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Brittany had no idea what hit her. Suddenly she was pushed, and the force carried her tumbling to the ground. Her head just barely missed the ottoman. Her eyes sparkled from the impact of her skull hitting the carpet--not hard enough to hurt, but it sure gave her a shock.

Kailey suddenly snapped out of her daze as she saw Ashly push Brittany, calling her the forbidden word. Then the rabbit ran away, out into the hall.

For a second things were silent. Justin sat upright, still recovering. His dick was now small, shrinking still. It was receding into his sheath.

The skunkette finally found her will to move. She dashed to Justin, and sent a wide smack across his face. "You idiot!"

He groaned, biting his lip and tasting copper.

"Go after her!" She ordered.

A little because he was frightened, and a little because he knew she was right, he found his footing on wobbly legs and ran out into the hall, naked.

By then, Brittany had gotten up. "Jeez! What got into her."

"What do you think?" Kailey shouted.

"E...excuse us..." Came a meek voice from a few feet away.

Both older girls looked to their left--the twins sat, their legs crossed and their hands near their groins. Lauren's cheeks were red, and Alexis' were likely the same, but hidden.

"What... did you do to Justin?"

Brittany beamed. "I just had really great sex."

* * *

Justin ran toward the stairs. "Ashly?" He called, and then went back into the hallway. "Ash?" He neared the bathroom. He half-expected her to be there. The soft crying sounds he heard was definitely not a leaking faucet. "Hey... Ashly?"

"Go away!"

"Ash... can I come in?"

"Go back to Brittany! Go back to her pussy!"

"Ashly, c'mon. Open the door, please?" Silence. He gently tried the knob. It was locked. "Please, Ashly? Can we talk?"

"I said go away!"

"I'm not leaving. I'm gonna stand out here until you're ready to talk." He let out a hmph and leaned against the wall. As he stared at the opposite wall, he was suddenly acutely aware that he was still naked. And that there was a distinct smell on him.

He still couldn't quite believe it. He had just had sex! Some of the kids at school bragged about how they had already had sex. He never really got what the big deal about it was... not until now. No wonder those guys were so happy to sit next to the girls they had sex with at school!

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the lock on the bathroom door. He took in a breath, expecting her to come out. But, when after a while she didn't, he approached the door. He turned the knob, and slowly opened it. He half-expected her to be standing in front of the door, ready to hit him like Kailey did. Why he expected that, he didn't really know.

But she wasn't. She was sitting on the edge of the tub, opposite the door. Her eyes were puffy; she was clearly crying. Tears were even still falling. Just a few, but they were there.

She was looking straight ahead, but then when she saw him she covered her eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Y--y--you're naked!" She exclaimed.

"So?" He replied, and stepped into the bathroom.

She heard him shut the door, and then she heard the lock.

"Why'd you lock the door?" She questioned, still covering her eyes.

"So no one will bother us, duh," he said with a bit of a chuckle, more to calm himself than anything. He sat on the toilet. They were near enough that they could talk, but she was on the far side of the tub so he couldn't reach her unless he stretched real far. "You're mad at me, aren't you?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Well... you won't even look at me."

"Cuz you're naked!" She said again.

"So?" He replied again. "I saw your undies. Besides, I'm kind of a mess..." He reached over and turned the faucet on a bit. He went into the tub, and cupped his hands in the water. He splashed it over his crotch. "Ahh! Cold!"

To his relief, he managed to elicit a very small, very quick giggle from the girl.

"You shoulda waited for it warm up." She stated. She tried to sound angry, but the giggle was still in her throat.

"Don't feel like it." he replied.

"Why not?"

"Cuz I wanna talk." He shut the faucet off. "But I won't talk unless you look at me."

"But--"

"So?"

Reluctantly, she uncovered her eyes. She looked toward him, but she kept her eyes closed. It was only once he cleared his throat that she opened them. He was sitting on the tub by the faucet with her, his feet on the inside. She couldn't really see anything, which both relieved and, in a way, disappointed her.

"So... if you're not mad at me... why are you crying so bad?" He smoothed the fur on his thigh down. "I don't like it when my best friend cries."

"I'm just..." She looked down at her knees. "When... when I was at school today, there was this boy. We were coming in from recess, and he and I were one of the last to come in the door. He... I swear he pretended to trip cuz there's no way he did it for real. And he... well he... He pulled my skirt down... and..."

"Wow... Maybe he likes you?"

"I hope not! That's no way to tell someone you like them!"

"Yeah. It's kinda funny, though--I mean, not what he did. Like, as much as I've hung around a whole bunch of you girls, I'm not sure I even really know how to tell a girl you like her."

"It's not hard." Ashly said meekly. She looked at him, and saw that he was looking at her.

"Well, tell me then." He urged.

"You just... make her feel special."

"Like how?"

"I dunno. I guess with Brittany you just have to do it with her."

"I don't think that's really the right answer."

"Well you like her don't you?"

The wolf pup squinted an eyebrow. "What?"

"You're not being very subtle." Ashly said curtly. "Besides, it looks like Brittany already likes you. So just... tell her."

"But why would I tell her? You think I like her?"

"She just... did it with you!"

"That doesn't mean I suddenly like her," Justin said reasonably.

"Well then... I don't know. I don't really want to talk about liking and that stuff right now." As she spoke, her voice began to waver.

"Hey, hey," Justin moved one leg over and scooted closer to Ashly. He rested a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Don't get upset okay?"

"It's too late. I've been upset all day."

"No..." he said softly, stroking her back. "...If it... makes you feel any better, I thought they looked pretty."

"Pretty? What pretty?"

"Your undies."

Amidst her shallow tears, she blushed. "...Th--thanks..." She muttered.

"C'mon," he said, offering his right hand.

"I don't wanna go back in there. I can't look at Brittany again. She's so pretty and... and sexy. I bet she could get any guy at school to... do it... with her, just like she did you."

"I'm really sorry." Justin said.

"Sorry for what?"

"For... doing it with her."

"Why are you saying sorry to me for? I don't care!" She sulked.

"Well, I do. So c'mon." This time, he took her hand.

She wanted to fight him, but she didn't. Especially not when he stood up in front of her. When he did that, her vision was suddenly fully consumed by his crotch. But his dick wasn't visible--instead, just his sheath.

Still... it made her cheeks burn. It made her brow tingle. She stood up, but her eyes were still looking down. It was only when she realized after a few seconds that she was watching him did she look up.

"I--I'm sorry!" She said, blushing.

"It's okay," he said. "I don't mind you staring."

And with that he turned, leading the way.

Her mind hung on that last sentence as they walked the short way to the room. She just... didn't know what he meant by it. And, more so, the emphasis he put on you.

She didn't have long to ponder it though. In just a few paces they were back in the clubhouse room. Brittany was sitting on the floor, cross-legged and with hair tail happily dancing back and forth.

"So... y'see," Kailey said, the twins sitting on the couch and her on the ottoman, "That's why people... do it. I mean... that's one reason." Oh jeez, why did she put it that way?

"What other reasons?" Lauren asked.

"Hey..." Alexis elbowed her sister.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Justin and Ashly.

"Everyone," Kailey spoke up, "I think we need to talk."

"I do to." Justin said.

"If our parents find out--"

"Hang on, Kailey-bale," Justin said. "I have something really important I wanna say."

"Okay," the skunkette said, biting her tongue. She motioned her hand as if to say, you have the floor.

With that, Justin first glanced at everyone to make sure they were watching him--in particular, Brittany. She was smiling, and her hand was now over her groin. He got the feeling she wasn't doing it to cover herself.

