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"One six."

"One seven."

"..."

"Hey."

Justin felt someone prod his shoulder.

"Your move."

"You keep stalling we'll kick you out." One of the boys across from him threatened.

"Um," he looked at his cards. "Two eights."

"Nah da'ss b_ooo_l-shit," one of the boys declared, before he even slipped the cards from his hand.

The wolf pup laid his cards face-up, since he was called out. The eight of diamonds, and the eight of spades landed on the small pile.

"Oh-ho, you got bitch'd." One of the other boys taunted.

Justin didn't really care for the game. But, after almost a week of brutal exercising, he was eager to pass the time. His blood felt a little tingly, his hackles a little twitchy, and he thought he might be a bit light-headed. But that was probably all just in his mind. She said it didn't have any side-effects...

* * *

"Coming, coming," the mother-wolf called as she briskly walked to the front door, ringing almost incessantly. Who could it be at this hour? She wondered, for the gate in their community meant it had to be a neighbor.

She depressed the handle, and the door gave a bit of a crunch as it opened. Beneath the porch-light, the little vixen stood with a smile. In her hands, a small serving-plate beheld a few squares of some dessert; but, the light that puddled on the saran-wrap that covered everything obscured it just a little.

"Evening, Mrs. Gierheart," the little vixen greeted.

"Hi, Brittany," the she-wolf stepped aside and beckoned, "Come on in. What'chya got there?"

"My cousin left earlier, and she's been kinda teaching me how to bake things," the vixen explained, stepping into the home and shaking the plate in her hands to draw attention to it. "I made these all by myself, so I've kinda been going around the neighborhood to share."

"That's sweet," the mother said, thankfully not gushing with adoration. "Why don't you take those to the kitchen, I'll get the boys." She started heading toward the bedrooms. "Justin! Gabe!"

Brittany licked her lips as she went to the kitchen and set the plate down. She slipped her purse off of her shoulder, and unzipped it just enough to dip her hand in. She found the small ZipLoc bag inside, and pinched the sole object it held between her thumb and forefinger, just to reassure herself it was there. She had her hand free and the purse zipped up just as everyone came in.

"Oooo," the father wolf said, coming into the kitchen. "Are those brownies?"

"Gabe," the mother wolf admonished her husband.

"Hi," Justin greeted.

"Hey," the vixen greeted back with a smile. "Yes, Mr. G. These are red velvet brownies," she lifted the serving-platter to start peeling away the saran-wrap.

Plates and forks were handed out, and very soon the family started sampling her dessert, giving compliments and praise.

"That was delicious," the father complimented. "You should bring dessert by more often."

Brittany giggled when he received another scolding. "Hey," she piped up. "Um... before I go; Justin?" She caught the wolf-pup's attention in mid-bite. "You remember I told you we were starting to read that one book next week?"

He blinked, and then nodded. He knew right away something was up, and felt a bit nervous. "Yeah. It's kind of a tough read."

"I know, you kinda got me worried about it," she admitted. "Was wondering if you still had it? I wanna borrow it and start reading ahead, a little."

"Sure," he replied, setting is fork down with a bit of a rattle. "I'll see if I can find it, you can come with." He started toward the kitchen entryway.

"You can finish it all up, Mr. G.," the vixen said, moving to follow her friend down the hall.

"Don't mind if I do!" He hollered after.

The wolf pup led his friend to his room. It wasn't the first time she had seen it, but it had been quite a while. They walked in, and he half-shut the door. "So... what's the real deal?" He questioned, his voice low.

She reached in her purse, having unzipped it during the walk, and tugged out the plastic baggy. She did so with the hand that was on the same side as the purse, so it looked very stealthy, like she was a secret agent. She extended it to him.

He took the baggy, big enough to hold only a few coins or a couple Legos, and gazed at the object inside. It was white, and looked like a funny-shaped pill. It almost looked like a little mouse, with a little ball-body and a small, curvy tail. "What is it?"

"Take it before P.E." She instructed. "That'll give it plenty of time to take effect."

"Oh, right, this is the part where I just say 'no,' and get my red ribbon, isn't it?" He joked.

She shook her head. "It's not gonna get you high or anything. It doesn't even have any side-effects." She smiled. "Just... trust me. I'll explain it all tomorrow, okay?"

"Kids, you need any help looking?"

Justin had the baggy in his pocket just as his mom peeked in. "Nah... I've already looked on my shelf, and if it's not there I dunno where it'd be."

"Oh well," Brittany shrugged. "I tried. Maybe I can find it in the library... I just didn't want to have to go through the trouble of checking it out. Anyway," she headed to the door of his room, "I should probably get back home. Took me a while to run to all the houses."

* * *

The rocks were definitely a best-effort solution. They helped quite a bit, but he still managed to get into a situation where he had to walk a bit awkwardly on the way home. Thankfully, he had found a route that wasn't too far off his normal one, that had less exposure to the street and other walkers.

He did his usual routine upon arriving at The Colonel's. Rocks in backpack and door locked, he made his way to the stairs. The Colonel wasn't around, which was good because he was beginning to get a bit stiff.

He heard it even as he was almost halfway up the stairs. A loud, but constant hum, which he thought might have been the massager at first. He did not have to wait long to find out, for all he had to do was open the door and behold the scene that lay behind.

The cause of the noise made sense; what it was being used for did not.

Alexis lied upon her back with her arms folded behind her head like a pillow. Her feet rested upon the sides of the fan's cage, and it was pointed as far downward as it could go. She giggled, her tail flitting about excitedly as the generated wind blasted against regions that were normally kept behind a layer or two of fabrics.

She seemed to take a lot of delight in the activity, though to him it looked really weird. He plodded into the room, dropping his backpack and making eye-contact with the other nude, or barely-modest, girls in the room. He stepped up to the kitten, and gently rested his foot upon her tummy.

Her eyes bolt open, and she reflexively did a sit-up. Her feet came off the fan, her heel hitting one of the buttons and canceling the power. The fan sputtered to a stop, recoiling back in its rotation as it slowed.

"H--hi," she said, holding onto his foot.

"What're you doin'?" He asked, wiggling his toes.

"Um..." She blushed.

"She was hot," Kailey explained. "She and her sister were wrestlin'; as they do. Decided to break out the fan to cool off."

"Makes me wonder what kind of wrestlin'," he chuckled, lifting his foot from her.

"It... it tickled," the kitten admitted, giggling again. "Ugh," she groaned in frustration, cupping her groin and lifting her heels in the air. "Now I'm really horny!" She announced.

"Sounds like a personal problem," her sister chimed in.

"I told you," Ashly admonished, "all you were gonna do was wind up teasing yourself, but did you listen?"

"It wasn't the fan," the kitten retorted. "I'ss him!" She pointed at the wolf.

"Oh, so you want me to leave?" He teased, heading for the door.

"No-wuh!" She slapped the carpet. "I wanna fuck!" She said, holding the f on her lips for a second.

"Someone's being awfully forward today," Brittany chuckled.

"I know," the wolf pup rolled his eyes. "I haven't even said 'hi' to Ash and got a chance to give her a kiss, yet. Sheesh."

The kitten groaned in frustration and sprawled out on the carpet, spread-eagle.

Lauren tugged off her strawberry-printed panties, tossing them to Kailey, and slid off the couch. "Want me to lick ya?" She offered, crawling towards her sister. With a whimper as a response, she dipped her muzzle to her sister's flower and began tending to its petals.

Amidst the mews of pleasure, the wolf pup made his way to the couch. He rested his hand, about to plop down, when Kailey held him at bay.

"Ah-ah!" She scolded, pushing him off a little.

"What gives?" He grumbled.

