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Sexual Rehabilitation #3

“One... two... three... four... five...”

“Ufufufu... just a bit more, Frankie~”

Look at 'em. Talking like a couple of lovesick teenagers! Ugh! It was downright sickening!

The physical therapy ward of Sacred Hope hospital was a large place. Filled with a variety of medical instruments and tools, it was created to help mend the broken bodies of those found within it. It would rebuild their muscle constitution, stiffen their bones, and help regain their stamina as well. All of these and more can be gained thanks to the hospital's plethora of tools, and the skilled staff they have manning all of it.

Of course, you'd never know this, because the physical therapy wing was often empty. Even now, the massive gym was devoid of life. Well... save for the three individuals currently operating in it.

How long had Franklin Buchanan been here? Possibly a week by now, right? It must have been a week. He had honestly lost track of time already. Between his days spent in physical therapy, and his nights spent with sexual rehabilitation, he found it more and more difficult to remember what time it was. The sun came up, he worked out. The sun went down... and he 'worked out'.

You know the deal.

One would bawk at the idea of this 'sexual rehabilitation'. Even he had to admit that there was no medical merit to it, and that his physicians were just aroused. Well, at least a certain mouse was. The jury's still out on if the sharkess is as randy. Although, when it came to the bedroom she certainly was!

Regardless of if sexual rehabilitation is real or not, the effects of it could not be denied. Somehow, despite only being here for a few days, Franklin was capable of walking. On his own. There were no guard rails for him to grip upon, no gym rat behind him to keep him upright, and no sharkess to hold him. Nope! It was just him and the strength in his legs, pushing him forward with one stomp at a time.

And why? Because of them.

“Promise, Frankie, we're not going anywhere! Snehehehehe!”

“Yes. Just a little bit more, Frankie. Ufufufufu!”

Down this lane in front of him were the two who were responsible for his miraculous transformation. They stood next to one another on opposing sides of the banister beside him, beckoning him forward with smiles on their faces.

On his right was the gym rat: the athletic shortstack, and the one who came up with sexual rehabilitation in the first place. She smiled down upon him, wearing this beaming grin that could light up a dark room. On his left was the sharkess; the voluptuous amazon. She too smiled upon him, but with a more womanly and mature flair that heightened her almost queenly majesty.

Carlotta Valentine and Atsuko Summers. What good deed did he do to gain the dedication they had for him? Even without the sexual rehabilitation in mind, he felt as if the two were going above and beyond for his well-being. They inspired him to walk on his own, not just for his own sake, but for their sake. With all of their devotion, he couldn't possibly let them down by not returning to the basketball court.

There was a strength in his body now, one born thanks to their training and tutelage... as well as something else.

Look, Franklin was no idiot. He knew that – as crazy as it sounded – sexual rehabilitation was the reason behind his growth. At the very least, it helped put strength into his legs and thighs, as well as stamina throughout him! But it was that same sexual rehabilitation that made it both easy to be around them... and so incredibly difficult!

Here he was, Franklin Buchanan, not even in college, and yet he was somehow having sex with these two athletic goddesses in front of him. It made sharing a room with the both of them difficult. Both Atsuko and Carlotta slept with him, with the sharkess being aware of this, and the gym rat not.

At least, that's what he thought.

Of course, Carlotta was well aware of the fact that the two were also participating in 'sexual rehabilitation', something she hid well. Much like Atsuko before her, she didn't act any out of the ordinary around the two, treating things as if she hadn't found them fucking like a couple of horny rabbits in his hospital room.

But, again, no one was aware of this. In Franklin's eyes, they were all on separate wavelengths.

Imagine how Carlotta felt.

While she stood beside Atsuko, cheering Franklin on as he walked towards them, she couldn't help but to steal glances at her superior. The sharkess' demeanor had changed. It was subtle, yes, but it would be obvious to someone who works alongside her 24/7. And, of course, Carlotta was that 'someone'.

She could hear the slightest changes in Atsuko's voice, see the gleam in her yellow eyes when she looked down upon Franklin, and even notice all the flirtatious smiles and winks she gave. Putting it lightly, the shark was infatuated! Maybe if you didn't know her, you wouldn't notice these subtle motions. But for Carlotta, it was bleedingly obvious.

Again, it was downright sickening to see them act so lovey-dovey with one another! If Carlotta wasn't one hell of an actress, she'd be fuming with rage! Especially at Franklin! What, she's gone for one day, and he moves onto some other girl like it's nothing!? If he thought she wouldn't punish him for his horndog nature, then he had another thing coming!

“Aaaannd... there...”

“Aah...! Hah... hooh... man...!”

Franklin had arrived, and unlike before, he wasn't reduced to a panting, sweating mess. While he could still feel some aches and pains travel through his legs, they were far less numerous than they had been in the past. What he would have perceived as impossible weeks ago, he now did with relative ease. He may not have been back to 100% strength, but if he had to put a number on it, he'd say he was... 70%. Standing and walking were no longer difficult for him. In fact, he probably could go for a jog if he wanted to!

But instead, he looked upwards, where he saw the smiling faces of Atsuko and Carlotta gaze back.

“Great job, Frankie,” said the sharkess as she crossed her arms beneath her chest, “You did wonderful today. Ufufufu! At this rate, you'll be discharged from the hospital sooner rather than later.”

“Really?” he replied, visibly flinching.

“Yeah! Your leg's looking way stiffer and sterner than it did before you came here,” Carlotta added, “Buuuut, you should keep up with your workout regimen. We only helped your leg, but getting back to basketball strength would require much more working out.”

“Yeah... you're right,” he mumbled back as he checked his leg, “I guess I thought that I'd be capable of going back to the basketball court immediately. Heh heh...” he looked back up at them, smiling, “That sounds pretty stupid, doesn't it?”

“I wouldn't say so,” Atsuko replied, “But don't try pushing yourself too hard when you leave Sacred Hope. You may end up straining your leg, and perhaps even breaking it again.”

“Dr. Summers! Don't scare him!” Carlotta teasingly scolded, to which the shark blushed.

“I-I didn't mean to,” she replied, before taking a deep breath, “I doubt Frankie would do such a thing anyway. He's a talented and intelligent young man.”

“Yeah, I bet you know aaaallll about that,” said the gym rat, garnering a glare from her superior.

“And what does that mean, Miss Valentine?”

“Oh nothing! Nothing at all! Snehehehehehe!” she replied, causing the sharkess to roll her eyes.

“Well... I believe that is enough for today's workout,” said Atsuko as she shifted her gaze back over towards Franklin, “It's well past 8 o'clock, and we've been active since 8 in the morning. I say it's time we turn in for the night, and get something to eat.”

“Heh heh! I second that motion!” said Carlotta with a wide grin, “Buuuuuuut... dontcha think that the food here in the hospital's cafeteria is a little bit... bland?”

“Hm? What do you mean by that?” the sharkess asked as she tilted her head at her, “What's wrong with the cafeteria's food?”

Carlotta looked back at her, head cocked in confusion. She then gazed over towards Franklin... who was also looking at the shark in a befuddled manner. Looking back in return, Atsuko slowly grew just as confused as they were.

“What's wrong...? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“The food here is awful,” Carlotta stated bluntly, “It tastes like cardboard. It's like... damn... no wonder Mrs. Siva flunked out of culinary school twice if this is the best she can cook up.”

Atsuko's head tilted to the side, shooting her subordinate a glare... before nodding in agreement. While she didn't think the food in the cafeteria was that bad, she'd be lying if she said it was good either. It was just... basic. Perfectly serviceable, but nothing to write home about.

“Okay, fine, maybe the cafeteria food is... less than adequate,” said Atsuko as she crossed her arms beneath her bosom, “So... what do you propose we should do instead, Miss Valentine?”

“Easy! Snehehehehe! Why don't we head out to eat something?” said the mouse with this beaming grin on her lips, “Ya'know? Somewhere... out in Document City, like a restaurant or something! Hell, I'd even take a fast food restaurant like Fast Lane. Just... anything but the cafeteria food.”

As she spoke, Carlotta moved close to Franklin's side. He looked up at her, just in time to feel her hand wrap around his shoulder. With a tight squeeze, the gym rat pulled him in, pressing his cheek up against her breasts. His eyes were quick to widen and his cheeks turned red, embarrassed as his eyes snapped between her face and Atsuko's.

Wasn't Carlotta being a bit... close? It was like she wasn't even trying to hide their scandalous relationship. Then again, who was he to think these thoughts, considering the fact that he's indulged in 'sexual rehabilitation' with both her and Atsuko?

“Think about it, Dr. Summers,” said Carlotta, continuing on as she gave Franklin a few tight squeezes, “Frankie's been stuck in the hospital for about a week now. He's been working super hard as well, to the point that he's walking all on his own! He can walk through the gym without help, he can walk up and down the halls without help, hell, he can even walk up the staircase without help! I bet if we let him, he could probably start jogging without help either! He's certainly got the willpower for it, the strength in his legs and... heh...” she glanced to the side, “The stamina~”

Why oh why was she using that tone? It was like she was trying to expose the fact that they've been fucking to the sharkess! It caused Franklin to sink further in her tit, his eyes closed shut as his cheeks turned a bright red.

“Soooooo...! Why don't we celebrate Frankie's growth by taking him out to eat somewhere?” said Carlotta with a grin on her lips... and a saucy glare in her eyes.

She was the only one aware of the fact that all three of them had been fucking since Franklin started staying here. Yes, she knew that Atsuko knew that she and Franklin had been participating in 'sexual rehabilitation', but the mouse was the only one who knew that she knew!

Does... does that make any sense?

Atsuko and Franklin were both still unaware that Carlotta saw them, a fact that the gym rat was poised to abuse. It was why she was hugging Franklin so close, checking out her superior, and trying to rile a reaction from her.

And it worked.

Atsuko was professional and no-nonsense. A graceful doctor, she had the respect of everyone in Sacred Hope hospital, be they subordinates or superiors. But for as queenly as she appeared, she wasn't perfect. There were occasional cracks in her facade, and this was one of them.

The sharkess stiffened, paying close attention to how Carlotta hugged Franklin close. Her yellow eyes gently traveled over the heft of the gym rat's chest, and how his cheek was squeezed against it. It was now that she realized just how endowed the mouse was.

Not to say Atsuko was displeased with her own chest. Quite the opposite, really. Whenever Franklin squeezed her breasts in the throes of pleasure, it excited her. The sharkess was a woman who was proud of her body and physique, as she had been honing it for decades by this point in her life. But Frankie helped her relearn how amazing it was to be lusted after.

Huh... to think this young man could do something for her of all people.

So seeing Carlotta be so close with Franklin was... provoking. The sharkess wasn't an idiot; she knew full well what they were doing at night! But there's a difference between knowing it was happening, and seeing it happen before her eyes, even in a chaste manner like this. As shameful as it was to say...

“Well... I don't see why we couldn't go out to eat for a change...”

Atsuko took the bait.

“GREAT! Snehehehehehe!” laughed Carlotta as she released her hold on Franklin, nearly causing him to stumble over and fall, “We should probably change out of our clothes then. I say we head down to J.J.'s. It's close by, and we could walk there. Think of it as a celebratory strut! Snehehehehe!”

“A... celebratory... strut...?” Franklin repeated.

“Hmm... well...” mumbled Atsuko as she placed her fingers to her chin in a thoughtful pose.

Eyes closing shut, she pondered Carlotta's offer. Considering the papers that Franklin signed, there wasn't anything wrong with taking him off of hospital grounds to another location, especially if it was necessary for their recuperation. The thing is, this really wasn't necessary for Franklin's recuperation. This wasn't a trip to another gym or anything like that, it wasn't even like a trip to the park which could raise his spirits. A trip to a restaurant was for pleasure, and there was no medical merit behind it! Would Atsuko really risk her career for something so flighty?

Then again, all three of them have been indulging in this 'sexual rehabilitation'. There really is no reason to start thinking about such things now.

“Hm... I'll still have to run this trip by Dr. Rhodes,” said Atsuko as she dropped her hands, “But...” she then looked at Franklin, where a smile appeared on her lips, “Why not? The night is still young, and J.J.'s won't close for another two hours so...” she nodded, “We should clean up, dress up, and head out.”

“Yeah, you're right,” said Carlotta as she gave another tug to Franklin, “Sooo... while you go and talk to Dr. Rhodes, I'll take Frankie back to his room to help him... recover~”

There it was again! That tone! Seriously, couldn't she play it at least a little coy? Hearing her put such shameless emphasis on 'recover' caused Franklin's cheeks to turn redder... and for his body to get hotter.

Atsuko was not as charmed.

Crossing her arms once again beneath her chest, the sharkess shot Carlotta a less than enthused scowl. From afar, it was a face a normal person wouldn't bat an eye at. Atsuko was a proud woman; of course she'd be annoyed with her subordinate's antics. But like before, the devil was in the details. It wasn't just the face she made, it was how she made it. The way her fingers clinched upon her crossed arms, or how her stance grew a bit stiffer. Even her yellow eyes appeared to burn with frustration!

And Carlotta saw it!

She was like a mouse challenging... well... a shark! It was downright dumb of her to do it, and yet she showed no hesitation. Atsuko knew about Carlotta and Franklin, but she didn't know that Carlotta knew about her and Franklin in return. This gave the gym rat copious amounts of ammunition to play with, and she had no qualms doing so.

“Okaaay then...” mumbled the sharkess as she closed her eyes, knowing full well what Carlotta was going to do given alone time with Franklin, “I'll go and talk with Dr. Rhodes. In the meantime, Miss Valentine, don't tire Frankie out, understand?”

“Snehehehehe! Loud and clear~”

Carlotta was either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid. Franklin meanwhile was completely unaware.

“Hnng...! M-my neck...” he mumbled, his voice slightly muffled by the gym rat's tit, “C-Carlotta...! C-could you let go...? Ngff!”

“Oh! Snehe...! S-sorry, Frankie!”

Fully released, Franklin staggered and rubbed his cheek and neck... before slowly looking over towards the mouse and sharkess. They weren't looking at him. Instead, the two were glaring at one another; sizing each other up like fighters before a match. Atsuko was poised and annoyed, while Carlotta was grinning and playful. And yet the intense gazes in their eyes could melt steel!

What was going on between them?

“C'mon, Frankie!” said Carlotta as she swung her arm around his, hooking it, and tugging him along, “Let's get to your room so we can wash you down and change your clothes~!”

“Ack!? C-Carlotta!?”

She ignored his confused babbling as she practically dragged him out of the hospital's gym, while Atsuko continued standing there with her arms crossed. The sharkess wasn't an idiot, nor was her subordinate being coy with her words. But instead of confronting the gym rat, she decided to wait and play this out. In her eyes, either Carlotta knew that she and Franklin were also indulging in sexual rehabilitation, or the mouse didn't know, and was merely toying with this information.

Regardless, Atsuko would get to the bottom of this. In the meantime, she was going to go and ask Dr. Rhodes for permission.

Even if she was incredibly miffed knowing she was leaving Franklin alone with Carlotta in the meantime. She was so angry, that once the two of them exited the gym, a look of genuine anger appeared on the sharkess' face, with her teeth bore in full and her muscles flexed. Atsuko didn't know it, but she was feeling damn possessive!

…

Unaware of the battle of wills going on between his physicians, Franklin was led back to his room by Carlotta. The gym rat was bouncing up and down, even humming gleefully to herself... which all caused her patient to blush harder. He had been here long enough to know what kind of woman the nurse was, and being stuck alone with her was enough to elicit an immediate reaction.

A horny reaction.

Franklin's cheeks were as red as a tomato as they returned to his room. Even now he grew embarrassed by the prospect of sex. He thought he'd have gotten used to it by now, since he's already slept with both Carlotta and Atsuko. But no. A part of him was still in disbelief that this was even happening!

“Okay, Frankie!” said the mouse, her tone sexually charged as she shot him a wide grin, “Mmmmph~ You got so hot and sweaty with your workout today. I'm super proud of you! Now's the best part! The nice, long, hot, showwweeerrr~~~”

“Gggh...! Y... you don't have to say it like that,” Franklin mumbled, while the door 'Clicked!' shut behind them.

“Snehehehehehe! But that makes it more fun!” Carlotta replied, “And aren't you having fun?”

Nudging him into the bathroom of his room, the mouse turned on the lights, illuminating the space. Slowly, Franklin walked over towards the shower stall and gripped one of its support bars, then turned to face the mouse. She was smiling at him.

The tight spandex of her sportswear clung to her sweaty body, highlighting all the curves of her voluptuous form. The carved shoulders, the wide hips, the busty breasts, the toned core; all of it was worth marveling at for hours. Couple that with the light layer of sweat that had formed on her body throughout the day, and she was positively radiating!

And that radiance would only increase once that shower turned on. But before then...

With a saucy grin on her lips, Carlotta trapped Franklin in her powerful gaze. Reaching down, she placed her hands on her sides, where she stroked her palms along her figure. Purposefully she drew his gaze in, causing her patient to hang on her every movement, no matter how finite it may be. From the swaying of her hips to the soft bouncing of her chest, she wanted him to see all of her.

Her hands then hooked beneath the hem of her sports bra, where she pulled it up and up and uuuuuppppppp, until--

Plap-Plap!

“Snehehehehe!”

Her giggles filling the air, Franklin watched as her tits bounced into freedom. If she was sweaty outside of her clothes, then the inside of her clothes was a sauna. Sweat oozed down the valley of her tits, making them glow, while her musky odor danced in his nose. It caused Franklin to tense up, but she wasn't done yet.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts next, Carlotta just as slowly pulled them down her swaying hips, peeling them off her body like the wrapping on a Christmas gift. And just like the wrapping on a Christmas gift, Franklin was utterly entranced, incapable of looking anywhere until her body was unveiled in full. She pulled it off of her feet, and...

