Haydn got out of his car in the parking lot and closed the door behind him. It was nighttime after a long, hard rain. The asphalt was wet, shimmering with the orange glow of the fluorescent street lamps. He wore a light green sweatshirt with the hood over his head, through which stood his dragon-horns. He carried two shopping bags which hung empty beside his leg. He stood there for several moments, unsure if he could go any further. It had required a burst of effort just to get out of his car. He looked around the parking lot, checking all of the cars around him for the dozenth time that past half-hour . He didn’t see Cassandra’s anywhere. Good.

He sighed and walked his way to the apartments. Cassandra’s was on the second floor. The air was cool against his face and tail, the only two things exposed outside of his loose clothing. He was short and slim, wearing pants and a hoodie a few sizes too large for him. His scales were an ocean blue, his hair a lustrous pink. His snout was short and sharp with a conical tip. His eyes were dancing yellow, though they remained somber as he climbed the stairs leading to the balcony. His tail dragged behind him, having a spine of pink hair running down its length. His eyebrows and lashes were similarly colored. A pair of purple slashes were marked along his cheeks, just below his eyes. Though his hood covered most of it, he wore a crown of coraline shaped horns that rose from his scalp and blew backwards like smoke rising from a forest fire. His natural appearance was vibrant and colorful, but currently he was trying everything to remain inconspicuous. 

He made it to the balcony and reached Cassandra’s apartment, 203. He stood in front of it anxiously, eyeing the knob and its keyhole. He had a key on his chain which he fingered in his hoodie pocket. Trouble was, Cassandra wasn’t home, but her sister Sarah was. The lights were on, her car was parked out front, and he thought he heard the hum of a TV. He didn’t want to barge in on her, whatever she may have been doing. He didn’t think she would mind, but he wasn’t about to do anything remotely rude. He just wanted things to go smoothly and with as few incidents as possible.

Sarah was inside on the couch, slumped backwards so that much of her lower back was against the seat cushions. She was a skunk, tall and athletic. She wore a simple black tank top that blended in with her black fur. She had baggy gray sweatpants on which slung down and covered much of her bare feet. She was an avid fitness junkie, though it wasn’t as obvious thanks to her current mode of sloth. Her arms, shoulders and core were all strictly defined by ardent muscle. The workout equipment she used to keep herself in shape was set up neatly by the wall behind her. Barbells, kettlebells, a jump rope, and resistance bands were all organized on a mat. A pull up bar was attached to a door frame nearby. She used them regularly with zealous discipline.

Of course, she wasn’t quite the paragon of work ethic while melted onto the couch watching shitty game shows. She had come home from the call center after a nine hour shift, droning away with customers and redirecting them based on their issues. It was mind numbing work that somehow drained more of her energy than any workout. Any will or desire to do something productive had effectively been vanquished, rendering her a veritable slug. Whenever Cassandra was around, which wasn’t too often thanks to her being in school, there was some semblance of company. Sometimes she would bring Haydn over to hang out, sometimes not. Whatever company Cassandra may have bought, she wasn’t going to be around for much longer. Haydn and her were both seniors in college planning on moving in together once they graduated, leaving Sarah behind with the apartment, and its rent, to herself. Happy as she was for her sister to move on up in her life, she did not look forward to searching for a new roommate.

Haydn knocked on the door, snapping her out of her ennui. She sighed and lurched off of the couch. “I’m comin’.” She walked up to the door, pluming skunk tail cocked up behind her, and peered through the hole. There was Haydn, standing in the gloom with his hoodie on. He was alone. Suddenly concerned, Sarah unlatched the chain and opened the door. “Hey Haydn, what’s up?” She looked right and left across the balcony. Cassandra was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey!” he said with as much proper enthusiasm as he could muster. “I’m just dropping by to pick up some stuff I lended to Cass.”

“OK. Come on in, come on in,” she said, stepping aside, waving him in to get out of the dreary cold. He thanked her and stepped inside. He swiped his shoes on the rug and flopped his hoodie off  his head. His fantastic pink hair and chaotic horns came free, two things that never failed to grab Sarah’s attention whenever she saw him. No matter how long she knew him or took time to admire it, she would never fully grasp the entire pattern to his anarchic horns. “You don’t have your key?” she asked.

“I do,” he said, patting his hoodie pocket. “I just didn’t want to barge in on you.”

“You’re fine. You know you’re welcome here whenever.”

“I know. I just… didn’t want to be rude.” He took a quick glance at her arms, an important feature of hers he always took time to notice. While not a particular fan of muscles on women, he always thought Sarah pulled them off. 

“It’s OK.” He seemed uncomfortably reticent. “Is everything OK?”

He gulped. No. It is definitely not OK. “Y-yeah, I’m doing OK.” His mouth and throat were becoming tense and dry. “How’re you?”

