Exploring the city

If Ashley is going to spend any amount of time here she should get to know the neighborhood. So you spend the late morning just strolling around, figuring out which buildings Ashley will have classes in and peeking into the shops around campus. A few knickknacks are bought, but Ashley surprises you by steering away from the clothing stores. "I'll be getting plenty of those for free soon. They'll want me wearing STU colors as much as possible."

"Yes yes, but what about me?” Tibby whines in her best 'brat' voice. "What about my need to be spoiled with new clothes to stuff in John's wardrobe since mine is full?"

"Not my wardrobe!” you say dramatically. "Ashley, you have to come up with something to stop her!"

Luckily for your outfit storage Ashley already has an answer ready "I'm sure they won't mind giving us extras. Two or three walking advertisements are better than one. They might even ask us to pass out swag to our friends!"

"If they do we should avoid being obnoxious about it," you say. "We can offer swag once, then we shut up unless someone asks for more."

"Deal," Tibby says agreeably. "Now how about we have a bite in that nice looking café over there?"

You are starting to get hungry, so you cross the street and enter through the glass door. It's a cozy setup, warm and with the scent of cinnamon in the air. It's also teeming with petgirls! Some are seated across from their owners while they share a snack, others are cuddled up together on the bench seats, a few have even plopped down right on their owners' laps. But there's not a single customer in here who isn't accompanied by a pet.

You've barely stepped into the café when a snow leopard girl greets you with a shy smile. "Hi, I'm Claudia. Can I show you to a table? A waiter will be along shortly."

While the girl leads you past the first row of tables Ashley asks, "Do you work here?"

Claudia shakes her head. "No ma'am." She sounds more formal now, maybe because Ashley is still wearing her interview getup. "Is this your first time at the Petgirl Café?"

"What the bloody nora is a petgirl café?" Tibby asks bluntly.

"I'll take that as a yes." You reach an empty table and Claudia sits right down with you. "All the girls here are pets who haven't found an owner yet, but don't want to spend their days waiting around at an adoption center. So my uncle and I came up with the idea that we'd set up a dormitory for petgirls upstairs. They help out in his café, and in return they get a constant stream of customers to interact with. It's not very profitable since he still needs some regular staff, but a generous donation from the SPCP (that's the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Petgirls) keeps us afloat."

"That is so cool," Ashley gushes. "Why have we never heard of it?"

"It was a regular café until recently, and we haven't done much advertising. Oh, here's your waiter now."

A young guy with a notepad takes your orders, including a soda for the snow leopard, and retreats to the kitchen. A minute later he returns with a tray of treats for everyone. While you eat, you keep talking to Claudia. Once you know everything she can tell you about the café, the conversation shifts to what other things there are to do in Spruceville. A local is bound to know more than an online tourist board after all.

Sure enough, Claudia has a hot tip for you. "If you keep your eyes open on the road to the wilderness center, you'll see a little footpath that leads to a secluded lake. The water's icy this time of year, but it's beautiful enough to visit even if you can't swim."

Armed with Claudia's directions and a pack full of supplies you set off into the woods, following the road until you spot the dirt path snaking off into the trees.

It's a good thing Ashley brought that extra pair of shoes because it's a bit of a hike over rough terrain. The path is more of a deertrail than anything, she'd likely twist an ankle trying to navigate it in heels. But as it is the walk is doable and she's not complaining. Especially not once the destination is in sight.

One moment you're pushing past the evergreen branches, the next you're standing on a pebbly beach. It's not a big beach, the trees growing barely two steps from the water's edge. They're even closer on the other side, which makes the beach a narrow crescent pressed up against the small lake.

Even here some of the trees' branches extend to the water, and a knotted rope hangs from one of them. Perfect to swing out on and make a big splash. The water is too cold for that today, but it's very nice to look at. Crystal clear and undisturbed thanks to the trees sheltering it from wind and wandering people (except for Claudia and her friends, and now you), you have a clear view all the way to the sandy, pebble-strewn lakebed.

After looking around for a while you unroll the blanket Claudia lent you and lay it down on the smooth rocks. Tibby and Ashley sit down and dump everything else out of the bag. Tibby slices the watermelon you bought at a local grocer, Ashley passes napkins around, and you distribute the cider and croissants you ordered as takeout at the end of your visit at the Petgirl Café. Seamlessly the three of you settle in for a light lunch and good conversation.

"Do you think any of the pictures you're going to take for STU will be sexy?" Tibby asks cheekily.

"They better not be!" Ashley exclaims. "I'm trying to be taken seriously here, not starting a career as a pinup girl."

"I seem to recall you enjoying it when I pin you up against the wall, Ash," you say, laying it on thick.

"That's in private, it's different," she laughs.

"I see," Tibby rubs her chin thoughfully. "You like being master's pinup girl, but you don't want to be a magazine or calendar pinup girl?"

"Just eat your watermelon."

To take mercy on Ashley you find something to tease Tibby about instead. She retaliates by teasing you about something else. You continue joking around like that and run through various topics of interest.

"I wonder if that kind of thing is secretly more common than I thought," Ashley says when the conversation returns to the petgirl café.

"What kind of thing?" Tibby asks.

"You know, pets doing jobs they don't consider work. Isabel's performances, the girls helping out at the café... maybe what I'm doing isn't so unusual of after all. I'm just taking things a step further than them."

"Yeah, a step or two dozen," you say and everyone chuckles.

"But seriously. We should look into this somehow. There might be other petgirls in similar situations that could benefit from more awareness."

You remember something. "Claudia said they were getting donations from the SPCP. That should be the first place we ask questions."

You spend a while longer making plans, but eventually the last melon slice is gone and it's time to pick up your trash. It'd be a crime to pollute somewhere this lovely. I mean more of a crime than it already is elsewhere, if you pollute you're a dick.

