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>It's hot.

>Unnaturally hot.

>Unbearably hot.

>It's got no reason being this hot when it isn't summer yet.

>The sun has grown sentient in its old age, and the only emotion it knows is hate.

>It's been like this for just about two weeks.

>Some freak of nature heat wave swept through most of the east coast.

>It's never been this hot.

>School was a hellscape.

>Your home wasn't much better, even though you hit the AC like you were about to lose it forever.

>God have mercy on the electrical bill.

>Circle activity was at a dismal level.

>Tisha, the squirrel who sells drinks, sold out within the first like, hour on the first day of this heat wave.

>The people who tried to fight, almost got slept by heatstroke instead of their opponents.

>The sun became a new challenger. And it won.

>So the executive decision was that you would all wait until the heat died back down.

>With no Circle to go to, your days consisted of speeding Mirabelle home, and idling at her house as you attempted to let the heat fade before heading home yourself.

>You asked Mirabelle if her house had a pool.

>Every Hills house should have a pool, or so you have convinced yourself.

>She told you they did, but it can't be used because it needs "attention".

>She emphasized attention, so whatever attention it needs, it's probably serious.

>So you continued to suffer in the heat.

>Eventually Mikael came to you all with a genius idea.

>"Let's go to the Bluemoon this weekend."

>That sentence was like a message from the heavens.

>The Bluemoon River is one of those natural attractions, or whatever one would call it.

>You can go tubing or kayaking and such, depending on the water conditions.

>You don't need to buy a ticket or anything, but you do have to rent a tube.

>It's not even a particularly long drive away, so it sounded like a fantastic idea.

>Everyone agreed.

>Mirabelle opted to invite her friends.

>Mikael thought that was a great idea.

>Of course he did.

>MIrabelle's friends agreed, so you've got a whole ass party together.

>You hash out the details, and you've got a plan to go tubing on Saturday.

>You're in the back of Lewis' car with the boys, jamming to the music obnoxiously loud.

>Everyone met up before leaving, but Mirabelle chose to ride there with her friends.

>So you're just a bunch of dudes being bros right now.

>But since everyone chose to arrive in their bathing suits, you caught a sight of Mirabelle.

>It was just a bikini top and a pair of denim short shorts.

>You think she has the bikini bottoms on too, because you can see the strings slightly peeking out over the shorts.

>But damn.

>Something was rising and it wasn't the temperature.

>It's strange.

>You've seen her in various states between dressed and naked on several seperate occasions.

>Ever since your relationship became intimate several months ago.

>The fact that your parents are not home means the opportunities for lovin' are always available.

>But seeing her still brings an excitement that doesn't fade.

>And seeing her swimsuit was very much the same.

>You had to squat and count pi to yourself for a moment.

>The boys knew why. The girls didn't.

>Anyways after a good 30 or so minutes of getting buck wild in Lewis' niisan, you guys arrive at the Bluemoon River.

>Finding a park is simple because it's kind of just a, wherever your car can fit, kind of deal.

>The girls arrive a few minutes after you.

>Lewis drives kind of fast sometimes.

>You look around as everyone gathers together.

>There aren't as many cars around as you expected, so there might not be a whole lot of people.

>Which is good, because it's not like you reserved tubes or anything.

>If they ran out you'd be out of luck.

>"Well, no point standing around, let's get a move on." Lewis says, eager to get out of the heat and into the water.

>You all agree and move to the rental area.

>"Well well, look what we have here." calls a slightly familiar voice.

>You look over to find Alison and Elise walking over, tubes in hand.

>A few of the other cheerleaders are here, however names are unknown to you.

>You do however see Tyrell with his girlfriend.

>You call out to him and throw your hand up in greeting.

>He trots over to you and offers a fist bump which you reciprocate, then retreats to his girlfriend.

>"So this is why we're here?" you interrogate Mikael. "So you can do what you always do."

>"What. Nooo." he replies, convincing absolutely no one. "We're here to spend time together, as friends. This is complete coincidence."

>You look to Elise and Alison.

>"We told him we were coming since it was so fucking hot." Elise gives you the truth. "We said he should come and he said he would if his friends did."

>"Something tells me he would've come even if we said no." Verne inputs.

