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"Happy birthday to you..." Paws clapped. Voices roared over the din of the club. All the patrons turned to look to follow the progress of the cake from the back room behind the bar. The bartender carefully set the cake down upon a booth table before a giggling and blushing hybrid female. The grey-furred donkey dog was pulling her long ears down over her pink-tinged cheeks.

"Happy birthday, Wynd!" called Carra. The cake had been her idea. And it had been her secret. And the plump, curvy, and rather cuddlesome figure had kept it well. Her ample chest swelled with pride as her dear friend giggled and laughed. Applause rang out as soon as the candles guttered out and smoke rose in little blue wisps.

But not everyone in the party was smiling. From over at the bar, one was scowling. Narrowed eyes regarded Carra's ursine features. And how those eyes burned. Even brighter when Wyndsong, whose birthday they had all come to celebrate, leaned forward. A friendly kiss. That was all it was, planted between two backwards curling horns peeking from a mane of red hair. Hair that blended into a ridge of crimson that ran down Carra's back and ended at the tip of her thick tail. It was a sharp contrast to the mostly black pelt that covered Carra's voluptuous form.

Badimo did not like Carra. She did not like her confidence. She thought it showed arrogance. Others did not agree. They somehow saw it as a charming characteristic. And she had certainly gained many friends through it. As had a strange capacity for both rationality and fun. Perhaps this duality came from her hybrid nature. Badimo did not really care. She just wanted Carra's far too familiar fingers to be removed from Wyndsong. Her Wyndsong.

Carra was a full four years younger than Wyndsong. She was too young. Too inexperienced. A kid. But she was also a threat. A love rival for her dear Wynd.

Badimo gripped the strap of the satchel bag that hung at her hip. Then she smirked. Leaning over the counter, Badimo beckoned for a bartender.

Paper plates and plastic forks were piled higgledy-piggledy upon various tables. Carra sat pleased as punch beside Wyndsong. The donkey dog was looking right at her. Smiling. Carra flushed. Feeling daring, she showed off. Bringing her taloned fingers towards her muzzle, she proceeded to curl forth a very dark, and very long tongue. A few stray bits of icing and cream were lapped up, the muscle moving with almost prehensile agility.

Now it was Wyndsong's turn to blush. Her eyes were caught by Carra's bright green orbs. She knew full well what that tongue was capable of when applied properly.

The moment was completely ruined by the arrival of five huge pitchers of violently coloured cocktails. Each glass jug was full of fruit, ice, and about five different spirits given the potent reek of alcohol. And hissing, spitting, indoor sparklers. The jugs were set down by two of the bar's smiling waitresses. Loudly. Right in front of Carra and Wyndsong. Of course both jumped and looked up, startled and blushing. Badimo grinned.

"Cake? In a fucking bar? What's next. Shitty paper hats? Party bags of sweeties?" Badimo roared, getting a laugh from some of the party guests. "Now, everyone grab a straw and start gulping!" It was with some degree of satisfaction that Badimo saw Carra's dark lips purse into a pout. Then both she and Wynd leant forwards and joined the others in drinking.

Carra did her best to hide her rising anger. And it worked. Everyone but Wyndsong and Badimo were none the wiser. The alcohol slowly began to do it's work and before long the party-goers abandoned the table and descended onto the dance floor. Wynd was soon at the centre of the group, arms above her head, swaying and moving with the beat.

Badimo wasted no time. Carra abruptly found herself staring at Badimo's back. Wynd was now completely blocked from view. And try as she might, Carra could not get past the living female obstacle.

Compared to Carra, Badimo was a titan. Over six feet tall. Broad shouldered. Rippling slabs of muscles and cable tight sinews covered her big body. She too seemed to be a hybrid, a cross between dog and donkey, just like Wynd. But she was not. She was a shapeshifter. One of those rare creatures who had a powerful control over her physical appearance. But to Carra she was nothing but a fraud. One that chose to mimic Wyndsong's form, but with a few less than subtle alterations. Black pelt instead of grey, with pale blue at her chest and belly. Dark blue flesh. A forked tongue. And most obviously of all, her eyes and small forward jutting horns were translucent, a strange solid fire that burned blue.

But where Wynd was sweet and gentle, Badimo was gruff and unkind. Animalistic by nature. A temper that was both short and fiery. Her language was coarse, harsh, and often insensitive. Carra thought her rude and socially inept, and prone to hiding emotional inexperience and immaturity behind a grumpy and tactless facade.

