Double Date
Jizzal, Flik, Nyn, and Punk belong to their creators
Tris belongs to me.
This story involves college age males having sexual relations with 9th grade boys.
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"C'mon, Tris..." Jizzal pouted softly.
"I'll just feel like a third wheel if I go on one of your dates." Tris sighed softly into his locker, "Just like the last time you brought me."
Jizzal tugged at Tris' arm, "A lot of things have three wheels that are fun! Like tricycles, and Big Wheels. You could be our Big Wheel!"
A group of popular girls started giggling hysterically as they passed, having heard that very bizarre statement out of context. Tris finished re-arranging his stuff in his locker and closed the door, only to have the skunk's own locker door open in front of his face, being the next locker over from his and all. The hare's gaze now rested on a photograph of Jizzal and his boyfriend, Nyn on a peir. In the background of the picture was grey and red Folf attempting not to be seen. The skunk's finger pointed there. "See here? This guy's in Nyn's dorm at FSU, and He came with us one time too. Nyn says he doesn't want to come again since he feels left out. You can't possibly have two third wheels! We'll have four wheels if you both come!"
Tris had to admit he thought the Folf was handsome, but looked away, "C'mon. You know how Mr. Tif gets if we're late."
As the hare started towards the classroom, books in arm, Jizzal closed his locker and followed after, "C'mon! Even more fun things have four wheels!"
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Punk looked up from his textbook at the sound of knuckles rapping on wood and slid off his dorm bed. He pulled on his bathrobe, closed it in front, tied the belt, and opened the door. He looked up at his taller wolven RA, "Yes, Nyn?"
The grey wolf grinned, "You're coming on my date with Jizzal this weekend."
Punk rolled his eyes, "Not this again... I don't like having to watch you too all lovey-dovey, okay? I think I'm developing diabetes."
"And here I thought you had a sweet tooth." Nyn smirked, "After all you always go after the cute ones."
The Folf grunted and moved to turn away. A photo on Nyn's cell phone was shoved in his face. Punk recoiled in surprise then focused on the screen. It was a picture of Nyn and Jizzal in a park, and in the background was a white hare, sitting cross-legged on a blanket, looking off to one side. "This? This is Jizzal's best friend at his high school. He refuses to go on anymore dates with us since he's feeling like an accessory."
Punk found himself licking his lips as he looked at the little digital image of the bunny, able to make out a good deal of his features despite the poor quality inherent in camera phones. He turned away after a moment, his hard facade going back up, "Why should I care?"
"He's single, delectable," The wolf folded his cell phone and put it back in his pocket. "And I have a copy of the key to your room." Nyn threatened.
Punk's eyes widened, "You're bluffing."
"Nope." Nyn grinned, grasping the handle of the door. "I expect you showered and dressed in something nice by 5, Friday afternoon." He pulled the door shut, leaving Punk with his thoughts.
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Friday afternoon rolled around, as it was its wont, and Jizzal and Tris were walking home from the bus stop as usual. "So are you coming with tonight?" Jizzal nuzzled softly against Tris as they walked. " Nyn says he convinced his friend to come..."
Tris chuured softly at the affection, before he sighed, "I guess, if it means that much to you..."
Jizzal wrapped the hare in his arms tight and kissed his cheek, "Yay!"
Tris blushed at the public display of affection, glad they lived in the opposite direction from everyone else who got off the bus at their stop. They kept walking until they reached The Monochrome house.
Neither boy, nor the other boys there, knew why the foster home they grew up in was referred to as that, but they didn't mind. It was a small place, with no more than about 5 boys living there, and their foster Father, a dragon named Flik.
Flik was fixing the front door as they walked in, "Hi Flik." Tris smiled.
"Hey boys," The dragon stood up straight, towering over his two charges. He smiled warmly to Jizzal, "So I heard you had another date with that wolf of yours."
Jizzal nodded warmly, "Tris is coming along too!"
The dragon smiled wider, "well I hope you two have fun. Where's he taking you?"
Tris looked to Jizzal because he didn't rightly know himself.
The skunk grinned, "Nyn says that this bowling alley near his college will let him in with a group for free."
Tris perked at this, "Wow. What did he do to get that?"
"Hmm?" Jizzal looked over at the bunny, "Oh, well he probably won some passes at something on campus."
