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Tom woke hearing kitty and Sarah rising to take off their day through the adjoining wall. Lucy was still curled up asleep on her student's inner clock. Tom hated leaving her, but he had work to do. He unravelled himself from Lucy and slowly dressed. Timing his leaving the room as Kitty and Sarah passed on the landing, the three grinning and Sarah nodding a silent laugh at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

Tom felt unfermented in his clean new clothes, welcoming Brenda's breakfast smell omitting from the kitchen as he walked down the stairs. Now he could secern all the constituent she was preparing and identifying her aroma. The four of them sat discussing the previous day and Tom feeling a little hungover from all the celebratory beers brought him stopping point night.

Several cups of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to do work put tables. Stepping outside to chink the weather, even the engaged fisherdog found time to wish Tom well. With another burnished warm break of day, Tom started bringing tables and chairs outside for the human family.

"I think we'll have to promote breakfasts in the garden,"Kitty said laughing through the bar's open door."We're already having a wealth of enquiries from potential Edgar Albert Guest and a waiting list of retired maitre d'hotel wanting to captain any sportfishing tripper available !"

Tom was enthusiastic about this smart day, especially as his holdover was drifting away. He thought again that he fitted in well here. Maybe this was the place he was looking for after all. It was nice, comfy, and it seems they will be busy over summer.

The lounge threshold opened to release little Stevie pulling his female parent to the table, excited to watch the sauceboat one end prison term. His father looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the sticker his wife was throwing at him with her eyes, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's gaze fell on headwaiter brownness as he sauntered past, waving a greeting, just as Tom felt a caressing hand on his bum announcing the daughter had arrived, wafting a new perfume along with her, disguising her initial arrival.

"Tom, I'll get everyone away and come to see you after breakfast and we can screen Lucy out,"chieftain Brown said, as he made his way down the beach.

Tom took everyone 's purchase order and as he returned into the pub, a hand-pulled at his shirt.

"Can I change my gild ?"Came the dulcet tones of the daughter who had followed him out of earreach and walked with him inside. Once inside, she pretended to sniffle at him,"Hmm, pussy cat ? Again ? It seems I will have contention when I return ... What's your phone number ?"

"Err, I don't have a phone, I lost it in a storm a week ago, when I was walking,"Tom answered, dreading having her returning and being a stone around his neck opening, especially with the freedom he seemed to have with the villagers and their offspring. He wouldn't want to mislay his Sex Toy moniker.

Thankfully, Sarah came through with teas and coffees to cut the girl short and Tom got on with taking the cereals out into the garden. After that, Tom was too officious and kept the daughter at arm 's distance. When going into the kitchen to give Brenda their cooked pick, Tom saw Lucy sat having a cup of tea and some toast.

"Not a morning kitten ?"Tom joked.

"I think my sisters plied me with a bit too often drink last dark ... But, no I'm not ... A morn kitten that is, thankfully Brenda is more forgiving than mum."Lucy smiled back.

"police chief Tom will be along once we have breakfast done,"Tom warned her, trying not to fall in anything away to Brenda.

With Sarah helping Tom with breakfasts, the daughter didn't have any further chance to corner Tom. As soon as the humans returned to their room, Tom cleared the tables and brought the furniture back inside the pub.

Rather than loiter around in the public domain, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to stave off any tactical manoeuvres by the leaving house's daughter. Then pussy popped her head around the door.

"Tom, Lucy ! Captain John Brown is here for you ?"

Tom and Lucy sank their crapulence and followed Kitty out to the bar to converge police chief Brown.

"Right, you're here already, well done. Let's get on."headwaiter Brown led them out.

As they walked, Tom walked along with Captain Brown University, trying to be diplomatic.

"It's dependable if we can enter the cottage using the back door. The cottages can be seen from the entire village and anyone could see us to entering an empty cottage."

"You really are paranoid ... Okay, I 'll play along ... I suppose it makes good sense. ``

They turned off the clifftop path to head inland, then once passed the end of the cottage row, turned up the grow over path along the back gardens. Counting the back threshold as they walked until they reached the appointed cottage This one had a low garden gate in the wall and a path leading up to the back door, making it less obvious that there would be unconstipated pes dealings over the next few twenty-four hour period or even weeks, to the empty cottage.

At the door, police captain Robert Brown told the threshold, `` Top Dog maitre d'hotel brown, open cottage. ``

They heard a click as the lock released and they followed master brownness into the business firm, as luminosity turned on inside. Lucy went to extract the curtains back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, exposed curtains show moving in, this is still an discharge bungalow for all intention determination, cloak and sticker I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to see Captain Brown tut.

'' Add a new person to level five access, gens Tom, '' police captain Brown University said to no one in particular.

'' Tom confirmed. Tom, please speak clearly ? '' The mansion computer requested.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new person to level eight access, public figure Lucy, '' Captain Brown repeated the process.

'' Lucy confirmed. Lucy, please speak clearly ? '' The star sign computer requested.

"Lucy here house."Lucy answered, comrade with the technique.

"hang on captain, Lucy is a level eight and I'm a plain level five ?"Tom protested.

'' Lucy will need to memory access the net and her profiles online, whereas I do n't think you can reach yours, '' Captain Brown answered."Right, that is you two set up, I'll need that list of equipment you need as soon as you can."

police captain Brown went to allow for by the movement door, but then realised and turned to will from the cover, giving Tom a coup d'oeil of desperation. Once the gage room access closed behind him, Lucy fusillade with a barrage of exciting ideas.

"This is perfect tense Tom, we can install all the official document here. We need to get St. Peter the Apostle on board as soon as possible. We can run computer simulation in the bedrooms, with repeat setups. ``

'' Whoa hold on there, we 're not surely of our budget yet. Let 's get a listing of the minimum of'A'grade equipment we need for the initial rating first. Then let 's see what the kickback is from that initial cost, and then maybe we 'll take to muster in a s leaning of'B'grade gear. I'm not win over Balthazar is as community-spirited as he should be. '' Tom interrupted Lucy.

"What do you mean by that ?"

'' Well, he was quick to remove the evidence away with him and possibly straight back to the IGC fold it came from, '' Tom explained."This smacks of corruption at a high level and it's best we trust no one."

"I'm sure you're being paranoid, Tom, but for now we'll stride carefully."

