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Sonic Suburbia: Teachers' Pet
Chap. 1 – Tempting TAs
Acorn Academy was one of the most prestigious schools in Northamer. Originally it was seen more of a dumping ground for the country's wealthiest to ensure their kids got easy A's. Now, overseen by the current head of Acorn International, it was open to all Mobians of all walks of life. Not to say there weren't a few wheels still getting greased, mind you.
The grounds were pristine and expansive. Courses ranged from pre-school all the way up to college-level graduate studies. Various social clubs and athletic programs were always taking on prospective future stars. The student body was just as diverse with species from all over Mobius, including a few Overlanders.
Working for the Academy was considered as high an honor as attending it. At least that was what they told Hershey during her job interview. Days like today, though, made her long for boot camp.
"Are there any questions?" the ebony-furred feline asked the small group of students facing her. One or two were daydreaming. A few others tried to hide their phones. Hershey's long tail waved in agitation. Several males in the class were clearly eyeing the way her red blazer and skirt clung to her shapely frame. Her fingers drifted over the blue neckerchief tied around her neck.
Only one person seemed to be taking the current lesson seriously. He was the youngest student in the room, an eighteen-year-old male fox with orange and white fur. A pair of bushy, white-tipped tails waved idly behind him as he jotted in a notebook.
An older red vixen seated in the back row of desks raised her hand. "Yeah, could you explain why I have to listen to a chick my own age?" she sassed. A few of her classmates snickered. The fox seated in the front row blushed and buried his face in his textbook.
Hershey rolled her emerald eyes. The asker was already pushing it with how she interpreted the Academy's dress code. Her white blouse was tied in a loose knot in front of her bosom instead of buttoned up. Her arms were covered by a pair of black, fingerless gloves that went up to her elbows. Her grey skirt was several inches above the knees. The standard socks were replaced with white nylons, and a pair of black heels adorned her feet instead of the school-issued flats. A large, yellow bow rested atop her short, spiky hair. Clearly, the vixen wasn't hoping to pass on her academic prowess.
The she-cat sighed and leaned forward on her desk. "Because, Ms. Fox, some of us are better at balancing our social calendar than others," Hershey shot back as civilly as possible. Her evaluator, seated at the very back of the room, nodded in silent approval. "Any REAL questions? Then let's continue." She stood and returned to the chalk board.
The vixen scowled at being thwarted getting a rise from the feline. She scribbled something on a page of her notebook, tore the paper free, and folded it into a rough square. She then nudged the person sitting in front of her and slid it into their hand. The note steadily made its way towards the two-tailed fox.
The vixen snickered when he opened the missive and read her little message. He shook in his seat and his ears folded dejectedly. His tails drooped onto the floor.
"Something get your attention, Mr. Prower?" asked an annoyed Hershey. She was now standing directly in front of the student with her hands on her hips.
"N-no, Ms. C-Cat!" the vulpine sputtered as he tried to hide the piece of paper.
"Passing notes? Really, Mr. Prower? I expect that from the grade-schoolers. Not from someone who was pushed into the more advanced classes," the feline scolded.
"I... I'm s-sorry, Ms. Cat," he mumbled. "It... it wasn't me; I swear!"
"Busted!" snarked the vixen in the back. She reclined in her desk with her hands folded behind her head. Her voluminous tail flipped up and down mirthfully.
"Well, now," growled Hershey as she snatched the paper from the young man's hand, "Let's see what so important!" Her eyes roamed over the scrawling.
'I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last fox on Mobius. Drop dead, freak!'
Her voice trembled at having spoken such a hateful message aloud. The cat looked down at the embarrassed fox. Her expression softened. The young man seemed to be on the verge of tears.
"That's a week's detention. For you AND Ms. Fox." She said the second name with a twinge of venom.
The other vulpine sat up. "Bullshit! I didn't do a fucking thing!" she hollered.
Hershey held up the note. "Really? Class, does anyone else here go by 'Fiona'? Anyone?" she asked sarcastically.
More snickers filled the classroom. "Dumb bitch," muttered an unknown voice. The red vixen seethed and launched herself from her seat.
"So what?! I still don't have to take this shit from YOU! My man told me about you, alley cat! Drago made you his chew toy! And your hubby's a fuckin' traitor! You think putting on a fancy suit makes you better than me?! Fuck off!"
Hershey's eyes narrowed. Her ears went flat against her head. "Make that an afternoon detention for Mr. Prower. And a week's suspension for Ms. Fox," she hissed.
"Piss off, pussy cat! I don't have to listen to a damn word you say! You're not even a REAL teacher at this dump!" Fiona fired back. Her arms crossed over her chest and her tail flipped up in a less than subtle way.
