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“Hey, did you hear about the new hire?”

The question came from Retsuko’s left as she typed away at an Excel document, the third that day of what was supposed to be 12 that week. She didn’t let it break her concentration, her neatly rounded panda face kept straight, her sharp, black eyes dotted by the square glow of her monitor. Her pudgy digits were a blur across her keyboard, trying their damndest to get this assignment out there. Ton was on her ass about it. She wasn’t about to let anything distract her, let alone Fenneko and her rumors about the new guy.

“Yes, Fenneko,” she all but groaned. “I heard about him.”

The chatty fennec leaned closer to her, those massive ears looming like a pair of TV dishes. Retsuko could see the side of her face in her peripherals. “Yeah, but did you hear about him, as in what he is?”

Retsuko sighed. “No, I haven’t. I don’t really care about people’s species. I try to be blind to that kind of stuff. You should be too.”

Fenneko put her paw over her chest. “Oh, I am. Don’t worry. I’m not racist.”

“Nobody said you were.”

“What are you guys talking about?” It was Haida, on Restuko’s right. “You, uh… You talking about the new guy?”

“We might be,” said Fenneko with a cheeky smile. “Retsuko hasn’t heard what he is yet.”

“Oh yeah? Well, is what I heard true? ‘Cause I don’t wanna start rumors or anything. I mean, that’s all I hear are rumors about the guy.”

“Kabae said she’s seen him already,” said Fenneko. “It’s true. Said she’s never seen one right now, thought he was cute.”

“Really?” Haida scratched his grizzly snout and looked at the ceiling. “Well, I can’t say I have either. They’re pretty rare, especially here in Japan.”

“I know they are. I haven’t seen one either, only in pictures. They’re like celebrities online. All they do is exist and people go crazy for them.”

Retsuko was trapped in their conversation, an unwilling participant. [i]I’m just trying to get this work done.[/i] She leaned closer to the monitor, face lit by its glow. Her jaw clenched as the rumor mill grinded around her.

“I mean, they’re not [i]that[/i] amazing. I don’t get the hype. Just because you don’t have any fur doesn’t make you special,” said Haida.

“Oh yeah? You sound jealous.”

“I’m not jealous. I just… don’t think they’re all that. I mean, I’m sure the new guy is nice. I’ll know when I meet him, but I’m not gonna go gaga over him like other people might.”

“You might not, but I bet some of the girls will.”

“Don’t say that!” Haida all but hissed. Retsuko knew when he was flustered. He definitely was now. “I mean, those are just stereotypes. You have no way of knowing about that kind of stuff.”

“Uh, helloooooo. The internet?”

“I mean, of course you’ll see guys like that on the web. That’s cause they’re confident enough to show it. Confirmation bias at its best.”

Retsuko let out a long sigh. She wasn’t going to ignore them forever. “Alright. I’ll bite.” She sat up in her chair and looked at Fenneko. “What is this guy?”

Fenneko lit that devilish smile of hers, squinting her beady, black fennec eyes. “I hear he’s a human.”

Any claim to being species-blind vanished when Retusko’s eyes went round. “A hu- A human?”

Fenneko nodded. “That’s what everyone’s saying. First in the whole company, and he’s gonna be working with us.”

Retsuko felt her heart flutter. Images she had encountered on the internet flashed in her mind. “Oh wow. That’s interesting.”

“You said you didn’t care about species, right Retsuko?” Haida asked her.

She jumped a little and spun in her chair to face him. She’d managed to forget her husband was right behind her. She smiled at him, though not without a tinge of blush on her face. “Oh yeah! I am. I’m just, you know, interested in seeing a human for the first time. I’m like you, never seen one before.” She gulped and made a more serious face. “I mean, not like it’s a big deal. I’ll treat him like anyone else.”

That seemed to calm Haida down a bit. “Yeah, me too.”

“And so will I,” Fenneko swore. “Though I can’t say the same for everyone else. He’s gonna have to beat some people away with a stick.”

Retsuko pictured herself talking to him, getting to know him better, and wondered what he looked like in the-

She shook her head. [i]No! Stop it. Bad![/i] “Y-yeah. Poor guy.” She tried focusing back on her work, typing away but making a few errors along the way.

“So, when is he coming?” Haida asked. “I thought it was this week.”

“It is,” Fenneko said. “In fact, it’s tomorrow.”

Retsuko stopped typing, creating a void of silence that filled their desks. “T-tomorrow?” repeated Haida. “Oh wow. OK.” He pulled at his collar and rolled his head as he faced his computer. “That gives us time, I guess.”

“Oh yeah? Time to do what?” Fenneko asked.

“I don’t know. Just to get things ready for him, I guess. Right Retsuko?” He looked at his wife but saw her staring blankly into her monitor. “Retsuko?”

She blinked back to life and looked at him. “Huh?”

“I said he’s coming tomorrow. That gives us some time to get things ready for him.”

“Oh yeah. Yeah, that’s plenty of time.” She turned her head towards her computer, staring into the grid of numbers but reading none of them. “Plenty of time.”

[i]***[/i]

Haida and Retsuko clocked in together the next morning like they always did. Though they didn’t venture to the subject verbally very often, the human newbie was constantly on their minds. Retsuko fought hard to shake the thought of him, though he’d wiggle his way back no matter how hard she tried to distract herself. It was when she was in bed with Haida, trying to go to sleep that the intrusive human had insisted the most severely. That her husband was snoozing away behind her as the big spoon while she had such sinful thoughts was no small source of guilt.

Come morning she and Haida hid their trepidations of meeting him. Maybe he’d make a huge impact on workflow. Maybe it’d be like he wasn’t even there. Bothering them was how they and everyone else would react to being around him. Would they treat him like a celebrity, like they would anybody else, or like he didn’t exist? Retsuko hoped it was the second option, especially with Haida around.

They got their answer soon enough. They opened the door to the accounting office and saw him standing at his new station, directly across from where Fenneko sat. His back was to them, covered by a trim white shirt and black pants. He was short, maybe the same height as Retsuko, much shorter than any of the other men at the office. The only “fur” he had was on his head, dark black and trimmed short. His skin was pale white, barely a few shades darker than his shirt. That alone was enough to make Retsuko shiver.

He heard the door open behind him and turned his head. He was boyishly young with a round, smooth face bereft of any facial hair. Inquisitive brown eyes peered from behind rectangular glasses perched on a button nose. He turned the rest of the way around to reveal a bright red bowtie; Retsuko could tell it was real and not a clip on. She thought he was adorable.

The human smiled and reached his hand out at them, coming for Haida first. “Hello there. I’m Andrew,” he said with an accent. “I’m excited to work with you both.”

Haida shook his hand. “Hi, Andrew. I’m Haida, and this is Retsuko, my wife.”

[i]Probably didn’t have to tell him that right away, but whatever,[/i] Retsuko thought as she put on a genial smile and shook Andrew’s hand. It was remarkably soft; if she squeezed hard enough she could’ve broken it. “Nice to meet you, Andrew!”

Andrew bowed. “Likewise. I’m excited to meet everyone else.” He spoke like every word was calculated before he said it. Maybe he was afraid of offending someone or his Japanese wasn’t totally fluent yet. [i]If he’s going to work here, he better know the language[/i], Retsuko thought. [i]But if he can get a job here then he probably does. [/i]

Haida pointed at a box on the desk. “Is this your spot?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Good! You’re right across from us. And you’re next to Annai. You’ll get along with him well, I think.”

[i]Better than how he got along with everyone else when we first met him,[/i] Retusko thought.

Haida continued. “You’re right across from Fenneko. Retsuko sits next to her, and there I am over there. That’s everyone at this set of desks. You’ll get to know us pretty quickly, I think.”

Andrew was beaming. “Yes! That sounds great.” The way his round, smooth cheeks dimpled when he smiled made Retsuko’s tail twitch.

[i]And he’s sitting right where I’ll be able to look at him all day,[/i] she realized with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. [i]And I was worried about being distracted before.[/i]

That was when Fenneko filed into the office, a steaming cup of coffee in her paw. She came in with a dull expression, not being the morning gal. The Americano did an alright job of perking her up, but nothing like the sight of Andrew standing close to her station. Her giant ears and fluffy blonde tail shot up straight before she barreled towards the newcomer. She squeezed right between Haida and Retsuko, knocking them aside like bowling pins.

“Hi! You must be the new guy.” She shot her arm at him. “Fenneko. Nice to meet you.”

Andrew shook her paw and bowed. “Nice to meet you too, Fenneko. My name’s Andrew. I look forward to working with you.”

“So do I. Say, have you ever worked accounting before?”

“No ma’am, though I took all the right classes for it. I moved to Japan last month when I got this job.”

“Oh, nice. What part of town are you living in?”

“Ginza, Mitzukoshi street.”

“Oh! That’s nice.” Fenneko pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Say, Andrew. Wanna take a selfie together?”

That caught him off guard. Haida and Retsuko were equally taken aback. Andrew’s smile faltered. “A selfie?”

“Yeah, you know, like me taking a picture of us together.”

“I-I know, just…” He looked back at Ton’s office. “Are we allowed to do that?”

“We’re allowed to do anything if we don’t get caught. Come here.” She swooped up to him and wrapped on arm around his torso, pulling him close so that their heads were mushed together. Fenneko lit a bright smile. “Smile!” Andrew lifted the corners of his mouth as best he could. Fenneko snapped a photo and let go of him. She stared at it on her phone screen, no longer looking at the person she shared it with. “There we go, that’s great. Thanks, Andrew. See you around.” She walked over to her desk, head tilted down, already tapping her thumb to put the picture on her socials.

Andrew corrected his shirt and bowtie. “She’s, uhh… rather fun.”

“Don’t worry about her,” said Haida. “She’s glued to her phone all the time. You’ll hardly ever see her without it. You just-“

“[i]Oh, look who it is![/i]” That squeaky voice cut through Haida’s like a scythe the same instant someone else came charging past him towards Andrew. There was Tsunoda, the flamboyant gazelle in her pink blouse and short skirt. Her cheery white face sparkled within inches of Andrew’s as she bombarded him with a high-pitched chatter. “You must be the new guy! Oh, you must be because I’ve never seen you before. I’ve never met a human! You’re as handsome as they say! Gorgeous! What’s your name, good lookin’? I’m Tsunoda! Nice to meet you!” Nary a breath was had between sentences, each one rolling after the other with astonishing speed and clarity.