“Ah...! Snehehehehe! There! Much more comfortable, wouldn't you agree, Frankie?”

“Uhh...” he mumbled back before swallowing his spit, “Gulp... C-Carlotta, you look... uh...”

“Amazing?” she replied whilst walking forward, her hips swaying from side to side, “Snehehehehe! I absolutely adore that look on your face, Frankie! You're so cute! It's totes different from when we're fucking, but...” she placed her hand on his cheek and chin, “It's nice being desired so openly, wouldn't you agree?”

Franklin was a humble young man. Even after having such copious amounts of sex with his two physicians, a part of him still felt disrespectful whenever he shamelessly ogled them in the gym. But even he'd be lying if he said he didn't like all the attention he received from them. The fact that they coveted him as much as he coveted them, was something he still couldn't quite wrap his head around, but damn was he happy it happened.

So, yeah, he could agree. It did feel nice to be desired. And not just desired in a romantic way, like two bashful classmates trading glances across the classroom. No, he was desired in a more raw and primal way, like animals hungering for their mates. It made his heart race thinking about it, while Carlotta took this moment to place her hands on his body.

“Now it's your turn~” she cooed, “Let's get you out of these clothes, you sweaty boy you~”

Franklin nodded, before raising his arms. He could easily undress himself, but why bother doing such a thing when Carlotta could do it for him? Besides, if he could choose to feel her hands on his body, yeah, he was going to feel her hands on his body!

Giggling, the gym rat gripped the bottom of his shirt, and then slowly began pulling it off of him. His flat chest was revealed, accompanied with the glow of sweat that adorned him. This was followed by her pulling the shorts off of his legs... causing a certain something to--

Fwip!

“Snehehehehe!”

Upwards.

Franklin's vitality needed to be seen to be believed. With just a few flirty winks here and smirks there, his cock was harder than a steel pole! It was just as long to match as well! And with the veins running up and down its sides, it throbbed with need, while a pearl of precum oozed at the tip.

“Damn, Frankie. You must've been really wound up~!” Carlotta said in a teasing manner, “Was all the working out too much for you? Just couldn't pull your eyes away from me and Atsuko's bodies, could ya! Snehehehehe!”

“W-well! C-could you blame me...?” he replied, before glancing to the side in a bashful manner “It's... it's not like you two aren't beautiful, ya'know..”

“Aaaawww! You really know how to tug at my heart, dontcha?” said the gym rat playfully as she pinched his cheek, “Calling me things like 'beautiful'! Snehehehe! But I don't forget, I'm not gonna let you turn into a playboy! Greedy boys get punished! Snehehehehehe!”

Franklin paled slightly at Carlotta's kinky threat, wondering what kind of 'punishment' she'd deliver upon him. While he didn't see himself as being anything close to a playboy, he did sleep with both Carlotta and Atsuko. And multiple times no less! Did that make him a playboy, or a dog, or a two-timer? It's not like he wanted to do that! Buuuuuut, how was he supposed to say ‘no’ when the two got amorous?

Then again, it's not like he's dating either of them either, so it's not too bad if he's a bit... ahem... free.

While he pondered if what he was doing was morally right or not, Carlotta turned to face his bathtub. Walking over towards it, the kinky mouse bent over, her tits hanging over the basin's edge while she purposefully pushed her juicy ass out towards her patient. Franklin's thoughts were cut short as he marveled at his nurse's big butt, gazing at its curves, and staring at her puckering anus and pink pussy.

“Snehehehehe!”

Twwwiiist! Sprrriiiitttzzzz!

With a giggle, Carlotta turned the knobs of his bathtub, filling it up with nice water. It was around this time that Franklin realized that, right, she was filling up his bathtub with water, not the shower stall! They used the shower stall so much, he almost forgot he had a bathtub period!

“C-Carlotta...?” he mumbled, while the gym rat turned to face him.

“C'mon, c'mon!” she called as she sat on the bathtub's edge, her yellow eyes shooting him a saucy gaze, “Walk over towards me, Frankie. Let's get you nice and clean for our date~”

“A... d-date...?” he mumbled back, his heart plummeting, “Wh-what do you mean by that...?”

“Snehehehehe! Don't be so coy, Frankie!” she replied, “Nooo! Be courageous like when we're performing your sexual rehabilitation! That Frankie would know exactly what I mean when I say the word 'date'! Snehehehehe! Like... what else would you call it? You, a bachelor of a young man, a rising star on the basketball court, going out to eat with two beautiful women? Me, the young mouse Carlotta, and Atsuko, the mature shark! I think that qualifies as a date!”

“I... I wouldn't...” he mumbled back.

“Oh? Then what would you call it?”

“I...! Uhh... umm...”

Yeah, good question. What would he call it then if it wasn't a date? Maybe if he wasn't sexually active with the both of them, then he'd call it a mere trip. But since he's seen both of them naked multiple times, and has performed various sexual acts with them as well, calling it a mere 'trip' was underselling it. But, still, a date didn't sound accurate either.

Ya'know what it was? A situation. Nothing more, nothing less!

Biting into his bottom lip, Franklin pushed himself away from the handle bars he was holding for support. Without their need he walked over towards Carlotta, who giggled as he came closer and closer. When he was just a foot or so away, he reached out for the mouse, who placed her hands atop his.

“There we go, Frankie...” she whispered, her tone more reserved and soft.

For a moment, Franklin thought she was putting aside her kinky and mischievous nature... only for her hands to suddenly grab his wrists, and that grin on her lips to grow devious. His face turned blank, his cheeks pale, and before he knew it...

Tug!

“Guh!?”

SPLASH!

“Snehehehehehe!”

Never forget, that despite Carlotta being a mouse, those muscles she had weren't for show. Her strength was second only to Atsuko's!

One moment, Franklin was standing before the naked gym rat. The next moment, he was pulled over the edge of the bathtub, where he fell face first into the warm waters within. His eyes grew wide and his body quickly scrambled, pulling his head up from above the surface of the water. As he gasped for breath and regained his senses, Carlotta chortled like someone told the funniest joke in the world. Annoyed, Franklin leered at his nurse. Two could play that game.

Grab!

“Eeeek!? M-my tail!?” Pull! “Oof!?”

Splash!

Let it also be known that Franklin's muscles are also not for show. He may be far from as strong as his physicians, but he's surprised many on the basketball court. Pulling a cocky mouse into the tub was just as easy!

Much like Franklin before, Carlotta was pulled into the tub, her face pressed against the floor of it. Emerging quickly, she flung water around before brushing back her hair, while her blue eyes looked forward. What she saw staring back at her was the grin on Franklin's lips.

“What? Did I surprise you, Carlotta?” he said in a proud manner whilst squeezing on her tail.

“So you took me off guard,” she replied, her lips curling into a smirk, “I'll give you some props, Frankie. Buuuut, you're still not getting out of your punishment! In fact, this only proves how much I need to teach you some lessons! I can't risk you thinking you can go around and play with the hearts of women all day! Snehehehehe!”

She said that as if it was him who started this sexual rehabilitation! Still, Franklin relaxed against the edge of the tub... while Carlotta began crawling towards him. Looking down upon her patient with this devious smile on her lips, the gym rat mounted his body, straddling his hips with his cock pressed against her stomach. She then placed her hands on his cheeks to tip his head up, so that her blue eyes could meet his brown ones. And after a few minutes of idling gazing at one another...

“Nmmph~!”

“Nmmm!”

Their lips met in a kiss!

In this tub, her hands placed on Franklin's face to frame it with her own, Carlotta and her patient pressed their lips together and danced their tongues. For a few moments, all that could be heard was the soft suckling and slurping of their lips while the water swelled around them. Reaching out with her tail, the mouse wrapped it around the knob and twisted it, turning it off as she continued indulging in this sweltering kiss.

Carlotta's busty breasts pressed hard against Franklin's chest, squishing against them as their bodies grew hotter and hotter. After several moments of deep kissing, the mouse pulled back, drawing out a bridge of spittle which hung between them.

“You naughty boy, you~” she whispered, as if it was he who initiated the kiss.

Franklin didn't really mind. His hands resting on her hips, he instead kneaded them, while his brown eyes looked up towards her face. Drawing his hands slowly up her body, the young man began to grope her form, marveling at it as he squeezed at her sides and breasts. Her tits spilling through the cracks of his fingers, she pushed her chest out and moaned aloud.

“Ngghh~ Just like that, Frankie~”

Franklin was an odd person, wasn't he? In some odd way, he felt shame whenever he lustfully leered at the erotic and wonderful bodies belonging to Carlotta and Atsuko. Despite the fact that he slept with both of them, he didn't want to objectify them... at least... not a lot. It was difficult when his base instincts told him to be – as Carlotta put it – naughty.

But for as respectful and humble as the basketball star could be, things were different when it came to his 'sexual rehabilitation'. The moment his heart started to race and his blood began pumping, he was instantly instilled with a wicked amount of bravado. It coaxed him to grope and squeeze at Carlotta's chest more, even pinching her pink nipples to the point that they were as stiff as towers.

“Snehehehehe~! You're really gettin' into it, Frankie~” she cooed, even bouncing up softly on his hips, “I wonder if you've--”

She then cut herself off, her eyes growing wide as she placed her hand to her mouth.

“I've ever... what...?” he mumbled back as he stared up towards her suddenly blushing face.

“N-never mind!” she replied with a cheeky grin, her head shaking in a dismissive manner, “I was just thinking about something stupid is all. Heh heh... uhhh...”

Franklin tilted his head, confused by her words. Carlotta meanwhile, mentally kicked herself in the ass for what she almost let slip. He didn't know that she knew that he and Atsuko were also performing sexual rehabilitation. She couldn't let him on to that fact, at least, not yet! She still had a game to play with her superior!

Franklin however shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know what was going on in his nurse's head, but he figured it wasn't that important. Besides, how could he focus on such a thing when he had such a lovely pair of tits bouncing in front of his face?

A grin adorning his lips, Franklin licked his lips as he locked his gaze upon her breasts. Sweat was still oozing down her form, now mixing with the warm waters of the tub they were in. Placing his hands to the sides of her breasts, he pushed and squeezed them together, coaxing a giggle and a moan from her lips. And with his eyes locked in on her plump nipple...

“Nmph!”

“Yeah! Snehehehehe!”

Wrapping his mouth around her nipple, Franklin began suckling upon her in a hungry and greedy manner. Audible and erotic moans left his lips as he slurped on her flesh, lathering her in spit which began traveling from the creases of his lips. Pleasure racing through her form, Carlotta continued grinding her hips on Franklin's lap, feeling his cock press against her thighs and stomach.

Squeezing in with her thighs, the gym rat began grinding her hips against Franklin's length, thumping up and down with her soft movements. Her tits bounced, and the waters of the tub splashed as she jerked her hips up, gyrating against him. Biting into his bottom lip, the young man gave a throaty groan while his hands traveled away from her tits to return to her hips.

Hands on her curves, Franklin kneaded her whilst grinding his hips against her in return, his cock sliding along her mound. The heated touches of his hot member coaxed moans from her lips, which she shamelessly let fill the air as she smiled down upon him.

“Snehehehe! You're getting so feisty, Frankie,” Carlotta whispered, “If we had more time, I'd give your cock a little... heh... you know~”

Looking up at her, he watched as she curled her fingers through the air as if holding some thick and phallic. Hanging that invisible, phallic object before her face, she stroked it in the air, while her tongue lashed wildly at the tip of it, telling Franklin all he needed to know. Damn, did merely thinking about receiving one of her blowjobs make his cock throb! But she was right; they had limited time. Who knows when Atsuko returned? Thankfully for the both of them...

“I'm so wet right now~” Carlotta whispered.

Franklin nodded.

After stealing one more glance towards the door, the young man placed his hands on the curvature of the gym rat's butt. Squeezing her, he used his strength to softly lift her off of his body, drawing a giggle from her lips. She even wiggled her hips, while the throbbing tip of his cock began pressing against her slick mound. Once or twice he nuzzled his length against her, drawing out more moans before he finally came to a stop. His cock was hard and throbbing, her pussy was wet and hot. Both wanted it this, so both worked together to--

Puuuuuuuusshh!

“Nnngggggh~~~!”

“Haaah...! Hgh... Carlotta...!”

Franklin's member spread apart Carlotta's folds, spearing and penetrating deep inside of her. Cunt clamping down around his member, she squeezed him tight and pulled him deeper inside, while her once hardy face morphed into quivering pleasure. The mouse's eyes were closed, her ears folded down and her lips in an 'O', while her fat ass sank further and further down until--

Plop...

Under the waters of the bathtub, her ass sat upon his waist, grinding the two together. Biting into her bottom lip, Carlotta softly thrust her hips forward, further suckling his cock down to the hilt inside of her as the pleasure continued to mound. Fuck, was Frankie's cock so good. The way it throbbed, how deep it reached, how it spread her apart, and how hot it was, all sent pleasure coursing throughout her body.

“Aaahhh~! Nngghh...! Frankieeee...” she whispered... while he squeezed her ass tight, “Ngggh! Fuck yeah~ Haah...! Show me the strength in those hips~”

If Franklin transformed into some courageous young man when in the throes of passion, then Carlotta morphed into a lustful bitch. The way she moaned, the face she wore; it all showed pleasure and need. And when those lips did shift, they curled into a saucy grin, and her cool blue eyes locked in on her lover's face.

“Let's go~” Pat! Splash! “Fuck yeah~!”

His hands on Carlotta's hips, Franklin began thrusting upwards into her awaiting cunt, slamming into her with so much strength that her body bounced up. From her ass, to her tits, and up to her head, every aspect of the mouse's body quaked from the impacts, while the water around them in the tub began splashing about. And as they got faster and harder, the bouncing and splashing got louder and harder too!

Franklin's cock shot through the mouse's cunt, stroking and grinding against all of her ridges. Her pussy too clinched upon his member, wrapping around him like a glove with a perfect fit. Whenever he thrust into her, pleasure raced throughout her form, causing her back to arch and her mouth to split open in a crooning cry of ecstasy. Her eyes too started fluttering, while her mouth slipped into a quivering oval.

Fuck, this felt so good. They've had sex with such consistency, and they were so numerous, that Franklin's cock had practically carved out her pussy in its shape! Whenever he thrusted inside of her, he had the perfect size and the perfect length. The same was true for him, as Carlotta's cunt was the perfect tightness! There wasn't as much fighting to fuck, but it wasn't loose either.

It all just... floooowwweeeed.

Frank's balls smacked up against Carlotta's body as his thrusting grew harder and stronger. Deep down inside, the mouse could feel his length tighten inside of her, telling her something she knew all too well. He was building himself up to that fever pitch, and was about to cum! But he wasn't planning on being a selfish lover.

With a slight turn here, a twist there, a new angle, and--

“HOOOOOHH!?”

When did he learn the location of her g-spot?

That thought raced through Carlotta's mind as the young man used his strong hips and relentless stamina to slam his dick up against that bundle of nerves. With each thrust, her mind faded more and more, and her pussy started clenching tighter. Oh yes, he was going to make her fucking scream!

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

SPLASH! SPLASH! SPLASSHH! SPLASH!

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! HYAAAAAHHNNN~~~!”

Courageous indeed.

His dick a steel rivet, Franklin pounded it into Carlotta's cunt, making every inch of her curves quiver like the waves of the ocean in a turbulent storm. Her ass, her breasts, her hair; it all bounced up and down to the point that her tits were smacking up against his chin!

But not even that was enough to stop Franklin! His teeth clenched and his eyebrows furrowed, the young man dove his face between her breasts, pressing his face into their valley. And when he did, the powerful odor of her sweaty body filled his nose, intoxicating him further!

With endless hunger and desire, Franklin ground his head between Carlotta's tits, while his hands continued gripping her juicy ass, and his hips never stopped thrusting. The tightness in his cock and balls built further as well, driving the mouse to grip his head and squeeze him closer. Thrusting her hips down to meet his own thrusts, the two built themselves higher and higher to the absolute zenith of pleasure. And when that cliffside finally arrived...

“HYYAAAAAHH~~~!”

“NNMMMFFFF!!!”

If one were to be standing outside of the tub, they'd see Carlotta suddenly shudder. Her eyes were closed, her teeth were clenched, and she was holding onto Franklin like her life depended on it. Quaking trembles traveled up through her body again and again, syncing up with the various squirting orgasms she suffered in that moment. They just kept coming – again and again – in visible wave after visible wave.

Likewise for Franklin.

His head still buried in her tits, the young man's cock erupted inside of her, spreading his virile seed inside of her awaiting snatch. Blast after blast after heated blast was launched into her pussy, nearly unleashing the full contents of his balls inside of her. And when she thought it was up, he'd fire off a few more rounds of spunk, before it finally tapered off into a peter...

For several moments the two sat there, still bound together by his cock. Gasping and groaning, Carlotta nearly fell over completely. Instead she leaned back softly, allowing Franklin to pull his head from her sweaty tits, and look up towards her cool blue eyes.

Breathing in the same hot and heated air as one another, they took their time panting for breath while primal thoughts traveled through their minds. They didn't need to say a word; their bodies spoke a thousand of them alone.

“Nmmmm...”

“Mmmmmff~”

Again they entered into a kiss, this one initiated by Franklin. And it was the perfect kiss for such a furious tryst. Instead of wickedly dancing their tongues together in a frenetic and lust-fueled dance, they took their time to slowly kiss one another. It was a slow dance, a passionate dance... a romantic dance.

