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By the time he broke the news to his roommates, Lith was having second thoughts. They were happy enough to see him go, as long as he kept paying his share of the rent. It didn't take long to pack his things, he wasn't supposed to bring much.

By the time he went to get measured for his new wardrobe, Lith was seriously considering how to apologize to Ms. Drake and go back to his old position. The company's tailor was... very thorough. Lith hadn't realized just how much needed to be measured for a suit, but as he would learn later, his new apparel would be somewhat specialized.

By the day of his flight, Lith knew it was too late-- and he was very quietly panicking. He spent the morning frantically calling friends and contacts to explain and apologize for his sudden departure, having only realized that he should do so late last night. He'd spent four hours lying awake, worrying.

By the time he arrived at the airport, his stomach was a sour stone in his middle, and his mind was blank. His head almost felt like it would float off his shoulders if he moved too suddenly. When a hand seized his shoulder as he wandered the airport, though, it was his stomach that reacted to the jerk, tightening and gurgling feebly.

A skink had caught him. "Hey. Lith, right?" He was wearing a suit as well --Lith glanced down at himself, surprised every time he did to find himself stuffed in such a fancy thing-- and it looked much more natural on the reptile. Even his smile was professional, and his golden brown scaling seemed to hint at money and confidence. "D.T. Evans. Ms. Drake's assistant. You get a little lost?"

Lost was probably the word for it, yes. Lith smiled ruefully. "Oh, just-- I figured we had some time, so I'd look around a little. Sorry." He glanced around for a clock. "We're not late, are we?"

"Nah, but now you're here, we're all ready to go. Ms. Drake prefers to be early." Lith winced and smiled apologetically, and Evans patted him on the shoulder and steered him around in one motion.

"Um. You'll be coming with us, then?" Lith hefted his bag up on his shoulder, feeling vulnerable just knowing this duffel was to be the sum of his personal possessions for at least a week. He knew the rest of his things were still at home, of course, but that feeling of floating away was back.

"Yup. I'll be there to handle the paperwork and see to any of Ms. Drake's needs-- uh." He gave a bare pause and grinned at Lith, "besides 'morale,' I guess. Congratulations, by the way. It's quite a feat catching Drake's eye." He swiped a card at a door and held it open for Lith. "Although, I have to admit, I'd never have guessed you were her type... no offense." He chuckled as he hastened in behind the feline, the two descending a long hallway toward two glass doors, brilliant with the glare of daylight.

Smiling awkwardly, Lith drew a deep breath, trying to hold back the warmth rising in his cheeks. Evans didn't know the truth about Ms. Drake either, by the sounds of it. He could certainly see how it would seem strange to some that a woman as aggressive and domineering as the infamous Ms. Drake, Head of International Affairs, would be interested in a rather boyish and shy young man such as Lith. He'd already heard a fair few rumors --and even been questioned by some of his bolder coworkers-- as to what torments she might put him through, what measure of leather and binding steel might enter into their 'recreational periods.' He refrained politely from commenting.

Lith's silence seemed to speak volumes to Evans, who chuckled and slapped him on the back. "Well, if you ever need anything, let me know. 'Smy job to try and keep you in top form, too, when Ms. Drake doesn't need me for something. Alright..." He grunted as he pushed the door open, and a sharp gust buffeted the both of them.

The airfield was brilliant in the midday sun, and Lith had to cup a paw over his eyes just to follow after the skink, his suit flapping about in the erratic barrage of wind sweeping in first from one direction, then another. They walked quickly, leaning into the wind a little at times, until they finally grabbed hold of the stairs leading up to the company jet.

Inside, the silence was sudden and complete, plush carpeting squishing under his feet. A restroom and kitchen passed on either side of him as he tottered after Evans, and a fine, wooden door opened into a wide open business lounge. Warm sunlight lit the entirety, with several stationary seats in singles and pairs spread with a careful chaos about the room. Rolling tables with locking feet stood to the sides, and there was a projector and screen ready for use as well. Seated alone in the back of the cabin, tapping at a laptop, was Emily Drake.

A white dragon in a fine, dark suit, the warm light softened her features, but her eyes were unmistakeably cold and calculating, with a hint of cruelty. She typed with sharp precision, glancing at a neat array of papers to one side now and again. She hadn't looked up at their arrival.

"All ready to go, Ms. Drake." Evans stood just inside to one side as Lith stepped in rather hesitantly.