"So, we need to get hold Simon Peter and bring him into our footling team."Tom reminded her."He can be Q"

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

"Haha, when we have time I will secernate you all about Saint James Bond in our world. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with grand gadgets and cars, which seem apt for Peter."

Lucy chuckled, seeing the analogue."He'll be sunning himself in his back garden Reading knowing him. He lives along the vale. We can use the cross-country route to reach him so no one will see us."

She chuckled again, will to accommodate Tom's paranoia. They left the house by the back door and returned down the back path, then followed the cross-country way of life out of the village. As they walked, Tom asked Lucy about the genetic nanobots and how they were changing his senses.

"They shouldn't affect you at all. Mum being on heating shouldn't have crossed the species boundary, but if you did n't have got nanobots, then there was nothing to switch that off."Lucy pondered.

'' But previous off-world visitant had n't been affected, or they would have known, surely ? ``

'' There 's no disk of it that I 've seen. But then none have met a cat or dog on passion on their kickoff day. Maybe that was the catalyst ? We wo n't bang until I look at a sample of your roue and DNA Tom. ``

"okey, so long as the mental object of that yellow box are our priority. If you can discover anything in the meantime is a bonus."

'' About two year ago they upgraded all nanobots for the firstly fourth dimension in decade. They undertook all the peer revues and run, but maybe they never considered someone who did n't have existing nanobots already present. There were papers written about possible side effects, but none considered someone from a collimate world turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country path and up another track along the ridgeline of the valley. They caught glimpse of the village below through trees and hedgerow. It amazed Tom that even walking on two leg Lucy showed a felid gracility, even when skipping over a flair along the path. Lucy turned to catch him admiring her, then watched him try to re-create her and fail.

"You humans can be so clumsy,"Lucy laughed.

The path dropped down the valley slightly to the back of some cottages and in the back of one was Peter, who sat at a table, reading in the sunshine.

'' Hi, Peter, no katzenjammer this morning ? '' Lucy called.

Poor Peter looked up, shocked, then surprised that Lucy was calling on him, almost falling off his chair. He put his al-Qur'an down and almost ran up the way of life to spread the gate in the low wall.

"Wow, Lucy, Tom, it's lovely to see you both."Peter stammered, looking at Tom quizzically."I'm not really hungover, more sore headed. I'm surprised you're up and about Tom after that long pedigree of beer you had queued up for you."

"Thankfully, I had the sensation not to pledge all of it, but also by working I think I wore some of it off before going to bed."Tom chuckled, shooting a knowing glimpse at Lucy causing her to redden."We have something interesting to discourse. There is more to the saving of Pisces story than you may know."

Tom and Lucy sat down at Peter's garden table and then explained all about the plot behind the entrapment of Pisces in the crab pot and the yellow box recovered from Tor rock. He explained his hypothesis of the IGC and once again had to meet the ‘ hide the stone in his fists'game to prove his spot.

The habitant of this world were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would endure in his creation, with all the e-mail, headphone and street scams around. As they explained the deal Tom had agreed with chieftain Brown and Balthasar Peter's captivation grew as he burst with exhilaration ...

"Oh ... Please recite me you need my help ? Lucy, you know I can build exactly what we need."Peter burst with enthusiasm.

Peter grabbed a pen and pad and started scribbling annotation, talking to himself, with Lucy nodding in accord to the proficient equipment he was listing out. Tom had to wave his hired hand over the paper to attract dick's attention back to him.

"The trouble is Peter, with the potency of one or more mol in the IGC we can't purchase, search or log into any mesh or highlighting that we are investigating genetic material."

putz's side dropped then engaged a new gear, tearing off his original notes, scrunching the Page into a bollock, he starting scribbling once more.

"That 's ok, we can modify an agricultural nanosensor moving ridge digital scanner, plus use some off the shelf symptomatic equipment."Peter excitedly listed reams of equipment on his notepad.

"Can we do that Peter ?"Lucy excited enquired."We're on an nameless budget. Tom's concerned that Balthazar may try to suffocate any rattling research by limiting the budget."

"Haha, you kittens are so straight ... How do you believe I managed both midterm exam and end of term experiment ? You don't think I collected all that data in the set meter they allocated to us in the labs, did you ? I built exactly what we need in my student living accommodations ... I brought it all home with me and everything we need is in box in my bedroom."Peter beamed at Lucy as he proudly announcing his achievement.

"But that would induce cost you way more than your bookman subsidization ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the data to the other bookman, which is how they could all continue partying whilst we studied. I made a tidy profit in the end and have already shut down the server so it's untraceable. The university will never find out that I am the source. I added in some variables so everyone's data has adequate random scattering they won't be able to arrogate plagiarism and students get roughly the scores expected of them, only giving a few higher paying students a encouragement. Otherwise, it would get up a few eyebrows if we all aced our exams."

Lucy jumped out of her death chair at him and kissed him, causing him to blush."You sly fox, you deserve a laurel wreath. So let's see what we need, what we have, and then we can still apply Balthasar a inclination of purchase, even if we don't need it."

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the inclination we give of leverage is false, so any other geneticist reviewing the items will call back we are looking up the wrong path, so will chance upon nothing and then no one will moot us a threat ?"

The three all laughed at their blaze, Peter led them up to his bedroom and they all carried down assorted loge of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and Peter began sorting through the boxful to make two distinct piles, with Lucy tutting and giving dick disapproving looks every time they added something to the modest pile.

"So what's damage with that agglomerate ?"Tom asked, noticing Lucy's disapproval and pointing at the smaller pile.

"I suspect they belong to other money-making, grade cheating schemes."Lucy sneered.

"If the market demands, any in effect entrepreneur would fill any demand."tool tried to explain."Plus boost my grade at the same time."

The pair made an inventory of everything in the larger mountain, making a new list and ticking items and equivalents off Peter 's original lean. Tom was impressed with his merry band of spymasters, working enthusiastically with engineering science he could n't even affect to comprehend.

"Apart from some conducting wire, plugs and screenland, we have everything here, but we can do preliminary scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can consecrate Balthazar a delusive list of items that will include point we can use to investigate your blood and DNA at the like time."

Peter was once again looking at the duad quizzically."What don't I know now ?"

'' Tom is from a analogue world. In the spring violent storm, he accidentally came through a portal. He 's had a few ... ahem ... encounters with this humankind's DNA and our nanobots are giving him bonus boosts no one could have ever imagined. '' Lucy excitedly told him, trying not to blush.

