lector, if you haven't already caught up with Tom by now, you will need to study old chapters or some of the references may not add up for this chapter.

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This chapter is a little tenacious than previous to unite role of the story and do up for the lapse in time since publishing chapter 7.

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Tom woke hearing pot and Sarah rising to start their day through the adjoining wall. Lucy was still curled up asleep on her scholarly person's internal clock. Tom hated leaving her, but he had study to do. He unravelled himself from Lucy and slowly dressed. Timing his leaving the room as Kitty and Sarah passed on the landing place, the three smiling and Sarah nodding a still laugh at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

Tom felt fresh in his uncontaminating new dress, welcoming Brenda's breakfast smell omitting from the kitchen as he walked down the step. Now he could state all the constituent she was preparing and identifying her scent. The four of them sat discussing the former day and Tom feeling a little hungover from all the celebratory beers brought him in conclusion dark.

Several cups of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to ferment put tables. Stepping out of doors to check the atmospheric condition, even the busiest fisherdog found time to wish Tom well. With another bright warm sunrise, Tom started bringing tables and chairs outside for the human family.

"I think we'll have to advertise breakfasts in the garden,"kitten said laughing through the bar's open door."We're already having a wealth of research from potency guests and a waiting leaning of retired captains wanting to captain any fishing trips available !"

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

The sofa door opened to release little Stevie pulling his mother to the table, excited to watch the boats one in conclusion time. His Padre looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the dagger his wife was throwing at him with her middle, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's regard fell on headwaiter Brown as he sauntered past, waving a greeting, just as Tom felt a caressing bridge player 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 sort Lucy out,"captain brown said, as he made his way down the beach.

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

"Can I change my order ?"Came the dulcet tones of the girl who had followed him out of hearing and walked with him inside. Once inside, she pretended to sniff at him,"Hmm, pussy cat ? Again ? It seems I will have got competition when I return ... What's your phone number ?"

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

Thankfully, Sarah came through with tea leaf and coffee tree to cut the daughter short and Tom got on with taking the grain out into the garden. After that, Tom was too fussy and kept the girl at arm 's length. When going into the kitchen to give Brenda their cooked choices, Tom saw Lucy sat having a cup of tea and some toast.

"Not a sunup kitten ?"Tom joked.

"I think my sisters plied me with a bit too practically deglutition finish night ... But, no I'm not ... A morning kitty that is, thankfully Brenda is more forgiving than mum."Lucy smiled back.

"Captain Tom will be along once we have breakfast done,"Tom warned her, trying not to open anything away to Brenda.

With Sarah helping Tom with breakfasts, the girl didn't have any further opportunities to corner Tom. As soon as the humans returned to their room, Tom cleared the mesa and brought the article of furniture back inside the pub.

Rather than footle around in the public areas, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to head off any tactical manoeuvre by the leaving family's daughter. Then kitty popped her head word around the door.

"Tom, Lucy ! Captain brownness is here for you ?"

Tom and Lucy sank their drinks and followed Kitty out to the bar to conform to maitre d' Brown.

"rightfulness, you're here already, well done. Let's get on."Captain brownness led them out.

As they walked, Tom walked along with senior pilot Brown, trying to be diplomatic.

"It's safer if we can enrol the bungalow using the rachis door. The cottages can be seen from the entire Greenwich Village and anyone could see us to entering an evacuate cottage."

"You really are paranoiac ... Okay, I 'll meet along ... I suppose it makes mother wit. ``

They turned off the clifftop path to principal inland, then once passed the end of the bungalow row, turned up the overgrow track along the back gardens. Counting the back doors as they walked until they reached the appointed cottage This one had a low garden gate in the wall and a track leading up to the rearward door, making it less obvious that there would be regular foot traffic over the succeeding few days or even week, to the empty cottage.

At the door, chieftain Brown told the door, `` Top Dog Captain John Brown, open cottage. ``

They heard a click as the ignition lock released and they followed headwaiter Brown into the house, as lights turned on inside. Lucy went to take out the curtains back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, open pall show occupancy, this is still an empty bungalow for all spirit purposes, cloak and dagger I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to get a line headwaiter Brown tut.

'' Add a new mortal to tear down five accession, name Tom, '' Captain John Brown said to no one in particular.

'' Tom confirmed. Tom, please verbalise clearly ? '' The family computer requested.

"Hi, I'm Tom."

'' Add a new somebody to raze eight access, name Lucy, '' Captain brownness repeated the process.

'' Lucy confirmed. Lucy, please verbalise clearly ? '' The house data processor requested.

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

"Hang on Captain, Lucy is a level eight and I'm a plain stitch point five ?"Tom protested.

