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"I still don't understand why I have to go," Luna said grumpily, crossing her arms. She was uncomfortable in the green velvet dress her mother had picked out. It was stiff, and the white trim fell past her knees. She felt trapped in it as she squirmed in the passenger seat of her mother's new sedan. "I've told you. Mr. Dawtson has a daughter about your age. He told me to bring 'the kids.' Luna, I want to make a good impression. I could be the youngest VP in the history of Dawtson Technologies! I have to make a good impression tonight, so you know I couldn't bring Karasu." Her mother looked over at her with pleading eyes. Luna frowned, pouting deeper. "So since I'm well-behaved I get punished by being dragged to stuff like this?" Her mother sighed and leaned over, patting her knee. "Look on the bright side. You get to stay up late, and you might make a new friend." Her mother paused, looking at her sideways. "And maybe those gift cards Santa brought you will mysteriously increase in value." Luna frowned a little more, but mostly to make a point. She did like staying up late, and she wasn't above accepting a little bribery. Better gift cards meant she could get shoes to go with the outfit she wanted. That might actually make the night worth it. "Well, the elves better be generous with Santa's debit card," she said, mood brightening a little. Her mother chuckled and gave her knee a squeeze. "I'll be sure to send them a note about your cooperation. In return, you have to make nice with Mr. Dawtson's daughter. And make sure the two of you stay out of the guests' hair, okay? I'm pretty sure he wanted you along to make sure Ella stayed out of sight." "Oh, so I'm some kind of secret babysitter, too? I think Santa must've gotten those gift cards wrong by half, then." Her mother laughed, then glanced over at her. Luna had her arms crossed and raised her eyebrows when her mom made eye contact. The woman sighed, looking back at the road. "Double?," her mom asked wearily. Luna smiled and nodded victoriously. Her mother sighed but nodded, sealing the deal. Luna stared out the window of the new car. All she could see was the heavy snow. She'd never seen Willow Valley before, and she was frustrated that she couldn't even see a glimpse of it now. Her mother slowed the car and turned onto a road that Luna hadn't even seen. They rolled up a snow-covered drive and through a massive, open, wrought iron gate. When they stepped out, her mom handed the keys to a man wearing white gloves, who got in and drove the car out of sight into the snow. "Hey, where's he going?" "He's the valet, sweetie. He'll park the car for us so we don't have to walk far through the snow," her mother said in a soft tone, patting her shoulder comfortingly. Luna stared up. The building was three stories tall and made of old stone. It had no Christmas lights, but it was hung all over in garlands and massive red bows. The snow was so heavy she couldn't see all the way to either side, though windows glowed with a warm yellow light in the distance. Her mom lead her up the front steps. "Is this Mr. Dawtson's house?" Luna asked, her voice quiet and awed. "Yes, sweetie," her mother said, a soft chuckle in her throat. "Damn," whispered Luna. Her mother gasped and slapped her shoulder lightly. Luna only giggled. Another man wearing white gloves took her and her mother's coats without saying a word. The room they stepped into was enormous. A hardwood floor stretched from the front door all the way to the back of the house. Two huge staircases flanked the entryway, curling elegantly to the left and right to landings on either side of the main room. The back wall, which was further away from the door than Luna's entire backyard, was three stories of windows, looking out onto a beautifully landscaped garden brightly lit by floodlights. The falling snow covered the garden in a blanket of pure white, reminding Luna of the song 'Winter Wonderland.' Directly across from the front door, in front of the huge windows, a three story Christmas tree decorated in gold and silver towered over the gathered crowd. A man standing the next to the tree looked over as the door was shut behind them, then peeled away from the woman he was talking to, heading their way. Selene lead Luna further into the massive room, though Luna was nearly rigid with fright. She had never seen so many people in one place other than at school. And these were adults, strangers. And many of them took note of their arrival, glancing over and whispering to one another. After a moment of winding through the crowd and brushing off other guests, the man finally came up to them. He was an older gentleman with grey hair and a neatly styled salt-and-pepper mane that framed his face. He raised his glass to Luna's mother. Luna stared a little when her mom gave a half-curtsey in response. "Selene, how wonderful you could make it." said Hugh Dawtson, founder of the company her mother worked for. Though he was clearly much older than her mother, Luna noticed he didn't move slowly, but like a much younger man. Her mother had said he had a 'leonine grace,' but Luna hadn't understood what that meant until now: he moved like a predator. "And this must be Luna. Pleased to meet you," he said smoothly, flashing his sharp teeth. Despite being half-predator herself, Luna was terrified by the way the man moved and smiled. Unsure of how to react, she simply copied her mother, making a short little half-curtsey. "I'm certain Ella will be pleased to make a new friend." He gestured at the left stairwell. "If it's alright with your mother, I can have someone show you to her room? There's a TV there so the two of you can count down to midnight together." Luna glanced up at her mother, a little terrified. Her mother knelt down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "It'll be fine. I'm sure you and Ella will get along wonderfully, and you can text me if you have to, alright?" Luna nodded meekly, then followed a third man wearing white gloves to the stairwell.

