King of the Ring 4.5: Company
Mirabelle calls you up like she always does. From the way she spoke, you expected some private intimate time. At least that's what you thought before she showed up with some familiar but unexpected company.
>"Alright it's coming." you say. "Stack with me Mikael, stack with me!"
>"I'm on it." Mikael replies. "Just let me finish this Rend first."
>"Damn, it'd be a shame if I were to Rescue Mikael out of that double tank stack right now." Lewis comments idly.
>"I will Bolide, drop stance, and send you the aggro." you threaten.
>"... Alright hold, on let's be civil." he returns.
>"Man I love running content with you guys." Verne laughs.
>"Where's that Trick Attack at Verne, I need the bigger numbers!" Mikael yells.
>"Oh damn you right." Verne says.
>Eventually you all kill the boss you were fighting, and roll on the loot.
>"Fucking finally." Lewis sighs, apparently getting the last drop he needed. "I hate that boss."
>"I thought you said you hated the Firebird." Mikael says.
>"I hate them both." is Lewis' answer.
>"Well now that that's done, we doin' anything else?" Verne asks.
>"I'm down for whatever." you say, as you pull a slice of pineapple right out of the can and toss it back.
>Pineapple is good, don't judge.
>You're sitting around, playing video games with your friends online.
>Because Mikael has some free time to do whatever before he's sent to sea, and also because your school start date got pushed back.
>Something about some emergency adjustments to the campus.
>You're going to the simultaneously famous and infamous Ligma U.
>Silly name aside, it's got a pretty exemplary curriculum. And there's a specific professor you kind of hope you get your classes from.
>However you were supposed to start a month ago in January, but now you won't be starting until April.
>So another two months of waiting. Ah well.
>You continue to snack while your friends decide what the next plan is, but then your phone rings.
>You check it and of course, who else would call you but Mirabelle?
>You mute the microphone on your computer headset.
>You pick up. "Hello my dear."
>"Heeey Anon." she says in frighteningly perfect mimicry of Bree.
>No seriously, she sounded exactly like her.
>Mirabelle and Bree have become good friends ever since that whole fiasco a couple of months ago.
>Turns out they really did get along.
>Bree seems to have gotten over you to an extent. But at the same time, you can kind of tell the feelings are still kind of there.
>The way she looks at you, she still greets you in that same way.
>But true to her word, friendship has been the only goal.
>"Mirabelle?" you ask. "You gotta stop hanging out with Bree so much."
>"Why is that?" she asks in her normal voice.
>"You sounded exactly like Bree just then, I can't even tell you apart at this point."
>"Oh, is that so?" she says with a small chuckle. "Anyway. Are your parents home today?"
>Welp, you know where that question's leading.
>"Nope." you answer. "They took off for the weekend to go to some event."
>"Okay. So then what're you up to right now?"
>"Just playing games with the boys." you say.
>"Alright then. So." she starts. " How about you stop doing that. And we do, something different?"
>"Oh boy. Something different, like what?" you ask seeing the path she's taking.
>"Something. Different." she repeats.
>Well, something different could mean a multitude of things, and not all of them pleasant. But oh well, you'll take this bait.
>"Alright sure, I'm in." you say.
>"Great. We'll be over soon." she says, and hangs up.
>You put your phone down and unmute your mic.
>"Alright bros, something came up so I'm gonna go."
>"He's gonna go hang out with Mirabelle." Verne says.
>"How could you possibly know that?" you question.
>"Who else do you hang out with, Anon? Besides us and her?"
>"... Fuck you." you close your call, exit your game and turn off your computer.
>Well if she's on her way, nothing to do but wait around.
>You look around your room to guage its cleanliness and-
>Wait... Did she say "We'll be over soon"?
>Nah, you probably misheard.
>The doorbell rings so you head down to open the door.
>You open the door and lean against the frame as suavely as you can manage.
>"Why hello." you also say suavely as you look down and see Mirabelle... And also Bree.
