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Justin walked along the sidewalk to the Colonel's home. It was drizzly out, and one of the neighbors had just finished cutting their grass, so the smell of petrichor was in the air.

His backpack was snug upon his back. Light, for he had done his homework last night. It had in it only the things he might need to help with the Ls' request.

He wore jersey shorts and a paint-stained white shirt. Normally these light articles of clothing were for easy removal, but today it was just because they were comfortable to wear.

He walked slowly. The twins probably didn't understand all that well that to come back to the house after what happened yesterday was not something he really wanted to do. But, it was their tradition to work on homework on Sunday, and they had a test coming up that they were worried about, they told him over the phone last night.

He didn't want to, but he felt guilty. Especially for upsetting Lauren. They were just innocent friends, caught up in a whirlwind of drama; it wasn't fair to them that all of their friends were fighting. In fact, he was almost certain the test was a straight-up lie, and they were just looking to keep the routine going in the hopes that things would go back to normal or something.

It was odd, too. The other two lovers had apparently planned some time together, which was fine. Ashly was willing to help them, but she had to do her chores in the morning and wouldn't be able to help in the afternoon, and the twins were going to a dance-group thing then. At least, that's what he managed to understand from Alexis's rapid-fire explanation of why he was their Obi-Wan Kenobi.

But, wasn't Lauren's outburst yesterday because she didn't want to be alone with him, so that Ashly didn't get upset?

He was thinking about it. He shouldn't be thinking about it. Girls were weird, and somehow with all the pheromones and orgasms, he forgot that indisputable fact. One minute they wanted a tub of chocolate ice cream; the next, they whined about having eaten so much, that they'll get fat, and how they don't even like chocolate or ice cream.

The front door chuffed as he barged it open. With the rain, it had gotten swollen, and didn't fit in the frame as well. He shut it, making sure the latch clicked and then locked it. "'Lo?" He called, heading to the dining room table, where they usually did their homework.

The only thing there to respond to him was a bowl of half-eaten raisin bran. Only the Colonel ate that, and he must have forgotten about it. He tended to have a bad memory at times.

There were also two chairs missing from the table. The twins must have taken them for some reason, but for what reason he didn't take too long to ponder.

The wolf pup picked up the bowl to carry it to the sink. He poured out the milk, and scraped the soggy, clumpy bran into the garbage. Unsure if the girls would come by, he rinsed the bowl and spoon, along with the other few dishes that were in the sink, and put them in the dishwasher.

They would probably gripe at him for putting them in the wrong spot, or not rinsing them off well enough, or that they had left the dishes in the sink on purpose and now he messed that purpose up. They occasionally did grumble at him for one reason or another, and he had stopped washing dishes, opting to put them away.

The twins were probably upstairs, watching TV or playing games, waiting for him. Taking off his shoes and leaving them by the foot of the stairs, he headed to the den.

There was no pause. No reverence. He didn't want to really take that time. He wanted to try and go back to where it was before; no expectation of some sensual scene that he would walk in upon. Just a plain room, where they sat on the couch with their eyes glued to the screen.

He turned the handle.

Just as he pushed the door ajar, it suddenly whipped forward. He stumbled, unable to see in the room, which was darker than usual, and then flinched when something was dropped over his head. It scraped his shoulders, and his muzzle had to turn down to keep it from hitting his snout.

"Wh--" He started to grunt, but then an awful banging against whatever was covering his head--a bucket?--made his body go limp. The banging was relentless, and then he was hit in the stomach; not enough to hurt badly, but just over the lung so that his breath escaped him and was reluctant to come back.

He was pushed, and his body went along with it. His backpack hit the wall, and a shoulder rammed against his chest--again not hard enough to hurt, but continuing to startle him.

The banging kept his ears and head numb, and he could feel the collisions happening right in front of his face. His ankles were tugged, and though he wanted to protest and kick, with each bang other muscles were too busy twitching and wincing.

