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Suited for Two

By Kandrel

“Now that’s style, Lee-lee!”

A round of laughing applause caused Leejah’s ears to wilt, until she realized it wasn’t entirely sarcastic. That was the point where she ducked her ears entirely so no one could see the pink blush appearing in the otherwise creamy-white webbing.

“Shut it! It’s just a swimsuit!” She complained, but April was having none of it.

“It’s pretty! Come on, show it off for us!” The ferret girl squealed in glee, leaning her head on her arms, crossed on the lip of her pool. Before hand it’d just been April and Davey that were paying attention to the newcomer to the pool party, but the noise had drawn other people over.

April’s pool party was off to a raucous start. Three additional slippery forms swam through the water, while Angus was busy with the grill. Fashionably late, Leejah’s ever-present nerves had convinced her she was too late. The best part of the party had already passed. Her friends were angry at her for making them wait. She was under-dressed. Angus was rocking his leather jacket and jeans. She was over-dressed. The otter triplets that were just now starting to surface were wearing nothing in the pool, as was typical (and expected of them). She was too tall. She was too fat. She was too—

The ferret gazed at Leejah longingly. “I wish I could pull off that look, Lee-lee. You make it work. All I’ve got is these stumpy legs, and I’d look like a sausage in a pink condom. You look so good in it.”

Next to her, Davey was clearly enamored. “Yeah.” Was all he added. The dog’s tail was wagging up a storm in the water, creating a turbulent zone behind his rear that the surfacing otters made sure to get the way of. Kiri bit his tail and hugged herself to the dog’s back while her two brothers bobbed heads up next to the pool edge and gazed at Leejah.

Leejah struggled with all of her irrational doubts being challenged and dispelled by her friends’ adoration. Now the subject of four separate pairs of eyes (and occasionally a fifth when Kiri could spare attention from bothering the poor dog she’d attached herself to), she decided to give them what April’d asked for. She spun around, lifting her arms to show off her swimsuit.

It was a pretty suit. She’d been searching for one like it for a while. Sleek and spandex, from shoulders to tail. It was a shocking blue on top, melting to a lovely pink down by her legs. She lifted her ears so her friends could see the back as she twirled. Long and lanky (by her own opinion) she wished she didn’t have the typical bunny ears. Maybe she could have had those thin, alert ears that hares had. Or even some dog ears—those pert triangles that were so fun to rub. Or—

“No, leave ‘em down! They’re cute!” That from Davey, who was hiding most of his face behind his fingers on the side of the pool. He was a golden retriever. One of his ears was was that alert triangle she’d admired, while his other was drooped over and dripping from his swim.

She let them droop again over her shoulder and completed the spin. She knew what they were looking at. It hugged her body tightly. Flat over her belly (at least she was proud of that) and bent out slightly over her tits (less proud there.) If she knew anything about those otters, they were looking between her legs, too. Oh, fine. When she returned to front, facing towards them, she gave the two otter brothers a wink and tugged the fabric up slightly so they could see the slim groove she left in it.

Sergei and Simon chirped for her. Alice clapped. Davey ducked his head further down and gave a soft whine.

“I think the dog just came in his swim trunks.” That was Kiri, the third of the triplets who was busy bothering the poor goldie.

Alice looked to the side, then down at the surface of the water hidden by the pool’s edge. “Uh, how do you know?”

“I’m holding his knot.” Kiri chirped.

Davey closed his eyes and hid behind the wall entirely, until Alice reached over and lifted his snout from the water. She kissed him, which returned at least his one good ear to its alert attentiveness, and set his tail to wagging again.

“Brats are ready!” Angus called, and for the moment Leejah was granted reprieve from the the gathered attention of her friends. She settled with a paper plate with her legs dipping into the hot tub. It was elevated a few feet from the rest, with a decorative waterfall of hotter water steaming down into the cooler swimming pool. Angus served her two veggie burgers and a heaping mug of something carbonated and fruity, while the other carnivores all tore into their hot dogs. Once he’d finished serving, the bear sat next to her.

