You are accosted by two chocolate colored Kemono girls while on the train home. Hilarity ensues.

Tags: Greentext format, Second person POV, Kemonomimi, FFM Threesome, Bunny Girl, Tiger/Wolf Girl, Muscular female, Toned female, dark skinned female, dominant female, mild femdom, Teasing, outercourse, intercourse, Nakadashi, wholesome, ear rubbing, crossing boundaries, dubious consent



>you were going home on the subway 
>late, but not as late as you hoped
>it practically was a turn around trip
>you had gone all the way down to main to see your girlfriend when you got that text
>the one you knew was coming, but hoped could wait
>or at least could be said in person
>”I don’t feel like seeing you anymore. It’s just that you're better as an acquaintance.”
>Not even better as a brother, or a friend
>it felt terrible, but you’d expected it 
>Nothing she hadn't done before
>Not that it helped the sting be any less
>It always felt like you wanted to see her, but, it felt like she never wanted to see you
>Of course she said it was always just in your head
>And that you should just be thankful she was your girlfriend at all
>The subway stopped, opening the doors
>You let out a sigh, holding your head in your hand
>as soon as the train had subway had stopped, it started back up again
>if you had wanted to get off for any reason, it was too late now
>no more stops, just the long, half hour stretch until you got to your home
>you could sleep or nap in safety
>have a blank mind and not think about it 
>afterall, not like anyone was on here with you
>so you decided to lean your head back, close your eyes, and try to keep the tears from coming to your face
>”Wow, can you smell that Gaill?”
>”I mean, come on Merke, how could you NOT smell it?”
>the vaguely familiar voices enunciate their words so perfectly, it’s as if you’re in a dream
>you feel the seat lurch as your eyes snap open
>something, no, two large somethings hit the same long bench you’re on
>you suddenly realize you’re flanked on either side by…
>...oh…
>You can't help but dart your head back and forth as you try to comprehend the two girls you see on your sides
>Both are massive. They would have to stoop down far to enter the train, and they for sure wouldn't be able to even stand up straight. 
>And of course, even if they did stoop, their ears…
>Their animalistic ears are still scraping the ceiling as they sit
>They both look similar, but different
>One set of ears is obviously that of a rabbit, while the other, looks to be more like a wolf or a tiger 
>Their dark, chocolate tan skin contrasting with the white of their hair
>Their outfits are just as contrasting
>Maybe they had just come from the gym?
>That would explain the outfits
>The bunny wore what looked like a loose, open track jacket that didn't bother to cover the cream colored sports bra underneath, nevertheless her extremely toned body
>the sports bra being just as tight against her chest as the pair of nylon spats were against her strong thighs 
>not that you could see much of the spats under the decorative matching skirt she wore, the fluffiness of it matching the leg warmers that went up to her knees
>the tiger girl was much more modest, and less flashy
>a baggy white hoody, with matching sweatpants that didn’t show as much of her figure 
>but her arms…
>you could tell she was just as ripped as the rabbit
>afterall, the sleeves had been torn off her jacket, exposing her bare, strong arms 
>not cut
>ripped
>like an animal attacked it
>yes, definitely from the gym
>and they didn’t care who saw them
>girls dressed like them would often try to avoid a dejected looking sap like yourself
>and yet… these two didn’t
>….why?
>Their faces crack into wide, very white smiles, obviously relishing your confusion
>There should have been some noise of them moving onto the train, at least other movement 
>You only heard and felt them because they WANTED you to notice them…
>...but why?
>”Really though Gaill, we have to do something about this smell. I can’t stand it!” Says the rabbit eared one, smiling smugly
>”I know what you mean Merke, it’s just too strong… Makes me wonder the source…” responds the pointy, cat eared girl, her eyes lingering on you
>What smell could they even be talking about?
>You did shower, put on deodorant, and sprayed a nice amount of cologne not even a few hours ago 
>Before you can think further a sensation sends tingles dowm your spine
>The rabbit eared girl, Merke, is huffing the crook of your neck
>”oohh, Gaill? I think I know EXACTLY Where its coming from…” She says with a cocky tone to her voice
>Another shiver runs down your back as Gaill, the tiger eared girl, takes a deep inhale of the crook of your neck
>”mmm, I see… so very strong… it’s definitely him” She grumbles with a low chuckle. 
>You can't help but shiver in nervousness at the proximity of these two women
>And their mentions of that smell…
>”W-What smell? I-I’m sorry If i don’t smell good… but what smell?” you manage to eek out in a quiet voice
>The two girls immediately burst out in laughter
>”Oh come on Anon, I think you know what we're talking about!”
>”Yeah Anon, if we couldn't smell it on you we could see it in your face.”
>Their usage of your name takes you aback
>How could they….
>The familiarity of them suddenly strikes you with its reasoning why
>Them
>The two girls from the gym
>You had gone to the gym a few times with your girlfriend, but stopped
>Because of them 
>You had gone alone once and bumped into the duo 
>Happy, jovial, and most of all, friendly
>They had invited you to spot them, to which you had obliged
>After a nice time, you’d taken their phone numbers and decided to keep a correspondence
>This did not make your then girlfriend happy
>after yelling at you in the gym parking lot, you decided to break off any contact with them
>They had asked you about it the next time you went to the gym with your GF
>A big mistake, considering she yelled at them for a solid half hour until they left
>You had thought they would have forgotten about you, or at least, would never have wanted to talk to you again….
>But here they are
>One on either side of you, grinning, happy, leaning in close…
>Maybe a little too close…
>It still did not explain what they meant though
>”I-I.. I don’t understand.”
>Merke leans in close, huffing your neck again, while Gaill takes a long, hard inhale
>”Your sadness, dude.” Merke says 
>”The scent of it is spilling off you like the stink of a fish, Anon.” Finishes Gaill
>You suddenly become very aware of how beast people can smell the scents of emotions like a person can read a face
>You feel your cheeks flush red in embarrassment
>”So whats eating you Dude? You seem glum.” Asks Merke
>”Yeah. Why are you all alone on a Friday night?” Asks Gaill
>They have a knowing look to their eyes
>You first try to brush them off
>Say it’s nothing
>but they lean in
>insisting 
>their chocolate colored eyes pleading with you
>that’s enough to get you to break
>you spill it all to them
>first, just about the date 
>but then about the relationship as a whole
>How you wanted to love her, but she made it so hard
>And how you were the only one who ever puts in effort
>But you finish it by telling them you didn’t truly mind it
>She was right, you were lucky to have her
>Because she’s right in the fact that there's not really anyone else who would accept you
>You let all this out
>The two girls hearing you out
>Listening intently
>Not talking, but making faces and slight disapproving, pitying noise
>You eventually finish your tale, and sit silently
>And then feel a hand go on either of your shoulder
>Rubbing it intently 
>”Sounds like you've had a rough time man.” You hear Merke say
>”Undoubtedly. Girlfriend sounds like a piece of work in my opinion. Maybe it was for the best that she dumped you.” Growls Gaill
>You try to say otherwise, but remain silent
>”But hey dude, since you got a free night, how about you make the most of it?” Pipes in Merke, bunny ears twitching
>You raise an eyebrow at her
>”Not a bad idea. Not like youre doing anything, or that your girlfriend would mind. After all, she’s out of the picture. Just because you’re not going with her tonight doesn't mean that you can't have fun.”
>That is… True enough
>You're already dressed and clean
>And of course, the girls are right, not like you can’t have fun by yourself
>it would be nice to get your mind off the sudden break up
>....
>But what are you even going to do?
>You ask as much to Merke and Gaill 
>And the quick thoughts of having fun on your own begin to die as soon as they were born 
>”Why not just hang out with us?” Blurts out Merke, almost a little to quick
>”A novel idea.” Responds Gaill 
>Go with them?
>But… 
>Can you even do that?
>you ask
>And they laugh
>”Oh come on dude, you’ll be fine. We don’t bite, unless you want us to.” Says Merke with a grin 
>”Yeah, you’ll be fine. There's nothing wrong with hanging out with friends, even if they're girls. Not like you have a girlfriend to tell you that you can’t.” Says Gaill
>”Besides, we can’t just let you go home sad and alone. It wouldn't feel right to us.” Remarks the bunny girl, making a pouty face, leaning close
>”Yeah, come on Anon. You don’t want to spread your sadness to us too, do you?” Asks the wolfish girl, lips in a tight forced frown 
>You look at the two girls, uncertainty playing itself out in your mind
>on one hand, you dont think you should go
>You should just go home, maybe take a shower, and try not to think about the breakup too much 
>But on the other hand…
>”I… Why not?” 
>The two girls grins turn wide and mischievous
>”I’m so glad you're joining us dude.”
>”Yeah, we promise, we're going to help turn that frown upside down.”


>you feel a small breath of relief at that
>you’re not sure what you’ll do, but, it’ll be fun
>….hopefully
>but still, you can’t help but still think about what happened 
>your face losing its sudden relief as the reality sets back in
>she could have had the politeness to tell you in person 
>are you that bad?
>Were you that terrible of a boyfriend?
>was it really-
>”Hey Anon, you look… tense.” you hear Gaill say
>”Yeah, I agree. I can see the stress all over you dude.” Merke agrees
>their words bring you back to the present in the train 
>you try to tell them it’s nothing 
>just soreness
>you hear Gaill make a “tsk” sound
>”whatever it is, you shouldn’t be dealing with it. Your shoulders look bad. Come here…” she says, leaning towards you more
>”you need a shoulder rub. Just to let out some of that tension. It’s making me in pain just looking at you. Get over here.” She says, gesturing to herself
>you try to protest, but take a look at Gaill
>her stern face shows there is no arguing with her
>you get out of your seat and stand in front of her, unsure what to do
>Gaill stares you in the eyes without any change of demeanor 
>then her hands move
>it goes to the zipper of her white sleeveless hoodie, and she unzips it 
>she flares it open, exposing her outfit underneath
>you physically flinch as the sight hits you
>underneath that baggy hoodie is just a tight white tank top
>sheer, almost to the point of transparency 
>the hoodie concealed her chest, to the point of extreme modesty 
>now exposed, you could see her breasts were easily the size of your head
>the color of their flesh apparent like a mountain in the fog through the thin material
>”sit down” she said, motioning to her lap
>her lap? Sit on it?
>you try to protest, but she frowns 
>”sit. Down. Please.”