Andrew was physically pushed back by her rapid-fire voice, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. “I-I- I’m Andrew.” He presented his hand reluctantly and bowed. “Very nice to meet y-“

She grabbed his hand and shook it hard. “Oh, very nice to meet you too! I can’t [i]wait[/i] to work with you!” In a flash she drew her phone from her purse. “Let’s take a picture together right now!” Just like that Andrew was wrapped up in another girl, cheek to cheek, forcing an awkward smile as she aimed the facecam at them and snapped a pic. Pleased with the result, she fired it off to her socials, confident it would perform better than Fenneko’s. “I love it!” She waved her fingers at her new human friend. “See you around, Andrew.”

Andrew was left in a daze by his desk. He didn’t know whether he should adjust his clothes or not in case another worker came in and forced a selfie upon him. Retsuko felt embarrassed for him while Haida stewed in his jealousy. “I’m really sorry about that,” Retsuko said. “They’re just… very excited to meet new employees. It helps even the workload, you know.”

Andrew fixed his glasses and cleared his throat. His face was blood red. “It’s fine,” he said in a low voice. “I know why they’re like that. It’s because I’m a human. I’m not naïve to how what people think of us.”

Retsuko folded her paws in front of her skirt. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” chimed Haida. “You don’t deserve to go through all that.”

Andrew’s smile returned. “I said it’s fine. I’m used to such pleasant treatment. I just didn’t think I would encounter it here at the workplace where I thought things would be more… professional.”

Haida chuckled. “Professional? In a place like this? You might want to try a different office.” He came up to Andrew and laid a heavy but friendly paw on his shoulder. “Don’t let it get to you, Andrew. You’ll adjust to this place just fine.”

Andrew smiled and nodded, though Retsuko could tell he was uncomfortable. “Yes, I think I will too. Thank you.”

Haida and Retsuko went to their desks to start their workday. A few more people came in and promptly introduced themselves to the new employee. The women were typically eager to make an impact on him while the men were more reserved if not dodgy. Andrew spent the rest of his time decorating his station with the things in his box. Soon it was as personalized as everyone else’s, like he had been working there for years. Once the shift had officially started director Ton came bursting out of his office, his normally abrasive features lit with a smarmy grin.

“Everybody listen up!” he boomed in a voice barely louder than how he regularly spoke. He stomped over towards Andrew’s desk, the handles of fat that spilled over his beltline jiggling along the way. His curly pig tail bounced and wagged behind him as he wrapped one cannon of an arm around Andrew’s shoulders and pulled the human right out of his chair. Andrew hung from him limply, glasses sliding off his shocked face. “A you all may have noticed, we’ve got new blood in the office. I’m sure most of you have met him already but allow me to introduce him officially.” He clapped his hand on Andrew’s chest, almost covering it completely. “This is Andrew! He’s here bringing us his talents from America. I want everyone to show him the ropes and treat him like family, because he is family!” He gave Andrew a proud shake, rattling the man like a ragdoll. “What’s more, tonight we’re gonna celebrate our new inductee. A night at the Maenohara Onsen Saya no Yudokoro hot springs for everyone! My treat!”

A gasp was had throughout the office. “That’s the nicest onsen in this part of the city!” Haida said under his breath. “He’s never done anything like that for any of us!”

Fenneko leaned towards him, over Retsuko. “Well, none of us are human.”

Retsuko hushed them both. “[i]Shh![/i] Let’s just enjoy the occasion, alright? I’ve never been to Maenohara.”

“Neither have I,” said Fenneko. “Place like that is a little pricey for a hot spring, but if the boss is paying, I’m happy to go.”

Ton let his prisoner go and patted him on the shoulder, nearly knocking him down. “Good to have you on the team, Andrew. We’re lucky to have you.”

Andrew stood upright and fixed his glasses. He was blushing hard, not a fan of all the attention, no matter how positive it was. “Thank you, sir. I certainly feel welcome here.”

“Come in my office,” Ton said. “Let’s talk about some things.” Ton guided him with a hand on his shoulder to his office where the door was shut behind them. When the resulting echo had dissipated it was replaced by excited whispers.

“Maenohara!”

“I’ve never been there before!”

“I heard it’s nice.”

“This is the best thing Ton’s ever done for us!”

“Having a human on board is the best thing that’s ever happened to us!”

Retsuko paid no attention to their chatter, instead looking at Ton’s office where she saw the behemoth swine sitting at his desk while Andrew stood. [i]What could he possibly be telling him? [/i]

“Maenohara Onsen…” Haida repeated bitterly. “You’d think we had saved the company a billion yen. Hell, we [i]do[/i] save the company a billion yen. Why does having a human on our team warrant that kind of celebration but not everything else we do?”

“Now, don’t look at it that way, Haida,” said Retsuko. “Think of it as a special treat for all of us. Ton might be extra happy because Andrew came here of all places and not another department.”

“Oh yeah? I wonder how long that’ll last,”

Retsuko frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean look at how everyone treats him. Like Fenneko said, he’s like a celebrity. Ton’s sucking up to him better than Komiya does to Ton. Imagine what corporate’s gonna do to him. He’ll fly up the ladder faster than any of us could ever dream.” Haida shook his head and looked at his computer. The screen was dark, leaving his reflection to look back at him. “I don’t know. I’m trying not to be jealous, but you can see where I’m coming from, right?”

She had to admit he had a good point. “I do, it’s just you gotta remember it’s not Andrew’s fault. He didn’t ask to be human, and it doesn’t look like he’s comfortable with all this extra attention.”

Haida took a deep breath and seemed to relax. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I don’t think that’s why Ton’s doing this,” Fenneko butted in.

Retsuko and Haida turned their heads and spoke in unison. “What?”

Fenneko was on her phone (surprise) tapping away responses to comments on her selfie with Andrew. “I said I don’t think Ton’s doing this to celebrate Andrew being here.”

“Oh yeah?” Haida scoffed. “Then what’s he doing it for?”

Fenneko just cracked a grin, one Retsuko didn’t like. She double-checked Ton’s office to see if Andrew was still in there before showing them her phone. It was one of the pages she had posted the selfie to. The comments were pulled up. Retsuko and Haida both read them.

Gigamae13: Uh ohhhhhhh human in the office. Watch out ladies!!!

TheFaceUWant: AAAAAAA He’s so cute! Hope you get to know more about him and tell us ????

Bestlife1111: You girls better watch out. There’s a human on the premises ????

Every other comment followed the same tune. Retsuko’s face grew hotter and hotter with each one she read until she had to turn her head. “Put that away,” she said.

“So stupid,” Haida muttered while sitting back in his seat. “Tell me you don’t believe any of that stuff.”

“I mean, it’s kind of hard to ignore,” Fenneko said as she gave her post’s engagement numbers one more look before rattling off another comment. “I’ve seen pics and videos. We all have.”

“Well of course [i]those[/i] things depict it that way. That’s what they want you to think.”

“What they make me think isn’t the point. What it makes Ton think, is.”

Retsuko dared to ask, “What… What do you mean?”

“I mean this big trip to the spa isn’t to celebrate Andrew working with us. Maenohara has a no bathing suit policy.” She grinned at her two coworkers from her phone. “I think Ton is doing this to find out how big Andrew’s-“

[i]Click![/i]

Ton’s door opened, and Andrew came walking out of it. Fenneko spun forward in her chair and feigned like she had been at work the whole time. Retsuko and Haida did the same, though they could do little to hide their burning, blushing faces.

[center]***[/center]

Lunch time came around and everyone took their usual seats with Fenneko, Haida, and Retsuko sitting at the corner table. Their conversations had wandered away from Andrew, though none of the trio could stop stealing glances at the human when they were still working. Retsuko had done the most poorly, Andrew being in front and to the left of her where she could see his cute face at any time. On more than one occasion he had caught her looking. She would play it off with a smile. He would smile back for just a second before returning to his stoic focus on his work.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to work anymore,” Retsuko griped as she opened her metal-themed lunch box. “Not with him right in my line of sight.”

Haida was beside her, cracking apart a pair of chopsticks. “Come on. He’s not that distracting, is he?”

“He wouldn’t be if [i]somebody-[/i]“ She snapped her head at Fenneko accusingly. “-didn’t bring up a rather inappropriate subject in the workplace.”

Fenneko ignored her while twisting open a thermos cup. “Oh, come on. Don’t act like you weren’t thinking about it too. Everyone is.”

“Thinking about it and talking about it are two completely different things,” Haida said.

Fenneko smirked at him. “So, you admit you were thinking about it.”

He grew visibly flustered again. “I mean, not then, not like that. But I am now!”

“You were going to eventually,” Fenneko said as she poured some soup into the thermos cap. “If not because of me, it would be tonight at the onsen.”

“Oh God,” Haida groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“Are you two going?”

Retsuko and Haida looked at each other. “We hadn’t talked about it,” Retsuko said. “I want to, but…”

“If you want to, you can go,” Haida said. “I’m going. Can’t miss an opportunity for a free spa treatment, not at the Maenohara.”

“Same. I just wonder how Ton’s gonna act if my theory is correct.”

“I think your theory is hogwash,” Haida harrumphed. “Ton might be a bastard, but he’s not a pervert.”

“Hey, being curious doesn’t make you a pervert.”

“No, but it doesn’t make you a saint either.” Haida bunched up some noodles in his chopsticks. “I just hope Andrew is comfortable with it all. I’m starting to feel for him.”

“’Starting’ to feel for him?” Retsuko prodded.

“I mean… I really feel for him.”

It was then Tsunoda swooped in towards them, carrying a small bag lunch. “Hellooooooo! Mind if I join you guys?” She didn’t wait for an answer before she plopped herself on a seat directly across from the other three. “So! What do you think about the new guy?” How natural it was of her to gossip.

“W-well, we just met him,” Retsuko said. “He’s very cute and shy. Doesn’t talk much, but he definitely works hard.”

Tsunoda nodded along. “Mmhmm. Mmhmm. And how big do you think his dick is?”

Haida spit up the noodles he had in his mouth. “[i]Pfffttttthhhhh![/i]”

“[i]Tsunoda![/i]” Retsuko squealed. She lowered her voice to a hiss. “[i]That’s hardly appropriate work talk.[/i]”

Tsunoda rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t lie to me and say you weren’t thinking it. Everyone is.”

“That’s what I told them,” Fenneko said from behind her phone.

“That picture I took with him blew up on the Gram. People love seeing a human they’ve never seen before. One showing up in a corporate office? Unheard of.” She picked up her phone and quickly navigated to her post. She showed them the screen and swiped through the comments, many of them dashed with a conspicuous amount of eggplants. “Everyone’s talking about him and his wang. What do you think he is, seven, eight inches? That’s what the humans in porn are packing. Maybe Andrew’s even bigger.”

