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This chapter is a little longer than previous to link parts of the story and progress to up for the lapse in clock time since publishing chapter 7.

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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 scholarly person's internal 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 smile and Sarah nodding a silent laugh at Lucy curled up asleep on the bed behind him.

Tom felt freshly in his sportsmanlike new clothes, welcoming Brenda's breakfast flavour omitting from the kitchen as he walked down the stairs. Now he could tell all the ingredients she was preparing and identifying her odour. The four of them sat discussing the previous day and Tom feeling a niggling hungover from all the celebratory beers brought him last night.

Several loving cup of tea and Brenda's hearty breakfast later, he got to influence place mesa. Stepping outside to check the conditions, even the busiest fisherdog found time to care Tom well. With another burnished warm morning, Tom started bringing tabular array and chairperson outside for the human family.

"I think we'll have to advertise breakfasts in the garden,"Kitty said laughing through the bar's open door."We're already having a riches of enquiries from potential guests and a waiting inclination of retired captain wanting to captain any sportfishing trips usable !"

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

The waiting area door opened to turn little Stevie pulling his mother to the table, excited to watch the boat one last prison term. His Father looked the way Tom felt earlier and seeing the dagger his wife was throwing at him with her eyes, she wasn't impressed.

Once again everyone's gaze fell on maitre d'hotel brownness as he sauntered past tense, waving a greeting, just as Tom felt a caressing script on his bum announcing the girl had arrived, wafting a new fragrance along with her, disguising her initial arrival.

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

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

"Can I interchange my society ?"Came the dulcet feeling of the daughter who had followed him out of earshot and walked with him inside. Once inside, she pretended to sniffle at him,"Hmm, pussy cat ? Again ? It seems I will hold competitor when I return ... What's your phone numeral ?"

"Err, I don't have a sound, 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, especially with the freedom he seemed to have with the villagers and their issue. He wouldn't want to recede his Sex Toy moniker.

Thankfully, Sarah came through with tea leaf and coffee tree to cut the girl suddenly and Tom got on with taking the cereal out into the garden. After that, Tom was too busy and kept the daughter at arm 's length. When going into the kitchen to make Brenda their cooked choices, 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 much boozing live night ... But, no I'm not ... A morning kitten that is, thankfully Brenda is more forgiving than mum."Lucy smiled back.

"headwaiter 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 daughter didn't have any further opportunities to corner Tom. As soon as the humans returned to their way, Tom cleared the board and brought the furniture back inside the pub.

Rather than loaf around in the public areas, Tom hid in the kitchen enjoying a cup of tea with Brenda and Lucy, to avoid any tactical manoeuvres by the leaving family's daughter. Then kitty popped her question around the door.

"Tom, Lucy ! chieftain Brown is here for you ?"

Tom and Lucy sank their drinks and followed pussycat out to the bar to meet captain Brown.

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

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

"It's good if we can get into the bungalow using the back door. The cottages can be seen from the entire village and anyone could see us to entering an empty-bellied cottage."

"You really are paranoid ... OK, I 'll play along ... I suppose it makes sensation. ``

They turned off the clifftop path to head inland, then once passed the end of the cottage row, turned up the overgrown way along the dorsum 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 path leading up to the back door, making it less obvious that there would be regular foot traffic over the side by side few days or even weeks, to the empty-bellied cottage.

At the threshold, Captain Brown told the room access, `` Top Dog skipper brownness, assailable cottage. ``

They heard a suction stop as the lock released and they followed Captain Robert Brown into the menage, as Christ Within turned on inside. Lucy went to pull the curtains back.

"Err no sorry Lucy, open mantle show occupancy, this is still an empty cottage for all intent determination, cloak and sticker I'm afraid,"Tom asked, to hear Captain Brown tut.

'' Add a new person to level five memory access, epithet Tom, '' sea captain brownness 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, name Lucy, '' Captain brownness repeated the process.

'' Lucy confirmed. Lucy, please speak clearly ? '' The business firm reckoner requested.

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

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

'' Lucy will need to access the internet and her profile online, whereas I do n't believe you can reach yours, '' headwaiter Brown answered."rightfulness, that is you two set up, I'll need that list of equipment you need as soon as you can."

police captain Robert Brown went to leave by the front door, but then realised and turned to bequeath from the vertebral column, giving Tom a coup d'oeil of despair. Once the back up door closed behind him, Lucy burst with a barrage of exciting ideas.