"Good." Her response was clipped, and she continued typing. Lith stood peeking around the room, and glancing at Evans, who seemed to be waiting for something. Finally, the dragon paused in her work and looked up. "I make it a point to arrive ahead of schedule whenever possible. I trust you'll do your best to ensure my reputation on this point isn't compromised." Lith straightened, mouth opening, and only managed a timid apology after a moment, but she spoke over it. "You may not have been informed. But no damage done, and you're up to date now." She glanced to her assistant. "That will be all. I'll keep him here with me." And she went back to her work.

Evans arched his brow, but his tone was purely respectful. "Of course. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen." That actually seemed to be more pointed at Lith, who blinked uncertainly at the offer, but the skink just smiled and stepped out, closing the door firmly behind him.

And they were alone. Lith shifted his bag from one side to the other, standing there dumbly as the dragon worked. He was vaguely aware of a quiet terror that he was already screwing up somehow, but he didn't want to make it worse by doing something he wasn't supposed to. Better to just... wait.

The plane lurched slightly, and began to taxi across the tarmac. Ms. Drake finally looked up. There was only a hint of impatience in her voice. "Have you been trained in your duties as a personal morale technician?"

He thought back to his crash courses the last few days in international etiquette and representing the company well. It had been... intense, but surprisingly vague on what exactly he was supposed to do. When he'd asked for some specifics, though... "I have. But um, they said that most of our duties depend on the preferences of our client. So, I guess it's... whatever you want me to do?" He smiled a bit awkwardly, trying to seem eager to please.

She did not look pleased. "Hm. Very well. Drop your bag and sit somewhere. Don't disturb me. Standing around fidgeting like that distracts me."

He mumbled an apology and hastened to do as she said, trying to stash his things and himself as well out of the way as possible. Of course, the plane was practically empty, and he probably could have stretched well out and had a hard time actually getting in the way, but he still found himself folded up in his seat, ankles crossed underneath, his tail wrapped round his middle. Drake was silent but for the tapping of keys, the rattle of paper, and the occasional sigh.

Finally, the dull roar of the engines began to drown out his beating heart, and they were moving down the runway. Lith peered out the window, ears perked. It wasn't his first time flying, but it was fairly close. He couldn't help but stare as the ground sank under them, and the city came into view, stretching out in a glittering mess of tangled, broken lines. And when he looked up, a reverent sigh broke from his lips-- a single great puff of a cloud was drawing level with them as they worked their way higher. It had to be half a mile out, but seeing it from the side, and slowly, from above --to see the shadow it cast on the land below-- awoke a quiet wonder in him.

His ear twitched, and he tensed a little again. She'd stopped typing-- after he'd made a noise. He looked round, and she was rattling away at that keyboard as ever. He blinked, uncertain, and turned slowly back to the window.

That cloud was low now, the entire city was tiny and drifting away behind them. He watched both until they disappeared behind the cool metal of the viewport even with his brow on the glass. His eyes swung forward again, and he found himself absorbed for a time in the slow slide of strange lands under him, grassy hills and forest, breaking into rocks and low mountains. His heart eased in his chest, and he slowly melted into his seat, just gazing quietly out the window.

His eyes must have slipped shut a moment, for when they opened, the ground was gone-- a thick blanket of clouds stretched below them, white with shadows and edges of golden orange. They threw a warm light on the ceiling of the cabin in stretched circles, and Lith looked around, tail thwapping softly at his armrest.

And when he glanced at Ms. Drake, she was looking at him.

He jumped a little, and grabbed his tail. "S-sorry."

For a moment, she just looked at him, her face blank. He couldn't help but feel like a meal being considered for cooking. Finally, she sighed and gathered her papers. "You said you needed input from me as to your duties and how to go about them. What exactly do you need?"

He hadn't realized he'd sounded so... burdensome, but he was already working on finding a quick and thorough answer. "Ah... well, at what times would you like me to stay with you, and when should I stay somewhere on my own? How would you prefer me to act around you, and around others? And are there any particular activities I should know about that you'd like to, um, engage in at certain times or by certain signals? For the sake of discretion." His mind was racing still, trying to find anything else he might need to ask about, but he'd already gone and finished talking.

