Forgive me for nae writting much in the last two months, but those of ye who know me, I'm always coming up with new ideas to submit. Just have nae had much time to finish them. However, today was a bit different. This might be concidered part two of The Pet, something I have been wanting to do. Thanks to a dear friend at Tapestries, we combined our efforts and created Sa'ar. Now, this is nae an alt of Nozzle's. Rather someone else. She liked the pet and wanted to try working with her vision of the mischievious mistress who haunts me.

Now, know and note this: the following characters appear in the story and are copyrighted by their players. Kerstyn, Daidene, Cervile, Jeer, Diamanche, and Kymbia. These are nae me charcters as this comes straight from a log.

Comments are welcome at plasticat69@hotmail.com .

Caitlynn Wildfire

Fukure na Neko Megami

Sa'ar's Return: The Pet Part 2

The Tavern:

Daidene shakes Kerstyn's paw gently "I'm Daidene, nice meeting you too"

Caitlynn smiles at Kerstyn as she flips her huge hand over with a snap with a red rose popping into existsance. Offering it to Kerstyn, she listens to Daidene and nods.

Kerstyn blinks as her eyes widen and nearly jumps from her seat at the sudden appearance of the rose, clasping her chest she sits back down fully, "You're magical as well ?" she asks looking towards Caitlynn.

Caitlynn smiles as she tee-hees! making her tank top puff up slightly. "Nae really," she replies. "I mostly do "sleight of hand tricks," dear," she replies. "Mine are naething more than things to make fursons laugh."

Sa'ar pads hir way down, looking around slowly as sie pauses at the base of the stairs, leaning on hir silver-headed cane as sie takes in the goings on...

Caitlynn hmms? as she arches an eyebrow and glances towards the stairs and notices Sa'ar, blinking for a moment . . .

Sa'ar's attention turns towards Caitlynn, violet eyes lingering there for a long moment, a slight smile curving hir lips upward. When she turns around, the skunk simply inclines hir head ever so slightly, eyes gaze never once shifting.

Kerstyn sighs and nods as she catches her breath, "It's very pretty..Thank you." she whispurrs and accepts the rose. Lightly sniffing at it as she pulls it towards her.

Caitlynn ohs! softly as her emerald eyes loose a bit of focus while she keeps her attention at Sa'ar, the tapping of the cane against the wooden floor seeming to echo through her ears. After a moment, she hmms? at Kerstyn, arching an eyebrow, then smiles. "Ye're welcome . . ."

Caitlynn returns her gaze towards the mysterious skunkette:

This fur stands at an rather unassuming five feet or so in height. The first things about hir you're like to notice are hir eyes; Two soft violet orbs that almost glow when the light catches them just right, always seeming to glimmer with some undefineable emotion, as if sie knows a secret no-one else could dream of, this surprising colour further highlighted by the silver fur that graces hir face, muzzle streaked with lines of black, this skunk's colourings not QUITE the norm. Hir muzzle dips slightly, lips curved up in a sly little smile. This is one fur who keeps hir own counsel. The second thing that you're most likely to notice, and which will leave you in no doubt as to hir species, is the long, wide tail behind hir, striped in the familar skunk pattern. The bushy mass of fur is easily almost half hir height, swaying and trembling in the air behind hir with the shifting currents of hir emotions.

Sie's currently dressed in a rather restrained, and restraining, black suit jacket, draped over a tight white shirt that only helps to accent hir more feminine features, hir ample breasts barely held in check by the soft white cotton, the buttons straining visibly as they fight to hold back the bountiful flesh within, more black and silver fur visible in the gaps between them where the material has been pulled open by the pressure. Sie wears a plain, functional watch on hir left wrist and on the right sie wears a silver bracelet shaped into the form of a stylized celtic dragon, the beast twined around hir wrist, swallowing its own tail.

Hir legs are long and quite muscular, going by what definition you can make out through the loose black pants sie wears, favouring those over a skirt. They ARE form hugging enough that sharp eyes will quickly notice that this particular skunk seems to have more than hir fair share of interesting bulges if the one between hir thighs is anything to go by. Hir arms fold across hir chest, pulling that already straining shirt a little tighter, hir lips curving a little higher in that secretive smile. It's odd, but when sie walks hir steps seem light, as if sie almost floats above the ground, and when sie does set paw on the earth, the sound of each footfall is strangely hollow, almost echoey... Pehaps there's even more to this fur than there would first seem!