Haida was clearing his throat after spitting the noodles back into the Tupperware. He wiped his lips with the back of his wrist. “You know that’s confirmation bias. Porn studios hire the most hung humans and hype them up as sexual studs.”

“Oh, I don’t just watch porn, Haida,” she said. “I’ve read stories, verified ones. Ain’t one of them put their human’s size less than six inches.”

Haida grimaced. “Exaggerated.”

“Well, we’ll find out tonight, won’t we? Or rather, you and the boys will find out. Maenohara segregates gender. You and the boys will have a front row look, and you bet you’re gonna tell me everything.”

“He’s gonna tell [i]us[/i] everything,” Fenneko corrected her. "You’re not gonna hog all the deets from us. Everyone’s dying to know.”

“I know they are,” chirped Tsunoda. “That’s why I should be the first girl to know. I have the bigger user base, after all.”

That made Fenneko’s eye twitch. “I don’t care who’s got the bigger following. Everyone deserves to know.”

“Nobody deserves to know anything!” Retsuko snapped. “It’s his body, and nobody else’s. Whether anybody or nobody knows about it is entirely up to him. He’ll tell us what he’s comfortable with.”

“What who’s comfortable with?”

The whole table jumped out of their skins at the sound of his voice coming right from behind Tsunoda. She twisted around to see Andrew with a bag of McDonald’s in his hand. That friendly mien still stood strong, him being blissfully oblivious of the subject at hand.

“Oh, nothing!” Retsuko said, breaking out in a sweat. “Just… talking about… thing’s we’re comfortable with. You know…”

“Oh! That sounds nice.”

Tsunoda patted the seat next to her. “Why don’t you have a seat, Andrew? We’d love to get to know you.”

“Oh, thank you! I was just about to ask if I could join you guys.” He set his bag on the table and sat down next to Tsunoda. “Is this where you usually sit?”

“Um, Retsuko, Fenneko, and I, usually,” Haida told him.

Tsunoda was turned all the way in her stool seat to face Andrew. “I usually take a spot elsewhere, but today I thought I’d chat with my friends about something very important.”

“Oh?” inquired Andrew as he pulled out a double cheeseburger. “What was it? About things that are comfortable?”

“Right! We thought about that trip to the onsen tonight and how good it’s gonna be. Are you excited?” Retsuko fought the urge to kick her in the shin.

“Well, a little. I have to admit I’ve never been to a hot spring before, and I heard this one is nice. It separates the men and women, right?”

Tsunoda nodded sadly. “Mmhmm.”

“Yeah, then it’ll be fun.” He looked at Haida. “Are you going?”

“Uh, yeah, I am. I think the whole office is.”

“Great. It’ll be a good bonding experience for us all.”

“Oh, it really will!” cheered Tsunoda as she clapped her hands together. “We’re gonna get naked and relaxed and we’ll want the night to never end! Won’t we, Haida?”

Haida sighed. “Yeah, we definitely will. Gonna learn a whole lot about each other tonight.”

[center]***[/center]

The office crew showed up at the onsen later that night when the sun had fallen. It was on the outskirts of the city, the farthest some people had been from their homes since they’d started living there. It was away from the constant Tokyo hum, seated on the face of the northern hills where it afforded a nice view of the city, the bay, and the majestic Mt. Fuji. Maenohara was regarded as one of the nicest onsens in the city for a reason.

Retsuko and Haida rode together in silence, each one brewing in their own anticipation of what the night would bring. Haida driving was automatic, all his thoughts on the human he would soon see in the nude and vice versa. Retsuko didn’t have to experience that but would have to suffer the gossip of her female coworkers as she did every day at the office. And people were supposed to come to the spa to relax.

They parked outside and wandered into the lobby to find most of the office crew already there, including Andrew. He and the other males were sitting on the chairs that lined the wall where a beautiful traditional Japanese mural had been painted. The entire facility reeked of feudal Japan, more so a draw for tourists than native Japanese; that much was obvious with the few other people waiting who spoke English amongst themselves. Andrew probably would’ve gotten along with them, but instead he stayed with his corps of coworkers. He seemed quiet, though, not engaging with the conversation around him. He would laugh only timidly when someone cracked a joke. No doubt he was thinking about undressing in front of his new pals. Likely they were thinking about it too.

Only two other women were in the group: Fenneko and Tsunoda. Kabae had declined to come while Tsubone, despite being a big fan of onsens and having visited Maenohara before, was out due to personal reasons. The two gals were in their own corner in the lobby, predictably on their phones and alerting their followers that they were at the spa. Retsuko could only imagine what rude comments their followers were flooding them with.

Haida joined the guys while Retsuko took a seat next to Fenneko. “Hey,” she said under her breath.

“Hey back,” said Fenneko, less quietly. “How are you doing? Ready to get your spa on?”

Retsuko rolled her shoulders. “Ugh, definitely. It’s been too long since I’ve been to one of these places. These past few days have been especially stressful.”

“Why? Because of Andrew?”

Retsuko darted her eyes over to the human to make sure he hadn’t heard. Seeing that he hadn’t, she hissed, “[i]No, because of you and your dirty talk.[/i]”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell me about it. I think you’re going to hear about it first before any of the other girls.”

“Hear about what?”

Fenneko shot her a wry look. “You know. Haida’s going to see it, and you’re going to want to know about it.”

Retsuko pouted and crossed her arms. “I don’t want to know a single thing about that. Haida doesn’t either. We talked about this.”

“You, maybe not, but Haida?” Fenneko scoffed. “I know boys. They’re obsessed about size. Having a big-“ She made a weird grunting sound as a euphemism for penis “-is more about masculine posturing than pleasing ladies. If they knew what we really liked-“

“That’s enough,” said Retsuko curtly, now starting to blush. “Let’s not talk about it.”

Tsunoda chimed with her squeaky voice from the other side of Fenneko. “Oh, we’re going to talk about it. You don’t have to, but Fenneko and I will.”

“You girls are awful,” Retsuko said with a grimace.

“The worst,” agreed Fenneko.

Ton got up from his seat and informed the woman at the front desk, a Japanese marten, that everyone was here and ready. She was wearing a snow-white kimono only a few shades whiter than her thick coat of fur. She bowed and told everyone to follow her. A grinning Ton turned towards his crew. “Come on, you guys. Let’s relax. Remember, everything’s paid for, so don’t hold back.” The fellas shared a hoot as they got up from their seats and followed. The ladies came after less eagerly, but still looking forward to what was in store. Among them was Andrew. He wore a queer smile, somewhere between queasy and excited.

The marten brought them into a long hallway with a dozen doors on each side, each one leading into a private massage booth. She assigned one to each person, telling them to undress and lay down on the table. Their masseuse will arrive shortly. Retsuko stepped into her assigned room and found a dimly lit area featuring a black cushioned table and counters full of various massage essentials. There was a bag on an empty chair for her to put her clothes in. She sighed before grabbing her shirt to peel it off. [i]Please let tonight go smoothly. [/i]

She was in the nude shortly after, her chubby thighs and buttocks left in the humid air along with her bosom. She climbed the massage table and laid on her stomach, her ringed panda tail sagging off the side lazily. [i]This is how I’m supposed to wait, right? Am I supposed to cover myself with a towel? I’ve been to onsens, but none that gave massages.[/i] She dreaded hearing the door open and then a startled man’s voice asking her to put a towel on. [i]God, I’m already stressed out. [/i]

Relief came when she heard the door open and looked to see a bear woman smiling at her, sans any shock at the red panda’s nudity. “Hello there! How are we today?”

“Hi! Um, I’m fine.” [i]Thank God it’s a woman.[/i] “Little stressed out. Hoping this will help.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I think I can ease the tensions for you, and if I can’t, the onsen will.” Retsuko had her doubts about that latter point. “I’m Ayame. What’s your name?”

“Retsuko. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Retsuko. Let’s get started.”

The massage started off smoothly, Ayame applying her burly bear paws to Retsuko’s upper back in long, grinding strokes that smushed her body into the cushion she lay atop. From the shoulders to her arms, upper back, lumbar, buttocks, thighs, and neck, Ayame made sure every part of her was properly kneaded and squeezed all the way down to the bone. For every moment of discomfort when extra force was applied, she could look forward to a gentle bliss right after. To have the great pads of fluff that covered her thighs and buttocks massaged without any lustful intent was an immense delight. She started to sink into the table cushion, all stress and hardship bleeding out of her with the grope and grind of Ayame’s paws.

“I can tell your enjoying this,” cooed the masseuse. “Is this your first time here at Maenohara?”

“Mmmm, it is.” Retsuko said, voice half muffled by the cushion she kept her face flat against.

“I saw you came with a big group. Are they your friends?”

“Coworkers. One of them is my husband. Our boss treated us.”

“Oh, that’s very nice.”

“Yeah, but the reason we’re here is kind of… Well, it’s not great, I don’t think.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” [i]I shouldn’t be talking about it. I’m trying to relax.[/i] But she couldn’t help herself. She needed to talk about the subject, something she refused to do in front of her two more gossipy friends. “We had a new hire. He’s here tonight. We’re celebrating him being on the team.”

“That sounds sweet. Is that a bad thing?”

“Well, not him being here. Some of our guys are jealous because our boss hasn’t done anything like this for any of us before, and by some of our guys I mean my husband.”

Ayame laughed. “I bet.”

“But that’s not the biggest problem,” Retsuko said, then went silent.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ayame asked while swiping her palms one after the other down Retsuko’s side.

“I do, but it might not be appropriate.”

“Well, as long as you’re not planning on doing anything to hurt anyone, I won’t tell. Talk about whatever makes you comfortable.” This was from the woman who had forcibly squeezed Retsuko’s bare ass multiple times in the past few minutes.

“Did you see everyone in our group?”

“I did.”

“Then you noticed we had a human.”

“Yeah. I’m assuming he’s the new hire your boss is celebrating.”

“Yeah. A lot of the guys and some of the girls are interested in getting to know him.” It sounded nice on the surface, but both women knew what lay beneath. “You know what they say about humans.”

Ayame was quiet for a moment. “Yes, I do.”

“Well, one of my girlfriends thinks that’s why our boss is doing all this. The whole conspiracy is that he wants to see our human friend’s… you know.”

Ayame chuckled. “Well, that’s certainly one way to find out.”

