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It's particularly fitting to wrap up the story of these four characters with four installments. Going with that theme, I did something new and wrote this one in four 1st person POVs, one for each character. I've normally only ever done my first-person stories from a single perspective, but since there's no back-and-forth and a time lapse between each segment, there should be no confusion about who's telling their part of the story, and fan's can finally get Casey and Tracy's perspective._

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** CLAIRE**

Well, that’s a weight off my shoulders. Actually, it’s a weight off my chest, but the back and shoulders kinda carry it. But it has its perks, and breastfeeding my babies was something more special and intimate than I could have imagined. Probably why I’m keeping at it a month after we helped Dough and Nina blow out their first candle, even though they’re both on solids. Well, they do say ‘Go with the flow’.

I smiled as I looked at the dead-silent baby monitor resting by the bed I share with my wife. Tracy won’t turn it on until she leaves the nursery so that I wouldn’t hear her tucking the twins in. She’s still every bit the crazy, cocky bitch I fell in love with, but she’s self-conscious about how bubbly and silly she gets when alone with the babies. I could almost see her tail wagging as she bent over the crib – cooing, gushing and letting the soft, tiny hands grab her nose. Once she got it out of her system, she’d slink back down the hall to the girl’s room.

It was almost two years ago now that my pregnancy test showed positive and kicked off some pretty big changes in four lives. Tracy and I had been planning on getting a bigger place once we were expecting, and since our little vacation with Steve and Casey went off better than anyone could have imagined, the boys were also looking to move somewhere close by. And when my ultrasound detected two heartbeats… well, they do say there’s safety in numbers. Two kids vs. two moms sounded a little overwhelming, so after some discussion and some… re-affirmation of our intimacy, we decided to bring the boys in on ‘team parent’.

It had always been an option, something we’ve discussed happening down the line, when we thought there would be one baby to start with. God, I don’t want to think of the time we would have wasted had we done that! The ‘quaple’ family idea wasn’t really ours – we’d read about people who’d conceived the way we did who’d taken this route. There were definite perks. Buying one pretty big house turned out cheaper than buying two smaller ones.

Our initial idea had been to just have one grown-ups’ bedroom with some sort of huge Franken-bed big enough for four people to sleep and have fun in. That idea was the cause of some excitement until Casey asked what we’d do when the people sleeping in the middle had to wake up in the middle of the night to answer the call of nature and we realized that the answer was ‘crawl over at least one person’. The whole idea fell apart, like I’m sure the actual bed would have if we’d gone through with it. So now upstairs we have the girl’s room, the boy’s room, the nursery and Casey’s little ‘home office’ which he’s vowed to relinquish once the twins decide the nursery isn't big enough for the two of them. So far they like sharing a crib, so the bunny’s not getting kicked out anytime soon.

As for the set-up, girls are very much welcome in the boy’s room and vice-versa, which is made obvious by my predicament. I had the biological father of my children behind me, kneading my back with his big strong hands while the gentler white-furred paws of a dainty white bunny were dabbing lotion on my chapped nipples with the attention and care more commonly used in restoring Renaissance frescos.

“Mhhhh, I love what you guys are doing, but I’m a married woman!” I mock-complained, melting back into Steve’s hands.

“So? I’m a married man…” Steve murmured from behind me.

“Me too!” said Casey, addressing either me or my left nipple.

“Seriously, my wife’s a real bitch and crazy possessive. No telling what she’d do if she caught us…”

“You hear that, Casey?”

“Of course. Why do you think I’m doing this as slow as humanly possible?” he said, eyes almost crossed as he focused on dabbing soothing white cream on a still perked nub.

“Steve, can you go a little harder? Think I’ve got a few knots really deep in there…”

“Like… this?” he said, and I felt thumbs push hard against the supple skin on my back.

“Mnnnhhh, like that…”

“Good, ‘cause if you needed it any harder we’d have to lay you down and have Casey walk over your back.” he said, making me laugh enough for my breasts to shake and make the bunny’s self-appointed task more difficult.

“So it’s really true? The big boob curse?” asked the bunny, weighing one of them in a soft dainty paw.

“Well before the twins it never got really bad, but now that they’re productive they seem to be just over my spine’s weight limit.” I said, watching Casey drop the pretense of dabbing lotion and just start playing with my chest. For a femmy lapine who loves bottoming for both his husband and my wife, he gets this adorably focused look on his muzzle when he gets his hands on my boobs.

“You know, Steve’s pretty good with feet too. “ Casey suggested.

“Yeah, but I only rubbed yours for luck.”

“Yeah right!”

“Seriously. If I’ve got a boi with two lucky rabbit feet I’d be crazy not to make good use of them. Remember the night before my big game?”

“Yeah, I seem to remember you bending me double and…”

“...after that?”

“After that we cuddled and you gave me a very nice footr- Oh my God!”

“Worked didn’t it? Luckiest day of my life. And I won the game, too…”

“Awwww!” I cooed.

“Nice save…” said the bunny trying not to grin at the touching if slightly corny remark.

“What are you two doing with my wife?”

It was delivered in a cold, deadpan tone that had all three pairs of eyes glued to the door, framing a sinister canine figure. Tracy had crossed her arms under her breasts, making them push out against the material of her nightgown, leaning against the doorframe as her tail swished behind her with the mechanical precision of a metronome.

“It’s not what it… wait, it is what it looks like. We weren’t even doing anything, we were just pampering her!” Casey insisted.

“Not doing anything? Lazy boys! Looks like I have to do everything myself…” she scolded, and I hid my smile behind a hand. The woman who delivers lines like that has the nerve to call me a dork. I’d accuse her of LARPing, but I could see the twinkle in her eye and didn’t want to mess with whatever she had in that twisted mind. I spared a glance at the baby monitor, noticing the indicator light was on. A literal green light for responsible parents to get a little irresponsible.

As corny as her lines could get, I couldn’t fault my wife’s showmanship. Manicured claws quickly undid the knot holding her robe closed, and with a shrug and a whisper she sort of stepped out of it, letting it pool on the ground as she climbed into bed. The boys, respecting her territory, made room for her as she loomed over me. And boy could she loom! Steve was taller than she was, but he couldn’t bring this aura of sinister dominance into play, the attitude enhanced by my gorgeous bich’s predatory features.

I shuddered in excitement when her hands settled on my freshly un-knotted shoulders, her muzzle pressing gently against my lips as her tongue plunged in. A long, nimble tongue guided by a creative and deviant mind that did wonders no matter which part of my body she used it on. Tracy was also a great kisser in general, doing little things like running the back of her fingers along the line of my jaw, letting our lips part to just flick the tip of her tongue against mine as we gasped in unison, pinching my bottom lip with her long canines. I barely even noticed her easing me back onto the mattress but when I opened my eyes the face of my beautiful bitch was framed by our ceiling. She let her muzzle travel down, kissing, licking and nipping her way down my neck, along my collar bone, my breasts…

“Don’t!” Casey almost squeaked. Did you ever put food into a big fearsome dog’s bowl and then immediately tried to take the bowl away? The look you would have gotten from that dog was the look Casey got from Tracy. “I just finished putting lotion on them…” he said by way of apologetic explanation.

Tracy rolled her eyes and flicked her tail but didn’t want to spoil Casey’s hard work. Her lips pointedly made their way between the broad path between by boobs and I was tempted to push them together and trap her muzzle in my cleavage, but didn’t want to ruin whatever kinky momentum was guiding her. She licked along my belly and ran a hand along it, a habbit she’d gotten into when I was carrying the twins and that still persisted now that there wasn’t anyone living in there. She paused to huff against the trimmed patch of fair hair covering my mound, and the almost feral way my wife was taking in my scent. I was expecting to feel her nosepad boop my clit any moment now and was taken by surprise when a toned furry leg flew over my head and I came face to face with my wife’s fortune cookie. My lips were parted and my face was drifting closer when she suddenly spoke up.

“Well?” she asked, looking up at Steve. From my angle I couldn’t see the expression on her face but her tail swished expectantly above me.

“Well what?”

“Don’t I have shoulders too?” she asked, and I could see Steve working out how to accommodate the demanding jackal.

Not a lot of options, which was why I was soon treated to a very interesting view of the father of my children. Steve had his knees planted on either side of my head, and past the heavy sack hanging low I could see the cock that had been rubbing against my rump while he’d been rubbing my back. I had a sneaking suspicion where it would end up so I took some initiative and used my thumbs to spread Tracy open (as well as two thumbs could spread a tri-fold canine pussy) before giving my wife another kiss.

I wasn’t sure if the moan was because of my licking or Steve’s kneading, but I figure we both found it pretty encouraging. The next one to moan was yours truly, right into the canine cunny I was making out with as the tongue I mentioned before dived into me without the usual teasing. I guess that I had enjoyed my back rub and boob-care enough to look ready for something more substantial. so now the tongue that could make me shudder when it slipped into my mouth was wriggling away somewhere just as warm and moist but with a lot more vulnerable nerve endings.

“What about me?” asked a hopeful voice. I couldn’t see Casey but I could imagine his face. He had this thing where he held one ear perked and one tilted to the side, and to see him like that you’d have to be heartless to turn him away.

“You come over here… and bring the lotion.” Tracy said, giving my slit a lick. Normally these kind of licks started at the bottom of my slit and ended with a flick against my little button, but when she was upside down like this my hood was the first thing her tongue pressed against and it always felt a little more intense.

I was trying to give as good as I got as I ran my hands along the toned ass of my slinky bitch wife. I could see Steve above me, or at least parts of him. Parts I suspected would soon enough be taking the place of my tongue, and I wasn’t sure if Tracy was going to let him finish rubbing her shoulders first or if she expected him to work out two kinds of kinks at the same time.

Steve must have been enjoying the show since every once in a while I could see his shaft twitch, no doubt drooling pre into Tracy’s well-groomed fur. He would also be able to see what the jackal was doing to Casey which I could only guess at. The sound of a tub of lotion being unscrewed was a good hint, and the gasp I heard shortly after from what I was sure was a lapine muzzle was an even better one.

“Come on bunny… let me in or I’ll huff…” she paused, my ears catching the soft sound of sniffing. “...I’ll puff…” she said, and this time I could hear what I was sure was her blowing a stram of air against a twitching bunny-cock.

“T-that’s just for wolveeeeeEeehhh!”

“A bitch is a bitch, honey-bunny…” said the woman who I knew for a fact had at least one finger knuckle deep in the slinky little rabbit’s perky ass. “Besides, you also deserve to have lotion rubbed where you’re sore…”

“I’m not s-oOoohh!-ore…” Casey whimpered. Either Tracy had added another finger, or the first one was doing something devilish inside Casey’s breedable butt.

“Call it preventive medicine.” Tracy cooed, her muzzle near enough to my wet slit that I could feel her exhale as she spoke every word.

My wife’s a hell of a multi-tasker so I wasn’t surprised to feel her tongue slip into me again with Casey’s gasps never missing a beat. I gave the pink inside of her dark spade a few more licks before going for what I like to think of my special move. The tongue I have in my human mouth can’t match the monster she keeps in that long muzzle, but my mouth could form a really nice seal around her cookie. I did just that, closing my lips and drawing my wife’s spade in past my lips, and once I had her in this peculiar suckling grip I pushed my tongue forward and pierced her tri-fold muff.

