1.60 – Horny Jail

Caught in an act, minimally detailed

For what it was worth, the guards did safely lead her through several crowds of protesters. The protests were only small isolated groups, and Henry was nowhere to be seen. The others weren't focused on the name they'd heard. They weren't as paranoid as Henry in general, just impatient.

They wanted compensation most of all, but Syber needed time to implement such a thing. Secondly, they were angry about the crowd control methods employed and wanted answers. Syber officials were wise enough to let them vent their frustrations.

Maple turned to the friendlier of the gnolls at her side.

"Um, where are we going exactly?"

"To the Embassy first. SIB is doing their investigation and has some questions for you about SuQ Dairy. When they're done, we'll bring you to a guard office and have our own interro—interview."

She half hadn't expected an answer. The 'good cop' gave her a grin that showed all his teeth, probably intended to look friendly. Maple tightened her hand around Emma's.

"Oh. Thanks. What's SIB?"

"Succubus Investigation Bureau. They tend to handle their own affairs."

Bailey remained silent the entire time, but he was in the front so didn't have much choice. They paused a moment after entering the succubus embassy, and Bailey turned to her. Before he could say anything, the [Sergeant] spoke.

"Bailey. You're dismissed. Return to your usual duties."

"Yes, [Sergeant]."

He glanced to her one last time, and left. Maple couldn't tell what he'd wanted to say, but she hoped they were still friends. She, at least, wasn't upset by anything he could have done. Getting this over with was a relief.

So if he only felt bad for having to 'bring her in', all would be well. But if he'd drank the milk, been included in the mass orgasm, or otherwise blamed her for something—it would be up to him.

Hopefully that wasn't the case. He was a nice gnoll. Gentle.

They left Maple and Emma alone in a windowless room. A pitcher of water and cups were on the table. A filing cabinet was in one corner. Maple had no way of knowing how much time was passing. She kept wanting to glance at a clock, a watch, her phone, the sky. It felt like hours had passed.

Was it intentional? To torture her with boredom, and make her more willing to talk? The last thing the friendlier gnoll had told them kept replaying in her mind.

"The [Agent] is busy right now, but you shouldn't have to wait too long. Just sit tight."

What a joke.

Anyway, they grew bored. Emma grew bored. They had her notebook, so Maple taught her how to play tic-tac-toe. Then hangman, dots and boxes, and then she ran out of ideas. They resorted to I spy. It lasted a few rounds before the dull scenery sucked the fun out of it.

I spy with my little eye, something round

something shiny

something delicious.

"In here? Your little eye might be hallucinating, cutie."

Emma shook her head, a smirk growing on her face. She gave Maple a few seconds, by which time she realized what she'd meant, and pounced. Maple braced for impact—the soap slime was not light—but when Emma landed, her body splashed to the sides and wrapped around Maple's body. She laughed.

"I should have known you meant me."

Emma's face popped up to meet Maple's, and she got a kiss as a reward for her antics. Emma caught the intended-peck, and turned it into a make out session. Boredom could be synthesized into a better feeling.

Of course, if the conversion went too far, Maple would have a problem on her hands. It was only when Emma slipped a tendril into her shirt that she pulled back.

"They're gonna come in—any minute. Probably..."

Any minute, or any hour.

Emma nodded and retracted the tendril, still smiling. Maple was more conflicted than her. She could be bored and ruminative, or...

"Just a little would probably be fine..."

The door knob twisted. They both turned. Emma frantically pulled herself out of Maple's clothes, and Maple sat up straight. She was panting and sweating a little, and trying to look natural. Emma had only been sitting on her lap, nothing else was going on.

The woman in the doorway sighed, gaze fixed on her clipboard. Her eyes held dark circles, and her tail drooped low behind her. But for her perfect posture and prim grey business attire, she looked haggard.

"Maple? I'm [Ag—ooh."

Her tone went up a pitch and her lips curved into something that may have even been a smile. She stared at something slightly above Maple for a moment before stepping into the room and closing the door.

She sunk into the chair across from Maple and let out a refreshed sigh. Her eyes were closed, and she looked...relaxed.

Maple and Emma didn't dare move. They were acting natural. Even though they'd already been caught, hadn't they? They looked at each other. Emma's eyes were wide with concern. Maple's face, beet red.

"Um, sorry..."

"By all means, continue what you were doing if you'd like. Just let me bask for a second."

Emma wiggled her eyebrows. They had permission. Maple shook her head and mouthed no. The situation was so absurd she silently laughed with her.

Their fooling around had gone too far. Maple had been close, at some point deciding they definitely had enough time to cum—and then the door opened. And this lady totally knew what they'd been doing.

She could see sex energy or whatever, just like Sasha. She was basking in it. The offer to continue might have been serious. She decided to pull a Thera while urging Emma off of her.

"I'm so mortified, Em."

If only she had the willpower to go with it. Emma patted her head and Maple poured herself a glass of water while the succubus basked for an awkward few minutes.