>you do as your told
>planting yourself on her lap
>it is oddly soft, yet firm
>paradoxically so
>and warm
>no
>HOT
>Hot like a fever
>As if by opening her sweater she is exposing the heat of a cars burning engine
>You can feel it radiate onto your back from the distance your sitting
>Until you feel its burning heat and she pulls you back completely against her body
>Gail holding you against herself like an ice pack against a burn
>You hear Merke giggle a little from the side, but Gail is holding you too tight for you to turn and look at her
>Her grip slackens a little as you relax against her, her hands coming off you hesitantly, almost as if she's afraid you might run away
>Not that you could get away from her in the train car, let alone out run her in general
>Not at all
>You can feel the coiled muscle in her body
>The slight plush of her feminine form covering the layers of hard flesh
>In a way, it almost made you think of a sledgehammers head wrapped in rubber
>Soft on the outside, but with a rock hard core that could break anything
>You flinch as her hands settle near your neck
>her fingers wrapping around it, gently pressing into it
>Her breath tickling the top of of your head in an exhale as you feel the gentle pressure of her fingers
>You suddenly realize how large she is compared to you
>The size of her hands against your body
>How even one of them could envelope your neck easily
>Then the pressure drags down the tendons of your neck, going to the topmost part of your shoulders
>The way she is holding you changes
>Forming into you
>As if she’s holding you curiously, like one might a small animal
>she gently presses into your skin, feeling the muscle under it gently
>You feel a groan escape your mouth as you feel your pain swell under Gails touch
>You feel her body flinch under you at the sound, and Merke giggles 
>”Really pent up there Anon?” The bunny girl calls at you
>”Jesus Christ man, you're tenser than a drum. Have you ever heard of relaxing?” Snaps Gail at you, her voice nearly concerned
>You try biting your tongue as her hands work your shoulders
>The pressure and release on the borderline of pleasure and pain
>But you can't help but let out some pained breathes as the build of of gods knows how long worth of tension is worked out under her hands
>Your breath catching as she painfully presses on the knotts, before you sigh as she releases, the pain fading, leaving you feeling lighter than you felt in ages
>”Enjoying yourself?” you hear Gail ask from behind you, her voice rumbling against your back
>You can only nod in confirmation as she continues to minister your shoulders
>”That sounds like it's really nice.” Merke giggles from your side “Hell, I want one now.”
>There's a shuffling sound, and you notice Merke standing in front of you
>You go to move, to let her sit on Gails lap, when she turns around
>And sits right on your lap
>Pinning you in place, sandwiching you between the two massive, chocolate colored girls
>she is not as large as Gail, but she still dwarfs you
>easily covering your entire body with her lithe, shredded form
>She wiggles her butt onto your lap, and you can feel the squish of her cheeks pressing into your pelvis as she flicks her skirt up, her bunny tail wiggling against your body
>Her body feels warm against your lap
>Just as warm as Gail, if not more
>Her ass surprisingly soft with lots of give against you, but you can feel the strength in Merkes muscles as much as Gails
>It gently bouncing up and down against you in rhythm with the trains movements 
>Then something comes to mind
>Nudging its way into your thoughts through the sheer overload that is Merke and Gail pressing against you
>Somewhere, Merke lost her spats
>She's wearing nothing but the skirt, her bare ass sitting in your lap
>Just leg warmers and a skirt
>”Whats wrong Anon?” She asks you, a wide smile on her face “It’s not that hard to do, just take your hands, and put them on my shoulders, and rub all you want”
>She accents this by wiggling as much as she can in your lap, her ass grinding on your crotch area
>You open your mouth to ask, but Merke leans her full body back against you, pinning you further
>”Come on Anon, I’m waiting” she giggles out in a cutesy tone
>You feel fuzzy, blurry, almost drunk
>The warmth from the two girls almost too much
>and the smell…
>Musk, cinnamon, warmth, vanilla, sweat
>Its nearly intoxicating
>You shakily put your hands on Merkes shoulders, feeling her warm, chocolate colored skin under your hands
>You shakily rub her, not daring to squeeze
>Just touching, feeling
>Its softer and smoother than anything you ever felt, near impossibly so
>You can feel the wiry power under it in her shoulder muscles
>You realize she could probably lift you over her head without breaking a sweat
>Or, keep you pinned under her now matter how much your struggle 
>Just like she is now
>”You can go harder Anon.” Says Merke with a laugh “Make me feel it, come on”
>You hear Gail laugh behind you
>”Yeah Anon, go rough with her. She’ll like it.” She says snickering
>You squeeze her shoulder as hard as you can, trying to knead them in the same way that Gail is rubbing yours
>Merke nearly purrs as you massage her, a low laugh escaping from her lips
>”Not bad Anon, feels nice. Not a lot of skill, but your enthusiasm makes up for it.” 
>With each touch you do, Meke wiggles herself on your lap harder, grinding into you more
>The rhythmic feeling of your hands squeezing and releasing her shoulders is the only thing that is grounding you in reality
>The sensation of Gail behind you, rubbing your shoulders, and Merke in front of you, grinding on your lap, is enough to make you lose track of almost all time and place
>And the sounds…
>Both girls breathing heavy, their hearts beating like drums all around you
>You forget the train, the time, where you are and been
>You feel hypnotized
>All that there is, is you, and the girls
>You're not sure how long you're under there
>Minutes, hours, days
>Then it stops
>First the motion of the train
>Then a sounds lazily makes its way to your ears
>”Final stop. All passengers, please disembark.” 
>Final stop?
>That snaps you back to the present 
>”Ah, damn, we're here.” Says Merke
>She peels herself off your lap slowly, giving one last long, grinding wiggle against you
>Light flashes back into your eyes suddenly, as the bunny girl no longer blocks your vision
>There's a sudden lack of bunny warmth, smell, and feeling against you
>a cold contrast that immediately sobers your mind up
>You feel tingly all over
>And tight…
>Painfully aroused
>You notice a wet spot on your pants where Merkes lap was
>Right on the bulge of where your erection is
>”So, you getting up?” Asks Gail from behind you
>A quick glance behind shows you that she is half eyeing your bulge 
>You suddenly feel incredibly embarrassed, your cheeks going red
>You get off her lap, trying your best to hide your arousal from her
>Gail has the slightest smirk to the corner of her mouth
>”I could have carried you if you didn't want to get up.” She says cooly, giving you one last pat on your shoulder
>She joins Merke, who is outside the train
>You start to mutter something about missing your stop, and they cut you off
>”Well, duh, of course you did. You're coming with us. We don’t hang around your stop to often, come on!” Says Merke energetically
>”Yeah, hurry up before you get sent back!” Pipes in Gail
>You shakily take a step forward, before stopping
>Should you?
>After what just happened?
>It was… intense… and…
>You're not sure what happened
>You feel weird all over
>Anxious, scared, hot, and…
>”Anon?” They ask, looking at you expectantly 
>There chocolate colored eyes looking warmly at you
>You blink and before you realize it, you're outside the train in the empty station
>Merke and Gail smiling at you
>”Man, was worried you'd run off there for a sec.” Says Merke with a grin as she turns
>”Yeah man, stick with us, you’ll have a good night.” Says Gail as she motion you to follow 
>You watch the two girls take the lead
>Them whispering to each other in an odd tone
>They look back at you and smile
>”Say, you up to watch a movie?” Asks Merke
>You give a nod, finding it to be as good as any idea
>”Perfect” Says Gail with a predatory growl to her voice
>”Very perfect” affirms Merke, an all to wide smile on her face


>You follow the two of them as you all walk through the city
>It’s not a bad area, in fact, you've been through here a few times before
>A line of large apartment buildings lining the streets, cozy cafes and corner stores around each block
>You follow them as they lead you up to a apartment building that is perhaps a size larger than its neighbors
>The front door was a little too awkwardly big for you, but for Merke and Gail, it was perfect
>The interior design is similarly sized
>Just a size or so too big for you, but perfect for the large women with you
>And the elevator ride nearly makes you feel like you're back in middle school during the middle of puberty
>where you havent hit your last growth spurt, and things were still a little too large 
>Also….
>The feelings of raging hormones
>The enclosed elevator trapping in all the air
>Somehow it becoming impossibly warm too fast
>And the smell
>You can practically feel it on your tongue like a mist
>The smell from the train, but more intense
>It feeling like a sauna of vanilla, cinnamon, and musk
>Your head spinning like youre drunk on red wine
>You can swear that Merke and Gail and giggling and whispering behind you 
>Then the door opens
>cool, fresh air rushing in
>The sensation hitting you like a warm shower suddenly turned off in the dead of winter
>Merke and Gail lead you out, taking you down the hall
>You almost have to break into a jog to keep up with their walk
>The two of them moving insistently, a purposeful stride to their steps
>”aaaand here.” Says Merke, as they stop in front of the door 
>Gail digs into her jacket pocket, producing a set of keys, unlocking the door
>”Welcome to our apartment, Anon.” She says as she opens it, ushering you in 
>You suddenly freeze
>Apartment?
>Since when?
>You realize you didn't think about where you were going
>Just following the two of them
>The two notice your hesitation
>”What? Getting cold feet?” Asks Gail with a humorous tone to her voice
>”If you're worried about it don't worry, neither of us are on any lists or anything like that” Says merke with a knowing voice “You’re perfectly safe with us.”
>You know you're safe… but…
>It seems a little odd
>Even your girl- well, now Ex-girlfriend never invited you over to her place the entire time you both were together
>”What's wrong Anon? Never been to a girl's house before?” Asks Gail more curiously than jokingly, as if she was reading your mind
>You nod slowly, confirming their suspicions 
>Merke bends down, just enough to get eye level with you
>”Well there's nothing to worry about then. Not like there's anyone to tell you no. Besides, we won't bite, unless you want us to.” 
>Merke accents this by flashing you a toothy grin, before laughing
>”I’m kidding Anon, just kidding. But seriously, come in. Take a load off. Let’s have a good night.”

>It was a very nice apartment by your standards
>Clean, well lit, and open
>It was the perfect size for one or two individuals 
>A studio like area that functioned as both a living room and kitchen with a dining table, with a door off to the side that would lead to a bedroom and bathroom
>The two girls implored you to take a seat on the large sofa near the TV, and you do
>The cushy couch gives way by several inches, allowing you to sink in a bit
>Merke goes to the kitchen, while Gail goes to the TV, grabbing the remote
>She walks over to the couch and stops
>Looming over you 
>Staring 
>”Anon… Can I…” She mutters out
>You feel an odd nervousness come over you
>”get the end seat from you… please?” She manages to finish
>All that for that?
