True to its name, Arid Zone A consists of a desert stretching far beyond eyesight. Canyons impose their size on every nearby animal and building. Cacti provide the only color of green around here; everything else is brown and red. Dark, cloudy skies threaten to rain from above. This is good fortune as the area only receives wet weather about three to five times per season. Many buckets are out in the open to receive the rain’s blessing. Whiskey is strolling through the town by himself. He looks everywhere with disappointment. They’re too short and shoddy for his liking. Every building looks like they were built with mud and clay. It's clear that the quality is lacking as he notices many cracks in the walls; it could fall apart at a moment’s notice. But sightseeing is not what he’s here for. What he needs is a phone booth. There's nobody around to ask where it’s, so he’s been wandering around. The boar receptionist at the hotel he was staying at gave him directions, but he wasn’t paying attention. Now he’s paying the price for not doing so. His pride prevents him from going back to ask again. Especially since he’s doing this while Vivi still sleeps in their room, unaware of his absence.

  “Finally.”

  Whiskey’s exploration pays off as he sees the only phone booth in town on the other side of the street. He jaywalks through the roads as there are no cars around. He opens the booth’s glass door and goes inside. The space is large enough that he doesn’t need to change his size to accommodate. He brings out a zebra-patterned coin purse; he previously gave this to Vivi back at Man Hat Tan. Its size has been reduced by half. He inserts four bronze coins into the telephone. He then proceeds to dial some numbers. The phone rings several times before someone answers.

  “This is the Tuxedo Estate. A world of black and white awaits your pleasure. State your business.” A dull male voice said.

  “Papa, this is Whiskey.”

  “Whiskey?! Where are you? Everyone thought you went on another bender. Are you hungover at Brook Lint again?”

  Whiskey froze. Even though he did a mental rehearsal over this conversation, this is still new territory. The wrong choice of words could have costly consequences… for Vivi.

  “I’m at Arid Zone A,” Whiskey replied.

  “The fuck are you doing west coast side?” Papa snorted.

  “I’m investigating something. Did you hear about what happened to Horace and Gigi?”

  “Yes. I didn’t read the report, but I remember it was about a doppelganger who tried to probe Horace. What about it?”

  Whiskey takes out the letter that fell from Vivi’s pocket at the street mall in Man Hat Tan. He skimmed through its contents and thought what he should say next. Sweat drips from his brow.

  “There’s someone else behind the doppelganger. I found a letter that implies it was a paid job.” Whiskey said.

  “That doesn’t make sense. Horace is an idiot with no access to sensitive information. You should give that letter to Tango and let him take over the investigation.” Papa sighed. “Foxtrot is on a business trip near your area if you want him to take over instead. We need you back here pronto-”

  “Look I-”

  “There is no look, you git. We’re speaking through telephones.”

  “…” Tears swell up in Whiskey’s eyes. “I’LL HANDLE THIS MYSELF! I AM SICK AND TIRED OF PATROLLING AROUND HQ ALL DAY LONG! I WANT A PROMOTION, DAMNIT!

  “You arrogant asshole. How dare you. If you become Victor, it will be because he becomes Uniform. You got that, you little shit?”

  “Fuck you! This was a waste of time!” Whiskey slams the phone into its holder.

  The zebra slumps to the floor with his arms wrapped around the knees. He’s thankful this place is a ghost town. Otherwise, he would be embarrassed at the sudden outburst he publicly displayed.

  “That went well…”

  Whiskey gets up and leaves the phone booth. He decides to head back to where he’s staying for tonight: the Deep Valley Hotel. A drizzling drop of water lands on his forehead; the weather is bound for heavy rain tonight. A few animals are now driving around on a last-minute errand before the rain starts. The scarcity of citizens here is the only factor Whiskey enjoys in this town. Man Hat Tan was always bustling with never-ending traffic. Animals constantly nag him for something minor. It felt nice, but he always felt there was more that could be accomplished if he was given the chance. This opportunity is his time to prove it. He shall not let it slip away from his grasp.

  “Excuse me, sir. Alms for the poor?” A scraggly male rabbit called out next to a dumpster reeking of rotten eggs.

  “Here. This should be enough for a cheap motel room tonight.” Whiskey gives eight bronze coins to the rabbit’s hand.

  “Thank you, kind sir, but… no hotel would ever service me given my… appearance…”

  “Hmm…”

  Whiskey removes his tuxedo jacket and drapes it over the rabbit’s back. The jacket completely overshadows the size of the rabbit. Now jacketless, it’s easy to see that this man is large and muscular. His stature intimidated the poor beggar, but the jacket’s velvety texture calmed him down. He only expected a few coins at best.

  “Oh sir, you don’t need to go this far.” The rabbit got teary-eyed.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It’s up to you if you want to keep this or sell it off. This piece of cloth is guaranteed to be worth a few gold coins. Do you need help getting to a nearby pawn shop?”

  “N-no! No…! No… you’re much too kind sir. I can take care of myself. May you have a blessed day.” The rabbit bows before walking away.

  Whiskey waved goodbye to the rabbit, watching until he disappeared from his eyesight. He looked around him to see if there was anybody else around. After confirming his loneliness, black tendrils sprout from the black of his waistcoat. The tendrils weave a new tuxedo jacket over Whiskey’s body. He stayed still until the tendrils finished their replication. It’s a perfect copy of what was given to the beggar. Satisfied, Whiskey continues his path to the Deep Valley Hotel. The traffic lights are on now, emitting a warm white hue to guide his way. Many of the lights are buzzing loudly in the zebra’s ear. Yet another reason why Man Hat Tan is better than Arid Zone A.

  “I hope we can leave this cursed place tomorrow.” Whiskey grumbled.

  Within sight of the Deep Valley Hotel, the building looks impressive compared to the rest of the town. It's four floors high, accompanied by a garden on its rooftop with a bar lounge. Despite the rain’s imminent arrival, patrons are drinking up top, including Vivi. Her attire is in blue denim overalls this time. Blue fishnets run up her legs between her shorts and blue boots. A gold belt buckle keeps the denim overall together, with a gold zipper running up her vest. Lastly, she's still wearing the same pair of gloves from Man Hat Tan. Whiskey can see her enjoying herself from a far distance.

  “Cute as usual~, wait… what the hell?”

