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The Christian Girl's Guide to Demonic Sexual Indulgence

by pj wolf

The most intimidating thing about the large bovine wasn't their tall musclebound stature, the blood-red fur decrying their demonic nature, or the tall, ebon horns that ended in needle-sharp tips, thin enough to be lost in the darkness. It wasn't even the pendulous breasts, absurdly large yet perfectly shaped, or the large phallus that hung, black as night, between those thick legs. For the lanky rabbit that stood before this hellish creature of desire, the most intimidating thing was the mildly confused expression wrinkling the demon's muzzle. "What."

"I'm... pretty sure you heard me," said the relatively tiny rabbit, her heart beating wildly. By contrast, the bovine's head tilted very, very slightly. "I-I mean, you... you can do that, right?" she continued, staring up at the jet black eyes with those deep red irises.

The demon's large bosom rose and fell as they sighed, then rather theatrically sat down with loud thud. The rabbit squeaked, and frantically waved her arms. "Hey, careful! You'll break the floor!"

"Then maybe you shouldn't have summoned me somewhere with such a fragile floor. What is this, hardwood?" The demon glanced up and around. "Where are we, anyway?"

"Does it matter???"

"Might." The demon kicked lightly at the wall of the summoning circle. It rang like a bell. "Mind giving me some room?"

The rabbit hesitated, then scurried over to scuff part of the circle, breaking it. "Thank you," the demon said, and stretched. The stretching didn't seem sexual at all, and yet there was something about it the casual movement that had the rabbit squirm slightly, despite the jaw-cracking yawn that revealed teeth the likes of which no bovine normally possessed. "So... you're part of Trent's group. Jennifer, right?"

The rabbit froze. She had thought the long, dark brown robe she wore with the hood up would provide some anonymity. But then, she'd shown herself to demon before... what kind of memory would an infernal being have? Especially since she was pretty sure Trent had never said it around the demon. Which was the point, ultimately; however the demon gleaned her name, they didn't know how she preferred to be called. She swallowed. "Um, Jelly, please."

An eyebrow raised. "Jelly?" asked the demon cow, pulling one leg to tuck one hooved foot under their knee. It was an innocent gesture, but it disturbed the loincloth they had a penchant for wearing. Not that the fabric did anything to hide their oversized shaft, one the rabbit could smell even while it was at rest. Or maybe that was just... the demon themselves. "Why Jelly?"

"I... it doesn't matter," replied the rabbit, starting to feel an emotion other than awe and fear. "Maybe I like jelly, okay?"

One massive shoulder rolled upward. "Just curious." They propped up their chin with a fist, resting their elbow on their leg. "So. Why does a rabbit want a lust demon to possess her?"

The slight emphasis on "rabbit" helped Jelly gather what remained of her obstinance. "Because... because there's a party happening later tonight. And I wanna go."

"You need me to go to a party?"

"It's... it's a sex party! I mean... it's probably gonna be one. Trent... I joined his club at, uh, school. But not everybody can come to every meeting and this one... this is a thing that everybody can come to, generally. And he has them every now and then. He does... something as an ice breaker, and then everybody meets everyone else and... well, it goes late into the night. And--and..."

"So you want to lose your virginity there."

Jelly felt her face burn, but this strangely didn't stop her. "N-no, no. That's... already gone. But this is different. This is for me. Even when I joined this little group and started, like... learning things about myself. There's still something about myself that I've never known before, and how can I learn it if I don't experience it?"

"So you summoned a demon?"

"Because... because I'm not going to go if I can't force myself to go!" Jelly stomped her foot, her face and ears flushed. "I don't go to parties, much less parties like these! I'll never... I'll never experience this on my own! People like me don't go to parties!"

Both demonic eyebrows shot up. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I--well look at me!" Abruptly, Jelly scrunched up the robe and threw it off, then stripped herself bare before the demon. "Look at me! I mean... Look at you! You're... you're someone's dream! And me... if they even think of me..."

"I wouldn't sell yourself so short," the demon said, rearranging their legs with infuriating mildness. The loincloth had flopped to the side, letting another angle of that massive member show: a member that was starting to engorge as the bovine's eyes slid over the rabbit's form.

"Oh... you're a lust demon, aren't you? You're probably attracted to anything." Jelly moved to cover herself up, then bent to put back on her shirt. A gentle touch on her shoulder stopped her, and that massive hand - so delicate! - moved to lift her chin as the demonic gaze held her eyes.

"Yes. And no," the demon said. "But just because I'm attracted to a lot of different kinds of people doesn't mean I can't appreciate every individual."

Jelly blinked, arrested by the gentle, lustful gaze upon her along with the singular finger lifting her chin. Only when the demon pulled back was the rabbit able to speak again. "That's... flattering, but, um... you're a demon. No offense but, like... what even are your standards?"

A soft snort came from the demon, and after an eye roll, they beckoned the rabbit closer. Seeing the hesitation on her face, the bovine sighed dramatically. "If I was gonna steal your soul or pull your intestines out of your nose or whatever, I would have done that the moment you broke the circle. You trust me enough to do that but not get up close to me?" They beckoned again, shifting to spread their legs, and after a moment of further hesitation, the rabbit approached close enough for the demon to gently pull her into their lap.

Jelly found her head in between the demon's massive breasts, with an almost uncomfortably warm body surrounding her but still allowing plenty of avenue for escape. But then, consent had always been big with this particular demon. "There. I can feel you relaxing already," the demon rumbled, their hand sliding over Jelly's stomach, even as something twitched by the rabbit's leg.

"Anyway. Demonic standards differ, of course, with the demon. Not all of us are the same, just like not all mortals are. And yes, as a lust demon, my standards are probably broader than most other demons. Comes with the territory. But," and here, the large bovine turned their baleful red eyes with the pitch black sclera down on her, "you're imposing your mortal standards on immortal beings."

Jelly's ears wilted with the gentle rebuke. "...Sorry, Levna."

The massive hand came down and rubbed her head. "Apology accepted. I know you didn't mean to do so but I felt I had to point that out, regardless. Also, excuse the erection; he's got even broader standards than I do."

The rabbit swallowed and nodded, conscious of the warm, pulsing length growing at her side. "It's fine. That happens in the cuddle sessions sometimes."

Levna gave a lusty sigh. "And can I tell you that I'm so glad that Trent is encouraging cuddling among you folks? Anyway. Beside the point, which is this: You might think of yourself as... what, plain? Just skinny and unattractive? But that's you talking to yourself, and probably some of your mortal society imposing its standards of beauty on you. But I guarantee you that sexy is half attitude, and there's plenty to appreciate in your physical form. If you'll allow me to demonstrate...?"

