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Justin didn't have to rely on the little rocks to keep him distracted on the walk home. He waited at the foot of the stairs inside The Colonel's home, dreading the ordeal he was about to undergo. After several moments, he slowly made his way up.

He hurt down to the bone. He was exhausted, smelled awful, and could barely keep his eyes open. Each time he surmounted a step, he had to take a second to rest before lifting his heavy foot up to the next.

The workout they had done at the end of gym was nearly torture. All because a few boys were being dick-heads. Today, he learned what lactic acid was. But like one of those teachers that doesn't know when to shut up, the lesson was still going for him.

Finally, he made it to the top of the stairs. Just as he was about to make his way to the door, to see what wonderful display lay beyond for him, it opened prematurely.

The girl in which he had come to like, and had liked to cum in, was revealed as the door opened into the brightly-lit room.

She was wearing a snug-fitting shirt. It was primarily black, but on the front were three panels depicting characters from one of the cartoons they liked to watch. The three slanted rectangles were in the colors of the characters: baby-blue, hot-pink, and neon-mint-green. Their outlines were in black, allowing the basic shapes broken into the colors to depict the features. About her waist, an equally snug and small pair of shorts, tie-dyed with the three colors on her shirt, made her modest. Her white tummy peeked through a small space where the small shirt did not quite meet with the seamless waistline of her shorts.

"You look hot," she said, after watching him blink for a few seconds.

"I feel hot, sweaty, and gross," he said with exhaustion, taking her hand as she reached out with hers. "Had to do burn-out drills cuz--"

"I meant the other kind of hot," she said with a smile. "Appreciate the hand-hold," she shook as if they were greeting for the first time, "but you want me to take your backpack?"

"Oh..." He at least wanted the heavy thing off his back. He slid it from one shoulder, and tried to hold it up while sliding it from the other, but it wound up just tumbling to the ground at her feet.

She chuckled, leaning down to pick it up. "C'mon in," she beckoned sweetly, huffing as she carried his heavy backpack to set it down beside the door. "Oof!" She dropped it, stumbling backwards a bit from the change it weight. "No wonder you're still tired. That thing's a thousand pounds!"

"Homework," he grumbled, making his way toward the sectional. As he wandered to the couch, he noticed something, but it wasn't until he crash-landed and she knelt beside him that he asked: "Wher're the others?"

"Kailey's running errands with her mom; they're going to the grocery store and the hardware store. The Ls are at dance practice, as usual. They should trickle in sometime soon. Brittany's with her cousin, thank goodness--cuz that just leaves you and me." She leaned in to kiss him.

"Sorry I'm so tired," he apologized.

"It's okay. I kinda figure we should probably give you a chance to rest once you get here, if you want it."

"It's not that I want it..." He tried to chuckle, but it was a bit pathetic.

She straightened up. "Your shirt's kinda damp. Why don't I help you get comfy and lie down with you?" She swayed her shoulders a little seductively.

"Sure," he agreed, trying to lift his hand to touch her cheek. But, his muscles were so exhausted from all the push-ups he had done, that he had to really struggle to lift--and nearly wound up clocking her instead.

"You just lie there let me do the moving," she insisted, standing up and setting his arm back down at his side.

"Sorry, again," he grumbled.

"S'okay," she replied, and made her way to stand up by his head, her mound pressing against the side of the couch, against the back of the headrest. She reached over, her tummy brushing over his nose, and took his arms. Lifting them, she guided him to hold them up above his head, and situated them to lean against her hips. She reached back, taking on of his hands, and placed his palm upon her buttock. "Don't let me fall over," she teased.

Somewhere in him, as any young boy might, he found the strength to squeeze. Her rump wasn't pronounced in the slightest, but it was a nice thing to hold while she bared his stomach. After she wriggled his shirt mostly off, he felt a ton better. Shedding it off, his fur and skin could breathe, and it turned out he wasn't actually as sweaty underneath as he thought he was. It had all gotten absorbed by the cotton.

He wasn't too disappointed when his hand slipped away from her rear. Not only was having his arms up like that starting to make him a bit sore, but he knew where she would be going next.

She dropped the shirt on the ground, and went back to his waist. She straddled his calves, resting her hands upon his thighs, and gazed at him with a smile. She straightened up for a brief moment, crossing her arms in front of her and digging her fingers into the lip of her own shirt. She pulled up, deftly pulling the garment off. It clung to her stiff ears, and she flicked her head in a quick circle to fling it off.

