Celes looked at the door again, and the clock
above it. It was cold, and pouring rain outside. There would
not be any casual visitors today. Anything that came through
that door would be work. The spotted skunkette shuffled the
papers in her hands softly. They were bills. They were always
bills. The mephit relaxed a bit in her chair and looked again
at the door. The office was small, but efficient, though a
little cluttered and dusty. A rug laid askew at the door,
which had a sign over frosted glass which read "Polecat
Investigators". It was a slightly misleading sign. There
was not another investigator. Just Celes. She sat alone at
her desk. Waiting. Her soft brown eyes looking from door to
bills to door again. She wore a white suede mini-skirt and
a white cotton blouse under a black suede vest. A fairly ritzy
outfit, for a job that was far from it. Celes wore her hair
back in a ponytail, long and flowing, covered with the same
peppering of white as most of the rest of her body. She had
a light, small frame, fairly short of stature. But keen, aware
eyes, alert ears and a sharp mind. As the ceiling fan squeaked
softly overhead, stirring the air in the office to keep it
from going stagnant, the sound of water hitting the bottom
of a bucket began. A leak that had not been fixed in over
a year. It had it's very own bucket, emptied before every
rainy day. The rest of the office was lightly furnished, but
there was a couch against the right wall for customers to
sit. A coat rack (empty of coats) having only a blanket on
it, which Celes kept to wrap around the bucket if it overflowed
a bit during a storm. As Celes found herself tapping a finger
to the rhythm of rain falling into the bucket, the door burst
open! Celes lifted her head slowly. It was difficult to startle
her. A robed figure pressed itself to the door, as it slammed
shut, panting, shivering and soaking wet. Celes looked up
and down this robed figure, saying nothing at fist. It had
its head bowed and wore a sunhat, a white one like girls wear
to their friends weddings, which obscured the downward staring
figure's face; and a robe, jet black, which obscured everything
else. After watching the shape for a while, Celes finally
said, with a feathery voice,
"If you would not mind terribly much,
drip over here in front of my desk.
The floor there has not been mopped in a while, and
it could use the water."
While her comment was rather uncaring, her tone seemed
genuinely concerned with getting the figure away from the
door in case someone else wanted to burst through it. The
head of the figure jerked up. A fast glance told Celes it
was another skunk. A very attractive lady skunk… possibly
in her mid twenties. Her duel lines of white that went down her forehead and to the tip
of her perfect nose on her blunt, lovely muzzle told that
she was a striped skunk, rather than a spotted one like Celes.
Her eyes were jade, looped in gold, around those green irises.
Her body was shaking violently, shivering from the cold. She
rushed the desk and slammed her hands on it, as tears streamed
from those beautiful eyes.
"You is have to help me! You is just have to!" she squealed. Celes
arched an eyebrow. A foreigner. Her accent and her broken
English were all the proof of that Celes needed. She nodded
and answered in her soft, almost whispering voice again.
"Very well. I would love to help you…
let's start… by getting you out of that dripping, soaking
robe before you catch pneumonia and die before I can solve
your current problem." Celes' voice was always a whisper. In her line
of work a loud voice was not required and a soft one was,
in fact, more useful. So it's all she used. The mephit blushed
slightly and touched her two index fingers together, admitting,
through her tears,
"Is… no is have anything under robe…
is just threw on and is ran here… is was not given time for
put anything else on. Is had for run `way!" she cried.
Celes nodded softly and stood up, stretching a bit.
She moved over to the door, and locked it. On a day like this
there would not likely be more than one customer at a time
and it was not useful to the PI to have a customer die of
exposure before she could pay for any services. Celes moved
over to the coat rack and took the blanket off of it, stretched
it out on the couch carefully, and turned to the other skunk.
"There…" she whispered, "You
now have a private place to dry off." The girl skunk
blushed again and shook her head, looking very shy.
Celes smiled warmly and pulled her toward the couch.
