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The wolf pup sat upon the couch, smiling. His briefs were heavily tented by his throbbing erection, and yet he kept his hands away from it. "You're such a sexy dancer, Laur," he complimented.

The white kitten moved like water. Her dance, slow and erotic, had lots of leg-lifting and -splitting, crotch-flashing, sensual stretching, and other appealing moves that her dance teacher surely did not intend to be perverted. She wore a green leotard, but it was actually somewhat see-through, giving him a perfect peek at the dark-pink of her nipples and, especially, the little cleft under her mound.

But, as her dance continued, the leotard was inevitably stripped away, leaving her to perform a similar routine fully in the nude, and with added elements. She let her hands wonder over her own body, touching her petals and tweaking her nipples.

She ended her erotic display with a bridge-stretch, her flower pointed at him and her knees as wide as they could manage while still keeping her balanced.

His eyes roved over her puffy mound and the chubby little labia that parted naturally to show a place so sweet and tender.

Her bridge stretch eventually turned into her lying sprawled upon the carpet, breathing heavily.

He clapped for her a few times, and then slid off the couch, his briefs falling to the ground. "Mmm... Look at that cutie," he said, licking his lips. "You sure like to show it off, huh? Your legs are always spread so wide." He squatted down in front of her mound.

"C--cuz I like... when you look at me," she said, in an adorable way that made his dick swell. "It m-makes me feel... p-pretty."

"Well that's really handy," he said, moving to lie upon his stomach and prop his head in his hands. "Cuz I like lookin'."

She lifted her head up, watching him look at her. His eyes met hers for a second, and she blushed, knowing he was just gawking at her cutie. She reached down, "Here, d--don't be shy," she encouraged, partly to herself. Her fingers spread her petals for him. "Look all you w-want," she offered.

He gasped, indulging her. "It's so pink and pretty! It's like you're blushing down here."

She mewed.

"Can I give you kisses?" He asked.

"Mmm--Mmm-hmm," she replied, her body starting to squirm.

He pursed his lips, and dipped his muzzle in, and proceeded to give her tender little pecks and kisses to her inner-thighs, and the smooth pink flesh of her petals. All the while, his dick oozed pre at the sounds of her bashful little coos and pleasured squeaks, depending on where his lips touched. He spotted the little hole at the bottom of her vulva, and with his finger, tickled her little button. He watched as she contracted, the little hole constricting and letting a bit of her feminine nectar trickle out.

"Hey, Laur?"

She emitted a very fluttery reply from her throat.

"I loved your dance, but I couldn't help notice you seemed a bit...stiff. I think we need to work on stretching a little, okay?"

"Oh... okay," she said.

He got back into a kneel, holding his hands out for her to take. "In particular," he said, helping her sit with her heels wide apart. "You looked really taught all along here," he pointed out, his fingertips slowly going from the top of one knee, along her inner-thigh, across her mound and folds, and down her other thigh to her other knee. "Can I help you stretch?" He asked.

She nodded. "Uh-huh," she said. "If it's that area, I'll definitely need some help," she said with a blush.

"Awesome!" He said, falling back on his rear. "Let's get in position."

She watched as he laid on his back, his pecker sticking straight up. Knowing exactly what he wanted her to do, she got up, feeling the carpet tickle her cutie-lips as she stood from a wide-legged split. She stepped over him, her heels on either side of his pelvis, pointed puphood between her ankles.

"Okay, you just do the splits, and I'll help you stretch further, okay?"

She nodded, and started. She didn't use her hands for balance until she was halfway down, able to reach behind her and between his thighs to rest her fingertips on the carpet. "Can you help line me up?" She asked.

"Sure," he gripped the join of her thigh and pelvis in his right hand, his thumb pulling her petal out a little, and reached for his penis with the other. He pointed the tip to her hole, delighting at the way her legs quivered as his tip nudged and teased her exposed flesh. "Okay, now remember: ease into it."

She nodded, and slowly lowered.

"That's it," he encouraged, feeling his tip press into her warm sex. "Nice and slow."

She moaned, a wave of heat rushing to her cheeks as his thick dick stretched her tight little tunnel to its limits. The pleasure vastly outweighed the bit of discomfort--besides, stretching always felt a bit uncomfortable at first.

The noises she couldn't help emitting were so embarrassing. But when he chuckled and his thickness suddenly and briefly swelled within her after each one, it only encouraged her impulses to let out more vocalizations.

Eventually, her heels were wide on either side of him. Her pubic mound and the joins of her thighs rested on his pelvis, the shallow arch of her splits at its limits. She let out a fluttery moan, balancing enough to move her free hand to rub over her tummy. "M-my s-suction-cup..." She mumbled, feeling his tip pushing against it.

"Mmm... Laur," he sighed with gratification. "Your cutie's tighter than I thought it would be."

"You like me tight, though, right?" She was given a nod. "Your big dick is such a good stretch," she complimented, massaging her tummy.

"Now that you're more warmed up," he said, "I wanna teach you a new sexy dance."

She blushed, watching his hand rest on hers. "Wh-what's it called?" She asked.

His other hand joined in, directing toward her sensually spread loins. He pulled the apex of her petals, and she let out a whimper as her little clitoris was exposed. "I call it, Cum With Me," he said, and began teasing the area near her clitoris with his fingertip.

She squirmed and writhed, her posture making every little twitch and spasm like a thunderclap of pleasure. She began to whine and mew, almost incessantly, as electric pleasure sparked all over her chest, tummy, thighs, and cutie.

"Cum with me, sweety," he said.

"I--I'm cumming," she managed to say, her whole body starting to seize. "I'm cumming with you, Justy!"

"That's it, sissy. Squeeze him as tight as you can; he loves it so much."

Lauren felt the tingles of pleasure tickle over her forehead as the sparkles twinkled in her eyes. Her pelvis lurched and her tunnel bore down on something. It was so gratifying; she groaned, a second shock of lesser pleasure and heat sweeping from her loins as she realized she was in the midst of an orgasm.

She finally went limp. Her breathing was labored, and she opened her eyes to see only the little flecks and twinkles of glitter in her vision against darkness. She tried to swallow, but her throat was dry, her lips feeling sticky and a little caked with drool. Eventually, she saw the glow of her sister's yellow eyes. Then, came the gentle pressure to her lips. She returned the kiss, breathing heavily still through her nose. Her tongue was wrestled with, while touches and changes happened within her warm loins.

Her voice crackled into her sister's muzzle as her sister's fingers curled inside of her. They receded, gently grazing along her anterior wall in a way that made her shiver with pleasure, even though she was still a little sensitive. She let out a muffled squeak amidst the squelch of her sister's balled fingers slipping free of her hot petals.

"Sheesh, sis," the black kitten commented, bringing her hand up to her muzzle between them. The perfume of her sister's passion filled their nostrils, sending a throb to Alexis's clitoris, and drawing an embarrassed whimper from her bedmate.

She grinned, making sure her sister was watching, as she stuck her three fingers into her muzzle, and sucked on them. She pulled them free, licking each one down to the webbing. "You sure cummed hard," she teased, snuggling up to her sibling, pressing their tummies together. "I bet Justy'd love to know you were callin' out his name."

"Shuddup," Lauren grumbled, blushing. She gently bit on her sister's shoulder.

Alexis took her upward-facing leg, and rested it over her sister.

Lauren twisted away, reaching toward her bedside table. Her fingers reached, and finally teased the object of her desire toward her, hooking first around one leg and then reeling it in. She turned back to her sister, orienting the massager in her palm, and reached with her other hand to her sister's cutie.

"Bet you'll forget when I make you cum harder," she threatened.

Alexis buried her muzzle between her sister's shoulder and the pillow, just as a nub was pressed to her hooded clit, and just before the soft click of the button.

* * *

It was a rather gloomy Saturday morning. The sidewalks and driveways had a thin layer of water, enough to send the smell of wet concrete to waft through the air. When the wolf pup was inside and up the stairs, his jean shorts and t-shirt were damp from the drizzle.

