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It had been a few days since I had been released. Things had begun to feel almost normal again. Claire seemed a lot less sullen, cheerful, talkative. The four of us had spent the past few days settling in, stocking up on foodstuffs, even making calls to my parents, who, of course, were worried sick when they saw my arm in a cast.

“Oh please. You know I’ve hurt myself worse in tournaments.” That, of course, didn’t work on my mother, who spent the better part of the hour alternating between worried admonishments and asking me when I was coming home. She didn’t seem to like the idea that I wasn’t, for the foreseeable future, so she pretended she didn’t hear it, and kept circling back.

My father was more reasonable, and instead asked me about my well being, my supplies, my team. Pragmatic concerns for a pragmatic man. When I expressed doubt about the condition of my camping equipment, and explained the stay in the cabin, he merely laughed and told me he’d make sure I had what I need when I was ready to go. He was proud of me, for standing by my choices, even when, like now, they weren’t easy. In his words, I never asked for anything, so he never knew what to get me. It was nice that he’d be able to do something now.

For all that I didn’t have what I thought was a very good, or traditional childhood, I felt a humbling understanding at it all. They cared, in their own way. They simply also had their own obligations and duties. I hadn’t changed that, and all they could do was their best by me. I wasn’t forgotten. I was taught to stand on my own feet. There was a difference, and I’d come to realize that.

I felt happy, positive as the call ended. It was a good morning, and I enjoyed listening in to the girls talk over breakfast. Tempest and Claire had found a rhythm, again. Mira stayed close to me most of the time now, and today was no exception, a ribbon under the table to lay across my knee as she ate from a comfortable little spot on a repurposed sofa cushion beside me.

I hadn’t realized how much the hospital medicine had dulled my mind, until I heard their chatter clearly after I left. The pain medicine had done a wonderful job, but at quite a price, I realized. I wasn't sure it was a fair trade, for all that it was necessary at first. Still, it wasn't necessary now, so I’d made plans, since the weather had let up a little, to take us all out. I needed, among other things, a new coat, and it would be a nice change of pace to go for a walk. Or, a hobble. Close enough.

Claire’s response was a bright, happy color at the edges of my vision. “Do you think we could stop somewhere for lunch?” She asked, as she began to clear the table. She giggled at my first thought. “I know we just ate. I don’t mean let’s go eat now. Lunch, love.”

Tempest took the stack of plates and cups from her, washing them in the sink. A sink which was just slightly taller than she was. I didn’t hide my amusement very well, but rather than any kind of annoyance, she just laughed, and made a show of stretching much more than she really had to, to reach the tap handles, tail wagging the whole time as she did, glancing back to make sure my eyes were on her ass. They were.

Mira, sated from her meal, had hopped back up on the bed, curling up to watch the show from across the room as Claire and Tempest cleaned up. She spent a lot of time watching them, lately. But the only feelings I got from her were those of quiet satisfaction.

“Lunch sounds fine. I could honestly go for something grilled.” I admitted, scratching my cheek. Claire giggled, picking up on my thoughts, full from breakfast and still I was utterly salivating at the idea.

“Great! It’s a date, then!” Claire said, as Tempest murmured happy agreement, wrapping her arms around me, oblivious to their dampness from the sink. I didn’t mind it, so much. I’d dry. It was nice just to have them close, my arms circling them both, pulling them tight against me.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’m sorry.” I apologized, as they nuzzled into me. “I think, come spring when we’re back on the road, I’ll make a point to take us places other than the middle of absolute nowhere.” I said, as I ran my hand subtly down Tempest’s back, her tail swaying slowly as my fingers captured it. She arched, looking up at me in feigned innocent surprise.

“Aww, but I like sticks, rocks, dirt, and the feeling of complete social abandonment!” Mira said from across the room with a laugh, her ribbons swaying with her own delight and amusement as Tempest cackled at the quip.

Claire grinned, looking across the room at Mira. “You say that now, but what happens if we go back to the cities and the girls start fawning over him?” She asked, with a playful wink.

“They’ll have to get in line.” She replied, with a dismissive wave of her ribbons. “Somewhere behind us three, and the cuties we’d be bringing to him, ourselves.”

“Oh? You mean you don’t want him all to yourself?” Tempest asked, looking up at me with her bright, red eyes. “I think we all do, at least sometimes. Like now. Please?” She asked, batting her eyelashes teasingly at me.

“Hey, we all know who he is.” Mira answered, as she watched the play from her comfortable spot. “And who we are. Remember how you introduced me to that? You loved it, and part of me loved watching it. You look good pinned down and ravaged.” She added, as Tempest trembled beneath my touch.

