The decision was pretty clear. You couldn't just stay here and wait.

You really had to go look for civilization.

There was a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you that maybe, just maybe, there was none to be found, but you squashed it. There was little sense in taking things in that direction; it wasn't as if you had any better odds of staying alive here than if you began moving. Especially when you were growing increasingly short on resources.

You were not sure exactly why it was that your mind so loudly repeated to you what you already had as your primary and main goal, but... Well, it was nice to be reminded about it. That meant other things, cat-lady things, had to be dealt with, organised, moved about. Looking at the pouting cat-lady, you made big obvious gestures for her to come over.

She pouted harder and turned to look away much more indignantly than the first time.

"Come on... come?" You spoke, to which she didn't even respond- of course she wouldn't, did she even know English? "How long until the carrier is done?" You asked muscle-glasses, what was his name!? You were so sure you knew it too, gah.

"Not long," he replied.

"Good." With a nod and a frown, you decided to use this bout of motivation to find civilization to skip a second or two to make a choice and instead began stomping your way towards the cat-lady. If you were going to move, you were going to need her to come along.

Her ears turned to pick up the sound of your feet; the flick of her ear acknowledged your presence but didn’t turn. Her tail became completely still, attentive regardless.

"Hey," you called out with a neutral tone, taking out a chocolate bar, the sound of the wrapper earning her looking at you through the corner of her eye, barely turning her head in your direction.

A part of you knew this had some risks, but you had come to comprehend that so long as she wasn't losing face and it was at least tangentially related to sex, she'd be far more accepting about whatever it was you did to or with her. It was rough on your nerves that's for sure, but doubly so when it could compound. You wanted to show confidence to make certain the message came across, so being nervous made it easier to be even more nervous.

Taking a bite of the bar, you leaned down and kissed her.

The gesture caught her by surprise, probably not expecting it- or maybe she'd never even experienced it? You weren't sure, only that she froze as you did this, lips parting easily and accepting the piece of chocolate, her tongue lashed at it, at your lips. Your cheeks were glowing slightly as you heard a holler from Katherine in the background, and promptly ignored her in favour of focusing your attention on the cat-woman and on ignoring the taste she had in favour of the chocolate you were providing.

After a second or three, you pulled back, and her mouth closed with a plop, licking her lips, chewing the chocolate with an absent look in her eyes that lasted only until she swallowed it in a loud gulp. She looked back up at you and smacked her lips, licking them slowly again, the gesture seeming more curious than sensual. Her hand reached to her mouth, touching it, staining the fur with some of the bits of the chocolate; she licked it off without a second thought, appearing pleased.

"We need to move." You raised the chocolate bar and showed it to her, taking a step back and prompting her to stand up. "Will you come?"

Her eyes wandered from the chocolate bar to your mouth, and back. She smacked her lips again, absently looking at you as if pondering something. Then, she stood up and grabbed the sides of your head with the soft pads of her paw-hands before pulling you into another kiss. It was sloppy, with a little chocolate to save you from the rancid taste of her previous meals- you were definitely going to eat a pack of mentos after this.

But damn if her clumsy enthusiasm didn't make it very very hard to keep from reciprocating.

"Purrsian." She seemed satisfied with the look on your face, her smile a cattish one. You didn't realize she'd snagged the candy-bar from your hand up until she'd plopped it into her mouth wrapper and all.

The look of smugness vanished, a gagging coughing sound as she hissed and spit out the chocolate wrapper. She looked betrayed at the thing and then at you. A loud snort followed as she leaned down to pick up the wrapper, sniff it, and begin to gingerly lick it. You had a thought to take the wrapper from her paw, but you weren't feeling particularly suicidal, so you stomped on that thought mercilessly.

"We leaving now?" Katherine asked, helping her now-thankfully dressed grandfather to stand.

"Yes," you declared, looking towards muscle-glasses (you made a mental note you'd ask him his name in some discreet way later), Alice, and May. They had made a sort of stretcher but apparently meant to be dragged rather than carried on both ends at the same time.

"If you put me on that thing, it will be after I've half beaten you to death," Mr. Gabriel proclaimed proudly. To which you couldn't bring yourself to reply- you'd force him there yourself if he slowed you too much, having one problem that could get you killed was enough. Until then you'd let him keep his sense of pride.

"The others went that way," Alice pointed in the exact direction opposite from where you'd last heard May's brother screaming from. Made sense. But you had to wonder if that was the best option- not that you had that much information to go on.