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

Captain brown went to go out by the front doorway, but then realised and turned to leave from the cover, giving Tom a glance of desperation. Once the cover door closed behind him, Lucy fusillade with a barrage of exciting ideas.

"This is perfect Tom, we can install all the instrumental role here. We need to get Simon Peter on board as soon as possible. We can run simulations in the bedchamber, with duplicate setups. ``

'' Whoa hold on there, we 're not sure of our budget yet. Let 's get a lean of the minimum of'A'level equipment we need for the initial evaluations first. Then let 's see what the kickback is from that initial price, and then maybe we 'll need to draught a second list of'B'grade gear. I'm not convince Balthazar is as community-spirited as he should be. '' Tom interrupted Lucy.

"What do you mean by that ?"

'' Well, he was quick to take away 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 grade and it's best we trust no one."

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

"So, we need to find cock and bring him into our little team."Tom reminded her."He can be Q"

Lucy looked at him questioningly."What ?"

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

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

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

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

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

'' There 's no record book of it that I 've seen. But then none have met a cat or dog on heat energy on their first day. Maybe that was the catalyst ? We wo n't know until I look at a sample of your line and DNA Tom. ``

"Okay, so long as the contents of that yellow box are our precedency. If you can discover anything in the lag is a bonus."

'' About two age ago they upgraded all nanobots for the foremost clip in decades. They undertook all the match revues and trials, but maybe they never considered someone who did n't have existing nanobots already present. There were document written about possible incline effects, but none considered someone from a latitude world turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country track and up another running along the ridge of the vale. They caught glimpses of the village below through tree diagram and hedges. It amazed Tom that even walking on two ramification Lucy showed a feline free grace, even when skipping over a panache along the path. Lucy turned to catch him admiring her, then watched him attempt to copy her and fail.

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

The way dropped down the valley slightly to the backrest of some cottage and in the back of one was prick, who sat at a tabular array, reading in the sunshine.

'' Hi, Peter, no hangover 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 book down and almost ran up the route to open up the gate in the low wall.

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

"Thankfully, I had the sense not to wassail all of it, but also by working I think I wore some of it off before going to bed."Tom chuckled, shooting a knowing glance at Lucy causing her to blush."We have something interesting to discuss. There is more than to the saving of Pisces tale than you may know."

Tom and Lucy sat down at Peter's garden table and then explained all about the plot of land behind the entrapment of Pisces in the crab pot and the yellow box recovered from Tor rock. He explained his theory of the IGC and once again had to play the ‘ hide the Harlan F. Stone in his fist'plot to essay his percentage point.

The indweller of this earth were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would survive in his globe, with all the emails, telephone set and street scam around. As they explained the deal Tom had agreed with Captain Brown University and Balthazar Peter's enchantment grew as he burst with excitement ...

"Oh ... Please tell me you need my service ? Lucy, you know I can ramp up exactly what we need."Peter outburst with enthusiasm.

putz grabbed a pen and pad and started scribbling notes, talking to himself, with Lucy nodding in correspondence to the technical foul equipment he was listing out. Tom had to wave his mitt over the paper to attract Saint Peter the Apostle's attention back to him.

"The worry is Peter, with the potential of one or more bulwark in the IGC we can't purchase, hunt or log into any web or highlight that we are investigating inherited material."

Saint Peter the Apostle's case dropped then engaged a new geared wheel, tearing off his original notes, scrunching the varlet into a nut, he starting scribbling once more.

"That 's ok, we can change an agrarian nanosensor wave scanner, plus use some off the shelf diagnostic equipment."dick excitedly listed reams of equipment on his notepad.

"Can we do that tool ?"Lucy excited enquired."We're on an unknown budget. Tom's concerned that Balthazar may try to strangle any real research by limiting the budget."

"Haha, you kitten are so straight ... How do you think I managed both midterm exam and end of term experimentation ? You don't think I collected all that data in the limited time they allocated to us in the labs, did you ? I built exactly what we need in my student diggings ... I brought it all abode with me and everything we need is in boxes in my bedroom."Peter beamed at Lucy as he proudly announcing his achievement.

"But that would have cost you way more than than your student Ulysses S. Grant ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the data to the other students, 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 discover out that I am the source. I added in some variables so everyone's data has sufficiency random scatter they won't be able to claim plagiarism and scholar get roughly the lots expected of them, only giving a few higher paying students a encouragement. Otherwise, it would set up a few supercilium if we all aced our exams."

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

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the list we give of purchases is fake, so any early geneticist reviewing the items will retrieve we are looking up the wrong path, so will discover nothing and then no one will consider us a threat ?"

The three all laughed at their genius, Peter led them up to his bedroom and they all carried down several box seat of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and Peter began sorting through the loge to spend a penny two distinct piles, with Lucy tutting and giving tool disapproving looks every fourth dimension they added something to the diminished pile.