"New rule," Ashly said, readjusting her seating to lie down; she did so in such a way that her knees widened, giving her boyfriend a pleasant catch of her mound, clad in a blue G-String with shiny-gold strings about her hips. "If you wanna be on the couch," she explained, "Ya gotta be wearin' P.J.s, showin' undies, or nakie."

He shook his head. "Fine," he acquiesced, his shorts falling to his ankles. He flopped down too quickly for anyone to stop him, this time.

"Aw c'mon," Kailey giggled. "Give us more than that," she leaned over, tugging at his shirt. When he lifted his arms, she peeled it off of him. "There we go."

He crawled on top of his lover, who slithered a hand to his package and fished in the fly of his briefs to let his stiffening puphood somewhat free.

She spread her knees, and purposefully allowed the spaghetti-strap of her peach-colored camisole to fall free from her right shoulder, giving the slightest peek at the curve of her immature breast. She met his kiss and exhaled as his weight pressed onto her. His tip aligned with her clad labia, and he began to gently grind against the golden and silken shield.

The kittens and lovers moaned and murmured as their pleasure was stoked and their frustrations eased.

Alexis began to whimper as her sister's tongue tickled and tugged at the tenderest and most sensitive parts of her body.

Ashly's moans let everyone know how she felt about the jabbing cock that was prodding her genitals, the sensations buffered by her underwear in a way that made it almost more sensual than if nothing were between them.

The licking kitten soon latched her lips about her sister's clitoris, suckling gently and coaxing the nub to peek out from its hood.

The squeals that hit his ears sent Justin raving, his heart fluttering as he just wanted to release. But the lack of even the touch of skin to his puphood, only the artificial softness of the silk, sent his tires of lust spinning freely in the air without traction.

"Hey, now!" Brittany said, her footfalls approaching the kittens. "No cumming, yet. Down, down girl."

Ashly managed to squirm a hand between them, lifting her torso up to make the efforts of her lover more difficult. "Careful, sweetie," she admonished. "You're gonna mess up my undies if you keep going like that. You wanna explain that to mom?"

Blocked, he huffed with frustration and sat upon the couch, pulling off his briefs. But when his lover held his flesh and rubbed her thumb along the top, it at least spoke to him that she wasn't telling him to outright stop--just take a break.

Alexis, on the other hand, was not quite so understanding.

Lauren had stopped her activities entirely, and now found herself the metaphorical rope in a game of tug-o-war. Brittany tried to pry her away, while her sister tired desperately to pull her back in; when she managed, she aided the vixen, and finally wrenched from her sister's grasp.

The black kitten squirmed as she threw a sort of temper-tantrum, swearing and exclaiming how she was almost there. She kept it up until Kailey stripped off her dark-purple panties and pressed herself to the kitten's muzzle. By some means, a few seconds of that and the kitten was quieter, though she still had a huffy expression and crossed her arms when she sat back up.

"Why no cumming, yet?" Justin questioned, picking up on the reason and source of the kitten's emotions. "Is there another new rule I dunno about?"

Kailey shook her head, glancing back at him, the drape of her tail bobbing gently with the motion. "Nope..." She replied, and then looked toward Brittany. "I think we're all ready."

"Ready for what?" The white kitten inquired right away, her tail twitching curiously and her front paws kneading the carpet between her butterfly-spread knees.

"A little show'n'tell," the vixen replied with a wink.

Justin glanced toward the rabbit.

Ashly shrugged. "Kay-Kay said Brittany mentioned something last night just earlier, before the twins came over. I've no idea."

"So, my cousin was in town, right?" The vixen said, peeling off her slightly fuzzy, red-velvet-looking panties from behind to give the others a view of her rear. "She came by cuz she's about to go to college in the winter, and wanted to see the apartments in the area.

"Well," she turned about, walking to the ottoman to lean against it with her shins. "She's eighteen... and... She's kinda the one who taught me... y'know, some of the stuff I know, and how to figure out some stuff on my own," she gestured vaguely. "Anyway, um..." She turned about again, heading to a duffel-bag where their backpacks also sat by the small-corner near the door. "I kind of... let it slip a little about what we've got going on up here..." She lifted the duffel-bag, huffing and carrying it by the long strap as she waddled back to the ottoman. "I mean... she's totally cool with it and'll keep it a secret. In fact..." She set the duffel-bag down with a bit of care. "Since she's eighteen... She offered to go to a..." She mimed quotation marks in the air, "'special store,' and... Well..." She leaned over, unzipping the bag.

"What kind of store?" The twins asked in unison, crawling on hands and knees toward the ottoman to get closer.

"Um..." The vixen acquired an uncharacteristic blush. "The kind that... sells stuff like... this," she righted, holding two similar objects in each hand.

The one in her left hand was colored deep pink, the other lilac. She held them by the small control-pads, and partly onto the long wires. At the end of each wire, dangling a few inches below her hands, was a walnut-sized ball, shaped a bit like a pill.

"Izzat..." Alexis began, cocking her head and laying the downward ear flat, "Some kinda thing for the Wii?"

Kailey and Ashly burst into a fit of a giggle.

"Oh my gosh," the skunkette said, covering her mouth. "Your cousin... actually got that kind of stuff?"

"I'm with them," Justin said, raising an eyebrow and glancing at the three older girls. "What the heck are those?"

The vixen smiled, flipping the switches.

The buzz resounded through the air. Not loudly, but just enough to be noticeable. The little ends began to drift to and fro like the tired pendulum of a grandfather clock on its last minutes, although as time went on they began to draw little circles in the air.

"They're called 'egg-' or 'bullet-vibrators,'" the vixen explained, cutting their power and resting them idly upon the ottoman.

The twins immediately started to reach for them, but Brittany gave them a few discouraging barks.

"Wait 'till I'm done," she admonished. She smiled as they reluctantly backed away, peeking up with their noses just above the ottoman's cushion. Dipping back down, she shuffled around a bit more, and then pulled up two more objects in each hand.

At this revelation, the charcoal-coated twin gasped, and her head perked up with immediate excitement. The reaction was almost as if she had seen one before, but it was more the vague and wondrous implication she saw in the thing that drove her reaction.

"And these," the vixen explained, turning them on, "Are 'rabbit-vibrators.'"

They buzzed to life, their color schemes matching that of the egg-vibrators. The dildos that sprouted from the pearl-designed hilt subtly twitched at their tips, and the little flaps upon the smaller arm wiggled back and forth. The lilac-colored one was a bit smaller than the other.

"What's that extra thing?" Alexis asked, excitedly.

"This?" The vixen made sure, leaning over to let the kitten have a better look, and gently placed her thumb between the flaps.

"Yeah, that sticky-outy-thing."

"Well," the vixen said, removing her finger, "put your finger here."

The kitten raised her hand from the cushion, touching the spot with the pad of her index finger. She giggled. "It kinda tickles," she observed, the flaps buzzing and fluttering gently against her finger.

"Now... imagine the cock deep inside, right?" She explained. "And where your finger is, is where your clitty would be..."

The kitten's mouth fell ajar as the implication began drizzling over her mind like caramel upon an apple. "C--can I try!?" She pleaded.

The vibrator was cut off. "Gimme a minute," Brittany said with an inflection of commanding patience from the enamored feline. "I still have a few more things." She set both rabbit vibrators next to the eggs, and watched Lauren carefully as she picked the rabbit vibrator up.

The kitten turned it on, felt the fluttery bits, and then turned it back off, setting it down just as quietly as she had picked it up; content to have the same experience her sister had.

Their attention undivided once again, she looked up before she righted. "Hey, Kailey?"

"Yeah?" The skunkette replied, poised to stand up.

