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Cherry Pop Party

Part 1 of 2

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by nonsenseoleum

Catarina could barely sit still as the day dragged on and on and on. Did sour-faced Miss Pitt never stop talking?! Nearly desperate in her eagerness for school to end and the weekend to start, the little peach-furred bunnymorph just couldn't stop herself from wriggling on her seat, little realizing the show she was giving the poor boy right behind her: her skirt had gotten caught between the back of her seat and her own lower back, and her panties, a pair of very snug, sheer hipsters, clung translucently to her perfect little tushie. If she'd been a canomorph or a felimorph, with their longer tails, perhaps this wouldn't have been quite such a bother, but as a bunnymorph, with nothing but a cute cotton tail to grace her perky, heart-shaped hind end, the boy behind her was paying about as much attention to the class as she was. And, though he likely didn't know it, for about the same reasons.

RIIIIIINNNGG!

There was an almost orgasmic sense of relief as the final bell of the day rang, and Catarina was up and out of her chair and out the door before anyone else in the classroom. After all, there was a big weekend ahead of her, and she didn't want to waste any time.

Eyes bright, tail wiggling beneath her skirt, the peach-furred bunnyteen made her way through the halls, her locker only a momentary distraction as she headed for the front of the school, where she desperately hoped her dad would be waiting. Her dad, and a few others.

Oh! There they were!

"Kat!" squeed Olivia, Catarina's otterfriend, the wriggly, brown-furred teen rushing up to give the bunny an energetic hug. Both girls were soon joined by Freya, a fluffy huskygirl who, while she stood a head taller than either bunny or otter, was also a lot quieter. Instead of speaking, she simply wrapped her strong arms around both her smaller friends, letting them sink into her soft fur.

"I can hardly wait," gushed the buoyant otterling, bouncing on the balls of her feet as Freya released her, making her school uniform's skirt similarly bounce to an alarming degree, since she'd hooked her tail beneath its lower hem, making it constantly hike up in the back. Like most morphs (and unknown to either of her friends, like Freya also), Olivia hadn't bothered with panties, and while her bum wasn't quite as adorably perfect as the bunny's, it was quite a nice little bottom all the same. "I just can't believe it's almost time for our cherry pop party!"

Eager as she was, Olivia's outburst made Kat blush a little, a blush that deepened as she noticed that several of the surrounding highschoolers on their way out, and a teacher or two as well, had noticed. The students tittered, and the teachers gave the three best friends knowing looks, but at least nobody came over to make any remarks that might have further embarrassed the adorable bunnygirl.

Olivia, naturally enough, had just stated the real reason for the three girls' excitement: they were old enough for their cherry pop party. In morph society, sex was one of the most important acts that kept them together as a people. Being made with idealized breeding characteristics, and lacking the same qualms and hang-ups suffered by human societies, morphs considered it vitally important to introduce their children to sex and its many pleasures as soon as it was physically and emotionally safe to do so. At least, that's how it was with morph femmes. With morph males, they were often required to wait two or three more years, to ensure they developed the maturity necessary for the relationships that came with sex.

Letting her mind wander as she and her two friends waited for her dad's car, Kat couldn't have known - though she probably could have guessed - that she was thinking much the same thing as her older brother.

Not far from the school's entrance, taking his time to better let his mind settle, Anthony was mostly lost in thought. The teenaged wolfboy was at least as excited as his little sister (adopted by his parents after a tragedy had claimed the infant Catarina's birth parents), though he didn't show it. He was happy that he and his sister were going to have their cherry pop parties at the same time, even if they'd be in different rooms of their big house. Kat was a really cute girl, and Anthony loved her dearly...that, and he had the hots for her friend Freya.

Of course, Freya wasn't the only one Anthony had a crush on.

"Hey, Tony," said a quiet voice, soft and sweet. Tony's ears perked up, and he smiled at the other boy, a mouse of his own age. The mouse was wearing big round glasses, or at least a casual observer would have thought they were glasses. Actually, they were portable screens for one of the latest personal information devices on the market, and one of the biggest reasons why the mouseboy was always one step ahead of everyone else in his classes: he could get more information than they could, faster. Of course, it didn't help that the shy young mouseboy was really hot...

"Hey Birch," Tony replied, reaching over to rest his hand on his friend's shoulder. For a wolf like Tony - or any canomorph, for that matter - physical contact was vitally important. It was the same for most rodent-based morphs as well, but Birch...well, Birch was usually uncomfortable with physical contact in public places. He hadn't objected when he and Tony had shared their first kiss together behind the equipment shed, but all the same, he wasn't the sort to typically take risks like that in public.

Walking side-by-side, the two boys stepped out into the mid-fall sunlight, Tony smiling, his tail wagging, Birch more subdued, both of them with thoughtful looks on their faces. Seeing his sister and her friends, Tony waved, a wave that Birch mirrored a short while later, though not with quite so much enthusiasm, before the two boys joined the three girls in waiting.

While the five teens chatted amongst themselves, both Kat and Tony let their minds wander back to the events of last week. It was the family meeting where their parents had sat down both their children, and had the Talk. Unlike many human parents, neither of the DeLoup parents seemed bothered by even the most graphic of their children's questions. If anything, they seemed overjoyed that their young darlings were so willing to open up to them, trusting them enough to ask such searching questions in the first place. Of course, it helped that they'd acquired a fair amount of quite detailed and intelligent and fully-illustrated books on the subject, and that morph schools, quite unlike human schools at that time (which were in the middle of a heavy conservative backlash), made sure to have very detailed sex ed classes. Asking questions in class, however, with all your curiosities laid bare to your peers, was a lot harder than just asking your parents in a quiet, private time at home. At least, that's how it was for Tony and Kat.

"Now we come to the most important part," Eve DeLoup said as the Talk wound down at last. "You're both old enough now, and I and your father think mature enough, to have your defloration parties."

Eve DeLoup was a stately and elegantly beautiful whitetail doe morph. As was usual for her, she was wearing a lovely, if simple, black dress, something that she could toss on, and still look as though she were ready to head out for a high-class night on the town; all it would take was some pearls or other jewelry to complete the effect. Most morphs were quite convinced that morphs of different breeds simply couldn't reproduce. Eve and Sebastian, however, were one of a handful of couples that had proved that, while almost impossibly rare, unions between different morphtypes could indeed produce perfectly normal, healthy offspring. In their case, Tony, taking after the species type of the parent to with whom he shared his sex, as was typical for morph children.

"Guess that means we'd better get out the guest lists," added Sebastian with a smirk. Sebastian DeLoup was a charming rogue, a tall and sleekly-muscled black wolf with the most startling blue eyes. His son had inherited those same eyes, even though Tony's fur was a more typical wolfish grey color, and it was believed he'd eventually fully inherit his father's build as well, once adulthood filled him out a little more - he was already well on his way to developing into a strong, handsome young man. "Eve's been hard at work putting a list of some possibles together, and we were both thinking the upcoming Thanksgiving Break would be a perfect time to get all our friends together for both of your special parties."

Then had begun the process of giving and taking, adding to the list, and subtracting from it as well. In all honesty, the subtracting part actually wasn't that big a deal, since Eve had chosen well, and there weren't that many people either Tony or Kat didn't like among their parents' friends and acquaintances anyway. The adding part, though, now that was interesting.

Kat was a little surprised, even though her parents weren't in the least, when Tony had asked if Birch could come to his cherry pop party (as almost everyone except for the ever-proper Eve called them). Sebastian had agreed that this was more than possible, as long as Birch's father, Mister Wood, were allowed to come as well. Nobody was surprised when Kat wanted her three best friends to join her for her first time, and Eve revealed that she'd already spoken with their mothers (who, incidentally, were all on the list for Tony's party), and their fathers (who were on Kat's), and they were more than happy to make the arrangements. What did surprise everyone, however, was Kat's request for a particular addition: Holster.

Holster was an older boy, an equimorph who'd recently entered college to seek a manufacturing engineering degree. He was also a close friend of the DeLoups, who'd taken him in while he was one of the many second generation morphs that found themselves down and out on the streets after being ejected from military service in his tender teens. Sebastian and Eve had helped the young Friesian stallion to get himself back on his feet, and it had actually been little Kat who'd gone out of her way to make sure the handsome young stallion studied every night, not really understanding what it was that he was studying (she'd only been six at the time), but knowing that it was important he studied all the same. He'd even read bedtime stories to her, and more than a few times she'd fallen asleep on his lap in their livingroom, and the sweet-natured stallion simply hadn't had the heart to wake her so that he could go to bed.

