Amanda's Hallowthanksmas Special: The 'Year of the Tiger' turns out to be lucky for Amanda, but unlucky for someone else

Just so it isn't TOO obvious, you adjust your bottoms to pin your stiff cock against your abdomen before opening the door and stepping outside.

"Oh!" the voice from before comes from off to the side, behind a column. You can't see even a trace of whoever is hiding there, if anyone. "You're not Ms. Tamara. Did I get the wrong house?"

You shake your head and smirk. "I'm a houseguest from off-station. I think it'll be a couple hours at least before she comes back. I was about to try and find another house party to crash, but now you've got me intrigued. What's the deal with this cute fellow?" You give the huge plush tiger a poke in the nose with your finger.

The female voice responding sounds flustered. "Oh. Sorry, sorry, it's my first year doing, um, fundraising. I wasn't expecting someone so, uh, dressed like you to answer the door." your emotion-reading enhancements tell you that the voice is full of excitement.

Suddenly, there is a shimmering in the air in front of you. It seems that optical camoflauge was being used. That's some fairly expensive tech to build into a holiday costume.

And the costume you see could not be further on the opposite end of the spectrum than Kristin's salacious two-piece ensemble. It's a tiger-themed kigurumi costume - 100% cutesy and 0% sexy. The outfit is so loose-fitting that you can barely see any details of the body under it. The hooded one-piece costume exposes nothing except the face... and it is a cute face, with wide, inviting blue eyes, big ears, and an adorably dimpled chin. The newcomer's golden blonde hair is worn in a very short undercut, parted in the middle and buzzed down to almost nothing on the sides and back. It's cute and sporty.

For a moment you wonder if it might not be an effeminate young man. However, the softness of the nervous giggle she makes - and the hint of a bulge in the chest area when the newcomer raises her arms - convinces you that you're barking up the right tree. The fact that she is hiding her figure under a baggy costume just sparks your interest even more. No doubt she can see the hungry stare in your eyes.

"So, as you can see, I'm a magical zodiac from the spirit realm, here to tell you that the year of the tiger is coming to an end soon." the short-haired blonde can't stop her eyes from roving up and down your body. "Okay, no, that sounded too silly when I said it. I can't even remember how the rest of the speech is supposed to go. My name is Alicia. I live just down the street."

"Nice to meet you Alicia. I'm Amanda." you say, giving her a handshake. She's on the short and petite side compared to you, just a couple inches over five feet. "Now what's all this about luck?"

"Oh! Yeah. So, every year has a guardian spirit associated with it, going around in a cycle. The tiger is considered one of the luckiest to be born under for success in life!" Alicia says proudly. She smirks as she sees you trying to hold in a laugh. "...what? What's so funny? It's an ancient tradition, you know?"

"Oh, it's just... you mean that everyone born this year will have been born lucky?" you ask. "I guess that makes me a hero, then."

"Huh?" Alicia blinks, looking confused.

"Nevermind." you say with a smirk, trying to make it not look TOO wicked. "Anyway. You said you want me to put a donation in the toy tiger's mouth? What's it for?"

"Oh, right. It's, um..." The costumed blonde flicks her eyes to the side. "Sorry... most people don't ask that question. It's for..." she purses her lips and thinks for a moment, "protecting endangered species habitats, I think?"

You give her your best soft, confidently seductive laugh. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it's for a good cause. I'll go ahead and print out a credit chit for you. The only question is, for how much?"

"Well... um... oh yeah, I remember what I'm supposed to say." the nervous short-haired blonde drags her eyes away from your cleavage for long enough to remember at last. "Eight is the luckiest number, and three means 'lots and lots', so if you donate eight hundred and eighty eight credits that means lots and lots of fortune!"

Your eyebrows raise. "Eight hund...? That's quite a lot you're asking for! And didn't you say the tiger year is this year? Which is about to be over in just a few months?"

"Um, yes, that's true, but..." Alicia's cheeks are getting a little red, and she looks over her shoulder as if embarrassed. "Um... sorry in advance if this line sounds cheesy... don't you know it's possible to get very lucky very quickly?" As she speaks, she presses a button on a small band around her wrist...