Kerstyn tilts her head towards Daidene, silently appraising hir as she looks up and down hir form.

Sa'ar steps down from that final stair, slowly padding hir way across the floor towards the doorway. Could it be by chance that hir path seems to bring hir rather close to Caitlynn? Perhaps. However, it''s highly unlikely to bejust by chance that hir hand slides out and hir fingers drag very slowly and quite deliberately over Caitlynn's tushie, the smaller skunk lifting hir head and whispering something in passing, too softly to be heard by anyone but the intended recipient. Without missing a beat, that hand slides away once more and the skunk makes hir way out, silver-headed cane tapping softly all the way...

Sa'ar's voice is a soft, silky murmur in your ear, "Soon, my little one." Sie breathes, "Soon, we'll have you back where you belong. Soon... You'll be mine."

Sa'ar pushes through the flaps at the front of The Tavern and heads out onto the Porch.

Caitlynn blinks! as she looks at the well-dressed skunkette, her eyebrows just about disappearing underneath the edge of her bangs of red hair. Her ears perk straight up in the air as she looks at this enigmatic furson, making her tail lash lightly back and forth. At the touch of the furson's hand against her ample tushie, she blinks again. For a moment, her eyes loose focus as she stares off into space, right over Kerstyn's shoulder.

Kerstyn slowly stands up so as not to disturb those around the table, smiling softly she slips out of the room.

Kerstyn pushes through the flaps at the front of The Tavern and heads out onto the Porch.

Caitlynn hmms? as she snaps out of it and looks at Kerstyn as the lioness leaves. She pulls herself together and stands up, smoothing out her tank top and jeans. She blushes a bit as the words of the skunkette drifts through her mind. With a silent turn, she gets up and heads for the stairs.

* * * * *

The Tavern's Roof:

Cervile waves as he explores. :)

Caitlynn hmms? as she looks in your direction, her face slightly flushed . . . perhaps from some thoughts . . .

Cervile cocks his head a little at your expression, pausing as he was about to head back downstairs.

Caitlynn smiles slightly. "Forgive me . . . ," the rubbery feline replies. "Just needed to come up here to relax."

Cervile blinks a bit, and nods. "I hope I do not intrude," he says. "I do not believe I've met anyone, um...like you before," he continues, obviously referring to your rubberiness(is that a word?).

Caitlynn smiles as she shrugs, causing herself to bounce and jiggle lightly. Her tail lashes lightly as she leans against the rail, turning around to look at you better. "Most have nae," she replies.

Cervile smiles slightly, twitching an ear. "Uh, my name is Cervile, by the way," he says, turning more from the staircase to face you. He glances down at the jiggling, then quickly drags his gaze up to your face again, looking a bit embarrassed.

Caitlynn smiles as she tilts her head to the right and nods. "Hiya, laddie," she replies happily. She closes her eyes and inclines her head. "Caitlynn Wildfire."

Cervile nods taking a couple steps closer to you. "I hope it is not rude to ask, but...what exactly are you? Species-wise, I mean," he says.

Caitlynn smiles as she shrugs. "Tis an honest question," she replies as she looks at you. "As to what I am, best I can say that I am a plasticat. A living, organic rubbery feline."

Caitlynn replies huskily, "The Japanese words for me is Furkura Neko-Shoujo."

Jeer comes up from downstairs.

Jeer says, "Hi :)"

Caitlynn hmms? as she looks up from the railing and waves, causing a slight bounce within her tank top.

Jeer grins and hops over "Whatcha up to?"

Caitlynn replies huskily, "Just chatting with Cervile here as I catch me breath."

Jeer says, "Were you running?"

Cervile nods, mouthing the Japanese words to himself. "Pleased to meet you. You seem friendlier than most in this land," he comments, glancing off in the direction that you were first looking when he arrived before turning his attention back to you.

Cervile smiles slightly at Jeer, nodding to him in greeting.

Jeer waves and smiles.

Caitlynn . o O (Who was that who whispered to me . . . what did she mean that I would be hers again?) She blinks as her thoughts are popped and she looks over at Cervile. "I try to be," she replies. "To have friends, ye must be a friend. Besides . . ." She shrugs lightly. "There's enough arseholes around here without adding to them."

Jeer leans over the top of the ceiling on his stomach and says "Preach it sista!" he he

Cervile chuckles softly. "I hear you," he says, leaning against the railing.

Caitlynn smiles. "I just tell it like it is, nae to preach it."