"Come on… no one else is gonna see you and I promise
I will not take pictures. Take off the clothes, sit down and
dry off. We will get
you warmed up and then we can discuss your problem. Everything
will be just fine, okay?" Celes said. The skunk nodded
softly. She moved in front of the couch and took of her sun
hat. She handed the wet, floppy headpiece to the skunk that
was so kind as to help her. It was a nice hat. WAS. The feather
that was it's former glower was now a wet, limp string and
the blue ribbon would likely shrink and squeeze the top of
the hat until it was useless. Celes put it on the coat rack
in time to see that the other mephit had already removed the
first three clasps of her robe. One more clasp, and she just
put her arms down by her side. The robe slid off, into the
floor like a puddle. She stepped out of it and turned around
to face Celes. Celes looked up and down this voluptuous example
of a girl mephit. Her legs were sculpted, covered in obsidian
black fur all the way to her inner thighs, which had white
fur all the way up her tummy cresting between her ebony velvet-furred
breasts, which were D-cup at least, very large and firm and
youthful. This girl could be no more than 25 years old, if
that much. Celes blushed
just slightly, having caught herself staring at the skunkette's
breasts, which were a good two cup sizes larger than hers.
Celes sat on the far end of the couch and nodded to the other
skunk to sit down. She did so, taking her long, full, fluffy
tail and draping it over her lap, blushing deeply. "Now…"
resumed Celes, "… let's start out easy… nothing about
your problem first while we let you warm up. My name is Celes.
What's your name?" She leaned back in the couch, comfortably,
crossing her legs, her hands over her knee, looking into the
skunkette’s tear-soaked eyes intently to try and judge her
level of comfort before asking her what drove her through
the freezing rain, barely dressed, to her door. The other
mephit inhaled shakily and said, with a slight blush still
in her cheeks,
"Is… Is named Yomanimurashi Tamblin,”
she stated. "You is can call me Yona." she said,
nodding. Celes nodded slowly. Definitely not a local skunk.
She scooted a bit closer to seem less like she was
trying to avoid the customer.
Celes answered with that soft feathery voice again.
"Ahh... Yona it is then. Calm down…
let yourself relax. Dry your tears." she said, giving
Yona a tissue. "I will help you in any way I can. It's
what I do for a living, okay? Do you need a drink? Some scotch?
Gin?" she asked. Yona shook her head softly.
"No… no is… no is be thirsty."
She wrung her tail out as if in demonstration of why. Water
cascaded onto the floor. Celes smiled softly and nodded.
"Of course, of course." She leaned
in closer, to make sure it seemed her attention was focused
on Yona's problem. "Now… you can tell me. What is it
that is troubling you so? I take it that you would not normally
go running through this kind of weather. Don't worry… I am
not a police officer. You can tell me anything … just be truthful
and I will be able to help you, okay?" she said. It was
her usual line, after all. Yona sat up and dropped her tail,
which lay limply at her feet, still damp. The scent of her
wet fur was accentuated by the scent of a female skunk, which
already had a tendency to fill the shop. But Yona's was even
stronger, with being warm and wet. She stopped shivering.
"Is… Is can't… is be scared of telling.
If is tell, is… Is will lose everything! I… is can Celes help
Yona with Yona no telling? Is can … help anyway?" Yona
asked. Her yes were inquisitive, intense and bright. She whipped
her head a bit; shaking what little water was left running
down her face away. Her striped ponytail whipped over the front of her body, between
the impressive swells of hr breasts. Celes inhaled deeply.
She did not have time for romance with guys. Perhaps that
is why the thought even entered her head to pursue one with
this girl… because she had NOT been involved in years. She
shook away the thought and then lowered her head.
"No, Yona, you really do need to tell
me. I can't help you if I have no idea what is going on. We
could both face a lot of problems or even danger if I go in
not knowing." Celes said slowly, and softly, trying to
be as reassuring as she could be. She scooted closer again,
to be there in case Yona felt it necessary to whisper it so
she could not be overheard or recorded on a tape recorder. Yona blushed softly, and sniffled, wiping her eyes.
"Is… Is not… trust anyone. Is can't.
Is was told not too… when is had to start with mission… but…
but is failing. Everything… is out of Yona's control now.