Maybe it was the weird scent that hung around the demon (they said it was a bunch of different pheromones "with a touch of brimstone") but being this close was... relaxing. Despite (because?) the massive erection that was insisting on attention, and also those suffocatingly large (soft) breasts. But Jelly found herself nodding, even as she was aware of herself distancing responsibility on her own acceptance to Levna, even when she's seen the demon touch some of the others and the affect they had on mortals like her.

Still, the demon's touch remained gentle, starting on her shoulder, then moving down, sliding two fingers over her comparatively non-existent breast. "Did you know that people with smaller breasts tend to have more sensitive nipples?"

"Really?"

"Mm. Not really. But other mortals tend to focus on that area with smaller breasts." The fingers slid from the pectoral muscle itself until they lifted the curve, gently cupping it. And of course with the demon's fingers on the already large hand, they lifted pretty much all of her breast with just those two digits. "Even so, some folks prefer smaller ones, anyway. Easier to fit more in the mouth, I've heard it said."

"P-people have said that?"

Jelly felt her whole body flush, as if rising to meet the temperature of the demon surrounding her while said demon's fingers split to stroke around her areola. "Oh yeah," the demon said. "You know, I look like this by choice, since my physical form is more negotiable than you mortals'. Not every mortal likes the massive tits and dong, particularly in combination. But it gets the point across about what I am, and I think I look hot." The fingers closed and slid down Jelly's stomach. "But you. You came to a lust demon to... have a slutty time? At a party? Even though you're capable of doing this by yourself?"

"I-I'm n--"

A finger pressed itself to her nose, effectively covering her mouth. "I can see into your soul, and have a pretty good read of your desires. You want to go to this party. There is a part of you that deeply, deeply wants the end of the night to be you lying on the floor, covered in bodies, fluids, or both. But since you don't think you can, you want me to compel you."

At some point, Jelly had started trembling. At a loss for words, she simply nodded. The demon smirked in response. "Thought so. But you need to realize something, and that is I will only be pushing you past where your anxiety is stopping you. If you wanna do something, you're going to need to communicate that to me clearly and unambiguously."

Jelly's ears flattened against her head as she looked away from the demon. "Why can't you just... do it? You're gonna be possessing me anyway."

"I could, yeah, but I bet you'd have a better time if you gave your input. Because you want to embrace something you don't think you can without a push," the demon said, their expression softening. They raised a finger to lift her chin just a little, and the gray rabbit was struck for a moment at how those pitch black eyes could convey such sympathy. "Now, I can and will be that push for you, but you have to tell me where you want me to push. Otherwise, I'd be doing what I want, and not what you want."

"What if I want you to do whatever you want...?"

"No, you don't." The gentle reproach in Levna's gaze was belied by them stroking a finger over the rabbit's jaw, with their thumb tracing over her lips. "You want me to open the door, but you still have to walk through it." The thumb pulled down her lower lip, and Jelly found herself gently suckling on that thumb. "There's a good girl," the demon said, voice almost whispering, yet the rabbit could feel the rumble of the passage of air as it went through the demon's sternum, and something about it became unaccountably erotic. "I think you're ready for me to possess you now. So let's get ourselves to this party."

Jelly blinked and nodded, pulling her lips from the gently withdrawing thumb. "What do I have to do?"

"Just keep staring into my eyes. Just like that."

*-*-*

The party was already going when Jelly got there, and the rabbit kinda wished they'd arrived earlier. However, the two of them had to practice moving her body before leaving, because it had apparently been a while since the demon had done this. /Lust demons don't really possess mortals often. Most are too interested in our bodies. By design,/ they'd told her.

/I guess I want you for my body, then,/ Jelly remarked, and felt the demon gently shove her. From inside her body. Which was extremely weird.

Still, anxiety mixed poorly with anticipation as she ceded control to Levna to walk up the door to the off-campus house. Jelly hadn't felt this nervous in a long time, and was glad she didn't have to force herself to make this trip alone. Still, it was... odd to feel her body moving but not be the one consciously moving it, even as she knew that every step had her anxiety spike until she got to the door.

/Alright, we're stopping here for a bit,/ Levna told her. /Your heart is beating wildly and your thoughts are making it crowded in here./

"I'm sorry!" Jelly said out loud, then clapped her hands over her mouth. She switched to internal speech, another thing they had to practice. /I'm sorry. It's just... I've never done this before!/

/No you have not,/ the demon agreed amiably. /The anxiety is enough that I'm wondering if you really wanna go through with this, or maybe just go home and experience masturbating with, like, a possessed hand or something./

/A... possessed hand???/

/Oh, absolutely, kid. Why, sound like something you wanna try?/

/Isn't that just... masturbating, though?/

/Kinda, but you won't be in control. You feel like you're interested, so maybe we can try it later on. Plus, it's a simpler spell, less intensive than the full body possession. But now that you've calmed down a little, ready to give the doorbell a ring?/

Jelly started, then shook her head. "I guess that was a pretty good distraction."

/Trust me, kid, I know what I'm doing./ Jelly felt her left arm rise and pause on the button. /Remember the safe words?/

"Red for stop entirely, yellow for slowing down, green for go," the rabbit muttered, taking another breath to steady herself.

/Last chance to back out, kid. No yellows for the doorbell./

Jelly nodded. "Green," she said, and rang the doorbell.

The party... it seemed like other parties that Jelly had been to. Which was still anxiety-inducing, but Levna didn't kept her going when she would have turned tail and left. The demon eased her into some small talk with some people they guessed she knew best, particularly when those people called her over. Soon, she was chatting with Omar, a blonde tom cougar that she'd befriended over the course of the meetings with Trent's group, and one of the more outgoing horses, Charlie, who seemed to have adopted both her and Omar as extroverts sometimes do. From them, she learned that the party hadn't really started too long ago.

"Though honestly, I'm surprised you came, Jelly," Charlie said in her husky voice. "I thought you wouldn't be up for bigger parties like this."

"I, uh... well..."

/Oh no. I'm not helping you with this one. If you wanna tell them, tell them./

"I..." Thanks a lot, demon. "I, uh, got help."

"What kinda help?" Omar asked. "I mean, Charlie talked me into coming, and I probably would have left if I hadn't found her at the party already."

"Just... you know. Help."

Charlie blinked. "...is it drugs?"

"No! No, it's not drugs. I... where would I even find drugs? I'm not... I'm not high."

The cougar and horse shared a look. "Then what is it?" Omar asked.

"I... Look, I just... I just got a pep talk, you know?"

"From who? Was it Trent?" Charlie pressed.

"Well, I, uh, no. W-what I mean is--"

There was a clinking of something hitting a plastic cups. "Hey folks, can I get your attention?"