Silently you began to chew on a mint candy now while the feline was occupied with the wrapper. "Ok, ok, just stop for a minute," you muttered, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "I don't think we should head south."

"What?" It was a statement made in unison by everyone else.

"I've been thinking about it," you muttered. "She came from the east." You pointed towards the cat-lady who was currently standing on the sideline and watching curiously, licking, chewing, and spitting bits of the wrapper. "If she came from the east, then there must have been water in that direction."

Unless the entirety of her water needs came from the... meat she ate. You didn't want to think about that for too long.

"...where there's water there's better chances of civilization." Gabriel frowned with half a nod, but clearly looking displeased. "But we agreed to meet up with them."

"It's not like we're going in the opposite direction," you replied. "If we don't find a river to follow or signs that could lead towards civilization, then we head south and follow them. If we find civilization we can ask for help to rescue them as well."

They looked amongst each other, seeming troubled, but there was a slow nod amongst them. "I don't like it, but... I don't think we have any clue at all about what's south of here," Alice spoke with a half-hearted nod.

"Show of hands?" You spoke, raising your own. Much to your surprise cat-lady mimicked the gesture, tilting her head a little.

"If she's in I'm in," Katherine giggled, raising her own hand. Then came Mr. Gabriel, Alice, muscle-glasses, and lastly May.

You sighed in relief, lowering your arm and scratching the back of your head. "With that out of the way, there's one more thing before we start walking." You turned towards the cat-lady. "What's your name?"

She tilted her head as you spoke. "Purrsian?"

"I am not going to call her that," Katherine whispered under her voice.

You took a deep breath, reaching out towards her paw-hand but not grabbing it. She hesitated, not appearing very clear on what you wanted to do, but placed it in your hold.

"Rick," you said, pressing her paw against your chest, then moving it to the old man. "Gabriel." Then Ms. Smith. "Alice."

"Kat," Katherine spoke up, perking up at the touch of the paw with an eager smile.

"May," you add when pointing at the younger girl. "And, uh..." You paused a second, looking at muscle-glasses. The look the young man gave you came with a heavy unspoken 'really!?'.

"Tomas," he said, glaring at you.

Then you moved the paw to her own chest.

"Purrsian?" She said, tilting her head, then reaching to your chest. "Purrsian," she intoned. "Purrsian." She added touching Gabriel's chest. "Purrsian, Purrsian, Purrsian, Purrsian?" She said with each one.

"I am not calling her Purrsian," Kat hissed once more.

"What do you think?" Alice asked you. "She seems to like you the most."

"Hm..." You muttered under your breath. "How about Monica?" You turned towards the feline-woman, using her paw to touch your chest. "Rick." Then you move it to her chest. "Monica."

"Meownica," the cat-lady said, perking up. Visibly happy about it, her mouth moved, lips twisting as she tried the word. "Meownica!"

And everyone gawked.

"Did she...?" Kat blinked.

"I think she can learn how to speak normally," Tomas said, appearing the most aghast of the group. "Maybe she just never-"

"Well, it's settled, Monica, that's the name. Let's go," you interrupted Tomas.

You didn't want him finishing that thought out loud. If Monica could learn words, the fact that she hadn't could very well be a sign that she hadn't come in contact with any forms of civilization.

The thought was pushed aside.

Time to walk.

Heading eastwards had been a relatively easy task. Nothing but forest, with not much in the sense of things that would make you jump and shit your pants in fear.

Better even, nothing to make you want to run for your life screaming.

Well, only if you ignored Monica.

The naked feline woman was currently happily biting down on the leg she’d taken from one of the corpses once she realized you were leaving. You ignored the... sounds. The monster-lady hadn’t needed any sort of explanation regarding their intent and had merely draped a corpse and a half over her shoulder before leisurely walking in front of the group with a proud swaying gait.

The unnerving sight of the headless corpse being carried like a sack of potatoes had been the source of uncomfortable silence for quite a while now. No one dared look at it, nor the feline, gazes lowered. There was the feeling of oppression, and the definite thought that being with Monica was wholly, entirely, a potential one-way ticket to joining the pile of bodies.

You felt that maybe it’d be best to break the quiet. “So…” You briefly cleared your throat.. “Am I the only one who can’t quite make sense of this?” A quick pause. “I mean besides… you know,” you quickly added, trying to ignore the way Monica's hips swayed or how she looked over her shoulder towards your group and her smile would grow more and more every time.

