[Patch Island - The Xiao Long Cabin]
Yang was sitting in the living room, sprawled on the couch. Beside her sat her mother and her sister, all three looking mildly concerned as they watched the news coverage of what had just happened in the city of Argus.
Images and videos continuously flashed across the screen while the reporter explained how a mutated wolf had managed to bypass Atlas' defenses and enter the city.
Despite the large number of Huntsmen deployed, none had been a match for the wolf or its enormous array of abilities. They had barely managed to drive it away thanks to the intervention of Pyrrha Nikos, who had given the wolf an absolute beating, proving exactly why she was Mistral's three-time regional champion.
Some clips had already gone viral, especially one where Pyrrha delivered a spinning falling kick that smashed the wolf completely flat against the ground like a pancake.
The entire incident was impressive, but the most important part was the massive debate it had sparked regarding the origin of these animals.
Speculation was everywhere. Some believed it could be a natural evolution, that animals were entering a new era in which they were beginning to develop special abilities. Others thought it was the result of illegal experiments conducted by some unknown organization.
The discussions were filled with academics, experts, and countless opinions regarding what should be done about these mutated animals.
But Yang didn't actually care about any of that.
Without wasting a second, she grabbed her Scroll and dialed the emergency number displayed at the bottom of the screen.
Her actions did not go unnoticed by Ruby and Summer, who both looked at her in confusion.
"Hello, yes. My name is Yang Xiao Long, and I'd like to report a mutated animal north of Patch Island," Yang said into her Scroll with complete seriousness.
Ruby smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand the moment she heard that, while Summer hurriedly tried to take the device away from her.
"Yang, you're going to get yourself in trouble if you make jokes like that!" her mother scolded.
But Yang refused to let go of the Scroll.
Because this wasn't a joke.
She had done practically everything within her power to get rid of that rabbit.
She had fought it several times, which had not ended well at all. Because while Yang was getting stronger with every encounter, ironically, the rabbit was also becoming stronger, faster, and far more cunning.
She had also tried setting traps. The result was that the rabbit ended up dismantling them and relocating them throughout the forest, causing Yang to fall into more than a few of her own traps.
She had even tried negotiating with it, offering it some pretty good carrots in exchange for moving to a different forest. The result was not only that the rabbit attacked her, but that it stole the carrots before leaving.
The entire experience had been unbelievably humiliating.
But now, after seeing the videos of the mutated wolf, she finally understood.
She understood why she couldn't defeat it. She understood its strange behavior, its intelligence, and the ridiculous way it seemed to enjoy tormenting her.
Everything made sense now.
The rabbit was, without a doubt, a mutated rabbit.
And if that was true, then there was no way she could beat it on her own. She needed backup.
Not her family, of course. She had already asked them for help before, and all she'd gotten in return were refusals, rejections, and laughter in Qrow's case.
"All right..." the operator said in a flat voice from the other end of the Scroll. "Could you describe this alleged mutated animal and explain what kind of ability or physical alteration it possesses?"
Yang frowned slightly, annoyed by the operator's tone. The woman clearly wasn't taking her seriously. She took a deep breath and calmed herself, holding back several aggressive comments.
"It's a cream-colored rabbit of normal size. It's capable of moving extremely fast and can wield a rapier."
"Uh-huh..." the operator replied, thoroughly unimpressed. "Do you have any proof of this 'mutated rabbit' that would verify your story?"
Yang cursed internally.
She had tried to gather evidence of its existence more than once, but recording or photographing it had never been a realistic option. The rabbit apparently knew exactly what a camera was and destroyed any camera it found, making sure to stay out of frame at all times.
"I don't..." she admitted through gritted teeth, clearly irritated. "It's a very crafty rabbit!"
She tried to justify herself, but all she managed to earn were a few stifled laughs from Ruby and Summer, which only irritated her even more.
"All right..." the operator continued in the same tired tone. "Your report has been logged into the system, and a representative will be sent to investigate the 'mutated rabbit'..."
Yang couldn't believe it.