When she plunged her tongue deep into me I knew I was getting to her. She’s prone to these competitive moods, especially when we have guests, and I could feel her whiskers poke against my labia as she pushed her muzzle between them. It was devious how she could find all my sensitive spots even upside down, and with a tongue like hers none of those spots was out of reach.

I was still trying to keep up, trying my best to make her cum first, just for the bragging rights. But I was playing fair, because I’m not a devious bitch. I was too distracted to wonder where her free hand, the one not fucking Casey’s bunny-butt was. I only realized where it was going when I felt the cold kiss of lotion against my pucker. She rubbed, she teased, she… thrust! Tongue and finger both plunged deep and her cookie left her mouth with a pop, a thin string of either my saliva or her juices connecting my lip to her sex as I gasped and whimpered through my climax.

“Mmmmnhhh, my shoulders feel much better Steve, but I think I have some more… kinks that I need worked out.” my wife almost purred, still pumping both my and from the sound of it Casey’s ass.

“Let he guess - lower back?”

“That too. But I need some serious pressure applied a little deeper. Probably too deep for a finger. Do you have something that could reach in there and just grind against my trouble-spot?”

“I feel like I should point out that I’m not a licensed masseuse. Just a humble soccer coach…” Steve disclosed, but I could just about focus my eyes again and see his hand stroking what was now a steel-hard erection.

“Yeah, but before you coached you used to play. Are you telling me you jocks didn’t give each other rub-downs when you sprained an ankle or pulled a ligament or something?”

“Wait, did you?” I heard Casey ask.

“Of course not!” Steve said, and from where I was standing it looked like he’d had enough of the ‘massage’ innuendo.

He was pulling his hips back and gripping his cock, the glans coming into view as Tracy obliged by arching her back and lifting her hips. Her pussy was now out of my reach but served up to Steve, and I had the best seat in the house (in the splash zone, no less!) to watch as he laid a hand on the jackal’s firm ass and brought his tip to her spade. Tracy’s anatomy was meant to accommodate a tapered canine cock, so Steve wound up smooshing his glans against the soft, wet cookie until I jumped in by spreading my wife open and allowing human anatomy to sink into canine.

As I watched Steve slowly but smoothly push into the dark spade now forming a perfect silky doughnut around his cock I had to wonder what Tracy was planning. I had spent many enjoyable evenings raising my rump and letting this same man and this same shaft make me feel like a woman, but I’m the nice one. Tracy’s the bitch, and strangely enough that means she doesn’t just take it doggy style. When she does get the urge to feel Steve inside her, she usually insists on being on top where she can get dommy and wild while she rides our resident stud. On a few occasions she was exhausted but horny enough to settle for some nice missionary action, but she’d never just bent over and raised her tail for Steve.

I doubt that the same thoughts were going through his mind, judging by the way his hand was squeezing Tracy’s buns of steel while he held himself hilted in a surprisingly domesticated bitch. I got into the spirit of things by giving the hanging sack a few licks, trying to help him churn out a little extra. Not that his sperm could do anything in Tracy’s womb but swim around looking bored…

Tracy’s breasts were still resting on my belly since she seemed to think her hands were better employed by pumping my and Casey’s buts than supporting her and I could feel her nipples harden a little more as Steve began to thrust in nice firm strokes. I might have asked him to slow down to start with, but he knew his audience, so to speak. Tracy would interpret his mercy as weakness…

There was something deliciously kinky to getting such an intimate view of the woman I love getting rutted by the father of my babies. Tracy was also making some pretty hot growly noises, but her posture still seemed curiously submissive - face down (in my crotch) and ass up as Steve kept a nice firm on her hips. Her growls grew silent when Casey started moaning, and I guessed that she’d pulled him close enough to take his cute bunny-bits into her muzzle. If I hadn’t already cum a little while ago I might have felt left out, but now I was quite content to watch and get properly horny.

Tracy suckled, Steve pumped and I enjoyed the show, lost in the almost hypnotic sight of Tracy’s taut spade polishing Steve’s shaft and his sack slapping my wife’s mound as he drove in. Casey’s plaintive whimper should have alerted me that the slinky bitch was up to something b ut I only realized that when she pulled off Steve’s erection, with both his tip and her spade dripping on my face until she helped me up and licked me clean.

“There! Now I got both of you boys nice and wet. You’re good to go while I show my MILF some love…” she said, giving me another kiss before pushing me down.

If Casey was disappointed he didn’t get to cum in Tracy’s slender muzzle he got over when he saw Steve hard, glistening and twitching. And when the bunny got on all fours and thrust his ass out, Steve got over not getting to breed my wife like the bitch she was. I was laying on my back when a white upside-down lapine face topped with orange hair came into view, eyes twinkling as he gave me a buck-toothed grin.

“He-llo!” the bunny chirped, leaning down to give me a kiss that served to muffle a squeak when Steve got behind him and pushed in. To her credit, Tracy really did do a good job of preparing the boys judging by the blissful expression on Casey’s face as his stud slid all the way in. Meanwhile I felt hands grab my knees and push my legs up and I knew what Tracy had in mind for me.

“Comfy?” Tracy asked as I grabbed my own legs, putting me in a position that tilted my hips up for the bitch crouching over me.

“Uh-huhh. Postnatal yoga’s paying off…” I said, watching Tracy lower herself, biting my lip until I felt her spade touch my slit. Even the boys paused to watch, not that they hadn’t seen it before.

We’d been teens when we worked this out during our clueless experimenting days. A nice way to do this special kiss without the risk of taking a paw to the face or a foot to the muzzle. With her weight now pressing down on my rear I was even comfier, and could hold this pose long enough to let me bitch breed me. She started off slow just rubbing her soft, silky and thrillingly hot spade against my dripping folds. Steve, on the other hand, was picking up where he left off, driving into Casey hard enough to make the bunny gasp and his sack slap against the rabbit’s white-furred pouch. Oh God, if these two get into another competition, Casey and I are really gonna get it!

I felt Tracy splay me open as wide as she could considering I was already quite slippery. We’d discovered this trick by accident back in high-school, a strange compatibility of human and canine pussies. Once I was open enough Tracy pressed down and I felt her spade slip between my folds, and gasped at the thrilling sensation of being filled with something so soft and silky. She couldn’t really rut me like this, since she was just barely staying in, but when we were sufficiently horny just grinding against each other could bring us to a pretty amazing climax.

“You know, we didn’t really need to have Steve fuck you silly to get your pregnant. I could have done the honors…”

“Honey, even if you were a male you’d need to be…” I gasped out.

“I don’t mean that. I mean I could have drained him of his baby batter and done the honor of putting the buns in your oven like this.”

“Well I did give her twins, so…” Steve said. I couldn’t see his expression from where I was, but his posture definitely seemed cocky, especially the actual cock sinking over and over into Casey’s rump.

“So what? I bet I would have given her triplets!”

“Ohmygod, I’m so glad you didn’t knock me up!” I blurted out, since two babies had definitely been my body’s limit.

Luckily the two dropped the subject of who could have done a better job of fertilizing me and my wife put all of her focus into a rutting session that would prove fruitless but rewarding on a different level. She was good at this and honestly she looked part-cat the way her back twisted and flexed to grind and bump her crotch against mine. It was only a token-penetration, but I definitely felt like Tracy was fucking me, every bit as well as she could have done with her double-ended endowment.

It really was in the attitude when you came down to it, the energy she was putting into her movement, the possessive way her paws ran along the insides of my thighs, and especially the look she was giving me as she gazed down into my eyes. There was still something of that mean girl I remember from high school still in there, something thrillingly sinister in those eyes. She’s all puppy-love these days, of course, but when we’re this far into some intimate fun the predatory bitch in her comes to the surface. And I suppose she still enjoys teasing me, in a way. The difference is that now I enjoy it too.

The sight of a sinister bitch was eclipsed by a cute bunny as Casey leaned in for another kiss, possibly to muffle himself. Tilting my eyes up I could just make out something pink bouncing wildly, standing out against the lithe white body of the slinky bunny. Casey broke the kiss and I was now facing his throat as he leaned forward, apparently entranced by my boobs, a peculiar mood that struck him every now and again. Then again they were at their most eye-catching, spilled out across my chest and bouncing as Tracy humped me.

“Hey!” I heard Tracy bark.

“What?” asked Casey who, as far as I could tell, had been trying to catch one of my niples in his muzzle.

“You weren’t thinking of licking the lotion off, were you?”

“Ohhhh… right…” Casey said sheepishly and just settled for hiding his face from the fearsome jackal in my tits.

I knew Casey had amazingly sensitive nipples for a boy, and while I could see the two pink patches as he used my boobs for a pillow, his own didn’t hang low enough for my mouth to reach them. They were cute though, and sticking out from his flat chest they were a testament to how much he was enjoying the pounding Steve was giving his ass.

I myself have been subject to that pounding since the day I suspect our children were conceived, but in those early days it had kinda alarmed me to see the little white rabbit subject to the human hunk’s vigorous lovemaking, since Casey’s body didn’t have as much cushioning as mine. But it was the rabbit himself who reminded me that he’d survived his husband’s affections long before we ever met. Even if his face wasn’t buried in my boobies I know for a fact there wouldn’t be a hint of pain on it, even as Steve humped hard enough to make Casey’s firm thighs ripple. I’d kinda zoned out, watching smooth balls slap against furry ones almost like one of those Newton’s cradle things when Casey squeaked as his face left my bosom. My crazy bitch wife had pulled him up by the ears and was planting a kiss on the panting bunny’s muzzle.

“If you don’t mind, I wanna see my girl’s face for this part…” she husked, and I could tell by her voice she was close.

Tracy was good at this - keeping a lid on herself and getting riled up until she was sure I was about to climax. She was kinda like a faulty pressure cooker - the lid firmly on, pressure building and building until she blows. I could see it in her expression, the feral grin full of menacing teeth that seemed to be made for nipping and pinching soft human skin. Mine, at least, since I haven’t seen Steve wearing any of her love-bites.

I bit my lip and nodded my head because I sure as hell didn’t trust my voice at this point. She reached out and placed one paw on my hood, and I almost came just from the touch of her paw-pad against my clit. Her own bitch-button was buried inside that fortune-cookie of hers, and the cookie in turn was buried in my slick pussy. Safely out of reach, unlike mine. Mine was being rubbed by the devil’s own finger, a predator’s eyes fixed on mine as the woman I love held her body back by sheer effort of will until I finally broke.

At times like these I was reminded of the subtle differences between Tracy and me, like the fact that her body temperature was a little higher than a human’s. It was hard to miss when she was cumming inside me and her quivering spade leaked a tiny stream of puppy-honey that felt distinctly hot as my quivering cunny drew it deeper inside. No chance of it putting those triplets in me, not that you could tell by looking at her face. God, I wanted to kiss that smug look off her muzzle, but I’m not sure I could move.

Lapine whimpers made us break our lovey-dovey staring contest and we both found ourselves staring at a bunny on the edge of his own climax, although my bunny was upside-down. I could see Steve reach down and wrap his fist around the rabbit’s tip just in time, judging by the way Casey was bouncing into it. That was a nice touch, since even though I loved seeing the boi squirt Steve had just saved me from having to wash bunny-batter out of my hair. A really nice touch since after we shower I’ll be stuck helping Tracy with her fur-care regimen. She acts like the big bad bitch, but my wife tends to primp so much that she makes me think there’s some poodle in her.

