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The hallway was a bit darker than usual. Justin stood outside the door to the upstairs den. Only a pair of gray briefs with a blue trim made him somewhat decent. He gazed at the doorknob for a moment, before grasping it and twisting his wrist. The door opened smoothly to the room beyond.

There was hardly any lighting. The only real visible light came from the glow of the TV to his right. The light illuminated the sectional, upon which only one girl lounged.

He walked into the room toward the couch, catching the kitten's eye. She smiled, watching his approach, until he stood directly in front of her. She held a controller in her hands, but as he gazed down at her, the triangle at the front of his briefs at her face-level, she grinned and tossed the controller aside. It went into the darkness without a sound.

"Hi," Alexis greeted, leaning back and spreading her knees.

He watched as her movement shifted the sun-dress she wore. She was caught in sharp light and shadow, especially with him blocking the light. He knelt down in front of her, and lifted up the dress.

Her bare sex and mound were revealed to his eyes. She reclined a bit further, and took hold of the hem of her sun-dress to free his hands. He rested them upon her thighs, and gazed at her pretty nethers in the teasingly dim glow.

When he looked up at her smiling face, he could not really recall just how long he had spent staring.

"It's okay." She told him. "I love it when you look at my nakey privies." She giggled. "And I especially love when you nuzzle'n'kiss me there."

He heeded her hinting, turning his cheek to her and resting upon her mound. He closed his eyes, a growl of pleasure rumbling in his throat. She felt so warm and slightly damp to his cheek; her excitement drifted into his nostrils as the most pleasant of erotic perfumes. He licked the join of her thigh and pelvis, before receding and planting a firm kiss upon her clitoris, just how she wanted. He was rewarded with an adorable mew and a squirming that made his cheeks burn with pride.

When he released her nub, she panted with satisfaction. He tugged at her sun-dress, and she wearily adjusted her body to help him pull it off of her.

"I love when you make me nakey." She told him.

"I love seeing you nakey." He replied, staring down as she adjusted herself to present her nudity. Her immature, flat chest was pushed out, while her knees lifted a bit to help show off her lower regions. He chuckled, rubbing her knees as he stood. "Don't you want to make me nakey?"

He felt a stirring in his loins as her slitted pupils widened and flitted directly to his crotch. She began to purr, and leaned forward. He hooked his hands at the small of his back as she grasped the waistband of his briefs, and tugged it outward and down, uncovering his sheath.

His penis began growing before her eyes, drawing first a gasp from her before an adorable squeal of pride.

"Did it grow cuz of me?"

He nodded. "I'm getting really happy thinking about being nakey with you."

She tugged his underwear so that it fell down to his ankles and reached for his exposed boyhood. She used her left hand to hold his testicles, while her right gently pointed the tip toward her so she could lean forward and kiss it. "Izzit all stiff'n'big cuz you know my little cutie wants to snuggle with you?"

Her words made him involuntarily throb within her grasp, drawing a curious coo from her throat that made his knees quiver. He asked with a lustful but quiet rumble to his pre-teen voice, "You wanna snuggle with me?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded, letting him go with both hands to clutch his hips and pull him forward. She nuzzled against the underside of his length. "I wanna snuggle with you deep inside. Maybe you'll even wanna reach my suction-cup? And maybe you'll fill my tummy with your warm gooey stuff a few times?"

He groaned with an overwhelming rush of arousal as her words pushed all the right buttons. He gently secured her to his length by the back of her head, and firmly held her, sandwiching himself between her cheek and his stomach. He twitched and throbbed, as if he was experiencing an orgasm, but without the paralyzing pleasure and ejaculating.

She giggled as he finally calmed down. "I guess you really wanna, huh?"

"Y--yeah," he admitted. "Lie down," he instructed.

Giggling, she toppled over onto her side. She squirmed and wriggled with anticipation as he laid down beside her, his body quivering with excitement. She hugged him, pressing her tummy against his, and ground her pubic mound against the length of his puphood.

He shimmied down, her actions driving him wild with lust. She was so horny, so hungry for what he had. His spine quivered at the thought he might not be able to slake her yearning; and he liked the idea.

Though her squirming almost seemed to keep him from getting inside despite her whimpers, he managed to point his way to her treasure, and his tapered tip began to slip in. They vocalized their pleasure to one another, feeding off the reaction to amplify it that much more.

In short time, he was in as deep as he could naturally go. They trembled as he rested, breathing heavily. Sinking into her depths was like easing into a warm bath; her heat was radiant and soothing to every inch, and her nectar was ticklish and pleasantly trickled from her spread cunny-lips. She was so wonderfully snug; just relaxed enough to let him in, but once settled she naturally tightened about his girth in the most sensual kind of hug.

She breathed huskily as he paused his intrusion, her cheeks burning as she felt his warm shaft fill her little channel. Her throat emitted growls of satisfaction as just the presence of him inside her began to soothe the pangs of her desires. She nuzzled against his chest, listening to his heart beat against her temple, and feeling it almost at the same moment deep within her tummy.

He threaded his left arm beneath her weight, to hold her steady a bit as he began to gently hump her. He grunted, her passage squeezing him as he tried to recede, as if pleading for him not to go. He wanted this activity to last a little while, and so he went at a slow pace, his motions calm and churning as his tip stroked and agitated her supple walls.

Their lovemaking drew the most sensual noises; from the squelches within her tummy as he displaced her nectar, to her adorable whimpers and moans as he grazed particularly sensitive spots of her twitching, quivering passage.

"I love fuckin' your little cutie," he growled lustfully into her ear, hugging her as he began to slowly pick up his pace. She trembled in his arms, letting out a prolonged noise between a whimper and a moan.

She found the muscles in her legs, and managed to consciously wrap them about his waist, which gave him better vantage into her depths. "I lov'et when you fhug me deeeehp," she slurred, drunk with pleasure.

He understood her hint clearly, and used his other arm to hold her about the waist. Pulling her forward and toward his momentum, he began to broaden the churning motion as he became more deliberate with his thrusts. He focused on getting his tip as far into her as he could, and over a short time he felt her intimate lips kissing further and further down his base, centimeter by centimeter.

At last, with just half an inch left to go, he pulled out and took a deep breath. Without much warning to her, he thrust into her passage, driving into her until her lips touched his downy groin-fur, and his tip probed her cervix.

She erupted.

She kneaded his length so pleasantly, and treated his ears to a wonderful song of her pleasure. Her voice fluctuated as her body spasmed and squirmed. He was content to hold her in a tight hug, hilted within her slippery depths as she convulsed with pleasure. He stroked the back of her head as she began to calm, her breath heavy and her legs and channel still twitching.

He began to gently thrust again, exciting his own pleasure. Her cutie had certainly drenched him; he could feel the thick fluid trickle onto his already dampened groin-fur.

He groaned as his tip probed her cervix. Each time, her body spasmed. Now and again, she mewed and whimpered. "Want me to cum right in there?" He asked.

"Mmm-hhh!" She gasped as he pressed her suction-cup for a few seconds. "Mm-hmm," she finished, squeezing him and sighing almost dreamily. "Ahn' cann'ah I feel yer knaht?" She asked with a slur.

He shivered. "You want me to try?" He asked. "I dunno if it'll fit..."

"Mmm'I don' ca'hre." She moaned. "Feels s'good..."

"Okay," he huffed, feeling said knot swell. "I'll try."

"Hurry," she begged, squeezing him weakly with her arms. "I f--eel close..."