Jeer says, "I was just funnin with ya :)"

Cervile slowly swishes his tail, glancing down into the backyard.

Jeer says, "Anything interesting down there?"

Caitlynn smiles at Jeer. "If I thought ye were making fun of me, I'd show ye me pretzel twist move."

Jeer says, "Pretzel Twist, he he, what's dat? :)"

Cervile glances over at Jeer, then shrugs. "Nobody down there, just looking around the area," he says. "I haven't explored much..."

Jeer says, "You new here?"

Cervile raises an eyebrow. "Might be interesting to see anyways," he murmurs with a grin.

Caitlynn picks up a spare bit of railing pipe and twists it into a piece of contemporary art. "Something like that," she replies sweetly.

Cervile nods. "Fairly new. I made this character a while ago, but haven't been here too much since then..."

Jeer looks amazed at the peice of metal "Wow, you're strong."

Cervile's eyes widen at the bending of the pipe. "I didn't know rubber was so strong," he says with a chuckle.

Jeer says, "I've been here a few months now, mabey I year with this char."

Cervile nods. "There doesn't seem to be all that much of a scene for hetero males here, that's the main reason I wandered elsewhere since making a character. I come back every now and then though."

Jeer says, "I'm a hetero male and I find company easy enough, of course, most furs think I'm pretty cute :)"

Caitlynn replies huskily, "Most lads around here are either overly macho, crude and rude, or boring to be around, dear. There are a few exceptions, but they are hard to find and even harder to prove that they are sincere."

Jeer says, "High standards, I like it :)"

Caitlynn replies huskily, "Nae, just picky. I'm nice to most fursons. But, I choose me laddie lovers verrae carefully."

Cervile nods to Caitlynn. "I've noticed that. Difficult to make an impression when it's assumed you're a jerk and you have to prove otherwise, though. And your wixxx says you're bi, Jeer. Not to quibble or anything. :)"

Sa'ar comes up from downstairs.

Jeer says, "*My other char is, and I figured Jeer would be too, but he's got this un healthy obsession with breasts :)*"

Cervile nods to Sa'ar. Cervile chuckles at Jeer. Jeer waves as well :)

Dimanche comes up from downstairs.

Dimanche curiously looks in.

Sa'ar emerges from below, glancing about slowly before sie steps onto the roof itself, resting hir weight on hir silver-headed cane, hir head cocked to one side, tail swaying behind hir.

Caitlynn leans against the edge of the railing as she tosses her head back and to the right, closing her eyes. "Naething wrong with a passion for breasts," she replies, unaware of Sa'ar's arrival at the moment. "I like a furson who likes breasts . . . the bigger the better."

Jeer says, "That's my motto! :)"

Jeer hops up onto the rail and smiles as cute as he can, fluffing his big tail :)

Cervile smirks. "A common enough obsession, he says, glancing at Caitlynn as she leans back, then nodding in greeting to Dimanche.

Cervile replaces the missing quotation mark in his last pose :)

Dimanche smiles hello, and sits down somewhere or other.

Sa'ar pads slowly up behind Caitlynn, carrying the cane in one hand, hir pawsteps light, all but silent. Sie steps up behind the larger fur, hir hands lifting and then curving around and over Caitlynn's rump, dipping down in front to cup ever so gently over her groin, the skunk whispering something softly to her. Dimanche grins amusedly, watching the other herm and Caitlynn, hugging her knees to her chest.

Sa'ar's lips almost touch your ear, "Thinking of someone?" Hir voice whispers, "There's no need to. Not anymore, for I am right here with you."

Kymbia comes up from downstairs.

Dimanche waves to Kymbia.

Cervile nods to Kymbia.

Jeer waves hello with a bright smile to Kymbia :)

Kymbia waves and smiles. Dimanche scritches the pantheress.

Caitlynn opens her eyes as she gets ready to say something to Cervile and Jeer, turning just enough that she still seems to not notice Sa'ar. The touch of Sa'ar's hands along her tushie and crotch sends a bit of a delicious shiver down and along her body, making her facial cheeks start to glow a bit with a violet tint of a blush. Her usually bright, emerald eyes slowly unfocus as she blinks a bit. Turning her head back to the other side, she glances down at Sa'ar, her face flushing more, perhaps fomr a whisper from this strange skunkette.

Jeer acks and hops over to a lawn chair.