"She kinda got these special for um... you and me... but I'm okay with sharing them if you are."

The skunkette blinked with a blush as the two items came to her view.

Midway, there was a thick ring to signify the center and give structure. But, aside from that, the phallic shape was unmistakable. Sprouting toward both ends, the length of the double-ended dildos were studded with very slight bumps in a vague spiral-pattern. Again, the lilac-colored one was a bit smaller than its pink counterpart.

"These are 'double-ended dildos,'" she explained, "We can either use them kinda like the rabbit-vibrators on ourselves; or, if we want to scissor, we can use these to make it even better."

The skunkette did everything she could to hide her blush. "Wh--why is one big and one small?" She asked.

"Well," Brittany set the toys down for the twins to pick up and examine. "My cousin doesn't know all the details, but she thought it'd be nice to get smaller sizes... in case the other ones are too big." She squatted back down to her bag once more. "So, I figure the twins can use the smaller ones."

"No way!" Alexis protested. "I wanna try the big-dick one, too!"

"We'll talk about it later," the vixen sighed.

"H--hey Brittany?" The rabbit met the eyes of the vixen as she glanced up from between the kittens' heads. "Um... this is all pretty cool but..." She looked sheepishly at Justin. She took in a deep breath.

"Hey," the vixen said, catching the rabbit's focus again. "Don't worry, Ash, I got you covered." She stood up, and this time carried what she held in her arms over to the couple. She handed two bottles to the rabbit, and the third to the wolf.

"Focus," Ashly read the label in her left hand; then, the one in her right, "Mint Pique..."

"Yearn," Justin finished, reading the third label in his possession.

"'Sen--sa--tion--al lubricants to heighten your sex...'" The rabbit read the little blurb, a little questioningly.

"So," the vixen explained, "I know Ash doesn't really want to mess around with the other toys, and I told that to my cousin. She got those for you guys; they're supposed to make you feel different things when... y'know, you're fucking. Like, this one," she pointed to Mint Pique, "it's supposed to make you feel, like, super-tingly, and... well, I dunno, really. You'll just have to try it."

"What about this one?" Ashly questioned, holding up her other bottle.

"I think that one's called that cuz it makes you really feel the other person inside or around you."

"And this one?" Justin asked.

The vixen smiled. "...That one...is a secret," she pulled the bottle away. "We'll save this one for some other time." She suggested, heading back to her bag.

"Hey, so..." Justin spoke up. "That pill you gave me... is that--"

Brittany stood up and shushed very loudly.

The rabbit's ears twitched and flared. "Wait, hang on." She glanced between the two. "What pill? When?"

The vixen grit her teeth. "Okay, okay," she huffed. "Remember how I came around with dessert last night?" She was given a nod. "Well... at Justin's house, I gave him something else." She looked to the pup, pointing at him. "You did take it, right?"

He nodded. "Before gym class, just like you said."

Ashly crumpled her face, in a sense of disgust and amazement. "You..." She glared at the wolf pup.

"Ash, c'mon, gimme a break," the vixen said, a bit angrily. "I'll show you what it is later, okay? Jeez," she dropped her shoulders and wiggled about as if she were trying to stand against a strong wind despite being exhausted. "It's actually something for you more than anything, y'know," she explained, looking at the jealous bunny. "I'm not always the self-centered bitch you think I am."

"Guys... no," the white kitten said. "No fighting."

The rabbit relaxed a bit. Then, she cracked a bit of a grin. "Better be amazing. Bitch."

The vixen folded her arms, returning the smirk. "Oh, trust me. You're gonna be pissed I only have two bottles of the stuff, once you find out what it does."

"Should I be scared?" Justin said, his shoulders slouched and his head dipped, his ears swiveled back a bit. "I feel like it's gonna turn me into a monster or something with how you're talking about it..."

The vixen cooed and stepped over to the wolf pup. "Aw, don't be a'scared." She tousled his head. "The only thing you'll have to worry about is how much more she'll want to fuck you."

"Britt," the skunkette interrupted. "Alexis hasn't stopped staring at the... whatchyamacallit, since you set it down."

Everyone looked to see the black kitten.

Her chin was on the ottoman, hands and fingers on either side. The glans of the larger, pink rabbit-vibrator was touching her nose, her eyes gazing at it as if having a staring contest with it. At her rear, her tail twitched ever-so-idly.

"All right," the vixen sighed, coming up from behind and touching her fingertips upon the kitten's shoulder.

Alexis flinched, looking up at the red-furred girl.

"Why don't you be our demonstration?" She offered, running her fingers up and down the kitten's back a couple of times. "We'll show everyone how to use it."

Her face brightened, "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh!" She nodded, wagging her tail like a puppy.

Kailey giggled. "Sure you're not gonna get stage-fright, Lexi? We're all gonna be watchin'."

She stuck out her tongue and vocalized her nonchalance. "I'll be too busy squeaming to care."

"Squeaming?" The vixen muttered, carefully setting the other toys from the ottoman onto the floor.

"Squirming and screaming," the twin-sister explained. "She made it up last night, or something." The kitten shrugged, rolling her eyes.

"I kinda like it," Justin replied. "It sounds like the noise you guys make when you cum."

As if they had rehearsed it, all five girls turned to his direction, and let out their best impression of an over-exaggerated orgasmic moan. Ashly even went as far as leaning against him and gripping his cock firmly, her impression dominating his ear.

They watched as he squirmed a bit, and then gave out a reflexive groan himself. When he calmed down from the sudden rush of emotions, he looked with embarrassment as they all giggled.

"He's so easy to get going," the vixen said, shaking her head, plopping down on the ottoman with the pink rabbit-vibrator in-hand. "I bet we could make him cum just by moaning into his ear."

"Challenge accepted," Ashly replied.

"Later!" The black kitten said defiantly, hopping up to her feet, reaching for the vibrator.

"Oooo!" The vixen taunted raising it up in the air. "Hang on, hang on." She held the kitten at bay by the shoulder. "Sit," she beckoned, patting the space at the ottoman between her thighs.

The kitten stared at the vixen's groin for a moment. "You're kinda wet," she pointed out, before turning about and nestling herself into the groove she was given.

"We'll see who's wet in just a sec," Brittany taunted. She then took on a very strong southern-drawl, "Gather 'round, y'all," she called, even as the others were starting to get closer. "Don' b'shy, n'ow."

The white kitten's eyebrows raised in surprise. "That's... a really good accent." She complimented.

"A'why thank'ye'," Brittany drawled back with a smile. "Ac'shully m' cousin's fam'ly tah'lks lai'k the'iss." She giggled. "I kinda talked like that, too, when I was younger. But since we've moved a couple times, I kinda dropped it."

"It's... um... really cute," the skunkette said, a blush on her face.

"Okay, okay," the vixen said, her smile-in-return interrupted when the kitten began squirming against her mound. She took the vibrator and flipped it in her fingers, so that the base of the toy was by her thumb, and the dildo pointing downward. "So, it's real easy, you just gotta remember not to jam it in right away," she warned. "It's like hard plastic, so if you do that it's not gonna feel too comfy.

"So, to start off," she toggled the vibrator on to the lowest setting; it buzzed with a very low hum, "just turn it on low and rub it against your cutie." She did so, touching the length to the kitten's folds.

Alexis let out a mew, her eyes instantly closing in pleasure as her thighs instinctively widened to give the toy plenty of access to her loins.

"Get your girly-love all over it," the vixen instructed, turning the dildo about as she rubbed the length up and down, getting it slick with the kitten's own natural lubricant. "Then, when it's a little slippy," she turned it off, "I like to turn it off and slip it in, but you can do it while it's still going."

