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A commission for :iconadamnemo42: and a bit of a first for me. The first time I did a direct sequel for one of his commissions and also the first time I did a crossover between two of my stories! This one ties in both A Crush On Casey and A New Perspective On Girls. If you haven't, I suggest you read these two before moving on but I suppose this could still work as a story on it's own, so reader's choice...

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“And… there!” Tracy said, clicking her mouse and shifting her attention to the little square in the corner of her screen showing the two boys on the other end of the video-call.

“And that’s it?” asked the bigger of the two as he scanned his own screen.

“Yeah, now we should all get a confirmation mail with all the details…”

“Got it!” Claire chirped up, pushing her phone in the jackals face.

“Same here!” Piped up the rabbit on the screen, almost bouncing with excitement.

“Great, so I guess we’ll meet at the resort in a little over a week from now…” Tracy said, flashing a confident toothy grin that didn’t hint at the butterflies dancing in her stomach.

“We might meet before that, since we’ll be taking the same route. Although you girls should have a head start of about one hour or so…” Steve said, as both he and Tracy made those expressions drivers make when working out mileage in their heads.

“Ooh, we can keep in touch on the drive, and if you two find a nice rest-stop you can wait for us to catch up?” Casey suggested.

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea. Then we can have a nice fair race to the finish…”

“No racing! I have a hard enough time avoiding car-sickness when you drive gently, let alone when you start revving and swerving…” Claire protested, knowing how her wife tended to get whenever they got out on the highway.

“Okay… I guess the fun won’t start until we’re all there anyway…” Tracy said, feeling a smooth-skinned hand fumble for her paw until she twined her fingers with Claire’s shaky digits and gave her a reassuring grip under the table and out of the camera’s view.

“So see you on the road, I guess. I mean we’ll probably have a few more chats by the time we leave but…” Casey trailed off.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. We’ll actually get to meet instead of just looking at our screens.” Claire said, sounding quite confident even though the way she was griping Tracey’s hand told the jackal she was mostly just fronting.

“Okay, so bye for now…” Steve said, and after they all waved their goodbyes the video cut to a blank screen.

“Right, so on a scale of one to ten, how anxious are you?” Tracy asked, giving Claire a little peck on the cheek and smiling at the way her lover’s ample chest was rising and falling as she took deep, steadying breaths.

“I’m not anxious! I mean… a little but it’s mostly excitement…” she insisted, trying to avoid the toothy smirk of the canine beside her.

“Why are you lying? You know I can smell fear…” Tracy insisted, pushing her muzzle against her wife’s neck as Claire giggled and squirmed away from the tickling of the cold nose-pad.

“Oh please! I’ve changed shampoos without you noticing…” she said, booping the nose Tracy was trying to push back against her neck.

“Evolution doesn’t work that way! Why would a predator need to differentiate between shampoos? Besides, you always pick something fruity. It’s like you want to get eaten…” she said, trying for another nuzzle and winding up having her muzzle blocked by Claire’s lips. “In all seriousness now… this trip is going to be a huge deal for both of us, but it’s a little huger for you so… you still the good kind of excited?” the jackal asked, lifting the hand she was still holding and giving it a kiss.

“Yeah. You know I’ve always been a bit of a scardy-cat but… we’re both ready for this. And nature is definitely sending me hints… whenever I pass by a woman pushing a baby in a stroller it gets harder and harder to keep my cool…”

“Yeah, but you know this isn’t the only way to do it? You can still change your mind and we’ll either cancel or just have a couple’s vacation with Steve and Casey…” Tracy suggested, but Claire was shaking her head before she’d even finished.

“I know but artificial insemination never really seemed like… I mean don’t get me wrong, if that was my only option I’d be glad for all the people who make it possible, but after we found out about this way of doing it… it just feels so right. I mean it seemed a little strange at first but the more you read the testimonials and talk to people about it the more it seems like such a warm, natural way to start a family when you’re in our situation.” she said wistfully and Tracy couldn’t deny she was right.

Human-anthro marriages weren’t controversial by any means, especially now that even predator-prey marriages were slowly becoming more common, but even heterosexual couples faced the barrier that was a complete incompatibility between different species. There were sperm banks out there that had extensive… catalogues… to help these couples out, but a growing community of sorts had sprung up around a different idea – couples helping couples. It had started on social networks but now there were organizations of volunteers helping people connect and sharing useful tips on how best to nurture these new relationships. For most part they connected people who wanted more than just a donor and who liked the idea of their children’s biological parents being a part of a big and hopefully happy family.

People got into this with different expectations. Some just didn’t want to start their family in a clinical setting and were attracted to the idea of a wild fling with near strangers with little to no contact after the deed was done. It had been mostly about that early on, but some of those wild and passionate couples got all lovey-dovey and after they shared their experiences others were attracted to the idea of starting their family by starting a sort of couple-to-couple relationship. Claire and Tracey had that in mind, and when searching for profiles of other couples had narrowed the field by selecting those that lived nearby.

Casey and Steve had been the first one they’d actually gotten in contact with, and the four of them hit it off so well there didn’t seem to be any point of looking any further. After messaging came the video-chats and it wasn’t long after that until they’d found a nice resort that came very highly recommended by couples who’d gone through the little adventure the four of them were setting out on.

“You know it’s a good thing you human women ovulate every month…” Tracy began before catching her wife’s glare. “No, I mean obviously it can be a real pain…”

“More like a cramp…” Claire interrupted.

“…right, and I know how annoying it is because I’m always there for you, aren’t I?” Tracy said, trying to kiss Claire’s frown away.

“Nice save…”

“What I meant was that if you only had two fertile periods a year like I do then scheduling this would have been…”

“…a bitch?” Claire finished.

“You know it!” the jackal said with a grin, pressing her muzzle to her wife’s neck and giving a little growl. “So, now that we’ve booked this little get-together, I’m gonna need you to pick out your clothes for the trip…”

“What, you want to start packing already?” Claire asked in disbelief.

“No, I want you to pick out the clothes you think you’re taking on the trip, then I’m gonna weed out any unsuitables and then I’m taking you shopping to fill in any gaps in your wardrobe…”

“Do we… I mean couldn’t you just get the clothes yourself? You have such a flair for these things and you always know what would look good on me anyway…”

“Hmm, nice try but you’re not getting out of this. Look, I know we all have this little arrangement, but you need to think of this as just having a date with this guy. You still need to get each other in a baby-makin’ mood and while your style has gotten less… adorkable over the years, I still wanna pick out something with a little ‘wow’ factor, and I need you to model for me.”

“Fine…” Claire acquiesced, knowing full well how her fashion-savvy partner tended to get carried away – snatching everything that caught her eye and ushering her into a dressing room so that she could try every last one on for her until – following some Darwinian algorithm known only to her- Tracy selected only one or two articles of clothing as the top of the (literal) heap.

“And I hate to break it to you, but that’s just the start. If everything goes well we’ll be going shopping for maternity clothes!” Tracy beamed happily, standing behind the seated Claire and either hugging her or preventing a possible escape.

“Well I think can pick those out – just something big and loose, a nice bright pattern and…”

“Like hell you are! Not even actual cows wear muumuus these days. What today’s fashionable expecting mother wears is something like… this.” She said, tapping at her phone before presenting the screen to her stunned wife.

“Are you… that can’t be real!” Claire said, color rising to her cheeks as she imagined herself going out in public like… that!

“What? It’s not like it’s fetish-ware or anything. It just happens to hug the figure…” Tracy spoke calmly.

“It’s skin-tight!” Claire answered nervously.

“Form-fitting! It lets the woman feel confident and attractive by showing off the baby-bump, and the mommy-milkies…” she crooned, watching Claire’s cheek-bones turn to radishes.

“M-Maybe this could be something I wear around the house? After all my curves are for your eyes only…” Claire ventured.

“Awww, but I was gonna keep you bare-foot and naked!” Tracy teased, noticing that Claire didn’t offer anything more than a giggle in protest at the idea…

*******

“Mmmmhhh, there’s my stud!” Casey murmured, thrusting his rear back and rubbing his thighs around the firm rod trapped between them. He felt Steve pull back and trust back slowly, savoring the feel of fluffy fur around his erection, while the bunny himself delighted in the way the leaky tip bumped against his little white coin-purse as his hubby spooned up behind him.

“Stud?” Steve asked, without actually complaining.

“Mmm-hmm, it’s official now. Were you not there when we made the final arrangements for you to give that nice girl a baby? That makes you a literal stud. At least for nine months or so…” the white rabbit insisted.

“My stud status is going to… what – expire in nine months?”

“It won’t expire! But if all goes well, in nine months you go from stud to DILF!”

“Riiiiight… and a DILF is?” Steve asked, feigning ignorance and subtly shifting his hips as he pulled them back.

“A daddy I’d like to f-fuck!” Casey finished with a squeak as his newly anointed stud’s shaft slipped out from between his thighs and jabbed up into the little pink patch under his tail. “I didn’t say ‘right now’ though!”

“So you want me to stop?” Steve asked, still keeping his tip against the warm ring of smooth skin.

“Well, I feel like you have your heart set on this and I’d hate to disappoint you…” the bunny said, the twitching of his tail betraying the nonchalant tone of his voice. They were both tired after such a big day, but a nice snuggle-fuck seemed like a very nice send-off to dreamland. With that in mind Casey slid a hand under his pillow, quickly rooting out the little tube he kept stashed there for times when either of them getting up to root around in the nightstand drawer would spoil the mood. “Here you go, stud…”

“So I gotta ask… that stuff about putting something under your pillow so you’d dream of it… does it work?” Steve asked, punctuating his question with the pop of a cap.

“Oooooh yeah!”

“Really?”

“Mmm-hmm. Just last night I dreamt I was having fun on a slip-n-slide!” the rabbit teased, his tail twitching against his lover’s abs as the keen lapine hearing caught the sound of something hard and long being thoroughly smeared. It was a familiar sound, one that had Casey biting his lower lip with his big lapine incisors as his mind painted a mental image of what was going on back there.

He felt a hand gently grasp his leg under the knee, lifting it and pulling it back to make what was to come just a little bit easier. Not that he had any trouble taking Steve, but the big lug was always considerate of his partner’s waifish build and gentle when Casey needed him to be. Pressure on his button increased and there was the briefest moment of resistance before the bunny sighed as his body opened up for his lover. He heard Steve groan as the warmth of an eager bunny enveloped him, and heard him grunt when he clenched around the half-sheathed length, just to tease him. The sensation of being stretched gave way to the feeling of being pleasantly full until he felt smooth-skinned hips against his fluffy butt and he savored the intense intimacy of having a big strong man like Steve sheathed under his twitching tail.

“Hey, hands off, that’s cheating!” he said as a lube-slicked fist wrapped around his own erection. Not that he really minded Steve stroking his bunny-bits, and a hand wrapped around his stiffy was a neat little trick to ensuring they both came at the same time, but he was pretty into it now and wanted to reach his peak with nothing but a nice hard cock pumping his rump. “Here, hold onto this…” he said, grabbing Steve’s wrist and pressing his hand to his chest.

“And what is ‘this’?” his mate asked, flexing inside the well-stuffed bunny.

“It’s practice! You’ve been enjoying the delights of a lithe lapine boi for so long that I’m worried you’ve forgotten how to treat a literal lady…”

“You think this is something to hold onto?” the man behind him asked, trying to grope Casey’s flat chest.