He ogled her nude torso as she held her hands behind her back and cocked her head to the side. Her nipples were hidden at first, but over the few moments his eyes roved over the details of her chest and tummy, they began to stiffen into little pert beads.

There was a slight rustle as she began to move. She brought her right hand to her navel, resting her palm upon her tummy. Looking at his face as her fingertips inched downward to the waist of her snug shorts, she let out a sigh as her index finger slipped in.

He watched as the waistline of the shorts, caught in the webbing between her index finger and the other fingers that still hung outside, began to dip.

"I really like taking off our clothes."

He swallowed dryly as he watched her fingertip as a lump in the tightly-fitting fabric. It tickled about, and she let out a few gasps and squeaks.

"I dunno what makes my cutie tingle more," she cooed, slipping her hand free and leaning forward, her finger nearing to his lips. "Undressing you, or having you watch me undress."

He obliged her finger, letting it slip into his mouth. He ran his tongue over it, sucking gently a few times. When she slid it out, it let out a slight pop from his lips.

She giggled, and sat up again. She gripped the waistband of his gym shorts and briefs, and began pulling them down. She shimmied back on her knees to walk the garments down his legs.

He aided as best as he could, lifting up to get it free of his waist and tail, and bending his knees so she could get her hands underneath his legs. But he couldn't hold any position for more than a few seconds, so there was a bit of tugging at different spots, until she finally got them down past his knees.

Sliding his clothes off, she flung them where-she-didn't-care, and leaned forward, her chin resting on his thighs. With her fingers she coaxed him to roll his thighs apart a bit, and she inched forward toward his sac, giving each orb a separate kiss. "Rest up, little boys," she cooed, prodding them with her nose. "I don't want you running out of cum on me."

He chuckled. "Silly, that's not where it comes from."

She lifted her head quizzically. "Oh really? Then where does your cum come from?"

He sighed. "I'll explain later, 'kay?"

She smiled. "'Kay." She looked back down, focusing on his crotch once again. She moved her hands up to rest on his pelvis, and used her thumbs to coax his sheathe open. Glancing up to make sure he was watching her, she dipped her nose into the recessed pouch, wantonly and loudly inhaling through her nostrils.

His thighs and tummy tensed at the rush of air that got sucked out of his sheath. He shivered, too, and looked away when she drew up for air. But his whole body tingled when she let out a yearning moan.

After recovering from the impulsive act, she rested her cheek upon his sheath and nuzzled it.

"D--didn't it smell sweaty?" He questioned, a little self-conscious.

"Mm-hmm," she said dreamily, lifting up her head. "Your cock always smells kinda sweaty'n'musky." She sat up again. "I'm not wearing any undies," she told him, and pulled down the waistline of her shorts to show off her mound and left hip, where the band of her panties would have been. "These jammy bottoms are so tight on me, they might as well be my undies." She tugged at the other side, revealing more of her groin. "My cutie's starting to get wet, so I better take 'em off or else they'll get a little messy. Is that okay?" She questioned.

"S--sure," he said, blushing.

"I thought so." She smiled, shimmying her shorts further down her thighs. "I know you wanted to see me in more of my jammies, but I guess these didn't stay on me for very long, huh?"

He chuckled nervously.

"What's the matter?" She teased, turning to just barely sit on his belly so she could tug the garments down her legs. "Is it cuz we're alone?" She slipped them off her feet, tossing them aside. She swung one of her legs up and wedged her foot between his side and the couch.

If a brief glance at someone's privates was a flash, then what she granted him was a shine.

"It's just you and me," she said, bracing her posture with one hand while the other rested on her mound. "I don't mind if you wanna look at my cutie for a while... Was kinda hoping I could look at your dick for a bit, too." She reached down with her fingers, gently spreading her labia apart a bit. "Like what I have?"

He nodded, "'Course I do."

"What do you like more: staring, or fucking?"

He swallowed, feeling his loins stir as she gently rubbed her fingers in little circles now and again, coaxing dribbles of her nectar to trickle from her lower lips. "I... dunno," he admitted.

She sighed. "I figured." She briefly used the thumb of her bracing-hand to touch his testicles. "Me neither," she also admitted.