"So what's improper with that pile ?"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 demand, any good enterpriser would make full any demand."St. Peter the Apostle tried to explain."Plus boost my grades at the Lapp time."

The pair made an inventory of everything in the prominent pile, making a new listing and ticking items and eq off tool 's archetype list. Tom was impressed with his merry banding of spymasters, working enthusiastically with technology he could n't even pretend to comprehend.

"Apart from some wires, male plug and screens, we have everything here, but we can do prelude scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can give Balthazar a false tilt of detail that will include items we can use to investigate your blood and DNA at the same time."

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

'' Tom is from a line of latitude Earth. In the springiness tempest, he accidentally came through a hepatic portal vein. He 's had a few ... Ahem ... encounters with this globe'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 dissect you, Tom ? '' Peter laughed, to see Tom's face rear up in shock. `` Haha, I see your worldly concern has the Saami Sci-Fi chronicle as ours ... No, we won't need to take apart you. All we need is a blood sample."

Lucy giggled at the belief, seeing Tom roll his eyes, not finding it funny.

Tom went on to excuse."What I'm worried about is contamination of the sample distribution. I think it gives us two problems ..."

"A. If those sample contain nanobots, they ca n't scat 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 have been contaminated,"Tom said.

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

"We do n't even want to open up any sample nursing bottle. All testing is done using digital scanner, whether sampling or diagnosing the nanobots. If we had the right equipment, we could even program the nanobots remotely."Peter explained and then reeled off the technicality as Tom halted him.

"Sorry dick, you'll be wasting your breath as I flunked out of university. But that is a succour ; it was one of the master stumbling blocking I foresaw."Tom admitted."I think I can desire you two with the triviality and I'll stick to paranoia."

Simon Peter carried the diminished deal of equipment back up to his bedchamber. Lucy poured over the rest period, double-checking the inventorying. It disappointed Tom to look at the dull spate of the equipment, no flashing lights or glowing dilithium vitreous silica, not even humming radioactive corner with beat showing needles flickering in the red zones.

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

"Ahh, well, we may hold to make two trip-up, as we can't be seen using the bungalow. This is all top enigma on a indigence to know cornerstone St. Peter. We'll want to go comeback by the way we came up, on the paths."

Lucy shrugged her berm in sufferance, looking at Peter. `` It 's okay, you 'll get used to his off-world paranoia. But something William Tell me these are all prudent care after the attempt on Pisces biography. ``

They sized up what they could easily carry, moving the residual inside Peter's cottage, and then started off down the path back to the cottage. A few Zimmer passed them but no one local who would ask interrogative sentence and they reached the cottage without problems.

Inside the bungalow, Lucy started arranging equipment as St. Peter the Apostle and Tom returned to Peter 's house to bring the rest. shaft on the walk back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the project and giving him the opportunity to work with Lucy again. Once back at prick's business firm, Peter added some note and extension ledger to the pile, and the two carried it all back to Q's lair.

pecker and Lucy were in their element, shuffling equipment around, busying themselves, muttering to each other which chronological sequence they would run first, 2nd and parameters, both scribbling notes and nodding in arrangement. Tom was very much superfluous to all this, and he had former things on his thinker, so made his exculpation and left.

Tom walked two room access up, clambered over the wall and knocked on Sarah's bungalow's back door. There was no result, so he popped his caput around the door.

"Hi ... Anyone dwelling house ? Tom here."Tom called, not for certain what the etiquette would be and whether he should enter.

He heard a articulation 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 second door, rather than the front line.

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

Not being for certain which triplet she was, Tom wasn't sure if his enquiry would cause offence ...

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

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

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

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

"I wanted to ask about the storm, portal site and the north American language Teleportation Organisation ... If you are Chrys,"Tom asked hopefully.

"Oh, is that all ? fountainhead, O.K., but first I have a little task that needs a human being's service if you do n't heed ?"She asked.

"Oh, of course, anything to facilitate,"Tom answered happy to facilitate, stepping into the theatre and closing the door behind him."guide the way."

Chrys turned around and scampered up the stair, disappearing into the kitten's bedroom. Tom followed to enter the room with three unmarried beds, to see the kitty led upside down on a bed, with her head hanging off the bottom of the bed, looking up whilst pointing at the ceiling.

Tom was stupefied, not seeing any job in the ceiling, and stepped nearer. It wasn't as if there were any luminance incandescent lamp to change. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her hand and Tom felt her claws grasp his boxershorts to dig into his backside.

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

The kitty pulled him in finisher to her.

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

"What ?"Tom queried.

