Carnal Pt. 18

"Ohh Thistle Whistle!" A much too cheery voice called out, deafening the chimes of the front bell. Thistle was fortunate to find herself hidden in the back of her gallery. She was able to brace herself for a moment before the whirlwind found her.

It had been nearly two weeks since Archer had left. Even with Melody around she couldn't help but worry about him. She was stressed out enough that she despised anyone upbeat and cheery. But that voice belonged to Casey, one of her best customers and a genuinely sweet person. She couldn't ignore her.

Milo started to get up from his pottery wheel where she had been tutoring him for the last hour. She gently put a hand on his shoulder.

"I got this one. Keep going at it and if you mess up again, we'll start over when I'm done." She instructed.

"Got it, boss lady." He replied using the compromise instead of calling her ma'am.

Thistle headed to the front, wiping her hands clean as she did. Casey was there, the racoon with a beaming smile and unable to stand still. She claimed it was a side effect of her job. Having to run around to cater to the rich who always wanted something. Thistle had a suspicion that she used her job as an excuse for her high energy.

"Hey, Casey." Thistle said, customer service mode engaged. Though she was a touch rusty with Milo handling the front more these days.

"Another rich ass got you hunting for art?"

"Thistle!" Casey said bouncing over to Thistle and wrapping her in a hug. "You look amazing girl!"

Thistle escaped the hug and tried not to roll her eyes. She knew that she had bags under her eyes. She had been struggling to find motivation to do more than the basics to keep up appearances. At least the clothes Archer got for her were nice.

"Thanks, and so do you. I'm guessing this is work instead of a social call since I don't see a bottle of wine for us to share."

Casey let out a dramatic sigh. "Sadly. My clients always love your work and it's been a hot minute since I've browsed your gallery."

"Hopefully they keep loving it, I'm a fan of big paychecks. Let me show you some new pieces and we got ceramics now if that interests you." Thistle slipped away, heading to the gallery floor.

"Ceramics? When did you have time to do that. You've always said you were too busy to work in other mediums."

"They're not mine. I took on an apprentice. He's a natural at them and has been practicing hard. He's even got a pottery wheel at home. Got a long way to go but a few of his pieces are worth testing the waters with. For a discount of course and without my name on them. Got some standards to keep after all."

Casey let out a whistle as she eyed up a sculpture Thistle had just completed called birds in flight. "Long term boyfriend and an apprentice. You're finally growing up girl."

"I have a girlfriend as well." Thistle corrected her. She had sworn she would never hide her partners or be ashamed of their unique relationship. She loved Melody as much as she loved Archer.

Casey turned wide eyed and stared at Thistle.

"Perhaps I should have brought the wine. I want to hear that story."

"Bring it and I'll tell." Thistle replied before gesturing to a shelf. "Anyway, here's my apprentices' work."

Casey's eyes darted over the shelf before locking onto one. Thistle thought she would like that piece. It was Milo's best work, and she had no shame in being proud of him.

It was a bowl shaped like a lotus flower, painted in shades of pink and white. Inside it were small ceramic flowers of all shapes and colors attached to rods she had made for him. When filled it would give an illusion of flowers floating on the water. A beautiful garden piece.

She had tried to tell him to keep it. It was his big first success and could help inspire him on days he was struggling. But he had insisted he wanted to see if it would sell. If his work had the potential to turn profit.

"Your apprentice made this?" Casey asked as she admired it. "I want this one for myself."

"Yup. He's here if you would like to be introduced."

"Yes, please." Casey turned with a smile. "And to tell him I'll be buying this."

"Let me get him then."

Thistle retreated quickly to the back. Her worries for Archer tempered as excitement flooded in. She was proud of Milo and wanted him to experience the joy of seeing people love his work. And sure enough the man of the hour was hard at work. Tongue sticking out as he shaped the clay.

"Hey, Milo. Time to learn new skills. A patron wants to meet you. She likes one of your pieces."

He stopped working, his finger going a touch too deep into the clay, ruining the piece. He'll have to start again. But he didn't seem to care as he looked at her with wide eyes.

"Me?" He asked, sounding genuinely shocked.

"This is part of the job. Come on."

She let him clean up before parading him up front. She found Casey looking at some of his other works, but she turned as she heard them approach. For a second the professional Casey vanished. Mouth slightly open, eyes a touch wider.

Is that what I think it is?

She looked back at Milo, who mirrored Casey's expression. Thistle felt the bubbling underneath. The attraction was clear now and adorable.