That Kat liked Holster wasn't a surprise to anyone. That she liked him that way, however, and wanted him to be part of her first time, was quite a shock. Not one that made anyone unhappy in the least, mind, but a shock all the same. The request wasn't that hard to fulfill, either, since Holster had Thanksgiving off as well. Despite his focus on his studies, Sebastian supposed that even a hard-working horse like Holster could be convinced to come down for his favorite bunnygirl's cherry pop party.

Meeting his sister's eyes as his thoughts came back to the present, Tony smirked, knowing that they'd been sharing the same thoughts. Not that it was too hard to guess what each sibling had dominating their minds. After all, at this age, hormones ran high, hot, and hard, and what was going to take place over that entire weekend was one of the biggest, most pivotal events of a young morph's life. Now if only Dad would show up and end all the anticipation...

"Hey, Tony," came a sultry purr from right behind the wolfboy, making his ears perk, even as a pair of black-and-orange striped hands covered his eyes. "Guess who?"

"Hmm," mused Tony speculatively, rubbing his chin. "Is it...Misty?"

"Nope."

"Angelique? Winifred? Lara?"

"No, no, and...grrr!"

"YIPE!"

"Nom nom nom!"

Kat and her friends burst into a fit of giggles as they watched the gorgeous, sleek tigergirl behind Tony bite his ear, then start to gnaw on his neck and shoulder, while the boy squirmed in her grip, not making a serious effort to escape, just as she wasn't making a serious effort to hurt him.

"Um, hey Tierra," Tony greeted the tigergirl in the short skirt and midriff-exposing t-shirt. "Fancy meeting you - ow! - here."

"Mmm, wolf meat," growled Tierra as she sucked on the delicate auricle of Tony's ear, making him shiver all over. "Nice 'n tender...virgins taste best, you know," she added with a wicked, toothy grin as only a felimorph could manage.

"W-who says I'm a virgin?" Tony stammered out, doing his best not to get too excited, despite the strong hands stroking down his t-shirt clad chest, then slipping beneath the hem, clawtips teasing upward, against the grain of his soft fur.

"Isn't your cherry pop party starting today?" asked the tigergirl innocently, looking at Tony with kittenish eyes as she slid around to his front with that sinuous grace possessed by even the most clumsy of felinmorphs. "That's what Mom said, anyway." Then she cast a teasing grin over at Kat, Olivia, and Freya. "Also, word's been getting around. Oh, just a little," she reassured the wolfboy, putting a finger over his mouth before licking the underside of his muzzle. "Just enough. Of course, I'm one of the lucky ones," and at this she reached over her shoulder into the top flap of her backpack, "to get an invitation."

Tony's ears flattened against his head in embarrassment as he looked at the frilly envelope Tierra held before him, all covered in lace and hearts and other mushy things like that. The invitation was actually a Valentine's Day card that had gotten pressed into service for the occasion, and while Eve and just about every morph femme thought this was a perfect replacement, Tony wasn't nearly so convinced.

"Aw, don't be like that," giggled the tigergirl at the wolfboy's reaction, before giving the tip of his black-padded nose a cute little lick, making him blush even more deeply, until the pink could be seen through the fur of his cheeks as well as his inner ears. "If it was up to me, I'd have sent out invitations with chains and whips and leather and stuff, just to shock everybody. But your mom and mine have weird ideas about romance and stuff. Me, I'm just looking forward to," her grin widened toothily, making Tony shiver all over as she raked her claws slowly down his chest, "a virgin sacrifice."

A short honk from the school's parking lot interrupted Tierra before she could go any further with Tony, making her pout as she reluctantly pulled away from the wolfboy. Truth be told, Birch, Kat, Olivia, and Freya were also disappointed, all of them having been very interested in seeing just how far the tigergirl was willing to go with Tony right there, in public. Instead, she contented herself with giving his butt a short squeeze with both hands, then pulling away, flicking her tail up to brush against the underside of his jaw...and incidentally making her too-short skirt hike up in the process, showing off her gorgeous striped bottom with its flash of white right at the crease where her buns met.

"You all coming or what?" she called over her shoulder as she started off toward the bright orange van waiting in the school parking lot. "C'mon, Mom's here to take us all to your house, Tony, Kat. Your parents said something about making some last-minute arrangements."

In a daze, Tony just sort of drifted along behind Tierra, his muzzle open, his expression vacant. Birch glanced at Olivia, and the two shrugged, smirking, before following after, the group trailed by Catarina and Freya. Mouseboy and ottergirl were on friendly terms, and had even considered doing a little dating after the events of the coming weekend, their different ages less of a concern for morphs, even young morphs, than it would have been for humans. After all, morphs had formed a more cohesive society, having been forced into that position by years of human oppression, and the upside of that prior oppression was that it made it a lot easier to find a date. Of course, they weren't quite as head-over-heels as Tony was for Tierra, to say the least. Tierra had enjoyed her cherry pop party on the tail end of last year's Winter Break, and she liked to brag that she'd dropped her virgin pussy down on her father's cock right as the ball dropped in New York City. Ever since then, the tigergirl had possessed a certain confidence and poise that she'd lacked before, and Tony had been utterly and completely captivated by her. She hadn't needed to be added to the list Eve DeLoup had drawn up the other day - she and her parents were close to the top of the original list!

As the little group of six approached the van, the side door slid open, and a broad, furry face stuck itself out to grin at them. It was Mister Bright, Tierra's father.

"Hello there," he said, and though the words were innocuous enough, the way the powerful tigermale said them was enough to make all the girls in the little group shiver, feeling themselves start to moisten just a little, much to the consternation of both Tony and Birch, as they could promptly pick up the change in scent this elicited from all four femmes. "Hop in - there's plenty of room. Mrs. Bright and I always planned on having a lot more children...still do, actually," he added, reaching out after Tierra, Tony, and Birch had piled into the van, and wrapping his large, powerful hand around little Catarina's waist - his fingers almost reached halfway around! - and easily lifted her up into the van, settling her down on his lap before he buckled his seatbelt over both her and himself. "After we've seen our first reach college. That way we'll know what to expect from all the rest."

Little Catarina wriggled on Mister Bright's lap - she couldn't help it! He'd set her at just the right angle, so that her skirt had hiked up a little, pressing her sheer panties against the front of his slacks, and she could feel the solid outline of his swiftly-firming penis right beneath her tushie. Just the feel of that big male organ was enough to make poor little Kat bite her lower lip, her cheeks flushing a deep pink, even as she did her best not to whimper as Olivia and Freya piled into the seats next to her, while her brother, Birch, and Tierra settled into the far back. Looking up, Kat caught sight of Mrs. Bright's eyes in the rearview mirror, half fearful that she'd draw the tall and gorgeous tigerfemme's ire. Instead, she lowered her ears in embarrassment at what she saw in those eyes: Mrs. Bright was loving every minute of seeing the adorable little bunny squirm! She certainly knew just how big Mister Bright was under those slacks of his, and was just as certainly fantasizing about how the precious peach-furred bunnygirl would look with her tiny cunny stretched right to the brim with thick, throbbing tigercock.

Olivia, bright and attentive as always, noticed her friend's inability to sit still, and quickly put two-and-two together as she glanced down at the way Kat was seated, the pert swells of her bum squeezing and stroking the prominent bulge in the front of Mister Bright's slacks between them. She paused a moment, hesitant to bring up the elephant in the room. After all, neither of the Bright parents had brought up sex directly, even though it was obviously on both their minds. Still, the ottergirl was just burning up with eagerness, and she'd never been any good at keeping her mouth shut.

"My dad's supposed to be my first," she chimed in brightly, using her normal tone of voice, as though this were just another common topic of conversation, and completely ignoring the way Freya's ears turned down, their insides becoming a bright pink in embarrassment at her friend's straightforwardness. "Is that how it's supposed to be for a girl's cherry pop party?"

"Since you three aren't in heat," Mrs. Bright answered, her eyes keeping mostly to the road, though she did let the onboard navigation programming and distance detectors handle most of the important details, allowing her to let her eyes stray often into the rearview mirror, "oh yes. My darling daughter managed to take my love all the way to his sac - I was so proud of her!" The stunning tigress smiled back at Tierra, who beamed as she sat between the boys in the backseat. "Dear Mister Bright is...sizable, to say the least. But back to your question, yes, it's customary for a father to fill up his daughter for the first time. However, it's also customary for the freshly-deflowered youngster to choose a second male to give her tailcherry." Mrs. Bright's eyes strayed over Freya, who couldn't repress an embarrassed whimper at the knowing look in those green-gold orbs. "For instance, I believe that our dear Freya here has quite the crush on lovely Mister DeLoup, or did last I heard. Unless things have changed significantly, I'm quite sure that she'll be quite eagerly offering up her darling little bottom to that gorgeous hunk of a wolf, the lucky young beauty. Oh, don't be so bashful, dear," the tigress added quickly, reaching a hand back to pat Freya's thigh solicitously. "I'd take your place in a heartbeat, except that I promised Tierra I'd be with her while we deflower Mister DeLoup's son; she wants me to show her all the many delightful ways to properly ravish a beautiful teenaged wolf until he can't see straight...with a delicious order of sweet, young, tender mouseboy on the side."