Tris shrugged at that response, "I guess that makes sense."
"Well you two should have a good time." Flik smiled warmly, before returning to the door repair.
Jizzal caught Tris' paw and pulled him along towards the room they shared. They had shared a room for as long as they could both remember, so they didn't really mind. Jizzal released Tris and whipped around to the closet. The hare nearly was flung onto one of the beds, before he turned on his claw and sat down, to watch what the skunk was doing. Jizzal hummed to himself as he practically burrowed into the closet, looking for something. Jizzal grinned as he turned, a pair of garments in his paws. "Here, wear this." He threw them to Tris.
One look over them made Tris blush deeply, "I-I can't wear this...."
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A pretty average looking car parked in front of the Monochrome House. It wasn't too run down, but it wasn't a very high quality vehicle either. Just the sort of thing College students always seemed to have. Nyn shut off the engine and leaned back a little, relaxing and patiently waiting for the males from inside the house to come to the car.
Punk stirred restlessly in passenger seat. "Dammit... I don't even like bowling. Just because you won some tickets doesn't mean you like it either, you cheap bastard..."
The grey wolf blocked out Punk's muttering, as it went on for some time, and focused for the sound of a door. When he heard it, he opened his eyes and looked as Jizzal came out, wearing some dark jeans, a button down shirt, and a sweater over that. The collar of the shirt and the bottom protruded from the sweater, as he had not tucked it in. Just dressed up enough to look like he could be on a date, but not overly dressed for a bowling alley. "Get in the back."
Punk looked at Nyn, "What do you mean get in the back?"
The wolf turned to look at Punk sternly.
The folf sighed and got out of the car just as Jizzal was getting to it. He held the door open for the Skunk seeing as he was so close and all. He was about to turn to climb in the back, when he saw something out of the corner of his eye.
Tris was blushing deeply as he stepped out of the house, a pair of draconic paws being seen shooing him out the door. The door closed behind him. The reason Tris was blushing so deeply was that he was wearing pants that were probably two sizes too small, and framed his endowments quite well, just a bit better than he ever wanted them shown in public.
Punk stared at that bulge, starting to feel his own pants grow tight. He choked back a whine of lust when Tris turned to try and get back in the house, his rump, round and pert and topped off with a teardrop tuft of white that was his tail, was very visible now.
After a moment or two, Tris sighed and padded down to the car, adjusting his jacket. Punk didn't even notice Tris was wearing a jacket until the hare was zipping it up. The folf was surprised to find that he was holding the door open for the hare, and wondered where that came from. It sure as hell wasn't coming from the tightness in his pants, which was telling him to jump Tris. When the bunny got fully inside he closed the door and walked around to the other side of the car, sliding in.
Tris smiled awkwardly over at the folf as Nyn started the car, "H-Hey, I'm Tristan, but everyone calls me Tris."
The folf smiled a bit, "Cute name." He smiled wider at the blush that produced, "For a cute bunny." Tris blushed even deeper. "I'm Punk."
Tris' blush faded rapidly as his embarrassment was replaced with shock and surprise, then incredulity. "Is that your real name?"
Punk sat up a bit straighter in his seat, "Well, if you want to know, I might tell you once I-"
"It's Tobias." Nyn deadpanned as he pulled out of the parking spot.
Jizzal began to giggle uncontrollably as the folf glared at Nyn.
Punk rubbed his forehead, and then perked as Nyn spoke again, "Or am I supposed to call you Fluffy McFolferton?"
Tris saw the conflicted emotions in the teased folf, "If you want I'll call you Punk..."
The pair in the front seats shared a smirk and a glance to one another as Punk perked, "Really?"
The hare nodded, "Yeah. Though I think I'd feel weird being the only one here using my real name." He knew for a fact that Jizzal was just a nickname, and he remembered the skunk mentioning Nyn's real name at one point. He couldn't remember what it was off the top of his head though.
The folf grinned, "I'll just call you Bunny. That okay, Bunny?"
Tris blushes at that, "Okay..."
Nyn smirked into the rearview mirror as he saw Punk's arm move around the bunny's shoulders.
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When they arrived at the Bowling Alley in question, Jizzal looked back to see that Punk's muzzle was buried in Tris' throat and he was kissing and nibbling there gently as one paw teasingly groped the bunny's too tight pants. The hare looked rather out of it, as the combination of affections was making him lean more and more into the folf. The skunk blushed and giggled softly.
