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“Miss Pearce, could I have a word with you for a moment?" the TA said as the students filed out the classroom.

“Sure." Amber replied. It was her last class for the day and she wasn't really in all that of a hurry.

“I've taken a look at the term paper you submitted, and I don't feel it's your best work. In fact, it might even prevent you from getting a passing grade this semester…" the young man spoke, not sounding overly concerned.

“Is that so?" Amber's mood darkened, as she had a sneaking suspicion where this was all headed, but the rat-girl kept her face impassive. She was confident in her work, and while she didn't expect to get the grade she deserved, she knew there was no legitimate way this guy could deny her a passing grade.

“There might be some merit in it, but I'd have to spend a lot of my own time trying to find a way to justify giving it a passing grade, and quite frankly I don't feel I should have to spend my own free time without some form of reimbursement…" he continued, not even bothering to hide the way his eyes were suddenly drawn lower than Amber's own.

“What did you have in mind?" the girl asked, her voice still level, but at this point it was due to a monumental level of self-control.

“Amber, let's not beat around the bush, OK? We both know what people say about hybrids of your… type…"

“Pretty much the same things they say about your mom, but you don't try and push your cock in her face, do you?" Amber quipped, shocking the human into silence.

“Now, I've been through this a few times, so let me just tell you how it plays out – you keep your dick in your pants, where it belongs, I go to the hybrid students' union and tell them what happened, they ask for my work to be reviewed by an independent committee and you have to explain why you gave a failing grade for a paper that was worth, at worst, a B-“ she ticked off the points on her fingers while the flustered twerp tried to compose himself.

“So if that's all you wanted to speak to me about, I'll be off. Goodbye!" She said, turning her back on the creep and calmly strolling away.

Her heels clicked with every seemingly unfazed step, but someone paying close attention might have caught the sight of the rodent femme's tail whipping behind her angrily. It was a lesson Amber learned early on in life – never let them see how much it hurts.

And what really did hurt was that her little threat to the TA carried so little weight. She knew that if the jerk had tried to pull something like that with a human student, he'd be lucky just to lose his job. As a hybrid, the best Amber could hope for was an honest grade for the work she put in. She remembered how happy and proud her parents had been when they learned that she and her sister would be going to the same college humans did, and would finally be getting the same opportunities. And boy, are they happy to have us! she thought bitterly.

She knew things were getting better for her kind, but that's just because hybrids had started out on the bottom and had no way to go but up. But as hopeful as that was, it would be a while before their lives were fair, let alone good. She knew for a fact that her grandparents had been sold – her grandmother had been tank-grown and her grandfather was from the first generation of hybrids to be conceived naturally, provided you could wrap your head around the concept of forced breeding as being 'natural'.

They hadn't been slaves, of course, but only because market research indicated the word 'slave' was testing poorly with target demographics. They had been announced as the new generation of designer pets – sentient, although ostensibly not nearly as intelligent as humans (heaven forbid!), and capable of fulfilling all sorts of roles.

The role her grandmother had been designed to fulfill was quite obvious when one took a good look at Amber. Although the rat-girl dressed appropriately, the plaid skirt she wore didn't fully manage to hide her shapely legs and toned-yet-round rear, nor could one fail to notice how nicely she filled out her sweater. Combined with a face with pouty lips and big green eyes, as well as a layer of soft bronze/brown fur, it was clear why laws prohibiting bestiality had to be changed to exclude hybrids (who were, legally speaking, animals). After all, nobody buys a sex-slave just to look at them…

It was tough knowing the origin of your species was a product planning department, and tougher still when the 'product' in question was adults only. The feline/vulpine species were first – the classic glamour model look. Next came the lapines which were sold as being more innocent/playful types, and since the music scene at the time was flooded with in-your-face female musicians, her species was sold as punky/goth girls, often with outrageous hairstyles, costumes and plenty of body piercings. Which was one of the reasons for Amber's sensible dress-code – getting as far as possible from that image. The only thing remotely exotic on her was the way her black bob-cut faded to green at the tips, but the rat-girl couldn't help it since it matched her eyes so nicely.

Thankfully, humanity didn't really buy the whole 'designer pets' line, and after a turbulent but mercifully brief struggle, her grandparents had won their freedom. The struggle of free hybrids, however, had just begun. When people know for a fact that your entire species was designed to fulfill a certain purpose, the stereotypes tended to stick.

Amber had been an early, and rather fast bloomer, and she remembered the talk her mother had given her when her hips had started to show and her chest began to swell. Careful instructions to stick to crowded streets, be weary of adults, especially those that seemed to be looking at her very closely. Never to let a stranger touch her, never to follow one to a car or somewhere secluded, and not to get to friendly with people she didn't know, in case it gave them the 'wrong idea'.

Her mother had never explained what the wrong idea was, feeling bad enough that she had to caution her little girl so thoroughly about sexual assault before she even had a clue what sex was. She wanted to preserve her daughter's innocence, but knew from her own childhood how much being innocent could cost when people saw you as someone incapable of saying 'no'.

It was why Amber worked hard and dressed to look attractive rather than seductive – so that hopefully people would come to their senses and she wouldn't have to have the same talk with her child.

It took her a while to reach the old four-story building where she lived with her sister. On-campus housing wasn't segregated, of course, since that would be in violation of the law, but assholes can always find a way around such things. In this case it was concern about fur allergies that kept hybrid students in the various campus-adjacent apartment buildings, where the landlords loved having tenants who had no other choice but to pay top dollar for third-rate accommodations.

As she opened the door to her apartment, she made sure to keep quiet, in case her sister was working. She instead found her on the couch, her face buried in her pad as she focused on her studies. The mousey visage lifted when she heard Amber walk in.

“Hi sis!" Emily piped up.

“Hey…" Amber replied, her mood improving a little at the sight of her little sister.

“What's wrong?"

“Nothing." Amber lied nonchalantly. “What makes you think something's wrong?"

“Well, your tail only does that whippy thing when you're really upset…"

Damn! Amber thought as she fought to get her traitorous extremity under control.

“Some TA tried to pull some crap. I guess he thinks it stands for 'total asshole' rather than 'teacher's assistant'…" she said, noting with regret how her sister's smile dropped at the news.

“Oh. Did you report him?"

“I'm gonna, for all the good that'll do. I'm certainly not about to let something like that pass."

“Well, help yourself to some of the cookies on the counter. Mrs. Morgan made me a batch…"

Amber was about to say something along the lines of 'Maybe later.' but her nose had been twitching since she'd walked into their little abode. Sure enough, there was a plastic dish piled high with tasty-looking treats, so Amber grabbed two – one for her and one for Emily. It made her feel less guilty about munching her sister's salary.

Emily was a linguistics major, fluent in French and Italian, and worked as a language tutor. She made pretty good money, most of it by helping people polish up a second language via video conferences. But the mousette also taught neighborhood hybrid kids, which paid whatever their parents could afford to pay her, often nothing more than a home-cooked 'thank you'. Still, Emily loved working with kids, because they weren't fooled by appearances. They knew the mousette was an adult, and treated her as such.

Emily had an entirely different dilemma than her sister (half-sister, actually, but her parents had adopted Emily since before either of them could remember). Her species had been designed as servants, sort of modern-day ladies' maids. But the problem the designers were faced with was that it would be the lady of the house that chose whether to purchase such a servant, and they would be unlikely to spend money on something that would tempt their husbands to infidelity. On the other hand, you couldn't sell an ugly product, and since that was all the hybrids were at that stage, they had to find another solution.

So the species was redesigned – scaled down and the females tampered with so that they would appear prepubescent even well after they were fully mature. The result was attractive, but lacking overt sexual characteristics. The line was rebranded as a luxury pet and status symbol more than actual manual laborers, since the species new stature wasn't much suited for it.

As a consequence, Emily was just barely four feet tall, and despite being nineteen had practically no hips and a chest that was, at best, an A cup. As a consequence, most people outside of her species tended to view the mousette as a child. Couple that with a lack of available mouse males and throw in a little natural shyness for good measure and you got – well, Emily. A pretty nineteen-going-on-twenty girl who'd never even been on a date.

Amber supposed that growing up with someone like her around didn't help the mousette's self-esteem much. Although the rat-girl was a modest 5'4" she still towered over her younger sister (she even avoided the term 'little sister' so as not to upset Emily), and despite her youthful appearance, there was no way she would be mistaken for a child.

There were considerable drawbacks to being descended from a line of genetically engineered pleasure-slaves, but a poor body image was not one of them. Underneath her sensible clothes Amber was a study in firm, toned curves. Her breasts were a C-cup, but being somewhat short made the ripe yet perky mounds seem much bigger as they rode high and proud on her chest. Below that was a trim belly and a slim waist, flaring into deliciously wide hips and a round but quite firm ass. A pair of toned, shapely legs completed the jaw-droopingly gorgeous figure. Growing up with a sister like that would have been enough to make almost any girl feel plain-looking.

After handing the mousette one of the home-baked goodies, Amber plopped down onto the couch, getting comfy in one corner as she switched the TV on. Taking her cue, Emily put away her pad and scooted over until she was snuggling back against her older sister, the rat femme wrapping her arms around her as she sighed contentedly.

Feeling her sister's warm body pressed against her as they both got comfy, Amber finally felt the tension of her earlier encounter melt away. While the stereotype that her kind were sluts or nymphomaniacs was complete bull, there was no escaping a few subtle ways their DNA had been tampered with. Rat hybrids were very tactile, and deeply enjoyed all forms of physical affection, something Amber had been aware of long before she even heard of sex.

When they were little they shared a bed, and every night Emily would snuggle up with her teddy-bear, while Amber snuggled up with Emily. And even after she'd discovered the more adult types of physical contact, few things made her as happy as a nice cuddle-session with her sis. And she was sure Emily liked it as well, since she didn't really get much physical contact from anywhere else.

As she looked down at the mousette cradled in her arms, she couldn't helped by feeling irked about her situation. Granted, her body wasn't sexy, but it was pretty – a delicate, elfin figure covered in white fur, a mop of shoulder-length wavy hair such a bright shade of red that it almost looked orange topping a face made even more adorable by the big nerd-glasses her sister insisted on wearing.

It wasn't the eye-magnet her willowy form was, but her sister was incredibly cute, and she'd known plenty of girls who'd managed to turn cute into sexy. The trouble was that it took confidence to pull that off. Great, so for people to find you sexy you need to be confident, but to be confident you need people to find you sexy…

It had been easier for Emily to just write off the whole dating scene, not to mention sex, but the rat girl knew her sister wasn't as frigid as she tried to present herself. Their building was old and the walls were sturdy brickwork, but they still weren't enough to stop a rodent's ears from picking up various mewling, squeaking sounds in the middle of the night. And every so often Amber would find a carrot or a cucumber missing from the fridge…

It made her sad to think her sister was determined to become a spinster before she was twenty, just because she'd convinced herself she wasn't attractive. It also brought her mind to a plan that had been bouncing around her head for a while, a desperate gambit to pry the mousette from the shell she'd cosigned herself to.

“David's coming over tonight, isn't he?" Emily asked, dragging her sister's attention back to reality.

“Yeah, but we can just go to my room…"

“No, it's OK. I'm meeting with Sita later." The mousette said, naming one of her few friends. Sita was a human, but the two were a good match, since the girl was as socially awkward as Emily, and being a foreign student, felt as out of place at college as any hybrid. “We're studying for a big exam, so I'm probably gonna be back a little late…"

“Thanks." Amber said, giving her sister a little kiss on the top of her head.

