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Well, truth to be told, this has been sitting in my documents for about 4 months now; i started it when i saw the arch plot and i knew i had to do some writing about it; problem is, my muse has the attention span of a goldfish and frequently loses focus
Anyway, to try and force myself into finishing this, i'll post the first part here so i have an actual reason to get to the finale. As most would probably guess, this one digs a little deeper into the Manila + Anthony arch, assuming Mani accepted the "prize" offered by our lucky fellow. Yes there will be yiffing involved (take it as good or bad news, your choice) so if furry mating scares you to death... what are you doing here?
Allright, enough with my ranting, lest we begin, shall we?
Chapter 1: the dawn of a 3rd date
“Boy I wonder if taking Joyce’s advice was the right thing to do… I wouldn’t be into so much trouble if I didn’t…” for the first time in quite a while, Manila was truly nervous; sure she had felt uneasy every now and then but this, this was a completely different kind: an unsettling mix of anxiety, expectation and of course, excitement, even if she was feeling like that, she was actually looking forward for what was going to happen
After deciding onto calling Anthony, she had a great time claiming her “prize” and before she knew it, they were on date two, which turned out to be even better, an experience she hadn’t had for a very long time and that, despite her nervousness or prejudices, she really enjoyed
And now there she was, sitting into the deadline of the third date’s threshold; she couldn’t even recall where exactly she stopped looking at the whole matter like an interesting series of events and instead approached it like a real date she was interested into; heck, she couldn’t just realize when did she decided to take it seriously, and make that third date a REAL “third date”, but there she was, getting ready for it
She took a long, deep breath as she stepped out of the shower after shaking the excess water off her fur, taking a huge towel to dry whatever remains were left. Her paw reached out to the mirror to wipe the steam off it and take a good look: the usual wrinkles and imperfections she always looked for were still there, but for some reason they seemed less notorious this time, her face looked more radiant, more glowing… in a word: younger. It was like she suddenly lost the years she so hardly tried to convince herself she aged; “maybe this is not so wrong… after all a fully grown woman also has needs right?” she whispered to herself in a low speech
She didn’t even had to moderate her voice, for she had the house for herself after all, Sarina was being babysitted as usual and there was no risk of her coming back with a bad timing, after all she loved being babysitted. Taking advantage of this, Manila stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but her silky fur heading to her room to get ready for her “appointment”, she still had little less than two hours to do so, but she liked being prepared
“Damn I feel like a teenage girl again, and not in the good way, it’s been such a long time since the last… I mean, what am I supposed to do? Should I just play the victim and let him have his way with me? But that wouldn’t be much fun, maybe if I helped him just a little bit, pointing him to the right direction, it’s not like I can just jump over him and… would that be such a bad idea?” she continued talking to herself as she scouted her room, taking a look around looking for something, even if she had no idea what exactly she was looking for
Truth to be told, she was feeling confused and she didn’t like the feeling. For a few minutes she sat on the edge of her bed daydreaming, trying to figure out what to do; “ok Manila you’re thinking this over way too much, you’re a grown girl, I mean woman, this is not your first time (and hopefully not Anthony’s first time either), you can do this!” and more determined than ever, she jumped back on her feet
At first she started dressing up like she used to, she took clean panties from a drawer and started looking for a bra in the other, gently pulling up the undies as she did, she picked up a soft, comfortable cotton bra and then took a look at the mirror; “… just what the hell am I thinking”
She hastily undressed as she made up her mind; “this is hard enough without wearing those passion killers, if I’m going to do this I’m doing it right” as she talked she opened the door of her closet, digging among the clothing and spreading them to reveal a second rack hidden behind the first one; “now decisions, decisions… we have red, white, this pink one maybe but… hey, blue is my colour after all, isn’t it?” she mumbled as she made up her mind
“Boy it’s been a while since I worn these for a man” she started taking out the plastic cover of a quite appealing lingerie set, coloured in deep ocean blue; “well… first things go first”
Taking a deep breath she took the panties, a semi-transparent thong that barely covered the front in a beautiful butterfly like pattern that got slimmer down the bottom, held in place by nothing but a thin string of lace and spandex that instantly disappeared between her buttocks, the feeling was not unfamiliar but she was not exactly used to it; “I don’t know how girls these days can walk around like this all day long”
She sat on the edge of the bed again, trying to get used to the feeling as she started putting on the stockings, little by little to make sure she didn’t scratch them, the least she wanted was an incomplete set at the worst possible time
Soon enough the silky cover wrapped around her legs as she stretched up any wrinkles that remained; the feeling of the soft fabric running below her fingers as she did this was more pleasurable than she could remember. She stretched her right leg in a quite seductive way as she caressed it all the way from her ankles to her tighs, which felt more firm than she expected them to be