Satisfied that all eyes were on him, he quickly stepped around Ashly just a little. He wanted to make sure everyone saw, but for sure he made it so Brittany got the best view. He deftly cupped Ashly's chin, and before she knew what was happening, his muzzle pressed against hers.

Ashly was caught so off-guard she let out a surprised squeak. But the surprise soon faded as she felt the kiss take effect. Just as she was getting used to it, though, the surprise and the squeal came again when his tongue shot forward and parted her lips.

She opened her mouth just a little. It was shocking, but she did nothing to stop it. She didn't know what to think or do at first, but as she felt his tongue probing hers, she quickly figured it out. Their tongues wrestled just a little, as their mouths hung open more and more, to the point where they were practically just sword-fighting with them.

When Justin finally broke away, a thread of saliva still held between them. He gently moved his thumb to break it at her lips, so that it fell onto him.

"I love you, Ashly." He stated.

From the couch, the twins hugged each other and squealed.

"Wh-wh--what?" Ashly stammered, her ears springing up with surprise.

"I said, I love you," he stated clearly.

"B...b-but--" She looked past him. "Kailey! You told him!?"

Before the skunkette could defend herself, Justin stepped in for her: "Kailey didn't tell me anything. She didn't need to."

Ashly blushed, looking meekly at his chest. "You mean... you... know?"

He lifted her gaze by the chin. "C'mon Ash. We've been best friends since before school. I don't know when you started crushing on me... but I know you did. I was going to let you tell me when you were ready."

"You should have just told me that you liked me!" Ashly said, not really angry; it was just the only thing that came to her whirling mind.

"C'mon. I know you better than that. Remember when you didn't talk to me for weeks because you accidentally broke one of my game discs? When I found that piece underneath the couch and realized what it was you wouldn't stop crying." He leaned his forehead onto hers. "I really wanted to tell you it was okay, but after that happened I just didn't want to make you feel like that again. I know, that was really stupid and I'm sorry."

"It's not stupid." Ashly admitted.

Reluctantly, Justin broke away from the rabbit. "Brit. I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same toward you."

"Okay."

"I mean it. I'm sorry, but Ash and I just know each other better."

The vixen shrugged. "That's fine. I think it's cute you guys like each other."

"Wait a minute, what!?" Kailey threw her arms out in astonishment. "What do you mean 'okay' and you're acting all cool with it? You just fucking fucked Justin!

"So?" Brittany crossed one leg over the other, as if to show a bit of modesty. "It's like I said when Alexis asked me if I liked him. I said he's a cool friend. I think he's hot, but I'm not in love with him."

"But... you just--" Kailey let her mouth hang open. She was literally at a loss for words. Her brain just stopped.

"You just practically said it yourself," Brittany chuckled. "People do it for more than just cuz they like each other or wanna make a baby. Sometimes they just do it cuz they wanna do it--and I just wanted to do it." She stood up and straightened her skirt. "I kind of lied when I said I played truth or dare at recess... I mean, I did, but that was before I moved here. At my old school, we did this kind of stuff when no one was looking. There were just so many times where I almost got to do something..." She looked up, as if remembering all of those occasions in a split second.

"I guess... I just couldn't help myself. When I saw you wearing those gym clothes," she said to the wolf, "I kinda just decided... I wanted to do it." She walked over to the two of them, and extended her hand at Ashly. "I'm sorry, I honestly didn't mean to hurt you guys's friendship or anything."

Ashly was confused. Terribly confused. She had a feeling everyone was. But Brittany didn't seem to be acting like her usual self--she sounded... genuine. Ashly hovered her hand with the vixen's, and the vixen clasped closed. Then, the vixen did something that rabbit truly did not expect. She kissed. It was quick, but it was on the lips.

When the vixen parted, she was smiling coyly, just like her old self.

"Well... fuck." Kailey said, giving up.

"Kailey stop saying that."

"Yeah, it's bad."

"Sorry guys. I just... Wait. Okay. Just tell me this: If you don't love Justin, why were acting mean to Ashly like you did love him?"

"Oh... are we still playing Truth or Dare?" Brittany asked musingly.

The skunkette wrinkled her nose. "Uh... sure, I guess, whatever."

"Then I believe It's Justin's turn." The vixen motioned toward the pup.

"Okay... are you... still gonna roll the dice?" He asked.

"Not if you want me to answer," the vixen spoke coyly. She was definitely back to her usual self.

"...Go ahead. I think Ashly deserves to know."

"I do too," the vixen agreed. She stepped back a bit. "But... I mean, isn't it obvious? You two weren't doing anything! She likes you; you like her; but neither of you say a thing about it! Once I saw it, and believe me it didn't take long, I thought I'd try and coax it out of you. One of you, for crying out loud! So I thought if I made it seem like I liked you, Ash would get jealous and confess." She paused. "That's why I'm sorry for... y'know. I guess I just... got carried away with an idea."

"That sounds really stupid." Kailey stated.

"Well, how would you have done it?"

"I... uh..." She gritted her teeth. "Well I can't think on the spot like that!"

"Well, you knew for a long time before I even moved here, so I figured if you weren't gonna do something I would."

"Guys stop fighting."

"Yeah, we've been doing enough of that today."

Kailey acquiesced.

"I guess it's settled. So..." Brittany shrugged. "Back to the game? It's my turn now."

"We're really still gonna play this?" The skunkette questioned.

"If you want you can go home... I still want to play."

"Us, too!"

"Fine. I already gave up, anyway."

Brittany giggled. "This is why I like you guys. You're so much fun." She went and collected the die. When she got to it, she bent over at the waist, and her tail lifted a little.

Justin watched her do so, and realized that he would catch a glimpse of her. He quickly averted her eyes.

"It's okay."

He heard it come form Ashly.

"Huh?"

"You can look."

"But..."

"You don't love her right?"

He looked her in the eyes and held her hand. "Right. I love you."

"Then it's okay. I don't mind... as long as you're not alone with her."

"Fair enough," the vixen agreed.

Justin looked over at her; she hadn't picked up the die yet, her bare buttocks and even barer slit easily on display.

Once she was satisfied they got a good peek, she picked it up and stood upright. She was surprised to see Justin hadn't sprouted a stiffy. She wasn't mad, she understood. Besides, if the die was in her favor, he was certain to get one very shortly.

"Since you're the girl of the hour, Ashly," Brittany said, "I think you should have the next roll."

"Are we ever gonna get to go again?"

"Next roll," Justin promised for Ashly.

Ashly hesitantly took the die. Not because she was afraid of what Brittany would do. She had surprisingly quickly dropped most of her feelings toward the vixen. In part it was how honest she was being, and also... that kiss.

The rabbit was just astonished they were still willing to play the game. Justin was still in the buff, and it was like nobody cared. In such a short amount of time, they had just gotten very comfortable with each other--even if Kailey was begrudgingly.

Ashly passively rolled the die in her fingers. She wondered what she wanted to come up. Truth? She felt like they had exposed all the truth worth exposing already. Dare? What could they possibly dare that hadn't been done yet?

She flicked the die from her fingers. It flew up into the air, and landed on the carpet with a surprisingly loud thunk. The single dot stared up at them, a little off-kilter from the uneven carpet threads, but clearly the dominant face.

"Dare." Laurent declared.

Brittany smiled. "Let's see..." She brought a hand to scratch her chin. "You guys have kissed. You've confessed your love... Now I guess the only thing is... Ashly. You're going to fuck Justin."

