Welcome to my first mid-length story in a while! I intended this to be short, like its previous instalment, but accidentally "cut it down" to nearly 5000 words during the editing process. Oops. 
 
This story takes place after Nighthowler but before the Choose Your Own Adventure I've been running. Judy Hopps truly embraced trying everything, and that doesn't stop when heat rolls around. Zootopia has plenty of exciting hotspots for a rabbit to get their rocks off, but being a heroic officer and the first rabbit in the ZPD, she couldn't let her sexual liberation risk her public image! Thus Judy created Nighthowler: a sultry costumed persona, a latex-wrapped comic-book vigilante looking to protect and serve citizens in a very different manner. Judy Hopps? Never heard of her.

Here's Nighthowler's saucy debut at a seedy gentleman's club in the heart of Downtown!

This version is exclusive to InkBunny, briefly featuring a minor of indeterminate teen age. If this makes you feel uncomfortable, there's an alternative version here.

Anyway, please enjoy, and drop me a comment letting me know what you think.

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	Judy Hopps really didn't know when to quit.
 
	Bright spotlights swept over her body as she sauntered confidently through the scarlet curtains and onto the raised stage. Behind the costume of her daring new persona Nighthowler, Judy Hopps' heart pounded. Near-complete darkness obscured most of the club, silhouettes of patrons picked out by flickering candles, dim lamps, or the cold blue neon of a backlit bar. Shadows bathed anyone not directly around the stage, turning them into little more than shifting shapes with glinting eyes. The only people Judy could make out clearly were sat right at the stage's edge, leering up at her with hungry grins. Judy squirmed inside. She didn't know what was more intimidating, the few faces she could see fully or the amassed anonymous figures staring from the dark. 
But Nighthowler? Her sordid alter-ego relished the thrill! 
 
	Judy wondered if anyone suspected it was her beneath the costume. Her silk domino mask, a fetching shade of purple that matched her bright violet irises, was pretty but hardly a thorough disguise. The thin band left most of her face exposed, only covering around her eyes. She slid her gloved paws up her uncovered belly and onto her shirt. The flexible navy-blue latex clung to her slender torso like a second skin, squeaking beneath her black gloves. Every swaying step pushed her short skirt up her thighs, constantly hinting at what didn't lie beneath. Nighthowler wasn't wearing panties. The only thing between her delicate pink pussy and the crowd was concealment; one wrong step would completely expose her to a sea of prying eyes. The thought made her so wet. She suggestively traced her paws around the small mounds of her soft breasts, catching stiff nipple tips between her fingers and passing over the police badge pinned to her chest. The golden metal glinted in the floodlights, polished to a perfect shine. It was genuine. Did the provocative uniform make it all too obvious? She was the only rabbit in the ZPD, after all.
 
	Nighthowler halted centre-stage, grabbing the vertical steel pole, her latex glove squeaking against the gleaming metal. It was not the first time she had done something questionable, far from it, but her lewd work in the seedy underbelly of the Downtown Red Light District had been through a discreet hole in a wall. Something to conceal her and anonymise them. Now everyone's eyes were on her, drinking in her every detail. Somehow it felt more sordid than kneeling in front of a gloryhole and serving whatever got pushed through. Now Nighthowler wasn't just a slutty nickname for a rabbit unable to keep her moaning mouth shut. Now she was a costume, a persona, a way for Judy Hopps to let out her inner animal and help the citizens of Zootopia in the process.
She shivered as she heard the familiar tug of zippers and buttons amongst the crowd and caught the rising aroma of masculine musk between whiffs of hard booze and cheap cigarettes. They couldn't reach her, but they could reach themselves, dozens of paws already fondling their dicks to the sight of her svelt latex-coated figure leaning against the smooth metal pole. They wanted to see her dance, to show off her scantily clothed body in the most erotic ways possible; this was a strip club.
	Judy had been practising. It was easy to explain her sudden interest in dance as something to aid her agility drills; she'd been active all her life, and joining the ZPD had only pushed that further. Who would've thought all that police training would end up helping her here? Her athletic body flowed like oil as she slipped around the post, elastic costume glistening in the dazzling spotlights. Judy tried to use what little weight she had, letting her movements glide in natural circles around the pole. Careful, methodical, always trying to control the eyes eating up her body. Everyone was looking at her, watching her skirt rising with every spin until it had almost entirely ridden up her thighs.
	Nighthowler bit her lip, equal parts nervousness and suggestion as she gradually lifted a knee and extended her foot; her face grew hot. Those closest to the stage would be looking up at her bare slit, already dripping with heated need. A glimpse. That was all she gave them before twirling around the pole once more, pressing the metal spire between her thighs and breasts with a rubbery squeak. She bent over, teased her rump, cottontail fluttering as her imagination ran wild. Who didn't want to slip their paws around her waist, pull up her skirt, and sink into her bare pussy? Judy moaned faintly beneath her breath, transferring into a quick cartwheel that surely flashed the entire club before landing deftly on her feet. Being Nighthowler was so thrilling!
 