But with his crotch looming over the kitty 's open mouth, seeing her soundbox stretched out underneath him on the bed with her pert fur-covered boob, Tom 's libido was already gearing up, with his origin pumping.

"I need you to fill this sass with your superintendent sex toy."The kitten purred."We know what you've been up to and we kittens consider it is our turn."

The kitten's tail came over her soundbox to stroke his brass and run down his chest, to taunt his crotch. Knowing he couldn't escape the nipper piercing his shorts holding him, Tom unfastened his boxers. She withdrew her claws to pull down his shorts and boxers, freeing up his growing penis to flop down onto her face. The kitten's eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's shaft head and lap and suck it.

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

"Hang on your Chrys ?"Tom replied shocked, looking down at her grinning back at him with his stiffening shaft 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 mind ... I'm going to have to learn to tell you kittens apart."Tom laughed.

Clair's lips were like velvet and her contribution rough, role soft, tongue flicked up and around his now stiff shaft. She would lap the rough office of her tongue down to his balls and back up to the tip, then plunge onto him until her back talk fully immersed his sex toy.

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

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

"Mmmm, Nice."Clair purred, increasing her vacuum qualities on Tom, flicking her natural language around his shaft.

Tom felt that usual warning twinge in his lump and erupted into her sassing. Clair sucked harder and swallowed the ropes of cum shooting into her, pulling Tom deep into her mouth as she purred harder. Clair released him as his ray of light relaxed, Tom stepped out of her stage reach and draw in his short up.

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

"wellspring, unless you want to make believe it a three ? Your mum's walking up the cliff coming home plate,"Tom said as he nodded to the window as if he could see Sarah.

Clair got up, leaning to the windowpane to look, wondering how practically meter they would have, as Tom backtracked to the doorway.

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

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

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

Tom left the bungalow by the back door to walk down the path at the spine of the bungalow, returning to the small town and jackpot's pub. The pub was quiet with a few regular, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a table in the couch and were pleased to see Tom. Tom could already distinguish Sarah's scent and now could insulate Chrys's scent, meaning he could now key out each of the three kittens.

"Is Lucy set up in your malign lair ?"Sarah chuckled.

"Yes. She's interfering working on the job,"Tom answered.

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

"Well, it does, even for light aloofness. For say teleporting across half the world, we can apply the globe 's gravitative pulling with the moon to boost the yearn jumps, saving vigour. They experimented with teleporting to the moon in the ahead of time days, but it gobbled up so much energy 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 fancy 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 auditory sense, Tom leaned into Chrys.

"These storm, that accidentally bring off people from parallel cosmos like me here, if they need so much energy then why do they keep repetition and at time interval that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a little off-put."They aren't really sure, reports claim some variety of feedback loop that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitational clout. But they set up their research base at Goonhilly every spring and autumn to judge each occurrence. They're only just finishing their later inquiry, which included the storm that brought you."

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

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

Tom realised his thinking may be on the right track."Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many confederacy theorists over every diachronic or scientific fact. If you're not convinced, what would be your conspiracy theory ?"

"Oh, it sounds really silly now looking back at it ... But one hypothesis was that when they first investigated teleportation they were looking at interstellar change of location. Because we were glad to pay for flights, trains, cars, whose industriousness employed millions and earned zillion, they wanted to keep that condition quo. By going interstellar they could mine and exploit the moon, Mars, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

'' They cut corners and somehow set up the portal vein, 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 pretend to close ..."

"Exactly Tom. Each time of year they return and we get almost moment perfect tense warning of the portal site openings."

"But this may bring additional power, is there a way of confirming power expenditure with portal openings ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into whizz Wars territory.

"We've already looked. Power economic consumption figures show naught but then when you read the small print, the published pattern are average figure based on previous weeks and calendar month's consumptions. When we looked at the algorithmic program they use, you could input any random datum and the result will be the Saami savorless curve."

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

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitative pulls, based on wandering orbits. It's not an exact science, as it works by bending and using the space between quad. It seems meter gets involved as well, which is another reason for it needing so a good deal power. One conspiracy theory is that this was the grounds for the drive to get fusion to work."

"OK. Keep this very a lot to yourself. There seem to be more than and More alarm system bells ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me know as it seems we have the summer to sit and expect before the next schedule storms."Tom whispered.

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

"shuffling the near of the day Tom, we've had an influx of interest after Mermaid sightings and people occupy in the fishing trips. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."kitten told Tom.

"I'm purchasing some garden board and Bench with umbrellas for summer breakfasts in the garden. We have mates in for tonight and a steady increase of B & B bookings over the following few days."

Tom nodded, scoffing his sandwich. He had a few loose closing he wanted to look at this afternoon, and a little prison term to himself would be nice.

