“Hey, is this seat taken?” 

On an unassuming Friday evening, Kayla was sat at the bartop. Alone, save for the remains or what was once a bright, fruity cocktail and the other clients around her. She didn't recognize any of them and, until now, they'd not bothered to approach her, either. Not to say she'd been trying to avoid them or vice versa, but unlike her younger peers dressed in their best, seeking attention, she was dressed comfortably: a t-shirt bearing a band she fancied, a jacket over that, unzipped, and a baggy pair of jeans. She found her physique unappealing and so she tried to conceal it, though if anyone asked, it was to brace for the chilly breeze that came off the oceanfront view the beach bar afforded as the sun set under the waves. Apparently some people were not deterred by her wardrobe, though, nor the wings folded neatly on her back betraying her fruit bat heritage. 

“Hm? Oh, no no, it's fine,” Kayla responded, barely sparing a nervous glance back to acknowledge the sharply dressed, colorful woman who slipped into the spot next to her. She turned back to her drink and glanced innocently around at the memorabilia and the menu without realizing the newcomer was looking her over. 

“Getting pretty chilly out! Would have brought my coat if I'd known the sea breeze would be so strong tonight…” Kayla smiled a little at their remark and turned to face them a bit more readily. She was nervous but since her friends had left, she'd definitely been feeling in need of social interaction. The strong drinks on an otherwise lightweight drinker like her helped, too. 

She got her first good look at the other woman and she immediately felt a bit intimidated, and yet endeared, by the other. She was a larger woman, taller than her, and mostly red panda with something else mixed in there she couldn't quite place. A long mane of wavy hair, groomed but only simply arranged to keep out of her eyes, fell around her shoulders which held up a stunning, sleeveless red dress that plunged far enough to show off without being too scandalous. But she wasn't just taller or bustier than her, she was stronger, too. Pulling herself away from the sight of her bosom and working her way up, she saw how her arms were thick, fluffy (doubtless why she chose so minimal clothing for a cold night) but with definition. If they were both the same weight, then she carried hers much differently than the chubby fruit bat. 

Only after a few moments did she realize she was staring awkwardly and she fixed her gaze on the other's piercing… brown eyes? They seemed to shift a bit with the light and Kayla felt a bit smaller under their scrutinizing gaze. “Heh… maybe! But you ah… wouldn't be able to show off your dress as well,” Kayla responded in a simple compliment. Wouldn't have made her feel much different to normal if not for the little flash of teeth she got from their smile, sending a little tingle down Kayla's spine.  

“True! I suppose I've got enough insulation to make it through,” she quips, glancing back and prompting Kayla to do so, too, and see her large, bushy striped tail swaying behind her before carefully wrapping itself around the legs of her chair. Again, Kayla found her gaze lingering, not just on the thick, strong legs, or comically large tail, but her butt, too. The dress was rather clinging and “pronounced” all the way down to mid-thigh where it stopped and showed off more bare fur. “It's not as hard to deal with as you might imagine,” she comments, breaking Kayla out of her trance and jerking her gaze back up to see her smiling at her still. “Bit hard to shop clothes around but can't be nearly as bad as your wings are,” she concludes with a knowing nod to Kayla. 

She blushed a bit at the mention of her wings but the little flutter they gave was adorable. “Yeah, a little,” she replies with a giggle as the conversation seems to trail off. She assumed it was just a nice little exchange of pleasantries, she’d order a drink, and be off hunting for… a date? Was that really all people came to the bar to do? She didn’t think so but it always seemed like she always heard it was the best hook-up place, but anytime anyone went there and asked around, people were just there to “drink and have a good time”. 

Commentary aside, she was surprised when the stranger pressed onward, asking, “So, you here with your friends?” she asks innocently enough, glancing around towards where Kayla’s kept drifting but seeing nothing other than patrons milling about. Then, looking a bit more somber, she adds, “You didn’t have a date stand you up, did they?” she asks again, sounding more concerned. 

Kayla had already turned back to her to respond, ears shooting up as she tried to imagine why the bat was here on her own. Certainly wouldn’t have been the first time for the latter, but… “Oh no! No no, not at all. I came here with my friends,” she assures the other, who seems to relax a bit knowing the bat wasn’t here under negative circumstances. 

“Well, that’s good! They’d be really missing out if they did, anyway, you’re a real catch,” she responds, a deeper rumble emanating from her throat as she laid the compliment on Kayla so suddenly. It took her a long moment to process it before her eyes widened and her ears folded back in embarrassment. She had been flirting with her! This all made much more sense now! More sense, and yet as the blush creeped down her furry cheeks and across her ears, she found herself knowing less and less what to say as her tongue suddenly felt fat and cumbersome in her mouth. “I’m Kyra, by the way. It’s very nice to meet you…” 

“K-Kayla.”

“Nice to meet you, Kayla,” Kyra reiterates, reaching out and courteously shaking the shooken bat’s hand. She noted the way she seemed to stiffen up and grow awkward at the sudden assertion of intent, so she kindly reeled it back for the flustered fruit bat. “So, what happened to your friends? Don’t tell me they’re the kind to just up and leave their so-called friend behind…” she prompts Kayla, looking expectantly at her. 

This, at least, seemed to get her talking again. “O-Oh no, they’re just…” she trails off, trying to find the right words as her eyes only flit towards Kyra there and now, avoiding the intimate eye contact she was pushing on her. “They… wanted to go down to this dance club deeper into town. And uh… I can’t really dance, so I just said I’d stick around here. Enjoy my drink and uh…. Uhm….” she trails off, looking over at Kyra as if fishing for an answer as to what “this” was that they were doing. Bemused, Kyra waved the bartender over. 

“Two left feet, huh?” she asks, chuckling softly as she simply instructs them to get them a pair of drinks, of what Kayla had been having already. Kayla watched on in surprise at the kind gesture but Kyra would wave off any attempt to have her pay her back afterwards. “That’s alright, I’m not much of a dancer myself, either, despite the dress,” she comments, reaching down and tugging at the hem for effect before her eyes light up a little more and she adds, “If I’m going to get all breathless and sweaty with someone, it’s not going to be on the dancefloor.”

The innuendo didn’t fly over Kayla’s head, helped by the oh-so-telling grin that curled just that much more on Kyra’s muzzle when she said it. Instead, her blush deepend and she tried to divert, speculating, “Y-You do look like you get around to the gym a bit. I-It’s ah… v-very nice! Your body,” she compliments, wincing some at the awkward, too-blunt remark that she then quickly tries to amend. “You must do a lot of work to keep yourself in shape, I mean.” She breathed an internal sigh of relief. Smooth.