“I’m trying not to think about it, but I can’t. I’m thinking about poor Andrew- that’s his name -and how bad this might be for him, but dammit, I’m curious too. I like to think it’s a guy thing to be obsessed with big… things, but here I am with my two girlfriends obsessing over it.” She sighed. “Part of me wishes he’s normal sized, or hell, super small, so we can all stop talking about it and put it behind us.”

“And how will you know how big he is?”

“My husband will share an onsen with him. He’ll see it.”

“Right, and what if it is super small?”

Retusko frowned. “What do you mean?”

“What are you going to do if it’s super small? You said you’re obsessing over him because you think it will be big, but I don’t see how it being tiny will make things any better.” Retusko didn’t see it, but Ayame was smirking. “I know for a fact that if I knew a guy with-“

Retsuko cut her off. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I brought it up. How much longer will this massage take?”

“We have another half hour, though we can end it right now and I can send you to the onsen.”

“No, this is fine. Keep going.”

“Of course,” Ayame said, carrying on with the massage and not saying another word, mindful as she was on Andrew’s penis like the woman she massaged.

Their time came to an end finally. Ayame gave Retsuko a towel and took her bag of clothes, telling her where to find them when she was done in the onsen. It was just down the hall. “There’s just the three of you in that large space which is pretty lucky. That thing can fit over a dozen people.”

Retsuko thanked her and left the room with the towel around her torso. She felt limber and relaxed, like every part of her musculature had been rubbed tender. She waltzed through the hall with her ringtail cocked behind her proudly. [i]I’m actually starting to enjoy this. Let’s hope this onsen lives up to the hype.[/i] She found the women’s bath behind a glass door. The view inside was only so deep, blanketed as it was by a steamy fog thick enough to punch one’s arm through. Retsuko opened the door and felt the heat slap her across the body. Just the tiniest inhale would make her lungs simmer. The floor was a reddish-brown tile, giving way to a pool lined with slate. Real bamboo shoots grew out of the soil in the far corner while more traditional artworks were splashed across the walls. Ambient forest noises tweeted from the speakers.

There were Fenneko and Tsunoda sitting in the pool, up to their collars in the boggy steam that wafted about the surface. “There she is,” said Fenneko. “Come on in. Ain’t too hot.”

Retsuko thought otherwise, but no point in just standing there like an oaf. She hung her towel on a nearby hook and approached the pool. She very carefully dipped her toe in. Hot, but not painful. More of her Rubenesque leg slipped into the liquid heat until they were on the pool floor. From there she sank to her chin and let loose a long, blissful sigh.

“Ohhhh, that’s nice.” She drifted back to the pool wall where she could sit on the underwater ledge and simply soak.

“How was your massage?” Tsunoda asked. “Who did you get?”

“A nice bear lady named Ayame,” Retsuko answered. “She was nice.”

“A beagle with really, [i]really[/i] big tits,” Fenneko said. “Like, seriously. I felt them rub on my back whenever she leaned over me.”

Retsuko laughed. “I bet they reserve her for the American tourists.”

“Maybe,” Fenneko said. “I guess I got lucky. Too bad one of the guys didn’t get her. Maybe they were worried what Andrew would do to her if they gave her to him.”

“I was wondering who they did give him,” Tsunoda said. “Some girl they’ll be begging to give the deets on his cock like we are.”

Retsuko groaned. “You’re still yammering on about this?”

“You’re surprised?”

“No, I guess not, but it’s ridiculous.” Retsuko shook her head. “I talked about it with my masseuse. She thought you guys were crazy too.” That was a lie, but Retsuko didn’t think the girls had any way of finding out.

“Not crazy, just curious,” said Fenneko. “I’m wondering what the guys are doing right now. Bet they’re checking Andrew out as we speak. If it’s big like they think it is, you think they’ll compliment him on it?”

“They better not,” Tsunoda spat. “There’s nothing to compliment about a big dick. Nothing at all.”

For once Retsuko agreed with her. “That’s for sure.”

So did Fenneko. “I know but come on. These are dudes we’re talking about. All they ever care about are big dicks. They don’t know anything about what we want. They just want to be bigger than the next guy.”

Tsunoda rolled her eyes. “Forget how it makes them totally incompatible. Sure, it makes for some killer nudes, but I don’t want a guy who’s going to split me down the middle. Nuh-uh.”

Retsuko grimaced at the thought. For not the first time she envisioned a veritable hammer of meat hanging off Andrew’s petite body, the head half-wrapped in a foreskin. Balls heavy enough to match hung behind it, all beneath a thick, black jungle of pubes. She shook her head to rid herself of the image. “No, that sounds awful.”

“What’s your preferred size?” Fenneko asked. “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t know.”

While Retsuko hesitated, Tsunoda did not. “Well, small, obviously. Maybe 2-3 inches. Smallest I’ve ever slept with was around that big. Cute shrew boy on business all the way from Hungary. Loved me to tease him for it. So cute how easy it was to make him cum.” She giggled behind her hand.

Neither of the other girls bought her story, though a shrimp-dicked shrew to tease did sound nice. Fenneko expressed as much. “Me? I like ‘em small. Real small. Smaller the better. Smallest I’ve ever done was maybe three or four inches. Poor guy could barely get it past his sheathe. Wasn’t too shy about it. Fucked me like he thought he had a rocket strapped to his hips. Didn’t tease him for it, God knows I wanted to. We were fuck buddies for a while before he ghosted me. His loss.” She turned to Retsuko. “How about you? Where do you land on the dick scale?”

[i]Small.[/i] “Oh, I don’t really care.” [i]Tiny.[/i] “I don’t really think about it.” [i]Tinier than my pinky.[/i] “I think the guy it’s attached to is more important.” [i]So tiny that I barely touch it and it starts spewing.[/i] “I mean, I like a little guy here and there.” [i]Like Haida. [/i]“But it’s not really that important to me.” [i]But he’s too self-conscious about it so let me indulge.[/i] She was lucky they couldn’t see her tail jittering underwater.

The doubt was clear on her two coworker’s faces. “You’ve never fucked a guy smaller than five, have you?” Tsunoda asked.

“How big is Haida?” asked Fenneko. “Big? Small? Average? Come on, let us know.”

Even with the heat of the water Retsuko felt the temperature of her face rise. [i]So fucking small, it’s adorable. He’s shy about it too.[/i] “That’s none of your business.”

Tsunoda grinned. “He’s either really big or really small. Come on. Which is it?”

“I said that’s none of your business.” [i]How disappointed I was the night we first had sex when he wouldn’t let me tease him for it.[/i]

“Relax,” said Fenneko. “We’re just messing around. You’re right, it’s none of our business.” She sat back into the pool wall, letting the upper slope of her breasts peak above the surface. “Though I bet no matter how big he is, he won’t hold up to Andrew.”

Fennkeo had no idea. “Whatever,” Retsuko grumbled.

Fenneko’s cheeky grin faltered. “Hey, I’m just messing with you. Didn’t mean to say anything mean like that. Sorry.”

Even Tsunoda felt the pang of remorse. “Yeah, we didn’t mean anything by it.”

Retsuko sighed. “I know. It’s just that all that’s been on our minds the past few days has been dicks, dicks, dicks. Sorry if that’s not a subject I want to linger on any longer than I need to.”

Fenneko’s grin came back. “’Longer’, you say?”

Now Retsuko smiled. “Shut up.”

“There’s a smile. Tell you what, why don’t we get extra relaxed?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why don’t we take advantage of the fact that this is all on Ton’s bill?” Fenneko stood up and climbed out of the pool, her ostentatiously thick ass and legs letting off whips of steam from their blonde curves. She waltzed to the door where an intercom button was on the wall next to the door. She pressed it and spoke into it. “Hello. Can we have a bottle of Watari Bune please?”

The other girls’ eyes went wide. “Watari Bune?” Retsuko asked. “Isn’t that a ¥18,000 bottle?”

“Sure is,” said Fenneko. “Might be even more here.” A polite voice on the speaker told her that it would be there in a moment. Fenneko thanked them and strutted back to the pool, wholesome thighs whispering across one another. She dipped herself back into the water, a proud smile on her face. “What? I bet you a billion yen the guys ordered some drinks already. If they think we can’t have some fun too, then they’re dead wrong.”

“I’ll have to give my thanks to Mr. Ton for the bottle,” quipped Tsunoda.

“Save the ass kissing for later. For now, let’s just kick back and enjoy the night while we can, spare no expenses.”

“Right, and whose paying for these expenses?” Retsuko asked jokingly.

Fenneko guffawed. “Not me, that’s who.”

Only a few moments later the door to the onsen opened. A songbird came in with a bottle of sake and three shot glasses on a wooden plate. She set them down on the edge of the pool and told the women to enjoy before leaving. Fenneko waded up to the platter and opened the bottle. She filled the three glasses and waded back to the center of the pool where the three girls met. Tsunoda and Retsuko each took a glass. Fenneko held hers up. “To guys with little dicks.”

Childish snickers from the other two. They clinked glasses. “To guys with little dicks,” they echoed, then downed their shots.

Retsuko’s face contorted as the drink sizzled its way down her throat. “[i]Woof.[/i] That’s strong.” The other girls acted similarly. “Doesn’t drinking in hot water make the alcohol even more potent?”

“Let’s hope it does,” Fenneko said. “I’m trying to get fucked up.”

“Easy now. Getting drunk in high temperatures is dangerous. You can pass out and die.”

“Then it’s a good thing I got you girls to watch my ass.” She twirled around and made her way back to the bottle. “Anyone want more you can pour it yourself. I’m getting another shot.” Back at the platter she picked the bottle up and poured some more into her glass. “You girls better get yours while you can. I’m going to-“

[i]Woosh![/i]

The door swung open, pulling out a plug of hot air into the hallway. A chill swept across the room, Fenneko suffering the brunt of it at the pool’s edge. She winced and shivered hard, the sake still gurgling from the bottle into her shot glass. Having to blink to regain focus, she and the other two girls saw who had barged in on them.

Standing there holding the door open, totally nude and with a bottle of cheap sake in one hand, was Andrew. His cheeks were ruddy with alcohol, his posture slackened and his eyes barely coupled. He staggered into the onsen with a sleazy smile on his face. The door fell shut behind him. “Hey pretty ladies,” he slurred. “How’s the water?”

Three shocked faces greeted him. Tsunoda and Retsuko were frozen at the center of the pool, jaws agape. Fenneko was still pouring sake into her shot glass, now overflowing so that the spirit bubbled and fizzed across the tiles and into the pool water.

Andrew pointed at her with his bottle hand. “You just going to waste that? That’s good stuff right there.”