...and, suddenly, her goofy tiger kurugumi is gone. But she isn't. You can see that she's completely naked under there, and in fantastic physical shape. Just as you are about to make a split second decision whether to ogle her thighs, her hips, or the mouth-watering melons on her chest, the costume flickers back into visibility, hiding her body again. Ah. So THAT'S the reason behind installing expensive invisibility tech in a Hallowthanksmas costume.

Surely Alicia can see your eyes as wide as saucers. She looks quite flattered, and looks down to the side with a shy smirk. The aching need between your legs, distracting but bearable before, escalates to an insatiable throbbing. Your hand is moving to type into your wrist computer before you are even consciously aware of it, your trembling finger jamming the 'eight' key. Alicia looks quite pleased with herself as your personal device prints out a coin-sized credit chit.

"Oh... one second." you say. "I absolutely love animals," you say in a lascivious tone, "but I really should ask my partner if such a big donation is okay. Computer? Redial the last commcode that called me."

That prospect gives Alicia an anxious look, wondering if the donation (which you suspect is probably mostly going to her 'expenses' instead of needy animals or whatever) is about to slip away. Little does she know that as horny as you are, she could probably upsell you to add another eight thousand to that sum.

But instead of Caitlyn's sunny voice, you hear the stern-yet-sensuous voice of Valerie Glidden, who had been a dean at St. Vivians' Academy until tempted her into a sabbatical which eventually became maternity leave. "Amanda! There you are! I hope you realize that I have been watching everything you are doing! What do you have to say for yourself, you shameless tramp!"

Ah, that's right. Caitlyn's call was transferred to you, so your device called Valerie. Since Alicia can't hear what is being said, she just sees you wincing. "Uh oh. Is she upset?" Alicia asks.

You wink at her and hold a finger to your lips. Since Alicia can hear you (muting yourself in front of her would be a bit suspicious), you have to choose your words carefully to sound innocuous. "Hi Val. Listen, that conversation I was having with Caitlyn was just a little fun. I didn't really intend to-"

"I don't give a fig about your fellow degenerate gambler one way or the other! I'm talking about what just happened in that house! Amanda, you may be a sinner, but I thought I had touched your heart and convinced you to repent..." Valerie's voice was soft for a moment, before suddenly becoming filled with fire and thunder: "...by being my instrument of holy vengeance on this corrupted community making a mockery of Church teachings!"

You cringe as she goes off - her yelling at you isn't helping with your painful hard-on, quite the opposite. "You shameful sodomite! If you hadn't stopped just short of cumming in that so-called 'angel's anus, my wrath would REALLY be terrible! As it is, I think you have forgotten that I brought the Grand Crusader with me!"

"No, Valerie - please, don't go that far..." you say. It's not so much you are afraid of her using that thing on you again, but you're genuinely concerned about her operating a heavy-duty power tool like that while eight months pregnant. "I just wanted to ask if it's alright if I make a donation to a worthy cause here. It's for endangered animals on consecrated worlds, I think."

"Alright? ALRIGHT?!" Valerie fumes, her voice building to a melodramatic crescendo. "You had void-damned better offer whatever donation necessary!"

A little confused, you blink. "Huh? You mean you DO want me to?"

"Were you not paying attention to anything the terribly misguided young lady in front of you was saying?" Valerie is really ranting now - you wish you could see her face. "I would have thought that even an inveterate sinner like you would feel at least a slight tinge of horror at this... this... outright pagan superstition! 'Luck'? Guardian spirits? Good God! Plum Valley is further gone than I thought. Amanda, it is your divine duty to deliver some desperately needed correction! If you don't want me to spank your bottom absolutely red and raw when you get back to the ship, I demand that you do whatever it takes to properly fill that young lady to the brim with the hot, sticky wages of sin!"

A shudder of excitement runs through your lower body, so intense you worry you're going to make a mess of your robes right here and now. "Okay. I promise, babe." you struggle to keep your voice calm and even as you pretend to hang up.