"Oh, Tom ... Have you promised the human syndicate's daughter anything ?"Kitty asked. `` She cornered me asking about summer piece of work with you in a few weeks ? And asking for your physical contact numbers game, but you do n't have a telephone or anything, which seemed to discompose her. ``

The three cats all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not love how he had time to do anything with the Human woman ?

"Ah ... Kitty, she's sorting of ask over herself."Tom answered, embarrassed."I tried to dissuade her, saying I would bear moved on by then. But it seems she's determined to return here."

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

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

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

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three cat-o'-nine-tails cackled with laughter and teased Tom over their lunches. Tom decided enough was enough and made his self-justification, rising to go forth the three cats. As Tom exited Kitty's pub, the three big cat were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the opposite side of the cove, he wanted to see if he could line up Mermaid cove, but this would mean passing police chief Brown 's watchful married woman. The path was a little harder to follow as it wound its way through various miss-matched cottages and he had to reduplicate back after a few dead ends. Soon he was leaving the village, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs.

Across on the early side of the cove, he could see Clair sunning herself and two doors down the curtains were still closed with no sign of the zodiac of the couple within it, working. Captains brownness's business firm was now to his left, looking down on him. Mrs Brown appeared at a ground-floor window, so he waved to acknowledge her front and hopefully obviate her pastime, as he was making it too obvious that he was going for a walk out of the village.

He made it around the headland and Captain Brown University's sign was now out of vision behind him. As he walked on, he tried to recognise the drop-off and rocks that yesterday he saw from the inshore English. The path dropped bring down into some undergrowth, hiding the sea from horizon. Soon he was walking through some pocket-size trees, only catching fleeting glimpse of the ocean. He would never make out Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

The breeze was coming off the sea, so he heard footsteps behind him before he smelled any scent. Not wanting to be followed, Tom jumped over a bulwark on the landward side of the path and waited. The breeze brought a familiar scent to him as he heard the footsteps pass his hiding place. He let Becky eliminate him before he stood up and followed her, treading carefully and staying downwind.

The path emerged from the tree diagram and underbrush as Tom allowed Becky to stretch out her lead on him. She was searching for him ahead of her. Tom remained half-hidden, still in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and Harlan F. Stone wall, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a rustle of mitt, then four hand landing hard, then quiesce step leading away.

Tom poked his head over the wall to see Becky now off the way, having jumped over a fallen tree and low bush. She was working deftly through long grass, trying not to entrust steps, working her way to the cliff edge. Tom then recognised the drop-off Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe and rocks below. They were now on the drop above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's footsteps to put up above her in the Gunter Grass as she made her way down the winding path, now using the stairs cut into the rocks. She was peering onto the beach to see if he was there. When she realised he wasn't down there, she turned to riposte along the path 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, Sir Thomas 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 least now I know where the track is, thanks."

Tom took a full face around, checking he could identify the track's location in the iniquity. Beck was making her way back up to him.

"How did you know mum would send out me ?"

"I didn't ... But female seem to be inherently suspicious of males ... Don't worry, I caught your odour first with the wind behind you."Tom lied, trying to mend Becky's hurt feelings."I'll secernate them you found me at the Cove rather than I followed you."

Becky reached him, and the two returned to the path. Becky turned to walk back the village but Tom pulled her away, to bear on along the way, keen to research further.

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

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

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

"That's unusual,"Becky said,"There was always a path past the house, but a tumid group has recently trodden this down."

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure ? How long ago ?"

'' well, possibly last Nox or yesterday as the smell is still strong. There are some more sweet odor too, and fragrance. '' Becky replied.

Tom smelled the air, sniffing around, picking out various scent. He couldn't identify Balthazar's mortal scent as yet, but he could smack perfume. It was something standardized to what his babe would wear. Then he caught the sweet-smelling smells Becky identified, definitely sweaty men, close confined or ace that had been working hard.

"Do fisherdogs draw in up on this beach, would that explain the step ?"

"Hell no, that is why the fisherdog's star sign is in ruins. See the protruding drop-off there ?"Becky pointed.

"days ago that outcrop dropped into the sea to create those rock 'n' roll, like shark's teeth. They would rip a hard hull sportfishing sauceboat apart."

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

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

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the panoptic apparent horizon that would make the beach readily visible from any qualifying fisherdog for an appreciable prison term. Becky nodded, her brass wax of surprise, telling Tom this was not a readily advertised coming together place.

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah, I 'd tally. ``

"Becky, in this world ... Do you make wild creature tracking television camera ? You know, so you can view fauna trails to see which groundless animals are coming and going."

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

"fountainhead, in my world humans can't ask beast who use a path and why, so by setting cameras up in Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree or bushes the next day we can watch the wild animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the footing biz and hunting, one of the primary uses of them.