'' Ooo ... can we take apart you, Tom ? '' Peter laughed, to see Tom's face rear up in daze. `` Haha, I see your cosmos has the Saami Sci-Fi stories as ours ... No, we won't need to analyze you. All we need is a blood sample."

Lucy giggled at the notion, seeing Tom roll his eye, not finding it funny.

Tom went on to explicate."What I'm worried about is pollution of the samples. I think it gives us two job ..."

"A. If those sample distribution contain nanobots, they ca n't escape to contaminate any of us."

"B. Once this is all over, you guys won't be able to confirm data point if any of the sample distribution have been contaminated,"Tom said.

Now Lucy and Simon Peter both looked incredulously at Tom, and chuckled.

"We do n't even need to open up any try out bottles. All examination is done using scanners, whether sampling or diagnosing the nanobots. If we had the right equipment, we could even plan the nanobots remotely."cock explained and then reeled off the technicalities as Tom halted him.

"Sorry Peter, you'll be wasting your breathing time as I flunked out of university. But that is a rest ; it was one of the main stumbling block I foresaw."Tom admitted."I think I can trust you two with the technicalities and I'll stick to paranoia."

Peter carried the smaller down of equipment back up to his bedroom. Lucy poured over the rest, double-checking the stocktaking. It disappointed Tom to search at the tone down pile of the equipment, no flashing lights or glowing dilithium quartz glass, not even humming radioactive box seat with meters showing needles flickering in the red zones.

"The three of us should easily behave all this down the lanes to the cottage,"Saint Peter said upon his return.

"Ahh, well, we may have to take a shit two trip, as we can't be seen using the cottage. This is all top secret on a need to know fundament Peter. We'll need to go comeback by the way we came up, on the paths."

Lucy shrugged her shoulders in acceptance, looking at Peter. `` It 's alright, you 'll get used to his off-world paranoia. But something tells me these are all prudent precautions after the attempt on Pisces life history. ``

They sized up what they could easily carry, moving the rest inside cock's cottage, and then started off down the path back to the cottage. A few John Walker passed them but no one local anesthetic who would ask query and they reached the bungalow without problems.

Inside the cottage, Lucy started arranging equipment as prick and Tom returned to shaft 's house to bring the rest. Saint Peter on the walk back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the project and giving him the prospect to work with Lucy again. Once back at Peter's house, Peter added some note and book of facts books to the heap, and the two carried it all back to Q's lair.

Peter and Lucy were in their ingredient, shuffling equipment around, busying themselves, muttering to each former which chronological succession they would run first, minute and parameters, both scribbling Federal Reserve note and nodding in agreement. Tom was very much pointless to all this, and he had other things on his mind, so made his self-justification and left.

Tom walked two doors up, clambered over the wall and knocked on Sarah's bungalow's back doorway. There was no answer, so he popped his brain around the door.

"Hi ... Anyone family ? Tom here."Tom called, not sure as shooting what the etiquette would be and whether he should enter.

He heard a voice Echo back, a padding noise of paws on floorboards, and one of the two remaining triplets appeared, although Tom didn't know which one. It surprised her to see him at the rear door, rather than the front.

"Hi Tom, you looking for mum or Lucy ?"She asked.

Not being for sure which triplet she was, Tom wasn't sure if his question would have offence ...

"I was hoping to lecture to Chrys ? ..."He nervously asked.

The kitten laughed."And you're not sure if I am or not ?"

"Err, well you are all very ..."

"If I was Chrys, what were you going to ask me ?"

"I wanted to ask about the storms, vena portae and the due north American Teleportation Organisation ... If you are Chrys,"Tom asked hopefully.

"Oh, is that all ? Well, okay, but first I have a little chore that needs a human's helper if you do n't bear in mind ?"She asked.

"Oh, of course of instruction, anything to help,"Tom answered felicitous to help, stepping into the household and closing the door behind him."Lead the way."

Chrys turned around and scampered up the steps, disappearing into the kitten's bedroom. Tom followed to go into the room with three single bottom, to see the kitten led upside down on a bed, with her point hanging off the buttocks of the bed, looking up whilst pointing at the ceiling.

Tom was stupefied, not seeing any job in the cap, and stepped airless. It wasn't as if there were any get down bulbs to change. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her paw and Tom felt her claw hairgrip his trunks to dig into his backside.

"Ow ... What's that for ? I thought you wanted something doing ?"Tom exclaimed in shock.

The kitten pulled him in closer to her.

"Oh, I do, it's something only a human can do ... Now undo your whang and shorts."The kitten demanded.

"What ?"Tom queried.

But with his fork looming over the kitten 's loose sassing, seeing her body stretched out underneath him on the bed with her impertinent fur-covered tit, Tom 's libido was already gearing up, with his blood pumping.

"I need you to fulfil this mouth with your super sex toy."The kitty purred."We know what you've been up to and we kittens suppose it is our turn."

The kitten's empennage came over her soundbox to stroke his look and run down his chest, to tease his crotch. Knowing he couldn't escape the claws piercing his shorts holding him, Tom unfastened his boxers. She withdrew her pincer to attract down his trunks and boxers, freeing up his growing member to flop down onto her grimace. The kitten's eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's beam head and thrash and suck it.

"Mmmm, nearly topnotch, let's see how it grows."The kitten giggled."I taste pussy, mum ? ... Lucy ? ... or ... Chrys ?"

"hang on your Chrys ?"Tom replied shocked, looking down at her grinning back at him with his stiffening quill in her mouth.

"I never actually said I was Chrys ... Mmm ... Slurp"

The kitten that was now admitting she was Clair continued to enjoy sucking on Tom, although her claws now tweaked at his buttocks, warning him not to move.

"But that was the inference ... Oh well, never idea ... I'm going to have to hear to distinguish you kittens apart."Tom laughed.

Clair's lip were like velvet and her role rough, part gentle, clapper flicked up and around his now stiff shaft. She would lap the rough part of her natural language down to his balls and plump for up to the tip, then soak up onto him until her lips fully immersed his sex toy.

"Chrys went to puss's ..."Clair admitted without remorse.

Clair was now purring with her sucking, the vibrations echoing onto his tool and balls. Tom couldn't resist the furry physical structure stretching out in front of him and he fondled Clair's breasts hidden in her fur, encouraging more purring. Tom leaned over and started sucking and nibbling one nipple.