Both Tony and Birch flushed at these words, a flush that only deepened as Tierra, quite unashamed of herself, reached a hand over onto each boy's groin, and started to caress the youthfully eager organs she could feel clearly defined through the fronts of their pants.

"We're gonna eat you all up, mousie," the teen tigress stage-growled in Birch's oversized ear, just loud enough to be heard all the way to the front of the van.

"Not until our hostess has her fill first, sweetie," Mrs. Bright called back. "After all, it's her house, and her boy's party, so she gets to decide who gets whom."

"It's not fair, Mom," protested the younger tigress with a pout as she cupped Birch's balls through his pants. "After all, you and Dad are the ones who practically raised Birchie."

"Please don't call me that," Birch managed to get out, his voice a hoarse whisper. It was true, though: he, like many second generation morphs, had been an orphan abandoned on the streets, taken in by the morph community as a whole, but spending most of his time at the Bright home, much like Holster had done with the DeLoup's. Since he'd been only a little younger than their daughter, Tierra, they'd been raised as virtual siblings, though Tierra generally treated Birch as though he were her kid brother, rather than just a few months younger. Birch, though, had been one of the rare lucky ones: his parents had shown up again after only a few years, a result of bad recordkeeping when they'd been discharged from military service, countered by their own desperate efforts to locate their son. Ever since then, his family (the Branch family, though only his mother had an actual surname) and the Bright's had been close friends. His mother, Willow, especially felt she owed the Bright's something, and after she'd recently become pregnant again, this time with a daughter, she'd promised the as-yes-unborn mousegirl's virginity to Blake Bright, just like her son's virginity was promised to Catherine.

"Well, maybe Mrs. DeLoup will be open to your suggestions about who gets Birch's virginity," Mrs. Bright responded with calm casualness. Naturally, being a feline, this false calm was the cover for a host of far more deep and complex emotions just beneath the surface. Olivia glanced back at Tony, and the two shared a moment of quite clear nonverbal communication: if it came to a question of whether the younger or older tigress would have their way with the mouseboy first, the potential for violence was not off the table.

"Oh, but let's talk about more pleasant things," Mrs. Bright swiftly changed the subject. "Such as who's going to have your tailcherry, Olivia? Now, I know it's not going to be Birch, however much you like him: he's simply too inexperienced to be allowed to try anal sex with a virgin, and you're far too inexperienced to risk having an untried male sodomize you anyway. Mister DeLoup probably shouldn't do it, either, since he's going to be quite busy enough mounting his daughter and your lovely huskyfriend...and her mother as well, unless I'm very much mistaken," the tigress added with a wink at Freya, who couldn't hold back a soft whimper of embarrassment as Mrs. Bright so unerringly hit on the truth yet again. Freya didn't have a father, the result of selective breeding by a human owner before morphs were freed from involuntary servitude and outright ownership, leaving Freya and her mother on their own. Though none of the other teens in the van likely picked up on the connotations of what Mrs. Bright meant, one of the big reasons Freya and her mother, Sif, were going to this cherry pop party, aside from the obvious reason as well as to show support for Freya's best friend, was so that Sif could offer both herself and her daughter to Sebastian DeLoup as subordinate females in his pack. For canomorphs, only alphas didn't necessarily belong to some sort of pack. Both Sif and Freya were subordinate females by nature, submissive and eager-to-please. To not belong to someone was emotionally painful, and though Sif had managed it for the latter half of her daughter's young life, she and Freya had both decided that they were tired of living alone, and wanted to belong to someone else again. This essentially meant that they would offer themselves up to the DeLoups, serving every whim of both Eve and Sebastian not just willingly, but eagerly. If Sebastian DeLoup accepted Freya's offered virginity, he would be metaphorically signing the contract that would bind his daughter's friend and her mother into their family, letting them sacrifice some of their freedom, but gain the desperately-desired security of finally belonging to someone dominant once more. Needless to say, Freya was more than a little nervous about her performance in the coming party, fearful that she might do something wrong, and make Mister DeLoup, the man she and her mother both wanted to be their alpha, not want them in turn.

"Um, well," Olivia wriggled a little on her seat, completely unaware of the thoughts racing through her huskyfriend's mind, then reached over, caressing the outline of Mister Bright's full, heavy sac through his trousers, making him grunt softly and hug little Kat a bit closer to his chest, "I guess I'd like Mister Bright to do it. He's really hot, and Tierra's told us all how good he was when he popped her cherry. Besides, I think I'd like having a butt full of tigercum." The ottergirl smiled at the reaction her graphic language drew from both tigers, as well as her two friends, and decided to drop another minor bombshell, just to shock them all a little more. "My dad's been training me to suck cock like a pro for months now, and Mom says sucking a load out of a male's the best way to get him ready to mount your butt. She even showed me with Dad yesterday - it's supposed to both get the guy's willy all slick, so it doesn't hurt going in, and it helps him work off some steam, so he'll take it more slow and gentle. Hmm," she mused as she rubbed along the clearly outlined base of Mister Bright's shaft, "Mister Bright's a lot bigger'n my dad, but I still think I can take him."

"My, aren't you the ambitious one?" giggled Mrs. Bright, her striped tail lashing with her rising eagerness. "What do you think, love? Want a taste of extra-virgin ottertail?"

"Rrr," growled the well-muscled tigermale, making Kat whimper as he arched his hips, grinding the front of his pants against the bunnygirl's damp panties as Olivia's eyes widened, feeling him grow steadily more erect within the confines of his clothes. "The way Kat here keeps wiggling, and with Olivia rubbing me too, I'll have to let off more than a little steam if I'm going to be mounting any virgins; I'm pretty excited." He kissed the side of Kat's neck, then licked it, letting his slightly raspy tigertongue linger on her heated flesh, making her suck in her breath suddenly at the contact. "You're both a little too hot for me to handle right away," he confided, looking down at Olivia with a grin, even as one big paw reached out, slipping beneath her skirt and gripping her tight swimmer's buns, making Olivia chitter in excitement as she squirmed against the strong, experienced tigermale's skillfully-probing fingers, almost immediately soaking them the moment they parted her tight-pressed cunny lips. "Of course, with girls as cute as these three, I'm pretty sure every male there will want some 'relaxation' first, before we do anything else."

"That's what the lovely Eve, Sif, and Marina will be doing, I'm sure," purred Mrs. Bright, her erect nipples clearly visible through the white blouse she was wearing. "Showing their equally lovely daughters all the many wonderful ways to give pleasure to males...and to females as well, I'm almost certain," she added with a lazy wink back at Kat. "My husband is going to eat you all up, Catarina. And I," she added with a predatory grin back at Tony, making the young wolf blush furiously, "am going to deeply enjoy gobbling up your delicious older brother." Her eyes strayed forward once more, and she smoothly tooled the van to park on the curbside, alongside the many other cars that had gathered there. "Ah, excellent - we're here, and just in time, too. If the pheromones in this car got any more concentrated, I think I'd have to tear my clothes off right here and now."

Birch and Tony were both blushing furiously at the mental image Mrs. Bright's words conjured up, made all the worse by the way Tierra had been stroking the fronts of their pants, her tail curled around Tony's calf. As his sister and her friends piled out of the sliding door and hurried toward the house, Tony glanced at Mister Bright, who simply nodded for the wolf to get out first, along with his best friend and his serious crush. Of course, as soon as Tony turned his back on Tierra, the tigergirl took the opportunity to grab the base of his tail with one hand, the other slipping smoothly into the rear waistband of his pants.

"Tony's got a cute butt," she murmured with the happy languor of a true feline, glancing back at Birch while Tony stood there, half-crouched, frozen in place by the grip on his tail. "Don't you agree, Birch? I know you've been looking, so don't bother trying to deny it."

"...yeah," Birch finally got out, the word hardly more than a harsh whisper.

