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Ashly opened the door to the den. It was dimly lit by a blue nightlight, the sun having gone down a while ago. She slipped out of her nightgown and panties, leaving them behind her.

"Hey." She greeted, softly.

The chains rattled, as the beast stirred from hearing the greeting. His wrists and ankles were shackled, his muzzle was gagged, and his eyes were blindfolded. He was lying on his back, throbbing dick sticking straight up into the air, pre dribbling down and mussing his sheath and balls.

The air was drenched in his musk. She breathed it in, catching the hint of the other girls along with it. She made her way over to him, and sat upon his belly, her bare petals pressing firmly to him and dampening his fur. "How was your day?" She asked.

He snarled, and then whimpered.

"They teased your all day and wouldn't let you cum, huh?" She asked, rhetorically, twisting around to rest a fingertip on his sizzling girth. She collected a bit of the pre, and tasted it with an audible squelch of her muzzle sucking on her finger. "Now, here I am; here to save you from this nightmare." She laid on top of him, pressing her front firmly against him as she spoke sensually against his neck.

"Here to let you snuggle up in my cutie, where it's warm and tight." She pushed down with her hips, her pubic bone grinding against the root of his dick. "Then, you'll plug me up with your knot so I can't get away, and so all your cream stays inside. Then, your tip'll kiss my suction-cup, and my whole cutie will give your dick lots of little hugs all over. Then you'll gush, and gush, and gush; so pent up you won't stop until my poor little tummy is so full it's about to burst. And it'll feel so relieving for you, like you've been running this whole time and you finally get to stop and catch your breath."

He squirmed and wriggled beneath her, even trying to buck and thrust in the vain hope that he might blindly find his way to her girlhood.

"You poor thing," she cooed, petting his head. "You're so frustrated it hurts. Your dick is covered in pre- and girl-cum, trying to lube itself up so that it can slip all the way inside my cutie without any problem." She straightened up, and reached back to grip him tightly. He whined as she pulled up, collecting all of the mentioned lubrication, taking it all away. She cleaned it off her palm and fingers by wiping it on her muzzle.

He breathed heavily, desperately.

"Mmm..." She licked her lips. She shimmied forward up his chest, her flower rubbing over his shaggy pelt, and leaving behind a trickle of her arousal as she dragged it up his torso. She lifted up. A few drops fell from her as she spread herself open, and she lowered down over his nose. She let the petals go, and they stayed open just enough. "Smell that?" She asked him. "That's it... breathe it in," she encouraged him, when she heard him take full, deep breaths.

"My cutie's perfume makes you dizzy, doesn't it?" She gently ground against him, making sure his nose was firmly smothered inside the hole, so that the scent of her womb could only leave through his nostrils. "It makes your eyes water, you heart race, your tongue drool, your whole body weak with excitement; it makes it so all you can think about is how satisfying it'll feel to add the scent of your warm, musky cum to it. Then, once you're done gushing, you'll churn it around inside, making sure you've coated every nook and cranny of my tummy so that every part of me deep inside knows who I belong to."

She cradled his head as he bucked and squirmed, the chains protesting along with him as he begged and pleaded with whines. She cooed, trying to sooth him with her voice. After a moment, he settled down. "You want to see?" She asked. When he whimpered, she undid his blindfold. She lifted off spreading her folds for his eyes. "You like my cutie?" She whispered, moving her fingers so that she pulled the petals out and closed, some of her arousal trickling down onto his forehead.

"M-m-m-hm-m-m," he moaned, his eyes half-lidded and his muzzle trying to lift up to reach it.

"You want it?"

Tears wept from eyes down the back of his face, and he trembled with desperation. "Hhhhmm-m-m-m."

She shimmied back, raising her hips up and aligning his tip to her folds; though he tried to buck, she held him down, weak and drunk off her pheromones as he was. "What was that?" She asked, kissing his tip with her petals.

He arched his back, letting out a desperate and pleading whimper.

She lifted up, and sat down on his stomach, spreading her heels on either side to display herself. "Well too bad. You've been a bad boy. You're lucky if I ever feel like letting you squeeze into my teeny-tiny cutie again."

He went limp out of exhaustion, letting out a weak squeak of a whine.

"I've always wondered what this felt like..." She said, rhetorically.

In his bleary vision, he made out that she was holding something. When it cleared, he saw that it was the pink rabbit vibrator.

"It's much bigger than yours, see?" She leaned to the side and set it nearby him to compare; sure enough, it was thicker and longer, making him look puny in comparison. "I bet it'll satisfy me more, too. I don't need your cum or anything, I can live without it." She turned it on, and got comfortable on him. "All I need is to feel good," she said, and slipped the dildo inside of her. "Ooooooooh," she moaned, "and this feels soooooo..." She took in a deep breath, and exclaimed with a passionate, fluttery moan: "Good!" She whimpered and squirmed as the vibrating dildo touched her in ways that he could only wish to.

