows how to connect to a man she likes. She probably doesn't even realize she is attracted to you. But she certainly feels the jealousy...

He understood now... he understood. Vishtar's words confused him at first, but now he understood them. Millikan... just needed guidance.

As she hugged him, he drew his hand over and placed it upon her chin. Opening up her eyes, the young fox looked up towards Oswald, again giving him his lost and forlorn face. He stared back with a face of equal ambivalence... but that didn't stop him from doing what he needed to do.

His face moved in.

“Mmmf..."

“Mmmm!?"

And Millikan's eyes grew wide.

He was kissing her! They were kissing!

Oswald's lips pressed to hers, gifting her a taste of his mouth... before she felt his tongue slide into her maw. Again Millikan's eyes widened as his slimy, pink appendage slithered into her stunned lips, where it traced upon her teeth, then brushed along her own tongue. And curious... how had Oswald not realized it by now?

Millikan had a cute gap between her teeth.

Their kiss caused her body to grow loose, her legs suddenly feeling like jelly. The fox could barely keep herself standing, and clung to Oswald for support. Meanwhile, her tongue remained lip amid their kiss, letting him do with her as he pleased while the pleasure started overwhelming her.

But it wouldn't last forever...

“Mmmf... mmfuaaah... haaah..."

“Haaah... haaaah..."

Oswald pulled away, separating their lips as he looked down upon the dazed fox before him. Panting, it took Millikan a few moments to settle her beating heart and racing mind. When she looked up, his hand gently caressed her cheek, while his body moved in, pressing her up against the concrete wall behind her.

“Oswald...?" Millikan whispered, her tone confused, “Wh... what are you doing...?"

“You don't... like it...?" he asked, to which she shook her head.

“N-no! I... ooh... oh my..." she looked down towards her chest, “I love it... b-but..." then she looked up to his face, “But... wh-why...? I mean... you and... you and..."

“You and... who...?" Oswald replied with an eyebrow raised.

Millikan stared back at him, her face incredulous to just how ignorant he was. He had to know on some level that she was aware of what he was doing with Vishtar, right? If not... then she'd just outright come and show it.

Cheeks turning red as apprehension gripped her, Millikan reached out for Oswald's hands. Grasping them, he brought his hands over towards her body, where she firmly placed one of his hands on her chest, and the other hand on her hip. Then she squeezed over him, causing Oswald to cup one of her tits, and outright grope her hip.

Haaahh... he was touching her. He was touching her in a lustful manner. Millikan tensed up; it was like her tails and ears were frozen solid! But she was not a coward! She'd already came this far; there was no turning back!

“Oswald... I want you to touch me like how you touch my mother..."

His eyes widened.

“You... know...?" he asked, causing her to smile at him.

“Come on... it's not like you two have been quiet about it," she said.

“I... yeah... heh... I guess you're right..."

“I... I don't know what you see my mom as... and I don't know what you see me as, but... Oswald..." he looked at him, her face pleading if not outright desperate, “Please... do with me what you do with my Mom... please..."

The desperation in her voice, and the way she palmed his hands upon her body, left very little to the imagination. She didn't just want this, she needed this.

At first, Oswald was hesitant. But as the seconds ticked by, he suddenly squeezed his hands in on her body. Breathing in deep, Millikan pushed her chest out more into his hand as the heat built up within her. His touches were curious and exploratory, getting a feel for her. Did he touch her mother like this? Millikan couldn't help but to wonder.

As for Oswald...

Millikan's body was so different to Vishtar's. The matronly vixen was tall and voluptuous, with wide, child-baring hips, a shapely waistline, and her busty chest. Millikan was shorter than her mother, thinner too, with a slime waistline. But her chest was far more pert and perky than her mother's; it filled Oswald's hand like a perfectly round ball. Her hips too had this lovely firmness to it; barely bending even when he squeezed in.

“Hmm...!"

Millikan flinched as Oswald grew more courageous with his touches. She'd never been touched this way before by someone else. His hands were strong against her, squeezing and groping as they rubbed her up and down.

“Aahhhahaha~~~!"

“Are you okay...?" Oswald asked, to which she nodded.

“I... I'm fine..." she answered, “It's ust... you are... hmphh!"

She couldn't really explain it as the feelings overwhelmed her. All Millikan knew was that it felt good.

All around them, Oswald could hear the rain falling. The air had gotten colder now, but that didn't really register to the amorous pair. Leaning back, Millikan let her lustful voice sound out against the alley's walls, a sound he drank up as his touching grew more courage.

Oswald's hand slipped up beneath her skirt, touching her fur and flesh directly. Again she tensed up, but she didn't shake her head or stop him. Instead she nodded and bit into her bottom lip, drawing him to touch her more and more. Around and around his palm rubbed upon her thigh and hip, coaxing more moans from her lustful lips as her clinched lips turned into a smile.

“Nmmph!" she moaned.

Dropping his hand down, Oswald touched upon Millikan's flat and toned stomach, groping her more as he explored her figure. Both she and Vishtar were blessed with these amazing waistlines; no doubt gifts of theirs due to their blue-collar lifestyle. Oswald couldn't help himself... he just needed to...

“H-huh? Ozzie... wh... what are you...?"