Despite their difference in height, Carra did not in any way look up to Badimo. Carra thought Badimo was boorish. A bully. Far too crass and certainly not good enough for Wyndsong. It was maddeningly unfair, but it was Badimo that lived with the pretty donkey-dog.

But their relationship was an open one. Which was lucky for Carra. She had a powerful crush on Wynd. One that had with frustrating although delightful infrequency born intimate fruit. Still, as open as the relationship was, Badimo simply could not stand Carra. And Carra despised Badimo. But they had at least one thing in common. They both loved Wyndsong dearly. Both wanted to protect and shield the grey donkey-dog. Unfortunately is was usually from each other.

Wynd on the other hand, simply despaired. She was caught in the middle as Badimo and Carra duelled for her affections. Her attentions. It was maddening. One moment she was dancing with Badimo, feeling the taller woman's breath washing heatedly over her neck. The next instant, Carra was behind her, breasts pressed to her back, hands gliding and teasing over her belly through her shirt.

Passion bloomed within Wynd. Her eyes drifted closed. She laced her fingers through Carra's and tilted her head up. Badimo's breath, spiced with tobacco and alcohol washed her lips. Muscled arms looped about her neck as the ones about her middle squeezed tighter. Hugging. Then moving higher to daringly grasp Wyndsong's full, soft bosom.

Badimo's leg meanwhile wedged between Wynd's. Hard. Flexing. Grinding upward teasingly. Showing off her strength. Wynd moaned.

Carra's fingers at once sought, then found the swiftly-stiffening peaks of Wynd's nipples. Circling them. Flicking now and then with delicious brushes of fingertips. Wynd was now riding Badimo's leg in time to the music. From behind, Carra's mouth found her neck, placing soft kisses that barely grazed her pelt. Sending tingles shooting down her spine. Opening her eyes, Wynd gazed upon Badimo through a fog of lust.

And saw such an expression of anger that all passion and romance fled her. Glancing back, she saw that Carra too was almost snarling. A flush of rage replaced the pink tinge of desire. A furious flurry of pushes and wriggles saw the birthday girl disengage from the two and stalk, tail quivering with indignation, from the dance floor. At once, Badimo and Carra followed. At once they began to bicker. Accuse. Square off against one another. Their voices rose louder and louder over one another. All around the three of them, heads began to turn.

"Enough!" Wyndsong's voice was like a slap. As it rang out it silenced the two angry women. "I am going to go now. For coffee with my friends," Wyndsong growled. She glared between Carra and Badimo, hands on her hips. "I would have hoped that tonight of all nights you two could have been friends to me. Rather than rivals with each other."

"But!" Badimo and Carra said in chorus. Wynd just snarled.

"King Solomon had a solution to this!" Wyndsong exclaimed, turning her back on the two of them. "I refuse to let you try that on me. Work it out, or get lost. I am not having you ruin my birthday any more than you have already."

Wyndsong stamped away, shaking with anger. Carra and Badimo stood side by side and watched as she gathered her other friends. Began to smile again. And left. Left them both behind. At once they whirled on one another.

Carra closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. She took a deep breath, still shaken from Wyndsong's outburst.

"Look," Carra said, folding her arms over her chest. She tried to soften her expression somewhat. "You don't like me, I don't like you. But for God's sake we have to work this out for Wynd." Reading a rising sneer in Badimo's face she hurried on. "At least today, it's her birthday for crying out loud!"

"Fuck off!" Badimo snapped rudely. "This was all because you were trying to hog centre stage on HER birthday! Just because you act like you are twelve years old, don't assume everyone else wants to! What was with that shitty cake? That was just sad. I had to step in before everyone got too fucking embarrassed to have a good time!"

"Well you obviously don't know Wynd as well as you pretend to!" Carra shot back. "If you did, you would know that she likes to act 'childish' and do 'childish' things sometimes. Perhaps if you lightened up about it, you could come to some of our Pokemon parties and things, instead of being stuck at home sulking!"

Badimo just snorted. "Look kid. Wynd is just hanging on to childish things for your sake, and eventually she will get bored with it. You need to grow the fuck up if you want Wynd to keep hanging around with you."