His ankles were wrapped by something, forced to pull together. He then couldn't move them, not without tripping; they had been fettered.

Just as his hands started to weakly fend off the shoulder against his chest, a hand went up the leg of his shorts, and into his underwear. It quickly wrapped around his balls, and squeezed--not enough to hurt, but just enough for his whole body freeze.

His hands were taken, pulled behind his back, and yanked down a little. Another fetter managed to get around his wrists, and though he tried to fight it, another squeeze to his sac and a harsh bang upon the bucket dissuaded him.

His hands could no longer part.

The banging stopped. His ears rang, but he could hear the vowels of words being spoken. He was rolled along the wall, There were several seconds of silence, and most of the hands left him. The only one that remained was the one still holding his balls; they were gently squeezing, and could very quickly and easy go beyond gentle at his slightest twitch.

Just as his hearing came back, and as he tried to take in a deep breath, there came three, sharp cracks upon the bucket. It was quickly removed after, and despite his delirium he opened his muzzle and started to shout.

It was soon muffled. Something like a sock was shoved into his conveniently wide-open maw, and a hand clamped it shut.

He opened his eyes.

His vision was grainy, like an old VHS home movie. The room was very dim, more dim than if the lights were just out. The window must have been blocked, because there was barely any light to see by. But he could make out the red fur on the hand that clamped his muzzle shut.

The hand moved just a bit, continuing to keep its hold, while a pair of black fingers worked something white around the bridge of his nose and under his jaw. As the fingers fitted the end into the hole, he now saw that it was a zip-tie. His fingers bent up to feel around his wrist, and felt a similar tie. The plastic was snug against his skin, digging into the fur and pushing it aside. No doubt the same thing was around his ankles.

The tie around his muzzle was tightened just enough so that it was only a little uncomfortable. It didn't dig into him, but he wouldn't be able to do much more than mumble. The hand that had him clamped released, but the open spot on his muzzle that it left behind was then wrapped by another tie, for good measure.

While this happened, something covered his eyes. It felt like a stocking, maybe; or more like leggings that the twins might wear. It was that kind of stretchy fabric, that he liked to feel one of the kittens rub against parts of his body that it usually did not touch. It was tied tightly around the back of his head, effectively blinding him.

For a few moments, he heard mumbles. The ringing in his ears ebbed, and it no longer sounded like they were talking through pillows.

"I think... we roughed him up too much," a small voice said.

"Maybe. But, he's a boy; he should be able to take it, right? He's still breathing. How ya feelin' Justy?"

The wolf pup didn't know at all how to respond to that. Not just because he was still reeling from whatever the hell was going on, but because he couldn't do anything but growl or hum. He settled for letting out a strained sigh through his nostrils.

"I think he's okay," said the voice of the friend he once knew as Kailey. "You can let his balls go, now."

"I don't ever wanna do that again," said Alexis, as her hand receded from his testicles. "Not like he'll ever let me near his dick again, anyway," she said with a pout.

"I'm sure we'll figure all that out later, for now... Strip him."

"Guess we should have done that before tying him up," the skunkette chuckled, pulling his backpack down; it wouldn't come off of him completely, though, so it more or less slumped to the floor, the straps pulling his arms back and down more.

"That's actually kinda convenient," the vixen pointed out; "it's like an anchor. Or, at least," she added, hefting it, "it'll be annoying, and help keep his arms where we want them."

He gritted his teeth as they began pulling his clothes off as much as they could. His shirt joined the straps of his backpack at his wrists, and his shorts and underwear settled at his feet.

It was then he realized just how cold it was in the room. Like they had turned it down several degrees. There was a click, and amidst his makeshift blindfold, he saw a bit of light come through the knitting.

"Okay, Lexi. It's big-kid time;" the kitten let out a disappointed whine at the statement, "Go join your sis in the 'cuzzi, and we'll get you when we're done with these two."

"Can't I stay?" She grumbled.