The room was dimmer, since the sun was not out to shine light in through the windows. The fan from yesterday was set beside one end of the couch, on at the lowest setting; just enough to stir the stuffy air.

The vixen was practically mounting her skunkette lover. Their nude bodies were pressed together, Kailey pinned against the couch in a sitting position by Brittany, who was straddling her lap. Their lips were tied up in a passionate kiss, the vixen using her posture to force the skunkette to crane her neck back a bit.

The twins were on the other half of the sectional. Alexis was fully nude, while Lauren wore only a purple camisole that just barely went down to her navel, and with pink spaghetti straps--one of which had loosed from her shoulder. Both sisters had a hand cupping the other's mound, forefingers gently stroking along slits and teasing into petals.

Justin stripped his clothes off unceremoniously, and went over to the kissing couple. He knelt behind the vixen's rear, resting his hands on the skunkette's knees. They were sitting in such a way that he could dip his muzzle in to get at either of them--which he did. First, to Kailey's, who tensed and tried to reflexively close her knees, which he kept her from doing. Then, to Brittany, who moaned into her lover's mouth. A kiss for each flower, with a slight bit of suction. Kailey left his chin and lips more damp than the drizzle had.

Then, he went to the twins. He knelt between them, coaxing hands to relieve mounds. Then, he pressed his lips to their flowers, kissing theirs on the bud since he had better access. He growled with delight at how the kittens gave him even greater access by widening their legs. Further still, he treated Lauren to few gentle suckles on her sensitive nub, which sent her making squeals that he adored, lifting her feet off the ground and grabbing at his ears--to hold him in place rather than discourage him away.

They scooted apart to give him a place to sit, which he did with arms resting on the back of the couch. The black kitten immediately went for him, leaning over his lap and tugging at his sheath to coax his peeking puphood out further.

He kissed Lauren while he felt his loins steadily swell. He let out a hitched breath across the kitten's cheeks when he felt her sister's lips begin to treat his tip and the top-side of his shaft with light pecks of her own. His knees wiggled as he felt her other hand cup his testicles. His thighs and stomach tensed when her tongue slipped into the crease between his sheath and member. His body shuddered as her tongue's tiny barbs gently tugged up his sensitive flesh; until she reached the tip, where her tongue-tip flicked over the top rapidly.

Lauren's cheeks burned as he whined into her muzzle, her tongue vibrating. She broke away from the kiss, and matched her sister's eyes in a second-long pause. As her sister receded, she opened her muzzle, and swallowed his girth. A tear of pride welled up in one of her eyes when he squirmed and let out a gratified whine.

Alexis snuggled up beside the wolf, reaching a hand to cup his other cheek and nuzzle against him. "Silly puppy," she giggled. "She can't right now," she began, just loud enough for her sister to hear, "cuz she's suckin' on yer dick, but you shoulda heard her last night! She was sayin' yer name while I fingered her in her sleep; I think she was dreamin' about you fuckin' her."

Lauren popped off. "You little bitch!" She said with a pained voice, on the verge of tears.

Justin let out a needy whimper, reaching to the kitten's head, "Please don't stop," he begged, gently urging her to go back down.

She was conflicted for just a second, before her desire to have him tickling the back of her throat won out. With her nose pressing into the join of his thigh, she swallowed.

He nuzzled the kitten next to him, but his voice called out to the one who nursed his loins. His pleasure was building rapidly, having already primed himself with a near-climax from morning masturbation while he waited for his mom to cook breakfast. The tension in his pelvis began to wind, and his breathing slowed.

Then, all of a sudden, Lauren stopped.

"Ah-ah-ah," came the vixen's voice.

The pup, too excited and leaning over the edge to plea for her to send him over, opened his eyes. In his trembling vision, he saw Brittany squatting by his knee.

The kitten, engorged on lupine dick, heeded the gentle coaxing to recede. When her lips popped free, a string of saliva kept her tongue attached to the shaft for just a second or two before it broke.

"You know the rule." The vixen admonished.

"Wh--" The wolf-pup caught his quivering breath. "What... rule?" He questioned.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Justy." Brittany said, leaning in and kissing his tip. She stood up, and began working her way onto the couch to straddle him like she had straddled her lover. "Your little girlfriend had to run errands with her mom, and won't be back for a little while. She left Kay-Kay in charge, but since I'm very persuasive," she said, glancing over at the skunkette, who was lying in a fetal position on the couch, "she let me be in charge." Brittany pressed a finger to the pup's sternum, and trailed it up his clavicle.

"So," she said, taking his shoulders and forcing him to lean forward, "I set a new rule. One that I think is fair and appropriate." She slid her hands down his arms, toward his wrists. She leaned back into him, and pressed him against the couch, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Justin's heart beat rapidly; she was practically grinding herself against him, teasing his loins and pressing them against his own stomach. He could tell how wet it was, soaked in Lauren's spit. The vixen's own nethers were damp, too, and carried a febrile heat through the air that he could practically sense with his dick.

But all of that went mute with cold shiver, as her hands dipped into the cushion of the couch, and he felt something scrape along his wrists. He felt something amiss in the pit of his stomach, and tried to move, but she bit into his shoulder. It was not enough to draw blood, but it did give him a brief sense of fright enough to be overcome.

There was a ratcheting sound, and a tight pressure against his wrists.

"Oh... did I forget to show something, yesterday?" She teased, licking his neck, delighting in the way he helplessly flinched. "Silly me." She receded, but not without pulling something else from behind the cushions of the couch. She smiled with mischief as the pup saw the long chord, and she gave him a gentle kiss as she wrapped the collar about his throat, tightening it with a kiss to his lips.

"There..." She said with satisfaction, and got off of him. She held the leash in her grip, and tugged.

The pup had no choice but to follow, awkwardly sliding off the couch to kneel on the floor.

"Oh, that's right, I almost forgot to say the new rule," she giggled. "The horny puppy is only allowed to cum when his bunny is with us--cuz we wouldn't feel good about it, otherwise. Right, kitties?"

The twins nodded.

"Someone wanna go get the ball?"

Alexis hopped up and scampered over to their bags.

"So, wait, if I'm not allowed to cum," the wolf said, tugging at the cuffs that held his hands behind his back, "then what's with all this?"

The vixen accepted the tennis-ball with a strap on it. "Because," she said, pulling the strap and walking toward the wolf. "Open wide," she beckoned.

"Not until you tell me what's--"

She dropped to one knee with him, anticipating his response, and gently squeezed one of his testes between her thumb and forefinger. It had the intended effect; his body went limp and his jaw went slack enough for her to wedge the tennis-ball in. She made quick work to get it about his head, and pull it taught. "This is all for your own protection," she explained, sitting back, and gently cupping his genitals this time. "Sorry, but we have to keep you in check. Otherwise, how are we supposed to play with you? You might pin one of us helpless little girls down and have your way with us. We're afraid you could get carried away and cram that enormous knot of yours into our little cuties," she cooed, wrapping her fingers around the latent bulb. "We couldn't let that happen, could we? Ash would be so upset."

He winced, his breathing audible through his nostrils. He looked to Kailey, whom he felt might be his only friend to convince the others to let him go. But when their eyes met, she averted her gaze guiltily and hugged her knees a little tighter.

"Why don't you just lie back," the vixen suggested. She helped push him, but then realized, when he rolled onto his side, that his hands were cuffed in an uncomfortable way. "Sorry," she said, genuinely. "L's, I need your help."

The twins were quick to kneel about the wolf. He glanced about, catching the undersides of their chins as they talked about him as if he was asleep or something.

"I need you two to keep him distracted while I redo the handcuffs," she instructed.

Their shadows showed they had nodded, and with stifled giggles they got to work. Justin's eyes flicked about to try and see what they were doing. Rather quickly, he caught something that he couldn't help but ogle. The black kitten's flower took over his vision as she shimmied closer on her knees, until it was pressed to his nose. He sniffed, and the alluring scents of her arousal began to make his body tingle.