>You scoot over to the middle cushion, and Gail sits down to your right
>Her sheer weight of muscle making the couch slightly jump under her
>”I got drinks! And Snacks!” Shouts Merke as she bounds over from the kitchen, arms full
>She lands on the cushion of the couch to your left, the impact making you go airborne for a split second
>They both nestle in comfortably next to you, wedging you in
>You feel warm, surrounded by comfort
>But then, you realize something…
>you are once again stuck between the two girls
>But this time is different
>You're on their turf 
>Their home territory
>And you slowly realize, there's no train station to make it end
>You’re here until you decide to leave
>Or, until they let you leave, you realize
>Not like you could just say you’re going
>That would feel… odd
>And even then, you feel as if you would be powerless if they told you no
>The heat radiating off their bodies makes you sweat
>A mixture of nervousness, heat, and of course, the all to present buzz of arousal
>You can feel Gail and Merke leaning in towards you
>”So Anon, what would you like to do?” You hear Merke ask, her voice close, the breathes from her mouth tickling your head
>”Oh, yeah. What sounds fun Anon? Anything in particular on your mind?” Gail asks as well, echoing in the question
>You can feel them both leaning down, mouths close to your ear
>Their hot breaths tickling your neck, the sensation sending buzzes through your skull
>You shiver, feeling a tingle go through your spine
>You can barely keep a coherent thought, let alone speak
>Too many thoughts racing through your mind
>None of which you’d want to suggest to either Merke or Gail
>You feel Gail take a deep breath of your head, panting as she inhales
>”I know what we should do with Anon.” She says in a deep, husky tone
>You hear Merke giggle along
>”Oh, that? Isn't it a little early for that?” Merke asks in a knowing voice
>”I think we’d have fun, lots of fun together.” Gail adds, a happy growl under her breath. 
>”Hey Anon…” She asks, voice low and sultry, 
>You look up at the tigerish, wolfish girl
>A smirk on her otherwise serious face
>”You want to Smash?” 
>You jolt, feeling your heart jump
>Your mind races, and you feel yourself babble out a miraide amount of excuses which you don’t even comprehend yourself
>Fear racing through you
>Fear, and desire
>”I know I’m down for Smash!” Merke says happily, jumping off the couch
>The sound of the TV turning on, and an odd click and bling
>”Gail! Catch!” You hear Merke say
>You watch as she throws over a colorful red and blue square
>Gail catches it in a blink, holding the square controller in her hand
>”Hey Anon, JoyCon or pro?” Merke asks, looking at with a smile
>You blink a few times, heart settling, still unsure
>”Ah, give him the pro. The JoyCons have been drifting.” Gail says in a blank tone from next to you
>”Ah, well shit. Sorry Anon, you're going Pro.” Merke says, a frumpy frown to her face
>She tosses the controller to you, it landing in your lap
>You take the piece of plastic and look at it curiously
>”What? Never Smashed before Anon?” Merke asks in a knowing tone, giggling as Gail turns the game on
>You hear the Smash Bros theme start up on the TV, the character selection appearing
>Smash
>Of course, they meant that Smash, you realize
>You let out a long, relieved breath
>Videos games, yes of course
>They set up the game for a 1v1v1 free for all
>Items, of course
>”As great as vanilla Smash is, it's always fun to pull out the fun items when Smashing sometimes. Spices things up a lot.” Merke giggles out
>You feel sweat bead your forehead as she describes it
>The mental images flooding your mind
>”Of course, it’s great to have another person when Smashing.” Chips in Gail, looking at you with a smile
>”One on one smash is fun, but having a third person involved makes it even better.” Finishes Merke, licking her lips
>You swallow hard, looking away from them, focusing on the TV
>Controller in your sweaty, shaky hands 
>You can feel the smiles radiating from Merke and Gail as they select their characters
>Choosing…
>Jiggly puff
>And…. Isabella?
>”Do you like Pokemon, Anon?” Asks Merke happily, watching as you scroll over the characters
>You nod yes, muttering an agreement
>”Oh shit nice man. We’ll have to play together sometime. I have all the games for the DS, and the ones for the Switch. Damn scalpers made me pay an arm and a leg. When Go came out I couldn't stop running around hatching eggs and finding new critters.” She rattles on, chittering it out happily
>”Course, Gail isnt as passionate about it as I am.” Merke chuckles out in a laughing voice, reaching across, pushing the other girls shoulder
>She nods in agreement, looking down at you
>”I like Animal Crossing. Making cute villages is fun.” Gail mutters out, her face oddly embarrassed
>You can’t help but feel a smile come across your face
>You hit the random button, unable to decide your character
>The stages screen pops up, Merke quickly choosing the basic battlefield 
>It loads up, and the three characters appear
>Isabella, Jiggly Puff, and….
>Zero Suit samus 
>Merke and Gail chuckle a bit 
>”Wow Anon, lucky hit.” Merke says, nudging you
>”Yeah, I love Samus. The metroid games are fun. Samus always dresses really nice. I always wanted a costume like hers.” Gail adds in quietly, looking down at you
>You nod sheepishly in agreement, watching as the game starts, trying not to imagine Gail and Merke in a zero suit
>The game passes in a blur, your stocks getting tanked in a minute
>Leaving Merke and Gail to duke it out against each other themselves
>Watching them fight each other is…
>godly
>Even if it is just a game
>You can hear them really getting into it
>Grunting as their character gets hit
>Groaning as they loose, cheering as they win
>Merke slyly chiding on Gail
>”Oh, you like that, don’t you?” She chuckles out, as Gail groans in exertion
>There's the sound of the final smash, Merke beating out Gail by only 25%
>You can hear them panting next to you, almost sounding out of breath
>Merke laughs loudly, Gail grumbling
>”Oh come on, you can’t say you didn’t have fun.” Comments Merke, leaning towards her friend, squishing you slightly
>”I don’t really like being dominated.” Huffs Gail, leaning away
>You can practically hear Merke grinning
>”Oh? Really now? Is that so? All of the sudden?” She asks in a knowing tone
>You feel redness go to your face, blood rushing down through your body
>Gail seems just as flustered, looking away from Merke, clicking at her controller
>”Come on, lets just… do round two.” She says absently, glancing at Merke, then at you, her eyes lingering a few seconds more than you're comfortable with. 
>The second round starts
>And you are demolished again
>Not before Merke grabs your character, allowing Gail to hammer away at you both
>Gail lets out a low chuckle, watching as both you and Merke are sent flying off screen, the announcer saying “GAME”
>Merke’s face becomes confused, watching as she’s put in second place
>”Yo, what the fuck? I thought I had two stocks left.” She asks in disbelief, looking at the two of you
>”Anon tanked one of yours, remember?” Chuckles Gail, gently punching your shoulder
>Merke clicks her teeth, leaning down at you, bunny ears flat on her head
>”That so? Huh.” She snickers out, “I'll remember that later.”



>The game goes for another round, so many passing you can’t count
>But, it is fun
>And despite certain comments, you find yourself smiling
>Having… fun
>More fun than you've had with a woman -not to mention two- in a very long time
>”Oh, damn, it’s getting late.” YOu hear merke say as she stands up, stretching, allowing you to catch full sight of her ass
>The realization that she’s been without panties this whole time hits you again
>You feel a stirring, becoming uncomfortable
>”God, yeah, I’m a little beat. Maybe no more smashing.” Comments Gail, stretching
>You nod your head yes, agreeing its late
>You ready yourself to rise up, to say goodnight, to leave
>When Merke sits back down, planting herself on your lap, squishing you under her, pressing you into the couch
>”I don’t know about you, but I feel sticky.” Merke says absently, leaning back, pressing you into the couch further
>”Ugh, yeah, same. I think I got a bit sweaty there. Dibs on the shower.” Adds Gail, standing up, walking out of view
>”Enjoy yourself, I’ll just be here entertaining Anon.” You hear Merke say, her voice practically sing song
>Gail disappears behind a door, leaving without another word, leaving you and the bunny girl alone in the living room
>You feel Merke grind against your lap, gyrating herself against your jeans twice, her breath catching
>And then, she moves, shifting herself, laying long ways across the couch, keeping her ass still firmly planted on your lap in the middle seat
>You can feel the warmth of her soft, warm, heavy ass seeping through your jeans as she fumbled with the remote in her hands
>She hums absently to herself, looking at the TV, watching it intently as she boots up youtube 
>”So, anything you like to watch?” She asks, looking at you with a friendly smile, acting as if her ass isn't firmly pressed into your lap
>You feel your brain draw a blank
>Yes, you like to watch
>But what?
>And what on youtube?
>”Huh, guess you're still spent from Smashing.” Chuckles Merke, typing something in
>”I hope you like cooking recipes, because I like cooking recipes. Check these out.” She says, her tone giddy as she clicks on the first video she sees, it obviously having been watched before
>Babish appears on the TV, bald head glistening as he describes some form of food from a niche TV youve never heard of before
>”I know some people say he’s cringe, but I like the dude, he has funny videos. Personally, I tried to actually make this before.” Chimes in the bunny girl, watching intently as babish takes out a heaping ton of butter, “But uh, it… yeah it didn’t come out like his. Just need more practice, you know?” 
>You cant help but smile, laugh, and agree with Merke
>She chatters occasionally as Babish cooks the dish, commenting about it, muttering angrily to herself about parts she definitely “fucked up royally” 
>”Dude, fuuuuck, thats why. Corn starch isn't corn flour. Dude, I must be braindead.” 
>The video ends, Merke laughing to herself, scrolling on her phone
>”So see it on the TV? That’s the real one, and here’s mine.” She says, showing you her screen
>You look at her phone, and…
>She was definitely right about “fucked up royally”
>You give an awkward smile, saying it’s not that bad
>Which makes Merke laugh as loud as she can
>”Fucking hell dude, might as well be pinochio with how blatant that lie wise.” She chuckles out, smiling at you “But, I appreciate the sentiment”
>her smile at you feels… weird
>Off putting
>Unlike any you've seen before
>its…
>Genuine
>Friendly
>Compassionate
>The sound of Greenday blasting from the TV distracts you
>You look over, the music drawing your attention
>Naruto running across the screen, badly synched up to the music, clips playing in fast succession with the lyrics
>”AH SHIT!” You hear Merke yell, fumbling with the remote again as the anime video plays
>She quickly hits pause, allowing you to see the title
>[HARDEST ANIME MUSIC VIDEOS OF 2013] (AMV Master42069 Reupload, bass boosted)
>The video is quickly cleared out, not before you see the recommended videos in Merkes search bar
>There, sprinkled in with the cooking videos, are dozens of AMV’s
>And a playlist, titled “Fave AMV <3”
>Then TV suddenly turns off
>You can hear Merke panting, her breaths coming quick and panicked
>You slowly look at her, the bunny girls ears flat, her face red, her face distraught
>”Hah, uh, yeah. Funny algorithm, amirite?” She chuckles out quickly, absently playing with a strand of hair
>She shrinks down a bit, seeing that you're not convinced 
>”Ah, fucking…. Yeah, I like AMV’s, fuck me right?” She says in a grumpy tone, looking away.
