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Kailey sat alone upon the sectional, Wii-Mote in-hand. The colors on the TV whizzed by as she raced Bowser across the track, getting passed by other computer-controlled avatars. The race was not going very well for her, and she had sort of given up a while ago.

She acquired a Bullet Bill power-up, and used it haphazardly. As the Wii-Mote vibrated in her palm, she absently brought it down to her exposed sex.

"Mmmh..." She closed her eyes, letting the vibrations tickle her clitoris.

Just then, the doorknob jiggled and the door to the den opened.

Kailey's eyes flicked open and she tried to toss the Wii-Mote away, but the strap attached to her wrist only made it clatter against the couch. She looked up at her bemused lover, a grin on the vixen's face.

"If you want to vibe, we got better toys for that," Brittany pointed out, approaching the couch, the hem of her over-sized shirt swaying as she took her approach in small hop-scotch skips.

The strap of the Wii-Mote slipped off the skunkette's wrist, just as her lover settled a knee between her thighs and leaned in. She closed her eyes as Brittney's muzzle homed in on her own. Their lips sealed, and her mouth was invaded by her lover's tongue. She felt the vixen's giggle as vibrations and slight air, as her tongue futilely shied away from Brittney's.

The kiss parted, and Brittany knelt down to rest her chin on her lover's knee. She smiled as she retrieved the Wii-Mote without looking, and used it to turn off the system. "You're so quiet, lately," she observed.

"Just... still getting used to... all this," Kailey explained.

"You were fine a few days ago," Brittany pointed out, licking the skunkette's knee-cap.

Kailey's leg twitched in reflex. "I dunno... sometimes it just gets... a little crazy..."

"But you like it," the vixen stated, licking from the top of her knee up to her mid-thigh, eliciting more twitches and squirms. "You feel more comfortable when it's just me?" She asked in a sultry voice, her tongue touching her lover's thigh again.

A frog caught in Kailey's throat as her lover's tongue went up her thigh, but aimed inward. She covered her mouth to hide the gasp as the tongue touched her girlhood.

Brittany took in a deep breath through her nose. "You're sopping wet," she cooed. "I thought I was gonna have to get you going, but I see you're ready for me." The vixen stood up, and grabbed her lover's heels. She tugged, pulling the skunkette off of the couch.

Kailey panted as her rear slid off, lowering on the carpet. She crawled on her palms as Brittany guided her by raised heels farther from the couch, until she had room to lie back. Her feet were placed gently onto the carpet, and the vixen knelt between her raised knees.

"I bet I can help you feel more comfortable," she said with a smile, and gripped the lip of her shirt.

As it raised up, the skunkette's lips fell agape. There, between her lover's legs, was... "Wh--where did... did you get... that?" Kailey questioned, her words breathy.

"Oh, this little thing?" The vixen asked, rhetorically, reaching down to circle her fingers about the girth of the long, thick penis that stood proudly at attention between her groin. "It's a secret," she teased, spreading her thighs a bit to reach down with her other fingers, and cup the dangling sac below it.

"I'll be happy to share it with you, if you want," she offered, pointing the tapered tip to her lover's entrance. "I mean... the dick... not my secret," she clarified with a giggle. "So... how 'bout it? I'm so hard I'm aching; and there's this crippling urge to drain my nuts of all their cum." She let out a heavy, lusty breath. "I have no idea how Justin can feel this way and not tackle us down and fill all our cuties up right when he walks through the door."

Kailey squirmed when her lover's penis rested against her folds, and stared into Brittany's eyes when the vixen moved to be on top of her. Then, her heart raced when her lover whimpered, pathetic and needy.

"Please, Kay-Kay? I haven't cum, yet." She started to tremble. "I'm drying to feel what it's like. Will you be my first release?"

A tear went down the skunkette's temple, and she gave a quiet nod.

Brittany slipped her hand down to guide her tip toward her lover's entrance, and took Kailey's cheeks into her hands. "Thank you, so much, my love," she cooed, as she ceremoniously thrust in.

Kailey groaned and rolled over, stirring awake. Her body was warm, and right away she could tell she had orgasmed. The absorbent material on her mattress crinkled as she sat up, looking down.

She blushed when she saw a few puddles of what was most definitely not urine settled onto the material. She reached down to touch her folds, accidentally brushing a finger over her button. She clamped a hand over her muzzle as she let out a moan, but could do nothing to silence the squelch as more feminine cum squirted onto the cover, adding to the puddle between her legs.

* * *

Justin opened the door to the den, quickly ducking in just to drop off his backpack before slipping out, without really glancing at the girls. He continued on to the bathroom, stripping off his shirt and socks as he went.

"Hey," he greeted, even before he really entered the bathroom.

"Hi," was the white kitten's quiet reply. She sat upon the closed toilet. She watched as he shimmied out of his shorts and briefs, his pink tip already poking out of his sheath to greet the onlooker.

"Gonna join me this time?" He asked, stopping before her and turning, his erection sprouting as if to try and entice her.

She blushed, but didn't avert her eyes from it. "Do... you need me to?" She asked, squirming a little out of bashfulness.

"I don't need you to, but if you want to," he replied. Then, he shrugged, "I won't be upset if you don't."

Lauren's foot wiggled as she hesitated. She was in charge of keeping Justin company while he rinsed off. It was a job she had only acquired just yesterday, when Justin arrived sweaty again. Ashly assigned her the task, and she didn't object; but, she was in two minds about it. On one hand, she was tempted to take the opportunity to play with him. On the other, she didn't want to abuse it, or upset Ashly.

She felt like Ashly had picked her because Justin wouldn't be able to tie with her, and because she wasn't necessarily as overtly hungry for his cock like her sister was. The key word being overtly.

When she didn't respond for a few seconds, he smiled, and leaned over. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, and gave her a tender kiss on her lips. He chuckled when she leaned forward as he started to recede, and held the kiss a little longer for her.