Their apartment had only the one small bedroom, and when they'd moved in they'd made a deal that for privacy reasons it would be available to the one who brought a date home, which in time had made it Amber's room by default. Emily hadn't complained since, as she pointed out, being small meant you could get quite comfy on a couch.

The place was cozy in its own way, and with Emily's tutoring and Amber's part-time job at the local book store, they were managing to keep up with the rent. The deposit had been another matter. Emily had never asked her big sis how she managed to come up with it, and the rat girl hoped that her sibling believed that extra shifts at work had been enough to get the money together.

The truth was that Amber had swallowed her pride and done a few cam shows to raise the cash. It had been… easy. All she did was pose around in her underwear, flirt a little with the guests in the chatroom and in a few hours she'd made more than she would have busting her ass for a week! After she was done she felt relieved, and giddy at how easy it had been. And then came the guilt…

At how easy it had been. All the struggles her parents and grandparents went through so she could be viewed as something other than a sex object, and here she was – proud of having made money by shaking her ass in front of strangers. There had been an allure, a split-second temptation to forget about college and just take the easy way. But it was the disgust she'd felt with herself for even thinking of it that made Amber such a good, hard-working student.

Still, things were looking up now – her boyfriend was coming over in a little while, and they'd have the whole place to themselves. She looked down at the white-furred mousette still snuggled happily against her, and the thought that her sister was missing out on the intimacy she expected to enjoy in a few hours made up her mind for her. She and Emily were very close, and she hated the thought of jeopardizing their relationship, but if anyone could bring her out, it was her big sister. Although she'd need to enlist David's help first…

*******

Even though Amber made sure never to dress or act provocatively so as not to encourage stereotypes, the truth was that she was a twenty year old young lady in a loving relationship and very in touch with her sexuality. And with David, the rat femme felt comfortable enough to express this side of her.

At the moment, that meant moaning around her lover's shaft as her delicate muzzle slid down its length, while at the same time arching her back and thrusting her eagerly parted lips against his face. She'd been with David since their junior year at high school. After a few brief relationships ranging from disappointing to disastrous, Amber had almost given up on finding someone who'd see her as more than a slut (and then act outraged when she failed to act like one).

But despite being human, David had never looked upon her as anything other than a normal person. He'd actually wanted to get to know her, and the two had taken things slow. And, as is the case with many things that move slowly, their relationship had built a momentum over the years, to the point that Amber could enjoy herself with little to no restraint and not worry about being perceived as less of a person for it.

As a reward for being considerate and taking the time to get to know her, David now had the opportunity to know her as none had before. Her human lover gave no indication that he minded being trapped under her voluptuous form, with her rosy slit pressed against his face as her tail writhed above it. His tongue dipped in and out of her drenched sex as one hand groped one of Amber's perfectly rounded cheeks. It was when the other hand sneakily wandered a little higher and scratched the rat femme just above the base of her tail that she squeaked around his cock, shuddering as another little orgasm washed over her.

David had gotten quite good at pushing her various buttons over the years. Amber, for her part, had perfected the exact opposite – keeping her lover writhing in bliss, on the edge of climax as long as possible. And as her boyfriend lapped up the mess he'd made her make, she was running her tongue along the underside of his throbbing shaft, making sure to keep her pronounced incisors out of the way. She smiled around David's length as she remembered the look on his face the first time she'd taken him into her mouth, and those big teeth he'd always considered cute suddenly found themselves near his pride and joy.

As she fondled his sack, she noticed the way it was drawing up, a sign that her man was almost ready to pop. While she had no problem with him going off in her mouth, and had eagerly swallowed dozens of his loads, she had something else in mind for tonight. She let the throbbing length plop out of her muzzle, giving the slick tip a little kiss before she spun around on top of the groaning male.

As her breasts pressed into David's chest, her muzzle was pressed to his lips, neither of the two lovers seeming to mind where their respective mouths were moments ago. As the curvy rodent writhed sinuously on top of him, David's hands began to wander, trailing down her back, tracing the perfect curve of her ass before settling near her well-tongued slit. As he carefully maneuvered his shaft toward those fluttering lips, Amber broke their kiss, a devilish look twinkling in her green eyes as she sat up, still straddling him.

“Good guess, but if you don't mind…" she said with a saucy grin as she took hold of his shaft, noting how her lover's cock flexed in her gentle grip. The look on David's face as she nudged the tip between her firm cheeks and against her little pink pucker was priceless.

Letting out a soft groan, the mousette relaxed as the spongy tip of her boyfriend's shaft pressed against her little rosebud before the ring of flesh slowly parted around it. She knew a lot of girls hated even the thought of anal sex, and while she didn't find it as enjoyable as having that thick, firm length stretching her pussy, she got off on how much David seemed to enjoy it. And the key to good anal sex was patience, taking things (well, one thing in particular) nice and slow…

David gripped the sheets, staring up into Amber's impish face as her tight little ass slowly spread open around the tip of his shaft. He fought the instinct to just grab those pert cheeks and buck up into her, rutting her rear until she screamed his name and he filed that tight, bouncy bum to the brim. As tempting as that urge was, he knew he'd end up having more fun if he let her set the pace. He settled instead for taking in the sight of her breasts, nipples jutting out as the two perfect globes were framed between the rat-girls arms, her hands planted on his chest as she slowly worked his head into her.

The high-pitched gasp she let out as the tip finally popped in almost made him cum right then and there, and he had to clench his jaw and try to hold back. Her ass twitching around his glans certainly wasn't helping him keep his cool. Still, Amber could read him like a book by now, and she made sure not to start lowering herself until she knew he could handle it.

The rat femme cooed as she slowly began to slide down her lover's shaft, feeling inch after thick inch sink past her twitching little pucker and under her tail. She could feel her pussy twitch in sheer jealousy, little droplets dripping from her slightly parted lips even as David's cock squirted steadily under her tail, helping her take the rest of him.

She sighed as she felt her lover's hands grip her buns, kneading them gently and spreading them a little as David's impressive length slid between them and into that tantalizingly tight little hole. For Amber, there was no greater intimacy than being filled – taking her lover inside her as deep as she could get him, feeling their heat, even their heartbeat as her body molded itself around that throbbing shaft.

She swiveled her hips a little as she descended, almost purring as the head of David's shaft rubbed and nudged various sensitive spots inside her. It was getting easier to take now, the juice he was leaking inside her helping slicken the way, her relaxed pucker now caressing rather than gripping the invading length.

A happy little groan left her muzzle as she felt her lover bottom out inside her, her butt now resting gently on his crotch. Her slow, meticulous pace had drawn David from the edge of his climax, which meant Amber was going to have a lot of fun getting him back up there. Hitting him with the full force of her emerald bedroom eyes, she raised her hands above her head, stretching sensuously as she thrust her chest out.

She knew David was a sucker for this pose, since it made her majestic rack stand out even more, each breast taking on the shape of a perfect teardrop as they rose even higher on her chest. She giggled a little as her lover's cock, flexed inside her, telling her just what an effect the sight of her had on him.

As reluctant as he was to take his hands off Amber's round rump, David couldn't turn down the rat femme's invitation. He moved his hands slowly, tracing a path along her sides and that slim, girlish waist. She couldn't help but giggle, his fingers tickling as they slid across her fur, and David responded with a long groan as the spasming of her abdomen and pucker almost made him lose it then and there.

The minx straddling him calmed down a little when his hands settled on her breasts, first cupping the lush globes gently, savoring their weight in his palms before he gave them a little squeeze. He knew how sensitive Amber's breast were, and her rapidly hardening nipples were quick to remind him, but truth be told he doubted he'd be able to keep his hands of them if they'd been completely numb.

As it was, the female seated on his throbbing cock moaned in delight at every gentle squeeze and fondle, and would gasp sharply whenever he ran a finger over those stiff nipples, her back arching as tingles ran down her spine. As she leaned into his touch, her hips began to slowly shift and swivel, which in turn made his own body react.

Amber had told him once that the sensation of him sliding in and out of her pucker was nice, but hardly…well, sensational. But she'd learned early on that if she wriggled around just right, she could actually get his shaft to rub against her g-spot even from the 'wrong hole'. Her expression now was one of lust but also intense concentration as she tried to get her motions just right.

A sharp, shuddering gasp told David that she'd found what she was looking for, and after a second to get her breath she began to move more vigorously. She still wasn't sliding off his shaft, instead grinding her hips back and forth ash she worked herself up, putting pressure on that hard-to-find spot deep inside her. David wasn't complaining, since every time she nudged it, her pucker would clench up, gripping and milking the base of his shaft as the sensitive tip probed around inside her.

Amber continued her little belly-dance on David's lap, making sure to get herself nicely worked up. She liked nothing more than cumming at the same time as her lover, and while riding his hefty length with her pussy would be enough to send her careening from one orgasm to the next, with anal she needed a sort of head-start.

It didn't take her long to get there, and after a minute or two she was panting, and knew it had nothing to do with exertion. As she lifted herself a few inches off her lover's shaft she cooed at the sensation of her pucker clinging to the now slick length buried deep under her tail. She also couldn't help but notice the smear of her own honey she'd left on his crotch, a pretty little mess but nothing compared to what he would leave inside her.

Amber's movements on top of him were hypnotic, almost as much of a pleasure as the sensation of her snug tail-hole moving along his shaft. She didn't simply move up and down on his lap – it was a sinuous, undulating dance as her hips moved backwards and forward even as her shapely ass rose and feel, back arching with every glorious stroke. With her muzzle parted sensuously, she began to moan and gasp in time to her movement, letting out a cute little squeak every time David pinched those stiff little nipples. He could feel her tail brushing along his legs as it writhed, and more to the point he could feel the complex bundle of muscles at its base flexing against his shaft.

As she rode her lover's lap, Amber made sure to time her clenches – relaxing her pucker whenever she slid down, to make that throbbing length slide inside effortlessly, and squeezing whenever she let a few inches slip out, milking the length as she did. Judging by the way David's chest rose and fell, she knew he wouldn't last much longer.

In an effort to catch up, Amber slipped a couple of slim fingers into her wet and needy snatch, shivering in delight as the skilled digits sought out her sensitive spots. Having David's shaft under her tail always made her pussy seem deliciously tight, and the two twinkling fingers were soon making her bite her lower lip.

Hips grinding and fingers pumping, Amber had soon managed to work herself up into a panting, gasping mess, and as she felt weariness creep into her muscles she decided David had rested enough. As reluctant as she was to stop his fondling of her sensitive tits, she gently grasped his wrists and moved his hands to her hips as she stretched out over him. She felt her stiff nipples rubbing against his chest as she bottomed out on his shaft, her curvaceous form pressed firmly against his as she enjoyed the warmth of him.

“Fuck me…" she husked, her muzzle inches away from her lover's ear.

She gasped when she felt David obey, his hands moving until one was firmly grasping one of her perky cheeks while the other gripped the base of her tail. She made happy little noises as she planted little kisses down the side of his neck, feeling her lover brace his feet against the mattress as he prepared to give her what she asked for.

Spurred on by the rat femme's hot breath on his neck and the even hotter little passage pulsing around his shaft, David prepared to give her what she, well actually, what both of them needed. He knew that most of the time Amber liked to take things slow, and had a real knack for stretching out a lovemaking session into a blissful, steamy eternity. But every once in a while she liked to pick up the pace a little, usually as a sort of grand finale to a long, sensuous interlude.

Keeping a firm grip on her rear, he let his shaft slide as far out of that snug little butt as it could, feeling Amber shudder against him as he did. Then, with as much force he could muster from this position be bucked his hips, shoving the whole length back under the rat-girl's tail. Amber squealed out, but the way she buried her face in his neck and the hand gripping him tightly by the back of his head told him it was just what she needed.