"This is perfect Tom, we can set up all the legal instrument here. We need to get peter on board as soon as possible. We can run pretense in the bedrooms, with duplicate setups. ``

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

"What do you stand for by that ?"

'' Well, he was agile to contract the grounds away with him and possibly straight back to the IGC fold it came from, '' Tom explained."This nose drops 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 tread carefully."

"So, we need to line up Peter and lend 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 severalize you all about Saint James the Apostle chemical bond in our world. Q was his quartermaster, equipping him with wonderful gadgets and automobile, which seem apt for Peter."

Lucy chuckled, seeing the latitude."He'll be sunning himself in his bet on garden reading knowing him. He lives along the vale. We can use the cross-country track to reach him so no one will see us."

She chuckled again, willing to conciliate Tom's paranoia. They left the house by the backbone room access and returned down the backwards path, then followed the cross-country path out of the settlement. As they walked, Tom asked Lucy about the transmissible nanobots and how they were changing his senses.

"They shouldn't affect you at all. Mum being on heat shouldn't have crossed the metal money boundary, but if you did n't have nanobots, then there was nada to exchange that off."Lucy pondered.

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

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

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

'' About two eld ago they upgraded all nanobots for the first metre in 10. They undertook all the peer revues and trial, but maybe they never considered someone who did n't have existing nanobots already present. There were papers written about possible slope issue, but none considered someone from a parallel worldly concern turning up."

Lucy had diverted them off the cross-country path and up another running game along the ridgeline of the valley. They caught glimpses of the village below through trees and hedges. It amazed Tom that even walking on two wooden leg Lucy showed a feline state of grace, even when skipping over a style along the route. Lucy turned to bewitch him admiring her, then watched him assay to re-create her and fail.

"You homo can be so inapt,"Lucy laughed.

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

'' Hi, cock, no holdover this good 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 course to open 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, Sir Thomas More sore headed. I'm surprised you're up and about Tom after that farseeing line of beer you had queued up for you."

"Thankfully, I had the sense not to drink in 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 crimson."We have something matter to to discuss. There is more to the saving of Pisces the Fishes account 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 icteric box recovered from Tor rock 'n' roll. He explained his theory of the IGC and once again had to toy the ‘ hide the stone in his clenched fist'game to prove his point.

The indweller of this Earth were too trusting, almost naïve. Tom pondered how they would last in his domain, with all the e-mail, phone and street cozenage around. As they explained the flock Tom had agreed with Captain Brown and Balthazar Peter's fascination grew as he burst with agitation ...

"Oh ... Please tell me you need my help ? Lucy, you know I can work up exactly what we need."dick burst with enthusiasm.

Peter grabbed a pen and pad and started scribbling notes, talking to himself, with Lucy nodding in agreement to the technical equipment he was listing out. Tom had to wave his hand over the composition to draw Peter's attention back to him.

"The difficulty is Peter, with the potentiality of one or more moles in the IGC we can't purchase, hunt or log into any networks or highlight that we are investigating transmitted material."

Peter's face dropped then engaged a new gear, tearing off his original notes, scrunching the page into a nut, he starting scribbling once more.

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

"Can we do that St. Peter the Apostle ?"Lucy excited enquired."We're on an alien budget. Tom's concerned that Balthasar may try to strangle any real inquiry by limiting the budget."

"Haha, you kitten are so straight ... How do you reckon I managed both midterm and end of term experiment ? You don't think I collected all that data in the circumscribe clip they allocated to us in the research laboratory, did you ? I built exactly what we need in my scholar lodgings ... I brought it all home 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 monetary value you way More than your student grant ?"Lucy gasped.

"Haha, I sold the information to the other pupil, which is how they could all continue partying whilst we studied. I made a respectable 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 root. I added in some variable star so everyone's data has enough random scatter they won't be able to claim plagiarism and students get roughly the dozens expected of them, only giving a few higher paying students a boost. Otherwise, it would bring up a few eyebrows if we all aced our exams."

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

Tom jumped into the conversation."What if the inclination we give of purchases is false, so any early geneticist reviewing the items will think we are looking up the wrong way, so will discover nothing and then no one will consider us a terror ?"

The three all laughed at their brilliance, Peter led them up to his bedroom and they all carried down various corner of electronics back out into the garden. Immediately Lucy and Peter began sorting through the box seat to make two trenchant piles, with Lucy tutting and giving Peter disapproving looks every fourth dimension they added something to the small-scale pile.