“You mean how she can say two words now?” Alice offered, flushed and pointedly looking elsewhere that wasn’t the leading feline’s derriere. “But only exclusively two words?”

“Yes, that,” you muttered, scratching your head at the conundrum. “If I wasn’t so sure she’s not pretending, I’d have thought she was fucking with us.”

“But she is! So far she’s gotten you and gramps.” Katherine forced the giggle. “Wonder how long it’ll be before she jumps muscle-glasses.”

“It’s Tomas,” muscle-glasses spoke with a grumble.

“You’re ripped and cute, I’ll ask for your name when we both wake up naked in the same bed.” She shot a wink at him.

“Katherine!” Gabriel growled.

“Young lady!” Alice balked.

“...!!” Muscle-glasses blushed and shrank into himself, looking the other way.

Kat for her part looked about as catty as Monica up ahead. “Oh come on! You had a roll with the cat-lady, right? How can you still be blushing like a virgin?” Tomas only became quieter, his face redder.

For your part, though you appreciated the banter, your focus was elsewhere. The forest was quiet in an unnerving sort of way, as if there just wasn’t any life left in it to make any sound with. The back of your mind was telling you that it was dangerous, and that you should be far more alert.

AWOOOOOO!

The howl startled you- it sounded far, but it was loud enough to be clearly heard. Your head whipped in its direction and warily eyed Monica through the corner of your eye. The feline had also turned in the direction, ears perked and eyes narrowed. The feline made a snorting annoyed sound, inhaling deeply.

ROOOAAAARRR

The sound knocked and rattled your head around like a ping-pong-ball. Your ears were ringing, and you had to take a step back, stunned, blinking, and entirely unsure what had just happened. You watched Monica snort again, lick her lips, shrug, and continue walking in the same direction she'd been following thus far.

“Th-th-that…” Tomas stuttered something, becoming pale once everyone had regained their sense of hearing.

You glanced at him with a slight moment of wariness. “What is it?”

“The howling came from the south,” he muttered.

Immediately you’d begun exchanging complicated looks between each other, all too aware that this was the direction the others had taken. There was very suddenly little doubt that the howling was almost assuredly related to the other group. “If they’re being attacked by wolves, they won’t stand a chance without Monica,” Gabriel spoke solemnly.

“If… if the wolves are monsters like Monica…” Kat’s words hung in the air, a sense of dread pervading the group.

“I don’t think we should go there.” Tomas muttered, looking downwards. “If they’re wolf monsters… even with Monica…”

The eyes turned towards you and you gulped. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because we're mostly sure that if you start walking towards the sound, then Monica will follow,” Katherine said matter-of-factly. “She doesn’t want to lose her favourite dildo!”

The young woman broke into a fit of nervous giggling that cracked a smirk even on Mr. Gabriel’s otherwise stoic expression, the sound alleviating the tension a bit. Monica herself looked over her shoulder and gave a half smile followed by a yowling sound, the sway of her hips and the swing of her tail becoming more pronounced once she confirmed you’d been looking her way.

"Even with Monica, if it's more than one monster we'd be in trouble since one could keep her busy and the other come after one of us," you nodded along, feeling a sense of weight in your chest.

As much as you regretted not being able to help, you were all too aware that you were in no position to boast of having any power to actually try.

"Wolves never howl if they're alone," May muttered in agreement; a collective nod was given.

The uncomfortable silence returned.

Everyone present knew what was likely happening over at the other group, and a sense of shame and guilt pervaded past the relief of not being put into a life or death situation. The footfalls were feeling heavier.

The sun had reached past its summit and was now very slowly starting to head towards the horizon. "Look," Alice quietly nudged your shoulder, and you turned your head to look towards the left.

You blinked as you saw a tree with its bark stripped away, deep claw marks all over the bare area. As soon as you notice this you also begin to spot those same markings in several other trees, and though for a brief instant you worry... It took you a second to piece it together, and you realized they'd been done by Monica.

It seemed you were entering her territory. You wondered how safe it was- were there less monsters here? Or would she have somehow gathered some she'd considered likeable? You could only wonder how a woman as lustful as her had passed the time before your group had appeared besides hunting for food.

The number of markings on the trees appeared to increase the further ahead you went, and the further you went, the happier Monica appeared to be. The silence of the forest was slowly breaking by a sound you could barely register; you had to take a moment to stop and listen to realize it was the sound of squeaking and sobs.