He settled into a fast, brutal rhythm, ruttings Amber's rear for all it was worth, every thrust making that perfect tush bounce up along the length of his shaft. As the moaning female raised her head, what little breath he had was taken away by the sight of her. Even as a panting mess she was gorgeous, her delicate muzzle parted sensually as she huffed with every thrust, her short hair falling down to frame her blissful visage, and her bright green eyes seeming to hide behind long, thick lashes.

He didn't have much time to admire her before she brought that slim muzzle down, pressing her lips to his as she moaned and squealed into their kiss. He could tell she was close, by both the clutching of her pucker around his pistoning shaft, the cute little whimpers their kiss failed to muffle, as well as the slick mess her pussy was leaking all over them. Not having to hold back any longer he started to rut her with every ounce of strength left in his body, his hips smacking loudly against her ass as it bounced up with every buck and thrust.

Reluctant to break their kiss but desperate for air, Amber took her muzzle off David's lips and gazed deep into his eyes as she felt her climax approach. Her fingers digging into his hair she gave one sharp, wordless cry of joy as she came, her empty cunny gushing as it was rubbed between them and her ass clenching and milking wildly around the thick length pistoning and out of her.

She felt David pull her tail down to meet his next and final thrust as her lover buried himself as deep inside her as he could, grinding his crotch against her firm cheeks. She felt his cock flex and twitch inside her a split second before she felt the first blast of his seed erupt within her, that warm, wet sensation spreading through her insides being almost enough to make her cum all over again. She buried her muzzle into his neck, making happy little noises as she felt his hand clench around one perky cheek with every pulse of gooey cum he shot inside her.

Amber pressed her lips to his once again, kissing him deeply as she milked his shaft of every hot pearly drop. She loved having him cum inside her, and due to being different species meant they didn't have to worry about pregnancy even when she wasn't taking him under her tail. That did also mean she'd never be able to have his kids, and every so often Amber would wake up from a dream in which she was doing just that, only to have a profound sense of loss wash over her when reality set in, a feeling that was always ten times worse if she woke up without him sleeping next to her.

But they'd cross that bridge when they got to it. Right now she was deliriously happy to have her lover next to her, her warm body pressed against his as her well-bred rear tried its best to keep his softening shaft inside it. When it inevitably slipped out, followed by a thin, pearly dribble past that little pink ring, Amber gave a theatrically sad little moan into their kiss, even going so far as to flick her big round ears down to emphasize her dismay.

Ever sensitive to her needs, David wrapped his arms around her, pressing her firmly against him to lessen her feelings of abandonment. Amber's tail spoiled the act a bit, betraying her real mood by swishing happily behind her…

*******

“Uhg, that ridiculous jogger's tan…" Amber said with a smile as a finger teasingly trailed along the distinct line where the tan part of David's skin gave way to pale white, a clear outline of his favorite track shirt. “Why don't you just jog topless?"

“I'm too self-conscious. Maybe if you joined me, act of solidarity and all that…" he teased right back.

“That'll be the day! I'd certainly have a good incentive to keep running, with every creep on the block hot on my heels…" she said, grinning at the ridiculous image.

“And what makes you think I'd be any safer? My jog takes me past quite a few sorority houses, going topless might be asking for trouble…"

“OK then, smart ass, what about bouncing? If I go running without support, my chest will hurt like hell next morning…"

“Well, you got me there…" he said, cupping her breasts and giving them a bit of a jiggle as if to test the statement. Since they were both feeling quite satisfied, and a bit silly, she figured it was as good a time as any to make her move…

“David, what do you think about Emily?"

“Your sister?" he asked, surprised by her question enough to stop playing with her tits, but not enough to take his hands off them. “Well she's great, I guess. She's always nice, a bit shy, kinda cute…" he said, trailing off suddenly, obviously worried he might have said, or been baited into saying, the wrong thing.

“Cute in what way?" she asked, trying to sound innocently curious.

“Well, sort of in a little sister kind of way…" he said and Amber suppressed a groan.

“David! She's only about seven months younger than me, and if you see me as a little sister you must have had a pretty weird family life…" she said, looking down to where his hands were still lovingly keeping her breasts from catching a cold.

“Well you know what I mean. She's cute and all, but looks almost like a chi…" he said, and this time Amber couldn't suppress an exasperated huff. “What?"

“David, I spent ages trying to convince her that not everyone who looks at her will see her as a kid, and here you go, proving me wrong!" Amber said, feeling a little upset at the setback, but not ready to give up. “Believe me, she's not a child. She's as much of a woman as I am, except she's got no one to be a woman with."

“Oh, you mean she's never…"

“She's never even been on a date!" she said, and could see he was definitely surprised by that.

“Yikes! That sucks."

“Yeah, it does. And the worst part is she's given up. She's settled into being a brainy little ice-queen, all work and no play, and I know how that feels…"

“You? But…" he trailed off, and Amber couldn't help but notice his eyes darting down her body. She couldn't help but smile a bit at that.

“Yeah, me, but I had a different problem. I developed young, and nobody laying eyes on me had any trouble seeing me as a sexual creature. Problem is they had a tough time seeing me as anything else…" she said, and smiled wider as David's hands left her breasts as his arms wrapped around her waist in a warm hug. It was that gesture that convinced the rat femme I'd made the right choice, and emboldened her to go on.

“You know that before I met you I had briefly dated several creeps, and even one creepette. Before we got together, I was ready to give up, convinced I could never find someone I could have a real relationship with. If you hadn't come along, I would have done the exact same thing…"

“So, you want to set her up with someone?"

“Sort of…" Amber said, feeling anxious about the question she had to ask her boyfriend. “But it wouldn't have to be a relationship. She just needs one night, with a really great guy who could help her feel like a woman. If someone saw her as sexy, she'd start feeling it, and her problem would be solved." She said, twisting around without breaking David's embrace. She'd want eye contact for what's about to come.

“You have someone in mind?" her clueless boyfriend asked.

“Well, I only know one great guy…" she said almost bashfully as she looked up at him, not realizing she was holding her breath as she waited for a reaction.

“Oh…" David said as the realization sunk in. It wasn't the reply Amber had hoped to hear, but she wasn't really expecting him to get on board at the drop of a hat. An 'Oh' still had potential.

“Look, I haven't even talked about this with her yet, since I wanted to know if you'd be okay with it but I thought about it a lot and it… it would really mean a lot to me if you'd do it."

There was a long silence after she'd said that, and not a particularly pleasant one.

“Are you sure that's you thinking that?" David asked, in a careful, tentative tone of voice.

“What do you mean?" Amber asked, lifting herself on his chest as she sat down next to him. Some instinctive part of her told her this wouldn't be a cuddly conversation…

“Amber, you know I love you but… I mean, just ask yourself if this is you doing the thinking. Is it the product of your rational mind, or is it the way some geneticist creep from half a century ago wanted you to think?"

A heavy silence followed that, and as David's words sunk in Amber could hear her blood begin to pound in her ears. Once she was certain she could speak past the lump forming in her throat, she was surprised at how cold and steady her voice was.

“Get out." she said, and one look at her face told David just how big a mistake he'd made.

“Look, I'm sor…"

“Get… out…" Amber repeated in the same cold tone, although he could see the tension in her jaw, the way she was fighting the urge to grit her teeth. Knowing deep down that if he pushed her now, even for a chance to apologize, he could wind up making things irreparably worse, he quickly got dressed as Amber averted her gaze.

Seconds seemed to crawl by as David got his clothes on while Amber just stood there in tense silence. She saw him out the door, and before he'd stepped out David turned around, looking for a second like he was about to say something before turning back, walking away like a beaten dog.

Amber didn't slam the door behind him, instead managing to close it firmly before locking it. Her ears were cocked, listening until she heard David's footsteps fade away before she turned around and leaned against it. Slumping slowly down, the girl hugged her knees as she began to weep, her shoulders shaking with every ragged sob.

Never let them see how much it hurts…

*******

The day had passed without a call from David. And so did the next one. In truth, Amber wasn't sure if she would have picked up. She didn't tell her sister a thing, trying to pretend nothing had happened, but she doubted Emily was fooled. She kept her crying confined to her pillow when she went to sleep, and worked her anger out at the gym.

That was another reality about growing up as a descendant of pleasure slaves – once your body started to develop, you got signed up for self-defense classes. The gym she went to, usually just to stay in shape, was run by the same gruff bunny that had trained her when she was still a girl. The doe was a black-belt and had actually served time when a man had tried to rape her in an alley and she wound up nearly caving his chest in with one kick. The judge had taken that into consideration, and even though she didn't spend long behind bars, she still got more than her assailant. Perhaps because her assault, unlike his, had been quite successful. The rabbit lady had seen a lot in her lifetime, so she didn't ask Amber why she suddenly felt the need to bust the seams on her punching bags.

The next day David had shown up unannounced at her building. As she watched him on the intercom screen, standing there with a sheepish expression and a tray with two cups of coffee, she couldn't help but smile a little even as her eyes teared up. Despite the pain and anger she'd felt since she'd closed the door on him, she knew she still loved him and knew he felt the same way. Unwilling to throw all that away, she buzzed him in.

*******

“Look, I just want to say I'm really sorry about last time… I knew it was a stupid thing to say a second after I'd said it…" he spoke softly. They were sitting on the couch, sipping absentmindedly from their cups, having been tip-toeing around the subject for as long as they could.

“I've heard worse, David. What really hurt was that I'd never expected to hear it from you…" Amber said, a little pain creeping into her voice as the memory came back. David just accepted his part in it. He didn't try to excuse himself, or claim it wasn't a big deal. Even though he honestly hadn't meant to do it, he'd seen how much he had hurt her…

“I guess… we've never really talked about it…" he said, and Amber knew it was true.

It had been so much easier to pretend their relationship was no big deal, that they didn't come from different worlds. But reality crept in every now and again. She knew for a fact that he'd stopped seeing some of his friends after they'd first gotten together, and could well imagine what they'd said about her to make him cut ties. Her own parents had been less than thrilled about their relationship, worried about how a human would see her. Fortunately, their worries were dispelled when she'd first brought David over and they had a chance to meet him and see that he really cared for her as a person. That, and he'd been quite endearingly awkward…

“Yeah. Look, I know where the idea that made you say that came from. My grandmother was part of the last generation of lab-grown hybrids and she'd told me all about it, thought it was important for me to know." She said, remembering the sobering lessons she'd learned at the older rat-woman's knee.

“All the ads claimed hybrids were neuro-programed to perfectly fit their roles, our psyches tailored to our purpose. That was an outright lie. There's no way to do something like that reliably and at a genetic level. The real reason hybrids did what they were told to do is because they had to. They could be beaten for disobedience, and put down if they got really out of hand."

“So it was all made up? There was no tampering?"

“Not entirely. For the most part it was very subtle things. Species like mine tend to be very tactile – we like physical contact and affection…" she said, smiling a little as she put a hand on David's leg and gave it a gentle squeeze “… of any kind, not just sexual. We're largely bisexual, although some of us have a strong preference one way or the other. And we do have a healthy libido. But we don't have some insatiable need for sex, we're not inherently kinky and deviant, we are quite capable of turning down an offer of sex and we don't cheat on people any more than everybody else." She said, getting a little irate as she counted off all of the stereotypes she'd been forced to live with. She couldn't help but notice the guilty expression that crossed David's face as he recognized his own blunder in the list.

“What about the others?" he asked.