It was slow, but it wasn't to last. The two pulled away from one another one more time, where they took their time to look into each other's eyes. For several moments, they looked at one another, still dazed in ecstasy. But then Carlotta chuckled as a smile spread on her lips, a smile that turned into a grin. Franklin matched with a smile of his own, where he began to laugh.

“We should really cut this short,” said the mouse, “We don't want to keep Atsuko waiting, do we? Besides...” she poked his nose, “I think after your workout and your sexual rehabilitation, you've worked up quite the appetite. Snehehehehehe!”

“Heh... I'll say,” he mumbled back, “I think I can hear my stomach...”

Grrrrrrrrgggkh!

“Growling...? Oh... s-sorry about that...”

“Snehehe...! Bwahahahahahahaha!”

As Carlotta's laughter filled the air, Franklin leaned back, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Thankfully, the mouse's laughter didn't remain for long. When they died down, he felt soaps pour down upon his chest. It was cold, made him shiver too. But when the hand of the mouse began pressing to his chest, turning the soaps into suds. And when he looked up, he came face to face with the soft smile on her lips.

This was going to be a nice bath, he was sure of it.

What he wasn't sure of – or more accurately, what he didn't know – was that they were being watched.

Peering through the window of the bathroom, her yellow eyes filled with annoyance, was Atsuko. The window was fogged to the point that the two inside probably couldn't see her, but she could easily see them. The shaded images of their bodies were once riding upon one another, before sliding into something more gentle. And even if she couldn't see them, she certainly could hear them.

Ugh... it annoyed Atsuko to no end. Her hands were even balled into tightly woven fists, and her stance was rigid and stiff. She knew this was going to happen, and yet it still had a negative affect on her. It was Carlotta's own idea that they all went walking for dinner, and the mouse was using this chance to initiate a tryst with Franklin!

Guh!

Atsuko told herself that it was just sexual rehabilitation, and that there were no romantic entanglements. She was doing this for Franklin's betterment, and as insane as it seems, sexual rehabilitation was working. He was fitter than he was before, and his leg was no longer as weak as it was when he first entered the hospital.

But even with all of this in mind, the sharkess was not so foolish as to think that these feelings she was experiencing were strictly chaste. Is it even possible to be chaste with someone you've been intimate with? Maybe if you're a psychopath.

Still, Atsuko felt weird. Seeing Carlotta be intimate with Franklin made the sharkess jealous. It was like she was back in high school, and she was vying for the affection of a boy alongside a rival. Both she and the mouse were sexually involved with Franklin, and she'd argue that both she and the mouse weren't going to so easily let him go.

Oh... it made Atsuko shiver just thinking about it!

She didn't know what she was going to do. Hell, a part of her felt silly for getting so emotional over something like this in the first place! And yet, the desires of her body could not be denied. Something had been activated within Atsuko, something that had laid dormant for years. And now – thanks to Franklin and even Carlotta to a certain extent – that aspect of her body was coming out.

It would not be denied.

…

Eeeaarrrrk! Thud!

“Tsk... it took you two long enough...”

“Huh? Oh! Snehehehehe! Dr. Summers... were you waiting for us...?”

Franklin emerged from his hospital room... where he came face to face with the disapproving gaze of his doctor. It had been a short while since his bath with Carlotta, where the both of them changed out of their clothes. He was fortunate enough to be given some casual wear by his mother during his stay at the hospital, resulting in these simple jeans, white shirt, sneakers, and his school letterman jacket.

Next to him was Carlotta, who, yes, did change in the room with Franklin. And as expected of her, she was wearing something rather freeing. You know... tight jean booty shorts that hugged at her hips and curves, a cropped jean jacket that hung on her shoulders, and a cropped top that hung over her breasts like a curtain over a window. And, yes, it did hang above her navel as well.

Contrast this against the sharkess in front of them. Atsuko was far more formal, even for an outing to a local restaurant. Black slacks that hugged her long legs and shapely hips, and a black button up shirt that sat on her chest. And, yes, that shirt was unbuttoned at the top, allowing one to gaze upon her cleavage. Nevertheless, she exuded this air of coolness and professionalism that went against Carlotta's tomboyish and mischievous energy.

And then there was Franklin, stuck in the middle.

“You cleaned up well, Atsuko!” said Carlotta with that teasing voice of hers.

The sharkess merely rolled her eyes before crossing her arms.

“You did too,” she replied, “Funny though... I don't remember you going to the locker room and showering off after we got done at the gym. And you made it back to Franklin’s room before I did. Isn't that odd?”

“Hm? Really?” the gym rat remarked, her shoulders shrugged, “I don't know... I wouldn't agree! Snehehehehe! Of course I got back here before you did! Dr. Rhodes is such a windbag, isn't she? I highly doubt you were able to get permission from her, take a shower, change your clothes, and get back here in such a timely manner! Snehehehehe! Not before me, anyway~”

Damn. Carlotta called Atsuko's bluff. In reality, the sharkess didn't get permission from Dr. Rhodes. It wasn't necessary due to all the paperwork Franklin himself signed. As far as the hospital was concerned, he was in Atsuko's care, so anything that happened to him off property was her responsibility, not theirs. Meaning that she didn't really need to tell Dr. Rhodes what she was doing.

But that wasn't the point, was it? This was a battle of wills between the sharkess and the gym rat, with their patient left flummoxed.

“Uh... you guys...?” he mumbled as his eyes looked between them, “I'd... really like to go eat...”

“Huh? Oh! Right! Snehehehehe! We really shouldn't keep Frankie waiting!” said Carlotta as she placed her hand on his shoulder, nearly knocking him over, “His stomach was growling intensely in the room. He could probably eat an entire cow!”

“Hmph... you're right,” said Atsuko as she dropped her arms, “Let's go. We can take the back exit. We'll head through the park behind Sacred Hope, and then it's a straight shot to J.J.'s.”

“Yup! That sounds 'bout right!” Carlotta said before she swept her eyes over towards the young man at her side, “Do you think you can manage it, Frankie?”

He looked back up at her, then shifted his gaze towards Atsuko. They were both looking at him, giving him reassuring smiles. While he wasn't ignorant to the mental war the two were battling, it was still comforting to know that they believed in him. They always believed in him. If it hadn't been for these two, he wouldn't even be standing like he was now.

While Franklin didn't quite understand the depths of their budding competition, he still wanted to do his best for their sake.

“Yeah, I can do it,” he said as he pushed out his chest, “It'll be easy!”

“Snehehehe! I like that confidence, Frankie!” said Carlotta as she looped her arm through his, causing him to cling to him, “Now let's go! Lead the way, Atsuko!”

“Hm... well...” said the sharkess as she walked over towards Franklin's side... and then hooked her arm through his, mirroring what the mouse was doing, “I don't have to walk forward. We can guide Franklin together.”

“Uhh...” he mumbled back.

Okay. Maybe this mental battle was going to be more prevalent than he thought.

…

J.J.'s was a restaurant; a diner if you will. Was it the largest diner around? No, not really. Was it famous? Nope, no, it wasn't that either. Was it good? Yeah, yeah, it was really good, but... that's not really why people went to eat there. So... why did people go to J.J.'s? Simple... because of its tagline.

Shut up! It's tasty!

When something that bold gets in your face, it's impossible to ignore.

J.J.'s was a fixture in this area of Document City, thanks to its comfy retro design, its helpful staff, and its delicious food. At nearly all hours of the day, you could see a car or two parked outside, with patrons waiting to be served. Now was no different, with more than a few cars waiting outside, and a number of people enjoying a meal within.

The walk to J.J.'s was a pleasant one... that is for people who aren't currently going through physical therapy. For Franklin, the walk was daunting. He thought it would be simple, and at first, it was. They walked through the park, which was his first time being to one since he had come to stay at Sacred Hope hospital. But once they got through the park, they took to the sidewalks, which were a lot... bumpier than he remembered.

Without walking sticks or even a cane, traveling along the sidewalk was an ordeal. Suddenly, every line, every crack, and every bump – no matter how small – was enough to nearly make him trip up! He struggled forward on unsteady feet, wishing he was back in the flat halls of the hospital.

But Franklin wasn't alone in his walk. While it may have proven itself more difficult than he thought, he still had Carlotta to his right, and Atsuko to his left. His two physicians kept him upright, and helped him walk through the city streets not just thanks to their grips on him, but due to their reassuring words.

“You're doing great, Frankie! Snehehehe!” Carlotta would say with her trademark laugh.

“Just a little bit further, Frankie,” Atsuko would add on with her mature voice.

How could he fail with them at his sides? That's right: he couldn't!

While on the inside he questioned his own capabilities, on the outside, his body made the journey. All the pain and aches he felt failed to register in his head thanks to Atsuko and Carlotta, who wouldn't allow him to fall, even if he wanted to. At the very least, they helped obscure how long it took to get to J.J.'s. A trip that would take ten or so minutes usually, instead took him twenty-five minutes. But in Franklin's head, it could have been shorter than three.

“Ah...?”

Franklin stopped. In front of him were the glittering lights of J.J.'s. He had made it, and without needing to stop for a break along the way. Seeing the front doors of the diner caused him to puff up with pride, while the two women at his side helped him stand tall as well.

“Good job, Frankie~” Atsuko whispered into his ear, making his cheeks turn red, “Now then...” her eyes shifted over towards the mouse at their side, “Carlotta, could you go inside and get us a table? A booth is preferable.”

“Snehehehe! Aye-aye, Dr. Summers!” she said, even giving a two-fingered salute as she did so.

Releasing her hold on Franklin's arm, the gym rat quickly rushed through the parking lot towards the front doors and entered inside. Franklin would follow soon after, walking across the parking lot slowly as Atsuko held him up.

Maybe – juuuuuuust maybe – if he was older and maybe a little taller too, one could misconstrue them as going out on a date. The way she clung to his arm, the slight blushes they both wore on their cheeks, or the smile that sat on Atsuko's lips, helped sell the illusion that they were a pair of lovers going out for a nice meal. They'd even occasionally steal glances at one another, only to avert their eyes.

But as they got closer and closer to the door, Franklin felt himself grow more and more confident. His lips even shifted from this sheepish smile, into a more assured smirk. And when they arrived at the door, it was he who pushed it open.

Ring-A-Ding!

And the bell of the diner rang out throughout.

Franklin pulled his head up, gazing around the restaurant with his mouth slightly agape. J.J.'s had a slightly retro design to it, with its curved edges and silver coloration. There was even a jukebox in the corner playing music from the 80s and 90s. Several families could be seen sitting around and enjoying their meal, while in the back, one could see the chefs cooking through a view window.

“Huh...” he mumbled.

“Hey! Over here!” Carlotta suddenly called out.

Franklin and Atsuko turned, facing the mouse in the distance. She was sitting at a booth next to a window, waving at them with this beaming smile on her face. Walking over to her, Atsuko was quick to sit down on one side of the booth... with Carlotta sitting at the other. That left Franklin standing there at the end of the booth.

Where he was immediately presented with a choice.

His eyes swelled, his cheeks turned red, and all the confidence he showed before evaporated. At the same time, both Carlotta and Atsuko looked at him. They didn't say a word, but they didn't need to say a word; the problem presented itself obviously.

Who does he sit with?

Shit! Is this what a love triangle is like? Him being forced to choose who he preferred in this odd relationship they were in? That's not good! He didn't like having to choose something like this! If he could have it his way, he'd sit with both of them! But that made him greedy, didn't it? And Carlotta warned against that. He was no playboy!

But what else does he do? He couldn't just stand here! So, what, he needed to figure out who he preferred? Did he prefer Carlotta and her hoyden energy? Or did he prefer Atsuko and her refined maturity? Honestly? He couldn't choose!

For what felt like an eternity, Franklin pondered his choices. In reality, only a few seconds had passed with him standing there like an idiot. Carlotta and Atsuko both looked at him in concern... before looking at one another. And when they did – when blue eyes met yellow – the two were trapped in that competition once again! But this time...

“Gotcha!”

“Whoa?”

Carlotta was just a bit quicker on the draw!

Grabbing Franklin's arm, the gym rat pulled him down and into the chair, sitting him with her. He stumbled, his eyes wide and cheeks red as his head smacked up against her tit. It all happened so fast he was stricken with whiplash!

But then he leaned up, where he saw the disapproving look of Atsuko on the other end. It wasn't directed at him however, but instead directed towards the grinning mouse who held his hand. Not that Carlotta minded. That grin was directed towards the sharkess, like a challenging glare. And to help sell the challenge all the more, the mouse took the extra step to lock her fingers between Franklin's fingers, holding his hand like a pair of tight lovers.

That made Atsuko's blood flow harder than just seeing them fuck!

How odd is that?

“So... Frankie~” said Carlotta as she shifted her gaze towards him, “Have you ever eaten at J.J.'s before? I think it's super great! I've come here many times with dates in the past. You'll love it.”

“Tch... came here with dates?” Atsuko commented, “Just how many dates have you gone on in your time, Carlotta?”

“Enough to have gained quite a bit of experience,” the mouse countered as she leered at her superior, grinning all the while, “I know exactly what to do in a relationship. Unlike you who... hm... when's the last time you were on a date, Atsuko? When the Soviet Union was still kicking around? Snehehehehehe!”

“How dare you? I'll have you know the last time I had a date was eight months ago,” Atsuko replied, “Besides, having numerous amounts of paramours is not the positive you think it is. I'd argue having so many shows a lack of faithfulness. Who's to say you weren’t dating several men at once like some two-timer?”

“What? Me? A two-timer! That's rich coming from you!” Carlotta retorted, “You strike me as the type of woman who longs for something someone else has. And being such a strong predator, I bet you wouldn't care whose heart you break by taking someone else's man.”

“Well, if I did take someone else's man, then perhaps they deserved it for being so pathetic.”

“Oh is that so...?”

What the hell was going on here!? Seriously! What was going on!? Carlotta and Atsuko were getting into an argument over theoretical dates?

Look, Franklin's not an idiot. He was aware that something was going on between them, and he was the focus of it all. But due to plausible deniability, he didn't say a word. Technically, nothing Atsuko or Carlotta was saying was enough to tell him that they were aware of the fact that they were both sleeping with him. If he said something, there was a chance that Carlotta would react in shock.

A slim chance... but a chance nonetheless!

But the same could not be said about the mouse and shark themselves. The two were glaring daggers at one another! Their gazes were so intense, one could feel heat radiate off them! If they were trying to play some game of mental chess, it was difficult to say who was losing more! It was like they didn't care how overt they were being!

“Heeeeeeyy~” a lethargic voice suddenly rang from the side, causing everyone to turn and face it.

Standing at the table was their waitress: a young woman with long white hair, red eyes, and bunny ears. She also looked sleepy, like she was five seconds away from passing out on the spot.

“Welcome to J.J.'s,” said the bunnygirl as she stretched out her arms and yawned, “Aaaaaaaaahhhh... Hnmph... The name's Luna, and I'll be your waitress for today,” reaching into her apron, she pulled out a notepad, “What can I get you to drink tonight?”

“Oh! Uhhhh...” said Franklin, merely happy that her sudden appearance helped dispel the tension at their table, “I'd take a Koobla Cola. Zero! A Koobla Cola Zero...”

“Rrrrriight...” mumbled the sleepy bunny as she scribbled down in her notes, “And for you two?”

“Snehehehe! I'll take a chocolate milkshake!” said Carlotta, garnering a glare from her superior.

“Are you sure about that?” Atsuko commented, “Milkshakes are very... fattening. It may ruin your figure. Who's to say...” her tail slithered over, where it brushed along Franklin's leg, causing him to stiffen up, “That it may make you undesirable.”

“Oh? Me? Undesirable?” repeated Carlotta with this cocky grin on her lips, “I dunno about that, Atsuko! Any fat that the milkshake gives me, is going to aaaaaalllllll the right places~”

And for extra emphasis on her words, the mouse's tail slithered up, where it brushed along her busty chest. Her tits even gave a soft bounce upon the tap she gave herself, before her tail slid back down. And to match the sharkess, she too began sliding her tail along Franklin's body, specifically focusing on his member. Naturally, his cheeks turned red and he stiffened up even further.

“Oooookaaaaaaaaaaay...” said their waitress, seemingly ignoring their words as she scribbled into her notepad, “And you, ma'am...?”

“Hmph... I'd like a coffee. Keep it black,” Atsuko answered whilst crossing her arms, her eyes locked on Carlotta and her grin.

“Gotchaaaaaaa...” muttered the waitress as she pulled back, “'Kay then. I'll head to the back and get your drinks. In the meantime, keep lookin' over the menu and see whatcha like!”

The waitress must have been in her own little world, because she had no reaction to how overtly combative Atsuko and Carlotta were being. Franklin was not so lucky. The more and more his physicians spoke, the harder and harder it was to use plausible deniability as a defense. The two were practically fighting over him with their words!

What does he do in a situation like this? Talk to them? That sounded like the absolute worst thing he could do! But he couldn't just sit there and do nothing! There had to be something he could say or do that would calm them down!

“Umm...!” he suddenly said, straightening up... only for Atsuko to rise up first.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” said the sharkess, her tone blatant in how acidic it was.

Franklin – silenced by her words and movements – watched as Atsuko pulled away from the table and started marching for the distance. Her body was abrasive and callous as she headed for the bathroom doors, and vanished from view. It left the young man stuck in place, wondering if there was something he could say or do to help alleviate the situation. But before he could speak...

“I need to go to the bathroom too,” said Carlotta in a less than playful manner.