I laughed, chiming in as I gave Tempest’s ass a squeeze. “She has a point, though she was way more turned on than a decent girl should be.” I teased, offering Mira a knowing smile. “But I think you’re going to have to share, today.” I told Tempest, as she rocked her hips back and forth, pushing into my groping fingertips. “I’m feeling energetic, and perky for the first time in ages.” I paused, turning to kiss Claire, who wrapped her arms around my neck, capturing me, holding me there as she took the kind of kiss she wanted from me. Deep, wet, lingering. Her thoughts and mine fixated on the dance between our tongues.

Between the two of them, breakfast was well and truly done. They led me back to the bed, and began to strip me down. Mira teased her silky smooth feelers over me as they did, but got out of the way as they pulled me onto the soft surface, watching from a comfortable distance on the back of the sofa. She openly played with herself, making a show of what she could do with those ribbons. “Tonight, you’re mine, master.” It was a promise, and a temptation.

There was no stopping them, not that I objected, as Claire pushed me back on the bed, crawling up my body with a series of kisses over my bare skin, her fur, thick and soft, tickling over my stomach as she brought herself to straddle my face. She made a show of parting herself, her tender pussy sinking down against my lips with her on hands and knees above me. Then, all I could see was her dark, shadowy fur, so I closed my eyes, and began to push my tongue into her.

Her thoughts were somewhere between anticipation and levity, as I set to the task of giving her pleasure. Her wet walls gripped at me as I did everything I could to push my tongue in a little further. Her hips bucked, writhed as she pushed and pulled and did everything she could to hit all the little spots she liked.

Tempest, not to be outdone, had my still only half-ready cock in her heavy hands, her tongue running over me with a fervor bordering on temple worship. If she kept it up, she’d have a face full of me well before she took me inside.

Claire moaned, but looked over her shoulder. For the briefest moment, I saw what she saw. Tempest looking up at her, with a teasing grin as she began her descent, taking me to the back of her hot mouth. The pleasure of that motion disrupted what I saw, and once again, it was the darkness of Claire’s body, and the warm sweetness of her femininity dancing on my tongue.

“Tell her to stop teasing, and get on it.” I shot at Claire, as I pushed my tongue deeper inside. My hands kneaded her ass, pulling her down on my face a little harder. She moaned, but did as I told her, breathily conveying my desires to Tempest.

Tempest didn’t skip a beat, heaving herself up on the bed and backing up against my risen rod. I felt her claws, pinpricks against my skin, scraping down just a little as she parted her walls with my member. A hissed intake of breath as it hit her back wall. The feeling of a soft breeze, and the slightest tickle from her swaying tail. I moaned into Claire, who peaked, clutching my head, grinding herself against me as her moisture trickled down my cheek.

My fingertips found her tight ring, and began to tease it, tugging and pushing and doing everything short of penetration, no matter how she moved to try and capture them. Her climactic pleasure gave way to a mental current of want, of need, before I gave her the humiliating realization she’d missed in the moment.

“What, you want them to watch as you get your tight little ass pleasured?” I asked her, the growing mental contact tinged with satisfied hues of green. I squeezed her ass, made a show of running a digit around that tight ring as she wiggled her hips, trying to get more.

“I do. Master, I want them to watch as you treat me like your favorite little slut. I want them to see. I want the whole world to see!” She replied, pushing back as I began to penetrate her. “I don’t care who knows, so long as you do.”

Tempest leaned in, tugging on Claire’s tail, pulling her back against my probing fingers as she bucked and swayed on my cock. Her tight, hot channel clutched at me. Gripped at me with every motion, trying to keep me inside.

I heard Mira hit climax, for all she tried to muffle it, a loud whine not stopped much at all by the pillow she buried her face in. Tempest panted as she rode me but managed to call out to her in her sultry sexy voice. “You don’t have to stay away. Want a turn? I’ll get off after I get off.”

I bucked my hips into Tempest as she stalled on me, surprising her, making her fall partly forward before grinding back against me. She laughed, her hand on my stomach stilling me as she took what she wanted. “Sorry, master. I got distracted.” She offered in apology, riding me in earnest once more.

Claire had found herself more or less trapped between my tongue, and my busy fingers, and gave up any pretense of anything beyond wet, needy self-pleasure, her own dainty digits busy caressing the pert little nubs of her nipples as she accepted the push and pull of my fingers in her ass to guide the pace of her pussy grinding against my mouth.

Mira laughed, and I felt her weight settling in on the bed next to us. I couldn’t quite tell what she was up to until her ribbons were around my wrist, pulling and pushing and setting her own pace on one side, and guiding Tempest to slow down on the other. “If we’re going to do this, we’re doing it my way. Slow down. Draw it out. When he finishes, and he will, it’ll take all three of us to clean up. You two had better share.”