Playing along, Kyra nodded. “I do! I actually have a class down at the gym in town I teach,” she confirmed, rolling her shoulders and reaching over to accept a glass with one hand when they arrived, Kayla doing the same but clutching hers in both hands in front of her as she politely turned to better face Kyra and chat. “Was just doing that earlier today, in fact. But I let class out early on Friday. No point in working on a body you’re not able to show off, hm?” She and Kayla giggle good-humoredly at the joke before Kyra adds, “You have anywhere you go? You should swing by some time, come check it out. I’m usually around…” she offers. In any other circumstance, Kayla might have read that as a bit of a deprecating comment, indicating she was fat, out of shape, and in need of a gym. But coming from Kyra, it felt more like she was asking her out to a second date of some kind. Implying that this was the first one? She nervously swallowed down a gulp of her fruity strawberry drink, needing that little boost of confidence as Kyra did the same. 

“Well, I uh… I might consider it! I have been meaning to get back into it with the new year and all… or at all…” she murmurs, seeming uncertain, like it was a delicate topic to broach. 

Respectfully, Kyra nodded and tried to assuage her fears, saying, “It’s really not that difficult once you get started. Sometimes people just need that extra little push to get them going. A little support,” she suggests warmly. Kayla agreed, and she felt some of that nervous warmth keeping her on-edge take on a different, more wholesome feeling as Kyra gave her such a simple but inspiring offer. It made her feel… good.

“I… y-yeah, I think I will try and do that. Th-Thank you,” she says, sharing a tender smile with the red panda for a few long moments before they drift back to their drinks and then, a bit smoother this time, conversation again. 

“I really love what you’ve done with your hair, by the way,” Kyra’s eyes glance upward at the blue highlights that tipped Kayla’s bangs. “Matches your Alliance jacket,” she remarks with a bit of awareness that Kayla had not been expecting at all. “I thought about doing mine but my stylist thinks I’d just have too many contrasting colors at that point,” she dismissively remarks, prompting a little giggle from Kayla as she pointedly turns her muzzle to show off those very colors. “Do you still play…?” she asked, to a bat very quickly warming up to her.

“Well…”

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“Eheheh!”

Kayla’s emphatic giggling filled the small apartment living space as she and her newfound friend sat on her bed and crowded around her modestly sized TV, playing on the Switch. Mario Kart had seemed like the easiest choice (and least likely title under that brand to undermine their new relationship) and it had done wonders to help Kayla loosen up and get into the zone. The bar was surrounded by people she didn’t know and while Kyra was still more or less a wildcard, Kayla felt much more at ease here. Kyra got to see the more emphatic and genuine side of the flighty fruit bat, and she loved what she saw, even if the race results said otherwise. 

“Ahhh, you little sneak! Hadn’t tripped me up on that last lap and I would’ve had you,” Kyra laments, setting the controller to her side and resting a hand back behind her while the other rested across her lap. She looked over at Kayla who was springy and perhaps a bit tipsy after earlier - the walk back to her apartment not taking very long once she’d been invited back to Kayla’s home. She was feeling it a bit, too, but she wasn’t sure if Kayla quite realized it yet. 

She turned to face Kyra a moment later, the controller clutched in her hand. She’d done up her jacket for the windy walk back but it didn’t hide any more or less than Kyra had seen prior. The bat was chubby, and a bit small in the chest, but even her baggier pants couldn’t hide just how curvy she got down there. It was hard for the mind not to wander when sat next to such an endearing girl as Kayla. She would have thought the same of Kyra, too, had video gaming not stolen her attention away. Not that it couldn’t be won back, and easily, too. “You want to give it a go again? I can prove it wasn’t an accident,” she practically purred.

Kyra smiled, her genuine excitement was infectious, but she also had other things on her mind. Other things she was reasonably confident Kayla had been humoring the idea of, too. Not that she would have the willpower to push for it; that just made it all the more important that Kyra make the first move. She reached over across Kayla’s lap and took her controller in hand, not wrestling it away but just letting it be set down on the other side of her as Kyra scooted closer, leg brushing right against Kayla’s as she got in close. Any confusion was replaced with surprise and then burning embarrassment as Kayla felt that same hand come to rest casually on her thigh. She did not grab, manipulate, squeeze - simply let it rest there and let the implications speak for themselves. 

“O-Ohh…” Kyra gave a bemused little huff at her barely squeaked out response, but other than gently rubbing her hand back and forth, she did not proceed further as she looked Kayla in the eye, who did her best to look back like a deer in headlights. 

“We don’t have to take things any further if you don’t want to…” Kyra offers, her voice serious and sincere, not wanting to coerce the bat into something she wasn’t comfortable with. It would be a great injustice to spoil such a sweet fruit as her. 

Thankfully, and perhaps expectedly, Kayla hastily shook her head. “N-No! No, I… I do want this. I just… wasn’t sure if you would…” 

She trails off, prompting a warm smile from Kyra who, hearing what she needed, let her hand slip up the bat’s thigh and under her jacket, rubbing over soft belly and even softer fur as she surreptitiously eased that garment up, ruffling up the bat’s clothing as much as it was ruffling up their desires to feel each other this close. “Don’t worry, we can go slow…”

Kyra’s offer isn’t denied this time, and instead she leans back a bit, letting the advancing panda’s paw slide up towards her bra, nudging and prodding teasingly at the fabric there before retreating, leaving Kayla feeling exposed. She did not reciprocate the touches despite how close Kyra sat and how open she made herself for Kayla to sample as she liked. It almost worried her, that she’d lied and she didn’t actually want this, but she had a hunch there were other factors at play here, not the least of which being she did not know where to start. So Kyra reached for her own clothes this time, intending to kill two birds with one stone. 

“Here, let me get out of this stuffy old thing,” she coos, enjoying the fact she knew Kayla’s eyes were glued to her body the entire time she reached back for the zipper, undid it, and then went through the tedious process of shimmying the thing off up and over her head. 

“A-Actually, Kyra… there… there is something I… I really think I should tell you…” Kayla spoke from her side, sounding fearful and anxious. Though Kyra did not stop removing her own dress until it finally slipped free of her mane of hair and was held aloft in her far hand before being deposited on the bed. 

“Hm? And what is that…?” Kyra asks, leaning back on her hands and delighting in watching the bat’s gaze wander from her face, down her chest, and finally widening and jaw dropping as her gaze finally came to rest between her legs. If Kyra had come from the gym earlier that day, then she must have stopped somewhere to change because her undergarments were a delightfully lacey set of pink lingerie. Bra and panties alike were frilled and supportive, yet also stood out and showed off that delightfully soft, white fur and the curves beneath. But… her breasts weren’t the only things being supported. “Heh… sorry, I can’t help myself when I’m around such a cute little bat.”

Kyra’s rumbling compliment is accompanied by one hand reaching down and tugging at the fuzzy white sheathe partially contained by the sexy underwear, revealing a hint of a red, pointed tip peeking from the top like a tube of lipstick. Kayla swallowed hard, mind racing and tumbling with all sorts of thoughts. But… most of them good. It was less fear and trepidation now that governed her stunned silence so much as surprise and a deep-seated desire being awakened inside of her. And the relatability. She felt more… connected, seeing someone like her! But… she wouldn’t even know that! She didn’t-

“A-Ah!” 