>Wat
>"Oh." you deflate, all suave banished from you. "Bree's here too."
>"Of course she is." Mirabelle says. "What, you sound disappointed."
>"What, nah, of course not." you say as you step to the side to let them both in.
>Bree enters silently, but she has a kind of nervous look in her eye.
>"Then what's wrong?" Mirabelle asks as she enters.
>You close the door. "Nothing. Just... On the phone, it kinda sounded like. Things were gonna, y'know get sexy or somethin'."
>"Uh huh." Mirabelle responds, as if your assessment was correct.
>"Yeah, but Bree's here, so."
>"Right." she responds again.
>...
>What?
>You look at Mirabelle. She's got that taunting grin with a hint of bedroom eyes mixed in.
>You look at Bree. She's just nervous.
>"Mirabelle what are we doing?" you ask plainly.
>"Something different." is her answer.
>"Alright look." you say. "I'm going to need you to explain clearly because my poor monkey brain is not strong enough to understand what you're saying. Because to me, it almost sounds like you're implying-"
>"You, me, and Bree." she cuts off your final thoughts and in so doing confirms them.
>Once again. What?
>You squint deeply, scanning Mirabelle's face for any hint of goofing.
>"You're messing with me." you comment.
>"Anon. I mess with you a lot. But I am not messing with you this time." she says honestly.
>Oh Lord, she's not messing with you.
>You cast your gaze between the two women currently in your hall.
>You bury your face in both your hands and take a deep aggravated breath.
>You step wordlessly passed the both of them toward the stairs and walk up.
>You cast a single look behind you and beckon them up.
>They do as requested.
>You enter your room and sit in your chair. You offer them seats on the bed.
>Mirabelle sits casually, like nothing is wrong.
>Bree does so with a bit more care.
>You glare like you're getting ready to interrogate them for valuable trade secrets.
>"First things first." you start. "The hell did you say to her to give her this idea, Bree?"
>"I didn't say anything I swear!" she explains. "It was all her idea, honestly."
>You look at Mirabelle. She shrugs and nods in the affirmative.
>"Of course it was." you sigh. "And yet, you're going along with it?"
>She casts her gaze downward, but she nods slightly.
>"Seriously? Didn't we all just have this whole ass story arc where we basically figured that all three of us together was not the game plan?"
>Story arc, you say. That's it, no more anime with Blake, for real this time.
>"That's different." Mirabelle explains. "Letting her in as a permanent part of our relationship was what we decided against. But this, this'll just be a one time deal. Just for fun, just for a new experience."
>You shake your head. "Mirabelle, you do not have to be like that rabbit from that one movie, willing to 'try everything'."
>You look to Bree. "And you."
>She practically snaps to attention as you focus on her.
>"I thought you said you were getting over me. You don't think something like this would push you in the opposite direction of moving on?"
>"Well I mean. I am over you." she explains. "At least, I'm over the idea of trying to date you, and such. But. This is."
>She struggles to find the words she wants to use, but eventually asks "Can I speak honestly?"
>"Of course you can." you say. "Honesty is the best thing in this situation anyway."
>She nods and takes a deep breath.
>"I am over you but to be honest I'm just really horny and I don't want to hook up with just anyone but I don't want to wait anymore so when I was telling Mirabelle about this she said she had an idea and if she's giving me this chance then I'm damn sure gonna wanna take it."
>You recoil a bit at the sentence gun she just blasted you with.
>"Uhh Bree." you say. "I'm not an expert on the subject but. I'm pretty sure they make, self-service items to help with that."
>"Yeah, that's the thing, they aren't working out anymore."
>"Anymore?" you ask.
>"Yeah when I turned eighteen I treated myself and went to town. Which is probably the reason I'm so... Eager."
>You lean back, fold your arms and attempt to weigh this situation.
>Mirabelle comments in order to tip the scales.
>"C'mon Anon. It'll just be once. We gotta help Bree out. Or what? Are you gonna send her away and make her cry, yet again?"