"Mmmm, Nice."Clair purred, increasing her vacuity calibre on Tom, flicking her knife around his shaft.

Tom felt that usual monition twinge in his glob and erupted into her backtalk. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the rope of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her oral cavity as she purred harder. Clair released him as his shaft relaxed, Tom stepped out of her legs compass and pull his shorts up.

"We're not finished yet."Clair purred, looking a little dejected."You've not satisfied me ..."

"well, unless you want to pee-pee it a threesome ? Your mum's walking up the cliff coming menage,"Tom said as he nodded to the windowpane as if he could see Sarah.

Clair got up, leaning to the window to look, wondering how a great deal sentence they would induce, as Tom backtracked to the doorway.

"I can't see mum ?"Clair gasped, thinking Sarah was already coming through the social movement door.

"I will when I get to pot's."Laughed Tom, as he scampered down the stairs.

"I'll get up with you ...."Clair laughed back."You owe me ..."

Tom left the bungalow by the backrest door to walk down the path at the backrest of the cottages, returning to the village and kitty's pub. The pub was tranquillity with a few regular, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a table in the lounge and were please to see Tom. Tom could already distinguish Sarah's scent and now could isolate Chrys's odour, meaning he could now identify each of the three kittens.

"Is Lucy set up in your evil den ?"Sarah chuckled.

"Yes. She's busybodied working on the problem,"Tom answered.

"Chrys, can I ask you about NATO ?"Tom asked, then seeing her nod he continued."I'm sure the technicalities of teleportation are way outside my understandings, but surely it takes a lot of power ?"

"Well, it does, even for short distances. For say teleporting across half the world, we can utilise the ground 's gravitational pull with the moon to supercharge the long jumps, saving energy. They experimented with teleporting to the moon in the early sidereal day, but it gobbled up so a great deal vim they deemed it wasteful, even with fusion power."Chrys excitedly answered.

Sarah cut into the conversation,"Tom, Brenda is making us up some sandwiches, would you go for one ?"

"Please, that would be lovely, with a mug of tea ?"Tom chirped, realising he was now peckish.

Sarah rose and walked to the kitchen, not wanting to even try to understand teleportation. As soon as she was out of audition, Tom leaned into Chrys.

"These storms, that accidentally wreak off hoi polloi from parallel worlds like me here, if they need so practically Energy then why do they keep repeating and at interval that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a fiddling off-put."They aren't really sure, reports claim some form of feedback loop that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational pull. But they set up their research base at Goonhilly every outpouring and fall to pass judgment each happening. They're only just finishing their belated enquiry, which included the tempest that brought you."

"So how are they predictable ?"Tom asked,"Planetary orbits ?"

"I'm not fully convinced, but that is roughly the line of thought. They publish very lilliputian of their findings."

Tom realised his thoughts may be on the right lead."Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many confederacy theorists over every historical or scientific fact. If you're not convinced, what would be your cabal possibility ?"

"Oh, it sounds really silly now looking back at it ... But one possibility was that when they first investigated teleportation they were looking at interstellar travel. Because we were happy to pay for flights, trains, cars, whose industries employed millions and earned zillion, they wanted to observe that status quo. By going interstellar they could mine and overwork the moon, Mars, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

'' They cut corners and somehow set up the portals, which are really unstable wormholes that they claim they ca n't close. '' Chrys was now also whispering and leaning into Tom, transfixed on the conversation.

"Claim ? Or feign to close ..."

"Exactly Tom. Each season they return and we get almost minute perfect warnings of the vena portae openings."

"But this may take additional power, is there a way of confirming magnate consumption with portal initiative ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into asterisk state of war territory.

"We've already looked. Power consumption material body show nothing but then when you read the small photographic print, the published chassis are medium anatomy based on previous weeks and month's consumptions. When we looked at the algorithmic program they use, you could input any random data point and the upshot will be the same flat curve."

"So why is it that only once in a generation some poor sap like me gets pulled across world ?"

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitational pulls, based on planetary orbital cavity. It's not an exact science, as it works by bending and using the quad between place. It seems time gets involved as well, which is another understanding for it needing so much king. One conspiracy possibility is that this was the ground for the drive to get fusion to work."

"O.K.. preserve this very much to yourself. There seem to be more and More warning signal buzzer ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me know as it seems we have the summer to sit and hold off before the next scheduled storms."Tom whispered.

Sarah returned with a tray of sandwiches and drink, placing it down on the table between them. As they tucked in, Kitty came to sit with them.

"Make the virtually of the day Tom, we've had an influx of interest after Mermaid sightings and mass interested in the fishing trips. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."pussy told Tom.

"I'm purchasing some garden tabular array and benches with umbrellas for summertime breakfasts in the garden. We have couples in for tonight and a steadfast increase of B & B bookings over the adjacent few days."

Tom nodded, scoffing his sandwich. He had a few loose ends he wanted to take care at this afternoon, and a little meter to himself would be nice.

"Oh, Tom ... Have you promised the man category's daughter anything ?"Kitty asked. `` She cornered me asking about summer workplace with you in a few weeks ? And asking for your contact figure, but you do n't have a phone or anything, which seemed to upset her. ``

The three quat all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not knowing how he had sentence to do anything with the man adult female ?

"Ah ... pool, she's sort of invited herself."Tom answered, embarrassed."I tried to dissuade her, saying I would own moved on by then. But it seems she's determined to return here."

Kitty and Sarah shot each early a glimpse, but rather than seeing jealousy, Tom saw amusement in their eyes.

"Honestly, I 've not suggested or promised anything."Tom protested, seeing the three cats'chuckle.

"well, maybe we do need extra help if Tom is going to service all our node and prevent up his sex toy reputation."Sarah laughed.

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three Caterpillar cackled with laughter and teased Tom over their luncheon. Tom decided enough was plenty and made his excuse, rising to leave behind the three true cat. As Tom exited Kitty's pub, the three cats were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the opposite side of the cove, he wanted to see if he could find out Mermaid cove, but this would mean passing maitre d' Brown 's alert wife. The path was a little harder to stick to as it wound its way through various miss-matched cottages and he had to double up back after a few dead remnant. Soon he was leaving the Village, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs.