Oh, thank God, Jelly thought.

/Don't think He's here to save you from awkward conversation./

"Hey folks." Trent was standing on something, because it was definitely Trent who had quieted down the dull chatter. "I want to thank you all for coming, and for being willing to explore yourself and each other with me. That trust really means a lot to me, and I just want to make sure to reiterate the ground rules here. We're safe, sane, consensual. If someone says 'no', you respect that no, or you'll be removed from the party. If you don't feel safe from anyone, me inclusive, come get anybody wearing a white shirt, raise your hands, please so everybody knows who you are. Alright, thanks. They'll be keeping their clothes on and also working in shifts. Also, if you're feeling a little nervous, please try some of the punch, I hear it's pretty good! Also, there are rooms off to the side and also upstairs if you're looking for more private encounters, since I know some people are not up for public stuff, which is perfectly fine. Yeah, so... I think that's it...?" Trent looked behind himself, and someone said something to him. "Oh, yeah, uh, if you want something extra to get into the mood, come see me. Yeah, I think that's it! Have fun!"

Of her own accord, Jelly moved towards the refreshment table. If the punch was alcoholic, it sounded extremely good right now. The rabbit was curious about Levna's silence on the matter while she spooned some into a cup. The punch was... good. It certainly wasn't bad, but it made the rabbit frown as she tried to parse the things she was tasting, and the thing she definitely wasn't. "There's no alcohol in here," she said softly. "Tastes... kinda grassy...?"

"Oh yeah," said someone, startling her. It was one of the people in the white shirts, this one being a bear with a friendly demeanor. Jelly had seen him around once or twice in one of the group meetings Trent had lead. Nathan was his name? "The punch was my idea. Well, mine and Terri's. It's basically fruit punch, but it's also got some maca and damiana into it. You know, to help the mood along?"

"Oh," said Jelly, nodding and taking a sip. Maca sounded vaguely familiar but what in the heck was damiana?

/They're both aphrodisiacs,/ Levna answered helpfully, and the rabbit nearly choked. But then she had to go on. /You probably don't need them because you got me, but if it'll put you in a mood where you're less of a wallflower.../

"You alright?" Nathan asked, oblivious. Jelly waved off his concern, walking quickly away from the table and toward an empty bit of couch, her heart suddenly pounding.

/Not that anxiety has any rational basis, but you do realize that you're being scared of what 's supposed your goal tonight, right?/

/Yes, but... but I don't want to be pushed into it!/

/Aphrodisiacs ain't mind control agents/, the demon went on, /but they do help prime the body. Besides, you have me, remember? I'm not going to let you get into anything you aren't at least a little bit interested in./

/...Oh. Right./ It seemed at least a little absurd, but knowing that she was currently being possessed by a demon that also had clear rules about what was going to happen to her was... it took an edge off her anxiety, allowing her to take a deep breath.

/Feeling better?/

"I think so," Jelly said softly, taking another breath. Somebody was burning some incense, but probably also a mood-setting scent. It wasn't unpleasant, but the press of bodies rendered it firmly to background noise.

/So. Have a better handle on the party, then? Why not take a look around?/

Jelly did so, not having much else to do. Though the single room that they were in did seem a little crowded, it was a little less intimidating once she recognized people, some she knew better than others. Actually, now that she thought about it, everybody here was from one group or another that Trent had organized, including a few people from that first meeting with Levna themselves and the infernal sex education lesson they had given them all. That time, she'd been so scared... but it helped, that there were only three others aside from Trent, and the badger had taken care of the actual summoning.

/I remember your group. You were so scared it made me wonder about your desire to actually learn, but you did commit to the lesson./

And the follow up ones, Jelly thought, even finding one of the people she'd shared that first lesson with. He was another bear, big but the very epitome of gentle giant. His name was Quinton, as the rabbit recalled, but preferred going by Q. Seeing him naked was... something. There was some kind of natural, untrained strength to him, but his fur barely showed the muscle unless it was pulled in particular directions. Jelly could imagine feeling those hidden muscles while she watched him converse with someone else, then wave as that person giggled and left. Who would leave him alone like that?

/Why don't you go make out with him?/

That thought - those words! - were so jarring that Jelly's mind came to a screeching halt. If blood wasn't already rushing to her face and ears, she'd have shouted out loud if her throat wasn't so suddenly closed up. /W-what?!/

/Don't you wanna make out with him?/ the demon said again, unperturbed.

/I-I could never--/

/You could if you let yourself. You want to, because I can read your thoughts pretty clearly from in here. But I guess that's what you summoned me for, so if you'll just budge over.../ There was a shift inside her. Jelly couldn't quite tell what had happened or how, but the gray rabbit abruptly was a spectator in her own body, and observed herself throw back the remaining punch she had before placing the cup on the couch arm. /Let me show you what you can do,/ the demon said as they stood her up.

/Wait, wait!/

/I don't hear a safe word,/ the demon replied, though Jelly did notice that the demon had her body stretching itself out. /Do you really want me to stop?/

The rabbit started to answer, then couldn't. Her thoughts were a tumult, a frothing sea of answers which the demon could no doubt see. Still, there was part of her--the part of her that had felt desperate enough to summon the demon in the first place--that really did want to toss those inhibitions to the side and see what may come of it. But that was scary, so she gave no answer.

But Levna wasn't having that. /Stop light./

That was the demon forcing an answer. Her heart was pounding. But before the demon could prompt her again, an answer slipped out. /Green./

Levna cracked her neck and took over. The walk was the first thing that Jelly noticed; she didn't think of herself as having much in the way of hips or butt, but the demon had reassured her that there was enough to work with. And while they had her swinging her hips more than she would ordinarily, it wasn't by much. Yet, even that little bit, a more subtle movement that she probably wouldn't have noticed herself had she not been inhabiting the body that was doing it, she started to feel the eyes of others upon her.

The rabbit wanted to cringe away, to stop, to avoid the judgment she could see others start to have as they noticed her. But Levna not only prevented her from sneaking back to the couch or out the door, they kept her walking toward the bear who glanced at her and kept looking. Having captured his gaze, Levna tilted Jelly's head down just a touch, and brought a slight smile on to her lips. The demon even had her fingerwave to the bear, receiving a tentative motion in response before she finally arrived.

/Wait, wait, are you sure about this?/ Jelly said, panicked.

/Are you sure you aren't?/ the demon replied.

"Uh, hey there," said the bear, sitting up a little straighter. He seemed... flustered? (/He is,/ the demon reassured her.) "Jelly, right?"

Jelly's body nodded for her. "And you're Q. From our little introductory classes together." Then her head tilted. "We saw a lot of each other those days, didn't we?"