>"That is not fair." you say.
>"You know you've thought about something like this. Who hasn't at least once or twice?"
>Well, of course, what red blooded male has not?
>"Consider it an early birthday gift if you want."
>"Alright I get it!" you snap.
>You look to Mirabelle. "You sure about this? I'm pretty sure you said you were the jealous type."
>"I said I 'might be'. But I have since learned, that I won't get upset, when it's an idea that I've presented. That would be really hypocritical, don't you think?"
>You look to Bree. "Are you sure about this? Things aren't going to change between all of us if we go through with it?"
>"I'm sure. Everything will be just as it was when it's over."
>You look at Mirabelle. She's smiling as wide as she possibly can.
>Well, happy wife, happy life and all that jazz.
>She's not your wife though yet, but same difference.
>"Alright." you shrug. "If we're all in agreement with this, then I'm on board."
>"Great." Mirabelle says as she gets up and leans forward to give you a kiss. "It'll be fun, you'll see."
>Huh. You really think about what's about to happen.
>You're about to have a threesome.
>Damn. In the game of life, you're definitely winning.
>You lie back in bed, watching the short but tantalizing show of Mirabelle and Bree undressing.
>Mirabelle is out of her clothes and down to her fancy pink underwear in record time.
>Bree takes a bit longer, but she drops to her underwear. Black and lacy.
>However the first thing that really catches your eye is a glint of silver in her navel.
>You point at it. "Okay yeah, you really are addicted to those things."
>She looks down and laughs, seeing what you're commenting on. "Yeah you have no idea."
>Good, maybe some chuckles will help ease her nerves.
>Mirabelle looks to Bree. "You ready?" she asks.
>Bree takes a quick breath and nods.
>You put your hands behind your head, intent to watch and see how this goes.
>Mirabelle moves first, crawling into your bed on your right side.
>Bree mimics the action and repeats it at your left.
>A bit of light rubbing from Mirabelle is all it takes for you to react due to the excitement of the situation.
>She grips the waist of your sweatpants and underwear and drags them down and off of you, giving Bree a perfect veiw to watch you rise to the occassion.
>She stares wide eyed.
>"Not what you expected, huh?" Mirabelle asks.
>Bree shakes her head.
>"I hope you mean that in a good way." you comment,
>"Mhm." Bree says, with her focus obviously in other places.
>"Alright Bree. Just follow my lead." Mirabelle says, leaning down.
>Mirabelle grips your shaft by the base and gives a long lick from shaft to head.
>Bree leans down and copies the motion quickly and precisely.
>And then it starts in earnest, Mirabelle gliding her tongue across your member on the right, and Bree sliding her tongue against your member on the left.
>And this double assault is surprisingly effective.
>Bree has a different tongue texture than Mirabelle, vastly different. So pairing the feeling you know well with a foreign feeling is a wild sensation.
>Mirabelle takes her free hand and runs it along your chest and stomach. Bree traces her hand along your thigh.
>They run their tongues along you at the same speed and intensity, traveling in the same upward and downward directions.
>Then they change direction, and alternate their movements, traveling up when the other drops down and vice versa.
>The feeling of both of them on you is a brand new pleasure. You always think you're getting more resilient, only for Mirabelle to introduce some new technique that breaks said resilience.
>But this is a feeling you can't even hope to fight against.
>Even ignoring the amazing feeling, just the sight of two gorgeous women pleasing you at the same time is enough to shatter your resolve.
>You cast your gaze between the two of them.
>Mirabelle catches your gaze, then turns toward Bree.
>And even with her mouth preoccupied, she somehow manages to envelop her face in that taunting grin that she so loves to use.
>Bree notices. You expect her to pull back, thinking maybe Mirabelle is about to do something else.
>Because well, that's what you were thinking.
>Bree however, squints her eyes in an almost challenging frown.
>She leans back, only to lift herself up and position herself right over the tip of your manhood.