Steve didn’t last long with Casey’s bunny-butt clenching around him as his little hubby finished cumming, and the lapine male’s gasp left little doubt about the exact moment the cock buried under his tail began breeding him. Steve’s hands moved from his bunny’s hips to under his arms as he pulled Casey up, sitting on his heels with the panting rabbit sitting on his lap.

Tracy helped me disentangle from her as our cunnies parted with a thin string of our mingled juices connecting the slit and the spade. She crawled up to me and gave me a kiss before I caught the sparkle of impish glee in her eyes as she rose to her elbows. She gently pried Steve’s hand from the tip of Casey’s cock, making a show of licking it clean with that devilishly long tongue. I got busy cleaning the shrinking lapine cock, casting a glance at the mercifully silent baby monitor. Once the twins start walking about the house, these little get-togethers are going to be much trickier…

** STEVE**

“Okay, so just to clarify - aces are high, deuces the lowest” I said, holding out the deck. No cards would be dealt in spite of the high-stakes poker tension in the room. Everyone would draw one and…

“Okay… Jack. I have a good feeling about Jack…” Claire said, holding up the lowest of the face cards. Still a pretty good draw.

“Well, if we’re doing ladies first…” Casey said, his tongue sticking out as if he was focusing on removing the top card. His ears folded at the sight of it. “Six… ughhhh why!? You know, I still think six should be highest, it practically sounds like ‘sex’. And this one’s even got little hearts all over it!” he ventured, but the cold expressions the three of us were giving him made it clear there was no dice. I glanced at Tracy, figuring we might as well make it ‘ladies first’.

“I’m no lady. Draw…” she said in a way that would have made a gunslinger reach for his holster. I reached for the deck and smiled as I showed my card.

“Queen! Well that’s obviously mine, so if you’ll just…” Casey said, reaching for my card as he tried to push his six into my pocket.

“I’m your husband, how am I not as much of a queen as you are?” I asked, and Claire actually sniggered at the notion.

“Because I’m the bottom! I’m the queen, and you’re the king who gives it to me, so c’mon, gimme!”

“Only if Tracy draws worse than you…” I said, holding the cards out to the jackal who knew for a fact that the stone-faced look was a good look for her. The principle of this little method was sound - unlucky at cards, unlucky at love. The three highest cards got to make love, the lowest card kept the kids busy. Tracy grabbed the whole deck out of my hand and started shuffling.

“Wha… do you seriously think I…”

“I trust you darling, this is just for luck…” she said, putting the shuffled deck back on my palm and drawing the top card. “Bitch!” she hissed, and I wasn’t sure if she was referring to herself or the card.

“Lemme see… oooohh, a tres! As in ‘trés désolé’…’” Casey almost chirped as his six of hearts turned up to really mean sex.

“French whore…” Tracy muttered in a low growly voice. Soft but Casey must have heard it, although he was either too happy to be offended, or not contesting the assertion.

“Ouuuhh, I’m sorry honey…” Claire said, and she really sounded sincere, but she wasn’t in a hurry to exchange her jack for Tracy’s tres.

“How does this even work out? You’re stuck with two bottoms and you’ve got one admittedly good cock. You think you can keep these two in line?” the Jackal asked, trying to work something out that would result with her getting laid.

“Hey, I’ve got a dick too! How do you know we won’t spit-roast Claire?” Casey asked, with Tracy just staring at him while Claire and I did our best to keep ourselves from laughing out loud. “Okay, but still… little cocks deserve respect too!”

“Awwwww honey-bunny, you know I love your pretty little dick. I treat it nice, don’t I? The way I caress and tease it while I pound your ass? It’s a work of art, really. And those cute bunn-balls of yours can really churn it out. Mhhhh, just thinking of that slender lapine love-muscle all pink and glistening as it twitches, ropes of pearly cum flying through…”

“Steve, she’s trying to seduce me!” Casey said, wrapping his arms around my arm.

“All right, fine! There’s that new Disney thing they want to see anyway… ninety minute run-time and I’ll take them out for ice-cream just to score some best parent points while I’m at it. So while you three are selfishly succumbing to your base lusts, I’ll be forging a deeper bond with our darling children, an altogether more meaningful…” Tracy began but a peck on the muzzle from Claire silenced her tirade.

“Late-night, lights-off, under-the-sheets intense snuggling? Promise!” she suggested, getting the surly jackal’s tail wagging.

“Don’t think I won’t hold you to that. And Casey, sweetie… if I really wanted to seduce you, Steve wouldn’t be able to save you. You’d just wind up dragging him down along with you…” she said, dropping her losing tres down like a gauntlet before leaving with a swish of her tail. And for all that tough horny bitch talk, she didn’t seem to mind losing when the twins squealed in delight at the surprise trip to the movies, with praises like “Thanks mom!” and “You’re the best!”. There were definitely some perks to losing this game, but as I looked at Casey and Claire I was reminded just how good it was to win.

*******

Yeah, definitely good to be the winner. Tracy’s out there scoring brownie points with our kids and having her maternal ego stroked, but I have Claire and Casey on all fours in front of me, holding hands and kissing demurely while thrusting a pair of very different but magnificent asses at me. We were in the boy’s room, so the perky buns to my right had the home-field advantage. Compact yet bouncy, covered in fine white fur and accentuated by a fluffy tail raised high and quivering as my fingers worked under it. Casey did yoga and had a very specific work-out regimen that kept him slim and trim, but I figured that he owed at least something to his lapine genes. The shape of his ass and thighs suggested a lower body made for hopping, among other things.

It was the only explanation for how his fluffy ass could still look feminine with Claire’s pressed up next to it. Claire did not have a workout regiment, and relied mostly on a good metabolism and her body’s tendency to distribute excess weight in all the right places. But whenever her bathroom scale told her something she didn’t like, she’d let the rest of us help her burn some calories. I tried to get her into jogging which failed spectacularly. Not only could she not keep pace, but Claire is a shy girl at heart and bouncing in public was making her more red-faced than the run. But I got a treadmill in the basement for when the weather’s too shitty to go outside which she uses for fast-walking while she catches up on either her podcasts or audiobooks.

She tried joining Tracy who hits the gym twice a week and does stuff like pilates and aerobics at home the other five days, but she found both the routine and her coach ‘too intense’. The only thing she kinda stuck with was doing yoga with the bunny she was currently making out with. Not one to be left out, I was working my right hand against Casey’s pucker while my left one was probing around Claire’s steamy sex. My left hand was already drenched because Claire had a bit of a hair-trigger and most of us knew how to pull it by now. I could also press Casey’s button since the little lapine cock under him was already rock hair and leaking, but I knew he liked to hold back for as long as he could. As for me, I figured I’d reached my limit.

“So are you two gonna flip a coin to see who goes first?” I asked, becoming the center of attention.

“What, you mean I’m not going to get spit-roasted?” Claire said, easing off my fingers and turning around so that she was leaning back on her elbows and looking up at me. Her eyes were pointed up at me – warm and twinkling, but so were the nipples on a pair of tits that had been amazing even before her pregnancy. Like I said, any weight Claire puts on settles in all the right places.

“You’re not gonna hold me to what I said in the heat of the moment?” Casey said, flopping around and matching her pose and even throwing his flat chest out. Not much to grab up there, but there was a pink bunny-cock twitching as he gazed up at me. Unlike his stiffy, his ears were flopped back submissively. He might as well have been mouthing ‘pick me, pick me!’.

“Look at him, will you?” Claire said with a giggle. “The way he’s looming over us. Like he’s some sort of sex good and we’re his two virgin sacrifices…”

“I think it’s hot. Come on Steve, give us a pose. Flex for us!”

“I’m trying to do eeny-meenie-miny-moe in my head but it’s kinda hard to concentrate with you two yammering away…”

“Is it? Well, I’ll make it easier for you. I chose Casey as my stud!”

“You do?” the bunny asked, looking puzzled before a meaningful look and meaningful pause from Claire seemed to make something click in his fluffy head. “Oh, you do!” he said and when Claire laid all the way down and reached out to him he played along and climbed on top of her.

I could guess where this was going, but I wasn’t about to interrupt their little show. So I just stayed looming over them, hard as a rock as I watched Casey nuzzle the pillowy boobs his head was level with, until Claire opened her legs for him and the bunny clambered up just a little higher. There were a few pokes and prods and finally one of her hands reaching down between them, and an over-the-top but still very sexy moan from both of them as the lapine love-muscle slid home and Casey’s face emerged from between Claire’s tits. She ran her hands along his back, sleeking down the fur along his sleek body as the bunny gave a few humps into her.

A bluff. An obvious one, but still pretty sexy. I’ve seen these two in ‘action’ before and knew for a fact there wouldn’t be much action. As far as I know, Claire’s the first woman Casey’s ever been with. He was obviously turned on by her, and I knew for a fact his bunny-cock would stay hard inside that slick sex as the two cuddled. They loved that – cuddling, caressing, the lazy sensuality of their bodies pressed together. But neither of them would actually do anything. Tracy had once commented that watching the two of them together was ‘like watching snails fuck’.

“Ohhhh, it’s no use! You’re just too much woman for a little bunny like me. If only someone big and strong could… oh, hello!” he said as I scooted over forward, mercifully interrupting his monologue.

Claire got her hands on the overacting bunny’s cheeks, groping them because she couldn’t help not grope them, and spreading them wide to help me. Pale pink flashed against white fur, slick with lube and loose enough from my fingering to open up as Claire spread his cheeks wide. I laid a palm on his lower back, just above the tail that quivered on reflex as I aimed my tip and pushed in. His ears flicked up when my head spread him open and the pink line of his pucker grew a little fainter as it wrapped around me. I steadily pushed in, and by the time my hips met his rump the ears were flicked back and his muzzle tilted up. I’ve seen him do this a million times by now, and it never gets old.

I saw Claire bite her lower lip and wondered if it was because the bunny-cock buried in her was twitching now that I was putting pressure on Casey’s prostate, or if she was just getting off on the show she was about to watch. And while I was loving the view from up here, I had to admit she had a pretty good angle from down there. Casey made really cute faces when he got a good hard rutting, and I had every intention of giving him one.

For now it was enough just to grind my hips against his ass and feel him clench around me. He was used to taking me and hadn’t been a virgin when we first hooked up, so he generally knew better than to clench up, but it was different when he had his bunny bonner buried while taking me under his tail. A brush against his prostate would make his lapine erection tingle, and if it happened to be stuck somewhere wet, warm and delightfully snug it would flex. When his cock flexed his pucker would clench, which would in turn push his prostate against the shaft stuffed under his tail and start the whole thing again.

After a minute or two spent grinding my thumbs into the dimples on either side of his tail I started to move, admiring the sight of his pucker clinging to every thick veiny inch I pulled out. Pulling out took longer than usual since Casey was also pushing his rump back, stopping only when the tip of his lapine cock was all that was left in the buxom beauty looking up at the both of us. Then I’d give a good sharp buck and push all the way into him as well as pushing the bunny into Claire.

We’d gotten good at this, so for now we’ve actually got a steady rhythm going. Not that it's going to last. Instinct are going to take over sooner or later, and I’d wind up hammering in short strokes against Casey’s ass, making my bunny squeak as the humping forced him to grind his crotch into the girl who’d be enjoying both the feel of the cute lapine boy inside her and the sight of his pretty face as he’s fucked silly.