You then look back to Alicia, who is staring at you expectantly, blissfully unaware of the judgment Valerie was passing on her. "Good news, Alicia: I can make a donation. But first, I think your costume had a little malfunction a second ago. Why don't you step inside for a second so I can help you fix it? I'm very good with my hands."

After you invite Alicia in, when she's not looking your direction, you swiftly dial Caitlyn's number on your wrist computer... and send the text 'How about this shade of blonde?'

Caitlyn answers, of course. But her only response - for your ears only due to the communicator being in private mode - is a theatrical yawn. "Really, Amanda, do you have to humiliate yourself again? I'm betting that even if you make it past second base, you won't be able to hold it for long enough. If that even was my sister."

Any worries you may have had about Alicia backing out are unfounded. Even though she was acting shy at first, this short-haired nymph definitely came out tonight to fuck. As soon as you're in front of the fire, Alicia points up to the traditional spring of mistletoe hanging from the threshhold, and puts her arms over your shoulders, planting a kiss on your lips. You can feel her gorgeous body pressing against you through her costume as you toss your black robe to the floor for the second time.

Your nerves are on fire. You want to shred that dumb tiger onesie she's wearing to pieces with your bare hands. It takes all your control to merely yank down the hood as you put your tongue in her mouth and swap spit.

Alicia's hands are starting to explore your body as well... and as one of her hands slides down over your stomach, her eyes suddenly snap wide open in surprise. Her hand brushes against the hardness of your cock and she takes a step back in surprise. "Oh, nice!" she gives you an adorably giddy smile. "You're a futa too! I thought I saw something down there, but I wasn't sure. I heard that Tamara Mayfair is one, which is why I was hoping she'd be home tonight."

You thrust your hips out a little. "Oh? Would this," you give your protruding member a little waggle, "be a new experience, or one you're hoping to repeat?"

"Oh. Um, well..." Alicia puts a hand to her mouth to hide her smirk. "I know I'm technically supposed to save myself for marriage... but this is Plum Valley, nobody does that. I had a girlfriend for a while, and we did some stuff... at first, I was only doing, um, fundraising with ladies. Then I tried it with few men... and it was okay, but that wasn't quite right either."

"Did some stuff? It?" you lick your sensuous red lips. "What is 'it'? How lucky did those guy's donations let them get?"

The enticing blonde lass bites her lower lip. "I shouldn't say. But, um, you know... there are lots of laws on Milky Way Church chartered colonies about who is allowed to buy what. Only married women can legally buy... condoms." she says that last word in a conspiratorial whisper. "I saw the guy pull one out of one of the fireplace stockings . I asked a couple of girls I know and they say that's the unwritten rule. Maybe you could check, before we get too far?"

As you step over to the fireplace, Alicia unzips the back of her tiger onesie and lets it fall to the floor, finally giving you a good long look at her fair, pristine skin and her stunningly sexy body. Her body isn't that different from the petite, waifish Kristin. She has a more slender build than the lush figures you and Valerie have, and a bit less busty than you... but you wouldn't change a thing about her pale, full breasts or the little rosebuds of her pink nipples. To your delight, her tits are bigger than Kristin's... the soft, inviting mounds really stand out on her slender frame. You can't peel your eyes off them while you fumblingly thrust your hand down in the stocking.

"Well?" Alicia's innocent blue eyes look at you with undisguised eagerness. "Does it have some?"

"Hmmm." you purse your lips. You can feel at least a dozen foil-wrapped squares in the hanging stocking as you make a big show of searching it. "Nope," you lie with a flawless poker face. "It's empty." You sidle over and check the second stocking. It, too, has an assortment of condoms inside it. "Darn. None in this one, either." The third stocking actually is empty, so after feeling around in it with your hand, you turn it upside down and try to dump it out, as if desperately hoping to find one. "So much for luck, huh?"

Alicia smiles softly. "I wouldn't be sure about that..." she flutters her eyeslashes at you as she gets down onto her knees. Before you can do anything she takes a hold of your cock and bounces it up and down in her hands.