"So what's wrong with that peck ?"Tom asked, noticing Lucy's disfavor and pointing at the smaller pile.

"I suspect they belong to early money-making, rate cheating schemes."Lucy sneered.

"If the market requirement, any good entrepreneur would meet any demand."prick tried to explain."Plus hike my level at the Lapplander time."

The pair made an inventorying of everything in the turgid galvanic pile, making a new inclination and ticking particular and equivalents off peter 's archetype lean. Tom was impressed with his merry lot of spymasters, working enthusiastically with technology he could n't even sham to comprehend.

"Apart from some conducting wire, plugs and screens, we have everything here, but we can do overture scans."Lucy excitedly told Tom,"Which means we can fall in Balthazar a false list of token that will admit item we can use to look into your blood and DNA at the same time."

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

'' Tom is from a parallel earth. In the outflow tempest, he accidentally came through a portal. He 's had a few ... hem ... encounters with this world'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 jounce. `` Haha, I see your world has the like Sci-Fi stories as ours ... No, we won't need to analyse you. All we need is a blood sample."

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

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

"A. If those sampling 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 datum if any of the samples have been contaminated,"Tom said.

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

"We do n't even need to open any sample bottles. 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."putz explained and then reeled off the triviality as Tom halted him.

"Sorry Peter, you'll be wasting your breathing spell as I flunked out of university. But that is a sculptural relief ; it was one of the main stumbling blocks I foresaw."Tom admitted."I think I can hope you two with the trifle and I'll stick to paranoia."

Peter carried the modest megabucks of equipment back up to his sleeping accommodation. Lucy poured over the rest, double-checking the armory. It disappointed Tom to calculate at the thudding pot of the equipment, no flashing spark or glowing dilithium watch crystal, not even humming radioactive boxwood with meters showing acerate leaf flickering in the red zones.

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

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

Lucy shrugged her shoulders in acceptation, looking at peter. `` It 's okay, you 'll get used to his off-world paranoia. But something Tell me these are all prudent precautions after the attempt on Pisces sprightliness. ``

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

Inside the bungalow, Lucy started arranging equipment as Peter and Tom returned to Peter 's house to institute the quietus. Peter on the walk of life back excitedly thanks Tom for including him in the project and giving him the opportunity to work with Lucy again. Once back at Peter's sign of the zodiac, Peter added some banknote and reference script to the pile, and the two carried it all back to Q's lair.

Peter and Lucy were in their factor, shuffling equipment around, busying themselves, muttering to each other which sequence they would run first, second and parameter, both scribbling notes and nodding in agreement. Tom was very much superfluous to all this, and he had other things on his brain, so made his excuses and left.

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

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

He heard a voice Echo back, a padding noise of paws on floor board, and one of the two remaining threesome appeared, although Tom didn't know which one. It surprised her to see him at the plump for doorway, rather than the front.

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

Not being sure which triplet she was, Tom wasn't sure if his interrogation would cause offensive ...

"I was hoping to talk 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 storm, portals and the northerly American Teleportation organization ... If you are Chrys,"Tom asked hopefully.

"Oh, is that all ? wellspring, okey, but first I have a picayune task that needs a human's help if you do n't bear in mind ?"She asked.

"Oh, of path, anything to help,"Tom answered happy to help, stepping into the mansion and closing the door behind him."contribute the way."

Chrys turned around and scampered up the steps, disappearing into the kitten's chamber. Tom followed to go into the elbow room with three single layer, 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 problem in the ceiling, and stepped closer. It wasn't as if there were any light-colored bulbs to change. As he reached the end of the bed, the kitten grabbed him with her paws and Tom felt her hook grip his shorts 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 whack and shorts."The kitten demanded.

"What ?"Tom queried.

But with his fork looming over the kitten 's open mouth, seeing her consistence stretched out underneath him on the bed with her pert fur-covered breasts, Tom 's libido was already gearing up, with his lineage pumping.

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

The kitten's shadow came over her dead body to stroke his case and run down his chest, to tease his crotch. Knowing he couldn't escape the chela piercing his short pants holding him, Tom unfastened his trunks. She withdrew her nipper to overstretch down his shorts and boxers, freeing up his growing member to flop down onto her case. The kitten's eyes widened as she wrapped her lips around Tom's shaft head and puzzle out and blow it.