"Mmmmh. My cherry..." She remarked with a fluttery inflection. "My suction-cup... Everywhere up and down... Ah! Mh! All at once, I can't take it!" She held onto it with both hands, her muscles coiling up. "It's happening already... Too good; so fast... I'm... I'm... Mmmmmm'h I'm cumming!" She quivered with pleasure. "Hoooooh... This is... Oh gosh, I'm cumming again!" She groaned. "I'm squirting like Kailey," she gasped, her cutie's juices gushing out and spraying all over the helpless boy's chest and face. "This is the best it's ever felt," she exclaimed. "Again, again, again; it feels so good it hurts," she whined, her voice crescendoing; "I c-c-can't s-stop c-c-c--cumming!"

* * *

Justin didn't really know what to expect to be revealed behind the door to the den; and not in what had become the usual fluttery, optimistic way that was akin to opening a present. This time, he almost dreaded it.

Would she come today?

Would she not come today?

He knew one thing: she probably wasn't going to cum.

He might not either.

Part of him was hopeful. Like it wanted to pretend yesterday was a dream, or just didn't happen; and that today would be another Saturday of non-stop pleasure, and he wouldn't be able to go ten minutes without having a squeezing cutie or a suckling muzzle wrapped around his dick, earnestly coaxing out another batch of his cream.

He'd be lying if he said that part of him wasn't what convinced him to even be here, walking up the stairs. Or at least, he'd be incredibly ignorant and misguided. The urges and pleasures he had grown accustomed to were a powerful motivational speaker, and he was reluctant to believe such a good thing would be outright withheld from him.

They must feel the same way, right? They must want a turn, to feel that gratifying stretch between their legs, and the soothing strokes of his tip all up and down their silky walls. Even if she wasn't in the mood, he was sure that a certain black kitten would be more than happy to squeeze his dick into her tight cutie and bounce on his lap.

He started off flaccid and upright. But, as he reached the doorknob, he was stiff and hunched over. He swallowed, feeling both excited and anxious.

He opened the door.

The sound of the TV was the first thing that reached him as he stepped into the room. When he looked upon the couch, his heart skipped a beat. Not because of an array of spread cuties, dripping and fluttering to entice his dick to come sink into their hold. No, there was only one: fully clothed in a pink camisole and a pair of tight, yellow shorts that barely went down to mid-thigh.

Ashly.

He waited at the door for a few seconds, to give her a chance to acknowledge him. But she remained fixed on the TV, watching her show. So, he closed the door and headed for the couch, crossing her so that there was no chance she could have been so distracted or lost in thought that she didn't see him. He stood for another few seconds, watching her watch the TV, before he started to sit down.

Even as he reached his hand back to guide him, he suddenly felt a tug on the front of his shorts. To keep them from ripping, he stayed upright. "Let go," he said.

"You know the rules," she replied, slipping her fingers into the waistband of his shorts.

"I'm not in the mood," he remarked, though he was betrayed by his tented shorts. He straightened, and the shorts were tugged downward. He begrudgingly helped, sliding his tail through the hole in the back so they dropped about his ankles. "Happy?" He asked, a bit bitterly.

She finally gave him a glance, and shook her head.

"Well, what do I gotta do, huh?" He asked, flustered.

She leaned over to the ottoman to pick up the remote and mute the TV. "Could've said 'hi,' or something, for a start," she mumbled.

He bit his lip. "Hi," he said, though it was forced.

She rolled her eyes. "It's too late, now," she told him, agitated. "Why bother saying 'hi' anymore, anyway?" She stood up, and shuffled toward him in the small foot-space between ottoman and sectional. "From now on we should just come in, get naked, spread our legs," she slipped her fingers into the waistline of his briefs, pulling them down;"and then you can just fill us up, one-by-one 'till you're satisfied." she raised back up, gripping the lip of his shirt. "Forget all the games and dress-up and everything; just get to the part you like." She pulled his shirt up and he raised his arms.

When his shirt fell to the ground, he squinted at her in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about fucking, duh," she replied. "That's what you wanna do, isn't it?"

"Don't always have to," he countered, sitting down, penis sticking right up as if to say: He doesn't mean it!

"Well... it's what I wanna do," she stated.

"Really?" He asked, incredulously.

She took off her shirt. "Sure, why not." She shimmied out of her shorts, which she had apparently worn without panties, and sat back down on the couch. "Look, see, I'm horny," she spread her folds, dipping a finger in to show she was wet. "I see your dick throbbing," she half-taunted.

