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Brittany breathed huskily.

"Feel how sopping wet you are?" Came the low, lustfully growling voice behind her. "Might even be wetter than Kailey."

The chains rattled as she lifted her butt up higher as his fingertips entered her tunnel, hooked, and tugged in that direction. She was handcuffed to the computer chair, her muzzle gagged by the tennis-ball.

Her tail was snagged, pulling her up so that she was on her tip-toes. She shivered when she felt his nose press into her petals, and the air rush into his nostrils.

"You're such a horny bitch, aren't you?"

She let out her breath.

"Aren't you?" He growled.

"Mmmmmh!" She moaned into the tennis ball. Her tail was tugged again, and her feet stepped up, exposing her even more.

"Look at this little cutie," he said with a mischievous tone. "It's so open and exposed. I can do anything I want to it, and you couldn't stop me--and no one's here to help you, either."

She let out a fluttery, whimpering breath.

"I can stare at it all I want," he said, his voice smiling. "I can tickle it..."

She squirmed as she felt his fingertips barely touching her sensitive flesh.

"And look at this," he growled. "Such a sweet looking cherry..."

"Hmmmmffffffh!" She squealed, her body going limp in his clutches as his lips wrapped around her clitoris, and he drew away with a heavy amount of suction, popping off of her. Tears left her eyes, but she shivered in pleasure as her button throbbed, exposed to the open air.

"But, I know what a horny wet bitch like you wants."

She moaned as she felt his tip rub over her vulva.

"Hm? What's that? You want me to fuck you?"

"Mmm-hmm," she moaned.

"You want me to go all the way in until I poke into your suction cup?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"You want me to plug you up with my knot and fill you up with so much cum that it gushes out when I leave?"

"Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm!" She moaned with exasperation.

"Psh." He spread her petals and spat into them. "You don't sound like you're all that interested in me doing that."

"Mmm-mm-mm!"

"You'll have to convince me better than that." He dropped her tail, and leaned over her, resting his chin over her shoulder and looking her in the eye. His tip was lined up with her entrance, just barely resting against her aching flesh. "I don't hear you begging like the bitch you are."

"Hmmm! Hmmmmmmm!" She tried to plea.

"Hm?" He questioned, leaning his ear to her gagged muzzle, and in doing so probing her vestibule with his tapered tip. "What was that?"

"Pmmmmf! Pmmmf fmmph mf!"

"Hmph. Fine, I won't fuck you, then."

She let loose a fury of whimpering and whining as he lifted off of her and his tip receded. She squirmed and writhed, the chains clanking and rattling with her motions. Then, abruptly, she bellowed a gratified moan as his dick speared her to the hilt in one smooth motion.

She squirmed under him, and he rested his arm on the back of her neck, pinning her down.

"Stay still, bitch." He ordered. "I want you to beg with your cutie. Show me how badly she wants my knot."

The vixen bore down on the wolf, using all of her focus and muscles to constrict his dick within her silken vice. Her heart thundered as he grunted and strained, petting her head.

"Good bitch," he complimented. "I can feel your heart beating down here... Can you feel mine?"

She nodded.

"I'm ready to blow, can you feel?" He nudged forward, letting her feel his knot. "Want it, bitch?"

She writhed, vocalizing her desires.

"It's against the rules, remember?"

She closed her eyes, lurching as she cried.

"But..." He lowered his lips to her ears, and nipped the right one.

Her hackles raised as she silenced and tensed.

"If you promise to be my little slutty, horny bitch, and let me do whatever I want with you, whenever I want..." He pressed forward with his hips, giving her a constant, teasing pressure by parting her outer petals with his bulb. "I'll knot you so tight you'll be crawling for a week."

She gave in, fervently agreeing with as many grunts and moans as she could, even going so far as to try and nuzzle him with her cheek.

"All right, my little cutie-slave," he said, nipping her other ear. "On the count of three, you'll be a real woman. Ready?"

"Hmmm..."

"One..."

She closed her eyes and rested her cheek on the ground.

"Two..."

Tears trickled from her lids, and her heart fluttered in her chest.

"Two-and-a-half..."

She bore down on him, intent on making this the tightest, snuggliest, most intimate tie he'd ever felt--maybe even so much that he'd prefer her.

"Shre--rrrngh!" Her eyes fluttered open.

She was sweating terribly. Her left nostril was plugged, and her mouth was parched. Her cheeks were on fire, and her blood was boiling. She threw off the covers, and shivered as the cool air blowing from her overhead fan caught her soaked fur.

She rested a hand over her heart, her fingertips touching her bare chest. She wore nothing but her underwear to bed, especially since she had been masturbating regularly. Her heart was thundering, like she had just finished running in P.E.

Her hand slid down her cream-white tummy, and slipped into the loose-fitting pair of panties she wore to bed. Her fingertips grazed over her clitoris, and she gasped. It was swollen and exposed, and with the touch came the recollection of her dream. Her fingers went lower, and she quickly understood why she was so dehydrated.

She pulled her hand up, and sniffed, just to make sure she had not pissed herself. But the scent was most definitely musky.

She must have cummed in her sleep.

But, she still felt so horny.

Horny little bitch.

She shivered at the Justin that spoke to her in her mind. She rolled to her side, and shimmied to the edge of the bed. The clock said it was the middle of the morning, and for sure her parents were deep asleep.

She reached into the top drawer of her nightstand, and pulled out the tennis-ball gag. She secured it around her head, and sighed with delight. She dipped her hand into the drawer again, and pulled out the pink rabbit-vibrator.

She shimmied back to the center of the bed, and slipped her panties off. Spreading her legs wide she scooted back so that her upper-back was propped up by her pillows and the headboard.

She slipped the dildo into her sopping folds, lined up the butterfly-wings with her peeking clit, and closed her eyes.

She turned it on to the lowest setting.

