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Tales from Anthracite City: Delusions and Disappointments

By Psion

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The day after Red Light Entertainment...

Jessica McQuinn stared forlornly at the ceiling in her studio apartment after her misadventures the day before. Lying naked on her bed, the black-haired timber wolf sighed and shook her head as she recounted memories of her sexual exploits the afternoon before. Her room was silent and she had no assignments pending, taking the time to give herself a day off and deal with the emotional turmoil she was going through. She knew she should get over it, perhaps the first time the male side of her personality was right since things had gotten... confusing. But still, letting go of the disappointment was proving to be harder then she expected.

She was still arguing with herself when her PDA, a little pocket computer the Rik-Tah issued her that fit into the palm of her hand, chimed that she had a new message. Eager for something to get her mind off her troubles, she opened the email expecting it to be junk or an invitation from one of the other female mercenaries to go out and have some fun. What it turned out to be was... puzzling.

Hello love, want to meet me sometime? -J

That was it, the message in its entirety. She had no idea who this J person was and there was something strangely suspicious about this whole thing. Still, wouldn't hurt to fish for more information so she sent a message back. Excuse me; I don't believe we've met. Do I know you from somewhere?

In a flash, the conversation switched over to a messenger program. Apparently J was currently online. But how he introduced himself sent chills down her spine. We haven't met properly yet but you are quite familiar with my work. After all, you have me to thank for what a lovely lady wolf you've turned into, I've enjoyed admiring your progress so far. Did I mention... one sec. The mysterious hacker replied, excusing himself long enough for the Australian wolfess to quickly hop out of bed and search her room. He had to have been watching her, he practically said as much, which meant he might have planted cameras in her room. Now if she were her old self, where would she hide a camera or two?

Adam and Elizabeth were quiet as they stood outside Jerome's bunker deep within the highlands of the Appalachian Mountains. Jerome was a hacker without equal in the Anthracite City region, an IT wizard from Australia that got stranded in Western Pennsylvania after the world ended. Finding himself an old government bunker originally built during the Cold War, Jerome moved in and established an unparalleled information and cyberwarfare network. With his fingers in multiple enemy computer systems, chances are he would know who was responsible for what happened to McQuinn... that is if he wasn't responsible himself in which case then a extra-large can of worms was about to be opened.

Adam was considering buzzing the intercom and speaking into it again when the massive steel door, bigger then the door to any bank vault he'd had ever seen, slowly swung open. "G'day friends, I'll be with you in a moment." Jerome greeted cheerfully through the intercom's speaker. The two wastelanders stepped through the bunker door into the main foyer and looked around as the door automatically closed behnd them. Even after being abandoned for several decades, there was a refined sense of class to the décor surrounding them that had yet to have fallen into disrepair. Polished hardwoods, carpeted floors, the place was full of things that would have been expected of a shelter built for the state governor and his cabinet.

They had barely gotten past the foyer and into the main "hub" for the residential section when Jerome appeared from his "command center" buried deeper in the mountain. At one point in time, Adam imagined the "J-man" resembled the archetypical nerd complete with oversized glasses. A man of Aborigine descent with his once neatly kempt black hair growing long and scraggly, Jerome wasn't much older then either of the scavengers and physically appeared to have survived the apocalypse better then most, managing to somehow recover enough prepackaged food to last several years. The ultimate hacker bolthole both visitors had decided, self-contained with plenty of food, possibly infinite if there was room for a hydroponics garden somewhere, and a computer system capable of interfacing with the Rik-Tah's information network. About the only thing Jerome didn't have was a supply of spare parts for his computer or the hardware knowledge to make them; hence his occasional contact with the frozen world outside to trade information for the supplies he didn't already have in abundance.

"This is a pleasant surprise, usually I call you. What I can do for you?" He asked with a big friendly smile. In the past Adam never had a reason to doubt that grin of Jerome's. Recent events however caused him to wonder just how well either group really knew the other.