“Now this” she took the garter belt and fastened it around her waist; just like her panties it was nearly see-thru in the same deep blue ocean colour with an intricate pattern that made actually seeing thru it difficult, but also interesting, shaped like a very, very short skirt that barely covered the bits of fur her panties left exposed, creating a tiny naked space between the two, she slowly took the spandex strings and tried to attach them to the stockings, her hands were slightly shaking
As she took another deep breath she got to finish the task at hand and kept going; “almost done…” she finally took the bra, solid coloured in the bottom and fading as it worked its way up her nipples where it became near transparent, shaped like a bouquet of blossoming roses towards the edges, showing nearly enough, but not quite everything one would like to see, seductive but not slutty
“Hey, not bad at all” she exclaimed satisfied as she took another look at the mirror; “now THAT is what I call an appropriate outfit” she bent forward, hand on her knees to get a good look of it all, then posing backwards with her hand on her waist as she turned her head to take a look at the rear angle, the panties were nearly invisible between her fur and her tail, but became more evident from the front, with the butterfly covering what the string left exposed on the back
“What if I…” she took the final piece of the set, a thin babydoll that blurred her figure behind a silky blue veil; her breasts had gotten larger since the last time she wore it, for it barely managed to cover her torso; “looking good, but I won’t be able to wear clothes with this one on” so she took it off, the babydoll would have to wait a bit more
With that matter finally taken care of, she realized she had taken little more than an hour making up her mind and choosing just the right lingerie, but after another look in the mirror she knew for sure it had been worth it, now she only had to choose what to wear over it but for some reason it didn’t feel like it was such a big deal, after all it would be the first thing to go down
After a bit of thinking she suddenly came to a decision, she had just purchased a casual strapless dress for Sari so she would realize her fashion sense was not that off, and it happened to be a light blue tone that would perfectly match her lingerie; “I’m sure I can get Sari something else”
Her bra was a strapless as well, so she had absolutely no problems on that part; the dress didn’t fit perfectly at first since it was originally for Sari, but after a tweak here and a pull there, it fit her just fine, so fine she could barely recognize herself in the mirror, it was almost like she lost a dozen years; “like what you see Anthony?” she winked an eye and started putting on some light makeup and a couple sprays of perfume, just enough so it would be noticeable but not so much it overwhelmed her own scent
Anyway, to try and force myself into finishing this, i'll post the first part here so i have an actual reason to get to the finale. As most would probably guess, this one digs a little deeper into the Manila + Anthony arch, assuming Mani accepted the "prize" offered by our lucky fellow. Yes there will be yiffing involved (take it as good or bad news, your choice) so if furry mating scares you to death... what are you doing here?
Allright, enough with my ranting, lest we begin, shall we?
Chapter 1: the dawn of a 3rd date
“Boy I wonder if taking Joyce’s advice was the right thing to do… I wouldn’t be into so much trouble if I didn’t…” for the first time in quite a while, Manila was truly nervous; sure she had felt uneasy every now and then but this, this was a completely different kind: an unsettling mix of anxiety, expectation and of course, excitement, even if she was feeling like that, she was actually looking forward for what was going to happen
After deciding onto calling Anthony, she had a great time claiming her “prize” and before she knew it, they were on date two, which turned out to be even better, an experience she hadn’t had for a very long time and that, despite her nervousness or prejudices, she really enjoyed
And now there she was, sitting into the deadline of the third date’s threshold; she couldn’t even recall where exactly she stopped looking at the whole matter like an interesting series of events and instead approached it like a real date she was interested into; heck, she couldn’t just realize when did she decided to take it seriously, and make that third date a REAL “third date”, but there she was, getting ready for it
She took a long, deep breath as she stepped out of the shower after shaking the excess water off her fur, taking a huge towel to dry whatever remains were left. Her paw reached out to the mirror to wipe the steam off it and take a good look: the usual wrinkles and imperfections she always looked for were still there, but for some reason they seemed less notorious this time, her face looked more radiant, more glowing… in a word: younger. It was like she suddenly lost the years she so hardly tried to convince herself she aged; “maybe this is not so wrong… after all a fully grown woman also has needs right?” she whispered to herself in a low speech
She didn’t even had to moderate her voice, for she had the house for herself after all, Sarina was being babysitted as usual and there was no risk of her coming back with a bad timing, after all she loved being babysitted. Taking advantage of this, Manila stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but her silky fur heading to her room to get ready for her “appointment”, she still had little less than two hours to do so, but she liked being prepared
