Laundry
So this is pretty much the first furry anything that I ever wrote, but a lot of my other sample size is pretty personal, so, you know, whatever.
I was told to look into publishing more of it, so here we are.
Thale had been doing her laundry.
For the time being, since Revi wasn't exactly up for doing all of it at present, everyone had taken their loads upon themselves. Something was getting him down, but in typical Revi fashion, he'd clammed up and didn't want to talk about it. Carmine had tried to talk to him, had encouraged Thale to do the same, but it had been difficult to even get him to engage in conversation.
It was made clear that he still loved Thale, but he just couldn't do things as well as he normally could. So she was doing it herself.
Carmine had speculated that anxiety had been eating him. Revi had mentioned the potential for something to go terribly wrong at work, but he hardly ever talked about work, and refused to disclose what exactly it was that could go horribly wrong. Thale hoped he wasn't hiding something larger, but he tended to try to deal with problems as they arose if he could, so she was pretty sure that wasn't the case, or at least as sure as she could be. But her own anxiety, though somewhat mediated by therapy and medication, still had its way of worming her into her mind. She worried sometimes that it was an affair, but he always managed to toss that one out the window with his actions. He'd said before that he wouldn't be able to juggle the affections of that many people. It was in jest, of course, but there was a grain of truth to it. It took him long enough to get used to the concept of threesomes with Carmine. Hell, it took him a long time to get used to Carmine at all, but Carmine was something of an outlier biologically speaking from the starting gate. Not everybody was comfortable just having sex with borderline Lovecraftian rabbits, in Carmine's own words.
Revi came home from work a little more stressed than he usually appeared as she was putting in the second load. He sat on the couch next to her, running his fingers through his fur like he did when he got frustrated. Thale gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, motioning for him to turn his back toward her.
While her paws were mostly made for digging and such, she could still give a pretty mean backrub. They worked their way into the tense muscles of his shoulders, rubbing small circles into his fur. The knots in his shoulders began to loosen and dissipate, his head nodding forward slightly as a contented sigh escaped his lungs.
"Is that good?" Thale asked.
Revi nodded slightly, the motion hardly perceptible from her distance. She slid one paw down to his thigh, the other scratching gently behind his ears. Revi's eyes closed, his head tipping back into the contact, leaning gently into Thale and smiling.
"Are you alright?"
"Better now," Revi said.
"How have things been?" she asked, and Revi let out a soft, pitiful whine. Thale had heard it more times than she'd have liked. It happened whenever he felt overwhelmed, when he had no idea where to go, when there was nothing he thought he could do. When he felt as helpless as a kit, and couldn't stop himself from emulating in the same way. It broke Thale's heart to hear every time she did.
"Is there anything I can do?" she asked. Revi pondered this for a while.
"I don't think so," he said as Carmine sauntered through the doorway. God damn it, Carmine was naked again. Revi blinked, then gave him a short nod. "Hey."
"Hey," Carmine replied. "I have an idea."
"What?" he asks, and then Carmine's tentacles are pseudo-scratching him behind the ears and massaging his shoulders simultaneously, and Revi's eyes closed again. Thale was a little astounded at how quickly Carmine could get Revi to look so at peace, but she wasn't going to question it. At least not until later.
Then again, Carmine probably wasn't about to disclose anything, as the bunny was almost entirely shrouded in mystery. Carmine didn't even really live with them most of the time, hopping from place to place and getting with more people than she could count. Just the rabbit's sex drive, she supposed. As long as the rent got paid, she didn't really care what Carmine's free time involved. And, well, she'd admit that she preferred it when sometimes the free time involved Revi and herself like it did now.
"I'd like you to relax," Carmine said, and Revi's body grew heavy in Thale's lap as his muscles went slack, his head leaning back into her chest, his arms limp and loose by his sides as Carmine continued to work on massaging him. "Good. It's so easy for you to drift, drift back down, and go into a nice, deep, peaceful state." One of his tentacles gently squeezed the base of Revi's neck, and he relaxed even further, which Thale hadn't even really thought was possible. "You're doing very well. Open your eyes, please."