	She wanted more.
 
	Her seductive gaze turned to those closest to the stage. Exotic figures that, were she standing on the floor, would have towered over her tiny frame. Now they looked up at her in awe, drooling from mouth and cock alike. Nighthowler smirked. She prowled forwards, one slow, flirtatious step at a time, her teasing fingers lifting the edge of her skirt as she swayed her hips. Up, up, up. She scanned across the patrons, searching for the right one. Judy had only planned for a quick dance routine; she was the warm-up act, something raunchy to start the night for the girls and boys who'd take it all off. But Nighthowler didn't just enable Judy's desires; she fed them, fuelled her lust. That thin sliver of purple silk tied around her face was freedom. It absolved her of all responsibility, allowing her to do whatever she wanted; who could blame a rabbit in heat for being horny?
  After careful consideration and a full lap around the stage, she made her choice. He was a zebra. Younger than her, maybe twenty, leanly muscled and very tall. Judy would only come to his waist if he stood up, though that was how most big guys liked it. The perfect size difference. She stripped him in her mind, imagining a firm body of meticulously carved black and white muscle rippling beneath his patch-covered jacket, wrinkled button-up shirt, and frayed denim jeans. Cheap cologne couldn't smother his wild equine aroma, not with his thick obsidian-black cock spilling from his open pants, radiating a haze of musk. A pearly string of precum oozed from its broad tip, growing longer and longer as he slowly stroked his impressive shaft. Would hung-like-a-horse be too cliché?
He knew she was watching but didn't try to hide it. Instead, the zebra stared back, intense hazel eyes rich with desire as he flaunted his majestic dick like an advertisement. If a gaze could be worship, he was grovelling, desperate to taste what Judy had to offer. Perfect. By the time Nighthowler stood above him, she'd hiked her skirt above her hips, completely baring her nethers. Legs spread apart, dripping pink flower on full display and rich with the fertile fragrance of bunny heat. Anyone could see Judy's pussy, but she showed him especially, playfully gyrating her hips mere feet from his face. Teasing. He wasn't the only one with something to show off.
	The zebra carefully leant forwards, chair creaking beneath his shifting weight. So hungry, heavy breath washing over sopping wet folds, the gentle sensation making them tingle. His potent scent drowned Judy's nose with every inhalation, casting her mind back to nights on her knees in front of a tatty tape-wrapped gloryhole. Nighthowler's bravado could stifle her excited panting, but not the embarrassed redness in her cheeks. It was so different to exposing herself to a hole in a wall, looking down into the eyes of someone starving for attention.

"Hello, big boy.” Nighthowler’s voice purred from Judy’s lips, a deliberately dulcet tone trying to hide her natural chipper beneath a veil of sultry confidence. “Enjoying my show?” Her smiling face bore the spirit of a hero coming to the rescue. Nighthowler was a hero, although she served Zootopia's citizens in a different way, providing something Judy and the Police Department could not. Sex was such a strange taboo. Everybody wanted it, but few would admit it openly and give in to their animalistic libido.
	He nodded, swallowing the drool welling in his open mouth. It was all worth it to see his expression, the unconstrained lust in his eyes as they flickered between pussy and face, raw desire mixed with caution as he undoubtedly wondered if this was some kind of tease or trick, clearly too good to be true. But this was no trick.
"Then how about I make it better?" Nighthowler whispered coyly. She sat down, perching on the edge of the stage, long legs reaching into his lap. All the while, her violet eyes never left his, as if trying to hypnotise through her gaze alone, not that he wasn't already thoroughly mesmerised.