She finished stuffing a portfolio and put it away in a small compartment. She slid her laptop shut and took up a pen, leaning onto the table and passing the implement from hand to hand. Lith swallowed in the near silence. "Always." She finally looked up from the pen. "I'll expect you to come with me everywhere I go unless I say otherwise. Except the restroom, of course." She clicked the pen once. "...Unless I say otherwise." She put the pen down. "I expect you to be professional and represent the company like any other employee, with confidence and pride. You represent one of our most daring and unusual divisions, and there will inevitably be interest, questions. I expect you to be a perfect example of our company's progressive vision." She nodded firmly, eyes distant. "As for... activities..."

Lith blinked, ears perked a little. Her voice had faltered. "...Yes?"

She plucked the pen up again, and waggled it in her fingers. "I... expect you to... always be there for my... needs..." Her voice had lost its edge-- she sounded anything but confident now. "I think... um... before I meet with anybody, just to take the edge off, you should..." She paused, and the pen suddenly flung from her grip to bounce once on the floor and roll under a chair. "Oh! Eugh..." She leaned forward on the table a moment, then back, and glanced up at him. "We should.. take care of it." She swallowed visibly. "Ah... do you have any... recommendations?"

If he wasn't mistaken, she had just a hint of color rising in her cheeks. Lith blinked, and tried to hide the smile curling at his lips. In all this commotion, he'd almost forgotten... under that steel exterior --the bluff, armored facade with which she obliterated her competition and wrestled with clients for the best deal-- she hid a different person entirely. He'd only seen it once, and it gave him hope to glimpse it again now. "Ah... well, if you have any preferences for particular acts, we could arrange something, a signal like a word or a gesture. I'm told it can look very professional for me to please you in front of others at your will with no apparent command."

She was definitely blushing now. "Oh, no, nonono. We're not gonna be doing any, um, public pleasing, in front of others." She glanced down at herself meaningfully. "Wouldn't even know what my 'preference' would be, I haven't really--" she coughed, stopping suddenly and looking away.

Lith smiled softly and sincerely now. "Well, I'd imagine now would be a fine time to start developing an idea of what you're interested in..." He blinked, and cleared his throat a little. "Well, I mean, now, as in, now that you have me at your disposal for whenever you should, ah, feel inclined." He was hiding a little behind professionalism now. It was strange-- this job had finally let him relax, in a way. He was expected to do all these things as part of his work, so it had become so much less difficult to just... do it. But now that Ms. Drake --Emily, rather-- was getting all flustered about it, it was hard not to feel embarrassed again himself.

The dragon smiled appreciatively, nodding a little, but that smile soon turned shy again. "Actually, now that you mention it..." She glanced away a moment, and quietly scooted the table to one side. Her slacks bore a thick swell jutting right up the middle, curving to nudge firmly to her belly. "...I think talking about it went and got me in the, ah, mood..." She gave a little shrug, almost apologetic, smiling awkwardly.

How could he answer her shy, unspoken request but with a soft, reassuring smile of his own, and perhaps a trace of a chuckle. "Well, that's to be expected." Lith scooted out of his chair to approach her. "It must have been terrible, though. Working at such a sexualized company, but never getting to indulge yourself like everyone else. You must have had to deal with a lot of 'moods'..." He mewled sympathetically as he settled on his knees and scooted in, fingers tenderly closing round that angry bulge to see about easing it from its restraints.

Emily jerked and hissed softly at that first touch, little patches of red flush definitely rising in her cheeks now. "Nnh... y-yes... I tried a few things to try and just keep it out of sight, but it hurt too much... I mostly learned to just completely... put away the thoughts, and focus the energy into other things." She smiled ruefully a bare moment before gasping in relief as she finally sprang free, nine subtly glistening inches of black flesh jutting forth suddenly with an exultant throb or three.

Unrestrained at last, it grew jerkily, swelling in fat pulses before the feline's eyes until he found his lips kissing to the creature of their own volition. A high, airy shiver answered from above as she watched intently, smiling tremulously down at him. Her taste was familiar now, and he found a smile of his own trying to curl at his lips as they slid open around her. Yes... he could get used to enjoying this flavor on a regular basis. His tongue slid down her throbbing hide, past his lips, curling around her as he slowly spread his muzzle wide to capture her cockhead and slurp heavily around her. A low whimper answered above him as she drew deep breaths, her fine jacket swelling with her breath with a whisper of fabrics.