Lower down, he felt warmth encase his puphood. He let out a moan against the ball that gagged his mouth, and breathed in deeply. The flower by his nose began pressing more firmly against his muzzle, and giggles of delight fell upon his ears.

He heard the click of the cuffs, and felt them loosen. He immediately tried to struggle, but then the suckling at his loins hastened and intensified, and the flower that rubbed at his nose opened its petals, and planted his nostrils right at the entrance of its channel, where its perfume was even stronger.

"Good job, girls, keep it up," the vixen complimented.

The more the kitten at his loins tugged with suckles and tickled with licks, the faster his breathing hastened. The faster his breathing hastened, the more his sinuses filled with the perfume of her twin. The more perfume he breathed, the less willing he was to resist; to keep docile in the hopes of more. It was a vicious cycle, one that had an even more vicious breaking.

"Okay, you guys can stop now."

All at once, the warmth and aroma were gone. It took several seconds for his mind to clear. As the sparkles dissipated from his vision, he stared at the ceiling as if it had the answer to a complex riddle. Then, he found life in his limbs, and tried to move.

His legs were free, but his hands were still bound--and he couldn't bring them into view. As soon as he tried to pull his elbows in, his hands were stopped. He craned his neck back, and saw what inhibited him.

A pair of legs were on either side, and a luscious pink cutie was in between them, trickling a bit. A towel was laid over, to keep the nectar from making too much of a mess. The computer-chair was pretty simple, light-weight and often forgotten in the other room, dragged into the room only when needed.

His wrists were about the cylinder that connected the star-base to the chair proper. It wasn't all that comfortable, for sure, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as having his arms behind his back. He gave a few futile tugs, but it was no use. The only way he could get out without the key was if he was Stretch Armstrong.

Brittany, whose legs were the ones beside his armpits on the chair, slid off of her perch above his head. He watched her flower, trickling with nectar, as she crawled down his body, and squatted near his puphood. He breathed evenly as she took his pecker, and lifted her rump. He watched their flesh touch in such a sensual way, as her fingertip pulled aside a petal to aide in guiding him in. His breath hitched at the sight of his tip slipping into her when she began to lower herself upon him.

"Mmm..." She vocalized with satisfaction, her tail lowering until it rested over his chest. She swiveled her upper-body, and ran her hand up her tail to guide it so it didn't smother him. "It's so much fun to be on top," she commented, adjusting herself so that his length penetrated her a little deeper. "I hope you don't mind if I just have a little private moment with your big boys down here," she cooed.

He turned his head, closing his eyes as he felt his sac being cradled.

"Don't worry, I promise I'll be super-duper gentle this time," she reassured. "If you want me to stop just hit your left heel on the carpet a few times," she explained.

He contemplated doing so right then, but the rational part of him pointed out she didn't say anything about letting him go if he did that. Besides, he was actually starting to enjoy the attention. He looked at her, but couldn't see much. She was facing away from him, so all he could see was the vibrant orange-red of her back-fur, and the curves of her buttocks.

To him, she was in her own little world. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of her hands gently and sensually fondling him. Her fingers stroked and massaged his perineum, which made him squirm a bit since it felt odd, and at the same time pleasant.

Then, he heard a snap. He opened his eyes, and watched despite not being able to see. He shivered when he felt something cold and wet covering his testes and perineum, rubbed onto him by her hand.

"I had this in the fridge for a while. Thought that might be a nice little touch," she said aloud.

He shivered as the cool liquid was rubbed into his fur. She lifted off of him, and sat back down on his navel. He could feel a damp warmth underneath where she sat, no doubt her juices dribbling out into his fur. He took in a deep breath, and then let it out when the cold enveloped his spire.

"Shh," she hushed.

He whimpered, for it felt so distressing and yet so pleasant. It was like she was drizzling honey all over his genitals, wet crackles traveling to his ear as her hand spread the chilled liquid all over him in such an erotic way.

When his loins were coated, he heard another snap. She swiveled back once more, this time setting something down beside him. He turned his gaze, spotting the familiar bottle. On its label, he could only read the Ye-, but he knew, from memory, what it was: Yearn

He closed his eyes. He was at the mercy of the vixen sitting on his stomach, softly and slowly rubbing her fingers over everything that made him a boy. Suddenly, a muffled crackle pulsed through the air, and then came the pitch of a salesman on a commercial.

The whole situation was surreal. Not only was he handcuffed and gagged, but now they were watching TV? He chuckled through his nose; it was so crazy it was funny. What was even weirder was that he went along with it.

Or maybe that wasn't so weird. Sure, he'd rather not be tied to a chair like a common dog, but it wasn't like they were being mean. It was just... another one of those games. Like when they played Truth or Dare or Strip Black-Jack. He could say "no;" he could, if he wanted to, be released.

But, as he listened to the episode of Teen Titans play out, he was enjoying the attention he was given despite the circumstances. Her hand never left him; if she paused from idly running her fingertips over his genitals, she cradled his sac.

When his arms started to tingle, he swiveled his upper body and shook them a little. He tried not to make a lot of noise doing so, and after a moment or two the pins and needles went away.

The episode ended, and the TV was turned off. He realized that he was a bit sleepy, but the silence roused him. He could still feel her hands fondling him, but it was different now. He was... "used to it," for lack of better expression. The touch didn't have the same effect on him as it had when she first smeared and massaged the lubricant onto him. In fact, although he could still feel the viscous liquid all over his crotch, it had sort of "settled."

He heard a gentle clicking, and along with it a low buzzing. Then, he gasped, his body tensing at first, but relaxing right after. He slitted his eyes, feeling the sensual vibrations tickle his loins as the egg was pressed against his perineum.

"How's it feel?" She asked, rhetorically.

He actually thought about it. It felt... a little numb, he realized. Like he was still wearing a pair of shorts and underwear, or maybe even jeans. He could still enjoy the vibrations, his body twitching as she rubbed it over his perineum and against the underside of his scrotum, but he felt like he could be enjoying it more, but for some reason he wasn't able to.

He fully closed his eyes as the little egg was moved to the base of his sheath, touched all along the circumference. The gentle vibrations went into his puphood, and his heart began to hasten with excitement, the sensations new and wonderful. He had never thought he might find pleasure in the vibrator, and now he wished he had free hands and the opportunity to experiment.

The egg went from circling his sheath and base, to traveling up his length. He began to groan, his stomach and thighs beginning to tense and convulse as the vibrations drew more muffled pleasure to his loins. He began to tear, his mind desperately desiring to feel the egg press upon his sensitive tip and flood his body with ecstasy.

But, just as it neared the spot he so desperately wanted it to touch, it was taken away altogether. He couldn't even whimper, for his body tingled and tensed too much. But, just when he was about able to do so, his desires for attention were gratified.

By now, he could tell when he was being put inside without having to see. The pleasant tugs as his flesh slipped and grazed against hers. The gentle pressure all around from how snug her passage was, and the added gentle squeeze from its clenching. The slippery wetness she produced, so that she could slide him in until her petals kissed his sheath. The radiant warmth that helped his flesh more acutely enjoy the sense of her depths, especially when grinding and humping.

His ears flicked as he heard her moan, sending a throb to his puphood.

"You're so big and warm, Justy," she complimented.

His ego swelled, to the point where his girth felt just as big. He heard the vibrator turn on once more, and his heart once again hastened, his chest and tummy tingling with excitement.

"Ah!"

His breath hitched as she let out a quick and amorous whine, her walls briefly bearing down on him.

"Ah! Ah! Mmh! Hohhhhhh..."

His cheeks burned at her vocalizations, at first similar to the first but then slowly calming as she got used to whatever she was doing. Finally, she let out a low, drawn-out moan, as if she could finally submerge into the relaxing warmth of the hot-tub.