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Ella glanced around cautiously. Her stepfather had moved away from the tree, and thus, out of sight from the table of drinks. She waited until the bartender ducked down to rummage under the bar, then slipped forward. The table to the side of the bar held dozens of bottles of champagne standing in wait of midnight. She snatched one off the table and darted back to the hallway just as the bartender stood back up. She cradled the magnum against her body, shielding it from view of the other party patrons. It was much heavier than she would've guessed, and she grinned in anticipation. Her stepfather was walking back toward the rear of the house, accompanied by a young bunny woman Ella didn't recognize. She slipped back into the kitchen before he could spot her. She'd be in deep trouble if he found out she was down among the party guests, let alone if the filched champagne were discovered. A few servants saw her as she made her way to the back staircase, but she didn't care. They had no reason to say anything to her stepdad unless she was found out, and in that case she'd be in plenty of trouble no matter what they said. She smiled at the caterer sweetly and slipped up the stairs, escaping the nauseating din of the party. She squinted at the large bottle in both hands as she crested the stairs, reading the label in the low light. It was one of the cheaper vintages of Dom Perignon. A far cry from the Bollinger he had served last year, but it would be sweeter, too. She smiled triumphantly and made her way back to her room. Ella stopped at the door, which was ajar. Frowning, she nudged it open with her toe. A young girl, maybe ten years old, sat on her couch, looking nervous and bored, but also decidedly cute in a new, deep green dress. She was a hybrid, with the long, lop ears of a bunny and the pointed muzzle of a wolf. Ella guessed she must be the daughter of the bunny she'd just seen with her stepfather. "Um, hi?" Ella asked, frowning a little. She'd planned on getting absolutely smashed in private, which was just about the only thing her stepfather's parties were good for. She glanced down at her pilfered bottle guiltily. "Oh," squeaked the wolfbun in surprise, turning toward the door. "Who're you?" "Who am I? You're the one in my room. Who're you?" The girl blushed and fidgeted on the couch. "Oh. You're Ella? I, uh. . . your father said you'd be my age. Aren't you like seventeen?" Ella frowned, too, and rolled her eyes. "He's my stepfather," she corrected her testily. "Unless you somehow thought a lion could sire a corgi. And I'm sixteen. As far as he's concerned, there are only two ages: old enough to sign a contract, and not. So in his eyes, we probably are the same age." Ella stepped into the room and kicked the door closed, scowling. She softened her expression a little when the younger girl recoiled from her angry gaze. Ella sighed to herself. It wasn't the preteen's fault they'd been stuck together. No, that blame landed squarely on her stepfather's shoulders. "I'm Luna," the little girl said tentatively in response to Ella's icy glare. "What should we do?" "We? We're not doing anything," Ella said coldly.She snatched the remote off the side table and tossed it into the Luna's lap. "There's 900 channels. Knock yourself out. I'm gonna be in there," she pointed through the inner doorway. "So don't bother me." She left the wolfbun sitting wide-eyed on the futon, feeling only a little guilty as she retreated into the second room. Her 'bedroom' was actually a small suite of three rooms: a sitting room, a bedroom, and a bathing chamber. She had no door to slam satisfyingly on the little girl, but it would have to do. She heard the TV click on and settled onto her bed, unfoiling her smuggled champagne. She heard a soft rustle and looked up, seeing the girl standing in the door. She frowned. "I thought I told you to leave me alone," she snapped, untwisting the muselet. She perked her canine ears, realizing the television in the other room had been turned off just as quickly as it had been turned on. The girl shrugged, fidgeting with her stiff dress. "I was thinking. . .just because our parents stuck us together to get rid of us doesn't mean we can't be friends, right? And besides, I'm thirsty. Is that something to drink?" The girl looked up at her with not-quite-a-pout on her lips, looking sweet. Ella bit her lip. The girl was dangerously cute. Salacious thoughts crept into her mind slowly and she grinned. "You're right," Ella cooed sweetly. "No reason some unexpected company should ruin the night." In fact, I just might have to take advantage of the opportunity, she thought privately, nostrils