"Casey, this is Milo. He's a member of my pack and left his night job to apprentice for me. I think it was to experience life more."

"Yeah, oh um... hi." Milo stumbled over his words as he tried to compose himself.

"Hey!" Casey replied recovering much smoother. She was always a social butterfly. "I thought all employees here came lean framed and short. But here you are, tall and muscular."

Milo chuckled. "Thanks. My build helped with my last job as a bouncer."

Casey was clearly flirting but was Milo getting it? Thistle couldn't tell or decide if she wanted to egg this on. Milo deserved someone nice, and Casey was that. But did she want to play matchmaker? She was saved from her decision by the front bell as someone entered the store.

"I'll leave you two to talk about his pieces and I'll go handle that." She said. "Have fun!"

She headed to the door, giddy at thought of Milo finally finding someone. Schemes swirled in her mind of possible futures. But they all came to a halt in an instant when she saw it was her parents at the door.

"Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?" She exclaimed completely caught off guard.

"You know most people hug or say hi when they're surprised by their parents. Not act like they've just murdered someone." Her dad teased her with a smile. She smiled back but the joke hit a bit too close to home. Archer killed people and she accepted that. It was scary to even think about.

Her mom was quick to save the day though. "We wanted to surprise you. It's a big deal moving in with someone, so we brought you a housewarming gift."

"Aww thank you!" She said giving them both quick hugs. She didn't tell them that she was actually moving in with two people. She wasn't ashamed but her parents were old school and that would be difficult to explain on a good day.

"So, where is it?"

"In the car. I'm not lugging that thing around twice." Her dad spoke up. "Figured we could pick you up and drop it off at your new place."

They were nosey about her new place. She should have seen that coming. Luckily Melody was running an event and would be gone until well after midnight. She could at least avoid having the two partners talk until they came up with a game plan. Preferably when Archer was home.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Archer's out of town but I'd love to have you over." She turned back to the store. "Hey, Milo! I'm heading out for the day. When you guys wrap up you can just close the shop and head out."

"Got it, boss lady!" He called back.

Perhaps he would offer to take Casey out now that he was getting off work early. He deserved to have some fun. Just not too much. He was still an apprentice after all.

"Who's Milo?" Her mom asked, never wanting to be left out of the loop.

"My apprentice and part of my pack. But he's helping out a customer right now, so I'll have to introduce you two another day."

"Hold on. Your pack?" Her dad spoke up, ending her plans for a quick escape.

"Archer's and mine but yeah, it's not a big deal. Can we move on and head out?"

"Sorry but that sounds like something important to me."

Thistle couldn't help but sigh and turned to her mom for help. Luckily, she was on her side, putting a hand on her dad's back. "Come on, dear. It's better to grill her in the car where she can't escape."

It worked for now, but Thistle wasn't sure if it was help or a trap.

The drive to the apartment wasn't too bad despite her dad's hatred of city driving and ignoring directions. When they arrived at the apartment building, she got a look from her parents when she hit the penthouse button. Her dad was carrying her gift, a vintage cuckoo clock that belonged to her great grandmother. She had always wanted it despite the colors being garish. Melody would love it, but she had doubts Archer would be as fond of it.

Opening the door, she was surprised to find a trail of rose petals. Why were there rose petals inside her apartment? She heard soft music and on numerous surfaces she saw lit candles. Dancing in the gentle air of the air conditioning. Their light heighted by the darkness of closed blinds. Then it hit her.

"Oh, no!" She exclaimed out loud.

"Shit, you're home early!" Melody called out soft footsteps rushing towards them.

"I know you didn't want to do first date stuff since we knew each other before hand. But I still wanted to do something romantic." The snow leopard carried on, a tangent forming so Thistle couldn't get a word in. To save her from the doom that was approaching. And it was much worse than Thistle could have even imagined.

Melody appeared and Thistle's jaw dropped. Doom was underselling it. This was definitely not the time, but she looked incredible. Adorned in a sheer nightie, garter belt, stockings, and heels. Melody was a dream come true. Almost enough to forget that this was in fact a nightmare.

Melody looked horrified and confused. Thistle's parents looked equally as horrified. The snow leopard froze in place. Just then Thistle noticed that the nightie was see-through.

"Mels, your nightie!" Thistle shouted.

Melody let out a squeak and bolted, the bedroom door slamming shut. Leaving Thistle and her parents standing in the doorway in shock.

"That was... something. Who was that, Thistle?" Her dad spoke up, anger and confusion at the edges of his voice. It got Thistle moving.