“Use your imagination! And your fingers, obviously… You’ve seen Claire. I mean I don’t really have a man’s sexual appetites…” he said as the man of his appetites started to slowly hump against him as his other hand slid under the light lapine body and started playing with Casey’s chest. “…but even I have to admit those looked like some very impressive boobies. And all these years you’ve spent breeding a bunny, I’m worried your boob-groping muscles have atrophied…”

“Oh I dunno… I still get to grope soft and bouncy things…” Steve murmured into one big ear as one of his hands slid down the white fur and dug into one of the bunny’s cheeks.

“S-soft!? My fur maybe soft but I don’t do those squats because they’re fun. Those are buns of ste-eeeeEeeehh!” Casey finished with a squeak as Steve’s fingers dug into the aforementioned buns.

“How about we settle on ‘firm but yielding’?”

“F-fine… not really in a talking mood anyway…” the bunny huffed, clenching down as hard as he could next time Steve tried to pull out, smiling in satisfaction at the way his lover groaned. You’re not the only one who can squeeze…

With his pride satisfied Casey pushed his rump out towards his human lover, eager for satisfaction of a more carnal nature. Steve couldn’t really give him a pounding with both of them spooned up but there were advantages to this lazy position. The intimacy was a big plus, and even though he couldn’t gaze into his hubby’s eyes as they made love having his ears nibbled on was a very nice substitute. After all, eye contact was romantic and emotionally satisfying, but feeling teeth gently nip away made his big lapine toes curl. And through it all the feeling of a hard body pressed against his and the profoundly intimate fullness that came with short strokes.

He arched his back a little and wriggled against his lover, trying to take as much as he could even though he could tell he was getting it all. Steve’s hips were slapping against his white furred rump every time he pulled his hips back, the tip of the human glans probing deep inside the bunny-body while the shaft itself stroked and throbbed against Casey’s prostate, a toe-tingling sensation that only got more intense when the lapine pucker pulsed around the smooth length sheathed in it.

Steve had been the first male who’d ever made him cum without even touching his bunny-bits, an impressive feat since Casey had taken some members who had more noteworthy features than the rather plain (if generously proportioned) cock of his human hubby. He considered it a mark of Steve’s prowess and consideration as a lover and whenever he could he preferred to climax from nothing more than the twined sensations of fulness and friction, with some groping and ear-nibbling thrown in just for spice.

He wasn’t sure if Steve had taken him seriously when he’d mentioned boob-groping practice, but he could feel fingers tweaking his nipple and rubbing the little pink circle in his fluffy white chest. And even though his flat lapine chest wasn’t really a handful he was enjoying the attention, and Casey made sure every little moan and gasp leaving his muzzle made it clear. Although the bunny liked seeing his human lover either looming over him or lying back as Casey rode him cowgirl, there was a thrill to just feeling the strong arms around him and a hard body against him.

He could feel his slender lapine cock slap against his white-furred tummy with every thrust, his tail twitching against Steve’s abs as the hard length pistoned smoothly under it. His breathing was getting labored as his peak approached, the long sensuous moans that always managed to get Steve worked up turning into squeaks and whimpers that, while a little embarrassing still had the same effect. His lover’s hand moved from the lapine rump to his hip, steadying him as the tempo and the force of the thrusts increased.

As the smooth length rutted his rear Casey gave up on any pretense of self-control. Whines and whimpers fought to block out the noise of rhythmic slapping as the bunny writhed in his lover’s grip. As sensation overshadowed reason he even found himself pushing his chest out against the arm now wrapped around it. The bunny could feel his insides flex and knew that if he looked down he’d see his flat white tummy clenching and holding for a few seconds and his rabbit-rod throbbing as it prepared to make a mess.

He heard Steve groan every time it happened, the lapine love-tunnel wrapping even tighter around him and pressing Casey’ prostate against the hard, hot mass pumping his rump. He could feel his ears flap against Steve’s face as he flicked them back, could feel his lover’s breath as Steve buried his face in the mop of orange hair, the arm around his chest thrillingly tight. He could feel his insides gripping tighter, making the already ample rod stuffed inside him feel even girthier, the whole length twitching in response of a tight bunny-but clamping down so tight that his husband’s cock could barely even move.

Casey cried out that he was cumming, or at least tried to. What left his cute little muzzle was a shuddering wail that left him breathless and panting as his bunny bits started twitching, warm lapine spunk soaking into the fur covering his tummy every time his throbbing erection slapped against him. In spite of his human physiology, Steve was humping into him with a jack-rabbit’s speed, the throbbing length barely even sliding out of the pulsing lapine pucker as Casey whimpered and gasped his way through his climax.

Steve generally had excellent stamina, but once he made his bunny cum he had no hope of following suite. The white rabbit could feel his insides working to milk the hard length filling him, his boy-button pressed so firmly against his lover’s manhood that Steve’s heartbeat alone was enough to make the bunny’s big toes curl and his ears shiver. He felt Steve’s grip grow tighter, heard him groan as he went from pumping his rump to grinding against it, heard his own breathless incoherent please before it finally happened.

With his body wrapped around Steve’s shaft he didn’t miss the swelling of his husband’s glans, the flex of the girthy mass inside him until he felt something push deeper into him that even Steve’s tip managed. His own climax had just begun to taper off, leaving him in a perfect state of mind (or what was left of it) to savor the sensation of being filled, claimed as warmth pushed into his still trembling body. He could feel his pucker pulse in time to the strong throbs that sent his lover’s seed rushing into him, his body taking every drop as his tail twitched against the human’s flexing abs. He felt a hand leave his hips and grip his pointed chin, angling his head back and up to let his muzzle meet Steve’s lips. The kiss was deep and a perfect way for the two to savor the serene bliss that followed after the peak of wild ecstasy.

“Mhhhh, that’s my stud…” Casey murmured as he caressed the clean-shaven face and wriggled just a little against his mate.

“So are you sure you’re gonna be fine with this?”

“You and another woman?” Casey asked, correcting himself after Steve arched an eyebrow. “Oh, you know what I mean! Yeah, I’m not worried. I trust you and Claire seems really sweet. Doesn’t seem liked the type that would try and steal you from me…”

“No I meant… you know, you might wind up alone with Tracey… the whole…”

“Oh, the predator-prey thing? Nah, I don’t think Tracey’s like that. People who have that… attitude don’t bother hiding it.” The rabbit said. It was nice of Steve to be so thoughtful, especially since the lingering troubles between predatory and ‘prey’ species generally went over most human’s heads. Being a rabbit Casey did occasionally run into the type who believed carnivores were naturally assertive while herbivores were passive if not out-right push-overs.

“So no worries about being alone with her?”

“Nah. If you and Claire need privacy we’ll just go to the other room and paint each other’s nails…”

*******

“Wow. This place really has a big slice of the beach…” Casey said, slipping the strap into his mouth and taking a sip of a cocktail he’d never heard of but that turned out to taste as good as it looked.

The waiter had just left them tall cold drinks already sweating as the moist sea breeze hit the chilled glass. The look, sound and smell of the water looked tempting but it was still early enough in the day that they could relax and have a drink before going for a dip. The cabana that came with their joined rooms offered a nice comfy shade and was very cleverly set up – two pairs of loungers facing each other so that you sat close to the person you were with, but facing the people you were curious to get to know.

“Well this is an adults-only resort, and they know their selling points. A spacious expanse of sand, the shady spots nicely spaced out with patches of topiary that would muffle any noises the crash of waves failed to swallow. And see those rolls of canvas up there along the beams?”

“That’s just to give you some shade in the evening and morning when the sun comes from the side…” Claire said, although she had to admit care had been taken to provide couples with an intimate atmosphere.

“Oh, of course! I must have been confused by the same rolls on the north and south-facing side…” Tracy said, her voice dripping honey as she pushed a straw into a smirking muzzle. After a brief and contemplative silence small-talk resumed, lasting until their glasses were empty bar for lumps of half-melted ice.

“Okay, I think I’ve resisted the call of the sea for as long as I can. Anyone care to join…” Steve began but Casey quickly cut him off.

“Where do you think you’re going? Aren’t you two forgetting something?” The white rabbit asked, looking at both of the stunned humans in turn before reaching into their beach bag and fishing out a bottle of suntan lotion.

“Ohhh, right!”

“Yeah, c’mon you two vampires, let’s get you oiled up…” Tracy said. She briefly considered suggesting they do each other’s backs, but one look at Claire made it clear her barely-alcoholic drink had done little to loosen her nerves, so she kept her muzzle shut as she squeezed some white goo into a hand and some more into a paw. But the two smooth-skins did just happen to be facing each other, and with her behind Claire she couldn’t fail to notice Steve checking her out while trying not to look like he was. If she only had the bunny-eye view she’d know for sure if Claire was doing the same.

“Okay, we’re all done! Anyone wanna race to the water?” Casey asked.

“What, against a literal rabbit?” Claire asked.

“Hey, we get beat by tortoises, how hard can it be?”

“Actually, you boys run off and we’ll be with you in a minute. I need Claire to give my back a quick rub or my shoulders will cramp up when I swim…” Tracy said, and with that the two males raced off for the swooshing waves.

“Not that I mind, but since when have your shoulders been giving you trouble?” Claire asked, laying her hands and deftly kneading the sides of the jackal’s neck.

“They don’t but I had a feeling you were gonna.” Tracy replied through clenched teeth. “You’re going in the water!”

“I… well yeah, I’m gonna take a dip to cool down but I…”

“No, not a quick dip. You’re gonna swim and splash around along with the rest of us…” Tracy murmured, her face a mask of someone enjoying a backrub even as she drew a line in the sand.

“Well I could if I hadn’t forgotten my one-piece!” Claire practically hissed in a perked canine ear.

“You didn’t forget it, you packed it when you thought I wasn’t looking, and I un-packed it when I knew you weren’t looking. You’re going out there in that pretty bikini I picked out for you…”

“Are you crazy, I’m gonna… pop out of this!”

“You’re not gonna ‘pop’ out, we stress-tested it back in our room…”

“Making me do jumping-jacks while you watch isn’t a swim-suit stress-test!”

“Look, it’s not like you’re gonna stand out. You’re wearing a bikini, I’m wearing a bikini, and unless they stared making speedos with a frill around the waistband I’m pretty sure Casey’s wearing the bottom-half of a bikini. And I promise to stay close by your side, so if you do have a wardrobe malfunction I can have my mitt on your tit before anyone sees anything…” Tracy said, craning her neck up to give the stunned Claire a grin.

“But… we could get into trouble! What if they kick us out?”

“Oh, it won’t be any trouble. I’ve asked around and this is actually a topless beach. Now aren’t you grateful I packed both parts of your swimsuit?” the cunning bitch purred, grabbing her wife’s hand as she led her to the water…

*******

“Knock, knock!” Tracy called out softly as she tapped on the door to what she was starting to think of as the boys’ room.

“You can huff, you can puff, but you can also come in if you’re not into all that!” Casey called out.

“Hey. Did I just hear Steve leaving?” the jackal said, letting herself in.

“Yeah, he’s off on his jog so he’ll be out for a while…”

“And you aren’t going along with him? What about that ‘race you to the water’ at the beach?”

“Oh, rabbits are natural sprinters so I can show off on a very short distance. But Steve used to play soccer in college and I’d need to be a horse or a greyhound to keep up with him. I mostly keep fit with aerobics and a little yoga, but doing that is more fun when he’s around to see me so I’m fooling myself into thinking I’m going to get some work done.”