"Trust me," said the vixen, in nearly a whisper. "You don't wanna stay for this."

After a few moments of reluctance, there were light footfalls, and the door clicked--and locked. Several more moments of silence followed.

"Okay, she went down the stairs," the skunkette muttered.

"You ready?"

There was a deep breath. "Yeah."

"Before we start," the vixen stated, "I want you to know that you shouldn't get mad at anyone but me." Her footfalls on the carpet led the wolf pup to tell she was walking toward the sectional. "So, let's not beat around the bush. Ash, have you calmed down at all?"

Justin heard a furious growl, and the frantic shuffling of fabrics and a clattering of what sounded like wood, as if she was trying to move.

"Well, why don't we talk about why you're so mad, then." The vixen said, pacing.

Justin tried to very carefully make his way to the door. He only thought that maybe if he could unlock it, he could somehow get downstairs. Maybe the Colonel would be out in the foyer, see him, and go get someone.

"I mean, besides the fact we've got you--"

"Hey," the skunkette interrupted.

Justin paused. A second later, he heard footsteps nearing him. Then, a slap of pain shot up his leg as something collided with the outside of his left thigh. He groaned amidst the straps that clamped his muzzle shut.

"What do you think you're doing?" The vixen barked at him.

He breathed deeply, working through the pulses of pain that softened with each beat of his heart. He felt something tap against his chest.

"That hurt us more than it did you," the vixen said, blankly.

He let out a snort.

"You think this is one of our little games or something?" The vixen said, in an ominous tone.

He held his breath when he felt the thing prodding his chest recede, only to rest against his thighs, and testicles.

"Imagine how it would feel, right here," she gently jostled the spot. "Right over your fragile little balls."

He grunted when the thing nudged its way between his thighs, and lifted his sac up.

"If you aren't a good little boy..." The vixen threatened, leaving the rest of her words to trail in his ears. "Where was I? Oh, right." She cleared her throat. "You two were tricked into coming here today to solve a problem."

Justin heard her start to pace again, but his desire to try and escape was dissuaded. Kailey was clearly serving as a watch, or even an assistant to whatever this lunatic vixen was doing.

"We all like to fuck. Nah, we all love to fuck," she said with a lusty moan. "The problem is, we've got five cuties and only one dick. Anyone can do that simple math: it just doesn't add up.

"On top of that--just like a certain someone likes to be on top of us girls," she quipped in a smirking tone, "one cutie in particular is very fond of the dick for more than just fuckin', am I right?"

There was a soft, haphazard growl.

"Just so you know, Ash," the vixen said, "he's not hard at all right now. Maybe we can fix that. Kay?"

Justin braced himself, his body unsure what was about to happen. He flinched when something lightly grazed the bridge of his nose. Then, his eye flicked as the fabric against his socket gently snapped in a failed attempt at pinching it. The second attempt was successful, and the fabric was lifted just enough to allow his left eye to see.

At first, it was sensitive to the light, but that didn't last long. Not with what he saw before him. It at least revealed to him the mystery of the two missing chairs.

There was Ashly, lying back on the ottoman. She did not look at all comfortable.

The rope that had been used in their little knot-walking game was looped around her body a few times, presumably to keep her secure to the ottoman. Her wrists and ankles were fastened to the chairs, by shorter ropes and zip-ties. Weights from the Colonel's old gym set had been stacked in the seats of the chairs, to keep her from toppling them over with what little leverage she might have in her position.

Her legs were spread nearly taught, with just enough slack that she could bend her knees a bit. Her cutie was ripe for the eye, laid bare and woefully exposed with how wide her thighs were pulled away from it. But even more than that, there were a few pieces of pink tape that appeared to pull her puffy petals out so that her tender, pink flower was completely opened up. There were two more strips of tape that went over her mound on either side of her cherry, pulling the little hood up and taught.