  His nerves became tense as he saw a male beaver approach her. Whiskey can't read lips, but he can discern that the beaver is giving a few coins –perhaps silver? – to Vivi. After the exchange, the two pose together as the beaver shoots a selfie from his phone. He bows happily before taking his leave. Soon after, a pig approaches Vivi, and the same exchange happens.

  “Oh hell no.”

  Whiskey runs through the entrance door. The interior is clean, with a white tile set and wooden furniture. A cafe in the corner offers a variety of meals depending on the time of day. Their menu's current special is steak and eggs. A meal Whiskey cannot consume. Running through the door freaked out the boar receptionist at the oak desk. They were too stunned to say anything; they could only wave hello to welcome back their patron. Whiskey waves a quick hello at the receptionist and runs to the elevator for the rooftop. An incredible number of animals are lined up to ride the elevator. He scoffs at the sight; impatience drives him to run up the stairway. His sprint vibrates the stairs, scaring a couple of weasels walking down. They hug the wall to avoid becoming an obstacle in his path. His body bashes the rooftop door open, garnering the attention of everyone.

  “Huff, huff, huff…!” Whiskey breathes hard.

  The rooftop gardens have a variety of plants compared to the rest of the town’s biome. Agave and aloe cover the majority of green peppered throughout the area. Yellow acacia and purple penstemon add color to the greenery here. At the center of the gardens is a shack that serves drinks. It’s only slightly bigger than The One-Armed Brewery. Funny enough, an owl is also bartending at this location. A wombat was about to try his luck with Vivi at the bar before Whiskey ran in. She brushes past him and runs to her boyfriend.

  “Hey, handsome~” Vivi hugs Whiskey. “Where have you been?”

  “Sorry, I had to call my family. I… what are you doing?”

  As happy as he was to get a big hug from his girlfriend, he could feel her hands getting suspiciously frisky. Her fingers are prodding for something. He nudges her away as gently as possible. He takes out the coin purse.

  “Whiskey! You said that coin purse was for me! You could have just taken a few coins!” Vivi stamps her feet.

  "I didn’t think you would be so careless with money. This purse would be empty if I hadn’t taken it away.” Whiskey pockets the coin purse.

  “Grrrr!” Vivi growls.

  The skunk’s tail puffs up; no yellow circle is conjured. The nearby animals are murmuring amongst themselves. Whiskey’s piercing glare motivates them to stay quiet. Some of the witnesses turn to leave, which brings a frown to Vivi’s face. The frown then turns to a smug grin.

  “I’ll fight you for it.” Vivi flicks Whiskey’s muzzle.

  “Excuse me?” Whiskey raises his brow.

  The animals begin to murmur again. In particular, the wombat, pig, and beaver get excited. Vivi walks to a nearby small round table with two chairs and sits down in one of them. She gestures her finger for Whiskey to come over. He complies out of sheer amusement and sits down across from her.

  “I challenge you to a game of thumb wrestling. I get my coin purse if I pin you with a three-count.” Vivi’s grin gets sharper.

  “What if I win?” Whiskey tilts his head.

  Vivi leans forward and whispers, “You won’t. But if you win, I’ll show you the full routine of my lap dance. How abo-”

  “I accept your challenge!”

  “Good! I have one rule: no magic.” Vivi leans back with her grin still intact.

  “Really? That sounds like a self-imposed handicap.” Whiskey plants his arm on the table.

  “Not really~” Vivi puts her arm on the table.

  The animals form a circle around the combatants. Many of them take out their phones and cameras to record the match. Vivi unzips her vest to her belt buckle, revealing her furry white chest for everyone to ogle. She’s not wearing a bra underneath, leaving a wide angle of her side boobs. The crowd took full advantage of snapping pictures. Whiskey, however, kept his cool. He refuses to fall apart before the fight even starts. Their hands lock up. Both of their grips are firm against one another. Their thumbs rise and flip on opposing sides, switching sides in unison. They repeat this motion until these words are said:

  “1, 2, 3, 4, I declare a thumb war!” Vivi and Whiskey simultaneously exclaim.

  Their thumbs press against each other in a test of strength. Whiskey pushes down hard, but Vivi staves off a pin for the moment. Dark, cloudy skies began to roll in the thunder from close by; heavy weather was imminent. The owl bartender closed their shack early and went into the building. The more fearful animals in the crowd followed the owl’s lead. The rest who stayed howled at the amusing display of thumb wrestling.

  “Ugh!” Vivi yelped.

  Whiskey’s thumb wins the test of strength and pins Vivi’s thumb.

  “One! Two!” The crowd chants.

  Vivi’s free hand reaches into her pocket. She whips out sand at Whiskey’s face. His eyes were forced to close. Vivi uses this chance to break free from getting pinned.

  “Agh! Fuckin’ cheater!” Whiskey winced.

  Whiskey uses his free hand to hastily wipe the sand from his face. He can feel his thumb getting pinned by Vivi.

  “One! Two!” The crowd chant louder than before.

  “Never!”

  Whiskey yanks his pinned hand back, reeling Vivi towards him. The table flips over from the sudden burst of power. Vivi manages to stay gripped to Whiskey’s hand, but her pin is broken.

  “Holy shit!” Someone in the crowd yelled.

  Cameras flash overwhelmingly as one of Vivi’s tits pops out from her vest. Her pink nipple is laid bare for everyone to see. Even Whiskey couldn’t help but lick his chops at the sight. She immediately uses her free hand to fix the wardrobe malfunction. In retaliation for his audacity, she jumps and wraps her legs around his body. She squeezes his body with her legs like a pair of scissors.

  “Mmmff!” Whiskey bit his lip.

  He suspected her great strength before, but to be on the receiving end of it got him hard. Everyone can see his tip rising from his trousers. The humiliation is far more damaging than Vivi’s body scissor technique. His nonplussed face between anger and lust breathes heavily over the skunk’s face. She smiles back at his misfortune. Her thumb pins him down again. Thunder booms and crackles from a distance, scaring more animals away from the fight.

  “One!” The remaining crowd chants.

  “Give up while you still~” Vivi grins.

  “Two!” The crowd continues chanting.

  “Never!”

  Whiskey sprints through the crowd, using Vivi’s body as a battering ram through the witnesses. Everyone in their path scatters away for dear life. They’re all heading for the exit.