“What do you do?”

“Well I majored in French and Portuguese back in college so I’m a freelance writer for various overseas publications, and I also translate stuff from over there into English. I’m what they call a ‘digital nomad’ but I don’t get to do a lot of nomading…”

“Hmm, sounds neat…”

“What do you do?” the bunny asked, closing the laptop and hiding the blank word document on screen.

“I’m in construction…”

“What, with those nails?”

“Hah, right!?” Tracy barked, casually admiring her manicure. “I’m head of human resources in a construction firm. H.R.H.B.I.C.”

“Nice! So uhm, is Claire out too?”

“No, she’s in her room. I told her I was going out shopping and she was giddy with relief that I wasn’t going to drag her along…”

“Oh. Well I certainly wouldn’t mind browsing. I saw a few nice stores that…”

“We’re not going shopping…” Tracy interrupted.

“We’re not?”

“No, I said that so we could have a little talk about our smooth-skinned spouses…”

“Oh! But are you sure… I mean there’s a door connecting our rooms and yours is right on the other side…” the bunny said in a conspiratorial tone.

“Oh please. One – the door’s nice and padded for soundproofing. Two – she’s no doubt got her big geeky headphones on listening to either an audiobook or some podcast and three – she’s got those teeny, tiny human ears…”

“Ohhhh, right…” Casey said, remembering that both he and the jackal were quite well endowed in that respect. “So what did you want to talk about?”

“Well did you think that the first day was a little… uneventful?” she ventured, knowing the answer by the way Casey cringed.

“Uhhh, yeah. I was hoping I was just paranoid but they were a bit… awkward?”

“Right? And I just… I don’t know how to go about having this conversation. I mean we both knew this might turn out to be just a fun couple’s vacation, and I don’t want things to sound like we… brought our humans here to breed them…”

“No, of course not!”

“But is it just me or do they seem kinda… you know…” Tracy trailed off, avoiding to say the word that was on her mind.

“Perfect?”

“Right!? I mean it’s not just me – they would have such a cute baby, and we really seem to work together as a quartet, but even so I wouldn’t dream of putting any kind of pressure on her…”

“…yeah, same here…” Casey interjected.

“… but if we were to just… help things along. You know, break some ice, create some opportunities.”

“Yeaaahhhh… it can’t be pressure if they don’t know about it, can it?” the bunny suggested, getting on Tracy’s conspiratorial track.

“Not even a little! And don’t get me wrong, Claire is very passionate and if she didn’t want this there was no way in hell I could have gotten her here, but she’s a bit shy… has been since high-school. She was kind of a band geek…”

“Figurative?” Casey asked hopefully.

“Literal…” Tracy replied, making the bunny wince. “She is kind of subby though. Maybe if you got Steve to kind of play up the strong dominant male role…”

“Yeah… I wouldn’t put a lot of hopes on that. He’s a jock but he’s not really… jocky. I mean he can play the strong dominant type in bed, those muscles aren’t just for show, but if we could get them into bed together…”

“…we wouldn’t be having this conversation. The thing is, we really click when it’s all four of us together, but I think those two are shit-scared of being left in a room alone to get busy.” Tracy bemoaned.

“Well… we wouldn’t really have to leave them alone…” Casey mused.

“Yeah, if we were two straight couples we could just switch up, but wouldn’t it be awkward to have the two of us there just twiddling our thumbs?”

“Well I suppose we could twiddle other things… But it might make a difference to those two – having their spouses there and not making this about just the two of them getting down to business, so to speak.” The bunny ventured.

“Yeah, but we’d need to get them in the mood first. The more they are allowed to overthink things, the more awkward they’ll get.”

“Right… so we’re each in our separate rooms, getting nice and steamy with just that door separating us…” Casey mused, almost hearing the gears turn in Tracy’s head.

“… so one pair has to walk in on the other… say peeping in and getting caught?” the jackal suggested, her ears swiveling with conspiratorial glee.

“Yeah! Except I’m not sure I’ll be able to talk Steve into spying on two girls going at it. I know he’d like to see it but he’s a bit to gallant to actually peep.”

“Okay, we’ll be the voyeurs then.”

“You sure? I thought you said Claire’s a shy band-geek type?” the bunny asked skeptically.

“She is, but she also has a kinky side and I can talk her into a lot of things once I get her hot and bothered. So you have to make sure Steve doesn’t spot us, while putting on a good show…”

“I think I can pull that off. I’ll just have to get creative as well as frisky…” the bunny mused, biting his lower lip as he envisioned suitable scenarios.

“So uhh, as long as it’s just the two of us here… if we do get those two into a baby-making mood that’s gonna leave us on the sidelines. So obviously we can just sit back and enjoy the show, but I was wondering… what is your opinion on girls?”

“My opin… oh, you mean if you grab my stiffy am I going to start going ‘Ewww, gross!’ and squirm away?” he said, and they both giggled at the image. “Honestly I find girls beautiful, it’s kinda why I dress the way I do. I also grew up with an older sister, so I guess a strong female influence there. But what it comes down to is that I really just want the same thing most women do – a nice sexy hunk of man. I can relate to females very easily and I make a great sort-of-gal-pal but they don’t really have what I’m looking for and I can’t give them what they want, so I guess I… never bothered? It felt like something doomed to failure even if it did start out nice… So what about you and boys?”

“Well I’ve had boyfriends before and I really did like the way a fit young man was put together. I liked the muscle, I liked broad shoulders, and not to put too fine a point but a nice generous cock could really take me to heaven.”

“So how come you’re with Claire? She’s soft, girly and I’ve seen her in a swimsuit so I know she’s not packing anything generous…”

“Well looking back I definitely wasn’t into just boys, but I was a… well let’s just say I had issues and being a closeted homophobe was one of them. I know we told you and Steve I used to be Claire’s bully, but that was half the story. She had a friend called Phoebe who was always around her and I started teasing them about being lesbians and one day I took things way too far and… yeah, honestly if Claire wasn’t the sweetest person in the world I’d have wound up in prison. Me and my friends kinda jumped her in the shower but Claire’s first encounter with sexually dominant females didn’t exactly traumatize her. And having someone submit to me the way she did kinda messed with my head too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Claire had a very feminine figure even back then, so it was hard for me to convince myself I wasn’t attracted to a woman when my one and only encounter with one became my main sexual fantasy, if not obsession. But it was also the way she submitted… she wasn’t only doing what I wanted to do, she was getting into it. I’ve never been with a guy who deep down didn’t think he should be calling the shots in bed, even when he had no idea what he was doing. And it’s not like I’m some dominatrix or anything, it’s just that I want to do more in bed than just lie back and moan as I take it…”

“Are you… that’s the best part!” Casey said, his ears perked and his eyes staring wide in disbelief.

“Huh?”

“The best part about being with a guy – they do everything! You just need to give them a little eye-candy, bat your eyes at them, maybe get a little flirty and before you know it he’s got his hands all over you! It’s like when you kick-start a motorbike and suddenly you have this powerful machine roaring to life. Even when I’m riding Steve cowgirl he’ll have his hands on my hips or around my waist, and if I get tired all I have to do is flop down against his chest make needy little moaning noises into his neck and he start bucking up into me until we’re both spent…”

“Oh my… wow, you’re just a lazy little slut!” Tracy said after which both she and the bunny nearly doubled over laughing at her assessment. But in spite of her condemnation, but certain twisted gears in the jackal’s brain were already turning at the idea of such a… receptive male.

*******

They come in such a limited range of shades. There are no patterns, no gentle blending of colors to accentuate and to draw the eye. But it has to be said that there is something thrilling about the smooth silken texture of bare skin, a delight to touch, to caress and to lick. The way even dull claws could make little lines in the soft supple hide of a human, the way it glistened when wet, and the obscene way it revealed the flow of muscle, the quivering of supple flesh. The way color could be coaxed with something as simple as a pinch, a love-bite, or a nice solid slap if one wished for a more substantial blush.

“What are you doing back there?” asked Claire, twisting her neck to catch a glimpse of the smiling bitch behind her.

“Savoring… building anticipation… teasing…” Tracy said, running her paw with a feather-light touch across the mound presented for her. Her ears swiveled at Claire’s gasp and her toothy grin got just a little wider at the sight of the up-thrust rump quivering. If she were being honest she was messing with her beloved wife, and even a patient lover would have been driven to plant their rear on her face after being teased so expertly and for so long.

But even though Claire could get testy and antsy and occasionally even throw some sass Tracy’s way, the jackal knew her wife well. It wouldn’t be fair to call the curvy human girl a passive lover. Claire was passionate in bed and very responsive to even the gentles touch and caress. Sometimes it was enough for Tracy to gently blow over the naked skin to make the woman coo and shudder. But she had a submissive streak that kept her from just taking what she wanted, no matter how badly she wanted it. Tracy’s proof of this was the glistening flower pointed hopefully at her, and the sweet feminine scent of her mate’s arousal.

As she planted her paws of the curve of Claire’s bouncy behind she knew her girl was fertile even before her tongue lapped at the dew-sparkled labia. She savored both the taste of her lover and the shuddering gasp Claire let out as a long canine tongue settle tip-first against her clit before the whole velvety length was swiped slowly across her slit. Painted claws dug into soft cheeks just enough to make Claire’s toes flex, her back arching just a little as she thrust herself out against the broad tongue lovingly bathing her messy sex. She wanted Tracy to get a little deeper in, and with her buxom wife on all fours with her face pressed into the bed sheets the jackal was tempted to just push her muzzle in there and go wild until she had Claire squealing and squirting against her face.

But there was the secret plant to consider and for it to work she needed Claire horned up and disinhibited, not worn-out, satisfied and in a mood to cuddle. With that in mind the jackal made sure not to push her tongue into the cleft she knew so intimately – a glistening pink flower that would respond to every little lick, kiss, prod and caress. Instead she simply licked along the supple slit, every so often continuing on her upward stroke and letting her tongue slide over the tiny pink ring above it. Every time she did Claire would clench up, sometimes even whimper at the thought that her sole shred of innocence would be taken from her. The truth was that Tracy had little interest in actually strapping-up and plunging one of her toys between those flawlessly smooth cheeks, but her wife’s squeamishness at the thought of being sodomized by a horny bitch was too delectable for Tracy to ever assuage her fear.

“I hope you’re not getting ideas again…” Claire complained as the tip of Tracy’s tongue once again brushed her virgin pucker.

“And don’t you feel silly being this squeamish about having your rump pumped? After all, just look at Casey – svelte little bunny-boi, tiny little tush, and yet I’m sure he loves lifting his little puff-tail for that very well-built young man. For all we know he’s doing it right now…” Tracy said, happy with how unrehearsed her line sounded. It was hard to tell from this angle if the seed of curiosity was taking root so the jackal gave the human girl’s slit another loving lick, to better foster lewd thoughts.

“Wha-aaAah!-at makes you think they’re…” Claire gasped out as the tongue pushed a little bit between her labia and brushed the softer petals hidden between them.

“Well we are, aren’t we? Wouldn’t you just love to be a fly on that wall?” she said, pushing the –up-turned rump over and flipping her stunned lover before she knew what was going on. Claire had scrabble up on her elbows in time to see the mischievous bitch stare back at her as she pushed her face between a pair of smooth thighs and gave Claire’s sex another long, slow lick. “Seeing the bunny stroke and lick his big jock-hubby, that cute little muzzle wrapping around a smooth fleshy pillar until it was nice and slick…” Tracy cooed, licking her way up along Claire’s mound, her belly, crawling up her body with a predator’s grace and an impish gleam in her eye as she reached the flustered girls’ heaving breasts. “Don’t you think that’s a pretty picture?”