His eyes went from hers, to her mound, alternating every moment or so. Each time he gazed up, her expression went deeper into pleasure; her lips parting more as her jaw went slack and her cheeks blushing redder. Each time his pupils dipped down to bashfully admire her flower, her fingers were more amorously rubbing the downy-furred labia together, and inching up to squeeze her clitoris.

"Hmm!" She uttered, squeezing the nub of pleasure for a full three seconds, when she knew he was captivated by her girlhood. Slowly gathering her breath, she traced her finger along her warm folds. "Wh--wanna see what I do when... when my cutie's like this and your cock's not there for me to sq--squeeze?"

He blinked several times, hearing her but not listening. Some sane part of him kicked his brain in gear after a second longer and he nodded. "Uh-huh," he replied dumbly.

She giggled. "Okay... don't blink," she said with a wink. Getting more situated, she leaned back more on her supporting arm, which started to tremble. As she was putting the finishing touches on her posture, his outer knee managed to lift up and lean inward, to help support her. She thanked him, but maybe on his part it was a necessary sacrifice to make sure he got the best view.

Inclined and very much exposed, her free hand went back to her privates. She teased them, similar to before, but more spreading her folds than pinching. Her nectar trickled forth, making the bottom of her opening damp and slippery.

He heeded her advice and blinked only when his eyes felt far too dry. He also had to catch himself from flitting up to her face--he still had pangs of guilt, like he was still unsure if he had permission to watch her do something so obviously intimate and private.

She had no such qualms. Watching him watch her was the naughtiest thrill, made even better by their privacy. No kittens running around naked and waiting to pounce him. No skunkette to gush her musk everywhere. And, most of all, no vixen to catch his eye and threaten his focus where she wanted it to be.

She felt him shiver beneath her as she slipped her middle finger into her folds, complimenting it with a timid squeak. Her cheeks burned as she fingered herself under his gaze. The embarrassment and bashfulness she felt were like fuel to the fire, her pleasure roaring far faster than she intended it to go.

"First... I... get myself... warmed up..." She said, pausing to pant as her finger began to take up speed. "It's not... anything like... you're dick... but... oooh!"

He felt his maleness rise to full as she lifted up just an inch. He marveled at her knuckle quickly twitching up and down while she made a com-hither gesture inside her girlhood. His ears twitched at the soft, rapid squelches that came from her.

Calming down from stimulating the ceiling of her tunnel, she aggressively freed her finger by uncurling it, rather than pulling it directly out. She emitted a small noise at the feeling, but managed her goal of getting a bit of feminine perfume on her lover's tummy.

"And that's... just the warm-up..." She huffed. "After I... catch my breath..." She did not wait as long as she normally would; her body demanded attention and she did not want to lose her audience's interest. She showed him her hand, with her middle and ring fingers braced together, while her index and pinkie were splayed out. "Round two," she commented, resting her hand on her mound.

His jaw fell slack as he watched the two fingers squeeze their way into her body. His penis twitched with the noises she made as she struggled to get them in. He was reminded of the previous night, as he witnessed his girth spreading and entering the kitten. He was amazed that he could manage getting inside of her, especially considering his lover before him took some effort just to get her own two fingers in.

But at last, the webbing of the rabbit's fingers stretched against her labia. Gasping, she took a moment to finally get a grip on herself. "Still not... as big is your... d--dick," she reassured him. "Doesn't even... go... halfway." It was a small lie--she didn't actually know how far it was. But she felt less guilty about stimulating herself with something besides his warm flesh, if she could justify it wasn't as effective.

His heart raced and his face became awash with tingles as he watched her pump her fingers in and out. The squelches were louder, more pronounced. Her body bucked and shivered on top of him. Her knees trembled, as if she fought the urge to bring them together.

She moaned. Moaned his name while she shoved her fingers down to the base and rubbed her silky, slippery flesh. A tingling ran up her spine, and she closed her eyes as she imagined his cock was the thing bringing her pleasure--such a tease, as it was right behind her. She could even feel the heat of it, she thought.

Her eyes flung open when she felt hands upon her inner-thighs. He held her spread, and she found the gesture so thrilling she reflexively squealed with delight at the thought. But something gripped her endorphine-drugged mind.

She wanted to involve her lover, but in a way that teased them both.

He blinked with surprise at the sucking sound her fingers made as she pulled them out, and felt the powerful spasm in her thighs when her fingertips pulled free. Then, abruptly, her feminine-soaked hand was on his chest, and her saturated mound rolled forward.