Kayla nearly jumped off of her own bed as Kyra shamelessly slipped her hand back over to Kayla and groped at her groin, capturing the concealed bulge there in her fingers with the confidence of someone who knew it was there, or where it would be. Kyra grinned toothily as Kayla settled down, letting it happen but turning to Kyra with a questioning look as Kyra made to lazily try and undo the button and fly with her one hand. The fact she was getting somewhere, too, proved this must not have been her first rodeo. 

“Mm, I could kind of guess from how you were acting. Walking…” Kyra muses, her pleasedness never lessening even as she undid the zipper and tugged down pants and panties alike to see what Kayla was packing. She was smaller than Kyra, certainly, but much like her own budding excitement, Kayla was peeking from her sheath, too, at all of the erotic suspense. “I was actually really hoping I was right. I hardly ever get to see anyone like myself. And those that are tend to be…. Well….” Her lip curls in amusement as her free hand not currently toying with Kayla’s member reached for her own and pulled her package free of the panties they were haphazardly fit into. “They are much more keen on flaunting what they have, to everyone. Not like you. A lovely, sweet treat to unwrap…”

Kayla’s breath quickens and a groan comes unbidden from her throat as Kyra makes a simple ring with her fingers and gently coaxes the bat out of her sheath with squeezes and stroking motions. “O-Oh… I… I am so happy, t-too! That you… you are…” she huffs, relief and excitement alike hitting her all at once to the point where she just sounded so emotional even trying to say the simplest of things. It was adorable, but none more so than when she looked over at Kyra and professed, “I… I haven’t had the best… r-reactions, before. When I tried to tell people about it. To show them…” 

Kyra’s gestures come to a pause at about half-chub when Kayla speaks and she frowns. “Aww, no, you poor girl…” she laments, reaching and turning over to grab the bat and pull her into a big embrace. No restraint, no reluctance, just a genuine, heartfelt gesture, like she was trying to extract all of those negative memories one squeeze at a time. “People can be so cruel…” she murmurs, shaking her head and offering one last tug before pulling back and looking the bat in the eyes for a long few seconds that seemed to drag on forever… until their lips met, all at once. Slow, sensual, but lasting far longer in her head than it did in reality. After a moment, Kayla was left smiling again on the bed next to Kyra, her taste lingering in her mouth. Putting those negative memories behind them, Kyra seemed intent on making this night very special for the both of them.

“S-So uh… what would you like to uh… to d-oh! Ohh… Heh….” she giggled nervously as Kyra reached over and took her hands in hers and brought them to her own body. One on her breasts, still contained in her bra, and the other down to her junk, free but with the panties still clinging on underneath. 

“Whatever you want,” Kyra offers warmly, letting Kayla’s nervous touches and gropes fuel her arousal. “You take the lead.” It was nothing intense as Kayla was as uncertain about touching and caressing her body as she’d been about trying to flirt back with Kyra. But she did want to return the favor. It wasn’t a lack of interest, just an inability to initiate that made it hard for her to take the first steps, much as she loved the idea of being together with another herm! Or she assumed she was a herm, too - she had not actually checked beneath her balls, and her meekness would not let her explore that far south on her own. 

“Actually…” Kayla started after a little while, eyes eventually wrenched up from watching Kyra’s member slowly swelling at her touch. “K-Kyra, would… would you mind if you uh… if you took the lead?” Kayla asks, hands retreating. But as Kyra opened her mouth to respond in the positive, she interrupted her. “B-But like… not just took the lead but were… in charge…?” she probes further, nervous, teeth-bared smile showing just how much Kayla was struggling to ask for what she wanted. She might not even know exactly what she wanted, but she had this strong feeling, from the impressions she’d gotten from Kyra, that she could give her exactly what it was she craved. 

Appropriately, Kyra’s brief look of surprise at her vague request quickly morphed to one of devilish delight, grin widening with such deviate intent that Kayla swore her heart skipped a beat seeing the new way Kyra looked over her. “Ahhh, I see…” she rumbled. Even her tone had changed, the way she carried herself - everything. She was still Kyra, but Kayla grew anxious and excited in equal measures that she may have just awoken a great beast. “Wellll… in that case, I think you’ll need a safeword,” she remarks, bemused by the way Kayla’s eyes go a bit wider at its mention. “Pomegranate. Because you’re just as sweet,” she purred, tail thumping against the bed as even Kyra had a hard time reigning in her excitement. “Or just a tug on my tail if you find your mouth indisposed,” she adds with lust practically dripping off each word. 

Kayla’s mind was racing again. She knew what she had asked for but this was going far, far beyond what she had been thinking of… and she loved it. “P-Pomegranate?” Hopefully her brain would catch up with the rest of her at some point. 

“Hm? We haven’t even started yet!” Kyra jokes, pouting and shaking her head at the bat who offers a nervous chuckle at her little slip-up. She offers a breathless “O-Okay!” of excitement while Kyra kicks off her panties and removes her top before spreading her legs on the side of the bed. “Good,” Kyra quips sharply, firmly, slipping into her role a bit more seriously now. “Now, on your knees. My dick isn’t going to get polished on its own,” she instructs, leaning back with one hand and pointedly gesturing at her member with the other which had slipped a little freer by now. It was still rather short but as Kayla clambered off of the bed and onto her knees between Kyra’s, she could see that it was only the beginning of something much bigger. 

“Go on…” Kyra encourages, not wanting to intimidate or overwhelm the bat too much right out the gate when she pauses before she’s even laid a finger on Kyra’s body of her own volition. Thankfully, that hesitation from before seemed less prevalent here as either her growing excitement or maybe just the appeal of having Kyra guide her through it like this made it easier on her. “Mnn, that’s it..” Kyra cooed pleasingly as Kayla’s soft digits came up and hefted her balls. The generous white orbs could easily fill one of her hands which made it all the more satisfying to handle them both with her cupped hands. Plump, soft, and yet firm. Very virile, or at least, that was what ran through Kayla’s mind as she watched Kyra slowly grow more and more aroused. 

“You like what you feel?” Kyra asks, tone unwavering despite the pleasantness of Kayla’s ball worship. The bat doesn’t offer a solid response, just glancing up at Kyra and giving a meek nod before her attention is back on her work. Except when she feels a hand slip around and down to her chin, pausing her ministrations as she’s made to look back up at Kyra. “Ah-ah. I want to hear answers from that pretty mouth of yours,” she instructs, letting the top of her hand brush affectionately over her muzzle while her thumb toys with the idea of parting her lips and adding a bit more lewdness to the thought. Especially as she adds, “And that goes for everything we’ll be doing tonight…” Kayla swallowed nervously at the bit of lewd foreshadowing, even as her own member sprung to attention. “Now… do you like what you feel?” 

Kayla nods again, but adds, “I do! Th-they’re very big…” she praises, earning a pleased look from Kyra and a little ruffle of her hair before she pulls her hand back, letting Kayla work freely again. 