"That's ENOUGH!" shouted a voice from the very back of the room. A matronly woodchuck stepped forward. Her grey head-fur was done up in a tight bun. A modest, dusty blue suit covered her body. Her usually compassionate eyes were now cold and steely. Her welcoming smile turned to an icy frown. A symphony of hushed gasps came from the students. They all recognized Head Mistress Rosie.
"Ms. Cat may not have full authority, Ms. Vixen," she continued. "But I most certainly do. Consider yourself expelled. Effective immediately!"
"You can't do that!" Fiona railed. "I have a scholarship! You can't kick me out over something like this!"
"An ATHLETIC scholarship, Fiona," Rosie explained. "According to Coach Koala you haven't attended practice in weeks. And your performance during games hasn't been stellar to say the least." Her eyes roamed over the vixen's attire. "Besides that, you still have to maintain a respectable GPA, which you've FAILED to accomplish. This is just the latest in a LONG list of infractions against school policy. Frankly, I've given you more than ample opportunities to deal with your personal issues. Consider yourself finished with this institution."
The rest of the class went dead silent. Fiona's expression went from sour to downright deadly. Her ears went flat. Her lips curled back, revealing her sharp canines. She pointed a finger at Hershey. "This isn't over, bitch!" she snarled to the feline. She turned back to Rosie. "You want me outta here? Fine! But don't say you weren't warned, you dried up old hag!" Fiona grabbed her bookbag, swung it over her shoulder, and stalked from the room. She finished by slamming the door so hard the glass pane rattled.
In the afternoon, Hershey sat at a bleacher overlooking the Dirt Hockey field. The remains of her lunch occupied the spot next to her. She lucked out finding a seat. The Senior Mens' Graduate class was having their daily practice. The lower benches were covered by tons of girls ogling the players. While there was no end of young men in tight shirts and shorts running around getting sweaty, Hershey sought a different target.
She smiled and waved at one of the ladies walking up and down on the sidelines. She was a white-furred koala woman the same age as the she-cat. Her outfit consisted of a white t-shirt and red shorts. The word "COACH" was printed over the large swell of her chest. A whistle dangled from around her neck. From the field, she winked and air-kissed in Hershey's direction.
"Let's go, guys! Hussle out there!" the koala called. She blew her whistle. "Ben! Tails! Go in for Johnny and Flip!"
Hershey watched as a yellow Mobian dog and the two-tailed fox from her morning class sprinted onto the field towards opposite sides. A rabbit and penguin shook their hands and ran back to the sidelines.
Two groups met in the middle of the field and faced off. The one called Tails, surprisingly, stood confidently in the Center position. Staring him down was a snarling, green male hedgehog.
"Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you, pipsqueak!" the older player growled.
"Ease up, Scourge," Tails argued. "We're on the same team!"
"Not today, ya little bitch. Fi told me what ya did this mornin'. Yer dead!" Scourge threatened.
"Is there a problem here?" asked Coach Koala as she approached the two. She stood between them with the ball in her hand.
"Nah, Coach," answered Scourge. "Jest a little trash talkin'!" His eyes quickly settled on her chest. A lecherous grin spread across his muzzle.
"Hmmm," the koala murmured, taking note of his tone and where his eyes were staring. "Okay, this will be match point. Whichever side wins gets out of drills for the day." She set the ball on the ground. "Play starts when I blow the whistle, NOT before!" The last part she spoke directly to the green-furred male. She then jogged back towards the bleachers.
Tails hunkered into position. His hands tightened around his hockey stick. Scourge, instead, remained relaxed as he watched the coach's backside as she ran. "Wonder what else she'd blow..." he snarked.
WWWWHHHHEEEETTTT! went the whistle. Tails scooped up the ball with his stick and rushed past Scourge. The hedgehog was broken from his daydreams to chase after the vulpine.
"Hey! No fair! Get back here, you little freak!" he roared.
Tails ignored him and ran down the field. A few of the opposing team got in his way, including Ben. The fox quickly passed the ball to an open teammate and dodged a rushing guard.
Hershey giggled from her seat as the players ran up and down the field. She was especially impressed with Tails' skill. Despite a seeming height disadvantage, the vulpine made up for it in speed and maneuverability. She also couldn't help noticing he had a fairly impressive physique. Not overly muscly, but far from scrawny. He clearly had a runner's body. He also wasn't a ball-hog by the look of things. He frequently passed to members of his squad and made a few supportive checks to give them a potential opening in scoring.
It was a shame his camaraderie wasn't shared by everyone else. A green streak zipped along the field, knocking members of both teams to the ground. Scourge even stole from his own side to snag the ball. A particularly brutal check sent it sailing into the air. Hershey watched as Tails spun his two back appendages around before he lifted off after the airborne ball.
The young vulpine soared next to the sphere and slapped it towards the opposing goal. The goalkeeper never had a chance as the ball rocketed into the net behind him. Almost the whole field cheered for the shot. Hershey herself clapped along.