	Suddenly the unspoken barrier between her and the crowd vanished. It was as if direct interaction had shattered some invisible field, making everything that much more real. Judy quivered. Was this too far? The rubber-sheathed soles of her feet carefully closed around his thick ebony girth, precum squelching against her toes as they joined his stroking hand. Warm, and so much harder than she'd expected. The thrill was electric, dancing up her spine, setting her fur on end.
"Does that feel good?~" Nighthowler breathed.
        "Y-Yeah." He grunted, slowly taking his hand off his dick and leaning back, watching lustfully as her feet enveloped his cock. Nighthowler explored him slowly, relishing every second it took for her feet to travel from base to tip. She didn't need oil. Enough precum drooled over her toes to thoroughly lubricate them both, and soon both stockings and cock were polished to an exquisite sheen. Her worship was zealous, reverent, every meticulous touch upon his magnificent equine dick intended to bestow pure, unbridled pleasure. Nighthowler rolled his shaft between her soles, feeling his pulse quicken as his breath deepened, veins bulging against her toes.
        She paid particular attention to his wide mushroomed tip, placing one foot against its sensitive surface and rubbing in tantalisingly slow circles, toes cupping the sensitive brim. Oh, he liked that.
	Hot pre squirted against her sole and poured down her heel, streaming over her other foot. Every slow breath filled Judy's sensitive nose with more of his harsh, untamed musk, making her head light and her heart flutter. It was dizzyingly strong up close. She shivered against her snug outfit, silver fur rippling in rhythm with the waves of desire rolling through her loins. His deep groaning only turned her on more. It felt so good to help those in need.
Nighthowler closed a hand over the small mound of her breast, squeezed. Glove and shirt squeaked against one another, catching her partner's attention. Watch my fingers. They slid, slowly, down her shirt and over her bare belly, descending between her parted thighs. She couldn't ignore her need any longer. Her digits paused to gently brush the soft thatch of fur above her slit before slipping even lower. She pushed two daring fingers against her wet lips and slowly scissored them open, baring her slick hole to him and the crowd around her. Moisture trickled out and dripped onto the stage, pushed by her constricting walls as they sought something meaty to grip. Look at how wet you made me, Judy thought, staring intently into his eyes. Look how wet my tight pussy is.

	But while she focused on him, others moved closer.
 
	Grasping hands reached for Nighthowler from every angle. She gasped as a dozen strangers began to explore her vulnerable body at once, unified only by their all-consuming desire. A tigress's powerful paw caressed Judy's naked waist, smoothly drawing sharp claws against the supple skin beneath her fur and sending cold tremors up her back. Mischievous rabbit fingers squeezed her breasts, rubbing and pinching the stiff nipples protruding from her skintight latex shirt. They tugged and twisted until Judy squirmed and gasped, wondering if her shirt would rip. Strong wolfish hands pried her knees apart until her leaking folds parted like petals, presenting her eager hole to every set of greedy eyes. 
	Fox fingers that were definitely underage tugged her pussy lips apart, exposing her clit. He rubbed it with his thumb, drawing a gasping groan from Judy's trembling muzzle. He couldn't have been older than a teenager and certainly shouldn't have been here! She'd need to have a word with him later. How could someone so young be so dexterous? First his humid breathing, then a rough tongue, rasping across her sensitive nub, utterly stealing her breath away. A girthy digit joined him, pressing against her defenceless entry and squeezing inside. The combined assault sent a shuddering heave through Judy's chest, her spasming knees twisting against the hands holding her in place. He pushed deep, the finger of a horse for sure, filling her up and pumping back and forth, giving her walls something to milk. The digit alone was probably as thick as a rabbit's prick!
An authoritative canine paw grasped Judy's chin, roughly tilting her head back as her needy moaning grew ever louder, rising over the din of the club. His thumb ran possessively along her lips, then pushed inside, rough pawpad smearing raw, salty precum across her tongue. Nighthowler didn't hesitate. She closed her mouth and sucked, opening her eyes to gaze into his as he stroked his slobbering canine dick above her face. So stiff, so bestial, dripping his brutish scent onto her mask. And he wasn't the only one. So many people were getting riled up, cocks out and clothes off, reaching for a piece of Nighthowler. A piece of Judy. So many people wanted her.
 