“It’s not the only thing that’s big. You ever go down on someone before…? No lying,” Kyra asks, giving the bat a stern look as she tries to read through any sort of deception. She was doing it for information gathering as much as teasing. 

“I uh… y-yes? But it was only a few times and they… we stopped after we tried to go further…” she replies, briefly touching on a tender topic. It doesn’t stop her touching though, and Kyra lets out a pleased churl as her hands slide up to her sheathe and then her cock proper, helping ease that thing free faster now. 

“That’s fine - we all need to start somewhere,” she reassures Kayla, letting her guard down a little bit so she could flex her abdominals and have her cock jump just a bit more from its sheath. Kyra was no hyper-hung individual but it delighted her to see Kayla’s eyes grow wider as inch after inch slipped free to hang in front of her face. “Would you like to try your skills on mine…?” she probes, giving the bat a saucy look. 

She almost forgets to verbally respond again, but catches herself. “I-I would! I-I’ll try, anyway…” she murmurs uncertainly, letting her hands come up to either side of her shaft and hold it steady, angling it a bit downward towards her mouth. And then she feels Kyra’s hand on her again, this time between her ears. Resting there, not tugging or pushing, just a gentle reminder of who was in charge. 

“Do you want to taste it?”

“Y-Yes…” 

“Where do you want to put it?”

“In… In my mouth.”

“Good girl…”

Kyra moans softly, much to the pleased twitch of Kayla’s ears as Kayla pushes forward and takes the tip into her mouth. It was pointed at the tip, but grew much thicker the further it went down, and if Kayla was feeling it right, it got especially thick at the base. Just like her own cock. That became more apparent as the warm, wet feeling of her mouth around even just the tip made Kyra swell right up to her full size, minus her knot which remained just behind the fuzzy protective casing. She wouldn’t be needing it now, anyway. But just as she thought she was getting somewhere, slipping her tongue around the head, she felt the hand on her head gently urge her back and Kyra’s other hand came into view, grabbing her own cock by the base and waggling it free from her lips as she fixed the bat with a sultry look. 

“Do you like how it tastes…?”

“It’s… a  bit salty…”

“Mn…” 

“I-I do!”

“Do you really like how it tastes, or do you just like having my dick in your mouth?”

“I… I like a little bit of both…” 

Unable to hold back an amused grin, Kyra idly let her member gently plap and smack against her lips, her muzzle - just little gestures to help reinforce that dynamic Kayla had requested for the two of them. “Mmm, you have no idea how much I’d like to paint your muzzle white,” she rumbles, earning a bashful blush from Kayla who tries to avert her gaze before Kyra tugs her back into the conversation with another question and a poke with her member. “How far do you think you can take me?”

This one seems to take Kayla a moment to answer and Kyra allows it, curious to see if she’d opt for what she knows she can handle or what she thinks she can handle that would please her. “I think… about up to here…?” Kayla guesses, letting her hand wrap around Kyra shaft just in front of her knot. Kyra suspected she was falling into the latter category with that estimate. 

“Ohh, daring one, aren’t you? Do you want to test that right now…?” Kyra probes, reading Kayla’s uncertain look with delight but, rather than back out, Kayla nods. 

“I-I can try! J-Just need to…warm up, is all…” Kayla concedes, making Kyra smile and allow the bat to resume her oral work. She did indeed start slow, just slathering the tip in her tongue and sucking reverently, but with a little help here and there, Kyra let her start to slip down further each time. Fractions of inches at a time, slowly but steadily aiming for her goal of near her knot. 

Kyra was very stiff by now. With a little extra stimulation and the right mind set, she could blow in the bat’s mouth soon, but she was well in control of herself and the bat was still a novice, if spirited. “Mmm, looks like you might come up short this time, batty,” she remarks down at Kayla who glances up and puffs out her cheeks, almost seeming offended by the vote of lacking confidence. Kyra doesn’t let her dive down, though, keeping her pace steady instead and offering, “It’s okay. Can’t be a pro on your first time. Maybe we’ll get some markers and we can work on it for next time, hm…?” she inquires, to which she gets a rather positive reaction from Kayla. The wings fluttering, the stubby tail wagging - little subtle indicators she’d hit a good spot. But she was nothing if not thorough in her actions. 

“Hmm… or maybe… you’re just distracted?” Kayla perks up at the accusation and she looks up questioningly at Kyra, pace slowing a bit. But it was just the distraction Kyra needed to slip a foot down and gently press it against the underside of her shaft, rubbing it between her pads and the bat’s own chubby belly. She felt the gasp and slight lurch from the bat still halfway down her member. “Mhmmm… that’s what I thought. You don’t want me in your mouth…” Kyra drags out her words, letting them sink in while she delights in seeing how Kayla’s expressions change and her own member pulses in her loose grasp. “You’re thinking about putting this somewhere else!” she accuses, feeling as much as seeing the throb beneath her foot. “Is that what you want? For me to slide inside of you? Maybe you can take more of me back there than you ca-ah!” 

Kyra is the one caught off guard this time as Kayla slips from her loose grasp and dives forward, taking far more of her cock into her mouth than she probably should have all at once. She felt the bat’s nose press right up against her sheath where the knot was starting to make it bulge obscenely, and then rapidly pull back until she pops off of her member with a cough and sputter. Seemed she had not been intending to go that far, either. Kyra is left throbbing and slick in the comparatively cool bedroom air but the little upset had been far from unpleasant for her. Even Kayla still seemed invigorated, at least once she got past the brief throat swab that she’d unexpectedly endured. 

“Mmm, such a naughty girl you are…” she rumbles out once Kayla is looking better and she’s helped the young bat to her feet. “Getting distracted while servicing me? Trying to suck off more than you could chew? Tsk tsk,” she shakes her head and despite the light ribbing, she still has Kayla’s arousal pointing sharply in her direction. “I think I’m going to have to punish you somehow…” she muses, tapping her finger to her chin while Kayla watches on, nervously swallowing and with hands folded anxiously in front of her. “Alright. Clothes: off. I want to see everything you’ve been trying to hide from me, little bat,” she instructs, urging the bat away from the side of the bed so she could watch as the bat stripped down. 

Her technique was not exactly sexy, nor was she trying to be, but the innocence with which she bared herself for her partner at their request could not be understated. They could work on the intentional sex appeal later. For now, Kyra would stand and approach her, looking over her like an appraiser to fine antiques. Judging, but appreciative, and she enforced this body positivity in the bat when she took a more hands on approach with her inspections. 