He huffed and shivered when he felt a chilling mist spray over his loins. He heard the pumping of a squirt-bottle, like when the groomers wet his coat for scissor-trimming. It dampened his short groin-fur, and made his testes snuggle up against his sheath.

The sight of her so lewdly presented, as well as the light misting of his privates and the area all around from his knees to his chest, started working him. His pointed tip peeked out, and after a few strong throbs he was fully unsheathed.

The blindfold was fitted back into place.

"There we go." The vixen said, approvingly.

He tensed as a hand gripped him with a squeeze.

"Nice and stiff, probably fancying a little dip in that cutie he saw, spread wide and quivering, hm?"

He growled, and then it cut off with a grunt as the spoon lightly smacked his thighs, just below his huddling sac.

"Bad boy," she admonished. "And bad girl," she said, presumably to Ashly. "The four of us are all just trying to have a good time, playing with each other and feeling good," her footfalls went in the direction of the rabbit. "But--and let's be honest, Ash--there's that underlying tension of jealousy that we're all having to tip-toe around.

"Well, y'know what? That's really frustrating," Brittany said, candidly. "None of us are out to steal your stupid boyfriend, okay? Speaking of stupid boyfriend," she remarked, her voice turning to the wolf pup. "You need to start doing a better job making Ashly feel special, which means not tying with Kailey, even when Ashly tells you to."

The rabbit squeaked.

"I can't believe you fell for it," the vixen said, her voice approaching him.

He braced, and sure enough, there was a stinging whack to his outer thigh, on the same spot as before, but not as hard. It was still enough to make him bend down some and hiss to try and dissipate the ache.

"That was an obvious test, you moron. You weren't supposed to tie with Kailey. You were supposed to be like," her voice dropped to mimic his, "No, sweetie, that's a special thing only between you and me."

The wolf pup growled, voicing his dissent at her statements. He then felt her hand push his penis downward, making his growl falter.

"You know what I'm going to do, right?" The vixen threatened.

Justin let out a pleading whimper. Then, he yelped against his improvised gag as the wooden spoon clapped against the spot just above his sheath.

The rabbit whined, trying to move.

"Sorry, Ashy," Brittany said, in a tone that was almost genuine. "Did you want to hit him? If you want to, I'll untie you and you can take the first, hard whack at his wimpy little nuts."

The pup tried to turn away as she once again nudged his testes with the spoon.

There was a rustle, and an emphatic mumble of rejections coming from across the room.

"Well, I figured you might want to, considering what you did to him before." The vixen muttered. "But anyway, he failed your little test, and now you two have nothing special between you. The only difference between any of us girls and Ashly is that Justin kinda likes Ashly a little more.

"Otherwise, what does it matter whose cutie he squeezes into? Heck, whaddaya say Justy? Wanna tie with me right now?"

The rabbit whimpered, trying to struggle and get out of her bonds, but the weights were too heavy and her leverage too weak. She gasped as she felt the cold spray of the water once again on her spread cutie, making her want to close her legs.

Meanwhile, Justin growled and tried his best to keep the vixen at bay. She laid her hand on him, and he twisted, hopping up to the side. He grunted as he fell, his elbow scraping the wall, and landed on his arm. He rolled onto his stomach, trying to press his penis into the carpet to keep her from getting at him.

"Why are you struggling?" The vixen growled. "It's not like it means anything anymore. You were making me beg for it before, remember?"

He paused, going quiet.

"That's a good boy..."

Amidst the quiet, Ashly began to sob. Muffled huffs and squeaks could be heard in the room, contrasting with the occasional moan of the vixen's.

"Well, well, well," Brittany spoke up, her breath tickling the rabbit's nose.

Ashly's whimpering softened.

"Your girlfriend is crying." The vixen told the wolf pup. "Wonder why." She commented, in a rhetorical manner, despite her inflection of curiosity. "I bet it's because you went quiet. You should have protested more. How else is she supposed to know you care? So stupid."

Ashly started to growl again.

"Hush," the vixen barked.