"Wow." Kailey said, but that was all, like she was completely expecting it yet surprised.

"Th--That's... but I thought that we couldn't dare like that." The rabbit remarked. "It can't involve other people."

"I lost that round, remember?" The vixen replied.

"Well, hang on." Justin said. "I think we need to set some extra ground-rules here... not just for the game, but for everything."

"Fair enough," Brittany agreed, again being very understanding.

"If we don't want to do something like that, we should be allowed not to do it. No matter what."

"But I wanna do it!" Ashly spoke out, which surprised even herself. "I--I mean... I--"

Brittany bumped her. "That-a girl."

Justin looked at his new girlfriend. His mouth began to salivate, and yet it felt so dry. He recalled the feelings he felt... and the thoughts he had about her just recently.

"I'm pretty sure Justin wants to, Ash, don't worry." The vixen said with her hand against her lips, as if whispering.

Justin suddenly realized he felt warmer in his groin. He looked down, confirming that his dick was beginning to harden, its head poking just a little out of his sheath. He bit his lip. "Okay... If you want to, I'll do it with you."

"One condition," Brittany chimed.

Both lovers looked at her.

"You have to do certain things, and I get to say what they are."

"Okay." Ashly said, her confidence surprising her still.

"And I wanna lay a ground-rule, too. No more beating around the bush. Let's call it what it is. Justin, tell her what you really wanna do."

Justin looked at the rabbit. She looked back at him meekly, a blush on her face. He wondered if it would ever go away; maybe she would have it forever if this kept up. He didn't care, she looked so cute with it. He rested his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Ash," he said, "I really wanna fuck you."

Ashly's spine shivered. The way he said it made her heart skip a beat. It felt so dirty, so naughty. She knew how forbidden this kind of thing was, that it would get them in really big trouble. She didn't care. "I wanna fuck you, too."

"Well, hang on horndogs," Brittany said, putting her hands on both of them as if to keep them from outright jumping each other. "First... Justin has to get dressed again."

Confused, Justin looked back at Ashly. "O...kay..." He said, and gave the rabbit a gentle squeeze before he let go. His shirt and underwear were together, but his shorts were all the way across the room.

Brittany moved close to the rabbit lover. "Quick question," she whispered. "You ever feel, like," she reached down and touched the girl's mons through her skirt, "Like a really sharp pain around here? Like when you get a stitch in your side?"

Ashly thought. "No... w-why?"

"Well... when a girl does it for the first time, it hurts a bit. I promise it's not bad, just a little... I just wanted to let you know in case you wanted to rethink things."

The rabbit shook her head, at first hesitantly but then with more resolve. "I said I'd do it. Besides... I'm not afraid of a little ouching..." Her voice suggested otherwise, but not much.

"There," Justin declared, his gym uniform back on. "I'm dressed again."

"Good. Now," the vixen stepped over to the open part of the room. "Come here."

"C--" Lauren spoke up, but her voice caught.

Alexis, who knew what her sister was thinking--it was what she was thinking--asked for them: "Can we... come too? Just to... watch?"

The vixen smiled. "That's up to Ashly."

The rabbit clasped her hands. Already the prospect of everyone watching her gave her mixed feelings, but having them want to watch... She took in a breath, looking at Justin.

He smiled, and shrugged, up to you.

"Okay..." She finally said.

The twins quickly hopped off the couch and went over to sit closer. "We won't make a peep."

"We promise."

"Wanna take a seat, Kailey?" Asked Brittany to the skunkette.

"I'm... I'm okay over here."

The vixen shrugged. "Your loss." She turned to the two lovers. "Kneel face-to-face," she instructed.

They did as told, kneeling to face one another. They sat close enough that their knees touched. For a moment, Ashly's confidence faltered but when Justin grasped her hand gently, she smiled.

"That's it," Brittany said. "Take her hand and put it on your cock."

The words made Ashly's pulse throb in her temples. She watched as her hand, which felt like it was someone else's for a moment, was guided by her boyfriend's. He drew it closer just a little slow, to the slight bump that rose from his shorts.

Finally, her fingers touched the slightly rough fabric. They flinched for just a second, until her palm was pressed down upon his lap.

They both let out their breaths.

For a second she was still, her hand frozen against his lap. Finally she had to ask: "S--so... what do I do?"

"Just feel it, silly." The vixen answered. "If you guys are gonna love each other you gotta get comfortable. Just explore."

Ashly began moving her palm across his lap, feeling the contour of the lump. She looked at Justin, and was a bit relieved to see he was just as nervous and timid as she was. She looked back down at where her hand rested. "I can't really feel much..." she admitted.

Brittany giggled. "That's the point. If you want, you can go ahead and take his shorts off."

Justin blinked, and smiled. He was actually kind of eager to get his shorts off. The way Ashly was touching him felt nice, but it was like she said: he couldn't really feel much. With her hand still clasped against him, like she was never going to let go, he began to take off his shorts.

"No, she has to do it."

His hands stopped, and then let go.

Ashly pinched the waistband with her other hand, and reluctantly departed from her lover's crotch to grip the other side. She slowly pulled them down, looking up for just a second before back down at the barely-covered groin right in front of her.

He was watching her watch him. It made her stomach fill with hundreds of butterflies, but it felt so exciting. She shimmied the shorts down his legs. All the while her eyes were fixated on the front of his briefs.

The lump was much more pronounced through his undies. It even had a bit of a shadow on the underside, giving a tease of its actual form. As she stared on, the shadow got just a little more pronounced. When he sat back, and took her hand again, she realized he was getting bigger.

This time her hand could feel it. She could grip around the underwear and feel the way his dick was like a stiff joystick.

"Now, remember," Brittany said, "You guys gotta be fair. Ashly, take his hand and let him touch you."

Nervously, the rabbit's left hand took the wolf pup's right. She continued to grip his crotch as she moved his hand to her skirt.

Justin watched with subdued eagerness as his hand neared the hem of her skirt. The thought of touching her on her privates made his penis flex.

Ashly noticed it, she paused for a second to gasp, and responded to his surge by gently squeezing.

That made his ego feel really good.

But not as good as the feeling of her undies. They felt so soft, like his summer bedsheets. He pushed, not sure exactly what to do. He felt something bony, not the fleshy pink area he saw on Brittany. He tried to recall how it looked. His fingers went up to get his bearings, and he felt the trim of her undies.

It was lower... lower... lower...

Ashly paused in her ministrations to spread her legs a little. Justin's hand kept trying to go further and further down between her legs.

Finally, he stopped. He was right on top of the part where she peed from, and when he pushed, she could feel the dampness.

"Oh no!" Ashly couldn't help from saying.

"W-what?" Justin questioned, immediately pulling his hand away.

"N--nothing I just... that's where I pee... and... I swear it's not pee but it's... wet there..."

"That's cuz you're getting turned on," Brittany explained.

"T...turned on?" The rabbit asked.

"Yep," the vixen nodded. "When boys get turned on, their dick gets bigger and bigger. When girls get turned on, their pussies get wet. It's so that when he sticks his big dick deep inside you, it feels better."

"But... that's where I pee from..."

"Ugh, here let me show you..." Brittany, who was sitting cross-legged, spread her legs so that her knees were butterflied outward. She had to lean back a little, to get her pussy into view. She spread it, giving both Justin and Ashly a good look. She fumbled with her fingers, moving it up to the top. "You pee out here," she explained, and then moved her finger downward. "Justin puts his dick in here, see?" She shoved her finger in, demonstrating exactly where the hole was.

