Flee!

Your barest glance shows you that it's not the clerk, acting on many an instinct honed from getting beaten up when younger you let your legs go limp, dropping you into a low, bow legged crouch, you look straight up to see a very strong looking set of arms catch only air as the surprised looking saber-girl looks down at you.

Before you can act further Kayla seems to simply appear, the slighter girl moving with remarkable speed to slam a fist into your would be attackers abdomen, the **** of her movement and the blow combine to lift the much larger woman off the ground a good foot, her eyes bugging out slightly as the air leaves her lungs.

A quick tumble from you has you out from under the collapsing animorph, washing you in light snow and driving thoughts of lust from your mind and you turn, still low to the ground to see Pam backing up, the clerk with her as they move back, pushing you towards the more open outskirts of the camp.

Just as you begin to turn it all seems to happen at once. The risen women move as a tide of muscle, Pam rushes to scoop you up as Kayla dashes ahead, seeming to act as a blocker or scout. Your last glimpse of the clerk is that of a smirking face as his hands flash back, under his shirt then forward again, to create a sort of cross block, if they were blades or clubs you would think it was. However, that was not the case.

He seemed to have a set of dildos.

With a long yowl the women descend upon him, the clerks sounds muffled as he is dragged into a nearby tent.

The camp continues to grow smaller as you make a mad dash for the suites exit, you spot many of the other girls looking at your group in concern and and confusion as you all skid to a halt by the front entrance.

Kayla looks to be the worse for wear, having outpaced Pam and yourself early on and, judging by her state seems to have been here for a few minuets, taking great gulps of air. Pam doesn't seem phased in the least, despite having to carry you. Once again your shocked at her strength, she may not have been as fast, but it was clear to you that Pam was the dominate hunter here.

As the adrenalin began to fade from your system you take the time to wrap an arm around Pam's waist before you pull her in for a heated kiss, while surprised at first by the sudden action she is quick to lift you off the ground and crush you against her ample breasts, now you can tell how much she was really worked up, her heart is hammering so hard you can feel it in your own. Whether she was worried or if it was from your mad flight you are unsure, but for now you don't want to dwell on it, instead focusing on her rough, slick tongue as it battles your own.

While you wanted to keep this up for as long as you can there is a nagging voice in the back of your head pulling you from your hot, tribal mate. Thinking back to their own manner of speech you pull back from her and bury your head in her neck, kissing it a handful of times before pulling back to look her in the eye, "You have done well in protecting your Master Pam, you have shown great courage this day, standing against all with so few. However..."

You gently pull yourself from the at once confused, yet proud, saber-girl. "It is you, Kayla, that came to my rescue this day, at least initially..." You are quick to step up to the slighter woman, her currently slightly bowed stature with her hands on her knees as her breathing steadied left you with a unique chance. Moving closer still you gently tilt her head to look into her eyes for a moment before you swoop in for your first true kiss, you do your best to make it one worthy of remembrance, starting almost chaste before allowing your hands to close about her waist as hers encircle your neck. After a long moment, still locking eyes with one another you feel the deep rumble of a purr begin to rise within her and take that as your cue, you allow your lips to part and she is quick to follow suit. Only then do you let your eyes close, letting yourself feel the hard marble beneath her soft flesh.

Wasting little time the woman sweeps you into a heated embrace, her hands sliding to your hair, her claws extended slightly to scratch at your scalp as yours find there way to her toned rear, taking each cheek in hand and pulling her against you in a quick thrust that makes her quiver a bit. You may be on the scrawny side, but it's a lean mussel for quick, hard movements. As it looks like her hands are about to follow your example the purring seems to intensify, and Kayla stiffens a bit. You chance a glance and your eyes widen slightly to see Pam has moved in behind Kayla and started to stroke her hips even as she is nuzzling and lapping at her ears.

You loose track of the time as the three of you enjoy a rapidly heating make out session before you finally break apart. After a moment of eying each other with undisguised want, not unlike the whole of the tribe not minuets, perhaps hours ago you cast a mischievous look around the room, you are quick to note the nearly completed paperwork and start to wonder....