* * *

Monday was boring, so they had decided that on that day they would be wearing their full outfits when Justin arrived after school.

Then came Topless Tuesday, the only day that they could come up with a fun little name for. They wore whatever they wanted around their hips, but their chests and nipples were completely laid bare for their excited wolf's eyes. Although, they had gotten a bit distracted with trying on Brittany's training bra.

Wednesday, today, was skirt day. They could wear whatever they wanted up top--if they wanted--but they had to have an open skirt or dress around their waist. Undies optional.

Thursday would be pajama day, which excluded outright wearing underwear or being naked.

Friday would be comfy day, where they would wear sexy or comfortable underwear.

Saturday would be naked day, or free-day; they hadn't quite decided.

Sunday would actually be a break day. This was Justin's own idea, that they didn't do anything naughty on that day; for no other reason than just to give himself a break, and to make sure their activities didn't arouse suspicion for whatever reason. Plus, that was already the day they finished up their weekend homework on.

The whole idea of themed days was fun and all, but Justin also felt it was kind of silly. No matter what, they would all wind up naked; with wet cuties, and his cum squirting somewhere. But, the girls seemed to delight in dressing up for him in different ways, and having to take their garments off.

When he arrived, the girls were watching TV.

Alexis and Lauren were both wearing sundresses. Lauaren was lying with her head upon Brittany's lap. Alexis sat at the crux of the sectional, with her knees up so that her dress pooled about her waist and her petite mound was on full display.

Kailey was wearing a gray tank-top with a frayed jean-skirt. She sat next to Ashly, who was wearing a form-fitting turquoise dress with a modest knee-length skirt. It covered the rabbit fairly well, even if she wasn't sitting like a lady.

Brittany was topless, her nipples showing through her creamy chest-fur. She was actually wearing the most modest skirt of them all, the hem settling over her shins.

After surveying his girls, the wolf pup dropped his backpack with the others by the side of the door, and padded over to the spot between Kailey and Alexis, all the while smiling at the kitten as she pulled her skirt up and widened her knees to ensure she was giving him a nice good look.

He settled on the couch with a stretch, aware that his penis was poking at his gym shorts, tenting them. He did nothing to hide it, even as it became more pronounced, possibly because Alexi's giggling let him know they could clearly see it.

Lauren was the one to move, however. They had gotten used to quietly watching TV for a little bit before starting. Once he arrived, one of the girls would help make their wolf comfortable until the shows were finished by stripping him down and idly playing with his boyhood.

The white kitten in blue sundress stretched over the vixen's lap, her paws reaching beyond the headrest and grasping and clutching at the air. She then sat up, and changed to crawl on hands and knees over the couch. She paused at her sister, whose heels were a little in the way.

Alexis scooted back, and widened her knees all the more so that her thighs were butter-flyed, her pink slit pronouncedly visible below her mons.

Lauren grinned, and took the opportunity to tease her vulnerably exposed sister. She dipped her muzzle to her sister's muff, and gave it a loving, tender lick.

Alexis's knees twitched at the touch of her sister's tongue, and she let out a squeak.

Lauren pressed her lips to her sister's, her tongue pressing firmly to the tender pink flesh. She slipped it into the crease, nudging the petals aside as her tongue-tip traced up and down a few times, teasing the opening of her sister's channel, before settling into the vestibule of her sister's vagina proper. She waited a few seconds, before her rough tongue slid in, probing around the soft, subtly bumpy-textured flesh.

All the while Alexis moaned and gasped in pleasure, weakly holding her sister's muzzle in place with a hand between the white kitten's ears.

The tent in Justin's shorts became more akin to a monument. His puphood twitched and surged at the squelches and vocalizations, to the point where being restrained by his clothing was actually getting uncomfortable. But, he did nothing to ease his comfort--it was much more enjoyable to have one of the girls do that for him.

The other girls' eyes were focusing more on the incestuous actions than the TV, and they shifted and adjusted to get more comfortable, as if to start touching themselves, but no fingers went to any flowers.

"Sissy, don't be mean..." The black kitten whined when her sister receded. Then, she let out a squeal of pleasure as Lauren latched onto where her clitoris was, and suckled three times, before popping off. "You're such a jerk!" She growled, followed by panting and turning her chin to rest her cheek against the back of the couch as she relaxed in exhaustion.

"Love you too, sissy-boo," the white kitten said, her tail flicking up as she continued to the other side, and knelt beside the wolf pup. She lightly rested her hand over his tented shorts, and her muzzle went to his ear. "Like it when I play with my sissy, huh?" She whispered. He twitched for her in response, and she giggled. She receded from his ear, and adjusted her knees so that they were a bit apart, lifting her rump up so that she was upright from the knees up. She then lifted her dress up.

She wore purple panties with a flower-bed design. Across the bottom and up to the middle, there were light pink vertical strokes that gave the impression of grass, where near to her waist the dark purple looked like the grass tips and the light purple was the background above the grass. Little flowers, yellow, blue, and orange, dotted her mound and thighs.

"Those are cute," he complimented, reaching his finger toward her.

She pushed her pelvis forward, to give him that much better vantage to touch.

His fingertip traced over the soft cotton, and he pulled down the tiny elastic band in the dark-purple trim at the top. The underwear wrinkled a little as he exposed her nearly down to her clitoral hood. He released the elastic, setting it back into place, and his finger traced over the cotton, to the left trim that ran down the side of her mound. His fingertip went further to her crotch, where the panties wrinkled a little from the way they settled over her vulva. He peeled it aside, exposing only her vulva, a peek of her mound, and the white, downy fur on that side.

She smiled and giggled at him, delighting that he was taking the time to appreciate her cutie in a sneaky way. His gaze want back to meet hers, and after a few heartbeats he drew toward her. Catching the drift, she met him halfway, their muzzles bumping together before pressing and kissing. She allowed his tongue into her mouth, letting out a light, squeaky croak as he lapped at hers and rubbed his fingertip over her slit.