Eventually, though, their lips parted. He stepped into the tub, and knelt down in front of the faucet. Using the shower proper was a hassle; for a quick rinse, all that was needed was the water from the faucet. He turned it on, waiting for it to get warm while it splattered droplets all over his thighs and torso.

As he waited, he glanced to his left.

Yesterday, she had worn a camisole as her pajama attire, without any bottoms. Today, for comfy day, she wore a pair of panties that were actually too small on her. Their base color was white, but the pink trim and hundreds of tiny, pink polka-dots, gave the illusion of a solid, but very faint, light-pink. The underwear might as well have been a G-String, for it just barely covered her vulva, leaving the downy-furred crux of her thighs and hips bare for his eyes.

His tongue quickly wet his lips from left to right as he ogled her.

She had turned to face him, and was leaning back just a little. She was supported by the heels of her palms on the other side of the toilet's edge, and the heels of her feet barely catching onto the underside of the bowl. The posture did allow her to part her knees, giving him nearly full show of her girlhood, aside from what her underwear strained to conceal.

"You look so cute and sexy in those undies," he complimented with a smile, delighting in the way she blushed and squirmed to try and widen her knees that much more. He distracted from her mound to check the temperature and, having found it to be adequate, tempered the flow. The pipes quietly rung with a high pitch as the water sputtered out at a third its full potential.

His eyes returned to his company's petite and concealed sex, as his wet hands gently fondled his own. He reached blindly for the shampoo, and when his hand bumped it, the bottle tumbled into the tub, causing him to frantically grab it.

She giggled, her knees wiggling, and her left foot slipped from under the bowl, forcing her to sit upright again.

"Maybe I could get a teensy little peek at your cutie?" He asked, lathering his hands and capping the bottle with a snap.

Her knees pressed together and she leaned sideways, as if bashful. Her fingers went to her waist, and she began pushing them down. She worked them as he worked the lather. She got them past her rump by leaning to the other side and shimmying them while rocking side-to-side a bit. Once they were mid-thigh, she lifted her knees up just a little to slip them down to that far. Scooting back so that her hands could brace her once again, she began parting her knees.

As did, the loosened, under-sized panties acquiesced to her actions, slipping down her legs before quickly dropping to her ankles.

The wolf pup let out a satisfied growl as she presented her kittenhood to him.

It was pinker than her undies; lusciously and intimately so. Though the tone was merely a thin slit between her nearly-furless labia, it was more than enough to serve as a harbinger for the wonderful hues that lay dormant just out of sight.

His hands worked the shampoo in, yes, but he also took the opportunity to tease himself. He complimented her with a groan when she brazenly took one bracing-hand away to spread her lower lips, giving his eyes a better variety of her feminine palette of colors.

After a moment of touching himself to her display, he shuffled closer to the stream falling from the neck of the faucet, and began rinsing. "Silly Laurie," he said, as he washed all the shampoo suds into the basin of the tub. "I just wanted a little peep and here you go giving me a whole show."

She mewed, bringing one knee over to hide her nudity.

He cut the water. "But, I loved it. Your cutie is so pretty," he complimented.

"Uhm... thanks," she said, shyly.

He stood up, and reached for the towel hanging on the wall above the back of the toilet. But, just before he touched it, it was snatched away. He looked at the kitten.

"Um... can I... dry you off?" She asked.

He smiled, and turned to face her. "Sure," he accepted, his hands moving behind his back to give her full, unobstructed access.

She slid off the toilet seat, and stepped into the tub.

He watched her curiously, and rotated so that he faced her the entire time, until he was facing away from the faucet.

She knelt in front of him, both ends of the towel bunched in her hands, and went for him. As carefully as she could, she fumbled the towel over his genitals. She eventually found that holding him from underneath to brace her careful actions was the best way to go about it, considering she had never done that kind of thing before. As she patted and brushed the towel over him, she could feel his rising erection.

Her hand paused, feeling the stiffness. Then, she faltered, and pulled her hands back, clasping the towel to her chest. "Uhm... is that... dry enough?" She questioned, looking up at him. The smile she was given made the butterflies in her stomach flutter.

"I dunno. You tell me," he replied.

She saw his penis twitch, and her cheeks burned. She dropped the towel over the rim of the tub, and poised her hands. She took one last nervous glance up, but then another twitch of his shaft caught her focus. Her fingers touched.

She flinched when he surged at her touch, but then recovered her ground. She hefted his testicles, and tentatively wrapped her hand about his girth. She rubbed her thumb on the underside, her other fingers coaxing it down so that his urethra pointed to her nose.

She parted her lips, and her tongue quickly flicked out over the tip. His penis throbbed in her grasp, and he took in a gasp. She expected him to brace her head, to pull her in, but he didn't; his hands remained behind his back.

She looked up at him as she pressed her lips to his tip, pausing for a second. She fought the urge to slink away out of embarrassment under his gaze, her heart pounding with a mix of delight and bashfulness. But the tingling all over her won out, and a gentle kiss to his tip quickly turned into her lips wrapped about his girth, halfway down his length.

She shivered at his contented groan, and at the way he bent his knees to give her a more comfortable angle. Still, he did not use his hands to coax her actions, and so she felt a little lost in her activities. She suckled for a time, her fur standing on end when he throbbed every so often. Her lips went further toward his pelvis, all the while suckling, her tongue flitting about every few seconds to stroke along the curve of his girth. She braced his legs when she felt him tremble, his breath hitching and holding.

Her lips settled against his developing knot. He was all the way down her throat, his tip bumping against her uvula when he twitched. Her nose pressed into his softer groinfur, and she could smell the shampoo. She could also barely catch the masculine musk that made her brow prickle with lust.

She cocked her head, her lips twisting around his girth until her nose was in the crook of his left thigh. She let out a moan, which sent his legs quivering. She receded, until just an inch or so of his tip was in her lips.

She suckled once again. She formed a ring with her thumb and forefinger, and wrapped them about his saliva-slicked shaft. She pushed the ring toward his pelvis, until it bumped against his gorged knot. Then, she pulled it back, and repeated the action.