Eyes wide, Millikan watched as Oswald knelt down before her. His eyes were locked squarely on her navel and stomach, drinking in her image like it was fine art. Drawing his hands up, he stuffed them both beneath her skirt so they could come around and grip upon her bubbly, pert ass. Both fingers squeezed in, garnering a sharp groan from her lips, but his focus was still on her body before him.

Oswald pursed his lips and kissed her...

“Mmff..."

“Aaah? O-Oswald?"

“Mmf..."

“Heeh... heehehe...."

“Mmf... mmf... mmf..."

“Eeheeeeheeehee! O-Oswald Stop! Th-that tickles!"

“Mmf! Mmmf! Mmfff!"

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Her body was in this strange state of erotic pleasure, and giggling humor. Stuffing the back of her hand against her mouth, Millikan both laughed and moaned against in in her attempt to keep her voice in. It wasn't working.

But then Oswald grabbed her hips, pulling her up towards him, and making her gasp. More and more kisses fell upon her flat stomach, the once tickling feeling being replaced with pleasure. Millikan was experiencing romantic adoration for the first time in her life. It wasn't enough for Oswald to just pleasure her body, he had to outright worship it. That's what his kisses were; praises to the beautiful and erotic form of a fertile young woman.

And it made her melt.

Looking up to the gray skies overhead, Millikan gave a quivering moan as her legs buckled in. She nearly fell, but Oswald's hands kept her propped up. In fact, he too started rising up; higher and higher until he once again loomed over her. Staring into his brown eyes with her misty blue ones, Milli read his panting face as her gaze zeroed in on those lips.

Those lips which were coming closer...

“Mmfff..."

“Mmmmm..."

Again they kissed, with her loose, noodle-like arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders for support. Against the rain, the sounds of their smacking lips and dancing tongues echoed out. Not even the few rumbles of distant thunder was enough to drown out their romantic desires for one another. They only stopped kissing when the need to breathe grew too strong, and even then it was begrudged.

“Haaah! Haah! Haaa! Oswald... mmph..." Millikan licked her lips, “You taste so good..."

“You taste better," he replied, causing her to smirk.

“Is that... your attempt at flirting?" she asked.

“Is it working...?"

“Hmph... yeah... mmf..."

Again they kissed one another, being far stronger and more voracious than they had been before. They were hungrily making out with one another now, smacking lips and slapping tongues while their hands grabbed and groped one another.

Millikan finally got the chance to explore Oswald's taller, stronger body, her hands stroking upon his body; up and down. His strong shoulders, his broad chest, his narrow hips, and... oh dear... this part between his legs. This big part between his lips.

Millikan was rubbing his cock over his pants, drawing grunts from his lips. When he pulled back, she looked down, staring at the lump that had formed between his legs. Oh... it was so big! And that reminded her of how large it was when it was pounding into her mother!

Was now a good time to bring up the fact that Millikan was a virgin? She'd never been so close to a boy before to do something like this with them, and of course she never pushed that deep inside of her when exploring herself. Now she had to handle this... thing, that reduced her mother to a quivering mess! Could she even manage it?

Well, Millikan was nothing if not courageous! Besides, she had no doubts that Oswald – for as primal as he could be in the bed – would treat her dainty. He was just so... heh... so gentlemanly like that.

But she wanted to grab this moped by the throttle, it would seem.

Tentatively looking around, Millikan got on her knees before Oswald, taking him aback. Reaching up, she placed her hands upon his hips while her blue eyes locked upon the belt and zipper in front of her. She undid both quickly, causing the lump in his pants to expand more and more, which itself made her heart race. And when she pulled down his pants and underwear just so slightly--

Smack!

“Nnmph!?"

Millikan flinched and pulled back. Oswald's cock had stricken her face and...

Ahh...

There's a difference between looking at it from afar, and staring at it directly in his face. Its great length, its thick width, the veins running along its side, the heavy balls at the base, and of course, the fat, bulbous head of its glands.

Millikan's mouth hung a bit as she stared at his penis, causing Oswald to fret.

“Is it... are you okay...?" he asked.

She looked up at him, wanting to say yes, but refusing to do so. She was apprehensive – this was her first time! – but she refused to admit to that! If her mother could handle this dick, then she can too! And she was going to prove it, dammit!

So...

“Mmmf..."

Chu!

“Aaah...?"

Millikan kissed the head of his dick. From his slit oozed clear precum, which tracked upon her lips. They were so hot, they burned her, and in response she quickly licked it off. That gave her just a hint of Oswald's taste.

Mmph... bitter...

Millikan looked away, wondering what she should do now. She's seen porn; she knows guys like it when they have their dicks licked and kissed and sucked upon! But that didn't mean she could actually do it!

But Vishtar did it, didn't she? Ooooooh! She suddenly saw her own mother as a romantic rival! Knowing she could no doubt suck Oswald's cock with ease, made her so furious! She was going to prove to him that she could pleasure him just as well!

Putting on her 'game face' so to speak, Millikan locked her eyes on Oswald's cock and placed her hands upon his waist. Without hesitation, she moved her face in and rubbed his burly length against her cheek. It felt so strange with all of this heat resonating off of it. Millikan wondered if it could burn her! And that's not getting into how thick his penis was. It hurt her to just look at it!

But she couldn't let that stop her from doing what she was aiming to do. She was going to please Oswald's dick, and please the rest of him! She's seen enough porn to know how this goes.