Nyn chuckled at the sight, "C'mon boys, It's time to play with some bigger balls."
Punk pulled away from the hare's throat, looking to his audience, with almost a pleading look. He got a stern look in return from the wolf. Punk sighed, undid his seatbelt, reached to undo Tris' seatbelt, then pulled the hare out the driver side door with him.
Tris blushed softly and readjusted his pants a little as he was pulled to his feet by the folf. He blushed a bit deeper as the paw that had been easing him into a standing position slid down to feel over his rump, caressing it. He looked to Punk, who simply smiled, then slid his paw into the hare's back pocket, using that paw to guide Tris along as he followed Nyn and Jizzal, who were already on their way through the parking lot, paws clasped.
Nyn stepped to the counter, when they got inside, flashed a card at the raccoon behind the counter, and grinned, "Got a free pair of alleys?"
The raccoon stammered a bit at the sight of the card, then nodded, "8 and 9 are open. Shoe sizes...?"
"Plantigrade 9, 11, and 12," Nyn said after a moment of thought, then looked back at Tris, "Hey, Bunny, what size shoe do you wear?"
Tristan blushed. "I- well... I don't actually know..."
Jizzal smiled softly, "Flik could never find anything to fit his feet, so he goes around barefoot."
The raccoon blinked, "But to go down onto the bowling level you have to wear these shoes."
Nyn glared at the raccoon, before he looked to Punk and Tris, "C'mon, they have stuff to measure feet here."
After a long commotion of metal calipers and searching through things, the Raccoon finally found a pair of shoes in Tristan's unusual size. Punk helped Tris put them on, lacing them up around the hare's digitigrade foot as they were supposed to go, to keep the item on.
Jizzal blinked at the huge shoes, "Wow, I'm kinda surprised they have that size..."
"They're the largest size we carry, and we only have one pair..." The raccoon said, half in exasperation. When Nyn glared at him he added, with a fearful stammer, "W-We really should get more..."
The wolf seemed to think this satisfactory. He turned to Punk and Tris, "If you guys need more time with those shoes, I can get you your balls."
Punk seemed to be holding back a dirty comment, but he looked at the shoe he was half done lacing, "That would be good, yeah."
Tris smiled softly, "Thank you, Nyn."
Nyn smiled back. "No problem, Bunny."
The hare blushed softly and looked down to Punk, who's progress was halted by the fact that his paws decided they'd like to caress the bunny's inner thighs. Tris looked around to see if anyone was watching. The Raccoon at the counter seemed to be averting his eyes but no one else seemed to notice, or care. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the feelings, before he felt the paws return to his shoe, and he felt almost cheated.
Punk seemed to sense this and as he finished up the shoe he leaned in to kiss the hare, kneeling upright between the seated bunny's spread legs. He slipped the hare some tongue gently, and rubbed along Tris' back, before he pulled away, "Mmm... Good bunny."
"D'awww..." When Tris turned he saw Jizzal and Nyn smiling wide. The hare blushed deeply, his cheek fur showing pink before Punk stood and helped him up.
Nyn lead the way to the pair of alleys that they had acquired. Nyn had put the bowling balls in the seats of the sides he had determined for the bowling "Teams". "You two on that side, Jizzal and I are over here."
Tris blushed, seeing as there was a fiery red ball and a sparkly lavender ball on the side remaining. Punk was already hefting the red ball. He looked back to the other side, where Jizzal was lifting his blue with marbleized swirl ball, and Nyn was heading up to alley 8 with his green ball. The hare looked up at the projector; glad to see that the wolf hadn't gave them silly team names or anything, just put their names. He did see however that he had been labeled Bunny by the Wolf. He sighed softly and sat, hefting his sparkly lavender ball into his lap. It might have looked really gay, but it was as heavy as a normal bowling ball.
Nyn got nine pins on his first throw, and easily picked up the spare on his second. He smiled to Punk, who only rolled his eyes and threw his ball forcefully. It veered to one side, getting eight pins. He too picked up the spare, and looked to Tris as Jizzal stood to throw his own ball. "You ever bowled before?"
"Umm... Just in Wii Sports..." Tris blushed at his inexperience.