“I’m fine.” She’d never seen him so uptight and nervous. He acted like someone passing a note to a bank clerk while a bomb was strapped to their chest. “Can I get you anything? You’re sure you’re OK? Where’s Cass?”

“Um, I think she has some Diet Coke in the fridge, right? Unless she forgot.” His emphasis on that last word did not go unnoticed. “If there is, can I get one? I think Cass is out with her friends. Where exactly, I don’t know. What she’s doing I couldn’t tell you either.” He realized how morose he sounded. “Sorry, we’re kinda having a rough patch right now. I just came by to get some of my stuff.”

Sarah didn’t doubt him for a moment. She’d picked up on both his and Cassandra’s recent absence from one another, as well as somber attitudes. “Oh, OK. I got you.” She made her way to the fridge and opened it. There was an open carton of Diet Cokes. She grabbed one and brought it to him. “Here you go.” He thanked her and cracked it open. She stood in front of him awkwardly as he took a sip. “Y’know, you can talk to me about it if you want. I promise I won’t tell Cass anything.” That was a unique boundary she was stepping over. She and Cassandra never shared secrets, at least not since they had moved in together. Each sister’s business was entirely their own unless it involved the family. Still, she was deeply worried for Haydn. She wanted to hear his side of the story first.

He finished his sip and held the can in front of his chest, looking at the metallic circular lid distantly. He pursed his lips and took a deep breath through his nose. Fuck it. Might as well tell her. “Well, I think I should let you know ‘cause everyone will eventually. I want you to hear it from me before anyone else.” He walked over to the couch and set down the can and his empty bags. He sat down and hung his arms over his knees. He spent a few more moments staring out into nothing before he spoke. “About a week ago… I found out Cass has been cheating on me.” It was his first time saying out loud. The cruel reality had settled on him since he had learned it, but putting out into the open made it all the sharper.

Sarah was hit in the chest with an anvil, a feeling not unsimilar to Haydn’s when he found out. She jolted and gasped softly. “Oh… Oh my God… Sweety…” Rage gurgled inside of her, making her fists clench and her skunk tail bristle. That bitch. That fucking… Fuck. The only thing that stopped her from going into a fit of rage was Haydn sitting on the couch with that expression of anguish. Her fists relaxed and her tail settled. She sat down next to him and curled an arm around his back. “God, sweety… I’m so sorry.” She truly was, sharing his sorrow as a claw of empathy wrenched around her heart. Haydn had always been one of the sweetest boys she had known, one who she loved to see smile, and pained to see in despair. She rubbed his side and lowered her fluffy skunk tail across his back.

Tears were making their way down his cheeks. AOut of reflex he turned over and hugged her tight, pressing his face into her collar. It might’ve been a breach of what she was comfortable with, but he needed her, anybody, so badly. His lithe little body shook in her arms as the tears came freely and his lip quivered. Her collar and tail were so soft. He squeezed her tighter. He started mumbling. His voice was low and shaky. “We were hanging out last week… She got up to go to the bathroom and left her phone… It buzzed, and I just happened to look over to see who it was… I saw the message with it…” He squeezed her tighter as those vile words resurfaced in his mind. 

Sarah rocked him in her arms slowly. She didn’t mind him hugging her or crying. No, she wanted him to hug tighter, to let it all go. Her own mien was sagged with grief as he listened to his plight. She dropped her head and rested it on his. Her face fell between his two horns. “I’m so sorry, darlin’... I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head. “No, no, no. You don’t have to apologize.” He let go of her and sat up. His eyes were read and his cheeks wet. He sniffed, trying to regain his composure. “You had nothing to do with it. I just… didn’t see it coming once she started getting distant. I should’ve sooner.”

Sarah’s brow furrowed into a scowl, directed both at him and her sister. In spite of his insistence, she felt partly responsible. Cassandra was her younger sister. She all but raised her when they were kids. “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby. Dammit…” She rubbed her mouth. She loved her sister, but at that moment she could’ve ripped her throat out. “You don’t need her. Don’t give her a second thought. Forget about her.” She rested her paw on his knee and rubbed him soothingly.

“I’m not going to,” he said flatly. “I’m gonna get my stuff, get my shit together, then tell her we’re through. No second chances, nada.” While his expression remained tough, he looked down at her carressive paw and stopped shaking. He relaxed and leaned back into the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

“That’s right, baby. You said it. You’re gonna find a much better girl than her, one that’ll treat you like the sweet thing you are.” As encouraging as she sounded, it hurt deeply to say it. If I had been the one, this wouldn’t be happening. She quickly brushed away that thought. It wasn’t going to help anything. Fortunately her words seemed to help. Though he continued staring at the ceiling, a faint smile rose to his lips. He looked so adorable. Purely out of kindness, though without much forethought, she planted a tiny peck on his forehead.