Cervile raises an eyebrow, smiling slightly at Caitlynn's reaction to Sa'ar.

Sa'ar just smiles, dipping hir head ever so slightly as Caitlynn turns toward hir. Hir hands don't move, not yet... In fact hir fingertips start to move in subtle little circles, the skunk's tail swaying slowly back and forth behind hir. After a moment, shi does reach up, one hand touching Caitlynn's cheek, drawing her head down a little closer as sie whispers to the larger fur once more, hir glistening violet eyes never once leaving her, all but oblivious to everyone else in the room.

Dimanche continues watching, sitting back.

Sa'ar leans up, hir lips almost touching yours, "Come with me." Sie whispers, hir voice softer now, coaxing, soothing, "Away from these people and prying eyes... Come, be mine... Walk the path your heart yearns to follow. With me."

Jeer heads down the stairs.

Caitlynn ohs! softly as her eyes loose more and more of the bright luster that usually shines brightly from underneath the locks of her rich, red hair. Her ears twitch slightly and lean back against her hair as her body turns around to face more of Sa'ar's front. Even though, she's a full head taller than the skunkette, she seems to be held within the powerful grip of some uncanny attraction or force. The flesh of her cheek indents from the touch of Sa'ar's hand, making her purr ever-so slightly. whisper sa'ar =:giggles as she goes to automatic. ^_-

Kymbia goes home.

Kymbia has left.

Sa'ar's hands lift, taking Caitlynn's in hir own, another soft murmur from the skunk following... As Caitlynn seems to lose herself within the skunk's presence, Sa'ar grows more bold, almost seeming to grow a little taller, yet more sure of hirself, hir touch openly familar, possessive now, hir lips curved in a sly and almost smug little smile.

Sa'ar's next words are simple, "Walk with me."

Sa'ar offers to let you walk along with Sa'ar. ("Hopon Sa'ar" to accept.)

Dimanche waves to Sa'ar and Caitlynn. "Ah, pity."

Caitlynn's huge hand wraps lightly around Sa'ar's hand as she seems to be more like a giant puppet at this furson's command, her tail lashing lightly back and forth in an almost unconscious manner, almost absent-mindedly. Her body seems to mold a bit against Sa'ar's as the tension leaves her body . . .

You are going to walk along with Sa'ar.

Sa'ar's smile widens ever so slightly as sie turns and leads Caitlynn back downstairs...

* * * * *

The Taver's "Log Cabin" Room:

Sa'ar leads you in, finally letting go of your hands, gently pressing them down to your sides. Sie reaches up and caresses your face once more in a fond gesture before padding over to lock the door. Sie turns back to you, leaning up against the door as sie sets hir cane aside, hir gaze openly possessive, hir eyes roaming over your form, "So beautiful." Sie whispers, "So mine."

Caitlynn seems to just stand there as she clears the doorway, her mind seeming to be blank and pretty much at the control of your own. Her ears twitch lightly as she seems to be able to listen to you, the power of your voice filling her with a desire that she's never really know. It's almost like the need for air or helium or whatever blows her up, but . . . this is so different to her. She turns and watches you as you lock the door, but otherwise, she just stands there, with the occation huff and puff of her chest.

Sa'ar slowly pads back to you, "You don't understand." Sie whispers, "But that's alright... That's alright... You will, I'll teach you." Sie slowly circles around behind you, hir fingers trailing across your belly, down over the softness of your mound, back over over your rump, "I'll teach you so many things, my Caitlynn." You feel hir arms slipping around you, the skunk slowly pressing up from behind, hir fingertips sliding up to touch at the base of your breasts, "My Caitlynn... Mine to touch, to caress, to hold... To squeeze, to inflate, to swell bigger, and bigger and bigger... Mine to enjoy and fulfill." Even as shi speaks, you can feel hir sliding a foot between your legs, gently urging your legs to part a little more. Caitlynn looks down at you, her eyes widening slightly, as she listens to you, her ears still twitching slightly back and forth through the strands of her hair. As your fingers trace along the muscled surface of her tummy, her breathing quickens ever-so slightly as she almost seems to shiver at the touch. The mound of her's seems to heat up slightly and her tushie jiggles underneath the silky and demanding touch. When you snuggle against her, she mmmms! Unconsciously, or perhaps subconsciously, at the touch, purring gently. As the words slide over her ears and sink into her mind, her breathing steps up slightly faster and deeper in delight. Her feet move appart at the gentle urging.