He moved his hands to block her view.

"Stop being silly," she said, trying to lighten her tone a little as she swung her legs to lie back. "Come over here, lay on top of me, and... just fuck me."

"I don't wanna just fuck you!" He growled.

"Whoa, hey now," they heard the vixen's voice as she just opened the door. "Do your mommies and daddies know you talk like that?" She teased, stepping into the room. Her skirt bounced with each step as she skipped across the carpet to sit at the end of the couch, by the wolf.

Ashly rolled over to face the back of the couch.

"Hey, Ash," Kailey greeted tentatively, as she shut the door behind her. The skunkette looked at the vixen, who sat with her knees wide, her blue skirt drawn up enough that her pink panties peeked out from between her thighs. She unbuttoned her capris and shimmied out of them, showing off another pair of borrowed boxer-briefs.

As her friend was pulling off her shirt, Ashly twisted about and grabbed her shorts. She pulled them back on, and sat up to give Kailey more options for a spot on the couch.

The skunkette sat next to her friend. "You feeling better today?" She asked, sensing a bit of tension in the air.

The rabbit gave a weak smile, which quickly fell to a frown. She glanced at her friend, and gave a bit of a shrug. "Didn't sleep well," she said, her eyes half-lidded. She shivered when Kailey wrapped an arm around her.

"Have any nightmares?" The skunkette asked.

"Something like that," Ashly replied. When Kailey's other hand took her by the chin, her fur stood on-end all down her back. Her eyes woke up, and she blinked with confusion. She stared into her friend's eyes for a few seconds, before the skunkette's pink nose and black muzzle came closer.

The rabbit, caught off-guard by the kiss, tensed at first. But when her friend's tongue ran up her buck teeth and tickled her gums and inside her lip, she relaxed her chin. The fingertips that had held her in place for the kiss brushed along her fur, downward. They touched her neck-line, sifted through the downy fur between her latent breasts, tickled down her tummy, trailed on either side of her navel, caught and let go of the waistline of her shorts with a gentle snap, and settled upon her thigh.

Her shorts were snug about her pelvis, but a little stretchy. The fingers quickly wiggled beneath the fabric along the inside of her thigh. They forced their way along, touching spots that made the bunny twitch, and yield by widening her posture just enough to give them an easier time accessing her.

Her breath hitched when she felt a fingertip tap at the seam between her legs. She squirmed a little, but did nothing to deter them. With her tongue struggling to keep up with her friend's assault, she was unable to deny the gentle penetration. It felt nice, but lacked things that her loins wanted. Warmth. Girth. Length. Aggression.

Just as gently as the finger dipped in to the second knuckle, it retreated, along with the tongue. She was left with her heart fluttering, and a conflicting battle of bitterness and lust.

"Ooo," the skunkette remarked, examining her finger. "Did you have any naughty dreams last night?"

"I bet this guy did," the vixen said, leaning against Justin and audaciously cradled his testicles. She looked up at him, smiling at his nervous and strained expression. "Do they feel better?" She asked.

Justin glanced at the rabbit, recalling the sparks that flared in his eyes when her shin came up between his legs. "They're fine," he replied.

"They're not fine until someone kisses them all better," the vixen retorted, and brought her muzzle down. She pulled his testes up with her cradling hand, pronouncing them. She gave both a tender kiss each, her cheek keeping his surging puphood against his tummy.

He held his breath at the first kiss, and his penis pulsed at the second. When he glanced at his tentative lover, he saw tension in her jaw-line.

"There. All better," the vixen cooed, tossing a glance at the other two. "Don't want him to be hurt there, or he won't be able to make any cum for us," she told them.

"Huh..." Kailey said with realization. "Is that... really true?"

The vixen nodded.

"You're blowing smoke." The rabbit declared.

Brittany flashed a coy smile. "Nope. I'm blowin' dick," she then ducked down and swallowed the wolf pup to the root.

He let out a surprised yip, resting his hands on the back of the vixen's head. His knees and thighs instinctively widened, giving her better access. His eyes went lidded when she began to suckle and swallow, his fingertips holding her gently in place.

"Get off him!"

The bark was so fierce the wolf pup practically went limp, startled so much he bucked.

The vixen gurgled on his puphood, pulling up and covering her mouth. She sat on the couch and leaned forward, holding her muzzle shut as she shuddered and lurched forward with nauseated mutterings. A few tears trickled from her eyes, the left one twitching.

Kailey went to her, resting a hand on her back. "You okay?" She questioned with concern.

Brittany loosed one hand to wave in dismissal, the other still held against her lips. She moved away just enough to let out, "I'm fine," amidst a queasy warble. After several more seconds, she sat back and took big gulps of air, calming down.

