Bonus Quest: Remote Control | NSFW EaC! Commission for Pyro (With Art!) (Patreon)

Author's Note: Jack commissioned this fantastic comic by Yoyoi back in 2025. Pyro found it and commissioned me to write a story that accompanies it. This turned into a huge, incredibly fun project. Please enjoy!

We’d worked hard, laid off the drinks, and pinched our pennies for a month straight. I’d lost count of the number of Quests we’d grabbed and completed in Ronona. No less than two Defiled, escorting kittens to daycare in another town, a myriad of what I’d call ‘fetch Quests,’ and a half a dozen tasks for Queen Nehalennia.

All for this.

“Shopping day! Shopping day!” Cannoli chanted in her sing-song voice from the bathroom.

Shopping day. I’d promised my girls a full day of stopping in whatever stores that caught their eyes, buying whatever clothes, jewelry, or plushies their little hearts desired.

Within reason, I thought as I caught sight of Ravyn’s fluffy red tail. But she had her own Bells to burn if she wanted something entirely out of reach.

“Careful with my makeup, Cannoli.” Keke laughed. “You’re bouncing around too much.”

“I’m just so excited!” Cannoli squealed.

“You look magnificent, Keke,” Ceres said.

“Eh. You could go way darker on her eyeliner,” Ravyn replied.

Keke sighed. “Please don’t listen to her.”

I’ll admit, I’d never seen the appeal of shopping. There were a couple of dates I went on where we’d walk around the mall, and she’d point things out that she thought were cute or stop in stores to try things on. I would spend all my hard-earned cash to make sure she got what she wanted, and then I’d never hear from her again.

Not that my girls would vanish after today, but still. It left a sour taste in my mouth.

I sat on the bed in our enormous room while I waited for them to get ready. There wasn’t much else for me to do. I’d already run a comb through my hair, and the new clothes I’d had made in Ronona were freshly washed: black slacks, a gold button-up vest, and a white collared shirt that I wore with the sleeves rolled back on my forearms. It all felt a little too…formal, to me. But the way I caught the girls staring made it worth it.

“Summon iPaw.” I figured I had some time to kill. Maybe I could convince Ai to add a solitaire app.

“Hello, [User Matthew].” Before I could call for the pixelated catgirl, she popped up on the lower part of the screen in all her flat-expression glory. “After a considerable amount of research, I have added a new function to your iPaw.”

Did she install solitaire without me asking? “Oh yeah?”

The windows behind her closed, and a square framed a new icon on the home screen. The words ‘Remote Control’ were underneath a 32-bit image of, well, a remote control.

“You will use this in conjunction with the new items in your [Cat Pack],” Ai explained as she opened the menu.

The next notification on the screen caught me off guard.

New Notifications!

Matt has gained: Ternyan Vibrator x4

I slowly reached into my [Cat Pack] and…wasn’t sure what to picture, so I imagined the words. When I withdrew my hand, a smooth white bullet and two small white clamps rested in my palm. My heart beat faster, and my mouth went dry.

Are these seriously…?

“As you can see, there are four labeled bars inside of this program,” Ai continued, casually launching the Remote Control app as if I weren’t holding a sex toy in my hand.

Sure enough, there were four different-colored bars with tiny sliders at the bottom, like the sound mixer on a computer. Keke, Cannoli, Ceres, and Ravyn each had their names listed underneath a bar—green, pink, blue, and red, respectively.

“Increasing the slider on each bar will vary the strength,” Ai said, and the slider on Keke’s bar moved upward. The bullet and clamps in my palm vibrated. Gently at first, but the sensation grew to an unbelievable intensity when the slider reached the top of the bar.

I looked at my hand. Then I looked at the hints of tails and skirts moving around the bathroom. I licked my lips.

“You want me to use these?” I whispered to Ai. It didn’t really matter, since the girls wouldn’t be able to understand me anyway, but my disbelief wouldn’t let me ask any louder.

“I trust that I will not have to explain where each piece belongs?”

“They’re, uh, pretty self-explanatory, Ai.”

“Very well.” Ai smiled. It was always a little off-putting when she smiled. “Consider this…motivation, [User Matthew].” The slider dropped, and the vibrating stopped. “Enjoy your day.” She vanished, leaving me alone with the program open and the vibrators in my hand.

I had so many questions. What research had she done for these things? How did they run without batteries? What motivation?

Like any of that matters.

Suddenly, shopping day had a lot more appeal. Ideas flooded my mind as I shoved the vibrator back inside my [Cat Pack].

“Hey,” I called to the girls.

“What’s up, Matt?” Ravyn called back.

“Can I buy you new collars while we’re out?”

Four sets of cat ears poked over the doorframe, their beautiful faces amplified by careful makeup and styled hair. Ravyn looked suspicious. Cannoli blushed. Keke stared at me with interest. Ceres wore a tiny, mischievous smile.

I grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

It was a beautiful, sunny day in Ronona. Though it could have been hailing with an oncoming tornado, and I’d have hardly noticed.

All four girls had bought new dresses together just for the occasion. At first, I’d thought it was a silly idea, considering that we were going shopping for new stuff anyway, but now I was eating my words. I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Keke’s dark green dress hung off both of her shoulders, cinching at the waist and flaring around her thighs. It was simple, but it fit her to a T. I could see the tan lines of her swimsuit peeking above the low neck, and a new collar would go perfectly with that bared throat.

Cannoli’s lacy, light blue number was something straight out of ‘lolita’ fashion. There were ruffles around the short sleeves, ruffles around her neck, and ruffles around the hem. Embroidered flowers and tiny bows brought the whole thing together. Knowing that Cannoli had a kinky side underneath all that lace made it that much better.

Then there was Ceres, who looked like a runway model. A white scarf around her neck was tied into a loose bow that trailed down her chest. Her short black dress had long sleeves, but there were openings around her biceps that revealed the powerful curve of her shoulders—the perfect gaps to sink my teeth into.

Last was Ravyn, who was always a show-stopper. The red dress she wore wrapped around the back of her neck, leaving it entirely backless save for sheer black leaves creeping over her left shoulder blade. On the front, there was a diagonal split in the fabric that cut between her breasts and ended just above her right hip. Just wide enough to slide my hand inside…

Their perfume wasn’t making things easier. No matter who I stood next to, a whiff of their skin made me want to call the day off, haul them back to the bedroom, and start using the vibrators immediately.

C’mon, Kelmer. You can be more creative than that.

Cannoli and Ceres chattered excitedly to my left while Keke hung from my arm on my right. Ravyn was just a few steps away from Keke, her gaze focused on the shops we passed. I snaked my arm away from Keke’s and casually trailed my fingers up the back of her thigh.

“M-Matt,” Keke whispered. She turned her head side to side. “Won’t people see?”

“Not if you’re quiet,” I murmured. I cupped the curve of her ass, and she stared up at me with those striking, golden eyes. A soft hum vibrated in her throat; one only I could hear. “Good girl.”

Keke bit her lip and blushed.

“Oh! Let’s go in here!” Cannoli cried.

I let go of Keke’s backside and wrapped my arm around her waist. I felt a shiver run through her, and my blood warmed with pride.

“Welcome!” a cheerful catgirl standing beside a mannequin called as we stepped inside a dress shop.

“These are so beautiful!” Many of the designs looked right up Cannoli’s alley, and her whole face lit up as she looked around. “Oh my goodness, I want them all!”

Ravyn snorted. “Don’t spend all our money in one place.”

“I thought I’d be telling you that.” I chuckled.

“Hey. I know our limits. Baka.” Ravyn poked her tongue out at me.

“Ravyn! Ravyn, you have to try some on with me!” Cannoli hopped from rack to rack, pulling dresses free like a storm. “And this one would look so good on Ceres!” She tugged away a black and white dress and handed it to Ceres. “And this one for Keke! Excuse me! Where are your dressing rooms?”