Conversation was pleasant, and pulled her away from her anxieties, at least. It was exactly what she needed. Good friends. Good food and drink. Good distractions. And the eye candy didn’t hurt, either.

She and Davey were the only ones wearing clothes. Next to her, Angus was difficult to see through his thick fur, but when he stood up to serve himself another hot dog, his pendulous nuts were unmistakable. The triplets were shameless in their open displays of sexuality, and even April was naked, even though she wasn’t really showing anywhere near as much as Simon and Sergei were while they tussled in the water, erections popping above the surface every few seconds while their food sat forgotten by the pool edge.

Sometimes she worried that she was too prudish. Too insular. Her friends were all extroverted, and they must keep her around just because of obligation. It’s not that anyone—

This time, she caught it herself. Not only had her friends not complained about her swimsuit, but they’d complimented it. Praised her for it. Said how pretty she was in it. She felt herself blushing all over again.

“… Wasn’t very useful. In the business we call that ‘donkey pants’ because it means you’re covering your ass. So afterwards, we… I’m sorry, I was doing it again, wasn’t I?” Angus trailed off in the middle of one of his stories, and Leejah shook her head so hard her ears wobbled.

“Sorry, I lost focus. Not your fault at all!”

“Don’t you worry. Want another burger? I can throw one on the grill—“

“No! I mean, please, no. I don’t want to feel bloated all night. I’ll take another drink, though”

Angus chuckled with a deep grumble that only a bear of his size could pull off and patted her knee kindly before fetching her another mug of the soda. “Good call. Oh, look. Here comes the birthday girl.”

April seemed to have corralled the two otter boys and had them in tow as she flounced towards the hot tub. The water level rose from mid-calf to near Leejah’s knees as all three of them piled into the warm water, though it lowered again quickly as the excess flowed over the waterfall into the main pool proper.

“Leeeeee! Save me! These two lecherous weasels were touching my tail!” The ferret announced with all the playful sarcasm she could muster.

“Hey, you were shaking it at us!”

“And lifting it! What else were we supposed to think?” Sergei and Simon refuted simultaneously.

Leejah reached down with her dangling feet into the hot tub as if she were fishing. The ferret gave a squeak as her tail was found and grabbed with toes.

“Consider yourself saved. I’ll protect it from those mean boys!” Leejah chirped.

That was, apparently, not the savior the ferret was looking for. April turned around in the pool and wrapped her hands around Leejah’s back, and with her head between the bunny’s knees, she leaned in and blew raspberries against the swim-suited belly.

Freedom only arrived after a few seconds of laughing and squeaking, and even then, she couldn’t dislodge the ferret entirely. Elbows on her knees and big eyes gazing up at her from between her thighs, April gave her an enigmatic smile. She reached up and grabbed the bunny’s ears, pulling them forward to droop over the two like an umbrella.

The ferret whispered conspiratorially, as if the ears were a functional shield from being heard from the outside. “You know, that suit of yours has a certain boy whispering and wishing. He told me!”

“April!” Simon shouted.

“Then maybe he should tell me himself, hmm? Think you can convince him?”

“It’ll be a tough mission, but I think I must just have the skills.” The ferret whispered back, as if the otter she was talking about wasn’t listening in to every word.

“Okay! Okay, I said it was really cute on you.” Simon mumbled, his head only just barely above the surface of the hot water.

“And?” April spread the bunny’s ears as if she were lifting the veil of secrecy.

“Oh my god, did he say something like ‘She’d be even cuter out of it’ or something like that?” Leejah giggled.

“Something like that.” Simon burbled before his brother pushed his head under the water entirely.

“He said he wondered if he could fit in it, too!” Sergei spilled the secret.

Laughter around the hot tub was interrupted by a bark from the pool. All heads swiveled in that direction, as if called to the promise of action. This time, they weren’t disappointed.