Sa'ar slowly settles down onto the bed, drawing you down with hir, guiding you to settle into hir lap, hir arms giving a gentle squeeze, both hir hands moving down to your thighs, parting them so they straddle hir own, moving you into position for hir. "There." Sie breathes, hir lips almost touching your neck with hir soft words. You can feel hir fingertips wandering, slowly back and forth over your groin, the skunk rocking you ever so slightly back and forth, hir every movement slow and relaxed, tender and gentle, careful not to disrupt whatever spell sie seems to have captured you with. Hir fingers slide down, reaching under you to hir own groin, brushing at the trousers sie wears. The material glows a moment, then simply melts away, parting so that you feel the warmth mass of hir sheath pressing to you now, "Oh, my Caitlynn." Sie murmurs, "This is where you belong..."

Caitlynn slides into your lap with a light and airy bounce of her massive teats on either side of your smaller form, the hair around her head fluttering softly down like a sheet of silk onto the bed before lovemaking. Her muscular and powerful legs sit on either side of your smaller, yet sentual hips as she makes herself comfy, her ample tushie pillowing out against your thighs. At the rocking, she starts to come out of this trance, not enough to disrupt the spell, but enough to make her feel like this is all a dream-like state where she is sitting back and watching an errotic show. Her breasts wobble lightly around and against your body slightly as you work the magic in making the clothes shift and fade away like an illusionary night. Even the tight cut-offs that she wears seems to fade away at your touch, allowing a sentual and unexpected kiss of her nether lips to your sheath. "Where I belong?" she asks dreamily.

Sa'ar nods, a finger pressing to your lips to shush you, "Yes, my Caitlynn..." Sie whispers, "Where you belong." At that instant, your nether lips are touched, and then slowly, slowly pressed apart by the warm, slippery intrusion of hir length, the skunk slowly pressing up and into your larger form, "With me... As my pet." The sensations are strangely disconnected, distant, helping maintain that soft, dreamlike state... It could be someone else acting out your part in this dream which grows more erotic by the moment...

Caitlynn opens her mouth to say something as your finger touches the softness of her lips. Without much more of a thought, she suckles at the fingertip lightly as she closes her eyes and starts to purr a bit deeper. Arching her back as your member touches the softness of her flower, she squirms lightly and spreads her legs a bit more, cooing softly. "Ye're pet . . . ," she whispers as she licks and suckles the tip of your finger gently. "To serve . . . to pleasure . . . to be ye're's . . ."

Sa'ar's smile widens, "Yes." Sie whispers, "To serve, to pleasure, to be mine for always." Sie starts to move now, slowly thrusting up and into you now, rocking you back and forth in hir lap, thrusting hir growing stiffness up into you now, slippery flesh probing deeper into your body moment by moment, claiming your most inteimate, tender parts for hir own, "My pet.. Mine..." And.. Could it be? Sie's growing? Swelling within and without before your very eyes, your silver and black furred lover rising up before you now, hir arms curling around you, gathering you to hir breast now, your head pillowed on soft, billowy flesh, your soft lower lips spread wider around hir...

Caitlynn moans as she rolls her head back and to the right, her eyes slipping closed for the moment as her ears fill with the sealing of the verbal bond of your wishes, your desires to her own, unspoken ones, starting a seed within her that slowly with bring more and more of herself within your control. With the slow and gentle thrusts for the moment, she grunts! and ohs! softly, almost in an endearing squeak. Opening her eyes, she looks at you and almos snaps out of the control that you have upon her, making her blink a few times. "Ye're . . . ye're . . . growing?" she whispers gently in awe as she, for the first time in a while, feels small against someone else. A pleasurable tingle surges through her, this time one of the more stronger feeling as her nipples out out against the material of the tank top, causing her to gasp.

Sa'ar just smiles, the skunk easily eight feel tall now, hir breasts huge, pillowing your head easily, hir body rippling powerfully against you, hir shaft swollen within you, a bulge against your belly walls now as sie hugs you tighter to hir, hir thrusts stronger now, bouncing your body up and down in hir lap now, "Yes, my pet." Sie whispers, "Growing inside you, filling you..." Hir voice breathy, hir hands stroking at your back, down to your rump, cupping there to help you slide along hir length more quickly, driving into you over and over, taking, claiming, breathing in soft little grunts and gasps of hir own pleasure, letting hir desires fully out into the light....