She let out a low moan as her vulva met his fur. It tickled her in the most wonderful way. Her labia, still a bit splayed from abuse, allowed the flesh of her vestibule to touch him. And very quickly his fur became damp, her nectar beginning to dribble onto his tummy.

She leveled her face with his, gazing into his eyes. A part of her screamed not to say the words she did, but the nymphomaniac in her was too fast: "I'm gonna cum on you, okay?"

"Please," he said.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She even felt him buck up, urging her. Holding his gaze, breathing heavily at him as he breathed just as heavily back, she began to grind her mound against his tummy.

With her muzzle right near his, he could feel the bursts of air that accompanied her moans, and sought to make the pitch of her voice higher. Sore as he was, he wanted to make his lover feel warm and wet where he wanted his aching erection to be.

He wanted to feel what Lauren had felt last night, but wished he wouldn't have to wash it off. His tummy quivered as her hot sex rubbed up and down his navel and pelvis in short, dragging strokes. He wanted to believe that his fur tickled her clitoris, which is why on every forward stroke she let out a squeak or a shuddering moan. He focused on fighting against that motion, trying to heighten her pleasure that much more.

Her vision started to become dappled with lights. Her body was going numb with stimulation. Her inner walls began to quiver and seize with that tell-tale rumble of her oncoming orgasm. She tilted her head, and drew her muzzle toward his. Locked in a kiss, she closed her eyes and tripled her efforts, her body nearly convulsing upon him.

He gripped her thighs, and pulled her down, getting her nethers right where he wanted. With the bottom of her vulva brushing against the root of his tree, and her clitoris grinding into his downy-furred pelvis, he felt the sudden burst of warmth.

He moaned with her, their throats vibrating in sexual chorus as she released her pent up tension all over his groin. The added pleasantry for him, was that the tip of his puphood, so warm and yearning for that same release, brushed up to her cotton-ball tail just enough to tickle.

Gasping, she broke the kiss and laid upon him, her body twitching with aftershocks. After a moment, she regained her breath and lifted up to look into his eyes. "Just having you around made it feel hundreds bett--aaannnngh!"

He grasped onto her as she lifted up more, moaning toward the ceiling with a look of pain on her face. He held her firmly as her whole body began to tense up, and all at once she went limp. Heart thundering, he questioned what that was with urgency, even as she was brought to heavy gasping once again.

"It..." She panted, her arms quivering as she held herself up to keep from outright laying on him. "After I cum like that... I dunno, it's like my whole cutie squeezes tight, like it thinks your cock is there... But then it's not, and it squeezes harder, like it's upset.' A tear beaded in her eye.

"Does that happen every time?" He questioned, worried.

"This time... up until now it's only happened when I was alone, in bed..."

"Well, this time, you're not alone..." He said, his voice trailing.

She stared for a second, her mind finally catching onto his words. "But... you're tired," she pointed out.

"I'm not that tired," he chuckled. "Besides... My dick wants your cutie just as bad," he said. "Let's let 'em snuggle." He sent a twitch through his stiffness, grazing her rear and tickling her tail.

She twitched in surprise, the tear in her eye dislodging and falling down her cheek, where it was caught by a peck of his lips. Biting her own lip, she sat up, and lifted her rump. Silently, she reached back and held his boyhood, taking a brief opportunity to tenderly stroke and squeeze him. It certainly wasn't tired.

Lifting up on her knees, she lined him up with her girlhood. She loved the way his tip rested against her damp folds, so perfectly shaped to spread them apart just by its presence. Confident that they were lined up, just connected by a few centimeters, she retracted her hand. Placing both hands at the small of her back, and using only his eager erection as her support, she began to lower.

"Oh, baby," he groaned out, feeling her warmth slide over him. She twisted slightly as she lowered, the motion more than welcome and pleasing to his senses. He delighted at the expression of relief on her face and the color that came to her cheeks as his tip buried deeper, until it finally bumped the firm suction-cup of flesh at the back of her channel.

With a brief intake of air, she leaned forward and used his chest as support for her palms. Then, adjusting herself slowly, she made to lie down upon him. When his arms wrapped about her waist, and one hand cupped her cotton-ball tail, she shivered in delight.

"There," he said, his other hand stroking her back. "Is your cutie happy, now?"

She groaned in response, her abdomen tensing as her tunnel could finally squeeze with satisfaction. "Is... is your dick happy?" She asked in response.