At least, she hopes...

Pursing her lips, Millikan planted a kiss upon the side of his cock; again and again. Each press of her lovely lips made his length throb, and caused more precum to ooze from its tip. This salty, sweaty, bitter taste coated his length, one which stained her tongue as she started licking along his shaft. Her skill wasn't anywhere near as good as her mothers, but that didn't stop her form tracing his veins with her tongue.

Oswald's dick jumped and twitched and throbbed upon her lips, causing her to moan. Quite the jumpy boy, wasn't it? To think that a boy – a man – was getting this way because of her. Millikan often times felt proud of her mechanical skills, but this was the first time she's ever felt so proud of her bedroom skills.

Or... alleyway skills, as it were. Waaaait... does this make her some sort of slut licking a dick between buildings like that?

“Aaaaahh... Millikaaan..."

When Oswald moaned like that, she didn't care if she did indeed look like a slut.

Gently her hand jerked his shaft back and forth, while her tongue tarted licking upon the ridge of his dick. The longer this went on, the more comfortable she got with it. And the more comfortable she became, the more courageous she grew.

Eyes closed, Millikan tapped the head of Oswald's dick against her outstretched tongue, moaning as the taste of both his cock and precum stained her taste buds. Desire was controlling the young vixen, making her ears twitch and tail wag as her tongue stroked upon his slit.

Once...

Twice...

Thrice...

“Mmmff..."

Closing her lips, Millikan pulled back, drawing strands of precum and spit with her. Oswald's spicy taste sat on her tongue like a jell, allowing her to swivel it around like she was tasting wine. This salty, bitter flavor was good, but she felt as if it was hinting at something better.

There is a reason why it's called _pre_cum, right?

Swallowing it down, Millikan stared up at Oswald's face, reading the lust and desire he had. She wanted to ask him a question or two... or three... or one hundred! But all of them were directed towards her mother. Like... how did Vishtar do it? Did it feel good? Who was better? No, she couldn't ask that last one; it would only hurt her feelings! So instead she asked--

“How does it feel...?"

Oswald let out a gasp.

“It feels amazing," he answered.

And Millikan blushed.

Looking down, her lips curled into a bashful smile and her blue eyes glanced away, feeling far too embarrassed to look him in the eye. To be praised for one's sexual skill was a thrill she didn't know she'd like... but it felt so good.

She wanted him to feel even better.

Locking sight on his cock once more, Millikan brought her open mouth forward. There was nothing left for her to do. She'd already lathered his length in saliva, already kissed it up and down. She just needed too...

“Mmmfff..."

“Aaaah... nnngh..."

Oh...

Oh...

So big...

Millikan's face grew hard as Oswald's length sank into her mouth. Its weight pressed upon her tongue and jaw, and its heat made her feel like she was sucking on a hotdog that was fresh off the grill! But this discomfort did not last for long. As the seconds ticked by, the fox got used to Oswald, and opened up her eyes to stare up at his face.

Back and forth she slowly bobbed her head upon his length, her tongue brushing upon its underside. Her face was still unsure, uncertain if he was enjoying this. That's all she wore on her face in fact; this one question.

Does this feel good?

Oswald said nothing. Instead he brought his hand over and palmed it on her head. His touch made her ears and tail twitch... and caused her sucking to increase. Placing her hands on his hips and butt, Millikan gripped hard upon Oswald as her head started pulling back and forth with increased vigor. Even her face had changed, becoming more excited as her blue eyes pierced his brown ones.

She was... enjoying herself.

His taste was far more intense than it had been before, and the way his cock bounced in her maw felt sooooo good! Her tail was wagging vigorously as she sucked on his dick, putting the same vacuum force on him that she'd use on a very thick ice cream shake.

And oooooooh did Oswald feel it.

Panting softly, his balls twitched as Millikan's cute mouth treated his burly length. He could feel every inch of her maw; her lovely lips, her swirling tongue, the force of her sucking, and even the gap between her front teeth. Closing his eyes softly, Oswald let his deep moans fill the air without shame for those who may hear it.

And oh did Millikan drink those noises up.

Hearing him grow so week in the knees thanks to her rather pathetic fellatio, felt so damn good. He wasn't humoring her, wasn't faking it just to make her feel better, no; he genuinely enjoyed feeling her mouth around his cock. Again Millikan felt that boon to her spirits, knowing that Oswald was enjoying himself with her.

So she sucked on him harder, licked his cock harder, drooled around him more and more! Back and forth her head bobbed, picking up this frenetic speed as she felt her own mouth grow looser around him. She was getting better at this. She could feel herself getting better at this! And as she got better, Oswald's cock started throbbing more and more! And his precum! Not only was it getting thicker, but its taste was growing stronger as well!

Oh... oh! Ooooooh...! Oswald was about too--

“Nngphh!"

“Mmmffff!?!?!?"

A rush! An explosion! A torrent of white-hot jizz came flooding into her mouth! Millikan's eyes doubled in size, and her tail and ears all stood on end. Oswald's cock shot thick rope after thick rope into her awaiting mouth, nearly choking her on his cum! In fact...

“Glggkl!?"

“Ah!? M-Millikan!"

She didn't want to. She honestly didn't want to! But she ultimately had no choice.