The rabbit calmed, genuinely afraid the vixen might smack her with the spoon like she had been smacking her boyfriend. So fearful was she, that her whole body spasmed when the gentlest touch rested upon the bony bump of her mound, an inch or so above her clitoral hood.

"What's say we give Justy one more chance, huh Ashy?" The vixen asked. "I may have lied, earlier," she admitted. "There is one more special thing between the two of you. One thing that the rest of us girl's can't say we share with you--or, rather, one thing you haven't decided to share with us.

"I actually think it's super sweet," she cooed. "You're so set on avoiding the toys. Much better at resisting the desire to try them than Justin was at resisting the desire to plug his knot into Kailey's gushing cutie."

The rabbit breathed heavily, nervously, feeling her blood go cold like crystals of ice were forming in her veins.

"For good reason, too," she stated. "The toys can do things to you that Justin couldn't hope to do--trust me. Honestly, I'm happy to stop sharing him, cuz I can use the toys to get me off better and faster than he can."

The rabbit felt something laid on her chest, going from her sternum to her clavicle, between her latent breasts.

"He betrayed your desire to keep something special with you by tying with Kailey," Brittany continued, with a sinister tone in her words. "Why don't you show him how it feels, to lose that special thing? Or," she said, whimsically, "maybe he doesn't care. In which case, why hold onto it? Then you can enjoy the toys like we do, and we won't need his dick as much. If he wants us, he'll have to do us a favor in return; wouldn't that be nice?'

The rabbit held her breath.

"Let's see." The vixen said, simply, turning on the butterfly-vibrator.

It rumbled upon her chest, benign and only a little tickly to her skin. But the prospect of it made her squirm. It was pressed firmly to her by the palm of Brittany's hand.

"If he truly cares and wants to keep it special," she said, to the rabbit, but also loud enough for the wolf to hear; "then he'll stop me. Otherwise..." The could practically see her grinning devilishly. "I promise it'll feel amazing."

Ashly breathed heavily as she felt the dildo of the vibrator dragging down her body.

Justin had started to struggle as soon as he heard it turn on. He tried his best to pull his arms apart, or to pull his legs apart, or to curl up and pull his hands from behind him like he had seen in some movies where someone had done that when they were handcuffed.

But the zip-ties weren't cuffs, and his backpack, shirt, and pants, not to mention his utter lack of flexibility, kept him from being able to pull his arms out from behind him.

She was starting to scream, as much as she could against the gag. The vibrations tickled her just barely as the vixen lifted the base up and dragged the tip of the dildo down to her loins. Just before it would have touched the clitoral hood, the tip pulled away.

She panted, whining and whimpering.

The pup joined her, though in pain more than fear as he continued to try and loose the zip-ties. They were digging into his skin, and may have even cut into his wrists. He tried to shimmy and worm, but he was only floundering a few inches.

"I have the tip pointed right in front of your cutie," the vixen said, amidst the buzzing. "Just a little push and I can put it in so that it's right against your suction-cup--which feels the best when the wings are flapping at your cherry."

The weights on the chairs started to make noise as they tapped against the back rungs of the seats with her tense quivering.

"I'm going to count to three, and then push it in. Ready?"

She let out protesting grunts and whines.

"One..."

The wolf pup frantically tried to do anything he could.

"Two..."

Ashly managed to make out the word "no" amidst her gag, pressing her tongue to it to make the consonant. She repeated it over and over and over like it was the only word she knew; she could feel the air in front of her cutie being stirred by the vibrations of the toy.

"Two-and-a-half..."

The wolf pup started brushing his head along the ground, trying to catch the ties around his muzzle against the carpet and pull them free.

"Two-and-three-quarters..."

The rabbit sobbed, her desperate warbling lamenting her inability to break free. She couldn't even try to evade, for her body and hips were pinned by the ropes wrapped around her and they, in turn, pinned by the ottoman she lay upon.