>You nod. As does Lewis, Mirabelle, Jane and Kim.

>"Well, now that we are ALL here!" Mikael says. "We may as well all hang out."

>You shrug.

>The more the merrier.

>Or at least that's what they say.

>Everyone gets their tube for the day.

>As you're all geting ready to go Mikael points out a small vendor selling what looks to be snow cones.

>"Who wants snow cones?" he asks. "My treat."

>"Fuck yeah. Treats on Mikael's dime, say no more." Verne says, walking toward the vendor.

>You're inclined to agree, snow cones sound pretty poggers right now.

>You walk towad the vendor as well, but notice.

>Mirabelle is not with the group.

>You give a quick glance around and find her near the water's edge looking down the river.

>You walk up to her.

>"Hey. We're getting snow cones, you want one?" you ask her.

>She takes another moment to look down the river.

>Then she turns. And smiles at you.

>It's not one of her joyful smiles, but it isn't quite one of her smug or taunting grins.

>Well, you don't think it is, but with the way her eyes are squinted as she beams up at you.

>Maybe it's a strange variant.

>One that you don't think you've seen before.

>"You alright?" you feel the need to ask.

>"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine." she tells you. "I just, remembered something interesting about this river. In fact. I'll show it to you, let's go."

>"Okay?" you say with more than a hint of confusion. "But right now? What about the group?"

>"Eh. They'll all be together, they'll be fine. Won't even notice we're gone."

>This is odd.

>You all came as a group, her friends are here. You aren't sure why she's so eager to ditch them.

>You aren't too keen on ditching everyone like this, but Mirabelle seems... Strangely insistent.

>She's already pulling you by the arm and hurrying you along.

>"Alright alright, if it's that important we can go." you say, relenting to her advance.

>Now that odd look on her face changes to the joyful smile you know so well.

>You give one more look over your shoulder at your friends grabbing snow cones.

>They're a little too far to hear you call for them with the chatter and river sounds, and Mirabelle is still moving you toward the river, refusing to release you.

>Luckily, or seemingly sensing your need to make contact, Mikael looks back and notices you near the water's edge.

>You wave at him and hook your thumb over your shoulder, signaling that you're going ahead.

>He throws a thumbs up at you, then says something to the group and points in your direction.

>A few of the group turn and nod in understanding.

>Alright, so they at least know you're taking off, that's good enough.

>You feel the pang of daggers glaerd into you, and you can only assume it's Jane and Kim, upset that you have stolen their friend yet again.

>But it's not your fault this time.

>You will be sure to tell them that once you all meet again.

>And they will surely not believe you.

>Oh well.

>You float lazily down the river with Mirabelle.

>She was insistent on getting as close as possible and holding your hand.

>"Don't wanna float away from each other or anything." she said.

>You're going the same speed in the same direction, so you doubt the possibility of that.

>She obviously just wanted to hold your hand, it's just like the "Don't get lost in the crowd" excuse.

>But hey, as you've demonstrated to everyone time and again during Circle antics, you are not above your public displays of degeneracy.

>You feel a deep sense of calm as you float.

>The water is cool.

>There's plenty of cool air and shade from the millions of trees that line the edges of the river.

>You enjoy the peace and tranquility for a while.

>You look to Mirabelle, but she looks more like she's searching for something along the river.

>Maybe she's just admiring the scenery.

>You're too zen to question her at the moment.

>Some time passes, but you don't know how much.

>But eventually Mirabelle's voice brings you out of your oneness with nature.

>"Oh, there it is." she says.

>You open your eyes and look around.

>"There what is?" you ask.

>She points to a tree.

>You recognize that tree.

>That tree is hanging dangerously over the edge of the river.

>Like a strong jolt or a shake of the earth will cause it to fall in.

>It's either going to partially block the river, or create a dope ass tree bridge.

>You aren't sure which since you aren't completely sure how long it actually is.

>You remember when you were young, a group of older asshole kids were throwing rocks at it or something, trying to get it to fall.

>You had come with your parents and your dad laid into those idiots.

>If tone of voice could kill someone, they would've been fucking dead.

>It gave you a strange mix of fear and awe, hearing your old man like that.

>Of course, that was the only time you saw him that way.