Even now she had her hands all over that face, caressing his cheek and running a finger along the inside of a long ear still flicking back submissively. It didn’t seem like much but I knew how sensitive Casey’s ears and from the looks of it so did Claire. I have to say, for a couple of ‘snails’ they do look cute together - cuddling, kissing and moaning softly into each other’s face.

“Harder!” I heard the bunny gasp out. “You -ngh!- you’re making me look bad!”

“Awwww, don’t worry hunny-bun, I’m having a wonderful time down here…” Claire cooed, twirling a floppy ear between her fingers.

“I know… but I wanna -umfh!- really feel like a stud…”

“...without working like a horse?” I finished, giving him a sharp jab that drove him a little harder against Claire.

“But you do it so well!” the bunny insisted, and if I could say no to him when he used that tone we would have just stayed roommates back in college.

So I shifted a little and got a good firm grip on his hips rather than just groping his perky ass. I pulled out and pulled Casey along with me, in turn pulling him from Claire. I didn’t pull Casey too far since I had no idea how far I could actually go without pulling the lapine love-muscle all the way out, an unexpected difficulty in fucking through a proxy. I pulled a few more inches out of my bunny, nice and slow so that his pink ring could really cling to me and paused for a fraction of a second before bucking as hard as I could. I drove into the little ‘stud’ with a smack, and in turn drove him into Claire with more force than he could muster. He once explained that his hips were ‘made for twerking, not working’.

An ‘Oooh’ from Claire and an unintelligible but eager noise from Casey’s muzzle told me that I was on the right track. I repeated the whole thing about half a dozen times before I was confident enough to actually pick up some speed. The noises the two were making were very encouraging. And it was a pretty good boost to my ego to hear both the bunny I married and the woman who bore our kids moaning in unison every time I thrust in deep, even though I was sure Casey was taking credit for Claire’s moans.

On the few occasions that Casey got his cock into her she’d never really made noises like this, and I guess she really did feel like she had a stud working between her legs, even if the stud was making less than masculine noises. I think I actually heard him have a go at a ‘Yeah, take it!’, but it was gasped out in more of a ‘Take me!’ voice. He was definitely having fun either being a stud or taking one, judging by the noises and the way his pucker would give me a good hard grip now and again almost throwing me off the peculiar rhythm.

Now, Casey isn’t used to holding back because… well, why would he? After a few attempts to mount me early on, he decided to be the dedicated bottom in our relationship, which had worked out great. And as long as he came at least once while we’re having sex, I had no problem with when he did it or how many times he squirted. To make matters worse he was being stimulated from both ends this time, and I think his insistence that I make him look like a stud had not been well planned out.

I could feel the warning signs well before I heard or saw them, when the occasional amorous clench of his stuffed tail-hole turned into a metronome-precise pulsing. I stopped moving but I Casey’s insides were doing enough moving by themselves, pushing his prostate up against me over and over. At best I bought him a few seconds before with a final whimper he came inside a softly moaning Claire.

“I…. uuunhhhh… I’m sorry Claire I…” Casey gasped out with what little breath he could draw in, but the buxom woman under him silenced him with a kiss.

“Ohhh come on stud, don’t tell me you only had one in you? Come on honey-bun, stay with me…” she cooed, and I saw her push one hand between them, giving me a wink.

Well, if she wanted to help her stud save face, I was game to try. Claire had a fair complexion, and by the red in her cheeks I don’t think she was far off from the finish line herself. A little rubbing would get the job done, especially if she happened to have a slender lapine cock nested in her pussy while she took care of it. I figured that with his rabbit-rod sensitive after having just pumped Claire full Casey wouldn't appreciate a lot of moving in and out, but he did seem comfy staying where it was nice and warm and snug. I also knew for a fact that while I was inside him he went a little soft but never actually shrunk, so I kept his hips in place while moving mine.

Claire had one arm wrapped around him and the second busy out of sight, working herself into a frenzy while I picked up where I left off. I was keeping the bunny firmly in place while I sawed in and out of that milk-white ass in a more familiar rhythm, long, deep strokes that had the three of us rocking back and forth on the mattress. I didn’t really have any choice since Casey’s bunny-butt had its post-coital grip on me and it was either slow and long or just grinding my hips against him if I was also close to the finish line.

It was weird because at this point I felt like I was fucking Claire so that she could cum but it wasn’t Claire I was feeling around, but rather the snug rump of a rabbit with dreams of studhood. Fortunately I could read her by now and just as fortunately it didn’t take her long. Not that I was surprised since the shy girl I’d first met at that resort years ago turned out to be not only passionate but quite kinky, and having a slender lapine male sheathed in her and stirring around his arm gooey load while I prepared to leave one inside him was pretty kinky.

A little while later I saw her blushing face scrunch up and her shoulders grow tense, a welcome sight since I wasn’t sure how much longer I could have lasted. I was about to give Casey’s ass a nice hard ride as this stud ran for the finish line but my bunny wound up surprising me. Claire had pulled him into a kiss so I didn’t really hear his moan, but I knew what was going on when the pink rung under the quivering puff-tail started pulsing again. I was groaning before I knew it, fingers digging into perky white cheeks as I pressed hard against the lapine ass, pumping my seed into it even as Casey drained his little white pouch into Claire for the second time.

“Way to go, stud…” I said, helping Casey lift himself off Claire and catching sight of his pink lapine cock slipping from between her folds, followed by an admittedly impressive squirt of bunny-batter.

“Thanks… Tracy did say it was a ninety-minute matinee, right?” Casey panted out.

“And ice-cream…” Claire added, putting a hand over her sex to keep another kind of cream from making too much of a mess of the bed.

“Okay, so we catch our breath, we all go to the bathroom, get under some nice warm water and get a little messier before we get clean?” he suggested, and as tiring as this was, both Claire and I agreed. After all, who knew what the luck of the draw would be next time?

CASEY

Easy Casey, easy! Don’t rush, don’t be a lagomorph stereotype that winds up getting beat by a tortoise! Or one that gets pulled over, which was more likely nowadays. So I kept my hands at ten and two, one eye on the road and the other on my speedometer, trying to calm myself. Doug was at the nurse’s office, so it can’t be anything all that serious. He does need a parent to pick him up but the parent needs to get there in one piece. and now that Claire had one back to work, that parent was me since working from home left me with the most flexible schedule. I must have made record time, ducking and weaving through traffic and practically leaping out of the car once I reached the school, getting just enough sense back not to rush past the security guard.

“Hey, I got a call to pick up Doug Cooper from the nurse’s office?” I said, trying to sound composed and calm.

“Yup, they told me he’s getting sprung early. Casey, right?” asked the old Terrier. In spite of the gray peppering his muzzle the old dog seemed to know the name of every student, teacher and parent in the school.

“That’s right.” I said, trying not to hop on the spot as he put in a call, announcing that Dou’s ride was here.

“Okay, you go on in. You know the way to the nurse’s office?”

“Yeah, I’m good…” I said, almost dashing past the old dog’s little checkpoint and nearly running into Mrs. Lorraine, the school principal. Not that I could have knocked the tall panthress over even if I’d been running at full speed.

“Oh! Mr. Rhodes, is it?” she said, sounding les than thrilled to see me for some reason.

“Yeah. Claire said you called her to pick Doug up, but she couldn’t get off work so… here I am.” I said, giving her a nervous smile that I hoped would communicate my desire to see my little boy and make sure he’s okay.

“Oh dear. This is… awkward. I’m sorry, but I can only release Doug into the care of Claire or Tracy Cooper.”

“What do you mean? You know me, we’ve met before. Leon can vouch for me…” I said, pointing back towards the old security guard. “... Ms.Paulson, his teacher can vouch for me and of course I’m sure Doug would put in a good word…”

“Yes, Mr. Rhodes. Im familiar with your… living situation.” she said and I tried to keep my ears from flicking at the rather off-hand way she described our family.

“I’ve picked the kids up from school dozens of times, what’s the problem now?”

“You’ve picked them up after classes were done and the school day was over. After the children leave school after classes they are free to leave with whomever they wish…”

“Whomever?” I asked in a what-did-you-call-me voice.

“...but during the school day we are responsible for our students and can only release them into the care of a parent or a legal guardian. I’m very sorry that you drove all the way here for nothing but…”

“I didn’t drive here for nothing, I drove here for my son!” I said, feeling my patience and good nature fray. “I drove here for my child who’s hurt and waiting for one of his four parents. And if you want to stop me I hope you’ve got something stronger than school policy to bar my way…”

“I’m sorry I have to do this, but I’m afraid my hands are tied. I trust you of course, but say that on the way home you got into an accident? Questions would be raised, people would ask why the child wasn’t in school and under what authority we released him. It would be a liability nightmare. But I’ve just put in a call to Mrs. Tracy Cooper, and I’m sure that…” she said, and I took a deep breath before interrupting.

“I… look, I come to the PTA meetings, don’t I? Every December I’m one of the parent volunteers who comes to help decorate the school for the holidays, and a month later I’m always there to help take them down. I help chaperone field trips, I…”

“You are proving my point. I feel that we as the educators and administrators are doing everything we can to make sure you are included in the Doug and Nina’s scholastic life. We’ve been accommodating at every turn, but I’ afraid I can’t budge on this. Now, I can see you’re upset…” she said. Understatement of the year! “Let me assure you Doug is fine. It was a minor fall, luckily, and we called Claire just so that she can take him to the doctor as a precaution. Nurse Mei is with him and she can look after him until classes are over, or until…”

“Until Tracy gets here? And what do you expect me to do? Drive home and twiddle my thumbs, or just stand here while my child is in pain a hundred feet away? And when Tracy gets here he’ll come out and ask why we’re both here, what then? Do you expect me to tell him that I was waiting here because according to you I’m not his father?”

“Like I said, I’m sorry you had to come here at all, but I’m hoping you'll see sense and…” she began, but a thrumm and a screech from outside stopped her mid-sentence.

One of my ears swiveled and painted a picture for me - Tracy’s company car, a sleek gray thing she bragged put the ‘wheels’ in ‘bitch on wheels’. a few seconds later the bitch made an appearance. Tracy was an executive at a construction company because she had a knack of bossing around huge rough males. Dressed in a blouse and skirt that enhanced her predatory features, she strode down the tiled hallway with her eyes boring into the suddenly speechless panthress, each click of her sharp heels sounding like the toll of the bell…

*******

Such were the depths of my mope that I didn’t hear the front door, or hear anyone approach until I felt a hand pat my tush. I blearily dug my face out of the cushion to catch sight of Claire setting a bag down on the coffee table. The warm concern in her eyes made me realize just how big of a mess I must have looked like.

“Hey bunn… are you okay? I heard there was some trouble when you went to pick Doug up…”

“Tracy?” I asked.

“Yeah, she didn’t have time to explain but she was very… explicit.” Claie said diplomatically.

“I bet she was. I was already there and she had to drive up just to…” I said, bitterness creeping into my voice. She took my hand in hers and that helped enough for me to go on. “Doug’s fine. He only fell about three steps. A slight sprain. The doctor gave him something for the pain, some compresses. He’s napping upstairs. He doesn’t realize anything happened, he was just surprised that both Tracy and I were there to pick him up…”

“How… how did Tracy handle it?”