Angus sat on the edge of the pool with the remnants of his own burger set aside. Both Kiri and Davey bobbed in the water between his knees. Two muzzles fought for position around the sides of the bear’s rather impressively girthy cock. A broad dog tongue bent itself at the middle as the golden lab lapped, and on the opposite side, the otter girl’s tongue danced around the tapered tip. Pearly spurts glittered mid-air in the late afternoon sunlight as Angus came.

April cheered. Sergei whistled. Kiri latched her muzzle around the bear’s cocktip and swallowed, while the dog that was helping her lapped at her snout, cleaning it from the bear’s spattered peak.

And while the rest of her friends Leejah felt webbed paws on her knee. “Sorry. I was being rude. Forgive me?” Simon whispered while the water rocked in the hot tub, the rest of its inhabitants flocking to the pool-side edge so they could watch.

“Why be sorry? Sounds fun. If only it could fit two.” The bunny whispered back. As if attempting to appear casual about the idea that was tickling her imagination so seductively, she grabbed the mug of soda near her and downed it in a single gulp.

The otter’s face squinched for a moment, caught between social cues and objective fact. “I mean, it could. But I can take a ‘no’.” He stuck his tongue out and bobbed in the water.

“Uh. You sure? I like it. Don’t wanna ruin it.” And yet, in her mind’s eye, she imagined it. Besides the obvious humor of multiple limbs sticking out from the leg and arm holes, there was something intensely comfortable and erotic about the silly idea.

“Yeah. Those things are made to fit girls a lot bigger than you if they need to. You’re really slim, so I’d definitely fit.” The light of hope hadn’t been extinguished from the otter’s eyes, and the more she thought about it, the more Leejah was considering it as a serious possibility.

The two of them were silent for a few seconds as the remnants of the crowd shared approval with the bear as he came down from his orgasm.

“Nah, it’s silly.”

“Yeah. Totally.”

April and Sergei turned around in the hot tub to Leejah leaning forward with the otter’s foot trying to fit down the back of her suit. The ferret squealed, and Simon’s brother laughed.

And then the project was undertaken. Hands gripped at the slippery spandex to pull and make more room. Fingers tugged at the hems as Simon’s left foot, then right, slid through the leg holes. April helped them balance as the bunny stood on the concrete ledge beneath the water, arms outstretched to help the otter get his hands through.

She was aware at every point of how Simon behind her was slipping bodily against her. Legs against her bare rump. Belly against her shoulder blades. Chest against the back of her head, then slipping down to the middle of her back. And he was hard. That was dripping its way down her back, then poking her tail.

“Not there, you don’t.” Leejah reached down and adjusted. Intentional or not, the otter’s slick penis was pointing up beneath her tail, and she didn’t intend to sit sore for the rest of the party. Instead, she pushed the rigid length around through the spandex, tilting it forward until it speared between her legs. It rubbed against her pleasantly while everyone else was helping him get his arms through the arm holes.

Whiskers tickled her ear as he pushed his snout up against the back of her head. “Sorry. I don’t think I can make it go back down. I’ll try to be careful with it.”

Holding her ear in front of her as if it were that barrier of secrecy again, she tilted her head to whisper back, “Simon, I knew what I was signing up for.”

His head nodded against her neck. And the penis that was snug between her legs, trapped by the spandex, throbbed. There was a moment of tightness across the front. She glanced back and saw that Sergei was helping pull the otter’s thick tail through the hole in the rear of the suit. It’d been spaciously just a bit too large for Leejah’s little poof of a bunny tail, but it was straining to fit around the otter rudder.

And then April and Sergei slipped back into the water, now joined by Kiri (fresh from her bear-bothering). “Holy shit, he did fit!” The ferret squeaked.

“No tears?” Leejah asked nervously.

“You’d know it if there was. Looks like the two of you are about to split. If there was a tear you’d pop like a balloon.” Kiri drawled, licking her lips of the last remnants of semen still coloring them.

“Kiri!” Sergei pushed his sister.

Taking the shove with a careless spin in the water, the otter shrugged. “What? That means it worked!”

“So well.” Simon agreed from just behind the bunny’s ear. “Can I sit down?”