/We did?!/

/I did, and it's not like you were walled off from each other. The lust in that room was thick and none of it was my fault./

/What???/

"Yeah, heh. That was kinda wild, wasn't it?" The bear smiled wider, scratching briefly at the back of his head.

Jelly made a non-committal noise. "I remember that you were trying not to look at me too much when the demon was getting us to pleasure ourselves," said the demon through her mouth.

/He did?/ This was happening too quickly.

/Why do you think I asked you if you wanted to make out with him? Like I said, I remember that day, and that boy was eye fucking you pretty hard. You probably would have noticed if you weren't so anxious and trying to relax./

The bear's ears flushed. "Uh... well, yeah. I hope that didn't bother you...?"

The rabbit's head shook, then Levna placed one of Jelly's hands lightly on the bear's bicep, the one holding his cup. "I was more wondering if you wanted to do some more exploration. Hands on." The hand moved to the bear's wrist, holding on tighter as the demon pushed Jelly's face towards Q's. Who was lowering his head to meet them.

"S-sure..." muttered the bear. Wait, they were gonna do this here? Out in the open?

/Yellow, yellow!/

Smoothly, Jelly's lips shifted to the side, leaning further into the bear and whispering into his ear. "Let's find somewhere more private, mm?"

"I... sure." Jelly noted the demon had her take Q's hand, glancing back at him with a raised eyebrow. The bear threw back his drink and dropped the empty cup on a table as he quickly caught up, a goofy smile on his face.

/I'm really doing this.../

/Stop light?/ the demon suggested, detecting the note of hesitance. The three of them were still gently pushing through the party, but nearing the previously indicated private rooms.

/I-- yell-- no, green./

/Pick one./

/Green,/ thought Jelly with less confidence and more trepidation, but... she did want to see where the demon was going to take her, to take them both. After all, the bear didn't know that she was possessed right now.

But maybe it was the vibe of the party; as singularly focused as Levna was on getting to the rooms now that the rabbit had given her explicit permission, Jelly couldn't help but catch a few widened grins and cup salutes, as well as a few whispers. They were talking... about her. And that was scary, but it seemed that people were more surprised than anything else. The words were all blending together in one great bit conversational slurry that seemed to die down when Jelly was confronted with an opening door. Then she was pushing it closed by backing into it, leaving herself alone with Q. With Quinton.

There was a smell in the air. Something was quite aroused, and Jelly belatedly realized it was her. The bear could no doubt smell her, too, but the two of them did nothing but stare at one another, panting before the demon took matters into her hands and yanked Quinton forward into a kiss.

Jelly's first time had been a bit of a mess. Neither her nor Jared, a fellow rabbit, knew what they were doing. Their awkward ardor was only fueled by a rebellious spirit and a few half-remembered instructions from a teacher their university would never sanction, demonic origins aside. She reasoned she liked Jared well enough, but the casual throwing away of her virginity to someone she had no plans on marrying was the thing that had given her the biggest thrill, a feeling that faded in the intervening days. It was convenient that Jared graduated, since their attempts at dating didn't go very well.

Quinton was different. Where Jared and her had almost been of height, Levna had to pull the bear's head down to kiss him, and the difference in their muzzles would have overwhelmed Jelly had Levna's superior skill accepted and accommodated Q's enormous tongue.

The bear was the one who pulled away first, leaving Jelly to surface from what seemed to be a deep pool. They were both panting, but his hands were on her shoulders and the small of her back, almost scooping her into him. Hers were placed on his arm and on his side, her body open to him. "Wow," he whispered.

"Yeah," Jelly said back.

"Um," began the bear, swallowing. "You... wanna keep going?"

"I think I do," she told him, grinning a little. It was about halfway to the bed when Jelly realized that she was moving under her own power, and this just made her blush more.

It was fortunate that Levna was present, even when it felt like she was being leered upon by someone from behind her own eyes. The big bear was big in a lot of ways, and when Jelly wasn't quite up to getting the monster in the bear's pants into her, Levna was there with suggestions and a very unique sort of instruction where the demon moved her body for her, then had her imitate the motion as they sought to please the bear and use the bear to please Jelly. She felt a bit braver about fitting the bear's cock into her mouth, but mostly got a sore jaw for her efforts. Q's tongue, though clumsy, felt wonderful when it was put to work in her pussy and a little bit at her butt. Their respective orgasms caught them by surprise; the rabbit was concentrating so hard at not giving into Quinton's tongue that she felt her mouth suddenly fill with the savory, somewhat bitter seed from the bear. Her own came after a brief moment of rest, when she discovered she was still pretty keyed up.

"Gotta admit, Jelly, I didn't think you had that in you," said the bear while they were cuddling, a few minutes after some cleaning with some handy towels, probably laid out for that purpose.

The rabbit laughed nervously. "I'm not sure I did." Levna shot her a raised eyebrow, and she mentally batted the demon away.

Q grinned back, then let it fade. "...Did you wanna go back out there?"

Jelly's ears folded against her head. "Is... it bad that I do?"

"I... well, no, but... well. I guess I'm not sure what to expect at these kinda parties."

"Well." Jelly found herself stroking the bear's chest. "Maybe you can call me after?"

/What?/ thought the rabbit at Levna, who had inserted that last sentence into her mouth.

/Maybe there's something here. Maybe it's just closeness from having sex. But I figure if you two wanna talk about what you might be to one another, this ain't the place to do it. But let him call you./

/I... well. Yeah. That's... that's a good idea./

/That, and you're so much of a secret freak that maybe it's a good idea to set expectations now./

"I... I think I'd like that," the bear said before seeing Jelly cringe. "Unless you wouldn't?"

"No no, no, I'd like that too! Honest. Just, uh. I'm... discovering things about myself. That's... that's part of the reason why I came tonight."

"Nothing bad, I hope?"

"Well..." Jelly faltered, and Levna picked up the baton. "It led me to you. So I don't think that's too bad," the demon said through her, then nudged her up to kiss the side of the bear's muzzle.

"Well I don't happen to think so, so..." said Q, and the two shared a laugh before getting dressed.

*-*-*

Even though the big bear left the room in front of her, Jelly still felt like the eyes of everybody were on her when she did. To be sure, there were some whooping, and the rabbit's ears immediately flattened against her head while various people toasted her and Quinton, but the attention made her want to bolt because she'd just had sex with someone and other people knew about it when Levna abruptly assumed control again.

/Wanna know a good way to brush off that attention?/

/Please./

The demon had her run her hand over her head and shake her ears back before lifting them. They took one step, then another, again swaying her hips and fixing that sultry smile she'd used on Q beforehand. There was more whooping, and it seemed louder, but it tailed off pretty quickly after that.