"Wow. It's just like a guy's thing, huh? Except less hair." Alicia stares in awe at your thobbing rod. "Oh my gosh! You even painted little skulls on the balls!" a tingle of excitement runs through you as she curiously gives them a squeeze between her fingers. "That's adorable. I hope the body paint is waterproof~" she softly jerks your rod with her hand as she goes lower to kiss the sack and suck them into her mouth, and starts giving the sensitive orbs a once-over with her tongue. Curiously exploring her first set of futa parts she also uses her other hand and slides two fingers to tease the slit behind the twig and berries.

The two skulls painted on the sensitive sack she's slurping on are really more of a warning Alicia doesn't know to heed, than a joke. "Mmm, I hope you're not making light of the grim reaper's cursed jewels." you say in a teasing voice. It's true that they're "cursed", in the sense that a lot of young women have cursed them specifically after getting a positive pregnancy test.

Almost immediately, you start feeling the 'edge' coming up. Damn - anal with that angel Kristin really did a number on you, more than you expected. If only you'd had a few more minutes to cool down before Alicia came to the door.

...and Caitlyn, voyeuristically taking in the whole scene, is whispering in your ear. "Go on, Amanda. Cumming in her mouth would feel good, and be good for you! Give up this silly bluff and admit my victory already."

It's funny. Back at St. Applegate, you had once imagined you had an angel and a devil on your shoulders, based on an old cartoon you saw, when you were deciding what to do about the Jeanette/Vincent situation. And now you're back in that very same situation. Except instead of your imagination, it's Caitlyn and Valerie. Which is the angel and which is the devil is up to debate.

Running your hand through Alicia's hair and biting down on the wave of pleasure, you decide you'll call Valerie the angel - the old school, harsh and arbitrary kind of angel - as an excuse to side with her. As far as you're concerned, any outcome that involves you getting to fuck the shapely blonde girl-next-door tonguing the base of your shaft right now would be 'good' on a level that transcends any conventional sense of ethics.

Alicia giggles softly as she jerks your spit-slicked cock. "I thought I'd have finished you by now. I keep getting distracted by how funny that 'bone' nanopaint looks." For many others, it's been no laughing matter. "Maybe..." she flashes her eyes at you and smirks as she squeezes the sensitive meat, "I could try it for just a minute, just to see what it feels like..."

You sneak in a grope of Alicia's soft tits as she pulls away from you and lays down on her back. For the last year or so, you've really gotten into a couple of your lesser kinks like public, partly-clothed sex. But as much fun as it is to creampie a porn actress in her costume, you are really enjoying the sight of Alicia's pale, perfect body in the soft firelight. Her skin is so smooth, it's practically radiant. There's no part of her that isn't in absolutely fantastic shape.

Faced with the full glory of Alicia's bare ass presented in your direction, you almost entirely forget about Kirstin the angel you missed your opportunity with. "Last chance to give up, Caitlyn..." you whisper to yourself as you kneel over Alicia. Alicia sweetly grabs your arms with her hands as you lift her legs up. The soles of her feet rest on your shoulders as your throbbing cock bounces back and forth between her thighs. You feel a twinge of excitement as you rest your bone on her lower stomach so she can see just how deep it will be going, the head of your rod covering up her belly button.

"Ohmygod... I can't believe I'm really doing this." Alicia smiles shyly and suppresses another giggle, turning away from your gaze. "I know I shouldn't, but I want to feel it."

The tension you're feeling increases as the head of your cock clumsily probes its way into Alicia's wetness. She's relaxed and ready. It's only for your own benefit that you don't go all in at once, but ease yourself into her. By the time you've slowly worked it as deep as you can go to make sure it's comfortable for her, it feels like a spring is coiling up inside you.

"I'm going to start moving." you smirk at her mischievously and begin to move your hips. Alicia clutches at your arms with her hands, taking deep breaths in time with your slow thrusts. She tosses her head back and forth on the rug as her breaths become soft cries. You take one of her feet in your mouth and begin nibbling on her toes, making her giggle.

"Amanda... Amanda..." Alicia is starting to say in between cries. "Hold on... stop... that's enough..."