His smile quickly vanished as a look of surprise and a coat of blush appeared on his face. He sat upright and looked at her, a bit starstruck. His smile returned, now a bit gushy. “T-thanks, Sarah. You really are the better sister.” Shit. How long have I been wanting to say that? He kicked himself internally. Stop being an idiot.

Sarah blushed too, grateful that he hadn’t freaked out like she began to worry he would. “You’re tellin’ me. I wouldn’t have done you bad like that. You’re too sweet for that, y’know?” Shit! Reel it in, reel it in. She couldn’t though. Her tail was getting antsy and the blush wasn’t leaving her cheeks.

He chuckled for what was the first time since that dreaded discovery. He smiled fully, showing off the gleam of his teeth which warmed Sarah’s heart. “You don’t have to butter me up that much, but I appreciate it nonetheless. I can’t say it was a complete waste. I got some good memories and I got to meet you and your parents. I think I’m gonna miss you since I won’t be around as much anymore.”

Sarah’s smile plummeted and her tail sagged. She hadn’t thought of that. “Yeah… Me too, honey.” She shrugged, playing it off as best she could. “Hell, who says we can’t still be friends? I enjoy your company.”

He smiled, if a bit uncertainly. “Are you sure? We really only hang out because of Cass. Plus I’ll be moving after graduation, and it’ll be really awkward if she’s ever around.”

That was a valid point. Sarah only knew Haydn because of Cassandra, and she couldn’t even think of a time just him and her had hung together before this moment, if it could even be considered as such. She still loved her sister. She didn’t want to do anything to make Cassandra hate her or not want to be around her. She backtracked and played her statement off as a joke. “Like I said, don’t spare her another thought. I was just thinking about how it would drive her bonkers if you and I were together.” She realized what she said. “I mean… As friends, of course.”

His eyebrows lifted once he heard the word “together”. They relaxed once she cleaned things up. “I guess it might, but you don’t have to do that for my sake, Sarah.” He was flattered, for sure, but wasn’t quite comfortable with what she was saying, joke or not. Although, images of Sarah and him paw-in-paw together, Cassandra fuming on the side, did fill him with a feeling he wasn’t sure was good or not.

Sarah blushed harder and shook her head. “You’re right. I’m talking nonsense.” She chuckled nervously while internally she was kicking herself in the shin for being so loose-lipped. “It just really pisses me off, what she did to you. Y’know, when I got to know you… Ah, shit.” She scoffed. Am I really saying what I’m about to say? She kept going before another thought could stop her. “I thought you were the cutest thing. I told myself how Cass always got the good ones, I swear it’s true. I got jealous of you two… Ah, fuck. What am I saying?” She cringed and rubbed the bridge of her snout between her eyes. Truth was, she knew exactly what she was saying and why she was saying it. It had been clinging to her heart and mind like a malignant tumor, growing exponentially every time she saw him with Cassandra.

He listened, thoroughly confused as if what she was saying was purely incoherent. The words “cutest” and “jealous” were all that stood out to him. Suddenly he understood, and his blush deepened. He looked out in front of him, a semi-panicked look on his face. Fuckfuckfuck! Did she really just say that? His throat went papery. He could no longer swallow. Nausea wallowed in his belly. WhatdoIsaywhatdoIsaywhatdoIsay- He licked his lips. “Um, listen… I’m not trying to disrespect you or how you feel or anything, but this past week has been… rough, to say the least.” He looked her in the eye. “I need you to promise me that you really mean it.  That it's not out of pity or to make me feel better.”

Sarah leaned closer. Her grip on his knee tightened, as if bracing him and herself for what she was about to say. “I meant it. Every word. I swear on everything that I’m not lying.” Her words were genuine as her gaze was serious. She wouldn’t have dared to lie to him so heinously in his time of hurt.

He was quiet for some time, unmoving, unblinking. Sarah’s heart was in her throat, ready to tear itself out. He reached for her paw on his knee and squeezed it. Looking into her emerald eyes, he smiled.“After all this time… I think I chose the wrong sister.”

She smiled too, if reluctantly because of how surreal it all seemed. Her heart fluttered as joy washed itself across her flesh and fur. She lost herself in his magnificently yellow eyes. He had never looked so precious until now. She leaned forward, closed her eyes, and kissed him on the lips. Haydn’s eyes widened. He didn’t return the favor immediately, locked where he sat like a deer in headlights. It was so much, and so sudden. The turmoil of the past week had rendered him hesitant to believe it was actually happening. Then he realized how soft her lips felt against his, and every muscle in his body relaxed. He locked his lips with hers, squeezing her paw even tighter.