Punk smirked a little, "Well at least that taught you the scoring system." He took Tris' paw and pulled him to his feet and over to the alley. "Y'know how you absolutely have to raise your arm before you throw in game? Well that's because most of your throw is coming from the swing." Punk guided Tris' fingers to the holes in his ball and lifted the ball up to proper position. After he did this, the folf stepped back.
The hare took a moment to adjusting to holding the ball up, Tris swung the ball back, before releasing it forwards. The ball shot down the polished hardwood before it slammed into the pins, only leaving a couple standing, "You take the potential energy and work it through a complex pendulum, relocating it to the back and storing some in your muscles, before you take the proper trajectory from the tangent of the arc and release." The hare smiled.
Punk gawked, and Nyn was sort of staring at the hare. Jizzal giggled, "Tris is a math nerd."
Tris grabbed his ball out of the ball return and got back in position. "It just makes sense to me."
Nyn chuckled, "Wait 'till you get to Calculus."
Punk walked back around behind Tris and made a happy growl in the back of his throat as his eyes fixed on Tris' rump. He bent down a little to look at it better, and was barely able to dodge when the purple ball came wizzing at his face, before Tris launched it forwards, catching the spare.
Nyn and Jizzal were in hysterics. Tris blinked at this and looked back at Punk, who was blushing visibly, but trying to look nonchalant. "Part of me doesn't want to ask..." He walked back to his seat, only a foot or so from where Jizzal was sitting. "So, how are you and Nyn doing?"
"We're alright." The skunk smiled softly. "It's hard only seeing him on weekends, but I suppose it could be worse."
Nyn and Punk huddled together as well by the ball return after their first throws of the next turn, "So... You gonna Take Tris tonight?"
"All the way..." Punk wetted his lips with his tongue a little, having gotten a bit of dry mouth from his lusty pants that seemed to come naturally whenever he eyed the hare. "How many times have you taken Jizzal?"
Nyn poked his underclassman in the shoulder, "That's not polite to ask, but twice."
"Wow, and you're still together? Maybe I do..." Punk trailed off, for fear of being cheesy.
"Have a chance?" Nyn grabbed his ball as it came out, "I'd say more than a chance. Just make sure you don't intimidate him too much."
Punk grabbed his ball too, and they threw. Nyn picked up his spare and Punk missed.
Nyn smirked to Punk, "Just remember to thank me for setting this up when he's yours." They both walked back to the seats to sit down, confident that the loud music being played in the bowling alley, the sound of pins being knocked down, and the other two's conversation to have kept the hare from overhearing
Tris perked as Punk sat next to him and pulled him close around the waist, almost pulling the high schooler into his collegic lap. Tris wriggled a little and managed to stand fully. This caused his rump to be nearly in the folf's face. Punk leaned in, trying to get a good sniff, or nuzzle, but Tris was already getting his ball, giggling, well, like a schoolboy. Punk just stared at the hare's rump as he bowled.
Nyn chuckled near his ear, "Think you can last the game?"
Punk started and looked back to see his RA had silently moved to just behind him, just to get a rise out of him, apparently. "Yes." He barked, irritated. Just then the song "Hungry Eyes" by Richard Marx reached its titular chorus. He merfed as it seemed the world was mocking him, and looked to see Tris' rump bouncing up and down.
Nyn chuckled as Tris and Jizzal bounced up and down before they hugged, the hare having gotten a strike. He then saw that Punk was mesmerized and cleared his throat, "Tris got a Strike, by the way."
Punk snapped out of his reverie for bunny buttocks, "I know that." He said in such a way that meant he had totally missed it. He saw Tris padding back over to him, "That was a good shot, Bunny."
Tris blushed softly, "Thanks, Punk." He seemed a little hesitant to use the nickname, possibly since it had such harsh connotations.
Punk stood, kissed Tris in passing, almost not even touching, before he retrieved his ball and went to the alley.
Nyn chuckled and patted Tris on the head, before hugging Jizzal softly.
The skunk murred softly at the embrace, "Love, it's your turn..."
"I know..." The grey wolf rumbled as he stroked over the skunk in his arms.
"You know after this round we can stop to do whatever..." Jizzal mumbled, nuzzling his boyfriend's chest. "So the sooner we finish this round..."