The wolf let out a howl, just as the vixen announced with a perturbing delight:

"Three!"

* * *

Down in the basement, the two kittens sat in the jacuzzi.

The water was nice and warm, the bubbles relaxing in both feel and noise. The air was a bit cooler, autumn was one its way; plus the rains.

"Wonder how things're going..." mumbled Alexis.

Her sister's suckling paused. She detached from her sibling's nipple. "Should we... go up and peek?" She asked, more anticipating her sister than suggesting it herself.

Alexis shook her head. "Nah... We might mess something up. Besides," she hugged her sister tightly. "It's nice and warm here," she said with a satisfied purr.

"Mmhmm," the white kitten agreed, nuzzling against her sister's neck.

She giggled. "That tickles," she groaned, clinching her neck to keep her sibling from getting that spot easily. Though, she didn't quite mean for Lauren to completely depart from her.

The white kitten took her own spot, letting a jet hit her back.

"How does your 'ankle' feel?" Alexis questioned.

"A lot better," Lauren said with relief.

"Maybe the water," the black kitten observed. "Just hope the cream I used helped any..."

"It did," her sister reassured. "I can still feel it, even," she added, rubbing her thighs together to squish the diaper cream their mom had, for the occasional time their leotards chafed too hard against sensitive spots.

"So..." Alexis patted the water, idly. "When... do you wanna tell them?" She asked. "If you freak out about Justin's dick again, they're gonna know something's up."

Lauren let out a mew. "I... We can't tell anyone," she replied.

"I thought you were going to?" Alexis questioned with concern and surprise. "We can't tell mom and dad cuz then they might find out about what we do upstairs... But, I thought we were at least going to tell Justy."

"We can't tell anyone, cuz if we do... We'll still get in trouble for what we do upstairs," Lauren said, sadly. "I told him about Justin... I didn't mean to," she explained. "He said if I told anyone, he'd get Justin in trouble for fucking me, too."

"Sis..." Alexis mumbled, as Lauren started to softly cry. She reached out, and coaxed her sister to come closer, hugging again like they had been before. Soon enough, Lauren's lips latched onto the other nipple, and the suckles for comfort continued.

* * *

Once their ears stopped ringing, they heard only their hastened breathing, and their heartbeats. The room had gone very cold, and coupled with the dampening of their fur, their privates were freezing and yearning for warmth.

The wolf-pup grunted, as a foot pressed his muzzle to the carpet.

"You're pathetic." The vixen growled with disappointment. "You really would have left Ashly to feel the toy, wouldn't you?"

The wolf pup grimaced behind the blindfold. Then, her foot left, and her hands grabbed him.

"Get up."

He huffed, doing his best to stand, but really it was she who got him to his feet. He leaned against the wall, unable to stand on his own without that support.

"You're still hard," she observed. "Despite all that, you're stiffer than you've ever been. Why?" She asked, almost genuinely. "Eh... Doesn't matter. The real question is: do you deserve her?"

His breath hitched.

There was a moment of silence. "Well?" The vixen asked.

He remained silent, until he felt something against his muzzle. There was a startling snap, and the tension closing his snout shut eased. The zip-tie pulled away, amidst another snap; his muzzle was freed.

It was difficult to open, for it almost wanted to remain shut as if the ties were still clamping it down. But, finally he did, and whatever had been used to muffle his sounds fell upon the carpet with a light rustle.

"I asked you!" The vixen barked harshly, "Do! You! Deserve her!? Answer me!"

He let out a noise.

"So she can hear!" The vixen growled.

He let out a sob, "no!" Amidst another sob, he whimpered as she grabbed his girth, squeezing hard.

"Do you at all think you deserve to feel the sweet, tender hugs of her cutie, and to hear her call out your name, when she cums?"

This time, his voice was dejected, and defeated. "No..."

There was a light scraping sound, of metal against metal. Her hand moved toward his tip, tugging his erection outward, even pulling him out of his sheath a little bit.