"Look there is beer in the fridge and an open bottle of red wine. Please help yourselves and make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back." She started to scamper away, but three words stopped her.

"Thistle Marie Cromwell." Her mom said in a voice only mothers possessed. The kind that sent chills down any child's spine, young or old. "Please tell me this isn't what I think it is."

The child deep inside Thistle was surging forward. The one that knew to never disobey that voice. But it was overruled by a new one.

"It isn't. I'm going to go check on her then I'll explain everything. I promise."

She didn't wait a second longer before booking it for the bedroom. She was relieved to find the door unlocked. Inside there was a Melody shaped bundle hiding under the blankets.

"Wiggles?" Thistle asked as she cautiously approached.

"Please tell me that wasn't your parents." A voice muffled by the blankets answered back.

Thistle reached the bed, sitting softly to not bounce Melody. "Yeah, it was. Sorry. I appreciate what you were trying to do but I would have warned you if I knew if you were home."

Melody let out a noise. "I want to die."

"It's not that bad, Wiggles. I promise it will be funny story one day."

"I can't meet your parents after that."

"I'm sorry sweetie but you can't avoid them forever. They're important to me."

There was silence, moments passing before Melody spoke again. "Can I avoid them for today?"

"I don't think that will go well."

More silence, Melody clearly thinking. "Can I change?"

Thistle couldn't help but laugh at that. "I would recommend doing that. I'll go back and explain everything to them. You can come out when you're ready. Love you."

"Love you too."

Thistle left the room and headed out to face the music. Her parents weren't sitting, and her dad hadn't taken the free beer. That wasn't a good sign. Would Archer mind if she offered him one of his fancy liquors? Either way it was too late to offer.

"I'm sorry about that. Melody will join us in a second."

"I think you need to tell us what is going on Thistle." Her dad said in a low and angry voice.

"Yeah, I know. So, I guess I should start by telling you that I'm bi. Mels was the one to help me figure that tidbit out."

"So, what you sleep with her when Archer is away? We raised you better than that." Her dad was full on boiling under the surface. She needed to calm him down fast or he wouldn't listen at all.

"No. Look in life and in packs there are different types of relationships. Me, Melody, and Archer are all together. One couple. I promise you if Archer was here, he would back me up. Then tease us to no end about all this afterwards."

An idea popped into her head, and she pulled out her phone. A picture of Archer on her lock screen popped up and then one of Melody on her home screen. There had been a debate about who got to be which one. But she needed better proof. She flicked through the photos and found what she needed. One where they were both kissing her cheeks. She handed it to her dad who looked and then handed to her mom.

"So, you're dating both of them?" He mom asked, sounding confused but not mad. It was a start.

"Yes, mom."

"Isn't that hard to do?"

A door opened saving Thistle from answering that question. Melody came in head hanging and wearing one of Archer's t-shirts with black sweatpants.

"Mom. Dad. This is my girlfriend, Melody."

"Hi." Melody spoke with a small wave, not letting awkward silence settle. Still, it was clear she was embarrassed. Her normally bouncy self nowhere in sight.

"I'm sorry about all that. I told Thistle I was working to surprise her, but I was the one who got surprised it seems."

She sounded like she may cry or run. Probably both. Thistle started to move to comfort her, but her mom beat her to it. She could never stand a sad face, and she wrapped Melody in a tight hug. Melody was quick to return the gesture.

"We've all been there, dear. I doubt Thistle wants to know the amount of times she nearly caught us." She said, letting go with a chuckle. "I don't understand all this but you clearly both care about each other. And if Archer is okay with it, how can I judge."

Thistle buried that horrifying fact and watched her dad step up. "Hug or handshake? I admit I only trained for my daughters to bring boys home.

"Hug, please." Melody replied sounding so small.

Her dad was quick to give her one before putting his hands on her shoulder.

"If you two get hitched this will be a wedding story just so you know."

Melody smiled. "I figured as much so I can't wait to hear it."

A beep interrupted, saving everyone from seeing how red Thistle's cheeks turned at that. It came from the kitchen.

"That would be the romantic dinner I was working on." Melody explained.

"We can go." Mom offered. "It's clear you put effort into all this. We wouldn't want to run your work."

"No please, stay." Melody replied. "I made way too much food and need to catch up with Archer in your approval. To keep things fair of course."

Eyes turned to Thistle giving her the last word. "Please stay. I want you to get to know Melody. She's as important to me as Archer is."

"Well, I won't turn down free beer and food." Her dad answered. "Besides it would be nice to have a daughter one day that treats me with respect." It was all that was needed to banish the last of the tension.