The kitten gasped as the head of the dildo spread her folds. It was not warm or yielding at all, like the brush her sister had used on her before. She preferred the gentle heat and softness of the hard cock that she glanced at. The pup must have noticed, because he held it, and gently pointed it toward her.

"The little flaps go here, right where your clitty is."

The kitten's eyes began to tear as she felt the light press upon her swollen nub, even though it had gone back into its hiding place since her sister had coaxed it free with her suckling before.

"Now..." The vixen began, "Before I turn it on, just remember: give your clitty a chance to rest every now and again. So, watch how I do it, cuz I'm gonna move it in and out and around a little bit."

With that, the vibrator turned on.

The others watched with rapid hearts and rising arousal as the kitten spasmed and squealed like never before.

Justin's eyes were fixated on the little cutie, stretched gently about the dildo. The artificial dick was about as thick as his was at the base. But, where his tapered a bit toward the tip, the plastic pleaser had an even thickness from base to glans.

The vixen angled it a little more widely than necessary to give the others a good view, turning a little to the side when she pressed the flaps against the squirming ball of fur's little clit. Her own loins trickled with the recollection of being taught how to use the toy just yesterday.

For a few minutes, the kitten writhed in pleasure. Her intense moans had calmed, but her body still expressed how stimulating the vibrations were. She had forgotten all about the others, watching her most private places that she was told not to let anyone near without her permission.

"Wanna cum?" The vixen asked. She was given a needy moan as a response. She turned the vibrations on to the highest setting, and firmly pressed the flaps to the kitten's sensitive nub.

With a rising moan, like the rolling of a tidal wave approaching the shore, her orgasmsmashed over her. Flooded with pleasure, she kneaded the hard plastic in her passage with all her might, the vibrations and rigidity a welcome substitue for the real thing.

The others watched on as the vixen quickly took out the vibrator while the kitten was in her throes, and saw just how intensely the kitten orgasmed. The muscles about her labia began squeezing in, making her whole cutie look as if it were quivering and convulsing.

The climax lasted for nearly twenty seconds; long enough for them to notice it was lasting more than usual. Finally, when the kitten's body subsided, the vixen eased herself back across the ottoman to let the girl lie upon her back.

She lay with her knees wide, thighs apart, her mound still very much presented. An impressively broad damp spot saturated the towel just in front of her sensual bits. She panted heavily, hot and exhausted.

Her sister leaned in, and tenderly kissed her flower.

"Lauren?" Brittany called, noticing the kitten's gesture.

Her white face, though now generously pink with an aroused and embarrassed blush, turned to the vixen. "Uhm... y-yeah?" She replied.

"How about you? You wanna go next?"

The kitten's neck disappeared as she bashfully tucked her chin in. She looked to the small pile of toys.

Kailey went to the toys. "C'mon, Laur. There's gotta be at least one you wanna try."

"I hope so," Brittany commented. "They don't really make oral toys as far as I know..."

Lauren bit her lip, looking at the others to see their expression. "Actually... um..." She crawled over to the toys, and spotted the lilac-colored double-ended dildo. She reached for it, picking it up. It wasn't much bigger than if she placed her thumb, fore- and middle-fingers together in a bit of a triangle-shape. It was much lighter than she expected. It felt smooth and a little rubbery, but at the same time was firm and her fingers slid across it without much friction.

"Is that the one she wants?" The skunkette teased, tickling her neck.

Lauren giggled and groaned, batting Kailey's hand away. "I can... use it by myself... right?" She asked.

"Of course," the vixen replied. "But if you want to use that, we should probably use the coconut oil."

"Okay," the white-furred kitten replied, holding up the dildo for Kailey to take. She crawled on hands and knees, and then trotted over to the closet. She opened the door to the small room, diving inside without needing to turn the light on. When she emerged, she hefted the big jar with both hands, its contents swishing about gently with her footfalls.

"We can't use this on the vibrators," the vixen explained, as the kitten set the jar down with a puff of air. "It's bad for them. But we can use it on the double-ended dildos."

The kitten tilted her head. "Can we call those something else?"

"Like what?" Kailey asked.

"Um..." She thought, reaching into the jar to scoop out some of the oil. "Twin-dick?"

Justin burst out laughing.

"Iunno!" The kitten huffed, plopping onto her rear.

"Be nice," Ashly admonished. "Or maybe you won't get to cum at all today."

"We'll figure something out," the vixen replied. "Make sure to get it more inside your cutie than around it."

For the next few moments, the room was filled with the lewd squelches and squishes as the kitten rubbed her fingers into her warm and tender sex, coating the passage that went into her body with the natural lubricant. "It feels really weird," she observed, this being her first time using it. "Kinda like the cream I had to use when... um..." She trailed, not wanting to continue the thought.

"Feel nice and slippery in there?" The vixen asked, rubbing one end of the dildo with a bit more oil.

The kitten stuck her tongue out, her fingers diving in past the second knuckle and squishing about inside before she pulled them free. "Uh-huh," she replied.

"May wanna wipe your hands off," Ashly pointed out.

The kitten did so on the edge of the towel that her sister lay upon on the ottoman.

"Your twin-dick, m'lady," the vixen said in a dapper accent.

Justin snickered again, until he was elbowed by in the ribs by his lover.

The kitten took it, either ignoring the joke or too wrapped up in anticipation that it went beyond her. She gripped it more like a remote than anything, awkwardly trying to angle it toward her rather than flipping it in her hand to hold it like Brittany had done earlier.

"Need some help?" Kailey asked.

She mewed in embarrassment.

"She'll figure out what she likes on her own," the vixen insisted. "You're doing fine."

With her other hand trying to spread the petals of her flower apart, her fingers slipping away due to how slick the coconut-oil made her flesh, she guided the oil-smeared tip of the dildo into her folds.

When it was in just enough to not slip out, she adjusted the grip to be more natural, her thumb pointing toward the other glans, and lied back. Spreading her legs and splaying her knees to either side, she gazed down her body as she tilted the dildo and began wiggling it in.

She let out a coo and her pelvic muscles tensed as the first few bumps disturbed the otherwise even intrusion. She felt them tickle her silky flesh, the new sensation both strange and extremely gratifying.

"Y'know," Kailey pointed out, "As many times as we've had something in our cuties, this is only the second time for Lauren."

The kitten broke her concentration, looking up. Everyone was watching her. She let out an embarrassed whimper.

"Don't mind us." Brittany said. "Just keep going 'till you gush all over that thing. I don't think Justin'll mind if you call his name out, either," she added, winking at the wolf pup.

Ashly gave him a smile, reaching for his girth to give it a gentle squeeze. She breathed in through her teeth. "You're rock-hard," she observed.

His breath hitched. "Y--yeah; but, it's... a weird kind of exciting to be all horny like this and not just fuck you right away," he admitted.

"It's called 'delayed gratification,'" the vixen informed. The couple glanced at her, apparently believing their conversation was private. She smiled. "Sometimes, if you kind of keep yourself all tense like that," she said, stepping back toward them, "not only does it feel really good when you finally get to cum," she reached down and gently cradled the boy's sac, "but you cum a bit more than usual, and it lasts longer." She gave his balls a gentle squeeze, before letting them go.

As the vixen went back to watching the kitten work up a rhythm, Justin noticed that Ashly's hand went down to hold his sac. His body felt tingly when she did, and he wanted to tell her how it only happened for her, but didn't want to risk the vixen overhearing. He moved his far knee a little wider to give her better vantage, and leaned against her, enjoying the gentle attention she gave to his nuts while also keeping her thumb wrapped about his base.