"Oh, yeah," he grunted, "So tight..."

She let out a coo, suckling more earnestly. She stole a glance up at him, and faltered for just a few seconds when she saw he was still watching her. She blushed furiously, but wasn't deterred. If anything, a part of her was reinvigorated, and she doubled her efforts. She made the right tighter, and squeezed in a rhythmic pulse at his base while she ground against his knot.

"Oh fuck... Laur..."

He still didn't clasp her head, which now both disappointed her and yet made it all the more free and thrilling--she felt in total control.

He let out a whimper. "I... I won't last much l-longer if you do that again."

She gave him a firm suck, popping of his tip. She wanted to latch back on when he whined with desperation, his urges desiring to release his spunk into her muzzle. But she knew there would be another time where that could happen--and besides, if he wanted it that badly, he should have held her head in place.

Instead, she used her other hand to gently point his tip downward. She rested her lips on the top-side of his puphood, just beyond where her lips had been suckling a moment before, and tightened the ring. She pushed it forward, firmly pressing it into his knot, giving the spot her lips touched tender kisses.

She closed her eyes as he whimpered and struggled to stay upright, for she wasn't able to brace his thighs. She began spreading her fingers just enough to accommodate the girth of his knot, as she passed the ring over it, simulating a tie.

Just as her fingers securely nestled between the base of his knot and sheath, he began to emit that peculiar, rhythmic whimpering that complimented his orgasm. She sucked in a breath through her nose, inhaling the masculine odor of his semen as his penis suddenly warmed and began throbbing and pulsing regularly. She used her fingers and lips to keep him pointed downward with each jerk.

He tried to keep his pelvis steady, suppressing the lurching and twitching that his instincts wanted to perform.

Over the next moment, his erratic motions subsided. She listened to him pant, and her lips slid over his sensitive flesh back to his tip. She gently sealed around it, applying gentle suction to coax out the last few drops that failed to leave the chamber; she even gently tugged from behind to make him throb one last time, to ensure there was nothing left still waiting deeper in the pipe.

Satisfied, she released the ring and let his penis free, her hands securely holding him by his buttocks.

"What's goin' on in here, huh?"

Justin stumbled back when the kitten's hands left his support. His buttocks rested against the wall, just above the knob of the faucet. His lover was swift, walking in on them in their afterglow, she held the little white kitten's hands at the wrists, keeping her from disturbing what had happened.

"Laurie," the rabbit giggled. "You cute, sexy mess," she knelt down, letting go of the kitten's hands. "Just couldn't keep his hands off you, could he?" She teased.

The kitten curled her fingers, looking down at herself. The spunk was all over her chest and neck-line, and she could only really see the latter-half of his off-white cream clinging to the fur of her tummy; the majority of it she could only feel, especially when she had done the tilt of her chin.

Justin whimpered. "Why you puttin' the blame on me?"

Lauren blushed. "Uhm... Ashy, I... um..." She closed her eyes, feeling guilty. "I... c-couldn't keep m-my hands off... off him," she admitted. "I'm sorry."

"Why you sorry?" The rabbit cooed, cupping the kitten's chin, and in doing so disturbing some of the wolf's cream. She gave the kitten's cheek a kiss. "This is your special time with him. We won't get upset if you take advantage of it every now and again," she scooped a bit of the semen on her fingers, and held them in front of the kitten's lips.

Justin watched with twinge in his loins as the kitten parted her lips, and his lover's cum-coated fingertips slipped for the kitten to suck on. Then, without further warning, the rabbit coaxed the kitten's chin up with that hand, ducked underneath, and began licking and the cooling jism splattered over her chest.

"Lean back," the rabbit instructed.

The kitten scooted back to the opposite end of the tub, reclining against the bit of slope the basin allowed.

Ashly stepped into the tub, and squatted. Her slim sleeping gown bunched up about her hips, revealing her nude tush and cotton-ball tail. She straddled her knees beside the kitten's shins, and glanced back at the wolf pup, giving him a wink. She then leaned over the kitten, resting her palms near the feline's armpits, and began cleaning.

The wolf pup was given the delightful sight of his lover's bare pussy, presented and slightly blushing. Lauren's was underneath, and the kitten's legs jerked and parted as his lover licked up his cum from her fur.

When she was finished, Ashly straightened up with a stretch, the hem of her satin gown dropping just a bit, but catching and bunching above the base of her tail, leaving her rump, and a peek of her cutie, exposed to the wolf. She looked back, and sensually made a show of slowly licking her lips. She giggled when she saw a bit of pre dribble out when he throbbed.

"C'mon, you two, Brittany wants us to do something," the rabbit said, awkwardly standing up and holding out her hand to help the kitten. Both she hand the kitten had to help Justin, who was a sloshing a bit in and leaning against the wall. "You tire yourself out in P.E. today?" The rabbit doe asked, noticing his tired demeanor.

"Maybe a little," he replied, "and then Lauren really sucked a lot out of me," he admitted with snicker.

"Sorry," the kitten mewed.

"You don't gotta be sorry," Ashly said, reaching down to gently tweak her nipple, eliciting a squeak. She twisted the doorknob at the same time, and opened the door, ushering them in.

Justin was about to head toward the sectional and plop down upon it, however his way was blocked. Not by an impassible obstacle, nor by half-naked girls ready to mount him and draw out more of his cream to fill their reservoirs; but a rope.

On one side of the room was the wooden coat-hanger that had been in the living room just by the front door. Often ignored, it was a tree-like structure, that stood about six feet tall, and had two levels of three spokes that stuck out on which the collar of a jacket could be secured.

One end of the rope was tied around the trunk of the coat-hanger, about waist-high. The other end was tied to the computer chair, around the stalk that held up the back-support. The chair had been pulled so that the rope hovered in the air, but with a bit of slack so that it sagged.