The others noticed this as well, and you glanced at one another with a slight silent worry.

Eventually, the flatland of the forest took an abrupt upwards incline that was rather quick to leave Mr. Gabriel out of breath even as you'd barely gone more than a couple dozen meters. "Meownica!" The feline called out while dropping the corpse and vanishing through the foliage.

As soon as she did this, the squeaking sobs changed from an almost rhythmic sound to a shrill scream that only grew louder and more terrified. Something kicked in at the back of your head and you ran ahead of the others, climbing further up the steep hill and finding that the corpse had been dropped at the entrance of a naturally forming small cavern of sorts.

It was not deep enough for the insides to be hidden in darkness, so it was easy for you to see the one doing the sound.

It was another of the animal women.

She was small, mousey in more ways than just her barely a meter thirty stature, and she looked just shy of being dead. Her whole body was covered with dirt, bruises, and half-closed lacerations, some of the ones that were better healed being purple in colouration; she was missing a couple of her front teeth, one of her mousy round ears gone while the other that poked above her head looked chewed up. Her body was covered in a light gray fur wherever there weren't scars, but large swathes were missing and her pronounced face that looked like some odd mix between a face and a muzzle was currently split open as she screamed for her life.

The reason was simple; she was being dragged towards the cave entrance by Monica from her mouse-like tail. It was now that you noticed both her legs seemed broken as well, the bones looking like they had odd angles on them.

"Purrsian." Monica cheerily dropped the monster-woman in front of you, grinning from ear to ear as the poor creature became so tense she froze solid, eyes wide, only just narrowly looking at you from the corner of her eyes but definitely not taking Monica out of her sight.

One part of you, a huge part, was horrified at the state the mouse was in, at the realization of what Monica had done to this poor creature, and for God only knew how long. Many many questions bubbled from within you at the mere sight of the poor small girl. Just what sort of life did these monsters have in the wilds? Why had all the ones you'd met thus far looked female with extra parts?

But all that was pushed back when Monica kept looking at you with those pure emerald eyes. She'd done this because she didn't know better, hadn't she? You took a moment to look at the creature that had clearly been her plaything, suppressing the shudder. Broken legs... so she couldn't run away. You could imagine that each time she'd tried to run, Monica would've hunted her and brought her back with more wounds.

It was... You paused. The randiness. You wanted to groan. Monica had sexual urges and up until you came along, she clearly had never found a partner who'd willingly stay with her. "Yes Monica, well done," you spoke with a weak stomach and a slightly forced smile.

Well, at least you were sure now, Monica would be less likely to eat you if you kept her orgasm quota going. What a weird and nerve-wracking thought. No, it was time to be practical, no sense in dwelling on the queasiness.

You reached into your pocket and took out one of the chocolate bars, splitting it and offering a piece. Monica beamed and leaned forwards, lips wrapping around your fingers as she suckled on them for quite longer than she would've needed. "Meownica~," she huskily whispered, touching her chest, groping it with half a moan before releasing your fingers with a wet pop, and then touching yours. "Purrsian~." ...you'd have to look deeper into the whole 'only two words' later.

Splitting off another piece for her, you gave a slight reassuring smile. "Yes, yes, Monica and Rick." You turned your attention towards the mouse. A deep wave of grief and pity washed over you.

Carefully, slowly, you reach to touch the diminutive mouse-woman's head. She flinched and barely made a peep of a sound, becoming incredibly more tense than a moment ago. "There there," you muttered, crouching next to her to take a closer look at her condition, but opting to focus to calm her down first. Placing the chocolate relatively in front of her face, you waited her out. Tension bled ever so slightly into curiosity after almost a minute of sniffing at it. By now you had heard the silent gasps of the others at the sight of the mouse-woman, but you ignored them.

Another minute passed, her snout/mouth twitching at the thing, always eyeing Monica as the feline happily focused on her own meal.

Another minute, and her tiny hands grasped the chocolate and put it into her mouth so fast you couldn't have stopped her had you tried. A squeak followed tears streaming down the girl's cheeks while she covered her mouth, eating the chocolate, chewing and swallowing in desperate speed. It was a stream of squeaking sounds as she sobbed, closing her eyes and curling up tightly, shuddering for well over a minute before she became deathly still and quiet. She slumped to the side, unmoving.