>You just shrug
>Not the worst or most embarrassing thing you ever seen
>Which, makes Merke look back at you
>”You, uh, don’t mind it?” She asks, the dejected look on her face fading
>You shake your head no
>Afterall, is it really that bad?
>Merke lets out a sigh of relief, rubbing the bridge of her nose
>”Ah fuck, thats… dude, you have no idea how much I got bullied in Highschool because of AMV’s. Like, it’s not even funny. Not to mention I was that like… awkward, chunky, sorta weeby girl… who smelled.” She mutters out, looking at you with a red face
>You feel taken aback
>The brash, tall, toned, muscular bunny resembles nothing of what she just said
>”Surprised, right? Me and Gail really cleaned ourselves up.” She says with a wink as her ear twitches “Ah, speaking of..” She says, turning her head to watch the bathroom door open
>”Your turn!” Shouts gail, walking out in a hoodie and yoga pants, walking back over to the couch 
>”Keep him warm for me, okay?” Laughs Merke, hopping off you, running over to the shower
>You feel suddenly very cold with the absence of the bunnies warmth and comforting weight
>Which is immediately counteracted as Gail flops onto the couch next to you, nearly sending you airborne 
>Her body is warm, like a radiator, the heat incandescent 
>You look at the dogish, tigerish girl, her ears twitching as she stares ahead blankly
>The shower turns on in the next room, its gentle noise filling the quiet air
>Gail looks at you, seeming to investigate you
>You grin awkwardly up at the towering, imposing woman, her animal ears twitching wildly
>she lets out a long, disgruntled sigh, looking in the opposite direction
>”I…Uh…” You hear her mutter out, hearing the hesitance in her voice, “I really uh… yeah you know… talking.” She mutters, folding her hands in her lap
>You catch her sneaking quick, worried glances at you, her body shivering
>Then there's a blur of motion as you feel your world lurch sideways
>You blink rapidly, suddenly realizing you're very warm again, sitting against something very soft
>You feel Gail breathing heavily, her arms wrapped around you tightly as you sit in her lap
>She gives you a big squeeze, hugging you, before letting you go
>”I.. You know… yeah, whatever.” She mutters again, almost giggling 
>You feel your heart and chest pounding, as her hands move to the side of the couch
>She brings a sharp, pointed object towards you, bits of bloody string hanging off of it
>...wait
>Not bloody… 
>Just… red?
>Red string
>Not string
>Red… yarn?
>You hear the clack of the metal sticks hitting each other, the red yarn stitching itself together
>”I… Like knitting.” Gail mutters out
>You watch as the object attached to the red yarn takes form
>it’s a blob of sorts, sort of bean shaped, with two legs
>You watch curiously as she fills it out, making the small item bigger
>”For my little cousin, you know? He likes the game…. Among us, I mean. He likes it, and I like knitting, so I just uh, knit this for him….yeah.” She says quietly, her voice meek
>You can’t help but chuckle at the sight, and at the sentiment
>The knitting needles stop, and slowly get set aside
>”Y-yeah I know it’s dorky and-” 
>You shake your head, disagreeing with Gail
>And you can feel her heart behind you begin to pound fast as you ask her to continue
>In a flash, it's in front of you again
>The sticks clicking away
>”T-thanks, you know I got into knitting in school, before I met Merke, I sort of just got bored in class so instead of slacking I decided i’d knit because my grandma always said to me that time spent knitting isnt time wasted so I would just knit and of course that got me called a dork but then i met Merke and she was cool so i knit her a little Vegeta- I mean some capeshi- i mean marvel character yeah and she loved it and said i was cool so then…”
>You hear the words tumble out of her quickly, her voice giddy and happy
>Hearing her talk is interesting
>You can tell she’s passionate, and the needles click away as rapidly as she can talk 
>To the point where the Bright red Among Us crewmate is finished
>And you can feel her arms wrap around you again, her face nuzzling into the top of your hair
>”I… I like talking to you…” Gail mutters, her hands holding you tight, her fingers kneading and squeezing at you
>you feel a smile come to your face
>And then, it falters, your cheeks becoming red, the blush appearing as you feel her hands rubbing across your chest, going to your midriff
>You can feel and hear the rumbling of the large women behind you, her breathing getting deeper and deeper as her hands dance along you
>She flinches as the sound of the shower goes away, bolting upright
>Merke swings out of the bathroom, nothing but a towel covering her body
>”Anon! Your turn! Get yourself cleaned up!” She shouts, looking over at the two of you
>You feel the last of the blood in your body flush to between you legs, seeing the barely covered bunny standing there
>She disappears into the bedroom, mentioning something absently about pajamas
>”Don’t have too much fun in there!” is her absent call as Gail walks over to the bedroom
>”And don’t take too long either, we’ll be waiting for you.” Gail adds, going into the room
>You feel your heart pounding again
>Perhaps a good shower is what you need
>A nice, cold shower, to calm you down as much as it can
>That way, you can screw your head back on right, say goodbye, and leave
>It is fun, but, you need to get going
>It’ll be a long walk back
>And…
>You can’t help but feel a little uncertain
>A little worried
>About… things
>You shake the thoughts off, walking to the bathroom

>You go into the room, the air thick, warm, steamy, fragrant with the scent of various shampoos
>The first thing you notice is how much larger the bathroom is compared to your own
>The second, is how much nicer and luxurious the shower is
>The third, is the clothing scattered on the floor
>All the clothing
>The… bras… and panties…
>As you close the door, you realize that theyre everywhere
>Not piled up, but just… taking up so much room…
>Only two sets
>Two bras, and two panties…
>But they might as well have been blankets
>You feel your hand shaking as you pick up a lacey, purple bra
>The cup is large enough that you could easily fit your head into it like a hat
>And the smell…
>Fragrant, musky, intoxicating…
>Condensed woman smell, wafting from it
>You feel an unbearable hardness grow in your loins as you bring the bra to your face
>You huff it deeply, shame and arousal filling your mind
>The former being kicked away immediately by the later
>Merke
>It is DRIPPING with the scent of Merke
>Your hand shakes as you realize this must have been on her body somehow
>It drops from your hand, and you feel yourself recoil in what you might have described as terror 
>Not before your eyes linger on the panites…
>One a brilliant white color
>You pick them up shakily, feeling the residual warmth to them, a discolored spot of wetness on the crotch
>The scent comes of them almost physically palatable, like a mist on the tongue
>Aggressive, strong, clinging, sweet like a sticky syrup
>Gail
>Gails panties
>Your body is trembling, light headed, hot
>Like a sick fever
>You drop the panies, shaking your head
>Shower, nothing else
>Shower then leave
>And besides, if they don’t hear the water running soon, they may get… suspicious
>You fling on the shower, stepping into the warmed water
>The lingering scent of the two girls plays in the mist, distracting you as you wash yourself
>The water, although turned completely to cold, is still warmer than average
>and certainly nowhere near cold enough to take your mind off... Certain biological responses
>Painfully hard biological responses
>The shower seems to stretch on forever as you try to wait, to calm yourself down 
>But for all your attempts, it doesn't work
>There's a rapid knock, as the door opens
>”Hey dude, you almost done? Just grabbing some stuff.” Merkes voice comes
>You turn, trying to hide yourself from the bunny girl, saying that youre almost finished
>You swear you can hear the bunny snicker
>”Alright, we’re waiting for you.” She says, an odd inflection to her voice
>An inflection which lingers with you…
>You shiver as the tone echoes in your ears, quickly rinsing off
>Say goodbye, then, home, walking, soon
>You shut the shower off, drying your wet body with the spare towel
>You look around for the outfit you were wearing
>You know you left it near, away from the…
>...
>Gone
>You realize all the clothing is gone
>The bras, the p\anties, and your outfit
>Gone
>You swallow hard
>Merke must have grabbed it by mistake
>You try calling out, asking if you could get your clothes back
>Silence greets you
>Pure silence
>You realize that they must not be able to hear you
>You swallow hard, knowing what you must do
>With more courage than you thought possible, you step out into the hallway
>The living room is dark, empty, as is the kitchen
>Only the light to the bedroom is on
>A sigh of relief escapes you
>They must be getting ready for bed, tired out
>You place your hand on the doorknob, readying yourself to open it
>You know you must try and act confident, not to show shame
>And you do it
>With a deep breath you open the door, walking in, readying to ask about your clothes
>And all the confidence immediately disappears
>”Hey dude, what took so long?” Chuckles Merke
>”Yeah Anon, we’re… waiting…” Adds Gail
>It feels unreal
>You blink twice, breath caught in your throat
>There is a single bed in the master bedroom
>And laying on it are Merke and Gail
>Completely nude, save for the near translucent white sheets covering their chocolate colored bodies
>So thin and so white against their darker skin, that you can practically see through it
>Their dark nipples poking through, their tanned curves accented by the white like marble
>The sight of them is like a sculptures most wild dream 
>The chiseled figures half come to life, half living marble
>Impossibly solid, yet ridiculously soft
>Their faces are smug, knowing, inviting
>And there, between them, is your clothes, folded nicely
>Merke and Gail look at each other, smiling widely
>They gesture you over, becoming you to approach
>You stumble forward robotically, feeling as if someone else is in control of your limbs
>”Come on, get up here.” Merke says, her voice dripping with anticipation
>”Come on, you can do it.” Adds Gail, egging you on
>You climb up onto the bed, moving like you're in a dream
>They pat the space between them, gesturing for you to lay down
>You do so without thinking, taking your space on the large bed
>Gails hand immediately goes to your body, rubbing across your exposed skin
>”So, Anon…” Merkes voice comes, her fingers trailing your collar bone, “Me and Gail… we have been… well, we… hmmm…” Her voice trails off, becoming distant
>”Gail, how would you best describe it?” She asks her companion, looking over at her
>”I uh… Well, Anon, I think youre… youre uh… really nice.” Gail stammers out, fingers gripping at you, squeezing you greedily
>”Ah, okay. Yeah, me too Anon, I think you're really nice as well. We both have a… fascination with you, so to say… and since you're single… We were wondering if you’d… enjoy… blowing off some steam with us, having some fun.” The bunny girl chuckles out, her face blushing
>The words enter your mind like a knife through butter
>Cutting, sinking in, going to your core
>”Y-yeah, some fun… that's what we’re going to call it… blowing off steam and having fun.” Gail stammers out, voice flustered
>The two girls loom over you their faces expectant and knowing
>Their eyes lingering over your body
>”So Dude… what do you think?” 