The kiss lasted a moment before he broke away, and replaced the crotch her underwear over her vulva. "I could almost taste Lexi," he said with a smile.

She met his smile back, and licked her lips. "I get to taste her every night," she remarked, hands dropping her dress and going for his shirt. He raised his arms, and she lifted it up off of him, tossing it over the back of the sectional. She rested her hands on his thigh, slinking her shoulders to look cute, and asked in a whisper: "Can I taste you?"

"You don't gotta ask," he replied.

She leaned over his tent, her lips hovering over it, and her hands went to his waist. She peeled it off, enough to get his penis to settle against his stomach. She placed her nose near, getting a big whiff.

Her face wrinkled.

He tensed at her expression, and the way she balked, but tried not to look like it. "What's the matter?"

"Uhm," she used a finger to rub her nose. "I uh... just... did you... sweat a lot today?"

His ears dipped. "Oh... yeah... the AC wasn't working too well in the gym, but they made us run laps anyway..."

She slowly took in a deep breath.

"Is it bad?" He asked, meekly.

"It usually smells a li'l sweaty... but this time it's... kinda stinky, too..." She admitted.

He squirmed with embarrassment. "Okay... I'll... I'll be right back," he mumbled, getting off the couch. He dashed over toward the door, not even caring that his shorts and briefs were a little uncomfortable half-pulled down and exposing his penis. But, just as his hand rested on the knob and he pulled it open, a sharp bark made him flinch and stall.

"Hey!" The rabbit called. The skunkette moved so she could get up off the couch. She stood, her ankles popping as she padded over to her lover. "C'mon, let's go," she ushered, placing a hand on his rump and pushing gently.

He led her out into the hall, her hand still cupping his left butt-cheek. Quietly, they made their way to the bathroom, flicking on the light when they arrived.

She shut the door behind them, but didn't lock it in case one of the other girls needed to use it. "Peel these off," she said, squatting down and tugging his shorts down. She gave him a sniff, "Whew, yeah... it's a little ripe today," she giggled, fanning it.

"Sorry," he grumbled, ashamed.

"Don't be," she reassured. "You didn't smell me when I was stinky before we made love." She gave the underside of his tip a quick peck. "It was worse, trust me."

He grumble-whined, "don't kiss it if it's yucky," he remarked.

She stood up. "I get to do what I want," she admonished. "Cuz I love you." She pressed her nose against his, and then stood expectantly. When he didn't make any move, she shrugged and patted her sides. "Well... she ain't gonna strip herself."

He twitched, and his hands went to her waist. "Um... how do I...?"

"Like a shirt," she said, and brought his hand to her skirt, "just pull it up from here. But yeah, be a bit careful, don't stretch it or anything."

Heeding her warning he bunched the skirt up in his hands. The fabric was similar to the tights the twins wore, but a bit heavier. His body tingled excitedly as he delightfully exposed her from the bottom-up, a nice change from the top-down. Sure, she was wearing underwear, but seeing her tummy and then her chest made his appreciation for her stir.

He knelt between her legs as she set the dress down on the sink counter. The skimpy G-String she wore was rather plain: it had dozens of light- and dark-gray stripes going from thigh-to-thigh, and the trim was a hot-pink color. But her allure didn't come form the cute or childish print that the kittens' underwear typically had. It came in the way the fabric so barely covered her mound and petals, a tasteful tease for eyes that already held appreciation for what the garments concealed.

He gently bit the front trim of the garment, where it barely covered the left side of her mound and left the join of her thigh peeking out. He tugged it down, enough so that the string on her waist went slack, the triangle covering her mound wrinkling on that side. He went to the other, pulling it down.

She pinched her thighs together, catching the petite garment so that it didn't outright fall, and still kept her just barely modest.

His lips brushed against her downy fur, planting a few kisses in the sensitive nooks and crannies of her mound, before biting the covering of the garments proper. She released the hold her thighs had on it, and he tugged them down, pausing to inhale her feminine perfume, and happily-accidentally collecting a bit of nectar on his nose.

He lowered the garment past her knees, down her shin, and to her ankles; his chin nearly touched the rug. First one foot slipped through, then the other, but she lifted it up and he helped to slide it off. He knelt upright, underwear hanging from his muzzle, strings and coverings dangling below his chin. His tail wagged.

She giggled, petting his head. "Good puppy," she said, holding out her hand. "Give."

He let go of the garment.

She shuffled her fingers, finding the part of the garment that had covered her crotch. "Sniff," she command.

He leaned in, pressing his nose to her palm, rapidly and heartily sniffing, and then extended his tongue to lap at her palm a few times.

"Okay, okay," she rubbed the underwear against him before pulling it away. When he whimpered, she shushed him. "Bath-time for puppy, then cutie-time," she said, pressing her finger on his nose as she passed him toward the tub. She leaned over, much farther than she needed to, to turn on the faucet.

As she predicted, his nose was right up between her legs again--not that she didn't intend for it. After all, how could she blame him, when it made butterflies flutter in her tummy? Still, she kept up the charade, gasping and righting up, swiveling about and pressing a hand to the bridge of his snout. "Silly puppy," she admonished. "You can have it after bath," she repeated, stepping into the tub. She turned about, leaned over, and patted her knees. "C'mon boy, in the tub."

Breaking his doggy-like posture, he stood and stepped over the tub wall, his feet splishing in the lukewarm water that pooled in the bed of the tub as a less amount gurgled down the drain.

She stepped toward the faucet, causing him to step to the back of the tub, and then shut the shower curtain. The lighting went a bit dim, but she hoped he could still see well enough to be teased when she bent over once again to check the temperature of the stream coming out of the faucet. She even wiggled her cotton-ball puff tail, to betray any idea that her little show was accidental.

