off to the house

The two powerful women take turns groping at you as you finish the paperwork, Pam and Freya very attentive mates. It almost seems to be like they're competing over you, but you don't sense any real animosity between them. It could be a sort of game for them, or competition even. That or you're just completely missing any aggression they're hinting at eachother with who knows what animal senses.

"You're all set, you lucky dog," the clerk affirms, patting your shoulder buddily when the girls aren't on it. "Go on and enjoy yourselves."

The girls tug at your arms, each holding one and both strong enough to lift you off your feet for a second. You reach outside when it's suddenly pretty clear that shotgun isn't an issue, since you don't think either of them could squeeze into it anyway.

"Maybe we'll walk home," you say with a laugh. "Can always get it tomorow."

"I could carry you home, if you like, master," Pam offers eagerly. "Or my fellow mate and I could carry it back for you." Freya puffs out her big chest, and you realize how large she is and how powerful a creature her size must be.

"Uhh, no that's okay. Let's walk. I insist. It's too nice to waste carrying cars and rushing home." The girls seem to concede pleasantly, walking on either side of you towards home.

One thing is for sure. NOBODY so much as gets in your way. A bear and a tiger alone would have made you a danger, but somehow giving them hands, intellect, and a mate to protect made you feel more secure than you could imagine. The confidence encourages you to squeeze at Pam's ass and she jumps a bit, purring in interest.

Not to play favorites, you run your hand up Freya's belly and cup her breast, sliding a finger over her thick nipple and getting a sensual murmur from her. She clings to you with a strong arm and squeezes you against her soft body. "We are getting you home now," she insists.