“There are four pink curtains in the back.” The shopkeeper laughed. “It’s good to see someone so excited!”

Cannoli passed out dresses before leading us in a lacey train to the back of the shop. Ravyn grumbled about once again having to try on Cannoli’s fluffy pink roachshit while Ceres complimented Cannoli’s style. I grabbed Keke’s wrist and held her back, letting the other three disappear behind their curtains. Then I nodded to the fourth and followed her inside.

I closed the curtain behind us and reached into my [Cat Pack] while Keke hung up Cannoli’s chosen dress on the wall. A warm yellow light illuminated us both standing in front of the floor-length mirror, giving me a perfect, simultaneous view of Keke’s front and back.

“Can my good girl keep a secret?” I whispered in Keke’s ear.

Keke searched my face, then nodded. I turned her to face her reflection and pressed my hand on her back until she leaned forward. She rested her palms flat against the mirror and watched me with a nervous excitement that made my breath catch.

“I believe I need a larger size, please!” Ceres called through her curtain.

“Yes, ma’am!” the shopkeeper responded.

I lifted the back of Keke’s dress and pulled the seat of her panties to the side. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as I slid the bullet inside her heat. She sucked in air and curled her nails against the glass.

“I need something with less ruffles,” Ravyn snapped.

“Nonsense!” Cannoli cried. “Learn to love the ruffles!”

After replacing her panties, I reached forward and pulled down the neck of her dress, revealing her pert breasts, her skin light from her swimsuit. The first clamp fit easily around her dark nipple, as if it were made for her. I watched her lips part in the mirror as I applied the second clamp. Curling an arm around her waist until my hand rested on her stomach, I whispered for the iPaw and opened the remote control.

“One more size, I think, and it will be perfect,” Ceres said.

“You’re so tall, Ceres!” Cannoli giggled.

“Bally would tear this shit to shreds,” Ravyn grumbled.

“Good thing he’s not here today, then,” Cannoli replied.

I’d barely moved the slider on Keke’s bar when she gasped and ground her hips down against mine. I turned it up a little more. Her whole body quivered, and her fingers drew desperate lines down the mirror. She wrapped her tail around my arm and clenched her teeth. Her reflection looked helpless; putty in my fingers.

I switched it off and slid the iPaw into my pocket. Keke’s ears flicked forward while she fought for air. I stroked her tail and smiled. A shudder ran down her spine.

“Matt? Where are you! I want to show you my dress!” Cannoli said.

“Keke needed help with hers.” I grabbed Keke’s shoulders and pulled her to standing, then kissed her bare neck while kneading her breasts. Her head lolled to rest against my chest, and she gripped my thighs, hands trembling. I caught her gaze in the mirror. “You’ve got it from here, right?”

“Mhm,” Keke hummed. “I’m fine.” It sounded convincing enough, so long as they weren’t looking at her face.

I let her go. She straightened and licked her lips. I stepped outside of the dressing room to find Cannoli in all her lacey pink glory. Ceres and Ravyn were still behind their curtains.

“This one’s my favorite,” Cannoli said shyly.

I smiled. “That looks great, Cannoli.”

“You always make me feel like a princess, Matt.” Cannoli blushed and twirled. “I love all the ribbons! And this bow on the back is so cute!” She wiggled her hips. I reached inside my pocket and idly bumped the slider on Keke’s bar, rewarded with a tiny gasp behind me.

“It fits you perfectly.” I touched one of the fluffy sleeves, then raised my arm to Cannoli’s head. Knowing Keke was trembling just behind the curtain emboldened me. I fingered Cannoli’s ear. “Are you going to buy it?”

Cannoli’s blush deepened, and she leaned into my hand. “C-can I?”

“Of course. It’s shopping day.” I stepped closer. Reaching around her hips, I curled her tail around my hand and continued massaging her ear. “And hey, even with the big bow, you still fit nicely in my arms,” I murmured.

Cannoli’s hot breath weaved beneath my collar and found my chest. She hugged me and melted into my embrace. “This is my favorite place to be,” she said softly.

“What a wondrous fit. You have quite an eye for fashion, Cannoli!” Ceres threw back her curtain, and I released Cannoli’s ear and tail. We turned to find Ceres in a black and white ruffly dress that wasn’t too far off from her usual maid outfit. Just with far more lace.

Cannoli recovered quickly and rushed to Ceres’s side. “You look so beautiful!”

“Kuso. That’s it. This thing is not fitting over my boobs,” Ravyn snarled and whipped the curtain to the side. She passed the dress off to the waiting shopkeeper.

“We could try another size, ma’am! Or I could alter it—” the shopkeeper stammered.

“Nah. I’m done. Thanks.” Ravyn tossed her dazzling red hair over her shoulder, and that slit between her chest caught my eye again. “I saw books in the window next door. I’ll be there when you’re done.”

I fished the iPaw from my pocket and turned off Keke’s vibrator. “I’ll go with you.” I looked at Cannoli and Ceres. “Take your time, okay? Today’s for fun.” And Ravyn’s next.

“Of course, Matt! Thank you!” Cannoli hopped to Keke’s room. “Keke? Do you need any more help?”

I hid my smile behind my hand when Keke’s shaky voice replied.

I followed Ravyn out of the dress shop and into the bookshop next door. A catgirl glanced up at us from the checkout desk, nodded, then returned to reading her book. So far, Ronona had been the only place I’d ever seen with a dedicated bookshop. Outside of Ravyn’s cave, Tristan’s room in the school, and Magni’s library, books were pretty damn rare in Nyarlea. A part of me wondered if the three of them owned most of Nyarlea’s supply. 

We passed a few bookshelves before Ravyn chose one to start sifting through.

“What has you smiling so much?” Ravyn asked.

“Four gorgeous girls to relax with. No Bally. What’s there not to smile about?” I replied easily.

Ravyn sputtered a laugh. “Even though we’re shopping? You hate shopping.” She pulled a brown, leather-bound tome from the shelf and flipped through it.

“I’m looking forward to the collars,” I said, quiet enough for the catgirl up front not to hear us.

Ravyn paused, then closed the book and set it back on the shelf. “I’ve never worn a collar.” She marched out of that row of books, passed two more, then slid into another one.

“Then we’ll get you a really nice one,” I said, following her.

“Mm.”

The space between shelves was pretty tight, and the farther back we went, the darker it became. It seemed the only window was at the front of the shop. As she moved to take another book, I reached forward and traced the bare line of skin down her chest.

Ravyn’s hand hesitated on the book’s spine. Her violet gaze dropped to my hand. “Why else are you smiling, Matt?”

“You know me too well,” I murmured, finishing my path at the edge of her hip. “One second.” I stepped away from the bookcase and wandered toward the back of the store.

Two booths with small tables and flickering lamps sat against the farthest wall. Each one had a black curtain that could be pulled around the booth for privacy. Reading nooks.

Perfect.

When I returned to Ravyn’s side, she was engrossed in the beginning pages of a new tome. “Enjoying that one?” I asked.

Ravyn nodded and clapped the cover shut. “I think I’ll get it.”

“Can I show you something first?”

Ravyn cocked her head to the side, and her tail swayed behind her with curiosity. “What are you up to?”

“You’ll see.” I took her hand and led her to the reading nooks. “Let’s set that here for a second.” I slid the book from her hand and set it on the second table. Then I moved the lamp on the table nearest us to the side and checked over my shoulder. There was no way the woman at the counter could see us from where she sat, and the store was completely empty otherwise.

Grabbing Ravyn by the waist, I lifted her up until she was sitting on the table, slid into the booth, and closed the curtain.

She wrapped her legs around my thighs and looked up at me with a devious smile. “And what is it you think we’re doing here?” she asked quietly.