"Can't you tell? Just feel how stiff it is." He sent a pulse to it, making her whole body twitch in response.

"Can we be like this? At least for a little bit... I know you're probly really wanting to cum, but--"

He kissed her, silencing her worries. "Any time, as long as your cutie wants," he promised, sending another surge to seal his words. He felt strong and manly when she rested her cheek upon his chest, and closed her eyes with a quivering breath.

* * *

"Holy cow! Can you believe how long we had to hold that pose for?"

"I know! My legs are burning."

"I just wanna get nakie, lie back, and spread out to relax."

"Sh! Girls!" Came a sharp hush.

Justin grumbled. He was acutely aware of the heavy weight all over his body. That awareness brought back a memory that felt like it happened days ago. That memory brought about another acute awareness.

The mass on him stirred shortly after, Ashly rousing from the little nap. As she adjusted to relieve the pins and needles in her right leg, a tickle of pleasure tingled up her tummy.

"Sorry guys," Kailey apologized.

"Oops!"

"Sorry, we didn't know you guys were already fucking."

Blushing, the couple began disentangling.

"W--we weren't..."

"Um..."

There was a moment of silence in the room, as the twins, Kailey, and the couple caught in their intimate embrace, exchanged glances, before they burst into chuckles and embarrassed giggles.

"They were sleeping." Kailey clarified. "At least when I got here." She added, with a wink.

"What-ever," Alexis said like a valley-girl, peeling off her dancing shorts and tee, revealing her petite, purple panties. "If I see a dick in a cutie, that's fuckin' to me."

"You got such a dirty mouth, Lexi," her sister admonished, stripping off her shirt and pants to reveal her baby-blue leotard. She sat down and sprawled out, huffing.

"You're the one with the dirty mouth, all wrapped around Justy's cock an' suckin' him." She shot back, shimmying out of her undies and taking her own sprawled spot upon the floor.

The white kitten groaned.

The skunkette slithered off the couch, crawling on hands and knees to sit between the kittens at their waists. "You both better watch it," she teased, cupping both of their mounds. "I'm sure both of them don't want your dirty mouths interrupting their lovey-time." She teased the folds, slipping her fingertips into the bare kitten's and prodding the soft fabric of the kitten's still modest.

Both mewed.

"How long were we asleep?" Justin asked, stroking his girlfriend's back as she reluctantly started dismounting him.

"At least since I got here an hour ago," the skunkette replied, licking the moisture that had gotten onto her fingers.

"Where's..." Ashly started to question, but the remembered. "Oh, that's right. She's with her cousin."

"Thank goodness, huh?" Kailey said.

The rabbit doe looked to her friend. "What do you mean?"

The skunkette stood up, smoothing out the legs of her boxer-briefs that she began to wear around them. "C'mon, Ash. I know it erks you when she's around."

The bunny's lips fell ajar, and she slid off of her lover. "Kay-Kay," she said, her inflection worried and hurt. "That's kind of a mean thing to say..."

The skunkette looked down. "Sorry... I didn't mean it that way."

"What about you?" Ashly questioned, nearing her friend, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Do you miss her, already?"

Kailey blushed. "Mh..." She closed her lips, caught in an embarrassing trap. It was a bit frustrating, and still a bit confusing. "Mh!" She uttered again, when her friend's lips suddenly latched onto hers. Her eyes shot open, the waistband at the front of her boxer-briefs stretching away from her tummy as her friend's hand slithered inside. Her eyes closed and she exhaled through her nose, the touch to her slit making her knees tremble.

Ashly broke the kiss, tugging against the elastic. "Lie down on your back," she instructed, "and take these off."

The skunkette almost tumbled onto the floor, lying back and pushing down on the elastic. Another pair of hands came to her aide, so she could lie back again. When the boxer-briefs slipped off her feet, she spread her knees.

Ashly gave her almost no time to wait. She dropped to her hands and knees, and placed her palm upon her friend's cream-accented inner-thighs, keeping the skunkette in the exposed position.

Kailey gasped, clasping her face as her friend's warm tongue began immediately working about her mound. The tender licks that assaulted her girlhood sent spasms all up and down her tummy, and even her pelvis began to jerk a little as if to escape the stimulation of the tongue to her delicate flesh.