"If you don't deserve her, then you don't deserve to fuck any of us--not even me, and I'm the bitch, here." She remarked. "But, we can't trust that you won't try to fuck us, so... I'm just going to have to cut your dick off."

From across the room, there was a shriek of surprise.

"...Okay." The pup said, almost not aware of what had just been said.

Ashly started to protest again, finding strength despite being exhausted and weak from her position. She tried to fight her restraints, managing to move the chair to her right a little closer.

The wolf pup felt the blades of the scissors that had cut the ties around his muzzle free. The rested gently against his knot, so that he would at least be left with that to try and mash into their folds. His heart was racing, and he started to cry.

Ashly tried to move the chair more, but her arm and leg quickly went numb, and pins and needles rushed to her toes and fingertips in a painful tingling. She screamed and cried, trying to say no against the gag, but her tongue had gone limp.

Justin let out whimpers as he felt the scissor-blades tentatively closing around him and relenting, preparing to go through the actual motions. He tensed as he felt them squeeze down, but not enough to fully cut in. He listened to the shrieking and crying of his undeserved girlfriend, and finally yelled; "Do it!"

She froze as he let out a yelp.

He fell to his knees, having stumbled forward. His left foot jutted out, the loose tie still resting around his ankle. His penis throbbed from the startling scrape that went from his bulb to his tip as her hand pulled away, which only stung uncomfortably. Otherwise, it was still attached, and nudging against the carpet with his rapid breathing.

It took him a few moments to gather his bearings. His feet had been freed, and he kicked off his shorts and underwear for better mobility. He heard weeping. "Ashly?" He asked.

The weeping stopped, and the silence was broken a second later with a tentative, "mh-mmh?"

He tried to look about, but the light that had seeped through the threads of his blindfold were now missing. "Kailey? Laur, Lex?" He called, and then, a second later, "...Brit?"

"Mh! Mh!"

Flinching, he shimmied over on his knees. "Keep humming," he told her, using her sounds to guide himself to her. His knees abruptly bumped into the ottoman, and he tilted forward.

"Mh--!"

His nose inhaled after his huff of surprise, and he caught the strong fragrance of his lover's aroma. He lifted away, and his cheek was damp, her perfume wafting from his fur.

He blushed, realizing he had just planted his muzzle against her spread cutie, which was soaking wet, but more from the water that he did not know was applied.

The wolf pup shakily tried to stand, but managed only to worm his way up onto the ottoman, over his lover's body. He used his lips and muzzle to guide up her torso, over the ropes, and his forehead bumped the tennis-ball gag in her muzzle. He tilted his head to the side, and carefully bit down on the part of the ball that protruded out. He pulled his head back, barely tugging the ball free, and it dropped to rest beside her neck.

She took in a deep breath, and with her first, whispered words, told him: "Put it in me!"

"Ash... I'm... I'm s--"

"Shut up and put it inside me!"

He froze. "But... Bu--"

"I don't want any chance of it getting cut off!" She frantically shrieked, "put it in me right now!"

Her volume made him shiver, and he pulled back. Tears dampening the blindfold against his eyes, he reluctantly prodded around her folds, until he managed to fulfill her demand.

She let out a fluttery sigh, and then a weak sob. "Deeper--all the way; every bit," she told him.

He whimpered.

"Shh," she shushed, "that's it... tie with me."

He let out a yip, "Ash... I just want to s--"

"Not until you're safe inside me!" She barked. "Tie with me! That way she can't get anything to cut you, or those dildoes, between us," she told him.

With another whine, he adjusted his feet, and pushed harder. His heart thumped as she groaned while his knot strained against her despite her splayed and vulnerable position.

Then, she let out a guttural and satisfied grunt as it popped into her with a satisfying squelch.

They panted.

She felt him convulsing on top of her. "Are you cumming?" She asked, with a tender, almost hopeful, voice.

"N-N-No," he replied. "I-I--" His voice croaked.