“Such lovely curves on you. Child-bearing hips, nice padding, a butt you could kill for…” she earns a startled little squeak from her as she circles around the bat and gives her prodigious behind a jiggling smack. “Or with,” she cheekily adds as she comes back around to the front and palms at her breasts. “Such nice handfuls. Fun to tug and toy with, I bet,” she praises, earning a little approving gasp from Kayla as she does just that. But then her hand slips lower and wraps around her member, making the bat go stiff. “Speaking of handfuls, I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun, too,” she predicts, to the pleased groan of the bat whose hips were already starting to roll into her hand, only for it to pull away. “But not quite yet. I haven’t forgotten your punishment…”

Kayla frowned, a whine building in the back of her throat and she looked like she might open her mouth to protest, but Kyra’s stern expression didn’t encourage protests - only lewd thoughts as she felt a guiding hand on her back urging her towards the bed again. “Now, lie down on your back for me. I want to see you put that mouth of yours to use elsewhere, too…”

Kayla wasn't sure exactly what to expect. Maybe a kiss, or perhaps she was going to have her go to work on her balls? She could have just stayed in that position for that! But crawling up onto the bed with her fast friend and now sexual partner, Kayla couldn't deny the excitement it brought, especially knowing just how well Kyra could tickle her fancy. Heck, just feeling and seeing as Kyra slipped onto the bed behind her, creaking under their combined weight, was enough to send chills down her spine in anticipation. 

For a moment, she thought Kyra was simply going to drag the bat towards her and forgo her tongue testing, but when Kyra placed her hands on her, it was only to get her to pause and roll onto her back before she would move up above her. “Ah ah,” she chided, coming to kneel by her head and reaching over to push her back flat against the mattress. “You'll have plenty to look at in just a moment. Sit still, I don't want to kick you by accident,” Kyra warned.

“Kick…? Wha-oh!” Kayla starts, only to gasp as Kyra pivots on her knees and swings one leg over Kayla's head, suddenly plunging her world into a fuzzy muff of orange, white, and black. For a few moments, all she’d smell was a strong but pleasing aroma of female and musk, along with a slight, wet squish. That, and she couldn't breathe with a muzzle full of fluff in her face. 

It was only for a couple seconds before the fuzzy veil lifted and Kayla could better make out her partner's backside looming over her like a uniquely colored eclipse. Her tail, too, or the base of it, waved as Kyra craved back a bit to ask, “You alright down there?” 

“Y-yeah…” Kayla murmurs, feeling tense as she couldn't make out what Kyra was doing from this angle. She could only feel her hands roam across her chest, her belly, and her thighs as she felt her up and tried to release some of that nervous tension. There was also something hard and slick poking between her breasts which a strained look downward showed to be Kyra's member, finding itself cozy and at home in her limited cleavage. What she could see around her balls, anyway, which rested right by her chin.

“Relax… you and I will both enjoy this,” she promises as one soft but firm hand wraps itself around Kayla's member. She gasped and bucked her hips, but Kyra held firm, not letting her wriggle away from under her. Instead, she pumped her shaft a few times, delighting in how much she could make the bat squirm what with how into this she was getting. Doubtless being bombarded with the scent of her arousal was helping, though even having it dangling literally right in front of her face, Kayla needed some encouragement to reciprocate. 

“O-oh! Sorry…” she mumbled before focusing her attention back in front of her. Kyra was indeed like her, beating her own slit between her legs, nestled behind her balls, though Kayla would daresay Kyra did little to keep any aspect of her form “hidden”. Soft pink folds shrouded in her white underbelly fur, with only the barest hints of arousal to show Kyra was getting into it. Kayla must have looked like a leaking faucet by comparison as Kyra was already letting her other hand roam downward, palming at her balls and ultimately coming to run a pair of digits across her sex, feeling them grow moist at just the simple contact. She'd seemingly hit all of her buttons well. 

“Mmm, nice…” Kyra murmurs appreciatively as Kayla gets a few long, broad strokes across her folds, finding the taste oddly alien despite their similarities. Not bad, but tangy and salty, and warranting further exploring if Kyra's own teasing didn't keep distracting her. “Ohh, you're really getting into this, huh?” She teases softly, spreading the bat's folds with two fingers before letting go and applying pressure instead, amused to find that they wanted to sink in more readily than be pushed away. But she only did it for a moment before stopping and pushing her rump back at Kayla more insistently, tapping her nose and trying to bring her closer to her folds. “Come on, get on in there! I can take it, no matter how much tongue you're hiding in that dirty little mouth of yours,” she urges.

Kayla swallows, nervous but determined to try and pay her back, if even a little bit. Maybe the idea of surprising the cocksure panda called out to her, too, because she felt a surge of confidence when she pressed her muzzle to her sex and extended her tongue, digging deep and fast enough to make Kyra gasp and tense above her. “Ohhhh-hoh, now that's… mnnn…” she rumbled deep, giving Kayla a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. She even raised her hands to take a tentative hold on Kyra’s thighs and help keep her face to face with her sex. Not that Kyra was going to try and escape but the little confidence boost only lasted as long as Kayla could breathe and as long as it took for Kyra to up her own game. That was to say, not very long. 

She tried to go deep as she could with her tongue, fighting clenching walls and her own inexperience, but when Kyra started to finger her sex with one hand and run the other up and down her shaft, she couldn’t help but start to crumble. Gasping, tongue retreating, pausing to enjoy the other side and almost forgetting she was nearly being smothered by the other’s backside pressed into her face. Surely if Kayla had been on top, she wouldn’t have been able to keep herself propped upright the whole time Kyra went down on her, with or without the extra long tongue. 

But just as Kayla felt herself nearing some sort of completion, Kyra would slow down and her backside would lift slowly from her face, the previously unassuming folds now looking just that much more wet and ready to use. Although, when Kyra swung her leg back over and helped Kayla sit up again, all she could see was the bobbing red cock of her larger lover resting at ready between her thick, muscular thighs. She got the impression it wasn’t Kyra’s sex she would become the most familiar with…

“That was pretty good,” Kyra praises, coming to kneel next to the sitting bat and wrapping an arm around her reassuringly. “That tongue of yours gives you a real edge. Just gotta practice a bit more is all,” she adds with a sly wink to the blushing bat who tried to turn her head away, only for Kyra to reach over and direct it back towards her, pulling her into a kiss. Unexpected, sudden, and yet no less passionate as the wide-eyed bat felt the other’s tongue slip past her lips and invade her maw. It took a long few moments for her to process before she started to reciprocate, but the fingers twining through the wavy curls on the back of her head were hardly needed to keep them together for a long few seconds of kissing, muzzles turning this way and that, lips parting, and testing the waters between them before Kyra would draw them away again. 

“Mmm… I taste pretty good on your tongue…” she teases in a husky tone, getting a little heartfelt giggle out of Kayla. But it did nothing to alleviate the sexual tension in the room, only amplifying it by helping ease Kayla more and more into their mutual debauchery. It wasn’t long at all before Kyra was reaching across her this time to fiddle and tease with the bat’s erection again. “You came pretty close before, didn’t you?” she asks, getting an embarrassed but truthful nod from her. “Mmm… you haven’t ever tried to… go down on yourself, have you?” she asks after a moment, to a perplexed look from Kayla. “You know, with your tongue? It’s pretty dang long from what I could feel,” she points out. 