And then, from the corner of her eye, a gray blob approached. She blinked, and suddenly, the grayness was in both her eyes, and between her fingers she saw the red, throbbing puphood looming above her. She lowered her hands, and the throbbing meat lowered to her muzzle. She opened her lips, and took the warm flesh into her mouth.

His hand rested on her scalp, and he coaxed her to lay it flat upon the ground. With his knees at her temples, she gazed up at him, matching his eyes as her lips suckled gently and her tongue explored the welcome intruder. A blush cherried her face.

Though she could not see, she heard a stirring; a rustle and the sound of snug elastic snapping and tugging. A relieved sigh followed, and the sound of fabric being tossed and landing. Then, hands. Hands with small fingers began roaming her body, inadvertently tickling her and making her giggle upon the cock in her lips; until the tongue at her loins invaded her depths, and the giggles were transformed into a delighted moan.

Then came the little lips and tongues, that began kissing and licking her tummy and chest. They started near her navel, and worked their way up until they got to her immature bosom. In sync, both of her nipples were licked, and then taken into suckling.

She closed her eyes. Every erogenous spot on her body stimulated. She felt like she was rolling down a hill, tumbling and stumbling around in pleasure, about to crash and burn in ecstasy.

"Fuck! I'm sorry, I don't wanna cum yet." The wolf pup grunted, holding her cheeks and receding. She whimpered, missing the warmth of what made him a boy, but quickly her whimpers grew to moans. She stared at the throbbing, twitching erection that was coated with her spit, and as it twitched above her, a bead of white pre welled up at the tip. With another twitch, it landed on her cheek.

She crashed, her pelvis and chest thrusting up as she orgasmed.

The kittens held fast, like babes terrified of weaning.

The bunny gasped, receding as the skunkette's cunny spritzed its feminine perfume upon her chin, neck, and clavicle. And yet she dove in once again, to kiss and nuzzle the damp mound and ease its quivering gently.

When her friend calmed down, she receded once more, her face drenched and smelling musky. Her boyfriend slipped off of the spent skunkette, his hard pecker bobbing a little as he did so. "Why didn't you want to cum in her mouth?" She questioned.

"Cuz," he said, gripping himself. "I... just wanted to cum in a cutie..." He blushed. "After being inside you for so long..."

She giggled. "I get it. Well, why not cum in Kailey?"

He swallowed. "You sure?"

"On yeah. She's all warmed up and everything." She scooted up to her lover.

Kailey's ears twitched as she heard whispering, but couldn't concentrate to make it out. Between the afterglow and the twins still nursing her undeveloped body, she was trapped in a state of arousal.

"You... sure?"

"Sh... Just... She's our best friend. Just this once."

"If... you're sure." He insisted.

Kailey tried to make sense of their exchange, but even when she turned her head to look at them the sparkles in her vision were far too distracting. And yet, the sudden jarring of her head seemed to break her from her reverie.

"Just relax, Kay-Kay. Justin's gonna fuck you, alright?"

"Okay," she found her voice to say. The rabbit's knees rested under her neck, her head inclined so she could see down her own body without straining.

"I'm really close," he admitted, lining his tip up to her entrance. "I think this'll be quick."

Between the two kittens, she saw the wolf-pup's cock poised between her thighs. Then, he leaned forward, and she felt the warmth in her slippery chamber. Her post-orgasmic sex was more than slick enough to handle taking his entire length in the first thrust, despite her relative tightness.

The feeling was dull at first, but as he began to scrape the insides of her walls, where the pleasure had not concentrated before, it began to swell in her tummy again. His pace hastened quickly, and this time she was acutely aware that he had a lot more stamina than she did. Where before, she had been on top and had taken several breaks, now he was in control and he was like an engine.

The posture of her neck made moaning difficult, but she did manage to vocalize some. Her cheek was cupped and stroked, the rabbit whose lap in which her head was nestled cooing.

"Hope you're ready, Kay," Ashly said.

"Ready for mh?" She tried to ask, but her muzzle was covered by the rabbit's hand.

Then, her eyes went wide. Her blurry vision focused, and she saw the swelling knot at the base of the pup's masculinity. She felt it, too; pounding against her muff like a hammer striking a nail. And then, she took in a breath; in her loins, she felt him recede and pause. She knew what was coming by instinct before reason, and her body braced.

Her eyes crossed as the bulb popped into her. The stretched feeling having his cock in her was quadrupled near her entrance. His tip pressed against her back wall, wiggling and tickling her cervix in a way that was surprisingly pleasant.