Is… Is can't do it alone. I is need your help… and only yours…
but… but is can't tell you why or what… not until is completed
mission. Is only have one more thing is have to do… but… is
can't do it." She leaned softly against Celes again,
and sniffled heavily, as if she were about to sob again. "I
is be so very lots scared… is alone… is need help," she
whimpered. Celes blushed deeply and put an arm around the
nude Yona. She swallowed softly. In her mind she cursed herself.
This was ridiculous. Why on earth was this arousing her? She
felt that warm tingle along her breasts, her inner thighs
and her loins. It was so strong. Like heat flowing through them. She had never
been affected by a girl this way before. She wriggled a little
on the couch and placed her chin on Yona's shoulder. She said
in soft, sensitive words,
"Oh Yona… Yona it's okay. I'm here for
you. I won't tell anyone, I promise. We will keep the secret…
we will take care of this together, I promise. You can trust
me. If you could trust no one else in the city you could trust
me. Tell me how I can help you," she said, her hand on
Yona’s shoulders, as she looked at her, waiting for Yona to
look into her eyes so that she knew that this skunk was telling
her the truth. Celes had never violated the confidence of
a client. Yona looked up and licked her lips slowly. Her long,
perfect, pink tongue, wetting them, her panting having dried
them out a bit. This sent a sharp tingle up Celes' spine.
Yona spoke softly, under her breath, in a whisper as well.
"Is… Is have no way of know… if is can
trust you. Is have no way to know if is care `bout Yona, and
not `bout… about being paid more," she muttered under
her breath. "I is so very much confused… and scared.
Is… Is not know… I is not be sure if I is can trust you yet…
enough for tell you." The nude mephit leaned closer to
Celes with each word, as if to speak softly. Celes felt a
tingle run through her again and simply could no longer hold
it back. She had to know… she had to really know. Without
control, she leaned in and pressed her lips to Yona's, who
gasped sharply, going ridged. Celes closed her eyes tight,
holding the kiss, simply for having time to think of how to
explain what she just did and why. Why would she EVER do something
like that with a client? She would not do it to a male… why
a female? Celes thought a mile a minute to try to explain
herself. To comfort Yona. Yes, that is it. If Celes did not
genuinely care outside the bills, she could not just kiss
Yona. Only someone who CARED would kiss them to comfort them
and quiet their crying. That
is what she would say, but before she could pull away to say
it… Yona threw her arms around Celes!
Celes mmmmed softly into the embrace, unable to take
her lips away now… and wanting to take them away even less.
Yona kissed back firmly. Celes was thankful as she put her
arms around Yona too. This would save a LOT on explaining,
if Yona wanted it too. Celes was no longer thinking about
how to explain it. She was no longer even thinking about the
problem. How long had it been since she last expressed herself
like this? Too long. She pressed Yona back a little and she
laid into the couch, her breathing speeding up, becoming more
shallow, as her paws wandered slowly up and down Celes' back
and shoulders. Celes pulled away finally… to catch her breath.
Yona laid on her back on the couch, her breasts slowly rising
and falling, still shining with wetness from the rain. Her nipples were tight, wrinkled and hard,
pink islands on a sea of velvet black, begging to be touched.
Celes stopped her hand with great effort from moving and looked
at Yona. Yona looked back, her eyes half shut, looking rather
lusty. Celes said, in a soft, feathery and shaky tone.
"N… now do you trust m… me? Only someone
who genuinely cares can go that far to… to comfort someone."
She found herself blushing. If this got out, she would be
in a lot of hot water. She still felt the heat of her arousal
throbbing deep inside with her heartbeat. Yona arched her
back, her breasts hefted up slightly, as her tail coiled around
Celes' waist. She shook her head.
"Is… Is trust you… but… is want for
be held more… is be scared. Is just want for be held longer
like this… is feel… nice," she said, a slight blush over
her muzzle. Celes felt herself become heavy and her body fell
back against Yona's. She could not help it. Their lips met
again and Celes ended up on all fours over the wet skunk on
the couch, her blouse getting soaked as her front pressed
to Yona. Yona slid her paws under the back of Celes' shirt
and began to toy with the clasp of her bra. Celes gasped softly
as she felt herself immediately become wet at the feeling
of those jittery, cold, inexperienced paws working the clasp.