She must have been terribly sensitive-- his every teasing flicker to a sweet spot seemed to get a dramatic little grunt or groan from the dragoness, and he was terribly tempted to explore her further, but he had to rein himself in. If she wanted to learn what she liked, then best to push on to something she hadn't had the chance to try yet. Not with him, and perhaps not ever. That was an odd thought to Lith-- it had been rather a while since he'd actually broken in a virgin, in any sense of the word. Perhaps he'd have to take extra care with her...

But for now! Resisting the urge to tickle her every weakness, Lith drew a slow, deep breath and pushed in. Emily gasped and sighed out delightedly as inch after hot, dark inch disappeared into his muzzle, until she was nuzzling firmly to the back of his throat. He took a bare moment to relax, rolling his shoulders a hint and drawing her a little lower for angle. A firm, grinding pressure split into the rasp of tightness, flesh working hot across flesh, and a fat swell grew slowly in the top of his neck as Lith swallowed intently, dragging her down. High, emphatic moans rang from the bearer of that ebon tool, her arms throwing up over her head to clutch at the back of the chair, and Lith set to work steadily climbing down that rod.

Only when a thick, potent throb pulsed past his lips to strain at the walls of his neck did he pause, holding her simply buried in that warm embrace as she gasped sharply. He didn't need to see her sack to know it had tensed, and for a moment, the dragon lingered on the edge. Much too soon for his tastes. Slowly, his tongue slithered round again, washing over every inch of her thrumming flesh, and she cooed a bit sadly as her shaft eased from the edge of climax, though all the slower for his sinuous lapping. This was as much as he could slick up this time, then. He drew his back up, and slowly dragged off that hard flesh, shuddering softly at the feel of it dragging at his throat. Finally, he popped free with a tiny gasp, and leaned back to inspect his work.

A full foot of thick, sleek dragon dick, subtly netting with veins as it throbbed, stood coated two-thirds down with a fine layer of drool, taking a golden glisten from the leaking daylight to one side. Attached to it, a panting dragoness sat clutching at her armrests, refolding her wings anxiously behind her and eyeing him with a mixture of hunger and curiosity. He smiled sweetly. Yes, this would do well.

"Tell me, Emily," he paused briefly as he rose, both to see if she'd correct him, and to quickly wriggle out of his pants, "if you would." He drew close over her, slowly crawling up into her lap, "have you had the opportunity to put your... equipment here," he murred as he glanced down at that shaft, "to proper use on someone?" She straightened a little, blinking uncertainly, and he added, "I wouldn't want to take things too quickly if you've never done it before, is all." He smiled ruefully, ears drawn back somewhat, "that could well be a waste of a wonderful opportunity."

At that her hesitance faltered, and curiosity took over. "Opportunity? Ah..." Her breath broke away in a sigh as he eased down to nestle that broad head between his cheeks, letting them split slowly around her.

"Oh, yes..." Lith stoked the fires of his little forge of confidence, taking a skittish thrill in the feel of being in control. He knew more than she did here, much more, and he had so much to show her... "To acquaint you properly with the process. Some are so impatient to get to the 'good stuff,' they never bother to really savor the whole of it..." He let a long, wistful sigh wind out of him as he eased down and back until her tip, a tapered point, gave its first prod to that tender fold of hide buried deep between his cheeks. Warm moisture bloomed between them as she gave a throb and a low murr.

"Nno..." She finally murmured breathily. "I've, almost, a few times, and there have been a couple mouths, but not..." She shook her head, eyes focused low, as though she could see that point of imminent penetration right through his belly.

He chuckled softly. "Well then... Sit back, ma'am," he grasped her shoulders and pressed them into the back of the chair, knees settling in snug on either side of her, "relax, and enjoy the ride." He tried to give it a flair of almost showmanship, but that left him with his cheeks starting to burn as his hips gave a slow, elaborate roll around, grinding her about that pucker before slowly leaning down, threading her tip tenderly into that tightness. The press was easy at first, her reptilian point gliding on the blend of pre and saliva to bury inside, but she swelled rapidly behind that slender point into the full bulk of the head, and his breath caught just a moment as his tailhole drew taut against her hard flesh. Here he held her a moment, and his hips began a lazy gyration as his eyes lifted under heavy lids to find hers.