The two visitors looked at one another, unsure how to begin. Figuring out how to explain what they had stumbled upon was something both of them were at a loss over. "We recently uncovered a mystery we need your help on." Elizabeth began, handing the conversation over to Adam so he could take the attention off of her.

"Yeah, we recently encountered a Rik-Tah merc who has under gone an interesting transformation." Adam added, telling him as much of the story as they knew so far, deliberately omitting the parts where both he and Elizabeth banged Jessica not once but twice. It was probably embarrassing enough to admit that they were dwelling on the misfortune of what was supposed to be an enemy.

Elizabeth kept her expression neutral as she carefully watched Jerome converse with her cohort and mull over the discussion. Meanwhile the computer hacker nodded, nothing about his body language seemed to be setting off the short blond's paranoia so far. "Interesting, why are you concerned though? She's still a Rik-Tah mercenary no matter how her plumbing's laid out."

"We're not, we're just concerned what this means for the rest of us if this is someone's idea of fighting the Rik-Tah. People who mess with them just for the sake of messing with them die horribly. You know that as well as we do; if you hit Rikky somewhere he thinks he's safe, he hits back twice as hard and doesn't care what else he hits." Adam explained.

Jerome rubbed his chin in contemplation, now Elizabeth was getting suspicious but was careful to avoid letting it show. He was too relaxed, meaning either he knew something or had spent the last hour getting so stoned that not even the threat of the Invaders stomping around could make him lose his cool. It may be her cynicism talking but Summers was tempted to believe the former, no one had weed that good anymore. "I still think you two are overreacting but I'll look into it all the same mates." He replied, abruptly waving them both back out the shelter door. The conversation over, the two of them were quickly led back outside and on the other side of thirteen tons of steel-titanium alloy.

Adam and Elizabeth looked at each other for the second time in an hour and shook their heads. "Is it just me or does he know more then he's letting on?" The tall man began as they headed out of the cave and into the frozen woodlands around Jerome's hideout.

"It's either not you or hiding in that VIP shelter has seriously messed with his perceptions of reality. I thought he was stoned but no, no one can get that stoned that not even the thought of a kill-team sniffing around can faze them. And come on, I know we dropped in unannounced but he didn't even give us time to get warmed up first. It took longer for that blast door to open then it took for us to tell him why we showed up and get kicked back out." Elizabeth replied, shaking her head as they continued to trudge through the snow.

Jerome frowned as he sat back down in his chair and turned his gaze back to his multi-monitor setup. He had almost forgotten about those two but fate had seen fit to remind him of their corruptive presence, he had to separate them from his precious before they made her just like the others. Quickly scanning the mosaic of different video feeds; he noticed that the robotic cameras he had planted in his pet's apartment had malfunctioned. Blegh, he could fix that later. Right now he had an important conversation to continue...

I'm back love, you still there? He typed, impatiently waiting for her reply.

Who are you, what do you want? Came the reply, clearly she was trying to resist his charms. No matter, that was what the hacks to her body chemistry were for.

Someone looking out for you, don't worry I'll make sure those two nasty people don't bother you anymore. Can't have them ruining your perfection. He typed as a sly smile crossed his lips. That was it, it was so simple and ironic he couldn't believe he didn't think of it before. The drone following them while his precious was in the city was already equipped with a sonic lure for attracting Frankenstocks...

Back in bed after smashing the stalker's cameras with the butt of her rifle, Jessica felt her plump lip tremble as she realized whom he was talking about.

Two people... Adam and Elizabeth? She typed into her PDA.

Exactly, want to watch their demise? Given what I've seen of their combat skills it will be bonzer! Came the terrifying reply, tears starting to slowly run down her face. For once, that stubborn remnant of her old self was mercifully quiet.

<Do it, ask him to patch you in.> Brandon interrupted telepathically, McQuinn didn't even realize he was listening but then considering this stranger was threatening his brother, she wasn't surprised. Nodding reluctantly, she typed an acknowledgement and soon her PDA began to play the video feed from a hacked surveillance drone. Her heart started to sink as she watched two familiar figures run along the desolate county highway.