/How is leaning into it better?/ Jelly whined, wanting deeply to cover her face with her ears.

/1. Fake it 'til you make it and 2. If you lean into it, see these people celebrating you instead of making fun of you or learning something embarrassing about you, then you'll feel better about it and it'll stop bothering you so much,/ the demon said calmly. /Besides, acting sexy is fun. You're enjoying it./

Jelly was about to answer with some asperity but then she paused and actually thought about it. Her heart was pounding, yes, but that feeling in her spine was... excitement? It wasn't just fear or anxiety. Something about this was making her feel... different. Still, she was glad when the attention seemed to shift back to the party at large while Levna steered her over to the punch bowl again, getting her a cup of the herbal punch to nurse.

She wasn't alone for very long when Trent sidled up to her. The badger hadn't changed much; still a bit pudgy, but it made him look comforting rather than incredibly sexy. Which, Jelly abruptly realized, she found him. It was odd that the badger that basically led them all on this journey of self-discovery under restrictive conditions (and either without the knowledge of the staff or with someone on staff running interference) seemed so unassuming otherwise. But considering the story he told about his own sexual discovery and its demonic origins... maybe that was the thing?

"Hey, Jelly," the badger said. "Glad you're here. Also I didn't exactly expect you to open things, but thanks for that?"

"What?" said the rabbit, feeling blood rush to her ears and face again.

"Well, thanks to you, things are starting to pick up, which I'm happy about. I guess I just wanted someone to open up a bit, but I'm also hoping that if you need anything to, like, recover, then I can help you. I was actually really surprised that it was you that did that kinda thing, since... well, you were pretty shy during that initial lesson."

"I, uh. W-well I really wanted... wanted to go to the party."

Trent laughed softly. "And how. Anyway, if you need something to relax or even rev you up again, I..." The badger's words tailed off as he frowned, staring into Jelly's eyes. "...Well. That explains a few things."

"What?"

/He sees me/ said the demon, while at the same time Trent said "Hey, Levna."

/I'll take it from here, kid./ "Hey back. Sorry I couldn't respond to your summons, I got occupied."

"So you did. Jelly asked for this?"

Levna rolled the rabbit's eyes. "Kid, you know how I am about consent."

The badger chuckled softly and held up his hands. "More surprised she did. Guess she was paying attention when I did the ritual. But since you're here... do you think you can give me a tiny boost for a suggestion spell I wanted to cast? It's for the party."

/Hey, do you mind if I help him out?/

/What do you need my permission for?/

/Because I'd be using your body at least as a conduit to transfer some energy to him. It's... gonna feel some kinda way, and I wanted to both warn you and make sure you're okay with it./

/...what do you have to do?/

Jelly caught some demonic hesitation, then the next words came out with some slyness attached to them. /Do you want me to tell you or do you want me to show you?/

/...show me./

/You're gonna love this./ "Alright. Got Jelly's permission. C'mere, kid."

Trent bent closer, and Jelly realized rather belatedly that she was going to be kissing the badger. Her anxiety spiked again, but there was definitely a part of her that wasn't being puppetted by the demon that was wrapping her arms around the badger's head and pulling him in.

Because of the very recent actions she'd done, she found herself comparing the kiss to the one she had with Q. Not being a bear, Trent wasn't as massive, but he was still taller than her. Being closer in height as well as general mouth shape meant that their lips melded together better, and she didn't have to lean quite so hard on borrowed memories of kissing from the demon. And that would have made her body blush enough, but in addition there was something being transferred from her (or the demon inside her?) to him, and the sensation added an almost undefinable something to the kiss that had her shaking with how erotic it was becoming.

Trent broke the kiss and Jelly was panting, her eyes dilated. "You alright, there?" the badger asked, brushing a thumb over her cheek.

"Y-yeah. Um." Levna took over again. "Sorry kid, she wasn't prepared for that," the demon said, then grinned with her mouth.

"Naughty," said Trent with a grin.

"Demon," replied Levna, unrepentant. "Now--"

Whatever they were gonna say was lost when there was a thump. Trent turned, and Jelly moved her head to look around the badger's bulk and... found herself blushing more. The two people weren't... quite making out. But they were desperately horny, and the immediate area flooded with their aroused scent. As the ram dipped his head to start doing something to the brown furred goat's neck, Jelly recognized Molly Mae. They shared a few credits together and would have been friendly enough if they didn't end up additionally sharing their illicit classes with Trent's group. The friendship gained another dimension when they found one another, and Molly was the one who invited Jelly. The gray rabbit never did get a chance to say hi yet and now Molly was... occupied.

Assuming this... creature was Molly. She looked like Molly, but this wanton being of desire wasn't acting like her. Whatever she was, she bleated her passion to the room at large, unconcerned of the attention her shameless noises were bringing. When the ram tugged her shirt up and off her body, Molly surrendered to it willingly, pulling the ram back into another kiss before unhooking her bra and letting her breasts spill free.

Jelly backpedaled to give the two frantic lovers more space, but couldn't look away. She'd seen the goat naked before, enough to recognize the patch of white fur across her stomach. She even had the kind of body that Jelly knew the boys raved over, a curvy frame that the rabbit herself had once spent a happy evening napping on. Yet, this creature who inhabited Molly's fur was dragging the ram's pants down - in public! - and practically jumped on the gleaming spire that was briefly revealed.

There was sex happening in front of her. People were definitely paying attention, but when she could tear her eyes off the amorous couple, she could see other people starting to touch one another as well. Things... things were definitely starting to Happen with a capital H. And yet, Levna tugged at her attention, and she found her head drawn in one particular direction. There was a rat with brown fur that was watching the action, but was also looking at the crowd's reaction. And while she was staring at him, he looked back.

/Smile at him,/ said Levna abruptly.

/What?/

But the demon would only repeat themself, adding /And give him a little wave./

Mystified, the rabbit did. It felt extremely awkward, but maybe she was feeling a little something coming from the rat? Maybe? And how would she know...?

/You're picking up more than you think you are. Look at him, he's smiling back. Now, glance towards the two having sex, then look back at him and raise an eyebrow./

/What... am I asking him?/

/If he's interested in doing what they're doing with you./

As typical, Jelly's first reaction was to be flustered. But then, was she interested...? Trent's classes did emphasize discussions, particularly after they'd all acquired some 'demonic' knowledge about their own bodies. Among themselves and without a demon leering over them, some of them had been able to admit latent feelings about those of the same gender... and some more had found it a safe enough space to admit questioning their own gender. Paul, as she recalled the rat's name, was one of those who said that he'd experienced attraction toward other men, but it was it an exclusive thing? But then, going by the flush that seemed to appear on the rat's ears, along with the widened eyes he shot back at her, maybe it wasn't.