Millikan pulled away, letting his cock flop out of her mouth as seed dribbled from it and her lips. She coughed a few more times, sputtering more of his cum upon the ground and even on her chest, before closing her lips completely. Oswald reached out for her, but she shook her head while her eyes screwed shut.

And...

“Mmmf...!"

Just a...

“Nhmmph!"

Little bit...

“Glp!"

More!

“Gulp! Glp...! Gulp!"

There... all gone...

“Aaaaah...! Haaah..."

Millikan's eyes grew wide as slight tears left her. Ooooh... that... tasted downright weird! The heat, the gelatinous feel, the taste; she didn't know something like that could ever existed! The porn she's indulged in sure did make the act of swallowing cum kinky. But...

That's not to say she disliked it.

“Milli... are you okay...?" Oswald asked as she stood up and nodded.

“Keheh... y-yeah, Ozzie," she answered, her lips curling into a cheeky grin, “Though next time, warn me before you cum in my mouth. Keheh... uh..."

Looking down, Millikan stared at the dribble of seed which stained her perky bosom. It was slight, but it carried with it this sweaty, musky odor. The same sweaty, musky odor she smelled whenever he and Vishar were fucking one another.

But there was a new scent here, one that beat out the rain to mix with Oswald's odor. It took Millikan a few moments to realize that this scent was her scent. And the way it combined with his own, created something so... intoxicating.

Placing her hand between her legs, Millikan stroked her fingers upon her pussy. The slightest touch made her moan softly as she felt how slick and wet her labia were. Her panties even clung to her folds, making her crotch feel so stuffy.

She just needed to... needed to...

“Hnm..."

Reaching under her skirt, Millikan hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them off her legs. They were a soft, simple pair of pink panties; nothing was special about them. Raised between them, she presented her underwear to Oswald, letting him see the dark and sticky pit she had formed thanks to him.

“I've... never felt this way about a guy before," she said, “S-so... like... take responsibility or whatever..." Grab... “Huh...?"

Looking up, Millikan's eye again met Oswald's as he placed his hand on her cheek. Under his guidance, the tomboy fox was led in until their lips pressed to one another. He didn't care if she just sucked his dick to completion; he wanted to feel her body more against hers. And she likewise.

Their tongues whipped and licked and danced, while their bodies pressed close to one another. Millikan felt her mind begin to ebb and flow, while Oswald's hands dropped to her hips. Gripping her skirt, he pulled it up, revealing her taunt, pert buttocks to the cold air of the alleyway around them.

His hands were so strong and possessive, gripping upon her buttocks and clinching hard. Each grip drew a groan from her lips; she could feel him explore her body on a finite level. Her firm ass was squeeze by his hungry palms, then lifted up and dropped, giving them a lovely bounce. For Millikan, he was treating her body in a way she's never ever experienced, never even thought of before.

How could his hands be so praising? Aaah...! It made her feel like some erotic, sensual goddess! An effervescent idol worth worshiping for years on end. And Oswald was her most devout admirer.

His hand traced around to the front of her pelvis, which was free to be touched, to be groped, to be explored. And that's exactly what he did; touch her, grope her... explore her.

Oswald's fingers stroked upon Millikan's cunt, causing her to pull back from her lips. Such a sudden touch; her sensitive folds twitched, causing her entire body to jolt. This was way different from playing with herself! Immediately she felt weak in the knees, forcing her to grab upon Oswald to keep herself upright.

But he didn't stop touching her. Quite the opposite in fact; his fingers started speeding up!

Back and forth this digits stroke upon her moist mound, making her wetter and hotter with each passing second. Before long, her sharp moans were matched by the deliciously sinful 'Slick!' noise that kept echoing out in the alleyway around them. Grabbing tight upon his arm, Millikan clinched her legs around his taunting hand, while her mouth pointed to the skies around to--

“Yaaaaaahhhhhnnn~~~!"

Ooooh... that was the loudest moan she's ever gave. Oswald loved it.

Biting into his bottom lip, he took his middle finger over and stuck it into her folds, sending Millikan on sensory overload. Her eyes grew wide, her teeth turned clinched, her legs again clamped over him, and her once loud moan became a sharp--

“Eeeeeeeeeek!!!"

But she didn't stop him. Instead her hips started rocking back and forth, and her eyes closed shut. She was riding his hand! His long, penetrating finger! Her folds clinched and wrapped around it, causing her already intense pleasure to keep rising.

And that noise! That fucking noise!

Shluck! Shluck! Shluck! Shluck!

“Fuck! Yaaahn~! O-Ozzieeeeee!!!"

Even his thumb came over to toy with her clit! He flicked it, pushed it, rubbed it, all while his middle and index finger continued thrusting in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Was his finger even all that good? Or as it the wild approximation of what he thought was good? For a virgin like Millikan, it didn't fucking matter; she couldn't take it!

“AAH~! YAAHNN~~! O-OZZIIEEEEEEEE---!!! EEEEEHHH! YEEEHEHAAANNYN!? HGGHGH!!!"

Oswald curled his finger inside of Millikan.

And she saw stars...

“YYAAAHHHHHNNNN~~~!""

Her back arched, her head tipped to the skies, her legs clinched in hard, and her face morphed into pure, erotic, ecstasy. Her legs were quivering, unleashing a torrent of feminine jizz all over Oswald's hand. And yet he didn't stop fingering her, instead slowing it down to help draw out her limax for as long as he possibly could.