  “Eegh!” Vivi grunts.

  “Eek!” A weasel yelped as he got run over.

  Whiskey sprints past the crowd until his foot accidentally trips over a potted plant. Their bodies slam into a table, breaking it into the ground. Their grip breaks from the impact.

  “Gfaw!” Vivi coughs.

  “Oh my god, Vivi!” Whiskey crouches over his girlfriend. “I didn’t mean to do that-ack!”

  Vivi headbutted Whiskey. He falls backward. She pounces on his defenseless body to lock hands again. Her thumb pins his.

  “Grr!” Vivi growls.

  “One! Two!” The few remaining animals count.

  “Damn it!”

  Whiskey feels his loins ache again. He pushes Vivi to the side and mounts her. His hands pin both her arms down. The thunder booms again, prompting heavy downpours to join in. The pitter-patter from the rain does nothing to calm down their sexual tension. His crotch dry humps against Vivi.

  “Mmm~” Vivi blushes and moans.

  “Vivi! Vivi! Vivi! Vivi!”

  The wombat, beaver, and pig Whiskey saw in cahoots with Vivi earlier are chanting her name. They and a young Dalmatian are the only animals left from the crowd. Vivi manages to hear their support through the thunder and rain. She gains the strength to break free from her lover’s dry humping. He gets up and takes a step back.

  “Why do they know your name?!” Whiskey yelled through the heavy rain.

  “They’re my fans! I’d hate to disappoint them.” Vivi yelled back.

  “What?! Who ar-”

  Whiskey gets cut off by a massive thunder close by in town. The zebra kept calm but saw the observers were forcing themselves to support Vivi. Their legs would not stop shaking under the duress of the rain and thunder. Vivi took her time standing up. Whiskey’s eyes grew wide when he saw her back bleeding; her wounds from Man Hat Tan reopened.

  Whiskey takes a deep breath and says, “Give up, weakling! You’re no match for me!”

  “Boo!” Vivi’s fans jeered.

  “Go eat a bag of dicks!” The pig screamed.

  “Raaah!” Vivi rallies a war cry.

  The skunk charges at Whiskey. Instead of sidestepping such a slow attack, he jumps backward in tandem with her momentum. He changes the direction of the charge to land them on a white vase of plumeria; he takes the full brunt of it. Vivi locks her hand with Whiskey’s and pins his thumb.

  “One! Two! Three!” Her fans jump in joy.

  Vivi rummages through Whiskey’s pockets. He grinned at her attempt and brought out the coin purse from a pocket she previously checked. She snatches it immediately, stands up, and raises it with both hands.

  “Aaaaaaaaaaah!” Vivi screams.

  “Aaaaaaaaaaah!” Her fans join in the screaming. “Vivi! Vivi! Vivi! Vivi!”

  Vivi and her fans leave the rooftop together, leaving Whiskey behind. His ass remains on the broken vase. The heavy rain lightens up a little; the thunder booms also stopped crackling nearby. With closed eyes, the zebra lulls into the rain’s lullaby. His ears flicker upon hearing small footsteps approaching through the puddles. As he opened his eyes, the Dalmatian who observed the fight from a far distance stood before him. The canine looks to be an older teen male. He’s wearing blue shorts and a tank top. His muscles are lean and well-toned; he could handle himself in a fight. A tuft of black hair sops over his disappointed green eyes.

  “Why did you throw the fight?” The Dalmatian boy asked.

  “Because I love her.” Whiskey answered.

  “That’s stupid…”

  “Can’t argue that, but… it's the truth.”

  “Bah!” The boy scoffs. “If she loved you, she wouldn’t have left you behind for those idiots. You’ll live to regret this.”

  The Dalmatian takes his leave. Whiskey is all alone now. His body slumps onto the floor, letting the rain pour onto his face. His eyes close to better enjoy nature's blessing. The weather takes pity on the poor fool and stops raining in the area. Dark clouds still loom overhead. Whiskey reopens his eyes with a sour look on his face.

  “Fine… don’t let me wallow in the rain. I see how it is.”

  The zebra gets up, and shards from the broken vase fall from his jacket. He grabs every single shard piece he can find in the proximity. As his hands piece the shards together, they meld into each other as if no damage ever occurred. After finishing this 3D jigsaw puzzle, the white vase looked cleaner than it was before. Whiskey tends to the white plumeria that was crushed by his body. His fingers pinch the petals back into shape. The yellow core of the flowers remains damaged, but everything else looks brand new. He runs his finger over every non-white part of the flower. The yellow petals and even the green stem became white and new. He repeats the same process for the rest of the crushed plumeria. He puts the clumped wet dirt and plumeria back in the vase and leaves the leftover dirt over to the side.

  “That looks good, but now…”

  Whiskey sighs as he looks over to the broken wooden table. The debris has splinters sticking out. He takes out a pipette full of white liquid and drips a droplet onto every broken piece he can find. Soon after, all the pieces become white all over. Whiskey goes to work on piecing the table back together without worry of splinters. Like the vase, he jigsaws the table brand new. The white creations stand out horribly, but Whiskey is content with his work. He finally exits the rooftop garden and walks down to the second floor for his room, 204. The hallway is simple but still has elegance with its roll of red carpet stretched across. He brings out a keycard to unlock and open his door.

  “Ugh…”

  Inside the room of yellow decor is a massive pile of clothes next to the red velvet king-size bed. A divider sits in the corner, waiting for someone needing privacy. The window showcases a view of the town which does not impress Whiskey. He walks over and inspects the denim mountain. Skimpy, elegant, beautiful. Imagining what Vivi would look like in them got him hard. There’s even pink and red lingerie for a more lucid imagination. Whiskey shakes his head before he gets lost in his own thoughts. He goes for the shower and turns it on at the hottest setting. Steam soon envelops the bathroom, obscuring any vision to peer through. Instead of removing his clothes, his body seemingly absorbs the tuxedo outfit. All that’s left is his chiseled physique on display. His manhood down below yearns for some exciting action. He steps into the shower and turns the water cold, calming his manhood to wait for another time. He sits down and falls into a meditative state with the cold water still showering over him. He remains there for quite some time until he hears knocks at the door.

  “Coming!”