“Well, the labor hybrids – equines, bovines and so forth – they were altered so that their bodies produce more endorphins as a result of physical exertion than usual. Which means they get a bit of a kick out of doing hard work. The ones that wind up stuck in office jobs these days tend to become sort of fitness nuts – you know, the guys that live for the gym…" she said, with a little grin.

“What about military species?"

“Yeah, well… they really got messed with. They tampered with the part of their physiology that regulates the fight or flight response to the point that they tend to respond to almost any confrontation, verbal or physical, with aggression."

“Doesn't seem to be a good trait for a soldier. When a superior officer gets in their face, they aren't even allowed to talk back…"

“They weren't meant to be soldiers, more like… weapons. Shock troops commanders could send into the worst fighting, without having to write difficult letters when more than half the troops don't come back alive. And if they got out of line, they could be shot on the spot. All the person who did it would have to do is write a report, to justify the cost…" she said, and was amazed at the look of shock on David's face. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised. The army had urged the media not to pay too much attention to the whole affair, and truth be told she'd never read or heard much about it. But growing up as a hybrid, some things you got told, because you needed to know them.

“After the emancipation, some of them stayed with the army, even after all that, because there they could get their meds for free. They need mild sedatives just to be able to function in society. Small wonder some gave up on it – working as enforcers, underground fighters, running around in gangs or packs. They're not bad people, in fact my grandparents told me the hybrid freedom movement might have never happened if it wasn't for them."

“How so?"

“They used to protect the protestors. The police at the time didn't much like the idea of sticking their necks out for 'animals', and there were plenty of humans who were violently against the idea of free hybrids. But I guess even hate's not enough to make a man charge a wolf or a cougar, standing there, big and mean, looking like he's just waiting for someone to start something."

“Aaaand, I'd basically implied you had no free will." David said, looking at the floor.

“It's okay…"

“No it's not, I feel like a piece of shit…" he said, and was surprised to feel Amber give him a little peck on the cheek.

“I know. That's why it's okay…"

“So that thing about Emily… you really think it would help?"

“I'm pretty sure it would, but I don't want you to do it if you aren't comfortable, or if you don't find her attractive…" she said, although she was still hoping deep inside he would agree to it.

“Soooo, how would it… I mean how do we…" he began, and Amber caught the note of cautious interest in his voice.

“Well, I'd have to get her on board, for one. Then if everyone's up for it we pick a night, you come over, and we all have some fun together – we take things slow, we…"

“Wait, 'we all'? You mean you'd also be, you know… there?" David asked, breaking Amber's train of thought.

“Well… yeah! I mean, I'm doing all the work here, why should I be left out?" she said half joking, but in truth his question had made her realize she hadn't even considered the scenario taking place without her. “Unless you think two girls would be too much for you. No shame in admitting that…" she teased.

“Well, I'm brave enough to try…" David said with a slight smirk.

“My hero!" Amber cooed, snuggling up to him. It hadn't exactly been long since she'd last seen him, but after the thought of losing what they had, the feeling of his body against hers, his smell, all served to make her feel loved and content.

“So, you think Emily's sexy?" she asked playfully.

“Yeah. Once I got it through my skull not to think of her as a child, she does have that cute/nerdy thing going for her…"

“You think she's sexier than me?" Amber husked, giving him her best bedroom-eyes as she pressed her body against his. His silence, as well as the sight of his tenting pants, were a sufficient, and undeniably honest answer…

*******

With her sister snuggled up against her, head resting comfortably on the rat girl's lush chest, Amber was loathe to break such a comfy moment. But seeing how her sister wasn't paying all that much attention to the TV, she guessed it was as good a time as any.

“So, Emily… you seeing anyone?" she asked innocently, a little bit of gossipy prodding.

“W-what do you mean?" the mousette asked, craning her head up to look at her sister, albeit upside-down. She sounded a little flustered, surprised by the question despite the fact Amber made it a point to stick her nose into this particular subject.

“You know… any crushes, admirers, that sort of thing…" Amber asked, trying to coax the truth from her sibling, even though she suspected what the answer would be.

“Well, no I'm… busy with my studies. And work…" Emily muttered her usual excuse, suddenly reluctant to meet her sister's eyes.

“Mhh, that's no excuse and you know it…" Amber said, wrapping her arms around her sister both as a way of soothing her, and to keep the mousette from remembering some 'urgent work' that needed doing, thus allowing her to escape the current conversation. “I've got a job, I'm doing well with my studies and I can still make time for David. Have you at least tried to talk to someone?"

“I… it's hard for me…" Emily mumbled, looking sheepish.

“I know sweetie, but the first step's the hardest. You're more attractive than you think, but nobody's ever going to see it if you keep hiding away in your shell."

“It's not that. I… I tried to do it. Tried to meet people on-line…" Emily began, sensing from her sister's tone she wouldn't leave this alone. "Video-chats and stuff like that. When I tutor people, I have everything set up so that sitting at the desk they can't really tell how little I am. It kinda helps, being able to talk to people at eye level."

“So, what went wrong?" Amber asked, guessing from Emily's tone that her foray into on-line dating wasn't all that successful.

“Well, it would start okay. We'd make small talk, maybe flirt a little but then…" Emily paused, taking a deep breath before going on. “Then they'd ask me to call them 'daddy', or ask if I still had my school uniform…" the mousette trailed off, remembering those brief glimmers of hope of being seen like an attractive young woman.

“So… you discovered that there are perverts online. Have you alerted the media, or do you think the world's not yet ready for such a shocking revelation?" Amber asked, and was happy to note Emily couldn't help but giggle at the idea.

“But you know what I mean. If those are the only kinds of guys that see me as sexy, what's the point?"

“Forget those fucks." Amber said a bit testily, remembering for a second her own brief time in front of a camera on-line. “What if there was an actual honest-to-goodness nice guy, cute looking and everything, who genuinely found you sexy?"

“What do you mean?" Emily asked, once again craning her head up to look at Amber. Her sister's question had seemed concrete, and not the sort of you'll-meet-someone / plenty-of-fish-in-the-sea statement.

Amber, for her part was encouraged by the note of genuine curiosity in her sister's voice. Buried under school and work, there was a young woman deep inside that mousette, with a young woman's needs. All she needed to do was gently crack her sister's shell and let her out.

“I mean what if I knew a guy who sees you as a sexy woman, and who could make you feel like one…"

“Who?"

Well, here goes nothing.

“David."

“David!?" the mousette almost squeaked, sitting bolt upright and quickly turning around, eyes wide with shock looking adorable behind those nerd-glasses. “But… is he… I mean are you two…"

“Okay, I know this sounds a bit weird, but just relax and hear me out…" she said, calming her sister down, but wondering if her little chest was heaving like that just out of shock. “First of all, David and I are still together and as lovey-dovey as usual. Second, what I'm about to tell you is my idea, so don't go thinking he's the one who's the perv. Now, I'm gonna tell you what I have in mind, but if you feel really weirded out, or feel like I'm about to cross some line, you can tell me to stop and we'll forget this whole conversation, but I've put a lot of thought into this, so it would mean a lot to me if you can bear with me, ok?"

“Ok." Emily said, calming down a little but still looking flustered.

“Now, what I'm proposing wouldn't change anything between you and me, or me and David. It would be just one night of intimate fun between three people who like each other. You like David, right?"

“Yeah…" Emily said, surprising herself how easily the admission came out.

“And he's kinda cute, right? I mean, apart from the jogger's tan?"

“What jogger's tan?"

“Never mind, just don't laugh when you see it."

“Oh. Well yeah, he is kinda cute…" Emily said, trying to hide her face and the color rising to her cheeks.

Ooh, now what do we have here? Careful little miss Ice Queen, you just might melt…

“So then, we set a date, you and I get dolled-up before David shows up, and then we all slip off to the bedroom. And since I don't trust either of you not to wuss out at the last moment… “Amber said, drawing a little snort from her sister “… I'm going to be right by your side as he shows you just how much of a woman you really are." She finished, her tone becoming more sultry than silly. And judging by the way Emily was biting her lower lip, it was working. “And I might help myself to any part of David you're not using."

Emily laughed at that last remark, but Amber could notice her sister was a little short of breath, and seemed to be having a tough time sitting still. As she looked at her, she saw a brief flash of the side of her sister that Emily had tried to bury – the way her back was arched to thrust her little chest out, the way her tail swished behind her, her delicate shoulders squared and a coquettish expression on that usually innocent face. She knew she'd had her before the mousette even opened her mouth.

“How soo… I mean, when would we do… you know – it?"

“Got any plans for Saturday?" Amber asked, the smile on her face nearly reaching her ears…

*******

Butterflies fluttered in Amber's stomach (well, a little lower, to be exact) as she buzzed David in. Looking at her sister she could see the mousette was also anxious, but she did seem adorably eager. She could tell she was taking deep, steadying breaths, and there was no doubt her bosom would be heaving if she had one.

Still, Amber was proud of the job she'd done on the timid little bookworm. Her hair had needed very little work – once freed from its pony-tail it took just a little styling to give the bright-red mane a little bounce, framing Emily's pretty face to give it an innocent-yet-sultry look. That alone was quite a change, and even the way her mousey incisors were biting her lower lip right now looked more eager than nervous, which is what the rat-girl knew it really was.

The lingerie had been more of a challenge. After a quick rummage through her sisters underwear drawer, she realized there was nothing there she could work with so the two had done a little bit of shopping. She'd found a nice little combo – a black bra and panties, both with a lace trim. The color stood out starkly against Emily's white fur, but more to the point it was a very classy and mature look for her. Amber had passed on lots of sexy but cute items, knowing her little sis would need all the help she can get to feel like a woman.

The mousette had been fine with the bra, but when Amber had first shown her the panties she'd selected, the girl had blushed and actually claimed they were too small for her. That's because although the bra was an elegant affair, with a little padding to give Emily's little A-cups a bit of help standing out, the panties Amber had selected were a thong. They left very little to the imagination, but they were quite unmistakably adult undies. And once they got home and the mousette tried them on, despite her earlier protestations Amber couldn't help but notice the way she swung her pert little tush with every step.

The rat femme was wearing a negligee she figured wouldn't make her outshine her sibling, and more to the point would be quite easy to slip out of. Even though it was Emily who was about to lose her virginity, she couldn't fail to notice how anxious but very much eager she felt about tonight. Since it had been ages since the prospect of sex made her anxious, Amber had put it down to managerial stress, since she had been the mastermind behind this whole plan.

David's expression when he opened the door and saw the two of them waiting for him was everything she could have hoped for. His mouth actually dropped open a little as his eyes took in the sight of the two sisters, wearing very little and looking quite eager as their tails swished behind them. She was also glad to note that he was getting quite an eyeful of Emily, and looking quite pleasantly surprised to see what the shy little sister looked like under those nerdy clothes.

The mousette, for her part, was blushing through her snowy fur with her hands clasped in front of her. Looking at her, Amber wasn't sure if she was actually being demure, or if the coy little minx was intentionally trying to squeeze her little boobies between her arms to give the stunned male a better view.

It said something about the sheer stopping-power of their appearance that Amber had to pull David inside and close the door, not wanting to give a passing neighbor a free show. Once inside the young man recovered, quickly remembering to say hello and, this being a sort-of date, handing each girl a single red rose. The sisters made a point of smelling the fragrant blossoms, before putting them aside and turning their attention to the flower delivery boy.

David found himself being led quite directly to the little bedroom, and once there he was soon the target for two pairs of deft hands as the rodent femmes began to remove his clothes. Amber, he was sure, could do this with her eyes closed by now, but he couldn't help but notice the grin on Emily's little white muzzle as she helped her sister disrobe him. The mousette had even been the one to take off his boxers, going wide-eyed when she came face to face, so to speak, with David's by now quite erect shaft.