“As for you, master… you just be a good boy, and I’ll make sure you get a real treat today.” She teased. I felt her silky smooth ribbon caressing me, sneaking up my thigh to cradle my balls as she played director.

I could tell it was hard for Tempest to take it slow, her heavy hands clutched at the blanket on either side of me, and she whimpered, trembled, whined as her own orgasm was denied. She wanted it hard, and rough and couldn’t. Mira made her slow down every time she got close. I could feel her frustration, I mirrored it, all I wanted to do was buck up into her, take her, deep and hard just the way she wanted. I wanted so badly to flood her, but that wasn’t what we were doing today. It was maddening, Mira’s caressing over my sensitive skin, her cradling those heavy orbs.

Claire had it easy, in relative terms. She’d already climaxed twice. But even she found herself teased, denied. My probing fingertips guided to just the very edge of being within her, that tight ring gripping at them as Mira’s ribbon caressed Claire’s entire body. She’d been brought off of my face, inches away from me. I could smell her. I could damn near taste her. But close enough wasn’t, and all I could do was see her looking down at me, writhing against my fingertips. Violet embarrassment at wanting more, needing more, even though Tempest and Mira were both watching her seek it out.

Mira was having fun. Her ribbon working over me was eager, playful, knowing. She was the puppet master, we were her toys. All we wanted was to finish, but it seemed to go on forever. She teased all of us. It was even-handed. Then, with a bark, she tugged Tempest down hard on my cock, and pushed Mira back against my fingers.

“You get thirty seconds, make it count!” She told them, suddenly spurring them on. Neither wasted a moment taking their pleasure. I felt Tempest come first, clamped down on me, her moisture dribbling down as she practically howled, her voice echoing on the far wall.

It was the sound that sent Claire over the edge, my fingers buried fully in her, as she bucked her hips against my mouth. Her dainty hands had gripped the sides of my head, pulling herself harder into my probing tongue as her own fluids splashed down. Eager shades of green, shamed purples, and a tinge of golden joy as her humiliated climax washed over her like a wave.

Thirty seconds had gone by too fast. I was so close. So damn close when Mira pulled Tempest off of me, and called Claire to join them. She looked down at me from beside my hips, and I could see it in her eyes before she spoke.

“Ask nicely, master… and I’ll give you a real show.”

“Please, Mira. Please. I need this.” I replied, propping myself up on my elbows as I watched the girls, staring at my glistening, twitching shaft. I realized I should have felt humiliated. Should have felt something. Whatever I was, in that moment I wasn’t in control. I didn’t mind that she took charge. It was fun.

“Good boy.” She replied, one ribbon circling my rod, the other guiding Tempest’s heavy hand to one side, Claire’s dainty fingers to the other. “You two know what to do.”

The three of them began to stroke me, the pressure and weight of Tempest and Claire pressed against the silky smooth ribbon, holding it tight against me as they moved in close together. A real show. She wasn’t kidding, and there was no way I could have held it back.

Hot, thick, urgent. My release splashed out, covering Mira’s cheek, spraying Claire across her fluffy ear. Dribbling on Tempest’s waiting nose. Coating Mira’s ribbon, soaking between the soft little fingers of Claire’s hand, glistening on Tempest’s claws. They didn’t move away. No. They took turns lapping it up. First from my cock, as I writhed and moaned and trembled at their attention to my overly sensitive flesh. Then from each other, as I watched. At first, Claire and Tempest seemed fixated on each other, but after a few moments they both turned on Mira, Tempest holding her down while Claire buried her tongue inside Mira’s pussy.

She squeaked in surprise as the tables were turned, but then wrapped a wet ribbon around my arm, looking up at me, arching and writhing and moaning as Claire put her talents to good use. My hand lead her ribbons back to my cock, and I made a show of slowly stroking myself, in front of her face while Claire had her way with her.

It was my turn to have a say, and with a gentle nudge, I pulled Tempest to switch out for Claire. Neither objected, as Mira writhed and moaned and bucked into Tempest’s eager motions. Her heavy hands took Mira’s hips, pulling her in a little harder as she worked.

While Tempest was busy lapping away at Mira’s wet cunt, I stroked myself with her silky, warm ribbons, inches away from her face. She didn’t need me to say a word, and took over, her head eagerly bobbing as she took me into her mouth. Her moans around me were amazing, I could feel it to the core of me.

Claire had settled between Tempest’s thighs, and the sudden surprise of it caused Tempest to buck her hips, pushing her mouth harder against Mira, who in turn was forced further down on me. I could feel her gag, but instead of pulling away, her ribbons snaked around me, tugging me to push in.