He began to thrust more urgently, directing his tip to graze her walls in a way that made his legs lose feeling with each thrust. "S--squeeze me a bit." He felt her arms try harder. "N-no, I mean, your c-cutie."

She whimpered with effort as she tried to clench the muscle.

"Oh yeah... that's it..." The tell-tale trembles began to rumble through his length, his cheeks burned and his breathing hastened.

"C'mon," she said with a desperate fervor. "Right into my tumm-meee-ee-eee!"

He grunted as his knot forcibly jammed itself into her cleft. As soon as it audibly popped in, their intimate coupling space constricted to almost nothing. She reflexively clamped down upon him with all of her passage, such that he was tugged gently as she writhed in orgasm.

His tip wedged into her cervix, a quarter-inch poking directly into her womb. As her climax crashed about his girth, the tight ring rapidly clenched and relaxed about the sensitive flesh.

His semen was sent straight into her underdeveloped temple in short, strained spurts. He distinctly felt it streaming through his urethra before her cervix cut off the flow; it then almost painfully swelled all up his length until she relaxed. Each spurt sent such wonderful relief to him, and he could feel satisfied knowing it went right where she wanted it to go.

"Nnnngh... Sexy-Lexy... Hhn--!?"

Justin sat upright. Roused by his own voice, he awoke trembling all over. He felt weak, like he had just run a hundred miles, and then did a hundred push-ups, sit-ups, and chin-ups. He was in a sweat, and his crotch felt really sticky. Not to mention the smell of his musk was potent, especially as he lifted the covers.

He clumsily reached down into his sleeping shorts, beneath his briefs. His fingertips touched and smeared the slippery and thick cream of his ejaculate a bit more into the matted fur below his navel.

He laid back, hand now reaching to cup his flaccid puphood as it just peeked out of its sheath; a bead of semen still welled at his tip. His body went limp with fatigue, and he quickly fell back into a deep, exhausted sleep.

* * *

The wolf pup stood at the door to his room, surveying inside. He looked down to his backpack, and peered inside. He pulled out the assignment book he had used to jot down his homework, making sure he had the necessary materials. He did not want to have to come back for anything.

Satisfied, he prepared to hoist his backpack onto his shoulders. He had noticed that the older he got, the heavier his backpack got. Like every year to his grade was another six pounds. When one shoulder was on, it was so heavy it practically tilted him backwards. He corrected the balance and managed to slip his other arm through, and tightened the straps to clasp it snugly to his back.

He made his way to the front door, passing the kitchen. His mom stood at the sink, washing the dishes from breakfast. "I'm heading over to The Colonel's," he bid.

His mom glanced back. "Okay, hun. Have fu--wait a minute," she beckoned.

He had started to walk, but in the middle of his recent step made it slowly and deliberately fall. His hackles raised; her tone meant she had spotted something, and a swell of panic began to bubble in his gut.

"Y--yeah?" He questioned, turning as she came about the corner.

"You're not really going over there in your P.J.'s are you?"

He looked himself over. He was wearing a blue shirt that was a bit big on him, and a pair of snug-fitting black polyester shorts that ended an inch or two above his knees. It was essentially what he wore for gym, albeit much more informal.

"These aren't jammies," he retorted. "They're just day-clothes. 'Sides, it's still hot out and my friends aren't gonna care."

His mom crossed her arms. "Well I care. I'd prefer if you wore something more decent."

He gave her a big sigh and dropped his backpack right there. "Fine." He grumbled, heading toward his bedroom.

He was a bit miffed. She was just being over-bearing like usual. But as he opened his closet to fish out something 'more decent,' he decided that it was probably best not to fight too much. He did not want to give her any reason to suspect he was wearing clothing that the girls wanted him to wear, solely because it made his bulge easier to see and feel, and they were easier to peel off.

He could not do anything about the shirt, but he switched to a generic gray shirt. He selected a pair of baggy cargo-shorts that he had already worn earlier that week, and out of spite put them on over what he already wore about his waist.

His sandals clapped loudly as he padded back into the halls. He made a point to stop in the threshold of the kitchen pathway and hold his arms out. "Better?"

She turned, glancing and giving him a half-smile. "Now have fun," she bid with a nod.

It was bright and sunny out. One of the neighbors was out mowing the lawn, the little mower's engine rumbling loud enough for him to hear even as he trotted up the street. He waited for a car to head out through the gate before he crossed the street. Up the inclined driveway and down the corner-turn sidewalk, he arrived at the front door. Using his key, he let himself in.

"Hi, Justin." Greeted five other voices right away, though they were subdued and preoccupied.

"Hey," he returned the greeting, heading toward them in the room just to the right of the entrance.

The Colonel's dining room had little need for its intended purpose. Rarely did the Colonel eat outside of his room, especially alone. But it had space for six busy students with annoying homework. Sunday morning was often when they did the bulk of their weekend-homework, if they had any. Often, it was fairly quiet, save for if someone had a question or needed help from the group.

A lot of the time, the three older girls could help each other fairly well, especially since they were so close in grade. If that failed, Justin was usually the one to help out, which he liked doing. He was not necessarily the smartest, but he loved the challenge of answering their tougher queries.

The same was sort of true for the twins, although they all had to refrain from going to far to answer questions. The twins were crafty, and almost made a game out of trying to trick everyone into doing their homework for them. But for all their shenanigans, they were actually capable of doing things above their grade-level, through listening to the older childrens' discussions.

Alexis could multiply and divide many double-digit numbers, and knew some simple laws about matter, physics and chemistry. Lauren could critically analyze stories of a higher reading level, and she had memorized more than a dozen of the states and their capitals.

Thankfully, it was only the first few days of school, and so the weekend homework was not much--mostly reading, and a few section-end questions. They had all developed a similar system: read the questions at the end, write them down, and answer them when the book came across it. That way they did not have to keep flip-flopping the pages back and forth.

Justin, on the other hand, actually had a few worksheets, designed as "review." By that, the teachers meant that he needed to demonstrate he had actually learned something in elementary school to see how smart or stupid he was. At least, that is how he understood it.

Busily they worked, rushing through as quickly as they could, like robots performing their instructed duties. The twins set their pencils down and yawned, declaring they were done and that they would be upstairs waiting.

"Okay, but remember," Kailey said with a tone of implication, her eyebrow squinting at them. They giggled, nodding, and dashed up the stairs, tripping one another in their typical competitive nature.

As the minutes ticked on, the other girls began to finish their work. But they, feeling more mature and patient, waited at the table for everyone to finish. All the while, the twins made sure to thump and thud upstairs every now and again, probably jumping up and down on the couch or wrestling or who-knows-what; besides that.

At last, Brittany set her pencil down and huffed, the last girl to finish.

Ashly, sitting next to Justin, sensed the wolf pause. He glanced up, and then began feverishly writing. She rested her hand upon his thigh, silently telling him not to rush it. The twitching pencil in his fingers calmed, but he did skip one or two problems that looked tough.

"I'll do them later," he stated, when Kailey gave him a glance of admonishment.

Fifteen-or-so minutes later, he flipped his last worksheet over with a bellow of relief. The girls roused as they saw him putting his things away, giggling and exchanging glances with one another.

"Okay," he said with an inflection of understanding. He zipped up his backpack. "Let's go."

"I haven't heard the L's make any noise for a while," Brittany mentioned as they made their way up the stairs.

Ashly, in the lead, opened up the door. "Knock-knock," she hailed.