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

"well, what if we could entrance a mathematical group photo of these clandestine group meeting, then we would have grounds ?"

To Tom, this was a natural progression, but judging from Becky 's look of horror, the use of television camera surveillance may not be acceptable. He made a promissory note to mouth to Peter about it. Becky shook her headspring in disgust and returned to the main coastal path.

This clock time Tom motioned to return to the Greenwich Village, maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Thomas the doubting Apostle's request from last night.

"What happened between you and Thomas the Fisherdog ?"Tom asked, not realising what a sensitive issue he'd touched upon.

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

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

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

"He mentioned that you two were close growing up,"Tom answered, realising he was being a minuscule tactless."But as you've grown older, you've grown apart."

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

"I'm supposed to inherit the Top Dog emplacement. But as I'm a bitch, it has to go to a father which means going outside the family and dad always favoured Saint Thomas,"Becky said angrily."As soon as they realised this all the village gripe chased after him as if he were on rut and the dog sires avoided me like the plague."

"Why can't a bitch be a Top Dog ?"Tom asked, hoping she wouldn't turn of events on him.

"I've asked that question many clip,"She answered, barking back at him."But I've never had a genuine answer."

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

"No. He has to wed into the brown family."

"Why ?"

"wellspring ... Well ... I don't know why ... it's just the way I've been told it has to find,"Becky said, puzzled.

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

"Oh ... Don't worry Dad will get a lot to say about it ... But you make a good peak,"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 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 trees, and overgrowth as Becky took on a swagger to her steps.

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

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

In the midpoint of the small-scale clearing was a bent tree, deliberately knack over in a fallen ‘ Z'shape with a short horizontal percentage to the trunk at waist height, before the trunk headed skywards again. Branches dropped off to become roots, acting as legs, making the unawares parcel of the tree like a carpenter 's trestle sawhorse.

Becky turned to sit on the hang tree, grinning smugly at Tom.

"My crime syndicate's sexual union tree diagram ... Generations of my mob 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 pussycat's pub last night. Becky motioned to Tom's underdrawers."I think you're overdressed ..."

Tom was already aroused after Clair warming him up earlier, he was eagre to fulfil Becky. He undid his belt and boxers. Becky licked her lips and her paw delved into Tom's boxers, even with her novice experience her paw excited Tom with her thumb teasing over his growing dick's head, stroking its eye.

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

Tom's shaft that was now flagged outside his short circuit, as Becky stroked it in a tight clutch. She dropped onto her knees and sucked his shaft of light into her rostrum. This prison term she'd practised and sucked him as hard as Clair. Tom held her headspring, stroking her ears, as she bobbed up and down on his tool, licking his peter's question then balls.

Becky pulled Tom's shorts down to his mortise joint. She held Tom's shaft up to pucker underneath and absorb each formal. Her tongue darting out to figure out his rear ingress, teasing him in a way he had never considered agitate before.

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

She got up, licking her rim and straddled the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, leaning face down on the horizontal trunk, legs following the antecedent legs of the trestle. Her tail flicked, displaying her targets to Tom. The one glistened with succus, waiting for him. Tom teased his finger easily into her, stroking her tail from base to tip.

"Mmm."

Tom eased his fingers out and slipped his rotating shaft into Becky. She gripped onto the Tree bole as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her back to snarf her rump. Tom's traveling bag on her tail helped and this metre he was enjoying himself, his devoid mitt spanked her.

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

Tom's judgment spun. ‘ three-fold stuff'what on earth was that and how did she learn that ? So he spanked her again.

Answering his unspoken questions, Becky said,"I've found some helpful sex instructional videos."Giving Tom a wry feeling, and a colly giggle, she said,"Maybe next meter we should bring some ropes ..."

Tom then second-guessed what she meant, spanked her and pressed his quarter round into her rearward passage, for her to scream 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 quarter round but digging his hired hand into her fleshy hip erogenous geographical zone. His eyes searched her neck, and he gathered up some neck opening cutis in his teeth. She knew what was coming.

"Yes ... Yes ... Yes, Tom ... morsel now, I'm coming, please ..."Becky said, begging. Tom bit hard on the folding of skin on her neck opening and she spasmed on the tree trunk, tensing around his shaft rich inside her, squealing.

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

Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his sting, drew in a deep breathing spell and stood again, withdrawing out of her, his rod dripping with her cum. She relaxed onto the tree diagram trunk with a gasp.

"But Becky, you've not finished yet, I'm not satisfied, I've not cum yet ... You know the drill,"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 rachis on the grass in the glade, his cock mimicking the surrounding Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, reaching for the sky.

"Climb on top, sit on my throbbing peter you worm, you 've had your pleasure, now it is my bout,"Tom said, commanding her.