  Whiskey turns the shower off and gets out. White tendrils stick out from his body to weave a white bathrobe with fuzzy white flip-flops. After the clothes finish forming, he answers the door and is greeted by a massive bouquet of red roses up in his face. Its sweet scent gave him an overwhelming feeling of bliss. The bouquet is pulled down, revealing the holder to a buzzed and slightly wet Vivi.

  “Hey, handsome~,” Vivi said.

  “Did you buy these flowers? They’re lovely~” Whiskey sniffs the flowers.

  “Yeah… sorry for leaving you behind with my fans.”

  “It’s okay, I also wanted to give you something.”

  Whiskey brings out the all-white plumeria he fixed earlier from his breast pocket. Vivi’s eyes glow as she sees this curious wonder. Sniffing the flower cured whatever intoxicated state she was in and brought a smile to her face.

  “This is wonderful! Where did you get this?”

  “From the rooftop garden. I’ll show you the spot next time.”

  Whiskey takes the bouquet and puts his single plumeria in the middle of the rose arrangement. He places the flowers in a vase on a table next to the bed. Vivi comes inside and goes behind the divider screen. The screen is supposed to provide privacy, but Whiskey can still see Vivi’s silhouette. He drags a chair in front of the divider and sits on it. She looks at Whiskey with hands on her hips.

  “Hmph! Are you expecting a show?” Vivi asked.

  Whiskey scoots his chair closer to the divider. Vivi sighs in a way that sounds amused. Her silhouette begins to take off her vest. From his perspective, she looks like a flower blooming in motion. After taking off the vest, she flings it over the divider, landing on Whiskey’s lap. He sniffs Vivi’s scent from the vest: it smells of persimmon. His manhood grows alongside the denim texture.

  “Gulp…!” Whiskey said out loud.

  Hearing that brought a smile to Vivi’s face. Her silhouette turns to the side and bends over. She pulls down her shorts and throws them over the divider, landing on Whiskey’s shoulder this time. He can smell from her shorts that she’s moist right now with pre-cum. His manhood gets more excited, pushing off Vivi’s vest. Its massive pink girth demands to be pleased as it can’t stop twitching at twelve inches high. Whiskey grips his manhood hard to keep it in control. Vivi continues by ripping off her fishnets and leaves the torn pieces on her side. She lays down on the floor to take off her boots. Whiskey stares at how Vivi’s silhouette breasts jiggle as she takes her footwear off. Sweat begins to appear profusely on his brow; his breathing turns shaky.

  “Hmmhmm~” Vivi chuckles.

  The skunk stands up and comes out from behind the divider. The only articles of clothing she has left are her gloves and blue socks. Her white fur forms a triangle from the top of her neck pointing down to her crotch. Pre-cum drips from her vulva. Without a second thought, Whiskey stands up and rips off his bathrobe. Vivi marvels at his boyfriend’s muscular physique. It was everything she hoped for and more. The feeling was mutual for Whiskey: his tip could not stop leaking pre-cum even if he wanted to.

  “Wow...” They said to each other.

  “Um, ha…” Whiskey scratches his head. “I’m surprised it took this long for us to get here…”

  “That’s alright. The wait was well worth it.”

  Vivi walks up to Whiskey and runs her hand across his pecs. The smooth, marble feel gave her overpowering ecstasy; she nearly fainted on the spot. Whiskey grins at her satisfied face. His grin quickly turns to a frown when she rubs his pink nipple with her fingers. He couldn’t deny that he was getting hard, but the denim material of her gloves made it too uncomfortable to enjoy. He grabs her hand and slowly tries to pull her gloves off. Vivi’s eyes grow wide, and she pushes Whiskey away. His body plops back into the chair, and he manages to keep his balance without falling over the seat.

  “Sorry… I prefer to keep my gloves on…” Vivi’s ears droop.

  “I should be the one who’s sorry. I didn’t realize you were sensitive about that. I-ah!?”

  Vivi interrupts his apology with a kiss on the nose. It felt simultaneously hot and cold to Whiskey. She sits on his lap sideways to avoid docking the tip. His manhood is displeased; it keeps twitching angrily.

  “Hehe…” Vivi giggles. “You lost, so I shouldn’t be doing this, but I know you threw the match. Why…?”

  “I felt bad when you got hurt. I-I… don’t want our relationship to be like…” Whiskey trails off at his loss of words.

  “Like what?” Vivi's brow raises to one side.

  “Like a competition? Maybe, I don’t know… seeing you get hurt makes me sad…” Whiskey gets glass-eyed.

  "I hate to disappoint you, Whiskey, but I am a very competitive woman. Still, I can soften things up. Just. For. You."

  Vivi kisses Whiskey’s nose with her nose. They both close their eyes and enjoy each other’s wet muzzles. She removes her gloves. There are many scars of what used to be cuts and bruises on her paws. She places her hand on Whiskey’s cheek. It feels as if sandpaper rubbed against his face. His eyes open wide.

  “Ah!” Whiskey winced.

  Vivi tried to reel her hand back, but Whiskey held it in place with his hand. Vivi felt envious at how much smoother his hand felt compared to hers. He continues to rub her hand against his face. Tears roll from his eyes.

  “You've been through a lot, haven't you? These are beautiful hands. You should be proud of them.” Whiskey gives a melancholic smile.

  “That’s very sweet of you to say, however…” Vivi clutches her hands. “I don’t even remember what my hands used to feel like anymore. I hate it…”

  “Do you want to restore that feeling? I have… a peculiar lotion that could help with that.”

  “Really?!” Vivi’s tail wags back and forth.

  Experiencing the skunk’s excitement up close takes a mental toll on Whiskey’s psyche. The strands of his back hair go prickly, much like his manhood, that's also pricking more. He’s impressed by how she can ignore such a long girth even with her moist crotch.

  “Alright,” Vivi sighed. “What’s the catch?”

  “Will you finally give me the complete lap dance routine?” Whiskey’s face blushes deep red.

  “Okay, carry me to the edge of our bed then, handsome~”

  Whiskey immediately picks her up and gets off the chair. Before moving to the king-sized bed’s edge, they share a kiss to maintain their sexual drive. After sitting down, Vivi straddles his lap and grinds her backside against his pink shaft. Her hip scoots forward whenever his tip tries to gain backdoor entry.