As they filtered in, they came to understand why the vixen's comment was relevant. The kittens were snuggled, black on top of white, on one side of the sectional. Their eyes were closed, and their throats uttered slumbering purrs in the subdued silence.

Kailey, grinning mischievously, put a finger to her lips. She crept over to the cuddling kittens. The top one had her knees straddled over the bottom, and the bottom had her legs parted and the sun-dress slack over her groin. The skunkette knelt beside the kittens, and fixed her right hand in a particular way such that her thumb, and middle and index fingers, formed a rough V-shape. She brought her fingers between their legs, and adjusted the position of her fingers to line up just right.

Then she made contact.

"Wake up, little cuties," she cooed, rubbing their privates through their clothes.

Alexis, who wore form-fitting cotton shorts, began to giggle and moan.

Lauren, whose sun-dress provided little buffer, squirmed and mewed as the skunkette's thumb pressed and massaged over her clitoris.

The kittens fumbled about to sit upright while Brittany and Ashly tended the the pup.

Brittany pressed herself against his back as she hugged him, her hands rubbing up and down his front and belly for a moment before she pinched the lip of his shirt.

Ashly got to her knees and began working at his waist, unbuttoning and unzipping the cargo-shorts. She shimmied them down, and giggled. "Why do you have more clothes on 'neath?" She asked.

"Cuz," he grumbled, lifting his arms to give Brittany the opportunity to bare his torso. "Mom made me change."

Ashly shook her head and began working the thin shorts down his thighs. She pressed her lips onto his crotch, still covered by his briefs, and sought to rouse his bulge. She tugged the shorts' legs off as he stepped one ankle at a time, and tossed them as far as she could.

Brittany was still gently rubbing him, and began licking his neck, eliciting shivers and heavy breathing from him. She chuckled seductively, and reached down to his groin, interrupting Ashly's focus. "Here," she said, pulling apart the fly of his briefs and fished his growing dick through the gap. She pointed it straight toward Ashly's face.

The rabbit exhaled with lust, as if overcome by an unquenchable urge, and opened her lips to take his girth.

The pup's breath caught as his length was swallowed at just the right pace. He felt his tip slide over the back of her tongue, until she had nearly three-quarters of him inside. It was warm and slippery with saliva. Just as he was getting used to the sensation, she began to moan, her throat vibrating his length.

Brittany supported him as he became weak at the knees. She licked his neck and cupped his chin, letting out a sensual, half-whispering moan.

He looked down, to see the rabbit with her eyes looking up at him, as if seeking praise. The vixen's hand, vibrant orange, slowly traced down his stomach and rested upon the bunny's scalp, tousling.

Ashly closed her eyes and suckled gently, her heart fluttering as she made her love shiver and express to their ears the pleasure she gave him. But just as she felt his cock quiver and surge in her throat, a possible sign of his impending release, she retreated. Along the way, she tenderly flexed her tongue to graze the underside of his warm, and drenched, puphood. As his tip popped from her lips and she leaned back on her rear and palms, she gasped and panted for air, putting on a bit of a show.

"Silly boy," Brittany teased, pulling his briefs down as she got to her knees, and tugged them off. "We're not even undressed yet; you don't wanna mess up all her clothes." She giggled as his tail began to wag, brushing her face.

"We won't be wearin' clothes very long," Alexis stated, sort of bouncing up and down on the couch, "Right Justy?"

Lauren giggled next to her, curling her knees to sit sideways.

Ashly got to her feet, her cheeks red and her face warm. "Did everyone remember?"

"We did!" The twins said in unison.

"Lexi took for-ev-ver to pick out hers."

"I did, too." Brittany replied. "I had a hard time picking out which I thought he might think is the sexiest."

Lauren suddenly became subdued. "...Oh... I didn't think of it that way..."

"It's okay, Laurie," Justin said, approaching her and tousling her scalp. "It's not like it's the only time I'll get to see your undies. Besides, you always look sexy to me."

"R--really?" The kitten asked.

He cupped her chin and bent over to kiss her on the lips.

"Why don't you go first?" He suggested, standing up and offering his hand. He watched as she pondered the thought, and then muttered an agreement before gripping his hand. As he helped her off the couch, she also somehow managed to gently hold onto his penis.

"You go, Laurie," Kailey cheered to boost the kitten's self-assurance.

Justin knelt before her and rested his hands on her shoulders. "You ready to show me?" He asked.

She giggled. "Uh-huh," she replied, her cheeks beginning to blush.

His fingertips went down her chest and tummy. "I really like when you guys wear skirts and dresses," he declared.

"Why's that?" Lexi questioned, though it was hard to tell if she was genuinely curious or feigning ignorance.

"I think I know why." Brittany said with confidence. "It's cuz it gives him easy access to our cuties." The other girls giggled. "The real question is: does he like us wearing undies under our skirts, or be naked?"

"Honestly..." He said, one hand tugging the hem of the kitten's dress outward, "I don't really know." He used the other hand to slip beneath her dress. He felt the fabric that covered her nethers, his fingertips rubbing gently.

She closed her eyes, parting her legs a bit more to give him better access, as Brittany put it.

Then, his hand went upward, brushing over her mound and using the motion to pull her dress up with his arm. But as his fingertips passed over her waist, he noticed that he did not find a waistband where he might expect one. "Hm?" He squinted an eye, and held her dress with his other hand, lifting it to peek underneath.

She looked to the side, and shifted on her feet with a bit of embarrassment.

He looked back at her, and chuckled. His cock throbbed as he lifted her dress up, revealing to the others what the kitten had chosen to wear.

Lauren had selected her favorite leotard. She and her sister had similar ones, that they had used for a competition that had come to town over the summer. It was primarily black, and had red and blue gently curving lines that went across her body diagonally, from her left hip to her right shoulder. The majority was made of silk, soft to his touch, and the lines were made of a kind of fuzzy felt that had a bit of a sheen depending on which way the grain was stroked.

"C'mere," he told her, rising up on his knees. He hugged her, and his posture allowed him to nestle his puphood between her legs, the top side against her covered vulva. He reached about, cupping her buttocks, and gently rocked his pelvis back and forth, grinding the silk between their genitals. "Mmm... that feels good." He said.

She rested her cheek against his shoulder. "Mmm-hmm," she hummed pleasantly.

"So why'd you pick your dance costume?" He asked, curiously.

"Um..." She bit her lower lip. "Well... when Lexi and I danced earlier... that was the first time I ever wore my leo without undies... an' it just felt really comfy." She held her breath as he pulled away just enough to angle his tip to prod her tender covered places.

"It feels comfy to me, too." He agreed, "But not as comfy as being deep in your little cutie."

She whimpered sweetly.

"Well," he rested back, ending the intimate embrace, "That looks really sexy. See? You didn't have to be so worried."

She smiled and held her tail, crossing it over her torso in the opposite direction as the lines.

"Okay, so who's undies do I see next?" He asked, patting his knees.

"Lexi?" Ashly suggested.

"Naaaaah," the kitten said, moving aside as her sister clambered up on the couch, in such a way that she spanked her sister's rump. Giggling at the reaction, she explained, "We usually do that. Just wanna change things up."

"Okay. I'll go next, then." Brittany offered, hopping up.

Justin stood up, and slipped his hands under her shirt as she approached.

She raised her arms up in a mock-stretch, blinking her eyes at him as his fingers sifted through her tummy-fur.

He took the opportunity to lift the shirt up, in an unceremonious way since he did not expect anything underneath. But as he pulled it off, he saw what looked like a bikini-top on her, but a bit different. "What's this?" He asked.