“In a flash. When she walked in I could see the way her shoulders were set, the way her tail was lashing. She was calm but staring daggers at everyone except for Doug and me. No incidents, nothing explicit, she just hugged him, told him to go with papa, glared at the nurse and the principal both and drove away.”

“Sounds scary…” Claire said, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Good thing she’s on our side, huh?”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, bunn…” she said as I leaned against her.

“I… I know the realities, the legal thing. I’m the husband of their biological father, I’m not really anything…”

“You’re their papa…” she insisted, kissing the top of my head.

“I know, but it’s scary when something like legality can keep me from being with my kids when they need me.”

“Any trouble at the hospital?”

“No. I mean, when someone is injured you’re supposed to help them to the doctor if you can. But if Doug had needed to be hospitalized, I know for a fact they would have asked me if I was a relative and when I explained…”

“You know… Tracy and I went to see a lawyer a few years back. We got everything sorted out so that if anything happened to both of us, the two of you would be the twins' guardians…”

“Mnnoohhh, don’t say that!” I moaned, throwing my arms around her and burying my face in the top of her chest. “I don’t want it to happen like that!”

“Just a precaution sweetie. But I do have some sweeter news…” she said, a bright tone that had me looking up at her with one ear perked. “I brought something home for my baby boy, but since you’re also hurting I figure you deserve a treat too…” she said, pulling a box from the bag. The moment I saw it both ears were up.

“Mignardises! From Au Coin De La Rue? Auuuughggghh, but you got them for Doug, how could I?”

“Honey, he can’t eat the whole assortment. And you’ll have a partner in crime. One row, one of each, just as… quality control.” she said, opening the lid to reveal a treasure trove of hand-crafted pastries.

“Okay… but same rule as the kids - you have to name each one before you can eat it.” I said, laying down the law.

“Right, so… eclair!” she said, picking up the tiny pastry. An easy one - the coward’s choice really… I’ll show her how it’s done!

“Gâteau opéra.” I said, pronouncing it perfectly as I held the dainty treat aloft before sinking my teeth into the coffee-flavored pastry. I was still hurting, but I was eating some of my pain away.

“Truffe au chocolat.” Claire countered, holding up a brown-powdered lump. They did really nice ones, with a hint of orange zest. A respectable choice, but while she bit into the soft yet dense chocolate, I went for the gold.

“Tartelette aux baies mélangés!” I said, picking up the tiny tart with mixed berries stuck in tangy cream. We each finished our treats before Claire’s reached out for the last one, brow furrowed in concentration.

“Mille… fille?” she asked awkwardly.

“A thousand girls?” I translated with a berry-scented giggle. She winced at her faux-pas as I took the mille-feuille from her grasp.

But I wasn’t heartless - she did get the first half right. I made sure that half of it was sticking out past my lips as my lapine incisors pinched it tightly while I leaned in, resting some of my weight on Claire as her lips met mine. The crisp pastry broke with a whisper and we kept our lips pressed against each other as we savored the desert first, and once that was gone - the kiss. And it was nice, but Claire… she kisses like a girl. Affectionate, gentle, and really really sweet (especially after all the sweets), but not the kind of kiss that leaves a bunny breathless. Not like my strong and gentle Steve, or Tracy who has no qualms about grabbing the back of my head and pushing her tongue into my mouth like she owns it.

It wasn’t intense, but it was a beautiful sort of lazy, and as Claire leaned back and laid down against the armrest I went along with her, ending up with my head resting on her chest. As she stroked my carrot-mop I felt myself exhale into her blouse, releasing some of the tension I’d been carrying since the incident at Doug’s school.

My nose twitched as I caught Claire’s scent. Skin has a subtler smell than fur so you really have to nuzzle up to appreciate it. I was in a mood to do just that, undoing a few buttons and opening Claire’s blouse up. She was wearing a bra that clasped in the front, which I felt was basically just asking for it…

“Sweetie, if you’re hoping to wash your pastries down with some milk, you know I stopped serving it years ago?” she said as the toyed with one floppy ear. I smiled, but I doubt she saw it since I chose that moment to push that smile into her cleavage.

Tracy had what even I recognized as textbook-perfect boobs - high-riding, teardrop shaped, eye-catching on her slinky body but small enough that she could go braless with the right kind of dress or top. A really artsy kind of rack. But Claire… motherhood had been generous to an already well-endowed young woman, and to look at her was to know where all those pastries wound up. Big, soft, pillowy mounds covered in nothing but silky-smooth skin. It wasn’t the kind of chest a happily married dedicated bottom would normally be nuzzling against. If I passed a woman like Claire on the street I’d be one of the few men not staring at her, but I’ve been told I’m very affectionate and I’ve got a soft spot for my baby-mommas, even the one that doesn’t pound me until I squeal.

Claire was beautiful though, and kind and loving and we’ve grown to be very very comfortable with each other’s bodies over the years. Probably why I was even now kissing my way towards a firm, warm nipple that had been poking my cheek. They’ve grown a little lighter after she’d stopped breastfeeding the twins, a nice shade of warm mocha instead of the chocolate-brown they’d been during her pregnancy.

She moaned softly as my lips closed around the nub, stroking my hair as I licked, suckled and kissed. I’m not sure what this was, but I really needed it after the day I had. I was even popping a stiffy against Claire's thigh and I was sure she could feel it. Not exactly sure what I’m going to do with that.

And if we do wind up doing anything… Nina wasn’t due home for almost two hours. Neither was Steve, but Tracy worked funny hours. Getting caught by her wasn’t exactly a bad thing though. Doug was sleeping and I told him he had room service while he was recovering and that he should call if he needs anything, but on the off chance a child doesn’t do what their parent tells them to…

Ahhhh, there it is - the quilted throw resting across the back of the sofa. Good for snuggling under on a cold night and easily flipped over a pair of frisky parents hiding anything inappropriate. In fact, Claire could pull it up to her chin and cover me up completely. Maybe I wouldn’t even have to stop? Claire wasn't exactly likely to push me off judging by the way she was stroking my hair.

It was tender and kinda innocent, but not really. I wasn’t nursing on Claire’s breast. I was teasing, running the tip around the stiff nipple in my mouth, giving it an occasional suckle and every now and again letting it slip from my lip so I could kiss it. The boob without a bunny’s face pressed into it was getting a nice fondle. A bit clumsy because after the twins even Steve has a hard time palming Claire’s mommy-milkies, but I don’t think she minded. I was interrupted briefly when she pulled my shirt over my head, but I soon got my explanation.

“Mhhhh, I love how soft your fur is…” she murmured as I rubbed the side of my head against her cleavage.

I smiled at that remark. Tracy has an elaborate fur-care regiment but you can’t beat a rabbit when it comes to premium fluffiness. And Claire and Steve could appreciate it in a way Tracy couldn’t. When you have fur, your tactile zones are paw pads, fingertips, noses and other areas bereft of hair. But humans have this weird thing where they touch you with their whole body! Without clothing getting in the way that is. With her blouse open and me naked from the waist up there was a lot of bare creamy skin exposed to my fluffy body.

Affectionate as I am, I began to rub against Claire and got some contented sighs for my efforts. As I rubbed myself against her it became apparent to both of us just how much I was enjoying this. My bunny-boner wasn’t as big as Steve’s, and no match for Tracy’s toys, but for all my feminine demeanor and the fact I’ve never bought a pair of pants from the men’s department I was a well-formed and perfectly functional lapine male. My pans were doing a poor job of concealing the hard-on pressed against Claire’s thigh, and the panties I was wearing under neath were at this point just holding my bunny balls nice and snug while the sheath poked up past the waistband.

“Today really got to you, didn’t it sweetie?” Claire asked, kissing between my ears.

“Mmmm-hmmm…” I murmured, pushing my face into her cleavage.

I hoped Claire wouldn’t ask me what was going on in my head since I doubt I could have given her an explanation. Tracy would have, with her predators instinct of hunting down problems and going for their throats. But Claire just felt like I needed her right now and was happy to be there for me and let me work things out. When I peeked up with my cheeks smooshed by her cleavage she didn’t say anything and just bent down to press my lips against my muzzle. Another gentle kiss, but a passionate one that had me squirming up along her body, making her sigh as more smooth fur dragged along her bare skin.

She must have been surprised, but she never showed it. She rna a hand between us and pushed it into my pants, her fingertips immediately encountering the wet tip of my lapine erection. She had barely grasped me when I moaned and gave a little buk into her hand, a shudder running through my body as a trange tension fought for release. She knew what I needed and didn’t ask why I needed it.

I don’t think she was disappointed. When we first moved in together we did a lot of experimenting, trying to get a feel for how our new quarter worked. On a those occasions Tracy would push Steve down and ride him like a cowgirl breaking a mustang (and a few memorable occasions she admitted to being tired and in need someone to just give her a good fucking), Claire and I would get paired up. And we liked playing together as well as watching our spouses fight for dominance, but I kind of had the impression she was seeing if she could coax something out of me. Like I had this secret jack-rabbit sex machine side of me that was just waiting to come out.

She didn’t find one but didn’t seem disappointed. She learned my limits, and I learned that I could be attracted to a woman who didn’t push my face down, hike my hips up and make good on her threats to make me squeak like a slut. As she held me I knew there was no chance of her rolling me over, stradling me and talking dirty as she rode me hard enough that I couldn't tell who was penetrating whom (another speciality of Tracy’s).

When she released me I wasn’t surprised to feel her hands undoing my button and helping push my pants down, freeing my lapine cock. My shimmying up her body had pushed her skirt part of the way up, so I pushed it the rest of the way. My hips were making weird little humping motions, enough for me to leave wet trails on her thigh as my erection brushed against bare skin. The hand stuck between us fiddled with something and soon it was cradling my erection again. When my net poke struck something wet and soft I knew that she’d pulled her panties aside.

I groaned against her neck as I slid in, feeling my puff tail quiver as heat swallowed me up, a silken embrace more intimate than the hug Claire was giving me. Her arms were wrapped around me, palms stroking my fur as she held me close against her. She was there for me, she was encouraging me but she wasn’t doing anything. Tracy had taken this particular virginity of mine, so I’d gotten used to the girl doing all the work, often quite vigorously, while I was inside her.

But instinct was there and as I pushed deeper in I kinda knew what to do. My hips began to move, clumsy and probably too awkwardly but I was still getting some encouraging noises from Claire. I could feel my pucker twitching around nothing and it was strange to feel this kind of mounting tension with nothing under my tail. But Claire was so soft under me and so warm and tight around me that the need for affection and cuddling was getting overshadowed.

I looked up at her and before we kissed again I caught the blush coloring her cheeks and wondered if the insides of my ears were glowing the same rosy pink. My hips found a rhythm, one that definitely wasn’t the jack-rabbit pistoning that males of my species are known for. Then again most of those males didn’t have a pair of panites cupping their balls while they hammered away. Claire’s kiss tasted of chocolate and orange and the lips pressed against hers rose in a smile as I wondered if she could taste the berries on my tongue.

“L-like that sweetie… a little… there…” she gasped, making me realize something else.

I was the one doing the fucking! Well, tender therapeutic lovemaking, but still! Now I'm not a passive lover. If I was, how do you think I would have gotten a straight boy to fall in love with me? I can flirt, I can shake my tush, I can bat my lashes and generally send out enough signals to get anyone I want to fuck me to actually do it. But once I put in that effort, it’s time to lay back (or face down and ass up) and enjoy the fruits of those efforts.