You feel a **** clutching sensation. Are you about to be denied again? You don't think your body could take it. You partly withdraw from her, and Alicia wiggles away from underneath you, pushing you off with her legs. "I can keep going." you say, a little desperately. "And you didn't even feel it the best way... my favorite way. On both ends. At least give it a little try?"

Alicia pauses before she goes down to suck your cock. "You're reeeeeally not getting close to cumming?" she asks in that sweet, slightly playful tone that is driving your motor into overdrive.

"Not as close as you did." you give her that flashing, devilish gaze that has worked so well for you in the past. And it works. You see a shiver of excitement run through Alicia. She cups her breasts with both hands and squeezes.

"Okay." she says in a small voice. "Show me."

Moments later, you are experiencing the lovely feeling of Alicia's strip-club-worthy ass bumping against your lap as she fucks you on top in the 'overturned position', a lot like reverse cowgirl except she is balanced on her feet and leaning way back, supporting herself with her hands. It's perfect for you to thrust up into her. It makes you lick your lips with delight as you realize what a good scene Kristin's aunt Tamara will get to enjoy later, thanks to the recording equipment hidden in this cozy living room. She'll get to see your thick sausage sliding into Alicia's cunt.

It seems this position works for Alicia just as well as it does for you. Realizing she's close, you pick up the pace as your muscles burn with effort and your hips burn with pent-up desire to breed. The feeling of tense futa balls bouncing against her clit faster and faster makes Alicia cum.

"Stop! Amanda, please, stop!" It isn't Alicia's voice saying that, but another blonde with a truly amazing ass: Caitlyn, who you'd forgot is watching, along with Valerie. Before you can think, your lust-scrambled mind does so - you pull out of Alicia, letting your slick cock flop against her tummy. You almost immediately regret it. You feel yourself right on the edge. But whether or not you warned her earlier, if Caitlyn is really going to give in...

You and Alicia just stay there panting for a few moments. "Ohmygod... Ohmygod, that felt so good..." Alicia murmurs as she relaxes and lies down on top of your body. The feel of your cock squeezed between her silky thighs is sweet ****.

"Okay, you can keep going now!" Caitlyn says in her usual overly-cheerful, sunny voice. "A client just called and I had to make up an excuse. I think he might have heard my vibrator running in the background~"

Air blows through your nose. You really should expect Caitlyn to play dirty.

"Let's keep going." you say to Alicia. "Turn around. I want to see those beautiful titties bouncing. I'll... hnnnhhh... I'll give you an even bigger donation if you do."

A soft whine escapes Alicia's lips as you play with her pussy with your fingers. Without saying anything she straightens up and turns around to face you. She kneels over you, putting her knees against your sides. You splay your legs wide and grab the base of your cock to align it.

Just as the sweet heat of her lower lips is kissing the crown of your dickhead, Alicia fixes her eyes on you. "You'll let me know when you're about to cum, right?"

Horny as you are, you can't manage any clever 'exact words' response to that, so you just nod vehemently.... followed by a groan of pleasure as the slipperiness of Alicia's cunt slides down your shaft and engulfs you.

Getting to watch Alicia's boobs sway as she gently raises and lowers her butt on your lap is everything you hoped for. You waste no time in getting a handful of those puppies and giving them both a grope. Alicia moans softly whenever you thrust up into her in time with her motions.

When you slide your hands all the way down her body and grip Alicia's springy young buttocks with both hands, you've once again forgotten all about Caitlyn. It doesn't matter at all to the parts of you below the waist whether this is Caitlyn, her sister, or someone else entirely - a fertile young woman is brushing her ass cheeks against your nuts while the base of your cock stretches out her pussy lips. This is the reproductive act, and any moment now, your cock is going to take action accordingly to pass along your genes.

"Mmmm," you purr, giving Alicia's ass a two-handed spank as you stare up at her with animalistic lust in your eyes. "You said that this is the year of the tiger, didn't you, cutie?"

"Ah.... ah... Uh-huh." Alicia's eyes are closed as she bites her lip, focusing on the sensation of your shaft slipping deep inside her.

"What's next year?" you ask, kneading both sides of her supple rump in your hands.