Sarah’s tail flicked with joy behind her. She kissed him softly and with respect, but inside there was a barrage of fireworks going off. She put her paw on top of his, sandwiching it. She rubbed her fingers on its back, feeling its scaly texture. She traced her finger up his arm from his wrist up to his elbow. Shivers rolled up his body, perking his nipples and electrifying his hair. His arm was thin, but it was dense like marble. She could feel every twitch of movement inside of it, no matter how subtle. She tasted his breath on hers, the tip of his tongue brushed itself across her own. She gasped between kisses, losing control of herself a little. A fiery excitement was bubbling in her loins like a simmering pot of water. She could sense it in him too. His back stretched upright. His breaths were quick and sharp. His paw clenched and unclenched around hers.

It was too much.

She parted lips with him and gasped softly. She opened her eyes and caught him doing the same. Sarah stood up, lifting his paw with her. “Follow me,” she said plainly. He stood him up off of the couch and calmly guided him to her bedroom down the hall.

Panic rose in his chest. “W-what’re you doing? Sarah!?”

She didn’t answer. She opened her bedroom door and yanked him inside. Her bed was a single, the head of which was against the wall to their left. The walls were decorated with several posters featuring Sarah’s favorite bands, movies, and video games. A desk with a gaming computer sat across the foot of the bed. She pulled him around in front of her and hugged him close. She kissed him again, deeper this time. 

He was hardly as eager as she was, but with her soft yet firm body pressed so urgently against his, he found her mood contagious. His paws came to her hips, just on the top swell of her buttocks. She was taller than him, with her plush breasts flattening against his collar and neck. He could feel her heartbeat pounding hard, just like his. She was so soft, so warm. He wanted to feel more of her, all of her, but couldn’t bring himself to move any further.

She made the decision for him when she grabbed the zipper of his hoodie and brought it down. She pulled it off his shoulders and it slid down his arms to the floor. His lean figure was on display now, accentuated by the black shirt that clung tightly to his torso. She pressed her paws to his core and slid them up to his chest. She could feel every individual contour, every muscle, every bone. How long had she been wanting to become familiar with them? Too long. She couldn’t get enough.

He did well to reciprocate. He made the next step to reach around and squeeze her buttocks. She tensed initially, but soon found herself swaying against his handsy approach. Her haunches were firm, yet they maintained a doughy consistency so wonderfully enjoyable to grope and squeeze. She murred into his maw, clearly enjoying it. He felt pressure building in his loins. His face grew hot as he felt his cloaca peel open, letting loose the first part of his manhood.

Sarah grabbed his shirt and lifted it off of him. His svelte, blue body was for her to see now. She was not disappointed. She peeled her tank top off, leaving her in a white bra. Haydn’s eyes lit up, impressed by her disciplined core and womanly curves. Once she came in for more kisses, he held her by her sides and rubbed them up and down. His lean body shuddered in her embrace. He started to realize for the first time just how badly he needed this.

She started backpedaling until her back hit the bed. She stopped kissing him and sat down. She reached around her back and unclasped her bra. It slid off of her and drifted to the floor between their feet. She looked up at him cutely as her breasts settled into their natural shape, wholesome and full. Haydn was struck by their beauty. He marveled at the stark contrast between her obsidian black fur and her rosy pink nipples. She was flattered by how blatantly he stared at them. She pressed her arms together, perking her breasts up and out at him. “You can touch them, if you like,” she said shyly.

He sure would have. His paw reached out, ready to feel that divine softness, but his fingers stopped just before they touched her. They were so close that he could feel the heat coming off of her. He gulped. “A-are you sure about this? You’re not worried about Cass finding out about this? Or maybe it’s a little too soon?” The past few days had seen him regress in confidence. Any other day a woman would show him her tits he’d be all over them.

Her cute smile faded into an edged stare. “Don’t worry about her, darlin’.” she said a bit icily. “Don’t you talk about her. Keep your mind off of her and focus on momma. Also, the way I see it, this is years too late.” She jutted her chest out at him, urging his touch. She had yearned for it for so long. She was not about to be denied when it was so close.

Haydn bit his lip and nodded. He wasn’t about to say no to that. His paw continued forward until finally they graced the bottom slope of her breast. So soft. So warm. Like a child discovering a new taste his paw went forward  and latched onto her breast; the other one joined. He squeezed them delicately, smoothing his scaly digits across her gossamer fur and lifting them. Her nipples stiffened upon his touch, tickling themselves against his palm.

Sarah sighed happily, melting in his hold. Her head swooned to the side. Her mouth, hung open, was smiling. Her skunk tail swished behind her in a broad arc, “Mmmm… Do you like them?” she asked.