Franklin's face paled and he looked over, just in time to watch the gym rat amble over his body and walk away. She too appeared combative and annoyed, which did not do his mental state any favors. If he was perturbed before, he was absolutely anxious now watching his two physicians vanish from view!

What were they doing? Were they going to just talk? Were they possibly going to fight!? He wished he could follow them, but they were heading in the women's restroom! Besides, he was sure his interference would only make things worse. Regardless of what he did or didn't do, Franklin was clear on one thing.

“I am so fucking dead...”

…

Sprrriiittttzzzzz!

Shit. What was wrong with her? Why was she getting so emotional over something so... trite? Was it really romance? Did she really seek a romantic relationship with a young man who was nearly twenty years her junior? She needed to get a hold of herself! This wasn't a game!

Atsuko didn't know what came over her. No matter how many times she told herself to get a grip, she found her anger being roused time and time again. Making matters worse, Carlotta was being blatantly antagonistic. If it wasn't obvious before, it was obvious now...

Sliiiiidee! Thud!

She knew.

“Tch... Carlotta...” Atsuko muttered as she turned, facing the door.

“Heya, Atsuko!” the mouse replied with that trademark arrogance of hers.

This mouse – this rat – had the audacity, the gall, to challenge her – a shark – with such moxie? Atsuko would laugh, but she did not find the situation humorous in the least bit. Carlotta meanwhile continued walking forward, her wrists on her hips as she looked up to her superior. To match her bravado, the sharkess crossed her arms beneath her chest as she glared back.

For several moments in this bathroom, the two just glared at one another. It was a battle of wills as they waited for the other to break eye contact. But they could sit there for hours, and neither side would. Atsuko and Carlotta could both feel the tension in the air grow thicker and stronger, damn near choking! If one of them didn't say a word, they'd be here forever!

So...

“Look... I know you and Frankie are fucking,” said Carlotta, her grin growing wider.

Atsuko didn't flinch. If it wasn't clear by now that the mouse knew, then the sharkess would be an idiot. She is not an idiot. Her subordinate was being far too explicit with her taunting before, but Atsuko was able to deduce Carlotta knew even before that. It was in the subtle motions; how the mouse's blue eyes stroked along her body, and how her gaze would grow intense whenever the shark and Franklin got a bit too close. At first, Atsuko ignored it. But after a few moments, she realized the mouse too was getting jealous.

The sharkess didn't outright ask her if she knew however. Why? Because of plausible deniability. Sure, Atsuko figured Carlotta knew, but there was nothing outright saying she knew. That is until now, of course.

“And? So what of if?” the sharkess countered as she tilted her head to the side, “It's not like you were being entirely chaste with Frankie. You even came up with this sexual rehabilitation. As your superior, there's no reason why I couldn't adopt that as a part of his regimen as well.”

“Tch! That's not what this is about, and you know it!” Carlotta snarled as she stepped forward, “You and I both know this goes beyond that stupid-ass sexual rehabilitation! This? Heh...” she looked to the side, “This is something more...” she then looked back, “Look, I'm not an idiot. I could say whatever I want to you, and it's not like you'll back down. Sooooooo... I propose a little... competition...”

“A... competition...?” Atsuko repeated, “What are you getting at?”

“Snehehehehe! Isn't it obvious? We both like Franklin. He's a smart kid, a cute kid, a kind kid, and he's putting in soooooo much work for the both of us. Heh heh...” she glanced to the side briefly, “He's an amazing fuck as well...” she looked back, “Buuuuuuuuut, I think it's obvious by now that we're not the sharing type. We both want him. Aaaalllll for ourselves. Now, I could say something rude like you're old...”

“And I could counter saying I'm a superior shark...”

“Uh-huh. I could also counter that by saying you are out of practice.”

“And I could counter that by saying I'm a fast learner.”

“And then we come here, to an impasse,” Carlotta said with her arms in a shrug and her eyes glancing to the side, “Which, ya'know, is pretty annoying. This whole back and forth is terrible,” she looked back, that grin reappearing on her lips, “Soooooo, like I said, I propose a competition! If we can't convince the other to leave Frankie alone, we'll just have to convince Frankie to choose one of us! His leg is healing; he'll be discharged from the hospital in under a week, I'm sure of it. We can blame it on our care, sexual rehabilitation, or whatever! But nothing changes the fact that he will be leaving soon. So in that time – however much time we have left – we'll have to do whatever we can to convince him to pick one of us. And whoever he chose, well, the other will just have to accept that. Deal?”

Raising her hand, Carlotta offered it to Atsuko, who looked back with her head tilted. The sharkess was incredulous, and could you blame her? The mouse was a very mischievous person. That didn't make her evil of course, but it made her difficult to trust. Hell, it was her who created this sexual rehabilitation nonsense in the first place! Who's to say she wouldn't go back on her words?

But... no... that was wrong to think. Carlotta was mischievous, but she was true to her words. Her mischievousness was more playful than it was malicious in any caliber. So when she said she would stay away from Franklin if Atsuko won this competition, then there was little reason to doubt her.

Gosh... was she really considering this? It sounded so... juvenile. A competition to win the heart of some young stud? If Atsuko felt like she was in high school before, then this feeling was only amplified now. Why was she even entertaining something like this? She's a shark and is Carlotta's superior! She could have the mouse fired for these antics, and then she'd have Franklin all to herself!

No, that would be wrong. Tch. As if any of this was right. They were both having sex with their patient at the end of the day; there was nothing morally correct about it! If information about their perversions got out, their names would be marred in controversy and they wouldn't be able to get any respectable jobs ever again!

But that wasn't enough to stop Atsuko either. It would be easy to just let Carlotta have Franklin, or have Carlotta fired from the hospital, but neither of these options were appealing. Truth be told, Atsuko preferred the challenge. She may not be an active athlete like she used to be, but the blood of competition still flowed through her veins. Whenever an obstacle was placed before her, she would do everything in her power to overcome it.

Win the heart of a young man? She'd go after that with the same deadly accuracy she had when she went after the gold in her swimming days.

So Atsuko raised her hand... and grabbed Carlotta's, giving it a firm shake.

“Deal.”

“Snehehehehehe! I knew you'd see things from my point of view!” said the mouse as she shook back... before she stepped forward, shooting the sharkess a competitive glare, “So no hard feelings, 'kay? Let the best woman win!”

The competition was on, and neither side was going to go down without a fight!

…

Dinner was pleasant. Almost too pleasant. Franklin was expecting... something to occur. With how antagonistic Atsuko and Carlotta were, he thought they'd continue their vitriolic back and forth all throughout their meal.

But they didn't.

When the two emerged from the bathroom – at the same time no less – they appeared relatively... normal. Carlotta was the same grinning and tomboyish mouse she always was, while Atsuko retained her grace and maturity. The two didn't even get into a spat with one another where they traded thinly-veiled insults at one another like they did before.

They just came back, ordered, spoke and relaxed, ate dinner, then returned to Sacred Hope Hospital. It was so normal, that it almost gaslit Franklin into thinking that he imagined their earlier attitudes.

But he wasn't an idiot.

Beneath their casual and typical veneers, there laid a palpable tension. He'd notice it every now and then when he looked at their faces. A glare here, a glance there, a tensing of muscles occasionally. It was like a bomb was ticking beneath their surfaces, ones they hid with almost too great an ease. Was this just a woman thing? Could they all hide their emotions so well? That made things even scarier!

But that was in the past. The recent past, but the past nonetheless. Right now, after an entire day of physical therapy in the gym, sexual rehabilitation in the bathroom, and dinner at a restaurant, Franklin laid in his bed at Sacred Hope Hospital.

His eyes laid on the ceiling of his room, his face blank as his mind struggled to settle his thoughts. He couldn't help but to wonder what he should do, or if there was anything he could do in this situation. Plausible deniability could only get him so far; sooner or later, he'd have to face the facts that both Atsuko and Carlotta knew what was going on. But why play this back and forth then? Why didn't they just come out and tell him so that they could all be on the same page?

Ugggh... this was soooo confusing...

When thinking of his future, he would typically imagine some fantastic dream life for himself. He'd be a star basketball player, the MVP of his team and rookie of the year, where he'd marry some beautiful super model to be his trophy wife in some loveless marriage. That's what he told his friends and family as a joke, anyway.

In truth, he never really put too much thought into his future relationships. Sure, he wanted to get married and have kids, and all of that, but he was focused on becoming an athlete first and foremost. Relationships would come in due time.

Now here he was, laying in his hospital bed as he juggled a mouse and shark at the same time. This was definitely not going to plan...

“What do I do...?” he muttered to himself, “I can't just lay here and do nothing. I have to do something, but... aah... what is that 'something'?” he shook his head, “Now I'm talking to myself like a crazy person. Hggh... what are they doing? Carlotta and Atsuko were so... venomous before. They... they must be up to something. They--” Click! “Huh...?”

“Frankie?”

“Wha...? Dr. Summers...?”

Entering into his room was Atsuko, who stood at the doorway with her yellow eyes locked on his face. Gone was the casual wear she had on during their trip to the diner, having been replaced with what she typically wore. The lab coat, the pencil skirt, the button up shirt with the top few buttons undone; it all sat on her body.

Slowly rising up in his bed, Franklin watched as the sharkess entered into his room fully, the door closing shut behind her. She then walked up towards his bedside, her hips swaying left and right while her yellow eyes remained locked on him.

“Dr. Summers...” Franklin whispered as she looked down upon him with her stoic face, “Is... everything okay?”

She smiled.

“Yes, Frankie,” Atsuko answered as she sat on the edge of the bed, her head tilted to one side, “Everything is okay.”

He paused for a moment as he looked up at the smiling sharkess. Nothing about her words or her mannerisms appeared to lie. In fact, she exuded a comforting warmth, one that made Franklin rise further.

But it was difficult to ignore the antagonism Atsuko and Carlotta showed one another at the diner. His chest tightening and his stomach twisting, Franklin pondered for a moment if he should just outright ask her about it. But he also felt the courage to do so start to wane. He didn't want to say something that could possibly displease the sharkess, or the mouse for that matter.

If it was possible, he wanted to make both of them happy.

“Atsu--”

“Are you uncomfortable...?” Atsuko said, suddenly cutting him off.

“Wh-what...?” he muttered back before looking down and around, “Umm... I'm... no more comfortable than usual, I guess...” he looked back, “Why do you ask?”

“I spend a lot of time at the hospital,” Atsuko answered, “I admit, I may spend too much time at the hospital. We have these small rooms called on-call rooms where doctors can sleep if we're staying overnight. Buuuuut... I was feeling a little lonely, so...” blushing, Atsuko gazed to the side in a bashful manner, “Do you mind I give you some... company...?”

“Co-company...? I...!” Franklin mumbled.

His words were cut short however as Atsuko reached out over his body. Smiling from cheek to cheek, the sharkess' face shifted into something more alluring, more seductive as she crawled fully atop Franklin. Laying flat on his bed, his cheeks turned an intense red as his eyes traveled up Atsuko's body. As she straddled his hips, her hands rested upon his chest, pinning him into his bed, while her yellow eyes stared into his.

Closer. She was coming closer. Her eyes were closing shut. Her lips were puckering. And before he knew it.

“Mmmfff...”

“Nmmm~”

Their lips met in a kiss.

Franklin's eyes closed as Atsuko pressed their lips together. Before coming to this hospital, he was a kissing novice. Now after a solid week or so of sexual rehabilitation, he had become a kissing savant!

Wrapping his arms around the sharkess' neck and shoulders, he deepened the kiss, his tongue courageously diving into her maw. It brushed along her tongue, ground along her tongue, swirled around her tongue. He even used his tongue to trail along her serrated teeth, dancing along them like he was licking a series of pristine knives.

Atsuko groaned around him, her body shuddering from the talent this young man showed on her. Already she could feel a heat push through her body, coaxing her to draw her hand along his body. All that time he spent wasting away in his bedroom, did little to make his body atrophy to any serious degree. Sure, his musculature may not have been as toned as it was before, but he was still tighter than your average eighteen-year-old.

Her devious hands slid up and under his shirt, palming along his broad chest. He could feel the powerful yet sensual touch of her palm as it stroke his body, drawing more moans from him which flowed directly into her mouth. She moaned back in turn, while her hips began to softly rock back and forth on his waist.

Pulling up his own hands, Franklin began mirroring his doctor as he started to grope along her sides and stomach. His devious fingers explored her without hesitation, where they stroked up towards her chest. Atsuko's breasts weren't as big as Carlotta's, nor were they as heavy, but that didn't make them any less amazing. They had this luscious and mature shape to them, and when they rested down on his hands, it was like he was fondling a pair of peaches!

Amid the kiss he shared with Atsuko, Franklin unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing. One by one she felt it being undone, allowing her chest to expand and breathe free of the shirt she was wearing. At the same time, the mature black bra she wore was exposed to the room around them, and she pulled back to break the kiss they shared.

Snaaap~!

A trail of saliva hung between them, eventually snapping to pieces when Atsuko pulled too far away. Sitting upright on Franklin's waist, she looked down upon him, her chest heaving up and down as she gave full-chested breaths. The look in his eyes matched her own, being filled with lust, desire, and so much hunger. It was a far cry from the blushing and embarrassed young man he was moments ago.

Maybe Carlotta was onto something. He really did become a different person in the throes of passion.

His courageousness continuing on, Franklin unbuttoned Atsuko's shirt entirely, allowing it to open around her body. Her pumped up chest and muscular stomach were revealed in full, glowing in the light of his hospital room like an athletic idol. Entranced by her physique, he brushed his fingers along her abs and toned sides, before bringing his hands back up towards her chest.

Squeeeeeeezeee!

“Nnggggh~!”

His strong fingers clinched upon Atsuko's tits through her bra, squeezing and pushing them upwards. The sharkess' teeth bit into her bottom lip, groaning as her eyes closed and cheeks turned redder.

“Yes. Like that~” she moaned as he groped her tits through her bra.

But as the seconds ticked by, Franklin's desires grew as well. Slipping his hands under Atsuko's shirt, he pulled it free from her body, removing it and revealing her body in full. That left only that black bra on her chest, which while beautiful and elegant, still obscured his view of what he wanted beneath.

Atsuko realized that, so Atsuko grinned.

“Ufufufufu~”

Her elegant laugh filling the air, the sharkess reached up and fiddled with the hooks of her bra. With ease she pulled them loose, causing her bra to collapse upon her tits. But before it could fall away completely, she crossed her arms under her chest, catching it.

“Ufufufu...! Next time, I'll teach you how to unclip a bra,” she whispered, “But until then...”

Fwump!

Plap-Plap!

Atsuko dropped her arms, allowing her bra to fall and exposing her tits. They bounced to freedom before Franklin's eyes, being shapely, covered in onyx scales, and having inverted gray nipples. Rising up and down in sync with her breathing, the sharkess shot Franklin an alluring gaze as her lips curled into this sensual smirk.

Her tits exposed, Franklin once again drew forth his hands, placing them upon Atsuko's stomach. She moaned from his touch, while his fingers traveled up towards her tits. Now without a bra in the way, he squeezed her breasts into his palms, feeling how firm and shapely they were. Atsuko moaned and arched her back, pushing out her chest more towards his awaiting face.

Pulling up her own hands, the sharkess gripped his wrists, holding him close as her hips continued rocking back and forth. Her mound pressed against his crotch, feeling his hot cock push through beneath his underwear and shorts. It was so hot and thick, and the more she ground against him, the more it throbbed.

Aroused, Franklin began grinding his hips back against Atsuko, stimulating her folds in return. At the same time, his squeezing groping hands gained purpose behind them. They squueeeeezzzzeeed into her tits, pressing her gray nipples into the palms of his hands. Rubbing them – up and down, back and forth – caused blood to pump more in her veins, and made her bite into her bottom lip, giving an erotic groan which filled the air.

“Haaah...! Nhhh~ Frankie~” she moaned, “Your... haaah~ rehabilitation is going superbly~ Nngghh~”

Rocking her hips left and right, she further felt his cock push up against her mound. The pants he wore did a poor job of hiding his member, which throbbed and twitched, and burned like lava. Desire welled within the sharkess, needing, nay, demanding him at that very moment.

But, no. They would take their time. This was a competition. She didn't just need to please him, she needed to prove to him that she was superior! And Atsuko would do just that.

Pursing her lips, the sharkess leaned forward, taking Franklin into a kiss. He hummed and kissed back, his arms slipping from her breasts to wrap around her neck. Embracing her closer, the two's tongues danced and lapped at one another, trading moans and spit. But then Atsuko pulled away, her lips breaking from his, though her face did not travel too far.

“Chu~ Chu~ Chu~ Mmmfff! Chu~!”

Again and again, she peppered his cheek with kisses, causing Franklin to groan and melt. The sharkess traveled down further, coming to his neck, where she began to kiss and lick him... and then suck on him... and then bite him.

“Nmph!”

“Nnggggh!?”

Like a prey caught in the wild, Franklin locked up immediately. With how kind though strict she had been, it was easy to forget that Atsuko is a shark, a predator so perfect, that it hasn't changed much in millions of years! This bite reminded him about it though. He felt the pressure of her clamp, the squeezing of her jaw, and the prickling of her teeth. She could have easily torn him to shreds with these teeth of hers, but instead...

“Chup! Aaah~”

She pulled back, and in her wake, left Franklin with a shining bite mark. Bringing over his fingers, he gently dragged them upon his fresh wound, before looking back up towards the smiling sharkess who straddled his hips.

“Mmmmmm~ you taste so good, Frankie~” she said, her tail wagging behind her as she licked her lips hungrily, “I can't wait to see how you taste down...” Tap, “Here...”