Three feet from the end tied around the coat-hangar, a small knot was tied, like a notch measuring a length. More knots were tied beyond, spread a few inches apart. The closer his eyes went to the chair, the closer the knots huddled together. The last foot of rope, nearest to the chair, was essentially a chain of knots with barely a pinkie's-breadth between them.

The braids of the rope caught the little bit of light that streamed through the windows, the white nylon reflecting it with a sheen.

"The heck is going on, here?" Justin questioned. "Where'd this rope come from?"

"Kailey snuck it over," said the vixen wearing a turquoise camisole and matching panties, thumbing to the skunkette; who wore a borrowed pair of Justin's boxer-briefs, colored dark red.

Alexis, who wore a plain, pink cotton shirt with no bottoms on, approached her sister. She took in a whiff. "You smell cummy," she pointed out.

Lauren blushed.

Kailey knelt down by the white kitten. "Did you fuck 'im?" She asked.

Lauren's cheeks went beat-red.

"She didn't," Ashly said for the kitten. "She just sucked and let him squirt on her."

"Aww, what a sweetie," the skunkette cooed, hugging the kitten against her plush chestfur, while Lauren mewed in embarrassment that her activities were so casually mentioned.

"Actually, it's probably a good thing you let off some steam, woof-boy," the vixen said, running her finger over his left nipple and down toward the crook of his thigh, causing him to reflexively twitch. She smiled at his reaction.

"Okay okay!" Alexis huffed. "We're all here. Now will ya 'splain da rope a'ready?"

"Yeah," the rabbit said, folding her arms. "What 'game' are you getting us to play, this time?" She said, her ears making the quotation emphasis to her words. "And it better not be like what you did to him last time," she said, half-threatening, referring to when they had him tied up and used him for their pleasure without letting him relieve himself.

"Just don't leave us alone with him," the vixen said with a mischievous tone, slipping out of her panties, "and that won't happen again." She grinned.

The rabbit wrinkled her nose in disapproval.

Kailey cleared her throat. "I actually kinda wanna know, too. Mom'll be really curious if she finds out a swiped this rope, and I'm still trying to think of a good excuse."

"All right, all right," the vixen waved dismissively, stepping over to the ottoman. "If you guys wanna know, then get nakie for the wolfy." She lifted up the lid of the ottoman, reaching inside the hollow space for storage.

The other girls made quick work of worrying out of their clothes. However, Justin took the opportunity to help his lover with her gown, since it was rather snug about her figure, and felt sensually soft to his fingertips to boot. It was almost as soft as the downy fur just around her petite labia, which now had a rosier blush and gave off a feminine perfume of arousal.

"Ah-ah, doggy no touchie cutie," the vixen admonished, lightly batting his muzzle with the back of her fingers to dissuade him from doing anything to the rabbit. He stood up, a bit of a pout on his muzzle. She pointed to the chair, "Sit."

"Hey," Ashly glowered. "You don't tell my puppy what to do," she growled. Then, she looked at him, and pointed. "Sit."

The vixen smirked, lifting her other hand, which held one of the bottles of lubricant. "Gather 'round, y'all," she twanged, glancing at the skunkette, knowing she drew a blush. The other girls huddled.

"Is that one of the loobies?" The white kitten questioned.

Brittany giggled at the childish word. "Yup. This is the focus one," she replied.

"What's that one do?" Asked the twin sister.

The vixen popped off the lid, and poured a bit on her on her fingers. She knelt down, faster than the kitten could react, and rubbed her fingers against the kitten's sex.

"Eep!" Alexis clutched the vixen's red-furred forearm, standing up on her tip-toes. "It's gooey," she giggled, squinting an eye closed as the fingers fumbled around her loins, and began finding their way inside. "Nyaah!" She mewed, holding onto the arm more tightly, soft squelches hitting their ears as the fingertip dipped in and coated the intimate flesh.

"There," the vixen remarked. "You'll find out what it does soon enough. Now you," she squeezed out another dollop onto her fingers, and turned on her knees to the white-furred sister.

Lauren looked aside bashfully, but parted her legs. She took in a gasp when the cool chill touched her folds.

"I had it in the fridge for a bit," the vixen explained. "Just for a little extra bit of sensitivity," she dipped her finger in. "Ooo, girl you're tight," she commented. "You should sit on Justy's dick every once in a while."

The kitten let out a bashful whine, blushing as the vixen's finger lewdly squelched in her folds. She took a step back once the finger finally released.

"Your turn," the vixen said, standing up and walking to her own lover. She squeezed out a healthy amount, "a little extra, since you get so gushy it might get diluted," she commented.

"I don't get that--" the skunkette took in a breath when the vixen's fingers went right for her flower, fingers easily slipping in. "Whoathat'scold," she said, her whole body shivering.

"Better watch out," she teased, "You might get a chilled dildo, one day." She stood on her tip-toes to gently nip at her ear. "And you'll like it," she growled, sending shivers down the skunkette's spine.

When the fingers retreated, Kailey closed her knees together, twitching at the idea.

"Now..." The vixen turned to Ashly.

The rabbit extended her hand.

"Nope," the vixen said, taking a step back. "You don't get to rub it on yourself. That's cheating." She squirted another dollop onto her fingers, though it was not really necessary considering how much she already had coating her fingers. "You get to look forward to doing me," she pointed out, stepping closer.

When the chilled lubricant touched her slit, the rabbit did not flinch. The only sign of any kind was in the way her left eyebrow twitched as the vixen's fingers went in, squelching within her flower.

The bottle of lube was exchanged. The vixen stood with her legs apart, hands up and folded behind her head. "Lay it on me, long-ears," she half-taunted.

The rabbit coated her palm in more than was necessary.

The corner of the vixen's muzzle lifted. "Sure, use as much as you want... less for you for later, which is fine by me." She took in a breath with the rabbit's fingers touched her petals, but it was not out of surprise; it was drawn and sensual, and she brought a hand to her latent breast to tweak her left nipple. "Get it in there, make sure I'm not cheating," she encouraged.