Ooooh, her walls. Her tight, constricting walls. They clinched around his fingers as if to milk him for the seed that did not exist. He groaned back with her, while the desires for her and her body again ballooned into something extreme.

His cock was hard again.

Slip!

“Aah...!"

When Oswald's fingers left her folds, Millikan nearly collapsed on her limp legs. But her hands on his body kept her upright, and his hands kept her standing... and then lifted. Eyes growing wide, the boyish fox was picked up, where her back was pressed to the wall behind her. Grasping upon his shoulders, Millikan stared down to the gape between them, watching as his hard, throbbing length pressed up against her juicy folds.

Oh... oh this was the moment it was going to happen, right? Ya'know, Millikan – like everyone – imagines how her first time would be like. She thought it would be with some man she fell in love with, perhaps on some elegant bed. He'd treat her all kind, kiss her over, and really work her up until she was spreading her legs.

But this wasn't a bed; this was an alleyway. It wasn't dark, but instead bright with rain. And yet everything else was true. Oswald had done more than just treat her kind; he practically praised her and her body. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel significant toward him. If she didn't, she wouldn't have gone this far.

Besides... this may not have been her preferred 'first time', but she'd certainly call it ideal. It was enthralling, erotic, scandalous, and exciting! So damn exciting! Biting into her bottom lip, Millikan grinned, and her tail even began wagging. Dammit, she couldn't believe how hot and wet she was!

“Oswald..." she whispered, before clinching in around his legs, “I... just..." then she reached down, grasping his cock and pressing the head of it against her mound, “Let's..." Puuuushhh...! “Nmmmph!? Gggghhh! Yhyyyhhh!!!"

Deeper...

“Hyyyyhnnn~~~!"

Deeeepeeerrr...

“Gghghghg...!"

So big! Sooooo fucking big! Too big! Tooooooo fucking big!

She significantly misjudged how big his cock was, and how tight her cunt was. Feeling this big, burly member spread apart her folds, was far, far different from her fingers, or his fingers! It was so so much... larger! Too damn large! And it just... wouldn't... stop!

Inch by glorious inch, his cock slid into her folds, making Millikan's back arch as a howling cry of ecstasy left her lips. The pain she felt helped to add to the delirious feeling she was experiencing. Fuck it hurt feeling something so thick sink so deep inside of her, But she was smiling.

She was smiling.

And Oswald was stopping.

He could feel her pussy struggle to close again around his member. So wet and soft, yet also tight and constricting. Millikan's pussy felt so different from Vishtar's. The matronly vixen's cunt was tight and refined. Her daughter's pussy was instead nubile and virgin.

He pushed in...

And Millikan's eyes twisted.

“GGLGLGGLGL?! MMMFPPHH!?"

“Ah!? M-Milli!?"

She dove her head in, laying her face against his neck and shoulder to muffle her cries of pain. He'd done it. He tore that last vestige of purity within her. His sinking cock pushed in deep inside of her, triggering the bitter twang of pain that surged through her body, making it limp. Oswald kept her propped up however, refusing to move as he looked down towards his crotch.

And the blood which sunk out of her.

“M-Milli..." he whispered, his brown eyes looking back at her teary face, “You're a... you were a..."

“Kee-hee... haah... you... don't sound too surprised," she replied whilst wiping some tears from her face, “It... hurts a hell of a lot more than I thought it would..."

“Sorry... I should've been more careful..." he said, but she shook her head.

“N-no... I don't..."

Closing her eyes, she so desperately wanted to say that if her mother could take it, then she could. But that would only confirm to him and herself that, yes, she did see her mother as some sort of romantic rival... which is a strange thing to view one's parent as. Still, even if she didn't see Vishtar in such a light, that didn't change the fact that Millikan wanted this.

As she hovered there, holding in him for support with his cock in her pussy, Millikan felt the discomfort and the stretchiness begin to subside. Pleasure replaced pain, and whatever pain was there only helped to add to the the ecstasy she was feeling.

Millikan's cunt pulsated around his length, drawing gasps from Oswald. He too felt pleasure, one too great to describe. Her folds clinched around his dick, squeezing it again... and again... and again. Groaning aloud, Oswald humped against Millikan, grinding her against the wall and drawing a moan from her lips.

As she got more comfortable with his length, he started moving. Back... forth... back... forth... slowly so she could get used to this feeling. Gripping his shoulder, Millikan let out more sharp groans as she felt his cock slid out of her wet folds; again and again nd again. Fuck, it was so damn big! The way her pussy struggled to squeeze in, was a feeling she never though she'd ever experience in her life.

And it was getting easier...

Back and forth, Oswald thrusted softly into Millikan's snatch, replacing her ones pained grunts with more desperate pants. Together they looked down, eyes falling on the place where they were connected. His length shined in the gray light of the downpour around them, with the tinge of red from her stolen virginity. Down her thighs streaked clear strands of her juices, which splattered to the ground below. And the odor that consumed them! This mix of her sweat and his, again creating a fragrance Millikan could only describe as intoxicating.

So this was what sex was like was like? She understood now why people could get addicted to it.

Pat... Pat... Pat... Pat...

“Nmmmph! Fuck... it feels good..." Millikan whispered.