Tails beamed and pumped his fist in the air, savoring his team's victory. Suddenly, a hockey stick shot towards him like a javelin. It lodged in his namesakes and tangled them up. Tails flubbed around awkwardly before he crashed onto the dirt and grass below.
"FOUL!" Hershey shouted from the bleacher. She jumped to her feet and waved her fist at the smirking green culprit. Several other spectators booed at the display of poor sportsmanship. Scourge merely looked in their direction and flipped off everyone on the sidelines with both hands.
"Tails!" cried Ben as he rushed over to his downed teammate. "You okay, buddy?" the older canine asked. He knelt by the vulpine's sprawled form. Tails lay in a heap on the ground. Ben put a hand on his shoulder, attempting to rouse him. The rest of the team crowded around to see what the damage was.
"Let me through! Ease up, there!" argued Coach Koala. She pushed aside several players to get inside the circle. Once there, she knelt down and rolled Tails onto his back. Aside from a few bruises and scuff marks, he appeared okay. The fox was still unconscious though. She pulled him towards her, so his head rested on her thighs.
"C'mon, mate! Come back to Barby!" she gently spoke. The koala lightly slapped his white cheek tuffs a few times.
The yellow dog snarled at Scourge. "What did you do, jerk?" he demanded.
"Keeping the spaz down where he belongs!" the hedgehog answered. "That was a bullshit play! It doesn't count!"
Barby's head shot up, her eyes red. "It does in my book, you bogan!" she yelled. "You pulled that speedy shite, Tails was clear to fly!"
Scourge shrugged. "Meh. Little prick needed a life lesson anyway," he replied indifferently.
Barby seethed. "Get yer spiny ass off my field!" she shouted. "You're officially off the team!"
"Fuck that! I'm the best player here!" the green-quilled man exclaimed. "The rest of these assholes won't get you a friggin' trophy!" Several of the other players began to yell contradictions or try to shove Scourge over. He smirked and didn't budge.
"Get. Off. My. Field!" Barby warned. She pointed towards the sidelines.
Scourge flipped his hands up. "Fine, you want me gone, I'm gone." He leaned down so he was nose to nose with the koala. "We'll see how you feel later, you Downunda dyke!" he hissed before disappearing in a green flash.
A soft groaning came from Barby's lap. Everyone looked down as Tails regained consciousness. His blue eyes fluttered open before they went wide at what was hanging in front of him.
"Hey! He's up!" someone called.
"Damn right!" another player snickered.
Tails hovered near the classroom ceiling. He was back in his standard school uniform and holding a piece of chalk in his hand. Already most of the board was covered in "I will not pass notes in class" written with perfect penmanship.
Hershey was leaning against the other wall, her arms crossed over her bosom. She couldn't help noticing the fox's dour attitude.
"It's just one afternoon, Tails," she said casually. "You don't have to be so glum."
"Yes, Ms. Cat," he replied with a deflated tone.
The feline's eyes looked up at the wall clock. "Classes ended hours ago. You don't have to be so formal either," she teased.
"Yes, Ms. Cat," he said again, robotically. His attention was on the chalk board.
Hershey walked over and gently tugged on his dangling ankle. The vulpine looked down in alarm. Hershey merely smiled and waved him downward. "I think you've earned a break for a bit, Tails. You've had a rough enough day as it is."
Tails blushed and lowered himself back on the floor. Hershey nodded towards a desk in invitation while she hopped up on the large teacher's desk in the front of the empty classroom. She propped herself on her hands. Her crossed legs dangled in the air. Her tail waved slowly behind her.
"Seriously, Tails, what's the matter?" she asked.
"I've never had detention before," he admitted. "I could get into a lot of trouble..."
Hershey rolled her eyes but smiled. "You're still going to be valedictorian, Tails. A single infraction won't change that," she said.
"It's not just that," he mumbled. "Girls like Fiona..."
"Aren't worth your time, kid," she cut him off. "There's a ton of women out there who would love to land someone like you." Hershey could see that, like most guys, the two-tailed fox had been smitten with the voluptuous vixen. No matter how much of a bitch she acted. "Don't waste your time on jerks, Tails. Believe me, I speak from experience. The sooner you get them out of your life, the happier you'll be."
The vulpine perked up slightly from the feline's speech. But Hershey could see he was still upset. "Don't let one minor slip-up ruin your whole life," she sighed.
"But I promised my Aunt Sally that if she got me into the advanced classes, I'd make her proud of me. My folks'll..."
Seeing his distraught expression, Hershey held out her hand. "Can I see your phone?" she asked.
Nervously, the fox handed over a bright yellow device. Hershey studied it for a second. It wasn't like any of the store brands she had ever seen. She pressed a button and searched through the list of contacts. Figuring it'd be the easiest, she selected the one marked "Mom".
"Senator Prower's office, how may we help you?" answered a male voice.