Lauren's knees and thighs twitched as she experimented with the artificial dick. But her posture was awkward, and a little uncomfortable; when she lied back all the way, she had some trouble reaching down, but she couldn't lift her trunk up without support. Finally, she scooted back so that her torso leaned against the ottoman. She pulled her heels up to keep her thighs out of the way, but her knees remained relatively flat. She tried not to think about how everyone was watching her, but at the same time it gave her a bit of a nervous thrill.

This new posture gave her a better vantage. Gripping the other bumpy dick-head, she slowly began working into a steady rhythm of pulling it out, and sliding it back in. Her thighs tingled, her body becoming acutely aware of the little bumps as they added a pleasant disturbance to the action that she couldn't even begin to explain with words--only with gentle moans.

She started to pick up the pace, but then when she heard the embarrassing squishy and squelchy noises that the toy made within her, she slowed; this kept her from really getting into it. But she so enjoyed the way the toy's girth gently stretched her tunnel all around, like those hooks the dentist used on her mouth to keep her lips peeled back--only from the inside, and all the way up her channel. She reveled in the bumpy texture, beginning to twist the dildo a little to keep her brain from getting "used to" any particular pattern.

Her thighs and tummy tensed, her body quivering with pleasure. She tried to hold her breath to keep the embarrassing little mews from escaping her throat, but in doing so she wound up making them louder when her abdomen gave way to the butterflies that tickled her when she pulled or pushed the dildo in her slippery cutie.

Her arm began to ache, her wrist kinking and cramping. She huffed with frustration, trying to switch to her left hand, but it felt loose and awkward, and she couldn't direct it as well as when her dominant hand was in control.

"Poor thing," Kailey cooed, slinking up to the kitten.

Lauren gasped, her eyes fluttering open. The blurriness went away after a moment, and she saw Kailey kneeling and resting on her palms, looking between her legs. She bashfully tried to close them, but they were so tingly and had started getting pins and needles. She could only lie limply as the skunkette crawled over her, and pushed the ottoman. With her support falling away, she lied on her back, her palms resting on the carpet. She kept her head lifted, craning her neck to see what the skunkette was doing.

Kailey licked her lips, and slid her hand beneath the dick jutting out between the kitten's legs. She giggled. "It's like you have a dick of your own," she teased.

The kitten, already blushing, felt her cheeks burn a little bit more.

"Let's play pretend," the skunkette proposed. "Let's pretend this is your real dick, and I'll use my mouth on it just like you like to do."

Before the kitten could say anything--as if she even could--the skunkette angled the dildo up just enough so that she could wrap her lips about the other head.

In truth, it was not exactly going to be as she said, but that was how "pretend" worked. Kailey gently bit down on the artificial shaft, and eased away. She watched with a lustful delight as the lilac dick slowly pulled from the kitten's cutie. The puffy little petals were dragged outward just a bit, and the slow withdraw gave a subtle, wet peeling noise. As each little bump passed her lips, they were forced a little bit wider nearby it, and then gave a subtle twitch. The kitten's thighs tried to close a couple of times, but Kailey held them down, both to support her activities and to make sure the kitten's cutie was on full display--at least to her.

Lauren let out a small squeak as the flange of the glans pushed her cutie-lips a little wider, and then there was a sudden lack of fulfillment in her loins. She bit her lip, watching the skunkette with wiggly-vision eyes. She was given a smile from behind the dildo, and felt her petals being pulled apart just a little bit, the subtle stretching putting a tingling sense of tension upon her clitoris as the hooded skin around it was drawn a bit taught.

Then, she let out a moan as the coconut-oil-slickened penis pushed back into her. The pacing of the thrusts was taken out of her control, and so she could not prevent the embarrassing squelches that she could both hear and feel coming from her body. The skunkette's nose bumped her clitoral hood, sending a shock of pleasure up her tummy as the tip of the dildo stretched her depths.

Taking a note from how she saw the kitten use the dildo earlier, Kailey subtly cocked her head as she drew out, her own cutie curious as to how that elicited such delightful reactions within the kitten's privates.

Soon, the consistent stimulation brought the kitten to a rather vanilla orgasm. She closed her eyes, her voice letting everyone know exactly what was going on.

The skunkette got a close-up view pulling the dildo half-out while the kitten climaxed, watching the coconut-oil dribble out. She released the petals that she had peeled away, and watched as they not only went back into place, but began squeezing together around the lilac rod.

When the kitten calmed down from her high, Kailey withdrew the dildo with a final squelchy pop, and turned the business end toward her. She slipped the feminine-drenched end into her lips, sucking and licking it like a Popsicle, tasting mostly of coconut, but with a hint of kitten-cum mixed in.

Not having quite as mind-blowing of an orgasm as her sister, Lauren recovered from her afterglow in about as long as it took the skunkette took to clean the dildo. She got up, her legs wobbly and the join between her thighs and pelvis a little stiff and sore. She turned about, looking at her sister still lying exposed and with her eyes closed on the ottoman. Smirking devilishly, she placed her thumb and forefinger near her sister's cutie, and--gently--thumped it.

The kitten squeaked, sitting upright and covering herself. "Hey!" She growled. "That was really mean!"

Lauren crossed her arms. "That's for taking the rabbit-thingy ahead of me and having such a good cum," the kitten explained.

"Not like I stopped you from doing the same thing!" The black kitten protested.

"Uh, yeah," the sister retorted, "you kinda did. I don't wanna be a stinky copy-cat."

Kailey and Brittany exchanged glances.

"C'mon," Lauren said, taking her sister by the hand and coaxing her up. "Let's go cuddle on the couch."

"Fine," Alexis half-huffed in agreement.

While the kittens made their way, Ashly spoke up: "Guys, he really needs to cum."

The others looked toward them. She had Justin held by his dick, her fingers wrapped about it tenderly. There was a generous amount of the pup's natural lubrication slathered over his member, as well as her hand.

"He's, like, gushing pre and throbbing so bad," she told them.

"Aww," Brittany pouted. "I was hoping Kailey and I could cum before you two get to see the big surprise..."

"It's okay, Ash," the wolf pup piped up. He laid his hand upon hers about his girth. "It's actually kinda more cuz you're squeezing and jacking me..." he reluctantly admitted.

"Well," the vixen spoke up. "It's up to you, Justin. You wanna fuck Ash now, or you wanna wait 'till after Kay and I have our fun?"

He looked at Ash. "Do you really wanna cum?" He asked.

She bit her lip, squeezing his shaft tenderly. "Well... yeah, but... If you wanna wait... I can wait, too." She offered.

"How about this," the vixen interjected. "Why don't we give Justin something to do to pass the time?" Her tail swished behind her, clearly betraying the mischievous nature of her suggestion.

The pup caught on. "Like what?" He said, matching her a knowing smile.

"Why don't you grab that towel off the footrest and lay on your back," she replied.

Justin looked to his lover, who released his girth. He looked to her hand as she splayed her fingers, his pre coating her palm. His muzzle dipped with a bit of shame. "Sorry," he apologized.

She gave him a smile. "For what?" She asked, and then gave her hand a lick from heel to fingertip.

His rod throbbed, and he could feel even more of his pre dribble out as he stood. He walked toward the ottoman, his dick bobbing gently against his tummy with each step. He caught the twins watching it as he passed, giving them a smile while Lauren hid her muzzle a little behind her sister's, who was licking her lips.

He peeled the towel off the ottoman and set it down upon the carpet floor. He smoothed it out, and laid down on it, his penis laying flat against his tummy. He curled his toes, watching Brittany as she led Kailey by hand over to him.

"This is for you," the vixen said, draping the long cord of the pink egg-vibrator across his chest.