Caitlynn moans in soft and cooing sounds as they get slightly muffled within the bouncey and swelling masses of your teats as she feels you grow and grow and grow, just turning herself on so very much. Her tushie slaps lightly against your thighs with a hollowy whomph! as she tosses her head back at the impact, feeling the pressure of your expanding cock within her tummy, making her feel like she's gaining so much weight. Her breasts start to do some swelling of their own, pressing out and around you as they blow up and outwards, a good three cupsizes bigger than before. Even her tushie seems to swelled a bit as the pounding sound increases in tone. "Blow me . . . ," she whimpers with each impact. "Blow me . . . blow me . . . up, mistress!" Leaning her head against your chest, she looks up at you, her eyes so unfocused and so out of it as she pants, the expression on her face seems as if she's almost looking for a kiss.

Sa'ar smiles as sie pumps into you, cock spurting hir thick precum deep into your body, grunting as sie moves you along hir length, hir hips impacting with yours with that hollow slapping, thrumming of bodies moving together... Ah! There! The magic word... "Mistress... Yesssss..." Hir lips claim yours, tongue dipping into you rmouth, touching, twining and teasing... And then comes the breath, the skunk breathing deep into you, sharing hir breath, filling you with hir warmth, making your body swell, grow against hir.. You can feel your cunnylips swelling, your tushie growing, your breasts... Sie seems able to direct the flow of air where sie pleases, moving your body to hir whims, hir desires, shaping you as sie wishes.

Caitlynn ohs! in a series of grunts and whimpers as she feels you pound against her harder, the rich sensation of the precum splashing into her, making her cry out against you. Once you kiss her, she sighs in rapture as she thinks that would over and over in her mind . . . "Mistress, mistress, mistress!" . . . almost like an exotic mantra. When your breath surges into her, she cries out again in a muffled sigh of delight as she feels the intense tingling of the pressure along her body. Her breasts, which are already swelling bigger from the bouncing, puff up much bigger and faster, wrapping around you and underneath which pushes yours up slightly. The expansion of her tushie causes her to rise a bit into the air as she moans. Even the sensitive petals of her flower thicken and fatten from the rich gust of your breath, making her feel like a balloon. With each inhale and impact, she mumbles into your mouth, but you can hear her begging you to blow her up and never stop until she pops.

Sa'ar uhhs out softly in the back of hir throat, hir hands gripping your tushie, kneading at it as sie plunges into your swollen flower, feeling your folds clinging to hir, bodies moving wetly together now, hir breath gusting into you, swelling you larger, larger, swelling you till your breasts all but engulf hir, your sexlips cover hir thighs, your tushie makes hir thighs vanish under you, and still shi pounds into you over and over, hir lips sealed to yours, hir tongue insisitent, relentless, filling you with hir breath, hir seed, hir tail touching you, caressing you, marking you with hir scent, hir juices, claiming your body, your heart and mind all in one frantic, ecstatic mating, and yet through it all, hir eyes remain open, watching you, hir gaze still sly, cunning, playing on your desires, your needs, your deepest fantasies, all to mould you to hir will...

Caitlynn keeps on panting and grunting in that cute little gusts of pleasure against your lips while your hands grip at the swelling edges of her tushie as it blows up bigger and bigger and still bigger against you. Much of her doesn't raise up into the air, but her tushie does Normally, she doesn't seem to sweat, but this time she does as she pants against your lips, the richness of the water that comes out of her sets off a rich cherry scent into the air. Her breasts, as they keep on billowing up bigger and fuller, press and slide underneath yours as they grow and grow behind you, sliding against the material of the bed. More and more of your rich seed fills her body, making her shiver and whimper in delight, crossing her eyes for a moment as they open and they close just as quickly.

Sa'ar's body tenses against yours.. Sie's close now, so very close... Hir cock is a ramrod of hot, slippery flesh plunging in and out of your swollen body, hir breath harsher now, sucking back on the air that shi breathes into you, hugging your beautiful body tighter to hir, hir eyes finally closing, letting the sensations take control... SYou feel hir growing larger, hir own body inflating against yours, ten feet tall now, twelve, sixteen, forced to double over in the small room now, looming above you, hir cock swelling still further until finally sie loses a muffled cry of delight against your lips... Shi tenses, hir body turning inward, centering on that huge length within you, hir thick, sticky seed POURING into your body seconds later, swelling you still further now, filling your bountiful frame with hir essence, hir seed!