At Levna's urging, Jelly beckoned Paul over. Which again caused her to flush because she was basically asking for sex. Especially since Molly Mae had wrapped her legs entirely around the ram's waist, holding on for dear life as the ram, well, rammed into her. It seemed like every thrust was rolling through the crowd, as when Jelly was able to tear her eyes from the couple, it seemed others were pairing or even trioing off with amorous intentions.

"Jenny? No, Jelly, right?"

The rabbit started as Paul had closed enough to speak. The rat was quieter than she had given him credit for. "Uh, yeah. Jelly. And you're Paul, right? We met during a few of those discussions."

"Yeah, yeah. So, uh. You wanna..." Paul trailed off, glancing at the rutting goat and ram. "...Yeah?"

Jelly didn't had never put herself in so many situations that had as many blushing opportunities before in her life. "Uh. Y-yeah."

"Do... you mind if someone else comes along?"

"What? Who?"

And here she realized that Paul had been holding someone else's hand, and had brought that person - another rat, gray furred like her - closer. "Uh, you remember Kenny, right? Well... Kenny's my boyfriend now, but he's always wanted... well... to do a girl while I'm doing him. You okay with that?"

Something in the pit of Jelly's stomach squeezed. "I... yeah. Yes. Yes I am."

It turned out that Kenny was a bit more shy than Jelly was, but had his boyfriend to act as his Levna. But it was still something she wasn't quite as prepared to grapple with as the fact that they--or at least one of them--was interested in doing her while they did each other. It was something that was outside of her experience and in a darker corner of her imagination, not something casually admitted to. Levna had already gleaned the more censored parts of her libido, and whatever the bovine demon had picked up from being in her mind meant that maybe they'd manipulated this situation somehow. Levna wouldn't admit to it, replying with a /Lucky guess/ when asked.

When they'd gotten to another, different private room than the one Jelly had used earlier, Kenny had proved to feel safe enough to be the aggressor. He'd asked permission to kiss the rabbit, and then proceeded to do so with a fervor that felt gentle as well as fierce. The mix was alluring enough that Jelly didn't feel like she needed Levna to help spur her along, and therefore leaned on the body memories the demon had already given her to kiss back.

But then she felt disoriented as she felt herself pulling away from the kiss, placing a single finger on Kenny's lips when he went to start it back up again. "So how do you boys wanna do this?" Levna asked through her.

"Well... uh." Jelly realized that Kenny's hands were on her butt, while Paul was taking off his shirt. The rat looked back at his boyfriend, and Paul smiled.

"I hope you don't mind if we tease Kenny here?" the brown rat said, and then Kenny jumped as Paul slapped his ass.

"No argument here," Levna said, and Jelly panicked.

/I don't know how to do that!/

/But this is what you have me for, isn't it?/ the demon replied. /Don't worry, I got this. Just sit back and learn something./

*-*-*

The next couple hours were... educational. And unaccountably erotic. New language filtered out to Jelly: top and bottom, dominant and submissive, and how the two sets of terms could be used in combination. That, along with how to tease a guy, and the thrill she apparently got from biting on Kenny's chest until the rat was squirming while he was busy dealing with his boyfriend's eager thrusting into his mouth.

The rabbit gleaned a few more oral skills from the demon's tutelage, and found out a few more things about herself. Like how she might be into "having her butt fucked", something that Levna cautioned should be approached with preparation even as they used magic to skip those steps and tug the gray-furred rat on top of Jelly's body, jamming his cock into her backside.

Jelly barely had time to contemplate the feeling of that when Kenny's face screwed up, and Paul loomed over the other rat, tugging him backward with a hand clamped on the gray rat's shoulder. Then, it was the visual, audio feast of having Paul thrust into her through Kenny. While unsure if she was into anal sex, she was quite surprised to have an orgasm sweep through her, and moreso to find that the orgasm didn't drain her energy but almost give her a boost while the two rats raced to catch up.

She was still reckoning with those notions, leaving the two rats to make slower love to one another, when she stepped out of the room to a full blown orgy. And she barely comprehended that when someone tugged at her. It was Molly Mae, looking slightly winded but with her legs spread, her other hand pressing a boar's mouth into her pussy. Levna allowed her to be swept into the whirlwind, only discovering when the boar came up for air that she was a girl.

The touch of another woman was a revelation, an avenue to sex that was familiar and completely alien. Her tongue got a work out when Molly demanded--without words--that she eat her out too. Her tongue pressed into the needy goat while she held another head, the boar from before, to her rump. It was tiring, difficult work, but more manageable with Levna either on her shoulder or directly controlling her body to guide her.

Somewhere along the way her pants went missing. Jelly only noted their absence in passing while she followed her desires to more warm bodies. She only had enough presence of mind to know that it was her wanting more, and not the demon. But then, Levna was an enthusiastic cheerleader.

It felt dangerous, the way she drifted off, conscious of her body being wrung of pleasure but disconnected from it all the same. She'd ceded more and more control to the demon, if only to keep this wonderfully floaty sensation going, and became one with the heaving bodies that decorated the house.

Jelly only snapped from the cloud when she felt something dig into her hip. It felt like claws or long nails. She closed her mouth, coughed, then realized abruptly that her mouth had some fluid in it and swallowed. She felt both enervated and energized, and also realized that she couldn't move her head. Slowly, the rest of the rabbit's body reported in, which is how she found herself gripping onto a deer she wasn't sure she knew but had a magnificent rack of antlers. That, and she couldn't move her head because Trent was holding her in place.

"You want another one, Jelly?" the badger said, his voice rough. He thrust, and that sent a burst of pleasure along already filled pathways. She was trapped, deliciously so, between Trent and this deer, both of them fucking her with disheveled motions. When the rabbit tried to answer the question, she found her mouth slow to respond, and taken over by a moan as the badger ground into her from behind.

"W-wh... one more...!" she said. Where was Levna?

/Here. Welcome back./

/Where did you go? What happened to me?/ Her eyes were unfocused, so she didn't see the penis bumping into her lips until it did. Obediently she opened, and tasted rat. It was Kenny, the gray furred rat's hand sliding over her head and holding her close as he began to use her mouth like the other two were using her holes. But then Kenny drew back, thrusting himself at Trent's face. Shockingly, the badger enthusiastically accepted the overture and had to balance sucking Kenny while still thrusting into Jelly.