>”Yeah Anon, hur- I mean… yeah what she said.” 
>You take a deep breath
>And
>Nothing
>You try to speak, but can’t
>All you can do is shake your head no
>A firm no
>The faces on the two girls immediately droop, as do their ears
>”Oh… okay. Yeah, I see. I mean- Yeah nah okay I understand dude.” Merke mutters out, looking away
>Gail is just silent, her ears flat, biting her bottom lip
>she turns the other way, facing away from you, wrapping her arms around herself
>You feel…
>Not good
>You let out a deep sigh
>Its… complicated, you try and describe
>Merke looks at you with a raised eyebrow, curious
>Gail doesn't face you, but you can see a single ear of hers perked up
>It is complicated, that's where you begin
>And you tell them about… what could be considered now your ex
>Recounting your experiences with her
>The hesitation
>Everything
>And the fact that it was literally just today that she ended things with you
>The fact of that making them both visible wince
>”Ah, fuck… right… that's uh, a fucky upy there.” Merke says in an embarrassed tone
>”Told you…” Gail mutters, making Merke scowl
>The scowl is short lived as you thank them
>Bringing their attention to you
>Gail even turning back to face you
>A thanks, for the fun night, for taking you in, for cheering you up, and for the… *generous* offer, so to say
>Which makes them blush
>Which is good, as you awkwardly explain the next part
>That you're not comfortable with a one night stand
>Both Gail and Merke freeze at this word
>They look at you, then slowly to each other
>Matching grins crack their lips
>You hear a little snicker
>Then a chuckle
>And then a full on laugh
>Both Gail and Merke near hysteric
>"Oh man dude, thats uh… sorta rich. Don’t worry, we were thinking of something that was anything but casual or one night" Says Merke, still chuckling
>"Yeah, something a lot more long term… how's that sound to you?" Adds Gail, a smile on her face
>you feel your face go blank, your mind wiping with it
>...
>Long term?
>Anything but one night and casual?
>....
>The room spins as your brain goes awhirl 
>Youre not sure what to think, or to feel for that matter
>Panic maybe?
>Joy?
>Concern?
>A wave of every emotion imaginable hitting you
>Unsure how to process it, or even if you can
>”Dude? You okay?”
>”You alright Anon?”
>The voices of the two girls echo in your mind
>You shake your head, clearing it out 
>You're not sure what to say
>But yes, of course
>That is more than fine
>Their faces light up
>Merke rubs your hair lightly, as Gail’s hand squeezes your shoulder
>They seem to excited to speak, their combined heartbeats practically shaking you
>”I… he said yes…” Merke says, looking at Gail 
>Gail nods yes dumbly, unable to speak
>The three of you lay there quietly, no words passing between you
>”Uh… Merke?”
>”Yeah?”
>”Now what?”
>The question lingers in the air, unable to progress beyond that
>Merke sighs, before flopping the bundle of your cloths onto your lap
>”I.. Uh, maybe we should let this dude get going. That way he can… you know, we can work things out.” Merke says, her voice confused and distant
>Gail sighs, nodding
>”Oh, yeah. Makes sense. We uh, don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Gail says to you, looking away.
>You look at the bundle of clothes in your lap, then at the two girls
>Going…
>That’s probably the good idea
>But at the same time…
>Going straight home at the beginning of this was the good idea
>As was not coming home with them
>And not showering here
>Or coming into this bedroom
>And laying on this bed
>So, what’s one more bad decision?
>You take the bundle of clothes, and lob it off the side of the bed
>Their eyes go wide
>You decide to stay there
>With them
>take things slowly
>Maybe watch a movie or something in bed
>And you feel your heart jump as the smiles come to their faces
>”Well dude, that’s good enough for me.” Chuckles Merke, grabbing a remote, turning on the TV situated on the nightstand across from the bed
>Gail ears twitch wildly, giddily, her body language pleased
>”That… works for me.” 
>”Uh, just one thing dude, can you like… not have that wet towel on the bed?”
>”Ah, yeah, we really don’t want it getting soaked.”
>You look down at your waist, and at the soaking towel
>...
>it’s a fair point

>And that is how you ended up laying there
>Nothing but a sheet on your body, covering you from the chest down
>Next to the bunny girl, and that wolfish, tigerish girl, sheets draped similar
>Super Troopers playing on the TV 
>Quiet laughter echoing in the room, as the three of you enjoyed the movie
>Or, tried to, at least
>The warmth was distracting
>Even with just a sheet on, you felt too hot
>Wedged between Gail and Merke’s all too warm bodys
>Their radiant heat burning like a fire off their bodies
>And as much as you try to focus on the movie…
>it is almost impossible
>You look at Merke, then at Gail
>Both of them laying next to you, watching the movie, a wall of woman on either side of your own body
>Your eyes linger over their bodies, the nakedness accented by the sheet
>Like fine white silken wrappers around the most delicate and delicious chocolate candy
>a hair's breadth of soft fabric hiding their bare skin, but not their shape or form
>The sheets almost like a teasing liquid, flowing across their curves, accenting them with its clinging fabric
>Hiding nothing yet everything at the same time
>Exposing their every dark curve, muscle, valley, and softness, yet mockingly hiding it under the white
>You let out a long, shuddering breath, your eyes dancing between the two of them
>The sheets showing the differences between both women
>Merkes bunny form more slender, taught, toned, perkier, energetic, like a tight drum
>Gail more broad, filled out, curvier, muscular, heavier and softer, like a rubber wrapped kettlebell
>Your eyes slowly go up to their faces, and you see that they're not as focused on the movie as you thought
>You can see them out of the corners of your eyes
>Stealing glances, their eyes dragging along your body, lingering low around you waist
>The sheets which hide nothing on them also hiding nothing on you
>As simultaneously exposed and hidden as they are
>you refocus back on the movie, trying to distract yourself
>To keep your mind of off the two women, and their toned, curvy, naked, chocolate colored bodies
>A herculean task, if you ever had one
>Locking your eyes on the movie, even as the eyes of Gail and Merke wander over your body
>You feel a touch across your collarbone, jerking you back to reality
>You look to your right, seeing Gail glassy eyed
>Her fingers dragging across your collarbone, dancing on your neck
>She blinks, seeming to snap out of her trance
>”I… Uh, was… feeling the sheet.” She murmurs out, looking back at the movie, “you got the soft comfy sheet, it’s… it feels nice okay?” She adds, glancing between you and the movie
>You shiver as another hand rubs itself across your thigh, Merke giggling
>”Wow dude, she’s right, that is the soft sheet.” She says, looking at you in the face with a knowing grin, a mischievous look spreading across her face
>You feel Gails hand stroke across your thigh, delicately feeling it, squeezing it, dancing close to your loins, and darting away
>”So… soft and nice.” She says, sharing Merkes same giggle
>”Hey dude, do you want to feel how soft my sheets are?” Asks Merke, giggling to herself
>She puffs herself out to you, putting her barely concealed chest on display, the sheets barely clinging to it
>”Just for a comparison, right? You're just touching a sheet. Nothing more. You don’t have to worry about anything else.” The bunny girl says in a low tone, licking her lips
>You slowly reach your hand out to her chest, staring at the barely covered breasts of the rabbit
>you place your hand on her covered chest gently, the cool fabric contrasting with the burning hot skin underneath
>You feel a shuddering sigh escape from your body, your hand delicately rubbing across her large, firm breast, the skin yielding gently
>”You can feel with both hands dude, go for it.” Merke whispers, giggling in a breathy tone
>Your other hand comes up quickly, placing on her other breast, you holding her chest in both hands
>you press into the perky, firm flesh, their shape remaining solid even as you play with the sheet covering them
>Merke smiles widely at you, biting the bottom of her lip, her eyes almost closed
>”Like the sheets Anon? Ordered them online you know. Feel how soft and firm they are? All natural.” She breathlessly says
>She winces, letting out a loud gasp as your hands go to the center of her breasts, your fingers dancing across the fabric which covers her nipples, the nubs solid as diamonds beneath your hands
>“Hey, come on, no fair.” Gail pouts from behind you, voice grumpy and needy
>Merke opens her eyes, winking at Gail
>”Come on dude, don’t leave her out, why not you take a handful of her… uh, sheets.” Merke giggles out, leaning back and relaxing
>You look over at Gail, her face red with excitement, ears twitching
>”Wait, is he… Anon are you…”
>Slowly, gently, you take one of Gails large breasts in your hand
>She lets out a long, breathy sigh, face blank, staring at you intently as you handle her mound
>It is much larger, much softer than Merkes
>If Merkes breast could fill your hand, then one of Gails breasts would fill both your hands past overflowing
>You press your hand into it, feeling the give of her titflesh, your hand sinking into it like quicksand, practically spilling over the sheet
>Your other hand joins near automatically, fondling her matching breast, failing to keep its immensity in your grasp
>You look up at Gails face
>Her eyes wide, staring at you like a ghost, deep, panting breaths pulling in and out of her mouth
>You stare into her deep, dark, dusky looking eyes as your hands glide along outside the sheets, feeling the intense heat burning from her body
>And you keep staring at her eyes as your hands go to her nipples, gently rubbing across the comparatively larger patches of much more sensitive skin
>Gail shivers at the touch, her body shaking
>You feel Merke lean in behind you, her mouth near your ear
>”Pinch her- Sheets. Pinch them harder.” She whispers, chuckling in your ear, her hot breaths tickling the skin
>You blink twice, then feel your fingers tighten on her
>Gail lets out a sharp gasp, a choked out moan, her body shaking
>She blinks and immediately turns over on her side, body still shaking, her breathing coming in heaving pulls
>You watch in a mix of horror and awe at the sight of the massive woman shaking, her back muscles contracting as she frantically tries to obscure them with her covering
>You can hear a muffled scream coming from her side of the bed, her chest heaving
>”Wow dude, I think you broke her.” Merke laughs out, staring at her friend, slowly turning her gaze to you ”So, you like the sheets dude?” She giggles, looking between you and Gail
>You feel a dumb, cloudy, near unconscious nod come from you
>Of course, you really enjoyed the… sheets
>the feel in your hands, filling them
>You can practically feel the warmth still in your palms
>The lingering sensation of their… sheets, tingling your palms 
>The feeling distracting enough that you barely recognize Merke snuggling up close to you, her body pressing against yours
>The paper fin sheets the only thing keeping her bare skin from touching yours
>You turn and face Merke, the bunny girl seemingly distracted by the movie, her hand absently laying across your lower abdomen
>gently rubbing across the sheet, kneading, touching, pawing and patting as if you were some form of pet
>”Wow, huh, that’s funny.” Chuckle Merke, the laugh sounding forced, “Jeez, what a great movie this is.” 