The two then turned their attention to each other, Emily reaching out to slide the straps of Amber's negligee down her shoulders, while her sister undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall off her chest. The rat femme then whispered something in her sibling's ear, and the two gave David a grin each before turning their backs to him. The human was confused for a split second before the girls hooked their thumbs into the waistbands of their panties and bent over as they slid the skimpy undies down their legs, giving David a magnificent view of tow heart-shaped rears, as well as a pair of eager-looking little cunnies. When the two turned back around, they were happy to see the young man blushing as his shaft twitched eagerly.

“So, how do we…" David began, suddenly feeling as much of a virgin as Emily, before Amber took him by the hand and gently but firmly guided him to the bed. Once he was seated, she gave his chest a playful shove, enough for David to get the hint and lie down. She then moved over to Emily's side, whispering something in the mousette's ear that made the girl bite her lower lip, the nervous gesture looking teasingly sensuous on the girl's flushed face.

“Now, you to just get a little intimate, while I do my best to make myself useful…" Amber husked, grinning wickedly as she gave Emily a little pat on her rear. Despite how anxious the mousette obviously felt, Amber was pleased to note how her hips and tail swayed as she took those few steps, a sure sign that some long-suppressed desires were bubbling to the surface.

Taking a deep breath, Emily climbed up on to the bed and swung one slim leg over David, straddling the young man's waist. It had been her sister's idea, and from her new vantage point, the mousette could see why. Emily knew nothing had really changed, but perspective was a hell of a thing, and she felt a little thrill as she looked at the toned body laid out beneath her.

She ran a slim finger down David's toned chest, noting how strange smooth his skin felt under her touch. Her mind suddenly conjured up a bizarre image of her as an amazon, toying with the male she'd overpowered and was now towering over. She did her best to suppress a giggle at the silly notion, but even though she knew she wasn't a mighty warrior-woman, for the first time in her life, the mousette felt very much like a woman. And there was one thing (among several) the woman in her had been quite curious about for years.

With the change of perspective, David found himself wondering how he'd ever been able to see Emily as a child. True, her breasts were still just perky little bumps on her chest, and her hips were still decidedly girlish, but as the mousette braced her arms on either side of his head, mustering up the courage for something, her face told a different story. Her face was flushed with desire, almost matching the bright-red hair framing it, her muzzle parted sensuously as her eyes drank in the sight of him from behind long lashes.

Maybe she'd spotted that realization in his expression, or maybe she'd just gotten impatient. Either way he could see those big eyes closing as that delicate muzzle got closer and closer until the mousette's lips were pressed to his own. Emily's kiss was timid, but eager, her muzzle opening a little as she rested her slim body on top of his. He couldn't help but note how different it was than her sister. Amber would sometime grab the back of his head and pull his mouth to her muzzle. Other times, her lips would simply beg to be kissed.

Emily felt a shiver run down her spine and the length of her tail as she savored her first kiss. When she was a little girl this wasn't exactly how she'd imagined it – with her sister naked, and at large somewhere in the same room. But as something inside her she'd done her best to keep buried rose to the surface, she found she genuinely didn't mind. After a few moments David had let out a startled sound into their kiss as his body tensed beneath her, and for a second Emily had thought that she'd either done something wrong, or something very right until she remembered that Amber was afoot…

The rat girl watched with glee as her boyfriend's cock twitched beneath her gentle caress, its smooth veiny length already seeming quite eager to sheathe itself in a warm, mousey slit. Although the two were smooching quite quietly, from her vantage point she could tell they were getting quite hot and bothered. The size difference meant Emily's moistening lips were several inches away from the tip of David's shaft, and Amber couldn't help but wonder if by now the two could feel the heat of their respective privates, no close yet so far.

Licking her lips at the sight, Amber felt spoilt for choice as she tried to decide which of them to taste first. The lure of uncharted territories led her to choose her sister's quivering slit, slicking her tongue out and gently running it up the length of her pink lips. She heard Emily squeak into her kiss with David, saw the way her pert little butt tensed at the unexpected touch, and wondered if she'd gone too far. After all, the two hadn't exactly laid down any ground rules. Touching was sure to be expected, especially since her sister knew Amber was a snuggle-bug, but maybe her little lick had crossed a line?

Her worries were dispelled a moment later when she saw her sister relax, her back arching so that her rear was trust out at her sister, her little mousey flower opening up and looking eager for attention. Since her next lick was greeted with a moan and a shameless raising of Emily's tail, Amber smiled as she pressed her muzzle closer to that moist little slit, making sure her little sister was nice and ready. Not wanting David to feel left out, she wrapped her hand around his shaft as she began to expertly stroke the familiar length.

Emily had almost jumped out of her skin when she felt something soft and moist run along her lips, realizing a moment later both who and what that was. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised – she knew Amber was into girls as well, and knew how comfortable her sister was expressing physical expression with her. What surprised her was her own body's response. She didn't really find herself attracted to women, but neither the fact that it was another female, nor the fact that it was her sister, could change how amazing that tongue felt as it caressed her sensitive folds.

Even though she was a virgin, she'd spent many a lonely night getting herself off in various ways, and had always thought she knew quite well what her pussy enjoyed. But not one of those self-stimulating sessions could prepare her for the electric feeling Amber's tongue had caused. Not wanting to break her kiss, she made sure to thrust her tush out in a clear invitation for sister to continue.

Amber had enjoyed eating her sister's little muff out, but by the time her muzzle was soaked in the mousette's juices, and her hand in David's, she decided the two lovebirds were ready enough for each other. As she took her hand and mouth off of their respective privates, both David and Emily had turned around with the same stupefied expression on their faces.

“Well you two don't expect me to do all the work, do you?" she asked with a grin as the two got their breath back.

Emily was still looking at her sister when she felt a squirt of something hot hit her little muff, and blushed when she realized just what it was. Her arms were a bit shaky, but she managed to push herself back up into a sitting position. Lifting her hips off David, she scooted back a bit until the human's throbbing cock came into view. She reached out and stroked the throbbing shaft with one hand, a distinctively feminine thrill running through her as it seemed to jump up at her touch.

Biting her lower lip, she lowered herself inch by inch until her steamy sex was pressed against the underside of David's shaft, a moan escaping her delicate muzzle as she felt her lips spread around that hard, warm length. She began sliding her hips back and forth, color rising to her cheeks at the sight her juices smeared all over David's cock, the human underneath her groaning as she teased him with every slick stroke.

As she slid her needy sex up and down the human's length, she felt her sister's hands on her shoulders, and the tickle of Amber's little whiskers on her fur as she kissed her neck. She moaned out loud at the sensation, surprising herself with the wanton cry. At the same time, she saw David's chest rise and fall, his body tensing and his member twitching with every slide of her lips against it, and she felt a thrill at the knowledge that she was making him do that.

“Are you ready?" Amber whispered in her ear, her husky tone betraying her own arousal.

Panting too much to form a reply, Emily just gave a little nod, and a moment later she felt her sister's hands around her slim waist, guiding her up a little. Her mound felt almost cold without the heat of David's cock wedged between her lips as Amber raised her hips off the human's member. She then reached around with one hand around Emily, her hand trailing lower until her palm was resting against the mousette's slit.

Even as she spread her sister's lips, envying David the sight of her little pink flower in all its dripping glory, she grasped the human's now click cock, angling it up until the spurting tip was nestled between those wet pink folds. Once she was sure David was wedged, she withdrew her helpful hands and just stood with her chest pressed against the mousette's back, letting her do the next part herself.

Emily had every intent of taking things nice and slow, making sure her first time was a sensuous and gentle experience. That had been the plan, anyway. But once the head of David's shaft began to spread her wet little petals open and she felt the heat of the male entering her, something deep inside her took over. Laying her palms flat against David's chest she drove her hips down, crying out as she took half the human's cock in one smooth stroke.

The mousette had expected some pain from the loss of her virginity, and she could feel some, but it was buried under sensations her body had been desperate for ever since she'd first started playing with herself. David's cock was already deeper inside her than anything had been, stretching her little love-tunnel even as her walls wrapped around it, caressing the warm invading flesh and rubbing themselves over its veiny surface.

All other senses seem muted, but she could hear David groan as her tight little cunny gripped him lovingly, could feel amber's stiff nipples poking her back as her sister pressed her breasts against her. Looking down she could see her own lips splayed around the human's shaft, her eyes going wide when she saw how much of it was still left outside her.

She waited for her body to adjust a little before taking any more, panting lustily on top of the prone young man. David had moved his hands to her hips, but seemed content to let her set her pace. Still, Emily felt her little pussy clench in delight at the gesture. He wanted her! With her feminine ego thus boosted, the mousette gave a few experimental wriggles of those hips, cooing out as the shaft lodged inside her sex prodded around inside her.

Taking it slowly, Emily lowered her hips, her breath coming out in hot little pants as she watched that thick throbbing length sink further and further inside her. She was surprised at how accommodating her body was, given the size difference between them, but when she finally felt her splayed lips touch David's crotch, he felt like a perfect fit inside her – stretching her walls taught around his shaft, but without any pain or discomfort. She took a moment to catch her breath, basking in her feminine triumph as she felt fingers trail up the sides of her chest, tickling a little before they settled on her tiny breasts.

“How does it feel?" Amber asked softly, nuzzling Emily's big round ear.

“G-goooood…" the mousette replied in a voice that could have melted ice.

Amber smiled even as she pressed her lips to her sister's neck, nuzzling her lovingly as her deft fingers began to play with the mousette's nipples. The sensitive nubs responded to her touch, little pink peaks stiffening and poking through the snowy-white fur of Emily's chest. Judging by the sounds David was making, he was either enjoying the show, or her little tweaks were making the mousette's newly deflowered pussy clench around him.

Squeaking with every pinch of her sister's nimble digits, Emily began to gently grind herself against David's crotch, little mewling noises leaving her muzzle as the human's shaft shifted inside her. Her tunnel had wrapped itself so tightly and lovingly around the warm length that the mousette could feel his heartbeat through it, as well as every twitch and squirt of the meaty length.

Mustering her confidence, Emily began to raise her hips, biting her lip as she felt her wet lips cling to David's shaft, feeling every contour of his length as it slowly slid out of her. When there was nothing inside her but his head, the mousette began to slide beck down the meaty pole, surprised both by how easily it slid back inside her, and how much she'd missed having that twitching cock stretching her out.

David was gripping the sheets, the tightness of the mousette's pussy combined by the sight of the little pixie riding his cock already pushing him dangerously close to his threshold. Looking into Amber's green eyes as she nuzzled her sister, he could tell that he knew how he was struggling, and was certain she was doing her best to make it quite literally harder for him, moaning into the mousette's neck as she played with her nipples, expertly rolling the little nubs between thumb and index finger, and making Emily clamp up around him.

Amber was feeling her own lust begin to mount just from the sight, sound and by now scent of the tow love-birds. And with her legs spread on either side of David's, she could feel her sister's tail wriggle against her lips every now and again. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn her sister was teasing her on purpose, in retaliation to Amber's own assault on her perky little teats. But her sister seemed genuinely lost to the world as she rode David's shaft, settling into a slow, sensuous rhythm.

The sounds of their little romp were beginning to get a little messy, and driven by impish curiosity the rat femme released her sister's breasts and began to kiss her way slowly down her back. Smooching her way down and along the mousette's perky cheek, she soon found herself staring at the sight of her sister's pink lips splayed lewdly around her boyfriend's cock, both now glistening with each other's juices. For a while she was content just to stare at that pretty pink slit as it rode David's shaft, watching Emily's lips cling to it when that cute little butt rose up, and dimple inward slightly as she drove herself down on that meaty rod.