The instant they heard the drone flying overhead let out a deafening, pulsating screech, Adam knew the two of them were about to have a very bad day. Sonic lures were a device used to rile up Frankenstock mutants and goad them into attacking a fortified town as part of a prolonged siege. Why they would use one to take down two solitary wastelanders was a mystery that was going to have to wait for another day... if there was going to be another day. Even as the winter wind howled around them, both of them would have to be deaf to not hear the screams and roars of monstrous, genetically modified boars, steers, and other things that were infinitely more dangerous then they had any right to be. With their guns drawn, both survivors quickly took stock of their surroundings. They had followed the abandoned highway to an intersection halfway to nowhere. A river to one side and a clump of little nothing buildings on the other, mostly gas stations and convenience stores as far as Adam could tell, thick evergreen forests ahead and behind them. Looks like there was only one direction to go in if they wanted to even the odds.

Taking cover inside a small, abandoned post office, the two quickly barricaded the back door before turning their attentions to the front entrance. It wouldn't be long now. The bay windows and the narrow lobby would offer little defense against the creatures gathering in the parking lot and charging at the sight of fresh prey. The instant that first boar smashed through the flimsy glass door, both survivors opened fire and subjected their attackers to a hail of lead. The floor became littered with spent shell casings as the stench of gunsmoke hung heavy in the air. Not expecting to be ambushed so badly on what was supposed to be a short jaunt, neither of them packed particularly heavy on ammunition. And what they had was quickly dwindling...

"Jesus fucking Christ, I didn't realize how many there were up here. Doesn't Jerome hunt?" Adam shouted as his shotgun went dry and he was forced to switch to a 9mm handgun. It wasn't the best kind of backup weapon for this kind of foe but it was better then the Bowie knife on his belt or the Swiss Army knife in his pocket.

"Adam, this is Jerome we're talking about and he's the only guy out this way for miles. I'd be surprised if that shut-in knows which end of the gun you're supposed to point at the bad guys." Elizabeth shot back as she ejected the spent magazine in her P90 and slid in a fresh one. "Last mag!" She barked, staring grimly at their remaining foes. Too many, there were still too many.

"Oh I'd at least give him that much, not a lot more but he does look like the kind of guy to have played a ton of Call of Nit-FUCK!" Adam swore as he spotted the steer approach the parking lot outside. Frankenstock steers, big mutant cows about the size of an SUV or a small tank, were probably pretty funny in concept. They weren't funny at all in practice as they were surprisingly adept at using their weight and size to their advantage in a fight, becoming the wooly mammoths of the new ice age. This particular mountain of beef bellowed and lowered his horns. Teeth that had no business being in an herbivore's mouth glistened as the creature charged the building to get at the two humans inside.

Pennsylvanian contractors being what they were in Adam's experience, the post office held up to getting hit by a ton and a half of charging meat surprisingly well. The glass might as well not have been there at all but the cinderblock half wall holding it up provided some badly needed resistance before the creature made contact with the counter and the pile of porcine bodies in front of it, the last barrier between the steer and two fairly flimsy humans. Putting up a pitched defense, they emptied everything they had into the charging beast. Bullets tore bleeding holes into the creature yet the Frankenstock refused to stop, plowing through the barriers and "shoulder checking" both of them into the back wall. Mail that had sat forgotten for months was thrown everywhere as the two made impact. Adam would never understand how both of them avoided getting gored on those big horns. All he remembered before getting pinned was the sound of a familiar autocannon warming up and spitting lead out somewhere in the parking lot. Whoever they were, Adam hoped they were hungry because the two of them just killed enough mutant animals to keep Harley Morenstein busy for an entire season of Epic Meal Time...