They watched for a few minutes while Brittany took to fingering herself. The vixen's cheeks burned as the audience gazed on. Even the twins had moved beside the lovers to get a better view.

Justin watched as Brittany's finger went in-and-out of her pussy. He recalled the motion he used that felt so good in her; the same motion she was using with her finger. In-and-out, in-and-out. Then, he felt it. His spine shivered as he felt the motion on his dick. He looked down. Ashly had his penis in her hand, his underwear still blocking full contact. She was moving it up and down idly, as if subconsciously.

"Ah," the vixen let out a breath as she pulled her finger out. It was covered to the base with a thin film of liquid, like she just dipped her finger into honey. "See?" She said, holding it up.

Ashly groaned.

Justin looked, and then realized why. His finger began pushing up against her undies. "Y--you like that?" He asked, consciously focusing on the motion, rubbing his finger across the indention of her yielding labia.

"Yesssss," she said, but the way she said it sounded so naughty, even to her.

He began to rub more slowly, and then pushed at her lower hole, as if to try and push his finger in her through her undies. It made her moan out loud for everyone to hear, and her butt lifted up a little. She spread her legs more, and this gave him a very good angle for him to touch her.

He lifted up as well, and in doing so she could curl her fingers all the way around his penis. They looked into each other's eyes for a second, vaguely recognizing the pleasure the other was feeling, while coming to grips with their own.

"Kiss... kiss... kiss..." Brittany chanted. Finally, they must have heard her; or they just wanted to do it anyway. Their muzzles pushed together, and their tongues immediately wrestled.

Kailey watched. She almost didn't want to, in the back of her mind, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. She felt a tingle in the pit of her gut, and as she watched her two best friends trying to swallow the other's tongue, touching each other in places that before today were forbidden, she heard the sound of a zipper.

Then she felt a stroking at her crotch. She looked down. Her own finger disappeared into the gap of her fly. She rubbed her panties, exploring her own self. She had done so before, out of curiosity. But it was nothing like this; she was just looking at herself in a mirror. She wanted to know what she looked like down there.

But now, she was doing it and it felt different. It tickled, like her nose did just before a sneeze. She looked back at the lovers, and they broke their kiss. Another strand of saliva linked between their mouths, but this time it just stayed their as they looked at one another and panted heavily. Kailey felt a surge of heat between her legs.

"Now..." The vixen said, her voice quivering. This show was turning her on so much. And it was so cute how these two were hanging on her every word, like she was some puppet-master. She was vicariously living her fantasy out. She wanted to do it herself so badly, but somehow having someone else do it made her anticipation run wild, and she liked that more than anything. "Take each other's shirts off."

The lovers looked at one another. They were reluctant to retreat their hands from each other's privates. Justin had come to love how soft and damp Ashly's undies felt, and she had come to love how thick and stiff his dick was.

But both receded, with a silent promise in their eyes that they would come back, soon.

Justin offered to be the first one to go shirtless. He moved her hands to the lip, and she took charge from there.

It came off quickly, and just like Brittany had done she threw it as far as she could, like she wanted to make sure it didn't crawl back on him somehow.

"Feel his chest." The vixen suggested.

Ashly was already going to do that. She placed her hands on his shoulders, and moved them down to his immature pecks. She could feel the tautness of his young muscles. Her hands slowly slid down toward his abs. He flexed them, and when he did she emitted a cute, Ooo!. She rubbed his abs, which weren't at all very toned or anything like that. But they felt strong. She traced down each one, until she got to the bottom, just below his navel. The tent sticking up from his underwear was too appealing to stay away from for long. As she promised, she wrapped her hand around it, comforting it once more.

But she had to let go again. It was his turn to take her shirt off. As he lifted it up, somewhere in her mind she got the idea to do more than just stretch her arms up. She leaned forward as her shirt passed her tummy, pressing her front against his. As more and more of her thin fur was exposed, more and more of their nakedness touched. As her shirt pulled to her arms, she locked them around his head and pulled him in, kissing him.

His hands went all over her back, rubbing up and down. She sloughed the shirt off, tossing it loosely away, and returned the favor. They brushed each other's fur, his much thicker than hers. While she let the strands of his curly gray coat tickle the sides of her knuckles, he massaged her skin, sending shivers up her spine.

His fingers went lower and lower, until at last they cupped her bottom. His left hand brushed up around her buttocks, eliciting a giggle from her that brushed by his cheek. He groped her tail, squeezing the cotton ball.

She hooked her fingers about his tail, and pulled upward, stroking it. She gripped it in her hands, and vaguely made the motions that she had done when her hand was on his dick.

He emitted a low growl.

"Bad boy! Not yet," Brittany scolded.

Ashly felt Justin's thumb hook into the backside of her skirt. Even she whimpered; why couldn't he undress her yet? All this teasing was... 'turning her on.' And it was starting to make her feel desperate to go faster.

"Ladies always get to go first. And, Justin, it's her first time--so let her explore a little; get a good look at you."

That excited Ashly. She peeled away from him and looked down. His tented briefs twitched once. As much as she wanted to do what she saw Brittany do, the thought of looking at it made the butterflies in her stomach dance. Besides... didn't he say he didn't mind her looking, before?

As if to encourage her, he sat back on his rear, with his knees up just a little.

She reached forward, aggressively clamping her hand down on his groin, causing him to gasp.

The fire in her eyes was intense; it made him shiver. She wanted to look at him, and he wanted to be looked at.

His buttocks lifted when she snaked her hands behind him and pulled. She purposefully made it so that his rear was exposed, but the front of his briefs still hid his member.

She moved along his waistband, to the front, and lifted the elastic. Before, Brittany had pulled it away so roughly; Ashly knew that boys' privates sometimes hurt. She wanted to be gentle. She pulled down, her eyes going wide as she exposed his boyhood.

She wanted to touch it right away. Between her legs, the very sight of it made her pussy start to wet even more. Her cheeks burned, but this time not with embarrassment. She burned with anticipation, and as soon as she pulled the underwear free she threw it.

"Ah!" A girlish squeal came from the side. Alexis did not expect to get a face-full of briefs.

Her sister giggled. "You caught his undies!"

"Blegh!" She said in disgust as she pulled them off her face. But then she held them in her hands.

"What?" Lauren asked, curious to know what her sister was thinking.

"They... smell funny..." She said, and then pressed her nose against them. She sniffed, and then squinted.

"Does it smell bad?"

"No."

"Your face looked like it did."

"It really didn't... I dunno, here," she offered the underwear.

"Ew, I dun wanna--"

"I did it, so you have to do it, too."

Begrudgingly her sister took the undies. "Fine, but just once." She looked at the fabric, and then reluctantly brought it to her nose. She took a little sniff, not the big whiff like her sister had. It swirled in her nose, crackling against her sinuses. Her eyelid twitched.

"So...?" Her sister asked.

Lauren pushed her nose in, and engorged in the smell.

Warm. It felt so warm. So soft, too. It was like a hot-dog, but stiffer. She gently moved it at the base, pointing it up and then toward her. She looked at it from different angles, not wanting to miss a single detail. She also noticed his testicles.

"Are these your balls?" She asked, cupping them in her other hand.

"C--careful!" He stammered, her warm fingers gently squeezing them. "They're real sensitive."

"That's what hurts when you kick boys between the legs," Brittany explained.

Ashly let go, "I'm sorry, I won't touch them."

"N--no, it feels good just... don't squeeze too hard."