He emitted a muffled hum of gratification as well, as her palm once again cupped his testes. Her weight shifted and twitched atop him as she indulged in the pleasures of her girlhood, and he received gentle squeezes and ripples as a side-effect. It was a pleasant tease. But, he eagerly awaited for her to begin lifting up and easing back down. For their genitals to squelch and crackle as his tip churned the nectar in her flower.

But, as her moans and coos of pleasure and delight went on, he was only given the satisfaction of being hilted and the dull pleasure of her tunnel rippling and squeezing about his girth. He opened his eyes, at last, to see her a little hunched-over. Her tail flicked and tickled his side. Now and again she would roll her hips forward, getting his tip to touch a certain spot deep inside, and he saw the shapely curve of her buttocks, just a peek of her white groin-fur, and felt a dribble of her juices on his matted groin-fur.

Suddenly, his eyes went cross, but more in frustration than pleasure. Her orgasm crashed over her, his ears hearing her whimpers and yips and his puphood feeling her lurches and convlusions. He curled his toes, trying to use the sensations of her body in throes of pleasure to send him into his own.

But it wasn't there. It was like there was a lot of heat and friction, but no spark to light the fuse. His blood tingled, his mind in a mix of delight at feeling her absolutely relishing and enjoying herself all over his swollen dick, and agitation that he did not get to experience those same feelings.

Brittany was breathing heavily. The buzzing of the bullet finally stopped. Her clitoris was still suffering from the phantom sense of vibrations, making her reluctant to even breathe. She found herself still bearing down upon that wonderful girth nestled within her, using it to unabashedly work through the remaining reflexes of her afterglow. At last, she gathered enough strength to lift off of him; up and forward just enough so that his boyhood was released.

She crawled on hands and knees toward his head, and rested her cheek against his. "That was... really good," she told him, giving him a bit of a nuzzle. "I'm... gonna... lie down," she said wearily, and began crawling away.

He watched her behind as her knees scraped and dragged along the carpet. Her petals were soaked with her nectar, slightly agape. She clambered up onto the couch with Kailey, who was now sitting up but still seemed lost in some kind of daze.

It was only now that his brain made some sense of what was going on. A bit of dread crept into him; a feeling akin to the one he got when he was waiting to get a vaccination. He now understood exactly what Brittany had done. She brought herself to climax, with his dick right where she wanted it, without any intention of helping him; and in fact, to leave him... _yearn_ing.

The rule never said they weren't allowed to cum. Just him.

He didn't even hear the footfalls, and wouldn't have noticed her had he not felt them through the carpet. He watched with one eye as she approached, the tip of her tail drifting just off the ground in a back-curve. She carried one of the toys in her hands, the wire dangling down a few inches from her clutches.

Lauren knelt at Justin's side, and set the rabbit-vibrator down near his waist. "Um," she said, her voice a bit low. "I just... thought you might want some company," she offered.

He couldn't help but smile, as much as he could with the tennis-ball gag jammed in his muzzle. Somehow, despite that he knew exactly what was about to happen, he didn't feel the same way toward Lauren as he felt toward Brittany. With the vixen, he felt used and frustrated; almost tricked. But the kitten beside him was merely innocently playing along in the older girls' game.

Put simply: she was cuter about it. And, for that, she could get away with what she was about to do.

She rested a hand on his chest, leaning close to him and looking into his eye. "You're... okay, right?"

He gave her a nod.

Her ears flattened, and she briefly looked back at the vixen before asking, in a much lower whisper. "You aren't mad at us, are you?"

He shook his head. Not mad... but quite a few other things. His thoughts were distracted when she made her move. He blinked, only able to watch as she squatted over his chest, her rear hovering for a few seconds as she eased herself down.

She leaned back a little, resting her palms on either side of his stomach. "Um... w-wanna look at my cutie?" She asked, her girlhood presented for his eyes to do just that.

He was more than happy to, even if it wasn't about all he could do in the moment. He calmly and quietly stared at her petite slit, the line of pink barely peeking through her damp labia.

She blushed, the quiet attention he gave her making her a little nervous. But she was enjoying it in a naughty way, and heightened it by putting all of her support onto one hand, so that her other could move to her mound. She used her fingers to pry her petals open, just like in her dream.

The pup's penis throbbed when he saw the deep pink of her flower as she coaxed it to bloom. The tip of her index finger began touching about, rubbing and tugging the exposed flesh in different directions. After a few moments of this, the finger went toward the little hole, and sunk in.

Her breath hitched as her finger entered, and she moved it about. "G-gotta make it n-nice and wet," she said, slipping it out and rubbing her nectar over her labia. She made a bit of a display out of arousing herself with her digit. She dipped it in, and quickly gave herself a bit of a fingering, before taking it out and smearing the juices she drew from her walls over her mound.

After a few sets of the activity, she changed her posture to sit more on him, and scooted herself up his chest a little more. She retrieved the rabbit-vibrator, and began rubbing the length of it over her damp mound.

"Wanna w-watch me use it for the first time?" She asked, feeling a little shy about talking naughty like that. "Wanna watch me m-make myself feel good 't--till I cum?"

His breathing became more audible through his nostrils. He propped his knees up, giving her a place to recline just a little. His eyes followed the lilac-colored dildo as she leaned back, pressing his puphood between his thighs. The plastic phallus was just barely translucent, and crystalline in theme, so that the light from the ceiling was caught inside of it.

"Okay," she said, her cheeks red and her words breathy, "I'm... gonna p--put it in..."

The tip of the dildo pointed to her little hole. The wolf pup held his breath along with her as the purple dick eased into her pink folds.

Her mouth opened wide and her chin pressed against her neck as the dildo stretched her small tunnel. Despite it being the smaller one, the material was harder to work into her, especially without the help of the lube. Eventually, with a bit of twisting and a few small grunts, she had the rabbit-ears just about touching her vulva.

"R--ready for me to turn it on?" She asked, reaching for the control. She watched as the pup merely blinked, and she bit her lip. "Th--three, two, one..."

Justin squirmed. The sudden and unbridled squeals and mews of overwhelming pleasure made him nearly dizzy with arousal. The notes of her ecstasy were like the strings to his marionette-control, sending him into a fit of trying to rub himself along her back as his ears listened to her.

The activity lasted only a moment, as she cut the vibrations. She panted, her breath carrying a note of pleasure still ringing in her throat. A tear trickled from the corner of her left eye, and she used the back of her hand to wipe it away. She set that hand back on the control-pad. Her other hand went to the vibrator, holding it steady.

With a held breath, she turned it on once again.

Her activities were less erratic this time, the vibrator turned on to low, but her vocalizations still made the pup squirm and gently buck. The longer he watched her hand manipulate the vibrator within her little girlhood, to tickle and stimulate different spots that all felt good, the more he wanted his own dick to be what touched those spots and brought the deep moans from her.

At some point, despite being overwhelmed by the pleasure, she managed to find her coordination amidst the tingles that scattered all through her body from her loins. The noises that her throat made were so naughty, and part of her still felt embarrassed about making them for the whole room to hear--but it was a small part of her, bombarded by waves of ecstasy that flooded her brain.

She craved more of that pleasure, and so her hand sought to twist and tweak the vibrator so that the rabbit-ears found her clitoris. When she felt the shock, her heart fluttered, and she quickly took it off. A second later, the pleasure made its way to the rest of her, and she blurted a guttural groan of gratification that came from deep within her chest.

Willing herself to bear it, she gritted her teeth, and pulled the base of the dildo up while aligning the rabbit-ears to her cherry, so that the flesh just inside the ceiling of her vaginal entrance, all the way to the nub, vibrated without relief.

It took only a few more seconds for the orgasmic tension in her muscles to wind, before snapping. She loosed her passion both vocally and physically. Her hands clutched onto the wolf's waist as her pelvis bucked with abandon, gently smacking the wire and bottom of the dildo upon his ribs.