When the water seemed a good temperature, she then curled under and looked at him upside-down from between her legs. "Like what you see?" She asked.

His tail wagged, and he panted.

She stood up, giggling. "Silly puppy," she cooed, starting the shower and stepping toward him, wrapping her arms around him. As the water hissed behind her, she shared a kiss with him. She felt the spray of the water on her calves and rump, and the heat of his boyhood pressed against her, rising up from pubic mound to nearly her navel.

When she released the kiss, she eased back enough to snake a hand down and cup his masculinity. "Y'know... if you wanted to, I wouldn't have minded if you had fucked me right then, instead of just lookin' at me." She delighted in the way turned his head with a wince and surged in her hand, as if he was both ashamed she could read his lustful fantasies, and then excited by her admission about them.

"But... It's stinky," his brain tried to retort.

She laughed, and pointed at her nose. "I smell with what's up here," she responded, and then pointed down. "Not down there." She used the moment to slip behind him, her hand never leaving his genitals. "Okay, let's make you not-stinky. Under the shower," she tapped her toes against the back of his ankles to usher him on.

He stepped forward, toward the shower spray.

"You don't have to do your whole body," she remarked. "Just gotta wash my favorite part."

"Of course that's your favorite part," he chuckled.

"Uh, duh," she replied, pointing the object of discussion out so that it was caught by the stream of water. "You think I care about your noggin?" She joked.

"Well, if you told me to guess what your favorite part was, I'd figure you'd get a little upset with me if I said it was down there."

"Pffff," she sputtered her lips dismissively, rubbing his genitals to make sure the water coated them and got into the sheath. "We both know what each others' favorite parts are," she declared.

"Oh yeah?" He grinned. "You think you know me so well, huh?"

She held his balls. "If you say 'your heart,' I swear I'm going to leave right now to go to the kitchen and get a block of cheddar and a mini-cob from the fridge; cuz that'd be the cheesiest, corniest move you could make right now."

After a moment of the water hissing and spraying against his pelvis, he was let go.

"Smart move, silly puppy." She giggled, turning back to reach for the soap. She squirted a sudsy dollop on her palm, and went right back to her favorite part. "I mean, let's not kid each other." She worked the suds into his fur, sheath, and over the smooth skin, getting every inch. "My favorite part's your dick. Your favorite part's my cutie. Mouths are second-favorite."

"Are you just saying that cuz you think it'll make me wag my tail?" He questioned.

She coaxed him aside and reached up for the shower-head, detaching it from the sconce. "Nope," she replied, bringing the water closer to his crotch to give it a thorough rinse. "I just wanna be honest... or does it make her sound like a pathetic, horny doe?"

He took the shower-head from her, and made sure he got the spots that he knew were tough to get. "You're not pathetic."

"But I am a doe," she said, blushing and watching him clean himself. "And I am horny..."

Suddenly, there was a blast of warmth between her legs, and her eyes went cross. Her heart raced, the warm water splashing right against her intimacy, the individual streams tickling and igniting pleasure all about her loins. She gasped, whined, and then managed to grasp onto the pup's wrist. She moved it aside just long enough to gain the upper hand. "Bad boy!" She hissed, slapping his muzzle.

He dropped the shower-head, and it sprayed wantonly as it pushed itself around, clacking against the wall and whipping into the curtain.

It settled when she used her foot to push the knob in to dampen the flow, and then went to shut it off all the way. It bumped limply against the wall, dribbling water. It was returned to its sconce.

Water dripped off of both of them. It had sprayed on the curtain and some quite possibly escaped beyond. He sensed she wasn't happy, especially when she turned around. "I... Th-The jets in the jacuzzi... I thought..." he tried to explain, but she stepped up close to him and her hand cupped his sac. He gulped.

"I didn't like that." She said, coldly.

"I'm sorry," he winced. "I just... wanted you to feel good," he explained.

"I don't want to feel good that way," she told him, easing her threatening, but gentle, hold on his testicles. "No water-jets, no vibrators, no dildos;" she listed with growls, "I don't want anything like that anywhere near her."

He hugged her, relaxing when her hold finally changed to a tender cradling of his sac. His penis happily twitched, now leaking pre-cum onto her lower belly. "But... why not?" He asked her; an honest question. When she didn't reply right away, he elaborated, "I mean, the others do that stuff and they like it."

She rested her cheek on his shoulder. "What if... I liked the vibrators or dildos or whatever more than you?" She asked. When he didn't reply right away, she elaborated. "I'm scared that stuff will feel too good... and I don't want you to get jealous of some stupid plastic toy."

He squeezed her. "You're jealous of the other girls, aren't you?" He asked, adding: "Just a little? That's why we were in here, last time."

She grumbled. "I'm trying to be sweet, don't toss it back in my face."

He kissed her brow. "I'm sorry... I appreciate it." To try and exemplify his words, he sent a particularly intense and seconds-lasting surge to his loins, dribbling more pre onto on her tummy and cradling-hand. "What if... I used them on you? I could be the only one allowed to, I could even forbid you from doing it yours--"

"No way," she said, definitively. Her hand went from his sac to his boyhood proper. "Your dick. Your mouth. Your fingers... any part of your body. I don't want anything else."

"What about when you finger yourself?" He asked. "Or when the others--"

She huffed. "Stubborn puppy needs to stop poking holes in my words," she growled. "Fine. If you forbid it, I won't let the other girls touch me and, I won't touch myself. Only you can make me cum."

"That's not what I--"

"Uh-huh, see?" She lifted her head up and gave him a victorious squint. "Not so fun when someone plays around with what you say, is it?"

He let her go. "I'm only trying to... figure out special things, like you wanted." He explained.

"If only you could make me cum, that's pretty special," she pointed out.