I was definitely going to cum, weird as this was for me. This wasn’t how I did it but I was in the arms of a beautiful woman I loved and biologically speaking a lot of my nerve endings were getting what they needed. I was used to my cock twitching as my bunny-button got a good pounding or a loving tweaking, but now every time my cock twitched it moved against Claire’s slippery sex, causing it to clamp a little in response.

But I had to make Claire cum! I didn’t have the heart ot disappoint her even though I knew she’d understand. So I did the worst thing I could do at that point - I put thought into it! You know how when you focus on breathing you practically suffocate? The same is true with taking the wheel from another kind of instinctive action. I was trying to find an angle and doing it I kinda broke my rhythm and I started feeling a little silly, started feeling like I had no idea what I was doing which was technically true. Claire must have noticed it, and I shudder to think about the faces I must have been making.

“Shhhh, just relax honey…” she cooed, running a hand down my back and scratching the base of my tail. It distracted me, which proved a good thing. I went back to just humping as best as I could, without overthinking things. As long as she could keep me distracted I might actually be able to get her…

“Hnaaah!” I gasped, distracted from my distraction when the buxom momma’s fingers slipped a little. They were still scratching the base of my tail, but now it was from under the puffy thing. When she took her hand away I wondered if my gasp could possibly have been interpreted as “No please, anything but that!’ but when her hand slipped between us I figured she was taking the initiative. I felt her feeling around down there, where bunny sank into human but she only poked around for a dozen seconds or so.

Understanding came with a wet touch against my pink pucker as I realized that the clever Claire was just lubing herself up. I lunged and kissed her just before her finger pushed in, timid but loving. Fingering was a good way for the two of us to keep each other entertained while watching Tracy and Steve go at it, so even though her touch was a bit shy she did know where to go and what to do once she got there.

And right there, on top of that cute curvy nerd, with my chest resting on her tits and the two of us penetrating each other I relaxed. I let myself forget what happened, let myself stop worrying about it happening again. It was worth it, a hundred moments like the one at the school couldn’t ruin one like this. Couldn’t ruin the way my brave little boy smiled when I tucked him in, nor could it ruin the hug I was gonna get from Steve when he got back home.

I moaned into our kiss when Claire pushed another finger in, both of them deep and grazing my bunny-buzzer as they slipped in and out. Every time she pushed in I’d push against her, and soon enough we caught a pretty good rhythm. ‘Like watching snails fuck’ my fluffy ass! I’d have to ask Claire to cry my name out next time she was with Tracy, that would drive the bitch wild!

Right now I was the one going wild, at least by bunny standards. Claire’s body was cushiony enough to take most of the impact, so the sofa wasn’t exactly creaking under us, but I could hear little slaps of drenched fur slapping against skin. She’d let one of her legs fall open, letting me really drive in, and I’m sure my bunny balls would be smacking against her if my panties were still holding my sack. One of her hands was still in my ass but now it felt more like she was helping push me in rather than fingering me. Her other hand slid up my back, along my neck and started playing with my ears.

A really good pinch or tug might have set me off, but luckily it wasn’t Claire’s style and she seemed happy just tracing the edges of the perked bunny-ears. We were huffin away in each other’s faces, our breaths scented by fancy desserts as we now indulged in something sweeter. Figuring I might as well play with something I moved my hands between our chest and laid them on Claire’s mommy-milkies.

“Nhhyes… I’m… li’l more… close…” she whimpered, and I was still trying to decode her words, playing with her nipples which probably wasn’t helping her catch her breath.

Her orgasm caught me by surprise, especially when she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss. Claire wasn’t wildly passionate but she was responsible enough to muffle an orgasmic moan that her son had a chance of hearing. I felt her cum around my cock, her slit proving gentler than Tracy’s spade but still stimulating enough to coax a response. I felt my legs go tense as I drove into her, adding my own squeak to our kiss as I joined Claire on cloud nine.

I’m not sure how long I ground my crotch against her, but I only stopped when my shaft grew soft enough to slip out entirely. Claire and I had been kissing the whole time, out of the love for each other or possibly on some level of french pastries. We were so lost in our post orgasmic haze I guess we were asking to get caught, but hopefully the figure coughing politely was standing tall above us.

“Tracy! This… this isn’t what it looks like?” I asked with an awkward smile.

“You mean the patisserie forgot to pack the last row?” she asked, arms crossed as she pointed with her muzzle at the opened box of sweets. “Did you two at least work the calories off?” she asked, leaning down to give her wife and me a quick kiss.

“Every last one!” I insisted.

“I counted!” Claire added while her wife cupped my chin and tilted my head up. At first I was wondering if I had some leftover cream on my whiskers, but it became apparent she was trying to find traces of hurt in my expression. Finding none, she let my head fall back down against Claire’s bare breast. “I’m proud of you for not ripping any throats out at school, by the way…” my pillow added.

“Me? What exactly did he tell you? He was ready to lunge when I came by and restrained him…” the jackal insisted.

“That’s not… entirely true…” I admitted. I wasn’t about to get into a fight, but I suppose I was testier than she’d ever seen me.

“You feeling better?” she asked, cupping my cheek and giving me a caring look of genuine concern that contrasted so weirdly with her ‘hard bitch’ outfit.

“Yeah. Thanks…”

“Well since you’re fine, I’m going to check on my brave little boy. That should give the two of you a chance to slip away to the bathroom unnoticed. And after you cleaned up, put that away, just so no one's tempted..” she said, gesturing to the mostly full box of sweets. “Responsible people enjoy dessert only after dinner…”she said, leaving with a soft click of heels.

TRACY

The conversation actually stopped, the silence broken only by the crack and clink of icecubes as cold tea was poured into tall glasses. It said something about the heat when simple iced tea could command such rapt attention and such longing glances. The AC made things inside comfortable, but outside it was very much August. Setve was being the gentleman and serving me and Daphne, that is to say his bitch-wife (he still refuses to address me as one) and his sister-in-law. Traffic had been kind to the lapine lady so she and her son had arrived a little early and Casey still wasn’t here to greet his sibling and Claire… she was outside with the kids and the screams weren’t too alarming just yet.

“Is… is Claire going to be okay out there?” Daphne asked, cautiously glancing at the screen dor with rivulets trickling down it. Stray shots…

“Oh, she’ll be fine! A little fun in the sun and away from the screen will do her a world of good!” I insisted.

“Only she is outnumbered. And they seem to be… hunting her?” Daphne said, trying to make head or tails out of the cacophony made up of Claire’s squeals and the eager laughter of victorious children.

“They’re only squirt guns. She said she could handle them.” I said, citing my dear wife’s exact words. I’m not cruel, especially not to Claire. Well, not anymore. I’ll save my beloved geek girl, but the way I saw it the more she suffered, the more she’d appreciate me rescuing her.

“So how are Paul and Gina?” Steve asked, politely inquiring about his remaining in-laws.

“Oh, they’re both fine. Still empty nesters, thank God! You gotta keep an eye on bunny couples when they’ve got the house to themselves, or it’s another brother or sister…” she said with a giggle. “How are your folks?”

“They’re fine. My mom told my dad flat out after my sister was born that two’s the limit.”

“How’s your dad… is he still…” Daphne asked, or tried to, he ears doing that skewed thing Casey’s sometimes did when he felt awkward.

“He’s… fine. I think that’s the best we’re gonna get out of him. You can see he’s trying to be okay with it, but even the sight of two guys holding hands makes him kinda uncomfortable. Even Casey seems to have accepted that so we don’t really get lovey-dovey around him. Mom’s been thrilled with him even before the grandkids, so that kinda makes up for dad.”

“Yeah, and can I just say ‘thank you’ for not only having kids but having twins? It’s my parents’ favorite one-liner: Our straight daughter gave us one grand-kid and we got two from our gay son!” Daphne said, and even though she didn’t seem to think it was funny I almost blew iced tea out my nose.

“So you’re definitely stopping at one?” I asked.

“I think so. I mean I’m not exactly old, especially the way we bunnies are. If I met the perfect guy like… tomorrow I’d probably have enough mommy urges in me to give Henrietta a sibling. But I think single-parent/single-kid makes sense..”

“If you don’t mind me asking… I mean, me and Claire were also looking into artificial insemination when we decided to start a family…”

“You two had a bigger start than I did. I’ve never had really long, really deep relationships, never found someone I wanted to even try spending the rest of my life with. I figured that it's just the way I am, but I did get this really strong, really deep urge to have a kid of my own. I’m glad I went through with it…” she said, wistfully gazing out at the bunny girl stalking with a squirt gun, ears perked no doubt to try and hear where my wife was hiding.

“Isn’t it tough though? The whole single parent thing?” Steve asked.

“Well it helped that I was on good financial footing. I don’t envy moms that lose a husband or have one walk out on them…”

“What do you do, exactly? I tried to get the story from Casey but he kinda starts explianing and just waves it off as you being…”

“...money-bunny? Well I majored in economics and started trading while still in college. I’m frugal and a sharp cookie but I have to admit some of my investments really lucked out. I was considering making a career out of it, but I know some older women who took that road and regretted it when the work wound up eating up too much if their time. Time I wanted to spend being a mom. So I put my money to work and stuck to consulting gigs. But as a single parent, you always have that nagging feeling that if you’re working too hard you’re not spending enough time with your kid, and if you’re doing that you worry if you’re not pulling your weight as the provider.” she finished, watching wistfully at the long-eared girl pumping her squirt gun with a devious look on her muzzle. “Your situation looks a lot better from where I’m standing. As long as you give your kids a little space, it’s pretty much perfect.”

“It’s not exactly peaches and cream for people like us…” Steve said.

“You look at the six of us and see a family, and so does any sensible person, but to the law Claire and I are the twins’ moms, Steve is the biological father and Casey… no matter how much work he puts into as a parent and how the kids see him, to the law he’s nothing to them. And every once in a while you run into someone who’ll remind you of that.” I said, managing to bring the mood down a little.

“It’s not all bleak. It’s pretty much a matter of time until families like ours are recognized by the law, but it’s still a hell of a thing to wait for.” Steve added.

“Well, Casey will pull through. He’s made it through tougher times.”

“You mean when he came out?” I asked.

“Nah, our folks were surprised but supportive, and I knew my little bro wasn’t really straight since I’d catch him in the wee hours of a sunday morning really badly made up, and a few of my outfits would go missing now and again…” she said, for some reason speaking to us but flicking her phone’s screen. “No, what I was referring to is… this!” she said, showing us the phone and a picture of…

“Oh…my…GOD!” I gasped, covering my mouth in sympathy.

“How… how long did he wear… that!?” Steve asked, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably.

“One whole year! Lapine incisors can take some serious hardware to straighten out. Poor thing, this photo was one of the few times he’d smiled without covering his muzzle. He was eight when this was taken…” Daphne explained as I gazed at little eight-year-old Casey showing off his braces. The image was doing strange things to my ovaries and I was wondering how I could possibly ever bang the bunny again after seeing this wholesome, painfully cute pic.

“I made it! Where are you hiding my sister and my niece?” called a familiar voice, and Daphne took the cue and got up to give her little brother a hug, but not before passing me the phone. Damn, they looked cute together! Not only was I having adult thoughts about adult Casey, but even a few stray ones about his sister. And why not, I practically got a harem already…

“And where’s little Henrieta?” Casey asked when the two finally broke away.