A small smile began to form on her face.
The system actually worked!
"In two or three months..."
Her smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Yang immediately regretted every positive thought she had ever had about the system.
The system was garbage. Fuck the system!
"In one or two months, the rabbit might not even be here anymore!" she shouted into the Scroll, completely outraged.
"Miss, please remain calm. At the moment we're overwhelmed with reports regarding mutated animals."
Yang blinked in confusion. "There are that many mutated animals?"
"Most of them are false alarms..."
Yang shot to her feet in frustration.
"But mine is real!"
"Miss, before yours, we have to investigate a supposed mutated cat capable of breathing fire, a horse that is allegedly telepathic, a slug that can spit smoke, a singing frog, a tuna that attacks Grimm in the ocean, a man-eating umbrella, and a flock of flying cabbages..."
"The last two aren't even animals!" Yang protested, gripping her Scroll so tightly she nearly crushed it.
"HAHAHAHA x2"
Ruby could no longer hold back her laughter, and Summer joined in almost immediately.
"We apologize..." the operator said. "But without evidence, that's the fastest response time we can offer for your report."
With those words, the call abruptly disconnected.
Yang stared at the Scroll in silence, fighting the overwhelming urge to smash it. She took several deep breaths and completely ignored her family's laughter as she headed toward the cabin's front door.
"Where are you... hahaha... going?" Summer managed to ask between fits of laughter.
Yang didn't even bother turning around.
"I'm going to get proof," she growled before storming out and slamming the door behind her.
—/—
[City of Argus]
Walking through the streets of Argus dressed in civilian clothes, a pair of jeans and a hoodie that partially concealed her face, the newly decorated Pyrrha Nikos moved about incognito, hoping none of her excessively enthusiastic fans would recognize her.
She wandered aimlessly, with little desire to return home. She had barely managed to slip away unnoticed, as the area around her house was packed with people waiting to catch even a brief glimpse of her.
And while Pyrrha genuinely appreciated the support her fans had given her over the years, she wasn't willing to sacrifice her privacy for them.
"Just a few days until things settle down..." she thought, deciding to find a hotel where she could hide until the whole situation blew over.
But while searching for a hotel as far away from her house as possible, she stopped when she spotted a fast-food restaurant.
Her stomach growled almost immediately, reminding her that she hadn't eaten a single thing all day.
Taking the risk of being recognized, she stepped inside. Fortunately, there weren't many people there.
"Order food, grab it, and leave..." she thought. "A perfect plan."
At least until a voice caught her attention.
"Well, well, look who showed up. The most famous redhead in the world right now," a male voice said, though the sarcasm in his tone was impossible to miss.
Pyrrha froze.
She wasn't sure whether to turn around or simply run for it before more people noticed her.
"What? Are you too good to spare me a glance now?" the voice continued.
With few options available, Pyrrha put on the polite, perfectly practiced smile she usually gave her fans before turning around to face him.
"It's not that, I..."
Her words died instantly when she recognized him.
Green hair, dark skin, and Faunus features.
He was the same person she had seen in the forest.
He was sitting at a table with a plate of fries, a notebook, and what appeared to be a rather colorful lobster resting on the tabletop.
Pyrrha was completely speechless.
"You..." she murmured as she approached in disbelief. "How are you even...?"
"Alive?" he interrupted with a small mocking laugh. "Certainly not thanks to you."
Guilt hit Pyrrha almost immediately.
"It wasn't intentional!" she quickly defended herself. "How was I supposed to know there was actually a wolf there?!"
Her voice rose far louder than she had intended, drawing the attention of several nearby customers.
She immediately lowered her tone and adjusted the hood over her head.
"Sorry..."
"What?" he teased again. "Why are you whispering? Don't want people finding out that PYRRHA NIKOS IS HERE—"
Pyrrha hurriedly covered his mouth before he could finish shouting, then quickly sat down beside him.
"Don't yell!" she pleaded in alarm, completely certain that she would not make it out of the restaurant alive if a crowd managed to catch her.
