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"Thanks for taking me, Wolfie.

"Glad to have you with me."

"Yeah, I - " she shoved the large drink I had bought her into my paws, " - I'll be right back." The drink was almost empty.

"It's down there by the - "

"I know." She scurried off.

While I watched her buoyant tail dance off, I felt someone lurking behind me.

"Hey Andrew," I turned to him.

"You ass-hole."

"What?"

"You took off the whole weekend."

"I still work Sunday."

"And I'm stuck working with that horse they just hired."

"Michael? he's nice."

"He's retarded. So, why are you leaving me alone in hell again?"

"Homecoming."

"With Lucy?" I think he meant like Lucy, in the sky.

"Britney."

"Good choice."

"I think Tom and I are going to come here tomorrow morning, too."

"Stupid choice."

"So are you."

Michael the horse stumbled up to Andrew.

"Andrew how - oh hey." Michael waved at me.

"What do you want?" Andrew didn't have a polite tone.

"How do I change the title arts?"

"Holy sh - " he turned to me, his racoon paw rubbing his head, "I have to go, have fun with Lucy."

"I will," I spat my tongue at him, and waved off Michael.

When I turned back around, I found Lucy - Britney, her name's Britney, damn it Andrew - waiting for me.

"Hey," she said, swaying her hips.

"Hey, ready to go?"

"You're not taking me home already, are you?" I lean in to her muzzle.

"Of course not," and peck her nose, pulling out my keys. "Let's go."

I was driving with her in my car, to a surprise location, of course. She just sat back, tail waving.

"You excited for tomorrow?"

"Of course," I told her.

"I'd love to get to show you off."

"Me too." I had to keep my eyes on the road, but she could still see me smiling.

I drove north, until we were at the boat launch by the lake, in a small and shabby parking lot. Honestly, it looked very run down, for a romantic location, but the lake itself made up for it.

I took her paw in my hand and dragged her along to the shore, light waves splashing at large concrete pilings covering the shore.

"They put the concrete here to slow down erosion."

"Cool," she didn't sound that interested, in the concrete, that is. She just leaned back into my shoulder, paw gently gliding up and down my back.

My little Britney looked so sweet with her light orange hair blowing in the wind.

"The moon's pretty." She said, staring up with her head on my shoulder. Her paw dropped much lower, and stayed there.

I didn't reply, but just pressed my muzzle to hers, lapping as deep as I could. She leaned back, letting me hover over her, one of my legs resting between hers.

"In public?" She asked, not sounding too concerned.

"No one's looking."

"What're doing?"

"Eating out," I gave her a giggling smile.

"Very clever." She pretended to slap me.

I gave her another kiss, sticking my paw in her tight jeans, loosening the button and zipper, then sliding them down her slim legs.

When I pushed my self between her legs, muzzle only inches from a small crease in her panties, I peaked my head to each side. No one was there.

The smell itself had been making me hard, very sweet despite its pungency. And, since I just couldn't help myself, I pressed my muzzle hard against her and inhaled, intentionally loudly, and invoke a giggle and twitch from Britney.

Don't want to waste time on silly stuff though. I slid off her beige - that's a weird color for her - panties and caught a full glimpse of her.

She wasn't as furry, or feathery, as Tom had always been down there, maybe she trimmed every so often. There was, though, a few stray hairs leaning into the glistening pink lips. I dove in.

I liked from bottom to top, head tilting with me. At the crests of my undulation she would twitch her legs, and if I pressed especially hard I'd even hear her whimper. I liked hearing that whimper, from her soft feminine voice.

After a minute or so, it was obvious she was bearing down against my licks, widening the opening between her legs. The knot swelling in my pants made it hard to keep myself tethered to the ground. I knew I'd be kicking myself once I got home: I forgot a condom.

This was fine, though. I started pawing myself, and licking as deep as my tongue would reach into her opening, her moans becoming more rapid.

I was panting into her while my muzzle buried itself deeper into the space between her legs. When I couldn't get closer I just pushed harder anyway, her legs and tail waving and brushing around my cheeks.

Her taste was swelling into my mouth, which I honestly couldn't distinguish from Tom's, maybe less salty? I had my saliva and her drippings covering most of my mouth by now, and her moans got louder.

I was never too sure about the whole orgasm thing with women, it wasn't as obvious as it'd be with me or Tom, but that hadn't discouraged me. With every stroke I invoked a louder moan, and quicker jerk of her tail, a sweeter taste in my mouth.

I did this until I almost heard her scream with pleasure, maybe a little too loudly in public, and then start to subside. The bulb of my length hanging out and squeezed within my paw. I was still licking, more slowly now, and focusing on the more peripheral parts of her private area.

"Th - That w - was."

"Awesome." I breathed into her legs.

I checked one more time, still no one to see us. I climbed up and laid myself down next to her. She curled up into me, pants still hanging down her legs, and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks."

"Sure thing," I zipped my fleshy length into my pants. She started to pull up her jeans.

"I have a towel in my car."

"I think I'll be fine."

"Okay." We still sat under the stars like that for a while.

"Britney?"

"Yeah," she whispered back.

"I love you."

She got up, not believing what she had heard. Too soon?

"What?"

"I - " I got nervous, " - Love you."

She jumped into a tight hug with me. "I love you too, Wolfie."

"This was the night before homecoming, right?" The Reptile in the white cloak asks me.

"Yeah, Friday night."

"You told her that you loved her?"

"Yeah."

"Did you."

I paused. "Very much."

"More than Tom?"

"No."

"Less than Tom?"

"No."

"You loved them both?"

"Very - " My voice cracked badly and I coughed. He handed me a glass of water and I calmed down. Damn this collar.

"Very much. More than anything else. And there wasn't either one I'd rather more."

"Did you tell Tom - that you loved him?"

"Actually..."