You felt a moment of panic before noticing the slow movement of her chest at her slight breathing. How exhausted had she been?

Now seemed as good a time as any to inspect her more closely. You were surprised she was still alive. Besides the wounds, her body showed signs of dehydration and starvation, she was very thin, and her fur was falling down in clumps. Both her legs had been snapped cleanly; it was done so perfectly you could only explain it as having been Monica specifically preventing her escape. Which made sense in a sombering way if she wanted to ensure she had someone to fuck whenever she felt like doing so.

Your eyes raised from the girl to look at Monica; the feline had plopped herself down into sitting cross-legged and watching you curiously, biting down on the human thigh she'd brought along as food. "Is she...?" Alice spoke up now that you'd stopped your inspection, looking very pale.

"Exhausted, starved, it's a miracle she's alive at all," you muttered.

"These ladies seem far sturdier than they look," Mr. Gabriel spoke with a serious expression. "Makes you wonder what kind of place we've ended up at."

You could only nod before glancing behind you towards the trees. The incline was undoubtedly moving all of you higher up, but you'd yet to get up enough to be able to see past the tree-line. Would the hill go that far above? There was also the question about water- since this seemed to be Monica's lair, then you had high hopes there should be a source of water somewhere nearby... How you'd find it was another thing entirely. And that wasn't considering that the mouse-girl was clearly not doing too well, there were a couple of wounds still open even if not bleeding. Should you even consider attempting to give a treatment?

"Any of you think you can deal with her wounds? I'm going to have to head out with Monica," you declared with a voice that sounded more tired than you'd expected.

Mr. Gabriel nodded. "I'm no expert, but we only have medicinal alcohol to disinfect things; that much I can handle."

"Good, thanks," you nodded with half a sigh of relief.

"What else can we do?" Muscle-glasses, erm, Tomas, spoke out in hesitation, there was a look in his eyes that felt... desperate like he couldn't stand the idea of just being there doing nothing.

"Then you could look for some firewood," you declared, scratching your head. "This area seems to be Monica's territory, so there shouldn't be dangers, but... still, be careful."

"Yes," he spoke with a slight hope in his voice.

"You should prepare camp." You glanced towards Alice whilst May remained quietly at her side. "We can't all be split up, and by the looks of things it'll be getting dark soon."

"We're low on food." Alice gave you a warning look. "We have only one whole meal's worth left for each of us."

Your eyes glanced at the corpse Monica had brought along, and you felt yourself going greener, your stomach revolting at the thought. No, definitely not that. "If anyone finds any... other... food, bring it."

"I'll go with Mr great-abs," Kat spoke out. "I'll keep an eye out for vegetarian diet foods, though I think the slab of meat I'll bring along will have all my attention."

Her smirk was honest, her smile filled with mirth, and the laughter at the abruptly blushing Tomas very enthusiastic. "I'll look for water with Monica," you proclaimed.

"Oh, if that's the case." Alice opened her bag and handed you over three empty two-litre bottles.

Thanking her, you stretched and stood up while Mr. Gabriel knelt beside the battered sleeping mouse. A silent curse escaped the old man's lips as he began looking her over carefully.

You turned towards Monica, watching the cross-legged feline being completely unabashed at her exposed sex and naked breasts, and completely uncaring of the blood and gore she was drenching on herself. Now... how were you going to do this?

Your brain churned for a moment, trying to figure out how you were going to do this. "Water," you said to her, and, obviously, she just tilted her head at you. Easiest option out of the window, time for take two. Leaning forwards, you stretched out your tongue to make a licking like motion as you turned downwards, as if an animal licking from a bowl- but you just needed a second to see the gleam in her eyes, and you knew that she absolutely did not take the gesture in the way you intended.

The obviousness of it being that she spread her legs, purring smugly as she presented her sex more eagerly. Kat chortled but kept quiet, apparently having read your thoughts.

"Water." You brought out the still half-full bottle, pouring some of it into your cupped hand and this time doing the licking motion albeit on to the little water there.

"Purrsian?" She put down the remains of the thigh, slightly confused. One more time.

"Water." The reiteration was spoken, drinking from the bottle a bit, then doing the gesture all over again.

"Purr..." She pouted, now clearly disappointed as she crossed her legs again. It took her a moment before she glanced away, looking somewhere towards the north. She huffed and stood up, and you could swear the look on her face could only be read as: 'Only because I want some too'.