“Umghhh… okay, yeah…” Claire sighed as Tracy’s muzzle closed around one nipple as the clever bitch flicked her ears back and moaned into the mound.

“Then imagine those big strong arms grabbing that waifish rabbit’s waist, lifting his hips up and lowering him slowly but surely…” Tracy crooned, all the while gently running her paw up and down Claire’s cunny.

“Okay, yeah it’s hot, but what’s your p-point?” Claire said, her cheeks burning as her mind painted a picture to go with Tracy’s little narrative.

“My point is that’s all happening on the other side of that door…” Tracy said, and she knew by the wide-eyed expression on her wife’s face that she was hooked.

“Y-you don’t seriously…”

“What? We’d talked about what we were all comfortable with before even booking this trip. We were all up for the idea of growing closer as a quartet…” Tracy crooned, sitting up and pointedly leaving the bed. “So what’s the harm?” she said, taking a few steps towards the door. She almost laughed at how quickly Claire sprang out and how flustered she looked doing it.

“But it’s… shouldn’t we at least…” the young woman stammered as they stood next to the door.

“C’mon, one little peek. And after all, you have a vested interest in seeing what Steve’s packing…” the jackal said, gently turning the knob.

“And what about you?”

“I’ll appreciate this on a deeply aesthetical level.” She said before pushing the door gently open.

The door was positioned in such a way that they didn’t need more than a crack to see the foot of the boys’ bed, and Casey had made sure they had something to see. Tracy silently congratulated the bunny for the set-up. The lamplight was soft but still enough to illuminate everything, particularly the white head with the mop of carrot-colored hair busy between long muscular legs. The bunny was laying on top of his human lover with his alabaster tush in Steve’s face effectively eclipsing the door standing ajar.

Even though the rabbit had his ears flicked back as he licked kissed and sucked away, Tracy had caught one of the ears swiveling on reflex at the sound of the door opening. Claire hadn’t seen caught it, crouching under the jackal and going stock still as she caught sight of the bunny and the object of his (and hopefully her) affection. Tracy had to admit Steve was quite an impressive young man as far as humans went, and his pride and joy only looked bigger in the delicate white hands of the rabbit worshiping every inch of his lover.

Casey was putting on a good show, pretending to be so enamored with the pillar of muscle sticking out from Steve’s crotch that he didn’t notice two girls staring in silence at his performance. His touch betrayed both affection and familiarity and the jackal wasn’t sure but the bunny looked like he was showcasing his hubby, or at least a very interesting part of him. There was something to the way he cupped the hefty pouch under Steve’s manhood, the way he hid his face behind the glistening erection as he slowly trailed his tongue from base to tip. That’s it bunnyboi – sell it!

There was no way for them to see exactly what Steve was up to apart from the hands resting on and occasionally kneading the bouncy white cheeks thrust into the human’s face. When it came to behinds Tracy loved the firm yet generous curves of the dork who’d stolen her heart but she had to admit there was something to the sight of big strong hands so fully palming a tiny lapine tush. She wasn’t sure if Casey was stealing glances their way through those long lashes of his but he did an excellent job of pretending they weren’t there even when he raised his muzzle to Steve’s tip and parted his lips. Tracy heard Claire stifle a gasp as lapine incisors flashed in the lamplight but as the bunny took Steve into his mouth and the male lying under him groaned out loud they were sure the equipment required to make a mother out of Claire was safe with the bunny.

The rabbit moaned around his mouthful, eyes closed, ears flicked back as he sank face-first towards his lover’s crotch, the two women watching him going wide-eyed as inches smoothly disappeared between the glossy lips wrapped around them. Tracy had always been of the opinion that fellating a strap-on was profoundly pointless and a waste of time, but as she watched Casey expertly go down on his man she couldn’t help but imagine the bunny on his knees in front of her, with her hands on the back of his head as she pushed his muzzle along the length of a doggy-shaped toy and towards her straining folds.

The bunny was also keeping to the script, which was to get their spouses horned up enough to break or possibly melt the ice. She could see his ears swiveling to catch the noises Steve was making back there, and every time he sounded too close for comfort the lapine muzzle would slid off him with a smack of those pouty lips and a gasp from the bunny who’d then go to just kissing, licking and sniffing the shaft. It was during one long loving lick that the bunny just ‘happened’ to glance up as the tip of his tongue reached the tip of Steve’s shaft, and his expression as he made those big eyes go wide and perked his ears up was priceless.

“Wha… what are you girls…” he gasped as he sat up straight, and coincidentally down on Steve’s face.

“Sorry, this was my idea… we were foolin’ around and I guess we got curious to see what you two were up to…”

“We!?” Claire squeaked out at her wife before remembering her manners and priorities. “We’re sorry we’ll… uh, I think Steve’s trying to get your attention?” she suggested to the bunny, her eyes pointing to the hand tapping his slender white thigh.

“Oops, sorry…” Casey said, hopping to the side and off his hubby’s face. After being teased by a skilled lapine tongue, having a bunny-but planted on his face and seeing two naked ladies standing in the doorway. It seemed to leave him a little tongue-tied but in no hurry to cover up.

“No we’re sorry for… w-we should just…” Claire mumbled, blushing like a beet as she tried to avoid looking what she’d been staring at moments ago.

“No I mean… we did talk about this and we are all in the mood. It would feel silly if we all just went back into our rooms…” the rabbit said, delivering his line flawlessly.

“Yeah, it would kind of be a bad start if we all chickened out the first night here…” Tracy said, strategically positioning herself behind Claire so that she was blocking the door back to their room. “After all these beds are pretty huge… We could just join you boys and we all go back to what we were doing anyway, right?” the jackal suggested, giving her wife the gentlest of pushes.

“Oooh, that’s a great idea!” Casey beamed, pretending he’d just now heard it. “C’mon Steve, scoot over so the girls have some room…”

*******

Scoot? Less than a minute ago he had Casey worshiping him like a fertility deity while his view was eclipsed by the bouncy lapine rump he was kneading. He was groaning as his lapine lover moaned around him while he nuzzled the little white pouch and pumped his finger under the quivering tail, contemplating whether to add another or just to forgo the pleasure of having the bunny suck him off and sheathe himself between those perky buns. And now he was being asked to scoot?

It was so sudden part of him felt like he should say something but he was hard-pressed to think of an argument against having two beautiful women join them on the bed. Tracy was leading her wife in with a saunter and a swing of her tail but she struck him as the sort of woman who rolled smoothly with anything life threw her way. The young woman gripping her hand looked flustered, but didn’t protest or try to wriggle free as her canine lover led her to the bed. Steve also couldn’t help but notice the way the tips of her breasts were sticking out, not the wet sheen between her thighs.

The jackal-woman lowered her lover to their end of the bed, planting her muzzle on her lips and pushing her down with her kiss. And after instructing him to scoot, Casey sidled over next to Claire, looking up at him expectantly. As he leaned down to kiss the bunny writhing sensuously against the sheets he had to admit he was very much aware there were two women inches away from him locked in a passionate kiss of their own. With his eyes closed he saw nothing, but their naked bodies were fresh in his mind and with his ears catching their moans his imagination was running wild.

Steve had considered himself completely straight before meeting the rabbit even now wrapping his arms around his neck, and Casey had been the only male he’d ever been attracted to. Since falling for him back in freshman year his sex life had taken the form of a slender lapine body and a face made to break hearts, but old cravings persisted and he couldn’t ignore his adolescent fantasy playing out close enough that he could feel the body-heat of the two amorous ladies. He ran a hand down the bunny’s flat chest, along his side and that girlishly thing waist until his fingers brushed against the stiff heat of his little lover’s erection. He heard the bunny moan into their kiss as the hand wrapped around his slender cock, the lapine length flexing and dripping as Casey arched his back.

But it didn’t take more than one hump for the capricious rabbit to wriggle away, breaking their kiss and pushing his lips away with one slender finger. It didn’t take Steve more than one look at his face – the muzzle parted as he fought to get a grip on his breathing and the normally pink insides of his long ears looking decidedly rosy. It told him what his lapine lover wanted and in both body and soul Steve was eager to give it to him.

A moan to his right made both of them break eye-contact and turn to where Claire was biting her finger and throwing her head back as the jackal looming over her bent down to nip, lick and suckle one round breast while her paws worked to knead them both. Steve could see the bitch swiveling her ears to catch every little sound Claire was making, taking an apparent delight in the squeaky and whimpery ones. Even though she was being gentle, there was something decidedly predatory as she stood over her wife with that sleek back arched and her tail gently wagging.

A flash of white caught his attention as Casey caught his legs under his knees and pulled them up, wriggling his big toes and his tail as he exposed the shiny pink ring lying under a snug lapine coinpurse. As he knelt with his knees apart behind him and aimed his tip at the waiting pucker neither he nor Casey could fail to notice the girls had stopped what they were doing and were shamelessly watching the two of them. As he aimed his tip at the winking ring he couldn’t help but notice the difference between Tracy’s expectant focus and Claire’s “don’t hurt the bunny!” look. The glans kissed against the patch of pink flesh for a moment before Steve pushed in, sliding with practiced ease into the thrillingly tight embrace of the gasping bunny’s butt.

“Oh wow…” he heard Tracy gasp as she watched with disbelief as inches of a hard human shaft slid with effortless ease into such a delicate looking body, with the slender lapine erection twitching and leaking against Casey’s trim white tummy. The bunny seemed to be enjoying the spotlight, clenching around Steve and moaning as strong hands grabbed his hips in preparation for what was to come. He supposed he couldn’t blame Tracy for being surprised and Claire for looking stunned to see him sheathed in the svelte white body of the writhing rabbit as he lifted Casey’s hips and pulled him back until he could feel the little lapine pouch against his abs. Even he was sometimes surprised with the ease and joy someone with Casey’s girlish build took something that seemed just a little too big to fit.

When Tracy knelt up he wasn’t sure what the jackal was up to until she took hold of one of Claire’s legs and raised it until it was resting on her shoulder. With a glint in her eye and a flash of a predator’s teeth she straddled her lover’s thighs and inched closer and closer bringing a dripping canine mound inches from the slit of the girl biting her teeth. He could feel his hips gently grinding against Casey, the pushy tail flicking against his sack as the bunny spurred him on while both of them watched the jackal bring her muff close enough to brush against her wife’s sex, drawing a moan from the buxom beauty as she pressed the puffy canine vulva against Claire’s slit. The bitch gave Steve a side-ways glance and slashed him a cocky grin as she began to grind at her lover’s crotch, smooshing her spade with every graceful flex and arch of her back.

He realized he was still staring at her by the time his hips began to move and Casey began to moan as the thick shaft embedded in his bunny-butt slid only a few inches out before everything Steve had was sheathed back into the tight heat of the lithe lapine. He moved his gaze back to the white rabbit, worried that Casey might take it amiss if he just stared at the girls the whole time, but the bunny himself seemed to have a hard time taking his eyes off the sight of the two girls getting intimate. He saw Tracy reach out and take hold of Claire’s left hand, twisting her fingers with hers as she began pushing hard enough against the woman’s crotch to bump those generous hips back and forth.