“Damn I feel like a teenage girl again, and not in the good way, it’s been such a long time since the last… I mean, what am I supposed to do? Should I just play the victim and let him have his way with me? But that wouldn’t be much fun, maybe if I helped him just a little bit, pointing him to the right direction, it’s not like I can just jump over him and… would that be such a bad idea?” she continued talking to herself as she scouted her room, taking a look around looking for something, even if she had no idea what exactly she was looking for
Truth to be told, she was feeling confused and she didn’t like the feeling. For a few minutes she sat on the edge of her bed daydreaming, trying to figure out what to do; “ok Manila you’re thinking this over way too much, you’re a grown girl, I mean woman, this is not your first time (and hopefully not Anthony’s first time either), you can do this!” and more determined than ever, she jumped back on her feet
At first she started dressing up like she used to, she took clean panties from a drawer and started looking for a bra in the other, gently pulling up the undies as she did, she picked up a soft, comfortable cotton bra and then took a look at the mirror; “… just what the hell am I thinking”
She hastily undressed as she made up her mind; “this is hard enough without wearing those passion killers, if I’m going to do this I’m doing it right” as she talked she opened the door of her closet, digging among the clothing and spreading them to reveal a second rack hidden behind the first one; “now decisions, decisions… we have red, white, this pink one maybe but… hey, blue is my colour after all, isn’t it?” she mumbled as she made up her mind
“Boy it’s been a while since I worn these for a man” she started taking out the plastic cover of a quite appealing lingerie set, coloured in deep ocean blue; “well… first things go first”
Taking a deep breath she took the panties, a semi-transparent thong that barely covered the front in a beautiful butterfly like pattern that got slimmer down the bottom, held in place by nothing but a thin string of lace and spandex that instantly disappeared between her buttocks, the feeling was not unfamiliar but she was not exactly used to it; “I don’t know how girls these days can walk around like this all day long”
She sat on the edge of the bed again, trying to get used to the feeling as she started putting on the stockings, little by little to make sure she didn’t scratch them, the least she wanted was an incomplete set at the worst possible time
Soon enough the silky cover wrapped around her legs as she stretched up any wrinkles that remained; the feeling of the soft fabric running below her fingers as she did this was more pleasurable than she could remember. She stretched her right leg in a quite seductive way as she caressed it all the way from her ankles to her tighs, which felt more firm than she expected them to be
“Now this” she took the garter belt and fastened it around her waist; just like her panties it was nearly see-thru in the same deep blue ocean colour with an intricate pattern that made actually seeing thru it difficult, but also interesting, shaped like a very, very short skirt that barely covered the bits of fur her panties left exposed, creating a tiny naked space between the two, she slowly took the spandex strings and tried to attach them to the stockings, her hands were slightly shaking
As she took another deep breath she got to finish the task at hand and kept going; “almost done…” she finally took the bra, solid coloured in the bottom and fading as it worked its way up her nipples where it became near transparent, shaped like a bouquet of blossoming roses towards the edges, showing nearly enough, but not quite everything one would like to see, seductive but not slutty
“Hey, not bad at all” she exclaimed satisfied as she took another look at the mirror; “now THAT is what I call an appropriate outfit” she bent forward, hand on her knees to get a good look of it all, then posing backwards with her hand on her waist as she turned her head to take a look at the rear angle, the panties were nearly invisible between her fur and her tail, but became more evident from the front, with the butterfly covering what the string left exposed on the back
“What if I…” she took the final piece of the set, a thin babydoll that blurred her figure behind a silky blue veil; her breasts had gotten larger since the last time she wore it, for it barely managed to cover her torso; “looking good, but I won’t be able to wear clothes with this one on” so she took it off, the babydoll would have to wait a bit more
With that matter finally taken care of, she realized she had taken little more than an hour making up her mind and choosing just the right lingerie, but after another look in the mirror she knew for sure it had been worth it, now she only had to choose what to wear over it but for some reason it didn’t feel like it was such a big deal, after all it would be the first thing to go down
After a bit of thinking she suddenly came to a decision, she had just purchased a casual strapless dress for Sari so she would realize her fashion sense was not that off, and it happened to be a light blue tone that would perfectly match her lingerie; “I’m sure I can get Sari something else”
Her bra was a strapless as well, so she had absolutely no problems on that part; the dress didn’t fit perfectly at first since it was originally for Sari, but after a tweak here and a pull there, it fit her just fine, so fine she could barely recognize herself in the mirror, it was almost like she lost a dozen years; “like what you see Anthony?” she winked an eye and started putting on some light makeup and a couple sprays of perfume, just enough so it would be noticeable but not so much it overwhelmed her own scent