She felt the tugs as he pulled away a bit and pushed back in. The tension at her loins made her wince with a little bit of pain, and a lot a bit of pleasure. Tears welled in her eyes, and then suddenly she let out a muffled scream.

It was not because of a climax, or because of pain. When her eyes focused, she saw a look of astonishment on his face. The space his penis had once occupied was left vacant, save for the little bit of an inch that was still in her.

"What happened?" Ashly questioned.

Even the twins found the will to look, though Lauren kept firm to the nipple in her lips.

"I... I dunno... It just... popped out," the pup explained.

"So... put it back in." The rabbit said.

The pup bit his lip, and adjusted himself. He buried his shaft into the skunkette once more, and with a few presses, the audible squelch hit their ears for a third time. "I'll try not to... do that again," he said.

But the skunkette shook her head. "Mmh--hmm..." The hand about her lips let go. "Please... d--do it again... F--faster... P-pull it out and push it back in right away."

There was a silence in the room for a moment. The skunkette blushed heavily, suddenly embarrassed and thinking her friends must think she was incredibly disturbed. But then, she felt the tug.

Justin grunted as he pulled free, pulling out until just his tip was in. He thrust back in, and this time his knot popped back into her folds right away. The squeal that came to his ears was almost enough to make him empty his nuts right then.

But he bit his lip to feel a little bit of pain, and did it again. Wincing, just from the pressure about his knot, he pulled free. He didn't pull out very far this time, just enough to get the runway to pump it back in. The body beneath him spasmed and squealed again.

He began the slow, but intense, rhythm of popping out, and then back in. With each pass, her body reacted more intensely. At first she twitched, then squirmed, then outright began swiveling her hips and kicking her right leg.

The feeling about his knot as he passed through her snug entrance became too much for him. After only half a dozen reps, he buried back into her and began yipping as he unleashed his semen.

Ashly held her friend tenderly as Kailey writhed. And then, stroked her cheek as her muzzle almost snarled and she let out a strained groan. The strained groan then went to a weak, but still body-wracking, orgasm.

The rabbit coaxed the kittens to relieve the skunkette's nipples; now swollen, pert, and strawberry-red from all the attention. She then gently receded from propping her friend's head up, and helped ease her lover down to lie with her best friend.

Turning toward the kittens, kneeling hand-in-hand, she crawled over to them. "So," she asked, her voice a bit low as if not to disturb the tied coupling. "How should we take care of you two?"

"Hmm..." Lexi thought aloud. "We licked each other last night..."

Lauren uttered a nervous purr at the revelation.

"Do we still have the massager?" The rabbit asked herself, looking over at the TV. Sitting amongst the consoles and controllers, the little spaceship-looking massager was tilted to one side, leaning against the wood. She half-expected Brittany to swipe it before she left.

Maybe they needed to find more toys to play with.

"How about," the rabbit doe suggested, "one of you uses the massager and I'll use my fingers on the other?"

"Sounds good to me!" Lexi said with a grin. "You want the massager, sis?"

Lauren bit her lip. "I got it yes'ser day... you can use it today."

"You sure?" She asked rhetorically, while her tail flicked to the other side of her nude body. With another quiet nod of her sister, she scampered to the TV stand and collected the massager.

"C'mere, lay like we're gonna lick each other," Ashly instructed, guiding the kitten to kneel over her chest, facing away from her. When Alexis returned with the massager, Ashly had her sit against her knees. "Laur," the doe said, cupping the kitten's buttocks to hold her steady, "Why not help your sister out like she did for you yesterday?"

The white kitten muttered her acknowledgment, and plastic crackled as the massager was exchanged paws. The button clicked, and it buzzed to life. Though, after several uses now, its vibrations were not quite as rapid.

Ashly waited to hear the gasp and squeal as one sister teased the other. She felt the gentle squirming against her thighs, and a trickle of moisture on her mound. Speaking of moisture; "Whoa, Laur. You're already soaked." She leaned up and kissed the kitten's vulva, eliciting her own squeak and quiver. "Sucking on Kailey's tit must've really turned you on, huh?"

The kitten whimpered in embarrassment, but it melded into a groan of pleasure as her cutie was stretched by a fingertip.

"I can already get in past the first knuckle," the rabbit mused. She began gently moving her finger in and out, feeling the temperature in the kitten's loins heat up with each passing moment.