>If he ever finds out you've been lying to him about the Circle, will you see that side of him again?

>Not a question for today!

>"Why were you looking for that tree?" you ask her.

>"That means we're close." she answers. "C'mon, we need to start going this way."

>She starts paddling with her free hand toward the rightmost side of the river.

>You follow her motions, but you're still confused.

>"Close. To what now?" you continue to question.

>"You'll see when we get there." is her answer.

>That odd smile has returned to her face.

>Eventually you reach a small divide in the river.

>The side path is small, barely a dozen feet wide.

>You're certain it's a dead end, surrounded by trees and grass and foliage.

>But Mirabelle insists it's the way to go.

>"This way." she urges.

>"That's a dead end, Mira." you try to explain. "We're just gonna have to get up and walk our way back to the main part of the river."

>The split is practically side by side with the main part of the river, but it elevates a bit somehow.

>Or maybe the actual river is just on a decline.

>"Don't worry about it." she says, waving your warnings away.

>Alright, let her do what she will.

>You continue to follow her lead and drift for a while until the current slows down even more than it already was.

>The trees have thinned out a bit, so you can peek and see the regular path of the river from where you are.

>You have to paddle your way forward now.

>And like you said, you come to a part of the split that is consumed by a big ass bush.

>It might be several bushes that grew and fused together over the years, because it lies right above the little stream and everything.

>"So." you say. "Where to now? We gotta go around?"

>"Nope." she replies. "We're here."

>She comes to the right of the little stream and steps onto land, dragging her tube up a bit.

>Curious, you follow her.

>You look passed the giant bush thing, and see the stream does not continue.

>"We're here huh?" you say with all the confusion in your voice that you can muster.

>She comes up to the bush and reaches out.

>She grabs a branch of it, and you notice that it has a very tiny red ribbon on it.

>Oh shit.

>Is this?

>She pulls back on the branch and an entire patch of them pull back like a leafy doorway.

>It's like a secret hideout!

>You peer in.

>Completely unlike the giant bush thing you would expect, the inside is manacured, like someone trimmed the inside of it like a garden hedge or something.

>There's a big hole directly at the top, likely to let sunlight into it.

>The edges of the stream have been dug out to give it more circumference along with the edge of the shrubbery.

>It's like a small pond or something.

>Enough space for your party of nine-ish to have fit in it, and then some.

>"I had no idea this was here. How did you-"

>You don't get to finish your question as she(not so) gently shoves you inside.

>The water comes up to about your thighs,even though right outside it was about waist deep.

>"Short answer: my older brothers, a year or two ago. Did they tell me about it? Not exactly. Did I still find out about it? Yes I did."

>She walks in and steps past you.

>With her back to you, she looks up into the natural sunroof and takes a deep breath.

>"Now. No more questions." she continues. "There's something better you can be doing with your mouth right now."

>At this sentence she turns to you, and that odd smile is back and more intense than it has been so far.

>She's biting her bottom lip, just a little bit.

>...

>Oh.

>You think you finally understand what that look is.

>You believe the ancient scholars of facial expressions and gesture based communication would refer to this particular look as the infamous "fuck me eyes".

>Oh baby.

>"Are you-" you start, not sure of the words you need to use to craft a coherent thought. "Are we- Did you bring me here...? So we could...?"

>She reaches to her back and pulls at the strings supporting her top.

>As it gracefully falls away she grabs it, tosses it to land and says "I thought I said no more questions."

"Yes ma'am." you say. And those are the final words you offer.

>The gap of several feet between you feels like miles as you move to close it.

>Luckily she meets you halfway.

>You wrap her in your arms and she places her hands on your chest.

>You move to kiss her and.

>Pause as you hear the sounds of casual conversation to your left.

>It's far enough away that you can't hear the particulars, but close enough that you can still hear it.

>"Wait Mira." you say, forcing yourself to think with the head on your shoulders and not the one in your pants. "I can hear voices down there. If I can hear them don't you think that means, they could probably hear us?"

>She looks at you, and brings a finger to her lips before whispering, "I guess we'll just have to be quiet then won't we?"

>There is no reason in those big blue eyes, only lust.

>She stands on her tiptoes and brings her hands to your shoulders to pull you down toward her.