"I don't like that," he remarked.

"Why not?" She asked.

"Cuz I--" He started to say, but then swallowed his words. "Okay... I get it." He said, his muzzle dipping in surrender. He swallowed, meeting her eyes. "Well... I was gonna ask if I could squeeze inside, but..." He started to reach for the curtain.

She held his hand. "Why do you need to ask?"

He looked at her, trying to translate the question. "What do you mean?"

She pulled his hand away from the curtain, setting it on her tummy, the base of his palm pressing squarely on her mound. "Sometimes I..." She blushed. "I... might like it a lot if... if you didn't ask and just..." She held his hand with both of hers, resting her rump against the tile wall and pulling it in more, rubbing his palm up and down.

"You... still want...?"

"I said..." She trailed, getting him to rethink her words.

He faced her, getting closer. "I figured... you were kinda mad at me..." He explained.

"You made up for it," she smiled. "Besides... The shower did... feel pretty good... and you're still really hard, a--mmfh..." Her words were cut off by his kiss, and her heart fluttered when his fingers touched her intimately.

He snickered.

"Mmmm?" She questioned, her inflection showing she was concerned at the break in the mood.

He receded from the kiss. "Nothing I... I thought 'wow you're really wet,' but then I remembered it's... just water," he explained, trying to hide his chuckle..

"Goofy puppy," she said, bumping his nose with hers. "She's plenty wet inside. Don't bother checking with your fingers; trust me."

"Someone's a naughty girl," he teased, the backs of his hands moving to coax her thighs aside.

"I told you," she replied. "She's a pathetically horny doe."

He rested his lips against hers. "And I told you," he licked her lips. "You're not pathetic."

She accepted his kiss, and widened her thighs with his coaxing. Her cheeks burned: he was putting her in a bit of a horse-stance, her nethers completely bare to the open air. Her heart beat faster as he squatted, too, and his tip freely rested and moved over her downy-furred mound.

He used his hands to guide his pecker, lining the tip up with his lover's warm entrance. He parted from her lips long enough to mutter: "Don't close your eyes," and then moved his pelvis upward.

"Ah--ahhhh..." She happily sighed, her lips apart and her breath escaping with relief. She started to close her eyes out of habit, desiring to lift her chin as if it was a necessary gesture to ease the pleasure off; but, then, she remembered his request and kept her eyes open and leveled with his.

He exhaled with her, his more quiet, and with purpose. He slipped inside, and at the same time their stance became more natural as he wrapped his arms about her waist, his tummy pressing against hers as he burrowed into her cunny.

She let out a squeak when he bottomed out, and committed her entire back to rest against the tile wall. It was a little cold, and wet, and made her shiver. But his penis was warm, and stiff. That made her shiver, too.

"Your cutie is definitely my favorite part," he admitted in a whisper.

"I... I kinda fibbed," she replied.

He cocked his head.

"I mean... y--your dick..." She flexed, squeezing him, and gave him a moan. "It is... my favorite part, b-but..." She whimpered.

He kissed her. "Tell me?" He pleaded.

"Your cum, too," she blurted in a whisper. "I--" She blushed, and let out another whine.

"What do you like about it?" He sensually asked, licking her cheek.

"I-It's warm... and gooey... and makes my tummy happy... and... and I want more..."

He chuckled, licking her neck and delighting in her gasp and reaction of lifting her chin to bare it for him. "I gave you plenty, yesterday."

"It doesn't last long," she whined. "It leaks out, or Lauren eats it, or it goes somewhere... I dunno... I can tell I'm cold and empty and I want some. Please?"

"Sometimes..." He smiled. "I might like it more if you didn't ask."

She reached up and grabbed the scruff of his neck, looking into his eyes. "Cum in me," she ordered.

He surged.

"But... uhm," her dominance faltered right then. "Try... try not to tie... just for now, okay?"

He nodded. "Don't close your eyes," he reminded her.

She gasped, her cheeks flushing with warmth when he started to move, and he gave her a kiss. His tongue sought hers, and she only briefly shied away before she allowed her predator to catch her so completely.

They vocalized their pleasure, vibrating one another's tongues.

Between her legs, his penis caused squelches within her every few moments, and there was a light clap from their dampened pelvises briefly meeting with his thrusts. The lewd noises embarrassed her; yet, at the same time, the added sense beyond touch, taste, smell, and sight, as evidence of their activity, sent her heart aflutter.

She tried to keep her eyes open. It was a constant battle to fight the urge to relax and close them as her instincts wanted, as if pleasure from his gentle thrusts lulled her into a satisfying trance. At best, her eyes were half-lidded, trying to keep steady with his.

Their kiss broke, and they panted, lips still loosely touching. As she let out, he took in, as if sharing the same breath back and forth.

She moaned as he pushed in and hit a particularly sensitive spot. The sudden use of her voice led into her whispering: "Slow down and suckle me."

His thrusts steadied, until he settled deep within her. He then took a half-step back, and slipped an arm to brace her back. He coaxed her to give him better vantage, and began kissing her sternum. He trailed to the right, until he found the pert bead of her latent breast.

She sucked in a breath as she felt his lips tug, drawing a shock of pleasure from the sensitive nipple. As he suckled her, steady pulses of delight tingling within her chest, she cradled and stroked the back of his head. Now and again she gripped and gently tugged on his hears with encouragement. All the while, her breaths were as if labored, especially when he began to idly churn within her loins.

"Hm-m-m... hm-m-m... hoh-oh-oh..." she occasionally let out a hum or a coo to her breathing; especially when he suckled with more intensity, pulling his muzzle back to gently draw the skin of her areola out, and at the same time pushed in to press his tip deep inside her and his knot against her peeking clitoris.

He changed nipples, leaving her right immature tit covered in saliva, blushing and gratified.