Fenneko realized what she was doing, cussed under her breath, and stood the bottle up. She averted her blushing gaze from the nude man only a few feet in front of her. “Um, hey Andrew. You know this is the girl’s onsen, right?” Tsunoda was giggling behind her hand. Retsuko had done a 180 and put her paws over her mouth.

“Of course I know that,” said Andrew. “That’s why I came over here, to say hello to you sexy ladies.”

Fenneko bit back some laughter. “That’s very kind of you, but now that you’ve said it you can… you can… Oh my God.” She put her paw over her mouth.

Andrew split a toothy grin. “What’s wrong? See something you like?” He was met with silence, both from Fenneko and Tsunoda who were gawking at the same thing.

“Go away, Andrew,” said Retsuko through her paws. “You’re not allowed in here. You said ‘hi’, now leave.”

“No, I think I’m staying. Besides, looks like your friends want me to stay~”

Retsuko was about to bite back when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked over and saw Tsunoda’s awestruck expression. “What?” Retsuko demanded. Tsunoda pointed at Andrew. The last thing she wanted to do was look in his direction, but something terrific had captured the other girls’ eyes. Reluctantly she turned around.

Then she saw it. Poking from Andrew’s loins, barely noticeable but impossible to look away from once it had been seen, was his pecker, a teeny, tiny, infinitesimal prick of meat no more developed than a shriveled grape. He stood right in front of Fenneko with it, her tremendous fox ears framing it like a majestic portrait of his puny masculinity. The skin above it was perfectly smooth, without even the softest hair to lend its texture.

Retsuko gasped like she’d been dunked in ice water. Electricity bolted through her tail, whipping it through the water. The paw that had been covering her mouth balled into a fist in front of her chest where her nipples had gone hard. On reflex she muttered the same thing Fenneko had: “Oh my God.”

Andrew took pride in her reaction the most. “Ahhhh, Retsuko. You like it too?” He rubbed his hand down his pelvis lazily. “I thought you would. The guys told me you’d love it.”

“Did, uh…” Fenneko started before clearing her throat. “[i]Ahem.[/i] Did the guys set you up to this?”

“Set me up? No. They said you girls would love to see a dick this size. I thought they were lying at first, but they convinced me. I came here to find out myself. Looks like they were right~” Indeed, they were. The men thought they were fucking with Andrew, and yet he’d accidentally proven them right by stumbling into the onsen and triggering the admiration of three beautiful women, a feat none of the Anthro men could hope to perform. Andrew did it just by standing there.

“Well, they weren’t kidding~” purred Tsunoda. “You’ve got the littlest prick I’ve ever seen. I think I want a closer look.” She stood all the way up, bringing the mighty swell of her tits and the hourglass figure that held them out of the water. All of it came wading after Andrew, a look of sultry intent painting her face.

Fenneko made room for her. “Come on, girlfriend. Plenty of room for everyone.” She looked back and saw Retsuko still at the center of the pool, paws in front of her chest. “Come on, Retsuko. Don’t tell me you’re going to let a cute thing like this one go unnoticed.” While she goaded Retsuko, Tsunoda laid a hand on Andrew’s shin, inviting him to sit on the pool’s edge for their inspection. He obliged them, almost toppling over as he squatted down and sat with his shins in the water. He looked over at Retsuko and waved her over.

“Come here, pretty panda. Have a look and tell me how much you love it.”

She could already see enough from there. [i]Small. Tiny. Smaller than my pinky. So small that it’ll spew with the smallest touch. [/i]Everything she’d ever hoped for in a phallus was right here in front of her, begging her to come closer. [i]No! It’s wrong. I have a husband.[/i] And yet the thrill that kept her loins on even temperature with the water demanded her to approach, to get a better look, and make that little willy cum like it never had before. Breaking her will were her coworkers rubbing their paws up and down his thighs, ever so close to that pathetic clot of manhood which lay between.

[i]I can’t believe I’m doing this,[/i] she thought as she came shuffling through the water, gaze locked with Andrew’s tiny treasure. Andrew, wearing a smug grin, watched her get closer. “Atta girl. Like what you see?”

She almost didn’t hear what he said as she came within reaching distance just in front of where he kept his legs spread. Tsunoda and Fenneko had the decency to make room for her, holding his legs and rubbing them sensually. More details stood out to her now, the way his scrotum was smaller than the average man’s testicle while his balls didn’t even make an impression on the sack. It was as if the wrinkled up little purse contained nothing of value, which wasn’t far from reality. His cock, if it could even qualify as such, was no more prominent. It showed no visible difference between soft and hard, failing to even breach his pinched-up foreskin. Retsuko had conceptualized seeing a penis smaller than her pinky purely as hyperbole. That she was confronted with one now messed with her brain. She saw his shrimped nub with her own two eyes but couldn’t begin to believe that it was real.

But it was, and here it was in all its pathetic glory for three gorgeous women to admire. “It’s the smallest I’ve ever seen,” said a breathless Retsuko. She closed the gap between her and Andrew and laid her paws on his inner thighs. “I thought humans were supposed to be big.”

“It’s a pleasant surprise if I’ve ever seen one,” said Fenneko. “I bet you’re really popular with the girls.”

“It’s so [i]cute![/i]” chirped Tsunoda. She laid her chin on his thigh and went cross-eyed to gaze at his wimpy willy. Her arm hooked around the underside of his thigh and held it. “I feel so lucky just to look at it, but I wanna do more than just look~”

Andrew’s cocky veneer crumbled a bit as his blush deepened. “Y-yeah? Well, you girls can do whatever you want with it. You’re all so pretty and hot. I want to… Em, I want to fuck all three of you.” At the end of such a haughty declaration his eyes fell on Retsuko, the only married gal of the bunch. What should have offended had her flattered instead.

“You can try, but I don’t think you can do much with this measly thing,” chided Fenneko, her paw looming near his peepee. He grew visibly tense like he would explode if she did. None of them thought he wouldn’t.

“Yeah,” tacked on Tsunoda. She talked through pouted lips. “A teensy, weensy wiener like that has no hope of getting past even the flattest girl’s cheeks, and we’re all pretty thick, if I may toot our own horns.”

Andrew chuckled nervously. “That’s an understatement. You girls have asses for days. Especially you, Fenneko.”

The fennec chortled. “Yeah, and it’s cute that a shrimp dick like you thinks you’ll ever get anywhere near it.” That successfully deflated some of his pride.

“Awww, don’t be mean,” tutted Tsunoda. “Just because he can’t do anything with his tiny cock doesn’t mean he can’t stroke it to your big butt.”

“I bet he can,” Fenneko said. “Not that he’d last long. Thing probably spews after just a few strokes. Little thing can’t even fit in his hand. Probably just uses his thumb and finger.”

“Well, actually,” said Andrew, his voice choked. “I just kind of rub my finger on the bottom of it and that works.”

All three girls erupted into laughter, Fenneko’s the loudest and most sinister. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Told you!”

“Is that really true?” asked Retsuko.

Andrew looked at her, intimidated. “Is w-what true?”

“You just rub that tiny dick a little and that makes you cum?”

Andrew seemed to realize how close she was to his crotch. That pretty, white-masked face of hers hovered within inches of his precum-oozing pizzle. That alone brought him to the verge of climax, evident by the way his grip on the pool’s edge tightened. “Y-yeah. I’m… pretty sensitive.”

“I bet you are,” murred Retsuko. Haida already forgotten about, she slid her paws up Andrew’s inner thigh where they converged on his peen. “Just a little touch and that thing’s going to spew, isn’t it?”

He bit his lip. “Yeah. Definitely.”

Retsuko smiled. “Good.” One paw made it the rest of the way to his junk. With her palm flat on his pelvis she hooked her thumb up to the underside of the scrotum where it bumped into wrinkly, rough skin. At once a deep gasp rolled through Andrew’s mouth.

“[i]Ah! Ah! Ah![/i]”

Retsuko thumbed at his bitty purse, mesmerizing herself with the way his prick tilted with it. “I’m not even touching it yet,” she chuckled. “It feels that good, huh?”

He rode the cusp of a very, very powerful climax yet to burst. “[i]Yes![/i]” he whimpered, more expressing his delight than answering her question.

“Good,” Retsuko said again before calmly elevating her thumb to the underside of his peepee and delivering a single downwards stroke. The foreskin crowned around his rosy pink cock helmet, and that was it for Andrew. His legs jerked halfway out of the water as a great jolt of pleasure blew through him. He’d been launched over the edge, and his body reacted because of it.

“[i]Eeyuuuhhhh~![/i]” squeaked the welp, his voice cracking into a girly octave. Though his pleasure was tremendous enough to make the muscles in his legs and tummy spasm, that virtually nonexistent cock muscle running up his length could muster no more of an ejaculation than a couple weepy spurts of cum that came only a few inches in the air and plopped harmlessly into the water in front of Retsuko’s tits. More translucent than white, the impotent jizzum was cooked instantly, his worthless armada of frail swimmies dying without fanfare.

The girls, once recovered from the shock of his theatrics, all burst into laughter.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Oh my God!” cackled Fenneko.

“I didn’t think it would be anything that pathetic!” Tsunoda said in a fit of giggles.

Retsuko was laughing too. She couldn’t stop herself. She didn’t want to. A fire raged in her loins at the sight of the whimpering clit-boy in front of her. She wasn’t done with him, not even close, and the other girls hadn’t even started. “That’s a good boy,” she cooed. “Show us what that little thing can do.”

“Not a lot,” said Fennecko. “I’ve seen guys gob out more pre than what I just saw. Come on, you gotta have more for us than that, clitty boy.”

A shivering Andrew couldn’t get hold of his breath. Their laughter and jeers kept him deep within the aftershock, his legs in a constant twitch. “Ahh, ahh… I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I… I can cum more, just… not all at once.”

Tsunoda started rubbing his thigh again. “Don’t apologize, sweety. You can’t help it with that tiny thing. And don’t worry, that isn’t even close to the last nut we’re going to get out of you.”

He looked at her warily. “Y-yeah?”

“That’s right, baby dick,” said Fenneko. “You came in here wanting to fuck three pretty girls, well you’re going to fuck three pretty girls. You might not do a good job of it, like, at all, but we’re going to milk you for every drop that measly thing can spare.” She looked to her cohorts. “What do you say, girls?”

“Sounds like fun~” purred Tsunoda.

“I’m in~” said Retsuko, standing up so that her bosom was fully out of the water. The dribble of steamy water down the slopes of her tits caught his eye and made him breathe harder.