“Yeah.” Leejah bent her knees with him and landed in the otter’s lap.

“Ooof!”

“Sorry.” She whispered back. She was too heavy. She was fat. She was—

“My fault. I sat on my balls.” His admission soothed her nerves and (at least momentarily) silenced the anxiety. Simon shifted. The length slid smoothly against her in the intimate secrecy of the swimsuit.

A hand touched her knee. Kiri and April were looking up at her. The little ferret whispered softly. “You okay with this?”

When Leejah nodded firmly, another hand reached up, dripping with pool water, and ran a finger over the visible bulge of Simon’s cock. In the brilliant pink of the swimsuit’s spandex, the shape of the otter’s shaft was clearly identifiable. Kiri tickled her brother’s shaft through the fabric, and it jumped in response. It felt like a little electric shock to the bunny as the otter’s length found the cleft of her labia, wedging itself in between as its tapered tip pushed the crotch of her swimsuit outward. The otter squeaked softly against her ear as he was teased.

“Didn’t realize we were inviting new people to your little party, April.” Angus said as he floated past.

“Oh, so sorry, I should have mentioned. Angus, this two-tailed monstrosity is named Leejmon.” April gestured broadly out to the over-filled swimsuit, spattering droplets of hot tub water over their front. “At least one of the heads is pretty.”

Simon gestured broadly to his own grinning otter face, before Kiri shot him down. “Yeah, not that one.” He made a theatric frown at his sister’s cruelty.

The bear snorted as Davey’s doggy paddle splashed chlorinated water over his face. “How about Silee?”

“Sijah sounds better” said Sergei. He pushed himself by the arms up over the rim between the hot tub and larger pool, catapulting himself gracefully from one body of water to the other.

As it always did, the group’s focus drifted. Sergei and Kiri swam laps. Angus exited the pool to turn off the grill. April went inside to use the facilities, quickly followed by Davey. The two weren’t seen for another half an hour.

“Hey, if this is uncomfy for you, I can—“ Simon mumbled to the passenger in his lap.

Leejah wriggled. She’d been struggling against the urge to reach her hand down and rub the shaft that was bouncing against her through the fabric. “No. Don’t. I’m okay. As long as you’re okay?”

“Heh. Yeah. Better than okay. Actually. I was checking, ‘cuz I’m feeling really good. Like, really good.”

“Oh.” Not thinking much more of it, Leejah rubbed her belly—the closest she’d let her hands get down below. She liked that her friends felt comfortable being themselves around her, even if she didn’t act like they did most of the time. It’s not that she was against it. Clearly, she told herself. She wanted to be free like they were, but it never felt right. And they respected her boundaries. It was a joy to see them all expressing themselves. She got a warm blush when she’d realized that Davey had been so excited to see her. And there’d been that voyeuristic elation watching Angus fire off. She nuzzled back against the otter’s neck and smiled. She was starting to feel a “naughty” thrill at letting Simon touch her like this—in view of everyone else. It was so unlike her, yet, more like who she wished she was.

“Uh. Lee-lee? Like. Really really good. If you keep rubbing me like that…” The otter warned, and the bunny realized that her fingers had drooped lower without her realizing it. Under her sensitive fingers, she could feel the tapered length pulsing. A visceral impulse made her want to jerk her fingers away. She resisted it. Instead, she stopped the rubbing and just stared down at her fingers. Little cheaters! She wasn’t that kind of bunny. She wanted to be that kind of bunny. Desperately. But what would everyone think of her?

Then she noticed a pair of eyes peeking at her from the gap where the waterfall flowed. Kiri and Sergei both had their little webbed fingers on the concrete, heads poking up just far enough that they could watch the bunny’s finger slowly stroking their brother’s shaft through the swimsuit. What would everyone think of her? Probably something like “Good for her.” Or “Finally.” Leejah smirked and fought the demon of shame and doubt and anxiety, all by cupping her fingers and pushing the otter’s cock firmly up against the heat of her slit within the confines of her suit.