Jessica McQuinn blinked as she watched a robed figure and an antique-looking suit of bulbous power armor appear on the video screen. The battlesuit tore through the remaining boars with a large caliber automatic while the robed deer doe channeled some kind of psychic energy and animated the dormant plant life around her. Shrubs and vines exploded up through the cracks in the pavement and out of the snow to snare the stragglers in a fibrous mesh. The wolfess blinked as the names came back to her, Crimson Hammer and Cornucopia, just as the battling females turned their attentions to the ruined post office and the bovine carcass the Russian armor heroine pumped a full belt of ammunition into. They came back after all...

Adam groaned as he felt the slain bovine was slowly pulled off of him and promptly checked himself for injuries. Everything was where it was supposed to be and nothing felt broken. Sore as all hell to be sure but not broken, he could still leave the wrecked building under his own power and some days that was a miracle in itself. When he saw who was digging them out, he couldn't help but smile.

"Hey Elizabeth, look who it is! Your Russian princess has come back for her Barbie doll." He laughed, getting a groan and a rude gesture from his barely conscious partner. Yep, Elizabeth was going to be all right too. This had just gone from the worst to the best day for both of them. Rising to his feet and holstering his weapons, Adam walked out to find arguably the most heavenly sight he could find after what he had just been through...

McQuinn watched as Adam and Cornucopia stood silently and looked at each other for a moment. The female floramancer was a stout, round bodied deer doe clad in an ankle-length robe dyed a variety of dark greens arranged in a camouflage-like pattern and a black ski mask worn over her face. The result was a costume that looked more appropriate on a shrouded sorcerer from a swords-and-sorcery game then a superheroine. The wolf's PDA was incapable of playing the audio feed the drone was picking up but she didn't need to read Adam's lips to know what he was probably saying. Particularly since that once he said what was ever on his mind, Adam grabbed the doe in a tight, squishy hug, pushed her hood back, and pulled her mask up to the bridge of her muzzle so he could kiss her on the lips. They kissed for so long Jessica wondered if some tongue play was involved. Meanwhile there was something going on with Crimson Hammer's armor that the drone couldn't quite see. From the wolf's perspective it looked like the faceplate retracted and the suit's occupant gave Elizabeth a warm peck on the cheek. The heavy armor then sealed itself up and lumbered back outside with the short woman staggering out behind her. With the fight over and the day saved, the heroines lead old flames into the dense forest and disappeared from the drone's field of view. "J" directed the drone to follow them but the machine's soon lost them beneath the dense evergreen canopy and switched over to its default patrol pattern.

Well then, this was unexpected but don't worry, I'll make sure those two never bother you again. "J" quipped, oblivious to the fact that McQuinn had been quietly thrusting her fists into the air in jubilation; as she read his response, her joy subsided and the wolfess felt her hackles rise as a deep, throaty snarl worked its way up from her belly and escaped her lips. Oh did she have words for this bastard, later... when she had the chance to say them to his face and not to a computer screen. But not now, now she needed to plan and see about spending some of that credit on new equipment. For a moment she hesitated, afraid of how he might react then shook her head and cursed her stupidity softly. She knew EXACTLY how he'd react; she was exactly like him once upon a time. About the only thing she could do was type a reply that she'd see him soon and hope he'd buy it... Well, it wasn't exactly a lie. He would be seeing her soon but he definitely wouldn't enjoy it. But that was for later, now there was another question she wanted answered.

<You wouldn't have anything to do with what just happened Seer?> She asked her handler coyly.