But she could only watch for so long without interfering. Bringing her muzzle closer to the action she could see her nostrils flare as they took in the rich, heady scent of sex, the scent making her own pussy drip in envy. Timing it carefully, she slid her tongue out just when Emily was sliding back down, running the tip along the base of David's shaft and up to meet her sister's slit. As the lovers tensed visibly, she regretted not being able to see their faces, but the sound of them gasping in near-harmony, as well as the taste of them, had been a treat in of itself.

As she continued to take a few well-timed licks, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment as her master-plan unfolded flawlessly. It occurred to her then that the person who'd done all the work in setting this up was also the one having the least fun, so she decided she was due some attention as well. Tearing her eyes away from the lewd little show taking place in front of her, she crawled over to David's by now flushed face.

The moment he turned to face her and his eyes met hers, Amber knew he hadn't forgotten all about her despite the elfin figure riding moaning as she rode his shaft. Deciding a little reminder wouldn't hurt, she pressed her muzzle to his lips, kissing him deeply and giving a little shudder when he kissed her back. It was deep, sensuous and passionate, and as much as the rat femme was enjoying it she nevertheless broke the kiss, since these weren't the lips begging for attention.

David was surprised to feel Amber's mouth leave his so soon, and had he been more able to concentrate, he might have divined her intentions from the impish twinkling of her eyes. As it was, he was taken quite by surprise when the nimble rodent gal swung one leg over to the other side of his head, positioning herself facing her sister as her rear was lowered and her dripping slit thrust towards his face.

“Hope you don't mind me blocking your view…" Amber said, a wicked grin on her muzzle as she looked back at David.

The human male was honestly surprised the affectionate female had managed to stay on the sidelines this long, and not wanting his girlfriend to feel left out he put his hand on those firm, round cheeks and used his thumbs to spread her wet lips even wider. He took a second to admire Amber's glistening petals before slipping his tongue past them, quickly searching out special little spot that always made her squeak.

Amber's next clever remark was preempted by a cry of feminine joy as her lover's tongue plunged into her needy pussy, skillfully rubbing the delicate walls of her sex in all the right ways. Secure in the knowledge that David knew what to do from here, she turned around, coming face to face with Emily. Her sister looked beautiful, a delicate little sylph moaning her delight as she wantonly rode David's shaft. Her face was flushed, the red showing as pink through the white fur of her face, her eyes lidded, muzzle parted sensuously as she panted in arousal.

She could feel every hot little puff coming from the mousette's soft, beckoning lips, and before she even realized she was doing it she'd leaned in, bringing her muzzle closer to hers. The kiss was a soft, tentative thing, as Amber just lightly brushed her lips against Emily's, not wanting to push the girl too far. Any misgivings she may have had about Emily wanting it were dispelled when the mousette threw her arms around her neck, holding her close as she moaned into her mouth, all the while grinding her hips up and down on David's shaft.

The kiss felt strangely natural to Emily – a sharing between her and her sister, even as they shared a lover. She melted into it, holding her sister close and telling her without words that she wanted this. She felt Amber brush a coppery lock of hair from her hair, her hand continuing its journey, holding the back of her head gently as her sister's tongue slipped past her lips to play with hers. It seemed like such a small, innocent thing, but the mousette felt her body respond to the sensation, a tingle running through her whole body as she climaxed around David's shaft.

Amber could guess all too well what the mewling noises her sister was making even as they kissed meant, so with considerable reluctance she pulled her muzzle away from Emily's, letting the girl get her breath back. And judging by the way David was grunting into her sex, the sensation of the mousette's already tight little cunny spasming around his cock must have felt quite stimulating.

“How are you feeling?" she asked the mousette who was weekly grinding her slit against David's crotch.

“*Huff*…not sure I can… feel my legs…" the mousette managed to get out between pants.

“You heard her, lazy boy…" Amber said, turning around to look at the part of David's face not buried in her own dripping slit. “The poor girl's done all the work she can. You wanna finish? Then go get her!" she said, and David didn't need to be told twice.

The prone human kept lashing Amber's slit with his tongue even as he braced his feet and gave one experimental buck. The squeak Emily let out was all the encouragement he needed, and soon he was thrusting away, bouncing the delirious mousette up and down on his cock. Even though Amber's majestic ass was blocking his view, he could tell he was doing a good job by the wet smacks of his crotch into Emily's hairless lips, as well as the way that still-snug pussy clenched around him every time he slid out.

Looking at her sister, Amber could tell Emily was close to another climax, her face a mask of naked carnal bliss as she squeaked and moaned under David's assault. With the human's male vigorous bucking, the mousette was having difficulty staying upright, so her sister deiced to help her out by draping those slim white arms around her neck.

Time seemed to lose all meaning for Emily, her mind almost blanking out under the physical sensations it was forced to process. She could feel her little pussy, so sensitive from her earlier climax, already approach another peak. But more to the point, she was aware of the way David's shaft was throbbing as it pumped her messy sex, the wild abandon with which the human male was thrusting into her, his grunts muffled by her sister's sex.

I'm doing that! the thought came unbidden into the mire of her mind. It sent a thrill through her so sharp and sudden that the mousette almost came again just from that alone. The sight of her, the feel of her had driven this young man to rut her with such passion and intensity that she was certain was going to hurt later, but now felt better than anything had in her entire life. She was also aware of her sister – the other female's familiar warmth and scent, but also the new ways Amber was caressing her, those deft hands roaming across the few parts of her that had so far been unexplored.

The thought that it was another woman touching her didn't even occur to Emily at this point as she buried her muzzle between her sibling's lush, heaving breasts, taking in the sweet smell of her arousal, she realized there was no level of intimacy with her sister that she could consider wrong. She felt the rat girl respond by nuzzling her ears, giving the big round lobes an occasional gentle nibble.

A muted groan reached those nibbled-uponears a split second before she felt the cock inside her bottom out and start to twitch. Emily held her breath as she felt the shaft seem to come alive inside her, letting it out as a long, needy whine when she felt the first pulse travel up the throbbing length. The first hot jet triggered her own climax, and as her pussy began to squeeze and milk around David's cock she didn't feel the following spurts, registering only a warm, wet feeling as her lover filled her. Thorough the haze she felt Amber kissing the top of her head, holding her close to her breast as her body shuddered against her sister's.

Amber couldn't help but smile at the expression on her sister's face as the mousette emerged from her cleavage, mouth agape and eyes lidded and unfocused. Deciding that David needed to see his handiwork firsthand she gently disentangled herself from the two, draping her sister's petite frame over the human male's chest. Looking at David, she couldn't help but notice that his face, apart from being liberally glazed in her honey, also had a blissfully blank expression, one she'd never before seen without having been directly responsible for.

Once she'd judged he'd caught his breath, she pressed her muzzle to David's lips, tasting herself as she kissed him. The fact that she was the only one who hadn't come yet made her tongue a little extra frisky, but she found herself genuinely enjoying the intimacy of this moment. And the way David was kissing her back told her quite clearly that he'd be ready to take care of her after a short rest.

She decide to let David get some air, but it apparently wasn't meant to be as Emily scooted up over his chest, gasping as his softening shaft slipped out of her well-bred sex before pressing her little alabaster muzzle to her lover's mouth. If David preferred oxygen to kissing pretty girls, he gave no indication of that, wrapping his arms around the mousette's little body as she wriggled against him.

Ever curious, Amber kissed her way down Emily's waifish figure, smiling at the way her little touches made her sister's tail swish. As her lips traveled down the curve of one perky cheek, she was greeted by the sight of the mousette's lips, still a little parted and looking quite rosy under the juices smeared all over them. With an impish grin on her face, the rat femme blew gently over that little slit, suppressing a giggle at the sight of her sister's sex clenching up at the sensation, that pert white rump shivering as a little pearly dollop began to drool past the girl's fluttering lips.

Her smile widened when she turned her attention to David's cock, the shaft having softened after leaving the mousette's snug sex, but still looking quite plump, as if it understood that it would be expected to rise to the occasion again, and quite soon. She felt the shudder run through her boyfriend's entire body as she flicked the tip of her tongue across the sensitive head before beginning to gently but diligently clean his length.

Sensing quite clearly Amber's impatience, David broke his kiss with Emily, gently rolling the dazed mousette onto her back before disentangling himself. Presented with a new target, the rat girl slinked her way towards her sister's parted legs, eyes fixed on the girl's dripping honey-pot. At the same time she'd raised her own shapely rear, thrusting it out and giving it a little wriggle to catch his attention. Since his tongue was starting to cramp up, David slipped a couple of fingers past Amber's lips, watching as her dripping sex eagerly swallowed his digits.

Amber felt a tingle run along her spine as David began to poke and prod inside her, her needy sex wrapping itself around those skilled fingers as they sought out her sensitive spots. But despite her own needs, she kept her eyes trained on her sister's well-bred sex as she crept slowly closer and closer to the invitingly messy slit. Once her sister's lips were inches from her muzzle, she looked up at her sibling, making sure Emily wanted this as much as she did.

The expression on the mousette's face was more than encouraging, her lidded eyes twinkling as they met Amber's, her cute little mouth parted in expectation, with just a hint of anxiousness. Still keeping her eyes locked on her sister's, the rat femme slowly extended her tongue, running it gently and slowly from the bottom of the mousette's glistening sex, ending with a light flick over her little clit. The cute noise Emily made, along with the way her legs parted to give her more access to her little flower, told Amber in no uncertain terms she wanted more.

If being turned on by the sight of your girlfriend cleaning up the mess you made inside her sister is wrong, I don't want to be right… David thought as he felt himself get hard already at the sight of Amber with her ass in the air and her muzzle pressed against the squirming mousette's slit. She was making a mess of her own, and as the young man looked at his by now glistening hand, an interesting little idea popped into his head. Keeping his index and middle finger busily pumping in and out of Amber's steamy sex, her brought his thumb up and pressed the dripping digit into the tight little rosebud beneath the rat-girl's tail.

He felt her tense for a split second before that tail lifted and her pucker relaxed, allowing him to slip his thumb into her tight ass. Once the whole thing was lodged inside Amber's welcoming rear, David pressed his thumb and fingers together, and gave a little rub. Now it was Amber's turn to squeak, her bouncy behind trembling from the unexpected, but very welcome sensation of her walls rubbing against each other.

Emily smiled a little at the sound her sister made, guessing that whatever David was doing back there felt as nice as what her sister was doing in front of her. Leaning back against the pillows, the mousette felt unmistakably sexy, and even domineering in a way as she looked down into her sister's emerald eyes as the other female dutifully, but more to the point skillfully ran her tongue over her still tender lips, shivering a little whenever her nose bumped against her clit. She felt as well as heard her sister's little mewl as David pulled his hand out of her and placed it firmly on one rounded cheek.

She guessed his other hand was guiding his shaft towards Amber's no doubt drenched pussy, and was proven right as the rat femme moaned into her own sex as the human male slid inside her. The mousette's body shivered in sympathy as she remembered the delicious stretching sensation she experienced when her own little slit was invaded by that throbbing shaft.

She couldn't help but notice David wasn't being as careful as he'd been wither, and judging by the sounds Amber was making even as she continued to eat her out, she didn't mind. With a confidence no doubt born of intimacy, David gripped her sibling's luscious behind as he began to thrust vigorously, every lunge making Amber's muzzle bump against Emily's slit. This was so… lewd, but the whole thing felt so right that even the usually awkward mousette felt comfortable. With that thought running through her head, she bit her lower lip as she reached down and spread her little petals open, giving her sister access to her delicate pink folds.