The wolf squirmed with her, letting out muffled whimpers as her body so sensually wriggled and writhed in orgasm on top of him. It was almost painful to his loins to see it happen and not be able to join her in her throes; if not snuggled within her soft, warm cutie; or her wet, suckling mouth; then at least spurting his cream on her body, like he had done in the shower.

But alas, as she shut off the vibrator and panted heavily, reclined limply against his trembling knees, the only thing he managed to spurt was a copious amount of pre. By now, his arms had begun to go numb beyond what little shifting he could do would relieve. But, thankfully, the same girl whom had put him in this predicament arrived.

"C'mon, kitty," she said, slipping the vibrator from the girl's loins. "Wolfy's arms'll fall off."

The toy's removal unleashed a radiance of girlish perfume into the air. The nectar of her passion was cleaned from it by wiping it off on the pup's cheeks and neck. His eyes went lidded, calmly and softly growling as the odors of her orgasm drifted into his nose.

And then, his nose was filled with the fresh arousal of another flower. The diamond hovered over his nose and in his vision for a few seconds, feminine dew nearly dribbling from the soaked petals like a fresh mist condensing on a leaf. He raised his lips toward it, and was essentially smothered as she pressed herself upon his muzzle.

The tinkling of metal hit his ears, and his hands went limp upon the carpet, but he made no sudden movement. His hands were tugged and shaken, the pins and needles beginning to grow more intense as his arms had the strange desire to be back above his head.

His friend's satisfied grunts and fluttery moans were the dominant noise, second only to the smacking and squelching as her sopping mound rubbed and ground against his muzzle and gag. After a time, he titled his head to the side, nuzzling her as she cupped the back of his skull.

His legs flinched and spasmed as a shock of pleasure touched his tip. A gentle lick, that drew from him another dribble of pre. The licks were far too brief and apart for him to get any satisfaction from them, like a sink that dripped water only when the ears were used to the quiet and it would disturb and disrupt the most.

He turned his other cheek, gasping for breath every moment when his nostrils found a space of air. But the breath did not come without the heavy scent of her perfume, which made him tear; for he felt desperate to plug one of their sweet little cuties with his knot, and yet the potency of their perfume straight from the source made him dizzy, weak, and docile.

He closed his eyes, anticipating the next few moments once he heard the crescendo of her pleasured voice, and felt the quiver of her thighs and vulva against his cheeks.

Her honey gushed and flowed from her loins, bathing his face. He could do nothing but bear the pleasant feeling of his fur saturating with the thick, musky, distinctly bodily fluid. When she had calmed and quickly went into reverie, releasing his cradled head, he inhaled deeply.

Just then, amidst his nostrils inhaling the even fresher climax that drenched his fur in such an intimate way, his puphood was granted a glimpse of warmth and satisfaction. He groaned with a plea into the tennis-ball, his tongue pressing against it to try and force it out so his words could be heard.

But just as briefly as any lick he was given, the warmth receded, leaving him dissatisfied, frustrated, tense; yearning. Worse, he realized that his arms had been cuffed back around the chair, trapped once more.

He heard the TV once again. It was like he wasn't even in the room; they came to slake themselves on him and then went about their usual routine. The show that played served only as a bit of white-noise to his dulled and sleepy mind.

There was one morning where his dick was--at that time--harder than it had ever been in his life. It was the first time he remembered seeing his knot, and it was a bit of a shock to wake up to such a thing so stiff between his legs. He had thought something was wrong with it, or that it was having something like a Charlie-horse.

But now that he knew it was something natural and common, he remembered something beyond the initial shock. The swollen feeling in his bladder. That need to do his morning business. He stood long enough to get bored and finally sit down. It was uncomfortable having to tuck it underneath the seat and hold it down to point it at the bowl.

He sat for forever, squirming and occasionally breathing fast as he just wanted to pee! He could practically feel the muscles that cinched his bladder shut and kept the blood from escaping his engorged morning wood. It was like his body wouldn't listen to him; he couldn't control himself to relax.

Every time he kept feeling like he might finally relax, and the tension in his loins would give way, and his bladder would tingle with relief, the sheer thought of it all sent him back to square one.

He had sat so long his legs started to go numb.

Then, finally, after what had felt like hours, he awoke from a snooze when he heard the slight ringing of his stream blasting against the porcelain curve. His body quivered with relief, and he actually let out what might have been the closest thing to a moan of pleasure at the time. He even had to rest in a kind of afterglow.

Right now, he wasn't stiff. He had actually calmed down a little bit. He might have even dozed off like he had in his memory, from the strain of having his toes against the line and yet kept from crossing it. But just as he realized that he was soft and had lost focus, now that he was alert he began to stiffen once again.

He realized that it was quiet. Either the episode had ended, or they just stopped watching. He had a swell of panic; he couldn't actually determine how long he had been like this.

Where was Ashly? Did she know? Was she purposefully stalling to keep him from getting any relief or gratification? Had he made her angry, somehow?

"Did you get all stiff cuz you knew I was comin'?"

He flinched at the whisper, the breath tickling the little hairs in his ears.

"I wanted to have my turn a while ago," she said, "but Brittany said you had to calm down a little, first."

He felt the arms and legs of the black kitten bump his own as she slithered over him. Her stomach pressed fully onto his, and her hands wrapped about his torso, giving him a bit of a hug.

"I dunno what's taking Ashy so long, but I kinda hope I get a whole turn, too." She admitted. "I've been ready to do this since before you got here, and now my cutie's all wiggly with excitement... so I'm gonna snuggle you in, okay?"

He emitted a grumble of acknowledgement. He was at least given a kiss. Sure, Alexis wasn't as cute as her sister--she was actually quite a bit like Brittany if he had to be honest. But, he still couldn't get too upset at her for what she was about to do.

He knew he wasn't going to get to have any satisfaction. He knew this was going to be, in a way, a bit torturing. But, as she scooted back on him, rubbing her belly and chest over his, he couldn't help but want some kind of attention, even if it would ultimately leave him dissatisfied in the end.

He noticed something was a little odd as soon as she started guiding his tip to her petite flower. Something else was in there, he could tell. His tip bumped against it, beginning to push it in as she slowly eased herself down on him.

He opened his eyes. He could clearly see her mound, for she was squatting over him, guiding him with her hand behind her rear, as if to give him this vantage on purpose. The pink wire, still kinked from being coiled up until maybe a few days ago, traveled up toward her slit.

His tip finally slipped in, which pushed the vibrating egg ahead of him deeper as well.

She let out soft mews and squeaks as she coordinated the effort of fitting his girth into her snug flower, while at the same time making sure the little bullet didn't go off track. Her heart desperately wanted to just sink down on him and feel him throb deep inside her, but the crazy idea she had was enough to quell that desire.

Plus, she might not be able to resist letting him cum in her if there wasn't something between his tip and where she wanted it to be.

After a few moments, she let out an excited moan. Everything was in place. Using his dick like a kind of ramrod, she had the egg-vibrator nestled right into her suction-cup. Her heart began to pound with anticipation as she steeled herself for what was about to happen to her.

She returned to lying upon his stomach, her cheek resting upon his sternum. While her left arm held him in a vague hug, her right groped about for the controller. She found it, and just like her sister worked up the nerve to actually start it.

Unlike her sister, she did not give a tease and then stop. Alexis turned the vibrator on and rolled the controller out of reach. She held onto the wolf, the vibrations stimulating her from deep within.

Justin felt them, as well. But it was so dull, like his dick had gone as numb as his face when he went to get a cavity filled. He foggily deduced that the lubricant had something to do with it, as he recalled the feeling first came about only after it was applied. Depending on how long ago that was, it had taken more of an effect on him. Made him less sensitive to pleasure, as ointment had once dampened an irritating itch.

But from the sounds that came from the kitten, she was all but drowning in pleasure. No doubt her wildest desires were being indulged, for the egg buzzed aggressively at his tip; and, on the other side, her cervix.

He opened his eyes and looked to her at last, coming to terms with his lack of satisfaction. His own acceptance of it may have even contributed to it, a cognitive dissonance preventing him from enjoying what played out before his eyes.