>She plants a kiss on your lips, gentle at first. Before all semblance of gentle is tossed to the side.

>Her tongue knocks at the gate of your teeth, demanding entry, and you grant it.

>She slides and glides her tongue over yours eagerly.

>You attempt to match her fervor, but there's a fire in her, greater than any of the other times when things have gotten sexy.

>You've only locked lips for a few moments, before she slides a hand down toward your trunks, loosening and dragging them down to reveal the object of her desire.

>She grips your Lil 'Non with purpose.

>She doesn't stop her tongue though as she begins stroking you back and forth.

>No longer content with simply receiving everything she's throwing at you, you force your hands into action.

>You trace them down her back and stop at her tail.

>You make gentle scratching motions at the base of it.

>You know she likes that so you do it whenever you get the chance.

>The moans she lets out as her lips stay firmly connected with yours spurs you onward.

>With one hand continuing the motions, you bring the other to the front of her shorts to undo her button.

>You've mastered the legendary art of the one handed button removal, and after a dexterous flick of your fingers, it is no longer an obstacle.

>Unfortuantely, your successful dexterity check causes Mirabelle to part from your kiss and release your manhood.

>Head angled down and eyes cast up at you, she makes a show of dropping her shorts, slightly swaying her hips as she brings them down, inch by inch.

>She just has to tease, nothing has changed.

>Once they're off they join her top.

>She looks down and notices you twitching in anticipation.

>"Oh he's just begging for my attention, isn't he?" she says seductively.

>You nod fervently.

>Ever since your first time, she's gotten real good at the whole seductiveness.

>The shy bun has faded, and a bold temptress has emerged.

>"Well lucky for him, I need some attention too." she says, retaking your member in her hands. "So let's-"

>But it's at moments like these, that you two really understand your differences.

>Namely, Mirabelle is fucking shor-, er uh, vertically challenged.

>Her head barely comes to right under your sternum.

>Your member is about level with her stomach area right now.

>You take a quick look around.

>The surrounding area is a bit to gritty to sit or lay on.

>You could pick her up and do that move you've seen in your Saturday night research.

>"How do you wanna do this?" you ask her, open to suggestions.

>She gives it a moment of thought.

>"If I remember right." she mumbles, more to herself than to you. "There should be a..."

>She wanders closer to the northern part of the pond, feeling around with her feet.

>"Found it!" she yells out, stepping onto something.

>It gives her about a full foot in height.

>"What's that?" you ask, because apparently you need answers more than you need the feeling of Mirabelle's body on yours.

>"Stepping stone." she answers. "For the height differences."

>"Oh." you say.

>... A thought occurs to you.

>She said she heard about this place from her older brothers, though it sounds more like she overheard about it, instead of them telling her about it.

>There's a stepping stone. "For height differences".

>Her brothers are tall as fuck.

>...

>Is this like, her brothers' fuck pond or something?

>They just bring girls here to smash?

>You don't know if you feel comfortable standing here anymore.

>But you think.

>Is this kind of like that "fucking a girl on your brother's bed" thing you've heard about?

>Mirabelle's voice brings you back to the present.

>"Anooon." she calls.

>Glancing over her shoulder, she bends over slightly, hands on her knees, arch in her back.

>Her tail gently swaying left and right beckons you forward.

>"Don't keep me waiting."

>Once again this distance is too great.

>You close it in an instant.

>You lay a hand on her supple but firm ass.

>You use your other hand to line yourself up with her waiting entrance.

>You bring yourself forward and.

>Miss on purpose, causing the head of your cock to graze against her clit.

>She half moans, half sighs, like it felt good, but wasn't the pleasure she was seeking.

>You angle again and repeat the action, missing purposefully.

>On the third miss, she looks back at you.

>Which would be hot, but there's impatience on her face.

>"Are you. Teasing me? Right now?" she asks slowly.

>"... What? No, of course not." you spew quickly.

>There's a look in her eye that says "if you keep playing, you will drown in this pond."

>So you opt to give her what she wants.

>You line up for real this time, and push your way into her wanting flesh.

>The sigh of content you receive this time tells you that she has decided to spare your life.

>You place your hands on her hips and rock your own hips forward and back, slowly.