Hesitantly, the rabbit cupped them again. She giggled at how they felt, gently moving the little beans inside of the wrinkly fuzzy pouch.

"You can do more than just touch, you know," the vixen chimed.

Ashly broke her gaze to look at the girl. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you can do all kinds of things. You can get real close and kiss it, or lick it, or even suck on it. That's called a 'blow job'."

"That sounds a little gross," Justin muttered. "I mean, I--" The pup whimpered as his words were cut off. He looked down. Ashly had his dick in her grip again, but her face was inside his groin. Her lips pressed against the underside of his tip, and he felt the pressure of her kiss as she finished it.

His entire lower body flexed as he clenched, causing the most intense surge.

"Oh wow," Ashly said as she felt his penis pulse in her grip. She looked up at him, brushing the head of his penis on her cheek. "You really liked that, didn't you?"

He couldn't even respond. He might have nodded, but all he could do was try to control his breathing.

"Wonder if you'll like this?" She asked, looking right at his dick. She stuck out her tongue, and touched it to his base. She licked from the underside of his base all the way to the tip, pressing her palm on the other side to apply a little bit of pressure.

Justin let out something between a whimper and howl.

"Shhh, it's okay," Ashly cooed, "Just relax."

She gave the same treatment to the top-side of his shaft. She had to brush her tongue the opposite way, but she used her palm again like before to hold his penis still. But it was all she could do not to get kicked. The top of his dick must have been more sensitive than the bottom. In addition to that adorable yelp he gave, his legs twitched and his hips bucked. She cooed again, her heart racing and her mind feeling so naughty. She felt so ecstatic that she could make him feel such a way. But there was one last thing she wanted to do.

After getting a bit of a taste of it, she found the soft, bumpy skin to be really odd but nice against her tongue. She wasn't so against the idea of what she was about to do next, but it did frighten her a little. In the end, she just imagined it was a Popsicle, and that seemed to work.

Justin was reminded of what it felt like to be in Brittany's pussy. The warm, wet feeling. Though it wasn't quite as snug, he wasn't going to complain. He closed his eyes as he felt it, the enveloping warmth around his girth. When it settled he opened his eyes and craned his neck to look down. Ashly looked back up at him, her ears sticking up and away. She blinked, as if waiting for his response.

He rested a hand on her head, petting her scalp. She closed her eyes, vocalizing her mood with a hmmm.... Then, she sucked. His legs twitched at the pressure. She sucked again, and his pelvis gently bucked.

"Oh jeez, Ash," he huffed, as she sucked once more. He tried to control his twitching, but he couldn't help it. He lied back, his torso tired and unable to sit up from all the of the feelings coursing through him.

She sucked a few more times, and then lifted, licking and swirling her tongue about as she did. She lifted away, her tongue flicking across the top of his head. Then she kissed it, taking just a bit of it into her mouth.

When she lifted all the way off, the rest of his body went limp, lying on the carpet. His head was turned sideways, and he was breathing heavily.

Ashly giggled as she crawled atop her boyfriend. He looked at her and she leaned in, kissing his lips, and wrestling with his weary tongue.

His hands instinctively ran up her thighs, and his thumbs pressed into the crooks of her pelvis. She was angled just so that his dick was sandwiched beneath her covered pussy. He whimpered. "Can I... see you yet?"

Ashly cooed, "You poor thing." But in truth, she was just as eager to let him see her. She looked at Brittany. "He needs it," she stated, and slowly got off of him.

The vixen didn't say anything. Her finger was tracing her folds, her cheeks still flushed almost as red as her fur.

Ashly stepped backwards, her legs a little wobbly. She curled her finger, instructing him to come over.

He managed to stand up, his legs even more wobbly than hers. As he closed the three steps between them, his hands went to her bare and flat chest. Her nipples were easily spotted against her thin white fur. He could see right down to her skin. Her entire chest and down her tummy was blushing, just like her cheeks.

He met her eyes and smiled, his thumbs flicking over her pert immature buds. But she obviously wanted to speed things up. She placed her hands on his shoulders, and pushed downward. He rested on his knees again, and she let him go now that she had him where she wanted him, placing her hands at the small of her back.

They looked at one another; she gazed down expectantly, he up just a little nervously.

He was just the right height to be at her navel. She was an innie, and he moved in to see just how innie she was.

Ashly yelped when she felt his tongue. "That's my belly-button!" She exclaimed.

"I know," he snickered, and kissed her.

She pressed her palm between his ears. "C'mon, Justin. Please?" She whimpered.

He couldn't deny her plea. But he also liked her panties. He lifted her skirt up, and stared. The pink fabric was very light; lighter than the color of the inside of her ears. It fit snugly against her skin, unlike his. It was completely flat against her pubis, only breaking into contour when he looked down literally between her legs.

Now that he knew exactly where her pussy was, he could see how her undies folded around it just a little. He leaned in, his nose brushing the skin of her thighs. He took in a small whiff.

"Eep!" She gripped his ears, feeling the cold wind as he sniffed.

"You smell pretty," Justin said.

She giggled nervously. "Th--thanks," was all she could stupidly say.

His nose was replaced with a prodding finger. He pushed against her, pushing the fabric of her panties a little inside of her moist hole.

She let out a low moan, standing on her tiptoes even though she wanted and liked the feeling. It was just a reflex, to go with his motion.

"Wow... you're really wet, too."

She squeezed his ear with one hand, and hooked her hand under his muzzle with the other. "It's cuz... you really turn me on." She explained. "Please, Justin, take off my clothes," she begged, "I really want you to."

"O-okay," he replied. Without further ado, he gripped the hem of her skirt. He pulled it down, ever-so-slowly.

She watched him as he pulled the garment down, his eyes fixated on her panties. It felt so naughty. His face was right there just looking at her. But it felt so good, especially since he said she smelled pretty. When her skirt hit the floor she stepped out of it, and kicked it backwards.

Justin licked his lips. He was both nervous and excited. He kind of wondered if he should stop--save the exploration. He didn't know why, he just felt that way. But then his dick pulsed as he caught a whiff of her scent, and he knew he had to see her. He had to see what a girl really looked like; what she really looked like. Completely naked.

As his hands slipped behind to grasp her buttocks, her fingers pinched his ears. He could hear his heartbeat in them, excited more by her anticipation than his own. He reached for her cotton-tail, curious as to how girls' tails fit in their undies. His had just a hole; but then his weren't as skin-tight and made of such soft fabric. His answer was a ribbon. At the top of the base of her tail was a small lace of ribbon like that on a shoe. As he pulled the tie to unfasten the knot, her thumbs rubbed the soft skin of his inner-ear.

He leaned in, and kissed her tummy. She emitted the most adorably cute gasp, and her tummy quivered. He pulled down around her behind, the laces brushing his fingers as they finally yielded and broke around the base of her tail. Her front inched downward, but not quite as fast. He was beginning to feel a thrilling rush inside his chest. He couldn't stand it!

He bit the front of her panties and, lowering his head, guided them down in pace with his hands. As he did, he could see more and more of her privates. Her fur became so thin and sparse about her groin that her supple, rosy skin was fully exposed. There, in the underside of her body, was her vulva.

Her clitoral hood was swollen, its color slightly darker than pink. Her clit was still hidden, but so indulged in arousal that even the subdued exhale from the boy's flared nostrils made it gently throb with electricity. Her labia were quite puffy, as if they were half-pursed lips ready to kiss.