He could at least find the moment to appreciate all the little details, being so sober.

Her expression was adorable. Her face twisted in that confusing grimace that was of pleasure, but also appeared of pain. She suddenly found the focus to look at him, albeit with pupils that rapidly crossed and twitched.

Her body convulsed over his, as if she was having a mild seizure or an intense blood-rush. Her snug passage kneaded and squeezed with a kind of intensity that would otherwise have him gushing into her.

He gently bucked his hips. In response, her body lurched, her hold on him securing. He bucked again, the numbness staving off the otherwise uncomfortable feeling of his tip essentially jabbing against the bullet.

To say she enjoyed the bucking was an understatement. It was like the final bit of pressure that cracked the tension stressing a gigantic pane of glass. Just as she thought her body was beginning to get a handle on the stimulation her suction-cup was bearing, he disrupted her concentration with a sharp lance of pleasure that paralyzed her for just a second.

This went on for a short while. Each time, her eyes would roll around. Her body would spasm. Her throat would blurt out a cry of pleasure that had an inflection of begging for more; each one a higher pitch than the last.

Finally, he shattered the glass.

For a full five seconds, he pressed the buzzing bead against her cervix with his tip. It actually gave him a sense of genuine pleasure, but he could only bear the discomfort against his tip for so long. But, by the time he let off, she was already in the throes of her orgasm.

His heart skipped beats as her lips pressed to his chest, moaning into his fur. Her body convulsed and squirmed all over him, and all around him.

He was beginning to enjoy experiencing their orgasms, despite not meeting his own desires. Left without the gratification of relieving his semen into their immature wombs, he was free to witness and feel their moments of passion in great detail.

So long as he was not under the influence of their potent perfumes.

Suddenly, the vibrations halted.

"What the hell is going on?"

The question wasn't threatening or angry in any way, but Alexis still scrambled to try and get off of Justin's dick. Her sister wound up forcing her to calm down, while also answering the question.

"S-s-sorry, Ash, w-we were just... um..."

Alexis squeaked when Justin's tip slipped from her, and she held onto her sister for support.

"Kailey let me know you were a little worried about how we'd all behave while you weren't around."

The skunkette's posture slumped in guilt and shame.

"Okay..." the rabbit replied, glancing at the wolf in his bonds. "So how did that translate into 'tie my boyfriend up and fuck him silly?'"

The vixen tossed the key. "We were good girls," she countered.

Alexis let out another squeak as her sister gently tugged the egg-vibrator past her sensitive vulva.

Brittany continued, "I made a rule: he doesn't get to cum unless you're around."

"But you obviously do," she said, kneeling down to free him.

"We all did," Kailey admitted.

"I'm not mad, Kay," the rabbit insisted, the chains rattling as the cuffs slackened.

The skunkette relaxed.

"You'd better strip down and get ready," the vixen warned.

"Why?" Ashly questioned, pulling the tennis-ball gag out of her boyfriend's mouth.

He took in a gasp of air, turning his head to the side.

"Take a look at the bottle."

The rabbit surveyed about, and found the bottle nearby. She reached and retrieved it, glancing at the label.

"That's the one I kept secret," Brittany reminded. "It makes him a little numb, so he's supposed to last longer... but I kinda decided to use it for a little 'orgasm denial."

"Orgasm denial?" Lauren asked the obvious.

"It's when someone gets to the point where they almost cum, but then something keeps them from actually cumming," the vixen explained to the kitten--as well as the room. "The more the person is denied, the more desperate they get, to where they almost just kinda... give up. Then, when you finally let them cum..." Brittany smiled at the rabbit. "Just... give him a few minutes. We had him going for an hour and a half or so, but to him it probably felt like days."

Ashly looked to her lover's puphood, and saw how swollen and needy it was. She could see it throbbing, aching for release with each beat of his heart. She wanted to be upset and angry at what Brittany had done, but seeing him like that made other thoughts and feelings come first.

The first thing she felt was sympathy.

He was clearly dazed, and she could smell the pungent odor of feminine honey all over him. They all knew what effect that had on him, and judging by the concentration, he was probably under its spell big-time.

Then she felt a bit nervous.

He looked so detached from reality, lying still and breathing evenly as if trying to pretend like he wasn't there. His arms slowly worked their way back to his sides, and he became more alert as they got closer.

Then, she felt excitement.

He was throbbing, his thighs and legs twitching and flexing. As he got his bearings, he looked at her more and more desperately, as if silently pleading for her to release him from his frustrations, just as she had released him from the cuffs and gag.

She peeled off her shirt, and shimmied her skirt and panties down her legs. Her eyes flitted from his puphood to his face, watching as he, too, became more excited. In the few moments that passed, she wondered what he would do--a dozen fantasies flew through her mind like channels flipping on the television.

Taking a deep breath, she decided on what to do. She leaned over him, and kissed him. "When you're ready..." She said, and swiveled about, crawling away from him on hands and knees. When she was a few feet away, she looked back at him, and spread her knees a little to widen her thighs. She reached back, and pulled the petals of her flower apart. "When you're ready," she repeated.

He began to fidget and wring his hands, trying to work through the pins and needles that much faster. Even still, it took a few moments longer than either desired for him to finally roll over onto his hands and knees.

He crawled over to her, his nose dipping toward her mound. Like a feral, he closed his eyes and sniffed the flower that so enticed him, appreciating its lustful scent. His tongue drew across the petals, lazily dragging over the warm, soft flesh as a message of preparation.

Ashly's fingers lost their vantage as he mounted her. The throbbing pecker between his legs nudged her labia, sending little pangs of pleasure that blossomed out of her thighs. She had to prop herself with both hands when he finally slid into her, and let out the most relieved moan she had ever heard.

She could feel him throbbing in her cunny. She counted seven pulses, and then sensed it just a hair's-twitch before it happened.

The low growl he gave turned into a squeal as he thrust aggressively, and his knot popped into her. Though she was not that wet, he was lubricated from Alexis's recent passion enough to manage the deed. The sting of her tender privates suddenly stretching apart was sharper than usual, given how unprepared she was for it to happen so soon. Normally she was much more aroused from his gentle churning, but he had skipped that part entirely.

And though she was initially a bit angry at first, despite not being able to express it from the shock of the deed, it left her quickly. She reminded herself that he was already far along in his needs, and Brittany did warn her.

As his weight rested on her, his arms holding her about her torso, she was in two minds. One was disappointed that he seemed more interested in sating his desires in her, without regard to her own kindling heat. The other found a kind of delight in the idea that he was doing just that.

She closed her eyes and let out a pleasant hum as he began a rather erratic and desperate jerking within her.

His puphood tugged and jabbed, but it was like he hadn't caught the gear yet and still spun on his axle.

She twisted her torso to touch her fingers to his cheek and whisper for him to relax. She continued to coax him to slow down, convincing him he wasn't getting anywhere, all while he whimpered and whined with frustration.

Finally, panting heavily and shaking, he took a reluctant break.

"Let's see..." She thought aloud, "If I just move a little..." She closed her eyes, trying to picture their coupling in her mind. She experimentally shifted and flexed her abdomen for a few moments, before she let out a gasp. "Oh," she cooed against his cheek, "there we go."

She tingled with anticipation. She had managed to align his tip with her cervix, the goal she felt he was working towards. She kissed him, supporting his chin in her palm. "C'mon sweety," she encouraged. "Don't hold it in too much longer. Let it all out, right into my tummy."

It thrilled her to say those words. They also embarrassed her, in a way; with the others there, she didn't quite want to say exactly what had come to her mind. But the words had gotten her the results she craved.

Her cervix was jabbed as he started his restrained pace. She encouraged the actions right away: pressing his cheek to hers, and calling his name and moaning. It was partly natural, partly deliberate--and the latter was quickly becoming unnecessary.