>She plants her lips on the tip, and then drops her head down, enveloping half of you in her mouth.
>She begins to bob her head slowly back and forth.
>"Well. So much for following my lead, huh?" Mirabelle comments.
>"Mmph." Bree mumbles.
>Mirabelle continues to lick and plants kisses on your manhood while Bree gently sucks.
>Bree's actually pretty good, she moves like she's had practice already. Which makes sense considering what she told you earlier.
>She moves her head in different ways and wraps her tongue around you like she's tasting you, or searching for the spots that will make you feel the best.
>She lifts her gaze and watches your reactions to see if she's hitting her mark.
>And eye contact during head is a powerful technique.
>Mirabelle releases her grip on the base and moves her hands downward to your family jewels.
>Bree in turn grows more comfortable and picks up her pace.
>These dual tactics are too much, so much attention concentrated in this one particular spot, you're ready to blow already.
>Mirabelle looks up and into your eyes as well.
>One set of eyes was powerful, but two is cataclysmic.
>You wince and flinch and slightly buck your hips, trying to hold on a bit longer, but it's no use.
>"Getting close." you mutter quickly.
>You aren't sure Bree heard you, she's so focused on her task, that she can't even register anything else.
>Mirabelle throws a quick glance at Bree, and you witness a flash of mischief gleam in her eyes.
>She pulls her hand away from your twin orbs and gently snakes it up behind Bree's head.
>She watches your face intensely, waiting for the moment of detonation.
>And when you give a final twitch of imminent release, Mirabelle holds Bree's head in place to prevent her escape.
>You burst in Bree's mouth and her shock and surprise are instantaneous.
>However her retreat is refused, and she is given no choice but to accept every drop you pour out.
>"Don't spill it." Mirabelle commands.
>Bree closes her eyes and proceeds to do as directed, tightening her lips around you as you climax.
>Once your orgasm comes to an end, Mirabelle sits back and pulls Bree back by the shoulders.
>She cups her hand underneath Bree's chin and tilts her head back.
>"Now swallow." she says with the most sadistic tone you've ever heard from her.
>Bree once again does as she's told and dutifully drinks it down.
>Of course, watching Bree do that, rekindles your fire instantly, likely according to Mirabelle's plan.
>Once Bree is done ingesting, she holds a hand over her mouth.
>"How was it?" Mirabelle asks her.
>"I. I thought it was supposed to be bitter." Bree replies.
>"Yeah, be glad Anon likes to eat so much pineapple."
>You glance at the can of sliced pineapple that you left on your desk.
>Pineapple is good.
>"So are you ready for the main event Bree?" Mirabelle says next.
>"What? Me? I'm going first?" Bree asks.
>"Of course you are. Get the rest of that off." Mirabelle answers, already undoing her bra.
>Bree in turns follows suit, and unhooks her own bra.
>As she pulls it off and sets it to the side with the rest of her clothes then follows to do the same with her bottoms, you see them.
>Silver barbells.
>Pierced horizontally.
>Into her nipples.
>They look. Good. Like really good.
>Holy shit your monkey brain nuerons aren't just activating, they're supercharging.
>You're staring. And you know you're staring, but you can't seem to stop.
>Bree flexes her arms and squeezes her breasts together. She's got a bit more size up there than Mirabelle does.
>"I uh. Guess you like these, huh." Bree comments after noting your intense staring.
>"Mhm." you squeak, gaze never leaving those little bits of metal.
>If that swallow tactic hadn't gotten you back into fighting form, those things sure would have.
>Mirabelle sees your intense gaze and follows it to your point of interest.
>She looks intrigued but otherwise remains silent.
>"Alright, up you go Bree." Mirabelle ushers.
>So Bree moves up to your lap and straddles you.
>She sits there, unmoving, gaze cast down, staring at your Lil 'Non.
>She looks like she's mentally measuring how deep it's probably going to go.
>"Need some help?" Mirabelle asks.