Justin let go of his bite as his hands slowly inched her panties down toward her ankles. His eyes fixated on her pussy, watching as a bead of moisture caught the light in the room. His nose was so close that he could smell her arousal. It was so pervasive and fresh, like the dewy smell of a fresh-cut lawn just as the sun rose. And the warmth he felt coming from her, like that of an early summer breeze, made his dick feel cold as ice in comparison.

Ashly watched nervously as he outright examined her. As her panties, the last thing that either of them had to discard, came close to her ankles, she lifted her left leg to let free her ankle. She rested it back down but farther outward, to spread her groin and allow his unrelenting gaze access to her most intimate treasures.

His muzzle hung ajar, and his eyes twitched every so often, but save for that he just looked. It excited her both arousing and nervously. She couldn't read his expression as he gawked at her girl-parts. Was he grossed out? Was she ugly down there? Was he so frightened by her hideous body that he'd frozen in place?

Her lungs began to tickle; she was holding her breath. But she couldn't bring herself to let it go, no matter how light-headed she began to feel.

And then the hands grasping his ears came closer to her body. Her legs began to tremble, she watched but could barely register what he was doing. Then, against her most secret of places on her ugly body, she felt something. Fear, excitement, nervousness, joy, and pleasure; all of these things shot through her body so quickly and with such force. And then the vibration of his amorous growl made her close her eyes.

Justin's lips pursed. Her pussy was so inviting, so exposed. It was drooling so much. He leaned forward innocently, and kissed, with a warm secure seal of suction, right upon her clitoris.

"Justin! O-o-oh, Justin! Ohh!-Ohh!-Ohh-Haaaaa-a-ah!!!"

Kailey's finger slowed as she heard the moans of her best friend. She watched, utterly absorbed in what she saw.

Ashly's chin went up with each moan she made, and her groin pushed forward as his head pulled back. Then she let out the prolonged noise, which sent Kailey's fur prickling with subdued excitement. The exclamations her friend made were completely foreign to her ears, but her body language suggested they were wonderful.

The rabbit's legs quivered as she was held upright by Justin's hands clasping her buttocks. Then she jutted her pelvis forward in quick, little motions. The wolf grasped the rabbit's cotton-tail and squeezed, closing his eyes and listening to her voice. With each moan and thrust of her pelvis, a bit of her nectar dribbled from her flower; it began to cover her inner thighs and even Justin's chin and throat.

Ashly's moans began to soften to whimpers, and at last to deep recuperative breaths.

"Wow," one of the twins muttered.

Justin released her button, and started to recede from her privates. He still held her legs for her support, as he could tell they were trembling quite a bit. But then he felt one of the hands gripping his numb ears let go and fall away, and the same-sided knee buckled.

Before she would have tumbled to the ground, Brittany held her by the armpits. The vixen eased the rabbit down, and as she did Justin finally took his eyes away from her pussy to look at her face.

Her eyes were half-lidded, like she was about to fall asleep. Her lips were open, buck-teeth exposed. Her tongue stuck out just a little over her bottom lip, which twitched as she panted.

"She wasn't lying." Brittany commented, standing back up and rubbing her right immature nipple. "You made her cum just by looking at her, almost."

Justin realized he had to swallow before he could talk. "What does that mean?" He asked. "Cum?"

The vixen walked over to him, giggling. "You know what it means," she squatted in front of him, her knees spread so that her skirt failed to expose the drooling pussy between her thighs. She extended a finger, and barely touched it to the top of his turgid dick. "You came when you fucked me, remember?"

He immediately associated the word with the feeling. The way it felt so good for a few moments, and his dick felt so warm and twitched over and over. "But... I wasn't even inside her."

"That's probably because she likes you a whole-whole lot," Brittany reasoned, still lightly touching him, but her eyes kept level with his. She could tell her explanation got to him; not only did his penis twitch, but he licked his lips nervously. "And you wanna know a secret?" She received a quick nod. "I've cum a lot before. But when I came with you inside me, it was the best. For us girls, it makes our whole bodies quiver--you saw how wiggly and squirmy she was, right?" Another nod. "If that's how she felt about you before you even put it inside her," she pointed his penis toward her just a little, making him briefly tense up; "imagine how she'll feel when she actually cums with your dick deep inside her."

This time his boyhood surged so hard it almost hurt. His entire abdomen clenched as the words made him want to cum right then and there--and for a moment it almost felt like he did. A warm sense of relief washed over him as he felt something had passed through his shaft. It felt like he had peed, but more intense and viscous.

When he opened his eyes, Brittany's finger had lifted, and she was staring at his erection with amazement on her face. He looked down at himself, and saw what had caught her attention.

At the very tip of his shaft was what looked like a bead of half-dried glue on the carrot-top of the bottle.

It was only enough to fit on the digit of the vixen. This he knew, because Brittany transferred it to her index finger and held it up to her eyes. She then sniffed it, and subsequently stuck the finger with the stuff on it into her mouth.

When she did so, for some reason, Justin held his breath.

"Oh wow," Brittany said, grinning. "I am so jealous... but... ohhh," her cheeks flushed as she suddenly cupped her cunny. "This is so perfect!"

The pup let go of his breath. "Wh--what is?"

"That stuff," she said; "That's your pre-cum."

He looked down at his penis, mostly out of nervousness than curiosity. "Pre-cum?"

"I've seen it before. When boys cum, they shoot their stuff. Sometimes girls let them shoot it in their mouth or on their face or chest," she said, rubbing herself as she thought of the pornography she had watched. "But when we fucked, I was hoping you'd shoot it in my pussy. I don't think you did... but maybe that's cuz you weren't turned on enough."

He watched as she continued to masturbate in front of him.

"But when you cum in Ashly, you'll shoot it in her! And you two love each other! And it's her first time! Don't you get it? It'll be so special and cute!"

He didn't quite get the cute part, but watching her masturbate and talk about it made him want to do what she was saying. He looked over at his love, who was breathing comfortably now with her eyes looking up at the ceiling.

As he watched his recovering girlfriend, his arm was patted.

"What are you waiting for, go over there and cuddle with her. Lay next to her and hug her or rub her tummy or something."

He did as told. Crawling on hands and knees, his elbows shaking, he went over to the blissed-out bunny.

As boy sidled up to girl, Ashly stirred and the numbness went away. She snuggled against him, feeling the warmth of her blushing cheeks as she rested against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat easily in her long right ear.

They rested together silently, almost forgetting they had an audience. Justin finally resulted on his back, with Ashly resting her head upon his chest.

While her cheeks felt warm her back and tail felt cold; she pressed her front against the wolf's side, and felt tingles all across her tummy and pubic mound. She pulled her chin in just a little more, looking downward.

Justin was half-hard. But she must have excited him by looking, because his boyhood twitched as it began to fully stiffen.

She reached down and gripped his member, rubbing it. "It's so warm," she commented. She felt a shiver run across his chest, and his breathing shook. She giggled, letting him go and moving off of him, lying on her back beside him. "M--my p-pussy feels really cold," she stuttered, trying her best to look him in the eye. "Th--think you c-can help?"

Ashly stuttered not from nervousness. As Justin, with a big smile on his face, moved on top of her, she recalled what Brittany had said. Something about a sharp pain, like a stitch in her side. She said she wasn't afraid... and she wasn't. But...

"Oh..." She couldn't help the moan. Justin cupped her vulva and then lifted her knees a little. She complied, letting him spread her legs. Was his heart thundering as much as hers?