“A-Ah… I… It’s a bit too hard to actually reach down there and get anything meaningful, r-really…” Kayla murmurs in reply, squirming some as the hand around her cock migrated to her breasts, leaving no area untouched. 

Kyra’s smile widened. “Implying that you’ve tried to do it before…?” 

Kayla opened her mouth to disagree, only to grow redder around the cheeks and have her ears fold back as Kyra called her out. Not responding only made her presumption that much more true and Kyra chuckled at the idea. “Heh… maybe we can work on that some time? Might be all you need is a helping hand,” she suggests with a teasing tug on one pert nipple before her hand retreats and goes down to stroke along her own length, letting her pre and Kayla’s saliva from earlier really give the steely rod an alluring sheen. 

The look Kyra gave her was nothing short of desirous and Kayla thought she might cum from the anticipation alone if this kept up. “You want to go all the way…?” she asks, leaning in and breathing the hot suggestion across her ear like a melodious siren song. But, just as sincerely, she would squeeze the bat from the half-embrace they shared and add, “We don’t have to, if you don’t think you’re ready. We can take things slow…”

“N-No! No, that…” Kayla interjects, not wanting to let the opportunity pass her by or for her own insecurities to try and talk her out of it. Considering how much they’d done already, she hardly would have considered this next step “going too fast”. Her heart was racing, but there was nothing but willingness to see it through in her mind and body language. “I would like that. To…. keep going,” she clarifies, flashing her partner a toothy grin as she looked her up and down. It was hard not to focus on that rod being presented, knowing it was going to be buried in her before the night was out. Maybe even more than once. 

Kyra certainly didn’t want to color her decision too much, lest she feel as though she’d been pressured into the choice, but she couldn’t hide her excitement, either, when Kayla agreed, and she’d feel her bushy tail come around and affectionately wrap around her side. “Alright; have you done this before…?” she asked with a note of concern, keeping close and stroking soothingly at her arm as she spoke. Kayla nodded, albeit a bit hesitantly, prompting Kyra to probe a bit further. “With another person…?” 

Kayla folded her ears but rolled her shoulders and finally acquiesced, “Y-Yes. But… it was a while ago, and… it wasn’t all that great…” she murmured. “I have done it more with toys…?” she adds, uncertain. 

Kyra nodded slowly, understandingly, before giving her another reassuring smooch on the cheek. “We can work with that. You on anything, or you want me to suit up…?” 

Kayla swallowed nervously but shook her head, the reality of what they were going to do sinking in rather quickly. “N-No. Could you…?” she asked, to which Kyra would nod and then wait. She looked at Kayla who stared back with a blank, confused expression. Kyra almost looked expectant, as if she was supposed to be saying or doing something right now. Something… important… “O-Oh! U-up in the dresser, top shelf. Next to the… err…. Y-you’ll see them.”

Kyra gives a curt nod and slides off the bed, tail and firm rump swaying alluringly for the short trip over to the dresser, but not without Kyra calling back, “You get into whatever position feels the most comfortable for you, alright?” she instructed, already turning back to open the drawer and go rummaging around for the rubbers. “We can spice things up more later, once we’re settled. Oh,” her ears shot up and Kayla would see a predatory grin flashed back at her as she held up a pair of fuzzy cuffs she’d found alongside her little collection of “personal” items. “We’ll definitely be spicing it up some more later,” she promised, to the delight and fear of Kayla. 

When Kyra turned back around, box of prophylactics in hand, she’d be amused but delighted to see Kayla had turned herself over, onto her hands and knees, like she had been when she crawled onto the bed before. Except she wasn’t moving this time, she was presenting, with stubby tail flagged and waving nervously, and prodigious backside calling out for Kyra to take. It was clear that she was nervous, but exposing herself like this also seemed like a large step forward, and Kyra was all smiles as she stepped back towards the bed and rested a hand on that upturned rump. 

Even seeing it coming, looking back over her shoulder, Kayla would stiffen and clench in anticipation. “You are one damn sexy bat…” she rumbled appraisingly, and no matter how much Kayla knew it was just flattery to boost her fragile ego, it still made her feel good. Because coming from her, it felt like she meant it, and like she knew what she was talking about. And what she was doing, which was very soon to be her. 

She bit her lower lip as she watched Kyra remove one simple, pre-lubed condom and properly slipped it on over her canine-like shaft, all the way down to the knot so it could capture everything safely. Kayla turned back to face forward as Kyra slipped onto the bed behind her, breathing heavier in anticipation, but before she mounted her, Kayla would feel the cool slickness of something pressing against the tip of her own cock, too, which even at the slight contact would throb with readiness. “I think future-you will appreciate me doing this, too,” Kyra postulated as she slipped a condom over Kayla’s smaller cock, too, ready to prevent any unintended accidents that might come from their fucking. 

And then it was happening! Kayla grabbed at the sheets beneath her and tried to relax at Kyra’s insistence as she felt the larger, stronger herm slide up behind her, legs spreading wider so Kyra could slip between and have her feel that slick red rocket jab at her thigh. She felt so big like this - and she was big! Bigger than Kayla, anyway, so when she felt even the tip press against her folds, Kayla would gasp and flinch. “Relax… gonna slide in real easy…” Kyra assured her, scooting closer and firming up her hold on Kayla’s backside so she couldn’t wriggle her way away quite so easily. She waited for the opportune moment where she was relaxing before she started to push inside. 

She met resistance and tightness up ahead, but with how turned on Kayla had been getting over the course of the evening so far, Kyra found herself sliding real deep at a steady pace. Even when Kayla let go of the breath she’d been holding and suddenly her walls and muscles were contracting and clenching in the presence of the girthy invader, she did not slow down much. Kyra questioned just how much she could fit inside in one go and Kayla pondered if her cock ever ended as it slipped past the further point her toys had comfortably gone before, and eventually lodged itself fully, deep in her sex. Their hips touched and Kayla could feel those two pendulous orbs hanging heavy just by her thighs but all she could do was groan as she bravely sheathed nearly the entirety of her partner in one go!

“Ooo… wow, so tight! But those toys of yours really must have helped… mm…?” Kyra’s praise trailed off as she shuffled her knees forward some, jostling her cock inside of her some, and felt Kayla stiffen up, her moans growing sharper for a split second, like she was on the cusp of something. She rolled her hips from side to side experimentally, testing her movement and getting a very similar reaction out of the bat who barely managed to stifle back a whimper. Grinning, Kyra took a handful of Kayla’s rear in each hand and shamelessly tugged the bat back while letting her own muscles flex, giving those clenching inner walls a bit of feedback from her own throbbing cock.

That seemed to break the camel’s back, as she heard a sharp gasp from Kayla and then suddenly they were slipping closer to the bed, prompting Kyra to follow along behind her to make sure she stayed in deep, but also to keep the bat’s hips from bucking too violently against the mattress as she was pretty sure she knew what had just happened. “Felt good…?” Kyra purred after a long few seconds, reaching down and around the bat’s belly to feel the little bubble the bat’s twitching cock had created in the condom. 