"Dear," chided Mrs. Bright gently, arching her eyebrow at her daughter. "You know we're not allowed to molest the party boys until we've got them inside...well, too much, at least. Your father could have made that precious little bunnygirl squirt at least twice in the time it took us to get here, and yet he held off. Surely you can wait just a little bit longer."

"Oh all right," pouted Tierra, releasing her grip on Tony's tail with a disappointed sigh, though she did follow it up with an encouraging pat on the wolfboy's butt. "Hurry up and get ready," she said eagerly, her eyes shining and bright. "I don't want to wait any longer than I have to."

Frankly, Tony agreed, and he did as Tierra asked, hopping out of the car, and hurrying to the still-open front door of his parents' home, Birch and Tierra only a short distance behind.

Morph rights weren't equal with those of humans yet, but this was more a matter of de facto than de jure. This generally meant that most morphs hadn't integrated into human society, except when they were acting as servants (as a great many still did). However, just because morphs didn't tend to live where humans did, didn't mean that they couldn't live in very nice neighborhoods, especially since so many formerly human neighborhoods had been left almost entirely depopulated. All the de facto segregation of humans and morphs meant was that the upper class neighborhood where the DeLoups made their home was entirely populated by morphs who'd managed to earn enough money in their various professions so that they could afford the trappings of the human good life. In more practical terms, it meant that nobody was going to be calling the cops if anybody at the cherry pop party that weekend happened to wander out of doors in their altogethers. Actually, most of the neighbors were participating in said party, which reduced the likelihood of embarrassing interruptions even more.

Coming up behind his younger sister and her friends, Tony looked around the entry hall of his parents' house, then glanced to the side, where the three teenage girls were already looking. There, in the oversized living room, he could see a small crowd of people seated on the many chairs and sofas of the room. Also present were a large number of pillows and blankets, scattered around on the floor in strategic locations. Tony quickly recognized most of these items as coming from his parents' bedroom, and supposed that the remainder came from the bedrooms of the others who were present. Against one wall were several long tables, covered in tablecloths, with a variety of food items placed upon them - after all, there would be little time for fixing meals during much of the opening scenes of the party, so it was best to have everything ready beforehand. Letting his eyes work over the crowd, Tony felt himself relax a little bit as he realized that nobody there was a stranger - he knew everyone in that room. Of course, he didn't relax all the way, since they were adults, and he was still an untried virgin, but at least there was a little comfort in knowing that he wasn't surrounded by strangers here.

Despite knowing that there was a waiting crowd before them, Catarina and Tony traded a nervous glance. After all, this was going to be one of the most momentous events of their young lives, and the simple act of walking into the living room would probably change them forever, opening up the complicated and confusing world of adult sexual relations. There would be no going back, as it was quite impossible to be a virgin a second time. Then, suddenly, Catarina's long ears perked up, her powderpuff tail hiking beneath her panties, and she rushed forward into the room, her expression one of pure happiness, before she leapt up on her strong bunny legs, and bounced right into the arms of a familiar black-furred stallion with white marks on his forehead and hands.

"Holster!" squealed Kat in delight, hugging the handsome black stallion happily, snuggling her body up tightly against his. "I'm so glad you came!"

The bunnygirl's youthful enthusiasm was the catalyst needed to immediately lighten the mood in the room, and within moments the brief hush that had fallen disappeared as old family friends and neighbors rose from their seats and started to mingle, chatting amiably as though nothing strange were about to take place. Tony saw several of the adults in the room give him knowing glances, a great many of them femmes of his mother's age, though several were younger femmes in couples that didn't have children yet, or had very small ones that they'd turned over to the care of a babysitter for the evening. Up until the last couple weeks, Tony hadn't really thought of these femmes as sexual creatures - after all, they were the mates of other males, and even as sexually open as morph society was, one wasn't supposed to insert oneself into someone else's relationship without permission. Ever since he'd known that his cherry pop party was coming, however, Tony's fantasies had been running wild, and they were only getting stronger now that he could see all these gorgeous women attending a party where he was going to be the center of attention. Teenage hormones running hot, Tony didn't even try to fight the multiple fantasies that swiftly started to play through his head as he stood in the entryway.

"Wake up, Tony," giggled Tierra, snapping Tony out of his erotic reverie as she smacked his bottom with her open palm, making him yelp a little, then turn to look at the young tigress and her nearby parents with a sheepish expression. "Believe me, I know how hard it is to stay focused, but really, the reality is going to be a lot better than your fantasies." She looked at the many people in the room, and nodded in satisfaction. "Most folks here were at my party, so I know what I'm talking about."

"Sorry," Tony replied, rubbing the back of his head and allowing himself to be drawn into the room by the two tigresses, Mrs. Bright holding one of his arms, Tierra holding the other. "Guess I got a little carried away there."

"Almost everybody's like that on their first time," Mrs. Bright soothed, releasing Tony's arm to stroke his back, while guiding him toward the refreshment table, throwing a knowing grin over her shoulder at her husband as the muscular tiger guided Olivia and Freya into the room, leading them toward the relative security of their parents, who were forming a chatty little group around Sebastian DeLoup, as were most of the guests, those that weren't getting food and drink. "I think the best thing you could do right now is to have a little something to eat - not too much, mind, but enough so that you don't run out of energy - and then something to drink. Trust me," she added with a light giggle, "you'll need the fluids."

Not arguing with the gorgeous tigress, the professional clothes - skirt, blouse, coat - that she wore lending her an additional aura of authority, Tony grabbed a plate...then handed it to Tierra with a smile.

"You first, Tierra," he said with a slight nod. Tierra giggled at this show of courtesy. Her mother had actually waited in the car for her father to open the driver's door for her, like he normally did, and so any act of chivalry weighed in for a lot in her book. Of course, she didn't insist on being treated like a lady, not like her mother or Eve DeLoup did, but still, it was very nice to get that sort of treatment when a boy was thoughtful enough to consider it. Oh, and speaking of Mrs. DeLoup...

"There you are, Tony," said the stunning whitetail doe as she stepped away from the small cluster of friends with whom she'd been chatting. "Oh good, and you've brought Catherine and Tierra with you."

"We kinda brought him, Mrs. DeLoup," giggled Tierra as she happily piled a number of fish-based treats onto her plate.

"Well...yes, I suppose that's not a surprise," the elegant doe admitted, before bending to give her son a kiss on his cheek, making the poor young wolf blush even more deeply, especially when he noticed Birch coming over as well, trailing quietly behind Mrs. Bright as he'd apparently been doing since he entered the house. "Get yourself a plate, honey, and then I'd like you to mingle a little with everyone," and as she said this, she motioned toward the bright-eyed raccoon and sleek whippet femmes openly checking out both him and Birch...but, truth be told, mostly him.

"Go ahead, dear," Mrs. Bright said with a smile, letting herself be quietly drawn away from Tony's side by Eve's gentle presence. "I believe I have some things to speak about with your mother, Tina, and Snap for a while. Hmm," she glanced over, seeing Sif and Freya also approaching, the two huskies looking rather nervous, "and I don't believe I'm the only one."

Tony didn't need any further prompting, and he quickly went to work piling his plate, smiling at Birch as the mouseboy did likewise, before he, Birch, and Tierra made their way to one of the couches to enjoy their spoils. After all, it was probably going to be a very long time before they had another chance for a proper meal.

"This is the fun part," Tierra commented to her two friends between bites, drawing their attention to the goings-on in the rest of the large room. "I mean, before the really fun part. This is where you can see all the little groups gathering, waiting, watching." She giggled as she glanced back at the two boys seated next to her. "Most of the femmes in the room have been checking you two out since the moment you came in here. The only ones that haven't are me and my mom, and that's only because we already checked you out on the ride over. As for your sister and her friends," Tierra's eyes played over to the group that had formed around Kat and Holster, "that cute little bunny's gonna get gobbled all up."

For a moment Tony was a little surprised at how aware Tierra obviously was about the various social plays going on in the room. Then he remembered that she was a felimorph, and like the cats they most resembled, felimorphs had a powerful knack for observing patterns, especially patterns in social settings, and then only needed a little training to figure out what those patterns meant. He glanced at Birch, who just shrugged, then both boys looked at Tierra, obviously completely attentive to her words as she started to explain what she saw going on in the room.