flaring a little. She beckoned the little girl over, her breath growing shallow at the thoughts dancing through her head. As Luna climbed up on her bed, Ella pulled the untwisted wire cage from the top of the bottle and tossed it into the trash. "I had to steal some sparkling juice from downstairs. My loving stepfather never thinks to send up food when he locks me away for these things. You want some? I didn't think to steal any glasses." Luna nodded happily and Ella's grin broadened. She put her thumbs to the cork and pushed. Both girls yelped slightly then giggled together when the cork popped free. Ella lifted the bottle to put it to her lips and then paused, passing it instead to Luna first. The girl favored her with a sweet smile that made Ella shiver with delight. The girl lifted the bottle to her lips without question and tilted it up for a long sip. She squeaked and sputtered a little of it down her chin. "It tickles!" the girl said, giggling. Ella smiled. "I did say sparkling, didn't I?" Luna bobbed her head and Ella gestured at her encouragingly. Ella bit her lower lip with delight as the girl tilted the bottle up again, taking several swallows. A dribble of foam leaked out of the corner of the wolfbun's lips before she finally lowered the bottle. "That's good!" Luna squeaked. She squirmed a little. "It feels warm, too," she added absently, fingers brushing curiously over her tummy. "Mmhmm," Ella said, taking the bottle from the girl. She eyed how much the young wolfbun had drunk and smiled slowly. Ella was going to have to get less drunk than she'd planned, sharing the bottle, but the tradeoff ought to be worth it. She lifted the bottle to her own lips, letting the bubbles tickle her nose and burn her tongue as she took a couple of deep swallows. "So do you go to Griffin Heights?" Ella asked conversationally, leaning back against her headboard. She watched the girl carefully, seeing Luna's cheeks already growing ruddy. She passed the bottle back to her. When Luna lowered it again, it was nearly half-empty. Ella sighed as she felt the warmth blossom up from her stomach. "What? Oh. Yeah. I'm on a legacy scholarship. My mom graduated summa cum laude." "Oh yeah? I'm sure my stepdad just loves that. He refuses to admit that he graduated from AC Clarke. He claims he spent high school at some snooty boarding school. Maybe he did. But his diploma says AC Clarke." Luna shrugged, wobbling a bit when she did. Ella passed the bottle to her, her smile broadening with each new sip, then took several deep swallows of her own when the wolfbun handed it back. She could feel her ears starting to glow and her head feeling lighter. She set the bottle on her bedside table with still more than a quarter of the champagne left. She didn't want to get the girl sick, and she wanted to make sure she stayed slightly less drunk than her. "My dad gotis degree from AC. He saysis a fine school. Gosh, I feel..." Ella giggled as Luna's words began to slur. She reached behind her own back and undid the clasp to her bra, making sure Luna could see. With a little acrobatics, she pulled it out of her shirt sleeve with a sigh, tossing it to the floor. "What're you doing?" Luna asked, her voice naive and genuinely curious. Ella sighed and stretched slowly. "Getting comfy," she cooed, feeling the warmth in her belly spread through the rest of her body. Her bed was starting to feel like a raft on a calm sea. She eyed Luna with desire. The combination of predator and prey features in the girl was exotic, and she was slender like a boy, except sweeter and cuter. "We're gonna be here alone for hours till after midnight, right? Might as well be comfy. You c'n take yours off too, if you like." Luna eyed her breasts, which is exactly what Ella was hoping for. The girl's curious, open gaze aroused her and she could feel her nipples stiffen against her t-shirt. The response made Luna's eyes widen a bit more. "I, uh. . .I don't have any. I mean. One. I don't wear a bra, yet." "Oh. Lucky you! They're really fucking uncomfortable," she said bluntly. She raised her hands, absently rubbing her breasts through her shirt, looking at the girl. "Well, feel free to get comfortable however you like. No one's gonna come in here. Just us girls." She smiled sweetly, hoping to encourage the little thing. It was hard to play sweet. She ached to just jam her hand down her jeans and make the girl watch as she got herself off three or four times. But that would hardly be as satisfying as what she had planned. Plus, what would they do for the awkward three hours afterward? She realized she was still rubbing her own breasts and forced herself to stop, taking a deep, shivery breath. Luna had been