"I'm trying to reach Mrs. Prower about her son, Tails," Hershey said into the phone.
"The Senator doesn't have a son named Tails. Thank you and goodbye." The line went dead. The she-cat mentally kicked herself, realizing she hadn't used the fox's real name.
Tails sighed. "Guess Mom's got a new secretary," he muttered.
Hershey studied the list of names again. This time, she picked the first option, "Aunt Sally".
"Tails? Is that you? How are you doing, sweetie?" asked a chipper woman's voice.
"Paydirt!" thought Hershey. "Hello, this is Hershey Cat. Miles' homeroom teacher," she began.
"Oh no! Did something happen to Tails? Is he alright?!" the voice turned desperate.
"No, no, everything's fine, Miss. I'm sorry, but Tails volunteered to stay late and help me get organized. New semester and all." She winked at the younger male. "Sorry he didn't call you. His hands were full, and he wanted to make sure you were aware of the situation. Yes, I can put him on. Just a sec." The feline handed the phone back to the blushing fox.
"Hi, Aunt Sally," he said into the device. "Sorry I made you worry."
"It's okay, Tails. I keep forgetting you're a big fox now. Are you still coming for dinner? I made your favorite!"
"Y-yeah, Aunt Sally. Just got a little tied up with classes and all," he answered.
"You really don't have to work so hard, sweetie. Rosie says you're breezing through all your courses. Don't forget to have a little fun on campus," Sally said.
Tails smirked. "Is that really how you feel, Sally? Or is Sonic coaching you?" he sassed.
"Hahahahah, no, no, cutie. He's got his eyes peeled to the skies waiting for you to show up. Don't stay too late. I love you,"
"I'll be there soon, Aunty." He cupped his hand over the phone. "I... I love you, too." He hung up.
Hershey's tail flipped up and down. "So, crisis averted?" she asked teasingly.
"Y-yeah... Thanks Ms. C- errrr, Hershey!" the fox said. A wide grin was now plastered on his white muzzle.
It was the end of the day. The sky was dark. Hershey walked tiredly across the parking lot. A red purse dangled from her shoulder. The feline made a checklist of what she needed to do once she got to her apartment. Mostly reviewing essays and grading tests. If she was lucky, she might have time for a quick shower and a microwaved meal. Hopefully.
She sighed and leaned against her car. Her black paw dug through her purse, searching for the key. Suddenly a green flash slammed her against the metal door. Dazed, Hershey barely had time to feel someone grab her shoulder, spin her around, and drill a fist into her stomach. The she-cat collapsed to her knees; her arms wrapped around her middle. "Payback time, pussy cat!" a female voice yelled.
Hershey looked up to see Fiona, still in her "slutty schoolgirl" outfit. Next to her stood Scourge. A pair of blood-red shades rested on his forehead. An open black leather jacket revealed two jagged orange scars running diagonally across his abdomen. Black jeans covered his legs. Steel-tipped boots adorned his feet.
"What's a matter, alley cat? You bite yer own tongue?" Scourge chuckled. Fiona leaned seductively against the green male.
"This will teach you, Ms. T.A.!" Fiona giggled darkly. "You should have kept your mouth shut. Isn't that right, baby?" she pecked Scourge on the cheek.
The emerald thug cracked his knuckles. "You know it, babe." He scowled at Hershey. "Bitch, yer gonna wish you were back with Drago when this is all over!"
"Oooohhh Scourge-y" cooed Fiona. "Promise I can go first? I want to handle this pussy personally!"
Scourge rubbed noses with the vixen. "Sure thing, Fi. But don't damage the goods TOO much!"
His eyes shifted back to the seething she-cat. One of his hands rubbed the crotch of his pants. His lips curled back to reveal a dual row of fangs. "You AND the koala cunt are gonna learn what a REAL man can do!" Hershey's pupils shrank in realization of what the pair had in store for her and Barby.
"Better idea!" came a voice from above. "Let ME show you!" An orange blur swooped down and ricocheted off Scourge's head. The green-quilled man was pitched aside. Fiona screamed in surprise.
Tails made a three-point landing on the other side of Hershey's attackers. His free hand was balled into a fist as he glared at the older students. "That's no way to treat a lady!" he yelled.
Scourge rolled onto his back and rubbed his head. "The fuck just hit me?" he said in confusion. He looked over at Tails. "YOU?! You little shit! I'll kill you! Just like that other smarmy motherfucker!"
The snarling hedgehog curled into a ball and revved in place. The asphalt underneath him smoked. He shot forward but Tails easily sidestepped him. Scourge slammed into another parked car, nearly bisecting the vehicle.
The fox took a fighting stance like his aunt taught him. His tails slowly spun behind him. He sparred with Sonic enough times to be ready for anything this Wanna-Be had in store. Scourge merely shouted more curses and propelled himself again at the un-fazed vulpine.