The rabbit tucked her fingers in as deeply as she could, using her thumb to scoop up the lubricant on her fingertips and push it in, causing the loudest squelches of any of them. She spent more time than Brittany had on any of them, coating the vixen both inside and around, even over the crux and insides of her thighs, and up her mound.

At last, with her hand-muscles a bit stiff, retreated from the vixen.

"Mmh..." the black kitten squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. "I feel... all tingly," she remarked. "Like... like I can feel my whole cutie easier..."

The vixen smiled. "That's the magic of Focus," she explained. "Yearn makes it so we don't feel as sensitive, so we can last longer before we cum," she looked to the wolf. "It's what I used on him when we... had our little fun," she smiled. "But Focus does the opposite. Makes us more sensitive, so that even the tiniest touch feels just as good as Justy's rock-hard dick rubbing our insides."

The blush that was on Lauren's cheeks could be now be seen over her chest, down her tummy, and between her legs. She snaked a hand down, but it was halted by the vixen. She panted a little.

"Sorry, kitty. I know you wanna, but you can't touch your cutie now. You might cum, and then you'd get disqualified."

"Dis-willy-fed from what?" The kitten questioned.

The vixen stepped over to the rope, curling her finger around it and lifting it up, then dropping it so that it sort-of rippled. "From walking the line," she teased.

"Cut to the chase," the rabbit said, rolling her eyes.

Brittany's smirk closed, acquiescing to the demand. "It's pretty simple," she began walking to the coat-hanger. "You start from here, step over the rope," she did so, though she pushed the rope down with her finger. "When you actually play, the rope has to go right between your little puffy cutie-lips," she explained. "Then, you just... walk forward," she took a step. "You'll wanna go slow, otherwise you'll get a friction burn down there and that won't be very fun, will it?" She asked, rhetorically, taking another step, the rope caught only between her thighs.

"So what's the point?" The rabbit asked.

The skunkette stepped beside her friend, holding her arm.

Ashly's demeanor softened. "I mean, what's the goal?"

"The goal is to get to Justin," the vixen informed, stepping off the rope. "If you get to Justin, you win. But," she raised her finger, "if you cum before you get to him, you lose."

"What do you win?" Alexis asked, twining her sister's hands with hers so that neither were tempted to touch their privates.

"You get to fuck Justy, duh," the vixen said, a little condescendingly. "But if you cum, you don't. And trust me," she gave a sinister smile. "With as much of the Focus as we all have, we're gonna wanna fuck 'im so bad it hurts."

"What if none of us make it?" The black kitten continued to question.

"Um... I guess whoever gets the furthest before cumming gets to win." She shrugged.

"S--S-So..." Lauren stuttered, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Wh-when do we s-s-start?"

"Mmm," the vixen looked at her wrist, as if she had a watch. "Give it a little longer, make sure the effect of the lube really takes hold," she reached a finger down, pulling aside one of her petals. Her labia slipped from her finger. A blush rosed her cheeks. "Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?"

"I--I-I f-feel l-like m-m-my h-heart's... b--beating between my l-l--l-legs," the white kitten mumbled.

Kailey knelt down, running her fingers through her hair in agitation, her cheeks and the cream-colored fur on her chest taking on a slight blush as well.

"So, Justin, how was your day?" The vixen asked,heading to the wolf.

"Um... f-fine," he said, a little intimidated, wondering if she was going to jump him. But, she seemed to ignore his raging erection. Instead, she put her hands on the chair, pushing him.

"That's good. You're an important part of the game, too. We need you to sit handsome and make sure the rope stays taught. But, no cheating to pick a favorite to win, unless it's me," she teased, letting him go.

He held up his hands, and lifted up his heels, demonstrating that he wasn't crossing anything. When Brittany smiled and gave him a thumbs up, he looked to his lover.

She stood, almost stoic, tapping one finger against her side. Though her body, just like Lauren's, betrayed her arousal through a rosy color from cheek to groin, she did nothing to show any sign of succumbing to the apparent sensitivity that flustered the other girls.

The vixen over to the twins, who started hugging, their bodies suspiciously pressing together. "Better not," she warned, touching their shoulders. "You'll wind up cumming before you even start."

"When do we start?" The rabbit questioned.

Brittany went to the ottoman once again, squatting down. She fished around for just a second, before pulling out her desired objects. "Kailey-bale..."

The skunkette tensed, emitting a close-mouthed squeak.

Brittany raised up the handcuffs in one hand, and the tennis-ball gag in the other. "Why don't you show the others how it's done? Just like we practiced."

"You practiced?" Ashly muttered, as the skunkette submissively stood and approached the vixen.

"Just to make sure this was as fun as it sounded on the webpage," she replied, fitting the tennis ball into her lover's muzzle.

Kailey's tail flicked nervously as the strap was secured around her head. Her arms were taken and the handcuffs slipped onto her wrists.

"Come help me, sexy bun," the vixen said.

Ashly dropped her arms and stepped over. "What do you need me to do?" She asked, her tone sounding bored and disinterested.

"Be nice, she's your friend," Brittany admonished. "Keep her steady."

Between the two of them, they managed to help Kailey stand astride the rope. Brittany took a moment to adjust it, carefully parting the skunkette's petals so that her white-diamond framed labia straddled the rope proper. Then, she used her finger to push up on the rope a few hands ahead of the demonstrating girl.

"One of us'll have to hold it up like this, to make sure it's nice and taught," the vixen pointed out. She patted the skunkette's tush, "when you're ready."

The other girls watched in anticipation as Kailey audibly breathed in through her nose a few times. Then, she took a tentative step forward. Her legs wobbled as she tried to stay balanced, taking slow and careful steps.

The rope was dampened by the excess lubricant, and her own natural moisture. When she wasn't letting out a nervous mumble, blocked by the gag in her muzzle, they could hear the barely-audible rustle of her sensitive flesh grazing over the threads of nylon.