“Nggh...!”

Atsuko's finger...

Was poking the tip of his dick.

Franklin looked down, where he came face to face with his thick member. Like a taunting temptress, Atsuko's finger toyed with the head of his dick, swirling around it. Even though his pants and underwear were in the way, he still could feel the power of her finger. And when she pushed down hard enough, a dark stain was formed by his precum, showing how aroused he was!

Laying forward, Atsuko reclined against Franklin, her breasts resting near his head as she smiled upon him. Down below, her hand continued groping his cock through his pants, stroking and brushing along him. More and more his member throbbed, building up to the point that he'd cum through her touches alone!

But he paced himself... and Atsuko slipped her hand under his pants.

Gripping it by the waist band, the sharkess pulled his trousers and underwear down, causing his cock to 'Fwip!' to attention. Like a mighty spire of lust, it pointed to the ceiling and throbbed, veins running down its sides, and his balls tightening. Franklin's cheeks turned red, embarrassed... but so unbelievably aroused. When he looked up and over, he saw Atsuko smile down upon him.

“Such an impressive penis, Frankie,” she whispered, “All of that young male virility and vitality... nngghh... it's pumping through this thick member of yours~”

“Atsuko...”

Wrapping her hand around his cock, the sharkess began softly and slowly jerking her hand up and down. Franklin grunted as he felt not only the strength in her palm, but the tenderness of her touch. Atsuko's hands were remarkable; the perfect hands for a perfect woman such as herself. The way it traveled up and down his dick, drew panting moans from his lips, sounds the sharkess greedily ate up.

Franklin turned over, where he dove his face into the sharkess' shapely tits. Moaning against her, he opened his mouth and captured one of her nipples into his maw. With all the hunger expected of a virile young man, he began to suckle and slurp on her teat, tasting from her flesh and scales. Atsuko moaned from the suckling, but did not stop her handjob as she continued jerking him off. His lurid and hungry suckling caused her nipples to harden, and soon emerge from their little holes.

“Nngghgh~~~! Haaaah...!”

So sensitive! Her nipples were so damn sensitive!

Biting down upon that gray nub in his mouth, Franklin sucked on her tit like he could actually draw milk from her. More and more the sharkess' body grew hot, feeling like fire was flowing through her veins, not blood. He was suckling on her so damn good, that her handjob grew erratic. Some strokes were too strong, others too soft, but all felt so fucking good!

Pleasing him caused her chest to swell. Sex was so intimate, so enthralling, so wonderful. To hear her lover lose himself in the pleasure she granted him – and to be given rapturous pleasure in return – was an amazing feeling she never wanted to be without again. She would not suffer defeat in this competition!

But until then...

Atsuko leaned forward, pursed her lips, and planted another kiss upon his cheek. She then licked him... before slowly moving down. With hunger in her eyes, the sharkess moved down on Franklin's body, leaving his body quivering. He watched as she positioned herself above his crotch... with his cock pointed up towards her mouth.

“Nmmmmmm~” she moaned, her tongue licking her lips, “Oh Frankie~ Sniff sniff... hnggg~ It smells so gooood... aaaahh~”

Opening her mouth, Atsuko pushed out her tongue, dangling it above Franklin's cock. Left and right he watched her lash the tip of his dick, swatting it about with deft yet no less powerful strikes. Each lick – no matter how quick or how strong – caused him to groan and melt, and made his toes curl.

But this was just the taste test. Now came the appetizer...

“Shlick! Sliiiicck! Liiiiiccck! Nmmph~ So goooood...”

Around and around his head, Atsuko licked his cock like she was licking a lollipop. Her strides were slooooowwww as she took her time to enjoy his texture, his flavor. The heat of his cock, the rigidity of it, the salt and the sweat; it all danced on her tongue, drawing erotic, womanly moans from her lips. All the while, her yellow eyes remained locked on his face, watching his every reaction.

Oh, his cock was so big. And from the tip of it, that delicious precum oozed out like syrup. Sliding upon her tongue, Atsuko moaned from its taste, her body even shuddering. Her tongue then slid down further, where she curled it around his shaft, and traced it along his veins. A shark's tongue may not be as devious as, say, a reptile’s, but her oral skill was remarkable nonetheless.

Shlip!

But then her tongue whipped up, leaving Franklin's cock oozing with spit. Biting into his bottom lip, he groaned as his cock twitched, while Atsuko once again positioned her mouth above his member.

“Chu~!”

First came the kiss...

“Naaaaawwww! Nmph~! Mmmmmmm~~~”

Then came the swallow.

Lips pursed, Atsuko took Franklin's cock into her maw, suckling upon it. Oooooh, it was amazing to lick, but it was twice as good to suck on. The sharkess' eye visibly twitched as his erotic flavor danced in her maw, being damn near intoxicating. Softly, slowly, her head sank down on his member, taking in more and more and moooorreee.

“Nmmph...”

She then stopped. Franklin's cock was pressing against the entrance to her throat.

Sitting there, Atsuko took her time to just enjoy the feeling of his dick in her maw. Fuck... she would've never thought a few days ago doing something so lewd would feel so rewarding. The way it throbbed with lust and need for her, the taste of his precum, the heat and salt; it was all salivating. She could just sit here, and it would be enough to draw moans from her lips.

“Nmm~ Mmm~ Hmmm~”

“Aah... A... Atsuko...” Franklin moaned back as he reached down.

Pat...

“Hm...?”

And her eyes opened.

Looking up, Atsuko's yellow eyes met Franklin's brown ones. His hand was resting down on her head, petting her... stroking her... kneading his fingers through her hair. Carlotta was right; he did become brazen when in the throes of passion. What made it so funny was that he didn't realize he was being so courageous. You'd have to be courageous to pet a shark.

But Atsuko didn't mind. In fact, she liked it. It even instilled a bit of confidence within her!

Giggling with her mouth full of cock, the sharkess shot Franklin a flirty wink, before she started up her erotic sucking. The intense, vacuum force of her maw tightened around his member, forcing a groan from his lips. He leaned back as he did so, while his cock tightened further within her dripping maw.

He could feel every inch of the doctor's mouth. From the spit and drool that oozed around his member, to the tongue which stroked along his shaft, and the vicious teeth which plucked around him. Sticking one's cock into the mouth of a shark has to be next to sticking it into a meat grinder as one of the absolute worst things a man could do!

But when it's Atsuko... well... he could imagine worse places for it to go...

She wasn't just sucking his cock, she was downright pleasing it! The licking, the sucking, even the slight nibbles she gave every now and then, were all aimed to maximize his pleasure. Not to say she wasn't enjoying herself, but right now, her focus was on something else.

She needed to win this game. Failure was simply not an option!

“Shlurp~! Pop! Aaahh~”

“Haahh...!”

Pulling her lips off of his dick, Atsuko flung spit about, while her lips curled into a lurid grin. Yellow eyes glowing, the sharkess slowly crawled up the body of her patient, while her hand thumbed at her pencil skirt.

“It's time for your regimen, Frankie~” she cooed with that erotic tone of hers, “Let's test your stamina~”

“Gulp! R-right, Atsuko,” he replied as she mounted his hips.

Filling the air with her sultry giggles, Atsuko began grinding her hips against his cock once again. Without his pants in the way, he could feel her panties press against him... and her pussy beneath. Her labia were tone and shapely, but also so damn wet and hot. Aroused with the situation, Atsuko's pussy was so wet, that her southern lips were visible against her black panties!

Her vicious row of teeth bit down into her bottom lips, stifling the myriad of excited moans and groans that threatened to leave her. Keeping her yellow eyes locked on Franklin's face, Atsuko reached down between their legs to grab his cock. Squeezing it by the base, she drew a grunt from his lips, before she pressed the head of his member against her mound.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Ah, yes, that's it. She nudged her panties out of the way juuuuuust enough so that her pussy could be exposed. So wet. So hot. So hungry! Ah, and her meal was right here!

Sliiiiddeee! Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuussssshhhh!

“Nnnngggghh~~~!”

“Hnmph!”

Yes! Yes yes yes! Oooh yes! That's it!

Franklin's cock speared her folds, separating them, and pushing deeeeep inside!

Atsuko's grin grew wider as her head tipped upwards, groaning as his cock slid into her snatch. The throbbing, the twitching, the heat; it all pulsed within her, drawing out her pleasure for as long as it could. Her cunt too suckled him down to the hilt, rumbling upon him, stroking him, giving him just as much pleasure as he gave her.

For several moments they sat there, indulging in this feeling. But then – in another showing of his bravado – Franklin reached up. One hand fell on Atsuko's hip and thigh, while the other hand stroked up her toned abs before coming up to the bottom of her tits. Gently he cupped her bosom, holding and squeezing it, while the sharkess pushed out her chest more.

“Here. Keep going~” she whispered, “Ufufufufu~”

Franklin explored Atsuko's body, groping her tits and kneading her hip as she did so. His fingers sank into her firm and shapely breasts, squeezing them through the cracks of his fingers. Her once inverted nipples had emerged from within, and were now grinding against his palm as he rolled her tit around and around in circles.

His other hand then cupped around to her butt, where he gave her a tight squeeeeezzeee there as well. Bucking forward, Atsuko gave out a sonorous moan, while her pussy clenched around his dick even tighter. Franklin grasped her body like he grasped a basketball; tight, firm, and refusing to let go.

Finally, he drew back his hips. His cock ground against the various ridges and folds deep in her cunt, sliding upon them. His dick traveled aaaallll the way to the tip, which sat nuzzled just a little bit in her snatch... then he grabbed her tight, and--

THAP!

“GUH!”

“Nngggh!”

Yeah! That's it! One thrust! One solid thrust, and his cock kissed all the way up to her womb! Pleasure raced straight to Atsuko's mind as she gave a sharp cry from her lips. But Franklin wasn't done yet. His hips ready and his cock steeled up, the young man drew back and--

THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP! THAP!

“AH~! YESS~! NNGGGH~ MORE OF THAT! AAAH-HAAA~!”

In such a short amount of time, he had become a sexual savant. Maybe being a basketball player made him a faster learner.

Franklin's hips thrusted back and forth, slamming his cock in and out of her cunt at a rhythmic and powerful pace. Each thrust was strong enough to lift the sharkess up, who then fell back down upon him. Her tits bounced up and down sensually, glistening in the light of his room. And her firm ass? It clapped against his waist, quaking from strike after strike.

Fuck, this felt good. Soooo fucking good. Atsuko was melting under the pleasure. But no! She wouldn't be defeated, not so soon. This was for his pleasure! She had a competition she needed to win, and cumming first would only lead to her defeat! And she refused to be defeated!

Maybe she was taking this a bit too seriously...

Placing her hands down beside Franklin's head, Atsuko pinned him beneath her voluptuous and athletic body, whilst pushing her ass out. Her tits hanging above his head, the sharkess gripped the bed sheets tight, and--

THAP THAP THAP THAP THAP THAP THAP!!!

Her hips blurred, pounding her pussy down on his cock at a quick and powerful pace. The bed shook beneath them as her chest continued bouncing, and her ass clapped. Now more than ever, her cunt milked off his dick, wrapping around him like a leather glove. Every inch, every ridge, every fold, he felt it squeeze around his member. The head and glands were tweaked most of all, drawing moans from his lips.

The longer this went on, the more he felt his balls begin to churn and pump. Pleasure raced straight to his loins, ready to unleash it all inside of her. Biting into his bottom lip, he reached both hands around to Atsuko's waist, where he gripped her tight. His fingers sank into her firm ass as he squeezed her as hard as he could, while his hips once again redoubled its thrusting.

Atsuko bounced up and down, while matching his thrusts with her own pounding hips. Together as they moaned and groaned, breathing in the same hot and sweaty air, they built themselves up to the absolute zenith of pleasure. Franklin felt not only his own orgasm approaching, but hers as well, for the sharkess' cunt was twitching and throbbing with furious need.

Just. A little. More. And...

“AA-HAAAAAH-HAAAAAA~~!”

SQUIIIIIIRRRRRRRTTT!

Followed by a...

“Nnnggh!”

SPLORT! SPLURRT! GLORRP!

The two locked up, their bodies intertwined in this erotic portrait. Franklin's face was tense and his teeth were clenched as he blasted the full contents of his balls into Atsuko's awaiting cunt. His seed – thick and virile – filled out every inch of the sharkess' pussy and womb, leaving nothing spared. Not to be outdone, she matched his climax with one of her own. The erotic squirting juices of her folds gushed over his pelvis, staining him with her fluids which left both their thighs glistening.

And when it was all over...

“Haa! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hahh!”

“Oh...! Hooooh...! Nngggh! Oooh...!”

The two sat there, panting for breath like they'd run a marathon. How could sex be so stimulating, yet so short? She used to run pacer tests in her youth, where she had to go on for longer periods of times whilst keeping up her stamina. And yet this was somehow capable of draining her?

Then again, Franklin was an athlete himself, and a dedicated one at that. She should have known he could keep up pace with her.

For several moments they panted and breathed, while Franklin laid his head back into his pillow. Still gasping for breath, he felt Atsuko wiggle her hips... then pulled off of his cock.

“Nngghh~!”

Shlup!

The lewd sound echoed out in the hospital room, with the sharkess' cunt oozing with his seed. She felt so hot. She felt so... full.

“Nggh... aaaah~” Atsuko moaned as she brushed her hand through her hair, a grin adorning her lips, “Ufufufu... you were amazing, Frankie~”

“Aaah...! Ohh... man...” he mumbled back whilst gazing up at her, “Atsuko...”

The sharkess didn't answer him, at least, not verbally. Instead she leaned over and pursed her lips, where she placed a kiss upon his lips. For several moments they held their lip lock, before the sharkess pulled back with an audible--

Chu~

She then looked at Franklin, her yellow eyes glazed over with desire and passion, before a smile appeared on her lips.

“I think that performance was an A+. Perfect marks across the board,” Atsuko said as she slid off of his bed, “And... ufufu... you did an amazing job giving me 'company'.”

“Nngh... Atsuko,” he muttered as he leaned up, only for the sharkess to gently lay him back on his bed.

“Don't move too much, Franklin,” she whispered in a reassuring manner, “Just sleep tight. Get back aaaaalllll of that energy for tomorrow. And...” she closed her eyes and leaned forward, her lips pursed once again, “Dream only of me~”

Chu~!

Heh. Beat that, Carlotta...

…

“Hah! Haah! Aah! Haaah! Hah! Haah!”

“Snehehehehe! Hee-hee! Keep going, Frankie! Keep going!”

It was the next day, and just a little past noon. The clear sun was up in the sky, one could hear the sound of cars in the distance, and the air was crisp! It was the perfect day for a trip out to the city, or – in Franklin's case – a brisk jog through the hospital's courtyard.

Well, it started as a brisk jog through the hospital's courtyard. It became a laborious footrace soon after!

Franklin was used to running. If you couldn't run fast and run for long periods of times, then you weren't fit to be a basketball player! But there's a difference between running when he was at his physical peak, and running after a month or so of having a broken leg!

But he was managing it.

Back and forth, Franklin's legs alternated, running to keep up pace with the athletic mouse in front of him. Carlotta looked over her shoulder towards her patient, this grin on her lips as she chuckled at him. Was she enjoying herself? Of course she was! He looked so cute trying to catch up with her! How could she not enjoy herself?

They were both wearing their gym wear as they performed a few circuits through the courtyard. The area was spacious, with a concrete walkway that ran through it from one end to the other. Various trees and shrubbery were placed around in a symmetrical pattern as well, with benches flanking the sides for people to sit. This location was typically used for patients and doctors alike to enjoy some fresh air, but it was rather empty today. No problem for them, as it made the perfect track for their workout!

Honestly, Franklin didn't know how Carlotta handled herself so well. He knew better than to talk while running, since that caused you to lose air, and keeping steady breaths were important in athletic endeavors. The gym rat didn't care! She was laughing, giggling, and talking constantly, all while staying just out of reach.

Actually... what sport did Carlotta participate in? Was it track? Football? Noooo... she kinda struck him as a baseball kind of girl for some reason. She was probably amazing at throwing things.

“Aahh!?”

“Eeek!? F-Frankie!”

Hm... he should've paid attention to where he was going.

Franklin tripped, and nearly fell face first into the pavement below. But right before he could collapse right on his face, Carlotta spun around and--

Plap!

“Gotcha!”

Caught him.

Right between her tits of course!

Franklin's face laid between her breasts, where he took in a deep, deep breath. Her sweaty scent was like a perfume for him; he could smell it for hours if given the chance. The scent, the odor, the size of her breasts, and how they supported him; he didn't want to pull away.

But he did. Slowly, he worked his head up, where he looked at her face with his cheeks red. He was embarrassed by his fall, not made any better by the wicked grin that sat on Carlotta's face.

“Snehehehehe! Good job, Frankie!” she said as she placed her hands on his shoulders, “C'mon, let's sit down and relax a bit. I think you've earned it!”

“Mm-hm...” he mumbled back.

Under Carlotta's guidance, Franklin was led over towards a nearby bench, where he sat on it. Leaning back, he gave deep breaths to catch himself, while his eyes closed shut. Was he really that tired from a little bit of running? Well, yeah... only that 'little bit' of running he did was actually thirty minutes of it.

Time really flies when you're having fun.

He hadn't realized how much stronger he had become in such a short amount of time at the hospital. Whether it be because of Atsuko and Carlotta's guidance, their training regimen, or the sexual rehabilitation, he had gained quite a lot of stamina and strength. Far more than he realized.

But he wasn't infallible.