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

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

Becky straddled Tom's waistline, squatting down her paw guided his hawkshaw to its target. He felt the wetness of her back talk on his bare tip. She was lowering herself down slowly, but Tom couldn't resist grabbing her waist and pulling her down onto him.

Becky gasped, and her rima oris opened all-encompassing, howling silently in seventh heaven. Tom now admired her underbelly, enjoying her attractive, reduce waist and her neatly trimmed fur.

She was more experienced now and undercoat her rose hip backwards and forwards, impaled on his shot, then rising up to slip back down onto him. Her lovely small perfectly lash out breast bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet patch on Tom's privates. He could reek her sex and her excitement mixing with the odour of the diminished glade.

Tom slapped his finger's breadth of one paw across both her bosom."Yowww."Becky yelped but grinned back. He then softly fondled them. He ruffled her fur as he lowered his hands to grasp her hips and ground their hip together with the wet patch between them growing.

Becky rode up his shaft on her rear legs, then releasing to leave out sassing open, grunting in time.

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

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

"saltation up and down squawk, I want to see your mammilla bounce,"Tom said, knowing he couldn't lowest much longer. He slapped her lightly across her boob again and returned to fondling them. Becky raised her front branch over her head, paws together, as her own orgasm grew.

Becky upped the tempo and pumping up and down faster, rising gamey enough to just observe his defenseless spade end just inside her lips, then slapping down onto the increasing wet plot of land between them. Her white meat were bouncing for Tom to look up to. She grunted with each landing stroke."Uhg ... Uhg ... Uhg."She was in restraint 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 muscle clench around the jacket of his dig then her integral soundbox dropped onto his sword lily pole pushing it mystifying inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

Seeing her orgasms climactic release, he could find his own coming orgasm, releasing to flood warm liquidness into her. He grabbed her articulatio coxae and ground them to empty his balls. She squirmed in delectation and collapsed onto him, her head just above him, hugging him tightly and kissing him.

They both giggled as they got up with Tom pulling his short circuit back up. Becky wore an inane grin across her face, enjoying her new experience of afternoon sex in the unresolved air, in her family's mating glade.

The two walked back to the independent coastal path to return to the small town. Becky's mother was nowhere to be seen as Becky left him. Tom passed the firm by walking back alone to jackpot's Pub. The gravy holder had returned, and the beach was busy with fisherdogs finishing their operate day. A few Sir Thomas More tourer were around, enjoying the hustle and bustle. kitten and Sarah warned him they had a full B & B that evening and for the next few nights.

Lucy called into the pub with shaft and passed Tom their leaning.

"We've started a few initial offer on the sample, but so far zip is immediately noticeable as being out of the ordinary. But at to the lowest degree we know that Peter's Heath Robinson examination equipment works as all the standard marker are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their plans for further investigation.

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

The eve flew by, with Tom and Sarah busy serving and clearing tabular array. Becky and Brenda were busybodied in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the brief of smiles as they passed. Edgar Albert Guest were a mix of cats, dogs and a couple of humans. Guests all asked about mermaids and opportunities for a sportfishing trip, all presentiment well for the summer ahead.

Balthazar appeared at the bar during the busy evening and whilst clearing empty chalk Tom passed him the list, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthazar folded the inclination without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to continue with his workplace, not wanting to arrive at small talk.

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

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

"Oh Please Tom, I can't hold open putting off all these small town girls. They say I've been single too long and they're circling like vulture. What did she say ?"

"wellspring, she's not rapturous about transcription as she jealous about losing the opportunity to be top dog."

"It's some old-fashioned nonsense, 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 enough how well it would be received, although hotdog seemed to be a little more open about sex and kinship than humans or computerized tomography. Once he outlined his idea to Saint Thomas, doubting Thomas was all for it and slapped him on the back to pride him.

"Oh, no, it's kind of romantic in a doggish way ..."Norman Mattoon Thomas laughed."I'm sure quite a few of our parents met in similar ways, not quite put marriages but almost ..."

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

The pair re-entered the pub separately to obviate suspicion. Soon Tom was meddlesome again, clearing board and serving beer to the Captain 's table. Becky 's mother was there, so Becky would n't be staying late, letting Tom off any late-night kitchen amour.

Lucy and Peter had left and none of her Sister were present either, so Tom was looking forward to a cascade and a bed to himself as the clientele dwindled. Kitty walked Balthazar back nursing home, leaving Sarah and Tom finishing clearing up. Sarah must stimulate sensed Tom's weariness as she suggested he get off to bed and she'd hold for Kitty's return.

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his room. He lost his boots and windsock and picked up a towel to make his way to possess a exhibitor. With all the guests in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the dark, using his cat 's Nox vision to steer his way.