The room was quiet for a while longer. The TV still played, muted. Kailey rubbed her hand up and down Brittany's back, while Justin and Ashly looked downcast and guilty.

In that moment, the door meekly opened.

"Hey guys," the skunkette greeted casually as the two kittens slipped into the room.

"Hey," Alexis said, also a little subdued, as she looked behind to her sister, shuffling in after her.

"What's wrong, Laur?" Brittany asked, noticing the kitten's stilted manner of walking.

"Uhmm..." She froze, her knees pinched together and looking shocked, like she was surprised the vixen had noticed her at all.

"We," her sister jumped in, "We were practicing our routine last night, and she tweaked her ankle," the black kitten explained, holding out her arm for her sister to supper herself on.

"Aww, you poor thing," the vixen cooed.

Alexis walked with her sister toward the bend of the sectional, where there was room for them to sit.

"Need help up?" Ashly asked to the hobbling kitten, and aided her onto the couch by pulling her up at the armpits. When Lauren was situated, she straightened out the girl's dress so that it was over her knees.

Alexis remained standing, looking at the vixen, wolf, and skunkette.

"You okay, Lexi?" Kailey asked with a tilt of concern to her head.

"Huh?-Yeah," the kitten replied, and pulled off her shirt, followed by her shorts.

Justin noted that Alexis was wearing the same underwear her sister had worn yesterday, while he was rinsing off. He was caught looking, and the kitten closed her legs a little.

"So..." Kailey spoke up. "What's on the menu for today?"

Justin let out a breath. "I'm... Kinda tired, still," he mumbled.

"Me, too," Lauren agreed, carefully shifting so that she reclined more comfortably against the couch, and even a bit against Ashly.

The rabbit's demeanor softened, and she slipped her arm to rest round the kitten.

"We could..." The vixen thought. "We could go down to the jacuzzi."

"We don't have bathing suits," Ashly remarked.

Brittany let out a snort. "You're funny," she replied.

"I don't really... feel like walking down there," Lauren mumbled.

Kailey shrugged. "We can stay up here and just watch TV," she said.

"Well, if you guys wanna go you can." The kitten clarified. "it's just... not fun going up and down the stairs."

"We'll just watch TV," the vixen said with a shrug. "Loafing around like old times is nice."

"Like old times," Alexis said, reaching for the remote. "'Cept in our undies," she added, unmuting the TV. Then, she looked at Justin. "An' nakie," she amended just before the sound kicked in.

The cartoon they were currently in the middle of was a re-run. It served as little more than white noise while the group stole glances at one another and tried to gauge the atmosphere of the room.

Ashly kept her eye on Brittany under the guise of watching the TV, poised to snap at any advances she tried to make on Justin. Meanwhile, snuggling with Lauren was a nice and calming activity. She rubbed the kitten's arm and side, drawing forth an even purr that she could feel vibrating against her naked side.

Kailey occasionally glanced at Lauren, but was actually glancing at her friend. While she did feel bad for the kitten's injury, she was also wary of the rabbit's attitude. She hadn't gotten a chance to really talk, and was stifling her feelings of urgency to do so. When Brittany snuck an arm around her, she leaned into the snuggle. The vixen's fingertips snuck into the waistline of her underwear, cupping the curve of her rump.

Brittany occasionally focused on Justin out of the corner of her eye. Each time he was clearly and blatantly looking at the TV, and yet his puphood was at least halfway erect, peeking out of his sheath. Eventually, the throbbing, red pecker made its way out.

Once it snuck free of its fuzzy pouch, the vixen noted that Lauren was looking at it. The kitten would shift every now and again, which Brittany interpreted as the agitation between her legs. During a commercial break, she stood up and stretched, drawing the eyes of the room.

She approached the kitten and the rabbit. "C'mere," she said, reaching for Lauren.

The kitten reluctantly let the rabbit go as she was raised into the air by her armpits. "Where are we going?" She asked in a sleepy voice.

She carried the kitten toward the wolf. "I just thought you might wanna sit on a lap, is all," she said, leaning over.

Lauren glanced back and down at the wolf.

Justin saw her glance back for a fraction of a second, before she suddenly burst to life.

Fur in the room fluffed up with alarm as Lauren squealed like she was about to get hit. She thrashed about, and felt another pair of hands on her. There were voices, but she didn't hear them; she lifted her arms up and slipped free of her dress. She quickly sprinted from her knees toward the door, the inside of her wrist scraping along the edge as she allowed barely enough room to squeeze through the rift.

Brittany fumbled back as she was pushed aside, landing with a hard, hollow thump upon the ottoman, scooting it back a little. The gray blur that had knocked her over was already out the door by the time the rabbit stood up.