“More things that make me smile.” I nibbled her lower lip and reached into my [Cat Pack].

“What a naughty boy you’ve become.”

I chuckled and pressed on her shoulder, urging her to lie back on the table.

Ravyn wasn’t wearing underwear. Her tender, ivory skin was unguarded. Begging for my touch.

“Holy shit.” I couldn’t hide my surprise.

Ravyn grinned. “Like what you see?”

“You have no idea.” I swallowed against the building lump in my throat and the stiff erection in my pants.

After giving Keke her vibrator and now having Ravyn splayed out and ready for anything, it was difficult as hell to keep my eye on the prize. It would have been so easy to just fuck her right there on the table. The hair framing her face and body glowed in the dim lamplight, and she looked at me with a challenge. ‘Do it.’ My hand gained a mind of its own, brushing over her inner thigh. I parted her folds and slid two fingers inside of her soft pink slit before I could think twice.

I met no resistance as I moved to my last knuckle. Ravyn’s back arched, and her heels dug into my thighs. Her low moan sounded more like a whimper as she suppressed it. Watching her was intoxicating. Feeling her was addicting.

The vibrators, Kelmer.

I continued to thrust in and out of her while I maneuvered one clamp from my palm to my fingers, then slid my hand beneath her dress. Goosebumps coated her skin. Despite the fabric obscuring my vision, it was easy to fix the clamp around her hardened nipple.

“Mmh…What’s that?” Ravyn asked between breaths.

“You’ll see.” I rolled my fingertips over Ravyn’s nipple and teased her clit with my thumb. Her breathy moan should have caught the curtain on fire.

I traced the dip inside the curve of her chest before securing the second clamp to her right breast. I teased her nipple one last time before pulling my hand away and letting the top of her dress settle. To my surprise, her nipples poked through the fabric, but it was impossible to tell that I’d added clamps.

Ravyn rolled her hips down and around my knuckles in a slow, desperate circle. “Goddess above, Matt, just fuck me.”

“Not yet.” I withdrew my hand and replaced my fingers with the bullet. I pinned her hip to the table as I grabbed the iPaw from my pocket and adjusted the slider on her bar.

“T-the hell? Ngh!” Ravyn hissed through clenched teeth. She grabbed the edges of the table. Her nails bit into the wood, and her thighs quivered around me. I pushed the slider higher. “F-fuck!” Her voice hit a pitch I’d never heard out of her before. She was struggling to stay quiet.

“Don’t yell too loud. She’ll hear us.” I licked my fingers clean while I watched her, savoring her taste. Her gaze grew more intense.

“Matt—”

“Think you can hide this from the others?” I brought the slider low. Just enough to keep her trembling.

Ravyn looked up at the ceiling, her chest still heaving, then nodded. “They won’t have a clue.” She slowly pushed herself to sitting and toyed with my belt buckle. “But this had better lead to more later.”

“Obviously.” I kissed her, careful not to mess up her makeup. “Let’s get your book.”

“I’m not done shopping.”

 I grinned. “Alright.” I untangled her legs from mine, stepped out of the booth, and kicked up her slider.

Ravyn slid to her knees on the cushion and clung to the back of the booth, squeezing her eyes closed. “Fucking—ah!—jackass,” she growled.

I collected her book from the table and watched with amusement as Ravyn struggled to stand. Struggled to look at me. She tugged her dress down around her thighs, and her expression burned with furious yearning. But she straightened her shoulders and perfected her posture. With a sharp grin, she spanked me before tearing her book from my hand and returning to search the remaining shelves.

I followed behind her, moving the slider up another inch. She gritted her teeth and glowered at me, but her posture didn’t waver.

Ravyn’s competitiveness was such a turn-on. I chuckled and turned off her vibrator, letting her shop in relative peace.

Ceres, Cannoli, and Keke—who had seemingly collected herself—entered the bookshop a short time later. Ravyn had me carrying four more books she’d found interesting while she shopped.

“No dress?” I asked Cannoli.

“Oh! They sent them back to our inn room.” Cannoli clapped her hands together and beamed. “That way, we don’t have to carry them around!”

“That’s handy.” I nodded and looked down at the books in my arms. “That’ll be helpful for these, too. They’re getting pretty heavy.”

Ravyn grunted and added a fifth one to my stack. I’d stopped doing the math three books ago. These were definitely coming out of her own funds.

Ceres moved to my side and lowered her voice. “Sir Matt, there is a, um, store that I would like to visit, if you do not mind.”

“Yeah, no problem. What is it?”

Ceres toyed with her yellow braid. I rarely saw our brave [Magic Knight] nervous. “It is more of a…personal nature. However, you may all join me if you wish.”

Now I was really curious. What kind of store made Ceres uncomfortable like this?

“I’m done. We can go,” Ravyn announced and strode to the front counter.

The catgirl there rang her up and offered to send everything back to the inn room, just as Cannoli had suggested. That saved us a lot of hassle. Being a pack mule was another longtime frustration of mine with shopping days. Plus, it gave me room to play with the iPaw.

Which I did.

I watched Keke wince and caught the slightest flinch in Ravyn’s expression as I toyed with their sliders. It was pretty damn amazing how quiet the vibrators were. More amazing how well the girls hid it. Keke wrapped her hands around my bicep, digging her nails into my skin as if her life depended on it. Ravyn looked somewhere between slugging me and pinning me to a bed.

We followed Ceres through winding alleyways and a number of stalls in the marketplace. Wherever we were going, it was very much out of the way of the usual bustling streets.

At last, we reached a dead end where very few catgirls wandered between the four open doors of smaller, undecorated buildings. I turned off the vibrators and felt Keke’s grip loosen around my arm. Ravyn sighed under her breath.

Ceres reached for the single closed door in the alleyway, then paused. “If you find yourselves uncomfortable, by all means, please continue on without me. I will catch up.”

I think she piqued all our curiosities with her warning.

“I’m sure it’s fine, Ceres,” Keke said.

“Alright.” Ceres nodded and pulled the door open. “Lucia informed me of this shop in our travels. I wanted to see it.”

Inside, the small shop was dim save for a handful of candles burning in sconces on the walls and a few more scattered around the six or so tables that filled the room.

“Good afternoon!” A pink-haired catgirl wearing what looked like a latex dress rushed to greet us with a bow, then eyed me with an excited smile. “Oh-ho-ho, I don’t think I’ve ever had a man in my shop.”

As my eyes adjusted and I looked around, pieces of the puzzle started clicking into place. Vials of clear, viscous liquid. Leather cuffs. Blindfolds. More latex dresses.

A Nyarlean sex store.

“Wow,” Keke said.

“S-Sir Matt, my friends, truly, if you would like to wait outside—” Ceres stammered.

I chuckled. “No. This is fine.”

“Oh, sweet cheeks, there’s no reason to be embarrassed!” Pink Hair said to Ceres. “We all have cravings that deserve to be satisfied. Let him look around!”

“This is pretty amazing.” Ravyn snickered, looking over a rack of leather tools on the wall. Keke joined her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Cannoli sneaking down a dark staircase in the back of the room.

“Take your time, Ceres.” I waved and went to follow Cannoli.

The staircase was so encased in shadow that I never would have seen it without someone pointing it out to me. Downstairs, the second floor was darker with just three tables. These ones, however, were covered in multiple glass phallic shapes that I quickly recognized as dildos. Some had bumps or ridges, and they came in a number of sizes and colors. Every one of them was a little different.

There’s a catgirl out there who makes these by hand.

Cannoli touched one with a lot of bumps and looked over her shoulder at me. Her cheeks were bright pink.

“What are you thinking about?” I moved to stand behind her and ran my hand through her silky white hair.

“I…” Cannoli picked up the glass toy and turned it around in her fingers. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Yeah?”