"Take him apart, baby!" cheered Fiona. Her revelry was cut off when a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
"Fight your own battles for once, Fiona!" hissed Hershey. The cat unsheathed her claws and raked them across Fiona's face. "RRRRREEEEEE-OOOOOWWWW!" she screeched before returning the favor of a fist into the vixen's gut.
An orange and a green spinning sphere slammed together repeatedly. The two slowed down and returned to Tails' and Scourge's usual forms. "Not bad, shorty!" panted Scourge. He wiped a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth. "But you ain't got much left! Just walk away! The black bitch ain't worth it!"
Scourge threw a series of sloppy punches in Tails' direction. The younger man easily dodged or feinted against the blows. Every now and again, he struck back with a chop, punch, or kick of his own. Unlike the enraged hedgehog, Tails' strikes were more precise; hitting nerves and soft spots on Scourge's body.
"I'm not afraid of punks like you!" Tails fired back. "No one hurts my teacher!" He shot forward with his fist held out.
"Yer funeral, freak," Scourge muttered. He hunkered down and spun in place again. This time, large arcs of energy sparked off his balled form. He launched himself at the charging vulpine. Just as he was about to crash into Tails, a blue streak intercepted the green attacker. Scourge was sent reeling into the air before bellyflopping onto the black surface of the parking lot.
Tails skidded to a halt and walked over to the crater made by his opponent. He looked down at Scourge's crumpled body. He barely registered the blue figure standing next to him. "I had him on the ropes, you know," he said.
A soft chuckling came from Sonic. He rubbed the orange tuft of fur between the fox's ears. "'Course you did, Little Bro," he said. "But you know how Sal hates being kept waiting."
Tails turned and smiled. He hugged his friend. "Thanks, Big Bro," he said with his tails waving happily behind him.
"No sweat, Tails. You know I'll always have your back, buddy!" Sonic returned the hug with full force.
The fox suddenly pushed out of the blue hedgehog's arms. "Holy Aurora! Hershey!" he cried. He tapped Sonic on the shoulder and the two ran over to see if the feline was okay.
They both looked on, dumbfounded. Fiona was on her knees screaming bloody murder. Parts of her uniform were shredded, and one eye was blackened shut. Hershey stood over her, barely a scuff mark on the she-cat. She held the vixen by the wrist. "Hi boys," she said with a coy grin. "What kept you?"
Hershey had both hands against the tiled wall of the shower. Her head hung low underneath the warm spray of water. She barely felt the stream pouring down her back. Her mind churned with what happened today. A student had been expelled, she had been attacked on school grounds, and now that same student and their boyfriend were in custody. Rosie had already called three times, offering no end of counseling sessions and time off.
She tried not to dwell on Scourge's threats. But she couldn't shake him from her mind. The hedgehog standing over her. That same leer she had gotten from her first lover. What usually happened afterward. Whether she was in the mood or not...
"You okay, sheila?" asked a gentle voice from behind her. A pair of white-furred arms slowly embraced the feline. Hershey tensed a moment, then purred as two soft hands ghosted over the white fur of her midsection. "Know I'm not the best cook in the Outback, but you barely touched dinner."
The she-cat straightened up in the shower stall. Two large, firm objects pressed against her back. "Barby..." she cooed.
A grey muzzle nipped at the cat's white cheek fluff. "That's my name," the koala said between kisses. Her arms tightened around Hershey. "I'd better not be the problem," she joked.
"You're amazing. And... Ah... I'm... fine," Hershey closed her eyes and sighed. Her tail coiled around the other woman's leg. Barby ran a soapy loofa over the she-cat's front. The purring got louder.
"Bullshite. You don't spend this much time in the shower without me! C'mon, love. Be honest, now..." The koala's hand drifted down to the cleft between Hershey's thighs.
"MMMEEEE-OOOOWWW!" the feline yowled in pleasure. "Wh-what happened tonight..." she admitted.
"Knew it. It's okay, sweetness." Barby pulled her hand back and rested it on Hershey's bruised stomach. "Fiona and Scourge dug their own dunny. Now they've got to squat in it." The loofa drifted over the white field of the feline's chest.
"N-no, it's not!" Hershey hissed. "Scourge didn't just go after me! H-he was going to... to you!" She put her hands over the koala's roaming paws. "I'm such bad luck..." she whispered.
Barby leaned into the cat's pointed ear. "I happen to think you're a great fuck!" she said before sticking her long tongue inside it. "And I'm no ankle-biter. You know better than to bet against me in a scrap!"
"HAHAHAHAH!" Hershey giggled. She spun around and kissed Barby on the lips.
"There's the sexy sheila I know," the koala smiled when they broke for air. The two women slowly became entangled under the shower spray. They kissed and nipped all over each other. A long, smooth tongue danced with a short, raspy one when their mouths met. Black paws roamed along a white-furred back. A set of white paws cupped a pair of black-furred buns. The cat's white mounds squished up against Barby's larger grey-coated breasts. Pink nipples rubbed against a black pair of nubs.