Amber needed no further urging, her long tongue darting out of her muzzle and dipping into the mousette's inviting honeypot even as her own pussy rejoiced at finally getting what it had been crying out for. She could feel the walls of her tunnel wrapping lovingly around the familiar length pounding in and out of her. David could read her quite well by now, and had guessed correctly that she would be impatient after watching the two of them. Despite the strong hands grasping her toned butt, every smack of his hips into her cheeks shoved her forward a little, wedging her slim muzzle between her sister's lips.

And while her pussy drooled around the pistoning shaft, making every impact into her ass sound torridly wet, her tongue flicked eagerly in and out of Emily's muff, curling and probing to find those spot's inside the mousette that made her squeak so adorably. By now every trace of the cum David had left inside her was gone, and with that any pretense Amber had of cleaning her sibling. The rat femme was almost drunk on her sister's honey, savoring the sweet taste of her arousal even as she moaned into her slit from the treatment her own sex was getting.

Amber had been very much in touch with her body ever since puberty – she enjoyed sex, and cherished every intimate moment she'd ever spent with David, from their first times together when they were timidly learning how to please each other, to the many times when they put that knowledge into practice. Whether he was making love to her, or fucking her senseless, David had brought her to a number of stupefying climaxes over the years, but none to match this one.

For the first time Amber felt simultaneously overwhelmed, but at the same time feeling a wonderful sense of completion, like something she'd never realized was missing had clicked into place. Every nerve in her body seemed to tingle as she swam in a sea of sensations – the smell of her sister's juices smeared all over her muzzle, the sight of the mousette looking down at her, her stiff nipples jutting from her waifish chest. The warm feeling spreading through her rear from the pounding David was giving it, matched only by the heat deeper inside her.

When he moved his hand to grip the base of her tail, using it to gently pull her back to meet every thrust, Amber felt that sea swallow her up. She squealed into Emily's dripping slit as her own pussy wrapped itself tightly around her lover's shaft, squeezing it until she could feel every contour of the throbbing length as it kept pistoning in and out of her.

She felt herself gush around the shaft, the pumping making her juices run past her lips and soak into the soft fur of her pubic mound. She heard David groan as her slit did its best to hold his shaft in a velvety-vice like grip, but he'd only recently cum inside Emily, so Amber was not surprised that he kept rutting her steadily all though her climax.

What did surprise her was the hand landing gently on the top of her head. Looking up from Emily's needy little slit, she saw her sister's face, her large mousey incisors biting her lower lip as her eyes pleaded with Amber to continue. It's not fair! she thought. Nobody should be able to look dominant and cute at the same time. She flicked her ears back submissively, although the smile curling her lips broke that illusion as she slid her tongue back past her sister's lips.

Emily wasn't sure what had possessed her to push her sister's face back between her lips (which was the way she saw it), but looking into those sparkling green eyes told her Amber certainly didn't mind. And once that nimble appendage once again began to snake its way past her pink folds she had to fight to push her sister's muzzle even deeper and clamp her legs around her head to keep her there. Instead she just writhed in place, little moans escaping her mouth as her toes curled. She'd been on the brink of an orgasm when Amber had hers, and her sibling's deft touches were quickly getting her back towards that peak.

Well, the sight of David was certainly helping, the mousette feeling her sex twitch as she took in the human's smooth skin, now covered in a sheen of sweat as he pumped tirelessly into her sister's upraised rump. Looking at the muscles in his toned body flex with every thrust, she couldn't help but notice that with his bronze limbs and pale torso David seemed to have both her and her sister's coloration.

As tantalizing as the sight of Amber's ass was as it jiggled with every smack of his hips into it, David felt his gaze traveling along her arched back and to the Sapphic scene taking place in front of him. And looking at Emily now, he couldn't imagine how he'd ever seen her as anything other than sexual – with her coppery-red hair a tumble around a flushed face, lusty moans leaving her parted muzzle as she toyed with a stiff nipple with one hand, while the other kept Amber's head pressed firmly between her wide-stretched legs. He also hadn't missed the looks she'd been giving him, brief glances that seemed innocent and wanton at the same time.

He could feel himself getting close to his peak, and not a moment too soon. He'd been pounding Amber's eager little slit at a furious tempo, and wondered if it was the fact that there were two gorgeous and eager girls in the room that spurred him on, or if it was the fact that for the first time since they were together he didn't have one hundred percent of Amber's attention, and that some part of him felt the need to make up for that. It also occurred to him that this little arrangement allowed each female to rest a little as they passed him back and forth between them, but that he faced the very real danger of collapsing from exhaustion. But then again, he was young, fit… if not now, then when?

Gathering every ounce of strength he had left he began to jackhammer Amber's messy slit, barely pulling out before sheathing himself back inside her with a squelch. Her moans were muffled by Emily's moist lips and soon drowned out by his own grunts as his vision seemed to dim, lungs and hips both pumping furiously before he gave one last lunge, bottoming out inside Amber as he pushed her muzzle into the surprise mousette's sex.

His finger's dug into those firm brown-furred cheeks, mauling them lovingly as he felt his shaft pulse deep within her, pumping out more than he'd thought he had left. Seeing her sister getting filled seemed to set Emily off, the slender female biting her finger as she let out a high-pitched whine, cumming into her sister's eager mouth. The sight of the little pixie's climax seemed to prolong his own, his shaft flexing and twitching as he filled Amber to the brim.

After he was done the rat femme slid off his softening shaft, raising her head from her sister's sex as she scooted over to the opposite side of the bed. The patch of mattress between the two sisters seemed almost as attractive as the females themselves at the moment, and David wasted no time laying down on the kindly offered space. As if in unison, both girls threw and arm across his chest, snuggling up and seeming as eager as he was to get some rest. But it was the way they nuzzled against his smooth skin, as well as the grinding of their mounds against his thighs that told him his rest would be brief…

*******

“Mornin' sleepy-head…" Amber chirped from behind the little counter separating the kitchen area, Emily's nose twitching on her sleepy face as it caught the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. Taking the hint, Amber poured her some and brought it over to the sofa.

“Morning…" the mousette said as she gratefully accepted a steaming cup. She winced a little bit as she sat down, her bottom feeling a bit tender after last night, and Amber had to lift the cup to her lips to hide her smile. “Where's David?"

“Out on his morning run, if you can believe that. I'm amazed he still has the energy after last night. And a little offended as well…" she said, playfully implying the young man had been holding out on them just so he could still have enough strength for his jog.

“So, how do you feel?" she asked in a gentle but coaxing tone.

“Good. A little sore… “ Emily admitted, color rising to her snowy cheeks “…but good. I'm glad you talked me into this sis. Last night I felt like a woman for the first time in my life. But I kinda need to ask you something…" she said, looking a bit skittish.

“Ask me what?"

“Amber… do you love me?" she asked, quite bluntly for the normally shy mouse.

“Of course I do sis…" Amber replied, caught a little off-balance by Emily's question.

“I don't mean like a sister, I mean, what with last night… the things we did…" she trailed off, and Amber realized the mousette had noticed something she hadn't. Or more to the point, had tried very hard not to notice for quite some time now.

Of course not, sis, I don't feel that way about you. I mean, I just couldn't imagine living without you and touching and tasting you last night had felt like Heaven, but love? She struggled to think, to come up with a response that wouldn't burst this beautiful little bubble the three of them were in. To her knowledge, her little sister had never been attracted to other women. Maybe she'd gone too far last night and things were looking awkward in the light of day? On the other hand what if she hadn't? What if Emily had come to some deeper realizations, and her trivializing their contact form last night might push her away?

“Well, last night was…" she began, trying not to sound nervous as she tried to think of the right thing to say. Out of hand? Perfect? Crazy?

“…beautiful." Emily surprised her by finishing the sentence, with the same word she would have chosen, but didn't dare to. Looking into her sister's eyes she could see no trace of regret in them, and as she gazed into them she could feel herself drifting closer to her, until both siblings had closed their eyes as their lips met.

It wasn't a passionate kiss, not life-changing in itself. It was just a silent, mutual admission of the feelings the two had realized they had for each other. As their lips parted, the pair looked deeply into each other's eyes, before lowering them bashfully as other questions bubbled to the surface.

“So…how long have you…" Emily asked, trailing off but her meaning clear.

“Well, I only really realized it last night. But I suppose it started when we were in puberty…" Amber began, color rising to her cheeks as she was forced to admit to both her sister and to herself just how long she'd carried this around. “When I started noticing boys and girls differently for the first time, I sorta noticed you. But I'd figured it was just a crush – I was horny and you were a cute girl that was always close by and whom I loved to cuddle with. You could have had me, you know. It took all my willpower to keep our little sessions nice and platonic. If you had so much as whispered in my ear you wanted me to touch you somewhere new, or given me a kiss that was anything other than sisterly, I would have been all over you…" she finished with a grin, and they giggled at the thought of two horny but clueless girls trying to take each other's virginities.

“So, all this time you've just been hiding your feelings?" Emily asked, feeling a little bad about herself for not spotting things sooner.

“Well, it wasn't like that. I did get a grip on my libido eventually, and when David came along I guess it sorta got buried somewhere inside my head…"

...but it wouldn't stay buried. she added to herself. Because she'd given a lot of thought to the idea of having David make Emily into a woman, but not once did it occur to her to just set them up together and leave them alone for the night. Her tricky little subconscious had made sure she was always in the picture, and now she realized why.

“What about you?" she asked Emily, the mousette looking confused for a moment before realization set in. “Did you know you were attracted to girls?"

“I don't know, I'm still not sure I am. I mean, I've never felt the urge to look at other females that way but I've always considered you beautiful and last night everything I did with you felt just as right as the things I did with David. So I guess I'm attracted to a girl…" she finished, smiling bashfully at her sister as she expressed her feelings.

“Well, that's certainly good enough for me…" Amber replied, reaching out and squeezing the mousette's hand. The gesture sent a delightful little thrill coursing through her, strange considering the more conventionally thrilling ways the two had touched last night.

“So, about David… you still love him, right?" Emily asked.

“Yeah, I do." Amber replied, not needing to think about it. She did still love David, and didn't feel like that love was in any way lessened by the way she now knew she felt about her sister. “You?" she threw the question back, and couldn't help grinning when the mousette replied with a blush.

“So, do you think we could make this work? The three of us?" Emily asked, and as soon as the idea was presented to her, Amber could almost hear it click into place.

“Well, if David feels the same way… I mean, as far as you and I are concerned, well, we've shared pretty much everything our whole lives and never fought or bickered because of it. The reason things like this would usually fall apart is mistrust and jealousy. I'd trust you with my life, and have never been jealous of you…"

“I feel the same way, although I have to confess being a little envious about…" Emily trailed off and cupped the air a few inches from her chest.

“Yeah, but this way you'd still get to play with them. Trust me, they're more fun that way."

“And David?"

“Well, I figure he'll be fine as long as we keep him hydrated."

“I was thinking, maybe we could have another night together, the three of us? Just to see if he'd be interested…" Emily quickly added, but Amber could spot a certain eager squirminess about her. Well, she does have a lot of lonely nights to make up for…

“I think that would work. When did you have in mind?"

“Well, he's already here, and it's Sunday so we don't have classes or anything…"

Emily's lascivious suggestion was cut off by the sound of the door opening, the mousette almost jumping from her seat, her face as red as if she'd just been caught with her hand down her pants. David walked in, sweaty and oblivious, panting out a shy 'Hi!' to the two sisters.

“Ooh, speak of the devil! Were your ears burning?" Amber asked while Emily did her best to compose herself.