He oriented it so that the box was in his left hand, and the little thumb-sized bead in his right. He played around with it a bit, turning it on and feeling it vibrate in his fingers. All the while, Kailey was positioned to kneel with her knees in the pits of his arms.

He looked up at her, matching her eyes as she gazed down from behind her chest and the slope of her pubic mound. The diamond of her cutie was in full view, albeit in a bit of shadow.

Then, the vixen's nethers also came into view, her knees on either side of his head. He watched as they gazed at one another for a moment, the vixen coaxing her lover to scoot a bit further forward. He opened his armpits to give her the room.

"This shouldn't take too long," the vixen commented. "Okay, boy," she called, looking down at the wolf who gazed up at them from between their flowers. "Kay and I are going to press our tummies together. Your job is to put the little egg right on our clitties, and try to hold it there, okay?"

"You got it."

"B--but," the skunkette muttered, amidst the click of the dial and the gentle buzz of the vibration as it turned on. "When we c--mmh-mmmnh!"

The skunkette's worries were interrupted as the vixen snared her by the waist and lips, pressing their mounds together. Then, her protest turned into a moan as she felt the vibrations lance from her cutie, peels of pleasure, like lightning, making her hips buck to try and get away. But she was held firmly at the waist, her lover returning the moans.

For his part, Justin turned the vibrations up nearly to max, and then dropped the remote. Using both hands, threading them a bit awkwardly, he managed to keep the vibrating bead firmly pressed to the two clitorises with one hand, and slide his fingers and thumb into both with the other.

The girls immediately began using his fingers to their advantage, Kailey bucking and twitching against his thumb while Brittany bore down on the middle- and fore-finger that tickled and pressed on the ceiling of her tunnel.

Since this wasn't the first time he had been in this position, he watched and listened attentively. Kailey's bucking became desperate, her nectar trickling and dripping from her petals down his wrist and onto his cheek. He heard the chitter of her voice, and slid his thumb free, replacing it with his muzzle and tongue.

The musky-tasting fluid of her climax dribbled down his tongue and into his throat as he lapped at her folds. He could do nothing as the vixen climaxed, her nectar dampening his scalp just a little--but nowhere near as badly as the skunkette's would have.

The vibrator and a bit of the cord was coated in the feminine fluids. He receded, the egg dropping onto his cheek and then onto the towel beneath him. While he reached to turn it off, two cuties smothered his muzzle.

He exhaled when they mashed against him, smearing girl-cum onto his cheek-fur. Then, he took in a full, deep breath through his nose. The pheromones of their combined orgasms swelled his sinuses, and the reaction down below was immediate--and intense.

They cooed as he let out a long, desperate groan, his voice vibrating their sensitive and freshly-watered flowers. The vixen glanced up toward the wolf pup's groin, and watched with a pang of warmth in her cheeks as his cock twitched, and a white glob of semen squirted out onto his tummy.

"N--don't cum!" She scolded, lifting off the pup. But when she watched him for a few seconds more, nothing else came out. "Whoa... I wonder..." She glanced at the skunkette. "Okay, sweetie, time to get off the horny puppy dog," she cooed.

Kailey groaned, but managed to crawl on hands and trembling knees just far enough to be completely off of the pup. She collapsed beside him, panting.

"Hey, Ash, look," Brittany called. When the rabbit came closer, she pointed at the glob of semen.

"Did he... cum already?" The rabbit doe asked.

"No... trust me, you'll know when he cums," the vixen replied. "I think that's actually still just his pre-cum."

"But..." The doe leaned in closer, and her tongue flicked out. She tasted the slightly bitter, salty flavor of his musk. "It tastes like his regular cum... and his pre was normal just a few minutes ago." She leaned back up.

The vixen gave a coy smile. "I think I know what's going on," she revealed, her tail swishing back and forth.

The rabbit gritted her teeth. "If you're not going to explain it, then just shut the hell up about it already."

The vixen's coy smile turned to an open-mouthed grin. "But, doctor, there's no time to explain," she said with urgency. She reached for the red shaft and pointed it up. "He's too horny; we're losing him. The only way to save him is to squeeze him into your hot pussy and let him cum in you!"

The skunkette snorted, giggling hysterically.

"Was that supposed to turn me on or something?" Ashly questioned, wrinkling her nose. "Cuz it didn't..."

"Who cares?" Justin grumbled, his hand groping at his lover's cotton-ball tail. "She's right, cuz now I really gotta cum."

Ashly lied down beside him. "Oh yeah? You wanna fuck me now?" She was given a nod. "What if I wanna wait a little bit, now?"

He whimpered.

"Aww," she cooed, kissing his cheek. "How can I say 'no' to that noise? Okay, you just lie back, I'll take of you."

"Actually," Brittany interjected, "You... probably wanna let him be on top."

"Let me guess," the rabbit replied, "You're not gonna say why?" The smile she got was all the answer she needed.

"It's okay, Ash, I can be on top," he told her. "I'm horny, not tired like yesterday."

"Then scooch," she said, prodding him.

He rolled onto his hands and knees, and watched as she got into position.

She straightened the towel out, and lied on her back. She set her feet flat apart, her knees bent up and relaxed. She gazed at him expectantly.

He got into position, crawling around to get situated between her legs. Her pink flower was prominently blushing in the bed of downy white fur.

Her knees adjusted as he shimmied closer, his hand easing his tip toward her. She lifted her buttocks off the ground just a little, to give him an easier angle. She felt the tip probe her skin, before slipping into the groove of her entrance. She braced, clenching and gasping to make his entry a little tougher--but to make it more pleasant as his girth forced her resistant tunnel to stretch.

Just as he was halfway in, her gentle resistance fell away. She let out a moan as he hilted himself in her. His waist was gently snared by her thighs as he adjusted to press his lower-weight upon her a bit more.

She tried a few positions with her legs to find something comfortable while he gently churned her tunnel. Finally, she settled on lifting her feet up, nearly wrapping them around him. All the while, her body melted as his stiffness rubbed her in places that began to crave the touch more and more.

He leaned down, her palms resting on his shoulder-blades, and licked her chin. His lips found their way to hers, and they kissed sloppily, her breaths huffing from her nostrils as he picked up his pace.

His tongue vibrated from her moans, and sent flutters down his throat. He moaned back, changing from quick, shallow dips to slower, sharper thrusts. His knot was already forming, his body tingling from the stimulation only her velvety vice could provide.

"Oh Ash," he panted. "I'm... gonna cum soon," he admitted.

She chuckled. "All... pent up... didn't take you long..." she held him firmly by locking her legs together about his waist. "Gonna... pop it in... right?" She asked. "Please? I need it so bad..."

Her pleading lit a fire in his ego, helping him to ignore the irritation beginning to burn the top of his knees. His objective made known, his swollen knot began wetly squelching against her folds as he tried to thrust it in. His body shivered at the little squeaks and moans she gave, the firm flesh pushing against her clitoris with each thrust.

Finally, she loosened her legs to give him some room, and he took it readily. Rearing back, he thrust forward with a grunt, pushing at the end, and then there was a sudden, bony pop.

"Fuck! Yessss!" She cried, the gratification far outweighing the slight sting. She dug her fingernails into his back a little. "Now... cum in me right now!" She commanded.

He had only the fewest precious seconds to recover from the sudden pressure and warmth that squeezed the base of his puphood. Her instruction spurring him on, he began to quickly jab with what little room he had. Her body beneath him tensed and let out a little squeak with each jab of his tip against her cervix.

At first it was a bit uncomfortable, but then she thought of how he was touching the entrance of her most girlish place, even trying to sneak inside. She squeezed her legs about him again, aiding his thrust, and helping to coax him through.

