-Mason Cooley

"Myaster does not want to help?"

"No, it's not that, it's just…" John cast his eyes toward Moira and Tricia, fighting a blush back from his cheeks unsuccessfully. Just the thought of what the Nekos had been up to before they burst into the campsite unexpectedly had his raised Libido score tightening his pants, but he couldn't very well do much about the situation with two others in his little world, especially when one of them was very determined to observe everything happening around her.

"What is she referring to, John?" Moira asked, narrowing her eyes at the obviously intimate display Maera was putting on by rubbing as much of her body against John as possible. Maera even rose up to two legs so that she could better grind her chest into John's crotch.

"Caturday is, as far as I am aware, an internet meme referring to a day in which cats hold a higher status or a day in which cat-based content is hosted in higher quantities. Do your creations hold a knowledge of internet memes?"

"No, I- it's something more… carnal to them," John said, eyes uncertain of where to look. He was embarrassed enough to look down, but every time he did the naked and flushed body of Maera sent his nether regions into a frenzy. He settled at last for the sky, unable to look at any of those surrounding him as they honed in on him with judgmental stares.

"Oh, intriguing," Tricia noted, the only one besides Maera herself not sending ****-glares through his forehead. "My scans indicated a fully-functional reproductive system, but I had not anticipated a chance to observe it in full. This should be our first experiment with their biology."

"I was afraid you'd say something like that…" John mumbled.

"You want him to have sex with this creature?!" Moira asked, not bothering to even attempt to disguise her shock and disgust.

"Would you prefer to take his place?" Tricia asked, seemingly oblivious. "John did indicate that you have fornicated with these creatures previously, and my drones did not detect any biological indications of deceit when he said so."

"I- you- this is not why I brought you here!" Moira shouted, shaking her head furiously. "If this is the path that this 'experimentation' of yours is headed, count me out! Out of service, out of Springfield, I will not hang about for this carnal display!"

Moira trampled off toward the forest, which was both a relief and a burden, due to the fact that she was now occupying one of the few spaces that they had where they could actually be private. John glanced between Maera and Tricia, uncertain of what to do. Despite his misgivings and **** discomfort at the thought of having an audience to such a lewd activity, John was being not only allowed but encouraged to have sex by two extremely attractive women. Though Tricia's outfit left much to the imagination, her face was flawless, and her figure was attractive in the way only a petite woman could be.

"…You really want to see this? What data could you possibly need from this?"

"Your abilities are, quite frankly, a phenomenon to all known science and magical theories. Simply having an opportunity to observe your creations in more varied situations and to monitor your physical reactions to outside stimuli may very well provide a foundation for advanced neurological hypothesis regarding magical interfacing."

"Er… could you say that again, in simpler terms?"

Tricia gave a long sigh. "Being able to see you having sex with one of your creations would allow me to have additional data, and given your **** variation from ordinary magical abilities, any data I can gather would be useful to prove the claims of your abilities. Quite frankly, without further proof, stating a belief in your abilities would likely have me discredited among my own circles as well as the magical community at large. Furthermore, I cannot help but wonder if the achievements and experience you described gaining from various activities might appear in this situation. I would love to see the metaphysical effects of such an occurrence."

"I mean, if you really need it," John said, trying to sound as **** as he felt. Tricia merely nodded, no signs of the embarrassment and hesitation that were consuming John.

When John nodded to Maera, he couldn't even ask where Mithra had gone off to before he was being dragged by the arm through the grassy plains surrounding their campsite. Tricia followed along, walking quickly to match the pace of the eager Neko. Her two drones hovered along, whirring with excitement as they scanned and documented everything in their path. John didn't actually have far to go, it turned out; Mithra had only dashed a few hundred feet away when she scattered from the campsite, just over a nearby hill. John found her nestled in a soft bed of white flowers, casting the tanned Neko in an even darker light. She glanced up to John and mewled, an odd noise from the usually stoic warrior.