"It's my training bra," she said, pulling her shoulders back and holding her arms behind her back. "I got it a while ago, but I don't really wear it that often, yet..."

Curiously, Justin touched the light-blue tie-dye garment. The thin padding in front of her nipples was akin to a few layers of tissue in thickness. He slipped his finger into the elastic band beneath the left cup, and lifted it up. A pert pink nipple greeted him, and he briefly touched it.

"When I was younger I was kinda scared of wearing this stuff, but now I can't wait 'till I get boobies," she admitted. "You're gonna play with them, right?"

"If I'm allowed," he joked, glancing over at Ashly, who crossed her arms with a smirk. Letting the thought go, he knelt down again.

"Wait, just so you know," she said, "The downstairs doesn't really match the upstairs," she pointed to her bra, "but I tried."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm a guy," he stated, and worked at her capris. He closed his eyes as he pulled them down, to keep it a bit of a surprise until she was completely revealed. When he opened his eyes, his tail swished a bit.

Her panties were light blue, but had a dark-blue skirt-ruffle about them. The skirt-ruffle was about two inches long, and was reminiscent of a pair of swimsuit bottoms. But, when his fingers touched the cotton that covered her mound, he was reassured it was a pair of undies.

He lifted the skirt-ruffle up to expose the full triangle that covered her. He rubbed her mound, pressing firmly on the bony pubis, and had a bit of fun watching the fabric wrinkle and snag against his thumb. He stood up. With her help, his tip touched near the seam of the skirt-ruffle, gently lifting it up.

She pressed down on him, and used the skirt-ruffle to stroke him and tease his flesh.

When she let go, he finished by making himself twitch and lift the ruffle a few times, to the twins' giggling delight.

She stepped away, letting the skirt-ruffle caress and fall from his tip, before twirling to let it bellow up a bit. After her little display, she took her seat at the couch, and removed her training bra, tossing it at Kailey. "You next." She said.

Kailey took the bra. "Uhm... Why not let Laxi go next?" She offered.

"Can I, now?" The kitten asked. "I wanna get these clothes off," she growled with frustration, scratching at her shirt.

"Okay, c'mere."

The black kitten practically flung herself off the couch and tumbled forward. She stood, but a wash of sparkles and dizziness overcame her as she had a blood-rush. Thankfully, Justin caught her. She giggled.

"Thanks," she said, her head lolling back. She righted herself. "Okay-okay I'm done bein' goofy. Now take off my clothes!"

Justin smirked, folding his arms. "I dunno... You didn't say the magic word"

She groaned, rolling her head and torso dramatically. "Please take my clothes off."

"That's better," he relented, and started to lift her shirt. Her arms lifted and she bounced with anticipation as he lifted it up, exposing her cute pudgy belly. But, he paused, another smirk on his face. "Are you really sure about this? Don't you think you're awfully little for me to be playing with you in your underwear? Couldn't I get in a lot of trouble?"

She let out a frustrated whinny, and wriggled out of her shirt on her own. "Stop bein' so differstalt! Ya already played with me together nakie, an' ya even made me all cummy inside more'd'n once!"

"Hmm, you're right." He agreed, and snared her into a hug. He kissed her deeply, causing her to squirm at first. But then, she hummed with gratification as he began shimmying her cotton shorts down. He rubbed his fingers through her backfur, and reached down to her buttocks. He gently cupped her left cheek in his right hand, and squeezed and massaged it, causing her to break the kiss and giggle.

"Play later," she said, licking his nose. "Look now! Look-look-look-at-my-undies!" She hopped backwards and parted her heels a bit, resting her hands on her hips. She grinned with glee as Justin's eyes went to her crotch.

Her panties were well-themed. At the center, over her mound, a water-color-stylized sun was accompanied by several clouds. A few of the clouds were in a set of vague shapes, like a fish, a heart, a bird, and a flower. The sky was white near the sun, and gradated to a baby-blue toward the outside of her thighs.

After he spent a moment soaking in the image that covered her petite front, she turned about and leaned over a little, holding her tail up and away.

The backside sported a dominant image on both of her cheeks. On the right, a yellow moon which, with the water-color style, had a bit of the night-sky color bleeding through its middle. On the left, bright yellow dots and lines connected the constellations of the big and little dipper next to one another. Amidst the rest, there were speckles and flecks of color to look a little bit like a starry sky, and a shooting star that traveled across the lower-part of her rear.

She turned back about, as if waiting for praise.

"They look really cute," Justin complimented. "I had no idea they made undies with designs like that. I figured they were just solid colors and maybe a simple print, from what I've seen."

"Nope," Brittany replied. "Some are really decorative."

Alexis's posture wilted just a little. "Yeah... but I'm just wearin' plain ol' boring undies." She folded her arms and pouted. "How'm I s'posta be sexy like that?"

The wolf pup grinned, and began walking over on his knees. "Lexi," he said sympathetically, half under the impression she was fishing for his response. "You look plenty sexy. Besides..." He brazenly took the elastic about her waist and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "The thing that really makes me get all stiff is that snug little cutie ya got." He gripped his penis and rose up on his knees, leveling his tip to her exposed labia. He pressed against her sex, rubbing his head to her folds.

She took in a deep breath and shuddered as his tender flesh brushed her own. She held onto his wrist, as if trying to keep him there, and started to squat. But, just as she felt the tip's pressure against her moistening nether-lips, he pulled his hips away and denied her any further attention. She let out a whimper of frustration.

"Silly kitty," he said, spanking her thigh. "I still have to see Kailey's and Ashy's undies." He was given a sour glare, before she hmph'd and stomped her way back to the couch.

But, as she climbed up, her sister plopped on her back, holding her down with her rear dangling off the edge. "Hey!" She protested, but her struggle was feeble at first as her sister reached out and spread the lips of her exposed sex to the room. Finally, she managed to toss her sister off and sit on the couch proper. The other girls were chuckling and giggling, and she had a hot face of both embarrassment and lust.

"Kailey, you ready?" Justin spoke up.

The skunkette pulled her legs up onto the couch and hugged her knees. "Um... A--actually, I know Ash usually goes last... b-but, can I... go last this time?" She looked to the rabbit.

Sympathetic to her best friend's reluctance, the rabbit nodded. "Sure. I bet he won't be that disappointed," she joked, getting to her feet. She stepped over to her wolf, and did the favor of removing her shirt for him, tossing at him.

"Hey," he caught the garment. "I'm supposed to do that."

"I thought all you cared about was our cuties?" She said, leaning over him. She straightened up when he stood, giving him a coy smile. "I just wanted to help things along."

Ruffling his brow, the pup set about undoing the series of buttons on her pants by feel, his eyes closed. A silent moment or two, and four undone buttons later, he tugged her pants down her legs, still going by feel. At last, when she stepped out of them, he tossed them aside, and looked up to her face.

She smiled down at him, and gave him a wink as she reached down to grasp his head, and force him to look down.

As the pup's eyes came level to his lover's intimate regions, to their left there came a wolf-whistle.

"Ash-lee!" Brittany exclaimed. "I thought you were such an innocent little thing. Not even I have that kind of underwear!"

Justin's heart pounded as he stared, lips agape, at the heart-shaped cover of the bunny's G-String. It left so little to his imagination; the deep scarlet covering just barely kept her mound and vulva from his hungry eyes. Toward her navel, the trim had the round humps of a heart, though it was stylized, where the left hump was slightly broader than the right. About her hips, the minimalist amount of string supported the underwear, keeping it in place. On top of that, it appeared to be made of a fine fabric, either silk or satin.