She felt the gentle sting and wonderful feeling of dilation as that tight little suction-cup was pried open. She held her orgasm at bay as best she could, reveling in this feeling of such tight and complete coupling. And then, she could feel the rhythmic pulses of his shaft that were accompanied by his adorable, boyish grunts of satisfaction as he with her what felt right and warm.

Something... was different.

She held her breath to concentrate and push the bubbling pleasure that threatened to send her into a seizing mess. She could feel it. A little tickle of warmth deep inside her tummy. It grew... and grew... She curled her toes, and gritted her teeth. A pang of something like worry or fear hit her.

There was more... more than she could recall. The tickle became a pressure, and she felt a sense of bloating. He was still flowing, and not the little dribble like she was used to--a full on stream.

"How you feeling?"

The rabbit gasped, opening her eyes and glancing to the voice.

Brittany was lying on her side, watching the rabbit's expression. "Feeling a little full?" The expression on the rabbit's face said it all. She chuckled.

Ashly then felt the weirdest feeling of all. Amidst the pressure deep within her, she felt some of it begin to weep out of her cervix, and into her channel. The distinct tickle of the leaking sent her over the edge.

The wolf pup lay limp upon the rabbit, his weight helping to naturally subdue her convulsions. But nothing could subdue the way she kneaded his puphood, all the way from base to tip. His body shocked from the pleasure, twitching and quivering as she used his tender flesh as a catalyst to ride out her throes of pleasure.

For several moments, the room was silent.

He was the first to rouse. Somehow, despite the exertion, he felt a sense of energy. Though, somewhere deep behind the base of his puphood, something felt tired and almost a little sore.

His tip moved as he tried to lie on his side, and he felt some of his seed trickle down the side of his shaft. In her tunnel, it did not cool and harden as it would on her fur; it stayed slippery and warm.

"D--don't move," she grumbled. "Keep... keep it inside."

He chuckled. "We're tied. I couldn't pull out even if I wanted to."

"No... I mean..." She let out a weak moan. "Your cum... It's so..."

"Increases volume, consistency, and potency," came the vixen's voice.

The tied couple looked toward her, Ashly having to see only out of the corner of her eye. As soon as she was spotted, the vixen proffered something in her hand.

The rabbit reached out with a weak limb, her fingers clutching the bottle. She brought it between her and the wolf.

The bottle was primarily white, with blue text. A prominent depiction of a sperm surrounded the words Cum-Splosion, with the words Super Semen on the top and bottom. But this was pretty much all the two could read, as their eyes were too weary to focus on the smaller text.

"What is it?" The pup asked.

"It's the pill you took last night, duh." The vixen said, stealing the bottle from the rabbit's limp grasp. "Basically, think about how much cum you've squirted into your girlfriend since you two started fucking; then, imagine squirting it all into her at once."

His spine quivered as Ashly let out a shuddering groan, her muscles bearing down on him for a full three seconds.

"She's right," the rabbit panted from the wave of pleasure. "I feel... like I'm stuffed..." She started to move. "Get... on top of me again," she said to her lover.

Justin moved to roll her back over, the tension at the base of his puphood pulling just a bit. He lifted up when he felt her hand snaking between them. He watched as she rested her hand over her navel, and then pushed down with her fingers.

"Whoa..." She sighed, as she felt the gentle swelling at her fingertips, and the peculiar changes in pressure within her womb. "Feel," she told him, taking his hand and guiding it to the spot. "Push down, and rub a little."

He timidly pressed his fingers at first, feeling nothing. When she told him to press more, he did so. There was a kind of resistance beneath the downy fur at his fingertips, that he could only tell because of the way more of his semen trickled about his tip, deep within her.

"It feels..." she tried to explain, for the others in the room. "Kinda like I hafta pee real bad... but," she giggled, reaching up and tracing her lover's clavicle. "I wanna keep it all in..."

"'Least for now ya can," the vixen said, standing up. "C'mon, Kay," she beckoned her own lover. "While those two are all 'tied up.' This time, I'll take the white one."

The twins' ears perked, and they glanced out from their cuddle-ball.

Alexis tried to scurry away, but Kailey managed to pin her down after just a few moments.

Meanwhile, the vixen pet the kitten on the sectional, and then coaxed her back into a bit of a cuddle. But, Brittany guided her muzzle towards one of her barely-maturing nipples. "Suckle," she offered.

The kitten let out a whimper, blushing in hesitation for a moment. But the shushing of the vixen and gentle petting of the back of her head ignited her will to indulge her habit.

The vixen gasped when the kitten latched on, and groaned with satisfaction at the little tugs that came with the activity.

"Uncle! Uncle!" The black kitten called out, squirming underneath the skunkette.

Kailey lifted up just enough to get the kitten to roll over on her back, before scooting her pelvis back and smothering the kitten's muzzle with her nectar-slathered flower. "Now say it," she teased.

The kitten did so, and then lashed her rough tongue over the skunkette's clitoris, delighting at having the power to make the older girl squirm and squeal. The favor was returned, and she spread her legs wide to give access to her ever-eager cutie.

"Mmm..." The vixen sighed, adjusting herself and the kitten to lie more comfortably together. "I could do this all day..." she thought aloud, her hand broadly stroking the feline's back. After a few strokes, her hand traveled further, and she adjusted once again so that the kitten's thighs straddled hers, their mounds bumping and settling against one another. "I heard somewhere," the vixen teased, her fingers tracing the back of the girl's left thigh, "that petting a kitten scientifically helps you relax..."

Lauren spasmed, the light touch to her folds both embarrassingly pleasant, and making her mind yearn for more.

"And right now, I'm feeling super tense," Brittany teased, her fingertip rubbing the kitten's sensitive flesh toward the clitoral hood.

Lauren's body tensed, and her suckling hastened, and her legs hiked up a few more inches to open herself up more.

The vixen loved the bipolar reactions; the way the kitten felt so reluctant on one level, and yet so willing on another. So much like someone she had found a fondness for, who was now moaning and taunting the other sister with a face-bath of feminine cum.

"How about the other one? It needs attention, too."

The kitten released the current nipple, pert and with a reddened, swollen areola. The change from one nipple to the other was accompanied by a change at her groin. The finger that tenderly stroked and teased her petals found the little hole that was still coated in a bit of coconut-oil, and easily slid in deep.

"Nothin' says the tense little kitty can't get some relaxation, too." Brittany smiled, her heart and pleasure swelling as Lauren's lips wrapped about her right nipple. She began gently rubbing her finger around in the girl's slippery tunnel. The flesh was mostly smooth, save for a few spots where it was less smooth or even a bit bumpy. "You're sis is having fun," she said.

The kitten's head tilted so that her eyes could see. She saw her sister's legs underneath the skunkette, held up at the backs of the knees. The noises they made as their tongues worked over and in each other's girlhoods made the kitten squirm with bashfulness.

The vixen chuckled. "Little feistier than you like, huh?" She asked, rhetorically. "I understand. Going slow and calm is just as fun as going fast and hard; and it's nice to have it a little both ways."

The kitten released the nipple, resting her cheek on the vixen's plush chest-tuft. She mewed, wrapping her arms around Brittany in a loose hug.

"Y'know," the vixen said, amidst the orgasmic moans of the kitten's sister, "If us being around makes you too nervous, I'm sure none of us would mind if you asked for some alone-time with Justin.

The kitten squeezed bashfully.

"I'll ask for you if you want. Maybe, instead of my finger, we can work you up to letting Justin's dick enjoy your little cutie while you suckle one of us." She sighed with the thought. "It'd probably be Ashly, but I'd love to be a part of that."