She was drawing deep breaths, her attention focused almost entirely on that unseen point where her tip swirled around in the grip of his muscles, just barely tasting the tender flesh beyond, stirring around the edge. Her eyes flickered upward and caught on his, questioning, just a hint pleading, and an easy smile spread on his lips. A subtle pressure, and she began to sink almost imperceptibly deeper. His hips fell into a steady, sensuous circle around that tip, and the tight-stretched ring of his grip crawled down her in time, clinging all the tighter to one side while the other loosened just enough to slide a hint downward, and on around and around that fat, ebon cockhead his little pink pucker drew an elaborate spiral. Her voice broke into stuttering little gasps and hiccups, and he could feel her throbbing all the thicker with the anxious awareness of ever so slowly sinking into that warm grip, though her own throbs stopped the progress for just a moment each time, holding him off with her own excitement. She groaned softly with frustration, and Lith leaned in.

The kiss was almost chaste at first. She blinked at his serenely closed eyes, but as he ground onto her fat rod, she slowly pressed into it, nostrils flaring to huff heated air over his cheeks as their lips mingled with gradually increasing fervor. The feline's tail lashed slowly in time with the gyrations, and his own arousal stood wagging about quite happily between them as he teased them both with a seemingly endless penetration. Still, the bulk of her head managed to crawl hair by hair into his tender ring, and her breath deepened rapidly as the bulk of her crown squeezed in, the feline having to work down quite heavily now. Her lips split suddenly against his, and her tongue pushed into his mouth, probing, pushing, searching, and he shuddered-- and swallowed that cockhead whole in a single jerk. They moaned abruptly into each other's mouths, lips breaking after a moment to pant a shared breath into each other as he wrung tightly around the bulk of that broad hunk of flesh.

Her hands found his hips, quivering and uncertain, and the feline smiled gently as he clasped them in his own. Quietly, he drew her hands up and pressed them to her own breasts, hooded eyes meeting hers as he gave her a playful little grope through her own fingers. She cooed softly, hands resting uncertainly as she gave a small pout, but that broke in a soft moan as the feline gave a firm rock up, then down, spreading a thick slick over her head-- she'd been pumping pre into him almost constantly, and it was welling up hot and slimy inside him, just waiting to ooze out over that ebon beast. His every roll up and down that length spread her own juices steadily thicker around her, letting him slide almost effortlessly lower-- only to catch and slow on fresh, dry flesh and resume swallowing it up with teasing, languorous care.

Leaving her to fondle herself, Lith's paws rose to grasp tightly at her shoulders, steadying the feline in his labors to take that beast fully. His knees shoved in tight around her hips and between the wide armrests as he dragged himself several perilous inches up that length, trying to relax, to let those juices soak out and trail down that dark creature, before pushing with a faint rasp of a breath to smooth it out in a fresh layer of slickness. He couldn't help the soft groans surging from his belly as every shove stuffed the fat-throbbing head of that creature a little deeper into his gut, and Lith found himself licking his lips intently, tail lashing to lever along with the motions, to work himself down as his own arousal drooled on her dress shirt, unheeded. More striking, though, were her reactions as he neared the halfway point on that ebon pillar.

High, quavering whimpers jerked from the dragon as her fingers sank into her dual mounds, mauling them through the fine fabric of her blouse. Her teeth ground tightly, her legs folding in tightly at the chair as she took his riding, eyes staring intensely at that still hidden point of union, though flicking up often enough that she spotted him taking the time to watch her. Her cheeks pinkened clearly now, and her mouth broken open in a heavy pant, perhaps the beginnings of some awkward excuse, but Lith had only to take another firm swing down, the subtle taper of her shaft straining him nearly as wide as her head again at this thickest point. Her voice broke into a pathetic moan as she writhed slowly on the spot. Lith couldn't help but stare, faintly flushed himself, as he skewered himself on her shaft. She was acting like... well!

Lith didn't have a lot of experience with women-- relatively. Not for lack of trying, of course, and he did enjoy taking the opportunity to assert his masculine side with the fairer sex when it came up, but only rarely did a woman twist and moan submissively, and only under his most enthused poundings, such as to sound anything like Emily did now. It was almost... disorienting, watching her eyes close to slits, her chest swelling into her sensuously gripping fingers, and her body rolling just meekly to meet his motions... when said motions were to struggle to cram her steely girth into his own backside. Lith found a small, incredulous grin on his face as he thrust himself down deeper still, supposing-- she really was something of a virgin, after all!

And as virgins can tend to do, she was stirring with a heady force rather suddenly as he neared the base of that thick shaft. He could feel her throbs accelerating against his strained inner walls, the plump cumvein surging with the harbinger of her imminent little token of appreciation for his affection. He had to lean heavily on her shoulders, steadying himself as he prepared for what was to come. There was probably no stopping it, if this was her first time, but if he was fast, perhaps she could at least finish properly.