Before long, the two of us had found a rhythm, and I was eagerly treating her to the kind of fuck she wanted. Tempest and Claire had begun to get distracted with each other, so I nudged the two to finish what they’d started.

I was about to do the same. I couldn’t hold back the moan as my second climax of the day came, swiftly overwhelming me, it was all I could do to not fall on Mira, who eagerly pushed herself up a little more, willingly gagging herself as she took me, and my release as deep as she could.

I trembled as I pulled myself back out of her mouth, and all but collapsed beside her, reaching down to scoop her up, pulling her into my embrace. Breathless, wordless, my eyes met hers, my hands lost in her ribbons. She giggled, as Claire and Tempest both moaned in concert, before they too, joined us, panting and sated on the bed.

“I don’t think we have to worry about any city girls.” Mira said, as she wrapped her ribbons around Tempest and Claire. “Nobody’s gonna make him feel the way we do.”

“You could give lessons.” Tempest more moaned than said, before laying beside me, snuggling close. “Maybe after a nap.”

“What happened to going out?” Claire asked, as she laid down on the other side, tugging Mira to lay atop me. “Though… maybe a nap wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Did I tire you three out? Come on now.” Mira said, but she didn’t argue, her head coming to rest on my chest, with a playful smirk. “Fine. But we’re still going out for lunch in a bit.”

“In a bit.” I agreed, colors that didn’t quite exist at the edge of my consciousness, as I basked in the warmth, the comfort. The feeling of being home. I laughed, long and loud, and scratched behind Mira’s ears. She didn’t ask why. Didn’t need to. Tempest wagged her tail, that familiar little sway at my laugh met with a gentle pet down her back.

Claire’s brush of thought against mine was weighted with deep, emotional blues and growing satisfied golds. We were a mess, all of us. But we had all shared that moment, together. Warm and satisfying, and loving. We were all of those things again. It was with that same feeling of relaxation, of happiness that we set about our business for the day. I had a little trouble with the crutch, but thanks to Tempest, I didn’t have to hassle with doors, or carry much of anything. All in all, it was a pleasant experience.

A good pair of boots, and a decent winter coat set me back more than I wanted, but it couldn’t be helped. I’d practically walked the soles of my old shoes, and my ragged coat looked like something out of a horror movie after my time in the mine. I knew I’d be tucking the new coat away come spring, but better to have and not need, as the old adage went.

Lunch was beyond my best hopes. I hadn’t expected the little spit of nowhere to have anything really good, but we settled on a small diner, and enjoyed the kind of meal you’d reminisce to your grandchildren about. Tempest and I split a perfectly seasoned steak, while Mira and Claire shared fish and chips over idle conversation.

Of course, I encouraged them to save room for dessert. I thought the menu false, but the pie was fresh baked, flaky, warm and not too sweet. It seemed, to my amusement, to also be gone in an instant.

As we made our way back, it occurred to me, these were the moments I lived for as a trainer. Not the gyms, or the league. Not the wandering over hell and creation in the middle of winter with a ragged tent. Though all of that was fun, too. No, it was the idle moments. The quiet conversation, watching the girls have fun. The moments where there wasn’t anything terribly pressing, and we could just enjoy a day. Those were the ones I’d want to remember, years down the road. The gyms, the trials, the training, they were good things, but they seemed more... an excuse to go a little further. Try a little harder.

Things had, to my immense relief, calmed down. Tempest and I trained that night, and it felt like, for the first time I could remember, she actively listened to everything I had to say. Claire sat and watched, and after a while had stood in to demonstrate on my behalf. I’d hoped she picked up a thing or two from it, as well. But she would probably never be that kind of fighter.

Mira was still a bit of a lazy-bones, but even she joined in on a little fun and agility training. Or rather, the snowball fight we had that I figured was good enough. I was a sitting duck, with the boot, of course. But it was still much more fun than I’d expected.

In the end, Mira offered me a rain check on her earlier promise, and we settled for a hot shower together. She was a lot more versatile than I’d expected, using her ribbons to scour my back with a washcloth. When we were alone, words were one-sided, but I began to get a sense of how she felt, at least in general terms. I could tell if she agreed, or didn’t, if she was happy, or unhappy. I could feel, at the very least, any extreme of her opinions.

That night, she was worn out, but happy, and relaxed. For the first time in a while, she was well and truly relaxed. As we headed back into the bedroom, Claire and Tempest had the blankets pulled back, helping me settle in, snuggled up to Mira before they joined in. It felt like there was barely enough room, but it didn’t matter. I think we all enjoyed the closeness. A closeness we hadn’t felt together in a long time.