"Tsh," the vixen commented. "And the other day you were worried about being sexy. I don't know if you're a master tease or if you're really that blissfully innocent."

The rabbit blushed. "S--see the back?" She said, turning about, showing him the tiny triangle that covered her rear.

"Where did you even get those?" Brittany continued, "Did you steal those from somewhere? Does your mom know you have those?"

Ashly huffed. "My mom bought them for me! Jeez," she stamped her foot.

The vixen's eyes pulsed. "R--really? But she's so up-tight..."

The rabbit sighed. "Like I said before... my skin is really sensitive so..." She looked down at her lover, who was now gazing up at her with concern. "Actually... these are new. I um... I got them last night. I started off getting another kind like these, and told her I wanted to see if they would work better while I sleep... And, then she picked these and a few others out."

"Wow," Brittany chuckled. "Your mom knows what the boys like." She teased.

The bunny's ears fell. "Actually... I think it's cuz... well, she's been acting different since dad--" She gasped, clasping her hands against Justin's head. She felt ripples of pleasure as his cheek brushed against her mound, nuzzling her nethers.

He looked up at her, and stood up, giving her a kiss. "Don't think about that," he told her softly. He received a nod. With a smile, he gripped his own shaft, and rubbed his tip against her underwear.

She parted her legs a bit to give him access to her covered treasure.

"Your undies feel really nice... Soft and smooth." He commented, and pulled some of the fabric from her skin. He slipped his penis in beneath the trim at her left thigh, and carefully pushed his way without snagging or straining the fabric too much.

The blush on her cheeks deepened as she shared her underwear with his genitals.

He hugged her, letting out a rumble of satisfaction as his penis was pinned to her downy-furred mound. "It's almost as soft and smooth as when I'm all the way inside your cutie."

She whimpered, squeezing her thighs together to keep the moisture from her quivering tunnel from staining her underwear. He gave her a kiss and a chuckle, before carefully pulling away. "C--can you... t-take them off?" She asked him.

"What's the magic word?" He teased.

"Please..." She said, stifling a giggle.

"Please what?" He questioned, his eyes telling how he enjoyed teasing her a little.

"Please make me nakey." She said, clasping her hands at her chest and looking away in embarrassment.

He bent down once more and began pulling the teeny-tiny underwear off of her. Though, as he uncovered her labia, the thin line of fabric held onto a strand of her moisture before it broke an inch or so away.

As she stepped out of them, he sat back on his rear and tangled the garment about his puphood. It was an impulsive act, and one he did before recalling that he had an audience watching. He began moving the fabric over his length, delighting how the soft and slippery fabric caressed his flesh. It was only when his lover's hands clasped over his that he realized what he was doing. A shiver of humiliation wracked through his body.

"You really like my underwear, huh?" The bunny said, half-sweetly and half-teasingly.

He swallowed. "Uhm--"

"Shh," she hushed him, batting his hands away.

He watched as she moved the garment deliberately about his puphood, even as far as taking it off to get a particular orientation. It draped over him, with the inside of the front-covering directly over his tip.

"You said it's almost like my cutie, right?" She asked, sitting down on her own rear with her heels at her sides. She reached down between her thighs and spread her labia apart for him to see. After letting him look a little, feeling his girth pulse in her gentle grip, she concentrated both hands on his genitals. She used her left to shift the front-covering about his tip, and her right stroked his length.

He let out a bit-lipped grunt, resting back on his palms and gazing down between her legs to ogle her intimate treasure.

"That's it, just pretend it's inside me," she coaxed him. "I want you to make a cummy mess in my undies. That way, when I wear them to sleep, I can imagine it's like you cummed all over my tummy."

He felt the bubbling in his loins hasten, imagining her sleeping only in those undies.

"Before I put 'em on, I'll even rub them over my chest and cheeks. Would you like that?"

He groaned, his imagination and her sultry words sending him into a passionate climax. He fell back, hips spasming and thrusting up, muscles working to make as big of a creamy mess as he possibly could for her.

She gasped and breathed with embarrassment and thrill as he complied with her half-teasing, half-genuine wishes. She gathered her underwear toward his tip, holding it firm in an attempt to not let a dollop of his semen escape the fabric. After a moment, his rear finally plopped back to the carpet, and he panted with exhaustion.

"Oh wow," she said in amazement as she peeled the fabric from his penis. Some of the semen stuck to his girth, and she made sure to wipe it onto the garment. She quickly moved, sitting upon his chest.

Feeling the weight, he opened his eyes to see his lover, spread-legged before his eyes. She displayed the front-covering of the garment, where most of his semen was. It saturated the fabric, globs of milky-white clinging onto it. She giggled, and he watched with listless eyes as she used one hand to spread the petals of her flower, and the other to wipe the garment over herself.

The semen transferred to her loins, making the downy fur slick. She collected some from her nethers and rubbed it higher up on her mound, toward her navel. Then, gathering a bit more, she raised it to her chest and rubbed it over her nipples and across her sternum and clavicle. Finally, gathering a bit more from her vulva, she raised the garment to her muzzle. She sniffed it, let out a sigh of satisfaction, and began smearing it over her face. When she took it away, her cheek-fur was matted, and a dollop of his cream was visible on the side of her nose. She was blushing terribly.

"So much cum," she complimented, reaching back and cupping his testicles. "This is what I'm going to think about when I go to bed wearing these tonight." She leaned over him, and gave his nose a lick, before giggling and dismounting him.

"Sorry guys," she said to the other girls. "I... I couldn't help it."

Brittany, who had her panties conspicuously about her ankles and her hand overtly petting her slick crotch, let out a chuckle. "Don't have to say sorry to us." She replied.

"Doesn't it feel good?" Laurie asked. "Havin' his cum all over you."

"Mm-hmm," the bunny agreed, leaning over the kitten and pointing at the dollop on her nose. "Better get this before it's too late," she teased.

The kitten licked it away and audibly flicked her tongue over her palate to savor the taste.

"Can he cum in my undies so I can sleep in his mess, too?" Lexi asked, her hand cupping her crotch as she squirmed with hope.

"We'll have to talk about that," Brittany stated. "So... word of warning, Ash. Cum makes underwear and clothes and stuff like that kind of... like it dries and you can kind of tell. You may have to hide those or do your own laundry or something..."

"I do my own laundry." She said. "I can wash your undies, Lexi, if you want to sleep in his cum tonight."

The black kitten went into a fit of delighted giggles.

"Kailey's turn?" Lauren asked.

The skunkette blinked rapidly.

"You been awfully quiet, Kay-Kay," Brittany commented. "You ready to show off your pick?"

"Uhm," she uncrossed her legs and very slowly stood up. "Y--yeah," she said, though her voice was barely audible. She walked with her eyes pointed a bit downward, her steps deliberate like she saw egg-shells no one else could. Finally, she approached the wolf.

He stood, and saw the expression on her face. "You okay?" He asked, resting his hand on her upper arm. He received a nod, before her eyes went down and to the left again. "You don't have to, remember. If you're uncomfortable just say so."

"it's not..." She took in a breath, looking over her shoulder at the other girls. "Just... just hurry up, okay?" She asked, holding her arms up.

Leveling her gaze for just a moment, he nodded, and lifted her shirt. He tossed it away, exposing her chest and pert nipples. He cupped his palm over each immature mound, his right thumb resting on the creamy white fur that meandered between. "You're very pretty, Kay." He complimented, leaning in to kiss her.