<Why I have no idea what you're going on about slutmuffin.> The human telepath replied, McQuinn could just picture him smiling impishly inside his isolation tank. <It sounds to me like you're implying that one; I actually am able to discreetly contact my brother and other groups opposing the Rik-Tah, and two, that I have been doing my own poking around concerning your... mishap.>

<Brandon, can we just stop pretending I'm stupid? Okay, so you don't want to tell me where or in what those two are hiding. Fine, at least they're happy where they are with those two heroines.>

<Three heroines...> He corrected without thinking, groaning as he realized she caught him in his lie. <You didn't get to see her because Corncupia brought down some serious AoE but Freight Train was there as well. Her costume doesn't protect against the extreme cold but her metamorphic elasticity allows her to morph into various objects like say... the pair of extra-thick long underwear the floramancer was wearing beneath her robe. If push came to shove though, the donkey would have swelled up a bit to soften the impact for both of them.>

<Okay, what about J? What do you know about him?>

<A lot and very little. There is one hacker who signs his messages with the letter J in this area, Jerome. Don't know where you can find him, never really looked for obvious reasons, but most of what he's done is surveillance and information gathering. This is a big switch up for him but your conversation with him gave me an idea why he'd do this.>

<Which is? In case it wasn't already obvious to me that he's just a tech savvy version of my old self?> She asked rhetorically.

<He wants a pet wuffy; one that's brainless, obedient, with nice tits and the ability to make sandwiches on demand. And since you are still at the "disposable" tier of mercs, no one would have missed you if he kidnapped you. On the plus side, I can now look at what he did and... god does it show just how little he knows about the computer code controlling The Vats.>

<And you do?>

<Yeah... turns out there actually is a coding manual that I was finally able to find and translate. Basically, if I didn't know better I'd swear he was just banging keys within a rough set of parameters. Switching your gender was actually the easy part, at least compared to setting up how your body was going to look. The rest... do you want the break down?>

<Why not? He's already made sure there's not much I can do to change it back assuming I even want to be changed back which I don't know anymore.>

<Well for the record we DID try to do damage control once we realized something was wrong so if you want to cater to a particular pair of wasteland scrubs or your own vanity... There is room for modification. But as is... let's see, he completely misread the codes that controlled your hip/ass to bust ratio, going for a balanced hourglass instead of a top-heavy figure that would have destroyed your spine, failed to figure out how to hardcode a weakness to human pheromones, much less his, so he settled for a form of 'manual' imprinting where basically you foster feelings of loyalty to anyone that fucks you, ANYONE including your old dude-bro friend Ralph, and while we did pull you out before he could start to "bimbofy" your brain, I doubt the code he transmitted would do anything except give you occasional headaches.>

McQuinn nodded her head and started running a search on her PDA. Yes, there was a bounty out for Jerome so it was possible to make up an excuse for going out and looking for him. No one had been able to trace him back to his bunker but Jessica suspected that it might not be too far from that intersection where she watched four figures fend off a horde of Frankenstocks. Sounded like as good of a place to start looking as any. Mentally she went through the things she would have to bring as she studied the flyover of the clump of buildings surrounding the wrecked post office. With several buildings still standing and one in particular giving a promising vantage point over the others; shelter from the weather wasn't going to be a problem. But then there was the problem with the Frakenstocks. Engineered by the Rik-Tah as a deterrent to harass the local humans, there were strong measures in place to keep mercenaries from hunting the creatures with impunity for sport. Weapon restrictions, cash penalties...

<I can give you a couple recommendations that should get around that.> Brandon interjected casually. McQuinn blinked and looked up towards the ceiling but before the question could finish forming in her head, the psychic answered it. <Let's see, they were engineered to disrupt the natural ecosystem, hunt human survivors, and mock starving people by giving teeth to a month's worth of groceries. And they're the only thing I can think of that would piss off both pro and anti-GMO advocates. I can't think of any reason why I would want to look the other way if you knock a few off when you're not supposed to.> He replied sarcastically._ _ The conversation continued like this for a while longer, the wolfess making a list and preparing for a nice, leisurely hunting trip in the frozen Pennsylvanian wastes...

Port Clearfield, Jessica McQuinn didn't think this little nothing town even had a name. Savoring the electric warmth of her Adaptive All-Weather Clothing, the female mercenary cradled a scoped compound crossbow as she occasionally cast a worried look up towards the sky. There was no way of knowing if the drone flying overhead was friendly or not, forcing her to stay out of sight by darting from building to building. Adjusting the weight of the satchel of camping gear on her back and drawing a bolt from a quiver on her hip, she pulled back the slide on her crossbow and carefully approached the ruined post office.

