72 – (R-18) Experiments

Squeezing into a sleeping bag and having snuggle-company was as amazing as Ari had hoped it would be. Pressed tight against her furry-eared catgirl friend, Ari clocked out faster than she thought she would. Hours and hours of vigorous activities did tend to tire a person out … and while Ari had better stamina that most, growing better by the day, she’d been busy yesterday.

She slept well. Pretty much perfectly. Whether that was Lori’s warm body pressed into hers, or her exhaustion, she didn’t know. Probably both.

She drifted to wakefulness eight hours later. She probably would’ve lasted a while longer—Ari had always been able to sleep forever, if something didn’t stir her—but the jostling movements of Lori trying to extricate herself from Ari’s clinging embrace stirred her.

“Sorry,” Lori whispered. “Tried not to wake you up.”

Ari sighed contentedly, looking up at Lori and her messy sand-colored bed-head. Her shirt was ridden up a bit, revealing a hint of abs. Ari really had lucked into the best situation imaginable.

“Probably ought to get up too,” Ari mumbled, wiggling out of the sleeping bag as Lori finished escaping. “What time is it?”

She looked around the room. Claire and Silvana were already awake. Renna was still laid out atop her sleeping bag; she was apparently like Ari, and could sleep forever. She’d gone to bed first, and was still clocked out. She really liked her beauty sleep.

And, erm. She was pitching a tent. Considering Renna’s size … it was hilariously noticeable. Her panties strained high enough Ari could actually see her shaft. Ari had provided a variety of clothing for her Menagerie, but she guessed Renna preferred girl’s underwear, rather than boxers, or something looser.

Ari wasn’t complaining. There was something amazing about seeing panties pitched up by twelve inches of girl cock. Ari had to tear her eyes away; even a glance had a blush rearing up on her cheeks.

She stood up and stretched. Lori was walking over to the pile of supplies—where everyone’s belongings were scattered in semi-organized piles. Ari also had to tear her eyes away from the way Lori’s hips moved … the sway, and the shape of her butt, with her panties ridden up.

Why was Ari horny already? She’d been fucked a hundred different ways, yesterday. It wasn’t fair what had happened to her libido.

Ari blinked the sleep out of her eyes. Lori returned to her side, swigging a drink of water. She offered it to Ari; she also took a drink, then set the waterskin down.

She stretched again, easing her tense muscles.

“That has to be painful, don’t you think?” she asked Lori, gesturing at Renna’s problem. The straining fabric, pressed up by a tower.

Lori looked, then sniffed. She didn’t comment.

It was a recurring reaction: for whatever reason, Lori and Renna, despite not sharing more than a few sentences, didn’t seem to like each other. Ari thought it was their origin? Renna was a wolf, and Lori a leopard. That was enough to be instant enemies.

Or, not enemies. But they were ignoring each other.

“I’m surprised she’s not awake,” Silvana added. Ari had been moderating her tone, but Silvana spoke at a conversational volume. “She’s a seriously deep sleeper, isn’t she?”

Indeed, despite Silvana being not far from Renna, and speaking fairly loud, Renna didn’t so much as stir.

“Hm,” Ari said.

Her heart rate had slowly been picking up at she trudged her way to consciousness. One of Ari’s first thoughts—and reasons to be excited—when she decided to move in with her Menagerie was … the activities she’d get to participate in, with them. The privacy afforded.

So. Renna’s problem.

“I think I have an idea on how to wake her up,” Ari said, flashing a grin at Silvana.

Renna was sprawled out, legs spread wide open. Ari sat between them. She had her arms crossed behind her head, propping her up. Her fluffy white-gray wolf-tail splayed to the right of her. Apparently, it wasn’t that uncomfortable to sleep on her back, despite it.

Up close, Renna’s tent was even more amazing to admire. Her panties were wet at the tip, staining the fabric dark. Her cock twitched, and Renna made a noise. Ari wondered what she was dreaming. Something lewd, by the noise that had escaped her lips.

Ari gently—doing her best not to wake Renna—wiggled Renna’s panties to the side, springing her cock free. She glanced sideways—Claire, Lori, and Silvana were watching with fascination, and blushes. They knew what was about to happen. And like Ari, they had a bit of a voyeuristic streak … or maybe anyone would be excited in this situation. She grinned at them and wiggled her eyebrows.

Turning back to Renna, she wrapped a hand around Renna’s impressive girth. Still, she didn’t wake up. Just how deep of a sleeper was she? How far would Ari get before she stirred awake?

She briefly considered whether this was okay … maybe this was the sort of thing best given explicit consent for, but she really, really didn’t think Renna would mind. The opposite. Waking up to her cock in Ari’s mouth would be one of the best starts to her morning she could imagine, if Ari had even a halfway good read on Renna. They’d already slept with each other several times—Renna had made it clear Ari could do what she wanted to her.

Plus, she visibly needed to be taken care of. Her cock was pulsing angrily, and Renna was making noises of pleasure. Whatever her dream was, it wasn’t something chaste, and she needed relief.

Ari leaned forward and gave the tip a gentle kiss.

Morning sex … definitely one of her favorite benefits to having moved in.

She wondered how deep she could get before Renna woke up. All the way? Surely not.

Time to find out.