Nyn sighed and pulled away from his skunk just as Punk returned, glowing as the computer scorekeeper showed he had a strike. The folf grasped Tris' rump as he pulled the hare close, squeezing it gently as he kissed Tris again, "Mmm... Seems you're my good luck bunny. Gotta keep it flowing..."
Tris blushed deeply, and the rest of the evening was a blur. A flurry of smashing bowling pins and stolen touches, all while the marks made their way across the scoreboard. Little moments stood out, like sneaking up on Punk to snatch his ball away during the moment it was weightless at the end of the folf's back reached arm. Or he and Jizzal swapping sides randomly and waiting for the college boys to notice and be told to go back. It wasn't very long at all, it seemed, that Tris threw his last ball of the round, and jumped up and down happily from getting a Strike. A final tally of the scores showed Nyn got in first, Punk second, Jizzal third, and Tris fourth. "It's okay. I didn't expect to win." The hare smiled softly as Jizzal congratulated the grey wolf with snuggles and kisses.
Punk's muzzle pressed against the side of Tris' neck from behind, before working its way in soft kisses and licks to one long ear, "What do you say we go somewhere private for a little while?"
Tris blushed deeply, worried for a moment. But when he thought about it, Punk hadn't been rough, just dominant so far. He nodded softly, "Alright..."
"Good bunny." The folf said as he walked around the hare, taking his paw and starting to lead him along towards the bathrooms.
The hare didn't have a chance to look back before he found himself in the Males' room. Punk opened a stall and eased Tris into it. He closed the door behind him and turned to Tris, "So, little bunny. Would you like to be mine? At least for the night..." As he said so his paw strayed to his fly.
Tris blushed deeply as he thought about it, the motion of the paw leading him to a conclusion, "You want to mount me...?"
The folf smiled wide, "Among other things," He started undoing his fly, "But that's a start."
Tris looked into Punk's eyes, his mind weighing the options, before he said softly, "Will you be gentle...?"
Punk smiled warmly, "Awww... Of course I will, little bunny. What kind of folf would I be if I treated you wrong?" The hare only blushed deeper. "And you don't have to worry. I got checked at a clinic last month. I have nothing that will make you regret sleeping with me. Except maybe my personality."
This diffused Tris' anxiety, "A-Alright..."
"Good..." The folf reached down and gently undid Tris' pants too. He licked his lips when he saw the bunny's ample package, "Very nice, Bunny. I'll have to sample that later..." He fished out his own hardening shaft from his pants, kissing Tris tenderly to silence any response he might have made, before he suckled over two fingers. He lowered the fingers between Tris' legs, and found the pucker he was searching for. He slowly pressed in and Tris' back arched as he groaned. Punk grinned, "Music to my ears."
Tris panted softly as the fingers started to gently work in and out of his tailhole, loosening him up, preparing him for his own shaft. Tris looked down and saw the folf's member, blushing at its size, and was glad that the folf was stretching him out first. The hare gasped as a third finger pressed in, all three wiggling around. The bunny wriggled a little on the toilet seat as Punk worked his ring a little wider. The paw pulled away, and then guided the shaft to Tris' tailhole. Punk looked into Tris' eyes, as if making sure he was ready. The hare nodded softly. With a grin Punk pushed his shaft into the yielding depths of the bunny. Tris groaned, grabbing the handicap bars for support as the shaft spread him out deeper than the fingers had. The folf pulled back a little, before thrusting forward, all the way to the hilt. Tris grunted at the impact of hips as the shaft throbbed deep inside. The hare flexed his rump a little, hoping it helped. Punk leaned in to kiss him even as his hips started to work, a gentle but firm rhythm of thrusting being established.
Tris' ears perked as much as they could in their floppiness. The hare heard someone entering the next stall, blushing. He heard a familiar giggle and blushed deeper. Jizzal was in the next stall. A deep rumble sounded. He guessed it must have been Nyn. He heard a wet shluck from the next booth and blushed, realizing Nyn had had similar urges to Punk.
The hare felt something warm on his belly and he blushed when he realized it was a drop of pre from his own member, his jacket open and revealing his bare torso beneath as the folf mated his rump so well. Each powerful thrust pushed him closer and closer to his edge, before he cried out, seed splattering over his face, neck, chest, and belly from the force of his own orgasm. Punk kept thrusting, not having gotten off yet, the motions keeping Tris cumming for longer than he normally would have and not letting his shaft really soften much. The folf kissed Tris softly, then licked his face. Tris closed his eyes, enjoying the ride, before he heard the stall door open. He looked and saw Nyn with a pair of rental shoes draped around his neck, the shoelaces tied together, and no other apparel. He blushed deeply, then saw that Nyn's belly was swollen large, and in the shape of a figure curled up. He squeaked in fear.