The ripples of pleasure made her whole body quiver and squirm, always recovering from his rapid jabbing. That it lacked a heavy thrust made it all the more pleasurable to the firm ring of tissues. Eventually the quick shocks of motion blended into a dull, numb sense of pressure.

After a while, his jabs became focused presses.

Her body relaxed in a receptive manner. As if the tight ring had been in a fight and tired out, weakened. With each press, a distinct feeling pronounced itself more and more. A feeling of stretching and tight penetration.

Eventually, he could not retreat.

Her eyes went cross and her vision blurry. His tip slipped in, further yet than ever before. Her whole body became a little weak. She had never felt this sustained intrusion so acutely, before.

He began to whine and whimper again. He sounded so desperate, so frustrated, so anguished.

"Shh," she cooed, warm tears forming in her eyes. "What's wrong sweety? You're almost there..." Her fingertip stroked his chin. "Just picture it: your knot plugging me up, your tip snuggled in my tummy ready to fill me up with your warm cream." She shivered at her own words. "I don't care if you took those pills or not--all I need is just one little drop," she insisted, punctuating her statement with a whine of her own. "Please?" She squinted her eyes, and flexed her pelvis. "My tummy's begging for it."

She felt him lurch. A high-pitched, canid squeal hit her ears, making her heart skip a beat. The tears trickled down her cheeks when he swelled in her, stretching her strained flesh that much more. Then, she felt it. Everything. All of it.

By now, she was usually in the throes of her own orgasm. A quivering, squirming, convulsing mess of pleasure, ecstasy, and femininity. But she had not been properly built up to that point, and the thought of being a vessel for him to release his pent-up frustrations wasn't that much of a naughty thought to set her off all by itself.

She remained sober.

She couldn't decide which she enjoyed more: joining him, or witnessing him.

After he swelled, the heat of his puphood raised enough that she could almost distinguish it from her own flesh. It trembled within her, the muscles of his perineum fluttering with over-excitement. But quickly, he began to throb, and oh how she enjoyed that feeling. It started at his knot, quickly shooting down his length, and then finally bursting at his tip. His warm, gooey passion spurted out.

After several spurts, she began to feel the sensation of his semen pooling in her uterus. She became satisfied in a way that only he could make her feel. A way she didn't know at all how to put to words, despite thinking about how to do so for days.

She wished she could have this feeling in the same way she could feel happy or sad. To feel her vulva stretched, her vagina filled, her cervix penetrated, and his boyish essence settling in her womb. But, then, if she could draw this feeling from nothing, and if she could feel it any time she wanted, she knew it wouldn't feel as wonderful as it did right now--when it actually happened.

His weight became a bit too much for her. She slowly eased down to lie on her tummy. It was nice, him laying upon her. It was a challenge to breathe at first, but with a few adjustments they were comfortably upon one another.

The TV turned on, and for a moment she actually found herself listening to it. But after just a few short minutes, the commercials came on, and she went back into her own mind, closing her eyes.

She began to wonder why it was that he tied. Not in this particular instance, but in general. She knew she could look it up, but was too embarrassed. She thought about asking him, but that embarrassed her, too. So, she left it to her own thoughts and fantasies.

The explanation that she liked the most--that is, the one that made her squirmy and damp--was that he wanted to settle inside her after his climax in a way that she couldn't deny him. To bask in the afterglow, still wrapped in her warmth, reluctant to leave her soothing and pleasurable embrace.

Those thoughts began making her itch. The kind of itch that tickled all along the walls that squeezed and resisted about his girth and length. A nettle of nerves that craved stimulation and pleasure through his churning and thrusting.

She tried to soothe it at first, but their position gave her no leverage. All she could do was tickle the itch further, taunting herself by what was so close, and yet so far.

Then, she actively thought against appeasing it. He had been forced to endure stimulation without relief. It her stomach tense with dread, but a self-imposed denial began to form in her mind, out of curiosity and excitement.

The way he had so wantonly claimed her and used her for pleasure. She wondered what it felt like, to have her toes on the line without stepping over, only to be yanked back. To come so close to crossing that desired threshold, and yet to falter the very last step.

When she finally took that step, what would it feel like? How would she behave; a needy and desperate animal like him? Maybe he would like that. To be craved and hungered for, to hear her beg and plead for him to relieve her of her spell, by relieving himself into her womb.

Suddenly, she felt the swelling in her loins shift. The rigidity softened. A few seconds later, her vulva felt a sense of relaxation and limpness. She squirmed as his tip slipped free of her cervix, and began receding from her depths.

She bit her lip. Already she was a bit agitated that her urges were left unsatisfied. She gently rolled, and he slipped off of her and onto his back. She cupped her mound, and awkwardly started to get up.

Kailey leaned over and offered hands to help her up.

Ashly thanked her friend.

"Hey..." the skunkette looked over at the others, still watching the TV, and maybe absent-mindedly touching themselves. "Can we... talk?" She asked, in a hushed voice.

"Yeah, sure," the rabbit replied, in an equally hushed tone, which hid her tremor.

Together, they left the room, and went to the bathroom, for some semblance of privacy.

For the walk down the hall, Ashly kept a hand over her genitals. She could feel the gooey, slippery semen squish around inside of her. Unfortunately, it felt just like the nights when she had to use a cream on her rear, and so it quietly embarrassed her more than aroused her.

The skunkette entered first, and the rabbit locked the door behind her.

"What's up?" Ashly asked.

Kailey took in a big breath. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tell Brittany about the whole... cumming when you're not around, thing," she said, her ears and tail drooping a bit. "She... used one of those lubes on me, and..." She shivered, her left hand idly cupping her mound.

The rabbit released her own mound in order to wrap her friend in a close hug. She let out a giggle, giving her friend a kiss.

The knot in Kailey's chest loosened. She hugged her friend back, apology either accepted, or unnecessary in the first place.

Their lips eventually touched, their chests and tummies rubbing together as they squeezed one another tightly.

The skunkette felt warmth on her thigh as she shifted to ease the stiffness in her leg. She broke the kiss. "Y--you're leaking," she observed. "C--can I ha--have a taste?" Her words stalled from arousal rather than embarrassment or nerves.

"If I can taste you," she replied with a sultry grin.

The skunkette swallowed, and let go of her friend.

The rabbit made room so that her friend could lie on her back upon the shaggy bathroom mat that went along the sink, feet toward the tub. She hovered over her friend, quickly settling her cheek against on the skunkette's thigh.

Kailey licked her lips as she saw the bit of cream that covered her friend's mound. As soon as the bunny was settled, she placed her tongue flat upon the doe's vulva, collecting the feminine-diluted seed all at once. It was salty and a little bitter, and truth-be-told she had to clench her jaw until she was used to it. After she became accustomed to the taste and texture, she spread her friend's folds just enough to expose the inner vestibule, and began teasing the vaginal opening.

Ashly gasped and let out little whimpers as the tip of her friend's tongue teased the warm, sensitive entrance to her intimate channel. She was still a bit tender from the tie, but the gentle flicks of the tongue soothed her more than irritated.

She set to work tasting her friend. Though, she was less interested in tasting and more interested in just continuing the sensual play. Her boyfriend sating himself with her, as opposed to along with her, was a thrill she wanted to figure out how to explain, but it also left her yearning as well.

The skunkette tasted a bit differently from before. It must have been the lubricant Brittany had used--and Ashly wondered which one.

It could have been the one they used on Justin. But, with the way Kailey was moaning and squirming beneath her, it didn't seem like she was numb to her tongue circling inside her rippling tunnel. She tried to recall what the other two were, but only remembered that one was Peppermint, or something like that. She certainly didn't taste any of that on her tongue, now a few minutes into the sixty-nine.

It must have been the third one. She wondered what it was, but the thought left rather quickly. She would find out later, after looking at the bottles.

The door-knob jiggled, and then there came a knock.

The two paused, mutually terrified at the sudden disturbance. It was like they both shared the same flash of thought: that a parent had come and was about to catch them; together, naked, their flowers sopping wet with spit, arousal, and--in the rabbit's case--semen.