At that moment, a waiter approached, drawn by the commotion.
"Is everything okay here?" the asked, looking specifically at him.
The Faunus slowly turned his head toward Pyrrha. She immediately removed her hand from his mouth and shot him a pleading look, practically begging him not to rat her out.
He looked back at the waiter and nodded with a nervous smile.
"Everything's perfectly fine..." he replied, stammering slightly as he looked away.
The waiter's suspicions immediately increased.
"Are you sure?"
He nodded again. "Yeah... it's my fault for talking too much..."
Several eyes began drifting toward their table. Not just the waiter's, but also those of other customers who had overheard his words, which sounded disturbingly similar to something a victim of abuse might say.
"But it's okay now," the Faunus continued as he grabbed onto Pyrrha's arm. "At least she doesn't hit me anymore."
Pyrrha lowered her head and adjusted her hood, making absolutely sure nobody could get a good look at her, completely convinced that everyone in the restaurant was staring at her now.
The waiter pulled out a small card and quickly scribbled down a number before handing it to him.
"Take this. If you ever need help, or if she lays a hand on you again..." he emphasized while looking directly at Pyrrha. "Just call. These people can get you the help you need."
After that, the waiter finally walked away, returning to take orders as though nothing had happened.
Pyrrha barely had the willpower to lift her head. "That wasn't necessary..." she complained quietly.
He disagreed. "Trust me, it was very necessary, hahaha..."
He released Pyrrha's arm and returned to his seat and his notebook. "But let's say we're even now... for the time being."
An awkward silence settled between them until Pyrrha finally accepted her situation and figured that maybe she did deserve a little of that after leaving him stranded in the forest.
She let out a resigned sigh before looking at him again. "How did you get here?"
He continued writing without looking up. "Well, after I ran into the wolf, I threw my jacket at it and took off while it was distracted. I made it to the wall and came in through the main gate. That's about it."
Pyrrha felt relieved that nothing had happened to him... though she was also a little annoyed. "The Huntsmen never told me you were okay."
He let out a small laugh and looked at her with a mocking expression.
"I didn't know you were important enough for Huntsmen to report everything to you."
To her credit, Pyrrha actually looked embarrassed.
"They don't... but they could've at least told me you were safe."
He didn't answer, ignoring her as he picked up a french fry and popped it into his mouth.
"Why are you still here? Don't you have a wolf to beat up or something?" he asked with his mouth half full.
Pyrrha lowered her head slightly, her mood darkening. "That's not really what happened..."
"I know," he replied while continuing to write.
Pyrrha frowned."I don't think you actually do..."
He raised a curious eyebrow. "Wasn't your body controlled so you'd fight the wolf?"
Pyrrha's jaw nearly hit the floor. "HOW DO YOU KNO...?!"
She forced herself to stop mid-sentence when she noticed the waiter was already looking at her again from across the restaurant, discreetly holding a Scroll with the emergency number ready in his hand.
"How do you know that?" she whispered quickly, leaning toward him.
"Did you have something to do with it?"
Still not paying her much attention, he tilted his head toward the creature sitting on the table. "Not me... but he did."
Pyrrha's gaze immediately shifted to the colorful creature. "The lobster?" she asked, confused.
"Mantis shrimp, actually," came a voice from the creature's tiny collar.
Pyrrha recognized the voice instantly. It was exactly the same one she had heard from inside the dumpster.
"You... were the one who helped me?" she asked in surprise.
"Helped is a strong word. I just wanted to beat the crap out of that wolf, hahaha," the creature replied with a laugh.
Pyrrha was genuinely impressed. Not only had she encountered another animal displaying advanced intelligence...This one could also talk.
"Is it a mutated animal?" she asked, even though the answer seemed fairly obvious.
He thought about it for a few seconds before shrugging.
"Let's just say yes."
Pyrrha's eyes lit up with excitement. "Then... can he control people and enhance their strength?" she asked again.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, slightly annoyed at being interrupted yet again.
"Why are you asking me?" he said irritably. "When he's sitting right in front of you?"