"Hey, where are you g--" She started to shout, but faltered as she saw Kailey dash after, and heard Brittany groan.

Kailey followed Justin out into the hall, where she dashed toward the stairs. But at a quick glance, she didn't see any evidence that Lauren had dashed out that way, so she went toward the bathroom, where Justin had gone. He was at the door while she made her way down the hall.

"Laur," he said, softly, "C'mon what's--"

When she was near he started to enter, but then she heard a whimpering protest from within the bathroom, and he retreated his motions. She was given a worried glance, and he stepped aside. She peeked in.

Lauren was in the tub, peeking out from behind the curtain.

"What's goin' on, kitty?" The skunkette cooed, hunching over and waddling into the bathroom. She was slow to do so, pausing when Lauren twitched or the shower curtain crinkled. When she reached the rug, she got down on her knees and shuffled toward the tub, managing to get close enough to whisper.

Justin's ears perked, trying to listen. He watched as the girls whispered, Kailey kissed Lauren's hand, cooing. She glanced back at him after doing so. Then, the skunkette nodded, and started to back up. With her tail raised, Justin saw a bit of a show as she crawled backwards, the loaned boxer-briefs she wore wrinkling across her rump-line in the light with each motion, until the shadow of her bobbing tail obscured that detail.

Despite his concern for the kitten, his hormones reinvigorated his puphood, and flashed a brief fantasy in his mind.

She was naked, the white diamond framing her cutie to help him follow it as she backed up.

He was kneeling, pecker pointed straight at her.

As she backed up further, he slipped right in. She cooed, pleasantly startled, and looked back at him. She winked, and continued backing up, slowly penetrating herself all the way until her lips kissed his knot.

Just a few inches in front of the door, she straightened up on her knees, and glanced back as she grabbed onto the counter to support her standing. When she was up, she turned about, and waved her hands in front of him. She gave him an admonishing inclination of her head when he flinched, and she glanced down at his puphood.

He bit his lip as she stared at his erection for a few seconds, and then back up to his eyes. He held her gaze as she moved, and heard the rustling of fabric against fur, and her posture bobbed to the side. He glanced down, to see her balancing on one foot, pulling her raised leg out of the boxer-briefs.

She lifted her other foot, bracing against the frame of the door, and pulled the underwear off. She then got back down on her knees at his feet, and stretched the waistband of the underwear out.

He stared down at her, and his puphood swelled briefly when she looked up at him from behind it, moving a bit to the side. His ankle was tapped by her knuckle, and he lifted his foot. Slipping it into the leg-hole, he lifted the other, and she guided it in. As his other foot settled back on the tile, she rose up, pulling the underwear up his legs and thighs.

She worked the waistband up, pulling it out a bit in the front to ease it over his genitals. She reached behind, finding his tail, and secured it within the hole, the Velcro crackling as she pressed the small flaps together. Then she brought her nose level with the lump within the underwear. She slipped her hand into the waistband, and made sure that it was comfortably settled within. Just before she stood up, she couldn't help giving it a quick peck, choosing to settle her lips upon one of nuts, just like Brittany had.

"She wants to talk," the skunkette said, slipping around the wolf and pressing her hands to his back, lightly nudging him forward.

Justin stepped into the bathroom slowly, and a bit awkwardly. The kitten had stopped actively hiding behind the shower-curtains, now only passively sitting in the tub with them next to her. As he got nearer, just like his friend, he got to his hands and knees, crawling the last foot to the tub. "Hey," he said, his knees against the cold tub.

She let out a soft mew.

"You okay?" He asked in a soft tone, his hand reaching out. He paused, giving her a chance to react. When she didn't, his hand settled on her head, scritching between her ears. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were scared of my dick or something," he said, adding a few strategic chuckles.

She shook her head. "No," she mumbled, feeling guilty for lying. "I... I just... didn't want Ashy to get mad at me," she explained, feeling less guilty for following with a truth.

Justin's hand swept round her right ear to scritch her neck. "No one's gonna get mad at you," he told her, his tone playful and dismissive of her worries.

"What's going on?" Came a voice, and the wolf looked back to see the rabbit.

"Just... talking," the wolf replied back.

The kitten heard the held terseness in his words.

"Why're you wearing Kailey's undies?" The question was genuine.

"Is it really that important right now?" The wolf questioned back.

The kitten let out a mew as she receded behind the curtains again. Justin noticed her behavior.

"Look, I just got her to relax and now you've got her all nervous again," he accused.

The rabbit glared. "Well excuse me. Guess I'll fuck off,then, since I'm the bad guy."

"Ash," the skunkette muttered, following the rabbit back down the hall.