“Is it wrong of me…” She glanced up at me, her round ruby gaze fraught with nerves. “If I…”

“If you want to try it?” I finished for her.

Cannoli glanced down at the toy and nodded.

Adrenaline hammered in my ears. I didn’t know how long the other girls would stay on the first floor. There were no curtains this time. No reading nook. But the possibility of getting caught only made my idea that much more tempting.

I spun Cannoli to face me and dropped to my knees.

“Matt?” Cannoli squeaked as I grabbed the toy from her hands.

“Do you trust me?”

“Y-yes…”

I reached beneath the blue lace and pulled her panties down to just above her knees. Cannoli’s white stockings brushed against my wrists as I parted her thighs. This is insane. I shoved the thought aside as I aligned the glass curve to her pussy and eased the tip inside.

Cannoli gasped, grabbing my shoulders and steadying herself. “W-we s-shouldn’t—!”

“I’ll buy it if you like it,” I murmured, adjusting the angle and inching it further inside of her.

“I-I… O-oh…” Cannoli whimpered. “It’s so b-big…” Her polished shoes spread wider apart, the heels clicking lightly against the floor. She wanted more. So I gave her another inch.

Her eyes rolled back, and her nails bit into my shoulders. I wanted to commit the image to memory. Sweet Cannoli in her sky-blue ruffles and lace, her lovely mouth parted in bliss, spreading her legs and letting me ravage her against a background of glass dildos and leather flogs.

Cannoli’s face flushed, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, leaning her forehead against mine. She coiled her tail around my wrist between her legs, and she urged me up.

“Feel good?” I asked, reaching the halfway point.

“Uh-huh,” she breathed. The short, quiet gasps that punctuated her breathing were like music to my ears. “I-I—ha—c-can feel the b-bumps…”

I twisted the toy as I moved deeper. She moaned into my ear, and her tail constricted harder around my wrist. The memory of that same tail around my cock resurfaced, and I fought to concentrate. It was getting really, really difficult. I still had Keke’s perfume in my nose, Ravyn’s taste in my mouth, and now this. Just the barest shift of my pants threatened to make me orgasm.

No. Don’t fucking waste it.

“I’ll buy this for you, Cannoli. But you have to do something for me,” I growled.

“A-anything.”

I reached into my [Cat Pack] and pulled out the third set of vibrators. “I’m replacing this with a different toy.” I gently withdrew the dildo to a needy moan before slipping the bullet in its place. She released my wrist, letting her tail relax, and I tugged her panties back up around her hips. “You’ll wear that for me all day. And these.” I stood and set the dildo aside, tugging the neck of her shirt and the cups of her bra forward to clamp the vibrators around her petite pink nipples.

Cannoli nodded and rasped for breath as she watched me work, her knees shaking beneath her dress. “W…what do they d-do?”

“I’ll show you.” I took the iPaw from my pocket. They’ve had enough of a break. I moved Keke and Ravyn’s sliders up a tick and then turned on Cannoli’s.

“Goddess!” Cannoli grabbed two fistfuls of my vest and squeezed her knees tightly together. I stroked her hair and watched her squirm. “That’s…ngh!”

“Intense?”

“Mm!” I couldn’t tell if she was agreeing or moaning. Either way was a win.

“You’ll be good and keep them on, won’t you?”

“Y-yes!”

I rubbed her ear between my fingers and drank in her squeal. “Can you do it without telling the other girls?”

Cannoli leaned her head against my chest. “I d-don’t know—ah!”

I moved the slider up. “You want your new toy, don’t you?”

“Yes! P-please, Matt! I’ll… Ha… Ah… I won’t tell!” Cannoli forced her fingers free of my vest and stepped backward. Her ears and tail trembled so quickly that it looked like they were vibrating in tandem. “S-see? I can h-hide it!”

She was too cute. “Very good.” I switched off all the vibrators. Cannoli looked as if she were about to collapse on the floor, but she stayed standing. I grabbed the glass dildo and smiled. “Let’s get this paid for, then.”

“H-hang on. There’s, um, a little bag, I think.” Cannoli lifted a black bag from the table and passed it to me. She wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“This can be our secret, Cannoli.” I accepted the bag and kissed her between her ears. Her face was flushed, and the tips of her shoes touched as she squeezed her legs together. “Did you like that?” I murmured.

Cannoli twined her hands over her skirt and swayed her shoulders from side to side. “Yes,” she whispered.

My kinky little Cannoli. “Good. So did I.” I slipped the glass dildo into the bag and made my way upstairs. Cannoli lingered behind.

Ravyn, Keke, and Ceres all stood with Pink Hair at the checkout counter, speaking in hushed voices. All four of them perked up when they heard my footsteps, and their expressions were conspiratorial. And, man, did Keke and Ravyn look frustrated. Good.

“Find something fun?” I asked. I tried to steal a peek over Keke’s shoulder, but Pink Hair pushed a large cloth bag aside and leaned forward, blocking my view.

“Oh yeah. We found a lot of great stuff.” Ravyn smirked, then nodded at the bag in my hand. “Looks like you did, too.”

I raised an eyebrow. What were they hiding? “Yeah. I was curious, is this shop where they sell that, uh, lubricant you had, Keke?”

Ceres and Keke nodded, then both pointed at one of the tables. Neither of them moved. We’re being extra careful, I see. Cannoli’s delicate steps sounded on the stairs in the back of the store. I grabbed my iPaw from my pocket as I went to inspect the lube and hit the sliders on Keke, Ravyn, and Cannoli. Cannoli’s steps faltered, followed by a soft, high-pitched squeal.

“Cannoli? Are you alright?” Ceres called.

“I-I’m fine! Thank you!” Cannoli squeaked.

I picked one of the glass vials from the table at my leisure. When I turned around, Keke and Ravyn burned holes into me with their gazes. Keke’s tail wound tightly around her leg. Ravyn’s ears were flat against her head. I grinned and turned them all off.

“So, where can we buy you new collars?” I asked, setting the bag and the vial on the table.

Pink Hair beamed. “There’s a shop across the way with luxury collars and exotic clothing! It’s called The Curious Cat. You can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.” Cannoli reached my side and had her delicate hands around my forearm. I grinned while I paid for the toy and lube, and added them both to my [Cat Pack].

We left the shop, Ravyn eyeing me warily, Cannoli latched onto my arm, and Keke gripping my hand. The control I had over them was addicting. I’d make sure every one of them was edged to insanity by dinner time.

That just leaves Ceres.

Ceres was none the wiser, repeatedly thanking us for allowing her to see the sex store. She led our group as we made the short journey to The Curious Cat. Pink Hair wasn’t kidding; there really was no way to miss it. Gemmed collars glittered in the window beside all manners of silks, jewelry, goblets, spices, and more.

Cannoli’s energy returned. “They have spices!” She bounced inside and sniffed the air. “Ohh, it smells so good!”

“Welcome to The Curious Cat!” A catgirl with dark brown skin and bright green eyes greeted us. She wore a dress that reminded me a lot of Ichi Island. “My name is Lyra. What treasures might I help you find?”

“Collars for each of them,” I said. “And then whatever else they’d like.”

Lyra smiled. “A generous man, I see. Come, come.” She gestured us over to a display with probably forty different collars on the shelves. Anything I could have possibly thought of was right there. “Would you like assistance in choosing?”

I shook my head. “I’d like to pick them out.”

“Of course, my lord. If you need anything else at all, just call my name,” Lyra said and whisked herself away to the checkout desk.

My girls wore different shades of curiosity on their faces. Everyone except Ravyn looked excited. She looked doubtful.

I ignored her and looked over the display. The first one to catch my eye was a lilac choker made from extremely soft leather. It had light blue beads that framed an ornately carved metal embellishment with a D-ring at its center. Two pink flowers hung on thin chains that gave it a princessy feel.