Placing his hand on his head, Franklin brushed back his hair and the sweat that had formed on his palm. His eyes then opened, where he looked forward... and saw Carlotta standing in front of him. The athletic mouse was wearing her trademark grin while her tail slithered about like a writhing serpent. Franklin tilted his head in confusion, but before he could say a word...

“Here ya go, Frankie!”

Carlotta pulled in front of him a bottle of water! A cold bottle of water. A bottle of water so cold in fact, one could feel the frost hovering around it. Ah, sweet elixir! Franklin was just about to grab it, when--

Swipe!

“Snehehehehe!”

Carlotta pulled it away like a sadistic torturer.

The young man sat back on the bench, gobsmacked by his nurse's cruelty. She was holding that cold bottle of water between her fingers, and was wiggling it around to further taunt him. All he needed to do was move and grab it, right? But he knew it wouldn't be that easy. Carlotta was playing a game with him, and he had to wait and see what it was.

He didn't have to wait long.

The mouse continued swinging that cold bottle of water in front of him, before standing up straight. Nodding and giggling, she drew the bottle over, and placed it atop her chest. Wasn't it cold? Didn't it feel uncomfortable? Maybe all that fur was keeping her warm.

Slowly, she began nuzzling it against her cleavage… where she started pushing it inside, wedging the bottle between her tits! Franklin's cheeks turned red at the sight, watching as that bottle was pushed all the way down to the midpoint. He could imagine something else being wedged in her breasts... and he was sure that was the point.

“Carlotta...” he muttered, “What are you doing...?”

“Snehehehehe! Isn't it obvious, Frankie?” she replied whilst stepping forward, her hips swaying from side to side, “I'm administering water to my patient! Snehehehehe!”

“Administering water...?” he repeated as his head looked left and right, “B-but, wait, we're out in public! S-someone could see us!”

“Yeah. Someone might~” Carlotta replied, silencing him, “Don't that just make things... better?”

“B... better...?”

Ba-Dump!

Franklin looked down. Why did his heart beat like that? He felt this thrilling sensation race through him, one that was similar to before when they started their sexual rehabilitation. The rushing surge of excitement was intoxicating! No, wait. Just knowing they could be caught in such a situation was damn-near intoxicating!

Carlotta knew this, which is why she was doing this in the first place.

Still grinning, the mouse placed her hands atop her tits, pushing them together. This caused her breasts to squeeze around that bottle of water, causing all the water in it to surge straight to the top. Any more pressure, and he was sure the top of it would pop off like a bullet!

“C'moooooooon~” she cooed, “You don't want the water to get warm, do you? My tits'll heat this up in a heartbeat! Snehehehehe!” Pla-Plap! “Yeah! That's it! Snehehehehe!”

Franklin didn't need any further goading. Driven by his young male lusts, he placed his hands to the sides of her breasts, helping squeeze them together even more. Standing up to his feet before the mouse and her chest, he locked his eyes on the top of her bottle, before giving one more cursory gaze to their surroundings. The courtyard was still empty, though the windows of the hospital were all around them. He could only pray no one was gazing through them... because nothing was going to stop him from--

“Nmph!”

Plap!

“Snehehehehe!”

Diving his head between her breasts!

Franklin groaned around Carlotta. To the sides of his head he had her breasts. Beneath him, there was that cold bottle. Surrounded in the darkness of her cleavage, the young man opened his mouth, and bit hard upon the top of the plastic bottle. A twist here, a twist there, and--

Snap!

The top of the bottle popped off, allowing him to twist and open it. Quickly he pulled away, just to--

“Pitoo!”

Spit the top into the nearest trash receptacle. Hey, his leg may have been injured, but his impeccable aim hadn't taken a hit!

No sooner had the top left his mouth, did his head dive back between Carlotta's breasts. His lips wrapped around the tip of the plastic bottle, where he began sucking upon it. With the gym rat's tits squeezing upon it, the water in the bottle was pushed up and into his mouth, giving him its could touch. And was it him, or was the taste of it somehow amplified?

Yeah, it was definitely just him.

“Nmmmmm!”

“Oh! So greedy, Frankie~! Don't worry. I ain't goin' nowhere~”

Franklin moaned around the bottle as he sucked in its cold contents. At the same time, Carlotta began pushing and nudging him away. He was so absorbed with her tits and the water, that he didn't realize he was being maneuvered over towards some trees and shrubbery in the distance. If the bench was too public, this area was far more secure... yet no less risky.

Making it perfect.

Carlotta leaned up against the tree behind her, her leg lifted to drape slightly on Franklin's hip. His sucking was so intense! He was like a babe to his mother, and he was desperate for what only she could give. The hungry moans he gave helped further this feeling, causing the mouse's ears to ring, and sending a heat racing through her body.

“Nnnghh~ Keep going, Frankie~” she cooed as her hand began rubbing the back of his head, “Aaaahh~”

As if she needed to coax him.

His world was dominated by thoughts of Carlotta, and the bottle of water he drank from. With each squeeze they both gave to her soft and lofty breasts, more water was pushed up through the bottle. Again and again, it flowed into his awaiting mouth, refilling and refueling him following their workout. And before he knew it...

“Aah...”

It was all gone.

A disappointed look sat on Franklin's lips as he looked down upon the now empty bottle of water, and honestly, he didn't know why. Was he sad that he ran out of water, or was he sad that he could no longer nuzzle close to Carlotta's tits? A little bit of both, really.

The mouse however, reached down and grabbed the bottle, where she pulled it out from her tits and tossed it aside into the trash bin. She then drew her hand up to Franklin's chin, and tipped his head up. Her cool blue eyes gazing into his brown ones, he came face to face with the grin she wore on her lips... which slowly came closer.

“Nmph~”

“Nmmm!”

Together, against the tree and in the center of the hospital courtyard, the two's lips met in a kiss. Franklin's hands sat on Carlotta's hips and butt, squeezing her tight as he pressed his lips hard against hers. She matched his hunger as she tilted her head and pushed back, delving her tongue into his maw. For several moments, the two indulged in their frenetic kiss, giving muffled moans that went silent against the stirring winds of the courtyard. But it did not last forever, as the gym rat pulled away with an audible--

“Mmffuaaah~”

Her hands on his shoulders, Carlotta framed his face with her own, gazing into her brown eyes. He gazed back, entranced by her and her wicked grin.

“'Kay then... Let's start your sexual regimen now, Frankie~” she whispered.

There was a brief pause... but only so he could swallow his spit and nod. Carlotta didn't say anything, instead chortling with that trademark laugh of hers. Slithering her tail over towards his pelvis, the mouse began cupping his crotch through his gym pants. Already she could feel the thickness of his length, and the pumping of his balls. Such a virile young man; it was like he was built for breeding.

Oh... just that thought made her shudder with delight. But this time, it wasn't for her pleasure; it was for his.

Moving in, Carlotta pursed her lips and began kissing Franklin upon his cheek. He gripped her, held her close, while his eyes closed and these passionate groans left him. She kept traveling, coming down to his neck as she continued kissing and nibbling upon him. More shudders, more groans, but he remained as still as a statue. Occasionally his eyes would open, just to look at their surroundings, but the mounting pleasure would always steal his thoughts away.

Further and further down Carlotta traveled, eventually squatting before Franklin as her head hovered in front of his crotch. Ooooooh, this hard cock was pressing against his shorts so proudly now. It was impossible to miss this prominent bulge and the thick member extending from it.

Placing her hand on his length, the gym rat traced her fingers along him, teasing his member through his tight pants. Franklin grunted, then shuddered, but said not a word. Even with his pants on, he could feel the touch of her hand on the other end as it stroked up and down his length.

“Aah...! Carlotta...” he whispered, making her ears twitch.

“Snehehehe! You sound so cute, Frankie,” she whispered whilst grinning up at him, “I love that sound~”

Leaning in, she planted a kiss on his cock through his pants with an audible 'Chu!'. It rang in his ears and made him shudder. Another kiss followed soon after, while her hands slid up towards the waistband of his pants. Slipping into them, Carlotta pulled his pants down slowly, not stopping until--

Fwip!

“Eeehn!”

His cock flipped to freedom, flinging precum upon her nose as well. The gym rat recoiled like she'd been swatted at... only for the erotic odor of his clear jizz to soak into her nostrils. Fuuuuuck, it smelled so gooooood~

“Nmmmmmm~~~” Carlotta moaned as her clear blue eyes looked up at him, “Sneheh...! You smell great, Frankie~”

“Aah... you do too,” he replied, taking her aback, “I love the way you smell when you're all hot and sweaty…”

“R-really?” she asked whilst coiling her tail around his cock, “Do you really think that? Or are you just saying that cuz I'm squatting before your hardon?”

As her hands rested on his hips, her tail stroked back and forth with erotic movements. The furless texture of her tail was different from her hands, but no less pleasurable. They traveled up and down his length, sending twitches through his body as the pleasure continued mounting.

But he paced himself, taking deep breaths to stop his cock from accidentally blowing its load all over her face, tail, and tits. Although... fuck... the thought of giving her a glazing was really fucking hot!

M-maybe next time. Assuming there is a 'next time'.

Each stroke and squeeze of her tail caused him to give her a glob of precum, which she caught on her open tongue.

“Aaanhhn~~ Nmm~ So good...” she whispered, before tilting her head, “Heeeey...! Answer the question, Frankie~! Were you lyin' before?”

“N-no!” he answered, “Aaah...! Oh... when you're all sweaty, you smell so hot, Carlotta. I...” he looked to the side, embarrassed as he admitted to this, “I really like it.”

“Heh... heh heh... hah hah hah hahahahaha! Aaahnnn...” she closed her eyes as her head drifted forward, “Thank you for telling me that, Frankie. Chu~”

“Aaah...!”

With a tender kiss, Carlotta caused Franklin to quake again, though he was quick to stiffen up. More and more she kissed him, traveling her lips along the sides and bottom of his dick. Her tongue then slithered out, where she dragged it along his shaft, and guided it along his veins. It was all so fluid, so practiced, so perfect. Carlotta knew how to please a man.

But, no, there was more than that. There was a dedication in the mouse's oral skill. She didn't just lick him, nor did she just kiss him. She also moved her head down and tipped his cock up along her face, where her nose eventually met his balls. And right there – where he was at his sweatiest – she--

Snnnniiiiiiiiiiifffff!

“Aah?”

“Nnnggggghhh~~~!”

Carlotta shuddered.

Fuck. He smelled so fucking good!

Carlotta's eyes nearly rolled back as his hot and musky scent raced to her brain. What started off as one long whiff, became several short ones, and one more long, drawn out--

Ssssnnnnnnnniiiiiiffff!

She's dated rather large lovers before. A wolf. A lion. Even a horse once. All of them being gym bros mind you; she kinda has a thing for fit bodies. But this? This odor right here? This fucking smell? Oooooooooh... fuck! It was beautiful!

A shudder traveled through Carlotta's body as she leaned up, her gaze locked on Franklin's face. Pulling back to the tip of her cock, she gave it one more kiss, right on the head. But instead of retreating fully, she held close to his dick, drawing out her kiss... before pushing herself down upon it. Her lips parted, opening around his member and taking it inside of her maw. Her teeth, her tongue, her gums; all of them traveled over his length as she swallowed him in deep.

“Nmmm~ Sluck! Nmmm~ Slurrrp! Nmmm~ Suck!”

“Aaaah...! Hhh...!”

Carlotta's blowjobs were different from Atsuko's. For one, there was the texture of their mouths. Carlotta was a mouse, meaning she didn't have teeth as sharp as Atsuko's, nor as numerous. There was also the way their tongues felt, with the sharkess' tongue being flatter, and the mouse's being more broad. Even their saliva seemed to be different, with Atsuko's drool being much, much more voluminous, not to mention thicker.

There was also the style of their oral. Dr. Summer's fellatio was strong. Damn strong. She didn't just suck on his cock, she clamped around him, and drew hard with all of those powerful muscles of her maw. There was a thirst behind her, a ravenous to her sucking that made escape impossible. Putting it lightly, she was a shark, and she sucked dick like one! No one could match her hunger!

No one... but Carlotta.

The mouse's oral may not be as intensely hungry as Atsuko's, but damn was it more practiced, more skilled. It was clear that the sharkess wasn't used to sucking dick, while the nurse was a seasoned pro. Her lips rumbled around his length to maximize his pleasure, and her tongue slipped, swirled, and slid all around him. The pressure of her sucking too drew his cock deeper into his maw, and pulled throaty moans from his lips. Franklin's legs even began to quiver, causing him to nearly fall over! But...

Pa-Pat!

Carlotta placed her hands on his hips and butt, squeezing and holding him upright.

As her sucking continued on, muffled and erotic moans left her lips. At the same time, her hands started to brush along his hips and butt, tenderly stroking him. Franklin's mouth split open and remained that way, giving throaty groans and panting moans that filled the air around them.

And then she started pushing. And then she kept pushing. And then she kept puuuuusshhiing.

Franklin's eyes swelled. Carlotta didn't just suck his cock, she swallowed it. He felt his length push deeper past her teeth, over her tongue, and finally, into her throat. Flaunting her superior oral skill, the gym rat deepthroated his member, allowing him to experience the tightness of her esophagus. It squeeeeezzzzeed upon him, molding and wrapping around him much like her pussy did.

How was this possible!? Wasn't it uncomfortable? Wasn't she choking? Not from the sounds of it. She was actually moaning around him as his cock bulged against her throat!

The pleasure Franklin felt was all encompassing, nearly to the point that it numbed him to the soft stirring of the wind, or the ambient noises of the courtyard around them. His gaze was focused on her too, watching as Carlotta sucked passionately on his cock with her eyes closed and lips pursed. The way her cheeks puffed slightly was so cute, and how her lips draaaaagggeedd against his dick was so damn hot! His cock and balls were about to explode!

And Carlotta knew it. She felt his cock throb like crazy within her maw, ready to unleash his thick seed. Oh damn did she want it... but she had other plans for where that load was going.

So...

“Sluurrrrp...! Pop! Snehehehe~”

As precum and spit oozed from Carlotta's mouth, the hoyden rodent stood up before Franklin. His cock bounced up and tall, still as firm as steel, while he watched his nurse stand upright. Leaning back, she rested against the tree behind her and pushed out her chest, while her cool blue eyes were hazy with lust, and this wicked grin sat on her lips.

“Frankie~” she cooed, “I think you're ready, soooooo~”

Without even looking at their surroundings to make sure they were still in the clear, Carlotta turned around and placed her hands on the tree's surface. Bending over, she pushed her hips and butt out, flaunting the plump size and wide shape of her juicy ass. Franklin's eyes swelled, his gaze dominated by the erotic and beautiful sight in front of him. The gym rat's tight shorts did an excellent job of flaunting the curvature and size of her ass, while also squeezing perfectly upon her toned thighs.

But why stop there? This was like the wrapping; the candy was underneath.

In a purposefully slow manner, Carlotta stroked her hands down her hips in a teasing manner. Around and around her hips swayed, dancing more for her lover, while her thumbs slipped under her short's. She then pinched them, and then she slowly began dragging them doooooowwwwwwwwwn.

Ssssssssliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiddddddeeeeeeeeee!

Damn. Why did it feel like life itself had slowed to a crawl?

Inch by inch, Carlotta exposed her wide and curvy ass to Franklin. He had remained locked on her backside throughout all of this, being incapable of looking or even thinking about anything else. He saw the mouse's puckering anus twitching between her glorious mounds, while her pink pussy was glistening with honey and desire.

“Nnggghh~ Frankie~” Carlotta whispered, her voice dripping with lust and need, “Give it to me, Frankie. I just... can't take it anymore. Show me how much of a stud you are~”

“Ah...!”

Why? Why did hearing her call him a 'stud' activate something so primal within him? Was she trying to push his buttons?

Well... duh...

Franklin moved in, standing behind Carlotta with his cock perfectly lined up with the crevice of her ass cheeks. Even without touching himself, his member throbbed with need and desire, and radiated more heat than a volcano! And that hot, steeled-up cock of his was moving in closer and closer!

Grab!

“Naaaaahhh~~~!”

With a firm grip, Franklin grabbed a hold of Carlotta's ass. It was so much softer than Atsuko's firmer butt, allowing his fingers to sink and sink and ssssiiiiinnk! He squeezed her ass, groped her ass, rolled her butt around in circles, before bringing his palm down to the bottom and giving it a pat.

“Oh~! Snehehehe! Frankie!” she playfully giggled as her ass quaked.

With one hand groping and exploring her ass, his other hand grabbed his cock by the base. Bringing his length forward, he pressed the head of it up against her sweltering slit, turning those giggles into long moans. The doming head of his cock ground up against her folds, smearing about her pussy juices, and mixing it with his precum. The heat from her cunt was just as great as the heat of his cock, and they combined to draw him in! There was nothing left to do but--

Puuuuuuuuussssh!

“Nnggh ~~! Aaah~~! Fuck yeah~! That's fucking it, Frankie~! Guhhn~!”

He took it slow. He took it damn slow. His cock widened out her snatch, spreading her apart, and forcing her cunt to wrap around him. Inch by inch, deeper and deeper, he pushed his way into the awaiting pussy of the gym rat before her, not stopping until--

Plat!

There was nowhere left to go.

Carlotta's mouth hung open as she felt Franklin's thick member take her. The spreading, the penetrating, how deep it plunged; it made her feel so full! And its size! It didn't just penetrate her, she felt his member grind against her tight and toned vaginal walls. Fuuuuuuck! Why was he so damn perfect!?

For several seconds, Franklin sat there, indulging in the feeling of Carlotta's cunt wrapped around his member. What the hell was he doing? Was he taunting her? Teasing her? What a fucking dick! All this sex had truly gone straight to his head! But before she could rise up and chastise him for such a thing...