It took her several seconds to cover the distance to the first knot, and the closer she approached the more excited Brittany became. But it was a silent excitement, like she was playing hide-and-seek and suppressing her giggles and snickers to keep from being found, but still adorned with a devious grin.

Kailey felt the knot right away. As soon as her clit bumped into it, she winced and looked down.

"Don't stop," the vixen warned. "Stop for more than a count to five and you lose... One..."

The skunkette let out a whimper.

"Two... Three..."

She sucked in a breath through her nose, and stepped forward. The knot grazed over her clit, causing her legs to spasm, and her chin to raise to the air as she let out a muffled squeak. When the knot finally passed through, the breath that escaped was accompanied by at least one other.

"One..."

Kailey began to walk again at the count, and it was only a few steps before she came up to another knot. She braced herself; with the lubricant, the sensation was much more intense than before. She tried to shy away from it, lift up on her toes, but the vixen leading the rope made sure that her clitoris and vulva rubbed over the tight twist and passed it through.

All too quickly, she arrived at the third knot.

"One... Two..."

She tried to grit her teeth, tried to steel herself.

"Three... Four..."

She let out a whine.

"Four-and-a-half... Four-and-three-quarters..."

Panicking, she took the step, closing her eyes. Sparks flared as the knot's twist caressed her clitoris on first the left side, then the right. Her chin raised and she let out a moan, climactic fluids gushing from her folds, and clinging to the rope for an inch or so before dribbling off.

She was braced on either side as she came down from her throes, and her trembling legs attempted to lift to dismount the rope.

"Hang on, hun," the vixen said, using the key to undo the handcuffs.

The skunkette pulled off the gag, and used the rabbit's hand as support in order to get off the rope. She was led to the couch, where she sat with a slump.

Brittany took the gag. "Who's next?" She asked.

The twins looked at one another. Lauren finally raised her hand. When the vixen called her, she walked over with a stilted posture, keeping her legs closed so that her upper thighs did not get disturbed as much.

"Why not come help your sister?" The vixen said.

Alexis bit her lip, and approached the rope. She took the gag and her sister opened her mouth. She felt a bit conflicted about gagging her sister. But, it was all in good fun, there wasn't any danger in it, and at least she wasn't the one closing the handcuffs around her sister's wrists.

The vixen went to the rope and tugged it down a bit. "Hey, Justin, mind lowering the chair?"

The wolf pup, almost entirely ignored, nodded. With a puff of air, the cylinder of the chair compressed, and the rope was adjusted accordingly.

Lauren's breathing was noticeably strained as she lifted her foot and stood with the rope settling against her inner thigh.

"Just relax," the vixen said in a soft voice, reaching for the rope. "It'll feel nice as long as you take it slow." Brittany situated the rope between the petals of her petite rose as best she could, but really her labia was too tucked away to fully embrace the rope, and was more like a loose, hovering touch. The vixen then lifted up the rope, but looked to the sister kitten. "Why don't you lead her?"

Alexis's finger traded spots with Brittany's and she held the rope up so that it stayed snugly braced to her sister's slit.

"When you're ready."

Just as Kailey had done, the kitten took deep breaths. Her first step was tentative, as well, but as the rope started to brush across her folds she let out a mew. She could practically feel every twisting bump in the braid against her clitoris. It was like when her sister's finger rapidly flicked over it, except much more acute and without pause.

She took another step, and tears beaded in her eyes. Her knees trembled, and she paused and squirmed a little, which did nothing except stimulate her vulva. With another couple steps, her legs began to tingle, and then, all of a sudden, her sister nudged up accidentally as she moved her finger across the underside of the knot, and Lauren let out a long, fluttery moan, muffled by the gag.

Ashly braced the kitten as she struggled to stand, her toes curling and her knees starting to buckle. She pulled out the gag in the midst of the kitten's throes, and Lauren sucked in a deep gasp before emitting another, full moan as she trembled in ecstasy.

Brittany freed Lauren's wrists, and picked her up to carry her to the couch, where Kailey awaited. As soon as the kitten was settled onto the couch, the skunkette cuddled with her, helping to make her afterglow more comforting.

Brittany adjusted the rope higher, and motioned to Justin to raise the chair. "I'll go next. Ashy, would you do the honors?"

The rabbit cracked a grin, taking the handcuffs. She slipped them on the vixen's wrists. "That good?" She asked.

"Yup," Brittany replied, and opened her muzzle. She bit softly onto the tennis-ball gag, closing her eyes as the rabbit tightened it a notch too tight than she would have liked. But she didn't complain--after all, a little discomfort was the spirit of the toy.

And it would seem that the rabbit almost read her mind, in a devious way. The handcuffs about her wrists were tightened just a little bit more.

"Be right back," the rabbit said. "Don't start, yet. Or you lose," she warned, and skipped off. She went to her bag, and rummaged around in it. After a moment, she stood up, clutching something. When she turned, she let it unfurl. The neck of the white cotton stocking swung stiffly as she stepped back to the vixen. "Let's make this more interesting," she remarked, and held the ends of the stocking in each hand.

The vixen closed her eyes as the stocking was placed over them, and drawn taught as both ends were wrapped around her head. The slight compression held as the knot was tied, and she saw mostly darkness with just a little bit of light where it did not quite fully conceal her vision. But, that was accounted for, as the rabbit gently pulled on the edges to adjust the makeshift blindfold. Brittany's lips curled up in reflect when the bridge of her nose was lightly touched.

Brittany kept her breathing steady, trying to think about something else when her cutie was spread and the rope positioned snugly between her labia. Lastly, she felt the lead as the rope was pulled up just slightly so that it was made taught.

"Whenever you're ready," she heard the rabbit say with a trace of a sneer.

Brittany didn't wait like the others. To do so would just give her the opportunity to focus on the sensations; she wanted to try and ignore them. The first few feet were the easy part. She could feel the way the rope went damp where Lauren had dribbled her passion.

