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_Here is chapter three. Still have lots to write about, but I got a busy few weeks ahead so it may be a while. Thanks for all the comments and votes!

There is strangeness in this chapter. And chocolate cake. And licking.

Actually the yiff in this chapter involves lots and lots of oral play and female bits, and not too much else. Hope you can dig that.

-Lemnwezel_

Leaves rustled softly as the trio of newcomers trudged along the path towards the town, with the sun setting in an amber haze against a distant and obscured horizon.

The initial surprise at entering this new world had worn off, and now Jeff's mind began to fill with worries. So many unknowns: what would they do now? What would they eat? Would they be able to fit into this new place and be happy? What about Opie?

Jeff had decided the ostrich needed a name, and settled on "Opie" because it had used an Opteron processor in its previous incarnation. He wondered if it still did in some strange way, somewhere underneath those feathers.

The ostrich strolled behind them cautiously, his head constantly shifting to peer in one direction or the other, and occasionally making clicking sounds when something would startle him. And with the acute new senses he'd acquired, it happened fairly often, making Jeff wonder what it could be out there he was smelling, or hearing.

Eva, however, was not concerned with such things.

Though she had gained the ability to speak, she was still, in many ways, very dog-like. She understood things like love, loyalty, sexuality, hunting, and fighting, but more abstract concepts were a bit beyond her grasp. To her, there was merely whatever had to be accomplished at the moment, and Jeff could take care of deciding what that was. It was simply the way things had always been, and she was quite happy with the arrangement.

They didn't see any other animals on their way, except for one oddly quick turtle. Eva had pounced on it as it scampered by, so that she could get a better look at the creature. It didn't seem frightened or even defensive when she did so. It just seemed slightly annoyed, as if it had somewhere very important to go and this was just another impediment to its progress. While its head, limbs, and tail seemed about like the turtles Jeff remembered, it's shell had the appearance of eroded sandstone; grainy, but smoothly contoured into a fairly even convex shape. When Eva lifted it off the ground it's legs kept running, which she found hilarious.

But the sunlight was beginning to grow dim, so they let the turtle be on its way and continued on until at last they had arrived at the town. A hand-painted signpost along the path stated, "Welcome to White Paws, population 34.625".

It had the feel of a Spanish colonial town; buildings were made out of adobe and other earthen materials. They were apparently on the main street, which was lined with various shops, restaurants, and open air trading areas. In the center of the town was a well and a shrine of some sort. A Fresnel lens adorned its top, and it sat in a shallow pool of water. There was some noise coming from what appeared to be a tavern nearby, so Jeff and Eva, with some trepidation, headed in. The ostrich waited patiently just outside, sniffing at some railings.

There were several long tables where furs of all kinds were gathered, eating, drinking, and conversing. The ceiling appeared to be white concrete, smoothly vaulted from the four corners to a windowed crown through which they could see the sky, now a dim indigo in dusk. In a far corner, a small group of ferret minstrels were playing an upbeat tune on flutes and various stringed instruments. In the other distant corner appeared to be the tavern keeper, a white tiger who was merrily polishing off the bar and keeping an eye on things. Looking up, he spotted Jeff and Eva.

"Welcome, newcomers!", he called out while motioning for them to over to him, "we've been expecting you!"

Jeff and Eva glanced at each other, then headed over to the tiger, walking carefully to avoid bumping into the patrons or the constantly present waitstaff.

"My name is Pete, and you must be Jeff and Eva. This must be very exciting for the two of you, new to this world and all!", the Tiger beamed at them merrily.

"It's been quite an adventure so far, " Jeff nodded in agreement, while giving Eva a covert grope just above her tail.

"The Scoutmaster said you'd be stopping by, and has made arrangements for your well being while you get acquainted with your new world. He told us of how you came to emerge into our world, and how you must be pure of spirit and heart to have been sent here. A generous and clever one, the Scoutmaster is!", Pete exclaimed.

"Hey I was wondering," Jeff interjected, "the sign on the road said your population here is 34.625. How can that be?"

"Ahhh, " Pete grinned, "that will become clear, should you decide to pay a visit to Gerald, our accountant. He is a bit... touched, so if you do meet him try not to continue down lines of inquiry that seem to agitate him. You might say he's a little too tightly wound...", Pete added, chuckling to himself.