"Fuck that shit!" Carra yelped heatedly. "You have been trying to one up me from the start. Not just tonight. And what's a birthday without a fucking cake anyway? I don't care how old you are, everyone loves cake!"

Badimo just laughed. That last outburst had sounded childish. Petulant.

"Yeah, you keep your fucking cake. I know what Wynd likes. And just what makes her happy. Real fucking happy!" As she spoke, Badimo moved her hands. One groped her breast lewdly. She dipped her head and made a show of flicking forth her forked tongue. Her other hand cupped between her legs as she ground forward. Simulated thrusting.

Carra wrinkled her nose in distaste. Her rage began to boil over. "You fucking thug!" she snapped, striding forward to square up with the heavily muscled and much larger woman. Her head tilted up. "Rough sex is not the be-all and end-all of making Wynd cum! Do you even know how to be tender, make her moan without fucking forcing it?"

Carra saw Badimo's eyes flash with anger. Strong hands shot out and grabbed her shoulders. The ursine hybrid gasped. Flinched. God, Badimo was going to punch her! She shut her eyes and braced for an impact that never came.

Instead, lips pressed to hers. Her eyes shot open. She gasped in surprise. That was enough to allow a forked tongue to push inside. To swirl. To lap, dance, and wrestle her own muscle. She gripped Badimo's forearms. Felt cable taut sinews flexing beneath her fingers. She shivered. But much to her surprise, not in revulsion. As abruptly as it had started, the kiss ended.

"Right here. Right now." Badimo growled. Carra flicked her ears in confusion. A faraway voice that turned out to be her own, spoke up.

"What?" Carra said weakly.

"Contest. Rules simple." Badimo was panting. Smirking. "To settle this. Whoever cums first, loses. I'll show you I know how to fucking please Wynd, and when I win, you back off. No more clinging to her arm tonight. She's mine!"

Carra narrowed her eyes, and then snarled. The suggestion was both trivial and stupid! "No way! You fucking bully! Wyndsong should be the one to decide who she wants to be with. I respect that. So should you!" Carra shook her shoulders roughly and tore free of Badimo's grip. Stepping back, Carra turned to leave. Badimo just smirked wider and folded her arms.

"Coward!" Badimo sneered after her. "You wouldn't even know what to do with Wynd!" Shock jolted Carra to a halt. Indignation and rage boiled up from her stomach and set every muscle quivering. Her fists clenched at her sides as she fought to contain it. Force it down. Instead it settled into determination.

With a sharp cry, Carra whirled and lunged. It was Badimo's turn to flinch. To raise her arms to defend her face from a punch that never came. Instead hands roughly grabbed her belt and pushed. Shunted her backwards. So surprised was she that Badimo stumbled backwards. She was brought up short by the rim of the wooden bar thumping against her back.

"Hey!" called the worried bartender hurrying over, and fearing a fight. The petite little mouse Then paused, her hand half raised to summon security. Her cheeks began to glow. She was not watching the beginnings of a brawl. She was staring at a kiss. A long, wet, hungry, duel of a kiss. She saw jaws working slowly. Tongues dancing. Hands roaming. Groping. Grabbing.

It was feral. And it did not look gentle. For it was not. Badimo leaned back against the bar. Her fingers tightened on the edge. Badimo smirked down at Carra. Giving her a head start was only fair.

Badimo's glowing blue eyes flicked to the side and captured those of the bartender. The mouse's ears splayed. With a lick of her lips, the blushing rodent could see what was about to happen. She glanced about. The rest of the clientelle in the single sex bar did no seem to mind. In fact, most seemed to be rather enjoying the show. The mouse lowered her hand and stepped back. Quite forgetting her job at the same time as most of her customers forgot their thirst.

Carra's hands rounded Badimo's firm torso. They slipped onto denim thighs, rubbing and squeezing. Then up her wide back, seeking and questing for the knots in the bunching muscles. Then massaging at the textured fibres beneath her soft fur. At the same time Carra was kissing hot trails up and down the rippled torso of her rival. She knew exactly how to win this silly contest.

Badimo's nipples were hardening of their own accord and pushing at the thin fabric of her sleeveless T-shirt. In a flash Carra had gripped it and pushed up. Badimo wasn't wearing a bra. Stiff nubs were bared. There was a gleam of metal. Each nipple was sporting a piercing and a metal bar.