Fenneko saw him staring and leaned towards him. “Like what you see, boy?” she said in a voice just above a whisper. Andrew gulped and nodded. “Yeah. I bet you wish you could pound that pussy so hard. That would feel good, wouldn’t it?” He nodded again. “Aww, but that little clitty isn’t enough to do anything, is it?” His lips crumpled. He shook his head. “No, it can’t. Which is why it’s my turn now.” Fenneko shoved a paw into his chest and put him on his back. Before he could react she climbed out of the pool, water dripping off her titanic ass and onto Andrew as she came to stand above him. He stared up at her frightened out of his mind, that mountain of woman ready to crush him with ease.

“Tsunoda, do me a favor,” she said.

“What is it?” She sounded irritated, not wanting to miss any of the action.

“The room where they keep the bags with our clothes is down the hall. Mine is in cubby 9. Go get it for me. You might want to get yours too.”

It took a moment for it to click. When it did, Tsunoda grinned. “Ooh, you’re right,” she said before climbing out of the pool.

“What about mine?” Retsuko asked.

Fenneko cocked an eyebrow at her. “Is your phone in the bag too?”

“Oh, I see. You girls go ahead.”

“What’s she doing?” Andrew asked as he watched Tsunoda strut past him and out of the onsen. “What’s in the clothes?”

Before she said anything Fenneko sat down on him, her fat wagon of an ass settling atop his tummy and squeezing the air out of him. The outer curve of her haunches loomed mere inches from his pecker. “Our phones, silly. We’re going to make some memories tonight. I think we ought to immortalize them.” She saw the horror on his face. “What? You didn’t think we’d keep such a tiny dick like yours to ourselves, did you?” She splayed her paws over his pecs and grinded her ass backwards, an avalanche of haunch falling upon his tiny cock and swallowing it between her cheeks. He came in an instant, a body-wide spasm making him jitter and bounce beneath her while he moaned and whimpered loudly. She felt his jizzum squish between her cheeks, coming out in what could hardly be labeled as spurts, more like weak pulses. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Too fucking easy.”

In the throes of his misery-pleasure he clamped his hands to her hips, aiding her ass in sawing up and down his pelvis so that he stayed submerged in the afterglow of his orgasm. His fingers sank into her gossamer curves, his soft, pale hands unable to cover much of those two enormous half globes.

“Yeah, get a good feel in,” Fenneko teased. “You want all this ass, don’t you?”

“Yes…” he grunted.

“Mmmm, I know you do. Wish you had more so you could reach past my cheeks, hmm? I’m riding and I can barely feel you.”

“I do… I do…”

Retsuko was watching from the water. One paw was between her thighs, her finger hooking around the clit in a slow orbit. She caught glimpses of Andrew’s dicklet peeking out from between Fenneko’s cheeks. Her heavy humps and grinds made the skin of her ass fold and jiggle. Between it all were fetid globs of cum Andrew let out with each successive climax. It was too much to just watch from afar. Retsuko was drawn from the water and knelt next to them, fingers still playing with her cunny pearl.

Fenneko chuckled. “Got you riled up, huh?”

“Fuck yeah, it has,” Retsuko huffed. “Look at him squirm.”

“Oh, I’m looking alright. I can feel him too. Boy’s cumming his little brains out and I’m barely even trying.” Fenneko scoffed. “And I thought humans had big dicks. What’s the point of being human if you’re hung like a mouse? Hell, I don’t think mice are this small.”

The door opened and Tsunoda came back in carrying two bags with her and Fenneko’s clothes. “Aww, you started without me? Don’t tell me you already made him cum again.”

“A few times, actually. Just listen to him.” Andrew’s beet red face was in a scrunch. Choked moans squirted through his clenched teeth. “Boy can’t stop cumming his brains out if he tried.”

Tsunoda shook her head and scoffed. “Pathetic.” She put the bags down and took out her phone from hers. “Hopefully the lens won’t fog up too badly in this steam,” she said as she approached the two lovers. “Might have to keep swiping it with my finger. Oh well. Foggy pictures are better than no pictures.” She came to a stop just above Andrew’s head. She opened the camera and aimed it at his blushing face. “Smile for the camera, dicklet.” [i]Click![/i] “Aww, isn’t that cute?”

Fenneko held her paw out. “Let me see.”

Tsunoda turned the screen around, showing her and Retsuko Andrew’s deeply contorted visage. Fenneko’s chunky thighs and the bottom part of her pelvis could be seen in the upper part of the frame. “That’s cute,” Fenneko said. “But I think we need one with his cock in it.”

“No problem,” Tsunoda said, swiping her finger across the rapidly fogging lens. “Move so I can see it.”

“I’ll leave his dick, but I’m not leaving him.” Fenneko stood up from his groin, exposing jis jizz-swept pelvis. More of it was plastered in her crack, albeit not enough to match the sweat and pussy juice she’d secreted in droves since mounting him. Without another word she scooted up his torso, bringing her body over his face and casting it in a deep shadow. His eyes went wide at the sight of her gnarled cunt hanging over him like a guillotine. The feminine heat sighed across his nose and welled inside his open mouth, that fleshy smell made sharp by the presence of his cum. “Deep breath,” Fenneko warned before plummeting on him.

[i]Smoosh. [/i]

Andrew felt soft, hot girlflesh split across the bridge of his nose like a soggy rag, that strong, bodily taste billowing down his mouth and into his throat. His scrawny arms whipped around her colossal thighs, hands gripping at her fur while a desperate, muffled moan echoed from out her cheeks. The most she could see was his forehead and the soggy mop of black hair that spilled between her legs. His chin and jaw had been absorbed by her ass cheeks, that bleeding hot pussy now plastered on his lips.

“Yeeeeeeaaaaaah, taste it, loser.” Fenneko clutched a pawful of his hair and grinded on his mouth. “This is the most of this pussy you’re gonna get. Hahhh… Enjoy it while it lasts.” She was enjoying it herself, having to bite her lip and stifle some genuine moans. Poor Andrew suffered the brunt of her pleasure, each hump and roll falling directly upon his mouth where she demanded tribute from his tongue.

Retsuko’s self-pleasuring grew faster, her pussy lips warping around the rapid swing and pull of her two fingers. She breathed heavily, bosom rising with each haughty inhale then followed by a sincere moan. “That’s it, Fenneko,” she huffed. “Give it to him good.”

“That’s right, Fenneko,” chimed Tsunoda. “Keep it up.” Erotic as it was, she wasn’t focused on it, but rather Andrew’s tiny peepee. She came back into the pool and leaned against the edge between Andrew’s legs. There she was afforded a brilliant shot of his willy with Fenneko grinding and gyrating in the background. She opened the camera app, set it to video, and hit record. “Hey guys. Remember that cute human I showed you the other day? Well check this out. We made a trip to the onsen when this little guy came barging in saying he’d fuck us. Imagine our surprise when we see this itty-bitty thing sticking out of him.” She crawled her fingers into his groin and poked at his sack. His baby cock was hard like diamond, albeit barely outside its own foreskin and ready to pop again. “Not what you’d expect to see on a human, right? I hope nobody’s disappointed. I know we’re not~”

Background to her naughty narration was Fenneko starting to moan. “[i]Ahhhh, shit… Huhhh… He’s pretty good at this, actually… Huhhh…[/i]” She clenched and unclenched her fingers around his hair. Her jaw was hung, letting her sighs of delight flow without hindrance. She managed a laugh. “[i]Mmmmmm, makes sense. No way he’s making a girl cum with that little thing. Ha ha ha ha ha… Ahhhh…[/i]”

Tsunoda turned the face cam and held it out behind her so that she and the other two were in frame. Barely peeking in on the side was Retsuko on her knees, fingering herself. She jumped a little when she saw herself and quickly scooted out of shot. “Isn’t this sweet? Just us girls giving a cute clitty boy the love he deserves. He came in here all proud and whatnot, thinking he’d have his way with us.” She poked one finger at his willy, triggering another orgasm in him. He wailed into Fenneko’s ass. Tsunoda giggled evilly. “How the tables turn.”

“[i]Oh fuck![/i]” Fenneko all but shouted. “[i]Huhhh! I’m gonna cum! Yes! Huhhhhhhh! I’m close![/i]” Her rocking on Andrew’s face grew faster and faster. She swooned her head backwards, those tremendous fennec ears folding back against her head. “[i]Huhhh! Huhhh![/i]”

Tsunoda looked at Retsuko. “Retsuko, darling, can you cover her mouth before the whole building knows what we’re doing?”

Retsuko didn’t want to be any deeper in the shot than she was, but getting caught by the onsen staff would’ve been much, much worse. She put a pin in her masturbation and hurried over to clamp a paw over Fenneko’s O-shaped mouth.

“[i]Huhhhh-Mmmmmmmmfff![/i]”

Tsunoda nodded her head. “Good girl. Fenneko plays the mean girl, but she can’t keep it down when she’s cumming.”

That much was made clear when her voice sailed into a caterwaul upon the crash of her climax. The heavy grind on Andrew’s face turned into violent spasms that made her hips buck and her thighs jiggle. Her tummy imploded on itself, triggered by the contractions which beset her cunt muscles and bestowed a thick dish of girl cream on Andrew’s face. “[i]Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm![/i]”

Andrew held on for dear life. His tongue had been deep inside her, lashing blindly at the crevice of moist flesh that carved at his face so angrily. Now that it bucked and spasmed he felt her cum gushing. That divinely feminine liqueur smeared itself across his lips and permeated through his mouth. With his tongue still extracted and drilling for that sweet treasure, he kept it at work, ensuring that her orgasm lasted as long as it possibly could.

Retsuko was there throughout, struggling with an arousal catalyzed by the climax of her friend. Feeling the buzz of Fenneko’s moans against her palm was an added boon as well. “There we go,” she cooed to Fenneko. “Looks like you enjoyed that.”

Fenneko gathered the strength to grab Retsuko’s wrist and pry it from her face, revealing an erotic smile. “Ha ha ha ha… Ahhh… Holy shit… Ha ha… He’s good for one thing, I’ll tell you that.” She looked over her shoulder at Tsunoda. “Did you capture that?”

She was already uploading it to her socials, at least the ones that allowed NSFW content. “Every second.”

“Awesome. Send it to me.”

Tsunoda cut her a dry look. “You can download it online once it’s done sending.”

Fenneko rolled her eyes. “Retsuko, get me my phone please.”

“Sure,” Retsuko said. “But uh… You might wanna move.”