Gripping him harder by his neck and shoulders, she drew Oswald's gaze back to her face, letting him read the visage of bashful pleasure she wore. Her panting lips were in a smile, and she pushed her chest out towards him, as if taunting him to do more with her. Oswald took the bait.

Raising his hand, he gripped her tit through her shirt, garnering a groan from her lips. Ah, such perfectly perky breasts. Not as large as Vishtar's, but that's not anything to be ashamed of. And, damn, was he really comparing the body of a daughter to her mother? It was wrong and lewd and disgusting... but damn did that make his cock even harder! For all of Oswald's dour mannerisms, there laid a hungry, lustful, primal beast beneath his cool surface. And it was starting to come out.

Fwip!

“Aah!? O-Oswald!"

Without warning he pulled up Millikan's shirt, revealing her perky tits to him. Such lovely and around breasts, with such hard, pink nipples to boot. Gripping her tit, Oswald watched his fingers sink in as he passionately toyed with her youthful body. Millikan groaned as she squeezed back, riding his length harder as the pleasure form her chest circulated down to her cunt. It wasn't enough for him to just grope her nipple; he needed to taste from her too!

“Mmmph!"

“Yaaah~! So good!"

Oswald's mouth wrapped around her nipple, suckling and licking and slurping on it. Gripping the back of his head, she nuzzled him closer to her bosom, wanting to experience more and more of his hot, warm, drooling mouth as it lapped at her tit flesh. The once devout kisses and licks he gave her before was nowhere to be found. Now he was hot and hungry, and gleefully dined on Millikan's body to his own desires.

And it made her melt.

Looking up to the gray skies overhead, the young fox let loose shuddering moans of ecstasy that filled the alleyway like a lewd symphony. His cock kept thrusting in and out of her pussy, triggering dirty 'Pops!' and loud 'Shlucks!' which were only getting louder and more frequent as his thrusting grew stronger and faster.

Up and down Millikan traveled on his length, her perky breasts bouncing with every successive thrust. Her pussy felt loose now, still gripping tight on his member, but nowhere near as hard as before. She could feel it reaching into her core, kissing up to her womb, while her body clapped against his. Their moans kept building louder and louder, bodies sensually patting against each other, sweat and juices, mixing like the world's most lustful cocktail.

Millikan could feel it. She could feel his cock start to sputter and twitch within her folds! It was throbbing like mad, meaning he was about to... oh fuck! He as gonna cum! He was gonna cum deep inside of her! She clutched upon him, drawing her claws along his back, while desperate cries left her lips. A part of her wanted to tell him 'no', to tell him to pull out before he couldn't anymore.

But that's not what left her lips...

“Cumming! Cumminng!" she cried out, “Yaaaahhnn~! Ozzie! I'm cumming! Yaaaahhh ~~~! Cum! Cum inside of me! Yaaahhnnn~~~!"

Oswald stopped... and then he--

PAT!

“YAAH!?"

And then he...

PAT!

“YAAHHNN~~~!"

And one last...

PAT!

“MMPHH...!"

And he kissed her...

Deeply...

Passionately...

Hungrily...

And Millikan kissed him back.

Deeply...

Passionately...

Hungrily...

And then she felt it...

Spluuurrt!

“Hnnmmmm!!!"

A muffled, high-pitched moan left Millikan's lips as she ground her mouth against Oswald. Deep down inside, it felt like someone was pouring hot syrup within her greedy snatch. Thick rope after thick rope of semen was pumped inside of her, completely coating her vaginal walls in his white-hot spunk. Millikan could feel every inch of that rush, making her body heat up like an oven, and then cool off as her roaring moans became an--

“Aaahh~!"

So soft, yet so high in pitch. She broke her lips away from his and leaned back, while feeling his climaxing cock tank even more spunk inside of her. Deeper, harder, thicker; Oswald was like some beast marking her pussy in the most primal, breeding way imaginable. And what could she do other than--

“Yaaahhhh...!"

Quivering in his arms, Millikan hugged him cloe while her pussy clinched vice-like around his dick. Her climax was no less strong, but it certainly felt tepid compared to his thick mess. The uices which flowed out of her cunt made a mess of his cock and balls. Maybe – in some way – she was marking him too. A bit of payback for his vicious climax.

But once those climaxes subsided...

“Aahh!"

“Haaah...!"

They both nearly fell, now needing the wall of the alleyway to help support them. Panting desperately, the two struggled to catch their breathes following their spirited tryst. Oswald's own mind was awash with thoughts, struggling to come to form a coherent sentence following what they just did. But he didn't need to, not when his eyes opened.

Millikan's face. She was smiling at him. Glowing blue eyes. Beaming cheeks. Lips curled in a mischievous smile. Perhaps he thought too hard on this. She was beckoning to him... calling out to him...

Desiring him...

“Oswald..." she whispered, “I want to... chu... I want to keep going..."

He paused for a moment.

“Me too."

…

What a day, what a day, what a day. Everyone was having fun, then it started to rain, and every got into the town's cramped mess hall. But, hey, the people of Meridia are a united bunch. They made it worked through the storm, filling out the space and eating together... though she'd say a few fire marshals may have some unkind words about how cramped the mess hall was. And with all of those grills going on at the same time? It's truly a wonder how the mess hall wasn't set ablaze.