Each one in turn, Carra sought and captured with a nip of fangs, then sucked hungrily. Each in turn. She alternated with such masterful diligence that Badimo began to regret letting the ursine hybrid take the lead. Huffing, Badimo pulled off her satchel and let it drop to the floor. Her shirt soon followed it.

Naked from the waist up, the big donkey-dog gritted her teeth. A shudder coursed up her spine. Each hard suck and flick of tongue on metal or flesh., each pinch or tug of teeth, made her gasp. Carra smiled. So vocal so soon? She had Badimo on the ropes already.

Her hands explored the larger female's taut body. She nuzzled into soft blue fur of Badimo's breasts. Her fingers trailed down. Walking over abdominal muscles. Each teasing, feather light touch elicited a grunt from Badimo. The muscles beneath those errant fingers flinched with each taunting step. A lingering pause at the buckle of Badmio's jeans made the bigger girl almost snarl with anticipation. Carra could feel the humid heat rising from the front of Badimo's jeans.

Time to go for the kill. Actually, to go for the throat. Carra pulled her mouth back from Badimo's breasts and lunged in for the side of the big woman's neck. At the same time her hand pushed forward and down between a pair of strong thighs.

Beneath the fabric of her jeans and panties, Badimo's pussy lips were swollen with arousal. Her clit strained viciously. Stiffened and tingling. Too close. Badimo had to act. Pulling from the vice-like grip on the bar, her hands moved with rattlesnake speed to Carra's head. Fingers combed through, then tightened in red hair.

Carra's lips were pulled back from fur and flesh. She gasped then winced as Badimo pulled her head back slowly. Firmly. Painfully. Badimo forced her into another long, slow kiss. Buying time. Not enough. Carra was certainly getting to her.

Carra's hands worked quickly. Unbuckling and unfastening. Tugging and pushing. Denim slid down powerful thighs. Cotton soon followed. A heated aroma reached Carra's nose. She reached up and carefully removed the fingers from her hair. Badimo was panting. Almost growling. Carra sank to her knees as soon as she was free. She gripped Badimo by the hips. Then she dove in.

Badimo gasped and arched her back. Curse her stupidity for forgetting: Carra was part bear! She clapped a hand over her mouth. As Carra burrowed her head between Badimo's legs, ten inches of slender ursine tongue was even now gliding into the big donkey-dog's already-damp pussy. Curling. Twisting. Rippling, swirling and undulating. Badimo hunched forward as strong fingers tangled into red hair again. Panting breaths passed lips half-parted in a lusty moan of delight.

Carra took her time. Badimo's juices were exquisite. A slightly musky flavour. Yet sweet all the same. Her slow licks and long strokes continued, almost lazy, as Badimo's passion began to flow endlessly around her tongue. Abruptly there was a flinch of muscles. A twitch in those powerful thighs. Carra jerked her head back, not wanting her skull crushed when Badimo reached her peak. But Badimo was not crying out in passionate release. No. She was laughing!

Badimo grinned down at the hybrid between her legs. Carra pulled her head back and her tongue free. Licking her lips, the bear-dragon looked confused.

"What's so funny?" she finally asked.

"Nothing," Chuckled Badimo. "Except how you're gonna be walking tomorrow." In a flash, she was on the bear-dragon. Grabbing her shoulders, Badimo shunted Carra down to the floor onto her back. It was almost a pounce, covering Carra's curvy body with her own. Badimo kissed wildly, tasting traces of her own desire on lips that were kissing back. Her forked tongue swirled about in Carra's maw as strong hands tore at the writhing girl's clothing.

Fearing for the fabric's safety, Carra quickly began to assist. Where Badimo's hands roved, she peeled the clothing back. She stripped quickly, and soon both women were surrounded by a chaos of hastily removed attire.

Carra began to gasp. To groan. Badimo was not gentle. The donkey-dog nipped her fangs against tender flesh again and again, eliciting soft little whimpers of desire. Teeth and tongue moved over Carra's jaw. Neck. Throat. Chest. Belly. Thighs. Seeking out erogenous zones with startling diligence. Then exploiting them to the fullest. This was not an act of love. It was an act of dominance spiced with passion.

Before long Badimo was laid out full length upon her belly. Carra lay upon her back, her legs lifted and parted by Badimo's strong arms. The strong, kneading grip upon her ample buttocks gave no possibility of escape. The gentle wash of an agile, canine tongue gave Carra no desire to escape.