It didn’t take much to snap Casey’s attention back to him. All Steve had to do was to run the back of his fingers gently across the bobbing lapine erection, drawing a surprised gasp from the bunny who looked ready to scold him about ‘cheating’ again, but settled for just gasping when he put his hand back on his hip and thrust into him. He’d come to like the way Casey’s bunny-bits felt in his hand and his lapine lover certainly appreciated a blow-job every now and again, but he had to agree there was something intensely arousing in just plowing this little white rump and waiting for the moment that slender pink rods starts to pulse and shoot.

Casey wrapped his legs around him, and was surprised to see him reaching his hand out towards Claire. The curvy young woman lying on her side facing him looked confused for a moment before reaching out and clasping the slender white paw, her breasts shaking tantalizingly as the jackal bitch rode her. Glancing to the spot where smooth hips met furry ones he realized he could no longer see the puffy spade of the lusty canine, and since Tracy was pressing as hard as she could against Claire’s slit he guessed the horny bitch had managed to push her pussy into the slit of the girl moaning as her body shook.

He wasn’t sure if the sight of the jackal penetrating her wife in such a novel and intimate way did it for him, or if the sight of the gorgeous bitch seriously humping the moaning Claire did it for him, but soon enough Steve found himself gripping his bunny a little harder and thrusting a little faster. Casey’s moans blended surprisingly well with Claire’s, his attention split between the bouncing of the femmy bunny’s shaft and the bouncing of the smooth-skinned breast of the woman clutching his lover’s hand.

It was hard to read Tracy’s growls but he was sure that Claire had squeaked her way through at least one orgasm while he pumped his hips against Casey’s rear, watching the pink ring pulse every so often around him in time to the twitching of the bunny’s tail. But unlike the two girls next to them, the orgasm of the bunny moaning higher and higher with every breath he took was very obvious. The women both paused as the gasps and moans drew their attention to the slender pink erection quivering even as it bounced up and down. He could feel it before they even saw the bunny’s rod flex and his little pouch twitch, the tell-tale clenching of that well-stuffed behind milking him and coaxing him to join the lapine writhing against him as he reached his peek.

The two girls stopped dead and dropped their jaws at the sight of Casey’s cock throbbing and spurting bunny-cum in thin elegant ropes streaking through the air as they fell on and merged with white fur. All except for one errant spurt that went askew and landed with a splat on one of Claire’s breasts. Steve kept up his thrusting even though Casey was clenching down so hard he could barely move out of him, transfixed on the pearly stain on the supple mound before slender white arms reached out for him. Knowing what Casey wanted he lowered himself on top of him and gave a few last bucks before grunting and releasing his own load into the pulsing lapine tunnel feeling the hot breath of the rabbit before he pressed his muzzle to his lips, kissing him deeply as he took everything Steve had to give him.

For a while the girls were forgotten and nothing existed for Steve except for the slender furry body pinned under his own, the wet warmth of Casey’s mess now smearing against both of them and the wetness draining deeper into the panting bunny’s body with every pulse and clench of his pucker. Their kiss was broken by the need for air but their attention was drawn from each other by the supple sound of a tongue sliding over bare skin. Looking to their right they met the eyes of Claire looking dreamily at the two of them sharing a tender moment, and the more impish gaze of Tracy as she very meticulously licked the breast Casey’s little squirt had managed to hit.

“Heh… sorry about that…” Casey panted.

“Don’t be. I gotta say I was skeptical about guys being able to cum from anal alone, but you definitely weren’t faking it bunny-boy…” she said, giving one last lick to a boob that was already spotless. “Besides, I never really minded the taste…” she said, moving her muzzle up to give Claire a peck before dismounting her, revealing a glistening mess between the smooth human legs and soaked and slick for between her own. “You think you can walk, honey?” she asked, a tender and loving question giving her cocky attitude.

“Well you did outdo yourself, but I think I can make it the fifteen feet or so to our bed.” Claire tossed back, although there were still tremors visible under the smooth skin of her thighs.

“You just talked yourself out of a piggy-back ride then. And I don’t know about you boys, but right now the two of us need our beauty sleep. But all that aside, don’t be strangers, huh?”

*******

“So uhh, I hope you’re not upset with me for last night… y’know, for inviting the girls in?” Casey said, standing in the bathroom doorway and looking sheepish in the mirror Steve was looking at.

“Well it kinda surprised me…” he replied, spitting out a mouthful of toothpaste. “But it kinda worked out.”

“Oh good! I barely slept from worry that the sight of two beautiful women making passionate love so close might have scarred you for life!”

“Oh, you’re one to talk? From what you told me the only time you ever wanted to get into a girl’s pants was to see how they’d look on you…” he tossed back, smiling as a tongue stuck out from under Casey’s lapine incisors.

“I can’t blame you though, even I thought they looked hot. I thought when girls got together it was all just kissing and licking and sensuous rubbing and all that, but Tracy really gets into it. And Claire… I can see why she’s the one who wants to have their baby. Even I was tempted to nuzzle up to that chest…”

“You?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s just that when they get moving like that… it’s like hypnosis!” the bunny explained. “Anyway, caught you staring more than once. So you do like her, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I mean I liked her well enough for us to set this up, and after seeing her last night I definitely didn’t change my mind…” he said, remembering what Casey was talking about – a pair of perfect, full breasts jiggling with every wild thrust and grind from the girl’s canine lover, and the occasional glimpse of her smooth labia wrapped around the puffy canine mound. “But before he stuff last night… I kinda get the impression that she’d hide behind Tracy if I actually approached her…”

“Well, she is a little shy. You’ll have to coax her out of her shell but do it patiently, like I did with you…” Casey said, and Steve almost did a spit-take with the mouthful of water he was rinsing his mouth with.

“Sorry, did I hear that right – you were patient with me?” he asked staring down at the dead serious bunny.

“Uhhh, yeah?”

“No, I mean after we got together you really didn’t want to push me to come out, and you know I love you for that…”

“Awwwww!” Casey cooed in a syrup-sweet tone, cupping his cheeks and batting his eyelashes up at him.

“…but when it came to… you seduced me! Remember that night, you brought those ciders, got flirty, danced for me and…”

“…and gave you a first-class blowie, asking nothing in return but your happiness? Yeah, I remember that…” Casey said, putting his hands on his waifish hips. “And yes, that was me being patient. I knew I wanted you since the day I first met you, but I wanted to make sure that you were ready to deal with anything that might happen between us. And let me tell you something, my shy stud…” he said, actually poking Steve in his bare chest. “…if I wasn’t patient, I’d have had you that first day!”

“Okay, now I know you’re just bragging… wait, what are you doing now?” he asked as Casey turned around and started bending over enough for the t-shirt he slept in to ride up and expose his alabaster rump before straightening and stretching his arms up.

“I’m bending over to take stuff out of this box and putting them up on the shelves. We were moving into our dorm room that day, remember?” he said, continuing unpacking his imaginary box before he hissed and froze mid-reach.

“Ouch, that was too heavy… I think I hurt my shoulder. Would you mind just giving it a quick rub?” he asked, still facing away from Steve who just stared at the peculiar recreation in silence. “Mmmmh, yeah, right there! Mhhh, you have such strong hands…” the rabbit said, wriggling his slender shoulders as imaginary (but strong) hands kneaded life back into them. “Yeah, they feel better but I think I also did my back in. If you could just… yeah, just along my spine, like that… mhhh, a little lower… lower… ooh, sorry, my tail does that sometime…” Casey said, actually twitching his tail as he arched his back. “No, I’m not raising it because… I’ve only just met you! Ahhhh, careful, my ears are sensitive, don’t pull so hard on…”

“Okay, stop! You made your point. I’m intrigued but also terrified about you playing this out…” he said, as the sniggering bunny turned to face him triumphantly.

“Hah, just kidding! But it does illustrate my point that while you did prove to be the proverbial stallion once I got you into bed, it was my patient outgoing personality that got us together. But you can’t count on Claire doing you that favor. I just don’t see that girl taking you by the hand, dragging you to her bed and whispering in your ear that she was going to ride you until she became a mommy. Hmmm, someone seems to like that idea…”

“In all fairness that was mostly you bending over and moaning but, yeah I have to admit that the idea of Claire looking at me like that isn’t helping this go down.” Steve said, looking at the tent in his boxers.

“Okay, so remember what I said – pursue but patiently. We’ve still got a long vacation ahead of us… but now, let’s see what we can do to make this thing go down…” the bunny said, pulling his shirt over his head and fixing his gaze on the bulge in Steve’s boxers.

*******

“So uhm… I was thinking…” Claire said, or started to before she bit her lip and just stared at the jackal in front of her.

“You mean… tonight?” Tracy said, and wound up chewing her own lip at Claire’s little nod.

She’d be lying if she said she was really surprised. After their first night they’d finished up every day in either the boys’ room or theirs and unlike the first night hands and paws had strayed, the four lovers getting comfortable with touching as well as looking. They’d both enjoyed caressing Casey but Claire’s touch had been noticeably different when her hand wandered over to smooth skin. She’d cooed at the bunny’s svelte frame, admired the softness of his fur but when it came to Steve it was the hard parts of him that she seemed to admire, and that with hushed reverence. Tracy threw herself at her towel-wrapped mate, almost knocking Claire off the bed as she hugged her tight.

“So, I guess there’s no need to bother getting dressed. I’ll send them a text to let them know their invited…”

“… but don’t say anything about… y’know…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not crass. There’s two E’s in ‘breed’, right?” she said, flashing teeth as she grinned and just barely avoided a pillow to the smirking face. “There, see? A perfectly inviting yet vague text…” she said as Claire’s phone chirped, showing a message in their little group that thankfully didn’t involve the word ‘breed’. “Okay, so we have plenty of time to tidy up… my fur’s gonna be dry by then so we can air this place out so it doesn’t smell like wet dog…”

“You don’t smell like wet dog!” Claire insisted.

“Oh no? Well I’m not sure if this…” the jackal said, booping her wife’s nose “…does anything but sit there and look cute, but trust me – this bitch is wet.” She finished with a husk and her muzzle an inch from Claire’s ear. “So we’ve all been clicking pretty great, but I still figure I need to ask, you want everyone here for this?”

“Yeah I… I really want you to be there and the thought of asking Casey to leave…”

“…yeah, it’s like kicking a bunny.”

“I really feel like this is something we do as two couples, all of us together… is that weird?”

“Awwww, honey…” Tracy purred as she leaned forward and gave her wife a quick kiss. “The two of us have been weird since we got together. Why ruin things now?”

*******

Claire didn’t hear what Tracy had whispered into a perked lapine ear, but she could guess well enough when the bunny’s eyes went wide and he slid his muzzle off Steve’s erection. Steve himself looked puzzled, as if he was wondering if the jackal was stealing his waifish hubby away. But when Claire reached out to clasp his hand and he turned his head to look at her, he seemed to understand. Tracy had spent some time between her legs ‘getting her ready’ and with her breasts heaving and her face flushed she was sure she looked very much in the mood to become a mother, even if the hand clasping Steve’s was trembling a little.

Claire had never been confident which was why her dating experience had been limited before that first wild encounter with Tracy in spite of a figure that could have gotten a confident girl any boy she wanted. She hadn’t been sure what she’d been expecting from Steve and after their initial meeting she’d wondered if she really could make a guy fall for her in just a few days. The last few evenings they’d all gotten a little more comfortable with each other but now as he looked at her she felt a fluttering in her stomach as she realized that she was the center of his attention.