"Oh yes, the Scoutmaster said there was a third one in your party? A large bird was it?"

"Yes, Opie, our ostrich," Jeff replied.

"Will he be staying in your room, or perhaps be making use of our stables? I'd not recommend leaving him out in the street at night, as sometimes there are... things... that roam into town at night."

Jeff pondered this for several moments. Opie had been just a computer with an AI that was fairly advanced for the time, but apparently it had gained some type of consciousness as well. And just from observing how well it had adapted to new situations, understanding its name almost immediately, and recognizing simple spoken commands, it had become obvious to Jeff that it was learning things much faster than the old AI alone could possibly be managing. Opie was also very curious, and seemed to be happier around learning situations. It was constantly leaning down to sniff things, nudging over rocks with his beak, and just generally filling his senses as much as he could.

That part about things roaming into town at night he deliberately chose to ignore for now.

"Ummm... Stables for tonight then. Are there other creatures in there to keep him company?" Jeff said at last.

"There are a few other guests there, " Pete nodded. "Lets get that taken care of now, shall we? I hate to rush you, but it is beginning to get dark, and we like to be pretty well locked down before nighttime."

Pete then turned to face a small room in the back, calling out, "Dani, can you help our guests get their companion situated in the stables for the night?"

A young orange and white tabby cat came skipping merrily into the room, a small silver bell jingling on his tail, licking what appeared to be a Popsicle. The soft, thin fabric of his white culottes sparkled in the torchlight of the tavern. His loose, bright yellow halter top, made of a similar material, left his smooth, thin abs quite exposed for all to see.

"I'd be delighted to!" Dani burst out after seeing Jeff. Dani grinned at the fox, licking the Popsicle suggestively while looking the fox up and down in a not entirely subtle manner.

Pete smirked a bit at Dani and rolled his eyes.

Eva cleared her throat a bit, startling the little cat who suddenly became aware of her rather imposing presence.

Dani giggled nervously, finished off his Popsicle, and motioned for them to follow him as he sauntered out the tavern door.

Outside, Opie was rubbing his beak along the railings just outside the tavern. He'd sniff on a spot, peck at it, then lean his head back to stare at the spot for a few moments before moving on to the next one.

"Come on, Opie!", Jeff beckoned, and the Ostrich immediately came over to them as they followed the cat around to the back of the tavern, where a large stable was set up.

Inside, all manner of creatures were being kept, many of which made some sort of sound as they entered. A grey and white winged donkey in the corner stall closest to the entrance brayed at them softly, while in the adjacent corner a blue lizard as big as Eva rustled slightly in its hay bed.

"Lets just put him over in this stall for now, shall we?" Dani asked rhetorically, opening the low gate wide. Jeff led Opie into the large stall, made cozy by a significant amount of fresh straw and hay. With his long neck, Opie had a pretty good view of all the other creatures in the stable. Just over one stall a griffin was laying down snoozing, and in the stall on the other side was what appeared to be a brown cow with no limbs. It was hovering several inches above the ground, it's long, thick tail lazily twisting in the straw as it slept.

Jeff boggled at the sight of the strange creature, making a mental note to ask about it at some point. Opie appeared somewhat fixated on it as well.

"Does Opie need anything special?" Dani asked.

Jeff pondered the question for a moment, his mind still reeling from the cow.

"Ummm.... Seems to be content with grasses and such. Give him some pebbles to play with if he gets bored," Jeff replied, looking back at Opie.

Dani skittered off to relay the directions to a pair of rottweilers playing chess at the far end of the stable, and Jeff told Opie they'd be back in the morning, hoping he understood...

"OK, we're all set!" Dani called out, turning back around to face them. One of the rotties took advantage of the situation by giving Dani's butt a firm smack with his paw. Dani made an "eeep!" sound and jumped up a few inches, making the silver bell on his tail jingle loudly. Both dogs burst into laughter.

Dani regained his composure and walked back to Jeff and Eva. He tried to give the rotties a dirty look, but ended up breaking into a grin despite himself.