Badimo nuzzled between Carra's gloriously thick thighs deep into the heat of her naked mound. She smiled. Carra was arching now. Her legs were trembling, rump flexing beneath expert fingers. Her desire was flowing like a river and Badimo lapped it up like a starving puppy.

Suddenly Carra gasped. Badimo thrilled. She was so close! But Carra knew it too. She also knew the stakes. Like a pinned wrestler kicking from a hold, the overheated hybrid girl bucked and twisted, just barely seconds before close became too far. Carra toppled from Badimo's grip and onto her side. And lay panting. Teetering on the brink but pulling back from it through force of will alone.

Carra ran her tongue over suddenly dry lips. She was trembling. That had been far too close. She had been far too close. Biting her lip, she glanced over her shoulder. Badimo was reaching behind her, taking up her cast aside bag. Opening it. Pulling out something blue. Carra tensed.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped.

"Now you're getting the picture," Growled Badimo. She was gripping a rather odd-looking dildo it was the same hue of dark blue as the rest of Badimo's more intimate flesh. It had two phallic ends. They were connected at an angle from one another to form a rather large 'V.' One end was easily ten inches long. Thick. The other end was shorter. Narrowed. A thick egg-shaped bulb.

The big muscled brute was thumping the toy against the palm of a hand, like the stereotypical bad cop with a truncheon in some cheap movie. Carra watched, spellbound as the donkey-dog brought the toy down. Easily inserting the egg-shaped end into her own sopping wet heat.

Carra stared. Despite her shock, snickers bubbled up. It reminded her of that famous old children's TV show, with all the funny devices. "Holy shit! Go, go Gadget penis," Carra giggled. "What the hell are you doing with that?" Taking a moment to wet her lips, she rallied magnificently. "But this is so not over!"

Badimo smirked. "Figured on using it on Wynd sometime tonight. Think she's gonna like hearing how I used it on you?" Then she adjusted the feeldoe within her. Her muscles clamped onto the toy. She let go with her hands. The latex jutted from her and pointed upward. A powerful flex made the toy slap her belly. Mimicking a stallion in rut. Carra actually whimpered.

Then Badimo had her! Strong hands gripped her hips and flipped her onto her knees. Raised her onto them.

Carra lay with her chest pressed to the bar floor, her backside in the air. Moaning out as Badimo's tongue ravished her once again. Lewd groans from the bigger female mixed with her own gasps and pants. Carra struggled, but Badimo was heartless. Her rump just wiggled more enticingly as a result.

Badimo suddenly reared behind her, lifting Carra's thick tail with the press of her toned stomach against the base. But then Badimo stopped. Carra squirmed all the more. She could feel the toy twitching against her glistening petals. It taunted , and seemed to throb with lust. It was almost as if the silicon was a part of Badimo!

Badimo moved her grip from Carra's wide hips to her luscious rump. Gripping it. Spreading it. A quick angling of her hips and the tip of the toy was tapping at the near-drooling entrance to Carra's intimacy. Carra yelped as she felt her labia part a little, giving the tip of the shaft a kiss. Wetting it. Feeling it slide forward.

Carra breathed in sharply as the thick toy shoved in to spread her. Badimo had primed her for this magnificently. She was almost ready to beg for it. Almost. This was still a contest and there was much at stake. She tried to crawl forward.

"Uh-uh," tutted Badimo. Her grip tightened, then slid up to ensnare Carra's waist. Not pulling back, just holding her firmly in place. She held on as Carra swore at her. She held on as Carra scrabbled. Bucked like a mule. Tossed her head and snarled. She held on as the bear-dragon's head dropped. She held on through a long moment of stillness. Feeling the anticipation begin to build in the air.

"Ohhh, just do it!" Carra wailed. Badimo obliged with a triumphant laugh. A roll of her hips sank the first few inches into plumper girl.

"Ah, yeah," the dark-furred donkey-dog crooned. Badimo felt the toy sink in, inch after inch, not stopping until the entire length was wedged inside. The whole toy was fully sheathed within Carra's constricting, rippling femininity

Then Badimo waited. Waited until the toy was warmed by Carra's heat. Slicked by it. Caressed and squeezed by it. Within moments Carra was gasping. Moaning with incoherent, begging lust. Her whole body, from tail to nose, wanted more.