Lauren heard Justin's irritated exhale, and his muzzle dipped for a moment. She tensed when he suddenly lifted his nose to look to her again.

"See? She's already mad at me," he muttered, leaning over the side of the tub. His elbow slipped from the odd angle, and he grunted. He sat back on his heels with the motion, straightening up. "Hm... You want me to ask Lexi to hide out here with you for a while?"

Lauren thought for a few moments. She bit her lip, for she didn't want to stay in the bathroom at all. It was uncomfortable to do anything but lie down, and lying down in the tub was definitely not as comfortable as the couch. But, at the same time, she didn't want to be in a room full of yelling.

"Why don't I carry you back?" The wolf offered, breaking her deep consideration of his question. "If it's too much in the den, Kailey can take you right back. Okay?"

After a moment, she nodded. She pushed the curtain aside as he stood up, his knees and ankles popping as he groaned from having knelt on them for that little while.

After shaking his legs and feet, he stepped into the tub. "One," he counted, holding onto the kitten's sides as she held onto his biceps; "two, three," he grunted the last count as he lifted.

She felt guilty, acting as dead weight. But, she had to keep up the guise of it being her ankle that made her so uncomfortable. She was worried someone would have questioned her dashing out of the room, but no one seemed to notice.

Her bare chest and stomach pressed against him, the elastic band of his borrowed-back boxer-briefs rubbing against her thighs. She let out a squeak when his right arm rested up underneath her panty-clad rump, butting against her sore vulva.

He let out a pained whimper, "I tried not to hurt your ankle," he apologized.

"I'm okay," she said, leaning her cheek on his shoulder. "It... was me; I just moved it wrong."

"Okay. Holding tight?" He asked.

She squeezed him. It was also a little apologetic, for she felt bad at being scared of his dick--exactly as he had joked. It wasn't even just because she was sore. She felt the same way at Justin that she had felt in that moment when her fake-cousin pushed in for a third time, several minutes after having cum inside her stinging cutie twice.

It wasn't Justin's fault. He hadn't done anything to her. His dick had even been inside of her, and he had been gentle and it felt good. But the thought of it going in, even besides the dread that it would burn and sting, just reminded her of her cousin's face as he licked her cheeks and forced his tongue into her muzzle, while his tip forced its way through her suction-cup.

"Do you want me to take you back to the tub?" He asked.

She gasped, and lifted her cheek off of him. She realized that she was holding him so tight his voice was straining. She loosened her hold, and he exhaled with relief.

Voices came from the den, behind the shut door.

"What's going on?" Lauren asked, hearing the slightly raised voice coming from in the room.

"I dunno," the wolf admitted. "Let's um... Let's go back to the bathroom a--"

The door whipped open.

"Ash, c'mon," Alexis called, "please don't go."

"Wher're you going?" The wolf questioned, genuinely.

The rabbit, fully dressed and carrying her bag, shut the door behind her. "You weren't listening, were you?" She said, sourly.

"I... Don't know what you mean?" The wolf replied.

She crossed her arms. "I already told you I'm fucking off cuz I'm the bad guy and no one wants me around right now."

He gritted his teeth. "Look, I'm sorry I upset you," he said, "it's just that Lauren--"

"I already know," the rabbit interrupted. "And if I just fuck off, no one has to worry about 'oh if I look over there will that piss Ashy off?'" The rabbit said, in a mocking voice. "So, whatever, I'm leaving and then they can all fuck you." She looked down, and then stepped up to the wolf.

He flinched when he felt her hand press against his loins.

"Well, you're pretty happy about it," she remarked, feeling how hard he was.

"Actually, I'm not," he retorted.

"You're hard as a rock," she said, dismissively.

"That's no--"

"Give Brittany a good fuck," the rabbit said, turning and walking toward the stairs. "Make sure you tie with her and tell her how pretty she is."

Lauren closed her eyes and trembled when she heard the wolf growling.

"I'm not doing any of that!" He shouted.

The door to the den creaked open.

"You don't get to fuck me again until you do," she replied back, decisively; and then added, in a mumble that was obviously clear enough for him to hear: "But I bet that'll feel so good you won't ever want to fuck me again, anyway."

"Fuck you!" The wolf snapped back.

She stopped at the front door. "We just went over that. But I don't have time to do it again; I have chores to do, and shit like that. Bye."

Justin heard the kitten in his arms whimpering, and the house shook as the door slammed shut. He waited another moment for the lock the be set, and the rabbit was finally on her way.

Heart pounding and blood boiling, he flinched when he felt the hand on his shoulder.

Kailey had a strained, tense expression on her face. "I'll... take her," she offered, gesturing to Lauren.