He settled between her legs, and gripped his long red dick. He squeezed; another bead of pre-cum rested on his tip. It gave him a very powerful feeling as he leaned over just a little and guided his tip toward her pussy. He rubbed it; she didn't feel cold at all. There was a bit of a wet sound, as he started to pry her pussy-lips apart.

She felt the tingles as his tip began to open her up. She felt her muscles bracing; like waiting for a shot. Worse, she couldn't see but could only feel as he tried to find where to go. Then, they both felt it--his head sort of rested and aligned in the vestibule of her vaginal canal.

He pushed in, eliciting a muffled squelching noise.

She emitted a scream.

A pillow muffled her quickly. Brittany held it there for just a second before she lifted it off. "Don't move, Justin," Brittany ordered.

The wolf felt ice run down his back.

"Oh gosh," Brittany muttered. "Lexi, Lauri; go get a cold washcloth, quick!"

The twins abruptly pulled their hands out of their shorts and ran out into the hall.

Justin looked down and saw blood.

There was an awkward moment. He wanted to pull out but the vixen's order kept him half-sealed in his lover's vice. Part of him wanted to push in--it began to register just how soft and warm her insides felt.

Thankfully, the twins returned just a moment later, and Brittany took the washcloth.

"It doesn't hurt so bad," Ashly managed to say, more to Justin. The look on his face was terrified.

"Pull out, slow," Brittany told the wolf.

Justin did so, and felt the washcloth pressed around his length. As he pulled out, the blood was caught by the cloth. It felt cold, and wet, taking the heat right out of him. His penis even softened a little.

Ashly gasped at the cold.

"You clean her," Brittany said, looking at Justin.

Hesitantly the wolf pup took the cloth. He rubbed it against the bunny, effectively fingering her. She gasped at the cold wet, but after a few moments it became luke-warm.

Justin worked the cloth almost too furiously. He only relented when Ashly batted him away and told him to stop.

"You'll rub me raw," she muttered.

Somehow, that sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm sorry," he said. "I should've never done that!" He almost threw the washcloth, but Brittany had moved to gather it, and so she stopped him.

"Hey! You wanna get that stuff everywhere?" She admonished. "Besides, she's fine."

"She's bleeding!" Justin shouted frantically.

"Just a little," Ashly commented, reaching down to feel. "Not anymore," she looked at her hand. It was clean. "It's okay, Justy," she said, sitting up. "Brittany said it would kinda hurt."

Justin growled. "Well... someone coulda told me!"

Brittany stuck out her tongue. "I wanted you to find out for yourself," she said. "You gotta be gentle with a lady," she gyrated her hips. "We're very sensitive, especially..." She grabbed at her crotch and moaned.

He didn't realize he was hard until a hand gripped him. "C'mon," the bunny said, gently squeezing his cubhood, "let's try again."

"I dunno," he said genuinely. "I don't... I don't wanna hurt you, Ash."

She pursed her lips and her ears wilted a bit. Then she looked down at the throbbing meat in her grasp.

Suddenly, Justin's vision was consumed by her face. Her hands latched onto his shoulder, and she pulled him down on top of her. They huffed as he landed over her, and he quickly lifted off.

But she kept him from leaving entirely, one hand on his shoulder and the other around his girth. She maneuvered his tip back toward that hole. This time, she really was cold; the washcloth had taken all the heat out of her. So it was easy to find that special spot, not to mention that as she looked for it she lathered his head with a fresh coating of her nectar.

When the wolf felt his tip just barely prod her entrance, she let go. She smiled at him, encouraging him with a little twinkle her eye. But he still hesitated; he was still scared of making her scream or feel any kind of pain.

After a moment of silence, she lifted up a little, and licked his lips. His mouth parted, and so her tongue found its way in. Whatever limpness his dick had was made turgid when her tongue stroked over his, and she moaned into his mouth.

Unable to resist, he pushed in.

They both moaned into each other's throats; their heated breath filling the other's lungs as he filled her nethers. The way he stretched her cunny made her legs twitch; and the way her cunny gripped and squished about him made his penis twitch.

The slow, wet sound of his burrowing hit every ear in the room. It stopped when, only three-quarters in, her tunnel had become too tight.

They released their kiss, panting.

"How is it?" Brittany asked.

"Sooo big..." Ashly groaned, reaching a hand down.

Justin felt her fingers split about their junction, she rubbed about, as if exploring the very notion that his throbbing shaft was buried in her.

The vixen asked softly; "How's it feel, Justin?"

The wolf couldn't really speak. His mind was... well, in other places. The slippery feeling of her soft walls gently caressing him with every breath couldn't be focused into words; just a stupid, tongue-lolling stare.

"Hey," came a whisper in his ear. "Little tip, big boy: move you dick back and forth inside her. Feels really good."

Heeding the vixens words, he began to pull out.

Then, suddenly, Ashly whimpered and latched her hands about his rear. "No!" She whimpered, pulling him, "Don't leave!"

Her actions indeed had the opposite effect. Instead of pulling away, he went deeper, much deeper. He was nearly hilted.

"Ah! You're so big," she cooed, "I need to get used to it. Can't you feel how tight it is?"

He grunted, his penis twitching. Tight was an understatement; it was like trying to fit his foot into a sock two sizes too small.

She whimpered and panted beneath him. He could almost feel her getting used to him, like the walls about his length were working to accommodate him. He would twitch every now and again, and each time she let out a tiny eep!, which almost made him twitch again.

Finally, she relaxed and let his buttocks go. "Okay," she said. "I'm... I'm ready."

He wasted no time. As his member receded from her, the wet and slippery sound that came from their junction was even better felt. Somehow the way the slippery liquid squelched about inside her made both of them groan.

Justin moved slowly. Either because in the back of his head Brittany's words were remembered, or because it felt so damn good.

He pushed back in and pulled back out, their lovemaking wet and tingly. Ashly began to moan, and he began to grunt as he picked up a little speed.

The bunny reached down once again, her fingers touching her stretched labia. She absently felt the way her vulva split around his spear. She pulled them just a little wider, causing their squishes and squelches to get louder. She could match the head of his prick pushing in and out of her both inside her cunny and through her palm atop her belly. All she could feel was that the skin and muscle of her tummy got a little taught, but it made her quiver.

He felt her squeeze her thighs, flexing them. It met his intrusion with resistance. He slowly pushed against that resistance, causing a long moan to escape her, escalating in a crescendo:

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-nnnh! Justin..."

The way she called his name.

"Ohhhh Justin!"

She clenched her muscles more strongly as she called his name, just as he was buried deep in her. It even caused him to whimper, the tight space of her nethers practically sucking him in.

She relaxed again, and he began to work faster. He went deeper, rutting her by pushing in and not pulling out as far.

She felt the pointed tip of his head prodding the underside of her tummy in a place she had no idea existed. It made her whimper and twitch. She clutched her ears in her hands as her tummy started convulsing. It wouldn't be long before she came again.

"Hey, Ashly."

It was Brittany's voice. The rabbit huffed, one eye opening to acknowledge the vixen.

"Look at Justin's face."

She did. It was scrunched up and contorted in a weird way. Like he was angry, but she could tell he was feeling just as good as she was.

"He looks like he's about to cum soon. And when he does, he'll shoot this stuff out. His cum. He'll shoot it all inside you--for the first time. Tell him how much you love him; tell him you want his cum."

"Oh Justin," she huffed, "Please, cum in me. Shoot your cum deep inside, please."