	As a strong hand closed around one of her wrists and another started to firmly push her down, Judy remembered she didn't have her predator spray, only a belt full of condoms, sex toys, and fluffy handcuffs. The realisation triggered an icy shudder. What a crowd like this would do to her if she lost control. Would anyone blame them for getting carried away with the slutty bunny parading her heated cunt around on stage? Giving out footjobs to guests? After her last little accidents, she'd promised to moderate herself; this was anything but!
	"That's enough!" Judy squeaked, waving at the sea of hands with her only free paw. Her heart hammered, adrenaline filling her veins. Part of her expected the sea of hands to get more insistent until they were pinning her down against the stage while they ruthlessly explored, stripped, and ravished her helpless body to their lustful content.
The fantasy drove her wild, wetness spilling over the girthy finger fucking her snatch and the hungry tongues sweeping her clit. Thankfully, they didn't. One by one, the strangers pulled away, some more reluctant than others. Last to go was the thick finger buried in her pliable pussy, slowly slurping out of her gripping hole with a squishy pop.
	Judy exhaled, relieved. Nighthowler huffed, disappointed.
 
	But she wasn't done yet. Nighthowler's feet were still clasped around the zebra's impressive weapon, glistening in the spotlight. Judy realised the unexpected group session had been a personal show for him, watching her tiny body molested from every angle, hearing her gasp, squeal, and moan as she was fondled, fingered, and licked, all the while wondering if she was about to be ravished before his eyes. It turned him on. She could feel it in the hard meat trapped between her soles, the veins pulsating along his shaft, the precum bubbling from his tip like a sticky fountain. He was close, and Judy didn't start anything she didn't intend to finish, Nighthowler or not~
	"You've got such a big cock~" Nighthowler purred, admiring her gigantic plaything. "Biggest I've ever played with." She pressed her foot forwards, pinning his length against his belly and the sole of her paw, drawing a toe along a thrumming vein. He grunted, clearly pleased with the compliment. Judy wondered if he was envisioning how it'd look inside her. She certainly was.
Her fingers circled slowly over her sopping snatch, spreading her pussylips to expose her fuckhole, warmed up by the horse's intense fingering. He'd been thick, but a zebra dick would push her to the limit. Judy could imagine the bulge in her belly reaching high enough to stretch her latex shirt with the shape of his flare. The temptation was almost overwhelming. She wanted to try it out so bad, she how much she could conquer. 
	But rules were rules; if she gave in now and let that beast try and wreck her, how would she keep things under control? No, Judy had to finish him another way, and quickly too, before Nighthowler convinced her to do something reckless.

	"We wouldn't want to make a mess." Nighthowler grinned as she plucked a large foil packet from her utility belt. A condom. Judy had work tomorrow, and there'd be no showering off his scent if he spilt that pent-up load all over her. Going into the department stinking of his carnal musk would raise plenty of gossip and eyebrows. It was bad enough the horny crowd had already rubbed dozens of precum-soaked hands over every inch of her body. That was bound to turn any sensitive nose!
	Carefully tearing open the wrapper, Nighthowler shuffled closer to the edge, resting her feet around the root of his massive dick, soft heels rubbing his heavy balls. The zebra leant forwards, feverish breath washing against her neck. He gripped his cock around the base and pointed it up towards her outstretched paws. She fixed the rubber ring around his fat flare, making sure it was nice and tight before lifting her feet to finish the job. Gripping the condom between her big toes, Nighthowler slowly rolled the rubber down his thick equine lance, tinting his wet black flesh with an overlay of translucent pink.
	It was the largest condom she had. The packet said stallion-sized, but the fit was more pony, barely covering half his length and clinging like a second skin. He was a real leaker. A fat bubble of pre already began to swell at his tip, growing larger with every throb. His musky oil already covered her feet and toes, making her stockings shine beneath the spotlights. A puddle lay on the edge of his seat, and several more splattered the scratched laminate floor below. His more forceful squirts lay streaked across her calves, her thighs, even across her shirt. Judy was sure she could even feel one oozing across her fuzzy mound, a shot that had nearly landed in her parted folds. Maybe she should have rubbered him up before playing with him?
 