He pointed at the mantis shrimp with his pen.
"I don't enhance strength," the shrimp clarified.
Pyrrha looked doubtful. "I don't have that kind of strength."
"You do," he replied calmly. "You just mentally limit yourself to avoid damaging your own body."
Pyrrha slowly nodded, remembering how she had suffered complete muscular failure the moment the fight ended. It definitely didn't seem like a viable combat style for regular use... Though it could certainly be useful in specific situations.
"Either way, thank you for your help..."
She suddenly stopped as she realized something rather important. She had been talking to both of them this entire time and didn't even know their names.
"What are your names?"
The mantis shrimp opened his mouth to answer, but he immediately beat him to it.
"My name is Aegis, and I'm an dumbass who doesn't know how to have fun..."
Pyrrha was completely baffled by the remarkably unmasculine wording and had no idea whether she should laugh or not.
"I see..." said the real Aegis, clearly annoyed. "Well, in that case, my name is Daniel, a perfectly respectable name for a prostitute with no self-control."
Daniel grabbed a plastic knife from the tray and threatened to stab Aegis with it.
"You don't have the guts to do it," Aegis mocked. "You need me. Without me, you'll never get home."
Daniel slowly lowered the knife, visibly irritated because he knew Aegis was telling the truth.
Pyrrha let out a small sigh. "I suppose neither of you is actually named that..."
Even so, she was still amazed to see a mutated animal capable of speaking and arguing like this. She hesitated for a moment before speaking again.
"Does Argus security know about him...?"
Daniel snorted indignantly the moment he heard the question.
"See?" he said, looking at Aegis. "You save her life and the first thing she wants to do is hand you over to the authorities." He shook his head in disappointment.
Pyrrha hurried to deny it. "That's not it!"
She really didn't want to turn him in... but she also wasn't convinced that letting a mutated animal roam freely through the city was a good idea.
"Are you going to turn us in?" Daniel asked, leaning toward her and invading her personal space. "Are you a snitch?"
Pyrrha thought about it for a few seconds before finally giving in. "No, I'm not..."
"Excellent," Daniel replied, picking up the notebook he had been writing in the entire time and showing it to her. "Since you're not a snitch, maybe you could give me your opinion on my plan."
Pyrrha looked at the notebook with some curiosity, though the moment she saw its contents she ended up even more confused than before. It was filled with strange sketches and lines that didn't seem to make much sense.
"You see..." Daniel continued with complete seriousness. "I'm planning to steal the moonstones from the museum."
"WHAT?!"
Pyrrha immediately jolted at the casual confession of a crime.
"Shhhhh... don't interrupt me," Daniel said, placing a finger against her lips before pointing at the first drawing.
"Step one: the shrimp and I infiltrate the Argus military base and steal a Bullhead."
His hand moved to the next drawing, where Aegis was depicted piloting the aircraft.
"Step two: Aegis flies the Bullhead while we pass over the museum."
He turned the page.
"Step three: I jump out in free fall, perfectly calculating my trajectory so I can enter through a small skylight in the roof."
Pyrrha's initial concern gradually faded as she realized that this was obviously nothing more than a terrible joke.
Then her eyes landed on a drawing of Daniel completely naked.
"Why are you naked?" Pyrrha asked before she could stop herself.
"Oh, that's in case I run into a sexy female guard and need to seduce her."
Pyrrha couldn't help letting out a small laugh, utterly incapable of taking his words seriously.
"I suppose after that you'll use dynamite to blow open the room where they keep the rocks."
A smile instantly appeared on Daniel's face, as though he had just experienced a revelation.
"That's a great idea!" He immediately began scribbling it into the notebook.
"Please don't encourage his stupidity," Aegis said, drawing Pyrrha's attention.
But Pyrrha honestly couldn't help it. It had been a long time since she'd had a relatively normal conversation with someone without that person starting to idolize her or ask for autographs within five minutes of meeting her.
"You do know there are security cameras, right?"
Daniel nodded calmly. "I know. That's why I'm going to disguise myself as someone else so I'll have somebody to blame."