  “Ah~” Whiskey moans. “Huff, huff… l-let… let me in… huff, huff…”

  “Patience, handsome. Don’t you want this to last?”

  Vivi can feel her lover’s heavy breath down her neck. He goes in to kiss her, which she happily complies with. His tongue quenches her thirst for a good time. His hands grip her love handles to attempt another backdoor entry. Her hips are flexible enough to scoot upward, dodging his tip. His manhood gets furious, growing to an incredible fourteen inches. It hungers to be satiated.

  “Mmfff…!” Whiskey groans.

  “Mmm~” Vivi moans.

  Their kissing gets more intense. Unable to take any more teasing, Whiskey stands up. Vivi wasn’t expecting such movement from her partner. She stops kissing and hugs with all four limbs onto his body to stay elevated. Whiskey’s tip points straight up. His hands press her love handles down, plopping her backdoor into his tip. Because the pre-cum has been overflowing this whole time, entry was easy and painless. The tight passage overloaded his stimulation; he was on the verge of a premature climax.

  “Uuugh…!” Whiskey grits his teeth to hold it in.

  “Uuuuu~” Vivi makes an o-face. “I’ve got you covered, handsome.”

  The skunk’s tail raises high above their heads. A yellow magic circle forms on the ground around them. The smell of persimmon grows strong in the room. Whiskey’s nerves calm down. More importantly, he no longer feels the need to climax. He kisses Vivi’s cheek in appreciation for her aid. He walks over to a wall and presses Vivi against it. Using the wall as leverage, he inserts his full fourteen-inch length into Vivi.

  “Aaah!” Vivi screams in ecstasy.

  Whiskey’s thrusts are slow but impactful.

  “Aah! O-o-oh my! You’re more powerful than I anticipated.”

  “Huff, huff, huff…!” Whiskey focuses on pleasuring his partner.

  The zebra’s thrusting shifts up in speed now that he’s confirmed Vivi’s enjoyment. She hugged his chest as hard as she could to keep her balance. Just resting her face on his pecs sparked her sensual neurons. She licks his pink nipples and sucks, surging his thrust drive even deeper.

  “A-ah!” Whiskey moaned. “I-I-I’m… cumming…!”

  “Not yet!”

  Vivi raises her tail above their heads again, causing the yellow circle to appear. They smell persimmon again, calming their nerves and preventing the impending climax. The sensation is conflicting with Whiskey’s psyche. He loves the session lasting longer, but it’s awkward to lose his sex drive despite his pounding. She doesn’t seem to mind it all one bit and keeps licking his nipples.

  “Ahh…!” Whiskey’s face flushes red. “Not fair for you to have fun with my chest the whole time!”

  "Hmph! This is payback for what you did to me at the Ferris wheel." Vivi smirks.

  The zebra steps back from the wall and gently pushes Vivi for a slight gap for him to dive his face into her breasts. His nose appreciates how soft her chest is first before moving on to lick the tits. Vivi’s head leans back. Her eyes roll up and close in half out of enjoyment from his technique.

  “Uuuu…” Vivi moans.

  “Mlem!” Whiskey keeps licking.

  His saliva leaves behind a cold sensation on Vivi’s fur. Yet the hot action of his tongue kept her teats warm. This juxtaposition sent a shiver throughout her body; she thoroughly loved it. However…

  “Ack!”

  However, her back cracked under pressure. Her hand held the sore spot. Whiskey immediately stopped and crouched down to lower her body safely.

  “Oh no, Vivi!" Whiskey gasped. "Are you still hurt from that stupid fight?”

  “No fight is ever stupid when I’m the winner,” Vivi gives a weak smile.

  “I’m sorry, I should have just given you the coin purse, I should have-”

  Vivi puts her finger on his mouth.

  “Don’t be sorry. We both needed this. Especially you: you really, REALLY needed this.”

  “Hmph!” Whiskey crosses his arms and puffs his face.

  “Hehe…” Vivi giggles and pulls back her finger.

  Her smile goes away upon seeing Whiskey’s manhood shrinking back to normal. Even though she's disappointed, he still decides to carry her to the safe comfy space of their bed. It’s clear on Vivi’s face that she’s in too much pain to continue.

  “Can you lie on your stomach for me?” Whiskey asked.

  “Why? So you can stare at my cute butt?” Vivi replied with a smug face.

  “No…! Yeah… but also because I want to massage your sore spot.”

  “Hmm, I'll play along.”

  Vivi rolls over to her stomach slowly. Just performing this simple motion was an arduous task for her back. Her face winced the entire time. Whiskey admires Vivi’s backside.

  “Wow…” Whiskey said out loud by accident.

  “Like what you see, ya perv?” Vivi wiggled her butt.

  With a big smile on his face, Whiskey rubs Vivi’s ass cheeks: soft, smooth, firm. It was more than enough to reignite his manhood again. But now is not the time for self-indulgent lust yet; Vivi’s well-being is more important to the zebra. His hand runs through her back, scanning for what area stings Vivi the most.

  “Urk!”

  Whiskey’s hand stops at Vivi’s lower right back where her fur is all black. The black stripes on his hand move over to his thumb, turning it black all over. His thumb proceeds to a pressure point on Vivi’s sore spot. She bit her lip from the pain at first, but the pain gradually subsided as he massaged the area. Soon afterward, her back made a full recovery and even felt better than before. The black stripes on his thumb retreat back to their original state before Vivi could notice.

  “Wow…” Vivi whistles. “You’re a better masseuse than I thought.”

  “Thanks. My sister, Juliett, taught me this technique.” Whiskey smiled softly.

  “That’s neat. How man-iiiieeeee!”

  Whiskey grabs hold of Vivi’s ass and drills deep into her backdoor. He pounds as fast as he can; he’s racing to reach his climax in record time. Vivi’s tail raises high enough to touch the ceiling, calling forth the yellow circle to appear on the bed. The persimmon smell diminishes Whiskey’s sex drive. He loses his will to continue penetrating. Vivi undocks herself from the tip and turns around to pounce on Whiskey. Her limbs pin down the zebra’s corresponding limbs. Her hands hold down his wrists while her legs wrap around Whiskey’s to keep it still. She kisses Whiskey while simultaneously grinding her butt against his shaft.

  “Mmfff…!”