/You went off to subspace there, missy. Have a fun trip? Don't worry, I kept you safe, and kept you going./

It certainly felt like that. Jelly stroked over the deer's arms, dragging furrows in the short brown fur, with the deer bucking upward in response. But she felt... used. Wonderfully used, and there were streaks of what was probably seed on and within her, some drying while others were jostled loose by the thrusting her body endured. She felt...

/Good?/

/...fantastic. But I'm going to be sore in the morning, aren't I?/ The rat pulled out of Trent's mouth and pushed back into Jelly's, and the rabbit ended up whining.

/Less than you think because you got a demon riding you. But if you did this without me, or magic? Absolutely./

Kenny's breathing hitched, and part of Jelly recognized it. She knew enough to press her tongue against the rat's cock, just below the head, and was rewarded by spurts of warm fluid splattering into her mouth. The flavor was familiar and different, and it rolled over her taste buds until she swallowed it, shivering either because of that sensation of drinking down someone's cum or the fact that the two males were still giving it to her.

She almost drifted off right there, but forced herself to stay present as she fell forward onto the deer. He grunted, but grabbed the rabbit's head and pushed her into a kiss as well, his broad tongue seeming to seek out what remains of the sexual juices in and around her mouth. Jelly widened her eyes at this, then lowered them as the combined pleasures from her body's lower regions threatened to overwhelm her senses again.

/Did you do this...?/

/Nah,/ the demon answered flippantly. /At least, not directly? At some point or another, Trent had cast a libido spell on everybody, but that was more to keep the party goin' than anything else. We're just past the point in the orgy where things get loose, and people find themselves doing things that they wouldn't normally do. Plus, you're all a bunch of repressed, recovering fundies; always the best ones to let loose in my expert opinion./

/Repressed... you're saying Christians get like this?!/

/Not all Christians. Some of you actually have healthy sex lives. But all of you are young, dumb, and fulla cum, fighting against your parents and your cult's ideas of what kind of sex you should be having and when. It's great!/

The part of the rabbit that wasn't moaning into the deer's mouth paused. /So we're just... pawns?/

/Not like that,/ Levna said, dismissively. /Sorry, I'm gorging myself here on all this lust. Look, I have made it a habit not to lie to you folks, so believe me when I'm telling you that none of you are going to Hell for this. Strictly. Unless you wanna, in which case I'd gladly take your souls and probably have you do something like this for the rest of eternity. My point is... enjoy this. Those heavenly types were never much for overindulgence, but their lines are weird or maybe I just don't understand them because I'm a demon. But every now and then? Having an orgy? Among friends? Yeah, that's fine./

Jelly thought about this for a moment. But the moment ended when her body crested, and she broke from the eager kissing to moan out the climax, feeling the deer slowing down after he spent himself and Trent speeding up to match the other two. When the badger released, it was slopping another dose of serotonin onto an already blissed out body, one that was barely able to move with the deer as he shifted the three of them to their sides.

/One more?/ Levna asked.

/Maybe,/ Jelly replied, a goofy smile on her face.

*-*-*

Jelly woke up. She was propped up on a couch, with a towel covering her torso and a bit of her legs. Also, she felt sore and dirty in the best, most indulgent way as she stretched and sat up. "Good morning...?" she said softly. The rabbit didn't get an answer immediately, neither from the deer on the couch next to her, or from just about anybody else she could see because they were all still fast asleep. Levna, however, answered with an impression of a thumbs up, and Jelly briefly retreated to see the demon within her sporting a distended stomach as opposed to their usual washboard abs.

/I guess even demons can overindulge?/

/Are you kidding?/ Levna sat up in whatever liminal space there was inside Jelly, and belched. /'Scuze me. But yeah, demons over do it all the time. Half the reason I'm around you kids is the potential for this, heh./

For whatever reason, the rabbit found this endearing as she got to her feet, hunting around the myriad asleep bodies for her clothes. It didn't take as long as she expected, and luckily there didn't seem to be many stray fluids on them, either. So they came with her as she went a bathroom, found a shower, and stepped in.

The hot water felt heavenly. As the steam fogged up the mirrors, Jelly took the time to both scrub the dried semen from her fur and... touch herself. She was certainly sore, but her head was so full from last night that even moving in a certain way brought back impressions. Jelly couldn't resist, even finding her fingers straying toward her rump.

/Uh oh, what have I created?/

Jelly took a quick glance within herself, and finally felt embarrassment roll over her at the bovine demon's grin. /Don't stop on my account,/ they said, and Jelly felt the queer sensation of a phantom hand over her own, pressing two of her soapy fingers through her back door. Another phantom hand held her steady by her stomach, and the heat of the demon's presence was felt even over the hot shower.

/W-what are you...?/

/Stop light./

The invocation of the safe word hitched Jelly's breathing. Something... something was going to happen. "Green," she breathed softly.

The demonic touch didn't intensify. It did grow a little warmer, and the rabbit felt the hands shift upward. Jelly remembered seeing those massive, infernal hands, and picturing them cup her breasts - which they seemed to be doing - made them feel sore, something almost immediately soothed by the heat. It was first one, than the other, and all the while she was gently encouraged to keep fingering her ass and feel herself clench all over from the intimacy of what would seem to be masturbation to any outside observers.

The feeling of a broad tongue licking over the back of an ear made her shiver, a tiny moan escaping her into the moist air. The demon turned her, pressing her chest against the wall. Their hands had largely left Jelly's body, and she was trying to figure out what was coming next when she felt that same broad tongue lick from her sex to the base of her tail, the rabbit's eyes nearly popping out of her head at thrill that one move had given her.

And then the bovine demon did it again.

Jelly remembered being eaten out several times last night. That cute boar was the one who spent the most time between her legs, and the dampness of the coarse fur about her lips told Jelly that she did a lot of that during the orgy. Assuming she was the most practiced, she had probably been the best of the many mouths and tongues that swept over Jelly's nether regions. Whatever the demon was doing, though, immediately had her biting on her finger to muffle the unseemly noises that were coming from her. Something was flowing into her from the bovine, but it was hard to tell if that was just the demon's tongue or finger or something else entirely. It didn't help that they seemed to know all the myriad ways of getting Jelly to peak, and hit some combination of them in ways that the rabbit couldn't predict.

It was only when her legs had been reduced to her nick name that Levna relented, holding her up invisibly against the wall while they finished cleaning her themself. And when the demon finished, Jelly could stand again. Stand, and noticed that she was different.

/Don't panic, but yes, your bra is definitely too small for you now./

"You..."

/Made your tits bigger, yeah. And your ass. Not a whole lot bigger, but... yeah. You like 'em?/

Jelly turned off the water, because she'd definitely lost track of time and it was no longer as hot as it was when she got in the shower. Her hands caressed over the now much more noticeable mounds on her chest, then glancing back at how much her butt had filled out around her tail. "I think I do," breathed the rabbit. And yet, something bugged her a little bit. "But why...?"