watching, holding her breath. Now that Ella had stopped, the two of them made eye contact. The look in Luna's eyes was confused and curious. Ella smiled, doing her best not to look predatory. "I hate this dress my mom stuck me in," Luna said. Ella had to swim back several moments to regain the thread of the conversation. Her nostrils flared a little but she just tilted her head curiously. "Oh yeah?" she asked innocently. Luna nodded, tugging at the hem. "It's stiff. And long. And. . .uncomfortable." Ella shivered slightly, thrilling at the girl's slow admission. She did her best to remain nonchalant. "So take it off," she shrugged casually. She looked away, trying to seem as if the girl's decision to get 'comfortable' or not didn't matter at all to her. But she watched her out of the corner of her eye. Luna frowned as if trying to remember something. The girl fidgeted on the edge of Ella's bed, fingers tugging now and then at her dress. It was as if she was watching the wolfbun's dress grow more and more uncomfortable at Ella's sly suggestion. Finally, the girl turned to her. "Ella?" "Mmm?" she answered, swaying slightly. The room swam pleasantly until her eyes focused on the girl a few feet away. Luna turned her back to her and looked up at her over her shoulder. "Unzip me?" Ella smiled. She couldn't decide if the red in Luna's cheeks was from the alcohol or embarrassment. She leaned forward. After several misstarts, her fingers finally got a hold of the tiny zipper and pulled it down without hesitation. Her hands slipped down, grasping the hem of the dress, sneaking soft brushes up the girl's thighs as she did so, then lifted the dress up over Luna's head. Underneath, the preteen wore only a pair of black panties. She still had on a pair of white knee socks and brand new mary-janes. The overall look was adorable, and somehow, deeply erotic. Ella could only see her back, but she drank in the sight, fingers lightly brushing over the girl's bare back. Luna shivered under the touch. "Better?" Ella asked, lips right by the wolfbun's long ear. "Mmm," was Luna's reply, followed by a soft, drunken giggle. Ella grinned. Upper body swaying slightly, the woflbun added, "Now I'm cold." As if to illustrate her point, the girl shivered, her fur fluffing slightly. "Oh?" Ella asked softly. "Climb under the covers. We can warm each other up." Ella could see the girl's blush darken, the red spreading down her long ears. She wobbled a little and Luna steadied her. "Humm," the girl murmured. "I. . .I think lyin' downsa good idea." Ella pulled the sheets back invitingly then slipped out of the bed to stand. She watched as Luna climbed under the covers, complete with socks and polished black shoes. Ella pulled off her top and stripped out of her jeans, taking off her soaked satin panties with them. She slid between the Egyptian cotton sheets next to Luna, who gasped as Ella's nude body pressed up behind her. Ella pulled the sheets and comforter up over their shoulders. "Were yer clothes uncomffable, too?" Luna asked softly. "Very," Ella whispered into the girl's ear. "It's okay if we cuddle, right? Gotta keep warm," her breath was hot in Luna's ear, her lips brushing the edge of the fur. "Mmm," was Luna's response. Ella wrapped her arms around the little girl, pushing her hips forward to nestle against the curve of her pantied rump. Finally, she had what she wanted in her arms. Her body ached to go further, but she still managed to rein herself in. Part of her wondered if Luna could feel the heat and moisture from her crotch against her tail. The wolfbun was breathing heavily, but that could easily be from the alcohol. "You're very pretty, Luna," Ella cooed into the girl's ear. She splayed out her fingers, both hands rubbing the girl's flat tummy. Her hands trembled, desperate to move further up or down. Luna giggled drunkenly and coooed in her arms, wiggling in a way that pushed her backside into Ella's hips. "Mmmmm," the girl said again, making Ella giggle. Perfect, Ella thought. She nosed into the girl's ear, lifting the lop slightly and giving the pink of that ear a slow, wet lick. Luna tensed a little in her arms but didn't say anything. Her breathing increased. "Good," Ella whispered into her ear, licking it again slowly and letting her tonguetip tickle the girl's canal. "You're not going to stop me, are you?" Ella's hands traveled away from the girl's tummy now, very slowly, one moving up, the other down. Luna responded with another pleasant murmur and arched in Ella's hands. "Perfect," Ella whispered, out loud this time. Her prey was so nicely pliable in her hands. The self-restraint she'd been so carefully tending melted away. Her fingers found the