“This one’s Cannoli’s.” I lifted it from the stand.

“It’s so pretty!”  Cannoli gasped.

It’ll look even better with a leash attached. “Lift up your hair,” I instructed, stepping behind her. She did as I asked, and I carefully wrapped the leather around her throat. Another thin chain hung from the clasp in the back, following the curve of her spine. Once I fixed it in place, I traced the chain with my fingertips and won a tiny shiver as Cannoli lowered her hair.

“That fits you so well,” Keke marveled. “Good choice, Matt.”

“I have a mirror, if you would like to see!” Lyra called.

“Yes, please!” Cannoli bounced away as I returned my attention to the display.

Just a few stands down from Cannoli’s was a silver choker with a thick chain. Attached to the O-ring at the front were twisting, metal vines that ended in tiny leaves. It wasn’t nearly as decorated as Cannoli’s, but Keke wasn’t that kind of girl.

“Keke, what do you think?” I asked, taking the choker from its stand.

Keke leaned closer to look, and she smiled. “It’s beautiful, Matt.” She lifted her hair and let me hook it around her neck.

I’m collaring my girls. The thought sent a renewed thrill through my veins. Hooking that clasp and watching them wear the collars with pride was a statement. You belong to me.

“I love this so much!” Cannoli called from the counter. Keke went to join her, pulling her hair back to marvel in the mirror beside Cannoli.

“I don’t want any flowery shit,” Ravyn grumbled. She crossed an arm over her chest and looked at the floor. Was she blushing?

“I know,” I said. Ravyn needed something special. Something different.

Something like this.

I picked up two heavy golden chains resting on a single stand.

“Hold up your hair, Ravyn.”

Ravyn clicked her tongue and sighed, but she pulled her fiery mane off her neck.

I attached the first chain—a choker with multiple rectangular links that would be perfect for thin strips of rope to attach to her wrists. The second chain hung lower on her neck, with an O-ring that rested between her collar bones. Smaller rectangular links hung in a long chain from the O-ring, ending between her breasts and creating an eye-catching Y-shape. I circled back around to face her and touched the chain resting on her chest. Her breathing sped as she watched me.

This one has a leash built in. I wanted to grab it and yank her forward. A glimpse of her heavy-lidded gaze said she wanted the same.

“Like it?” I asked.

Ravyn raised her hand to cover mine. Her skin was searing. “It’s fine.”

“I believe it suits you wonderfully, Ravyn,” Ceres said. “It is most complimentary to your dress.”

Ravyn blushed. It was like getting to see one of the seven wonders of the world whenever Ravyn blushed. “Thanks,” she grumbled. “I’ll…go see it myself.” Pushing my hand away, she turned and wandered to the mirror.

As I began to search for Ceres’s collar, Lyra approached us. “A suggestion, my lord?”

Ceres and I both looked at Lyra.

“Yeah?” I asked.

Lyra licked her lips and lowered her voice. “In response to many of my patrons requesting to test the quality of these fine pieces, I have an exclusive room to do so.”

I blinked and glanced at Ceres. Her lower lip was between her teeth, and her eyes were wide. It’s good to have such willing participants.

“Is that so?” I asked. “Will you show us?”

“I would be honored.”

Ceres audibly sucked in a breath as Lyra wove us through the store, passing racks of clothing, cases of knick-knacks, and a couple of low shelves of books. Lyra stopped at a door, then tugged a chain around her neck, revealing a key at its end.

“Explore at your leisure.” Lyra smiled, unlocking the door. “Come tell me when you have finished.”

I nodded, then glanced over my shoulder. “Can you let those three know that they can shop around while we’re busy?”

“Of course, my lord. Enjoy.” Lyra left us alone, and I opened the door.

“Oh…my goodness,” Ceres breathed as we stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit, and the thick scent of incense wafted through the air. A plush red sofa large enough to fit two people sat in the middle of the room, but the real attraction was on the wall. After closing the door, I crossed the room and was greeted by an entire row of leashes on coat hangers. Beside it, another display held more collars along with blindfolds and silk rope. 

Oh, the things I could do in here. I resolved to build a room just like this one as soon as humanly possible.

A black and white collar caught my eye on the display; one layer of black leather with a layer of white on top. Silver rivets pinned the leather pieces together, but they managed to come off more decorative than utilitarian. It curved into an attractive V-shape at the front, with a silver D-ring that held a silver O-ring.

“Take off your dress, Ceres,” I said, picking the collar up. I grabbed a leash for good measure.

“Yes, S-Sir Matt.”

I turned and watched Ceres untie the scarf around her neck and then slowly slide the dress over her head. She always wore the best underwear, which turned her undressing into a show every single time. Lacy white panties that matched her bra and—more importantly—her garter belt, which held up her white, thigh-high stockings.

God bless Shi Island girls.

Ceres laid her dress over the sofa, then rested one knee against the cushion. She raised her tail and looked at me, the kitten she constantly kept hidden clawing at me from inside her gaze. She looked like a pin-up model and had to have known it. I wished for an ounce of Tristan’s skill so I could draw her in that instant.

“Is this to your liking, Sir Matt?” Ceres asked softly, arching her back the tiniest bit. It made her chest more prominent. I wanted to rake my fingers down that ivory skin.

“Always going out of your way to appease me, aren’t you?” I murmured, closing the gap between us.

“Yes, my lord.” Ceres fell into her old habit of calling me her lord. But when she was so ready to service me like this, it felt empowering as hell. “I will do anything within my power that you wish.” She shifted her braid away from her neck.

“Ever my loyal knight.” I kissed the back of her throat, then brought the collar to her neck. Her tail circled my back while I fastened the buckle.

“Shall I wear this at all times, my lord?” Ceres asked softly, pinching the O-ring between her fingers.

“Yes.” I wanted to drown in her perfume. I hooked the leash to the O-ring on her collar, then yanked it toward me, forcing her to shrink to all fours on the couch. Ceres’s breath caught, and she looked up at me, her face flushed.

Her mouth was right there. One zipper away, and I could bury my cock between those lips.

“How should we assess the quality, my lord?” Ceres murmured. She nuzzled her cheek against my thigh, keeping those bright blue eyes locked on mine, and I almost gave in.

Almost.

“I have a few ideas.” I knelt before I could change my mind. I tested the tension on Ceres’s collar, pulled it taut until her forehead touched the cushion, and then tied the end of the leash around the leg of the couch in a quick knot. It left her ass and tail in the air, and she gasped as she tried to lift her head.

I rounded to her backside and spanked her.

“A-ah!” Ceres yelped, and the collar’s rings clanged together. I massaged the pinking skin, slipping my hand under her panties and dipping my thumb inside her dripping cunt. Her whimpers were muffled in the cushions, and she clasped her hands together above her head as if in prayer.

I quickly withdrew my hand and spanked her again. She whimpered and writhed against the leash.

“How’s it holding up, Ceres?” I asked, drawing red lines down her back with my fingertips.

“I-it is q-quite—mnh!” Ceres sucked in a breath as my hand connected a third time. “S-sturdy, my lord!”

“Good.” I reached into my [Cat Pack] and pulled out the final vibrators. Ceres’s thighs quivered when I slipped the bullet inside of her.

“M-may I ask—” she stammered as I pulled down her bra.

“No.” I set the clamps over her nipples, and a shudder ran from the tip of her ears to her tail. I straightened and rested one hand on the curve of her back while I grabbed the iPaw with the other. I pushed Ceres’s slider until it nearly reached the top of its bar.

Ceres cried out and tried to yank away from her leash. The leather creaked with the effort, but both the leash and the collar held. Her back arched into my palm, and her next cry was through gritted teeth.

“I want you to wear these until I tell you to take them out,” I instructed her.

“I-I— I will— ngh! Ah!” Ceres couldn’t speak. I inched the slider down. She tried again. “As you c-command, my lord.”