  The two lovers moan with their kissing. As usual, Vivi leads the advantage with her tongue; Whiskey is just along for the ride at this point. He lets Vivi have her way for now. He waits until he can feel his climax point approaching. At the moment Vivi brings her cheeks down, Whiskey flexes his hip to penetrate her backdoor. Whiskey immediately unloads everything inside Vivi, forcing her to break her kiss.

  “Aaaaaahh!!!” They both scream.

  Vivi’s tail raises to the ceiling again for the yellow circle. This time the persimmon smell invigorates Whiskey to keep pumping his load into Vivi. His balls shrivel as its reserve runs empty. The skunk in turn couldn’t stop spraying her juice onto the zebra.

  “Huff… huff… huff… huff…!”

  By the time the climax ended, their cum splashed everywhere on the bed; sweat made the cum even more pungent. They rest against each other's heads with satisfied smiles. They take turns kissing each other’s cheek.

  “T-that was incredible.” Whiskey whispered. “You’re the only person I know who uses magic for sex.”

  “Mmhmm~” Vivi whispered back. “I would have kept going if you hadn’t climaxed inside me. I’m impressed.”

  Whiskey undocks his manhood from Vivi’s backdoor, letting out even more cum. He hugs Vivi and lovingly nudges her face. His smile brightens at his great fortune.

  Whiskey whispers into Vivi’s ear, “You want me to apply that ointment now?”

  Vivi whispers back, “Mmm, no… let’s enjoy the moment. There’s always tomorrow.”

  They snuggle together before falling asleep.

  FOUR HOURS LATER.

  Click!

  “Hmm?”

  Whiskey wakes up to himself spooning against Vivi’s backside. Their intense body heat compensates for not having any blankets draped over them. He kisses her cheek before getting out of bed.

  “Mmm, hehe…” Vivi smiles in her sleep.

  Their love juice dried up in bed, but the smell remained with the persimmon scent. Whiskey would have changed the sheets if Vivi weren’t sleeping in it. The black strips on his forearm run toward the palm of his hand, forming a black circle. A small black camera comes out of the black circle. He points it at Vivi and almost presses his finger on the shutter button.

  “No…”

  Whiskey deposits the camera back into his palm’s black circle. The circle breaks apart, and the black stripes crawl back to their original state. He shakes his head and sits next to Vivi, petting her hair. Her head subconsciously snuggles against his hand.

  “It doesn’t feel right unless you’re awake to enjoy it…”

  Slam!

  “What the?”

  Whiskey looks around to find the source of the intrusive noise. Strange black spots are on the divider screen where Vivi performed her strip tease. Next to the divider screen is a trail of wet spots leading to the chair he sat on while enjoying the view. He remembered that her clothes were in front of the screen; he found them somehow behind the screen. Even more suspect is the wet puddle beneath them. The wet trail goes further back to the nearby closed window. Opening the window shows that it’s still very early in the morning, the sunrise has yet to arrive. The rain came back without the thunder this time.

  “No way.”

  Whiskey sees the Dalmatian boy from yesterday run to a spot near the manhole cover in front of the hotel. The boy opens it with a crowbar and goes inside. He closes the cover from below before moving on. Whiskey looks around if there are any other potential suspects: there aren’t. He closes the window and locks it. He rubs his chin while pondering why the boy would sneak into his room.

  “Shit, the coin purse…!”

  Whiskey rummages through Vivi’s sopping clothes: no coin purse.

  “Vivi! Vivi, wake up!”

  Whiskey runs over to Vivi and shakes her body. She merely tumbles to the other side. Her snoozing continues unperturbed.

  “Vivi, you silly heavy sleeper, wake up!”

  Whiskey shakes Vivi more harshly this time. She tumbles back to her original position. Her face scowled.

  “Rawr!” Vivi snarled with her eyes still closed.

  “...”

  Whiskey got hard.

  “Ommff…!”

  The zebra bit on the skunk’s ear.

  “Kyaa!”

  Vivi finally opens her eyes –albeit halfway– with a smile. She pats Whiskey's nose, prompting him to release his bite. There’s not an ounce of malice to be found within her. She just gets up and keeps petting Whiskey’s nose.

  “Good morning, handsome,” Vivi said with a groggy face. “Did you have to be so rough?”

  “Sorry, but I need to ask: where’s your coin purse?”

  “It’s in the pocket of my blue denim shorts I wore last night. Why?”

  “It’s not there anymore. I think someone stole it by climbing through the window.”

  Vivi freaks out for a moment before going back to groggy. She rests her head on Whiskey’s lap. He brushes her hair with gentle care. She yips in response to it.

  “Aren’t you the least bit worried?” Whiskey asked.

  “I’m too tired to be worried. There were only bronze coins left in the purse anyway. I would be more ticked off if this supposed thief had stolen my lovely denim clothes; they’re worth a lot more~”

  “Ugh, you spent that much?”

  “No regrets,” Vivi makes a smug face. “It’s there to be used. How many coins have you got left?”

  “Enough bronze and silver for a decent breakfast and lunch, but not enough to pay for our room tomorrow.

  Vivi gets up and holds Whiskey’s hand. Her free hand gestures for him to follow her lead. He gets up and together they walk into the bathroom. Vivi turns the shower on cold and scrubs down Whiskey with a nearby loofah. The scrubbing is particularly careful in his nether region. After she finishes, she hands the loofah to him. He takes his sweet time scrubbing her breasts clean. They might have taken things to the next level if there was more space. After turning off the shower and getting out, they took turns drying each other with a towel. Vivi was ready to leave the bathroom when she noticed Whiskey stayed behind.

  “You go on ahead.” Whiskey said with a flushed face. “I need to use the toilet.”

  Vivi nods okay and leaves. Whiskey leans against the door and listens until he hears clothes rummaging. Content with what he heard; he turns the lock on. Black and white tendrils spurt out of his body to weave his tuxedo outfit over his body. The tendrils finish their work in seconds. As soon as his shoes complete their weaving, he flushes the toilet and unlocks the door. His fist knocks on the door three times.

  “Are you decent?” Whiskey said.