Other then patches of bloodstained snow and bits of bone, there was very little evidence left of the battle that had taken place here. Most of the corpses were gone; McQuinn hoped that opportunistic humans or the anthros that were rumored to be helping them took the carcasses. Not because she was particularly concerned for the welfare of these people... yet, but because otherwise it meant there were still plenty of Frankenstocks roaming the area and they were hungry. Which meant there was plenty to hunt and be hunted by.

Stepping into the ruined post office for a brief moment, she surveyed the carnage. The dead steer was still there in the center of the lobby where Crimson Hammer left him, his left flank torn to shreds by the armored heroine's autocannon. But the creature's face though, it was odd looking at it and not thinking of a couple bull anthros she had known. Still, food was food and she should find shelter and set up camp before it started getting dark. Time to make her way towards that one tall building she spotted coming in.

Tucked away towards the forest, on a hill that overlooked the rest of the city block "town" was the Clearfield municipal building. Five stories of steel, glass, and cement that contained the community center, public library, police station, and the civic offices. The township supervisor's office had a particularly nice view of Port Clearfield and the highway running adjacent to it. All McQuinn needed was a comfortable chair and she would be in a perfect position to watch the roadway for movement. Setting down her pack and making camp in the abandoned office, she threw down her sleeping bag and powered up the fusion grill on a surface she was certain wouldn't catch fire; now to see about that hunk of meat in the post office.

A couple hours later, as the sun began to set and cast a deep chill on the frozen world, Jessica curled up in her sleeping bag and watched night finish falling on the abandoned hamlet. The door was barricaded, the grill had been powered down to a barely perceptible glow, and she had a belly crammed full of cooked meat. After a few false starts, she finally broke down and powered up a Rik-Tah "smart tool" built for the task of butchering game in the field. Slicing up the tank-sized steer drained the battery completely and there was no way to recharge it until she returned back to the city. That was all right though; she had enough meat to last about a week of watching the road. Someone was bound to go looking for Jerome if he didn't try contacting her again in that time and if not, she'd head back, resupply and do it again. In the meantime... well it wasn't like she didn't know two people who wouldn't mind if she ended up with a fat ass from all this stakeout stuff.

"Speaking of which, I wonder how they're doing? Did seeing their girlfriends again make them forget all about me?" She wondered with a sigh before falling asleep...

When it came time to draw straws, Elizabeth ended up with the couch. Not that she minded; some of her best memories with Mira Frostden happened in the living room. The mink heroine had managed to squeeze her bulky power armor into the prepper shelter and dismounted in the humans' overstocked workroom. Which eventually lead to where they were now, on the couch with the short woman curled up in the taller mink's arms. Resting her head against Mira's soft breast, Summers slowly ran her hand against the portly mink's side. Delicate fingers pressed softly into the soft flesh beneath Mira's tight olive green body suit as the worn gunwoman looked up at her lover with tired relief in her eyes. Mira smiled softly and kissed her unforgotten lover on the lips before lying into the bunker's unremarkable sofa, a mustelid hand gently rubbing the human's sore shoulder. Her smile took a sad tinge as she felt how bony her sweetie had gotten since she last saw her. But no matter, there was time to fix that later, she wouldn't dream of letting her little angel waste away in front of her if she could help it.

Adam smiled as he watched Megan Whitetail undress and get ready to join him in bed. Of course Juniata Trasero had gone with her object-morphing trick, considering her costume wasn't really appropriate for the endless Anthracite winter it wasn't really much of a surprise that she had flattened and wrapped herself around her florakinetic friend for warmth. The doe began to blush as her donkey cohort attempted to return to her normal shape, making the already plump Whitetail look as if she was wearing a fat suit. Adam merely grinned and took the embarrassed doe by the hand. "Please don't ever change either of you." He laughed as he helped the two of them into bed and kissed Megan on the lips one more time before they both fell asleep. In the back of his mind, he knew there were some things both he and Elizabeth needed to address and admit to, things that needed to be worked out with McQuinn. But his face betrayed none of these thoughts; there would be time for those questions later. Right now there was a lot of catching up to do and a cold bunker that wasn't going to warm itself...