"Mom could tell you better than me exactly what's going on," admitted Tierra with just a little reluctance - another common trait among felimorphs was their pride - "but it's not too hard to see what's going on here, if you know what to look for." She grinned, winking at Tony. "Or if you know some of the dirt on the people involved. The big secret I think you'll be interested in is what's going on right now over there, with your mother," she motioned toward where Sif was talking to Eve, her fluffy huskytail wrapped nervously around her leg, while her daughter, Freya, partially hid herself behind the older huskyfemme. "Sif and Freya don't wanna be alone anymore. They wanna be a part of your dad's pack or...whatever it is you silly canomorphs have. Whatever, it's not like I understand it completely. Eve gets part of it, I'm sure, since she's based on a herd species herself. What it means, though, is right now those two husky hotties are offering your parents their cute, fluffy butts on a silver platter." The tigergirl licked her chops. "I know what I'd do with an offer like that! Mom got me hooked on the taste of girls at my cherry-pop party, and canomorph girls make some of the cutest noises when they cum." She glanced over toward where Kat was happily standing in the middle of the eager little crowd, Olivia by her side, seemingly oblivious to the many light brushes against her nubile body by the many males in the knot around her. "Almost as cute as adorable little bunnygirls."

Still processing what Tierra had told him about Sif and Freya, Tony turned his attention toward his younger sister, and the petite otterteen next to her. Despite himself, Tony found his eyes drift down to Kat's fluffy bunnytail, before his eyes widened as one of the males standing right behind her casually reached down with both hands, and lifted the hems of both girls' skirts. It was Birch's dad, a rough-looking wharf rat named Trencher, who'd upskirted the two tight-bottomed teens, but Blake and the Great Dane and bighorn ram standing by him didn't seem to be inclined to make any mention of his action, even as Kat and Olivia continued to chatter on, seemingly oblivious. Leaning in just a little bit closer, Tony could actually catch glimpses of Olivia's snug otterfolds as her big rudder tail wiggled back and forth. Of course, his own sister's panties were firmly stuck to her tushie by this point, a clearly visible damp spot right between her legs as she looked up at her father and Holster, her face beaming with an adorable, girlish blush of youthful enthusiasm.

Tony wasn't at all sure that Kat would have ever noticed how much she was unwittingly showing off (Olivia almost certainly would have, eventually), except that Bram, the broad-shouldered bighorn, couldn't resist the temptation. Right before Tony's eyes, the heavily-muscled male reached down, one massive hand covering almost all of the little bunny's bottom, before he gave her perky bum a gentle squeeze. Kat gave the most adorable little squeak of surprise, and looked over her shoulder at the males behind her, her cheeks turning bright pink through her fur. Tony couldn't hear what was being said as Trencher leaned in, whispering in the two girls' ears, but almost immediately it seemed as though an unspoken signal had been set off, and every adult in the room picked up on it almost immediately.

Things were about to get hot and wet.

At first, Trencher gripped Kat's panty-clad bum as soon as Bram released his own hold, his slender ratty fingers slipping beneath the hemline. Kat, however, gently pulled away, shyly stage-whispering something to the brown-furred, heavily-tattooed male that made all the males around her and Olivia smile and back off just a little. Enough for Kat to get extra-close to Holster, her hands stroking down his chest, before she leaned up, and kissed the underside of his chin; that was about as high as she could reach on the tall Fresian. Whatever she'd said, however, it didn't discourage the Trencher from moving both his hands to Olivia's tail, then hoisting it up, laying her tight swimmer's bottom bare, as the motion also made her skirt hike upward again. Olivia's reaction was just to giggle with nervous excitement and her own rising, inexperienced arousal.

What Kat had asked for became obvious only moments later as Sebastian DeLoup stepped up behind the little peach-furred bunnygirl, and rested a hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him, and face away from Holster. Kissing his daughter full on the lips, Sebastian paused a moment, just savoring the sweetness of a simple, almost innocent pressing of lips, before he began adding a little more force, his muzzle parting, his tongue entering his daughter's mouth. Kat's eyes grew wide asshe was so expertly French-kissed by the middle-aged wolf, and she couldn't keep herself from squirming in his gentle grip as he stroked his hands down her sides and back. Then it was Holster's turn for a kiss, and as he turned Kat to face him once more, Sebastian deftly unbuttoned his daughter's skirt, then let it slide to the floor.

"A little extra wrapping on our present," the wolf joked with a gentle smile, the joke met with a chuckle from the males surrounding the two girls, even as he worked an equally gentle finger between Kat's thighs, rubbing it against the clearly-outlined, delicate folds of her pubescent slit. "You can do the honors, Holster, while I free my little darling's beautiful breasts."

The wolf was skilled, that much was immediately obvious, as his hands worked over Kat's school jacket and blouse, unbuttoning the latter, before removing both former and latter, then tossing them carelessly over the back of a nearby chair, followed only moments later by her small-cup brassier. The young black stallion, meanwhile, began to put his wonderfully dexterous equine lips to use, starting by nibbling his way down Kat's chin and the side of her neck, into the sensitive crook where neck met shoulder, making Kat moan loudly in her precious, high-pitched voice. Horses had some of the most agile mouths among morphs, after all, and any equimorph that knew how to make use of his potential was almost always in demand as a lover.

For his part, Holster, while not as experienced as Sebastian, obviously had a great deal of practice at making the most out of his kind's natural oral abilities. He proved it, too, the moment Kat's trim young bosom was exposed, closing his lips over first one, then the other of her perked, candy pink nipples, and starting to suck. Almost immediately Kat's eyes widened, the sensation obviously more than she'd expected - a lot more! - and her knees started to tremble. She would probably have fallen, in fact, if her father hadn't gripped her around the waist, holding her up until Holster was ready to start nibbling down her belly.

Large, powerful hands caught in the hem of Kat's panties, and Holster looked into her eyes, before kneeling in front of her, rolling the flimsy cotton undergarment down with him. Now clad only in her socks, Kat was nearly hyperventilating with a heady mix of fear, arousal, and excitement as she looked down at the handsome young stallion, who looked back up at her with a gentle smile, before his gaze turned slightly to the side, letting him look at her father with a questioning expression.

"Go ahead, Holster," Sebastian affirmed. "You're like a second son to me, and my precious Kat loves you, in her girlish way. It's only right that you have the first taste."

His face saying so much more than words in response to Sebastian's generosity, Holster's mouth opened, and he started off...with a few light licks. As Kat moaned at this gentle initial treatment, Holster started to grow more bold, pressing his face more firmly upward into the bunnygirl's quim, his tongue pressing upward as well, parting her delicate folds, then making her tense slightly as he came up short at the barrier of her maidenhead.

"Careful," warned Sebastian gently, and Holster did as he was told, backing off, but only a little. His lips formed a tight seal around Kat's cunny, then, and the muscles of his cheek and neck could be seen to work hard as he began to suckle and slurp and smack his lips again and again, making Kat writhe in her father's arms. Suddenly, the bunnyteen's head snapped back against her father's chest, and she opened her mouth wide to scream as the shock of a powerful orgasm started to course through her body. Sebastian's mouth was there to meet her own, however, and the scream was muffled against his lips as he kissed her, his eyes heavy-lidded with affection as well as arousal.

Not far off, Olivia was already on all-fours, her head down, resting on her arms, her cheeks deeply flushed as her father, Marlin, crouched on her upraised lower back, his hands holding her thick otter tail up, then expertly stroking and caressing her pert, trim bottom and flushed lower lips, actions supplemented on occasion as he leaned down to stroke his tongue through the tight sluice of his daughter's quim, or occasionally a little higher, to her almost impossibly tight tailhole, its light caramel color a contrast to Kat's own pink rosebud. As her father continued to work the little otterteen over with hand and mouth, Trencher knelt as well, eager for his taste of fresh-squeezed virgin otterjuice, and started to flicker his tongue against Olivia's clitty until she was squirming like only a wriggly ottergirl possibly could, her own little orgasms each marked by a precious little squeak as she bit into the flesh of one of her hands to keep from making more noise.

"I can't take it anymore!" proclaimed Tierra, grabbing at her own clothes and nearly tearing them off, only barely stopped in this action by Tony, who reached over to help her take them off, joined by the shy and hesitant Birch a few moments later. Moments later, the stripy teen was prowling, naked, on all-fours before both virgin boys, licking her chops like a real tiger, and not just a morph, as she eyed them over with a gaze that made them both shudder - it was so hungry!

Thrusting her muzzle into Tony's crotch, Tierra half-closed her eyes, her expression turning dreamy as she inhaled deeply, taking in his young but potent male musk. Then she drew back, her upper lip curling almost in a Flehmen response, before she repeated the action with the mouseboy, lingering a long time to better savor Birch's smoother, more gentle mouseboy scent. Both boys had more than sizable bulges in the fronts of their pants, and it was obvious they were almost as turned-on as the tigergirl.