Kayla gasped, and at the risk of being overstimulated, shakily affirmed, “Y-Yes!” before Kyra would pull her hand away and chuckle. There was a rustling from behind Kayla and while she was a little too mashed into the covers now and winded to turn and check to see, the sound of plastic and cardboard boxes was unmistakable. She whined as she felt the hand near her cock again, but then she felt that rubber sheath slip off… and then be replaced? It only took a minute or so, but every second meant Kyra was still buried deep inside of her and patiently biding her time so she might play with the bat. And, as she would disclose then, keep playing with her bat. 

“Good, because there are many more where that came from…” Kyra promised to the bat, still recuperating, just as she would start to move her hips properly. No grinding or adjustments this time - Kyra placid her hands squarely on the bat’s backside and started to thrust. The motion now was much more intense than simply having Kyra lodged inside of her. Maybe she’d grown more accustomed to the size in those couple of minutes, but it did not feel like it. Instead, it felt like she was being poked and prodded by a hot iron. But rather than pain, it was all intense sensations. Some of it was pain, the struggle of taking the bigger partner so suddenly and with such vigor, but the challenge and the motions and the constant pleasurable rub against all of her sensitive insides proved to be the dominating force that drove Kayla’s lusts to new heights. 

“How’s that…?” Kyra would huff softly between thrusts, not slowing down but maintaining her steady pace and relatively cool tone, while Kayla wasn’t even exerting herself and she was already a panting, sweaty mess, on the verge of cumming again if she wasn’t careful. 

Not that Kyra needed to ask in order to tell that she was enjoying this immensely, but hearing the flustered bat breathe out, “I-I love it! Keep… Keep going! Pl-Please…!” like a bitch in heat was like music to her ears. 

It made her want to take things a step further, and with only a slight hiccup in her rhythm, Kayla would feel the other’s hands slide up her back and push her further into the bed before finding her arms and pinning her down the comforter for good measure. She had to lean over Kayla more to do it, but it just meant faster, deeper thrusts from Kyra as she railed the subby bat with a more domineering position. 

“You like my cock? You want it?”

“Y-Yes…! Yes! Mnnnn-puh-lease…! I cah… I can’t… haaa-!”

Kyra opened her mouth again to keep probing for more triggering phrases or teases but she hardly needed to try when she felt the bat tense up again, with walls clenching powerfully but wildly around her pistoning cock, to the point where Kyra had to slow down lest she risked sending herself over the edge, too. Her confident grin only widened, though, as she relished in the sounds of eking out another climax from her willingly and oh-so-sensitive partner. 

“Damn, girl…” Kyra breathes out, her thrusts slowing down considerably so Kayla can ride out her orgasm in relative peace, eventually coming to a stop as Kayla would feel Kyra bury herself right down to the base again. 

“D’you… you think we should… p-pause… break…?”

Her panting suggestion was only met with the rustling of plastic and cardboard again, before the familiar feeling of her used rubber being slipped off her cock would be felt again… only to be replaced by another. A firm squeeze of her behind and a sharp buck would answer Kayla’s question and earn another moan from her as Kyra resumed her earlier pace. “Oh no, we’re only just getting started…”

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“Ah! AHHH! Ahhhh- fffffuck! Nnn-Kyra…! It’s ssssaaaa-!” 

Kayla’s pleas for mercy carried on high pitched tone and laced with lust were second only to the constant, wet smack of sex and hips colliding that had been filling the bat’s room for what felt like hours now. Tied off condoms seemed to litter the area of the bed around them and while they had certainly taken breaks, the time had almost been like a blur to Kayla as things progressed so quickly from pose to pose, position to position, and orgasm to orgasm. She had lost count of how many times she had cum, but the fact she nor Kyra (who had cum at least once by now) were firing blanks yet or slowing down was a testament to their desire for one another. 

And Kyra showed that performing for such time didn’t slow her down any, either, as she had hoisted the bat into her lap and was bouncing her relentlessly on her cock, over and over, to the lewd squelch of her knot knocking constantly against her folds the entire time. She was so thick down there, and Kayla had absolutely no delusions about being able to squeeze that monster between her lips. That did not stop Kyra, though. She teased and toyed with the bat, not just with her hands but by pushing Kayla down and rolling her hips up for particularly deep, grinding movements, letting her feel the threatening presence of that bitchbreaker wanting in for a long few moments before she’d relent and get back to bouncing. 

“Mnngh… too what? Too big? Haaa… I doubt… it…” Kyra huffed in reply, the position not being the easiest for her, holding Kayla up like she was, but the help of gravity and the fact that she could casually slip her hand around her leg and across her belly to jerk her off while they fucked was totally worth it. It was why she could still keep going, taking perverse delight in feeling and watching as she tried to pull Kayla down onto her knot again, and while it would not happen, the extra pressure was plenty enough for Kayla to start leaking another orgasm into her condom. 

Kyra would humor her this time, though, and let her own climax reach fruition this time, too, letting the massaging walls of her lover push her over the edge. Kayla could feel it, too, the way that hot load blasted down her insides and filled her up with each mighty throb of her cock. It was all safely tucked away in the rubber, sure, but the motions, the ideas, the feeling - it was what kept the bat perpetually on the edge with Kyra it seemed. 

----

It went on like that seemingly all throughout the night, with them working one another up between breaks and rests to recuperate and recharge, each time with a new idea or position to explore in their rampant quest for sexual satiation. They even ended up passing out together at one point, but that just made it so that when they awoke, their desires burned all that much brighter, but… not all that much smarter. 

Perhaps it was the nap’s sleepy fog failing to completely be shaken off or the sheer sexual exhaustion the two had inflicted on one another that had led them to slip up and make a mistake, but as Kyra brought Kayla to climax again, with her slipped up under the bat’s balls, going to town on her pussy while enjoying seeing the cuffs binding Kayla’s wrists together in front of her, something seemed to snap. 

And tear. 

“Nnnph…. Ngh! Mnn! Ungh… here… here it comes…! Tuh… Take it! Cuh… UM!” Kyra bellowed as she let herself go a little too wild all at once. She tugged Kayla’s legs back as she drove her hips forward, her swollen knot knocking incessantly at the bat’s inaccessible, clenching folds. Or at least, she had been treating them as impassable. She very well could have forced them apart if she tried hard enough, but she did not wish to harm Kayla in doing so. But in the moment, those inhibitions blurred and she rammed forward a bit too much, nearly getting half of that knot inside before the startled yelp from Kayla and the near-indescribable ache of trying to squeeze herself into somewhere so tight made Kyra jerk her hips back, sparing them both the struggle. 

But she was still on the edge, and didn’t stop herself from letting loose everything she had to give as deep as she (comfortably) could into the bat. And it did slip into her, as the two would worryingly come to find out, as that warmth seeping deep into the bat’s reproductive tract was not shielded by the condom which had not taken very well to the failed knotting from moments before. 