The innocence of the setting was sharply contrasted by the lewdness of its core. Mithra had fled out of fear, but John saw no signs of that shock now. Mithra was consumed by something else entirely - lust. It wasn't only the flowers that toned her skin; a crimson flush was visible from head to toe, her entire body exposed around the crowding plants. The gaze she cast upon John and Tricia had a tinge of curiosity, but more than anything it was the half-lidded and eager gaze of a woman filled with nothing but raw excitement.

As John approached, more evidence became obvious. She was perspiring, panting, and obviously warm, yet she had hardly run any distance at all. Her tongue was hanging out of her open mouth ever so slightly, and every few seconds her entire body would twitch, as if a weak electric current were coursing through her spine. Then there were her hands - one was clutching firmly at her petite A-cups, while the other was buried between her legs. She had her lower limbs half-raised, clasped tightly around her attending arm, and although John could not see exactly what she was doing, his imagination could fill in the rest.

"It appears she is in something similar to heat. Her animal characteristics extend to physiology as well as external appearances," Tricia noted.

"Uh, yeah, could you… I know you're going to watch, but could you not commentate on this?" John asked, grimacing. "Hard to focus when you're talking like that."

"I must record all observations for the sake of future analysis. If you are afraid of performance anxiety, I could administer a-"

"No, that's… that's fine."

John turned his attention back to Mithra. She still focused her gaze mostly on him, whenever her eyes were not glazed over or rolling toward her skull. One arm reached out toward John, beckoning him closer. He was just about to take the first step when two words escaped her lips.

"John… please…"

John froze in a moment of shock, overcome in the heat of the moment. Mithra had almost never spoken before, and when she had, it was not so personal and pleading. He'd never even properly introduced himself to the Nekos; Maera had started calling him Master, and Mithra had barely spoken to him at all. She must have picked up his name simply from others using it. At the sound of Mithra now speaking his name for the first time, and the raw desire he could hear in her voice, John's hesitation around having an audience suddenly found itself overwhelmed. Whatever Tricia was mumbling about the Neko's behavior was lost to the sound of blood rushing through John's ears and other areas of his body as he approached Mithra.

Kneeling down in the grass beside her, John had never felt so grateful for the lack of insect life in his world as he started to strip off his shirt and lean over Mithra's body. Her fingers felt like they were burning as they wrapped lovingly around his neck the moment he freed himself from the fabric. She pulled him down firmly but with care until their lips met, in what John realized was the first time he'd actually kissed the ebony-haired catgirl. Her lips were dry, a bit rough, but filled with passion, and they slid across John's lips easily enough when lubricated by her wet and rough tongue. John didn't mind the odd trait, it gave a little more friction and heat to the kiss as they pressed themselves closer together and began to explore each other's' bodies.

Unlike Lunaya, Mithra could not retract her claws. She seemed not only aware of this but more than thrilled to take advantage; the sharp points glided along John's chest and his flat stomach with glee, just enough pressure to nearly frighten John, tingling every part of him they touched. She slid them across his sides and even pulled him so close that she could reach his back, touching every inch of skin that she could reach. John in turn roamed over her sides and her adorably sexy chest, getting his first thorough feel of her body he'd had in almost a week. She was strong - he could tell by the way her body flexed with every motion she made, could feel the rippling muscles under her skin. Her reddened skin somewhat muted the lines of her emerging abs, but John could feel every pectoral as he pressed against her lower stomach. When his hands glided lower and began to find softer and more pliable flesh, Mithra pulled away from the kiss just long enough to gasp. Her hands ceased their random exploration and rapidly descended toward John's beltline.

Well aware of what had happened the last time a Neko tried to undress him, John took the initiative and pulled himself off Mithra far enough to undo his button, quickly absconding from the confines of his jeans and taking the underwear with them. His grateful member pounced from its prison, growing harder by the moment at the sight of the needy Neko literally begging for his affections. Mithra's eyes locked onto John's cock, lust and just the first traces of nerves beginning to show. She'd already been penetrated by John once before, but she'd never had the chance to see it happen as clearly as now. She seemed fascinated, reaching out and just touching the head of John's manhood, keeping her claws well away as her hands explored this new tool.