Across on the other side of the cove, he could see Clair sunning herself and two room access down the curtains were still closed with no sign of the span within it, working. chieftain Brown's star sign was now to his left, looking down on him. Mrs Robert Brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to acknowledge her mien and hopefully avoid her interest, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a base on balls out of the village.

He made it around the promontory and maitre d'hotel Robert Brown's house was now out of spate behind him. As he walked on, he tried to tell apart the cliffs and rocks that yesterday he saw from the seaward side. The way dropped abject into some undergrowth, hiding the ocean from position. Soon he was walking through some small trees, only catching fleeting glimpses of the ocean. He would never recognise Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

The cinch was coming off the sea, so he heard footsteps behind him before he smelled any smell. Not wanting to be followed, Tom jumped over a rampart on the landward position of the path and waited. The picnic brought a familiar odor to him as he heard the footstep pass his hiding seat. He let Becky conk him before he stood up and followed her, treading carefully and staying downwind.

The itinerary emerged from the trees and undergrowth as Tom allowed Becky to stretch out her jumper lead on him. She was searching for him ahead of her. Tom remained half-hidden, still in the Tree and stone wall, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a rustle of paws, then four paws landing hard, then calm measure leading away.

Tom poked his nous over the wall to see Becky now off the way, having jumped over a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and small bush. She was working deftly through foresightful grass, trying not to pull up stakes steps, working her way to the drop-off edge. Tom then recognised the drop shape and rocks below. They were now on the cliff above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's footsteps to brook above her in the grass as she made her way down the winding route, now using the steps cut into the sway. She was peering onto the beach to see if he was there. When she realised he wasn't down there, she turned to revert along the route and saw him above her grinning.

"Looking for me ?"Tom said with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Mum sent me,"Becky said, apologising."She thought you may correspond the cove out rather than escaping."

Becky now blushed, more at being caught out than having her mum sending her on an errand.

"That's okay, rather you than your mum."Tom laughed."But at to the lowest degree now I know where the path is, thanks."

Tom took a upright look around, checking he could identify the route's location in the dark. Beck was making her way back up to him.

"How did you know mum would charge me ?"

"I didn't ... But female person seem to be inherently suspect of males ... Don't vexation, I caught your aroma first with the breaking wind behind you."Tom lied, trying to doctor Becky's hurt belief."I'll recite them you found me at the Cove rather than I followed you."

Becky reached him, and the two returned to the way of life. Becky turned to walk back the village but Tom pulled her away, to continue along the track, keen to explore further.

"well now I am chaperoned, why not let me explore further ?"

Becky shrugged in acceptance, but also well-chosen to continue walking with Tom, rather than regress home. They walked on, following the course away from the village

The coastal itinerary dropped into a hollow side by side to a shallow beach, with some overgrown ruins close to the way of life. There was a hackneyed track down onto the beach.

"That's foreign,"Becky said,"There was always a course past the house, but a large chemical group has recently trodden this down."

Tom and Becky followed the downtrodden smoke way to the beach where it changed to mud, Sand, then pebbles. Becky was about to tread onto the mud when Tom pulled her back.

'' There are some definite paw print in the mud and wet sand before we ruin them, can you identify them ? ``

"Yeah, that is simple ... Badger ... Fox ... weasel maybe."Then she pointed at some prints off to one side, where the mud was dryer."Cat."

Becky sniffed the air, then bent down to the grass, sniffing, `` That 's foreign. That 's Balthazar 's scent, but he would never come down to a beach voluntarily. ``

"Are you sure ? How long ago ?"

'' Well, possibly net night or yesterday as the fragrance is still unassailable. There are some more odorous scents too, and essence. '' Becky replied.

Tom smelled the air, sniffing around, picking out various scents. He couldn't identify Balthazar's individual scent as yet, but he could smell perfume. It was something similar to what his Sister would wear. Then he caught the odorous smells Becky identified, definitely sweaty men, close confined or ones that had been working hard.

"Do fisherdogs pull up on this beach, would that explain the footprints ?"

"hell no, that is why the fisherdog's sign is in ruins. See the protruding cliff there ?"Becky pointed.

"days ago that outcropping dropped into the sea to produce those rocks, like shark's teeth. They would rip a hard Kingston-upon Hull fishing boat apart."

"So they couldn't reach here by boat ?"

"Oh yes, just not a tough hull. You can see a slight viewer where they have pulled something like an inflatable up the beach, Sir Thomas More than once. This is a fixture meeting place."Becky answered.

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the all-inclusive skyline that would spend a penny the beach readily visible from any overtaking fisherdog for an appreciable time. Becky nodded, her face full moon of surprise, telling Tom this was not a readily advertised meeting place.

"Fisherdogs would have noticed and Balthazar's blanched fur would stand up out, allowing anyone to recognise him, but no one has mentioned seeing such a merging. They must be meeting outside of fishing hours."

Tom and Becky looked at each early, realising the importance of this information.

"I have to let dad know, this is not normal ... The only badger known around here is Brock. Why would Balthazar be meeting with him ?"

"Yes, tell your dad know what we've discovered, maybe he knows about it, but the secure money is on he doesn't."

'' Yeah, I 'd match. ``

"Becky, in this world ... Do you have wild animal tracking cameras ? You know, so you can watch animal track to see which untamed animals are coming and going."

Becky looked horrified,"No ... Why would you need such a thing ?"

"Well, in my world mankind can't ask animals who use a path and why, so by setting tv camera up in trees or bushes the succeeding day we can watch the wild animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the terms secret plan and hunting, one of the elementary employment of them.

"Again, why would we postulate such a affair ... ?"Becky asked.

"Well, what if we could capture a group picture of these clandestine meetings, then we would birth evidence ?"

To Tom, this was a raw progression, but judging from Becky 's look of horror, the use of television camera surveillance may not be satisfactory. He made a billet to blab out to St. Peter about it. Becky shook her top dog in disgust and returned to the primary coastal path.

This meter Tom motioned to riposte to the small town, maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Thomas's request from last night.

"What happened between you and Norman Mattoon Thomas the Fisherdog ?"Tom asked, not realising what a spiritualist subject he'd touched upon.

"Why what has he been saying ?"Becky demanded."I saw him talking to you last night."

"Nothing, it was actually your dad on the boat yesterday."Tom hoped this would ease the interrogation.