She was actually surprised at the rabbit. The vixen was a bit tickled that Ashly was so crafty, adding another element to the game of her own accord. She wasn't going to point out that it was an unfair alteration; she liked the challenge.

Her heart thumped as she approached the first knot. She had trained her cutie at the feel of the knot threading through her folds. With a smaller length of rope, she had tied a few knots and slowly ran them through back and forth.

However, she didn't have the Focus lubricant at the time, so the knot still drew her attention to the sting of pleasure that numbed her thighs as the knot grazed her sensitive button. She suppressed the vocalization that her body instinctively wanted to let out, instead biting more firmly on the gag.

Soon, she came upon the section where Kailey had quenched her pleasure with bliss, the rope still moist. It had covered a longer distance than she remembered, or perhaps that was her mind playing tricks on her--like how her teeth felt gigantic to her tongue, and little to her fingers.

Now was the moment of truth. Her heart began to pound, as she took one deliberate step in front of the other. She credited the rabbit, for Ashly didn't try to do anything unfair like raise the rope too high or tug on it. She honestly felt sorry, for she wasn't planning on being so noble and fair in return.

Motivation and adrenaline was her counter to succumbing to the pleasure. But it became more and more difficult, for the knots huddled closer and closer together. Soon, she would reach the gauntlet, where nothing but a turbulence of pleasure awaited.

That was what she had trained for in particular. Even if the rabbit managed it that far, surely she wouldn't make it halfway across the chain of knots brushing her clit and spreading her delicate little petals wide, sensually caressing the tender flesh of her vestibule within.

The gauntlet was more intense than she anticipated. Perhaps it was the copious amount of Focus the rabbit had applied to her nethers. Perhaps it was the addition of the blindfold, instilling a sense of desperation and anxiety that she could not tell how close she was, and anticipated every next step to be her last.

Or... perhaps, she overestimated herself, and no amount of practice would have prepared her for the emotions that accompanied the challenge.

She let out a yip, and leaned forward, frantically trying to brace herself. She did not have the opportunity to think about just how close she was, considering her hands fell upon thick wolf pelt and a masculine hands supported her at her sides. She convulsed, the rope unrelenting as her hips twitched and further rubbed the nylon braid over her button.

Another pair of arms supported her, and then another. The rope lowered of its own accord, she barely registering a chuff of compressed air. She dropped to a kneeling position.

First came the blindfold. She winced at the bright light that her eyes had lost being accustomed to. Then came the gag, allowing her to gasp and pant, relieving her of the heat that had complemented her orgasm.

Last came the cuffs, and when they released she hugged onto the nearest person. A pair of little arms wrapped around her, a little black muzzle acquiescing and nuzzling against hers.

"You almost made it," the kitten said, a mix of encouragement and disappointment in her voice. "You were like two steps away."

"Hmm-hmm," she chuckled amorosity. "So close, and yet so far." She squeezed the kitten. "Your turn?" She asked.

The kitten broke free of the hold. "Uhm... d--do I have to?" She asked.

"I did," Lauren said, wearing her words like a badge of honor.

"Huh-uh," the rabbit interjected.

"I just... don't like the idea of being cuffed... and gagged... and blindfolded..." The kitten admitted.

"You don't have to be," the vixen countered. "It's just for fun."

"But... that's not fair," Alexis pointed out.

The rabbit and vixen exchanged glances.

"I... I don't wanna play," the kitten mumbled. "Not unless you guys are gonna make funna me if I don't..."

"We'd never do that Lex," Kailey reassured.

"I will!" Lauren giggled. Kailey swatted her rear, making her squeak.

"Well... then that leaves you, Ash," said the vixen.

"Fine." The rabbit unceremoniously took her position. "Kailey?"

The skunkette's ears perked. "Huh?"

"C'mere," she beckoned, as the vixen cuffed her.

Kailey traded places with Alexis, who tried to reject the cuddling motions that her sister tried to make with her in light of what she had said about making fun of her sibling.

"I want you to tug up on the rope from behind, okay?" The rabbit requested.

The skunkette blinked, but nodded, as her friend opened her mouth for the gag. "Okay..." She agreed.

Ashly licked the gag before accepting it. She wasn't surprised when the vixen tightened it just as much as she did. She also wasn't surprised when the cuffs were tightened further, as well.

The blindfold was applied swiftly, and then all she could do was hear, and feel.

"Ready Kay?" Asked Brittany.

The skunkette leaned over, catching the end of the rope next to the coat-hangar. "Yeah."

"Walk when ready, Ash."

The rabbit wasted no time in taking a step.

Brittany was actually caught off-guard at the assertiveness, and had to compensate. She wasn't intending to this early, but she wound up tugging the rope a little bit, causing it to raise up higher and brush against the bunny's slit more firmly.

Not to mention Kailey was behind, ensuring that there was no slack in either direction, and that the rope fully passed between her petite labia without easing off on the other side.

Brittany's fur stood on end when the first knot was covered by the rabbit's mound. Ashly did not even flinch, gliding over it like it wasn't even there. The vixen's throat tightened, and she purposefully raised the rope a bit higher as the next knot approached the tender pink slit.

The rabbit puffed out a breath through her nose as the knot passed under, but that was all.

One by one the knots passed between her nether lips, and she did not so much as falter in her even stride. The vixen's heart raced, her temples tingling like she was sweating.

She had applied almost as much of the lube as was applied to her by the time she had gotten to the rabbit, and yet Ashly wasn't phased at all.

But the last challenge still lay before her: she approached the chain of knots.

Only now did the rabbit show any sign of strain. Her breathing labored, but that was it. She passed unrelenting gauntlet of knots, until her knees bumped against the edge of the chair. She then spread her legs, and sat upon the wolf's lap.

Justin helped with her blindfold and the gag. "You okay?" He asked her with concern.

