Contents: Suggestive, TG/TF.

It was the third can of the strangely tasty grape soda. The top was getting tinier, the jeans were hugging tighter, and the new tail was getting longer.

As he called his best friend for an emergency ride back home, Ted couldn’t stop himself from smoothing out another dollar bill and feeding it into the machine: his throat was feeling hot and scratchy in a way he knew only the sugary, fizzy elixir could relieve. Maybe that’s why his voice came out sounding squeaky and high-pitched when the call connected. He had to assure Ricky that it really was him as the next can clunked into the vending hopper.

“Hold on a second,” he said, putting the phone aside to leverage the aluminium tab until the thin metal shell was breached and a hiss of sweet, vaguely fruity carbonated mist tickled his nose. The cold, acidic concoction cooled and soothed his throat as he chugged half of the contents greedily.

She stopped and sighed as the comforting wave of tingling refreshment washed over her. The top got even smaller, or maybe its contents had plumped up again. Either way, more of her perky purple flesh bulged out and up from her chest playfully inviting all kinds of attention. She giggled in satisfaction before picking up the phone again.

“Sorry, had to take a sip. Anyway, when can you- huh? Nerdy girl? Well yeah, why wouldn’t I? Anyway, twenty minutes? Okay, guess I’ll be at the food court. See ya.”

She didn’t know what Ricky was so confused about. As she carried her dew-laden can back to her chair, she wondered if something was wrong with her friend. She hoped not, he had always been cute.

A long sip of the effervescent soda complemented her musing with another tingling wave, followed by a sudden belch that pushed its way up her throat. “Oop, not very lady-like of me,” she chuckled with a blush, though nobody was around to be offended. The mall wasn’t very crowded these days. Which was fine with her, since it meant nit having to brush her tail as much. She gave it a swish, thinking it was a little shorter than she liked. Why had she gotten it cut a knee-length? Never again, she resolved.

The last sugary drops of fizzy, grape-flavored liquid hit her tongue with the now-familiar accompanying tingle racing over her entire body. It seemed to linger just a little bit longer in the front of her jeans, naughtily teasing her. She thought about how much longer it would take for Ricky to get here and decided she needed another can of that amazingly delicious soda. But her purse was devoid of cash or loose change.

She craned her neck and looked around at the few shoppers milling around. There was a middle-aged woman dragging her daughter around, and elderly couple sitting on a bench, and- bingo! A young man with a few zits and an attempt at a moustache, kind of thing and shoulders hunched into his hoodie, looking like a recently captured chimp adjusting badly to the noisy crowd at the zoo.

She tugged her top down to reveal just a bit more cleavage, brushed some stray hairs away from her horn, and stood up to strut over in his direction. She was always a little awkward at flirting, but having a wide set of hips, a shapely butt, and a great rack made up for her social shortcomings.

He saw her approaching, tipped off by the rhythmic clicking of her heels against the tile floor, and his eyes widened until she worried they might collapse. His prominent Adam’s apple dipped in a perfectly executed nervous gulp. She could see his hormonally charged body reacting eagerly to the sight of her, prodding at the left leg of his tight jeans, and knew this would be easy.

“Hi,” she said sweetly, “I have a bit of a cash problem at the moment. Do you have any money I could borrow? I’d be glad to do you a… service industry return,” she cooed suggestively.

“Um, all I have is twenty,” he stammered out, unable to peel his eyes away from her. “J-just a twenty, I mean.”

“Ooo, that’s perfect!” she gasped with exaggerated glee, leaning in closer so that his gaze had to sink lower to follow the purple valley of cleavage. She knew the machine could break a twenty, just like she knew she could finish this guy off in less than five minutes. The strongly flavored soda would wash away the taste, and Ricky would never suspect. “Any chance you’d be willing to exchange that twenty, big guy?” she asked pressing in close and feeling him stiffen his posture at the bodily contact.

“Eh-exchange?” he asked nervously, mouth agape and eyes dilated, no doubt questioning his luck and her sincerity.

“For something that will blow your mind,” she promised, leaning her head on his shoulder and putting a hand on his inner left thigh to drive the point home. His shyness was quite endearing and she was sure this was going to be fun. If she somehow couldn’t make her case to Ricky, at least she’d be able to proverbially add a proverbial notch to her proverbial bed post before he got here.

“Sh-sh-sure thing!” the stranger gulped, smiling sheepishly and blushing hard enough to camouflage his acne. His sweaty hand landed on her butt and squeezed greedily.

She smiled, knowing this guy was inexperienced and pent up and it might not even take five minutes to clear him out once they were alone together. Though she’d probably try to draw it out just a little bit, just to feel like she wasn’t taking too much advantage of him. Didn’t want the poor guy to get regrets and start thinking he needed another chance, either. No sense leading him on, after all.

“Great!” she beamed at her awkward little meal ticket. She batted her eyelashes and gripped his waistband, pulling him towards the alcove where the mall’s restroom were hidden. “My throat’s getting a little dry, I’m glad you’re here to help me out!” She could almost taste that miraculously wonderful grape soda already.