When he latched onto the nipple just shy of her heart, she squirmed, let loose a fluttery whine, and held the back of his head so that his lips pressed firmly to her, as if in fear he might detach for some reason. Her cheeks burned as he suckled and churned, making her knees tremble. She lifted her chin up, betraying his request not to close her eyes, out of instinct to help relieve the swirling delight and pleasure that made her melt.

Surely he could feel her heartbeat on his lips, so tenderly tugging on her nipple with short, rapid suckles. Then, he would begin drawing her sensitive nub taught, the act more sensitive to this nipple than the other. She began lightly rocking, her upper-body moving just a few inches forward and back, out of instinct to the rush of pleasure that trickled down her chest and tummy.

"Augh!" She groaned as he sucked, pulling back, and detached. The seal of his lips broke with a squeaky pop, and a rush of endorphins made her fur stand on end. She could only manage one eye, which lolled about despite her attempts to keep focused.

Their lips touched again, sharing a breath, and his thrusts picked up intensity. She panted heavily, feeling his knot firmly pressing into her with each push. A slight squeak came with each thrust, gently forcing the air out of her before she had a chance to fully recover.

The penetration became more deliberate. He growled, pushing in and holding it for a second or two, grinding his knot against her vulva.

She sucked in a breath, and let it out with a white-hot moan.

On the fifth time, he did not relent.

She began to moan, crescendoing as she realized his intentions. Her whole body trembled, teetering on the edge of pleasure and anticipation. She opened her eyes, locking with his. Then, all at once: her eyes went cross, her body went limp, her moan capped in a squeak, and a dull pop accompanied the slight sting and sudden expansion in her vulva.

No vocalization paired with the flood of pleasure she felt, so lost in a trance as sparkles washed over her eyes. She weakly held him, feeling hot and sensitive all over her body, and especially within her loins.

After a moment, the pleasure and sparkles ebbed, and she let out a breath she might have been holding. Her legs trembled as she tried to support herself, the wolf resting against her and just the slightest bit uncomfortably heavy.

"H--Hey," she gently roused him.

He moved, just as shakily and weakly as she. He lifted his chin from her shoulder, and both shivered at the sudden chill that came with the open air touching where their bodies once had.

They met each others' eyes for a few breaths, his hand resting upon her left immature breast while hers held him at his sides, under his armpits.

"Naughty boy," she lightly admonished.

He winced, his chin dipping. He let out a pitiful whimper.

"Shhh-sh-sh-sh-sh," she calmed, pressing her lips to the bridge of his nose. Her right hand began to move, tracing left to touch his peck, and then trailing down. Her fingertips sifted through his fur as she went toward their junction.

She split her fingers between middle and ring, and pressed her knuckles against his stomach. Sliding down, her split snugly fitted around behind his knot, gently securing the thin base of his shaft that was behind it. She pulled toward her, and he let out a soft breath over her collar.

"Naughty... knotty boy..." she said with a coo, curling her fingertips to touch the underside of his bulb to emphasize the subtle difference in the words.

Feeling brave, her hugged her. "Sorry... I know you... told me not to tie..." he apologized.

She giggled, releasing his knot and hugging him back, enjoying the warmth and fullness as his semen trickled out from his tip, pressed into her cervix. "Silly puppy. I think I said try not to," she reminded him. "I understand," she assured with a squeeze.

"Understand?" He repeated, ironically not sure what she meant.

She nuzzled his cheek. "Mm-hmm," she replied. "My cutie's just so warm and snuggly; I don't blame you if you just can't help tying it all up. I know it makes you feel the best, cuz it makes me feel the best, too." She kissed him.

"Why didn't you wanna tie?" He asked, beginning to pet her and play with her tail.

She squirmed, but didn't protest. "Cuz... I kinda didn't wanna have to deal with figuring out what to do now... We're stuck, kinda."

He swallowed. "We'll lie down? You can be on top."

"No, it's okay," she patted his rump. "I can stand here until your big guy calms down. Next time let's just try not to tie standing-up, kay?"

He grumble-growled, still feeling bad. Then, he got an idea, quickly turning his head to the shower-head.

"What's wrong, puppy?" She asked, noting the sudden movement and his expression.

"I got an idea," he said. "Let's... walk over here," he coaxed her, and she followed. It wasn't that difficult, but they had to be careful not to step on each others' toes, especially him.

She giggled. "I never thought how big your feet were till now," she teased.

He let out a bashful groan.

She smiled. "What? I'm teeny," she said, resting her foot on his. "I'm small, and..." she took on a coy grin. "Small... and tight, and warm, and slippery, and..." She felt a surge, and a heavy trickle of semen deposit into her tummy.

"Lean back," he instructed. He twisted as best he could, but finally resorted just bracing himself against the wall with his left hand, and using his foot to find the knob. He gripped it with his toes as best he could, and pulled it out, then turned it a bit to the right.

The water chuffed and hissed, and the plumbing rattled just a bit. With a crackle the water sprayed out of the shower-head, over the wolf.

"Oh gosh," Ashly felt the chill rush into the air, dropping the temperature dramatically. Her hand went to the stream, feeling how cold it was. "Justin, get outta there," she tried to usher.

"N-n-n-n-no, th-th-th--" He tried to speak, but his body started to shiver from the sudden cold. It wasn't as cold as it could get, but it was certainly a bit of a shock considering how warm their activities had made them and the air within their little pocket of the world.

His idea was that it would shock him into getting softer, and he would pull out that much quicker. However, what he didn't realize was that it would not make him any softer, and--if anything--only made her vulva tighten from the chill.

He reached down, fingers bracing against her labia and trying to spread them as much as he could. "One... two..."

"N-wai-Ju--" She tried to stop him, but he pulled. She felt the tug all through her body--a bit of pain, but mostly just an odd discomfort. The pressure relented, but not for long. He tried again right away, making her knees wobble. She felt it slide just a little, before he relaxed. She sucked in a breath, and braced for the next pull.