Her parents left after eight. Her mom gave Melody a peck on the cheek. Which her dad followed up with a long hug. The apartment was a mess and quiet after they left, but Melody was bouncing again. It took some time for Thistle to convince her to relax in bed.

"I can't believe your parents like me." Melody kept whispering as they cuddled while watching some mindless show.

Thistle kissed her on the cheek. "How could they not? You're the sweetest, best girlfriend."

"Yeah, but parents tended to hate me in the past. And they didn't even have that bad of a first introduction."

Thistle repositioned to be on top of Melody straddling her lap.

"It was sweet and romantic, not a fuck up. And they could tell that."

"They could see my boobs, Spitfire." Melody answered back.

"Well yeah but... okay I can't argue that. So do I have to meet yours at some point?"

"Twice actually. Divorced and remarried. So, double the parents. Got to make it hard for you."

"You can't get hard for me, sweetie. We need Archer for that." Thistle teased.

"Smartass. Perhaps I should change that to a sore ass."

"Or hear me out." Thistle countered, leaning down close. Inches from her love's mouth. "Let me take charge tonight."

Melody got a look of surprise. "Don't you hate being in charge?"

"Don't get me wrong I'm a submissive one hundred percent. But I like to be in charge once in a blue moon. Mostly just to make a point."

"So not one hundred percent then?" Melody teased.

"Shut up. Are you game?"

"Only for you but if you start being evil, I'm paying you back tomorrow tenfold."

"Agreed."

With that Thistle leaned down, tenderly kissing Melody. But nothing stayed slow with them. Melody took the chance to nip at her lip and fire flamed in the kiss. Thistle took the side of her girlfriend's head and pressed her tongue deep into her mouth. Reminding the snow leopard who was in charge now.

"Is this all you got planned?" Melody teased when they gasped for air.

"You wish. Stay here and strip." Thistle ordered. Taking charge felt weird but she needed to show Melody how much she appreciated her.

"Yes, ma'am." Melody said teasingly, clearly not taking this seriously.

She got off of Melody and headed into the walk-in closet. They had everything they could need in here for her plans.

She started to go through their dresser drawer by drawer, picking items as if shopping. But then something came to the front of her mind. Where was the fun without a surprise or two.

"Put on the blindfold that's in the bedside table when you're done. Then lay in the center of the bed." She called out.

"Bossy, bossy." was Melody's reply, but she still heard the drawer open. Bratty but following orders. It just made Thistle want to prove herself more to Melody that she could do this.

Thistle returned to the bedroom, armed for battle. Melody had actually listened, lying in the center of the bed naked and blindfolded.

"Wow you can behave, good girl." She teased, setting her choices down. Melody responded with a middle finger.

"Aw you were so well behaved. Guess it's time to punish you instead." There was thrill to this. The fact that she had control was part of it but the trust, that did something for her. She wanted to reward Melody for that trust in a way she would enjoy.

She picked up a spreader bar, the perfect tool for the job she had in mind. It didn't take long to set up with Melody's lack of resistance. It seemed only her mouth was going to act up. So, in minutes Thistle had her girlfriend's legs spread open nice and wide.

"All this big talk and that's all you got." Melody commented, wiggling against the bar.

"You know it's tempting to put a gag in that smart mouth of yours."

"Why don't you then?"

Thistle walked over picking up another toy. "Because I want to hear all your little gasps and moans when you realize how much you love this."

"Sure, lo- "Her words cut off with a yelp as Thistle placed a clamp on her nipple.

"Fuck." Melody whined, but her pussy was on show now. Thistle could see how much she was enjoying this.

Thistle was quick to place the other clamp, the snow leopard's whines driving her on. However, these clamps weren't just for her nipples. She let the cold metal brush against Melody's stomach going lower. Then with one last clasp she placed it on her girlfriend's clit.

"Fuck!" She screamed in both pleasure and pain.

"Still want to mouth off?" Thistle asked, brushing a finger up from Melody's stomach. All the way up her neck, catching the chain.

"Maybe..." Melody responded.

"Stubborn as always. Well, I'll just have to shut you up in my own way. But first..."

She grabbed a Velcro band and a vibrating wand. It was time for some revenge. Melody was nothing if not a tease, always dragging things out. Thistle was finally getting payback. She strapped the wand to Melody's leg, gently pressing it against her soaked pussy. Then she turned it onto the lowest speed.