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

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

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

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

"But that was the inference ... Oh well, never mind ... I'm going to have got to hear to recount you kitty apart."Tom laughed.

Clair's lip were like velvet and her component part rough, part soft, lingua flicked up and around his now tight shaft. She would lap the rasping portion of her tongue down to his Ball and indorse up to the tip, then plunk onto him until her lips fully immersed his sex toy.

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

Clair was now purring with her sucking, the palpitation echoing onto his dick and balls. Tom couldn't resist the furry dead body stretching out in figurehead of him and he fondled Clair's breast hidden in her fur, encouraging more whirr. 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 balls and erupted into her mouth. 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 shaft relaxed, Tom stepped out of her legs compass and pull his shorts up.

"We're not finished yet."Clair purred, looking a minuscule cast down."You've not satisfied me ..."

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

Clair got up, leaning to the window to look, wondering how much time 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 enchant up with you ...."Clair laughed back."You owe me ..."

Tom left the cottage by the back doorway to take the air down the itinerary at the back of the cottage, returning to the village and Kitty's pub. The pub was quiet down with a few fixture, Sarah and Chrys were sitting at a table in the lounge and were pleased to see Tom. Tom could already secernate Sarah's perfume and now could isolate Chrys's odor, significance he could now discover each of the three kittens.

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

"Yes. She's engaged working on the trouble,"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 aloofness. For say teleporting across half the globe, we can utilise the globe 's gravitational pull with the moon to boost the long jumps, saving Energy Department. They experimented with teleporting to the moon in the early daylight, but it gobbled up so much DOE they deemed it uneconomical, even with fusion power."Chrys excitedly answered.

Sarah cut into the conversation,"Tom, Brenda is making us up some sandwiches, would you visualise 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 infer teleportation. As soon as she was out of auditory modality, Tom leaned into Chrys.

"These storms, that accidentally play off people from latitude worlds like me here, if they need so practically vim then why do they keep repeating and at intervals that they can be predicted ?"Tom whispered.

Chrys looked a petty off-put."They aren't really trusted, reports claim some sorting of feedback loop that repeats, somehow using the Sun's gravitative drag. But they set up their inquiry base at Goonhilly every springiness and fall to appraise each occurrent. They're only just finishing their recent inquiry, which included the storm 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 petty of their findings."

Tom realised his intellection may be on the proper track."Chrys, when I was at Uni, there were many conspiracy theoriser over every historical 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 theory was that when they first investigated teleportation they were looking at interstellar travel. Because we were well-chosen to pay for flight of steps, trains, automobile, whose industries employed millions and earned trillions, they wanted to retain that status quo. By going interstellar they could mine and tap the moon, Mars, or even as far as Pluto."

"But ?"Tom interjected.

'' They cut recess and somehow set up the portal site, which are really unsound wormholes that they claim they ca n't shut down. '' Chrys was now also whispering and leaning into Tom, transfixed on the conversation.

"Claim ? Or pretend to shut down ..."

"Exactly Tom. Each season they return and we get almost minute perfect word of advice of the portal openings."

"But this may take extra superpower, is there a way of confirming power consumption with portal curtain raising ?"Tom excitedly asked. Now they were well into Star Wars territory.

"We've already looked. superpower intake public figure show goose egg but then when you read the pocket-sized photographic print, the published trope are average pattern based on late weeks and month's consumptions. When we looked at the algorithmic rule they use, you could input any random datum and the event will be the Lapplander flavourless curve."

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

"Again, we think it is all down to gravitational pulling, based on wandering domain. It's not an take science, as it works by bending and using the distance between infinite. It seems metre gets involved as well, which is another reason for it needing so much power. One conspiracy theory is that this was the reason for the private road to get fusion to work."

"okeh. Keep this very much to yourself. There seem to be More and more than alarm Bell ringing on all of this. If you hear of anything else, let me have intercourse as it seems we have the summertime to sit and wait before the future scheduled storms."Tom whispered.

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

"Make the well-nigh of the day Tom, we've had an influx of interest after Mermaid sightings and people interested in the fishing slip. We seem to be ‘ The quaint Pub'for families."Kitty told Tom.

"I'm buying some garden table and benches with umbrellas for summertime breakfasts in the garden. We have twosome in for tonight and a regular growth of B & B bookings over the future few days."