	"Good boy." Nighthowler let the provocative praise roll off her tongue, stroking her fingers around his cockhead. "Now let's pick up where we left off." She leant back onto her elbows, gripped him between both feet, and started to stroke. Even without the condom's extra lubricant, there was enough precum soaking his shaft and her toes to make everything run smoothly. Judy worked with passion, rolling her toes up and down, circling her soles, even pressing with her heels.
"That still feels good, doesn't it?" She asked, grinning up at him. He nodded breathlessly, too busy grunting and panting to form coherent words. "Good." Nighthowler wasn't just getting him off; she was making a show of it, well aware the crowd was thirstily watching every move. She sharply slowed her pace, crossing her ankles, teasing him with only the rounded tips of her toes. He was a rumbling volcano, ready to erupt, but she wanted to draw it out as long as possible, make his orgasm hit hard!~
	Nighthowler dived two fingers into her aching cunt and started to pump in rhythm with her feet. She gazed at him with eyes filled with passionate need, moaning voice dripping with sensual desire. "Because I want to make you feel really good~"

	Suddenly the zebra lurched up, chair toppling backwards with a loud clatter. Judy squeaked! Her heart leapt as his palms banged the stage on either side of her head, his huge dick smacked down between her spread legs. Her feet ended up planted against his firm belly, soaking his shirt with precum paw prints. He towered over her! She felt his breath on the tips of her ears, his deep, desperate whinny sending flutters through her chest. His cock was so obscenely bigger up close, flared tip slotting between her breasts, almost kissing her nose as she stared down its barrel. The slick base ground against her cunt, spread her folds and squished her clit, while his enormous balls draped over her paw.
	He thrust forwards! Once! Twice! Judy cried out as he smothered her clit, unyielding flesh dragging hard against her stiff button, sending a burst of pleasure through her trembling legs. His sweaty sack slapped her cunt, forcing her fingers deeper. Was he going to fuck her on stage, right here? He was so horny, not thinking straight, a beast driven to feral lust by her constant teasing! She had to finish him quickly before he got bolder, and she ended up impaled on that monster! Without her fox spray, there'd be no fighting back, and nobody would want to stop the show this time!
	Nighthowler quickly grabbed his cock with both paws and began to pump! She rocked her hips in rhythm with her milking fingers, rubbed her soaked pussy against the underside of his shaft. The condom didn't reach that far down, his bare flesh meeting hers. Thick globs of precum smeared her folds and fur, drooled down her thighs in sticky trails. No time to worry about that! 
	"That's right." Nighthowler whined. "Do it, rub it all over me, let me get you off!" The zebra snarled, drew back, then rammed forwards through her fingers. She squealed as he pressed hard on her clit, sending a bolt of blazing-hot pleasure arcing up her spine. His massive balls clapped against her ass, stinging strikes echoing out through the club as he bucked faster and faster, beating her buttocks red. Paws weren't enough! Nighthowler wrapped her forearms around his huge dick and hugged him tight against her rubber-encased chest. His tip squeezed between her jiggling breasts while his long shaft pressed against her belly. Nighthowler would use her whole body as his sleeve! 

	He bore his overbearing lust down upon her, stage floorboards creaking beneath his wild rutting. Judy had never felt so vulnerable, pinned against the stage beneath a zebra's cock, crying out as every savage thrust thumped against her sensitive clit. His flared head almost touched her face, straining against the condom. She could see the pre jetting from his palpitating tip, bubbling angrily against the latex, filling it bit by bit. So much precum. If it weren't for that barrier, his searing liquid-musk would already glaze her face. The thought made her toes curl.
"I want to see it." Judy moaned, squeezing his flare between her wobbling tits, shiny latex squeaking loudly against his thrusting shaft. She spread her thighs and wrapped her feet around his swinging sack, feeling it twitch and lift. Here it was! "I want to see you cum, cum for me, do it, let it out!"
  
	His thundering roar sent an orgasmic quiver through Judy's entire body. Torrents of steaming spunk surged into the reservoir, slamming against the latex, quickly inflating the tip. The full force of his peak exploded against her shivering arms, thick veins pulsating across his stiff, ebony cock. Such power. Judy wondered if this was how it felt to hold a fire-hose. His balls shuddered against her toes, rising and falling in rhythm with the muscular contractions that fueled his pleasure.
Rope after rope streamed into the condom, quickly stretching the struggling rubber paper-thin. Soon the sloshing balloon of cum was so heavy that the condom slid an extra two inches up the zebra's length, revealing even more of his shiny black meat. Judy bit her trembling lip, looking up with crossed eyes at the imprisoned load swinging above her face. It was so full, and it was still growing, bigger, bigger, bigger!