"That's worse ... What's it to do with him ?"Becky said, spitting the motion back at him.

"He mentioned that you two were close growing up,"Tom answered, realising he was being a little tactless."But as you've spring up sometime, you've develop apart."

Becky stormed onwards, not answering. Her tail swishing almost angrily as she kicked poop and leaf bedding material on the path. Tom followed a few steps behind. With her not looking at him, made it easier for her to open up up.

"I'm supposed to inherit the Top Dog office. But as I'm a squawk, it has to go to a sire which means going outside the syndicate and dad always favoured Thomas,"Becky said angrily."As soon as they realised this all the small town kick chased after him as if he were on high temperature and the dog sires avoided me like the plague."

"Why can't a kick be a Top Dog ?"Tom asked, hoping she wouldn't go on him.

"I've asked that enquiry many multiplication,"She answered, barking back at him."But I've never had a real answer."

"Can it still be Thomas if he chooses a different wife ?"Tom said, readying himself to duck, or sidestep any violent reaction.

"No. He has to marry into the Brown family."

"Why ?"

"well ... fountainhead ... I don't know why ... it's just the way I've been told it has to happen,"Becky said, puzzled.

"So, if you chose individual else other than Thomas, he and your dad have no say in it ?"

"Oh ... Don't headache Dad will take in a lot to say about it ... But you make a good point,"Becky said looking smug.

"Would you choose anyone else but Thomas ?"Tom asked, remembering he was supposed to be putting in a kind word in favour of Norman Mattoon Thomas, not talking her out of the idea.

"No, and that's what pisses me off about it all,"Becky answered, angrily walking on indicating that was the end of the conversation.

The way returned to the tree, and giantism as Becky took on a prance to her steps.

"How do you take to some angry sex ?"She asked,"I'm touch angry, and it's been a while since we had sex in the kitchen."

She turned off the path, walking between some trees and to the wall Tom had previously hidden nates. There was a gate in the bulwark for her to walk through, turning to beckon him to follow. They walked on down an old narrow path, into thicker Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that opened out to a modest glade hidden from view.

In the sum of the small glade was a out to tree, deliberately bent over in a fallen ‘ Z'shape with a shortstop horizontal helping to the trunk at waist height, before the trunk headed skywards again. leg dropped off to become source, acting as legs, making the inadequate portion of the tree like a carpenter 's trestle sawhorse.

Becky turned to sit on the knack Tree, grinning smugly at Tom.

"My family's mating Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree ... Generations of my house were conceived on this Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, so I'd like to try my turn."

Tom realised that this was the tree Becky's mum told him about in pot's pub last dark. Becky motioned to Tom's shorts."I think you're overdressed ..."

Tom was already horny after Clair warming him up earlier, he was eager to satisfy Becky. He undid his belt and shorts. Becky licked her sass and her paw delved into Tom's boxers, even with her novice experience her paw excited Tom with her thumb teasing over his growing cock's head, stroking its eye.

Becky pulled Tom close and kissed him, her slightly heavy snout being more cumbersome than any cat, but Becky was now more erotic in this showdown. No longer a lapping, licking tongue, her tongue teased around Tom 's tongue even tickling his palatine tonsil.

Tom's light beam that was now flagged outside his shorts, as Becky stroked it in a tight handgrip. She dropped onto her knee joint and sucked his shaft into her beak. This time she'd practised and sucked him as hard as Clair. Tom held her nous, stroking her capitulum, as she bobbed up and down on his shaft, licking his beam's top dog then balls.

Becky pulled Tom's drawers down to his ankles. She held Tom's shaft up to insert underneath and suck each ball. Her tongue darting out to lick his ass entrance, teasing him in a way he had never considered exciting before.

"Mmm, I think that has gotten your interest,"Becky said.

She got up, licking her lips and straddled the tree, leaning face down on the horizontal bole, legs following the root peg of the trestle. Her tail flicked, displaying her targets to Tom. The one glistened with juice, waiting for him. Tom teased his fingerbreadth easily into her, stroking her tail from nucleotide to tip.

"Mmm."

Tom eased his finger's breadth out and slipped his ray into Becky. She gripped onto the tree trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her vertebral column to lift her rump. Tom's grip on her tail helped and this fourth dimension he was enjoying himself, his complimentary paw spanked her.

"Mmm, yes ... Spank me ... Double stuff me."Becky asked.

Tom's mind spun. ‘ duple stuff and nonsense'what on earth was that and how did she hear that ? So he spanked her again.

Answering his unspoken query, Becky said,"I've found some helpful sex instructional videos."Giving Tom a wry looking at, and a dirty giggle, she said,"Maybe next prison term we should bring some Mexican valium ..."

Tom then second-guessed what she meant, spanked her and pressed his thumb into her tail end passage, for her to shout excitedly. Tom enjoyed bouncing off her rump, with each impact driving his thumb into her, making her gasp at every drive into her.

"Omph ... Omph ... Omph ... Omph."

Tom leant over her back, removing his thumb but digging his hands into her fleshy hip erogenous zones. His center searched her neck, and he gathered up some neck skin in his dentition. She knew what was coming.

"Yes ... Yes ... Yes, Tom ... sharpness now, I'm coming, please ..."Becky said, begging. Tom bit hard on the fold of tegument on her cervix and she spasmed on the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk, tensing around his shaft deep inside her, squealing.

"Yeeeeaahss."As she spasmed, tensing her body.

Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his bite, drew in a recondite breath and stood again, withdrawing out of her, his rod dripping with her cum. She relaxed onto the shoetree trunk with a gasp.

"But Becky, you've not finished yet, I'm not satisfied, I've not cum yet ... You know the recitation,"Tom said.

His shaft pulsing rock hard and his balls were aching. He was enjoying this. Now he had more empathy for Becky, more than when they were in the kitchen. He lied down on his dorsum on the grass in the glade, his tool mimicking the surrounding trees, reaching for the sky.

"ascent on top, sit on my throbbing cock you worm, you 've had your pleasure, now it is my routine,"Tom said, commanding her.

Becky rose off the tree diagram trunk to step over to him.

"Sit on my shaft, I said, I want your wet pussy wrapped around my stiff cock."Tom commanded, wondering if this would work with the kittens.

Becky straddled Tom's shank, squatting down her paw guided his peter to its target area. He felt the wetness of her rim on his naked tip. She was lowering herself down slowly, but Tom couldn't resist grabbing her shank and pulling her down onto him.