Hershey pressed Barby's back against the opposite wall of the shower. She rubbed noses with the koala. "I should return the favor," she purred. The loofa plopped down on the wet floor.
Slowly, the she-cat began to kiss her way down the other woman's body. Barby hissed and chirred as Hershey nuzzled into the crook of her neck. A black paw drifted along the athletic woman's toned waist and settled between her firm thighs. "AAAAAHHHH! YEEEAAAAHHH!" the koala cried.
"HHhmmmm... So wet..." Hershey purred. She nuzzled against the large orbs of Barby's chest. She made light kisses over the soft, grey fur. A soft hiss came from the koala's lips as a raspy feline tongue lapped at her teat.
"Ah... ah... D-does kitty want some milk?" Barby giggled. Hershey didn't answer. Instead, she took the dark nub in her mouth and suckled. Her palm stroked the other woman's labia.
"Yeah... yeah, baby!" the koala hissed. Her hand ran between her lover's pointed ears. "That's the way I like it... OOOOOOHHHHH!" She propped herself against the slick wall of the shower with her foot. Her other hand entwined with the feline's and squeezed. She chirred in pleasure at being pinned to the wall by the black and white pussy cat.
Hershey's pointed fangs pinched Barby's nip before she swirled her tongue over the areola. A single finger worked inside the other woman's warmth. Barby moaned louder. Her inner muscles clamped tightly around the slim intruder. The frisky feline straddled the koala's arched leg. A louder purr rumbled from Hershey's throat as she rubbed her vulva over Barby's thigh.
The she-cat looked up. Her green eyes met Barby's blue ones. Her digit pumped in and out of her lover's folds. "I love you, Barby," she gasped.
"L-love you too, sweetie!" the koala replied. She pecked the other woman on the lips and moaned again. Hershey's pumping went faster.
"I need you to do something for me," the she-cat whispered.
"A-any... anything, Hersh! J-just k-keep... oh YEEEESSS!" Barby panted. She was so close...
"I need you to be The Man tonight."
Barby stiffened, not from orgasm, but shock. She stared at her lover with wide eyes. "Sh-sheila, a-are you sure?" she asked.
Hershey ceased her probing of Barby's depths. Her finger remained inside, however. "Please, baby? I... I know you like being the bottom. But j-just this once..." She made a sad, pleading face.
Barby smiled and stroked the feline's cheek fluff. "Okay, kitty. Whatever you need to feel better." She reached past Hershey and turned the nozzles on the wall. The cascade of warm water ended. The pair separated, left the shower, and spent a few minutes drying themselves off.
As Hershey ran a dark pink towel along her curves, Barby giggled. "You really need to teach me how you do that," she sassed.
"And give away my advantage? Not a chance!" Hershey teased back.
The bedroom was illuminated by a pair of lamps resting on the nightstands flanking the medium-sized bed. Barby lay splayed out on the firm mattress in the middle of the room. One of her hands rolled her heavy breast while the other rubbed her moist slit.
Hershy knelt at the foot of the bed. Her own hands were buried between her black-furred thighs. "Thought we agreed you'd be on top," she snarked.
The lounging koala air-kissed at her companion. "I'm going to be on the road with the team soon. Gotta get my kitty kisses while I can," she growled sensually. Using two fingers, Barby spread her petals. A trickle of nectar flowed down onto the sheets. "C'mon, luv. Give us a pash!"
The ebony angel lay on the bed, her head between the white-and-grey goddess' legs. Her nose twitched at the sweet scent wafting from the koala's cunny. Barby's head went back and a soft moan escaped her lips. Hershey made a trail of kisses along her inner thigh, inching closer to her dripping flower.
"Oh... oh! Don't tease, Hersh! I'm horny enough!" begged Barby. She lifted her hips off the bed, trying to make the she-cat drink from her mound.
Hershey eyed Barby, her tongue inches from the other woman's warmth... and started kissing along her other leg.
"OOOOO... you naughty pussy!" cooed Barby. She palmed both her breasts now and rolled them in wide circles. "I... I need you! N-need you sooo... AAAAAAHHHHH!" Her pleas were cut off by a raspy tongue running the full length of her slit.
Hershey lapped at Barby's moist folds. Her hands kept the koala's thighs apart. Her tail danced in the air as she drank her fill.
"HHHmmm, so sweet!" the she-cat sassed between licks.
"Ah! AAAHHH! K-keep it up, sh-sheila! I'm... al-almost... AAAAAHHHH!" Barby let out another moan.
The cat had shifted and was now flicking her tongue over the koala's clit. One finger pumped in and out of Barby's pussy while a thumb teased her anus.