Heaving himself up, Lith drew a single tight breath before thrusting his body down to skewer his straining rear around that rod, driving a fresh inch inside him with a heavy stirring in his gut. His breath burst from him in an incredulous moan. He'd only been off the rotation at work a few days, but he was already a little too tight for this! The full bulk inside him was dragging at his walls, making every stirring across that hefty lance all the more difficult as he drew it deeper. To make it worse, her constant, potent throbbing was setting that shaft flaring into an angry steel rod, thicker and unyielding, and he found himself struggling to work himself up or down! He panted out heavily, muscles trembling a moment as he tried to gather himself.

Clawed hands seized at his hips. Emily's whimpers had curled into something dark, something hungry, slowly becoming more of a snarl. Lith's eyes snapped open, nearly hooded shut a moment before, to find the dragon's expression hardened. She shoved down on him as her hips drove up, a single, heavy grunt pushing from her throat, and the feline cried out desperately as he was fully impaled with a lurch, the last two fat inches burying deep between his cheeks as his rear mashed down into the lap of her pants, snuggling to her sheath through her spread fly. Her mouth opened in a shuddering gasp, and her teeth flashed out to snap at the air as her hips lurched up again, that already impressive tool straining painfully fat with throb after heavy throb.

Finally, raw heat burst deep in his belly, and the feline shuddered out a moan, struggling to wrangle his internal muscles into squeezing around that beast. Every thick pulse shot a little jolt of strain up the back of his pelvis and on up his spine before spreading in another wave of warmth, and it was all he could do to scoop a hasty paw around the head of his own shaft before he burst. Biting down on his lip, Lith shivered and swallowed a throaty groan as he fired off his load, managing to catch most of it in his palm lest he ruin her fine clothing entirely. Some apparently liked to ruin their outfits, but he suspected Ms. Drake just... hadn't thought of it.

The intent, forceful expression she wore as she pumped into his bowels did leave Lith a little off balance in his throes, their final moments seeming to have taken a sudden shift. Panting out as his last was expended, he sagged somewhat atop her, weakly squeezing at the creature still laboring at stuffing him with her pent up seed. He might have relieved her once before, but he suspected she'd need several more sessions to... clean out the works. He groaned faintly as his belly took a rather swollen cast under the wrath of that creature. She didn't feel like she was stopping... His strength was draining away, and he wanted to lean into her, but... he wasn't sure Ms. Drake would appreciate that. So he settled himself balanced, firmly anchored on that pulsating beast as his belly filled out and his shaft retreated, the feline left gingerly drinking his own load before he got too much of a mess everywhere. Her eyes were distant as she worked. He tried to relax, but somehow, in her presence, he felt... on edge, now.

The heavy hum of the plane pressed in around them again, and Lith's breath wound from him in a weak sigh. Finally, those plump balls relaxed, dropping down from their snuggly embrace of his rear, and he shuddered faintly, one paw holding his obviously swollen stomach. He might have been content, but the eyes slowly turning their regard on him now were not the shy, charming eyes he'd followed into her lap. He coughed softly.

"Thank you. I believe I am done with your services for now." Her voice was almost flat, and it stung at him for some reason.

"Ah..." Lith swallowed and gathered himself, though his legs trembled in protest as he tried to move. "Yes. Um... I'll just..." He grit his teeth tight as he struggled to drag up off that spent rod. Ms. Drake was already reaching over to thumb through her papers when he finally dragged her fat cockhead free of his aching hole, groaning softly and struggling to squeeze shut before he started pouring out her deposit all over the carpet. Whimpering softly, the feline stuffed a paw back between his cheeks, blushing brightly as he grabbed his duffel and went to the door. He peeked out, and scurried into the restroom to see about cleaning up. If she was this productive all the time, it could be harder to keep her extra features secret than he'd thought...

Panting softly and doing the best he could with tissues and water, the feline took a moment to rest against the counter. He hadn't imagined it... she'd gotten bolder, more like her aggressive business side, toward the end. Was that what she was going to be like from here on? He blinked, trying to imagine how a cruel, domineering cut-throat might make use of him with that heavy creature swinging between her legs. The feline blushed brightly, scrubbing over himself with fresh effort, trying to distract himself from that thought and its effect on him. Maybe it wouldn't be entirely a bad thing...