The mattress shifted as he rolled to his side, facing her as his eyes wandered downward from her face. She saw him reach out slowly but a steady hand, the same hand that came to rest on one of her firm mounds. She arched her back and pushed her chest out on reflex, because her breasts were sensitive and she always enjoyed it when they got some attention. But for the first time in years she felt like she was a little light on top. Tracy was deft and kneading, pinching and groping her chest but she did so with a girl’s hands, with long elegant fingers ending in dull, painted claws. Steve’s touch was a little rougher, unmistakably masculine but still gentle as he palmed the warm, supple globe, her nipple stiffening almost instantly against his palm.

Well, here goes nothing… she thought, reaching out and pulling a man she barely knew into a kiss. Her belly quivered as she moaned into against the lips pressing against hers, feeling the electric stirring of passion that calmed the last of her doubts. She didn’t know him very well and hadn’t known him very long but with every second they spent with their lips locked she felt more and more certain that she’d made the right decision. Some part of her stirred, insisting that this would be the man to father her child, and tonight might very well be the night it happened.

As they kissed his hand left her breast and slid down, past the trembling tummy as it slowly but confidently inched closer to a part of her that had been so thoroughly prepared by the love of her life. She glanced off to the side where Tracy knelt beside Casey, both of them wearing almost enraptured expressions as they sat mute in awe of this moment. That was the only thing that would have stopped her at this point – if she’d seen any pain or anguish in her wife’s face as she prepared to give herself to this man. The fingers reached her mound and slid lower still, dipping between her thighs and then between her labia.

Two of them dipped into her body, drawing a gasp from her lungs and a flurry of activity from the muscles of her sex. Two fingers – blunt, thick and strong- pushed into her, flexing and curling. Claire moaned out again, sliding one leg to the side and opening herself up for this male. He stroked around inside her for only a little longer but it was enough for his hand to come away wet when he withdrew it. He didn’t ask her anything, didn’t say a word as he held her gaze while positioning himself on top of her. Tracy wouldn’t have let her off that easy – there would have been some flirty teasing, a flash of a toothy smile, lusty little growls, but the jackal needed that. She stood a little taller than Claire, especially in stiletto heels and her ears perked up, but she also had a very delicate feminine build. It was her attitude - not her stature - that demanded respect from a lover.

Steve was different – a college athlete who hadn’t let himself down, he made her feel frail and vulnerable with his size alone, but he made her feel safe with the gentle way he touched. Her legs opened up as he placed himself between them, her hands trembling for entirely different reasons as she reached down to grasp his tip with one hand and guide him to her parted folds. She’d gotten a little too used to a canine sex-toy with a tapered tip and it took a little wriggling until she felt the hot, leaking glans slip where she needed it.

He eased himself in, allowing Claire to feel something she’d never felt before – a living, naked shaft twitching and leaking as it slid deeper, pushing out her own juices as her sex molded itself around it. Her body wrapped around him even as her limbs wrapped around his body, the sensation of smooth skin against hers highlighting the difference between her current lover and the jackal watching beside her. By the time she felt him bottom out inside her she could tell he wasn’t quite all the way in, but she knew from experience that his crotch would be flush with her splayed folds by the time they were spent. She also remembered that there would be no knot this time and almost giggled that a cock lacking that distinctly canine trait would seem weird to her.

Steve leaned down to kiss her and she eagerly kissed back, noticing with some relief that he was supporting himself on his arms. Tracy generally didn’t bother, preferring to writhe on top of her as fur rubbed against skin and their breasts smooshed together, but she doubted she could take a man Steve’s size as easily as she took her willowy bitch. Their lips were still locked as he started rocking his hips, his length barely leaving the embrace if her sex as it sifted around, rubbing against the wet velvety walls and gently grazing the barrier deep inside her, one that she’d never been more keenly aware than now.

Tracy loved to tease her how she was going to breed her when they got so carried away that it sounded hot rather than ridiculous, and she even once bought lube that looked like fake cum and pumped a generous amount into her smooth-skinned lover before rutting her. It had seemed like a bit of silly (and messy) fun to Claire but Tracy still loved to show her the selfies she took and gloat at how she’d cream-pied her.

And while she had to give it to Tracy that her passion and energy were real and that she really did feel like they were ‘mating’ when the bitch was pumping between her legs, she was keenly aware that this wasn’t a very life-like piece of silicone her body was holding and that it wouldn’t be artificial white goop that tip tickling her cervix would leave in her. She could feel her hips starting to move, the legs wrapped around Steve’s body letting her lift them a little, enough to signal her readiness. She whimpered when the shaft began to slide out, inch after inch leaving her as her lips clung to the slick length. She moaned out again when Steve drove back in, grunting softly as her walls pulsed around him, coaxing what they were bound to get anyway…

*******

Tracy was feeling torn between the desire to be close to her wife during what would hopefully be a huge moment in her life, but at the same time she felt Claire owed some attention to the handsome young man who would hopefully be the father of their child. And as captivating as the sight of the two of them was, she supposed it just wasn’t in her to be completely passive. She felt like this was the point where she and Casey just needed to sit back and let nature take its course, but why sit idle.

The bunny watched wide-eyed, so enraptured that he didn’t notice the slinky jackal rising from the bed until she was kneeling behind him. The white rabbit would have looked as pure and innocent as a lapine cherub if not for the rather noticeable erection, and the telling blush on the insides of his perked ears. Tracy rested her hands on his slender shoulders, feeling him tense for a second before relaxing and leaning back against her as she slid her hands down to his chest. Not quite innocent, but an almost sisterly embrace as the bunny leaned his head back against her bosom and her fingers traced little patterns in the soft white fur of his chest.

It was nice and intimate but also… promising. The cunning bitch took as much time as she dared tracing just around the two little circles of pink skin, her smile growing wider as the little lapine nipples poked out and the flat chest began to swell a little more with each breath. The boyish bust stood no chance against paws used to a serious handful, and while Casey was sadly lacking in big bouncy boobies, the long ears looked both tempting as sensitive. As she gently tweaked the bunny’s nipples she ran her muzzle along the inner edge of his left ear, a supple little move that earned her a gasp from Casey and a flick of the ear against her face. Most likely just a reflex, but Tracy wasn’t about to leave such a challenge go unanswered.

She gave the bunny a warning in the form of a growl so low and soft that it could have passed for a purr, and one that finished with her teeth gently pinching the offending ear. Ear own ears swiveled at the sound Casey made, a noise she was willing to believe came from the buxom human girl cooing encouragements to the male covering her. But she knew the girlish mewl had come from the bunny when she felt his tail twitching against her abs. Looking down she could see the tail wasn’t the only thing that was twitching. It did look pretty, she had to give him that – a slender pink shaft contrasting nicely with the milk-white of his fur. Part of her was tempted to just get a grip on the bunny and let him hump her fist as he made those cute noises.

But then again she’d done that plenty of times. And the little slut writhing against her was so unlike any boy she’d been with that she couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t at least try. They were still both looking at their spouses as the smooth bodies moved in tandem. She had to admit that for being an ex-jock Steve really was a gentle lover, but obviously assertive enough for Claire. She knew those noises, and knew full well her wife couldn’t fake them. The already lewd noise of bare skin slapping was made even more lascivious by the distinctly wet note that she was sure even human ears could pick up. The sound brought to mind certain practical considerations as she moved one hand from the svelte lapine body to probe between her own thighs.

Tracy was not surprised to find herself messy down there, and it took no more than two dips into her honeypot to leave her fingers soaked and slick. It was with some regret that she pulled them out, but she could play with that anytime. She knew that what she was about to do might still be a little too far out of Casey’s comfort zone, so she made sure to be nice and gentle as she pressed a warm wet finger under the bunny’s puffy tail. It was when she heard him gasp, saw him flick his ears down and push just a little bit against her digit that she decided gentle wasn’t going to cut it.

Casey’s moan was sheer music, the cry rising in pitch with the same smoothness as the finger pushing past his pulsing pucker until Tracy found herself knuckle deep in a very eager bunny. Her hand moved from his chest, sliding up his neck and making him shudder against her and clench around her until she was holding his pointed white chin. As she turned his head to face her she realized why the man who was even now demonstrating his sexual attraction to women had fallen for this waifish male. It was not just the way the bunny dressed, or the subtle application of make-up, or even his choice of scents.

Even with his flat chest and raging erection proclaimed him for a male there was no way to call this face handsome. The bone-structure was too delicate, the lips a little too full but it was ultimately the eyes. Big, bright, long-lashed and beckoning, they demanded the face be recognized as beautiful. And they made other demands as well, one in particular Tracy was eager to fulfill. She pumped her finger gently even as she lowered her muzzle to Casey’s, feeling the heat of his breath against her lips before she caught the fruity taste of his gloss. She let her tongue slide past her pointy teeth and into his mouth, kissing him deeply. And the bunny kissed back, as feminine as the woman she loved.

“You know you can stop me any time you like…” she whispered into one long ear before giving it a gentle nip.

“Mmm-hmm…” the bunny murmured, his stiffy leaking and his flat chest rising and falling as he thrust it out and his rear.

Tracy looked again at the athletic body of the man gently thrusting into the moaning girl wrapped around him – the power in his body, the confidence, the gentle strength evident in every movement of his toned body. Claire had mentioned well before they embarked on the trip that she’d have no objections to Tracy herself having sex with Steve if she wanted, and while she had to admit that he was built in a way that drew a woman’s eye she knew that the only satisfaction she’d get if she were in Claire’s place would be physical.

But this little gem she had her hands on and a finger in... this wasn’t a male who’s ego bruised easily. He was confident and outgoing but he knew what he wanted and he didn’t care that right now it was a woman giving it to him. Tracy brought her muzzle down to the white fluff of his neck, huffing against it as she very carefully slid another finger in. Casey’s moan was soft and long as his tail twitched and his pucker pulsed around the jackal’s nimble fingers. A personal best for the bitch, since the most Claire would let her get away with was a single finger, and only when she was in a particularly good mood.

But then again she’d seen the white rabbit take his husband so it was no surprise he was arching his back and keeping that puff of a tail hiked up for her. She let her free hand roam the bunny’s body, sliding it along his trim tummy, playing with his nipples or running her fingers along those pouty lips. But the one thing she pointedly avoided was the increasingly leaky lapine length. After all, she’d seen Casey blow his bunny-batter from nothing but Steve pumping where her fingers were now, and Tracy was very determined to see if she could make the writhing rabbit squeak and squirt without touching his carrot.

“Nhaahhhh!”

Canine ears swiveled at the sound, the bunny’s tunnel clenching as Tracy’s fingers brushed against something. She did it again, very gently and only for a briefest of moments, but it was enough to make the bunny’s erection twitch.

“That the right spot?” she asked, her voice sweet as honey as it dripped into a long lapine ear.

“Mmmhhhyyeessshh!”

“Good…” she cooed, pointedly rubbing around the little boy-button. She grinned as the bunny mewled and tried to wriggle, but she knew she had him now. “You wanna cum, Casey?”

“Mnnngghh –yes!” came the strained squeak.

“And do you know what I want to hear?” she crooned, teeth flashing. Fortunately, Casey did…

“Mwwaaahhh, please! I wanna cum! Please, pleeee…” he mewled, his voice rising where even Tracy’s ears lost the sound as she not only found his little button but pressed it… hard.