>You watch her hand go lower, and lower, heading towards your pelvic mound
>A shifting on your side draws your attention, Gail turning back towards you, her face red and flushed
>She moves closer, and closer, her body pressing up against yours
>Not a wall anymore, no
>More like two sides of a vice squeezing you, trapping you between the two women
>You shift uncomfortably between them, their warmth and presence making your blood stir and boil
>Gails hand slowly goes to where Merkes is, gently rubbing near where she is
>Their hands rubbing along your lower half gently, smoothly
>Squeezing, tickling, stroking your body
>Their hands dancing along your abdomen, your pelvis, fingers touching along your thighs
>The touching above the sheet making you shiver, your blood rushing to your loins
>”Just the sheets, feeling them.” Merke says, her tone breathy
>”Sheets. Yes.” Gail adds, practically panting
>You feel your breath catch in your throat as a finger lightly dances over your manhood
>An accidental touch, nothing more
>But it's enough to make it twitch, showing your erection bounce from under the sheets
>You hear both a gasp come from both Merke and Gail, your member visibly standing under the fabric
>You can feel the gazes of both Merke and Gail lingering on it, staring at it, their attention fixated
>Merkes hand inches towards it slowly, rubbing near the base of it, giggling to herself
>Gails hands reaching over, around, going lower
>You feel a low breath escape your mouth as the tiger girls hand goes to your balls, gently cupping them through the sheets
>Just as Merkes hand travels up and down your covered member, fingers tickling the length of it
>”Your… sheets are very… firm here.” She chuckles out, giving you an experimental squeeze
>You feel a second hand travel up, rubbing along your length, holding it firmly
>”God, so… warm, and firm… the sheets, yes, the sheets.” Gail stutters out
>You feel you eyes widen, watching the bunny and the wolfish tiger feeling your most delicate part, rubbing and stroking it up and down, the sheets being the only thing keeping their skin from being on yours
>Merke’s eyes lock on yours, as do Gails, the two women staring into your soul
>”We’re just… feeling the sheets dude.” Merke says
>”It doesnt count Anon, it’s just us touching the sheets, it’s fine, yes.” Add Gail, stumbling over her words
>You look down at their hands rubbing along your covered manhood, the idea of taking it slow lingering in your mind
>Of course, you were taking it slow
>You realize they’re right
>Afterall, it IS just the sheets they're touching, nothing more
>Their delicate yet firm hands rubbing, grasping, stroking at the sheets
>And not the thing under it, definitely not you
>You wince, letting out a long, hissing breath
>”Whats wrong dude?” Merke asks, her voice painted with false worry
>Gail leans her face close to the crook of your neck, hear breathing coming in deep huffs
>”He smells… god he smells… good… I mean, stressed. He’s stressed Merke.” Gail pants out, her voice sounding strained
>A sudden, overflowing, soft warmth practically avalanches over your face, Gails breast suddenly meeting the side of your head
>You recoil away reflexively, only to feel Merkes chest on the other side of your head
>Your face suddenly enveloped on either side by the mass of fabric covered, chocolate colored titflesh
>The warmth of the two women making your head spin, the two girls giggling and chuckling as your breath comes in hard, long pulls
>”Howre you feeling Anon?” Gail asks, her voice sounding needy, her hand rubbing along the sheet covering the head of your manhood
>”Yeah dude, you look… uh… different, how're you feeling?” Merke asks, hand working up and down your silk covered shaft
>You struggle to make a single syllable come out of your mouth, let alone a word
>A choked, gasping groan being the only sound you can moan out
>Both Merke and Gail giggle, their voices low and husky, relishing your response
>”Now now, don’t struggle dude.” Merke says, her hand going quicker “Nothings wrong, nothing at all, we’re just touching the sheets, that’s all.”
>”Yes Anon, yes. Just lay there.” Gail practically moans out, her hand rubbing furiosly, sending jolts of pleasure through your body, “There's nothing wrong Anon. Just be a good boy and lay there. Let us take care of you, just be a good boy.”
>”Y-yeah, be a… good boy?” Whispers Merke, her voice hesitant, curious, questioning, looking at Gail out of the corner of your eye
>”Yes, a good boy.” Gail groans out, a savage grin on her face, nodding at Merke
>The bunny girl nods dumbly, her awestruck face slowly growing a wide, toothy smile
>”A good boy, yes…” Merke mutters, adding a whispered “god that's hot.” absently to the end of her sentence
>Good boy, dude, Anon…
>Your don’t care what they call you
>All you care about is this
>The moment your in
>These women at your side
>The warmth flooding over your body as they feel you up and down
>The softness of their breasts smashing into your face, practically smothering you
>You feel a hand go to your hair, ruffling it, as someones huffing breaths tickle the top of your head
>Their panting, groaning, needy voices tickling your ears as their musky, hot scent fills your lungs
>Your mind feels hazy, fuzzy, blank
>your entire body completely overwhelmed with a wash of sensation, a wash of pleasure, an assault on every one of your senses
>Your muscles tightening, hands grabbing and holding onto the thighs of either girl on your sides, their soft flesh filling your palms
>The heaving breaths you’re taking being the only thing anchoring you to the present as you feel yourself nearing the edge
>”Just be a good boy, let go… don’t hold back dude…”
>”Come on Anon, be a good boy, let it all out…”
>Your vision goes white, sparks flying infront of your eyes as you feel the spasm of your climax hit you
>Your hips buck out of control, animalistically humping Gail and Merkes hands through the sheet, the fabric quickly becoming soaked and sticky
>a shuddering, aching, pained breath escapes your body, your spine twitching and shivering
>Each breath you take becomes a moan as Merke and Gail’s hands continue their ministrations, rubbing your half hard member through the soaked sheets further
>The sensation makes you buck your hips again as yet another jolt of pleasure explodes through your body, your emission bubbling through the sheets further
>You lay back on the bed, your body feeling drained, your shuddering breaths shaking your body
>”Holy shit… oh my god Gail look at this…” You hear Merke mutter, her voice dripping with shock
>”Fucking… a fountain… god damn, think we went to far?” Gail mutters, her voice suddenly sounding horrified
>”I think we uh… got carried away…”
>”You started it.” Mutter Gail, a guilty tone creeping into her voice
>”Hey, you started calling him a ‘good boy’ and all that.” Retorts Merke, her voice wavering
>You feel your limp, strengthless body get nudged from some side or another, your mind unable to tell which direction it may be coming from
>”Hey uh, you alright dude?” Merkes voice quietly asks
>”Are you… upset Anon?” Gail asks, the large, muscular women sounding meek
>Shakily, slowly, your arm goes up, as you give the two girls a weak thumbs up
>You hear their sighs of relief as your arm collapses back to your body
>”Did we uh… fuck up the taking things slow?” The bunny girls voice comes
>”ah fuck.” Gails voice mutters
>You shake your head no as you sit up, a weak grin on your face
>Merke and Gails face go blank
>”We uh, didnt dude?”
>”Why not Anon?”
>You point at the sheets
>it doesnt count
>It was just… the sheets
>Both the girls faces go blank
>And then, they laugh
>”God damn it dude, you got me.” Merke laughs out, throwing her head back
>”Good point Anon, good point.” Chuckles Gail in a low tone, an odd inflection to her voice
>Theres a long, pleasant silence, the three of you laying there, Merke and Gail shifting restlessly near you
>You can see sweat beading their heads, their eyes glancing at you, then back at each other, moving like lighting
>You watch the two of them, almost as if theyre silently communicating
>Merke clears her throat loudly, gesturing at you
>”Anon, it uh… doesn't count if you're touching the sheets, right?” Gail asks both you and Merke, her voice quiet
>You nod yes at the question, looking back at Gail
>”Right, yeah, that's the rules. It doesn't count at all.” Merke giggles out, “Which is why I want this one to really really count.”
>Before you can even think or respond, Merkes lips meet yours
>You try to recoil, but your trapped against Gail, the muscular girl suddenly holding you in place
>You feel Merkes hot lips mashing into your, sparks flying through your brain, an overwhelming stimulation of your senses
>She plants several quick, sloppy pecks on your lips, nibbling and biting at them, sucking on your lower one before gentyl mouthing at your top one
>Slowly, Merke recoils back, wiping her face, panting after her savage barrage
>”Those, those ones count, alright?” She says with a laugh, her voice breathy and distant
>”uh… Merke?” You finally hear Gails voice say from behind you, barely able to make sense of the words or name
>”Ah, right, come here.” She says, and you feel your body being shifted
>Your vision clears, just in time to feel Merke wrap her arms around you, holding you tight, Gails larger form towering over you
>Slowly, she leans down towards your face, clearing a strand of hair from her eyes, a nervous look in them
>Her lips inch closer to yours ever so agonizingly slowly, the tingling aura of them growing as they get closer bit by bit
>You barely recognize it as hers touch yours ever so lightly, but then the feeling grows, the tiger woman planting them gently against your
>A single, long, slow, drawn out kiss, lips slowly rubbing against yours, her voice softly moaning into your mouth
>If Merke shot fireworks into your mind, Gail was slowly pouring warm, hot honey onto your brain
>Your feel yourself instinctively meet her lips with yours, locking with them, 
>You feel her tongue slowly snake its way gently into your mouth, gently dancing across your own tongue
>In your odd, half drunken state, you can barely meet it with yours, her tongue gently sliding past yours
>It travels further into your mouth, filling it, the only thing your able to taste or comprehend being Gail
>You feel her tongue retract out of your mouth, and her lips part from your, a snaking trail of saliva connecting the two of you
>”That counts, that really counts Anon.” She gasps out, looking at you with pleading eyes
>You nod yes, feeling drunk and hazy, smiling at her
>Merke lets go of you as you reach out to Gail, rubbing the side of her cheek, your fingers dancing across her ear, her face lighting up red like a fire
>She recoils away from you, gasping, ears twitching, chest suddenly rising and falling hard
>”ANON!” She shouts, nearly falling off the bed, eyes darting between you and Merke
>Her mouth works wordlessly, panting, panicking 
>”Th-thats… Anon! Thats lewd!” She shouts, a giddy tone coming to her voice
>You feel your eyebrow raise, looking back at Merke, the bunny girls face just as shocked
>Slowly, you reach out to her head, towards her ear, the girl frozen in place, eyes slowly tracking your hand
>You rub it along the length of her soft, white furred bunny ear, the girl giggling out a moan , eyes twitching as you gently play your fingers along her ear
>Merke recoils back from you, grabbing her ears, face red
>”Dude…” She mutters in a winded tone, “Youre… holy fuck Gail the dudes a degenerate.” 