>The pleasure building in you says this isn't enough.

>But in the interest of remaining quiet as was stated, you continue at the pace you've set.

>Even if they've never sang it themselves, the sounds of the Pound Town Anthem are easily recognized by all.

>However Mirabelle has the body language of a woman in need.

>She leans back into you as you thrust forward and as she takes you to the base a particularly lustful moan escapes her lips.

>You hope no one heard that.

>"Hey hey." you sharply whisper. "I thought you said to be quiet."

>"Sorry. Can't help it." she moans. "Feels good. More, deeper."

>You know for a fact, that if you do as she asks, all attempts to be quiet will fail spectacularly.

>It takes a certain level of strength to deny her requests.

>Unfortunately it is strength that you do not have, and so you yield.

>Maintaining the same speed you've kept so far, you lay into her with deeper strokes.

>The feeling of her walls contracting in pleasure is a sensation that you can never build resistance to.

>However the abysmal pace you've set for yourself is beginning to grow frustrating.

>It's frustrating Mirabelle as well, it seems.

>"Faster." she practically demands.

>You need no convincing this time.

>Brain effectively turned off, you increase your speed now.

>The familiar sounds of your bodies colliding begins to resonate in the space around you.

>Oh well. If people hear, then they hear.

>You're hidden here, not like they'll know who exactly it is.

>With that being the excuse you've given yourself, you continue to slam your hips against Mirabelle's.

>You move your hands from her hips to wrap around her waist and stomach, pulling her backward into you.

>You hold her against your chest tightly and increase the intensity of your thrusts.

>She holds her arms over yours and tightly grips at your arms.

>She's still attempting to stay quiet, but every several thrusts will force out a powerful moan, or a sharp intake of air.

>You look down to admire her form clasped against yours, and something catches your eye.

>Her ears slightly bouncing from every wild thrust you deliver.

>...

>A sudden idea sparks to life.

>Still thrusting, you angle your head low and do your best to grip onto the tip of her ear with your mouth.

>You've rubbed her ears before idly and she seemed to enjoy that.

>You don't plan to do anything so gentle right now though.

>With the tip of her ear in your mouth, you introduce teeth.

>As you clamp down on her ear, her body goes rigid, her walls threaten to crush you, and she lets out a cry of pained pleasure.

>... Now all of China knows you're fucking.

>You consider letting go.

>"Ooh, y-you are so, g-gonna get it." she says, stammering through her sentence and promising revenge.

>Well, ix-nay that plan.

>Now you hold dominion!

>You bite her again and renew the fervor in which you pound against her.

>Her grip on your arms tightens as your pleasure simultaneously begins to reach a crescendo.

>After informing her of the low chance of children during your first time, every climax you've given her has been internal, at her behest.

>And if for some reason you don't fill her up, the round doesn't count and you have to go again.

>So you make an effort to give her what she wants.

>At this point you don't even really need to let her know when the finish line approaches.

>But you still feel the need to inform her every time it does.

>"Getting close, Mira." you tell her quickly, needing breath for more important things.

>"Me too! Do it, y-you know, what I want!" she replies, similarly quickly.

>Of course you do know, and you plan to give it to her.

>Just a few more moments and.

>"Ahahaha, Mikael!" a familiar female voice shouting your friend's name causes you to freeze up instantly.

>Oh fuck, they caught up.

>You halt and listen.

>If these jokers manage to hear you, and figure out it's you two, they surely won't let you live it down.

>You can hear their conversation, and it sounds like they'll be passing you soon.

>Just gotta ride it out until-

>"Why'd you stop?" Mirabelle asks, disappointment flooding her voice.

>"Sh sh sh!" you hurriedly whisper.

>They're still talking but don't seem to have noticed.

>But Mirabelle. Oh, Mirabelle.

>What she wants, she now gets.

>She rocks her own hips back and forward, ignoring the world around her.

>She begins to moan again but you place a hand over her mouth.

>Her response to this is to lick at your fingers.

>Your mind tells you to stop, but your body says fuck that.

>And suddenly that familiar sensation that you had denied Mirabelle and yourself is returning.

>It's returning to her too because she picks up the pace.

>You can't hold yourself back anymore either, and you thrust forward to meet her.