“Lee?! Lee-lee—oh, fuck.” Simon squirmed beneath her. She felt the first pulse, and then the second fountained through the spandex. At first there was a dark stain in the bright pink. Then creamy liquid spread in a squat circle around the pulsing indent of the otter’s cock in the fabric, seeping through the grid of spandex fibers. The second spurt was stronger than the first. Inhibited by the fabric, the spray of semen shot no more than a few inches forward before it spattered in little droplets into the hot tub.

Simon curled his head down into the crook of her shoulder and breathed hotly into the spoon of her collar bone. His arms reached across her front in a hug as his hips juddered in release. With every throb, his shaft bounced upwards against the cleft of her slit. In little shocks of color in her vision, she rode the high that, sadly, ended far too early.

“Oh. Fuck. Leejah. You never did that before.”

“Well, you’ve never slipped into my swimsuit before, have you?”

Simon pulled in a shaky breath. “Okay, fair.”

“I was in the mood, anyway. And—hey, where are you going? Get your arm back in there!”

The otter stopped from where he was attempting to slink back out of the overstretched swimsuit, even as his cock was starting to soften against her lips. As he softened, the warmth of his semen started to reach her bare skin. She gave another shiver.

“Uh, I thought you’d want—“

“Ten seconds ago, you thought I didn’t want you to cum in my swimsuit.”

The otter nipped her ear and laughed. “Okay, you know what? I was wrong. You tell me when you want me to leave. Otherwise I’m going to be your faithful seat for the evening, right?”

“Right!”

Off past the gurgling waterfall, two more otters chirped in amusement as they swam back out into the pool.

A few minutes later, Davey and April returned from the house. The ferret looked satisfied. The golden retriever? He didn’t look very different. He had that same silly grin that was always on his face. Instead, he smelled different. There was an extra musky note to him before he plopped down into the hot tub, submerging himself right to the shoulders.

April stopped and sniffed the air. “Did the otters go screwing again?”

“Simon came.” Davey said matter-of-factly.

“Wait, really?” April hopped down, and before she could stop her friend, the ferret’s snout was pressed up against the softening bulge of Simon’s shaft in Leejah’s crotch.

The bunny pushed her friend’s head away, but with insincerity borne of desire for them to actually do what they were already doing. Sensing that the ferret’s head dodged and weaved between the hands and gave the soaked spandex a lick.

“Simon, you perv! Did you even tell her before you got her all wet?”

“Me? She’s the one who did it!” The otter cried in his own defense.

Fingers pushed the half-hard length up against Leejah’s slit again, and her knees quivered. She felt a slight twinge as they did so. Oh. Oh no.

“Um. Hold on a sec. Sorry Simon, I may need some help here.” Leejah mumbled.

“What’s up? Need me to move?”

“Probably. All those drinks from earlier have gone straight through me.”

“Oh, gotta piss?”

“Yeah.”

The otter nuzzled down against her neck. The next came out so softly that she wasn’t sure she heard it right. “What if you didn’t go?”

“Uh, biological need, my dude.”

“No, as in, if you just went here.”

“I can’t! That’s…”

As if she hadn’t seen her friends do it. Kiri standing poolside and angling her crotch upward to prove she could pee like a guy. Angus drunk and pissing into the pool with beer in hand, while Davey floated by underneath. Sergei getting a sloppy blowjob from the ferret that seemed to get a lot wetter than expected. It was fun. It was casual. It’s just what her friends did with each other—but not her. Not her. Not yet.

Leejah pulled her ears over across the front of her face to hide the blush, but when she looked down, she saw April’s eyes looking up at her while the ferret’s tongue glazed over the cum-stained crotch of her swimsuit.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“It’s okay. Okay, move your legs with me, we’ll see if we can—“

“No, I mean, I don’t know if I can, but…” Leejah gulped and rubbed her head back against the otter’s. “But I can try.”

She felt a throb as the otter’s dick sprang back to life. The ferret chirped. “Okay, what are you two talking about up there? I know something just made our otter boy pay attention!”