Ashly's loud, painful-sounding shriek masked the suctiony pop that signified the forceful release of his knot. Her vocalization was shocking, but it was more out of surprise at the sensations than pain. There was a sting, but quickly a flood of pleasure overcame her.

Justin held her, stepping out of the shower stream enough so that she didn't get hit by it, though it still hit him on the back. He held her.

She trembled, almost violently.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" He asked, with deep concern.

She clung to him, convulsing as if she was seizing. She leaned forward, and finally let out a string of intense moans.

The pup knew those moans, and a thicker dribble bubbled out his tip.

"Is everything okay!?"

"We heard a scream."

"You guys all right?"

"What happened!?"

Justin flinched when the curtain was whipped aside, the shower masking the sounds of their footfalls. In his arms, Ashly still continued to orgasm, quivering and squirming.

"Holy shit this water's cold," Brittany remarked, ducking in and shutting it off. "Ls, get towels!" She instructed.

The kittens stood as if in shock.

"Go!" She ordered.

They bolted toward the linen closet just outside the bathroom.

"I'll get Ash," the skunkette said.

"No, you get Justin," the vixen countered.

Kailey paused, but then went to the pup before Brittany could snap at her like she did to the twins. "He's wet and shivering like crazy," the skunkette observed.

"She's shivering too; not really that wet," Brittany confirmed. "She's calming down."

"Towels!" The twins shouted, chucking the towels at the two girls.

Kailey managed to catch one, but the other fell into the tub. Brittany quickly grabbed it and wrapped it around Ash. "Okay, c'mon bunny, let's get out of the tub and get your feet warm," she ushered.

Ashly's steps were weak, her legs feeling like jelly as the intense tingles still made her vagina and uterus flinch with a spike of pleasure. One such spike made her knees buckle, and she would have tumbled had the vixen not caught her.

"We'll be in the room," Brittany told the skunkette. "Dry him off real good before you come."

"Hey, wait," Kailey said, looking down. "He, um..." She held him.

His penis dribbled semen, the white liquid dripping out and onto the bed of the tub.

"I got it," Lauren said, her cheeks immediately blushing. "I--I mean," she took a step back.

"You volunteered," Alexis teased, pushing her sister forward.

Flushed, the kitten went to the pup.

He was shivering and only able to listen, for his breath was coming out in rapid huffs. He tensed when his penis was suddenly surrounded by warmth; it was surprising, despite having witnessed the kitten swallow him.

"Thanks, Laur," the skunkette remarked as the others helped Ashly out the door.

"Mm-hmm," the kitten replied, her tummy fluttery as she idly let the pup relieve his dribbling semen onto the back of her tongue.

After a time giving him a rub-down, Kailey wrapped the towel around his shoulders and coaxed him--with kitten still sucking on his dick--to step over the wall of the tub. She had him sit on the covered toilet, and knelt behind the kitten. She began drying his legs and feet, working around the girl that was between them.

"Th--thanks," he managed to say, as she lowered his foot.

"Sure," she patted the towel around his shoulders, and used it to get his head again. "You're coat is still a little damp," she observed, running her fingers through. "Still a little chilly?"

He shivered, nodding.

"Could hop in the shower again, with warm water this time," she suggested.

He shook his head. "I'm okay, I just wanna lie down or something," he admitted.

She smiled. "Okay, you," she said, holding the kitten's head. "Fun-time's over, we're gonna walk back to the couch."

The kitten suckled a few more times, reluctant to let him go. But, she pulled free, and used her hands to continue to catch his dribbling as he stood.

He didn't need any help walking back like Ashly did, which further concerned him.

Back in the room, Ashly was lying on the couch, sideways and facing them as they entered. They had draped the towel over her lower-half. She appeared to be asleep, or at least just closing her eyes and relaxing.

Brittany hopped up, "you're still shivering a bit," she observed.

"He wanted to lie down," the skunkette informed.

"Perfect, c'mere," the vixen took him by the wrist and walked him over to the reclined rabbit. "Lie with your back to her," she instructed, pulling the towel away.

The pup sat first, and then lied upon his side. He snuggled up against her, and was a little surprised when she stirred. He rested his hand on hers when she slid it over his stomach, hugging him close. His fur stood on end when she kissed the nape of his neck, letting out a contented grumble.

"He's still dribbling," Lauren observed, going to hold his puphood. "Why's it doing that?"

"Maybe... cuz I tied with Ash?" He asked. "I... I pulled it out..."

"Yeah... that'd explain it," the vixen nodded. "His body's still trickling like he's snuggled to her suction-cup."

"Sis?" Lauren called. Her sister knelt beside her.

"Yeah?" The black kitten asked.

"You wanna... keep it from getting everywhere?" She asked.

Alexis tilted her head, her tail twitching friskily. "You don't wanna keep suckin' on 'im?" She asked.

"Um..." Lauren blushed, "my neck's getting a crick in it," she explained, rubbing the back of her neck for emphasis. "Plus, I dunno how long I'd have to be on my knees like this."

Alexis giggled. "Oh... fffffffffffffffffff-fine," she said, mocking caving in. "If you're gonna twist my arm." She hopped up, skipping toward the TV stand. She unscrewed the lid of the coconut oil, dipping her fingers in. She rubbed the oil into her folds even as she walked back, the wet and slippery noises of her fingers hitting all ears in the room.

She rubbed the last little bit of oil onto Justin's dick as she climbed up on the couch, all the while grinning from ear-to-ear. She lied down, touching tummy-to-tummy, and lifted her right leg. "Can you help, sis?" She asked.

Lauren aided, taking his dick and pointing it toward her sister's cutie. She watched with fascination as the tip spread her sister's labia, the oil collecting and trickling down the crease of her sister's thigh.