It was music to Badimo's ears, all of it. It could not have been better if Carra had screamed "fuck my fur off!" Badimo's iron-hard buttocks tensed, since that was exactly what would happen. The shaft within the moaning bear-dragon girl stirred and jumped.

Bracing her arms either side of Carra's, Badimo growled into cookie-shaped ursine ears. Ears that lowered meekly, if not submissively. Badimo flexed again. Carra gasped happily, feeling the first real stroke. The bigger hybrid began to rock slowly on her knees, then a little faster, flexing her muscles to drive the feeldoe deep between Carra's eager labia. Nudging the toy deep into a sex that wanted it, needed it, would take it all.

At the same time, Badimo almost screamed herself, and had to fight down shivering as the cleverly-designed ridges on the other end of the toy brushed against her hooded pearl. The harder the fuck, the better it felt for the person doing it. Like right here.

"No!" Carra suddenly wailed. She lunged forward. The toy slid free and spanked wetly against Badimo's flexing stomach.

"The fuck?" snarled Badimo. She reared up on her knees and glared down. Carra was sitting up, arms braced behind her, legs splayed. Her glistening heat on full display to the entire bar. "You throwing in the towel, kid?" Badimo sneered at the bear-dragon.

Carra huffed. "Hardly," she said scornfully. But that was pure bluff. She had been at her peak. Again. But Badimo had been enjoying the act too. The feeldoe was a double-edged sword. Or at least a double-ended one. Carra smiled craftily. There was still a chance here. If she could make Badimo enjoy this fuck more than she was was enjoying it? Every woman knows there are ways to make this happen. Having a wicker piece of blue plastic involved didn't really change much.

Laying back, Carra beckoned to Badimo with a finger. The muscled titan did not hesitate. The toy sank inside Carra again, a stab of pleasure that nearly did it to her. Badimo groaned too at the powerful thrust. Carra raised her legs around Badimo's lower back. She used her feet to rub, caress and finally tap against iron-taut buttocks and rippling thighs.

Badimo snorted as she bucked her powerful hips. Intent on milking Carra for her nectar, the big donkey-dog was going to make sure that this was a helluva fuck to remember.

Badimo furrowed her brow, concentrating fiercely. Sweat had broken out. She should have known. In this case, one helluva fuck came with a predictable price. The toy was tugging and pushing harder and harder within her too, as it slewed violently in and out of the gasping, mewling bear-dragon. This was starting to get serious.

Carra did not miss a thing. Not the suddenly more erratic thrusts. The ragged panting. Lusty growling. "You like that. Don't you," Carra whispered. It was not a question. It was a taunt. Badimo shuddered. Then retorted with action. Her thrusts sped up. She began to rotate her hips on the down-stroke. Stirring the toy within Carra as it slammed into her. Hitting all the right spots. Carra bit her lip. Her back began to arch.

Without warning, Badimo moved at lightning speed. Her hands flashed to Carra's shoulders, gripping tightly. Then she rolled onto her back, and so fast Carra barely knew she was in motion too. In the blink of an eye, Carra now sat fully in Badimo's lap. That meant hilted completely on the toy. The pretty bear-dragon yelped with surprise.

Then an even louder yelp at the stinging slap on her wide backside made Carra rear up. She sat back down on the toy and moaned. Badimo slapped again. Carra rose again. Again and again. The clap of paw on rump filled the air. As did the wet sounds of sex.

Carra tossed her head back, gripping Badimo's shoulders, as she rode the toy like it was her only way through the Pearly Gates. Carra's soft, heavy breasts rolled and swayed and bounced under the motion of the powerful upward thrusts that impaled her, again and again. Badimo reached up and captured the breasts in large paws. Squeezed and pinched at them. Then craned her neck to suckle and nip, her fingers wrapped around and not letting go. Carra began to moan out longer and louder.

Panting, Badimo found herself able to ease up a little, and settled back. Carra had tipped over the edge, almost in a frenzy as she plunged down on the thick blue toy cock, over and over again. There might not be anything left for Wynd at this rate. Badimo bunched her buttocks to add a deep upward thrust, then moaned too. That had rewarded her with an increased pressure on her pulsing clit. The blunt ridges sawed against her mercilessly. The taller, broader hybrid gasped. A lusty haze clouded her senses. Carra just drove herself harder on Badimo's hips.