"OH! OH YEAH!" Barby gasped. She rolled her breasts in wide circles. Her hips bucked against Hershey's mouth. "Th-there! L-lick me there! That's my spot!" she panted. Hershey's tongue swirled over the fleshy nub inside the koala's cunny. Her hand became a blur as it pumped in and out of the other woman's folds.
"AH! AAAAHHH! STREWTH!" Barby shouted. Her legs clamped tightly around Hershey's head. The cat gave a muffled yelp but continued to lick her lover's flower. Barby trembled in ecstasy. The cat's purring teased her vulva better than any vibrator.
Eventually, the koala freed her girlfriend from her hold. Hershey popped up, gasping for air. Barby lay panting on the bed, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
The cat licked her whiskers with a mischievous grin. "Still got it?" she asked, her tail flipping back and forth eagerly.
"R-Ripper, luv!" the koala panted. She reached out towards the nightstand and opened the top drawer. She dug around a minute before pulling out an eight inch long, inch thick red dildo in a matching harness. "Think my sweet sheila's earned her treat!" she giggled.
Hershey purred as Barby lifted up her long legs and slipped the harness over her thighs. The koala arched her hips off the mattress and placed the strap-on over her crotch. A soft hiss escaped her lips as she inserted the inner-dildo into her raw pussy. Barby knelt up on the bed and tightened the straps along her pelvis. Once she was sure her attachment was secured, she gave a sultry look to the feline. Her hand drifted up and down the silicone shaft jutting from her loins.
"Come and get it, baby," she growled sensually. Hershey returned the sexy gaze of her girlfriend and crawled on all fours towards the false-phallus. When she reached Barby, she began to coo and nuzzle against her lover's hips. Occasionally, she brushed her lips over the scarlet dong.
Barby giggled, took the base of the shaft and wagged it around. "C'mon, luv. Don't be a picky pussy! Eat up, now! You like dick as much as you like vage, don't you?"
Hershey purred and licked the wide knob at the end of the dildo. "Yeah, yeah, I love cock..." she whispered. She opened her mouth and took the phallus all the way to the base.
"Yeeeesss!" the koala groaned. She palmed one of her breasts while the other dug into Hershey's short, dark head-fur. "That's right, Hersh. Suck me! Suck my big cock!" Barby gave a small push with her hips.
The she-cat's tail made small arcs in the air. Her head bobbed up and down the red shaft. A soft slurping came from Barby's crotch. Hershey's own loins ached for release. A lone paw drifted down between her thighs and teased inside her dripping slit. The koala's nose twitched as a familiar musk filled her nostrils.
"O-Okay, sweetness," Barby panted. She scratched behind the feline's pointed ear. Hershey pulled off the now-damp dildo and looked up at the koala.
"Something wrong, baby?" the cat asked. She slowly pumped the slick shaft.
"C'mere," the other woman cooed. Hershey rose and Barby wrapped her arms around the feline. They pressed their bodies together and kissed. Afterward, Barby grinned. She rubbed noses with her lady lover. "Time for me to 'man up', Hershey. Get on yer bum, babe!" She gave a teasing smack to Hershey's buns before gently pushing the cat onto the mattress.
Hershey lay in the middle of the bed, her head rested on a pillow at the top of the mattress. Her legs were spread wide, her tail lightly slapped the sheets. She held her hands out to the white-and-grey goddess kneeling over her. "Take me, Barby!" she begged.
The koala shifted between the she-cat's spread legs. She rubbed the wide knob of the dildo over Hershey's heated folds.
"AAAAHHH! Please, baby! I'll be a good kitty!" Hershey moaned. Her black paws roamed over the hills of her bosom. Her fingers tweaked her hard, pink nipples.
Barby smirked as she held the base of the dildo and continued to tease her lover's vulva. "Yeah, Hersh! That's the way!" The koala ceased her teasing and aimed the tip at Hershey's entrance. "Okay, luv. Here we... GO!" Barby thrust forward with her hips. The shaft slowly slid inside the she-cat's core.
"RRRRREEEEEEEE-OOOOOOWWWWW!" Hershey yowled in ecstasy as she was filled with the thick, red shaft. Barby continued to insert the false-phallus inside her lover. She kept a firm grip on the feline's ebony thighs. The koala panted as the inner-shaft worked in and out of her own pussy.
Barby pushed the dildo all the way to the hilt and waited. Hershey mewed and chirred as she adjusted to the long, thick intruder. The feline air-kissed at the koala and rolled her hips. Barby nodded and pulled back. When only the tip remained inside the kitty's cunny, she pushed forward again. Slowly the pair worked towards a familiar rhythm.
"Y-you like th-this, sh-sheila?" panted Barby. She made long, slow thrusts into the ebony angel.
"UUUUHHHH! Oh... Oh YEEEESSS!" moaned Hershey. She bucked her hips to meet every one of Barby's pelvic movements. "So... so much better than Geoff!"