“Outside, but she’s armed and dangerous…” Daphne warned.

“Claire said she could handle three kids on her own, so we’re letting her learn the error of her ways…” Steve explained.

“...and Daphne took us on a little trip down memory lane.” I said, flashing a nice toothy smile that never needed wires to make it what it is now.

“She showing off her pre-mom-bod? You know, she used to look really badass back when she was into the whole metal thing. Before she became a yuppie…” Casey teased, and Daphne’s smile matched my own, which is impressive for a herbivore.

“Actually, I’m looking at a different… metalhead.” I cooed. Steve went from covering his mouth to covering his face. His shoulders were shaking, which might have made the little light go on in Casey’s pretty head.

“Nononono! You aren’t supposed to.. gimme that!” he said, trying to make a grab but I was already on my feet, holding the phone up high. I was a little taller than Casey, but he could really hop when he got excited. In the end Steve settled things by plucking the phone from my hand and returning it to its rightful owner.

“I can’t believe you showed them… that!” the little bunny fussed, ears folded back for an aerodynamic attack posture.

“I couldn’t resist! But they’re your family, hon, you don’t have secrets from them…” she said, tucking her phone away before extending her arms to cup the sulking bunny’s cheeks. “Forgive me? Please?”

“Gaaaaah, okay! No fair using your eyes on me…” he said. It’s worth mentioning at this point that unlike her carrot-topped brother Daphne’s long hair was stark-white, which came as a set with very striking blood-red eyes. Fuck, if I had scarlet peepers like those, I would have gone through a metal phase too…

“I had him convinced I could shoot lasers out of these until he was five!” Daphne bragged.

“Four!” Casey insisted, but further discussion on this topic was interrupted by the slide of the screen door and the appearance of three happy kids and my thoroughly soaked wife.

*******

“There, all dry!” I purred happily, setting the hair dryer down as I gave Claire’s mane a few last passes with a brush.

“Almost. How did they manage to shoot up my nose?” she asked either me or cruel fate in general.

“You’re lucky we caught them when they tried to sneak ice cubes from the freezer.”

“They learned that from watching you!” She accused, addressing my occasional tendency to drop a bit of ice down the back of her swimsuit. “Some reformed bully you are…”

“I only do that because I can’t stand to see my gorgeous wife hide her smoking MILF body under a one-piece swimsuit.” I said, kissing the side of her neck and getting a nice whiff of freshly shampooed hair. “If you wore the cute bikinis I got for you, you’d be immune to that prank. Maybe I should spend tonight helping you feel as sexy as you look?” I suggested, giving the exposed throat a little love-nip because jackals gonna jack. We’d waved Daphne and Henrieta goodbye, and I figured I could try and talk one or two of the boys into taking child-minder duties.

“Sorry, someone already wore me out. Tell you what, I’ll take the twins for the rest of the evening. I’ll pop a frozen pizza in the oven, give them some of that sugar-free, caffeine free soda and plop down on the couch with them for some quality cartoon time.”

“You’ll load them up on carbs and deny them both a sugar and caffeine high? After they’ve spent the afternoon chasing you, that’s bound to put their lights out…”

“Exactly. And I’ll keep the volume up, so as long as you can keep yours down, you can have some fun with the boys.” she said, earning more affectionate neck nipping as I pondered sinking my metaphorical teeth into something a little deeper…

*******

“Now just as a reminder - the kids are still in the house. Luckily they have human hearing so we don’t have to actually keep completely silent, but let’s try not to get too vocal just in case…” I explained, my voice low and sensuous.

“No need to tell me. I’m more the strong silent type anyway…” said Steve, holding me against him as he worked my own cock into my spade while grinding his own erection between the cheeks of my firm, fluffy ass.

“I think she’s talking about me. And fair’s fair, I’ll whimper and gasp instead of squealing and moaning, but I’m not the only vocal person here. And if I cry out I can always say I stubbed my toe, but if someone growls out ‘Take it you slut!’...” Casey hinted, hands folded across his flat little chest, his bunny-bits already hard as he watched our husband work one half of a double-doggy dildo slowly but expertly into me. The cock that was painting my tailhole in pre was destined to plug the rabbit’s cute but sassy muzzle instead of pushing its way into my ass. Topping his lapine hubby had given Steve a flawless anal technique and I’m definitely gonna give him the privilege of mounting my perfectly sculpted rump, once I’m sure that going under my tail won’t go to his head. This is a marriage of equals, of course, but let’s be real - how is the only canine in it not the alpha?

And my alpha gear was fitting nicely after some nice and almost too slow stretching on Steve’s part. He was mashing the little knot against my slick spade and it took me driving my hips down to get it inside, a happy little tingle running up from my puppy-pussy and seeming to run up all the way to my stiff nipples. Steve gave the cookie now sealed around my half of the toy a little rub before letting his palm trail up and soon I was wearing his hands like a bra as he gave my hips a little wriggle, relishing the way the swaying doggy-dick made the other half of the toy move around inside me.

“Oooh, can I do the pump?” Casey asked. Typical bottom boi – no appreciation for the firm pair of bitch-boobs his hubby was masterfully kneading, just a single-minded focus on the silicone erection I was sporting and the tube with the little rubber pump still attached to it.

“Just go slowly…” I murmured, pushing my chest out against Steve’s hands. I couldn’t fill them to overflowing like Claire could, but what I lacked in mass I made up for with firmness.

“Okay, say ‘uncle’…” Casey said gleefully, giving me my first pump and making the knot inside me swell up.

“I’ll say ‘when’, and if you don’t stop when I do, I’m going to yank your ears. And not in a good way…” I amended. Casey’s ears were a lapine-specific erogenous zone, and on occasion he liked someone to give them a nice firm tug when he was close.

Fuck, these boys were sneaky! Steve was timing his squeezes of my boobs to Casey’s squeezes of the pump, ending each iron-fingered grope with a tweak of my nipples. The bunny was staring at my crotch which must have looked a lot better to him now that I was sporting a nice firm doggy-dick between my legs, even if it wasn’t a genuine one. But he was being careful, squeezing on the rubber ball slowly, knowing that every time he did he was stretching me out. And since I would soon enough be stretching him out, he knew better than to give me a grudge to bear. He was half-way through the fourth squeeze when I stopped him, feeling nice and full and ready to breed.

I turned my head and lifted my muzzle to get a little kiss from the man whose lapine lover I would soon be breeding. There was really no point in discussing who gets which end. Just for the fun of it, I did let Casey ‘blow me’ once. It was pretty hot standing over him, my hand planted between his ears, buried in that cute carrot-colored mop of hair as he looked up at me with his pretty green eyes. Fake or not, he’d worked that silicone cock like a pro – everything from licks to kisses, letting me slap his muzzle a little because it was too cute not to, suckling on the tip and even taking the whole thing until he was kissing the spade holding the thing in place. The view was sexy as hell, but a blowie just isn’t the same when you don’t have nerve endings on the god-damned thing.

Steve had plenty of those, and as such Casey was crawling to him on all fours, puff-tail raised and rear wriggling as he got that cute muzzle within kissing distance of Steve’s glans. I got the lube out, and didn’t miss the way one ear moved to catch the sound of the cap coming off. His tail was up and his tush was out, so I wasted no time in pressing a scoop of clear gel into the lapine rosebud, my ring and index finger spreading his fluffy cheeks wide as the middle one pushed in. He gasped against Steve’s erection as he nuzzled the fleshy rod while I gently worked the slick goo into him.

Every once in a while I’d let my long, slender digit graze his prostate, a lapine love-button that I’d learned was every bit as sensitive as a clit. Not too much though, don’t want the bunny blowing just from a casual finger-fucking. Back when I was a bully and a homophobe (‘the wrong kind of bitch’ as my lovely wife and former victim liked to put it) I used to fantasize of getting together with a boy as open about anal as Casey was, if you’ll pardon the pun. Just the thought of burying my bone between these alabaster cheeks and pegging the rabbit boy’s brains out was making me bite my lip and wag my tail.

Nerve endings along the shaft didn’t matter when I was humping with my special double-dog-dick. I couldn’t feel Claire’s velvety sex polishing my silicone cock, nor would I feel Casey’s slick pink ring gripping it, but I had a lot of cock buried inside me, especially the inflatable knot seated right against the little canine clit hidden in my spade. I wasn’t just looking forward to fucking, I was looking forward to cumming!

I waited until the bunny actually took Steve inside his mouth before slipping my finger out and getting into position. I slathered some of the lube on the length of silicone canine I’d soon be sheathing inside the eager bunny’s ass. Pulling his cheek open with one hand I smirked as I slapped my tip against his pucker, making his tail twitch before I laid it dead center and pushed. My growly groan was genuine as the token resistance Casey’s butt put up pushed the toy just a little deeper into me, enough for the tip to kiss against my cervix.

Inch by lube-smeared inch sank in, but I held back on the knot. That was going to be my finishing move, after all, and I’m just getting started. The rabbit boy was going to cum, he was going to cum from the fucking I give him and he’s going to cum without his carrot getting so much as touched. Steve sometimes let Casey fuck his fist while he was mounting him, but I felt that was cheating, not to mention the waste of a very sensitive bunny.

I can understand the smooth-skinned hunk wanting to touch his boi’s bits. I liked to handle his handle too sometimes. While not as impressive as what Steve or I could swing, Casey’s cock was as cute as the rest of him – a pale pink shaft, slender with a little upward curve to it. A nice handful too, even though he refuses to put it to good use. Sometimes he’ll let me ride it because when I go cowgirl on him I ride hard enough that he feels like he’s the one being fucked, even though the penetration is the wrong way ‘round.

But that cute cock can cum just from a good rump-rutting, and when it did the contents of Casey’s fluffy little sack would spray out the tip as the hard lapine love-muscle bounced and flapped, sending warm sticky ropes flying through the air and getting everywhere! The only safe spot to be when he did that was directly behind him, preferably with a knot buried under his tail.

With everything but the knot sheeted in the bunny’s ass, I paused and just enjoyed the view that ran from the twitching puffy tail, up a toned back with that girlish waist, those slender shoulders and the ears flicked back in a subby expression that would no doubt be paired with knockout bedroom eyes aimed up at the man he was suckling. I wasn’t pausing for Casey’s sake since I knew for a fact he wasn’t as fragile as he looked. I was savoring the sight before me, admittedly posing a little for Steve’s benefit, and wondering if I could actually drag this out long enough for the supposedly submissive bunny to hump his rump back against me.

But who am I kidding? I’m not the patient one in this room, and it was time I stopped pretending I was. I ran my paws down Casey’s sides, making sure to drag my blunt, painted claws through his fur just enough to make the skin under it twitch. I let my palms rest on his fluffy white cheeks, pressing my thumbs gently into the little dimples at the top of each one, hidden from the eyes by his fur but not from the sense of touch if you knew where to look. I love Claire’s bubble-but because like her boobs there was so much you could do with it – squeezing, groping, grabbing, kneading, pinching with either fingers or teeth. And once I got to work behind her, it was literally poetry in motion when the supple-skinned rump began to ripple.