Haydn was grinning like an idiot. “Y-yeah… Very much.” He was very aware of her reactions. He felt a bit of pride knowing he was making such a pretty girl feel good. He took his thumbs and circled them around her areolas, now bumpy and rigid. That got a gasp out of her. “Am I doing good?” He wanted to hear her say it, just to be sure.

She bit her lip. The way he sought approval had her melting. The firm yet polite way he touched her boobs also helped. “You’re doing fantastic, honey… Oh~ Momma loves it when you touch her there…” They spent several lovely moments like that, Haydn feeling, Sarah swooning. Her thighs grinded together. She could feel her feminism growing hot. It became too much to bear soon enough, and she gently pushed him back. She stood off the bed and dropped her sweatpants to her ankles. There were her white panties, already sodden by her arousal. He could see the purse of her cunt as the fabric clung to her flesh greedily. She took those off too, finally placing her in her full nature. She smiled as Haydn’s eyes danced in their sockets, running up and down her figure like mad. He wasn’t the only one allowed to look. “Take your pants off for me, darlin’.”

He complied shyly, undoing his fly and button. He shimmied his tight jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. That left him in his boxers, which soon joined his pants. His face was ablaze as he felt both the bedroom air and Sarah’s eyes cross his reptilian slit. Poking from it halfway was his pecker, an adorably pink obelisk of glistening flesh that twitched and flexed unconsciously. He rubbed his arm bashfully. “Aha… It’s a little shy.”

Sarah was beaming brightly as she looked over his body. She could only smile even more when she saw his cock. She’d never been with a reptile before, so his man parts were a bit different from what she was used to. It was tapered like a tail and visibly wet. There were no balls that she could see, hidden well within him. None of that fazed her whatsoever. She thought it was precious. “Well then, let’s give him a proper invitation~” She stepped up next to him, perpendicular to his body with her right breast resting on his shoulder. She reached down and grasped his half-veiled cock. He gasped and jolted up straight. She stroked it delicately while kissing his neck and massaging his lower back. With her tuned, voluptuous figure pressed against him and her loving paw on his cock he shuddered. His penis slid forth to its full size, which Sarah admired. “That’s a good boy~ It feels good, doesn’t it?” It was his turn to say it.

He was wincing and clenching his jaw as fierce bites of joy zipped across his loins. Her touch was soft and expert, unlike any woman, especially not Cassandra, had delivered to him. “C-carefully… It’s kinda sensitive.” It was more of a preventative measure when he said that. He was worried that he would explode in her paw. He relaxed his face muscles and took time to breathe. That was better. “Uhh… Yeah, it does feel pretty good… God… I forgot how good it feels to be with someone else.

She felt pride swell in her chest. She grinned saucily. “Has that girl been neglecting you? Aw, who am I kidding. Of course she has.” Her voice was smooth and airy. Her breath wafted across her ear in a way that made his tail-hairs stand on end. “Just you wait, sugar. Momma’s gonna make you feel like you’re in heaven.” With that she pressed her paw onto his back and forcefully shoved him onto the bed. He flopped forward onto his belly and quickly twirled onto his back. A wild look of excitement rode his face. His cock jutted from his loins proudly. Sarah climbed onto the bed, a sultry look on her face. She straddled his thighs. Her cunt, now emanating an intense aura, hovered inches in front of his cock. She took it in her paw and grasped it firmly. It was all hers. “You ready?”

He bit his lip, looking up at her stupidly. He gulped and got a hold of himself, taking several deep breaths. He closed his eyes and took time to thank whatever god was responsible for this moment. He opened them and looked up at her submissively. He grabbed her thighs. “More than ever,” he whispered.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Good boy~ So am I.” She aimed his cock upwards and lifted herself over it. She teased her burning vulva along his tip before finally descending and enveloping it. A zap of pleasure bolted through the both of them. They gasped and sighed in tandem. She continued downward, sliding across with great ease thanks to his tapered shape and moist texture. Her vulva bulged around his girth and settled around the hilt, gripping it tightly. “Huhhh~” Another shiver rumbled through her, trembling her skunk tail. She twirled and gyrated her hips, knocking his cock against every precious bit inside of her. She claimed what was once her sisters as hers. Her paws swam along his tummy. “Ohh… Haydn…”

Haydn felt like his virginity was lost a second time. His jaw was held open, twitching as it sucked in air involuntarily. He slid his paws up from her verbose thighs up to her hips, past her trunk, then onto her breasts. He struggled to speak. “Sa-Sa-Sa-Sarah… Uhhh… God…” It was the first time in so long he breathed a girl’s name that wasn’t Cassandra’s. 