>Bree shakes her head. "N-nope. I'll be fine. Just uh... Yeah."
>"It's just like one of your toys." Mirabelle chuckles.
>"It is not at all like one of those." Bree counters.
>Bree finally finds her courage and raises her hips.
>She positions herself above you, and slowly pushes you into her.
>However Mirabelle breathes deviousness and throws her hands on Bree's shoulders.
>With a bit of applied force, she drops Bree straight down and forces her to take your entire length at once.
>Bree squeals and her muscles tighten instantly.
>The loosening and contracting you feel must mean she was sitting at the edge of that for a while.
>Bree attempts to take deep breaths.
>"That was mean." you say to Mirabelle.
>"Sorry. Couldn't help myself." she says.
>That apology was not genuine at all.
>"You okay Bree?" you ask.
>"Oooohh, I'm s-sooo much better than okay." she says.
>Without another word she starts rocking her hips back and forth, slowly.
>Likely comparing the subtle intricacies and differences between the feeling of real dick and silicon.
>You momentarily wonder if any of her toys are human shaped or not, but you choose to leave that a mystery.
>With these slow exploratory movements that she's making, you can feel and compare the differences between Bree and Mirabelle.
>Mirabelle grips you tightly, likely due to the toning in her muscles via her athleticism, but Bree wraps around you firmly yet snugly.
>Her gentle movements contrast with Mirabelle's heated fervor.
>Even her moans elicit a different feeling when you hear them.
>"Feel good?" Mirabelle asks.
>"Yeah." both you and Bree comment, because she didn't specify who she was asking.
>"Well I'm glad you're both enjoying yourselves." Mirabelle says, with a slight poutiness.
>Well this was her idea, can't be upset now.
>Bree alters her position a bit and begins lifting her hips, then dropping them down.
>Still with those gracefully slow movements though.
>As she rides you, your eyes are once again drawn to those bits of metal she's got pierced into her nipples.
>You never would've guessed you had such a thing for pierced nipples. And you probably never would've learned had this not happened.
>You continue to watch her breasts bounce, focus squarely on her piercings.
>Until her face slowly invades your vision and approaches your own.
>She's inches away from your face before she's abruptly stopped.
>"Whoa hold on, can't let you do that." Mirabelle says quickly.
>What, so riding your dick is fine, but smooching is a no-no?
>"O-oh." Bree stutters. "S-sorry, didn't mean to do something forbidden."
>"Hm? What, no. I just mean that's my spot." Mirabelle corrects. "If you do that, I'm gonna be forgotten over here."
>She moves from where she is and comes closer to your head.
>"Anon's Anon isn't the only good part he's got." Mirabelle says as she throws a leg over you and positions herself above your face, facing Bree.
>She drops down and straddles your face, gently grinding her hips forward and back.
>"There we go. Now everybody gets a piece."
>Well, with Mirabelle promptly seated on your face, there's not much you can do, so you do what you can.
>Commence tongue action.
>"Keep going Bree, no stopping." Mirabelle comments.
>That reminds Bree of what she was initially doing before Mirabelle interjected.
>Her hip movements resume.
>So now you've got Mirabelle's warmth and wetness flooding your face, Bree's warmth and wetness meeting your manhood.
>The smell of sex, a bit of wet fur.
>And the moans, dear Lord the moans.
>Two sets of sultry sweet dulcet tones flooding your ears.
>There's a white furred peach dominating your eyesight at the moment, but other than that, all five senses are truly being satisfied.
>You reach your hands down and wrap one upward around Mirabelle's thigh, and place your other hand on Bree's thigh.
>Bree takes her hand and holds it over yours as she continues to bounce.
>And then Bree squeals again in shock and tightens up in what seems to be a climax.
>You can't tell why.
>But you hear Mirabelle say. "W-wow. Yeah, these, are p-pretty nice huh?"
>She must be commenting on Bree's piercings. Which means she's probably pinching Bree.
>"Maybe I should get some myself." she says.