It released, making her breasts feel less pressured.
Celes coooed very slightly, unable to believe this
was happening, but finding herself unable to turn back. She
could not afford to upset the mephit now. She already had
grounds to file charges against her. So Celes would see this
through to the end… whatever that may be.
She finally let one of her hands find Yona's chest,
her hand squeezing a heavy breast tentatively.
The spotted skunkette released a shuddering sigh as
Yona managed to do the same thing, squeezing one of Celes'
more modest breasts. Yona's pert, pink nipple pinched between
Celes' fingers as the detective skunk lowered her muzzle,
and took the opposite nub into her searing hot muzzle. Her
heart raced faster and faster. It was like a dream from which
she would never wake. She felt the slow rolling of Yona's
passionate feminine paw on her breast. So good… no male ever
made her feel like that. Yona knew where to touch. Had she
done this before? Celes gasped again through her nose as she
suckled the tingling teat of her client… as she felt her skirt
unclasp. An eager, strong mephitine tail drew down that skirt
slowly, until it was all the way off. Celes began to shake
a little, with a little fear, and a lot of excitement. This
skunk was going to take it all the way. Celes had perhaps
had one or two thoughts about it. But never anything serious…
and now… Celes turned
around slowly on the couch, still on all fours. She got up
on her knees and pulled off her blouse and her vest, leaving
herself with just panties. She then lowered to her hands and knees again
over Yona's body. Her head level with her hips and Yona's
chest level with Celes'. Celes gasped and cried out a sharp,
excited trill. Yona had brought her paw up carefully to her
inner thigh, and then bushed straight up and over the cleft
of her sex through her panties with her thumb, a single powerful
tease to the investigating mephit. Celes lowered her head,
taking in the scent of another girl's sex. She could not believe
what was happening. This was beyond anything she could even
dream up. She placed
a paw, cupping it, over Yona’s sex feeling the heat, reserved,
still somewhat scared to just… to just… do what girls who
did this did to each other.
Celes' mind tore six ways from Tuesday when she felt
her panties slide down and a cool, wet nose press right into
her sex. Yona aggressively nuzzled at her sex, making Celes
want to lurch forward to get away, it was moving to quick,
but her muscles did not work right. Her brain did not work
right. She went backwards, harder into that pleasuring muzzle,
as she released a tormented moan. So wet. She was already so wet. And she felt the wetness
seeping from Yona. Celes placed her middle and ring finger
on her sex, and spread Yona’s labia around them, slowly working
them up and down, sliding in that wet, hot valley.
Celes' breasts ached and she brought her now wet fingers
to her nipples, feeling her nipples wet with Yona’s juices,
and then cold and aching even more for touch. Celes pressed her fingers back to Yona, rewarding
her in like fashion to the pleasure she was receiving as the
client pressed her nose in slow, massaging circles in Celes'
sex. The detective squeezed and played with her breasts again,
wanting so badly to be able to do that and pleasure the other
skunk at the same time. Celes arched her back a bit and moaned
LOUDLY as she felt a long, slick, satin tongue slide past
her labia, deep into her tunnel. It stayed there a while,
just wiggling, causing Celes' breathing to speed up three
times in a few seconds, before just sliding up and down over
her sex. Celes rocked her hips slowly now. There was no getting
around it. She was enjoying it. Her first lesbian experience…
and she might never go back.
Celes lowered her head, feeling how good that tongue
was. It was better than any toy Celes had used on those cold,
boring lonely nights or any male that she had ever been with
on the not so lonely, not so cold nights. Celes brought a
wet finger to her muzzle and touched a fingertip with her
tongue to see what it tasted like. If it were not too gross
she would be willing to return the favor. Kind of tangy… kind
of salty, Celes thought as she sucked on her finger. Not bad.
