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Robert let out a sighed, "So how was the flight?" as his eyes swept the train station. The tiger rolled his shoulders and pressed his knees against his suitcase. He was dress casual, somewhere between local and traveler. Plain shirt, khakis, ring stowed away, sandals, and to round it out. A plain, old hut good suitcase.

His wife rumbled from the phone, "Long, but good. The cubs kicked up a bit of a fuss, but Mom was here to help out. We're all settled down in the hotel suite now." Jennifer breathed out a sigh and moved around the room, probably pacing to stretch her legs. "It's a nice suite. Bet you'll be ready to just go face down into the bed when you get here. You sound exhausted."

He chuffed a laugh, "Yeah, was burning the midnight oil on this deployment, and then getting told I'd have to take a train to the ceremony? No airports within reasonable distance. Not unless I wanna pay for the car ride out. Icing on the cake. It's an overnight train though, so I'll get some sleep at least." Some being the emphasis. He wasn't able to get a private sleeper, but a roomette should be good enough. Dining might be a problem, but he had a bit before the train got there.

A sympathetic noise then a casual, "I ran into your boss. Yuki I think?"

"Not boss exactly. Direct contact within the company who is above me in the chain of command... Yeah, boss might work."

"Ah, she had called herself your boss and laughed before clarifying. Seems nice enough, has a cute kid and very uptight nanny with her."

Robert leaned back in his chair, "Yeah, she decided she wanted a kid a while back. Went through some donor lists." Him, the donor list was him. Publicly, Yuki had gone on a search through banks and donor lists across the country, and even a little abroad. A trip over the weekend at a clinic had netted her a lovely little boy several months later. It was all stage play of course. Yuki loved her little scenes and acting out things. Hell, his first day as a consultant ended up with him balls deep in her repeatedly. She'd wanted him for more than just his technical expertise, and didn't mind that he was married. He didn't care either, so long as it didn't blow back on him.

Jessica breathed, "Oh, she's the one, I remember now. I thought I remembered you mentioning that a while back. Had felt it itching the back of my head all day." Some sound of fussing in the background, "Oh, that's Celina waking up. She's been teething horribly."

"Tell the kiddos I love them. I'm gonna grab some food before the train gets here." He blew a kiss at the phone, "Love you."

"Love you too."

He was tempted to call up Yuki and growl at her for talking to Jessica. They'd kept it secret for months now. While there wasn't a deficit of tigers, some people had gotten suspicious that he showed up, and months later, the hare/serval had a strangely striped child? Their coworkers had laughed it off and joked plenty. Yuki herself even teased that Robert wasn't her type. Only to end up at his apartment, begging him to fuck her brains out that night.

Ears perked as he looked at the time. No time for that really. Besides, she'd only get off on it if I call her up to chew her out. His stomach rumbled and the tiger sighed. Food first.

"Come on, can't believe it," Emma was sweating as she hurried into the station. Her train was only in a few minutes, but she knew well enough it was probably going to be a shade late. Which, even if she missed it, she could get the next one. No big, she wasn't in any rush to get anywhere. Not with her gap year backpacking.

No, the rush was because of her current state of things. Her heat had crept up on her without warning. Well, there had been warning but she'd brushed it off. Now she was rushing to get to the little stores within the station. Get some food, drinks, and most importantly, heat pads. There should be some in the shops. They had everything from souvenirs to food and common medicine.

Luckily, there was a general store right inside the station. She skidded in, shoes skidding on the tile. The clerk looked up at her and made a slight face before going back to something neutral and welcoming. Oh she knew she was quite the sight. Shorts, her favorite boots, a loose fitting shirt, and her backpack that carried nearly everything she needed. Then there was her hair and tail. Long, straight hair the same dark black as her pelt, dyed a vibrant red. At least half of it was. Between being out and about, and the style, only the lower hair was still that red. Which matched the top of her tail. Both that vibrant, almost neon, red.

"Hello," she chuffed, nodded, and all but dove into the shelves. Scanning quickly as she paced. Tail twitching behind her as she stalked the cramped store. Drinks and snacks stood shoulder to shoulder with boxes and packs of gift snacks, medicines, and trinkets. Just as she thought, tucked onto a shelf between some herbal remedies and shampoo was a rather plain box and a nondescript label. Heat pads, or at least the locks equivalent. Judging from the label, it was lavender scented. "What is it with them and scenting these?" she muttered under her breath. Tail twitching as she crouched low to look.

That was a mistake.

Crouching the low pulled her shorts tight and ground panties against her heat swollen mound. Emma bit her lip to keep from snarling or panting. Even the cotton fabric pressing against her was almost unbearable. Her tail trembled behind her and hitched up out of some ancient instinct she couldn't suppress. She managed to just breath out a slight pant and shiver. "Focus... You've got a roomette so you can take care of the soon."

She tilted her head and tried not to move her hips as she looked. Double checking to make sure there wasn't any unscented pads around. Of course not. Lavender was better than nothing though, so she grabbed them and stood up carefully. Though even smooth, calculated movements couldn't stop the whisper of fabric across her nether region. Focus, keep moving. Get the pads, get to a bathroom.

She did just that. Paid for the pads; asked the, thankfully female, clerk where a restroom was; and got an understanding look. Out and down to the restroom, where she dropped her pack and peeled her clothes off. There was an extra set of underwear right on top in her back. Clean, dry, and not already sticky with estrus. Swap them out quickly, tuck a pad in, and she was good to go.