Lauren was holding back sobs as she was handed off to the skunkette. She clung to Kailey, carried over to the couch. When she sat with the skunkette, her muzzle was brought to a bare nipple. The kitten latched on, desperately suckling for comfort.

The wolf entered the room, dragging his feet and holding onto the doorknob as he left the door ajar behind him.

"I'm sorry," came a meek voice.

The wolf's ears flattened and he looked up, spotting the black kitten. "For what?"

Alexis looked down, covering her groin with folded hands. "I dunno..," she mumbled, shifting to sit cross-legged; and then, when that didn't feel comfortable, leaning sideways; and then, when that didn't feel comfortable, sitting back upright with her hands folded in her lap, where she started.

"I... tried not to agitate her," the vixen spoke up. "But... I mean..." She raised her hands up in a presentation gesture. "I exist," she said, in a half-bitter, half-candid tone. Her hands dropped back into her lap.

Amidst the quiet, Lauren's suckles were audible. Kailey shushed the kitten, cooing and petting her to try and soothe her. She managed to coax the suckling feline to detach just long enough to latch onto the other nipple, giving her first a break.

Justin's knee bent, and he stumbled forward.

"You okay?" The vixen asked, making to stand, but paused halfway.

He let out a sigh. "Would you guys... be mad at me... if I just went home?" He asked.

Kailey and Brittany exchanged glances at the inflection of defeat and exhaustion in his voice.

"No one's mad at anyone, here," the skunkette replied, sitting up as Brittany leaned over and retrieved the boy's clothes. They were tossed over, the shirt wrapping around his shins and falling at his feet.

He looked down. "Nice throw," he said, dead-panned and wearily.

The vixen smiled. "Hm, thanks," she said, leaning back.

"Mm..." Kailey started to murmur, as if she was going to speak, but when Justin looked to her, she just looked down to the suckling kitten at her latent breast; she pretended like the noise was a reaction to that.

The wolf pup dressed quietly, and walked to the door.

"Bye," Alexis bid.

He paused, and glanced back. "Later, Lexi," he mumbled, and stepped out the door.

The girls waited in silence for several minutes.

Alexis finally relaxed, hugging her knees and curling up into a ball.

Lauren's suckles began to slow, as if the lack of presence between the wolf and doe was what caused her fit of anxiety entirely. She slowed until she just had her lips resting over the skunkette's nipple, tugging on it with a suckle every few moments.

Kailey looked to the vixen with a worried expression.

"I know." Brittany leaned over, plucking up the wolf pup's briefs. "I bet he wouldn't mind if you wore these. Or, I can sneak home and get some of my undies if you want."

The skunkette blushed at the proposition of wearing the briefs. She gasped when the kitten finally detached from her nipple. Distracted from the vixen, she looked down. "How you feelin'?" She asked.

"Did I... make Ashy mad?" The kitten asked.

"No way," the vixen said, leaning over and kissing the top of the kitten's head. "That was me. I guess I talked too much, or something."

The kitten peeked around the skunkette to her sister. "Lexi?" She started to wiggle in the skunkette's arms.

Kailey let the kitten go, and watched as Lauren crawled along the couch toward her sister.

Quietly, they snuggled together, Alexis offering her own nipple for her sister to continue suckling, and then nibbling on her sister's ear in return.

"Well, my mood got shot," the vixen said, looking at her lover. "Guess yours did, too?"

Kailey stood up, and shimmied the briefs up her legs. "I was pretty much expecting something like that to happen." She replied.

Brittany glanced over at the twins, wondering if she should ask the question that was on her mind at them. But, when she saw them whispering, she merely sat like a lady. "So... what do you know?" She asked to Kailey.

The skunkette blinked. "What do I know?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "You know any particular reason why Ash went up to eleven so fast today?" When the skunkette did not immediately reply, she went on. "I mean, I was expecting some tension, but holy cow not that much. You'd think he'd shoved a cactus up her cutie or something."

Over in their snuggle, one of the kittens mewed with nervousness.

The skunkette looked toward them. When she saw they were not too worked up, she looked back to Brittany. "Ash... did mention something. She--how did she put it?--She wants to have something special with Justin."

The vixen folded her arms. "...Okay. Like... any idea what she had in mind?"

"Well," the skunkette adjusted to face her friend. "I think what she means is, she wants something between him and her that... you, me, and the twins, can't have."

"Okay." The vixen nodded. "So, we stop fucking him."

Kailey bit her lip. "I think it's... More than that. Cuz, like, we already fuck him, you know? So that's not something that's only between them. Like, it used to be that only she and Justin tied... but, then, for some reason..." The skunkette looked downward.

"He tied with you, huh?" The vixen deduced.

Kailey closed her eyes. "She even told him to."