"It's... okay if you do, I don't mind. But... if you don't want to cum in me ever again... I understand. I don't deserve to feel it, anyway."

"Wh-Why are you... saying that?"

"Cuz I kicked your balls."

"I failed your test."

"I don't know what the heck she was talking about!" The rabbit shouted. "That wasn't--Brittany, where the hell are you!?"

From a corner of the room, and walking toward them, the vixen clapped. "So here they are, our two lovers. Boy safely tucked away inside of girl; girl safely filled by boy. A simple, yet special feeling of comfort and security, knowing that, while he's inside, he is hers, and she cannot be taken by another, real, or toy."

The wolf pup remained still, in the moment of silence that followed her little narration.

"Shut... the fuck up... and untie us," the rabbit said.

"As long as you stop being so jealous and that you appreciate the little things as special things."

The rabbit let out a sigh. "Justin..." She said. When she felt his head lift from her chest, she added; "c'mere."

His muzzle rested against hers, and they kissed.

"Well, that was easier than I thought, honestly," the vixen remarked.

Ashly broke the kiss. "Fuck you," she muttered, feeling a loop of rope around her body go slack as the end was tugged from out of the ottoman..

"You're more than welcome to any time you want. I'll be happy for it, since Justin won't be fucking me anymore."

"...Huh?" The wolf pup questioned, almost more because he heard his name.

"Sorry, Justy, but your dick isn't allowed in my cutie anymore."

"Are you going to say cuz of me?" Ashly questioned, almost a defensively. "Cuz... Honestly, I think he should tie with you."

The pup let out a surprised yip.

"No. It has nothing to do with you; and he absolutely will not tie with me," Brittany declared, easing the rope between them while Kailey quietly worked it from the other side.

"Why not?" Ashly asked. "I think he should. It's... only fair." She breathed deeply when the rope was mostly off, just one loop remaining.

"Because," the vixen replied. "You probably don't him to get me pregnant."

"P--Pregnant!?" The pup squeaked. "Isn't that... when you get a baby?"

"Yes, dummy." The vixen confirmed. "I woke up with my sheets soaked with fluid, and mom says my heat is going to set in any day now. I don't want your cubs in my tummy. So, you don't get to put your dick me in ever again. And, if you even think about trying to force me to take it..."

Ashly heard the scissors open, and then Justin tensed on top of her.

"I'll cut your balls off."

There was a snap, and Ashly's arms and legs went slack. She curled them around her lover, and tried her best to fight the pins and needles that flooded her. She pulled her legs up, blocking his testicles with her ankles.

He wriggled his hands beneath her.

"Ready Kailey?"

"Mhm," the skunkette replied.

They counted to three, and the blindfolds were removed.

The two started to look around, but the lights were still off, and what was coming in from the closed and blinded window was not enough for them to see into the darker shadows of the room.

"We'll leave you two alone for a little while," the vixen stated, as the door opened, adding just a bit of light into the room; but, at this point, the two didn't care to see the other girls, their eyes locked to one another.

"Come join us in the jacuzzi when you're done."

When the door clicked, and the darkness swept over the room, they let the silence pervade for a while. Despite the chilly air, they were now warm, with their privates' heat combining to keep the cold at bay.

She relaxed her legs, for they were starting to lose circulation again, and reached down with one hand to hold his testicles.

"As long as you're inside me... you're safe." She stated.

"So are you," he replied, nuzzling her.

"I don't ever want you to leave." She whimpered.

"Me neither," he whined in return.

"Justy?" She asked.

"Hm?" He replied, squeezing her tightly.

"If I... give you what you don't deserve... Will you give me what I don't, too?"

There was a moment's pause, before he lifted up his head.

She closed her eyes, despite the darkness, as his lips touched hers. She opened her muzzle, to let his tongue invade her muzzle, just as his dick invaded her feminine sanctum.

They let out a unified coo, as he began to churn within her, and she squeezed him tightly.