Punk turned his head, "Dammit, now you've scared him." He looks back to Tris, "Sorry bunny, but I want you to be mine. Completely."
Before Tris could react, his head and jacket-clad shoulders were in the folf's maw. He whimpered fearfully and writhed, trying to pull back using his hands on the safety bars, but Punk's cock got in the way. The hare released the bars and reached to push at Punk's chest. He heard Nyn speaking from outside, "Shhhh... You'll be fine bunny. And so will Jizzal. He loves it inside me, don't you, Skunkie?"
The hare whimpered muffled from inside the throat his head was stuffed into. He pushed his paws at Punk's chest, before they were caught, and gently caressed in Punk's own paws, soothing him slightly, and the words of the wolf started to sink in.
"He's been in there before, too." Nyn continued, as he naughtily got his own arousal, and pressed it up against Punk's own Tailhole. He pressed in firmly as he reached to help the folf's paws pull the bunny in, Jizzal firmly wedged between the two predators in his snug locale. Tris' arms were soon pinned to his sides by the advancing maw, and Punk was moaning from a combination of the flavors of the bunny and the thrusts of the dominant wolf.
Punk's shaft was freed of the bunny's rump before he had the chance to cum, and Tris felt his feet leaving the ground. His loins were slathered over in a thick folfish tongue for a good minute or so, the bunny blushing as his face remained pressed to a ring of flesh he could only think of being the entrance to Punk's stomach. When the folf was satisfied with the spent loins of the bunny, he gulped, and Tris' head was pushed firmly through the ring into the warm chamber beyond. Tris wriggled weakly, feeling his legs being drawn in, as well as the rocking of the hare's whole body. He also felt fingers undoing his laces expertly on one shoe then the other. He wondered what was going on, until he heard Nyn, as if from a distance, "You know we have to return these before we leave."
Tris whimpered, feeling in that moment that the wolf cared about him less than a pair of rental shoes. He had to curl up as his lower legs were dragged in, tight pants and all, the hare perking as he felt the hot tongue playing over his feet. He wriggled at this feeling, and whimpered, feeling that Punk was teasing him on purpose. Soon enough, however, his feet left the cool air of the bathroom for the warmth of Punk's body, and he felt the muscles all around him flex and drag his legs all the way down into his belly, even as Punk and Nyn howled in pleasure together.
Punk panted, hearing his seed splatter into the toilet, even as his rump got filled with the wolf's seed. He felt Nyn pull out and pat his rump, "Who's your RA?" Nyn chuckled.
Punk blinked a little at that, "You are..."
Nyn grinned, turning Punk around to rub his squirming belly, "That was your thanks for me introducing you to this sweet bunny." He kissed where the bunny's face appeared on the belly softly. "You think you'll wanna take him again?"
Punk murred softly, and belched, "As much as I can." He reached down to rub his belly, "Relax, little bunny. You're all safe and mine now. I won't hurt you. Here, feel Jizzal." He pressed his belly firmly against Nyn's belly, which wriggled a bit too. The two bellies pressed against each other, and Nyn laughed as he heard the muffled remains of a conversation between the two meals.
Punk could feel the moment that Tris was assured he was safe by Jizzal, since the bunny stopped trying to escape, and instead was starting to gently rub. Nyn pulled away and slipped out of the stall as Punk worked at trying to get his pants back on. He groaned and belched, causing his belly to get more detailed, but less air. Tris pressed at the walls as they tightened around him, and Punk caressed the hare's face through his flesh, "Shhh... It'll be alright, Bunny. You're all mine now. No one else's." Tristan slumped, either from exhaustion or relaxation, and Punk smiled, "That's a good bunny. Mine." The folf slid out of the stall, rubbing his tummy as it started to gurgle softly.
Nyn padded out of the other stall, dressed now, and patted his own gurgling gut, "Alright, Punk, lets head out."
Punk nodded, and followed Nyn out of the bathroom, rubbing his bunny softly, all his for the night.
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