I repositioned myself near the leash and knelt. “Can you do it without the other girls finding out?”

Ceres’s tail whipped from side to side. Her ears twitched and rotated in desperation. “Y-yes.”

I unhooked the leash from the collar, and she slowly raised herself back to all fours. Her eyes closed, and she rested her head against the back of the sofa. “My lord…”

“Hm?”

“This feels…” Ceres moaned and rolled her shoulders back, as if yielding her breasts to the vibrators. Don’t touch her, Kelmer. “Delicious.”

“Very good.” I brushed my lips against hers, then went to take three more leashes from the wall. Surely they’d come in handy later on. “Get dressed. I’ll meet you outside.”

“Y-yes, my lord.”

I left her vibrators on and closed the door behind me. Keke’s brunette ears flicked above a few clothing racks not far from where I stood. Time to have a little more fun. I weaved around the racks, stashing the leashes beneath a set of Ni Island dresses, and found her poking through fuzzy hooks displayed on a small table.

“These are amazing!” Keke marveled, lifting one of the hooks and twirling it in her fingers. “Fishing lures from every island. They’re so intricate and different from one another.”

I leaned up against her back and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, careful not to constrict her arms. “You should get them.” I lifted the iPaw so I could see and turned up Keke’s slider.

Keke tensed in my embrace, hissing air through her nose. “W-which ones?”

I chuckled. “All of them if you want.”

Keke’s hips swayed, rubbing hard against mine. I hummed with satisfaction. “Really?” she whispered.

“Mhm.” I nibbled her ear, and she pushed harder. “You haven’t bought anything yet. Have some fun.”

“Okay.” Her voice was so breathy that I barely heard the word. I squeezed her tightly, then turned off her vibrators and released her. She held herself up on the edge of the table. “Goddess above, they make everything difficult.”

And that’s the fun part. “You’re doing great, Keke. You’ll get your reward.”

I left her to her fishing lures and found Ravyn and Cannoli hovering over a large spice rack.

“Matt! Look at all these spices!” Cannoli exclaimed. “I can make anything.”

“What were you doing with Ceres?” Ravyn asked pointedly.

“This one’s only grown in Lyncina! We never see it in Junonia!” Cannoli said, sifting through the bottles.

“Looking at collars. Lyra has more in the back of the store,” I said to Ravyn.

Ravyn looked up at me with a distrusting frown. I turned on her vibrators, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

“They even have cookware from Shi Island!” Cannoli turned and skipped over to a table of pots and pans.

I moved closer to Ravyn. “Is there something you want, Ravyn?” I asked so only she could hear.

“Fucking baka,” Ravyn hissed under her breath. “I told you what I want.”

I picked up the dangling chain on her collar and gave it a tug. Ravyn’s chin snapped up, and her eyes widened. There was so much emotion swimming inside that violet sea. Excitement. Apprehension. Need.

I looped my finger inside the O-ring and drew her close until her face was inches from mine. A quiet moan escaped her throat. I wish I could have solidified that sound and put it on a shelf. “You love this,” I growled.

Ravyn searched my face. “So what if I do?”

“Matt! Come here!” Cannoli called. “I want to show you!”

I grinned and released Ravyn’s collar. I left her vibrators on. She could handle it.

I followed Cannoli’s voice until I joined her at a narrow table of cooking supplies. Her choker caught my eye, that D-ring begging for a leash. Yet, somehow, it looked so natural on her with the cute adornments.

“They have cast iron pans! They’re heavy, but they’re so good.” Cannoli hefted one of the pans up in her thin arms and had to right her balance.

“Jeez. That could be a weapon,” I replied.

“Probably!” Cannoli giggled and set the pan back down. “But I could roast the best peanuts in here for Buttons. And the sear on meat would be amazing!”

“If it’ll fit in your [Cat Pack], grab one.” I gestured over my shoulder. “And some spices.”

“This is the best day ever!” Cannoli cried.

I couldn’t help it. I turned up her slider. Cannoli squeaked and clapped a hand over her mouth.

“Still the best day ever?” I asked.

Cannoli closed her eyes and nodded. She was on the brink of dissolving into a quivering mess.

“What did you say?” I reached forward and took her wrist, lowering it from her face.

“Y-yes,” Cannoli replied. “It is.”

Of the four girls, she was by far the worst at hiding the vibrators. But watching her fight to keep a level head against her pleasure made it way too much fun. Judging from our encounter in the sex shop, she would have let me fuck her on the table between the cast iron pans if I’d asked her.

I shut them off, and Cannoli rasped for air.

“I-I’m sorry, Matt,” she whispered. “It’s so hard to pretend—”

“Hey, you’re doing great.” I squeezed her hand, and she smiled. “I’ll meet you up front when you’re done shopping.”

Cannoli brightened. “Okay!”

Ceres emerged from the room at last and made her rounds. I switched off Keke and Ravyn, and, while the girls were occupied, I snuck the leashes to the counter and paid for them with their collars. Instead of sending these off to the inn, however, I stuffed them inside my [Cat Pack]. I’d just made room for four more items, after all.

Once they’d finished their shopping, it was dinner time. Which was a relief, since that’s about all the money we had left. I wanted to take them somewhere nice, and Sam had done me a solid in setting up reservations in a more ‘exclusive’ restaurant in Ronona. Apparently, just being a man didn’t work to get us on their list. Who’d have thought?

When we arrived, we were greeted by a catgirl with flawless hair and makeup in a sleek black dress who took us to a private booth in the back. We passed beneath chandeliers as we walked. Fresh flowers adorned the center of every table with polished silverware and two wine glasses at each place setting. A blue-haired catgirl in a shimmering dress played a violin on a small stage, and the soothing music carried from wall to wall.

“My goodness. What a magnificent atmosphere,” Ceres marveled.

“This is so fancy,” Cannoli breathed.

“We can afford this?” Keke whispered.

Ravyn sputtered a laugh. “Took the words right out of my mouth.”

“Yeah. We can,” I said to both of them. “Just enjoy it.”

I know I will.

Our round booth was set away from the other tables, with a larger bouquet at its center and five place settings. We sat in a semi-circle around the table—I took the center spot with Keke and Ravyn on my left, Cannoli and Ceres on my right.

“My name is Aimee. I’ll be your waitress for the evening.” Just like the woman who had seated us, Aimee wore a sharp black dress with her dark hair styled and gorgeous makeup. “Can I start you off with a bottle of wine? The Ronona red is excellent this year.”

We let Ravyn order wine for the table, which may have been a mistake when it came to the cost, but she complimented their wine list and enjoyed picking them out. After Aimee returned with our drinks, I set the iPaw on the table and felt all four of their stares lock onto me as sharply as if I’d used [Provoke].

“Matt—” Ravyn said my name like a warning.

I moved all four sliders up to the maximum strength it would allow.

Cannoli squealed and grabbed two fistfuls of her dress. Keke bowed her head, trying to hide the moan I know we all heard. Ravyn drained her wine glass with a shaking hand. Ceres closed her eyes and clasped her hands tightly on the table.

I dismissed the iPaw and waited.

Ravyn slammed her glass on the table and looked at Cannoli. Then at Keke. Realization dawned on her face as her eyes finally reached a trembling Ceres.

“You…mnh…you fucking…liar,” Ravyn gasped.

“I didn’t lie about anything,” I replied.

Keke forced her head up. She grabbed my thigh and narrowed her eyes. “A-ha-all of us, Matt?”

I raised my glass in a toast and took a sip. Yeah, it was always worth letting Ravyn choose the wine. Cannoli whimpered beside me, and I stroked her hair. “I didn’t want to leave any of you out,” I said.