	Pop!
 
	The condom burst. One moment the rubber was there; the next, it was gone, overwhelmed by the sheer volume pouring out of his oversized cock. Judy only had time to release a surprised peep, suddenly finding her helpless face completely glazed in cum. So thick, so warm, so intoxicating. It soaked her silk mask, spattered her headfur, and drooled down her muzzle and cheeks. Judy cried out, sweltering spunk flooding over her twitching nose and into her open mouth, dousing her little pink tongue. If his musk had been assertive before, now it was mind-numbing. His taste and scent completely overwhelmed her, sending tremors through her jaw as her eyes rolled back. It was like a state of sexual shock.
	Her ears were ringing with a thunderous roar. It took Judy a moment to realise it was the crowd, cheering as floodgates broke and her face was covered in cum. The zebra was still bucking his bare cock against her body, the tattered elastic ring looped around his shaft doing nothing to stem the fountain of thick white seed showering her face and breasts.
	
	There was no holding back Judy's climactic moan, a needy cry that rang out even over the crowd. She threw her head back, scrunched eyes glued shut by a mask of spunk. Her needy gasps blew bubbles through the pearly glaze smothering her nose, every breath drawing in more and more of his intense sense-wrecking scent. Convulsions of pleasure surged through Judy's slender frame like electricity, over and over, constantly growing stronger until she was kicking her legs and arching her back, not a single nerve unlit.

	His thick cumvein pressed down on her helpless clit, letting her feels every spurt of his spunk before it drenched her paralysed body. Each lustful final thrust flattened her sensitive button beneath his rock-hard mass and pulled a sharp stumbling cry from her powerless mouth. And the crowd. Her eyes were closed, but she could feel them watching, enthralled by the sheer violence of her orgasm. Dozens of people revelled in the messy climax of her sordid show, bewitched by waves of voyeuristic second-hand pleasure as she bucked against the stranger's cock. What maybe lasted several seconds felt like many minutes for Judy; the confident heroine Nighthowler now reduced to a panting pile of fur and rubber, squirting against a stranger's throbbing monster as he painted her with spunk.
	Judy had chosen not to give in, but her imagination went wild. It would have been so easy to let him inside, to take him for a quick ride and make his week. The picture of his colossal length lodged deep in her little bunny hole played inside her mind's deviant eye, thin latex balloon going bang right against her fertile womb, bloating her pussy with a quart of frothing seed stirred up by his pounding flare! Her toes twitched, and her knees shuddered, cunt clenching around his phantom dick, slick walls squeezing against one another, pushing out a steady river of wetness. 

	What a lucky escape.

	What a fantastic orgasm!

	He drew back, ruined condom nothing more than a strained pink ring clutching his still-throbbing length, his thick steaming load slowly spreading down Judy's trembling body like the aftermath of a volcanic eruption. Cum trickled over her dark latex shirt, stickied her police badge, and formed a glistening pool in the divot of her belly button. Thick globs dripped over her unprotected pussy, his sticky girth splaying her folds apart, smearing them with hot glue. Each slow grind of his shaft against her swollen clit coaxed a weak whimper from the exhausted bunny. Forget about going to work clean tomorrow; she'd stink of zebra for weeks.
	Judy slowly cracked her eyes open. Cum almost glued them shut, plastering her mask to her face. She slid her paws up her sodden body, splayed fingers tracing lines through the slimy glaze covering her costume. Sweet cheese and crackers, he'd absolutely covered her! Catching a finger against her stiff nipple was enough to inflict a shudder and groan. Orgasm always made Judy so sensitive. She wiped her sticky face with the back of a glove, blinking to clear her blurry vision.

	An expectant cock awaited her. The chunky canine length throbbed aggressively in front of her face, a long strand of precum salivating from its pointed tip. Musky vapour clouded his crimson-pink dick with every twitch and pulse, a knot as big as her fist steadily swelling around his base. His fat testicles were restless, sack drawn taut, eager for release. Judy shivered as strong fingers brushed through her messy headfur, wrapped around her long ears, and lifted her head until her lips kissed his precum fountain.

	Obligingly, Nighthowler opened her mouth.
 
	It was going to be a long night.