"Damn! You are such a slut, kid," Badimo groaned dreamily. Her hands slid from Carra's bouncing breasts to move down to her soft and delicious backside. She spanked it a few more times to set Carra yelping. Then she took hold of her hips. Badimo set about pulling Carra down harder onto her upward thrusts, bouncing the curvy girl in her lap. Carra rode her like a champion. The music and song of their passion was reaching a crescendo. And Carra was singing the chorus.

"Unh!! fuck... fuck... fuck... Badi!" Carra wailed. The eloquent and broad vocabulary she used to humiliate Badimo had suddenly become rather limited. Carra looked down at the lust-glazed expression of the bigger female below her, continuing her frantic pounding onto Badimo's hips as if life itself depended upon it. And then it happened. Carra squealed. Her entire body grew taut. Her sex tried desperately to seize the toy and hold it within her. Badimo laughed and redoubled her efforts, sinking that toy into the suddenly vice-tight girl. Again. And again. The fuck had all the power and grace of chopping wood. But mostly the power. Her lap spanked Carra's bottom. So did her hands. Helpless under this erotic punishment, the moaning bear-dragon tightened even further.

And finally it was enough. At the top of her lungs, Carra yelled out with joy. The orgasm was worth it. Carra bucked on top of Badimo, convulsed, and gave herself over to the riot of pleasure. Then she collapsed, utterly spent, to lay gasping over Badimo. And about time too. Badimo rolled again, back on top to pin the quivering young woman under her larger frame.

Carra panted weakly, dazed in the aftermath of it. Badimo's whispered name escaped her lips again and again. Badimo brought her muzzle down to Carra's ear. She kissed it, then licked gently over the furred ridge of the bear-dragon's ear. She spoke out with a husky, growling tone: "You've had your fun tonight. Wynd is mine."

Carra nodded weakly. No doubt about it, she had definitely lost. Her pounding heart and still trembling muscles attested to that. Badimo chuckled and eased out of her, then pushed on Carra's shoulders to roll her off. Badimo got to her feet "Now, get yourself cleaned up," Badimo said gruffly, her paws on her hips. "Go and join Wynd. I need another drink."

Carra nodded meekly. It's not like there was any way she could object. She gathered up her clothing, then stood up and tugged it on with awkward little hops. She was also glowing with that just-fucked aura, but still. Badimo had beaten her. Fair and square. It was her own damn fault for stooping to her level.

But this had been a contest for tonight. There were other nights to be had. Other duels to be fought. Biting her lip, Carra headed for the washroom for a quick splash of water. And then some coffee. Yes. Coffee. That would clear her head. "I'll get you next time, Gadget." she muttered darkly. All the same, she could not suppress a small smile and snicker.

Badimo watched Carra totter away, then leaned heavily against the bar. Had all that just happened? The wildest sex she'd had in a good while? And completely in public too. They had gathered quite the crowd. Badimo glared at the stunned, flushed faces of the spectators.

"Yes?" Badimo barked loudly. Even if she was stark naked, the big donkey dog woman was still damn big. Abruptly the members of the audience found other things to do. And other places to look. Badimo bent forward to gather her clothes, then tugged on her shirt. Tentatively, she reached down and eased the toy from her sex. A creamy foam of lust clung around the ridges of the toy.

Fuck. That had been far too close. She had cum, what, three times? It had taken a real effort of will to keep quiet. Orgasm on the sly.

That was a new trick. One thing was for sure: Carra hadn't learned it.

Smirking, Badimo shoved the toy back into her bag, then pulled on her panties and jeans. She dug into a pocket and slapped some cash onto the bar. "Vodka. Double," she snapped.

The tender hurried to get her order. The mouse was glowing all over, her uniform was a tad ruffled and the paw that handed the donkey-dog the glass was still a little damp. There was a flushed smile that bore more than a little hero worship.

Badimo exhaled slowly. The air conditioner was no match for the heat radiating from her body. She flapped her shirt against her chest and stomach, fanning slowly. Her vodka arrived. She necked it, then winced as it burned and warmed her throat and belly.

"Well, if you can't beat 'em, cheat 'em," Badimo snorted. She put the shot glass down, then turned to stride from the bar and towards the coffee shop and Wynd.