girl's small nipples as her other hand slid further down, cupping her mons through the black panties. To her surprise, she found the girl's crotch slightly damp, the little thing apparently a little more mature than her body implied. Ella smiled with anticipation as the girl moaned in her arms. Her fingers shifted across Luna's chest, gingerly brushing one nipple, then the other, switching between the two frequently until they were both stiff to the touch. She grabbed one then, a little roughly, and twisted, her body arching as the girl squeaked and moaned. Such a perfect sound. She twitsted harder and the girl trembled in her hands, hips rolling forward instinctively against Ella's hand. Ella tugged the girl's panties down impatiently. She nearly lost it when her fingers touched her bare labia, so smooth and perfect, slightly damp. Luna clutched the pillow under her head, panting into it, her body trembling in frequent little starts. Ella gently bit the girl's ear, tongue sliding wetly into the ear canal again, just briefly. Then she whispered. "I'm going to make you cum, bunny. And then I'm going to make you return the favor." Luna trembled and whimpered softly while softly grinding her hips into Ella's fingers, coating them with her moisture. "C-cum?" the girl asked, sincere curiosity in her muddy voice. "You'll see," she whispered, smiling with delight at the girl's inexperience. Her hand switched sides again, catching Luna's other nipple and twisting it just as hard. The girl whimpered and squirmed, making Ella shiver eagerly. Her fingers curled inward, pressing against Luna's labia, rubbing the slight moisture into the girl's smooth lips. She spread her with two fingers, penetrating her shallowly with her middle finger as Luna squealed. Ella shivered again. She could feel the girl's intact virginity with her careful fingertip. Part of her wanted to take it, to find something to pierce the girl deeper, and make the wolfbunny hers. But she held herself back. She wasn't so selfish that she'd take that experience away from the girl. She lowered her muzzle, gently biting the girl's neck as she twisted her nipple harder. Luna's hips pushed forward needily, straining Ella's fingertip against her hymen, her bunny instincts clearly taking over. Ella gingerly withdrew her fingertip, but not far. She fingered the girl shallowly, just with the very tip. Luna let out a cute, satisfied growl and bucked her hips into the attention, humping Ella's hand. Her other hand switched nipples, twisting sharply. The girl didn't whimper in pain, though, she just arched her chest out more, eager little yips escaping her as she humped against Ella's hand. Ella pushed her own hips against the wolfbun's petite backside, grinding against it needfully, wishing she had a hand to spare for herself. But she'd make sure she was taken care of soon enough. Luna was bouncing lustily against her body, her movements exaggerated by her drunken state, sweet little squeals punctuating the soft, constant wet sound of Ella' fingertip penetrating her. Ella's fingers abandoned Luna's nipples, simply holding the increasingly wild girl against her nude body as she fingered her. Luna let out two or three more soft, eager yips, then snapped her legs together with a slap of her damp thighs, capturing Ella's hand in between them. Luna arched off the bed, entire body clenched so tightly that Ella could even feel her tiny entrance cinch tighter around her fingertip. Luna climaxed quietly and powerfully, the only sound being staccato breaths huffed through her nose as her tense body trembled, cunny pulsing around Ella's finger. Ella held her tightly as she came, breathing in deeply the new scent of the wolfbun's orgasm. When she finished, Luna simply collapsed, panting, in Ella's arms. Ella smiled, gently extracting her hand from between the young girl's thighs, lifting her finger up to lick it clean. She shivered at the savory taste of the preteen's sex, her nostrils flaring to inhale that scent again. Ella propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at the girl, watching the stiff nipples on her chest rise and fall with her heavy breathing. Luna's eyes were closed and Ella knew that she'd be working against the alcohol and the warm afterglow of orgasm to keep the girl awake. She lowered her muzzle, giving the girl's left nipple a sharp but gentle bite. Luna gasped, eyes fluttering open. "I believe we agreed to a trade," she cooed, holding herself over the girl. Luna's cheeks darkened, which just made Ella grin even wider. "I, wha--. . .I d-don't know. . ." the girl stammered. Ella leaned down and kissed her to silence her. Luna froze underneath her but didn't resist. Ella pressed