>And immediately the thought of Mirabelle with the same type of piercings as Bree invades your mind.
>And your mind's eye likes what it sees.
>It likes it so much, that it sends a jolt of excitement to your member, causing it to pulse and throb with desire.
>Bree gasps from the sudden increase in bloodflow greatly emboldening your manhood, and her hip movements increase in speed.
>Your hand on her thigh still, you can feel her shaking.
>She's a shivering mess as she orgasms again and again, but she refuses to slow down.
>She must be just as sensitive as Mirabelle, if not more so.
>Mirabelle grinds against your face harder, so you double your efforts to bring her a climax as well.
>At the same time though, you can feel the dam ready to burst for yourself.
>You try to get words out, but your mouth is far too preoccupied to form anything coherent.
>You tap your hand against Bree's thigh in an effort to alert her.
>She however does not register the motion in the slightest.
>You repeat the action on Mirabelle. She either doesn't notice or doesn't care to admit that she notices.
>You raise your hands in a plea of mercy, but you think Mirabelle holds on to one and Bree grabs the other.
>Ah well, let it go, let it be.
>You unclench your muscles and let the blissful euphoria burst forth.
>Bree finally notices that, as you spill forth and fill her with the result of your climax.
>Her walls squeeze the last remnants from you, and she seems to collapse heavily down on your hips.
>"He came inside you didn't he?" Mirabelle asks knowingly.
>"U-uh huh." Bree answers with some difficulty. "Um. I, didn't t-take anything before we... Should I be worried?"
>"Nah." Mirabelle says. "Me and Anon do this all the time. But he'll give you the science talk later if you're still worried. "
>You give a thumbs up, since your mouth is still unavailable.
>"You better not be done yet Anon. It's my turn." Mirabelle says as she gets up.
>She lifts Bree from off your waist and scoots you over and off the bed.
>She flips Bree around quickly and surprisingly effortlessly and they take your place on the bed.
>Bree is now on her back with her legs pinned upward by Mirabelle's.
>Mirabelle is over her on her hands and knees.
>You've seen this position in porn. It's got a silly name, double something.
>Double Sunday? Whatever.
>Owing to your strengthened physiology and the fact that everything going on right now is sexy as fuck, you're up and ready to go again within mere moments.
>You grab Mirabelle's hips, line up and plunge into her.
>He reaction is swift and heavy.
>No need to start off slowly, you thrust with passion and frenzy.
>You run your hands up Mirabelle's back then back down to her hips.
>She moans loudly and slightly bucks her hips backwards to meet you.
>You continue in this way for a while before you realize that Bree probably isn't getting much attention.
>You bend to the side to look over Mirabelle's shoulder and.
>She doesn't seem all too put off by the lack of attention.
>In fact her attention is directly on Mirabelle. Her face to be precise.
>The pleasure in Mirabelle's face is apparent as she moans and coos with no reservation.
>Bree watches Mirabelle receive her pleasure in an almost enraptured state.
>She's probably asking herself if she had the same look on her face when it was her turn.
>She changes her gaze to look at you and notices you watching her.
>The look in her face swiftly changes from enraptured to pleading.
>Well well.
>You slow your thrusts to a stop.
>"Wh-why'd you stop?" Mirabelle asks.
>You quickly withdraw from her and place yourself against Bree.
>Mirabelle's confusion at your retreat is granted clarity as Bree lets out a moan as you enter her.
>"H-hey, it's supposed to be my turn." Mirabelle whines.
>"You put me in the position of power." you explain. "Now I get to decide whose turn it is."
>You continue to stroke up and down Mirabelle's back from her shoulders, all the way down to her ass, enjoying the feeling of her slightly dampening fur between your fingers.
>You thrust forward and back into Bree and listen to her moans of pleasure.
>But Mirabelle voices her need to receive.
>"Anon, c'mon. Give it back to me."
>Ask and ye shall receive. You pull out of Bree and thrust forward into Mirabelle, then reignite your piston pumping.