"Well now that that's settled, it's time for a special treat!" Dani announced cheerfully, leading them back through the now chilly night air and back into the tavern.

The two guard dogs they'd left inside gazed into the impending darkness, and began locking the place down for the night. They shut and barred the large main door, covered all the windows with heavy shutters, and bolted everything shut. That which they feared had not visited lately, but there was always a chance. Most of the animals could sense their fear, and became rather quiet while the dogs made their rounds around the barn to make sure all the beasts were comfortable for the night.

Once inside the tavern, Dani bolted the door shut behind them, and placed a heavy wooden beam against the door, held tight to the wall by steel supports.

A strange fire now glowed in the hearth, the long tables casting an oddly flickering shadow against the front wall. The crowd had thinned out quite a bit, the minstrels had left, and most of those remaining were drinking from ornate beer steins, enraptured in a story a large grey bear was telling them that had something to do with the Scoutmaster, and his interactions with an odd military force known as the "Flame Troopers". Apparently the Flame Troopers were a little light on military tactics but heavy on fashion, and had many adventures deep within the Scoutmaster's labyrinthine castle keep.

As Dani led them past the fireplace, Jeff noticed it was not a fire at all; instead it was simply a brightly glowing electrical arc between two shiny metal orbs positioned on the left and right interior edges of the hearth. A very thick sheet of glass enclosed the hearth, but despite its presence Jeff could still feel a tremendous amount of heat radiating from it. The way it bent light seemed different than ordinary glass; it seemed more like heavy crystal glass or maybe even diamond. The arc itself was not the piercing bluish white he'd seen welders using, but was a warm golden color, and the arc was at least a few inches in diameter, fuzzy and wispy at its fringes, as it rippled erratically between the orbs.

Dani led them out of the main room of the tavern and into a curious side room, the floor and walls of which appeared to be ceramic tile. A globe of light in the middle of the ceiling illuminated the room in a soft, warm glow. Directly below it was a round, polished wooden table, upon which sat a large chocolate cake, and a candle on a candlestick. The cake had only one very strange-looking candle in the middle of it. Pete, the tavern keeper, was sitting at the table, as was a female mouse they'd not met before. There were three empty chairs around the table for them, so Jeff, Eva, and Dani had a seat as well after shutting the door behind them.

"Welcome back friends! I see Dani took you straight to our little party here. This is Tabatha", Pete said, resting a hand on the mouse's shoulder, "she helps out in the kitchen and with cleaning and such. Now while foraging in the woods nearby for herbs today, she found a very large piece of slacktite. It is a rare mineral; one that wizards in the area will likely trade us many good things in exchange for. Maybe even the Scoutmaster himself will want it! So we are celebrating with a little party here for Tabatha, both because of her discovery and because she's such a good, hard worker around here..."

Tabatha smiled meekly and looked down upon hearing Pete's words of praise.

"Tabatha dear, if you would now be so kind as to light the cake..."

Tabatha smiled and nodded, licked her lips, and reached for a nearby candle. Jeff's eyes wandered over her body as she stretched: the simple drab, gray gown she wore was not very flattering, but her curves underneath were still fairly obvious. She also had lovely emerald green eyes that seemed kind and warm, and the candle she now held caused an extra little sparkle in her pupils.

As she lit the candle in the middle, everyone seemed to get nervous and excited, which seemed peculiar to Jeff as he looked around the table. The candle she'd lit wasn't burning like a normal candle either, and seemed to be burning down very fast and with lots of sparks...

A lot like a cannon fuse, Jeff suddenly realized.

His muzzle gaped open in shock, and looking up he noticed everyone else's muzzle or snout was open too, except for Eva's. Only the others didn't look surprised, and poor Eva just looked confused.

A moment after the flame reached the cake it exploded, instantly covering everyone with delicious chocolate cake shrapnel. Pete, Tabatha, and Dani then ate and swallowed the cake that had landed in their open muzzles, then broke out into fits of laughter, rubbing the cake and frosting off of their eyes. When they opened their eyes and saw the look on Jeff's face, they started laughing again. Eva began smiling too, and licked some of the cake off of her muzzle. She then proceeded to lick some off of Jeff's face as well.