With a massive pounce, she leapt down the hill, landing with the sort of grace gold-medal gymnasts would've killed to have. Then she looked up the hill at you, tail swishing impatiently. "You heard the lady," Kat giggled before taking Tomas' hand. "We'll go look for wood and berries, though I'm sure I can find all the wood I could need if I look in his-!"

"Katherine Roch Garcia, not one more word!" Mr. Gabriel snapped, glaring at her angrily.

"Eep, run!" She dragged the young man away into the forest. With this being the cue for you as well, you moved to get down the hill, following the path you'd taken to go up, finding Monica already having started to walk ahead a bit. You tried to catch up, but somehow found that the moment you started to walk a little bit faster so did she.

She shot you a hot look over her shoulder, bouncing her hips left and right in a taunting manner while her tail swished in very wide arcs. "Meownica," she purred the word with pride.

There was no way you would be able to catch up to her if both of you started running with everything you got. She definitely, positively, would run laps around you. Heck, you were certain you wouldn't catch up if she even ran at half of everything she had. Adding to this, the mid-day had been passed, and there were no roads or trails to follow. So instead you set out in a light jog.

At the first instant she'd thought you'd been about to break into a sprint and had done so herself. The distance very quickly grew, and you very nearly lost sight of her. But when she looked over her shoulder to see where you were at she stopped, pouted, and waited for you to get close.

Then she repeated the whole thing, three more times. By then she seemed to realize you weren't going to bite on that particular bait and huffed, turning away from you in indignation, slowing her steps.

That was when you slapped her ass as you passed by.

She yowled, springing three meters into the air, nay, rocketing high into the sky, and landed with an absolute look of stunned indignation and confusion the likes of which you'd never thought anyone would be able to display. Quickly she caught up with you with a half-glare, looking at you steadily as you kept your pace unconcerned. "Purrsian!" She proclaimed, trying to grab your attention, to no avail, you weren't going to stop. That was, until her paw-hand grasped your head, it was then that you couldn't really move any further. "Purrsian." She forced you to look her into her eyes, glowering at you for a long moment.

The sound made for a bone-chilling experience, you froze, head entirely in her grasp and unable to escape for the fraction of a second it took her before she released you. Leaning in to lick your cheek.

You felt like she'd just tried to scold you.

No, Rick, this was... 90% of this was attitude, you convinced yourself, forcing the fear down.

You stepped into her personal space and licked her face. Monica snorted loudly at that and looked at you with half incredulity, huffing loudly and then taking the lead again, walking ahead but well out of range of your reach. She kept your pace, but you could tell there was something in her mind because she kept looking at you and then ahead, her ears rotating every which way every handful of seconds.

Soon you could hear what her ears had been picking up: running water. Your pace rose at the slight excitement; you didn't notice how she slowed down until she was standing right next to you just as you'd reached the edge of what you could only categorize as a very small river or a big stream.

That was when her paw smacked you in the back.

You shrieked.

The next moment you were drenched, sitting in the middle of the crystal clear and freezing cold stream, the depth barely enough for the water to reach your chest. And Monica was just a couple steps away starting to laugh her ass off. "Purr Purr Purr," she kept saying while holding her sides, her melodious voice rising more and more with the laughter.

Fine, you conceded, she won the round, shuddering as you stepped out of the stream, considering the next steps to take before you headed back. The plan was simple, you were going to take off your clothes, get clean, maybe tease her while doing so... Maybe even tempt her into her trying the whole "getting clean with more than one's own tongue" thing.

There was just one problem.

You'd finished drinking some fresh cool crystalline water, removed the backpack, and were in the process of removing your drenched shirt when she'd tackled you back down, grinding her whole body against you, sealing your mouth with her own, pressing her hot pliant skin with unstoppable fervour.

But stop she had, because you began shouting. "Wait, wait, wait!" It was loud and incessant and clearly a sign you were not happy.

Monica growled at you, frowning, but pulling back once you'd managed to escape her kissing. The look she gave you was irritated and impatient. Rather than try to steer away from it, which you knew at this point was a lost cause, you instead hurried to remove the rest of your clothes so that at least they'd be drying off under what was left of the sun and away from the water.

The grouchiness was gone, and her eyes looked you over. "Purr." The look she gave you had changed to one of approval.

AAaa~aand right back to being tackled. Contrary to the myth of H2O and felines, it seemed Monica had little care about the water, all too focused on getting everything you could offer instead. You were happy to oblige (if carefully).

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