Pat!

“Myaaaahah~!?”

He thrusted inside of her, shooting his cock deep to the core. The impact of his hips against hers, sent a rumbling quake throughout her fat ass which traveled up her back and to her short hair. Arching upwards, Carlotta's mouth split open and she gave a sharp cry of ecstasy, one that rumbled through the air.

But Franklin didn't stop there. Placing both hands upon the mouse's hips and ass, he drew his cock back, and--

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

She was so damn wet, that her pussy was already ready for his strong and rhythmic thrusts. They pounded into her pussy, making her body roll and roll and roll to the point that they traveled not just through her ass and to her hair, but up to her tits as well. The sports bra she wore was meant to contain her bust, and they did an amazing job at it. But with how hard Franklin was thrusting, she felt her bra start to slip.

More... more... More!

“Nnggh~~~! Haaah~! Nhyaaah~! Fuck...! That's it, Frankie! That's fucking it~!” Carlotta cried as she felt her tits smack up against her chin, “Keep going! Just like that! Just like that! One! Two! One! Two! One! Two! One! Two!”

Yes! That's it! 'One! Two!' indeed! When Franklin drew back, that was the 'One'! And when he thrusted in, that was the 'Two!' Again and again and again!

This wasn't sex. This was a fucking work out! Franklin's body was glistening with sweat, not just from their earlier jog, but from their current fucking. Even for such a young man, his toned body was on full display as he rutted the mouse to the point that her body was quivering and quaking! And her tits! Her tits! If they were bouncing before, they were downright jumping now!

Jumping! Jumping! Jumping! Fucking jumping! Jumping some more! Until--

Slliiiiip! Plap! Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap!

“Wh-what?”

One, two, three thrusts too many, and Franklin managed it. Carlotta's tits were knocked free from her sports bra, emerging from within. Back and forth, her buxom breasts bounced, swaying with enough force to lift up and smack her chin! Fuck! Why did that feel so good?

Carlotta's claws dragged along the surface of the tree in front of her, taking his cock again and again and again. She could feel it, fuuuuck could she feel it! The tensing in her cunt, the twisting of her folds, the building towards that mounting crescendo! She felt all of it! And not just her own, but his as well! His cock tightened further within her pussy, and his balls drew up close! On the most finite of finite levels, she could feel his cock sputter, ready to unleash every inch of seed within her! There was nothing left for Carlotta to do but to take it!

“GUH!”

“NNNGGGGHH~~~!!!”

And she took it. She took all of it!

SQUUUUUUUURRRRRRRTTT!

SPLORT! SPLURT! SPLURRRRRRT!

She came first. Holy shit. Franklin made her cum first! Sure, they climaxed at relatively the same time, but that didn't change the fact that – even in her lust-addled mind – she felt her climax come before his!

And his was so damn overwhelming!

As her pussy squirted her juices all over his cock and balls, his seed filled up every inch of her awaiting slit. Spunk filled out her cunt, rushing from her womb all the way down to her toned labial lips, where cum shot out with a near explosive force. A loud, whorish moan left Carlotta's lips as she felt her pussy being claimed by his dick, but Franklin wasn't done there.

Maybe it was on purpose. Maybe he just thought it would be hot to do. Or maybe this was some primal way of marking her. Regardless, Franklin pulled back, drawing his cock out of her pussy, and aiming it at her ass. As the final bits of his orgasm washed over him, he shot his seed over her curvy ass, spreading lines of pearly-white cum along her gray-furred butt.

Carlotta felt it soak into her body. So hot. So thick. So damn virile. All the while, her own pussy juices mixed with his cum, to both slide down her thighs and fall on the ground. Somehow, her legs remained strong enough to keep her standing upright, with her hips swaying to and fro. But that was only so she could further flaunt her body before Franklin.

The same could not be said for him.

“Haah! Haah! Ahaah! Oh... oh man...”

Thud!

Falling back, Franklin collapsed on his butt, his cock pointing to the air as he panted for breath. Going from running to sexual rehabilitation in such a short amount of time was not the smartest thing he could have done! It left his body damn near drained, with him sitting on the ground while gasping for breath. After several moments of mindless panting, he opened his eyes, where he came face to face with Carlotta's ass.

His cum – thick and virile – oozed out of her spent pussy, while her tail swiveled in the air; left to right. If he stared at this any more, his cock would never grow soft.

Carlotta then turned around, where she placed her back to the tree once again. Her tits exposed to him and her legs spread to flaunt her slit, the gym rat wore this grin on her lips, one equal parts proud and erotic.

“Haaah...! Sneheheheeee...! You did wonderful, Frankie,” she whispered before crouching down next to him, “Nnnggh... fuck... my pussy's still trembling~”

“Carlotta, I--”

“Shhhhhhh!” she said whilst pushing her finger up to his lips, “Snehehehe! Don't say a word, 'kay? Just...” and then her face started moving in, “Enjoy yourself. Nmmphh~”

“Nmmmm...”

Snehehehe! Beat that, Atsuko!

…

Ugh! What is going on!?

Sex... was fucking phenomenal. Intertwining his body with the likes of Carlotta and Atsuko was a pleasure so great, it was damn-near indescribable! When they were moving with one another, kissing, licking, sucking, thrusting, and cumming, it was one of the most amazing feelings in all the world! The only thing that could compare for him was a heated game of 1-on-1 basketball! It was just as exhausting too!

But there was a problem with sex, and that it was too fucking good! It was so good in fact, that it was all his mind was beginning to think about! He could perfectly imagine the feeling of Atsuko's amazonian body, or the touch of Carlotta's shortstack figure. He could perfectly imagine the way their mouths wrap around his cock, and the differing oral techniques they used. He could perfectly imagine how their pussies wrap around his member, milking it off with such hunger and desire. And of course, he could perfectly imagine how amazing life felt when they came.

Perhaps most men his age wouldn't think too much about it. Why bother? Two beautiful and fantastic women longed for him, and he wasn't even in college yet! He should be overjoyed! Buuuuuuut, Franklin wasn't that type of man! He wanted to be better than that. But it's difficult to be 'better' when he can't control his own desires.

Damn... no wonder people go to rehabilitation centers for sexual addictions. It's totally a real thing!

Through the halls of the physical therapy ward, Franklin walked towards the hospital's pool. This morning had been rather odd. Carlotta wasn't the one who came to collect him from his room, with that role instead being fulfilled by Atsuko. The sharkess walked in shortly after he had breakfast, telling him that they were going to perform today's workout in the pools. She then promptly left without another word, which was even stranger.

Call him crazy, but he kinda thought they'd fuck right then and there. Oops, sorry. Not fuck, but instead perform 'sexual rehabilitation'. Yeah, that.

But, no, that's not what happened. Atsuko just left, leaving Franklin alone to shower off, dress himself up in his swimming trunks, and then head off towards the pool. He was confused, even a bit apprehensive. Was something wrong with Atsuko? And where was Carlotta? Was she just not working today? He really wished they'd tell him their schedule so he wouldn't be left confused.

Ah... too late for that. He was already confused. Why were Carlotta and Atsuko pursuing him so aggressively? He's no idiot; he knew something was going on between the two of them, with him in the center of it. Which meant only one thing; they both knew what was going on.

But, ah, there goes that plausible deniability again! He could just lie to himself and say that, technically, neither side had said anything to him, so there was a chance that they were still unaware of them all having sex with one another.

Yeah fucking right!

All these thoughts were stressing Franklin out! Something was going to come to a head, and it was soon, he was sure. He'd be discharged from the hospital before long, which meant his life here would be coming to an end. What did that mean for his future? What did that mean for his relationships for the both of them?

Before Franklin could think about this for much longer, he came to the door to the gym pool. Pushing it open and entering inside, he expected to see either Atsuko, Carlotta, or the both of them. Instead, he saw no one.

“What...?” he mumbled as he walked forward, “Atsuko? Carlotta? Are you here?” Thunk! “Hm?”

Franklin turned, facing the long pool in the room. He just heard something break through the waves, didn't he? But when he looked at the water, he saw nothing. That was odd. There had to be someone down there, right?

Thunk!

Oh... duh...

Franklin's gaze cut up towards the side of the pool. Emerging from beneath its surface was the fin of a shark. It cut through the water with a natural ease, coming closer and closer. Any sane human would be alerted to see the fin of a shark approaching them. Franklin felt excitement.

Splash!

The water erupted at the edge of the pool, flying high enough to nearly blind him. Stepping back, he watched as hands gripped the handle bars that led into the pool, as a certain someone pulled herself up. Glowing like a goddess of black and red, Atsuko rose up from the pool, wearing the same swimsuit she wore previously. Water streaked down her body, highlighting her curves as the light bounced off her body. Her ebony scales shimmered with this dark luster to them, and her crimson hair captured all the radiance of the setting sun. And her yellow eyes? Oh, they were piercing as she looked down upon him.

“Franklin,” she said as her hand stroked through her hair, pushing it back, “You're here.”

“Ah... Atsuko,” he whispered back, “You... heh...! You've already prepared.”

She didn't answer, instead smiling at him as she shook her head,

“C'mon, Frankie~” she called as her hand curled inward towards herself, “Let's start your rehabilitation~”

Wearing an alluring smile that could attract gazes like a magnet attracts metal, Atsuko beckoned Franklin to follow her into the pool. Once again, following a shark into a body of water has to be one of the dumbest things a person could do! But he did it anyway.

Approaching Atsuko, he reached out for her, and she reached back. Her hand grabbed his hand, clinching and pulling him gently into the waters of the pool. It rose to his hips as he walked deeper into the waters, while his gaze remained locked on the sharkess' beautiful face. Keeping her grip on his wrists, she guided him inside deeper, pulling him in until they were standing before one another.

A rush of thoughts raced through Franklin's mind at that moment. Before they started their workout – sexual or otherwise – he wanted to just ask her if Carlotta knew what was going on. It was wrong – and stupid – of him to draw things out longer than need be. A bomb was going to go off, and he wanted to mitigate its destruction as much as he could!

But...

Like, seriously, how was he supposed to say 'no' to Atsuko of all people when she was looking at him with such hunger in her eyes? Maybe if he was older and had stronger mental resilience, he could have just put his foot down and spoke to her like an adult. Unfortunately, the sharkess' touch was already enough to make him melt.

Atsuko's hand traveled up Franklin's side and chest, eventually coming to his face. Gently she clutched his cheek, her palm rubbing against him, and her thumb stroking softly upon his lips and chin. Franklin blushed momentarily, his eyes looking to the side... before he pursed his lips. Leaning in, he planted soft kiss after soft kiss upon the sharkess' finger, causing her alluring face to shift into surprise.

So tender. So passionate. So romantic.

“Oh... Frankie~”

Incised by his romantic gesture, the sharkess slid her hands to his shoulders, clutching and drawing him close. She then moved in, pressing their lips together in a kiss. In the center of the pool with the various medical instruments clicking and beeping, Atsuko and Franklin shared a heated kiss. It was slow, fervent, yet no less romantic as their tongues dragged and ground against one another. Even with the water flowing around his waist, he was only focused on the kiss he shared with the sharkess.

Maybe if he closed his eyes, and thought about it juuuuuuuuust hard enough, he could imagine they were instead on some beach somewhere, kissing among the waves of the ocean like a pair of lovers. But eventually, Atsuko pulled back so that the two of them could breathe, and he was returned to the reality of the medical center he stood in.

“Aah... wonderful,” she whispered whilst smiling down upon him, “Okay, Frankie, we are going to test your hip strength today. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut, it will be a bit different from usual.”

“Wh... what?” he muttered as he titled his head, “What do you mean by that...?”

Instead of answering verbally, Atsuko placed her hands on his shoulders, giving him a firm push. Forced up against the edge of the tub behind him, there was a small ledge within the pool allowing someone to sit upon it. Sitting Franklin on the edge, the sharkess smiled down upon him with this wicked grin... and then dove underwater.

Splash!

“Wh-what?”

Atsuko is a shark. No, seriously, that's important to state. Atsuko is a shark! That means she can do what sharks do, such as...

Breathe underwater.

Without issue, the sharkess knelt before Franklin's pelvis, hidden completely by the waters of the pool. He looked down, where he came face to face with the distorted face of his doctor. She was smiling at him, and her red hair was fanning around her head like she was... well... underwater!

With expert control, she hovered above Franklin's crotch, where her hand drifted forward. Placed upon his pelvis, she rubbed his crotch through his pants, causing blood to pump straight into his dick. Before he knew it, his member was thumping to life – thicker and thicker – becoming that throbbing pole of vitality and pleasure she knew it as. Oh, if she wasn't already underwater, she'd be drooling!

Scratch that, she was drooling! It just got mixed with all the pool water.

Licking her lips in a lustful showing of hunger, Atsuko gripped Franklin's swimming trunks, and began pulling them down. His eyes swelled with shock, watching as – for the second time in a week – his cock bounced to freedom, exposed for anyone to see him! Maybe you could argue it was better hidden thanks to the waters of the pool, but it didn't feel like it! He felt just as exposed as he did in the courtyard with Carlotta!

The waters of the pool pushed down upon his member, which stood prominently against it. Such a unique sensation. It wasn't like sitting in a bathtub or something like that; this was heavier than that. It left Franklin feeling odd, that is, until Atsuko's hand drifted over.

She was a shark, a being who was born in the water, and mastered swimming in it via her past as an athlete. Controlling her body beneath waves as tepid as this, was as easy as walking. She hovered perfectly above Franklin's cock, one hand resting on her chin, while her other hand wrapped around his member. Gripping him tight, she caused him to lock up before she began jerking her hand back and forth at a quick yet firm place.

“Nnggghh! Haaah...! A-Atsuko!” he groaned, his hips jerking up and his toes curling.

The grip of the sharkess was perfect, squeezing him with a tightness that caused pleasure to race up and down his body. He was used to the feeling of Atsuko (and Carlotta's) hand against his cock, but the pleasure never grew old. Hell, the constant flip-flopping between them helped keep things from growing stale!

Damn... what does that make him sound like thinking like that? Assuming of course he could think much considering the pleasure racing through him, and the locations he was at.

Moans and groans left his lips as he thrusted his cock up through Atsuko's hand. He felt the inside of her thumb and index finger grind against the glands of his cock, building his pleasure and causing his balls to grow tight. Things were only getting started however.

Lilililililick!

“Gnnh!?”

Down below the waters, Atsuko's tongue lashed at the tip of Franklin's cock. She struck him – left and right – triggering groans and twitches throughout his body. He nearly doubled over, but then she pushed her mouth down around his cock fully, taking him into her maw. His eyes swelled as he was once again brought into the warm, wet, and possessive grip of her clamping jaw. Head bobbing up and down as a smile appeared on her lips, she sucked him off with the intense pressure that only a shark could give. There was no hesitation to her foreplay, no slow ramping up; nope! She just started sucking his dick!

He couldn't hear her muffled moans, but he could feel them. The sound of her voice reverberated through his length and raced up to his brain, causing him to gasp and groan with need. His back leaned against the edge of the pool behind him, while his hand moved forward and sat on her head. Pushing his fingers through her red hair, he dug his fingers into her scalp, increasing his grip forward.

And Atsuko didn't flinch.

Even as he grabbed her head, she continued sucking his cock off at a passionate pace. Suckles, slurps, moans; it all went silent as she was underwater, but were felt nonetheless. Franklin – his teeth gritted – hunkered down against the pool's edge, drawing his hips back as he did so. What did Atsuko tell him before? That they were going to test his hip strength? Welp... she asked for it!

It's not like they don't test his hip strength a lot these days.

Plap! Splash!

“Nmmmph~!?”

Atsuko's eyes grew wide. With one thrust, Frankly rammed his cock up through her mouth and into her throat, stuffing her. It was sudden, but in that moment, the sharkess was completely blocked by his cock. His length didn't just push past her teeth, it pushed into her throat!

Atsuko wasn't as skilled in oral as Carlotta. She was however, a ravenous shark, meaning she was still capable of accommodating such a girthy member. It throbbed, and pulsed, and twitched within her throat, which wrapped around his length. Ooooh, the pleasure of her maw was unmatched!

Well... aside from a certain you-know-who.

Plop! Slusshh!

Franklin pulled back, drawing his cock out of the sharkess' throat and mouth. His dick – oozing with spit – was once again exposed to the pool water, while Atsuko's gills breathed for air. In and out she remained underwater, her eyes locked on his cock. He didn't just thrust his cock into her mouth, he penetrated her throat!

And it was exhilarating!

Atsuko felt her body shudder as she was overpowered like that. For the briefest of moments, all she tasted was his cock, and nothing else. She couldn't even breathe! All she could focus on was his cock, and his cock alone.

Oh goodness. That just clicked something in her head. Moving close, she placed her hands on his hips and lowered her head, where she planted a kiss on the head of his dick... and then parted her lips around him again. This time, Atsuko didn't need Franklin to thrust into her cock. This time...

Gulp!

“OH!?”

She did it all on her own.

Eyes closed shut, the sharkess pushed his member into his throat, where she squeezed upon him. He felt every inch of her tight esophagus wrap around his member, rumbling like she was swallowing a tasty morsel of food. Drool hanging from his lips, Franklin placed both of his hands down on Atsuko's head in response, while he felt his doctor hold close and deepthroat his member. And just like before – in this moment – all she could think about was his cock.

So why did he pull back? Why did Franklin retreat? And why were both of his hands gripping her head so tight?

Oh... oh right! Because he was about to test his hip strength!