Sarah smiled brightly at his mention of her name. She felt so womanly, so powerful, like a goddess. His paws worshiping her breasts sent even more waves of pleasure bubbling through her core and into her cunt. This was heaven. She lifted herself up and began riding him slowly, wringing her feminism along every magnificent inch of his. She moaned merrily. “Ohh… Haydn, baby… Ohhh… Ohh… That’s it… Mmmm~”

It was at that moment Cassandra was pulling into the parking lot and parking her car. She cut the engine off and sighed. A bitter look was on her face. The night had not gone well for her. She had spent most of it with her friends at a club. Her new lover, Zachary, was there too. She broke the news to her friends about what was going on between them, that way they could hear it from her and not from someone else.

Their reactions were mixed, to say the least. None of them were supportive, and a good number of them were outright disgusted. She didn’t blame them, but she could’ve gone without the evil stares throughout the rest of the night. She could tell Zach was uncomfortable too, but it was his fault for insisting on being there with her when the news broke. They left the joint in a sour mood, one Zachary promised to fix if she would go to his place so he could “make her feel better”. Cassandra gave a firm ‘no’, and promptly made it to her apartment.

She got out of the car, her purse looped around her shoulder. Cassandra was much shorter than her sister, and far less athletically conditioned. She wore a bright orange hoodie which bowed out around her paunch and hips. She wore jeans that were made taut around the bulbous balloon of her buttocks and thighs. Her white hair was cut short and her eyes were a sharp green, the only two physical similarities to her sister.

She started walking down the parking lot when she came to a dead halt. She saw Haydn’s car. “Shit,” she hissed. He was the absolute last person she needed to see right now. She guessed that he was probably here to pick some stuff up. She blew out her lips and made her way up the balcony stairs. Whatever he was doing here, at least Sarah was there to keep him company.

The two lovers were blissfully unaware of Cassandra’s approach. They were too busy filling each other with love at an amount and potency neither of them had experienced in a long time. Sarah was unused to the unique feel of a reptile’s manhood, but by God was she learning to enjoy it. She huffed and puffed his name, her head leaned back as she fell up and down that splendid shaft. Haydn was in a trance, mesmerized by her fluid riding. Her body was magnificent, one he couldn’t stop ogling and feeling. He thumbed her nipples, fondled her breasts, rounded the curves of her trunk, and gave a hearty squeeze to her ass. He couldn’t get enough of her, nor she of him. “Oh, God… Sarah…” He winced under the overbearing weight of her love. “Don’t stop… Don’t stop…”

Her voice grew higher and higher in pitch, letting him know just how good it felt. Her face contorted with pleasure. Her mouth was an erotic O. "Ohh, baby... I'll never stop... Ohh… Ohh… Ahhh... Mmm..."

Cassandra made it to the door and opened it. Instantly she was struck by a weird noise. Her ears flicked in its direction down the hall in order to pick it up. She recognized Sarah’s voice, and a few more seconds realized that she was moaning. A wave of nausea struck Cassandra as she quickly backed outside to get the hell out of there. Jesus Christ. She could’ve picked any other fucking night to bring a boy home. She was inches away from shutting the door when she came to a dead halt. She remembered Haydn’s car. Pure, undiluted dread rendered her blood into an icy slush. Her tail drooped and the color drained from her face. There was no way. No fucking way. She stood there for several more seconds, confirming to herself that it was in fact Sarah belting those desperate moans. She didn’t have to go back into the parking lot to double check if it was Haydn’s car or not. She could’ve recognized it anywhere.

Still, she had to know. She had to see. She opened the door as softly as she could. It didn’t matter, given how loudly Sarah was letting the world know how good she was feeling. Cassandra closed the door behind her. Her paw gripped the strap of her purse until it shook. Her heart was like a lump of coal in her chest and her throat felt ready to implode on itself. She moved forward, closer and closer to that terrible noise rendering her on the verge of vomiting.

She made it to the hallway. She reached Sarah’s bedroom. She turned around into the doorway and saw what was happening. Sarah’s back was to the door. Her enormous skunk tail was lifted and bristled. Beneath it was her buttocks, bouncing up and down off of a bloody pink cock and jiggling with each impact. All of Haydn that she could see were his scaly blue legs and tail dangling off the side of the bed and the tips of his fingers gripping Sarah’s sides. She could hear his heavy pants and faint moans just below the loud chanting of her sister, now so loud that it made her ears fold back against her head.

“Uhhh! Haydn, baby! Ohhh!” Sarah hollered, as if confirming for her sister who it was beneath her. She was getting close to cumming, evident by the quickened pace of her riding and humping. Haydn was in a similar condition. His beet-red face scrunched as he felt an intense orgasm thundering near.

“Huhhh… Oh God, Sarah… Don’t stop! Don-!”

whump

Sarah jolted to a stop. Her pleasure plummeted from 100 to 0 in the blink of an eye. Her skunk tail shot downwards as if covering her shame. Her head ducked into her shoulders and whipped around to see Cassandra in the doorway. Her purse had slumped off of her shoulder and struck the floor. Her jaw was open; the anguish was written on her face. She keeled over to the side and bumped into the doorframe.