Not bad at all. She could deal with that, and with that she
lowered her head… and Yona moaned out LOUDLY to the touch
of Celes' tongue on her sex. Celes' tongue was thicker, not
as long, but it was still enough. Celes pressed her middle
and index finger into Yona as she swirled her tongue over
the nub that she knew, for all those nights alone, how to
work with. Yona began to slowly thrust her hips. Celes moaned
deeply again, the act of pleasuring this girl even more erotic,
and driving her even more wild. Yona began sliding her tongue
in and out, stabbing into Celes' depths with it, the two skunkettes
in a perfect 69 position on the couch now, with no signs of
letting up. The heat was building. Celes could feel it growing
in her thighs. Faster, deeper… she wanted more. She called
out softly, over Yona’s sex,
"Y… Yes Yona… that… that's perfect.
I… I like it… oh yes… I like it… so good!" She shut her
eyes tightly, holding still a moment as the skunkette’s tongue
lashed her sex. After how long it had been between lovers,
Celes could simply not hold back. She did not have a chance.
Almost as soon as she felt it approach she was screaming with
climax. Her entire body felt shocked by it and she threw her
head back, eyes shut so tight that tears streamed down her
face. She could not
breathe. She could not even inhale again. Celes managed to
squeak out one final moan of ecstasy, before dragging in a
deep breath, and just shuddering. Yona was still writhing
beneath her. Unlike a guy, who just keeps going until he's
done, Yona still needed help. Celes snapped back into reality,
and in a fuzzy haze of approaching afterglow, she began pumping
her fingers in and out of the panting mephit, who brought
her muzzle away from Celes' soaking pussy, her burning clit
now left alone. Celes lowered her head again and eagerly lashed
her tongue on that little solid nub, teasing it with her tongue
tip rapidly, slitting back and forth, as her fingers slipped
faster and faster, in and out of Yona’s body. The wet sounds
of sex rang loud in the normally quiet office. Overhead, the
ceiling fan still spun, the office unchanged except for the
two going at it on the couch. Yona began to pant heavily,
holding Celes' hips, and squeaking with need as the other
skunk picked up speed again. Celes was panting too, from the
efforts of pumping her long, well-used fingers in and out
of Yona’s tight, steamy depths. Finally, Yona cried out,
"Oh… Oh… Is gonna… is going for cum!!"
she squealed, her body lurching against the powerful strokes
in and out of her body. Celes felt her own body lush with
heat, her desire well known to her, now to make Yona cum.
To give her what she just got. Yona threw back her
head, her muzzle still directed at Celes' sex, and she released
a high pitched, powerful *YEWL!* and wetness surged from the
skunk as she convulsed, nearly throwing herself and Celes
onto the floor. The
detective skunk managed to keep her and her client on the
couch, until she calmed down, panting heavily, her head resting
on the throw pillow, her cheeks still soaked and glistening,
while the rest of her body is just moist. Celes slowly sits
up, still shaking a bit from that wild, first time experience.
She looks to Yona, and asks softly, as the skunkette lays
on her back, legs spread, still panting,
"Well… Whew… That was… a lot of fun.
I am sure… you are a bit more relaxed now. Perhaps we can
talk about your secret? And find a solution for you?"
Celes asked, handing Yona a tissue or two to dry her face.
Yona sat up slowly, and wriggled a bit until she was off the
couch. The client
skunk slowly got to her feet and picked up her robe.
She carefully slid it back on, even though it was still
very wet. Celes looked at Yona curiously.
"What… are you doing?" she asked. Yona walked
to the door, smiling warmly. Smugly.
"Yona's mission… was to get the last
item on the teams scavenger hunt list. The list said we had
to get something that was one of kind from down town, but
we is no can have anything for show for it. So we is think…
what is we can get that we would still have nothing when we
is take from down town… and Yona is just figured it out. Yona
is have nothing for show for it… but is took wonderful one
of a kind memory from down town. Is thank you…" and with
that the door swung shut. The rain no longer fell outside.
The office was one again quiet and empty, except for Celes.
Who slowly got dressed and staggered to her office chair.
She picked up her case log and detailed the account. The case
entitled "In Black and White” The crime? What crime…
yes… the theft of Celes' heart. On the coat rack a worn, wet,
pitiful sun hat still hung.
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Fin