her lips harder and slowly the preteen began to respond. Luna inhaled deeply through her nose and whimpered a little, arching her body as she began to kiss back. Ella growled gently in her throat and gently bit the girl's lower lip before pulling away, leaving Luna softly panting, lips parted. "A trade," she repeated with steel in her voice, meeting the girl's eyes. Luna nodded meekly. Ella leaned down in a swift motion, placing her lips by the girl's ear, whispering, "You just let your tongue do all the work." Luna made a soft squeak, but Ella didn't give her much time to consider the advice. She lifted herself up to kneel over the girl, tossing the sheets away from both of their nude bodies. She planted her knees to either side of Luna's head, slipping her feet under her pillow. Ella's eyes fell on the preteen's exposed pussy for the first time and she shivered, biting her lip against the moan that bubbled up. She stared for a few moments, hovering over the girl, knowing that her own arousal dripped through the fur of her inner thighs. She could get quite wet when she was aroused. She heard Luna make a small sound of uncertainty underneath her. Ella envied her a little. So young, getting her first faceful of pussy. The thought made her shiver again. She leaned forward to stand on all fours over the girl's smaller body. She desperately wanted to bury her tongue in the glistening pussy just a few inches away. Even more, though, she wanted to feel the wolfbun's tongue inside her. She waited for a moment or two, to see if the girl would take the initiative. Luna just laid there, staring, panting, but not moving. Ella carefully lowered herself until her cunny hovered just an inch above the girl's vulpine muzzle. She lowered her own nose, brushing Luna's thigh. On a whim, she snatched the champagne bottle off the side table. She lifted her short, curled tail and poured the champagne over herself. The cool liquid splashed against her tailhole, making her gasp sharply, then tingled and fizzed as it trickled between the upturned cheeks of her ass. Ella shivered as the cool, bubbly fluid ran between her spread lips, then heard a gasp as it dribbled off of her clit and onto Luna's muzzle. She kept pouring a slow trickle and heard Luna lapping tentatively at the little rivulet of champagne, felt her lips and tongue moving just shy of Ella's girlhood. She lowered her hips then, pushing her champagne-bathed nethers into Luna's face. Too distracted to direct the bottle back to the table, she let it drop, the heavy glass magnum thumping upright to the floor beside the bed. Luna made a soft sound of protest into Ella's cunny but then her tongue darted out, tasting the champagne on Ella's labia. Ella could feel the girl's hesitance melt away at the taste. Luna lifted her hands gingerly to Ella's ass, gripping lightly and pushing her tongue in deep. Ella groaned with delight, pushing herself back on the girl's tongue. She shuddered. It was everything she had imagined, that tiny tongue writhing inside her, tasting and exploring. She lowered her head, shuddering and breathing deep the scent of Luna's arousal inches away. Her cunny flowed arousal onto Luna's tongue, who shivered and lapped at it hungrily. Ella grasped the wolfbun's thighs to steady herself. She stared at the young girl's pussy, which glistened with arousal. When Luna flexed upward to lick her deeper, Ella could see the thin membrane of the girl's hymen, tempting her. Luna plunged her tongue deep and Ella cried out softly, arching her back, pressing her breasts against Luna's stomach. She came hard and quick, gritting her teeth and squirting into the preteen's mouth. Ella shuddered hard, her cunny clenching around the driving tongue inside her. Luna didn't pause a bit but only seemed hungrier from the flood of Ella's thick nectar. Ella gasped at the girl's perseverance, then squealed when the tongue pushed even deeper. Ella trembled on the preteen's face, impressed by her natural skill. Her stomach clenched and her cunny gripped Luna's tongue even tighter. She cried out softly as she came a second time, her body trembling and bucking so hard against Luna's face that the bed thumped noisily against the wall. Ella opened her eyes, panting raggedly, body trembling. Luna didn't pause and Ella groaned in ecstasy, staring at the beautiful preteen snatch so close to her muzzle. Then her eyes shifted and she saw the girl's tight little tailhole clenching rhythmically as she thrust her tongue in and out of Ella's pussy, the tiny, pink ring glistening with arousal that had dribbled down from the girl's lips. A perfect, virgin hole waiting to be taken advantage of--one without a fragile hymen barring