She flinched at first, but then met his kiss. Her heart started to race, and she opened her eyes; his were closed, his expression tender and friendly. It made her a little guilty to watch him be that way. He broke away, and went down to his knees, her hands resting on his shoulders as he did. He kissed her about her navel, making her shudder with nerves and suppressed delight. "I said hurry," she playfully hissed.

He beamed up at her, and went to her jeans. He pulled the button through, and was just about to undo the zipper when she clasped his hands.

"W--wait!" She commanded. She held his hands in place, despite his disinclination to take them away. She looked down at him. "P--promise me you won't laugh?"

"Kailey-bale," a voice came from behind her, and a hand rested on her back.

She gasped, her body balking up as the tender hand went down her spine like the hammer across a xylophone. She rubbed cheeks with Brittany, whose chin rested upon her shoulder.

"None of us are going to laugh." The vixen reassured, giving the skunkette a slow kiss to the reddening cheek. She giggled when Kailey's eyes blinked rapidly once again.

"You ready, Kay-Kay?" Justin asked, to which her response was to raise her hands away. He nodded, smiling with reassurance as well, and undid her zipper. Closing his eyes, he tugged her pants down until she stepped out of them--and then opened them.

Kailey bit her lip as she was exposed. It was odd, considering how even in this exposure she was more covered up than any of them. About her waist, and down to her upper-thighs, she had picked a snug pair of boxer-briefs, colored a pastel light-blue.

"What're... those?" The twins asked in unison.

"You have boy's underwear?" Brittany inquired, and let loose a chuckle that she immediately tried to quell.

"You said you wouldn't laugh!" Kailey snarled.

"I'm not laughing at you," the vixen was quick to say, backing up as the skunkette whipped around. "I--I--I just wasn't expecting it, that's all."

Just as she was about to say something, she was held at the shoulders and coaxed to turn back around. Her wolf-pup friend held his penis in one hand and pried open the fly of her underwear with the other; his motions so deft and practiced that she was almost envious. His penis slipped inside, and she felt it as he nestled it into the small cavity, and pressed it to her mound.

"They really fit you nicely," he complimented.

She blushed. "I... Is it... It's weird, isn't it?" She asked.

He hugged her. "Of course not. Unexpected," he admitted, also chuckling, "But... it's not weird. I know first-hand they're very comfy."

She nodded.

"You wore girl's underwear before, though. Where did these come from?" He asked.

She bit her lip. "I um... It's funny, cuz Brittany asked too soon. I did steal these undies from the store."

The twins melodramatically gasped. "Oooooooo~" They chanted.

The skunkette burst into nervous giggled. "Shaddup!" She huffed, as Justin slipped away. She turned toward Brittany. "S--sorry I--"

Before she could even finish, the vixen cut the skunkette off with a deep kiss. She reached into Kailey's underwear, and found the girl's tender nethers, damp and dribbling. She slid her fingers in to the base, eliciting a moan from the skunkette, and forcing her to rise upon her tip-toes in response.

When the kiss and intrusion receded, the vixen grinned coyly. "Spill. Tell us how you took them."

"Um..." Kailey folded her arms, and went to the ottoman to sit. "I... was at the store a while ago. Mom was trying on some clothes, and I went looking around. I w--went into the boy's section... and, I passed by the aisle with the underwear without realizing it at first." She rested her hands on her knees, rubbing them nervously as the others sat upon the couch and listened intently.

"But then I... I kinda decided I... I wanted to try a pair... But I knew mom would think I was really weird if she found out. So... I waited until the guys that were there left, and I ran in and grabbed the size I thought I could wear. I tore the package and pulled it out, and it was all bundled in a roll, so I hid it in my arms with a dress and told mom I wanted to try it on. When I went into the changing room, I put these on over my other undies, and snuck out with them on."

Everyone exchanged glances.

"Well that's really crafty," Ashly commented.

Justin chuckled. "Kay..." He said, his tone friendly and sympathetic. "If you wanted to try on boxer-briefs, I've got a ton of 'em. Heck, I'll share 'em with you if you want."

She hunched over, embarrassed. "Y...you will?"

He smiled, reclining back. "Why not? I have plenty, and I can wash the dirty ones for you."

She fidgeted, looking him in the eye for just long enough to thank him.

"I have a question," Brittany spoke up.

Kailey squeezed her knees. "Wh--what?"

"Just like how Lauren explained why she wore her dancewear... I'm curious why you decided to wear those."

The skunkette bit her lip, sitting up straight and fidgeting with the fly. "Um... I--I dunno."

The vixen crossed her legs, sitting back with her fingers stroking her chin. "Hm... Do you feel more comfortable wearing those over girls' undies? Like, if you could tell your mom you wanted to get those instead from now on, would you?"

Kailey took in a breath, thinking. After a few seconds, she nodded. "This is my favorite pair of undies... it's why I picked it for today. But it feels... I dunno, like..."

"It feels right, doesn't it? Wearing those instead of panties?" Brittany chuckled when she saw the look of bewilderment on her friend's face.

"H--how do you...?" She asked, her words trailing.

"Can I ask another question?" The vixen spoke rhetorically, sliding off the couch to kneel before the skunkette. She set her hands upon her friend's shoulders. "I want you to be totally honest with me; who, when you kiss them, feels more right: Justin, or..." She leaned in, her nose nearly touching the timid skunkette's; "Me?"

Before she could even think, the vixen locked lips with her, and she tumbled back. She breathed rapidly, a rush of emotions and adrenaline coursing through her. When the vixen thrust her tongue into her mouth, she trembled and whimpered, but in such a way that it was obvious she appreciated the attention. She impulsively wrapped her arms and legs about the vixen, and began dry-humping; Brittany giggled into the kiss.

A moment later, the kiss was broken, and Kailey's body went limp and her chest rapidly moved with her panting breath. She gazed at the other girls on the couch, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

"What's wrong, Kay?" Alexis asked.

"You look kinda happy-sad..." Lauren observed.

"Don't worry, girls." The vixen said, stroking Kailey's chest. "So... which is it? Justin, or me?"

The skunkette's breath caught. She struggled to raise up on her torso, looking back at the wolf pup. "I... I think I like... b--both, k-kinda..."

"Aww," Brittany tousled Kailey's chest-fur. "You're bisexual. How cute."

Ashly and Justin exchanged glances. "Bisexual?" They questioned.

"Hey, Kailey?" The vixen asked rhetorically again.

"W--what?" The skunkette responded, almost on the verge of tears.

Brittany leaned in, touching her nose to the skunkette's and making sure their eyes were locked. "I know it's not going to sound as romantic as those two over there, but... I love you, and I wanna be your girlfriend."

Kailey let out a nervous grunt, as if she had just been hit in the gut, and looked with embarrassment at the others on the couch.

"Bisexual, or bi," Brittany began, slowly receding from the skunkette's torso, "means that you like both guys and girls." She dropped to her knees, resting her chin between Kailey's closed knees. "To be fair, all of us girls are a little bit bisexual because we play with each other--but some of us might want to play with each other a little bit more than playing with Justin." She looked to the pup. "No offense."

He tilted his head.

"So, what do you say, Kay-Kay?" Brittany slipped her fingers into the skunkette's waistband. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Y--" The skunkette choked, feeling her throat tighten up.

The vixen smiled, and peeled her boxer-briefs down her legs. "It's okay, you don't have to rush to an answer," she said. "Why don't you let me try to convince you?" She said coyly, licking her lips.