But one thing she noticed and almost no one else did, was the mysterious vanishing of Oswald and Millikan. He went to find his daughter, and then... nothing.

Huh...

The door to Sunban Diner suddenly opened up, revealing a certain matronly vixen. Removing her jean jacket form her shoulders, she rested it on a nearby coat rack and then casually flicked the light switch. It was annoying being left alone at the mess hall; she needed to clean up their stall and bring the grill back home by herself. They'd better have a good reason for leaving her alone like they did!

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

“HYYYAAAAAAHHHHH~~~!"

Vishtar's ears and tail twitched in union, her head tipping to the ceiling. That thumping sound... and those cries... they could only mean one thing.

A smile spread out on the vixen's lips as she slowly walked for the stairs. Kicking off her shoes, she wanted to be as quiet as possible for what she was about the witness. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin their moment!

Smiling, Vishtar slowly walked up to Oswald's rented room, seeing that the door was slightly ajar. Good. All she needed to do was lean over, and she would see...

She would see...

She would see...

PATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPATPAT!!!

“YAAAAAHHH ~~~! NYAAAAAHHH~~~! AAAAHHHH ~~~! NYEEEESSS!!! AAAHHH~~~!"

Vishtar would see...

All of it...

Millikan's back was to the door, her nude body glistening in the light of the bedroom. She was coated in sweat, causing her scarlet hair and orange fur to glow like she was a blazing idol of pure fire. Up and down she bounced on the long, stiff, thick cock of a burly lover, one who laid on his bed as the hoyden fox howled and moaned with delirious pleasure.

Oswald's powerful, hungry hands gripped hard upon Millikan's pert and bubbly ass, squeezing and clinching as he thrusted into her tight pussy. She bounced back, riding the waves of pleasure that surged through her. Every thrust sent quivers through her body, not only making her luscious butt clap, but also her perky tits to bounce, and her short hair to do likewise.

A wide smile appeared on Vishtar's lips as she watched her daughter being brought to the heights of sexual bliss. Oh, she looked so beautiful! The sounds that flew from her lips, the way she bounced up and down, how her body reacted from every lustful impact; she was positively glorious!

To think Vishtar would be able to witness this side of Millikan. Finally, all of that taunting, all of that teasing had paid off. Her beautiful daughter was now a beautiful woman!

Vishtar's plan had come to fruition. She didn't know how Oswald and Millikan took the plunge to indulge in one another's bodies, but she didn't care. The lonesome void that had been within her daughter would be put to rest. All Vishtar had to do now was leave the young lovers to their tryst...

But she didn't.

“Hyooooohh~"

A soft moan left the voluptuous vixen's lips as her arms hugged herself close. Gently she kneaded her bosom with one hand, while the other began rubbing her pelvis through her shorts. She was... getting aroused by this? Hah... yes... how could she not? This beautiful, young woman, was being brought amazing pleasure by a randy young man. The fact that the young woman was Millikan, and the young man was Oswald, didn't matter to Vishtar.

If anything, the personal, taboo touch made her even... hungrier. The same cock which she'd indulged in throughout the week, was now making a mess of her daughter's pussy. The matronly fox got watch it slid in, pull out, slide in, pull out, all while Millikan's needy cunt gripped it for more.

Biting into her bottom lip as she indulged in her voyeuristic delights, Vishtar's hand slipped under her shirt, while the other one slid into her shorts. There was no hesitation on her part. The moment her hand got a hold of her tit, the voluptuous vixen began kneading and groping her tit, squeezing and clinching as hard as she pleased. At the same time, she slid both her middle and index finger into her wet folds, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace.

But...

Oh no...

This...

Wasn't good enough anymore. Her body remembered what it felt like to be loved, to be lusted over by another, and now she no longer had it. The one who retaught her that pleasure, was now teaching Millikan what it mean to be a woman.

And...

Oh dear...

Oh my...

That made Vishtar...

Jealous...

She didn't expect to feel this way... but the feeling didn't make her stop.

In and out her fingers slid into her cunt, getting wetter and hotter while her other hand twerked her nipples. If they weren't so loud in there, they may have even heard Vishtar pant desperately before he bit into her bottom lip and moaned. Her green eyes could see Oswald's cock start to tense up, while his balls grew tight. She knew what that meant!

But Oswald suddenly stopped.

Reaching up and grabbing Millikan's shoulder, he drew a whimper from the tomboy fox's lips. Under his guidance she was turned around to face the door, unintentionally putting her on full display for her mother's unflinching eyes. Placing her hands on the bed's bottom post, Millikan raised her ass up for Oswald, presenting it to him. Its pert and bubbly shape, its firm pliability, its luscious curvature; all of it was for him. Her slender and narrow back bottomed out into such wide hips, and a lovely ass.

A lovely ass just waiting to be fucked.

Oswald gripped Millikan's hip with one hand, while his other hand pressed hard against her moist mound. She whimpered again, but her face showed nothing but excitement! The fox nodded, greedily so, while grinning with shear exhilaration. Here it--

THRUST!

CUMS!!!

“HYAAAAAAHHHHH~~~!"

Never did Vishtar think she'd ever see her daughter's face as she climaxed. Her eyes were lidded, her mouth was wide, her voice let loose a howling moan, while her back arched. With one mighty thrust, Oswald brought out an earth-shattering climax from her pussy; just another to add in an ever growing list of amazing orgasms. Her pussy clinched hard around his length, refusing to let go... but he didn't remain inside of her.