Haydn was trapped beneath Sarah. The euphoria was stripped from him like an ill-deserved badge causing him to gasp and struggle for control. He saw Sarah’s head turned around, and knew instantly what it was she saw. He leaned over to the side and saw his despondent girlfriend slumped over in the doorway. “C-Cass?” he stammered.

Cassandra was completely numb, paralyzed. Buried under the leadened blanket of shock was the urge to rip Sarah off of him and tear them both apart. But she knew very well she had caused this. That did nothing to mitigate the dagger of betrayal now drilling into her heart. “Haydn..? Sarah..?” she squeaked. 

Sarah’s ears folded back against her head. “Hey, Cassie…”

Several moments of agonizing silence continued from there with Cassandra gawking at her sister straddling her boyfriend’s lap, his penis buried deep within her. Haydn looked at her with a growing feeling of indignity. He felt no remorse. The way he saw it, she had no right to feel betrayed, not after what she did. He spoke up first, no longer giving her the courtesy of looking at her. “I saw your new boyfriend texted you last week.” he muttered. “I looked and saw everything. I came here to get my stuff. I was going to end things with you… I told Sarah what you did…”

Sarah watched as Cassandra’s numb shock twisted into rage as Haydn spoke. She had to act fast. “Shhhhh…” she hushed, laying her paw on Haydn’s chest. “Let me talk to her.” She leaned forward and pecked him on the nose, placating him somewhat. She lifted herself off of his cock, leaving it in a thin sheen of her juices. Watching it sloop out of her sister’s cunt made Cassandra gag a little. Sarah got off the bed and walked up to her, stark naked. She reached out for Cassandra's arm. She jerked away.

“Get the fuck away from me…” she growled, sounding on the verge of tears. She glowered at her older sister fiercely. The look of betrayal was very real.

Sarah relented and held her paws up defensively. “I know, I know. Emotions are very high right now. You have every right to be upset. I just need everyone to calm down before someone does something they’ll regret.”

“Calm? Calm?” Cassandra spat. “How the fuck am I supposed to be calm? I walk in here and catch you two doing this? Fuck you!” Her skunk tail went kerfluff as her fists and jaw clenched. Haydn, who was sitting up, braced for an impending holocaust of smell.

Sarah calmly placed her palm on Cassandra’s wrist. She gave it a frightening stare, but did not pull away from it. “I know, I know. You’re right. I just want to prevent anything bad from happening. Come in and sit. Let’s talk.” Cassandra calmed down, if just a little. Her nostrils were flaring and her chest heaving, but she didn’t yell anymore. Sarah pulled on her arm and guided her into the bedroom towards her desk. She offered no resistance, but made brief eye contact with Haydn, who’s expression was equally unkind. Sarah pulled out her rolly chair and turned it around for Cassandra to sit. “Go ahead. Let’s talk.” Cassandra looked at her sister bitterly for several seconds before she crossed her arms and sat down. Satisfied, Sarah sat on the foot of her bed and rested her paw on Cassandra’s knee. “Now, like Haydn said, he came over to pick some stuff up. I could tell something was wrong, so I asked him what it was. He told me everything. I wanted to comfort him and… well… one thing kind of led to another.” She looked over to him. “Right Haydn?”

She had left out a lot, mainly the confession of her crush, but he didn’t think Cassandra needed to know about that just yet either. He nodded. “I didn’t want to talk about it at first. I just wanted to get my stuff and leave, but Sarah, she kinda pried.” He took a deep breath. He wasn’t looking at either woman. “Yeah, I told her everything. I figured everyone’s gonna know about it, so I told her. She was there for me, comforting me.” And then she told me that she loved me. “And… yeah, things got heated.” He kneaded his fists on his thighs. “I was just ready to get my shit and leave. I didn't plan on any of this.” Although it was a pleasant surprise.

Sarah nodded along, secretly grateful that he didn’t spill the beans on her confession. Cass relaxed somewhat, but the pain was still written across her face. She could understand Haydn cheating after what she did, but that fact that it was with her sister is what killed her the most. Never in a million years could she have foreseen her sister doing such a thing. They were family. How could she? Sarah knew what she was thinking, and let her have her side of things. “Now Cass, do you want to let us know why you did what you did?” 