"I've got to have you," growled Tierra in a voice low and desperate. "I've got to taste you both. Now!"

Like a ravenous animal tearing into fresh meat, Tierra worried at the buttons and zippers of first Tony's and then Blake's pants, until she somehow managed to wrench them open, spreading the flaps wide. Neither boy wore underwear - as common to do without among males as it was for femmes among morphs - and almost immediately their virgin erections popped up, plump and full and already almost at their adult sizes...which, judging from their present growth, would almost certainly be significant. Resting her muscular, rounded rump on her heels, her stripy tail lashing above her white-furred, soaking wet tigerquim, Tierra grabbed each boy's erection right near the base, and started to pump them up and down at a swift clip, making both boys tense as they were forced to move closer to each other, until their hips were touching.

"I want you both," growled Tierra in feline lust, leaning in to run her tongue up Tony's prick, before circling it around his plump glans. "I need you both," she continued, her words muffled slightly as she nibbled down Birch's heavily-leaking shaft. "Now!"

As she said this last, Tierra gripped both boys' erections firmly at the base once more, then - greedy beast - popped both their cocks into her mouth at the same time. Closing her eyes, Tierra's expression turned to one of the most exquisite bliss as she squeezed her lips as tightly shut as possible, holding both boys in her mouth, their bodies pressed so close together, they could smell each other, could hear each others' breath. And of course both boys were breathing heavily: Tierra was doing things with her tongue that just had to be illegal in most states of the US, and probably the European Union besides! Her mother, obviously, had trained her well.

"Silly kitten," tittered Catherine Bright as she came up behind her daughter, first eyeing the eager tigerteen's bobbing head, then her outthrust bum, before reaching down to lovingly caress and then to squeeze Tierra's rump. "You'll get a tummyache if you keep that up, kitten."

"Mmph!" protested Tierra succinctly, her hands working the boys' pants down around their thighs, baring their bottoms on the couch.

"Suit yourself," the middle-aged tigerwoman averred, "but do bear in mind: you can either have Birch as a virgin protein shake, or you can have his virginity in your cunny. Take your pick, but you can't have both. I may be generous, but not _that_generous." She smiled at Tony with a light nod. "Of course, dear Tony here is already spoken for."

Biting his lower lip at the older tigerfemme's words, Tony glanced behind her, seeing his mother standing there, watching him. As his eyes met hers, she smiled, then reached behind her, undoing the clasp at the top of her gown. With a flutter of fine fabric, it fell away from her, leaving her body naked before him, the white fur he'd often seen starting beneath her chin didn't quite go all the way down - instead, it turned to the same soft brown fur of the rest of her body, before starting again in all its stark, snowy whiteness just above her breasts, then descending all the way down to her inner thighs and (she being based on white-tail deer) underneath her tail. Her breasts weren't overlarge, but they weren't small by any means either. Rather, they were the perfect size to fit into Tony's hands, with a generous helping of flesh to seep through his fingers besides, capped with the most exquisite pair of pearl-pink nipples Tony had ever seen, in real life or in porn. She looked like a living, breathing Venus de Milo, except with willowy, artistic arms, and a cervimorph's deerlike features.

Seeing their hostess getting ready for the evening's fun, the other femmes in the room quickly peeled off their clothes, with Catherine the last to get herself undressed, taking her time, knowing she was closest to Tony and Birch, and therefore the one they'd focus on the most. Though Birch couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from Tierra as she continued to greedily gobble on his mousecock, unwilling to release either of her delicious prizes for even a moment, Tony found himself unable to resist drooling as he looked over the luscious morphfemmes, all of them in their twenties and thirties, all of them mature and fully-developed beauties. Tierra was hot, certainly, but her mother was even hotter, because she carried herself with that power and confidence that only comes with age and the experience to fully use everything she had to offer.

Hearing her mother's words, Tierra finally did pause, but only for a little while. Looking up with her bright eyes, she caught first Birch's gaze, then Tony's, and that was all it took to make up her mind. Immediately she hiked up her striped buns, her tail sticking almost straight into the air right at the crease of her toned tush, just barely obscuring most of the downy white fur right where the orange-and-black of the rest of her body's fur came to an end, while her head started to bob up and down with a desperate will. Unable to resist, Tony reached out and grabbed Tierra's butt, squeezing it with one hand, before Catherine caught his wrist, and guided his hand down further, until his fingers were pressing against the tigergirl's sopping cunny.

"Just like that," the older tigress cooed as she guided Tony's hand to do just the right things to her daughter. "That's it - she loves that."

Apparently Tierra _did_like what her mother said she did, for she gave a muffled yowl around her heavily-seeping mouthful of cock, and plunged her face forward, until her chin was bumping against the balls of both boys. Birch and Tony had to turn to face each other, kneeling on the couch, so as to allow Tierra to properly deep-throat them. Now Birch was stroking Tierra's back, petting her like she was a four-legged cat, moaning loudly - the mouseboy was a noisy one! - as he moved his eyes from Tierra to Tony. Tony met his best friend's eyes, just at the moment Tierra slipped a finger beneath each boy's tail, to squeeze the digit expertly into their tailholes, finding their prostates with only a little fumbling.

At the moment of contact with his prostate, Tony's head snapped up, and he howled! However embarrassing it might be to make such animal noises, he just couldn't help himself! Cum bubbled up from his balls, and soon began to spurt in copious gushes into Tierra's muzzle, quickly mingling with Birch's as the mouseboy also came, his lithe young body tensing and jerking forward and back with spasms of pleasure. Then, before Tony even knew what was happening, Birch was cutting off the wolfboy's howl with his mouth - he was kissing Tony! For a moment, Tony froze, not knowing what to do. But then another spasm of orgasm wracked his body, his eyes closed, and he began to kiss his best friend back. Tasting cum on her tongue, Tierra happily swallowed, the sounds of her throat contracting, gulping down every last tasty drop of fresh-squeezed, virgin boycum, her throat working audibly, even without Tony or Birch having to have their eyes open.

Not far away, little Kat was making the most adorable noises as she leaned forward heavily into the arms of her daddy, her head resting on his chest. The bunnygirl was lucky Sebastian was such a strong male, and she was a dainty little cutie, because right now she really didn't have the strength to stand up on her own anymore. Her legs were just trembling too much! The thick, strong fingers of Bram, the bighorn sheep, were mauling Kat's tushie, spreading her buns widely apart, squeezing them together, then rolling them almost brutally this way and that. As the powerful male did such naughty things to Kat's tender tush, the strong Great Dane, Regal, was kneeling, his tongue flicking and caressing against her virgin pink tailhole, getting her so very, very slick and wet. At the same time these two massive males were teaching Kat all the joys that could come from anal sex, her father kept one arm wrapped around his delicate daughter, while the hand of his free arm worked between her quivering, thoroughly soaked thighs, rubbing against her sweet pink treasures. Of course the older wolf was taking his time as he did so; after all, Kat was _very_sensitive right then, and he didn't want her to pass out or anything...at least not until later.

Within view of her bunnyfriend, Olivia was resting her head on her folded arms, her father still straddling her waist, holding her rudder tail up and out of the way by pinning it between his legs, his hands caressing and stroking her lovely little rump. Regal had already deeply enjoyed licking and slurping messily on the ottergirl's girlbits, while Bram, not as fond of giving oral sex, had fingered her to a more-than-satisfying orgasm. Now Holster was taking his turn, sucking on the spicy juices of a virgin musteline quim, while Blake had just finished his own rimjob of Olivia's tailhole - the tailhole he'd been promised he could deflower - while he let a generous dollop of water-based, flavored lubricant warm on the fingers of his hand, the other hand holding Olivia's buns spread apart.

Of course, every male there was naked now. Kat and Olivia had almost creamed themselves just watching all those strong, gorgeous, perfect-bodied males stripping down right in front of their wide, eager teenaged eyes. It was like getting a second Christmas and birthday all at once!

Off to the side, kneeling meekly, little Freya fidgeted a little in the new collar she sported around her neck, not quite restraining the aroused whimper that came as she watched her best friends getting prepared for their imminent deflowering. Her mother, Sif, of course bore her own new collar with stoic resolve, though her eyes never left the gorgeous body of Sebastian DeLoup, the one she wanted to be her master. Eve DeLoup had put the collars around both huskyfemmes' necks just before she'd gotten undressed, then tied them by leashes to a nearby standing lamp, as though they were both no more than common dogs. Of course, she was the alpha female in the DeLoup house, so such actions were perfectly within her rights. Actually, she could have done anything she wished with the two huskies, and not only would they have meekly accepted their fate, they would probably have enjoyed it: once a canomorph came to terms with the emotional demands of being the submissive in a power dynamic, submission quickly became the most _intense_turn-on imaginable.