“Uh, no. Jogging is considered to be pretty easy on the ears – all they have to do is keep the headphones from falling out…"

“I mean, we were just talking about you…"

“Ah, so is this the part where you hold up scorecards?" he asked, and the two girls couldn't help but giggle at the idea.

“Oh, our thumbs are definitely up. We were just wondering if anything else was…" she said, lowering her eyes and gazing at the young man's shorts with an expectant look in her eyes.

“Breakfast first?" David asked, in a hopeful voice that nevertheless suggested a 'no' wouldn't be a deal-breaker.

*******

As Emily's dripping lips left his own, David took in a deep breath of air, scented as it was by the mousette's love-juices smeared all over his mouth. Once she was certain she wasn't crushing him beneath her weight, or suffocating him, Emily had rather taken to face sitting, looking down at him with mischief dancing in her eyes as she ground her slit against his face. But those same eyes were now telling him that the mousette was eager for something other than his tongue.

“Hey, I have this… idea I'd like to try, if you're up for it…" he said, doing his best to get the words out of a nearly numb mouth.

“Okay…" Emily panted out, unstraddling the young human's face as he got up and sat on the edge of the bed. The two sisters looked at him curiously as he patted his lap, his cock sticking up straight thanks to the attention Amber had paid it earlier.

“So I just… sit on it?" Emily asked, turning around and bending her knees, bringing her rear closer to the twitching shaft.

She felt the spongy tip wedge between her slick lips, and moaned out as those folds parted around it. A little shudder ran through her as she sank further down, her pussy eagerly swallowing inch after thick inch of David's manhood. She was almost startled when her cheeks touched the human's hairless thighs, surprised at how easily she'd taken all of him. She cooed as he gave a little wriggle of her perky rear in David's lap, smiling as the male answered with a groan as his shaft shifted inside her tight cunny.

Not wanting to feel out, Amber had bent over and pulled her chin up, planting a deep kiss on Emily's lips and making her almost writhe in David's lap. She wasn't sure why he'd seemed almost hesitant to suggest this position – it was comfy, and gave her a lot of control. True, she missed not being able to look her lover in the eye, but there was something thrilling to feeling his breath on her neck. With that in mind, she began to slightly lift her pert little rear off her lover's lap, luxuriating in the sensation of her silky walls clinging to the veiny length before driving herself down again and bottoming out in her little 'seat'.

The mousette's eager little moans filled the room as her sister released her from the kiss and began to toy with her little nipples, the sensitive nubs soon stiffening under the rat-girl's deft touch. Emily leaned back, feeling the heat of David's smooth chest against her fur as she began to grind her slit against his crotch, adding a little swivel of her girlish hips to every stroke. She noticed David's hands roaming down her sides, tickling her a little before going past her hips and along her girlish thighs.

When he'd reached her knees, he hooked one hand under each one and easily lifted them both up and back, folding and spreading the surprised mousette's legs. Although the maneuver had startled her, Emily had to admit that even though she'd lost her leverage, the new position did offer some interesting sensations, as it allowed her to take every last inch od David's cock. And while before his tip had merely been brushing against that barrier inside her, she could now feel him grinding against it. An intense, but definitely not unpleasant sensation.

“Are you ready?" she heard him ask after a few moments.

“Yeah..." Emily replied, expecting him to start bucking his hips, since she could barely move in this position.

“Okay, just tell me if you want me to slow down, or if you change your mind…"

Before Emily could puzzle out what he meant, she found herself being lifted up as David got on his feet. She gave a squeak as the sudden movement impaled her even further on the young man's shaft, one hand flying behind her to wrap around his head, guided by some instinct to find something to hold on to. She realized a moment later she had little to worry about – David seemed to be able to carry her petite frame easily, and she was quite securely anchored to him down there. And with her entire weight resting on the human's crotch, the sensation of being stuffed to the brim was even more intense.

“You okay sis?" Amber asked her sister as the mousette bit her lower lip.

“U-hunnnNGHHH!" was all Emily could get out, squealing on the last part as David carefully spread his legs, bracing himself and making his cock shift inside her.

The mousette grit her teeth as David gave an experimental buck, actually bouncing her slightly off his shaft before gravity impaled her fully once again. It wasn't as gentle as their sessions last night, but the mousette found a strange thrill at the sensation of being at a male's mercy, rutted vigorously almost to the point of pain. She could feel her pussy gripping the impaling shaft, as if it too was trying to keep her from falling.

"M- more!" she husked, surprising both David and her sister with the command. But the young man holding her up didn't need to be told twice.

Realizing the two would need a bit of room for this stunt, Amber took a step back, her hand drifting to her mound as David began to bounce a squeaking Emily on his shaft. The noises her sister was making left no doubt in her mind just how much she was enjoying herself, squealing blissfully as David's cock pistoned in and out of her well-stuffed pussy, his hips smacking into her firm little rear every time he thrust up to meet the descending behind. Even the mousette's miniscule breasts moved a little from the wild humping, stiff nipples bouncing with every thrust into the tiny female.

As her fingers danced in and over her own sex, Amber realized there were definite advantages to Emily's petite frame. David was quite fit, but she doubted he'd be able to do the same thing with her, especially with such apparent ease. As she watched her sister lean back against his chest, one arm wrapped around his head as she seemed to hold on to for dear life, she wondered how it felt to be taken by someone half again her size.

Emily's muzzle was hanging open now, strange panting little moans escaping it as her tight little passage was pummeled, her lips wrapped tightly around that shaft that seemed to stretch her out just a little bit further every time it bottomed out inside her. She was dimly aware of her sister watching her intently as she touched herself, fingers sliding in and out of a slit that was getting as messy as the mousette's own. She knew she was on full display, legs raised and spread to give Amber a perfect view of her snug little tunnel being filled over and over, her smooth lips wrapped lewdly around the shaft lodged between them. Something about that idea, as well as the way her sister's green eyes peered hungrily at her only seemed to spur her on.

As much as she'd enjoyed riding David last time, the feeling of control and confidence it gave her to have a male laid out beneath her, there was an altogether different thrill in being someone's eager plaything, at the mercy of a passionate lover who held her fate, as well as her entire body, in his strong hands. It made the mousette wonder what other delightful areas of intimacy there were to explore, and she found herself biting her lower lip as her brain supplied a panoply of deviant possibilities.

Amber, for her part was enjoying her little voyeuristic interlude, fingers pumping in and out of her eager slit as she watched her sister bounce on David's member. The mousette's face was a mask of lust, the fingers of one hand gripping the young man's hair while the other furiously tweaked a stiff little nipple, her whole body seeming tense with anticipation of what was sure to be a mind-bending climax.

She saw her boyfriend pick up the pace, pumping his shaft in and out of the squealing mousette in short but no less furious strokes. She could see his body tense, his sack pulling up as it prepared to empty itself in the female writhing against him. She heard him groan and Emily squeak at a glass-shattering pitch, her little body convulsing as she obviously came from the wild rutting, her already snug pussy gripping around the pummeling shaft.

David had kept up the furious pace through his own orgasm, and Amber almost came herself when she saw pearly-white streamers being pumped out of her sister's splayed lips with every thrust. Finally spent, the young man caught his breath, still easily supporting the mousette that was still coming down from her own peak, until his softening shaft slipped out of her, revealing a very well-fucked little cunny slowly drooling the young man's seed.

As David lay the panting Emily on the bed, Amber wasted no time crawling over her, planting her muzzle on hers once she was sure her sister had gotten enough air. She gave a little moan as David began to pay her sex a little attention, rubbing along her slick lips before slipping a finger in and prodding around teasingly between her velvety folds.

“Uh, could you scoot up a little farther?" Emily asked, and for a second Amber just stood dumbfounded over her sibling's request. “Well, you did say it was more fun playing with someone else's…" the mousette added, her voice taking on a sly tone.

Moving with a snake-like grace, Amber crawled a little bit further, sticking her chest out and smiling as her sister gasped when confronted with her cleavage. She could feel the whiskers of Emily's muzzle between the ripe pendulous globes as she took in Amber's scent. It was the rat-girls turn to gasp when that same muzzle nuzzled one of her breasts before her sister's soft lips closed around one rosy nipple.

Moaning loud enough to let Emily know just how much she was enjoying this, Amber arched her back out, presenting both her chest and her rear to her two lovers. Her sister seemed to have quite a good instinct for this, kissing and suckling on her now stiff nipples, and every so often nipping them gently with her teeth. David certainly loved playing with her breasts, but the mousette currently suckling her seemed to have a feminine instinct, gently massaging whichever teat she didn't have her lips wrapped around at the given moment. And every caress, and every deft flick of her tongue sent shivers down the rat femme's spine, as if her sister had done this a thousand times before.

She wasn't sure how long Emily had kept it up, moving lovingly from one breast to the other, but at some point she became aware of David's fingers leaving her slit. Emily wrapped her arms, holding her sister close even as the tip of David's shaft began to spread her, sliding smoothly into her eager slit. The elder sister moaned in delight, lowering her chest which served to both present her rear to the male entering her, and to smoosh her breast against her sister's suckling muzzle. As reason began to take a backseat to hedonistic sensations and lust, the last sapient thought going through Amber's head was how natural this felt, and how lucky the three of them were to discover this connection...

*******

David had come home to his house to find the front door locked and very suggestive noises coming from the bedroom. To most men, this would be the beginning of one of the worst days of their life, but the young man merely smiled as he made his way towards the door with a spring in his step. He'd tried to be quiet, not wishing to interrupt the two in an intimate moment, but the swiveling of rodent ears reminded him how futile it was to try and sneak past them just as sure as the expression on the two blushing faces told him how welcome he was to join them.

“Starting without me?" he asked as he took in the sight of Emily reclining on her back with Amber snuggled up against one side.

“No, just checking if her milk came in…" Amber said, giving one noticeably moist nipple a lick as she rubbed her hand across the gentle swell of Emily's belly.

The expecting mother blushed a little, but the color raising to her face failed to hide the satisfaction written all over it. The insemination took on their first try, and ever since then the trio had been giddy with expectation of the first addition to their little family. But Emily had been especially happy when motherhood had begun to change her body subtly. As her belly began to round out, her chest began to swell up a little as the nipples capping them turned a darker shade of pink. Granted, they were only large enough to fill out a well-padded B-cup bra, but the mousette was thrilled with her new feminine, if not quite matronly, form.

Amber was having a lot of fun playing with her sister's pretty new boobies, but had been paying closer attention to her own – taking supplements and massaging them to try and get her own milk flowing. Even though Emily would have enough to feed the baby, she didn't want to miss out the experience of nursing their child if she could help it.

As David got to the bed he started kissing from top down, first planting his lips on Amber's muzzle, then on Emily's and ending with a peck on her little bump. With that out of the way, the two females began efficiently undressing him, noticeably eager to have him join in the fun.

Once David's already erect shaft was freed from its confines, the sisters didn't waste any time, running their tongues along the throbbing length, and kissing around the sensitive tip. As the young man looked down, meeting the two pairs of eyes gazing lovingly and hungrily up at him, he felt a surge of masculine pride at the fact that he had two such gorgeous females so eager for his attention. Of course, that pride was tempered by the knowledge that he'd be begging for mercy, or at least rest by the time the two were done with him.

They were still all just boyfriend and girlfriends, at least on paper, but even that might soon change. It had been less than a year since hybrid-human marriage had been legalized, and it had made people question arbitrary limits imposed on love. And as people in poly-amorous relationships spoke out, it was looking like wedding cakes would need to be made with a little more room on top…

Until then the three would just have to enjoy what they had, namely each other…