entrance. She growled with delight, determined to see the girl stretched around something, to fuck her properly. Her lust- and champagne-soaked mind could picture nothing more than the little girl's backside impaled on. . .something. Still riding the preteen's diligent tongue, she ranged around for something phallic. She was sadly deprived of any proper toys, which seemed to disappear from her room whenever she smuggled them in, and her hair brushes were an entire room away. Her eyes fell on the champagne bottle. It was big and clumsy and still an eighth or so full. But it had a perfectly tapered neck. She grabbed it, squealing as Luna's tongue curled inside of her and the girl's nose nudged against her own tailhole. Her third orgasm was brief but intense as the muscles of her pussy pulled Luna's tongue deep inside of her, rippling powerfully along its length. Ella nudged Luna's legs apart with her muzzle, watching as the movement spread the little girl's lips slightly, exposing her hymen to Ella's hungry gaze. Just below, her tailhole glistened invitingly. Ella set the heavy magnum between the girl's thighs, some of the champagne sloshing out onto the sheets, some fizzing as it sprinkled the girl's inner thighs. Luna gasped, pulling her face out of Ella's crotch for the first time since Ella had coerced her there. "Wh-what?" the girl squeaked in surprise. Ella wrapped one arm under Luna's back and drew the magnum forward with the other. The dark green rim of the bottle dimpled the girl's tailhole, making her squeak again. Ella pulled firmly, bracing Luna with other other hand. She groaned with delight as the bottle's opening pierced the girl. "Fuck!" Luna squealed, surprising her. Ella giggled with delight and pushed deeper, then cupped her hand under the weight of the bottle and turned it up. The movement stretched Luna's even further and Ella groaned hungrily at the sight. The remaining champagne, maybe half a glass, flowed into the girl's backside and Luna cried out in surprise as the cool, tingly liquid bathed her insides. "Eeee!" Luna whined. "It tickles!" Ella licked her lips and shifted her grip on the bottle for more leverage. She tightened her grip around Luna's waist, too, and thrust the bottle firmly, watching the girl's tight anus stretch as a few inches sank into her down to where the neck of the bottle flared. Then she finally lowered her mouth to Luna's cunny, wrapping her lips around the young girl's clitoris. Her tongue coaxed the stiff nub from its hood as she pulled the bottle mostly out, then thrust it in again. She quieted the preteen's soft cries and moans by pushing her own crotch back into her face. To her surprise, the wolfbun immediately shoved her tongue back inside of her. Ella was impressed by her dedication--she wasn't sure she would've been able to continue if their roles were reversed. Ella stared at the abused, pink ring of Luna's tailhole as she fucked it with the neck of the magnum. Her lips cradled the preteen's exposed clit lovingly, sucking on it. The sight was the most beautiful and erotic thing she'd ever seen and she wanted it ingrained in her memory. The girl made a soft sound and Ella echoed it. Both of them began to tense. Ella's thighs tightened around Luna's head, holding her in place as her hips bounced on the wolfbun's tongue. They exploded at nearly the same moment. Ella's fourth orgasm outshone the others. Her soft cry was rendered down to a whimper as she kept her lips tight around Luna's delicious nub. Her hips bucked hard, driving Luna's head down into the pillow. Luna's body tensed under hers, her penetrated backside gripping the bottle so fiercely that Ella could no longer move it. The girl squirted for the first time, peppering Ella's face with a small amount of hot, sticky liquid. The girlcum dripped from her eyelashes but Ella didn't blink, still staring at the little stretched hole before her as she bucked on Luna's face. Her cunny gripped and rippled around Luna's tongue, tugging at it possessively. Time passed, immeasurable, as the two writhed together in ecstasy. All Ella could see was that adorable tailhole twitching around the dark glass of the champagne bottle, immature slit flashing tempting glimpses of its hymen as it clenched in time while Ella's own pleasure washed over her body. They collapsed together, Luna squeezing the bottle out of herself with an audible pop. Ella's face lay in the champagne she had spilled earlier, face coated with the girl's scent, panting and unable to move. Luna wriggled out from underneath her, made an embarrassed squeak, and scampered off to Ella's bathroom. Ella watched her clenched little backside until it disappeared behind the closing door.

