With the Lovers’ Woods Campgrounds Buildings complete, Shelly Williams was finally able to see the entire complex herself:
Where her old home was had been expanded to double as the offices for the new business, said office built to her size. Heavy wooden construction that could handle rough treatment with thick carpeting that truly quietened her steps - or would have if not for the hard rubber horseshoes. The other buildings actually built on the other side of the farmlands - and as far from the roads as was possible - a combination of single-couple one-storey homes and larger communal buildings to suit differing tastes.
Behind those buildings rested the swimming pool in the corner, open garden with outdoor tables and chairs, and a few carefully ‘decorated’ garden features and hedge surrounds that would allow some to enjoy themselves outside but still with some form of privacy.
The office itself was split into three distinct rooms, with the first being the main entrance/reception/booking room, next to it the meeting room and office where the pharmacy for the contraceptives could be purchased, and her own private office just next to that. And of course, the Notices detailing the conditions attached to her clearance for this venture posted throughout with more than enough additional copies if required/requested.
And now the first of the new arrivals were coming.
A horse couple that from their dress, had clearly just or very recently tied the knot.
He was a brown stallion with white stripe down the muzzle and hands with black mane and tail, a red suit and tie with yellow shirt. She had a lighter brown fur with her own mane (and possible tail though it couldn’t be seen) a golden-brown, in a white wedding dress that didn’t completely hold her impressive breasts. And both appeared to be derived from a ‘lighter’ built species.
“Hello, and welcome to the Lovers’ Woods Campgrounds.” Shelly greeted them warmly when they arrived in the Reception Room. “Mr and Mrs Bassinger, correct?”
“That’s correct. Here to begin the after-party and Honeymoon.” The male, Allegro by the booking list, replied. His voice a rumbling tenor.
“Congratulations. Now to confirm, it’s yourselves plus six others? And you‘ve booked a Communal Building for this night and the next?”
“That’s right.” The female, Diane answered this one. “They’ll arrive within the hour.”
“Very well.” Shelly noted the detail before moving on. “And apologies, but regulations demand that I ask this, but are you intending to have offspring? And if not, you will need to purchase contraceptives.”
“No, no intention of offspring, and while it has been taken already, we will require more.” Allegro confirmed both their intent and need.
“Okay then. Then all we need to do now is complete the last pieces of the paperwork and purchase of the contraceptives and you’ll be free to enjoy your Honeymoon.” Shelly gestured the newly-weds to the next room.
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A process that had taken only fifteen minutes to complete and now they were making the long walk to the communal building. Which gave them plenty of time to talk about their plans, among other things.
“Hey!” Diane teasingly scolded her husband in good humour. “The dress isn’t to come off yet.” She tried to re-shoulder the shoulder of her dress but with his hand already inside and wrapping around her to give her right breast a firm squeeze, it kept sliding off.
“Come on.” He pleaded in mock hurt. “It’s still on isn’t it?”
“Maybe, but we agreed that we don’t start until the others arrive. And besides, where’s the fun in rushing right in?” Diane reminded him of their plans. “We all arrive, check the catering, then comes the ‘ruining of the dresses and suits’.” She smiled as she traced a path across his chest, crotch, and down a leg.
“Following that is the dinner, and other, things.” Allegro had a smile at the thought, his own fingers tracing the front of her dress from the waistband down and from above it, the right side of the front-top.
“I do still wonder, why Humans insist on finding ways of mating, casual sex, when there’s really not much to it.” Allegro voiced his thoughts a few minutes later.
“Well.” Diane considered her words. With Allegro being an ‘uplifted’, his knowledge on these matters wouldn’t be as…complete. “When you’re from a species that is fertile year-round, you do tend to want to find methods of keeping it…interesting.”
“I…see.” He replied, not fully understanding it himself, but willing to give it a try nonetheless.
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While at this time Shelly’s own Heat was still strong, but now that she had a few minutes, she was waiting with Stormheart until the other guests arrived. His relative inexperience with proper attire showing in that his white cotton shirt was open right now, and was all he wore at this time.
“The farm work’s hard, but I think I’m getting there.” He spoke up. “But it’d be easier without these things.”
“I know that.” Shelly replied, understanding where he was coming from. “But the rules, the laws are quite specific. So those will need to go back on before you go back outside.” She pointed to the trousers over the chair back.
“And besides.” She continued. “Only another two hours of it, then it’s just us for the night.”
“With the contraceptives again? Why?”
“Yes, and, I think I’d like to have you to myself for at a year or two, then we can worry about fillies and colts.” Shelly set herself atop his lap, his hardening shaft pressing into her bare butt cheeks (that the long dress hid). “And that’ll give us the time we need to get used to running this place with all it has now.”
“Which brings me to this. How did you, come to own this place? What did you mean by, inheritance?” Stormheart asked before being interrupted by a ringing bell.
“I think that’s the other guests now, I’ll need to see to them. But I’ll explain it all later tonight if you want.” Shelly offered as she started to leave to see to them.
“I think that will work best.” Stormheart accepted, almost ready to finish his day’s work. “Tonight then.”