Ride (Bayonet Scars)
“- Marion C. Garretty MORNING COMES WAY too early. After a fitful night’s sleep, I’m not ready to be up yet, but my mind is slowly waking. I try, and fail, to block the words that have assaulted my mind since the moment they were said.
Your pussy’s good, but it ain’t that good.
No excuse to be a rat.
Do you want me to stop?
Harsh sunlight streams through my bedroom window, covering me in its warmth. Stretching out my legs and arms, I find myself sandwiched. Blocked on both side...s by fur, I blindly pat my bed mates down, finding PJ’s short double coat on my left and Tegan’s long coat on my right. Tegan whimpers at my assault and rustles around immediately, then settles back in. When she’s awake, she’s sharp as a tack, but asleep, she’s useless. PJ stands immediately, looks around, barks loudly, and then rushes out of the room at warp speed.
Blinking my eyes open, I groan at the discomfort of the first sight of the bright sun.MoreLess
Your pussy’s good, but it ain’t that good.
No excuse to be a rat.
Do you want me to stop?
Harsh sunlight streams through my bedroom window, covering me in its warmth. Stretching out my legs and arms, I find myself sandwiched. Blocked on both side...s by fur, I blindly pat my bed mates down, finding PJ’s short double coat on my left and Tegan’s long coat on my right. Tegan whimpers at my assault and rustles around immediately, then settles back in. When she’s awake, she’s sharp as a tack, but asleep, she’s useless. PJ stands immediately, looks around, barks loudly, and then rushes out of the room at warp speed.
Blinking my eyes open, I groan at the discomfort of the first sight of the bright sun.MoreLess
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