“Nothing!” Simon denied.

“Definitely nothing.” Leejah agreed.

“Nothing? Nothing?!” The ferret’s hand lifted and stroked the otter’s shaft through the spandex, and Leejah let out an involuntary moan as it slapped upwards against her lips again. “You can’t lie to the mistress of the house! It all comes out eventually!”

“Yeah, maybe.” Leejah mumbled.

“If I’m lucky.” Simon agreed.

April glared back and forth between the two of them. Then another head popped up from the water between their shared spread legs. Davey gave an expressive sniff. “Leejah, are you—“ Before finishing the statement, his nose pushed against the spandex.

Because she was. It was just a little dribble at first. A few droplets glazed the top of the otter’s cock and dripped around the sides, before being caught by the spandex and disappearing. Then a few more. Then a rivulet.

Then she found the zen required to open the valves, and it sprayed. Urine spattered the top of Simon’s shaft and then dripped from the fabric containing the two of them. She pulled her ears across her face again and closed her eyes. Embarrassment burned as she let her relief flow.

Arms hugged around her belly as Simon churred into her neck. In just seconds he’d grown stiff again, as hard and throbbing as he’d been just prior to his own messy release. His hips rocked involuntarily, sliding the slippery length between Leejah’s labia as urine poured down around him. Each time he needed a breath, he shivered against the back of her ears and whispered encouragement to her. This is the best thing ever. This is delight. This feels so good. I can’t believe I get to be right here. Fuck, please don’t stop. Keep going. Please.

And while he hugged and rubbed against her, a skilled tongue pushed the otter’s shaft upwards against her slit. Careless of the urine that was soaking his muzzle, Davey lapped at the bulge in the spandex. The sensation of his tongue lapping over her lips was electric. It was tough to tell exactly what was happening through the fabric, but the dog’s tongue was so wide that it even caught her pelt to either side of the crotch hem as he lapped at the flowing urine, and the otter shaft stuck right in its path.

Hands lifted Leejah’s ears. At least, pulled them away far enough so a ferret head could join her under their canopy. April’s nose caught Leejah’s snout and tilted it up, then before the bunny could say anything, the ferret kissed her. Lips merged, and the ferret’s tongue lapped at her gums. Heads tilted as the bunny accepted her friend’s love and their muzzles merged together.

Leejah squealed into the kiss as the dog tongue pushed in its licking. As the rocking otter cock slid against her dripping slit, the dog’s nose pushed the tip back through the spandex. Roll and thrust, and Davey licked the otter’s bulge. Roll and thrust, and the bunny felt the shaft throbbing right against her urethra as she peed. Roll and thrust, and this time the bulge of the slick length simply disappeared. Leejah felt it sliding up and in, throbbing and twitching wildly against her inner walls.

She reached down. Fingers slid beneath the hem so she could feel it. Long, slim taper throbbed against her lips, right until she felt it sliding deep. Her fingertips followed its passage, soaked and dripping with her own urine. Then Davey’s tongue slapped over her hand, licking between her fingers and dragging against the joining of soaked flesh. Then soft fur touched her fingers as she felt the otter’s sheath mash against her hand. She tugged at the hem, and for a moment, she pissed directly down onto the otter’s balls as he throbbed urgently inside her.

Davey’s nose pushed the fabric aside so he could lick her directly. Canine fangs pressed against her mons as his jaws opened. Tongue lapped at her exposed flesh as she peed directly into his opened mouth. Davey swallowed. “Good, isn’t he?” April crooned as she held Leejah’s face.

Leejah came. Her legs quivered and her breathing became ragged as the ferret girl kissed her straight through it. Liquids flowed. Was she still peeing? Was this squirting? Davey didn’t stop his licking. Simon nuzzled the back of her neck and moaned. Then he started chirping again, soft and shrill and repeated. As she was shivering, she felt him throbbing inside her. With their hips glued together firmly by the swimsuit, the otter’s unconscious humping did little more than gyrate the two of them, but that still changed the angle of his grinding in a delightful way that let some of his cum seep out of the bunny’s tight embrace, only to be licked up immediately by the dog between her knees.