Both huskyfemmes' inner thighs were soaked.

Trencher passed the two huskies on his way back from the buffet table, sporting a ratty hardon to rival such notables as Bram or Holster - ratmorphs were, after all, noted for being proportionally one of the best-hung of all morphtypes. He wasn't carrying any food, but rather a smooth metal cylinder that had been lain on the very end of the table. He gave the two collared femmes a wink as he passed, flicking the sharp edge of the maidenblade out and then back in with a deft touch of a button, hinting at what Freya herself would soon enjoy in the near future, and what Kat and Olivia would enjoy almost immediately.

"Time for all good little girls to get their cherries popped," announced the muscular wharf rat with a grin. "And it's times like this that I wish I'd had a daughter instead of a son. Still," he shrugged, casting a glance over toward slim little Willow, his mate, "there's plenty of opportunity for that."

The signal that passed between the males was silent, a matter of body language rather than words. Immediately the strong males were hoisting both wriggly little teens up onto a nearby table, many of them grinning or chuckling at the startled-yet-excited squeals of the little dears as they were laid on their backs. Seeing the maidenblade, both girls didn't need any prompting, and quickly lifted their legs as they lay side-by-side, spreading them wide apart. Olivia, the more flexible of the two, and an accomplished gymnast, actually lopped her ankles around the back of her head, while both girls used their fingers to spread their tender, untouched cunnies as widely apart as they could.

"Kat's first," said Trencher with a shrug at the questioning glance of the girls. "It's her dad's house, after all. Then I pop Olivia's cork, and then both daddies can get to the business of showing their daughters just how good sex can feel. Then the ones the girls picked get their turns with these little cuties' tailholes." His pointed ratty muzzle spread in a grin. "Then we all get into the act, no holds barred, until we're all satisfied."

Kat could hardly breathe, and her heart felt as though it was going to leap right out of her mouth at any moment. Wide-eyed, she watched the wharf rat approach, more than a little frightened. Trencher was a tough guy, a real fighter, and he had scars from his military days all over his body, showing even through his fur. But the other males seemed to trust him with the job of using the maidenblade, so Kat figured she could risk it. Feeling her daddy's hand resting on her own free one, she gave Sebastian's fingers a squeeze, looking gratefully up at the handsome lupomorph, before she turned her eyes down, watching as Trencher leaned in, his eyes almost closed, as he first took in the bunnygirl's clean, sweet scent, then pressed his muzzle against her delicate folds, making her moan as he tasted her. His tongue flickered out, dabbing firmly against the pink parts around her urethra, making Kat tense up at the unexpected pleasure this stimulation brought her, right up until she heard a sudden click. The next thing she knew, Trencher was lifting his head, giving her a sly wink as he lifted the maidenblade, letting her see it clearly. He'd taken her hymen without her even feeling a thing.

Even as Sebastian moved to take Trencher's place, licking, then sucking on those same extra-sensitive pink places, Olivia couldn't keep herself from wriggling on the table. Even in her present position, the ottergirl was incredibly flexible, and her tushie squirmed this way and that, her tail turning in the opposite direction of her supple, brown-furred curves each time. Unlike Kat, who was a lover of masculine beauty, like Holster or her father, Olivia was turned on by "bad" men, like Trencher or Blake.

Seeing that his daughter simply couldn't hold still, Marlin climbed smoothly onto the table with typical musteline agility, and crouched over her, his plump sac just a short distance above her face, while he grabbed the backs of her lower thighs, and pressed them firmly against the table. Finally pinned in place, and being driven even more crazy with arousal than she'd thought possible by the restraint, Olivia whimpered, her arousal having reached desperate levels now as she watched the scarred-up rat stroke one strong hand over her slick, sticky folds, then start to pump his fingers hard and fast in tight circles around her lower pussy, before gradually working his way up...higher...and higher...right to her almost painfully throbbing clitoris.

Almost to the point of thrashing against her daddy's strong grip as she was put on the bullet train to orgasm, Olivia's attention was momentarily distracted as she heard the loud squeal of her best friend, Kat, from right next to her. Turning her head, Olivia's eyes grew huge as she saw Sebastian DeLoup slotting his magnificent male organ into place at Kat's tight-clasped cunny, the lips seeming to kiss the big pink glans of the wolf's erection. Kat was so sensitive right then, she'd cum just from having her daddy put his penis at her gates. Then his rump tensed, his tail hiking high, and it was Olivia's turn to cum - this time at the same time as her bunnyfriend - as the powerful, gorgeous alpha male _plunged_himself down into his trembling daughter. The bunnygirl's big feet kicked desperately on either side of Sebastian's ribs, as the peach-furred cutie's whole body arched, young breasts rubbing against the hard muscle of Sebastian's broad chest, a host of the most adorable cries escaping her lips as his potent balls pressed against the heart-shaped points of little Kat's tushie, cries that were only slightly muffled by Sebastian's kisses.

Unable to keep herself from cumming again, Olivia only barely registered the click of the maidenblade as she found herself deflowered just like Kat, her hymen removed, opening her body up to all the great mysteries of true sex. Then her own daddy was kissing her, and she was hungrily kissing him back, their supple bodies squirming against each other as he covered her. With her legs still wrapped around the back of her head, Olivia was as presented for Marlin as she could be, as he easily sank into her depths, making his daughter squirt all over his groin with another orgasm, even as their strong tails twined together, giving each other additional leverage for thrusting against each other. Their bodies made for moving easily in the weightless environment of underwater, the two otters seemed almost to defy gravity as they squirmed and bucked on the table, Marlin's plump balls slapping loudly against his daughter's bum with each machinegun thrust.

Back on the couch, Tony only just registered the popping of his sister's cherry. After all, he had quite a lot to hold his attention at that moment.

Straddling his thighs, Eve DeLoup, his own mother, arched her back, smiling down at her son as he caressed her perfect, full breasts, his eyes wide and wondering as he looked at each full, plump nipple, standing perked and erect from the white fur of her breasts and belly. Birch was in similar straits as he admired Willow Branch's more petite set of teats, her nipples a bright pink that stood out clearly against the albino white of her fur. Willow, actually, was a sharp contrast to her burly, dark-furred mate, being light, petite, and very small of build, with the delicate and very sensitive skin expected of an albino.

"Run your tongue all over then, Tony," coaxed Eve softly in her son's ear. "Then take little nibbles. Go ahead - it's what your father does, and I love the way he handles my breasts."

Unlike Tony, Birch didn't need much prompting from his mother. Within moments, the lithe young mouseboy was happily sucking on first one and then the other of his albino mother's tasty tits, his eyes heavy-lidded as he savored their sweet flavor. While Willow wasn't giving milk just then, a morph's breasts tended to be flavored by sebaceous glands, which kept the nipples supple, as well as quite tasty, though the exact flavor varied by femme. In Willow's case, she had a sugary taste to her nipples, which drove Birch nearly wild with eagerness to taste more.

Moaning into his mother's breasts, Tony was soon almost gnawing on the erect nub of Eve's nipple, his teeth lightly grazing her delicate flesh. Every time he nearly bit down, the whitetail doe would shudder all over, her juices leaking copiously onto her son's thighs. Soon the doe shifted her hips forward, pinning Tony's penis between his belly and the cleft of her quim. As his efforts on her breasts increased proportionally, Eve ground her hips against her son's rigid flesh harder, faster, her teeth gritting tightly as her words came out in an urgent whisper, telling him just what she wanted, what she needed, for him to bring her the ultimate pleasure.

Suddenly, Eve bucked her hips forward a little too much, and the tip of Tony's prick caught against her gushing cunny lips. As she slid back down his lap, sinking her son's cock into her depths right up to his balls, she and the teen wolf both cried out loudly, their arms wrapping around each other, holding each other tightly as Eve shuddered through her first orgasm.

"Keep your belly tight," she warned urgently in her son's ear, the words coming more from instinct than consciousness as she fought through the haze of her orgasm. "And your butt. But especially tense those muscles inside, the ones that let you pop your penis out of your sheath so you can pee, then pop it back in...alternate between the two...that's it...that's a good boy..."