"Hey, Eva's already got the idea of a cake blow-up, " Pete said laughing, "it's not so much about eating a bunch of cake, it's all about licking a little bit of cake off of each other!"

Pete then proceeded to lick some off of Dani's face, who closed his eyes and began purring softly. The other three watched Pete and Dani for a bit, then Jeff began licking some frosting off of Eva's nose.

"Oh, woah, wait, we can't forget about Tabatha!" Pete exclaimed, "She's the cause of our celebration... she deserves the extra licks today!"

"Ooooh, I love it when I get the extra licks!" Tabatha exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

With that, both Pete and Dani immediately turned their attention to Tabatha, beginning to lick her clean from many different angles. She giggled cutely when they brushed past and tickled her whiskers, their rough cat tongues already beginning to get her face quite clean.

Tabatha looked over at Jeff and Eva, eyes beginning to sparkle mischievously...

"Mmmm... I sure could use some canine licking," Tabatha said, standing up and slipping neatly out of her gown. She was wearing nothing at all underneath.

Jeff gaped at the mouse's now exposed body, she had large beautiful breasts, a bit of a belly, and well rounded hips. Eva noticed Jeff's response and growled a bit.

She leaned over to him and whispered into his ear saying, "We can go play their licking game if you want, but if I catch your naughty fox bits going anywhere near that little mouse's minky..."

She reached across under the table and gently dragged a claw across Jeff's sheath near his balls, instantly communicating a concept that required no words.

Jeff gulped and nodded. He had no problems with that; Eva was the one he loved, so he was happy to have the most important things reserved for only her.

"OK... lets do it" he said grinning, and Eva smiled back at him. Eva tensed a bit, scooted back from the table, and then leaped up and pounced the much smaller mouse, tumbling to the floor with her to keep her from landing too hard. Tabatha oofed and giggled a bit, and sprawled out on a soft fluffy rug on the floor while Pete and Dani resumed licking around her face and arms. Eva looked down at the mouse pinned down under her paws, and slowly began lapping at her right breast.

It was a new sensation for Eva, feeling the nipple grow suddenly quite hard and stick out a bit as she caressed it with her tongue. That always felt wonderful to her when Jeff did it, but every individual was a little different, so she paid close attention to the mouse to see how she liked particular things. She nosed and snuffled at her right areola, then licked it in a circular fashion, her tongue just barely making contact with the nipple in the center. Eva reached out with her paw to give Tabatha's other breast a quick grope before running a furry finger gently around her other nipple. Tabatha was beginning to make cute little noises now in response, and Eva grinned. Peering into the mouse's green little eyes she begin to suckle and nip very gently at her nipple while gently caressing her other breast slowly all over.

Meanwhile Jeff had lifted up Tabatha's left leg, and had begun licking at her inner thigh beginning at her knees, and slowly working his way up. He didn't mind the limits Eva had established, but would have been a little unhappy if he'd not been able to give other females a thorough licking. Especially with his nice long fox tongue he'd just been blessed with...

Tabatha was beginning to get overwhelmed by it all, but was still enjoying it immensely. Dani was sitting just past Tabatha's head, kneading her shoulders gently and purring, licking at her round little ears and head, while Pete seemed to be giving her a complete tongue bath from head to toe with his long, broad licks.

By now, Jeff had reached Tabatha's vulva, and took in that wonderful girl smell; she'd already begun to get a little wet. He slowly let his tongue get a sample of it from the between her labia, just barely making contact with the soft folds. She gasped and bucked a bit in response while he savored the taste: she was a little less bitter than either Eva or the human females he remembered, but had the same wonderful scent. He smiled and got a little more comfortable, softly gripping the back of Tabatha's thighs just above her knees and pushing them up towards her chest to bring her into a more accessible angle.

He snuffled her a few more times, letting his hot breath course over her for awhile before closing his eyes, opening his muzzle, and losing himself in bliss as he focused all his mind on pleasuring her with his lips, tongue, and paws.

Tabatha looked down at the fox, so absorbed in his actions, and at Eva, who'd began rhythmically sucking and licking at her left nipple. When it got very hard, she'd lick her breast all over, rubbing the side of her face and her soft pointed ears against the mouse. Tabatha grabbed on to Eva's head and pulled her close while she had her first orgasm, leaning her head back and opening her snout wide in a silent gasp.