She sagged against the otter’s front. He held her as April helped her sweep her ears back. Then she saw that everyone’d been watching her. Someone cheered. Sergei whistled. Angus saluted her with his beer before tilting his head back for a drink. A slimy, floppy sensation told her that the otter had slipped out. Davey was busy at work. The long shaft disappeared entirely into the dog’s mouth. Simon shivered behind her, before the dog decided it was good enough, and turned his licking to cleaning up Leejah’s slit. She had another, smaller, orgasm as Davey helped clean her up.

The un-suiting took longer than the original suiting did. She wasn’t being particularly helpful with the process, as she was still in her afterglow. Still, in five minutes of fidgeting and paws grabbing at her hems, finally the otter was extracted.

And she was left feeling… Loose? She was pretty sure the suit was fine, but after the constriction it felt so lax around her. So she took it off.

“You feelin’ okay, Lee-lee?” Kiri lounged with her in the water as everyone else was busy bumping an inflatable ball around the edges of the pool.

Leejah thought. “Yeah. I am. Nice. Warm.”

The otter’s eyes squinted for a moment. “You’re not on anything, are you?”

“What? Oh. No. No, it’s just me.”

“Not that I’d judge! But wanna make sure you don’t regret it, you know?”

Leejah shook her head. “No! No. Nothing. I think… I think this is something I’ve wanted for a little while.”

The otter’s face twisted up into a sly grin. “Knew I could smell it on you. But, you know we all love you, even without this, right? You don’t need to change for us.”

“I’m not.” Leejah said confidently, and for the first time in a little while she didn’t doubt her decision. “This is for me.”

Mollified, Kiri smiled and leaned over to plant a little peck on the bunny’s nose. “Good.”

“Um. Kiri?”

The otteress had turned her attention to the ball game and answered distractedly, “Yeah?”

“Wanna help me explore it a bit more?”

Fifteen minutes later she was laid out on one of the reclining chairs as Davey held one of her legs aloft while he fucked her. In and out, in and out, the friction was bliss. Helpfully, Kiri had her hand on the dog’s knot, squeezing to make sure he could cum without tying her.

Half an hour later, she had her legs bent over Angus’ neck as she floated in the warm shallows. He licked and licked, then used thick fingers to help her stretch. She took a lot of effort to eventually fit the big bear. But he fit. Eventually.

An hour after, she was kneeling on the tiles beneath an outdoor shower. The shower wasn’t on, but April was making sure she stayed wet anyway. Leejah had her hand up spreading the ferret’s little sex as urine rained down on her. The smell reminded her of the musky scent that Davey had been clouded with as he returned from his trip inside earlier. Ah, that made connections.

It was midnight, and a bad movie was on the TV indoors. They’d all cuddled onto over-sized couches in the lazy aftermath of a busy day. The otters were busy doing otter things. Sergei and Simon were taking turns with each other as their sister kissed them sleepily. Angus was motionless—maybe asleep—except for the fact that April was slowly riding him. The flickering luminescence of the TV reflected off of the shiny layer of lubrication she was constantly applying to his cock. Angus gave a snore, then a throb. Cum started to dribble down from where he was buried in the eager ferret.

Off to the side, Davey was stroking himself and watching. Every few minutes he’d make a soft little bark, and he’d pull his hands away from his cock. It’d bounce in the air, before he carefully applied pressure again. Edging, he clearly didn’t want to finish yet.

And snuggled up in two extra quilts, all that was visible of Leejah was a twitching, whiskery snout, two over-large ears, and eyes peeking out from her cocoon of fabric. She burned in a strange combination of embarrassment and released tension. She’d done what she wanted, and her friends accepted her. Joined her. Welcomed her with open arms. With her fingers buried deep and seeking out all the intriguing places her friends had hit, she slowly let the somnolent glow of the TV carry her off to dream.