Fenneko looked down and remembered there was a person under her butt. “Oh shit. Sorry, Andrew.” She stood up. Girl cum was glazed across the bottom half of his cringing face. His mouth flew open to let in a deep inhale. Stars danced in his bugged-out eyes while dopamine continued to cloud his brain. Fenneko patted his cheek. “Easy there, cowboy. You still got two more girls to please and more photos.”

He licked his lips and gulped. “Yes ma’am.”

Fenneko snickered. “’Ma’am’, I like that.” She felt a rude poke in her shoulder. It was Tsunoda.

“Move. It’s my turn.”

“Fine, fine. Impatient, much?” Fenneko moved off Andrew and stood up, a visible jitter still affecting her legs. “Wooo… Goddamn…” She hobbled her way over to her bag of clothes to fetch her phone, leaving Tsunoda to kneel next to the facefucked human.

“Hey there, handsome,” she said in a motherly tone. “How are you feeling?”

Andrew blinked at her. “Like a million bucks.”

The women giggled. “I bet you do. Why don’t you be a good boy and help me feel the same way?”

Andrew nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good.” She turned away from him and got on her fours, ass aiming at him with that feathery antelope tail sprouting from the root of her back. Wreathed by exotic tan fur was a round spot of white underbelly fur that covered the seat of her ass and inner thigh. She looked back at him, lips in a pout. “Won’t you do your best and fuck me with that little cock?”

He was just as intimidated as when Fenneko was standing over him. His pecker had absolutely no hope of reaching her pussy through what was to him an impenetrable layer of plush ass, and Tsunoda knew that. She wanted him to try and fully demonstrate how tiny he was, making himself drain whatever was left in his paltry cum tanks. He sat up on the pool’s edge and pulled his legs out of the water. “I’ll try,” he said with a quivering lip.

“Don’t try,” said Fenneko who had taken a seat next to Retsuko. “Just do it, shrimp dick.” Retsuko laughed at the force with which she said it. She thought it would make her feel bad, but it didn’t. [i]He’s having the time of his life.[/i]

He sure was. Even as the trepidation clawed at his heart there was that thrill of being harshly humiliated by three stunning women. Having his incredible shame for them to witness, mock, and share to the world drove him wild in a way he never had been before. He’d come to the women’s onsen on a drunken whim, urged there by the facetious recommendations of his coworkers. [i]Do girls really like tiny cocks?[/i] An absurd question, he thought. Of course they didn’t. It was the guys with big dicks they liked to show off in porn, the very thing humans were known for. If that was the case, then why did he come here? Was there hope that maybe the assumption was wrong, or did he expect the abject humiliation he was receiving now? As fortune would have it, he was right on both accounts. Stepping into the women’s onsen was the best decision he’d ever made.

Though that was hard to tell looking at his current predicament. A gorgeously thick woman was presenting to him and yet he had nothing to meet her invitation with. That god awful excuse for a penis stood out from him with all the pride of a snapped twig, barely able to hold itself straight even though it was hard like rock. It added almost nothing to his profile, the tip barely coming in front of his hip bones. Just the waft of steam made him shiver. The idea of putting it between Tsunoda’s fine ass cheeks made him shrink with fear.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” called out Fenneko. “Do her already.”

“R-right. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Just fucking do it.” He heard Retsuko snickering behind her paw.

Andrew, crumbling under their harsh direction, waddled up to his partner on his knees. “That’s it,” encouraged Tsunoda. “Don’t listen to them. Put all your attention on me.” That much was easy with her presenting herself right in front of him. He was close enough that if he had anything like a normal sized penis it would’ve been laid across her ass crack. Instead, it lingered a few inches behind, doing nothing but drooling precum onto the tiles. “Here we go, sweety. Allow me.” Tsunoda then threw her ass back on him, those plush haunch cushions flattening on his pelvis and knocking him back a few inches.

“[i]Hyuhhhh~![/i]” The shock of the impact made him cum hard, plips of it sloughing out and then oozing down the inner part of her buttocks, not even reaching where her pucker winked and her cunny quivered. He grabbed her hips hard enough that his arms shook. His shiny white buttocks dimpled as the glutes clenched to hold a thrusting position.

Tsunoda gasped. “Ohhhh, good boy. That’s what I wanted.” She rolled her ass on him with a giggle. “God, I have him to the balls and he’s not even touching my ass or my pussy. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She picked up her phone which she had left on a towel in front of her. The facecam was back on to witness his shame and Tsunoda’s coy face. “Look what we have here,” purred the antelope. “Little dick Andrew’s trying to fuck me, but his poor little weewee can’t do the job. Isn’t that sad?” said the woman grinding on him and maintaining a roll of orgasms that made him cry out and whimper.

“Fuck…” whispered Retsuko, now back to fingering herself. “I can’t fucking wait. I’m gonna tear him apart.” The thought came aloud, forgetting that her friend Fenneko was right next to her, able to catch everything with those giant-ass ears of hers.

“Oh yeah? Gonna do things with him you never could with Haida, huh?”

Retsuko blushed. “Yeah, things Haida would never let me do.”

“You can’t wait, can you? I see you fingering yourself.”

“Fuck… I can’t. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hot before.”

“No?” Fenneko scooted closer to her. “Then why don’t we do something about it?”

Retsuko leaned away, incredulous. “What… What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Fenneko’s paw fell into Retsuko’s lap and took hold of her wrist. “Why wait for your turn when you’re this hot right now?” She pulled Retsuko’s paw, a thin bridge of liquid delight connecting her pussy and fingertip. Fenneko set it aside on Retsuko’s thigh and replaced it with her own paw, right on the bottom part of Retsuko’s tummy.

Blush swept the red panda’s face. “F-f-fenneko, wait. I-“

“What’s the matter? Don’t think I know how a girl ticks?” She came even closer to her, heavy thighs rubbing together while their bosoms came side-by-side. Her paw slid further into Retsuko’s nether region, the index and middle fingers parting astride her sensitive girl crease. “I think I know a lot more about that than any guy you’ve ever been with. [i]Definitely[/i] more than Haida.”

A shudder rolled through Retsuko. “Huhhhh…” She turned her face away to hide an intense blush. Fenneko followed it, landing a few tiny kisses on her exposed neck and rubbing her dainty paw up and down that burning hot cunt. “Fuck, Fenneko…”

“Feels nice, huh?” she huffed right next to Retsuko’s ear.

“[i]Yeah…[/i]” She exemplified her approval with a paw on Fenneko’s wrist, urging a more assertive touch on her womanhood. Fenneko was happy to supply, causing a heavy swoon in her coworker’s neck where she dug her face and gnawed more deeply. “[i]Ohhh… Ohhhh, yes…[/i]”

Tsunoda was enjoying the show almost as much as she enjoyed grinding on Andrew’s tiny cock. She used the forward camera on her phone to record them before bringing it to Andrew’s attention. “Look over there, shrimp dick.” Andrew’s eyes had been scrunched shut as he struggled with the intense ecstasy. He opened them to see his two other coworkers in a loving embrace. “That girl knows how to please Retsuko better than you ever could, and she doesn’t even have a dick. Doesn’t that make you feel pathetic?”

Pretty much everything did at this point. “Yes…” Depressing the thought might have been, it was super hot watching them kiss and rub up on each other. The look on Retsuko’s face was of pure delight, enough to make him melt. To just crawl over there and watch them more closely, or perhaps wriggle between them and feel their collective softness brush against him, was something he would’ve killed for. Instead, he was stuck having his weenie grinded on, whimpering as Tsunoda mocked him for his blatant impotency.

“Bet you wish you were one of them, don’t you?” she went on. “Maybe with a real cock you could, but not this worthless little fuck stick.” She pressed back on him hard, feeling nothing but a slight tickled where his pecker grazed the inside of her cheeks.

He let out a long, mournful moan. “Yes…”

“I know it. Too bad.”

Fenneko peeked an eye out from Retsuko’s neck. She scoffed. “Looks like baby boner wishes he could fuck you. Isn’t that sweet?” she asked at the same time her middle and ring finger made a tight orbit around Retsuko’s clit, bombarding her with a white-hot bliss.

Retsuko wasn’t paying attention. Her eyes were closed, fluttering open once Fenneko had stopped kissing her neck. She saw Andrew’s scrunched up face and his trembling arms holding onto Tsunoda for dear life. Retsuko smiled. “[i]Too sweet. If only he could. Huhhh… He better learn how to use his fingers, or his tongue. Mmmm…[/i]”

“I think he’s got the tongue thing down,” Fenneko said, coming from experience. “Pop a squat on that cute face of his and you’ll be shaking in no time. But for now…” Fenneko lowered her face to Retsuko’s chest. “Let me do the work~” Her mouth fell open and gently began suckling the teat.

“[i]Huhhh! Huhhh… Oh God…[/i]” A shaking Retsuko couldn’t kneel upright anymore and made a very slow retreat to the floor where she laid on her back with her legs spread open. Fenneko followed her all the way down, lips imploding around her nipple, fingers still on the attack between her thighs. Retsuko writhed and squirmed where she lay, moans echoing through the onsen as loudly as Andrew’s.

Tsunoda recorded him watching on her face cam. As cute as it was for him to witness some proper female love making, it took his attention off her, something she could only tolerate for so long. “Want to please a girl like that, huh?” she asked him.

“Y-yeah.”

“Good, then do it.” She pulled her ass off him and rolled over onto her back. She switched to the forward camera and filmed a shot of him through her open legs. Her fingers rubbed down the flanks of her fattened pussy lips, showing him the shiny pink that radiated between. “Get down here and make some use of that tongue, boy.”

His gut twisted at the sight of her feminism. Though no stranger to cunnilingus, doing it to a woman who’d lathered her lady bits in his cum created some hesitation. That, and he was never the type to perform well with an audience. He knew that behind the three onyx dots that constituted her camera would be thousands of people to witness his shame. Worse than doing a poor job of eating her out, however, was not trying at all and flaking out under scrutiny. He gulped through his anxiety and fell to his knees.

Tsunoda purred. “Good boy. Show us the one thing you’re good for.”

Andrew followed orders, bowing between her thighs and hooking his arms around them. Tsunoda pulled her hand away from her flower, allowing a better few of her cum-glazed flesh petals. The smell, that of her and his own sex fluids, made him cringe. Yet he gathered the strength to close his eyes, unravel his tongue, and dive into her loins mouth-first. A deep inhale rolled through the antelope, both from the initial blossom of delight and the sight of him masking his face with her pussy. The tiny thrush of white pubes tickled his nose and upper lip. Slowly he started to suckle and lap at her clit, mindful of the coppery taste he’d been forced to paint it with.