The Jackal could actually hear the subtle little squirting sound as the first rope of lapine seed shit from the tip of the twitching pink length and her eyes followed the twisting string of white goo as it arced gracefully, reached its zenith and landed with a splat on Steve’s back. The lapine love-tunnel clenched and milked the digits still mercilessly rubbing the sensitive spot hidden in that snowy white rump, making the rabbit mewl and pant as he painted his lover’s back. Not that Steve noticed. It would take a hose of cold water and not a lapine load to bring either of those two out of the spell they were under…

*******

Strange squealing noises filled Claire’s ears and at this point she wasn’t sure if they were hers or not. She was making plenty of her own, and after her first climax she didn’t feel capable of coming up with anything intelligible. She could feel the mess down there, a warm wetness splattered on her crotch with every thrust, with a little trickle trailing down to her pucker. Even though she was still clinging to him, Steve was managing to rut her at a tempo that had her eyes crossing and her toes curling. The gentle start had paid off and her body had stretched to accommodate him, enough that he was sheathing every inch when he pushed forward and drove her body against the mattress.

It was hard for her to focus her eyes but when she did she found herself staring into the face of the man on top of her, the man who at any moment could wind up being the father of her child. The strength of him awed her, since the last male she’d been with had been in high-school and even then it hadn’t been a jock. When Tracy was on top of her like this the horny bitch always gave her everything she had, and Claire always had a wild time taking it. If Steve did that she’d be in pain or even injured, and she could tell that he was holding himself in check even as his pelvis slapped away between her legs.

She could feel herself careening again, her gasps climbing in pitch and her panting breath coming in ragged as muscles deep inside her tensed. The legs still wrapped around the man thrusting into her quivered, the nipples on her wildly bouncing breasts turning rock hard as her whole body froze and then shattered. Claire threw her head back and cried out, feeling her walls pulse and flutter around the male driving himself into her. Over the pounding in her ears she heard Steve grunt, felt his thrusts grow shallow and his erection flex in the wet tightness clenching around it.

She felt him push in until his glans was mashed against her cervix, close enough that she could actually feel the force of his orgasm as the first rope of warm seed struck the entrance to her womb. It was Claire’s first taste of unprotected sex with a male and with both her mind and body receptive the sensation of Steve climaxing inside her kept her riding her climax. She could feel herself milk him even as he ground against her splayed folds, feeling pressure build in her until the warmth began to seep into her body, deeper than even a man as well-endowed as Steve could reach. Once she had caught enough breath she pulled him down into a kiss, deep and honest and a silent but clear expression of gratitude. No sooner than their lips parted then she felt a delicate hand move her chin to the side, her bleary eyes reflected in the gaze of her wife and lover as a muzzle was pressed to her lips. As her arms unwrapped from around Steve’s neck and fastened around Tracy’s she could feel the mattress shift as he sat up, still inside her due in no small apart to her legs which at this point she didn’t even feel, much less control. Someone would have to help untangle her from Steve. And from Tracy. And from the sound of it to disentangle Steve and Casey. But that could wait a little longer…

*******

“You two sure you don’t mind?” Claire asked as the four of them gathered together. It was late morning now, and after they’d all had breakfast together and spent a little time on the beach they’d briefly considered the amusements the resort offered before getting back to their room and getting naked.

“We don’t, for the twentieth time! There’s no guaranty last night took and neither I nor Casey felt left out. That being said…” Tracy cooed, pressing her chest against her wife’s back as he nuzzled her neck. “…last night was about you two sharing something special, but now that you seem a lot more comfortable with each other we can get back to just… sharing.”

“So Claire…” Steve asked, feeling like it would still be up to the two of them to start.

“Well I feel like I should do some of the work, so you mind me riding cowgirl?”

“No complaint’s here…” he said, scooting back until he was comfortably leaning back against a pillow.

“Well no need to rush things. Tell you what – why don’t Casey and Claire get you ready? A nice bit of bonding for the three of you?” Tracy suggested.

“And what will you be doing?” Claire asked, not trusting her wife while she was flashing that grin.

“Why, I’ll be right behind you…” Tracy growled lustily into her wife’s ear, knowing that would be the tone that got her into the spirit of things.

Casey didn’t need any persuading, and soon enough both the bunny and Claire were kneeling at either side of the reclining male, with their faces tantalizingly close to Steve’s crotch, their bodies parallel to his legs and most importantly their behinds thrust out in the direction of the jackal bitch savoring the sight and contemplating her possibilities. Casey smiled as he met Claire’s eyes and just shrugged his slender shoulders before pushing his muzzle forward and flicking his tongue against his husband’s erection.

Claire took a moment to just take in the sight of the cute, femmy bunny doing what he obviously loved before joining in, pressing her lips to Steve’s glans and thrilling at the heat of it. She liked the toy Tracy had and she loved the way the feisty bitch used it, but this thing was alive and it twitched and flexed under the loving attention she and Casey were showing it. They’d gotten into a nice swing of things going up and down and pushing the erection towards each other when they shuddered and gasped in tandem, a sure sign that she wasn’t the only one Tracy was running her paws over.

“Don’t let me interrupt you girls. Just making sure you don’t feel neglected.” The jackal cooed as the duo in question turned half-way to look at her kneeling between and behind their up-turned rumps.

Tracy for her part just grinned as she ran her hands along the two dissimilar behinds. She had to admit that Claire was her favorite – generous but with a nice round shape, covered in silky smooth skin that he knew from experience would show a perfect paw-print if slapped. Casey was a little leaner but the bunny did work on his buns. It wasn’t really fair to compare him to the lush feminine curves of his co-fellator, but for a guy the rabbit had a gorgeously cute ass. It was also less of a handful and thus easier to grope, which the jackal proved by giving one white-furred cheek a nice squeeze.

Her paws continued to roam, slipping between both Casey’s and Claire’s legs as her left paw ran along smooth plump labia while her right one cupped the bunny’s bits. She kept her touch teasingly light as she caressed both the woman and the feminine boy moaning around his mouthful. She had to admit Casey’s little punch was cute, and it was hard to believe such a tiny coin purse could make such a mess. His shaft had been semi-hard and she could feel the lapine rod going from plump to firm in her paw. She felt mildly curious what it would feel like to actually take the slender pink cocklet in her increasingly wet spade, but if she was going to fuck the bunny-boi at some point during this vacation, she knew of a way that would no doubt prove more enjoyable for either of them.

Casey was by no means unaccustomed to giving his hubby oral, and he loved anything from deep-throating the man of his life to putting on a good show by showering his erection with affection. During either of those things he’d stare up at Steve, and that bit of eye-contact would always make the young man twitch and throb just a little harder, so it was kind of strange that now when he looked up from the shaft in front of him he met a pair of eyes much closer and that looked at him with a shy sparkle before focusing once again to the male they were sharing. And their looks became even warmer when the jackal between them both got busy, making them both moan and gasp as they went up and down the length, nuzzling, licking and kiss…

His eyes shot open and focused on Claire’s as they both stood frozen with the tip of his nose pressed against his nosepad and their lips just barely grazing around Steve’s tip. He was fairly sure Tracy had noticed the accidental kiss because he could feel her hand grip his shaft with enough force to make him flex and moan. He wasn’t sure what she’d done to Claire but considering she was moaning along with him he could venture a guess. So the two just closed their eyes and Claire tilted her head a little, allowing them to press their lips together as their tongues sought a way around Steve’s glans.

Claire wasn’t really sure what she was doing at this point with her hand brushing a hefty sack, her mouth locked with Casey’s and both of their lips still wrapped around the tip of the male groaning under them, and with a certain crafty bitch running a paw-pad in tiny circles around the little hood at the top of her sex. Kissing Casey was pleasant but a little strange. His tongue was smaller than the satiny monster that hid out in her wife’s long muzzle but the bunny was also timid. Ironically kissing the waifish lapine felt more like kissing a girl than locking lips with Tracy, who could put enough force into a kiss to make Claire’s pulse speed up and her legs go weak at the knees.

“Uhhh, Claire, if you still want to try for a baby, I’m gonna have to break you two up…” Steve said, and the strained tone of his voice had both Claire and Casey snapping up into a sitting position.

“Okay, I guess you two are good to go. Lemme just check...” the bunny said, palming his husband’s sack and weighing it in his paw. “Yeah, that oughta do it.” He said, moving aside and letting Claire swing a leg over Steve’s hips.

Tracy had done a good enough job and between the two of them she and Casey had polished Steve’s shaft to a gleaming shine, so after she parted her lips and aimed his tip up there was nothing to do but to let her hips slip downward and her new lover to slide deeper and deeper in. She watched in awe as her folds wrapped around him, sighing as a living, twitching shaft spread her as it pushed into her body. She finally tore her eyes from their privates and blushed at the way Steve was looking at her. What surprised her was that the look on Casey’s face wasn’t all that different from his husbands.

“Wow… you really have a beautiful bust…” Casey said in a wistful tone, surprising Claire as he stared at her chest.

“You’re not envious, are you?” she heard Tracy croon from behind her, the jackal holding up her own perky pair as if to taunt the bunny.

“Hey, flat is justice! But I dunno… these just look pretty. Are they sensitive?” The bunny asked, laying a slender white paw on one perfect teardrop.

“Aren’t yours?” Claire asked with a smile. The past few nights she’d seen Tracy toy with the bunny’s little nipples, and even she had to admit to a thrill at running her hands along the boyish chest.

“I guess but…” the bunny trailed off, drifting closer and closer to the smooth mound he was palming until to Claire’s surprise he opened his muzzle, closed his eyes and latched onto her nipple.

She found herself gasping not only at the sensation of a little lapine tongue licking the swiftly stiffening nub, but also to the sight of the femmy rabbit. Casey had his eyes closed, his ears flicked back and his head tilted up as he softly moaned while play-nursing on her tit. It was intensely erotic, but at the same time he looked so innocent in his white fur and so harmless with his ears folded back. Without even thinking about it, she found herself running her hand along his mop of orange hair and along the long lapine ears.

“Oooh, that biological clock must really be messing with you…” she heard Tracy coo into her ear, almost able to hear the jackals grin as she teased her about ‘nursing’ a bunny that had moments ago been happily sharing his husband’s cock with her.

Steve’s shaft wasn’t something she was likely to forget, at least not while it was still throbbing inside her - a little harder as the young man watched the femmy bunny press his muzzle to a perfect breast. She swiveled her hips a little, feeling the length she’d taken stroke and stir around inside her as she slowly forced her body to adjust and stretch, wanting to take those final few inches before she really got started.

Casey did eventually detach from her breast, leaving her nipple pink and shiny and the insides of his ears noticeably blushing as he gave her a sheepish look before bending over to plant a kiss on Steve’s lips. Claire still wasn’t sure what that was all about and still refused to dignify Tracy’s remark with an answer, so she settled for just grinding her hips down in preparation for her ride. When Casey broke their kiss and sat up she caught her wife whispering something in the rabbit’s long white ear, after which Casey hopped around behind her and Tracy nimbly settled down with her knees on either side of Steve’s shoulders.

“I let you two get lovey-dovey last night, but I hope you don’t mind me wanting to look my wife in her pretty eyes while you two have fun?”

“Uhh, sure?”

“Good! Now no pressure or anything, but if you happen to see something you like down there feel free to help yourself…” the bitch almost purred out, hiking her tail and throwing her firm ass out at her wife’s stud.