>And just as the end approaches, your hand on Mirabelle's mouth falters.

>She lets out a sharp but prolonged moan that people back at the start of the river could probably have heard.

>As you fill Mirabelle with the product of your climax, your entire body is tense instead of relaxed like it usually is.

>As if you were just caught in the act right at the moment of release.

>Mirabelle however, is in a state of bliss, and you have to hold on tight, lest she fall forward into the pond.

>"What on earth was that?" you hear a voice, likely Jane, call out.

>Well shit.

>They're passing your area now, but the jig is up.

>If they reach the end, notice you aren't there and can figure out that the sound they just heard was a moment of sexual release.

>Well, you know for a fact you'll never hear the end of it from Verne and Mikael.

>But, as if receiving a decree from Odin, Mikael attempts to come to your rescue.

>He lets out a sharp and impressively realistic bird-like caw, as if Huninn and Muginn are roosting in his throat.

>"You think that was a bird?" someone says.

>Louder than you would think is necessary, he replies "Of course it must've been a bird. What else could possibly be in those trees, making those high pitched noises?"

>The tone in his voice says, he knows exactly what it was, and is just trying to save someone's skin.

>At this point they're drifting too far for you to hear anything else they're saying, but you think they believe him.

>Thank God for Mikael's silver tongue. Even the most heinous of lies are gospel to these people.

>Your heart is beating pretty hard.

>That was nerve racking.

>And kind of exciting?

>Maybe you understand why the Dunwick brothers have this little spot.

>Mirabelle recovers quickly from her afterglow and you loosen your grip on her.

>"So much for being quiet." you say flatly.

>She shrugs in response, smile on her face.

>"You think you have one more in you?" she asks, because of course she hasn't had enough.

>Luckily your stamina's gotten better from dealing with hers.

>"Yee." you say quickly.

>Your friends are definitely going to know something was up when they arrive way ahead of you, even though you left before them.

>But oh well.

>You have her face you and you plant your hands firmly on the space between her ass and her thighs.

>You give a heave and lift her up easily.

>She wraps her legs around your waist and her arms around your neck.

>You begin the second round of your lustful tongue duel.

>Luckily, the ceaseless endurance Mirabelle holds has caused your refractory period to shorten dramatically, and within a minute or two you're standing at attention again.

>You lower her against your member to wordlessly announce that you're good to go again.

>But you have your hands full and lack the magic ability to slide exactly where you need to go.

>So a helping hand from Mirabelle brings you to where you need to be.

>A wiggle of her hips and a quick motion from the both of you, and once again you are firmly rooted together.

>As you bounce and slam her weight against yours, she rolls her hips in a similar rythym.

>You continue kissing her in an effort to keep her silent this time.

>But maybe because of this, she doesn't feel the need to hold them back.

>So as the moans are freed from her mouth into yours, you could swear they were louder than they were before.

>Maybe it's just proximity.

>She breaks from the kiss and buries her face in your shoulder.

>Mouth agape, you can feel her tongue lolling from her mouth and the edge of her teeth against the crook of your shoulder.

>You look at her from the corner of your eye, and it's kind of cute.

>But you didn't realize that revenge was her actual aim.

>She brings her head back up and you can feel her lean forward.

>A hot breath against your ear tickles it.

>And then she noms down on your earlobe.

>You stifle a screech of pain.

>But at the same time it sends a jolt through your spine to your loins.

>That wasn't. Bad?

>Aw man this is how kinks are born.

>Still latched onto your earlobe, you can hear her chuckling.

>Of course you know, this means war.

>You reignite your thrusts with improved vigor.

>The sloppy pounding sounds that are sure to alert everyone no longer register in your head.

>The moans in your ear and the slightly sharp pain pulsating on it do however register.

>She bites down a bit harder and it brings you closer.

>You slam into her with every bit of energy you have left.

>You didn't expect her biting you to get you going so hard.

>This is probably what she felt when you bit her.

>Granted, her ears are definitely more sensitive than yours.

>But this is it.

>Another finish soon approaches.

>For you as well as her, judging by the increasing pitch in her voice and the unyielding tightness closing around you.

>Another nom on your ear sends you off to another dimension.

>She opened this box.

>And you came.