  “Pfft!” Vivi snorted. “You’ve already seen me naked, there’s no need to be so chivalrous~”

  “Heh, alright…”

  Whiskey exits the bathroom and sees a naked Vivi still pondering what clothes to wear today. She looks at her denim pile and keeps switching her hands between green, pink, orange, and blue colors. Her brow furrows at her indecision. Her train of thought vanishes when she notices Whiskey’s stare. She runs up to him to adjust his collar. It didn’t need readjusting; she only wanted to feel the smooth velvet material.

  “I’ll let you choose this time: what color would you like me to wear?” Vivi tilts her head with a grin.

  "Got anything in black and white?"

  "Eh?!" Vivi scowled. "I'm already black and white. Choose something else."

  “Hmm, maybe green. But I really want to see you in blue again. This time in full-length jeans; I’ve never seen you in them yet.”

  “Eh!?” Vivi scowled again. “You want me to cover up my skin more?”

  “Well, if you can’t pull it off…”

  “Ohoh! I know what you’re doing, and I accept your challenge!”

  The skunk grabs a pair of blue skinny jeans from the denim pile. She turns her back to Whiskey before putting it on. The jeans get stuck on her butt, jiggling as she tries to force the pants to fit her size. Whiskey is under a hypnotic trance from this. Before realizing it, he instinctively ran up to Vivi to help lift her pants. She yelped and giggled as she purposefully made it harder for him to lift the pants by wiggling her butt.

  “Huff, huff, huff!” Whiskey breathes heavily.

  “Hehehe, you’re having way too much fun with this~”

  “So are you!”

  Whiskey presses his hands against Vivi’s butt, finally allowing her pants to finish its fit. They both chuckle together as he hugs her waist. She tilts her head back and kisses his cheek.

  “My hero.” Vivi winks that quickly turned sour. "Er, I forgot to put my panties on first."

  "Aww, I thought you were going commando." Whiskey's ears drooped down.

  "Shut up! I need them."

  The skunk pulls down her jeans and takes a plain pink thong from the pile. She uses her tail to playfully obscure the zebra's vision before putting on her thong. The annoyed Whiskey smacks the tail away to find that she already got her jeans back on. The pink straps protruding above her jeans got him flustered.

  "Gulp!"

  Vivi grabs a plain pink bra from the pile and puts it on. She doesn’t finish hooking the straps; instead, Whiskey gladly hooks the straps. Next, Vivi puts on a red crop top. Whiskey slowly runs his hand over her midriff. She couldn't help but make an o-face with her eyes closed.

  “Anybody ever told you your abs feels so damn fine?” Whiskey whispered into Vivi’s ear.

  “Not in the way you’re doing it~” Vivi shivered with delight.

  The skunk took Whiskey’s hand off before she got entranced by it. She went on to wear a blue jean jacket. Its style is similar to the vest she wore in Man Hat Tan, but this one has long sleeves added. Whiskey readjusts her fit; she flutters her eyes the entire time. Whiskey crouches down to put white socks and clogs on her feet. Vivi pats his head.

  “Putting clothes on is so much more fun with a partner~”

  As Vivi puts on her favorite pair of gloves, one of the finger sleeves falls out, revealing many scars. She tried putting the sleeve back on, but it fell out again.

  “That lotion you mentioned before… could you apply it before we go?”

  “Um... it’s a long and complicated process. We ought to apply the lotion tonight. That way, the cream can successfully heal your scars overnight.”

  “Oh.”

  Vivi’s hands tremble. Before Whiskey could reach out, she tore off the rest of the finger sleeves to complete its symmetry. Her other fingers are also banged up with scars and calluses. Tears form in her eyes after realizing what she had done.

  “Ah, ah…! Stupid, stupid…!”

  “Shh, it'll be alright.” Whiskey hugs Vivi from behind. “Aren't there any other gloves you can use?"

  Vivi takes a deep breath and exhales.

  “These gloves are special. Here, feel it yourself."

  Vivi hands Whiskey one of the torn finger sleeves. It felt warm, clean even. A fascinating find Since Vivi has been wearing this pair of gloves the entire time he has known her.

  "Magic tailored gloves!" Whiskey's eyes piqued. "You'll have to find the original creator to get this fixed properly. Although, I kinda like the sleeveless look. I think it adds to your spunk."

  "Wha-?! I want it fixed! Although... the original tailor died a few years ago without a successor. Oh well..."

  Vivi takes grabs all the finger sleeves and pockets them. She digs deep into the denim pile to pull out her travel bag, causing the pile to tumble over. She opens the bag and grabs a metallic glasses case. Out comes a sleek pair of eyeglasses with a strap band to go over Vivi’s eyes. A strange sensation came over Whiskey that almost made him think she was a different person. It's still a possibility if she ever mixes in with a crowd.

  “How do I look?” Vivi pushes up her glasses.

  “Erm…”

  Whiskey was at a loss for words. He's not sure what would be the correct compliment for the situation. Vivi’s puzzled face at his hesitation is making him even more nervous. Unable to say anything, he rubs his nose against Vivi’s. Her tail wags happily from it.

  Whiskey softly says, “Like a completely different person. A spunky nerd.”

  “I-yeah, sure, that’s what I was going for.”

  “Although… your highlighted hair gives it away.” Whiskey pokes Vivi’s pink streak.

  Vivi ignores his comment as she combs her hair into her usual style. She takes his hand and leaves their hotel room to head downstairs to the lobby. The area is relatively empty as the sunrise has yet to arrive. Lucky for them, the cafe in the lobby offers a breakfast menu. Without even looking at the menu, Vivi rings the bell for service. A male monitor lizard comes out from the back and approaches them.

  “G’mornin’, how can I help ya?” The lizard said.

  “Good morning! We’d like to order two empanadas please!” Vivi replied.

  “Wait, Vivi. I’m a vegetarian. This doesn’t have any meat, does it?”

  “Oh shit, um…” Vivi skims through the breakfast menu. “Scratch off the second empanada. We'll take a concha instead please!”

  “What’s a concha?” Whiskey raises his brow.

  “Sweetbread. Is that vegan enough for you?”

  Whiskey rests his chin on Vivi’s head. He peers at the breakfast menu for the price and hands five bronze coins from his breast pocket to the lizard. He bites each coin before pocketing it. He grabs the empanada and concha on a paper plate from the back and hands them over to Whiskey. It was the first time the zebra had ever seen such pastries firsthand; no such thing exists back at Man Hat Tan. The empanada looks like an obese fried dumpling to his eyes. Then there’s the concha: this piece of brown bread with striped cuts. It reminds him of a tiny brain.