*** "3. . .2. . .1. . ." Ella jerked awake as the crowd downstairs erupted into cheers of 'Happy New Year!' The room swam alarmingly in front of her eyes and she held on tighter to whatever was in her arms. She felt the warmth and fur there and glanced down. Luna. She smiled and nestled in closer, the wolfbun giving a soft moan in her sleep. Ella had apparently fallen asleep shortly after their play, and Luna had cuddled up in the bed with her, both of them still naked. Naked. The word echoed hollowly in her head. Why did it seem so important? It took awhile for her to piece it together. It was midnight. And they were lying together naked. And. . .and Luna's mother would come looking for her when the party wrapped up. It would probably be best if the bunny woman did not find her daughter in bed, naked, with a girl practically twice her age. There was probably still an hour or more before that happened, but if she fell asleep again, there wouldn't be another rousing chorus from downstairs to wake her up next time. So, reluctantly, Ella slipped away from the warmth of the girl's nude body and the sheets they had cocooned themselves in. She wobbled when she stood, the floor suddenly in a different place than she'd swore it had been a moment ago. She teetered, but kept her feet. She spotted the girl's dress on the other side of the bed and started to retrieve it, then stopped. A slow, sly grin spread across her face. She stooped, picking up her own jeans instead. Ella fished her phone out of the pocket, then tugged the sheets away from Luna's body. Ella's hand crept between her own legs, rubbing herself idly as she snapped pictures of the little girl, saving images of that delicious pink tailhole and swollen lips for later. She rolled the girl over so that she was on her back instead of her side and spread her legs, making sure to get a close picture of Luna's devilishly tempting virginity as well. Then, Ella lowered herself between Luna's legs. It took a long moment of careful positioning, but after several attempts, she got an in-focus picture of her tongue pressed to the girl's tailhole. Luna moaned occasionally, but barely stirred otherwise. Satisfied, Ella tossed her phone into a drawer and dressed herself. She gathered up Luna's festive white-trimmed green dress, and, after some searching, found her black panties bunched up in the sheets at the foot of the bed. She hesitated for a moment, then stuffed the panties into the pocket of her jeans with a grin. Dressing Luna was no easy feat. The girl was limp with drunkenness and the afterglow of sex, and she barely stirred when Ella tried to rouse her. Still, Ella barely managed to shove her into the dress and zip her up. Then she carried her limp body to the sitting room and deposited her on the couch, along with the comforter from her own bed. Ella looked down at the wolfbun with a sigh, wishing their nude cuddle hadn't had to end. She leaned down and kissed Luna in her sleep. "Happy New Year," she whispered, before returning to her own bed, fully dressed.

***

Luna was lurched awake by her stomach informing her that she was aboard a rickety ship in high winds. Her eyes snapped open and she felt her gorge rise in her throat. She swallowed hurriedly, taking a deep, slow breath to calm herself. "You okay, sweetie?" Luna braced her hands on the dash. The rickety ship was just her mother's sedan, and the high winds just a gentle turn in the road out of Willow Valley. A couple deep breaths reassured her stomach. "What time is it?" "Just past two. Go back to sleep. It'll still be awhile till we get home." Luna nodded. She started to pull her knees up into the seat, then felt her bare butt slide against the stiff fabric of her dress. Where were her panties? She kept her feet down so that her dress wouldn't ride up and reveal her lack. She blushed as a few frenzied, fuzzy glimpses of the night's activity with Ella flashed past her mind's eye. "Mr. Dawtson was so pleased with you keeping Ella company. I didn't know she was quite so much older than you, but it looks like you two got along just fine." "Mmm," said Luna in bleary agreement, blushing again as she remembered the last time she'd made that sound. Keeping one hand on the wheel, her mother leaned over and patted her knee. "He promoted me." Luna managed to peel her eyelids back apart. "He did? Right there at the party?" "Yep! Right in his New Year's toast! Executive VP of Marketing." "Wow, mom! That's fantastic!" Luna covered her mouth, her sudden exuberance over her mom's promotion making her stomach lurch again. "Well, I have my perfect little girl to thank, at least for part of it. Consider those gift cards tripled. In fact, I think we'll all go out and get each other something nice to celebrate." Luna smiled happily, but lost the war with her drooping eyelids. She fell back asleep thinking of all the new dresses she'd be able to buy.