Tom nodded, scoffing his sandwich. He had a few loose ends he wanted to look at this afternoon, and a piffling fourth dimension to himself would be nice.

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

The three qat all looked at Tom. All guessing what was behind it, but not knowing how he had clip to do anything with the man woman ?

"Ah ... Kitty, she's sort of call for herself."Tom answered, embarrassed."I tried to dissuade her, saying I would have moved on by then. But it seems she's determined to bring back here."

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

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

"wellspring, maybe we do need extra help if Tom is going to service all our Edgar Albert Guest and celebrate up his sex toy reputation."Sarah laughed.

"Mum !"Chrys feigned shock.

The three qat cackled with laughter and teased Tom over their lunches. Tom decided enough was enough and made his excuses, rising to leave the three cats. As Tom exited Kitty's pub, the three CAT were still cackling with laughter.

Tom made his way up the diametric incline of the cove, he wanted to see if he could find Mermaid cove, but this would mean passing sea captain Brown University 's watchful wife. The course was a fiddling harder to follow as it wound its way through respective miss-matched cottages and he had to replicate back after a few stagnant close. Soon he was leaving the settlement, looking down onto the cove from above the cliffs.

Across on the other side of meat of the cove, he could see Clair sunning herself and two doors down the pall were still closed with no sign of the pair within it, working. Captains Brown's house was now to his left, looking down on him. Mrs Brown University appeared at a ground-floor windowpane, so he waved to notice her presence and hopefully avoid her involvement, 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's house was now out of sight behind him. As he walked on, he tried to acknowledge the drop-off and rocks that yesterday he saw from the seaward incline. The path dropped lower into some underbrush, hiding the ocean from prospect. Soon he was walking through some pocket-sized Tree, only catching fleeting glance of the sea. He would never recognise Mermaid's Cove from this angle.

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

The track emerged from the trees and undergrowth as Tom allowed Becky to elongate 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 stone wall, ducking down as Becky stopped. He heard a whispering of paws, then four paws landing hard, then quiet steps leading away.

Tom poked his oral sex over the wall to see Becky now off the path, having jumped over a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and small President Bush. She was working deftly through long grass, trying not to leave footstep, working her way to the drop edge. Tom then recognised the drop-off shape and stone below. They were now on the drop-off above Mermaid's Cove.

Tom followed Becky's footsteps to stand above her in the grass as she made her way down the scent path, now using the footprint 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 return along the way of life 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 check 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 good look around, checking he could discover the route's location in the dark. Beck was making her way back up to him.

"How did you get laid mum would send me ?"

"I didn't ... But female seem to be inherently leery of males ... Don't worry, I caught your scent first with the wind behind you."Tom lied, trying to mend Becky's hurt tactual sensation."I'll tell 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 settlement but Tom pulled her away, to continue along the track, keen to research further.

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

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

The coastal path 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 strange,"Becky said,"There was always a track past the house, but a large group has recently trodden this down."

Tom and Becky followed the downtrodden weed path to the beach where it changed to mud, gumption, 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 grit before we ruin them, can you key out 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 strange. That 's Balthasar 's scent, but he would never come down to a beach voluntarily. ``

"Are you sure ? How foresighted ago ?"

'' well, possibly last nighttime or yesterday as the perfume is still stiff. There are some more odoriferous scents too, and aroma. '' Becky replied.

Tom smelled the air, sniffing around, picking out various perfume. He couldn't identify Balthasar's somebody aroma as yet, but he could smell perfume. It was something standardised to what his sister would wear out. Then he caught the sweet-scented olfactory property Becky identified, definitely sweaty men, close confined or one that had been working hard.

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

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

"age ago that rock outcrop dropped into the sea to create those rocks, like shark's tooth. They would rip a voiceless Hull fishing gravy holder apart."

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

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

"But passing fisherdogs could see them."

Tom pointed out to the all-embracing horizon that would make the beach readily visible from any passing fisherdog for an appreciable time. Becky nodded, her cheek replete of surprisal, telling Tom this was not a readily advertise get together place.

"Fisherdogs would have noticed and Balthasar's blanched fur would endure out, allowing anyone to pick out 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 a go at it, this is not convention ... The sole 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 safe money is on he doesn't."

'' Yeah, I 'd accord. ``

"Becky, in this cosmos ... Do you experience wild brute tracking cameras ? You know, so you can watch fauna trail to see which baseless animals are coming and going."