  “Thank you! Have a nice day!” Vivi waves goodbye at the lizard.

  “Y’all as well!” The lizard waves back.

  Vivi leads Whiskey to sit down at a wooden table nearby. She licks her chops and almost grabs the empanada to eat when an idea pops into her head. Her hands go back on her lap. A confused Whiskey tries to figure out what’s on her mind as she wiggles her body with fluttering eyes. He grabs the empanada and notices Vivi leaning slightly forward. Her mouth opens, salivating for a meal. Whiskey extends his hand with the empanada towards her. Pleased with the offer, she bites off a significant portion of the pastry. Beef, beans, cheese, and green peppers fall from the inner filling.

  “Ahh…!”

  Whiskey blushed as he watched the intensity of Vivi’s chewing. In particular, her canine teeth are of great interest to him. Its shape and power are demonstrated as it tears through the beef she’s eating. The caveman etiquette she was displaying right now didn’t bother him. He reminisced about all the moments they kissed. Adding the imagery of the canine teeth to those memories brought greater joy tenfold.

  SLURP!

  Vivi licks up the sauce dripping off Whiskey’s fingers. His body shudders from each lick; her tongue feels wet, slimy… and hot. He wants to pounce on her and get it on so bad, but this is hardly the appropriate time and place to do such a thing. He scoots his chair next to Vivi so they don’t have to keep leaning over to the center of the table. She appreciates the gesture and digs her face into the empanada again. Whiskey’s body temperature rises as he watches her eat and lick his hand on the spot. Even though he cannot see her canine teeth anymore, the image of them is burned into his mind. Whiskey is in his perfect place now.

  “Mmm~, thanks handsome!” Vivi licks her chops. “Hold on, your hand is still dirty. I’ll clean it for you.”

  The skunk continued licking Whiskey’s hand clean until it became empanada-free. He’s losing his cool over his inability to do anything to relieve himself. His free hand decided to rub Vivi’s back in a circular motion. It was the only thing he could think of that could keep him level-headed. Vivi purrs loudly in response to his rubbing. Whiskey thumps his foot in response to her response to his response.

  “Done!”

  “Whew, it’s finally over…”

  Vivi raises her brow.

  “Um…! I meant, please hand-feed me that concha! Hahaha!”

  Vivi nods and grabs the concha to hand-feed Whiskey. He’s still unsure of what he’s getting himself into. The tiny brain aesthetic doesn’t appeal to him in the slightest.

  “You don’t like it, do you?” Vivi frowns.

  “Mmm, it looks like a tiny brain to me. It’s not icky, is it?”

  “Not at all.” Vivi smiles. “Think of it as a sea shell, not a brain. I promise you will like it.”

  “Hmph, like as opposed to love, eh?”

  OMPFFH!

  Biting into the top of the concha was a marvelous implosion on Whiskey’s tastebuds. Crunches of Sugar, butter, and cinnamon melts inside his mouth. Such sweets are foreign to his diet; Vivi’s face became delighted to see him experience it for the first time. Her stare honed in on Whiskey’s tongue. She reminisced the numerous instances she dominated it with her own tongue. Then she remembered how lovely his tongue was against her nipples back at The Peak in Man Hat Tan. The possibilities of what else he could do with it made her tail wrap around his waist. Whiskey wags his tail incessantly.

  SLURP!

  Whiskey licked the crumbs off Vivi’s hand. His tongue play nearly drove her psyche into a frenzy. Then came the sucking of her fingers. She felt embarrassed to be losing her fortitude over a technique she just used on her partner. Feeling blissful on the receiving end of her own technique put a dent in her pride. Her will almost broke when she saw three familiar figures arguing at the top of the stairway.

  “Whiskey, look!”

  Vivi grabs his face and turns it to her fans arguing. The wombat, pig, and especially the beaver were aggravated. They’re too far away to eavesdrop on their conversation without getting spotted.

  “We should leave now.”

  Vivi nudges Whiskey’s arm. He nods in agreement, and they stand up to leave. His stature grows slightly larger to better hide her from her fans.

  “Hehe…” Vivi chuckled to herself. “I was going to squeeze more money out of them.”

  “What are those three to you?” Whiskey asked.

  “They’re my fans.”

  “You said that before, but why? Who are you really?”

  “I was a model of sorts. They recognized me from before.” Vivi has a somber look on her face.

  “Oh?” Whiskey makes a big goofy smile. “I’m with a famous celebrity?”

  Vivi cuddles against Whiskey. She purrs louder than usual, making him even happier. Like a badge of honor that many of his siblings could only dream of.

  “Hey… what are the chances that your fans’ coin purses were also stolen?”

  “Highly likely. Their purses were fatter than mine’s.”

  "Mine's..." Whiskey scoffed. “Perhaps if we find whoever's responsible for

  this will have a large stash for us to take?”

  “Ooo, you’re very naughty! I like it!”

  As they leave the hotel, the sunrises to greet them. The skies are still cloudy, but it’s better than rain. Whiskey shows Vivi the cover hiding alongside the asphalt road. He would have never found it if he hadn't seen the Dalmation go inside. Opening the cover reveals a ladder going down a bottomless black abyss. Vivi’s fur spikes up and backs away from the hole.

  “What’s the matter?” Whiskey said.

  “Um, I have a bad feeling about this.” Vivi’s ears drooped.

  “We have no choice.”

  “But-”

  “Ugh, I’m going in with or without you.”

  Whiskey crouches down in front of the hole. He takes deep breaths to mentally prepare himself. Before he reached for the ladder, Vivi jumped onto his back and gripped as hard as she could.

  “Vivi, what are you doing?!”

  “Please, don’t leave me!”

  Vivi’s sudden outburst threw Whiskey off balance. He tries his damndest to rebalance himself. However, a frog in a concierge outfit runs up from behind and pushes them down the hole.

  “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!” They scream.

  Their bodies disappear into the darkness. Soon, their screams dissipate into silence as well. The frog closes the manhole cover. Ensuring that nobody else will discover this anytime soon.

  “Dododododo~” The frog whistles as he walks back into the hotel.

  TO BE CONTINUED.