>Their eyes lock, the two women staring at eahc other
>”Does that… count?”
>”I… I think it does. Does that count, Anon?”
>They look at you, their eyes wide, curios, begging the question
>Slowly, you nod yes
>Afterall, it wasn't the sheets
>So it had to count
>The blush that flashes onto their cheeks can physically be felt, radiating like the heat from the sun
>You feel the bed lurch as both Merke and Gail pounce at you
>You feel their lips meet your face
>Dozens, hundreds of kisses peppering you
>The bunny and the beast sucking at the skin of your neck, nibbling at your ears, pecking at your cheeks, leaving wet spots from their kisses covering your face
>quick, fast paced, overwhelming
>Your heart pounding fast, each kiss making it skip a beat
>You feel Merke and Gail raise themselves up, watching from the bed as the two girls go to their knees, towering over you
>The sheets slip off their body like a avalanche of snow, cascading down, revealing their naked bodies beneath
>The sight of it is enough to make your heart completely stop
>Towering pillars of chocolate colored woman, carved like fine marble
>Merkes body lean and toned, her brownish skin accented with the lines of her muscle
>Her tummy toned, arms and legs lean but still soft, the nipples on her bare breast the color of dark chocolate, matching the tone of her lips
>Your eyes draw down, past the soft, feminine mound of her pelvis, straight to her womahood
>White hair, neatly trimmed into a fluffy bush, almost matching her rabbit tail on her backside
>Your gaze wanders to Gail, the muscular womans form as awe inspiring as any statue
>Her abs carved like stone, muscles hard as rock, her breasts heaving and massive, jiggling faintly with every breath, her puffy innie nipples erect 
>You feel yourself throb as you look to her thighs, the inside of them slick and wet, the soft skin of her lower areas shaved smooth, the goosebumps of stubble apparent 
>Merke face is wrapped into a bow of a grin as she eyes you, studying you like a fine specimen
>Gail’s composure is less, her thighs rubbing against each other, her mouth open, panting, a hungry look on her face
>Their hands simultaneously reach to the messy sheet covering your lower half, ripping it away, exposing you to the cold air of the room
>Their eyes go wide, Gail licking her lips, chewing the bottom one, while Merke nods approvingly
>”Dibs”
>”Dibs”
>The words come out at the same time
>Both girls flinch
>Their faces become oddly sober as they look at each other, grim determination on their face
>”Gail, come on, we have an agreement, I can go first.” Merke says sternly
>”You got all the other firsts though, I want this one.” Gail says, voice needy yet oddly stony 
>You watch their eyes narrow, their fists balling
>”I guess we’ll have to settle it the hard way?” Merke asks, hands raising
>”I guess so.” Gail agrees, hands raising up
>You feel a lump form in your throat, watching the girls posturing and poising
>”GO!”
>”GO!”
>Merkes hand strikes out fast, palm open and flat as it shoots forward, Gails fist flying at the bunny girl
>Both the girls hands stop a far distance from each other, held steady
>You watch as Gail rolls her eyes, Merke punching her fists into the air with a cheer
>”Paper beats rock!” Cheers the bunny, waving her hand in Gails face
>She lets out a long sigh, nodding
>”Alright, alright… sorry. You go first, we had an agreement, sorry.” Gail says, a look of shame coming to her face
>Merke nods, looking back at you, eyeing you up and down
>”Gail?” She asks, not taking her eyes off you
>The tiger girl raises an eyebrow, looking over at the bunny
>”Huh?”
>You jump as Merke tackles Gail to the bed flat on her back, pinning her down, planting a kiss on her forehead
>”Fair is fair, I got the other firsts, you take this one.” The bunny says, her voice oddly soothing and kind
>Gails eyes go wide, as she looks from Merke to you, turning her head rapidly, her breathing coming rapidly, chest heaving up and down
>”O-o-ok” Gail mutters out, laying still and flat as Merke raises herself back up
>You don’t have time to question what either girl means, as Merke grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you up
>In a split second you're on your knees, body between Gails legs, Merke’s body pressing against your back, her arms wrapped around you
>You're panting hard, seeing Gail trembling beneath you, the girl shaking nervously
>Merkes face nudges your ear, her voice low and breathy
>”Be gentle with her, alrighty dude?” She asks, gently nibbling your ear lob, groping your manhood
>You nod yes, unable to speak, placing your hands on Gails knees
>You see her raise her hands to her mouth, covering her face as you position yourself near her entrance, the pink contrasting with her dark skin
>”B-be.. Gentle…” Gail mutters out, eyes fixated on you as Merke helps you line your manhood up with her entrance
>The head of your members resting on her soaking slit, pressing against it lightly 
>You wait there, hesitant, waiting, the moment stretching into eternity for the both of you
>You can feel the throbbing of Gails blood in her body, her womanhood trembling with every heartbeat against you
>Merke lets out a disapproving hum from behind you
>”Come on dude, don’t make her wait forever, the anticipation is killing me.” She whispers
>With a deep breath, you ram your full length into Gail
>She lets out a loud screaming moan, her arms shooting out, grabbing onto the sheets, squeezing them in a white knuckled embrace
>A shiver goes down your spine as her warm, slick interior wraps around you, embracing your length, pulsing gently with her heartbeat
>”Whoa.” Merke chuckles out from behind you, “Fuck yeah Gail, taking that like a champ, not bad yourself Anon.” 
>Gail nods at the sentiment, her face strained, cheeks flushed red
>”G-go.” She mutters out, rocking her hips, trying to accent her point

>You feel yourself slam into her, the act being like trying to strike a punching bag
>Heavy, hot, thick, wet, immovable 
>It only makes you want to go harder, to try and make her budge, the feeling of a fire burning in you as you shove into her again
>Gail lets out a scream with each of your thrusts in, tongue lolling from her mouth, her hips rocking back and forth, trying to match your pace, to meet you wildly
>Her eyes lock on yours, staring at you, not looking away
>Laying there as you plow into her, an arm reaching out to your shoulder gripping it tightly, the pain all but absent from the grip
>Her fingers dig into the skin, gripping it tightly, her hand tightening and loosening in synch with your movements
>Her muscular body twitches and moves with every movement you make, spasming, reacting violently, heaving, sweating, her chocolate colored skin darkening with sweat
>She rocks back and forth against you, matching your movements, your bodies meeting with a wet clap
>Her muscles tightening with barely concealed power, flexing and moving with the barely restrained threat of violence, as if one wrong move could make them explode against you
>yet despite the threat of her body, of the restrained power of her…
>You stare into her eyes
>They’re soft, pleading, almost out of place on Gails powerful, strong form
>Despite the stern, grimacing face they’re on… She seems…
>Vulnerable
>This huge woman who could snap your spine like a twig nearly powerless under you
>There's a certain desperation to her demeanor, an insatiable need
>The way she shoves herself against you, grabs you, pulls at you, wanting you to be closer and closer
>You grab her hand on your shoulder, pulling it off, the limb coming away all to easy
>Her eyes go wide as you slow down, leaning down over her, taking her hands into your own
>Your face barely meets her collarbones, but Gail feels small under you as you pin her hands down next to her neck
>You can physically hear her heartbeat like a drum, pounding against her chest, the distant thump pounding in rhythm with your movements
>Pressing her into the bed as best as you can, her massive chest bouncing against you, her solid body absorbing everything you shove at it
>You can feel her leaning forward, huffing the top of your head, breaths coming in heated pulls, her exhales hot enough to sting your face, each breath moaning your name in an endless string of repeating verbs
>The sound of your sweaty bodies accents each utterance of your name, Gail sounding entranced, incoherent, body trembling, insides tightening, your body feelings like its melting into hers, becoming one entity, a rising pressure building in you
>You slam yourself to the hilt, leaning up to her voice as far as you can, breathlessly whispering Gails name into her ear with a moan
>You feel her spasm under you, legs and arms exploding violently, practically throwing you off, only to swing back like a recoiling spring, wrapping around you, trapping you in an iron hard embrace
>There's nowhere to go but in, her muscular thighs trapping you in, the rocking of her hips forcing you deeper
>Her hand palms the entire back of your head, shoving your face into hers, forcing you into a messy, sweaty, vicious, greedy kiss
>Stars fill your eyes, a moan escaping your mouth as you feel yourself throb inside her
>There's an explosion of slick, wet warmth as Gail tightens around you, your own emissions adding to the hot mess
>You thrust into her twice more, riding out the last of your shared orgasm
>She hugs you tight, the glow of your combined pleasure warming you like a piece of gold in a kiln, your body loosening with hers, melding to it, forming against her like memory foam
>A shiver goes through her body, shaking you, as she weakly mutters something out
>A half formed, incoherent, unintelligible L word
>Gail goes limp, her arms and legs falling off you like dead weight
>You rest for a single second in the cool air, before you feel two strong hands grab your shoulders, pulling you back to yours knees, Merke holding you up
>”God, that was hot dude.” She mutters lustily, her mouth going to your neck, sucking on the skin as her hand grabs your manhood, furiously stroking your wet length
>You moan again as Merke drags a second wave out of your orgasm, your member throbbing, spraying more of your seed across Gails body, splattering her dark skin with thick white droplets
>Your head goes light, the afterglow of your orgasm pouring through your body as you stare down at Gail
>Her muscular, naked body limp, shuddering, sweating, her eyes looking at you with a sense of satisfaction and further desire
>Merke lets go of you, the lack of her support making you fall forward onto the bed
>You land next to Gail, your body as much of a dead weight as hers
>She shakily reaches an arm out to you, laying it across your back
>You extend your own arm out to hers, grabbing onto it, scooting closer to her
>A giddy smile comes to her face, the large, muscular woman hugging you as best as she can in her half delirious state, the warmth of her afterglow softening her face
>”Okay dude, my turn.” You hear Merke say, grabbing your shoulder
>You're flipped onto your back, staring up at the ceiling, unable to move