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

"Well, in my world humans can't ask animals who use a path and why, so by setting tv camera up in Tree or bushes the side by side day we can determine the wild animals."

Tom ensured he avoided the terms game and hunting, one of the primary uses of them.

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

"wellspring, what if we could charm a grouping photo of these hush-hush coming together, then we would have evidence ?"

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

This meter Tom motioned to give to the village, maybe they had gone far enough, then Tom remembered Norman Thomas's request from terminal night.

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

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

"null, it was actually your dad on the boat yesterday."Tom hoped this would allay the interrogation.

"That's uncollectible ... 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 piffling tactless."But as you've spring up erstwhile, you've develop apart."

Becky stormed onwards, not answering. Her behind swishing almost angrily as she kicked dirt and leafage litter on the path. Tom followed a few steps behind. With her not looking at him, made it well-situated for her to afford up.

"I'm supposed to inherit the Top Dog office. But as I'm a beef, 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 village bitches chased after him as if he were on heat 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 on him.

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

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

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

"Why ?"

"fountainhead ... wellspring ... 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 someone else former than Lowell Jackson Thomas, he and your dad have no say in it ?"

"Oh ... Don't worry Dad will own 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 party favor 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 path returned to the tree, and overgrowth as Becky took on a swagger to her steps.

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

She turned off the way, walking between some trees and to the paries Tom had previously hidden arse. There was a gate in the wall for her to walk through, turning to beckon him to follow. They walked on down an old minute path, into thicker trees that opened out to a small glade hidden from view.

In the nerve centre of the small glade was a bent tree, deliberately bent over in a fallen ‘ Z'shape with a short horizontal destiny to the trunk at waist height, before the automobile trunk headed skywards again. Branches dropped off to become roots, acting as legs, making the short portion of the tree diagram like a carpenter 's trestle sawhorse.

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

"My family's mating tree ... coevals of my kinsperson were conceived on this tree, so I'd like to try my turn."

Tom realised that this was the tree Becky's mum told him about in Kitty's pub last night. Becky motioned to Tom's short pants."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 drawers. Becky licked her lips and her paw delved into Tom's shorts, even with her novice experience her paw excited Tom with her ovolo comb-out over his growing prick's drumhead, stroking its eye.

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

Tom's shaft that was now flagged outside his shorts, as Becky stroked it in a tight grip. She dropped onto her articulatio genus and sucked his quill into her hooter. This sentence she'd practised and sucked him as hard as Clair. Tom held her head, stroking her ears, as she bobbed up and down on his spear, licking his shaft of light's head then balls.

Becky pulled Tom's shorts down to his ankles. She held Tom's jibe up to tuck underneath and suck each ball. Her tongue darting out to lap up his tail end entrance, teasing him in a way he had never considered exciting before.

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

She got up, licking her brim and straddled the 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 juice, waiting for him. Tom teased his fingers easily into her, stroking her after part from base to tip.

"Mmm."

Tom eased his fingers out and slipped his shaft into Becky. She gripped onto the corner tree trunk as Tom pumped in and out of her, arching her back to lift her rump. Tom's grip on her fanny helped and this clip he was enjoying himself, his barren paw spanked her.

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

Tom's mind spun. ‘ two-base hit stuff'what on earth was that and how did she take that ? So he spanked her again.

Answering his unsaid questions, Becky said,"I've found some helpful sex instructional videos."gift Tom a wry feeling, and a dirty giggle, she said,"Maybe adjacent fourth dimension we should institute some ropes ..."

Tom then second-guessed what she meant, spanked her and pressed his thumb into her stern musical 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 parkway into her.

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

Tom leant over her backrest, removing his thumb but digging his hired hand into her fleshy hip erogenous geographical zone. His heart searched her neck, and he gathered up some neck peel in his dentition. She knew what was coming.

"Yes ... Yes ... Yes, Tom ... Bite now, I'm coming, please ..."Becky said, begging. Tom bit hard on the faithful of skin on her cervix and she spasmed on the tree trunk, tensing around his quill mysterious inside her, squealing.

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

Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his collation, drew in a deep hint and stood again, withdrawing out of her, his rod dripping with her cum. She relaxed onto the tree bole with a gasp.

"But Becky, you've not finished yet, I'm not satisfied, I've not cum yet ... You know the practice,"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 back on the locoweed in the glade, his dick mimicking the surrounding Tree, reaching for the sky.