She tilted her head. "Yeah. Why?" When Brittany undid her handcuffs, Ashly looked about; the other girls were staring at her. She started to get self-conscious. "Is something wrong?" She asked with worry, looking around to try and discern what the looks were for.

"Did you... not feel anything?" Lauren asked.

"N--No," the rabbit replied, dismounting from the wolf to stand on her own. "You guys are scaring me, what happened?"

"I think it's just..." The vixen spoke up. "Y'know... you didn't make a sound or anything. I'm... actually kinda impressed you made it. I thought for sure you'd..."

The rabbit gave a confident smirk. "Oh, that's all you guys are thinking?" She asked, rhetorically. "I thought I had like stepped in glass without noticing it or something."

Brittany gave her a curious look. "How'd you do that, then? Didn't the lube make you feel it more? It should have..."

Ashly folded her arms. "It was easy," she replied. "It's the same thing like when I think about one of the vibrators or that double-dick-thing-or-whatever touching my cutie," she explained. "I just get so disgusted at it I don't feel anything," she shrugged.

The vixen's ears flicked. "Huh..." She said, processing the information.

"Besides," the rabbit walked to her puppy, her fingers touching his unattended, and patient, erection. "I get to fuck my boyfriend if I win?" She chuckled. "Big whoop. I get to fuck my boyfriend whenever and however I want," she squinted daggers at the vixen.

Brittany set her hands on her hips in disappointment. "You at least coulda pretended like you had fun," she half-sulked. "Especially since you creamed all of us so badly."

"Justin's the one that does the creaming," the rabbit retorted.

The kittens giggled at the lewd joke.

"Well," the vixen rolled her eyes, walking to the couch. "I guess that's over. Have fun," she bid.

"I'll pass," Ashly said.

The wolf pup glanced up with surprise. "You... don't want me?" He asked, a little hurt.

She smiled at him. "I do... but after that," she motioned to the rope, "I'm still feeling yucky... not really in the mood. Maybe after I hear you yipping while you squirt, I'll feel a little better."

"So... who gets to fuck him, then?" Alexis asked, squirming with a bit of excitement.

"Runner-up, I guess," the rabbit said, reclining fully on the unoccupied side of the sectional.

Justin stood up, his erection so stiff it barely bounced with each step, staying right up against his tummy. His testicles made up for it, however; his loose sac gently nudged left and right as his thighs bumped them. On the way, he bent down to pick up the gag and the handcuffs.

The vixen stood up as he approached, offering her hand. It was taken, and the cuff-ring snared around it. He brought her other hand together behind her back, and pressed into her as he blindly bound her other wrist.

She took in an amorous breath when she felt his tip against her tummy. It throbbed, and a healthy amount of pre dribbled out, catching onto her fur and sending a waft of masculine musk to her nostrils.

Her nethers began to moisten in return. She was still under the effects of the Focus lubricant, and so her sensitive flesh picked up her hastening pulse as they flushed with anticipation.

She opened her muzzle and moaned when he fitted the tennis ball into it. Her jaw felt a twinge from having relaxed after the last time it was in, but it quickly faded. Ardent breaths filled and escaped through her nostrils as she was walked to the ottoman. She leaned forward, and gently fell upon it with a puff of forced air through her nose, closing her eyes. She let out a whimper when she felt his tip resting against her blushing slit.

She felt his hand press firmly on her back between her shoulder-blades, pinning her down.

"Spread wider," he softly commanded.

Though it was a little awkward, she complied, scooting forward a little on the ottoman to get more comfortable. Without warning, he slid inside, and her eyes rolled up as she let out a muffled moan.

"How'd that feel?" He growled, beginning to churn inside her. "More amazing than a stupid piece of rope?"

"Mmm-hmm," she cooed, even if it was not quite comparable. There was a marked difference between being penetrated, and having an unrelenting but gentle touch on her clitoris. But he was a boy, and boys were best inside, where they belonged.

"Was really hot seeing all you come closer and then cumming... You guys look so cute when you cum," he huffed, her moan in response sending a tickling thrill down his tummy. He leaned over, slipping his arms beneath her and bracing her by hooking his fingers over her shoulders. "I'm almost about to cum already."

She grunted and moaned in excitement, feeling his knot mashing against her folds. Eventually, with each press, she let out a squeak. Suddenly, the thrusts slowed.

"You like my knot," he whispered in her ears.

"M-m-m-hm-m-m," she said in a fluttery moan, her cheek nuzzling the ottoman.

"You want it?" He asked.

Her heart let out a beat that sent a thrill through her whole body.

Ashly sat up with start.

"Hhhhmm-m-m-m," the vixen moaned.

"What was that?" The wolf asked, pressing his knot and grinding it against her.

She squirmed, backing up to try and coax him; allure him. She moaned again, her throat vibrating a plea. Then, suddenly her chin was forced to lift off of the ottoman.

Her scalp felt tension as her hair was pulled, and her neck could do nothing to resist from craning back. She opened her eyes, and saw the rabbit, sitting tensely. Then, a low growl vibrated in her left ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Too bad. My knot is for her." He pulled out. "You're lucky if I even feel like cumming inside you."

The vixen locked eyes with the rabbit, whose expression changed from tense to concerned. Tears fell from Brittany's eyes, and she let out a squeak when her hair was tugged as the wolf tightened his grip, and he let loose several yips.

She felt the vague changes in dampness and warmth where his semen settled on her back. Her cunny pulsed as the thick musk of his release filled the air. Then, her hair was released, and the weight against her backside was relieved. As she lay, denied and breathing rapidly through her nose, the wolf appeared in her vision. He went to the rabbit, leaning over to cup her chin.

Then, he grunted, and doubled over.

"Jerk!" The rabbit growled, marching away.

The vixen listened, her body twitching and subtly quivering, to several rustles and the wolf pup's agonized groaning.

"Ashy--"

"Shut up!" The rabbit snapped at the consoling voice. "Leave me alone."

There was a bit more rustling amidst tense silence. Then, the door to the den slammed shut, shaking the whole house.