Pam's suggestion

After a moment's thought, you have an idea. "Pam, is there any particular girl you want to take home with us?"

Pam smiles, showing off her dagger-like fangs. "Hmmm ... well, I'd be happy with whomever you chose, but now that you mention it...."

Pam leads you back to the Ice Age Suite - well, more like carries you, but you're certainly not going to complain about her clutching you to her big, furry breasts. In minutes, you find yourself approaching the saber-tooth women's camp. This time, there are no crossed spears, and you and Pam enter the camp unopposed, though some of the saber-girls eye the two of you with expressions of mingled jealousy and lust.

At last, you reach a large fire circle at the center of the camp. Several sabertooth women sit around it, warming their paws and occasionally turning a long wooden spit, on which they seem to be roasting some kind of large, flightless bird. Pam walks up to a woman wearing a heavy fur cloak, and leans down to murmur something in her ear. The other feline quickly turns her head to glance at you, and you get a glimpse of catlike emerald eyes and long golden hair. Then she looks quickly back to Pam, who nods and smiles.

At last, the other woman stands and follows Pam to where you're waiting. The first thing you notice is that this saber-catgirl looks slightly younger than Pam, with narrower hips and shoulders. She's still got plenty of muscle, of course, and like Pam, she's got a bust that most girls would kill for. Her coloration is lighter than Pam's, with platinum-blonde hair and golden fur all over her body, brown spots mottling her back.

"So," she inquires, "Be thou the mate of my pack-sister Pamela?"

"Uh, yeah, I ... be ..."

The sabertoothed girl gets down on one knee, head bowed. "I am Kayla." She looks up at you hopefully. "Pamela tells me that you desire a second mate. Is this true?"

You look over her athletic young body. "If that second mate is you, then hell yes!"

Pam chuckles, and Kayla gives you a broad smile, her exotic feline eyes full of delight. She stands, then leaps at you, squeezing the breath from your lungs with a powerful embrace. She gives your cheek a good long lick with her barbed tongue, at once soft, warm, moist and just slightly abrasive. "I promise, you shall not regret your choice!" she declares, squeezing you to her again, and you're acutely aware of the two firm, perky breasts separated from you only by the fabric of your shirt. Then Pamela comes up behind you, pressing her own body into your back and nibbling on your ear. Caught in a sabertooth sandwich, you realize that this is the start of a wild new sex life!