Justin felt hot the moment he saw Brittany's face lean into Kailey's crotch. He shifted, sidling next to Ashly and opening his lap a little.

Kailey breathed heavily, and as soon as she felt the spark of pleasure lance through her body from her clit, she squealed, and reflexively covered her mouth.

"Looks like the fox caught herself a skunk," Brittany growled seductively. "And skunk is this fox's favorite."

Justin let out a gasp as he felt his penis gently grabbed. He glanced to his lover, who held him tenderly, nothing further. As the slavering sounds of the vixen's muzzle gave emphasis to her actions, he cupped her mound and inserted his first two fingers into her.

The twins giggled and began petting one another's petite slits with a fingertip; Lauren teased through her leotard.

Kailey kept her hands on her muzzle, her muffled moans balancing on tip-toes upon the line of sexual pleasure and sexual torture. Pleasure in the way Brittany so masterfully and wonderfully probed her folds with her tongue and nibbled her flesh with her teeth. Torture in the way she felt so embarrassed and exposed to the vixen; almost terrified to admit by virtue of this intimate act just how she had begun to feel on the inside since that first kiss just barely a week ago.

Justin felt a squeeze at his girth and a kiss upon his cheek. He looked to his lover, who smiled at him with burning cheeks.

"I love just... holding you." She admitted to him.

"I... I love just... um..." He looked at his fingers, not sure how to put it. He felt her giggle, felt the way her walls gently pressed his fingers together as she squeezed her thighs.

"I understand," she replied mercifully. "Deeper?" She requested, butter-flying her legs to give him better vantage.

He slipped his index finger free and leaned toward her so that his hand could better cup her groin. His middle- and ring-fingers slid in, squelching as he wriggled them to get almost up to the base knuckle. He teased her a little, enjoying the way she winced and squirmed with pleasure, before settling and letting his fingers sit idly in her warm, slick passage.

"I can feel your heartbeat," she whispered, squeezing his tip with her fingers to mimic the tempo.

"I can feel yours, too," he replied, twitching his fingertips against her walls to mimic hers.

The voyeurs focused upon the performers when the skunkette let out a particularly rapid set of whimpers. She raised her legs into the air, her heels hovering outward and bobbing in circles as her body began slow, inexorable convulsions.

The vixen gasped as she went up for air, her muzzle drenched in the skunkette's feminine nectar. She then latched her lips upon the pert clitoris that almost visibly throbbed for attention right before her. She suckled it, and drew long, passionate moans from her declared lover.

Justin felt the muscles and flesh about his fingers begin to twitch and ripple as the passionate crescendo reached its peak. When Brittany audibly popped free of Kailey's button,the skunkette released her muzzle and let loose a chorus of the most ardent squeals, moans, and mews he had heard since Ashly cummed on him with the vibrator.

"I--I love you!" Kailey cried, losing her body as pleasure wracked through her like a tidal wave.

The vixen giggled with delight and turned her cheek. From the skunkette's flower, a few streams of nectar squirted forth, and most definitely from the lower hole. After the initial burst, she reached for the labia in the midst of pressing together, pursing and relaxing. She forced them to spread apart, against their will and desire to clamp together; and delighted in the way her body showed its true feelings through the generous moisture dribbling from her flushed-red, orgasm-swollen girlhood.

The skunkette went limp, her breath rapid and shallow.

Brittany smiled with pride as she let the lips of her lover's cutie relax. They closed only a little, aftershocks still sending a twitch to them. She raised to her feet, stretching her neck and back a little from the stress of her position for pleasuring. Then, she got onto the ottoman, her thighs straddling Kailey's sides. She leaned over her lover.

Kailey acknowledged the weight that pressed on her ribs and opened her eyes. She stared into Brittany's sharp, blue eyes. Her lips fell ajar.

"I love you, too," the vixen said, her voice barely above a whisper; yet the relative silence let it be heard by all. Then she gave the skunkette another deep kiss, though it only lasted a few seconds.

The wolf pup realized that his own lover's heartbeat had hastened, and that the slickness about his fingers had gotten into the webbing of his hand and up the heel of his palm. He felt a quiver against his digits, and then felt a rush on his spine as his bunny was overcome by a lustful frisson; her whole body began to tremble rapidly, her breathing went shallow, and she closed her eyes and inclined her chin to her neck.

"A--Ash?" He asked, and his breath caught when she suddenly clasped his wrist and tried to pull his hand closer to her. In response, he rapidly did his best to make his fingertips "walk" on the firming underside of her tummy.

Her passage abruptly constricted about his digits, and she threw her head back in a silent moan. Something about the nature of it made him both frightened and thrilled. She had seized up completely, as if tetanus had suddenly overcome her. As the moment went on, he became more concerned as her breath rapidly fluttered and her body finally shuddered to relaxation. He caught her as she slumped toward him, holding her and rubbing her shoulder.

She breathed heavily, and slowly. Her eyes closed and her cheek nestled just below his clavicle.

"A--are you okay, Ash?"

She nodded, and let out a winded laugh. "I--" She took another collecting breath, "I've never...c--cum like that before..."

Their moment was hit like a stone thrown into a lake. Lauren rolled off the couch and scurried out from the space between it and the ottoman. Once in the open, she began peeling off her leotard, huffing with frustration until it was completely off of her body. "Guys... I... I hafta cum," she whimpered, cupping her groin.

"M--me too," her sister huffed, reaching down to spread her folds as if to prove she was telling the truth.

"Aww, are the kitties horny? Maybe you two should sixty-nine." The vixen proposed. "I'd like to watch." She rested her chin on her palms, her elbows straddling the heaving tummy of her lover. Her tail fluttered coyly.

The twins exchanged glances.

"But..."

"We do that..."

"Almost every night..."

Ashly felt Justin's penis throb, and she giggled. It was so cute how he reacted to everything; she could almost see within thought-bubbles above his head what his imagination let play out.

Alexis joined her sister, taking over cupping her and getting cupped by her in return. "We wanna..."

"Do something different, today." They glanced at one another, and then at the wolf pup.

Ashly's lips curled with an almost eerily evil grin. "I know!" She slid to her feet and tugged gently on her lover's warm member. "Up!" She commanded.

With a wince, he stood, leaning over defensively. He was led by her hand on his puphood toward the more open area of the room. He hobbled along, trying to keep up so that his groin wasn't so uncomfortable. After only a few steps, that felt like a trot around the house, he was finally relieved.

"Lie down on your back." The bunny commanded, and her lover complied. "C'mere kitties." She called.

The twins released one another and hurriedly darted over. It was evident by their scent and the way their thighs were damp, they were yearning for release.

"This is something Brittany and I did a while ago, but it's a bit different," Ashly began, squatting down over Justin's shins with her knees spread. "Stand on either side of him." She instructed.

He watched with anticipation as the twins took their places; Lexi to his left, Laurie to his right.

"Lex," the rabbit instructed, "you're going to sit down a little weird; you have to make it so your cutie is pushed up against him here," she traced her finger along the side of his length.

The kitten tilted her head a second, trying to figure out the logistics of it, but eventually nodded and set about plopping upon her rear. She lifted her legs up over the wolf pup's waist and thighs, supporting herself by leaning back on her palms. She scooted forward, guided by Ashly's words and gentle nudges, until her moist lips were just pressing against the left side of his penis.

"Your turn, Laur," the rabbit said. "Just like your sister; try to make it so one leg is over Lexi's and the other one is under."