The massager buzzed on. When Lauren used it to tease her sister by setting it all about her vulva or brush it over her mound and thighs, the vibrations were loud and distinct. But when she went all-in and pressed it to the lips of her cutie, or, even better, the nub of her clitoris, it became muffled and soft. But the black kitten's voice and body amplified the shocks, squirming and moaning with pleasure, begging for her sister to both give her a break and to not move it.

"I'm... I'm... guuuuaaaaah!" The kitten finally gave in, her body convulsing and her ecstasy trickling forth.

Ashly had barely gotten started, going very slow on Lauren. She had moved onto using her ring finger, up to the second knuckle, feeling the way the kitten's insides kneaded and quivered around her finger, trying to imagine what it must feel like for a penis. She had taken to going in at one angle, and coming out at another, almost in a gentle churning motion. Now and again, she leaned in to lick the dribbles of femininity that trickled from the pink lips as they were tugged outward with her finger's retreat.

Then, when the sister-kitten's orgasm hit, her tummy and mound became damp. The feeling of warmth made her coo and blush, feeling first-hand what she had done to her lover some time earlier.

"How you feeling Len?" The rabbit asked, pushing her ring-finger in. "Almost ready?"

"K-kinda," she admitted. "It's not really... um..." She blushed, craning her neck to look back at the doe.

Ashly smirked, and pulled her finger out. While the kitten watched, she popped it into her mouth and made a bit of a show of sucking the juices off of it. Then, she put her thumb in her mouth, dampening it up.

The kitten, watching the rabbit doe suck on her thumb, lowered her shoulders a bit. For a second, she was worried Ashly was mocking her, poking fun at her embarrassing and guilty way of relieving stress.

Ashly was a little too excited to really notice the behavior, taking it more as her general timidity that she found oh-so-adorable. Popping her thumb from her mouth, she slid her other fingers over the kitten's mound, and, giving her slightly-parted vulva another quick kiss, positioned her thumb between the pouting lips and pushed it in.

Both kittens moaned as the white was invaded by the sudden change in girth, and in return pressed the vibrating massager on her sister's hot vulva once again.

Lauren gritted her teeth to keep from doing that embarrassing mewing, but the rabbit's motions were no longer slow and sensual; the thumb was pumping in and out of her. With every retreat, the thumb angled and disturbed the normal tension of her walls, scraping along the inside of her mound and grazing all of the sensitive flesh hidden there.

Alexis began to cry, her cutie and clitty not having recovered quite yet. But her sister didn't release her from the massager's vibrating hold, and she didn't have the strength to fight the whimpers and mews to ask her to move it. She suffered in the pleasure, feeling another orgasm rise.

Ashly saw the tell-tale twitches in the kitten's thighs; the way the tendons on either side of her groin became prominent and how the downy-furred skin around her labia went subtly taught. She pushed her thumb all the way in, and ground the webbing between it and her fore-finger into the girl's clitoris.

Both kittens let loose their caterwauls.

Lauren bore down on the digit within her silken folds. The feeling was something she still wasn't quite used to. That tension and resistance to her squeezing. At first it was uncomfortable, just a little, but with each time she had something in there to clamp down on, she began to appreciate why her sister wanted nothing more than to have Justin's cock in her all day long.

Had this been under any other context, they might have thought Alexis was having a seizure. She held her hand on her sister's, desperately trying to keep the massager where she wanted it, while her body frantically tried to handle the shocks of pleasure. After nearly fifteen seconds of the constant stimulation to her abused clitoris, the sudden crash of another orgasm took her over, sending her toppling off the rabbit and squirming and wriggling on the floor, squeaking and squealing like a mouse.

As the kitten writhed upon the floor, she felt someone starting to restrain her. In her blurry vision, the gray blob collected her from off the floor. She felt arms around her, kisses on her head, and shushes and calming words. And then, her loins felt another, almost unbearable, shock of pleasure as they were spread in that most gratifying way.

"Shh... Just relax, Lexi, it's okay. Squeeze it out, that's it," Justin said calmly, feeling her muscles clamping down all around his cock. He kissed her when she whimpered so adorably, her orgasm finally subsiding. "You're cutie's so warm when you cum," he observed, reclining and rubbing the small of her back.

The kitten tried to stay awake and revel in the cock deep within her body. But, it's relaxing warmth and the gentle throbbing of its pulse, coupled with the exhaustion of her climaxing, lulled her into a nap.