Plap! Splash! Plap! Splash! Plap! Splash! Plap! Splash! Plap! Splash! Plap! Splash!

Again and again and again, Franklin thrusted his dick upwards into Atsuko's awaiting mouth! His dick scraped along her rows of teeth, glided along her tongue, and penetrated her throat without hesitation. He was fucking her mouth!

Treating her throat like her pussy, Franklin constantly penetrated her again and again and again. His thrusting was wild and frantic, as if desperate to bring himself to that much needed orgasm. The thrusting, the heat, the swaying of the waters around him, all caused his cock to tense further, and made his balls tighten. Like a pair of cum factories, they churned with seed and spunk, coming desperately close to exploding right on the spot!

But he held himself back, enjoying this feeling for as long as he possibly could. Fuck it was amazing, but damn did he need it! Just a little more! Just a little more!

Just! A little! More! Aaaaannnnnnddddd...!

“Guh!”

SPLOOOORRRRTTT!!!

“NNNNMMMPPHH~~~!”

In Atsuko's mouth and throat, Franklin unleashed a torrent of white-hot, spicy, virile seed. It flooded in her maw, staining her rows upon rows of teeth, drenching her tongue, and downright drowning her throat. If her mind was already dominated by his cock when she deepthroated him, then she was downright slavish when his seed pumped through her maw.

And 'pumped' was the perfect word for it. She felt his cock undulate, pulsating from the hilt, through the shaft, and to the tip before detonating another thick wad of cum in her maw. All as his balls drew close, and all as she sat underwater, completely invisible to the naked eye.

Franklin's mind ebbed and flowed as all the stress of his life faded for a few moments. All he thought about was the pleasure as his cock erupted in the mouth of the sharkess between his legs, before that eventually petered out.

He sat there, his body somewhat drained following his explosive orgasm. Before him, the shadow of Atsuko's body emerged, followed by a sudden 'SPLASH!' as she flung her head upwards through the surface of the pool. Water was tossed about as the goddess of a sharkess revealed herself, her body glowing in the light of the hospital around her. Dragging her hands along her head, she drew her hair back, while this elated smile adorned her lips.

Franklin looked up at her, where Atsuko looked back. And after several moments...

“Aaaawwwwww~”

She opened her mouth, revealing the full contents of her bounty. His cum oozed in her mouth, being so sticky, virile, and voluminous. But before any of that cum could slip from her lips.

Snap!

Atsuko clamped her jaws shut. And soon after that...

“Gulp!”

She drank it down in one hard swallow.

“Amazing, Frankie,” she whispered as she tossed some more hair over her shoulder, her yellow eyes locked on his face, “I see your hip strength is just as powerful as expected. Now then, why don't I get you a bottle of water? We're going to start Round Two soon after. And Round Three will follow after that. And maybe if you do well with those... ufufufu... well, I don't see why we can't have a Round Four~”

“R-round four?”

Atsuko didn't say another word, instead laughing as she turned to exit the pool, leaving Franklin alone. And all he could do was sink down into the waters of the pool, bringing it up to his chin... and then past his chin to just the bottom of his nose.

Screw breaking his leg: at this rate, Atsuko and Carlotta were going to break his body!

…

Ah! Man! This is too much!

They knew. There's no way they didn't know. They had to know! That was the only explanation for why their 'sexual rehabilitation' went from a one to a fifteen! No! Even saying it was just 'fifteen' was too small a number! It had to be, like, a twenty, maybe a thirty!

Putting it lightly, this was too much!

Resting atop his bed, Franklin stared up to the ceiling, his chest heaving. Atsuko just got done putting him through his paces in the pool room. From the blowjob, to doggystyle over the pool's edge, to cowgirl with him sitting on the ledge, and even missionary with her resting under the waves of the water!

And, no, their 'rounds' did not stop at four. If he went by the number of times he climaxed, then they went up to Round Seven.

No wonder his body was slightly sunken. Atsuko wasn't a shark! She was a fucking succubus!

But it was over now. He wasn't in the pool room, nor was he in some other gym room in the hospital. He'd 'worked out', and then he had dinner (like a zombie, mind you), and then he returned to his room. He was so tired, he couldn't even take a shower!

So he just laid there, smelling of chlorine and sex, while he groaned in exhausting pain.

“This is too much,” he muttered a loud, “They're gonna kill me...”

Grabbing his pillow, he pulled it over and placed it over his head, where he loudly groaned into it. His mind was in flux, struggling to figure out what was going on between him and his doctors. With how aggressively they were pursuing him, he surmised that this was some game of possession over him. Like they were competing to see who could stake their claim first. At least, that's what he assumed. Otherwise, they just became incredibly horny out of nowhere!

Well... Carlotta was already incredibly horny out of nowhere. The same couldn't be said for Atsuko.

Still, this was far greater than usual. It left him feeling flummoxed, wondering what he could do, or what he should do. Should he confront them? Should he wait for them to confront him? Or should he just ignore it and hope it all blows over? No, those last two were too childish. He was just as much a part of this as they were; he couldn't just lay here and do nothing! If he wanted to come to some sort of understanding with them, he needed to put on his big boy pants, and just fucking do it!

“Okay!” he shouted as he moved aside his pillow and launched upright, “I'll just get up and--” Plap! “Wha...?”

Breasts. He launched his head straight up into a soft pair of breasts.

Franklin's eyes rolled and his head grew briefly dazed as he smacked against the big and familiar breasts of a certain mouse. Slowly he pulled up, looking away from her cleavage to gaze towards her grinning face.

It was Carlotta, and she was wearing her nursing uniform... although, the first few buttons were undone so that her cleavage was exposed. Oh no, not again!

“C-Carlotta!” said Franklin, while the grinning gym rat climbed atop his bed, mounting him and straddling his hips, “Ah...!”

“Good evening, Frankie!” she said with this bright, sing-songy voice, “Did you miss me all day? I was super busy with my college classes, so I'm sorry I couldn't give you the TLC you obviously need. Leaving you alone with Atsuko...” she looked to the side, where her face grew uncharacteristically antagonistic, “I bet she did all sorts of things with you...”

Franklin pulled back, alerted by how vitriolic Carlotta was. He expected such aggression from Atsuko, not the playful and mischievous mouse! It did not last long before she looked back at him with that grin on her lips, but her face spoke a thousand words.

This wasn't just a game for her. This was something she could not lose! Whatever that 'something' was anyway.

“Carlotta...?” he whispered.

“Hm? Yes?” she replied whilst leaning in, her grin shifting into something more alluring, “What's wrong, Frankie? Are you tired? Oooh... you look drained. Here...” dropping her hands to the buttons on her uniform, she began unbuttoning them to expose more of her chest, “Here. I'll let you rest your little head on my tits for as looooonnnngg as you please!”

Grab!

“Oh man!” Plap! “Nmph!”

The great size, the curvy shape, the gentle fur, the lovely softness, even the shell of her bra and the enthralling heat, all surrounded Franklin, and quickly dominated his mind. While he was a bit abrasive at first, he quickly melted against her chest, laying his head upon her. He even pulled up his arms and hugged her, deepening his head into her cleavage.

He wanted to just lay like this. To rest his head upon her breasts, and ignore all the thoughts that had been troubling him. But... no! He couldn't! That was only delaying the inevitable! A head-on collision was approaching faster and faster with each moment, and he needed to avoid it! So as much as he wanted to lay his head in her tits and enjoy some of that TLC she promised him...

“No... gghh! N-no!” he muttered as he pulled his head from her breasts, stunning her, “Carlotta!”

“Huh? What's wrong, Franklin?” she asked, her face of genuine concern, “Did something happen? Are you hurt...?” she then growled, “Did Atsuko do this to you?”

“C-Carlotta!” he shouted back, making her jump, “Do you hear yourself! You respect Atsuko, and yet you sound so angry! Carlotta...” reaching up, he placed his hand on her cheek, clutching her, “What's going on between you and Dr. Summers? What's going on between all of us?”

“Frankie...”

Eeeeaarrrk!

The door suddenly opened. Eyes wide and faces pale, Franklin and Carlotta turned to face the door, with the mouse struggling to climb off his body and button up her shirt. But then she stopped as she realized who it was that entered the room.

“Atsuko...?”

“Good evening, Miss Valentine and Mister Buchanan,” said the sharkess as she walked in closer, dressed in her lab coat... and carrying a clipboard, “I am not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Tch... no,” Carlotta answered as she crossed her arms, this noticeable hint of venom in her voice, “What are you doing here? Came to check up on Frankie?” she tilted her head, “And what's with that clipboard? You need him to sign something?”

“In a way...” Atsuko answered as she placed the clipboard down in Franklin's hands, “Could you read this for me, Mr. Buchanan?”

“Um... sure...” he mumbled back.

Holding the clipboard in hand, he read the medical paper placed upon it. There were hundreds of words of information that spanned several pages, detailing things like his regimen, the injury he sustained to his leg, the cast he had (which had now been removed), the x-rays that had been taken of his injured leg, among other bits of information. But what was most important was the last page. These were...

“Discharge papers...?” he repeated, “These are discharge papers?”

“Indeed,” said Atsuko, “You've been here for about a week and a half, Franklin. In that time, you've done an amazing job with our training regimen, strengthening your body. We've already removed your cast, and your x-rays have come back with your leg mended. Putting it lightly, I'm giving you a clean bill of health. There's no further reason for you to be here...”

Atsuko's words replayed in Franklin's head, leaving him... conflicted. Yes, there was joy knowing that – by all intents and purposes – he was healthy. Hell, he even felt it! While he wasn't yet ready to return to the basketball court, if he returned to his teams practices, he'd probably be ready by the end of next month.

But...

Being discharged meant he wasn't going to be with them anymore. That meant their time together was coming to an end. Brief though it was, he had already grown used to seeing them everyday. And, no, it wasn't just because of the sex.

Carlotta and Atsuko were amazing. The mouse was this tomboyish and playful woman, one whose laugh was so infectious he was hearing it in his dreams. The sharkess was the opposite. She was mature and refined, like this athletic queen who suffered no fools. Both of them were amazing. He was fortunate to have even met them.

But once he left this hospital, would he ever see them again?

Maybe he was childish. He had gotten so used to his life here, that he thought he was stuck in some sort of quantum tardis. Like maybe all of this would just go on... forever.

Yeah. That's a childish dream. He didn't even want to stay here forever. He wanted to return home and to basketball as quickly as he could. He should be overjoyed. So... why wasn't he? Why couldn't he just accept that there was a chance he'd never see them again?

Franklin dropped the clipboard he was holding, and looked up at them with a crestfallen face. To his surprise, he was met with looks of longing as well. Carlotta's crossed arms were clutching herself close, and her head was tilted to the side, looking away as she wore a despondent and lost face. Atsuko was no better. While she was slightly more rigid and restrained, she too had a face of obvious sadness and disappointment.

One question was going on through the heads of everyone in this room right now.

What now?

Fortunately...

“Fuck it...”

Carlotta was always as blunt as a bat to the head.

“Frankie!” she shouted as she looked at him, before marching up to her side, “Choose me!”

“What...? WHAT!?” he replied, confused by her question.

“No. I refuse,” said Atsuko as she came to his side as well, making him look over at him, “Choose me instead!”

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?”

“Oh fuck off, Atsuko!” the mouse snapped as she pointed at the sharkess, “You're, like, twenty years older than he is! You should've been married, like, a fucking decade ago! There is no competition here!” reaching down, she grabbed Franklin's arm, pulling him in until his limb was sandwiched between her chest, “You've had your chances! Go find someone as old as you are, you hag!”

“Old? Hag?” Atsuko repeated as she shot the mouse a glare, “You think of age as a negative, specifically being older. I feel the opposite. Clearly, you see yourself as flawless due to being young. But it's clear to everyone here – including Franklin – that your youthfulness is only a sign of immaturity.”

She then reached down, and – mirroring what Carlotta did – grabbed Franklin's other arm. Squeezing him tight, she pulled him in close, sandwiching his other arm between her chest!

Franklin's eyes swelled. What the hell was going on here!? Competition? Choose one of them? What were they talking about? He couldn't even think about this at the moment, for the two were pulling him apart like this was a game of tug-o-war. Carlotta would pull, then Atsuko would pull in retaliation, while the two of them shot deadly glares at one another.

The mouse bore her fangs, her teeth were gritted, and her face was twitching. The sharkess was more refined as she didn't bother with showing her endless rows of teeth. The deadly look in her yellow eyes was more than enough. It was terrifying to see them be at each other's necks like this, and for what? For him?

No. He couldn't just sit here. He needed to make a decision, that's what they wanted, right? Then dammit... he was just going to--

“STOP!!!”

Franklin's shout caused the two to jump, their heads turning as they faced him instead. Loosening their grips, they released the young man, who rubbed his arms to soothe the slight pain they felt. He then took a few deep breaths, before looking up and over at his doctors.

“Atsuko... Carlotta...” he whispered, “What is happening?”

The gym rat and sharkess looked at one another, slightly annoyed with the other, but understanding that Franklin needed an explanation. He deserved one.

“Franklin,” said Carlotta, “Atsuko and I... we...”

“What? Both know that we've all been having sex?” he said, “I think that's obvious by now. Atsuko already told me that she secretly caught us before, so I assume the same thing happened with you?”

“Y-yeah...” she muttered whilst sheepishly scratching the back of her head, “I saw it... I mean... I-I saw you two fucking through that window over there. So... I confronted Atsuko about it in the bathroom at J.J.'s, and we came to an agreement. We would both try to convince you to choose one of us. So for the past few days, we've been... well...” she paused, cutting herself off as she stomped her foot down and pouted, “I can't believe you, Frankie! I knew something like this was going to happen!”

“Wh-what!? It's not my fault!” he said as he pointed at himself... before stopping and looking to the side, “Wait... is it my fault?”

“No, Franklin, it's not,” said Atsuko as she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, “No. Carlotta and I are both the ones at fault here. You are our patient. It is our duty to make sure you heal your body, providing you with medical care and support. But let us be honest; we took advantage of our positions to have sexual relations with you under the guise of rehabilitation. Though I cannot deny that this... ahem... sexual rehabilitation may have aided in your recovery, the truth is we were having sex with you for our own carnal delights. We all did...”

Franklin assumed that to be true – that they were just having sex with one another for the fun of it. Yet hearing it still felt so odd. 'Plausible deniability' was no longer in effect; the truth was out, and they could no longer go back to their blissful existence of 'sexual rehabilitation'.

Bleh...

“Okay...” he mumbled, “So... ah... what now? I'm not going to stay here much longer. I assume my parents have already been informed, and will probably be picking me up tomorrow since I have these papers, so...” he shrugged his shoulders, “Is that it, huh? I don't want things to be over...”

“I don't either!” said Carlotta as she grabbed his hand and squeezed it, “So let's go on a date, Frankie! Just you and me after you get discharged! We can be a couple! That sounds great, right? It makes more sense with me anyway, cuz I'm only a few years older than you! Unlike Atsuko...”

“Carlotta...” the sharkess growled as she shot her glare.

“W-wait,” Franklin muttered as he pulled his hand from her grip, “Carlotta, just... stop. I... ahh...”

Closing his eyes, he took a thoughtful pose. This was it. He knew something like this was going to happen soon, and now there was no more running away from it. He had no choice but to make a decision... to say his peace.

“Aah... Carlotta... Atsuko…” he said, causing them both to straighten up and look at him, “Look... I... uh...” he scratched the side of his head, “I don't know what to say. I've been thinking about this too. I figured you two had something going on with how... uh... aggressive you had been over the past few days. But I didn't want to say something, because I wasn't sure. Look... I... ah... I...” he shook his head, “This is hard.”

“It doesn't have to be,” said Carlotta as she smiled at him, “Just pick me! That's all you have to do!”

“Carlottaaaaa...” Atsuko growled.

“Ah! That's why I can't pick you, Carlotta,” he said as he looked at her, “And...” he looked over towards the sharkess at his other side, “I can't pick you either, Atsuko. Look... I know this sounds insane, I admit it, but... I care about you two too much to just... pick one of you like this is some game. It's not a game, not to me. If choosing one of you will make the other sad, then I can't choose... and I won't choose...”

For several moments, Franklin paused and looked down. He couldn't believe he was saying this, but this was the conclusion he came to much earlier. Maybe it made him sound greedy, or selfish, or even childish, but he just could not pick who he liked more.

His heart. His heart.

His heart.

“My heart is big enough for the both of you.”

Franklin's eyes grew wide.

Where had that come from? Why did he say that? It just... came out of nowhere, like he had been possessed. But, no, that voice didn't come from nowhere, it came from his heart.

Gah... that sounds silly... but it was no less true.

Franklin straightened up. He had made his case, and there was nothing left to say. All that was left was their responses, so he looked at them.

And he saw...

Pain...

Both Carlotta and Atsuko looked at him, their faces these mixtures of resentfulness and betrayal. Like he had slapped them. It caused him pain in return, confused as to why they looked like that. Did they really want him to choose that badly? Or were they hurt by the fact that he technically chose neither of them?

Whatever the case may be...

It was Carlotta who turned first, her head shaking left and right in disappointment as she quickly exited the room. He could see her face twist into visible pain, showing how emotional and upset she was. Atsuko followed soon after, she too saying not a word. Even though her face was more restrained, one could still see a few twitches of pain here and there. That left Franklin, sitting on his bed as he stared at the door, saying not a word. He wanted to say something – anything – but the words needed to make this situation better did not exist.

So he laid back in his bed, resting upon it as his eyes fell on the ceiling up above. Once, twice, thrice, he took in a deep breath... only to exhale and deflate.

“Damn...”