Barby chirred and quickened against the cat. "Yeah! AH! AH TH-that's what I like to hear! Oh! OH HERSHEY!" She grabbed the feline's black paws and brought them to her bouncing bosom. "Play with me! Play with yer Downunda girl!"
Hershey yowled in pleasure from a deep thrust from Barby. She squeezed and rolled the koala's large mounds. Her legs wrapped around Barby's waist to keep her from pulling out. The bed squealed and groaned from the pair's rough lovemaking.
The she-cat's head arched back on her pillow. "B-Barby! F-faster! I'm... almost...! I'm... I'm gonna cum!"
The koala shook her head from side to side. "Me... me too, sh-sheila! H-Her... HERSHEY!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the pair cried as one. Barby collapsed on top of Hershey. Instantly the cat snuggled close to her girlfriend. The two held each other tight as they rode out their shared orgasm. Barby made a few smaller thrusts into Hershey. The cat trembled as more of her juices leaked onto the sheets.
"I... I love you so much, Hersh," Barby whispered.
"I love you, too, Barb," she answered. Their bodies remained entwined as they drifted off to sleep.
Morning found Hershey on the couch in her and Barby's living room. She wore a small, red satin robe. A stack of school papers was piled on the coffee table in front of her. She paused after finishing the latest essay to sip from a mug of steaming cocoa.
A soft pair of lips kissed her ears. "Morning, luv. Sleep well?" Barby cooed.
Hershey leaned back to kiss her companion on the lips. "You know I did. And I made coffee too, if you need a boost, babe."
Barby wiggled her nose against the reclining cat's. "You're too good to me," she smiled. It quickly turned to a frown at the sight of the messy table. "Thought Rosie told you to take it easy for a few days," she groused.
Hershey sighed and returned to the pile. "I know. But it keeps my mind off things," she explained. Barby rolled her eyes and noted the latest essay. Already it had been marked with an "A+" in red ink. A quick glance at the top revealed the name of the author. Miles Prower.
"You really think he's the one?" the koala asked. "Sure you don't just have a bit of 'rescue romance' going on, Hersh?"
Hershey froze. Her tail frazzled a moment. "I... I think so. You've seen him on the field, Barby. He's no pushover. Besides that, he's smart, he's handsome. Best of all he's a total sweetheart."
"Truth. He's a dag, but he's got heart, I'll give you that," her lover agreed. "Still, pretty big risk."
Hershey giggled and turned to face the koala standing behind the couch. "You're one to talk about 'risk taking' Ms. Fraternizing with a Co-Worker!" she snarked before sticking out her tongue.
Barby laughed and leaned down to take said tongue in for another kiss. "You beauty! Just be careful, 'kay. Remember, there hasn't been a man yet who can take BOTH of us!"
"You're just mad I stand a better chance of getting to him first!" Hershey smirked and returned to grading papers. Barby hopped over the sofa to sit next to her, both hands behind her back. She started to nip and nuzzle the cat's white cheek fluff.
The ebony-furred feline looked over. Barby was naked and grinning like the cat that caught the canary. "What's gotten into you, love?" she asked.
"Yesterday was such a mess, I never got a chance to give you your presents!" the koala giggled. From behind her back, she produced a manilla envelope.
Hershey snatched the mail from Barby's hand and tore it open. Inside were a series of signed papers. Her emerald eyes flowed over the various legal notices. She fell back against the sofa with her hands in the air. "THANK AURORA!" she shouted in joy.
Barby smiled. "Well, don't keep me in suspense! What good news could EVER come from Devil's Gulag?" she asked.
"He FINALLY signed the papers! We're officially divorced!" Hershey continued to beam. She hopped up from the sofa to hug Barby tightly. The koala reached out, keeping one hand behind her back.
"HAHAH! That's great, sheila! So does this mean you're going to make an honest woman of me?" she teased.
Hershey freed Barby and kissed her on the nose. "On a teacher's salary?! You're crazy!" The two continued to laugh, stopping for an occasional kiss. Suddenly, the she-cat realized something.
"Say, what else do you have behind your back?" she needled.
"Oh, just a little something I snagged in Mobotropolis. Figured if the mail didn't perk you up, THIS would certainty do the trick!" Barby revealed her second surprise. Hershey's eyes went wide. Her mouth hung open and she licked her lips. Her tail frizzled excitedly.
The koala held up a foot-long, inch thick, double-ended dildo. Hershey noted that it was colored a familiar shade of orange. "What do ya say, Hershey, luv? You want to break in 'Miles' here before or after breakfast?" giggled Barby.
Hershey tossed away her pen and pounced at the other woman. The pair tumbled over the side of the sofa and onto the carpeted floor. A few seconds later, Hershey's robe went sailing across the room. For the rest of the morning, the apartment was filled with the sounds of moans, purrs, and screams of pleasure.
To Be Continued...