Justin bit his lip. It did not take very long, and yet each second felt like three; until finally, he could make out only the top few inches of his penis between the twins' contortion upon him. They were a bit heavy, but probably the perfect size to pull it off without putting too much pressure on him and making him uncomfortable.

As if on cue, the vixen and the skunkette--now recovered--came up to the twins with cushions from the sectional. It was enough of a platform for them to manage being level with one another, and relieved some of the weight off of the pup.

"This is called scissoring," Ashly said. "Credit to Brittany, she taught me the word."

"I taught you more than that," the vixen replied slyly.

"How you like it, Justy?" Lauren asked, blushing and smiling at him.

"Now we can touch your cock with both our cuties at the same time," Lexi observed; she stated the obvious, but only because she knew it would make the wolf pup fluttery--and it did.

He lied back and shuddered; he was in heaven. He wasn't able to come up with any words to describe it. Something about the way he could feel the way both of them gently pressed against his shaft was just as wonderful as being inside one of them. He could feel their warmth, could feel their nectar dribbling onto his crotch and into his sheath, and could even feel their heartbeats if he closed his eyes and focused.

"Okay, I think they're ready," Kailey spoke.

"Can you two help them?" Ashly asked. "I'm going to help hold him in place."

"Okay, kitties, reach up and grab the other's legs as best you can..."

Justin watched as the other girls taught the kittens how to perform the position. It was like an opposite tug-of-war game as they got their bearings; his tip tilted left and then right as they experimented pushing and pulling against one another with ill timing.

Then Ashly squatted diagonally across everything, spread her lower lips, and took her lover's tip into her passage.

Justin saw sparks in his eyes as that helped to hold him in place--and keep his tip warm and comfortable--while the girls counted to three and the twins began working up a gentle rhythm.

"That's it," the vixen praised.

"And try to make sure to rub your cherries on him, too," the skunkette advised.

The kittens began to mew and moan, sharply pulling one another toward the center. Their efforts were met with the resistance of the puphood's turgid flesh, and gave all of them a pleasurable pressure that made their entire groins tingle, even down the inside of their thighs to their knees.

Justin groaned in pleasure. It was a different kind of pleasure; not the pings of pleasure that he got when his length dove into one of them and his tip scraped their silken flesh, but a kind of pleasure he could really enjoy.

It was more the situation that made his body tingle and his mind giddy with excitement. He leaned up, catching the eyes of his lover as she smiled at him. He could barely see his penis at all in that mash of wet flesh and quivering muscles. But he could feel, and to see the grand actions accompany the acute sense of touch and pressure as they squeezed him between their slick nethers made it all the more arousing. Not to mention that he could see his lover's folds split about his tip made him quiver and twitch with yearning for more of her intimate caress.

But then, after a time, his vantage of the lewd display was blocked. Kailey straddled him, her mound pressed against his ribs, and rested her hand upon his sternum. She gently coaxed him to lie back.

He found his head held in place by another pair of thighs. He stared straight up into the swollen, puffy vulva of the vixen; a bead of nectar gathered on the left labia, and dripped onto his cheek. The skunkette scooted further up, and the vixen smothered his muzzle with her muff.

"Ooo! He's a quick learner," Brittany cooed, as her genitals felt the warm, muscular probing of the pup's broad tongue.

The pup breathed heavily into the vixen's groin, lapping at her sex and sliding his tongue inside. After a moment, he heard--and felt--the sound of the massager. The vibrations tickled his chest, making him tremble, causing the girls at his groin to react with whimpers and mews.

Kailey's moans dominated the group as one of the nubs of the massager's three legs met the nub of pleasure at the top of her flower.

Correction. To the wolf, this was heaven. Somehow, some way, in his wildest dreams, he had never thought to even imagine that each one of their cuties could touch him at the same time. Just that thought alone built the pressure in his pelvis rapidly. Amidst the moans, mews, cooes, and squeals of his girls, he pulled away from the vixen's tenderness to announce: "G--guys, I'm--I'm gonna cum!"

"Go ahead, sweetie," Ashly said, rubbing his navel. "Don't worry, I've got you; let it all out into my tummy."

With her words, she had picked him up and flung him over the edge. He barely had time to latch onto Brittany's peeking clitoris and press his tongue to it, before he began to thrust his pelvis upward and express his release with muffled groans. "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mm--mmm! Mmmmm!"

"Oh fuck!" The vixen grunted; "Kay, kiss me!" She pulled the skunkette by the chin and latched their lips together.

The pup's face was met with several small bursts of feminine fluid as the vixen reached her peak. His lips struggled to keep on her clit, her pelvis rapidly and powerfully jerking forward and back as she fought to keep her convulsing body stable.

Kailey whimpered into the kiss and took over the massager, pressing it firmly to her folds and grinding it against her clit. Her closed eyes went white with fireworks, and her passion gushed from her loins all over the wolf pup's chest below her.

At the same time, Ashly kept balanced with her right hand and reached down with her left, pressing herfingers to the kitten's nubs and rapidly ground against them as they both gave a final pull toward the cock at their join.

Their duet of ecstasy happened just as the penis between them began to swell and surge, fighting against their desire to squeeze him and pump his cum into the bunny snuggled about his tip.

Ashly breathed deeply. Her cheeks burned as she felt his tip rhythmically swell and twitch, and then relax. With each contraction, a rope of his warm, gooey semen spurted into her silken, shivering passage. She "caught" each volley, tensing her abdomen and squeezing her passage about the offering as best she could to spread it about her walls. With each squeeze, she could feel it shifting and slowly trickling down.

Correction: this was truly heaven. He was absolutely drenched in feminine honey; only his limbs were spared--or neglected--the bath of their orgasms, and the perfume of their lust. He felt so tingly and numb it was like when he had been put under anesthesia for his tonsils, save for the sudden dread before he was forced asleep.

The only damper to the pup's full enjoyment, was that his lover did not ride the wave of ecstasy with them.

The massager stopped, and clattered off to his side. The vixen and the skunkette relieved his torso, tumbling to lie beside him. The twins slipped from beneath the squatting rabbit, and snuggled up beside him, resting their cheeks upon his shoulders.

His lover, her knees quivering and the strain finally too much, collapsed upon him, breathing heavily against the side of his neck.

The next few moments were full of heavy breathing. Bodies pressed together, wearily grazing genitals to legs and groping bottoms; just enough to kindle the fire but not enough to overwhelm the tender, sensitive flesh.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

The newly declared lovers whispered to one another, the sounds of their kisses beginning to break the silence in the room.

"Y--you didn't... cum..." The pup finally said, feeling weary.

The rabbit doe cooed, kissing his jaw. "I kinda didn't wanna," she replied.

He nuzzled her. "Why... why not?"

She nuzzled back. "Cuz... I just came an'..." She kissed him again. "When we cum together... my body's kinda numb. This was... was actually..." She began gently sliding up and down his length, just enough to help stir the warm and gooey mess inside that still made her tingly as she thought about what she felt just a moment ago. "...It was the first time I really felt it... Felt you cumming in me..." She shuddered, letting out a quivering sigh over his neck; all to try and express to him how it made her feel. The way he twitched inside her made her believe it got across.

"Hey..." Lexi stirred, manipulating his hand so that his fingers brushed her damp lips. "Don' forget you... you gotta make a mess in my undies so I can sleep in'nit tonight."

He chuckled, stroking her tenderly. "Later, silly," he grumbled, enjoying his lover's motions as she slowly shifted along his length. "I need a little nap first..."