>Then Bree, ever the mimic, utilizes the same tactic Mirabelle did.
>"A-Anon please. I need it too."
>So you swap again.
>"Anon, don't. I was geting close."
>And you swap.
>"Anooon."
>Swap.
>While you're in Bree, you scratch the base of Mirabelle's tail like she enjoys.
>While you're in Mirabelle, you'll reach down and around to pinch and pull at Bree's pierced nipples
>Damn these things really are amazing.
>Back and forth between both you go. You're sure they've still managed a few climaxes between the two of them, even with your constant switching.
>But now it's your turn.
>The vastly different feelings of both girls coiling and stimulating around your intimate flesh has brought you to the end.
>With a few more final thrusts into Bree, you pull out, to her dismay and thrust into Mirabelle.
>With a singular thrust, you erupt and hit Mirabelle with one final wave of ecstasy.
>She loses strengh and practically collapses onto Bree.
>Likewise, you retreat backward and take a seat on your bed, facing the two of them.
>They're both currently a mass of sweat, fur, and sexual satisfaction.
>Threesome, aww yeah.
>Gotta admit, this did turn out to be pretty fun.
>You breathe a long and heavy sigh of satisfaction.
>Mirabelle catches it and one of her ears perk up.
>She sits up and looks at you over her shoulder.
>"I know you don't think we're done already?"
>"... Huh? We're not?" you ask.
>"Course not. Bree got two loads to my one. We have to have even numbers by the end or it's not fair."
>"I'd, also, like more please." Bree says between heavy breaths.
>... Hmm.
>Satisfying a near insatiable rabbit, and a horny doe. So much for fun, this is about to turn into hard labor.
>Hard labor indeed!
>The sun has almost set.
>You went through so many water bottles.
>But the deed is done.
>Never again.
>You're in your bed, basking in the afterglow.
>Bree was sexed to sleep and is currently cuddled into your left side.
>Mirabelle is wide awake and nestled into your right.
>Never would've guessed that your bed is big enough to comfortably sustain three people.
>You look at Mirabelle. "Enjoy yourself?"
>"Yes." she answers. "Did you?"
>You nod in the affirmative.
>"Good. Thanks for indulging us. Sorry I sprung that on you, I really should stop making decisions without consulting you first."
>"Eh, it's fine. It all ended well. We all had fun."
>She leans over and kisses your cheek. Before she asks. "Would you be up to do it again sometime?"
>You look over at her. "Thought you said it was a one time thing. Besides, even if I were up to it, might be difficult once we run away to college and leave Bree behind, don't ya think?"
>Mirabelle stares blankly at you, like she has information that you don't.
>"... What?" you ask.
>"Is now a bad time to tell you that Bree had been trying to get into Ligma U with us? And that she just got accepted?"
>You'd facepalm, but both your arms are trapped underneath cute anthro girls.
>These kind of crazy shenanigans are how kings are ruined.
>You sigh, then lean over and kiss Mirabelle.
>"Love you." you say.
>"Love you too." Mirabelle says back.
>"Love you guys." Bree somehow manages to mumble in her sleep.
>You and Mirabelle share a silent chuckle.
>This was fun.
>It was difficult, but fulfilling.
>As long as everyone's happy.
>Maybe some extra company every once in a blue moon might not be too bad. As long as it doesn't become a constant.
>Though it might end up killing you just as well.
>Oh well, you'll cross that bridge if you ever get to it.
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Author's Notes:
And of course, because I'm a degenerate, I have to undermine the serious tone I set in the main story by adding a threesome. I just couldn't help myself. Don't think too hard about it and just enjoy.
This marks the final piece I'll likely be doing for this series. Onto new things. Gonna take some time to myself and throw myself into the next one when I'm sufficiently energized. Probably won't need these notes at the end either, so this may be the last you see of me at the ends here, unless I have a drastic note to convey. But anyway. As always, let me know what you thought and take care. Until later.