/I think what you got is mostly a confidence problem. Even after last night, and all the sex you had, I feel that metaphorical monster of anxiety just gnawing at you. So... I got a bunch of leftover power from your indulgence, and I gave a bit to you. I think you'll appreciate it, too./

"I... I do." Jelly looked at her behind, and gave it a bit of a smack. It jiggled, and a giggle burst out of her before she could stop it. "I... I have an ass!"

The phantom hand - Levna's hand - spanked her, and she yelped. /You have more of an ass./

The rabbit blinked, then started laughing.

*-*-*

"Omar, you seen Jelly anywhere?" Charlie asked, drawing the mountain lion's attention. "I had a project with her and I haven't been able to get in contact with her for a few days."

"Really? I've been talking to her online. Sporadically, but still." Omar reshouldered his backpack as Charlie caught up with him. The horse did look worried, but it cleared up as he remembered something. "Oh right. Her phone screen broke and she was having it replaced, so that was probably it."

"Oh. Well still, she should try to--" There was a buzzing noise, and Charlie pulled out her phone. "Ah, yeah, here she is. And she's apologizing for not keeping in touch... and wants to meet us in the library?"

"Us?"

"Yeah." The horse showed him her screen, and there was an explicit invitation for him as well. "Huh. That's... weird, but I got some free time. Maybe she wants to apologize for ditching us at the party?"

Charlie smirked. "You didn't hear? Apparently Jelly was really busy at that party." Both of Omar's eyebrows shot up, and the horse giggled. "Yeah, I know. Shy Jelly, right? Maybe it was someone else but let's go see what she wants." With a shrug, Omar followed her as she typed out a message to Jelly while walking. "Though I gotta know what was up with her." A beat, then "You think she took some drugs?"

"Goodness gracious, Charlie, really?"

"It could've happened! You smell anything on her?"

"You're the one with the nose!"

"Yeah, I didn't either." The roan horse's phone vibrated again, and she typed out another response before tucking it in her bag. "Though after Molly Mae, it was kinda hard to smell anything else."

The sensory memory hit Omar like a truck, and he almost tripped over his feet. Charlie grabbed his arm. "You ok, there?" she asked, concern in her voice.

"Y-yeah. Just, uh..." Molly Mae getting slammed against a wall, then the voluptuous goat jumping on Eddie's penis in the middle of the party was... memorable. "That... that really happened, didn't it?"

"It did." Grinning, Charlie moved her hand to the cougar's opposite shoulder, grabbing and tugging him close to her as they neared the library. "No regrets?"

Omar looked up into Charlie's face. She was still smiling, but her eyes were sober, questioning. The cougar inhaled, then let it out. "No regrets. I'm glad we, uh... you know. Just... I can't believe that it... happened."

Charlie let that lie for a few minutes as they approached the library. "Well," she said, her voice low, "Bet you didn't think you'd see a real, live demon, either."

That startled a laugh from the cougar, who suffered himself to be hugged. "Okay, okay, fair."

Just then, his phone, Charlie's phone, and what sounded like a third phone went off. Omar pulled out his phone, but looked behind him and jumped. "Jeez, Q. You are quiet."

"Or you aren't paying attention?" The big bear grinned sheepishly while pulling his phone out. "Sorry."

"It's fine, it's fine. Whatcha up to?"

"I think he's here for the same reason we are," Charlie said, drawing the other two's attention. "Check your phones."

Omar had a new group text, and it had his, Charlie's, and another number he didn't know. It was from Jelly, and said Meet me in the second floor study room, last one on the left. When he looked up, he saw matching quizzical expressions on the bear's and horse's face. "You... two wanna go see what she wants?" Charlie asked.

The walk up to the study room felt ominous for some reason that Omar couldn't pin down. For the most part, he had to keep his tail from lashing too hard while he followed Charlie to the room, the big bear a looming shadow behind. The study rooms were in a back corner of the library, and the blinds were down. Charlie glanced at the other two before opening the door, stopping in surprise at what she saw. "Are the other two with you?" came Jelly's voice. "Come in, come in, quick!" And Charlie walked in, silently, which alarmed Omar. Glancing at the bear, he followed the horse and then saw what had rendered her speechless.

The rabbit inside wasn't Jelly. It couldn't be her. Jelly was a skinny thing, an understated female. Her clothes tended to be baggy, but the few times she wore a dress or a skirt and blouse were, for Omar, arresting. But this... vision before him... she wore denim short shorts that barely restrained her butt, and had on a shirt with a neckline that plunged so far, it practically showed off her nipples. But just as suddenly, the rabbit finger waved, and she became Jelly, complete with a nervous grin. Nervous and... something else that Omar couldn't describe immediately.

Charlie was the first person able to speak. "Is that you, Jelly...?"

The rabbit's grin widened briefly. "Yeah. Just, uh... close the door behind you. Please. Yeah, thanks." Even forewarned, the door's closing made Omar jump, especially when Q locked it. "Yeah, um, good call."

"I'm guessing you wanted privacy because... that isn't dress code," said the big bear.

"Yes, that," said the rabbit. "And also, uh, I was thinking about the party... and how like, I wanted to make it up to you for, like, ditching you that night?"

"I don't think you ditched me," Q said.

"--But I was thinking, like, I waned to give you, like... a proper, um, blowjob," Jelly went on, rambling. "But I was thinking, like, I probably don't have the mouth for it because mine is so small. So I was thinking, hey, Charlie could give you a really good blowjob. And I was thinking that I could help, but, then... then I was thinking that I really wanted to practice, um, giving blowjobs and I thought of Omar, because, um. I don't think... I got a chance to, yet, and... I want to. So..."

Silence. Jelly's ears wilted against her head. She opened her mouth, but then her ears shot back up, quivering, as what sounded like clothing hit the floor. Omar looked over at the bear, who was setting down his bag, pants around his ankles. "I'm in."

"Well," Charlie said with a snort. "I like the sound of practice."

Everybody looked at Omar, and the cougar blushed. Before he could say anything, Jelly spoke up. "It's okay if you, uh, don't. I just... my imagination got a little away from me and made me... horny."

The cat's ears flicked outward. "Is, uh... blowjobs all... you wanted to do?"

"I don't have a problem with starting there, if..." The rabbit looked towards the other two, then back to Omar. "I figure we can stop when we get tired...?"

"Or when the booking is up?" the cat said.

"Oh! Yeah. That. Uh, yes."

"Then... I'm in."

"Yes!" the rabbit cried, and bounced forward.