"Gnh, that's… that's actually really nice," John said quietly, surprised by the Neko's eager exploration. She had somewhat rough hands, easily expected since she often ran on four limbs rather than two, but rather than callouses she seemed to be building pads on her hands that retained at least some of her skin's natural softness. It made for an interestingly textured handjob, as Mithra accurately took John's vocalizations for approval and continued to stroke and gently swirl her hand around John's dick. Precum began to flow gently from the tip, and as Mithra's hand accidentally swirled over it from time to time, her hand found it all the easier to slide.

John remembered how he'd only barely outlasted Mithra the last time they'd had sex and realized he had nearly stopped attending to Mithra's own needs as she pleasured him. Trying not to move his waist too far, John reached down and spread open Mithra's sex with two fingers, rubbing his middle finger from her clit all the way to her entrance, circling both with constant pressure. Mithra began to twitch again, growing stronger every time he passed over the soft hood of her clit. Her entrance was tight, but she was so wet and her aroused lips so pliable that several times his finger would just start to press in before he returned to her clit. Mithra's lips trembled as she fought back what John was certain would have been truly adorable sounds, which to John was entirely unacceptable.

"You don't have to hold back. You're so sexy and beautiful… if you want to let it out, I'd love to hear you howl," John whispered, still mindful of their audience. Mithra glanced uncertainly toward him, but all the same her lips cracked open, just enough for him to hear her breathing heavily. Her mouth was only inches from his cock, and with every panting breath a wave of warmth washed over his sensitive head. John began to twitch, and with an eagerness to hear his lover's approval, John let his fingers slide lower and delve inside of Mithra's sex.

Mithra whimpered, a quiet sound but one that only encouraged John. Her hand froze on his member, but he was far more interested in her at the moment and continued to probe her inner walls. He'd been somewhat rushed last time, uncertain what her reaction would be to his interest in her, but now with confidence in her own arousal, John could take his time and do his best to find the spots that made her squirm.

It didn't take as much effort as he was afraid of, partially because, with only a brief touch on her upper walls, John found the bumpy part of her soft walls that marked one of her most sensitive areas. It was in the identical position as Maera's, and with a few firm rubs, he knew it was as sensitive. Her walls clenched tightly around his fingers, nearly locking them in place, and her entire body tensed with them.

John continued for a few moments longer, intent on prolonging Mithra's enjoyment, but she tired of the activity long before he did. Mithra reached down and plucked John's wrist with two fingers, forcing his hand away. John could've contested the effort, but Mithra offered him something far more tantalizing when his hand was freed. She shifted herself to the side and rotated until she was aligned with John's crotch as he continued kneeling in the grass, gently lifting her left leg up until it was vertical and clutched to her chest. The position exposed her vulva perfectly and spread her inner lips just enough for John to see the tight opening flexing gently as the hand she was not holding her leg up with snaked down to continue toying with her clit in his place.

"Please…" Mithra repeated, glancing into his eyes. She seemed almost concerned, but it wasn't hesitation judging by her words, which was confirmed when she lit up as he aligned himself with her entrance and grinded his length along her outer lips, finishing what her handjob had started and getting himself wet enough that he was satisfied with it. Mithra thrust herself backward every time he slid past her entrance, but John kept himself away until he was certain that he could pierce her without any resistance.

"Easy, easy…" John coaxed, as he finally aligned himself with her for the final push, "I want to make sure this is as good for you as it is for me."

"Fuck… meeeeee!"

Mithra squealed rather than whispered the second word as John thrust forward, her pleading driving him over the edge and stripping away some of the last bits of his hesitance and self-control. He had intended to go slowly, to warm her body up from the inside, but her constant begging had sent John into a heat of his own, and he began to thrust fully from the beginning. Mithra's mouth opened wide in a soundless scream as her walls clenched rapidly around John, body shaking more violently than it had since he first began touching her. It took him a few more thrusts until she loosened up again, and a soft cry finally escaped her before he realized with a start what had happened.