"Uh... um... the year of the rabbit." Alicia murmurs in her lusty haze. Even as you interrupt with questions she is still gently sliding her cunt up and down your throbbing futa-hood. When she goes balls-deep she bucks her hips back and forth. "Do you want to... come again so you can see me in a rabbit costume?"

You feel the point of no return coming up. Soft grunts are coming from your lips as your stomach goes aflutter. "Mmmf... So does that mean that if you got pregnant right now, the kid would be born in the year of the rabbit?"

That shocking question makes Alicia squeeze around your cock. "I guess so...?" she is clearly too caught up in the act to think much about what you're saying.

As it so happens, neither are you. The festively-decorated futa balls brushing gently against Alicia's ass tremble ominously. Your orgasm hits you like an earthquake, and you can't help but scream shrilly. "Oh fuck! Alicia, I'm cumming!" Before the words have even left your mouth, a geyser of gooey white semen is erupting deep inside the short-haired blonde astride your hips.

Alicia's next soft moan of pleasure is cut off by an adorable squeak of surprise as she feels the sudden heat of your potent jizz. As a result of Kristin's earlier cock-teasing, the load spraying inside Alicia is an especially big one, so much she can't help but feel it. "Amanda!! Are you cumming inside me?" she asks, reflexively looking back over her shoulder.

"Uhhh..." your slurred, noncommittal murmur trails off into a soft grunt as you squeeze your eyes shut and fire a third rope of sticky baby-batter inside her. You let out an incredibly contented sigh before meeting her gaze. "Oops. I shouldn't have mentioned the rabbit thing. Pregnancy is a bit of a kink of mine, and thinking about it really set me off."

Alicia's eyes go wide. As she lifts her ass up off your lap, she bends her head down to get a good view of your softening cock slipping out of her. "Are you kidding me?" she asks nervously.

Even as she speaks, Alicia clenching her tummy causes a pearly white strand of cum to messily tumble out of her snatch. The sensation of your own cum dribbling over your scrotum makes you tingle with delight as you bask in the afterglow of your sinful act.

You recline on your back in insolent satisfaction, softly touching yourself, while Alicia hops to her feet in a bow-legged stance. "I hate to tell you, Miss Lucky Tigress," you say in a casual, satisfied tone of voice, "but futa sperm are a lot more aggressive than the usual male kind. If this is a risky day for you, you might have less than an hour before one of them reaches their destination."

"Nnnnh!" Alicia lets out strangled yelp as she spreads her legs and wiggles her hips from side to side. "Why didn't you tell me that before? That's horrible!" she whimpers between soft gasps as she gently rubs her clit, still trembling from the fuck of her life.

"That's nature, I suppose." you smirk. "Since only about 1 in 6 of a futa's kids will be futa themselves, we would've died out centuries ago if we didn't have a few evolutionary adaptations to compensate. Look on the bright side - the charity you're collecting money for is supposed to be about helping endangered species reproduce, right?"

Alicia looks down at you with an accusatory pout. "I need to go wash this nasty stuff out of me before it's too late. You wait right there!" The short-haired blonde hobbles her way to the bathroom door, keeping one hand between her legs so she doesn't leave more cum dribbles on the carpet.

You stand and toss your robe back on. While Alicia is occupied in the bathroom you sneak out the front door, where the stuffed donation tiger is still sitting. You put a second credit chit, this one for 88 credits, in the tiger's mouth with the first one, and walk out into the night.

"So, Caitlyn - how did you like watching me make you an aunt?" you say to your communicator with a wicked smirk.

"Hee hee! I wouldn't know, Amanda - since you haven't done it. I've actually never seen that girl you just fucked before in my life. She is pretty cute, though."

You dramatically sigh, and snap your fingers. "Drat, too bad. So that's one down, and ninety four to go."

"Amanda, come on," Caitlyn giggles, "you're being silly. Why don't you leave those poor, innocent Plum Valley girls alone and just agree to my terms already? I need to make a business call, now that you helped me work out a little 'stress'. Let's talk compromise when I call you back, okay?"

You spot another house party with an open door. "Take all the time you need, Caitlyn... the night is young."