"Too bad we didn't bring anything else," you say as you stuff the remains of your picnic into your bag. "I could go for dessert.'

With everything packed away and ready to go you look out over the lake again as if to bid it farewell. Your pets rustle around behind you, pebbles clacking noisily as they step off the beach. Since you're still standing motionless instead of following them they call out to you, but they don't sound impatient.

When you turn away from the water you're surprised to see the girls standing halfway into the forest, both of them bent over a thick, low-hanging branch. They're facing away from you so their fine asses stick out in your direction, one squeezed into a tight pair of jeans and the other barely concealed by a skirt that's riding noticably higher than it was just moments ago. "How's this for a dessert, John?" Ashley asks and they both grin back at you.

You hurry to drop your pack and take the few steps required to catch up to the girls. "Looks like a treat!" In fact, their booties look so enticing you just have to give each of them a smack.

"Eek! Hey, we're good girls! No spanking," Tibby cries out.

Laughing, you roll Ashley's skirt up over her hips, then reach around to unbutton the cat's jeans and pull them down along with her panties. This ends with you kneeling behind the girls, face level with their butts. You gently kiss each cheek in apology for your unwarranted spanks.

"That's more like it," Tibby says.

Her booty is bare, but Ashley's cheeks are separated by the thin line of a hot pink thong. Running your finger along the side of the cotton strip you say, "Nice choice. Is this how you stayed so cool when we were talking to the dean?"

"Yes. It's a magic Thong of Confidence. How did you know?"

"I have an eye for magic apparel. But wait, didn't you say you only like to be pinned up in private?"

"Outside can be private if nobody else is around. Do you want to stand there questioning it, or do you want to..."

Since when do you question it when good things happen? "Let's get that thong off you then! Unless you'd lose your magic confidence the moment I do?"

Ashley hums in amusement and tells you it's fine. Quickly, you pull her thong down and drop it to her ankles. Then you give her bum another kiss and dive in, kissing and licking what her underwear had covered. Not leaving Tibby out of it, you grope your way up one of her legs until you hold a firm cheek in your hand. Squeezing it greedily, you let your fingers wander until they find their way between her legs as well. A finger dips inside, then comes out to stroke up and down and trace a circle around her love button.

You lap at Ashley's folds, then shift over so you can lick Tibby and use your other hand on Ashley. The hand that was stroking Tibby grabs her ass again, kneading one cheek while you bury your tongue in her snatch. "Enjoying your dessert?" the cat asks through a light moan.

"Mhmm," you respond without removing your tongue from her pussy.

To your surprise it's Ashley who cums first, though you barely licked her before switching to using your hand on her. Her orgasmic moan echoes slightly in the forest, reminding you of where you are. You hope nobody else decides to hike out here today, but you don't intend on stopping either way.

You do stop licking Tibby, but only so you can get on your feet. Pulling your pants partway down, you slide your dick into her from behind. She gasps at the sudden intrusion, trembling under the effects of a micro-orgasm from the first thrust. You immediately give her another thrust, pounding rapidly to push her toward a full climax.

Tibby yowls, grabbing the branch and pushing back to meet your thrusts. You hold onto her side, your other hand on her back, your motions in sync. Soon Tibby is yowling again, shouting her pleasure unashamedly to the trees. You hold her tight, your dick pushed all the way inside her until her orgasm is over.

Then you pull out and, shuffling quickly to the left, line yourself up behind Ashley. Her hand catches your slick cock, pulling it between her legs to her wet snatch. You push into her slowly, moving forward until your crotch bumps into her. Reaching forward, you pull her torso up so you can wrap your arms around her. One hand goes on Ashley's tummy, the other grabs a tit through her shirt. The bunny's own hands brace against the branch, holding herself in position.

"You ready?" you ask, and she nods.

You pull back, withdrawing until only an inch of your length remains in her pussy. Then you slam into her, eliciting a pleasurable grunt.

"Harder!"

You give the horny rabbit what she wants, pulling back and thrusting into her again. This time your pace is slow, but you put power into every thrust. Ashley is grunting away, the branch shaking under her.

Tibby stands up, moving away from the branch so it can't hit her. While the kitty pulls her pants up you continue fucking Ashley, whose grunts are getting louder already. She's well on her way to a second climax, but she still has the presence of mind to tell you not to creampie her. "I'm in a skirt and thong, don't want it running down my leg later."

"But isn't cumming on the ground pollution?" Tibby giggles.

"It's going to rain later," you reassure her between your own grunts. "It'll be gone before anyone is bothered by it."

"Yeah, I guess. Still, I have a better idea. Just pull out when you're ready and I'll show you," she says, sitting on the forest floor by your feet.

As it turns out, she doesn't have to wait long. Ashley's orgasm sets you off too, and one spurt comes out inside her even as you pull out. Your cock is only exposed to the air for a moment before Tibby's right hand wraps around it, stroking furiously to milk the rest of your sperm out.

When she lets go of you and stands up, you see that she's caught it all with her left hand. She holds it up proudly and proclaims "Now I get dessert too!" Before you can respond she extends her tongue, lapping your cream up from her palm.

"Oh. Well I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed mine."

The cat just keeps licking up her treat, so you return your focus to Ashley, who has slumped forward to rest on the branch she was holding. While you wait for her to catch her breath you stroke her back slowly, and she murmurs happily. When she's ready to stand up you help off the branch and she bends over to pull her thong back into place.

Smoothing out her wrinkled skirt she glances at Tibby, who is licking the last of your cum off her fingers. "I hope we don't look too ragged when we return Claudia's blanket."

Laughing, you shoulder your pack again. "We can blame the walk through the forest if we do."