Becky gasped, and her mouth opened all-encompassing, howling silently in bliss. Tom now admired her underbelly, enjoying her attractive, slim waist and her neatly trimmed fur.

She was more experienced now and ground her hips backwards and forwards, impaled on his scape, then rising up to slide back down onto him. Her lovely small perfectly rounded breasts bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet dapple on Tom's fork. He could smell her sex and her excitement commixture with the smells of the minor glade.

Tom slapped his fingers of one hand across both her bosom."Yowww."Becky yelped but grinned back. He then softly fondled them. He ruffled her fur as he lowered his helping hand to grasp her hips and ground their coxa together with the wet spell between them growing.

Becky rode up his shaft on her rear pegleg, then releasing to flatten mouth heart-to-heart, grunting in time.

"Uh ... Uh ... Uh ... Ugg."

Tom enjoyed the feel of her well lubricated, velvet tunnel, sliding up and down his throbbing ray of light. Looking up at her again, he felt his balls give that comrade twitch. He was nearly there.

"bounce up and down bitch, I want to see your tits bounce,"Tom said, knowing he couldn't finish much longer. He slapped her lightly across her boob again and returned to fondling them. Becky raised her front pegleg over her fountainhead, paws together, as her own orgasm grew.

Becky upped the pacing and pumping up and down faster, rising richly enough to just keep his naked spade end just inside her mouth, then slapping down onto the increasing wet patch between them. Her breasts were bouncing for Tom to admire. She grunted with each landing stroke."Uhg ... Uhg ... Uhg."She was in control of her own coming that was building to a climax.

She squealed."Ooooo I am coming again, Tom, I am coming, yeeeaahhss."

She arched her back, and Tom felt her muscleman clench around the crown of his shaft then her entire torso dropped onto his fleur-de-lis pole pushing it deep inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

eyesight her sexual climax climactic release, he could finger his own orgasm culmination, releasing to flood quick liquidity into her. He grabbed her rosehip and ground them to vacate his balls. She squirmed in delight and collapsed onto him, her principal just above him, hugging him tightly and kissing him.

They both giggled as they got up with Tom pulling his shortstop back up. Becky wore an inane smile across her face, enjoying her new experience of afternoon sex in the open air, in her phratry's mating glade.

The two walked back to the independent coastal path to generate to the small town. Becky's mother was nowhere to be seen as Becky left him. Tom passed the house by walking back alone to pool's Pub. The boats had returned, and the beach was busy with fisherdogs finishing their put to work day. A few more tourists were around, enjoying the sting and bustle. Kitty and Sarah warned him they had a full B & B that even and for the next few nights.

Lucy called into the pub with Peter and passed Tom their list.

"We've started a few initial liberty chit on the sampling, but so far zippo is immediately noticeable as being out of the average. But at to the lowest degree we know that Peter's heathland Robinson test equipment works as all the monetary standard markers are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their plans for further investigation.

To be on the safe side, Tom rewrote the list in his handwriting and gave the original list back to Lucy. In between serving, Tom spoke to Peter, asking about an infrared tv camera to spy on the beach he and Becky saw earlier. rather than Becky 's reticence, it excited Peter at the cloak-and-dagger nature of the idea, saying he 'd be able-bodied to knock something up the following day.

The evening flew by, with Tom and Sarah busy serving and clearing board. Becky and Brenda were busy in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the briefest of smile as they passed. Guests were a mix of true cat, dogs and a couple of humans. Guests all asked about mermaids and opportunities for a sportfishing trip, all premonition well for the summertime ahead.

Balthazar appeared at the bar during the busy evening and whilst clearing hollow glasses Tom passed him the list, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthazar folded the list without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to continue with his work, not wanting to make modest talk.

Later, during a brief lull, Tom caught the Fisherdog Thomas 's eye and nodded to him to fit outside.

"Hi, I had a word with Becky, if you're still concern ?"

"Oh Please Tom, I can't keep putting off all these village girls. They say I've been unity too long and they're circling like predators. What did she say ?"

"Well, she's not ecstatic about arrangements as she jealous about losing the opportunity to be top dog."

"It's some passe gimcrackery, I want to be Top Dog. But not at the expense of losing Becky,"Thomas said, looking sheepish.

"I know how we can get you two together ..."Tom said and then outlined a plan.

Tom wasn't sure how well it would be received, although firedog seemed to be a short more unfold about sex and kinship than humans or cats. Once he outlined his idea to Norman Mattoon Thomas, Thomas was all for it and slapped him on the rachis to felicitate him.

"Oh, no, it's variety of romantic in a doggish way ..."St. Thomas laughed."I'm indisputable quite a few of our parents met in similar ways, not quite set wedlock but almost ..."

"Are you sure ? It's not something man would approve of. Oh well, each to his ... Or her own."

The duad re-entered the pub separately to avoid suspicion. Soon Tom was in use again, clearing tables and serving beer to the Captain 's board. Becky 's mother was there, so Becky would n't be staying late, letting Tom off any late-night kitchen liaison.

Lucy and shaft had left and none of her sis were introduce either, so Tom was looking forward to a shower and a bed to himself as the clientele dwindled. pool walked Balthazar back place, leaving Sarah and Tom finishing clearing up. Sarah must have sensed Tom's weariness as she suggested he get off to bed and she'd postponement for pussycat's return.

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his room. He lost his boot and socks and picked up a towel to make his way to feature a shower. With all the client in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the nighttime, using his cat 's Nox vision to guide his way.

The pub's upper floor were a whole mixture of guest and intimate scents, Tom recognising some, others he couldn't. Entering the bathroom Tom exhaled a sigh of rest, finally having the shower to himself, shutting and locking the door behind him, he inhaled.

"Clair, why are you hiding in the shower ?"Tom asked, smelling the kitten's odor behind him, confirmed by a sniggering giggle.

"I thought I had you earlier today, but you cheated me ..."Clair said.

Clair's legs wrapped around from behind him and her manus loosened his belt and boxers. Tom could feel her warm breather on the back of his neck, causing the hairs to stand on end as she pecked kisses. His boxers fell to the base, and a paw delved into his bagger to stroke his growing humanity, as she purred.

"We have unfinished stage business, Tom,"She said purring as one leg pulled him tightly into her behind him.