"So by 'something special between them that none of us have,' what she really means is: 'something that Brittany's not allowed to do because I'm super jealous of her.'"

The skunkette opened her lips with concern. "That's not how I meant it to come--"

The vixen chuckled. "I know how Ashly thinks." The vixen interrupted. "Honestly... I get it," Brittany leaned back, propping her feet on the ottoman. "I tried to... make it clear that I don't love him. I just like his dick, really. But... either she's got it in her head that I'm lying and trying to steal him, or that she's terrified he'll fall in love with me anyway, or something like that."

The skunkette was momentarily distracted by the kittens' whisperings--something about if a cream was helping. She assumed it had to do with Lauren's ankle.

"I bet you she's really mad because I fucked him first," the vixen continued. "I didn't really want to talk about it, but... I mean, losing your virginity is a big deal, I guess, and I kinda took his." She took in a deep sigh. "Honestly, I kinda wish I had just gotten them to fuck together first, then maybe that would be special enough."

Kailey lied down on the couch with her lover. "I kinda wish they were still here. We could talk to them. Maybe figure it out and come together on what it is."

The vixen fought to chuckle at the phrasing of her lover's thinking. "Honestly," she said, wrapping her arm around the skunkette. "It's just me. I think if I wasn't here to be all pretty and sexy--and honestly I've been trying to tone that down for a bit--she'd feel more secure."

"Well... You can't just stop hanging out with us," Kailey remarked.

"I won't if you'd miss me," she giggled, hugging her skunky. "But, as long as I'm here... She probably won't want to talk. Heck, you heard her; she's trying to get him to go against the things she wants to be special."

"You mean the comment about him tying with you?"

"Yeah." The vixen replied, looking over to the kittens, watching Lauren suckle her sister's little pink buds. "...Something special that only they can share..." She thought aloud.

Kailey yawned, and rested against her lover's bosom. She listened to the vixen's heart. The even tempo was soothing, helping her to relax. The hand that stroked along her back was likewise, and now and again a particular stroke would send a puff through her fur, and made her tail stand on end.

"...Kay?"

"Hm...?" The sunkette mumbled, feeling sleepy.

"Kay, wake up!"

"Wha?" Kailey's head sprung up with a start, her cheek feeling cold as snuggly warmth was sapped away. Behind her, the kittens startled as well.

"What's wrong, Brit?" Alexis questioned.

"Guys, I figured it out," the vixen announced, making to sit upright.

"Figure what out?" The white kitten asked.

Brittany stood, turning toward them. "Those two need something special between them, right?"

The girls exchanged glances, nodding.

"But, they're a little angry at each other, and probably don't want to talk. So... We're going to help them out. We're going to give them something very special... and help them appreciate each other even more than ever before, both at the same time."

The twins' ears perked up. "How are we going to do that?" They asked, together.

"I'm glad you asked," the vixen said with a smile, "you two will have the most important part of all..."

* * *

"Hello?" Asked a tired, bored voice.

"Ashy." Replied the little tone on the other end of the line.

"Lexi?" The rabbit guessed.

"Laur," the kitten replied.

"Mmh," she replied, acknowledging the correction. "What's... up? I just got done with dinner and was just gonna... go to sleep."

"Are you..." There came a rustle that garbled the voice.

"You're breaking up, what?" The rabbit spoke.

There was a second of quiet. "Will we... see you tomorrow?"

Ashly took in a slow breath. "I really don't... know..."

The kitten let out a sad mew.

"I just... need some time to--"

"Lexi and I want to hang out, but uhm..." The kitten paused, when she realized she had interrupted the rabbit. Then, she continued. "Um... It sounds like no one else is gonna be there." She finished.

"Why not?" The rabbit asked, a bit dully. She was expecting the answer to be because of her outburst.

"Kailey has to help her mom haul stuff, Justy is... uhm..."

There was a pause.

"Um... grounded cuz he broke something at home, and Britty is going with her mom to a spa-thingamajig-or-whatever tomorrow."

The rabbit's ears swiveled back. "...All right," she acquiesced. "We can hang out tomorrow." She smiled. "I'll even bring some makeup and, we can make each other look pretty."

The kitten on the other end giggled. "Okay."

"Okay, well I'm gonn--"

"Oh, um... can you... come kinda early?" The kitten asked.

"Like, how early?"

"Um... Like... before eight?" The kitten requested. "Um, mom might try to rope Lexi into doing some chores, cuz of my leg, and... y'know... Kinda wanna push that off if we can."

The rabbit chuckled. "Sure, I'll come early," she said. "It'll get me out of doing some chores, too," she added with a mischievous-sounding tone. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

Before she hung up, Ashly heard what sounded like an exhale of relief.