"Did you come… just from the first thrusts?"

Mithra said nothing this time, only nodded, and began to bounce her hips ever so slightly. Despite her admitted orgasm she showed absolutely no signs of weariness; if anything, the lust in her eyes had only grown greater, and the added wetness to her nethers made it all the easier for John to continue his thrusts even more quickly. Eager for more of her exciting reactions, John hilted himself in the Neko repeatedly, picking up speed with every thrust.

Rather than words all Mithra mustered now was the occasional loud gasp or whine, desperately thrusting her body against John. In the next several minutes, she had a second orgasm, this one only slightly shorter than the first, and she briefly let her leg slip free. John caught it before she could tuck it back to her chest, hooking it over his shoulder and pressing himself even closer to the Neko, until his abdomen slammed into her lower thigh with every thrust, adding just that much more tactile feedback, bouncing Mithra so hard that even her petite chest jiggled every time John pressed all the way into the deliciously sinful catgirl.

John had almost managed to forget about his audience entirely when Maera sidled up beside him, rubbing her body against his. John could not ignore the warmth or wetness that pressed into his hip as she grinded against him, but Maera made no move to stop the coupling or steal him for herself. Instead she leaned up to John's head as he continued to pound away, placing herself right next to his ear.

"Let Maera help."

Maera quickly freed herself from John, lying down next to her sister and reaching up to gently tweak at both of Mithra's nipples, small but rock solid from the pleasure coursing through her body. The raven-haired Neko squealed and tensed so hard she nearly pulled her leg free of John's grasp, but the eager Gamer simply grabbed a little harder and renewed his thrusts. Maera grinned in a way that could only be described as utterly catlike as she leaned toward the place where John was connected to her sister. John wasn't sure but swore that he saw a wink as Maera leaned in to nudge Mithra's own arm aside with her head, her tongue darting out to sweep across her sister's exposed clitty.

John gasped as the sudden tightness of Mithra's pussy clenching around him proved almost unbearable - he had been going for several minutes now, and although he'd lasted through two of Mithra's orgasms, neither had been as powerful as what consumed the Neko now. Pushed over the precipice for the third time thanks to her sister's ministrations, Mithra let out a howl and erratically jerked her hips against John, forcing her vice-like walls to stroke John with such **** that he had no chance to try focusing on something else. His orgasm was nearly pulled from him by the **** of her tightening and thrusting away at him, while she rode her own high. With no hope of recovery, John abandoned himself to the pleasure of the moment and thrust just as vigorously as Mithra, riding the high of his own release as the first jets began to spray inside of Mithra's overheated sex.

John continued to thrust until Mithra's twitching died down, his own orgasm having died down to nothing more than an occasional jolt of his hips. He was covered in sweat, despite having nothing but his socks on in the lukewarm field, and his groin was coated in the excessive release from both himself and Mithra, who was still soaked and even still lightly toying with herself. John was physically energized thanks to Gamer's Body, but his mind was so tired he almost felt the urge to lie down in the dirt beside her.

"Caturday is best day!" Maera said, giggling mischievously as she knelt beside Mithra and ground her face affectionately against her sister's cheek.

"Interesting. Despite animalistic traits-"

"Ah, shit," John mumbled as he frantically stood and tried to find where he'd haphazardly thrown his pants. He'd successfully blocked Tricia's recordings during the act, but now that lust was no longer clouding his mind, his embarrassment at his own state of undress was stronger than his urge to enjoy the afterglow.

"Perhaps you could describe for the recording the details of her inner workings? I could design a probe to inspect her inner textures and sensitivity, but I thought you might prefer if you were the one to-"

"No, Tricia," John sighed.

"No what?"

"Just… just no. To all of it."