Clio jumps as she feels something move underneath her, and is surprised as she’s lifted out of the water by a glowing blue tendril. Draped between a coil of magic, she gasps as Casey’s tongue slips between her thighs.

The mouse smirks at her, remarking “I thought, as a cat, you might not like the water that much.”

“Ah! Water is fine, as long as my head doesn’t get wet.” Clio’s dangling toes curl as the mouse goes to work on her wet pussy. The tongue laps at her folds before curling up to cup at her sensitive nub and suck gently at it. She moans, her tail flicking back and forth, “Fhhhuck! Ah-ah! Yeah keep doing that!”