Eva couldn't resist Tabatha's open mouth, so she pressed her muzzle to it, her tongue lapping lazily. Tabatha could only moan and writhe a bit; the pleasure coming from below was getting mixed up in her mind with the pleasure from the kiss, and after about a minute of this she came again, moaning softly and bucking hard against Jeff's now glazed muzzle.

Down below, Jeff noticed the sudden increase of wetness, and resisted the urge to simply lick it out of her as fast as he could. He instead slowed a bit, and licked randomly around her vulva and inner thighs for a bit while rubbing her tummy gently. The smooth, but irregular motion of her hips flexing and twisting against his touch excited and reassured him.

Pete smiled and leaned back against the wall, taking in the scene of Jeff and Eva doing their best to make the mouse happy. He was stroking his short, thick feline cock absentmindedly, which did not escape the attention of Dani. The cat mewed playfully, crawled over, and began to suckle at the big tiger's hardness. Tabatha looked over through the haze of her own pleasure and watched the cat taking care of the big tiger. Much like Eva, she'd always loved to watch boys play...

A sudden, very firm lick directly across her clit brought her attention back to the fox between her legs, making her bite her tongue and stretch out her neck. Eva smiled and began lapping and nibbling at her exposed neck just beneath her face and ears.

Now Jeff was completely lost in the act, dragging his tongue across her labia from side to side while using his paw to massage at her clit through her uppermost folds. He then let her thighs drape back down over his shoulders, and curled his arms under and around her butt, holding her firmly to his muzzle with her lower body slightly off the ground. He then gave it everything he had, losing his mind in the wonderful scents and tastes, licking, nibbling, and suckling wildly at Tabatha's wetness.

Tabatha came again, this time making it feel like her mind was about to explode from pleasure overload. She bucked violently in Jeff's grip and held a deep breath, mouth hanging open lazily and eyes closed tightly. After this orgasm she simply couldn't take any more, and reached a trembling paw down to pull Jeff's muzzle gently away from her now very oversensitive area.

Eva looked down at Jeff, and he smiled back at her, looking very much like he'd gotten into a large box of glazed donuts. Her little fox had skills, she thought to herself. This she knew well...

The other boys seemed to be rather absorbed with pleasuring each other at the moment, so Eva decided some snuggling time for her, Jeff, and Tabatha was in order. Eva rolled onto her back, pulling the still trembling mouse over with her, and holding her close with her left arm. Jeff crawled up to lay beside them, cuddling up close to Eva and petting Tabatha's back gently. Tabatha was overwhelmed by both the proceeding pleasure and now the comfort of being between the two big canines, and felt so totally warm and comfortable that she soon drifted off into a light sleep, the side of her head resting against Eva's breast. Eva turned he head towards Jeff and gave him a long, warm kiss, reaching down to stroke his sheath gently with her right paw. He'd been a good boy, and she would make sure he got his reward a little later, perhaps during a nice warm shower. The chocolate cake had been quite tasty, but Eva still wasn't too keen on it staying on her shiny white coat for too much longer...

...

Outside in the cold night air, unheard by the merry patrons gathering together in the main room before the fire for some sleep, or the small group of contented furs in the back room, or even the guard dogs in the stables behind, metallic limbs tread a peculiar pattern across the soft earth.

Hydraulic cylinders powering those limbs expanded and contracted silently, sinking their sharp claws into the ground as they moved. Were anyone outside, they would have only seen jagged reflections of green moonlight, reflecting seemingly off of nothing.

Only one being sensed the odd presence in the night. Laying low in a stable, underneath some straw, and with his soft feathered wings gathered tightly about himself, Opie was trying his best to appear to be just a nondescript, shapeless mass on the floor. He couldn't see it or hear it, but he could feel the intensity of that which was moving around outside. It was a simple, coherent malevolence, unlike the cacophony of mixed emotions all living creatures seemed to give off. It was a pure, methodical, elemental hatred that only a machine could emit.

Opie shivered slightly despite the warmth of his hay bed, and wished for the sun to rise again...