“M-my lord,” Ceres murmured. “I-if this…ngh… If we continue…”

“You’ll come?” I asked mildly, swirling the wine. I can’t express in words how difficult it was to pretend like edging all of my girls at once—in public—wasn’t pushing all of my buttons. “All four of you have to be pretty close by now, right?”

Keke and Cannoli hummed high-pitched sounds of agreement. Ceres blushed and nodded. Ravyn gripped the chain on her collar and stared me down.

You can’t hide it from me, Ravyn.

I took another drink. “Then let’s help each other out.” I set the glass down and reached into my [Cat Pack].

“Now? Here?” Cannoli squealed.

I pulled a leash out and glanced between the girls. “Well, if you think you’ll make it through dinner, then we can wait.”

“No,” Keke and Ceres hissed.

I turned my attention to Ravyn. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breaths were fast and shallow. The blush had returned to her cheeks, and goosebumps coated her chest.

“Ravyn? Do you want to wait?”

Ravyn licked her lips and lowered her gaze. “No,” she murmured.

“Good.” I hooked the leash on Keke’s collar and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Get under the table, Keke.” I dragged her down before she could respond, but it didn’t take much coaxing at all. She knelt and ducked her head beneath the tablecloth, situating herself between my legs.

I took another drink of wine, holding tight to Keke’s leash. I felt her hands rub the insides of my thighs and had to suppress a groan. Dexterous fingers loosened the button on my slacks, then lowered the zipper. She knew exactly what I wanted. What a good girl.

She reached between the opening of my boxers and freed my throbbing erection. When I felt her tongue against the head of my shaft, I gasped inside my glass. I’d craved their mouths, hands, and bodies all damn day. Finally feeling her mouth’s slow descent around me was like coming up for air.

While Keke expertly sucked and tongued my cock, I set the wine down, reached into my [Cat Pack], and retrieved the bag with Cannoli’s glass dildo alongside a second leash.

“Ceres, come here,” I beckoned.

“Yes, my lord,” Ceres said, inching closer, squeezing Cannoli between us. Her eyes were starved, and her cheeks a dark red. She was mine to command.

I reached across Cannoli, attached the leash to Ceres’s collar, then handed her the bag. “This belongs to Cannoli. Think you can give it to her?”

Cannoli hummed a sound that balanced on concern and excitement.

I heard Keke gasp for air as she worked to take me deeper. The wet sounds of her attempts followed, and I shivered. Fuck, that’s so good, Keke.

Ceres opened the bag. Her lips formed into an adorable ‘O.’ “I should…join Keke, then, my lord?”

“I think that would be best, yeah.” I tugged on Ceres’s collar until she maneuvered to her knees. I passed the end of the leash to Cannoli as Ceres disappeared under the table. “Here, Cannoli. You’ll need this.”

“W-what?” Cannoli squeaked. She accepted the leash, then looked down as the tablecloth rustled in her lap. “C-Ceres…? O-oh!” Cannoli bent forward, covering her mouth with one hand and tightly gripping the leash in the other. Ceres’s face appeared from beneath the tablecloth, her white teeth around Cannoli’s bullet. I had to admit, I was impressed. I chuckled as I took it from her, adding it to the [Cat Pack] as Ceres vanished once again behind the cloth.

Keke hummed, rolling the flat of her tongue against my shaft. Her mouth was a million degrees, and she knew just where to tease me. I reached under the table and stroked her head.

“A-hah…hmn…mnh!” A small twitch in Cannoli’s shoulders and back accompanied each one of the sounds that escaped her. It made it perfectly clear when Ceres was pushing the glass dildo just a bit farther, when Cannoli accepted just a little bit more.

My nails bit into Keke’s scalp, and I urged her down. Her strained hum was like a shot of whisky through my veins, but I kept pushing until I felt the back of her throat. I held her there, living for her labored breaths. Cannoli’s clipped moans and squeals blended well with the soft, wet sounds of Keke’s mouth. After another sip of wine, I sighed in contentment and loosened my grip on Keke’s head.

I looked at Ravyn and smiled. “What’d you buy at the sex shop, Ravyn?”

No fight, no objection. Instead, Ravyn slid closer to me in silence, taking Keke’s seat. Her hand quivered as she reached into her [Cat Pack] and pulled out another black bag. This one was a whole lot bigger than Cannoli’s.

I checked to ensure Aimee was still out of sight, then slid the glass dildo free from its bag. Unlike Cannoli’s, this one had a rubber attachment on its base. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the rubber was for.

“Good thing you didn’t wear underwear.” I chuckled.

“Baka.” Ravyn narrowed her eyes and took a drink of wine.

“Keep talking back, and I’ll stop.”

Ravyn chewed her lip and looked away.

“I need your vibrator back.” I reached beneath the table and yanked her knee to the side.

Ravyn leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and slowly exhaled as I reached between her thighs. Her skin was soaking wet. It was honestly a miracle that her dress still looked dry. As I slid my fingers inside of her to pull the bullet free, she opened her legs a little wider. She tipped her head my way and peeked at me through heavy lids. I caught the inferno inside her gaze and nearly tipped over the edge.

Keke was not making this any easier. Her movements grew more eager by the second.

“Stand up,” I whispered to Ravyn, tossing the bullet back inside my [Cat Pack].

Ravyn huffed a breath and stood. Even if her dress was dry, her desire had dampened the chair beneath her, which made for an excellent target to set the rubber against.

“Now you can sit.” I held the base of her toy in my grip and nodded toward it.

“Matt—”

“Sit.”

Ravyn’s eyes widened a fraction, and her tail twitched to the side. She bent forward, impressively maintaining the appearance to onlookers that she was just fixing her dress. She held my shoulder to steady herself, and I lined the glass head to her pussy.

Ravyn inched backward, and I watched as the head disappeared inside of her.  

“Saoirse’s tits,” she whimpered, then snatched my glass of wine and drained it.

The glass stretched her wide as she lowered herself a little more. I couldn’t take my eyes away.

Ravyn wriggled her hips and took more of the dildo inside of her. I let go of her toy and found that the rubber did its job, sticking like glue to the chair.

Cannoli leaned back, her heated expression a kind of blissful reverence. The tablecloth was pushed back just far enough that the O-ring of Ceres’s collar was visible with the leash in one of Cannoli’s hands, and she massaged Ceres’s ear with the other. Cannoli’s twitches continued, her thigh trembling against mine.

Keke took me down her throat on her own this time. I lurched forward but held back my cry at the last second. We couldn’t make a scene. No one could know. My heart hammered in my ears, and my breathing raced.

Ravyn sank down, flush with the seat, and grabbed my hand, squeezing it like a vice.

“It’s…bigger…than I thought,” Ravyn whispered.

“But you’re taking it all,” I growled.

“Mhm,” Ravyn whimpered, rocking her hips forward.

I memorized every sound, sensation, and sight. The air felt cloying with our searing skin and quick breaths, and the scent of sex was hardly masked by their perfume.

“Oh, I see we’re missing two of you,” Aimee said, suddenly appearing at our table. “Would you like to wait to order?”

I snapped to attention. Cannoli threw the tablecloth over Ceres’s head. Ravyn squeezed my hand harder.

“Yeah. Let’s, ah, get another bottle of this,” I said, gesturing at the red wine we’d already killed off. Honestly, I deserved an Oscar for that line. Aimee bowed and wandered away to fetch a new bottle without so much as a curious glance.

Keke suddenly sped her rhythm, gliding her tongue from base to tip in the way she knew would drive me insane. My breath hitched in my throat, and I reached under the table to grab Keke’s head.

“S-shit. Keke!” I hissed.

But she wasn’t slowing down.

“C-Ceres, I think I— I—!” Cannoli covered her mouth with both hands and squeezed her eyes closed. Her ears flattened against her head, and her back arched against the seat. Shreds of her squeals slipped between the cracks of her fingers.

Beside me, Ravyn moaned.