Oswald pulled back, making Vishtar's eyes widen a she watched him--

THRUST!

Right into her daughters cunt!

TWHAP!!!

“HYAAAH~! FUCK! OZZZIIEEEE ~~~!" THWAP! “HYAAAAHNNN~~~!!!"

Oswald's burly cock slammed in and out of Millikan's cunt, making her tits clap, her ass bounce, and causing her to see nothing but hearts. The shear slutty pleasure she exposed was a sight worth putting on a frame somewhere. The lidded eyes, the tears that streamed out of said eyes, the red, puffy cheeks, the gaping mouth that let out whorish moans; fuck yes! Millikan was a beautiful, erotic, fertile, nubile, goddess, and she was reaching the absolute zenith of sexual pleasure!

And the long dick that gave her that pleasure, the man responsible for it, ws sticking his cock balls-deep inside of her, his eyes lustful and hungry, his teeth clinched, his grip strong, until--

SPLUURRRTTT!!!

“HYAAAAAHHHH~~~!"

“Hyoooohhh~~!"

Oswald came. He came hard. He came so damn hard, Vishtar could hear it. She could hear Oswald tanking his thick load into her daughter's pussy, filling her womb up with his cum. And as she heard it – as she saw it – a muffled cry of desire left the matronly vixen's lips. She wanted that too. She needed that too.

And that want, that need, that desire...

“Hynnmph...!"

Vishtar's legs clamped in over her hand. Compared to those two young lovers in there, her orgasm was modest, if not quiet and shy. It felt good yes... but not once could she say in her life that she's had an unsatisfying orgasm. But this one? The orgasm she brought herself to? It was certainly unsatisfying.

Suddenly, her hands just weren't enough. They felt weak... lacking even. What she needed was something only Oswald could give her. Hey... why doesn't she just go in there and join them? They wouldn't mind, right?

Hah... funny joke... right?

Well... Vishtar stood up and placed her hand on the wall. She even reached for the door knob, her hand shaking as she mentally debated with herself if this was something she should do. But before she could grab the door knob, Oswald and Millikan's moved again.

He lifted up her daughter, fitting the fox in his lap. She turned to face him; brown eyes on blue. Even from here, Vishtar could read the lust, the desire, the passion, the need they had for one another. And as if to confirm this, they started kissing. It wasn't a fast or hungry kiss though, no... it was slow, tame... romantic.

When Vishtar saw it, she pulled away.

No... this wasn't for her. This was never for her.

And yet...

She still wanted it.

…

“Mmmf... chu... mm... chu... mmff..."

“Nmm... chu... mmm... chu... nmm... chu..."

Lips on lips. Soft kisses. The funk of sex. All illuminated by the rising sun.

Millikan's hands rested on Oswald's neck and shoulders, holding herself close while her ears twitched. All she could hear was their kisses, and all she could feel were said kisses, as well as his body against hers. They were both completely naked, coated in a layer of sweat, while the air of sex floated all around them.

Exhaustion racked their bodies, coupled with a soreness in their limbs. But it was a good kind of exhaustion, and a good kind of soreness. Sure they'd probably have some problems with walking throughout the day... and maybe for the rest of the week, but damn it was it worth it. Ooooooh, was it worth it.

With a parting 'Smack!' of their lips, Millikan pulled away from Oswald, her blue eyes looking demurely into his brown ones. He too stared back in a curious and forlorn manner, while the same question bounced around in their heads.

What now?

They both were unsure of the answer, for neither side knew how to answer it. The boat ride returning to Station Heights was going to be leaving soon, and it was the only boat that left from Meridia. If he didn't leave with it now, then he'd be forced to stay here on the island for another week. Honestly? That sounded amazing.

But would he actually do it? Well... it depends on... on...

“Oswald..." Millikan whispered.

“Yes...?" he replied, almost too excitedly.

“I... you... me and... mom... and... um... uh..."

She closed her eyes and looked down. He could see it on her face; she wanted to ask him something. She so desperately wanted to ask him something! It was the kind of face a child would put on when wanting to ask their parent for something important to them. It was the same kind of face Vishtar wore when she slept with him.

Millikan wanted to ask him something...

But she couldn't...

“I... kehehe..." she put on a cheeky smile, a forced one, “Hey... n-next time you go on vacation... c-come back to Meridia, okay? We'll... Mom and I will... we'll keep the room open for you... p-promise..."

That... wasn't what she wanted to ask him. He could see it, and she knew he could see it. But she just wasn't strong enough to ask the question she wanted to ask... and he wasn't strong enough to make her ask it.

Rome wasn't built in a day: it would take more than an amazing week to kill old habits.

So Oswald put on a smile.

“Yeah... next time I go on vacation, Meridia's going to be my one and only choice!"

Millikan's cheeky smile faded. She was happy with his choice, but it was a consolation compared to what she really wanted.

The feeling was mutual.

“Thank you... Ozzie-wald..."

Leaning her head in to his neck and chest, Millikan stared off to the distance. Oswald too looked to the distance, while the both of them grew silent. But with both not looking at the other, they couldn't see how disappointed their faces were.

“Hm... I need to start packing..."