“Ohhhhh, goodness,” groaned Tsunoda. She laid a hand on his scalp and played with his hair. “She wasn’t lying. You are good at this. Ohhh… Ohhhh…”

Fenneko came off Retsuko’s tit with a rude [i]mwop[/i] to look over and see Andrew having a meal. “Yeah, that’ll put him to work. Is he doing a good job?” Tsunoda didn’t answer besides moaning through an erotically O-shaped mouth. “Yeah, he better.” This was while she didn’t lose a beat on fingering Retsuko who was suffering a severe bout of shaky legs. With the gradual peaking of her ecstasy, she brought her voice into a shrill octave, every other moan a word of approval or a mention of her lover’s name.

“[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Yes! Ohhh, yes! Mmmmm! Fenneko! Oh God! Huhhhh![/i]”

Fenneko hovered her face close to Fenneko’s and growled. “That’s it, you little brat. Go ahead and cum like a good girl. Fucking do it.”

She was already in the throes of it; Fenneko’s rough command did the rest. “[i]Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, YES![/i]” Her climax coincided with a very dramatic quake through her tummy and legs. She unbent her legs and kicked them across the tiles with curled toes. Her voice soared, overtaking Tsunoda’s which was on the upswing thanks to Andrew’s tongue. Fenneko wasn’t letting her off the hook, the jab and roll of her fingers on Retsuko’s pearl ensuring that it lasted for as long as the panda could give it.

“Theeeeeere we go,” Fenneko chided. “That’s what I like to see. You’re so fucking cute when you cum, you know that?”

Retsuko’s white and blonde face had turned an impossible shade of red which she turned away shyly. “[i]Sh-sh-shhhhh-shut up…[/i]”

Fenneko’s pulled her fingers out. They had both been covered in a thickish white cream, more of which was clotted around Retsuko’s cunt in a gruel. “My, my. You must’ve enjoyed that.” She looked over towards Andrew and Tsunoda. “Sounds like Tsunoda is too.”

Now that her euphoria was starting to wane Retsuko was made aware of Tsunoda’s theatrics. She’d stopped recording the act, if only because she couldn’t keep it focused with how badly her body shook. Andrew proved himself more than adept at the art of eating out, his every lash of the tongue adding to his case. Tsunoda was forced to moan through clenched teeth, aware that there were people outside of the onsen who could hear. She put her forearm over her mouth, choking each pleasure-filled retort into a girly squeak.

Andrew was in the zone, hypnotized by the ardent shake of her body and the noises she made. He’d learned to both ignore and accept the taste of his cum, now completely washed away by his tongue and the liquid delight Tsunoda bled onto him. Her spasming hit a crescendo, clapping her back into the tile floor as the spine began to bend and unbend rapidly. Upon her climax she let out a long, winding squeal against her arm and slammed her thighs shut on Andrew’s head, dragging him along with the violent humps and heaves that beset her hips and cunt. His face scrunched against the assault, forced to bear the brunt of it as those plush leg trunks scissored around his neck.

The spasms did not die with her orgasm. Aftershocks rolled through her legs as she unwound them from his head, panting hard with upswung eyes. Andrew came up from her groin with a gasp, tongue lolling, lips plastered with girl cum. He heard Fenneko call him. “Atta boy, Andrew. Go to work.”

He smiled bashfully. “Thank you.”

“One more thing you got to do.” She patted Retsuko’s shoulder. “Come over and give this girl her turn.”

“R-right.” He stood up and wobbled on his feet a little before marching his way up to Retsuko, that puny prick still hard and raring. Fenneko peeled off from Retsuko to give him room. “What do you want me to do?”

As excited as Retsuko had been the whole time for her turn, she hadn’t thought about what she’d actually do. She smiled at him and opened her legs. “Why don’t you come here and lay on top of me? I want to see what that baby dick can do.”

A scoff from Fenneko. “Not much, you should know that.”

“I know. I still want him to try.” She rubbed the insides of her thighs. “Come here, handsome.”

Andrew accepted her invitation and settled between her heavenly thighs and breasts. The heat of her torso against his was like an opioid, blessing his nerves with happy chemicals and soothing the rapid beat of his heart. Hottest was her cunt, mere inches away from his miniscule member now aching from overuse but more than willing to persist.

Retsuko smiled at him and cupped his cute little face. Her hands glided across his jowls and then down his neck, making a journey across his back and then ending with a double-honk on his chubby buttocks. “I want you to fuck me,” she said to him plainly. “Show me what that dick can do. I don’t care how small it is. Remember that proud buffoon who came stumbling in here saying he was going to fuck us? Bring him back. I want him to fuck my brains out.”

Hearing so many vulgarities coming out of a woman he thought as modest and refined was a shock, almost enough to frighten him out of his erection. Suddenly he heard Tsunoda’s voice: “Here, you might want some of this.” He looked up and saw her holding out the bottle of sake Fenneko had ordered, one much more expensive than what Ton had bought him and the guys. He smiled awkwardly and thanked her before taking it and downing a heavy swig. Spicy encouragement zipped through his blood and clouded his mind. He set the bottle down with a sigh and grinned at the woman he’d mounted.

“OK. I’m ready,” he declared.

Retsuko grinned back. “Fuck me then, big guy.”

“Big guy” might not have been the right term whatsoever, but it could at least apply to the vehemence with which he started to pummel her womanhood. That bitty man organ would collide with her flower, barely registered within the impact of their hips. [i]Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap![/i] Naturally, he didn’t last long at all. After just the third strike he let loose a girlish groan. His strength withered and so did his confidence, but he didn’t stop. His bubbly white ass clenched and unclenched within Retsuko’s grasp, powering each thrust as hard as he could give them.

Retsuko barely felt a thing. She doubted anything this shrimp dick could do would come anywhere close to what Fenneko had done for her, but it was the thought that counted. Seeing his face scrunch, listening to him whimper, and feeling his rubbery muscles clap away at her loins was altogether an entertainment worth not cumming.

“There we go,” she cooed. “That’s my big, strong man. Fuck me like I’m yours, fuck me like I’m you prey. Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you want to breed me?”

His voice was strained horribly. “[i]Y-y-yee-eee-eesss…[/i]”

“Mmm, I know you do. Fuck me, you big brute.” Her woefully inaccurate descriptions were intentional, the irony just as scathing as a direct insult. Humiliation weighing on him, he lost the power behind his thrusts and whatever stoicism he had to begin with. The last shove of his hips came with the last drop of watery cum dribbling out of his dick and into Retsuko’s pussy. He collapsed atop her, face falling in between her bosom where he panted and whimpered. She patted the back of his head. “There, there. You tried.”

“Trying doesn’t mean shit if it doesn’t get anything done,” derided Fenneko. She stood over the two lovers, shaking her head at the sad sight Andrew made on top. “Did you really think he’d make you cum no matter how hard he fucked?”

Retsuko shook her head. “Of course not, but I wanted to see him try.”

“I did too,” said Tsunoda. “It was just as pathetic as I’d thought it be.”

Retsuko slid his bangs off his forehead and kissed it. “I enjoyed that, sweety. Did you?” It took him a second to muster the energy just to nod. “Good, now be a good boy and get up.” He did so slowly, rising to his feet and catching his breath. His body shone with sweat and his skin had turned a shade of pink. It was time to get out of the onsen.

The three girls converged on him in a hug, their soft breasts squishing into his arms and back. Tsunoda and Retsuko were in front of him on his left and right respectively while Fenneko stood right behind him. “Thanks for coming over to spend time with us,” Tsunoda said, one hand scratching his chest.

“We loved you and that little dick of yours. We’d all love to see it again sometime,” Retsuko said before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Fenneko chimed in from behind him, bringing her arm around in front with her phone in paw. It was open to a video she had posted of Andrew trying and failing to fuck Retsuko. It already had 89 likes and 23 shares, both of which were going up. No doubt what Tsunoda had posted was doing even better. “And thanks for all the media clout. I think people are going to ask for more. I have to give it to them. You’ll help me with that, right?”

Andrew stared at the image of him fucking Retsuko, bothered mostly by the tinny sound of his moans coming out of the speaker. He read a few comments, most of them containing lol’s, lmao’s, and crying laughing emojis. The attention made him sick as well as enthralled. He nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

Good boy,” Fenneko said. She winded her paw back and gave him a heavy spank on the tush. “Now get the fuck out of her, little dick.”

He let out an “Eep!” and stumbled out of the girls’ embrace. With his dicklet shriveled back inside his foreskin to create an innie, he gathered the sake bottle and walked out of the onsen with his head bowed, pride shattered, and his dick wet. While he left Tsunoda and Fenneko were both on their phones, grinning to themselves as they watched his humiliation prosper across the internet. Not Retsuko. She watched him leave, hoping that his time back in the men’s onsen wouldn’t be hard for him.

“Well, that’s not how I thought tonight would go,” Fenneko announced after putting her phone down for once. “That’s not how I thought it would go at all.”

“Me neither,” said Tsunoda. A happy shiver rolled through her. “But I’m not complaining. I think more dates with him are in order. People are eating him up online. They want more, and I’m going to give it to them.”

“Not if I give it to them better. I’ll make a porn star out of him yet.”

“And turn yourself into one? You wouldn’t.”

“Me? No. But him… he’s the real star. I’ll know what to do with him.”

Retsuko cut in. “Enough, you two. He’s gone. Let’s just enjoy the rest of our time here.”

As the three made their way back to the pool Fenneko asked Retsuko, “Hey, think Haida ever has a chance of satisfying you like that did?” Retsuko shot her a look. Fenneko cackled. “Ha ha, didn’t think so.”

The night at the onsen ended later when the office decided so collectively. The three girls dried off and collected their clothes before meeting everyone else in the lobby. Andrew was no longer shy among them, talking and cracking jokes as regularly as the rest did. Haida didn’t seem bothered either, talking to Andrew like they had become friends. Goodbyes were had between everyone. Those who had taken a cab called a new one while those who had driven went to their cars. Haida got in the driver’s seat, Retsuko beside him. Both were smiling.

“That was nice,” Retsuko said.

“Yeah,” agreed Haida. “It really was.” He pulled out of the parking lot and started the long drive home. “You know, I was kind of nervous about tonight.”

“You were?”

“Yeah, you know, because of what Fenneko said.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I was worried about Andrew and how the guys would treat him, but uhh… things turned out alright. We got a little drunk. He checked out early. I was surprised to see him waiting in the lobby for us. I think he had a good night. I know I did.” Retsuko giggled. Haida looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said. “I think he did too.”

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