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. In spite of recent events, she still felt guilt over what she had done. She looked away from them both. “I guess…” She paused, unsure of how to go about telling her side. Sarah sat there patiently. Haydn crossed his arms, doubtful if there was a single thing she could’ve said to make things better. Eventually she spoke. “Zach…” she began, making Haydn flinch at the mention of that man’s name.  “I’ve known him for a long time, longer than you actually. I never really fell for him or anything, but he was always there since we knew each other.” She sighed and scratched the back of her head. “He kinda always doted on me. He was really sweet.” Haydn sneered and shook his head in disgust. “Anyway, we kinda reunited about a month ago. He’s working at the coffee place on Broad Street, that’s how I ran into him. We caught up. Haydn… we got in that big fight…” She was silent for a few more moments. “I was upset, I know you were too. I went to get some coffee the next morning and Zach saw that I was upset. He asked what was wrong. I said ‘don’t worry about it’, but he persisted.”

She gulped. “I kinda told him what was up, and he listened. He didn’t say much, he just kinda said that I could tell him anything if anything was wrong. He gave me his number.” She sighed sardonically. “I didn’t want to text him at first. I wasn’t about to tell him all my problems, but one day Haydn, you weren't answering any texts or calls. I think you were doing something, so I just kinda shot Zach a text asking him if he was doing anything. I swear I wasn’t planning on anything.” Haydn was looking in the opposite direction of her. He was listening, but he hardly wanted to. “He responded, and said ‘yeah’. He asked if I wanted to hang out. I kinda… said yes.”

“You kinda said yes? How do you kinda say yes to something like that?” Haydn demanded.

“Shhhhhhh…” Sarah hushed. “Let her continue.” Haydn scoffed and shook his head again.

Cassandra folded her paws between her thighs and looked at the ground. “We went to a coffee place. All we did was hang. I had fun. I don’t remember if it was me or him who asked to go somewhere again, but the answer was ‘yes’ obviously. I went to his place a few times.” Her lip began to falter. “He told me how he had a crush on me. God… I should’ve told him to fuck off, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to be mean. He was too cute.” Tears welled in her eyes. She sniffed and wiped them away. “After that… I couldn’t say no to him. I started texting him more, visiting him more. He started acting like he was my real boyfriend. I guess I didn’t help.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Haydn said. Sarah reached behind her, without looking, and patted his thigh to calm him down.

Cassandra kept silent after that. She looked ready to apologize, but hardly felt that way. Great as her sins were, they felt equaled by what Sarah and Haydn had done. Sarah couldn’t blame her. She squeezed Cassandra’s thigh. “I hear you Cass. What you did was wrong, but what Haydn and I did is wrong too. We shouldn’t have done this, no matter the circumstances. Cassie, I want you to know that I’m sorry. Truly, truly sorry.” 

Cassandra looked at her, unsure of what to say or do. The pain was omnipresent, aching at every part of her soul with terrible clarity. Still, Sarah was her sister, and she loved her. No part of her wanted to hate her forever. She leaned forward for a hug, which Sarah, still naked as the day she was born, returned in full. Haydn watched as they hugged it out. His arms were crossed and his expression still reflected his bitterness. Sure, Sarah and Cassandra were sisters. He could expect them to make up, at least a little, but he already had it in his mind that there was no way he could forgive Cassandra. 

Sarah broke the hug and sat upright. “Now, I take full blame for what Haydn and I did. Like he said, he came here with no intentions of doing anything like that. I coerced him into doing that. I won’t lie to you about that.” She put her paw on his shoulder. “It wasn’t his fault. I swear on that. That being said, you owe him an apology. You two have known each other for so long. Things shouldn’t end like this, not here, not now,” said the skunk whose pussy juices were still drying on Haydn’s cock only a few feet away from his girlfriend. 

Cassandra took a breath and met his spiteful gaze, one she didn’t blame him for. “I’m sorry, Haydn,” she said.

Haydn didn’t speak. For a minute, it seemed that he never would, and would instead simply get up and leave. His jaw mulled around as he thought of what to say next. It cost much of his will not to cuss her out. Fortunately, Sarah was there, and he remained somewhat composed. “I… I can’t accept your apology, Cass.” he said flatly. “You never tried bringing up your problems with me so that we could talk them out. Instead you went to… him.” He sneered over the sheer disgust he held for the man in question. “This past month I’ve felt like I couldn’t please you in any way, whether it was about sex or not. You were so distant. Not once did I even suspect you were cheating. Now I realize that I should’ve seen the red flags, and that I never should’ve trusted you. I feel like all the good times you and I had were all lies.” He thought about Sarah. He took the opportunity to use her. “Sarah may have initiated things, but she gave me everything I needed because you haven’t been. And you know what? It felt good.”

Cassandra hung her head. She expected such a response, but it still stung greatly. She’d accepted reality: there was nothing she could do or say to make Haydn forgive her. She deserved this. Sarah sat between them silently, not trying to dissuade Haydn from how he felt. Everything he said made sense, and was perfectly appropriate. She couldn’t think of a way Cassandra could have made things right between them. As the former couple saw it, it was over.

Sarah was less keen to give up.