>You hold your breath in an attempt to silence any vocalization of your climax.

>Mirabelle does not follow suit and as she frees your ear from her assault, you block her mouth with yours to try and keep it down.

>It definitely did not work.

>You manage to turn around and slowly bring yourself to sit on the stepping stone.

>Sex while standing is kind of tough on the legs, huh?

>Mirabelle sits in your lap, still coupled together, and leans into you.

>She lifts her face to look into your eyes.

>You look down at her.

>And then, to ruin the moment and announce your failures, a female voice that you don't recognize shouts out "Damn! I wish I was getting fucked like that!"

>And a male voice a bit up the river returns "I know right?!"

>... Mission failed! We'll get 'em next time.

>You both look at each other, embarrassment carved deep into your faces.

>Time to get out of here, is the general idea.

>You redress and wait for an oppurtune time to escape the nest of your shame.

>After a moment where it looks particularly clear, you return to the main part of the river.

>It seems like nobody noticed where you came from, so it should be fine.

>But the underlying feeling that everyone knows of your debauchery stayed with you for some time.

>You and Mirabelle continued to float lazily down the river hand in hand, until you came up on the portion where you had to exit.

>You looked around and didn't see your friends, so you thought maybe you could play it off a bit if you ran into them.

>Maybe they already dropped off their tubes and got lifted back to the top.

>People drive karts back up to the starting zone of the river, for the people who parked up there or are trying to go again.

>Mirabelle and you return your tubes and head toward the bench where you can wait for a kart to take you back.

>"Anon." you hear from behind you, and turn to see Mikael, posted up against a tree like a shifty thug.

>"Oh damn, Mikael. Where's everyone else at?" you ask him.

>"They went farther down." he explains. "Some of them thought you two had fallen asleep and missed the exit or something, and the others just wanted to walk the trail."

>He grins at you.

>"But I stayed behind. To wait for you."

>...

>He knows, he knows, he absolutely knows.

>"I mean," he continues. "I just can't help but notice that you two left significantly ahead of us. And yet you're just now arriving. Why on earth could that be?"

>"We had a problem- There was a tree- a bunch of jerks- my tube started deflating-" you and Mirabelle ramble.

>"... I had to stop... And go pee." you say as more of a question than a statement.

>He circles you, eyeing you intensely.

>Like an inquisitor ready to deem you both heretics and exterminatus your entire existence.

>That was a terrible lie, it makes absolutely no sense.

>But then he stops in front of you, offering a shrug and a nod.

>"Makes perfect sense." he says.

>Oh.

>Speech 100

>"But next time you uh. 'Stop and go pee'." he says with air quotes. "Try not to make your physical evidence so obvious."

>You have no idea what he means.

>He looks to both of you and tugs his ear before grinning and walking away.

>You look to Mirabelle.

>She seems to know what he means.

>She pokes your ear, then grabs her own to inspect it.

>Ah.

>There's a visible red mark from where you bit her.

>Your teeth parted her fur and now you can see the shape of your teeth planted in her poor flesh.

>Likewise, you're sure it's obvious on your own ear as well.

>You facepalm in defeat.

>Mirabelle and you look at each other.

>"Worth it." you say in tandem.

>Time to go find the rest of your friends.

>Let's hope they don't also ask the same questions.

>Luckily, when you do all meet up, no one questions you.

>Mikael gave them a good bullshit story that was leagues better than anything you could've come up with.

>And of course he's Mikael, so whatever he says has to be true.

>He must have practice with cover stories.

>He gave you a wink, and you promised him Kane's on you.

>He held you to Kane's and also some ice cream from Dairy Kween, which you agreed to.

>All in all. You had a pretty enjoyable day.

>As exciting as the prospect is, you just hope the public stuff doesn't become a regular occurrence.

>You already have to match your beloved queen's stamina.

>You hope you don't have to match any of her dangerously wild fetishes as well.

>However, because you love her, you will if you absolutely have to.

>But for today, with the heat beaten and the lust sated, your queen is satisfied.

>Long live the queen.

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Author's Notes:

I had substantial free time and I was motivated. So have another follow up right after chapter 2 to tide you over for a while.

Nothing much to say about this one, it is what it is. So I hope you like it.

You know where I'll see you.