Justin felt an ache at the base of his shaft as she spoke those words. He was buried so deeply he didn't notice how hard it was to actually get his base in. He had never actually fully hilted in her, and he could feel the base of his shaft swelling and aching something fierce. He slowed, curiously, but that caused an almost angry whimper from whom he was inches deep in.

"No! Don't stop! Cum!"

She lifted up and pulled him again, encouraging him to hump her senseless. His brain worked on autopilot, entirely forgetting about the knot that was forming.

"Deeper, deeper," she begged, missing how his tip felt as it scratched a place she could not fathom getting to any other way. She pulled him as he humped, forcing him. She could feel some kind of resistance, but she was determined to get him all the way in.

"C'mon Justiiiiin, I love you! Put it all the way inside--I--I love you Justin!"

His brain felt dizzy as his dick felt the convulsions. She was cumming! She let out these cute little whimpers, and she started writing all about underneath him. He felt it before with Brittany, but somehow with Ashly, it was so much better.

He growled, and gave her what she wanted.

Ashly yelped and then moaned as his knot split her vulva. "Oh Justin! I'm cumming again!" She practically shouted.

That sent the wolf pup further over the edge; his penis began to twitch as a wash of white flashes rained over his eyes. His brain went numb and his ears rang. All he could feel was the twitch of his penis inside of that tight, warm passage.

Then another.

Then another.

Then it happened.

"Oh... I can feel it. I can feel your cum!" Ashly rubbed her tummy as she felt the warmth spread just below her belly-button, deep inside her vagina. She had no clue, but Justin was spurting his seed right into her premature womb, the tip of his penis just barely prodding her cervix.

She let out a series of noises, "Hmm... hmm... hmm..." that lowered in pitch as if to signify when she came down from her high. She felt him crash upon her, and she giggled, still feeling the liquid warmth radiating from the tip of his dick.

They rolled over, and as they did their privates made the most lewd and wet noises. She giggled, reaching down to feel the juncture again.

She gasped.

"Wha... what is that?" She questioned, feeling how her vulva was practically getting ripped apart. She was amazed how she didn't feel that much pain. But as she touched her labia, she realized it was because they were numb.

"Nnngh," Justin opened his eyes, and saw the worried look on Ashly's face. He started to grunt, but she shushed him and smiled.

"I love you," she said, kissing him on the lips.

In their calm, subtle wet squishing noises could be heard throughout the room. A moan escaped, coming form the two kittens against the wall. Then another, from the ottoman. Suddenly, a loud moan escaped Brittany as she found her orgasm, and the other three attendees watched in wonder and amazement.

"Oh wow, what a show." Brittany huffed, her fingers resting in her slick, warm pussy. "I'm gonna sleep well tonight."

She got up on wobbly legs. "Okay you two, fun's over; we better clean up."

"Shh... Brit." She looked at Justin, stroking his head which rested on her undeveloped chest. "You're a tired little puppy aren't you?" She cooed. "Nnngh," she shifted. "He's still hard in me."

"Well," Brittany huffed. "Look, we have to clean up, so he's just gonna have to deal." She went around to where they were joined, and tried to pull the pup out.

"Ouch!" Ashly hissed. "Brittany stop, that hurts!"

"What?" The vixen questioned. "He's... he's stuck!"

"Oh great!" The exclamation came from the skunkette at the ottoman. "Perfect. See? I knew this was a bad idea."

"Yeah right," the vixen scoffed. "You were enjoying their little fuck just as much as anyone."

"Guys... Nnnngh!"

"N-n--no fight-eeeeee!"

The twins raised their legs, their hands in their shorts. Their outer feet rapped against the carpet a few times, as they experienced a mini-orgasm, leaning against each other and panting exasperatedly.

Kailey felt her cheeks burn. She looked down at her own hand, slick with her own juices.

"Guys... I think..." Everyone looked down at the trapped couple. "I think... if we just wait a little bit... it'll get... soft."

"Shh, just relax sweetie," Ashly cooed. She shifted, feeling a bit of pain in her groin. "He's still... cumming," she commented, feeling another twitch and spurt of his semen in her belly. It wasn't quite as febrile and hot as it was when they were in their passion, but it was nonetheless warm and pleasant to her cervix.

Kailey paced back and forth and occasionally sat, while Brittany brought washcloths for all of them to use to clean their privates. The twins noticed how everyone's underwear looked stained like when it rained on their shirts.

Ashly took a washcloth and rubbed at where the wolf pup's thick bulb split her. It was a bit sore, but over the course of several minutes she managed to ease him a little bit. She could feel his tip ever slow subtly soften inside of her depths, which almost turned her on again.

But she tried to suppress her horniness as he softened in her, the young maturing pup entirely pooped from the ordeal. She found it cute how tuckered out he'd gotten, like he'd literally given her his all.

It was flattering.

Finally, his promise came through. He softened enough that there was an audible plup, as his knot came loose from her tight pussy. She whimpered at the feeling, as it sent a little pain and a lot of pleasure all up her tunnel.

She panted as she felt the cum inside shift and begin to trickle out. The twins were there, looking on. They whispered and pointed as some of his cum began to trickle out of her gaping vulva.

Brittany went to catch it before it went on the carpet. She collected enough to cover most of her palm, before bringing it to her muzzle. She whiffed its scent, the odor a mix of his potent spunk and her delicate perfume.

To everyone's surprise, and mild disgust, she ate it.

"Hmm," she licked the roof of her mouth. "A little... salty... but..." she licked her hand again. "I think I could get used to that."

The wolf pup watched as the twin kittens crawled over to Ashly's exposed sex. They looked curiously at the leaking cum, whispering about how strange it looked. Ashly seemed embarrassed, but did nothing to stop the kittens from gawking.

Abruptly, Lauren reached out and gathered a sizable dollop of cum on her finger. She sniffed it, and then made to lick it but stopped.

"You eat it," she ordered her sister.

They half expected them to get into a bicker-fest, but instead the black feline wrapped her lips about the white feline's finger. She suckled, and pulled her lips wetly off the finger, the suction audible as it popped from her lips.

"Tastes like... salty yogurt," she commented. Then, she scooped up some on her finger.

Reluctantly, her sister did the same. "Wow... I like it!" She said, and then suddenly bent over Ashly. She began licking at Ashly's groin.

The rabbit squealed at the feline's rough tongue, but did nothing to stop it.

Kailey felt her cheeks burn. Then, she felt a hand at her waist. She looked over her shoulder, seeing Brittany. The hand at her waist undid the button on her shorts. It slipped in, beneath her panties.

The skunkette held her breath, and then it escaped in wavering exhales as her clitoris was tickled. She couldn't help the way her body wanted it, and finally she let out a moan as her orgasm took her.

As everyone came down from their highs, and the twins finished cleaning the cum out of Ashly's abused sex, they all cleaned up and got dressed.

"It's getting late..." Ashly spoke reluctantly. "It's almost twilight."

"...Guys," Kailey spoke up. "Um... We can't... We can't tell our parents what we just did."

"Why not?" Lauren questioned.

"Will we get in trouble?" Alexis followed.

"Probably," Brittany said, matter-of-factly. "We all have to promise that we won't tell our parents. We all took part today, just like we all played Truth or Dare. Agreed?"

"Agreed." Ashly spoke up right away.

"Okay," Alexis nodded.

"We promise not to tell..." Her sister said.

"But... will we get to do this again?"

"Yeah! Tomorrow?"

Brittany chuckled, and Kailey sighed.

"We'll see," Justin muttered, looking at his new girlfriend.

"We''ll see." Ashly responded with a sly grin.