The pub's speed floors were a whole motley of client and familiar perfume, Tom recognising some, others he couldn't. Entering the bathroom Tom exhaled a sigh of embossment, 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 scent behind him, confirmed by a sniggering giggle.

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

Clair's leg wrapped around from behind him and her paw loosened his knock and boxers. Tom could feel her warm breath on the cover of his neck, causing the whisker to stand on end as she pecked kisses. His shortstop fell to the trading floor, and a paw delved into his boxers to stroke his growing manhood, as she purred.

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

Her poop worked its way into around Tom's shank and into his pugilist, pulling them down. Her tail then tucked through his leg, stroking between his ballock and derriere entrance. The mild fur at the end of her hindquarters teased and excited Tom, as Clair's paw stroked his shaft, with her purring in his ear.

Clair no longer needed to hold Tom, so her one leg pulled his shirt over his heading. She cast his T-shirt to one face as she nibbled his ear, and his hands reached over his headway to stroke her ears behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to face her and wrapped her forelegs around his neck and her hind legs around his shank, purring whilst her tail seductively stroked his irradiation and rear.

Clair was light to carry, and Tom was enjoying her buns stroking him. She was more sexually aware than her sister Lucy. Her paws pulling his face to her to kiss him and her one paw able to stroke his rear passage. Cats were much more erotic than frump, although his lone dog experience was with Becky and she was improving.

"Can't you kittens let me shower in peace of mind,"Tom asked, chuckling as Clair purred, her can guiding his shot 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 look was serious.

'' I can sense dog. Are you two-timing us kittens ... ? ``

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

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

"You're freehanded than any of the boys on campus, but none have your super sex toy nickname."

'' You seem very sure of yourself, maybe you need to link me in the exhibitor, '' Tom said, knowing cat-o'-nine-tails aversion to piss, he still hoped he may have a solo exhibitioner for a change.

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

She rose and dropped onto Tom's shaft, still hanging onto him as her tail stroked his rear enactment, teasingly. Tom now seeing her remark as a challenge walked over to the shower 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 water stream.

Initially, Clair shuddered, only just able to advert onto Tom, wiggling her bum down onto his beam of light, to keep her hooked, impaled onto him. The water seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his program as she threw her point back into the piddle, pretending to enjoy it running over her head. The look on her font wasn't so confident.

Clair continued to slide up and down Tom's shaft, pretending to revel in the shower as the body of water ran off her like a raincoat. Then Tom noticed her fur was getting saturated and flattening as it retained the H2O, giving her fur a sheen, reflecting the bathroom light.

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring eminence had changed. She was getting more call down, as her fur lost its water repellent properties and became a flat wet skin. Tom could feel her torso more as she moved and wriggled, the pee lubricating their excited torso. Her toughened nipples now stroked Tom's bureau through the apartment, wet fur and he felt his stimulation growing.

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

Tom leant Clair against the tile shower bulwark and took over, sliding in and out of her. Her fur was no longer fluffy, but thin and slippery. Her physical structure felt unlike next to his skin, as he felt every squirm, twist and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to get his shaft deep into her, her lovely soft breasts squashed between them and her teat teasing into him. He could feel her tensing, building up her orgasm as drove into her time and prison term again.

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

Then Tom felt her velvet tunnel tighten on him and her back arced as her muscles spasmed with the current of ecstasy running through her. Tom thrust onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her trunk wracked with spasms of her orgasm, enjoying her sinew tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her grinning as she felt the strong liquid inside her, grinding the conclusion of her sexual climax into him.

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

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

"Neither did I, but I'm sword lily I did, that was so kinky ... Now, please help me dry off."

Tom stroked his hands hard over Clair 's body to encourage the water out of her fur, working his way around her. He soon noticed her chemical reaction whenever he was close 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 body twisting in glee.

Soon her fur was no longer saturated, and they used towels, causing her fur to fluff up, giving her an Afro hairdo, fur ball hairstyle all over, and causing Tom to giggle.

"It's not funny, if the other kittens see me like this I'll never live it down. It will take hours 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 flavorless 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 bath. Once finished and dried he tidied up the bathroom, having to dry the trading floor, wipe the rampart roofing tile and replace any wet towels with dry.

Entering his chamber with his dirty wash and a towel wrapped around him, he could see Clair, purring, wrapped around herself, preening on his bed. Seeing more than formula Inner Light entering the sleeping room, he walked to see the view out of his small windowpane. Craning his neck to see the beach and sea beyond, he saw a full moon moon appear from behind a cloud.

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

"What clock 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, come to bed and let's put some more scratches on those roof timbers ..."

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 room access into the street, now running to reach Mermaids Cove.

To Be Continued ... .