Meeting the shop owners

Heading down to the shop Mitch and Monica followed behind Alay, his fluffy tail waggling in the air. As they walked, Mitch leaned in close to Monica, “I think our tour guide noticed you looking at his package.”

Monica giggled and quickly whispered back, “His sack is the size of my head; how could I not notice it?”

“My point is,” Mitch continued, “I think he liked you checking out his package.”

“Let’s go buy some jewellery, support their culture, and everything else will happen. But I did notice he was wearing gold,” Monica replied.

Mitch decided to stop pushing, though, for some reason, he enjoyed the thought of Monica underneath their furry tour guide.

Valki and Yindra’s shop was a small wooden building, among other stores. Entering the store, Mitch and Monica saw the two shop owners. Each was tall, though part of that was the extended length of their thick necks. Their heads were similarly broad, with large jaws and pointed ears.

The female of the two, Yindra, quickly stepped around the counter and gave Alay a big hug and a kiss. “Alay,” she said as she embraced him, “You have brought some guests?” Both were only wearing some skirt or kilt with a slit at the back for their bushy tails.

Valki came around the counted moments after Yindra and held a hand out to Mitch, “Welcome to our store. I believe this is your traditional greeting,” he said in a thick accent.

Mitch shook his large clawed paw. Yinda, however, had no intentions of shaking a hand. She playfully pushed Valki aside and embraced Mitch. He felt her furred breasts against his chest before she kissed him fiercely on the lips.

As she stepped back, he noticed Valki doing the same with Monica, his thick tongue delving into Mitch’s wife’s mouth. As Yindra stepped back from Mitch, he looked her over. Her tanned fur was striped with black on her back and tail, but it faded out on her sides to be a gentle cream. As he looked, Yindra hung her tongue out from the side of her muzzle.

“Welcome,” she said after a moment. “So, are you after jewellery for communicating intentions to others, or just something that looks pretty?”

As Mitch went to respond, Valki was guiding Monica to a chair, his large, clawed paw on her arse. “Well, yes, we are interested in jewellery to communicate our intentions.” As he finished his sentence, Valki and Monica sat in a wide chair side by side.

“Well,” Yindra started to guide Mitch to another smaller seat, “let’s take a seat and discuss options and what the jewellery means to us.” Mitch took a seat in the offered place and was surprised when Yindra sat in his lap. He groaned for a moment and was already aroused at watching Valki with his hand upon Mitch’s wife’s arse.

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