And so the two of them continued refining the "fake" robbery plan, forgetting about the wolf, the fans, and practically every other problem in their lives for a little while.
Eventually, night began to fall.
"I think it's time for me to go," Pyrrha said, glancing out the window.
Daniel nodded.
"Ah, right... that's true..." he murmured as he picked up Aegis and placed him into Pyrrha's hands. She looked down at him in confusion.
But before she could ask anything, Daniel spoke.
"I need you to do me a favor and take the shrimp with you for the night."
"Why?" Pyrrha asked, not understanding.
"You see... I have... some business to take care of... and I can't bring Aegis with me."
"Which is just another way of saying he's going off to find someone to sleep with," Aegis immediately interrupted.
Pyrrha stiffened slightly upon hearing how bluntly he accused Daniel of going out to hook up with someone, practically calling him a slut.
"I'll repeat that it's important business..."
"Yeah, he's definitely going to fuck somebody."
"Oh, both of you can go to hell," Daniel growled as he stood up, grabbed his notebook, and started walking away.
Pyrrha panicked slightly.
"And what am I supposed to do with him?"
She set Aegis back down on the table while watching Daniel leave.
Daniel turned his head slightly without slowing his pace.
"I don't know... let him teach you a move or two. I'll come pick him up tomorrow."
And with that, he finally left the restaurant, leaving Pyrrha alone with Aegis.
"You train people?" Pyrrha asked curiously.
"I do."
"And you can train me?"
"Dodge!" Aegis suddenly shouted as he grabbed a knife from the table and hurled it straight at her.
Fully alert, Pyrrha ducked on instinct, allowing the knife to fly past her and bury itself in the wall.
"Yeah, I can work with you... or are you scared?"
A bead of sweat slowly rolled down Pyrrha's forehead as she worried about the kind of training this shrimp had in mind.
But then she remembered the movements she had performed against the wolf and saw this as an opportunity.
She straightened up again. "I'm ready!"
She nodded confidently as she picked up Aegis and placed him on her shoulder, preparing to leave the restaurant.
However, she barely managed to take a few steps before the waiter stopped her, appearing directly in front of her and pressing a bill against her face.
Daniel had left without paying.
And the tab was anything but small.
—/—
[Warning!]
The following section contains mild bestiality content. If you're not interested, feel free to skip it; you won't miss anything important to the story.
—/—
[Kirio's Restaurant]
It was nighttime at the restaurant, and at last, everything was quiet. The last tables had already been cleaned, the main lights turned off, and only a faint smell of food still lingered in the air.
Upstairs, in the upper floor of the building that also served as her residence, Kirio was getting ready for bed. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders, and she wore a light, comfortable black nightgown adorned with small trims and ribbons.
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She walked barefoot across the room, switching off the last light.
Or at least, that was what she had intended to do.
Just as she was about to finish, she heard a noise outside, near the dumpsters.
Kirio stopped and let out a tired sigh.
"The raccoons again?" she wondered, frowning slightly.
Although she was fairly certain she had gotten rid of those little troublemakers the week before, she also didn't want to find the alley covered in trash the next morning.
Resigned, she slipped on a pair of sandals, grabbed a flashlight, and headed out through the back door.
"You'd better not be getting into my garbage," she muttered as she swept the alley with the flashlight beam. "We had a deal. You leave my trash alone, and I give you the leftovers..."
Her words died in her throat when she turned the corner.
The flashlight illuminated a large canine figure.
It wasn't the raccoons.
Kirio's eyes widened in surprise as she recognized the enormous white wolf she had met the day before.
The moment the light fell on him, the wolf turned his head to look at her. His tongue was hanging out, and there was an almost friendly expression on his face as he stared at her.
For several seconds, neither of them said a word.
Kirio was the first to react, smiling warmly.
"What's the matter, boy?" she asked softly. "Are you lost?"
The wolf responded with a short bark.
Kirio tilted her head curiously. "No?" She brought a finger to her chin, thinking for a moment before it clicked. "Don't tell me you're here for food."