And while she had little use for cocky males, Tracy could appreciate one who knew how to take a hint. The hint in this case were her furry cheeks since each one had a strong hand grasping and squeezing. She figured that with Casey’s boyish buns, Claire’s Botticellian bottom and her toned tush Steve really was spoilt for choice. And while he admired her from that angle, the jackal took her wife’s hands and twined her fingers with hers, both of them leaning forward and kissing as they arched their backs and threw their rears out at Steve’s crotch and face, respectively.

It didn’t take Steve long to home in on the canine sex already wet and just begging for some love, but just to make sure the moment she felt his breath on her muff Tracy gave her tail a few encouraging wags. The young man was either a bit out of practice performing cunnilingus on an actual woman, or he hadn’t had any experience with canines. The upward strokes that would have slid perfectly along Claire’s cleft was not really the best approached for her Y-shaped folds, and Tracy was close to considering just having a seat on his face and rubbing around until it felt good when inspiration struck. Humans looked a bit funny without muzzles, but their mouths were made for botches, a fact she was reminded of as Steve wrapped his lips around her femininity and sucked it into his mouth. Then it was a simple matter to push his tongue out, work the tip into the immobilized spade and push it deep enough for Tracy’s tail to wag for real.

Claire could hear her bitch of a wife moan into their kiss and figured Steve had taken her up on that rather unsubtle offer. She had to admit it was a real turn-on sharing the hunk man with Tracy like this, an idea that had her hips moving as she slid up and down the thick length bottoming out inside her on every plunge. She was worried they were leaving Casey out of the fun until he felt the bunny’s hands slip down her sides and linger on her waist. It was a ticklish spot for her, but unlike Tracy the bunny was being gentle, his touch feather soft, his…

“Mppfffhh!” Claire squeaked, but there was too much jackal tongue in her mouth for even that much to get out. But rabbits did have good ears, and Casey had either heard her or notice the way she tensed up at the sensation of something hot and stiff back there.

“Oh, sorry! I wasn’t gonna put it in or anything but this, uhm… it feels kinda nice, so if it’s okay…” he asked, with his little lapine stiffy wedged between the startled Claire’s cheeks.

“O-okay, just be careful. I’m really a wuss when it comes to anal…” she said, breaking a kiss and blushing while Tracy tried to look around and behind her to see what Casey’s carrot looks like between her buns.

Claire had to admit that it felt weird having a hot stiff piece of lapine love slipping around back there, but she was herself slipping past that point where her libido eclipsed her anxiety, even her (newfound) fear of winding up accidentally impaled on a femboy’s erection. But Casey was being careful, and as she slid back and forth and up and down on the bunny’s husband all she felt was the shaft pressed between her cheeks, and not the poke or prod of a lapine tip. Casey was obviously enjoying himself since things back there were starting to get noticeably slippery as the bunny glazed her buns. The bunny also moved his hands up to play with her breasts, and while the inadequate size of his paws and his lack of experience worked against him, Casey made up for it with sheer enthusiasm.

Looking up from the little white hands struggling with the bounty of her bust, Claire was caught in the intense but always loving gaze of the woman she was even now trying to start a family with. The jackal’s eyes were a little fluttery considering she was all but riding Steve’s face at this point but they still drew her in and drew her lips closer. Claire could feel herself speeding up, her body responding to an overwhelming amount of stimulation. She was now taking every inch of the man under both her and Tracy, pushing her hips down forcefully and feeling the tip bottom out inside her every time.

Along with that she had Tracy’s tongue wrestling with hers, a pair of dainty hands working diligently to keep her breasts from spilling out of them as fingers blindly sought out stiff nipples. Even the lapine erection caught between her cheeks felt thrilling now that she was sure she could trust Casey not to try actually mounting her rump. Through all that were the sounds of sex, from the moans of herself and her mate muffled by their kiss, the groans of Steve muffled by an eager bitch asserting herself, and the clear gasps of the waifish rabbit behind her.

Casey himself had to admit he was enjoying this more than he’d expected. At first it had seemed like a cute and sexy idea, a way for him to join in on the fun, but the more Claire rode Steve the more her ample behind stroked the lapine erection wedged between her cheeks. He had to admit he had little to no idea what he was doing with her boobs, but it felt kinda fun and it definitely wasn’t hurting things. His ears swiveled at a muffled whine from the human girl and he looked down just to make sure he didn’t do anything in wrong, in time to see Claire’s pucker, uninvaded by a lapine erection but winking in obvious climax.

He had to admit there was something about this that was more intense than even last night – this tangling of bodies with no inhibitions but for the consideration they shared for each other, the four of them working in clumsy but eager tandem. The bunny hadn’t even noticed his own hips moving, enough to make little tapping noises as they met the rump of the girl frozen by her orgasm. His hands slipped from her breasts, sliding way down until he could feel a spot where soft met hard, where Steve’s shaft was spreading the soft lips of Claire’s sex. With a final gasp he felt his toes curl and his hips give one final thrust, enough to push the tip of his cock clear of the curvy rump so that his seed sprayed across her back in pearly-white squiggles.

Steve’s ears were catching a lot of interesting noises, with the final one being the distinct sound of Casey reaching his peek. He hoped the clenching he’d felt around him a moment ago meant that Claire had cum as well, rather than her seizing up after the bunny’s tip wound up going somewhere it shouldn’t. He knew that Tracy had reached her peak a little while ago because her entire spade had been in his mouth when it squirted, but the jackal wasn’t eager to leave her seat. It finally took a few taps on her thigh for her to stand up, still keeping her legs on either side of him and her dripping sex above him, but giving him a clear view of the woman who was once again riding him.

He’d been on the edge himself but the sight of her pushed him over. He laid his hands on her hips, his eyes roaming from the face with naked ecstasy still etched with pink across her cheeks, traveling down along mouthwatering curves to the place where she was stretched around him, her folds wet and blushing the same pretty pink as her cheeks. He held her as he bucked up, drawing a long moan from her that rose in pitch until he gave in. He heard her gasp, saw her tummy flex as she felt it – the warmth rushing from him and flowing into her.

He guided her down gently, and with Casey and Tracy’s help he soon had the buxom beauty curled up against him, his shaft still in her as it slowly softened. Neither his spouse nor hers seemed in a rush to part the, with Casey snuggling up to one side as Tracy took the other. At least I’ll be warm… were Steve’s thoughts as he dozed off.

*******

“You know, the important thing is not to get too hyped up over this…” Casey said as he and Steve and Tracy sat on the edge of the girls’ bed.

They’d be packing tomorrow and neither of them could really believe the time had flown by so quickly. But they had to admit, if time flew by when you were having fun, it was to be expected. They’d missed out on a lot of fun activities the resort offered its guests, but had come up with plenty of her own. Tracy had dug out her double-ended toy and they’d decided to reconnect with their spouses, albeit in the same room. Steve had been amazed to see a woman with the body of a lingerie model rut her smooth-skinned lover in a way that would have put most men to shame. Then they’d switched and spent what energy they had left on each other’s mates, with Tracy being a bit irked when Casey and Claire refused to ‘name a winner’. They’d all made love on the beach which had been great, they’d done it without getting caught which was better, but with all of that ticked off the list they were now waiting to see if they’d done what they had come here to do.

“Right, I mean it is pretty early even for an early test…” Steve added while the usually talkative jackal just sat there, wringing her hands and chewing her lip. The two anthros’ ears perked even before the bathroom door opened and Claire emerged, one hand covering her mouth, tears streaming from her eyes while the other hand trembled as it held up the bit of plastic they’d all been waiting to see.

“Is… is it…?” Tracy asked, suddenly standing upright with her ears perked and her tail frozen in place. And when Claire nodded, the jackal sprang for her.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, I can’t believe it! We’re gonna be mommies. Here, lemme see…” she squeaked, reaching for the pregnancy test.

“Ewww, don’t touch it, you know where it’s been!” Claire insisted, trying to keep her hand out of reach of the jackal. It looked uncannily like a hyperactive dog going crazy while waiting for its owner to throw the stick.

“It’s not uranium! C’mon, I wanna see…” Tracy insisted finally gripping her wife’s wrist and getting a good look at the display end.

“Congratulations!” Casey squeaked out, literally hopping in place. Tracy released her expecting wife so that the boys could also get a hug in.

“Come on, sit down, you’re shaking…” the jackal said, easing the still stunned Claire down onto the bed.

“I still can’t believe it – we’re actually gonna have a baby. Our little pup’s growing in here…” Tracy cooed, placing a paw on Claire’s belly.

“Humans don’t have pups. It’s a bunn in the oven!” Casey insisted with a smirk.

“So if it’s positive so soon that means that the first time…” Steve began doing the math in his head.

“Yeah, too bad you didn’t know, huh? Wouldn’t have bothered with all those other times?” Claire said, leaning over the two anthros obsessing over her still flat tummy to kiss the man who’d given her the life growing in her.

“It makes you think though – if you were at your peak when we first came here, then it’s a good thing we pushed things along that first night together, huh?” Casey said, to obsessed with Claire’s belly to notice Tracy wince.

“Yeah I guess it was kind of a lucky… wait, what do you mean by ‘we’? I mean it was us two that…” Claire said, pointing to herself and her wife who seemed to have frozen mid-bellyrub. “…that walked in on you. But even that wasn’t a ‘we’ because it was Tracy’s idea. She practically had to drag me over to where you were…” she drifted off, the bunny’s ears folding back as he awkwardly sat up.

“Wait… did the two of you seriously…” Steve said, catching onto the same idea that had Claire staring at her contrite canine mate.

“Okay now I understand that there has been a breach of trust and that always hurts. So that’s on us, not trying to get out of my share of the blame here, and I’m sure Casey isn’t either…” Tracy said, looking abashed as she addressed the two humans while flashing a harsher look at the busted bunny. “And I’m not even going to try playing the ‘good intensions’ card here, although obviously we acted with both love and respect for you two. But I have to point out that a little bundle of joy will be born out of this and we’ll all be a kind of big happy family after the time we spent together and the times to come…” she concluded, finishing off with a very polished sad puppy look.

“You’ll be doing the late night feedings, starting in nine months and ending when I feel you’ve learned your lesson.” Claire passed sentence, having grown immune to her wife’s puppy-dog trick after prolonged exposure to it.

“Okay, that’s fair… But if I have to feed the baby than my co-conspirator has to stay up with me singing lullabies via video-chat!”

“Agreed.” Steve said before Casey even had time to suggest an alternative.

“Well… small price for forgiveness, huh?” he said, bashfully looking at Tracy.

“Hope you still feel that way in nine months’ time, at around 3 am.” She said, giving the bunny a final glare before flashing a warm smile to Claire as she gave her an apologetic little kiss. “And until the baby comes I’m gonna be there for you every hour of every day – rubbing your feet, your shoulders, your tummy…”

“I’m an expecting mother, not a genie-lamp!” Claire protested but smiled as Tracy kissed her way along her neck, presumably heading towards the aforementioned tummy. “And you two have to promise to come and visit whenever you have the chance…”

“Yeah, drive over and stay the weekend… let us get some final use out of that guest-room before we turn it into a nursery…” Tracy said.

The boys were quick to accept and it was a very nice homey thought of the four of them doing wholesome couple things while waiting for the big day. And while they were all glad they managed to do what had brought them all here, none of them really felt like they’d finished anything. If anything, this all felt like just a very good start…