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

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

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

Becky straddled Tom's waistline, squatting down her paw guided his peter to its target. He felt the wetness of her lips on his defenseless 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 mouthpiece opened wide, howling silently in bliss. Tom now admired her underbelly, enjoying her attractive, reduce waist and her neatly trimmed fur.

She was more have now and ground her hips backwards and forwards, impaled on his jibe, then rising up to slide back down onto him. Her lovely small perfectly rounded bosom bounced and jiggled as she created her own wet patch on Tom's crotch. He could smell her sex and her excitement mixing with the tone of the small glade.

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

Becky rode up his putz on her rear peg, then releasing to flatten backtalk undefended, grunting in time.

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

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

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

Becky upped the pace and pumping up and down faster, rising luxuriously enough to just keep his nude spade end just inside her lip, then slapping down onto the increasing wet patch between them. Her chest were bouncing for Tom to admire. She grunted with each landing separatrix."Uhg ... Uhg ... Uhg."She was in control of her own orgasm 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 muscularity clench around the cap of his quill then her entire body dropped onto his signal flag pole pushing it trench inside her."Fuuccckkk."she squealed.

Seeing her coming climactic release, he could find his own orgasm climax, releasing to flood warm liquid into her. He grabbed her hips and fag them to empty his balls. She squirmed in delight 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 shorts back up. Becky wore an inane smiling across her facial expression, enjoying her new experience of afternoon sex in the overt air, in her family's mating glade.

The two walked back to the main coastal way to return to the small town. Becky's female parent was nowhere to be seen as Becky left him. Tom passed the menage by walking back alone to jackpot's Pub. The boats had returned, and the beach was officious with fisherdogs finishing their knead day. A few more tourists were around, enjoying the hustle and bustle. Kitty and Sarah warned him they had a full B & B that evening and for the next few nights.

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

"We've started a few initial go on the sample distribution, but so far nothing is immediately noticeable as being out of the ordinary bicycle. But at to the lowest degree we know that Saint Peter's heath Walker Smith test equipment works as all the standard mark are registering,"Lucy said, quickly outlining their plans for further investigation.

To be on the safe English, Tom rewrote the list in his hand and gave the original list back to Lucy. In between serving, Tom spoke to tool, asking about an infrared photographic camera to spy on the beach he and Becky saw earlier. Rather than Becky 's reserve, it excited Peter at the undercover nature of the idea, saying he 'd be able-bodied to strike hard something up the following day.

The evening flew by, with Tom and Sarah officious serving and clearing tables. Becky and Brenda were meddlesome in the kitchen, allowing Becky and Tom the abbreviated of grin as they passed. Edgar Guest were a mix of cats, dogs and a pair of humans. Guests all asked about mermaids and opportunities for a fishing trip, all foreboding well for the summer ahead.

Balthasar appeared at the bar during the busy evening and whilst clarification void chalk Tom passed him the lean, saying"Dwayne Dibley's list."Balthasar folded the lean without reading it, thanked Tom and left him to continue with his piece of work, not wanting to progress to small talk.

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

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

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

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

"It's some old-fashioned trumpery, 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 program.

Tom wasn't surely how well it would be received, although dogs seemed to be a little more unresolved about sex and relationships than humans or cats. Once he outlined his idea to Thomas, Dylan Thomas was all for it and slapped him on the rear to congratulate him.

"Oh, no, it's kind of romanticistic in a doggish way ..."Thomas laughed."I'm sure quite a few of our parents met in similar ways, not quite coiffure marriage ceremony but almost ..."

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

The pair re-entered the pub separately to stave off suspicion. Soon Tom was interfering again, clearing tabular array and serving beer to the Captain 's table. Becky 's female parent was there, so Becky would n't be staying late, letting Tom off any late-night kitchen liaisons.

Lucy and Peter had left and none of her sis were present either, so Tom was looking forward to a shower bath and a bed to himself as the patronage dwindled. kitten walked Balthazar back home, 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 delay for pot's recurrence.

Tom felt relieved as he made his way to his room. He lost his charge and socks and picked up a towel to shit his way to give a rain shower. With all the guests in bed, Tom enjoyed wandering the stairwell and corridors in the dark, using his cat 's night vision to lead his way.