But as someone who keeps themselves trim I could appreciate the effort Casey put into sculpting these firm bunny-buns. He had really nice thighs to, especially for a male, but I wasn’t fucking those right now so most of my focus was on the firm behind I was even now sliding back into. He had Steve’s cock in his muzzle, but my ears weren’t just for show and I could hear what a good job I was doing. I was taking my sweet time on each pull out – nice and slow so that pink ring could cling to every inch I withdrew from the lovely lapine tush, and then a nice firm shove, enough to push him a little further along Steve’s erection.

I didn’t forget about Steve, of course, even though I made a point of not looking at him so far. It was kind of me teasing him, pretending that I’m so caught up with the boi that I’m not noticing the man. He wasn’t bothering with showing me the same courtesy, and I loved that! I could feel his eyes on me when he managed to tear them away from Casey, so I tried to give him something to stare at. My hips could have done all the work when it came to breeding these buns, but I was putting my whole body into it, from my hips to my perfectly trim tummy to the firm tits I was thrusting out as my toned jackal bod undulated against Casey’s boyish form.

When Casey let Steve’s cock flop out of his mouth and gasped against it I wondered if he felt the need to compete for his hubby’s attention. Not that I minded a bit of friendly competition, but I was kind of left out of the show from where I was standing. Then again he might have just decided to help Steve pace himself. So I swiveled my ears and tried to let them paint a picture while my eyes fixed themselves on the toned lapine ass I was riding.

The bunny was good at putting on a show, and I could hear both the cute little kissy sounds he made as his lips traveled up and down the shiny human shaft, the little moans he made while dragging his tongue along it. The little soft taps of a heavy, hard cock gently slapping against his muzzle were just on the edge of my hearing, but even my ears couldn’t pick up the sound of a soft hand deftly juggling a pair of heavy balls. I just knew he was doing it. I realized I’d made a mistake by not arranging the three of us so that the floor-length mirror would have allowed me to watch the bunny work. Instead it was behind me, letting Steve feast his eyes on both my tits and my ass while I plowed his husband. So unfair…

The frustration I felt of being denied a show translated into an increase of force and tempo as my lazy strokes into Casey’s ass sped up into a nice proper breeding rhythm. Every stroke into and out of that snug lapine rump translated into subtle but very well-placed pushes and tugs of my half of the toy. I’d let Casey pump it up perfectly – just below the threshold of discomfort. While the tip was booping my cervix, that fake but very passable knot was just grinding away at my g-spot, and every tug on the toy pressed it against the clit hidden so deviously in my supple spade.

I felt Steve’s eyes shift to me when I started making little growly noises, my ears flicking half-way back as I approached the first of several orgasms I expected to have before the boys were spent. I fixed my eyes on the lube-slicked ring I was pistoning in and out of, my tempo thrown only slightly out of whack as my little growls turned to low, throaty moans and my hands gripped Casey’s ass just a little harder. It passed over me like a shudder that made my tail bristle and my nipples go from stiff to achingly hard. It also left me a little sensitized down here, and nowhere near satisfied.

After all, I was fit and I was horny, and unlike an actual male my cock would stay nice and hard no matter how many times I came. And the bunny under me, while delicate to look at, had an equally impressive stamina and could and would gladly take every ounce of strength I could put into railing his rump. Right now I was humping hard enough to draw squeaky little gasps from him, and with the kids downstairs Casey opened his muzzle again and let Steve slide back into his mouth. And there he was – the father of my children, looking quite fetching as he let his eyes move up from Casey’s cute face to the woman pumping him.

I reached out and pulled his hands from the top of the bunny’s head, lifting them up until he got the picture. Our arms were held out, our fingers splaying as we laced out hands – left to left and right to right. With a nice firm grip we each leaned forward, arms bending at the elbows as they held out weight while muzzle met mouth. I moaned when I felt Steve’s tongue slip past my lips, and let myself be kissed. Because Steve can only really kiss me if I let him. Humans have no muzzles at all, and Casey’s has a cute but stubby one being a rabbit. But this bitch has a long, elegant muzzle that houses a long, nimble tongue. And after I let him have his fun, I started kissing Steve back.

It was no contest, but it was fun, not to mention a good way of keeping quiet. From this position I couldn’t really pull back, so I was left with kinda just grinding against Casey’s ass and pushing it into Steve’s crotch. When our kiss muffled a grunt I pushed back and we parted. That sound told me Casey was about to take Steve’s load, and if he was doing that I figured he deserved his undivided attention. And while they gazed in each other’s eyes I satisfied myself with a nice view of the human’s smooth abs flexing as he pumped his load into the muzzle of the softly moaning lapine. Casey would be busy swallowing every drop, and I actually found myself licking my chops, remembering the times it was my muzzle closed around that fleshy spire. The orgasm that struck me while I ground my hips and fantasized about being on my knees along with Casey caught me by surprise and did little to sate my needs.

Casey let Steve’s cock slip from his lips with a pop and a gasp, and I let him put on a show of licking it clean and kissing it goodbye before getting a nice good grip on the bunny’s ears. Now I didn’t actually yank on them, because that would just be cruel. I just gave them a nice firm pull that hinted to the lapine licking his lips to rise. Once he was upright I snaked an arm around him. Casey had exceptionally shapely thighs for a boy, and combined with a perfectly round ass it gave him a girly looking lower body, until you saw his carrot and berries. His chest, on the other hand, was completely flat, unlike the one his back was pressed against.

My nipples were so hard by now I was sure Casey could feel them poking through his fur like a pair of hot little pebbles. And while he was feeling mine, I reached out for his own. Like I said, no breasts whatsoever, but for some reason his nipples were every bit as sensitive as mine and Claire’s. I could feel his heart beating under my palm because he knew that I knew just how to take good advantage of that kind of sensitivity. I flashed Steve my bedroom eyes over the slender white shoulder of his lapine lover as I ran a manicured claw along the rim where white fur gave way to pale pink skin.

If the bunny was expecting his human lover to come and rescue him from my clutches, he was going to be disappointed. Steve was getting comfy, having decided wisely that it isn’t a smart idea to get between a jackal and her prey. And that’s not me being spiciest. Anyone I manage to get my paws on - be they herbivore, human or carnivore – is my prey until I decide otherwise. And it wasn’t like Casey really wanted to be rescued. In this position I didn’t have a lot of room to move, but the bunny was obliging me by sliding off when I pulled out and pushing his rump back when I thrust in.

And if he wasn’t careful, he was going to take the knot sooner than I’d like to give it to him. His end doesn’t inflate but it doesn’t really need to. When he cums, Casey’s ass tends to clench up and stay clenched for several minutes, firmly enough that there’s no hope of pulling the knotted toy out. One time we even managed to do the dog thing and get on all fours with our butts touching. And Daphne thought she had embarrassing photos of her brother!

Part of me was tempted to just do it – cover Casey’s muzzle, give a really sharp thrust and drive the knot home. Then I could wrap my paw around his pink stiffy and just squeeze and caress until the tip erupted and he sprayed bunny spunk while melting against me. The hand that I was using to play with his boyish chest almost itched to give his erection a grope and maybe to heft the fuzzy sack under it. But that was the easy way, and I was definitely in the mood to do Casey the hard way.

And the hard way meant everything but his bits was fair game. Like the nipple my right hand was toying with, the hip my left was resting against and the milk-white neck my muzzle was nuzzlin’. He was getting vocal now, but fortunately he was too short of breath to do anything more than gasp and whimper. He tilted his muzzle up a little and I took advantage by sliding my hand from his chest and along his neck, resting my palm against his throat. I had to be careful though, he was ticklish and I didn’t want to risk him squirming away.

His ears were flicked back and practically served up to me. He was so horned up that the insides were almost glowing pink, a very cute blush that would only make the floppy things more sensitive. My ‘bites’ were just little pinches but each one made him gasp and shudder against me. He was close and I didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know that his flopping cocklet was as hard as a nail and that his bunny balls had pulled up and were ready to unload.

When I reached the end of my patience I tilted Casey’s head to the side and planted my lips on his muzzle, kissing him good and deep just as I gave a sharp thrust of my hips. Our kiss muffled his squeal as the silicone bulge drove past his ring and settled right against his prostate. I broke the kiss and growled into his neck as I began to hump and grind against him. It was a maddening tug of war as the toy we shared rubbed my g-spot and his bunny-button, but with those bracer-straightened incisors biting his lower lip, Casey came first.

I was still bucking wildly into him, moment away from my own release and serving to make the spraying lapine cock bounce wildly. Milky streamers shot through the air, twisting in mid-flight as I pounded mercilessly into Casey’s ass. My nostrils flared as the sharp canine nose perched on the end of my muzzle caught the sweet smell of lapine spunk still squirting from the tip of the bunny’s pink cock. It finally drove me over the top as I gave one final thrust, holding Casey against me so tight that my chest was flattened against his back.

I have a version of this toy that can not only inflate but shoot cum-like lube out the ‘receiving’ end. We’d tried it a few times and Casey liked the feel of my shooting inside him and I loved pulling out and watching the bunny-butt I’d just bred leak. I also liked the fact that I could pump more into the quivering lapine ass than Steve could ever hope to. Hell, a stallion couldn’t keep up with me since I could always wear a bandolier of full white syringes. But that toy had a hose that tended to get in the way, so I rarely used it.

Without it I couldn’t ejaculate cum into Casey, but I could project an “I’m cumming inside your slutty ass!” attitude, especially when I myself was climaxing. I’d growl into his folded ear as I pulled back against our tie, only to buck sharply, timing it to the twitching of my nonexistent sack. I kept a good firm grip on him, claws pressing through fur and poking into sensitive skin, my tits pressed so hard against his back they might as well be pecs. I didn’t need something as trivial as sperm to make Casey squirm against me and shudder as I bred him. It says something for my performance that Steve hadn't even managed to go properly soft, and the sight of his almost fully erect shaft gave me an idea.

“You call that a clean cock?” I husked into Casey’s ear, and since the bunny was in no state to puzzle out when I meant I eased him down and laid my body on top of his. I rested my head over his right shoulder, and since my muzzle was long it was level with his stubby one. Steve got my idea when I beckoned him over, and soon he was being cleaned by a very peculiar two-headed beast. And if Casey lets go soon, I figured I still had enough energy to fuck my big hubby, even if I have to let him take the place of the toy still stuck in my spade…

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EPILOGUE

“Nina, hands away from your eyes! It was your idea to have me do your make-up, I don’t want you smudging all my hard work…” Tracy said, and the girl’s hands dropped at once to her sides.

“What are we celebrating anyway? It’s not mommy-anniversary, not daddy-anniversary, not our family anniversary…” Doug counted off on his fingers, listing the two wedding anniversaries and the date that they told the twins was ‘the day they all became a family’. So far they haven’t worked out why this date preceded their birthday by nine months.

“Yeah, and how come we’re all dressed up. Even papa is wearing boy clothes!” Nina pointed out, omitting the fact that papa was wearing as much make-up as she was and that his shirt was decidedly more ‘blousy’ than the one Steve was wearing.

“We’re celebrating because today the four of us spent a lot of time with a lawyer and took care of something very important…” Steve said, giving the kids the story they’d all agreed on.

It was a happy day, but as far as the four of them were concerned they’d been a family for just over ten years now, and today was just the day law caught up with reality. Doug and Tina didn’t need to know why their parents were smiling like that in the family photo they took before leaving. They’d always been a family, today was just the day that the world realized it, but it was still worth celebrating…