The wolf let out a sharper bark and gave a small hop that practically confirmed the answer.
Kirio laughed. "Of course. I should've guessed."
Without wasting any more time, she turned around and went back to the rear entrance. Opening the door, she stepped aside, clearly inviting him inside. After all, she never turned away a hungry mouth.
The massive wolf didn't hesitate. He immediately walked in, passing beside her with a confidence that made Kirio smile.
"Wow, you really do like my cooking," she commented as she closed the door behind them.
The two then made their way to the kitchen.
Kirio opened the refrigerator and began pulling out ingredients. She grabbed some meat and several vegetables she could use to prepare a quick meal without much effort, yet still of high quality.
While she cooked, the wolf wandered around the kitchen, observing everything around him. Sometimes he looked at the utensils, other times he watched Kirio work, following her every movement with obvious curiosity about what she was preparing.
Having a giant wolf walking around the kitchen probably wasn't the most hygienic situation in the world, but Kirio wasn't concerned.
"As long as the health inspectors don't find out, I suppose I'll be fine," she thought with amusement.
Besides, she could always clean up afterward.
It didn't take long for her to finish.
When she finally set the plate down in front of him, the wolf immediately started eating.
Kirio crouched down with a smile as she watched him eat.
"Wow, you really were hungry," she commented with a laugh as she ran a hand through his white fur, which turned out to be surprisingly soft.
As soon as he finished eating, the wolf lifted his head and looked at Kirio. He licked his lips contentedly and, before she could react, buried his face between her ample breasts.
Kirio blinked in surprise.
"What's your fascination with breasts?" she asked curiously.
The wolf's only response was to wag his tail back and forth while his warm breath tickled the cleavage between her breasts.
Kirio let out a small laugh. "Yeah, you definitely like them."
For her own amusement, she cupped her breasts with both hands and gently pressed them against the wolf's face, rubbing them lightly against his muzzle.
At first, it seemed like an innocent game.
However, the game got out of hand when the wolf suddenly moved forward, causing Kirio to lose her balance.
"Ah!"
She fell backward onto the floor with a small cry of surprise. She wasn't hurt, but during the fall one of her breasts slipped free from her nightgown, leaving her nipple exposed.
Kirio remained somewhat confused for a few seconds. As she tried to sit up, she felt something wet between her breasts.
A quick glance revealed that the wolf was licking her cleavage. His wet, slightly rough tongue moved across the skin between her breasts in quick, warm strokes, leaving behind a damp, glistening trail.
"Hey, stop that...! That tickles!" she protested with a laugh.
The wolf didn't seem to listen and continued what he was doing.
Kirio kept laughing for several more seconds. However, the laughter abruptly stopped when a small moan unexpectedly escaped her lips as she felt his tongue brush along the side of one of her breasts.
Little by little, the laughter faded away.
The wolf continued tracing the skin of her chest, leaving behind a strange, warm, lingering sensation that she found curiously pleasant.
Kirio watched him without pushing him away.
"That's not bad..." she admitted quietly.
As the minutes passed, her breathing gradually became slower and more uneven while the wolf continued licking along the curve of her breasts, inching closer and closer to her nipple.
She knew perfectly well that she should stop him.
The question was whether she actually wanted to.
It became difficult to think clearly while feeling the steady advance of that tongue. She noticed her nipple beginning to harden from the small pleasurable sensations spreading through her body and swallowed when she realized it.
She had to make a decision.
Should she listen to reason or to her intrusive thoughts?
"This is a bad idea..." she murmured to herself.
Even so, she didn't push him away.
She lightly bit her lip and eventually let her head fall back, closing her eyes for a moment.
Curiosity won.
At that exact moment, the wolf's tongue moved forward and gave her hardened nipple a long lick, sending a shiver through her entire body.
The first lick felt good, and the ones that followed were even better.
The wolf's tongue continued to glide over her nipple again and again in long, steady strokes, warm and wet, while Kirio's body writhed across the floor, her breathing growing more labored with every passing moment.