Birch, meanwhile, watched with wide eyes as his mother crouched over his hips, holding his erection upright with her dainty hands, keeping it aimed right at her pink folds. Letting herself sink downward slowly, she moaned long and loud as her son's shaft filled her up, right up until his plump mouseballs were pressed against her pert, toned bottom, her naked pink tail lashing just above. His hands gripping the couch beneath him tightly, Birch fought to keep control of himself as his mother started bucking herself, up and down, her petite breasts rippling a little with each impact against his hips and the sac beneath.

Speeding up, Eve DeLoup looked over at her mate and husband. Sebastian returned the look with a tense grin. His eyes played over the erotic sight of his wife grinding her toned bottom against their son's hips, her back dimples clearly visible to either side of her upturned white tail. At the same time, Eve drank in the way her husband's smooth-sculpted butt clenched, his tail hiked high, as he arched his back, his movements making him thrust almost straight downward into the wriggling peach-furred bunnyteen beneath him, despite their both being at horizontal angles to each other. A matter of moments later, and little Kat gave a loud squeal, her whole body trembling all over as she squirted copious girljuices, soaking her daddy's balls.

"Now," Sebastian mouthed to his wife, and Eve grinned, her face deeply flushed, and nodded in compliance.

Immediately both parents started to pick up the pace, while Marlin and Willow, sensing the increase in tension, did likewise. Deep-throated, masculine grunts mingled with high-pitched female cries and the slap-slap-slap of flesh-on-flesh, and the whole room seemed flooded with the scent of arousal, a heady, intoxicating mix of pheromones that was enough to drive every morph there wild. Only the willpower of the adult participants kept them from sinking into atavistic mating instincts, pouncing each other in the quest for holes to fill. In fact, if any female there had been in estrus, then not even all their willpower would have been able to help them hold back. Naturally, that was one of the biggest reasons why cherry pop parties were usually performed only when nobody was in heat.

Giving a loud squeak!, Birch was the first to pop his cork, his trim mousy body tensing up, especially his sleek washboard belly and tight mousey buns, his hips jerking frantically as his mother's inner walls milked him for every drop of cum. She squeaked more softly in his ear, resting her head on his shoulder, panting hard and ragged as she gyrated her hips, closing her eyes to just feel as she was filled right up to the brim with mousecum.

Sebastian and Marlin, meanwhile, moved like synchronized swimmers, rolling with careful precision onto their backs, making sure not to move too fast, so as not to disrupt their daughters' pleasure with a confusing change of position. The moment she was positioned over her daddy's hips, Kat lifted herself up and started to bounce, her cotton tail wiggling along with her perfect teenage tushie as she took the big wolf right to the hilt. Olivia, in her turn, pressed her body even more tightly against her daddy, wriggling in almost serpentine fashion against his whole body, keeping her rudder tail hiked high, all the better to slap his balls against her gushing cunny as she came and came and came, giving a high-pitched chirp with every orgasm that washed over her.

Even with all the additional muscles that morphmales had in and around their sexual apparatus, and even with all their experience, Sebastian and Marlin weren't going to last much longer. Luckily for them, the new position of their daughters was the signal for their pinch hitters to move into position. Kat gasped_in surprise as she felt strong hands gripping her little bunny butt, then a heavy slab of horsemeat nudge its way against her tightly-clenched tailpucker. Holster had thoroughly lubed up his shaft until it glistened, and with all the preparation Kat had already had, she was about as ready as she was ever going to be for the moment of losing her tailcherry. Of course, as a stallion, Holster was _big, and even as gentle and carefully-prepared as he was, and Kat was, he still had to take it nice and slow as he eased himself forward just a little, then pulled back. Finally, the tip of his heavy horsecock finding its mark at Kat's pink bullseye, Holster watched as his shaft started to bend...and then suddenly straightened out as he popped past Kat's tiny tailring.

Crammed more fully than she'd ever thought possible, not in all her wildest erotic fantasies, Kat's head snapped back as Holster filled her from behind, until his balls were squeezed up against Sebastian's, and she cried out again and again. Not from pain, for she'd been very thoroughly prepared for this moment, but from pleasure as she discovered, almost in a panic, that she couldn't stop cumming! The desperate fluttering of his little girl's inner walls around his aching shaft proved too much for Sebastian, and the handsome wolf gave a feral snarl, his fingers squeezing tightly into his daughter's bunny butt, as his balls bubbled over and he started to cum. The gush of her father's seed inside her just make Kat's whole body feel like it was turning into a supernova, and she couldn't hold back a scream, mercifully cut short as Holster pressed his agile equine lips against hers, his hips starting to really move now, making her plush tushie bounce with each slap until the white fur of her undertail started to turn pink from the impact.

Olivia was in similar straits as Blake Bright, the gorgeous and savage tigermale she'd promised could have her tailcherry, drilled his way into her from behind. The drilling was literal, as he gyrated his hips, making good use of the pointed tip of his felimorph's penis to part her anal rosebud, before he almost literally screwed himself right into her searing hot inner depths. Moments later, her pretty little mouth was filled to the brim with ratcock, cutting of her chittering cries, as Trencher stepped forward, guiding his hefty shaft with one hand, the other cupping the ottergirl's chin, letting him pop his penis into place. Now being filled up from all sides, all at once, Olivia's whole world reeled, more sensation than she'd ever thought possible battering straight into her virgin brain all at once. And when her caddy came, his cum squirting deep inside her, setting off a host of _powerful_inner contractions, Olivia actually blacked out for several moments; it just felt too good!

Struggling with all his might, his eyes and jaw squeezed tightly shut, Tony was holding on for all he was worth. His fingers dug deeply into his mother's perfect bottom, even as each of her thrusts against his hips deformed the perfect inverted heart of her rump as it slapped against his sac. Then, suddenly, Tony's eyes snapped open. Was that a tongue?! It was, and as Tony looked over the swell of Eve's hip, he saw the raccoon girl, Tina, wink one of her bright eyes up at him, before she went back to sucking on his swollen sac. Then she paused a moment, wetting one of those long, dexterous fingers for which raccoons are famous, and so smoothly slid it first into the delicate space of his perineum, and then, with a little bit of wriggling, into his tailhole. As before when Tierra had done the same to him, Tony found he couldn't hold it back anymore, not with his gorgeous mother's breasts jiggling right in front of his face like they were, coupled with direct stimulation to his prostate. Arching his back, Tony howled like a feral wolf once more, but this time the sound was cut off when Even kissed him, moaning happily as his thick boycum splashed against the inside of her sex.

Gripping the table beneath her tightly, Sebastian having slid out from underneath a little while ago, Kat held herself on all-fours, pushing her pert tushie back into each of Holster's thrusts. The big Friesian stallion was going faster now, harder, not holding back for the tiny bunnygirl, not now that she'd demonstrated she could take him all the way to the hilt. His heavy hands mauled her pretty buns, squeezing them tightly as he pounded her with gusto, making her ears and breasts bob with each slap of his hips against her tushie. And when he came, flooding her rectum with potent stallioncum, Kat leaned her head back into the kisses he lavished on her back and neck, just in time to receive similar kisses to her forehead and cheeks and lips as well. Mmm, but that gorgeous stallion could kiss!

Similarly, Olivia just held on for dear life, trusting in her stretchy otterbits as she was spitroasted between rat and tiger. Honestly, at this point she was letting the two big males do most of the work of holding her up, her mind swimming with more pleasure than she could reasonably handle, her body almost totally shut down except for occasional shudders as another in a long string of orgasms shook through her sleek little frame. She hadn't resisted when Blake took both her wrists in one big hand, and pulled them behind her back, pinning them there so as to hold her up, while his other hand gripped the base of her thick tail, letting him just open up, his hot stripy buns working at a fever pace as he admired the sight of a freshly-stretched otterhole taking its first ever cock. Olivia didn't resist, either, as Trencher gripped her streamlined head, and looked up with wide, pleasure-drunk brown eyes as he pumped his hips, rutting her mouth for all she was worth. When she met Trencher's eyes, that seemed to be the last straw for the overhung rat, as the sight of her little mouth stretched so impossibly wide around his stiff organ proved the turning point, and almost immediately, he was cumming, crying out in orgasmic pleasure while Olivia's throat bulged with each desperate gulp as she did her best to swallow every last drop of thick, hot ratcream. Blake wasn't far behind, bending over Olivia, pinning her tail to her back with his belly and chest, baring his large, sharp fangs as he also shot his load, the sudden flaring of his rubbery tigerbarbs actually stimulating something deep inside the wriggly ottergirl, a spot she hadn't ever guessed could exist. The moment she felt those barbs rasp at that hidden inner spot inside her tailhole, she blacked out again, squealing loudly as a wave of pleasure came crashing down on top of her.