On the floor, Kailey finally hit her own climax, giving the kitten the dose of nectar she promised a little while ago.

"You wanna cum, too?" The vixen asked.

Lauren nodded.

Without a word, Brittany slipped her finger free from the girl's nethers. She brought it to her muzzle, licking it clean. Then, she coaxed the kitten to crawl up a bit further, to give her hand a better angle. Nose-to-nose, Brittany stuck her thumb out, and lined it up.

Ashly and Justin snuggled on the floor, listening to the heavy breathing of their black-furred friends, and the sloppy noises and mews as the other twin was fingered. They stroked each other's backs, still basking in their afterglow even after so many minutes had passed.

If her orgasms didn't give her such an overwhelming dose of pleasure, the fifteen minutes or so she was forced to keep her lover's penis in her would be the best part of it all. It wasn't like she was at all opposed to it; but something about it being a situation she couldn't undo on her own terms once it was done made her feel... his.

Something about the way his knot kept him sealed within her, his tip kissing the very back of her feminine flesh, until he was ready to soften, almost made her want to straddle him and keep going right where they left off. But after the pleasure died down, she was raw and sore, and that was the only thing that kept her from doing just that.

Maybe someday.

Brittany cooed and congratulated as the kitten reached her climax, sending a burst of her feminine perfume through the room.

"Don't fall asleep," the vixen warned. "You don't wanna miss when Justin pulls out."

"Why not?" The black kitten spoke up, she and the skunkette recovered from their play.

"You'll see." Brittany replied.

Ashly gave Justin a squint and wrinkle of her nose to express her thoughts on the matter.

He chuckled, and nuzzled her.

"I don't want you to leave." She whispered into his ear. "Ever." She squeezed.

He shivered. "Me neither," he replied, "but I gotta pee, sometime."

She chuckled. "Okay, okay. I'll give you that one." She kissed his cheek. "How much longer, you think?"

"Just wait for the ding." Kailey said, coming up with Alexis to sit by them.

"Yeah," the kitten giggled. "Ding! Toast is ready."

"It's not on a timer," the pup admonished. "And it doesn't ding."

"Hmm..." The kitten lifted her feet with her hands, rolling back a little and unabashedly showing off her dew-soaked cunny. "What sound does it make when it cums?"

"One might ask," the vixen said, in a philosophical manner, "What... does the cock say?"

"No." The rabbit rejected, amidst the skunkette's and kitten's laughter and giggles, "No. No. Just no. Not at all. Take it back."

"No taksies-backsies," Brittany taunted.

"Ugh!" Ashly groaned. "Thanks a lot guys! He's getting soft."

It was the part she hated worst of all, and about the most dissatisfying feeling. First came that little quiver, and then the firm flesh that so gratifyingly stretched her tunnel began to feel more tender. The slight ache of his knot forcing her entrance taught receded, leaving her feeling a little tingly and loose. And the tip that tickled her cervix receded, leaving her girlish flesh to make do with its own warmth and comfort.

"Laur, Laur, c'mon, let's go!" Brittany shook the kitten alert. They both fumbled off the couch, crawling on hands and knees toward the couple.

"What's the hurry?" Kailey asked.

"The best part," the vixen replied, her tail shimmying excitedly.

The rabbit immediately felt another new sensation as the wolf began to depart her silken vice: the tip that held his semen in at her internal barrier was all that had kept it in. It trickled out steadily, but gave her only the feeling of something slowly leaking out. It made her shiver with a weird sense of pleasure.

"Cover your cutie, Ash," the vixen instructed.

The rabbit did so, but not because she was told.

"C'mon, stand up," Brittany said, getting behind the rabbit to coax her to a sit, and then a stand.

"This better be freaking worth it," the rabbit said with a blush as she got to her feet, her knees close together to further secure her privates. But the vixen coaxed her heels and thighs apart, leaving her standing with only her hands to keep her modest as everyone looked up at her.

"Okay, now spread your pussy wide... Make room for Lauren, guys."

The others scooted away just a bit, and Justin ushered Lauren to get closer, despite her reluctance. He managed to convince her by sitting just behind her, with her nearly underneath the rabbit's flower.

Feeling a bit bashful, but nonetheless fighting it off to try and prove her confidence against the vixen, Ashly used her fingers to peel her labia aside, opening the entrance of her vagina to the others.

"Everybody ready?" Brittany asked. "Cuz here we go..." She rested her fist just between the rabbit's mound and navel, and then pushed inward with a bit of force. She was met with a few protests, but she ignored them, focused on her task. All she had to do was start the flow and then...

"Nnngh!?" The rabbit grunted against another press of her rival's fist. She felt the swollen pocket of semen in her suddenly quiver, and then the little trickle suddenly gave way to a much larger flow.

"Oh whoa," Kailey uttered. "Is that his...?"

Ashly looked down at the others as they watched, and she felt the sticky, boyish essence slide out of her girlhood hole and down her right thigh.

"This, boy and girls," the vixen said, "is called a creampie."

"Hang on Ash!" The skunkette said, and dashed off to their bags. She squatted by Brittany's, unzipping it, and shuffled through it. She found what she was looking for, and quickly dashed back. She opened up the compact mirror, holding the other side in place as she angled it so the rabbit could see.

Just as Ashly was able to get a good look at her own cunny, leaking the creamy, white semen, a large glob took up nearly the entire hole of her canal. She could feel it as it snagged and caught, the large mass threatening to fall. Either from the sensation, or to encourage it, her pelvic muscles squeezed.

The glob of semen drooped down on a kind of strand, that broke and would have fallen to the ground had the little white kitten's paws not been in place to catch it. Lauren looked at the cream-colored dollop that had splattered on the inside of both her palms. It was still warm, and still a little runny. It smelled of boyish musk and feminine perfume, that sent her judgment flying out the window.

She licked her palms.

"Um... sis, you sure about that?"

The kitten looked up. "Mh!--Sure about what?" She questioned.

"I know ya like to eat it but... that was in her... y'know... whatever-it's-called?"

Lauren blushed. "Uh... I... I didn't mean to... I j-just..." As her mind reeled with embarrassment, a pair of arms wrapped about her tummy. Something warm, slippery, and soft rested against her sensitive petals.

"it's okay," Justin said. "Right, Ash?"

"Sure," the bunny was quick to reply. "If you want more... there's still plenty in there..."

The kitten felt the wolf's dick twitch as it stiffened along her folds. She reached beneath her, and pressed him firmly against her moist slit. "Do you... like it when I eat your stuff?" she asked.

"Hm?" He looked down at her, feeling her fingertips hold his sex-drenched length against her girlhood. He leaned down, kissing her temple. "If you like it, I love it," he said placing his hands on her hips to hold her steady as he gently ground his puphood along her petals.

She bit her lower lip, and let him go to lean forward, departing from his pelvic gestures. She scooted beneath the rabbit. "Want me to... y'know?" She asked.

"I'm just gonna wash it off, otherwise," the rabbit replied.

Licking her lips, the kitten leaned in and extended her tongue toward the rabbit's inner-thigh, collecting what had gathered there.

Ashly quivered at the ticklish tongue, but managed to stay balanced as the kitten finally made her way to the prize. The rabbit moved her hands to rest on the kitten's head, breathing heavily as the kitten helped to coax and clean the leftover semen that still trickled from deep within her feminine chamber.

"While that's going on," the vixen said, pressing her hand to the wolf's chest and pushing him back onto his rear. She crawled atop him, forcing him to lie down so she could sit on his stomach. She gripped his penis in her hand, and lifted her pink and pouting flower hover it over his tip. "I hope you've got enough cream in there to make another pie..."