It felt surprisingly good.
Almost without realizing it, one of her hands rose and began stroking the wolf's head.
"Good boy... such a good boy~ ♡" she moaned softly.
The wolf seemed to understand the praise because his tail wagged with even more enthusiasm as he continued, licking her with obvious eagerness.
However, to Kirio's surprise, her eyes flew open when she felt the wolf begin to suck on her nipple.
"Ahmmm...!"
A moan escaped her lips as the animal suckled insistently again and again, gently tugging at her hardened nipple. Her back arched when the wolf began pulling her nipple backward, taking part of her breast with it and stretching it in a way that made her entire body shudder with pleasure.
"Bad boy!... Bad boy!..." she moaned repeatedly, though without any real conviction.
Her words sounded more like encouragement than a scolding.
She could feel her panties growing wetter and wetter from the delicious experience.
Eventually, the wolf released her nipple, allowing Kirio's back to settle against the floor once more.
"Ah... ah..." she breathed heavily as tiny beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.
She didn't know exactly what had just happened, but she was certain it had felt better than anything she had ever experienced before.
Her gaze settled on the wolf, who was panting above her.
If she'd already come this far... why stop now?
With slow movements, she pulled her other breast free from her nightgown, giving it a slight shake to draw the animal's attention toward the nipple that had yet to receive any loving attention.
"Aren't you going to play with this one?" she asked in a teasing tone.
The wolf didn't need a second invitation.
He immediately lunged at the untouched nipple and began licking it without hesitation.
"Hahaha..." A small laugh mixed with a moan escaped her lips, amused by the animal's impatience.
"Easy there... nobody's going to take them away from you... ♡"
The wolf, completely focused on his task, didn't seem to hear her. He continued licking and suckling enthusiastically, his warm, wet tongue roaming across the sensitive skin of her breasts.
Kirio smiled in satisfaction while one of her hands massaged the breast that had been left unattended. She closed her eyes, simply enjoying the moment and all the sensations flowing through her body.
Her thighs rubbed together. The tingling in her pussy gradually intensified, accompanied by the warm, damp heat spreading throughout her body.
"Yes... yes... YEEEES!" she suddenly moaned.
It didn't take long for her to reach a small orgasm.
A trembling cry escaped her lips as her body briefly tensed before relaxing. Pleasure surged through every muscle, leaving her weak for several seconds, her pussy throbbing and leaking her juices.
When it was over, she remained sprawled across the floor, allowing the wolf to continue entertaining himself with her nipples.
They remained hard, wet, and slightly swollen from all the attention and suckling they had received, glistening under the dim light.
Kirio tried to gather her thoughts.
She draped an arm over her eyes as she slowly caught her breath, still processing what she had just allowed and how little guilt she actually felt about it.
But before any feelings of remorse could surface, she felt movement.
The wolf took a few steps forward on top of her.
Suddenly, Kirio felt something warm, heavy, and firm resting between her breasts.
She moved her arm away from her eyes and looked down.
There she found the wolf's large canine cock resting between her breasts.
It was hot, heavy, and carried a strong scent, though not an unpleasant one. Small droplets of pre-cum gathered at the tip and slowly dripped onto her collarbone, trailing down the skin of her neck in warm rivulets.
Kirio's eyes widened.
Her breathing immediately quickened again.
She remained motionless for several seconds, unable to tear her eyes away from that monster as her heart pounded in her chest.
Now she had a decision to make.
—//—
Author's Note:
We're starting off easy. I'll be splitting the bestiality section into three parts: this is the first one, the next chapter will be the second, and one more after that to wrap everything up.
When I die and finally meet God, I'm pretty sure the conversation will go something like this:
God: Did you do good in life?
Me: I made a lot of people masturbate.
God: Do you think that's doing good?
Me: I mean, I made them feel 'good', didn't I?
Then he'll probably send me straight to Hell.
Since I hope you enjoy the chapter, and since it's longer than usual, I want my comments, you rats!
Kisses and hugs!