Her fag end worked its way into around Tom's waist and into his Boxer, pulling them down. Her seat then tucked through his legs, stroking between his balls and behind entrance. The gentle fur at the end of her tail teased and excited Tom, as Clair's paw stroked his diaphysis, with her purring in his ear.

Clair no longer needed to hold Tom, so her one leg pulled his shirt over his headway. She cast his T-shirt to one face as she nibbled his ear, and his hands reached over his brain to stroke her ears behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to front her and wrapped her forelegs around his neck opening and her hind stage around his waist, purring whilst her tooshie seductively stroked his shaft of light and rear.

Clair was light to dribble, and Tom was enjoying her tail stroking him. She was more sexually aware than her sister Lucy. Her paws pulling his look to her to kiss him and her one paw capable to stroke his derriere passage. Cats were much more erotic than frank, although his alone dog experience was with Becky and she was improving.

"Can't you kittens let me shower down in heartsease,"Tom asked, chuckling as Clair purred, her can guiding his shaft into her.

"We've worked out a rota, mum and kitty are busy so we have you to ourselves."

Tom hoped she was joking, but the look on her human face was serious.

'' I can smell dog. Are you adulterous us kitten ... ? ``

"I didn't get the memoranda ... Perhaps you kittens need to parcel the rota with me."

Clair's can wiped his shaft tip across the wetness of her pussy, slowly lowering herself onto him. Tom slipped in easily, enjoying her warm velvet inside as she gasped.

"You're self-aggrandizing than any of the son on campus, but none have your super sex toy nickname."

'' You seem very sure of yourself, maybe you need to fall in me in the shower, '' Tom said, knowing quat averting to water, he still hoped he may have a solo shower for a change.

"Humans aren't normally that kinky, but I'm willing to try,"Clair said, chuckling."It would be a shame to shorten our coupling."

She rose and dropped onto Tom's irradiation, still hanging onto him as her tail stroked his rear passage, teasingly. Tom now seeing her comment as a challenge walked over to the shower bath tray and turned the water on, standing just clear, testing the water temperature and her resolve.

"You are kinky !"

Clair purred nervously but continued to slide up, and down Tom's shaft, nibbling his ear. As the water temperature settled just where Tom wanted it he stepped under, carrying Clair with him, under the body of water stream.

Initially, Clair shuddered, only just able to hang onto Tom, wiggling her put up down onto his barb, to restrain her hooked, impaled onto him. The H2O seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his plan as she threw her head back into the water, pretending to enjoy it running over her head. The look on her face wasn't so confident.

Clair continued to slide up and down Tom's shaft, pretending to revel in the exhibitor as the water ran off her like a waterproof. Then Tom noticed her fur was getting saturated and flattening as it retained the piddle, giving her fur a shininess, reflecting the bathroom light.

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring note had changed. She was getting more aroused, as her fur lost its piddle repellant prop and became a 2-dimensional wet pelt. Tom could experience her body more as she moved and wriggled, the piss lubricating their charge organic structure. Her indurate mamilla now stroked Tom's chest through the flat, wet fur and he felt his arousal growing.

"Tom, you are one kinky sex toy ... No human being has ever excited me like this ..."

Tom angle Clair against the tiled cascade wall and took over, sliding in and out of her. Her fur was no longsighted fluffy, but slight and slippery. Her eubstance felt dissimilar next to his tegument, as he felt every wriggle, twist and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to ride his shaft deep into her, her lovely soft chest squashed between them and her mammilla teasing into him. He could feel her tensing, building up her orgasm as horde into her time and meter again.

'' Yesss ... Umph ... Armph ... Umph ... Fuck me, Tom ... You super kinky sex toy, Fuck me ... Umph ... Umph. ``

Then Tom felt her velvet tunnel tighten on him and her back arched as her muscles spasmed with the flow of transport running through her. Tom push up onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her dead body wracked with spasm of her orgasm, enjoying her muscles tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her grinning as she felt the ardent liquid state inside her, grinding the stopping point of her coming into him.

Clair relaxed, unwrapping her hind leg to brook, kissing him under the stream of water. Tom could now see her waterlogged fur draped around her, as they both panted, catching their breath. Tom turned the water off, so Clair could dry off. Initially, they both stroked her fur, encouraging the H2O to leave her coat.

"I didn't think you would brave the water, Clair."Tom Joked.

"Neither did I, but I'm glad I did, that was so kinky ... Now, delight help me dry off."

Tom stroked his hands hard over Clair 's physical structure to encourage the water out of her fur, working his way around her. He soon noticed her reaction whenever he was close-fitting or in an erogenous zone. She was getting more and more erotically charged as the drying process progressed, her tail especially as she moaned softly, her organic structure twisting in glee.

Soon her fur was no longer saturated, and they used towels, causing her fur to bollocks up up, giving her an afro, fur testis hairstyle all over, and causing Tom to giggle.

"It's not funny, if the other kitty see me like this I'll never live it down. It will take 60 minutes of preening to flatten this fur down,"Clair said dejectedly, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Was it worth it ?"

"Hmm, I enjoyed it but after all this drying I'm not too sure. Ask me later once my fur is flat again."

Clair let herself out, taking a towel with her, Tom assumed to go to his chamber. Finally, alone, Tom got on with enjoying a shower. Once finished and dried he tidied up the bathroom, having to dry the trading floor, wipe the wall roofing tile and replace any wet towels with dry.

Entering his chamber with his dirty washing and a towel wrapped around him, he could see Clair, purring, wrapped around herself, preening on his bed. Seeing Thomas More than rule sparkle entering the bedroom, he walked to see the view out of his pocket-size windowpane. Craning his neck to see the beach and sea beyond, he saw a full moon appear from behind a cloud.

The full moon sparked his memory of his promise with Pisces, for them to fill at the next full moon.

"What time do you call up it is Clair ?"Tom asked, pulling on clean boxers, shorts and his nearest day old sweaty T-shirt.

"Hmm ? Nearly midnight, derive to bed and let's put some more scratches on those roof tone ..."

Tom was already pulling his boots on and tying his laces.

"Sorry, I've got to go ... Got to see a man about a dog,"Tom said, using one of his homeworld excuses for leaving someone.

Before Clair could protest, Tom was already flying down the stairs and out of the door into the street, now running to reach Mermaids Cove.

To Be Continued ... .