And Keke worked me with torturous speed.  

Bright white lights flooded my vision. I bent my head forward as my climax hit me like a truck. Keke encompassed my cock in her mouth and throat, greedily swallowing every drop. Cannoli’s hips rolled forward, and a thin sheen of sweat glistened against the strip of skin on Ravyn’s chest. I watched it all through a haze of ecstasy, squeezing Ravyn’s hand and petting Cannoli’s hair.

“Ah!” Keke cried a short sound of surprise, releasing me from her mouth. The leash in Cannoli’s lap slid out of view, the rings on Ceres’s collar jingling as she moved. I released Ravyn’s hand and Cannoli’s head to zip up my slacks as I felt Keke move away from between my legs.

When I raised the tablecloth to see what had happened, I found Ceres in Keke’s lap.

Ceres tangled her fingers in Keke’s hair and murmured, “Let me taste him.” Then she plunged her tongue down Keke’s throat.

“Here we are,” Aimee said.

I dropped the tablecloth and looked up at Aimee, which was a feat in itself.

“My lady, would you like to sample this bottle as well?” Aimee asked Ravyn.

Ravyn looked at me in panic.

I smiled. “I think you should.”

Panic quickly turned to rage.

Aimee poured a small amount into Ravyn’s glass. As she did so, I reached around Ravyn and pinched her ass. She jerked forward in surprise—the desired effect—shifting the dildo inside of her. Ravyn hid a gasp behind her hand, then snatched the wine glass from Aimee and downed it.

“It’s fine,” Ravyn breathed. She cleared her throat and forced her gaze to Aimee. “Just great. Thanks.”

“Very well. I’ll return in a bit.” Aimee nodded and tipped her head. She was starting to think something was up. But she still let us be.

“Good job,” I whispered to Ravyn.

Ravyn grabbed my forearm and rocked her hips against the dildo.

Cannoli lifted the tablecloth. I followed suit, and we were rewarded with quite a show.

Keke grabbed Ceres’s shoulders and twisted, bringing Ceres to the floor. Ceres gasped as Keke slid her legs free and repositioned them to straddle Ceres’s face. Ceres wrapped her hands around Keke’s thighs, then lifted her head and set to work.

Cannoli’s breathing sped. I caught her hand slipping beneath the ruffles of her dress. Her twitches returned, and her elbow bumped against my leg as she pumped herself with her toy.

Keke bent forward, tugged Ceres’s dress up to her hips, and lapped Ceres’s clit with her tongue. Their tails twined together at my feet, and their soft moans riled me up a second time.

“Matt,” Ravyn whimpered, moving her hand from my forearm to my shoulder. “I’m so close.”

I snatched the still-vibrating bullet from my [Cat Pack] and reached between Ravyn’s legs. I positioned one tip against the glass dildo and the other against her clit. Ravyn gasped. She raised herself a few inches on trembling knees, then let gravity pull her back down. Curling her tail around my back, she repeated the motion. I let the tablecloth fall and brushed my fingers through her tail while she continued.

There wasn’t a nerve on Ravyn’s body that wasn’t shaking. Desperation soaked her expression, and desire slicked her toy. Its entrance and exit were audible, and I watched as her movements grew frenzied.

“Come, Ravyn,” I urged.

“Ngh—!” Ravyn covered her mouth and slammed her hips down over the dildo. Her thighs fluttered with her convulsions, and her tail twitched in my grip. She sucked in air between her teeth and covered her face with both hands.

I let go of her tail and forced her wrists down. “No. Let me see.”

Ravyn glared up at me and worked to keep her eyes open. What I found there was burning and carnal. She gritted her teeth as I rubbed the vibrator over her clit.

“Fuck,” she cursed softly with a shiver.

“Very good.” I kissed her hand and grinned.

“O-oh…” Cannoli moaned beside me, catching my attention. She was still watching the show beneath the table. She moved her arm faster, and her knee pressed into my thigh—she was trying to spread her legs wider.

I dropped Ravyn’s hands and threw the vibrator into my [Cat Pack]. Ravyn rested her arms on the table and leaned over them, fighting for breath as I lifted the tablecloth.

Keke had wrapped her arms around Ceres’s thighs, holding them apart while she buried her tongue inside of Ceres’s cunt.

Ceres squirmed beneath her. Most of her face was obscured beneath Keke, but I caught her eyes rolling back.

“Ravyn, pour us some wine,” I said. “Leave your toy where it is.”

Ravyn nodded, pushing herself up and carefully reaching forward for the wine. She caught her breath as she slid higher on the dildo and her shaking nails clinked against the bottle. But she managed to retrieve it—sitting back with a nearly imperceptible whimper—and refilled my glass, then hers and Cannoli’s.

I took a drink and returned my attention to Keke and Ceres. Keke alternated back and forth, lapping at Ceres’s clit before driving her tongue inside of her. If there were a Class that excelled in tongue dexterity, Keke would be a master.

Ceres moaned. She shifted her grip to Keke’s ass and pulled, bringing Keke’s hips down lower.

A shudder rolled down Keke’s spine. Keke arched her back and raised her head, eyes rolling back. “C-Ceres— Mhn!”

A short, triumphant hum came from Ceres’s side of the table, followed by more wet laps of her tongue.

Cannoli gripped my thigh and leaned her head against my shoulder. Her rhythm was erratic, and her eyes were wide, locked on the two women beneath the table.

“On the edge again?” I whispered to Cannoli.

“M…Mhm!” Cannoli managed.

I wrapped one arm around Cannoli’s waist, then journeyed beneath the lace of her dress. I found her small, shivering hand, hot and sticky with her efforts, and covered it with my own.

“Let me help you.” I gripped the dildo’s edge, then set an even rhythm, pumping it in and out of her with ease.

“That’s so good,” Cannoli whispered, turning her face into my chest. She raised her knees and wriggled her hips.

“Hold up the tablecloth,” I said.

Cannoli released my thigh and bunched the tablecloth in one hand, raising it enough for us to watch.

Keke had moved upward to straddle Ceres’s chest, pinning Ceres’s arms with her shins, but her mouth was still between Ceres’s legs. She slowly dipped her fingers inside of Ceres’s slit while sucking on her clit.

Ceres writhed beneath her, her mouth open with silent cries.  

“Y-yes…” Cannoli whimpered. “Yes!”

Low moans tore from Ceres’s throat just as Cannoli melted into convulsions beside me.

Cannoli’s wrist was limp, but I kept her hand there while I thrust the dildo into her depths. Let her feel exactly how I moved it. She squirmed and squealed into my chest, but I held her steady, fucking her hard with the toy. When her breathing began to even out, I slowed, still holding her close to me.

Keke slipped away from Ceres and emerged at the table on the other side of Ravyn. Keke licked her glistening lips, then unhooked her leash as I withdrew the toy from Cannoli.

“You can put your toy back, too,” I said to a still-quivering Ravyn.

“Mm,” Ravyn grumbled.

Ceres appeared on the other side of Cannoli, her face flushed and her white scarf disheveled. She removed the leash and straightened out her dress and scarf. Ravyn slowly rose to her feet, wincing as she freed herself from the dildo.

I turned off all of their vibrators, and the tension that remained between the four of them collapsed. Keke and Ceres passed me the leashes, and I packed them away with Cannoli’s toy.

“Oh, great! We’re all here!” Aimee said. “What would you like to order?”

I honestly couldn’t remember what any of us said. Judging by the looks on their faces, they had no idea, either. I leaned back in my seat and drank more wine, enjoying the mixture of disbelief and satisfaction on their faces.

“Well, I don’t hate shopping day anymore,” I announced. “In fact, I’d be down for these more often.”

Ravyn reached up and tangled her fingers in my hair.

“Ow! Hey—”

She yanked my ear down to her lips. “This isn’t over, Matt.”