"Are you gonna be done soon? I really gotta go," the little voice spoke with an urgent mew.

Both girls let out a collective sigh, Ashly lifting off to stand up. Her ankles and knees popped from the awkward position as she stood.

The skunkette blinked when a few drops of mixed fluids landed on her cheek, when the rabbit's body tensed to make the stand. Her fingertips gently clung to her friend, as if reluctant to let her go. But her hands fell limp, and she remained still; feeling the heat in her cheeks and the lingering pleasure tingling in her thighs.

Lauren heard the door unlock and barged in almost as soon as it started opening. She bit her lip and bobbed up and down on her feet as she waited for Kailey to sit up and move to the side. At last, she went to the toilet and sighed with relief, her tinkling hitting all of their ears.

It was only halfway through that she blushed, the other girls exchanging glances as they listened to her urinating. It was even worse when it neared the end, and the last few little trickles squirted out. Somehow, she managed through the embarrassment and ripped a few sheets of toilet paper free to wipe herself.

Her ears flicked when she heard the door shut, as she turned and shut the lid, so that when she flushed it didn't bother them. She looked to the exit, and saw the rabbit leaning against it.

Ashly cupped her groin, pressing her palm tightly to her folds, and clenched her abdomen, all in an effort to keep the semen where it was. "You... wanna clean out his... cum?" She offered to the kitten.

Lauren's heart instantly sped up, and her cheeks reddened. "I-if you wan' me 'ta..." she replied, focusing on the rabbit's feet. A fumbling noise caught her attention and she looked toward the tub.

Kailey was kneeling in it, facing out toward them. "It tastes different," she said, biting her lip. "Maybe cuz we had him teetering on the edge for so long?"

Or maybe cuz it's not mixed with my cum, the rabbit thought, heading toward the tub. She sat on the edge, her back to the skunkette.

Kailey wrapped her arms around Ashly's waist, bracing the rabbit as she widened her legs. "Here kitty-kitty-kitty-kitty," Kailey teased, using one hand to pat the rabbit's thigh.

Silently, Lauren knelt in front of Ashly, a bit of a rift between her and the rabbit. Looking up out of one last shred of shyness, she saw Ashly lick her lips in anticipation. She crawled forward on her hands, her muzzle leveling with the rabbit's flower.

Ashly gasped at the contact: the tickle of the kitten's whiskers, and the dragging of a tongue along her slit. She squirmed, her cheeks beginning to burn. She was supported, and also held in place, by her best friend.

The kitten went to work, her tongue extending out into the bunny's hole, running along the bottom to tease morsels of semen out. The dribbles of cum were further encouraged by the rabbit's tunnel constricting around the muscle.

Ashly let out gasps and hitches as the kitten's tongue receded. The texture gently snagged at her tender walls, giving her an acute sense of where it was. After each recession, the kitten would audibly gulp and swallow.

One of Kailey's hands wandered up her friend's tummy, the fingertips tracing upward until they fell upon a nipple. She cupped it, rubbed it, and gently pinched and twisted it, all the while holding its bearer steady. She began setting kisses upon her friend's back, and giving her own licks.

Now and again the kitten would run her tongue along the outside of the rabbit's vulva, to collect the drool and bits of semen that clung to the downy fur about her petals.

Ashly desired for the kitten's tongue to, either accidentally or purposefully, snag her clitoris; and at the same time, she dreaded it. Breathing heavily and gasping, she fought the urges to splay her knees, lean back, and press the kitten's muzzle firmly against her flower, and grind against her.

"L--Laur, s-stop," the rabbit said with a squeak.

The kitten drew away almost before the word stop, as if anticipating it. "D--did I do something wrong?" She was quick to ask.

The rabbit winced, her cunny throbbing in protest at the abrupt cease of pleasure. "N--no, I--" she quivered as she resisted the temptation to orgasm. "I d-don't wan--na c-cum," she managed to explain.

Then, Ashly hissed. The pain was a sharp sting, but much more startling than painful. At first, she wanted to squeal and protest at her best friend for hurting her. But, when she realized that the threat of spilling her honey was now a distant thought, she understood what Kailey was doing.

"Th--thanks," she said, rubbing the underside of her arm where the skunkette had pinched her, and added: "I think."

"No problem," Kailey replied, flashing a smile.

"Thanks, Laur," the rabbit said, tousling the kitten's head as she stood up. "Doesn't feel as slippery in there, now."

"Um... W--Welcome," the kitten replied, bashfully.

"Wash your face and hands, kay?" The skunkette instructed, also getting out of the tub and stretching. "We'll wait outside for ya." She batted at the bunny with the back of her hand, ushering her to move. Out in the hall, she coaxed her friend to take a few more steps away from the door. "Did you cum when he was in you?" She asked.

The rabbit shook her head.

"You're... not gonna do... what I think you're gonna do... are you?"

Ashly averted her gaze. She shivered when Kailey gave her a tight hug.

"Good luck with that," the skunkette said, letting go.

"Ready," the kitten said as she dashed out of the bathroom.

The trio went back to the den, quietly opening the door.

"Mmmmmnnnngh..." Alexis groaned with frustration.

The trio entered, quietly making their way to the couch while the black kitten was busy mounted on the wolf, his head nestled in the vixen's lap.

"Justy!" She growled, lifting up with shaking legs and arms. "You're knot got too big. It's getting in the way!"

The wolf pup gasped as he saw a couple inches of his dick slip free of her tight, warm embrace. He winced when her fingers slipped between his knot and his pelvis, gently holding him steady. He squirmed when she sank back down, and pressed his penis up into her.

"Poor kitty," the vixen cooed. "Her cutie's just too snug and sexy for the wolf's big dick to go where she wants it."

"Nnn--nope, a-almost..."

Justin whimpered, the tension was only just a little uncomfortable. His knot was being squeezed, but not around its girth like he would have most certainly enjoyed. The only thing that made up for it was the flower he was buried in; it was so silky-soft and warm, having already cum at least once. It wriggled and squirmed with her movements, as she tried desperately to regain the angle and position she had gotten just a few moments before his knot threw everything out of wack.

And then, she let out a squeal.

He felt a rush of heat over his cheeks. His tip slotted into the little recess at the back of her tunnel, and it gently settled all around him with a slight pressure. It was like a gentle kiss, so sweetly sensual to his sensitive, tapered tip.

Fluttery moans escaped the kitten's lips, and her body spasmed and clenched as she began to gently grind herself against his tip as best she could. Glitter showered her vision, and she just kept thinking of how the real thing felt so much better than the vibrator, just because it was warm and throbbing, and ready burst with cum.

"Oooh," she moaned, "it feels so good when your cum gushes against my suction cup." Her heart skipped a beat when he yipped. "Cum in me Justy, right there... please? No egg this time..."

A few moments later, Brittany snaked a hand between her legs, and gathered her nectar onto her palm. She quietly rubbed it over the wolf's muzzle, and covered his nose for a few seconds. During that time, his body began to tremble, and as soon as she felt the back of his neck tense, she let his muzzle free.

Alexis let out a gratified moan, and began curling a little before her body began lurching and squirming in response.

The vixen eased the wolf's head back in her lap, stroking his chin as he let out light whimpers through his nose.

The other three watched quietly as the wolf and kitten worked their way through their orgasms.

Lauren had taken Kailey's hand and was suckling on the skunkette's thumb.

Ashly tried her best to breathe evenly. She tried not to imagine the bliss the kitten was going through--and yet, it made her think only of it. The way his tip nestled into her cervix, his girth resisting the constriction of her walls. The way his semen squirted forth and filled that place deep inside her tummy, letting her feel that part of her body for a brief bit of time. But she could put one more feeling that the kitten couldn't: the way his knot plugged her entrance, to keep him pleasantly snug inside her cutie for a while.

A tear snuck down the bridge of her nose.

This was going to be an unbearable ordeal.