It was enough to get the snow leopard to whine and wiggle. Making the clamps and chains move, forcing more pain from them. She honestly didn't know if Melody liked pain, but she hadn't said her safe word yet. Her voice occupied by sweet noises and pants. Thistle knew all too well what she was feeling. That need to cum without being able to. At least not until Thistle got off first.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling Melody once more. But she moved higher up her body, placing her sex right above Melody's mouth. She could feel the heat from her pants, forcing pleasure to surge up into her. She had never ridden someone's face before, but it was a day of firsts.

"You know what to do, love" she said, lowering her body so her soaked pussy was pressed against Melody.

And Melody wasted no time. Her tongue dragged against Thistle's sex. The coarse sandpaper like quality enhancing it. Then she buried her tongue between Thistle's lips, digging deep into her core. The snow leopard was feasting on her and doing it well.

Her orgasm rushed out of her, thighs crushing Melody's head. She lost control of her body as she fell into ecstasy. Melody still hadn't stopped her assault. She kept eating Thistle as if she would get her own release from it. A second orgasm barreled into Thistle, whimpers escaping her own lips.

She understood now what Melody was doing. Controlling her from the bottom. Thistle may have been the one choosing everything, but she didn't control Melody. The snow leopard would snatch whatever she desired. And she proved it by slowing down when Thistle came to after the second orgasm.

She slid off her girlfriend, cheeks flushing red at seeing how soaked she had left her face. She debated stopping and giving control back to Melody. But no, she had one more plan. She had a hunch the snow leopard had another monster dildo around the apartment. She had taken Thistle's request for Archer to steal the first one too lightly. And sure, enough, Thistle had found it as she selected her toys. The wand against Melody's pussy was just to get her ready.

It took a bit of fiddling to get the harness on, but she eventually figured it out. She secured the dildo to the harness with no issues. It was bright pink with thick ridges going down its massive, curved length. It even had fake balls but that wasn't the most interesting part. It had a tube running through it for fake cum which Thistle had found. She was going to breed her girlfriend.

She got on the bed, taking away the wand and its strap while ignoring Melody's protests. She would be happy soon enough.

"My love, could you answer a question for me?" She asked sweetly.

"What?" was Melody's quick response.

"Have you ever been bred?" Melody didn't reply, just inhaled air as if her lungs were empty. So, Thistle carried on.

"It's quite fun, I highly recommend it. Would you like to try it? Say yes if you want me to breed you." She was finally giving up her surprise, letting Melody know what she had found.

"Yes." Melody said after a few seconds of thought. "I want to try it." It was all Thistle needed.

She was slow at first, letting Melody adjust. But her girlfriend was soaked, it slid in with such ease. Soon she was balls deep. Melody had taken the toy so beautifully. Gasping with each ridge and grinding against it. And Thistle was about to start thrusting.

She had never tried this before, the motion foreign to her. But the rush she got as she rolled her hips made her an addict. Feeling the dildo slip out of Melody and plunge back in. It was beautiful. She couldn't hold back, thrusting hard and fast. And soon Melody was shaking on her dildo with an orgasm. But Thistle was nowhere near ready for the grand finale yet.

She kept fucking her girlfriend, not giving her a break. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths as she went in and out, in and out. Melody was screaming, claws tearing into the sheets as orgasm after orgasm was torn out of her. Her fur was covered in sweat, her thighs sticky with her arousal. Thistle had turned her into a proper mess. It was finally time.

She slowed her thrusts just like Archer did right before cumming, the only warning she was giving. Then with a primal grunt she slammed it as deep as it could go. She grabbed the pump, releasing a surge of fake cum into Melody. She kept squeezing, shooting pump after pump inside her until it was spilling out.

With a squishy plop she withdrew out of Melody, admiring her work. She had destroyed her girlfriend who laid there gasping for air. She wished she could take a picture to save this moment. There wouldn't be many like it, so it was special. She could show Archer too. But no, this was a time to live in the moment. To cherish the special relationship, she had found in the depths of a sex club.

She removed the clamps as carefully as she could. Then the blindfold followed suit. Melody's wide blue eyes blinked in the harsh light, but a dazed smile graced her girlfriend's lips. Thistle leaned down and kissed her slowly and lovingly.

"I love you." Was all that was said, and all that was needed.

Authors Note:

Hi everyone. Thank you so much for reading and all feedback. It has made this project all the more fun to work on. I wanted to apologize for the slow releases of late. Apparently a back injury and computer chair are not a good combination. Who knew? Hopefully the pace will pick up with both my stories, especially with Carnal edging closer to the end. Anyway, I hope you are all well and drinking lots of water.