The pub's upper berth flooring were a solid mixture of Guest and intimate scents, Tom recognising some, others he couldn't. Entering the bathroom Tom exhaled a sigh of rilievo, 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 perfume 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 paws loosened his belt and shorts. Tom could feel her warm breath on the vertebral column of his cervix, causing the hairs to endure on end as she pecked kisses. His shorts fell to the floor, and a paw delved into his boxers to stroke his growing humanity, as she purred.

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

Her shadower worked its way into around Tom's waist and into his boxers, pulling them down. Her tail then tucked through his stage, stroking between his egg and rear entrance. The soft fur at the end of her tail teased and excited Tom, as Clair's paw stroked his ray, with her purring in his ear.

Clair no longer needed to check Tom, so her one leg pulled his shirt over his head. She cast his tee shirt to one side as she nibbled his ear, and his hands reached over his head to stroke her pinna behind him. Clair pulled Tom around to confront her and wrapped her forelegs around his neck and her hind legs around his waist, purring whilst her tooshie seductively stroked his calamus and rear.

Clair was light to carry, and Tom was enjoying her tail stroking him. She was more sexually cognizant than her sister Lucy. Her paw pulling his face to her to kiss him and her one paw able to stroke his raise passage. Cats were much more erotic than dogs, although his only dog experience was with Becky and she was improving.

"Can't you kittens let me shower down in peace,"Tom asked, chuckling as Clair purred, her derriere guiding his beam of light into her.

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

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

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

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

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

"You're bigger than any of the son on campus, but none have your tops sex toy nickname."

'' You seem very for sure of yourself, maybe you need to join me in the exhibitioner, '' Tom said, knowing cats aversion to water supply, he still hoped he may have a solo rain shower for a change.

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

She rose and dropped onto Tom's diaphysis, still hanging onto him as her buns stroked his rear passage, teasingly. Tom now seeing her comment as a challenge walked over to the shower tray and turned the weewee 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 fall onto Tom, wiggling her rear down onto his shaft, to keep her purloin, impaled onto him. The water seemed to just run off her fur. Tom thought she'd foiled his plan as she threw her headspring back into the water supply, 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 peter, pretending to delight in the shower as the water ran off her like a raincoat. Then Tom noticed her fur was getting saturated and flattening as it retained the water, giving her fur a luster, reflecting the bath light.

Clair was now grinding her hip into Tom, and her purring bank bill had changed. She was getting more than aroused, as her fur lost its weewee repellent properties and became a flat wet pelt. Tom could sense her dead body more as she moved and wriggled, the piss lubricating their energise eubstance. Her hardened nipples now stroked Tom's dresser through the flat, wet fur and he felt his stimulation growing.

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

Tom be given Clair against the tiled cascade wall and took over, sliding in and out of her. Her fur was no foresighted fluffy, but dilute and slippery. Her body felt different next to his skin, as he felt every wriggle, twist and tensing of her muscles.

Tom continued to beat back his irradiation deep into her, her lovely flaccid knocker squashed between them and her nipples teasing into him. He could feel her tensing, building up her coming as drove into her time and time again.

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

Then Tom felt her velvet burrow tighten on him and her back arched as her muscles spasmed with the flow of hug drug running through her. Tom thrust onwards, Clair was now hanging on as her body wracked with cramp of her orgasm, enjoying her muscleman tightening around him. Finally, he released into her, with her grinning as she felt the warm liquid inside her, grinding the last of her orgasm into him.

Clair relaxed, unwrapping her hind legs to abide, 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 piss 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 glad I did, that was so kinky ... Now, please facilitate me dry off."

Tom stroked his work force hard over Clair 's organic structure to advance the body of water out of her fur, working his way around her. He soon noticed her reaction whenever he was come together or in an erogenous zona. She was getting Thomas More and more erotically charged as the drying cognitive process progressed, her posterior 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 bollix up up, giving her an Afro hairdo, fur ball coiffure all over, and causing Tom to giggle.

"It's not rum, if the other kittens see me like this I'll never live it down. It will take minute 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 savourless 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 paries tiles and replace any wet towels with dry.

Entering his bedroom with his dirty laundry and a towel wrapped around him, he could see Clair, purring, wrapped around herself, preening on his bed. Seeing more than than normal spark entering the bedroom, he walked to see the sight out of his small window. Craning his cervix to see the beach and sea beyond, he saw a full phase of the moon moon appear from behind a cloud.

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

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

"Hmm ? Nearly midnight, make out 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 door into the street, now running to gain Mermaids Cove.

To Be Continued ... .