>Merke towers over you, standing on the bed, seeming like a giant from the perspective, her face looking down at you like a grinning sun
>”Feeling tired dude?” She asks, leaning down to your face, her hot breaths tickling your cheeks
>”Don’t worry dude, just lay there like a… good boy… and Merke will take care of everything.” She whispers, a deep chuckle resonating in her throat, letting out a shuddering breath 
>She stands back up to her full height, before squatting down, positioning herself directly over your pelvis, her thighs flexing, the muscular lines in them rippling in the motion
>Her hand reaches for your rapidly rehardening member, positioning it 
>”Slowly this time, okay dude? I’m not as tough as Gail.” She hisses out, your tip parting her entrance slowly
>You grit your teeth, breathing through them roughly as Merke ever so slowly lowers herself down on you, squatting lower and lower
>You hand goes out to Gail, grabbing her arm, squeezing it hard
>Your eyes lock with Merkes, the bunny snickering as she lowers herself down centimeter by agonizing centimeter, her warm tightness wrapping around you, her insides squeezing you
>She finally rests herself on your lap, groaning as you bottom out in her, squatting still, eyes closed, taking deep breaths
>”Fuck dude, Gail really is a champ…” She mutters out, eyes lidded and half closed
>Slowly, Merke raises herself up, her legs tensing, muscle flexing, thighs tightening as she unhilts you to the crown
>In a single fluid motion, she slams back down, a jolt going through your body, Merke moaning loudly, shouting incoherently
>”FUCK. Yeah, a fucking CHAMP.” She groans out, teeth gritted, looking over at the near comatose, cat eared woman
>She repeats the movement again, groaning loudly, the bed creaking with the movement
>You watch as the rabbit girl picks up her speed, a rhythm developing, sweat beading her skin as her toned body bounces on you
>You want to clench your teeth, throw your head back, squeeze your eyes shut and scream, but you can’t
>You feel hypnotized by Merke, your eyes locked on the rhythmic bouncing of her body
>Her perky chest jumping up and down, her toned tummy gently twitching, beads of sweat coursing down the lines of her lean muscle
>You feel dumfounded, awestruck, the same feeling from watching a gorgeous sunset
>The feeling that even if you were to see this sight every day for a hundred years, you’d still be just as entranced as you were now
>a gentle huffing comes to your ear, as a pair of lips weakly place a kiss just below it, tickling your skin, Gail nuzzling close to you, her face exhausted and euphoric with afterglow, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as Merke rides you
>you feel Merkes hands slam into your chest, bracing herself, bringing her face closer towards your
>You see the sweat dripping from her head, coursing down her burning hot body, steam practically forming on her skin, the occasional errant drop falling onto you
>Her body slams hard down onto yours, Merke hilting you, growling out loud aggressively, swearing violently, her teeth gritting as she pants
>”DUDE. HOWS THAT!” She yells, her body shaking
>Her movements send vibrations through your bones, your body recoiling and spasming with each little twitch she does, and reacting even stronger with her more powerful movements
>You feel a shiver go through your body as you look at her face
>The raw, frustrated aggression there, twisted into a wild, animalistic grin
>You shiver again, a realization crossing your mind
>She may be a bunny, but that look on Merkes face is that of an Apex predator
>A creature that hunts down what it wants, and takes her prize with all the strength she can muster
>You feel that strength slam through you, aching your bones, burning your skin, blurring your eyes, drawing your singular focus onto her and her alone
>Her predator eyes, desperate and wanting, the same way a starving animal looks at a hunk of meat
>A desire for desire, a need for need, the desperate want for you to want her
>Weakly, you try to move your hand, but can’t
>Your muscles contracting, twitching, moving against their will, an overwhelming notion of sensation coursing through your body like rampant electricity
>You feel a hand go around your wrist, strong and firm, Gail guiding your arm up to the top of Merkes head, as if she can read your mind and desires
>The bunny girls pupils dilate, and she temporarily slows, watching as your fingers dance towards the base of her ear, Gails hand slipping off to the side
>A single finger rubs along the base of her fluffy, white ear, your hand combing her soft hair
>She stops for a single moment, the aggressive grin turning into a giddy smile as Merke giggles
>”D-dude, Anon, thats… lewd.” She mutters out, rocking her hips, raising them shakily, trying to regain her momentum, eyes fixed on your hand
>You slowly dance your fingers up her bunny ear, rubbing the length of it, stroking it gently
>The sound you hear is unintelligible 
>A scream, yelp, groan, moan, sigh, and everything else all in one, rips from Merkes throat, her body violently spasming on you, the bunny girl shakily slamming herself all the way down onto you
>You feel her insides clamp down on you tightly, the feeling dragging you over the edge violently
>You buck your hips into Merke widly, unloading inside her, your mind once again going blank as you feel yourself shoot inside the bunny girl, a warm wash of pleasure flooding your body
>You feel a boiling hot wetness soak your pelvis, Merkes climax drenching your lower half
>The bunny lets out a single, long, slow breath, her body swaying unsteadily as she sighs
>Slowly, she raises herself up, your limp manhood sliding out of her, your combined fluids dripping from her womanhood
>”Not… fuck… not bad.” She mutters, raising herself up, legs shaking violently
>She gets halfway up before you see her legs freeze, spasming, Merke cursing loudly as she collapses forward
>the bunny’s body lands on you hard, squishing you flat into the bed, her warm skin covering you like a blanket
>She pushes herself off your limp, shaking body, her face embarrassed
>”I… fuck I’m tired dude.” She sighs out, collapsing next to you, her chest rising and collapsing
>You nod in agreement, feeling all the life taken out of your body, a pleasant, drunk, buzzing glow filling you with warm and pleasant exhaustion
>You feel Gail shift on the bed, shaking it, moving closer to you, her muscular arms wrapping around you
>”Merke?” She asks quietly, her voice meek, the bunny nodding in a silent answer as she rolls onto her side, her arms wrapping around the both of you
>the warmth of Merke and Gail is like a soothing, all encompassing blanket
>Soft, warm, solid, firm
>Sapping away your exhaustion, your soreness, your tiredness, replacing it with a honey colored glow, filling your mind with their giggles, their laughs, their voice
>”So, uh, did you have a fun time tonight?” Merke asks, the question punctuated by a load yawn
>You can barely nod yes, your sleepiness overcoming you, the comfort of the two women overwhelming any desire to stay awake
>”Good to hear dude… I did too.” Merke says softly, her eyes closing, placing a light peck on your cheek
>”Me too.” Quietly chimes in Gaill, planting a kiss on your head
>With the last strength in your body, you turn your head to the left, then the right, chastly planting your lips lightly on either girls face
>They giggle quietly, lazily, sleepily
>You feel your eyes become heavy, closing shut tight, the last sound you hear being Gaills snoring, and Merkes light breathing


>The warm light of the sun through a window is enough to draw you awake
>You feel warm, squished, pleasantly enwrapped
>Your mind slowly comes to, pushing aside the thoughts of sleep, booting into space
>You stare up at the ceiling that isnt your own, glancing around the apartment that isnt your own, feeling the bed that isnt your own beneath you, the sound of breathing that isn't yours filling your ears
>You look to your side, Gaill sleeping peacefully next to you, her arms wrapped around you, pulling you to her bare chest instinctually, Merke nowhere to be found
>The sound of clattering draws your attention to the living room, the sizzling of something on the stove ringing in your ear, the smell of bacon frying filling the air with its aroma
>Slowly, you manage to move your way out of Gaills grip, climbing out of the bed, making your way to the open door
>You see Merke at the stove in the kitchen, a small lace robe wrapped around her body, the bunny girl humming happily as she clacks the tongs in her hands
>”Good morning dude!” She calls out happily, turning to face you as you approach, her voice giggly and sing-song
>before you can wish her a good morning back, you feel her arms go under yours, the bunny girl lifting you up, bringing you to her face
>Your eyes roll back as Merke plants her lips on yours, the bunny girl pulling you tightly into her
>She releases the kiss with a wet smack, grinning as she drops you back to your feet
>”Breakfast is almost ready. Can you go wake up Gaill for me please while I finish up here?” She asks you sweetly, and you feel yourself nodding yes and turning, stumbling back to the bedroom
>You climb back into the bed, crawling up next to Gaill, shaking her shoulder gently, whispering for her to wake up
>She groans sleepily, shaking her head no, muttering incoherently under her breath as she turns to her side
>You shake her again, more vigorously, calling her name softly, a smile coming to your face as the large tigerish, wolfish, cattish woman curls into a ball
>You feel an arm swing around, hooking you, pulling you in, Gaill happily chuckling
>”Morning Anon.” She says sleepily, hugging you tightly, huffing the top of your head, planting several small kisses on it
>She lets go of you, stretching long and violently, groaning loudly, before swinging herself off the bed 
>You follow the naked Gaill into the kitchen, watching in awe as she hugs Merke good morning, absently asking about breakfast, grabbing coffee from a pot as Merke brings over the plates of food
>The three of you sit yourself at the table, your eyes darting between Merke and Gaills exposed chests, the two girls chattering happily as they chew their bacon and pancakes
>”Oh, right. Any plans for today dude?” Merke asks you, raising a curious eyebrow
>”Yeah Anon, any plans?” Gaill echos, leaning on the table, eyes focused on you
>You look from Merke to Gaill, their faces expectant and hopeful
>You look down at your plate, then around the apartment, then back to the two girls
>If you had any plans before, they are gone now
>This, this was today's plan
>Merke and Gaill, they are today's plan
>And the days plan for as many days as you could count after that
>A sentiment that makes their cheeks burn bright red
>”Well alright dude, better finish breakfast quick, can’t say stuff like that without following through with some action.” Merke chuckles out
>”Y-yeah Anon, come on. You better not be just saying that.” Gaill chimes in, trying her best to hide her blush
>You feel your own blood flush, your own blush coming to your face
>Merke and Gaill…
>So much for taking it slow…
>And so much for a turnaround subway trip