Neither quite realized it until a few minutes later, when Kyra tugged herself free after flopping forward onto Kayla and she felt her cock fall free onto the sheets… bare. She grunted and went to sit up and investigate, looking genuinely perturbed at the sight. “Ahh, hey, Kay?” 

“Mww-whaaa…?”

“It’s not a bad day for you, is it? Got a little technical issue,” Kyra warns, out of breath but not nearly as beaten down as Kayla who struggled to even lift her head up enough to look down and see Kyra lifting her hips, letting her see the tattered remains of the condom dangling off her cum-slick shaft.

There was a flash of concern in her eyes, and a few more where she was clearly thinking if it was, in fact, a bad day, but after a bit she either decided it was not too big a risk or perhaps simply the tiredness from their actions all night was catching up with her. Because rather than panic, she let her head come back to rest on the bed and sighed. “N-No, it… it should be… haa… okay…”

-----

And Kyra had been content with that answer, though she also made a mental note to offer Kayla anything she might need the following morning, if she desired. It had been an accident, after all. Yet it was not that which tamped down their sexual drive. That was attributed mostly to exhaustion and being overworked between the both of them. They’d pass out a short while later, only for Kyra to awaken nearing the crack of dawn, with Kayla on her back nearby, naked as before, and somehow managing to sport herself some morning wood. 

How? She had no idea, what with how thoroughly they’d drained each other the night before. And yet something about the sight caused this little spark in her - a spark of desire. To see her still so adamantly aroused despite everything that had happened? It was as endearing as it was arousing and Kyra made to make sure that Kayla woke up that morning to something very special. 

“Ooo, yeah… you are just… full of surprises…” Kyra murred as she lowered herself down onto the bat’s oddly draconic-shaped cock. The ridges and feeling were exotic, even if she herself was not nearly as big as Kyra. It was oddly satisfying if not wholly filling and yet it was just the kind of scratch Kyra wanted for that female itch she felt in her slit. Even through the condom, it was clearly a pleasurable ribbed texture, with ridges meant to stimulate and drag across walls with each powerful stroke. 

Kyra was getting a lot of that, but for the longest time, it did not seem like Kayla was. She was hard, thanks to a little stroking from Kyra, but she was still almost entirely zonked out on the bed. Even when Kyra sped up and the bed once more protested with its creaking and squeaking did Kayla offer only the sleepiest groans and moans to show she wasn’t entirely numb down there after last night. 

Right up until the last few seconds, where Kyra kept going, grinding deeper against the bat’s smaller but no-less-challenging knot in shallower thrusts. Right then, as she was contemplating sinking down and sealing her in or keeping her out for convenience’s sake did Kayla’s eyes suddenly flutter open, and a much more awake but drowsy moan slipped past her lips. She didn’t know what it must feel like to wake up to an orgasm but Kyra would be on the receiving end of it as her hips suddenly bucked up and hands grabbed at her sides, trying to pull her down onto her knot. 

And it worked! Kyra let out a startled gasp as the knot popped inside and started to inflate even as Kayla shamelessly groaned and let loose what little cum she must have still had to give. Where she had kept it stored, neither would know, but when Kyra popped off of her rapidly softening knot a few minutes later, she would find out it was clearly not being stored in the condom. “Shit… Kayla, I think…” Kyra starts, turning to look down at Kayla still lying on the bed beneath her but other than the waking orgasm and a little bit after where she seemed to be somewhere between sleep and awake, she would find the bat passed out again.

“Nnn… fair play, I guess,” Kyra joked softly to herself as she dipped a hand down and dabbed at the little dribble of seed leaking from her freshly bred petals. Ah well, she was pretty certain it was a safe day, anyway. And with how much they’d cum the other day, she doubted either of them were making much cum anyway. So she decided to settle in next to the sleeping bat and pull the covers over them, foregoing any previous attempts to minimize mess. They could clean up tomorrow. And maybe talk about doing something like this again…

--- Some Months Later ---

“Ugh… I feel like a fat sack of potatoes… nnn… and a sore one at that…”

Kyra smiled reassuringly at her girlfriend as they stood in their shared bedroom together. Kayla had moved in with Kyra not too long ago. After their initial hookup, it didn’t take much convincing at all for them to become a thing, taking great pleasure in each other’s company and teaching one another a lot about themselves. Kayla was encouraged and helped along through her anxieties and got to indulge in some of her kinkiest fantasies with someone she’d quickly fallen for. And Kyra got to explore the bat for more than just a quick pick up at the bar, finding great appreciation for her endearing personality and interests, in and out of the bedroom. It truly was a rare, if perfect, match. 

Of course, they’d also learned very quickly that the two were compatible in more ways than one…

“Looks more like you’re smuggling melons to me. Sexy melons,” Kyra replies with a warm smile as she looks over the pregnant bat with both pride and sympathy. After all, she had her own baby bump to deal with, nearly identical in size to her partner’s. She was glad they had hit it off so well, so soon, because they’d be having a pretty big family together soon…

“Mmm… I could certainly go for some fruit right about now…” Kayla mumbles, thinking longingly for a sweet treat like that. So what if they’d just gotten back from dinner - she was eating for more than just herself! Even Kyra couldn’t deny her that, though she had been very supportive of them both maintaining a healthy diet throughout. 

Though it wasn’t food on Kyra’s mind as she continued to look over her partner, that fatherly/motherly pride swelling up inside of her taking on a different, but no less swollen form as her shorts started to grow tighter. Something about seeing her lover heavy with her children, that she’d put there? While all the while, carrying a little part of them in herself, too? It was so uniquely erotic and Kyra couldn’t help but reach over and tug up the bat’s sweater, putting some doting, possessive rubs down on the bat’s belly. 

“Have I ever told you how amazing you look like this? Carrying our kids?” she purred, letting her gaze drift up to Kayla’s.

Kayla was blushing, ears folded, but her response was so much more confident now, thanks to how close the two had become over time. “Only all the time…” she responded with a loving smile back, knowing that for all she complained, Kyra would have her back. 

And on her back. Or whatever position she might fancy, as she’d go a little more wide-eyed feeling that hand slide up and towards one swollen breast for a teasing squeeze. “Well, you do. And I think I am in the mood for something sweet, too. But not food…”

Kayla seemed briefly surprised by the confession, not because she didn’t expect it, but because of how swiftly the topic changed to sex. The hormonal rush was strong, and thankfully it only took a moment for Kayla’s to catch up and gear her up to be in the mood, too. “That sounds nice..” she agreed, though there’s a moment’s hesitation as she looks back at the bed, then the doorway, before going back to Kyra. “But… can we get some sweets afterwards? For real?”

“How about we try and bring the food in here…?”

“But… then how would we… oh.” Kayla perked up as she recognized the vague insinuation, partially thanks to the wry look Kyra was giving her. “Ohhhh…” She smiled a little wider and her stubby tail waggled at the prospect. “I’ll go get the strawberries!”

“And I think we both can get the cream~”

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