Normally, that wouldn't go very well, but Carmine had done this a frankly ludicrous number of times by this point, and as such Revi was very used to letting go and dropping down, especially with the trigger he'd been given. As such, he opened his eyes, and the look was not quite glassy or distant as it sometimes would be, but dreamy instead. He felt good. It wasn't hard to tell.
"I want you to give Thale oral," Carmine said, and Revi nodded attentively. "Her pleasure will go straight to your dick, and when she finishes up with her orgasm, you'll do the same immediately after. Thale, might want to get your pants off now."
As she undressed, Thale noticed that she was already extraordinarily wet. The couch had seen more action than it honestly should have, but she didn't mind. She quite liked it, actually, as it was out in the open to a degree, and it was a bit hot to think that someone else, someone not from their apartment, might notice the smell or the remnants of her fluids on the couch and know just what they'd been up to. It was absolutely filthy. She loved it.
Carmine sat down in the armchair, his legs over one armrest and his head against the other, watching with a marginally devious sort of curiosity.
Revi took off his pants and boxers first, simultaneously, his half-erect penis springing free of its confinements. Thale thanked her lucky stars they'd already been through that fiasco. The first time they'd had sex while he was like this, he'd completely forgotten about taking off his clothing and had been too embarrassed to do anything afterward but sit in his room for three hours. Since then, every time they'd remembered, he'd been instructed to remove his clothing first. It had eventually gotten into his mind that he was supposed to take his clothes off before doing anything that could get him worked up. Which was good.
He pressed his snout between Thale's legs, carefully circling the inside of her vulva, which felt... surprisingly good. His tongue was warm, just like the rest of him, and his breath moreso. It felt strange, but she'd always loved that sort of strange.
Revi circled for quite a while, seeming to have transfixed himself with the motion, before drawing his tongue back and lapping at Thale's clit like it was water. Though, considering how aroused she'd been getting, she had to assume he'd been consuming quite a bit of her juices. She'd been pretty pent-up for a while, so when he started the quick and light motions, she almost felt herself crest right away. It wasn't quite so sudden as it was unexpected, but it still got her a whole lot further than she was expecting it to.
As Revi worked with Thale's clit, she found herself noticing that his dick was growing progressively more and more stiff, his tongue stuttering slightly, his body shuddering. He looked so dazed, so lost in his own pleasure that he hardly even remembered what he was doing. He drew back slightly, looking a little confused about what was going on, looking from Thale to Carmine and back again.
Thale felt a bead of sweat roll down her back as she gently pushed Revi's muzzle between her legs again. He seemed to re-focus as she did, and resumed the stimulation where he'd left off.
Mere seconds later, Thale's tongue lolled out of her mouth as she started panting. "God. Keep going. Please. You're almost there, god, this is so good--!"
Carmine giggled, and she'd have shot the rabbit a look if she hadn't been building up to an orgasm. She always got pretty wordy and loud when she was on the verge, and Carmine had always thought it was amusing for who knows what reason.
Then two digits parted through her slick entrance as Revi's tongue continued stimulating her clit, and that pushed her over the edge.
"Revi, oh my god," she moaned, panting, "please, god, Revi, ah!"
As her own orgasm waned and the afterglow wrapped its way around her mind, Revi took a breath, heaved, and came, his entire body shuddering under the weight of his own orgasm. He collapsed onto Thale's inner thigh, one of his paws still next to her leaking vagina, the other resting on the couch near her ass on the other side of her leg. His orgasm seemed almost violent in comparison, though the look on his face--one of the purest bliss that one could imagine--said otherwise.
Carmine stood up with a smirk and headed toward the bathroom.
Thale sat Revi up, still dazed and smiling slightly, and Carmine cleaned up after him after returning with a wet washcloth. Not that he couldn't have done it himself, but all parties preferred it when Revi was allowed to maintain the state instead of immediately being forced to deal with the repercussions.
He was allowed to wake not long after, and when he did, he smiled, and that smile was like a bright, warm beam of sunlight after months of winter. Thale couldn't stop herself from mirroring the gesture.
"Thank you," Revi said. "Both of you. For everything."
Thale wrapped her arms around Revi, pulling him in close, and let her heartbeat send him into sleep.
The laundry would just have to wait.