"Mmm... He's... he's so warm..." Alexis cooed. She squeaked when his hands aided her, and his pelvis pushed up to meet her. She moaned when he bottomed out, and snuggled against him as they all got comfortable: rabbit in back, holding wolf pup in middle, whose dick was buried in the kitten's girlhood.

Alexis giggled. "I can feel it... it's kinda tickly," she observed.

"Yeah, it is," Ashly agreed, giving him a squeeze. "Imagine how it feels after he's already gushed a whole bunch inside."

On the other half of the sectional, the skunkette grabbed the kitten by the armpits. "C'mere you," she teased, dragging the kitten toward the couch as she sat.

The kitten mewed, pulled up into Kailey's bare lap. She was hugged and nuzzled, giving her a warm and fluttery rhythm to her heart.

"I know what you were doing," she teased. "You're so sweet, letting your sister have a turn."

Lauren emitted a bashful murmur.

"Good kitties get a reward," the nude vixen proposed, sitting next to them on the couch. She held up the pink rabbit-vibrator, and grinned with Lauren's eyes blinked, hands covering her muzzle.

The kitten let out a grunt as the skunkette's fingers spread her petals.

"She's already pretty wet," Kailey remarked, holding her hand out for the vibrator. It was exchanged, and she turned it on, and pressed the fake glans to the kitten's bony mound.

Lauren mewed, the vibrations teasing her clitoral region.

"Hands away from mouth," the vixen admonished, pulling the kitten's hands off. She scooted closer, sidling up next to the skunkette. "After all, how else are ya gonna suckle?" She placed her fingers on either side of her nipple, spreading them in offering. "Go on, little kitty. Settle your flutters."

Lauren latched on hungrily, suckling the maturing swell in earnest. Shortly after, her thighs were coaxed to straddle the skunkette's leaving her blushing cutie exposed. It didn't take long for the vibrator to begin its assault. The speed turned up a notch, and the length of it rested on her vulva.

She squirmed and mewed, but never relented on suckling. The vixen petted her head, whispering sweet encouragements and comforts, indulging the girl. The vibrations stopped, and for a few seconds her breathing was loud as it rushed in and out of her nostrils.

She felt her petals being spread again, the cool air sending a rush of excitement up her tummy, making it subtly tremble beneath the skunkette's palm. The glans of the vibrator settled at the entrance of her flower, and then the vibrations came back at a very low hum.

She began to suckle again, receiving kisses and coos from the vixen as her throat sent obstructed moans and mews at the pleasure that tickled her loins. The fake penis began sliding in, the vibrations muffling as more and more of her kittenhood absorbed them.

Her heart raced as the speed was quickly turned up three notches, the buzzing getting loud despite her silken walls' attempts to hold it still. She was given a chance to get used to the vibrations, until they were increased again. Over the next moment, the vibrator went up to the highest speed, and she was getting dizzy with pleasure.

Then, the skunkette gently touched the rabbit's ears to her clitoral hood, and clamped an arm around her to keep her from squirming too roughly. Restrained and with the wings and glans stimulating her most sensitive of feminine places, she moaned against the nipple as she gushed her passion onto the skunkette's hand.

The aroma of hot-and-bothered girls, along with the perfume of a fresh orgasm, stirred the wolf's libido. Though he was still dribbling from his previous activities, he desired to the thank the kitten who kept him so intimately warm. He delighted in her excited gasp as he began churning within her snug space. The bit of semen that had pooled in her was smeared and sloshed, adding to the coconut oil and her own fluids, making their coupling a squishy, noisy activity.

For a several minutes he frustratingly thrust, limited by their size and his reluctance to disturb his lover. He let out whimpers, his body warming and exciting but not quite enough to get anywhere close to relief.

The kitten was in delight, moaning and cooing, giving his chest kisses and licks, throwing her leg up on top of his thigh and fanning her toes. Her tail went to tickle between his shins.

"Shh... it's okay, sweetie," the bunny behind him said to ease him, reacting to his whimpering, panting, and frustrated thrusting. "Just relax... in and out all the way, and slowly." She reached down, cupping his testes and pressing a finger to his perineum.

His testicles were gently tugged as she coaxed him to do as she suggested. No longer afraid of pestering his lover, he drew back, and began fully but gently thrusting into the kitten.

Alexis meowed and purred, especially when she felt fingertips experimentally touching where they were joined. They traced her labia, collecting a bit of the mixed fluids.

Justin shivered as his lover's fingers gathered fluids and rubbed them into the fuzzy fur of his masculinity, cupping them and warming them. Her fingertip traced along where the skin attached to his pelvis, sensually rubbing and massaging the spot to relax the muscle.

Her fingertip nestled between his knot and his testes, and she found the seam between them. She drew her finger back, gently and lightly tracing between his orbs, coaxing them apart as she drew her fingers along the seam from one side to the other. When she ended at his perineum, she gave it a firm massage.

The tightness, the warmth, the mewing, the squelching, and the loving attention given to his delicate pouch, set him off. Instead of yipping, his throat let out a gratified groan. His penis pulsed, tip pressed into the kitten's snug suction-cup, squirting ropes of semen deep into her tummy.

She let out a fluttery moan, her body squirming and her cutie rhythmically squeezing to hungrily milk the pup for all he had. The warmth spread within her tummy, soothing her excitement and lulling her into a calm and contented after-glow. She snuggled against him as bet she could, burying her muzzle between his chest and the couch.

He hugged her, and held his breath as he felt her body suddenly squeeze him every few moments, until at last she finally settled. He closed his eyes, tired and warmed. His lover rested her muzzle in the crook of his neck, and he did his best to affectionately nuzzle her, thanking her for helping him.

She kissed his shoulder, adjusting herself behind him, and closed her eyes.