Megan smiled as she wrapped her arms around Adam and rubbed his worn body before dozing off. Tomorrow the two of them were going to have a lot of catching up to do, seeing what both of them had been doing over the past several months. Yet one thing was certain at least, no matter what else he might have done, that kiss after the battle at the post office proved that he hadn't forgotten about her. About either of them if the hand on Juniata's big ol' donkey butt was anything to go by. If only he didn't shiver so much in her arms. Whitetail supposed it didn't matter at the moment; she and Trasero had enough warmth for all three of them...

Outside of the claustrophobically cramped confines of the prepper's bunker, the frigid winter wind continued to howl. Snow was blown in knee-high drifts and a blizzard continued to pile on even more on top of that. Yet the bunker's five occupants couldn't care less for as the old song went, though the weather outside was frightful, inside was positively delightful...

The bunker's two main inhabitants had been through a lot over the last few days. Many battles, more close calls then either of them cared to count, and just the general stress of their surroundings had all taken their toll on the two of them. But for one moment, none of those things mattered. All that mattered right then was that they were reunited with old lovers thought forgotten and presently making up for lost time.

Adam White smiled as he basked in the undeniable comfort of the warm bed. Kissing the deer doe anthro resting her head on his shoulder, the longhaired man ran his hand down Megan Whitetail's voluptuous side and nuzzled her velvet soft cheek. Juniata Trasero still wore herself around the plump blond doe like a suit, the donkey's robust bottom-heavy figure only adding to the amount of squishy warmth Adam felt when his hand drifted down to the doe's positively abundant backside and gave his bed mate a gentle squeeze. His fingers sank into her soft, doughy bottom as the tired man drank in the girls' combined warmth. For a brief instant and not the first time, he contemplated the complexities of this arrangement before pushing them back of his mind. The girls were happy, he was happy, that was all that should matter. And right now, that's all that really did matter.

Megan briefly stirred and looked up at him with a sly smile before she kissed him on the lips. Wrapping her arms around him and staring at him with those soft blue eyes of hers, she nuzzled him back and rubbed one of her thunderous thighs against his crotch. Long blond hair draped against his shoulder as she ran her hand along his side and shook her head with a coy grin. "Next time we head back, Juniata and I are going to have to find some way to take you with us." She sighed and smiled meekly, giving him a reassuring squeeze and shifting her weight around to better keep her bedmate warm...

Mira Frostden smiled in spite of herself as she continued to recline on the sofa, making sure the blankets were wrapped tight around her as she made herself comfortable for the night. Stroking a suspicious-looking lump nestled against the pudgy mink's soft tummy, enjoying the feeling of Elizabeth's skin against her soft fur. Mira's short human girlfriend did her best to get nestled close against the mustelid's warm body. Why from the outside it probably looked like the Russian anthro had... the dismounted battlesuit operator's smile took a grim quality to it as she shook her head and continued to try and lull Elizabeth into a gentle slumber. Elizabeth Summers had gotten so skinny since Mira saw her last, and it was only once she had wrapped the shorter woman into a blanket cocoon that she stopped shivering slightly. The mink didn't like it but there wasn't much she could do about it now. Later she would have to try and change that, if there was an opportunity later. For now though, now she was going to just enjoy the slender female curled up against her soft belly and resting her head against the mink's breasts. Mustelid hands gently snaked down to stroke Elizabeth's blond hair. Mira had a hundred questions for her little princess but none of them mattered to the mink right then, all that mattered was that the two of them were finally together at long last...