Caitlynn's own body seems to tense at the feeling of your body against her, almost mirroring the feeling within, the muscles within her thighs and arms bunching up powerfully against you, but still feeling like a kitten pawing at a oak tree. Feeling the engorged head up and around the base of her tummy, she gurgles in sheer delight of the feeling of being so stretched out. At the inhale and the squeezing, she feels the surging of the air back into your body, making her squeal in an unexpected pleasure, somewhere within her soul, you must have read this secret desire from her. The pressure leaves her body, making her feel so stretched out from the sudden dip in the gass within her, her body feeling saggy like an overinflated balloon once deflated. Opening her eyes, she gazes up at you in rapturious delicious desire as she watches you swell and take up so much room within this place, making her mind go blank with pleasurious overload. The swelling of your member makes her feel as if it's somewhere up in the back of her mouth as you climax, making her feel like she's going to explode. Within seconds, her body starts to round out and gushes up fuller, taking up the rubbery slack of her once loose bode as she "gains weight" from the gushing of your seed. Fattening up bigger and bigger, her head starts to rise on the bloating of her body, her eyes screwed shut as her facial cheeks puff outwards from the pressure.

Sa'ar roars against your mouth, the skunk pulling the air back from you now, drawing it into hirself, hir body so large now, enfolding you in hir flesh, all but losing you within hir now... No matter your size, sie is always larger, always there to hold you, caress you, claim you, your body sloshing now with hir seed as sie pumps you full, filling out the contours the air has rushed from.. You feel hir shuddering against you, hir head resting atop yours, hir larger, rubbery hands caressing over you, "My pet.." Sie breathes against your flesh, "MY pet." Hir tail wraps around you, squeezing you tenderly, body gurgling, sloshing as sie does... Sie nuzzles gently, "All you needs, all your secrets, your dreams and desires... I know them, I share them... You will find them made manifest in my, within my care... Nothing to fear anymore, my pet... No more longing, no more hoping... You are where you must be..." Sie gently tilts your head up, violet eyes shining, hir lips pressing the gentlest of kisses to your own.

Caitlynn feels the delicious pressure of your body around her as you suckle the last of the air out of her and into your body, so big and enormous around her twelve foot in diamter body as she jiggles and sloshes against you. She gurgles in a delighted purring sound as she opens her eyes and looks up at you, her own orgasm surging through her as she feels your sentual and enormous body against hers, her body fattening up a bit, but the pressure within her is so tight and so much that she feels that she's going to loose her mind. Between your size and the pressure within, she knows she's going to go mad. At the kiss, she whimpers in delight as she suckles at your tongue, moaning softly. Within her mind, she feels as if that she could keep on growing and ballooning for days and still look up into your eyes with such delight and hunger as if all she wants to do is be what you wish her to be.

Sa'ar's fingers brush your brow, "Calm... Calm, my pet." Sie breathes, "Calm..." Hir fingers cup your cheek now, holding your gaze to hirs, "We have a lifetime together." Sie whispers, "I have found you, I will not let you go." Sie smiles, "Rest, breathe easy.." Sie caresses you tenederly now, hir lips resting against yours, sharing breath... Hir cock pulses inside you, the flood of seed tailing off now, slowing to a trickle, twitching subtly within you as sie finally comes to rest...

Caitlynn shivers at the light touch of your fingers along her brow, making her whimper softly at the delight of the touch. She smiles as she tilts her head against her bloated body and returns the pleasure of the kiss. "Mistress . . . ," she moans softly.

Sa'ar smiles and once more presses a finger to your lips, "Aye, pet." Sie whispers, "Your Mistress, yours alone." Sie slowly, slowly draws back, laying you out on the bed, "Rest now... Rest for your Mistress, it's been an eventful day for you."

Caitlynn moans against your lips as her eyes flutter close, a soft purring coming out of her buldging and bloated body, still so very big, but she looks so very happy to be this big, this full, this yours. She moans again. "Mistress . . . loves . . . me . . . her . . . pet bal . . . balloon."

Sa'ar nods, hir body slowly shrinking once more, the skunk apparently able to control hir inflation easily.... Sie strokes your head gently, running hir fingers through your hair... "My pet balloon." Sie whispers, "This was only a sample." Sie purrs, "Next time we meet... Mmm" Sie laughs softly, "Oh yes, next time." And with that, sie rises and slips quietly out, leaving you to recover, and dream sweet dreams of what has been, and what is to come...

And, did Caitlynn dream . . .